,,delight ,,and ,,power ,,in ,,speech ,a ,,universal ,,dramatic ,,reader ,,by ,,leonard ,g4 ,,nattkemper ,polytechnic ,high ,school1 ,long ,beach1 ,cal4 ,formerly ,professor of ,public ,speaking1 ,university of ,southern ,california ,,and ,,george ,,wharton ,,james1 ,,litt4 ,d4 ,author of 8,california1 ,romantic and ,beautiful10 8,arizona1 the ,wonderland10 8,in and ,out of the ,old ,missions of ,california10 8,reclaiming the ,arid ,west10 ,etc41 ,etc4 ,a ,,new1 ,,complete ,,and ,,practical ,,method ,,of ,,securing ,,delight ,,and ,,efficiency ,,in ,,silent ,,and ,,oral ,,reading ,,and ,,private ,,and ,,public ,,speech ,,together ,,with ,a ,,large ,,and ,,varied ,,collection ,,of ,,carefully ,,chosen ,,selections ,,in ,,prose ,,and ,,poetry1 ,,with ,,chapters ,,on 8,,the ,,cultivation ,,of ,,the ,,memory0 ,,and 8,,after ,,dinner ,,speaking0 ,,the ,,radiant ,,life ,,press ,,pasadena1 ,,california #aiai ,copyright1 #aiai1 ,,by ,,the ,,radiant ,,life ,,press ,j4 ,f4 ,,tapley ,,co4 ,,new ,,york ,,introduction ,speech is one of ,god's greatest gifts to man1 yet1 comparatively speaking1 how few there are whose speech is pleasing to hear1 clear and understandable1 impressive and stimulative to action4 ,from the cradle to the grave every person1 perforce1 uses speech1 just as he eats1 breathes1 drinks1 sleeps4 ,it is one of the important1 ever exercised functions of life4 ,upon it all our social1 business and professional intercourse is based4 ,without it1 life as we know it1 would be impossible4 ,with it1 developed to its natural1 normal1 proper1 and readily attainable efficiency1 there are few limits to what man may aspire to attain4 ,recognizing to the full the truth of the aphorism that 8the things we enjoy doing are the things we do best10 it is the purpose of this book so to present its subject as to create in its readers a firm resolve to so thoroughly enjoy good reading that they will do it well4 ,the aim is twofold3 first1 to stimulate a natural desire on the part of the student for the proper use of voice and body in the oral interpretation of literature2 and second1 to present a natural and practical scheme for the attainment of this end4 ,after a number of years of experience and observation the authors have come to believe that when even the most diffident pupil has once had aroused in him a real enjoyment in the acts of speaking and reading aloud1 he is destined to become not only an intelligent1 but an intelligible reader4 ,it is no longer necessary to argue for the recognition of vocal expression as a worthy and definite part of the curriculum of ,high ,school and ,college4 ,training in the spoken word is to-day1 as never before1 looked upon as a prerequisite to professional and business success4 ,henry ,ward ,beecher1 speaking of the rightful place of speech culture1 says3 ,a living force that brings to itself all the resources of the imagination1 all the inspirations of feeling1 all that is influential in body1 in voice1 in eye1 in gesture1 in posture1 in the whole animated man1 is in strict analogy with the divine thought and the divine arrangement 444 and so regarded1 it should take its place among the highest departments of education4 ,the majority of mankind1 however1 seems to feel that beautiful1 powerful1 and effective speech or the ability to read well and acceptably is the gift or attainment of the chosen few4 ,nothing can be further from the fact4 ,beauty is the normal condition in the universe in every realm of nature1 and is attained by the simple effort of each thing to express itself in natural and spontaneous fashion4 ,likewise1 clear1 impressive1 delight-giving1 thought-provoking speech1 and the power to read well are as easy to attain1 and may be obtained in the same natural1 spontaneous1 unaffected manner4 ,unfortunately in the past the teachers of these simple and natural arts befogged the whole subject by their artificialities1 formalities1 conventionalities and pretenses4 ,their text-books were filled with unnecessary and injurious rules1 mandates1 and requirements4 ,and thus the pseudo-science of 8,elocution10 with its stilted expressions1 its fixed gestures1 its artificial inflections1 came into being4 ,and the students who were eager to acquire the mastery of effective speech1--than which there is no greater accomplishment1--were intimidated1 frightened away by the multiplicity of rules and theories4 ,let us be thankful that the day is dawning when instruction in correct spoken language comes through the easy avenues of naturalness1 spontaneity1 simplicity and normal enthusiasm4 ,too long have we been discouraged by the glib aphorism that there is no easy road to learning4 ,it is not true1 if by learning we mean the attainment of the real intellectual things1 instead of the sham1 pretentious things that men in the past too often have called learning4 ,the authors of this book venture the affirmation that hardly one of the great readers1 public speakers of power1 or orators of influence have ever taken a lesson in the so-called art of 8elocution0 or heeded any of its straight-jacket rules4 ,daniel ,webster has well expressed the difference between the man with a heart full of burning thoughts demanding utterance1 and the one with a mouth full of carefully chosen words1 and exquisitely modulated phrases1 meaning little or nothing to the soul of him3 ,true eloquence1 indeed1 does not consist in speech4 ,it cannot be brought from afar4 ,labor and learning may toil for it1 but they will toil in vain4 ,words and phrases may be marshaled in every way1 but they cannot compass it4 ,it must exist in the man1 in the subject1 and in the occasion4 ,affected passion1 intense expression1 the pomp of declamation1 all may aspire after it1--they cannot reach it4 ,it comes1 if it comes at all1 like the outbreaking of a fountain from the earth1 or the bursting forth of volcanic fires1 with spontaneous1 original1 native force4 ,the graces taught in the schools1 the costly ornaments and studied contrivances of speech1 shock and disgust men1 when their own lives1 and the fate of their wives1 their children1 and their country hang on the decision of the hour4 ,then words have lost their power1 rhetoric is in vain1 and all elaborate oratory contemptible4 ,even genius itself then feels rebuked and subdued1 as in the presence of higher qualities4 ,then patriotism is eloquent2 then self-devotion is eloquent4 ,the clear conception1 out-running the deductions of logic1 the high purpose1 the firm resolve1 the dauntless spirit1 speaking on the tongue1 beaming from the eye1 informing every feature1 and urging the whole man onward1 right onward to his object1--this1 this is eloquence2 or1 rather1 it is something greater and higher than all eloquence3 it is action1--noble1 sublime1 ,god-like action4 ,the natively-eloquent learned to speak with power because they had a message1 because they felt1 were deeply moved1 saw a vision1 experienced a deep emotion1 had a thought they strongly desired to communicate to others1 and with a few fundamental1 simple1 readily-grasped principles before them1 generally unconsciously exercised1 they said their say1 and convinced the world4 ,to state these basic principles with the simplicity and naturalness they call for1 and to show the pleasure and power that come from their development is the purpose of the authors of this book4 ,by following these self-evident steps one who has something worth saying1 whose heart is deeply stirred1 will become a good reader1 a fluent1 convincing public speaker with little or no conscious effort4 ,just as a few simple exercises1 regularly persisted in1 produce glowing1 radiant health and physical strength1 so will these simple1 enjoyable exercises1 kept ever in mind and daily used1 bring to one the glowing delight of reading to oneself with appreciation and intelligence1 reading publicly with intelligibility and effectiveness1 and speaking to a large or small audience with convincing power4 ,,the ,,selections ,,of ,,the ,,book ,while there are many and varied text-books that deal with this important subject in a more or less modern fashion1 they all use1 to a greater or lesser extent1 the same old selections from well-known authors and orators1 which1 unfortunately1 were used by the teachers of the stilted1 artificial1 sophomoric and altogether discredited 8elocution40 ,hence1 the authors and editors of this volume have made an almost entirely new choice of ,selections for illustrative purposes and for public reading4 ,but few will be found that have been used elsewhere4 ,references are made to the writings of standard authors which may be obtained in any ordinary library1 but a large percentage of the prose and poetry of this collection is taken from the more modern and popular ,american writers4 ,it is neither the intent nor the desire of the editors to limit the field of thought of their readers or students to any one field of ,english literature4 ,our aim is quite the contrary4 ,we would so emphasize the worth of the literature of the ,west1 however1 that those who have hitherto deemed that 8no good can come out of ,nazareth10 may be led to search for literary good in other ,nazareths4 ,literature is as wide as civilized human life1 and according to the intensity with which life is lived1 and the desire of those who live to express that intensity1 will literature of strength and power be produced4 ,the ,west lives intensely1 rapidly1 urgently1 individually1 hence its literature is intense1 strong and powerful4 ,just as sure as history records the existence of an early ,west--a ,west where the gun and knife settled men's heated controversies1 a ,west where1 for many years1 there was a dearth of woman's soft voice and tender smile--just so sure are the writings of the ,western poets1 philosophers and storytellers of this period a vital part of our early ,american literature4 ,the literature of the ,west1 as with the literature of any country1 needs only be a true1 sincere1 worthy expression of the life it professes to portray4 ,the greater one's knowledge of the literatures of the various peoples of the world1 the deeper one's sympathies become1 and the easier it is to grasp the divine principles of human brotherhood4 ,the authors also wish to call attention to what they deem another important feature of their work4 ,it will be seen from the outline plan of the book that it is divided into four parts1 viz43 ,intelligible ,reading1 ,sympathetic ,reading1 ,melodious ,reading1 ,oratorical ,reading4 ,the selections have been arranged1 in the main1 under these respective headings1 that they may accompany the explanations1 serve to elucidate the principles laid down1 and afford copious examples for their practice4 ,there is also an important and practical chapter on the ,development and ,use of the ,memory4 ,that this book will fill a long felt and continuously expressed want on the part of teachers of ,oral ,reading is the confident assurance of the editors4 ,in the preparation of the technical part of the book the authors have been immeasurably aided by their large and personal knowledge of1 and acquaintance or friendship with1 leading orators in politics1 the law1 the church1 on the lecture platform1 and at public dinners and other functions4 ,they have also availed themselves of the same knowledge of the great interpreters in the theater4 ,a long1 intimate study of the essential characteristics which made for the success of many masters in the art of using the spoken word has been made4 ,thus the authors are assured that no factor that leads towards1 and assures1 success in dramatic or private reading or speaking has been ignored4 ,all academic and purely theoretical matter has been rigorously excluded4 ,the old methods of sophomoric oratory are gone1 never to return4 ,men and women of purpose have learned that simplicity1 directness1 naturalness1 are the most potent factors in conveying their ideas to others4 ,it is gratifying to know that modern methods of teaching ,oral ,reading and ,private and ,public ,speaking seek to emphasize these fundamental principles and reduce to the lowest possible minimum all introductions of the artificial4 ,,leonard ,g4 ,,nattkemper1 ,,george ,,wharton ,,james4 ,,part ,,one ,intelligent and ,intelligible ,reading ,,first ,,step4 ,getting the author's thought4 ,discussing ,,intelligent reading4 ,giving material for training the pupil in getting the thought from the printed page4 ,reading at sight and reproducing in his own words4 ,making outlines of simple selections1 principally prose selections4 ,,second ,,step4 ,discussion of ,,intelligible reading4 ,two-fold purpose3 ,thought-getting and thought-giving in the author's words4 ,general and ,special preparation4 ,exercises in ,enunciation1 ,pronunciation1 ,articulation1 ,vocabulary4 ,,chapter ,i ,,reading ,,and ,,public ,,speech ,it is the first and last object of education 8to teach people how to think40 ,when we consider the vast wealth of great thoughts felt and expressed by great men of all times and recorded for us in books1 should we not give serious reflection upon what we read and how we read8 ,this book has to do primarily with how rightly to speak thoughts and feelings hidden in great literature--yet it is strictly in keeping with this purpose to give some attention to silent reading as distinguished from oral reading4 ,for how can one hope to become an intelligible reader who is not first an intelligent one8 ,this does not argue that an intelligent reader is likewise intelligible1 for the mere comprehension of the author's thought and mood does not in itself insure a proper or adequate oral rendition of the same4 ,in this sense we think of the former act as a necessity1 and of the latter as an accomplishment4 ,yet in this twentieth century we can hardly make the above limitations1 for he who is to become most useful to himself and to others1 must not only be able to understand what he reads1 but must1 at the same time1 be able effectively to communicate it to others4 ,the latter accomplishment1 of course1 necessitates systematic drill and practice1 and the greater portion of this book is devoted to a series of lessons for carrying on such a course of instruction4 ,in this immediate chapter1 however1 we are concerned more particularly with reading in general4 ,one of the first steps toward fitting oneself to become an impressive reader and speaker is to acquire a real love for the best literature4 ,the only way to do this is by making the acquaintance of great authors1 and the best way to come into companionship with noble writers is conscientiously to study their works4 ,because1 at first glance1 an author may seem obscure1 too many are fain to put the book aside1 or substitute for it one that does not require any effort to enjoy4 ,but1 after all1 is it not the books over which we struggle most that yield us the most joy and the most good8 ,when once we form the friendship of great books and catch their vision1 we cannot help but pattern our lives1 in a very large measure1 in accordance with those fundamental and lasting principles of right living and right thinking which characterize the writings of all great men and women4 ,their ideals become our ideals4 ,it seems1 therefore1 that if we hope to become agreeable speakers or conversationalists we must1 at the outset1 realize it as imperative that we1 make ourselves familiar with the writings1 in verse and prose1 of noble minds4 ,it is by this close association with great people1 who have not only understood and felt the deeper meanings of life1 but who have put their experiences and knowledge into permanent literature1 that we may have our smaller souls kindled to glow brighter and longer4 ,it is by giving an attentive ear to the voices that call to us from our bookshelves that our finer sensibilities are quickened to fuller appreciation of nature1 of art1 and of the joy of living4 ,we must realize that training in the development of oral expression is primarily a cultural course1 but1 at the same time1 a practical one4 ,many people would invert the order of this statement1 but all are agreed that correct vocal expression aids immeasurably in the development of taste and refinement1 and1 at the same time1 affords1 in many ways1 practical assistance in daily living4 ,pure water is more likely to be drawn from a deep well than from a shallow pool4 ,so1 also1 he who possesses depth of feeling and appreciation of noble thoughts and pure emotions is more likely to give adequate and satisfactory oral expression to them than he whose feeling is shallow and indifferent4 ,experience teaches that nothing gives greater aid to a spontaneous1 irresistible flow of thought1 revealing1 through voice and body1 the finer conceptions of the human soul1 than a constant familiarity with the deep wells of the best literature4 ,by listening eagerly to the best words great men of all times have said to the world1 we make our own natures responsive4 ,then1 in greater or lesser measure1 as readers or speakers1 we translate or interpret these words for the enjoyment or uplift of others4 ,how can the man1 the woman1 of limited time and means1 proceed so as to find these treasures of literature8 ,let us here set down1 briefly and clearly1 what seems to us the most enjoyable and natural method to use4 ,in the first place1 ask yourself if you are willing to be a hard worker1 self-sacrificing and humble4 ,unless you are1 you will find that great spirits are slow to share with you their richest treasures4 ,you must first make yourself worthy before you can expect to enter into their sanctum4 ,in the words of ,ruskin3 ,you must be willing to work hard to find the hidden meaning of the author4 ,ask yourself1 8,am ,i inclined to work as an ,australian miner would8 ,are my pick-axes and shovels in good order1 and am ,i in good trim myself1 my sleeves well up to my elbows1 and my breath good1 and my temper80 444 ,the metal you are in search of being the author's mind or meaning1 his words are as the rock which you have to crush and smelt in order to get at it4 ,and your pick-axes are your own care1 wit1 and learning2 your smelting furnace is your own thoughtful soul4 ,do not hope to get at any good author's meaning without those tools and that fire2 often you will need sharpest1 finest chiseling1 and patientest fusing1 before you can gather one grain of the metal4 ,then1 too1 you must be patient4 ,an untrained reader is1 as it were1 wandering in a great forest where he sees many paths1 but he knows not which to take4 ,if he pursue a wrong path the first1 second or the third time1 he should not lose hope1 but seek again and again4 ,by such experiences he is sharpening his faculty of discrimination1 and erelong can1 in a brief space1 detect which paths he should follow4 ,no one but yourself can prescribe rightly a course of reading best suited to your particular needs4 ,it must be a voluntary search on your own part1 and an enjoyable one1 if you are to get the most from it4 ,but here enters a serious consideration3 ,is what ,i enjoy most the best for me8 ,the answer is ,yes and ,no6 ,yes1 if you enjoy most what appeals to the best in you2 no1 if you enjoy most what in your heart you know appeals to what is the worst in you4 ,therefore1 the important question for you to answer is--does this book1 article1 essay or poem merely interest me1 or does it appeal to the best in me8 ,henry ,van ,dyke expresses the matter perfectly3 ,the person who wants to grow1 turns to books as a means of purifying his tastes1 deepening his feelings1 broadening his sympathies1 and enhancing his joy of life4 ,literature he loves because it is the most humane of the arts4 ,its forms and processes interest him as expressions of the human striving towards clearness of thought1 purity of emotion1 and harmony of action with the ideal4 ,the culture of a finer1 fuller manhood is what this reader seeks4 ,he is looking for the books in which the inner meanings of nature and life are translated into language of distinction and charm1 touched with the human personality of the author1 and embodied in forms of permanent interest and power4 ,this is literature4 ,and the reader who sets his affections on these things enters the world of books as one made free of a city of wonders1 a garden of fair delights4 ,he reads not from a sense of duty1 not from a constraint of fashion1 not from an ambition of learning1 but from a thirst of pleasure2 because he feels that pleasure of the highest kind1--a real joy in the perception of things lucid1 luminous1 symmetrical1 musical1 sincere1 passionate1 and profound1--such pleasure restores the heart and quickens it1 makes it stronger to endure the ills of life and more fertile in all good fruits of cheerfulness1 courage and love4 ,this reader for vital pleasure has less need of maps and directories1 rules and instructions1 than of companionship4 ,a criticism that will go with him in his reading1 and open up new meaning in familiar things1 and touch the secrets of beauty and power1 and reveal the hidden relations of literature to life1 and help him to see the reasonableness of every true grace of style1 the sincerity of every real force of passion1--a criticism that penetrates1 illuminates1 and appreciates1 making the eyes clearer and the heart more sensitive to perceive the living spirit in good books1--that is the companionship which will be most helpful1 and most grateful to the gentle reader4 ,,chapter ,,ii ,,effective ,,speech ,there are four definite steps in the mastery of effective speech3 ,it must be ,,intelligible ,it must be ,,sympathetic ,it must be ,,melodious ,it must be ,,forceful ,in seeking to accomplish these four aims1 the pupil will not only increase his culture but his practical mental power as well4 ,the first step has to do with whatever makes understandable what he has to say4 ,but before he can be intelligible in address1 he must be an intelligent reader4 ,he must train himself to master the real meaning of words4 ,this means taking in--comprehending--and translating the thought of others4 ,this is an important part in accomplishing the first step4 ,the mind must be trained quickly and accurately to comprehend the printed page4 ,,the ,,basis ,,for ,,good ,,oral ,,reading ,grasp this idea firmly3 ,before one may hope to read intelligibly1 he must first be an intelligent reader4 ,you cannot express outwardly what you have not received and do not feel inwardly4 ,therefore the basis of good oral reading is understanding--intelligent silent reading4 ,some one has well said1 8,unless a child can read1 he cannot be educated40 ,how few can read at sight a short passage and then close the book and relate its context4 ,why is this the case8 ,because the pupil has not been properly trained to read4 ,,the ,,basis ,,for ,,good ,,silent ,,reading ,in the study of the printed word we must remember that its real meaning depends altogether upon its relation to other words in the same group4 ,for instance1 the word 8fire0 does not mean the same thing at all times4 ,the real meaning of this word depends upon its kinship with other members of the same group4 ,when we say1 8,the house is on fire10 the word 8fire0 means an altogether different thing from what it means when we say1 8,there is need of a fire in the stove this morning40 ,we must continually take care that we do not isolate words1 but that we get their associated meaning4 ,for too long a time in our public schools the pupils have been taught to read words and not ideas or thoughts4 ,they have been taught to read word by word and not group by group4 ,for instance1 the most elementary pupils will read as follows3 8,the--cat--can--run--and--play--with--t he--ball40 ,the grouping is altogether overlooked4 ,the children are concentrating their attention upon single or isolated words instead of upon thought groups made up of several words as follows3 8,the cat can run--and play with the ball40 ,,get ,,the ,,author',s ,,thought ,whatever one reads1 he must first determine for what purpose he is reading4 ,a definite aim or end in view must be had to serve as a motive power4 ,the pupil who can relate the successive events in a narrative after having read it carefully1 has trained his memory4 ,but memory training is not the highest aim or end4 ,the thing of paramount importance is3 ,what is the application of the author's meaning8 ,the value lies in what use the student can make of the knowledge4 ,this act of getting the author's thought draws upon the student's stock of experience4 ,all new matter comes to the pupil in terms of his past experiences4 ,the task of the teacher is to aid him in identifying himself with the lesson taught by the author1 so that he can make practical use of it4 ,,we ,,are ,,not ,,studying ,,style ,in this present step in the development of the student in effective speech the style of an author is nothing more than a means to an end and not the end itself4 ,the test for the pupil is to see if he can put in his own words the vital meaning of the author4 ,it should not be his purpose to attempt to improve on the writer's style4 ,it is true that some of the world's greatest literary expressions would lose their highest significance if put in any other than their original form4 ,this applies especially to verse form1 for here the rhythmic movement is an inseparable element in the full expression of the idea4 ,some one has well said3 8,style grows to the thought as the sea-shell to its occupant40 ,but at this point the aim is not to teach the pupil the mechanics of literature4 ,he must be taught to think for himself and use the knowledge he gains so that it will be valuable in his own life4 ,,three ,,definite ,,aims ,,to ,,gain ,,knowledge ,let us keep in mind the fact that the pupil is continually seeking information which will help him to live better4 ,he is constantly trying to increase his cultural and practical powers4 ,of course book learning does not furnish all1 but its contribution is immeasurable in its importance4 ,hence the pupil must learn to master the printed word as well as the spoken word4 ,here are three definite ends or aims to serve as motive power in getting the thought of the author3 ,first1 the student must seek ideas and not words4 ,second1 he must seek to classify and organize facts4 ,third1 he must seek to turn his knowledge to some use4 ,,each ,,aim ,,illustrated ,to illustrate the first aim1 let us take the following lines from ,hamlet3 ,give me that man ,that is not passion's slave1 and ,i will wear him ,in my heart's core1 aye1 in my heart of hearts1 ,as ,i do thee4 ,shakespeare wished to point out the blessedness of that virtue1 ,independence4 ,it is of little consequence to the pupil in this first step of his growth to make a comparison between ,shakespeare's method of expressing this truth1 with that of ,elbert ,hubbard1 who1 speaking of ,rowan1 that man who delivered an important message to ,garcia in the jungles of ,cuba when we had decided to go to war with ,spain1 said3 ,by the ,eternal6 there is a man whose form should be cast in deathless bronze and the statue placed in every college of the land4 ,it is not book-learning young men need1 nor instructions about this and that1 but a stiffening of the vertebr which will cause them to be loyal to a trust1 to act promptly1 concentrate their energies2 do the thing--,carry a message to ,garcia6 ,is not the aim in both cases for the pupil to get the idea which the authors wish to impress upon his mind8 ,in other words1 the authors are not simply writing for art's sake1 as so many would have us believe4 ,the pupil must get the author's messages1 so that they will help him in life1 to be both independent or free from passion1 and reliable or dependable in whatever he undertakes4 ,let us advance to the second step3 ,the classification and organization of facts mean more than the simple process of orderly arrangement4 ,this has to do with translating what the author presents to the pupil in terms of his past experience4 ,this is the process of judging values4 ,before we pigeon-hole new information1 we pass judgment upon its relative importance4 ,the pupil has experienced the value of punctuality1 courage1 optimism1 etc4 ,now1 when any new truth comes under his observation1 it is not turned into knowledge until it has gone through his mental gristmill4 ,what he hears1 or sees1 or feels1 is not usable until it has been fitted into its particular niche1 and this fitting process is brought about by likening the unknown to the known4 ,this brings us to the third step4 ,frederick ,harrison has said3 8,man's business here is to know for the sake of living1 not to live for the sake of knowing40 ,there is no better way of expressing the third step in the development of the student in intelligent reading4 ,after he has learned to grasp the author's thought readily1 and then so reacts upon it that it becomes a part of his very being1 his next step is to find an open market for the sale of his knowledge4 ,this does not mean to sell for money in the narrow sense1 but to put his understanding into actual daily life4 ,,chapter ,,iii ,,inventory ,,of ,,speech ,,efficiency ,before proceeding further1 let us estimate our speech efficiency4 ,every conscientious person can determine the strong and weak points of his speech by asking himself a few questions4 ,some1 more sensitive than others1 will very likely magnify their weaknesses and minimize their commendable qualities4 ,be that as it may1 the vast majority will give a fair rating to both good and bad vocal habits4 ,this personal consultation with yourself may take a long or a short time4 ,some are quick to see faults in themselves--and probably slow to correct them2 still others are slow to see their own errors and probably never will correct them2 but all careful and honest students will discover at once where they are lacking in the proper management of voice1 and will proceed to overcome their difficulties4 ,in rating speech efficiency it is well to make use of the common questionnaire plan4 ,the questions fall under two separate heads1 namely1 the ,knowing and the ,doing4 ,,the ,,knowing #a4 ,do ,i realize that ,i use my voice almost constantly8 #b4 ,do ,i realize that success in business or society depends largely upon the convincing power of speech8 #c4 ,do ,i realize how much of my speech is of no avail8 #d4 ,do ,i realize the vital importance of inflection and the influence it has upon those who hear me8 #e4 ,do ,i realize the great delight that comes through the mastery of correct vocal usage8 #f4 ,do ,i realize that it is unnecessary to have a tired throat at the end of the day8 #g4 ,do ,i realize that in a very large degree a pleasing personality depends upon a pleasing voice8 #h4 ,do ,i realize that by attaining convincing power of speech ,i am promoting my efficiency8 ,,the ,,doing #a4 ,do ,i talk more than is necessary8 #b4 ,do ,i pitch my voice too high8 #c4 ,do ,i speak with a tense1 set jaw and use a hard1 metallic tone8 #d4 ,do ,i talk in my throat instead of in my mouth8 #e4 ,do ,i continually talk on the same key8 #f4 ,do ,i talk too fast1 or too slow1 or too loud1 or too low8 #g4 ,do ,i use my voice as a medium by which ,i give vent to anger or displeasure8 #h4 ,do ,i speak quietly and softly1 and thus indicate culture and refinement8 #i4 ,do ,i speak loudly in order to be persuasive8 #aj4 ,do ,i attract undue attention to my speech8 #aa4 ,do ,i enunciate with clearness and precision8 #ab4 ,do ,i harmonize tone with mood8 99 99 99 99 99 ,more items could be placed under these two headings1 but the above are sufficient to bring the student face to face with his speech difficulties4 ,we must know wherein we lack speech efficiency before we can remedy the lack4 ,the following chapters present adequate exercises for needed improvement4 ,,chapter ,,iv ,,oral ,,reading ,if the pupil is to enjoy logical and consistent development in expression1 he must be taught along psychological lines4 ,teachers should never lose sight of the fact that what is good for one pupil is not always good for another4 ,it is impossible to set down a set of rules which will govern alike all pupils4 ,only that teacher is worthy of the name who recognizes that every pupil presents more or less a separate problem4 ,,teacher',s ,,first ,,great ,,task ,the teacher's first important task is to render the pupil rightly disposed4 ,some pupils are at once extremely anxious to be governed by the wisdom of their teachers1 while others are skeptical and must serve an apprenticeship in imitation4 ,still others are perverse and must be coerced4 ,it is the patient and long-suffering teacher whose highest hopes will be realized4 ,,what ,,is ,,expression8 ,what is expression8 ,we are told that all life is expression3 ,the sudden summer shower1 the leap of the wild cataract1 the springing forth of early flowers1 and the slow motion of the glacier all represent ,nature expressing herself4 ,the musician over the keyboard1 the painter at his easel1 the writer at his desk1 represent art expressing herself4 ,this is all true4 ,but what about mankind as a whole1 what about the vast majority of people who are not endowed with genius8 ,have they no universal and common mode of expression8 ,,greatest ,,educational ,,value ,here lies the great educational value of oral reading1 of expressive speech4 ,their appeal should be universal and not confined to a talented few4 ,it were better that those who have native ability were wholly neglected and allowed to express themselves in their own way1 than that the vast majority have no training at all4 ,it is the ungifted who should be aided rather than those who have been especially endowed by ,nature4 ,,the ,,desire ,,to ,,express ,the desire to express is common to all humanity from infancy to old age4 ,the true aim of education should be to 8draw out0 that which is within us2 in other words1 to express ourselves--physically1 mentally and spiritually4 ,the world's great personalities are those who have the greatest freedom of expression4 ,they have mastered the power to reveal their inmost selves4 ,they have profited by the truth that through exercise we grow4 ,so we should continually aim to free those channels through which we communicate ourselves to the outside world1 in order that our highest faculties be unshackled and be given perfect freedom4 ,,the ,,channels ,,of ,,expression ,let us consider briefly what are the chief avenues or channels of revealing what we are to others4 ,our first means is by movements of a part or all of the body4 ,this we call the ,physical ,channel4 ,later in the development of man the location of sound in the throat was made4 ,man noted that when he experienced a certain mood1 unconsciously he gave vent to a corresponding guttural noise or sound4 ,this is called the ,sound or ,tone ,channel4 ,lastly1 man invented sound symbols--words4 ,that is1 certain vocal sounds represented certain objects and ideas4 ,this we call the ,word ,channel4 ,,merging ,,of ,,the ,,channels ,to sum up1 we have three separate ways by which we can express what we think and feel4 ,it is very important that the pupil1 as well as the teacher1 keep this fact in mind4 ,if we are to be natural and successful in giving out what we really are1 these three means must cordinate1 must act harmoniously4 ,that is1 the body1 or ,physical ,channel1 must parallel the ,word ,channel1 and the ,tone ,channel must parallel the ,physical and ,word ,channel4 ,each must bear witness to the truth uttered by the other4 ,when the fullness of each1 freighted with human meaning1 overflows1 there is a merging of all three4 ,the result is natural and intense expression4 ,our supreme purpose is to realize this triune of man's expressive powers4 ,,chapter ,v ,,selections ,,for ,,part ,,one ,the preceding discussions should be kept in mind while studying the following selections4 ,the primary purpose is to seek after the author's thought4 ,if we are able to relate clearly and fluently in our own words the content of what we have read1 then we can feel assured that we have found out the meaning of the author4 ,first3 ,read the selection paragraph by paragraph4 ,then arrange in your mind the several points in their respective order4 ,now give them orally as simply and progressively as possible4 ,second3 ,read the selection again by paragraphs and this time determine what are the important and unimportant words4 ,then give these important words a greater force of utterance4 ,third3 ,do not fear to make many groups4 ,we must first see the author's ideas and pictures in broken bits4 ,when we have thought clearly on each part of the whole1 and have each part securely in mind1 we can then surely and effectively put these separate parts into one complete picture4 ,,the ,,douglas ,,squirrel ,,by ,,john ,,muir ,go where you will throughout the noble woods of the ,sierra ,nevada1 among the giant pines and spruces of the lower zones1 up through the towering ,silver ,firs to the storm-bent thickets of the summit peaks1 you everywhere find this little squirrel the master-existence4 ,though only a few inches long1 so intense is his fiery vigor and restlessness1 he stirs every grove with wild life1 and makes himself more important than even the huge bears that shuffle through the tangled underbrush beneath him4 ,every wind is fretted by his voice1 almost every bole and branch feel the sting of his sharp feet4 ,how much the growth of the trees is stimulated by his means it is not easy to learn1 but his action in manipulating their seeds is more appreciable4 ,nature has made him master forester and committed most of her coniferous crops to his paws4 ,probably over fifty per cent of all the cones ripened on the ,sierra are cut off and handled by the ,douglas alone1 and of those of the ,big ,trees perhaps ninety per cent pass through his hands3 the greater portion is of course stored away for food to last during the winter and spring1 but some of them are tucked separately into loosely covered holes1 where some of the seeds germinate and become trees4444 ,one never tires of this bright chip of nature1--this brave little voice crying in the wilderness1--of observing his many works and ways1 and listening to his curious language4 ,his musical1 piny gossip is as savory to the ear as balsam to the palate2 and1 though he has not exactly the gift of song1 some of his notes are as sweet as those of a linnet--almost flute-like in softness1 while others prick and tingle like thistles4 ,he is the mocking-bird of squirrels1 pouring forth mixed chatter and song like a perennial fountain2 barking like a dog1 screaming like a hawk1 chirping like a blackbird or a sparrow2 while in bluff1 audacious noisiness he is a very jay4 ,in descending the trunk of a tree with the intention of alighting on the ground1 he preserves a cautious silence1 mindful1 perhaps1 of foxes and wildcats2 but while rocking safely at home in the pine-tops there is no end to his capers and noise2 and woe to the gray squirrel or chipmunk that ventures to set foot on his favorite tree6 ,no matter how slyly they trace the furrows of the bark1 they are speedily discovered1 and kicked downstairs with comic vehemence1 while a torrent of angry notes comes rushing from his whiskered lips that sounds remarkably like swearing4 ,he will even attempt at times to drive away dogs and men1 especially if he has had no previous knowledge of them4 ,seeing a man for the first time1 he approaches nearer and nearer1 until within a few feet2 then1 with angry outburst1 he makes a sudden rush1 all teeth and eyes1 as if about to eat you up4 ,but1 finding that the big forked animal doesn't scare1 he prudently beats a retreat1 and sets himself up to reconnoiter on some overhanging branch1 scrutinizing every movement you make with ludicrous solemnity4 ,mr4 ,muir thus tells of an amusing experience he had with a ,douglas squirrel that he found at his breakfast3 ,breakfast done1 ,i whistled a tune for him before he went to work1 curious to see how he would be affected by it4 ,he had not seen me all this while2 but the instant ,i began to whistle he darted up the tree nearest to him1 and came out on a small dead limb opposite me1 and composed himself to listen4 ,i sang and whistled more than a dozen airs1 and as the music changed his eyes sparkled1 and he turned his head quickly from side to side1 but made no other response4 ,other squirrels1 hearing the strange sounds1 came around on all sides1 also chipmunks and birds4 ,one of the birds1 a handsome1 speckle-breasted thrush1 seemed even more interested than the squirrels4 ,after listening for awhile on one of the lower dead sprays of a pine1 he came swooping forward within a few feet of my face1 and remained fluttering in the air for half a minute or so1 sustaining himself with whirring wing-beats1 like a humming-bird in front of a flower1 while ,i could look into his eyes and see his innocent wonder4 ,by this time my performance must have lasted nearly half an hour4 ,i sang or whistled 8,bonnie ,doon10 8,lass o' ,gowrie10 8,o'er the ,water to ,charlie10 8,bonnie ,woods o' ,cragie ,lee10 etc41 all of which seemed to be listened to with bright interest1 my first ,douglas sitting patiently through it all1 with his telling eyes fixed upon me until ,i ventured to give the 8,old ,hundredth10 when he screamed his ,indian name1 ,pillillooeet1 turned tail1 and darted with ludicrous haste up the tree out of sight1 his voice and actions in the case leaving a somewhat profane impression1 as if he had said1 8,i'll be hanged if you get me to hear anything so solemn and unpiney40 ,this acted as a signal for the general dispersal of the whole hairy tribe1 though the birds seemed willing to wait further developments1 music being naturally more in their line4 ,what there can be in that grand old church tune that is so offensive to birds and squirrels ,i can't imagine4 ,a year or two after this ,high ,sierra concert1 ,i was sitting one fine day on a hill in the ,coast ,range1 where the common ,ground ,squirrels were abundant4 ,they were very shy on account of being hunted so much2 but after ,i had been silent and motionless for half an hour or so they began to venture out of their holes and to feed on the seeds of the grasses and thistles around me as if ,i were no more to be feared than a tree-stump4 ,then it occurred to me that this was a good opportunity to find out whether they also disliked 8,old ,hundredth40 ,therefore ,i began to whistle as nearly as ,i could remember the same familiar airs that had pleased the mountaineers of the ,sierra4 ,they at once stopped eating1 stood erect and listened patiently until ,i came to 8,old ,hundredth10 when with ludicrous haste every one of them rushed in their holes and bolted in1 their feet twinkling in the air for a moment as they vanished4--,from 8,the ,mountains of ,california10 copyrighted by ,the ,century ,company1 ,new ,york1 and used by their kind permission4 99 99 99 99 99 ,nothing small6 no lily-muffled hum of a summer-bee1 but finds some coupling with the shining stars2 no pebble at your feet but proves a sphere2 no chaffinch1 but implies the cherubim4 ,earth's crammed with heaven1 and every common bush afire with ,god4 --,,mrs4 ,,browning4 99 99 99 99 99 ,every clod feels a stir of might1 ,an instinct within it that reaches and towers1 ,and1 groping blindly above it for light1 ,climbs to a soul in grass and flowers4 --,,lowell4 99 99 99 99 99 ,once or twice in a lifetime we are permitted to enjoy the charm of noble manners1 in the presence of a man or woman who have no bar in their nature1 but whose character emanates freely in their word and gesture4 ,a beautiful form is better than a beautiful face2 a beautiful behavior is better than a beautiful form3 it gives a higher pleasure than statues or pictures1--it is the finest of the fine arts4 ,a man is but a little thing in the midst of the objects of nature1 yet1 by the moral quality radiating from his countenance1 he may abolish all considerations of magnitude1 and in his manners equal the majesty of the world4 ,i have seen an individual1 whose manners1 though wholly within the conventions of elegant society1 were never learned there1 but were original and commanding1 and held out protection and prosperity2 one who did not need the aid of a court-suit1 but carried the holiday in his eye2 who exhilarated the fancy by flinging wide the doors of new modes of existence2 who shook off the captivity of etiquette1 with happy spirited bearing1 good-natured and free as ,robin ,hood2 yet with the port of an emperor1 if need be1 calm1 serious1 and fit to stand the gaze of millions4 --,,emerson4 99 99 99 99 99 ,look at ourselves4 ,look at man2 his reason1 intelligence1 and discoveries4 ,look at him diving into the depths of the ocean1 calculating the eclipses of the sun and moon1 and making the elements subservient to his interest and his wants4 ,look at his capacities2 review the ten thousand arguments that daily1 nay1 hourly1 arise1 and then tell me if there is the shadow of a doubt that a ,god1 a retributive ,god1 does rule the whirlwind and direct the storm4 --,r4 ,,ricker4 99 99 99 99 99 ,education is a companion which no misfortune can depress--no crime can destroy--no enemy can alienate--no despotism enslave4 ,at home1 a friend--abroad1 an introduction--in solitude1 a solace--and in society1 an ornament4 ,it chastens vice--it guides virtue--it gives at once grace and government to genius--without it1 what is ,man8 ,a splendid slave--a reasoning savage6 99 99 99 99 99 ,just before ,napoleon set out for the court of ,belgium1 he sent to the cleverest artisan of his class in ,paris1 and demanded of him whether he would engage to make a coat of mail1 to be worn under the ordinary dress1 which should be absolutely bullet-proof2 and that if so1 he might name his own price for such a work4 ,the man engaged to make the desired object1 if allowed proper time1 and he named eighteen thousand francs as the price of it4 ,the bargain was concluded1 and in due time the work was produced1 and its maker honored with a second audience of the emperor4 8,now10 said his imperial majesty1 8put it on40 ,the man did so4 8,as ,i am to stake my life on its efficacy1 you will1 ,i suppose1 have no objections to do the same40 ,and he took a brace of pistols1 and prepared to discharge one of them at the breast of the astonished artisan4 ,there was no retreating1 however1 and half-dead with fear1 he stood the fire1 and1 to the infinite credit of his work1 with perfect impunity4 ,but the emperor was not content with one trial2 he fired the second pistol at the back of the trembling artisan1 and afterwards discharged a fowling-piece at another part of him1 with similar effect4 8,well10 said the emperor1 8you have produced a capital work1 undoubtedly--what is the price of it80 8,eighteen thousand francs were named as the agreed sum40 8,there is an order for them10 said the emperor1 8and here is another1 for an equal sum1 for the fright that ,i gave you40 ,,work ,,and ,,the ,,worker ,,by ,,theodore ,,roosevelt ,there are any number of different kinds of work we have to do1 all of which have to be done4 ,there is the work of the farmer1 the work of the business man1 the work of the skilled mechanic1 the work of the men to whom ,i owe my safety every day and every night--the work of the railroad men2 the work of the lawyer1 the work of the sailor1 the work of the soldier1 the work in ten thousand ways2 it is all good work2 it does not make any difference what work the man is doing if he does it well4 ,if the man is a slacker1 a shiftless creature1 ,i wish we could get rid of him4 ,he is of no use4 ,in every occupation you will find some men whom you will have to carry4 ,you cannot do much with them4 ,every one of us will stumble at times1 and shame to the man who does not at such times stretch out a helping hand1 but if the man lies down you cannot carry him to any permanent use4 ,what ,i would plead for is that we recognize the fact that all must work1 that we bring up our children to work1 so that each respects the other4 ,i do not care whether a man is a banker or a bricklayer2 if he is a good banker or a good bricklayer he is a good citizen2 if he is dishonest1 if he is tricky1 if he shirks his job or tries to cheat his neighbor1 be he great or small1 be he the poor man cheating the rich man1 or the rich man oppressing the poor man1 in either case he is a bad citizen4--,remarks at ,berenda1 ,california1 ,may #ah1 #aijc4 ,,the ,,music ,,of ,,america ,,by ,,roscoe ,,gilmore ,,stott ,this is the ,music of ,america3 ,above the fret of a hundred routine duties and a thousand cares rises the clarion ,soprano4 ,it comes from the joyful throats of millions of women1 blest beyond their sorrowing sisters who dwell on foreign shores4 ,it is the voice of the clear-eyed schoolgirl1 romping her happy way from a world of books into a gentler world of love2 of the self-reliant sister who is facing the forces of business with spirit courageous and step that has never learned to falter2 of the mother of a tender brood and1 blended into the melody her own heart makes1 the sweet1 lisped crooning from the child at her bosom4 ,the ,tenor notes are strong and full of golden promises4 ,they come from souls that have climbed above the city's boldest heights4 ,they come from the souls of self-forgetful men--a proud nation's watchers upon her towers whose eager eyes scan the far stretches that they may guard with loyalty against the perfidy of home or foreign foes4 ,the ,tenor is the united voices of the poets and philosophers1 of the reformers and statesmen--yes1 and of all that growing host who have scaled to the peak of some new ,sinai1 that the people may not forget the ,almighty's will concerning them4 ,listen1 and you will mark the rich1 rounded tones of the ,contralto--from the great-hearted organizations of ,charity4 ,mingled into one vast1 sweeping tone--quivering with sympathy1 vibrant with a heart's best faith--is the voice of the nurse1 bending above some frail or stricken sufferer2 the voice of the matron at the threshold of some gracious ,door of ,hope2 the voice of the orphanage1 the voice of the infirmary1 the voice of the rescue mission1 the voice of the ,salvation ,army1 the voice of the ,red ,cross1 the voice of the ,christian ,association1 the voice of the ,church4 ,and underneath the united harmony of ,soprano and ,contralto1 under the inspiring silver thread of ,tenor1 there comes the wonderful support of all1 the basis of a nation's ,song of ,hope--the splendid and terrible contribution of strong-armed1 mighty-limbed ,labor--the ,bass4 ,in the low1 deep resonance of the singer's rare volume one may catch a vision of men1 stern of visage and powerful in action1 dominated by the happy unity of ,will and ,service1 pouring down into depths of ,mother ,earth1 that other men may have homes that radiate a social warmth2 a vision of men at forge and flame1 at plow and pruning-hook1 at threshing-machine and throttle4 ,the mighty voice thrills with the shriek of a million factory whistles1 of sea and river craft1 of rushing locomotives competing against ,time and ,space4444 ,underneath all1 the splendid and terrible tones of a giant singer4 ,so1 let us be glad and rejoice6 ,the ,all-,king1 as ,he sits on the ,white ,throne1 marshaling ,his worlds1 pauses4 ,he bends a listening ear1 and surely ,his heart is made glad with an overpowering happiness as ,his ears catch the strains of a grateful people's reverence--as ,he listens to the ,music of ,america6--,from ,the ,ladies ,home ,journal4 ,,the ,,virtues ,,of ,,love ,,by ,,saint ,,paul ,,the ,,apostle ,though ,i speak with the tongues of men and of angels1 and have not charity1 ,i am become as sounding brass1 or a tinkling cymbal4 ,and though ,i have the gift of prophecy1 and understand all mysteries1 and all knowledge2 and though ,i have all faith1 so that ,i could remove mountains1 and have not charity1 ,i am nothing4 ,and though ,i bestow all my goods to feed the poor1 and though ,i give my body to be burned1 and have not charity1 it profiteth me nothing4 ,charity suffereth long and is kind2 charity envieth not2 charity vaunteth not itself1 is not puffed up1 doth not behave itself unseemly1 seeketh not her own1 is not easily provoked1 thinketh no evil2 rejoiceth not in iniquity1 but rejoiceth in the truth2 beareth all things1 believeth all things1 hopeth all things1 endureth all things4 ,charity never faileth3 but whether there be prophecies1 they shall fail2 whether there be tongues1 they shall cease2 whether there be knowledge1 it shall vanish away4 ,for we know in part1 and we prophesy in part4 ,but when that which is perfect is come1 then that which is in part shall be done away4 ,when ,i was a child1 ,i spake as a child1 ,i understood as a child1 ,i thought as a child2 but when ,i became a man1 ,i put away childish things4 ,for now we see through a glass1 darkly2 but then face to face3 now ,i know in part2 but then shall ,i know even as also ,i am known4 ,and now abideth faith1 hope1 charity1 these three2 but the greatest of these is charity4--,i ,corinthians1 ,,xiii4 ,,the ,,majesty ,,of ,,the ,,ocean ,,by 8,,proteus0 ,my first view of it was on a clear1 but gusty afternoon of autumn4 ,the winds had been abroad for many hours2 and as ,i looked seaward from the high promontory1 and beheld the long1 rough surges rushing towards me1 and listened to their wild roar as they were flung back from the caverned battlements at my feet1 ,i felt as if the pillars of the universe were shaken around me1 and stood awed and abashed before the majesty of excited nature4 ,since then1 ,i have been on lofty precipices while the thunder-cloud was bursting below me--have leaned over the trembling brink of ,niagara1 and walked within its awful chambers1 but the thrill of that moment has never returned4 ,the feeling of awe1 however1 gradually gave place to an intense but pleasing emotion1 and ,i longed to spring away from the tame and trodden earth1 to that wild1 mysterious world1 whose strange scenes broke so magnificently upon my vision4 ,no wonder that our first roving impulses are towards the ocean4 ,no wonder that the romance and adventurous spirit of youth deems lightly of hardship and peril1 when aroused by its stirring presentations4 ,there is something so winning in the multiplied superstitions of its hardy wanderers--something so fascinating in its calm beauty1 and so animating in its stormy recklessness1 that the ties of country and kindred sit looser at our hearts1 as curiosity whispers of its unseen wonders4 ,in after years1 when the bloom of existence has lost much of its brightness1 when curiosity has become enervated1 and the powers of the imagination palsied1 where do we sooner return to renew their former pleasing excitement1 than to our remembered haunts by the ocean8 ,we leave behind us all the splendor and magnificence of art1 all the voluptuous gratifications of society--we break from the banquet and the dance1 and fly away to the solitary cliffs1 where the sea-bird hides her nest4 ,there the cares1 perplexities1 and rude jostlings of opposing interests are for a while forgotten4 ,there the turmoil of human intercourse disquiets no longer4 ,there the sweat and dust of the crowded city are dispelled as the cool sea-breeze comes gently athwart our feverish brow4 ,in the exhilaration of the scene1 the blood gathers purer at the heart--its pulse-beat is softer1 and we feel once more a newness of life1 amounting almost to a transport4 ,delightful remembrances1 that lie buried up under the dross of the past1 are reanimated1 and the charm1 the peace1 and the freshness of life's morning innocence again finds in our bosom a welcome and a home4 ,the elastic spring of boyhood is in our step as we chase the receding wave along the white beach1 or leap wildly into its glassy depths4 ,in the low1 billowy murmur that steals out upon the air1 our ear catches the pleasant1 but long unheard music of other years1 like the remembered voice of a departed companion2 and while leaning over some beetling crag1 glorious visions pass1 thronging before our eyes1 as1 in fancy1 we rove through the coral groves1 where the mermaids have their emerald bower1 or gaze at the hidden beauties1 the uncoveted gems1 and the glittering argosies that repose amid the stilly waters4 ,the soul goes forth1 as it were1 to the hallowed and undefiled temples of nature1 to be purified of its earthly contamination4 ,she takes to herself wings1 and flies away to the 8uttermost parts of the sea10 and even there she hears the voice of the ,divine1 witnesses the manifestations of ,his power1 experiences the kind guardianship of ,his presence1 and returns cheered and invigorated to renew her weary pilgrimage4 ,,the ,,gray ,,days ,,by ,,robert ,j4 ,,burdette ,you don't love the gray days now4 ,you want the sunshiny days1 the roses and the carnations4 ,let me tell you1 children1 you will love the gray days just as well when they come4 ,some day1 when the heart is wearied1 when the eyes are hot and tired and dry with weeping1 when the face is burned by the noonday sun1 you will know how like a kiss of blessedness from heaven comes the soft1 cool touch of the mist1 creeping up out of the sea or coming down over the mountain1 until it folds you as the wings of a dove1 and shuts you in with peace and rest and hope1 and the tenderness of ,god4 ,oh1 you will thank ,god again and again for the gray days4 ,,the ,,present ,,crisis ,,by ,,james ,,russell ,,lowell ,when a deed is done for ,freedom1 through the broad earth's aching breast ,runs a thrill of joy prophetic1 trembling on from east to west1 ,and the slave1 where'er he cowers1 feels the soul within him climb ,to the awful verge of manhood1 as the energy sublime ,of a century bursts full-blossomed on the thorny stem of ,time4 ,through the walls of hut and palace shoots the instantaneous throe1 ,when the travail of the ,ages wrings earth's systems to and fro2 ,at the birth of each new ,era1 with a recognizing start1 ,nation wildly looks at nation1 standing with mute lips apart1 ,and glad ,truth's yet mightier man-child leaps beneath the ,future's heart4 ,so the ,evil's triumph sendeth1 with a terror and a chill1 ,under continent to continent1 the sense of coming ill1 ,and the slave1 where'er he cowers1 feels his sympathies with ,god ,in hot tear-drops ebbing earthward1 to be drunk up by the sod1 ,till a corpse crawls round unburied1 delving in the nobler clod4 ,for mankind are one in spirit1 and an instinct bears along ,round the earth's electric circle1 the swift flash of right or wrong ,whether conscious or unconscious1 yet ,humanity's vast frame ,through its ocean-sundered fibers feels the gush of joy or shame3-- ,in the gain or loss of one race all the rest have equal claim4 ,once to every man and nation comes the moment to decide1 ,in the strife of ,truth with ,falsehood1 for the good or evil side2 ,some great cause1 ,god's new ,messiah offering each the bloom or blight ,parts the goats upon the left hand1 and the sheep upon the right1 ,and the choice goes by forever 'twixt that darkness and that light4 ,hast thou chosen1 ,o my people1 in whose party thou shalt stand1 ,ere the ,doom from its worn sandals shakes the dust against our land8 ,though the cause of ,evil prosper1 yet 'tis ,truth alone is strong1 ,and1 albeit she wander outcast now1 ,i see around her throng ,troops of beautiful1 tall angels1 to enshield her from all wrong4 ,backward look across the ages and the beacon-moments see1 ,that1 like peaks of some sunk continent1 jut through ,oblivion's sea2 ,not an ear in court or market for the low foreboding cry ,of those crises1 ,god's stern winnowers1 from whose feet earth's chaff must fly1 ,never shows the choice momentous till the judgment hath passed by4 ,careless seems the great ,avenger2 history's pages but record ,one death-grapple in the darkness 'twixt old systems and the ,word2 ,truth forever on the scaffold1 ,wrong forever on the throne1-- ,yet that scaffold sways the future1 and1 behind the dim unknown1 ,standeth ,god within the shadow1 keeping watch above ,his own4 ,we see dimly in the ,present what is small and what is great1 ,slow of faith1 how weak an arm may turn the iron helm of fate1 ,but the soul is still oracular2 amid the market's din1 ,list the ominous stern whisper from the ,delphic cave within1-- 8,they enslave their children's children who make compromise with sin40 ,,chapter ,,vi ,,articulation ,,exercises ,the pronunciations and definitions throughout these pages are those given in 8,webster's ,new ,international ,dictionary10 published by ,g4 ,c4 ,merriam ,co41 ,springfield1 ,mass41 #aiah ,edition4 ,without a graceful and pleasing enunciation1 all your elegancy of style in speaking is not worth a farthing4 --,,chesterfield4 ,in the utterance of words we are concerned with the following terms3 ,pronunciation1 ,enunciation and ,articulation4 ,in a general way their meanings are identical1 but yet there is a mark of difference characterizing each4 ,pronunciation has to do with the act of uttering a single letter1 syllable1 word1 sentence1 or whole address4 ,this concerns correctness4 ,enunciation has to do with careful1 distinct utterance so that any word or any part of a word is completely audible4 ,this concerns distinctness4 ,articulation has to do with the act of gracefully and skillfully manipulating those organs of speech necessary for the correct pronunciation and distinct enunciation of words4 ,this concerns skillfulness4 ,at least a part of the following exercises should be practiced daily1 preferably in the morning4 ,a few minutes' practice is a splendid tonic for the tasks of the day4 ,i4 ,,for ,,the ,,lips ,,and ,,jaw #a4 ,repeat e a aw ah o oo4 ,in doing this extend the lips and use a relaxed jaw4 #b4 ,repeat again1 giving a rising inflection to each4 ,then give each sound the falling inflection1 and then the circumflex inflection4 #c4 ,intone them on successive pitches4 ,be sure you have pure vowel quality4 #d4 ,whisper the sounds e aw permitting the jaw1 in the latter sound1 to drop completely relaxed each time4 ,,ii4 ,,for ,,lips1 ,,tongue ,,and ,,soft ,,palate #a4 ,repeat eb ab awb ahb ob oob4 #b4 ,repeat ed ad awd ahd od ood4 #c4 ,repeat eg ag awg ahg og oog4 #d4 ,repeat ek ak awk ahk ok ook4 ,,iii4 ,,the ,,aspirates1 ,,or ,,breath ,,sounds #a4 ,repeat the breath sound of p wh f th s t sh h k4 #b4 ,repeat wh 7when7 whe wha whaw whah who whoo4 #c4 ,repeat fe fa faw fah fo foo4 #d4 ,repeat th 7thin7 the tha thaw thah tho thoo4 #e4 ,repeat se sa saw sah so soo4 #f4 ,repeat te ta taw tah to too4 #g4 ,repeat she sha shaw shah sho shoo4 #h4 ,repeat he ha haw hah ho hoo4 #i4 ,repeat ke ka kaw kah ko koo4 #aj4 ,repeat pe pa paw pah po poo4 ,,iv4 ,,the ,,sub-,,vocal ,,sounds #a4 ,repeat the vocal sound of b w th v z d r zh y g4 #b4 ,repeat be ba baw bah bo boo4 #c4 ,repeat w 7wise7 we wa waw wah wo woo4 #d4 ,repeat ve va vaw vah vo voo4 #e4 ,repeat ze za zaw zah zo zoo4 #f4 ,repeat de da daw dah do doo4 #g4 ,repeat re ra raw rah ro roo4 #h4 ,repeat zhe zha zhaw zhah zho zhoo4 #i4 ,repeat ye ya yaw yah yo yoo4 #aj4 ,repeat ge ga gaw gah go goo4 #aa4 ,repeat th 7thine7 the tha thaw thah tho thoo4 ,v4 ,,the ,,liquid ,,sounds #a4 ,repeat l m n4 #b4 ,repeat le la law lah lo loo4 #c4 ,repeat me ma maw mah mo moo4 #d4 ,repeat ne na naw nah no noo4 ,,vi4 ,,the ,,nasal ,,sounds #a4 ,repeat m-m-m-e m-m-m-a m-m-m-aw m-m-m-ah m-m-m-o m-m-m-oo4 #b4 ,repeat n-n-n-e n-n-n-a n-n-n-aw n-n-n-ah n-n-n-o n-n-n-oo4 #c4 ,repeat ng-ng-ng-e ng-ng-ng-a ng-ng-ng-aw ng-ng-ng-ah ng-ng-ng-o ng-ng-ng-oo4 ,,vii4 ,,combination ,,sounds #a4 #b4 #c4 #d4 ,breath ,voice ,breath ,voice ,breath ,voice ,breath ,voice fe ve whe we se ze she zhe fa va wha wa sa za sha zha faw vaw whaw waw saw zaw shaw zhaw fah vah whah wah sah zah shah zhah fo vo who we so zo sho zho foo voo whoo woo soo zoo shoo zhoo ,here follow a number of difficult combinations especially good for the pupil who mumbles or is habitually careless and indolent4 ,their use is effective in producing flexibility of lips1 tongue and palate4 ,it is not advisable to spend too intensive or too long practice1 however1 upon these so-called tongue-twisters lest verbal utterance becomes a laborious1 mechanical process4 ,but there are some who need just such exercises1 and those who desire rapid and distinct articulation cannot practice them too much1 provided their exercise is interesting or amusing4 ,betty ,botter bought some butter4 8,but10 she said1 8this butter's bitter2 ,if ,i put it in my batter1 ,it will make my batter bitter2 ,but a bit of better butter ,will but make my batter better40 ,so she bought a bit o' butter ,better than the bitter butter1 ,and made her bitter batter better4 ,so 'twas better ,betty ,botter ,bought a bit of better butter4 --,sheffield ,telegraph4 99 99 99 99 99 8,thunder10 thought ,theresa4 8,thieves60 throbbed ,theodore4 ,theresa thumped1 threatened1 thwarted those three thieves1 throwing the thick thesaurus--that thrilled them6 ,theodore thanked ,theresa4 99 99 99 99 99 ,i like to write about ,marie1 ,for glee and she and be and see ,and we and plea and free and me ,all go nicely with ,marie4 --,chicago ,herald4 99 99 99 99 99 ,how much wood would a wood chuck chuck ,if a wood chuck could and would chuck wood8 ,he'd chuck as much wood as a wood chuck would ,if a wood chuck could and would chuck wood4 99 99 99 99 99 ,a thatcher of ,thatchwood went to ,thatchet a-thatching4 ,five flippy ,frenchmen foolishly fanning fainting flies4 ,eight eager1 earnest1 eccentric ,englishmen eating eleven elusive eagles4 ,high up the hill he heaved a huge hoe4 ,a cheap1 changeable1 child-like chimpanzee champion playing checkers with ,charles4 ,black bugs' blood4 7,repeat quickly47 99 99 99 99 99 ,when a twiner a-twisting will twist him a twist1 ,for the twining his twist he three twines doth entwist4 ,but if one of the twines of the twist doth untwist ,the twine that untwisted1 untwisteth the twist4 99 99 99 99 99 ,as much of the dew that the dew drops drop1 if dew drops do drop dew4 99 99 99 99 99 ,a tutor1 who tooted a flute1 tried to tutor two tooters to toot4 ,said the two to the tutor3 8,is it harder to toot1 or tutor two tooters to toot80 99 99 99 99 99 ,a shy little she said shoo ,to a fly and a flea in a flue4 ,said the flea1 8,let us fly40 ,said the fly1 8,let us flee40 ,so they flew through a flaw in the flue4 99 99 99 99 99 ,amidst the mists and coldest frosts1 ,with barest wrists and stoutest boasts1 ,he thrusts his fists against the posts1 ,and still insists he sees the ghosts4 99 99 99 99 99 ,bring a bit of buttered bran bread4 ,lucy likes light literature4 ,around the rough and rugged rocks the ragged rascal ran4 ,a lovely lily lying all alone along the lane4 ,can a stammerer flatter a flatterer8 ,the bald lawyer saw all in the hall4 ,ask at last the flask for the task4 99 99 99 99 99 ,to the ,windmills said the ,millwheel3 8,as the wind wills do you still wheel80 8,yes1 we still wheel when the wind wills60 ,to the ,millwheel said the ,windmills4 99 99 99 99 99 ,she stood at the door of ,mrs4 ,smith's fish-sauce shop in the ,strand welcoming him in4 ,sisyphus sold six pairs of shining steel1 slippery scissors4 ,what noise annoys a noisy oyster most8 ,a noisy noise annoys noisy oyster most4 ,a little leaven leaveneth the whole lump4 7,not whole hump47 ,a sad dangler4 7,not angler47 ,a languid dame4 7,not aim47 ,his crime moved me4 7,not cry47 ,he will prate to anybody4 7,not pray47 ,chaste stars4 7,not tars47 ,irish yews4 7,not shoes47 8,give the cat stale bread60 8,the cat's tail1 mamma80 8,silence1 child60 ,fill the sieve with thistles1 then sift the thistles in the sieve4 ,a glowing gleam glowing green4 ,the bleak breeze blighted the bright broom blossoms4 ,flesh of freshly dried flying fish4 ,six thick thistle sticks4 ,two toads tried to trot to ,tedbury4 ,give ,grimes ,jim's great gilt gig whip4 ,strong ,stephen ,stringer snared slickly six sickly silky snakes4 ,much water makes the meal-mill wheel work well4 ,eye her highness1 how high she holds her old haughty head4 ,the soup must be heated before he eat it4 99 99 99 99 99 ,hugh ,go goes for the girls that he sees2 ,pa ,go goes 'cause it limbers his knees2 ,ma ,go goes for the ease 'neath the trees2 ,nanny ,go goes for the coasters that please2 ,letta ,go goes for ,galligher's squeeze4 ,so1 go where the ,goes go4 99 99 99 99 99 ,max with a wax match4 ,the sea ceaseth--it sufficeth sufficiently that the sea ceaseth4 ,six slick slim slippery slimy sleek slender sickly saplings4 99 99 99 99 99 ,owen ,moore went away ,owing more than he could pay2 ,owen ,moore came back one day ,owing more4 99 99 99 99 99 ,there was a young fellow named ,tait ,who dined with his girl at #h3jh4 ,as ,tate did not state1 ,i cannot relate ,what ,tate and his tte--tte ate at #h3jh4 99 99 99 99 99 ,a farmer had a seeder for the seeding of the seed4 ,it was a cedar seeder1 and said he3 8,i never seed a seeder that could exceed this yere cedar seeder for the seedin' of the seed40 99 99 99 99 99 ,,simon ,,short',s ,,son ,,samuel ,shrewd ,simon ,short sewed shoes4 ,seventeen summers' speeding storms1 spreading sunshine1 successively saw ,simon's small shabby shop still stanch2 saw ,samuel's self-same squeaking sign still swinging1 silently speechifying3 8,simon ,short1 ,smithfield's sole surviving shoemaker1 shoes sewed1 soled superfinely40 ,simon's spry1 sedulous spouse1 ,sally ,short1 sewed shirts1 stitched sheets1 stuffed sofas4 ,simon's six stout1 sturdy sons1 ,seth1 ,samuel1 ,stephen1 ,saul1 ,shadrach1 ,silas--sold sundries4 ,sober ,seth sold sugar1 starch1 spice2 ,simple ,samuel sold saddles1 stirrups1 screws2 sagacious ,stephen sold silks1 satins1 shawls2 skeptical ,saul sold silver salvers2 selfish ,shadrach sold salves1 shoestrings1 soap1 skates1 saws1 sausages1 sawdust2 slack ,silas sold ,sally ,short's stuffed sofas4 ,some seven summers since1 ,simon's second son1 ,samuel1 saw ,sophia ,sophronia ,spriggs1 sweet1 sensible1 smart ,sophronia ,spriggs4 ,sam showed strange symptoms4 ,sam seldom stayed storing1 selling saddles4 ,sam sighed sorrowfully1 sought ,sophia ,sophronia ,spriggs' society2 sung several serenades slyly4 ,simon stormed1 scolded severely1 said ,sam seemed so silly singing such shameful1 senseless songs4 8,strange1 ,sam should slight such splendid summer sales6 ,strutting ,spendthrift6 ,shatter-brained simpleton60 8,softly1 softly1 sire60 said ,sally4 8,sam's smitten2 ,sam's spied some sweetheart40 8,sentimental schoolboy60 snarled ,simon4 8,smitten6 stop such stuff60 ,simon sent ,sally's snuffbox spinning1 seized ,sally's scissors1 smashed ,sally's spectacles1 scattered several spools4 8,sneaking scoundrel6 ,sam's shocking silliness shall surcease60 ,scowling ,simon stopped speaking1 starting swiftly shopward4 ,sally sighed sadly4 ,summoning ,sam1 she spoke sweet sympathy4 8,sam10 said she1 8,sire seems singularly snappy2 so1 sonny1 stop strutting streets1 stop smoking segars1 spending specie superfluously1 stop sprucing so1 stop singing serenades1 stop short6 ,sell saddles sensibly4 ,see ,sophia ,sophronia ,spriggs soon2 she's sprightly2 she's stable4 ,so1 solicit1 sue1 secure ,sophia speedily1 ,sam40 8,so soon8 ,so soon80 said ,sam1 standing stock-still4 8,so soon1 surely10 said ,sally1 smiling1 8'specially since ,sire shows such spirits40 ,so ,sam1 somewhat scared1 sauntered slowly1 shaking stupendously4 ,sam soliloquizes3 8,sophia ,sophronia ,spriggs--,spriggs--,samuel ,short's spouse--sounds splendid4 ,suppose she should say--shoo8 ,she shan't6 ,she shan't60 ,soon ,sam spied ,sophia starching shirts1 singing softly4 ,seeing ,sam1 she stopped starching1 saluted ,sam smilingly4 ,sam stammered shockingly3 8,spl-spl-splendid summer season1 ,sophia40 8,somewhat sultry10 suggested ,sophia4 8,sar-sartin1 ,sophia10 said ,sam6 7,silence seventeen seconds47 8,selling saddles1 still1 ,sam80 8,sartin10 said ,sam1 starting suddenly4 8,season's somewhat sudorific10 said ,sam1 stealthily staunching sweat1 shaking sensibly4 8,sartin10 said ,sophia1 significantly4 8,sip some sherbert1 ,sam80 7,silence sixty seconds47 8,sire shot sixty sheldrakes1 ,saturday10 said ,sophia4 8,sixty8 sho60 said ,sam4 7,silence seventy seconds47 8,see ,sister ,susan's sunflowers10 said ,sophia1 sociably scattering such stiff silence4 ,sophia's sprightly sauciness stimulated ,sam strangely2 so ,sam suddenly spoke sentimentally1 8,sophia1 ,susan's sunflowers seem saying1 #8,samuel ,short1 ,sophia ,sophronia ,spriggs1 stroll serenely1 sequestered spot1 some sylvan shade4 ,sparkling springs shall sing soul-soothing strains2 sweet songsters shall silence secret sighings2 super-angelic sylphs shall--'0 ,sophia snickered1 so ,sam stopped4 8,sophia10 said ,sam solemnly4 8,sam10 said ,sophia4 8,sophia1 stop smiling4 ,sam ,short's sincere4 ,sam's seeking some spouse1 ,sophia60 ,sophia stood silent4 8,speak6 ,sophia1 speak6 ,such suspense stimulates sorrow40 8,seek ,sire1 ,sam1 seek ,sire60 ,sam sought ,sire ,spriggs4 ,sire ,spriggs said1 8,sartin40 ,so ,sophia ,sophronia ,spriggs serenely signs ,sam's screeds 8,sophia ,sophronia ,spriggs ,short40 99 99 99 99 99 ,theophilus ,thistle1 the successful thistle sifter1 in sifting a sieve full of unsifted thistles1 thrust three thousand thistles through the thick of his thumb4 ,now if ,theophilus ,thistle1 the successful thistle sifter1 in sifting a sieve full of unsifted thistles thrust three thousand thistles through the thick of his thumb1 see that thou1 in sifting a sieve full of unsifted thistles1 thrust not three thousand thistles through the thick of thy thumb4 99 99 99 99 99 ,there was a man named ,bill4 ,the said ,bill owned a bill-board and he also owed a board-bill4 ,bill's board-bill fell due1 but owing to the fact that ,bill's bill-board held all his money1 the said ,bill was unable to settle the board-bill4 ,bill's landlady was much bored with ,bill1 with ,bill's board-bill and with ,bill's bill-board4 ,bill also became bored with himself1 bored with his landlady1 bored with his board-bill1 and bored with his bill-board4 ,so ,bill1 bored and bored and bored by her who was also bored and bored and bored1 sold his bill-board and paid his board-bill2 and thus ,bill who was often bored and the board that was often billed and the bill that often bored--,bill1 bill-board and board-bill1 together with the thrice-bored board-bill lady served to make history1 the reading of which continues to bore all owners of bill-boards and owners of board-bills to this day4 99 99 99 99 99 ,though doubtless written with some immediate political purpose1 with which we have no concern1 the student of a perfect enunciation will find the following a most helpful exercise4 ,,ain',t ,,it ,,the ,,truth8 ,,by ,,threl ,,fall ,woodrow ,wilson works wonders while ,windy worldlings weary welkins with ,what were whilom winful warcries4 ,while wayward ,washingtonians without ,wit whimper wearisomely1 while witless ,wretches whine weasel words with will1 ,while woebegone weaklings wobble1 ,waver1 wizen2 while weasened warlocks ,who want weapons wickedly weave webs1 ,woodrow who would wither weltering ,world war works wholesouledly4 ,woodrow ,warps world-peace woof with western ,wisdom1 whipsaws wayfaring wastrels ,who would wantonly wreck4 ,woodrow ,whangs werewolves1 watches whisperers1 ,whales welchers4 ,woodrow warily ,wheedles world-hardened wiseacres ,who wrangle4 ,woodrow without ,weakening whacks wooden-headed ,whippersnappers who warble4 ,woodrow's ,welcome ,world ,weal wins war-weary ,womankind1 wan widows whose warriors ,were wasted1 wink warmly1 winsome ,wenches whoop wildly1 waltzing ,walkyrie-like1 worthy wives warble ,whimsically4 ,woodrow withal wakes ,world wants which were withered4 ,whangdoodles with warlike ways ,would well 'ware ,wilson4 --,los ,angeles ,times1 ,march #bj1 #aiai4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,far-,,famed ,,fairy ,,tale ,,of ,,fenella#a 7#a7 ,a ,famous ,fish ,factor ,found himself ,father of ,five ,fine ,flirting ,females--,fanny1 ,florence1 ,fernanda1 ,francesca1 and ,fenella4 7#b7 ,the ,first ,four were ,flat-,featured1 ill-,favored1 ,forbidding-,faced1 ,freckled ,frumps2 ,fretful1 ,flippant1 ,foolish1 and ,flaunting4 7#c7 ,fenella was a ,fine-,featured1 ,fresh1 ,fleet-,footed ,fairy2 ,frank1 ,free and ,full of ,fun4 7#d7 ,the ,fisher ,failed and was ,forced by ,fickle ,fortune to ,forego his ,footman1 ,forfeit his ,forefather's ,fine ,fields1 and ,find a ,forlorn ,farmhouse in a ,forsaken ,forest4 7#e7 ,the ,four ,fretful ,females1 ,fond of ,figuring at ,feasts in ,feathers and ,fashionable ,finery1 ,fumed at their ,fugitive ,father4 7#f7 ,forsaken by ,fulsome1 ,flattering ,fortune-hunters1 who ,followed them when ,fish ,flourished1 ,fenella ,fondled her ,father1 ,flavored their ,food1 ,forgot her ,flattering ,followers1 and ,frolicked in ,frieze without ,flounces4 7#g7 ,the ,father1 ,finding himself ,forced to ,forage in ,foreign parts for a ,fortune1 ,found he could afford a ,fairing ,for his ,five ,fondlings4 7#h7 ,the ,first ,four were ,fain to ,foster their ,frivolity with ,fine ,frills and ,fans1 ,fit to ,finish their ,father's ,finances2 ,fenella1 ,fearful of ,flooring him1 ,formed a ,fancy ,for a ,full1 ,fresh ,flower4 7#i7 ,fate ,favored the ,fish-,factor ,for a ,few days1 when he ,fell in with a ,fog2 his ,faithful ,filly's ,footsteps ,faltered1 and ,food ,failed4 7#aj7 ,he ,found himself in ,front of a ,fortified ,fortress4 ,finding it ,forsaken1 and ,feeling himself ,feeble and ,forlorn with ,fasting1 he ,fed upon the ,fish1 ,flesh and ,fowl he ,found1 ,fricasseed and ,fried2 and when ,full1 ,fell ,flat on the ,floor4 7#aa7 ,fresh in the ,forenoon he ,forthwith ,flew to the ,fruitful ,fields1 and1 not ,forgetting ,fenella1 he ,filched a ,fair ,flower2 when a ,foul1 ,frightful1 ,fiendish ,figure ,flashed ,forth1 8,felonious ,fellow6--,fingering my ,flower--,i'll ,finish you6 ,go1 say ,farewell to your ,fine1 ,felicitous ,family1 and ,face me in a ,fortnight40 7#ab7 ,the ,faint-hearted ,fisher ,fumed and ,faltered1 and ,fast was ,far in his ,flight4 7#ac7 ,his ,five daughters ,flew to ,fall at his ,feet1 and ,fervently ,felicitate him4 7#ad7 ,frantically and ,fluently he unfolded his ,fate4 7#ae7 ,fenella1 ,forthwith1 ,fortified by ,filial ,fondness1 ,followed her ,father's ,footsteps1 and ,flung her ,faultless ,form at the ,foot of the ,frightful ,figure1 who ,forgave the ,father1 and ,fell ,flat on his ,face2 ,for he had ,fervently ,fallen in a ,fiery ,fit of love ,for the ,fair ,fenella4 7#af7 ,he ,feasted and ,fostered her1 till1 ,fascinated by his ,faithfulness1 she ,forgot the ,ferocity of his ,face1 ,form and ,feature2 and ,frankly and ,fondly ,fixed ,friday ,fifth of ,february1 ,for the affair to come off4 7#ag7 ,there were present at the wedding1 ,fanny1 ,florence1 ,fernanda1 ,francesca1 and the ,fisher4 7#ah7 ,there were ,festivity1 ,fragrance1 ,finery1 ,fireworks1 ,fricasseed ,frogs1 ,fritters1 ,fish1 ,flesh1 ,fowl and ,furmenty2 ,frontignac1 ,flip1 and ,fare ,fit ,for the ,fastidious2 ,fruit1 ,fuss1 ,flambeaux1 ,four ,fat ,fiddlers1 and ,fifers2 and the ,frightful ,form of the ,fortunate and ,frumpish ,fiend ,fell ,from him1 and he ,fell at ,fenella's ,feet1 a ,fair-,favored1 ,fine1 ,frank ,freeman of the ,forest6 7#ai7 ,behold the ,fruits of ,filial affection6--,comic ,times4 ,,my ,m-,,made ,,memory ,,medley ,,mentioning ,,memory',s ,,marvelous ,,manifestations#b 7#a7 ,memory ,means ,mind--,mind ,means ,memory4 7#b7 ,memory ,most ,mysteriously ,makes ,mental ,memoranda4 7#c7 ,matured ,metaphysical ,meditation ,manifests ,memory ,man's ,mighty ,maker's ,manifoldly ,marvelous1 ,magnificent ,masterpiece4 7#d7 ,memory ,makes1 ,molds1 ,modifies1 ,moves1 ,maintains ,mind2 ,memory ,moves ,man's ,mouth2 ,memory ,manages ,man's ,manipulations4 7#e7 ,multitudinous ,misfortunes ,mark ,meager ,memory1 ,municipal ,mismanagement1 ,maritime ,mishaps1 ,mercantile ,miscalculations4 7#f7 ,meager ,memory ,means ,mystification1 ,misconception1 ,misunderstanding1 ,mournful ,mental ,malady4 7#g7 ,many ,men ,meditating ,merge ',mid ,mystification1 ,mostly ,meaning ,mismanaged ,memory4 7#h7 ,meager ,memory ,makes ,many ,men ,mere ,mute ,mummies4 7#i7 ,mold ,memory1 ,manage ,memory2 ,make ,memory-,meditations ,mind-,making ,material4 ,mere ,mechanical1 ,muttering ,memory ,makes ,many ,men ,mere ,meaning-,minus ,magpies4 7#aj7 ,memory ,managed ,methodically1 ,manifests ,marvelous ,might4 7#aa7 ,many ,maddened ,masters ,murmuringly ,mistrust ,meritedly ,mistrusted ,menials' ,muddly ,memories4 7#ab7 ,menials' ,message ,mangling ,misconduct1 ,magical ,modern ,memory ,methods ,most ,materially ,mitigate4 7#ac7 ,memory ,methods ,master ,most ,marvelous ,medleys4 7#ad7 ,miss ,market-,much ,might ,memorize ,meat1 ,mustard1 ,mushrooms1 ,melons1 ,marmalade1 ,milk1 ,mullets1 ,mops1 ,matches1 ,medicine1 ,myrrh1 ,musk1 ,muslin1 ,music2 ,moreover ,many ,miscellaneous ,momentous ,messages4 7#ae7 ,many ,men ,much ,misunderstand ,memory ,methods1 ,making ,mental ,mazes ,much ,more ,mysterious2 ,making ,mere ,mole-,mounds ,mule ,maddening-,mountains2 ,making ,minutest ,mites ,mighty ,mammalia4 7#af7 ,many ,men ,mentally ,merely ,move ,mobward1 ,mingling ,mimicked1 ,meaningless ,murmurings ',midst ,misty-,minded ,men's ,maniacal ,mutterings1 ,menacing ,memory ,method's ,mutilation4 ,mildly1 ,manfully1 ,mockingly1 ,memory ,men ,march1 ,maintaining ,majesty4 7#ag7 ,mercenary ,motives1 ,mistaken ,monetary ,management ,may ,make ,many ,meanly ,miss ,mentally ,masticating ,memory ,methods4 ,moral ,men ,manifesting ,manly ,motives ,may ,mention ,memory's ,marvelous ,malleability1 ,making ,memory's ,maximum ,man's ,mental ,meridian6 7#ah7 ,murky-,minded1 ,misanthropic1 ,monopolizing ,men ,may ,malevolently ,mutter ,many ,mischievous1 ,malice-,molded ,maledictions1 ,mockingly ,mistrusting ,memory ,methods4 7#ai7 ,memory ,methods ,master ,minutely ,many ,manuals1 ,mosaic ,maxims1 ,medival ,memorables1 ,masonic ,mysteries1 ,mechanical ,movements1 ,mineral ,mixtures1 ,medicinal ,metamorphoses1 ,musical ,measures1 ,mathematical ,materials1 ,mercantile ,managements1 ,momentary ,mementos4 7#bj7 ,memory ,methods ,might ,make ,monarchs1 ,ministers1 ,members1 ,mayors1 ,magistrates1 ,mouth ,most ,mightily1 ,minus ,manuscripts4 7#ba7 ,memory ,methodically ,manifested ,makes ,man ,muscularly1 ,mentally1 ,morally1 ,mercantilely1 ,much ,more ,manly4 7#bb7 ,memory ,may ,make ,metropolitan ,manufacturers ,manufacture ,many ,most ,magnificent ,materials1 ,merely ,marking ,mentally ,modistes' ,modified ,matchless ,models4 7#bc7 ,memory ,makes ,money-,moving ,merchants ,mass ,many ,more ,money-,mounds4 7#bd7 ,memory ,makes ,morose ,men ,much ,more ,mannerly4 ,memory ,makes ,men's ,motto 8,mutely ,miss ,mischievous ,meddling40 7#be7 ,memory1 ,marking ,man's ,misguided ,mind1 ,makes ,man ,merciful4 ,mingled ,mortifications1 ,minus ,merciful ,memory1 ,make ,minor ,mistakes ,miscreant ,misdemeanors4 7#bf7 ,memory1 ,methodized1 ,makes ,more ,magnetic1 ,meltingly ,melodious1 ,meekminded1 ,modest1 ,marriageable ,maidens4 7#bg7 ,memory ,makes ,mothers ,manage ,minutest1 ,multitudinously ,miscellaneous ,matters ,meritoriously ,maternally4 7#bh7 ,memory ,makes ,model ,men ,matchlessly ,master ,mimicry4 ,memory ,makes ,mimics ,mimic ,minutely4 7#bi7 ,mind--,memory6 ,mockingly1 ,maddeningly1 ,manages1 ,masters1 ,manacles ,men's ,mere ,muscular ,might4 7#cj7 ,memory ,molds ,men's ,musings2 ,millionaires' ,musings ,may ,mark ,moldering ,marble ,monuments1 ,mutely ,mentioning ,magnificent ,munificences4 7#ca7 ,military ,men1 ,musing1 ,may ,mark ,muskets1 ,matchless ,marksmen1 ,mortars1 ,majors1 ,men1 ,movements1 ,maneuvers4 7#cb7 ,milkmaid's ,musings ,may ,mark ,mist-,moistened ,meadows1 ,mirthful ,milkmen ,merrily ,milking1 ,millers1 ,mills1 ,men ,mowing1 ,moving ,mud-,mounds1 ,minding ,mares1 ,managing ,managers1 ,malting2 ,master's ,mansion1 ,master ,making ,market ,memos42 ,mistress ,making ,mincemeat2 ,miss ,millie 8,musicking02 ,master ,mathew ,meeting ,miss ,may ,marry-,me4 7#cc7 ,man's ,misconduct ,makes ,meditation--,memory--,mental ,misery4 7#cd7 ,murderers' ,morbid ,minds ,meek ,morpheus ,molests1 ,making ,midnight's ,mysterious ,musings ,merciless ,mental ,martyrdoms4 7#ce7 ,methodical ,memorizing ,means ,mating ,mentally--,mark6 ,minister ,manuscript--,manuscript ,mission--,mission ,money--,money ,missionary--,missionary ,mohammedan--,mohammedan ,meditate--,meditate ,misconduct--,misconduct ,mediator--,mediator ,messiah6 ,mark1 ,moreover1 ,memory ,methods ,make ,mixed ,mental ,masses ,most ,marvelously ,manageable4 ,meager ,memory1 ,moderate ,memory1 ,mighty ,memory1 ,method ,may ,magnify ,much4 7#cf7 ,mentioning ,my ,m-,made ,memory ,medley1 ,may ,make ,many ,melancholy ,moping ,men ,manifest ,much ,merriment4 7#cg7 ,many ,merely ,muttering ,my ,m-,made ,memory ,medley ,may ,make ,multitudinous ,mistakes4 7#ch7 ,my ,memory ,men ,may ,memorize ,my ,matchlessly ,mouth ,martyrdomizing ,m-,made ,memory ,medley666 --,,william ,,stokes4 99 99 99 99 99 ,if one has a little spare time1 he can use it to good advantage in making alliterative exercises for himself4 ,it will enlarge his vocabulary1 discipline him in the use of unfamiliar words1 and1 at the same time1 afford him opportunity for linguistic practice for the improvement of his pronunciation1 enunciation and articulation4 ,for instance1 here are a few crude attempts made by one of the authors when he was lying on a sick-bed and desired a change of mental occupation4 ,,mighty ,,majestic ,,mind ,,man',s ,,muscular1 ,,mental1 ,,moral ,,master ,mind magnificently masters man4 ,mind majestically manages man's muscular1 mental1 moral movements4 ,man moves materially4 ,material movements mean motions made muscularly1 mechanically4 ,man's mechanics move as man's mind mandates4 ,mere mechanical-man1 muscular-man1 means microcosmic majesty1 but man's moral mentality1 mysteriously manifests man's ,mighty ,maker's magnificent1 matchless majesty4 ,mind manifestations mean mentation1 mystery1 method1 municipal management1 music1 melody1 multifarious manufactures1 market manipulations1 ,marconi messages1 macadamization1 motor movements1 mechanical mastery1 metallic mixtures1 muscular motions mentally mandated1 maritime maneuvers1 magnetic mastery4 ,men's mental missteps mean misery1 morbidity1 moroseness1 many moon's mournful meditations4 ,man's mind mismanaged means mental mirages1 miserable miserliness1 mean marriages4 ,many men marry mistakenly1 merely marking mean mentality1 moral mismanagement4 ,miserable marriages mean morbid mouthings1 misleading marital mirages1 moral missteps1 monotonous months1 mean moments1 miserable meetings4 ,mean1 malicious1 morally morbid1 meddling marplots make many marriage mates miserable1 mouthing mendacious misstatements1 manufacturing mean messages1 making matrons mutely meditate mauling mysterious maidens who merrily manipulate meager-minded men4 ,methodistical1 ,mennonite maidens1 meditating many men's malodorous matrimonial mishaps1 mercilessly meditate maidenhood1 mocking marriage misfits4 ,maidens morally1 mentally1 muscularly married1 majestically move matronward1 meeting motherhood merrily4 ,mighty ,majestic ,mind made ,maiden ,mary's motherhood mysteriously materialize4 ,moral man's meditations magnify ,maiden ,mary's marvelous motherhood4 ,mans'1 matrons'1 maidens' managed mentations mean mentally-manipulated meritorious monogamous marriages1 making mates materially merry1 managing maternity modernly4 ,moreover1 man's managed mentations mean mercantile might1 maritime majesty1 masterly mechanics1 monkish manuscripts1 marble mansions1 moon maps1 martial maneuvers1 military marchings1 magnificent masquerades1 mail movements1 mystic materializations1 mathematical mazes1 ,maypole maidens1 molded medals1 modern medicine1 megalithic monuments1 musical megaphones1 melodramatic monologues1 man's melioration1 mellow memories1 ,mennonite missionaries1 merciful mandatories1 ,messianic masses1 metaphysical messages1 mighty metaphors1 metaphrastic metamorphoses1 metallic mercuries1 marvelous metropolises1 ,methodistic morals1 monks' meditations1 ,mohammedan mosques1 miniature minarets1 masterful ministers1 miraculous mirrors1 martial mobilizations1 multiplied musicians1 marble mosaics1 meaningful mottoes4 ,mendelssohn made manifold music1 monkish masses1 modulated madrigals1 mincing minuets1 military marches4 ,moor mountebanks make money monkey-shining4 ,melancthon's managed mentality materialized moral mottoes1 manuscripts1 mandates1 mental manna for mighty monarchs1 manifold multitudes4 ,macbeth's moral missteps materialized manichean morbidity1 malignant moroseness1 murderous manifestations1 maniacal madness4 ,merry ,maryland's melody moves men's1 matrons'1 maidens' muscular movements mightily4 ,more meditation might materialize many more m-made mental meanderings4 ,,soul ,,sublime ,spirit sees spirit surely4 ,spirit shuns sensuous symbols1 shibboleths1 signs1 sins4 ,spirit seeks serenity1 sociability1 salvation1 supreme spiritual standards1 splendid sympathy1 starlike success4 ,sin1 sensuality1 sear1 singe1 scorch1 send suffering1 sorrow1 sadness4 ,spirit1 soul1 soaring supremely1 senses slumber soundly4 ,senses sleep1 spirit solves4 ,soul subjects senses securely--sight1 sound1 smell1 space--storing spirit secrets1 sweet sounds1 soulful sympathy4 ,spirit sends soul starward seeking spirit's shoreless1 shining seas sublimely serene4 ,soul survives sense's subjugation4 ,soul seeks successful solutions such staggerers as syncopation1 syncretism1 syndicalism1 symbiosis1 symmetricalism1 synesthesia1 synovitis1 syringomyelia1 strum1 stronglyid1 strobilation1 stock swindling1 solfatara1 solaria1 ,sivaism1 ,shintoism1 sisymbriums1 siphonophora1 shunning shilly-shallying1 sloppy sentimentality1 slippery sneakiness1 sulky slovenliness1 secret sinfulness1 shekel stealing1 saucy slandering4 99 99 99 99 99 ,one might write a 8,wordy ,wabble on ,women10 telling how 8women wheedle wary woodmen woefully in western1 wild ,wyoming and ,washington4 ,warring1 waspish women wear war-paint wielding willow wands whackingly when weary ,willies wantonly waste wages10 and so on4 ,or he could picture ,dauntless ,daniel daringly defying ,desperate ,desmond4 ,a war correspondent might have gained fame a few years ago had he headed his ,german letter3 8,blatant ,billy ,blusteringly1 ,belligerently1 ,bellows ,braggingly10 and later he might have told how 8,british bulldogs beat ,billy's bragging1 brutal1 bullying battalions2 beneficently1 benignly1 beautifully backing beleaguered ,belgium's bruised1 but brave batteries4 ,billy bemoaned beaten battalions1 but ,bulldog ,britain beamed benignly1 bantering ,billy's ,brunswick backers1 bagging ,billy's belongings1 bogging ,billy's boasted bootsteps4 ,britain's bulldogs made bragging1 boasting ,billy bow bendingly before bully belligerents40 ,let not the intellectual student deem this kind of exercise too frivolous4 ,it will be of far greater benefit to him than he is aware1 especially if he will read and reread his alliterations1 with clear understanding1 in accordance with the principles laid down in the earlier part of ,chapter ,i4 ,of a different type1 but equally useful as exercises in composition1 and intelligent and carefully articulated reading1 are such compositions as the following4 ,let the student try to make up something of the kind descriptive of a battle1 a rainstorm1 an earthquake1 etc4 99 99 99 99 99 ,a man whose vocabulary seems to be unlimited when he desires to describe conditions1 and whose nights were made sleepless by a switch engine1 recently wrote as follows to the railroad company3 ,is it absolutely necessary1 in discharge of his duty day and night1 that the engineer of your yard at the upper terminal bridge should make his engine ding and dong and fizz and spit and clang and bang and buzz and hiss and bell and wail and pant and rant and yowl and grate and grind and puff and bump and click and clank and chug and moan and hoot and toot and crash and grunt and gasp and groan and whistle and wheeze and squawk and blow and jar and perk and rasp and jingle and twang and clack and rumble and jangle and ring and clatter and yelp and croak and howl and hum and snarl and puff and growl and thump and boom and clash and jolt and jostle and shake and screech and snort and snarl and slam and shake and throb and crink and quiver and rumble and roar and rattle and yell and smoke and smell and shriek like hell8--,labor ,clarion1 #aiaf4 ,,the ,,habit ,,of ,,swallowing ,,the 8,g0 ,the ,problem ,it is strange why so many people fail to sound the 8ing0 ending clearly when in reality to do so requires less effort than not to4 ,there is no better way of describing it than the swallowing of the 8g40 ,let us take the word 8running0 and determine the action of the tongue in the proper and improper enunciation of the 8ing40 #a4 ,repeat it as 8runnin'0 and note the position of the tongue tip at the end of the word4 ,you will find it pressed against the roof of the mouth just back of the upper front teeth4 ,you will also note that the vowel sound 8i0 is changed to 8u40 #b4 ,now repeat 8running40 ,you will discover the mouth is more open1 and the tongue tip just back of the lower front teeth1 and the pure vowel quality of 8i0 is retained4 ,evil ,effects ,there are three serious effects upon the person who persists in swallowing his 8g's03 #a4 ,it causes a restricted throat1 and consequently a tired one4 #b4 ,it causes a stoppage of pure tone1 and consequently develops nasality4 #c4 ,it shows a lack of care and culture4 ,practice ,exercises ,repeat the following exercises with distinctness and precision3 #a4 ,beng1 bang1 bawng1 bahng1 bong1 boong4 #b4 ,deng1 dang1 dawng1 dahng1 dong1 doong4 #c4 ,feng1 fang1 fawng1 fahng1 fong1 foong4 #d4 ,geng1 gang1 gawng1 gahng1 gong1 goong1 7,hard 8g0 sound47 #e4 ,heng1 hang1 hawng1 hahng1 hong1 hoong4 #f4 ,jeng1 jang1 jawng1 jahng1 jong1 joong4 #g4 ,keng1 kang1 kawng1 kahng1 kong1 koong4 #h4 ,leng1 lang1 lawng1 lahng1 long1 loong4 #i4 ,meng1 mang1 mawng1 mahng1 mong1 moong4 #aj4 ,peng1 pang1 pawng1 pahng1 pong1 poong4 #aa4 ,qeng1 qang1 qawng1 qahng1 qong1 qoong4 #ab4 ,reng1 rang1 rawng1 rahng1 rong1 roong4 #ac4 ,seng1 sang1 sawng1 sahng1 song1 soong4 #ad4 ,teng1 tang1 tawng1 tahng1 tong1 toong4 #ae4 ,veng1 vang1 vawng1 vahng1 vong1 voong4 #af4 ,weng1 wang1 wawng1 wahng1 wong1 woong4 #ag4 ,yeng1 yang1 yawng1 yahng1 yong1 yoong4 ,,how ,,the ,,water ,,comes ,,down ,,at ,,lodore ,,by ,,robert ,,southey ,receding and speeding1 and shocking and rocking1 ,and darting and parting1 and threading and spreading1 ,and whizzing and hissing1 and dripping and skipping1 ,and brightening and whitening1 and quivering and shivering1 ,and hitting and splitting1 and shining and twining1 ,and rattling and battling1 and shaking and quaking1 ,and pouring and roaring1 and waving and raving1 ,and tossing and crossing1 and flowing and growing1 ,and running and stunning1 and hurrying and scurrying1 ,and glittering and flittering1 and gathering and feathering1 ,and dinning and spinning1 and foaming and roaming1 ,and dropping and hopping1 and working and jerking1 ,and gurgling and struggling1 and heaving and cleaving1 ,and thundering and floundering3 ,and falling and crawling1 and sprawling1 ,and driving and riving and striving1 ,and sprinkling and twinkling and wrinkling1 ,and sounding and bounding and rounding1 ,and bubbling and troubling and doubling1 ,dividing and gliding and sliding1 ,and grumbling and rumbling and tumbling1 ,and clattering and battering and shattering1 ,and gleaming and streaming and steaming and beaming1 ,and rushing and flushing and brushing and gushing1 ,and flapping and rapping and clapping and slapping1 ,and curling and whirling and purling and twirling1 ,retreating and meeting and beating and sheeting1 ,delaying and straying and playing and spraying1 ,advancing and prancing and glancing and dancing1 ,recoiling1 turmoiling1 and toiling and boiling1 ,and thumping and plumping and bumping and jumping1 ,and dashing and flashing and splashing and clashing1 ,and so never ending but always descending1 ,sounds and motions forever and ever are blending2 ,all at once1 and all o'er1 with a mighty uproar1 ,and in this way the water comes down at ,lodore4 --,abridged4 ,,overcoming ,,the ,,rising ,,inflection ,one of the most effective elements of convincing speech is the inflection4 ,by inflection is meant the glide of the voice to a higher or lower pitch4 ,this glide may be quick and short1 or long and slow4 ,it may be a rising or falling glide1 or both4 ,complaints are constantly being made against the improper use of the 8rising inflection40 ,this misuse of one of the most invaluable agencies for forceful utterance is persistently indulged in by the majority of students4 ,it is a common fault4 ,its disastrous effect does not lie merely in ineffectiveness of speech1 yet that in itself ought to be sufficient cause for its cure1 but rather in its destructibility of the pupil's will-power and self-confidence4 ,the pupil who has persisted in answering with a question mark in his voice is indelibly marked4 ,he is likely to be dependent instead of independent and dependable2 he is groping in the dark for a crutch in order to keep his mental balance4 ,the most flagrant causes for such improper and inexcusable speech may be enumerated under two heads3 ,on the ,part of the ,pupil ,the pupil is not sure of the answer4 ,the pupil wishes to please the teacher4 ,the pupil is not sure he has answered enough4 ,the pupil fears he will make a mistake4 ,the pupil waits for the teacher to verify his answer4 ,the pupil is not sure of what he intends to say4 ,the pupil does not believe what he says4 ,he is in doubt4 ,the pupil does not concentrate4 ,the pupil is careless and lazy4 ,on the ,part of the ,teacher ,the teacher throws out suggestive hints of the answer and the pupil answers in guesses4 ,the teacher's question has not been clearly put4 ,the teacher has not definitely planned the lesson and consequently uses the rising inflection too often4 ,the teacher does not demand definite and clear thought from pupils4 ,the teacher accepts slovenly work4 ,the teacher grows calloused to the sound of the inflection because of its never ceasing recurrence4 ,is it not a lamentable fact that our schools have not given the proper attention to eradicating this common and inexcusable fault8 ,even in business and society the cultured ear is continually annoyed by the common use of this abomination4 ,it is almost unbelievable that1 out of twenty-five teachers recently examined1 but two were able to distinguish the good and bad qualities of their own voices4 ,few teachers have ever given serious thought to their own voices as invaluable instruments in the carrying out of their duties4 ,at one time one of the authors made a careful study of the effect of the teacher's voice upon pupils4 ,he visited the same grade at the same hour on the same day in two different weeks and in two different school-rooms4 ,this is what he found4 ,in the first room the children were extremely nervous1 restless1 unhappy and irritable4 ,in the other room they were quiet1 restful1 obedient and happy4 ,in the first room the teacher used a hard metallic tone1 and usually spoke in quick1 short 8jabs0 of speech4 ,there was little modulation of voice and she seemed to be talking continuously1 for when she was silent her harsh tones seemed to continue reverberating in his ears4 ,in the second room the teacher had splendid poise and a pleasing1 well-modulated and natural tone4 ,her voice as well as her general manner had a soothing effect upon the children1 for1 at the end of the day1 they1 as well as herself1 were not tired4 ,how often we hear people around us say of a public speaker3 ,why doesn't he speak so that people can hear him8 or more clearly and distinctly8 etc4 ,during the training of would-be officers for our speedily required army quite a number were passed as incompetent because their voices were inadequate to give command4 ,only recently one of the authors was present at a high school military drill4 ,the boy in command had a high1 piping voice1 of which he had little control1 and he was openly laughed at by his fellows to his intense mortification and disgust4 ,a good voice1 properly trained and obedient to the will of the personality behind it is an invaluable asset in life to every one4 ,if one does not possess it1 he must gain it1 and to accomplish this theory is of little or no avail4 ,the student must practice diligently and persistently4 ,the following exercises are carefully selected for the purpose of giving power and voice control4 ,exercises in ,inflectional ,agility ,the ,rising1 ,quick1 ,short ,glide ,note3 ,the italicized words are to be given quick1 short1 rising inflection4 ,attention4 ,get on your mark6 get set6 go6 ,company1 halt6 ,get ready1 aim1 fire6 ,hands up6 ,halt6 who goes there8 ,strike one1 strike two2 out6 ,all aboard6 ,good night6 ,sail on6 ,sail on6 and on6 ,o ,james6 come here6 come here6 ,charge1 ,chester1 charge6 ,on1 ,stanley1 on6 ,hats off6 hats off6 ,i say4 ,now's the day and now's the hour6 99 99 99 99 99 8,yo1 ho1 lads6 yo ho1 yo ho6 ,joy1 joy to all1 for we must go1 ,yo ho1 lads6 yo ho1 yo ho60 99 99 99 99 99 8,i love1 ah6 how ,i love to ride ,on the fierce1 foaming1 bursting tide40 99 99 99 99 99 8,to arms6 they come6 the ,greek6 the ,greek60 8,remember ,march1 the ides of ,march remember40 8,give us1 ,o give us1 the man who sings at his work60 99 99 99 99 99 ,the ,counting ,exercise #a1 #b1 #c1 #d1 #e1 #f1 #g1 #h1 #i1 #aj4 #a1 #b1 #c1 #d1 #e1 #f1 #g1 #h1 #i1 #aj4 #a1 #b1 #c1 #d1 #e1 #f1 #g1 #h1 #i1 #aj4 7,this exercise can be carried on indefinitely47 ,indicate the ,inflected ,words in the ,following ,excerpts ,we1 the ,people of the ,united ,states1 in order to form a more perfect ,union1 establish ,justice1 insure domestic ,tranquillity1 provide for the common defense1 promote the general welfare1 and secure the ,blessings of ,liberty to ourselves and our posterity1 do ordain and establish this ,constitution of the ,united ,states of ,america4 99 99 99 99 99 ,reading maketh a full man2 conference1 a ready man2 and writing an exact man4 --,,francis ,,bacon3 8,of ,studies40 99 99 99 99 99 ,he prayeth well who loveth well ,both man1 and bird1 and beast4 --,s4 ,t4 ,,coleridge3 8,ancient ,mariner40 99 99 99 99 99 ,so nigh is grandeur to our dust1 ,so near is ,god to man1 ,when ,duty whispers low1 8,thou must10 ,the youth replies1 8,i can40 --,,ralph ,,waldo ,,emerson4 ,the ,falling1 ,quick1 ,short ,glide ,note3 ,italicized words are given quick and short falling inflections4 ,hold that line1 hold that line1 hold that line hard4 ,good night 7a provincialism1 meaning disgust or hopelessness74 8,hence6 home1 you idle creature2 get you home60 8,i am a ,jew40 8,laughed at my losses1 mocked at my gains1 scorned my nation1 thwarted my bargains1 cooled my friends1 heated mine enemies40 ,indicate the ,inflected ,words in the ,following ,excerpts ,quoth the raven1 8,never more40 ,o death1 where is thy sting6 ,no stir in the air1 no stir in the sea4 ,leave me to my fate4 ,my heart is awed within me4 ,roll on1 thou deep and dark blue ,ocean1 roll6 ,full fathom five thy father lies4 99 99 99 99 99 ,break1 break1 break1 ,at the foot of thy crags1 ,o ,sea6 ,but the tender grace of a day that is dead ,will never come back to me4 --,,tennyson4 99 99 99 99 99 8,the noise that twenty or thirty lions can make1 deliberately bent on making it and roaring all at once1 is unbelievable4 ,they throw their heads up and glory in strength of lungs until thunder takes second place1 and the listener knows why not the bravest1 not the most dangerous of beasts has managed to impose the fable of his grandeur on men's imagination40 --,,talbot ,,mundy1 in 8,the ,ivory ,trail40 99 99 99 99 99 ,we're foot--slog--slog--slog--sloggin' over ,africa6 ,foot--foot--foot--foot--sloggin' over ,africa-- 7,boots--boots--boots--boots--movin' up and down again67 ,there's no discharge in the war6 ,seven--six--eleven--five--nine-an'-twen ty mile to-day-- ,four--eleven--seventeen--thirty-two the day before-- 7,boots--boots--boots--boots--movin' up and down again67 ,there's no discharge in the war6 ,don't--don't--don't--don't--look at what's in front of you 7,boots--boots--boots--boots--movin' up an' down again67 ,men--men--men--men--men go mad with watchin' 'em1 ,an' there's no discharge in the war6 --,,kipling4 ,the ,rising ,long and ,slow ,glide ,note3 ,the italicized words are given a long1 slow1 upward glide4 8,now1 then10 cried ,squeers1 from the bottom of the stairway1 8are you going to sleep all day1 up there80 99 99 99 99 99 ,breathes there a man1 with soul so dead1 ,who never to himself hath said1 8,this is my own1 my native land60 ,whose heart hath ne'er within him burned1 ,as home his footsteps he hath turned ,from wandering on a foreign strand8 ,if such there breathe1 go1 mark him well4 --,,scott4 99 99 99 99 99 ,higher still and higher ,from the earth thou springest ,like a cloud of fire2 ,the blue deep thou wingest ,and singing still dost soar1 and soaring ever singest4 --,,shelley4 99 99 99 99 99 ,sweet are the uses of adversity1 ,which1 like the toad1 ugly and venomous1 ,wears yet a precious jewel in his head2 ,and this our life1 exempt from public haunt1 ,finds tongues in trees1 books in the running brooks1 ,sermons in stones1 and good in every thing4 --,,shakespeare4 ,indicate the ,inflected ,words in the ,following ,excerpts ,there were seen1 side by side1 the greatest painter and the greatest scholar of the age4 ,they must upward still1 and onward1 who would keep abreast of ,truth4 ,he has this day surprised the thousands who hung with rapture on his accents1 by such an array of talents1 such an exhibition of capacity1 such a display of powers1 as are unparalleled in the annals of oratory2 a display that reflects the highest honor on himself--luster upon letters--renown upon parliament--glory upon the country4 --,,burke1 on 8,sheridan40 99 99 99 99 99 ,better to smell the violet cool ,than sip the glowing wine2 ,better to hark a hidden brook ,than watch a diamond shine4 ,better to sit at a master's feet ,than thrill a listening state2 ,better suspect that thou art proud ,than be sure that thou art great4 ,the ,falling ,long and ,slow ,inflection ,note3 ,the italicized words are given a long1 slow1 downward glide3 ,whoever would have thought of that6 ,yes1 it is gone forever and ever4 ,well1 did you ever6 99 99 99 99 99 ,under the one1 the ,blue2 ,under the other1 the ,gray4 99 99 99 99 99 ,no1 sir6 these walls1 these columns ,shall fly ,from their firm base as soon as ,i4 99 99 99 99 99 ,these are the sins ,i fain ,would have thee take away3 ,malice1 and cold disdain1 ,hot anger1 sullen hate1 ,scorn of the lowly1 envy of the great1 ,and discontent that casts a shadow gray ,on all the brightness of the common day4 ,indicate the ,inflected ,words in the ,following ,excerpts ,he bowed his head1 and bent his knee ,upon the monarch's silken stool2 ,his pleading voice arose3 8,o ,lord1 ,be merciful to me1 a fool60 ,break1 break1 break1 ,on thy cold gray stones1 ,o ,sea6 ,and ,i would that my tongue could utter ,the thoughts that arise in me4 ,break1 break1 break1 ,at the foot of thy crags1 ,o ,sea6 ,but the tender grace of a day that is dead ,will never come back to me4 99 99 99 99 99 ,most potent1 grave1 and reverend signiors1 ,my very noble1 and approved good masters1 ,that ,i have ta'en away this old man's daughter1 ,it is most true2 true1 ,i have married her4 99 99 99 99 99 ,he loved his country as no other man has loved her2 but no man deserved less at her hands4 ,tell me not in mournful numbers4 ,i told you so4 ,and you will1 will you8 99 99 99 99 99 ,the ,hills1 ,rock-ribbed1 and ancient as the sun2 the vales ,stretching in pensive quietness between2 ,the venerable woods2 rivers that move ,in majesty1 and the complaining brooks1 ,that make the meadows green2 and1 poured round all1 ,old ocean's gray and melancholy waste1-- ,are but the solemn decorations all ,of the great tomb of man6 444 ,it is ten o'clock3 ,thus may we see how the world wags3 ',tis but an hour ago1 since it was nine2 ,and after an hour more 'twill be eleven2 ,and so from hour to hour we ripe and ripe1 ,and then1 from hour to hour1 we rot and rot1 ,and thereby hangs a tale4 ,our hearts1 our hopes1 are all with thee1 ,our hearts1 our hopes1 our prayers1 our tears1 ,our faith triumphant o'er our fears1 ,are all with thee1--are all with thee6 --,,longfellow4 ,exercises ,containing a ,variety of ,inflections ,let each pupil decide for himself what he believes to be the most effective and proper inflections in the following4 ,in doing this it is well to have him state his reason4 ,this act of reasoning will aid him in concentrating upon the thought matter4 99 99 99 99 99 ,the cold feeble dawn of a ,january morning was stealing in at the windows of the common sleeping room1 when ,nicholas1 raising himself on his arm1 looked among the prostrate forms in search of the boy ,smike4 8,now1 then10 cried ,squeer1 from the bottom of the stairway1 8are you going to sleep all day1 up there80 8,we shall be down directly1 sir40 8,down directly6 ,you had better be down directly1 or ,i'll be down on some of you in less time than directly4 ,where's that ,smike80 ,nicholas looked round again4 8,he is not here1 sir40 8,don't tell me a lie4 ,he is40 8,he is not4 ,don't tell me40 ,squeers bounced into the dormitory1 and1 swinging his cane in the air ready for a blow1 darted into the corner where ,smike usually lay at night4 ,the cane descended harmlessly4 ,there was nobody there4 8,what does this mean8 ,where have you hid him80 8,i have seen nothing of him since last night40 8,come1 you won't save him this way4 ,where is he80 8,at the bottom of the nearest pond for anything ,i know40 --,,charles ,,dickens4 99 99 99 99 99 ,we hold these truths to be self-evident3 that all men are created equal2 that they are endowed by their ,creator with certain inalienable rights2 that among these are life1 liberty1 and the pursuit of happiness4 99 99 99 99 99 ,breathes there a man1 with soul so dead1 ,who never to himself hath said1 8,this is my own1 my native land60 ,whose heart hath ne'er within him burned1 ,as home his footsteps he hath turned ,from wandering on a foreign strand8 ,if such there breathe1 go1 mark him well2 ,for him no ,minstrel-raptures swell2 ,high though his titles1 proud his name1 ,boundless his wealth as wish can claim2 ,despite those titles1 power1 and pelf1 ,the wretch concenter'd all in self1 ,living1 shall forfeit fair renown1 ,and1 doubly dying1 shall go down ,to the vile dust1 from whence he sprung1 ,unwept1 unhonor'd1 and unsung4 --,,scott4 99 99 99 99 99 ,what constitutes a state8 ,not high-raised battlement or labored mound1 ,thick wall or moated gate2 ,not cities proud with spires and turrets crowned2 ,not bays and broad-armed ports1 ,where1 laughing at the storm1 rich navies ride2 ,not starred and spangled courts1 ,where low-browed baseness wafts perfume to pride4 ,no3 men--high-minded men1 ,with powers as far above dull brutes endued ,in forest1 brake1 or den1 ,as beasts excel cold rocks and brambles rude2 ,men1 who their duties know1 ,but know their rights1 and1 knowing1 dare maintain4 --,,sir ,,william ,,jones4 99 99 99 99 99 ,what a piece of work is man6 ,how noble in reason6 ,how infinite in faculties6 ,in form and moving1 how express and admirable6 ,in action1 how like an angel6 ,in apprehension1 how like a god6 --,,shakespeare4 99 99 99 99 99 ,neither a borrower1 nor a lender be2 ,for loan oft loses both itself and friend1 ,and borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry4 ,this above all1--to thine own self be true2 ,and it must follow1 as the night the day1 ,thou canst not then be false to any man4 --,,shakespeare4 99 99 99 99 99 ,there is a tide in the affairs of men1 ,which1 taken at the flood1 leads on to fortune2 ,omitted1 all the voyage of their life ,is bound in shallows1 and in miseries4 ,on such a full sea are we now afloat2 ,and we must take the current when it serves1 ,or lose our ventures4 --,,shakespeare4 99 99 99 99 99 ,all the world's a stage1 ,and all the men and women merely players3 ,they have their exits and their entrances1 ,and one man in his time plays many parts1 ,his acts being seven ages4 ,at first the infant1 ,mewling and puking in the nurse's arms4 ,and then the whining school-boy1 with his satchel ,and shining morning face1 creeping like snail ,unwillingly to school4 ,and then the lover1 ,sighing like furnace1 with a woeful ballad ,made to his mistress's eyebrow4 ,then a soldier1 ,full of strange oaths1 and bearded like the pard1 ,jealous in honor1 sudden and quick in quarrel1 ,seeking the bubble reputation ,even in the cannon's mouth4 ,and then the justice1 ,with eyes severe1 and beard of formal cut1 ,full of wise saws and modern instances2 ,and so he plays his part4 ,the sixth age shifts ,into the lean and slippered pantaloon1 ,with spectacle on nose1 and pouch on side2 ,his youthful hose1 well saved1 a world too wide ,for his shrunk shank2 and his big manly voice1 ,turning again towards childish treble1 pipes ,and whistles in his sound4 ,last scene of all1 ,that ends this strange eventful history1 ,is second childishness1 and mere oblivion1 ,sans teeth1 sans eyes1 sans taste1 sans everything4 --,,shakespeare4 99 99 99 99 99 ,stay1 you that bear the corse1 and set it down4 99 99 99 99 99 ,these are the gifts ,i ask ,of thee1 ,spirit serene3 ,strength for the daily task1 ,courage to face the road1 ,good cheer to help bear the traveler's load1 ,and1 for the hours of rest that come between1 ,an inward joy in all things heard and seen4 --,,van ,,dyke4 99 99 99 99 99 ,these are the things ,i prize ,and hold of dearest worth3 ,light of sapphire skies1 ,peace of the silent hills1 ,shelter of forests1 comfort of the grass1 ,music of birds1 murmur of little rills1 ,shadows of cloud that swiftly pass1 ,and1 after showers1 ,the smell of flowers ,and of the good brown earth1-- ,and best of all1 along the way1 friendship and mirth4 --,,van ,,dyke4 99 99 99 99 99 ,the year's at the spring ,and day's at the morn2 ,morning's at seven2 ,the hillside's dew-pearled2 ,the lark's on the wing2 ,the snail's on the thorn3 ,god's in his heaven-- ,all's right with the world6 --,,browning4 99 99 99 99 99 ,oh1 to be in ,england ,now that ,april's there1 ,and whoever wakes in ,england ,sees1 some morning1 unawares1 ,that the lowest boughs and the brush-wood sheaf ,round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf1 ,while the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough ,in ,england--now6 --,,browning4 99 99 99 99 99 ,day6 ,faster and more fast1 ,o'er night's brim1 day boils at last3 ,boils1 pure gold1 o'er the cloud-cup's brim ,where spurting and suppressed it lay1 ,for not a froth-flake touched the rim ,of yonder gap in the solid gray ,of the eastern cloud1 an hour away2 ,but forth one wavelet1 then another1 curled1 ,till the whole sunrise1 not to be suppressed1 ,rose1 reddened1 and its seething breast ,flickered in bounds1 grew gold1 then overflowed the world4 --,,browning4 99 99 99 99 99 ,oh1 such a commotion under the ground ,when ,march called1 8,ho1 there6 ho60 ,such spreading of rootlets far and wide1 ,such whispering to and fro4 ,and 8,are you ready80 the ,snowdrop asked2 8',tis time to start1 you know40 8,almost1 my dear10 the ,scilla replied2 8,i'll follow as soon as you go40 ,then1 8,ha6 ,ha6 ,ha60 a chorus came ,of laughter soft and low ,from the millions of flowers under the ground-- ,yes--millions--beginning to grow4 --,from 8,nature in ,verse40 ,by kind permission of ,silver1 ,burdett and ,company1 ,publishers4 99 99 99 99 99 ,my good blade carves the casques of men1 ,my tough lance thrusteth sure1 ,my strength is as the strength of ten1 ,because my heart is pure4 ,the shattering trumpet shrilleth high1 ,the hard brands shiver on the steel1 ,the splinter'd spear-shafts crack and fly1 ,the horse and rider reel3 ,they reel1 they roll in clanging lists1 ,and when the tide of combat stands1 ,perfume and flowers fall in showers1 ,that lightly rain from ladies' hands4 --,,tennyson4 99 99 99 99 99 ,such a starved bank of moss till1 that ,may-morn1 ,blue ran the flash across3 violets were born6 ,sky--what a scowl of cloud till1 near and far1 ,ray on ray split the shroud3 splendid1 a star6 ,world--how it walled about life with disgrace ,till ,god's own smile came out3 that was thy face6 --,,browning4 99 99 99 99 99 ,the brooklet came from the mountain1 ,as sang the bard of old1 ,running with feet of silver ,over the sands of gold6 ,far away in the briny ocean ,there rolled a turbulent wave1 ,now singing along the sea-beach1 ,now howling along the cave4 ,and the brooklet has found the billow1 ,though they flowed so far apart1 ,and has filled with its freshness and sweetness ,that turbulent1 bitter heart4 --,,longfellow4 99 99 99 99 99 ,a horse6 ,a horse6 ,my kingdom for a horse6 99 99 99 99 99 ,marcellus4 ,peace1 break thee off2 look1 where it comes again6 ,bernardo4 ,in the same figure1 like the king that's dead4 ,marcellus4 ,thou art a scholar2 speak to it1 ,horatio4 ,bernardo4 ,looks it not like the king8 mark it1 ,horatio4 ,horatio4 ,most like3 it harrows me with fear and wonder4 ,bernardo4 ,it would be spoke to4 ,marcellus4 ,question it1 ,horatio4 ,horatio4 ,what art thou that usurp'st this time of night1 ,together with that fair and warlike form ,in which the majesty of buried ,denmark ,did sometimes march8 by heaven ,i charge thee1 speak6 ,marcellus4 ,it is offended4 ,bernardo4 ,see1 it stalks away6 ,horatio4 ,stay6 speak1 speak6 ,i charge thee1 speak6 ,exit ,ghost4 ,marcellus4 ',tis gone1 and will not answer4 ,bernardo4 ,how now1 ,horatio6 you tremble and look pale3 ,is not this something more than phantasy8 ,what think you on't8 --,,shakespeare4 99 99 99 99 99 ,gloucester4 ,stay1 you that bear the corse1 and set it down4 ,anne4 ,what black magician conjures up this fiend ,to stop devoted charitable deeds8 ,gloucester4 ,villains1 set down the corse2 or1 by ,saint ,paul1 ,i'll make a corse of him that disobeys 444 ,unmannered dog6 stand thou1 when ,i command3 ,advance thy halberd higher than my breast1 ,or1 by ,saint ,paul1 ,i'll strike thee to my foot1 ,and spurn upon thee1 beggar1 for thy boldness4 --,,shakespeare4 99 99 99 99 99 ,brutus4 ,what1 ,lucius6 ho6-- ,i cannot1 by the progress of the stars1 ,give guess how near the day4--,lucius1 ,i say6-- ,i would it were my fault to sleep so soundly4-- ,when1 ,lucius1 when8 ,awake1 ,i say6 ,what1 ,lucius6 ,lucius4 ,call'd you1 my lord8 ,brutus4 ,get me a taper in my study1 ,lucius3 ,when it is lighted1 come and call me here4 ,lucius4 ,i will1 my lord4 --,,shakespeare4 99 99 99 99 99 ,note3 ,the following is good for the direct question and direct answer3 ,question4 ,hold you the watch to-night8 ,answer4 ,we do1 my lord4 ,question4 ,arm'd1 say you8 ,answer4 ,arm'd1 my lord4 ,question4 ,from top to toe8 ,answer4 ,my lord1 from head to foot4 ,question4 ,then saw you not his face8 ,answer4 ,o1 yes1 my lord2 he wore his beaver up4 ,question4 ,what1 look'd he frowningly8 ,answer4 ,a countenance more in sorrow than in anger4 ,question4 ,pale1 or red8 ,answer4 ,nay1 very pale4 ,question4 ,and fix'd his eyes upon you8 ,answer4 ,most constantly 444 ,question4 ,stay'd it long8 ,answer4 ,while one with moderate haste might tell a hundred4444 ,question4 ,his beard was grizzled8 no8 ,answer4 ,it was1 as ,i have seen it in his life1 ,a sable silver'd4 --,,shakespeare 7dialogue between ,hamlet1 ,marcellus and ,bernardo74 99 99 99 99 99 8,yo ho1 my boys60 said ,fezziwig4 8,no more work to-night4 ,christmas ,eve1 ,dick4 ,christmas1 ,ebenezer6 ,let's have the shutters up1 before a man can say ,jack ,robinson60 ,you wouldn't believe how those two fellows went at it6 ,they charged into the street with the shutters--one1 two1 three--had 'em up in their places--four1 five1 six--barred 'em and pinned 'em--seven1 eight1 nine--and came back before you could have got to twelve1 panting like race-horses4 8,hilli-ho60 cried old ,fezziwig1 skipping down from the high desk1 with wonderful agility4 8,clear away1 my lads1 and let's have lots of room here6 ,hilli-ho6 ,dick6 ,chirrup1 ,ebenezer60 --,,dickens4 99 99 99 99 99 ,what1 what1 what8 ill luck1 ill luck8 99 99 99 99 99 ,i thank thee1 good ,tubal6--good news1 good news6 ha1 ha6--,where8 ,in ,genoa8 ,,exercises ,,developing ,,force ,,and ,,rate ,,of ,,speech ,the ,problem ,here is a classification of people who speak peculiarly1 or incorrectly1 as far as voice is concerned1 with exercises for correction4 #a4 ,there are those who speak too fast4 #b4 ,there are those who speak too slow4 #c4 ,there are those who speak too low4 #d4 ,there are those who speak too loud4 #e4 ,there are those who speak too short with no melody of tone4 ,yet all of these may enunciate and pronounce their words well4 ,besides developing distinctness1 we must gain control and adaptability of speech4 ,it is strange1 yet true1 that many speakers never increase the force or volume of their voices when addressing a large assembly4 ,they use the same quiet1 even tone appropriate in addressing a single person4 ,what is the result8 ,they generally bore the audience1 even though their thoughts may be brilliant4 ,there is no excuse for this1 as a few hours' study and practice will change it4 ,above all things one who attempts public speaking must speak so that he can be heard4 ,it is essential1 therefore1 to give ourselves actual practice exercises which demand force of utterance4 ,each student should demand of himself daily oral drill upon certain exercises until he has mastered his own particular difficulty4 ,the best means of accomplishing this is to use material from good literature4 ,in the following pages1 under several heads1 is a variety of splendid exercises for practice4 ,commit all1 or at least a part1 to memory4 ,thus1 while developing your speaking power1 you will be cultivating a taste for the best that our literature affords4 ,to ,develop ,rapid ,speech ,note3 ,in developing rapid speech be careful to retain clearness and precision of utterance4 ,now clear1 pure1 hard1 bright1 and one by one1 like hail-stones1 ,short words fall from his lips fast as the first of a shower1 ,now in two-fold column ,spondee1 ,iamb1 and ,trochee1 ,unbroke1 firm-set1 advance1 retreat1 trampling along1-- ,now with a sprightlier springingness1 bounding in triplicate syllables1 ,dance the elastic ,dactylics in musical cadences on2 ,now their voluminous coil intertangling like huge anacondas1 ,roll overwhelmingly onward the sesquipedalian words4 --,,browning4 7,the above should be rendered in not less than eighteen seconds47 99 99 99 99 99 ,you couldn't pack a ,broadwood half a mile-- ,you mustn't leave a fiddle in the damp-- ,you couldn't raft an organ up the ,nile1 ,and play it in an ,equatorial swamp4 ,i travel with the cooking-pots and pails-- ,i'm sandwiched 'tween the coffee and the pork-- ,and when the dusty column checks and tails1 ,you should hear me spur the rearguard to a walk6 ,with my 8,pilly-willy-winky-winky popp60 7,oh1 it's any tune that comes into my head67 ,so ,i keep 'em moving forward till they drop2 ,so ,i play 'em up to water and to bed4 --,,kipling4 99 99 99 99 99 ,under his spurning feet1 the road1 ,like an arrowy ,alpine river flow'd ,and the landscape sped away behind ,like an ocean flying before the wind2 ,and the steed1 like a bark fed with furnace fire1 ,swept on1 with his wild eye full of ire4 ,but1 lo6 he is nearing his heart's desire2 ,he is snuffing the smoke of the roaring fray1 ,with ,sheridan only five miles away4 --,,read4 99 99 99 99 99 ,boot1 saddle1 to horse1 and away6 ,rescue my castle before the hot day ,brightens to blue from its silvery gray4 ,boot1 saddle1 to horse1 and away6 --,,browning4 99 99 99 99 99 ,a hurry of hoofs in the village street1 ,a shape in the moonlight1 a bulk in the dark1 ,and beneath1 from the pebbles1 in passing1 a spark ,struck out by a steed flying fearless and fleet3 ,that was all6 ,and yet1 through the gloom and the light1 ,the fate of a nation was riding that night2 ,and the spark struck out by that steed1 in his flight1 ,kindled the land into flame with its heat4 --,,longfellow4 99 99 99 99 99 ,so light to the croupe the fair lady he swung1 ,so light to the saddle before her he sprung6-- 8,she is won6 we are gone1 over bank1 bush1 and scaur2 ,they'll have fleet steeds that follow10 quoth young ,lochinvar4 ,there was mounting 'mong ,graemes of the ,netherby clan2 ,forsters1 ,fenwicks1 and ,musgraves1 they rode and they ran3 ,there was racing and chasing1 on ,cannobie ,lee1 ,but the lost bride of ,netherby ne'er did they see4 ,so daring in love1 and so dauntless in war1 ,have ye e'er heard of gallant like young ,lochinvar8 --,,scott4 99 99 99 99 99 ,and out of the houses the rats came tumbling4 ,great rats1 small rats1 lean rats1 brawny rats1 ,brown rats1 black rats1 gray rats1 tawny rats1 ,grave old plodders1 gay young friskers1 ,fathers1 mothers1 uncles1 cousins1 ,cocking tails and pricking whiskers1 ,families by tens and dozens1 ,brothers1 sisters1 husbands1 wives-- ,followed the ,piper for their lives4 ,from street to street he piped advancing1 ,and step for step they followed dancing1 ,until they came to the river ,weser1 ,wherein all plunged and perished6 --,,browning4 99 99 99 99 99 ,to ,develop ,slow ,speech ,far-called1 our navies melt away2 ,on dune and headland sinks the fire3 ,lo1 all the pomp of yesterday ,is one with ,nineveh and ,tyre6 ,judge of the ,nations1 spare us yet1 ,lest we forget--lest we forget6 --,,kipling4 99 99 99 99 99 ,do you know the pile-built village where the sago-dealers trade-- ,do you know the reek of fish and wet bamboo8 ,do you know the steaming stillness of the orchid-scented glade ,when the blazoned1 bird-winged butterflies flap through8 ,it is there that ,i am going with my camphor1 net1 and boxes1 ,to a gentle1 yellow pirate that ,i know-- ,to my little wailing lemurs1 to my palms and flying-foxes1 ,for the ,red ,gods call me out and ,i must go6 ,he must go--go--go away from here6 ,on the other side the world he's overdue6 #8,send the road is clear before you when the ,springfret comes o'er you1 ,and the ,red ,gods call for you6 --,,kipling4 99 99 99 99 99 ,who hath desired the ,sea8--the sight of salt water unbounded-- ,the heave and the halt and the hurl and the crash of the comber wind-hounded8 ,the sleek-barreled swell before storm1 gray1 foamless1 enormous1 and growing-- ,stark calm on the lap of the ,line or the crazy-eyed hurricane blowing-- ,his ,sea in no showing the same--his ,sea and the same 'neath each showing-- ,his ,sea as she slackens or thrills8 ,so and no otherwise--so and no otherwise--hillmen desire their ,hills6 --,,kipling4 99 99 99 99 99 ,slowly the mist o'er the meadow was creeping1 ,bright on the dewy buds glistened the sun1 ,when from his couch1 while his children were sleeping1 ,rose the bold rebel and shouldered his gun4 --,,oliver ,,wendell ,,holmes4 99 99 99 99 99 ,fourscore and seven years ago our fathers brought forth on this continent a new nation1 conceived in liberty1 and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal4 --,,abraham ,,lincoln4 99 99 99 99 99 ,on a quiet autumn morning1 in the land which he loved so well1 and1 as he held1 served so faithfully1 the spirit of ,robert ,edward ,lee left the clay which it had so much ennobled1 and traveled out of this world into the great and mysterious land4 99 99 99 99 99 ,it was roses1 roses1 all the way1 ,with myrtle mixed in my path like mad3 ,the house-roofs seemed to heave and sway1 ,the church-spires flamed1 such flags they had1 ,a year ago on this very day4 --,,browning4 99 99 99 99 99 ,toll for the brave6 ,the brave that are no more6 ,all sunk beneath the wave1 ,fast by their native shore6 --,,william ,,cowper4 99 99 99 99 99 ,break1 break1 break1 ,on thy cold gray stones1 ,o sea6 ,and ,i would that my tongue could utter ,the thoughts that arise in me4 ,break1 break1 break1 ,at the foot of thy crags1 ,o sea6 ,but the tender grace of a day that is dead ,will never come back to me4 --,,tennyson4 99 99 99 99 99 ,toll6 ,toll6 ,toll6 ,toll6 ,all rivers seaward wend4 ,toll6 ,toll6 ,toll6 ,toll6 ,weep for the nation's friend4 ,every home and hall was shrouded1 ,every thoroughfare was still2 ,every brow was darkly clouded1 ,every heart was faint and chill4 444 ,oh6 the inky drop of poison ,in our bitter draught of grief6 ,oh6 the sorrow of a nation ,mourning for its murdered chief6 ,toll6 ,toll6 ,toll6 ,toll6 ,bound is the reaper's sheaf-- ,toll6 ,toll6 ,toll6 ,toll6 ,all mortal life is brief4 ,toll6 ,toll6 ,toll6 ,toll6 ,weep for the nation's chief6 --,,carmichael4 99 99 99 99 99 ,beautiful was the night4 ,behind the black wall of the forest1 ,tipping its summit with silver1 arose the moon4 ,on the river ,fell here and there through the branches a tremulous gleam of the moonlight1 ,like the sweet thoughts of love on a darkened and devious spirit4 --,,longfellow4 ,to ,develop ,loud ,speech ,the great bell swung as ne'er before3 ,it seemed as it would never cease2 ,and every word its ardor flung ,from off its jubilant iron tongue ,was 8,war6 ,war6 ,,war60 --,t4 ,b4 ,,read4 99 99 99 99 99 ,katherine1 ,queen of ,england1 come into the court4 ,where is that infernal boy8 ,as for me and my house1 we will serve the ,lord4 ,a horse6 a horse6 my kingdom for a horse4 ,jove with us1 ,jove with us6 ,forward1 the ,light ,brigade4 ,a light6 ,a light6 ,a light6 ,a light6 99 99 99 99 99 ,the words leapt like a leaping sword3 8,sail on6 sail on6 sail on6 and on60 99 99 99 99 99 ,is the torrent in spate8 ,he must ford or swim4 ,has the rain wrecked the road8 ,he must climb by the cliff4 ,does the tempest cry 8halt08 ,what are tempests to him8 ,the ,service admits not a 8but0 or an 8if40 ,while the breath's in his mouth1 he must bear without fail1 ,in the name of the ,empress1 the ,overland ,mail4 --,,kipling4 99 99 99 99 99 ,ye crags and peaks1 ,i'm with you once again6 ,i hold to you the hands you first beheld1 ,to show they still are free4 ,methinks ,i hear ,a spirit in your echoes answer me1 ,and bid your tenant welcome home again6 ,hail6 ,hail6 ,oh1 sacred forms1 how proud you look6 ,how high you lift your heads into the sky6 ,how huge you are6 how mighty1 and how free6 444 ,ye are the things that tower1 that shine1--whose smile ,makes glad1 whose frown is terrible1 whose forms1 ,robed or unrobed1 do all the impress wear ,of awe divine1 whose subject never kneels ,in mockery1 because it is your boast ,to keep him free6 ,ye guards of liberty1 ,i'm with you once again6 ,i call to you ,with all my voice6 ,i hold my hands to you ,to show they still are free6 --,,knowles 78,william ,tell074 99 99 99 99 99 ,cannon to right of them1 ,cannon to left of them1 ,cannon in front of them ,volleyed and thundered4 --,,tennyson4 99 99 99 99 99 ,hurrah6 the land is safe1 is safe2 it rallies from the shock6 ,ring round1 ring round1 ye merry bells1 till every steeple rock6 ,let trumpets blow and mad drums beat6 let maidens scatter flowers6 ,the sun bursts through the battle smoke6 ,hurrah6 the day is ours6 99 99 99 99 99 ,fight1 gentlemen of ,england6 fight1 bold yeomen6 ,draw1 archers1 draw your arrows to the head3 ,spur your proud horses hard1 and ride in blood2 ,amaze the welkin with your broken staves4 ,a thousand hearts are great within my bosom3 ,advance our standards1 set upon our foes6 ,our ancient word of courage1 fair ,saint ,george1 ,inspire us with the spleen of fiery dragons6 ,upon them6 ,victory sits on our helms4 ,to ,develop ,melody of ,speech ,now1 my co-mates and brothers in exile1 ,hath not old custom made this life more sweet ,than that of painted pomp8 ,are not these woods ,more free from peril than the envious court8 ,here feel we not the penalty of ,adam1 ,the seasons' difference1--as the icy fang ,and churlish chiding of the winter's wind1 ,which1 when it bites and blows upon my body1 ,even till ,i shrink with cold1 ,i smile and say1 8,this is no flattery3 these are counselors ,that feelingly persuade me what ,i am40 ,sweet are the uses of adversity1 ,which1 like the toad1 ugly and venomous1 ,wears yet a precious jewel in his head2 ,and this our life1 exempt from public haunt1 ,finds tongues in trees1 books in the running brooks1 ,sermons in stones1 and good in everything4 --,,shakespeare4 99 99 99 99 99 ,i dip and ,i surge and ,i swing ,in the rip of the racing tide1 ,by the gates of doom ,i sing1 ,on the horns of death ,i ride4 ,a ship-length overside1 ,between the course and the sand1 ,fretted and bound ,i bide ,peril whereof ,i cry4 ,would ,i change with my brother a league inland8 7,shoal6 ',ware shoal67 ,not ,i6 --,,kipling 78,the ,bell ,buoy074 99 99 99 99 99 ,sometimes on lonely mountain-meres ,i find a magic bark2 ,i leap on board3 no helmsman steers3 ,i float till all is dark4 99 99 99 99 99 ,once upon a midnight dreary1 while ,i pondered1 weak and weary1 ,over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore1 ,while ,i nodded1 nearly napping1 suddenly there came a tapping1 ,as of some one gently rapping1 rapping at my chamber door4 8',tis some visitor10 ,i muttered1 8tapping at my chamber door-- ,only this1 and nothing more40 --,,poe4 99 99 99 99 99 ,heigh1 ho6 heigh1 ho6 unto the green holly3 most friendship is feigning1 most loving mere folly3 then1 heigh1 ho6 the holly6 this life is most jolly4 --,,shakespeare4 99 99 99 99 99 ,waken1 lord and ladies gay1 ,on the mountains dawns the day2 ,all the jolly chase is here ,with hawk and horse and hunting-spear2 ,hounds are in their couples yelling1 ,hawks are whistling1 horns are knelling1 ,merrily1 merrily mingle they1 ,waken1 lords and ladies gay4 --,,scott4 99 99 99 99 99 ,and the humming-bird1 that hung ,like a jewel up among ,the tilted honey-suckle-horns1 ,they mesmerized1 and swung ,in the palpitating air1 ,drowsed with odors strange and rare1 ,and1 with whispered laughter1 slipped away1 ,and left him hanging there4 444 ,by the brook with mossy brink ,where the cattle came to drink1 ,they thrilled and piped and whistled ,with the thrush and bobolink1 ,till the kine1 in listless pause1 ,switched their tails in mute applause1 ,with lifted heads1 and dreamy eyes1 ,and bubble-dripping jaws4 --,,riley4 99 99 99 99 99 ,it was a lover and his lass ,with a hey and a ho1 and a hey nonino6 ,that o'er the green cornfield did pass ,in the spring-time1 the only pretty ring-time1 ,when birds do sing hey ding a ding3 ,sweet lovers love the ,spring4 --,,shakespeare4 99 99 99 99 99 ,the little bird sits at his door in the sun1 ,atilt like a blossom among the leaves1 ,and lets his illumined being o'er-run ,with the deluge of summer it receives4 --,,lowell4 99 99 99 99 99 ,o wonderful6 ,how liquid clear ,the molten gold of that ethereal tone1 ,floating and falling through the wood alone1 ,a hermit-hymn poured out for ,god to hear6 --,,van ,,dyke4 99 99 99 99 99 ,across the narrow beach we flit1 ,one little sandpiper and ,i2 ,and fast ,i gather1 bit by bit1 ,the scattered driftwood1 bleached and dry4 ,the wild waves reach their hands for it1 ,the wild wind raves1 the tide runs high1 ,as up and down the beach we flit1 ,one little sandpiper and ,i4 --,,celia ,,thaxter4 99 99 99 99 99 ,if all the skies were sunshine1 ,our faces would be fain ,to feel once more upon them ,the cooling plash of rain4 ,if all the world were music1 ,our hearts would often long ,for one sweet strain of silence1 ,to break the endless song4 ,if life were always merry1 ,our souls would seek relief1 ,and rest from weary laughter ,in the quiet arms of grief4 --,,van ,,dyke4 99 99 99 99 99 ,when ,may bedecks the naked trees ,with tassels and embroideries1 ,and many blue-eyed violets beam ,along the edges of the stream1 ,i hear a voice that seems to say1 ,now near at hand1 now far away1 8,witchery--witchery--witchery40 --,,van ,,dyke4 99 99 99 99 99 ,oh1 the throb of the screw and the beat of the screw ,and the swinging of the ship as she finds the sea4 ,oh1 the haze of the land as it sinks from view1 ,the land that is dear since it harbors you4 99 99 99 99 99 ,up the airy mountain1 ,down the rushy glen1 ,we daren't go a-hunting ,for fear of little men4 ,wee folks1 good folks1 ,trooping all together1 ,green jacket1 red cap1 ,and white owl's feather6 99 99 99 99 99 ,who would be ,a mermaid fair1 ,singing alone1 ,combing her hair ,under the sea1 ,in a golden curl ,with a comb of pearl1 ,on a throne8 ,i would be a mermaid fair2 ,i would sing to myself the whole of the day2 ,with a comb of pearl ,i would comb my hair2 ,and still as ,i comb'd ,i would sing and say1 8,who is it loves me8 who loves not me80 ,i would comb my hair till my ringlets would fall ,low adown1 low adown1 ,from under my starry sea-bud crown ,low adown and around1 ,and ,i should look like a fountain of gold ,springing alone ,with a shrill inner sound1 ,over the throne ,in the midst of the hall2 ,till that great sea-snake under the sea ,from his coiled sleep in the central deeps ,would slowly trail himself sevenfold ,round the hall where ,i sate1 and look in at the gate ,with his large calm eyes for the love of me4 ,and all the mermen under the sea ,would feel their immortality ,die in their hearts for the love of me4 ,who would be ,a merman bold1 ,sitting alone1 ,singing alone ,under the sea1 ,with a crown of gold1 ,on a throne8 ,i would be a merman bold1 ,i would sit and sing the whole of the day2 ,i would fill the sea-halls with a voice of power2 ,but at night ,i would roam abroad and play ,with the mermaids in and out of the rocks1 ,dressing their hair with the white sea-flower2 ,and holding them back by their flowing locks4 ,i would kiss them often under the sea1 ,and kiss them again till they kissed me ,laughingly1 laughingly2 ,and then we would away1 away ,to the pale-green sea-groves straight and high1 ,chasing each other merrily4 --,,tennyson4 ,,chapter ,,vii ,,correction ,,of ,,speech ,,defects ,in addition to the ordinary faults and failings in speech possessed by many in common1 there are the special and specific defects1 such as stammering1 stuttering1 lisping1 and the like4 ,every defective is to be pitied1 as many professions and occupations are of such a nature as practically to bar men and women who cannot speak well4 ,there are the social and ethical handicaps1 also1 to be considered1 as well as that of economics4 ,the defective speech of a child renders him the butt of his playmates' rude and often brutal jokes4 ,the sensitive is thus driven away from society4 ,he becomes a solitary and not infrequently his life is ruined4 ,speaking of the stutterer1 one who is not afflicted by this disease 7for so authorities have determined it to be71 cannot realize what a terrible life he lives4 ,dr4 ,scripture1 of ,columbia ,university1 ,new ,york ,city1 who is one of the greatest authorities on this subject1 says3 8,one boy often threw himself on the floor1 begging his mother to tell him how to die4 ,another boy asked for a letter to his father1 telling him to keep the other children from laughing at him4 ,many stutterers become so sensitive that they imagine everybody is constantly making fun of them4 ,the life of a stutterer is usually so full of sorrow that it can hardly be said to be worth living40#c ,the speech delinquent is shy1 timid1 super-sensitive1 constantly harboring the thought that people are laughing at him4 ,he gradually shuns society1 lives unto himself1 and in many instances becomes morally depraved4 ,he contracts a morbid outlook upon life in general1 and often is driven to criminality4 ,this statement is no exaggeration4 ,the ,board of ,education in ,new ,york ,city1 after thorough investigation1 found that 8one school child in four suffers from speech defect10 and that 8among boy criminals1 nine in ten suffer from the same malady40 ,in the ,grand ,rapids schools classes for the sole purpose of correcting speech defects were organized4 ,the mechanical arrangement was as follows3 ,twelve classes were arranged for in five different schools with a half hour a day for each class4 ,the children were grouped according to age1 kind of defect1 etc41 and a teacher with special training for the correction of speech was sent from school to school to give the instruction4 ,our plans for this year 7#aiah7 are practically the same as for last excepting that we have more special teachers and will be able to reach a greater number of schools and give more time to individual cases4444 ,during the school year of #aiaf-ag1 we had under instruction #ajg children and obtained the following results3 ,normal ,almost ,normal ,improved ,total ,stuttering #h #aj #ah #cf ,organic ,lisping #ab #d #c #ai ,negligent ,lisping #bd #e #bi ,neurotic ,lisping #c #d #e #ab ,nasality #c #c ,miscellaneous #c #a #d ,indistinct #b #a #a #d --- --- --- --- #ee #be #bg #ajg ,this year we will have under instruction of our special teachers about #bej children1 and in addition to this we hope to work for correction and prevention of speech-defects in general by giving instruction in voice culture and corrective phonetics to all of the children of the primary grades4 ,this work will be done by the grade teachers under the supervision of the speech department4#d ,,the ,,problem ,a person with a slight impediment in his speech1 due probably to some minor organic disorder1 could be much helped by the average teacher1 if the latter would give this subject of speech serious consideration4 ,of course there are cases where1 from birth1 the child's speech organs have been impaired1 and again1 disease or some surgical operation may have caused interference with their proper functioning4 ,in such cases as these a speech specialist is needed and often medical aid as well4 ,we do not presume to suggest with any degree of authority just what to do and what not to do in such extremities1 but rather to present a few fundamental and tried principles which have proved successful in many cases4 ,there are two classes whose speech defects are due to some mental cause--the ,stammerers and the ,stutterers4 ,,characteristics ,,of ,,the ,,stammerer ,the stammerer finds it extremely difficult to begin to make any audible vocal sound4 ,he stares blankly at you with a very slight1 if any1 suggestion that he is trying to speak4 ,for the time being he is a mute1 with no power to speak1 and yet with every means of speaking4 ,this is a pitiful condition in which to be4 ,the next stage finds the stammerer able1 after a snapping of his fingers1 or bending of his knees1 or lifting up of a foot1 or swinging his arms1 or after some similar bodily action1 to speak along smoothly with no suggestion of an impediment for a considerable period of time1 after which he again lapses into silence4 ,the following characteristics are common to most stammerers3 #a4 ,he is inclined to speak too fast when started4 #b4 ,he has no control over his breathing4 #c4 ,he often endeavors to speak during inhalation instead of during exhalation4 #d4 ,he is extremely sensitive1 always fearing that he is making a mistake4 #e4 ,his face usually carries an expression of bitter sorrow and despair4 #f4 ,he is usually intensely grateful to any one for a kind word of help4 #g4 ,he tries with the utmost skill to conceal his defect4 #h4 ,he is usually weak physically4 #i4 ,he is usually of a nervous temperament4 #aj4 ,he usually possesses splendid courage and high ideals1 which too often are destroyed because he cannot accomplish them with this weight of halting speech about his neck4 ,,the ,,stutterer ,the stutterer1 unlike the stammerer1 is able to make an audible sound at will4 ,his difficulty lies in his inability to say more than one sound until he has repeated the initial sound from six to fifteen times4 ,it seems that he must get up a certain amount of speech momentum3 8,b-b-b-bring me th-th-th-that b-b-b-book40 ,or1 8,w-w-w-well1 ,i think it is a v-v-v-very fine day40 ,in a large measure the causes of stuttering and stammering are identical4 ,stammering is stuttering in the superlative degree4 ,what is true of the stammerer is also true of the stutterer1 with the exception that the stutterer is less melancholy1 and less conscious of his defect4 ,for both1 or either1 practice in simple exercises is very necessary1 but before specific training is given1 the defective should be interviewed concerning his health4 ,if a boy or girl is not given sufficient food and proper food 7and such is often the case71 there is small chance for speech improvement4 ,oftentimes it is found that these speech delinquents are playing too hard and wasting the nervous energy which should be utilized in mastering their vocal impediment4 ,the most successful way of handling these problems is to have the defectives placed in separate classes according to their particular needs and ages4 ,then get a physician's diagnosis of each individual case4 ,this diagnosis generally gives the special teacher the knowledge necessary for intelligent correction4 ,the teacher must be patient1 gentle1 sympathetic and yet determined4 ,she herself must possess ease and real enjoyment in speaking4 ,practice ,exercises #a4 ,speech defectives must first learn how to relax4 ,they should spend at least ten minutes daily at home lying flat on their backs concentrating the mind on separate parts until the whole body is completely relaxed4 ,this relaxation exercise can and should be carried on daily4 ,at school1 a similar though modified exercise should be attempted4 #b4 ,they must master diaphragmatic breathing4 ,this exercise should follow the relaxation exercise1 for the best results are obtained while lying on the back2 the next best while sitting erect4 7a7 ,inhale slowly1 filling lower lobes of lungs first1 and then the upper part of chest4 ,while doing this count ten mentally2 exhale1 counting ten mentally4 ,repeat five times4 7b7 ,inhale ten counts again1 hold breath five counts1 exhale ten counts4 ,repeat five times4 7c7 ,inhale slightly1 then purse lips to impede the air as it passes out2 now give one short puff with spasmodic contraction of abdomen4 ,repeat five times1 inhaling slightly before each puff4 7d7 ,inhale deeply1 then give one long puff with continuous contraction of the abdomen4 ,repeat five times1 inhaling deeply before each puff4 #c4 ,tone production should follow breathing exercises4 7a7 ,count orally #a-a-a-a-a with spasmodic abdominal contraction4 ,repeat five times4 ,be sure that breath is taken in after each count4 7b7 ,count orally #a-a-a-a-a with continuous abdominal contraction4 ,repeat five times4 7c7 ,inhale deeply and count orally #a to #aj1 stressing every other count4 ,some students cannot do this unless the teacher keeps time with ruler as a baton1 striking some object4 ,others can only do this by walking slowly1 repeating a count on every other footfall4 ,repeat five times4 7d7 ,select a lyric with marked rhythm and read in concert in sing-song style4 ,repeat each stanza five times1 giving marked pulsation to each accented syllable4 ,tennyson's 8,song of the ,brook0 is especially good for this purpose4 7e7 ,take a simple prose selection and mark it off in thought groups1 and then read slowly and measuredly in concert1 giving a fairly long pause between each group4 ,hamlet's 8,instructions to the ,players10 and ,lincoln's 8,gettysburg ,address0 are splendid for such work4 ,when the defective has learned to speak fluently memorized work1 then he should be taught confidence in simple conversational exercises4 ,this work should be1 so far as possible1 voluntary on the part of the pupil4 ,let the class form a circle1 each one sitting with a sense of ease and relaxation and then1 as they are inclined1 take part in conversing on some simple1 interesting topic4 ,some will have to be urged to participate while others find great delight in such work4 ,in regard to training in enunciation1 this work has been found to be more successful when given late in the development of the defective4 ,after he has gained confidence in speech ability and cultivated1 to some degree1 real enjoyment in voice production1 he is better prepared to consider this more or less purely technical training4 ,in very extreme cases1 however1 it will be found necessary to begin speech instruction with him as you would teach a child4 ,such students must be taught the proper control of lips1 tongue and jaw1 as though they had never learned speech at all4 ,experts who have devoted a lifetime to the study of speech evils and their remedy find a large variety of causes for them1 as well as immense diversity in manifestation4 ,one may seem to be born with a tendency to stammering1 stuttering or lisping2 another can trace the habit to a fright1 to imitation1 to some exhaustive disease1 to nervous timidity1 to self-consciousness4 ,but whatever the cause1 or however the evil manifests itself1 it is a living nightmare1 a dreadful1 ever-present burden to its victim4 ,hence parents and teachers should seriously endeavor to correct the habit as speedily as it is discovered4 ,for if it be long-continued it is almost sure to produce shyness1 timidity1 lack of necessary self-reliance1 even moroseness1 sullenness and other consequences of perpetual unhappiness4 ,at the outset let it be understood clearly that all harshness1 unkindness1 or severity of treatment in word or deed1 adds to the evil and renders it more difficult of eradication4 ,the victim of the habit is to be sympathized with1 and lovingly encouraged4 ,yet promptness1 firmness and persistency are essential in the production of a cure4 ,the following suggestions should be put into practice1 but seldom or never in the presence of strangers1 or at any time when they would heighten the sufferer's embarrassment4 ,they must also be followed with happy cheerfulness4 #a4 ,when a victim of one of these habits begins to stammer or stutter1 stop him immediately1 and say pleasantly but firmly and crisply1 8,stop60 ,then command3 8,take a deep breath6 ,now hold it6 ,now think of what you want to say--each word60 ,then allow the stutterer to let out his breath2 then inhale again deeply1 and begin his speech4 ,if he fails1 see that he begins again4 ,practice this as often as you can4 ,exercises can also be made up1 following the same procedure1 that will be of incalculable benefit1 as1 for instance1 taking a deep breath1 then repeating as much of the alphabet as is possible before breathing again4 #b4 ,cultivate slowness of speech4 ,insist upon words being spoken slowly1 with great distinctness and clearness of articulation4 ,the moment stuttering begins1 issue the commands3 8,stop6 ,deep breath2 think2 breathe out1 breathe in2 now60 ,let the teacher say his words very slowly and constantly encourage the pupil to do the same4 #c4 ,cultivate the habit of rapid thinking4 ,this can be done by a series of exercises played as games if necessary4 ,for instance3 8,the ,game of ,names40 ,the teacher says1 8,flower60 ,the pupil replies1 8,rose40 ,if the teacher has a list ready he can call out his names as quickly as possible1 such as1 ,animal1 ,tree1 ,water1 ,bird1 ,dog1 etc41 while the pupil responds1 ,horse1 ,oak1 ,river1 ,sparrow1 ,bulldog1 etc4 ,the interest can be increased by repeating a generic term1 requiring a different species for answer4 ,flower1 ,animal1 ,tree1 ,water1 etc41 can have a score or more of different answers4 ,another exercise in prompt thinking is that of 8,association of ,ideas40 ,the teacher gives out a name--whatever occurs to him--as1 for instance1 8,tree40 ,the pupil immediately responds1 8,leaves40 ,then the teacher may add1 8,autumn10 and the pupil1 8,poetry10 and so on4 ,or the associations may all be required from the pupil4 ,the words used as starters should be carefully chosen1 of course1 to meet the mental condition of the pupil2 such words as ,baby1 ,doll1 ,mamma1 ,bed1 ,house1 etc41 being good for children of tender years4 ,another excellent exercise is that of 8,contrasts or ,differences10 where the teacher says1 8,boy10 and the pupil responds1 8,girl40 8,black0 calls forth 8white10 8heavy0 is responded to by 8light10 etc4 ,equally good is 8,finishing ,quotations0 or 8lines0--provided1 of course1 the pupil is old enough for such a mental exercise4 ,for instance1 the teacher says1 8,everything is not gold10 while the pupil should respond1 8,that glitters40 8,my country10 would bring out 8',tis of thee10 or 8,right or wrong40 ,anything that quickens the intellect and demands ready response is of material help1 but the teacher must not forget that1 in this mental-promptness exercise1 slow and deliberate speech also are essential on his part and that of the pupil4 #d4 ,whenever it is found that a pupil stammers or stutters over a word beginning with a consonant1 as1 for instance1 8bread10 require him to drop out the initial letter and say 8read10 or even 8ead40 ,such words as pie1 ,tommy1 tub1 butter1 top1 bank1 tumble1 tell1 nut1 lap1 can be used4 ,let him say1 8ie10 8ommy10 8ub10 etc4 ,then when he is sure of this part of the word1 let him1 after taking a deep breath1 try the full word1 saying it again1 but always slowly and distinctly4 #e4 ,teach the pupil to sing his sentences4 ,begin with some simple salutation1 as1 8,where are you going80 and let it be sung to the notes3 ,illustration3 ,where are you going8 ,i'm go-ing home4 ,then let a response be sung reversing the music1 8,i'm going home40 8,how do you do80 8,where are your father and your mother80 8,how far is it to the market80 are sentences that can be sung4 ,the teacher should invent his own music and words1 but insist upon slow1 deliberate utterances of tone and word4 ,this is a wonderful help in certain kinds of cases4 #f4 ,there are certain simple exercises or calisthenics that materially aid in strengthening the muscles of the head1 neck1 throat1 jaw1 etc4 ,the teacher can utilize these according to his best judgment4 ,any book of calisthenic or physical exercises will suggest those most useful4 #g4 ,but above all1 in seeking a cure of these distressing evils1 use the psychical or spiritual remedy4 ,give the pupil confidence that ,god never intended him to be cursed by a stammering1 stuttering1 or lisping tongue4 ,he is the child of an ,infinite and ,loving ,father4 ,all good is his1 if he will learn how to take it4 ,urge him to restful1 trustful reliance upon the tender help of the ,great ,power outside of himself1 in conjunction with the efforts you and he together are making to effect a cure4 ,to the teacher who needs thorough preparation upon this subject we can commend heartily ,dr4 ,e4 ,w4 ,scripture's book 8,stuttering and ,lisping10 published by the ,macmillan ,company1 ,new ,york4 ,,chapter ,,viii ,,enunciation ,,and ,,pronunciation ,the study of the subject of enunciation should come comparatively late in the development of the pupil1 say1 beginning with the fifth grade4 ,there are other fundamentals that the pupil should be well grounded in before any definite concentration of effort should be put upon enunciation4 ,the majority of children and adults are backward in mastering the art of correct speaking1 therefore1 if the teacher begins by expecting the pupil to be accurate in enunciation1 which is really one of the finishing touches1 he is in danger of deadening forever the desire for self-expression and enjoyment in speaking4 ,pronunciation should precede any drill in enunciation4 ,the pupil is quick to grasp correctness in right pronunciation1 and desires it fully1 but he cares little for enunciation4 ,most pupils will shy just a little when you tell them that the proper way to pronounce1 or rather to enunciate the word education is ed-u-ca-tion and not ed-ji-ca-tion4 ,or1 take the vowel 7a7 as in ask1 which should be pronounced 774 ,invariably the untutored will give the vowel the extreme flat sound of 77 as in ht1 and will think that he is affected if he give it the proper soft1 broad sound4 ,he will likely think this even if you compromise with the sounds4 ,so our policy has been to forego acute criticism in enunciation until the student has acquired considerable momentum in speech-desire4 ,in other words1 we are more interested1 during his early studies1 that he develop and cultivate the desire and will to express1 than that he express himself accurately4 ,then1 later1 we gradually call his attention to his slovenly speech4 ,above all things let us beware of quenching the sacred fire of spontaneity1 for without that all speech loses its charm and power4 ,is it not better that the student be stimulated to speech action1 even though it be imperfect in some--even in many--respects1 than that he be conscious of all his defects and never speak at all8 ,clearness and precision in enunciation and pronunciation mark the genuineness and strength of one's character4 ,even the brightest person1 if he mispronounce his words1 is accused of mediocrity and is suspected of being unaccustomed to the society of refined and cultured people4 ,there should be daily systematic drill in childhood when correct speech habits are most quickly and firmly established4 ,another great advantage of early training is that this is the period when the student is least self-conscious4 ,there are three essentials for clear and exact enunciation and pronunciation3 ,first1 an acute ear2 second1 diligent practice2 and third1 constant vigilance4 ,these three essentials should be kept constantly in mind in carrying out the following exercises4 ,we should first see that the student's ear can detect the correct1 pure resonances1 and then pursue vigorous practice in them4 ,at first this kind of exercise is tedious and irksome1 but with accomplishment comes keen pleasure4 ,let us begin with the vowel sounds4 ,for the word exercises we shall take words often mispronounced as well as poorly enunciated4 ,thus we shall be doing two important things3 cultivating the ear1 and improving word production4 ,,exercise ,,one ,the vowels are either long1 short1 or diphthongal4 ,the resonances of the long vowels begin at the back1 passing through the middle1 to the front of the mouth4 ,thus3 ,illustration ,the above represents the approximate and relative openings of the mouth in long vowels4 ,you notice the mouth aperture is narrow at the back1 wide in the middle and narrow again at the front4 ,for practice ,,aw and ,,ah and ,,oo are the most valuable because the two chief difficulties of the student are2 first1 to open his mouth wide enough1 and second1 to keep his speech forward on the lips4 ,usually his speech is throaty4 ,practice the following in concert and individually in order to secure freedom in controlling the mouth3 #a4 ,repeat ,e ,a ,,aw ,,ah ,o ,,oo consecutively on the same pitch4 #b4 ,change the pitch and repeat on each note of the scale4 #c4 ,give a decided rising inflection to each vowel sound4 #d4 ,give a decided falling inflection to each vowel sound4 #e4 ,give a decided circumflex inflection to each vowel sound4 #f4 ,blend them altogether by the straight inflection in a singing tone4 #g4 ,laugh them ,he ,he ,he ,he1 ,ha ,ha ,ha ,ha1 ,haw ,haw ,haw ,haw1 ,hah ,hah ,hah ,hah1 ,ho ,ho ,ho ,ho1 ,hoo ,hoo ,hoo ,hoo4 ,,exercise ,,two ,in pronunciation there is a right and a wrong way4 ,some people are so desirous of appearing exact in this matter that they often introduce superfluous sounds4 ,for example1 such persons pronounce evil--vl1 instead of vl2 towards--t-wrdz instead of t-erdz4 ,this habit of introducing an extra sound that is unnecessary reflects upon the learning of the individual quite as much as the neglecting of a sound that is necessary4 ,let us not attempt to foster extravagant niceties of speech1 but let us cultivate in ourselves and our pupils an appreciation of1 and a desire for1 pure1 substantial1 and impressively spoken ,english1 showing them that the real beauty of our language lies in its simplicity and its inherent1 convincing power4 ,,exercises ,,in ,,enunciation ,,and ,,pronunciation ,take up the exercises below in the following manner3 ,first1 discover the correct position of tongue1 lips and jaw for producing the particular sound under consideration4 ,second1 repeat the sound many times4 ,see that you use your organs of speech properly in regard to the positions indicated at the beginning of each vowel exercise4 ,after the repetition of each sound1 let lips1 tongue and jaw relax to normal position4 ,third1 in repeating the words be sure the ictus or vocal stroke is properly and decidedly placed4 ,the main purpose is to develop pure vowel resonance1 but inflectional freedom may be cultivated at the same time1 if great care is taken not to interfere with the correct vocal positions of tongue1 lips and jaw4 ,beware of a tendency in this direction4 7,see discussion of ,inflection in another part of this book47 ,,key ,,to ,,pronunciation ,in showing the correct pronunciation of words in the following exercises1 the simplest method has been adopted4 ,the words are rewritten with a set of letters which have invariably the same sound and are familiar to everyone4 ,webster's ,new ,international ,dictionary and ,phyfe's ,words ,often ,mispronounced are the principal authorities consulted4 ,the authors are greatly indebted to these works for help in determining correct pronunciation4 ,the following table gives the diacritical marks used in the following pages3 fde fr sk a hall hre ht 4a pref4ace a 7no mark7 final ve 4e d4epend bt hr e recent glde 4i 4idea t g 4o 4obey absrb ht ble 4u 4unite srge bt oo ooze oo book ,transcriber's ,note3 4a etc were printed as the letter with a macron above and a dot above that4 ,these particular diacriticals are not used on any of the following pages1 so the decision was taken not to attempt to represent them in any other way1 because there are no corresponding precomposed characters in ,unicode and font support for combining marks is often poor4 ,the ,vowel ,sound as in 8,awe0 ,note3 ,tongue sags low and should not move2 contact#e is just a little over half way back of the middle of the mouth2 mouth wide2 lips well rounded4 alder--alder1 not lder4 almost--almost1 not almust4 also--also1 not lso4 always--alwz1 not alwuz4 auction--akshun1 not kshun4 audience--ad-ens1 not jens4 cauliflower--kali-flow-er1 not kli-flour4 caldron--kaldrun1 not kdrun4 ,chaucer--,chauser1 not ,chwser4 ,chicago--,shi-cag1 not ,shi-kg4 cornet--krnet1 not kr-net4 exorbitant--egz-rbi-tant4 falcon--fkn1 not flkun4 for--fr1 not fur4 ordeal--rdl1 not r-dl4 ordinary--rdn--r4 ,the ,vowel ,sound as in 8,star0 ,note3 ,tongue sags and is widened2 contact is low and in center2 mouth open wide2 lips relaxed almost normally4 arctic--rktk1 not rtk4 arduous--rd-s4 armistice--rms-ts1 not r-msts4 bazar--ba-zr4 encore--n-kor1 not nkor4 en route--n root1 not n rout4 far--fr1 not fr4 father--fthr4 soprano--s-prn1 not s-prn4 staunch--stnch1 not stnch4 taunt--tnt1 not tnt4 tzar--zr4 tarlatan--trla-tan1 not tarltan4 ,parsifal--prsif-l4 partisan--prti-zn4 particularly--pr-tiky-lr-l4 ,the ,vowel ,sound as in 8,ask0 ,note3 ,tongue sags and is a trifle narrower than the above resonance in 2 mouth open wide2 lips relaxed4 asked--skt1 not skt1 nor st4 aversion---vrshun1 not a-verzhun4 bass 7fish7--bs1 not bs4 bath--bth1 not bth4 chant--chnt1 not chnt4 contrast 7vb47--kon-trst1 not kontrst4 draft--drft1 not drft4 draught--drft1 not drft4 glass--gls1 not gls4 grant--grnt1 not grnt4 grasp--grsp1 not grsp4 mast--mst1 not mst4 isinglass--zng-glss1 not -zngls4 pianist--pi-nst1 not pea-nist4 aft--ft1 not ft4 casket--ksket1 not ksket4 ,the ,vowel ,sound as in 8,can0 ,note3 ,tongue sags and widens2 contact is front2 mouth open moderately wide4 accept--k-spt1 not k-sept4 accurate--kk-rat1 not kkr-t4 algebra--lje-bra1 not lje-br4 ally--l-li1 not lli 7n7 and 7vb74 and--nd1 not n1 nor nd4 bade--bd1 not bde4 calcium--kls-m1 not klsh-m4 camera--kme-ra4 canyon--knyun4 catchup--kchup1 not kchup4 chasm--kzm1 not kzum4 exact--egz-kt1 not eks-kt4 flannel--flnnl1 not flnnn4 harass--hrs1 not har-rs4 maritime--mr-tm1 not mr-tm4 olfactory--l-fkt-r1 not l-fktr4 ,the ,vowel ,sound as in 8,fade0 ,note3 ,this is a diphthongal or double sound beginning on arch of tongue in middle of mouth and moving forward to just back of upper front teeth2 mouth is open wide for first resonance but narrows for second4 aeronaut--r--nat4 amiable--m-a-bl4 apparatus--p-pa-rts1 not p-pa-rtus4 apricot--pr-ct1 not pr-ct4 chaos--ks4 ,danish--dnsh1 not dnsh4 data--dta1 not dta4 disgrace--ds-grs4 heinous--hns1 not hns4 naked--nkd1 not nkd4 acorn--krn1 not krn4 patriotic--ptr-t-k1 not ptr-t-k4 plague--plg1 not plg4 slake--slk1 not slk4 wary--wr1 not wri4 ignoramus--g-n-rms1 not g-n-rms4 ,the ,vowel ,sound as in 8,led0 ,note3 ,tongue arched2 contact at top of arch2 mouth moderately open2 lips relaxed4 access--kss1 or k-ss4 address--7n7 and 7vb7 ad-drs4 cemetery--sm-tr-1 not sm-tr4 centennial--sn-tnn-al4 equipage--kw-pj1 not -kwpj4 equitable--kw-ta-bl1 no -kwta-bl4 every--vr-1 not vr4 evident--v-dnt1 not v-dnt4 excellent--ksl-nt1 not kslnt4 preface--7n7 and 7vb7 prfs4 legislature--ljs-lt-yr4 exit--ksit1 not gzit4 exist--gz-st1 not ksst4 irreparable--r-rpa-ra-ble1 not r-r-pra-bl4 generally--jnr-al-4 instead--n-std1 not n-std4 ,the ,vowel ,sound as in 8,we0 ,note3 ,tongue arched to upper forward position2 mouth aperture narrow4 ,this is a single vowel resonance4 adhesive--d-hsv1 not d-hzv4 aerial---r-al4 appreciate--ap-prsh-t1 not ap-prs-t4 esprit--es-pr4 evil--vl1 not vl4 fealty--fal-t4 fetish--ftish4 genii--jn-4 grievous--grvs1 not grv-s4 guarantee--gr-n-t4 ideal---dal1 not dl4 immediately--im-md-at-l4 remediable--re-md-a-bl4 tedious--td-us1 or tdyus4 dbris--d-br4 hysteria--hs-tr-a1 not hs-trr-a4 ,the ,vowel ,sound as in 8,creed0 ,note3 ,the tongue is arched upward2 tip at base of lower front teeth4 ,this is a double sound4 ,the mouth has a tendency to narrow on the second resonance4 believe--b-lv1 not blv4 cleanly--7adv7 klnl4 congenial--kon-jnyal1 not kon-jnn-al4 evening--vn-ng1 or vnng4 grease--7n7--grs4 grease--7vb7--grz1 or grs4 idea---da1 not d-a4 sleek--slk1 not slk4 ,the ,vowel ,sound as in 8,glide0 ,note3 ,this is a double sound4 ,open mouth on first resonance with contact low and middle1 but narrower aperture on second with contact high and front4 ,tongue is moderately low on first resonance and then arches and widens on second4 bicycle--bsk-l1 not b-skl4 blithe--blth 7th is sub-vocal74 decisive--d-ssv1 not d-szv4 defile--7n7 d-fl1 not dfl4 defile--7vb7 defl4 demise--de-mz1 not de-mez4 demoniacal--dem-o-nak-al1 not de-mon-ak-al4 derisive--de-rsiv1 not deri-siv4 device--d-vs4 devise--d-vz4 enquiry--n-kwr1 not nkwr-4 horizon--h-rzn4 incisive--n-ssv4 incisor--n-szr4 indictment--n-dtmnt1 not n-dkment4 acclimate--k-klmt1 not kklm-t4 ,the ,vowel ,sound as in 8,it0 ,note3 ,tongue arched forward high2 tip behind lower front teeth2 mouth open wide2 contact high and forward4 bivouac--bvwk4 breeches--brchz4 bristle--brs-l1 not brstl4 chivalrous--shval-rs4 civil--svl1 not svl4 commiserate--km-mzer-t1 not km-msr-t4 conflict--7vb7 kn-flkt2 7n7 knflkt4 considerable--kn-sdr-a-bl1 not kn-sdra-bl4 delivery--d-lvr-1 not d-lvr4 grisly--grzl1 not grsl4 gristly--grsl1 not grzl4 infinite--nfn-t1 not n-fnt4 itinerary---tnr-a-r4 licorice--lk-rs1 not lkrsh4 mischievous--msch-vs1 not ms-chvs4 sinister--sns-tr1 not s-nstr4 ,the ,vowel ,sound as in 8,on0 ,note3 ,tongue sags2 mouth moderately open2 lips rounded2 contact low and back of center4 accost--k-kst1 not k-kst4 broth--brth1 not brth4 choler--klr1 not klr4 column--klm1 not klym4 combatant--kmbt-tnt1 not kom-bttant4 chronological--krn--lgk-cal4 comparable--kmp-r-bl1 not km-pr-bl4 conversant--knvr-sant1 not kn-vrsant4 dross--drs4 economic---k-nmk or k--nmk4 hollow--hll1 not hlla4 homage--hmj1 not hmj4 honest--nst1 not nnst4 honorable--nr-a-bl1 not nra-bl4 hostage--hstj1 not hstj4 hovel--hvl1 not hvl4 ,the ,vowel ,sound as in 8,go0 ,note3 ,tongue sags2 mouth moderately wide2 lips well rounded2 contact midway back4 ,this is a single sound 8given to all open syllables40 associate--s-ssh-t1 not s-ss-t4 chorist--krst1 not krst4 cognomen--kg-nmn4 commodious--km-md-s4 comptroller--kn-trlr4 ,corot--k-r4 corporeal--kr-pr-l4 decorum--d-krm1 not d-krm4 deplorable--d-plra-bl1 not de-plra-bl4 diplomatist--d-plm-tst4 forensic--f-rnsk1 not fr-nsk4 indecorum--n-d-krm1 not n-dk-rm4 ivory--v-r1 not vr4 oral--ral1 not ral4 stony--stn1 not stn4 trophy--trf4 ,the ,vowel ,sound as in 8,home0 ,note3 ,this is a double sound4 ,the first resonance is identical to the above single 7o7 as in 7,go71 but for the second resonance the contact is the upper back part of mouth with widening of the tongue4 ,azores--z-rz1 not -zrz4 brooch--brch1 not brooch4 console--kn-sl4 corps 7military7--kr2 7pl47 krz4 cote--7n7 kt1 not kt4 divorce--dv-rs1 not dv-rs4 homely--hml1 not hml4 oaths--thz 7sub-vocal7 not ths4 sword--srd1 not srd nor s-wrd4 won't--7will not7--wnt4 yolk--ylk or yk1 not ylk4 recourse--r-krs4 shewn--shn4 shew--sh4 vaudeville--vdvl4 von--fn1 not vn4 ,the ,vowel ,sound as in 8,us0 ,note3 ,tongue sags2 open mouth2 contact about half way back and midway between the upper and lower jaw4 adult--a-dlt1 not dlt4 cunning--knnng1 not knnn4 government--gvrn-mnt1 not gvr-mnt4 hundred--hndrd1 not hndrd4 promulgate--pr-mlgt4 pumice--pms4 illustrate--l-lstrt1 not ill-strt4 mongrel--mnggrl1 not mnggrl4 muskmelon--mskmln1 not mshmln4 nuptial--npshal1 not npshal4 pumpkin--pmpkn1 not pnkn4 supple--spl1 not soopl4 ,the ,vowel ,sound as in 8,use0 ,note3 ,tongue arched2 mouth well open2 contact back of upper front teeth for first resonance1 then to upper back part of mouth for the second2 lips well apart for the first sound and then well rounded and extended for the second with a slight sagging of the tongue4 ,this is a double sound4 blue--bl1 not bloo4 rude--rd4 rural--rrl1 not rrl4 nuisance--nsns1 not noosns4 newspaper--nzp-pr1 not nsp-pr4 ,tuesday--,tzd1 not ,toozd4 minutely--m-ntl4 tube--tb1 not toob nor tyub4 tulip--tlp1 not toolp4 usually--zh-a-l1 not zhl4 virtue--vrt1 not vrchoo4 stupid--stpd1 not stoopd4 virtually--vrt-al-l1 not vertchoo-li4 virulent--vry-lnt4 vituperate--v-tpr-t4 ablution--b-lshn1 not -blooshn4 ,the ,vowel ,sound as in 8,choose0 ,note3 ,tongue sags slightly with tip at base of lower front teeth2 mouth well open2 lips well rounded and extended2 contact at upper back part of mouth4 ,notice that this 7oo7 resonance is the same as the second resonance in 7u74 booth--booth 7sub-vocal74 ,booth 7name7--booth4 food--food1 not food4 roof--roof1 not roof4 coupon--koopn1 not kpon4 room--room1 not rm nor room4 broom--broom1 not broom4 hoof--hoof1 not hoof4 spoon--spoon1 not spoon4 forsooth--fr-sooth1 not fr-sooth 7sub-vocal74 poor--poor1 not poor4 root--root1 not root4 coop--coop1 not coop4 tour--toor1 not tr4 tournament--toorna-mnt or trna-mnt4 troubadour--trooba-door1 not troopa-dr4 ,,part ,,two ,identification of the ,reader with the ,story1 or ,sympathetic ,reading ,,first ,,step4 ,getting the author's ,,mood4 ,catching the author's vision4 ,emotional response4 ,distinguishing between ordinary reading and reading with author's emotional appreciation4 ,emphasizing value of ,,mood4 ,discussing control of emotion4 ,repressed feeling versus expressed feeling4 ,,second ,,step4 ,word meaning--relation of word to group4 ,associative meaning of words4 ,more vocabulary4 ,study of tone color4 ,use of ,onomatopia4 ,,third ,,step4 ,study of ,moods4 ,variety of ,moods4 ,change and inter-change of ,moods in a selection4 ,human nature and ,mood4 ,colloquial expressions of the same ,mood in classical language4 8,blessings upon all the books that are the delight of childhood and youth and unperverted manhood6 ,precious are the sympathetic tears which dim the page and which it is so wholesome to encourage in early life as a check to the growth of selfishness and egoism40 --,,hiram ,,corson1 8,the ,voice and ,spiritual ,education10 p4 #afc4 ,,chapter ,,ix ,,getting ,,the ,,author',s ,,mood ,,hints ,,to ,,the ,,student ,before the pupil is ready for this second step1 ,sympathetic ,reading1 he must have mastered part one1 ,intelligible ,reading4 ,the first step was concerned primarily with the development of the intellect1 but the second step appeals primarily to the emotions1 one's sympathetic response to mood4 ,the outlines for the study of a selection1 given later1 will be found very helpful as a basis and guide for study and analysis4 ,,memorabilia ,,by ,,robert ,,browning ,ah1 did you once see ,shelley plain1 ,and did he stop and speak to you1 ,and did you speak to him again8 ,how strange it seems1 and new6 ,but you were living before that1 ,and also you are living after2 ,and the memory ,i started at-- ,my starting moves your laughter6 ,i crossed a moor1 with a name of its own ,and a certain use in the world1 no doubt1 ,yet a hand's-breadth of it shines alone ',mid the blank miles round about3 ,for there ,i picked up on the heather ,and there ,i put inside my breast ,a moulted feather1 an eagle-feather6 ,well1 ,i forget the rest4 ,,the ,,joy ,,of ,,the ,,human ,,voice ,how much squandering there is of the voice6 ,how little there is of the advantage that may come from conversational tones6 ,how seldom does a man dare to acquit himself with pathos and fervor6 ,and the men are themselves mechanical and methodical in the bad way who are most afraid of the artificial training that is given in the schools1 and who so often show by the fruit of their labor that the want of oratory is the want of education4 ,how remarkable is the sweetness of voice in the mother1 in the father1 in the household6 ,the music of no chorded instruments brought together is1 for sweetness1 like the music of familiar affection when spoken by brother and sister1 or by father and mother4 --,,henry ,,ward ,,beecher1 from 8,lectures on ,oratory40 ,the one great object in reading is to get at the mind of the author4 ,what did he mean8 ,what did he intend me to feel as ,i read8 ,what is his real message8 ,how can ,i best reach the mind and heart of the author1 the poet1 the dramatist1 through his written words8 ,this is the real mission of literature1 and he is a poor teacher who fails to impress the heart of his students with its importance4 ,too often teachers spend the valuable time of their students with matters of entirely subsidiary importance1 such as the style of the author1 questions as to when1 where and how he wrote1 his figures of speech1 his methods of composition1 and the like4 ,all these are of importance to those who are learning to write1 and are of interest to others1 but the prime reason for all literature is that the author has something of greater or lesser importance to say1 which he wishes to reach the mind and heart of his reader4 ,take1 for instance1 ,browning's exquisite short poem above4 ,what good does it do the student to engage his attention with ,browning's style1 his verse forms1 etc48 ,to him the matter of prime importance is that he shall know what ,browning meant4 ,this is the vital question in all reading4 ,that literature which is a mere collection of fine words1 beautifully arranged in perfect sentences1 is 8as sounding brass and a clanging cymbal40 ,to have any real significance it must be surcharged with high1 lofty1 pure1 stirring human emotion2 and to feel the same emotion that the writer felt as he penned poem1 essay1 novel1 story or drama is the aim of every intelligent and thoughtful reader4 ,one of the best possible ways of accomplishing this is by reading aloud--even when one is alone4 ,one writer boldly affirms that we can never know the vital1 spiritual message of a writer until we have put his words upon our tongue and sent them winging away in speech1 freighted with the meaning that has reached our minds4 ,in reading carefully this poem of ,browning1 observe if the very nature of the theme does not demand the various modulations of the human voice to give it adequate interpretation4 ,repeat the first two lines1 thinking of their purpose1 and then see if you do not feel somewhat of an emotional thrill which must be akin to that which was felt by ,browning when he thought of his great teacher1 that marvelous poet1 ,shelley4 ,is it possible really to get the heart throb of this poem unless we sing it out through the voice8 ,the major portion of time spent in literary study should be through oral interpretation4 ,let a pupil read to you1 and instantly you can detect whether or not he understands what he is reading4 ,corson said he believed the time is coming when examinations in literature will be wholly oral4 ,he goes on to say3 ,reading must supply all the deficiencies of written or printed language4 ,it must give life to the letter4 ,how comparatively little is addressed to the eye1 in print or manuscript1 of what has to be addressed to the ear by the reader6 ,there are no indications of tone1 quality of voice1 inflection1 pitch1 time1 or any other of the vocal functions demanded for a full intellectual and spiritual interpretation4 ,a poem is not truly a poem until it is voiced by an accomplished reader1 who has adequately assimilated it--in whom it has1 to some extent1 been born again1 according to his individual spiritual constitution and experiences4 ,the potentialities1 so to speak1 of the printed poem1 must be vocally realized4 ,what ,shelley1 in his lines 8,to a ,lady1 ,with a ,guitar10 says of what the revealings of the instrument depend upon1 may be said with equal truth of the revealings of every true poem2 it 8,will not tell ,to those who cannot question well ,the spirit that inhabits it2 ,it talks according to the wit ,of its companions2 and no more ,is heard than has been felt before10 by those who endeavor to get at its secrets4 --,,hiram ,,corson1 8,the ,voice and ,spiritual ,education10 p4 #bi4 ,in this same connection let us add what ,goethe has said3 ,persuasion1 friends1 comes not by wit nor art1 ,hard study never made the matter clearer4 ',tis the live fountain in the speaker's heart ,sends forth the streams that melt the ravished hearer2 ,then work away for life1 heap book upon book1 ,line upon line1 precept upon example2 ,the multitude may gape and look ,and fools may think your wisdom ample-- ,but would you touch the heart1 the only method known1 ,my friend1 is first to have one of your own4 ,,mood-,,analysis ,the following is an illustration of what might be called the 8mood-analysis0 of a selection4 ,for the sake of convenience the sentences in the excerpt are numbered4 ,the important thing for the student to bear in mind is to see that the author's purpose is completely grasped1 and then render it in the proper mood4 ,first3 ,read the selection paragraph by paragraph4 ,then arrange the several points in their respective order4 ,now give them orally as simply and progressively as possible4 ,second3 ,read the selection again by paragraphs and this time determine what are the important and unimportant words4 ,then give these important words a greater force of utterance4 ,third3 ,do not fear to make many groups4 ,it is imperative to grasp the author's ideas and pictures in separate detail4 ,when each of these has been well thought over1 we are then ready to put these separate parts into one complete and harmonious whole4 ,fourth3 ,determine the mood which dominates each separate picture or detail1 then see how these fit into each other1 like the parts of a picture puzzle1 perfecting the thought as a whole and making it a living1 harmonious1 mental or spiritual conception4 ,,the ,,man ,,who ,,wears ,,the ,,button ,,by ,,john ,,mellen ,,thurston#f #a4 ,sometimes in passing along the street ,i meet a man who1 in the left lapel of his coat1 wears a little1 plain1 modest1 unassuming bronze button4 #b4 ,the coat is often old and rusty2 the face above it seamed and furrowed by the toil and suffering of adverse years2 perhaps beside it hangs an empty sleeve1 and below it stumps a wooden peg4 #c4 ,but when ,i meet the man who wears that button ,i doff my hat and stand uncovered in his presence--yea6 to me the very dust his weary foot has pressed is holy ground1 for ,i know that man1 in the dark hour of the nation's peril1 bared his breast to the hell of battle to keep the flag of our country in the ,union sky4 #d4 ,maybe at ,donaldson he reached the inner trench2 at ,shiloh held the broken line2 at ,chattanooga climbed the flame-swept hill1 or stormed the clouds on ,lookout ,heights4 #e4 ,he was not born or bred to soldier life4 #f4 ,his country's summons called him from the plow1 the forge1 the bench1 the loom1 the mine1 the store1 the office1 the college1 the sanctuary4 #g4 ,he did not fight for greed of gold1 to find adventure1 or to win renown4 #h4 ,he loved the peace of quiet ways1 and yet he broke the clasp of clinging arms1 turned from the witching glance of tender eyes1 left good-by kisses upon tiny lips to look death in the face on desperate fields4 #i4 ,and when the war was over he quietly took up the broken threads of love and life as best he could1 a better citizen for having been so good a soldier4 #aj4 ,what mighty men have worn this same bronze button6 ,grant1 ,sherman1 ,sheridan1 ,logan1 and an hundred more1 whose names are written on the title-page of deathless fame4 #aa4 ,their glorious victories are known of men2 the history of their country gives them voice2 the white light of publicity illuminates them for every one4 #ab4 ,but there are thousands who1 in humbler way1 no less deserve applause4 #ac4 ,how many knightliest acts of chivalry were never seen beyond the line or heard of above the roar of battle4 #ad4 ,god bless the men who wear the button6 #ae4 ,they pinned the stars of ,union in the azure of our flag with bayonets1 and made atonement for a nation's sin in blood4 #af4 ,they took the negro from the auction-block and at the altar of emancipation crowned him--citizen4 #ag4 ,they supplemented 8,yankee ,doodle0 with 8,glory ,hallelujah10 and ,yorktown with ,appomattox4 #ah4 ,their powder woke the morn of universal freedom and made the name 8,american0 first in all the earth4 #ai4 ,to us their memory is an inspiration1 and to the future it is hope4--,from an address at a banquet of the ,michigan ,club of ,detroit1 ,february #ba1 #ahij4 7,to find the designated mood of any sentence in the above selection refer to its corresponding number below47 #a4 ,pleasant meditation4 #b4 ,pity and compassion4 #c4 ,veneration and pride4 #d4 ,heroism and triumph4 #e and #f4 ,loyal self-denial4 #g and #h4 ,heroic self-sacrifice4 #i4 ,admiration and enterprise4 #aj4 ,compassion4 #aa4 ,praise and honor4 #ab and #ac4 ,contrast4 #ad4 ,supplication4 #ae4 ,heroic patriotism4 #af4 ,justice4 #ag4 ,unity4 #ah4 ,sublimity4 #ai4 ,gratitude4 ,now take ,joaquin ,miller's magnificent and stirring poem 8,columbus0 and analyze it in the same fashion4 ,here is the analysis made of it by an intelligent reader on his own initiative1 without any knowledge of the method we would have each student master and follow3 ,a ,,student',s ,,analysis ,,of 8,,columbus0 ,first dwell upon the outlines of the history of ,columbus1 his early struggles and mastery of hardships4 ,recall that it was in his day that the new idea of the rotundity of the earth was being largely discussed4 ,watch the growth of this idea in his thought1 until there springs up the confident assurance that if this idea be true it must be possible to reach ,india--or any other land--by sailing around the earth in either direction4 ,confident of his idea1 his scientific mind demands knowledge1 demonstration4 ,he seeks help to find out4 ,is rebuffed on every hand4 ,called crazy1 insane1 a fool1 a lunatic4 ,the idea persists4 ,it grows into an obsession4 ,he knows1 and now his soul demands that he compel other people to know4 ,the more rebuffs the greater his determination4 ,get hold here of the great fundamental thought that moves the universe1 that works all the marvels that man has accomplished1 viz41 that when you link up with ,truth1 you are linked up with ,god--the ,supreme ,power of the ,universe--and there cannot be any failure to a man so connected4 ,all ,columbus had to do was to persist4 ,he did so1 and finally ,isabella and ,ferdinand were convinced1 the money needed was raised1 the ship provided1 and the happy1 joyous ,columbus sets sail to demonstrate to the world that which his soul had already convinced him was true4 ,now remember the ignorance of the world at large on the subject4 ,recall that his sailors were densely ignorant and fearfully superstitious1 but ,columbus had never given that a thought4 ,he sets sail1 full of delight1 happiness1 confidence4 ,now refer to the poem4 #a4 ,he and his sailors alike knew that the islands of the ,azores and the ,gates of ,hercules were behind them4 #b4 ,here1 however1 is a difference in the knowledge of ,columbus and his sailors4 ,he1 with the eye of scientific confidence1 could see ahead1 though there was nothing in sight but shoreless seas1 not even the ghost of shores4 ,the sailors saw nothing but the uncharted and unknown seas4 ,do you not feel their awe and superstitious fears8 ,can you not picture their fearful whisperings together as they sail further and further into the unknown8 ,the mate is the means of communication between them and the admiral4 #c4 ,observe the dread of sailors and mate4 ,the stars with which they are familiar disappear and new and strange ones appear1 adding new fuel to their superstitious fears4 #d4 ,the mate asks ,columbus how he shall reply to these fears4 ,his mood is one of fear and growing alarm excited into the action of questioning4 #e4 ,now ask yourself3 ,what would be ,columbus's natural reply8 ,remember he has given years of thought to this subject4 ,he has no question as to the success of the voyage4 ,expecting to sail on uncharted seas1 they have no fears for him4 ,he knows what he will find when he has gone far enough around4 ,the fears and questions of the mate are absurd1 preposterous4 ,there is but one answer3 ,calmly and confidently he gives it1 8,why1 say1 ,sail on6 and on60 ,matter of fact1 almost indifferent1 totally unconscious of the seething fears bubbling up every moment afresh in the hearts of his sailors4 ,what kind of intonation in his voice would such a question call forth8 #f4 ,for the time being the questionings of the men are satisfied1 and they sail and sail 7don't hurry in giving this repetition7 as winds might blow4 ,the fears and questionings now begin afresh4 #g4 ,the fear is indicated in the word blanched1 and in the mate's words4 #h4 ,being away from familiar scenes1 and all other men1 his and his sailors' small minds fear that even ,god has lost sight of them4 ,the winds are lost1 ,god is not here4 #i4 ,hence there is increasing urgency in his second appeal to the admiral4 ,but ,columbus 7#aj71 seeing the vision that has been familiar to him for many years1 and preoccupied by his dream1 neither sees any reason for fears1 nor does he yet become aware of the fear expressed in the mate's voice4 ,his reply1 therefore1 is the quiet1 scarcely heard voice of the dreamer1 given much lower and quieter than his ordinary talking voice1 but with the deep intensity of a man who has but one purpose4 ,pause now for a few moments to allow this quiet urge of the admiral to sink in4 ,don't hurry4 ,then let the next stanza open with some degree of haste and excitement4 #aa4 ,the mate's tone now is one of definite1 open remonstrance4 ,it is all very well for his admiral to say 8,sail on60 ,he--the mate--has to come in direct conflict with the men4 ,they are growing mutinous4 ,they are growing ghastly wan and weak4 ,even he1 #ab1 had begun to think of home and1 in spite of himself1 tears1 #ac 7for is not this suggested in 8a spray of salt wave087 washed his swarthy cheek4 ,hence now1 his question is more definite4 ,he seeks to 8pin0 the admiral down to a fixed time1 #ad4 ,he gives him until dawn to see land4 ,but the admiral1 feeling that each dawn sees him nearer to the goal of his heart's desire1 and impatient that the foolish fears and unreasoning terrors of his men should even threaten the possible thwarting of this desire1 replies sternly1 impatiently and somewhat fiercely1 #ae4 ,he shall say at break of day1 land or no land1 fears or no fears1 but one thing1 and he puts such emphasis upon it that no one can misunderstand4 ,here1 again1 pause4 ,let this firm determination 8seep0 into the minds of the hearers4 ,a few moments is long enough1 but to speed on immediately to the fourth stanza is to lose a striking effect4 ,then1 in perfectly natural1 quiet voice1 continue the story3 ,they sailed4 #af4 ,observe the repetition of this statement4 ,why is it repeated8 ,a thoughtful author doesn't repeat for nothing4 ,here1 by the repetition1 #ag1 ,joaquin ,miller seeks powerfully to impress upon his reader that after they had sailed a long1 long way further1 they still sailed on4 ,hence1 is it not apparent there must be quite a little pause between the first 8they sailed0 and the second8 ,try the effect of this and see the result4 ,now1 #ah1 the mate1 forced by his own and his sailors' fears1 though assured of the displeasure of the admiral at his voicing of these fears1 braves his anger by calling his attention to the coming storm on the sea1 #ai1 and he becomes more agitated as he expresses his own fears1 #bj4 ,yet he knows the courage of the admiral1 and consciously or unconsciously pays him the tribute of bravery4 ,at the same time1 as hope has almost fled from the bosoms of himself and his shipmates he asks the question1 pleadingly1 agonizingly3 8,what shall we1 #bb1 do when hope is gone80 ,in the answer all of ,columbus's exasperation1 despair1 determination1 are compressed4 ,has he studied1 prayed1 pleaded1 striven for years1 and come thus far to be balked by the fears of a few craven cowards8 ,is he now1 just now1 when success must be close within his reach1 to fail8 ,no6 by the ,eternal1 he shall not fail6 ,the childish cries of his men shall not avail4 ,he will compel them to go on1 and1 as though he were maddened beyond control his words 8leap like a leaping sword10 #bc1 and cleave the air with ringing sound that strikes down all opposition1 ,sail on6 ,sail on6 ,,sail ,,on6 ,,and ,,on6 ,let the crescendo come with all the power1 force1 voice1 of which you are capable4 ,prepare for it4 ,get the lungs full of air4 ,put all the intensity and passion of a lifetime's hopes1 desires1 ambitions1 into it1 and feel as though you had these cowardly sailors by the throat and were determined upon pouring your will into their craven souls4 ,again pause1 before going to the last stanza4 ,elbert ,hubbard and his wife1 both of whom were public speakers and readers of high order1 regarded this sixth stanza as an anticlimax4 ,personally1 ,i do not4 ,properly given1 it is a most powerful climax to a most powerful poem4 ,ask yourself3 ,after the expression of an overwhelming emotion1 what natural reaction is felt8 ,one of weariness4 ,add this thought to the thoughts expressed in the words4 ,long and endless vigils1 harassment from his men1 doubts in his own soul1 which1 however1 he dare not voice4 #be4 ,that night was so dark because1 crushed by long-continued opposition1 and his body weakened by constant watchfulness1 and the urge of his passion1 even he lost hope4 ,but thanks be to ,god1 there are men like ,columbus1 who1 even when hope seems gone1 when there is no light whatever in 8that night of all dark nights0 still persist4 ,for1 is it not darkest just before dawn8 ,suddenly our minds are transferred to the lookout man4 ,he sees a speck4 #bf4 ,wonderingly he looks at it again and again1 until he is assured it is a light1 so he gives the warning cry3 8,a light60 #bg4 ,now notice the repetition of the word light4 ,four times it appears4 ,why8 ,most critics account such repetitions as proofs of an author's weakness1 but they little know ,joaquin ,miller who so regard his repetitions4 ,let your brain work awhile4 ,remember1 ,columbus and his sailors have been weeks away from land1 sailing on unknown1 uncharted seas4 ,they are becoming used to seeing no land1 nothing but seas upon which even the winds have lost their way4 ,yet the lookout sees a light4 ,he satisfies himself4 ,he gives the signal call3 8,a light60 ,for dramatic purposes we can imagine that every one on the vessel hears it4 ,incredulously they call out a query3 8,a light80 ,it cannot be6 ,but1 sure of himself1 and seeing it more clearly each moment1 the lookout assertingly replies1 8,a light6 ,i tell you60 ,then1 all doubt removed1 filled with joy1 their fears dispersed1 their bodings and apprehensions removed1 the sailors hysterically and joyously unite in the cry3 8,a light60 and the reason for the four 8a lights60 is made clear4 ,now1 the poet1 #bh1 changes the thought and rapidly introduces figures of speech4 ,the light on the first land seen by ,columbus ultimately grows to the 8starlit flag of freedom0 of the ,united ,states1 the flag of the people1 the flag of a true republic1 the flag of genuine democracy4 ,but it grew further1 #bi4 ,that light1 and that flag1 grew to be 8,time's burst of dawn40 ,in other words1 until all men1 everywhere1 in every way1 are free1 mankind is still in the night4 ,the dawn comes only when men can be themselves1 as ,god intended they should when he created them4 ,hence triumphant joy should be expressed in speaking of this flag1 and what it means to the world4 ,then1 calmly1 quietly1 bring the mind back to the admiral4 ,what did he gain8 #cj4 8,a world40 ,and he gave that world its grandest lesson1 that of persistence in following the vision of the higher and larger things1 ,on1 ,sail on6 ,,columbus ,behind him lay the gray ,azores7#a7 ,behind the ,gates of ,hercules2 ,before him not the ghost of shores17#b7 ,before him only shoreless seas4 ,the good mate7#c7 said3 8,now must we pray1 ,for lo6 the very stars are gone4 ,brave ,adm'r'l1 speak1 what shall ,i say807#d7 8,why1 say17#e7 #8,sail on6 ,sail on and on6'0 ,they sailed and sailed7#f7 as winds might blow ,until at last the blanched mate7#g7 said3 8,why1 now1 not even ,god would know1 ,should ,i and all my men fall dead47#h7 ,these very winds forget their way1 ,for ,god from these dread seas is gone1 ,brave ,adm'r'l1 speak1 what shall ,i say807#i7 ,he said17#aj7 8,sail on6 ,sail on and on60 8,my men grow mutinous day by day27#aa7 ,my men grow ghastly wan and weak60 ,the stout mate thought of home27#ab7 a spray7#ac7 ,of salt wave washed his swarthy cheek4 8,what shall ,i say1 brave ,adm'r'l1 say1 ,if we sight7#ad7 naught but seas at dawn80 8,why1 you shall say1 at break of day17#ae7 ,sail on6 ,sail on6 ,sail on and on60 ,they sailed47#af7 ,they sailed47#ag7 ,then spake7#ah7 the mate3 8,this mad sea7#ai7 shows his teeth to-night1 ,he curls his lip1 he lies in wait ,with lifted teeth17#bj7 as if to bite6 ,brave ,adm'r'l17#ba7 say but one good word2 ,what shall we7#bb7 do when hope is gone80 ,the words leapt like a leaping sword37#bc7 8,sail on6 ,sail on6 ,sail on6 and on60 ,then pale and worn17#bd7 he paced his deck ,and peered through darkness4 ,ah1 that night7#be7 ,of all dark nights6 ,and then a7#bf7 speck-- ,a light67#bg7 ,a light8 ,a light6 ,a light6 ,it grew17#bh7 a starlit flag unfurled6 ,it grew to be ,time's burst of dawn47#bi7 ,he gained a world17#cj7 he gave that world ,its grandest less'n3 8,on6 ,sail on60 ,a ,,suggestive ,,outline ,,for ,,the ,,study ,,of ,a ,,selection ,i4 ,mastery of ,main ,theme ,the first step in the study of any selection is to gain an idea of it as a whole4 ,this can best be done by reading the selection in its entirety4 ,if there should be strange words1 let them pass for the time being4 ,thus we grasp the predominant mood and significant setting or situation4 ,,ii4 ,progressive ,analysis ,read the selection1 silently1 a second time4 ,the aim now is to make a mental note of the several parts which make up the whole4 ,this demands close concentration1 in order that we may unify matters and prevent abrupt transitions4 ,we are to break up the whole into parts1 and each part represents a thought group4 #a4 ,punctuation makes the meaning clear1 and the clear meaning determines the various groups4 ,example3 8,it came1 rushing in torrents like an avalanche of rock40 ,we do not pause after 8came10 although it is so punctuated4 ,question3 ,do you find like instances in the selection under consideration8 ,where8 #b4 ,the length and frequency of the pause which sets off the groups is dependent upon the context and upon the listeners4 ,if the context is serious1 or if the listeners are uneducated1 there will of necessity be many groups4 ,and obversely1 if the context is not serious or difficult1 or if the audience is educated1 there will be fewer and longer groups4 ,question3 ,what is the situation in the present selection8 #c4 ,in the study of the chief word in the group we must remember that its real meaning depends upon its relation to the other words in the same group4 ,for instance1 the word 8fire0 does not mean the same thing at all times4 ,the meaning of this word depends upon its kinship with other members of the same group4 ,when we say1 8,the house is on fire10 this word 8fire0 means an altogether different thing than when we say1 8,there is a fire in the stove this morning40 ,let us take care that we do not isolate words1 but that we get their associative meanings4 ,questions3 ,what are the important words in the various groups8 ,what is the real meaning of each8 ,why8 ,give five synonyms of each4 ,,iii4 ,reference to ,experience ,we are now prepared to call upon our storehouse of past experiences in order that we may identify ourselves more closely with the author's meaning4 ,we are to react upon what we read4 ,the more vividly we can bring what we read from the page into our own actual experience1 the more deeply are we impressed with its meaning4 ,we translate the unseen1 the unfelt and unbelieved by likening it to what is already seen1 felt or believed4 ,if experience is lacking1 we draw upon our imagination4 #a4 ,if we are reading a description1 we will see this scene in terms of a past like experience4 #b4 ,if we are reading a narration1 we will feel it in terms of a past like experience4 #c4 ,if we are reading something we have not believed1 we will accept it in terms of what we have already believed4 ,question3 ,what experiences does this selection call upon from me8 ,what purposes do they serve8 ,,iv4 ,classification ,there are three divisions into which all selections may be put4 ,a selection may be written to make something ,,clear2 it may be for the purpose of inspiring1 or elevating one's thoughts and feelings--to make ,,impressive2 it may be for the purpose of enforcing some great truth--to make ,,belief4 ,this classification is based upon the author's purpose4 ,questions3 ,where the author's purpose is to make ,,clear some obscure point or idea4 #a4 ,what significant words are used8 #b4 ,is there any obscurity8 ,why8 #c4 ,what illustrations or comparisons are made8 #d4 ,think earnestly of an experience which will aid you to see clearly the author's purpose4 ,where the author's purpose is ,,impressiveness #a4 ,is the emotion aroused pleasurable8 #b4 ,have you had an experience which resembles what is referred to8 #c4 ,what mood is predominant8 ,is it3 ,impassioned1 grave1 sad1 ,triumphant1 exalted1 solemn1 ,humorous1 satirical1 pathetic1 ,inspiring1 enheartening1 discouraging8 #d4 ,what are the minor moods8 ,supply your own descriptive mood if none of the following are adequate3 ,fanciful1 enthusiastic1 cheerful1 ,dreamy1 sentimental1 witty1 ,pensive1 tender1 serene1 quiet1--or suggestive of ,awe1 loneliness1 ,admiration1 suspense1 joy1 anger1 ,fear1 rage1 sympathy1 grief1 sorrow1 surprise1 anxiety4 ,where the author's purpose is ,,belief4 ,the author does more than make us see1 or feel4 #a4 ,what actual experience have you had that resembles the thing the author would have you believe8 #b4 ,do you accept as truth what you have read8 #c4 ,what particular thought carries the most conviction8 #d4 ,do you think others should believe what the author says8 #e4 ,is it clear and impressive1 and do you believe it8 ,v4 ,setting ,this has to do with time1 place1 objects1 sounds1 movement1 or anything that gives local color to the selection4 ,questions3 #a4 ,is it modern or old8 #b4 ,where is the scene laid8 #c4 ,are descriptions given in detail or mere suggestion8 #d4 ,is dialect used8 #e4 ,will personation aid in rendering the selection8 #f4 ,does the power and beauty of the selection lie in narration1 description1 or in character drawing8 #g4 ,name some definite things1 sounds or objects described1 that give color or atmosphere4 #h4 ,is the movement3 ,slow1 swift1 light1 heavy1 ,tripping1 graceful1 spirited1 ,powerful1 easy1 varied8 ,,vi4 ,vocalization ,let our guide be as ,shakespeare has so well put it3 ,let your own discretion be your tutor4 ,suit the action to the word2 the word to the action2 with this special observance--that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature4 #a4 ,read the selection as ordinary conversation4 #b4 ,now read again as enlarged conversation1 or1 as it were1 for the ears of many4 #c4 ,ask yourself the following questions3 7#a7 ,do ,i make proper use of ,pitch8 7#b7 ,do ,i make proper use of ,pause8 7#c7 ,do ,i make proper use of ,inflection8 7#d7 ,do ,i make proper use of ,tone ,color8 7#e7 ,do ,i make proper use of ,stress8 7#f7 ,do ,i make proper use of ,movement8 #d4 ,at all times let us remember that our purpose is not to give a pleasing performance1 but faithfully to interpret the author's meaning4 ,a ,,condensed ,,outline ,,for ,,the ,,study ,,of ,a ,,selection ,,for ,,oral ,,presentation ,i4 ,,intelligent ,,impression ,a4 ,general ,preparation ,read silently the entire selection4 ,the purpose is to gain an impression of the selection as a whole4 #a4 ,what was the author's purpose in writing this selection8 #b4 ,what specific intent did he have3 a4 ,to make something clear8 b4 ,to make something impressive8 c4 ,to establish a truth8 d4 ,to stimulate to righteous action8 #c4 ,consult the dictionary for the meaning of strange words4 #d4 ,look up the historical references4 ,b4 ,special ,preparation ,read the selection silently a second time4 ,the aim is to make a mental note of the respective importance of the several parts which make up the whole4 #a4 ,what is the definite idea1 or definite picture1 or definite feeling the author would have us get8 #b4 ,in what part of the selection is the author's aim most forcibly presented8 #c4 ,what is the relative value of the thought-groups8 ,,ii4 ,,intelligible ,,expression ,a4 ,general ,preparation ,before rendering a selection orally it must be given a setting4 ,this has to do with time1 place1 objects1 sounds1 movements1 or anything that tends to give local color4 #a4 ,is the selection colloquial or dramatic8 #b4 ,is dialect used8 #c4 ,will personation be necessary8 #d4 ,give an original word-picture of the characters and situation4 #e4 ,to what reference to experience does it make8 #f4 ,what is the predominant mood8 ,b4 ,special ,preparation ,read the selection aloud for the first time4 ,in doing this1 ask yourself3 #a4 ,am ,i reading with correct thought-groups8 #b4 ,do ,i make proper use of the pause8 7,remember the length and frequency of the pause depends upon the nature of the subject and the audience47 #c4 ,am ,i enunciating clearly8 #d4 ,is my voice melodious8 ,that is1 do ,i make proper use of pitch and inflection8 #e4 ,am ,i conscious of the change and interchange of moods8 #f4 ,do ,i make proper use of stress and movement8 #g4 ,do my tones fit the color-words8 #h4 ,am ,i faithfully and adequately interpreting the author's meaning8 ,,prose ,,selections ,humorous ,pathetic ,dramatic ,dialect ,,the ,,joy ,,of ,,reading ,who can estimate the joy1 comfort and inspiration reading has afforded to the human race1 how many weary hours it has solaced1 how many distracted minds it has quieted1 how many harassed souls it has soothed into forgetfulness8 ,who has not felt the thrill of discovery when he has found a new author1 a new poet who peculiarly affected his mind1 his soul1 his risibilities1 his ambitions1 his life8 ,i shall never forget when ,i found ,charles ,warren ,stoddard's 8,apostrophe to a ,skylark40 ,it was buried in one of his books and few seemed ever to have read it4 ,there was joy incalculable in putting it side by side with ,shelley's classic 8,ode0 and comparing the two conceptions4 ,thousands of souls have been inspired by reading to higher1 nobler1 more worthy endeavor4 ,so1 like ,sancho ,panza1 we bless ,god and thank ,him for the man who invented reading4 --,,george ,,wharton ,,james4 ,,humorous ,,selections ,,nathan ,,foster ,,by ,,paul ,l4 ,,dunbar ,nathan ,foster and his lifelong friend and neighbor1 ,silas ,bollender1 sat together side by side upon the line-fence that separated their respective domains4 ,they were both whittling away industriously1 and there had been a long silence between them4 ,nathan broke it1 saying3 8',pears to me like ,i've had oncommon good luck this year40 8,wall1 you have had good luck1 there ain't no denyin' that4 ,it 'pears as though you've been ee-specially blest40 8,an' ,i know ,i ain't done nothin' to deserve it40 8,no1 o' course not4 ,don't take no credit to yourself1 ,nathan4 ,we don't none of us deserve our blessings1 however we may feel about our crosses2 we kin be purty shore o' that40 8,now1 look1 my pertater vines was like little trees1 an' nary a bug on 'em40 8,an' you had as good a crop of corn as ,i've ever seen raised in this part of ,montgomery county40 8,yes1 an' ,i sold it1 too1 jest before that big drop in the price40 8,after givin' away all yer turnips you could1 you had to feed 'em to the hogs40 8,my fruit trees jest had to be propped up1 an' ,i've got enough perserves in my cellar to last two or three winters1 even takin' into consideration the drain o' church socials an' o' charity40 8,yore chickens are fat and sassy1 not a sign o' pip on 'em40 8,look at them cows in the fur pastur4 ,did yer ever see anything to beat 'em fer sleekness80 8,wall1 look at the pasture itself2 it's most enough to make human beings envy the critters4 ,you didn't have a drop of rain on yer while you was gettin' in yer hay1 did yer80 8,not a drop40 8,an' ,i had a whole lot ruined jest as ,i was about to rick it40 8,silas1 sich luck as ,i'm a-havin' is achilly skeery2 it don't seem right40 8,no1 it don't seem right for a religious man like you1 ,nathan4 ,ef you was a hard an' graspin' ,sinner1 it 'ud be jest makin' you top-heavy so's yore fall 'ud be the greater40 8,i don't know but what that's it1 anyhow4 ,mebbe ,i'm a-gettin' puffed up over my goods without exactly knowin' it40 8,mebbe so1 mebbe so4 ,them kind o' feelin's is mighty sneakin' comin' on a body4 ,o' course ,i ain't seen no signs of it in you2 but it 'pears to me you'll have to mortify yore flesh yit to keep from being purse-proud40 8,mortify the flesh80 8,o' course1 you can't put peas in yore shoes er get any of yer frien's to lash you1 so you'll have to find some other way of mortifyin' yer flesh4 ,wall1 fer my part1 ,i don't need to look fur none1 fur ,i never had too many blessin's in my life1 less'n you'd want to put the children under that head40 ,silas shut his jack-knife with a snap and1 laughing1 slid down on his side of the fence4 ,in serious silence ,nathan ,foster watched him go stumping up the path toward the house4 8,silas seems to take everything so light in this world2 ,i wonder how he can do it40 ,with ,nathan1 now1 it was just the other way4 ,throughout his eight and forty years he had taken every fact of life with ponderous seriousness4 ,entirely devoid of humor1 he was a firm believer in signs1 omens1 tokens1 and judgments4 ,he was a religious man1 and his wealth frightened and oppressed him4 ,he gave to his church and gave freely4 ,as usual1 he had taken his friend's bantering words in hard earnest and was turning them over in his mind4 ,the next morning when ,nathan and ,silas met to compare notes1 ,nathan began3 8,i have been thinking over what you said last night1 ,silas1 about me mortifyin' my flesh1 and it seems to me like a good idee4 ,i wrasselled in prayer last night1 and it was shown to me that it wa'n't no more'n right fur me to make some kind o' sacrifice fur the mercies that's been bestowed upon me40 8,wall1 ,i don't know1 ,nathan2 burnt-offerings are a little out now40 8,i don't mean nothin' like that2 ,i mean some sacrifice of myself1 some--0 ,his sentence was broken in upon by a shrill voice that called from ,silas ,bollender's kitchen door3 8,si1 you'd better be a-gittin' about yore work instid o' standin' over there a-gassin' all the mornin'4 ,i'm shore ,i don't have no time to stand around40 8,all right1 ,mollie2 speakin' of mortifyin' the flesh an' makin' a sacrifice of yoreself1 ,nathan1 why don't you git married80 ,nathan started4 8,then you'd be shore to accomplish both4 ,fur pure mortification of the flesh1 ,i don't know of nothin' more thoroughgoin' er effectiver than a wife4 ,also she is a vexation to a man's sperit4 ,you raaly ought to git married1 ,nathan40 8,do you think so80 8,it looks to me that that 'ud be about as good a sacrifice as you could make2 an' then it's such a lastin' one40 8,i don't believe you realize what you air a-sayin'1 ,silas4 ,it's a mighty desprit step that you're advisin' me to take40 ,again ,mrs4 ,bollender's voice broke in3 8,si1 air you goin' to git anything done this mornin'1 er air you goin' to stand there an' hold up that fence fur the rest of the day80 8,nathan1 kin you stand here an' listen to a voice an' a speech like that an' then ask me if ,i realize the despritness of marriage80 8,it's desprit1 but who'd you advise me to marry1--,silas1 that is1 if ,i made up my mind to marry1--an' ,i don't jest see any other way40 8,oh1 ,i ain't pickin' out wives fur anybody1 but it seems to me that you might be doin' a good turn by marryin' the ,widder ,young4 ,the ,lord 'ud have two special reasons fur blessin' you then2 fur you'd be mortifyin' yore flesh an' at the same time a-helpin' the widder an' her orphans40 8,that's so40 ,he couldn't admit to ,silas that he had been thinking hard of the ,widow ,young even before he had of mortifying his flesh with a wife4 ,once decided1 it did not take him long to put his plans into execution4 ,but he called ,silas over to the fence that evening after he had dressed to pay a visit to the widow4 8,wall1 ,silas1 ,i've determined to take the step you advised40 8,humph1 you made your mind up in a hurry1 ,nathan40 8,i don't know as it's any use a-waiting2 ef a thing's to be done1 ,i think it ought to be done and got through with4 ,what ,i want particular to know now is1 whether it wouldn't be best to tell ,lizzie--,i mean the widder--that ,i want her as a means of mortification40 8,wall1 no1 ,nathan1 ,i don't know as ,i would do that jest yit2 ,i don't believe it would be best40 8,but if she don't know1 wouldn't it be obtainin' her under false pretenses if she said yes80 8,not exactaly the way ,i look at it1 fur you've got more motives fur marryin' than one40 8,what6 ,explain yoreself1 ,silas2 explain yoreself40 8,i mean you want to do her good as well as subdue your own sperit40 8,oh1 yes1 that's so40 8,now1 no woman wants to know at first that she's a vexation to a man's sperit4 ,it sounds scriptual1 but it don't sound nooptial4 ,now look at me an' ,mis' ,bollender4 ,i never told her until we'd been married more'n six months2 but she didn't believe it then1 an' she won't believe it till this day40 8,wall1 ,i'll agree not to tell her right away1 but if she consents1 ,i must tell her a week or so after we are married4 ,it'll ease my conscience4 ,ef ,i could tell her now1 it 'ud be a heap easier in gittin' round the question4 ,i don't know jest how to do it without40 8,oh1 you won't have no trouble in makin' her understand4 ,matrimony's a subject that women air mighty keen on4 ,they can see if a man's a-poppin' the question ef he only half tries4 ,you'll git through all right40 ,somewhat strengthened1 ,nathan left his friend and sought the widow's home4 ,he found her stitching away merrily under the light of a coal-oil lamp with a red shade4 8,la1 ,nathan1 who'd a' expected to see you up here8 ,you've got to be such a home body that no one don't look to see you out of yore own field and garden40 8,i jest thought ,i'd drop in40 8,wall1 it's precious kind of you1 ,i'm shore4 ,i was a-feelin' kind o' lonesome4 ,the children go to bed with the chickens40 8,i jest thought ,i'd drop in40 8,wall1 it does remind me of old times to see you jest droppin' in1 informal like1 this way4 ,my1 how time does fly60 8,widder1 ,i've been thinkin' a good deal lately2 ,i've been greatly prospered in my day2 in fact1 my cup runneth over40 8,you have been prospered1 ,nathan40 8,seems 's ef--seems 's ef ,i ought to sheer it with somebody1 don't it80 8,wall1 ,nathan1 ,i don't know nobody that's more generous in givin' to the pore than you air40 8,i don't mean in jest exactly that way4 ,i mean1 widder--you're the morti--,i mean the salvation of my soul4 ,could you--would you--er do you think you'd keer to sheer my blessin's with me an' add another one to 'em80 ,the ,widow ,young looked at him in astonishment2 then the tears filled her eyes as she asked1 8,nathan1 do you mean it80 8,i wouldn't a-spent so much trouble on a joke1 widder40 8,no1 it don't seem that you would1 ,nathan4 ,well1 it's mighty sudden1 mighty sudden1 but ,i can't say no40 8,fur these an' many other blessin's make us truly thankful1 ,o ,lord10 said ,nathan devoutly4 ,and he sat another hour with the widow making plans for the early marriage1 on which he insisted4 ,the widow had been settled in ,nathan's home over a month before he had ever thought of telling her of the real motive of his marriage1 and every day from the time it occurred to him it grew harder for him to do it4 ,one night when he had been particularly troubled he sought his friend and counselor with a clouded brow4 ,they sat together in their accustomed place on the fence4 8,i'm bothered1 ,silas40 8,what's the matter80 8,why1 there's several things4 ,first off1 ,i ain't never told the widder that she was a mortification1 an' next she ain't4 ,i look around at that old house o' mine that ain't been a home since mother used to scour the hearth1 an' it makes me feel like singin' fer joy4 ,an' ,i hear them children playin' round me--they're the beatenest children2 that youngest one called me daddy yistiddy--well1 ,i see 'em playin' round and my eyes air opened1 an' ,i see that the widder's jest another blessin' added to the rest4 ,it looks to me like ,i had tried to beat the ,almighty40 8,wall1 now1 ,nathan1 ,i don't know that you've got any cause to feel bothered4 ,you've done yore duty4 ,if you've tried to mortify yore flesh an' it refused to mortify1 why1 that's all you could do1 an' ,i believe the ,lord'll take the will fer the deed an' credit you accordin'ly40 8,mebbe so1 ,silas1 mebbe so40 --,copyright by ,dodd1 ,mead ,co41 ,new ,york1 and used by arrangement4 ,,doing ,a ,,woman',s ,,work ,,by ,,mckillip-,,stanwood 8,breakfast ready yet80 asked ,jack ,telfer1 as he set two pails of foaming milk on the bench and turned to wash his hands4 8,almost10 replied his wife4 8,but1 say1 ,jack1 won't you fix the calf pen while you're waiting8 ,it won't take but a minute4 ,the calves got out twice yesterday and tramped all over the flower beds and garden4 ,i had an awful time getting them in4 ,i tried to fix it1 but ,i don't think ,i did a good job40 8,i can't stop now4 ,i guess it's all right4 ,if they get out1 why chase them in2 you have nothing else to do1 and ,i'll fix it up right when ,i get time4 ,i want my breakfast now4 ,i can't fool around here till noon4 ,i've got to cultivate the peaches to-day40 8,i've nothing else to do10 repeated his wife1 as she dished up the tempting breakfast4 8,well1 ,i like that1 ,jack ,telfer4 ,i wish to goodness ,i hadn't any more to do than you have40 8,why1 what under the sun have you to do8 ,you have only ,toodles and me to look after and this little house to keep4 ,i could do all the work you do with one hand tied behind me and then find time to throw at the birds4 ,you see1 ,i know what ,i am talking about1 for ,i can cook and do housework as well as any woman40 8,you've never displayed any talent in that direction since ,i've known you4 ,it's like pulling teeth to get you to do a chore around the house4 ,not that ,i want a man to do housework1 for ,i don't2 that's a woman's business4 ,but when she has every step to take and a dozen things to do at once1 a little help occasionally comes mighty handy40 8,well1 the reason ,i don't help around here is because there isn't much to do4 ,the work you have is a snap1 my girl1 and a mighty soft one1 too4 ,why1 my mother had nine children and did all her own work and cooked for harvest hands and threshers and used to help the neighbors out if they got in a pinch40 8,well1 my dear husband1 ,i do not doubt but your mother was a very smart woman4 ,she must have been to have raised so promising a son4 ,but women are not all alike1 my dear40 8,now1 your work is a sort of paper-flower work compared with what ,i have to do4 ,it would be a picnic for me to stay in the house1 wash dishes1 play with the baby and do such things40 8,all right1 suppose you have a picnic to-day4 ,i can drive the cultivator just as well as you and you can cook and keep house a great deal better than ,i2 at least you think you can4 ,i'll hitch up and cultivate the peaches and you can tie one hand behind you and do the work to-day and see how much time you have to throw at the birds4 ,what do you say80 8,say10 laughed ,mr4 ,telfer as he pushed back from the table4 8,why1 ,i say ,i'm willing1 but if you don't get enough riding in the hot sun--0 8,the hot sun10 interrupted his wife1 8is no worse than the hot stove ,i cook over4 ,will you do it80 8,you bet ,i'll do it1 but you must tell me what's to be done so you can't throw it up to me for ever after that the reason ,i got through so soon was because ,i didn't do half the work40 8,first10 said ,mrs4 ,telfer1 8there's the milk to skim and the calves to feed and the churning to do4 ,skim the milk on the north shelf in the cellar2 the dishes to wash1 and don't forget to scald the churn and the milk things4 ,then you can iron2 the clothes are all dampened down in the basket4 ,you need not iron any but the plain things1 ,i'll do the others4 ,pit the cherries ,i picked last night and make a pie for dinner4 ,and1 oh1 yes1 you will have to kill a chicken and dress it1 for you know you said last night you wanted chicken and dumplings for dinner to-day1 and now is your chance4 8,stew some prunes for supper to-night1 make the bed1 sweep and dust and get the vegetables ready for dinner4 ,oh1 ,i guess you know about what there is to do4 ,i must be off now1 for it is nearly #f o'clock40 ,and she was gone4 8,well1 it's early yet2 guess ,i'll smoke and read the ,rural ,world awhile4 ,there's an article on hogs ,i wanted to read2 it seems nice to have time to do what you please40 ,after he had read a long time he at last knocked the ashes into his hand and stretched lazily4 ,he went down cellar and skimmed the milk1 then he fed the calves1 laughed at the way his wife had tried to fix the calf pen1 went in and took off the table cloth and piled the dishes and empty milk things on the table4 8,guess ,i'll wash up before ,i churn4 ,no1 ,i won't1 either4 ,i'll churn first2 then ,i'll clean up all at once4 ,oh1 ,i've got a head on me4 ,i ought to have been a woman40 ,he brought from the cellar a large new pan of thick cream and set it on the table1 then he went to scald the churn1 but the fire was out and the dish water ,mrs4 ,telfer had put on before breakfast was nearly cold4 8,blame it all1 ,i've got to go to the barn for peach pits2 not one in the basket4 ,but ,i'll kill the chicken while ,i'm out there and save an extra trip4 ,if ,jennie would only use some management about her work she'd have plenty of time40 ,the large pit basket was soon filled1 but the chicken was another proposition4 ,every time he selected one to catch it seemed to know it was a marked bird and would shy off to the edge of the flock4 ,at last he had to run one down1 and he wrung its neck with a great deal of satisfaction4 ,as he entered the house the clock struck nine4 8,wheu6 ,where has the morning gone8 ,i must get a move on me4 ,guess ,i'll make the pie first so it can bake while the water is heating40 ,he prepared the cherries4 ,then he made the pie2 made it as well as a woman could4 ,he had pushed the dishes back on the cluttered table to make room for his bread-board1 and just as he had the crust nicely stamped down around the edge of his pie1 with a fork1 a tousled head of yellow curls appeared in the doorway1 one chubby hand holding up a long1 white nighty1 the other rubbing a sleepy eye4 ,there was surprise on the baby face at the sight of his father4 ,papa meant fun for ,toodles1 and1 running to him1 he put up his little arms1 saying1 8,papa1 high me2 high ,toodles1 papa2 high ,toodles40 ,and his father1 dusting the flour from his hands1 tossed the baby to the ceiling again and again while the little fellow screamed with delight4 ,in the midst of this jolly frolic the clock announced that it was the tenth hour of the day4 8,hear that1 young man80 said the father4 8,that means that we must cut out this racket and get down to business4 ,your paternal ancestor is chief cook and general manager to-day and has several little chores to do yet4 ,we will get ,toodles' breakfast first1 then wash and dress him afterwards so that he won't get mussed up when he eats4 8,mamma don't do that way1 but we can give mamma a few pointers on keeping a baby clean1 can't we1 ,toodles80 ,and1 putting the child in his high-chair1 ,mr4 ,telfer pinned a tea towel around the little neck for a bib1 took a bowl and went to the cellar for some new milk4 ,while ,toodles was eating breakfast his father washed the prunes and put them on to stew1 set the pie in the oven and started to build the fire1 but he was interrupted by an emphatic voice saying1 8,papa1 down2 papa1 down40 8,all right1 young man1 ,i'll attend to your case directly10 said ,jack1 touching a match to the kindling4 8,guess ,i'll wash and dress you and have you off my hands40 ,and1 taking a wash-pan of tepid water1 with soap1 comb1 rag1 towel and ,toodles1 he went into the sitting-room where it was cool and pleasant4 ,the baby's clean clothes were lying upon a chair1 where his mamma had placed them the night before4 ,then what a time they had4 ,toodles would catch the wash rag in his teeth and papa would shake it and growl till the little mouth would have to let loose to scream with the agonizing fun4 ,then came the tangled curls1 and it took a wonderful story about a doggie that would say 8,bow1 wow10 and a little horsie that ,toodles could ride and a chicky that went 8,peep1 peep1 peep10 and several other mental concoctions to keep the baby quiet until the ringlets were in order4 ,when the clean coaties were on and two little arms hugged papa tight1 ,jack ,telfer thought1 8,jennie calls this work40 ,the clock pounded out eleven strokes4 8,blast that clock2 what's got into it10 thought the man1 putting the child down and hurrying to the kitchen4 8,i've been busy every minute this morning1 and here it is #aa o'clock and not a thing done yet40 ,he found the fire had burned out2 he had forgotten to put the peach pits on the kindling when he had stopped to fuss with ,toodles4 8,well1 ,i guess ,i'll make it all right by noon10 he soliloquized4 8,this is a hurry-up order1 but ,i'll be on time or eat my hat40 ,he looked at his pie2 it was nearly half baked4 ,he built a roaring fire1 packed the stove with peach pits1 pulled the prunes to the front where they would cook quicker1 and was debating in his mind which he should scald first1 the churn or the chicken1 when something rushed by the door4 8,drat those calves2 they're out again40 ,snatching his hat1 he hurried after them4 ,it was a merry chase for the calves if not for ,mr4 ,telfer4 ,they were willing to go in any direction but the right one1 and by the time he got them corralled ,jack was hot1 tired and cross4 ,when ,toodles was left alone he started out on a tour of inspection4 ,the first objects of interest were the dead chicken and the peach-pit basket1 but his attention was soon detracted from these by the bright pan that held the cream2 it had been pushed to the edge of the table4 ,as ,toodles approached it he saw the reflection of a chubby baby face on the outside4 8,baby10 said ,toodles4 ,he smiled and the pan baby smiled1 and he concluded that the pan must be full of pretty1 smiling babies1 and he wanted them to play with4 ,he could just get his little fingers over the edge of the pan4 ,he pulled and tugged with all his might to get the pan baby down4 ,he succeeded1 for the pan toppled over and deluged the immaculate ,toodles with thick1 yellow cream4 ,his pretty curls were filled with chunks of oily coagulation1 and cream ran in rivulets down his little back and bosom4 ,he seated himself in the middle of it and paddled and spattered in great glee4 ,the calf pen took longer to fix than ,jack had expected1 and as he neared the house he heard the clock striking twelve1 and1 looking fieldward1 he saw his wife coming to dinner4 8,jumping ,jupiter6 what will she say80 was his mental comment4 8,but she will soon fix things1 ,i'll bet40 ,as he entered the kitchen what a sight met his gaze4 ,the room was dark with smoke from burned prunes1 the table piled full of unwashed pans and dishes4 ,the cream4 ,heavens1 the cream6 ,the dead chicken lay in the middle of the floor and the pit-basket was upset1 as ,toodles had left it for the pan baby4 ,the open-mouthed churn stared at him4 ,mr4 ,telfer opened the oven door2 his pie was a black mass4 8,i can see now why women sit down and cry sometimes4 ,i'm blessed if ,i don't feel like it myself10 he said4 ,toodles1 drenched but happy1 called from the middle of his cream puddle1 8,high me1 papa2 high me40 ,mrs4 ,telfer called out as she passed the house3 8,hello6 ,dinner ready8 ,i'm awful hungry40 ,but her husband was not visible4 ,she had enjoyed her morning's work and was in excellent spirits4 ,she watered and fed the team1 then started for the house4 ,the novelty of the situation amused her4 ,she expected ,jack would have some surprise ready1 some extra dish for dinner1 the table decorated with flowers or1 perhaps1 be tricked out in one of her white aprons with his hair curled and a pink ribbon around his neck to show how a wife should greet her husband4 ,he was such a wag it was impossible to tell what he might do4 ,as she entered the house she stood dumb with amazement4 ,her eyes took in the situation4 ,the breakfast dishes1 the burned pie1 the creamy ,toodles1 the dead chicken1 the littered sitting-room with the remains of ,toodles' toilet and the distracted-looking man4 8,how soon will dinner be ready80 she asked4 ,but her husband did not answer2 he was busy picking up peach pits4 8,i've got to get back to work as soon as ,i can10 she continued4 ,crossing the room1 she took up a paper and went outside and sat down in the shade to read4 ,toodles1 greasy and dripping1 trotted after4 8,oh1 baby1 go to papa and get cleaned up4 ,go tell papa to clean baby up1 darling10 said his mother4 ,and the little fellow hurried into the house1 saying3 8,keen baby up1 papa2 keen baby up40 ,poor ,jack1 he had lost out4 ,he was hopelessly balled up4 ,he was mad4 ,he had felt somehow that his troubles were over when he saw his wife coming1 but when she took the paper and sat down to read1 leaving him in that awful muss1 the iron entered his soul4 ,yet he knew that was exactly the way he did1 and only yesterday when she asked him to get a pitcher of fresh water for dinner he had said3 8,it's a pity a man can't get a moment to rest without having to chore around the house40 8,keen baby up1 papa2 keen baby up60 reiterated ,toodles4 ,jack looked down at the greasy1 smeary child with its cream-matted curls and capitulated4 8,say1 ,jennie10 he called1 8,i'll give up4 ,i know when ,i'm worsted4 ,it's my treat4 ,if you'll come in here and help me out of this mix-up you can name your own price and ,i'll pay it4 ,i've worked all the morning and haven't done a blamed thing but get all balled up4 ,i never would have believed a woman had so much to do if ,i hadn't tried it4 ,i am dead sore at the whole deal40 8,why1 ,jack10 laughed his wife1 as she came to his assistance1 8you don't seem to like paper-flower work4 ,i guess you forgot to tie one hand behind you and so used both to throw time at the birds40 8,now see here1 ,jennie1 don't strike a man when he's down4 ,i'll admit that ,i'm not nearly so smart as ,i thought ,i was this morning1 but how things ever got in this shape ,i can't tell10 said ,jack with a grim smile4 ,together they soon brought order out of chaos1 and as they sat eating their picked-up dinner ,jack said3 8,if it is all the same to you1 ,jennie1 ,i'll finish the orchard this afternoon40--,the ,los ,angeles ,times4 ,a ,,bad ,,night ,,by ,j4 ,,ross ,,browne ,i gradually dropped off into a doze1 a mere doze1 for ,i scorn the charge of having slept a wink that night4 ,the grating of the grindstones1 the everlasting clatter of tongues1 the dust1 the chaff1 smoke1 and fleas1 to say nothing of the roar of the water down below1 were enough to banish all hope of sleep2 ,i merely closed my eyes to try how ridiculous it would feel4 ,how long they remained closed ,i scarcely know2 it was not long1 however1 for ,i soon heard a heavy breathing close by my head1 and felt the warm breath of some monster on my face4 ,i knew it to be no ,arab2 it blew and snuffed altogether unlike anything of the human kind4 ,thinking it might be all fancy1 ,i cautiously put out my hand in the dark and began to feel around me4 ,for some moments ,i could discover nothing1 but in waving my hand around ,i at length touched something--something that sent the blood flying back to my heart a good deal quicker than it ever flew before4 ,to tell the honest truth1 ,i never was so startled in all the previous adventures of my life4 ,the substance that ,i put my hand on was bare and warm2 it was wet also and slimy1 and had large nostrils which seemed to be in the act of smelling me1 previous to the act of mastication4 ,with the quickness of lightning ,i jerked up my hand1 and felt it glide along a skin covered with long rough hair2 the next instant my ears were stunned by the most dreadful noises1 which resembled1 as ,i thought in the horror of the moment1 the roaring of a full-grown lion4 ,but it was not the roaring of a lion2 it was only the braying of an ass4--,from ,the ,mill of ,malaha4 ,,an ,,unthankful ,,orphan ,,by ,,kate ,,langley ,,bosher ,my name is ,mary ,cary4 ,i live in the ,yorkburg ,female ,orphan ,asylum4 ,you may think nothing happens in an ,orphan ,asylum4 ,it does4 ,the orphans are sure enough children1 and real1 much like the kind that have ,mothers and ,fathers2 but though they don't give parties or wear truly ,paris clothes1 things happen4 ,to-day ,i was kept in4 ,yesterday1 too4 ,i don't mind1 for ,i would rather watch the lightning up here than be down in the basement with the others4 ,there are days when ,i love thunder and lightning4 ,i can't flash and crash1 being just ,mary ,cary2 but ,i'd like to1 and when it is done for me it is a relief to my feelings4 ,the reason ,i was kept in was this3 ,yesterday ,mr4 ,gaffney1 the one with a sunk eye and cold in his head perpetual1 came to talk to us for the benefit of our characters4 ,he thinks it's his duty1 and1 just naturally loving to talk1 he wears us out once a week anyhow4 ,yesterday1 not agreeing with what he said1 ,i wouldn't pretend ,i did1 and ,i was punished prompt1 of course4 ,i don't care for duty-doers1 and ,i tried not to listen to him2 but tiresome talk is hard not to hear--it makes you so mad4 ,hear him ,i did1 and when1 after he had ambled on until ,i thought he really was castor-oil and ,i had swallowed him1 he blew his nose and said3 8,you have much1 my children1 to be thankful for1 and for everything you should be thankful4 ,are you8 ,if so1 stand up4 ,rise1 and stand upon your feet40 ,i didn't rise4 ,all the others did--stood on their feet1 just like he asked4 ,none tried their heads4 ,i was the only one that sat1 and when his good eye stared at me in such astonishment1 ,i laughed out loud4 ,i couldn't help it1 ,i truly couldn't4 ,i'm not thankful for everything1 and that's why ,i didn't stand up4 ,can you be thankful for toothache1 or stomachache1 or any kind of ache8 ,you cannot4 ,and not meant to be1 either4 ,the room got awful still1 and then presently he said3 8,mary ,cary0--his voice was worse than his eye--8,mary ,cary1 do you mean to say you have not a thankful heart80 ,and he pointed his finger at me like ,i was the ,jezebel lady come to life4 ,i didn't answer1 thinking it safer1 and he asked again3 8,do ,i understand1 ,mary ,cary0--and by this time he was real red-in-the-face mad--8do ,i understand you are not thankful for all that comes to you8 ,do ,i understand aright80 8,yes1 sir1 you understand right10 ,i said1 getting up this time4 8,i am not thankful for everything in my life4 ,i'd be much thankfuller to have a ,mother and ,father on earth than to have them in heaven4 ,and there are a great many other things ,i would like different40 ,and down ,i sat1 and was kept in for telling the truth4 ,miss ,bray says it was for impertinence 7,miss ,bray is the ,head ,chief of this ,institution71 but ,i didn't mean to be impertinent4 ,i truly didn't4 ,speaking facts is apt to make trouble1 though--also writing them4 ,to-day ,miss ,bray kept me in for putting something on the blackboard ,i forgot to rub out4 ,i wrote it just for my own relief1 not thinking about anybody else seeing it4 ,what ,i wrote was this3 8,some people are crazy all the time2 ,all people are crazy sometimes40 ,that's why ,i'm up in the punishment-room to-day1 and it only proves that what ,i wrote is right4 ,it's crazy to let people know you know how queer they are4 ,miss ,bray takes personal everything ,i do1 and when she saw that blackboard1 up-stairs she ordered me at once4 ,she loves to punish me1 and it's a pleasure ,i give her often4 ,she thinks she could run this earth better than it's being done1 and she walks around like she is the ,superintendent of most of it4 ,but she's taught me a good deal about ,human ,nature1 ,miss ,bray has4 ,about the side ,i didn't know4 ,i think ,i will make a special study of ,human ,nature4 ,i thought once ,i'd take up ,botany in particular1 as ,i love flowers2 or ,astronomy1 so as to find out all about those million worlds in the sky1 so superior to earth1 and so much larger2 but ,i think1 now1 ,i'll settle on ,human ,nature4 ,nobody ever knows what it is going to do1 which makes it full of surprises1 but there's a lot that's real interesting about it4 ,i like it4 ,as for its ,bray side1 ,i'll try not to think about it2 but if there are puddles1 ,i guess it's well to know where1 so as not to step in them4 ,i wish we didn't have to know about puddles and things6 ,i'd so much rather know little and be happy than find out the miserable much some people do4 ,god is going to have a hard time with ,miss ,bray4 ,she's right old to change1 and she's set in her ways--bad ways4 ,did you know ,i wrote poetry8 ,umhm4 ,i do4 ,last week ,i wrote one4 ,this is it3 8,in the winter1 by the fireside1 when the snow falls soft and white1 ,i am waiting1 hoping1 longing1 but for what ,i don't know quite4 ,and when summer's sunshine shimmers1 and the birds sing clear and sweet1 ,i am waiting1 always waiting1 for the joy ,i hope to meet4 8,it will be1 ,i think1 my husband1 and the home he'll make for me2 ,but of his coming or home-making1 ,i as yet no signs do see4 ,but ,i still shall keep on waiting1 for ,i know it's true as fate1 ,when you really1 truly hustle1 things will come if just you'll wait40 ,miss ,bray was to get married4 ,when ,i grow up ,i am going to marry a million-dollar man1 so ,i can travel around the world and have a house in ,paris with twenty bathrooms in it4 ,and ,i'm going to have horses and automobiles and a private car and balloons1 if they are working all right by that time4 ,i hope they will be1 for ,i want something in which ,i can soar up and sit and look down on other people4 ,all my life people have looked down on me1 passing me by like ,i was a ,juny bug or a caterpillar1 and ,i don't wonder4 ,i'm merely ,mary ,cary with fifty-eight more just like me4 ,blue calico1 white dots for winter1 white calico1 blue dots for summer4 ,black sailor hats and white sailor hats with blue capes for cold weather1 and no fire to dress by1 and freezing fingers when it's cold1 and no ice-water when it's hot4 ,yes1 ,i am going to marry a rich man4 ,i will try to love him1 but if ,i can't ,i will be polite to him and travel alone as much as possible4 ,but ,i am going to be rich some day1 ,i am4 ,and when ,i come back to ,yorkburg eyes will bulge1 for the clothes ,i am going to wear will make mouths water1 they're going to be so grand4 ,it seems like every time ,miss ,katherine goes away from the ',sylum ,i'd be bad4 ,last time she hadn't been gone two days till ,i'd invented more trouble4 ,it was this way3 ,in the summer we have much more time than in the winter1 and the children kept coming to me asking me to make up something1 and all of a sudden a play came in my mind4 ,i just love acting4 ,the play was to be the marriage of ,dr4 ,rudd and ,miss ,bray4 ,you see1 ,miss ,bray is dead in love with ,dr4 ,rudd--really addled about him4 ,and whenever he comes to see any of the children who are sick she is so solitious and sweet and smiley that we call her1 to ourselves1 ,ipecac ,mollie4 ,other days1 plain ,mollie ,cottontail4 ,it seemed to me if we could just think him into marrying her1 it would be the best work we'd ever done1 and ,i thought it was worth trying4 ,they say if you just think and think and think about a thing you can make somebody else think about it1 too4 ,and not liking ,dr4 ,rudd1 we didn't mind thinking her on him1 and so we began4 ,every day we'd meet for an hour and think together1 and each one promised to think single1 and in between times we got ready4 ,becky ,drake says love goes hard late in life1 and sometimes touches the brain4 ,maybe that accounts for ,miss ,bray4 ,she is fifty-three years old1 and all frazzled out and done up with adjuncts4 ,but ,dr4 ,rudd1 being a man with not even usual sense1 and awful conceited1 don't see what we see1 and swallows easy4 ,men are funny--funny as some women4 ,i don't think he's ever thought of courting ,miss ,bray4 ,but she's thought of it1 and for once we tried to help her1 and the play was a corker2 it certainly was4 ,we chose ,friday night because ,miss ,jones always takes tea with her aunt that night1 and ,miss ,bray goes to choir practicing4 ,i wish everybody could hear her sing6 ,gabriel ought to engage her to wake the dead--only they'd want to die again4 ,dr4 ,rudd is in the choir1 and she just lives on having ,friday nights to look forward to4 ,the ceremony took place in the basement-room where we play in bad weather4 ,it's across from the dining-room1 the kitchen being between1 and it's a right nice place to march in1 being long and narrow4 ,i was the preacher1 and ,prudence ,arch and ,nita ,polley1 ,emma ,clark and ,margaret ,witherspoon were the bridesmaids4 ,lizzie ,wyatt was the bride1 and ,katie ,freeman1 who is the tallest girl in the house1 though only fourteen1 was the groom4 ,katie is so thin she would do as well for one thing in this life as another1 so we made her ,dr4 ,rudd4 ,we didn't have but two men4 ,miss ,webb says they're really not necessary at weddings1 except the groom and minister4 ,nobody notices them1 and1 besides1 we couldn't get the pants4 ,i was an ,episcopal minister1 so ,i wouldn't need any4 ,if anybody thinks that wedding was slumpy1 they think wrong4 ,it was thrilly4 ,when the bride and groom and the bridesmaids came in1 all the girls were standing in rows on either side of the walls1 making an aisle in between1 and they sang a wedding-song ,i had invented from my heart4 ,it was to the ,lohengrin tune1 which is a little wobbly for words1 but they got them in all right1 keeping time with their hands4 ,these are the words3 ,here comes the bride1 ,god save the groom6 ,and please don't let any chil-i-il-dren come1 ,for they don't know ,how children feel1 ,nor do they know how with children to deal4 ,she's still an old maid1 ,though she would not have been ,could she have mar-ri-ed any kind of man4 ,but she could not4 ,so to the ,humane ,she came1 and caus-ed a good deal of pain4 ,but now she's here ,to be married1 and go ,away with her red-headed1 red-bearded beau4 ,have mercy1 ,lord1 ,and help him to bear ,what we've been doing this many a year6 ,and such singing6 ,we'd been practicing in the back part of the yard1 and humming in bed1 so as to get the words into the tune2 but we hadn't let out until that night4 ,that night we let go4 ,there's nothing like singing from your heart1 and1 though ,i was the minister and stood on a box which was shaky1 ,i sang too4 ,i led4 ,the bride didn't think it was modest to hold up her head1 and she was the only silent one4 ,but the bridegroom and bridesmaids sang1 and it sounded like the revivals at the ,methodist church4 ,it was grand4 ,and that bride6 ,she was ,miss ,bray4 ,a graven image of her couldn't have been more like her4 ,she was stuffed in the right places1 and her hair was frizzled just like ,miss ,bray's4 ,frizzled in front1 and slick and tight in the back2 and her face was a purple pink1 and powdered all over1 with a piece of dough just above her mouth on the left side to correspond with ,miss ,bray's mole4 ,and she held herself so like her1 shoulders back1 and making that little nervous sniffle with her nose1 like ,miss ,bray makes when she's excited1 that once ,i had to wink at her to stop4 ,the groom didn't look like ,dr4 ,rudd4 ,but she wore men's clothes1 and that's the only way you'd know some men were men1 and almost anything will do for a groom4 ,nobody noticed him4 ,we were getting on just grand1 and ,i was marrying away1 telling them what they must do and what they mustn't do4 ,particularly that they mustn't get mad and leave each other1 for ,yorkburg was very old-fashioned and didn't like changes1 and would rather stick to its mistakes than go back on its word4 ,and then ,i turned to the bride4 8,miss ,bray10 ,i said1 8have you told this man you are marrying that you are two-faced and underhand1 and can't be trusted to tell the truth8 ,have you told him that nobody loves you1 and that for years you have tried to pass for a lamb1 when you are an old sheep8 ,and does he know that though you're a good manager on little and are not lazy1 that your temper's been ruined by economizing1 and that at times1 if you were dead1 there'd be no place for you8 ,peter wouldn't pass you1 and the devil wouldn't stand you4 ,and does he know he's buying a pig in a bag1 and that the best wedding present he could give you would be a set of new teeth8 ,and will you promise to stop pink powder and clean your finger-nails every day8 ,and--0 ,but ,i got no further1 for something made me look up1 and there1 standing in the door1 was the real ,miss ,bray4 ,all ,i said was--8,let us pray60--,abridged from 8,mary ,cary10 copyrighted by ,the ,century ,company1 ,new ,york1 and used by the kind consent of author and publisher4 ,a ,,christmas ,,present ,,for ,a ,,lady ,,by ,,myra ,,kelly ,it was the week before ,christmas1 and the ,first-,reader ,class had1 almost to a man1 decided on the gifts to be lavished on 8,teacher40 ,but ,morris ,mogilewsky1 whose love for ,teacher was far greater than the combined loves of all the other children1 had as yet no present to bestow4 ,the knowledge saddened all his hours and was the more maddening because it could in no wise be shared by ,teacher1 who noticed his altered bearing and tried with all sorts of artful beguilements to make him happy and at ease4 ,but her efforts served only to increase his unhappiness and his love4 ,and he loved her6 ,oh1 how he loved her6 ,since first his dreading eyes had clung for a breath's space to her 8like man's shoes0 and had then crept timidly up to her 8light face10 she had been mistress of his heart of hearts4 ,that was more than three months ago4 ,and well he remembered the day6 ,his mother had washed him horribly1 and had taken him into the big1 red schoolhouse1 so familiar from the outside1 but so full of unknown terrors within4 ,he was then dragged through long halls and up tall stairs by a large boy1 who spoke to him disdainfully as 8greenie10 so that his spirit was quite broken and his nerves were all unstrung when he was pushed into a room full of bright sunshine and of children who laughed at his frightened little face4 ,the sunshine smote his timid eyes1 the laughter smote his timid heart1 and he turned to flee4 ,but the door was shut1 the large boy gone1 and despair took him for its own4 ,down upon the floor he dropped1 and wailed1 and wept1 and kicked4 ,it was then that he heard1 for the first time1 the voice which now he loved4 8,why1 my dear little chap1 you mustn't cry like that4 ,what's the matter80 ,the hand was gentle and the question kind1 and these1 combined with a faint perfume suggestive of drug-stores and barber-shops--but nicer than either--made him uncover his hot little face4 ,kneeling beside him was a lady1 and he forced his eyes to that perilous ascent2 from shoes to skirt1 from skirt to jumper1 from jumper to face1 they trailed in dread uncertainty1 but at the face they stopped4 ,they had found--rest4 ,morris allowed himself to be gathered into the lady's arms1 and held upon her knee1 and when his sobs no longer rent the very foundations of his pink and wide-spread tie1 he answered her question in a voice as soft as his eyes1 and as gently sad4 8,i ain't so big1 and ,i don't know where is my mamma40 ,thereafter he had been the first to arrive every morning1 and the last to leave every afternoon2 and under the care of ,teacher1 his liege lady1 he had grown in wisdom and love and happiness4 ,but the greatest of these was love4 ,and now1 when the other boys and girls were planning surprises and gifts of price for ,teacher1 his hands were as empty as his heart was full4 ,appeal to his mother met with denial prompt and energetic4 8,for what you go und make1 over ,christmas1 presents80 8,all the other fellows buys her presents1 und ,i'm loving mit her too2 it's polite ,i gives her presents the while ,i'm got such a kind feeling over her10 said ,morris stoutly4 8,well1 we ain't got no money for buy nothings10 said ,mrs4 ,mogilewsky sadly4 8,no money1 und your papa1 he has all times a scare he shouldn't to get no more40 ,so ,morris was helpless1 his mother poor1 and ,teacher all unknowing4 ,and now the great day1 the ,friday before ,christmas1 came1 and the school was1 for the first half-hour1 quite mad4 ,room #ah1 generally so placid and so peaceful1 was a howling wilderness full of brightly colored1 quickly changing groups of children1 all whispering1 all gurgling1 and all hiding queer bundles4 ,isidore ,belchatosky was the first to lay tribute before ,teacher4 ,he came forward with a sweet smile and a tall candlestick1 and ,teacher1 for a moment1 could not be made to understand that all that length of bluish-white china was really hers 8for keeps40 8,it's to-morrow holiday10 ,isidore assured her2 8and we gives you presents1 the while we have a kind feeling4 ,candlesticks could to cost twenty-five cents40 8,it's a lie6 three for ten10 said a voice in the background2 but ,teacher hastened to respond to ,isidore's test of her credulity4 8,indeed1 they could4 ,this candlestick could have cost fifty cents1 and it's just what ,i want4 ,it is very good of you to bring me a present40 8,you're welcome10 said ,isidore1 retiring4 ,and then1 the ice being broken1 the ,first-,reader ,class in a body rose to cast its gifts on ,teacher's desk1 and its arms around ,teacher's neck4 ,nathan ,horowitz presented a small cup and saucer2 ,isidore ,applebaum bestowed a large calendar for the year before last2 ,sadie ,gonorowsky brought a basket containing a bottle of perfume1 a thimble1 and a bright silk handkerchief2 ,sarah ,schrodsky offered a pen-wiper and a yellow celluloid collarbutton1 and ,eva ,kidansky gave an elaborate nasal douche1 under the pleasing delusion that it was an atomizer4 ,jacob ,spitsky pressed forward with a tortoise-shell comb of terrifying aspect and hungry teeth1 and an air showing forth a determination to adjust it in its destined place4 ,teacher meekly bowed her head2 ,jacob forced his offering into her long-suffering hair1 and then retired with the information 8,costs fifteen cents1 ,teacher40 ,meanwhile the rush of presentation went steadily on4 ,cups and saucers came in wild profusion4 ,the desk was covered with them4 ,the soap1 too1 became urgently perceptible4 ,it was of all sizes1 shapes and colors1 but of uniform and dreadful power of perfume4 ,teacher's eyes filled with tears--of gratitude--as each new piece or box was pressed against her nose1 and ,teacher's mind was full of wonder as to what she could ever do with it all4 ,bottles of perfume vied with one another and with the all-pervading soap1 until the air was heavy and breathing grew laborious4 ,but pride swelled the hearts of the assembled multitude4 ,no other ,teacher had so many helps to the toilet4 ,none other was so beloved4 ,when the wastepaper basket had been twice filled with wrappings and twice emptied2 when order was emerging out of chaos2 when the ,christmas-tree had been disclosed and its treasures distributed1 a timid hand was laid on ,teacher's knee and a plaintive voice whispered1 8,say1 ,teacher1 ,i got something for you02 and ,teacher turned quickly to see ,morris1 her dearest boy charge4 8,now1 ,morris dear10 said ,teacher1 8you shouldn't have troubled to get me a present2 you know you and ,i are such good friends that--0 8,teacher1 yiss1 ma'am10 ,morris interrupted1 in a bewitching and rising inflection of his soft and plaintive voice4 8,i know you got a kind feeling by me1 and ,i couldn't to tell even how ,i got a kind feeling by you4 ,only it's about that kind feeling ,i should give you a present4 ,i didn't0--with a glance at the crowded desk--8,i didn't to have no soap nor no perfumery1 and my mamma she couldn't to buy none by the store2 but1 ,teacher1 ,i'm got something awful nice for you by present40 8,and what is it1 deary80 asked the already rich and gifted young person4 8,what is my new present80 8,teacher1 it's like this3 ,i don't know2 ,i ain't so big like ,i could to know0--and1 truly1 ,god pity him6 he was passing small--8it ain't for boys--it's for ladies4 ,over yesterday on the night comes my papa to my house1 und he gives my mamma the present4 ,sooner she looks on it1 sooner she has a awful glad2 in her eyes stands tears1 und she says1 like that--out of ,jewish--#8,thanks1' un' she kisses my papa a kiss4 ,und my papa1 how he is polite6 ,he says--out of ,jewish1 too--#8you're welcome1 all right1' un' he kisses my mamma a kiss4 ,so my mamma1 she sets und looks on the present1 und all the time she looks she has a glad over it4 ,und ,i didn't to have no soap1 so you could to have the present40 8,but did your mother say ,i might80 8,teacher1 no1 ma'am2 she didn't say like that1 und she didn't to say not like that4 ,she didn't to know4 ,but it's for ladies1 un' ,i didn't to have no soap4 ,you could to look on it4 ,it ain't for boys40 ,and here ,morris opened a hot little hand and disclosed a tightly folded pinkish paper4 ,as ,teacher read it he watched her with eager1 furtive eyes1 dry and bright1 until hers grew suddenly moist1 when his promptly followed suit4 ,as she looked down at him1 he made his moan once more3 8,it's for ladies1 and ,i didn't to have no soap40 8,but1 ,morris dear10 cried ,teacher1 unsteadily1 laughing a little1 and yet not far from tears1 8this is ever so much nicer than soap--a thousand times better than perfume2 and you're quite right1 it is for ladies1 and ,i never had one in all my life before4 ,i am so very thankful40 8,you're welcome1 all right4 ,that's how my papa says2 it's polite4 ,und my mamma10 he said insinuatingly--8she kisses my papa a kiss40 8,well80 said ,teacher4 8,well10 said ,morris1 8you ain't never kissed me a kiss1 und ,i seen how you kissed ,eva ,gonorowsky4 ,i'm loving mit you too4 ,why don't you never kiss me a kiss80 8,perhaps10 suggested ,teacher mischievously1 8perhaps it ain't for boys40 8,teacher1 yiss1 ma'am2 it's for boys10 he cried1 as he felt her arms about him1 and saw that in her eyes1 too1 8stands tears40 ,late that night ,teacher sat in her pretty room and reviewed her treasures4 ,she saw that they were very numerous1 very touching1 very whimsical1 and very precious4 ,but above all the rest she cherished a frayed and pinkish paper1 rather crumpled and a little soiled4 ,for it held the love of a man and a woman and a little child1 and the magic of a home1 for ,morris ,mogilewsky's ,christmas present for ladies was the receipt for a month's rent for a room on the top floor of a ,monroe ,street tenement4--,from 8,little ,citizens10 copyrighted by ,doubleday1 ,page ,co41 ,new ,york1 and used by arrangement4 ,,the ,,camp-,,meeting ,,at ,,bluff ,,springs ,,by ,,justin ,,truitt ,,bishop ,bascom ,barnard paused on the kitchen steps1 and looked in at the door with suspicion and irritation in his eyes4 8,bakin' chickens1 air ye80 he asked4 8,now ,i'd like to know what ye're wastin' chickens fur at this rate8 ,an' pies an' lightbread an' puddin'1 well the land1 ,ma' ,jane1 did ye think we was millionaires80 8,i didn't know but ye'd change your mind about goin' over to the camp-meetin' an' it would help along to have most of the cookin' for ,sunday done at home10 she said humbly4 8,it does seem to me1 ,ma' ,jane1 that it takes more talkin' to convince you of anything1 than any other seventeen women ,i ever have saw4 ,i've tol' you every day for the last week that we warn't goin' to that dratted camp-meetin'--that we couldn't both leave1 and ,i was bound to go over to the corners and see ,bink ,denny about that land--that a woman's business was at home1 stid of gallivantin' 'round the country 'tendin' camp-meetin's2 cain't you ever learn anything1 ,ma' ,jane80 ,ma' ,jane shut the oven door and stood up2 she wiped the perspiration from her face with a checked apron4 8,i've been hopin' for years that they'd have a camp-meetin' near enough for me to go4 ,i've not 'tended since ,i was a girl4 ,mother always had a tent an' you was glad enough to come to camp-meetin' then1 ,bascom1 an' this one's not more'n six miles away--an' ,i want to go40 8,well1 you know good an' well you cain't4 ,somebody's got to stay on this place to take keer o' things--an' since it cain't be me1 it's got to be you40 8,mary ,hopkins tol' me she'd save one end of her tent for me2 it's built o' boards--two rooms and a hall between--an' there's a big shed at the back for a dining-room1 an' ,i wanted to go worse'n ,i ever wanted to go anywheres1 ,i guess40 8,fur's that's concerned1 ,i reckon ,i wanted to go1 but you don't see me throwin' our livin' away so's ,i could gallop off to every camp-meetin' that comes along1 do ye8 8,i won't be back for three days10 he stated1 as he went away4 ,in deep silence ,ma' ,jane sat down and looked at the kitchen table4 ,it was heaped with the good things she had prepared for the great ,sunday dinner at the camp-ground1 where it was the joy of every tenter to keep open house and entertain all who would come4 ,true1 ,bascom had said all along that they could not go1 yet she had gone on cooking and planning4 ,she had even packed most of the things which she would need for housekeeping in the other end of ,mary ,hopkins's tent4 ,ma' ,jane went out to the barn and looked at the cows1 which were ready to eat again1 having been fed fully an hour before4 8,drat ye10 said she vindictively4 ,coming from ,ma' ,jane1 this might have been considered mild profanity4 ,her heart stood still for a moment1 then she wept remorsefully on the outstretched nose of the nearest cow4 8,it's about time ,i was goin' to camp-meetin'10 she said4 8,if ,i ain't gettin' to be a heathen1 ,i dunno who is40 ,as she slowly walked out of the barn1 the two cows followed her1 and it was at the barn-door that an inspiration came to ,ma' ,jane ,barnard4 ,her face paled a moment1 and then flushed crimson4 ,she put her hand to her throat--8them cows lead like dogs10 she whispered4 ,bascom ,barnard's work at the corners was over in less time than he had contemplated4 ,in fact1 he met ,bink ,denny coming out of the 8,first and ,last ,chance0 in such a state of intoxication that ,bascom was glad to tear himself away and set forth on the homeward road4 ,he went slowly and sorrowfully1 because if he went home1 ,ma' ,jane would insist on going to camp-meeting and he would be left alone over ,sunday4 ,the few times when he had been left to look after the house had been brief but memorable4 ,of course1 it was no trouble for ,ma' ,jane to run the place4 ,she was already reconciled to the staying at home now1 anyway1 and did not expect to go to the camp-meeting4 ,bascom was silent on his way home--only two or three miles off the road--and he really felt that it would do him good to see what a camp-meeting was like once more4 ,he felt that he might finish up the day there at any rate1 and then go home and give ,ma' ,jane a chance2 or he might stay over ,sunday at the camp-grounds1 and then go back to the corners1 find ,bink ,denny sober1 and transact his business according to the first arrangement4 ,bascom ,barnard turned into the road that led to ,bluff ,springs4 ,the sound of hammering and sawing1 and the merry clatter of tongues proclaimed the camp-ground before he was in sight of it4 ,he rode into the busy little city where board and canvas tents were going up like magic4 ,brother ,wilkins1 the minister1 called cheerfully3 8,hello1 ,brother ,barnard1 where's ,sister ,barnard1 ain't she coming80 8,she kinder thot she wouldn't come4 ,ma' ,jane sets a lot o' store by the cows and things1 ye see--so she reckoned she'd stay40 ,he rode hurriedly down the line of tents1 where a fire of questions met him at every turn4 8,i jes couldn't get ,ma' ,jane to come10 he explained to ,miss ,mirandy ,barr4 8,it don't suit her to come away and leave things at six's and seven's1 as she says1 so she jes stays by the stuff1 ,ma' ,jane does40 ,bascom ,barnard began helping people to get their tents in order4 ,before noon1 he told his friends that ,ma' ,jane didn't know what she was missing1 and immediately after dinner--chicken-pie and fixin's--if they thought it would do any good1 he would go after ,ma' ,jane yet and make her come1 whether or no4 ,just before the afternoon service1 he said it was an awful mistake to have a body's mind on worldly things4 ,in the still hours of the night ,bascom reasoned it out4 ,he had not treated himself to a holiday this many a year1 and now he felt he was entitled to one4 ,ma' ,jane could take hers some other time2 besides1 a woman's work was never wearin' like a man's--keepin' house was like play compared with what he had been called upon to do4 ,he turned over on the fragrant hay mattress1 with which ,sister ,clark had provided him1 and went comfortably to sleep4 ,the clear notes of a horn roused everybody for the sunrise prayer-meeting1 and ,bascom hurried arbor-wards with the others4 8,will ,brother ,barnard please lead us in prayer80 said the minister1 when the first hymn had been sung4 ,brother ,barnard found himself on his knees stumbling over a few familiar phrases2 as he went on he gained confidence and his voice became assured4 ,he remarked upon the fact that our days are few and evil4 ,after a few similar remarks1 he got in full swing--time was no object--scraps of forgotten phrases from prayers heard in his youth tumbled forth in picturesque confusion4 ,the hour for prayer-meeting to close had come when he began to pray for the heathen1 and this took time of itself4 ,when he had worked around to the sinful and depraved of our own land1 everybody would have been impatient1 but for the fact that something had happened--something that ,bascom could not see1 as his eyes were shut4 ,there were some who kept their eyes open when they prayed2 these nudged each other excitedly4 8,an' now1 ,lord10 pleaded ,brother ,bascom ,barnard1 pounding the bench in front of him with a clenched fist1 8be with all that's near and dear to them that's gathered here to worship ,thee4 ,be with them that's stayed by the stuff--an' if they've stayed away from this blessed place because they're cold or hard-hearted--as we fear some of 'em has--,o ,lord1 melt their hearts of stone an' make 'em see that they're hangin' over eternal punishment prepared for the devil and his angels40 8,amen10 said a clear voice1 undeniably feminine1 which seemed in some unaccountable way to come from the wrong direction4 ,bascom was kneeling in the sawdust near the altar1 and facing the congregation4 ,the voice came from behind him4 ,involuntarily he looked back over his shoulder4 ,at the same moment a faint giggle arose somewhere down among the benches where the congregation was kneeling4 ,an old horse and wagon had drawn up close at the edge of the arbor1 and ,ma' ,jane1 her best bonnet tied under her chin1 held the reins4 ,the wagon was piled high with a medley of things pertaining to housekeeping4 ,three coops of excited chickens topped the pile1 the anxious mewing of a cat came from a basket behind the seat1 and tied to the back of the wagon were two cows1 both intimating that something to eat would be quite acceptable4 ,under the wagon sat the black puppy1 its astonished head to one side as it viewed its master under these unaccustomed circumstances4 ,every one had arisen and was looking with might and main4 ,the minister hastily pronounced the benediction4 8,i'm sorry to move in on ,sunday10 explained ,ma' ,jane1 8but it's took me all night to get ready an' to come4 ,my husband couldn't help me because he was over to the corners1 makin' a trade with ,bink ,denny4 ,i warn't goin' to stay at home tendin' the cows and things while camp-meetin' was goin' on only six miles away1 so ,i brung 'em all along4 ',long as ,bascom's not here1 if some of you would help me unload at ,mary ,hopkins's tent1 ,i'd be thankful1 an' you'll take dinner with me to-day1 ,brother ,wilkins--an' as many more as can crowd in40 ,that dinner in the other end of ,mary ,hopkins's tent1 was a thing long to be remembered4 ,bascom crept meekly in after awhile and offered himself at least as a guest4 ,but ,ma' ,jane remarked dryly1 8,my husband not bein' here1 ,i reckon ,i can't take you in--,i ain't makin' no new acquaintances40 ,he went away and ate with ,miss ,mirandy ,barr1 who had corn-beef and cold potatoes for dinner4 ,somehow everything was different4 ,the minister's sermon on hypocrisy that afternoon was something terrible to hear1 and sounded personal to the last degree4 ,another meal at ,miss ,mirandy ,barr's with a night on a pallet at ,sister ,clark's prepared ,bascom to enter upon another day with a chastened spirit1 but there was no relenting on the part of ,ma' ,jane4 ,between sermons he heard goodly sounds of cooking at her tent and1 wandering near1 smelled such odors as tore his very being asunder4 ,but he was an outcast there1 and might not hope to enter4 ,he listened to the sermons in gloomy silence2 his voice was not raised in the hymns4 ,but when the long day had worn itself out1 and the night service was going on1 he sat looking around on the scene from which it seemed that he was all at once shut out4 ,over there in the brightest light he saw ,ma' ,jane1 her face lifted1 her hands clasped in her lap4 ,he saw how gray she was getting and how shabby4 ,that best bonnet of hers had been bought fifteen years before1 and she had washed the ribbon and retrimmed it many times4 ,while he looked he saw the tears on her face too4 ,the hands she raised to wipe them were rough and hard2 how she must have worked6 ,the minister had turned towards him and looked into his eyes4 ,what he saw there decided him--8,will ,brother ,bascom ,barnard lead us in prayer80 ,and ,brother ,bascom ,barnard fell on his knees1 shaken with sobs4 8,the ,lord forgive us for bein' miserable fools10 he cried1 8an' give us a chance to try again an' see if we can't do better next time1 ,amen60 ,it was a very complete prayer2 after it was over ,bascom found a hand on his arm1 and there was ,ma' ,jane looking up at him4 8,i've got some chicken-pie saved up for you1 ,bascom10 she whispered4 ,and they went away toward the tent1 arm in arm1 walking where the shadows of the trees lay thickest4 8,it looks like we're goin' to have a great meetin'10 he said1 stumbling4 8,i'm awful glad you got a chance to come1 ,ma' ,jane40 ,,the ,,catacombs ,,of ,,palermo ,j4 ,,ross ,,browne ,chief among the wonders of ,palermo are the ,catacombs of the ,capuchin ,convent1 near to ,porta d',ossuna4 ,it is said to be a place of great antiquity2 many of the bodies have been preserved in it for centuries1 and still retain much of their original freshness4 ,entering the ancient and ruinous court of the convent1 distant about a mile from the city1 ,i was conducted by a ghostly-looking monk through some dark passages to the subterranean apartments of the dead4 ,it was not my first visit to a place of this kind1 but ,i must confess the sight was rather startling4 ,it was like a revel of the dead--a horrible1 grinning1 ghastly exhibition of skeleton forms1 sightless eyes1 and shining teeth1 jaws distended1 and bony hands outstretched2 heads without bodies1 and bodies without heads--the young1 the old1 the brave1 the once beautiful and gay1 all mingled in the ghastly throng4 ,i walked through long subterranean passages1 lined with the dead on both sides2 with a stealthy and measured tread ,i stepped1 for they seemed to stare at the intrusion1 and their skeleton fingers vibrated as if yearning to grasp the living in their embrace4 ,long rows of upright niches are cut into the walls on each side2 in every niche a skeleton form stands erect as in life1 habited in a robe of black2 the face1 hands1 and feet naked1 withered1 and of an ashy hue2 the grizzled beards still hanging in tufts from the jaws1 but matted and dry4 ,to each corpse is attached a label upon which is written the name and the date of decease1 and a cross or the image of the ,saviour4444 ,who was the prince here8 ,who was the great man1 or the proud man1 or the rich man8 ,the musty1 grinning1 ghastly skeleton in the corner seemed to chuckle at the thought1 and say to himself1 8,was it you1 there on the right1 you ugly1 noseless1 sightless1 disgusting thing8 ,was it you that rode in your fine carriage1 about a year ago1 and thought yourself so great when you ordered your coachman to drive over the beggar8 ,don't you see he is as handsome as you are now1 and as great a man2 you can't cut him down now1 my fine fellow6 ,and you1 there on the left4 ,what a nice figure you are1 with your fleshless shanks and your worm-eaten lips6 ,it was you that betrayed youth and beauty and innocence1 and brought yourself here at last to keep company with such wretches as ,i am4 ,why1 there is not a living thing now1 save the maggots1 that wouldn't turn away in disgust from you4 ,and you1 sir1 on the opposite side1 how proud you were the last time ,i saw you2 an officer of state1 a great man in power1 who could crush all below you1 and make the happy wife a widowed mourner1 and bring her little babes to starvation2 it was you who had innocent men seized and thrown into prison4 ,what can you do now8 ,the meanest wretch that mocks you in this vault of death is as good as you1 as strong1 as great1 as tall1 as broad1 as pretty a piece of mortality1 and a great deal nearer to heaven4 ,oh1 you are a nice set of fellows1 all mixing together without ceremony6 ,where are your rules of etiquette now2 your fashionable ranks1 and your plebeian ranks2 your thousands of admiring friends1 your throngs of jeweled visitors8 ,why1 the lowliest of us has as many visitors here1 and as many honest tears shed as you4 ,ha6 ,ha6 ,this is a jolly place1 after all2 we are all a jolly set of republicans1 and old ,death is our ,president40--,from 8,yusef1 or the ,journey of the ,frangi40 ,published by ,harper ,brothers and used by their kind permission4 ,,getting ,,ready ,,for ,,the ,,train ,,by ,,robert ,j4 ,,burdette ,when they reached the station1 ,mr4 and ,mrs4 ,man gazed in unspeakable disappointment at the receding train which was just pulling away from the station at the rate of about a thousand miles a minute4 ,their first impulse was to run after it1 but as the train was out of sight and whistling for the next station before they could act upon this impulse1 they remained in the auto and disconsolately turned homeward4 8,it all comes of having to wait for a woman to get ready60 8,i was ready before you were60 8,great heavens1 just listen to that6 ,and ,i sat out in the car ten minutes yelling for you to come along until the whole neighborhood heard me60 8,yes1 and every time ,i started down the stairs you sent me back after something you had forgotten40 ,mr4 ,man groaned4 8,this is too much to bear when everybody knows that if ,i were going to ,europe ,i would just rush in the house1 put on a clean shirt1 grab a grip and fly1 while you would want at least six months to get ready in and then dawdle around the whole day of starting until every train had left town40 ,well1 the upshot of the matter was that the ,mans put off their visit to ,san ,diego until the next week1 when it was agreed that each one should get himself or herself ready1 get down to the train and go4 ,and the one who failed to get ready should be left4 ,the day of the match came around in due time4 ,the train was to leave at ten-thirty and ,mr4 ,man1 after attending to business1 came home at nine forty-five4 8,now1 then1 only three-quarters of an hour until train time4 ,fly around4 ,a fair field and no favors1 you know40 ,and away they flew4 ,mr4 ,man bulged into this room1 and rushed through that1 and into one closet after another1 with inconceivable chuckling under his breath all the time to think how cheap ,mrs4 ,man would feel when he started off alone4 ,he stopped on the way upstairs to pull off his heavy boots to save time4 ,for the same reason he pulled off his coat as he ran through the dining-room and hung it on the corner of the silver closet4 ,then he jerked off his vest as he ran through the hall and tossed it on a hook on the hatrack1 and by the time he reached his own room he was ready to plunge into clean clothes4 ,he pulled out a dresser drawer and began to paw among the things like a ,scotch terrier after a rat4 8,elinor1 where are my shirts80 8,in your dresser drawer40 8,well1 but they ain't4 ,i've pulled out every last thing and there isn't a thing ,i've ever seen before40 7,laughing47 8,these things scattered around on the floor are all mine2 perhaps you haven't been looking in your own drawer40 8,i don't see why you couldn't put my things out for me1 when you had nothing to do all morning40 8,because--because1 nobody put mine out4 ,a fair field and no favors1 my dear40 ,mr4 ,man plunged into his shirt4 8,gad1 no buttons on the neck60 8,because you have it on wrong side out40 ,when his head came through the clock struck ten4 8,where's my shirt studs80 8,in the shirt you just pulled off40 ,mrs4 ,man put on her gloves while ,mr4 ,man hunted up and down the room for his cuff buttons4 8,elinor1 ,i believe you must know where those buttons are40 8,i didn't see them4 ,didn't you leave them on the window-sill in the living-room last night80 ,mr4 ,man remembered1 and down the stairs he flew4 ,he stepped on one of his boots and was immediately landed at the foot of the stairs with neatness and dispatch1 attended in the transmission with more bumps than he could count4 8,are you nearly ready1 dear80 ,the unhappy man groaned4 8,can't you throw me down my other boot80 ,mrs4 ,man pitifully kicked it down to him4 8,my valise80 8,in your dressing-room40 8,packed80 8,i do not know2 unless you packed it yourself probably not4 ,i had hardly time to pack my own40 ,she was passing out of the gate when the door opened and he shouted3 8,where in the name of goodness did you put my vest8 ,it has all my money in it40 8,you threw it on the hatrack2 good-by1 dear40 ,before she reached the corner of the street she was hailed again4 8,elinor6 ,elinor ,man6 ,did you wear off my coat80 ,she paused after signaling the street car to stop1 and cried3 8,you threw it on the silver-closet10 and the street car engulfed her graceful form and she was seen no more4 ,but the neighbors say that they heard ,mr4 ,man charging up and down the house1 rushing out to the front door every now and then and shrieking up the deserted street after the unconscious ,mrs4 ,man to know where his hat was and where did she put the valise key1 and that there wasn't a linen collar in the house4 ,and when he went away at last he left the front door1 the kitchen door1 and side door1 all the down-stairs windows and front gate wide open1 and the loungers around the station were somewhat amused1 just as the train was pulling out of sight down in the yards1 to see a flushed1 perspiring man with his hat on sideways1 his vest unbuttoned1 necktie flying1 and his grip flapping open and shut like a demented shutter on a ,march night1 and a doorkey in his hand1 dash wildly across the platform and halt in the middle of the track1 glaring in dejected1 impatient1 wrathful mortification at the departing train1 and shaking his fist at the pretty woman who was throwing kisses at him from the rear platform of the last car4 8,a fair field and no favors1 my dear60 ,a ,,startling ,,adventure ,,by ,j4 ,,ross ,,browne ,i descended several of these shafts rather to oblige my friend1 the ,judge1 than to satisfy any curiosity ,i had on the subject myself4 ,this thing of being dropped down two hundred feet into the bowels of the earth in wooden buckets1 and hoisted out by blind horses attached to 8whims10 may be very amusing to read about1 but ,i have enjoyed pleasanter modes of locomotion4 ,there was one shaft in particular that left an indelible impression upon my mind--so much so1 indeed1 that ,i am astonished every hair in my head is not quite gray4 ,it was in the ,san ,antonia1 a mine in which the ,judge held an interest in connection with a worthy ,norwegian by the name of ,jansen4 ,as ,i had traveled in ,norway1 ,jansen was enthusiastic in his devotion to my enjoyment--declared he would go down with me himself and show me everything worth seeing--even to the lower level just opened4 ,while ,i was attempting to frame an excuse the honest ,norwegian had lighted a couple of candles1 given directions to one of the 8boys0 to look out for the old blind horse attached to the 8whim0 and now stood ready at the mouth of the shaft to guide me into the subterranean regions4 8,mr4 ,jansen10 said ,i1 looking with horror at the rickety wooden bucket and the flimsy little rope that was to hold us suspended between the surface of the earth and eternity1 8is that rope strong80 8,well1 ,i think it's strong enough to hold us10 replied ,jansen2 8it carries a ton of ore4 ,we don't weigh a ton1 ,i guess40 8,but the bucket looks fearfully battered4 ,and who can vouch that the old horse won't run away and let us down by the run80 8,oh1 sir1 he's used to it4 ,that horse never runs4 ,you see1 he's fast asleep now4 ,he sleeps all along on the down turn4 ,it's the up turn that gets him40 8,mr4 ,jansen10 said ,i1 8all that may be true2 but suppose the bucket should catch and drop us out80 8,well1 sometimes it catches2 but nobody's been hurt bad yet2 one man fell fifteen feet perpendicular4 ,he lit on the top of his head40 8,wasn't he killed80 8,no2 he was only stunned a little4 ,there was a buzzing about among his brains for a few days after2 he's at work down below now1 as well as ever40 8,mr4 ,jansen1 upon the whole ,i think ,i'd rather go down by the ladder1 if it's all the same to you40 8,certainly1 sir1 suit yourself2 only the ladder's sort o' broke in spots1 and you'll find it a tolerably hard climb down2 how-so-ever1 ,i'll go ahead and sing out when ,i come to bad places40 ,with this the ,norwegian disappeared4 ,i looked down after him4 ,the shaft was about four feet square2 rough1 black and dismal1 with a small1 flickering light1 apparently a thousand feet below1 making the darkness visible4 ,it was almost perpendicular2 the ladders stood against the near side1 perched on ledges or hanging together by means of chafed and ragged-looking ropes4 ,i regretted that ,i had not taken ,jansen's advice and committed myself to the bucket2 but it was now too late4 ,with a hurried glance at the bright world around me1 a thought of home and unhappy conditions of widows and orphans1 as a general thing1 ,i seized the rungs of the ladder and took the irrevocable dive4 ,down ,i crept1 rung after rung1 ladder after ladder1 in the black darkness1 with the solid walls of rock pressing the air close around me4 ,sometimes ,i heard the incoherent muttering of voices below1 but could make nothing of them4 ,perhaps ,jansen was warning me of breaks in the ladder2 perhaps his voice was split up by the rocks and sounded like many voices2 or it might be there were gnomes whisking about in the dark depths below4 ,down and still down ,i crept1 slower and slower1 for ,i was getting tired1 and ,i fancied there might be poisonous gases in the air4 ,when ,i had reached the depth of a thousand feet1 as it seemed1 but about a hundred and forty as it was in reality1 the thought occurred to me that ,i was beginning to get alarmed4 ,in truth ,i was shaking like a man with the ague4 ,suppose ,i should become nervous and lose my hold on the ladder8 ,the very idea was enough to make me shaky4 ,there was an indefinite extent of shaft underneath1 black1 narrow and scraggy1 with a solid base of rock at the bottom4 ,i did not wonder that it caused a buzzing of the brain to fall fifteen feet and light on top of the head4 ,my brain was buzzing already1 and ,i had not fallen yet4 ,but the prospect to that effect was getting better and better every moment1 for ,i was now quite out of breath1 and had to stop and cling around the ladder to avoid falling4 ,the longer ,i stood this way the more certain it became that ,i should lose my balance and topple over4 ,with a desperate effort ,i proceeded1 step after step1 clinging desperately to the frail wood-work as the drowning man clings to a straw1 gasping for breath1 the cold sweat streaming down my face1 and my jaws chattering audibly4 ,the breaks in the ladder were getting fearfully common4 ,sometimes ,i found two rungs gone1 sometimes six or seven1 and then ,i had to slide down by the sides till my feet found a resting-place on another rung or some casual ledge of rock4 ,to ,jansen1 or the miners who worked down in the shaft every day1 all of this1 of course1 was mere pastime4 ,they knew every break and resting-place2 and besides1 familiarity with any particular kind of danger blunts the sense of it4 ,i am confident that ,i could make the same trip now without experiencing any unpleasant sensation4 ,by good fortune ,i at length reached the bottom of the shaft1 where ,i found my ,norwegian friend and some three or four workmen quietly awaiting my arrival4 ,a bucket of ore1 containing some five or six hundred pounds1 was ready to be hoisted up4 ,it was very nice-looking ore1 and very rich ore1 as ,jansen assured me2 but what did ,i care about ore till ,i got the breath back again into my body8 8,stand from under1 sir10 said ,jansen1 dodging into a hole in the rocks2 8a chunk of ore might fall out1 or the bucket might give way40 ,stand from under8 ,where in the name of sense was a man to stand in such a hole as this1 not more than six or eight feet square at the base1 with a few dark chasms in the neighborhood through which it was quite possible to be precipitated into the infernal regions8 ,however1 ,i stood as close to the wall as was possible without backing clean into it4 ,the bucket of ore having gone up out of sight1 ,i was now introduced to the ledge upon which the men were at work4 ,it was about four feet thick1 clearly defined1 and apparently rich in the precious metals4 ,in some specimens which ,i took out myself gold was visible to the naked eye4 ,the indications of silver were also well marked4 ,this was at a depth of a hundred and seventy-five feet4 ,at the bottom of this shaft there was a loose flooring of rafters and planks4 8,if you like10 said ,jansen1 8we'll go down here and take a look at the lower drift4 ,they've just struck the ledge about forty feet below40 8,are the ladders as good as those above1 ,mr4 ,jansen80 ,i inquired4 8,oh1 yes1 sir2 they're all good2 some of the lower ones may be busted a little with the blastin'2 but there's two men down there4 ,guess they got down somehow40 8,to tell you the truth1 ,mr4 ,jansen1 ,i'm not curious about the lower drift4 ,you can show me some specimens of the ore1 and that will be quite satisfactory40 8,yes1 sir1 but ,i'd like you to see the vein where the drift strikes it4 ,it's really beautiful40 ,a beautiful sight down in this region was worth looking at1 so ,i succumbed4 ,jansen lifted up the planks1 told the men to cover us well up as soon as we had disappeared1 in order to keep the ore from the upper shaft from tumbling on our heads1 and then1 diving down1 politely requested me to follow4 ,i had barely descended a few steps when the massive rafters and planks were thrown across overhead and thus all exit to the outer world was cut off4 ,there was an oppressive sensation in being so completely isolated from the outside world--barred out1 as it were1 from the surface of the earth4 ,yet how many there are who spend half their lives in such a place for a pittance of wages which they squander in dissipation6 ,surely it is worth four dollars a day to work in these dismal holes4 ,bracing my nerves with such thoughts as these1 ,i scrambled down the rickety ladders till the last rung seemed to have disappeared4 ,i probed about with a spare leg for a landing place1 but could touch neither top1 bottom nor sides4 ,the ladder was apparently suspended in space like ,mohammed's coffin4 8,come on1 sir10 cried the voice of ,jansen far down below4 8,they're going to blast40 ,pleasant1 if not picturesque1 to be hanging by two arms and one leg to a ladder1 squirming about in search of a foothold1 while somebody below was setting fire to a fuse with the design1 no doubt1 of blowing up the entire premises6 8,mr4 ,jansen10 said ,i1 in a voice of unnatural calmness1 while the big drops of agony stood on my brow1 8there's no difficulty in saying #8,come on1 sir6' but to do it without an inch more of ladder or anything else that ,i can see1 requires both time and reflection4 ,how far do you expect me to drop80 8,oh1 don't you let go1 sir4 ,just hang on to that rope at the bottom of the ladder1 and let yourself down40 ,i hung on as directed and let myself down4 ,it was plain sailing enough to one who knew the chart4 ,the ladder1 it seemed1 had been broken by a blast of rocks2 and now there was to be another blast4 ,we retired into a convenient hole about ten or a dozen paces from the deposit of ,hazard's powder4 ,the blast went off with a dead reverberation1 causing a concussion in the air that affected one like a shock of galvanism2 and then there was a diabolical smell of brimstone4 ,jansen was charmed at the result4 ,a mass of the ledge was burst clean open4 ,he grasped up the blackened fragments of quartz1 licked them with his tongue1 held them up to the candle1 and constantly exclaimed3 8,there1 sir1 there6 ,isn't it beautiful8 ,did you ever see anything like it8--pure gold1 almost--here it is6--don't you see it80 ,i suppose ,i saw it2 at all events ,i put some specimens in my pocket1 and saw them afterward out in the pure sunlight1 where the smoke was not so dense2 and it is due to the great cause of truth to say that gold was there in glittering specks1 as if shaken over it from a pepper-box4 ,having concluded my examination of the mine1 ,i took the bucket as a medium of exit1 being fully satisfied with the ladders4 ,about half-way up the shaft the iron swing or handle to which the rope was attached caught in one of the ladders4 ,the rope stretched4 ,i felt it harden and grow thin in my hands4 ,the bucket began to tip over4 ,it was pitch dark all around4 ,jansen was far below1 coming up the ladder4 ,something seemed to be creaking1 cracking1 or giving way4 ,i felt the rough1 heavy sides of the bucket press against my legs4 ,a terrible apprehension seized me that the gear was tangled and would presently snap4 ,in the pitchy darkness and the confusion of the moment ,i could not conjecture what was the matter4 ,i darted out my hands1 seized the ladder and1 jerking myself high out of the bucket1 clambered up with the agility of an acrobat4 ,relieved of my weight1 the iron catch came loose1 and up came the bucket banging and thundering after me with a velocity that was perfectly frightful4 ,never was there such a subterranean chase1 ,i verily believe1 since the beginning of the world4 ,to stop a single moment would be certain destruction1 for the bucket was large1 heavy and massively bound with iron1 and the space in the shaft was not sufficient to admit of its passing without crushing me flat against the ladder4 ,but such a chase could not last long4 ,i felt my strength give way at every lift4 ,the distance was too great to admit the hope of escape by climbing4 ,my only chance was to seize the rope above the bucket and hang on to it4 ,this ,i did4 ,it was a lucky thought--one of those thoughts that sometimes flash upon the mind like inspiration in a moment of peril4 ,a few more revolutions of the 8whim0 brought me so near the surface that ,i could see the bucket only a few yards below my feet4 ,the noise of the rope over the block above reminded me that ,i had better slip down a little to save my hands1 which ,i did in good style1 and was presently landed on the upper crust of the earth1 all safe and sound1 though somewhat dazzled by the light and rattled by my subterranean experiences4--,from 8,adventures in the ,apache ,country10 published by ,harper ,brothers1 ,new ,york1 and used by their kind permission4 ,,how ,,cy ,,hopkins ,,got ,a ,,seat ,,by ,,marshall ,p4 ,,wilder ,in one of the country stores where they sell everything from a silk dress and a tub of butter to a hot drink and a cold meal1 a lot of farmers were sitting around the stove one cold day1 when in came ,farmer ,evans1 who was greeted with3 8,how d'do1 ,ezry80 8,how d'do boys80 ,after awhile he continued3 8,wa-all1 ,i've killed my hog40 8,that so8 ,how much did he weigh80 ,farmer ,evans stroked his chin whiskers meditatively and replied3 8,wa-all1 guess40 8',bout three hundred10 said one farmer4 8,no40 8,two seventy-five10 ventured another4 8,no40 8,i guess about three twenty-five10 said a third4 8,no40 ,then all together demanded3 8,well1 how much did he weigh80 8,dunno4 ,hain't weighed him yet40 ,other men kept dropping in and hugging the stove1 for the day was cold and snowy outside4 ,in came ,cy ,hopkins1 wrapped in a big overcoat1 yet almost frozen to death2 but there wasn't room enough around that stove to warm his little finger4 ,but he didn't get mad about it2 he just said to ,bill ,stebbins who kept the stove3 8,bill1 got any raw oysters80 8,yes1 ,cy40 8,well1 just open a dozen and feed 'em to my hoss40 ,well1 ,stebbins never was scared by an order from a man whose credit was good as ,cy's was1 so he opened the oysters and took them out1 an' the whole crowd followed to see a horse eat oysters4 ,then ,cy picked out the best seat near the stove and dropped into it as if he had come to stay1 as he had4 ,pretty soon the crowd came back1 and the storekeeper said3 8,why1 ,cy1 your hoss won't eat them oysters40 8,won't he8 ,well1 then1 bring 'em here an' ,i'll eat 'em myself40--,from 8,the ,sunny ,side of the ,street40 ,published and copyrighted by ,funk ,wagnalls ,co41 and used by their kind permission and that of the author4 ,,an ,,overworked ,,reciter ,once there was a little boy whose name was ,robert ,reece1 ,and every ,friday afternoon he had to say a piece1 ,so many poems thus he learned that soon he had a store ,of recitations in his head1 and still kept learning more4 ,and now this is what happened3 ,he was called upon one week1 ,and totally forgot the piece he was about to speak6 ,his brain he cudgeled4 ,not a word remained within his head1 ,and he spoke at random1 and this is what he said3 8,my beautiful1 my beautiful1 who standest proudly by4 ,it was the schooner ,hesperus--the breaking waves dashed high6 ,why is the ,forum crowded8 ,what means this stir in ,rome8 ,under the spreading chestnut tree there is no place like home6 ,when ,freedom from her mountain height cried1 ,twinkle1 little star2 ,shoot if you must this old gray head1 ,king ,henry of ,navarre6 ,roll on1 thou deep and dark blue castled crag of ,drachenfels2 ,my name is ,norval1 on the ,grampian ,hills1 ring out1 wild bells6 ,if you're waking call me early1 ,to be or not to be6 ,the curfew must not ring to-night6 ,oh1 woodman1 spare that tree6 ,charge1 ,chester1 charge6 ,on1 ,stanley1 on6 ,and let who will be clever1 ,the boy stood on the burning deck1 but ,i go on forever60 ,his elocution was superb1 his voice and gesture fine2 ,his schoolmates all applauded as he finished the last line4 8,i see it doesn't matter10 ,robert thought1 8,what words ,i say1 ,so long as ,i declaim with oratorical display60 --,london ,tid-,bits4 ,,settling ,,under ,,difficulties ,,by ,,robert ,j4 ,,burdette ,strangers visiting the beautiful city of ,burlington have not failed to notice that one of the handsomest young men they meet is very bald1 and they fall into the usual error of attributing this premature baldness to dissipation4 ,but such is not the case4 ,this young man1 one of the most exemplary ,bible-class scholars in the city1 went to a ,baptist sociable out on ,west ,hill one night about two years ago4 ,he escorted three charming girls1 with angelic countenances and human appetites1 out to the refreshment table1 let them eat all they wanted1 and then found he had left his pocketbook at home1 and a deaf man that he had never seen before at the cashier's desk4 ,the young man1 with his face aflame1 bent down and said softly1 8,i am ashamed to say ,i have no change with--0 8,hey80 shouted the cashier4 8,i regret to say10 the young man repeated on a little louder key1 8that ,i have unfortunately come away without any change to--0 8,change two80 chirped the old man4 8,oh1 yes1 ,i can change five if you want it40 8,no10 the young man explained in a terrible1 penetrating whisper1 for half-a-dozen people were crowding up behind him1 impatient to pay their bills and get away1 8,i don't want any change1 because--0 8,oh1 don't want no change80 the deaf man cried1 gleefully4 8',bleeged to ye1 'bleeged to ye4 ',tain't often we get such generous donations4 ,pass over your bill40 8,no1 no10 the young man explained1 8,i have no funds--0 8,oh1 yes1 plenty of fun10 the deaf man replied1 growing tired of the conversation and noticing the long line of people waiting with money in their hands1 8but ,i haven't got time to talk about it now4 ,settle and move on40 8,but10 the young man gasped out1 8,i have no money--0 8,go ,monday80 queried the deaf cashier4 8,i don't care when you go2 you must pay and let these other people come up40 8,i have no money60 the mortified young man shouted1 ready to sink into the earth1 while the people all around him1 and especially the three girls he had treated1 were giggling and chuckling audibly4 8,owe money80 the cashier said1 8of course you do2 #b4ge40 8,i can't pay60 the youth screamed1 and by turning his pocket inside out and yelling his poverty to the heavens1 he finally made the deaf man understand4 ,and then he had to shriek his full name three times1 while his ears fairly rang with the half-stifled laughter that was breaking out all around him2 and he had to scream out where he worked1 and roar when he would pay1 and he couldn't get the deaf man to understand him until some of the church members came up to see what the uproar was1 and recognizing their young friend1 made it all right with the cashier4 ,and the young man went out into the night and clubbed himself1 and shred his locks away until he was bald as an egg4 ,,sodding ,,as ,a ,,fine ,,art ,,by ,,robert ,j4 ,,burdette ,one day1 early in the spring1 ,mr4 ,blosberg1 who lives out on ,ninth ,street1 made up his mind that he would sod his front yard himself1 and when he had formed this public-spirited resolution1 he proceeded to put it into immediate execution4 ,he cut his sod1 in righteous and independent and liberty-loving disregard of the ridiculous city ordinance in relation thereto1 from the patches of verdure that the cows had permitted to obtain a temporary growth along the side of the street1 and proceeded to beautify his front yard therewith4 ,just as he had laid the first sod1 ,mr4 ,thwackery1 his next door neighbor1 passed by4 8,good land1 ,blosberg10 he shouted1 8you'll never be able to make anything of such a sod as that4 ,why1 it's three inches too thick4 ,that sod will cake up and dry like a brick4 ,you want to shave at least two inches and a half off the bottom of it1 so the roots of the grass will grow into the ground and unite the sod with the earth4 ,that sod is thick enough for a corner stone40 ,so ,mr4 ,blosberg took the spade and shaved the sod down until it was thin and about as pliable as a buckwheat cake1 and ,mr4 ,thwackery pronounced it all right and sure to grow1 and passed on4 ,just as ,mr4 ,blosberg got it laid down the second time1 old ,mr4 ,templeton1 who lived on the next block1 came along and leaned on the fence1 intently observing the sodder's movements4 8,well1 now1 ,blosberg10 he said at length1 8,i did think you had better sense than that4 ,don't you know a sod will never grow on that hard ground8 ,you must spade it all up first1 and break the dirt up fine and soft to the depth of at least four inches1 or the grass can never take root in it4 ,don't waste your time and sod by putting grass on top of such a baked brick-floor as that40 ,and ,mr4 ,blosberg laid aside the sod and took up the spade and labored under ,mr4 ,templeton's directions until the ground was all properly prepared for the sod1 and then ,mr4 ,templeton1 telling him that sod couldn't die on that ground now if he tried to kill it1 went his way and ,mr4 ,blosberg picked up that precious sod a third time1 and prepared to put it in its place4 ,before he had fairly poised it over the spot1 however1 his hands were arrested by a terrific shout1 and looking up he saw ,major ,bladgers shaking his cane at him over the fence4 8,blosberg1 you insufferable donkey10 roared the ,major1 8don't you know that you'll lose every blade of grass you can carry if you put your sod on that dry ground8 ,there you've gone and cut it so thin that all the roots of the grass are cut and bleeding1 and you must soak that ground with water until it is a perfect pulp1 so that the roots will sink right into it1 and draw nutrition from the moist earth4 ,wet her down1 ,blosberg1 if you want to see your labor result in anything40 ,so ,mr4 ,blosberg put the sod aside again1 and went and pumped water and carried it around in buckets until his back ached like a soft corn1 and when he had finally transformed the front yard into a morass1 the major was satisfied1 and assuring ,mr4 ,blosberg that his sod would grow beautifully now1 even if he laid it on upside down1 marched away1 and ,mr4 ,blosberg made a fourth effort to put the first sod in its place4 ,he got it down and was going back after another1 when old ,mrs4 ,tweedlebug checked him in his wild career4 8,lawk1 ,mr4 ,blosberg1 ye mustn't go off an' leave that sod lying that way4 ,you must take the spade and beat it down hard1 till it is all flat and level1 and close to the ground everywhere4 ,you must pound it hard1 or the weeds will all start up under it and crowd out the grass40 ,mr4 ,blosberg went back1 and stooping over the sod hit it a resounding thwack with his spade that shot great gouts and splotches of mud all over the parlor windows and half way to the top of the house1 and some of it came flying into his face and on his clothes1 while a miscellaneous shower made it dangerous even for his adviser1 who1 with a feeble shriek of disapprobation1 went hastily away1 digging raw mud out of her ears4 ,mr4 ,blosberg didn't know how long to keep on pounding1 and he didn't see ,mrs4 ,tweedlebug go away1 so he stood with his spade poised in the air and his eyes shut tight1 waiting for instructions4 ,and as he waited he was surprised to hear a new voice accost him4 ,it was the voice of ,mr4 ,thistlepod1 the old agriculturist1 of whom ,mr4 ,blosberg bought his apples and butter4 8,hello1 ,mr4 ,blosberg60 he shouted1 in tones which indicated that he either believed ,mr4 ,blosberg to be stone deaf or two thousand miles away4 ,mr4 ,blosberg winked violently to get the soil out of his eyes1 and turned in the direction of the noise to say1 8,good evening40 8,soddin'1 hey80 asked ,mr4 ,thistlepod4 8,trying to1 sir10 replied ,mr4 ,blosberg1 rather cautiously4 8',spect it will grow1 hey80 ,mr4 ,blosberg1 having learned by very recent experience how liable his plans were to be overthrown1 was still non-committal1 and replied that 8he hoped so40 8,wal1 if ye hope so1 ye mustn't go to poundin' yer sod to pieces with that spade4 ,ye don't want to ram it down so dad binged tight and hard there can't no air git at the roots4 ,ye must shake that sod up a little1 so as to loosen it1 and then jest press it down with yer foot ontil it jest teches the ground nicely all around4 ,sod's too thin1 anyhow40 ,so ,mr4 ,blosberg thrust his hands into the nasty mud under his darling1 much abused sod1 and spread his fingers wide apart to keep it from breaking to pieces as he raised it1 and finally got it loosened up and pressed down to ,mr4 ,thistlepod's satisfaction1 who then told him he didn't believe he could make that sod grow anyway1 and drove away4 ,then ,mr4 ,blosberg stepped back to look at that sod1 feeling confident that he had got through with it1 when young ,mr4 ,simpson came along4 8,hello1 ,blos1 old boy2 watchu doin'80 ,mr4 ,blosberg timorously answered that he was sodding a little4 ,then ,mr4 ,simpson pressed his lips very tightly together to repress a smile1 and let his cheeks swell and bulge out to the size of toy balloons with suppressed merriment1 and finally burst into a snort of derisive laughter that made the windows rattle in the houses on the other side of the street1 and he went on1 leaving ,mr4 ,blosberg somewhat nettled and a little discouraged4 ,he stood1 with his fingers spread wide apart1 holding his arms out like wings1 and wondering whether he had better go get another sod or go wash his hands1 when a policeman came by1 and paused4 8,soddin'80 he asked1 sententiously4 8,yes1 sir1 a little10 replied ,mr4 ,blosberg1 respectfully4 8,where'd you get your sod80 inquired the representative of public order4 ,mr4 ,blosberg dolefully indicated the little bare parallelogram in the scanty patch of verdure as his base of supplies4 8,you're the man ,i've been lookin' for10 replied public order4 8,you come along with me40 ,and ,mr4 ,blosberg went along1 and the ,police ,judge fined him #aa4ie1 and when ,mr4 ,blosberg got home he found that a cow had got into his yard during his absence and stepped on that precious sod five times1 and put her foot clear through it every time1 so that it looked like a patch of moss rolled up in a wad1 more than a sod4 ,and then ,mr4 ,blosberg fell on his knees and raised his hands to heaven1 and registered a vow that he would never plant another sod if this whole fertile world turned into a ,sahara for want of his aid4 ,,the ,,misfortunes ,,of ,,little ,,ike ,,templin ,in the midst of his supper one day it occurred to little ,ike to resort to the well for a drink of water4 ,in time his mammy grew tired of stopping her work whenever he grew thirsty to hand him down a gourd from the pail which rested on the shelf beyond his reach4 ,finally she said to him3 8,boy1 what ails you anyhow8 ,g'long out doors an' try to be some use to somebody1 stid of eatin' up an' drinkin' up ev'yt'ing ,mis's got on her plantash'n40 ,little ,ike1 thus driven out1 stood for a moment by the door and looked at the well1 which was a few rods distant4 ,but he turned his back upon it instantly1 as if it were too painful to be thus reminded of the source of his most recent disappointment1 and began walking in the opposite direction4 ,when he had reached a spot on the line with the end of the kitchen1 he filed to the left and again to the left when he had reached the rear side2 and pursuing this line until he had gone some distance beyond the well1 turned again and came to the latter4 ,stepping upon a hewn log which lay there to enable young drawers of water to manage the bucket1 he was pleased to find this utensil as it was resting upon the ledge1 half full of water4 ,conscious that the time was short1 he clambered up to the edge1 got upon all fours1 grabbed with one hand the rim of the bucket1 and with the other hand the well-rope1 and1 first taking an anxious glance toward the kitchen and a fond one toward the contents of the bucket1 plunged in his head4 ,he had hardly taken a few sips when the call of his mother at its accustomed pitch sounded from the kitchen4 ,and here ,i find myself under the painful necessity of recording a most terrible scene4 ,i suppose it will never be known precisely how it happened1 although no one1 as well as ,i remember1 ever suspected little ,ike of a deliberate intention to commit the awful crime of suicide4 ,it may have been that he had not known the use of his legs long enough for the present extreme need1 and that his knees may have given a tilt to the bucket4 ,at all events down they went together to the bottom1 a distance of thirty feet4 ,the mother1 who had seen him at the moment when the descent began1 ran1 half shrieking to the well1 where she was joined by ,mrs4 ,templin a moment after4 8,oh1 ,mis's1 ,mis's1 my po' ophing chile have fell in de well and broke his naik1 and drown hese'f on top o' that1 an' he my precious baby--an' de las' one ,i got60 ,mrs4 ,templin said3 8,i'm sorry for you1 ,judy4 ,but maybe he has been mercifully saved from drowning4 ,lean over and look down as ,i turn the windlass40 ,after a few turns1 she knew by the feeling that the bucket had risen to the surface of the water1 which was some four feet deep4 8,now call him10 she said4 8,li'll ,iky6 ,li'll ,iky60 shouted ,judy4 8,ma-a-a-a-me60 came a sharp1 plaintive answer from the great deep4 8,is you down dar1 precious80 8,eth1 e-e-eth1 'm40 8,well1 well1 is you drownded80 8,no--no--no1 'm60 8,well1 well6 ,is you done gone all to pieces80 8,no--n-n-no1 'm60 8,is anything de matter wid mammy's precious boy baby80 8,i k-k-k-co-co-o-ld60 8,well1 well1 where is you now80 8,in--in de--b-b-bucket60 ,mrs4 ,templin then directed the mother to urge the child to hold fast to the rope while she herself would turn the windlass4 8,dar now1 you heah dat8 ,mis's say she wan' my nice li'll darky to ketch tight hold to der rope--tight as a tick2 an' she say she gwine draw him up with her own blessed hands4 ,mis's say she can't 'ford to lose likely li'll fellow like my li'll ,ike1 dat she can't4 ,ye heah1 mammy's precious suga' lump80 8,e-e-e-e-th1 'm60 ,the winding began1 and the mother1 being urged to encourage ,ike as much as possible during the ascent1 did as well as she could by such cheering remarks as these3 8,jes' look at dat6 ,mis's givin' her li'll niggah such a nice ride6 ,en ,mis's done tole mammy tah kill six chickens1 an' fry one o'm an' brile one o'm an' make pie out of de rest1 an' all for li'll ,iky's dinner2 an' she say she gwine make daddy barb'cue two pigs dis very evenin'1 and nobody ain't to tech a mou'f'l on'm cep'n li'll ,iky if he'll holt on tah de well-rope4 ,an' she say1 ,mis's do1 she jes' know her great big li'll ,ike ain't gwine to let dat rope loose an' not get all dem goodies60 ,it is possible that in so brief a time never was promised a greater number of luxuries to a child born to loftiest estate4 ,chickens1 ducks--indeed the whole poultry yard was more than exhausted2 every pig on the plantation was done to a turn4 ,during the ascent little ,ike was informed that eatables of every description would be at his disposal forever4 ,the time does not suffice to tell of other rewards promised in the name of the munificent mistress1 in the way of cakes1 pies1 syllabubs1 gold and silver and costly apparel4 ,all this while1 ,mrs4 ,templin1 without uttering a word1 turned the windlass1 slowly1 steadily4 ,when the bucket with its contents reached the top1 and was safely lodged upon the ledge1 the mother seized her precious darling1 his teeth chattering the while with chill1 and dragging him fiercely forth1 said in wrathful tones3 8,a cold is yah8 ,well1 ef ,i be bressed wid strength an' ef dey is peachy trees 'nough in de orchard1 an' de fence corners1 ,i'll wa'm yah4 ,you dat has sceert me intah fits1 an' made me tell all dem lies--dem on ,mis's--dat ,i jes' knows ,i never ken git fahgivin' fo' 'em40 ,and1 still holding him1 she began striding toward the kitchen door4 8,judy60 called her mistress sternly1 8,judy1 put down that child this minute6 ,aren't you ashamed of yourself8 ,instead of being thankful that he wasn't killed1 here you stand and are so angry with him that you look as though you wished to kill him yourself4 ,now take him into your house and put some dry clothes on him2 then send him to me in the house1 where ,i will have some coffee ready for him4 ,and mind you1 ,judy1 if you lay your hands on that child in anger1 that won't be the last of it4 ,do for goodness' sake try to learn some reason about your children40 ,judy led him away sullenly1 and in spite of her mistress's warning1 muttered direful threatenings1 louder and louder1 as she approached1 ending thus1 as1 having clothed him1 she dispatched him to the big house3 8,nevah yah min'1 sah2 wait till ,sunday come1 when ,mis's go tah meetin'1 an' you'll see6 ,an'1 boy1 ef yah skeers me dat way ag'in1 ,i'll put yah whar yah won't wan' no mo' watah an' no mo' nothin'4 ,the idee6 people all talkin' 'bout my chile gittin' drowned same as puppies an' kittens6 ,ought to be 'shamed o' yourself6 ,i is4 ,i jes' 'spises to look at yah6 ,g'long out my sight60 ,ten minutes afterwards1 while little ,ike was in the big house1 luxuriating in coffee1 biscuit and fried chicken1 she was singing in cheerful voice one of her favorite hymns3 ,nobody knows the trouble ,i see1 ,lord2 ,nobody knows the trouble ,i see2 ,nobody knows the trouble ,i see1 ,lord2 ,nobody knows like ,jesus4 ,,the ,,return ,,of ,,the ,,hoe 8,goliath ,johnsing1 why you so late8 ,supper been a sp'ilin' on de stove dis half hour10 and ,aunt ,lucy faced her liege lord with stern dignity4 8,old ,daddy ,moses an' me been a havin' it out40 8,havin' what out8 ,you ain't been an' had a fuss wid ,mr4 ,benson1 ',liah ,johnsing80 8,yes1 ,i have4 ,ole ,skincher4 ,here ,i have been a hoein' hard in the fiel' all day1 and he mean enough to dock my wages ten cents 'cause ,i warn't back at noon jest at de minnit4 ,i warn't late more'n half an hour or three-quarters of an hour4 ,but ,i give him piece of my mind40 8,i s'pose he don' want to pay for work he don' git40 8,don' git8 ,why1 thar was ,sam ,stevens an' ,bill ,jenkins2 they talk more'n half de time1 an' rested on they handles more'n t'other half1 an' did he dock them any8 ,not he4 ,he got spite 'gin me1 ,i know dat40 8,whar'd you git dat new hoe80 queried ,aunt ,lucy1 as ',liah hung that implement up in the woodshed4 8,neber you mind4 ,women always want to stick their nose into ebbert'ing40 8,an' what you done wid your ole hoe you took away this noon8 ,you didn't trade that off for a new one80 8,yes1 ,i did1 'f ye will know40 8',liah ,johnsing10 blurted out ,aunt ,lucy1 as a sudden suspicion flamed in her eyes1 8dat ain't one of ,moses ,benson's hoes8 ,you ain't gone and changed off yo' ole hoe for one his'n1 ,i hope8 ,you wouldn't do dat1 if he is a skincher1 an' you a member ob de church1 ',liah ,johnsing80 8,mis' ,johnsing1 you jes' ten' to yo' own bus'ness4 ,don' you let me hear not one mo' word 'bout dat hoe40 ,suddenly1 as bedtime drew near1 ',liah rose and went into the house1 saying as he went3 8,got to go down to de sto'1 ,lucy4 ,i forgot ,i got to mow ,dawkinses fiel' to-morrow1 an' my whetstun's clear down to de bone1 an' ,i've got to start off to-morrow 'fore sto's open40 ',liah had been gone hardly a minute1 when ,aunt ,lucy called in a tragic whisper to ,paul1 her oldest boy1 six years of age4 8,you ,paul1 come here quick1 by yo'self40 ,paul1 used to obeying1 came promptly1 and was drawn close up to his mother on the settee4 8,now1 you ,paul1 ,i wonder kin ,i trust you to do something for me80 ,paul1 somewhat disturbed1 kept discreetly silent4 8,i wish you's a little bigger1 but de ,lord will hol' you up4 ,paul1 you listen4 ,when yo' paw comes home from the sto' an' we's all gone to bed and got to sleep--you hearin'1 ,paul80 8,yes'm40 8,you get up still's a mouse1 an' you go git dat hoe yo' paw brought home1 an' don't you make no noise takin' it down1 an' you kerry dat hoe ober to ,mr4 ,benson's2 an' you take de hoe what's hangin' dar--dat's our hoe1 ,paul1 dat yo' paw left dar by 'stake--you take dat hoe an' bring it in the woodshed1 an' don't you nebber tell yo' paw nothin' 'bout it40 ,the first sun rays were shining in at the window through the morning-glories1 the early breakfast was smoking on the table1 the six young ,johnsons were struggling down in various stages of sleepiness1 ,aunt ,lucy was bending over the stove and ',liah washing at the sink1 when a loud knock was heard at the kitchen door1 which1 being open1 disclosed ,mr4 ,benson4 ,by his side stood the village constable4 ,in his hand was an old and much battered hoe4 ',liah saw the hoe and his upper jaw fell4 ,aunt ,lucy's gaze also was riveted on it4 8,goliah ,johnson10 said the constable1 8you're my prisoner4 ,you stole ,mr4 ,benson's hoe40 8',fore de ,lord1 ,mr4 ,benson1 ,i ain't got yo' hoe4 ,what you doin' wid mine80 8,you needn't pretend that you left your old hoe in my barn yesterday by mistake1 ',liah ,johnson10 burst in ,mr4 ,benson1 8as if you couldn't tell this old thing from my hoe4 ,what have you got to say for yourself80 8,you may search dis place1 ,mr4 ,benson1 from top to bottom an' side to side1 an' you won't find no stiver of yo' old hoe4 ,how you got mine ,i 'clare ,i give up1 but you kin see fo' yourself4 ,now1 here's where ,i keeps my hoe10 and ',liah swung open the woodshed door4 ,there hung ,mr4 ,benson's new hoe4 8,you ,paul60 fairly shouted ,aunt ,lucy1 pouncing on her young hopeful1 8what did you do las' night80 8,did jist what you tol' me4 ,took back dat hoe an' changed it for de one in ,mr4 ,benson's barn40 8,took back what hoe80 shouted ',liah in his turn4 8,lucy ,johnsing1 what you been stickin' yo' fingers in80 8,well1 ',liah1 ,i 'lowed ,i warn't gwine to have no hoe in dis house what didn't b'long to us by rights1 'n' so ,i tol' ,paul to get up las' night an' change de hoes back again1 an' if he did it1 how dis one comes heah beats me40 8,you ,lucy ,johnsing1 see what you's been an' done wid yo' meddlin'4 ,i took back dat hoe 'fore ,i went to bed1 when ,i made 's though ,i was gettin' de whetstun1 an' then you went and changed 'em back ag'in40 8',liah ,johnsing1 why you keep secrets from yo' wedded wife8 ,why didn't you tell me 'bout dat80 ,by this time ,mr4 ,benson saw that there was something more in the matter than he supposed1 and sending away the constable he got from the worthy couple1 with much circumlocution1 the story of the night's mistakes4 ,being a man with some sense of humor1 he was quite mollified by the comicalities of the situation1 and even went so far as to take breakfast with the ,johnsons4 8,an' after dis1 ',liah ,johnsing10 was ,aunt ,lucy's moral1 8you'd better think twice 'fore you keep any mo' secrets from yo' lawful wedded wife60 ,,pathetic ,,selections ,,when ,,the ,,little ,,lady ,,fell ,,ill ,,anonymous 8,once upon a time10 there was a little lady1 gentle and sweet4 ,one day she sent for the doctor4 ,she was ill4 ,she lay upon her bed with her bronze hair afloat upon the pillow4 ,she smiled as the doctor came in and held out a hand tiny and soft and very white4 ,her teeth shone between her crimson lips and there were beautiful violet lights in her brown eyes4 ,she was always full of life and spirit4 ,now here she was in bed and sending for the doctor1 she who had almost never before needed a doctor4 ,a great operation was decided upon4 ,she only asked how long she would be out of the sun4 ,they thought the operation would heal4 ,but it did not--and there was another and another4 ,for a little while after each operation she did get back to the sun and was very happy1 just as a butterfly might be4 ,but at last they who watched knew that the frail little body could not withstand another operation and that the end was near--very near4 ,then came the fourteenth day of ,december1 when1 they told the young doctor1 it was his duty to tell the little butterfly4 ,that night he walked the streets--all the long night4 ,it rained4 ,but he did not feel it4 ,in the morning he understood why some must die1 for in the rain and the night he had unconsciously been with the ,god who gives and who takes away4 ,he went1 gaunt with the night's agony1 but smiling1 and took the two little hands into his4 8,did you ever wonder10 he asked her1 8as ,i have1 why ,god gives life only to take it away80 8,just for love10 she smiled4 8,he wants the best ,himself40 8,do you know10 he said1 8that you are very ill80 8,am ,i80 she said1 suddenly turning her great1 startled eyes upon him4 8,haven't you noticed10 he tried to go on1 8that you--0 8,no10 she said breathlessly4 8,you said ,i would get well--always said it4 ,and ,i knew that you knew1 and ,i trusted you40 8,doctors must do those things10 he pleaded1 8because it keeps up the patient's courage4 ,there is no medicine like hope40 8,i have never thought till now10 she halted1 8that ,i would not get well40 8,i have known it for a long time40 8,and you have been so sweet and brave so as to--0 8,no1 ,i have deceived you only that you might live a little longer40 ,they were silent for a long time4 ,then she reached out and touched his hand4 8,then you mean10 she whispered1 8that--0 ,he closed her lips1 and she understood4 8,poor doctor6 ,it is dreadful to make you the bearer of such a message40 ,she thought silently a long while4 8,at first ,i was inclined to be cross at you for deceiving me4 ,but now--0 a tear presently stole down each pale young cheek 8--but now10 she ended in a whisper1 8it is wonderful--beautiful--very1 very beautiful6 ,one can hardly believe that there are people who willingly bear the sorrows of others40 8,i have been only selfish1 ,i wanted to keep you40 8,yes10 she whispered1 8,i understand40 8,how long80 8,only a few days1 perhaps a week--two weeks40 8,no10 she cried suddenly1 8for that is ,christmas4 ,and the house will be sad--in mourning4 ,no6 ,you must make me live4 ,you must make them think ,i am getting well40 8,ah1 if we only could6 ,but ,i must not deceive you any longer4 ,i said two weeks--but it will not be that long40 8,it will--it must be60 she said1 suddenly rising in bed4 8,we will pray ,god1 and you will help1 and ,i will4 ,there must be some sort of tonic--a stimulant--tell me--tell me there is6 ,you must not spoil their ,christmas--on--on my account60 ,she smiled a little at the odd ending of her phrase and dropped back upon the pillow1 flushed and brilliant1 splendid1 so that even the doctor was deceived1 and hoped4 8,if you can do that--keep up such a vigor by hope and happiness1 the hope of happiness for others--perhaps1 with ,god's help1 we can--do what you wish40 8,of course we can4 ,i know it60 8,then so do ,i1 and you shall have the uttermost minute40 8,and when it is done10--the young spirit weakened1--8this1 which you gave me so long ago1 shall be yours again--for a memory60 ,she put his hand upon the ring which fitted her middle finger4 8,a memory80 he whispered4 8,of the bravest and sweetest man in the world10 she said1 putting a kiss upon the ring4 8,oh6 but ,i don't want to go40 ,she was so wonderful--with such a tremendous spirit in that brave little body4 ,the doctor thought she might even then get well4 ,and when he came again1 she did seem well--quite well4 ,her cheeks were pink1 her lips crimson1 her hair was coiled and dressed4 ,she smiled and said3 8,paint60 ,but the trick had deceived her family even more than it had deceived the doctor4 ,for1 one by one they came in and1 standing at the foot of the bed1 seeing the pretty little painted creature1 they were sure that she was getting better rapidly--was1 in fact1 almost well6 ,her younger sister romped in and leaped upon the bed1 crying3 8,see1 doctor6 ,it is all as it used to be6 ,and it has been so long since it was all as it used to be4 ,dearest1 soon we will be out on ,saint ,george's ,hill again1 rolling together on the grass1 down1 down and--0 8,yes10 cooed the little patient rapturously1 8soon--very soon--40 ,but a sudden sob ended the incident4 8,thank you--oh6 thank you so much1 doctor1 dear1 for giving back to me the sweetest sister in all1 all the whole world60 ,day by day more paint was required to cover the growing pallor1 and always more and more4 ,and always more drugs to keep the eyes bright and the spirits from flagging4 ,when the young doctor wasn't by her side he was studying--searching--until there was nothing in all medical science for prolonging life which he did not know4 ,the house became gay again because of the lie that was practiced4 ,the noises which had been hushed when there was danger were resumed4 ,there was at last a day when the doctor helped at the dressing and painting2 so near was the shadow that she might have flown at a breath4 ,and so they put upon her1 lying in their hands1 wonderful garments and ribbons and embroideries4 ,and even the little hands on that day had to be carefully 8made up0 to conceal the livid blue4 ,then when all was ready1 they sat her royally up in bed1 lighted the candles1 closed the blinds and let the waiting family enter--for it was the day before ,christmas4 ,they came to music--the moment the door was opened--bursting with joy4 ,a processional they made of it6 8,guide me1 ,o ,thou great ,jehovah1 ,pilgrim through this barren land2 ,i am weak1 but ,thou art mighty2 ,hold me with ,thy powerful hand40 ,standing about her bed they sang that1 and each separate heart was welling a song of joy1 because they thought she had come back to them6 ,like those great ladies at ,versailles1 in the reign of the ,grand ,monarch1 who received in bed1 she laughed1 happy as the happiest of them4 ,then came another procession1 down to the last servant in the house1 bearing gifts4 ,then flowers and green things--until the beautiful rose-embroidered covering of her bed was lost to sight under the load of flowers1 and these in turn were blotted out with the gifts4 ,wonderful gifts they were6 ,how could they not be8 ,they were welcoming with them their best beloved back to life6 ,on her neck was girded a chain1 on her fingers were put rings1 and in her ears were hung gems1 so that she blazed with jewels4 ,before her lay a splendid1 filmy dress1 and with it were hat and gloves and a gay parasol4 ,all--all1 gifts of life6 ,and yet another procession came1 bearing holly and mistletoe and garlands and crimson berries1 and last of all1 a ,christmas tree1 all lighted and glowing with a hundred pretty things4 ,and almost in a moment they transformed the room into a ,christmas bower4 ,the bed1 the walls1 the floor1 bloomed in the red and white and green of ,christmas4 ,so ,christmas came--the gayest1 the maddest1 the saddest that house had ever known4 ,but she had barely carried it through1 and when the excitement would pass the doctor knew that no stimulant devised by man could keep her on the earth she had blessed an hour longer4 ,before the collapse quite came1 the doctor said3 8,my patient is tired--0 8,a little tired1 yes10 she smiled at them4 8,to-morrow40 ,so they all kissed the painted lips good-night and1 wishing her a happy to-morrow1 went away4 ,the doctor moved to take the heavy gifts off the bed4 ,she stopped him with a tired smile and a shake of the head4 ,it was all she could do just then4 ,life was very low4 8,no10 she shook1 8,i want them all just as they are4 ,mamma said to-morrow--0 she halted4 8,yes40 8,poor mamma60 ,o ,,captain6 ,,my ,,captain6 ,,by ,,walt ,,whitman ,o ,captain6 my ,captain6 our fearful trip is done1 ,the ship has weather'd every rack1 the prize we sought is won1 ,the port is near1 the bells ,i hear1 the people all exulting ,while follow eyes the steady keel1 the vessel grim and daring2 ,but ,o heart6 heart6 heart6 ,o the bleeding drops of red1 ,where on the deck my ,captain lies1 ,fallen cold and dead4 ,o ,captain6 my ,captain6 rise up and hear the bells2 ,rise up--for you the flag is flung--for you the bugle trills1 ,for you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths--for you the shores a-crowding1 ,for you they call1 the swaying mass1 their eager faces turning2 ,here1 ,captain1 dear father6 ,this arm beneath your head6 ,it is some dream that on the deck ,you've fallen cold and dead4 ,my ,captain does not answer1 his lips are pale and still2 ,my father does not feel my arm1 he has no pulse nor will2 ,the ship is anchor'd safe and sound1 its voyage closed and done1 ,from fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won4 ,exult1 ,o shores1 and ring1 ,o bells6 ,but ,i1 with mournful tread1 ,walk the deck my ,captain lies1 ,fallen cold and dead4 --,written as a funeral poem for ,lincoln1 and one of the great poems of the nineteenth century4 ,,the ,,face ,,of ,,the ,,master ,,by ,,myrtle ,,reed ,in a little town in ,italy there lived an old violin-maker whose only pride and happiness was in the perfect instruments he made4 ,he had a little son called ,pedro4 ,pedro was a dark little fellow with large1 brown eyes which seemed to hold a world of feeling and sometimes sadness4 ,he loved his mother dearly1 but shrank somewhat from his stern father1 who was always so busy he hardly noticed him4 ,pedro was errand boy for the little shop and tried to do his work patiently1 cheerfully and obediently4 ,one day an unusually fine instrument had been finished and the old man1 in his joy and pride1 held it in position and touched the strings softly with the bow4 ,pedro1 who was sitting outside on the porch1 heard the music and came running in to hear it1 but in his haste he did not see an exquisite piece of carving on the floor and stepped upon it4 ,crack6 it broke in two4 ,pedro's father became very angry and pushed him into his little bedroom and turned the key in the lock4 ,in the morning ,pedro's father called him very early1 as he had many errands for the boy to do4 ,all day ,pedro trudged wearily back and forth for his father4 ,he went about his work as if in a dream1 thinking always of the music he had heard and wishing with all his heart that he might play4 ,night was coming on and ,pedro was sitting on the step outside resting1 when his father told him he had yet another errand for him to do4 ,pedro was very tired1 yet he did not say anything but went immediately on the errand4 ,when he had delivered the message1 the man showed him a short cut home4 ,as ,pedro was walking slowly home1 he stopped suddenly as he heard the sound of music4 ,could it be a violin8 ,he listened to find from whence it came4 ,at last he decided it came from the little vine-covered cottage across the lane4 ,he walked slowly over and sat down under the open window4 ,the music was exquisite4 ,as he listened he heard the soft wind rustling through the trees1 the sound of birds calling to one another in the forest1 the sound of rushing water as that of a river as it flowed headlong into the ocean4 ,the music changed as he listened2 he heard a soft1 dreamy lullaby1 then again the sound of the ocean1 of the waves beating upon the sand4 ,as he listened the music grew fainter1 the moon came out from behind the cloud and ,pedro saw the face of the ,master4 ,he was a bent old man with white hair and beautiful blue1 shining eyes4 ,as the music ended in one long1 sweet1 trembling chord1 ,pedro saw the ,master bend his head over his violin1 and as he quietly slipped away he thought he heard the sound of sobbing4 ,pedro walked the rest of the way home in a dream4 ,as he came into the work-shop he saw the beautiful violin and touched it tenderly1 caressingly4 ,oh1 if he could only play6 ,he went to bed1 but could not sleep4 ,the beautiful music kept coming back again and again4 ,at last he arose1 dressed himself and went into the work-shop4 ,he picked up the violin tenderly1 lovingly1 and went out to the orchard to where a little brook ran merrily by4 ,it was a beautiful night1 calm and peaceful1 a soft wind whispered through the trees1 through the stillness the sweet1 clear notes of a bird were heard4 ,the witchery of the night1 its calmness and quiet beauty1 seemed to want him to play4 ,so placing the violin in position1 he ran the bow gently over the strings2 at first the notes were short1 trembling1 and broken4 ,soon it became very beautiful1 and still he played on and on4 ,he did not notice that day was dawning1 and upon looking up he was frightened at seeing his father standing before him4 ,but his father smiled at him and said3 8,my son1 you are then a musician8 ,the music was wonderful60 ,pedro smiled1 but said nothing4 8,you shall have lessons from the ,master10 his father said4 ,pedro could hardly believe it4 ,lessons from the ,master6 ,to learn to play6 ,after the day's work was done ,pedro and his father walked down the same little1 narrow street to the little vine-covered cottage that he had seen the night before4 ,soon ,pedro found himself in a little sitting-room awaiting the ,master4 ,soon the ,master came1 and ,pedro's father said1 8,if you will teach my son to play ,i will make you the most beautiful violin in the world40 ,the ,master was very well satisfied with his violin and he did not like to teach4 ,but he said to ,pedro1 8,do you like music80 ,pedro smiled1 his whole soul in his eyes4 ,the ,master said1 8,yes1 you love it1 you shall play40 ,the next day ,pedro came for his first lesson4 ,he enjoyed it very much and soon mastered the tedious exercises4 ,so the years passed and ,pedro had become famous4 ,the ,master was growing old2 still the most beautiful violin had not been completed4 ,one day ,pedro came to visit the ,master and the housekeeper told him he was ill4 ,pedro waited1 hoping the ,master might want him4 ,soon he returned home and began to play4 ,while he was playing his father told him that the ,master's violin was finished4 ,pedro smiled sadly and said1 8,the ,master is ill40 ,that evening as he sat playing a messenger came and summoned him to the ,master's house4 ,he took the finished violin with him1 and as he looked into the ,master's room he saw him lying there on a couch1 so thin1 and still1 and white4 ,he smiled as ,pedro entered1 and said1 8,you have come to play for me1 my son8 ,the night is so long and ,i am so tired4 ,play1 ,pedro1 play60 ,pedro showed him the newly finished violin1 but he only smiled as he nodded for ,pedro to begin4 ,pedro played1 and played1 and played4 ,in the music he interwove all the trials1 sorrows and happiness of his childhood1 and his love for the ,master4 ,a soft wind rustled through the trees1 the sound of a little brooklet was heard and the birds calling to one another in the forest4 ,it all ended with one trembling chord4 ,when he had finished the ,master was sitting up in bed4 8,pedro1 where did you learn to play that80 ,pedro smiled4 8,you taught me1 ,master4 ,i always knew you must have had some sorrow in your life or you never could have played so exquisitely40 ,the ,master said3 8,you are right40 ,and then he told him of his sorrowful and suffering life4 8,play it again1 ,pedro4 ,now you understand40 ,pedro played1 and played1 and played4 ,this time there was a sweetness that somehow made the sad strain less noticeable4 ,the ,master lay looking out of the window2 day was breaking4 ,as the last sweet1 trembling note died away1 ,pedro looked into the face of the ,master4 ,there was a beautiful smile on his face4 ,for the ,master the trials and sorrows of the world were over4 ,pedro knelt down before the ,master and kissed the thin1 white hand reverently1 the hand that had made so many sad lives happy with beautiful music4 ,,voice ,,from ,a ,,far ,,country ,the old couple were very lonely as they sat in their little kitchen that wintry afternoon4 ,it was their daughter's birthday1 their only child1 who had left them to go to the great1 glittering world on the far side of the water4 ,there she had won fame with her voice1 while they had stayed behind in the little village and tried to be cheerful without her4 ,usually they succeeded pretty well1 but this birthday1 of all days in the year1 was the hardest to bear2 even ,christmas was not so hard as this birthday1 which brought so vividly to their minds the memories of other birthdays--the first one when the baby's coming had found them awe-struck with the joy and wonder of it all1 and each succeeding year1 as their treasure grew to girlhood and from a girl to a sweet and winning woman1 then faded from their sight4 ,they had not seen her since1 for money was scarce and time valuable4 ,she must work very hard1 so she wrote them4 ,the old couple tried to keep up a conversation as they sat in the kitchen that wintry afternoon1 but failed miserably4 ,finally after a long silence the old man rose and said3 8,guess ,i'll get the chores done before it storms1 mother4 ,coming on to snow fast40 8,all right1 father1 ,i'll have supper ready for you when you come in40 8,you needn't hurry about supper4 ,guess ,i'll go to the post-office after ,i get the critters fed4 ,there might be a letter from ,milly40 8,all right1 father40 ,there was a new note in the woman's voice1 for this was just what she had been wishing her husband to do1 but had not liked to have him take the long trip to the post-office with the weather so threatening4 ,the old man went out1 and the woman began to prepare the supper4 ,twilight had come and she lighted an old-fashioned lamp1 so clean that it sparkled4 ,as she set the table she hummed the refrain of a lullaby1 a little song she had often crooned when her arms had not been empty4 ,suddenly the door flew open1 letting in great gusts of wintry wind4 8,hurry and get that door shut1 ,pa4 ,warn't there no letters80 8,no1 but there's this40 ,the old man was carrying an old box almost too large for him to handle4 8,when ,i went to the post-office ,i found there warn't no letter and ,i was considerably disappointed1 but as ,i was going by ,jones's store1 ,jones he comes to the door and says he1 #8,say1 ,si1 there's a box in here fer you6' #8,fer me8' says ,i4 8#8,it come this afternoon by express1 and ,i guess by the looks of it1 it's from your daughter in forin' parts1' said he4 8,so here 'tis1 and now1 mother1 where's the hatchet80 ,the hatchet was brought and the box was opened4 8,my1 what a funny lookin' thing6 ,looks like a small size sewing machine1 and here's a brass horn1 too4 ,i wonder if ,milly sent that for a joke or what80 ,silas set the carved case of polished wood on the table1 and the old couple gazed in puzzled astonishment at what they saw under it4 ,after a silence the old man said3 8,perhaps there are some directions40 ,going over to the box he found1 as he had prophesied1 a paper of instructions4 8,it's a--,p-,h-,o-,n-,o-,g-,r-,a-,p-,h1 and them there things air records4 ,well1 ,i know about as much as ,i did afore4 ,i'll follow out the directions and see what happens4 ,wish ,i knew what it was2 'tain't no kind of a farm implement1 that's sartin1 nor a potater parer1 nor sewing machine4 ,well1 we'll follow these rules and see what she does40 ,the faces of the old couple were full of interest1 as ,silas attached the spring and set the phonograph in motion4 ,at first there was a peculiar buzzing sound1 but nothing unusual happened1 and the old people were beginning to look disappointed when1 after the buzzing1 came the sound of a voice singing4 ,surprise1 wonder1 amazement1 succeeded each other on the old faces1 as the first notes of 8,home1 ,sweet ,home0 fell on their startled ears4 8',mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam--0 ,the old couple listened breathlessly4 8,silas1 that's ,milly singing40 8,no1 'tain't60 ,but the denial died on his lips as he recognized the voice4 8,a charm from the skies seems to hallow us there1 ,which seek through the world is ne'er met with elsewhere40 ,clear and sweet came the tones1 like pearls in their rounded purity4 ,the mother was crying bitterly4 8,an exile from home1 splendor dazzles in vain40 ,these words came with ringing force1 and it seemed to the old folks that ,milly1 far away in ,paris1 stretched out her hands to them across the water4 8,home1 home1 sweet1 sweet home1 ,be it ever so humble1 there's no place like home40 ,the old man was crying too1 but the tears of father and mother were not tears of sorrow1 for the sting had gone out of their loneliness1 and as the music ceased peace fell like a mantle on the little country home4--,from ,the ,ladies' ,home ,journal4 ,,little ,,brother ,,by ,,madeleine ,z4 ,,doty ,a ,,true ,,story ,it was a warm summer's day in late ,august4 ,no men were visible in the ,belgian hamlet4 ,the women reaped in the fields2 the insects hummed in the dry1 warm air2 the house-doors stood open4 ,on a bed in a room in one of the cottages lay a woman4 ,beside her sat a small boy4 ,he was still1 but alert1 his eyes following the buzzing flies4 ,with a bit of paper he drove the intruders from the bed4 ,his mother slept4 ,it was evident from the pale1 drawn face that she was ill4 ,suddenly the dreaming1 silent1 summer day was broken by the sound of clattering hoofs4 ,some one was riding hurriedly through the town4 ,the woman moved uneasily4 ,her eyes opened4 ,she smiled at the little boy4 8,what is it1 dear80 ,the boy went to the window4 ,women were gathering in the street4 ,he told his mother and hurried from the room4 ,her eyes grew troubled4 ,in a few minutes the child was back1 breathless and excited4 8,oh1 mother1 mother1 the ,germans are coming60 ,the woman braced herself against the shock4 ,at first she hardly grasped the news4 ,then her face whitened1 her body quivered and became convulsed4 ,pain sprang to her eyes1 driving out fear2 beads of perspiration stood on her forehead2 a little animal cry of pain broke from her lips4 ,the boy gazed at her paralyzed1 horrified2 then he flung himself down beside the bed and seized his mother's hand4 8,what is it1 mother1 what is it80 ,the paroxysm of pain passed2 the woman's body relaxed1 her hand reached for the boy's head and stroked it4 8,it's all right1 my son40 ,then as the pain began again1 8,quick1 sonny1 bring auntie40 ,the boy darted from the room4 ,auntie was the woman-doctor of ,b----4 ,he found her in the ,square4 ,the townspeople were wildly excited4 ,the ,germans were coming4 ,but the boy thought only of his mother4 ,he tugged at auntie's sleeve4 ,his frenzied efforts at last caught her attention4 ,she saw he was in need and went with him4 ,agonizing little moans issued from the house as they entered4 ,in an instant the midwife understood4 ,she wanted to send the boy away1 but she must have help4 ,who was there to fetch and carry8 ,the neighbors1 terrified at their danger1 were making plans for departure4 ,she let the boy stay4 ,through the succeeding hour a white-faced little boy worked manfully4 ,his mother's cries wrung his childish heart4 ,why did babies come this way8 ,he could not understand4 ,would she die8 ,had his birth given such pain8 ,if only she could speak6 ,and once1 as if realizing his necessity1 his mother did speak4 8,it's all right1 my son2 it will soon be over40 ,that message brought comfort2 but his heart failed when the end came4 ,he rushed to the window and put his little hands tight over his ears4 ,it was only for a moment4 ,he was needed4 ,his mother's moans had ceased and a baby's cry broke the stillness4 ,the drama of birth passed1 the midwife grew restless4 ,she became conscious of the outer world4 ,there were high1 excited voices2 wagons clattered over stones2 moving-day had descended on the town4 ,she turned to the window4 ,neighbors with wheelbarrows and carts piled high with household possessions hurried by4 ,they beckoned to her4 ,for a moment the woman hesitated4 ,she looked at the mother on the bed1 nestling her babe to her breast2 then the panic of the outside world seized her4 ,quickly she left the room4 ,the small boy knelt at his mother's bedside1 his little face against hers4 ,softly he kissed the pale cheek4 ,the boy's heart had become a man's4 ,he tried by touch and look to speak his love1 his sympathy1 his admiration4 ,his mother smiled at him as she soothed the baby1 glad to be free from pain4 ,but presently the shouts and disorder of the departing townspeople reached her ears4 ,she stirred uneasily4 ,fear crept into her eyes4 ,passionately she strained her little one to her4 8,how soon1 little son1 how soon80 ,the lad1 absorbed in his mother1 had forgotten the ,germans4 ,with a start he realized the danger4 ,his new-born manhood took command4 ,his father was at the front4 ,he must protect his mother and tiny sister4 ,his mother was too ill to move1 but they ought to get away4 ,who had a wagon8 ,he hurried to the window1 but already even the stragglers were far down the road4 ,all but three of the horses had been sent to the front4 ,those three were now out of sight with their overloaded wagons4 ,the boy stood stupefied and helpless4 ,the woman on the bed stirred4 8,my son10 she called4 8,my son60 ,he went to her4 8,you must leave me and go on40 8,i can't1 mother40 ,the woman drew the boy down beside her4 ,she knew the struggle to come4 ,how could she make him understand that his life and the baby's meant more to her than her own8 ,lovingly she stroked the soft cheek4 ,it was a grave1 determined little face with very steady eyes4 8,son1 dear1 think of little sister4 ,the ,germans won't bother with babies4 ,there isn't any milk4 ,mother hasn't any for her4 ,you must take baby in your strong little arms and run--run with her right out of this land into ,holland40 ,but he could not be persuaded4 ,the mother understood that love and a sense of duty held him4 ,she gathered the baby in her arms and tried to rise1 but the overtaxed heart failed1 and she fell back half-fainting4 ,the boy brought water and bathed her head until the tired eyes opened4 8,little son1 it will kill mother if you don't go40 ,the boy's shoulders shook4 ,he knelt by the bed4 ,a sob broke from him4 ,then there came the faint1 far-distant call of the bugle4 ,frantically the mother gathered up her baby and held it out to the boy4 8,for mother's sake1 son1 for mother40 ,in a flash the boy understood4 ,his mother had risked her life for the tiny sister4 ,she wanted the baby saved more than anything else in the world4 ,he dashed the tears from his eyes4 ,he wound his arms about his mother in a long1 passionate embrace4 8,i'll take her1 mother2 ,i'll get her there safely40 ,the bugle grew louder4 ,through the open window on the far-distant road could be seen a cloud of dust4 ,there was not a moment to lose4 ,stooping1 the boy caught up the red1 squirming baby4 ,very tenderly he placed the little body against his breast and buttoned his coat over his burden4 ,the sound of marching feet could now be heard4 ,swiftly he ran to the door4 ,as he reached the threshold he turned4 ,his mother1 her eyes shining with love and hope1 was waving a last good-by4 ,down the stairs1 out of the back door1 and across the fields sped the child4 ,over grass and across streams flew the sure little feet4 ,his heart tugged fiercely to go back1 but that look in his mother's face sustained him4 ,he knew the road to ,holland4 ,it was straight to the north2 but he kept to the fields4 ,he didn't want the baby discovered4 ,mile after mile1 through hour after hour1 he pushed on1 until twilight came4 ,he found a little spring and drank thirstily4 ,then he moistened the baby's mouth4 ,the little creature was very good4 ,occasionally she uttered a feeble cry1 but most of the time she slept4 ,the boy was intensely weary4 ,his feet ached4 ,he sat down under a great tree and leaned against it4 ,was it right to keep a baby out all night8 ,ought he to go to some farmhouse8 ,if he did1 would the people take baby away8 ,his mother had said1 8,run straight to ,holland40 ,but ,holland was twenty miles away4 ,he opened his coat and looked at the tiny creature4 ,she slept peacefully4 ,the night was very warm4 ,he decided to remain where he was4 ,it had grown dark4 ,the trees and bushes loomed big4 ,his heart beat quickly4 ,he was glad of the warm1 soft1 live little creature in his arms4 ,he had come on this journey for his mother1 but suddenly his boy's heart opened to the tiny1 clinging thing at his breast4 ,his little hand stroked the baby tenderly4 ,then he stooped1 and softly his lips touched the red1 wrinkled face4 ,presently his little body relaxed1 and he slept4 ,he had walked eight miles4 ,through the long night the deep sleep of exhaustion held him4 ,he lay quite motionless1 head and shoulders resting against the tree-trunk1 and the new-born babe enveloped in the warmth of his body and arms slept also4 ,the feeble cry of the child woke him4 ,the sun was coming over the horizon and the air was alive with the twitter of birds4 ,at first he thought he was at home and had awakened to a long happy summer's day4 ,then the fretful little cries brought back memory with a rush4 ,his new-born love flooded him4 ,tenderly he laid the little sister down4 ,stretching his stiff and aching body1 he hurried for water4 ,very carefully he put a few drops in the little mouth and wet the baby's lips with his little brown finger4 ,this proved soothing and the cries ceased4 ,the tug of the baby's lips on his finger clutched his heart4 ,the helpless little thing was hungry1 and he too was desperately hungry4 ,what should he do8 ,his mother had spoken of milk4 ,he must get milk4 ,again he gathered up his burden and buttoned his coat4 ,from the rising ground on which he stood he could see a farmhouse with smoke issuing from its chimney4 ,he hurried down to the friendly open door4 ,a kind woman gave him food4 ,she recognized him as a little refugee bound for ,holland4 ,he had difficulty in concealing the baby1 but fortunately she did not cry4 ,the woman saw that he carried something1 but when he asked for milk she concluded he had a pet kitten4 ,he accepted this explanation4 ,eagerly he took the coveted milk and started on4 ,but day-old babies do not know how to drink4 ,when he dropped milk into the baby's mouth she choked and sputtered4 ,he had to be content with moistening her mouth and giving her a milk-soaked finger4 ,refreshed by sleep and food1 the boy set off briskly4 ,holland did not now seem so far off4 ,if only his mother were safe6 ,had the ,germans been good to her8 ,these thoughts pursued and tormented him4 ,as before1 he kept off the beaten track1 making his way through open meadows and patches of trees4 ,but as the day advanced1 the heat grew intense4 ,his feet ached1 his arms ached1 and1 worst of all1 the baby cried fretfully4 ,at noon he came to a little brook sheltered by trees4 ,he sat down on the bank and dangled his swollen feet in the cool1 fresh stream4 ,but his tiny sister still cried4 ,suddenly a thought came to him4 ,placing the baby on his knees1 he undid the towel that enveloped her4 ,there had been no time for clothes4 ,then he dipped a dirty pocket-handkerchief in the brook and gently sponged the hot1 restless little body4 ,very tenderly he washed the little arms and legs4 ,that successfully accomplished1 he turned the tiny creature and bathed the small back4 ,evidently this was the proper treatment1 for the baby grew quiet4 ,his heart swelled with pride4 ,reverently he wrapped the towel around the naked little one and1 administering a few drops of milk1 again went on4 ,all through that long1 hot afternoon he toiled4 ,his footsteps grew slower and slower2 he covered diminishing distances4 ,frequently he stopped to rest1 and now the baby had begun again to cry fitfully4 ,at one time his strength failed4 ,then he placed the baby under a tree and rising on his knees uttered a prayer3 8,o ,god1 she's such a little thing1 help me to get her there40 ,like a benediction came the cool breeze of the sunset hour1 bringing renewed strength4 99 99 99 99 99 ,in the afternoon of the following day a wagon stopped before a ,belgian refugee-camp in ,holland4 ,slowly and stiffly a small boy slid to the ground4 ,he had been picked up just over the border by a friendly farmer1 and driven to camp4 ,he was dirty1 bedraggled and footsore4 ,very kindly the ladies' committee received him4 ,he was placed at the table and a bowl of hot soup was set before him4 ,he ate awkwardly with his left hand4 ,his right hand held something beneath his coat1 which he never for a moment forgot4 ,the women tried to get his story1 but he remained strangely silent4 ,his eyes wandered over the room and back to their faces4 ,he seemed to be testing them4 ,not for an hour1 not until there was a faint stirring in his coat1 did he disclose his burden4 ,then1 going to her whom he had chosen as most to be trusted1 he opened his jacket4 ,in a dirty towel lay a naked1 miserably thin1 three-days'-old baby4 ,mutely holding out the forlorn object1 the boy begged help4 ,bit by bit they got his story4 ,hurriedly a ,belgian refugee mother was sent for4 ,she was told what had happened1 and she took the baby to her breast4 ,jealously the boy stood guard while his tiny sister had her first meal4 ,but the spark of life was very low4 ,for two days the camp concentrated on the tiny creature4 ,the boy never left his sister's side4 ,but her ordeal had been too great4 ,it was only a feeble flicker of life at best1 and during the third night the little flame went out4 ,the boy was utterly crushed4 ,he had now but one thought--to reach his mother4 ,it was impossible to keep the news from him longer4 ,he would have gone in search4 ,gently he was told of the skirmish that had destroyed the ,belgian hamlet4 ,there were no houses or people in the town that had once been his home4 99 99 99 99 99 8,that is his story10 ended the friendly little ,dutch woman4 8,and his father80 ,i inquired4 8,killed at the front10 was the reply4 ,i rose to go1 but could not get the boy out of my mind4 ,what a world6 ,what intolerable suffering6 ,was there no way out8 ,then the ever-recurring phrase of the ,french and ,belgian soldiers came to me4 ,when ,i had shuddered at ghastly wounds1 at death1 at innumerable white crosses on a bloody battlefield1 invariably1 in dry1 cynical1 hopeless tones1 the soldier would make the one comment1-- 8,c'est la guerre2 que voulez-vous80--8,it is war2 what would you80 ,,dramatic ,,selections ,,brown ,,wolf ,,by ,,jack ,,london ,the ,klondiker's face took on a contemptuous expression as he said finally1 8,i reckon there's nothin' in sight to prevent me takin' the dog right here an' now40 ,walt's face reddened1 and the striking-muscles of his arms and shoulders seemed to stiffen and grow tense4 ,his wife fluttered apprehensively into the breach4 8,maybe ,mr4 ,miller is right10 she said4 8,i'm afraid that he is4 ,wolf does seem to know him1 and certainly he answers to the name of ,brown4 ,he made friends with him instantly1 and you know that's something he never did with anybody before4 ,besides1 look at the way he barked4 ,he was bursting with joy4 ,joy over what8 ,without doubt at finding ,mr4 ,miller40 ,walt's striking-muscles relaxed1 and his shoulders seemed to droop with hopelessness4 8,i guess you're right1 ,madge10 he said4 8,wolf isn't ,wolf1 but ,brown1 and he must belong to ,mr4 ,miller40 8,perhaps ,mr4 ,miller will sell him80 she suggested4 8,we can buy him40 ,skiff ,miller shook his head1 no longer belligerent1 but kindly1 quick to be generous in response to generousness4 8,i had five dogs10 he said1 casting about for the easiest way to temper his refusal4 8,he was the leader4 ,they was the crack team of ,alaska4 ,nothin' could touch 'em4 ,in #ahih ,i refused five thousand dollars for the bunch4 ,dogs was high then anyway2 but that wasn't what made the fancy price4 ,it was the team itself4 ,brown was the best in the team4 ,that winter ,i refused twelve hundred for him4 ,i didn't sell 'm then an' ,i ain't a-sellin' 'm now4 ,besides1 ,i think a mighty lot of that dog4 ,i've ben lookin' for 'm for three years4 ,it made me fair sick when ,i found he'd ben stole--not the value of him1 but the--well1 ,i liked 'm4 ,i couldn't believe my eyes when ,i seen 'm just now4 ,i thought ,i was dreamin'4 ,it was too good to be true4 ,why1 ,i was his wet-nurse4 ,i put 'm to bed1 snug every night4 ,his mother died1 and ,i brought 'm up on condensed milk at two dollars a can when ,i couldn't afford it in my own coffee4 ,he never knew any mother but me40 ,madge began to speak3 8,but the dog10 she said4 8,you haven't considered the dog40 ,skiff ,miller looked puzzled4 8,have you thought about him80 she asked4 8,don't know what you're drivin' at10 was the response4 8,maybe the dog has some choice in the matter10 ,madge went on4 8,maybe he has his likes and desires4 ,you have not considered him4 ,you give him no choice4 ,it had never entered your mind that possibly he might prefer ,california to ,alaska4 ,you consider only what you like4 ,you do with him as you would with a sack of potatoes or a bale of hay40 ,this was a new way of looking at it1 and ,miller was visibly impressed as he debated it in his mind4 ,madge took advantage of his indecision4 8,if you really love him1 what would be happiness to him would be your happiness also10 she urged4 ,skiff ,miller continued to debate with himself1 and ,madge stole a glance of exultation to her husband1 who looked back warm approval4 8,what do you think80 the ,klondiker suddenly demanded4 ,it was her turn to be puzzled4 8,what do you mean80 she asked4 8,d'ye think he'd sooner stay in ,california80 ,she nodded her head with positiveness4 8,i'm sure of it40 ,skiff ,miller again debated with himself1 though this time aloud1 at the same time running his gaze in a judicial way over the mooted animal4 8,he was a good worker4 ,he's done a heap of work for me4 ,he never loafed on me1 an' he was a joe-dandy at hammerin' a raw team into shape4 ,he's got a head on him4 ,he can do everything but talk4 ,he knows what you say to him4 ,look at 'm now4 ,he knows we're talkin' about him40 ,the dog was lying at ,skiff ,miller's feet1 head close down on paws1 ears erect and listening1 and eyes that were quick and eager to follow the sound of speech as it fell from the lips of first one and then the other4 8,an' there's a lot of work in 'm yet4 ,he's good for years to come4 ,an' ,i do like him40 ,once or twice after that ,skiff ,miller opened his mouth and closed it again without speaking4 ,finally he said3 8,i'll tell you what ,i'll do4 ,your remarks1 ma'am1 has some weight in them4 ,the dog's worked hard1 and maybe he's earned a soft berth an' has got a right to choose4 ,anyway1 we'll leave it up to him4 ,whatever he says goes4 ,you people stay right here settin' down2 ,i'll say #8good-by' and walk off casual-like4 ,if he wants to stay1 he can stay4 ,if he wants to come with me1 let 'm come4 ,i won't call 'm to come an' don't you call 'm to come back40 ,he looked with sudden suspicion at ,madge1 and added1 8,only you must play fair4 ,no persuadin' after my back is turned40 8,we'll play fair10 ,madge began1 but ,skiff ,miller broke in on her assurances4 8,i know the ways of women10 he announced4 8,their hearts is soft4 ,when their hearts is touched they're likely to stack the cards1 look at the bottom of the deck1 an' lie--beggin' your pardon1 ma'am--,i'm only discoursin' about women in general40 8,i don't know how to thank you10 ,madge quavered4 8,i don't see as you've got any call to thank me10 he replied2 8,brown ain't decided yet4 ,now1 you won't mind if ,i go away slow4 ,it's no more'n fair1 seein' ,i'll be out of sight inside a hundred yards40 ,madge agreed and added1 8,and ,i promise you faithfully that we won't do anything to influence him40 8,well1 then1 ,i might as well be gettin' along10 ,skiff ,miller said1 in the ordinary tones of one departing4 ,at this change in his voice ,wolf lifted his head quickly1 and still more quickly got to his feet when the man and woman shook hands4 ,he sprang up on his hind legs1 resting his fore-paws on her hip and at the same time licking ,skiff ,miller's hand4 ,when the latter shook hands with ,walt1 ,wolf repeated his act1 resting his weight on ,walt and licking both men's hands4 8,it ain't no picnic1 ,i can tell you that10 were the ,klondiker's last words1 as he turned and went slowly up the trail4 ,for the distance of twenty feet ,wolf watched him go1 himself all eagerness and expectancy1 as though waiting for the man to turn and retrace his steps4 ,then1 with a quick1 low whine1 ,wolf sprang after him1 overtook him1 caught his hand between his teeth with reluctant tenderness and strove gently to make him pause4 ,failing in this1 ,wolf raced back to where ,walt ,irvine sat1 catching his coat-sleeve in his teeth and trying vainly to drag him after the retreating man4 ,wolf's perturbation began to wax4 ,he desired ubiquity4 ,he wanted to be in two places at the same time1 with the old master and the new1 and steadily the distance was increasing4 ,he sprang about excitedly1 making short1 nervous leaps and twists1 now toward one1 now toward the other1 in painful indecision1 not knowing his own mind1 desiring both and unable to choose1 uttering quick1 sharp whines and beginning to pant4 ,he sat down abruptly on his haunches1 thrusting his nose upward1 his mouth opening and closing with jerky movements1 each time opening wider4 ,the jerking movements were in unison with the recurrent spasms that attacked the throat1 each spasm severer and more intense than the preceding one4 ,and in accord with jerks and spasms the larynx began to vibrate1 at first silently1 accompanied by the rush of air expelled from the lungs1 then sounding a low1 deep note1 the lowest in the register of the human ear4 ,all this was the nervous and muscular preliminary to howling4 ,but just as the howl was on the verge of bursting from the full throat1 the wide open mouth was closed1 the paroxysms ceased1 and he looked long and steadily at the retreating man4 ,suddenly ,wolf turned his head1 and over his shoulder just as steadily regarded ,walt4 ,the appeal was unanswered4 ,not a word nor a sign did the dog receive1 no suggestion and no clew as to what his conduct should be4 ,a glance ahead to where the old master was nearing the curve of the trail excited him again4 ,he sprang to his feet with a whine1 and then1 struck by a new idea1 turned his attention to ,madge4 ,hitherto he had ignored her1 but now1 both masters failing him1 she alone was left4 ,he went over to her and snuggled his head in her lap1 nudging her arm with his nose--an old trick of his when begging for favors4 ,he backed away from her and began writhing and twisting playfully1 curveting and prancing1 half rearing and striking his fore-paws to the earth1 struggling with all his body1 from the wheedling eyes and flattening ears to the wagging tail1 to express the thought that was in him and that was denied him utterance4 ,this too he soon abandoned4 ,he was depressed by the coldness of these humans who had never been cold before4 ,no response could he draw from them1 no help could he get4 ,they did not consider him4 ,they were as dead4 ,he turned and silently gazed after the old master4 ,skiff ,miller was rounding the curve4 ,in a moment he would be gone from view4 ,yet he never turned his head1 plodding straight onward2 slowly and methodically1 as though possessed of no interest in what was occurring behind his back4 ,and in this fashion he went out of view4 ,wolf waited for him to reappear4 ,he waited a long minute1 quietly1 silently without movement as though turned to stone--withal stone quick with eagerness and desire4 ,he barked once1 and waited4 ,then he turned and trotted back to ,walt ,irvine4 ,he sniffed his hand and dropped down heavily at his feet1 watching the trail where it curved emptily from view4 ,the tiny stream slipping down the mossy-lipped stone seemed suddenly to increase the volume of its gurgling noise4 ,save for the meadow larks1 there was no other sound4 ,the great yellow butterflies drifted silently through the sunshine and lost themselves in the drowsy shadows4 ,madge gazed triumphantly at her husband4 ,a few minutes later ,wolf got upon his feet4 ,decision and deliberation marked his movements4 ,he did not glance at the man and woman4 ,his eyes were fixed up the trail4 ,he had made up his mind4 ,they knew it4 ,and they knew1 so far as they were concerned1 that the ordeal had just begun4 ,he broke into a trot and ,madge's lips pursed1 forming an avenue for the caressing sound that it was the will of her to send forth4 ,but the caressing sound was not made4 ,she was impelled to look at her husband1 and she saw the sternness with which he watched her4 ,the pursed lips relaxed1 and she sighed inaudibly4 ,wolf's trot broke into a run4 ,wider and wider were the leaps he made4 ,not once did he turn his head1 his wolf's brush standing out straight behind him4 ,he cut sharply across the curve of the trail and was gone4--,from 8,love of ,life10 copyrighted by ,the ,macmillan ,co41 ,new ,york1 and used by their kind permission4 ,,the ,,sign ,,of ,,the ,,cross ,,by ,,wilson ,,barrett ,it was a festival day in ,rome4 ,nero had decreed it4 ,in the ,circus was to be given a performance the like of which had never before been witnessed4 ,the whole city was excited by the rumors of the numbers of ,christians doomed to die1 and of the ferocity of the beasts they were to encounter4 ,the dungeon beneath the amphitheatre in which the ,christians were imprisoned was a large1 gloomy1 stone vault1 destitute of furniture of any kind4 ,great was the contrast between the dark1 damp cell and the sunlit arena1 crowded with eager1 gayly dressed patricians4 ,in the dungeon were scores of men and women waiting for the signal to pass forth to a certain and cruel death2 in the auditorium was a seething mass of humanity1 thousands upon thousands impatiently awaiting their coming forth1 and gloating already in imagination upon the horrors they must undergo4 ,the roars of the hungry beasts could be faintly heard1 even when the doors were closed2 so could the equally merciless howls of the blood-thirsty populace4 ,how they were to die had not been told the martyrs2 only this they knew1 that they were to die1 and that every endeavor would be made to make their deaths as horrible1 revolting and cruel as possible4 ,among them were a few that trembled and felt sick with physical fear1 but not one murmured4 ,their eyes were mentally fixed upon the ,cross4 ,again there was a loud call of the trumpets4 ,the doors were thrown open1 and the arena beyond could be seen by the prisoners1 flooded with golden sunshine4 8,now1 then1 march60 ,for a moment there was a pause1 but almost before it could be realized ,mercia's clear1 sweet voice rang out the first words of their beloved hymn3 8,shepherd of souls that stumble by the way1 ,pilot of vessels storm-tossed in the night1 ,healer of wounds1 for help to ,thee we pray40 ,singing these words with uplifted eyes and undaunted hearts1 those noble martyrs went calmly and resignedly through the dark ,valley of the ,shadow of ,death to the everlasting peace that awaited them beyond4 ,mercia1 a beautiful girl1 was left alone in the dungeon4 ,it was generally understood that ,marcus ,superbus1 the handsome1 wealthy young ,prefect of ,rome1 was madly in love with this ,christian girl1 and the adventuress who hoped to entrap ,marcus prevailed upon ,nero to make ,mercia's punishment unique and horrible4 ,she sank upon her knees with her face pressed against the iron bars4 ,presently the door leading to the corridor was unbarred4 ,two officers entered1 ushering in ,marcus1 who started on finding ,mercia alone4 ,dismissing the guards1 he closed the door and gazed with infinite tenderness upon the white figure at his feet--,mercia4 ,for a time ,marcus could not speak2 his heart felt like bursting with grief for this beautiful girl4 ,here in this loathsome dungeon she could still preserve her courage and could still pray for forgiveness for her persecutors4 8,mercia6 ,mercia60 8,what would you with me80 8,i came to save thee4 ,i have knelt to ,nero for thy pardon4 ,he will grant it upon one condition--that thou dost renounce thy false worship--0 8,it is not false6 ,it is true and everlasting40 8,everlasting8 ,nothing is everlasting6 ,there is no after-life2 the end is here4 ,men come and go2 they drink their little cup of woe or happiness1 and then sleep--the sleep that knows no awakening40 8,art thou sure of that8 ,ask thyself1 are there no inward monitors that silently teach thee there is a life to come80 8,all men have wishes for a life to come1 if it could better this40 8,it will better this1 if this life be well lived4 ,hast thou lived well80 8,no2 thou hast taught me that ,i never knew the shame of sin until ,i knew thy purity4 ,ah6 whence comes thy wondrous grace80 8,if ,i have any grace it comes from ,him who died on ,calvary's cross that grace might come to all40 8,thou dost believe this80 8,i do believe it40 8,but thou hast no proof40 8,yes4 ,the proof is here40 8,oh1 thou dost believe so8 ,all men1 all nations have their gods4 ,this one bows down to a thing of stone1 and calls it his god2 another to the sun1 and calls it his god4 ,a god of brass--a god of gold--a god of wood4 ,each tells himself his is the true god4 ,all are mistaken40 8,all are mistaken40 8,and thou8 ,what is thy ,god8 ,a fantasy--a vision--a superstition4 ,wilt thou die for such a thing80 8,i will die for my ,master gladly40 8,mercia1 hear me6 ,thou shalt not die6 ,i cannot let thee go6 ,i love you so6 ,i love you so60 8,thou hast told me so before1 and wouldst have slain thy soul and mine40 8,i grant it4 ,i did not know4 ,i was blind6 ,now ,i see my love for thee is love indeed4 ,the brute is dead in me1 the man is living4 ,thy purity that ,i would have smirched hath cleansed me4 ,live1 ,mercia6 ,live and be my wife60 8,thy wife8 ,thy wife8 ,oh1 ,marcus1 hear me4 ,this love ,i speak of came1 ,i know not whence1 nor how1 then2 now ,i know it came from ,him who gave me life4 ,i receive it joyfully because ,he gave it4 ,think you ,he gave it to tempt me to betray ,him8 ,nay1 ,marcus1 ,he gave it to me to uphold and strengthen me4 ,i will be true to ,him60 8,thou wilt love80 8,i will not deny ,him who died for me60 8,mercia1 if thy ,god exists ,he made us both1 the one for the other4 ,hearken6 ,i am rich beyond all riches4 ,i have power1 skill1 strength2 with these the world would be my slave1 my vassal4 ,nero is hated1 loathed--is tottering on his throne4 ,i have friends in plenty who would help me--the throne of ,csar might be mine--and thou shalt share it with me if thou wilt but live4 ,the crown of an ,empress shall deck that lovely head if thou wilt but live--only consent to live60 8,my crown is not of earth1 ,marcus2 it awaits me there40 8,i cannot part from thee and live1 ,mercia6 ,i have1 to save thy precious life1 argued and spoken against thy faith1 thy ,god1 but to speak truth to thee1 ,i have been sorely troubled since ,i first saw thee4 ,strange yearnings of the spirit come in the lonely watches of the night2 ,i battle with them1 but they will not yield4 ,i tremble with strange fears1 strange thoughts1 strange hopes4 ,if thy faith be true1 what is this world8--a little tarrying-place1 a tiny bridge between two vast eternities1 that from which we have traveled1 that towards which we go4 ,oh1 but to know6 ,how can ,i know1 ,mercia8 ,teach me how to know60 8,look at the ,cross1 and pray1 #8,help ,thou my unbelief4' ,give up all that thou hast1 and follow ,him60 8,would ,he welcome even me80 8,yea1 even thee1 ,marcus40 ,now there sounded on their ears another call from the trumpets4 ,the brazen doors slid back1 the guards entered1 followed this time by ,tigellinus4 8,prefect1 the hour has come4 ,csar would have this maid's decision4 ,doth she renounce ,christus and live1 or cling to him and die80 8,mercia1 answer him60 8,i cling to ,him and die4 ,farewell1 ,marcus60 8,no1 not #8,farewell4' ,death cannot part us4 ,i1 too1 am ready6 ,my lingering doubts are dead2 the light hath come6 ,return to ,csar2 tell him ,christus hath triumphed4 ,marcus1 too1 is a ,christian40 ,his face shone with the same glorious radiance that had transfigured the features of ,mercia4 ,they were glorified by the presence of ,him who had promised to them1 even as ,he had promised to the penitent thief dying on the ,cross beside ,him--8,verily1 ,i say unto thee1 this day shalt thou be with me in ,paradise40 ,,the ,,little ,,fir ,,tree ,,by ,,hans ,,christian ,,andersen ,once there was a ,little ,fir ,tree1 slim and pointed and shiny1 which stood in a forest in the midst of some big fir trees1 broad and tall and shadowy green4 ,the ,little ,fir ,tree was very unhappy because he was not big like the others4 ,when the birds came flying into the woods and lit on the branches of the big trees1 and built their nests there1 he used to call up to them1 8,come down1 come down1 rest in my branches60 ,but they always said1 8,oh1 no1 no1 you are too little40 ,and when the splendid wind came blowing and singing through the forest1 it bent and rocked and swung the tops of the big trees and murmured to them4 ,then the ,little ,fir ,tree looked up and called--8,oh1 please1 dear wind1 come down and play with me60 ,but he always said1 8,oh1 no1 you are too little1 you are too little40 ,and in the winter the white snow fell softly1 softly1 and covered the great trees all over with wonderful caps and coats of white4 ,the ,little ,fir ,tree close down in the cover of the others would call up1 8,oh1 please1 dear snow1 give me a cap too6 ,i want to play too60 ,but the snow always said--8,oh1 no1 no1 no1 you are too little1 you are too little40 ,the worst of all was when men came with sledges and teams of horses4 ,they came to cut the big trees and carry them away4 ,and when one had been cut down and carried away1 the others talked about it1 and nodded their heads4 ,and the ,little ,fir ,tree listened1 and heard them say that when you were carried away so1 you might become the mast of a mighty ship and go far away over the ocean and see many wonderful things1 or you might be a part of a fine house in a great city and see much of life4 ,the ,little ,fir ,tree wanted greatly to see life but he was always too little2 the men passed him by4 ,but1 by and by1 one cold winter's morning1 men came with a sledge and horses and after they had cut here and there1 they came to the circle of trees round the ,little ,fir ,tree and looked all about4 8,there are none little enough10 they said4 ,oh6 how the ,little ,fir ,tree pricked up his needles4 8,here is one10 said one of the men2 8it is just little enough40 ,and he touched the ,little ,fir ,tree4 ,the little ,fir ,tree was happy as a bird1 because he knew they were about to cut him down4 ,and when he was being carried away on the sledge he lay wondering so contentedly whether he should be the mast of a ship or part of a fine house in the city4 ,but when they came to the town he was taken out and set upright in a tub and placed on the edge of a sidewalk in a row of other fir trees all small1 but none so little as he4 ,and then the ,little ,fir ,tree began to see life4 ,people kept coming to look at the trees and take them away1 but always when they saw the ,little ,fir ,tree1 they shook their heads and said1 8,it is too little1 too little60 ,until finally two children came along1 hand in hand1 looking carefully at all the small trees4 ,when they saw the ,little ,fir ,tree1 they cried out1 8,we'll take this one2 it is just little enough60 ,they took him out of his tub and carried him away between them4 ,and the happy ,little ,fir ,tree spent all his time wondering what it could be that he was just little enough for2 he knew it could hardly be a mast or a house since he was going away with children4 ,he kept wondering while they took him in through some big doors and set him up in another tub on the table in a bare little room4 ,pretty soon they went away and came back again with a big basket carried between them4 ,then some pretty ladies1 with white caps on their heads and white aprons over their blue dresses1 came bringing little parcels4 ,the children took things out of the basket and began to play with the ,little ,fir ,tree1 just as he had often wished the birds and wind and snow to do2 he felt their soft little touches on his head and his twigs and his branches1 and when he looked down at himself1 as far as he could look1 he saw that he was all hung with gold and silver chains6 ,there were strings of fluffy white stuff drooping around him4 ,his twigs held little gold nuts and pink rosy balls and silver stars4 ,he had little pink and white candles in his arms1 but last and most wonderful of all1 the children hung a beautiful white floating doll angel over his head6 ,the ,little ,fir ,tree could not breathe for joy and wonder4 ,what was it that he was now8 ,why was this glory for him8 ,after a time every one went away and left him4 ,it grew dusk and the ,little ,fir ,tree began to hear strange sounds through the closed doors4 ,sometimes he heard a child crying4 ,he was beginning to be lonely4 ,it grew more and more shadowy4 ,all at once the doors opened and the two children came in4 ,two of the pretty ladies were with them4 ,they came to the ,little ,fir ,tree and quickly lighted all the pink and white candles4 ,then the two pretty ladies took hold of the table with the ,little ,fir ,tree on it and pushed it1 very smoothly and quickly1 out of the doors1 across a hall and in at another door4 ,the ,little ,fir ,tree had a sudden sight of a long room with many little white beds in it1 of children propped up on pillows in the beds1 and of other children in great wheel chairs and others hobbling about or sitting in little chairs4 ,he wondered why all the little children looked so white and tired2 he did not know he was in a hospital4 ,but before he could wonder any more1 his breath was quickly taken away by the shout those little white children gave4 8,oh1 ,oh6 ,m--,m--0 they cried4 8,how pretty60 8,how beautiful60 8,oh1 isn't it lovely80 ,he knew they must mean him1 for all their shining eyes were looking straight at him4 ,he stood straight as a mast and quivered in every needle for joy4 ,presently one weak little voice called out1 8,it's the nicest ,christmas tree ,i ever saw60 ,and then1 at last1 the ,little ,fir ,tree knew what he was2 he was a ,christmas tree6 ,and from his shiny head to his feet he was glad1 through and through1 because he was just little enough to be the nicest kind of a tree in the world4 ,a ,,chip ,,of ,,the ,,old ,,block ,,by ,,juliet ,,wilbur ,,tompkins ,the two were amazingly1 even absurdly alike1 as they faced each other across the library table4 ,the very scowl that lay heavy on the girl's forehead was an obvious inheritance from the parental scowl opposite4 8,i'm a self-made man1 ,paula--plain ,western goods4 ,it's too late to teach me fancy values4 ,i don't go a hang on anything but facts4 ,some folks can put a paper frill around a mutton chop and call it lamb1 but that ain't my way4 ,i see things as they are40 8,well1 ,i'm the daughter of a self-made man1 and of a ,new ,england school-teacher too2 if you can beat that combination for seeing things1 as they are--0 8,it's your notion that you see this young feller as he is80 8,i do4 ,and he has got just the things that you and ,i haven't and need40 8,he has1 eh8 ,you might mention one or two40 8,ancestry40 8,oh1 pshaw60 8,well1 then1 a sense of humor40 8,a--what80 ,if she had said a 8top-knot10 he could not have looked more amazedly disgusted4 8,a sense of humor4 ,and he's got common sense too4 ,he's poor and alone in the world and not awfully practical1 but ,i tell you1 father1 there's stuff in him that we hustlers have got to get into our families sooner or later1 if we're going to the top4 ,and--,i--am40 8,h'm4 ,on sixty dollars a month80 8,if necessary4 ,oh1 ,i don't pretend that ,ralph has done much in business yet4 ,few men have1 at nineteen40 8,at nineteen ,i had been at work seven years1 and had been raised six times1 both in salary and position4 ,this young feller tells me he has been at work three years1 and has been raised once--in salary only40 8,and that once was since he became interested in me2 there is one thing you have got to take into account1 father--that ,ralph with me will have a very different career from ,ralph without me40 8,but1 ,paula1 is that just your notion of a husband80 8,ralph is just my notion of a husband40 8,well1 ,i'm sorry1 but he ain't mine1 and that settles it4 ,you'll live to thank me for it40 8,well1 here's fair warning3 ,i don't give him up40 8,oh1 ,i guess you will40 8,you are trying to make the worst mistake of your life1 father10 she said reasonably4 8,now a mushy daughter would give in and let you repent it later2 but ,i think it's a lot better to save you from it1 and you'll live to thank me yet40 8,i'll live to take you ,east and leave you there with your ,aunt ,jennie1 till you've got sense1 if ,i hear any more of this40 8,well1 then1 you won't hear any more about it40 ,and she went out4 8,the little cuss60 he muttered4 ,then he sat down and wrote a letter beginning1 8,dear ,jennie10 and ending1 8,for heaven's sake1 wire that you will take her1 or she'll be off with him--by the front door and in broad daylight1 understand4 ,she's a straight little cuss4 ,what an everlasting shame she wasn't a boy60 ,even as he signed3 8,your aff4 ,bro410 the massive front door banged2 but he was too absorbed to notice it4 ,paula1 calm and serious1 carrying a suit-case1 took a car for the station where a young man was nervously pacing the platform4 ,he stood watching her for a moment before she saw him4 ,the clear red of her cheeks was no deeper than usual1 her blue eyes were unclouded1 in all her handsome1 well-dressed person there was not one hurried movement4 ,she even paused to compare her watch with the station clock4 ,an irrepressible laugh brought the color back to his face4 8,oh1 ,paula1 so you are here10 as he hurried to meet her4 8,you elope as calmly as you would go shopping40 8,it's a far more sensible proceeding6 ,have you the tickets80 8,not yet1 dear ,paula1 ,i want you enough to commit almost any crime--you know that1 and yet ,i can't quite square it with myself--this running away with a man's daughter4 ,and--such a rich man1 confound it6 ,i've been awake all night thinking over one thing4 ,you swept me off my feet yesterday2 but to-day--0 8,but1 ,ralph1 ,i gave father fair warning4 ,and this happens to be a case where he is wrong and ,i am right4 ,i don't think that just because ,i'm--,i'm fond of you1 but ,i can see1 you know1 just what you have got1 and what the other men ,i know haven't got1 better than father can4 ,he will see it too1 some day1 and thank me--,i told him so4 ,i'm not really eloping1 since eighteen is the age for a girl in this state4 ,and the fact that you're not of age yet doesn't matter1 for you haven't any parents or guardians to object4 ,and father needn't give us any money--we can get along with yours and mine4 ,now the train is due in three minutes and1 of course1 you needn't marry me if you don't want to4 ,but if you do1 you'd better get the tickets40 ,three hours later the two emerged from a cab in front of an imposing courthouse and followed endless lengths of unclean1 tessellated pavement until they reached a door bearing the significant sign3 8,marriage ,licenses40 ,the clerk had the engraved forms out before anything coherent had been said4 ,he was a hurried1 dry little man1 who appeared suffering to say1 8,step lively1 please60 at every pause4 8,parents or guardian's consent80 8,i have no parents or guardian40 8,can't issue license to you then40 8,what8--why--why not80 8,law of the state40 8,but ,i am of age60 8,oh1 yes1 you can get married all right1 but he can't40 8,but what can we do80 8,wait two years1 or get a guardian and obtain his consent40 ,and ,cupid turned firmly back to the papers on his desk4 ,they went out into the corridor and1 finding a bench in a windowed recess1 dropped helplessly down on it while ,ralph gave voice to his personal opinion of the state law4 8,swearing isn't going to help1 ,ralph10 said ,paula decidedly4 8,now we've got to consider everything40 8,but the old fool--when ,i haven't a soul who could raise the least--0 8,yes1 dear4 ,now suppose we take up each possibility in turn4 ,it's half-past twelve1 and there isn't a train back till five-twenty1 too late to head off my letter to father40 8,oh1 it would be too flat60 8,and yet we don't know a soul in this city1 and we can't stay here unmarried40 8,i was a beast1 an ass1 to get you into such a mess4 ,perhaps some sort of a minister could marry us without a license4 ,i know they do in some states40 8,go ask him40 ,but he came back dejectedly4 8,can't be done2 ,i ought to be hanged60 8,well1 suppose we go and get lunch4 ,i want a cup of coffee and a ham sandwich40 ,they found it near by1 at a marble counter1 and presently took up their problem with renewed courage4 8,of course1 we can't stay here unmarried4 ,if we don't find a way before five-twenty--we must go back--and father will probably take me ,east by the next train40 8,and quite right4 ,i wouldn't let my daughter marry a blithering idiot who could get her into a scrape like this40 8,i shouldn't mind father's rage1 but ,i should hate his crowing4 ,i can't bear to be beaten like this1 but of course1 if you don't try to think1 we might as well go back to the station40 8,but what can thinking do against a set of darn fool state laws80 he burst out4 8,if ,i had only had the sense to set up a guardian--0 ,he broke off at her gasp of excitement4 ,her eyes were fixed on space1 big with a growing idea1 for a breathless moment2 then she turned to him radiant1 both fists clenched on the counter4 8,ralph1 ,i'll adopt you6 ,anybody of age can adopt anybody who isn't4 ,then ,i will give my consent and there we are60 ,he stared at her speechlessly2 then he hid his face in his hands and gave way to wild laughter4 8,have you anything against it80 8,no--no6 ,nothing60 8,come on1 then4 ,we shall have to hurry40 8,the ,court10 to whom they were referred for information1 proved to be a huge1 middle-aged1 kindly person4 ,if marriage was difficult under the state laws1 adoption was comparatively easy4 8,now what is the very shortest time in which it could be done80 8,oh1 it need not take much time4 ,a couple of weeks would be ample40 ,two pairs of dismayed eyes consulted each other4 8,couldn't you do it in less80 8,why1 ,i don't know4 ,if the circumstances were extraordinary--0 8,couldn't you do it before five o'clock to-day80 8,to-day80 8,we came down here to be married1 but were refused a license because ,i am not of age1 and hadn't anybody to give consent4 ,but if this lady1 who is of age1 could legally adopt me before the marriage bureau closed1 then1 you see1 she could give the necessary consent40 ,the ,court laughed until his whole bulk was a heaving frame of merriment4 ,but he was absorbed again in an instant1 and after a moment's deliberation he took down their names and ages and wrote briefly3 8,and you say the child is willing80 8,he seems to be40 ,half an hour later1 ,paula ,dennison had been formally appointed guardian of her future lord and master1 and had given her written consent to his marriage4 ,the ,court himself conducted them to the license bureau1 explained matters to the dry little clerk1 dryer and more hurried than ever1 witnessed the marriage1 kissed the bride1 escorted them down-stairs1 and put them into a cab4 ,the ,court was still standing to smile after the departing carriage when another came lurching up from the direction of the station4 ,even before it could stop1 a middle-aged man had burst out and was striding up the steps with dark and concerted purpose on his flushed face4 ,the ,court stared at him1 at first absently1 then with dawning suspicion--chin1 blue eyes1 carriage--surely such a resemblance could not be a mere coincidence6 ,after a brief hesitation he discreetly followed1 and suspicion grew to conviction as the man turned to the marriage license bureau4 ,the ,court1 lurking in the shadow of the open door1 heard him demand whether a young woman named ,dennison had tried to get married there to-day4 8,married fifteen minutes ago40 8,but they couldn't be--the boy wasn't of age4 ',tain't legal4 ,you had no right to issue a license4 ,why1 ,i'll have you--0 8,the applicant had the written consent of his guardian40 8,but he hadn't got a guardian--,i found that out before ,i started4 ,he was fooling you4 ,it's a--0 ,paula's written consent was laid before his eyes4 8,the lady took out papers of guardianship1 and so her consent was valid40 8,adopted him8 ,adopted him and then married him6 ,the little cuss6 ,adopted him1 by golly6 ,oh1 why wasn't she a boy8 ,oh1 well1 ,i guess it's all right4 ,adopted him6 ,and ,i never thought of that60 ,,the ,,honor ,,of ,,the ,,woods ,,anonymous ,the principal character of this story is ,john ,norton1 an aged trapper and scout in the ,adirondacks1 who is adored by the people for his bravery and courage4 ,and although he has not rowed in a race for over forty years1 he has decided to enter a free for all contest1 to be pulled on the ,saranac4 ,he does this1 because guides have brought him word that 8perfessionals0 are to pull4 ,and he thinks it would be an 8eternal shame if them city boasters beat the men born in the woods and on their own waters too40 ,another important character in our story is a young boy1 of whom ,john ,norton always speaks as 8the ,lad10 a good-hearted1 simple-minded boy1 whom the trapper has befriended and who worships the old man4 ,at the hotel all is expectation4 ,a great crowd has gathered in anticipation of the morrow's races1 for the guides had brought word that 8,old ,john ,norton was not only coming1 but that he was going to enter the race40 ,the thought that they were going to see this celebrated man stirred the people with a feeling of intense curiosity4 ,in the crowd were several aged men who remembered the fame the trapper had as an oarsman fifty years ago4 ,and one of their number closed a heated verbal debate about the merits of the various contestants with1 8,i tell you1 sir1 there ain't a man on ,god's green earth kin beat ,john ,norton at the oars40 ,on the other hand the professionals had their backers--college boys1 ,english tourists1 lawyers1 clergymen1 and bankers4 ,thus stood the feeling when a boat1 with the ,lad at the oar and the trapper at the paddle1 came out from behind an island into plain view of the hundreds that were watching for it4 ,as the boat came on talking ceased1 and amid a profound silence it drew up within fifty feet of the landing4 ,suddenly an old man leaning on a stout stick flourished it in the air1 and exclaimed in a voice that shook with the intensity of his emotion1 8,john ,norton1 he saved my life at the battle of ,salt ,lakes forty years ago4 ,three cheers for ,john ,norton60 ,then such a cheer arose as to burst the stillness into fragments and1 thrice repeated1 rolled its roar across the lake and against the distant hills1 until their hollow caverns resounded again1 while on the instant a hundred white handkerchiefs1 waved by whiter hands1 sprang into sight and filled the air with their snowy flutterings4 ,for one instant the color came and went in the face of the surprised trapper4 ,he then arose and stood at his utmost height4 ,meanwhile the eyes of the great multitude had time to take in his splendid proportions1 and the grave majesty of his countenance4 ,he then settled back and the boat moved toward the landing4 ,it was high noon on the ,saranac1 and a brighter day was never seen4 ,the lake had not stirred a ripple1 and the air was that cool1 fragrant air so good to breathe in a race4 ,the 8free for all0 was to be pulled at one o'clock4 ,the entries were closed the evening before1 and stood seven in all3 the three professionals1 the brother guides1 known as ,fred and ,charley1 the old trapper and the ,lad4 ,the boats were already in position4 ,the course ran straight down the lake to a line of seven buoys1 so that each boat had its own buoy to turn around and thence pull back again4 ,the length of the course was just four miles1 a longer race by half than was ever before pulled on those waters4 ,the boats were by no means the same length and width--the ,lad's was by far the heaviest4 ,the number of spectators was a wonder to all2 where all the people came from was a mystery4 ,the long piazza of the hotel1 the wharf1 even the roof of the boathouse swarmed with human beings4 ,the shore on either side was lined with spectators for the distance of half a mile4 8,now1 boys10 said the trapper1 8ye must remember that a four-mile race is a good deal of a pull1 and the goin' off ain't half so decidin' as the comin' in4 ,i don't conceit that we can afford to fool any time1 for them perfessionals have come here to row1 and they look to me as if they had a good deal of that sort of stuff in them2 but it won't do to get flustrated at the start1 and if ye see fit to follow ,i'll set ye a jegmatical sort of a stroke that will send us out to the buoys yonder without any rawness in the windpipe or kinks in the legs4 ,but still if ye don't think yer a-pullin' fast enough take yer lick1 fur in such a race as this is likely to be1 a man should follow his own notions and act accordin' to his gifts40 8,do you think we will win1 old trapper80 asked ,fred4 8,i dunno1 boy1 ,i sartinly dunno1 but ,i don't like yer oars1 especially that left one4 ,there's a kink in the shank of it that hadn't orter be there40 8,your oars are big enough to hold anyway and ,i hold you will win40 8,thank ye1 boys1 thank ye2 yis1 ,i sartinly shall try1 for it would be a mortal shame to have that prize to go out of the woods1 an' if nothin' gives way ,i'll give 'em a touch of the stuff that's in me1 the last mile1 that'll make 'em get down to work in earnest1 but if anything happens ,i have great hopes of the ,lad there1 for his gifts are wonderful at the oars and--0 8,ready there10 came the clear voice of the starter2 8ready there for the word40 8,aye1 aye1 ready it is10 replied the trapper4 8,now1 ,lad1 if anything happens to me and you see ,i can't win1 ,john ,norton will never forgive you if you don't pull like a sinner runnin' from jedgment40 8,ready there1 all of you2 ,one1 two1 three1 ,,go40 ,the oars of the professionals dropped on the water as if their blades were controlled by one man1 and their stroke was so tense and quick that the light boats fairly jumped ahead4 ,the trapper and the ,lad had been slower to get away and were a full length behind before they got fairly into motion4 ,the ,lad was the last to get started and so careless and ungainly was his appearance that the crowd1 who cheered at the passage of the others1 laughed and groaned at him4 ,for forty rods the race continued without change in the relative position of the boats4 ,the oars flashed1 dropped and flashed again1 as the professionals swept their oars ahead4 ,some rods behind the trapper and ,fred were rowing side by side1 stroke for stroke1 long1 steady and strong4 8,yis1 yis1 ,i understand2 but don't ye worry1 four miles is four miles4 ,still if yer a-gittin' narvous we'll lengthen out a little jest to show 'em we ain' more'n half asleep40 ,so saying the old man set his comrades so long and sharply pulled a stroke that the two boats doubled their rate of speed and came up even with the boats ahead4 8,there now1 ,i guess we'll ease up a leetle1 for the time to really pull ain't come yet4 ,i tell you1 boy1 that rifle is a-goin' to stay here in the woods4 ,there's the ,lad back there can beat us both1 but he won't try 'cause he thinks it would tickle an old man like me to win the prize4 ,easy1 boy1 easy1 let 'em git ahead if they want to1 the comin' in is what decides the race40 ,thus the boats rushed on their way1 while the multitude watched with eager eyes the receding racers4 ,the party of the trapper was in the ascendant1 for the spurt he had made revealed the tremendous power of the man and showed that old age had not weakened his enormous strength4 ,at last a man who stood on the edge of the boathouse called out3 8,they have turned the buoys2 the professionals are ahead40 8,how far behind is ,john ,norton80 8,he and the guides are four rods astern at least40 8,where is the ,lad80 8,oh1 he's out of the race2 he's fully ten rods behind the trapper and ,fred40 ,by this time the boats were plainly in view--the contestants were barely a mile away4 8,now1 boys10 said the trapper1 8the time has come for us to show the stuff that's in us4 ,are ye ready for the stroke1 boys80 ,a groan of pain interrupted the trapper4 ,the oars of ,charley were trailing--his strength had given out and his nose was bleeding profusely4 8,never mind10 whispered the trapper to ,fred1 8you must win this race if your whole family dies--all right1 long and quick now40 ,the young man obeyed4 ,he threw the full force of his strength on the oars4 ,the sudden vigor was too much for the wood2 there was a crash and the guide was thrown on his side4 ,the trapper was now thoroughly aroused4 ,the boats were within a hundred yards of the home-line and the ,lad was fully fifteen astern4 ,the roar of the crowd was deafening1 but through it a voice arose3 8,john ,norton1 now is your time1 pull40 ,the old man gathered himself for a supreme effort1 and then occurred a catastrophe so overwhelming that it hushed the roar of the crowd4 ,he had torn the rowlocks from the gunnels4 ,for a moment there was silence2 even the professionals intermitted a stroke2 but the ,lad turned his face ahead4 ,the old man arose and stood erect in the boat4 ,he shook the heavy oars in the air as if they had been reeds and shouted in a voice that sounded awful in its intensity3 8,now1 ,lad1 row for the sake of ,john ,norton1 and save his gray hairs from shame4 ,pull with every ounce of strength the ,almighty has given you1 or the honor of the woods is gone40 ,it was worth a thousand miles of travel and a year of life to see what happened4 ,the ,lad suddenly sat erect and his stroke lengthened to the full reach of oar and arm4 ,his boat seemed to spring into the air1 it flew on the top of the water1 and1 as it passed the trapper1 he shouted wildly1 8,go it1 ,lad1 go it1 ,lad1 the honor of the woods be on ye6 ,give it to 'em1 give it to 'em1 ye'll beat 'em yit1 sure as judgment day40 ,except his voice1 not a sound was heard4 ,men clutched their fists till the nails cut the skin of their palms4 ,one of the professionals fainted unnoticed1 another threw up his oars1 crazed by the excitement1 while the third pulled in grim desperation2 but he pulled in vain1 for the ,lad's boat caught him within fifty feet of the line and shot across it half a length to the front4 ,and then there arose such a shout as had not been heard that day4 8,three cheers for the ,lad1 three cheers for the ,lad10--and the honor of the woods was saved4 ,,travers' ,,first ,,hunt ,,by ,,richard ,,harding ,,davis ,young ,travers1 who had been engaged to a girl down on ,long ,island for the last three months1 only met her father and brother a few weeks before the day set for the wedding4 ,the brother was a master of hounds near ,south ,hampton2 the father and son talked horse all day and until one o'clock in the morning1 for they owned fast thoroughbreds1 and entered them at ,sheepshead ,bay1 and other race tracks4 ,old ,mr4 ,paddock1 the father of the girl1 had often said that when a young man asked for his daughter's hand1 he would ask him in return1 not if he lived straight1 but if he could ride straight2 and that on his answering in the affirmative1 depended her parent's consent4 ,travers had met ,miss ,paddock and her mother in ,europe4 ,he was invited to their place in the fall when the hunting season opened1 and had spent the evening most pleasantly and satisfactorily with his fiance in the corner of the drawing-room4 ,but as soon as the women had gone1 young ,paddock joined him and said3 8,you ride1 of course80 ,travers had never ridden1 but had been prompted what to answer by ,miss ,paddock1 and so said there was nothing he liked better4 ,as he expressed it1 he would rather ride than sleep4 8,that's good60 said ,paddock4 8,i'll give you a mount on ,satan to-morrow morning at the meet4 ,he is a bit nasty at the start of the season1 and ever since he killed ,wallis1 the second groom1 last year1 none of us care much to ride him2 but you can manage him1 no doubt4 ,he'll just carry your weight40 ,mr4 ,travers dreamed that night of taking large1 desperate leaps into space on a wild horse that snorted forth flames1 and that rose at solid stone walls as though they were hay-racks4 ,he was tempted to say he was ill in the morning1 which was1 considering the state of his mind1 more or less true1 but concluded as he would have to ride sooner or later during his visit1 and if he died breaking his neck1 it would be in a good cause1 he determined to do his best4 ,he didn't want to ride at all for two excellent reasons3 ,first1 because he wanted to live for ,miss ,paddock's sake1 and second1 because he wanted to live for his own sake4 ,the next morning was a most forbidding and doleful looking morning1 and young ,travers had great hopes that the meet would be declared off1 but just as he lay in doubts the servant knocked at his door with his riding things and his hot water4 ,he came down-stairs looking very miserable indeed4 ,satan had been taken to the place where they were to meet1 and ,travers viewed him on his arrival there with a sickening sense of fear as he saw him pulling three grooms off their feet4 ,travers decided that he would stay with his feet on solid earth just as long as he could1 and when the hounds were thrown off and the rest had started at a gallop1 he waited1 under pretense of adjusting his gaiters1 until they were well away4 ,then he clenched his teeth1 crammed his hat down over his ears1 and scrambled up on the saddle4 ,his feet fell quite by accident into the stirrups1 and the next moment he was off after the others1 with an indistinct feeling that he was on a locomotive that was jumping the ties4 ,satan was in among and had passed the other horses in less than five minutes1 and was so near the hounds that the whippers-in gave a cry of warning4 ,but ,travers could just as soon have pulled a boat back that was going over the ,niagara ,falls as ,satan1 and it was only that the hounds were well ahead that saved them from having ,satan run them down4 ,travers had to hold to the saddle with his left hand to keep himself from falling off1 and sawed and sawed on the reins with his right4 ,he shut his eyes whenever ,satan jumped1 and never knew how he happened to stick on2 but he did stick on1 and was so far ahead that in the misty morning no one could see how badly he rode4 ,as it was for daring and speed he led the field1 and not even young ,paddock was near him from the start4 ,there was a broad stream in front of him--and a hill just on the other side4 ,no one had ever tried to take this at a jump1 it was considered more of a swim than anything else1 and the hunters always crossed it by the bridge on the left4 ,travers saw the bridge and tried to jerk ,satan's head in that direction1 but ,satan kept right on as straight as an express train over the prairies4 ,fences and trees and furrows passed by and under ,travers like a panorama run by electricity1 and he only breathed by accident4 ,they went on at the stream and the hill beyond as though they were riding on a stretch of turf1 and though the whole field sent up a shout of warning and dismay1 ,travers could only gasp and shut his eyes4 ,he remembered the fate of the second groom and shivered4 ,then the horse rose like a rocket1 lifting ,travers so high in the air that he thought ,satan would never come down again1 but he did come down with his feet bunched on the opposite bank4 ,the next instant he was up and over the hill and stopped1 panting1 in the center of the pack that was snarling and snapping around the fox4 ,and then ,travers showed that he was a thorough-bred1 even though he could not ride1 for he hastily fumbled for his cigar case1 and when the others came pounding up over the hill1 they saw him seated nonchalantly on his saddle1 puffing critically at his cigar and giving ,satan patronizing pats on his head4 8,my dear girl10 said old ,mr4 ,paddock to his daughter as they rode back1 8if you love that young man and want to keep him1 make him promise to give up riding4 ,a more reckless and more brilliant horseman ,i have never seen2 he took that double jump at the gate and at the stream like a centaur1 but he will break his neck sooner or later1 and he ought to be stopped40 ,young ,paddock was so delighted with his future brother-in-law's riding that that night in the smoking room he made him a present of ,satan before all the men4 8,no10 said ,travers gloomily1 8,i can't take him2 your sister has asked me to give up what is dearer to me than anything next to herself1 and that is my riding2 you see she is absurdly anxious for my safety1 and she has asked me never to ride again1 and ,i have given my word40 ,a chorus of sympathetic remonstrances rose from the men4 8,yes1 ,i know10 said ,travers1 8but it just shows what sacrifices a man will make for the woman he loves40 ,,mary',s ,,night ,,ride ,,by ,,george ,w4 ,,cable ,mary ,richling1 the heroine of this story1 was the wife of ,john ,richling1 a resident of ,new ,orleans4 ,at the breaking out of the ,civil ,war she went to visit her parents in ,milwaukee4 ,about the time of the bombardment of ,new ,orleans1 she received news of the dangerous illness of her husband1 and decided at once to reach his bedside1 if possible4 ,taking with her her baby daughter1 a child of three years1 she proceeded southward1 where1 after several unsuccessful attempts to secure a pass1 she finally determined to break through the lines4 ,about the middle of the night ,mary ,richling was sitting very still and upright on a large1 dark horse that stood champing his ,mexican bit in the black shadow of a great oak4 ,mary held by the bridle another horse1 whose naked saddle-tree was empty4 ,a few steps in front of her the light of the full moon shone almost straight down upon a narrow road that just there emerged from the shadow of woods on either side and divided into a main right fork and a much smaller one that curved around to ,mary's left4 ,off in the direction of the main fork the sky was all aglow with camp-fires4 ,only just here on the left there was a cool and grateful darkness4 ,she lifted her head alertly4 ,a twig crackled under a tread1 and the next moment a man came out of the bushes on the left and1 without a word1 took the bridle of the led horse from her fingers and vaulted into the saddle4 ,the hand that rested for a moment on the cantle grasped a navy-six4 ,he was dressed in dull homespun1 but he was the same who had been dressed in blue4 ,he turned his horse and led the way down the lesser road4 8,if we'd of gone three hundred yards further1 we'd a run into the pickets4 ,i went nigh enough to see the videts settin' on their horses in the main road4 ,this here ain't no road2 it just goes up to a nigger quarters4 ,i've got one of the niggers to show us the way40 8,where is he80 whispered ,mary1 but1 before her companion could answer1 a tattered form moved from behind a bush a little in advance and started ahead in the path1 walking and beckoning4 ,presently they turned into a clear1 open forest and followed the long1 rapid1 swinging strides of the negro for nearly an hour4 ,then they halted on the bank of a deep1 narrow stream4 ,the negro made a motion for them to keep well to the right when they should enter the water4 ,the white man softly lifted ,alice to his arms1 and directed and assisted ,mary to kneel in her saddle with her skirts gathered carefully under her2 so they went down into the cold stream1 the negro first with arms outstretched above the flood1 then ,mary and then the white man1 or let us say plainly the spy1 with the unawakened child on his breast4 ,and so they rose out of it on the farther side without a shoe or garment wet1 save the rags of their dark guide4 ,again they followed him along a line of stake-and-rider fence1 with the woods on one side and the bright moonlight flooding a field of young cotton on the other4 ,now they heard the distant baying of housedogs1 now the doleful call of the chuckwill's widow1 and once ,mary's blood turned for an instant to ice at the unearthly shriek of a hoot-owl just above her head4 ,at length they found themselves in a dim1 narrow road1 and the negro stopped4 8,dess keep dis yer road fo' 'bout half mile an' yo' strike 'pon de broad main road4 ,tek de right1 an' you go whar yo' fancy take you4 ,good-by1 ,miss4 ,good-by1 ,boss2 don't yo' fergit yo' promise to tek me throo to de ,yankees when you come back4 ,i feered yo' gwine fergit it1 ,boss40 ,the spy said he would not1 and they left him4 ,the half mile was soon passed1 though it turned out to be a mile and a half1 and at length ,mary's companion looked back as they rode single file with ,mary in the rear1 and said softly1 8,there's the road40 ,as they entered it and turned to the right1 ,mary1 with ,alice in her arms1 moved somewhat ahead of her companion1 her indifferent horsemanship having compelled him to drop back to avoid a prickly bush4 ,his horse was just quickening his pace to regain the lost position when a man sprang up from the ground on the farther side of the highway1 snatched a carbine from the earth and cried1 8,halt60 ,the dark1 recumbent forms of six or eight others could be seen enveloped in their blankets lying about a few red coals4 ,mary turned a frightened look backward and met the eye of her companion4 8,move a little faster10 said he1 in a low1 clear voice4 ,as he did so1 she heard him answer the challenge1 as his horse trotted softly after hers4 8,don't stop us1 my friend2 we're taking a sick child to the doctor40 8,halt1 you hound60 the cry rang out2 and as ,mary glanced back three or four men were just leaping into the road4 ,but she saw also her companion1 his face suffused with an earnestness that was almost an agony1 rise in his stirrups with the stoop of his shoulders all gone1 and wildly cry1 8,go60 ,she smote her horse and flew4 ,alice woke and screamed4 ,the report of a carbine rang out and went rolling away in a thousand echoes through the wood4 ,two others followed in sharp succession1 and there went close by ,mary's ear the waspish whine of a minie-ball4 ,at the same moment she recognized--once1 twice1 thrice--just at her back1 where the hoofs of her companion's horse were clattering1 the tart rejoinders of his navy six4 8,go6 lay low6 lay low6 cover the child60 ,but his words were needless4 ,with head bowed forward and form crouched over the crying1 clinging child1 with slackened rein and fluttering dress1 and sunbonnet and loosened hair blown back upon her shoulders1 ,mary was riding for life and liberty and her husband's bedside4 8,go on6 go on6 ,they're saddling up6 ,go6 ,go6 ,we're going to make it6 ,go-oo60 ,and they made it4 ,,peabody',s ,,leap ,a ,,legend ,,of ,,lake ,,champlain ,many are the places1 scattered over the face of our beautiful country1 whose wild and picturesque scenery is worthy of the painter's pencil or the poet's pen4 ,some of them1 which were once celebrated for their rich stores of 8legendary lore10 are now only sought to view their natural scenery1 while the traditions which formerly gave them celebrity are buried in oblivion4 ,such is the scene of the following adventure--a romantic glen1 bounded on the north side by a high and rocky hill which stretches itself some distance into ,lake ,champlain1 terminating in a precipice1 some thirty feet in height1 and once known by the name of 8,peabody's ,leap40 ,at the time of this adventure1 ,timothy ,peabody was the only white man that lived within fifty miles of the place1 and his was the daring spirit that achieved it4 ,in an attack on one of the frontier settlements his family had all been massacred by the merciless savages1 and he had sworn that their death should be avenged4 ,the better to accomplish this dread purpose1 he had removed to this solitary place and constructed the rude shelter in which he dwelt1 till the blasts of winter drove him to the homes of his fellow-men1 again to renew the contest when spring had awakened nature into life and beauty4 ,he was a man who possessed much rude cunning1 combined with a thorough knowledge of ,indian habits1 by which he had always been enabled to avoid the snares of his subtle enemies4 ,often when they had come with a party to take him1 he escaped their lures1 and after destroying his hut1 on their return homeward some of their boldest warriors were picked off by his unerring aim--or1 on arriving at their settlement1 they learned that one of their swiftest hunters had been ambushed by him1 and fallen a victim of his deadly rifle4 ,he had lived in this way for several years1 and had so often baffled them1 that they had at last become weary of the pursuit1 and1 for some time1 had left him unmolested4 ,about this time1 a party of ,indians made a descent on one of the small settlements1 and had taken three men prisoners1 whom they were carrying home to sacrifice for the same number of their men that had been shot by ,peabody4 ,it was towards the close of day when they passed his abode2 most of the party in advance of the prisoners1 who1 with their hands tied1 and escorted by five or six ,indians1 were almost wearied out by their long march1 and but just able to crawl along4 ,he had observed this advance guard1 and let them pass unmolested1 for he suspected there were prisoners in the rear1 and intended to try some 8,yankee trick0 to effect their rescue4 ,he accordingly followed on in the trail of the party1 keeping among the thick trees which on either side skirted the path4 ,he had proceeded but a short distance before he heard the sharp report of a rifle apparently very near him1 and which he knew must be one of the ,indians who had strolled from the main body to procure some game for their evening meal4 ,from his acquaintance with their habits and language1 he only needed a disguise to enable him to join with the party if necessary and1 aided by the darkness which was fast approaching1 with but little danger of detection4 ,the resolution was quickly formed1 and as quickly put into operation1 to kill this ,indian and procure his dress4 ,he had got but a few paces before he discovered his intended victim1 who had just finished loading his rifle4 ,to stand forth and boldly confront him would give the savage an equal chance1 and if ,tim proved the best shot1 the party on hearing the report of two rifles at once would be alarmed and commence a pursuit4 ,the chance was1 therefore1 two to one against him1 and he was obliged to contrive a way to make the ,indian fire first4 ,planting himself1 then1 behind a large tree1 he took off his fox-skin cap1 and placing it on the end of his rifle1 began to move it to and fro4 ,the ,indian quickly discovered it1 and was not at a loss to recollect the owner by the cap4 ,knowing how often the white warrior had eluded them1 he determined to despatch him at once1 and without giving him notice of his dangerous proximity1 he instantly raised his rifle1 and its contents went whizzing through the air4 ,the ball just touched the bark of the tree1 and pierced the cap1 which rose suddenly like the death-spring of the beaver1 and then fell amid the bushes4 ,the ,indian1 like a true sportsman1 thinking himself sure of his victim1 did not go to pick up his game till he had reloaded his piece1 and dropping it to the ground1 was calmly proceeding in the operation1 when ,timothy as calmly stepped from his hiding-place1 exclaiming--8,now1 you tarnal kritter1 say yer prayers as fast as ever you can40 ,this was a short notice for the poor ,indian4 ,before him1 and scarcely ten paces distant1 stood the tall form of ,peabody1 motionless as a statue--his rifle to his shoulder--his finger on the trigger1 and his deadly aim firmly fixed on him4 ,he was about to run1 but he had not time to turn around1 ere the swift-winged messenger had taken his flight2 the ball pierced his side--he sprang in the air1 and fell lifeless on the ground4 ,no time was now to be lost4 ,peabody immediately proceeded to strip the dead body and to array himself in the accouterments1 consisting of a hunting shirt1 a pair of moccasins1 or leggins1 and the wampum belt and knife4 ,a little of the blood besmeared on his sunburnt countenance served for the red paint1 and it would have taken a keen eye in the gray twilight and thick gloom of the surrounding forest to have detected the counterfeit ,indian4 ,shouldering his rifle1 he again started in pursuit1 and followed the band till they arrived in the glen1 where their canoes were secreted4 ,here they stopped1 and began to make preparations for their expected supper1 previous to their embarkation for the opposite shore4 ,the canoes were launched and their baggage deposited in them4 ,a fire was blazing brightly and the party were walking around1 impatiently waiting the return of the hunter4 ,the body of ,timothy was safely deposited behind a fallen tree1 where he could see every motion1 and hear every word spoken in the circle4 ,here he had been about half an hour4 ,night had drawn her sable curtain around the scene or1 in other words1 it was dark4 ,the moon shone fitfully through the clouds which almost covered the horizon1 only serving occasionally to render the darkness visible4 ,the ,indians now began to evince manifest signs of impatience for the return of their comrade4 ,they feared that a party of the whites had followed them and taken him prisoner1 and at last resolved to go in search of him4 ,the plan1 which was fortunately overheard by ,timothy1 was to put the captives into one of the canoes1 under the care of five of their number1 who were to secrete themselves in case of an attack1 massacre the prisoners1 and then go to the assistance of their brethren4 ,as soon as the main body had started1 ,peabody cautiously crept from his hiding-place to the water and1 sliding in feet foremost1 moved along on his back1 his face just above the surface1 to the canoe which contained the rifles of the guard4 ,the priming was quickly removed from these1 and their powder-horns emptied1 replaced1 and the prisoners given notice of their intended rescue1 at the same time warning them not to show themselves above the gunwale till they were in safety4 ,he next1 with his ,indian knife1 separated the thong which held the canoe to the shore1 intending to swim off with it till he had got far enough to avoid observation1 then get in1 and paddle for the nearest place where a landing could be effected4 ,all this was but the work of a moment1 and he was slowly moving off from the shore1 as yet unobserved by the guard1 who little expected an attack from this side4 ,but1 unfortunately1 his rifle had been left behind1 and he was resolved not to part with 8,old ,plumper10 as he called it1 without at least one effort to recover it4 ,he immediately gave the captives notice of his intention1 and directed them to paddle slowly and silently out1 and in going past the headland1 to approach as near as possible1 and there await his coming4 ,the guard by this time had secreted themselves1 and one of the number had chosen the same place which ,timothy himself had previously occupied1 near which he had left his old friend4 ,he had almost got to the spot1 when the ,indian discovered the rifle1 grasped it1 and springing upon his feet1 gave the alarm to his companions4 ,quick as thought1 ,tim was upon him1 seized the rifle1 and wrenched it from him with such violence as to throw him breathless to the ground4 ,the rest of the ,indians were alarmed1 and1 sounding the war-whoop1 rushed upon him4 ,it was a standard maxim with ,timothy1 that 8a good soldier never runs till he is obliged to10 and he now found that he should be under the necessity of suiting his practice to his theory4 ,there was no time for deliberation2 he instantly knocked down the foremost with the butt of his rifle1 and bounded away through the thicket like a startled deer4 ,the three remaining ,indians made for the canoe in which the rifles were deposited1 already rendered harmless by the precaution of ,timothy4 ,this gave him a good advantage1 which was not altogether unnecessary1 as he was much encumbered with his wet clothes1 and before he reached the goal he could hear them snapping the dry twigs close behind him4 ,the main body likewise got the alarm1 and were but a short distance from him when he reached the headland4 ,those who were nearest he did not fear1 unless they came to close action1 and he resolved to send one more of them to his long home before he leaped from the precipice4 8,it's a burning shame to wet so much powder10 he exclaimed2 8,i'll have one more pop at the tarnal red-skins40 ,tim's position was quickly arranged to put his threat in execution4 ,his rifle was presented1 his eye glanced along its barrel1 and the first one that showed his head received its deadly contents4 ,another1 and still another ,indian1 were thus disposed of1 and then1 taking a deep breath1 ,timothy made the leap4 ,the water was deep and it seemed a long time before he came to the surface1 but in a moment he struck out for the canoe4 ,the whole party of ,indians by this time had come up1 and commenced a brisk fire upon the fugitives4 ,tim stood erect in the canoe1 shouting in the voice of a stentor1 8,ye'd better take care1 ye'll spile the skiff4 ,old ,plumper's safe1 and you'll feel him yet1 ,i tell ye60 ,peabody and the rescued prisoners were quickly lost in darkness1 and1 taking a small circuit1 effected a landing in safety4 ,many a man's life verified his last threat1 and ,peabody lived to a good old age1 having often related to his friends and neighbors the adventure which gave to this place the name of 8,peabody's ,leap40 ,,dona ,,maria',s ,,defiance ,philip the ,second1 king of ,spain1 murdered his own brother1 ,don ,john of ,austria4 ,dona ,maria ,dolores de ,mendoza1 betrothed to the slain man1 discovers that her innocent father has taken the blame upon himself for this atrocious crime in order that his king might not be branded before the eyes of the world4 ,thus the beautiful woman comes before her king with a great purpose3 ,first1 to have her father released from prison2 and second1 to express her personal hatred for the murderer of her lover4 ,the king is alone when she enters4 ,philip4 ,be seated1 ,dona ,dolores4 ,i am glad that you have come1 for ,i have much to say to you and some questions to ask of you4 ,in my life ,i have suffered more than most men in being bereaved of the persons to whom ,i have been most sincerely attached4 ,one after another those that ,i have loved have been taken from me1 until ,i am almost alone in the world that is so largely mine4 ,my sorrows have reached their crown and culmination to-day in the death of my dear brother4 ,i know why you have come to me2 you wish to intercede for your father4 ,it is right that you come to me yourself4 ,dona ,dolores4 ,i ask justice1 not mercy1 sire4 ,philip4 ,your father shall have both1 for they are compatible4 ,dona ,dolores4 ,he needs no mercy1 for he has done no wrong4 ,your majesty knows that as well as ,i4 ,philip4 ,i cannot guess what you know or do not know4 ,dona ,dolores4 ,i know the truth4 ,philip4 ,i wish ,i did4 ,tell me2 you may be able to help me sift it4 ,what do you know8 ,dona ,dolores4 ,i was close behind the door4 ,i heard every word4 ,i heard your sword drawn and ,i heard ,don ,john fall1 and then it was some time before ,i heard my father's voice taking the blame upon himself lest it should be said that a king had murdered his own brother in his room unarmed4 ,is that the truth1 or not8 ,i came in and found him dead4 ,he was unarmed1 murdered without a chance for his life1 and my father took the blame to save you from the monstrous accusation4 ,confess that what ,i say is true4 ,i am a ,spanish woman and would not see my country branded before the world with the shame of your royal murders2 and if you will confess and save my father ,i will keep your secret for my country's sake4 ,if you will not1 by the ,god that made you ,i will tell all ,spain what you are1 and the men who loved ,don ,john of ,austria will rise and take your blood for his blood1 though it be blood royal1 and you shall die as you killed1 like the coward you are4 ,you will not8 ,then-- ,philip4 ,no1 ,no6 ,stay here2 you must not go4 ,what do you want me to say8 ,dona ,dolores4 ,say1 8,you have spoken the truth40 ,philip4 ,stay--yes--it is true--,i did it--for ,spain--,for ,god's mercy do not betray me4 ,dona ,dolores4 ,that is not all4 ,that was for me1 that ,i might hear the words from your own lips4 ,philip4 ,what more do you want of me8 ,dona ,dolores4 ,my father's freedom and safety4 ,i must have an order for his instant release4 ,send for him4 ,let him come here at once as a free man4 ,philip4 ,that is impossible4 ,he has confessed the deed before the whole court4 ,he must at least have a trial4 ,you forget to whom you are speaking4 ,dona ,dolores4 ,i am not asking anything of your majesty4 ,i am dictating terms to my lover's murderer4 ,philip4 ,you shall not impose your insolence on me any further4 ,i shall call help-- ,dona ,dolores4 ,call whom you will1 you cannot save yourself4 ,in ten minutes there will be a revolution in the palace1 and to-morrow all ,spain will be on fire to avenge your brother4 ,spain has not forgotten ,don ,carlos yet4 ,you tortured him to death4 ,there are those alive who saw you give ,queen ,isabel the draught that killed her--with your own hand4 ,are you mad enough to think that no one knows these things2 that your spies who spy on others do not spy on you2 that you alone of all mankind can commit every crime with impunity8 ,philip4 ,take care1 girl6 ,take care6 ,dona ,dolores4 ,beware1 ,don ,philip of ,austria1 ,king of ,spain and half the world1 lest a girl's voice be heard above yours1 and a girl's hand loosen the foundations of your throne4 ,outside this door are men who guess the truth already2 who hate you as they hate ,satan2 and who loved your brother as every living being loved him1 except you4 ,one moment more4 ,order my father to be set free1 or ,i will open and speak4 ,one moment6 ,you will not8 ,it is too late--you are lost4444 ,if you ring that bell1 ,i will open the door4 ,bring the order here where ,i am safe4 ,i must read it myself before ,i am satisfied4 ,philip writes order4 ,i humbly thank your majesty and take my leave4--,this scene is arranged from the novel 8,in the ,palace of the ,king10 by ,marion ,crawford4 ,,the ,,king ,,and ,,the ,,poet ,franois ,villon1 the poet1 fought and severely wounded the traitorous ,grand ,constable of ,france1 ,thibaut d',aussigny4 ,king ,louis ,,xi1 in a whimsical mood1 had the poet elevated to his opponent's station instead of having him cast into prison and sentenced to death4 ,lady ,katherine1 hearing that ,franois had fought with ,thibaut d',aussigny1 whom she hates for his many protestations of love1 and knowing that the penalty was death1 pleads for the poet's life at the feet of him whom she supposes to be the new ,grand ,constable1 but who after all is none other than her own true lover4 7,the morning after his visit to the ,fircone ,tavern1 ,louis sat in his rose-garden1 pondering upon his strange adventure of the night before4 ,a favorite astrologer had interpreted his dream to mean that one in the depths1 if exalted1 would be of great service to him4 ,he knew how precarious his position was1 how unpopular he was with the people1 how strong were the forces of the ,duke of ,burgundy1 how little he could depend upon the allegiance of the people of ,paris if once the enemy set foot within the capital city4 ,his encounter with ,villon coming upon the heels of his strange dream1 and followed by the vague prophecies of the star-gazer1 made him believe that the fantastic rhymester was sent to him in a time of peril to be of support to his throne4 ,a heavy tread behind him stirred him from his meditations4 ,turning1 he beheld the companion of his adventure the previous evening47 ,king4 ,well1 ,tristan8 ,tristan4 ,the bird has flown1 sire4 ,thibaut's wound was much slighter than we thought last night4 ,after we carried him to his house1 he made his escape thence in disguise1 and has1 as ,i believe1 fled from ,paris to join the ,duke of ,burgundy4 ,king4 ,i wish the ,duke joy of him4 ,he is more dangerous to my enemy when he is on my enemy's side4 ,and my rival for loyalty8 ,tristan4 ,barber ,oliver has charge of him4 ,i would have hanged the rogue out of hand4 ,king4 ,the stars warn me that ,i need this rhyming ragamuffin4 ,tristan4 ,are you going to let him think he is king1 sire8 ,king4 ,not quite4 ,when he wakes1 he is to be assured that he is the ,count of ,montcorbier and ,grand ,constable of ,france4 ,his antics may amuse me1 his lucky star may serve me1 and his winning tongue may help to avenge me on a certain forward maid1 who disdained me4 ,send me here ,oliver4 ,exit ,tristan4 ,katherine comes slowly down one of the rose-ways4 ,king4 ,where are you going1 girl8 ,katherine4 ,to her majesty1 sire1 who bade me gather roses4 ,king4 ,you are a pretty child4 ,you might have had a king's love4 ,well1 well1 you were a fool4 ,does not ,thibaut woo you8 ,katherine4 ,he professes to love me1 sire1 and ,i profess to hate him4 ,king4 ,he was sorely wounded last night in a tavern scuffle4 ,katherine4 ,only wounded1 sire8 ,king4 ,your solicitude is adorable4 ,be of cheer4 ,he may recover4 ,and we have clapped hands on the assassin4 ,he shall pay the penalty4 ,katherine4 ,this man should not die1 sire4 ,thibaut d',aussigny was a traitor1 a villain-- ,king4 ,if this knave's life interests you1 plead for it to my lord the ,grand ,constable4 ,katherine4 ,thibaut is pitiless4 ,king4 ,thibaut is no longer in office4 ,try your luck with his successor4 ,katherine4 ,his name1 sire8 ,king4 ,he is the ,count of ,montcorbier4 ,he is a stranger in our court1 but he has found a lodging in my heart4 ,he came under safe conduct from the south last night4 ,i believe he will serve me well1 and ,i am sure he will always be lenient to loveliness4 ,now go1 girl1 or my wife and your queen will be wanting her roses4 ,exit ,katherine4 ,glancing up the terrace1 he perceives the figure of ,oliver4 ,behind ,oliver comes a little cluster of pages1 and behind them again the king can see a shining figure in cloth of gold4 ,king4 ,here comes my mountebank as pompous as if he were born to the purple4 ,it would be rare sport if ,mistress ,katherine disdained ,louis to decline upon this beggar4 ,he shall hang for mocking me4 ,but he carries himself like a king for all his tatters and patches1 and he shall taste of splendor4 ,as the little procession descends the steps into the rose-garden the king moves swiftly to the door of the tower and enters4 ,there is a little grating in the door1 and through this grating the king now peers with infinite entertainment of the comedy himself had planned4 ,master ,villon is greatly changed4 ,the barber's own handiwork has cleansed and shaved his countenance4 ,he is as sumptuously attired as if he were a prince of the blood royal4 ,it is plain that the tricked out poet is in a desperate dilemma4 ,he manages to bear himself with dignity that consorts with his pomp4 ,oliver4 ,will your dignity deign to linger awhile in this rose-arbor8 ,franois4 ,my dignity will deign to do anything you suggest4 ,oliver4 ,may we take our leave1 monseigneur8 ,franois4 ,you may1 you may--stay one moment4 ,you know this plaguy memory of mine--what a forgetful fellow ,i am4 ,would you mind telling me again who ,i happen to be8 ,oliver4 ,you are the ,count of ,montcorbier1 monseigneur4 ,you have just arrived in ,paris from the court of ,provence1 where you stood in high favor with the king of that country1 but your favor is1 ,i believe1 greater with the king of ,france1 for he has been pleased to make you ,grand ,constable of ,france4 ,it is his majesty's wish that you contrive to remember this4 ,franois4 ,of course1 it was most foolish of me to forget4 ,now1 ,i suppose1 good master long-toes1 that a person in my exalted rank has a good deal of power1 influence1 authority1 and what not8 ,oliver4 ,with the king's favor1 you are the first man in the realm4 ,franois4 ,quite so6 ,good sir1 will you straightway dispatch some one you can trust with a handful of these broad pieces to the mother of ,villon1 a poor old woman sorely plagued with a scapegrace son8 ,let him seek her out and give her these coins that she may buy herself food1 clothes and fire4 ,oliver4 ,it shall be done4 ,exit all but ,franois4 ,as soon as ,villon finds himself alone he looks cautiously around him and tries to recall the events of the evening before1 which for some fantastic reason seems to lie centuries behind him4 ,franois4 ,last night ,i was a red-handed outlaw1 sleeping on the straw of a dungeon4 ,to-day ,i wake in a royal bed and my varlets call me ,monseigneur4 ,either ,i am mad or ,i am dreaming4 ,i do not think ,i am mad1 for ,i know in my heart that ,i am poor ,franois ,villon1 penniless ,master of ,arts1 and no will-o'-the-wisp ,grand ,constable4 ,then ,i am dreaming1 and everything has been and is a dream4 ,then the king--popping up at the last moment1 like a ,jack-in-the-box--a dream4 ,these clothes1 these servants1 this garden--dreams1 dreams1 dreams4 ,i shall wake presently and be devilish cold1 hungry and shabby4 ,he goes to the golden flagon on the table1 pours out a full cup of ,burgundy1 and watches it glow in the sunlight4 ,franois4 ,to the loveliest lady this side of heaven6 ,by heaven1 my eyes dazzle1 for ,i believe ,i see her6 ,on the terrace the fair girl leans and looks over at the garden and its golden occupant4 ,oliver4 ,my lord1 there is a lady there who desires to speak with you4 ,franois4 ,i desire to speak with her4 ,oliver enters the palace1 and ,katherine approaches ,villon4 ,katherine4 ,my lord1 will you listen to a distressed lady8 ,franois4 ,she does not know me4 ,katherine4 ,there is a man in prison at this hour for whom ,i would implore your clemency4 ,his name is ,franois ,villon4 ,last night he wounded ,thibaut d',aussigny4 ,the penalty is death4 ,but ,thibaut was a traitor1 sold to ,burgundy4 ,franois4 ,did this ,villon fight him for his treason8 ,katherine4 ,no6 ,he fought for the sake of a woman4 ,franois4 ,how do you know all this8 ,katherine4 ,because ,i was the woman4 ,this man had seen me1 thought he loved me1 sent me verses--4 ,franois4 ,how insolent6 ,katherine4 ,it was insolence--and yet they were beautiful verses4 ,i was in mortal fear of ,thibaut4 ,i went to this ,villon and begged him to kill my enemy4 ,he backed his love-tale with his sword--and he lies in the shadow of death4 ,it is not just that he should suffer for my sin4 ,franois4 ,do you by any chance love this ,villon8 ,katherine4 ,great ladies do not love tavern bravos4 ,but ,i pity him and ,i do not want him to die4 ,franois4 ,if ,i had stood in this rascal's shoes1 ,i would have done as he did for your sake4 ,katherine4 ,if you think this1 you should grant the poor knave his freedom4 ,franois4 ,that brother of ballads shall go free4 ,we will do no more than banish him from ,paris4 ,forget that such a slave ever came near you4 ,katherine4 ,i shall remember your clemency4 ,franois4 ,by ,saint ,venus1 ,i envy this fellow that he should have won your thoughts4 ,i1 too1 would die to serve you6 ,katherine4 ,my lord1 you do not know me4 ,franois4 ,did he know you8 ,yet when he saw you he loved you and made bold to tell you so4 ,katherine4 ,his words were of no more account than the wind in the leaves4 ,but you and ,i are peers and the words we change have meanings4 ,franois4 ,would you pity me if ,i told you ,i love you8 ,katherine4 ,heaven's mercy1 how fast your fancy gallops4 ,i care little to be flattered and less to be wooed1 and ,i swear that ,i should be very hard to win4 ,franois4 ,i have more to try than your tap-room bandit4 ,i see what he saw2 ,i love what he loved4 ,katherine4 ,you are very inflammable4 ,franois4 ,my fire burns to ashes4 ,you can no more stay me from loving you than you can stay the flowers from loving the soft air1 or true men from loving honor1 or heroes from loving glory4 ,i would rake the moon from heaven for you4 ,katherine4 ,that promise has grown rusty since ,adam first made it to ,eve4 ,there is a rhyme in my mind about moons and lovers3 ,life is unstable1 ,love may uphold2 ,fear goes in sable1 ,courage in gold4 ,mystery covers ,midnight and noon1 ,heroes and lovers ,cry for the moon4 ,franois4 ,what doggerel6 ,katherine4 ,it is divinity4 ,franois4 ,tell me what ,i may do to win your favor8 ,katherine4 ,a trifle4 ,save ,france6 ,oh1 that a man would come to court6 ,for the man who shall trail the banners of ,burgundy in the dust for the king of ,france to walk on ,i may perhaps have favors4 ,franois4 ,you are hard to please4 ,katherine4 ,my hero must have every virtue for his wreath1 every courage for his coronet4 ,farewell4 ,exit ,lady ,katherine4 ,enter ,king ,louis4 ,king4 ,good afternoon1 ,lord ,constable4 ,does power taste well8 ,franois4 ,nobly1 sire6 ,on my knees let me thank your majesty4 ,king4 ,nonsense1 man2 ,i'm pleasing myself4 ,you sang yourself into splendor4 8,if ,franois were the king of ,france10 eh8 ,franois4 ,sire1 ,i will serve you as never king was served4 ,king4 ,i will make you ,grand ,constable for a week4 ,franois4 ,a week1 sire8 ,a week-- ,king4 ,even so4 ,one wonderful week1 seven delirious days4 ,the world was made in seven days4 ,seven days of power1 seven days of splendor1 seven days of love4 ,franois4 ,and then go back to the garret and the kennel1 the tavern and the brothel6 ,king4 ,no1 no1 not exactly6 ,you don't taste the full force of the joke yet4 ,your last task as ,grand ,constable will be to hang ,franois ,villon4 ,franois4 ,sire1 sire1 have pity6 ,king4 ,you may have your week of wonder if you wish1 but if you do1 by my word as king1 you shall swing for it4 ,franois4 ,sire1 what have ,i done that you should torture me thus8 ,king4 ,you have mocked a king and maimed a minister4 ,you can't get off scot free4 ,franois4 ,heaven help me6 ,life1 squalid1 sordid1 but still life1 with its tavern corners and its brute pleasures of food and drink and warm sleep1 living hands to hold1 and living laughter to gladden me--or a week of cloth of gold1 of glory1 of love--and then a shameful death6 ,king4 ,one further chance1 fellow4 ,if the ,count ,montcorbier win the heart of ,lady ,katherine within the week1 he shall escape the gallows and carry his lady love where he please4 ,franois4 ,on your word of honor1 sire8 ,king4 ,my word is my honor1 ,master ,franois4 ,well8 ,franois4 ,give me my week of wonders though ,i die a dog's death at the end of it4 ,i will show ,france and her what lay in the heart of a poor rhymester4 ,king4 ,spoken like a man6 ,but remember1 a bargain's a bargain4 ,if you fail to win the lady you must keep yourself for the gallows4 ,i give you the moon1 but ,i want my price for it4 ,enter ,oliver4 ,oliver4 ,sire1 the ,burgundian herald attends under a flag of truce with a message for your majesty4 ,king4 ,we will receive him here1 ,oliver4 ,we need air when we hold speech with ,burgundy4 ,exit ,oliver4 ,king4 ,listen well to this man's words1 my ,lord ,constable4 ,enter ,messenger4 ,king4 ,your message1 sir8 ,herald4 ,in the name of the ,duke of ,burgundy and of his allies and brothers-in-arms assembled outside the walls of ,paris1 ,i hereby summon you1 ,louis of ,france1 to surrender this city unconditionally and to yield yourself in confidence to my master's mercy4 ,king4 ,and if we refuse1 ,sir ,herald8 ,herald4 ,the worst disasters of war1 fire and sword and famine1 and no hope for yourself4 ,king4 ,great words4 ,the ,count of ,montcorbier1 ,constable of ,france1 is my counselor4 ,his voice delivers my mind4 ,speak1 friend1 and give this messenger his answer4 ,franois4 ,as ,i will1 sire8 ,king4 ,yes1 go on1 go on4 8,if ,villon were the king of ,france40 ,franois4 ,herald of ,burgundy1 in ,god's name and the king's1 ,i bid you go back to your master and say this3 8,kings are great in the eyes of their people1 but the people are great in the eyes of ,god4 ,the people of ,paris are not so poor of spirit that they fear the croak of the ,burgundian ravens4 ,when we who eat are hungry1 when we who drink are dry1 when we who glow are frozen1 when there is neither bite on the board nor sup in the pitcher nor spark upon the hearth1 our answer to rebellious ,burgundy will be the same4 ,you are knocking at our doors1 beware lest we open them4 ,we give you back defiance for defiance1 menace for menace1 blow for blow4 ,this is our answer--this and the drawn sword40 ,enter ,katherine while he is speaking4 ,katherine4 ,my ,lord1 with my lips the women of ,france thank you for your words of flame4 ,king4 ,mistress1 what does this mean8 ,katherine4 ,it means1 sire1 that a man has come to court4--,this scene is arranged from ,justin ,huntly ,mc,carthy's novel1 8,if ,i ,were ,king40 ,,the ,,bishop ,,and ,,the ,,convict ,,by ,,victor ,,hugo ,that evening1 after his walk in the town1 the ,bishop of ,d-- remained quite late in his room4 ,at eight o'clock he was still at work1 writing with some inconvenience on little slips of paper1 with a large book open on his knees1 when ,mme4 ,magloire1 as usual1 came in to take the silver from the panel by the bed4 ,a moment after1 the bishop1 knowing that the table was laid1 and that his sister was perhaps waiting1 closed his book and went into the dining-room4 ,just as the bishop entered ,mme4 ,magloire was speaking with some warmth4 ,it was a discussion on the means of fastening the front door4 ,it seems that while ,mme4 ,magloire was out making provisions for supper she had heard the news in sundry places4 ,there was talk that an ill-favored runaway1 a suspicious vagabond1 had arrived and was lurking somewhere near the town1 and that it was the part of wise people to secure their doors thoroughly4 8,brother1 do you hear what ,mme4 ,magloire says80 8,i heard something of it indistinctly10 said the bishop4 ,then1 turning his chair half round1 putting his hands on his knees1 and raising toward the old servant his cordial and good-humored face1 which the firelight shone upon1 he said3 8,well1 well1 what is the matter6 ,are we in any great danger80 ,then ,mme4 ,magloire began her story again1 unconsciously exaggerating it a little4 ,it appeared that a barefooted gypsy man1 a sort of dangerous beggar1 was in the town4 ,a man with a knapsack and a rope and a terrible-looking face4 8,indeed60 said the bishop4 8,we say that this house is not safe at all2 and1 if monseigneur will permit me1 ,i will go out and tell ,paulin ,musebois1 the locksmith1 to come and put the old bolts in the door again2 they are there1 and it will take but a minute4 ,i say we must have bolts1 were it only for to-night2 for ,i say that a door that opens with a latch on the outside to the first comer1 nothing could be more horrible2 and then monseigneur has the habit of always saying3 #8,come in' even at midnight4 ,but1 my goodness1 there is no need to even ask leave--0 ,the door opened4 ,it opened quickly1 quite wide1 as if pushed by some one boldly and with energy4 ,a man entered4 ,he came in1 took one step1 and paused1 leaving the door open behind him4 ,he had his knapsack on his back1 his stick in his hand1 and a rough1 hard1 tired1 and fierce look in his eyes1 as seen by the firelight4 ,he was hideous4 ,it was an apparition of ill omen4 ,mme4 ,magloire had not even the strength to scream4 ,she stood1 trembling1 with her mouth open4 ,mdlle4 ,baptistine turned1 saw the man enter1 and started out half alarmed2 then1 slowly turning back again toward the fire1 she looked at her brother1 and her face resumed its usual calmness and serenity4 8,see here6 ,my name is ,jean ,valjean4 ,i am a convict2 ,i have been nineteen years in the galleys4 ,four days ago ,i was set free1 and started for ,pontarlier1 which is my destination2 during these four days ,i have walked from ,toulon4 ,to-day ,i have walked twelve leagues4 ,when ,i reached this place this evening ,i went to an inn1 and they sent me away on account of my yellow passport1 which ,i had shown at the mayor's office1 as was necessary4 ,i went to another inn2 they said3 #8,get out6' ,it was the same with one as with another2 no one would have me4 ,i went to the prison and the turnkey would not let me in4 ,i crept into a dog-kennel1 the dog bit me1 and drove me away as if he had been a man2 you would have said that he knew who ,i was4 ,i went into the fields to sleep beneath the stars2 there were no stars4 ,i thought it would rain1 and there was no good ,god to stop the drops1 so ,i came back to the town to get the shelter of some doorway4 ,there in the square ,i lay down upon a stone2 a good woman showed me your house1 and said3 #8,knock there6' ,i have knocked4 ,what is this place8 ,are you an inn8 ,i have money2 my savings1 one hundred and nine francs and fifteen sous1 which ,i have earned in the galleys by my work for nineteen years4 ,i will pay4 ,what do ,i care8 ,i have money4 ,i am very tired--twelve leagues on foot--and ,i am so hungry4 ,can ,i stay80 8,mme4 ,magloire10 said the bishop1 8put on another plate40 ,the man took three steps and came near the lamp which stood on the table4 8,stop10 he exclaimed1 as if he had not been understood1 8not that1 did you understand me8 ,i am a galley slave--a convict--,i am just from the galleys40 ,he drew from his pocket a large sheet of yellow paper1 which he unfolded4 8,there is my passport1 yellow1 as you see4 ,that is enough to have me kicked out wherever ,i go4 ,will you read it8 ,i know how to read1 ,i do4 ,i learned in the galleys4 ,there is a school there for those who care for it4 ,see1 see1 here is what they have put in my passport3 #8,jean ,valjean1 a liberated convict1 has been nineteen years in the galleys2 five years for burglary2 fourteen years for having attempted four times to escape4 ,this man is very dangerous4' ,there you have it6 ,everybody has thrust me out2 will you receive me8 ,is this an inn8 ,can you give me something to eat and a place to sleep8 ,have you a stable80 8,mme4 ,magloire10 said the bishop1 8put some sheets on the bed in the alcove40 ,mme4 ,magloire went out to fulfill her orders4 8,monsieur1 sit down and warm yourself2 we are going to take supper presently1 and your bed will be made ready while you sup40 8,true8 ,what8 ,you will keep me8 ,you won't drive me away--a convict8 ,you call me monsieur and don't say1 #8,get out1 dog6' as every one else does4 ,i thought that you would send me away1 so ,i told first off who ,i am4 ,i shall have a supper8 ,a bed like other people8 ,with mattress and sheets--a bed8 ,it is nineteen years that ,i have not slept on a bed4 ,m4 ,innkeeper1 what is your name8 ,i will pay all you say4 ,you are an innkeeper1 ain't you80 8,i am a priest who lives here40 8,a priest1 oh1 noble priest6 ,then you do not ask any money80 8,no1 keep your money4 ,how much have you80 8,one hundred and nine francs and fifteen sous40 8,and how long did it take you to earn that80 8,nineteen years40 ,mme4 ,magloire brought in a plate and set it on the table4 8,mme4 ,magloire1 put this plate as near the fire as you can4 ,the night wind is raw in the ,alps2 you must be cold1 monsieur40 ,every time he said the word monsieur with his gently solemn and heartily hospitable voice the man's countenance lighted up4 ,monsieur to a convict is a glass of water to a man dying of thirst at sea4 8,the lamp gives a very poor light40 ,mme4 ,magloire understood him1 and going to his bed-chamber1 took from the mantel the two silver candlesticks1 lighted the candles and placed them on the table4 8,m4 l',cur1 you are good2 you don't despise me4 ,you take me into your house2 you light your candles for me1 and ,i haven't hid from you where ,i came from1 and how miserable ,i am40 8,you need not tell me who you are4 ,this is not my house2 it is the house of ,christ4 ,it does not ask any comer whether he has a name1 but whether he has an affliction4 ,you are suffering2 you are hungry and thirsty2 be welcome4 ,and do not thank me2 do not tell me that ,i take you into my house4 ,this is the home of no man except him who needs an asylum4 ,i tell you1 who are a traveler1 that you are more at home here than ,i2 whatever is here is yours4 ,what need have ,i to know your name8 ,besides1 before you told me1 ,i knew it40 8,really8 ,you knew my name80 8,yes1 your name is my brother4 ,you have seen much suffering40 8,oh1 the red blouse1 the ball and chain1 the plank to sleep on1 the heat1 the cold1 the galley's screw1 the lash1 the double chain for nothing1 the dungeon for a word--even when sick in bed1 the chain4 ,the dogs1 the dogs are happier6 nineteen years6 and ,i am forty-six1 and now a yellow passport4 ,that is all40 8,yes1 you have left a place of suffering4 ,but listen1 there will be more joy in heaven over the tears of a repentant sinner than over the white robes of a hundred good men4 ,if you are leaving that sorrowful place with hate and anger against men1 you are worthy of compassion2 if you leave it with good will1 gentleness and peace1 you are better than any of us40 ,meantime ,mme4 ,magloire had served up supper4 ,the bishop said the blessing and then served4 ,the man paid no attention to any one4 ,he ate with the voracity of a starving man4 ,after having said goodnight to his sister1 the bishop took one of the silver candlesticks from the table1 handed the other to his guest1 and said to him3 8,monsieur1 ,i will show you to your room40 ,the man followed him4 ,the house was so arranged that one could reach the alcove in the oratory only by passing through the bishop's sleeping-chamber4 ,just as they were passing through this room ,mme4 ,magloire was putting up the silver in the cupboard at the head of the bed4 ,it was the last thing she did every night before going to bed4 ,the bishop left his guest wishing him a good night's rest4 ,as the cathedral clock struck two1 ,jean ,valjean awoke4 ,he opened his eyes and looked for a moment into the obscurity about him1 then he closed them to go to sleep again4 ,but he could not get to sleep again1 so he began to think4 ,he remembered noticing the six silver plates and the large ladle that ,mme4 ,magloire had put on the table4 ,those six silver plates took possession of him4 ,there they were within a few steps4 ,at the very moment that he passed through the middle room to reach the one he was now in1 the old servant was placing them in a little cupboard at the head of the bed4 ,he had marked that cupboard well2 on the right coming from the dining-room4 ,they were solid and old silver4 ,with the big ladle they would bring at least two hundred francs2 double what he had got for nineteen years' labor4 ,his mind wavered a whole hour and a long one1 in fluctuation and in struggle4 ,the clock struck three4 ,he opened his eyes1 rose up hastily in bed1 reached out his arm and felt his knapsack1 which he had put into the corner of the alcove1 then he thrust out his legs and put his feet on the floor and found himself1 he knew not how1 seated on his bed4 ,all at once he stooped down1 took off his shoes and put them softly upon the mat in front of the bed1 then he resumed his thinking posture and was still again4 ,then he rose to his feet1 hesitated for a moment longer and listened2 all was still in the house2 he walked straight and cautiously toward the window which he could discern4 ,the night was very dark1 there was a full moon4 ,on reaching the window1 ,jean ,valjean examined it4 ,it had no bars1 opened into the garden1 and was fastened with only a little wedge4 ,he took his club in his right hand1 and1 holding his breath1 with stealthy steps he moved toward the door of the next room1 which was the bishop's1 as we know4 ,on reaching the door he found it unlatched4 ,the bishop had not closed it4 ,jean ,valjean listened4 ,not a sound4 ,he pushed the door4 ,a rusty hinge suddenly sent out into the darkness a harsh and prolonged creak4 ,jean ,valjean shivered4 ,he took one step and was in the room4 ,at the moment when he passed the bed1 a cloud broke1 as if purposely1 and a ray of moonlight crossing the high window1 suddenly lighted up the bishop's pale face4 ,he slept tranquilly4 ,his entire countenance was lit up with a vague expression of content1 hope and happiness4 ,it was more than a smile and almost a radiance4 ,jean ,valjean was in the shadow with the iron drill in his hand1 erect1 motionless1 terrified at this radiant figure4 ,he had never seen anything comparable to it4 ,this confidence filled him with fear4 ,he did not remove his eyes from the old man4 ,he appeared ready either to cleave his skull or to kiss his hand4 ,in a few moments he raised his left hand slowly to his forehead and took off his hat2 then letting his hand fall with the same slowness1 ,jean ,valjean resumed his contemplations1 his cap in his left hand1 his club in his right1 and his hair bristling on his fierce-looking head4 ,under this frightful gaze the bishop still slept in profoundest peace4 ,the crucifix above the mantel-piece was dimly visible in the moonlight1 apparently extending its arms toward both1 with a benediction for one and a pardon for the other4 ,suddenly ,jean ,valjean put on his cap1 then passed quickly1 without looking at the bishop1 along the bed1 straight to the cupboard which he perceived near its head2 he raised the drill to force the lock2 the key was in it2 he opened it2 the first thing he saw was the basket of silver2 he took it1 crossed the room with hasty stride1 careless of noise1 reached the door1 entered the oratory1 took his stick1 stepped out1 put the silver in his knapsack1 threw away the basket1 ran across the garden1 leaped over the wall like a tiger and fled4 ,the next day at sunrise the bishop was walking in the garden4 ,mme4 ,magloire ran toward him quite beside herself4 8,monseigneur1 the man has gone6 ,the silver is stolen4 ,the abominable fellow6 ,he has stolen our silver60 ,the bishop was silent for a moment then1 raising his serious eyes1 he said mildly to ,mme4 ,magloire3 8,now1 first1 did this silver belong to us8 ,mme4 ,magloire1 ,i have for a long time withheld this silver2 it belonged to the poor4 ,who was this man8 ,a poor man evidently40 8,alas6 ,alas60 returned ,mme4 ,magloire4 8,it is not on my account or mademoiselle's2 it is all the same to us4 ,but it is on yours1 monseigneur4 ,what is monsieur going to eat from now80 ,the bishop looked at her in amazement4 8,how so6 have we no tin plates80 ,just as the brother and sister were rising from their breakfast there was a knock at the door4 8,come in10 said the bishop4 ,the door opened4 ,a strange1 fierce group appeared on the threshold4 ,three men were holding a fourth by the collar4 ,the three men were gendarmes2 the fourth1 ,jean ,valjean4 ,in the meantime the bishop had approached as quickly as his great age permitted4 8,ah1 there you are60 said he1 looking toward ,jean ,valjean4 8,i am glad to see you4 ,but ,i gave you the candlesticks also1 which are silver like the rest1 and would bring two hundred francs4 ,why did you not take them along with your plates80 ,jean ,valjean opened his eyes and looked at the bishop with an expression no human tongue could describe4 8,monseigneur10 said the brigadier1 8then what this man said was true8 ,we met him4 ,he was going like a man who was running away and we arrested him in order to see4 ,he had this silver40 8,and he told you that it had been given him by a good old priest with whom he had passed the night4 ,i see it all4 ,and you brought him back here8 ,it is all a mistake40 8,if that is so10 said the brigadier1 8we can let him go40 8,certainly10 replied the bishop1 8you may retire40 ,the gendarmes released ,jean ,valjean1 who shrank back4 8,my friend1 before you go away here are the candlesticks2 take them40 ,jean ,valjean was trembling in every limb4 ,he took the two candlesticks mechanically and with a wild appearance4 8,now go in peace4 ,by the way1 my friend1 when you come again you need not come through the garden4 ,you can always come in and go out by the front door4 ,it is closed only with a latch1 day or night4 ,forget not1 never forget that you have promised me to use this silver to become an honest man4 8,jean ,valjean1 my brother1 you belong no longer to evil1 but to good4 ,it is your soul that ,i am buying for you4 ,i withdraw it from dark thoughts and from the spirit of perdition and ,i give it to ,god60--,arranged from 8,les ,miserables40 ,a ,,desert ,,tragedy ,,by ,,frank ,,norris ,one day1 a fortnight after ,mc,teague's flight from ,san ,francisco1 ,marcus rode into ,modoc1 to find a group of men gathered about a notice affixed to the outside of the ,wells-,fargo office4 ,it was an offer of reward for the arrest and apprehension of a murderer4 ,the crime had been committed in ,san ,francisco1 but the man wanted had been traced as far as the western portion of ,inyo ,county1 and was believed at that time to be in hiding in either the ,pinto or ,panamint hills in the vicinity of ,keeler4 ,marcus reached ,keeler on the afternoon of that same day4 ,half a mile from the town his pony fell and died from exhaustion4 ,marcus did not stop even to remove the saddle4 ,he arrived in the barroom of the hotel in ,keeler just after the posse had been made up4 ,the sheriff1 who had come down from ,independence that morning1 at first refused his offer of assistance4 ,he had enough men already--too many1 in fact4 ,the country traveled through would be hard1 and it would be difficult to find water for so many men and horses4 8,but none of you fellers have ever seen um10 vociferated ,marcus1 quivering with excitement and wrath4 8,i know um well4 ,i could pick um out in a million4 ,i can identify um1 and you fellers can't4 ,and ,i knew--,i knew--good ,god6 ,i knew that girl--his wife--in ,frisco4 ,she's a cousin of mine1 she is--she was--,i thought once of--4 ,this thing's a personal matter of mine--an' that money he got away with1 that five thousand1 belongs to me by rights4 ,oh1 never mind1 ,i'm going along4 ,do you hear80 he shouted1 his fists raised1 8,i'm going along1 ,i tell you4 ,there ain't a man of you big enough to stop me4 ,let's see you try and stop me going4 ,let's see you once1 any two of you40 ,he filled the barroom with his clamor4 8,lord love you1 come along1 then10 said the sheriff4 ,the posse rode out of ,keeler that same night4 ,the keeper of the general merchandise store1 from whom ,marcus had borrowed a second pony1 had informed them that ,cribbens and his partner1 whose description tallied exactly with that given in the notice of reward1 had outfitted at his place with a view to prospecting in the ,panamint hills4 ,the posse trailed them at once to their first camp at the head of the valley4 ,it was an easy matter4 ,it was only necessary to inquire of the cowboys and range-riders of the valley if they had seen and noted the passage of two men1 one of whom carried a bird-cage4 ,beyond this first camp the trail was lost1 and a week was wasted in a bootless search around the mine at ,gold ,gulch1 whither it seemed probable the partners had gone4 ,then a traveling peddler1 who included ,gold ,gulch in his route1 brought in the news of a wonderful strike of gold-bearing quartz some ten miles to the south on the western slope of the range4 ,two men from ,keeler had made a strike1 the peddler had said1 and added the curious detail that one of the men had a canary bird in a cage with him4 ,the posse made ,cribbens' camp three days after the unaccountable disappearance of his partner4 ,their man was gone1 but the narrow hoof-prints of a mule1 mixed with those of huge hob-nailed boots1 could be plainly followed in the sand4 ,here they picked up the trail and held to it steadily till the point was reached where1 instead of tending southward1 it swerved abruptly to the east4 ,the men could hardly believe their eyes4 8,it ain't reason10 exclaimed the sheriff4 8,what in thunder is he up to8 ,this beats me6 ,cutting out into ,death ,valley at this time of year60 8,he's heading for ,gold ,mountain over in the ,armagosa1 sure40 ,the men decided that this conjecture was true4 ,it was the only inhabited locality in that direction4 ,a discussion began as to the further movements of the posse4 8,i don't figure on going into that alkali sink with no eight men and horses10 declared the sheriff4 8,one man can't carry enough water to take him and his mount across1 let alone eight4 ,no1 sir4 ,four couldn't do it4 ,no1 three couldn't4 ,we've got to make a circuit round the valley and come up on the other side and head him off at ,gold ,mountain4 ,that's what we got to do1 and ride like blazes to do it1 too40 ,but ,marcus protested with all the strength of his lungs against abandoning the trail now that they had found it4 ,he argued that they were now but a day and a half behind their man4 ,there was no possibility of their missing the trail--as distinct in the white alkali as in snow4 ,they could make a dash into the valley1 secure their man1 and return long before their water failed them4 ,he1 for one1 would not give up the pursuit1 now that they were so close4 ,in the haste of the departure from ,keeler the sheriff had neglected to swear him in4 ,he was under no orders4 ,he would do as he pleased4 8,go on1 then1 you darn fool10 answered the sheriff4 8,we'll cut on round the valley1 for all that4 ,it's a gamble he'll be at ,gold ,mountain before you're half-way across4 ,but if you catch him1 here0--he tossed ,marcus a pair of handcuffs--8put 'em on him and bring him back to ,keeler40 ,two days after he had left the posse1 and when he was already far out in the desert1 ,marcus's horse gave out4 ,in the fury of his impatience he had spurred mercilessly forward on the trail1 and on the morning of the third day found that his horse was unable to move4 ,the joints of his legs seemed locked rigidly4 ,he would go his own length1 stumbling and interfering1 then collapse helplessly upon the ground with a pitiful groan4 ,he was used up4 ,marcus believed himself to be close upon ,mc,teague now4 ,the ashes at his last camp had still been smoldering4 ,marcus took what supplies of food and water he could carry1 and hurried on4 ,but ,mc,teague was farther ahead than he had guessed1 and by evening of his third day upon the desert ,marcus1 raging with thirst1 had drunk his last mouthful of water and had flung away the empty canteen4 8,if he ain't got water with um10 he said to himself1 as he pushed on1 8if he ain't got water with um1 ,i'll be in a bad way4 ,i will1 for a fact40 99 99 99 99 99 ,at ,marcus's shout ,mc,teague looked up and around him4 ,for the instant he saw no one4 ,the white glare of alkali was still unbroken4 ,then his swiftly rolling eyes lighted upon a head and shoulder that protruded above the low crest of the break directly in front of him4 ,a man was there1 lying at full length upon the ground1 covering him with a revolver4 ,for a few seconds ,mc,teague looked at the man stupidly1 bewildered1 confused1 as yet without definite thought4 ,then he noticed that the man was singularly like ,marcus ,schouler4 ,it was ,marcus ,schouler4 ,how in the world did ,marcus ,schouler happen to be in that desert8 ,what did he mean by pointing a pistol at him that way8 ,he'd best look out or the pistol would go off4 ,then his thoughts readjusted themselves with a swiftness born of a vivid sense of danger4 ,here was the enemy at last1 the tracker he had felt upon his footsteps4 ,now at length he had 8come on0 and shown himself1 after all those days of skulking4 ,mc,teague was glad of it4 ,he'd show him now4 ,they two would have it out right then and there4 ,his rifle6 ,he had thrown it away long since4 ,he was helpless4 ,marcus had ordered him to put up his hands4 ,if he did not1 ,marcus would kill him4 ,he had the drop on him4 ,mc,teague stared1 scowling fiercely at the leveled pistol4 ,he did not move4 8,hands up60 shouted ,marcus a second time4 8,i'll give you three to do it in4 ,one1 two--0 ,instinctively ,mc,teague put his hands above his head4 ,marcus rose and came towards him over the break4 8,keep 'em up10 he cried4 8,if you move 'em once ,i'll kill you1 sure40 ,he came up to ,mc,teague and searched him1 going through his pockets2 but ,mc,teague had no revolver2 not even a hunting knife4 8,what did you do with that money1 with that five thousand dollars80 8,it's on the mule10 answered ,mc,teague1 sullenly4 ,marcus grunted1 and cast a glance at the mule1 who was standing some distance away1 snorting nervously1 and from time to time flattening his long ears4 8,is that it there on the horn of the saddle1 there in that canvas sack80 ,marcus demanded4 8,yes1 that's it40 ,a gleam of satisfaction came into ,marcus's eyes1 and under his breath he muttered3 8,got it at last40 ,he was singularly puzzled to know what next to do4 ,he had got ,mc,teague4 ,there he stood at length1 with his big hands over his head1 scowling at him sullenly4 ,marcus had caught his enemy1 had run down the man for whom every officer in the state had been looking4 ,what should he do with him now8 ,he couldn't keep him standing there forever with his hands over his head4 8,got any water80 he demanded4 8,there's a canteen of water on the mule40 ,marcus moved toward the mule and made as if to reach the bridle-rein4 ,the mule squealed1 threw up his head1 and galloped to a little distance1 rolling his eyes and flattening his ears4 ,marcus swore wrathfully4 8,he acted that way once before10 explained ,mc,teague1 his hands still in the air4 8,he ate some loco-weed back in the hills before ,i started40 ,for a moment ,marcus hesitated4 ,while he was catching the mule ,mc,teague might get away4 ,but where to1 in heaven's name8 ,a rat could not hide on the surface of that glistening alkali1 and besides1 all ,mc,teague's store of provisions and his priceless supply of water were on the mule4 ,marcus ran after the mule1 revolver in hand1 shouting and cursing4 ,but the mule would not be caught4 ,he acted as if possessed1 squealing1 lashing out1 and galloping in wide circles1 his head high in the air4 8,come on10 shouted ,marcus1 furious1 turning back to ,mc,teague4 8,come on1 help me catch him4 ,we got to catch him4 ,all the water we got is on the saddle40 ,mc,teague came up4 8,he's eatun some loco-weed10 he repeated4 8,he went kinda crazy before40 8,if he should take it into his head to bolt and keep on running--0 ,marcus did not finish4 ,a sudden great fear seemed to widen around and inclose the two men4 ,once their water gone1 the end would not be long4 8,we can catch him all right10 said the dentist4 8,i caught him once before40 8,oh1 ,i guess we can catch him10 answered ,marcus1 reassuringly4 ,already the sense of enmity between the two had weakened in the face of a common peril4 ,marcus let down the hammer of his revolver and slid it back into the holster4 ,the mule was trotting on ahead1 snorting and throwing up great clouds of alkali dust4 ,at every step the canvas sack jingled1 and ,mc,teague's bird-cage1 still wrapped in the flour bags1 bumped against the saddle-pads4 ,by and by the mule stopped1 blowing out his nostrils excitedly4 8,he's clean crazy10 fumed ,marcus1 panting and swearing4 8,we ought to come up on him quiet10 observed ,mc,teague4 8,i'll try and sneak up10 said ,marcus2 8two of us would scare him again4 ,you stay here40 ,marcus went forward a step at a time4 ,he was almost within arm's length of the bridle when the mule shied from him abruptly and galloped away4 ,marcus danced with rage1 shaking his fists1 and swearing horribly4 ,some hundred yards away the mule paused and began blowing and snuffing in the alkali as though in search of food4 ,then1 for no reason1 he shied again1 and started off on a jog trot toward the east4 8,we've got to follow him10 exclaimed ,marcus1 as ,mc,teague came up4 8,there's no water within seventy miles of here40 ,then began an interminable pursuit4 ,mile after mile1 under the terrible heat of the desert sun1 the two men followed the mule1 racked with a thirst that grew fiercer every hour4 ,a dozen times they could almost touch the canteen of water1 and as often the distraught animal shied away and fled before them4 ,at length ,marcus cried3 8,it's no use1 we can't catch him1 and we're killing ourselves with thirst4 ,we got to take our chances40 ,he drew his revolver from its holster1 cocked it1 and crept forward4 8,steady now10 said ,mc,teague2 8it won't do to shoot through the canteen40 ,within twenty yards ,marcus paused1 made a rest of his left forearm and fired4 8,you got him10 cried ,mc,teague4 8,no1 he's up again4 ,shoot him again4 ,he's going to bolt40 ,marcus ran on1 firing as he went4 ,the mule1 one foreleg trailing1 scrambled along1 squealing and snorting4 ,marcus fired his last shot4 ,the mule pitched forward upon his head1 then1 rolling sideways1 fell upon the canteen1 bursting it open and spilling its entire contents into the sand4 ,marcus and ,mc,teague ran up1 and ,marcus snatched the battered canteen from under the reeking1 bloody hide4 ,there was no water left4 ,marcus flung the canteen from him and stood up1 facing ,mc,teague4 ,there was a pause4 8,we're dead men10 said ,marcus4 ,mc,teague looked from him out over the desert4 ,chaotic desolation stretched from them on either hand1 flaming and glaring with the afternoon heat4 ,there was the brazen sky and the leagues upon leagues of alkali1 leper white4 ,there was nothing more4 ,they were in the heart of ,death ,valley4 8,not a drop of water10 muttered ,mc,teague2 8not a drop of water40 8,we can drink the mule's blood10 said ,marcus4 8,it's been done before4 ,but--but--0 he looked down at the quivering1 gory body 8--but ,i ain't thirsty enough for that yet40 8,where's the nearest water80 8,well1 it's about a hundred miles or more back of us in the ,panamint hills10 returned ,marcus1 doggedly4 8,we'd be crazy long before we reached it4 ,i tell you we're done for4 ,we ain't ever going to get outa here40 8,done for80 murmured the other1 looking about stupidly4 8,done for1 that's the word4 ,done for8 ,yes1 ,i guess we're done for40 8,what are we going to do now80 exclaimed ,marcus1 sharply1 after a while4 8,well1 let's be moving along--somewhere40 8,where1 ,i'd like to know8 ,what's the good of moving on80 8,wat's the good of stopping here80 ,there was a silence4 8,lord1 it's hot10 said the dentist1 finally1 wiping his forehead with the back of his hand4 ,marcus ground his teeth4 8,done for10 he muttered2 8done for40 8,i never was so thirsty10 continued ,mc,teague4 8,i'm that dry ,i can hear my tongue rubbing against the roof of my mouth40 8,well1 we can't stop here10 said ,marcus1 finally2 8we got to go somewhere4 ,we'll try and get back1 but it ain't no manner of use4 ,anything we want to take along with us from the mule8 ,we can--0 ,suddenly he paused4 ,in an instant the eyes of the two doomed men had met as the same thought simultaneously rose in their minds4 ,the canvas sack with its five thousand dollars was still tied to the horn of the saddle4 ,marcus had emptied his revolver at the mule1 and though he still wore his cartridge belt1 he was for the moment as unarmed as ,mc,teague4 8,i guess10 began ,mc,teague1 coming forward a step1 8,i guess even if we are done for1 ,i'll take--some of my truck along40 8,hold on10 exclaimed ,marcus1 with rising aggressiveness4 8,let's talk about that4 ,i ain't so sure about who that--who that money belongs to40 8,well1 ,i am1 you see10 growled the dentist4 ,the old enmity between the two men1 their ancient hate1 was flaming up again4 8,don't try an' load that gun either10 cried ,mc,teague1 fixing ,marcus with his little eyes4 8,then don't lay your finger on that sack10 shouted the other4 8,you're my prisoner1 do you understand8 ,you'll do as ,i say40 ,marcus had drawn the handcuffs from his pocket1 and stood ready with his revolver held as a club4 8,you soldiered me out of that money once1 and played me for a sucker1 an' it's my turn now4 ,don't you lay your finger on that sack40 ,marcus barred ,mc,teague's way1 white with passion4 ,mc,teague did not answer4 ,his eyes drew to two fine1 twinkling points1 and his enormous hands knotted themselves into fists1 hard as wooden mallets4 ,he moved a step nearer to ,marcus1 then another4 ,suddenly the men grappled1 and in another instant were rolling and struggling upon the hot1 white ground4 ,mc,teague thrust ,marcus backward until he tripped and fell over the body of the dead mule4 ,the little bird-cage broke from the saddle with the violence of their fall1 and rolled out upon the ground1 the flour-bags slipping from it4 ,mc,teague tore the revolver from ,marcus's grip and struck out with it blindly4 ,clouds of alkali dust1 fine and pungent1 enveloped the two fighting men1 all but strangling them4 ,mc,teague did not know how he killed his enemy1 but all at once ,marcus grew still beneath his blows4 ,then there was a sudden last return of energy4 ,mc,teague's right wrist was caught1 something clicked upon it1 then the struggling body fell limp and motionless with a long breath4 ,as ,mc,teague rose to his feet1 he felt a pull at his right wrist2 something held it fast4 ,looking down1 he saw that ,marcus in that last struggle had found strength to handcuff their right wrists together4 ,marcus was dead now2 ,mc,teague was locked to the body4 ,all about him1 vast1 interminable1 stretched the measureless leagues of ,death ,valley4 ,mc,teague remained stupidly looking around him1 now at the distant horizon1 now at the ground1 now at the half-dead canary chittering feebly in its little gilt prison4--,arranged from 8,mc,teague40 ,copyright by ,doubleday1 ,page ,co41 ,new ,york1 and used by kind permission4 ,,michael ,,strogoff1 ,,courier ,,of ,,the ,,czar ,,by ,,jules ,,verne ,the door of the imperial cabinet was opened and ,general ,kissoff was announced4 8,the courier80 inquired the ,czar eagerly4 8,he is here1 sire10 replied ,general ,kissoff4 8,let him come in10 said the ,czar4 ,in a few moments ,michael ,strogoff1 the courier1 entered4 ,the ,czar fixed a penetrating look upon him without uttering a word4 ,then in an abrupt tone-- 8,thy name80 8,michael ,strogoff1 sire40 8,thy rank80 8,captain in the corps of ,couriers to the ,czar40 8,thou dost know ,siberia80 8,i am a ,siberian40 8,a native of--80 8,omsk1 sire40 8,hast thou relations there80 8,yes1 sire1 my aged mother40 ,the ,czar suspended his questions for a moment2 then pointed to a letter which he held in his hand3 8,here is a letter which ,i charge thee1 ,michael ,strogoff1 to deliver into the hands of the ,grand ,duke1 and to no one but him40 8,i will deliver it1 sire40 8,the ,grand ,duke is at ,irkutsk4 ,thou wilt have to traverse a rebellious country1 invaded by ,tartars1 whose interest it will be to intercept this letter40 8,i will traverse it40 8,above all1 beware of the traitor1 ,ivan ,ogareff1 who will perhaps meet thee on the way40 8,i will beware of him40 8,wilt thou pass through ,omsk80 8,sire1 that is my route40 8,if thou dost see thy mother1 there will be the risk of being recognized4 ,thou must not see her60 ,michael ,strogoff hesitated a moment1 and then said3 8,i will not see her40 8,swear to me that nothing will make thee acknowledge who thou art1 nor whither thou art going40 8,i swear it40 8,michael ,strogoff1 take this letter4 ,on it depends the safety of all ,siberia1 and perhaps the life of my brother1 the ,grand ,duke40 8,this letter shall be delivered to ,his ,highness1 the ,grand ,duke40 8,go1 thou1 for ,god1 for the ,czar1 and for your native land40 ,the courier saluted his sovereign and that very night set out to fulfill his perilous mission4 ,all went well until he reached ,omsk4 ,compelled to stop here for food and a change of horses1 he was about to leave the posting house to continue his journey when suddenly a cry made him tremble--a cry which penetrated to the depths of his soul--and these two words rushed into his ear3 8,my son60 ,his mother1 the old woman1 ,marfa1 was before him6 ,trembling1 she smiled upon him and stretched forth her arms to him4 ,michael ,strogoff stepped forward2 he was about to throw himself--when the thought of duty1 the serious danger to himself1 and his mother1 in this unfortunate meeting1 stopped him1 and so great was his self-command that not a muscle of his face moved4 ,there were twenty people in the public room1 and among them perhaps spies1 and was it not known that the son of ,marfa ,strogoff belonged to the corps of ,couriers to the ,czar8 ,michael ,strogoff did not move4 8,michael60 cried his mother4 8,who are you1 my good woman80 8,who am ,i8 ,dost thou no longer know thy mother80 8,you are mistaken2 a resemblance deceives you40 ,marfa went up to him1 and looking straight into his eyes1 said3 8,art thou not the son of ,peter and ,marfa ,strogoff80 ,michael would have given his life to have locked his mother in his arms4 ,but if he yielded now it was all over with him1 with her1 with his mission1 with his oath4 ,completely master of himself1 he closed his eyes that he might not see the inexpressible anguish of his mother4 8,i do not know1 in truth1 what it is you say1 my good woman40 8,michael60 8,my name is not ,michael4 ,i never was your son6 ,i am ,nicholas ,kopanoff1 a merchant of ,irkutsk40 ,and suddenly he left the room1 while for the last time the words echoed in his ears1-- 8,my son6 ,my son60 ,michael ,strogoff by a desperate effort had gone4 ,he did not heed his old mother1 who had fallen back almost inanimate on a bench4 ,but when the postmaster hastened to assist her1 the aged woman raised herself4 ,suddenly the thought occurred to her3 ,she denied by her own son4 ,it was impossible6 ,as for being deceived1 it was equally impossible4 ,it was certainly her son whom she had just seen2 and if he had not recognized her it was because he had some strong reason for acting thus4 ,and then1 her mother-feelings arising within her1 she had only one thought3 ,can ,i unwittingly have ruined him8 8,i am mad10 she said to her interrogators4 8,this young man was not my son2 he had not his voice4 ,let us think no more of it4 ,if we do1 ,i shall end in finding him everywhere40 ,this scene1 however1 was immediately reported to ,ivan ,ogareff1 who was stationed in the town4 ,he at once arrested ,michael ,strogoff1 and then had ,marfa brought before him4 ,marfa1 standing before ,ivan ,ogareff1 drew herself up1 crossed her arms on her breast1 and waited4 8,you are ,marfa ,strogoff80 asked ,ogareff4 8,yes40 8,do you retract what you said a few hours ago80 8,no40 8,then you do not know that your son1 ,michael ,strogoff1 ,courier to the ,czar1 has passed through ,omsk80 8,i do not know it40 8,and the man whom you thought you recognized as your son was not your son80 8,he was not my son40 8,and since then1 you have seen him among the prisoners80 8,no40 8,if he were pointed out to you1 would you recognize him80 8,no40 8,listen6 ,your son is here1 and you shall immediately point him out to me40 8,no40 8,all these men will file before you1 and if you do not show me ,michael ,strogoff1 you shall receive as many blows from the knout as men shall have passed before you40 ,on an order from ,ogareff1 the prisoners filed one by one past ,marfa1 who was immovable as a statue1 and whose face expressed only perfect indifference4 ,michael was to all appearances unmoved1 but the palms of his hands bled under the nails which were pressed into the flesh4 ,marfa1 seized by two soldiers1 was forced on her knees on the ground4 ,her dress torn off left her back bare4 ,a saber was placed before her breast at a few inches' distance4 ,if she bent beneath her sufferings1 her breast would be pierced by the sharp steel4 ,the ,tartar drew himself up and waited4 8,begin10 said ,ogareff4 ,the whip whistled through the air1 but1 before it fell1 a powerful hand stopped the ,tartar's arm4 ,ivan ,ogareff had succeeded4 8,michael ,strogoff60 cried he4 8,himself60 said ,michael1 and raising the knout1 he struck ,ogareff a blow across the face4 8,blow for blow60 said he4 ,twenty soldiers threw themselves on ,michael and in another instant he would have been slain1 but ,ogareff stopped them4 8,this man is reserved for the ,emir's judgment4 ,search him40 ,the letter bearing the imperial arms was found in ,michael's bosom2 he had not time to destroy it4 ,it was handed to ,ogareff4 ,michael was then led before the ,emir4 8,your forehead to the ground60 exclaimed ,ogareff4 8,no60 ,two soldiers tried to make him bend1 but were themselves laid on the ground by a blow from ,michael's fist4 8,who is this prisoner80 asked the ,emir4 8,a ,russian spy10 answered ,ogareff4 ,in asserting that ,michael was a spy1 he knew that the sentence would be terrible4 ,the ,emir made a sign1 at which all bowed low their heads4 ,then he pointed to the ,koran1 which was brought to him4 ,he opened the sacred book1 and placing his finger on one of its pages1 read in a loud voice a verse ending in these words3 8,and he shall no more see the things of this earth40 8,russian spy1 you have come to see what is going on in the ,tartar camp2 then look while you may6 ,you have seen for the last time4 ,in an instant your eyes will be for ever shut to the light of day40 ,michael's fate was to be not death1 but blindness4 ,he was going to be blinded in the ,tartar fashion1 with a hot saber-blade passed before his eyes4 ,the ,emir's orders executed1 ,ivan ,ogareff approached ,michael1 drew from his pocket the ,imperial letter1 opened it and held it up before the face of the ,czar's courier1 saying with supreme irony3 8,read1 now1 ,michael ,strogoff1 read1 and go and repeat at ,irkutsk what you have read4 ,the true ,courier of the ,czar is henceforth ,ivan ,ogareff40 ,the ,emir retired with his train4 ,ivan followed after1 and sightless ,michael was left alone to his fate4 ,one thought possessed him4 ,he must somehow arrive at ,irkutsk before the traitor and warn the ,grand ,duke of the intended deception4 ,some months later ,michael ,strogoff had reached his journey's end6 ,he was in ,irkutsk4 ,hastening to the governor's palace to see the ,grand ,duke1 he meets in a waiting-room ,ivan ,ogareff1 the traitor4 ,the latter must act quickly4 ,ogareff arose1 and thinking he had an immeasureable advantage over the blind man threw himself upon him4 ,but with one hand ,michael grasps the arm of his enemy and hurls him to the ground4 ,ogareff gathers himself together like a tiger about to spring1 and utters not a word4 ,the noise of his footsteps1 his very breathing1 he tries to conceal from the blind man4 ,at last1 with a spring1 he drives his sword full blast at ,michael's breast4 ,an imperceptible movement of the blind man's knife turns aside the blow4 ,michael is not touched1 and coolly waits a second attack4 ,cold drops stand on ,ogareff's brow2 he draws back a step and again leaps forward4 ,but like the first1 this attempt fails4 ,michael's knife has parried the blow from the traitor's useless sword4 ,mad with rage and terror1 he gazes into the wide-open eyes of the blind man4 ,those eyes which seem to pierce to the bottom of his soul1 and which do not1 cannot1 see1 exercise a sort of dreadful fascination over him4 ,suddenly ,ogareff utters a cry3 8,he sees6 ,he sees60 8,yes1 ,i see4 ,thinking of my mother1 the tears which sprang to my eyes saved my sight4 ,i see the mark of the knout which ,i gave you1 traitor and coward6 ,i see the place where ,i am about to strike you6 ,defend your life6 ,it is a duel ,i offer you6 ,my knife against your sword60 ,ogareff now feels that he is lost1 but1 mustering up all his courage1 he springs forward4 ,the two blades cross1 but at a touch from ,michael's knife the sword flies in splinters1 and the wretch1 stabbed to the heart1 falls lifeless to the ground4 ,at the same moment the door is thrown open1 and the ,grand ,duke1 accompanied by some of his officers1 enters4 ,the ,grand ,duke advances4 ,in the body lying on the ground he recognizes the man whom he believes to be the ,czar's ,courier4 ,then in threatening voice3 8,who killed this man80 8,i10 answered ,michael4 8,thy name8 ,who dares kill the servant of my brother1 the ,czar's ,courier80 8,that man1 your highness1 is not a ,courier of the ,czar6 ,he is ,ivan ,ogareff60 8,ivan ,ogareff60 8,yes1 ,ivan the traitor40 8,but who are you1 then80 8,michael ,strogoff40 ,,the ,,tiger',s ,,cave ,,an ,,adventure ,,among ,,the ,,mountains ,,of ,,quito ,on leaving the ,indian village1 we continued to wind round ,chimborazo's wide base2 but its snow-crowned head no longer shone above us in clear brilliancy1 for a dense fog was gathering gradually around it4 ,our guides looked anxiously towards it1 and announced their apprehensions of a violent storm4 ,we soon found that their fears were well founded4 ,the fog rapidly covered and obscured the whole of the mountain2 the atmosphere was suffocating1 and yet so humid that the steelwork of our watches was covered with rust1 and the watches stopped4 ,the river beside which we were traveling rushed down with still greater impetuosity2 and from the clefts of the rocks which lay on the left of our path were suddenly precipitated small rivulets that bore the roots of trees and innumerable serpents along with them4 ,these rivulets often came down so suddenly and violently that we had great difficulty in preserving our footing4 ,the thunder at length began to roll1 and resounded through the mountainous passes with the most terrific grandeur4 ,then came the vivid lightning1 flash following flash--above1 around1 beneath--everywhere a sea of fire4 ,we sought a momentary shelter in a cleft of the rocks1 while one of our guides hastened forward to seek a more secure asylum4 ,in a short time he returned1 and informed us that he had discovered a spacious cavern1 which would afford us sufficient protection from the elements4 ,we proceeded thither immediately1 and with great difficulty1 and not a little danger1 at last got into it4 ,the noise and raging of the storm continued with so much violence that we could not hear the sound of our voices4 ,i had placed myself near the entrance of the cave1 and could observe1 through the opening1 which was straight and narrow1 the singular scene without4 ,the highest cedar-trees were struck down1 or bent like reeds2 monkeys and parrots lay strewed upon the ground1 killed by the falling branches2 the water had collected in the path we had just passed1 and hurried along it like a mountain stream4 ,from everything ,i saw ,i thought it extremely probable that we should be obliged to pass some days in this cavern4 ,when the storm1 however1 had somewhat abated1 our guides ventured out in order to ascertain if it were possible to continue our journey4 ,the cave in which we had taken refuge was extremely dark1 so that if we moved a few paces from the entrance we could see no more than an inch before us2 and we were debating as to the propriety of leaving it1 even before the ,indians came back1 when we suddenly heard a singular rumbling or growling at the farther end of the cavern1 which instantly fixed all our attention4 ,wharton and myself listened anxiously1 but our daring and inconsiderate young friend ,lincoln1 together with my huntsman1 crept about upon their hands and knees1 and endeavored to discover1 by groping1 from whence the sound proceeded4 ,they had not advanced far into the cavern before we heard them utter an exclamation of surprise2 and they returned to us1 each carrying in his arms an animal singularly marked1 and about the size of a cat1 seemingly of great strength and power1 and furnished with immense fangs4 ,the eyes were of a green color2 strong claws were upon their feet2 and a blood-red tongue hung out of their mouths4 ,wharton had scarcely glanced at them1 when he exclaimed1 in consternation1 8,good ,god6 we have come into the den of a--40 ,he was interrupted by a fearful cry of dismay from our guides1 who came rushing precipitately towards us1 calling out1 8,a tiger6 a tiger60 and at the same time1 with extraordinary rapidity1 they climbed up a cedar-tree1 which stood at the entrance of the cave1 and hid themselves among the branches4 ,after the first sensation of horror and surprise1 which rendered me motionless for a moment1 had subsided1 ,i grasped my firearms4 ,wharton had already regained his composure and self-possession2 and he called to us to assist him instantly in blocking up the mouth of the cave with an immense stone1 which fortunately lay near it4 ,the sense of approaching danger augmented our strength1 for we now distinctly heard the growl of the ferocious animal1 and we were lost beyond redemption if it reached the entrance before we could get it closed4 ,ere this was done1 we could distinctly see the tiger bounding towards the spot and stooping in order to creep into his den by the narrow opening4 ,at this fearful moment our exertions were successful1 and the great stone kept the wild beast at bay4 ,there was a small open space1 however1 left between the top of the entrance and the stone1 through which we could see the head of the animal1 illuminated by its glowing eyes1 which rolled1 glaring with fury1 upon us4 ,its frightful roaring1 too1 penetrated to the depths of the cavern1 and was answered by the hoarse growling of the cubs1 which ,lincoln and ,frank had now tossed from them4 ,our ferocious enemy attempted first to remove the stone with his powerful claws1 and then to push it with his head from its place2 and these efforts1 proving abortive1 served only to increase his wrath4 ,he uttered a tremendous1 heart-piercing howl1 and his flaming eyes darted light into the darkness of our retreat4 8,now is the time to fire at him10 said ,wharton1 with his usual calmness2 8aim at his eyes2 the ball will go through his brain1 and we shall then have a chance to get rid of him40 ,frank seized his double-barreled gun1 and ,lincoln his pistols2 the former placed the muzzle within a few inches of the tiger1 and ,lincoln did the same4 ,at ,wharton's command1 they both drew the triggers at the same moment1 but no shot followed4 ,the tiger1 who seemed aware that the flash indicated an attack upon him1 sprang growling from the entrance1 but1 feeling himself unhurt1 immediately turned back again1 and stationed himself in his former place4 ,the powder in both pieces was wet4 ,frank and ,lincoln1 therefore1 proceeded to draw the useless charges while ,wharton and myself hastened to seek our powder-flask4 ,it was so extremely dark that we were obliged to grope about the cave2 and1 at last1 coming in contact with the cubs1 we heard a rustling noise1 as if they were playing with some metal substance1 which we soon discovered was the cannister we were looking for4 ,most unfortunately1 however1 the animals had pushed off the lid with their claws1 and the powder had been strewed over the damp earth and rendered entirely useless4 ,this fearful discovery excited the greatest consternation4 8,all is now over10 said ,wharton4 8,we have only now to choose whether we shall die of hunger1 together with these animals who are shut up along with us1 or open the entrance to the blood-thirsty monster without1 and so make a quicker end of the matter40 ,so saying1 he placed himself close beside the stone1 which1 for the moment1 defended us1 and looked undauntedly upon the lightning eyes of the tiger4 ,lincoln raved and swore2 and ,frank took a piece of strong cord from his pocket and hastened to the farther end of the cave--,i knew not with what design4 ,we soon1 however1 heard a low1 stifled groaning2 and the tiger1 who had heard it also1 became more restless and disturbed than ever4 ,he went backwards and forwards before the entrance of the cave1 in the most wild1 impetuous manner1 then stood still1 and stretching out his neck in the direction of the forest1 broke forth into a deafening howl4 ,our two ,indian guides took advantage of this opportunity to discharge several arrows from the tree4 ,the animal was struck more than once1 but the light weapons bounded back harmless from his thick skin4 ,at length1 however1 one of them struck him near the eye1 and the arrow remained sticking in the wound4 ,he now broke anew into the wildest fury1 and sprang at the tree1 and tore it with his claws1 as if he would have dragged it to the ground4 ,but1 having at length succeeded in getting rid of the arrow1 became more calm1 and laid himself down as before in front of the cave4 ,frank now returned from the lower end of the den1 and a glance showed us what he had been doing4 ,in each hand1 and dangling from the end of a string1 were the two cubs4 ,he had strangled them1 and before we were aware what he intended1 he threw them through the opening to the tiger4 ,no sooner did the animal perceive them1 than he gazed earnestly upon them1 and began to examine them closely1 turning them cautiously from side to side4 ,as soon as he became aware that they were dead1 he uttered so piercing a howl of sorrow that we were obliged to put our hands to our ears4 ,when ,i upbraided my huntsman for the cruel action he had so rashly committed1 ,i perceived by his blunt and abrupt answers that he also had lost all hope of rescue from our impending fate1 and1 that1 under these circumstances1 the ties between master and servant were dissolved4 ,for my own part1 without knowing why1 ,i could not help believing that some unexpected assistance would yet rescue us from so horrible a fate4 ,alas6 ,i little anticipated the sacrifice that my rescue was to cost4 ,the thunder had now ceased1 and the storm had sunk to a gentle gale2 the songs of the birds were again heard in the neighboring forest1 and the sunbeams sparkled in the drops that hung from the leaves4 ,we saw through the aperture that all nature was reviving after the wild war of elements which had so recently taken place2 but the contrast only made our situation the more terrible4 ,we were in a grave from which there was no deliverance2 and a monster1 worse than the fabled ,cerberus1 kept watch over us4 ,the tiger had laid himself down beside his whelps4 ,he was a beautiful animal1 of great size and strength1 and his limbs being stretched out at their full length1 displayed his immense power of muscle4 ,a double row of great teeth stood far enough apart to show his large red tongue1 from which the white foam fell in large drops4 ,all at once1 another roar was heard at a distance1 and the tiger immediately rose and answered it with a mournful howl4 ,at the same instant1 our ,indians uttered a shriek1 which announced that some new danger threatened us4 ,a few moments confirmed our worst fears1 for another tiger1 not quite so large as the former1 came rapidly towards the spot where we were4 8,this enemy will prove more cruel than the other10 said ,wharton2 8for this is the female1 and she knows no pity for those who deprive her of her young40 ,the howls which the tigress gave when she had examined the bodies of her cubs1 surpassed everything of the horrible that we had yet heard2 and the tiger mingled his mournful cries with hers4 ,suddenly her roaring was lowered to a hoarse growling1 and we saw her anxiously stretch out her head1 extend her wide and smoking nostrils1 and look as if she were determined to discover immediately the murderers of her young4 ,her eyes quickly fell upon us1 and she made a spring forward with the intention of penetrating to our place of refuge4 ,perhaps she might have been enabled by her immense strength to push away the stone1 had we not1 with all our united power1 held it against her4 ,when she found that all her efforts were fruitless she rejoined the tiger1 who lay stretched beside his cubs1 and he arose and added his howls to her hollow roarings4 ,they stood together for a few moments1 as if in consultation1 and then suddenly went off at a rapid pace1 and disappeared from our sight4 ,their howling died away in the distance1 and then entirely ceased4 ,we now began to entertain better hopes of our condition2 but ,wharton shook his head4 8,do not flatter yourselves10 said he1 8with the belief that these animals will let us escape out of their sight till they have had their revenge4 ,the hours we have to live are numbered40 ,nevertheless1 there still appeared a chance for our rescue1 for1 to our surprise1 we saw both our ,indians standing before the entrance1 and heard them call to us to seize the only possibility of our yet saving ourselves by instant flight1 for that the tigers had only gone round the height to seek another inlet to the cave1 with which they were no doubt acquainted4 ,in the greatest haste the stone was pushed aside1 and we stepped forth from what we had considered a living grave4 ,wharton was the last who left it2 he was unwilling to lose his double-barreled gun1 and stopped to take it up2 the rest of us only thought of making our escape4 ,we now heard once more the roaring of the tigers1 though at a distance2 and1 following the example of our guides1 we precipitately struck into a sidepath4 ,from the number of roots and branches of trees with which the storm had strewed our way1 and the slipperiness of the road1 our flight was slow and difficult4 ,wharton1 though an active seaman1 had a heavy step1 and had great difficulty in keeping pace with us1 and we were often obliged to slacken our own on his account4 ,we had proceeded thus for about a quarter of an hour1 when we found that our way led along the edge of a rocky cliff1 with innumerable fissures4 ,we had just entered upon it1 when suddenly the ,indians1 who were before us1 uttered one of their piercing shrieks1 and we immediately became aware that the tigers were in pursuit of us4 ,urged by despair1 we rushed towards the breaks1 or gulfs1 in our way1 over which was thrown a bridge of reeds1 that sprang up and down at every step1 and could be trodden with safety by the light foot of the ,indians alone4 ,deep in the hollow below rushed an impetuous stream1 and a thousand pointed and jagged rocks threatened destruction on every side4 ,lincoln1 my huntsman1 and myself1 passed over the chasm in safety2 but ,wharton was still in the middle of the waving bridge1 and endeavoring to steady himself1 when both the tigers were seen to issue from the adjoining forest2 and1 the moment they descried us they bounded towards us with dreadful roarings4 ,meanwhile1 ,wharton had nearly gained the safe side of the gulf1 and we were all clambering the rocky cliff1 except ,lincoln1 who remained at the reedy bridge to assist his friend to step upon firm ground4 ,wharton1 though the ferocious animals were close upon him1 never lost his courage or presence of mind4 ,as soon as he had gained the edge of the cliff1 he knelt down1 and1 with the edge of his sword1 divided the fastenings by which the bridge was attached to the rock4 ,he expected an effectual barrier would thus be put to the farther progress of our pursuers2 but he was mistaken2 for he had scarcely accomplished his task1 when the tigress1 without a moment's pause1 rushed towards the chasm1 and attempted to bound over4 ,it was a fearful sight to see the mighty animal1 suspended for a moment in the air above the abyss2 but the scene passed like a flash of lightning4 ,her strength was not equal to the distance2 she fell into the gulf1 and before she reached the bottom1 was torn into a thousand pieces by the jagged points of the rocks4 ,her fate did not in the least dismay her companion2 he followed her with an immense spring1 and reached the opposite side1 but only with his fore-claws1 and thus he clung to the edge of the precipice1 endeavoring to gain a footing4 ,the ,indians again uttered a wild shriek1 as if all hope had been lost4 ,but ,wharton1 who was nearest to the edge of the rock1 advanced courageously towards the tiger1 and struck his sword into the animal's breast4 ,enraged beyond all measure1 the wild beast collected all his strength1 and with a violent effort1 fixing one of his hind-legs upon the edge of the cliff1 he seized ,wharton by the thigh4 ,the heroic man still preserved his fortitude2 he grasped the trunk of tree with his left hand1 to steady and support himself1 while with his right he wrenched and violently turned the sword that was still in the breast of the tiger4 ,all this was the work of an instant4 ,the ,indians1 ,frank1 and myself hastened to his assistance2 but ,lincoln1 who was already at his side1 had seized ,wharton's gun1 which lay near by1 upon the ground1 and struck so powerful a blow with the butt-end upon the head of the tiger1 that the animal1 stunned and overpowered1 let go his hold and fell back into the abyss4 ,all would have been well1 had it ended thus2 but the unfortunate ,lincoln had not calculated upon the force of his blow2 he staggered forward1 reeled upon the edge of the precipice1 extended his hand to seize upon anything to save himself--but in vain4 ,his foot slipped2 for an instant he hovered over the gulf1 and then was plunged into it to rise no more6--,edinburgh ,literary ,journal4 ,,whale ,,hunting ,,by ,j4 ,,ross ,,browne 8,there she blows60 was sung out from the mast-head4 8,where away80 demanded the captain4 8,three points off the lee bow1 sir40 8,raise up your wheel4 ,steady60 8,steady1 sir40 8,mast-head1 ahoy6 ,do you see that whale now80 8,aye1 aye1 sir6 ,a school of sperm whales6 ,there she blows6 ,there she breaches60 8,sing out6 ,sing out every time60 8,aye1 aye1 sir6 ,there she blows6 ,there--there--thar' she blows--blowes--blo-o-o-s60 8,how far off60 8,two miles and a half60 8,thunder and lightning6 so near6 ,call all hands6 ,clew up the fore-t'gallant-sail--there6 belay6 ,hard down your wheel6 ,haul aback the main yard6 ,get your tubs in your boats6 ,bear a hand6 ,clear your falls6 ,stand by all to lower6 ,all ready80 8,all ready1 sir60 8,lower away60 ,down went the boats with a splash4 ,each boat's crew sprang over the rail1 and in an instant the larboard1 starboard and waist boats were manned4 ,there was great rivalry in getting the start4 ,the waist-boat got off in pretty good time2 and away went all three1 dashing the water high over their bows4 ,nothing could be more exciting than the chase4 ,the larboard boat1 commanded by the mate1 and the waist-boat1 by the second mate1 were head and head4 8,give way1 my lads1 give way60 shouted our headsman2 8we gain on them2 give way6 ,a long1 steady stroke6 ,that's the way to tell it60 8,aye1 aye60 cried ,tabor1 our boat-steerer4 8,what d'ye say1 boys8 ,shall we lick 'em80 8,pull6 pull like vengeance60 echoed the crew2 and we danced over the waves1 scarcely seeming to touch them4 ,the chase was now truly soul-stirring4 ,sometimes the larboard1 then the starboard1 then the waist-boat took the lead4 ,it was a severe trial of skill and muscle4 ,after we had run two miles at this rate1 the whales turned flukes1 going dead to windward4 8,now for it1 my lads60 cried our headsman4 8,we'll have them the next rising4 ,now pile it on6 a long1 steady pull6 ,that's it6 ,don't give out6 ,half an hour more1 and they're our whales60 ,the other boats had veered off at either side of us1 and continued the chase with renewed ardor4 ,in about half an hour we lay on our oars to look around for the whales4 8,there she blows6 right ahead60 shouted ,tabor1 fairly dancing with delight4 8,there she blows6 ,there she blows60 8,oh1 ,lord1 boys1 spring60 cried our headsman4 8,spring it is6 ,what d'ye say1 now1 chummies8 ,shall we take those whales80 ,to this general appeal every man replied by putting his weight on his oar1 and exerting his utmost strength4 ,the boat flew through the water with incredible swiftness1 scarcely rising to the waves4 ,a large bull whale lay about a quarter of a mile ahead of us1 lazily rolling in the trough of the sea4 ,the larboard and starboard boats were far to leeward of us1 tugging hard to get a chance at the other whales1 which were now blowing in every direction4 8,give way6 give way1 my hearties60 cried our headsman1 putting his weight against the aft oar4 8,do you love gin8 ,a bottle of gin to the best man6 ,oh1 pile it on while you have breath6 pile it on60 8,on with the beef1 chummies6 ,smash every oar6 double 'em up1 or break 'em60 8,every devil's imp of you1 pull6 ,no talking2 lay back to it2 now or never60 ,on dashed the boat1 cleaving its way through the rough sea as if the briny element were blue smoke4 ,the whale1 however1 turned flukes before we could reach him4 ,when he appeared again above the surface of the water1 it was evident that he had milled while down1 by which maneuver he gained on us nearly a mile4 ,the chase was now almost hopeless1 as he was making to windward rapidly4 ,a heavy1 black cloud was on the horizon1 portending an approaching squall1 and the barque was fast fading from sight4 ,still we were not to be baffled by discouraging circumstances of this kind1 and we braced our sinews for a grand and final effort4 8,never give up1 my lads60 said the headsman1 in a cheering voice4 8,mark my words1 we'll have that whale yet4 ,only think he's ours1 and there's no mistake about it1 he will be ours4 ,now for a hard1 steady pull6 ,give way60 8,give way1 sir6 ,give way1 all60 8,there she blows6 ,oh1 pull my lively lads6 ,only a mile off6 ,there she blows60 ,the wind by this time had increased almost to a gale1 and the heavy black clouds were scattering over us far and wide4 ,part of the squall had passed off to leeward and entirely concealed the barque4 ,our situation was rather unpleasant3 in a rough sea1 the other boats out of sight1 and each moment the wind increasing4 ,we continued to strain every muscle till we were hard upon the whale4 ,tabor sprang to the bow1 and stood by with the harpoon4 8,softly1 softly1 my lads10 said the headsman4 8,aye1 aye1 sir60 8,hush-h-h6 softly4 ,now's your time1 ,tabor60 ,tabor let fly the harpoon1 and buried the iron4 8,give him another60 8,aye1 aye6 ,stern all60 8,stern all60 thundered the headsman4 8,stern all60 ,and1 as we rapidly backed from the whale1 he flung his tremendous flukes high in the air1 covering us with a cloud of spray4 ,he then sounded1 making the line whiz as it passed through the chocks4 ,when he rose to the surface again1 we hauled up1 and the second mate stood ready in the bow to dispatch him with lances4 8,spouting blood60 said ,tabor4 8,he's a dead whale6 ,he won't need much lancing40 ,it was true enough2 for1 before the officer could get within dart of him1 he commenced his dying struggles4 ,the sea was crimsoned with his blood4 ,by the time we had reached him1 he was belly up4 ,we lay upon our oars a moment to witness his last throes1 and1 when he had turned his head toward the sun1 a loud1 simultaneous cheer burst from every lip4 ,a low1 rumbling sound1 like the roar of a distant waterfall1 now reached our ears4 ,each moment it grew louder4 ,the whole expansive arch of the heavens became dark with clouds tossing1 flying1 swelling1 and whirling over and over1 like the surges of an angry sea4 ,a white cloud1 gleaming against the black mass behind it1 came sweeping toward us1 stretching forth its long1 white arms1 as if to grasp us in its fatal embrace4 ,louder and still louder it growled2 yet the air was still and heavy around us4 ,now the white cloud spread1 whirled over1 and lost its hoary head2 now it wore the mane and forefeet of a lion2 now the heads of a dragon1 with their tremendous jaws extended4 ,writhing1 hissing1 roaring1 it swept toward us4 ,the demon of wrath could not have assumed a more frightful form4 ,the whole face of the ocean was hidden in utter darkness1 save within a circle of a few hundred yards4 ,our little boat floated on a sea almost unruffled by a breath of wind4 ,the heavy swell rolled lazily past us2 yet a death-like calmness reigned in the air4 ,beyond the circle all was strife2 within1 all peace4 ,we gazed anxiously in each other's faces2 but not a word was spoken4 ,even the veteran harpooner looked upon the clouds with a face of unusual solemnity1 as we lay upon our oars1 awed to silence by the sublimity of the scene4 ,the ominous stillness of everything within the circle became painful4 ,for many long minutes the surface of the water remained nearly smooth4 ,we dreaded1 but longed for a change4 ,this state of suspense was growing intolerable4 ,i could hear the deep1 long-drawn respirations of those around me2 ,i saw the quick1 anxious glances they turned to windward2 and ,i almost fancied ,i could read every thought that passed within their breasts4 ,suddenly a white streak of foam appeared within a hundred yards4 ,scarcely had we unshipped our oars1 when the squall burst upon us with stunning violence4 ,the weather side of the boat was raised high out of the water1 and the rushing foam dashed over the gunwale in torrents4 ,we soon trimmed her1 however1 and1 by hard bailing1 got her clear of water4 ,it is utterly impossible to conceive the violence of the wind4 ,small as the surface exposed to the squall was1 we flew through the foaming seas1 dragging the dead body of the whale after us with incredible velocity4 ,thus situated1 entirely at the mercy of the wind and sea1 we continued every moment to increase our distance from the barque4 ,when the squall abated1 we came to under the lee of the whale1 and looked to leeward for the barque4 ,not a speck could be seen on the horizon6 ,night was rapidly approaching1 and we were alone upon the broad1 angry ocean6 8,ship your oars10 said the headsman2 8we'll not part company with old blubber yet4 ,if we can't make the barque1 we can make land somewhere40 8,aye1 aye10 said ,tabor1 with a sly leer1 8and live on roast-beef and turkey while we're making it40 ,with heavy hearts and many misgivings we shipped our oars1 heartily wishing the whale in the devil's try-pots2 for we thought it rather hard that our lives should be risked for a few barrels of oil4 ,for two hours we pulled a long1 lazy1 dogged stroke1 without a sign of relief4 ,at last ,tabor stood up on the bow to look out1 and we lay on our oars4 8,well1 ,tabor1 what d'ye see80 was the general inquiry4 8,why10 said ,tabor1 coolly rolling the quid from his weather to his lee cheek1 8,i see a cussed old barque that looks like ,granny ,howland's wash-tub1 with a few broomsticks rigged up in the middle of it40 8,pull1 you devils60 cried our headsman2 8there's duff in the cook's coppers40 8,yes6 ,i think ,i smell it10 said ,tabor4 ,it was nearly dark when we arrived alongside of the barque with our prize2 but what was our surprise to find that the starboard and larboard boats had killed five whales between them6 ,they were all of a small size1 and did not average more than fifteen barrels each4 ,that night not a breath of air ruffled the clear1 broad ocean as it swelled beneath and around us1 forming a multitude of mirrors that reflected all the beauties of the splendid canopy above4 ,the moon arose with unusual brilliancy4 ,it was a night for the winged spirits of the air4 ,i enjoyed a melancholy pleasure in walking the decks beneath the soft moonbeams1 thinking of past times4 ,silence reigned over the deep4 ,the calm1 broad ocean presented a beautiful simile of repose1 and the light1 shadowy clouds floated motionless in the air1 as if in awe of the mighty wilderness of waters beneath them4 ,a clear1 silvery light beamed over the glassy swell2 and far away the moon's rays1 casting their soft and delicate glow over the whole scene1 gradually vanished in a dreamy haze upon the horizon4 ,i gazed with pensive feelings upon this scene2 so calm1 so heavenly1 so unrivaled in its loveliness2 and ,i thought1 with a sigh1 of the coming day3 the fiery1 tropical sun2 the heat and smoke of the try-works2 and all the realities of a whaleman's life4 ,i have heard of the solitude of the desert2 but what can compare with that of the ocean at such a time as this8 ,never had the sea looked more beautiful than it did that night4 ,it was a source of pleasure to feel that1 notwithstanding the wretched life ,i led1 there were still left a few of the better feelings of my nature4 ,a passage in the 8,vision of ,don ,roderic0 occurred to me as singularly expressive of the checkered fortunes of a seafarer4 ,well might ,i hope the light cloud which occasionally obscured the moon's brightness might prove a happy omen of my future fate3 8,melting1 as a wreath of snow it hangs ,in folds of wavy silver round1 and clothes ,the orb in richer beauty than her own2 ,then1 passing1 leaves her in her light serene40 --,from 8,etchings of a ,whaling ,cruise10 by kind permission of ,harper ,brothers1 ,publishers1 ,new ,york4 ,,the ,,man ,,in ,,the ,,shadow ,,by ,r4 ,w4 ,,child ,the late afternoon sunlight slanted down into the busy street through the trees of the ,public ,garden4 ,it had been the sort of day which whispers of other scenes1 old faces1 gentle memories and painted possibilities4 ,now along the street came the ebb-tide of the day's work swept out from the business part of the city and jostling homeward4 ,among the home-goers was a man distinguished a little from the rest by a refined and patient expression4 ,his shoulders sloped as if they had borne much2 his eyes were open in a stare as if astounded at the repetition of life's misfortunes2 and his clothes1 from his derby hat1 shiny from his wife's endless brushings1 to his shoes1 flattened by the monotony of his daily life1 told of the practice of much respectable economy4 ,trouble had felt of his throat1 one would say1 but never had succeeded in throttling him4 ,there was a quiet1 reserved strength in the furrows of his forehead and in the solidity of his chin1 and the wrinkles at the corner of his blue eyes declared that there was a fund of persistent hope in ,carter ,clews4 ,looking up suddenly he saw four men coming down the steps of a hotel toward an open carriage which had drawn up to the curb4 ,three were inclined to the stoutness of middle age1 and all were laughing prosperously1 and chatting vociferously of ,commencement dinners and baseball games and class reunions2 it was evident that they were four successful men on a holiday and straining to be young again4 ,carter ,clews smiled with boyish pleasure1 for one of them was 8,newt0 ,riggs1 who used to row on the crew and was now a corporation attorney in ,chicago2 and there was ,billy ,drowson1 who used to flunk examinations as easily as if he meant to do it2 and the third was ,joe ,crane1 who was making his two hundred thousand a year in metal refining in ,colorado2 and the little man was ,lapham1 the surgeon1 who had been marshal of the class4 ,the last had just seated himself comfortably in the carriage1 when ,clews succeeded in pushing his way into the gap they had left in the crowd4 ,both ,joseph ,crane and ,lapham1 seeing him take a step toward them1 opened their eyes in innocent surprise2 neither of them recognized him4 ,he stopped for a moment of embarrassed hesitation1 and in that moment he felt with the sharp old pang that he belonged among them no more4 ,they were successful men4 ,carter ,clews stepped back into the gray shadow of the portico4 ,the carriage started away with a laugh and the scrape of a wheel on the curb1 and ,clews started on his way once more4 ,his daily trudge to and from his office was the result of a calculation that enough car fare each year was saved to buy an extra gown for his daughter4 ,life had toyed with him1 showing her splendors and snatching them from his fingers2 had taught him culture and then laughed at him4 ,the rattle of his key brought his wife to the door1 and the usual smiles and kisses of welcome reminded him of the old duty of keeping his feelings to himself4 8,was there any mail to-day80 8,there was a postal-card came to-day for you1 dad4 ,it had been to all of the four places we have lived since we came back from ,iowa1 and so it was late in getting here4 ,it was the announcement of the twenty-fifth anniversary dinner of your class2 you'll go1 won't you80 8,where's the postal80 8,do go1 dad1 we don't like to have you forgotten4 ,it's only six4 ,the dinner's at eight4 ,you'll have plenty of time1 father40 ,clews took the card1 holding it under the light of the lamp on the center-table4 ,his fingers trembled a little as he read it4 8,the last dinner ,i went to was in our ,senior year1 just before ,i graduated and went ,west2 ,i was toastmaster at that dinner4 ,it was a spring night like this4 ,i remember a little crowd of us sat under a tree in the college yard and talked until daylight4 ,we promised each other1 half in fun1 that the one who got to be forty-five years old and wasn't successful should jump into the river4 ,and then we went up to my room for a cold bath1 and ,i built a fire and heated the poker and burned my name into the mantel-piece40 ,he tossed the card aside4 ,his wife could see upon his face the unmistakable sign that the accumulation of years of disappointment was no longer to be contained in silence4 8,i've been a miserable fizzle6 ,unknown and forgotten because ,i deserve it60 ,edith looked straight at him4 8,that is not true10 she said softly4 8,perhaps it's a bad dream6 ,it's been my fault4 ,no wonder ,i'm forgotten6 ,everybody flocks around a victor1 but who cares where the man is who failed to do big things8 ,once he marched in the front line promising a great deal1 and now he's got to watch the procession from the sidewalk4 ,it would be better1 if a man can't make himself felt and has got to walk around unknown--to keep his promise and--0 8,don't1 father40 ,he looked up into his daughter's face1 and seeing the trembling of her upper lip1 drew a long breath and squared his shoulders4 8,well1 perhaps we all have our compensations40 8,you are going to the class dinner1 aren't you80 8,no1 ,i think ,i won't go this time4 ,perhaps next year--0 8,oh1 yes1 for me6 ,i'll get your evening clothes4 ,they're put away40 ,when he appeared in them a little later1 he looked doubtfully at himself in the mirror1 then suddenly smiled4 8,i've had them ever since we were married4 ,their style looks rather quaint1 doesn't it8 ,but ,i've had some very happy minutes inside the old coat4 ,do you remember this tie1 ,alice80 8,why1 for mercy's sake6 ,that was the first thing ,i ever made you60 8,i haven't forgotten10 he answered4 ,as he went slowly out into the hallway and down the noisy wooden stairs1 his wife and daughter leaned over the banisters looking at him anxiously4 ,at last he turned the corner into the avenue4 ,as he looked1 he saw a little group of laughing men going up the steps2 then he squared his shoulders1 and walked briskly across the street and up the steps into the lobby4 ,the clerk leaned over the desk toward him4 8,seventy-six80 ,clews nodded3 8,yes1 my class--,seventy-six40 8,just down at the end of that corridor40 ,there were others standing with him at the checkroom1 who nodded to him4 8,did you go to the game80 asked one4 8,no4 ,how did it come out80 8,great guns6 don't you know how it came out8 ,why1 we beat 'em6 ,my boy plays first base4 ,i go to all the games40 8,i wish ,i could4 ,i wish ,i had gone to-day1 but my work is rather confining4 ,i have a daughter1 and1 of course1 if ,i had a son1 he'd be out there at the ,university too40 8,there are several prominent members of the class here to-night4 ,drowson is here1 and ,crane is toastmaster4 ,we're late1 ,i think40 ,with his new acquaintance ,clews followed a knot of men who opened the door1 exposing two large tables filled with diners4 ,the noise within burst out and drew the attention of several guests of the hotel1 who peered down the corridor with mild curiosity4 ,when the man who was with ,clews hesitated for a moment1 a dozen voices rose up to greet him1 and several men stood up to shout1 8,oh1 ,billy1 here's a seat60 or 8,here you are1 ,lawton60 ,clews was lonely4 ,of the men who sat near him he remembered only two as acquaintances of undergraduate days1 and the old associations recalled by their faces were so hazy that he was convinced that he had never known either of them well4 ,they certainly did not recognize him4 ,he determined grimly never to suffer another experience like this4 8,the world likes success and sunlight10 he said to himself4 8,i'll fight it out alone after this1 and in my own little corner40 ,a waiter finally thrust a demi-tasse of coffee deftly over ,clew's elbow4 ,crane had introduced ,drowson with an accompaniment of cheers and hand-clapping1 and ,drowson had made a speech which had impressed every one1 and ,collingwood had been cajoled into singing an old song4 ,chairs were gradually moved back a little from the table1 the room became foggy with the smoke that curled from the cigars1 and a contented fullness and laughter tugged at nearly a hundred waistcoats4 ,crane1 the toastmaster1 was rapping for silence4 8,before we break up10 he said1 8,i want you to drink one more toast with me4 ,we have toasted ourselves and each other1 but this toast is to a man who is not here40 ,the interest and curiosity of every one was aroused4 ,even ,clews leaned back in his chair to listen2 it was plainly going to be a eulogy of some classman who had died4 8,twenty-five years ago1 after our last college dinner1 there were six men in our class sitting together under a tree in the yard and talking about what we would do4 ,we said we would all be successful at forty-five4 ,if not1 we were going to jump into the river4 ,i was one of those men--,billy ,drowson was another2 ,wright was there--he died the next year4 ,then there was ,lapham and ,riggs4 ,but there was another4 ,he was a prominent figure in our class--the smartest one of the six--very honorable and good-hearted4 ,i will not name him4 ,he is not here4 ,we all thought he would have a brilliant career4 ,he came out of college and was married1 and his father died and left him a mother and two sisters and an inheritance of debts4 ,that cut him off from the professional schools1 and he went ,west1 and ,i have found out that he went into a business where there was no chance in the world of advancement4 ,but it had to be done because that offered a way of bearing the burdens and obligations that were on him4 ,it was just like him4 ,then he had to take care of a wife and three others besides4 8,his health became very bad--he used to work sixteen hours a day sometimes1 and when he was forty years old he found himself very much out of order4 ,then he came back ,east4 ,part of his burdens had been removed1 but it was too late to start life as he might have started it once4 ,he had burned out in the service like a faithful1 honest1 well-made candle4 ,his light had been dim1 but it had also been steady4 ,i suppose he is alive1 although ,i don't know4 ,but all of us who knew him best are sure that wherever he is1 he is still putting up a good fight1 and though he hasn't got the cheers and the lime-light1 he's pulling mighty well4 ,i know it60 ,the room was very still while ,crane paused4 8,we've tried to locate him1 but we lost the scent after we found he had come back from ,iowa4 ,we had planned to go back to-night1 ,drowson and ,lapham and ,riggs and myself and this other man1 and sit under the tree in the yard where twenty-five years ago we'd promised to reach success1 before we came back to attend this dinner4 ,i feel sure that this missing man--this lost member of the class1 ,i might say1 for ,i can't find any one who knows where he is--ought to be there4 ,we think he comes as near success as any one of us4 8,we learned years ago at the ,university that faithful duty really counted2 the kind of success we are looking for isn't always gilt-edged2 the band isn't always playing for it to march by6 ,when ,i looked up this man ,i found a good1 clean1 honest story--a story of devotion and loyalty and the kind of courage that holds out when nobody is looking on or waving hats6 ,i think we all ought to be glad he is a #8,seventy-six' man1 and that we are not so narrow or ignorant as to count him a lost cause and a failure4 ,i want you to drink a toast to him with me--gentlemen1 to the man who does his job in a shadow60 ,the whole class came to its feet together6 ,clews realized that toast was to him4 ,had his head been cool1 he would have arisen with the rest unmarked and unknown--it was the old custom of remaining seated when so honored that betrayed him4 ,it left him a second behind the rest1 and the speaker's big blue eyes were upon him at once4 ,crane lowered his glass and exclaimed1 8,good ,god60 ,clews stumbled back into his chair4 8,seventy-six0 raised its voice in a great1 generous roar4 ,clews looked up with wet cheeks and smiled like a pleased boy4 ,this was his class1 cheering--and for him6 ,later in the night ,clews returned to his wife and daughter4 ,governor ,william ,drowson was with him4 8,alice10 said ,carter ,clews1 8this is ,billy4 ,i roomed with him when ,i was a freshman4 ,he's going to spend the night with me40 ,a ,,windstorm ,,in ,,the ,,forests ,,by ,,john ,,muir ,one of the most beautiful and exhilarating storms ,i ever enjoyed in the ,sierra occurred in ,december1 #ahgd1 when ,i happened to be exploring one of the tributary valleys of the ,yuba ,river4 ,the sky and the ground and the trees had been thoroughly rain-washed and were dry again4 ,the day was intensely pure1 one of those incomparable bits of ,california winter1 warm and balmy and full of white sparkling sunshine1 redolent of all the purest influences of the spring1 and at the same time enlivened with one of the most bracing wind-storms conceivable4 ,instead of camping out1 as ,i usually do1 ,i then chanced to be stopping at the house of a friend4 ,but when the storm began to sound1 ,i lost no time in pushing out into the woods to enjoy it4 ,for on such occasions ,nature has always something rare to show us1 and the danger to life and limb is hardly greater than one would experience crouching deprecatingly beneath a roof4 ,it was still early morning when ,i found myself fairly adrift4 ,delicious sunshine came pouring over the hills1 lighting the tops of the pines1 and setting free a stream of summery fragrance that contrasted strangely with the wild tones of the storm4 ,the air was mottled with pine-tassels and bright green plumes that went flashing past in the sunlight like birds pursued4 ,but there was not the slightest dustiness1 nothing less pure than leaves1 and ripe pollen1 and flecks of withered bracken and moss4 ,i heard trees falling for hours at the rate of one every two or three minutes2 some uprooted1 partly on account of the loose1 water-soaked condition of the ground2 others broken straight across1 where some weakness caused by fire had determined the spot4 ,the gestures of the various trees made a delightful study4 ,young ,sugar ,pines1 light and feathery as squirrel-tails1 were bowing almost to the ground2 while the grand old patriarchs1 whose massive boles had been tried in a hundred storms1 waved solemnly above them1 their long1 arching branches streaming fluently in the gale1 and every needle thrilling and ringing and shedding off keen lances of light like a diamond4 ,the ,douglas ,spruces1 with long sprays drawn out in level tresses and needles massed in a gray1 shimmering glow1 presented a most striking appearance as they stood in bold relief along the hill-tops4 ,the ,madroos in the dells1 with their red bark and large1 glossy leaves tilted every way1 reflected the sunshine in throbbing spangles like those one so often sees on the rippled surface of a glacier lake4 ,but the ,silver ,pines were now the most impressively beautiful of all4 ,colossal spires #bjj feet in height waved like supple goldenrods chanting and bowing low as if in worship1 while the whole mass of their long1 tremulous foliage was kindled into one continuous blaze of white sun-fire4 ,the force of the gale was such that the most steadfast monarch of them all rocked down to its roots with a motion plainly perceptible when one leaned against it4 ,nature was holding high festival1 and every fiber of the most rigid giants thrilled with glad excitement4 ,i drifted on through the midst of this passionate music and motion1 across many a glen1 from ridge to ridge2 often halting in the lee of a rock for shelter1 or to gaze and listen4 ,even when the grand anthem had swelled to its highest pitch ,i could distinctly hear the varying tones of individual trees1--,spruce1 and ,fir1 and ,pine1 and leafless ,oak1--and even the infinitely gentle rustle of the withered grasses at my feet4 ,each was expressing itself in its own way1--singing its own song1 and making its own peculiar gestures1--manifesting a richness of variety to be found in no other forest ,i have yet seen4444 ,toward midday1 after a long1 tingling scramble through copses of hazel and ceanothus1 ,i gained the summit of the highest ridge in the neighborhood2 and then it occurred to me that it would be a fine thing to climb one of the trees to obtain a wider outlook and get my ear close to the ,eolian music of its topmost needles4 ,but under the circumstances the choice of a tree was a serious matter4 ,one whose instep was not very strong1 seemed in danger of being blown down1 or of being struck by others in case they should fall2 another was branchless to a considerable height above the ground1 and at the same time too large to be grasped with arms and legs in climbing2 while others were not favorably situated for clear views4 ,after cautiously casting about1 ,i made choice of the tallest of a group of ,douglas ,spruces that were growing close together like a tuft of grass2 no one of which seemed likely to fall unless all the rest fell with it4 ,though comparatively young1 they were about #ajj feet high1 and their lithe1 brushy tops were rocking and swirling in wild ecstasy4 ,being accustomed to climb trees in botanical studies1 ,i experienced no difficulty in reaching the top of this one1 and never before did ,i enjoy so noble an exhilaration of motion4 ,the slender tops fairly flapped and swished in the passionate torrent1 bending and swirling backward and forward1 round and round1 tracing indescribable combinations of vertical and horizontal curves1 while ,i clung with muscles firmly braced1 like a bobolink on a reed4 ,in its widest sweeps my tree-top described an arc of twenty to thirty degrees1 but ,i felt sure of its elastic temper1 having seen others of the same species still more severely tried--bent almost to the ground indeed1 in heavy snows--without breaking a fiber4 ,i was therefore safe1 and free to take the wind into my pulses and enjoy the excited forest from my superb outlook4 ,the view from here must be extremely beautiful in any weather4 ,now my eye roved over the piny hills and dales as over fields of waving grain1 and felt the light running in ripples and broad1 swelling undulations across the valleys from ridge to ridge1 as the shining foliage was stirred by corresponding waves of air4 ,oftentimes these waves of reflected light would break up suddenly into a kind of beaten foam1 and again1 after chasing one another in regular order1 they would seem to bend forward in concentric curves1 and disappear on some hillside1 like sea-waves on a shelving shore4 ,the quantity of light reflected from the bent needles was so great as to make whole groves appear as if covered with snow1 while the black shadows beneath the trees greatly enhanced the effect of the silvery splendor4444 ,the sounds of the storm corresponded gloriously with this wild exuberance of light and motion4 ,the profound bass of the naked branches and poles booming like waterfalls2 the quick1 tense vibrations of the pine-needles1 now rising to a shrill1 whistling hiss1 now falling to a silky murmur2 the rustling of laurel groves in the dells1 and the keen1 metallic click of leaf on leaf--all this was heard in easy analysis when the attention was calmly bent4 ,i kept my lofty perch for hours1 frequently closing my eyes to enjoy the music by itself1 or to feast quietly on the delicious fragrance that was streaming past4 ,the fragrance of the woods was less marked than that produced during warm rain1 when so many balsamic buds and leaves are steeped like tea2 but1 from the chafing of resiny branches against each other1 and the incessant attrition of myriads of needles1 the gale was spiced to a very tonic degree4 ,and besides the fragrance from these local sources there were traces of scents brought from afar4 ,for this wind came first from the sea1 rubbing against its fresh1 briny waves1 then distilled through the redwoods1 threading rich ferny gulches1 and spreading itself in broad1 undulating currents over many a flower-enameled ridge of the ,coast ,mountains1 then across the golden plains1 up the purple foothills1 and into these piny woods with the varied incense gathered by the way4 ,when the storm began to abate1 ,i dismounted and sauntered down through the calming woods4 ,the storm-tones died away1 and1 turning toward the east1 ,i beheld the countless hosts of the forests hushed and tranquil1 towering above one another on the slopes of the hills like a devout audience4 ,the setting sun filled them with amber light1 and seemed to say1 while they listened1 8,my peace ,i give unto you40 ,as ,i gazed on the impressive scene1 all the so-called ruin of the storm was forgotten1 and never before did these noble woods appear so fresh1 so joyous1 so immortal4--,from 8,the ,mountains of ,california40 ,copyright by ,the ,century ,company1 ,new ,york1 and used by their kind permission4 ,,an ,,unexpected ,,adventure ,,by ,,john ,,muir ,a wild scene1 but not a safe one1 is made by the moon as it appears through the edge of the ,yosemite ,fall when one is behind it4 ,once1 after enjoying the night-song of the waters and watching the formation of the colored bow as the moon came round the domes and sent her beams into the wild uproar1 ,i ventured out on the narrow bench that extends back of the fall from ,fern ,ledge and began to admire the dim-veiled grandeur of the view4 ,i could see the fine1 gauzy threads of the fall's filmy border by having the light in front2 and wishing to look at the moon through the meshes of some of the denser portions of the fall1 ,i ventured to creep further behind it while it was gently wind-swayed1 without taking sufficient thought about the consequences of its swaying back to its natural position after the wind-pressure should be removed4 ,the effect was enchanting3 fine1 savage music sounding above1 beneath1 around me2 while the moon1 apparently in the very midst of the rushing waters1 seemed to be struggling to keep her place1 on account of the ever-varying form and density of the water-masses through which she was seen1 now darkly veiled or eclipsed by a rush of thick-headed comets1 now flashing out through openings between their tails4 ,i was in fairyland between the dark wall and the wild throng of illumined waters1 but suffered sudden disenchantment2 for1 like the witch-scene in ,alloway ,kirk1 8in an instant all was dark40 ,down came a dash of spent comets1 thin and harmless-looking in the distance1 but they felt desperately solid and stony when they struck my shoulders1 like a mixture of choking spray and gravel and big hailstones4 ,instinctively dropping on my knees1 ,i gripped an angle of the rock1 curled up like a young fern frond with my face pressed against my breast1 and in this attitude submitted as best ,i could to my thundering bath4 ,the heavier masses seemed to strike like cobblestones1 and there was a confused noise of many waters about my ears--hissing1 gurgling1 clashing sounds that were not heard as music4 ,the situation was quickly realized4 ,how fast one's thoughts burn in such times of stress6 ,i was weighing chances of escape4 ,would the column be swayed a few inches away from the wall1 or would it come yet closer8 ,the fall was in flood and not so lightly would its ponderous mass be swayed4 ,my fate seemed to depend on a breath of the 8idle wind40 ,it was moved gently forward1 the pounding ceased1 and ,i was once more visited by glimpses of the moon4 ,but fearing ,i might be caught at a disadvantage in making too hasty a retreat1 ,i moved only a few feet along the bench to where a block of ice lay4 ,i wedged myself between the ice and the wall1 and lay face downwards1 until the steadiness of the light gave encouragement to rise and get away4 ,somewhat nerve-shaken1 drenched1 and benumbed1 ,i made out to build a fire1 warmed myself1 ran home1 reached my cabin before daylight1 got an hour or two of sleep1 and awoke sound and comfortable1 better1 not worse1 for my hard midnight bath4--,from 8,the ,yosemite40 ,copyright by ,the ,century ,co41 ,new ,york1 and used by their kind permission4 ,,the ,,torture ,,of ,,the ,,strait-,,jacket ,,by ,,jack ,,london ,have you ever seen canvas tarpaulins or rubber blankets with brass eyelets set in along the edges8 ,then imagine a piece of stout canvas1 some four and one-half feet in length1 with large and heavy brass eyelets running down both edges4 ,the width of this canvas is never the full girth of the human body it is to surround4 ,the width is also irregular--broadest at the shoulders1 next broadest at the hips1 and narrowest at the waist4 ,the jacket is spread on the floor4 ,the man who is to be punished1 or who is to be tortured for confession1 is told to lie face-downward on the flat canvas4 ,if he refuses1 he is man-handled4 ,after that he lays himself down with a will1 which is the will of the hang-dogs1 which is your will1 dear citizen1 who feeds and fees the hang-dogs for doing this thing for you4 ,the man lies face-downward4 ,the edges of the jacket are brought as nearly together as possible along the center of the man's back4 ,then a rope1 on the principle of a shoe-lace1 is run through the eyelets1 and on the principle of shoe-lacing the man is laced in the canvas4 ,only he is laced more severely than any person ever laces his shoe4 ,they call it 8cinching0 in prison lingo4 ,on occasion1 when the guards are cruel and vindictive or when the command has come down from above1 in order to insure the severity of the lacing the guards press with their feet into the man's back as they draw the lacing tight4 ,have you ever laced your shoe too tightly1 and1 after half an hour experienced that excruciating pain across the instep of the obstructed circulation8 ,and do you remember that after a few minutes of such pain you simply could not walk another step and had to untie the shoe-lace and ease the pressure8 ,very well4 ,then try to imagine your whole body so laced1 only much more tightly1 and that the squeeze1 instead of being merely on the instep of one foot1 is on your entire trunk1 compressing to the seeming of death your heart1 your lungs1 and all the rest of your vital and essential organs4 ,i remember the first time they gave me the jacket down in the dungeons4 ,it was at the beginning of my incorrigibility1 shortly after my entrance to prison1 when ,i was weaving my loom-task of a hundred yards a day in the jute mill and finishing two hours ahead of the average day4 ,yes1 and my jute-sacking was far above the average demanded4 ,i was sent to the jacket that first time1 according to the prison books1 because of 8skips0 and 8breaks0 in the cloth1 in short1 because my work was defective4 ,of course this was ridiculous4 ,in truth1 ,i was sent to the jacket because ,i1 a new convict1 a master of efficiency1 a trained expert in the elimination of waste motion1 had elected to tell the stupid head-weaver a few things he did not know about his business4 ,and the head-weaver1 with ,captain ,jamie present1 had me called to the table where atrocious weaving1 such as could never have gone through my loom1 was exhibited against me4 ,three times was ,i thus called to the table4 ,the third calling meant punishment according to the loom-room rules4 ,my punishment was twenty-four hours in the jacket4 ,they took me down into the dungeon4 ,i was ordered to lie face-downward on the canvas spread flat upon the floor4 ,i refused4 ,one of the guards1 ,morrison1 gulleted me with his thumbs4 ,mobins1 the dungeon trusty1 a convict himself1 struck me repeatedly with his fists4 ,in the end ,i lay down as directed4 ,and1 because of the struggle ,i had vexed them with1 they laced me extra tight4 ,then they rolled me over like a log upon my back4 ,it did not seem so bad at first4 ,when they closed my door1 with a clang and clash of levered boltage1 and left me in the utter dark1 it was eleven o'clock in the morning4 ,for a few minutes ,i was aware merely of an uncomfortable constriction which ,i fondly believed would ease as ,i grew accustomed to it4 ,on the contrary1 my heart began to thump and my lungs seemed unable to draw sufficient air for my blood4 ,this sense of suffocation was terrorizing1 and every thump of the heart threatened to burst my already bursting lungs4 ,after what seemed hours1 and after what1 out of my countless succeeding experiences in that jacket ,i can now fairly conclude to have been not more than half an hour1 ,i began to cry out1 to yell1 to scream1 to howl1 in a very madness of dying4 ,the trouble was the pain that had arisen in my heart4 ,it was a sharp1 definite pain1 similar to that of pleurisy1 except that it stabbed hotly through the heart itself4 ,to die is not a difficult thing1 but to die in such slow and horrible fashion was maddening4 ,like a trapped beast of the wild1 ,i experienced ecstasies of fear1 and yelled and howled until ,i realized that such vocal exercise merely stabbed my heart more hotly and at the same time consumed much of the little air in my lungs4 ,i gave over and lay quiet for a long time--an eternity it seemed then though now ,i am confident that it could have been no longer than a quarter of an hour4 ,i grew dizzy with semi-asphyxiation1 and my heart thumped until it seemed surely it would burst the canvas that bound me4 ,again ,i lost control of myself and set up a mad howling for help4 ,in the midst of this ,i heard a voice from the next dungeon4 8,shut up10 it shouted1 though only faintly it percolated to me4 8,shut up4 ,you make me tired40 8,i'm dying10 ,i cried out4 8,pound your ear and forget it10 was the reply4 8,but ,i am dying10 ,i insisted4 8,then why worry80 came the voice4 8,you'll be dead pretty quick an' out of it4 ,go ahead and croak1 but don't make so much noise about it4 ,you're interruptin' my beauty sleep40 ,so angered was ,i by this callous indifference1 that ,i recovered self-control and was guilty of no more than smothered groans4--,from 8,the ,star ,rover40 ,copyrighted by ,the ,macmillan ,co41 ,new ,york1 and used with their kind permission4 ,a ,,son ,,of ,,copper ,,sin ,,by ,,herman ,,whitaker ,within his bull's-hide tepee1 old ,iz-le-roy lay and fed his little fire1 stick by stick4 ,he was sick1 very sick--sick with the sickness which is made up of equal parts of hunger1 old age1 fever and despair4 ,just one week before his tribe had headed up for ,winnipegoos1 where the whitefish may be had for the taking and the moose winter in their yards4 ,but a sick man may not travel the long trail1 so ,iz-le-roy had remained at ,white ,man's ,lake4 ,and ,batiste1 his son1 stayed also4 ,not that it was expected of him1 for1 according to forest law1 the man who cannot hunt had better die2 but ,batiste had talked with the gentle priest of ,ellice1 and had chosen to depart from the custom of his fathers4 ,and things had gone badly1 very badly1 since the tribe had marched4 ,north1 south1 east and west1 the round of the plains1 and through the leafless woods1 the boy had hunted without as much as a jack-rabbit falling to his gun4 ,for two days no food had passed their lips1 and now he was gone forth to do that which ,iz-le-roy had almost rather die than have him do--ask aid of the settlers4 8,yea1 my son10 the old warrior had faltered1 8these be they that stole the prairies of our fathers4 ,yet it may be that ,big ,laugh1 best of an evil brood1 will give us of his store of flour and bacon40 ,so1 after placing a plentiful stock of wood close to the old man's hand1 ,batiste had closed the tepee flap and laced it4 ,at the end of an hour's fast walking1 during which the northern sky grew dark with the threat of still more cruel weather1 he sighted through the drift a spurting column of smoke4 ,the smoke marked the cabin of ,john ,sterling1 and also his present occupation4 ,within1 ,john sat and fired the stove1 while ,avis1 his daughter1 set out the breakfast dishes1 and his wife turned the sizzling bacon in the pan4 8,i declare10 exclaimed the woman1 pausing1 knife in hand1 8if that bread ain't froze solid60 8,cold last night10 commented ,sterling4 8,put it in the oven1 ,mary40 ,as she stooped to obey1 the door quietly opened and ,batiste slipped in4 ,his moose moccasins made no noise1 and he was standing close beside her when she straightened4 ,she jumped and gasped3 8,lor' 'a' mercy6 ,how you do scare one6 ,why don't you knock80 ,batiste stared4 ,it was the custom of his tribe thus to enter a house1 a custom established before jails were built or locks invented4 ,his eye therefore roamed questioningly from one to another until ,sterling asked3 8,what d'ye want1 young fellow80 ,batiste pointed to the frying pan4 8,bakin60 he muttered4 8,the bakin of ,big ,laugh1 ,i want4 ,iz-le-roy sick1 plenty sick4 ,him want flour1 him want ba-kin40 ,the thought of his father's need flashed into his mind1 and realizing the impossibility of expressing himself in ,english1 he broke into a voluble stream of ,cree1 punctuating its rolling gutturals with energetic signs4 ,while he was speaking1 ,avis ceased rattling her dishes4 8,he looks awfully hungry1 dad10 she whispered1 as ,batiste finished4 ,now1 though ,sterling was a large-souled1 generous man1 and jovial--as evidenced by his name of ,big ,laugh--it happened that1 during the past summer1 a roving band of ,sioux had camped hard by and begged him out of patience4 ,that morning1 too1 the threatening weather had spoiled an intended trip to ,russel and touched his temper--of which he had a goodly share4 8,can't help it1 girl10 he snapped4 8,if we feed every hungry ,injun that comes along1 we'll soon be out of house and home4 ,can't do anything for you1 boy40 8,him want ba-kin10 ,batiste said4 8,well1 you can just want40 8,iz-le-roy sick1 him want ba-kin10 the boy pleaded4 ,his persistence irritated ,sterling1 and1 crowding down the better feeling which spoke for the lad1 he sprang up1 threw wide the door1 and shouted3 8,get1 you son of copper sin6 ,get1 now6 ,quick60 8,father60 pleaded the girl4 ,but he took no heed1 and held wide the door4 ,into ,batiste's face flashed surprise1 anger and resentment4 ,surprise1 because he had not believed all the things ,iz-le-roy had told him of the white men1 but had preferred to think them all like ,father ,francis4 ,but now8 ,his father was right4 ,they were all cold and merciless1 their hearts hard as their steel ax-heads1 their tongues sharp as the cutting edge4 ,with head held high he marched through the door1 away from the hot stove1 the steaming coffee1 and the delicious smell of frying bacon1 out into the cold storm4 8,oh1 father60 remonstrated his wife1 as ,sterling closed the door4 8,look here1 ,mary10 he answered testily1 8we fed a whole tribe last summer1 didn't we80 8,but this lad don't belong to them10 she pleaded4 8,all the worse10 he rejoined4 8,do an ,injun a good turn an' he never forgets4 ,give him his breakfast1 an' he totes his tribe along to dinner40 8,well10 sighed the good woman1 8,i'm real sorry40 ,for a few moments both were silent4 ,and presently1 as the man's kindly nature began to triumph over his irritation1 he hitched uneasily in his chair4 ,already he felt ashamed4 ,casting a sheepish glance at his wife1 he rose1 walked to the door1 and looked out4 ,but a wall of whirling white blocked his vision4 ,batiste was gone beyond recall4 8,where's ,avis80 he asked1 returning to the stove4 8,a-vis60 called her mother4 ,but there was no answer4 ,for a moment man and wife stared each other in the eye2 then1 moved by a common impulse1 they walked into the kitchen4 ,there1 on the table1 lay the half of a fresh-cut side of bacon2 the bread-box was open and a crusty loaf missing2 the girl's shawl was gone from its peg and her overshoes from their corner4 8,good ,god60 gasped the settler4 8,the child's gone after him60 ,they knew the risk4 ,all the morning the storm had been brewing1 and now it thundered by1 a veritable blizzard4 ,the blizzard6 ,king of storms6 ,it compels the settler to string a wire from house to stables1 it sets men to circling in the snow1 it catches little children coming home from school and buries them in its monstrous drifts4 ,without another word ,sterling wound a scarf about his neck1 grabbed his badger mitts1 and rushed outside4 ,when ,avis softly closed the kitchen door she could just see ,batiste rounding a bluff that lay a furlong west of her father's stables4 ,she started after him2 but by the time she had covered half the distance a sea of white swept in between and blotted him from view4 ,she struggled on1 and on1 and still on1 until1 in spite of the seventy degrees of frost1 the perspiration burst from every pore and the scud melted on her glowing face4 ,this was well enough--so long as she kept moving2 but when the time came that she must stop1 she would freeze all the quicker for her present warmth4 ,this1 being born and bred of the prairie1 ,avis knew1 and the knowledge kept her toiling1 toiling on1 until her tired legs and leaden feet compelled a pause in the shelter of a bluff4 ,she was hungry1 too4 ,all this time she carried the bread and meat1 and now1 unconscious of a pair of slant eyes which glared from a willow thicket1 she broke the loaf and began to eat4 ,while she ate1 the green lights in the eyes flared brighter1 a long red tongue licked the drool from grinning jaws1 and forth from his covert stole a lank1 gray wolf4 ,avis uttered a startled cry4 ,this was no coyote1 to be chased with a stick1 but a wolf of timber stock1 a great beast1 heavy1 prick-eared1 strong as a mastiff4 ,his nose puckered in a wicked snarl as he slunk in half-circles across her front4 ,he was undecided4 ,so1 while he circled1 trying to make up his mind1 drawing a little nearer at every turn1 ,avis fell back--back towards the bluff1 keeping her white face always to the creeping beast4 ,it was a small bluff1 lacking a tree large enough to climb1 but sufficient for her purpose4 ,on its edge she paused1 threw the bacon to the wolf1 and then ran desperately4 ,once clear of the scrub1 she ran on1 plunging through drifts1 stumbling1 falling1 to rise again and push her flight4 ,of direction she took no heed2 her only thought was to place distance between herself and the red-mouthed brute4 ,but when1 weary and breathless1 she paused for rest1 out of the drab drift stole the lank1 gray shadow4 ,the brute crouched a few yards away1 licking his sinful lips1 winking his devil eyes4 ,she still had the loaf4 ,as she threw it1 the wolf sprang and snapped it in mid-air4 ,then she ran1 and ran1 and ran1 as the tired doe runs from the hounds4 ,for what seemed to her an interminable time1 though it was less than five minutes1 she held on2 then stopped1 spent1 unable to take another step4 ,looking back1 she saw nothing of the wolf2 but just when she began to move slowly forward1 thinking he had given up the chase1 a gray shape loomed right ahead4 ,uttering a bitter cry1 she turned once more1 tottered a few steps1 and fainted4 ,as1 wildly calling his daughter's name1 ,sterling rushed by his stables1 the wind smote him with tremendous power4 ,like a living thing it buffeted him about the ears1 tore at his breath1 poured over him an avalanche of snow4 ,still he pressed on and gained the bluff which ,avis missed4 ,as he paused to draw a free breath1 his eye picked out a fresh-made track4 ,full of a sudden hope1 he shouted4 ,a voice answered1 and as he rushed eagerly forward a dark figure came through the drift to meet him4 ,it was ,batiste4 8,what do you want80 he asked4 ,sterling was cruelly disappointed1 but he answered quickly3 8,you see my girl8 ,yes1 my girl10 he repeated1 noting the lad's look of wonder4 8,young white squaw1 you see um80 8,mooniah papoose80 queried ,batiste4 8,yes1 yes6 ,she follow you4 ,want give you bread1 want give you bacon4 ,all gone1 all lost60 ,sterling finished with a despairing gesture4 8,squaw marche to me8 ,ba-kin for me80 questioned ,batiste4 8,yes1 yes60 cried ,sterling1 in a flurry of impatience4 8,i find um10 he said1 softly4 ,briefly ,batiste laid down his plan1 eking out his scanty ,english with vivid signs4 ,in snow1 the white man rolls along like a clumsy buffalo1 planting his feet far out to the right and left4 ,and because his right leg steps a little further than the left1 he always1 when lost1 travels in a circle4 ,wherefore ,batiste indicated that they should move along parallel lines1 just shouting distance apart1 so as to cover the largest possible ground4 8,young squaw marche slow4 ,she there60 ,he pointed north and east with a gesture4 8,yes1 there60 ,batiste paused until ,sterling got his distance2 then1 keeping the wind slanting to his left cheek1 he moved off north and east4 ,ever and anon he stopped to give forth a piercing yell4 ,if ,sterling answered1 he moved on2 if not--as happened twice--he traveled in his direction until they were once more in touch4 ,and so1 shouting and yelling1 they bore off north and east for a long half-hour4 ,after that1 ,batiste began to throw his cries both east and west1 for he judged that they must be closing on the girl4 ,and suddenly1 from the north1 came a weird1 tremulous answer4 ,he started1 and throwing up his head1 emitted the wolf's long howl4 ,leaning forward1 he waited--his very soul in his ears--until1 shrill yet deep-chested and quivering with ferocity1 came back the answering howl4 ,no coyote gave forth that cry1 and ,batiste knew it4 8,timber wolf60 he muttered4 ,turning due north1 he gave the settler a warning yell1 then sped like a hunted deer in the direction of the cry4 ,he ran with the long1 lithe lope which tires down even the swift elk1 and in five minutes covered nearly a mile4 ,once more he gave forth the wolf howl4 ,an answer came close by1 but as he sprang forward it ended with a frightened yelp4 ,through a break in the drift he spied a moving figure2 then a swirl swept in and blotted it from view4 ,but he had seen the girl4 ,a dozen leaps and he was close upon her4 ,just as he opened his mouth to speak1 she screamed and plunged headlong4 ,when consciousness returned1 ,avis was lying on her own bed4 ,her mother bent over her2 ,sterling stood near by4 ,all around were the familiar things of life1 but her mind still retained a vivid picture of her flight1 and she sprang up screaming3 8,the wolf2 oh1 the wolf60 8,hush1 dearie10 her mother soothed4 8,it wasn't a wolf1 but just the ,cree boy40 ,batiste had told how she screamed at the sight of his gray1 snow-covered blanket1 and the cry had carried even to her father4 ,but when she recovered sufficiently to tell her story1 the father shuddered and the mother exclaimed3 8,john1 we owe that boy more than we can ever pay60 8,we do60 he fervently agreed4 ,just then the latch of the other door clicked1 and a cold blast streamed into the bedroom4 ,jumping up1 the mother cried3 8,run1 ,john2 he's going60 8,here1 young fellow60 shouted the settler4 ,batiste paused in the doorway1 his hand on the latch1 his slight body silhouetted against the white of the storm4 8,where you going1 boy80 8,to ,iz-le-roy10 he answered4 8,him sick4 ,bezhou60 ,sterling strode forward and caught him by the shoulder4 8,no1 you don't10 he said1 8not that way40 ,then1 turning1 he called into the bedroom3 8,here1 mother6 ,get out all your wraps while ,i hitch the ponies4 ,and fix up our best bed for a sick man40--,from 8,the ,probationer10 copyright and used by the kind permission of author and publishers1 ,harper ,brothers1 ,new ,york4 ,,sombre#g ,,by ,,william ,,wetmore ,,story ,long golden beams from the setting sun swept over the plains of ,andalusia1 and fell upon the ,geralda tower of the great cathedral of ,sevilla1 many miles in the distance4 ,in their path they illumined a stretch of vast pastures enclosed by whitened stone walls1 and dotted with magnificent cattle4 ,in a far corner of one of the enclosures the figure of a young girl passed through an arched stone gateway4 ,as she paused to look upon the scattered groups of grazing beasts1 the level rays played in lights and shadows upon the waving masses of dark chestnut hair1 richly health-tinted young face1 creamy neck1 and large1 lustrous eyes now painfully dry1 as if tears were exhausted4 ,she gazed from group to group1 calling eagerly1 8,sombre6 ,sombre60 ,a pair of long1 gleaming horns rose abruptly amid the browsing herd1 and a magnificent bull came towards her at a brisk trot4 ,the sunbeams glinted upon his dark coat as it swelled and sank under the play of powerful muscles4 ,his neck and shoulders were leonine in massive strength1 the legs and hind-quarters as sleek and symmetrical as those of a race-horse1 but his ferociousness was held in check by that devoted love dumb animals express for those who love them4 ,in a moment the young girl's white arms were thrown around the animal's dusky neck1 and her cheek was lain against the silken skin4 8,oh1 ,sombre60 she murmured1 8do you know what they are going to do with you8 ,papa wants to send you to the ,plaza de ,toros6 ,i have begged him in vain to spare you4 ,does he think after ,anita has brought you from a tiny calf to be such a beautiful1 dear toro that she can give you to the cruel matador to be tortured1 made crazy and killed80 ,she was sobbing bitterly1 and the devoted beast was striving vainly to turn his head far enough to lick the fair neck bending down upon his4 ,presently the sobbing ceased1 and she stroked the strong shoulders with her small hand4 8,never fear1 ,sombre1 if they take you to ,sevilla ,anita will find a way to save you6 ,now1 say good night40 ,sombre thrust out his huge tongue and licked the little hand and arms4 ,then she bent forward and kissed him on the frowning1 furry forehead and departed4 ,anita's path homeward lay through another field where a herd of cattle were being driven4 ,a young herdsman1 riding a strong horse at a brisk canter1 saw the young girl enter from the adjoining pasture4 ,with joyful exclamation in ,english he rode towards her calling1 8,anita1 have you seen the posters80 ,waiting until he reached her side1 with bated breath she asked1 8,is--is ,sombre advertised80 8,yes1 on the outer gateway4 ,but here1 ,i have a poster in my pocket40 ,plaza de ,toros de ,sevilla ,may #ag4 ,anniversary of the ,king's ,birthday1 ,six ,bulls to be killed1 ,the two magnificent brother bulls ,sol and ,sombre1 and others very ferocious1 against ,the intrepid ,matadores1 ,lariato1 the ,american1 and ,amador1 of ,sevilla4 8,it is cruel of them1 cruel6 7,reading7 #8,lariato1 the ,american4' ,why1 that is yourself6 ,you will spare him6 ,you will spare my ,sombre60 8,they do not permit me to fight ,don ,alonzo's bulls1 for ,i raise them and they would not fight me4 ,amador will fight ,sombre40 8,no1 no6 ,you must fight ,sombre4 ,that wicked ,amador will kill him60 8,but so would ,i1 ,anita1 or be killed by him60 ,anita was silent for a time2 suddenly she exclaimed3 8,orlando1 do you love me well enough to put faith in a promise which will seem impossible of fulfillment80 8,god knows ,i do60 8,then listen2 if ,sombre goes to the ,plaza de ,toros1 you must fight him and spare him even though they hiss and jeer at you40 8,death is easier4 ,perhaps the managers will let me fight him1 for you have raised him1 and ,i can tell them that ,i have scarcely seen him4 ,i will fight him1 ,anita1 and for your sake ,i will let him kill me60 8,no1 no1 ,orlando1 for this is my promise1 even in the last extremity ,sombre shall not harm you60 8,and then1 ,anita60 8,then ,i will leave my father's house and go with you4 ,we will buy ,sombre and go to those plains in your country you love so to tell about4 ,you will become a ranch hero1 and ,sombre shall be the patriarch of our herd60 8,i have tried that once and failed60 8,ah1 but you had neither ,sombre nor ,anita then60 ,and waving him a kiss she ran off across the field4 ,on the #agth of ,may1 in the ,plaza de ,toros1 there was a murmur from thousands of throats like the magnified hum of bees4 ,amador of ,sevilla had killed several bulls and now there was a short intermission4 ,in a stall of the lowest tier sat ,anita alone4 ,presently a band of music began a stately march1 and under a high stone archway a long procession advanced4 ,first1 gaudily caparisoned picadors on blindfolded studs1 two by two1 separated and came to a halt1 facing the center1 with long lances abreast4 ,then red-coated toreadors carrying long barbs1 with brilliant streamers of ribbon1 grouped themselves near the heavy closed doors of the bull-pen2 finally1 the capeadors in yellow satin1 carrying flaming red capes on their arms1 filed around like the mounted picadors and stood between their studs4 ,the music ceased1 the murmur of voices died away1 and the gates of the bull-pen were thrown open4 ,at a quick trot1 a great black bull dashed in1 receiving in his shoulders as he passed the toreador's two short barbs4 ,anita gripped her chair and gasped1 8,sombre60 ,coming from a darkened pen1 ,sombre had trotted eagerly forward1 expecting to find himself once more in his loved pastures1 but he paused1 bewildered in the glare of light4 ,hither and thither he turned in nervous abruptness1 his head raised high1 his tail slowly lashing his flanks4 ,then he lowered his grand head and sniffed the earth1 and then he smelled fresh1 warm blood1 the blood of his own kind4 ,with gathering rage he lowered his keen horns close to the ground and gave a deep1 hoarse bellow of defiance1 flinging clod after clod with his forefeet high above his back4 ,then there flaunted toward him a red object at which he charged1 but it swept aside1 and a new sting of pain was felt in his neck1 and warm blood was trickling over his glossy skin4 ,again and again he charged1 but each time the red thing vanished and there was more pain1 more torturing barbs that maddened him4 ,presently a horseman advanced with lowered spear4 ,surely horse and rider could not vanish4 ,ah1 no6 ,sombre found that it was not intended that they should4 ,rushing upon them he struck them with such a blow that they were forced backwards twenty feet and both gave a scream of pain4 ,the picador was dragged away with a broken leg1 and the horse lay lifeless1 for ,sombre's horn had pierced its heart4 ,instantly a great cry went up from that crater of humanity1 8,bravo6 ,bravo1 ,toro6 ,bravo1 ,sombre60 ,more than once he earned that grand applause1 then his tormentors disappeared and through one of the archways advanced a young man tall and athletic4 ,on his left arm hung a scarlet mantle1 and in his right hand he carried a long1 keen sword4 ,passing under the archway1 the matador swept his sword in military salute1 then with lowered point he stepped into the arena and faced his antagonist4 ,upon all fell an awful silence1 for ,lariato and ,sombre were met in a struggle to the death6 ,for a time the combatants stood motionless1 eyeing each other intently4 ,then came stealthy movements1 hither and thither1 then thundering1 desperate charges1 and graceful1 hair-breadth escapes4 ,at last in one great charge1 ,sombre's horn tore the mantle from ,lariato's arm and carrying it half around the ring1 as a flaming banner1 the bull ground and trampled it in the dust4 ,a slight hissing was heard in the audience which turned to thundering applause when ,lariato contemptuously refused a new mantle6 ,the audience became breathless1 the man alone was now the mad beast's target6 ,sombre1 dripping with blood and perspiration1 his flanks swelling and falling in his great gasps for breath1 his eyes half blinded by the dust and glare of the arena1 gave the matador one brief glance1 then with head low down1 charged upon him4 ,lariato's long keen blade was lowered confidently to its death-dealing slant4 ,just as the murderous sword-point seemed about to sink through the bull's shoulders1 into his very heart1 a despairing woman's cry reached the matador's ears4 ,then a mighty hiss1 interspersed with hoots and jeers1 went up from the exasperated spectators1 for the bull thundered on1 with the sword scarcely penetrating the tough muscles1 standing upright between his shoulders1 while ,lariato stood disarmed4 ,coming to a standstill far beyond his antagonist1 ,sombre shook his huge neck and the sword spun high into the air and fell toward the center of the ring4 ,lariato took several steps toward it1 but tottered and fell upon the ground in a swoon1 for he had been severely bruised4 ,with an exultant roar1 the bull rushed back to complete his victory2 the hissing and the hooting was hushed1 and groans of horror filled the air4 ,suddenly1 just as the animal had gained full headway in his murderous charge1 a slight1 white figure glided into the ring1 and a clear voice cried 8,sombre60 ,at the sound of that voice1 the charging beast came strainingly to a halt1 threw up his head1 and gazed eagerly about1 then turned and rushed toward the girl6 ,capeadors hurried forward flaunting their red capes1 but she waved them back4 8,go back6 ,you shall torment him no more1 my poor1 tortured1 wounded ,sombre60 ,in a moment the great beast was beside her1 licking her dress and arms and hands4 ,as she deftly extricated the barbs from his neck and shoulders1 the thousands of throats around them shrieked out a vast pandemonium of bravos4 ,blood was covering her hands and staining her dress1 but ,anita was blind to it4 ,meanwhile ,lariato had struggled to his feet and hurried towards her4 8,god bless you10 he was saying1 but she pushed past him with a glad smile1 saying1 8,wait1 ,i have something to say to them60 ,standing in the middle of the ring1 ,anita waited for silence4 ,delaying until not a sound was heard1 she said in a clear voice that reached every ear3 8,jeer not at ,lariato2 he spared my pet1 my ,sombre1 because he loved me40 ,no matador ever gained such applause as followed4 ,bouquets1 sombreros1 scarfs1 and full purses showered into the ring1 and as that strange group stood facing the ovation1 8,bravo1 ,lariato1 ,bravo1 la ,seorita de ,toros1 ,bravo1 ,sombre60 rang out and rechoed over the distant housetops4 ,a ,,combat ,,in ,,the ,,arena ,,by ,,george ,,croly ,a portal of the arena opened1 and the combatant1 with a mantle thrown over his face and figure1 was led into the surroundery4 ,the lion roared and ramped against the bars of his den at the sight4 ,the guard put a sword and buckler into the hands of the ,christian1 and he was left alone4 ,he drew the mantle from his face1 and bent a slow and firm look around the amphitheater4 ,his fine countenance and lofty bearing raised a universal shout of admiration4 ,he might have stood for an ,apollo encountering the ,python4 ,his eyes at last turned on mine4 ,could ,i believe my senses8 ,constantius was before me4 ,all my rancour vanished4 ,an hour past1 ,i could have struck the betrayer of the heart--,i could have called on the severest vengeance of man and heaven to smite the destroyer of my child4 ,but to see him hopelessly doomed1 the man whom ,i had honored for his noble qualities1 whom ,i had even loved1 whose crime was1 at the worst1 but the crime of giving way to the strongest temptation that can bewilder the heart of man2 to see the noble creature flung to the savage beast1 dying in tortures1 torn piecemeal before my eyes1 and his misery wrought by me1 ,i would have supplicated earth and heaven to save him4 ,but my tongue cleaved to the roof of my mouth4 ,my limbs refused to stir4 ,i would have thrown myself at the feet of ,nero2 but ,i sat like a man of stone--pale--paralyzed--the beating of my pulse stopped--my eyes alone alive4 ,the gate of the den was thrown back1 and the lion rushed in with a roar and a bound that bore him half across the arena4 ,i saw the sword glitter in the air2 when it waved again1 it was covered with blood4 ,a howl told that the blow had been driven home4 ,the lion1 one of the largest of ,numidia1 and made furious by thirst and hunger1 an animal of prodigious power1 crouched for an instant1 as if to make sure of his prey1 crept a few paces onward1 and sprang at the victim's throat4 ,he was met by a second wound1 but his impulse was irresistible4 ,a cry of natural horror rang round the amphitheater4 ,the struggle was now for an instant1 life or death4 ,they rolled over each other2 the lion1 reared upon his hind feet with gnashing teeth and distended talons1 plunged on the man2 again they rose together4 ,anxiety was now at its wildest height4 ,the sword now swung round the ,christian's head in bloody circles4 ,they fell again1 covered with blood and dust4 ,the hand of ,constantius had grasped the lion's mane1 and the furious bounds of the monster could not lose his hold2 but his strength was evidently giving way--he still struck his terrible blows1 but each was weaker than the one before2 till1 collecting his whole force for a last effort1 he darted one mighty blow into the lion's throat and sank4 ,the savage beast yelled1 and spouting out blood1 fled howling around the arena4 ,but the hand still grasped the mane1 and the conqueror was dragged whirling through the dust at his heels4 ,a universal outcry now arose to save him1 if he were not already dead4 ,but the lion1 though bleeding from every vein1 was still too terrible1 and all shrank from the hazard4 ,at last1 the grasp gave way1 and the body lay motionless on the ground4 ,what happened for some moments after1 ,i know not4 ,there was a struggle at the portal2 a female forced her way through the guards1 rushed in alone1 and flung herself upon the victim4 ,the sight of a new prey roused the lion2 he tore the ground with his talons2 he lashed his streaming sides with his tail2 he lifted up his mane and bared his fangs4 ,but his approaching was no longer with a bound2 he dreaded the sword1 and came sniffing the blood on the sand1 and stealing round the body in circuits still diminishing4 ,the confusion in the vast assemblage was now extreme4 ,voices innumerable called for aid4 ,women screamed and fainted1 men burst into indignant clamors at this prolonged cruelty4 ,even the hard hearts of the populace1 accustomed as they were to the sacrifice of life1 were roused to honest curses4 ,the guards grasped their arms1 and waited but for a sign from the emperor4 ,but ,nero gave no sign4 ,i looked upon the woman's face2 it was ,salome6 ,i sprang upon my feet4 ,i called on her name2 called on her1 by every feeling of nature1 to fly from that place of death1 to come to my arms1 to think of the agonies of all that loved her4 ,she had raised the head of ,constantius on her knee1 and was wiping the pale visage with her hair4 ,at the sound of my voice1 she looked up1 and1 calmly casting back the locks from her forehead1 fixed her eyes upon me4 ,she still knelt2 one hand supported the head--with the other she pointed to it as her only answer4 ,i again adjured her4 ,there was the silence of death among the thousands around me4 ,a fire dashed into her eye--her cheek burned--she waved her hand with an air of superb sorrow4 8,i am come to die10 she uttered1 in a lofty tone4 8,this bleeding body was my husband--,i have no father4 ,the world contains to me but this clay in my arms4 ,yet10 and she kissed the ashy lips before her1 8yet1 my ,constantius1 it was to save that father that your generous heart defied the peril of this hour4 ,it was to redeem him from the hand of evil that you abandoned your quiet home6--,yes1 cruel father1 here lies the noble being that threw open your dungeon1 that led you safe through the conflagration1 that1 to the last moment of his liberty1 only sought how he might preserve and protect you40 ,tears at length fell in floods from her eyes4 8,but10 said she1 in tones of wild power1 8he was betrayed1 and may the ,power whose thunders avenge the cause of his people1 pour down just retribution upon the head that dared--0 ,i heard my own condemnation about to be pronounced by the lips of my own child4 ,wound up to the last degree of suffering1 ,i tore my hair1 leaped upon the bars before me1 and plunged into the arena by her side4 ,the height stunned me2 ,i tottered a few paces and fell4 ,the lion gave a roar and sprang upon me4 ,i lay helpless under him1 ,i heard the gnashing of his white fangs above me4 ,an exulting shout arose4 ,i saw him reel as if struck--gore filled his jaws4 ,another mighty blow was driven to his heart4 ,he sprang high in the air with a howl4 ,he dropped2 he was dead4 ,the amphitheater thundered with acclamations4 ,with ,salome clinging to my bosom1 ,constantius raised me from the ground--the roar of the lion had roused him from his swoon1 and two blows saved me4 ,the falchion had broken in the heart of the monster4 ,the whole multitude stood up1 supplicating for our lives in the name of filial piety and heroism4 ,nero1 devil as he was1 dared not resist the strength of popular feeling4 ,he waved a signal to the guards2 the portal was opened1 and my children1 sustaining my feeble steps1 showered with garlands and ornaments from innumerable hands1 slowly led me from the arena4 ,,kaweah',s ,,run ,,by ,,clarence ,,king ,as ,i walked over to see ,kaweah at the corral1 ,i glanced down the river1 and saw1 perhaps a quarter of a mile below1 two horsemen ride down our bank1 spur their horses into the stream1 swim to the other side1 and struggle up a steep bank1 disappearing among bunches of cottonwood trees near the river4 ,they were ,spaniards--the same who had swum ,king's ,river the afternoon before1 and1 as it flashed on me finally1 the two whom ,i had studied so attentively at ,visalia4 ,then ,i at once saw their purpose was to waylay me1 and made up my mind to give them a lively run4 ,i decided to strike across1 and jumping into the saddle threw ,kaweah into a sharp trot4 ,i glanced at my girth and then at the bright copper upon my pistol1 and settled myself firmly4 ,by this time ,i had regained the road1 which lay before me traced over the blank1 objectless plain in vanishing perspective4 ,fifteen miles lay between me and a station2 ,kaweah and pistol were my only defense1 yet at that moment ,i felt a thrill of pleasure1 a wild moment of inspiration1 almost worth the danger to experience4 ,i glanced over my shoulder and found that the ,spaniards were crowding their horses to their fullest speed2 their hoofs1 rattling on the dry plain1 were accompanied by inarticulate noises1 like the cries of bloodhounds4 ,kaweah comprehended the situation4 ,i could feel his grand legs gather under me1 and the iron muscles contract with excitement2 he tugged at the bit1 shook his bridle-chains1 and flung himself impatiently into the air4 ,it flashed upon me that perhaps they had confederates concealed in some ditch far in advance of me1 and that the plan was to crowd me through at fullest speed1 giving up the chase to new men and fresh horses2 and ,i resolved to save ,kaweah to the utmost1 and only allow him a speed which should keep me out of gunshot4 ,so ,i held him firmly1 and reserved my spur for the last emergency4 ,still we fairly flew over the plain1 and ,i said to myself1 as the clatter of hoofs and din of my pursuers rang in my ears now and then1 as the freshening breeze hurried it forward1 that1 if those brutes got me1 there was nothing in blood and brains2 for ,kaweah was a prince beside their mustangs1 and ,i ought to be worth two villains4 ,for the first twenty minutes the road was hard and smooth and level2 after that gentle1 shallow undulations began1 and at last1 at brief intervals1 were sharp1 narrow arroyos 7ditches eight or nine feet wide74 ,i reined ,kaweah in1 and brought him up sharply on their bottoms1 giving him the bit to spring up on the other side2 but he quickly taught me better1 and1 gathering1 took them easily1 without my feeling it in his stride4 ,the hot sun had arisen4 ,i saw with anxiety that the tremendous speed began to tell painfully on ,kaweah4 ,foam tinged with blood fell from his mouth1 and sweat rolled in streams from his whole body1 and now and then he drew a deep-heaving breath4 ,i leaned down and felt of the cinch to see if it had slipped forward1 but1 as ,i had saddled him with great care1 it kept its true place1 so ,i had only to fear the greasers behind1 or a new relay ahead4 ,i was conscious of plenty of reserved speed in ,kaweah1 whose powerful run was already distancing their fatigued mustangs4 ,as we bounded down a roll of the plain1 a cloud of dust sprang from a ravine directly in front of me1 and two black objects lifted themselves in the sand4 ,i drew my pistol1 cocked it1 whirled ,kaweah to the left1 plunging by them and clearing by about six feet2 a thrill of relief came as ,i saw the long1 white horns of ,spanish cattle gleam above the dust4 ,unconsciously ,i restrained ,kaweah too much1 and in a moment the ,spaniards were crowding down upon me at a fearful rate4 ,on they came1 the crash of their spurs and the clatter of their horses distinctly heard2 and as ,i had so often compared the beats of chronometers1 ,i unconsciously noted that while ,kaweah's1 although painful1 yet came with regular power1 the mustangs' respiration was quick1 spasmodic1 and irregular4 ,i compared the intervals of the two mustangs1 and found that one breathed better than the other1 and then1 upon counting the best mustang with ,kaweah1 found that he breathed nine breaths to ,kaweah's seven4 ,in two or three minutes ,i tried it again1 finding the relation ten to seven2 then ,i felt the victory1 and ,i yelled to ,kaweah4 ,the thin ears shot flat back upon his neck2 lower and lower he lay down to his run4 ,i flung him a loose rein1 and gave him a friendly pat on the withers4 ,it was a glorious burst of speed2 the wind rushed by and the plain swept under us with dizzying swiftness4 ,i shouted again1 and the thing of nervous life under me bounded on wilder and faster1 till ,i could feel his spine thrill as with shocks from a battery4 ,i managed to look round--a delicate matter of speed--and saw1 far behind1 the distanced villains1 both dismounted1 and one horse fallen4 ,in an instant ,i drew ,kaweah into a gentle trot1 looking around every moment1 lest they should come on me unawares4 ,in a half-mile ,i reached the station1 and ,i was cautiously greeted by a man who sat by the barn door1 with a rifle across his knees4 ,he had seen me come over the plain1 and had also seen the ,spanish horse fall4 ,not knowing but he might be in league with the robbers1 ,i gave him a careful glance before dismounting and was completely reassured by an expression of terror which had possession of his countenance4 ,i sprang to the ground and threw off the saddle1 and after a word or two with the man1 who proved to be the sole occupant of this station1 we fell to work together upon ,kaweah1 my cocked pistol and his rifle lying close at hand4 ,we sponged the creature's mouth1 and1 throwing a sheet over him1 walked him regularly up and down for about three-quarters of an hour1 and then taking him upon the open plain1 where we could scan the horizon in all directions1 gave him a thorough grooming4 ,i never saw him look so magnificently as when we led him down to the creek to drink3 his skin was like satin1 and the veins of his head and neck stood out firm and round like whip-cords4--,from 8,mountaineering in the ,sierra ,nevada40 ,copyright and used by kind permission of the publishers1 ,chas4 ,scribner's ,sons1 ,new ,york4 ,a ,,hero ,,of ,,the ,,furnace-,,room ,,anonymous ,the duty of the boiler-makers on warships is of the most dangerous nature4 ,in action1 between actions1 and out of action the repairs that they are called upon at a moment's notice to effect are sufficient to send a chill of fear through the hearts of most men4 ,they will creep right inside a boiler or furnace which had but a few moments before been full of boiling liquid or hot coals4 ,they will screw up nuts and fasten bolts or repair leaking pipes or joints in places that other men would consider impossible to approach4 ,while the ship's big guns are making the vessel tremble1 and the enemy's shells are bursting in every direction1 these men1 with positively reckless fearlessness1 will venture down into the bowels of the fighting ship1 amid roaring machinery1 hissing steam1 and flaming fires1 to rectify an accident which1 unrepaired1 might send the ship and all her human freight to the bottom more easily and more surely and more quickly than shell or shot from the best guns of the enemy4 ,these men are heroes4 ,the ,castine1 when she went to work to batter the walls of ,san ,juan1 carried on board three of these boiler-makers1 ,fish1 another1 and one ,huntley1 of ,norfolk1 ,virginia4 ,the ,castine went into action under full steam1 her triple screws revolving at the fullest speed1 and her battery of eight guns started her quivering with excitement and the fierce delight of battle4 ,the furnaces were heated almost to white heat1 and the forced draught was urging the flames to greater heat1 the boiling water to the higher production of steam1 the engines to increasing revolutions4 ,suddenly1 without expectation1 without warning1 far down in the furnace hole1 unheard by officer or man1 amid the din of battle1 the thundering reverberations of exploding gun-powder1 there arose a fierce hissing noise right inside one of the furnaces2 and all those who heard it trembled as no guns or shot or shell had power to make them tremble4 ,a socket bolt in the back connection at the very farthest interior extremity of the furnace had become loose4 ,a leak had been sprung2 the steam was pouring in upon the fire1 threatening in a few moments to put it out and stop the progress of the ship if it did not have the more awful effect of causing a terrible explosion and annihilation6 ,the faces of the men below1 in that moment of terrible suspense1 blanched beneath the grime that covered them4 ,none knew what to do save to wait the awful coming of the shock they knew must come4 ,none8 ,nay1 but there was one6 ,the first to pull himself together1 the first to whom returned the fear-driven senses1 was boiler-maker ,huntley4 ,his name does not appear on the navy list4 ,even his first name was unknown to his confrre1 ,fish4 ,only boiler-maker ,huntley1 of ,norfolk1 ,virginia4 ,but that is enough1 and the annals of fame whenever and wherever the story of the ,united ,states and her navy is told4 ,one instant of startled horror--then1 without hesitation1 without trepidation1 with stern-set jaws and fierce1 devoted determination on every line of face and form-- 8,turn off the forced draught60 he cried4 8,goodness1 ,huntley1 what are you going to do80 8,bank the fire6 ,quick60 8,it's certain death60 8,for one--unless1 for all6 ,turn off the draught6 ,bank the fire60 ,the orders were carried out feverishly4 8,now a plank60 ,and before they could stop him this hero had flung the plank into the furnace1 right on top of the black coal with which it was banked1 and had himself climbed and crawled over the ragged mass1 far back to where the steam was rushing like some hissing devil from the loosened socket4 ,for three minutes he remained inside that fearful place1 and then the work was done--the ship was saved--and his friends drew him out at the door4 ,the forced draught went to its work again1 and in an instant the furnace was once more raging4 ,but what of ,huntley8 ,scorched1 scalded1 insensible1 well-nigh dead1 he lay upon the iron floor of the furnace room1 while around him stood his mates dousing him with water1 and using every known means for his resuscitation4 ,he did not die1 but when once more he opened his eyes1 and was able to be carefully lifted into daylight1 there arose such cheers from the throats of those dirty1 grimy mates as never greeted taking of city or sinking of fleet4 ,the story is briefly chronicled in the log of the ,castine1 and ,huntley simply claims that he 8did his duty40 ,but while the ,united ,states remains a nation2 so long as the banner bearing the silver stars on the field of blue1 above alternate stripes of red and white1 remains the symbol of purity1 bravery1 and patriotism to ,american hearts the whole world over2 so long1 when her heroes are spoken of1 one name should never be omitted--that of ,boiler-maker ,huntley1 of ,norfolk1 ,virginia4--,from ,the ,toledo ,blade4 ,,the ,,death ,,in ,,the ,,wheat ,,by ,,frank ,,norris ,s4 ,behrman soon discovered his elevator4 ,it was the largest structure discernible1 and upon its red roof1 in enormous white letters1 was his own name4 ,thither1 between piles of grain bags1 halted drays1 crates and boxes of merchandise1 with an occasional pyramid of salmon cases1 ,s4 ,behrman took his way4 ,cabled to the dock1 close under his elevator1 lay a great ship with lofty masts and great spars4 ,her stern was toward him as he approached1 and upon it1 in raised golden letters1 he could read the words1 8,swanhilda--,liverpool40 ,he went aboard by a very steep gangway and found the mate on the quarter deck4 ,s4 ,behrman introduced himself4 8,well10 he added1 8how are you getting on80 8,very fairly1 sir10 returned the mate1 who was an ,englishman4 8,we'll have her all snugged down tight by this time day after to-morrow4 ,it's a great saving of time shunting the stuff in her like that1 and three men can do the work of seven40 8,i'll have a look 'round1 ,i believe10 returned ,s4 ,behrman4 8,right-o10 answered the mate with a nod4 ,s4 ,behrman went forward to the hatch that opened down into the vast hold of the ship4 ,a great iron chute connected this hatch with the elevator1 and through it was rushing a veritable cataract of wheat4 ,it came from some gigantic bin within the elevator itself1 rushing down the confines of the chute to plunge into the roomy1 gloomy interior of the hold with an incessant1 metallic roar1 persistent1 steady1 inevitable4 ,no men were in sight4 ,the place was deserted4 ,no human agency seemed to be back of the movement of the wheat4 ,rather1 the grain seemed impelled with a force of its own1 a resistless1 huge force1 eager1 vivid1 impatient for the sea4 ,s4 ,behrman stood watching1 his ears deafened with the roar of the hard grains against the metallic lining of the chute4 ,he put his hand once into the rushing tide1 and the contact rasped the flesh of his fingers and like an undertow drew his hand after it in its impetuous dash4 ,cautiously he peered down into the hold4 ,a musty odor rose to his nostrils1 the vigorous1 pungent aroma of the raw cereal4 ,it was dark4 ,he could see nothing2 but all about and over the opening of the hatch the air was full of a fine1 impalpable dust that blinded the eyes and choked the throat and nostrils4 ,as his eyes became used to the shadows of the cavern below him1 he began to distinguish the gray mass of the wheat1 a great expanse1 almost liquid in its texture1 which1 as the cataract from above plunged into it1 moved and shifted in long1 slow eddies4 ,as he stood there1 this cataract on a sudden increased in volume4 ,he turned about1 casting his eyes upward toward the elevator to discover the cause4 ,his foot caught in a coil of rope1 and he fell headforemost into the hold4 ,the fall was a long one and he struck the surface of the wheat with the sodden impact of a bundle of damp clothes4 ,for the moment he was stunned4 ,all the breath was driven from his body4 ,he could neither move nor cry out4 ,but1 by degrees1 his wits steadied themselves and his breath returned to him4 ,he looked about and above him4 ,the daylight in the hold was dimmed and clouded by the thick chaff-dust thrown off by the pour of grain1 and even this dimness dwindled to twilight at a short distance from the opening of the hatch1 while the remotest quarters were lost in impenetrable blackness4 ,he got upon his feet only to find he sunk ankle deep in the loose packed mass underfoot4 8,hell10 he muttered1 8here's a fix40 ,directly underneath the chute1 the wheat1 as it poured in1 raised itself in a conical mound1 but from the sides of this mound it shunted away incessantly in thick layers1 flowing in all directions with the nimbleness of water4 ,even as ,s4 ,behrman spoke1 a wave of grain poured around his legs and rose rapidly to the level of his knees4 ,he stepped quickly back4 ,to stay near the chute would soon bury him to the waist4 ,no doubt1 there was some other exit from the hold1 some companion ladder that led up to the deck4 ,he scuffled and waddled across the wheat1 groping in the dark with outstretched hands4 ,with every inhalation he choked1 filling his mouth and nostrils more with dust than with air4 ,at times he could not breathe at all1 but gagged and gasped1 his lips distended4 ,but search as he would1 he could find no outlet to the hold1 no stairway1 no companion ladder4 ,again and again1 staggering along in the black darkness1 he bruised his knuckles and forehead against the iron sides of the ship4 ,he gave up the attempt to find any interior means of escape and returned laboriously to the space under the open hatchway4 ,already he could see that the level of the wheat was raised4 8,god10 he said1 8this isn't going to do at all40 ,he uttered a great shout4 8,hello1 on deck there1 somebody4 ,for ,god's sake40 ,the steady1 metallic roar of the pouring wheat drowned out his voice4 ,he could scarcely hear it himself above the rush of the cataract4 ,beside this1 he found it impossible to stay under the hatch4 ,the flying grains of wheat1 spattering as they fell1 stung his face like wind-driven particles of ice4 ,it was a veritable torture2 his hands smarted with it4 ,once he was all but blinded4 ,furthermore1 the succeeding waves of wheat1 rolling from the mound under the chute1 beat him back1 swirling and dashing against his legs and knees1 mounting swiftly higher1 carrying him off his feet4 ,once more he retreated1 drawing back from beneath the hatch4 ,he stood still for a moment and shouted again4 ,it was in vain4 ,his voice returned upon him1 unable to penetrate the thunder of the chute1 and horrified1 he discovered that so soon as he stood motionless upon the wheat1 he sank into it4 ,before he knew it1 he was knee-deep again1 and a long swirl of grain sweeping outward from the ever-breaking1 ever-reforming pyramid below the chute1 poured around his thighs1 immobilizing him4 ,a frenzy of terror suddenly leaped to life within him4 ,the horror of death1 the ,fear of ,the ,trap1 shook him like a dry reed4 ,shouting1 he tore himself free of the wheat and once more scrambled and struggled towards the hatchway4 ,he stumbled as he reached it and fell directly beneath the pour4 ,like a storm of small shot1 mercilessly1 pitilessly1 the unnumbered multitude of hurtling grains flagellated and beat and tore his flesh4 ,blood streamed from his forehead and1 thickening with the powder-like chaff-dust1 blinded his eyes4 ,he struggled to his feet once more4 ,an avalanche from the cone of wheat buried him to his thighs4 ,he was forced back and back and back1 beating the air1 falling1 rising1 howling for aid4 ,he could no longer see2 his eyes crammed with dust1 smarted as if transfixed with needles whenever he opened them4 ,his mouth was full of the dust2 his lips were dry with it2 thirst tortured him1 while his outcries choked and gagged in his rasped throat4 ,and all the while without stop1 incessantly1 inexorably1 the wheat1 as if moving with a force all its own1 shot downward in a prolonged roar1 persistent1 steady1 inevitable4 ,he retreated to a far corner of the hold and sat down with his back against the iron hull of the ship and tried to collect his thoughts1 to calm himself4 ,surely there must be some way of escape2 surely he was not to die like this1 die in this dreadful substance that was neither solid nor fluid4 ,what was he to do8 ,how make himself heard8 ,but even as he thought about this1 the cone under the chute broke again and sent a great layer of grain rippling and tumbling toward him4 ,it reached him where he sat and buried his hand and one foot4 ,he sprang up trembling and made for another corner4 8,my ,god10 he cried1 8my ,god1 ,i must think of something pretty quick60 ,once more the level of the wheat rose and the grains began piling deeper about him4 ,once more he retreated4 ,once more he crawled1 staggering to the foot of the cataract1 screaming till his ears sang and his eyeballs strained in their sockets1 and once more the relentless tide drove him back4 ,then began that terrible dance of death2 the man dodging1 doubling1 squirming1 hunted from one corner to another2 the wheat slowly1 inexorably flowing1 rising1 spreading to every angle1 to every nook and cranny4 ,it reached his middle4 ,furious and with bleeding hands and broken nails1 he dug his way out to fall backward1 all but exhausted1 gasping for breath in the dust-thickening air4 ,roused again by the slow advance of the tide1 he leaped up and stumbled away1 blinded with the agony in his eyes1 only to crash against the metal hull of the vessel4 ,he turned about1 the blood streaming from his face2 he paused to collect his senses1 and with a rush1 another wave swirled about his ankles and knees4 ,exhaustion grew upon him4 ,to stand still meant to sink2 to lie or sit meant to be buried the quicker2 and all this in the dark1 all this in the air that could not be breathed1 all this while he fought an enemy that could not be gripped1 toiling in a sea that could not be stayed4 ,guided by the sound of the falling wheat1 ,s4 ,behrman crawled on hands and knees toward the hatchway4 ,once more he raised his voice in a shout for help4 ,his bleeding throat and raw1 parched lips refused to utter but a wheezing moan4 ,once more he tried to look toward the one patch of faint light above him4 ,his eyelids1 clogged with chaff1 could no longer open4 ,the wheat poured about his waist as he raised himself upon his knees4 ,reason fled4 ,deafened with the roar of the grain1 blinded and made dumb with its chaff1 he threw himself forward with clutching fingers1 rolling upon his back1 and lay there1 moving feebly1 the head rolling from side to side4 ,the wheat1 leaping continuously from the chute1 poured around him4 ,it filled the pockets of the coat1 it crept up the sleeves and trouser legs1 it covered the great1 protuberant stomach1 it ran at last in rivulets into the distended1 gasping mouth4 ,it covered the face4 ,upon the surface of the wheat1 under the chute1 nothing moved but the wheat itself4 ,there was no sign of life4 ,then1 for an instant1 the surface stirred4 ,a hand1 fat1 with short fingers and swollen veins1 reached up1 clutching1 then fell limp and prone4 ,in another instant it was covered4 ,in the hold of the ,swanhilda there was no movement but the widening ripples that spread flowing from the ever-breaking1 ever-reforming cone2 no sound1 but the rushing of the wheat that continued to plunge incessantly from the iron chute in a prolonged roar1 persistent1 steady1 inevitable4--,from 8,the ,octopus40 ,copyright and used by kind permission of the publishers1 ,doubleday1 ,page ,co41 ,new ,york4 ,,dialect ,,selections ,,boy ,,wanted ,,by ,,madge ,,elliot ,one #bdth of ,december1 ,mr4 ,oscar ,blunt1 who kept a large hat store in the lower part of ,broadway1 was writing at his desk1 which was at the very end of the store1 when somebody touched his elbow softly1 and1 looking up1 was much astounded to see a ragged boy1 whose old broad-brimmed hat almost hid his face1 standing beside him4 ,he was so much astonished1 in fact1 that he dropped his pen upon his paper1 and thereby made a blot instead of a period4 8,why1 my lad1 how came you here80 8,i slid past some of the fellers4 ,wot a woppin' big store dis is1 and wot lots of fellers it takes to stan' 'roun'1 an' ,i cheeked some an' ,i tole de odders ,i had somethin' most awful partiklar to say to de big boss40 8,and what have you most awful particular to say to me80 said the 8big boss0 in a kinder voice than that in which he had spoken at first1 for there was something in the boy's dark gray eyes that made him think of a darling little son he had buried only a year ago in the same grave where he had buried his wife the year before4 8,well1 ,i seen in yer window a sigh wot reads1 #8,boy ,wanted4' ,an' ,i'm a boy2 an' as nobody never wanted me yet1 sez ,i to myself1 sez ,i1 #8,dusty1 ole feller1 p'r'haps there's your chance at last1' sez ,i1 an' in ,i comes40 8,sorry1 but you won't suit at all1 my boy40 8,how do you know 'fore you try a feller8 ,i know ,i ain't worry pooty1 nor ,i hain't got no fashnoble clothes1 but ,i'm smart1 ,i am4 ,i've been to night-school two winters1 ,i have1 an' got a sixth 'ward of merit1 ,i did1 wunst1 an' ,i kin read readin' fust rate wen it's only two syllabubbles an' ,i kin spell it out wen it's three syllabubbles1 an' ,i kin speak some four syllabubbles1 an' ,i can read writin' wen it's print-letters1 an' ,i kin wissel you or any oder man in des 'ere tre-men-yu-ous 7four syllabubbles7 old hat-box outer his boots40 ,and he began to whistle a lively tune so loudly1 clearly and sweetly that everybody in the large store turned in amazement toward the desk1 and listened4 8,yes1 yes1 ,i see you whistle remarkably well1 but we don't want a boy to whistle40 8,i kin dance too4 ,i danced for ,johnny ,sniffs ben'fit when he fell inter wun of dem cole-holes in de sidewalk1 and broke his leg off short1 ,i did1 'midst thunders of applause40 ,and cutting a double shuffle he went off into a rollicking break-down1 his big shoes wobbling about1 and the broad brim of his hat flopping up and down at every step4 8,stop1 stop6 ,i tell you6 ,i don't want a boy to dance4 ,you won't do1 my boy2 you won't do1 as ,i've told you before4 ,here's a quarter for you1 and now go away40 8,i don't want de quarter2 nor ,i don't want to go 'way10 persisted the boy4 8,i didn't come 'way from ,fishhead ,alley to dis swell street to go 'way so soon4 ,i want a sit-u-wa-tion 7four syllabubbles71 ,i do4 ,an' de fust thing ,i seen1 wen ,i comes round de corner1 was dat sign1 #8,boy ,wanted4' #8,an' dat's good luck1' sez ,i4 #8,go in1 ,dusty ole feller1' sez ,i4 ,an' ,i ain't tole you haff what ,i kin do4 ,jess yez hole on a minnit4 ,i kin see a cop furder nor any our gang2 an' wen one comes in de front door arter you1 ,i kin give you de wink1 quicker'n lightenin'1 an' out de back door you pops4 ,an' ,i kin speak pieces1 ,i kin--#8,a hoss6 ,a hoss6 my kingdom fer a hoss6 ,dere's sixty ,richmons in de field to-day1 an' ,i've killed every wun of dem4 ,a hoss--'0 8,silence60 commanded ,mr4 ,blunt2 and then in spite of himself he burst into a fit of laughter and laughed until he shook again1 and there was a great deal of him to shake--two hundred pounds at the very least4 8,tell me something about yourself1 my boy1 but mind1 no more performances of any kind4 ,what is your name1 and where do you live1 to begin with80 8,dusty's my name4 ,i don't know no odder4 ,one feller1 he's from the country1 he is--calls me #8,dusty ,miller'2 he sez 'cause dey's a flower wot dey calls #8,dusty ,miller' dare4 ,i believe he's foolin'4 ,but if ,i'm de boy wot's wanted1 ,i must get a nobbier name dan dat4 ,wot's your name1 boss80 8,mr4 ,oscar ,blunt40 8,well1 you might call me dat1 too1 without de mister4 ,it soun's werry nice--#8,hoss car ,blunt1' or you might keep de ,hoss car1 an ,i'd be de ,el-e-wa-ted 7four syllabubbles7 ,road ,blunt4 ,any way you've mind to4 ,you pay your money1 and takes your choice4 ,an' ,i lives roun' anywhere sence ,aunt ,kate died40 8,aunt ,kate8 ,and was ,aunt ,kate your only relation8 ,have you no father and mother80 asked ,mr4 ,blunt4 8,nope2 never had none1 'cept ,aunt ,kate4 ,an' ,i ain't no frien's1 'cept ,straw ,hat4 ,he keeps a paper stan'1 he does2 an' onst he giv a party1 he did1 in a charcoal-box4 ,i wos dere1 an' it wuz bully1 you bet4 ,an' ,i've got a little brudder40 8,a little brother80 8,yep1 sir4 ,he wuz my cousin wunst1 'fore dey took ,aunt ,kate away2 but he's my brudder now1 an' ,i got to take care of him4 ,he jess gobbles bread and milk1 an' dat's w'y ,i'm lookin' for a sit-i-wa-tion--'nother four syllabubbles4 ,crackey6 ,i'm as full of big words as a diction'ry1 ,i am4 ,an' ,straw ,hat he sez to me1 sez he1 #8,if you want me to say you're honest an' sober an' 'dustyous1 ,i'll say it1' says he4 ,he's a bully good feller1 he is1 an' ,i ain't givin' taffy1 neider4 ,he's took care of me an' my little brudder sence ,aunt ,kate died--dat's lass week--but he can't do it forev'r'n'ever40 8,and where is this little brother now80 8,sittin' on your stoop1 waitin' till ,i come out40 8,sitting on my stoop8 ,why he must be half frozen1 poor little fellow4 ,go and bring him in directly40 ,the boy flew1 and in a moment returned1 leading by the hand a wee child1 who could just walk1 and whose very small nose was blue with cold1 and who was wrapped in an old shawl1 the ends of which dragged behind him4 8,he's a boy too1 an' he's real pooty1 an' if he's the kind of boy yer want1 you may have him2 but you must be awful good to him1 an' let me come and see him4 ,say1 boss1 to-morrer's ,chrismus day60 8,well1 and what then80 8,wen folks all gits presents1 an' fellers wot's got stockin's hangs 'em up1 an' spose1 boss--jess fer fun--you let me an' my little brudder be your ,chrismus present80 8,done60 said ,mr4 ,blunt1 conquered at last by the boy's patient and persistent coaxing4 8,i'll make believe ,i found one in each stocking4 ,but mind1 ,dusty1 you must be the best of boys1 and stop using slang1 or ,i won't keep you40 8,you kin bet you bottom dollar ,i'll do everything you want me to4 ,horay6 ain't dis a bully racket8 ,i'm de boy wot's wanted in dis es-tab-lish-ment 7four syllabubbles7 an' ,i mean to be in-wal-u-a-ble--five syllabubbles1 by gracious6 ,mind my little brudder a minnit till ,i run an' tell ,straw ,hat40 ,and before ,mr4 ,blunt could say a word1 the crown of the hat was on his head1 and he was out of the store and away4 ,and when he returned with ,straw ,hat the baby was sitting in the lap of the good natured colored woman who kept the store clean1 as happy as any baby could be who had just eaten four sugar cakes and a stick of candy4 ,and ,dusty ,e4 ,road proved himself to be1 as he himself said he would be1 the very boy wanted in that establishment4 ,,the ,,hieroglyphics ,,of ,,love ,,by ,,amanda ,,mathews ,the mother of ,teodota sat in the doorway with a bowl of meat in her lap4 ,her greasy black dress wrinkled latitudinally about her shapeless figure4 ,her countenance was smooth1 blank1 and oily4 ,as she cut the meat into bits for the tamales1 an impotent dribble of monologue flowed from her flabby1 pendulous lips4 ,while awake1 talking was a function as natural and continuous as respiration or digestion1 and was interrupted only when her present husband exerted himself to beat or kick her into a brief interval of sniffling repression4 ,on this particular afternoon ,seor ,garcia was not interested in damming the sluggish but endless current of his wife's conversation1 for he lay in drunken sleep on a filthy blanket in a corner of the rough board pen1 a ,mexican ,caliban1 swart1 lowbrowed1 bestial4 ,teodota knelt behind the metate grinding corn to be mixed with chile in the pungent tamales4 ,she had dragged the clumsy stone implement to a position where she could see that her stepfather still slept1 notwithstanding his frightful inarticulate gulps and growls4 ,a thin1 flat-chested slip of a girl was ,teodota1 with great1 piteous brown eyes1 high cheek bones1 small1 pointed chin1 and a complexion of tan satin4 ,she was not beautiful2 rather was she an intaglio of beauty with hollows where there should have been roundness4 ,her untidy black braids had been slept on many times since they had known a comb2 the scant1 tattered calico gown fell away from the upturned leathery soles of her bare feet4 ,she guided the heavy stone roller with languid1 perfunctory movements1 while some clockwork in her brain prompted the periodical 8,si1 madre10 that fully satisfied her mother's conversational requirements4 ,the real ,teodota was back in ,old ,mexico4 ,certainly she was not driven thither by any lack of familiar environment in the ,mexican quarter of ,los ,angeles4 ,nor would it seem necessary for ,teodota to keep tryst in ,mexico with a lover who had not preceded her to the ,united ,states1 but they had not found each other yet and she could meet her ,pablo only at the plaza fountain in ,texcoco4 ,suddenly into the dream1 but not of it1 a white folded paper fluttered through the open window and lay on the floor beside the metate4 ,the girl examined it curiously4 8,what is it1 daughter80 inquired the elder woman4 8,i do not know1 mother4 ,it looks like drawing2 ,i am sure it isn't writing40 8,i can use it to light my cigarette40 8,no1 mamacita1 ,i want it40 8,for what80 8,i don't know40 ,the girl hid the paper where billows of a not overclean chemise escaped at long gaps between buttons1 and returned to her labor1 but the apparently trifling incident had taken a certain hold on her listless1 stunted intelligence4 ,recklessly1 she pushed a handful of corn off the end of the metate and edged about on her knees as if to pick it up1 in order to study the document with her back to her mother4 ,the unlettered brain1 not accustomed to flat symbols for the appearance of things1 was slow to find any significance in the lines4 ,very gradually did she achieve recognition of a railway train and the human figures1 male and female4 ,as her stepfather pulled himself into a sitting posture she thrust the paper back into her bosom1 trembling lest he had seen it1 and still more lest he beat her for the unground corn4 8,caramba60 he growled4 8,may the roof fall upon the ,labor ,union40 ,mother and daughter exchanged glances of relief that1 so far1 the object of his wrath was remote and intangible4 8,they told me in ,mexico10 he continued1 8of a fine thing here in ,america called the ,labor ,union that pays a man when he does not work1 that throws stones at him if he is such a fool as to desire work1 and calls him--calls him--a pest overtake their speech that is hard as rocks in the mouth--0 8,scabe1 padre10 supplied ,teodota1 timidly4 8,i come here with my innocent family4 ,i seek out this ,labor ,union and say1 #8,here am ,i1 ,juan ,garcia1 who is no--no--'0 8,scabe1 padre10 ventured the girl again4 8,but hates work like the very devil4 ,do they embrace me8 ,do they put money in my hand8 ,ah-h-h60 ,his memory of the rest of that painful interview1 when a muscular labor leader chose to consider that he was being trifled with1 vented itself in a shrill howl of rage4 ,teodota caught up a brown earthen pitcher1 and slipping out as though to bring water from the hydrant1 hid herself behind a scrubby red geranium in the angle between the last tenement and the high board fence4 ,at first she crouched in wretched fear of being dragged forth to receive a beating1 or witness one bestowed upon her mother1 but the minutes slipped by without pursuit4 ,it was not because she needed to exercise her reposeful wits during this period of hiding that she fell to studying the paper again1 but rather on account of a pleasant stir in some rudimentary faculty that under happier circumstances might have been imagination4 ,man1 boy1 woman1 train1 mules1 she identified with growing ease and satisfaction4 ,for her1 it was a notable mental achievement when she perceived relations among the members of the groups of objects4 ,that man was kissing the hand of the maiden with a water-jar on her shoulder4 ,even so had ,pablo kissed her hand under the portales that last morning1 and when she inquired saucily if she were his grandmother1 he snatched her to him and kissed both cheeks and called her queridita4 ,in the next square the same girl was being flogged4 ,even so had she been used by her stepfather1 who wished her to have no lover1 but to continue making tamales for his support4 ,her beloved had left for the ,united ,states in just such a train4 ,this was a communication from ,pablo6 ,that supreme illumination in her dim intellect was a blessed miracle of love4 ,she kissed the picture-letter and rocked back and forth1 hugging it1 while her heart nearly leaped out of her joy4 ,then she fell to studying it anew4 ,the square showing forth a man driving a team of mules hitched to a scraper was beyond her comprehension1 as she was unfamiliar with grading camps4 ,at the bottom of the sheet the boy with the shirt-waist and simulated fur cap was receiving a letter1 running with it1 and in the last square1 delivering it to the maiden4 ,dear ,pablo evidently believed that this boy was the messenger between them1 whereas it must have been the angels or the saints1 for had she not seen the boy looking as innocent and indifferent as you please8 ,when ,teodota returned to the squalid room her stepfather had a more immediate grievance4 8,you impudent1 lazy hussy6 ,you sin verguenza6 ,i'll teach you to leave your work and gad about the court60 8,if you touch me again10 blazed the girl1 8you'd better keep awake4 ,i'll kill you if ,i ever catch you asleep60 ,a rabbit at bay is at least a surprise1 and the brute's jaw dropped1 the upraised arm fell back1 and cursing and blustering1 he strolled forth into the court4 ,with a champion hovering near1 there had suddenly come to the girl the power to hate bravely4 ,heretofore she had feared her stepfather as the savage who dares not hate the evil powers moving in the darkness lest they perceive his hatred and smite him afresh4 8,daughter6 daughter60 wailed the frightened mother1 8that was not a respectful manner to address a parent4 ,when ,i was a girl it was the custom--0 8,si1 madre10 responded ,teodota1 patiently1 as she indited her answer to her lover with a burnt match on a scrap of wrapping paper4 ,roughly1 but eloquently1 she sketched two little imploring hands1 and flung the epistle from the window with childlike confidence that whatever powers had brought ,pablo's letter would convey her reply4 ,it was a transformed ,teodota that stood just out of the heavy wooden gates of the court the next morning1 apparently loitering in idle contemplation of the street1 where ,latin infants disported themselves on the sidewalks1 and soft ,spanish speech was heard in every doorway1 but in reality her whole body was charged with excitement and impatience4 ,personal neatness in a board pen devoted chiefly to the manufacture of tamales could not be expected to attain any high standard1 but her appearance this morning bore eloquent testimony to the civilizing power of love4 ,her abundant black hair1 moist and glossy1 rippled on her shoulders1 with a red geranium glowing in its shadows4 ,the billows of chemise between the distant buttons were snowy white1 the worst rents in the tattered pink gown had been roughly mended1 and even the blue rebozo lying across her shoulders had taken on a faded purity4 ,as though to set the seal of heavenly approval on such cleanliness1 another communication from ,pablo was found pinned to the rebozo when she drew it in from the window where it had swung to dry4 ,that the small boy was not in sight was ample proof that it had come by supernatural agency4 ,this last letter said more eloquently than mere words could have done3 8,i await thee at the tunnel40 ,yet with seeming nonchalance1 ,teodota watched the squat1 receding figure of her stepfather abroad on the only tasks compatible with his dignity and tastes--the delivery of the tamales to a dealer down the street1 and the collection of the revenue therefrom4 ,the very instant1 however1 that he disappeared into a doorway1 she was off in the opposite direction1 wrapping her rebozo about her head as she went1 and giving the end a final fling over her shoulder4 ,at the ,mexican end of the tunnel1 just beyond the ,chinese laundry1 but before one enters the cavernous chill and shadow1 stands an unroofed adobe#h hovel close to the highway4 ,teodota1 hurrying by this ruin1 thrilled from head to foot to hear her name4 8,pablo60 she gasped4 ,her soul rode the wave of joy to its crest2 then dropped back into the trough of despair4 8,i took you for gente decente6 ,how fine you are6 ,how elegant6 ,a grand seor60 ,the tall1 handsome ,aztec looked down complacently at his black suit and the ends of his red tie1 not displeased at the impression he made4 8,didst think1 queridita10 he laughed1 kissing her cheeks as he had done under the portales1 8that here in ,america ,i would be wearing white cotton trousers and leather sandals8 ,no1 indeed6 ,this is another day40 8,but ,i1 ,seor--0 8,call me not #8,seor1' but ,pablo and thy sweetheart10 he cried1 swinging her to the top of a crumbling wall1 where she was obliged to cling to him most deliciously4 8,you will be ashamed of me40 8,nay1 little one1 we will soon mend thy distress4 ,i know of a store not far from here with a sign--,i cannot speak the strange word1 but it looks thus40 ,with a pencil he scrawled on a bit of plaster still clinging to the adobe3 ,,rummage ,,sale4 8,this is a strange country1 ,teodota4 ,at home it is the poor who sell their clothes--mostly in the pawn-shops1 though my uncle had six serapes bought off his back by gringo tourists4 ,here1 it is the aristocrats who sell their garments to the poor1 and very cheap1 though1 of course1 one offers the half4 ,poor rich1 to lose their pretty clothes1 but ,i suppose the rents are high where they live1 and they must have plenty to eat1 being so accustomed4 ,i can buy thee silk and velvet and thou shalt be a grand seora1 as ,i am a grand seor40 8,dear ,pablo1 you are as good as the blessed saints who brought me your letters40 8,it was a little boy1 ,teodota1 whose father works in the same camp40 8,he seemed not to be concerned in the matter1 and ,i was sure it was the saints4 ,i must go back now or my stepfather will beat me40 8,back1 little one8 ,never6 ,come with me instead4 ,the beast shall never beat thee again40 8,but the tamales80 8,i like tamales4 ,you shall make them for me40 8,what would my poor mother say80 8,we can let her know later1 and she will be glad to have thee free from that cochino4 ,listen1 lindita3 ,beyond this tunnel is a big red house that they say is the ,national ,palace of ,los ,angeles1 and here one must get a permit to marry1 though the priest really does the work4 ,let us seek the red house40 8,oh1 ,pablo6 ,now80 8,yes1 querida40 ,hand in hand1 the lovers left the adobe1 and the somber echoing tunnel1 with the electric wires seen like a spider's web across its farther end1 was to them an underground passage to ,paradise4 --,copyright1 and used by kind consent of the author4 ,note4--,spanish words are pronounced according to the continental pronunciation1 and each vowel is given a syllable4 8,si ,ma-dre10 pronounced ,see ,madray1 yes1 mother4 8,ma-ma-ci-ta10 pronounced ,ma-ma-cee-tah1 little mother4 8,sin ,ver-gu-en-za10 pronounced ,seen ,vehr-goo-aintha1 shameless4 8,que-ri-di-ta10 pronounced ,kay-ree-deetah1 little love4 8,por-ta-les10 pronounced ,por-tahlays1 covered sidewalks4 8,gente decente10 pronounced ,hentay day-thentay1 the aristocracy4 8,coch-i-no10 pronounced ,co-cheeno1 pig4 8,lin-di-ta10 pronounced ,leen-deeta1 pretty4 8,que-ri-da10 pronounced ,kay-reeda1 beloved4 ,,the ,,intervention ,,of ,,peter ,,by ,,paul ,,laurence ,,dunbar ,no one knows just what statement it was of ,harrison ,randolph's that ,bob ,lee doubted4 ,the annals of these two ,virginia families have not told us that4 ,but these are the facts3 ,it was at the home of the ,fairfaxes that a few of the sons of the old ,dominion were giving a dinner1 and a brave dinner it was4 ,the courses had come and gone1 and over their cigars they had waxed more than merry4 ,in those days men drank deep1 and these men were young1 full of the warm blood of the ,south and the joy of living4 ,what wonder then that the liquor that had been mellowing in the ,fairfax cellars since the boyhood of their revolutionary ancestor should have its effect upon them8 ,it is true that it was only a slight thing which ,bob ,lee affected to disbelieve1 and that his tone was jocosely bantering rather than impertinent4 ,but sometimes ,virginia heads are not less hot than ,virginia hearts4 ,the two young men belonged to families that had intermarried4 ,they rode together1 hunted together and were friends as far as two men could be who had read the message of love in the dark eyes of the same woman4 ,so perhaps there was some thought of the long-contested hand of ,miss ,sallie ,ford in ,harrison ,randolph's mind when he chose to believe that his honor had been assailed4 ,his dignity was admirable4 ,there was no scene to speak of4 ,it was all very genteel4 8,mr4 ,lee10 he said1 8had chosen to doubt his word1 which to a gentleman was a final insult4 ,but he felt sure that ,mr4 ,lee would not refuse to accord him a gentleman's satisfaction40 ,and the other's face had waxed warm and red and his voice cold as he replied3 8,i shall be most happy to give you the satisfaction you demand40 ,here friends interposed and attempted to pacify the two4 ,but without avail4 ,each of the young men nodded to a friend and rose to depart4 ,the joyous dinner-party bade fair to end with much more serious business4 99 99 99 99 99 8,you shall hear from me very shortly10 said ,randolph1 as he strode to the door4 8,i shall await your pleasure with impatience1 sir1 and give you such a reply as even you cannot disdain40 ,peter1 the personal attendant of ,harrison ,randolph1 stood at the door as his master passed out1 and went on before him to hold his stirrup4 ,the young master and his friend and cousin1 ,dale1 started off briskly and in silence1 while ,pete1 with wide eyes and disturbed face1 followed on behind4 ,just as they were turning into the avenue of elms that led to their own house1 ,randolph wheeled his horse and came riding back to his servant4 8,pete10 said he sternly1 8what do you know80 8,nuffin'1 ,mas' ,ha'ison1 nuffin' 't all4 ,i do' know nuffin'40 8,i don't believe you40 ,the young master's eyes were shining through the dusk4 8,you're always slipping around spying on me40 8,now1 dah you goes1 ,mas' ,randolph4 ,i ain't done a thing1 and you got to 'mence pickin' on me--0 8,i just want you to remember that my business is mine40 8,well1 ,i knows dat40 8,and if you do know anything1 it will be well for you to begin forgetting it right now4 ,take ,bess around and see her attended to4 ,leave ,dale's horse here1 and--,i won't want you any more to-night40 ,pete turned away with an injured expression on his dark face4 8,bess10 he said to the spirited black mare1 as he led her toward the stables1 8you jes' better t'ank yo' ,makah dat you ain't no human bein'1 'ca'se human bein's is cur'ous articles4 ,now you's a horse1 ain't you8 ,and dey say you ain't got no soul1 but you got sense1 ,bess1 you got sense4 ,you's a high steppah1 too1 but you don' go to work an' try to brek yo' naik de fus' chanst you git4 ,bess1 ,i 'spect you 'ca'se you got jedgment1 an' you don' have to have a black man runnin' aftah you all de time plannin' his head off jes' to keep you out o' trouble4 ,some folks dat's human bein's does4 ,yet an' still1 ,bess1 you ain't nuffin' but a dumb beas'1 so dey says4 ,now1 what ,i gwine to do8 ,co'se dey wants to fight4 ,but whah an' when an' how ,i gwine to stop hit8 ,doan want me to wait on him to-night1 huh6 ,no1 dey want to mek dey plans an' do' want me 'roun' to hyeah1 dat's what's de mattah4 ,well1 ,i lay ,i'll hyeah somep'n' anyhow40 ,peter hurried through his work and took himself up to the big house and straight to his master's room4 ,he heard voices within1 but though he took many liberties with his owner1 eavesdropping was not one of them4 ,it proved too dangerous4 ,so1 though he lingered on the mat1 it was not for long1 and he unceremoniously pushed the door open and walked in4 ,with a great show of haste1 he made for his master's wardrobe and began busily searching among the articles therein4 ,harrison ,randolph and his cousin were in the room1 and their conversation1 which had been animated1 suddenly ceased when ,peter entered4 8,i thought ,i told you ,i didn't want you any more to-night40 8,i's a-lookin' fu' dem striped pants o' yo'n4 ,i want to tek 'm out an' bresh 'em2 dey's pintly a livin' sight40 8,you get out o' here40 8,but1 ,mas' ,ha'ison1 now--now--look-a-hyeah--0 8,get out1 ,i tell you40 ,pete shuffled from the room1 mumbling as he went3 8,dah now1 dah now6 driv' out lak' a dog6 ,how's ,i gwine to fin' out anyt'ing dis way8 ,it do 'pear lak ,mas' ,ha'ison do try to give me all de trouble he know how4 ,now he plannin' and prijickin' wif dat cousin ,dale an' one jes' ez scattah-brained ez de othah4 ,well1 ,i 'low ,i got to beat dis time somehow er ruther40 ,he was still lingering hopeless and worried about the house when he saw young ,dale ,randolph come out1 mount his horse1 and ride away4 ,after a while his young master also came out and walked up and down in the soft evening air4 ,the rest of the family were seated about on the broad piazza4 8,i wonder what is the matter with ,harrison to-night10 said the young man's father1 8he seems so preoccupied40 8,thinking of ,sallie ,ford1 ,i reckon10 some one replied2 and the remark passed with a laugh4 ,pete was near enough to catch this1 but he did not stop to set them right in their conjectures4 ,he slipped into the house4 ,it was less than two hours after this when ,dale ,randolph returned and went immediately to his cousin's room1 where ,harrison followed him4 8,well80 said the latter1 as soon as the door closed behind them4 8,it's all arranged1 and he's anxious to hurry it through for fear some one may interfere4 ,pistols1 and to-morrow morning at daybreak40 8,and the place80 8,the little stretch of woods that borders ,ford's ,creek4 ,i say1 ,harrison1 it isn't too late to stop this thing yet4 ,it's a shame for you two fellows to fight4 ,you're both too decent to be killed yet40 8,he insulted me40 8,without intention1 every one believes40 8,then let him apologize40 8,as well ask the devil to take ,communion40 8,we'll fight then40 8,all right4 ,if you must fight you must4 ,but you'd better go to bed1 for you'll need a strong arm and a steady hand to-morrow40 8,i'm going to write a couple of letters first10 he said2 8then ,i shall lie down for an hour or so4 ,and1 by the way1 ,dale1 if ,i--if it happens to be me to-morrow1 you take ,pete2 he's a good fellow40 ,the cousins clasped hands in silence and passed out4 ,as the door closed behind them a dusky form rolled out from under the bed and the disreputable1 eavesdropping1 backsliding ,peter stood up and rubbed a sleeve across his eyes4 8,it ain't me dat's gwine to be give to nobody else4 ,i hates to do it2 but dey ain't no othah way4 ,mas' ,ha'ison cain't be spaihed40 ,he glided out mysteriously1 some plan of salvation working in his black head4 99 99 99 99 99 ,just before daybreak next morning three stealthy figures crept out and made their way toward ,ford's ,creek4 ,one skulked behind the other two1 dogging their steps and taking advantage of the darkness to keep very near to them4 ,at the grim trysting-place they halted and were soon joined by other stealthy figures1 and together they sat down to wait for the daylight4 ,the seconds conferred for a few minutes4 ,the ground was paced off1 and a few1 low-pitched orders prepared the young men for business4 8,i will count three1 gentlemen10 said ,lieutenant ,custis4 8,at three1 you are to fire40 ,at last daylight came1 gray and timid at first1 and then red and bold as the sun came clearly up4 ,the pistols were examined and the men placed face to face4 8,are you ready1 gentlemen80 ,but evidently ,harrison ,randolph was not4 ,he was paying no attention to the seconds4 ,his eyes were fixed on an object behind his opponent's back4 ,his attitude relaxed and his mouth began to twitch4 ,then he burst into a peal of laughter4 8,pete10 he roared1 8drop that and come out from there60 and away he went into another convulsion of mirth4 ,the others turned just in time to see ,pete cease his frantic grimaces of secrecy at his master1 and sheepishly lower an ancient fowling-piece which he had had leveled at ,bob ,lee4 8,what were you going to do with that gun leveled at me80 asked ,lee1 his own face twitching4 8,i was gwine to fiah jes' befo' dey said free4 ,i wa'n't gwine to kill you1 ,mas' ,bob4 ,i was on'y gwine to lame you40 ,another peal of laughter from the whole crowd followed this condescending statement4 8,you unconscionable scoundrel1 you6 ,if ,i was your master1 ,i'd give you a hundred lashes40 8,pete10 said his master1 8don't you know that it is dishonorable to shoot a man from behind8 ,you see you haven't in you the making of a gentleman40 8,i do' know nuffin' 'bout mekin' a gent'man1 but ,i does know how to save one dat's already made40 ,the prime object of the meeting had been entirely forgotten4 ,they gathered around ,pete and examined the weapon4 8,gentlemen10 said ,randolph1 8we have been saved by a miracle4 ,this old gun1 as well as ,i can remember and count1 has been loaded for the past twenty-five years1 and if ,pete had tried to fire it1 it would have torn up all this part of the country40 ,then the eyes of the two combatants met4 ,there was something irresistibly funny in the whole situation1 and they found themselves roaring again4 ,then1 with one impulse1 they shook hands without a word4 ,and ,pete led the way home1 the willing butt of a volume of good-natured abuse4--,from 8,folks from ,dixie10 copyright by ,dodd1 ,mead ,company1 ,new ,york1 and used by arrangement4 ,,part ,,three ,melodious ,reading ,conversational elements3 ,pitch1 ,inflection1 ,color1 ,stress1 ,pause1 ,movement1 ,time4 ,separate discussions and illustrations with number of exercises for the pupil to practice4 ,melody in verse and in prose4 ,,expressive ,,speech#i ,,by ,,robert ,,lloyd ',tis not enough the voice be sound and clear1 ',tis modulation that must charm the ear4 ,when desperate heroines grieve with tedious moan1 ,and whine their sorrows in a see-saw tone1 ,the same soft sounds of unimpassioned woes ,can only make the yawning hearer doze4 ,that voice all modes of passion can express ,which marks the proper word with proper stress2 ,but none emphatic can the reader call ,who lays an equal emphasis on all4 444 ,he who in earnest studies o'er his part ,will find true nature cling about his heart4 ,the modes of grief are not included all ,in the white handkerchief and mournful drawl4 ,a single look more marks the internal woe ,than all the windings of the lengthened ,o6 ,up to the face the quick sensation flies1 ,and darts its meaning from the speaking eyes4 ,love1 transport1 madness1 anger1 scorn1 despair1 ,and all the passions1 all the soul is there4 ,,chapter ,x ,,melodious ,,reading ,what charm and delight surround a sweet1 melodious voice1 whether of woman or man4 ,who is there that does not recall such a voice and its influence upon him8 ,who does not have clinging memories of the voice of the mother1 crooning over her babe1 or singing a sweet lullaby as it lay at her breast2 of a father1 softening its strong and resonant power to soothe the restlessness of his little one who was sick2 of the blushing maiden1 who consciously or unconsciously had learned the immeasurably greater power exercised over her fellows1 whether of her own or the opposite sex1 by a soft1 pure1 well-controlled voice1 rather than the high-pitched1 tense1 loud and harsh chatter of her associates4 ,the calm1 quiet1 soft and low-pitched1 though firm1 voice of the teacher1 the parent1 the employer1 the salesman1 the speaker1 the statesman1 is far more effective1 far more likely to attain its end than the harsh1 raucous1 loud1 too emphatic and high-pitched voice of the uncontrolled1 untaught1 or careless speaker4 ,and to listen to a reader1 be he preacher1 lawyer1 judge1 or orator1 reading in public to a large audience1 or for the pleasure and instruction of his own loved ones1 or a few chosen friends1 whose voice is melodious in every cadence1 whose every intonation is musical and in good taste1 what joy such a reader is able to bestow4 ,how memory thrills as we recall a few readers of this type4 ,why should they be so few8 ,why should there be so many harsh1 nasal1 raucous1 high-pitched1 unmelodious voices8 ,the reason is found mainly in lack of training1 lack of a little thought1 indifference to the possession of the finer gifts of life4 ,for every boy and girl has it in his or her power1 by the exercise of a little care1 a little thought1 a little self-restraint1 a little time spent in discipline to produce the sweet and charming voice1 with clean-cut1 distinct1 pleasing enunciation and pronunciation that will afford joy during the whole of a long life4 ,one's own ear will tell whether his voice is properly pitched1 pleasing1 melodious1 or the opposite4 ,a few minutes spent in speech daily before a looking-glass will forever fix the habit of making the face pleasing2 and an hour a day for a month will fix perfect habits of pronunciation and enunciation that will remain through life4 ,when these arts are fixed1 then a few hours' study of the thought of the author and the inflections and modulations of the voice necessary to represent1 to convey to the ear of the listener1 the full power of that thought1 and the reader has equipped himself1 herself1 to give joy to countless thousands4 ,is it not worth while to spend a few hours to gain such power8 ,,exercises ,,in ,,inflection ,by inflection is meant the glide of the voice within a word to a higher or a lower pitch4 ,this glide may be quick and short1 or long and slow4 ,it may be a rising or a falling glide1 or both4 ,the value of inflection rests in its power to make what is said more emphatic1 to aid in clear enunciation1 to aid in overcoming monotony4 ,on all emphasized words we have an intensified inflection4 ,this is illustrated in ,portia's speech in 8,the ,merchant of ,venice40 ,in studying this excerpt we discover that all the emphasized words have a pronounced inflection4 ,in the first group of words1 8,if to do were as easy as to know what were good to do10 we find the most intensified inflection is upon the word 8know0 because this is the most emphatic word of the group4 ,this reveals that inflection is one of the most vital means of emphasis4 ,in regard to inflection as an aid to clear enunciation1 we find that inflection occurs upon the accented syllable of a long word1 and if due attention is given to the syllable upon which the accent falls1 the word will receive a more perfect utterance4 ,for instance1 we can readily see in the following words1 which are often mispronounced1 the important part that inflection plays in the proper pronunciation of them3 abdomen abject acclimate address admirable alias brigand caricature chastisement chauffeur combatant contumely demoniacal discourse exquisite finance grimace herculean horizon impious impotent incomparable indisputable industry inexplicable interpolate inquiry lyceum mausoleum mischievous obligatory research resource superfluous traverse vagary vehement vehicle virago verbose virtue virtually 7,for the correct pronunciations see ,webster's ,new ,international ,dictionary47 ,we readily see that the proper use of inflection cannot help but give variety and contrast to our speech1 and this aids immeasurably in overcoming the persistent use of monotones4 ,we shall take up the different kinds of inflection and illustrate them with appropriate exercises4 ,the student should consider the aim and value of each kind of inflection and then proceed to practice orally the exercises1 listening intently to his voice to see that it responds4 ,kinds of ,inflection ,falling ,glide in the voice indicates a complete and positive assertion4 ,for example3 8,the ,prince's banner wavered1 staggered backward1 hemmed by foes60 ,a command1 although punctuated with a question mark1 is rendered with a falling glide in the voice4 ,for example3 8,halt6 who goes there80 8,speak1 what trade art thou80 ,rising ,glide in the voice indicates incompleteness and doubt4 ,for example3 8,how #8the fellow by the name of ,rowan' took the letter1 sealed it up in an oilskin pouch1 strapped it over his heart1 in four days landed by night off the coast of ,cuba from an open boat1 disappeared into the jungle1 and in three weeks came out on the other side of the island1 having traversed a hostile country on foot1 and delivered his letter to ,garcia1 are things ,i have no special desire now to tell in detail40 ,circumflex ,glide indicates a twist in the voice which reflects a like twist in the mind4 ,well1 ,i guess ,i'll have to1 since you say so4 ,exercises for ,inflectional ,agility3 ,i find earth not gray but rosy1 heaven not grim but fair of hue4 ,do ,i stoop8 ,i pluck a posy4 ,do ,i stand and stare8 ,all's blue4 --,,browning4 99 99 99 99 99 ,i must have left my book on this table last night4 7,read two ways47 99 99 99 99 99 ,there are three pleasures pure and lasting1 and all derived from inanimate things--books1 pictures1 and the face of nature4 --,,hazlitt4 99 99 99 99 99 ,we are perplexed1 but not in despair2 persecuted1 but not forsaken2 cast down1 but not destroyed4 99 99 99 99 99 ,what right have you1 ,o passer by the way1 to call any flower a weed8 ,do you know its merits8 ,its virtues8 ,its healing qualities8 ,because a thing is common1 shall you despise it8 ,if so1 you might despise the sunshine for the same reason4 99 99 99 99 99 ,oh1 yes1 ,i begin to remember you now4 ,do you really think it true8 99 99 99 99 99 ,yes1 he's a millionaire4 7,read two ways47 99 99 99 99 99 ,breathes there a man1 with soul so dead1 ,who never to himself hath said1 ,this is my own1 my native land8 ,whose heart hath ne'er within him burn'd1 ,as home his footsteps he hath turn'd ,from wandering on a foreign strand8 ,if such there breathe1 go1 mark him well4 --,,sir ,,walter ,,scott4 ,now clear1 pure1 hard1 bright1 and one by one1 like the hailstones1 ,short words fall from his lips fast as the first of a shower1 ,now in two-fold column3 ,spond1 ,iamb1 ,trochee1 ,unbroken1 firm-set1 advance1 retreat1 trampling along1-- ,now with a sprightlier springiness1 bounding in triplicate syllables1 ,dance the elastic ,dactylics in musical cadences on2 ,now their voluminous coil intertangling like huge anacondas1 ,roll overwhelmingly onward the sesquipedalian words4 --,,browning4 ,resolve6 ,to keep my health6 ,to do my work6 ,to live6 ,to see to it that ,i grow and gain and give6 ,never to look behind me for an hour6 ,to wait in weakness and to walk in power2 ,but always fronting onward to the light4 ,always and always facing toward the right4 ,robbed1 starved1 defeated1 wide astray-- ,on1 with what strength ,i have6 ,back to the way6 ,a very interesting and helpful exercise in the study of inflection is the use of the one-word dialogue4 ,the following scene1 written by a pupil1 is given as an illustration3 ,scene3 ,midnight2 and the two are awakened by a noise4 ,she4 ,philipe6 ,he4 ,what8 ,she4 ,burglar6 ,he4 ,where8 ,she4 ,bathroom6 ,he4 ,gun8 ,she4 ,no6 ,he4 ,sh-h6 ,she 7fainting74 ,darling6 ,he4 ,huh6 ,cat6 7catching her74 ,it is by use of tone and inflection that the following exercises are properly rendered4 ,how are you to-day8 ,ha4 7inquiry1 surprise74 ,i say how are you to-day8 ,ha4 7rising doubt74 ,have you suddenly become deaf8 ,ha4 7indignation74 ,i have been trying to find out how ,ha4 7satisfaction1 laugh74 you are to-day4 ,i am glad you heard me4 ,ha4 7short grunt74 ,i am on my way to the store4 ,ha4 7do not believe it74 ,will you go with me8 ,ha4 7glad to74 ,a ,,study ,,of ,,pitch ,pitch is simply the modulation of the voice as high or low4 ,in natural speech we seldom have more than one word on the same pitch4 ,note the constant change of pitch in a good conversationalist4 ,in listening to such1 we discover what8 ,first3 ,if one idea is expressed on one pitch1 its antithesis is instinctively expressed on another pitch4 ,for example3 8,when our vices leave us1 we flatter ourselves we leave them40 8,the prodigal robs his heir1 the miser robs himself40 8,excess of ceremony shows want of breeding40 ,second3 ,a quick leap of the mind causes a leap in the voice1 or1 in other words1 it causes a change of pitch4 ,for example3 8,so you say you are going to--,well1 hello1 ,john6 ,how did you get here80 ,there can be no definite rules laid down governing ,changes of ,pitch4 ,if we think progressively1 giving ourselves completely to each successive idea1 permitting our movement of tone to be the direct outcome of the action of the mind we shall have no difficulty in modulating our pitch4 ,in reading the following selections1 note carefully the natural tendency of the voice to change pitch as the mind leaps from one thought to another4 ,o larks1 sing out to the thrushes1 ,and thrushes1 sing to the sky6 ,sing from your nests in the bushes1 ,and sing wherever you fly4 99 99 99 99 99 ,then sing1 ,o bird in the tree1 ,then sing1 skylark in the blue1 ,sing loud1 sing clear1 that the ,king may hear1 ,and my soul shall sing with you4 99 99 99 99 99 ,i wield the flail of the lashing hail1 ,and whiten the green plains under3 ,and then again ,i dissolve in rain1 ,and laugh as ,i pass in thunder4 99 99 99 99 99 ,i slip1 ,i slide1 ,i gloom1 ,i glance4 99 99 99 99 99 ,away to the hills1 to the caves1 to the rocks1-- ,ere ,i own a usurper1 ,i'll couch with the fox2 ,and tremble1 false whigs1 in the midst of your glee1 ,you have not seen the last of my bonnet and me4 99 99 99 99 99 ,if to do were as easy as to know what were good to do1 chapels had been churches1 and poor men's cottages princes' palaces4 ,it is a good divine that follows his own instructions4 ,i can easier teach twenty what were good to be done1 than be one of the twenty to follow mine own teaching4 ,the brain may devise laws for the blood2 but a hot temper leaps over a cold decree3 such a hare is madness1 the youth1 to skip o'er the meshes of good counsel1 the cripple4 --8,merchant of ,venice40 99 99 99 99 99 ,extremely high3 ,half a league1 half a league1 half a league onward6 ,very high3 ,hats off6 along the street they come6 ,the flag is passing by4 ,high3 ,sail on1 sail on1 ,o ship of state6 ,rather high3 ,now's the day and now's the hour6 ,middle3 ,in spite of rock and tempest roar4 ,rather low3 ,no stir in the air1 no stir in the sea4 ,low3 ,sunset and evening star ,and one clear call for me4 ,very low3 ,quoth the raven1 8,never more40 ,low as possible3 ,o death1 where is thy sting6 ,,study ,,in ,,stress ,if we read or speak aloud naturally and earnestly1 there occurs in our voice a succession of beats or pulsations4 ,if these pulsations occur at regular intervals1 our speech will be 8singsong0 and monotonous4 ,thus3 a ,i wandered lonely cloud as and ,that floats on high o'er hills1 vales a ,when all at once ,i crowd saw o ,a host of golden dills4 daff ,the fault is that we are responding to the rhythm of the line instead of the rhythm of the thought4 ,there should be rhythmic action of the voice1 but1 at all times1 it should be in perfect harmony with the rhythmic action of the mind4 ,therefore1 we see again that correct reading depends upon getting the correct thought4 ,it is very important that we have control of our voice in stress or force of utterance4 ,if a teacher requires one pupil out of a class of twenty to go on an errand for him1 there is but one way of clearly expressing that thought in the following sentence3 ,thus3 ,will you please return this book to the library8 ,if we make prominent any other word than 8you10 we shall not be clear as to who shall return the book4 ,read the above sentence in as many ways as there are different meanings4 ,practice reading aloud the following with especial attention to stress4 ,be sure that the action of the voice corresponds to the action of the mind4 ,stress is indicated by italics4 ,rouse1 ye ,romans6 ,rouse1 ye slaves6 99 99 99 99 99 ,worcester1 get thee gone1 for ,i do see ,danger and disobedience in thine eyes4 ,you have good leave to leave us2 when we need ,your use and counsel1 we shall send for you4 --,,shakespeare4 ,abraham ,lincoln used scripture quotations very frequently and powerfully4 ,all learning is valuable2 all history is useful4 ,by knowing what has been we can better judge the future2 by knowing how men have acted heretofore we can understand how they will act again in similar circumstances4 ,place the stress in the following exercises3 ,it is a compliment to a public speaker that the audience should discuss what he says rather than his manner of saying it2 more complimentary that they should remember his arguments1 than that they should praise his rhetoric4 ,the speaker should seek to conceal himself behind his subject4 ,our country is in danger1 but not to be despaired of4 ,our enemies are numerous and powerful2 but we have many friends1 determining to be free1 and ,heaven and earth will aid the resolution4 ,on you depend the fortunes of ,america4 ,you are to decide the important questions on which rest the happiness and liberty of millions yet unborn4 ,act worthy of yourselves4 ,the faltering tongue of hoary age calls on you to support your country4 ,the lisping infant raises its suppliant hands1 imploring defense against the monster1 slavery4 --,,joseph ,,warren1 8,boston ,massacre40 ,thou know'st1 great son1 ,the end of war's uncertain1 but this certain1 ,that if thou conquer ,rome1 the benefit ,which thou shalt thereby reap in such a name ,whose repetition will be dogg'd with curses2 ,whose chronicle thus writ3 8,the man was noble1 ,but with his last attempt he wiped it out1 ,destroy'd his country1 and his name remains ,to the ensuing age abhorred40 --,,shakespeare1 8,coriolanus40 ,we say to you 7our opponents7 that you have made the definition of a business man too limited in its application4 ,the man who is employed for wages is as much a business man as his employer2 the attorney in a country town is as much a business man as the corporation counsel in a great metropolis2 the merchant at the cross-roads store is as much a business man as the merchant of ,new ,york2 the farmer who goes forth in the morning and toils all day1 who begins in the spring and toils all summer1 and who by application of brain and muscle to the natural resources of the country creates wealth1 is as much a business man as the man who goes upon the ,board of ,trade and bets upon the price of grain2 the miners who go down a thousand feet into the earth1 or climb #b1jjj feet upon the cliffs1 and bring forth from their hiding-places the precious metals to be poured into the channels of trade1 are as much business men as the few financial magnates who in a back room corner the money of the world4 ,we come to speak for this broader class of business men4 ,oh do not pray for easy lives4 ,pray to be stronger men4 ,do not pray for tasks equal to your powers1 pray for power equal to your tasks2 then the doing of your work shall be no miracle4 ,but you shall be a miracle4 ,every day you shall wonder at yourself1 at the richness of life1 which has come to you by the grace of ,god4 --,,phillips ,,brooks4 ,there is so much good in the worst of us1 ,and so much bad in the best of us1 ,that it hardly behooves any of us1 ,to talk about the rest of us4 --,,robert ,,louis ,,stevenson4 ,if you would be known1 and not know1 vegetate in a village2 if you would know and not be known1 live in a city4 --,,colton4 ,no man is inspired by the occasion2 ,i never was4 --,,webster4 7,does stress fall upon 8,i10 or upon 8never087 ,in men whom men condemn as ill1 ,i find so much of goodness still2 ,in men whom men account divine1 ,i find so much of sin and blot1 ,i hesitate to draw the line between the two1 ,where ,god has not4 --,,joaquin ,,miller4 ,,all ,,in ,,the ,,emphasis ,,by ,,edwin ,,markham ,written expressly for ,delight and ,power in ,speech ,the crows flew over my field at morn1 ,shouting disdain3 8,such corn1 ,,such corn60 ,hearing this1 ,i said1 8,my corn is safe2 ,when crows deride1 the corn is safe40 ,but the next hour ,i looked indeed1 ,and they were digging up the seed1 ,and shouting still--not now in scorn ,but in delight--8,such corn1 such ,,corn60 ,a ,,study ,,of ,,the ,,pause ,when we pause we suspend our speech1 but continue our thought4 ,it is a resting place for us better to conceive of the importance either of the thought just expressed or of the one that follows4 ,the mind is busy re-creating a new idea for the one who is listening4 ,pausing gives time for the speaker to get the new idea and it also gives time for the auditor to hear the new idea4 ,it often occurs that we are more impressive during the interval of pausing than during the interval of speech4 ,the majority of people in ordinary conversation do not use the pause enough4 ,one result is that they are uninteresting and monotonous in speech4 ,in the following excerpt1 taken from an address by ,henry ,ward ,beecher1 indicate the frequency of pauses and then tell fully1 in your own words1 what the successive ideas are upon which the mind is concentrating3 ,now1 a living force that brings to itself all the resources of the imagination1 all the inspirations of feeling1 all that is influential in body1 in voice1 in eye1 in gesture1 in posture1 in the whole animated man1 is in strict analogy with the divine thought and the divine arrangement2 and there is no misconception more utterly untrue and fatal than this3 that oratory is an artificial thing1 which deals with baubles and trifles1 for the sake of making bubbles of pleasure for transient effect on mercurial audiences4 ,so far from that1 it is the consecration of the whole man to the noblest purposes to which one can address himself--the education and inspiration of his fellow-men by all that there is in learning1 by all that there is in thought1 by all that there is in feeling1 by all that there is in all of them1 sent home through the channels of taste and beauty4 ,and so regarded1 oratory should take its place among the highest departments of education4 ,in reading the following of what value is pause8 ,does it indicate distance8 ,make selections from your own reading which illustrate the importance of the pause4 ,o hark1 ,o hear6 how thin and clear1 ,and thinner1 clearer1 farther going2 ,o sweet and far1 from cliff and scar1 ,the horns of ,elfland faintly blowing6 --,,tennyson4 99 99 99 99 99 ,what is our failure here but a triumph's evidence ,for the fullness of the days8 ,have we withered or agonized8 ,why else was the pause prolonged but that singing might issue thence8 ,why rushed the discords in but that harmony should be prized8 ,sorrow is hard to bear1 and doubt is slow to clear1 ,each sufferer says his say1 his scheme of the weal and woe2 ,but ,god has a few of us whom ,he whispers in the ear2 ,the rest may reason and welcome2 'tis we musicians know4 --,,browning4 99 99 99 99 99 ,o well for the fisherman's boy1 ,that he shouts with his sister at play6 ,o well for the sailor-lad1 ,that he sings in his boat on the bay6 ,and the stately ships go on ,to their haven under the hill3 ,but oh6 for the touch of a vanished hand1 ,and the sound of a voice that is still6 ,break1 break1 break1 ,at the foot of thy crags1 ,o ,sea6 ,but the tender grace of a day that is dead ,will never come back to me4 --,,tennyson4 ,,kind ,,of ,,pauses ,pauses may be long or short1 frequent or seldom4 ,in the following exercises indicate where and what kind of pauses you would naturally have3 ,woman without her man is a brute ,speech is a jewel silence must form its setting ,silas ,marner decided to keep the child who was frozen one evening outside his house in the snow ,we will hang together or we will hang separately ,pausing is to speaking what shading is to drawing ,the perfection of art is to conceal art ,henry wrote the book ,what do you think ,i'll shave you for nothing and give you plenty to eat and something to drink ,,study ,,of ,,the ,,importance ,,of ,,tone ,when we are speaking in ordinary conversation1 or in public address1 the tones we use have much to do in making our meaning clear4 ,how often a person1 merely by the tone of his voice1 conveys an entirely different meaning than was intended4 ,he is accused of being sarcastic when he had no intention that his remark should be so regarded4 ,let us remember that in whatever state of mind we may be it is unconsciously reflected in our voice4 ,if we feel timid1 embarrassed or self-conscious it is registered in our tone when we speak4 ,on the other hand1 if we feel gay1 optimistic1 earnest and confident these moods are likewise revealed in our speech4 ,thus we find tone to be an index to character4 ,the function of tone-color is most important4 ,it reveals the subtle changes of our thoughts and feelings4 ,it can make the hearer see more clearly and feel more deeply what you say4 ,nothing so quickly reveals your sincerity of purpose as the tone of your voice4 ,it is the source of the greatest pleasure to the hearer4 ,it marks you as a cultured person4 ,and best of all it cannot be regulated by rule4 ,if you can express the tone admiration in colloquial language1 there is no reason why you cannot express it in the language of a ,browning or a ,shakespeare4 ,it is not so much what you say1 ,as the manner in which you say it2 ,it is not so much the language you use1 ,as the tones in which you convey it4 8,come here60 ,i sharply said1 ,and the baby cowered and wept2 8,come here60 ,i cooed and he looked and smiled1 ,and straight to my lap he crept4 ,the words may be mild and fair1 ,and the tones may pierce like a dart2 ,the words may be soft as the summer air1 ,and the tones may break the heart4 ,for words but come from the mind1 ,and grow by study and art2 ,but the tones leap forth from the inner self1 ,and reveal the state of the heart4 ,whether you know it or not-- ,whether you mean or care1 ,gentleness1 kindness1 love and hate1 ,envy and anger are there4 ,then would you quarrels avoid1 ,and in peace and love rejoice1 ,keep anger not only out of your words1 ,but keep it out of your voice4 --,,sarah ,,edwards ,,henshaw4 99 99 99 99 99 ,in ,part ,,ii instructions were given in word analysis and thought-grouping4 ,let the student analyze the words1 outline the thought-groups and determine just where the pause naturally falls1 and whether the interval of rest is long or short1 in the following selections4 ,he should also be able to explain just why certain groups are separated by a long1 and others by a short1 pause4 ,a ,,message ,,to ,,garcia ,,by ,,elbert ,,hubbard 7,extract from ,the ,philistine for ,march1 #ahii47 ,when war broke out between ,spain and the ,united ,states1 it was necessary to communicate quickly with the leader of the ,insurgents4 ,garcia was somewhere in the mountain fastnesses of ,cuba--no one knew where4 ,no mail or telegraph message could reach him4 ,the ,president must secure his coperation1 and quickly4 ,what to do6 ,some one said to the ,president1 8,there's a fellow by the name of ,rowan will find ,garcia for you if anybody can40 ,rowan was sent for and given a letter to be delivered to ,garcia4 ,how 8the fellow by the name of ,rowan0 took the letter1 sealed it up in an oilskin pouch1 strapped it over his heart1 in four days landed by night off the coast of ,cuba from an open boat1 disappeared into the jungle1 and in three weeks came out on the other side of the island1 having traversed a hostile country on foot1 and delivered his letter to ,garcia1 are things ,i have no special desire now to tell in detail4 ,the point ,i wish to make is this3 ,mc,kinley gave ,rowan a letter to be delivered to ,garcia2 ,rowan took the letter and did not ask 8,where is he at80 ,by the ,eternal6 there is a man whose form should be cast in deathless bronze and the statue placed in every college of the land4 ,it is not book-learning young men need1 nor instructions about this and that1 but a stiffening of the vertebr which will cause them to be loyal to a trust1 to act promptly1 concentrate their energies2 do the thing--8,carry a message to ,garcia60 ,the following is a one-minute composition by a student1 illustrating the power of tone and also of mood suspense3 ,the lion crept stealthily onward1 ever onward1 with his eyes fixedly staring at the unfortunate boy who cowered before him4 ,the boy1 trembling from head to foot1 backed slowly toward a yawning precipice4 ,he was on the edge6 ,the loose earth was slowly crumbling under his feet6 ,he was falling6 ,the earth was coming up to meet him at a terrific rate4 ,another second1 and he would be dashed to death on those rocks below6 ,then a sweet voice called to him3 8,time to get up1 ,johnnie40 ,a most striking example of the power of suspense is ,mark ,twain's story of 8,the ,golden ,arm40 ,once 'pon a time dey wuz a monsus mean man1 'en he live 'way out in de prairie all 'lone by hisself1 'cep'n he had a wife4 ,en bimeby she died1 en he tuck en toted her way out dah in de prairie en buried her4 ,well1 she had a golden arm--all solid gold1 fum de shoulder down4 ,he wuz pow'ful mean--pow'ful2 en dat night he couldn't sleep1 caze he want dat golden arm so bad4 ,when it come midnight he couldn't stan' it no mo2 so he git up1 he did1 en tuck his lantern en shoved out throo de storm en dug her up en got de golden arm2 en he bent his head down 'gin de win'1 en plowed1 en plowed1 en plowed throo de snow4 ,den all on a sudden he stop 7make a considerable pause here1 and look startled1 and take a listening attitude7 en say3 8,my lan'1 what's dat60 ,en he listen--en listen--en de win' say 7set your teeth together and imitate the wailing and wheezing singsong of the wind71 8,bzzz-z-zzz0--en den1 way back yonder whah de grave is1 he hear a voice6--he hear a voice all mix' up in de win'--can't hardly tell 'em 'part--8,bzzz-zzz--,w-h-o--g-o-t--m-y--g -o-l-d-e-n ,arm8--zzz-zzz--,w-,h-,o ,g-,o-,t ,m-,y ,g-,o-,l-,d-,e-,n ,,arm80 7,you must begin to shiver violently now47 ,en he begin to shiver en shake1 en say1 8,oh1 my6 ,oh1 my lan'6 en de win' blow de lantern out1 en de snow en sleet blow in his face en 'mos' choke him1 en he start a-plowin' knee-deep towards home mos' dead1 he so sk'yerd--en pooty soon he hear de voice agin1 en 7pause7 it is comin' after him6 ,bzzz-zzz-zzz--,w-h-o--,g-o-t--,m-y--,g- o-l-d-e-n arm80 ,when he git in de pasture he hear it agin--closter now1 en a-comin'6--a-comin' back dah in de dark en de storm--7repeat the wind and the voice74 ,when he git to de house he rush upstairs en jump in de bed en kiver up1 head and years1 en lay dah shiverin' en shakin'--en den way out dah he hear it ag'in6--en a-comin'6 ,en bimeby he hear 7pause--awed1 listening attitude7--pat--pat--pat--hit's a-comin' upstairs6 ,den he hear de latch1 en he know it's in de room6 ,den pooty soon he know it's a-standin' by his bed6 7,pause47 ,den--he know it's a-bendin' down over him--en he cain't skasely git his breath6 ,den--den--he seem to feel somethin' c-o-l-d1 right down 'most agin his head6 7,pause47 ,den de voice say1 right at his ear--8,w-h-o--g-o-t--m-y--g-o-l-d-e-n arm80 7,you must wail it out plaintively and accusingly2 then you stare steadily and impressively into the face of the farthest-gone auditor--a girl preferably--and let that awe-inspiring pause begin to build itself in the deep hush4 ,when it has reached exactly the right length1 jump suddenly at that girl and yell1 8,you've got it60 ,if you've got the pause right1 she'll fetch a dear little yelp and spring right out of her shoes4 ,but you must get the pause right2 and you will find it the most troublesome and aggravating and uncertain thing you ever undertook47 99 99 99 99 99 ,the student may give himself fine exercise by choosing any one of the following moods and writing a one-minute composition upon it4 ,then let him read it aloud with the appropriate tone3 ,admiration1 ,appeal1 ,argument1 ,comparison1 ,challenge1 ,command1 ,excitement1 ,geniality1 ,solemnity1 ,reproof1 ,modesty1 ,contempt1 ,encouragement1 ,determination1 ,affection1 ,pity1 ,joy1 ,gloom1 ,hate1 ,friendliness1 ,aspiration1 ,warning1 ,meditation1 ,horror1 ,belittlement1 ,exultation1 ,despair1 ,confusion1 ,calmness1 ,indifference1 ,suspense1 ,fear1 ,awe1 ,haste4 ,a wonderful illustration of 8,mood0 is afforded in a marvelous poem written by ,bartholomew ,dowling1 at one time the editor of ,the ,mirror1 in ,san ,francisco1 ,california4 ,it depicts the 8heroism of despair10 as1 perhaps1 it was never presented before or since in all literature4 ,without commending the sentiment expressed1 the authors give this poem a place in their volume as an incomparable example1 well worthy of prolonged study1 of the power of words to express 8mood40 ,one of the greatest dramatists the world has ever known used to read this poem aloud1 daily1 for years4 ,,hurrah ,,for ,,the ,,next ,,that ,,dies6#aj ,,by ,,bartholomew ,,dowling ,we meet 'neath the sounding rafter1 ,and the walls around are bare3 ,as they shout back our peals of laughter1 ,it seems as the dead were there4 ,then stand to your glasses6--steady6 ,we drink 'fore our comrades' eyes2 ,one cup to the dead already3 ,hurrah for the next that dies6 ,not here are the goblets glowing1 ,not here is the vintage sweet2 ',tis cold as our hearts are growing1 ,and dark as the doom we meet4 ,but stand to your glasses6--steady6 ,and soon shall our pulses rise4 ,one cup to the dead already3 ,hurrah for the next that dies6 ,there's many a hand that's shaking1 ,and many a cheek that's sunk2 ,but soon1 though our hearts are breaking1 ,they'll burn with the wine we've drunk4 ,then stand to your glasses6--steady6 ',tis here the revival lies2 ,quaff a cup to the dead already3 ,hurrah for the next that dies6 ,time was when we laughed at others2 ,we thought we were wiser then4 ,ha6 ,ha6 let them think of their mothers1 ,who hope to see them again4 ,no6 ,stand to your glasses6--steady6 ,the thoughtless is here the wise2 ,one cup to the dead already3 ,hurrah for the next that dies6 ,not a sigh for the lot that darkles1 ,not a tear for the friends that sink2 ,we'll fall 'mid the wine-cup's sparkles1 ,as mute as the wine we drink4 ,come6 ,stand to your glasses6--steady6 ',tis this that the respite buys2 ,one cup to the dead already3 ,hurrah for the next that dies6 ,who dreads to the dust returning8 ,who shrinks from the sable shore1 ,where the high and haughty yearning ,of the soul can sting no more8 ,no6 ,stand to your glasses6--steady6 ,this world is a world of lies2 ,one cup to the dead already3 ,hurrah for the next that dies6 ,cut off from the land that bore us1 ,betray'd by the land we find1 ,when the brightest are gone before us1 ,and the dullest are left behind4 ,stand6--stand to your glasses6--steady6 ',tis all we have left to prize2 ,one cup to the dead already3 ,hurrah for the next that dies6 ,,chapter ,,xi ,,how ,,to ,,read ,,poetry ,in order to avoid the 8singsong0 habit1 common to so many while reading poetry1 let us remember to make but a very delicate pause at the end of each line4 ,of course1 if the sense requires a decided pause1 one should not fail to make it4 ,browning's 8,my ,star0 is a splendid example of where but a very slight swelling of the voice is necessary to indicate the end of each line4 ,all that ,i know ,of a certain star ,is1 it can throw 7,like the angled spar7 ,now a dart of red1 ,now a dart of blue2 ,till my friends have said ,they would fain see1 too1 ,my star that dartles the red and the blue6 ,then it stops like a bird2 like a flower1 hangs furled3 ,they must solace themselves with the ,saturn above it4 ,what matter to me if their star is a world8 ,mine has opened its soul to me2 therefore ,i love it4 ,to illustrate the contrary to this let us refer to a few lines from ,riley's 8,the ,south ,wind and the ,sun10 noting that the poise of the tone is considerably longer at the end of each line4 ,and the humming-bird that hung ,like a jewel up among ,the tilted honeysuckle-horns1 ,they mesmerized and swung ,in the palpitating air1 ,drowsed with odors strange and rare1 ,and1 with whispered laughter1 slipped away ,and left him hanging there4 ,we can hardly overestimate the value of a careful study of the lyric to the student of expressive speech4 ,it demands superior powers to render a lyric adequately4 ,bertha ,kuntz ,baker1 the great ,american reader1 thus suggestively writes on this subject3 ,to clarify the diction1 go over the poem1 word by word1 conform each word carefully1 repeatedly to your ideal of that word1 giving the vowel its fullest possible value1 tucking in the consonants as clear1 light envelopes around and between the vowels4 ,,pisgah-,,sight ,,by ,,robert ,,browning ,good1 to forgive3 ,best1 to forget6 ,living1 we fret2 ,dying1 we live4 ,fretless and free1 ,soul1 clap thy pinion6 ,earth have dominion1 ,body1 o'er thee6 ,wander at will1 ,day after day1-- ,wander away1 ,wandering still-- ,soul that canst soar6 ,body may slumber3 ,body shall cumber ,soul-flight no more4 ,waft of soul's wing6 ,what lies above8 ,sunshine and ,love1 ,skyblue and ,spring6 ,body hides--where8 ,ferns of all feather1 ,mosses and heather1 ,yours be the care6 ,,dawn ,,by ,,paul ,,laurence ,,dunbar ,an angel1 robed in spotless white1 ,bent down and kissed the sleeping night4 ,night woke to blush3 the sprite was gone2 ,men saw the blush and called it ,dawn4 ,,flower ,,in ,,the ,,crannied ,,wall ,,by ,,lord ,,tennyson ,flower in the crannied wall1 ,i pluck you out of the crannies1 ,i hold you here1 root and all1 in my hand1 ,little flower--but if ,i could understand ,what you are1 root and all1 and all in all1 ,i should know what ,god and man is4 ,,the ,,worker',s ,,guerdon ,,by ,,frank ,,preston ,,smart ,expect nor fame1 nor gold1 nor any praise-- ,the world puts not its meed in every hand2 ,work on and still be thankful all thy days ,if even one shall see and understand6 ,,my ,,heart ,,leaps ,,up ,,by ,,william ,,wordsworth ,my heart leaps up when ,i behold ,a rainbow in the sky3 ,so was it when my life began2 ,so is it now ,i am a man2 ,so be it when ,i shall grow old1 ,or let me die6 ,the child is father of the man2 ,and ,i could wish my days to be ,bound each to each by natural piety4 ,when we think of melody in speech1 we immediately think of the lyric4 ,in form and in spirit it approaches nearest towards music1 for it is 8emotion all compact40 ,when we have stimulated within us a noble emotion1 we begin at once to respond in some rhythmic action1 a beat of our foot1 sway of the body1 or humming in a tuneful way4 ,there is melody in prose as well as in poetry1 only it is not so pronounced4 ,lincoln's 8,gettysburg ,address0 is a splendid example of prose-poetry4 ,we are under obligation to ,james ,raymond ,perry in the ,north ,american ,review for metrically dividing this oration3 ,four score and seven years ago ,our fathers brought forth upon this continent ,a new nation conceived in liberty ,and dedicated to the proposition ,that all men are created equal4 ,now we are engaged in a great civil war1 ,testing whether that nation1 or any nation ,so conceived and so dedicated ,can long endure4 ,we are met ,on a great battle field of that war4 ,we have come to dedicate a portion of ,that field as a final resting place ,for those who here gave their lives ,that this nation might live4 ,it is altogether fitting and proper ,that we should do this ,but in a larger sense ,we cannot dedicate1 we cannot consecrate1 ,we cannot hallow this ground4 ,the brave men1 ,living and dead1 who struggled here1 ,have consecrated it far above our power ,to add or detract4 ,the world will little note ,nor long remember what we say here1 ,but it can never forget what they did here4 ,it is for us1 the living1 rather1 to be dedicated here ,to the unfinished work which they who fought here ,have thus far so nobly advanced4 ,it is rather for us to be here dedicated ,to the great task remaining before us2 ,that from these honored dead we take ,increased devotion to that cause for which ,they gave the last full measure of devotion2 ,that we here highly resolve that these dead ,shall not have died in vain1 that this nation1 ,under ,god1 shall have a new birth of freedom2 ,and that the government of the people1 ,by the people1 and for the people1 ,shall not perish from the earth4 ,channing's 8,symphony0 is another interesting illustration of musical prose3 ,to live content with small means1 to seek elegance rather than luxury1 and refinement rather than fashion2 to be worthy1 not respectable2 and wealthy1 not rich2 to study hard1 think quietly1 talk gently1 act frankly2 to listen to stars and birds1 babes and sages1 with open heart2 to bear all cheerfully1 do all bravely1 await occasions1 hurry never2 in a word1 to let the spiritual1 unbidden and unconscious1 grow up through the common4 ,this is to be my symphony4 ,the most striking example of all is the following excerpt taken from ,ingersoll's oration entitled 8,a ,vision of ,war03 ,these heroes are dead4 ,they died for liberty--they died for us4 ,they are at rest4 ,they sleep in the land they made free1 under the flag they rendered stainless1 under the solemn pines1 the sad hemlocks1 the tearful willows1 and the embracing vines4 ,they sleep beneath the shadows of the clouds1 careless alike of sunshine or of storm1 each in the windowless palace of ,rest4 ,earth may run red with other wars3 they are at peace4 ,in the midst of battle1 in the roar of conflict1 they found the serenity of death4 ,i have one sentiment for soldiers living and dead3 ,cheers for the living2 tears for the dead4 ,,poetical ,,selections ,colloquial ,humorous ,humorous ,dialect ,pathetic ,dramatic ,sublime ,lyric ,poetry is the highest1 most beautiful and perfect verbal expression of thought allowed to man4 ,the higher the poetry the more is it permeated with elevating human emotion4 ,,colloquial ,,selections ,,in ,,poetry ,,the ,,pessimist ,,by ,,ben ,,king ,nothing to do but work1 ,nothing to eat but food1 ,nothing to wear but clothes ,to keep one from going nude4 ,nothing to breathe but air2 ,quick as a flash 'tis gone2 ,nowhere to fall but off1 ,nowhere to stand but on4 ,nothing to comb but hair1 ,nowhere to sleep but in bed1 ,nothing to weep but tears1 ,nothing to bury but dead4 ,nothing to sing but songs1 ,ah1 well1 alas6 alack6 ,nowhere to go but out1 ,nowhere to come but back4 ,nothing to see but sights1 ,nothing to quench but thirst1 ,nothing to have but what we've got2 ,thus through life we are cursed4 ,nothing to strike but a gait2 ,everything moves that goes4 ,nothing at all but common sense ,can ever withstand these woes4 ,,the ,,rivals ,,by ,,paul ,,laurence ,,dunbar ',twas three an' thirty year ago1 ,when ,i was ruther young1 you know1 ,i had my last an' only fight ,about a gal one summer night4 ',twas me an' ,zekel ,johnson2 ,zeke ',n' me 'd be'n spattin' 'bout a week1 ,each of us tryin' his best to show ,that he was ,liza ,jones's beau4 ,we couldn't neither prove the thing1 ,fur she was fur too sharp to fling ,one over fur the other one ,an' by so doin' stop the fun ,that we chaps didn't have the sense ,to see she got at our expense4 ,but that's the way a feller does1 ,fur boys is fools an' allus was2 ,an' when they's females in the game ,i reckon men's about the same4 ,well1 ,zeke an' me went on that way ,an' fussed an' quarreled day by day2 ,while ,liza1 mindin' not the fuss1 ,jest kep' a-goin' with both of us1 ,tell we pore chaps1 that's ,zeke an' me1 ,was jest plum mad with jealousy4 ,well1 fur a time we kep' our places1 ,an' only showed by frownin' faces ,an' looks 'at well our meanin' boded ,how full o' fight we both was loaded4 ,at last it come1 the thing broke out1 ,an' this is how it come about4 ,one night 7'twas fair1 you'll all agree7 ,i got ,eliza's company1 ,an' leavin' ,zekel in the lurch1 ,went trottin' off with her to church4 ,an' jest as we had took our seat1 7,eliza lookin' fair an' sweet71 ,why1 ,i jest couldn't help but grin ,when ,zekel come a-bouncin' in ,as furious as the law allows4 ,he'd jest be'n up to ,liza's house1 ,to find her gone1 then come to church ,to have this end put to his search4 ,i guess ,i laffed that meetin' through1 ,an' not a mortal word ,i knew ,of what the preacher preached er read ,er what the choir sung er said4 ,fur every time ,i'd turn my head ,i couldn't skeercely help but see ',at ,zekel had his eye on me4 ,an' he 'ud sort o' turn an' twist ,an' grind his teeth an' shake his fist4 ,i laughed1 fur la6 the hull church seen us1 ,an' knowed that suthin' was between us4 ,well1 meetin' out1 we started hum1 ,i sorter feelin' what would come4 ,we'd jest got out1 when up stepped ,zeke1 ,an' said1 8,scuse me1 ,i'd like to speak ,to you a minute40 8,cert10 said ,i-- ,a-nudgin' ,liza on the sly ,an' laughin' in my sleeve with glee1 ,i asked her1 please1 to pardon me4 ,we walked away a step er two1 ,jest to git out o' ,liza's view1 ,an' then ,zeke said1 8,i want to know ,ef you think you're ,eliza's beau1 ,an' 'at ,i'm goin' to let her go ,hum with sich a chap as you80 ,an' ,i said bold1 8,you bet ,i do40 ,then ,zekel1 sneerin'1 said 'at he ,didn't want to hender me1 ,but then he 'lowed the gal was his ,an' 'at he guessed he knowed his biz1 ,an' wasn't feared o' all my kin ,with all my friends an' chums throwed in4 ,some other things he mentioned there ,that no born man could no ways bear ,er think o' ca'mly tryin' to stan' ,ef ,zeke had be'n the bigges' man ,in town1 an' not the leanest runt ',at time an' labor ever stunt4 ,an' so ,i let my fist go 8bim40 ,i thought ,i'd mos' nigh finished him4 ,but ,zekel didn't take it so4 ,he jest ducked down an' dodged my blow ,an' then come back at me so hard1 ,i guess ,i must 'a' hurt the yard1 ,er spilet the grass plot where ,i fell1 ,an' sakes alive it hurt me2 well1 ,it wouldn't be'n so bad you see1 ,but he jest kep' a-hittin' me4 ,an' ,i hit back an' kicked an' pawed1 ,but 't seemed 'twas mostly air ,i clawed1 ,while ,zekel used his science well ,a-makin' every motion tell4 ,he punched an' hit1 why1 goodness lands1 ,seemed like he had a dozen hands4 ,well1 afterwhile1 they stopped the fuss1 ,an' some one kindly parted us4 ,all beat an' cuffed an' clawed an' scratched1 ,an' needin' both our faces patched1 ,each started hum a different way2 ,an' what o' ,liza1 do you say1 ,why1 ,liza--little humbug--darn her1 ,why1 she'd gone home with ,hiram ,turner4 --,copyright by ,dodd1 ,mead ,co41 ,new ,york1 and used by special arrangement4 ,,the ,,first ,,furrow ,,by ,,james ,j4 ,,montague ,don't you ever feel a yearnin'1 'long about this time o' year1 ,for a robin's song to tell you that the summer time is near8 ,don't you ever sort o' hanker for the blackbird's whistlin' call1 ,echoin' through the hillside orchard1 where the blossoms used to fall8 ,don't you wish that you were out there1 breathin' in the ,april air1 ,full o' glad an' careless boyhood1 an' with strength an' health to spare8 ,don't it hurt you to remember1 when the springtime comes around1 ,how the first1 long1 rollin' furrow used to wake the sleepy ground8 ,how'd you like to take the children1 born to dirty city streets1 ,out to where the brook goes pulsin' when the heart o' nature beats8 ,how'd you like to watch 'em wonder at the boomin' of the bees1 ,or to see 'em dodge the petals that are snowin' from the trees8 ,how'd you like to see their faces catch the color o' the rose1 ,as they raced across the meadow where the earliest crocus grows8 ,wouldn't it be joy to watch 'em follow on behind the plow1 ,as it cut the first brown furrow1 like it's doin' out there now8 ,,sunshine ,,by ,,fred ,,emerson ,,brooks ,some people have the sunshine1 ,while others have the rain2 ,but ,god don't change the weather ,because the folks complain4 ,don't waste your time in grumbling1 ,nor wrinkle up your brow2 ,some other soul has trouble1 ,most likely has it now4 ,when nature lies in shadow1 ,on damp and cloudy days1 ,don't blame the sun1 good people1 ,but loan a few bright rays4 ,the sun is always shining ,above the misty shroud1 ,and if your world be murky1 ,the fault lies in the cloud4 ,take sunshine to your neighbor1 ,in all you do and say2 ,have sunshine in your labor1 ,and sunshine in your play4 ,where'er the storm-cloud lowers1 ,take in the sunlight glow1 ,and ,heaven will show what flowers ,from seeds of kindness grow4 --,copyright by ,forbes ,co41 ,chicago1 and used by kind permission of author and publisher4 8,,cicely0 ,,alkali ,,station ,,by ,,bret ,,harte ,cicely says you're a poet3 maybe2 ,i ain't much on rhyme3 ,i reckon you'd give me a hundred1 and beat me every time4 ,poetry6--that's the way some chaps puts up an idee1 ,but ,i takes mine 8straight without sugar10 and that's what's the matter with me4 ,poetry6--just look round you1--alkali1 rock1 and sage2 ,sage-brush1 rock1 and alkali2 ain't it a pretty page6 ,sun in the east at mornin'1 sun in the west at night1 ,and the shadow of this 'yer station the on'y thing moves in sight4 ,poetry6--,well now--,polly6 ,polly run to your mam2 ,run right away1 my pooty6 ,by by6 ,ain't she a lamb8 ,poetry6--that reminds me o' suthin' right in that suit3 ,jest shet that door thar1 will yer8--for ,cicely's ears is cute4 ,ye noticed ,polly1--the baby8 ,a month afore she was born1 ,cicely--my old woman--was moody-like and forlorn2 ,out of her head and crazy1 and talked of flowers and trees2 ,family man yourself1 sir8 ,well1 you know what a woman be's4 ,narvous she was1 and restless1--said that she 8couldn't stay10 ,stay1--and the nearest woman seventeen miles away4 ,but ,i fixed it up with the doctor1 and he said he would be on hand1 ,and ,i kinder stuck by the shanty1 and fenced in that bit o' land4 ,one night1--the tenth of ,october1--,i woke with a chill and fright1 ,for the door it was standing open1 and ,cicely warn't in sight1 ,but a note was pinned on the blanket1 which said that she 8couldn't stay10 ,but had gone to visit her neighbor1--seventeen miles away4 ,when and how she stampeded1 ,i didn't wait for to see1 ,for out in the road1 next minit1 ,i started as wild as she3 ,running first this way and that way1 like a hound that is off the scent1 ,for there warn't no track in the darkness to tell me the way she went4 ,i've had some mighty mean moments afore ,i kem to this spot1-- ,lost on the plains in '#ej1 drowned almost1 and shot2 ,but out on this alkali desert1 a hunting a crazy wife1 ,was ra'ly as on-satis-factory as anything in my life4 8,cicely6 ,cicely6 ,cicely60 ,i called1 and ,i held my breath1 ,and 8,cicely60 came from the canyon1--and all was as still as death4 ,and 8,cicely6 ,cicely6 ,cicely60 came from the rocks below1 ,and jest but a whisper of 8,cicely60 down from them peaks of snow4 ,i ain't what you call religious1--but ,i jest looked up to the sky1 ,and--this 'yer's to what ,i'm coming1 and maybe ye think ,i lie3 ,but up away to the east'ard1 yaller and big and far1 ,i saw of a suddent rising the singlerist kind of star4 ,big and yaller and dancing1 it seemed to beckon to me3 ,yaller and big and dancing1 such as you never see3 ,big and yaller and dancing1--,i never saw such a star1 ,and ,i thought of them sharps in the ,bible1 and ,i went for it then and thar4 ,over the brush and bowlders ,i stumbled and pushed ahead3 ,keeping the star afore me1 ,i went wharever it led4 ,it might hev been for an hour1 when suddent and peart and nigh1 ,out of the yearth afore me thar riz up a baby's cry4 ,listen6 thar's the same music2 but her lungs they are stronger now ,than the day ,i packed her and her mother1--,i'm derned if ,i jest know how4 ,but the doctor kem the next minit1 and the joke o' the whole thing is ,that ,cis4 never knew what happened from that very night to this6 ,but ,cicely says you're a poet1 and maybe you might1 some day1 ,jest sling her a rhyme 'bout a baby that was born in a curious way1 ,and see what she says2 but1 old fellow1 when you speak of the star1 don't tell ,as how 'twas the doctor's lantern1--for maybe 'twon't sound so well4 --,copyright by ,houghton ,mifflin ,co41 ,boston1 and used by their kind permission4 ,,an ,,order ,,for ,a ,,picture ,,by ,,alice ,,cary ,o good painter1 tell me true1 ,has your hand the cunning to draw ,shapes of things that you never saw8 ,ay8 ,well1 here is an order for you4 ,woods and cornfields1 a little brown1-- ,the picture must not be over-bright1-- ,yet all in the golden and gracious light ,of a cloud1 when the summer sun is down4 ,alway and alway1 night and morn1 ,woods upon woods1 with fields of corn ,lying between them1 not quite sere1 ,and not in the full thick1 leafy bloom1 ,when the wind can hardly find breathing-room ,under their tassels1--cattle near1 ,biting shorter the short green grass1 ,and a hedge of sumach and sassafras1 ,with bluebirds twittering all around1-- 7,ah1 good painter1 you can't paint sound7-- ,these and the house where ,i was born1 ,low and little1 and black and old1 ,with children1 many as it can hold1 ,all at the windows1 open wide1-- ,heads and shoulders clear outside1 ,and fair young faces all ablush3 ,perhaps you may have seen1 some day1 ,roses crowding the selfsame way1 ,out of a wilding1 wayside bush4 ,listen closer4 ,when you have done ,with woods and cornfields and grazing herds1 ,a lady1 the loveliest ever the sun ,looked down upon1 you must paint for me2 ,oh1 if ,i only could make you see ,the clear blue eyes1 the tender smile1 ,the sovereign sweetness1 the gentle grace1 ,the woman's soul1 and the angel's face ,that are beaming on me all the while6-- ,i need not speak these foolish words3 ,yet one word tells you all ,i would say1-- ,she is my mother3 you will agree ,that all the rest may be thrown away4 ,two little urchins at her knee ,you must paint1 sir3 one like me1-- ,the other with a clearer brow1 ,and the light of his adventurous eyes ,flashing with boldest enterprise3 ,at ten years old he went to sea1-- ,god knoweth if he be living now1-- ,he sailed in the good ship ,commodore1-- ,nobody ever crossed her track ,to bring us news1 and she never came back4 ,ah1 'tis twenty long years and more ,since that old ship went out of the bay ,with my great-hearted brother on her deck2 ,i watched him till he shrank to a speck1 ,and his face was toward me all the way4 ,bright his hair was1 a golden brown1 ,the time we stood at our mother's knee3 ,that beauteous head1 if it did go down1 ,carried sunshine into the sea4 ,out in the fields one summer night ,we were together1 half afraid ,of the corn leaves rustling1 and of the shade ,of the high hills1 stretching so far and still1-- ,loitering till after the low little light ,of the candle shone through the open door1 ,and over the haystack's pointed top1 ,all of a tremble1 and ready to drop1 ,the first half-hour1 the great yellow star ,that we with staring1 ignorant eyes1 ,had often and often watched to see ,propped and held in its place in the skies ,by the fork of a tall1 red mulberry tree1 ,which close in the edge of our flax-field grew1-- ,dead at the top--just one branch full ,of leaves1 notched round1 and lined with wool1 ,from which it tenderly shook the dew ,over our heads1 when we came to play ,in its handbreadth of shadow1 day after day3-- ,afraid to go home1 sir2 for one of us bore ,a nest full of speckled and thin-shelled eggs1-- ,the other1 a bird held fast by the legs1 ,not so big as a straw of wheat3 ,the berries we gave her she wouldn't eat1 ,but cried and cried1 till we held her bill1 ,so slim and shining1 to keep her still4 ,,one1 ,,two1 ,,three ,,by ,,henry ,c4 ,,bunner ,it was an old1 old1 old1 old lady1 ,and a boy who was half-past three1 ,and the way that they played together ,was beautiful to see4 ,she couldn't go running and jumping1 ,and the boy1 no more could he2 ,for he was a thin little fellow1 ,with a thin little twisted knee4 ,they sat in the yellow sunlight1 ,out under the maple tree2 ,and the game that they played ,i'll tell you1 ,just as it was told to me4 ,it was hide-and-go-seek they were playing1 ,though you'd never have known it to be-- ,with an old1 old1 old1 old lady1 ,and a boy with a twisted knee4 ,the boy would bend his face down ,on his one little sound right knee1 ,and he'd guess where she was hiding1 ,in guesses ,one1 ,two1 ,three4 8,you are in the china closet60 ,he would cry1 and laugh with glee4 ,it wasn't the china closet2 ,but he still had ,two and ,three4 8,you are up in papa's big bedroom1 ,in the chest with the queer old key60 ,and she said3 8,you are warm and warmer2 ,but you're not quite right10 said she4 8,it can't be the little cupboard ,where ,mamma's things used to be1 ,so it must be the clothespress1 ,gran'ma60 ,and he found her with his ,three4 ,then she covered her face with her fingers1 ,that were wrinkled and white and wee1 ,and she guessed where the boy was hiding1 ,with a ,one and a ,two and a ,three4 ,and they never had stirred from their places1 ,right under the maple tree-- ,this old1 old1 old1 old lady1 ,and the boy with a lame little knee2 ,this dear1 dear1 dear old lady1 ,and the boy who was half-past three4 ,,reciprocity ,,by ,h4 ,,bedford-,,jones ,would you have men play square with you1 ,play fair with you1 and bear with you ,in all the little weaknesses so easy to condemn8 ,then simply try to do the same-- ,hold up your head and play the game1 ,and when the others are to blame ,be sure to bear with them6 ,would you have men1 when new to you1 ,be true to you and do to you ,the things that faith and brother-love and nothing else impel8 ,then give them faith and brother-love ,and set sincerity above ,all other things--and it will prove ,that you have builded well6 ,,the ,,young ,,tramp ,,by ,,chas4 ,f4 ,,adams ,hello1 thar1 stranger6 ,whar yer frum8 ,come in and make yerself ter hum6 ,we're common folks1 ain't much on style2 ,come in and stop a little while2 ',twon't do no harm ter rest yer some4 ,youngster1 yer pale1 and don't look well6 ,what1 way from ,bosting8 ,naow1 dew tell6 ,why1 that's a hundred mile or so2 ,what started yer1 ,i'd like ter know1 ,on sich a tramp2 got goods ter sell8 ,no home1 no friends8 ,naow that's too bad6 ,wall1 cheer up1 boy1 and don't be sad1-- ,wife1 see what yer can find ter eat1 ,and put the coffee on ter heat1-- ,we'll fix yer up all right1 my lad4 ,willing ter work1 can't git a job1 ,and not a penny in yer fob8 ,wall1 naow1 that's rough1 ,i dew declare6 ,what1 tears8 ,come1 youngster1 ,i can't bear ,ter see yer take on so1 and sob4 ,how came yer so bad off1 my son8 ,father was killed8 ',sho'2 whar8 ,bull ,run8 ,why1 ,i was in that scrimmage1 lad1 ,and got used up1 too1 pretty bad2 ,i shan't forgit old 'sixty-one6 ,so yer were left in ,bosting1 hey6 ,a baby when he went away8 ,those ,bosting boys were plucky1 wife1 ,yer know one of 'em saved my life1 ,else ,i would not be here to-day4 ',twas when the 8,black ,horse ,cavalcade0 ,swept down on our small brigade1 ,i got the shot that made me lame1 ,when down on me a trooper came1 ,and this 'ere chap struck up his blade4 ,poor feller6 ,he was stricken dead2 ,the trooper's sabre cleaved his head4 ,joe ,billings was my comrade's name1 ,he was a ,bosting boy1 and game6 ,i almost wished ,i'd died1 instead4 ,why1 lad6 what makes yer tremble so8 ,your father6 what1 my comrade ,joe8 ,and you his son8 ,come ter my heart4 ,my home is yours2 ,i'll try in part1 ,ter pay his boy the debt ,i owe4 ,,hullo6 ,,by ,,sam ,,walter ,,foss ,when you see a man in woe1 ,walk straight up and say1 8,hullo60 ,say 8,hullo60 and 8,how d'ye do8 ,how's the world been using you80 ,slap the fellow on his back1 ,bring your hand down with a whack6 ,waltz straight up and don't go slow1 ,shake his hand and say 8,hullo60 ,is he clothed in rags8 ,oh1 ho4 ,walk straight up and say 8,hullo60 ,rags are but a cotton roll ,just for wrapping up a soul2 ,and a soul is worth a true ,hale and hearty 8,how d'ye do80 ,don't wait for the crowd to go4 ,walk straight up and say 8,hullo60 ,when big vessels meet1 they say1 ,they salute and sail away2 ,just the same as you and me1 ,lonely ships upon the sea1 ,each one sailing his own jog ,for a port beyond the fog2 ,let your speaking trumpet blow1 ,lift your horn and cry1 8,hullo60 ,say 8,hullo60 and 8,how d'ye do80 ,other folks are good as you4 ,when you leave your house of clay1 ,wandering in the far away1 ,when you travel through the strange ,country far beyond the range1 ,then the souls you've cheered will know ,who you be1 and say 8,hullo60 ,,columbus ,,by ,,arthur ,,hugh ,,clough ,how in heaven's name did ,columbus get over1 ,is a pure wonder to me1 ,i protest1 ,cabot1 and ,raleigh1 too1 that well-read rover1 ,frobisher1 ,dampier1 ,drake1 and the rest2 ,bad enough all the same1 ,for them that after came2 ,but in great heaven's name1 ,how he should think ,that on the other brink ,of this wild waste1 terra firma should be1 ,is a pure wonder1 ,i must say1 to me4 ,how a man should ever hope to get thither1 ,e'en if he knew that there was another side2 ,but to suppose he should come any whither1 ,sailing straight on into chaos untried1 ,in spite of the motion1 ,across the whole ocean1 ,to stick to the notion ,that in some nook or bend ,of a sea without end1 ,he should find ,north and ,south ,america1 ,was a pure madness1 indeed1 ,i must say4 ,what if wise men had1 as far back as ,ptolemy1 ,judged that the earth like an orange was round1 ,none of them ever said1 ,come along1 follow me1 ,sail to the ,west1 and the ,east will be found4 ,many a day before ,ever they'd come ashore ,sadder and wiser men1 ,they'd have turned back again2 ,and that he did not1 but did cross the sea1 ,is a pure wonder1 ,i must say1 to me4 --,copyright by ,macmillan ,co41 ,new ,york1 and used by arrangement4 ,,the ,,usual ,,way ,,anonymous ,there was once a little man1 and his rod and line he took1 ,for he said1 8,i'll go a-fishing in the neighboring brook40 ,and it chanced a little maiden was walking out that day1 ,and they met--in the usual way4 ,then he sat down beside her1 and an hour or two went by1 ,but still upon the grassy brink his rod and line did lie2 8,i thought10 she shyly whispered1 8you'd be fishing all the day60 ,and he was--in the usual way4 ,so he gravely took his rod in hand and threw the line about1 ,but the fish perceived distinctly he was not looking out2 ,and he said1 8,sweetheart1 ,i love you10 but she said she could not stay1 ,but she did--in the usual way4 ,then the stars came out above them1 and she gave a little sigh ,as they watched the silver ripples like the moments running by2 8,we must say good-by10 she whispered by the alders old and gray4 ,and they did--in the usual way4 ,and day by day beside the stream1 they wandered to and fro1 ,and day by day the fishes swam securely down below1 ,till this little story ended1 as such little stories may1 ,very much--in the usual way4 ,and now that they are married1 do they always bill and coo8 ,do they never fret and quarrel1 like other couples do8 ,does he cherish her and love her8 ,does she honor and obey8 ,well1 they do--in the usual way4 ,,humorous ,,selections ,,in ,,poetry ,,little ,,miss ,,study ,,and ,,little ,,miss ,,play ,,by ,,fred ,,emerson ,,brooks ,little ,miss ,study and little ,miss ,play1 ,each came to the school from an opposite way2 ,while little ,miss ,study could always recite1 ,this little ,miss ,play hardly ever was right2 ,for little ,miss ,study found she could do more ,by learning her lessons the evening before2 ,but1 fond of a frolic1 this little ,miss ,play ,would put off her lessons until the next day4 ,at the head of her class ,miss ,study was put1 ,while little ,miss ,play had to stay at the foot6 ,thus little ,miss ,study and little ,miss ,play ,went onward through life--in an opposite way4 --,copyright by ,forbes ,co41 ,chicago1 and used by kind permission of author and publisher4 ,a ,,similar ,,case ,,anonymous ,jack1 ,i hear you've gone and done it1-- ,yes1 ,i know2 most fellows will2 ,went and tried it once myself1 sir1 ,though you see ,i'm single still4 ,and you met her--did you tell me-- ,down at ,newport1 last ,july1 ,and resolved to ask the question ,at a soiree8--,so did ,i4 ,i suppose you left the ball-room1 ,with its music and its light2 ,for they say ,love's flame is brightest ,in the darkness of the night4 ,well1 you walked along together1 ,overhead1 the starlit sky2 ,and ,i'll bet--old man1 confess it-- ,you were frightened4--,so was ,i4 ,so you strolled along the terrace1 ,saw the summer moonlight pour1 ,all its radiance on the waters1 ,as they rippled on the shore1 ,till at length you gathered courage1 ,when you saw that none was nigh-- ,did you draw her close and tell her1 ,that you loved her8--,so did ,i4 ,well1 ,i needn't ask you further1 ,and ,i'm sure ,i wish you joy1 ,think ,i'll wander down and see you ,when you're married1--eh1 my boy8 ,when the honeymoon is over ,and you're settled down1 we'll try-- ,what8 ,the deuce you say6 ,rejected8 ,you rejected8--,so was ,i4 ,,irish ,,castles ,,by ,,fitz-,,james ,o',,brien 8,sweet ,norah1 come here1 and look into the fire2 ,maybe in its embers good luck we might see2 ,but don't come too near1 or your glances so shining1 ,will put it clean out1 like the sunbeams1 machree6 8,just look 'twixt the sods1 where so brightly they're burning1 ,there's a sweet little valley1 with rivers and trees1 ,and a house on the bank1 quite as big as the squire's-- ,who knows but some day we'll have something like these8 8,and now there's a coach and four galloping horses1 ,a coachman to drive1 and a footman behind2 ,that betokens some day we will keep a fine carriage1 ,and dash through the streets with the speed of the wind40 ,as ,dermot was speaking1 the rain down the chimney1 ,soon quenched the turf-fire on the hollowed hearth-stone3 ,while mansion and carriage1 in smoke-wreaths evanished1 ,and left the poor dreamer dejected and lone4 ,then ,norah to ,dermot1 these words softly whispered3 8',tis better to strive than to vainly desire3 ,and our little hut by the roadside is better ,than palace1 and servants1 and coach--in the fire60 ',tis years since poor ,dermot his fortune was dreaming-- ,since ,norah's sweet counsel effected its cure2 ,for1 ever since then hath he toiled night and morning1 ,and now his snug mansion looks down on the ,suir4 ,,the ,,deacon',s ,,drive ,,by ,,fred ,,emerson ,,brooks ,good ,deacon ,jones1 although a pious man1 ,was not constructed on the meager plan2 ,and he so loved the ,sabbath day of rest1 ,of all the seven deemed it far the best2 ,could he have made the year's allotment o'er1 ,he would have put in many rest-days more4 ,one ,sunday morn1 on sacred matters bent1 ,with his good wife1 to church the deacon went4 ,and since there was no fear of being late1 ,the horse slow jogged along his ,sunday gait4 ,this horse he got by trading with a ,jew1 ,and called him ,moses1--nothing else would do4 ,he'd been a race-horse in his palmy days1 ,but now had settled down1 to pious ways1-- ,save now and then backsliding from his creed1 ,when overtempted to a burst of speed4 ',twas early1 and the deacon's wife was driving1 ,while from the book the deacon hard was striving ,on sacred things to concentrate his mind-- ,the sound of clattering hoofs is heard behind2 ,old ,mose pricked up his ears and sniffed the air2 ,the deacon mused3 8,some racers1 ,i declare6 ,fast horse1 fast man1 fast speeds the life away1 ,while sluggish blood is slow to disobey60 ,he closed the book2 he'd read enough of psalms-- ,and1 looking backward1 spat upon his palms1 ,then grabbed the sagging reins3 8,land sakes alive6 ,it's late1 ,jerushee1 guess ,i'd better drive60 ,the wife suspects there's something on his mind2 ,adjusts her spectacles and looks behind3 8,pull out1 good ,silas1 let that sinner past ,who breaks the ,sabbath day by drivin' fast6 ,what pretty horses2 he's some city chap2 ,my1 how he drives2 he'll meet with some mishap6 ,be quick thar1 ,silas2 further to the side2 ,he's comin'2 thank the ,lord the road is wide6 ,jes' look at ,mose2 if he ain't in fer war6 ,say1 ,silas1 what on earth you bracin' for8 ,old man1 have you forgot what day it is80 8,git up thar1 ,mose6 ,jerushee1 mind yer biz60 8,upon my soul1 look how that nag's a-pacin'2 ,why1 ,silas1 dear1 ,i do believe you're racin'6 ,land sakes alive1 what will the people say8 ,good ,deacon ,jones a-racin'1 ,sabbath day60 8,jerushee1 now you hold yer pious tongue1 ,and save yer voice until the hymns are sung6 #8,make haste unto the ,lord2' that's the command2 ,we're bound fer church--,i trust you understand60 8,but goin' to church1 good ,silas1 racin' so1 ,will bring us into heaven mighty slow60 8,hush up1 ,jerushee1 else you'll make us late2 ,gelong thar1 ,moses--strike yer winnin' gait6 ,god gave him speed and now's his time to show it2 ,if that's a sin1 ,i never want to know it40 ,a loving wife to acquiescence used1 ,jerusha soon begins to get enthused4 ,said she3 8,don't leave the church folk disappointed1 ,nor let the ungodly beat the ,lord's anointed60 8,you're right1 ,jerushee1 thar yer head is level1 ,in life's long race the saint must beat the devil2 ,though on this ,hebrew horse depend we must ,to keep the ,christian from the sinner's dust4 ,that's right1 ,jerushee1 give old ,mose the birch1 ,fer here's a race3 ,the world ag'in' the church2 ,both ,testaments are at it fer their lives-- ,the ,old one pacin' while the ,new one drives2 ,and ,satan's found at last all he can do ,to tackle both the ,gentile and the ,jew40 ,the stranger's horses come at such a pace ,they dash ahead as if to take the race4 8,the jig is up1 ,jerushee2 guess he'll beat2 ,he's in the lead1 and ,mose is off his feet40 8,what talk is that8 ,now1 ,silas1 don't you scoff2 ,how can he jig if all his feet are off8 ,and now you say he's struck his gait at last1 ,i feared he'd strike on suthin'1 goin' so fast40 ,the stranger cries3 8,come on1 old ,sanctimony1 ,old wife1 old wagon1 and old rack-a-bony60 ,jerusha's dander's up2 ,jerusha's mad2 ,she grabs her bonnet and applies the gad4 ,and ,mose at last has struck his old-time speed2 ,for once the ,jew and ,gentile are agreed4 ,around the church the gathered country folk ,observe3 8,the ,sabbath day is bein' broke40 ,with eager eye and half-averted face1 ,though some condemn1 yet all observe the race4 8,land sakes60 cries one1 8,i'll bet ye ten t' tew ,it's ,deacon ,jones a-drivin' that ar ,jew40 8,i can't bet much1 but here's my life upon it-- ,that thar's ,jerushee--,i know her by the bonnet60 ,along the dusty road the horses speed1 ,and inch by inch old ,moses takes the lead4 ,jerusha gets excited1 now she's winning1 ,and all her former anger dies a-grinning4 8,come on1 old ,disbelief1 old ,satan's crony1 ,don't lag behind on any ceremony6 ,take my advice3 ,before you give much sass ,jes' turn yer horses out on ,sunday grass40 ,old ,mose had forged ahead at such a rate ,the ,deacon couldn't stop him at the gate2 ,the more he pulled the faster ,mose would go2 ,jerusha grabbed one line and hollered3 8,whoa60 ,which swung him in2 the buggy with a crash1 ,swinging against the horse-block1 went to smash4 ,the pastor said3 8,i hope you broke no bones1 ,although you broke the ,sabbath1 ,deacon ,jones40 8,don't blame this onto ,sile10 ,jerusha said3 8,but on that hoss2 you know he's ,jewish bred1 ,an' won't do nothin' ,saturday but rest2 ,on ,sunday he breaks loose like all possessed4 ,at least we're here and safe1 therefore rejoice1 ,but ,i shall sing no more1 ,i've strained my voice60 8,i thought 'twould break10 they heard the pastor say1 8,it has been cracked for many1 many a day40 --,copyright by ,forbes ,co41 ,chicago1 and used by kind permission of author and publisher4 ,,the ,,christmas ,,ring ,,by ,,fred ,,emerson ,,brooks ,may was pretty1 plump and pretty1 and with such a lovely soul ,that a smile lit up her features like a mental aureole4 ,people gazed in admiration--always listened--when she talked ,always made you think of roses1 but she limped whene'er she walked4 ,nothing crippled1 nothing shriveled1 nothing of the withered sort2 ,just a perfect human being1 save one leg a trifle short2 ,as though nature had intended her the rarest of her kind ,but fell short of precious matter and no substitute could find4 ,fair as polished alabaster that had wakened from its dream2 ,but so modest and retiring she held every one's esteem4 ,though her imperfection grieved her more than anybody knew1 ,yet her life was like the heavens when the stars are peeping through4 ,at first sight of her you'd fancy as you blinked your startled eyes ,you had chanced upon a seraph who had taken human guise3 ,as a man will gaze in wonder at a jewel on the ground ,ere he quite believes his senses that a treasure had been found4 ,enter handsome1 kindly ,david3 comes a stranger to the place1 ,searching for the soul of beauty hid behind a maiden face2 ,not among the belles of fashion1 not among the aimless kind1 ,could he find the perfect woman he had pictured in his mind4 ,thought to find a truer sweetheart in some pretty village lass2 ,find his lily of the valley in the higher middle class2 ,out among the quiet people where his riches were unknown1 ,some fair maid whose homely virtues would appreciate his own4 ,it was at a social function where he met the charming ,may ,and her sister1 ,belle1 the elder1 quite as handsome in her way4 ,may was sunny1 sweet and gentle--,belle was haughty and austere2 ,while ambition strode beside her just a little bit too near4 ,as a gentleman of leisure1 ,david played the friendly rle1 ,as contented as a youngster when he's at a sugar-bowl4 ,david laid no special favor upon either ,belle or ,may1 ,but he whispered things to ,cupid--told him all he had to say4 ,yet he played the gallant nobly1 exercising all his art3 ,hid behind the cunning ,cupid he deployed to hide his heart4 ,may grew ever more unselfish1 giving way to ,sister ,belle1 ,till ,dan ,cupid felt like starting in a raucous college yell4 ,belle had been the child of favor--,may the daughter of regret2 ,one the ,mount of ,delectation1 one the ,mount of ,olivet4 ,that a man preferred her sister was to ,belle almost absurd3 ,she took everything for granted--simply waiting ,david's word4 ,custom bids one ask the parents--though he heed not what they say-- ,if a lover love a lover love will get her anyway4 ,so when ,david sought permission he was just a bit obscure-- ,which was laid to nervous tension such as lovers must endure4 ,may ,i win your noblest daughter8 ,both fond parents gave consent2 ,thinking ,belle the one intended--straight to her the father went4 ,belle1 too vain to hold the secret1 poured it in the ears of ,may3 ,how the heart grows disappointed when a hope has gone astray4 ,as a graduate from college1 ,david had excuse for staying1 ,but he gave the pair no inkling of the love-game he was playing4 ,through the summer and the autumn ,david studied well his art3 ,read up ,cupid on devotion and the psychics of the heart4 ,at the ,church on ,christmas evening ,david played the ,santa ,claus3 ,telling stories to the children2 gaining laughter and applause2 ,handed out the many presents till the tree was stripped and bare2 ,gave to ,belle a jewel-sunburst which she fastened in her hair4 ,with no special gift from ,david1 ,may was getting trouble-hearted1 ,but by dint of constant smiling kept the tears from getting started4 ,in the midst of the excitement ,david cast off his disguise2 ,gave a rousing speech of greeting1 closing up with this surprise3 8,friends1 ,i have an extra present1 'tis the last one on the tree1 ,for the ,queen of ,love and ,beauty1 choice of all the world to me3 ,one with that angelic nature1 ,heaven only can bestow2 ,but with just enough of human to detain her here below4 ,i have read her secret often as the star man reads the skies1 ,till the horoscope got tangled in the flashlight of her eyes4 ,with a love beyond endurance and a wealth beyond control1 ,i have come to claim my sweetheart with the treasures of my soul4 ,as a symbol of devotion ,i have brought this solitaire-- ,for my heart is in the girdle and her name is graven there40 ,all are thrilled with expectation2 every neck is craned to see ,who possesses all these virtues2 whom the wonder maid can be4 ,down the aisle our ,david hastened--passing ,belle upon the way1 ,till he paused to place the jewel on the pretty hand of ,may4 ,with her bosom over-flowing1 ,may could utter not a word1 ,but her eyes and lips gave answer in the silence ,david heard4 ,and the tear that sorrow started changing quick to love's employ1 ,trembled on her heavy lashes like a messenger of joy4 ,while her cheek has turned to crimson1 down the drop of rapture goes1 ,stopping there awhile to glisten like a dewdrop on a rose4 ,can you measure love's emotion when a sorrow turns to bliss1 ,when a maid whose heart is broken has it mended with a kiss8 ,it is said the first known lovers--and ,i think they do it yet1 ,as first aid in pressing cases1 used their arms as tourniquet4 ,david kissed her there in public1 and he hugged her all he could2 ,may had half-way hoped he wouldn't1 then she half-way hoped he would4 ,though they broke a social custom1 none was there to make ado1 ,and the pastor's benediction1 just for once1 was just for two4 --,copyright by author and used by his kind permission4 ,,cupid ,,swallowed ,,by ,,leigh ,,hunt ,t'other day1 as ,i was twining ,roses for a crown to dine in1 ,what1 of all things1 midst the heap1 ,should ,i light on1 fast asleep1 ,but the little desperate elf1-- ,the tiny traitor1--,love himself6 ,by the wings ,i pinched him up ,like a bee1 and in a cup ,of my wine ,i plunged and sank him1 ,and d'ye think ,i did8--,i drank him6 ,faith1 ,i thought him dead4 ,not he6 ,there he lives with ten-fold glee2 ,and now this moment1 with his wings1 ,i feel him tickling my heart-strings4 ,,the ,,vinegar ,,man ,,by ,,ruth ,,comfort ,,mitchell ,the crazy old ,vinegar ,man is dead6 ,he never had missed a day before6 ,somebody went to his tumble-down shed1 by the ,haunted ,house1 and forced the door4 ,there in the litter of his pungent pans1 the murky mess of his mixing place1-- ,deep1 sticky spiders and empty cans--with the same old frown on his sour old face4 8,vinegar-,vinegar-,vinegar ,man6 ,face-us-and-chase-us-and-catch-if-you-c an6 ,pepper for a tongue6 ,pickle for a nose6 ,stick a pin in him and vinegar flows6 ,glare-at-us-swear-at-us-catch-if-you-ca n6 ,ketch-up-and-chow-chow-and-,vinegar-,ma n60 ,nothing but recipes and worthless junk2 greasy old records of paid and due2 ,but1 down in the depths of a battered old trunk1 a queer1 quaint valentine torn in two-- ,red hearts and arrows1 and silver lace1 and a prim1 dim1 ladylike script that said-- 7,oh1 ,vinegar ,man1 with the sour old face67--8,with dearest love1 from ,ellen to ,ned60 8,steal-us-and-peel-us-and-drown-us-in-b rine6 ,he pickles his heart in0--a valentine6 8,vinegar for blood6 ,pepper for tongue6 ,stick a pin in him and0--once he was young6 8,glare-at-us-swear-at-us-catch-if-you-c an60 8,with dearest love0--to the ,vinegar ,man6 ,dingy little books of profit and loss 7died about ,saturday1 so they say7 ,and a queer1 quaint valentine1 torn across 444 torn1 but it never was thrown away6 8,with dearest love from ,ellen to ,ned0--8,old ,pepper ,tongue6 ,pickles his heart in brine60 ,the ,vinegar ,man is a long time dead3 he died when he tore his valentine4 --,copyright by ,the ,century ,co41 ,new ,york1 and used by kind permission of author and publisher4 ,,his ,,favorite ,she was a dainty little maid1 ,and he was very tall2 ,they gathered all the flowers ,that grew by the garden wall4 8,my favorite is the rose10 said she1 8,do you prefer the pink8 ,perhaps you're fond of hollyhocks1 ,you're just like them1 ,i think4 8,you're rather stiff and very tall ,and nod your head just so ,for all the world like hollyhocks ,when summer breezes blow4 8,but won't you tell me what ,your favorites are8 ,for if ,i only knew10 7,the words were soft and low71 8,i'd try to raise a few40 8,my favorites10 he answered1 8,this moment ,i can see4 ,i'm looking at your two lips1-- ,will you raise tulips for me80 ,,the ,,mournful ,,tale ,,of ,,the ,,snee ,,zee ,,familee ,,by ,a4 ,j4 ,,waterhouse ,there was a little yellow man whose name it was ,ah ,cheu1 ,and every time that ,mongol sneezed he told his name to you4 ,this funny little yellow man had wedded ,tish ,ah ,chee1 ,and they1 when certain time had passed1 had children one1 two1 three4 ,there was little ,ah ,cheu ,and ,tish ,ah ,tsu1 ,and the baby was named ,ker ,chee1 ,and their ,uncle ,ker ,chawl ,and his wife were all ,of the ,snee ,zee fam-i-lee1 ,and when the mamma stood and called her children from the door1 ,you would laugh and laugh for an hour and a half if never you laughed before4 8,ah ,cheu10 she'd say in her feminine way1 8bring in little ,ker ,chee1 ,and ,tish ,ah ,tsu1 bring him in1 too1 to the ,snee ,zee fam-i-lee40 ,alas and alack6 but my voice will crack as the mournful tale ,i tell4 ,to that sweet little band in the ,mongol land a terrible fate befell4 ,on a summer day in a sportive way they called one another all1 ,and over and o'er the names they bore they would call and call and call4 ,they called ,ah ,cheu ,and ,tish ,ah ,tsu ,and the baby ,ker ,chee1 ,ker ,chee1 ,and their ,uncle ,ker ,chawl1 ,they called them all1 ,till they're dead as dead can be4 ,ah ,cheu was tough1 and was used to snuff1 so he lived at his fate to scoff1 ,but the rest are dead1 as ,i've heretofore said1 for their heads they were all sneezed off4 ,and this is the tale ,i have tried to wail of ,ah ,cheu and his little ,ker ,chee ,and ,tish ,ah ,tsu and ,ah ,chee1 too1 of the ,snee ,zee fam-i-lee4 --,from 8,lays for ,little ,chaps40 ,,to ,a ,,usurper ,,by ,,eugene ,,field ,aha6 a traitor in the camp1 ,a rebel strangely bold1-- ,a lisping1 laughing1 toddling scamp1 ,not more than four years old6 ,to think that ,i1 who've ruled alone ,so proudly in the past1 ,should be ejected from my throne ,by my own son at last6 ,he trots his treason to and fro1 ,as only babies can1 ,and says he'll be his mamma's beau ,when he's a 8,gweat1 big man60 ,you stingy boy6 you've always had ,a share in mamma's heart2 ,would you begrudge your poor old dad ,the tiniest little part8 ,that mamma1 ,i regret to see1 ,inclines to take your part1-- ,as if a dual monarchy ,should rule her gentle heart6 ,but when the years of youth have sped1 ,the bearded man1 ,i trow1 ,will quite forget he ever said ,he'd be his mamma's beau4 ,renounce your treason1 little son1 ,leave mamma's heart to me2 ,for there will come another one ,to claim your loyalty4 ,and when that other comes to you1 ,god grant her love may shine ,through all your life1 as fair and true ,as mamma's does through mine6 ,,my ,,rival ,,by ,,rudyard ,,kipling ,i go to concert1 party1 ball-- ,what profit is in these8 ,i sit alone against the wall ,and strive to look at ease4 ,the incense that is mine by right ,they burn before her shrine2 ,and that's because ,i'm seventeen ,and she is forty-nine4 ,i cannot check my girlish blush1 ,my color comes and goes2 ,i redden to my finger-tips1 ,and sometimes to my nose4 ,and she is white where white should be1 ,and red where red should shine4 ,the blush that flies at seventeen ,is fixed at forty-nine4 ,i wish ,i had her constant cheek3 ,i wish that ,i could sing ,all sorts of funny little songs1 ,not quite the proper thing4 ,i'm very gauche and very shy1 ,her jokes aren't in my line2 ,and worst of all1 ,i'm seventeen ,while she is forty-nine4 ,the young men come1 the young men go1 ,each pink and white and neat1 ,she's older than their mothers1 but ,they grovel at her feet4 ,they walk beside her rickshaw wheels-- ,none ever walk by mine2 ,and that's because ,i'm seventeen ,and she is forty-nine4 ,she rides with half a dozen men1 7,she calls them 8boys0 and 8mashers07 ,i trot along the ,mall alone2 ,my prettiest frocks and sashes ,don't help to fill my programme-card1 ,and vainly ,i repine ,from #aj to #b ,a4 ,m4 ,ah me6 ,would ,i were forty-nine6 ,she calls me 8darling10 8pet10 and 8dear10 ,and sweet 8retiring maid40 ,i'm always at the back1 ,i know1 ,she puts me in the shade4 ,she introduces me to men1 8,cast0 lovers ,i opine1 ,for sixty takes to seventeen1 ,nineteen to forty-nine4 ,but even she must older grow1 ,and end her dancing days1 ,she can't go on forever so ,at concerts1 balls and plays4 ,one ray of priceless hope ,i see ,before my footsteps shine2 ,just think1 that she'll be eighty-one ,when ,i am forty-nine4 ,,lucky ,,jim ,,by ,,fred ,,emerson ,,brooks ,a ,,forgotten ,,story ,,rewritten ,,for ,,reine ,,davies ,two jolly1 boyish chums were we ,for ,i loved ,jim and ,jim loved me1 ,we played together--went to school1 ,and learned the selfsame ,golden ,rule4 ,jim kissed the girls and so did ,i2 ,but ,jim got married on the sly4 ,the sweetest girl ,i ever knew ,her cheeks like roses wet with dew4 ,i kept my secret through the years ,and tried to drown my love in tears4 ,though oft ,i thought of suicide ,the more ,i tried the less ,i died4 ,refrain3 ,but every night ,i watched the sky ,to see the moon and stars go by ,and wondered how the angels fly ,and thought of ,jim--,my lucky ,jim-- ,and what ,i'd give to have her mine ,that ,i might worship at her shrine1 ,but she was his1 ,i'd not repine-- ,oh1 how ,i envied--envied him4 ,some secret grief ,jim sought to hide2 ,grew weak and weaker till he died ,and though ,i grieved that it was so1 ,i could not weep to see him go1 ,for joy1 not sorrow1 filled my bowl3 ',twas mine the widow to console4 ,though ,jim was dead1 ,i was alive ,to bring sweet honey to the hive4 ,i married her1 and in my glee ,was happy as a honey-bee3 ,i called her 8kitten0--,in nine days ,my eyes were opened to her ways4 ,refrain3 ,now every night ,i watch the sky ,to see the moon and stars go by ,and wonder how the angels fly ,and think of ,jim--my lucky ,jim3 ,deep lines of sorrow mar my face ,as time goes on with lagging pace ,oh1 how ,i long to take his place ,oh1 how ,i envy--envy him4 --,copyright by ,forbes ,co41 ,chicago1 and used by kind permission of author and publisher4 ,,the ,,whistling ,,boy ,,by ,,fred ,,emerson ,,brooks ,what music like the whistle of a well-contented boy1-- ,that rhythmic exhalation of an ever-present joy8 ,though the fragmentary cadence of a plain1 untutored art1 ',tis the melody of childhood1 'tis a psalm from out the heart4 ,you will never find a criminal behind an honest smile2 ,and the boy ne'er grows a villain who keeps whistling all the while1-- ,though he whistle out of tune4 ,what cares he for fickle fortune1--what the fashion may bestow8 ,in his little barefoot kingdom royalty in rags may go4 ,with an apple in his pocket and another in his mouth1 ,cares not how the wind is blowing1 whether north or whether south2 ,for he has no crops a-growing1 has no ships upon the sea2 ,and he keeps right on a-whistling1 whate'er the tune may be1-- ,for he whistles out of tune4 ',tis the early smile of ,summer creeping o'er the face of ,june1 ,even though this crude musician many times is off the tune1 ,till it bears the same resemblance to the melody that's meant1 ,that his garments do to trousers little matter how they're rent4 ,when he's very patriotic then his tune is sure to be-- ,although a bit rebellious--8,my ,country1 ',tis of ,thee60 ,which he whistles out of tune3 7,america47 ,such a vision of good nature in his cheery1 smiling face2 ,better clothes would check his freedom1 rob him of his rustic grace2 ,so he feels a trifle awkward in his brand-new ,sunday clothes1 ,while repeating to his teacher all the ,scripture that he knows4 ,out of ,sunday school he rushes1 takes his shoes off on the sly2 ,says3 8,the angels all go barefoot in the sweeter by and by60 ,which he whistles out of tune3 7,sweet ,by and ,by47 ,sometimes whistling for his playmate2 sometimes whistling for his dog1 ,on the quiet1 in the schoolhouse1 to perplex the pedagogue2 ,sometimes whistling up his courage2 often whistling just because4 ,in the ,south he whistles 8,dixie0 o'er and o'er1 without a pause1 ,till he's out of breath completely1 when it seems to be1 perchance1 ,but a knickerbocker whistle1 since it comes in little pants1-- ,for he whistles out of tune3 7,dixie47 ,should he hail from old ,new ,england you may safely bet your life ,he can whittle out a whistle with his broken-bladed knife4 ,he will play his cornstalk fiddle1 and his dog will never fail ,to show appreciation1 beating tempo with his tail2 ,then he whistles 8,yankee ,doodle0 like the tunes you often hear ,on the old farmhouse piano when the sister plays by ear1-- ,for he whistles out of tune3 7,yankee ,doodle47 ,there is many a weeping mother longing1 morning1 night1 and noon1 ,for her boy to come back whistling just the fragment of a tune2 ,but he's yonder entertaining all the angels unaware ,with a melody so human they're bound to keep him there2 ,for all that heavenly music nothing sounds to them so sweet ,as that cheery1 boyish whistle and the patter of his feet1-- ,for he whistles all in tune3 7,nearer1 ,my ,god1 to ,thee47 --,copyright by ,forbes ,co41 ,chicago1 and used by kind permission of author and publisher4 ,,the ,,little ,,peach ,,by ,,eugene ,,field ,a little peach in the orchard grew1-- ,a little peach of emerald hue2 ,warmed by the sun and wet by the dew1 ,it grew4 ,one day1 passing that orchard through1 ,that little peach dawned on the view ,of ,johnny ,jones and his sister ,sue-- ,them two4 ,up at that peach a club they threw-- ,down from the stem on which it grew ,fell that peach of emerald hue4 ,mon ,dieu6 ,john took a bite and ,sue a chew1 ,and then the trouble began to brew1-- ,trouble the doctor couldn't subdue4 ,too true6 ,under the turf where the daisies grew ,they planted ,john and his sister ,sue1 ,and their little souls to the angels flew1-- ,boo hoo6 ,what of that peach of the emerald hue1 ,warmed by the sun and wet by the dew8 ,ah1 well1 its mission on earth is through4 ,adieu6 ,,little ,,billee ,,by ,w4 ,m4 ,,thackeray ,there were three sailors of ,bristol city ,who took a boat and went to sea4 ,but first with beef and captain's biscuits ,and pickled pork they loaded she4 ,there was gorging ,jack and guzzling ,jimmy1 ,and the youngest he was little ,billee4 ,now when they got as far as the ,equator ,they'd nothing left but one split pea4 ,says gorging ,jack to guzzling ,jimmy1 8,i am extremely hungaree40 ,to gorging ,jack says guzzling ,jimmy1 8,we've nothing left1 us must eat we40 ,says gorging ,jack to guzzling ,jimmy1 8,with one another we shouldn't agree6 ,there's little ,bill1 he's young and tender1 ,we're old and tough1 so let's eat he4 8,oh6 ,billy we're going to kill and eat you1 ,so undo the button of your chemie40 ,when ,bill received this information ,he used his pocket-handkerchie4 8,first let me say my catechism1 ,which my poor mammy taught me40 8,make haste1 make haste10 says guzzling ,jimmy1 ,while ,jack pulled off his snickersnee4 ,so ,billy went up to the main-top gallant mast1 ,and down he fell1 on his bended knee4 ,he scarce had come to the twelfth commandment ,when up he jumps4 8,there's land ,i see3 8,jerusalem and ,madagascar1 ,and ,north and ,south ,amerikee2 ,there's the ,british flag a-riding at anchor1 ,with ,admiral ,napier1 ,k4 ,c4 ,b40 ,so when they got aboard of the ,admiral's ,he hanged fat ,jack and flogged ,jimmee2 ,but as for little ,bill he made him ,the ,captain of a seventy-three4 ,a ,,gallant ,,third ,,party ,,by ,,littell ,,mcclung ,a wooer1 a maid and the moon1 ,and a starry night1 you'll allow1 ,let's say in ,august or ,june1 ,though it hardly matters just now4 ,the man in the moon peered down ,with a jealous eye on the pair1 ,and his face was dark with a frown1 ,for the girl was bewitchingly fair4 8,just one10 begged the lover4 8,please1 dear1 ,don't you see ,i love only you8 ,and nobody's looking1 don't fear2 ,and you know that ,i'll ever be true40 ,but the maid saw the man in the moon1 ,and she hardly knew how to reply2 ,maybe she might pretty soon2 ,yet maybe she oughtn't to try4 ,but the chap in the sky was a brick1 ,and he saw that he shouldn't be seen1 ,so he gathered a cloud1 black and thick1 ,and set it up quick as a screen4 ,a ,,tragic ,,story ,there lived a sage in days of yore1 ,and he a handsome pigtail wore2 ,but wondered much and sorrowed more ,because it hung behind him4 ,he mused upon this curious case1 ,and swore he'd change the pigtail's place1 ,and have it hanging at his face1 ,not dangling there behind him4 ,says he1 8,the mystery ,i've found1 ,i'll turn me round40 ,he turned him round2 ,but still it hung behind him4 ,then round and round1 and out and in1 ,all day the puzzled sage did spin2 ,in vain it mattered not a pin1 ,the pigtail hung behind him4 ,and right1 and left1 and round about1 ,and up1 and down1 and in and out1 ,he turned2 but still the pigtail stout ,hung steadily behind him4 ,and though his efforts never slack1 ,and though he twist1 and twirl1 and tack1 ,alas6 still faithful to his back ,the pigtail hangs behind him4 ,,the ,,poor ,,little ,,birdies ,,by ,a4 ,j4 ,,waterhouse ,the poor little birdies that sleep in the trees1 ,going rockaby1 rockaby1 lulled by the breeze2 ,the poor little birdies1 they make me feel bad1 ,oh1 terribly1 dreadfully1 dismally sad1 ,for--think of it1 little one2 ponder and weep-- ,the birdies must stand when they sleep1 when they sleep2 ,and their poor little legs-- ,i am sure it is so-- ,they ache1 and they ache1 ,for they're weary1 you know4 ,and that is the reason that far in the night ,you may hear them say 8,dear-r-r60 if you listen just right1 ,for the poor little birdies must sleep on the bough1 ,and they want to lie down1 but they do not know how4 ,just think of it1 darling2 suppose you must stand ,on those little brown legs1 all so prettily planned2 ,suppose you must stand when you wanted to sleep1 ,i am sure you would call for your mamma and weep1 ,and your poor little legs1 they would cramp1 ,i have guessed1 ,and your poor little knees1 they would call for a rest2 ,and you'd cry1 ,i am sure1 ,for so weary you'd be2 ,and you'd want to lie down1 ,but you couldn't1 you see4 ,and that is the reason why we should feel bad ,for the poor little birdies1 who ought to be glad2 ,for they want to lie down as they sleep on the bough2 ,they want to lie down1 but they don't know how4 --,copyright by ,harr ,wagner ,co41 ,san ,francisco1 and used by kind permission4 ,,the ,,funeral ,,at ,,paradise ,,bar ,,by ,,paul ,,shoup ,about four o'clock in the morning1 ,uncle ,hank ,witherspoon would climb up on the box while the sun was tossing a few experimental shafts of light across the canyon1 and1 watching with pride and satisfaction the leaders dancing little dust clouds out of the stage road1 would remark to bystanders who turned up their coat collars and talked politics to keep warm3 8,some men are born hostlers2 you see it by the way they lifts a hoss's foot2 some sabes how to ride1 and most gin'r'lly they overruns their boots'n their spurs is bright2 and then there be others that are fine at hoofin' it and lambastin' a pack train with a rawhide an' one hundred choice selections from two langidges2 but as for me1 my special speci-ality is just plain drivin' of a stage2 a stage with four hosses2 just that and nothin' more40 ,with that ,uncle ,hank would loosen his whip1 the leaders would rear like chargers on a monument1 the wheel horses would gather their feet under them--and down the road1 pitching1 swaying1 leaving behind them a wall of dust1 would go the famous ,mokelumne stage1 while half the population of ,paradise ,bar--they were early risers in the camp--would stand with hands in pockets1 staring after in silent admiration4 ,uncle ,hank was wiry and grizzled and storm-beaten2 his pointed beard stood out at a strong angle to his determined nose2 his eyes were of a mild and pleasant blue1 but the fire in them awaited only the flint4 ,his laugh was merry1 but he had a voice that would make the most obstreperous horse remember that he was but as the dust of the earth before this master4 ,uncle ,hank was at the helm of the transportation system of ,paradise ,bar2 he and his stage the connecting link between camp and civilization1 the latter represented by the county seat1 ,meadow ,lark4 ,uncle ,hank1 recognizing his importance in both communities1 and especially in ,paradise ,bar1 was as gracious as an only hope--he was never forlorn4 ,he was an absolute dictator1 it was true2 he even decided the locations of the passengers on the stage1 and settled disputes as to outside and inside4 ,but he was autocratic wisely1 and there was really no reason why he should have been called upon to divide his sovereignty4 ,yet1 one sad day the ,alladin ,bonanza ,company built a lumber road down from ,paradise ,bar to ,lone ,pine4 ,at ,lone ,pine the new road connected with the line of the ,gray ,eagle ,stage ,company1 which1 as ,uncle ,hank put it1 flopped its way up from ,meadow ,lark4 ,so1 when the ,gray ,eagle extended its tri-weekly service from ,lone ,pine to ,paradise ,bar1 trouble outcropped on ,uncle ,hank's trail at once4 ,george ,william ,pike1 of the ,upper ,basin1 was the driver to whom ,uncle ,hank referred as the dry goods clerk who handled the ribbons for the opposition corporation4 ,george ,william surmised here and there and elsewhere1 when he cornered an audience1 that the new route was two miles the shorter1 and the grade1 calculating ups and downs1 at least five per cent better4 ,the report reached ,uncle ,hank by air line1 of course4 ,he was silent a little while1 and then with elaborate courtesy thanked his informant1 adding that he was greatly obliged1 not for the news itself1 but because he had for a long time been trying to recollect the name of the chap who left ,placerville after trying circumstances without advising his bondsmen4 ,it was indeed strange that a man caught stealing garments from a poor washerwoman's clothes line should be directing horses2 remarkably odd1 when it was evident that he was cut out for a ,chinaman and not a stage driver4 ,so saying1 ,uncle ,hank awoke an echo unusually far off1 making it jump startled from the hillside at the crack of his whip1 and drove on4 ,there was some difference of opinion in ,paradise ,bar concerning the merits of the two lines2 so long as they ran on different days and at different hours1 the question could not be satisfactorily settled1 and the ,bright ,light kept open an hour later in the evening to permit a full discussion of the subject--thereby saving shutting up at all4 ,the real trouble began when the ,gray ,eagle line1 perceiving that ,uncle ,hank continued to carry the larger part of the business1 borrowed his schedule and started to operate upon it with their new yellow coach with vermillion trimmings and four white horses1 to say nothing of ,george ,william ,pike with his curled mustache1 red necktie and stand-up collar4 ,he would have worn a silk hat too--the owners of the line were aristocrats1 with ideas and winter residences in ,lunnon--but ,morosin' ,jones who squirmed his shoulders and clasped his hands like an awkward maid of fifteen when he talked1 begged him to desist2 he1 ,morosin'1 had such an unconquerable inclination to perforate high hats with his forty-four wherever they might be4 ,george ,william wisely desisted4 ,uncle ,hank's stage had nothing but a faint recollection of paint1 and was written over with history recorded by bullet holes2 the harness was apt to be patched1 and ,nebuchadnezzar1 the off leader1 was wall-eyed1 and his partner1 ,moloch1 sway-backed and short maned4 ,of the wheel horses1 one was a gray with hoofs that needed constant paring2 the other had the appearance of a whitewashed house at which mud had been flung with startling effect4 ,of the two1 ,rome and ,athens1 no god could have decided which was entitled to the palm of ugliness2 but ,uncle ,hank1 who loved them all with the love a man may have for a homely dog1 declared that the wheel-horses were beauty spots in nature alongside the leaders4 ,it was a memorable morning on which the two stages left ,paradise ,bar together4 ,the yellow stage1 with its nickel-plated harness and white horses and tan-gloved driver1 started three minutes first2 and then1 as if gathering up his horses and the stage and the reins altogether1 ,uncle ,hank went down the line4 ,it was a lively experience for the passengers2 bends they went around on two wheels1 creeks they took at a leap1 bowlders and ruts only they avoided1 and that because a scientist was using his science4 ,the grade of the other line must have been at that time very good1 for ,uncle ,hank had been only four minutes hitched in front of the ,elysium ,hotel when the other stage drew up4 ,it was true that he picked his teeth as if he had been in to lunch1 and casually enquired of a passenger1 so that ,george ,william might hear1 if they had stopped for dinner on the road1 or did they expect to get it at the hotel2 whereat the passenger1 jolted and jarred beyond good manners1 roared3 8,stop for dinner6 ,great ,scott6 ,we stopped for nothing--bowlders1 rivers1 landslides and precipices2 if his ,satanic ,majesty was after us1 he found the worst trail he ever traveled--and ,i can't imagine what other reason there could be for such driving40 ,the passenger went into the hotel4 ,george ,william said something below his breath1 and ,uncle ,hank smiled4 ,alas for vanity6 ,ever it goes before a stumble1 a broken spring or a sick horse4 ,the stages had different schedules for the upward trip1 but on the next journey downward disaster overtook ,uncle ,hank4 ,seven of the nine hours' ride were accomplished1 and the stage was at the mouth of the canyon4 ,here a point of rock thrusts itself forward1 marking a sharp turn in the road4 ,around this turn galloped the horses1 and twenty feet before him1 sunning itself in the road1 ,moloch saw an eleven-button rattler4 ,he knew what that meant1 and sat down and slid with all four feet plowing the mountain road4 ,they stopped short of the snake1 that had coiled and awaited their coming1 and then perceiving the enemy otherwise engaged1 had wisely slipped into the manzanitas by the roadside4 ,fifteen precious minutes were used in repairing the disaster to the harness--and the race was lost4 ,that night1 for the first time in the ten years in which he had been the oracle of two communities1 ,uncle ,hank1 instead of telling stories and expounding wisdom for the benefit of the unenlightened below1 went up to his room immediately after dinner and retired without lighting his candle4 ,george ,william put on a new pink necktie and his beloved silk hat1 and went about1 stepping high like one of his white horses1 but casting wary glances abroad for the appearance of one ,morosin' ,jones1 who was coy and fidgety and could perforate a dollar at one hundred feet4 ,in ,paradise ,bar every game was settled by the best two out of three4 ,life was too feverish and too short to await three out of five1 and it was against the principles of the camp to leave any questions undecided4 ,therefore1 it was tacitly understood that the winner of the next race would be the standard of comparison thereafter in matters pertaining to travel4 ,other stage lines would be second-class1 ranking just above a mule train4 ,there was another reason3 ,paradise ,bar was exceedingly fond of excitement1 but it had no mind to risk its neck in stage racing down the mountain-side forever and ever2 precipices yawned too many invitations4 ,the personal feeling and the betting both heavily favored ,uncle ,hank1 both gratifying and troubling to him4 ,there is little doubt that in the third race1 under fair conditions1 ,uncle ,hank would have won2 he would either have won or gone over a precipice4 ,but ,rome1 who had never before been known to have anything the matter with him save an abnormal appetite for grain1 fell slightly lame4 ,all day before the race1 ,uncle ,hank worried over this1 all night he tossed in his blankets1 and was only partly relieved the next day when ,rome appeared again to be all right1 and ate hay as if under the impression that the sun was shining and there was plenty more being made4 ,the last two days had greatly changed ,uncle ,hank2 he carried his head so that his beard touched his breast2 his hat was slouched low over his eyes2 he kept his hands in his pockets and spoke in monosyllables4 ,he ate little and had a far-away look in his blue eyes4 ,he saw his fame departing1 his reputation collapsing1 all that a man may build in this life1 whether he creates empires or digs post-holes1 crumbling--the reputation of 8being onto his job40 ,the next morning with the fear of that lameness in his heart1 ,uncle ,hank hitched up and drove down the main street4 ,he saw the yellow stage also ready4 ,there was no evidence of lameness in ,rome as he drove up to the door of the express office1 nor when the stage stopped at the ,record ,nugget for the hotel passengers4 ,uncle ,hank's despondent face became more cheerful2 he looked older and grayer and even bent a little that morning1 but he climbed up on the box with his old-time energy4 ,his courage and spirit were never to be doubted2 only that lameness in ,rome worried him4 ,he gathered up the lines and loosened his whip2 but the four did not go with their accustomed dashing display4 ,instead there was confusion and hesitation2 in fifteen yards the slight lameness of the right wheel horse was apparent1 and ,uncle ,hank drew up4 ,he dropped the lines1 and for a moment his face was in his hands4 ,the other stage had gone4 ,nothing could ever convince the public satisfactorily1 he thought1 that after starting he had not given up the race through fear4 ,the limp was scarcely apparent4 ,he perhaps would not have noticed it for some miles had it not been for his haunting dread and the false start4 ,yet he knew what it would mean before the level was reached--a steep down grade and he would have to go walking into ,meadow ,lark1 a loser by an hour4 ,uncle ,hank1 a broken old man1 climbed down from the stage4 8,take 'em1 ,george10 he said to the hostler4 8,there won't be no stage down to-day40 ,he said no more1 but passed amid a dead silence along the road through the population of ,paradise ,bar which had turned out to see the beginning of the deciding race4 ,some guessed at the reason2 and to all it became apparent when the horses were taken back to the stable and carefully examined4 ,that day ,uncle ,hank did not appear1 nor the next2 ,so ,bob ,allen went up to his cabin in the evening and1 receiving no response to his knocking1 kicked open the door and went in4 ,uncle ,hank lay in his bunk1 his face to the wall4 ,to ,bob's expressions of sympathy and encouraging remarks1 he made no reply2 they were to him as the expressions engraved on tombstones1 and but added bitterness now4 ,to his arguments1 ,uncle ,hank vouchsafed single words in return1 and never turned his face from the wall4 ,from sympathy to argument1 from argument he drifted into bulldozing2 alluded to ,uncle ,hank as a man afraid of things1 among which he specified a large number in language that ,i will not reproduce2 and when three connected words was the most he could get out of ,uncle ,hank even by this1 ,bob knew the case was desperate1 and retired1 defeated4 ,the friends of ,uncle ,hank1 the entire population of ,paradise ,bar1 gravely discussed the situation4 ,it was unanimously decided that the yellow stage should thereafter stop outside of the camp limits1 and ,morosin' ,jones publicly announced1 his shoulders working up and down most nervously1 that ,george ,william would immediately cease from wearing stand-up collars and red neckties2 he would come into camp with a slouch hat1 a flannel shirt and teamster's warranted-to-wear gloves--or it was quite likely he would never go out again4 ,this statement met with the silent approval of the entire assemblage2 and ,george ,william1 hearing of it1 puzzled and bewildered1 wisely refrained from coming into the camp limits at all1 but remained by the stage4 ,he explained in ,meadow ,lark that ,paradise ,bar had gone crazy2 and a cheerful miner from that camp acquiesced1 but added that some of the lunatics were not yet corralled1 but still straying about2 and said it looking so significantly at ,george ,william that the latter went home and hunted up a flannel shirt at once4 ,the next morning a committee waited on ,uncle ,hank1 prepared with arguments that would show him the error of broken-heartedness--the easiest thing in the world to cure if its victims would but live to tell us of it4 ,uncle ,hank still lay with his face to the wall1 and in a little while the news was abroad in the camp that ,uncle ,hank1 still with his face to the wall1 had resolutely died4 ,it was a gray day in ,paradise ,bar2 the melodion in the ,red ,light was hushed2 friends nodded instead of speaking as they passed by2 the camp began to realize what it had lost4 ,it was determined1 as a last mark of the camp's esteem for ,uncle ,hank1 to make the journey to the place of the final tie-up simple but impressive4 ,no formal meeting was held2 the boys just gathered together and acted on a common idea4 ,the whole camp would be in the procession1 and they would go down to ,meadow ,lark over the old familiar road4 ,uncle ,hank's stage carrying the old stage-driver1 would be at the head1 of course2 then there was an awkward pause4 ,more than one felt that it would add to the dignity of the occasion to have two stages1 but finally1 when ,major ,wilkerson arose and suggested that the ,gray ,eagle stage1 carrying leading citizens1 be placed next1 there was a murmur of dissent4 ,then ,bob ,allen arose in his place and made the only known speech of his life3 8,friends1 you are on the wrong trail and will hit a blind canyon1 certain4 ,of course we should have the other stage1 and ,pike to drive it4 ,uncle ,hank wasn't the kind of a man to carry jealousy with him into camp4 ',twasn't being beat by ,pike that broke ,uncle ,hank's heart2 it was partly p'haps being beat at all1 and partly1 to my way of thinkin'1 because ,paradise ,bar didn't stand behind him4 ,that was the main reason1 gentlemen2 he just died of pure lonesomeness4 ,when this yaller ve-hicle comes into camp1 does we say to it3 #8,you're purty and you're new1 and probably your springs is all right and maybe your road2 but you might jest as well pass on4 ,do you observe this old stage with its paint wore off and its bullet holes8 ,do you see that it's down a little on one side and some of the spokes is new and some are old8 ,do you know that these four old hosses have been whoopin' her up for ,paradise ,bar and for nothin' else these ten years--and a sunshiny day and one chuck full of snow and sleet was all the same to them8 ,be you aware that this is our ,uncle ,hank1 and that he has been workin' our lead for us these fifteen years1 and never lost a dollar or a pound of stuff or spilled a passenger1 or asked one of the boys to hoof it because he hadn't no dinero8 ,those bullet holes--men behind masks made 'em1 but ,uncle ,hank never tightened a ribbon for the whole caboodle4 ,the paint's been knocked off that stage in our service1 and it's ours4 ,therefore1 though you be yaller and handsome1 with consid'ble silver plate1 we can't back you against our own flesh and blood4 ,and that settles it4' ,did we talk that way1 boys8 ,no1 we jest stood off and gambled on the result as if ,uncle ,hank was a travelin' stranger 'stead of the best friend we had4 ,we stood off impartial like and invited the white hoss outfit to git in and win if it could4 ,and now1 gentlemen1 have we got the nerve to dynamite this opposition stage line1 when the whole gang of us ought to be blown sky high8 8,uncle ,hank wouldn't have had it so4 ,he didn't cherish any ill feeling pussonly against anybody2 whatever he said was because they was takin' away from him what he had worked all his life for4 ,he wasn't jealous of ,george ,william1 but of him as a stage driver1 because we made him so4 ,boys1 he loved us and was mighty proud of our regard--and we didn't show it in the time of trial4 ,and he's gone over the great divide with tears in his eyes1 and we are to blame4 ,who among any of us poor fools has a right to say that the other stage shouldn't follow80 ,bob sat down amid absolute silence1 wiping his face vigorously4 ,major ,wilkerson rose to his feet4 8,i renew my suggestion10 said he1 8that we have the ,gray ,eagle stage4 ,i think you'll all agree that ,bob's right40 ,morosin' ,jones rose from his stump1 suffused with emotion4 8,in course he's right10 he said1 huskily1 8but the stage ou't to be painted black40 ,a murmur of assent greeted this speech4 99 99 99 99 99 ,the day was beautiful4 ,the procession went slowly down the old stage road1 past ,lime ,point1 through the ,roaring ,river canyon1 beyond up ,reddy's grade1 over the ,first ,summit and then through ,little ,forest to the watering-place at the head of the last canyon4 ,every stream1 every tree1 every rock along the road was known to ,uncle ,hank4 ,he was going home over a familiar way4 ,the pine trees1 with their somber green1 were silent2 the little streams that went frolicking from one side of a canyon to another seemed subdued2 it was spring1 but the gray squirrels were not barking in the tree-tops1 and the quail seemed to pipe but faintly through the underbrush4 ,the lupines and the bluebells nodded along the way2 the chipmunks stood in the sunlight and stared curiously4 ,all would have gone well had not ,george ,william ,pike been a man without understanding--and such a man is beyond redemption4 ,he did not appreciate the spirit of the invitation to join in this last simple ceremony in honor of ,uncle ,hank4 ,he accepted it as an apology from ,paradise ,bar and growled to himself because of the absurd request to paint the coach black--which he would not have done except for an order from the superintendent1 who was a man of policy4 ,a year could have been wasted in explaining that the invitation was an expression of humility and of atonement for the camp's treatment of its own4 ,so he came and wore his silk hat and his red necktie1 and ,morosin' ,jones almost had a spasm in restraining himself4 ,down the mountain-side they went1 slowly and decorously4 ,nothing eventful happened until the mouth of the canyon was cleared1 and then ,george ,william became impatient4 ,he could not understand the spirit of the occasion4 ,meadow ,lark and supper were a long way off1 and the luncheon at ,half-,way ,house had been light4 ,so he began making remarks over his horses' heads with the intention of hurrying up ,gregg1 who was driving the old stage4 8,well fitted for this kind of work1 those horses1 ain't they80 he said4 8,seems curious they were ever put on the stage40 ,gregg said nothing1 but tightened rein a bit4 8,where will we stop for the night80 asked ,george ,william presently1 flicking the off leader's ear with his whip4 ,gregg turned around angrily4 8,if you don't like the way this thing is bein' done1 you can cut and go on in town alone2 but if you don't keep your mouth closed there'll be trouble40 8,i don't want to go into town alone10 rejoined ,george ,william pleasantly1 8but ,i reckon we'd go in better fashion if we was at the head of this percession40 8,maybe you'd better try it10 said ,gregg1 reddening1 and thereupon ,george ,william turned out his four white horses and his black stage1 without saying anything to his two passengers1 and proceeded to go around4 ,gregg gathered in the slack in his reins4 8,go back60 he roared4 ,but ,pike1 swinging wide to the right to avoid the far-reaching whip1 went on4 ,nebuchadnezzar pricked up his ears4 ,rome looked inquiringly at ,athens1 and ,moloch snorted indignantly4 ,athens' expression said very plainly3 8,are we at our time of life going to permit four drawing-room apologies for horses and a new-fangled rattletrap to pass us on our own road80 ,the negative response could be seen in the quiver that ran down each horse's back4 ,the leaders gently secured their bits between their teeth4 ,so absorbed was ,gregg in the strange actions of ,george ,william that he paid little attention to his own horses4 ,up and down the line behind him men were waving and gesticulating and shouting4 8,don't let him pass you60 yelled ,wilkerson4 ,that instruction ran up and down the line1 clothed in a variety of picturesque and forcible utterances4 ,but no instruction was needed by the horses in front of ,gregg4 ,they understood1 and scarcely had the other stage turned into the main road ahead when they at one jump broke from a walk into a gallop4 ,george ,william saw and gave his four the rein and the whip4 ,glancing back1 ,gregg watched the whole procession change from a line of decorous dignity to one of active excitement4 ,dust began to rise1 men on horseback passed men on mules2 men in buckboards passed men on lumber wagons4 ,george ,william held the road1 and with it a great advantage4 ,to pass him it would be necessary to go out among the rocks and the sage-brush1 and the white four were racing swiftly1 rolling out behind them a blinding cloud of dust4 ,gregg set his teeth1 and spoke encouragingly to his horses4 ,george ,william turned and shouted back an insult3 8,you needn't hurry2 we'll tell them you'll be there to-morrow4 ',tend to your new business2 there is nothing in the other for you4 ,we're going into town first40 8,maybe10 said ,gregg grimly--and loosened his whip4 ,the four lifted themselves together at its crack2 in another half mile they were ready to turn out to go around4 ,gregg watched for a place anxiously4 ,brush and boulders seemed everywhere1 but finally he chose a little sandy wash along which ran the road for a way4 ,turning out he went into the sand and lost ten yards4 ,he heard ,george ,william laugh sarcastically4 ,but the old stage horses had been in sand before1 and had but one passenger besides their driver4 ,in a little while they were abreast the leaders1 and here they stayed and could gain no farther4 ,for ,george ,william laid on the lash1 and the road was good4 ,on they went1 the one stage running smoothly on the hard road1 the other swaying1 bounding1 rocking1 among the rocks and gullies4 ,a little while they ran thus1 and then the road began to tell4 ,pike shouted triumphantly4 ,gregg1 with despair in his heart1 watched with grief the loss of inch after inch4 8,what can ,i do80 he groaned--and turning1 he found himself face to face with ,uncle ,hank4 ,the reins dropped from his nerveless hands1 and his face went white4 8,give me a hand60 shouted ,uncle ,hank1 and over the swinging door he crawled on the seat--and ,gregg perceived he was flesh and blood4 ,the old fire was in his eyes1 he stood erect and loosened his whip with his left hand easily as of yore4 ,and then something else happened4 ,the line behind was scattered and strung out to perhaps a mile in length1 but every eye was on the racing coaches4 ,they saw the familiar figure of the old stage driver1 saw him gather up the reins2 saw and understood that he had come back to life again1 and up and down that line went a cheer such as ,paradise ,bar will seldom hear again4 ,uncle ,hank sent the whip waving over the backs of his beloved4 8,nebuchadnezzar6 ,moloch6 ,rome6 ,athens6 ,come6 ,no loafing now4 ,this is our road1 our stage--and our camp is shouting4 ,don't you hear the boys6 ,ten years together1 you'n me4 ,whose dust have we taken8 ,answer me6 ,good1 ,athens1 good--steady1 ,rome1 you blessed whirlwind4 ,reach out1 ,neb--that's it--reach4 ,easy1 ,moloch1 easy2 never mind the rocks4 ,yo-ho6 ,yo-ho-o-o6 ,in we go60 ,at the first words of the master1 the four lifted themselves as if inspired4 ,then they stretched lowly and ran2 ran because they knew as only horses can know2 ran as his voice ran1 strong and straight4 ,in three minutes they turned in ahead of the white horses and the funeral stage4 ,the race was practically won4 ,uncle ,hank with the hilarious ,gregg alongside1 drove into ,meadow ,lark ten minutes ahead of all others--and ,meadow ,lark in its astonishment almost stampeded4 ,after a while the rest of ,paradise ,bar arrived1 two of its leading citizens1 who had started out in a certain black stage drawn by four horses1 coming in on foot4 ,they were quite non-committal in their remarks1 but it was inferred from a few words dropped casually that1 after the stage stopped1 they lost some time in chasing the driver back into the foothills2 and it was observed that they were quite gloomy over their failure to capture him4 8,oh1 never mind10 said ,morosin' ,jones1 in an ecstasy of joy4 8,what's the good of cherishin' animosity8 ,why1 for all ,i care he kin wear that red necktie now if he wants to0--then after a pause--8yes1 and the silk hat1 too1 if he's bound to be a cabby40 ,uncle ,hank was smiling and shaking hands with everybody and explaining how the familiar motion of the stage had brought him out of his trance4 8,i'm awful glad to have you here1 boys2 mighty glad to see you4 ,the hosses and me are proud4 ,i'll admit it4 ,we oughter be4 ,ain't ,paradise ,bar with us1 and didn't we win two out of three1 after all80--,from ,the ,black ,cat1 ,june1 #aijb1 copyright by ,short ,story ,publishing ,co41 and used by their kind permission4 ,,humorous ,,dialect ,,selections ,,in ,,poetry ,,plain ,,language ,,from ,,truthful ,,james ,,popularly ,,known ,,as ,,the ,,heathen ,,chinee ,,table ,,mountain1 #ahgj ,,by ,,bret ,,harte ,which ,i wish to remark-- ,and my language is plain-- ,that for ways that are dark ,and for tricks that are vain1 ,the heathen ,chinee is peculiar1 ,which the same ,i would rise to explain4 ,ah ,sin was his name2 ,and ,i shall not deny1 ,in regard to the same1 ,what that name might imply2 ,but his smile it was pensive and childlike1 ,as ,i frequent remarked to ,bill ,nye4 ,it was ,august the third1 ,and quite soft was the skies2 ,which it might be inferred ,that ,ah ,sin was likewise2 ,yet he played it that day upon ,william ,and me in a way ,i despise4 ,which we had a small game1 ,and ,ah ,sin took a hand3 ,it was ,euchre4 ,the same ,he did not understand2 ,but he smiled as he sat by the table1 ,with the smile that was childlike and bland4 ,yet the cards they were stocked ,in a way that ,i grieve1 ,and my feelings were shocked ,at the state of ,nye's sleeve3 ,which was stuffed full of aces and bowers1 ,and the same with intent to deceive4 ,but the hands that were played ,by that heathen ,chinee1 ,and the points that he made1 ,were quite frightful to see-- ,till at last he put down a right bower1 ,which the same ,nye had dealt unto me4 ,then ,i looked up at ,nye1 ,and he gazed upon me2 ,and he rose with a sigh1 ,and said1 8,can this be8 ,we are ruined by ,chinese cheap labor10-- ,and he went for that heathen ,chinee4 ,in the scene that ensued ,i did not take a hand1 ,but the floor it was strewed ,like the leaves on the strand ,with the cards that ,ah ,sin had been hiding1 ,in the game 8he did not understand40 ,in his sleeves1 which were long1 ,he had twenty-four packs-- ,which was coming it strong1 ,yet ,i state but the facts2 ,and we found on his nails1 which were taper1 ,what is frequent in tapers--that's wax4 ,which is why ,i remark1 ,and my language is plain1 ,that for ways that are dark1 ,and for tricks that are vain1 ,the heathen ,chinee is peculiar-- ,which the same ,i am free to maintain4 --,copyright by ,houghton ,mifflin ,co41 ,boston1 and used by their kind permission4 ,,parody ,,on 8,,that ,,heathen ,,chinee0 ,the following remarkable parody was written by the ,reverend ,father ,wood1 ,professor of ,english ,literature at ,st4 ,ignatius ,college1 ,san ,francisco4 ,for the annual exercises of his class1 a debate was to be held as to the respective abilities of the various authors and poets studied during the year4 ,each had his advocates and strenuous adherents4 ,the final test adopted was that each adherent should write out ,bret ,harte's ,heathen ,chinee in the form his favorite author would have followed4 ,these verses are after the style of ,samuel ,lover1 the ,irish poet4 ,did ye hear of the haythen ,ah ,sin1 ,maginn8 ,the bouldest of bould ,chaneymin1 ,maginn8 ,oh4 ,he was the bye ,who could play it on ,nye ,and strip him as aisy as sin1 ,to the skin4 ,oh4 ',twas he was the gossoon to win4 ,it was euchre we'd play1 me and ,nye1 ,me bye6 ,an' the stakes was uproariously high1 ,me bye6 ,nye's sleeves they was stocked1 ,an' me feelin's was shocked1 ,but never a whisper said ,i-- ,you know why6 ,for ,bill is outrageously sly6 ,the game to the haythen was new1 ,aboo6 ,he didn't quite know what to do1 ,aboo6 ,with the cyards in his hand ,he smiled childlike and bland1 ,and asked us of questions a few1 ,wirrastheu6 ,which we answered as bad as we knew4 ,we tuk it the game was our own1 ,ochone6 ,we'd pick him as cleane as a bone1 ,ochone6 ,but the hands that he played ,an' the p'ints that he made1 ,made me feel like a babby ungrown1 ,i must own6 ,an' dull as ,i'd shwallowed a stone6 ,nye wud give him a three or a four1 ,asthore6 ,but niver a better cyard more4 ,asthore6 ,yet he'd dhrop down a king ,just the aisest thing1 ,an' jokers an' bowers galore ,by the score6 ,you may lay he'd been there before6 ,he was happy as haythen cud be1 ,machree6 ,his manner surprisingly free1 ,machree6 ,but ,william looked sour ,when he played the right bower ,which ,william had dealt out to me1 ,do ye see6 ,for to euchre the haythen ,chinee4 ,then ,william got up in a stew1 ,hurroo6 ,an' shlated ,ah ,sin black and blue1 ,hurroo6 ,an' shuk out of his sleeve1 ,i'm not makin' believe1 ,of picture cyards quite a good few6 ,it is thrue-- ,this shtory ,i'm tellin' to you4 ,we had danced to the haythen's own tune4 ,aroon6 ,oh6 ,it's lucky we got out so soon1 ,aroon6 ,he had twenty-four packs1 ,on his fingers was wax-- ,an' this in ,tim ,casey's saloon6 ,the ould coon6 ,how he played us that warm afternoon1 ,aroon6 ,,kentucky ,,philosophy ,,by ,,harrison ,,robertson ,you ,wi'yam1 cum 'ere1 suh1 dis instunce4 ,wu' dat you got under dat box8 ,i do' want no foolin'--you hear me8 ,wut you say8 ,ain't nu'h'n but rocks8 ',peahs ter me you's owdashus p'ticler4 ,s'posin' dey's uv a new kine4 ,i'll des take a look at dem rocks4 ,hi yi6 der you think dat ,i's bline8 ,i calls dat a plain water-million1 you scamp1 en ,i knows whah it growed2 ,it come fum de ,jimmerson cawn fiel'1 dah on ter side er de road4 ,you stole it1 you rascal--you stole it6 ,i watched you fum down in de lot4 ,en time ,i gets th'ough wid you1 nigger1 you won't eb'n be a grease spot6 ,i'll fix you4 ,mirandy6 ,mirandy6 go cut me a hick'ry--make 'ase6 ,en cut me de toughes' en keenes' you c'n fine anywhah on de place4 ,i'll larn you1 ,mr4 ,wi'yam ,joe ,vetters1 ter steal en ter lie1 you young sinner1 ,disgracin' yo' ole ,christian mammy1 en makin' her leave cookin' dinner6 ,now ain't you ashamed er yo'se'f1 sur8 ,i is4 ,i's 'shamed you's my son6 ,en de holy accorjan angel he's 'shamed er wut you has done2 ,en he's tuk it down up yander in coal-black1 blood-red letters-- 8,one water-million stoled by ,wi'yam ,josephus ,vetters40 ,en wut you s'posen ,brer ,bascom1 yo' teacher at ,sunday school1 ',ud say ef he knowed how you's broke de good ,lawd's ,gol'n ,rule8 ,boy1 whah's de raisin' ,i give you8 ,is you boun' fuh ter be a black villiun8 ,i's s'prised dat a chile er yo' mammy 'ud steal any man's water-million4 ,en ,i's now gwiner cut it right open1 en you shain't have nary bite1 ,fuh a boy who'll steal water-millions--en dat in de day's broad light-- ,ain't--,lawdy6 its green6 ,mirandy6 ,mi-ran-dy6 come on wi' dat switch6 ,well1 stealin' a g-r-e-e-n water-million6 who ever yeered tell er des sich8 ,cain't tell w'en dey's ripe8 ,w'y1 you thump 'um1 en we'n dey go pank dey is green2 ,but w'en dey go punk1 now you mine me1 dey's ripe--en dat's des wut ,i mean4 ,en nex' time you hook water-millions--you heered me1 you ign'ant1 you hunk1 ,ef you doan' want a lickin' all over1 be sho dat dey allers go 8punk60 --,harper's ,magazine4 ,,oh1 ,i ,,dunno6 ,,anonymous ,lindy's hair's all curly tangles1 an' her eyes es deep en' gray1 ,en' they allus seems er-dreamin' en' er-gazin' far away1 ,when ,i ses1 8,say1 ,lindy1 darlin'1 shall ,i stay1 er shall ,i go80 ,en' she looks at me er-smilin'1 en' she ses1 8,oh1 ,i dunno60 ,now1 she knows es ,i'm er-lovin' her for years an' years an' years ,but she keeps me hesitatin' between my doubts an' fears2 ,en' ,i'm gettin' pale and peaked1 en' et's jes from frettin' so ,ovur ,lindy with her laughin' an' er-sayin'1 8,i dunno60 ,t'other night we come frum meetin' an' ,i asks her fer a kiss1 ,en' ,i tells her she's so many that er few she'll never miss2 ,en' she looks up kinder shy-like1 an' she whispers sorter low1 8,jim1 ,i'd ruther that you wouldn't1 but--er well--,oh1 ,i dunno60 ,then ,i ses1 8,now see here1 ,lindy1 ,i'm er-wantin' yer ter state ,ef yer thinks yer'll ever love me1 an' if ,i had better wait1 ,fer ,i'm tired of this fulein'1 an' ,i wants ter be yer beau1 ,an' ,i'd like to hear yer sayin' suthin' else but ,i dunno60 ,then ,i puts my arm around her an' ,i holds her close and tight1 ,en' the stars away up yander seems er-winkin' et th' sight1 ,es she murmurs sof' an' faintly1 with the words er-comin' slow1 8,jim1 ,i never loved no other60 ,then ,i ses1 8,oh1 ,i dunno60 ,,rory ,o',,more ,,by ,,samuel ,,lover ,young ,rory ,o',more courted ,kathleen ,bawn1 ,he was bold as a hawk1 she as soft as the dawn2 ,he wish'd in his heart pretty ,kathleen to please1 ,and he thought the best way to do that was to tease4 8,now1 ,rory1 be aisy10 sweet ,kathleen would cry1 7,reproof on her lip1 but a smile in her eye71 8,with your tricks ,i don't know1 in troth1 what ,i'm about2 ,faith1 you've teased till ,i've put on my cloak inside out40 8,oh6 ,jewel10 says ,rory1 8that same is the way ,you've thrated my heart for this many a day2 ,and 'tis plazed that ,i am1 and why not1 to be sure8 ,for 'tis all for good luck10 says bold ,rory ,o',more4 8,indeed1 then10 says ,kathleen1 8don't think of the like1 ,for ,i half gave a promise to sootherin' ,mike2 ,the ground that ,i walk on he loves1 ,i'll be bound--0 8,faith10 says ,rory1 8,i'd rather love you than the ground40 8,now1 ,rory1 ,i'll cry if you don't let me go2 ,sure ,i drame ev'ry night that ,i'm hatin' you so60 8,oh10 says ,rory1 8that same ,i'm delighted to hear1 ,for drames always go by conthraries1 my dear2 ,oh6 jewel1 keep dramin' that same till you die1 ,and bright mornin' will give dirty night the black lie6 ,and 'tis plazed that ,i am1 and why not1 to be sure8 ,since 'tis all for good luck10 says bold ,rory ,o',more4 8,arrah1 ,kathleen1 my darlint1 you've tazed me enough1 ,sure ,i've thrashed for your sake ,dinny ,grimes and ,jim ,duff2 ,and ,i've made myself drinkin' your health quite a baste1 ,so ,i think after that1 ,i may talk to the priest40 ,then ,rory1 the rogue1 stole his arm 'round her neck1 ,so soft and so white1 without freckle or speck1 ,and he looked in her eyes that were beaming with light1 ,and he kissed her sweet lips2--don't you think he was right8 8,now1 ,rory1 leave off1 sir2 you'll hug me no more4 ,that's eight times to-day you have kiss'd me before40 8,then here goes another10 says he1 8to make sure1 ,for there's luck in odd numbers10 says ,rory ,o',more4 ,,howdy ,,song ,,by ,,joel ,,chandler ,,harris ,it's howdy1 honey1 when you laugh1 ,an' howdy when you cry1 ,an' all day long it's howdy-- ,i never shall say good-by4 ,i'm monst'us peart myse'f1 suh1 ,an' hopin' the same fer you1 ,an' when ,i ketch my breff1 suh1 ,i'll ax you howdy-do6 ,it's howdy1 honey1 when you sleep1 ,it's howdy1 when you cry2 ,keep up1 keep up the howdyin'2 ,don't never say good-by6 ,i'm middlin' well myse'f1 suh1 ,which the same ,i hope fer you2 ,ef you'll let me ketch my breff1 suh1 ,i'll ax you howdy-do6 8,,imph-,m0 ,,anonymous ,when ,i was a laddie lang syne at the schule1 ,the maister aye ca'd me a dunce an' a fule2 ,for somehoo his words ,i could ne'er understand'1 ,unless when he bawled1 8,jamie1 haud oot yer han'60 ,then ,i gloom'd and say1 8,imph-m10 ,i glunch'd1 and say1 8,imph-m10 ,i wasna owre proud1 but owre dour to say--,a-y-e6 ,ae day a queer word1 as lang-nebbits' himsel'1 ,he vow'd he would thrash me if ,i wadna spell1 ,quo ,i1 8,maister ,quill10 wi' a kin' o' swither1 8,i'll spell ye the word if ye'll spell me anither2 ,let's hear ye spell ,imph-m1 ,that common word ,imph-m1 ,that auld ,scotch word ,imph-m1 ye ken it means ,a-,y-,e60 ,had ye seen hoo he glour'd1 hoo he scratched his big pate1 ,an' shouted1 8,ye villain1 get oot o' my gate6 ,get aff to your seat6 yer the plague o' the schule6 ,the de'il o' me kens if yer maist rogue or fule60 ,but ,i only said1 ,imph-m1 ,that pawkie word1 ,imph-m1 ,he couldna spell ,imph-m1 that stands for an ,a-y-e6 ,an' when a brisk wooer1 ,i courted my ,jean-- ,o' ,avon's braw lasses the pride an' the queen-- ,when 'neath my gray pladdie1 wi' heart beatin' fain1 ,i speired in a whisper if she'd be my ain1 ,she blushed an' said1 ,imph-m1 ,that charming word1 ,imph-m1 ,a thousan' times better an' sweeter than ,a-y-e6 ,just ae thing ,i wanted my bliss to complete-- ,ae kiss frae her rosy mou'1 couthie an' sweet-- ,but a shake o' her head was her only reply-- ,of course1 that said ,no1 but ,i ken she meant ,a-y-e1 ,for her twa een said ,imph-m1 ,her red lips said1 ,imph-m1 ,her hale face said ,imph-m1 an' ,imph-m means ,a-y-e6 ,,grading ,,the ,,street ,,by ,,mistur ,,malooney ',twas mesilf thin as bot me a swate little lot1 ,wid monies ,i digged for six years in the mines2 ,an' ,i builded an' plastered a duck o' a cot1 ,which ,biddy soon kivird wid crapers and vines1 ,wid a backyard and garding convanyent and neat1 ,where the childer and pig could kape out o' the street4 ,i warked wid the hod an' had plinty to do1 ,an' a stitch in my back ne'er minded at all2 ,our childer was healthy and ,biddy was true1 ,and ,i sung 'neath the load as ,i mounted the wall4 ,for ,i knew when at sundown my work was complete1 ,my supper was ready1 all smoking and sweet4 ',twas down in a valley secure from the wind1 ,a sandhill a north and a sandhill a south2 ,i thought that dame nature to me was so kind ,she opened her jaws an' we lived in her mouth4 ,biddy oft at the sand would objection and grete1 ,but ,i tould her 'twould stop whin they graded the street4 ,bad luck to the day thin--one ,saturday night ,i came back from working two month and a week2 ,och6 sorry an inch o' my cot was in sight1 ',twas kivered wid sand an' all livil and sleek2 ,i thought that an earthquake had made the hills meet1 ,till poor ,biddy cried out1 8,they've graded the street60 8,bad luck to their sowls1 thin10 ,i cried in my hate2 8,i'll sue them for spoiling my cottage an' land10 ,whin ,biddy sobbed out1 8,dear ,pat1 ye are late1 ',tis a bill agin us that ,i hould in my hand40 ,in trouble ,i looked at the figgers complete1 ,and saw four hundred dollars for grading the street6 ,poor ,biddy was faithful1 an' didn't repine2 ,her cousin the childer an' her had took in1 ',til ,i could wid our lavings another house find2 ,wid a few pots an' kettles a new life begin2 ,but exparience had taught me a lesson ,i weet1 ,ne'er to live in a valley beside o' the street4 ,so ,i wint to the highest o' hills ,i could find1 ,an' rinted a place that commanded a view1 ,an' got oursilves sittled so much to our mind1 ,i soon earned the monies1 an' paid for it1 too2 ',twas not so convanyent1 but still it was neat1 ,tho' my bones ached at night1 as ,i toiled up the street4 ,the young uns grew healthy1 the air was so good1 ,an' ,biddy her clothes dried in half o' the time2 ,fur to help me to pay for our vittals an' food1 ,the poor girl by washing earned many a dime1 ,an' she kept things so tidy1 complaicint an' sweet1 ,i nivir drudgid climin' that hill o' a street4 ,thin ,i wint to the mines for six months it may be1 ,an' wid goold in my pockit ,i hurried me back2 ,whin ,i got to the hill1 nary hill could ,i see2 ',twas gone1 an' some lumber obstructed my track-- ,i saw in an instant my ruin complete-- ,och6 faith and ,saint ,peter1 ,they'd graded the street6 ,,dot ,,good ,,for ,,nodings ,,dog ,,by ,,fred ,,emerson ,,brooks ,you vant to buy my dog8 ,ah1 vell1 ,dere vasn't much of him to sell4 ,his eye vas broke1 his leg vas out1 ,und ven you ask his pedigree1 ,dot make her laugh come out o' me-- ,it vas a madder1 ,i be blamed1 ,about der vich he vas ashamed4 ,his breed vasn't in der ,catalogue1 ,he vas a good for nodings dog4 ,it vas a day ,i don't forgot1 ,mit rain und sleet und dings like dot1 ,dis homely dog he comed along ,und sing me such a hungry song1 ,i said3 8,come in und take a seat ,und have some scraps und tings to eat60 ,i smile mit him1 he smile mit me1 ,und look like he vas glad to be1 ,although not in der ,catalogue1 ,but yust a good for nodings dog4 ,each time ,i come around1 you bet ,he vag dot tail already yet2 ,und show me plain from either end1 ,he always vant to be my friend4 ,no madder ,i say yes6 or no6 ,where'er ,i gone he bound to go4 ,und ven he lost me1 runs around ,und smells me out upon der ground1 ,den yumps yust like he vas a frog-- ,und not a good for nodings dog4 ,my ,meenie vas a leedle tot1 ,yust big enough to be like dot2 ,und run about und have some play ,yust mit der dog1 until von day ,i call her1 und she vasn't dere2 ,i couldn't find her anyvere2-- 8,dot dog gone off10 my vife1 she say1 8,und lead dot leedle girl avay3-- ,he vas a good for nodings dog1 ,und vasn't vorth der ,catalogue60 ,my leedle ,meenie lost6 ,mine ,got6 ,i never tink ,i cry like dot6 ,but ven ,i found dot leedle pet1 ,i cry me more as effer yet3-- ,dot's funny1 ven a man feels glad ,he cries1 yust like ven he feel bad2 ,der tears vas yust der same2 oh1 my1 ,but vat a difference in der cry6 ,dere ,meenie sat upon der log ,und pet dot good for nodings dog4 ,und ven my senses all got clear1 ,i ask me3 8,vot's der matter here80 ,und looking vere my ,meenie said1 ,dere lay a great big vildcat dead6 8,dot dog he killed him10 said my vife1 8,und save dot leedle ,meenie's life60 ,i never saw her eyes more vet1 ,und vile ,i hug dot leedle pet ,she hug dot good for nodings dog1 ,vot vasn't vorth der ,catalogue6 ,you vant to buy dot dog8 ,ah1 vell1 ,nobody's here who vants to sell4 ,my vife she say1 8,you couldn't buy ,von look of kindness oud his eye60 ,und as for me--dere's not for sale1 ,not e'en der vaggin' of his tail6 ,und ,meenie told you plendy quick1 8,in all dis vorld you got your pick ,of dose vot's in der ,catalogue1 ,but not dot good for nodings dog40 --,copyright by ,forbes ,co41 ,chicago1 and used by kind permission of author and publisher4 ,,she ,,liked ,,him ,,rale ,,weel ,,anonymous ,the ,spring had brought out the green leaf on the trees1 ,an' the flowers were unfolding their sweets tae the bees1 ,when ,jock says tae ,jenny1 8,come1 ,jenny1 agree1 ,an' say the bit word that ye'll marry me40 ,she held doon her heid like a lily sae meek ,an' the blush o' the rose fled awa' frae her cheek4 ,but she said1 8,gang awa'1 man1 your heid's in a creel40 ,she didna let on that she liked him rale weel-- ,oh1 she liked him rale weel1 ,aye1 she liked him rale weel1 ,but she didna let on that she liked him rale weel4 ,then ,jock says1 8,oh1 ,jenny1 for a twalmonth an' mair1 ,ye ha'e kept me just hangin' twixt hope an' despair1 ,but oh1 ,jenny1 last night something whispered tae me ,that ,i'd better lie doon at the dyke-side and dee40 ,tae keep ,jock in life1 she gave in tae be tied3 ,an' soon they were booked1 and three times they were cried4 ,love danced in ,jock's heart1 and hope joined the reel-- ,he was sure that his ,jenny did like him rale weel-- ,oh1 she liked him rale weel1 ,aye1 she liked him rale weel1 ,but she never let on that she liked him rale weel4 ,when the wedding day cam' tae the manse they did stap1 ,an' there they got welcome frae ,mr4 ,dunlap1 ,wha chained them to love's matrimonial stake1 ,syne they took a dram an' a mouthfu' o' cake1 ,then the minister said1 8,jock1 be kind tae your ,jenny1 ,nae langer she's tiead to the string o' her minnie2 ,noo1 ,jenny1 will ye aye be couthie an' leal80 ,and she vowed that she would1 for she liked him rale weel-- ,aye1 she liked him rale weel1 ,oh1 she liked him rale weel1 ,at last she owned up that she liked him rale weel4 ,s-,h-,h-,h6 ,,anonymous ,my maw--she's upstairs in bed1 ,an ,,it',s there wif her4 ,it's all bundled up and red-- ,can't nobody stir2 ,can't nobody say a word ,since ,it came to us4 ,only thing 'at ,i have heard1 ',ceptin' all ,it's fuss1 ,is ,s-h-h-h6 ,that there nurse she shakes her head ,when ,i come upstairs4 8,s-h-h-h60 she sez--'at's all she's said ,to me anywheres4 ,doctor--he's th' man 'at brung ,it to us to stay-- ,he makes me put out my tongue1 ',nen says 8,s-h-h-h60--'at way2 ,just 8,s-h-h-h60 ,i goed in to see my maw1 ',nen clumb on the bed4 ,was she glad to see me8 ,pshaw6 8,s-h-h-h60--'at's what she said4 ',nen ,it blinked and tried to see-- ',nen ,i runned away ,out to my old apple tree1 ,where no one could say 8,s-h-h-h60 ',nen ,i layed down on the ground ,an' say 'at ,i just wish ,i wuz big4 ,an' there's a sound-- ',at old tree says 8,s-h-h-h60 ',nen ,i cry an' cry an' cry ,till my paw he hears1 ,an' comed there an' wiped my eye ,an' mop the tears-- ',nen says 8,s-h-h-h60 ,i'm goin' to tell my maw 'at she ,don't suit me one bit-- ,why do they all say 8,s-h-h-h60 to me ,an' not say 8,s-h-h-h60 to ,,it8 ,a ,,few ,,words ,,from ,,wilhelm ,,by ,,wallace ,,irwin ,man vants put leedle hier pelow ,und vants dot leedle ,dutch-- ,der vishes vich ,i vish1 ,i know1 ,are nicht so fery much3 ,choost ,europt1 ,asia1 ,africa1 ,der ,vestern ,hemishpere ,und a coaling-station in ,japan-- ,dot vill pe all dis year4 ,hi-lee1 hi-lo1 der winds dey plow ,choost like 8,die ,wacht am ,rhein20 ,und vat iss mein pelongs to ,me1 ,und vat iss yours iss mein6 ,jah also1 ven ,i vloat aroundt ,mitin mein royal yacht ,i see so much vat iss nicht ,dutch ,dot--ach1 du lieber ,gott6-- ,it gif me such a shtrange distress ,i gannot undershtand ,how volks gan lif in happiness ,mitout no ,vaderland6 ,hi-lee1 hi-lo1 der winds dey plow ,as ,i sail around apout ,to gif der ,nations good advice ,und sausages und kraut4 ,each hour ,i shange mein uniform1 ,put ,i never shange mein mindt1 ,und efery day ,i make ein spooch ,to penefit mankindt3 ,race ,soosancide1 der ,nation's ,pride1 ,divorce and ,public ,sins-- ,i talk so much like ,rosenfeldt ,i dink ve must pe tvins6 ,hi-lee1 hi-lo1 der vinds dey plow ,der maxim ,rule or ,bust-- ,you gannot wreck our skyndicate ,ven ,gott is in der ,trust6 ,being ein kviet ,noodral ,power1 ,i know mein chob1 you bet-- ,i pray for ,beace1 und hope for ,war ,und keep mein powder wet2 ,put ven ,i've nodings else to do1 ,put shtandt around und chat1 ,den der ,right ,divine talks nonsense t'rough ,mein military hat4 ,hi-lee1 hi-lo1 der vinds dey plow ,und softly visper dis3 8,der ,kaiser he iss more as yet ,und all iss right vat ,iss60 ,,at ,,grandma',s ,,anonymous ,i went to visit ,grandma ,one cold ,thanksgiving day2 ,i shookt and freezed and chattered ,all along the way4 ,grandma was knitting stockings1 ,so ,i tried to knit2 ,i pulled the string the wrong way1 ,and unmade every bit4 ,next day ,i tried to tackle ,a piggy for a horse1 ,and tumbled in the pig-pen-- ,and wasn't ,grandma cross6 ,i'm sure it wasn't my fault ,that my new dress was white1 ,if mamma had made it pig-color ,it wouldn't have shown a mite4 ,my ,grandma has a brick room ,filled up with pans of milk4 ,one day ,i took in pussy1 ,she's just as soft as silk-- ,she's a drefful funny pussy-- ,all along the shelf she ran1 ,and with her little nosey ,made blue holes in every pan4 ,my grandma's dreffully stingy1 ,she drove us both away1 ,and said she'd half a mind ,to send me home that day4 ,sometimes this pussy's naughty-- ,one time she catched a mouse2 ,she teased and scratched and bited it ,all up and down the house4 ,i whipped her with the tater-masher ,every time she made a turn1 ,and got away poor mousey ,and hid him in the churn4 ,who ever knew that milk would drown8 ,i thought 'twas only rivers4 ,but when ,grandma churned1 ,my mousey was drowned all to shivers4 ,i saw a tub of milk onct1 ,we have ours in a dish4 ,i thought 'twas good for nothing ,so ,i'd try to fish4 ,i just got settled down there1 ,my legs were nearly freezed1 ,when ,grandma came in screaming-- 8,o that girl is in my cheese40 ,she jumped me out ,i tell you ,right on the cold stone floor1 ,and called my new boots dirty1 ,and locked the dairy door4 ,she gave the butter to the pigs1 ,and put me straight to bed4 ,and whipped poor pussy dreffully ,right on her little head4 ,i's been drefully good to ,grandma1 ,not made a bit of muss4 ,but ,i's going home to-morrow ,cause1 cause ,grandma says ,i must4 ,a ,,child',s ,,almanac ,,by ,j4 ,w4 ,,foley ,my mamma says 'at w'en it rains ',eyre washin' ,heaven's window-panes1 ,an' careless angels 'ist do fill ',eir pails too full an' 'atway spill ,some water down on us4 ',at's w'y ,it rains some days w'en maybe ,i ,would like to play4 ,an' 'en she says ,it's 'ist 'em angels' carelessness ',at makes 'em raindrops fall 'at way ,at picnics an' on circus day4 ,my mamma says 'at w'en it snows ',eyre angels pickin' geese1 she knows1 ,an' 'stead o' usin' 'em t' stuff ',eir pillow-cases1 'ey 'ist puff ,an' blow an' don't clear up 'eir muss ,till all 'em feathers fall on us4 ,an' she says 'ey 'ist pick 'atway ,cuz 'ey want geese f' ,tristmas day4 ,an' 'at's w'y 'eres e' mostes' snow ,right close t' ,tristmas time1 you know4 ,my mamma says w'en e' wind 'ist roars ,an' blows1 'at's w'en e' angel snores1 ,but w'en it lightnings1 she says1 w'y ',eyre scratchin' matches on the sky1 ,an' w'en it rumbles 'bove our heads ',ey're movin' furniture an' beds ,up 'ere1 an' cleanin' house1 an' shakes ',eir moth-balls out an' 'at's w'at makes ,it hail4 ,an' weather1 she 'ist 'clares ,is 'ist w'at angels does upstairs4 ,,dot ,,long ,,handled ,,dipper ,,by ,c4 ,f4 ,,adams ,der poet may sing of 8,der ,oldt ,oaken ,pooket10 ,und in schweetest langvich its virtues may tell1 ,und how1 ven a poy1 he mit eggsdasy dook it1 ,vhen dripping mit coolness it rose from der well3 ,i don't take some stock in dot manner of drinking1 ,it vas too much like hosses and cattle1 ,i dink1 ,dher vas more sadisfaction in my way of drinking ,mit dot long-handled dipper that hangs py der sink4 8,how schweet vrom der green mossy brim to receive it--0 ,dot would sound pooty good1 eef it only vas true1 ,der water schbills ofer1 you petter believe it1 ,und run down your schleeve und schlop indo your shoe3 ,den down on your nose comes dot oldt iron handle1 ,und make your eyes water so quick as a wink6 ,i dells you dot bookit don't hold by a candle ,to dot long-handled dipper dot hangs py der sink4 ,how nice it musd be in der cold vinter vedder1 ,vhen it settles right down to a cold1 freezin' rain1 ,to haf dot rope coom oup so light as a feather ,und find dat der bookit vas broke off der chain6 ,den down in der well you go off a-fishing1 ,while into your back comes an oldt fashioned kink6 ,i bet you mine life all der time you vas vishing ,for dot long-handled dipper dot hangs py der sink4 ,dhen give oup der bookit at vonce to der horses1 ,off mikrobes und tadpoles schust give dem their fill1 ,gife me dat pure vater dot all der time courses ,droo dose pipes dot run from der schpring on der hill3 ,und eef der goot dings of dis vorld ,i get rich in1 ,und friends all around me dheir glasses schuld clink1 ,i still vill remember dot old country kitchen ,und dot long-handled dipper dot hangs py der sink4 ,,de ,,fust ,,banjo ,,by ,,irwin ,,russell ,go 'way1 fiddle6 folks is tired o' hearin' you a-squawkin'1 ,keep silence fur yo' betters6--don't you heah de banjo talkin'8 ,about the ',possum's tail she's qwine to lecter--ladies1 listen6-- ,about de ha'r whut isn't dar1 an' why de ha'r is missin'3 8,dar's gwine to be a' oberflow10 said ,noah1 lookin' solemn-- ,fur ,noah tuk the 8,harald10 an' he read the ribber column-- ,an' so he sot his hands to wuk a-cl'arin' timber-patches1 ,an' 'lowed he's gwine to build a boat to beat the steamah ,natchez4 ,ol' ,noah kep' a-nailin' an' a-chippin' an' a-sawin'2 ,an' all de wicked neighbors kep' a-laughin' an' a-pshawin'2 ,but ,noah didn't min' 'em1 knowin' whut wuz gwine to happen3 ,an' forty days an' forty nights de rain it kep' a-drappin'4 ,now ,noah had done cotched a lot ob ebry sort o' beas'es-- ,ob all de shows a-trabbelin'1 it beat 'em all to pieces6 ,he had a ,morgan colt an' sebral head o' ,jarsey cattle-- ,an' druv 'em 'board de ,ark as soon's he heered de thunder rattle4 ,den sech anoder fall ob rain6 it comes so awful hebby1 ,de ribber riz immejitly1 an' busted troo de lebbee2 ,de people all wuz drownded out--'cep' ,noah an' de critters1 ,an' men he'd hired to work de boat--an' one to mix de bitters4 ,de ,ark she kep' a-sailin' an' a-sailin' an' a-sailin'2 ,de lion got his dander up1 an' like to bruk de palin'2 ,de sarpints hissed2 de painters yelled2 till whut wid all de fussin'1 ,you c'u'dn't hardly heah de mate a-bossin' 'roun' an' cussin'4 ,now ,ham1 de only nigger whut wuz runnin' on de packet1 ,got lonesome in de barber-shop1 an' c'u'dn't stan' de racket2 ,an' so1 fur to amuse he-se'f1 he steamed some wood an' bent it1 ,an' soon he had a banjo made--de fust dat wuz invented4 ,he wet der ledder1 stretched it on2 made bridge an' screws an' aprin2 ,an' fitted in a proper neck--'twuz berry long an' tap'rin'2 ,he tuk some tin1 an' twisted him a thimble fur to ring it2 ,an' den de mighty question riz3 how wuz he gwine to string it8 ,de 'possum had as fine a tail as dis dat ,i's a-singin'2 ,de ha'r so long an' thick an' strong1--des fit fur banjo-stringin'2 ,dat nigger shaved 'em off as short as wash-day-dinner graces2 ,an' sorted ob 'em by de size1 f'om little ,e's to basses4 ,he strung her1 tuned her1 struck a jig1--'twas 8,nebber min' de wedder10 ,she soun' like forty-lebben bands a-playin' all togedder2 ,some went to pattin'2 some to dancin'2 ,noah called de figgers2 ,an' ,ham he sot an' knocked de tune1 de happiest ob niggers6 ,now1 sence dat time--it's mighty strange--dere's not de slightes' showin' ,ob any ha'r at all upon de 'possum's tail a-growin'2 ,an' curious1 too1 dat nigger's ways3 his people nebber los' 'em-- ,fur whar you finds de nigger--dar's de banjo an' de 'possum6 ,,the ,,moo-,,cow-,,moo ,,by ,,edmund ,,vance ,,cooke ,my pa held me up to the moo-cow-moo ,so clost ,i could almost touch1 ,en ,i fed him a couple of times1 or two1 ,en ,i wasn't a 'fraid-cat--,,much4 ,but if my papa goes into the house1 ,en mamma she goes in1 too1 ,i just keep still1 like a little mouse1 ,fer the moo-cow-moo might ,moo6 ,the moo-cow-moo's got a tail like a rope ,en it's raveled down where it grows2 ,en it's just like feeling a piece of soap ,all over the moo-cow's nose4 ,en the moo-cow-moo has lots of fun ,just swinging his tail about2 ,en he opens his mouth and then ,i run-- ',cause that's where the moo comes out6 ,en the moo-cow-moo's got deers on his head ,en his eyes sticks out of their place1 ,en the nose of the moo-cow-moo is spread ,all over the end of his face4 ,en his feet is nothing but finger-nails ,en his mamma don't keep 'em cut1 ,en he gives folks milk in water-pails ,ef he don't keep his handles shut4 ',cause ef you er me pulls the handles1 why ,the moo-cow-moo says it hurts1 ,but the hired man he sits down clost by ,en squirts en squirts en squirts6 ,,encouragement ,,by ,,paul ,,laurence ,,dunbar ,who dat knockin' at de do'8 ,why1 ,ike ,johnson--yes1 fu' sho'6 ,come in1 ,ike4 ,i's mighty glad ,you come down4 ,i t'ought you's mad ,at me 'bout de othah night1 ,an' was stayin' 'way fu' spite4 ,say1 now1 was you mad fu' true ,w'en ,i kin' o' laughed at you8 ,speak up1 ,ike1 an' 'spress yo'se'f4 ',tain't no use a-lookin' sad1 ,an' a-mekin' out you's mad2 ,ef you's gwine to be so glum1 ,wondah why you evah come4 ,i don't lak nobidy 'roun' ,dat jes' shet dey mouf an' frown-- ,oh1 now1 man1 don't act a dunce6 ,cain't you talk8 ,i tol' you once1 ,speak up1 ,ike1 an' 'spress yo'se'f4 ,wha'd you come hyeah fu' to-night8 ,body'd t'ink yo' haid ain't right4 ,i's done all dat ,i kin do-- ,dressed perticler1 jes' fu' you2 ,reckon ,i'd a' bettah wo' ,my ol' ragged calico4 ,aftah all de pains ,i's took1 ,cain't you tell me how ,i look8 ,speak up1 ,ike1 an' 'spress yo'se'f4 --,copyright by ,dodd1 ,mead ,co41 and used by arrangement4 ,,when ,,de ,,co',n ,,pone',s ,,hot ,,by ,,paul ,,laurence ,,dunbar ,dey is times in life when ,nature ,seems to slip a cog1 an' go ,jes' a-rattlin' down creation1 ,lak an ocean's overflow2 ,when do worl' jes' stahts a-spinnin' ,lak a picaninny's top1 ,an' yo' cup o' joy is brimmin' ',twell it seems about to slop1 ,an' you feel jes' lak a racah1 ,dat is trainin' fu' to trot-- ,when yo' mammy says de blessin' ,an' de co'n pone's hot4 ,when you set down at de table1 ,kin' o' weary lak an' sad1 ,an' you'se jes' a little tiahed ,an' purhaps a little mad2 ,how yo' gloom tu'ns into gladness1 ,how yo' joy drives out de doubt ,when de oven do' is opened1 ,an' de smell comes po'in out2 ,why de 'lectric light o' ,heaven ,seems to settle on de spot1 ,when yo' mammy says de blessin' ,an' de co'n pone's hot4 ,when de cabbage pot is steamin' ,an' de bacon's good an' fat1 ,when de chittlins is a sputter'n' ,so's to show you whah dey's at2 ,tek away yo' sody biscuit1 ,tek away yo' cake an' pie1 ,fu' de glory time is comin'1 ,an' it's 'proachin' mighty nigh1 ,an' you want to jump an' hollah1 ,dough you know you'd bettah not1 ,when yo' mammy says de blessin' ,an' de co'n pone's hot4 ,i have hyeahd o' lots o' sermons1 ,an' ,i've hyeahd o' lots o' prayers1 ,an' ,i've listened to some singin' ,dat has tuck me up de stairs ,of de ,glory-,lan' an' set me ,jes' below de ,mastah's tr'one1 ,an' have lef' my hea't a-singin' ,in a happy aftah tone2 ,but dem wu'ds so sweetly murmured ,seem to tech de softes' spot1 ,when my mammy says de blessin'1 ,an' de co'n pone's hot4 --,copyright by ,dodd1 ,mead ,co41 ,new ,york1 and used by arrangement4 ,,the ,,courtin' ,,by ,,james ,,russell ,,lowell ,god makes sech nights1 all white an' still ,fur'z you can look or listen4 ,moonshine an' snow on field an' hill1 ,all silence an' all glisten4 ,zekle crep' up quite unbeknown ,an' peeked in thru' the winder1 ,an' there sot ,huldy all alone1 ',ith no one nigh to hender4 ,a fireplace filled the room's one side ,with a half a cord o' wood in1-- ,there warn't no stoves 7tel comfort died7 ,to bake ye to a puddin'4 ,the wa'nut logs shot sparkles out ,towards the pootiest1 bless her6 ,an' leetle flames danced all about ,the chiny on the dresser4 ,agin the chimbley crook-necks hung1 ,an' in amongst 'em rusted ,the ole queen's arm thet ,gran' the ,young ,fetched back from ,concord busted4 ,the very room1 'cause she was in1 ,seemed warm from floor to ceilin'1 ,an' she looked full ez rosy agin ,ez the apples she was peelin'4 ',twas kin' o' kingdom-come to look ,on sech a blessed cretur1 ,a dog-rose bloomin' to a brook ,ain't modester nor sweeter4 ,he was six foot o' man1 ,a-#a1 ,clean grit an' human natur'2 ,none couldn't quicker pitch a ton ,nor dror a furrer straighter4 ,he'd sparked it with full twenty gals1 ,he'd squired 'em1 danced 'em1 druv 'em1 ,fust this one1 an' then thet1 by spells1-- ,all is1 he couldn't love 'em4 ,but long o' her his veins 'ould run ,all crinky like curled maple1 ,the side she breshed felt full o' sun ,ez a south slope in ,ap'il4 ,she thought no v'ice had such a swing ,ez hisn in the choir2 ,my6 when he made ,ole ,hundred ring1 ,she knowed the ,lord was nigher4 ,an' she'd blush scarlit1 right in prayer1 ,when her new meetin'-bonnet ,felt somehow thru' its crown a pair ,o' blue eyes sot upon it4 ,thet night1 ,i tell ye1 she looked some6 ,she seemed to've got a new soul1 ,for she felt sartin'-sure he's come1 ,down to her very shoe-sole4 ,she heered a foot1 an' knowed it tu1 ,a-raspin' on the scraper1-- ,all ways to once her feelin's flew ,like sparks in burnt-up paper4 ,he kin' o' l'itered on the mat1 ,some doubtfle o' the sekle2 ,his heart kept goin' pity-pat1 ,but hern went pity ,zekle4 ,an' yit she gin her cheer a jerk ,ez though she wished him furder1 ,an' on her apples kep' to work1 ,parin' away like murder4 8,you want to see my ,pa1 ,i s'pose80 8,wal 444 no 444 ,i come designin'0-- 8,to see my ,ma8 ,she's sprinklin' clo'es ,agin to-morrer's i'nin'40 ,to say why gals act so or so1 ,or don't1 'ould be presumin'2 ,mebby to mean yes an' say no ,comes nateral to women4 ,he stood a spell on one foot fust1 ,then stood a spell on t'other1 ,an' on which one he felt the wust ,he couldn't ha' told ye nuther4 ,says he1 8,i'd better call agin20 ,says she1 8,think likely1 ,mister02 ,thet last word pricked him like a pin1 ,an' 444 ,wal1 he up an' kist her4 ,when ,ma bimeby upon 'em slips1 ,huldy sot pale as ashes1 ,all kin' o' smily roun' the lips ,an' teary roun' the lashes4 ,for she was jes' the quiet kind ,whose naturs never vary1 ,like streams that keep a summer mind ,snowhid in ,jenooary4 ,the blood clost roun' her heart felt glued ,too tight for all expressin'1 ,tell mother see how matters stood1 ,an' gin 'em both her blessin'4 ,then her red come back like the tide ,down to the ,bay o' ,fundy1 ,an' all ,i know is they was cried ,in meetin' come next ,sunday4 ,a ,,rainy ,,day ,,by ,,ellye ,,howell ,,glover ,i simply cannot understand ,why grown-ups always say1 8,don't spend your money1 little boy2 ,save for a rainy day40 ,once1 when the circus was in town ,i asked ,bob for a quarter2 ,he said1 8,you're so extravagant1 ,for shame2 ,i think you'd oughter-- 8,save all your pennies2 after while ,you'll need them1 silly baby2 ,for if you spend them all1 you'll go ,out to the poorhouse--maybe40 ,and so ,i waited till next time ,when it rained cats and dogs2 ,i took the big umbrella1 and ,put on my oldest togs4 ,and when they stopped me with the words ,i knew of course they'd say1 ,i hollered1 8,i must spend my dime1 ,cause it's a rainy day40 ,,school',s ,,commenced ,,by ,,leonard ,g4 ,,nattkemper ,well1 ,i guess ,i'll have to go-- ,for school's commenced again1 you know2 ,an' now ,i'll have to be polite1 ,an' watch my words wif all my might4 ,i wish the school 'ud blow away1 ,or teachers all were sick to-day2 ,for nen ,i'd be just what ,i am1 ,an' play all day wif ,jake an' ,sam4 ,i guess us boys 'ud ruther be ,the pirates on a stormy sea1 ,that shoot wif guns an' cut wif knives1 ,than spend in school most all our lives4 ,i can't see why ,ma thinks 'at school ,is better place than swimmin' pool2 ,or that ,i'll learn more in a book ,than from my pal1 the flowin' brook4 ,it may be so1 but ,i don't care1 ,i'd ruther be a-dreamin' there ,how fine it is to be like men1 ,an' never go to school again4 ,my ,ma an' ,pa both said that they ,would be so glad when ,i'm away2 ,an' so1 ,i guess ,i'll have to go-- ,for school's commenced again1 you know4 ,,understaendlich ,,by ,,edmund ,,vance ,,cooke 7,,abridged7 ,dhe contrariest t'ing on dhe erd is men1 ,aber wimmens arr twice so contrary again1 ,andt ,i am twice so contrary as you1 ,andt you arr as worse as dhe worst one too2 ,now1 ain'd dhat zo8 ,you like to haf hoonger by dinner1 you say1 ,aber vhy do you eadt1 so dat hoonger go 'vay8 ,you like to be tired1 so you schleep like a top1 ,andt you like to go schleep1 so dhat tired feeling shtop2 ,now1 ain'd dhat zo8 ,you like to haf sugar on sauer t'ings you eadt ,andt you like to haf sauer mit dhe t'ings vhat arr sweet1 ,you like to be cold when dhe vetter is hot2 ,andt it is cold1 ach1 how varm you vould got6 ,now1 aindt dhat zo8 ,how you shdare at dhe man vhat can valk up dhe street ,on his hands1 yet you valk twice so goodt on your feet1 ,vhat a long mind you haf1 if ,i'm in your debt1 ,budt if you arr in mine1 ,o1 how quick you forget6 ,now1 aindt dhat zo8 ,are you single8 ,you like to be married1 of course4 ,are you married8 ,most likely you like a divorse6 ,andt if you vas get unmarried1 why dhen ,you go righd avay and got married again4 ,now1 ain'd dhat zo8 ,it is bedter to laugh2 it is foolish to fight ,yoost because ,i am wrong and because you ain'd right1 ,it is better to laugh mit dhe vorld1 up and down ,from dhe sole of our headt to the foot of our crown2 ,now1 ain'd dhat zo8 ,zo1 dhen you laugh at me andt dhen ,i laugh at you1 ,andt dhe more dhat you laugh vhy dhe more ,i laugh1 too1 ,andt ve laugh till ve cry6 ,vhen ve cry1 aber dhen1 ,ve will bot' feel zo goot ve go laughing again6 ,now1 ain'd dhat zo8 ,a ,,thurru' ,,rest ,,anonymous ,examination's over 'n' ,i don't care if ,i passed1 ,an' ,i don't care if ,i didn't fer vacation's come at last6 ,i thought 'twould never git here1 fer the days dragged by as slow ,as ,davy ,jones's ma1 who calls 'n' don't know when to go4 ,pop says ,i ort to go to work1 but ma says she knows best1 ',n' what a boy of my age needs is just a thurru' rest4 ,so me an' ,dave'll get up every mornin' bright 'n' soon1 ,an' pitch 'n' ketch till breakfast1 'n' bat up flies till noon4 ',cause after dinner every day the ,hustlehards--his nine-- ,is goin' to play a series fer the champeenship with mine3 ,the one behind at dark has got to say the other's best4 ,gee6 ain't ,i glad vacation's here 'n' ,i got time to rest4 ,then ,i'm a-goin' to learn the other fellers how to dive1 ,an' rassle ,billy ,potter1 best thirteen in twenty-five6 ',n' after supper ,dave 'n' ,i are goin' to have a race1 ,ten times around the block1 'n' if ,i win he'll bust my face4 ,that's what he says6 ,but he'll find out which one of us is best2 ,i'm feeling pretty strong now since ,i'm havin' such a rest4 ,there's goin' to be a picnic 'n' you bet yer life ,i'm goin'2 ,i'm entered in the swimmin' race1 'n' greasy pole1 'n' rowin'1 ,the sack race 'n' potato race are mine1 ,i bet a dime1 ',n' in 8the mile0 ,i simply got to win the prize fer time1 ',cause it's a ticket to the ,gym4 ,i like that prize the best1 ,fer a feller needs some exercise as well as just a rest4 ,i'm goin' to visit ,uncle's farm4 ,he lets me do the chores ',n' work just like the farm-hands do1 right in the fields out-doors4 ,i'm goin' to git a bag to punch1 so's ,i won't git too fat3 ,we're goin' to have a six-day race--,i got to train fer that4 ,i want to do so many things1 ,i don't know which is best2 ,i bet vacation's over 'fore ,i get a thurru' rest6 ,,no ,,shootin' ,,off ,,this ,,year ,,anonymous ,there ain't no ,declaration4 ,naw ,there ain't no ,fourth-,july4 ,there ain't no 8free 'n' equal0 law1 ',n' ,washin'ton could lie4 ,they never dumped no ,boston tea2 ,it's fakey1 all you hear1 ,fer pop says there ain't goin' to be ,no shootin' off this year4 ,they talk about pertectin' us ,to keep the ,fourth in peace2 ,but we ain't makin' any fuss1 ,ner askin' fer police4 ,we ain't afraid of smoke 'n' noise1 ,er little lumps of lead2 ',n' why should they blame livin' boys ,because some boys is dead8 ,it ain't my fault the fuse went out ',n' ,tom went up 'n' blew2 ,besides he's just as well without ,his extry ear er two4 ,they cut off ,oscar's leg1 but he ,don't seem to miss it much2 ,he'd beat us hoppin' yet1 if we ',ud let him use his crutch4 ,it ain't my fault that ,willie blew ,his hand off1 like a chump2 ,i told him what those big ones do2 ,he needn't 'a' took the stump4 ,it ain't my fault a rocket flies ',n' hits some him er her2 ,somebody's got to wear glass eyes2 ,that's what glass eyes is fer6 ,it ain't my fault the stuff was bad ,they made ,jim's pistol of2 ,besides the preacher said1 8,we're glad ,he's happier up above60 ,bet ,i'd be happier1 anyhow1 ,most any place but here1 ,where they ain't goin' to allow ,no shootin' off this year6 ,,haul ,,away1 ,,joe ,,by ,,charles ,,keeler ,o ,oi wuz a loafin' lubber but bedad ,i learned to wurrk ,whin ,oi loighted out o' ,county ,corrk along wid ,paddy ,burrke4 ,we stowed abarrd a coaster an' her skipper wuz a brick2 ,begorrah if yez didn't moind1 he'd boost yez wid a kick6 ,away1 haal away1 haal away1 ,joe6 ,th' pigs wuz lane in ,county ,corrk1 th' men all starrved on taties1 ,but ,oi shipped upon a ,yankee barrk1 and better1 faith1 me fate is6 ,och ,oi hed an ,irish darlint1 but she ghrew so fat an' lazy ,thet ,oi bounced her fur a ,yankee gurrl1 an' surre but she's a daisy6 ,away1 haal away1 haal away1 ,joe6 ,o since ,oi lift auld ,ireland ,oi've poaked thro' miny plaices1 ,oi've wurrked me way1 ,oi've arrned me pay at haalin' shates an' braces2 ,on farrin' shorres ,oi've sot me eye on gurrls iv iv'ry nashin1 ,me ,yankee gurrl hes ne'er a mate throughhout th' woid creashin6 ,away1 haal away1 haal away1 ,joe6 --,copyright by the publisher1 ,a4 ,m4 ,robertson1 ,san ,francisco1 and used by his kind permission4 ,,black ,,sailors' ,,chanty ,,by ,,charles ,,keeler ,yo ho1 ma hahties1 da's a hurricane a-brewin'1 ,fo' de cook he hasn't nuffin fo' de sailah-men a-stewin'1-- ,he am skulkin' in his bunk1 am dat niggah of a cook1 ,an' his chaowdah 'm in de ocean while de pot am on de hook4 ,you can chaw a chunk o' hahd-tack mos' as tendah as a brick1 ,but d'ain't no smokin' 'possum when de cook am lyin' sick4 ,ah remembah in de cane-fiel' we hed pone-cakes ebry day2 ,slack yo line a bit1 ma hahties6 pull away6 pull away6 ,an' ,ah 'low ,ah'm feelin' homesick1 jes' t' mention ob ma honey1-- ,she's a libbin' at de cabin an' she's out o' cloes an' money4 ,while we chaw a chunk o' hahd-tack mos' as tendah as a brick1 ,but d'ain't no smokin' 'possum while de cook am lyin' sick4 ,o ma po' neglected ,liza an' her piccaninny ,jo1 ,ah's ben roamin' sence ,ah left her case ,ah wanted fo' to go6 ,ah's ben hustlin' roun' de islands1 navigatin' all de sea1 ,while ma honey specs a hungry shark done stuff hisself wid me4 ,while we chaw a chunk o' hahd-tack mos' as tendah as a brick1 ,but d'ain't no smokin' 'possum while de cook am lyin' sick4 --,copyright by the publisher1 ,a4 ,m4 ,robertson1 ,san ,francisco2 and used by his kind permission4 ,,josiah ,,and ,,symanthy ,,by ,,fred ,,emerson ,,brooks ,josiah loved ,symanthy ,and ,symanthy loved ,josi'1 ,which you couldn't fail to notice ,in the rollin' of the eye2 ,but they never told each other1 ,on account o' bein' shy1 ',pears to me6 ,but they kept right on a-lovin' ,jes like any couple would4 ,weren't no reason why they shouldn't1 ,ner no reason why they should1 ',cause there wa'n't no p'ints about 'em ,cupid reckoned on as good1 ',pears to me6 ,now this love disease is mortal1 ',cause it tackles mortals so1 ,an' the oftener you have it ,the worse it seems to grow2 ,more you try to hide the symptoms1 ,more the symptoms seem to show1 ',pears to me6 ,josiah was uneasy ,when ,symanthy wasn't near1 ,an' he got still more uneasy ,whenever she'd appear4 ,but sittin' down beside 'er ,got his joints clean out o' gear1 ',pears to me6 ,he put his arm behind 'er1 ,an' then he pulled it back ,until ,symanthy giggled3 8,guess yer gittin' on the track ,by the way yer flusticatin'2 ,kind a-lookin' fer a smack1 ',pears to me60 ,then ,josiah stopped a minute1 ,jes consid'rin' how 'twould be ,an' how best to go about it1 ',cause he hadn't much idee2 ,but he knew 'twas waitin' fer him1 ,by ,symanthy's shy te-he6 ',pears to me6 ,then ,symanthy got pretending1 ,she was bitin' off her thumb1 ,but she wasn't--she was waitin' ,for whatever chose to come2 ,while ,josiah's tongue kept rollin' ,in his cheek1 like chewin'-gum1 ',pears to me6 ,when ,josiah was persuaded ,that ,symanthy wouldn't shout1 ,wa'n't a-jokin'1 ner a-foolin'1 ,ner a-fixin' to back out1-- ,then he buckled up his courage3 ,kissed her cheek or thereabout1 ',pears to me6 ,then he asked 'er if she'd have him1 ,an' she answered3 8,what d' ye guess80 ,said he wa'n't no good at guessin'2 ,so she smiled an' snickered3 8,yes6 ,since ,i git ye all fer nothin' ,i couldn't do no less1 ',pears to me60 ,when the ,squire asked 'em the questions-- ,on the weddin'-day they set-- ,which some people answer quickly ,an' about as soon forget1-- ,symanthy said3 8,i reckin60 ,an' ,josiah said3 8,you bet60 ',pears to me6 ,when they took their weddin' journey ,up an' down the city street1 ,josiah told ,symanthy ,that he guessed they'd have a treat3 ,so they went an' got some oysters-- ,what they never yet had eat1 ',pears to me6 ,then ,josiah1 sort o' thinkin'1 ,said3 8,i thought they had a shell2 ,what the slipp'ry things resemble ,i'll be switched if ,i can tell2 ,an' they look so pale an' sickly ,kind o' reckon they ain't well1 ',pears to me60 8,i wonder how they eat 'em80 ,said ,symanthy1 8,how'd ,i know8 ,i've eat everythin' that you have ,ever since you've been my beau6 ,but ,i'll bet a cent ye dasn't ,put one in an' let 'er go6 ',pears to me60 ,while ,symanthy eat the crackers ,josiah let one slip2 ,said it didn't taste like nothin'2 ,wasn't ripe2 then closed his lip2 ,vowed he wouldn't eat another1 ,fear 'twould spile his weddin' trip1 ',pears to me6 ,when the tip-expectin' beggar ,bowed1 an' smilin' meekly1 said3 8,colonel hasn't feed the waitah60 ,then ,josiah jerked his head-- 8,you can feed on them 'ere oysters ,if the pesky things ain't dead1 ',pears to me60 --,copyright by ,forbes ,co41 ,chicago1 and used by kind permission of author and publisher4 ,,charlie ,,jones',s ,,bad ,,luck ,,by ,a4 ,j4 ,,waterhouse 7,as discussed by little ,willie7 ,i don't care if ,charlie ,jones ,is better 'an ,i be2 ,an' ,i don't care if teacher says ,he's smart 'long side er me2 ,an' ,i don't care1 w'en vis'tors come1 ,if she on him does call2 ,he ain't got measles1 like ,i have-- ,he don't have luck at all4 ,he never had the whoopin' cough1 ,ner mos' cut off his thumb1 ,ner ever fell an' broke his leg ,an' had a doctor come4 ,he hardly ever stubs his toe1 ,an' if he does1 he'll bawl6 ,there's nothin' special comes to him-- ,he don't have luck at all4 ,an' ,i don't care if he can say ,more tex's an' things 'an ,i2 ,he never burnt both hands to once ',long 'bout the ,fo'th ,july4 ,he never had the chicken-pox1 ,ner p'isen oak--las' ,fall6 ,he can't be proud o' nothin' much-- ,he don't have luck at all4 --,from 8,lays for ,little ,chaps40 ,,kissing',s ,,no ,,sin ,,anonymous ,some say that kissing's a sin2 ,but ,i think it's nane ava1 ,for kissing has wonn'd in this warld ,since ever that there was twa4 ,o1 if it wasna lawfu'1 ,lawyers wadna allow it2 ,if it wasna holy1 ,ministers wadna do it4 ,if it wasna modest1 ,maidens wadna take it2 ,if it wasna plenty1 ,puir folks wadna get it4 ,,if ,i ,,darst ,,by ,,eugene ,,field ,i'd like to be a cowboy1 an' ride a firey hoss ,way out into the big and boundless ,west2 ,i'd kill the bears an' catamounts an' wolves ,i come across1 ,an' ,i'd pluck the bal' head eagle from his nest6 ,with my pistol at my side1 ,i would roam the prarers wide1 ,an' to scalp the savage ,injun in his wigwam would ,i ride-- ,if ,i darst2 but ,i darsen't4 ,i'd like to go to ,afriky an' hunt the lions there1 ,an' the biggest ollyfunts you ever saw6 ,i would track the fierce gorilla to his equatorial lair1 ,an' beard the cannybull that eats folks raw4 ,i'd chase the pizen snakes ,an' the pottimus that makes ,his nest down at the bottom of unfathomable lakes-- ,if ,i darst2 but ,i darsen't4 ,i would ,i were a pirut to sail the ocean blue1 ,with a big black flag a-flyin' overhead2 ,i would scour the billowy main with my gallant pirut crew1 ,an' dye the sea a gouty1 gory red4 ,with my cutlass in my hand ,on the quarterdeck ,i'd stand ,and to deeds of heroism ,i'd incite my pirut band-- ,if ,i darst2 but ,i darsen't4 ,and1 if ,i darst1 ,i'd lick my pa for the times that he's licked me1 ,i'd lick my brother an' my teacher1 too1 ,i'd lick the fellers that call round on sister after tea1 ,an' ,i'd keep on lickin' folks till ,i got through4 ,you bet4 ,i'd run away ,from my lessons to my play1 ,an' ,i'd shoo the hens1 and tease the cat1 an' kiss the girls all day-- ,if ,i darst2 but ,i darsen't4 ,,derndest ,,gal ,i ,,ever ,,knowed ,,by ,,herbert ,,bashford ,derndest gal ,i ever knowed1 ,neatest gal ,i ever seen1 ,lived down in the ,red ,ravine ,jest below the county road1 ,guess she wuz about sixteen-- ,sophy wuz her name1 an' she ,wuz ez cute ez cute kin be4 ,when ,i'd go t' town ,i brung ,her the biggest lot o' stuff1 ,pop-corn1 likrish1 'n' enough ,candy fer t' fill a room4 ,once she hit me with a broom ,cuz ,i kissed her on the cheek1 ,an' the midget wouldn't speak ,t' me fer1 perhaps1 a week4 ,when ,i'd raise my eyes to hern ,jeminny6 my cheeks 'ud burn ,an' git redder 'n' a beet4 ,oh1 she looked jest powerful sweet6 ,when ,i'd try to call her dear1 ,why1 ,i'd feel so doggoned queer ,that ,i'd lean ag'in' th' fence ',zif ,i didn' hev no sense1 ,twist th' buttons on my vest1 ,ast her who she liked th' best1 ,ast her if it wuzn't ,bill1 ,er old ,jones thet run th' mill1 ,keep a-hintin' 'round1 yuh see1 ,till she'd up an' say 'twuz me4 ,i wuz jellus o' ,jim ,pike1 ,jellus ez th' very deuce ,though there didn't seem much use1 ,fer his freckles wuz so thick1 ,an' his hair wuz so like brick ,thet a feller one day said ,yuh could toast a hunk o' bread ,ef yuh'd hold it nigh his head4 ,he wuz awkarder'n sin1 ,never fished along the crick ,but he'd hev t' tumble in4 ,sophy 'peared t' pity ,jim1 ,while ,i thought if ,i wuz him ,i'd go off 'n' hide somewhere1 ,else put plaster on my hair4 ,but this homely1 lantern-jawed ,lookin' cuss stood 'round 'n' chawed ,on a plug o' terbacker ,half his time 'n' talked t' her ,of his love1 till ,i jest told ,him t' mosey1 an' he rolled ,up his sleeves 'n' landed me ,plumb betwixt th' eyes1 then he ,went to ,sophy1 an'1 sir1 she ,married him6 ,the pesky mule6 ,wuzn't she a reg'ler fool8 ,i wuz jest tetotally blowed-- ,derndest gal ,i ever knowed6 --,copyright by ,harr ,wagner ,co41 ,san ,francisco1 and used by kind permission of author and publisher4 ,,on ,,newbrasky',s ,,fertile ,,shore ,,by ,,herbert ,,bashford ,oh1 ,i am so orful humsick6 ,an' ,i feel so wretched queer6 ,ephrum1 he has gone a-ridin' on a wild eclectric keer1 ,rhody--that's my only darter--she has gone an' left me1 tew1 ,both a trapesin' 'round like ijits--wonder what's th' next they'll do8 ,they don't seem to think they're darin' ,providence right in th' face1 ,ridin' without hoss er engine 'n' goin' at a break-neck pace3 ,course ,i needn't stand here waitin'1 both insisted ,i should come1 ,but ,i vow ,i'll not be reckless when ,i am so fer from hum3 ,clear out here by th' ,pacific1 jist as fur as we kin git1 ,an' if we stay here much longer ,i declare ,i'll hev a fit4 ,it's th' most deceivin' kentry as ever' one'll say ,ever' drap o' water salty in th' hull o' ,frisco bay4 ,oh1 ,i've tramped these pesky sidewalks till my feet is lame an' sore1 ,an' a-yearnin' ever' minute fur ,newbrasky's fertile shore6 ,then they brag about their scenery6 ,californy6 ,humph6 ,o dear6 ,scenery6 ,well1 jest speaking plainly1 ,i don't see no scenery here3 ,nothin' but the mount'in ranges rarin' up so 'tarnal high ,thet a buddy kint look nowheres 'cept the middle o' th' sky4 ,mount'ins1 everlastin' mount'ins1 hills 'n' woods 'n' rocks 'n' snow1 ,where th' scenery is they're braggin' on ,i'm th' one as wants t' know4 ,let 'em stand in ,lincoln county jest aback our cowyard fence1 ,an' if they don't say there's scenery they hain't got a mite o' sense2 ,why yuh kin look fur miles around yuh an' see nothin' but th' flat ,level prairie in th' sunshine kivered in its grassy mat4 ,that is scenery--yuh kin look there jest as fur as yuh kin see ,with no hills a-interposin'1 er no rocks1 er airy tree4 ,oh1 ,i've told my husband1 ,ephrum1 that ,i'd gallavant no more ,when ag'in ,i'd sot my foot on old ,newbrasky's fertile shore4 ,then ,i'm worried so 'bout ,rhody1 fur she's missin' ever' day ,all her lessons on th' melojun that paw bought fur her last ,may1 ,an' she could perform amazin'2 she could play 8,old ,hundred0 nice ,an' another song beginnin' 8,happy ,day that ,fixed ,my ,ch'ice40 ,yes1 th' singin' teacher told me as we parted at th' keers1 ,he was shore she'd play th' organ in th' church 'fore many years4 ,now her notion's highkerflutin'1 a pianner she wants now1 ,an' her paw sez he will get it soon as he kin sell a cow1 ,sez he kin dispose o' ,muly--,i jest told him no sir-e-e ,not fur no new-fangled nonsense--,muly's my cow1 an' you see ,he's jest got a spite ag'in her 'cause she's got a lengthy tail ,an' in fightin' skeeters sometimes whicks it in th' milkin' pail4 ,oh1 ,i'll be the gladdest mortal when ,i reach th' kitchen door ,of that dear old farmhouse standin' on ,newbrasky's fertile shore6 ,no1 ,i don't enjoy th' city where the wimmen folks is dressed ,monday an' clean through till ,saturday all in their ,sunday best4 ,i jest like to ketch my wrapper up 'n' pin it 'round my waist1 ,carin' not a single copper if my shoe-string comes unlaced1 ,then go out an' milk old ,muly an' turn out th' spotted calf ,while th' chickens giggle 'round me an' the speckled roosters laff1 ,then go in th' summer kitchen1 set me down an' churn a spell1 ,till time comes t' put th' victuals on an' ring th' dinner bell4 ,yes1 ,i love th' peaceful quiet o' th' farm where it's so still1 ,nothin' but th' ducks a-quackin' 'n' pigs a-squealin' fur their swill1 ,nothin' but th' geese a-clackin' 'n' the bawlin' o' th' cows1 ,an' th' nickerin' o' th' hosses as they're comin' t' th' house2 ,oh1 ,i want t' leave th' city with its racket an' its roar ,an' git back there t' the silence o' ,newbrasky's fertile shore6 --,copyright by ,harr ,wagner ,co41 ,san ,francisco1 and used by kind permission of author and publisher4 8,,fuzzy-,,wuzzy0 ,,by ,,rudyard ,,kipling ,we've fought with many men acrost the seas1 ,an' some of 'em was brave an' some was not3 ,the paythan an' the ,zulu an' ,burmese2 ,but the ,fuzzy was the finest o' the lot4 ,we never got a ha'porth's change of 'im3 ',e squatted in the scrub an' 'ocked our 'orses1 ',e cut our sentries up at ,suakim1 ,an' 'e played the cat an' banjo with our forces4 ,so 'ere's to you1 ,fuzzy-,wuzzy1 at your 'ome in the ,sowdan2 ,you're a poor benighted 'eathen but a first-class fightin' man2 ,we give you your certifikit1 and if you want it signed ,we'll come an' have a romp with you whenever you're inclined4 ,we took our chanst among the ,kyber hills1 ,the ,boers knocked us silly at a mile1 ,the ,burman guv us ,irriwaddy chills1 ,an' a ,zulu impi dished us up in style2 ,but all we ever got from such as they ,was pop to what the ,fuzzy made us swaller2 ,we 'eld our bloomin' own1 the papers say1 ,but man for man the ,fuzzy knocked us 'oller4 ,then 'ere's to you1 ,fuzzy-,wuzzy1 an' the missis and the kid2 ,our orders was to break you1 an' of course we went and did4 ,we sloshed you with ,martinis1 an' it wasn't 'ardly fair2 ,but for all the odds agin you1 ,fuzzy-,wuz1 you bruk the square4 ',e 'asn't got no papers of 'is own1 ',e 'asn't got no medals nor rewards ,so we must certify the skill 'e's shown ,in usin' of 'is long two-handled swords2 ,when 'e's 'oppin' in an' out among the bush ,with 'is coffin-'eaded shield an' shovel-spear1 ,a 'appy day with ,fuzzy on the rush ,will last a 'ealthy ,tommy for a year4 ,so 'ere's to you1 ,fuzzy-,wuzzy1 an' your friends which is no more1 ,if we 'adn't lost some mess-mates we would help you to deplore2 ,but give an' take's the gospel1 an' we'll call the bargain fair1 ,for if you 'ave lost more than us1 you crumbled up the square6 ',e rushes at the smoke when we let drive1 ,an'1 before we know1 'e's 'ackin' at our 'ead2 ',e's all 'ot sand an' ginger when alive1 ,an' 'e's generally shammin' when 'e's dead4 ',e's a daisy1 'e's a duck1 'e's a lamb6 ',e's a injia-rubber idiot on the spree1 ',e's the on'y thing that doesn't care a damn ,for the ,regiment o' ,british ,infantree4 ,so 'ere's to you1 ,fuzzy-,wuzzy1 at your 'ome in the ,sowdan2 ,you're a pore benighted 'eathen but a first-class fightin' man2 ,an' 'ere's to you1 ,fuzzy-,wuzzy1 with your 'ayrick 'ead of 'air-- ,you big black boundin' beggar--for you bruk a ,british square4 ,,thoughts ,,from ,,bub ,,by ,,leonard ,g4 ,,nattkemper ,my name is ,bub1 'cuz papa sed ,he'd ruther call me so than ,ned4 ,but mamma calls me 'ist her beau-- ,w'en ,i am good1 ,i mean1 you know4 ,so1 ,i 'ist hardly knows my name ,i guess--,i bet 'ist all the same1 ,i'm papa's boy an' mamma's dear1 ,an' ,i be glad 'ist 'cuz ,i'm here4 ,it's hard to make a name1 ,i s'pose1 ,w'en they have used 'bout all o' those ,that they have heard or that they've read-- ,o' course1 there's more w'en people's dead4 ,an' now ,i wonder if that ,i ,will leave my name w'en ,i must die4 ,i guess it's so1 'cuz we 'ist call ,angel's last name for them all4 ,i'm glad ,i'm not an angel yet1 ,whose names are less than mine1 ,i bet1 ,still it must be nice to see ,all the folks that used to be4 ,oh1 my1 ,i don't know what to say ,about my names1 'cuz every day ,my mamma finds a new one1 too-- ,i'm 'fraid she's left no names for you4 ,the bestest thing in all this worl' ,is1 ,i'm a boy an' not a girl1 ,girls are good as they can be1 ,but boys are best you must agree4 ,i guess ,i've tol' you all ,i know ,from where names come to where they go2 ,but 'member now 'ist what ,i sed1 ,my name is ,bub instead o' ,ned4 ,,the ,,vegetable ,,man ,,by ,,leonard ,g4 ,,nattkemper ,a ,chinaman comes to our house each day ,wif horses that's colored both red an' gray1 ,an' wagon 'ist full of things to eat-- ,an' up ,i climbs on his big high seat4 ,this ,chinaman's name ,i cannot tell-- ,but 8veg'table man0 will do as well2 ,for corn an' beans and cabbage1 too1 ,he grows in the fields for me an' you4 ,an' w'en it's time to drive to town ,he brings his wagon 'ist loaded down ,with veg't'ble things an' peaches too-- ,he'll peel you one if ,i ask him to4 ,gee1 but ,i love this ,chinaman2 ,he stops an' plays1 an' one day ran ,aroun' his wagon clear out of sight-- ,but ,i found him there an' held on tight4 ,then up he lifts me way up high1 ,an' laughs again wif his funny eye-- ,i forgot to tell that he can see ',ist half so well as you an' me4 ',cause one day w'en he's 'ist a boy ,an' playin' wif a home-made toy1 ,it flew aroun' an' hit his face1 ,an' left that funny open place4 ,but ,i don't care if he is queer1 ,he sees enough to know ,i'm here1 ,an' finds the time to stop an' play ,w'en ,i am lonesome through the day4 ,but ma an' dad are not so kind ,as veg't'ble man whose eye is blind4 ,i guess ,i love them all ,i can1 ,but most ,i love my ,chinaman4 ,,immigration ,,by ,,wallace ,,irwin ,ezekiel1 the ,puritan1 ,thus lifts his protestation3 8,by ginger1 ,i'm ,american1 ,and don't like immigration4 ,naow ,i jest guess ,i got here fust ,and know what ,i'm abaout1 ,when ,i declar' we'll all go bust ,or keep them aliens out40 ,max ,heidelburg1 the ,german1 says3 8,jah also4 ,right1 mein frendt4 ,if ve dot foreign trash admit ,our woes will nefer endt4 ,i am ,americans as you ,und villing to ge-shout #8,hurray mit red und vite und plue1 ,und kiip dose aliens oudt6'0 ,ike ,diamondstein1 the ,jew1 exclaims3 8,ah1 ,izzy1 ain't dat grandt6 ,ve ,yangees haf such nople aims ,und vill togeder standt1 ,ve've got der goods1 ve're nach'ralized-- ,vat hinters us from shouten #8,americavich is civilzized1 ,so keep dose aliens outen6'0 ,pietro ,garibaldi says3 8,here ever-r-ry man is king4 ,i catch-a da fun1 ,i mak-a da mon1 ,i like-a da ever-r-yt'ing4 ,american he gent-a-man-- ,watch-a da ,dago shout1 #8,sell-a da fruit1 shin-a da boot1 ,keep-a da alien out6'0 ,the ,irishman vociferates3 8,sure1 ,mike1 it's sahft as jelly4 ,i'll take the shtick and crack the pates ,of ivery foreign ,kelly4 ,if it's the call o' polyticks1 ,then ,i'm the la'ad to shout1 #8,down wid th' ,da-agos an' th' ,micks1 ,an' keep th' aliens out6'0 ,but covered with ancestral tan1 ,beside his wigwam door1 ,the only real ,american ,counts idle talk a bore4 8,ugh6 ,pale-face man he mighty thief4 ,much medicine talk about-- ,it heap too late for ,injun chief ,to keep-um alien out40 ,,pathetic ,,selections ,,in ,,poetry ,,passin' ,,by#aa ,,by ,,bombardier ,b4 ,,bumpas ,well1 ,i went an' joined the army1 an' ,i done my little bit-- ',ere's the bloke wot put my pot on2 yes1 ,i keeps 'im in my kit-- ,no1 'e ain't no proper soft-nose2 just the end off on the sly2 ',e's the only one wot got me--but ,i've 'eard 'em passin' by1 ,god ,a'mighty6 ,yes1 ,i've 'eard 'em passin' by4 ,passin' by2 passin' by2 with a little whistlin' sigh1 8,nearly got you that time1 ,sonny1 just a little bit too high10 ,or a crack like1 8,jack1 look out there3 ,keep yer 'ead down1 mind yer eye60 ,but they're gone an' far behind yer 'fore you'll 'ear 'em passin' by4 ,yes1 ,i lay from ,toosday mornin' till the ,wensday afternoon2 ',en the ,black ,watch took their trenches 'en it woke me from a swoon4 ,i was flamin'1 nearly mad wi' thirst an' pain1 an' fit to cry1 ,but ,i cheered 'em as they trampled on me carcus1 passin' by4 ,god ,a'mighty6 ,yes1 ,i cheered 'em as ,i 'eard 'em passin' by4 ,passin' by2 passin' by2 trippin'1 failin'1 gettin' nigh4 ,gettin' nearer to the trenches1 'en you 'eard a ,tommy cry3 8,don't forget the ,belgian wimmen1 nor the little bairns forbye40 ,god6 ,i wouldn't be a ,german when them men was passin' by4 ,then they gathered us together an' they sorted out the worst-- ,wot they called the 8stretcher cases0--and they 'tended to us first1 ,they was overworked an' crowded1 an' the ,doc 'ud give a sigh-- 8,hopeless1 that case0--8that one1 also0--speakin' softly1 passin' by4 ,god6 ,they watched 'im1 silent1 suff'rin'1 watchin'1 hopin'--passin' by4 ,passin' by2 passin' by2 curt command an' stifled sigh1 ,for it ain't no place for drama1 an' a man 'as got ter die2 ',en ,i thought ,i 'eard a whimper an' a little soft reply-- 8,greater love than this hath no man0--some one speakin' passin' by4 ,so they ships me off to 8,blighty10 'en they sticks me in a ward1 ,i was short a leg an' peeper1 but they treats me like a lord4 ,i'd allus bin a lonely bloke1 an' so ,i used ter lie ,an' watch the fren's of other men continual passin' by1 ,sisters1 children1 wives1 an' mothers1 everlastin' passin' by4 ,passin' by2 passin' by2 with a smile or with a sigh2 ,with their cigarettes an' matches1 flowers or shirt or pipe or tie2 ,an' one 'ud sometimes talk an' speak--,i used ter wonder why-- ,cos ,i ain't no blame ,adonis1 not ter notice1 passin' by4 ,i'm thinkin' if the angels 'ave a ,union ,jack around1 ,an' sticks it somewhere prominent when ,gabriel starts to sound1 ,the people round that flag will be 'most half the hosts on high-- ,the men who've passed1 or waits to pass1 or now are passin' by1 ,big 'earted men an' wimmen1 white an' black1 a-passin' by4 ,passin' by2 passin' by2 just to keep that flag on high1 ,an' all that flag 'as stood for in the days that's now gone by2 ,an' when they pass before1 ,i'm sure ',e'll listen to their cry1 ,an' ',e'll treat 'em very gentle1 an' forgive 'em1 passin' by4 ,,jeanie ,,morrison ,,by ,,william ,,motherwell ,i've wandered east1 ,i've wandered west1 ,through mony a weary way2 ,but never1 never can forget ,the luve o' life's young day6 ,the fire that's blawn on ,beltanes e'en ,may weel be black 'gin ,yule2 ,but blacker fa' awaits the heart ,where first fond luve grows cule4 ,o dear1 dear ,jeanie ,morrison1 ,the thochts o' bygane years ,still fling their shadows ower my path1 ,and blind my een wi' tears3 ,they blind my een wi' saut1 saut tears1 ,and sair and sick ,i pine1 ,as memory idly summons up ,the blithe blinks o' langsyne4 ',twas then we luvit ilk ither weel1 ',twas then we twa did part2 ,sweet time1--sad time6 twa bairns at scule1 ,twa bairns1 and but ae heart6 ',twas then we sat on ae laigh bink1 ,to leir ilk ither lear2 ,and tones and looks and smiles were shed1 ,remembered evermair4 ,i wonder1 ,jeanie1 aften yet1 ,when sitting on that bink1 ,cheek touchin' cheek1 loof locked in loof1 ,what our wee heads could think4 ,when baith bent doun ower ae braid page1 ,wi' ae buik on our knee1 ,thy lips were on thy lesson1 but ,my lesson was in thee4 ,o1 mind ye how we hung our heads1 ,how cheeks brent red wi' shame1 ,whene'er the scule-weans1 laughin'1 said ,we cleeked thegither hame8 ,and mind ye o' the ,saturdays1 7,the scule then skail't at noon17 ,when we ran off the speel the braes1-- ,the broomy braes o' ,june8 ,my head rins round and round about1-- ,my heart flows like a sea1 ,as ane by ane the thochts rush back ,o' scule-time and o' thee4 ,o mornin' life6 ,o mornin' luve6 ,o lichtsome days and lang1 ,when hinnied hopes around our hearts ,like summer blossoms sprang6 ,o1 mind ye1 luve1 how aft we left ,the deavin' dinsome toun1 ,to wander by the green burnside1 ,and hear its waters croon8 ,the simmer leaves hung ower our heads1 ,the flowers burst round our feet1 ,and in the gloamin' o' the wood ,the throssil whusslit sweet2 ,the throssil whusslit in the wood1 ,the burn sang to the trees1-- ,and we1 with ,nature's heart in tune1 ,concerted harmonies2 ,and on the knowe abune the burn ,for hours thegither sat ,in the silentness o' joy1 till baith ,wi' very gladness grat4 ,ay1 ay1 dear ,jeanie ,morrison1 ,tears trinkled doun your cheek ,like dew-beads on a rose1 yet nane ,had ony power to speak6 ,that was a time1 a blessed time1 ,when hearts were fresh and young1 ,when freely gushed all feelings forth1 ,unsyllabled1--unsung6 ,i marvel1 ,jeanie ,morrison1 ,gin ,i hae bin to thee ,as closely twined wi' earliest thocts ,as ye hae been to me8 ,o1 tell me gin their music fills ,thine ear as it does mine6 ,o1 say gin e'er your heart grows grit ,wi' dreamings o' langsyne8 ,i've wandered east1 ,i've wandered west1 ,i've borne a weary lot2 ,but in my wanderings1 far or near1 ,ye never were forgot4 ,the fount that first burst frae this heart ,still travels on its way2 ,and channels deeper1 as it rins1 ,the luv o' life's young day4 ,o dear1 dear ,jeanie ,morrison1 ,since we were sindered young ,i've never seen your face1 nor heard ,the music o' your tongue2 ,but ,i could hug all wretchedness1 ,and happy could ,i dee1 ,did ,i but ken your heart still dreamed ,o' bygone days and me6 ,,cuddle ,,doon ,,by ,,alexander ,,anderson ,the bairnies cuddle doon at nicht ,wi' muckle faught an' din2 8,oh1 try and sleep1 ye waukrief rogues1 ,your faither's comin' in40 ,they never heed a word ,i speak2 ,i try to gie a froon1 ,but aye ,i hap them up an' cry1 8,oh1 bairnies1 cuddle doon40 ,wee ,jamie wi' the curly heid-- ,he aye sleeps next the wa'-- ,bangs up an' cries1 8,i want a piece20 ,the rascal starts them a'4 ,i rin an' fetch them pieces1 drinks1 ,they stop awee the soun'1 ,then draw the blankets up an' cry1 8,noo1 weanies1 cuddle doon40 ,but ere five minutes gang1 wee ,rab ,cries out1 frae neath the claes1 8,mither1 mak' ,tam gie ower at once1 ,he's kittlin' wi' his taes40 ,the mischief's in that ,tam for tricks1 ,he'd bother half the toon1 ,but aye ,i hap them up and cry1 8,oh1 bairnies1 cuddle doon40 ,at length they hear their faither's fit1 ,an' as he steeks the door1 ,they turn their faces to the wa'1 ,while ,tam pretends to snore4 8,hae a' the weans been gude80 he asks1 ,as he pits off his shoon2 8,the bairnies1 ,john1 are in their beds1 ,an' lang since cuddled doon40 ,and just afore we bed oorsels1 ,we look at our wee lambs2 ,tam has his airm roun' wee ,rab's neck1 ,and ,rab his airm round ,tam's4 ,i lift wee ,jamie up the bed1 ,an' as ,i straik each croon1 ,i whisper1 till my heart fills up1 8,oh1 bairnies1 cuddle doon40 ,the bairnies cuddle doon at nicht ,wi' mirth that's dear to me2 ,but soon the big warl's cark an' care ,will quaten doon their glee4 ,yet1 come what will to ilka ane1 ,may ,he who rules aboon ,aye whisper1 though their pows be beld 8,oh1 bairnies1 cuddle doon40 ,,the ,,patriot ,,by ,,robert ,,browning 7,an ,old ,story7 ,it was roses1 roses1 all the way1 ,with myrtle mixed in my path like mad3 ,the house-roofs seemed to heave and sway1 ,the church-spires flamed1 such flags they had1 ,a year ago on this very day4 ,the air broke into a mist with bells1 ,the old walls rocked with the crowd and cries4 ,had ,i said1 8,good folk1 mere noise repels-- ,but give me your sun from yonder skies60 ,they had answered 8,and afterward1 what else80 ,alack1 it was ,i who leaped at the sun ,to give it my loving friends to keep6 ,naught man could do1 have ,i left undone3 ,and you see my harvest1 what ,i reap ,this very day1 now a year is run4 ,there's nobody on the house-tops now ,just a palsied few at the windows set2 ,for the best of the sight is1 all allow1 ,at the ,shambles' ,gate--or1 better yet1 ,by the very scaffold's foot1 ,i trow4 ,i go in the rain1 and1 more than needs1 ,a rope cuts both my wrists behind2 ,and ,i think1 by the feel1 my forehead bleeds1 ,for they fling1 whoever has a mind1 ,stones at me for my year's misdeeds4 ,thus ,i entered1 and thus ,i go6 ,in triumphs1 people have dropped down dead4 8,paid by the world1 what dost thou owe ,me80 ,god might question2 now instead1 ',tis ,god shall repay3 ,i am safer so4 ,,annabel ,,lee ,,by ,,edgar ,,allan ,,poe ,it was many and many a year ago1 ,in a kingdom by the sea1 ,that a maiden there lived whom you may know ,by the name of ,annabel ,lee2 ,and this maiden she lived with no other thought ,than to love and be loved by me4 ,i was a child and she was a child1 ,in this kingdom by the sea1 ,but we loved with a love that was more than love1 ,i and my ,annabel ,lee2 ,with a love that the winged seraphs of heaven ,coveted her and me4 ,and this was the reason that1 long ago1 ,in this kingdom by the sea1 ,a wind blew out of a cloud1 chilling ,my beautiful ,annabel ,lee1 ,so that her highborn kinsmen came ,and bore her away from me1 ,to shut her up in a sepulchre ,in this kingdom by the sea4 ,the angels1 not half so happy in heaven1 ,went envying her and me2 ,yes6 that was the reason 7as all men know1 ,in this kingdom by the sea7 ,that the wind came out of the cloud by night1 ,chilling and killing my ,annabel ,lee4 ,but our love it was stronger by far than the love ,of those who were older than we1 ,of many far wiser than we2 ,and neither the angels in heaven above1 ,nor the demons down under the sea1 ,can ever dissever my soul from the soul ,of the beautiful ,annabel ,lee3 ,for the moon never beams1 without bringing me dreams ,of the beautiful ,annabel ,lee2 ,and the stars never rise1 but ,i feel the bright eyes ,of the beautiful ,annabel ,lee2 ,and so1 all the night-tide1 ,i lie by the side ,of my darling--my darling--my life and my bride1 ,in her sepulchre there by the sea1 ,in her tomb by the sounding sea4 ,,the ,,lover ,,of ,,annabel ,,lee ,,by ,,edwin ,d4 ,,casterline ,often ,i think of the beautiful soul1 ,the soul of ,annabel ,lee1 ,and the man who loved1 in the years gone by1 ,the soul of ,annabel ,lee-- ,his beautiful bride1 who sleeps by his side1 ,by the shores of the sounding sea4 ,they say he was mad1 but the world was mad1 ,more mad and more wrong than he1 ,for the soul was true that loved the soul ,of the wondrous ,annabel ,lee1 ,and the touch of that love was the love that made ,the soul of her lover free4 ,in the days gone by1 in the wreck of things1 ,from the wave of ,life's wide sea1 ,they were carried beyond by their kinsmen high1 ,he and his ,annabel ,lee2 ,her heart was pure1 too pure for the world ,that chills the heart of the free-- ,and his was a life that chilled with the life ,that passed from ,annabel ,lee4 ,but the angels are good2 in heaven above ,they gather the wrecks of the sea1 ,they gather the gold from the wrecks of love1 ,and the soul in its purity free-- ,so this is what they've done with the love ,of ,poe and his ,annabel ,lee4 ,i've stood in the room where they lived and loved1 ,and my soul touched the ,life to be1 ,and ,i felt the spell of the hidden light ,that lived in ,annabel ,lee2 ,and ,i felt the hand of the man she loved1 7,that she loved far better than we17 ,and down in my soul the double soul ,awoke the ,god in me4 ,so down in my dreams ,i follow the beams ,of ,poe and his ,annabel ,lee1 ,and deep in the night ,i see the pure light ,that flashes and quivers to me4 ,away in the years where the ,future stands1 ,in the world that is to be1 ,i know that my hands will clasp the hands ,of ,poe and his ,annabel ,lee4 ,,the ,,buried ,,heart ,,by ,,dennar ,,stewart 8,i sleep1 but my heart waketh40 ,tread lightly1 love1 when over my head1 ,beneath the daisies lying1 ,and tenderly press the grassy bed ,where the fallen rose lies dying4 ,dreamless ,i sleep in the quiet ground1 ,save when1 your foot-fall hearing1 ,my heart awakes to the old-loved sound ,and beats to the step that's nearing4 ,bright shone the moon1 last eve1 when you came-- ,still1 dust for dust hath feeling-- ,the willow-roots whispered low the name ,of him who weeps while kneeling4 ,the lily-cup holds the falling tears1 ,the tears you shed above me2 ,and ,i know through all these silent years ,there's some one still to love me4 ,oh1 softly sigh2 for ,i hear the sound ,and grieve me o'er your sorrow2 ,but leave a kiss in the myrtle mound-- ,i'll give it back to-morrow4 ,whisper me1 love1 as in moments fled1 ,while ,i dream your hand mine taketh2 ,for the stone speaks false that says1 8,she's dead20 ,i sleep1 but my heart awaketh4 ,,break6 ,,break6 ,,break6 ,,by ,,alfred ,,tennyson ,break1 break1 break1 ,on thy cold gray stones1 ,o ,sea6 ,and ,i would that my tongue could utter ,the thoughts that arise in me4 ,o1 well for the fisherman's boy1 ,that he shouts with his sister at play6 ,o1 well for the sailor-lad1 ,that he sings in his boat on the bay6 ,and the stately ships go on ,to their haven under the hill2 ,but1 ,o1 for the touch of a vanish'd hand1 ,and the sound of a voice that is still6 ,break1 break1 break1 ,at the foot of thy crags1 ,o ,sea6 ,but the tender grace of a day that is dead ,will never come back to me4 ,,beside ,,the ,,dead ,,by ,,ina ,,coolbrith 7,one of the finest sonnets in the ,english language7 ,it must be sweet1 ,o thou1 my dead1 to lie ,with hands that folded are from every task2 ,sealed with the seal of the great mystery1 ,the lips that nothing answer1 nothing ask4 ,the life-long struggle ended2 ended quite ,the weariness of patience1 and of pain1 ,and the eyes closed to open not again ,on desolate dawn or dreariness of night4 ,it must be sweet to slumber and forget2 ,to have the poor tired heart so still at last3 ,done with all yearning1 done with all regret1 ,doubt1 fear1 hope1 sorrow1 all forever past3 ,past all the hours1 or slow of wing or fleet-- ,it must be sweet1 it must be very sweet6 --,from 8,songs of the ,golden ,gate10 copyright by ,houghton1 ,mifflin ,co41 and used by kind permission of author and publisher4 ,,rocking ,,the ,,baby ,,by ,,madge ,,morris ,,wagner ,i hear her rocking the baby-- ,her room is just next to mine-- ,and ,i fancy ,i feel the dimpled arms ,that round her neck entwine1 ,as she rocks1 and rocks the baby1 ,in the room just next to mine4 ,i hear her rocking the baby ,each day when the twilight comes1 ,and ,i know there's a world of blessing and love ,in the 8baby bye0 she hums4 ,i see the restless fingers ,playing with 8mamma's rings10 ,and the sweet little smiling1 pouting mouth1 ,that to hers in kissing clings1 ,as she rocks and sings to the baby1 ,and dreams as she rocks and sings4 ,i hear her rocking the baby1 ,slower and slower now1 ,and ,i know she is leaving her good-night kiss ,on its eyes1 and cheek1 and brow4 ,from her rocking1 rocking1 rocking1 ,i wonder would she start1 ,could she know1 through the wall between us1 ,she is rocking on a heart1 ,while my empty arms are aching ,for a form they may not press1 ,and my emptier heart is breaking ,in its desolate loneliness8 ,i list to the rocking1 rocking1 ,in the room just next to mine1 ,and breathe a prayer in silence1 ,at a mother's broken shrine1 ,for the woman who rocks the baby ,in the room just next to mine4 --,copyright by ,harr ,wagner ,co41 ,san ,francisco1 and used by kind permission of author and publisher4 ,,put ,,flowers ,,on ,,my ,,grave ,,by ,,madge ,,morris ,,wagner ,when dead1 no imposing funeral rite1 ,nor line of praise ,i crave2 ,but drop your tears upon my face-- ,put flowers on my grave4 ,close not in narrow wall the place ,in which my heart finds rest1 ,nor mark with tow'ring monument ,the sod above my breast4 ,nor carve on gleaming1 marble slab ,a burning thought or deed4 ,or word of love1 or praise1 or blame1 ,for stranger eyes to read4 ,but deep1 deep in your heart of hearts1 ,a tender mem'ry save2 ,upon my dead face drop your tears-- ,put flowers on my grave4 --,copyright by ,harr ,wagner ,co41 ,san ,francisco1 and used by kind permission of author and publisher4 ,,the ,,old ,,familiar ,,faces ,,by ,,charles ,,lamb ,i have had playmates1 ,i have had companions1 ,in my days of childhood1 in my joyful school days2 ,all1 all are gone1 the old familiar faces4 ,i have been laughing1 ,i have been carousing1 ,drinking late1 sitting late1 with my bosom cronies2 ,all1 all are gone1 the old familiar faces4 ,i loved a love once1 fairest among women2 ,closed are her doors on me1 ,i must not see her-- ,all1 all are gone1 the old familiar faces4 ,i have a friend1 a kinder friend has no man2 ,like an ingrate1 ,i left my friend abruptly2 ,left him1 to muse on the old familiar faces4 ,ghost-like ,i paced round the haunts of my childhood1 ,earth seemed a desert ,i was bound to traverse1 ,seeking to find the old familiar faces4 ,friend of my bosom1 thou more than a brother1 ,why wert thou not born in my father's dwelling8 ,so might we talk of the old familiar faces-- ,how some they have died1 and some they have left me1 ,and some are taken from me2 all are departed2 ,all1 all are gone1 the old familiar faces4 ,i ,,feel ,i',m ,,growing ,,auld1 ,,gude-,,wife ,,by ,,james ,,linen ,i feel ,i'm growing auld1 gude-wife-- ,i feel ,i'm growing auld2 ,my steps are frail1 my een are bleared1 ,my pow is unco bauld4 ,i've seen the snaws o' fourscore years ,o'er hill and meadow fa'1 ,and hinnie6 were it no' for you1 ,i'd gladly slip awa'4 ,i feel ,i'm growing auld1 gude-wife-- ,i feel ,i'm growing auld2 ,frae youth to age ,i've keepit warm ,the love that ne'er turned cauld4 ,i canna bear the dreary thocht ,that we maun sindered be2 ,there's naething binds my poor auld heart ,to earth1 gude-wife1 but thee4 ,i feel ,i'm growing auld1 gude-wife-- ,i feel ,i'm growing auld2 ,life seems to me a wintry waste1 ,the very sun feels cauld4 ,of worldly frien's ye've been to me1 ,amang them a' the best2 ,now1 ,i'll lay down my weary head1 ,gude-wife1 and be at rest4 ,,da ,,thief#ab ,,by ,t4 ,a4 ,,daly ,eef poor man goes ,an' steals a rose ,een ,juna-time-- ,wan leetla rose-- ,you gon' su'pose ,dat dat's a crime8 ,eh6 w'at8 ,den taka look at me1 ,for here bayfore your eyes you see ,wan thief1 dat ees so glad an' proud ,he gona brag of eet out loud6 ,so moocha good ,i do1 an' feel1 ,from dat wan leetle rose ,i steal1 ,dat eef ,i gon' to jail to-day ,dey no could tak' my joy away4 ,so1 leesen6 here ees how eet come3 ,las' night w'en ,i am walkin' home ,from work een hotta ceety street ,ees sudden com' a smal so sweet ,eet maka heaven een my nose-- ,i look an' dere ,i see da rose6 ,not wan1 but manny1 fine an' tall1 ,dat peep at me above da wall4 ,so1 then1 ,i close my eyes an' find ,anudder peecture een my mind2 ,i see a house dat's small an' hot ,where many pretta theengs ees not1 ,where leetla woman1 good an' true1 ,ees work so hard da whole day through1 ,she's too wore out1 w'en com's da night1 ,for smile an' mak' da housa bright4 ,but presto6 now ,i'm home1 an' she ,ees seetin' on da step weeth me4 ,bambino1 sleepin' on her breast1 ,ees nevva know more sweeta rest1 ,an' nevva was sooch glad su'prise ,like now ees shina from her eyes2 ,an' all baycause to-night she wear ,wan leetla rose stuck een her hair4 ,she ees so please'6 ,eet mak' me feel ,i shoulda sooner learned to steal6 ,eef 8thief's0 my name ,i feel no shame2 ,eet ees no crime-- ,dat rose ,i got4 ,eh6 w'at8 ,o6 not ,een ,juna-time6 --,copyright #aiab1 by ,david ,mc,kay1 and used by kind permission of author and publisher4 ,,the ,,sand ,,storm ,,by ,,lowell ,,otus ,,reese ,we are thirsty1 ,pedro mio6 and the heat waves leap and beat ,where the ,spanish daggers quiver in the mighty desert heat1 ,and the aching eye looks longing from ,old ,baldy to the east1 ,where the ,panamint is crouching like some ugly1 hidden beast2 ',tis a hell-wind1 ,pedro mio6 and it beats the sandy hail2 ,and the ,yellow ,snake is hissing by the old ,mohave trail4 ,oh1 the loneliness of nature when she turns on you her frown6 ,when you feel no eye upon you1 save the fierce sun glaring down1 ,searing death into your body and despair into your soul1 ,as you reel across the desert with the sky-line for your goal2 ,when the breath begins to falter and the step begins to fail1 ,and the ,yellow ,snake is hissing by the old ,mohave trail6 ,oh1 the awfulness of ,nature when she turns on you her frown6 ,when an unseen hand above you is forever pressing down6 ,when across the hungry desert flames the scorching sword of ,death1 ,and the eyes and lips are blackened in the ,spirit's blighting breath6 ,oh1 the agony of dying1 when the step begins to fail1 ,and the ,yellow ,snake is hissing by the old ,mohave trail6 ,oh1 the dry and flying sand that stings to fever cheek and brow6 ,rain of ,hell1 ,o1 ,pedro mio6 and the flame is on us now6 ,spiral ,phantoms on the desert writhe and wriggle slowly by1 ,reaching earthward from the bosom from the black and yellow sky2 ,oh1 the spiral specters writhing where the yuccas beat and flail1 ,and the ,yellow ,snake is hissing by the old ,mohave trail6 ,i have seen it1 ,pedro mio6--seen it dimly through the wrack6-- ,over there beyond the basin where the cloud is whirling black6 ,streams of water1 peaceful meadows and the shade of bending trees1 ,stirring gently--ah1 so gently6 in the coolest summer breeze4 ,let us turn aside and rest there from the fury of the gale2 ,for the ,yellow ,snake is hissing by the old ,mohave trail6 ,faster--faster1 ,pedro mio6--for the blood is in my eyes6 ,i would reach the blessed water ere it o'er my vision dries6 ,for it thunders in my temples the tumultuous refrain ,of a mountain torrent singing to the first ,november rain6 ,stumble--stumble--onward--farther from the desiccating hail ,where the ,yellow ,snake is hissing by the old ,mohave trail6 ,we have fallen1 ,pedro mio6 and the vision fair is gone2 ,but above us and around us yet the tempest hurtles on2 ,hark6 a swirling raven settles with a flap of twisted wings2 ,and ,i seem to feel about us many crawling1 creeping things6 ,we have fallen1 ,pedro mio6 ,hark the raging of the gale6 ,and the ,yellow ,snake is hissing by the old ,mohave trail6 ,i am dying1 ,pedro mio6 and ,i fain would go to sleep4 ,faugh6 the raven 'lights upon me6 and the frightened lizards creep ,with a rush of tiny claws across my swollen lips6 and swift ,o'er my breast1 a burning blanket1 rushing sand-waves eager drift2 ,we are dying1 ,pedro mio6 in the awful desert gale6 ,and the ,yellow ,snake is hissing by the old ,mohave trail6 ,,nathan ,,hale ,,by ,,francis ,m4 ,,finch ,to drum-beat and heart-beat1 ,a soldier marches by3 ,there is color in his cheek1 ,there is courage in his eye1 ,yet to drum-beat and heart-beat ,in a moment he must die4 ,by starlight and moonlight1 ,he seeks the ,briton's camp2 ,he hears the rustling flag1 ,and the arm'd sentry's tramp2 ,and the starlight and moonlight ,his silent wanderings lamp4 ,with slow tread and still tread ,he scans the tented line2 ,and he counts the battery guns ,by the gaunt and shadowy pine2 ,and his slow tread and still tread ,gives no warning sign4 ,the dark wave1 the plumed wave1 ,it meets his eager glance2 ,and it sparkles 'neath the stars1 ,like the glimmer of a lance2-- ,a dark wave1 a plumed wave2 ,on an emerald expanse4 ,a sharp clang1 a steel clang1 ,and terror in the sound6 ,for the sentry1 falcon-eyed1 ,in the camp a spy hath found2 ,with a sharp clang1 a steel clang1 ,the patriot is bound4 ,with calm brow1 steady brow1 ,he listens to his doom2 ,in his look there is no fear1 ,nor a shadow-trace of gloom2 ,but with calm brow and steady brow ,he robes him for the tomb4 ,in the long night1 the still night1 ,he kneels upon the sod2 ,and the brutal guards withhold ,e'en the solemn ,word of ,god6 ,in the long night1 the still night1 ,he walks where ,christ hath trod4 ',neath the blue morn1 the sunny morn1 ,he dies upon the tree2 ,and he mourns that he can lose ,but one life for ,liberty2 ,and in the blue morn1 the sunny morn1 ,his spirit-wings are free4 ,but his last words1 his message-words1 ,they burn1 lest friendly eye ,should read how proud and calm ,a patriot could die1 ,with his last words1 his dying words1 ,a soldier's battle-cry4 ,from ,fame-leaf and ,angel-leaf1 ,from monument and urn1 ,the sad of earth1 the glad of heaven1 ,his tragic fate shall learn2 ,and on ,fame-leaf and ,angel-leaf ,the name of ,hale shall burn6 ,,mother ,,and ,,poet ,,by ,,elizabeth ,,barrett ,,browning 7,turin1 after news from ,gaeta1 #ahfa7 ,dead6 ,one of them shot in the sea by the east1 ,and one of them shot in the west by the sea6 ,dead6 both my boys6 when you sit at the feast1 ,and are wanting a great song for ,italy free1 ,let none look at me6 ,yet ,i was a poetess only last year1 ,and good at my art1 for a woman1 men said2 ,but this woman1 this1 who is agonized here1-- ,the east sea and west sea rhyme on in her head ,forever instead4 ,what art can a woman be good at8 ,o1 vain6 ,what art is she good at1 but hurting her breast ,with the milk-teeth of babes1 and a smile at the pain8 ,ah1 boys1 how you hurt6 you were strong as you pressed1 ,and ,i proud1 by that test4 ,what art's for a woman8 to hold on her knees ,both darlings6 to feel all their arms round her throat ,cling1 strangle a little6 to sew by degrees ,and 'broider the long-clothes and neat little coat6 ,to dream and to doat6 ,to teach them4444 ,it stings there6 ,i made them1 indeed1 ,speak plain the word country4 ,i taught them1 no doubt1 ,that a country's a thing men should die for at need4 ,i prated of liberty1 rights1 and about ,the tyrant cast out4 ,and when their eyes flashed4444 ,o my beautiful eyes6444 ,i exulted6 nay1 let them go forth at the wheels ,of the guns1 and denied not4--,but then the surprise ,when one sits quite alone6--,then one weeps1 then one kneels6 ,god1 how the house feels6 ,at first1 happy news came1 in gay letters moiled ,with my kisses1--of camp-life and glory1 and how ,they both loved me1 and1 soon coming home to be spoiled1 ,in return would fan off every fly from my brow ,with their green laurel-bough4 ,then was triumph at ,turin3 8,ancona was free60 ,and some one came out of the cheers in the street1 ,with a face pale as stone1 to say something to me1-- ,my ,guido was dead6 ,i fell down at his feet1 ,while they cheered in the street4 ,i bore it2 friends soothed me2 my grief looked sublime ,as the ransom of ,italy4 ,one boy remained ,to be leant on and walked with1 recalling the time ,when the first grew immortal1 while both of us strained ,to the height he had gained4 ,and letters still came1 shorter1 sadder1 more strong1 ,writ now but in one hand3 8,i was not to faint1-- ,one loved me for two--would be with me ere long3 ,and #8,viva l',italia6' he died for1 our saint1 ,who forbids our complaint60 ,my ,nanni would add1 8,he was safe1 and aware ,of a presence that turned off the balls1--was impressed ,it was ,guido himself1 who knew what ,i could bear1 ,and how 'twas impossible1 quite dispossessed1 ,to live on for the rest40 ,on which1 without pause1 up the telegraph-line ,swept smoothly the next news from ,gaeta6--,shot4 ,tell ,his ,mother4 ,ah1 ah1 8his10 8their0 mother1--not 8mine10 ,no voice says 8my mother0 again to me4 ,what6 ,you think ,guido forgot8 ,are souls straight so happy that1 dizzy with heaven1 ,they drop earth's affections1 conceive not of woe8 ,i think not4 ,themselves were too lately forgiven ,through that love and sorrow which reconciled so ,the above and below4 ,o ,christ of the seven wounds1 who look'dst through the dark ,to the face of ,thy mother6 consider1 ,i pray1 ,how we common mothers stand desolate1 mark1 ,whose sons1 not being ,christs1 die with eyes turned away1 ,and no last word to say6 ,both boys dead8 but that's out of nature4 ,we all ,have been patriots1 yet each house must always keep one4 ',twere imbecile1 hewing out roads to a wall2 ,and1 when ,italy's made1 for what end is it done1 ,if we have not a son8 ,ah1 ah1 ah6 when ,gaeta's taken1 what then8 ,when the fair wicked queen sits no more at her sport ,of the fire-balls of death crashing souls out of men8 ,when the guns of ,cavalli with final retort ,have cut the game short2 ,when ,venice and ,rome keep their new jubilee1 ,when your flag takes all heaven for its white1 green1 and red1 ,when you have your country from mountain to sea1 ,when ,king ,victor has ,italy's crown on his head 7,and ,i have my dead71-- ,what then8 ,do not mock me4 ,ah1 ring your bells low1 ,and burn your lights faintly6 ,my country is there1 ,above the star pricked by the last peak of snow3 ,my ,italy's ,,there1--with my brave civic pair1 ,to disfranchise despair6 ,forgive me4 ,some women bear children in strength1 ,and bite back the cry of their pain in self-scorn2 ,but the birth-pangs of nations will wring us at length ,into wail such as this1--and we sit on forlorn ,when the man-child is born4 ,dead6 ,one of them shot by the sea in the east1 ,and one of them shot in the west by the sea6 ,both6 both my boys6 ,if in keeping the feast1 ,you want a great song for your ,italy free1 ,let none look at me6 ,,dora ,with farmer ,allan1 at the farm1 abode ,william and ,dora4 ,william was his son1 and she his niece4 ,he often looked at them and thought1 8,i'll make them man and wife40 ,now ,dora felt her uncle's will in all1 and yearned towards ,william2 but the youth1 because he had always been with her in the house1 thought not of ,dora4 ,then there came a day when ,allan called his son1 and said1 8,my son1 ,i married late1 but ,i wish to see my grandchild on my knees before ,i die3 and ,i have set my heart upon a match4 ,now therefore look to ,dora2 she is well to look at1 thrifty too beyond her age4 ,she is my brother's daughter3 he and ,i had once hard words1 and parted1 and he died in foreign lands2 but for his sake ,i cared for his daughter ,dora3 take her for your wife2 for ,i have wished this marriage1 night and day1 for many years40 ,but ,william answered short3 8,i cannot marry ,dora2 by my life1 ,i will not marry ,dora40 ,then the old man was wroth1 and doubled up his hands1 and said3 8,you will not1 boy6 ,you dare to answer thus8 ,but in my time a father's word was law1 and so it shall be now for you4 ,look to it2 consider1 ,william3 take a month to think1 and let me have an answer to my wish1 or by the ,lord that made me1 you shall pack1 and never more darken my doors again40 ,but ,william answered madly2 bit his lips1 and broke away4 ,the more he looked at her the less he liked her2 and his ways were harsh2 but ,dora bore them meekly4 ,then1 before the month was out he left his father's house1 and hired himself to work within the fields2 and1 half in love1 half spite1 he wooed and wed a laborer's daughter1 ,mary ,morrison4 ,when the wedding bells were ringing1 ,allan called his niece and said3 8,my girl1 ,i love you well2 but if you speak with him who was my son1 or change a word with her he calls his wife1 my home is none of yours4 ,my will is law40 ,and ,dora promised1 being meek4 ,she thought1 8,it cannot be3 my uncle's mind will change60 ,and days went on1 and there was born a boy to ,william2 then distresses came on him1 and day by day he passed his father's gate1 heart-broken1 and his father helped him not4 ,but ,dora stored what little she could save1 and sent it them by stealth1 nor did they know who sent it2 till at last a fever seized on ,william1 and in harvest time he died4 ,then ,dora went to ,mary4 ,mary sat and looked with tears upon her boy1 and thought hard things of ,dora4 ,dora came and said3 8,i have obeyed my uncle until now1 and ,i have sinned1 for it was all through me this evil came on ,william at the first4 ,but1 ,mary1 for the sake of him that's gone1 and for your sake1 the woman that he chose1 and for this orphan1 ,i am come to you4 ,you know there has not been for these five years so full a harvest3 let me take the boy1 and ,i will set him in my uncle's eye among the wheat2 that when his heart is glad of the full harvest1 he may see the boy1 and bless him for the sake of him that's gone40 ,and ,dora took the child and went her way across the wheat1 and sat upon a mound that was unsown1 where many poppies grew4 ,far off the farmer came into the field and spied her not2 for none of all his men dare tell him ,dora waited with the child4 ,and ,dora would have risen and gone to him1 but her heart failed her2 and the reapers reaped1 and the sun fell1 and all the land was dark4 ,but when the morrow came1 she rose and took the child once more1 and sat upon the mound2 and made a little wreath of all the flowers that grew about1 and tied it round his hat to make him pleasing in her uncle's eye4 ,then when the farmer passed into the field he spied her1 and he left his men at work1 and came and said3 8,where were you yesterday8 ,whose child is that8 ,what are you doing here80 ,so ,dora cast her eyes upon the ground1 and answered softly1 8,this is ,william's child60 8,and did ,i not10 said ,allan1 8did ,i not forbid you1 ,dora80 ,dora said again3 8,do with me as you will1 but take the child1 and bless him for the sake of him that's gone60 ,and ,allan said1 8,i see it is a trick got up betwixt you and the woman there4 ,i must be taught my duty1 and by you6 ,you knew my word was law1 and yet you dared to slight it4 ,well6--for ,i will take the boy2 but go you hence1 and never see me more40 ,so saying he took the boy that cried aloud and struggled hard4 ,the wreath of flowers fell at ,dora's feet4 ,she bowed over her hands1 and the boy's cry came to her from the field1 more and more distant4 ,she bowed down her head1 remembering the day when first she came1 and all the things that had been4 ,she bowed down and wept in secret2 and the reapers reaped1 and the sun fell1 and all the land was dark4 ,then ,dora went to ,mary's house1 and stood upon the threshold4 ,mary saw the boy was not with ,dora4 ,she broke out in praise to ,god1 that helped her in her widowhood4 ,and ,dora said1 8,my uncle took the boy2 but1 ,mary1 let me live and work with you2 he says that he will never see me more40 ,then answered ,mary1 8,this shall never be1 that thou shouldst take my trouble on thyself3 and1 now ,i think1 he shall not have the boy1 for he will teach him hardness1 and to slight his mother2 therefore thou and ,i will go1 and ,i will have my boy1 and bring him home2 and ,i will beg of him to take thee back3 but if he will not take thee back again1 then thou and ,i will live within one house1 and work for ,william's child1 until he grows of age to help us40 ,so the women kissed each other1 and set out1 and reached the farm4 ,the door was off the latch3 they peeped and saw the boy set up betwixt his grandsire's knees1 who thrust him in the hollows of his arms1 and clapt him on the hands and on the cheeks1 like one that loved him3 and the lad stretched out and babbled for the golden seal that hung from ,allan's watch1 and sparkled by the fire4 ,then they came in3 but when the boy beheld his mother1 he cried out to come to her3 and ,allan set him down1 and ,mary said3 8,o ,father6--if you let me call you so--,i never came a-begging for myself1 or ,william1 or this child2 but now ,i come for ,dora3 take her back1 she loves you well4 ,o ,sir1 when ,william died1 he died at peace with all men2 for ,i asked him1 and he said he could not ever rue his marrying me--,i had been a patient wife3 but1 ,sir1 he said that he was wrong to cross his father thus3 #8,god bless him6' he said1 #8and may he never know the troubles ,i have gone through6' ,then he turned his face and passed--unhappy that ,i am6 ,but now1 ,sir1 let me have my boy1 for you will make him hard1 and he will learn to slight his father's memory2 and take ,dora back1 and let all be as it was before40 ,so ,mary said1 and ,dora hid her face by ,mary4 ,there was silence in the room2 and all at once the old man burst in sobs3 8,i have been to blame--to blame4 ,i have killed my son4 ,i have killed him--but ,i loved him--my dear son4 ,may ,god forgive me6 ,i have been to blame4 ,kiss me1 my children40 ,then they clung about the old man's neck1 and they kissed him many times4 ,and ,allan was broken with remorse2 and all his love came back a hundred-fold2 and for three hours he sobbed o'er ,william's child thinking of ,william4 ,so those four abode in one house together2 and as years went forward1 ,mary took another mate2 but ,dora lived unmarried until her death4 ,,the ,,famine#ac ,,by ,,henry ,,wadsworth ,,longfellow ,o the long and dreary ,winter6 ,o the cold and cruel ,winter6 ,ever thicker1 thicker1 thicker1 ,froze the ice on lake and river1 ,ever deeper1 deeper1 deeper ,fell the snow o'er all the landscape1 ,fell the covering snow1 and drifted ,through the forest1 round the village4 ,hardly from his buried wigwam ,could the hunter force a passage2 ,with his mittens and his snow-shoes ,vainly walked he through the forest1 ,sought for bird or beast and found none1 ,saw no track of deer or rabbit1 ,in the snow beheld no footprints1 ,in the ghastly1 gleaming forest ,fell1 and could not rise from weakness1 ,perished there from cold and hunger4 ,o the famine and the fever6 ,o the wasting of the famine6 ,o the blasting of the fever6 ,o the wailing of the children6 ,o the anguish of the women6 ,all the earth was sick and famished2 ,hungry was the air around them1 ,hungry was the sky above them1 ,and the hungry stars in heaven ,like the eyes of wolves glared at them6 ,into ,hiawatha's wigwam ,came two other guests1 as silent ,as the ghosts were1 and as gloomy2 ,waited not to be invited1 ,did not parley at the doorway1 ,sat there without word of welcome ,in the seat of ,laughing ,water2 ,looked with haggard eyes and hollow ,at the face of ,laughing ,water4 ,and the foremost said3 8,behold me6 ,i am ,famine1 ,bukadawin60 ,and the other said3 8,behold me6 ,i am ,fever1 ,ahkosewin60 ,and the lovely ,minnehaha ,shuddered as they looked upon her1 ,shuddered at the words they uttered1 ,lay down on her bed in silence1 ,hid her face1 but made no answer2 ,lay there trembling1 freezing1 burning ,at the looks they cast upon her1 ,at the fearful words they uttered4 ,forth into the empty forest ,rushed the maddened ,hiawatha2 ,in his heart was deadly sorrow1 ,in his face a stony firmness2 ,on his brow the sweat of anguish ,started1 but it froze and fell not4 ,wrapped in furs and armed for hunting1 ,with his mighty bow of ash-tree1 ,with his quiver full of arrows1 ,with his mittens1 ,minjekahwun1 ,into the vast and vacant forest ,on his snow-shoes strode he forward4 8,gitche ,manito1 the ,mighty60 ,cried he with his face uplifted ,in that bitter hour of anguish1 8,give your children food1 ,o ,father6 ,give us food1 or we must perish6 ,give me food for ,minnehaha1 ,for my dying ,minnehaha60 ,through the far-resounding forest1 ,through the forest vast and vacant ,rang that cry of desolation1 ,but there came no other answer ,than the echo of his crying1 ,than the echo of the woodlands1 8,minnehaha6 ,minnehaha60 ,all day long roved ,hiawatha ,in that melancholy forest1 ,through the shadow of whose thickets1 ,in the pleasant days of ,summer1 ,of that ne'er forgotten ,summer1 ,he had brought his young wife homeward ,from the land of the ,dacotahs2 ,when the birds sang in the thickets1 ,and the streamlets laughed and glistened1 ,and the air was full of fragrance1 ,and the lovely ,laughing ,water ,said with voice that did not tremble1 8,i will follow you1 my husband60 ,in the wigwam with ,nokomis1 ,with those gloomy guests1 that watched her1 ,with the ,famine and the ,fever1 ,she was lying1 the ,beloved1 ,she1 the dying ,minnehaha4 8,hark60 she said2 8,i hear a rushing1 ,hear a roaring and a rushing1 ,hear the ,falls of ,minnehaha ,calling to me from a distance60 8,no1 my child60 said old ,nokomis1 8',tis the night-wind in the pine-trees60 8,look60 she said2 8,i see my father ,standing lonely at his doorway1 ,beckoning to me from his wigwam ,in the land of the ,dacotahs60 8,no1 my child60 said old ,nokomis1 8',tis the smoke that waves and beckons60 8,ah60 said she1 8the eyes of ,pauguk ,glare upon me in the darkness1 ,i can feel his icy fingers ,clasping mine amid the darkness6 ,hiawatha6 ,hiawatha60 ,and the desolate ,hiawatha1 ,far away amid the forest1 ,miles away among the mountains1 ,heard that sudden cry of anguish1 ,heard the voice of ,minnehaha ,calling to him in the darkness1 8,hiawatha6 ,hiawatha60 ,over snow-fields waste and pathless1 ,under snow-encumbered branches1 ,homeward hurried ,hiawatha1 ,empty-handed1 heavy-hearted1 ,heard ,nokomis moaning1 wailing3 8,wahonowin6 ,wahonowin6 ,would that ,i had perished for you1 ,would that ,i were dead as you are6 ,wahonowin6 ,wahonowin60 ,and he rushed into the wigwam1 ,saw the old ,nokomis slowly ,rocking to and fro and moaning1 ,saw his lovely ,minnehaha ,lying dead and cold before him1 ,and his bursting heart within him ,uttered such a cry of anguish1 ,that the forest moaned and shuddered1 ,that the very stars in heaven ,shook and trembled with his anguish4 ,then he sat down1 still and speechless1 ,on the bed of ,minnehaha1 ,at the feet of ,laughing ,water1 ,at those willing feet1 that never ,more would lightly run to meet him1 ,never more would lightly follow4 ,with both hands his face he covered1 ,seven long days and nights he sat there1 ,as if in a swoon he sat there1 ,speechless1 motionless1 unconscious ,of the daylight or the darkness4 ,then they buried ,minnehaha2 ,in the snow a grave they made her1 ,in the forest deep and darksome1 ,underneath the moaning hemlocks2 ,clothed her in her richest garments1 ,wrapped her in her robes of ermine2 ,covered her with snow1 like ermine2 ,thus they buried ,minnehaha4 ,and at night a fire was lighted1 ,on her grave four times was kindled1 ,for her soul upon its journey ,to the ,islands of the ,blessed4 ,from his doorway ,hiawatha ,saw it burning in the forest1 ,lighting up the gloomy hemlocks2 ,from his sleepless bed uprising1 ,from the bed of ,minnehaha1 ,stood and watched it at the doorway1 ,that it might not be extinguished1 ,might not leave her in the darkness4 8,farewell10 said he1 8,minnehaha6 ,farewell1 ,o my ,laughing ,water6 ,all my heart is buried with you1 ,all my thoughts go onward with you6 ,come not back again to labor1 ,come not back again to suffer1 ,where the ,famine and the ,fever ,wear the heart and waste the body4 ,soon my task will be completed1 ,soon your footsteps ,i shall follow ,to the ,islands of the ,blessed1 ,to the ,kingdom of ,ponemah1 ,to the ,land of the ,hereafter60 ,,the ,,children ,,of ,,the ,,battle-,,field ,,by ,,james ,,gowdy ,,clark ,upon the field of ,gettysburg ,the summer sun was high1 ,when ,freedom met her haughty foe ,beneath a northern sky4 ,among the heroes of the ,north ,that swelled her grand array1 ,and rushed like mountain eagles forth ,from happy homes away1 ,there stood a man of humble fame1-- ,a sire of children three1-- ,and gazed within a little frame ,his pictured ones to see3 ,and blame him not if1 in the strife1 ,he breathed a soldier's prayer1-- 8,o ,father6 shield the soldier's wife1 ,and for his children care40 ,upon the field of ,gettysburg1 ,when morning shone again1 ,the crimson cloud of battle burst ,in streams of fiery rain3 ,our legions quelled the awful flood ,of shot and steel and shell1 ,while banners1 marked with ball and blood1 ,around them rose and fell3 ,and none more nobly won the name ,of ,champion of the ,free ,than he who pressed the little frame ,that held his children three2 ,and none were braver in the strife ,than he who breathed the prayer1-- 8,o ,father6 shield the soldier's wife1 ,and for his children care40 ,upon the field of ,gettysburg ,the full moon slowly rose1-- ,she looked1 and saw ten thousand brows ,all pale in death's repose2 ,and down beside a silver stream1 ,from other forms away1 ,calm as a warrior in a dream1 ,our fallen comrade lay2 ,his limbs were cold1 his sightless eyes ,were fixed upon the three ,sweet stars that rose in memory's skies ,to light him o'er death's sea4 ,then honored be the soldier's life1 ,and hallowed be his prayer1-- 8,o ,father6 shield the soldier's wife1 ,and for his children care40 ,,president ,,lincoln',s ,,funeral ,,by ,,sarah ,e4 ,,carmichael ,toll6 ,toll6 ,toll6 ,toll6 ,all rivers seaward wend4 ,toll6 ,toll6 ,toll6 ,toll6 ,weep for the nation's friend4 ,every home and hall was shrouded1 ,every thoroughfare was still2 ,every brow was darkly clouded1 ,every heart was faint and chill4 ,oh6 the inky drop of poison ,in our bitter draught of grief6 ,oh6 the sorrow of a nation ,mourning for its murdered chief6 ,toll6 ,toll6 ,toll6 ,toll6 ,bound in the reaper's sheaf-- ,toll6 ,toll6 ,toll6 ,toll6 ,all mortal life is brief4 ,toll6 ,toll6 ,toll6 ,toll6 ,weep for the nation's chief6 ,bands of mourning draped the homestead1 ,and the sacred house of prayer2 ,mourning folds lay black and heavy ,on true bosoms everywhere3 ,yet there were no tear-drops streaming ,from the deep and solemn eye ,of the hour that mutely waited ,till the funeral train went by4 ,oh6 there is a woe that crushes ,all expression with its weight6 ,there is pain that numbs and hushes ,feeling's sense1 it is so great4 ,strongest arms were closely folded1 ,most impassioned lips at rest2 ,scarcely seemed a heaving motion ,in the nation's wounded breast2 ,tears were frozen in their sources1 ,blushes burned themselves away2 ,language bled through broken heart-threads1 ,lips had nothing left to say4 ,yet there was a marble sorrow ,in each still face1 chiseled deep2 ,something more than words could utter1 ,something more than tears could weep4 ,selfishly the nation mourned him1 ,mourned its chieftain and its friend2 ,eye no traitor mist could darken1 ,arm no traitor power could bend2 ,heart that gathered the true pulses ,of the land's indignant veins1 ,and1 with their tempestuous spurning1 ,broke the slave's tear-rusted chains3 ,heart that tied its iron fibers ,round the ,union's starry band2 ,martyr's heart1 that upward beating1 ,broke on hate's assassin hand6 ,oh6 the land he loved will miss him1 ,miss him in its hour of need6 ,mourns the nation for the nation ,till its tear-drops inward bleed4 ,there is one whose life will mourn him1 ,with a deep1 unselfish woe2 ,one who owned him chief and master ,ere the nation named him so4 ,that the land he loved will miss him ,does she either think or care8 ,no6 the chieftain's heart is shrouded1 ,and her woman's world was there4 ,no6 the nation was her rival2 ,let its glory shine or dim1 ,he hath perished on its altar-- ,what were many such to him8 ,toll6 ,toll6 ,toll6 ,toll6 ,never again--no more-- ,comes back to earth the life that goes ,hence to the ,eden shore6 ,let him rest6--it is not often ,that his soul hath known repose2 ,let him rest6--they rest but seldom ,whose successes challenge foes4 ,he was weary--worn with watching2 ,his life-crown of power hath pressed ,oft on temples sadly aching-- ,he was weary1 let him rest4 ,toll1 bells at the ,capital6 ,bells of the land1 toll6 ,sob out your grief with brazen lungs-- ,toll6 ,toll6 ,toll6 ,,the ,,fisherman',s ,,story ,,by ,,herbert ,,bashford ,i knew he was morose that day ,because he did not speak to me1 ,but now ,i know he was away ,upon the hills of ,italy4 ,he showed me once long months before ,the picture of a dark-eyed girl ,within a locket that he wore-- ,a little keepsake wrought of pearl4 ,his life had known no counter gale1 ,he had the aid of wind and tide1 ,and dreamed that soon a snowy sail ,should bear him to his future bride4 ',twas but a letter--nothing much-- ,a scrap of paper sent to him1 ,yet something he did clutch and clutch ,the while his dusky eyes grew dim4 ,and oh1 how eagerly he scanned ,each syllable that formed her name6 ,he crushed the letter in his hand ,and fed it to the driftwood flame4 ,as in a dream he sat and stared ,at night's black pall around us hung2 ,i would have spoken if ,i'd dared1 ,but silence had a gentler tongue4 ,he did not curse as men will do1 ,of grief he gave no outward sign2 ,that bitter draught of myrrh and rue ,he drank as though it had been wine4 ,with joyless heart he crooned a song ,of love and hope1 as day by day ,we hauled our heavy seine along ,the pebbled beaches of the bay4 ,at last--ah1 ,christ1 ,i'll not forget6 ,i never saw the like before6 ,an empty boat--we1 chilled and wet1 ,and ten leagues from our cabin door6 ,ten leagues--a stormy row6 ,but fishermen know naught of fear2 ,had we ere this not faced the snow ,when winter nights were dark and drear8 ,had we not braved the ,storm-king's glee ,when winds were shrill and waves were high1 ,been battered by a raging sea ,and swung below a ragged sky8 8,oho6 ,cheer up60 ,i cried1 8,we've dared the seas before1 my mate1 ,what matter if ill luck betide8-- ,why1 we were born to laugh at fate60 ,he grasped his oar with one long sigh1 ,nor spoke he any word to me2 ,and so together1 he and ,i1 ,put out upon the angry sea4 ,and side by side1 with steady stroke2 ,we fought against the veering flaw2 ,in flakes of froth the billows broke-- ,the wildest wolves ,i ever saw6 ,ah1 how the cutting north wind blew1 ,and in our faces dashed the spray6 ,the sullen twilight round us grew1 ,the green shore faded into gray4 8,cheer up6 ,cheer up6 ,a merry row ,we'll have ere dawn of day60 laughed ,i2 8,and what care we how winds may blow80 ,the ,sea's voice only made reply4 ,a silent man he left the shore1 ,nor yet a single word had said2 ,a silent man he dipped his oar ,as though it were a thing of lead4 ,the night came down and still we toiled1 ,the tumult fiercer grew1 and now ,the swirling tide-rip foamed and boiled1 ,and ghostly seas swept o'er the prow4 ,the air was filled with flying spume1 ,cloud-galleons sailed down the sky1 ,strange forms groped toward us in the gloom1 ,pale phantoms glided swiftly by4 ,afar1 at times1 a lonely loon ,sent quavering laughter through the night1 ,while from a filmy sheath the moon ,drew forth a sabre1 keen and bright4 ,oh1 it was weird6--the seabird's screech1 ,the distant buoy's warning bell1 ,the white palms lifting high to reach ,a loosened star that downward fell6 ,within my breast each moment grew ,a fear of more than wind-blown sea2 ,and lo6 that mute man1 laughing1 threw ,aside his oar and leered at me4 ,that moonlit face6 ,it haunts me still6 ,the eyes that spoke the maddened brain6 ,that moonlit face6 it sent a thrill ,of terror through my every vein6 8,aha6 ,you thought me dead1 you cur60-- ,his breath blew hot against my cheek2 8,aha6 ,you coward1 you lied to her60-- ,i felt my limbs grow strangely weak4 8,lorenzo6 ,look6 ,the boat6 ,the boat60-- ,but how can mad men understand8 ,my ,god6 ,he leaped to clutch my throat1 ,a wicked dagger in his hand6 ,that lifted knife6 ,ah1 yet ,i feel ,a horror of the deadly thing6 ,the long1 keen blade of polished steel ,against the white stars quivering4 ,i upward sprang--,i grasped somehow ,the hand that held the hilt of bone2 ,with panther strength he struggled now1 ,a demon ,i must fight--alone6 ,he strove to slay1 and ,i to save ,his life and mine if such might be1 ,and in the trough and on the wave ,like beasts we grappled savagely4 ,to plead were vain2 ,i could not hear ,my voice above the tempest's breath1 ,i only knew my feet were near ,the awful1 icy edge of ,death4 ,we fought until the dark became ,a glare of crimson to my eyes1 ,until the stars were snakes of flame ,that writhed along the lurid skies4 ,we fought ,i know not how--to me ,all things of that mad night appear ,as vague as when in dreams you see ,the ghouls that haunt the coast of ,fear4 ,we fought--we fought and then--and then-- ,a leap--a cry--and he was gone6 ,and ,i alone pulled shoreward when ,the ,east had grown the flower of dawn4 444 ,i knew he was morose that day ,because he did not speak to me1 ,but now ,i know he was away ,upon the hills of ,italy4 --,copyright by the ,harr ,wagner ,co41 ,san ,francisco1 and used by kind permission of author and publisher4 ,,why ,,santa ,,claus ,,forgot ,,by ,,herbert ,,bashford ,a wind from the south swept down the bay1 ,and pale with anger the waters turned ,as the ranchman's wife looked far away ,to where the lights of the city burned4 ,like feeble stars on that ,christmas eve ,were the pulsing lights beyond the tide2 8,now play with your dolly and do not grieve10 ,said she to the wee one at her side4 8,good ,santa ,claus will come to you ,this very night if you do not cry10 ,and she wiped a tear like a drop of dew ,from the rosy cheek and the anxious eye4 8,no sail6 ,no sail60 and the sad wife pressed ,a wan face close to the window-pane1 ,but naught she saw but the sea's white breast ,and the long gray lash of the hissing rain4 ,the night fell black and the wild gale played ,in the chimney's throat a shrill1 weird tune1 ,while into a cloud as if afraid ,stole the ghostly form of the groping moon4 ,then the steeds of the sea all landward came1 ,each panting courser thundered o'er ,the rocks of the reef and died in flame ,along the utmost reach of shore4 ,ah1 heavy the heart of the ranchman's wife6 ,and long she listened1 yet only heard ,the voice of breakers in awful strife ,and the plaintive cry of a frightened bird4 ,so long she waited and prayed for day ,as the firelight flickered upon the floor1 ,while the prowling wind like a beast of prey ,did growl and growl at the cabin door4 ,the gray dawn crept through the weeping wood1 ,the clouds set sail and all was still2 ,with a breast of gold the fair morn stood ,above the firs of the eastern hill4 ,the waters slept and the raindrops clung ,like shimmering pearls to the maple tree2 ,the sky was clear and the brown birds flung ,sweet showers of crystal melody4 ,a splintered mast and a tattered sail ,lay out in the sun on the hard brown sands ,and plainer than words they told a tale ,to the woman who wept and wrung her hands4 ,and the little girl with the gold-crowned head ,looked up with her tear-wet eyes of blue2 8,oh1 please don't cry1 mamma10 she said1 8,old ,santa ,claus forgot me1 too40 --,copyright by ,harr ,wagner ,co41 ,san ,francisco1 and used by kind permission of author and publisher4 ,,dickens ,,in ,,camp ,,by ,,bret ,,harte ,above the pines the moon was slowly drifting1 ,the river sang below2 ,the dim ,sierras1 far beyond1 uplifting ,their minarets of snow3 ,the roaring camp-fire1 with rude humor1 painted ,the ruddy tints of health ,on haggard face and form that drooped and fainted ,in the fierce race for wealth2 ,till one arose1 and from his pack's scant treasure ,a hoarded volume drew1 ,and cards were dropped from hands of listless leisure ,to hear the tale anew4 ,and then1 while round them shadows gathered faster1 ,and as the firelight fell1 ,he read aloud the book wherein the ,master ,had writ of 8,little ,nell40 ,perhaps 'twas boyish fancy--for the reader ,was youngest of them all-- ,but1 as he read1 from clustering pine and cedar ,a silence seemed to fall2 ,the fir-trees1 gathering closer in the shadows1 ,listened in every spray1 ,while the whole camp1 with 8,nell0 on ,english meadows ,wandered and lost their way4 ,and so in mountain solitudes--o'ertaken ,as by some spell divine-- ,their cares dropped from them like the needles shaken ,from out the gusty pine4 ,lost is that camp and wasted all its fire2 ,and he who wrought that spell8-- ,ah6 towering pine and stately ,kentish spire1 ,ye have one tale to tell6 ,lost is that camp1 but let its fragrant story ,blend with the breath that thrills ,with hop-vines' incense all the pensive glory ,that fills the ,kentish hills4 ,and on that grave where ,english oak1 and holly ,and laurel wreaths entwine1 ,deem it not all a too presumptuous folly-- ,this spray of ,western pine6 --,copyright by ,houghton1 ,mifflin ,co41 ,boston1 ,mass41 and used by their kind permission4 ,,when ,,the ,,old ,,man ,,dreamed ,,by ,a4 ,j4 ,,waterhouse ,sometimes 'long after supper my grandsire used to sit ,where the sunbeams through the window things of beauty liked to knit1 ,and he'd light his pipe and sit there in a sort of waking dream1 ,while to bathe his form in glory seemed the sunlight's pretty scheme2 ,and then1 whatever happened1 he didn't seem to see1 ,and a smile lit up his features that used to puzzle me1 ,and ,i would often wonder what pleasant inner theme ,had caused that strange and tranquil smile when grandpa used to dream4 ,sometimes1 though1 when ,i'd listen ,i'd hear the good man sigh1 ,and once ,i'm almost sure ,i saw the moisture in his eye1 ,but whether he would smile or sigh1 he didn't seem to see ,the things that happened 'round him1 and that's what puzzled me4 ,with the wreaths of smoke ascending as the twilight gathered there1 ,the shadows crept about him in the old arm chair1 ,and through the evening darkness ,i could see the fitful gleam ,from the embers in his lighted pipe when grandpa used to dream4 ,i used to wonder in those days4 ,i wonder now no more1 ,for now ,i understand the thing that puzzled me of yore1 ,and ,i know that through the twilight and the shadows gathering fast ,came unto my grandsire1 dreaming1 the visions of the past4 ,the boys who played with him were there within that little room2 ,his mother's smile no doubt lit up the darkness and the gloom2 ,again he ran and leaped and played beside an ,eastern stream2 ,the ones he loved were there1 ,i know1 when grandpa used to dream4 ,and so he smiled--and then she stood1 his dearest1 at his side1 ,with the glow of youth upon her1 red-lipped and laughing eyed1 ,and he told the old1 sweet story1 and she listened1 nothing loth1 ,and dreams of hope were written in the happy hearts of both2 ,and then1 by strange transition1 he saw her pulseless lie-- ,and 'twas then ,i viewed the moisture in the corner of his eye4 ,old friends were gathered round him1 though they'd crossed death's mystic stream1 ,in that hour of smiles and sighing when my grandsire used to dream4 ,oh1 glad1 sad gift of memory to call our dear ones back ,and win them from their narrow homes to ,time's still beaten track6 ,yours was the power my grandsire held while twilight turned to night2 ,through you his loved returned again and blessed his longing sight2 ,and ,i no longer wonder1 when his dreaming ,i recall1 ,at smiles and sighs succeeding while the shadows hid us all1 ,for1 while my pencil's trailing and ,i've half forgot my theme1 ,i1 too1 am seeing visions1 as my grandsire used to dream4 ,,when ,,little ,,sister ,,came#ad ,,by ,,joaquin ,,miller ,we dwelt in the woods of the ,tippe-canoe1 ,in a lone lost cabin1 with never a view ,of the full day's sun for a whole year through4 ,with strange half hints through the russet corn ,we children were hurried one night4 ,next morn ,there was frost on the trees1 and a sprinkle of snow1 ,and tracks on the ground4 ,three boys below ,the low eave listened4 ,we burst through the door1 ,and a girl baby cried1--and then we were four4 ,we were not sturdy1 and we were not wise ,in the things of the world1 and the ways men dare4 ,a pale-browed mother with a prophet's eyes1 ,a father that dreamed and looked anywhere4 ,three brothers--wild blossoms1 tall-fashioned as men ,and we mingled with none1 but we lived as when ,the pair first lived ere they knew the fall2 ,and1 loving all things1 we believed in all4 ,ah6 girding yourself and throwing your strength ,on the front of the forest that stands in mail1 ,sounds gallant1 indeed1 in a pioneer's tale1 ,but1 ,god in heaven6 the weariness ,of a sweet soul banished to a life like this6 ,this reaching of weary-worn arms full length2 ,this stooping all day to the cold stubborn soil-- ,this holding the heart6 it is more than toil6 ,what loneness of heart6 what wishing to die ,in that soul in the earth1 that was born for the sky6 ,we parted wood-curtains1 pushed westward and we1 ,why1 we wandered and wandered a half year through1 ,we tented with herds as the ,arabs do1 ,and at last lay down by the sundown sea4 ,then there in that sun did my soul take fire6 ,it burned in its fervor1 thou ,venice1 for thee6 ,my glad heart glowed with the one desire ,to stride to the front1 to live1 to be6 ,to strow great thoughts through the world as ,i went1 ,as ,god sows stars through the firmament4 ,venice1 #ahgd4 --,copyright by ,harr ,wagner ,co41 ,san ,francisco1 and used by kind permission of author and publisher4 ,,when ,,the ,,old ,,man ,,smokes ,,by ,,paul ,,laurence ,,dunbar ,in the forenoon's restful quiet1 ,when the boys are off at school1 ,when the window lights are shaded ,and the chimney corner cool1 ,then the old man seeks his arm-chair1 ,lights his pipe and settles back2 ,falls a-dreaming as he draws it ,till the smoke wreaths gather black4 ,and the tear-drops come a-trickling ,down his cheeks1 a silver flow-- ,smoke or memories you wonder1 ,but you never ask him1 no2 ,for there's something almost sacred ,to the other family folks ,in those moods of silent dreaming ,when the old man smokes4 ,ah1 perhaps he sits there dreaming ,of the love of other days ,and how he used to lead her ,through the merry dances maze2 ,how he called her 8little princess40 ,and1 to please her1 used to twine ,tender wreaths to crown her tresses1 ,from the 8matrimony vine40 ,then before his mental vision ,comes1 perhaps1 a sadder day1 ,when they left his little princess ,sleeping with her fellow clay4 ,how his young heart throbbed1 and pained him6 ,why the memory of it chokes6 ,is it of these things he's thinking ,when the old man smokes8 ,but some brighter thoughts possess him1 ,for the tears are dried the while4 ,and the old worn face is wrinkled ,in a reminiscent smile1 ,from the middle of the forehead ,to the feebly trembling lip1 ,at some ancient prank remembered ,or some unheard of quip4 ,then the lips relax their tension ,and the pipe begins to slide1 ,till in little clouds of ashes1 ,it falls gently at his side2 ,and his head bends lower and lower ,till his chin lies on his breast1 ,and he sits in peaceful slumber ,like a little child at rest4 ,dear old man1 there's something sad'ning1 ,in these dreamy moods of yours1 ,since the present proves so fleeting1 ,all the past for you endures2 ,weeping at forgotten sorrows1 ,smiling at forgotten jokes2 ,life epitomized in minutes1 ,when the old man smokes4 --,copyright by ,dodd ,mead ,co41 ,new ,york1 and used by arrangement4 ,,dramatic ,,selections ,,in ,,poetry ,,each ,,in ,,his ,,own ,,tongue ,,by ,w4 ,h4 ,,carruth ,a fire mist and a planet1 ,a crystal and a cell1 ,a jelly-fish and a saurian1 ,and caves where the cavemen dwell2 ,then a sense of law and beauty1 ,and a face turned from the clod2 ,some call it ,evolution1 ,and others call it ,god4 ,a haze on the far horizon1 ,the infinite tender sky2 ,the ripe1 rich tints of the cornfields1 ,and the wild geese sailing high2 ,and all over upland and lowland ,the charm of the golden-rod2 ,some of us call it ,autumn1 ,and others call it ,god4 ,like the tide on the crescent sea beach1 ,when the moon is new and thin1 ,in our hearts high yearnings ,come welling and surging in4 ,come from the mystic ocean1 ,whose rim no foot has trod2 ,some of us call it ,longing1 ,and others call it ,god4 ,a picket frozen on duty1 ,a mother starved for her brood2 ,socrates drinking the hemlock1 ,and ,jesus on the road2 ,the millions who1 humble and nameless1 ,the straight1 hard pathway trod2 ,some call it ,consecration1 ,and others call it ,god4 --,copyright1 and used by kind permission of the author4 ,,the ,,man ,,with ,,the ,,hoe ,,by ,,edwin ,,markham 7,written after seeing ,millet's ,world-,famous ,painting7 ,god made man ,in ,his own image1 in the image of ,god made ,he him4--,genesis4 ,bowed by the weight of centuries he leans ,upon his hoe and gazes on the ground1 ,the emptiness of ages in his face1 ,and on his back the burden of the world4 ,who made him dead to rapture and despair1 ,a thing that grieves not and that never hopes1 ,stolid and stunned1 a brother to the ox8 ,who loosened and let down this brutal jaw8 ,whose was the hand that slanted back this brow8 ,whose breath blew out the light within this brain8 ,is this the ,thing the ,lord ,god made and gave ,to have dominion over sea and land2 ,to trace the stars and search the heavens for power2 ,to feel the passion of ,eternity8 ,is this the ,dream ,he dreamed who shaped the suns ,and pillared the blue firmament with light8 ,down all the stretch of ,hell to its last gulf ,there is no shape more terrible than this-- ,more tongued with censure of the world's blind greed-- ,more filled with signs and portents for the soul-- ,more fraught with menace to the universe4 ,what gulfs between him and the seraphim6 ,slave of the wheel of labor1 what to him ,are ,plato and the swing of ,pleiades8 ,what the long reaches of the peaks of song1 ,the rift of dawn1 the reddening of the rose8 ,through this dread shape the suffering ages look2 ,time's tragedy is in the aching stoop2 ,through this dread shape humanity betrayed1 ,plundered1 profaned and disinherited1 ,cries protest to the ,judges of the ,world1 ,a protest that is also prophecy4 ,o masters1 lords and rulers in all lands1 ,is this the handiwork you give to ,god1 ,this monstrous thing distorted and soul-quenched8 ,how will you ever straighten up this shape2 ,touch it again with immortality2 ,give back the upward looking and the light2 ,rebuild in it the music and the dream2 ,make right the immemorial infamies1 ,perfidious wrongs1 immedicable woes8 ,o masters1 lords and rulers in all lands1 ,how will the ,future reckon with this ,man8 ,how answer his brute questions in that hour ,when whirlwinds of rebellion shake the world8 ,how will it be with kingdoms and with kings-- ,with those who shaped him to the thing he is-- ,when this dumb ,terror shall reply to ,god1 ,after the silence of the centuries8 --,copyright by ,doubleday1 ,page ,co41 ,new ,york1 and used by kind permission of author and publisher4 ,,tommy ,,by ,,rudyard ,,kipling ,i went to a public-'ouse to get a pint o' beer1 ,the publican 'e up an' sez1 8,we serve no redcoats here40 ,the girls be'ind the bar they laughed an' giggled fit to die1 ,i out into the street again1 an' to myself sez ,i3 ,o it's ,tommy this1 an' ,tommy that1 an' 8,tommy1 go away02 ,but it's 8,thank you1 ,mister ,atkins10 when the band begins to play1 ,the band begins to play1 my boys1 the band begins to play1 ,o it's 8,thank you1 ,mister ,atkins10 when the band begins to play4 ,i went into a theater as sober as could be1 ,they gave a drunk civilian room1 but 'adn't none for me2 ,they sent me to the gallery or round the music-'alls1 ,but when it comes to fightin'1 ,lord6 they'll shove me in the stalls6 ,for it's ,tommy this1 an' ,tommy that1 an' 8,tommy1 wait outside02 ,but it's 8,special train for ,atkins0 when the trooper's on the tide1 ,the troopship's on the tide1 my boys1 the troopship's on the tide1 ,o it's 8,special train for ,atkins0 when the trooper's on the tide4 ,yes1 makin' mock o' uniforms that guard you while you sleep ,is cheaper than them uniforms1 an' they're starvation cheap2 ,an' hustlin' drunken soldiers when they're goin' large a bit ,is five times better business than paradin' in full kit4 ,then it's ,tommy this1 an' ,tommy that1 an' 8,tommy1 'ow's yer soul80 ,but it's 8,thin red line of 'eroes0 when the drums begin to roll1 ,the drums begin to roll1 my boys1 the drums begin to roll1 ,o it's 8,thin red line of 'eroes0 when the drums begin to roll4 ,we aren't no thin red 'eroes1 nor we aren't no blackguards too1 ,but single men in barracks1 most remarkably like you2 ,an' if sometimes our conduck isn't all your fancy paints1 ,why1 single men in barracks don't grow into plaster saints2 ,while it's ,tommy this1 an' ,tommy that1 an' 8,tommy1 fall be'ind10 ,but it's 8,please to walk in front1 sir10 when there's trouble in the wind1 ,there's trouble in the wind1 my boys1 there's trouble in the wind1 ,o it's 8,please to walk in front1 sir10 when there's trouble in the wind4 ,you talk o' better food for us1 an' schools1 an' fires1 an' all3 ,we'll wait for extry rations if you treat us rational4 ,don't mess about the cook-room shops1 but prove it to our face ,the ,widow's ,uniform is not the soldier-man's disgrace4 ,for it's ,tommy this1 an' ,tommy that1 an' 8,chuck him out1 the brute60 ,but it's 8,saviour of 'is country0 when the guns begin to shoot2 ,an' it's ,tommy this1 an' ,tommy that1 an' anything you please2 ,an' ,tommy ain't a bloomin' fool--you bet that ,tommy sees6 ,,the ,,cavalier',s ,,song ,,by ,,sir ,,walter ,,scott ,while the dawn on the mountain was misty and gray1 ,my true love has mounted his steed1 and away ,over hill1 over valley1 o'er dale1 and o'er down-- ,heaven shield the brave ,gallant that fights for the ,crown6 ,he has doff'd the silk doublet the breastplate to bear1 ,he has placed the steel cap o'er his long-flowing hair1 ,from his belt to his stirrup his broadsword hangs down-- ,heaven shield the brave ,gallant that fights for the ,crown6 ,for the rights of fair ,england that broadsword he draws2 ,her ,king is his leader1 her ,church is his cause2 ,his watchword is honor1 his pay is renown-- ,god strike with the ,gallant that strikes for the ,crown6 ,they may boast of their ,fairfax1 their ,waller1 and all ,the roundheaded rebels of ,westminster ,hall2 ,but tell these bold traitors of ,london's proud town1 ,that the spears of the ,north have encircled the ,crown4 ,there's ,derby and ,cavendish1 dread of their foes2 ,there's ,erin's high ,ormond1 and ,scotland's ,montrose6 ,would you match the base ,skippon1 and ,massey1 and ,brown ,with the ,barons of ,england1 that fight for the ,crown8 ,now joy to the crest of the brave ,cavalier6 ,be his banner unconquer'd1 resistless his spear1 ,till in peace and in triumph his toils he may drown1 ,in a pledge to fair ,england1 her ,church1 and her ,crown4 ,,war ,,anonymous ,ivor never heard of ,rudolph1 ,rudolph never heard of ,ivor1 ,yet each of them flies at the other--and dies2 ,for some one1 somewhere1 has said 8,war60 ,twelve million men to be marshaled ,and murdered and mangled and maimed2 ,twelve million men1 by the stroke of the pen1 ,to be slaughtered--and no one ashamed4 ,mountains of wealth to be wasted1 ,oceans of tears to be shed1 ,valleys of light to be turned into night1 ,rivers of blood to run red4 ,thousands of wives to be widowed1 ,millions of mothers to mourn1 ,thousands in sorrow to wait the to-morrow1 ,millions of hearts to be torn4 ,thousands of fathers to perish1 ,millions of children to moan1 ,ages of time to prepare for a crime ,that eons can never atone4 ,thousands of homes to be shattered1 ,millions of prayers to be vain4 ,thousands of ways to the glory that pays ,in poverty1 panic and pain4 ,twelve million men in ,god's image ,sentenced to shoot and be shot1 ,kill and be killed1 as ruler has willed1 ,for what--,for what--,for what8 ,ivor never heard of ,rudolph1 ,and ,rudolph knows naught of ,ivor1 ,yet each of them flies at the other--and dies1 ,for some one1 somewhere1 has said 8,war60 ,,love ,,of ,,country ,,by ,,sir ,,walter ,,scott ,breathes there a man with soul so dead1 ,who never to himself hath said1 ,this is my own1 my native land6 ,whose heart hath ne'er within him burned1 ,as home his footsteps he hath turned1 ,from wandering on a foreign strand6 ,if such there breathe1 go1 mark him well2 ,for him no minstrel raptures swell ,high tho' his titles1 proud his name1 ,boundless his wealth as wish can claim2 ,despite those titles1 power1 and pelf1 ,the wretch1 concentered all in self1 ,living1 shall forfeit fair renown1 ,and doubly dying1 shall go down ,to the vile dust1 from whence he sprung1 ,unwept1 unhonor'd1 and unsung4 ,,sir ,,galahad ,,by ,,alfred ,,tennyson ,my good blade carves the casques of men1 ,my tough lance thrusteth sure1 ,my strength is as the strength of ten1 ,because my heart is pure4 ,the shattering trumpet shrilleth high1 ,the hard brands shiver on the steel1 ,the splinter'd spear-shafts crack and fly1 ,the horse and rider reel3 ,they reel1 they roll in clanging lists1 ,and when the tide of combat stands1 ,perfume and flowers fall in showers1 ,that lightly rain from ladies' hands4 --,from 8,sir ,galahad40 ,,opportunity ,,by ,,edward ,,rowland ,,sill ,this ,i beheld1 or dreamed it in a dream3-- ,there spread a cloud of dust along a plain2 ,and underneath the cloud1 or in it1 raged ,a furious battle1 and men yelled1 and swords ,shocked upon swords and shields4 ,a prince's banner ,wavered1 then staggered backward1 hemmed by foes4 ,a craven hung along the battle's edge1 ,and thought1 8,had ,i a sword of keener steel-- ,that blue blade that the king's son bears--but this ,blunt thing--60 he snapped and flung it from his hand1 ,and lowering crept away and left the field4 ,then came the king's son1 wounded1 sore bestead1 ,and weaponless1 and saw the broken sword1 ,hilt buried in the dry and trodden sand1 ,and ran and snatched it1 and with battle-shout ,lifted afresh1 he hewed his enemy down1 ,and saved a great cause that heroic day4 ,,the ,,firing ,,line ,,by ,,joaquin ,,miller ,for glory8 ,for good8 ,for fortune or fame8 ,why1 he for the front when the battle is on6 ,leave the rear to the dolt1 the lazy1 the lame1 ,go forward as ever the valiant have gone2 ,whether city or field1 whether mountain or mine1 ,go forward1 right on to the ,firing ,line4 ,whether newsboy or plowboy1 cowboy or clerk1 ,fight forward1 be ready1 be steady1 be first2 ,be fairest1 be bravest1 be best at your work2 ,exalt and be glad2 dare to hunger1 to thirst1 ,as ,david1 as ,alfred--let dogs skulk and whine-- ,there is room but for men on the ,firing ,line4 ,aye1 the place to fight and the place to fall-- ,as fall we must1 all in ,god's good time-- ,it is where the manliest man is the wall1 ,where boys are as men in their pride and prime1 ,where glory gleams brightest1 where brightest eyes shine1 ,far out on the roaring red ,firing ,line4 ,,how ,,oswald ,,dined ,,with ,,god ,,by ,,edwin ,,markham ,over ,northumbria's lone1 gray lands1 ,over the frozen marl1 ,went flying the fogs from the fens and sands1 ,and the wind with a wolfish snarl4 ,frosty and stiff by the ,york wall ,stood the rusty grass and the yarrow3 ,gone wings and songs to the southland1 all-- ,robin and starling and sparrow4 ,weary with weaving the battle-woof1 ,came the king and his thanes to the ,hall3 ,feast-fires reddened the beams of the roof1 ,torch flames waved from the wall4 ,bright was the gold that the table bore1 ,where platters and beakers shone3 ,whining hounds on the sanded floor ,looked hungrily up for a bone4 ,laughing1 the king took his seat at the board1 ,with his gold-haired queen at his right3 ,war-men sitting around them roared ,like a crash of the shields in fight4 ,loud rose laughter and lusty cheer1 ,and gleemen sang loud in their throats1 ,telling of swords and the whistling spear1 ,till their red beards shook with the notes4 ,varlets were bringing the smoking boar1 ,ladies were pouring the ale1 ,when the watchman called from the great hall door3 8,o ,king1 on the wind is a wail4 8,feebly the host of the hungry poor ,lift hands at the gate with a cry3 ,grizzled and gaunt they come over the moor1 ,blasted by earth and sky40 8,ho60 cried the king to the thanes1 8make speed-- ,carry this food to the gates-- ,off with the boar and the cask of mead-- ,leave but a loaf on the plates40 ,still came a cry from the hollow night3 8,king1 this is one day's feast2 ,but days are coming with famine-blight2 ,wolf winds howl from the east60 ,hot from the king's heart leaped a deed1 ,high as his iron crown3 7,noble souls have a deathless need ,to stoop to the lowest down47 8,thanes1 ,i swear by ,godde's ,bride ,this is a cursd thing-- ,hunger for the folk outside1 ,gold inside for the king60 ,whirling his war-ax over his head1 ,he cleft each plate into four4 8,gather them up1 ,o thanes10 he said1 8,for the workfolk at the door4 8,give them this for the morrow's meat1 ,then shall we feast in accord3 ,our half of a loaf will then be sweet-- ,sweet as the bread of the ,lord60 --,from 8,the ,shoes of ,happiness and ,other ,poems40 ,copyright by ,doubleday1 ,page ,co41 and used by kind permission of author and publisher4 ,,how ,,the ,,great ,,guest ,,came ,,by ,,edwin ,,markham ,i ,before the ,cathedral in grandeur rose1 ,at ,ingelburg where the ,danube goes2 ,before its forest of silver spires ,went airily up to the clouds and fires2 ,before the oak had ready a beam1 ,while yet the arch was stone and dream-- ,there where the altar was later laid1 ,conrad the cobbler plied his trade4 ,,ii ,doubled all day on his busy bench1 ,hard at his cobbling for master and hench1 ,he pounded away at a brisk rat-tat1 ,shearing and shaping with pull and pat1 ,hide well hammered and pegs sent home1 ,till the shoe was fit for the ,prince of ,rome4 ,and he sang as the threads went to and fro3 8,whether 'tis hidden or whether it show1 ,let the work be sound1 for the ,lord will know40 ,,iii ,tall was the cobbler1 and gray and thin1 ,and a full moon shone where the hair had been4 ,his eyes peered out1 intent and afar1 ,as looking beyond the things that are4 ,he walked as one who is done with fear1 ,knowing at last that ,god is near4 ,only the half of him cobbled the shoes2 ,the rest was away for the heavenly news4 ,indeed1 so thin was the mystic screen ,that parted the ,unseen from the ,seen1 ,you could not tell1 from the cobbler's theme ,if his dream were truth or his truth were dream4 ,,iv ,it happened one day at the year's white end1 ,two neighbors called on their old-time friend2 ,and they found the shop1 so meager and mean1 ,made gay with a hundred boughs of green4 ,conrad was stitching with face ashine1 ,but suddenly stooped as he twitched a twine3 8,old friends1 good news6 ,at dawn to-day1 ,as the cocks were scaring the night away1 ,the ,lord appeared in a dream to me1 ,and said1 #8,i am coming your ,guest to be6' ,so ,i've been busy with feet astir1 ,strewing the floor with branches of fir4 ,the wall is washed and the shelf is shined1 ,and over the rafter the holly twined4 ,he comes to-day1 and the table is spread1 ,with milk and honey and wheaten bread40 ,v ,his friends went home2 and his face grew still ,as he watched for the shadow across the sill4 ,he lived all the moments o'er and o'er1 ,when the ,lord should enter the lowly door-- ,the knock1 the call1 the latch pulled up1 ,the lighted face1 the offered cup4 ,he would wash the feet where the spikes had been2 ,he would kiss the hands where the nails went in2 ,and then at the last would sit with ,him ,and break the bread as the day grew dim4 ,,vi ,while the cobbler mused1 there passed his pane ,a beggar drenched by the driving rain4 ,he called him in from the stony street ,and gave him shoes for his bruisd feet4 ,the beggar went and there came a crone1 ,her face with wrinkles of sorrow sown4 ,a bundle of fagots bowed her back1 ,and she was spent with the wrench and rack4 ,he gave her his loaf and steadied her load ,as she took her way on the weary road4 ,then to his door came a little child1 ,lost and afraid in the world so wild1 ,in the big1 dark world4 ,catching it up1 ,he gave it the milk in the waiting cup1 ,and led it home to its mother's arms1 ,out of the reach of the world's alarms4 ,,vii ,the day went down in the crimson west ,and with it the hope of the blessed ,guest1 ,and ,conrad sighed as the world turned gray3 8,why is it1 ,lord1 that your feet delay8 ,did ,you forget that this was the day80 ,then soft in the silence a ,voice he heard3 8,lift up your heart1 for ,i kept my word4 ,three times ,i came to your friendly door2 ,three times my shadow was on your floor4 ,i was the beggar with bruisd feet2 ,i was the woman you gave to eat2 ,i was the child on the homeless street60 --,from 8,the ,shoes of ,happiness and ,other ,poems40 ,copyright by ,doubleday1 ,page ,co41 and used by kind permission of author and publisher4 ,,pickett',s ,,charge ,,by ,,fred ,,emerson ,,brooks ,when ,pickett charged at ,gettysburg1 ,for three long days1 with carnage fraught1 ,two hundred thousand men had fought2 ,and courage could not gain the field1 ,where stubborn valor would not yield4 ,with ,meade on ,cemetery ,hill1 ,and mighty ,lee thundering still ,upon the ridge a mile away2 ,four hundred guns in counterplay ,their deadly thunderbolts had hurled-- ,the cannon duel of the world6 ,when ,pickett charged at ,gettysburg4 ,when ,pickett charged at ,gettysburg1 ,dread war had never known such need ,of some o'ermastering1 valiant deed2 ,and never yet had cause so large ,hung on the fate of one brief charge4 ,to break the center1 but a chance2 ,with ,pickett waiting to advance2 ,it seemed a crime to bid him go1 ,and ,longstreet said not 8,yes0 nor 8,no10 ,but silently he bowed his head4 8,i shall go forward60 ,pickett said4 ,then ,pickett charged at ,gettysburg4 ,then ,pickett charged at ,gettysburg2 ,down from the little wooded slope1 ,a-step with doubt1 a-step with hope1 ,and nothing but the tapping drum ,to time their tread1 still on they come4 ,four hundred cannon hush their thunder1 ,while cannoneers gaze on in wonder6 ,two armies watch1 with stifled breath1 ,full eighteen thousand march to death1 ,at elbow-touch1 with banners furled1 ,and courage to defy the world1 ,in ,pickett's charge at ,gettysburg4 ',tis ,pickett's charge at ,gettysburg3 ,none but tried veterans can know ,how fearful 'tis to charge the foe2 ,but these are soldiers will not quail1 ,though ,death and ,hell stand in their trail6 ,flower of the ,south and ,longstreet's pride1 ,there's valor in their very stride6 ,virginian blood runs in their veins1 ,and each his ardor scarce restrains2 ,proud of the part they're chosen for3 ,the mighty cyclone of the war1 ,in ,pickett's charge at ,gettysburg4 ',tis ,pickett's charge at ,gettysburg3 ,how mortals their opinions prize ,when armies march to sacrifice1 ,and souls by thousands in the fight ,on ,battle's smoky wing take flight4 ,firm-paced they come1 in solid form ,the dreadful calm before the storm4 ,those silent batteries seem to say3 8,we're waiting for you1 men in gray60 ,each anxious gunner knows full well ,why every shot of his must tell ,on ,pickett's charge at ,gettysburg4 ',tis ,pickett's charge at ,gettysburg3 ,what grander tableau can there be ,than rhythmic swing of infantry ,at shouldered arms1 with flashing steel8 ,as ,pickett swings to left1 half-wheel1 ,those monsters instantly outpour ,their flame and smoke of death6 and roar ,their fury on the silent air-- ,starting a scene of wild despair3 ,lee's batteries roaring3 8,room6 ,make room660 ,with ,meade's replying3 8,doom6 ',tis doom ,to ,pickett's charge at ,gettysburg60 ',tis ,pickett's charge at ,gettysburg3 ,now ,hancock's riflemen begin ,to pour their deadly missiles in4 ,can standing grain defy the hail8 ,will ,pickett stop8 ,will ,pickett fail8 ,his left is all uncovered through ,that fateful halt of ,pettigrew6 ,and ,wilcox from the right is cleft ,by ,pickett's half-wheel to the left6 ,brave ,stannard rushes 'tween the walls1 ,no more disastrous thing befalls ,brave ,pickett's charge at ,gettysburg4 ',tis ,pickett's charge at ,gettysburg3 ,how terrible it is to see ,great armies making history3 ,long lines of muskets belching flame6 ,no need of gunners taking aim ,when from that thunder-cloud of smoke ,the lightning kills at every stroke6 ,if there's a place resembling hell1 ',tis where1 'mid shot and bursting shell1 ,stalks ,carnage1 arm in arm with ,death1 ,a furnace blast in every breath1 ,on ,pickett's charge at ,gettysburg4 ',tis ,pickett's charge at ,gettysburg3 ,brave leaders fall on every hand6 ,unheard1 unheeded all command6 ,battered in front and torn in flank2 ,a frenzied mob in broken rank6 ,they come like demons with a yell1 ,and fight like demons all pell-mell6 ,the wounded stop not till they fall2 ,the living never stop at all-- ,their blood-bespattered faces say3 8',tis death alone stops men in gray1 ,with ,pickett's charge at ,gettysburg60 ,stopped ,pickett's charge at ,gettysburg ,where his last officer fell dead1 ,the dauntless1 peerless1 ,armistead6 ,where ebbed the tide and left the slain ,like wreckage from the hurricane-- ,that awful spot which soldiers call 8,the bloody angle of the wall10 ,there ,pickett stopped1 turned back again ,alone1 with just a thousand men6 ,and not another shot was fired-- ,so much is bravery admired6 ,pickett had charged at ,gettysburg4 ,brave ,pickett's charge at ,gettysburg6 ,the charge of ,england's ,light ,brigade ,was nothing to what ,pickett made ,to capture ,cemetery ,hill-- ,to-day a cemetery still1 ,with flowers in the rifle-pit1 ,but no one cares to capture it4 ,the field belongs to those who fell2 ,they hold it without shot or shell6 ,while cattle yonder in the vale ,are grazing on the very trail ,where ,pickett charged at ,gettysburg4 ,where ,pickett charged at ,gettysburg1 ,in after-years survivors came ,to tramp once more that field of fame2 ,and ,mrs4 ,pickett led the ,gray1 ,just where her husband did that day4 ,the ,blue were waiting at the wall1 ,the ,gray leaped over1 heart and all6 ,where man had failed with sword and gun1 ,a woman's tender smile had won3 ,the ,gray had captured now the ,blue1 ,what mortal valor could not do ,when ,pickett charged at ,gettysburg4 --,copyright by ,forbes ,co41 ,chicago1 and used by kind permission of author and publisher4 8,,inasmuch44440 ,,by ,,edwin ,,markham ,wild tempest swirled on ,moscow's castled height2 ,wild sleet shot slanting down the wind of night2 ,quick snarling mouths from out of the darkness sprang ,to strike you in the face with tooth and fang4 ,javelins of ice hung on the roofs of all2 ,the very stones were aching in the wall1 ,where ,ivan stood a watchman on his hour1 ,guarding the ,kremlin by the northern tower1 ,when1 lo6 a half-bare beggar tottered past1 ,shrunk up and stiffened in the bitter blast4 ,a heap of misery he drifted by1 ,and from the heap came out a broken cry4 ,at this the watchman straightened with a start2 ,a tender grief was tugging at his heart1 ,the thought of his dead father1 bent and old ,and lying lonesome in the ground so cold4 ,then cried the watchman starting from his post3 8,little father1 this is yours2 you need it most60 ,and tearing off his hairy coat1 he ran ,and wrapt it warm around the beggar man4 ,that night the piling snows began to fall1 ,and the good watchman died beside the wall4 ,but waking in the ,better ,land that lies ,beyond the reaches of these cooping skies1 ,behold1 the ,lord came out to greet him home1 ,wearing the hairy heavy coat he gave ,by ,moscow's tower before he felt the grave6 ,and ,ivan1 by the old ,earth-memory stirred1 ,cried softly with a wonder in his word3 8,and where1 dear ,lord1 found you this coat of mine1 ,a thing unfit for glory such as ,thine80 ,then the ,lord answered with a look of light3 8,this coat1 ,my son1 you gave to ,me last night40 --,copyright by ,doubleday1 ,page ,co41 ,new ,york1 and used by kind permission of author and publisher4 ,,the ,,man ,,under ,,the ,,stone ,,by ,,edwin ,,markham ,when ,i see a workingman with mouths to feed1 ,up1 day after day1 in the dark before the dawn1 ,and coming home1 night after night1 through the dusk1 ,swinging forward like some fierce silent animal1 ,i see a man doomed to roll a huge stone up an endless steep4 ,he strains it onward inch by stubborn inch1 ,crouched always in the shadow of the rock4444 ,see where he crouches1 twisted1 cramped1 misshapen3 ,he lifts for their life2 ,the veins knot and darken-- ,blood surges into his face4444 ,now he loses--now he wins-- ,now he loses--loses--7,god of my soul67 ,he digs his feet into some earth-- ,there's a moment of terrified effort4444 ,will the huge stone break his hold1 ,and crush him as it plunges to the gulf8 ,the silent struggle goes on and on1 ,like two contending in a dream4 --,copyright by ,doubleday1 ,page ,co41 ,new ,york1 and used by kind permission of author and publisher4 ,,to ,,germany ,,by ,,george ,,sterling ,i ,beat back thy forfeit plow-shares into swords3 ,it is not yet1 the far1 seraphic dream ,of peace made beautiful and love supreme4 ,now let the strong1 unweariable chords ,of battle shake to thunder1 and the hordes ,advance1 where now the famished vultures scream4 ,the standards gather and the trumpets gleam2 ,down the long hill-side stare the mounted lords4 ,now far beyond the tumult and the hate1 ,the white-clad nurses and the surgeons wait ,the backward currents of tormented life1 ,when on the waiting silences shall come ,the screams of men1 and1 ere those lips are dumb1 ,the searching probe1 the ligature and knife4 ,,ii ,was it for such1 the brutehood and the pain1 ,civilization gave her holy fire ,unto thy wardship1 and the snowy spire ,of her august and most exalted fane8 ,are these the harvests of her ancient rain ,men reap at evening in the scarlet mire1 ,or where the mountain smokes1 a dreadful pyre1 ,or where the warship drags a bloody stain8 ,are these thy votive lilies and their dews1 ,that now the outraged stars look down to see8 ,behold them1 where the cold prophetic damps ,congeal on youthful brows so soon to lose ,their dream of sacrifice to thee--to thee1 ,harlot to ,murder in a thousand camps6 ,,iii ,was it for this that loving men and true ,have labored in the darkness and the light ,to rear the solemn temple of the ,right1 ,on ,reason's deep foundations1 bared anew ,long after the ,csarian eagles flew ,and ,rome's last thunder died upon the ,night8 ,cuirassed1 the cannon menace from the height2 ,armored1 the new-born eagles take the blue4 ,wait not thy lords the avenging1 certain knell-- ,one with the captains and abhorrent fames ,the echoes of whose conquests died in ,hell8-- ,they that have loosened the ensanguined flood1 ,and whose malign and execrable names ,the ,seraph of the ,record writes in blood4 ,,iv ,from gravid trench and sullen parapet1 ,profane the wounded lands with mine or shell6 ,turn thou upon the world thy cannons' ,hell1 ,till many million women's eyes are wet6 ,ravage and slay6 ,pile up the eternal debt6 ,but when the fanes of ,france and ,belgium fell ,another ruin was on earth as well1 ,and ashes that the race shall not forget4 ,not by the devastation of the guns1 ,nor tempest-shock1 nor steel's subverting edge1 ,nor yet the slow erasure of the suns ,thy downfall came1 betrayer of thy trust6 ,but at the dissolution of a pledge ,the temple of thine honor sank to dust4 ,v ,make not thy prayer to ,heaven1 lest perchance1 ,o troubler of the world1 the heavens hear6 ,but trust in ,uhlan and in cannoneer1 ,and1 ere the ,russian hough thee1 set thy lance ,against the dear and blameless breast of ,france6 ,put on thy mail tremendous and austere1 ,and let the squadrons of thy wrath appear1 ,and bid the standards and the guns advance6 ,those as an evil mist shall pass away1 ,as once the ,assyrian before the ,lord3 ,thou standest between mortals and the day1 ,ere ,god1 grown weary of thine armored reign1 ,lift from the world the shadow of thy sword ,and bid the stars of morning sing again4 --,copyright by ,a4 ,m4 ,robertson1 publisher1 ,san ,francisco1 and used by kind permission of author and publisher4 ,,to ,,the ,,war-,,lords ,,by ,,george ,,sterling ,i ,be yours the doom ,isaiah's voice foretold1 ,lifted on ,babylon1 ,o ye whose hands ,cast the sword's shadow upon weaker lands1 ,and for whose pride a million hearths grow cold6 ,ye reap but with the cannon1 and do hold ,your plowing to the murder-god's commands2 ,and at your altars ,desolation stands1 ,and in your hearts is conquest1 as of old4 ,the legions perish and the warships drown2 ,the fish and vulture batten on the slain2 ,and it is ye whose word hath shaken down ,the dykes that hold the chartless sea of pain4 ,your prayers deceive not men1 nor shall a crown ,hide on the brow the murder-mark of ,cain4 ,,ii ,now glut yourselves with conflict1 nor refrain1 ,but let your famished provinces be fed ,from bursting granaries of steel and lead6 ,decree the sowing of that deadly grain ,where the great war-horse1 maddened with his pain1 ,stamps on the mangled living and the dead1 ,and from the entreated heavens overhead ,falls from a brother's hand a fiery rain4 ,lift not your voices to the gentle ,christ3 ,your god is of the shambles6 ,let the moan ,of nations be your psalter1 and their youth ,to ,moloch and to ,bel be sacrificed6 ,a world to which ye proffered lies alone ,learns now from ,death the horror of your truth4 ,,iii ,how have you fed your people upon lies1 ,and cried 8,peace6 peace60 and knew it would not be6 ,for now the iron dragons take the sea1 ,and in the new-found fortress of the skies1 ,alert and fierce a deadly eagle flies4 ,ten thousand cannon echo your decree1 ,to whose profound refrain ye bend the knee4 ,and lift into the ,lord of ,love your eyes4 ,this is ,hell's work3 why raise your hands to ,him1 ,and those hands mailed1 and holding up the sword8 ,there stands another altar1 stained with red1 ,at whose basalt the infernal seraphim ,uplift to ,satan1 your conspirant lord1 ,the blood of nations1 at your mandate shed4 --,copyright by ,a4 ,m4 ,robertson1 publisher1 ,san ,francisco1 and used by kind permission of author and publisher4 ,,pauline ,,pavlovna ,,by ,t4 ,b4 ,,aldrich 7,scene3 ,petrograd4 ,period3 ,the present time4 ,a ballroom in the winter palace of the prince4 ,the ladies in character costumes and masks4 ,the gentlemen in official dress and unmasked1 with the exception of six tall figures in scarlet kaftans1 who are treated with marked distinction as they move here and there among the promenaders4 ,quadrille music throughout the dialogue4 ,count ,sergius ,pavlovich ,panshine1 who has just arrived1 is standing anxiously in the doorway of an antechamber with his eyes fixed upon a lady in the costume of a maid of honor in the time of ,catherine ,,ii4 ,the lady presently disengages herself from the crowd1 and passes near ,count ,panshine1 who impulsively takes her by the hand and leads her across the threshold of the inner apartment1 which is unoccupied47 ,he4 ,pauline6 ,she4 ,you knew me8 ,he4 ,how could ,i have failed8 ,a mask may hide your features1 not your soul4 ,there's an air about you like the air that folds a star4 ,a blind man knows the night1 and feels the constellations4 ,no coarse sense of eye or ear had made you plain to me4 ,through these ,i had not found you2 for your eyes1 as blue as violets of our ,novgorod1 look black behind your mask there1 and your voice--,i had not known that either4 ,my heart said1 8,pauline ,pavlovna40 ,she4 ,ah1 your heart said that8 ,you trust your heart then6 ',tis a serious risk6 ,how is it you and others wear no mask8 ,he4 ,the ,emperor's orders4 ,she4 ,is the ,emperor here8 ,i have not seen him4 ,he4 ,he is one of the six in scarlet kaftans and all masked alike4 ,watch--you will note how every one bows down ,before those figures2 thinking each by chance ,may be the ,tsar2 yet none know which is he4 ,even his counterparts are left in doubt4 ,unhappy ,russia6 ,no serf ever wore such chains ,as gall our ,emperor these sad days4 ,he dare trust no man4 ,she4 ,all men are so false4 ,he4 ,spare one1 ,pauline ,pavlovna4 ,she4 ,no6 all1 all6 ,i think there is no truth left in the world1 ,in man or woman4 ,once were noble souls4-- ,count ,sergius1 is ,nastasia here to-night8 ,he4 ,ah6 then you know6 ,i thought to tell you first4 ,not here1 beneath these hundred curious eyes1 ,in all this glare of light2 but in some place ,where ,i could throw me at your feet and weep4 ,in what shape came the story to your ears8 ,decked in the teller's colors1 ,i'll be sworn2 ,the truth1 but in the livery of a lie1 ,and so must wrong me4 ,only this is true3-- ,the ,tsar1 because ,i risked my wretched life ,to shield a life as wretched as my own1 ,bestows upon me1 as supreme reward-- ,o irony6--the hand of this poor girl4 ,says1 8,here ,i have the pearl of pearls for you1 ,such as was never plucked from out the deep ,by ,indian diver1 for a ,sultan's crown4 ,your joy's decreed10 and stabs me with a smile4 ,she4 ,and she--she loves you4 ,he4 ,i know not1 indeed4 ,likes me perhaps4 ,what matters it8--her love8 ,sidor ,yurievich1 the guardian1 consents1 and she consents4 ,no love in it at all1 a mere caprice1 ,a young girl's spring-tide dream4 ,sick of her ear-rings1 weary of her mare1 ,she'll have a lover--something ready made1 ,or improvised between two cups of tea-- ,a lover by imperial ukase6 ,fate said the word--,i chanced to be the man6 ,if that grenade the crazy student threw ,had not spared me1 as well as spared the ,tsar1 ,all this would not have happened4 ,i'd have been a hero1 ,but quite safe from her romance4 ,she takes me for a hero--think of that6 ,now by our holy ,lady of ,kazan1 ,when ,i have finished pitying myself1 ,i'll pity her4 ,she4 ,oh1 no2--begin with her2 she needs it most4 ,he4 ,at her door lies the blame1 whatever falls4 ,she1 with a single word1 with half a tear1 ,had stopt it at the first1 ,this cruel juggling with poor human hearts4 ,she4 ,the ,tsar commanded it--you said the ,tsar4 ,he4 ,the ,tsar does what she wills--,god fathoms why4 ,were she his mistress1 now6 but there's no snow ,whiter within the bosom of a cloud1 ,no colder either4 ,she is very haughty1 ,for all her fragile air of gentleness2 ,with something vital in her1 like those flowers ,that on our desolate steppes outlast the year4 ,resembles you in some things4 ,it was that ,first made us friends4 ,i do her justice1 see6 ,for we were friends in that smooth surface way ,we ,russians have imported out of ,france4 ,alas6 from what a blue and tranquil heaven ,this bolt fell on me6 ,after these two years1 ,my suit with ,ossip ,leminoff at end1 ,the old wrong righted1 the estates restored1 ,and my promotion1 with the ink not dry6 ,for those fairies which neglected me at birth ,seemed now to lavish all good gifts on me-- ,gold roubles1 office1 sudden dearest friends4 ,the whole world smiled2 then1 as ,i stooped to taste ,the sweetest cup1 freak dashed it from my lips4 ,this very night--just think1 this very night-- ,i planned to come and beg of you the alms ,i dared not ask for in my poverty4 ,i thought me poor then4 ,how stript am ,i now6 ,there's not a ragged mendicant one meets ,along the ,nevski ,prospekt but has leave to tell his love1 ,and ,i have not that right6 ,pauline ,pavlovna1 why do you stand there ,stark as a statue1 with no word to say8 ,she4 ,because this thing has frozen up my heart4 ,i think that there is something killed in me1 ,a dream that would have mocked all other bliss4 ,what shall ,i say8 ,what would you have me say8 ,he4 ,if it be possible1 the word of words6 ,she 7very slowly74 ,well1 then--,i love you4 ,i may tell you so ,this once1 444 and then forever hold my peace4 ,we cannot stay here longer unobserved4 ,no--do not touch me6 but stand further off1 and ,seem to laugh1 as if we jested--eyes1 ,eyes1 everywhere6 ,now turn your face away4444 ,i love you4 ,he4 ,with such music in my ears ,i would death found me4 ,it were sweet to die listening6 you love me--prove it4 ,she4 ,prove it--how8 ,i prove it saying it4 ,how else8 ,he4 ,pauline1 ,i have three things to choose from2 you shall choose4 ,this marriage1 or ,siberia1 or ,france4 ,the first means hell2 the second1 purgatory2 ,the third--with you--were nothing less than heaven6 ,she 7starting74 ,how dared you even dream it6 ,he4 ,i was mad4 ,this business has touched me in the brain4 ,have patience6 the calamity's so new4 7,pauses47 ,there is a fourth way1 but the gate is shut ,to brave men who hold life a thing of ,god4 ,she4 ,yourself spake there2 the rest was not of you4 ,he4 ,oh1 lift me to your level6 ,so ,i'm safe4 ,what's to be done8 ,she4 ,there must be some path out4 ,perhaps the ,emperor-- ,he4 ,not a ray of hope6 ,his mind is set on this with that insistence ,which seems to seize on all match-making folk-- ,the fancy bites them1 and they straight go mad4 ,she4 ,your father's friend1 the metropolitan-- ,a word from him4444 ,he4 ,alas1 he too is bitten6 ,gray-haired1 gray-hearted1 worldly-wise1 he sees ,this marriage makes me the ,tsar's protg ,and opens every door to preference4 ,she4 ,think while ,i think4 ,there surely is some key ,unlocks the labyrinth1 could we but find it4 ,nastasia6 ,he4 ,what1 beg life of her8 ,not ,i4 ,she4 ,beg love4 ,she is a woman1 young1 perhaps ,untouched as yet of this too poisonous air4 ,were she told all1 would she not pity us8 ,for if she love you1 as ,i think she must1 ,would not some generous impulse stir in her1 ,some latent1 unsuspected spark illume8 ,how love thrills even commonest girl-clay1 ,ennobling it an instant if no more6 ,you said that she is proud2 then touch her pride1 ,and turn her into marble with the touch4 ,but yet the gentler passion is the stronger4 ,go to her1 tell her in some tenderest phrase ,that will not hurt too much--ah1 but 'twill hurt6 ,just how your happiness lies in her hand ,to make or mar for all time2 hint1 not say1 ,your heart is gone from you1 and you may find-- ,he4 ,a casement in ,st4 ,peter and ,st4 ,paul ,for1 say1 a month2 then some ,siberian town4 ,not this way lies escape4 ,at my first word ,that sluggish ,tartar blood would turn to fire ,in every vein4 ,she4 ,how blindly you read her1 ,or any woman6 ,yes1 ,i know1 ,i grant ,how small we often seem to our small world ,of trivial cares and narrow precedents-- ,lacking that wide horizon stretched for men-- ,capricious1 spiteful1 frightened at a mouse2 ,but when it comes to suffering mortal pangs1 ,the weakest of us measures pulse with you4 ,he4 ,yes1 you1 not she4 ,if she were at your height6 ,but there's no martyr wrapt in her rose flesh4 ,there should have been2 for ,nature gave you both ,the self-same purple for your eyes and hair1 ,the self-same ,southern music to your lips1 ,fashioned you both1 as 'twere1 in the same mold1 ,yet failed to put the soul in one of you6 ,i know her willful--her light head quite turned ,in this court atmosphere of flatteries2 ,a ,moscow beauty1 petted and spoiled there1 ,and since1 spoiled here2 as soft as swan's down1 now1 ,with words like honey melting from the comb1 ,but being crossed1 vindictive1 cruel1 cold4 ,i fancy her between two rosy smiles1 ,saying1 8,poor fellow1 in the ,nertchinsk mines60 ,she4 ,you know her not4 ,count ,sergius ,pavlovich1 you said no mask ,could hide the soul1 yet how you have mistaken ,the soul these two months--and the face to-night4 7,she removes mask47 ,he4 ,you6--it was you4 ,she4 ,count ,sergius ,pavlovich1 go find ,pauline ,pavlovna--she is here-- ,and tell her that the ,tsar has set you free4 7,goes out hurriedly47 ,,gunga ,,din ,,by ,,rudyard ,,kipling ,you may talk o' gin and beer ,when you're quartered safe out 'ere1 ,an' you're sent to penny-fights an' ,aldershot2 ,but when it comes to slaughter ,you will do your work on water1 ,an' you'll lick the bloomin' boots of 'im that's got it4 ,now in ,injia's sunny clime1 ,where ,i used to spend my time ,a-servin' of ',er ,majesty the ,queen1 ,of all them blackfaced crew ,the finest man ,i knew ,was our regimental bhisti1 ,gunga ,din6 ,it was 8,din6 ,din6 ,din6 ,you limping lump o' brick-dust1 ,gunga ,din6 ,hi6 slippery hitherao6 ,water1 get it6 ,pannee lao6 ,you squidgy-nosed old idol1 ,gunga ,din40 ,the uniform 'e wore ,was nothin' much before1 ,an' rather less than 'arf o' that be'ind1 ,for a piece o' twisty rag ,an' a goatskin water-bag ,was all the field equipment 'e could find4 ,when the sweatin' troop-train lay ,in a sidin' through the day1 ,where the 'eat would make your bloomin' eyebrows crawl1 ,we shouted 8,harry ,by60 ,till our throats were bricky-dry1 ,then we wopped 'im cause 'e couldn't serve us all4 ,it was 8,din6 ,din6 ,din6 ,you 'eathen1 where the mischief 'ave you been8 ,you put some juldee in it ,or ,i'll marrow you this minute2 ,if you don't fill up my helmet1 ,gunga ,din60 ',e would dot an' carry one ,till the longest day was done2 ,an' 'e didn't seem to know the use o' fear4 ,if we charged or if we cut1 ,you could bet your bloomin' nut1 ',e'd be waitin' fifty paces right flank rear4 ,with 'is mussick on 'is back1 ',e would skip with our attack1 ,an' watch us till the bugles made 8,retire10 ,an' for all 'is dirty 'ide ',e was white1 clear white1 inside ,when 'e went to tend the wounded under fire6 ,it was 8,din6 ,din6 ,din60 ,with the bullets kickin' dust spots on the green1 ,when the cartridges ran out1 ,you could hear the front lines shout1 8,hi6 ammunition-mules an' ,gunga ,din60 ,i sha'n't forgit the night ,when ,i dropped be'ind the fight ,with a bullet where my belt-plate should 'a' been4 ,i was chokin' mad with thirst1 ,an' the man that spied me first ,was our good old grinnin'1 gruntin' ,gunga ,din4 ',e lifted up my head1 ,an' 'e plugged me where ,i bled1 ,an' 'e guv me 'arf-a-pint o' water green3 ,it was crawlin' and it stunk1 ,but of all the drinks ,i've drunk1 ,i'm gratefullest to one from ,gunga ,din4 ,it was 8,din6 ,din6 ,din6 ',ere's a beggar with a bullet through his spleen2 ',e's chawin' up the ground1 ,an' 'e's kickin' all around3 ,for ,gawd's sake git the water1 ,gunga ,din60 ',e carried me away ,to where a dooli lay1 ,an' a bullet came and drilled the beggar clean4 ',e put me safe inside1 ,an' just before 'e died3 8,i 'ope you like your drink10 sez ,gunga ,din4 ,so ,i'll meet 'im later on ,at the place where 'e is gone-- ,where it's always double drill and no canteen2 ',e'll be squattin' on the coals1 ,givin' drink to poor damned souls1 ,an' ,i'll get a swig in hell from ,gunga ,din6 ,yes1 ,din6 ,din6 ,din6 ,you ,lazarushian-leathern ,gunga ,din6 ,though ,i've belted you and flayed you1 ,by the livin' ,god that made you1 ,you're a better man than ,i am1 ,gunga ,din6 ,,the ,,true ,,ballad ,,of ,,the ,,king',s ,,singer ,,by ,,helen ,,hunt ,,jackson ,the king rode fast1 the king rode well1 ,the royal hunt went loud and gay1 ,a thousand bleeding chamois fell ,for royal sport that day4 ,when sunset turned the hill all red1 ,the royal hunt went still and slow2 ,the king's great horse with weary tread ,plunged ankle-deep in snow4 ,sudden a strain of music sweet1 ,unearthly sweet1 came through the wood2 ,up sprang the king1 and on both feet ,straight in his saddle stood4 8,now1 by our lady1 be it bird1 ,or be it man or elf that plays1 ,never before my ears have heard ,a music fit for praise60 ,sullen and tired1 the royal hunt ,followed the king1 who tracked the song1 ,unthinking1 as is royal wont1 ,how hard the way and long4 ,stretched on a rock the shepherd lay ,and dreamed and piped1 and dreamed and sang1 ,and careless heard the shout and bay ,with which the echoes rang4 8,up1 man6 the king60 the hunters cried4 ,he slowly stood1 and1 wondering1 ,turned honest eyes from side to side3 ,to him1 each looked like king4 ,strange shyness seized the king's bold tongue2 ,he saw how easy to displease ,this savage man who stood among ,his courtiers1 so at ease4 ,but kings have silver speech to use ,when on their pleasure they are bent2 ,the simple shepherd could not choose2 ,like one in dream he went4 ,o hear6 ,o hear6 ,the ringing sound ,of twenty trumpets swept the street1 ,the king a minstrel now has found1 ,for royal music meet4 ,with cloth of gold1 and cloth of red1 ,and woman's eyes the place is bright4 8,now1 shepherd1 sing10 the king has said1 8,the song you sang last night60 ,one faint sound stirs the perfumed air1 ,the courtiers scornfully look down2 ,the shepherd kneels in dumb despair1 ,seeing the king's dark frown4 ,the king is just2 the king will wait4 8,ho1 guards6 let him be gently led1 ,let him grow used to royal state1-- ,to being housed and fed40 ,all night the king unquiet lay1 ,racked by his dream's presentiment2 ,then rose in haste at break of day1 ,and for the shepherd sent4 8,ho1 now1 thou beast1 thou savage man1 ,how sound thou sleepest1 not to hear60 ,they jeering laughed1 but soon began ,to louder call in fear4 ,they wrenched the bolts2 unrumpled stood ,the princely bed all silken fine1 ,untouched the plates of royal food1 ,the flask of royal wine6 ,the costly robes strewn on the floor1 ,the chamber empty1 ghastly still2 ,the guards stood trembling at the door1 ,and dared not cross the sill4 ,all night the sentinels their round ,had kept4 ,no man could pass that way4 ,the window dizzy high from ground2 ,below1 the deep moat lay4 ,they crossed themselves4 8,the foul fiend lurks ,in this10 they said4 ,they did not know ,the miracles sweet ,freedom works1 ,to let her children go4 ,it was the fiend himself who took ,that shepherd's shape to pipe and sing2 ,and every man with terror shook1 ,for who would tell the king6 ,the heads of men all innocent ,rolled in the dust that day2 ,and east and west the bloodhounds went1 ,baying their dreadful bay2 ,safe on a snow too far1 too high1 ,for scent of dogs or feet of men1 ,the shepherd watched the clouds sail by1 ,and dreamed and sang again2 ,and crossed himself1 and knelt and cried1 ,and kissed the holy ,edelweiss1 ,believing that the fiends had tried ,to buy him with a price4 ,the king rides fast1 the king rides well2 ,the summer hunts go loud and gay2 ,the courtiers1 who this tale can tell1 ,are getting old and gray4 ,but still they say it was a fiend ,that took a shepherd's shape to sing1 ,for still the king's heart is not weaned ,to care for other thing4 ,great minstrels come from far and near1 ,he will not let them sing or play1 ,but waits and listens still to hear ,the song he heard that day4 --,copyright by ,little1 ,brown ,co41 ,boston1 and used by kind permission4 ,,the ,,dream ,,of ,,clarence ,,by ,,william ,,shakespeare ,o1 ,i have passed a miserable night1 ,so full of ugly sights1 of ghastly dreams1 ,that1 as ,i am a ,christian faithful man1 ,i would not spend another such night1 ,though 'twere to buy a world of happy days1 ,so full of dismal terror was the time6 ,methought that ,i had broken from the tower1 ,and was embark'd to cross to ,burgundy2 ,and1 in my company1 my brother ,gloucester2 ,who from my cabin tempted me to walk ,upon the hatches3 thence we looked toward ,england1 ,and cited up a thousand fearful times1 ,during the wars of ,york and ,lancaster1 ,that had befallen us4 ,as we paced along ,upon the giddy footing of the hatches1 ,methought the ,gloucester stumbled2 and1 in falling1 ,struck me1 that thought to stay him1 overboard1 ,into the tumbling billows of the main4 ,lord6 ,lord6 methought1 what pain it was to drown6 ,what dreadful noise of waters in mine ears6 ,what ugly sights of death within mine eyes6 ,methought ,i saw a thousand fearful wrecks2 ,ten thousand men that fishes gnawed upon2 ,wedges of gold1 great anchors1 heaps of pearl1 ,inestimable stones1 unvalued jewels1 ,all scattered in the bottom of the sea3 ,some lay in dead men's skulls2 and in those holes ,where eyes did once inhabit1 there were crept1 ,as 'twere in scorn of eyes1 reflecting gems1 ,which woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep1 ,and mock'd the dead bones that lay scattered by4 ,methought ,i had1 and often did ,i strive ,to yield the ghost3 but the envious flood ,kept in my soul1 and would not let it forth ,to seek the empty1 vast and wandering air2 ,but smothered it within my panting bulk1 ,which almost burst to belch it in the sea4 ,my dream was lengthened after life2 ,o1 then began the tempest of my soul1 ,who pass'd1 methought1 the melancholy flood1 ,with that grim ferry-man which poets write of1 ,unto the kingdom of perpetual night4 ,the first that did greet my stranger soul1 ,was my great father-in-law1 renowned ,warwick2 ,who cried aloud1 8,what scourge for perjury ,can this dark monarchy afford false ,clarence80 ,and so he vanished3 then came wandering by ,a shadow like an angel1 with bright hair ,dabbled in blood2 and he squeaked aloud1 8,clarence is come2 false1 fleeting1 perjured ,clarence1 ,that stabb'd me in the field by ,tewksbury3 ,seize on him1 ,furies1 take him to your torments60 ,with that1 methought1 a legion of foul fiends ,environ'd me about1 and howled in mine ears ,such hideous cries1 that with the very noise ,i trembling waked1 and for a season after ,could not believe but that ,i was in hell1 ,such terrible impression made the dream4 ,,the ,,blacksmith ,,of ,,limerick ,,by ,,robert ,,dwyer ,,joyce ,he grasped the ponderous hammer1 he could not stand it more1 ,to hear the bomb-shells bursting1 and thundering battle's roar2 ,he said1 8,the breach they're mounting1 the ,dutchman's murdering crew-- ,i'll try my hammer on their heads1 and see what that can do6 8,now1 swarthy ,ned and ,moran1 make up that iron well2 ',tis ,sarsfield's horse that wants the shoes1 so mind not shot or shell20 8,ah1 sure10 cried both1 8the horse can wait1 for ,sarsfield's on the wall ,and where you go we'll follow1 with you to stand or fall60 ,the blacksmith raised his hammer1 and rushed into the street1 ,his 'prentice boys behind him1 the ruthless foe to meet2-- ,high on the breach of ,limerick with dauntless hearts they stood1 ,where bomb-shells burst1 and shot fell thick1 and redly ran the blood4 8,now look you1 brown-haired ,moran2 and mark you1 swarthy ,ned1 ,this day we'll prove the thickness of many a ,dutchman's head6 ,hurrah6 upon their bloody path1 they're mounting gallantly2 ,and now the first that tops the breach1 leave him to this and me40 ,the first that gained the rampart1 he was a captain brave1-- ,a captain of the grenadiers1 with blood-stained dirk and glaive2 ,he pointed and he parried1 but it was all in vain6 ,for fast through skull and helmet the hammer found his brain6 ,the next that topped the rampart1 he was a colonel bold2 ,bright1 through the dust of battle1 his helmet flashed with gold-- 8,gold is no match for iron10 the doughty blacksmith said1 ,and with that ponderous hammer he cracked his foeman's head4 8,hurrah for gallant ,limerick60 black ,ned and ,moran cried1 ,as on the ,dutchmen's leaden heads their hammers well they plied2 ,a bomb-shell burst between them--one fell without a groan1 ,one leaped into the lurid air1 and down the breach was thrown4 8,brave smith6 brave smith60 cried ,sarsfield1 8beware the treacherous mine6 ,brave smith6 brave smith6 fall backward1 or surely death is thine60 ,the smith sprang up the rampart and leaped the blood-stained wall1 ,as high into the shuddering air went foeman1 breach and all6 ,up1 like a red volcano1 they thundered wild and high1-- ,spear1 gun1 and shattered standard1 and foeman through the sky2 ,and dark and bloody was the shower that round the blacksmith fell2-- ,he thought upon his 'prentice boys1--they were avengd well4 ,on foeman and defenders a silence gathered down2 ',twas broken by a triumph shout that shook the ancient town1 ,as out its heroes sallied1 and bravely charged and slew1 ,and taught ,king ,william and his men what ,irish hearts could do4 ,down rushed the swarthy blacksmith unto the river's side1 ,he hammered on the foe's pontoon1 to sink it in the tide2 ,the timber1 it was tough and strong1 it took no crack or strain2 8,mavrone6 t'won't break60 the blacksmith roared2 8,i'll try their heads again60 ,he rushed upon the flying ranks2 his hammer ne'er was slack1 ,for in thro' blood and bone it crashed1 thro' helmet and thro' jack2 ,he's ta'en a ,holland captain beside the red pontoon1 ,and 8,wait you here10 he boldly cries2 8,i'll send you back full soon6 8,dost see this gory hammer8 ,it cracked some skulls to-day1 ,and yours 'twill crack1 if you don't stand and list to what ,i say2-- ,here6 take it to your cursd ,king1 and tell him1 softly1 too1 ',twould be acquainted with his skull if he were here1 not you60 ,the blacksmith sought his smithy and blew his bellows strong2 ,he shod the steed of ,sarsfield1 but o'er it sang no song2 8,ochone6 my boys are dead60 he cried2 8their loss ,i'll long deplore1 ,but comfort's in my heart1 their graves are red with foreign gore40 ,,hymn ,,of ,,the ,,imperial ,,guard ,,by ,,bartholomew ,,dowling ,up1 comrades1 up1 the bugle peals the note of war's alarms1 ,and the cry is ringing sternly round1 that calls the land to arms2 ,adieu1 adieu1 fair land of ,france1 where the vine of ,brennus reigns2 ,we go where the blooming laurels grow1 on the bright ,italian plains4 ,advance6 advance6 brave sons of ,france1 before the startled world2 ,for ,france1 once more1 her tricolor in triumph hath unfurled4 ,our eagles shall fly 'neath many a sky1 with a halo round their way ,where ,history flings1 on their flashing wings1 the light of ,glory's ray2 ,and we shall bear them proudly on1 through many a mighty fray1 ,that shall win old nations back to life1 in the glorious coming day4 ,then advance1 advance1 ye sons of ,france1 before the startled world1 ,for ,france1 once more1 her tricolor in triumph hath unfurled4 ,the glowing heart of the land of ,art1 throbbing for ,liberty1 ,our swords invoke1 to erase the yoke from beauteous ,italy4 ,and the ,magyar waits1 with kindling hope1 the aid of the ,gallic hand1 ,to drive the hated ,austrians forth1 from the old ,hungarian land4 ,then advance1 advance1 ye sons of ,france1 before the startled world1 ,for ,france1 once more1 her tricolor in triumph hath unfurled4 ,see the ,briton1 pale1 as he dons his mail1 for the coming conflict shock1 ,and before his eyes1 see the phantom rise1 of the ,chief on ,helena's rock2 ,in foreboding fears1 already he hears through palace and mart anew1 ,our avenging shout1 o'er the battle rout--remember ,waterloo6 ,then advance1 advance1 ye sons of ,france1 before the startled world1 ,for ,france1 once more1 her tricolor in triumph hath unfurled4 ,and1 hark1 a wail from our kindred ,gael1 comes floating from the ,west-- ,that gallant race1 whose chosen place was ever our battle's crest2 ,now is the day we can repay the generous debt we owe ,to ,irish blood1 that freely flowed to conquer ,france's foe4 ,then advance1 advance1 ye sons of ,france1 before the startled world1 ,for ,france1 once more1 her tricolor in triumph hath unfurled4 ,old ,tricolor1 as in days of yore1 you shall wave o'er vanquished kings1 ,and your folds shall fly 'neath an ,english sky1 on ,victory's crimson wings2 ,and ,europe's shout shall in joy ring out1 hailing freedom in thy track1 ,when our task is done1 and we bear thee on1 to ,france with glory back4 ,then advance1 advance1 ye sons of ,france1 before the startled world1 ,for ,france1 once more1 her tricolor in triumph hath unfurled4 ,,the ,,death-,,song ,,of ,,the ,,viking#ae ,,by ,,bartholomew ,,dowling ,my race is run1 my errand done1 the pulse of life beats low2 ,my heart is chill1 and the conquering will has lost its fiery glow3 ,launch once again on the northern main my battleship of old3 ,i would die on the deck1 'mid storm and wreck1 as befits a ,viking bold4 ,i know no fears1 but the mist of years that has gathered round my track ,for a moment clears1 and my youth's compeers again to my side come back2 ,and the tall ships reel o'er their iron keel1 as we sweep down on the foe1 ,like a giant's form amid the storm1 where the mighty tempests blow4 ,again ,i gaze on the leaping blaze o'er a conquered city rise1 ,as in those days1 when the ,skald's wild lays1 sang the fame of our high emprise2 ,when our ships went forth from the stormy ,north with the ,scandinavian bands ,who backward bore to the ,baltic's shore the spoil of the ,western lands4 ,but my race is run1 my errand done2 so bear me to my ship4 ,place my battle-brand in this dying hand1 and the wine-cup to my lip2 ,then loose each sail to the rising gale and lash the helm a-lee4 ,alone1 alone1 on my drifting throne1 ,i would view my realm1 the sea4 ,my realm and grave the northern wave1 where the tempest's voice will sing ,my death-song loud1 where flame shall shroud the ocean's warrior-king1 ,whilst heroes wait at ,valhalla's gate to proudly welcome me4 ,for my race is run1 my errand done4 ,receive thy ,chief1 ,o ,sea6 ,,the ,,ride ,,of ,,jennie ,mc,n,e,a,l ,,by ,,will ,,carleton ,paul ,revere was a rider bold-- ,well has his valorous deed been told2 ,sheridan's ride was a glorious one-- ,often it has been dwelt upon4 ,but why should men do all the deeds ,on which the love of a patriot feeds8 ,hearken to me1 while ,i reveal ,the dashing ride of ,jennie ,mc,neal4 ,on a spot as pretty as might be found ,in the dangerous length of the ,neutral ,ground1 ,in a cottage cosy1 and all their own1 ,she and her mother lived alone4 ,safe were the two1 with their frugal store1 ,from all of the many who passed their door2 ,for ,jennie's mother was strange to fears1 ,and ,jennie was large for fifteen years4 ,one night1 when the sun had crept to bed1 ,and rain-clouds lingered overhead1 ,and sent their surly drops for proof ,to drum a tune on the cottage roof1 ,close after a knock at the outer door1 ,there entered a dozen dragoons or more4 ,their red coats1 stained by the muddy road1 ,that they were ,british soldiers showed2 ,the captain his hostess bent to greet1 ,saying1 8,madam1 please give us a bit to eat2 ,we will pay you well1 and1 if may be1 ,this bright-eyed girl for pouring our tea2 ,then we must dash ten miles ahead1 ,to catch a rebel colonel abed4 ,he is visiting home1 as doth appear2 ,we will make his pleasure cost him dear40 ,and they fell on the hasty supper with zeal1 ,close-watched the while by ,jennie ,mc,neal4 ,for the gray-haired colonel they hovered near1 ,had been her true friend1 kind and dear2 ,so sorrow for him she could but feel1 ,brave1 grateful-hearted ,jennie ,mc,neal4 ,with never a thought or a moment more1 ,bare-headed she slipped from the cottage door1 ,ran out where the horses were left to feed1 ,unhitched and mounted the captain's steed1 ,and down the hilly and rock-strewn way ,she urged the fiery horse of gray4 ,around her slender and cloakless form ,pattered and moaned the ceaseless storm2 ,secure and tight1 a gloveless hand ,grasped the reins with stern command2 ,and full and black her long hair streamed1 ,whenever the ragged lightning gleamed2 ,and on she rushed for the colonel's weal1 ,brave1 lioness-hearted ,jennie ,mc,neal4 ,hark6 from the hills1 a moment mute1 ,came a clatter of hoofs in hot pursuit2 ,and a cry from the foremost trooper said1 8,halt6 or your blood be on your head60 ,she heeded it not1 and not in vain ,she lashed the horse with the bridle-rein4 ,so into the night the gray horse strode2 ,his shoes hewed fire from the rocky road2 ,and the high-born courage that never dies ,flashed from his rider's coal-black eyes4 ,the pebbles flew from the fearful race2 ,the rain-drops grasped at her glowing face4 8,on1 on1 brave beast60 with loud appeal1 ,cried eager1 resolute ,jennie ,mc,neal4 8,halt60 once more came the voice of dread2 8,halt6 or your blood be on your head60 ,then1 no one answering to the calls1 ,sped after her a volley of balls4 ,they passed her in her rapid flight1 ,they screamed to her left1 they screamed to her right2 ,but1 rushing still o'er the slippery track1 ,she sent no token of answer back1 ,except a silvery laughter-peal1 ,brave1 merry-hearted ,jennie ,mc,neal4 ,so on she rushed1 at her own good will1 ,through wood and valley1 o'er plain and hill2 ,the gray horse did his duty well1 ,till all at once he stumbled and fell1 ,himself escaping the nets of harm1 ,but flinging the girl with a broken arm4 ,still undismayed by the numbing pain1 ,she clung to the horse's bridle-rein1 ,and gently bidding him to stand1 ,petted him with her able hand2 ,then sprang again to the saddle-bow1 ,and shouted1 8,one more trial now60 ,as if ashamed of the heedless fall1 ,he gathered his strength once more for all1 ,and1 galloping down a hillside steep1 ,gained on the troopers at every leap4 ,no more the high-bred steed did reel1 ,but ran his best for ,jennie ,mc,neal4 ,they were a furlong behind1 or more1 ,when the girl burst through the colonel's door1 ,her poor arm helpless1 hanging with pain1 ,and she all drabbled and drenched with rain1 ,but her cheeks as red as fire-brands are1 ,and her eyes as bright as a blazing star1 ,and shouted1 8,quick6 be quick1 ,i say6 ,they come6 they come6 ,away6 away60 ,then sank on the rude white floor of deal1 ,poor1 brave1 exhausted ,jennie ,mc,neal4 ,the startled colonel sprang1 and pressed ,his wife and children to his breast1 ,and turned away from his fireside bright2 ,and glided into the stormy night2 ,then soon and safely made his way ,to where the patriot army lay4 ,but first he bent1 in the dim firelight1 ,and kissed the forehead broad and white1 ,and blessed the girl who had ridden so well ,to keep him out of a prison-cell4 ,the girl roused up at the martial din1 ,just as the troopers came rushing in1 ,and laughed1 e'en in the midst of a moan1 ,saying1 8,good sirs1 your bird has flown4 ',tis ,i who have scared him from his nest2 ,so deal with me now as you think best40 ,but the grand captain bowed1 and said1 8,never you hold a moment's dread4 ,of womankind ,i must crown you queen2 ,so brave a girl ,i have never seen4 ,wear this gold ring as your valor's due2 ,and when peace comes ,i will come for you40 ,but ,jennie's face an arch smile wore1 ,as she said1 8,there's a lad in ,putnam's ,corps1 ,who told me the same1 long time ago2 ,you two would never agree1 ,i know4 ,i promised my love to be true as steel10 ,said good1 sure-hearted ,jennie ,mc,neal4 --,from 8,centennial ,rhymes40 ,,christmas ,,at ,,sea ,,by ,,robert ,,louis ,,stevenson ,the sheets were frozen hard1 and they cut the naked hand2 ,the decks were like a slide1 where a seaman scarce could stand2 ,the wind was a nor'wester1 blowing squally off the sea2 ,and cliffs and spouting breakers were the only things a-lee4 ,they heard the surf a-roaring before the break of day2 ,but 'twas only with the peep of light we saw how ill we lay4 ,we tumbled every hand on deck instanter1 with a shout1 ,and we gave her the maintops'l1 and stood by to go about4 ,all day we tacked and tacked between the ,south ,head and the ,north2 ,all day we hauled the frozen sheets1 and got no further forth2 ,all day as cold as charity1 in bitter pain and dread1 ,for very life and nature we tacked from head to head4 ,we gave the ,south a wider berth1 for there the tide-race roared2 ,but every tack we made we brought the ,north ,head close aboard3 ,so's we saw the cliffs and houses1 and the breakers running high1 ,and the coastguard in his garden1 with his glass against his eye4 ,the frost was on the village roofs as white as ocean foam2 ,the good red fires were burning bright in every 'longshore home2 ,the windows sparkled clear1 and the chimneys volleyed out2 ,and ,i vow we sniffed the victuals as the vessel went about4 ,the bells upon the church were rung with a mighty jovial cheer2 ,for it's just that ,i should tell you how 7of all days in the year7 ,this day of our adversity was blessed ,christmas morn1 ,and the house above the coastguard's was the house where ,i was born4 ,o well ,i saw the pleasant room1 the pleasant faces there1 ,my mother's silver spectacles1 my father's silver hair2 ,and well ,i saw the firelight1 like a flight of homely elves1 ,go dancing round the china-plates that stand upon the shelves4 ,and well ,i knew the talk they had1 the talk that was of me1 ,of the shadow on the household and the son that went to sea2 ,and ,o the wicked fool ,i seemed1 in every kind of way1 ,to be here and hauling frozen ropes on blessed ,christmas ,day4 ,they lit the high sea-light1 and the dark began to fall4 8,all hands to loose topgallant sails10 ,i heard the captain call4 8,by the ,lord1 she'll never stand it10 our first mate1 ,jackson1 cried1 444 8,it's the one way or the other1 ,mr4 ,jackson10 he replied4 ,she staggered to her bearings1 but the sails were new and good1 ,and the ship smelt up to windward just as though she understood4 ,as the winter's day was ending1 in the entry of the night1 ,we cleared the weary headland1 and passed below the light4 ,and they heaved a mighty breath1 every soul on board but me1 ,as they saw her nose again pointing handsome out to sea2 ,but all that ,i could think of1 in the darkness and the cold1 ,was just that ,i was leaving home and my folks were growing old4 ,,the ,,revenge ,,by ,,alfred1 ,,lord ,,tennyson ,at ,flores in the ,azores ,sir ,richard ,grenville lay1 ,and a pinnace1 like a flutter'd bird1 came flying from far away3 8,spanish ships of war at sea6 we have sighted fifty-three60 ,then sware ,lord ,thomas ,howard3 8',fore ,god ,i am no coward2 ,but ,i cannot meet them here1 for my ships are out of gear1 ,and the half my men are sick4 ,i must fly1 but follow quick4 ,we are six ships of the line2 can we fight with fifty-three80 ,then spake ,sir ,richard ,grenville3 8,i know you are no coward2 ,you fly them for a moment to fight with them again4 ,but ,i've ninety men and more that are lying sick ashore4 ,i should count myself the coward if ,i left them1 my ,lord ,howard1 ,to these ,inquisition dogs and the devildoms of ,spain40 ,so ,lord ,howard pass'd away with five ships of war that day1 ,till he melted like a cloud in the silent summer heaven2 ,but ,sir ,richard bore in hand all his sick men from the land ,very carefully and slow1 ,men of ,bideford in ,devon1 ,and we laid them on the ballast down below2 ,for we brought them all aboard1 ,and they blest him in their pain1 that they were not left to ,spain1 ,to the thumb-screw and the stake1 for the glory of the ,lord4 ,he had only a hundred seamen to work the ship and to fight1 ,and he sailed away from ,flores 'til the ,spaniard came in sight1 ,with his huge sea-castles heaving upon the weather bow4 8,shall we fight or shall we fly8 ,good ,sir ,richard1 tell us now1 ,for to fight is but to die6 ,there'll be little of us left by the time this sun be set40 ,and ,sir ,richard said again3 8,we be all good ,englishmen4 ,let us bang these dogs of ,seville1 the children of the devil1 ,for ,i never turn'd my back upon ,don or devil yet40 ,sir ,richard spoke and he laugh'd and we roar'd a hurrah1 and so ,the little ,revenge ran on sheer into the heart of the foe1 ,with her hundred fighters on deck1 and her ninety sick below2 ,for half of their fleet to the right and half to the left were seen1 ,and the little ,revenge ran on through the long sea-lane between4 ,thousands of their soldiers look'd down from their decks and laugh'd4 ,thousands of their seamen made mock at the mad little craft ,running on and on1 till delay'd ,by their mountain-like ,san ,philip that1 of fifteen hundred tons1 ,and up-shadowing high above us with her yawning tiers of guns1 ,took the breath from our sails1 and we stay'd4 ,and while now the great ,san ,philip hung above us like a cloud1 ,whence the thunderbolt will fall ,long and loud1 ,four galleons drew away ,from the ,spanish fleet that day1 ,and two upon the larboard and two upon the starboard lay1 ,and the battle-thunder broke from them all4 ,but anon the great ,san ,philip1 she bethought herself and went1 ,having that within her womb that had left her ill content2 ,and the rest they came aboard us1 and they fought us hand to hand1 ,for a dozen times they came with their pikes and musqueteers1 ,and a dozen times we shook 'em off as a dog that shakes his ears ,when he leaps from the water to the land4 ,and the sun went down1 and the stars came out far over the summer sea1 ,but never a moment ceased the fight of the one and the fifty-three4 ,ship after ship1 the whole night long1 their high-built galleons came1 ,ship after ship1 the whole night long1 with her battle-thunder and flame2 ,ship after ship1 the whole night long1 drew back with her dead and shame4 ,for some were sunk and many were shatter'd1 and so could fight us no more-- ,god of battles1 was ever a battle like this in the world before8 ,for he said1 8,fight on6 fight on60 ,tho' his vessel was all but a wreck2 ,and it chanced that1 when half of the short summer night was gone1 ,with a grisly wound to be drest he had left the deck1 ,but a bullet struck him that was dressing it suddenly dead1 ,and himself he was wounded again in the side and the head1 ,and he said1 8,fight on6 fight on60 ,and the night went down1 and the sun smiled out far over the summer sea1 ,and the ,spanish fleet with broken sides lay round us all in a ring2 ,but they dared not touch us again1 for they fear'd that we still could sting1 ,so they watch'd what the end would be4 ,and we had not fought them in vain1 ,but in perilous plight we were1 ,seeing forty of our poor hundred were slain1 ,and the half of the rest of us maim'd for life ,in the crash of the cannonades and the desperate strife2 ,and the sick men down in the hold were most of them stark and cold1 ,and the pikes were all broken or bent1 and the powder was all of it spent2 ,and the masts and the rigging were lying over the side2 ,but ,sir ,richard cried in his ,english pride3 8,we have fought such a fight for a day and a night ,as may never be fought again6 ,we have won great glory1 my men6 ,and a day less or more ,at sea or ashore1 ,we die--does it matter when8 ,sink me the ship1 ,master ,gunner--sink her1 split her in twain6 ,fall into the hands of ,god1 not into the hands of ,spain60 ,and the gunner said1 8,ay1 ay10 but the seamen made reply3 8,we have children1 we have wives1 ,and the ,lord hath spared our lives1 ,we will make the ,spaniard promise1 if we yield1 to let us go2 ,we shall live to fight again1 and to strike another blow40 ,and the lion there lay dying1 and they yielded to the foe4 ,and the stately ,spanish men to their flagship bore him then1 ,where they laid him by the mast1 old ,sir ,richard caught at last1 ,and they praised him to his face with their courtly foreign grace2 ,but he rose upon their decks1 and he cried3 8,i have fought for ,queen and ,faith like a valiant man and true2 ,i have only done my duty as a man is bound to do4 ,with a joyful spirit ,i1 ,sir ,richard ,grenville1 die60 ,and he fell upon their decks1 and he died4 ,and they stared at the dead that had been so valiant and true1 ,and had holden the power and glory of ,spain so cheap ,that he dared her with one little ship and his ,english few2 ,was he devil or man8 ,he was devil for aught they knew1 ,but they sank his body with honor down into the deep1 ,and they mann'd the ,revenge with a swarthier alien crew1 ,and away she sailed with her loss and long'd for her own2 ,when a wind from the lands they had ruin'd awoke from sleep1 ,and the water began to heave and the weather to moan1 ,and or ever that evening ended a great gale blew1 ,and a wave like the wave that is raised by an earthquake grew1 ,till it smote on their hulls and their sails and their masts and their flags1 ,and the whole sea plunged and fell on the shot-shatter'd navy of ,spain1 ,and the little ,revenge herself went down by the island crags ,to be lost evermore in the main4 ,,the ,,ballad ,,of ,,the ,,east ,,and ,,west ,,by ,,rudyard ,,kipling ,oh1 ,east is ,east1 and ,west is ,west1 and never the twain shall meet1 ,till ,earth and ,sky stand presently at ,god's great ,judgment ,seat2 ,but there is neither ,east nor ,west1 ,border1 nor ,breed1 nor ,birth1 ,when two strong men stand face to face1 though they come from the ends of the earth4 ,kamal is out with twenty men to raise the ,border-side1 ,and he has lifted the ,colonel's mare that is the ,colonel's pride4 ,he has lifted her out of the stable door between the dawn and the day1 ,and turned the calkins upon her feet1 and ridden her far away4 ,then up and spoke the ,colonel's son that led a troop of the ,guides3 8,is there never a man of all my men can say where ,kamal hides80 ,then up and spoke ,mahommed ,khan1 the son of the ,ressaldar3 8,if ye know the track of the morning mist1 ye know where his pickets are4 ,at dusk he harries the ,abazai--at dawn he is into ,bonair2 ,but he must go by ,fort ,bukloh to his own place to fare4 ,so if ye gallop to ,fort ,bukloh as fast as a bird can fly1 ,by the favor of ,god1 ye may cut him off ere he win the tongue of ,jagai4 ,but if he be passed the tongue of ,jagai1 right swiftly turn ye then-- ,for the length and breadth of that grisly plain is sown with ,kamal's men4 ,there is rock to the left1 and rock to the right1 and low lean thorn between1 ,and ye may hear a breech-bolt snick where never a man is seen40 ,the ,colonel's son has taken a horse1 and a raw rough dun was he1 ,with the mouth of a bell1 and the heart of hell1 and the head of a gallows-tree4 ,the ,colonel's son to the ,fort has won2 they bid him stay to eat-- ,who rides at the tail of a ,border thief1 he sits not long at his meat4 ,he's up and away from ,fort ,bukloh as fast as he can fly1 ,till he was aware of his father's mare1 with ,kamal upon her back1 ,and when he could spy the white of her eye1 he made the pistol crack4 ,he has fired once1 he has fired twice1 but the whistling ball went wide4 8,ye shoot like a soldier10 ,kamal said4 8,show now if ye can ride40 ,it's up and over the tongue of ,jagai1 as blown dust-devils go-- ,the dun he fled like a stag of ten1 but the mare like a barren doe4 ,the dun he leaned against the bit1 and slugged his head above1 ,but the red mare played with the snaffle bars like a maiden plays with her love4 ,there was rock to the left1 and rock to the right1 and low lean thorn between1 ,and thrice he heard a breech-bolt snick1 though never a man was seen4 ,they have ridden the low moon out of the sky1 their hoofs drum up the dawn-- ,the dun he went like a wounded bull1 but the mare like a new roused fawn4 ,the dun he fell at a water-course--in a woeful heap fell he1 ,and ,kamal has turned the red mare back1 and pulled the rider free4 ,he has knocked the pistol out of his hand--small room was there to strive-- 8',twas only by favor of mine10 quoth he1 8ye rode so long alive3 ,there was not a rock for twenty mile1 there was not a clump of tree1 ,but covered a man of my own men with his rifle cocked on his knee4 ,if ,i had raised my bridle-hand as ,i have carried it low1 ,the little jackals that flee so fast were feasting all in a row3 ,if ,i had bowed my head on my breast1 as ,i have held it high1 ,the kite that whistles above us now were gorged till she could not fly40 ,lightly answered the ,colonel's son3 8,do good to bird and beast1 ,but count who comes for the broken meats before thou makest a feast4 ,if there should follow a thousand swords to carry my bones away1 ,belike the price of a jackal's meal were more than a thief could pay4 ,they will feed their horse on the standing crop1 their men on the garnered grain2 ,the thatch of the byres will serve their fires when all the cattle are slain4 ,but if thou thinkest the price be high1 in steer and gear and stack1 ,give me my father's mare again1 and ,i'll fight my own way back60 ,kamal has gripped him by the hand and set him upon his feet4 8,no talk shall be of dogs10 said he1 8when wolf and gray wolf meet4 ,may ,i eat dirt if thou hast hurt of me in deed or breath2 ,what dam of lances brought thee forth to jest at the dawn with ,death80 ,lightly answered the ,colonel's son3 8,i hold by the blood of my clan3 ,take up the mare for my father's gift--by ,god she has carried a man60 ,the red mare ran to the ,colonel's son1 and nuzzled against his breast4 8,we be two strong men10 said ,kamal then1 8but she loveth the younger best4 ,so shall she go with a lifter's dower1 my turquoise-studded rein1 ,my broidered saddle and saddle-cloth1 and silver stirrups twain40 ,the ,colonel's son a pistol drew and held it muzzle-end4 8,ye have taken the one from a foe10 said he2 8will ye take the mate from a friend80 8,a gift for a gift10 said ,kamal straight2 8a limb for the risk of a limb4 ,thy father hath sent his son to me--,i'll send my son to him60 ,with that he whistled his only son1 that dropped from a mountain crest-- ,he trod the links like a buck in ,spring1 and he looked a lance in rest4 8,now here is thy master10 ,kamal said1 8who leads a troop of the ,guides1 ,and thou must ride at his left side1 as shield on shoulder rides4 ,till death or ,i cut loose the tie at camp1 and board and bed1 ,thy life is his--thy fate to guard him with thy head4 ,so thou must eat the ,white ,queen's meat1 and all her foes are thine1 ,and thou must harry thy father's hold for the peace at the ,borderline2 ,and thou must make a trooper tough and hack thy way to power-- ,belike they will raise thee to ,rassaldar when ,i am hanged in ,peshawur40 ,they have looked each other between the eyes1 and there they found no fault2 ,they have taken the ,oath of the ,brother-in-,blood on fire and fresh-cut sod4 ,on the hilt and the haft of the ,khyber knife1 and the wond'rous ,names of ,god4 ,the ,colonel's son he rides the mare1 and ,kamal's boy the dun1 ,and two have come back to ,fort ,bukloh where there went forth but one4 ,and when they drew to the quarter-guard1 full twenty swords flew clear-- ,there was not a man but carried his feud with the blood of the mountaineer4 8,ha' done6 ha' done60 said the ,colonel's son4 8,put up the steel at your sides6 ,last night ye had struck at a ,border thief--to-night 'tis a man of the ,guides40 ,oh1 ,east is ,east1 and ,west is ,west1 and never the twain shall meet1 ,till ,earth and ,sky stand presently at ,god's great ,judgment ,seat2 ,but there is neither ,east nor ,west1 ,border1 nor ,breed1 nor ,birth1 ,when two strong men stand face to face1 though they come from the ends of the ,earth4 ,,the ,,bravest ,,battle ,,by ,,joaquin ,,miller ,the bravest battle that ever was fought2 ,shall ,i tell you where and when8 ,on the maps of the world you will find it not2 ,it was fought by the mothers of men4 ,nay1 not with cannon or battle shot1 ,with sword or nobler pen2 ,nay1 not with eloquent word or thought1 ,from mouths of wonderful men1 ,but deep in a walled-up woman's heart-- ,of woman that would not yield1 ,but patiently1 silently bore her part-- ,lo6 there in that battlefield4 ,no marshaling troop1 no bivouac song2 ,no banner to gleam and wave2 ,and oh6 these battles they last so long-- ,from babyhood to the grave6 ,yet1 faithful still as a bridge of stars1 ,she fights in her walled-up town-- ,fights on and on in the endless wars1 ,then silent1 unseen--goes down4 ,o ye with banners and battle shot ,and soldiers to shout and praise1 ,i tell you the kingliest victories fought ,are fought in these silent ways4 ,o spotless woman in a world of shame6 ,with splendid and silent scorn1 ,go back to ,god as white as you came1 ,the kingliest warrior born4 --,copyright by ,harr ,wagner ,co41 ,san ,francisco1 and used by kind permission4 ,,abraham ,,lincoln ,,walks ,,at ,,midnight ,,in ,,springfield1 ,,ill4 ,,by ,,nicholas ,,vachel ,,lindsay ,it is portentous1 and a thing of state ,that here at midnight1 in our little town ,a mourning figure walks1 and will not rest1 ,near the old courthouse pacing up and down4 ,or by his homestead1 or in shadowed yards ,he lingers where his children used to play1 ,or through the market1 on the well-worn stones ,he stalks until the dawn-stars burn away4 ,a bronzed1 lank man6 ,his suit of ancient black1 ,a famous high-top hat and plain worn shawl ,make him the quaint great figure that men love1 ,the prairie lawyer1 master of us all4 ,he can not sleep upon his hillside now1 ,he is among us--as in times before6 ,and we who toss and lie awake for long ,breathe deep1 and start1 to see him pass the door4 ,his head is bowed4 ,he thinks on men and kings1 ,yea1 when the sick world cries1 how can he sleep8 ,too many peasants fight1 they know not why1 ,too many homesteads in black terror weep4 ,the sins of all the war-lords burn his heart1 ,he sees the dreadnoughts scouring every main4 ,he carries on his shawl-wrapped shoulders now ,the bitterness1 the folly and the pain4 ,he can not rest until a spirit-dawn ,shall come--the shining hope of ,europe free2 ,the league of sober folk1 the ,workers' ,earth1 ,bringing long peace to ,cornland1 ,alp and ,sea4 ,it breaks his heart that kings must murder still1 ,that all his hours of travail here for men ,seem yet in vain4 ,and who will bring white peace ,that he may sleep upon his hill again8 ,,coronation ,,by ,,helen ,,hunt ,,jackson ,at the king's gate the subtle noon ,wove filmy yellow nets of sun2 ,into the drowsy snare too soon ,the guards fell one by one4 ,through the king's gate unquestioned then1 ,a beggar went1 and laughed1 8,this brings ,me chance1 at last1 to see if men ,fare better1 being kings40 ,the king sat bowed beneath his crown1 ,propping his face with listless hand2 ,watching the hour glass sifting down ,too slow its shining sand4 8,poor man1 what wouldst thou have of me80 ,the beggar turned1 and pitying1 ,replied1 like one in dream1 8,of thee1 ,nothing4 ,i want the king40 ,up rose the king1 and from his head ,shook off the crown1 and threw it by4 8,o man1 thou must have known10 he said1 8,a greater king than ,i40 ,through all the gates1 unquestioned then1 ,went king and beggar hand in hand4 ,whispered the king1 8,shall ,i know when ,before his throne ,i stand80 ,the beggar laughed4 ,free winds in haste ,were wiping from the king's hot brow ,the crimson lines the crown had traced4 8,this is his presence now40 ,at the king's gate1 the crafty noon ,unwove its yellow nets of sun2 ,out of their sleep in terror soon ,the guards waked one by one4 8,ho here6 ,ho there6 ,has no man seen ,the king80 ,the cry ran to and fro2 ,beggar and king1 they laughed1 ,i ween1 ,the laugh that free men know4 ,on the king's gate the moss grew gray2 ,the king came not4 ,they called him dead2 ,and made his eldest son one day ,slave in his father's stead4 --,copyright by ,little1 ,brown ,co41 ,boston1 ,mass41 and used by kind permission4 ,a ,,prayer ,,in ,,khaki ,,by ,,robert ,,garland ,o ,lord1 my ,god1 accept my prayer of thanks ,that ,thou hast placed me humbly in the ranks ,where ,i can do my part1 all unafraid-- ,a simple soldier in ,thy great crusade4 ,i pray thee1 ,lord1 let others take command2 ,enough for me1 a rifle in my hand2 ,thy blood-red banner ever leading me ,where ,i can fight for liberty and ,thee4 ,give others1 ,god1 the glory2 mine the right ,to stand beside my comrades in the fight1 ,to die1 if need be1 in some foreign land-- ,absolved and solaced by a soldier's hand4 ,o ,lord1 my ,god1 pray harken to my prayer ,and keep me ever humble1 keep me where ,the fight is thickest1 where1 'midst steel and flame ,thy sons give battle1 calling on ,thy name4 --,from the ,outlook4 ,,the ,,yankee ,,man ,,of ,,war ,,anonymous ',tis of a gallant ,yankee ship that flew the stripes and stars1 ,and the whistling wind from the west-nor'-west blew through the pitch-pine spars2 ,with her starboard tacks aboard1 my boys1 she hung upon the gale2 ,on an autumn night we raised the light on the old ,head of ,kinsale4 ,it was a clear and cloudless night1 and the wind blew1 steady and strong1 ,as gayly over the sparkling deep our good ship bowled along2 ,with the foaming seas beneath her bow the fiery waves she spread1 ,and bending low her bosom of snow1 she buried her lee cat-head4 ,there was no talk of short'ning sail by him who walked the poop1 ,and under the press of her pond'ring jib1 the boom bent like a hoop6 ,and the groaning water-ways told the strain that held her stout main-tack1 ,but he only laughed as he glanced aloft at a white and silvery track4 ,the mid-tide meets in the ,channel waves that flow from shore to shore1 ,and the mist hung heavy upon the land from ,featherstone to ,dunmore1 ,and that sterling light in ,tusker ,rock where the old bell tolls each hour1 ,and the beacon light that shone so bright was quench'd on ,waterford ,tower4 ,what looms upon our starboard bow8 ,what hangs upon the breeze8 ',tis time our good ship hauled her wind abreast the old ,saltees1 ,for by her ponderous press of sail and by her consorts four ,we saw our morning visitor was a ,british man-of-war4 ,up spake our noble ,captain then1 as a shot ahead of us past-- 8,haul snug your flowing courses6 lay your topsail to the mast60 ,those ,englishmen gave three loud hurrahs from the deck of their covered ark ,and we answered back by a solid broadside from the decks of our patriot bark4 8,out booms6 out booms60 our skipper cried1 8out booms and give her sheet10 ,and the swiftest keel that was ever launched shot ahead of the ,british fleet1 ,and amidst a thundering shower of shot1 with stun'sails hoisting away1 ,down the ,north ,channel ,paul ,jones did steer just at the break of day4 ,,warren',s ,,address ,,by ,,john ,,pierpont ,stand6 ,the ground's your own1 my braves6 ,will ye give it up to slaves8 ,will ye look for greener graves8 ,hope ye mercy still8 ,what's the mercy despots feel8 ,hear it in that battle peal6 ,read it on yon bristling steel6 ,ask it--ye who will4 ,fear ye foes who kill for hire8 ,will ye to your homes retire8 ,look behind you6--they're afire6 ,and1 before you1 see ,who have done it6 ,from the vale ,on they come6--and will ye quail8 ,leaden rain and iron hail ,let their welcome be6 ,in the ,god of battles trust6 ,die we may--and die we must2 ,but1 oh1 where can dust to dust ,be consign'd so well ,as where heaven its dews shall shed ,on the martyr'd patriot's bed1 ,and the rocks shall raise their head ,of his deeds to tell8 ,,the ,,flag ,,goes ,,by ,,by ,,henry ,,holcomb ,,bennett ,hats off6 ,along the street there comes ,a blare of bugles1 a ruffle of drums1 ,a flash of color beneath the sky3 ,hats off6 ,the flag is passing by6 ,blue and crimson and white it shines1 ,over the steel-tipped ordered lines4 ,hats off6 ,the colors before us fly2 ,but more than the flag is passing by3 ,sea fights and land fights1 grim and great1 ,fought to make and to save the state2 ,weary marches and sinking ships2 ,cheers of victory on dying lips2 ,days of plenty and years of peace2 ,march of a strong land's swift increase2 ,equal justice1 right and law1 ,stately honor and reverend awe2 ,sign of a nation1 great and strong1 ,to ward her people from foreign wrong2 ,pride and glory and honor--all ,live in the colors to stand or fall4 ,hats off6 ,along the street there comes ,a blare of bugles1 a ruffle of drums2 ,and loyal hearts are beating high3 ,hats off6 ,the flag is passing by6 8,,he ,,lifteth ,,them ,,all ,,to ,,his ,,lap0 ,,by ,,robert ,,mcintyre ,dago and ,sheeny and ,chink1 ,greaser and ,nigger and ,jap4 ,the ,devil invented these terms1 ,i think1 ,to hurl at each hopeful chap ,who comes so far o'er the foam ,to this land of his heart's desire1 ,to rear his brood1 to build his home1 ,and to kindle his hearthstone fire4 ,while the eyes with joy are blurred1 ,lo6 we make the strong man shrink ,and stab the soul with the hateful word-- ,dago and ,sheeny and ,chink4 ,dago and ,sheeny and ,chink1 ,these are the vipers that swarm ,up from the edge of ,perdition's brink ,to hurt1 and dishearten1 and harm4 ,o shame6 when their ,roman forbears walked ,where the first of the ,csars trod4 ,o shame2 where their ,hebrew fathers talked ,with ,moses and he with ,god4 ,these swarthy sons of ,life's sweet drink ,to the thirsty world1 which now gives them ,dago and ,sheeny and ,chink4 ,dago and ,sheeny and ,chink1 ,greaser and ,nigger and ,jap4 ,from none of them doth ,jehovah shrink2 ,he lifteth them all to ,his lap2 ,and the ,christ1 in ,his kingly grace1 ,when their sad1 low sob he hears ,puts ,his tender embrace around our race ,as ,he kisses away its tears1 ,saying1 8,o least of these1 ,i link ,thee to ,me for whatever mayhap30 ,dago and ,sheeny and ,chink1 ,greaser and ,nigger and ,jap4 ,,under ,,the ,,tan ,,by ,,lewis ,,worthington ,,smith ,italians1 ,magyars1 aliens all-- ,human under the tan-- ,eyes that can smile when their fellows call1 ,a spike-driver each1 but a man4 ,rumble and roar6 ,on the tracks they lay1 ,we ride in our parlor car4 ,spades on their shoulders1 they give us way1 ,lords of the near and the far4 ,polack and ,slav and dark-browed ,greek-- ,human under the tan-- ,up go their hands1 and their faces speak1 ,saluting us1 man and man4 ,cushioned seats and our souls at ease1 ,dainty in food and fare1 ,we are the masters their toil must please1 ,or face gaunt-cheeked despair4 ,russian and ,irishman1 ,croat and ,swede-- ,human under the tan-- ,giving us homage while making us speed1 ,as only the generous can4 ,riding and riding1 hats in our hands1 ,something warm in the eye4 ,fellows1 in spite of your skins and lands1 ,we greet you1 rushing by4 --,in the ,new ,york ,evening ,post4 ,,my ,,lost ,,youth ,,by ,,henry ,,wadsworth ,,longfellow ,often ,i think of the beautiful town ,that is seated by the sea2 ,often in thought go up and down ,the pleasant streets of that dear old town1 ,and my youth comes back to me4 ,and a verse of a ,lapland song ,is haunting my memory still3 8,a boy's will is the wind's will1 ,and the thoughts of youth are long1 long thoughts40 ,i can see the shadowy lines of its trees1 ,and catch1 in sudden gleams1 ,the sheen of the far-surrounding seas1 ,and islands that were the ,hesperides ,of all my boyish dreams4 ,and the burden of that old song1 ,it murmurs and whispers still3 8,a boy's will is the wind's will1 ,and the thoughts of youth are long1 long thoughts40 ,i remember the black wharves and the slips1 ,and the sea-tides tossing free2 ,and ,spanish sailors with bearded lips1 ,and the beauty and mystery of the ships1 ,and the magic of the sea4 ,and the voice of that wayward song ,is singing and saying still3 8,a boy's will is the wind's will1 ,and the thoughts of youth are long1 long thoughts40 ,i remember the bulwarks by the shore1 ,and the fort upon the hill2 ,the sunrise gun1 with its hollow roar1 ,the drum-beat repeated o'er and o'er1 ,and the bugle wild and shrill4 ,and the music of that old song ,throbs in my memory still3 8,a boy's will is the wind's will1 ,and the thoughts of youth are long1 long thoughts40 ,i remember the sea-fight far away1 ,how it thundered o'er the tide6 ,and the dead captains1 as they lay ,in their graves1 o'erlooking the tranquil bay1 ,where they in battle died4 ,and the sound of that mournful song ,goes through me with a thrill3 8,a boy's will is the wind's will1 ,and the thoughts of youth are long1 long thoughts40 ,i can see the breezy dome of groves1 ,the shadows of ,deering's ,woods2 ,and the friendships old and the early loves ,come back with a sabbath sound1 as of doves ,in quiet neighborhoods4 ,and the verse of that sweet old song1 ,it flutters and murmurs still3 8,a boy's will is the wind's will1 ,and the thoughts of youth are long1 long thoughts40 ,i remember the gleams and glooms that dart ,across the school-boy's brain2 ,the song and the silence in the heart1 ,that in part are prophecies1 and in part ,are longings wild and vain4 ,and the voice of that fitful song ,sings on1 and is never still3 8,a boy's will is the wind's will1 ,and the thoughts of youth are long1 long thoughts40 ,there are things of which ,i may not speak2 ,there are dreams that cannot die2 ,there are thoughts that make the strong heart weak1 ,and bring a pallor into the cheek1 ,and a mist before the eye4 ,and the words of that fatal song ,come over me like a chill3 8,a boy's will is the wind's will1 ,and the thoughts of youth are long1 long thoughts40 ,strange to me now are the forms ,i meet ,when ,i visit the dear old town2 ,but the native air is pure and sweet1 ,and the trees that o'ershadow each well-known street1 ,as they balance up and down1 ,are singing the beautiful song1 ,are sighing and whispering still3 8,a boy's will is the wind's will1 ,and the thoughts of youth are long1 long thoughts40 ,and ,deering's ,woods are fresh and fair1 ,and with joy that is almost pain ,my heart goes back to wander there1 ,and among the dreams of the days that were ,i find my lost youth again4 ,and the strange and beautiful song1 ,the groves are repeating it still3 8,a boy's will is the wind's will1 ,and the thoughts of youth are long1 long thoughts40 ,,sublime ,,selections ,,in ,,poetry ,,song ,,of ,,the ,,mystic ,,by ,,abram ,j4 ,,ryan ,i walk down the ,valley of ,silence-- ,down the dim1 voiceless valley--alone6 ,and ,i hear not the fall of a footstep ,around me1 save ,god's and my own2 ,and the hush of my heart is as holy ,as hovers where angels have flown6 ,long ago was ,i weary of voices ,whose music my heart could not win2 ,long ago was ,i weary of noises ,that fretted my soul with their din2 ,long ago was ,i weary of places ,where ,i met but the human--and sin4 ,i walked in the world with the worldly2 ,i craved what the world never gave2 ,and ,i said3 8,in the world each ,ideal1 ,that shines like a star on life's wave1 ,is wrecked on the shores of the ,real1 ,and sleeps like a dream in a grave40 ,and still did ,i pine for the ,perfect1 ,and still found the ,false with the ,true2 ,i sought 'mid the ,human for ,heaven1 ,but caught a mere glimpse of its ,blue3 ,and ,i wept when the clouds of the ,mortal ,veiled even that glimpse from my view4 ,and ,i toiled on1 heart-tired of the ,human1 ,and ,i moaned 'mid the mazes of men1 ,till ,i knelt1 long ago1 at an altar ,and ,i heard a voice call me4 ,since then ,i walk down the ,valley of ,silence ,that lies far beyond mortal ken4 ,do you ask what ,i found in the ,valley8 ',tis my ,trysting-,place with the ,divine4 ,and ,i fell at the feet of the ,holy1 ,and above me a voice said3 8,be mine40 ,and there rose from the depths of my spirit ,an echo--8,my heart shall be thine40 ,do you ask how ,i live in the ,valley8 ,i weep--and ,i dream--and ,i pray4 ,but my tears are as sweet as the dew-drops ,that fall on the roses in ,may2 ,and my prayer1 like a perfume from ,censers1 ,ascendeth to ,god night and day4 ,in the hush of the ,valley of ,silence ,i dream all the songs that ,i sing2 ,and the music floats down the dim ,valley1 ,till each finds a word for a wing1 ,that to hearts1 like the ,dove of the ,deluge1 ,a message of ,peace they may bring4 ,but far on the deep there are billows ,that never shall break on the beach2 ,and ,i have heard songs in the ,silence ,that never shall float into speech2 ,and ,i have had dreams in the ,valley ,too lofty for language to reach4 ,and ,i have seen ,thoughts in the ,valley-- ,ah me6 how my spirit was stirred6 ,and they wear holy veils on their faces1 ,their footsteps can scarcely be heard2 ,they pass through the ,valley like ,virgins1 ,too pure for the touch of a word6 ,do you ask me the place of the ,valley1 ,ye hearts that are harrowed by ,care8 ,it lieth afar between mountains1 ,and ,god and ,his angels are there3 ,and one is the dark mount of ,sorrow1 ,and one the bright mountain of ,prayer4 ,,the ,,sea ,,by ,,barry ,,cornwall ,the sea6 the sea6 the open sea6 ,the blue1 the fresh1 the ever free6 ,without a mark1 without a bound1 ,it runneth the earth's wide regions round2 ,it plays with the clouds1 it mocks the skies1 ,or like a cradled creature lies4 ,i'm on the sea1 ,i'm on the sea1 ,i am where ,i would ever be1 ,with the blue above and the blue below1 ,and silence wheresoe'er ,i go4 ,if a storm should come and awake the deep1 ,what matter8 ,i shall ride and sleep4 ,i love1 oh6 how ,i love to ride ,on the fierce1 foaming1 bursting tide1 ,where every mad wave drowns the moon1 ,and whistles aloft its tempest tune1 ,and tells how goeth the world below1 ,and why the southwest wind doth blow6 ,i never was on the dull1 tame shore ,but ,i loved the great sea more and more1 ,and backward flew to her billowy breast1 ,like a bird that seeketh her mother's nest1-- ,and a mother she was and is to me1 ,for ,i was born on the open sea4 ,the waves were white1 and red the morn1 ,in the noisy hour when ,i was born2 ,the whale it whistled1 the porpoise rolled1 ,and the dolphins bared their backs of gold2 ,and never was heard such an outcry wild1 ,as welcomed to life the ocean child4 ,i have lived since then1 in calm and strife1 ,full fifty summers a rover's life1 ,with wealth to spend1 and a power to range1 ,but never have sought or sighed for change1 ,and death1 whenever he comes to me1 ,shall come on the wide1 unbounded sea6 ,,the ,,great ,,advance ,,by ,,thomas ,,walsh ,in my heart is the sound of drums ,and the sweep of the bugles calling2 ,the day of the ,great ,adventure comes1 ,and the tramp of feet is falling1 falling1 ,ominous falling1 everywhere1 ,by street and lane1 by field and square-- ,to answer the ,voice appealing6 ,one by one they have put down ,the tool1 the pen1 and the racquet2 ,one by one they have donned the brown ,and the blue1 the knapsack and jacket2 ,with a smile for the friend of a happier day1 ,with a kiss for the love that would bid them stay-- ,they are off by the train and packet4 ,what fate1 what star1 what sun1 what field1 ,what sea shall know their daring8 ,shall the battle reek or the dead calm yield ,their wreaths that are preparing8 ,shall they merely stand and wait the call8 ,shall they hear it1 rush and slay and fall8-- ,what matter8--their swords are baring6 ,we stand in the crowds that see them go-- ,we who are old and weak1 unready2 ,we see the red blood destined to flow ,flushing their cheeks1 as with footstep steady ,with a tramp and a tramp1 they file along1 ,our brave1 our true1 our young1 our strong-- ,and the fever burns us fierce and heady4 ,with ,god1 then forth1 by sea and land1 ,to your ,adventure beyond story1 ,no ,argonaut1 no ,crusader band ,ere passed with such exceeding glory6 ,though ye seek fields both strange and far1 ,ye are at home where heroes are6 ,such is the prayer we send your star-- ,we who are weak and old and hoary4 ,,when ,,the ,,grass ,,shall ,,cover ,,me ,,by ,,ina ,,coolbrith ,when the grass shall cover me1 ,head to foot where ,i am lying1-- ,when not any wind that blows1 ,summer-blooms nor winter-snows1 ,shall awake me to your sighing3 ,close above me as you pass1 ,you will say1 8,how kind she was10 ,you will say1 8,how true she was10 ,when the grass grows over me4 ,when the grass shall cover me1 ,holden close to earth's warm bosom1-- ,while ,i laugh1 or weep1 or sing1 ,nevermore for anything1 ,you will find in blade and blossom1 ,sweet small voices1 odorous1 ,tender pleaders in my cause1 ,that shall speak me as ,i was-- ,when the grass grows over me4 ,when the grass shall cover me6 ,ah1 beloved1 in my sorrow ,very patient1 ,i can wait1 ,knowing that1 or soon or late1 ,there will dawn a clearer morrow3 ,when your heart will moan3 8,alas6 ,now ,i know how true she was2 ,now ,i know how dear she was0-- ,when the grass grows over me6 --,copyright by ,houghton1 ,mifflin ,co41 ,boston1 ,mass41 and used by kind permission of author and publisher4 ,,righteous ,,wrath ,,by ,,henry ,,van ,,dyke ,there are many kinds of hate1 as many kinds of fire2 ,and some are fierce and fatal with murderous desire2 ,and some are mean and craven1 revengeful1 selfish1 slow1 ,they hurt the man that holds them more than they hurt his foe4 ,and yet there is a hatred that purifies the heart4 ,the anger of the better against the baser part1 ,against the false and wicked1 against the tyrant's sword1 ,against the enemies of love1 and all that hate the ,lord4 ,o cleansing indignation1 ,o flame of righteous wrath1 ,give me a soul to see thee and follow in thy path6 ,save me from selfish virtue1 arm me for fearless fight1 ,and give me strength to carry on1 a soldier of the ,right6 --,outlook4 ,,apostrophe ,,to ,,the ,,ocean ,,by ,,lord ,,byron ,there is a pleasure in the pathless woods1 ,there is rapture on the lonely shore1 ,there is society1 where none intrudes1 ,by the deep sea1 and music in its roar3 ,i love not man the less1 but ,nature more1 ,from these our interviews1 in which ,i steal ,from all ,i may be1 or have been before1 ,to mingle with the universe1 and feel ,what ,i can ne'er express1 yet cannot all conceal4 ,roll on1 thou deep and dark blue ocean1 roll6 ,ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain2 ,man marks the earth with ruin1--his control ,stops with the shore3 upon the watery plain1 ,the wrecks are all thy deed1 nor doth remain ,a shadow of man's ravage1 save his own1 ,when for a moment1 like a drop of rain1 ,he sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan1 ,without a grave1 unknell'd1 uncoffin'd1 and unknown4 ,,to ,,the ,,sierras ,,by ,j4 ,j4 ,,owen ,ye snow-capped mountains1 basking in the sun1 ,like fleecy clouds that deck the summer skies1 ,on you ,i gaze1 when day's dull task is done1 ,till night shuts out your glories from my eyes4 ,for stormy turmoil1 and ambition's strife1 ,i find in you a solace and a balm1-- ,derive a higher purpose1 truer life1 ,from your pale splendor1 passionless and calm4 ,mellowed by distance1 all your rugged cliffs1 ,and deep ravines1 in graceful outlines lie2 ,each giant form in silent grandeur lifts ,its hoary summit to the evening sky4 ,i reck not of the wealth untold1 concealed ,beneath your glorious coronal of snows1 ,whose budding treasure yet but scarce revealed1 ,shall blossom into trade--a golden rose4 ,a mighty realm is waking at your feet ,to life and beauty1 from the lap of ,time1 ,with cities vast1 where millions yet shall meet1 ,and ,peace shall reign in majesty sublime4 ,rock-ribbed ,sierras1 with your crests of snow1 ,a type of manhood1 ever strong and true1 ,whose heart with golden wealth should ever glow1 ,whose thoughts in purity should symbol you4 ,,sunset ,,by ,,ina ,,coolbrith ,along yon purple rim of hills1 ,how bright the sunset glory lies6 ,its radiance spans the western skies1 ,and all the slumbrous valley fills3 ,broad shafts of lurid crimson1 blent ,with lustrous pearl in massed white2 ,and one great spear of amber light ,that flames o'er half the firmament6 ,vague1 murmurous sounds the breezes bear2 ,a thousand subtle breaths of balm1 ,from some far isle of tropic calm1 ,are borne upon the tranced air4 ,and1 muffling all its giant-roar1 ,the restless waste of waters1 rolled ,to one broad sea of liquid gold1 ,goes singing up the shining shore6 ,,something ,,to ,,love ,,by ,,william ,,bansman ,there are beautiful thoughts in the day-dreams of life1 ,when youth and ambition join hands for the strife2 ,there are joys for the gay1 which come crowding apace1 ,and hang out the rainbow of hope for the race2 ,there are prizes to gain1 which ascend as we climb1 ,but the struggle to win them makes effort sublime4 ,each cloud that arises has fingers of gold1 ,inviting the timid and nerving the bold2 ,each sorrow is tempered with something of sweet1 ,and the crag1 while it frowns1 shows a niche for the feet4 ,there are charms in the verdure which nature has spread1 ,and the sky shows a glory of stars overhead1 ,and the zephyrs of summer have voices to woo1 ,as well as to bear the perfumes from the dew2 ,there are gushes of transport in dreams of the night1 ,when memory garners its thoughts of delight1 ,and the soul seeks its kindred1 and noiselessly speaks1 ,in the smiles and the blushes of health-blooming cheeks4 ,there are rapturous melodies filling the heart1 ,with emotions which nothing beside could impart2 ,and yet1 though this cumulous picture may show ,the brightest of joys which ambition would know-- ,though the heaven it opens is one of surprise1 ,all gorgeous with hope1 and prismatic with dyes1 ,satiety follows these transports of bliss1 ,and the heart asks a lodgment more real than this2 ,like the dove1 it will wander1 and still1 like the dove1 ,come back1 till it rests upon something to love4 ,,out ,,in ,,the ,,fields ,,with ,,god ,,by ,,elizabeth ,,barrett ,,browning ,the little cares that fretted me1 ,i lost them yesterday ,among the fields above the sea1 ,among the winds at play1 ,among the lowing of the herds1 ,the rustling of the trees1 ,among the singing of the birds1 ,the humming of the bees4 ,the foolish fears of what may happen1 ,i cast them all away ,among the clover-scented grass1 ,among the new-mown hay1 ,among the husking of the corn ,where drowsy poppies nod1 ,where ill thoughts die and good are born1 ,out in the fields with ,god4 ,,brotherhood ,,by ,,edwin ,,markham ,the crest and crowning of all good1 ,life's final star1 is ,brotherhood2 ,for it will bring again to ,earth ,her long-lost ,poesy and ,mirth2 ,will send new light on every face1 ,a kingly power upon the race4 ,and till it come1 we men are slaves1 ,and travel downward to the dust of graves4 ,come1 clear the way1 then1 clear the way3 ,blind creeds and kings have had their day4 ,break the dead branches from the path3 ,our hope is in the aftermath-- ,our hope is in heroic men1 ,star-led to build the world again4 ,to this ,event the ages ran3 ,make way for ,brotherhood--make way for ,man4 --,copyright by ,doubleday1 ,page ,co41 ,new ,york1 and used by kind permission of author and publisher4 ,,morning ,,by ,,edward ,,rowland ,,sill ,i entered once1 at break of day1 ,a chapel1 lichen-stained and gray1 ,where a congregation dozed and heard ,an old monk read from a written ,word4 ,no light through the window-panes could pass1 ,for shutters were closed on the rich stained glass1 ,and in a gloom like the nether night1 ,the monk read on by a taper's light1 ,ghostly with shadows that shrunk and grew ,as the dim light flared on aisle and pew2 ,and the congregation that dozed around ,listened without a stir or sound-- ,save one1 who rose with wistful face1 ,and shifted a shutter from its place4 ,then light flashed in like a flashing gem-- ,for dawn had come unknown to them-- ,and a slender beam1 like a lance of gold1 ,shot to the crimson curtain-fold1 ,over the bended head of him ,who pored and pored by the taper dim2 ,and ,i wondered that1 under the morning ray1 ,when night and shadow were scattered away1 ,the monk should bow his locks of white ,by a taper's feebly flickering light-- ,should pore and pore1 and never seem ,to notice the golden morning beam4 ,,the ,,petrified ,,fern ,,anonymous ,in a valley1 centuries ago1 ,grew a little fern leaf1 green and slender1 ,veining delicate and fibers tender2 ,waving when the wind crept down so low4 ,rushes tall1 and moss1 and grass grew 'round it1 ,playful sunbeams darted in and found it1 ,drops of dew stole in by night1 and crown'd it2 ,but no foot of man e'er trod that way2 ,earth was young and keeping holiday4 ,monster fishes swam the silent main1 ,stately forests waved their giant branches1 ,mountains hurled their snowy avalanches1 ,mammoth creatures stalked across the plain2 ,nature reveled in grand mysteries3 ,but the little fern was not of these1 ,did not number with the hills and trees2 ,only grew and waved its wild sweet way1 ,none ever came to note it day by day4 ,earth one time put on a frolic mood1 ,heaved the rocks and changed the mighty motion ,of the deep1 strong currents of the ocean1 ,moved the plain and shook the haughty wood1 ,crushed the little fern in soft moist clay1-- ,covered it1 and hid it safe away4 ,oh1 the long1 long centuries since that day6 ,oh1 the agony6 ,oh1 life's bitter cost1 ,since that useless little fern was lost6 ,useless8 ,lost8 ,there came a thoughtful man1 ,searching ,nature's secrets1 far and deep2 ,from a fissure in a rocky steep ,he withdrew a stone1 o'er which there ran ,fairy pencilings1 a quaint design1 ,veinings1 leafage1 fibers clear and fine6 ,so1 ,i think ,god hides some souls away1 ,sweetly to surprise us1 the last day4 ,,sleep ,,by ,,elizabeth ,,barrett ,,browning ,of all the thoughts of ,god that are ,borne inward unto souls afar1 ,among the ,psalmist's music deep1 ,now tell me if that any is ,for gift or grace surpassing this1-- 8,he giveth his beloved sleep08 ,what would we give to our beloved8 ,the hero's heart1 to be unmoved1-- ,the poet's star-tuned harp1 to sweep1-- ,the patriot's voice1 to teach and rouse1-- ,the monarch's crown1 to light the brows8 8,he giveth his beloved sleep40 ,what do we give to our beloved8 ,a little faith1 all undisproved1-- ,a little dust to over weep1-- ,and bitter memories1 to make ,the whole earth blasted for our sake1 8,he giveth his beloved sleep40 8,sleep soft1 beloved60 we sometimes say1 ,but have no tune to charm away ,sad dreams that through the eyelids creep2 ,but never doleful dream again ,shall break the happy slumber when 8,he giveth his beloved sleep40 ,o earth so full of dreary noises6 ,o men with wailing in your voices6 ,o delved gold the wailers heap6 ,o strife1 ,o curse1 that o'er it fall6 ,god strikes a silence through you all1 ,and 8giveth his beloved sleep40 ,his dews drop mutely on the hill1 ,his cloud above it saileth still1 ,though on its slope men sow and reap2 ,more softly than the dew is shed1 ,or cloud is floated over head1 8,he giveth his beloved sleep40 ,for me1 my heart1 that erst did go ,most like a tired child at a show1 ,that sees through tears the mummers leap1 ,would now its wearied vision close1 ,would child-like on ,his love repose ,who 8giveth his beloved sleep40 ,,labor ,,by ,,frank ,,soule ,despise not labor6 ,god did not despise ,the handicraft which wrought this gorgeous globe1 ,that crowned its glories with yon jeweled skies1 ,and clad the earth in nature's queenly robe4 ,he dug the first canal--the river's bed1 ,built the first fountain in the gushing spring1 ,wove the first carpet for man's haughty tread1 ,the warp and woof of his first covering4 ,he made the pictures painters imitate1 ,the statuary's first grand model made1 ,taught human intellect to re-create1 ,and human ingenuity its trade4 ,ere great ,daguerre had harnessed up the sun1 ,apprenticeship at his new art to serve1 ,a greater artist greater things had done1 ,the wondrous pictures of the optic nerve4 ,there is no deed of honest labor born ,that is not ,godlike2 in the toiling limbs ,howe'er the lazy scoff1 the brainless scorn1 ,god labored first2 toil likens us to ,him4 ,ashamed of work6 mechanic1 with thy tools1 ,the tree thy ax cut from its native sod1 ,and turns to useful things--go tell to fools1 ,was fashioned in the factory of ,god4 ,go build your ships1 go build your lofty dome1 ,your granite temple1 that through time endures1 ,your humble cot1 or that proud pile of ,rome1 ,his arm has toiled there in advance of yours4 ,he made the flowers your learned florists scan1 ,and crystallized the atoms of each gem1 ,ennobled labor in great nature's plan1 ,and made it virtue's brightest diadem4 ,whatever thing is worthy to be had1 ,is worthy of the toil by which 'tis won1 ,just as the grain by which the field is clad ,pays back the warming labor of the sun4 ',tis not profession that ennobles men1 ',tis not the calling that can e'er degrade1 ,the trowel is as worthy as the pen1 ,the pen more mighty than the hero's blade4 ,the merchant1 with his ledger and his wares1 ,the lawyer with his cases and his books1 ,the toiling farmer1 with his wheat and tares1 ,the poet by the shaded streams and nooks1 ,the man1 whate'er his work1 wherever done1 ,if intellect and honor guide his hand1 ,is peer to him who greatest state has won1 ,and rich as any ,rothschild of the land4 ,all mere distinctions based upon pretense1 ,are merely laughing themes for manly hearts4 ,the miner's cradle claims from men of sense ,more honor than the youngling ,bonaparte's4 ,let fops and fools the sons of toil deride1 ,on false pretensions brainless dunces live2 ,let carpet heroes strut with parlor pride1 ,supreme in all that indolence can give1 ,but be not like them1 and pray envy not ,these fancy tom-tit burlesques of mankind1 ,the witless snobs in idleness who rot1 ,hermaphrodite 'twixt vanity and mind4 ,o son of toil1 be proud1 look up1 arise1 ,and disregard opinion's hollow test1 ,a false society's decrees despise1 ,he is most worthy who has labored best4 ,the scepter is less royal than the hoe1 ,the sword1 beneath whose rule whole nations writhe1 ,and curse the wearer1 while they fear the blow1 ,is far less noble than the plow and scythe4 ,there's more true honor on one tan-browned hand1 ,rough with the honest work of busy men1 ,than all the soft-skinned punies of the land1 ,the nice1 white-kiddery of upper ten4 ,blow bright the forge--the sturdy anvil ring1 ,it sings the anthem of king ,labor's courts1 ,and sweeter sounds the clattering hammers bring1 ,than half a thousand thumped piano-fortes4 ,fair are the ribbons from the rabbet-plane1 ,as those which grace my lady's hat or cape1 ,nor does the joiner's honor blush or wane ,beside the lawyer1 with his brief and tape4 ,pride thee1 mechanic1 on thine honest trade1 ',tis nobler than the snob's much vaunted pelf4 ,man's soulless pride his test of worth has made1 ,but thine is based on that of ,god himself4 ,,lincoln1 ,,the ,,man ,,of ,,the ,,people ,,by ,,edwin ,,markham ,when the ,norn-,mother saw the ,whirlwind ,hour1 ,greatening and darkening as it hurried on1 ,she bent the strenuous ,heavens and came down ,to make a man to meet the mortal need4 ,she took the tried clay of the common road-- ,clay warm yet with the genial heat of ,earth1 ,dashed through it all a strain of prophecy2 ,then mixed a laughter with the serious stuff4 ,it was a stuff to wear for centuries1 ,a man that matched the mountains1 and compelled ,the stars to look our way and honor us4 ,the color of the ground was in him1 the red earth2 ,the tang and odor of the primal things-- ,the rectitude and patience of the rocks2 ,the gladness of the wind that shakes the corn2 ,the courage of the bird that dares the sea2 ,the justice of the rain that loves all leaves2 ,the pity of the snow that hides all scars2 ,the loving-kindness of the wayside well2 ,the tolerance and equity of light ,that gives as freely to the shrinking weed ,as to the great oak flaring to the wind-- ,to the grave's low hill as to the ,matterhorn ,that shoulders out the sky4 ,and so he came4 ,from prairie cabin up to ,capitol1 ,one fair ,ideal led our chieftain on4 ,forevermore he burned to do his deed ,with the fine stroke and gesture of a king4 ,he built the rail-pile as he built the ,state1 ,pouring his splendid strength through every blow1 ,the conscience of him testing every stroke1 ,to make his deed the measure of a man4 ,so came the ,captain with the mighty heart3 ,and when the step of ,earthquake shook the house1 ,wrenching the rafters from their ancient hold1 ,he held the ridgepole up1 and spiked again ,the rafters of the ,home4 ,he held his place-- ,held the long purpose like a growing tree-- ,held on through blame and faltered not at praise4 ,and when he fell in whirlwind1 he went down ,as when a kingly cedar green with boughs ,goes down with a great shout upon the hills1 ,and leaves a lonesome place against the sky4 --,copyright by ,doubleday1 ,page ,co41 ,new ,york1 and used by kind permission of author and publisher4 ,,honest ,,poverty ,,by ,,robert ,,burns ,is there for honest poverty ,that hings his head1 an' a' that8 ,the coward slave1 we pass him by-- ,we dare be poor for a' that1 ,the rank is but the guinea's stamp1 ,the man's the gowd for a' that4 ,what though on hamely fare we dine1 ,wear hoodin' gray1 an' a' that8 ,gie fools their silks1 and knaves their wine-- ,a man's a man for a' that4 ,for a' that1 an' a' that1 ,their tinsel show1 an' a' that1 ,the honest man1 tho' e'er sae poor1 ,is king o' men for a' that4 ,ye see yon birkie ca'd a lord1 ,wha' struts1 an' stares1 an' a' that8 ,tho' hundreds worship at his word1 ,he's but a cuif for a' that4 ,for a' that1 an' a' that1 ,his riband1 star an' a' that1 ,the man of independent mind1 ,he looks an' laughs at a' that4 ,a prince can mak a belted knight1 ,a marquis1 duke1 an' a' that6 ,but an honest man's aboon his might-- ,guid faith1 he mauna fa' that6 ,for a' that1 an' a' that1 ,their dignities1 an' a' that1 ,the pith o' sense an' pride o' worth ,are higher rank than a' that4 ,then let us pray that come it may 7,as come it will for a' that7 ,that sense and worth o'er a' the earth ,shall bear the gree an' a' that6 ,for a' that1 an' a' that1 ,it's comin' yet for a' that1 ,that man to man the world o'er ,shall brithers be for a' that4 ,,an ,,incident ,,of ,,the ,,french ,,camp ,,by ,,robert ,,browning ,you know1 we ,french stormed ,ratisbon3 ,a mile or so away1 ,on a little mound1 ,napoleon ,stood on our storming-day2 ,with neck outthrust1 you fancy how1 ,legs wide1 arms locked behind1 ,as if to balance the prone brow1 ,oppressive with its mind4 ,just as perhaps he mused1 8,my plans ,that soar1 to earth may fall1 ,let once my army-leader ,lannes ,waver at yonder wall10-- ,out 'twixt the battery-smokes there flew ,a rider1 bound on bound ,full-galloping2 nor bridle drew ,until he reached the mound4 ,then off there flung in smiling joy1 ,and held himself erect ,by just his horse's mane1 a boy3 ,you hardly could suspect-- 7,so tight he kept his lips compressed1 ,scarce any blood came through7 ,you looked twice ere you saw his breast ,was all but shot in two4 8,well10 cried he1 8,emperor1 by ,god's grace ,we've got you ,ratisbon6 ,the marshal's in the market-place1 ,and you'll be there anon ,to see your flag-bird flap his vans ,where ,i1 to heart's desire1 ,perched him60 ,the chief's eye flashed2 his plans ,soared up again like fire4 ,the chief's eye flashed2 but presently ,softened itself1 as sheathes ,a film the mother-eagle's eye ,when her bruised eaglet breathes2 8,you're wounded60 8,nay10 his soldier's pride ,touched to the quick1 he said3 8,i'm killed1 sire60 ,and his chief beside1 ,smiling the boy fell dead4 ,,the ,,fool',s ,,prayer ,,by ,,edward ,,roland ,,sill ,the royal feast was done4 ,the ,king ,sought some new sport to banish care1 ,and to his jester cried3 8,sir ,fool1 ,kneel now1 and make for us a prayer60 ,he bowed his head1 and bent his knee ,upon the monarch's silken stool2 ,his pleading voice arose3 8,o ,lord1 ,be merciful to me1 a fool6 8,no pity1 ,lord1 could change the heart ,from red with wrong to white as wool2 ,the rod must heal the sin2 but1 ,lord1 ,be merciful to me1 a fool6 8',tis not by guilt the onward sweep ,of truth and right1 ,o ,lord1 we stay2 ',tis by our follies that so long ,we hold the earth from heaven away4 8,these clumsy feet1 still in the mire1 ,go crushing blossoms without end2 ,these hard1 well-meaning hands are thrust ,among the heart-strings of a friend4 8,the ill-timed truth we might have kept-- ,who knows how sharp it pierced and stung8 ,the word we had not sense to say-- ,who knows how grandly it had rung8 8,our faults no tenderness should ask1 ,the chastening stripes must cleanse them all2 ,but for our blunders--oh1 in shame ,before the eyes of heaven we fall4 8,earth bears no balsam for mistakes2 ,men crown the knave and scourge the tool ,that did his will2 but ,thou1 ,o ,lord1 ,be merciful to me1 a fool60 ,the room was hushed2 in silence rose ,the ,king1 and sought his gardens cool1 ,and walked apart1 and murmured low1 8,be merciful to me1 a fool60 ,,ike ,,walton',s ,,prayer ,,by ,,james ,,whitcomb ,,riley ,i crave1 dear ,lord1 ,no boundless hoard ,of gold and gear1 ,nor jewels fine1 ,no lands1 nor kine1 ,nor treasure-heaps of anything4-- ,let but a little hut be mine ,where at the hearthstone ,i may hear ,the cricket sing1 ,and have the shine ,of one glad woman's eyes to make1 ,for my poor sake1 ,our simple home a place divine2-- ,just the wee cot--the cricket's chirr-- ,love1 and the smiling face of her4 ,i pray not for ,great riches1 nor ,for vast estates1 and castle-halls1-- ,give me to hear the bare foot-falls ,of children o'er ,an oaken floor1 ,new-rinsed with sunshine1 or bespread ,with but the tiny coverlet ,and pillow for the baby's head2 ,and pray ,thou1 may ,the door stand open and the day ,send ever in a gentle breeze1 ,with fragrance from the locust-trees1 ,and drowsy moan of doves1 and blur ,of robin-chirps1 and drone of bees1 ,with after hushes of the stir ,of intermingling sounds1 and then ,the good-wife and the smile of her ,filling the silences again-- ,the cricket's call1 ,and the wee cot1 ,dear ,lord of all1 ,deny me not6 ,i pray not that ,men tremble at ,my power of place1 ,and lordly sway1-- ,i only pray for simple grace ,to look my neighbor in the face ,full honestly from day to day-- ,yield me his horny palm to hold1 ,and ,i'll not pray ,for gold2-- ,the tanned face1 garlanded with mirth1 ,it hath the kingliest smile on earth-- ,the swart brow1 diamonded with sweat1 ,hath never need of coronet4 ,and so ,i reach1 ,dear ,lord1 to ,thee1 ,and do beseech ,thou givest me ,the wee cot1 and the cricket's chirr1 ,love1 and the glad sweet face of her4 ,,the ,,last ,,tattoo 7,,dedicated ,,to ,,the ,,remaining ,,members ,,of ,,the ,g4 ,a4 ,r47 ,,by ,,john ,,milton ,,scott ,blow soft and low1 ,o fife1 to-day1 ,for thinner grow our ranks of blue2 ,the years our priceless heroes slay ,until the fewer grow more few ,and dear familiar voices still ,as patriot graves with patriots fill4 ,beat soft and low1 ,o drum1 to-day ,as tho' you were a trembling sigh2 ,dear1 paling lips their last prayer say ,while more and more dear comrades die1 ,their feet across the dark door's sill ,as patriot graves with patriots fill4 ,float gently1 flag1 and droop to-day ,as droop the grasses o'er the brook2 ,they few and fewer grow each ,may2 ,for those we love we vainly look1 ,so many sunny smiles grow chill ,as patriot graves with patriots fill4 ,o hush1 exultant sounds1 to-day6 ,for they are gone1 these ranks on ranks ,who loved to hear the shrill fife play ,and with their comrades render thanks1-- ,o ,time1 how many brave you kill ,and patriot graves with patriots fill6 ,o1 silken every sound to-day ,and soften every bugle brave6 ,we can not bid our vision stay ,from seeing our last comrade's grave1-- ,o dear1 last-billowed comrade hill6 ,lone1 last of graves our patriots fill6 ,o angel choir1 wing low that day ,and silken sing a ,bethlehem strain ,and all your pipes of welcome play6 ,altho' their brothers they have slain1 ,in brother love their hands grow white1 ,for what they did they thought was right4 ,not into graves1 but into skies1 ,where love and life eternal are6 ,god's reveille has bid them rise ,beyond earth's sun and morning star ,where all men just love-brothers be ,as ,one once said in ,galilee4 ,,lyric ,,selections ,,in ,,poetry ,l',,envoi ,,by ,,rudyard ,,kipling ,when ,earth's last picture is painted1 and the tubes are twisted and dry1 ,when the oldest colors have faded1 and the youngest critic has died1 ,we shall rest1 and1 faith1 we shall need it--lie down for an on or two1 ,till the ,master of ,all ,good ,workmen shall put us to work anew6 ,and those that were good shall be happy3 they shall sit in a golden chair2 ,they shall splash at a ten-league canvas with brushes of comet's hair2 ,they shall find real saints to draw from--,magdalene1 ,peter1 and ,paul2 ,they shall work for an age at a sitting and never be tired at all6 ,and only the ,master shall praise us1 and only the ,master shall blame2 ,and no one shall work for money1 and no one shall work for fame1 ,but each for the joy of working1 and each1 in his separate star1 ,shall draw the thing as he sees it for the ,god of ,things as ,they ,are6 ,,our ,,flag ,,by ,,john ,,milton ,,scott 7,written expressly for this work7 ',tis homes make a country and children make homes ,where the heart is held true and the truth never roams1 ,where joy is abounding and life overflows1 ,and love is the rapture which every one knows1 ,where the pride of all hearts is the boy at his play1 ,his eyes like the sun overshining the day1 ,his cheeks like the roses his grandmother grew1 ,shot through with a dimple the size of a dew ,which gives to his smile irresistible grace ,as his sister looks down in his uplifted face2 ,in such bright-shining faces our true eyes may see ,the love which shall honor our ,flag of the ,free4 ,whatever they say1 however they brag1 ',tis these put the red in our flag1 ,not our patriot deaths1 ,not our gold nor our lands1 ,not our fifes nor our drums1 ,not our captains' commands2 ,but the homes and the children1 ,our country's true worth1 ,the grace and the greatness1 ,the glory of earth1-- ,the children1 the children1 ,light-hearted and free ,who play in the sunshine ,and pray at our knee1-- ,o 'tis homes and the children ,where joys never lag1-- ',tis these keep the red in our flag1 ,our flag of the red1 white and blue ,to which home-hearts and child-hearts are true4 ',tis the mothers of men who give us our lives1 ,who give us our children1 who give us our wives1-- ,o 'tis woman's great heart which hallows and trues ,and makes the straight line to which our ax hews2 ',tis our wives and our daughters who keep our feet straight ,in the paths where ,god's honor and man's honor mate2 ,where woman is honored as mother and wife ,the war drum throbs never nor screams the shrill fife2 ,there freedom and justice with honor and truth ,keep our nation alive in the vigor of youth1-- ,there smile the bright heavens which never wax old1 ,and there a free flag will forever unfold4 ,whatever they say1 however they brag1 ',tis these put the white in our flag4 ,not our patriot deaths1 ,not our gold nor our lands1 ,not our fifes nor our drums1 ,not our captains' commands2 ,but the women1 the women1 ,our country's true worth1 ,the grace and the greatness1 ,the glory of earth1-- ,the women1 the women ,with hands free to do ,will build a great state ,as tender1 as true1-- ,o the free hearts of women1 ,unchoked by hate's slag1 ',tis these keep the white in our flag1 ,our flag of the red1 white and blue ,to which our love-honor is true4 ',tis city and country where good neighbors live ,and their love and their labors so joyously give1 ,that bodies be clothed and hungers be fed1 ,that with love in our heart and truth in our head1 ,great thoughts and great dreams together we share ,as we meet at the market or kneel at our prayer2 ,when our feet at one fireside make mellow our speech ,as together we plan our ideals to reach1 ,what visions together we wisely may find ,to make our earth friendlier1 truer1 more kind1 ,that our flag tell the beauty of man to the world ,wherever in freedom and justice unfurled4 ,whatever they say1 however they brag1 ',tis these put the blue in our flag1-- ,not our patriot deaths1 ,not our gold nor our lands1 ,not our fifes nor our drums1 ,not our captains' commands2 ,but our neighbors1 good neighbors1 ,our country's true worth1 ,the grace and the greatness1 ,the glory of earth1-- ,our neighbors1 good neighbors1 ,without hurt or hate1 ,whose love and whose labors ,have builded our state1-- ,o1 'tis neighbors1 good neighbors ,whose hearts never sag1-- ',tis these keep the blue in our flag1 ,our flag of the red1 white and blue ,which good neighbors ever renew4 8,where the vision is not the people will die10 ,said the word of truth sounding ,god's voice from the sky2 ,as trees draw their vigor from the sun-quickened air1 ,that they grow globing fruits which make the year fair1 ,so the dreams and the visions of young men and maids ,show heavens of glory through which our flag wades ,where dreams come awake and visions fulfill ,in a world that's so human no hatreds can kill1-- ,there the noble ideal forever leads on2 ,there are stars for our nights and suns for our dawn1 ,the dreamers and lovers by ,god justified ,in a love-world ,christ visioned and for which ,he died4 ,whatever they say1 however they brag1 ',tis these put the stars in our flag2 ,not our patriot deaths1 ,not our gold nor our lands1 ,not our fifes nor our drums1 ,not our captains' commands2 ,but our visions and dreams1 ,our country's true worth1 ,the grace and the greatness1 ,the glory of earth1-- ,the dreamers1 the dreamers1 ,love-visioned by ,god1 ,bring the stars to our earth1 ,to the stars lift our sod2 ',tis the visions and dreams1 ,scaling mountain and crag1-- ',tis these keep the stars in our flag1 ,our flag of the red1 white and blue ,which from dream hearts unfolded and flew4 ,without a free earth there's no sky for our flag1 ,and vainly of rights and of freedom we brag2 ,there ,tyranny still is exploiting its slaves1 ,and we buy rights to live1 and1 then1 buy our graves2 ,such flag of the free our poverty mocks ,as the ways of progression the privileged ,greed blocks2 ,but free land and free men make our flag's holy sky1 ,and our winds never weary with ,poverty's cry4 ,here man to his fellow is never for sale1 ,and free men to free men give good neighbor hail1 ,in whose cheery words we ever shall hear ,the flap of our flag and our patriots' cheer4 ,whatever they say1 however they brag1 ',tis these make a sky for our flag4 ,not our patriot deaths1 ,not our gold nor our lands1 ,not our fifes nor our drums1 ,not our captains' commands2 ,but free land and free men1 ,our country's true worth1 ,the grace and the greatness1 ,the glory of earth1-- ,the freemen1 the freemen ,with brothering palms ,who love one another ,and praise ,god in psalms1-- ,o 'tis free land and free men1 ,and no poverty's rag1-- ',tis these make a sky for our flag1 ,our flag of the red1 white and blue ,to which freemen forever are true4 ,,thanks ,,for ,,america ,,and ,,its ,,flag6 ,,by ,,john ,,milton ,,scott ,dear ,god1 whose ,heart is ,freedom's home1 ,whose joy is that ,thine earth be free1 ,we thank ,thee for our native land ,and for its growing liberty2 ,we praise ,thee for its holy ,flag ,by precious blood so consecrate1 ,a banner born of patriot love ,and weaving in its folds no hate4 ,its glory shines anear1 afar ,on murk and midnight tyranny1 ,a streak of ,freedom's blessed dawn ,which tyrant-hating eyes do see1 ,and1 taking heart1 they braver toil ,their country's liberties to gain1 ,till some bright day no land is found ,but sings great ,freedom's glad refrain4 ,our banner's red speaks patriots' blood1 ,its white a noble faithfulness1 ,its blue of truth1 and all its stars ,are hopes for grander days to bless2 ,for it1 for all who made it great1 ,the living ones or sacred dead1 ,we thank ,thee through our smiles and tears ,who love its white and blue and red4 ,we'll take it as their sacred trust1 ,and1 as they1 keep it true and tried1 ,to pass it stainless when we die1 ,that all its love and truth abide4 ,o may it deeper meanings gain ,through all the changing1 growing years1 ,fulfilling every liberty1 ,the rainbow of each captive's tears4 ,and may it brother other flags1 ,behold in each some human worth1 ,till peace divine whites each and all1 ,a fellowship that fills our earth2 ,o then no enemy is found ,upon the wide world's mother-breast1 ,in every heart ,christ-gentleness1 ,and every flag with ,christ-love blest4 ,,there ,,was ,a ,,man ,,by ,,david ,,starr ,,jordan ,there was a man who saw ,god face to face2 ,his countenance and vestments evermore ,glowed with a light that never shone before1 ,saving from him who saw ,god face to face4 ,and men1 anear him for a little space1 ,were sorely vexed at the unwonted light4 ,those whom the light did blind rose angrily2 ,they bore his body to a mountain height ,and nailed it to a tree2 then went their way1 ,and he resisted not nor said them nay1 ,because that he had seen ,god face to face4 ,there was a man who saw ,life face to face2 ,and ever as he walked from day to day1 ,the deathless mystery of being lay ,plain as the path he trod in loneliness2 ,and each deep-hid inscription could he trace2 ,how men have fought and loved and fought again2 ,how in lone darkness souls cried out for pain2 ,how each green foot of sod from sea to sea ,was red with blood of men slain wantonly2 ,how tears of pity warm as summer rain ,again and ever washed the stains away1 ,leaving to ,love1 at last1 the victory4 ,above the strife and hate and fever pain1 ,the squalid talk and walk of sordid men1 ,he saw the vision changeless as the stars ,that shone through temple gates or prison bars1 ,or to the body nailed upon the tree1 ,through each mean action of the life that is1 ,the marvel of the ,life that yet shall be4 ,,to ,a ,,mocking-,,bird ,,in ,,california ,,by ,,john ,,milton ,,scott 7,written expressly for this ,reader7 8,gertie6 ,gertie6 ,gertie60 8,peter6 ,peter6 ,peter60 ,in the morn when wings are fleeter1 ,in the noon when skies are bright ,you call these names in wild delight4 ,who is this 8,gertie10 who this 8,peter0 ,who go rapturing through your meter8 ,did you hear beneath your tree ,these names called in ecstasy1 ,when your heart caught fire1 and flames ,in love--calling these dear names8 ,did ,gertie's heart go twitter1 tweeter ,when she heard the call of ,peter8 ,did ,peter's heart beat wild and hurty ,when he heard the call of ,gertie8 ,and who this 8,gertie10 who this 8,peter0 ,teaching you such silk-toned meter8 ,mocking-birds have thuswise sang ,since ,time's song of joy upsprang1 ,and to each your lyric brought ,something that his spirit sought2 ,some perfect which the heart still dreams1 ,though ,sorrow's sands fill all the streams1 ,no waters in their olden place1 ,nor in your eyes the olden face2 ,nor in your ears that olden voice2 ,yet something makes us still rejoice ,and rapture dreams with mating birds ,as if our hearts filled with their words4 8,gertie6 ,gertie6 ,gertie60 8,peter6 ,peter6 ,peter60 ,who set the mock-bird's throat to meter8 ,maybe ,eve called ,adam so ,in dark days when shadowed woe2 ,thus called ,adam in the dark ,when ,eve's heart in fear called 8,hark60 ,or might it be in ,abram's time ,love taught you this sweetheart rhyme1-- ,some trembling tones in ,haran's tongue ,ere the world-famed march begun8 ,or when ,ruth gleaned th' alien corn1 ,maybe1 then1 your song was born1 ',neath the whisp'ring palms one hour ,where you refuged from a shower8 ,or some youth in ,david's band ,taught your throat in ,israel's land1-- ,maybe ,david's self1 before ,his song-heart the king-cares wore1 ,when his boy-heart whistled true ,as wildly free as now are you8 ,his psalm of joy you often heard ,which now you sing without his word8 ,with his maiden1 were you there ,when his first kiss was like a prayer8 ,you heard his son1 the song-wise king1 ,in heart-beat1 song-beat rapturing ,so fine1 his songs are scriptures now ,in which true lover hearts may bow1 ,learning how to rapture speech1 ,that heart to heart through words may reach8 ,maybe ,greek1 when ,helen's charm ,made old ,homer's heroes arm8 ,or some dark-eyed odalisque ,when ,egyptian lips were kist8 ,or did some ,roman maiden sigh ,when ,csar's soldier said ,good-by8 ,spake some shepherd on that night ,just before the ,christmas light ,burst upon the flocks so still1 ,and the winds with angels fill1-- ,spake some shepherd in a tryst ,just before he saw ,babe-,christ8 ,maybe she1 the ,magdalene1 ,ere the ways of shame were seen1 ,heard and said 'neath purpling vine ,these sweet1 holy words of thine8 ,did she find1 ,christ-cleansed and pure1 ,him whose words were thy throat's lure1 ,and did they both together then ,tell the ,christ's love for all men8 ,or some ,christian's true heart-call ,ere the martyr's cup of gall ,pressed the lips by love caressed ,which unto death the ,christ confessed8 ,or later1 with the centuries gone1 ,your song1 in a ,castilian dawn1 ,raptures to a red1 red rose1 ,and ,columbus stronger grows ,for his journey far away ,within his heart your brave1 bright lay8 ,wept black eyes in sun-bright ,spain ,when dared his crew the unknown main8 ,those sorrow-tones you're calling now1 ,your rippling wave-sounds from his prow2 ,we almost hear the whistling sails ,in your wild song which never fails ,of courage which can travel far ,to bring a joy back from a star1 ,or bring the moon's remotest beam ,to build in joy a ,jacob's dream ,o'er which the song-glad angels go ,to bring the smiles of heaven below1 ,that hearts which pillow on hard stone ,may have a song for every moan4 ,did they hear you in that breeze ,blowing o'er uncharted seas1 ,remembering1 then1 the night-eyed maid ,in whose smile all fears were laid8 ,perhaps your lure was on the wave1 ,the first call that the ,new ,world gave1 ,as ,fate urged him on and on1 ,into that splendid glory drawn ,wherein a ,new ,world was his gift ,in which our starry flag can lift1 ,proclaiming all men equal1 free1 ,a world of brothers1--yet to be8 ,o 'twere fine1 if we but knew ',twas your song hailed that brave crew1-- ,columbus' ears enraptured by ,your song-flights in this new sky1 ,by your welcome to this shore ,which welcomes exiles ever more1-- ,all song-tongues your singings span1 ,you a true ,american ,with welcome for all alien feet ,who with ,freedom here would meet4 ,did doe-eyes in joyous ,france ,to such words in rapture dance1 ,giving that charmd land its grace ,where each face1 a lover's face1 ,sets the heart to music's notes ,as they thrill from bird-sweet throats8 ,did ,lafayette from your free wings ,catch the song which ,freedom sings2 ,as he hearkened to your cheer1 ,growing dearer and more dear1 ,till upon our country's soil ,he nobly wrought in battle-toil1 ,that our flag might float as free ,as your song-flights in his tree8 ,but my questions lose their way1-- ,you sing what tender lovers say1-- ,not of wars and wars' alarms1 ,yours the songs of woman's charms1 ,your tones silk-fitting rosy lips ,from which the kissing lyric slips4 ,when he limped along the trail ,that his wild men might not fail ,of the sacrament which saves ,and lights the shadowed way of graves ,did the halt monk1 thinking how ,his ,saint ,francis on the bough ,gathered all the gracious birds1 ,preached to them the gospel's words1 ,still his earnest heart to hear ,your lover-calls sing out their cheer1 ,and for one heart-beat clean forgot ,the ,christ-fervor of his thought1 ,hearing words that thrilled his soul ,ere he wore the hallowed stole1 ,among red roses there in ,spain ,where he'll never walk again8 ,but these tongues you cannot speak1 ,hebrew1 ,latin1 ,spanish1 ,greek2 ',tis in ,anglo-,saxon tongue ,your name-calls are sweetly sung4 ,if from ,saxon land you hail1 ,not the ,mayflower was your sail2 ,but some daring ,cavalier ,loved your song and brought you here1-- ,fervid1 knightly1 militant1 ,still his heart your raptures chant2 ,and from his sorrows maybe came ,your minors1 wavering like flame ,which marked the ashes that remain ,when wild men have burned and slain2 ,in your tones the ,southern tongue1 ,chivalry forever young1 ,love the only noble theme ,when we're waking1 when we dream8 ,but your secret still allures1 ,whence came those sweetheart names of yours8 ,you1 the ,american of birds1 ,you are singing ,english words2 ,so where ,shakespeare's tongue we speak ,there your secret we must seek4 ,but your name8 that tells it all2 ,changes to your tongue befall1 ,and you can speak each language new ,or sing the last light wind that blew2 ,you hearken1 and new gossipings ,are music-scattered by your wings2 ,you overhear and feel no shames2 ,and call out loud the lovers' names4 ,in some dear later days you heard ,this you sing in true love's word4 ,i think that in our war's some year ,your throat was taught these words so dear2 ,when ,grant's and ,lee's were names of dread1 ,where billowed fields with sweetheart dead4 ,your 8,peter6 ,peter10 there you learned ,as 8,gertie6 ,gertie0 to him yearned4 ,it was a time when sorrow rent ,full many a heart of sweet content4 ',twas beneath sweet ,southern pines2 ,they walked softly on the spines1 ,while you1 silent1 on your nest ,heard these names1 and all the rest ,which passioned from their lips that time ,you caught their name-calls in your rhyme2 ,e'en that night 'neath star-bright skies ,your joy-song sang their sweet ,good-bys4 ,you're an emigrant1 as we2 ,other states our birth-states be1 ,and we bring out memories here1 ,bright with smile1 or darked with tear2 ,so in ,california's sun ,sings your song1 back there begun4 ,but do you know1 ,o song-heart brave1 ,that ,peter's in an unknown grave1 ,where the ,rappahannock flows2 ,no more fearing war's dread blows8 ,and not a mound to mark the place ,where went out his sweetheart face2 ,and not a bough where some song-mate ,might his hero deeds relate1 ,and recall in bird-sweet lay ,how called he ,gertie's name that day8 ,and ,gertie grieved where the lagoons ,sluggish gulfward with their tunes1 ,and with breaking heart grew old ,waiting for her soldier bold1-- ,dying lonely1 lonely past1 ,calling 8,peter0 to the last4 ,where she's resting no one notes1 ,save your song-mates with sweet throats4 ,do you know8 ,is that the note ,which sometimes saddens from your throat1 ,and makes my heart slow down a throb1 ,and my words hush in a sob8 ,that's the ,gertie1 that's the ,peter ,who go rapturing through your meter6 ,since within your song they live ,where skies such sunny brightness give1 ,maybe in the ,sky of skies ,love calls1 hearing love's replies2 ,through some angel-mocking bird ,all the earth-old sweetness heard1-- ,gertie6 ,peter6 still as dear ,as when called their love-names here8 ,so our thoughts1 as your fleet wings ,above the dark earth lightly springs1 ,think that skies of brightness say1 8,love is love for aye and aye60 ,and this ,gertie and this ,peter ,gentles love through angel-meter1 ,which the grace of ,god outrhymes1 ,calling1 calling endless times6 ,when 8,gertie10 8,peter0 you so lift ,as if the very stars you'd sift1 ,down to their souls to voice their bliss1 ,o mocking-birds1 do you know this8 ,a ,,jolly ,,good ,,friendship ,,is ,,better ,,than ,,all 7,a ,,ballade7 ,,by ,,henry ,,meade ,,bland ,you may travel in ,china1 ,luzon1 or ,japan2 ,or lodge on the plains of the ,ultimate ,west2 ,you may lounge at your ease on a rich divan2 ,and drink of red wine at a king's behest1 ,then lie by the hour in slumberous rest1 ,and be of deep joy a subservient thrall1 ,yet awake with a feel that is clearly confessed1 ,that a jolly good friendship is better than all6 ,you may sail from your home-port a half-a-world span1 ,and touch the ,sweet ,isle with joy in your breast2 ,you may sing as you sail1 and shout as you scan ,the white airy foam-flakes that ride the fair crest ,of orient wave3 but1 truly the test ,of laughters and pleasures that come at a call ,is fellowship rising in full easy zest-- ,a jolly good friendship is better than all6 ,you may listen to ,melba or ,sembrich and plan ,with a five-dollar note to corner the best ,of ,caruso's high-piping2 and be in the van ,of those who would fain with great ,patti be blest3 ,but you'll learn when you come to the end of your quest1 ,and find that the sweetest in cabin or hall1 ,no matter what note or what harmony stressed1 ,the lilt of good friendship is better than all6 ,,envoi ,aye1 rarer than any rare vintage e'er pressed ,for banqueter merry or bold bacchanal2 ,aye1 better than nectar e'er dream of or guessed-- ,a jolly good fellowship is better than all4 ,,the ,,trailman 7,lines written in #aiji in honor of ,john ,muir7 ,,by ,,henry ,,meade ,,bland ,a spirit that pulses forever like the fiery heart of a boy2 ,a forehead that lifts to the sunlight and is wreathed forever in joy2 ,a muscle that holds like the iron that binds in the prisoner steam2 ,yea1 these are the ,trailman's glory2 ,yea1 these are the ,trailman's dream6 ,an eye that catches the splendor as it shines from mountain and sky2 ,and an ear that awakes to the song of the storm as it surges on high2 ,a sense that garners the beauty of sun1 moon1 or starry gleam2 ,lo1 these are the ,trailman's glory2 ,lo1 these are the ,trailman's dream6 ,the wild1 high climb o'er the mountain1 the lodge by the river's brim2 ,the glance at the great cloud-horses1 as they plunge o'er the range's rim2 ,the juniper's balm for the nostril1 the dash in the cool trout stream2 ,yea1 these are the ,trailman's glory2 ,yea1 these are the ,trailman's dream6 ,the ride up the wild river-canyon where the wild oats grow breast high2 ,the shout of the quail on the hillside2 the turtle dove flashing by2 ,an eve round the fragrant fire1 and the tales of heroic theme2 ,lo1 these are the ,trailman's glory2 ,lo1 these are the ,trailman's dream6 ,,the ,,hymn ,,of ,,the ,,wind ,,by ,,howard ,v4 ,,sutherland ,i am the ,wind1 whom none can ever conquer2 ,i am the ,wind1 whom none may ever bind4 ,the ,one who fashion'd ye1 ,he1 too1 has fashion'd me-- ,he gave to me dominion o'er the air4 ,go where ye will1 and ye shall ever find ,me singing1 ever free1 ,over land and over sea1 ,from the fire-belted ,tropics to the ,poles4 ,i am the ,wind4 ,i sing the glad ,spring's coming2 ,i bid the leaves burst forth and greet the sun4 ,i lure the modest bloom ,from out the soil-sweet gloom2 ,i bid the wild-bird leave the drowsy ,south4 ,my loves are violets4 ,by my pure kisses won1 ,they spring from earth1 and smile1 ,all-innocent1 the while ,i woo them in the aisles of pensive woods4 ,i am the ,wind4 ,from dew-pearl'd heights of wonder ,i fall like music on the listening wheat4 ,my hands disturb its calm ,till1 like a joyous psalm1 ,its swaying benediction greets the sky4 ,i kiss the pines that brood where seldom falls ,the solace of the light1 ,and the hush'd voice of ,night ,soothes the awed mountains in their somber dreams4 ,i am the ,wind4 ,i see enorme creations ,starring the vault above ye1 and below4 ,where bide the ,seraphim ,in silent places dim ,i pass1 and tell your coming in the end4 ,omniscient ,i1 eternal2 and ,i know ,the gleaming destiny ,that waits ye1 being free1 ,when ye have pass'd the border-line of ,death4 ,i am the ,wind--the ,lord ,god's faithful servant2 ',twixt earth and sky ,i wander1 and ,i know ,his ,sign is ever found ,the blue-veil'd earth around1 ,as on the furthest spheres that whirl in space1 ,all things are ,his2 and all things slowly go ,through manifold degrees ,of marvelous mysteries1 ,from life to highest life1 from highest life to ,him4 ,i am the ,wind4 ,i know that all is tending ,to that bright end2 and ye1 through years of toil ,shall reach at last the height ,where ,freedom is1 and ,light2 ,and ye shall find new paths that still lead up4 ,be free as ,i2 be patient and have faith2 ,and when your scroll is writ ,and ,god shall pass on it1 ,ye need not fear to face ,him--,he is ,love4 ,,drifting ,,by ,,thomas ,,buchanan ,,read ,my soul to-day ,is far away1 ,sailing the ,vesuvian ,bay2 ,my wingd boat1 ,a bird afloat1 ,swims round the purple peaks remote3-- ,round purple peaks ,it sails and seeks ,blue inlets and their crystal creeks1 ,where high rocks throw1 ,through deeps below1 ,a duplicated golden glow4 ,far1 vague and dim ,the mountains swim2 ,while on ,vesuvius' misty brim1 ,with outstretched hands1 ,the gray smoke stands ,o'erlooking the volcanic lands4 ,here ,ischia smiles ,o'er liquid miles2 ,and yonder1 bluest of the isles1 ,calm ,capri waits1 ,her sapphire gates ,beguiling to her bright estates4 ,i heed not1 if ,my rippling skiff ,float swift or slow from cliff to cliff2-- ,with dreamful eyes ,my spirit lies ,under the walls of ,paradise4 ,under the walls ,where swells and falls ,the ,bay's deep breast at intervals ,at peace ,i lie1 ,blown softly by1 ,a cloud upon this liquid sky4 ,the day1 so mild1 ,is ,heaven's own child1 ,with ,earth and ,ocean reconciled2-- ,the airs ,i feel ,around me steal ,are murmuring to the murmuring keel4 ,over the rail ,my hand ,i trail ,within the shadow of the sail1 ,a joy intense1 ,the cooling sense ,glides down my drowsy indolence4 ,with dreamful eyes ,my spirit lies ,where ,summer sings and never dies1-- ,o'erveiled with vines1 ,she glows and shines ,among her future oil and wines4 ,her children1 hid ,the cliffs amid1 ,are gamboling with the gamboling kid2 ,or down the walls1 ,with tipsy calls1 ,laugh on the rocks like waterfalls4 ,the fisher's child1 ,with tresses wild1 ,unto the smooth1 bright sand beguiled1 ,with glowing lips ,sings as she skips1 ,or gazes at the far-off ships4 ,yon deep bark goes ,where traffic blows1 ,from lands of sun to lands of snows2-- ,this happier one1 ,its course is run ,from lands of snow to lands of sun4 ,o happy ship1 ,to rise and dip1 ,with the blue crystal at your lip6 ,o happy crew1 ,my heart with you ,sails1 and sails1 and sings anew6 ,no more1 no more ,the worldly shore ,upbraids me with its loud uproar2 ,with dreamful eyes ,my spirit lies ,under the walls of ,paradise6 ,,john ,,anderson1 ,,my ,,jo ,,by ,,robert ,,burns ,john ,anderson1 my jo1 ,john1 ,when we were first acquent1 ,your locks were like the raven1 ,your bonnie brow was brent2 ,but now your brow is beld1 ,john1 ,your locks are like the snaw2 ,but blessing on your frosty pow1 ,john ,anderson1 my jo4 ,john ,anderson1 my jo1 ,john1 ,we clamb the hill together2 ,and monie a canty day1 ,john1 ,we've had wi' ane anither2 ,now we maun totter down1 ,john1 ,but hand in hand we'll go2 ,and sleep thegither at the foot1 ,john ,anderson1 my jo4 ,,recessional ,,by ,,rudyard ,,kipling ,god of our fathers1 known of old-- ,lord of our far-flung battle-line1 ,beneath whose awful hand we hold ,dominion over palm and pine-- ,lord ,god of ,hosts1 be with us yet1 ,lest we forget--lest we forget6 ,the tumult and the shouting dies-- ,the captains and the kings depart1 ,still stands ,thine ancient ,sacrifice1 ,an humble and a contrite heart-- ,lord ,god of ,hosts1 be with us yet1 ,lest we forget--lest we forget6 ,far-called1 our navies melt away-- ,on dune and headland sinks the fire2 ,lo6 all our pomp of yesterday ,is one with ,nineveh and ,tyre6 ,judge of the ,nations1 spare us yet1 ,lest we forget--lest we forget6 ,if drunk with sight of power1 we loose ,wild tongues that have not ,thee in awe-- ,such boastings as the ,gentiles use1 ,or lesser breeds1 without the law-- ,lord ,god of ,hosts1 be with us yet1 ,lest we forget--lest we forget6 ,for heathen heart that puts its trust ,in reeking tube1 and iron shard-- ,all valiant dust1 that builds on dust1 ,and guarding call not ,thee to guard-- ,for frantic boast and foolish word1 ,thy mercy on ,thy people1 ,lord6 ,,my ,,country ,,by ,,robert ,,whitaker ,my country is the world2 ,i count ,no son of man my foe1 ,whether the warm life-currents mount ,and mantle brows like snow ,or red or yellow1 brown or black1 ,the face that into mine looks back4 ,my native land is ,mother ,earth1 ,and all men are my kin1 ,whether of rude or gentle birth1 ,however steeped in sin2 ,or rich1 or poor1 or great1 or small1 ,i count them brothers1 one and all4 ,my birthplace is no spot apart1 ,i claim no town nor ,state2 ,love hath a shrine in every heart1 ,and wheresoe'er men mate ,to do the right and say the truth1 ,love evermore renews her youth4 ,my flag is the star-spangled sky1 ,woven without a seam1 ,where dawn and sunset colors lie1 ,fair as an angel's dream2 ,the flag that still1 unstained1 untorn1 ,floats over all of mortal born4 ,my party is all human-kind1 ,my platform brotherhood2 ,i count all men of honest mind ,who work for human good1 ,and for the hope that gleams afar1 ,my comrades in this holy war4 ,my heroes are the great and good ,of every age and clime1 ,too often mocked1 misunderstood1 ,and murdered in their time2 ,but spite of ignorance and hate ,known and exalted soon or late4 ,my country is the world2 ,i scorn ,no lesser love than mine1 ,but calmly wait that happy morn ,when all shall own this sign1 ,and love of country as of clan1 ,shall yield to world-wide love of man4 ,,somewhere ,,adown ,,the ,,years ,,by ,,robert ,,whitaker ,somewhere adown the years there waits a man ,who shall give wings to what my soul has said3 ,shall speak for me when ,i am mute and dead2 ,and shall perfect the work ,i but began4 ,what matter1 therefore1 if my word to-day ,falls on unwilling ears1 finds few to praise8 ,since some mere child1 in his incipient days1 ,that word may win to walk a prophet's way8 ,and he1 of greater gift1 more favored state1 ,shall speak to thousands where ,i speak to one3 ,shall do the work that ,i would fain have done2 ,helped to that fortune at my lonely gate4 ,perchance some ,saul of ,tarsus1 hating me1 ,and hating mine while yet misunderstood1 ,stung by my word shall some day find it good1 ,and bear it broadcast over land and sea4 ,or some ,saint ,augustine1 of careless mien1 ,giving himself to sensuous pleasures now1 ,shall catch the glory from his mother's brow ,that in some word of mine her soul hath seen4 ,nay1 but ,i claim no honor as my own ,that is not equally the goal for all ,who run with truth1 and care not though it fall ,that they must sometimes run with her alone4 ,god will not suffer any word to fail ,that is not uttered for the hour's success3 ,no word that has in it the power to bless ,shall lack the means to make it of avail4 ,who speaks the people's weal shall some day find ,voices to bear it to the people's will4 ,however potent be the present ill ,they who assail it are to-morrow's kind4 ,and that to-morrow shall uphold their cause ,who fell not for the plaudits of to-day3 ,those who are reckoned rebels in their day ,are always makers of to-morrow's laws4 ,our present skeptics voice to-morrow's faith2 ,to-day's disturbers bring to-morrow's peace3 ',tis they who dare to die who win release ,for all their fellows from the fear of death4 ,,serenade ,,by ,,henry ,,wadsworth ,,longfellow ,stars of the summer night6 ,far in your azure deeps1 ,hide1 hide your golden light6 ,she sleeps6 ,my lady sleeps6 ,sleeps6 ,moon of the summer night6 ,far down yon western steeps1 ,sink1 sink in silver light6 ,she sleeps6 ,my lady sleeps6 ,sleeps6 ,wind of the summer night6 ,where yonder woodbine creeps1 ,fold1 fold thy pinions light6 ,she sleeps6 ,my lady sleeps6 ,sleeps6 ,dreams of the summer night6 ,tell her1 her lover keeps ,watch1 while in slumbers light ,she sleeps6 ,my lady sleeps6 ,sleeps6 ,,the ,,brookside ,,by ,,richard ,,monckton ,,milnes ,i wandered by the brookside1 ,i wandered by the mill2 ,i could not hear the brook flow1-- ,the noisy wheel was still4 ,there was no burr of grasshopper1 ,no chirp of any bird1 ,but the beating of my own heart ,was all the sound ,i heard4 ,i sat beneath the elm-tree3 ,i watched the long1 long shade1 ,and1 as it grew longer1 ,i did not feel afraid2 ,for ,i listened for a footfall1 ,i listened for a word1-- ,but the beating of my own heart ,was all the sound ,i heard4 ,he came not1--no1 he came not1-- ,the night came on alone1-- ,the little stars sat one by one1 ,each on his golden throne2 ,the evening wind passed by my cheek1 ,the leaves above were stirred1-- ,but the beating of my own heart ,was all the sound ,i heard4 ,fast1 silent tears were flowing1 ,when something stood behind3 ,a hand was on my shoulder1-- ,i knew its touch was kind3 ,it drew me nearer--nearer-- ,we did not speak one word1 ,for the beating of our own hearts ,was all the sound we heard4 ,,the ,,spinning-,,wheel ,,song ,,by ,,john ,,francis ,,waller ,mellow the moonlight to shine is beginning2 ,close by the window young ,eileen is spinning2 ,bent o'er the fire1 her blind grandmother1 sitting1 ,is groaning1 and moaning1 and drowsily knitting1-- 8,eileen1 achora1 ,i hear some one tapping40 8',tis the ivy1 dear mother1 against the glass flapping40 8,eileen1 ,i surely hear somebody sighing40 8',tis the sound1 mother dear1 of the summer wind dying40 ,merrily1 cheerily1 noisily whirring1 ,swings the wheel1 spins the reel1 while the foot's stirring2 ,sprightly1 and lightly1 and airily ringing1 ,thrills the sweet voice of the young maiden singing4 8,what's that noise that ,i hear at the window1 ,i wonder80 8',tis the little birds chirping the holly-bush under40 8,what makes you be shoving and moving your stool in1 ,and singing all wrong that old song of #8,the ,coolin'8'0 ,there's a form at the casement1--the form of her true love1-- ,and he whispers1 with face bent1 8,i'm waiting for you1 love2 ,get up on the stool1 through the lattice step lightly1 ,we'll rove in the grove while the moon's shining brightly40 ,merrily1 cheerily1 noisily whirring1 ,swings the wheel1 spins the reel1 while the foot's stirring2 ,sprightly1 and lightly1 and airily ringing1 ,thrills the sweet voice of the young maiden singing4 ,the maid shakes her head1 on her lip lays her fingers1 ,steals up from her seat1--longs to go1 and yet lingers2 ,a frightened glance turns to her drowsy grandmother1 ,puts one foot on the stool1 and spins the wheel with the other4 ,lazily1 easily1 swings now the wheel round2 ,slowly and lowly is heard now the reel's sound2 ,noiseless and light to the lattice above her ,the maid steps1--then leaps to the arms of her lover4 ,slower--and slower--and slower the wheel swings2 ,lower--and lower--and lower the reel rings2 ,ere the reel and the wheel stop their ringing and moving1 ,through the grove the young lovers by moonlight are roving4 ,,down ,,the ,,lane ,,by ,,clinton ,,scollard ,down the lane1 as ,i went humming1 humming1 ,who should ,i see coming ,but ,may ,marjory6 8,what was that ,i heard you humming1 humming1 ,as you saw me coming8 ,prithee1 tell60 said she4 8,oh10 ,i smiled1 8,i was just humming1 humming1 ,as ,i saw you coming ,where boughs met above1-- ,and the crickets kept on thrumming1 thrumming1 ,as ,i saw you coming1-- ,something about love60 ,ah1 her blush it was becoming--coming1 ,as ,i kept on humming ,while we walked along1 ,and the crickets still were strumming1 strumming1 ,as ,i kept on humming ,that low strain of song4 ,drooped her eyes as ,i continued humming2 ,ah1 'twas so becoming ,to ,may ,marjory6 ,then she raised them1 and my heart went thrumming1 ,though ,i kept on humming2 8,you're a dear60 said she4 --,from ,judge4 ,,the ,,mountain ,,mist ,,by ,,hesper ,,le ,,gallienne ,i am the mist and the lover of mountains1 ,i1 like a scarf1 waft and wave in the breeze2 ,i am the sister of streams and of fountains1 ,born 'neath the roots of the flowers and the trees4 ,wayward and free ,listen to me-- ,i am the ,now and the ,never-to-,be6 ,slowly ,i rise in the cool of the gloaming1 ,softly ,i creep through the grass and the leaves1 ,over the river1 on past the men homing1 ,men living lives midst the fruit and the sheaves1 ,airy and light1 ,filmy and white1 ,i come when ,daytime is kissing the ,night4 ,i am the ,question1 so luring1 so cunning1 ,yet1 when you answer1 the ,answer is--none6 ,for1 when you watch me skipping and running ,yet1 when you catch me1 you find ,i am--gone6 ,catch if you can6 ,never there ran ,any so fast1 be they maiden or man4 ,,the ,,loom ,,of ,,life ,,anonymous ,all day1 all night1 ,i can hear the jar ,of the loom of life2 and near and far ,it thrills with its deep and muffled sound1 ,as the tireless wheels go always round4 ,busily1 ceaselessly goes the loom ,in the light of day and the midnight's gloom4 ,the wheels are turning early and late1 ,and the woof is wound in the warp of fate4 ,click6 ,clack6 there's a thread of love wove in6 ,click6 ,clack6 and another of wrong and sin6 ,what a checkered thing this life will be1 ,when we see it unrolled in eternity6 ,time1 with a face like a mystery1 ,and hands as busy as hands can be1 ,sits at the loom with its warp outspread1 ,to catch in its meshes each glancing thread4 ,when shall this wonderful web be done8 ,in a thousand years1 perhaps1 or one1 ,or to-morrow1 who knoweth8 ,not you nor ,i1 ,but the wheels turn on1 and the shuttles fly4 ,ah1 sad-eyed weaver1 the years are slow1 ,but each one is nearer the end1 ,i know4 ,and some day the last thread shall be wove in1 ,god grant it be love instead of sin4 ,are we spinners of woof for this life web1 say8 ,do we furnish the weavers a thread each day8 ,it were better then1 ,o my friend1 to spin ,a beautiful thread1 than a thread of sin4 ,,the ,,fortunate ,,isles ,,by ,,joaquin ,,miller ,you sail and you seek for the ,fortunate ,isles1 ,the old ,greek ,isles of the yellow bird's song8 ,then steer straight on through the watery miles1 ,straight on1 straight on and you can't go wrong4 ,nay not to the left1 nay not to the right1 ,but on1 straight on1 and the ,isles are in sight1 ,the ,fortunate ,isles where the yellow birds sing ,and life lies girt with a golden ring4 ,these ,fortunate ,isles they are not so far1 ,they lie within reach of the lowliest door2 ,you can see them gleam by the twilight star2 ,you can hear them sing by the moon's white shore-- ,nay1 never look back6 ,those leveled grave stones ,they were landing steps2 they were steps unto thrones ,of glory for souls that have sailed before1 ,and have set white feet on the fortunate shore4 ,and what are the names of the ,fortunate ,isles8 ,why1 ,duty and ,love and a large ,content4 ,lo6 these are the ,isles of the watery miles1 ,that ,god let down from the firmament4 ,lo6 ,duty1 and ,love1 and a true man's ,trust2 ,your forehead to ,god though your feet in the dust2 ,lo6 ,duty1 and ,love1 and a sweet ,babe's ,smiles1 ,and these1 ,o friend1 are the ,fortunate ,isles4 --,copyright by ,harr ,wagner ,co41 ,san ,francisco1 and used by kind permission of author and publisher4 ,,yosemite ,,by ,,joaquin ,,miller ,sound6 sound6 sound6 ,o colossal walls and crown'd ,in one eternal thunder6 ,sound6 sound6 sound6 ,o ye oceans overhead1 ,while we walk1 subdued in wonder1 ,in the ferns and grasses1 under ,and beside the swift ,merced6 ,fret6 fret6 fret6 ,streaming1 sounding banners1 set ,on the giant granite castles ,in the clouds and in the snow6 ,but the foe he comes not yet1-- ,we are loyal1 valiant vassals1 ,and we touch the trailing tassels ,of the banners far below4 ,surge6 surge6 surge6 ,from the white ,sierra's verge1 ,to the very valley blossom4 ,surge6 surge6 surge6 ,yet the song-bird builds a home1 ,and the mossy branches cross them1 ,and the tasseled tree-tops toss them1 ,in the clouds of falling foam4 ,sweep6 sweep6 sweep6 ,o ye heaven-born and deep1 ,in one dread1 unbroken chorus6 ,we may wonder or may weep1-- ,we may wait on ,god before us2 ,we may shout or lift a hand1-- ,we may bow down and deplore us1 ,but may never understand4 ,beat6 beat6 beat6 ,we advance1 but would retreat ,from this restless1 broken breast ,of the earth in a convulsion4 ,we would rest1 but dare not rest1 ,for the angel of expulsion ,from this ,paradise below ,waves us onward and 444 we go4 --,copyright by ,harr ,wagner ,co41 ,san ,francisco1 and used by kind permission of author and publisher4 ,,the ,,dead ,,millionaire ,,by ,,joaquin ,,miller ,the gold that with the sunlight lies ,in bursting heaps at dawn1 ,the silver spilling from the skies ,at night to walk upon1 ,the diamonds gleaming in the dew ,he never saw1 he never knew4 ,he got some gold1 dug from the mud1 ,some silver1 crushed from stones4 ,the gold was red with dead man's blood1 ,the silver black with groans2 ,and when he died he moaned aloud1 8,there'll be no pocket in my shroud40 --,copyright by ,harr ,wagner ,co41 ,san ,francisco1 and used by kind permission of author and publisher4 ,,peter ,,cooper 7,died #ahhc7 ,,by ,,joaquin ,,miller ,give honor and love forevermore ,to this great man gone to rest2 ,peace on the dim ,plutonian shore1 ,rest in the land of the blest4 ,i reckon him greater than any man ,that ever drew sword in war2 ,i reckon him nobler than king or khan1 ,braver and better by far4 ,and wisest he in this whole wide land ,of hoarding till bent and gray2 ,for all you can hold in your cold dead hand ,is what you have given away4 ,so whether to wander the stars or to rest ,forever hushed and dumb1 ,he gave with a zest and he gave his best-- ,give him the best to come4 --,copyright by ,harr ,wagner ,co41 ,san ,francisco1 and used by kind permission of author and publisher4 ,,the ,,voice ,,of ,,the ,,dove ,,by ,,joaquin ,,miller ,come1 listen1 ,o ,love1 to the voice of the dove1 ,come1 hearken and hear him say3 8,there are many ,to-morrows1 my ,love1 my ,love1 ,there is only one ,to-day40 ,and all day long you can hear him say ,this day in purple is rolled ,and the baby stars of the milky-way ,they are cradled in cradles of gold4 ,now what is thy secret serene1 gray dove1 ,of singing so sweetly alway8 8,there are many ,to-morrows1 my ,love1 my ,love1 ,there is only one ,to-day40 --,copyright by ,harr ,wagner ,co41 ,san ,francisco1 and used by kind permission of author and publisher4 ,,where ,,the ,,west ,,begins ,,by ,,arthur ,,chapman ,out where the handclasp's a little stronger1 ,out where a smile dwells a little longer1 ,that's where the ,west begins4 ,out where the sun's a little brighter1 ,where the snow that falls is a trifle whiter1 ,where the bonds of home are a wee bit tighter1 ,that's where the ,west begins4 ,out where the skies are a trifle bluer1 ,out where friendship's a little truer1 ,that's where the ,west begins4 ,out where a fresher breeze is blowing1 ,where there is laughter in each streamlet flowing1 ,where there's more of reaping and less of sowing1 ,that's where the ,west begins4 ,out where the world is in the making1 ,where fewer hearts with despair are aching1 ,that's where the ,west begins4 ,where there is more of singing and less of sighing1 ,where there is more of giving and less of buying1 ,and a man makes friends without half trying-- ,that's where the ,west begins4 ,,as ,i ,,came ,,down ,,from ,,lebanon ,,by ,,clinton ,,scollard ,as ,i came down from ,lebanon1 ,came winding1 wandering slowly down ,through mountain passes bleak and brown1 ,the cloudless day was well nigh done4 ,the city like an opal set ,in emerald1 showed each minaret ,afire with radiant beams of sun1 ,and glistened orange1 fig1 and lime1 ,where song-birds made melodious chime1 ,as ,i came down from ,lebanon4 ,as ,i came down from ,lebanon1 ,like lava in the dying glow1 ,through olive orchards far below ,i saw the murmuring river run2 ,and 'neath the wall upon the sand ,swart sheiks from distant ,samarcand1 ,with precious spices they had won1 ,lay long and languidly in wait ,till they might pass the guarded gate1 ,as ,i came down from ,lebanon4 ,as ,i came down from ,lebanon1 ,i saw strange men from lands afar1 ,in mosque and square and gay bazar1 ,the magi that the ,moslem shun1 ,and grave effendi from ,stamboul1 ,who sherbet sipped in corners cool2 ,and1 from the balconies o'errun ,with roses1 gleamed the eyes of those ,who dwell in still seraglios1 ,as ,i came down from ,lebanon4 ,as ,i came down from ,lebanon1 ,the flaming flower of daytime died1 ,and ,night1 arrayed as is a bride ,of some great king1 in garment spun ,of purple and the finest gold1 ,outbloomed in glories manifold1 ,until the moon1 above the dun ,and darkening desert1 void of shade1 ,shone like a keen ,damascus blade1 ,as ,i came down from ,lebanon4 ,,apple ,,blossoms ,,by ,,william ,,wesley ,,martin ,have you seen an apple orchard in the spring8 in the spring8 ,an ,english apple orchard in the spring8 ,when the spreading trees are hoary ,with their wealth of promised glory1 ,and the mavis pipes his story ,in the spring8 ,have you plucked the apple blossoms in the spring8 in the spring8 ,and caught their subtle odors in the spring8 ,pink buds bursting at the light1 ,crumpled petals baby-white1 ,just to touch them a delight6 ,in the spring6 ,have you walked beneath the blossoms in the spring8 in the spring8 ,beneath the apple blossoms in the spring8 ,when the pink cascades were falling1 ,and the silver brooklets brawling1 ,and the cuckoo-bird is calling ,in the spring8 ,have you seen a merry bridal in the spring8 in the spring8 ,in an ,english apple country in the spring8 ,when the brides and maidens wear ,apple blossoms in their hair3 ,apple blossoms everywhere1 ,in the spring6 ,if you have not1 then you know not1 in the spring1 in the spring1 ,half the color1 beauty1 wonder of the spring4 ,no sight can ,i remember1 ,half so precious1 half so tender1 ,as the apple blossoms render ,in the spring6 ,a ,,match ,,by ,a4 ,c4 ,,swinburne ,if love were what the rose is1 ,and ,i were like the leaf1 ,our lives would grow together ,in sad or singing weather1 ,blown fields or flowerful closes1 ,green pastures or gray grief2 ,if love were what the rose is1 ,and ,i were like the leaf4 ,if you were queen of ,pleasure1 ,and ,i were king of ,pain1 ,we'd hunt down ,love together1 ,pluck out his flying-feather1 ,and teach his feet a measure1 ,and find his mouth a rein2 ,if you were queen of ,pleasure2 ,and ,i were king of ,pain4 ,,the ,,brook ,,and ,,the ,,wave ,,by ,,henry ,,wadsworth ,,longfellow ,the brooklet came from the mountain1 ,as sang the bard of old1 ,running with feet of silver ,over the sands of gold6 ,far away in the briny ocean ,there rolled a turbulent wave ,now singing along the sea-beach1 ,now howling along the cave4 ,and the brooklet has found the billow ,though they flowed so far apart1 ,and has filled with its freshness and sweetness ,that turbulent bitter heart6 ,,indirection ,,by ,,richard ,,realf ,fair are the flowers and the children1 but their subtle suggestion is fairer2 ,rare is the roseburst of dawn1 but the secret that clasps it is rarer2 ,sweet the exultance of song1 but the strain that precedes it is sweeter2 ,and never was poem yet writ1 but the meaning out-mastered the meter4 ,never a daisy that grows1 but a mystery guideth the growing2 ,never a river that flows1 but a majesty scepters the flowing2 ,never a ,shakespeare that soared1 but a stronger than he did enfold him1 ,nor ever a prophet foretells1 but a mightier seer hath foretold him4 ,back of the canvas that throbs the painter is hinted and hidden2 ,into the statue that breathes the soul of the sculptor is bidden2 ,under the joy that is felt lie the infinite issues of feeling2 ,crowning the glory revealed is the glory that crowns the revealing4 ,great are the symbols of being1 but that which is symboled is greater2 ,vast the create and beheld1 but vaster the inward creator2 ,back of the sound broods the silence1 back of the gift stands the giving2 ,back of the hand that receives thrill the sensitive nerves of receiving4 ,space is as nothing to spirit1 the deed is outdone by the doing2 ,the heart of the wooer is warm1 but warmer the heart of the wooing2 ,and up from the pits where these shiver1 and up from the heights where those shine1 ,twin voices and shadows swim starward1 and the essence of life is divine4 --,copyright by ,funk ,wagnalls ,co41 ,new ,york1 and used by kind permission4 ,,life ,,and ,,love ,,by ,,richard ,,realf ,there is something to live for and something to love ,wherever we linger1 wherever we rove1 ,there are thousands of sad ones to cheer and sustain ,till hopes that were hidden beam o'er them again4 ,there is something to live for and something to love1 ,for the spirit of ,man is like garden or grove1 ,it will yield a sweet fragrance1 but still you must toil1 ,and cherish the blossoms1 and culture the soil4 ,there is something to live for and something to love1 ',tis a truth which the misanthrope ne'er can disprove1 ,for tho' thorns and thistles may choke up the flower1 ,some beauty will grace the most desolate bower4 ,then think on1 brother1 wherever thou art1 ,let the life be for men and the love for the heart1 ,for know that the pathway which leads us above ,is something to live for and something to love4 --,copyright by ,funk ,wagnalls ,co41 ,new ,york1 and used by kind permission4 ,,song ,,of ,,spring ,,by ,,richard ,,realf ,my heart goes forth to meet the ,spring ,with the step of a bounding roe1 ,for it seems like the touch of a seraph's wing ,when the pleasant south winds blow4 ,o1 ,i love the loveliness that lies ,in the smiling heart of ,may1 ,the beauty throbbing in violet eyes1 ,the breath of the fragrant hay4 ,there's a great calm joy in the song of birds1 ,and in the voice of the streams1 ,in the lowly peace of flocks and herds1 ,and our own soul's quiet dreams4 ,so my heart goes forth to meet the ,spring ,as a lover to his bride2 ,and over us both there broods the wing ,of the angel at her side4 --,copyright by ,funk ,wagnalls ,co41 ,new ,york1 and used by kind permission4 ,,song ,,of ,,the ,,seamstress ,,by ,,richard ,,realf ,it is twelve o'clock by the city's chime1 ,and my task is not yet done2 ,through two more weary hours of time ,must my heavy eyes ache on4 ,i may not suffer my tears to come1 ,and ,i dare not stop to feel2 ,for each idle moment steals a crumb ,from my sad to-morrow's meal4 ,it is very cold in this cheerless room1 ,and my limbs are strangely chill2 ,my pulses beat with a sense of doom1 ,and my very heart seems still2 ,but ,i shall not care for this so much1 ,if my fingers hold their power1 ,and the hand of sleep forbears to touch ,my eyes for another hour4 ,i wish ,i could earn a little more1 ,and live in another street1 ,where ,i need not tremble to pass the door1 ,and shudder at all ,i meet4 ',tis a fearful thing that a friendless girl ,forever alone should dwell ,in the midst of scenes enough to hurl ,a universe to hell4 ,god knows that ,i do not wish to sink ,in the pit that yawns around2 ,but ,i cannot stand on its very brink1 ,as ,i could on purer ground2 ,i do not think that my strength is gone1 ,nor fear for my shortening breath2 ,but the terrible winter is coming on1 ,and ,i must not starve to death4 ,i wish ,i had died with sister ,rose1 ,ere hunger and ,i were mates2 ,ere ,i felt the grip of the thought that grows ,the hotter the more it waits4 ,i am sure that ,he whom they curse to me1 ,the ,father of all our race1 ,did not mean the world ,he made to be ,such a dark and dreary place4 ,i would not mind if they'd only give ,a little less meager pay1 ,and spare me a moment's time to grieve1 ,with a little while to pray4 ,but until these far-off blessings come1 ,i may neither weep nor kneel2 ,for1 alas6 'twould cost me a precious crumb ,of my sad to-morrow's meal4 --,copyright by ,funk ,wagnalls ,co41 ,new ,york1 and used by kind permission4 ,,song ,,of ,,the ,,indian ,,mother ,,by ,,james ,,gowdy ,,clark ,gently dream1 my darling child1 ,sleeping in the lonely wild2 ,would thy dreams might never know ,clouds that darken mine with woe2 ,oh6 to smile as thou art smiling1 ,all my hopeless hours beguiling ,with the hope that thou mightst see ,blessings that are hid from me4 ,,chorus ,lullaby1 my gentle boy1 ,sleeping in the wilderness1 ,dreaming in thy childish joy ,of a mother's fond caress1-- ,lullaby1 lullaby4 ,sleep1 while gleams the council fire1 ,kindled by thy hunted sire3 ,guarded by thy ,god above1 ,sleep and dream of peace and love3 ,dream not of the band that perished ,from the sacred soil they cherished1 ,nor the ruthless race that roams ,o'er our ancient shrines and homes4 ,sleep1 while autumn glories fly1 ',neath the melancholy sky1 ,from the trees before the storm1 ,chased by winter's tyrant form3 ,oh6 'tis thus our warriors1 wasted1 ,from their altars torn and blasted1 ,followed by the storm of death1 ,fly before ,oppression's breath4 ,sleep1 while night hides home and grave1 ,rest1 while mourn the suff'ring brave1 ,mourning as thou1 too1 wilt mourn1 ,through the future1 wild and worn2 ,bruised in heart1 in spirit shaken1 ,scourged by man1 by ,god forsaken1 ,wandering on in war and strife1 ,living still1 yet cursing life4 ,could thy tender fancy feel ,all that manhood will reveal1 ,couldst thou dream thy breast would share ,all the ills thy fathers bear1 ,thou wouldst weep as ,i am weeping1 ,tearful watches wildly keeping1 ,by the silver-beaming light ,of the long and lonely night4 7,repeat ,chorus7 ,,old ,,times ,,by ,,gerald ,,griffin ,old times6 old times6 the gay old times6 ,when ,i was young and free1 ,and heard the merry ,easter chimes ,under the sally tree4 ,my ,sunday palm beside me placed1 ,my cross upon my hand2 ,a heart at rest within my breast1 ,and sunshine on the land6 ,old times6 old times6 ,it is not that my fortunes flee1 ,nor that my cheek is pale2 ,i mourn whene'er ,i think of thee1 ,my darling native vale6 ,a wiser head ,i have1 ,i know1 ,than when ,i loitered there2 ,but in my wisdom there is woe1 ,and in my knowledge care4 ,old times6 old times6 ,i've lived to know my share of joy1 ,to feel my share of pain2 ,to learn that friendship's self can cloy1 ,to love and love in vain2 ,to feel a pang and wear a smile1 ,to tire of other climes2 ,to love my own unhappy ,isle1 ,and sing the gay old times6 ,old times6 old times6 ,and sure the land is nothing changed2 ,the birds are singing still1 ,the flowers are springing where we ranged1 ,there's sunshine on the hill4 ,the sally waving o'er my head ,still sweetly shades my frame2 ,but oh6 those happy days are fled1 ,and ,i am not the same4 ,old times6 old times6 ,oh1 come again1 ye merry times6 ,sweet1 sunny1 fresh and calm2 ,and let me hear those ,easter chimes1 ,and wear my ,sunday palm4 ,if ,i could cry away mine eyes1 ,my tears would flow in vain2 ,if ,i could waste my heart in sighs1 ,they'll never come again6 ,old times6 old times6 ,,twilight ,,fancies ,,by ,,eliza ,a4 ,,pittsinger ,softly flit the fairy fancies ,through the sunlight of my brain1 ,weaving webs of weird romances ,in a laughing1 joyous strain-- ,gently creeping1 ,gaily leaping1 ,twilight revels strangely keeping ,in my brain4 ,ere the evening lamps are lighted1 ,while my soul is wrapt in thought1 ,wait they not to be invited1 ,quite unwelcome and unsought-- ,never sitting1 ,ever flitting1 ,all the earnestness outwitting ,of my thought4 ,thus to have my being haunted ,by these fairies1 all astray1 ,by these elfin-sprites enchanted1 ,is a spell upon my way1 ,that shall borrow ,for the morrow1 ,all the pleasure and the sorrow ,of to-day4 ,in my hours of quiet musing1 ,by these phantoms thus caressed1 ,i have lost the right of choosing ,as ,i ought1 my favored guest-- ,uninvited1 ,often slighted1 ,come they when the lamps are lighted ,for a guest4 ,thus they come1 the fairy fancies1 ,laughing1 flitting through my brain1 ,weaving webs of weird romances1 ,in a wayward1 joyous strain-- ,gaily creeping1 ,madly leaping1 ,even now their revels keeping ,in my brain4 ,,the ,,song ,,of ,,the ,,flume#af ,,by ,,anna ,m4 ,,fitch ,awake1 awake6 for my track is red1 ,with the glow of the coming day2 ,and with tinkling tread1 from my dusky bed1 ,i haste o'er hill away1 ,up from the valley1 up from the plain1 ,up from the river's side2 ,for ,i come with a gush1 and a torrent's rush1 ,and there's wealth in my swelling tide4 ,i am fed by the melting rills that start ,where the sparkling snow-peaks gleam1 ,my voice is free1 and with fiercest glee ,i leap in the sun's broad beam2 ,tho' torn from the channels deep and old1 ,i have worn through the craggy hill1 ,yet ,i flow in pride1 as my waters glide1 ,and there's mirth in my music still4 ,i sought the shore of the sounding sea1 ,from the far ,sierra's height1 ,with a starry breast1 and a snow-capped crest ,i foamed in a path of light2 ,but they bore me thence in a winding way1 ,they've fettered me like a slave1 ,and as scarfs of old were exchanged for gold1 ,so they barter my soil-stained wave4 ,thro' the deep tunnel1 down the dark shaft1 ,i search for the shining ore2 ,hoist it away to the light of day1 ,which it never has seen before4 ,spade and shovel1 mattock and pick1 ,ply them with eager haste2 ,for my golden shower is sold by the hour1 ,and the drops are too dear to waste4 ,lift me aloft to the mountain's brow1 ,fathom the deep 8blue vein10 ,and ,i'll sift the soil for the shining spoil1 ,as ,i sink to the valley again4 ,the swell of my swarthy breast shall bear ,pebble and rock away1 ,though they brave my strength1 they shall yield at length1 ,but the glittering gold shall stay4 ,mine is no stern and warrior march1 ,no stormy trump and drum2 ,no banners gleam in my darkened stream1 ,as with conquering step ,i come2 ,but ,i touch the tributary earth ,till it owns a monarch's sway1 ,and with eager hand1 from a conquered land1 ,i bear its wealth away4 ,awake1 awake6 there are loving hearts ,in the lands you've left afar2 ,there are tearful eyes in the homes you prize ,as they gaze on the western star2 ,then up from the valley1 up from the hill1 ,up from the river's side2 ,for ,i come with a gush1 and a torrent's rush1 ,and there's wealth in my swelling tide4 ,,the ,,west ,,by ,,annie ,,elizabeth ,,cheney ,wings that are glancing1 wings of my soul1 ,that speeding like arrows fly to their goal2 ,wings that have cut the keen ethers above1 ,o carry me on to the ,west of my love6 ,the ,west it is magic1 perspective and fire1 ,its peaks are like daggers thrust up by desire2 ,it is ,tyre1 it is ,sidon and ,ophir in one1 ,this land by the waters1 this land of the sun4 --,from 8,dreams of ,hellas40 ,,the ,,moon-,,cradle ,,by ,,kate ,,wisner ,m',,cluskey ,the little1 the yellow moon-cradle ,is swaying1 is swinging slow2 ,and the tiny white star-tapers burning ,have flickered their lights down low2 ,the night has the cloud-curtains ready1 ,she is holding them draped on her breast1 ,for the dear little1 queer little babe in the moon ,will have sunk to rest in the west4 ,hush1 baby1 hush6 ,mother's heart aches for the joy that she takes ,in holding you close to her breast6 ,perhaps in the yellow moon-cradle ,a little cold baby may be2 ,and the tiny white star-tapers burning ,may be sad for some mother to see2-- ,o night-angel6 drop the cloud-curtain ,while the gleaming bed's caught in that tree1 ,for not even to the rest in the beautiful west ,will ,i let my babe go from me6 ,sleep1 sleep1 my sweet6 ,are you warm1 little feet8 ,close to my heart you will be6 ,,green ,,things ,,growing ,,by ,,dinah ,,maria ,,mulock ,oh1 the green things growing1 the green things growing1 ,the faint sweet smell of the green things growing6 ,i should like to live1 whether ,i smile or grieve1 ,just to watch the happy life of my green things growing4 ,oh1 the fluttering and the pattering of those green things growing4 ,how they talk each to each1 when none of us are knowing ,in the wonderful white of the weird moonlight ,or the dim1 dreary dawn when the cocks are crowing4 ,i love1 ,i love them so1--my green things growing2 ,and ,i think that they love me1 without false showing2 ,for by many a tender touch1 they comfort me so much1 ,with the soft1 mute comfort of green things growing4 ,,daffodils ,,by ,,william ,,wordsworth ,i wandered lonely as a cloud ,that floats on high o'er vales and hills1 ,when all at once ,i saw a crowd1 ,a host1 of golden daffodils2 ,beside the lake1 beneath the trees1 ,fluttering and dancing in the breeze4 ,continuous as the stars that shine ,and twinkle on the milky way1 ,they stretched in never-ending line ,along the margin of a bay3 ,ten thousand saw ,i at a glance1 ,tossing their heads in sprightly dance4 ,the waves beside them danced2 but they ,out-did the sparkling waves in glee3 ,a poet could not but be gay1 ,in such a jocund company3 ,i gazed--and gazed--but little thought ,what wealth the show to me had brought3 ,for oft1 when on my couch ,i lie ,in vacant or in pensive mood1 ,they flash upon that inward eye ,which is the bliss of solitude2 ,and then my heart with pleasure fills1 ,and dances with the daffodils4 ,,mammy',s ,,lullaby ,,by ,,strickland ,w4 ,,gillilan ,sleep1 mah li'l pigeon1 don' yo' heah yo' mammy coo8 ,sunset still a-shinin' in de wes'2 ,sky am full o' windehs an' de stahs am peepin' froo-- ,eb'ryt'ing but mammy's lamb at res'4 ,swing 'im to'ds de ,eas'lan'1 ,swing 'im to'ds de ,souf-- ,see dat dove a-comin' wif a olive in 'is mouf6 ,angel hahps a-hummin'1 ,angel banjos strummin'-- ,sleep1 mah li'l pigeon1 don' yo' heah yo' mammy coo8 ,cricket fiddleh scrapin' off de rozzum f'um 'is bow1 ,whippo'will a-mo'nin' on a lawg2 ,moon ez pale ez hit kin be a-risin' mighty slow-- ,stahtled at de bahkin' ob de dawg2 ,swing de baby ,eas'way1 ,swing de baby ,wes'1 ,swing 'im to'ds de ,souflan' whah de melon grow de bes'6 ,angel singers singin'1 ,angel bells a-ringin'1 ,sleep1 mah li'l pigeon1 don' yo' heah yo' mammy coo8 ,eyelids des a-droopin' li'l loweh all de w'ile1 ,undeh lip a-saggin' des a mite2 ,li'l baby toofies showin' so't o' lak a smile1 ,whiteh dan de snow1 or des ez white4 ,swing 'im to'ds de ,no'flan'1 ,swing 'im to'ds de ,eas'-- ,woolly cloud a-comin' fo' t' wrap 'im in 'is fleece6 ,angel ban' a-playin'-- ,whut dat music sayin'8 8,sleep1 mah li'l pigeon1 don' yo' heah yo' mammy coo80 ,,song ,,of ,,the ,,brook ,,by ,,alfred ,,tennyson ,i come from haunts of coot and hern3 ,i make a sudden sally ,and sparkle out among the fern1 ,to bicker down the valley4 ,by thirty hills ,i hurry down1 ,or slip between the ridges1 ,by twenty thorps1 a little town1 ,and half a hundred bridges4 ,till last by ,phillip's farm ,i flow ,to join the brimming river2 ,for men may come and men may go1 ,but ,i go on forever4 ,i chatter over stony ways1 ,in little sharps and trebles1 ,i bubble into eddying bays1 ,i babble on the pebbles4 ,with many a curve my banks ,i fret ,by many a field and fallow1 ,and many a fairy foreland set ,with willow-weed and mallow4 ,i chatter1 chatter1 as ,i flow ,to join the brimming river2 ,for men may come and men may go1 ,but ,i go on forever4 ,i wind about and in and out1 ,with here a blossom sailing1 ,and here and there a lusty trout1 ,and here and there a grayling4 ,and here and there a foamy flake ,upon me as ,i travel ,with many a silvery waterbreak ,above the golden gravel4 ,i draw them all along1 and flow ,to join the brimming river2 ,for men may come and men may go1 ,but ,i go on forever4 ,i steal by lawns and grassy plots2 ,i slide by hazel covers2 ,i move the sweet forget-me-nots ,that grow for happy lovers4 ,i murmur under moon and stars ,in brambly wildernesses2 ,i linger by my shingly bars2 ,i loiter round my cresses4 ,i slip1 ,i slide1 ,i gloom1 ,i glance1 ,among my skimming swallows2 ,i make the netted sunbeams dance ,against my sandy shallows4 ,and out again ,i curve and flow ,to join the brimming river2 ,for men may come and men may go1 ,but ,i go on forever4 ,,meadow-,,larks ,,by ,,ina ,,coolbrith ,sweet1 sweet1 sweet6 ,o happy that ,i am6 7,listen to the meadow-larks1 across the fields that sing67 ,sweet1 sweet1 sweet6 ,o subtle breath of balm1 ,o winds that blow1 ,o buds that grow1 ,o rapture of the spring6 ,sweet1 sweet1 sweet6 ,o skies1 serene and blue1 ,that shut the velvet pastures in1 that fold the mountain's crest6 ,sweet1 sweet1 sweet6 ,what of the clouds ye knew8 ,the vessels ride a golden tide1 upon a sea at rest4 ,sweet1 sweet1 sweet6 ,who prates of care and pain8 ,who says that life is sorrowful8 ,o life so glad1 so fleet6 ,ah6 he who lives the noblest life finds life the noblest gain1 ,the tears of pain a tender rain to make its waters sweet4 ,sweet1 sweet1 sweet6 ,o happy world that is6 ,dear heart1 ,i hear across the fields my mateling pipe and call4 ,sweet1 sweet1 sweet6 ,o world so full of bliss1-- ,for life is love1 the world is love1 and love is over all6 --,copyright by ,houghton1 ,mifflin ,co41 ,boston1 ,mass41 and used by kind permission of author and publisher4 ,,ownership ,,by ,,ina ,,coolbrith ,in a garden that ,i know1 ,only palest blossoms blow4 ,there the lily1 purest nun1 ,hides her white face from the sun1 ,and the maiden rose-bud stirs ,in a garment fair as hers4 ,one shy bird1 with folded wings ,sits within the leaves and sings3 ,sits and sings the daylight long1 ,just a patient1 plaintive song4 ,other gardens greet the spring ,with a blaze of blossoming2 ,other song-birds1 piping clear1 ,chorus from the branches near2 ,but my blossoms1 palest known1 ,bloom for me and me alone1 ,and my bird1 though sad and lonely1 ,sings for me1 and for me only4 --,copyright by ,houghton1 ,mifflin ,co41 ,boston1 ,mass41 and used by kind permission of author and publisher4 ,,california ,,by ,,annie ,,elizabeth ,,cheney ,there are lands where the poppies are golden1 ,where the skies are a rapture in blue1 ,where the breezes on roses are stealing1 ,but land of my love1 what of you8 ,there are lands where the birds warble ever1 ,where the air is a-thrill in the sun1 ,where the singer and song sever never1 ,and beauty and passion are one4 ,there are lands where the pine and the palm-tree1 ,the rose and the lily are fair1 ,where color is married to music1 ,but magic--thy magic--,o where8 ,there are lands where the hills silver-crested ,flash far on a foam-glitt'ring sea1 ,where ,winter weds amorous ,summer1 ,but land of my love1 what of thee8 ,thy heart like thy poppy is golden1 ,thy story is writ in a gleam1 ,thy magic like wine it is olden1 ,and hid in the web of a dream4 ,when the padre and poet had found thee1 ,thy bells with a prophecy tolled1 ,for duty loved beauty1 and round thee ,the fabric of romance was rolled4 ,the vale with the snow-peak above her ,through ages in sunlight has lain1 ,here art fondles nature1 a lover ,forever in shine or rain4 ,there is fire where the poppy is dreaming1 ,and romance in woman's large eyes1 ,there is splendor where sunbeams are streaming ,from the far1 lucid vault of thy skies4 ,and the stars and the moon look in wonder ,on thy mountains and ocean and vale1 ,from azures too tender for thunder1 ,too clear for the lightning of gale4 ,there are lands drunk with summer and beauty1 ,but none1 magic country1 like thee6 ,where the palm and the pine--love and duty-- ,are friends from the hills to the sea4 --,from 8,dreams of ,hellas40 ,,in ,,blossom ,,time ,,by ,,ina ,,coolbrith ,it's ,o my heart1 my heart1 ,to be out in the sun and sing-- ,to sing and shout in the fields about1 ,in the balm and the blossoming6 ,sing loud1 ,o bird in the tree2 ,o bird1 sing loud in the sky1 ,and honey-bees1 blacken the clover beds-- ,there is none of you glad as ,i4 ,the leaves laugh low in the wind1 ,laugh low1 with the wind at play2 ,and the odorous call of the flowers all ,entices my soul away6 ,for ,o but the world is fair1 is fair-- ,and ,o but the world is sweet6 ,i will out in the gold of the blossoming mould1 ,and sit at the ,master's feet4 ,and the love my heart would speak1 ,i will fold in the lily's rim1 ,that th' lips of the blossom1 more pure and meek1 ,may offer it up to ,him4 ,then sing in the hedgerow green1 ,o thrush1 ,o skylark1 sing in the blue2 ,sing loud1 sing clear1 that the ,king may hear1 ,and my soul shall sing with you6 --,from 8,songs from the ,golden ,gate40 --,copyright by ,houghton1 ,mifflin ,co41 and used by kind permission of author and publisher4 ,,why8 ,,by ,,madge ,,morris ,,wagner ,why is it we grasp at the shadow ,that flits from us swift as thought1 ,while the real that maketh the shadow ,stands in our way unsought8 ,and why do we wonder1 and wonder1 ,what's beyond the hill-tops of thought8 ,why is it the things that we sigh for ,are the things that we never can reach8 ,why1 only the sternest experience ,a lesson of patience can teach8 ,and why hold we so careless and lightly ,the treasures that are in our reach8 ,why is it we wait for the future1 ,or dwell on the scenes of the past1 ,rather than live in the present ,hastening from us so fast8 ,why is it the prizes we toil for1 ,so tempting in fancy's mould cast1 ,prove1 when to our lips we have pressed them1 ,only apples of ,sodom at last8 ,and why are the crowns1 and the crosses1 ,so wondrous unequally classed8 ,ask it1 ye1 over and over1 ,let the winds waft your question on high1 ,till memory wanes with the ages1 ,till the stars in eternity die4 ,and out from the bloom and the sunshine1 ,from the rainbow o'er-arching the sky1 ,from the night and the gloom and the tempest1 ,echo will answer you1 8,why80 --,copyright by ,harr ,wagner ,co41 ,san ,francisco1 and used by kind permission of author and publisher4 ,,pictures ,,of ,,memory ,,by ,,alice ,,cary ,among the beautiful pictures ,that hang on memory's wall ,is one of a dim old forest1 ,that seemeth best of all2 ,not for its gnarled oaks olden1 ,dark with the mistletoe2 ,not for the violets golden1 ,that sprinkle the vale below2 ,not for the milk-white lilies ,that lean from the fragrant ledge1 ,coquetting all day with the sunbeams1 ,and stealing their golden edge2 ,not for the vines on the upland1 ,where the bright red-berries rest1 ,nor the pinks1 nor the pale sweet cowslip1 ,it seemeth to me the best4 ,i once had a little brother1 ,with eyes that were dark and deep2 ,in the lap of that dim old forest ,he lieth in peace asleep3 ,light as the down of the thistle1 ,free as the winds that blow1 ,we roved there the beautiful summers1 ,the summers of long ago2 ,but his feet on the hills grew weary1 ,and1 one of the autumn eves1 ,i made for my little brother ,a bed of the yellow leaves4 ,sweetly his pale arms folded ,my neck in a meek embrace1 ,as the light of immortal beauty1 ,silently covered his face2 ,and when the arrows of sunset ,lodged in the tree-tops bright1 ,he fell1 in his saint-like beauty1 ,asleep by the gates of light4 ,therefore1 of all the pictures ,that hang on memory's wall1 ,the one of the dim old forest ,seemeth the best of all4 ,,the ,,joy ,,of ,,the ,,hills ,,by ,,edwin ,,markham ,i ride on the mountain tops1 ,i ride2 ,i have found my life and am satisfied4 ,onward ,i ride in the blowing oats1 ,checking the field-lark's rippling notes-- ,lightly ,i sweep ,from steep to steep3 ,over my head through the branches high ,come glimpses of a rushing sky2 ,the tall oats brush my horse's flanks2 ,wild poppies crowd on the sunny banks2 ,a bee booms out of the scented grass2 ,a jay laughs with me as ,i pass4 ,i ride on the hills1 ,i forgive1 ,i forget ,life's hoard of regret-- ,all the terror and pain ,of the chafing chain4 ,grind on1 ,o cities1 grind3 ,i leave you a blur behind4 ,i am lifted elate--the skies expand3 ,here the world's heaped gold is a pile of sand4 ,let them worry and work in their narrow walls3 ,i ride with the voices of waterfalls6 ,i swing on as one in a dream--,i swing ,down the airy hollows1 ,i shout1 ,i sing6 ,the world is gone like an empty word3 ,my body's a bough in the wind1 my heart a bird6 --,copyright by ,doubleday1 ,page ,co41 ,new ,york1 and used by kind permission of author and publisher4 ,,trees ,,by ,,joyce ,,kilmer ,i think that ,i shall never see ,a poem lovely as a tree4 ,a tree whose hungry mouth is prest ,against the earth's sweet flowing breast2 ,a tree who looks at ,god all day1 ,and lifts her leafy arms to pray2 ,a tree that may in summer wear ,a nest of robins in her hair2 ,upon her bosom snow has lain2 ,who intimately lives with rain4 ,poems are made by fools like me1 ,but only ,god can make a tree4 ,,the ,,derelict ,,by ,,herbert ,,bashford ,i am rolled and swung1 ,i am rocked and flung1 ,i am hammered and heaved and hurled1 ,i am tossed and wheeled1 ,i am blown and reeled ,and battered about the world4 ,on the pushing tide ,i ride and ride ,or loiter and loaf at ease4 ,with never a care1 through foul or fair1 ,i follow the foaming seas4 ,men come not nigh when they pass me by ,for they fear me1 every one1 ,as ,i cleave the gray of the dawning day ,or drowse in the summer sun4 ,past unknown isles1 for miles and miles ,i wander away to where ,the iceberg lifts and the salt spray drifts ,in the freezing arctic air4 ,i steal by the bars when the flame-winged stars ,have swarmed in the upper blue ,and the glow and shine of the drenching brine ,like white fire burns me through4 ,i haunt as a ghost the rock-girt coast ,where the bell-buoy loudly rings ,and the breakers leap to the mighty sweep ,of the night-wind's sable wings4 ,i shake and moan1 ,i creak and groan1 ,in the wrathful tempest when ,the old sea raves and digs deep graves ,for the jolly sailor men4 ,what matters time or what the clime ,to a vagrant of the sea8 ,to live or die1 oh1 naught care ,i1 ,there is no port for me6 --,copyright by ,harr ,wagner ,co41 ,san ,francisco1 and used by kind permission of author and publisher4 ,,child ,,of ,,my ,,heart ,,by ,,edwin ,,markham ,child-heart6 ,wild heart6 ,what can ,i bring you1 ,what can ,i sing you1 ,you who have come from a glory afar1 ,called into ,time from a secret star8 ,fleet one6 ,sweet one6 ,whose was the wild hand ,shaped you in child-land1 ,framing the flesh with a flash of desire1 ,pouring the soul as a fearful fire8 ,strong child6 ,song child6 ,who can unravel ,all your long travel ,out of the ,mystery1 birth after birth-- ,out of the dim worlds deeper than ,earth8 ,mad thing6 ,glad thing6 ,how will ,life time you8 ,how will ,god name you8 ,all that ,i know is that you are to me ,wind over water1 star on the sea4 ,dear heart6 ,near heart6 ,long is the journey1 ,hard is the tourney3 ,would ,i could be by your side when you fall-- ,would that my own heart could suffer it all6 --,copyright by ,doubleday1 ,page ,co41 ,new ,york1 and used by kind permission of author and publisher4 ,,mandalay ,,by ,,rudyard ,,kipling ,by the old ,moulmein ,pagoda1 lookin' eastward to the sea1 ,there's a ,burma girl a-settin'1 an' ,i know she thinks o' me2 ,for the wind is in the palm-trees1 an' the temple bells they say1 8,come you back1 you ,british soldier1 come you back to ,mandalay60 ,come you back to ,mandalay1 ,where the old ,flotilla lay2 ,can't you hear the paddles chunkin' from ,rangoon to ,mandalay8 ,o the road to ,mandalay1 ,where the flyin' fishes play1 ,an' the dawn comes up like thunder outer ,china 'crost the ,bay6 ',er petticut was yaller an' 'er little cap was green1 ,an' 'er name was ,supi-yaw-lat--jest the same as ,theebaw's ,queen1 ,an' ,i seed 'er fust a-smokin' of a whackin' white cheroot1 ,an' a-wastin' ,christian kisses on an 'eathen idol's foot3 ,bloomin' idol made o' mud-- ,wot they called the great ,gawd ,budd-- ,plucky lot she cared for idols when ,i kissed 'er where she stood6 ,on the road to ,mandalay-- ,when the mist was on the rice-fields an' the sun was droppin' slow1 ,she'd git 'er little banjo an' she'd sing 8kulla-lo-lo60 ,with 'er arm upon my shoulder an' 'er cheek ag'in my cheek ,we uster watch the steamers an' the ,hathis pilin' teak4 ,elephints a-pilin' teak ,in the sludgy1 squdgy creek1 ,where the silence 'ung that 'eavy you was 'arf afraid to speak6 ,on the road to ,mandalay-- ,but that all shove behind me--long ago an' fur away1 ,an' there ain't no busses runnin' from the ,benk to ,mandalay2 ,an' ,i'm learnin' 'ere in ,london what the ten-year sodger tells3 8,if you've 'eard the ,east a-callin'1 why1 you won't 'eed nothin' else40 ,no6 you won't 'eed nothin' else ,but them spicy garlic smells ,an' the sunshine and the palm-trees an' the tinkly temple-bells6 ,on the road to ,mandalay-- ,i am sick o' wastin' leather on these gutty pavin' stones1 ,an' the blasted ,henglish drizzle wakes a fever in my bones2 ,tho' ,i walk with fifty 'ouse-maids outer ,chelsea to the ,strand1 ,an' they talk a lot o' lovin'1 but what do they understand8 ,beefy face an' grubby hand-- ,law6 wot do they understand8 ,i've a neater1 sweeter maiden in a cleaner1 greener land6 ,on the road to ,mandalay-- ,ship me somewhere east of ,suez1 where the best is like the worst1 ,where there aren't no ,ten ,commandments1 an' a man can raise a thirst2 ,for the temple-bells are callin'1 an' it's there that ,i would be-- ,by the old ,moulmein ,pagoda1 lookin' lazy at the sea-- ,on the road to ,mandalay1 ,where the old ,flotilla lay1 ,with our sick beneath the awnings when we went to ,mandalay6 ,oh1 the road to ,mandalay1 ,where the flyin' fishes play1 ,an' the dawn comes up like thunder outer ,china 'crost the ,bay4 ,,gold ,,by ,,arthur ,,guiterman 8,meed of the ,toiler10 8,flame of the ,sea0-- ,such were the names of your poets for me4 8,metal of ,mammon10 8,curse of the world0-- ,these are the libels your preachers have hurled1 ,dug from the mountain-side1 washed in the glen1 ,servant am ,i or the master of men4 ,steal me1 ,i curse you2 earn me1 ,i bless you2 ,grasp me and hoard me1 a fiend shall possess you4 ,lie for me1 die for me1 covet me1 take me-- ,angel or ,devil1 ,i am what you make me4 ,falsely alluring1 ,i shimmer and shine ,over the millions that hold me divine4 ,trampling each other1 they rush to adore me1 ,heaping the dearest of treasure before me-- ,love and its blessedness1 ,youth and its wealth1 ,honor1 ,tranquillity1 ,innocence1 ,health-- ,buying my favor with evil and pain2 ,huge is the sacrifice1 poor is the gain1 ,naught but my effigy1 passionless1 cold1 ,god of a frenzied idolatry--,gold6 ,,gold ,,by ,,thomas ,,hood ,gold6 ,gold6 ,gold6 ,gold6 ,bright and yellow1 hard and cold1 ,molten1 graven1 hammered1 and rolled2 ,heavy to get1 and light to hold2 ,hoarded1 bartered1 bought1 and sold1 ,stolen1 borrowed1 squandered1 doled2 ,spurned by the young1 but hugged by the old ,to the very verge of the churchyard mold2 ,price of many a crime untold-- ,gold6 ,gold6 ,gold6 ,gold6 --,from 8,miss ,kilmansegg40 ,,an ,,old ,,woman ,,of ,,the ,,roads ,,by ,,padraic ,,colum ,oh1 to have a little house6 ,to own the hearth and stool and all6 ,the heaped-up sods upon the fire1 ,the pile of turf against the wall6 ,to have a clock with weights and chains1 ,and pendulum swinging up and down6 ,a dresser filled with shining delf1 ,speckled and white and blue and brown6 ,i could be busy all the day ,clearing and sweeping hearth and floor1 ,and fixing on their shelf again ,my white and blue and speckled store6 ,i could be quiet there at night1 ,beside the fire and by myself1 ,sure of a bed1 and loath to leave ,the ticking clock and the shining delf6 ,och6 but ,i'm weary of mist and dark1 ,and roads where there's never a house or bush1 ,and tired ,i am of bog and road1 ,and the crying wind and the lonesome hush6 ,and ,i am praying to ,god on high1 ,and ,i am praying ,him night and day1 ,for a little house--a house of my own-- ,out of the wind's and the rain's way4 ,,my ,,love',s ,,like ,a ,,red ,,rose ,,by ,,robert ,,burns ,oh1 my love's like a red1 red rose ,that's newly sprung in ,june2 ,oh1 my love's like the melodie ,that's sweetly played in tune4 ,as fair art thou1 my bonnie lass1 ,so deep in love am ,i3 ,and ,i will love thee still1 my dear1 ,till all the seas gang dry2 ,till a' the seas gang dry1 my dear1 ,and the rocks melt with the sun2 ,i will love thee still1 my dear1 ,while the sands o' life shall run4 ,and fare thee weel1 my only love6 ,and fare thee weel a while6 ,and ,i will come again1 my love1 ,tho' it were ten thousand mile4 ,oh1 my love's like a red1 red rose ,that's newly sprung in ,june2 ,oh1 my love's like the melodie ,that's sweetly played in tune4 ,,intimations ,,of ,,immortality ,,by ,,william ,,wordsworth ,then sing1 ye birds1 sing1 sing a joyous song6 ,and let the young lambs bound ,as to the tabor's sound6 ,we in thought will join your throng1 ,ye that pipe and ye that play1 ,ye that through your hearts to-day ,feel the gladness of the ,may6 ,what though the radiance which was so bright ,be now forever taken from my sight1 ,though nothing can bring back the hour ,of splendor in the grass1 of glory in the flower2 ,we will grieve not1 rather find ,strength in what remains behind1 ,in the primal sympathy ,which having been1 must ever be2 ,in the soothing thoughts that spring ,out of human suffering2 ,in the faith that looks through death1 ,in years that bring the philosophic mind4 ,and ,o ye fountains1 meadows1 hills and groves1 ,forebode not any severing of our loves6 ,yet in my heart of hearts ,i feel your might2 ,i only have relinquished on delight1 ,to live beneath your more habitual sway4 ,i love the brooks1 which down their channels fret1 ,even more than when ,i tripped lightly as they3 ,the innocent brightness of a new-born day ,is lovely yet2 ,the clouds that gather round the setting sun ,do take a sober coloring from an eye ,that hath kept watch o'er man's mortality6 ,another race hath been1 and other palms are won1 ,thanks to the human heart by which we live4 ,thanks to its tenderness1 its joys and fears1 ,to me the meanest flower that blows can give ,thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears4 ,l',,allegro ,,by ,,john ,,milton ,haste thee1 nymph1 and bring with thee ,jest and youthful ,jollity1 ,quips and cranks and wanton wiles1 ,nods and becks and wreathd smiles ,such as hang on ,hebe's cheek1 ,and love to live in dimples sleek1-- ,sport that wrinkled ,care derides1 ,and ,laughter holding both his sides4 ,come1 and trip it1 as ye go1 ,on the light fantastic toe2 ,and in thy right hand lead with thee ,the mountain nymph1 sweet ,liberty3 ,and1 if ,i give thee honor due1 ,mirth1 admit me of thy crew1 ,to live with her1 and live with thee1 ,in unreproved pleasures free4 ,,from ,,il ,,penseroso ,,by ,,john ,,milton ,oft1 on a plat of rising ground1 ,i hear the far-off curfew sound ,over some wide watered shore1 ,swinging slow with sullen roar2 ,or1 if the air will not permit1 ,some still removed place will fit1 ,where glowing embers through the room ,teach light to counterfeit a gloom4 ,,the ,,lotos-,,eaters ,,by ,,alfred ,,tennyson ,the ,lotos blooms below the barren peak3 ,the ,lotos blows by every winding creek3 ,all day the wind breathes low with mellower tone3 ,through every hollow cave and alley lone ,round and round the spicy downs the yellow ,lotus-dust is blown4 ,we have had enough of action1 and of motion we1 ,rolled to starboard1 rolled to larboard1 when the surge was seething free1 ,where the wallowing monster spouted his foam-fountains in the sea4 ,let us swear an oath1 and keep it with an equal mind1 ,in the hollow ,lotus-land to live and lie reclined ,on the hills like gods together1 careless of mankind4 ,for they lie beside their nectar1 and the bolts are hurled ,far below them in the valleys1 and the clouds are lightly curled ,round their golden houses1 girdled with the gleaming world2 ,where they smile in secret1 looking over wasted lands1 ,blight and famine1 plague and earthquake1 roaring deeps1 and fiery sands1 ,clanging fights1 and flaming towns1 and sinking ships1 and praying hands4 ,but they smile1 they find a music centered in a doleful song ,steaming up1 a lamentation and an ancient tale of wrong1 ,like a tale of little meaning1 though the words are strong2 ,chanted from an ill-used race of men that cleave the soil1 ,sow the seed1 and reap the harvest with enduring toil1 ,storing yearly little dues of wheat1 and wine1 and oil2 ,till they perish and they suffer--some1 'tis whispered--down in hell ,suffer endless anguish1 others in ,elysian valleys dwell1 ,resting weary limbs at last on beds of asphodel4 ,surely1 surely1 slumber is more sweet than toil1 the shore ,than labor in the deep mid-ocean1 wind and wave and oar2 ,o rest ye1 brother mariners1 we will not wander more4 ,,home1 ,,wounded ,,by ,,sydney ,,dobell ,blare the trumpet1 and boom the gun1 ,but1 ,o1 to sit here thus in the sun1 ,to sit here1 feeling my work is done1 ,while the sands of life so golden run1 ,and ,i watch the children's posies1 ,and my idle heart is whispering1 8,bring whatever the years may bring1 ,the flowers will blossom1 the birds will sing1 ,and there'll always be primroses40 ,,the ,,minaret ,,bells ,,by ,,william ,m4 ,,thackeray ,tink a tink1 tink a tink1 ,by the light of the star1 ,on the blue river's brink1 ,i heard a guitar4 ,i heard a guitar ,on the blue waters clear1 ,and knew by its music ,that ,selim was near6 ,tink a tink1 tink a tink1 ,how the soft music swells1 ,and ,i hear the soft clink ,of the minaret bells6 ,,springtime ,,by ,,leonard ,g4 ,,nattkemper ,may-time's ,spring-time1 ,o let us steal away4 ,spring-time's love-time1 ,so let us go to-day4 ,oh6 the dawn1 while dew is on1 ,awakes a fragrant breeze2 ,it fills my room with rich perfume ,from snow-white locust trees4 ,across the grain there floats a strain ,of ancient witchery2 ,a robin's throat hath freed a note ,of rarest ecstasy4 ,and while he sings1 within me springs ,an echo to his lay-- ,but how can words e'er match this bird's ,sweet song of ,spring1 ,i pray6 ,such noon-day dreams by babbling streams1 ,there's nothing to compare2 ,soft zephyrs blow where waters flow1 ,entangling my hair4 ,in shady nooks1 fond lover looks ,in eyes as blue as skies2 ,and her reply1 though quaint and shy1 ,is what true love implies4 ,so ,may-time's ,spring-time1 ,now let us steal away2 ,spring-time's love-time1 ,and let us go to-day4 ,a ,,singing ,,lesson ,,by ,,jean ,,ingelow ,a nightingale made a mistake-- ,she sang a few notes out of tune-- ,her heart was ready to break1 ,and she hid away from the moon4 ,she wrung her claws1 poor thing1 ,but was far too proud to weep2 ,she tucked her head under her wing1 ,and pretended to be asleep4 ,a lark1 arm-in-arm with a thrush1 ,came sauntering up to the place2 ,the nightingale felt herself blush1 ,though feathers hid her face4 ,she knew they had heard her song1 ,she felt them snicker and sneer2 ,she thought this life was too long1 ,and wished she could skip a year4 8,oh1 nightingale10 cooed a dove1 8,oh1 nightingale1 what's the use8 ,you bird of beauty and love1 ,why behave like a goose8 ,don't skulk away from our sight ,like a common contemptible fowl2 ,you bird of joy and delight1 ,why behave like an owl8 8,only think of all you have done-- ,only think of all you can do2 ,a false note is really fun ,from such a bird as you6 ,lift up your proud little crest2 ,open your musical beak2 ,other birds have to do their best1 ,but you need only speak40 ,the nightingale shyly took ,her head from under her wing1 ,and giving the dove a look ,straightway began to sing4 ,there was never a bird could pass-- ,the night was divinely calm-- ,and the people stood on the grass ,to hear that wonderful psalm4 ,the nightingale did not care-- ,she only sang to the skies2 ,her song ascended there1 ,and there she fixed her eyes4 ,the people who listened below ,she knew but little about-- ,and this tale has a moral1 ,i know1 ,if you'll try to find it out4 ,,moral ,never give up1 always look up4 ,cheer the discouraged4 ,strive for heavenly applause4 ,care not for the praise of men1 but for the praise of ,god4 ,,the ,,wolves ,,of ,,the ,,sea ,,by ,,herbert ,,bashford ,from dusk until dawn they are hurrying on1 ,unfettered and fearless they flee2 ,from morn until eve they plunder and thieve-- ,the hungry1 white wolves of the ,sea6 ,with never a rest1 they race to the west1 ,to the ,orient's rim do they run2 ,by the berg and the floe of the northland they go ,and away to the isles of the sun4 ,they wail at the moon from the desolate dune ,till the air has grown dank with their breath2 ,they snarl at the stars from the treacherous bars ,of the coasts that are haunted by ,death4 ,they grapple and bite in a keen1 mad delight ,as they feed on the bosom of ,grief2 ,and one steals away to a cave with his prey1 ,and one to the rocks of the reef4 ,with the froth on their lips they follow the ships1 ,each striving to lead in the chase2 ,since loosed by the hand of the ,king of their band ,they have known but the rush of the race4 ,they are shaggy and old1 yet as mighty and bold ,as when ,god's freshest gale set them free2 ,not a sail is unfurled in a part of the world ,but is prey for the wolves of the ,sea6 --,copyright by ,harr ,wagner ,co41 ,san ,francisco1 and used by kind permission of author and publisher4 ,,old ,,ironsides ,,by ,,oliver ,,wendell ,,holmes ,ay1 tear her tattered ensign down6 ,long has it waved on high1 ,and many an eye has danced to see ,that banner in the sky2 ,beneath it rung the battle shout1 ,and burst the cannon's roar2-- ,the meteor of the ocean air ,shall sweep the clouds no more4 ,her deck1 once red with hero's blood1 ,where knelt the vanquished foe1 ,when winds were hurrying o'er the flood1 ,and waves were white below1 ,no more shall feel the victor's tread1 ,or know the conquered knee2 ,the harpies of the shore shall pluck ,the eagle of the sea6 ,oh1 better that her shattered hulk ,should sink beneath the wave2 ,her thunders shook the mighty deep1 ,and there should be her grave2 ,nail to the mast her holy flag1 ,set every threadbare sail1 ,and give her to the god of storms1 ,the lightning and the gale6 ,,columbus ,,by ,,joaquin ,,miller ,behind him lay the gray ,azores1 ,behind the ,gates of ,hercules2 ,before him not the ghost of shores2 ,before him only shoreless seas4 ,the good mate said3 8,now must we pray1 ,for lo6 the very stars are gone4 ,brave ,adm'r'l1 speak2 what shall ,i say80 8,why1 say3 #8,sail on6 sail on6 and on6'0 8,my men grow mutinous day by day2 ,my men grow ghastly wan and weak40 ,the stout mate thought of home2 a spray ,of salt wave washed his swarthy cheek4 8,what shall ,i say1 brave ,adm'r'l1 say1 ,if we sight naught but seas at dawn80 8,why1 you shall say at break of day3 #8,sail on6 ,sail on6 ,sail on6 and on6'0 ,they sailed and sailed1 as winds might blow1 ,until at last the blanched mate said3 8,why1 now1 not even ,god would know ,should ,i and all my men fall dead4 ,these very winds forget their way2 ,for ,god from these dread seas is gone4 ,now speak1 brave ,adm'r'l2 speak and say--0 ,he said3 8,sail on6 sail on6 and on60 ,they sailed3 they sailed4 ,then spake the mate3 8,this mad sea shows his teeth to-night1 ,he curls his lip1 he lies in wait1 ,with lifted teeth1 as if to bite6 ,brave ,adm'r'l1 say but one good word3 ,what shall we do when hope is gone80 ,the words leapt like a leaping sword3 8,sail on6 ,sail on6 ,sail on6 and on60 ,then pale and worn1 he kept his deck1 ,and peered through darkness4 ,ah1 that night ,of all dark nights6 ,and then a speck-- ,a light6 ,a light8 ,a light6 ,a light6 ,it grew2 a starlit flag unfurled6 ,it grew to be ,time's burst of dawn4 ,he gained a world2 he gave that world ,its grandest lesson3 8,on6 sail on60 --,copyright by ,harr ,wagner ,co41 ,san ,francisco1 and used by kind permission of author and publisher4 ,,daybreak ,,by ,,robert ,,browning ,day6 ,faster and more fast1 ,o'er night's brim1 day boils at last3 ,boils pure gold1 o'er the cloud-cup's brim ,where spurting and suppressed it lay1 ,for not a froth-flake touched the rim ,of yonder gap in the solid gray ,of the eastern cloud1 an hour away2 ,but forth one wavelet1 then another1 curled1 ,till the whole sunrise1 not to be suppressed1 ,rose1 reddened1 and its seething breast ,flickered in bounds1 grew gold1 then overflowed the world4 ,oh1 ,day1 if ,i squander a wavelet of thee1 ,a mite of my twelve hours' treasure1 ,the least of thy gazes or glances1 7,be they grants thou art bound to or gifts above measure7 ,one of thy choices or one of thy chances1 7,be they tasks ,god imposed thee or freaks at thy pleasure7 --,my ,day1 if ,i squander such labor or leisure1 ,then shame fall on ,asolo1 mischief on me6 ,thy long1 blue1 solemn hours serenely flowing1 ,whence earth1 we feel1 gets steady help and good-- ,thy fitful sunshine-minutes1 coming1 going1 ,as if earth turned from work in gamesome mood-- ,all shall be mine6 ,but thou must treat me not ,as prosperous ones are treated1 those who live ,at hand here1 and enjoy the higher lot1 ,in readiness to take what thou wilt give1 ,and free to let alone what thou refusest2 ,for1 ,day1 my holiday1 if thou ill-usest ,me1 who am only ,pippa1--old-year's sorrow1 ,cast off last night1 will come again to-morrow3 ,whereas1 if thou prove gentle1 ,i shall borrow4 ,sufficient strength of thee for new-year's sorrow4 ,all other men and women that this earth ,belongs to1 who all days alike possess1 ,make general plenty cure particular dearth1 ,get more joy one way1 if another1 less3 ,thou art my single day1 ,god lends to leaven ,what were all earth else1 with a feel of heaven4 --,from 8,pippa ,passes40 ,,my ,,sword ,,song ,,by ,,richard ,,realf ,day in1 day out1 through the long campaign1 ,i march in my place in the ranks2 ,and whether it shine or whether it rain1 ,my good sword cheerily clanks2 ,it clanks and clanks in a knightly way ,like the ring of an armored heel2 ,and this is the song which day by day1 ,it sings with its lips of steel3 8,o friend1 from whom a hundred times1 ,i have felt the strenuous grip ,of the all-renouncing love that climbs ,to the heights of fellowship2 ,are you tired of all the weary miles8 ,are you faint with your swooning limbs8 ,do you hunger back for the olden smiles1 ,and the lilt of olden hymns8 8,has your heart grown weak since that rapt hour ,when you leapt1 with a single bound1 ,from dreaming ease to sovereign power ,of a living soul world-crowned8 ,behold6 the aloes of sacrifice ,are better than radiant wine1 ,and the bloody sweat of a cause like this ,is an agony divine4 8,under the wail of the shuddering world ,amoan for its fallen sons2 ,over the volleying thunders hurled ,from the throats of the wrathful guns2 ,above the roar of the plunging line ,that rocks with the fury of hell1 ,runs the absolute voice3 ,o ,earth of mine1 ,be patient1 for all is well60 ,thus sings my sword to my soul1 and ,i1 ,albeit the way is long1 ,as soiled clouds darken athwart the sky-- ,still keep my spirit strong3 ,whether ,i live1 or whether ,i lie ,on the stained ground1 ghastly and stark1 ,beyond the carnage ,i shall descry ,god's love shines across the dark4 --,copyright by ,funk ,wagnalls ,co41 ,new ,york1 and used by their kind permission4 ,,labor ,,anonymous ,toil swings the ax1 and forests bow2 ,the seeds break out in radiant bloom1 ,rich harvests smile behind the plow1 ,and cities cluster round the loom2 ,where towering domes and tapering spires ,adorn the vale and crown the hill1 ,stout labor lights its beacon-fires1 ,and plumes with smoke the forge and mill4 ,the monarch oak1 the woodland's pride1 ,whose trunk is seamed with lightning scars1 ,toil launches on the restless tide1 ,and there unrolls the flag of stars2 ,the engine with its lungs of flame1 ,and ribs of brass and joints of steel1 ,from ,labor's plastic fingers came1 ,with sobbing valve and whirling wheel4 ',tis ,labor works the magic press1 ,and turns the crank in hives of toil1 ,and beckons angels down to bless ,industrious hands on sea and soil4 ,here sun-brown ,toil1 with shining spade1 ,links lake to lake with silver ties ,strung thick with palaces of trade1 ,and temples towering to the skies4 ,,the ,,arrow ,,and ,,the ,,song#ag ,,by ,,henry ,w4 ,,longfellow ,i shot an arrow into the air1 ,it fell to earth1 ,i knew not where2 ,for1 so swiftly it flew1 the sight ,could not follow it in its flight4 ,i breathed a song into the air1 ,it fell to earth1 ,i knew not where2 ,for who has sight so keen and strong1 ,that it can follow the flight of song8 ,long1 long afterward1 in an oak ,i found the arrow1 still unbroke2 ,and the song1 from beginning to end1 ,i found again in the heart of a friend4 ,,the ,,bells ,,of ,,san ,,gabriel ,,by ,,charles ,,warren ,,stoddard ,particularly note the possibility of onomatopoesy in the following refrain4 ,what answer do the bells give to the questions of the poet8 ,there is no other answer than their steady1 monotonous toll4 ,the answer must be found in your own heart1 viz41 that no good work1 done with high zeal and enthusiasm1 with self-sacrifice1 ever can be in vain4 ,then read the refrain as a bell would sound1 if it were struck at the end of each line1 prolonging the sound to correspond with the continued resonance of the bell4 ,thine was the corn and the wine1 ,the blood of the grape that nourished2 ,the blossom and fruit of the vine ,that was heralded far away4 ,these were thy gifts2 and thine1 ,when the vine and the fig-tree flourished1 ,the promise of peace and of glad increase ,forever and ever and aye4 ,what then wert thou1 and what art now8 ,answer me1 ,o1 ,i pray6 ,and every note of every bell ,sang ,gabriel6 rang ,gabriel6 ,in the tower that is left the tale to tell ,of ,gabriel1 the ,archangel4 ,oil of the olive was thine2 ,flood of the wine-press flowing2 ,blood o' the ,christ was the wine-- ,blood o' the ,lamb that was slain4 ,thy gifts were fat o' the kine ,forever coming and going ,over the hills1 the thousand hills1 ,their lowing a soft refrain4 ,what then wert thou1 and what art now8 ,answer me1 once again6 ,and every note of every bell ,sang ,gabriel6 rang ,gabriel6 ,in the tower that is left the tale to tell ,of ,gabriel1 the ,archangel4 ,seed o' the corn was thine-- ,body of ,him thus broken ,and mingled with blood o' the vine-- ,the bread and the wine of life2 ,out of the good sunshine ,they were given to thee as a token-- ,the body of ,him1 and the blood of ,him1 ,when the gifts of ,god were rife4 ,what then wert thou1 and what art now1 ,after the weary strife8 ,and every note of every bell ,sang ,gabriel6 rang ,gabriel6 ,in the tower that is left the tale to tell ,of ,gabriel1 the ,archangel4 ,where are they now1 ,o bells8 ,where are the fruits o' the ,mission8 ,garnered1 where no one dwells4 ,shepherd and flock are fled4 ,o'er the ,lord's vineyard swells ,the tide that with fell perdition ,sounded their doom and fashioned their tomb ,and buried them with the dead4 ,what then wert thou1 and what art now8-- ,the answer is still unsaid4 ,and every note of every bell ,sang ,gabriel6 rang ,gabriel6 ,in the tower that is left the tale to tell ,of ,gabriel1 the ,archangel4 ,where are they now1 ,o tower6 ,the locusts and wild honey8 ,where is the sacred dower ,that the bride of ,christ was given8 ,gone to the builders of power1 ,the misers and minters of money2 ,gone for the greed that is their creed-- ,and these in the land have thriven4 ,what then wert thou1 and what art now1 ,and wherefore hast thou striven8 ,and every note of every bell ,sang ,gabriel6 rang ,gabriel6 ,in the tower that is left the tale to tell ,of ,gabriel1 the ,archangel4 --,copyright by ,john ,lane1 ,new ,york1 and used by kind permission4 ,a ,,welcome ,,to ,,alexandra ,,march #g1 #ahfc ,,by ,,alfred1 ,,lord ,,tennyson ,sea-kings' daughter from over the sea1 ,alexandra6 ,saxon and ,norman and ,dane are we1 ,but all of us ,danes in our welcome of thee1 ,alexandra6 ,welcome her1 thunders of fort and of fleet6 ,welcome her1 thundering cheer of the street6 ,welcome her1 all things youthful and sweet1 ,scatter the blossoms under her feet6 ,break1 happy land1 into earlier flowers6 ,make music1 ,o bird1 in the new-budded bowers6 ,blazon your mottoes of blessing and prayer6 ,welcome her1 welcome her1 all that is ours6 ,warble1 ,o bugle1 and trumpet1 blare6 ,flags1 flutter out upon turrets and towers6 ,flames1 on the windy headland flare6 ,utter your jubilee1 steeple and spire6 ,clash1 ye bells1 in the merry ,march air6 ,flash1 ye cities1 in rivers of fire6 ,rush to the roof1 sudden rocket1 and higher ,melt into stars for the land's desire6 ,roll and rejoice1 jubilant voice1 ,roll as a ground-swell dash'd on the strand1 ,roar as the sea when he welcomes the land1 ,and welcome her1 welcome the land's desire4 ,the sea-kings' daughter is happy as fair1 ,blissful bride of a blissful heir1 ,bride of the sire of the kings of the sea-- ,o joy to the people and joy to the throne1 ,come to us1 love us and make us your own2 ,for ,saxon or ,dane or ,norman we1 ,teuton or ,celt1 or whatever we be1 ,we are each all ,dane in our welcome of thee1 ,alexandra6 ,,christmas ,,in ,,india ,,by ,,rudyard ,,kipling ,dim dusk behind the tamarisks--the sky is saffron yellow-- ,as the women in the village grind the corn1 ,and the parrots seek the river-side1 each calling to his fellow ,that the ,day1 the staring ,eastern ,day is born4 ,oh1 the white on the highway6 ,oh1 the stenches in the byway6 ,oh1 the clammy fog that hovers over earth6 ,and at home they're making merry 'neath the white and scarlet berry-- ,what part have ,india's exiles in their mirth8 ,full day behind the tamarisks--the sky is blue and staring-- ,as the cattle crawl afield beneath the yoke1 ,and they bear one o'er the field path1 who is past all hope or caring1 ,to the ghat below the curling wreaths of smoke4 ,call on ,rama1 going slowly1 as ye bear a brother slowly-- ,call on ,rama--he may hear1 perhaps1 your voice6 ,with our hymn-books and our psalters we appeal to other altars1 ,and to-day we bid good ,christian men rejoice6 ,high noon behind the tamarisks--the sun is hot above us-- ,as at home the ,christmas ,day is breaking wan1 ,they will drink our healths at dinner--those who tell us how they love us1 ,and forget us till another year be gone6 ,oh1 the toil that knows no breaking6 ,oh1 the ,heimweh1 ceaseless1 aching6 ,oh1 the black dividing sea and alien plain4 ,youth was cheap1 wherefore we sold it4 ,gold was good--we hoped to hold it1 ,and to-day we know the fullness of our gain4 ,gray dusk behind the tamarisks--the parrots fly together-- ,as the sun is sinking slowly over ,home2 ,and the last ray seems to mock us shackled in a lifelong tether ,that drags us back howe'er so far we roam4 ,hard her service1 poor her payment--she in ancient1 tattered raiment-- ,india1 she the grim stepmother of our kind4 ,if a year of life be lent her1 if her temple's shrine we enter1 ,the door is shut--we may not look behind4 ,black night behind the tamarisks--the owls begin their chorus-- ,as the conches from the temple scream and bray4 ,with fruitless years behind us1 and the hopeless years before us1 ,let us honor1 ,o my brothers1 ,christmas ,day6 ,call a truce1 then1 to our labors--let us feast with friends and neighbors1 ,and be merry as the custom of our caste2 ,for if 8faint and forced the laughter10 and if sadness follow after1 ,we are richer by one mocking ,christmas past4 ,,the ,,bells ,,of ,,shandon ,,by ,,francis ,,mahony ,with deep affection ,and recollection ,i often think of ,those ,shandon bells1 ,whose sound so wild would1 ,in the days of childhood1 ,fling round my cradle ,their magic spells4 ,on this ,i ponder ,where'er ,i wander1 ,and thus grow fonder1 ,sweet ,cork1 of thee-- ,with thy bells of ,shandon ,that sound so grand on ,the pleasant waters ,of the ,river ,lee4 ,i've heard bells chiming ,full many a clime in1 ,tolling sublime in ,cathedral shrine2 ,while at a glib rate ,brass tongues would vibrate2 ,but all their music ,spoke naught like thine4 ,for memory1 dwelling ,on each proud swelling ,of thy belfry1 knelling ,its bold notes free1 ,made the bells of ,shandon ,sound far more grand1 on ,the pleasant waters ,of the ,river ,lee4 ,i've heard bells tolling ,old ,adrian's ,mole in ,their thunder rolling ,from the ,vatican2 ,and cymbals glorious ,swinging uproarious ,in the gorgeous turrets ,of ,notre ,dame2 ,but thy sounds were sweeter ,than the dome of ,peter ,flings o'er the ,tiber1 ,pealing solemnly4 ,o1 the bells of ,shandon ,sound far more grand1 on ,the pleasant waters ,of the ,river ,lee4 ,there's a bell in ,moscow ,where on tower and kiosko ,in ,saint ,sophia ,the ,turkman gets1 ,and loud in air ,calls men to prayer1 ,from the tapering summits ,of tall minarets4 ,such empty phantom ,i freely grant them2 ,but there's an anthem ,more dear to me2 ',tis the bells of ,shandon ,that sounds so grand1 on ,the pleasant waters ,of the ,river ,lee4 ,,the ,,day ,,and ,,the ,,work ,,by ,,edwin ,,markham ,to each man is given a day and his work for the day2 ,and once1 and no more1 he is given to travel this way4 ,and woe if he flies from the task1 whatever the odds2 ,for the task is appointed to him on the scroll of the gods4 ,there is waiting a work where only your hands can avail2 ,and so if you falter1 a chord in the music will fail4 ,we may laugh to the sky1 we may lie for an hour in the sun2 ,but we dare not go hence till the labor appointed is done4 ,to each man is given a marble to carve for the wall1 ,a stone that is needed to heighten the beauty of all2 ,and only his soul has the magic to give it a grace1 ,and only his hands have the cunning to put it in place4 ,we are given one hour to parley and struggle with ,fate1 ,our wild hearts filled with the dream1 our brains with the high debate4 ,it is given to look on life once1 and once only to die3 ,one testing1 and then at a sign we go out of this sky4 ,and the task that is given to each man no other can do2 ,so the work is awaiting3 it has waited through ages for you4 ,and now you appear2 and the ,hushed ,ones are turning their gaze ,to see what you do with your chance in the chamber of days4 ,,the ,,land ,,of ,,heart',s ,,regret ,w4 ,t4 ,p4 ,this exquisite threnody was written by the 8gardener poet0 of ,california1 ,samuel ,j4 ,alexander1 of ,san ,mateo4 ,the local geographical references will be understood only by those familiar with the country1 but the cry of the bereaved heart and life will find immediate response from the universal heart4 ,as a poem of deep1 tender emotion1 its study and rendition orally will be more than well repaid4 ,dawn on the hill tops flushes red ,in the ,day's embrace1 and her blush is spread ,a benediction above the dead4 ,dawn1 and ,i stand again with ,dawn ,on the jeweled turf of ,cypress ,lawn4 ,grief led my feet1 by ,reverence shod1 ,into the presence of the ,god1 ,the gentle ,god1 ,who1 compassionate1 ,welcome's ,life's ,beggars within ,his gate4 ,so ,i went soft shod1 with eyes grown dim1 ,through ,his ,house ,beautiful with ,him4 ,and with hushed heart ,i sought and found ,a ,grave more dear than the graves around4 ,did ,i think to find thee shut in and hid ,in a man-made box1 'neath a man-made lid8 ,thou1 from the sunlight hidden away1 ,who wert dew of the dawn and flame of day6 ,thou fettered by ,silence8 ,why1 thy voice ,called up the ,dawn and bade ,day rejoice4 ,thou circled by shadows8 ,why1 thine eyes ,were forest pools beneath starry skies4 ,and ,day might have claimed1 to illume his crown1 ,their starlight tangled in deeps of brown4 ,with what reluctance1 and with what dread1 ,i1 who loved thee living1 have sought thee dead4 ,and all unwilling1 my feet were drawn ,by a will compelling that led them on4 ,i have come to seek thee2 the way was long1 ,for the years between us rose high and strong4 ,i have come to seek thee1 who held thee dear1 ,but ,i may not find thee1 who art not here4 ,life was a song2 and sun and moon ,wove all color into the tune4 ,life was a jewel2 we laughed and pressed ,the glowing ruby against our breast4 ,life was a bubble2 we tossed it high1 ,up to the rainbow that spanned our sky4 ,life was a magic mantle1 wove ,by fairy hands1 in a charmd grove1 ,wherewith we wrapped ourselves around ,in wide1 free spaces1 where ,god is found4 ,life was a torrent1 that overflowed ,san ,bruno's mountains and ,mission ,road2 ,canyons1 gashed in a mountain wall1 ,with the wound healed over by chapparal2 ,mist-clad hollows1 and gusty plains1 ,curbed by the wind with galling reins4 ,colma1 cradled green hills between2 ,belmont1 tossed upon waves of green2 ,woodside mountains and ,alma's woods1 ,la ,honda's ,altar of ,solitudes2 ,world's ,edge hills1 where the road goes down ,in a tangle of curves to ,spanishtown2 ,ocean ,view and ,san ,pedro beach1 ,these are the heart's red throbs of speech4 ,these are the holy names that stand ,guide ,posts of ,god into ,holy ,land4 ,and these are the ,calvary ,stations1 set ,on my way through ,the ,land of ,heart's ,regret4 ,life no longer imperious calls ,with a silver trumpet from golden walls4 ,my ears grow dull and my eyes grow dim1 ,he wearies of me1 as ,i of him4 ,i will rise2 ,i will go my ways and pass ,from that ,i am unto that ,i was4 ,i will drug my senses and drown my soul ,where the incense clouds from the altar roll1 ,in the golden shrine1 with the golden key1 ,where dwells our ,lady of ,memory4 ,though new grief grow with the old heart hurt1 ,here shall ,i see thee as thou wert4 ,still companion on lonely hill1 ,in forest solitude1 comrade still4 ,and ,memory led me by the hand ,from ,god's ,field1 back into ,holy ,land1 ,lit by the wonderful afterglow ,of a day that withered long ago4 ,and the gum trees moved their lips and spoke ,in the alien language of the oak4 ,and there grew up tall before my eyes ,pillared redwoods1 that prop the skies4 ,and we stood again where the lilies stand1 ,torches1 lighting a twilight land2 ,lamps of the forest1 flashing red1 ,while the darkness gathered overhead4 ,for1 robed in her purple1 the ,night came down1 ,weaving the starlight into her gown2 ,and the moon arose1 like a bubble1 blown ,by the children playing about ,christ's ,throne2 ,and the iridescent gem was set ,as an opal in her coronet4 ,and our souls flashed up above the night1 ,and clung together and made one light4 ,and the brook swept by1 and as it went ,sang us the song of heart's content4 ,and our campfire set its smoke unfurled ,a flag on the roof of the fair1 green world4 ,now1 ,la ,honda's sacred solitudes ,vainly call me from hills and woods2 ,these for me shall remain untrod1 ,sacred to ,memory and to ,god4 ,but these and thee ,i shall not forget ,till ,grief wed ,joy and divorce ,regret4 ,and by all that was and by all that is1 ,and for all that we were1 ,i ask thee this1 ,friend of my ,past1 grow not too high1 ,that ,i may reach unto thee1 even ,i1 ,when1 with eyes grown clearer1 ,i see thine eyes ,as the ,dawn of ,remembered ,days arise1 ,or as ,stars of ,home1 in the alien skies4 ,,vengeance ,,is ,,thine ,,by ,s4 ,j4 ,,alexander ,vengeance is ,mine1 saith the ,lord2 ,but there cometh the ,hour and the ,man1 ,and the tangled red knots of ,his ,plan ,cry out for the ,hand on ,his ,sword4 ,and these are the ,words that ,he saith1 ,and the ,will of the ,words of ,his ,mouth1 ,to the men of ,his ,lands of the ,south ,in the ,halls of ,his ,city of ,death3 8,i am slow to repay10 saith the ,lord3 8,my ,patience and ,mercy endure2 ,but the day of ,my ,vengeance is sure1 ,and ,this is ,my ,will and ,my ,word3 8,ye shall draw ,my ,sword out from its sheath2 ,ye shall strike at the bosom of ,guilt2 ,ye shall stab the red blade to its hilt ,in the black heart that lieth beneath4 8,with ,my ,name on your lips ye shall draw2 ,and the ,name which your lips may not speak ,ye shall bear in your soul1 as ye wreak ,the ultimate end of ,my ,law4 8,my ,anger encompassed them still ,when they took the ,black ,vow1 nothing loath2 ,my ,oath rose up over their oath1 ,and broke it and bent to ,my ,will4 8,i have waited1 withheld and withstood1 ,but ,i weary of all10 saith the ,lord1 8,and the ,cup of ,my ,anger1 long stored1 ,ye shall spill on the ,spillers of ,blood40 ,,to ,a ,,february ,,butterfly ,,by ,s4 ,j4 ,,alexander ,rainbow that flasheth by1 ,flower that flieth1 ,sunshine from summer sky1 ,jewel that dieth2 ,winter still lingers near1 ,ruthlessly cruel1 ,why hast thou entered here1 ,flower and jewel8 ,out of what tropic sky1 ,camest thou1 gleaming1 ,thrilled with a purpose high1 ,psyche-like dreaming8 ,now1 in thy poverty ,dost thou inherit ,orchids of memory1 ,palms of the spirit4 ,wings of the butterfly1 ,soul of the ,poet1 ,drenched from a dripping sky1 ,scorned from below it2 ,broke on ,fate's torture wheel1 ,shattered asunder1 ,we1 who are wingd1 feel ,god's lightest thunder4 ,soul of the butterfly1 ,bravely wayfaring1 ,teach me1 that even ,i ,reach to thy daring4 ,now with our wings unfurled ,go we together ,out of this sodden world1 ,into fair weather4 ,,the ,,god',s ,,cup ,,by ,s4 ,j4 ,,alexander ,the ,sun ,god gave his radiant ,gift ,in a clay cup1 whose flaw and rift ,with many a blur and many a stain ,cried out to him1 and cried in vain1 ,for a fair vase of porcelain4 ,men looked at it before they quaffed ,the ,god's wine in its depths1 and laughed4 8,the thing's old-fashioned1 quite antique10 --,the cup1 in truth1 was ,attic ,greek-- 8,a cup1 one could not say a vase1 ,made for base uses of the base40 ,but if they pressed their lips to drink1 ,all heaven trembled on the brink ,like molten jewels1 welling up ,from the deep measure of the cup2 ,and in the glamor of the spell ,god's ,silence became audible2 ,the soundless music of the spheres ,rang through the ringing in their ears4 ,they heard the hum of ,attic bees ,upon ,hymettus2 and the seas ,rose up1 white lipped1 with dripping hair ,to teach the secret of ,despair2 ,yet more4 ,their ravished vision saw ,all ,glory flash above the flaw ,that men esteem as ,nature's law2 ,while ,fancy1 wiser1 sees the ,fates ,sit spinning at the ,ivory ,gates1 ,from whence ,divine ,illusion gives ,the evanescent gift that lives4 ,so1 swept on swelling waves of sound1 ,in seas of rapturous music drowned1 ,so1 tossed from height to upper height ,of the ,god's mountain peaks of light1 ,with trembling lip and gasping breath ,they drank ,his ,radiant ,life and ,death2 ,and deemed a jewel half divine ,the cup that held the ,sacred ,wine4 ,the wine1 in its too potent strength1 ,ate through the fragile clay at length2 ,the cup fell broken to the ground2 ,the ,god laughed at the ruin 'round2 ,his wine was spilt on every side1 ,and men1 men said1 8,the ,poet ,died40 ,,the ,,song ,,of ,,the ,,bullets ,,by ,,john ,,milton ,,scott ,i ,i cut the air and it sang to me ,like a serpent's hiss with its fangd kiss1 ,and the leaping leagues upsprang to me2 ,but ,i passed them all with the battle's call1 ,as with maddening joy ,i scream1 ,i screamed ,the death which the wrathful warrior dreamed4 ,the mad red death which the warrior dreamed4 ,i sing6 sing6 sing6 the wrathful warrior's song4 ,then ping6 ping6 ping6 'tis the wrathful warrior's wrong4 ,i red in the heart of the foe1 ,fulfilling the warrior's woe4 ,but this ,i see before ,i go-- ,a beauty blackening battle's show2 ,pictures of home in heart and brain ,that blot and blank in my war's refrain4 ,home among vines and green fields1 ,cattle and horses and sheep1 ,husband and wife in the joy of their life1 ,children that play1 children that pray1 ,on the bosom a babe and its lullabied sleep4 ,sleep6 sleep6 sleep6 my baby1 sleep6 ,christ is the shepherd of ,his sheep ,and lambs like you to ,his heart he folds1 ,and safely holds1 all safely holds4 ,till the dark night dies in the arms of day1 ,when ,he kisses my lamb awake to play4 ,sleep6 sleep6 sleep6 my baby1 sleep4 ',neath a ,belgian sky sang this lullaby4 ,but why2 why do the children cry1 ,as the husband true bids a brave good-by8 ,o why do the children and women weep ,as the war-woes over their gladness creep8 ,o this red6 red6 red6 ,o this blood ,i have shed ,when from rifles of warriors ,i leap2 ,and the pictures grow dim1 and the pictures grow blank1 ,but the weeds on this field will grow poison and rank4 ,siep6 siep6 siep6 ,the blood runs apace1 and gone is the face ,of baby and wife1 ,of love and of life ,siep6 siep6 siep6 ,when from rifles of warriors ,i leap4 ,this1 this is why sweet children cry ,and wives and mothers vainly weep4 ,,ii ,i tear the air1 and its fine silk rips ,as my kill-song sings from the rifle's lips1 ,i destroy air-joy which the glad birds sing ,when in love and life the winds they wing2 ,theirs is a song of love and life6 ,mine is a snarl of hate and strife6 ,the mad red snarl of hate and strife4 ,i sing6 sing6 sing6 the wrathful warrior's song4 ,then ping6 ping6 ping6 'tis the wrathful warrior's wrong4 ,i red in the heart of the foe1 ,fulfilling the warrior's woe4 ,but this ,i see before ,i go-- ,a beauty blackening battle's show2 ,pictures of home in heart and brain ,that blot and blank in my war's refrain4 ,a school1 a teacher and pupils bright1 ,lessons and laughter and play1 ,girls and boys in their school-day joys1 ,maid and youth in their search for truth2 ,then home in the shades of the rounded day4 ,sleep6 sleep6 sleep6 my baby1 sleep6 ,christ is the shepherd of ,his sheep1 ,and lambs like you to ,his heart he folds1 ,and safely holds1 all safely holds1 ,till the dark night dies in the arms of day1 ,when ,he kisses my lamb awake to play4 ,sleep6 sleep6 sleep6 my baby1 sleep4 ,in the ,german tongue this sleep-song sung4 ,but why2 why do the children cry1 ,as the husband true bids a brave good-by8 ,o why do the women and children weep ,as the war-woes over their gladness creep8 ,o this red6 red6 red6 ,o this blood ,i have shed ,when from rifles of warriors ,i leap2 ,and the pictures grow dim1 and the pictures grow blank1 ,but the weeds on this field will grow poison and rank4 ,siep6 siep6 siep6 ,the blood runs apace1 and gone is the face ,of baby and wife1 ,of love and of life4 ,siep6 siep6 siep6 ,when from rifles of warriors ,i leap4 ,this1 this is why sweet children cry ,and wives and mothers vainly weep4 ,,iii ,i murder the peace of summer winds2 ,i startle the kine and make dogs whine2 ,i'm the fury of fight1 ,i'm hell's delight2 ,i'm the black of death with its stiffening breath2 ,i'm insanity's shriek as ,i try to speak2 ,i am agony's glare and its wild despair2 ,i'm the hiss elate of the warrior's hate1 ,the mad1 red hiss of the warrior's hate4 ,i sing6 sing6 sing6 the wrathful warrior's song4 ,then ping6 ping6 ping6 'tis the wrathful warrior's wrong4 ,i red in the heart of the foe1 ,fulfilling the warrior's woe4 ,but this ,i see before ,i go-- ,a beauty blackening battle's show2 ,pictures of home in heart and brain ,that blot and blank in my war's refrain4 ,a hammer and anvil and lowly cot1 ,blossoms ashine and the fruitful vine1 ,the flying of sparks1 the singing of larks ,and the rapturing stir of the voice of her1 ,outsinging the larks in her joys divine4 ,sleep6 sleep6 sleep6 my baby1 sleep6 ,christ is the shepherd of ,his sheep1 ,and lambs like you to ,his heart he folds1 ,and safely holds1 all safely holds1 ,till the dark night dies in the arms of day1 ,when ,he kisses my lamb awake to play4 ,sleep6 sleep6 sleep6 my baby1 sleep4 ,in joy-hearted ,france sings this love's romance4 ,but why2 why do the children cry1 ,as the husband true bids a brave good-by8 ,o why do the children and women weep ,as the war-woes over their gladness creep8 ,o this red6 red6 red6 ,o this blood ,i have shed ,when from rifles of warriors ,i leap2 ,and the pictures grow dim1 and the pictures grow blank1 ,but the weeds on this field will grow poison and rank4 ,siep6 siep6 siep6 ,the blood runs apace1 and gone is the face ,of baby and wife1 ,of love and of life4 ,siep6 siep6 siep6 ,when from rifles of warriors ,i leap4 ,this1 this is why sweet children cry4 ,and wives and mothers vainly weep4 ,,iv ,i am rifle-sent1 and the air is rent ,in tatters and rags and stains2 ,i burn my path of the warrior's wrath ,too hot to be cooled by rains2 ,i murder the song of the rapturing thrush ,as ,i chant war's wrath with its ripping rush4 ,the mad red wrath with its ripping rush4 ,his is a song of love and life1 ,mine is a screech of hate and strife4 ,i sing6 sing6 sing6 the wrathful warrior's song4 ,then ping6 ping6 ping6 'tis the wrathful warrior's wrong4 ,i red in the heart of the foe1 ,fulfilling the warrior's woe4 ,but this ,i see before ,i go-- ,a beauty blackening battle's show2 ,pictures of home in heart and brain ,that blot and blank in my war's refrain4 ,a meadow alined by ,english lanes2 ,and ,shelley's lark is in the sky1 ,and ,shakespeare's sheep1 in clover deep2 ,a house by the spring and a grapevine swing1 ,a mother's song and a babe's reply4 ,sleep6 sleep6 sleep6 my baby1 sleep6 ,christ is the shepherd of ,his sheep1 ,and lambs like you to ,his heart he folds1 ,and safely holds1 all safely holds1 ,till the dark night dies in the arms of day1 ,when ,he kisses my lamb awake to play4 ,sleep6 sleep6 sleep6 my baby1 sleep4 ,child hearts rejoice in this ,english voice4 ,but why2 why do the children cry1 ,as the husband true bids a brave good-by8 ,o why do the children and women weep ,as the war-woes over their gladness creep8 ,o this red6 red6 red6 ,o this blood ,i have shed ,when from rifles of warriors ,i leap2 ,and the pictures grow dim1 and the pictures grow blank1 ,but the weeds on this field will grow poison and rank4 ,siep6 siep6 siep6 ,the blood runs apace1 and gone is the face ,of baby and wife1 ,of love and of life4 ,siep6 siep6 siep6 ,when from rifles of warriors ,i leap4 ,this1 this is why sweet children cry ,and wives and mothers vainly weep4 ,v ,i'm a blighting swift1 outflying storms1 ,i ruin and run as ,i shriek my fun2 ,with a screech of fear in the startled ear1 ,i crush the hope and distill the tear1 ,the tear of love1 the hope of hearts2 ,i blight and blast with ,destruction's arts4 ,with the mad1 red blight of ,destruction's arts4 ,i sing6 sing6 sing6 the wrathful warrior's song4 ,then ping6 ping6 ping6 'tis the wrathful warrior's wrong4 ,i red in the heart of the foe1 ,fulfilling the warrior's woe4 ,but this ,i see before ,i go-- ,a beauty blackening battle's show2 ,pictures of home in the heart and brain ,that blot and blank in my war's refrain4 ,the ,danube blue1 the ,alsatian heights1 ,and a lover who sings to his maiden true1 ,the song and the kiss1 the troth and its bliss1 ,two hearts abeat in the love complete1 ,and the brown eyes marry the eyes of blue4 ,sleep6 sleep6 sleep6 my baby1 sleep6 ,christ is the shepherd of ,his sheep1 ,and lambs like you to ,his heart he folds1 ,and safely holds1 all safely holds1 ,till the dark night dies in the arms of day1 ,when ,he kisses my lamb awake to play4 ,sleep6 sleep6 sleep6 my baby1 sleep4 ,an ,austrian sings these rapturings4 ,but why2 why do the children cry1 ,as the husband true bids a brave good-by8 ,o why do the children and women weep ,as the war-woes over their gladness creep8 ,o this red6 red6 red6 ,o this blood ,i have shed ,when from rifles of warriors ,i leap2 ,and the pictures grow dim1 and the pictures grow blank1 ,but the weeds on this field will grow poison and rank4 ,siep6 siep6 siep6 ,the blood runs apace1 and gone is the face ,of baby and wife1 ,of love and of life4 ,siep6 siep6 siep6 ,when from rifles of warriors ,i leap4 ,this1 this is why sweet children cry ,and wives and mothers vainly weep4 ,,vi ,i cut the air with growls of wrath2 ,i am black woe's bite as ,i bark and fight1 ,i'm the mad dog's fang1 and ,i lead the gang ,as we wolf together on war's red path2 ,we rend the flesh1 and we wreck the mind2 ,we're the war-wrath's lust1 and we're wild and blind1-- ,the red wrath's lust that is wild and blind4 ,i sing6 sing6 sing6 the wrathful warrior's song4 ,then ping6 ping6 ping6 'tis the wrathful warrior's wrong4 ,i red in the heart of the foe1 ,fulfilling the warrior's woe4 ,but this ,i see before ,i go-- ,a beauty blackening battle's show2 ,pictures of home in heart and brain ,that blot and blank in my war's refrain4 ,a bearded peasant and ,tolstoy's book1 ,fulfilling the ,christ's great way of peace1 ,his neighbors1 dear as the ripened year2 ',twas a neighbor's girl with laugh and curl ,who mothered his flock of the sweet increase4 ,sleep6 sleep6 sleep6 my baby1 sleep6 ,christ is the shepherd of ,his sheep1 ,and lambs like you to ,his heart he folds1 ,and safely holds1 all safely holds1 ,till the dark night dies in the arms of day1 ,when ,he kisses my lamb awake to play4 ,sleep6 sleep6 sleep6 my baby1 sleep4 ,like a ,russian dove croons this song of love4 ,but why2 why do the children cry1 ,as the husband true bids a brave good-by8 ,o why do the children and women weep ,as the war-woes over their gladness creep8 ,o this red6 red6 red6 ,o this blood ,i have shed ,when from rifles of warriors ,i leap2 ,and the pictures grow dim1 and the pictures grow blank1 ,but the weeds on this field will grow poison and rank4 ,siep6 siep6 siep6 ,the blood runs apace1 and gone is the face ,of baby and wife4 ,of love and of life4 ,siep6 siep6 siep6 ,when from rifles of warriors ,i leap4 ,this1 this is why sweet children cry ,and wives and mothers vainly weep4 ,,vii ',twas wild wrath-riot1 'twas riot of death1 ,this bacchanal black making war's red wrack1 ,this blood debauch and delirium1 ,love's hand palsied1 truth's tongue dumb1-- ,blotting brave brains of mothers' refrains1 ,voices of children1 enchantments of home1 ,the-,cathedral-of-man's earth-rounding dome ,which visioning together might well have wrought1 ,out of the heart of brothering thought4 ,and now that our screaming wrath is done1 ,and our place in the sky is filled with birds ,whose songs seem the voice of the gracious sun1 ,behind us the wrath and the ruin left1 ,we are bruised and broken in fields bereft ,of their gentle flocks and peaceful herds2 ,we know1 we know in our black war-woe1 ,there's not a grace of gain for it all1 ,there's not a spear of grain from it all4 ,o woe are we in this rusted red1 ,and woe the hearts which we've pierced and bled2 ,no honor is here1 no glory bright1 ,but shame that is deeper than speech can tell1 ,but shame that is blacker than pits of hell1 ,the shame of a night unblessed by light1 ,the shame of a brain with its murder stain1 ,and a heart in the grime of war's red crime4 ,woe6 woe6 woe1 is the end of the path ,that blackens and blights from war's red wrath4 ,this1 this is why sweet children cry ,and wives and mothers vainly weep-- ,as the war-woes over their gladness creep4 --,copyright1 #aiad1 by ,john ,milton ,scott1 and used by the author's kind permission4 ,,chapter ,,xii ,,impersonation ,by 8impersonation0 we mean the art of assuming for the time being the rle of some character in a story or a play4 ,we 8play the part10 we assume the carriage1 the gestures1 the quality of voice belonging to the character4 ,how do we acquire this art8 ,first3 ,we study the part carefully till we are sure we understand it4 ,second3 ,we visualize the scenes1 and live them over again in our own imagination4 ,third3 ,we begin to speak the lines4 ,we try different inflections1 different gestures which suggest themselves to us through our own experiences and our observation of characters in real life which are similar to those of the character we are depicting4 ,this careful observation of the mannerisms and eccentricities of real people aids very materially in interpretation4 ,finally3 ,we decide on the gestures and inflections which seem to us to most nearly interpret the part1 and these we practice over and over again until they become a part of our very being1 then we are ready to 8play the part40 ,,practice ,,selection ,merchant of ,venice ,enter old ,gobbo1 with a basket4 ,gobbo4--,master young man1 you1 ,i pray you1 which is the way to master ,jew's8 ,launcelot 7,aside74--,o heavens1 this my true-begotten father6 who1 being more than sand-blind1 high-gravel-blind1 knows me not3 ,i will try confusions with him4 ,gobbo4--,master young gentleman1 ,i pray you1 which is the way to master ,jew's8 ,launcelot4--,turn up on your right hand at the next turning1 but1 at the next turning of all1 on your left2 marry1 at the very next turning1 turn of no hand1 but turn down indirectly to the ,jew's house4 ,gobbo4--,by ,god's sonties1 'twill be a hard way to hit4 ,can you tell me whether one ,launcelot1 that dwells with him1 dwell with him or no8 ,launcelot4--,talk you of young ,master ,launcelot8 7,aside47 ,mark me now2 now will ,i raise the waters4 ,talk you of young ,master ,launcelot8 ,gobbo4--,no ,master1 sir1 but a poor man's son3 his father1 though ,i say't1 is an honest exceeding poor man1 and1 ,god be thank'd1 well to live4 ,launcelot4--,well1 let his father be what a will1 we talk of young ,master ,launcelot4 ,gobbo4--,your worship's friend1 and ,launcelot1 sir4 ,launcelot4--,but1 ,i pray you1 ergo1 old man1 ergo1 ,i beseech you1 talk you of young ,master ,launcelot8 ,gobbo4--,of ,launcelot1 an't please your mastership4 ,launcelot4--,ergo1 ,master ,launcelot4 ,talk not of ,master ,launcelot1 father2 for the young gentleman--according to ,fates1 and ,destinies1 and such odd saying1 the ,sisters ,three1 and such branches of learning--is1 indeed1 deceas'd2 or1 as you would say in plain terms1 gone to heaven4 ,gobbo4--,marry1 ,god forbid6 the boy was the very staff of my age1 my very prop4 ,launcelot 7,aside74--,do ,i look like a cudgel or a hovelpost1 a staff or a prop8--,do you know me1 father8 ,gobbo4--,alack the day1 ,i know you not1 young gentleman3 but1 ,i pray you1 tell me1 is my boy--,god rest his soul6--alive or dead8 ,launcelot4--,do you not know me1 father8 ,gobbo4--,alack1 sir1 ,i am sand-blind2 ,i know you not4 ,launcelot4--,nay1 indeed1 if you had your eyes1 you might fail of the knowing me3 it is a wise father that knows his own child4 ,well1 old man1 ,i will tell you news of your son3 give me your blessing4 ,truth will come to light2 murder cannot be hid long1--a man's son may2 but1 in the end1 truth will out4 ,gobbo4--,pray you1 sir1 stand up3 ,i am sure you are not ,launcelot1 my boy4 ,launcelot4--,pray you1 let's have no more fooling about it1 but give me your blessing3 ,i am ,launcelot1 your boy that was1 your son that is1 your child that shall be4 ,gobbo4--,i cannot think you are my son4 ,launcelot4--,i know not what ,i shall think of that3 but ,i am ,launcelot1 the ,jew's man2 and ,i am sure ,margery your wife is my mother4 ,gobbo4--,her name is ,margery1 indeed3 ,i'll be sworn1 if thou be ,launcelot1 thou art mine own flesh and blood4 ,lord1 worship'd might he be6 ,what a beard hast thou got6 thou hast got more hair on thy chin than ,dobbin1 my fill-horse1 has on his tail4 ,launcelot4--,it should seem1 then1 that ,dobbin's tail grows backward3 ,i am sure he had more hair of his tail than ,i have on my face1 when ,i last saw him4 ,gobbo4--,lord1 how art thou chang'd6 ,how dost thou and thy master agree8 ,i have brought him a present4 ,how 'gree you now8 ,launcelot4--,well1 well2 but1 for mine own part1 as ,i have set up my rest to run away1 so ,i will not rest till ,i have run some ground4 ,my master's a very ,jew3 give him a present6 give him a halter3 ,i am famish'd in his service2 you may tell every finger ,i have with my ribs4 ,father1 ,i am glad you are come3 give me your present to one ,master ,bassanio1 who1 indeed1 gives rare new liveries3 if ,i serve not him1 ,i will run as far as ,god has any ground4--,o rare fortune6 here comes the man3--to him1 father1 for ,i am a ,jew1 if ,i serve the ,jew any longer4 --,act ,,ii1 ,scene ,,ii1 ,lines #bi-ajd4 ,,hamlet',s ,,declaration ,,of ,,friendship ,hamlet4 ,what ho6 ,horatio6 ,horatio4 ,here1 sweet lord1 at your service4 ,hamlet4 ,horatio1 thou art e'en as just a man ,as e'er my conversation coped withal4 ,horatio4 ,o1 my dear lord1-- ,hamlet4 ,nay1 do not think ,i flatter2 ,for what advancement may ,i hope from thee ,that no revenue hast1 but thy good spirits1 ,to feed and clothe thee8 ,why should the poor be flatter'd8 ,no1 let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp1 ,and crook the pregnant hinges of the knee ,where thrift may follow fawning4 ,dost thou hear8 ,since my dear soul was mistress of her choice ,and could of men distinguish1 her election ,hath sealed thee for herself2 for thou hast been ,as one1 in suffering all1 that suffers nothing1 ,a man that fortune's buffets and rewards ,hast ta'en with equal thanks3 and blest are those ,whose blood and judgment are so well commingled ,that they are not a pipe for ,fortune's finger ,to sound what stop she pleases4 ,give me that man ,that is not passion's slave1 and ,i will wear him ,in my heart's core1 ay1 in my heart of hearts1 ,as ,i do thee4 --,from ,act ,,iii1 ,scene #b4 ,,othello',s ,,apology ,the speech calls for great dignity1 ease1 and power1 in both speech and manner4 ,most potent1 grave1 and reverend signiors1 ,my very noble and approved good masters1 ,that ,i have ta'en away this old man's daughter1 ,it is most true2 true1 ,i have married her3 ,the very head and front of my offending ,hath this extent1 no more4 ,rude am ,i in my speech1 ,and little bless'd with the soft phrase of peace2 ,for since these arms of mine had seven years' pith1 ,till now some nine moons wasted1 they have used ,their dearest action in the tented field1 ,and little of this great world can ,i speak1 ,more than pertains to feats of broil and battle1 ,and therefore little shall ,i grace my cause ,in speaking for myself4 ,yet1 by your gracious patience1 ,i will a round unvarnish'd tale deliver ,of my whole course of love2 what drugs1 what charms1 ,what conjuration1 and what mighty magic1-- ,for such proceeding ,i am charg'd withal1-- ,i won his daughter4 444 ,her father loved me2 oft invited me2 ,still question'd me the story of my life1 ,from year to year1--the battles1 sieges1 fortunes1 ,that ,i have pass'd4 ,i ran it through1 even from my boyish days1 ,to the very moment that he bade me tell it3 ,wherein ,i spake of most disastrous chances1 ,of moving accidents by flood and field1 ,of hair-breadth scapes i' the imminent deadly breach1 ,of being taken by the insolent foe ,and sold to slavery1 of my redemption thence ,and portance in my travels' history3 444 ,this to hear ,would ,desdemona seriously incline3 ,but still the house-affairs would draw her thence2 ,which ever as she could with haste despatch1 ,she'd come again1 and with a greedy ear ,devour up my discourse3 which ,i observing1 ,took once a pliant hour1 and found good means ,to draw from her a prayer of earnest heart ,that ,i would all my pilgrimage dilate1 ,whereof by parcels she had something heard1 ,but not intentively3 ,i did consent1 ,and often did beguile her of her tears1 ,when ,i did speak of some distressful stroke ,that my youth suffer'd4 ,my story being done1 ,she gave me for my pains a world of sighs3 ,she swore1 in faith1 'twas strange1 'twas passing strange1 ',twas pitiful1 'twas wondrous pitiful3 ,she wish'd she had not heard it1 yet she wish'd ,that heaven had made her such a man3 she thank'd me1 ,and bade me1 if ,i had a friend that loved her1 ,i should but teach him how to tell my story1 ,and that would woo her4 ,upon this hint ,i spake3 ,she loved me for the dangers ,i had pass'd2 ,and ,i lov'd her that she did pity them4 ,this only is the witchcraft ,i have used4 ,,the ,,seven ,,ages ,this is a succession of purely imaginative ideas which the voice should touch lightly4 ,in this speech one meets always the question of impersonation3 shall the mewling infant1 the whining schoolboy1 the sighing lover and the rest be imitated by the reader8 ,it is in better taste not to impersonate these seven characters beyond certain almost imperceptible hints which the gayety of ,jaques's mind might naturally throw off4 ,all the world's a stage1 ,and all the men and women merely players3 ,they have their exits and their entrances2 ,and one man in his time plays many parts1 ,his acts being seven ages4 ,at first the infant1 ,mewling and puking in the nurse's arms3 ,and then the whining schoolboy1 with his satchel ,and shining morning face1 creeping like snail ,unwillingly to school4 ,and then the lover1 ,sighing like furnace1 with a woeful ballad ,made to his mistress' eyebrow4 ,then a soldier1 ,full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard1 ,jealous in honor1 sudden and quick in quarrel1 ,seeking the bubble reputation ,even in the cannon's mouth4 ,and then the justice1 ,in fair round belly with good capon lined1 ,with eyes severe and beard of formal cut1 ,full of wise saws and modern instances2 ,and so he plays his part4 ,the sixth age shifts ,into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon1 ,with spectacles on nose and pouch on side2 ,his youthful hose1 well saved1 a world too wide ,for his shrunk shank2 and his big manly voice1 ,turning again toward childish treble1 pipes ,and whistles in his sound4 ,last scene of all1 ,that ends this strange eventful history1 ,is second childishness and mere oblivion1 ,sans teeth1 sans eyes1 sans taste1 sans everything4 --8,as ,you ,like it10 ,act ,,ii1 ,scene #g4 ,,solitude ,,preferred ,,to ,,court ,,life ,duke ,s4 ,now1 my co-mates and brothers in exile1 ,hath not old custom made this life more sweet ,than that of painted pomp8 ,are not these woods ,more free from peril than the envious court8 ,here feel we but the penalty of ,adam4 ,the season's difference1 as the icy fang ,and churlish chiding of the winter's wind1 ,which1 when it bite and blows upon my body1 ,even till ,i shrink with cold1 ,i smile and say ',tis no flattery2 these are counselors ,that feelingly persuade me what ,i am4 ,sweet are the uses of adversity1 ,which1 like the toad1 ugly and venomous1 ,wears yet a precious jewel in his head2 ,and this our life1 exempt from public haunt1 ,finds tongues in trees1 books in the running brooks1 ,sermons in stones1 and good in everything4 ,i would not change it4 ,amiens4 ,happy is your grace1 ,that can translate the stubbornness of fortune ,into so quiet and so sweet a style4 444 ,duke ,s4 ,come1 shall we go and kill us venison8 ,and yet it irks me the poor dappled fools1 ,being native burghers of this desert city1 ,should in their own confines with forked heads ,have their round haunches gor'd4 --8,as ,you ,like ,it10 ,act ,,ii4 ,,the ,,potion ,,scene ,,scene3 ,,juliet',s ,,chamber 7,enter ,juliet and ,nurse1 who bears wedding garments47 ,juliet 7looking at garments74 ,ay1 those attires are best2 but1 gentle nurse1 ,i pray thee1 leave me to myself to-night2 ,for ,i have need of many orisons ,to move the heavens to smile upon my state1 ,which1 well thou knowest1 is cross and full of sin4 7,enter ,lady ,capulet47 ,lady ,capulet4 ,what are you busy1 ho8 need you my help8 ,juliet4 ,no1 madam2 we have cull'd such necessaries ,as are behoveful for our state to-morrow3 ,so please you1 let me now be left alone1 ,and let the nurse this night sit up with you2 ,for1 ,i am sure1 you have your hands full all1 ,in this so sudden business4 ,lady ,capulet 7crossing and kissing ,juliet on the forehead74 ,good night2 ,get thee to bed and rest1 for thou hast need4 7,exit ,lady ,capulet with nurse47 ,juliet 7looking after them74 ,farewell6 ,god knows when we shall meet again4 ,i have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins1 ,that almost freezes up the heat of life3 ,i'll call them back again to comfort me4 7,runs to ,r47 ,nurse6 ,what should she do there8 ,my dismal scene ,i needs must act alone4 ,come1 vial4 7,takes vial from bosom47 ,what if this mixture do not work at all8 ,shall ,i be married then to-morrow morning8 ,no1 no6 7draws dagger7 this shall forbid it4 7,lays dagger on table47 ,lie you there4 7,to vial47 ,what if it be a poison1 which the friar ,subtly hath ministered to have me dead1 ,lest in this marriage he should be dishonored ,because he married me before to ,romeo8 ,i fear it is2 and yet1 methinks1 it should not1 ,for he hath still been tried a holy man4 7,puts vial in bosom47 ,how if1 when ,i am laid into the tomb1 ,i wake before the time that ,romeo ,come to redeem me8 there's a fearful point6 ,shall ,i not then be stifled in the vault1 ,to whose foul mouth no healthsome air breathes in1 ,and there die strangled ere my ,romeo comes8 ,or1 if ,i live1 is it not very like1 ,the horrible conceit of death and night1 ,together with the terror of the place1-- ,as in a vault1 an ancient receptacle1 ,where1 for these many hundred years1 the bones ,of all my buried ancestors are packed2 ,where bloody ,tybalt1 yet but green in earth1 ,lies festering in his shroud2 where as they say1 ,at some hours in the night spirits resort2 444 ,o1 if ,i wake1 shall ,i not be distraught1 ,environed with all these hideous fears8 ,and madly play with my forefathers' joints8 ,and pluck the mangled ,tybalt from his shroud8 ,and1 in this rage1 with some great kinsman's bone1 ,as with a club1 dash out my desperate brains8 ,o1 look6 methinks ,i see my cousin's ghost ,seeking out ,romeo1 444 ,stay1 ,tybalt1 stay6-- ,romeo1 ,i come6 7,drawing out vial--then cork47 ,this do ,i drink to thee4 7,throws away vial4 ,she is overcome and sinks to the floor47 --,from 8,romeo and ,juliet10 ,act ,,iv1 ,scene #c4 ,,banishment ,,scene ,,scene ,,iii1 ,a ,,room ,,in ,,the ,,palace 7,enter ,celia and ,rosalind47 ,cel4 ,why1 cousin2 why ,rosalind2--,cupid have mercy2--,not a word8 ,ros4 ,not one to throw to a dog4 ,cel4 ,no1 thy words are too precious to be cast away upon curs1 throw some of them at me2 come1 lame me with reasons4 ,ros4 ,then there were two cousins laid up2 when the one should be lamed with reasons1 and the other mad without any4 ,cel4 ,but is all this for your father8 ,ros4 ,no1 some of it for my father's child3 ,o1 how full of briars is this working-day world6 ,cel4 ,they are but burrs1 cousin1 thrown upon thee in holiday foolery2 if we walk not in the trodden paths1 our very coats will catch them4 ,ros4 ,i could shake them off my coat2 these burrs are in my heart4 ,cel4 ,hem them away4 ,ros4 ,i would try2 if ,i could cry hem1 and have him4 ,cel4 ,come1 come1 wrestle with thy affections4 ,ros4 ,o1 they take the part of a better wrestler than myself4 ,cel4 ,is it possible1 on such a sudden1 you should fall into so strong a liking with old ,sir ,rowland's youngest son8 ,ros4 ,the duke my father lov'd his father dearly4 ,cel4 ,doth it therefore ensue1 that you should love his son dearly8 ,by this kind of chase1 ,i should hate him1 for my father hated his father dearly2 yet ,i hate not ,orlando4 ,ros4 ,no 'faith1 hate him not1 for my sake4 ,cel4 ,why should ,i not8 ,doth he not deserve well8 ,ros4 ,let me love him for that2 and do you love him1 because ,i do3 ,look1 here comes the duke4 ,cel4 ,with his eyes full of anger4 7,enter ,duke ,frederick1 with ,lords47 ,duke ,f4 ,mistress1 despatch you with your safest haste1 and get you from our ,court4 ,ros4 ,me1 uncle8 ,duke ,f4 ,you1 cousin1 within these ten days if thou be'st found so near our public court as twenty miles1 thou diest for it4 ,ros4 ,i do beseech your grace1 let me the knowledge of my fault bear with me3 if with myself ,i hold intelligence1 or have acquaintance with mine own desires2 if that ,i do not dream1 or be not frantic 7as ,i do trust ,i am not71 then1 dear uncle1 never so much as in a thought unborn1 did ,i offend your highness4 ,duke ,f4 ,thus do all traitors1 if their purgation did consist in words1 they are as innocent as grace itself3 let it suffice thee1 that ,i trust thee not4 ,ros4 ,yet your mistrust cannot make me a traitor3 tell me1 whereon the likelihood depends4 ,duke ,f4 ,thou art thy father's daughter1 there's enough4 ,ros4 ,so was ,i1 when your highness took his dukedom2 so was ,i1 when your highness banish'd him3 treason is not inherited1 my lord3 or1 if we did derive it from our friends1 what's that to me8 my father was no traitor3 then1 good my liege1 mistake me not so much1 to think my poverty is treacherous4 ,cel4 ,dear sovereign1 hear me speak4 ,duke ,f4 ,aye1 ,celia2 we stay'd here for your sake4 ,else had she with her father rang'd along4 ,cel4 ,i did not then entreat to have her stay1 it was your pleasure1 and your own remorse2 ,i was too young that time to value her1 but now ,i know her2 if she be a traitor1 so am ,i3 we still have slept together2 rose at an instant1 learn'd1 play'd1 eat together2 ,and wheresoe'er we went1 like ,juno's swans1 ,still we went coupled1 and inseparable4 ,duke ,f4 ,she is too subtle for thee2 and her smoothness1 ,her very silence1 and her patience1 ,speak to the people and they pity her4 ,thou art a fool3 she robs thee of thy name2 ,and thou wilt show more bright1 and seem more virtuous1 ,when she is gone3 then open not thy lips2 ,firm and irrevocable is my doom ,which ,i have pass'd upon her2 she is banish'd4 ,cel4 ,pronounce that sentence then on me1 my liege2 ,i cannot live out of her company4 ,duke ,f4 ,you are a fool3--,you1 niece1 provide yourself2 ,if you outstay the time1 upon my honor1 ,and in the greatness of my word1 you die4 7,exeunt ,duke ,frederick and ,lords47 ,cel4 ,o my poor ,rosalind3 whither wilt thou go8 ,wilt thou change fathers8 ,i will give thee mine4 ,i charge thee1 be not thou more griev'd than ,i am4 ,ros4 ,i have more cause4 ,cel4 ,thou hast not1 cousin1 ,pr'ythee1 be cheerful3 know'st thou not1 the duke ,hath banish'd me his daughter8 ,ros4 ,that he hath not4 ,cel4 ,no8 hath not8 ,rosalind lacks then the love ,which teaches thee that thou and ,i art one3 ,shall we be sunder'd8 shall we part1 sweet girl8 ,no2 let my father seek another heir4 ,therefore devise with me1 how we may fly1 ,whither to go1 and what to bear with us3 ,and do not seek to take your charge upon you1 ,to bear your griefs yourself1 and leave me out2 ,for by this heaven1 now at our sorrows pale1 ,say what thou can'st1 ,i'll go along with thee4 ,ros4 ,why1 whither shall we go8 ,cel4 ,to seek my uncle4 ,ros4 ,alas1 what danger will it be to us1 ,maids as we are1 to travel so far8 ,beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold4 ,cel4 ,i'll put myself in poor and mean attire1 ,and with a kind of umber smirch my face2 ,the like do you2 so shall we pass along1 ,and never stir assailants4 ,ros4 ,were it not better1 ,because that ,i am more than common tall1 ,that ,i did suit me in all points like a man8 ,a boar-spear in my hand2 and in my heart ,lie there what hidden woman's fear there will1 ,we'll have a swashing and a martial outside2 ,as many other mannish cowards have1 ,that do outface it with their semblances4 ,cel4 ,what shall ,i call thee when thou art a man8 ,ros4 ,i'll have no other worse than ,jove's own page1 ,and therefore1 look you1 call me ,ganymede4 ,but what will you be call'd8 ,cel4 ,something that hath a reference to my state3 ,no longer ,celia1 but ,aliena4 ,ros4 ,but1 cousin1 what if we assayed to steal ,the clownish fool out of your father's court8 ,would he not be a comfort to our travel8 ,cel4 ,he'll go along o'er the wide world with me2 ,leave me alone to woo him3 ,let's away ,and get our jewels and our wealth together2 ,devise the fittest time1 and safest way ,to hide us from pursuit that will be made ,after my flight3 ,now go we in content1 ,to liberty1 and not to banishment4 --,from 8,as ,you ,like ,it10 ,act ,i4 ,,corydon ,,by ,,thomas ,,bailey ,,aldrich ,,scene1 ,a ,,road-,,side ,,in ,,arcady ,shepherd4 ,good sir1 have you seen pass this way ,a mischief straight from market-day8 ,you'd know her at a glance1 ,i think2 ,her eyes are blue1 her lips are pink2 ,she has a way of looking back ,over her shoulder1 and alack6 ,who gets that look one time1 good sir1 ,has naught to do but follow4 ,pilgrim4 ,i have not seen this maid methinks1 ,though she that passed had lips like pinks4 ,shepherd4 ,or like two strawberries made one ,by some sly trick of dew and sun4 ,pilgrim4 ,a poet4 ,shepherd4 ,nay1 a simple swain ,that tends his flocks on yonder plain ,naught else ,i swear by book and bell4 ,but she that passed you marked her well ,was she not smooth as any be ,that dwells here--in ,arcady8 ,pilgrim4 ,her skin was the satin bark of birches4 ,shepherd4 ,light or dark8 ,pilgrim4 ,quite dark4 ,shepherd4 ,then 'twas not she4 ,pilgrim4 ,the peaches side ,that next the sun is not so dyed ,as was her cheek4 ,her hair hung down ,like summer twilight falling brown2 ,and when the breeze swept by1 ,i wist ,her face was in a somber twist4 ,shepherd4 ,no that is not the maid ,i seek2 ,her hair lies gold against her cheek1 ,her yellow tresses take the morn1 ,like silken tassels of the corn1 ,and yet brown-locks are far from bad4 ,pilgrim4 ,now ,i bethink me this one had ,a figure like the willow tree ,which1 slight and supple1 wondrously ,inclines to droop with pensive grace1 ,and still retain its proper place4 ,a foot so arched and very small ,the marvel was she walked at all2 ,her hand in sooth1 ,i lack for words-- ,her hand1 five slender snow-white birds1 ,her voice1 tho' she but said 8,god ,speed0-- ,was melody blown through a reed2 ,the girl ,pan changed into a pipe ,had not a note so full and rife4 ,and then her eye--my lad1 her eye6 ,discreet1 inviting1 candid1 shy1 ,an outward ice1 an inward fire1 ,and lashes to the heart's desire4 ,soft fringes blacker than the sloe-- ,shepherd4 ,good sir1 which way did this one go8 ,pilgrim4 ,so he is off6 ,the silly youth ,knoweth not love in sober sooth1 ,he loves--thus lads at first are blind-- ,no woman1 only womankind4 ,i needs must laugh1 for by the mass ,no maid at all did this way pass4 ,,part ,,four ,oratoric ,reading and the ,art of ,public ,speech ,discussion of forceful speech in making history4 ,value of forceful speech4 ,practice selections4 ,,hamlet',s ,,instruction ,,to ,,the ,,players ,speak the speech1 ,i pray you1 as ,i pronounced it to you1--trippingly on the tongue2 but if you mouth it1 as many of our players do1 ,i had as lief the town-crier spake my lines4 ,nor do not saw the air too much with your hand1 thus1 but use all gently2 for in the very torrent1 tempest1 and1 as ,i may say1 whirlwind of your passion1 you must acquire and beget a temperance1 that may give it smoothness4 ,oh6 it offends me to the soul to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters1--to very rags1--to split the ears of the groundlings2 who1 for the most part1 are capable of nothing but inexplicable dumb show and noise4 ,i would have such a fellow whipped for o'erdoing ,termagant2 it out-herods ,herod4 ,pray you avoid it4 --,,shakespeare4 ,,chapter ,,xiii ,,oratoric ,,reading ,,and ,,the ,,art ,,of ,,public ,,speech ,upon this important subject of public speaking1 and the interpretation of the addresses made by others1 great men have thus expressed themselves3 ,dr4 ,charles ,w4 ,eliot1 formerly ,president of ,harvard ,university1 says3 8,have we not all seen1 in recent years1 that leading men of business have a great need of a highly trained power of clear and convincing expression8 ,business men seem to me to need1 in speech and writing1 all the ,roman terseness and the ,french clearness4 ,that one attainment is sufficient reward for the whole long course of twelve years spent in liberal study40 ,abraham ,lincoln likewise said3 8,extemporaneous speaking should be practiced and cultivated4 ,it is the lawyer's avenue to the public4 ,however able and faithful he may be in other respects1 people are slow to bring him business if he can not make a speech40 ,every thinker knows what a vital part eloquence plays in national as well as individual welfare4 ,if at first thought effective speaking seems a simple thing and a superficial part of education1 on mature thought and consideration it will be found to be one of the most complex1 vital and difficult problems that education has to meet4 ,and yet1 notwithstanding this complexity of the problem1 the teacher is cheered by the delightful assurance of giving the student a consciousness of his latent talents and the ability to reveal and make use of them for the proper influencing of his fellow men4 ,there is a belief fairly commonly held that only a limited few need study the art of public speaking4 ,never was there a greater error or a more fatal mistake--especially in a republic like ours1 where every man should be vitally interested in public affairs4 ,no single citizen can afford not to be able to stand before his fellows and clearly1 pleasingly and convincingly present his ideas upon any subject of local1 state1 or national importance4 ,it is no more an ornamental accomplishment than is grammar1 penmanship or simple arithmetic4 ,it should be as universal as 8the three r's40 ,the hints and selections that follow are carefully chosen to incite every good citizen to the acquirement of this useful and practical aid for his own benefit as well as that of his fellows4 ,all the lessons and analyses that have gone before in these pages will materially aid in the elucidation of these brief lessons4 ,the basis for development in ,effective ,speaking rests upon one's bodily1 emotional and mental agencies of expression1 and a knowledge of their respective importance and efficient use4 ,that which counts most for development is conscientious practice2 without which1 progress is impossible4 ,there are three definite means of communicating thought and feeling to others3 7a7 ,pantomime3 face1 hands1 body2 7b7 ,vocal3 tone sound2 7c7 ,verbal3 words1 which are conventional symbols manifesting mental and emotional states4 ,the problem1 then1 is to obtain a harmonious cordination of these three languages4 ,in other words1 the content of the word when spoken should be reflected in the tone and in the body4 ,thus speech becomes effective merely because it receives its just and fair consideration4 ,with this general understanding let us take up and master the successive steps which ultimately lead to a realization of the desired end4 ,the first important essential of effective speaking is the ,spirit of ,directness4 ,by this is meant natural1 unaffected speech4 ,nothing can be more important than that the person speaking use in public address the ordinary elements of ,conversation4 ,hence1 the first step is practice in natural speaking4 ,commit to memory ,hamlet's ,instructions to the ,players given on a preceding page4 ,do this not line by line1 but the entire selection as a whole4 ,first3 ,read it through silently three times to familiarize yourself with the subject-matter4 ,second3 ,read it aloud at least five times4 ,third3 ,speak it conversationally at least five times from memory4 ,in this practice always be intensely conscious that you are addressing an individual and not an audience4 ,now take any of the prose or poetic selections from the earlier pages of this book1 memorize them1 after studying them as the instructions require1 and speak them directly and naturally1 in the ordinary conversational style4 ,sufficient practice in this is the necessary preparation for the next step1 viz41 the acquiring of a natural elevated conversational style1 which is merely another name for the higher type of public speaking4 ,commit all1 or a part1 of the following selections1 keeping in mind that in speaking them you are addressing a group of people4 ,,the ,,gettysburg ,,address ,,by ,,abraham ,,lincoln ,fourscore and seven years ago our fathers brought forth upon this continent a new nation1 conceived in liberty1 and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal4 ,now we are engaged in a great ,civil ,war1 testing whether that nation1 or any nation1 so conceived and so dedicated1 can long endure4 ,we are met on a great battlefield of that war4 ,we are met to dedicate a portion of it as the final resting place of those who here gave their lives that that nation might live4 ,it is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this4 ,but in a larger sense we cannot dedicate1 we cannot consecrate1 we cannot hallow this ground4 ,the brave men1 living and dead1 who struggled here1 have consecrated it far above our power to add or detract4 ,the world will little note1 nor long remember1 what we say here1 but it can never forget what they did here4 ,it is for us1 the living1 rather to be dedicated here to the unfinished work they have thus far so nobly carried on4 ,it is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us1 that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to the cause for which they gave their last full measure of devotion2 that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain1 that the ,union shall1 under ,god1 have a new birth of freedom1 and that the government of the people1 by the people1 and for the people1 shall not perish from the earth4 99 99 99 99 99 ,by this time you should have mastered ,ordinary ,conversational ,style2 ,elevated ,conversational ,style2 and ,abandon and ,flexibility of ,speech4 ,the next consideration is the importance of ,clearness4 ,clearness in speech means making prominent central words and subordinating unimportant words1 or phrases4 ,in other words1 the logical sequence of thought must be clearly shown4 ,this is brought about by a variety of inflections1 changes of pitch1 pause1 etc4 ,clearness in speech is dependent upon clearness of ,thinking4 ,it is important now to give full consideration to the subject of ,emphasis4 ,there are more ways than one of emphasizing your thought4 ,the most common way is by merely increasing the stress of voice upon a word4 ,this1 however1 is the most undignified form of emphasis4 ,it is common to ranters and 8soap-box0 orators and is one mark of an undisciplined and uncultured man4 ,remember that loudness is a purely physical element1 and does not manifest thought4 ,such emphasis is an appeal to the brute instinct1 and is only expressive of the lower emotions4 ,but ,inflection1 ,changes of ,pitch1 ,pause1 ,movement and ,tone-,color--as have been fully explained in preceding pages--all appeal to the exalted nature of man4 ,in proportion to the nobleness of an emotion or thought1 we find a tendency to accentuate these above-named elements4 ,such methods of emphasis are appropriate to the most disciplined and cultured man4 ,more than that1 they are the surest evidence of a great personality4 ,commit1 then make clear to the hearer1 the vital thought in the following3 ,he have arbitrary power6 ,my lords1 the ,east ,india ,company have not arbitrary power to give him2 the ,king has no arbitrary power to give him2 your ,lordships have not2 nor the ,commons2 nor the whole legislature4 ,we have no arbitrary power to give1 because arbitrary power is a thing which neither any man can hold nor any man can give4 ,no man can lawfully govern himself according to his own will1 much less can one person be governed by the will of another4 ,we are all born in subjection1 all born equally1 high and low1 governors and governed1 in subjection to one great1 immutable1 prexistent law1 prior to all our devices1 and prior to all our contrivances1 paramount to all our ideas and all our sensations1 antecedent to our very existence1 by which we are knit and connected in the eternal frame of the universe1 out of which we cannot stir4 ,extract from ,president ,wilson's ,inaugural ,address3 ,we shall deal with our economic system as it is and as it may be modified1 not as it might be if we had a clean sheet of paper to write upon2 and step by step we shall make it what it should be1 in the spirit of those who question their own wisdom and seek counsel and knowledge1 not shallow self-satisfaction or the excitement of excursions whither they cannot tell4 ,justice1 and only justice1 shall always be our motto4 ,and yet it will be no cool process of mere science4 ,the nation has been deeply stirred1 stirred by a solemn passion1 stirred by the knowledge of wrong1 of ideals lost1 of government too often debauched and made an instrument of evil4 ,the feelings with which we face this new age of right and opportunity sweep across our heartstrings like some air out of ,god's own presence1 where justice and mercy are reconciled and the judge and the brother are one4 ,we know our task to be no mere task of politics1 but a task which shall search us through and through1 whether we be able to understand our time and the need of our people1 whether we be indeed their spokesmen and interpreters1 whether we have the pure heart to comprehend and the rectified will to choose our high course of action4 ,this is not a day of triumph2 it is a day of dedication4 ,here muster1 not the forces of party1 but the forces of humanity4 ,men's hearts wait upon us2 men's lives hang in the balance2 men's hopes call upon us to say what we will do4 ,who shall live up to the great trust8 ,who dares fail to try8 ,i summon all honest men1 all patriotic1 all forward-looking men1 to my side4 ,god helping me1 ,i will not fail them1 if they will but counsel and sustain me6 ,,selections ,,for ,,part ,,four ,to gain control over public speech1 to learn to express himself well on his feet1 the speaker must both be constantly watchful over his every-day conversation and exercise himself much in writing4 ,only so can he make his tongue obey his will4-,,genung4 ,if then the power of speech is a gift as great as any that can be named1--if the origin of language is by many philosophers even considered to be nothing short of divine1--if by means of words the secrets of the heart are brought to light1 pain of soul is relieved1 hidden grief is carried off1 sympathy conveyed1 counsel imparted1 experience recorded1 and wisdom perpetuated1--if by great authors the many are drawn up into unity1 national character is fixed1 a people speaks1 the past and the future1 the ,east and the ,west are brought into communication with each other1--if such men are1 in a word1 the spokesmen and prophets of the human family1--it will not answer to make light of ,literature or to neglect its study2 rather we may be sure that1 in proportion as we master it in whatever language1 and imbibe its spirit1 we shall ourselves become in our own measure the ministers of like benefits to others1 be they many or few1 be they in the obscurer or the more distinguished walks of life1--who are united to us by social ties1 and are within the sphere of our personal influence4 --,,cardinal ,,newman4 ,a ,,vision ,,rises ,,by ,,robert ,g4 ,,ingersoll ,a vision of the future rises4444 ,i see a world where thrones have crumbled and where kings are dust1 the aristocracy of idleness has perished from the earth4 ,i see a world without a slave1 man at last is free4 ,nature's forces have by science been enslaved1 lightning and light1 wind and wave1 frost and flame1 and all the secret subtle powers of the earth and air are the tireless toilers for the human race4 ,i see a world at peace1 adorned with every form of art1 with music's myriad voices thrilled1 while lips are rich with words of love and truth2 a world in which no exile sighs1 no prisoner mourns2 a world on which the gibbet's shadow does not fall2 a world where labor reaps its full reward1 where work and worth go hand in hand1 where the poor girl1 trying to win bread with a needle--the needle that has been called 8the asp for the breast of the poor0--is not driven to the desperate choice of crime or death or suicide or shame4 ,i see a world without the beggar's outstretched palm1 the miser's heartless1 stony stare1 the piteous wail of want1 the livid lips of lies1 the cruel eyes of scorn4 ,i see a race without disease of flesh or brain--shapely and fair1 married harmony of form and function1 and as ,i look1 life lengthens1 joy deepens1 love canopies the earth2 and over all in the great dome shines the eternal star of human hope4 ,,creed ,,of ,,americanism ,i have faith that this government of ours was divinely ordained to disclose whether men are by nature fitted or can by education be made fit for self-government2 to teach ,jew and ,greek1 bondman and free1 alike1 the essential equality of all men before the law and to be tender and true to humanity everywhere and under all circumstances2 to reveal that service is the highest reward of life4444 ,i believe that the world1 now advancing and now retreating1 is nevertheless moving forward to a far-off divine event wherein the tongues of ,babel will again be blended in the language of a common brotherhood2 and ,i believe that ,i can reach the highest ideal of my tradition and my lineage as an ,american--as a man1 as a citizen and as a public official--when ,i judge my fellowmen without malice and with charity1 when ,i worry more about my own motives and conduct and less about the motives and conduct of others4 ,the time ,i am liable to be wholly wrong is when ,i know that ,i am absolutely right4444 ,i believe there is no finer form of government than the one under which we live and that ,i ought to be willing to live or to die1 as ,god decrees1 that it may not perish from off the earth through treachery within or through assault without2 and ,i believe that though my first right is to be a partisan1 that my first duty1 when the only principles on which free government can rest are being strained1 is to be a patriot and to follow in a wilderness of words that clear call which bids me guard and defend the ark of our national covenant4--,from 8,vice-,president ,marshall's ,inaugural ,address40 ,,what ,,is ,,our ,,country ,,by ,,governor ,,newton ,,booth 7,extract from speech delivered at ,sacramento1 ,calif41 ,august #ad1 #ahfb47 ,what is our country8 ,not alone the land and the sea1 the lakes and rivers1 and valleys and mountains2 not alone the people1 their customs and laws2 not alone the memories of the past1 the hopes of the future3 it is something more than all these combined4 ,it is a divine abstraction4 ,you cannot tell what it is2 but let its flag rustle above your head1 you feel its living presence in your hearts4 ,they tell us that our country must die2 that the sun and the stars will look down upon the great republic no more2 that already the black eagles of despotism are gathering in our political sky2 that1 even now1 kings and emperors are casting lots for the garments of our national glory4 ,it shall not be6 ,not yet1 not yet1 shall the nations lay the bleeding corpse of our country in the tomb4 ,if they could1 angels would roll the stone from the mouth of the sepulcher4 ,it would burst the casements of the grave and come forth a living presence1 8redeemed1 regenerated1 disenthralled40 ,not yet1 not yet shall the republic die6 ,the heavens are not darkened1 the stones are not rent6 ,it shall live1 the incarnation of freedom2 it shall live1 the embodiment of the power and majesty of the people4 ,baptized anew1 it shall stand a thousand years to come1 the ,colossus of the nations1--its feet upon the continents1 its scepter over the seas1 its forehead among the stars6--,from 8,notable ,speeches by ,notable ,speakers of the ,greater ,west10 by kind permission of the publishers2 ,the ,harr ,wagner ,company1 ,san ,francisco4 ,,pioneer ,,celebration ,,speech ,,by ,,frederick ,,palmer ,,tracey 7,delivered before the society of ,california ,pioneers1 ,september #i1 #aheh1 at their celebration of the eighth anniversary of the admission of the state into the ,union47 ,mr4 ,president1 and ,members of the ,society of ,california ,pioneers3 ,the great ,napoleon said1 8,i will review at ,cherbourg the marvels of ,egypt10 and that saying1 just now inscribed upon the pedestal of his statue standing amidst the new and massive fortifications of ,cherbourg1 startles ,england as a menace of war4 ,england may rest in quiet4 ,there will be no attempt to renew the marvels of ,bonaparte's ,egyptian campaign4 ,but both ,napoleons may have dreamed that in the gigantic moles of ,cherbourg they might rival the grandeur and strength of the ,pyramids1 and in its sculptures the glorious beauty of ,memnon and the ,sphinx4 ,and1 truly1 the vast dead marvels of ,egypt's architecture may be rivaled4 ,other tombs and temples may be hewn in the rocks2 other columns and obelisks may rise in beauty2 other sphinxes may in silence propose their eternal riddles to other lands2 and other pyramids may lift their mountain forms over the hushed plains crouching at their feet4 ,greater marvels even than ,egypt ever saw may be born of necessity and science1 and not ,cherbourg alone1 but this and other lands may yet behold them4 ,but who1 in any age or country1 or with any people1 shall renew the marvels of ,california1 and give to the world a second example of a nation so suddenly created1 gifted with the strength of ,hercules in its cradle1--born in the purple of its empire that shall endure forever8 ,a little more than ten years ago1 ,california lay in the indolence and silence of that summer noonday in which she had been basking for ages4 ,a few idle villages slept by the shores of her bays2 a few squalid ranches dotted the interior with patches of wretched cultivation4 ,there were herds of cattle in her valleys1 but they were almost valueless for the want of a market4 ,there were churches1 but their chiming bells woke only the echoes of a vast solitude4 ,the sun ripened only the harvest of wild oats on the hills1 and the beasts of prey made their lairs in security close by the abodes of men4 ,seldom did the vaquero in his solitary rounds hear the dip of the oar upon our rivers4 ,silence1 deep and everlasting1 brooded over all the land1 and the lone oaks on the hills appeared like sentinels keeping guard around the sleeping camp of nature4 ,the cession of the country to the ,united ,states by the treaty of ,guadalupe ,hidalgo1 and the discovery of gold in the early part of the year of #ahdh1 changed the whole scene as if by the power of magic4 ,as in the naumachia of old time1 the dry arena was instantly converted into a great lake on which contending navies struggled for the mastery2 so1 instantly on the discovery of gold1 ,california was filled with people as if they had risen from the earth4 ,the port of ,san ,francisco was crowded with vessels4 ,the rivers were alive with the multitudes that made them their highway1 and din of commerce broke forever the silence of centuries4 ,it seemed as if the people had stolen the lamp of ,aladdin1 and wished for the creation1 not of palaces merely1 but of royal cities1 and an empire of which these should be the chief places2 and at their wish1 the cities of our state arose1 not by slow1 toilsome growth1 but complete and princely at their very birth4 ,the rattle of the shovel and the pick was heard in every mountain gorge1 and a wide stream of gold flowed from the ,sierra to the sea4 ,the plains1 rejoicing in their marriage to industry1 bore fruitfully their yellow harvests4 ,villages1 hamlets1 farmhouses1 schools1 and churches sprang up everywhere2 wharves were built1 roads were opened2 stage-coaches and steamers crowded all profitable routes2 lands1 houses1 and labor rose to an enormous value2 and plenty1 with her blessings1 crowned the rolling year4 ,i paint no exaggerated picture of this magical change4 ,we have seen it with our eyes2 and though it seems like a dream1 so is it unlike anything in the history of the world1 in the range of human experience1 or in the field where imagination is wont to revel4 ,we know that it is all true1 and its truth is its greatest marvel4 ,yet it is not to be concealed that we have reason to fear that ,california's future may not be as prosperous as her past4 ,if free institutions shall be established here in the simplicity of truth and justice2 if public morality shall be substituted for the wild1 passionate life of our earlier times2 if industry and frugality shall expel indolence and thriftlessness from among us2 if the people shall be made to feel that ,california is their home1 and be controlled by the great ambition of making it a home worth loving and defending2 if we shall be united for the promotion and protection of our own state interests1 and shall banish from among us all influence of those who do not belong to us1--then indeed we cannot fail to secure a glorious future for our young state4 ,but if we fail in the great duties of upright men and patriotic citizens1 we can only expect to-- 8,run anew the evil race the old nations ran2 ,and die1 like them1 of unbelief in ,god and wrong of man40 ,that ,california has the material resources to make her not merely one of the first1 but the very first1 of the states of the ,union1 no one can doubt2 but the fostering care of the general government1 and the exertion of all the energies of our own people will be required to develop those resources and make our state what it is capable of becoming4 ,i have dreamed of the time when that great highway of commerce around the ,cape of ,good ,hope1 opened to the world by the ,portuguese navigators of the fifteenth century1 should be abandoned1 and long caravans of merchant ships1 treading the desert ocean that lies at our west1 should bring to our wharves the merchandise of ,china and the ,indies1 and give to us the profits of that vast trade which has built so many of the cities of ,europe and of ,asia2 when along the great ,atlantic and ,pacific ,railroad1 from ,san ,francisco to ,st4 ,louis1 and from ,st4 ,louis to the ,atlantic seaboard1 the transit of this wealth of the world1 like a turbid stream turned through our miners' sluice-boxes1 should everywhere deposit gold as it passed4 ,if ,california and the general government shall ever be aroused upon this subject1 and this great railway--the mightiest in its results of any enterprise ever projected by man--shall be completed1 a revolution will be accomplished in our state1 the marvels of which will be second only to those that accompanied our first settlement of the territory4 ,our population1 no longer stinted to a few hundred thousand1 will suddenly be counted by millions4 ,every valley will be fat with grain1 and the yellow harvest will wave on every hillside4 ,the hamlets will rise to villages1 the villages to towns1 and the towns to regal cities4 ,like the redwoods of our mountains1 the masts of the vessels of all nations will be forests in our ports1 and the white sails in the offing shall flock together as white doves when they come home to their nests4 ,then1 capital will seek investment among us1 and enterprise and industry will add wealth to wealth4 ,then will the hidden riches of the mines be explored1 and larger and more secure investments afford a profit that now is hardly dreamed of4 ,every resource of the state will be developed1 and ,california will become the mistress of the ,pacific1 rivaling not merely the richest commercial states of our own confederacy1 but the most powerful maritime nations that sit by the shores of the ,atlantic4 ,such ,california once was2 such ,california yet may be4 ,you1 pioneers1 who meet to-day to celebrate the eighth anniversary of her admission as a state of the ,union1--you1 and those whom you represent1 are the founders of this new commonwealth1 and on the direction you give her institutions and her enterprise her destiny for good or evil will depend4 ,i congratulate you1 ,pioneers of ,california1 on the proud position you occupy4 8,you are living1 you are dwelling1 ,in a grand and awful time1 ,in an age on ages telling1 ,to be living is sublime40 ,you are presiding at the birth of a nation2 you shape its destinies and mold its future according to your own will4 ,your works will speak for you in the coming ages4 ,if you make ,california glorious1 you will be immortal2 if you make her base and vile1 she will return her shame on your own heads4 ,it was my lot1 in #ahdh1 to witness the ,revolution that overturned the throne of ,france1 and drove ,louis ,philippe into exile1 and ,i thought it the fortune of a lifetime to be present at the downfall of a great government4 ,but how much more is the blood of ambition stirred by the creation of an empire1--of an empire that for centuries to come is to sit the undisputed mistress of these vast seas that spread themselves at our feet6 ,pioneers1 the men who come after you will rule only the hour in which they live4 ,you are the masters of the approaching centuries4 ,they come bending like slaves at your feet1 and wait to know your pleasure4 ,it is yours1 if you will1 to fill those centuries with the glory of ,california and your own high renown4 ,all that you do in these early plastic times of the state will remain stamped upon her forever1 and you sit here1 masters1 while the monuments of your own immortal fame are being built4 ,pioneers of ,california1 the eyes of the world are fixed upon this young state2 they are fixed upon you4 ,a great trust is committed to your hands by the events that have made you pioneers4 ,take care that you discharge that trust with honor to yourselves1 and so that ,california may achieve the glorious destiny that is her due4 ,take care that you so conduct the youth of this state1 that1 centuries hereafter1 your descendants may say proudly of their ancestors1 8,he came in with the pioneers40--,from 8,notable ,speeches by ,notable ,speakers of the ,greater ,west10 by the kind permission of the publisher1 the ,harr ,wagner ,company1 ,san ,francisco4 ,frederick ,palmer ,tracy was a ,california pioneer1 and attorney-at-law in ,san ,francisco1 and one of the founders of the ,republican party in ,california4 ,he was an eloquent political speaker in the early days when his party was in a hopeless minority4 ,he was a member of the ,california delegation to the ,chicago convention which nominated ,abraham ,lincoln for ,president of the ,united ,states1 and was appointed on the ,committee on ,platform and ,resolutions4 ,he drafted the famous platform of that convention1 which was adopted by the committee as he wrote it1 with only slight changes4 ,he was engaged in the ,lincoln campaign to stump the state of ,new ,york1 and died during that campaign1 worn out by exposure and loss of sleep4 ,,the ,,redwoods ,,by ,w4 ,h4 ,l4 ,,barnes 7,delivered at a midsummer 8jinks0 of the ,bohemian ,club of ,san ,francisco47 ,the possessor of a name more ancient than the crusaders will show you1 in the land of his birth1 ancestral trees that surround his lordly domain1 and proudly exhibit some gnarled and ugly oak1 which by him is associated with some distant event in his own family1 or with the history of the hoary races of the brave nation of which he forms a part4 ,here his ancestors builded a castle before the ,middle ,ages1 with defensive moat and parapet1 with keep and dungeon1 all long since fallen into ruin1--melted in the unperceived decay of ages1 or bruised into it by the vigor of the battering-ram of some gallant and feudal company4 ,he will say to you1 8,all these are mine4 ,they are part of my race1 and my race is of them40 ,but what are all his possessions--castle1 moat1 dungeon1 or gnarled oak--beside the ancient brotherhood of venerable trees to which we have been admitted1 and whose stately silence we have been permitted to break8 ,our trees were old before the ,roman invaded ,britain2 old before the ,saxon followed ,hengist and ,horsa2 old before the ,vikings sailed the northern seas4 ,for ages piled upon ages1 even before letters were known1 before history commenced to make its record of the doings of nations and races1 these trees and their ancestors builded and renewed their leafy castles4 ,the groupings of the present monarchs of the forest show that these are but the descendants of still more ancient growths2 were once nothing but saplings that sprung from the superabundant life of some giant trunk long since vanished1 and whose grave is sentineled by his stalwart children4 ,how shall we measure the vigor and force which they possess8 ,how shall we comprehend by what method the stately body1 ever rising in monumental force toward the skies1 draws its being from the deep and busy fingers of the roots1 and from them lifts the alchemized earth and water higher and still higher1 until both feed and nourish the smallest leaf and spear-point of the topmost shaft1--spear-point that1 in its turn1 is destined in some future age to become a stalwart trunk1 crowding with its growth ever upward and onward towards the stars8 ,who shall tell how1 through the eons of the long ago1 these trees have been silent and majestic watchers of the night and dawn and day of the world's life8 ,how shall we conjecture how long they have been welcoming the sun in his rising1 and have caught his last and lingering caress as he has disappeared in the glory of the evening sky8 ,how long have they been the vigil keepers of the night1 and watched the silent constellations sailing through the immensity of space8 ,who shall tell us if these trees caught1 perhaps1 the earliest song of the stars of the morning1 while above and beyond them1 unnumbered comet and meteor have shone and vanished8 ,how came these trees to this continent8 ,have they ever lived and burgeoned in some other happy land8 or are they the fruit of one sole and giant extravagance of nature1 exulting in the uppermost luxury of force1 and reveling in the very fullness of all power8 ,shall man solve the mystery8 ,nature is full of lessons yet to be learned1 but nowhere in air or earth or water is there more awe-inspiring strangeness than in these great growths whose wonder we have studied1 but with study fruitless of revelation4 ,to me1 during the days we spent in the forest1 the contemplation of the redwoods was never for a moment wearisome4 ,i have looked up along their marvelous length in the early morning1 when the frondent and topmost spear caught the first glimpse of the sun's glory1 and ,i have seen his afternoon rays flashing and glinting on emerald bough and purple trunk1 and at last losing themselves in the depths of a solemn and impenetrable shade4 ,i have lain at night on the dry earth and looked up at the closing vista of the dark boughs fretting the moonlight and shutting out the sparkle of the stars1 until their weird shapes seemed summited in their very pathway2 and ,i saw1 when ,pan killed ,care upon the mountain-side that overhung the grove1 such an illumination of the glory of the trees in purple and crimson and scarlet as shall forever make the ablest effort of the scenic artist stale1 tawdry1 unendurable4 ,,the ,,second ,,inaugural ,,address ,,by ,,abraham ,,lincoln 7,delivered from the steps of the ,capitol at ,washington1 #ahfe47 ,,fellow ,,countrymen3 ,at this second appearing to take the oath of the ,presidential office there is less occasion for an extended address than there was at first4 ,then a statement1 somewhat in detail1 of a course to be pursued seemed very fitting and proper4 ,now1 at the expiration of four years1 during which public declarations have been constantly called forth on every point and phase of the great contest which still absorbs the attention and engrosses the energies of the nation1 little that is new could be presented4 ,the progress of our arms1 upon which all else chiefly depends1 is as well known to the public as to myself1 and it is1 ,i trust1 reasonably satisfactory and encouraging to all4 ,with high hope for the future1 no prediction in regard to it is ventured4 ,on the occasion corresponding to this four years ago1 all thoughts were anxiously directed to an impending civil war4 ,all dreaded it1 all sought to avoid it4 ,while the inaugural address was being delivered from this place1 devoted altogether to saving the ,union without war1 insurgent agents were in the city seeking to destroy it with war--seeking to dissolve the ,union and divide the effects by negotiation4 ,both parties deprecated war1 but one of them would make war rather than let the nation survive1 and the other would accept war rather than let it perish1 and the war came4 ,one-eighth of the whole population were colored slaves1 not distributed generally over the ,union1 but localized in the southern part of it4 ,these slaves constituted a peculiar and powerful interest4 ,all knew that this interest was somehow the cause of the war4 ,to strengthen1 perpetuate1 and extend this interest was the object for which the insurgents would rend the ,union by war1 while the ,government claimed no right to do more than to restrict the territorial enlargement of it4 ,neither party expected for the war the magnitude or the duration which it has already attained4 ,neither anticipated that the cause of the conflict might cease when1 or even before1 the conflict itself should cease4 ,each looked for an easier triumph1 and a result less fundamental and astounding4 ,both read the same ,bible1 and pray to the same ,god1 and each invokes ,his aid against the other4 ,it may seem strange that any men should dare to ask a just ,god's assistance in wringing their bread from the sweat of other men's faces2 but let us judge not1 that we be not judged4 ,the prayer of both could not be answered4 ,that of neither has been answered fully4 ,the ,almighty has ,his own purposes4 ,woe unto the world because of offenses1 for it must needs be that offenses come1 but woe to that man by whom the offense cometh4 ,if we shall suppose that ,american slavery is one of those offenses which1 in the providence of ,god1 must needs come1 but which having continued through ,his appointed time1 ,he now wills to remove1 and that ,he gives to both ,north and ,south this terrible war as the woe due to those by whom the offense came1 shall we discern there any departure from those divine attributes which the believers in a living ,god always ascribe to ,him8 ,fondly do we hope1 fervently do we pray1 that this mighty scourge of war may speedily pass away4 ,yet if ,god wills that it continue until all the wealth piled by the bondsman's two hundred and fifty years of unrequited toil shall be sunk1 and until every drop of blood drawn by the lash shall be repaid by another drawn with the sword1 as was said three thousand years ago1 so still it must be said1 that the judgments of the ,lord are true and righteous altogether4 ,with malice toward none1 with charity for all1 with firmness in the right as ,god gives us to see the right1 let us finish the work we are in1 to bind up the nation's wounds1 to care for him who shall have borne the battle1 and for his widow and his orphans1 to do all which may achieve and cherish a just and a lasting peace among ourselves and with all nations4 ,,toussaint ,l',,ouverture ,,by ,,wendell ,,phillips ,if ,i were to tell you the story of ,napoleon1 ,i should take it from the lips of ,frenchmen1 who find no language rich enough to paint the great captain of the nineteenth century4 ,were ,i to tell you the story of ,washington1 ,i should take it from your hearts1--you who think no marble white enough on which to carve the name of the father of his country4 ,but ,i am to tell you the story of a negro1 ,toussaint ,l',ouverture1 who has left hardly one written line4 ,i am to glean it from the reluctant testimony of his enemies1--men who despised him because he was a negro and a slave1 hated him because he had beaten them in battle4 ,cromwell manufactured his own army4 ,napoleon1 at the age of twenty-seven1 was placed at the head of the best troops ,europe ever saw4 ,cromwell never saw an army till he was forty2 this man never saw a soldier till he was fifty4 ,cromwell manufactured his own army--out of what8 ,england1--the best blood in ,europe4 ,out of the middle class of ,englishmen1--the best blood of the island4 ,and with it he conquered what8 ,englishmen1--their equals4 ,this man manufactured his army out of what8 ,out of what you call the despicable race of negroes1 debased1 demoralized by two hundred years of slavery1 one hundred thousand of them imported into the island within four years1 unable to speak a dialect intelligible even to each other4 ,yet out of this mixed and1 as you say1 despicable mass1 he forged a thunderbolt1 and hurled it at what8 ,at the proudest blood in ,europe1 the ,spaniard1 and sent him home conquered2 at the most warlike blood in ,europe1 the ,french1 and put them under his feet2 at the pluckiest blood in ,europe1 the ,english1 and they skulked home to ,jamaica4 ,now1 if ,cromwell was a general1 this man was a soldier4 ,now1 blue-eyed ,saxon1 proud of your age1 go back with me to the commencement of the century1 and select what statesman you please4 ,let him be either ,american or ,european2 let him have the ripest training of university routine2 let him add to it the better education of practical life2 crown his temples with the silver locks of seventy years1 and show me the man of ,saxon lineage for whom his most sanguine admirer will wreathe a laurel1 rich as embittered foes have placed on the brow of this negro1--rare military skill1 profound knowledge of human nature1 content to blot out all party distinctions1 and trust a state to the blood of his sons1--anticipating ,sir ,robert ,peel fifty years1 and taking his station by the side of ,roger ,williams1 before any ,englishman or ,american had won the right2 and yet this is the record which the history of rival ,states makes up for this inspired black of ,st4 ,domingo4 ,some doubt the courage of the negro4 ,go to ,hayti1 and stand on those fifty thousand graves of the best soldiers ,france ever had1 and ask them what they think of the negro's courage4 ,i would call him ,napoleon1 but ,napoleon made his way to empire over broken oaths and through a sea of blood4 ,this man never broke his word4 ,i would call him ,cromwell1 but ,cromwell was only a soldier1 and the state he founded went down with him into his grave4 ,i would call him ,washington1 but the great ,virginian held slaves4 ,this man risked his empire rather than permit the slave-trade in the humblest village of his dominions4 ,you think me a fanatic1 for you read history1 not with your eyes1 but with your prejudices4 ,but fifty years hence1 when ,truth gets a hearing1 the ,muse of history will put ,phocion for the ,greek1 ,brutus for the ,roman1 ,hampden for ,england1 ,lafayette for ,france1 choose ,washington as the bright consummate flower of our earlier civilization1 then1 dipping her pen in the sunlight1 will write in the clear blue1 above them all1 the name of the soldier1 the statesman1 the martyr1 ,toussaint ,l',ouverture4 ,,the ,,two ,,georges ,,by ,w4 ,h4 ,,rhodes ,between the years of our ,lord #agcj and #agdj1 two men were born on opposite sides of the ,atlantic ,ocean1 whose lives were destined to exert a commanding influence on the age in which they lived1 as well as to control the fortunes of many succeeding generations4 ,one was by birth a plain peasant1 the son of a ,virginia farmer2 the other an hereditary ,prince1 and the heir of an immense empire4 ,go with me for one moment to the crowded and splendid metropolis of ,england4 ,it is the evening of the #dth of ,june1 #agcd4 ,some joyful event must have occurred1 for the bells are ringing merrily1 and the inhabitants are dressed in holiday attire4 ,nor is the circumstance of a private nature1 for banners are everywhere displayed1 the vast city is illuminated1 and a thousand cannon are proclaiming it from their iron throats4 ,the population seems frantic with joy1 and rush tumultuously into each other's arms1 in token of a national jubilee4 ,tens of thousands are hurrying along toward a splendid marble pile1 situated on a commanding eminence1 near the ,river ,thames1 whilst from the loftiest towers of ,st4 ,james's ,palace the national ensigns of ,st4 ,george and the ,red ,cross are seen floating on the breeze4 ,within one of the most gorgeously furnished apartments of that royal abode1 the wife of ,frederic1 ,prince of ,wales1 and heir apparent to the ,british ,empire1 has just been delivered of a son4 ,the scions of royalty crowd into the bed-chamber1 and solemnly attest the event as one on which the destiny of a great empire is suspended4 ,the corridors are thronged with dukes1 and nobles1 and soldiers1 and courtiers4 ,a ,royal ,proclamation soon follows1 commemorating the event1 and commanding ,british subjects everywhere1 who acknowledge the honor of ,brunswick1 to rejoice1 and give thanks to ,god for safely ushering into existence ,george ,william ,frederic1 heir presumptive of the ,united crowns of ,great ,britain and ,ireland4 ,just twenty-two years afterward that child ascended the throne of his ancestors as ,king ,george the ,third4 ,let us now turn our eyes to the ,western ,continent1 and contemplate a scene of similar import1 but under circumstances of a totally different character4 ,it is the #bbnd of ,february1 #agcb4 ,the locality is a distant colony1 the spot the verge of an immense1 untrodden and unexplored wilderness1 the habitation a log cabin1 with its chinks filled in with clay1 and its sloping roof patched over with clapboards4 ,snow covers the ground1 and a chill wintry wind is drifting the flakes1 and moaning through the forest4 ,two immense chimneys stand at either end of the house1 and give promise of cheerful comfort and primitive hospitality within1 totally in contrast with external nature4 ,there are but four small rooms in the dwelling1 in one of which ,mary ,ball1 the wife of ,augustine ,washington1 has just given birth to a son4 ,no dukes or marquises or earls are there to attest the humble event4 ,there are no princes of the blood to wrap the infant in the insignia of royalty1 and fold about his limbs the tapestried escutcheon of a kingdom4 ,his first breath is not drawn in the center of a mighty capitol1 the air laden with perfume1 and trembling to the tones of soft music and the 8murmurs of low fountains40 ,but the child is received from its mother's womb by hands embrowned with honest labor1 and laid upon a lowly couch1 indicative only of a back-woodsman's home and an ,american's inheritance4 ,he1 too1 is christened ,george1 and forty-three years afterward took command of the ,american forces assembled on the plains of old ,cambridge4 ,but if their births were dissimilar1 their rearing and education were still more unlike4 ,from his earliest recollection the ,prince heard only the language of flattery1 moved about from palace to palace1 just as caprice dictated1 slept upon the cygnet's down1 and grew up in indolence1 self-will and vanity1 a dictator from his cradle4 ,the peasant boy1 on the other hand1 was taught from his infancy that labor was honorable1 and hardships indispensable to vigorous health4 ,he early learned to sleep alone amid the dangers of a boundless wilderness1 a stone for his pillow1 and the naked sod his bed2 whilst the voices of untamed nature around him sang his morning and his evening hymns4 ,truth1 courage and constancy were early implanted in his mind by a mother's counsels1 and the important lesson of life was taught by a father's example1 that when existence ceases to be useful it ceases to be happy4 ,early manhood ushered them both into active life2 the one as king over extensive dominions1 the other as a modest1 careful1 and honest district surveyor4 ,having traced the two ,georges to the threshold of their careers1 let us now proceed one step further1 and take note of the first great public event in the lives of each4 ,for a long time preceding the year #agec the ,french had laid claim to all the ,north ,american continent west of the ,alleghany ,mountains1 stretching in an unbroken line from ,canada to ,louisiana4 ,the ,english strenuously denied this right1 and when the ,french commandant on the ,ohio1 in #agec1 commenced erecting a fort near where the present city of ,pittsburgh stands1 and proceeded to capture certain ,english traders1 and expel them from the country1 ,dinwiddie1 ,governor of ,virginia1 deemed it necessary to dispatch an agent on a diplomatic visit to the ,french commandant and demand by what authority he acted1 by what title he claimed the country1 and order him immediately to evacuate the territory4 ,george ,washington1 then only in his twenty-second year1 was selected by the governor for this important mission4 ,it is unnecessary to follow him1 in all his perils1 during his wintry march through the wilderness4 ,the historian of his life has painted in imperishable colors his courage1 his sagacity1 his wonderful coolness in the midst of danger1 and the success which crowned his undertaking4 ,memory loves to follow him through the trackless wilds of the forest1 accompanied by only a single companion1 and making his way through wintry snows1 in the midst of hostile savages and wild beasts1 for more than five hundred miles1 to the residence of the ,french commander4 ,how often do we not shudder1 as we behold the treacherous ,indian guide1 on his return1 deliberately raising his rifle1 and leveling it at that majestic form2 thus endeavoring1 by an act of treachery and cowardice1 to deprive ,virginia of her young hero6 ,and oh6 with what fervent prayers do we not implore a kind ,providence to watch over his desperate encounter with the floating ice1 at midnight1 in the swollen torrent of the ,alleghany1 and rescue him from the wave and the storm4 ,standing bareheaded on the frail craft1 whilst in the act of dashing aside some floating ice that threatened to engulf him1 the treacherous oar was broken in his hand1 and he is precipitated many feet into the boiling current4 ,save6 oh1 save him1 heaven6 for the destinies of millions yet unborn hang upon that noble arm6 ,let us now recross the ocean4 ,in the early part of the year #agfd1 a ministerial crisis occurs in ,england1 and ,lord ,bute1 the favorite of the ,british monarch1 is driven from the administration of the government4 ,the troubles with the ,american colonists have also just commenced to excite attention1 and the young ,king grows angry1 perplexed1 and greatly irritated4 ,a few days after this1 a rumor starts into circulation that the monarch is sick4 ,his attendants look gloomy1 his friends terrified1 and even his physicians exhibit symptoms of doubt and danger4 ,yet he has no fever1 and is daily observed walking with uncertain and agitated step along the corridors of the palace4 ,his conduct becomes gradually more and more strange1 until doubt gives place to certainty1 and the royal medical staff report to a select committee of the ,house of ,commons that the ,king is threatened with insanity4 ,for six weeks the cloud obscures his mental faculties1 depriving him of all interference with the administration of the government1 and betokening a sad disaster in the future4 ,his reason is finally restored1 but frequent fits of passion1 pride and obstinacy indicate but too surely that the disease is deep-seated1 and a radical cure impossible4 ,not long after his return from the ,west1 ,washington was offered the chief command of the forces about to be raised in ,virginia1 to expel the ,french2 but1 with his usual modesty1 he declined the appointment1 on account of his extreme youth1 but consented to take the post of lieutenant-colonel4 ,shortly afterward1 on the death of ,colonel ,fry1 he was promoted to the chief command1 but through no solicitations of his own4 ,subsequently1 when the war between ,france and ,england broke out in ,europe1 the principal seat of hostilities was transferred to ,america1 and his majesty1 ,george ,,iii1 sent over a large body of troops1 under the command of favorite officers4 ,but this was not enough4 ,an edict soon followed1 denominated an 8,order to settle the rank of the officers of ,his ,majesty's forces serving in ,america40 ,by one of the articles of this order1 it was provided 8that all officers commissioned by the ,king should take precedence of those of the same grade commissioned by the governors of the respective colonies1 although their commissions might be of junior date20 and it was further provided1 that 8when the troops served together1 the provincial officers should enjoy no rank at all40 ,this order was scarcely promulgated--indeed1 before the ink was dry--ere the ,governor of ,virginia received a communication informing him that ,george ,washington was no longer a soldier4 ,entreaties1 exhortations and threats were all lavished upon him in vain2 and to those who1 in their expostulations1 spoke of the defenseless frontiers of his native state1 he patriotically but nobly replied3 8,i will serve my country when ,i can do so without dishonor40 ,in contrast with this attitude of ,washington1 look at the conduct of ,george the ,third respecting the colonies1 after the passage of the ,stamp ,act4 ,this act was no sooner proclaimed in ,america1 than the most violent opposition was manifested1 and combinations for the purpose of effectual resistance were rapidly organized from ,massachusetts to ,georgia4 ,the leading ,english patriots1 among whom were ,burke and ,barr1 protested against the folly of forcing the colonies into rebellion1 and the city of ,london presented a petition to the king1 praying him to dismiss the ,granville ministry1 and repeal the obnoxious act4 8,it is with the utmost astonishment10 replied the king1 8that ,i find any of my subjects capable of encouraging the rebellious disposition that unhappily exists in some of my ,north ,american colonies4 ,having entire confidence in the wisdom of my parliament1 the great council of the realm1 ,i will steadily pursue those measures which they have recommended for the support of the constitutional rights of ,great ,britain40 ,he heeded not the memorable words of ,burke1 that afterward became prophetic4 8,there are moments10 exclaimed this great statesman1 8critical moments in the fortunes of all states1 when they who are too weak to contribute to your prosperity may yet be strong enough to complete your ruin40 ,the ,boston port bill passed1 and the first blood was spilt at ,lexington4 ,it is unnecessary to review in detail the ,revolution4 ,let us pass to the social position of the two ,georges in after-life4 ,on the #b;d of ,august1 #aghf1 as the king was alighting from his carriage at the gate of ,st4 ,james1 an attempt was made on his life by a woman named ,margaret ,nicholson1 who1 under pretense of presenting a petition1 endeavored to stab him with a knife which was concealed in the paper4 ,the weapon was an old one1 and so rusty that1 on striking the vest of the king1 it bent double1 and thus preserved his life4 ,on the #bith of ,october1 #agie1 whilst his majesty was proceeding to the ,house of ,lords1 a ball passed through both windows of the carriage4 ,on his return to ,st4 ,james the mob threw stones into the carriage1 several of which struck the king1 and one lodged in the cuff of his coat4 ,the state carriage was completely demolished by the mob4 ,but it was on the #aeth of ,may1 #ahjj1 that ,george the ,third made his narrowest escapes4 ,in the morning of that day1 whilst attending the field exercise of a battalion of guards1 one of the soldiers loaded his piece with a bullet and discharged it at the king4 ,the ball fortunately missed its aim1 and lodged in the thigh of a gentleman who was standing in the rear4 ,in the evening of the same day a more alarming circumstance occurred at the ,drury ,lane ,theater4 ,at the moment when the king entered the royal box1 a man in the pit1 on the right-hand side of the orchestra1 suddenly stood up and discharged a large horse-pistol at him4 ,the hand of the would-be assassin was thrown up by a by-stander1 and the ball entered the box just above the head of the king4 ,such were the public manifestations of affection for this royal tyrant4 ,he was finally attacked by an enemy that could not be thwarted1 and on the #bjth of ,december1 #ahaj1 he became a confirmed lunatic4 ,in this dreadful condition he lingered until ,january1 #ahbj1 when he died1 having been the most unpopular1 unwise and obstinate sovereign that ever disgraced the ,english throne4 ,he was forgotten as soon as life left his body1 and was hurriedly buried with that empty pomp which but too often attends a despot to the grave4 ,the mind1 in passing from the unhonored grave of the prince to the last resting-place of the peasant boy1 leaps from a kingdom of darkness to one of light4 ,let us now return to the career of ,washington4 ,throughout the ,revolutionary ,war he carried in his hand1 like ,atropos1 the destinies of millions2 he bore on his shoulders1 like ,atlas1 the weight of a world4 ,it is unnecessary to follow him throughout his subsequent career4 ,honored again and again by the people of the land he had redeemed from thraldom1 he has taken his place in death by the side of the wisest and best of the world's benefactors4 ,assassins did not unglory him in life1 nor has oblivion drawn her mantle over him in death4 ,the names of his great battlefields have become nursery words1 and his principles have imbedded themselves forever in the national character4 ,every pulsation of our hearts beats true to his memory4 ,his mementoes are everywhere around and about us4 ,distant as we are from the green fields of his native ,westmoreland1 the circle of his renown has spread far beyond our borders4 ,in climes where the torch of science was never kindled2 on shores still buried in primeval bloom2 amongst barbarians where the face of liberty was never seen1 the ,christian missionary of ,america1 roused perhaps from his holy duties by the distant echo of the national salute1 this day thundering amidst the billows of every sea1 or dazzled by the gleam of his country's banner1 this day floating in every wind of heaven1 pauses over his task as a ,christian1 and whilst memory kindles in his bosom the fires of patriotism1 pronounces in the ear of the enslaved pagan the venerated name of ,,washington4 ,wherever tyranny shall lift its ,medusan head1 wherever treason shall plot its hellish schemes1 wherever disunion shall unfurl its tattered ensign1 there1 oh there1 sow his deeds in the hearts of patriots and republicans4 ,for from these there shall spring1 as from the dragon's teeth sown by ,cadmus of old on the plains of ,heber1 vast armies of invincible heroes1 sworn upon the altar and tomb at ,mount ,vernon1 to live as freemen1 or as such to die6 ,,the ,,lessons ,,of ,,the ,,tragedy 7,the ,murder of ,president ,mc,kinley7 ,,by ,,david ,,starr ,,jordan ,we meet to-day under the sway of a number of different emotions4 ,we would express our sorrow at the untimely death of a good man4 ,we would show our regret that our nation has lost the ,chief ,magistrate of its choice4 ,we would express our sympathy with the gentle woman who has been suddenly bereft of the kindest and most considerate of husbands4 ,we are filled with shame that in our ,republic1 the land where all men are free and equal wherever they behave themselves as men1 the land which has no rulers save the public servants of its own choosing1 a deed like this should be possible4 ,we would express our detestation of that kind of political and social agitation which finds no method of working reform save through intimidation and killing4 ,we would wish to find the true lessons of this event and would not let even the least of them fall on our ears unheeded4 ,and one plain lesson in this3 ,under democracy all violence is treason4 ,whosoever throws a stone at a scab teamster1 whosoever fires a shot at the ,president of the ,united ,states1 is an enemy of the ,republic4 ,he is guilty of high treason in his heart1 and treason in thought works itself out in lawlessness of action4 ,the central fact of all democracy is agreement with law4 ,it is our law2 we have made it4 ,if it is wrong we can change it1 but the compact of democracy is that we change it in peace4 8,the sole source of power under ,god is the consent of the governed40 ,this was written by ,cromwell across the statute books of ,parliament4 ,this our fathers wrote in other words in our own ,constitution4 ,the will of the people is the sole source of any statute you or ,i may be called on to obey4 ,it is the decree of no army1 the dictum of no president4 ,it is the work of no aristocracy2 not of blood nor of wealth4 ,it is simply our own understanding that we have to do right1 shall behave justly1 shall live and let our neighbor live4 ,if our law is tyrannous1 it is our ignorance which has made it so4 ,let it pinch a little and we shall find out what hurts us4 ,then it will be time to change4 ,laws are made through the ballot1 and through the ballot we can unmake them4 ,there is no other honest way1 no other way that is safe1 and no other way that is effective4 ,to break the peace is to invite tyranny4 ,lawlessness is the expression of weakness1 of ignorance1 of unpatriotism4 ,if tyranny provokes anarchy1 so does anarchy necessitate tyranny4 ,confusion brings the man on horseback4 ,it was to keep away both anarchy and tyranny that the public school was established in ,america4 ,three times has our nation been called upon to pass into the shadow of humiliation1 and each time in the past it has learned its severe lesson4 ,when ,lincoln fell1 slavery perished4 ,to the ,american of to-day human slavery in a land of civilization is almost an impossible conception1 yet many of us who think ourselves still young can remember when half of this land held other men in bondage and the dearest hope of freedom was that such things should not go on forever4 ,i can remember when we looked forward to the time when 8at least the present form of slavery should be no more40 ,for democracy and slavery could not subsist together4 ,the ,union could not stand--half slave1 half free4 ,the last words of ,garfield were these3 ,strangulatus pro ,republica4 7,slain for the ,republic47 ,the feudal tyranny of the spoils system which had made republican administration a farce1 has not had1 since ,garfield's time1 a public defender4 ,it has not vanished from our politics1 but its place is where it belongs--among the petty wrongs of maladministration4 ,again a president is slain for the ,republic--and the lesson is the homely one of peace and order1 patience and justice1 respect for ourselves through respect for the law1 for public welfare1 and for public right4 ,for this country is passing through a time of storm and stress1 a flurry of lawless sensationalism4 ,the irresponsible journalism1 the industrial wars1 the display of hastily-gotten wealth1 the grasping monopoly1 the walking delegate1 the vulgar cartoon1 the foul-mouthed agitator1 the sympathetic strike1 the unsympathetic lockout1 are all symptoms of a single disease--the loss of patriotism1 the decay of the sense of justice4 ,as in other cases1 the symptoms feed the disease1 as well as indicate it4 ,the deed of violence breeds more deeds of violence2 anarchy provokes hysteria1 and hysteria makes anarchy4 ,the unfounded scandal sets a hundred tongues to wagging1 and the seepage from the gutter reaches a thousand homes4 ,the journal for the weak-minded and debased makes heroes of those of its class who carry folly over into crime4 ,the half-crazy egotist imagines himself a regicide1 and his neighbor with the clean shirt is his oppressor and therefore his natural victim4 ,usually his heart fails him1 and his madness spends itself in foul words4 ,sometimes it does not1 and the world stands aghast4 ,but it is not alone against the ,chief ,magistrate that these thoughts and deeds are directed4 ,there are usually others within closer range4 ,there is scarcely a man in our country1 prominent in any way1 statesman1 banker1 merchant1 railway manager1 clergyman1 teacher even1 that has not1 somewhere1 his would-be ,nemesis1 some lunatic1 with a sensational newspaper and a pistol1 prepared to take his life4 ,the gospel of discontent has no place within our ,republic4 ,it is true1 as has often been said1 that discontent is the cause of human progress4 ,it is truer still1 as ,mr4 ,john ,p4 ,irish has lately pointed out1 that discontent may be good or bad1 according to its relation to the individual man4 ,there is a noble discontent which a man turns against himself4 ,it leads the man who fails to examine his own weaknesses1 to make the needed repairs in himself1 then to take up the struggle again4 ,there is a cowardly discontent which leads a man to blame all failure on his prosperous neighbor or on society at large1 as if a social system existed apart from the men who make it4 ,this is the sort of discontent to which the agitator appeals1 that finds its stimulus in sensational journalism4 ,it is that which feeds the frenzy of the assassin who would work revenge on society by destroying its accepted head4 ,it is not theoretical anarchism or socialism or any other 8ism0 which is responsible for this4 ,many of the gentlest spirits in the world today call themselves anarchists1 because they look forward to the time when personal meekness shall take the place of all statutes4 ,the gentle anarchism of the optimistic philosopher is not that which confronts us to-day4 ,it is the anarchy of destruction1 the hatred of class for class2 a hatred that rests only on distorted imagination1 for1 after all is said1 there are no classes in ,america4 ,it is the hatred imported from the ,old ,world1 excited by walking delegates whose purpose it is to carry a torch through society2 a hatred fanned by agitators of whatever sort1 unpractical dreamers or conscienceless scoundrels1 exploited in the newspapers1 abetted by so-called high society with its display of shoddy and greed1 and intensified by the cold1 hard selfishness that underlies the power of the trust4 ,all these people1 monopolists1 social leaders1 walking delegates1 agitators1 sensationalists1 dreamers1 are alien to our ways1 outside the scope of our democracy1 and enemies to good citizenship4 ,the real ,americans1 trying to live their lives in their own way1 saving a little of their earnings and turning the rest into education and enjoyment1 have many grievances in these days of grasping trusts and lawless unions4 ,but of such free ,americans our country is made4 ,they are the people1 not the trusts or the unions1 nor their sensational go-betweens4 ,this is their government1 and the government of the people1 by the people1 and for the people1 shall not perish from the earth4 ,this is the people's ,president--our ,president--who was killed1 and it is ours to avenge him4 ,not by lynch law on a large or small scale may we do it2 not by anarchy or despotism2 not by the destruction of all that call themselves anarchists1 not by abridging freedom of the press nor by checking freedom of speech4 ,those who would wreak lawless vengeance on the anarchists are themselves anarchists and makers of anarchists4 ,we have laws enough already without making more for men to break4 ,let us get a little closer to the higher law4 ,let us respect our own rights and those of our neighbor a little better4 ,let us cease to tolerate sensational falsehood about our neighbor1 or vulgar abuse of those in power4 ,if we have bad rulers1 let us change them peacefully4 ,let us put an end to every form of intimidation1 wherever practiced4 ,the cause that depends upon hurling bricks or epithets1 or upon clubbing teamsters or derailing trains1 cannot be a good cause4 ,even if originally in the right1 the act of violence puts the partisans of such a cause in the wrong4 ,no freeman ever needs to do such things as these4 ,for the final meaning of democracy is peace on earth1 good-will towards men4 ,when we stand for justice among ourselves we can demand justice of the monopolistic trust4 ,when we attack it with clear vision and cool speech we shall find the problem of combination for monopoly not greater than any other4 ,and large or small1 there is but one way for us to meet any problem3 to choose wise men1 clean men1 cool men1 the best we can secure through our method of the ballot1 and then to trust the rest in their hands4 ,the murder of the ,president has no direct connection with industrial war4 ,yet there is this connection1 that all war1 industrial or other1 loosens the bonds of order1 destroys mutual respect and trust1 gives inspiration to anarchy1 pushes a foul thought on to a foul word1 a foul word on to a foul deed4 ,we trust now that the worst has come1 the foulest deed has been committed1 that our civil wars may stop1 not through the victory of one side over the other1 the trusts or the unions now set off against each other1 but in the victory over both of the ,american people1 of the great body of men and women who must pay for all1 and who are the real sufferers in every phase of the struggle4 ,strangulatus pro ,republica--slain for the republic4 ,the lesson is plain4 ,it is for us to take it into our daily lives4 ,it is the lesson of peace and good-will1 the lesson of manliness and godliness4 ,let us take it to ourselves1 and our neighbors will take it from us4 ,all civilized countries are ruled by public opinion4 ,if there be a lapse in our civic duties1 it is due to a lapse in our keenness of vision1 our devotion to justice4 ,this means a weakening of the individual man1 the loss of the man himself in the movements of the mass4 ,perhaps the marvelous material development of our age1 the achievements of huge coperation which science has made possible1 has overshadowed the importance of the individual man4 ,if so1 we have only to reassert ourselves4 ,it is of men1 individual men1 clear-thinking1 ,god-fearing1 sound-acting men1 and of these alone1 that great nations can be made4--,from 8,the ,voice of the ,scholar10 by kind permission of author and publishers1 ,paul ,elder ,co41 ,san ,francisco4 ,,what ,,is ,,to ,,be ,,the ,,destiny ,,of ,,this ,,republic ,,by ,,judge ,,story ,when we reflect on what has been and what is1 how is it possible not to feel a profound sense of the responsibilities of this republic to all future ages6 ,what vast motives press upon us for lofty efforts6 ,what brilliant prospects invite our enthusiasm6 ,what solemn warnings at once demand our vigilance and moderate our confidence6 ,the old world has already revealed to us1 in its unsealed books1 the beginning and end of all its marvelous struggles in the cause of liberty4 ,greece6 lovely ,greece6 8the land of scholars and the nurse of arms10 where sister republics1 in fair processions1 chanted the praise of liberty and the good--where and what is she8 ,for two thousand years the oppressors have bound her to the earth4 ,her arts are no more4 ,the last sad relics of her temples are but the barracks of a ruthless soldiery2 the fragments of her columns and her palaces are in the dust1 yet beautiful in ruin4 ,she fell not when the mighty were upon her4 ,her sons were united at ,thermopyl and ,marathon2 and the tide of her triumph rolled back upon the ,hellespont4 ,she was conquered by her own factions4 ,she fell by the hands of her own people4 ,the man of ,macedonia did not the work of destruction4 ,it was already done by her own corruptions1 banishments1 and dissensions4 ,rome6 republican ,rome6 whose eagles glanced in the rising and setting sun1--where and what is she8 ,the eternal city yet remains1 proud even in her desolation1 noble in her decline1 venerable in the majesty of religion1 and calm as in the composure of death4 ,the malaria has traveled in the parts won by the destroyers4 ,more than eighteen centuries have mourned over the loss of the empire4 ,a mortal disease was upon her before ,csar had crossed the ,rubicon2 and ,brutus did not restore her health by the deep probings of the senate-chamber4 ,the ,goths1 and ,vandals1 and ,huns1 the swarms of the north1 completed only what was begun at home4 ,romans betrayed ,rome4 ,the legions were bought and sold1 but the people offered the tribute-money4 ,and where are the republics of modern times1 which cluster around immortal ,italy8 ,venice and ,genoa exist but in name4 ,the ,alps1 indeed1 look down upon the brave and peaceful ,swiss1 in their native fastnesses2 but1 the guarantee of their freedom is in their weakness1 and not in their strength4 ,the mountains are not easily crossed1 and the valleys are not easily retained4 ,when the invader comes1 he moves like an avalanche1 carrying destruction in his path4 ,the peasantry sink before him4 ,the country1 too1 is too poor for plunder1 and too rough for a valuable conquest4 ,nature presents her eternal barrier on every side1 to check the wantonness of ambition4 ,and ,switzerland remains1 with her simple institutions1 a military road to climates scarcely worth a permanent possession1 and protected by the jealousy of her neighbors4 ,we stand the latest1 and1 if we fall1 probably the last experiment of self-government by the people4 ,we have begun it under circumstances of the most auspicious nature4 ,we are in the vigor of youth4 ,our growth has never been checked by the oppression of tyranny4 ,our constitutions never have been enfeebled by the vice or the luxuries of the world4 ,such as we are1 we have been from the beginning1 simple1 hardy1 intelligent1 accustomed to self-government and self-respect4 ,the ,atlantic rolls between us and a formidable foe4 ,within our own territory1 stretching through many degrees of latitude1 we have the choice of many products1 and many means of independence4 ,the government is mild4 ,the press is free4 ,religion is free4 ,knowledge reaches or may reach every home4 ,what fairer prospects of success could be presented8 ,what means more adequate to accomplish the sublime end8 ,what more is necessary than for the people to preserve what they themselves have created8 ,already has the age caught the spirit of our institutions4 ,it has already ascended the ,andes1 and snuffed the breezes of both oceans4 ,it has infused itself into the life-blood of ,europe1 and warmed the sunny plains of ,france and the lowlands of ,holland4 ,it has touched the philosophy of the north1 and1 moving onward to the south1 has opened to ,greece the lesson of her better days4 ,can it be1 that ,america1 under such circumstances1 can betray herself8 ,that she is to be added to the catalogue of republics1 the inscription upon whose ruin is3 8,they were1 but they are not60 ,forbid it1 my countrymen3 forbid it1 ,heaven6 ,i call upon you1 fathers1 by the shades of your ancestors1 by the dear ashes which repose in this precious soil1 by all you are1 and all you hope to be1 resist every project of disunion2 resist every attempt to fetter your consciences1 or smother your public schools1 or extinguish your system of public instruction4 ,i call upon you1 mothers1 by that which never fails in woman1 the love of your offspring1 to teach them1 as they climb your knees1 or lean on your bosoms1 the blessings of liberty4 ,swear them at the altar1 as with their baptismal vows1 to be true to their country1 and never forsake her4 ,i call upon you1 young men1 to remember whose sons you are--whose inheritance you possess4 ,life can never be too short1 which brings nothing but disgrace and oppression4 ,death never comes too soon1 if necessary in defense of the liberties of our country4 ,,memorial ,,day ,,address 7,an oration delivered in ,san ,francisco1 ,may #cj1 #aija47 ,,by ,,samuel ,m4 ,,shortridge ,this day is consecrate to the nation's dead and living soldiers4 ,uncovered beside the hallowed graves of those who fought and fell in the sacred cause of ,union and ,liberty1 a people of brave men and loyal women stand with hearts oppressed with gratitude1 and listen to the story of their heroes' deeds and death4 ,we come in thankfulness--matron and maid1 sire and lad--to scatter fragrant flowers on the honored dust1 and for the martyrs who sleep unknown but not unwept4 ,we come to grasp the hands of the surviving heroes who responded to their country's cry of anguish when the temple of liberty was assailed and her sacred altars desecrated2 who endured the long1 weary march1 the cruel deprivations of the camp1 the fevered heat of noon and the chilling cold at night2 who stormed the frowning heights where treason was intrenched1 and met upon an hundred fields the brave but misguided hosts that in madness and folly sought to destroy the edifice dedicated with the prayers and consecrated by the valor and blood of the patriot fathers2 who carried the tattered but dear flag of their country through fire and flood and the 8valley and shadow of death10 and paused not until it waved victorious in every state and was respected on every sea4 ,we come to shed proud and happy tears for those who gladly gave up all for their imperiled country1 in order to preserve the precious fruits of the ,revolutionary struggle and to keep the flag of ,washington triumphant in the sky4 ,we come to welcome and to dower with our love the loyal and self-sacrificing men who left the plow1 the forge1 the desk1 to rescue from the jaws of death the greatest1 best1 and truest republic that ever blessed the earth4 ,a common thought pervades all hearts4 ,this is not a day for vainglorious boasting1 but for gratitude and praise4 ,we come in sorrow1 not in anger1 and our hearts are filled with sadness1 not revenge4 ,we are not here to upbraid1 to accuse1 to exult over the defeat of brethren and brave men1 to denounce what is no more1 to open wounds by the healing touch of ,time made whole4 ,no1 no2 ,heaven forbid that this sacred day should stir our hearts to other than feelings of forgiveness1 of gratitude1 of pride1 and of love4 ,rather let it be said we come to-- ,pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow1 ,raze out the written troubles of the brain4 ,for those who died to save the republic1 ,i have tears and eulogy2 for those who died to overthrow it1 ,i have tears and silence4 ,not as citizens of a torn and discordant ,union1 not as blinded partisans1 but as children of a common and reunited country1 we gather to give expression of our gratitude to those who by their sacrifices and their martyrdom made this land the home of freedom1 and the banner of the stars the symbol of one people1 one constitution1 and one destiny4 ,we are gathered here--the multitude has put on a suit of woe and stands beside the graves where heroes sleep--not to revive bitter memories1 not to cause heartaches or awaken animosities1 dead1 let us fervently hope1 forever1 but for a better1 worthier1 and more patriotic purpose3 to teach the rising generation that the dead fell not in vain2 to impress upon their youthful hearts that ,america does not forget the travail through which1 by the inscrutable wisdom of ,heaven1 she has passed1 that she loves her loyal sons and daughters with more than ,cornelian affection1 and treasures them now1 and will treasure them forever1 as her unfading glory4 ,and so1 my countrymen1 we come to sorrow and to rejoice1--to sorrow over the loved and lost1 to rejoice over their magnificent achievements and a ,union saved and disenthralled by their devotion4 ,as in the ,roman days the wives and mothers went out upon the ,appian ,way to meet the home-returning legions1--some to fall upon the bosoms of husbands1 fathers1 or sons1 and shed tears of joy1 and some to search in vain for dear ones amid the broken1 decimated ranks1 but wept not1 because they had died bravely in defense of ,rome1 her altars1 and her fires1--so we welcome to-day the scarred and wounded1 the remnant of hard-fought fields2 we stretch forth our arms to embrace them2 we cover them with garlands emblematic of our love1 and scatter flowers in their way to tread upon4 ,but for the ones who answer not1 who sleep the dreamless sleep of death1 who died with the face of mother near their hearts1 the name of country on their lips1 what shall we say8 ,they cannot hear our words nor see the offering of our hands2 they are past all battles1 all marches1 all victories1 all defeats2 8on ,fame's eternal camping-ground their silent tents are spread10 and the troubled drum disturbs their sleep no more4 ,and yet1 ,o sacred shades of the unreplying dead1 we feel your presence now4 ,we hear the shot of ,sumter that wakened all the land2 we see you coming down from the mountains1 up from the plains1 and marching away to battle1 leaving behind1 alas2 forever1 faithful wife1 loving children1 aged mother1 venerable father2 we see you by the campfires dimly burning2 we see you in the cannon-smoke and hurricane of war2 we hear the command to charge1 which you obey1 how bravely1 with bosom bared and parched1 thirsty lips2 we see you wounded and bleeding2 we see you in the hospitals of fever and pain2 we see you again with your regiment1 with courage undaunted1 your love of home and flag intensified2 we see your comrades fall around you like flowers of spring cut down2 we see you captured and hurried away2 we see you wasting in awful dungeons1 languishing in prison-pens2 we catch the faint accent of your tongues as you murmur a prayer for your country and for the loved ones that come to you in your dreams2 we see you encounter death in the gaunt and hideous form of starvation and quail not2 we see you die6 ,die for what8 ,die for whom8 ,die for ,union and ,liberty4 ,die for us and generations yet to be4 ,dead and living soldiers of the ,grand ,army of the ,republic1 you1 you engaged in the holiest cause that ever received the approving smile of ,heaven2 you preserved the ,union1 8,one and inseparable10 with all its blessed memories1 with all its priceless benefits1 with all its exalted and encouraging hopes4 ,you carried the banner of your country1 full high advanced through the darkest hour and wildest storm that ever overwhelmed a nation1 until the returning and radiant morn of victory and peace blessed and hallowed it4 ,moved by the loftiest purposes1 inspired by the sublimest sentiments1 faithful unto death1 you went forth1 not to subjugate1 not to enslave1 not to tear down1 but to rescue1 to uplift1 and to make the name of that liberty for which ,warren died and to preserve which ,lincoln gave the full measure of his devotion2 in the name of all we are and hope to be1--the glorious present and the grander future1--we bow to-day and pay you the poor tribute of our love and tears4 ,all hail to the saviors of this beloved land6 ,humbly we lay our offerings on the dead4 ,reverently we invoke the blessing of ,almighty ,god on the declining years of the living4 ,long may their eyes be gladdened by the flag they saved2 long may their hearts be consoled by the assurance that1 while the monuments reared to haughty pride and selfish ambition sink beneath the despoiling hand of time1 the soldier's humble grave1 though unadorned by costly urn or marble shaft1 will forever be his country's hallowed ground1 where future patriots shall come to rekindle the fires of their devotion and to renew and reaffirm their allegiance to the land by his sacrifices made truly1 grandly free4 ,and so we bow before the heroes who saved our country2 we stand uncovered beside the graves of the martyrs who died in her sacred cause4 ,peace and honor to the living2 honor and peace to the dead4 ,the ,civil ,war1 of the sad ravages and awful agony of which we are this day reminded1 was the inevitable result of the 8irrepressible conflict between opposing and enduring forces10--between freedom and slavery4 ,removed sufficiently from those troublous days to look at facts calmly and to speak of them without anger1 let us be just1 let us be truthful4 ,the courts had exalted slavery1 had hedged it round by law1 and nationalized it4 ,in that most august tribunal--in that high place immortalized by the transcendent greatness of a ,marshall and the unfathomed learning of a ,story1 which had witnessed the marvelous displays of oratory of ,pinckney1 ,webster and ,choate--in the ,supreme ,court of the ,united ,states--slavery met and vanquished freedom4 ,the ,dred ,scott decision gave up this nation to bondage1 and made it possible1 under the law1 to sell wives and babes in ,faneuil ,hall and to call the roll of slaves on the sacred spot where ,warren fell6 ,thenceforth ,congress could not interfere with slavery2 states were powerless to prevent it4 ,and thus it came to pass that in the land of ,washington1 ,franklin1 and ,wayne1 in the land of ,adams1 ,henry1 and ,sherman1 in the land whose sons died for liberty on a hundred fields--who stormed the walls of ,quebec and left their blood on the snow at ,valley ,forge--in this our beloved land--in this republic--slavery was king4 ,the time to gather the bitter fruit of the accursed upas tree planted at ,jamestown in #afbj was near at hand4 ,an awful storm1 pregnant with death and woe1 was gathering1 and the people sought a leader4 ,they were sore distressed with a multitude of counsel1 and they cried3 ,god give us men6 ,a time like this demands ,strong minds1 great hearts1 true faith1 and willing hands2 ,men whom the lust of office does not kill2 ,men whom the spoils of office cannot buy2 ,men who possess opinions and a will2 ,men who have honor2 men who will not lie2 ,men who can stand before a demagogue1 ,and damn his treacherous flatteries without winking2 ,tall men1 sun-crowned1 who live above the fog1 ,in public duty and in private thinking6 ,for while the tricksters1 with their thumb-worn creeds1 ,their large professions1 and their little deeds1 ,mingle in selfish strife1 lo6 ,freedom weeps6 ,wrong rules the land1 and waiting ,justice sleeps6 ,in the midst of mingled doubts and fears1 when weak and timid politicians masquerading under the name of statesmen hesitated to grapple with the monstrous evil that threatened to advance upon and overwhelm the last remaining bulwarks of freedom1 when the right and true path was well nigh lost sight of1 and lovers of liberty were ranged under different banners1 waiting for a ,moses who should lead them out of ,egyptian bondage1 the ,great ,captain came4 ,he came1 and thenceforth all seemed clear4 ,simple in speech1 plain in manner1 straightforward in action1 tender as a child1 bold as a lion1 fearless as a hero1 at once courageous and humble1 lofty and lowly1 he came to speak and to act4 ,born of ,southern parents who had witnessed the depressing and blighting effects of slavery1 and reared in the broad prairies of the ,west1 whose very winds sang ,liberty1 he realized the curse of bondage and the blessing of freedom4 ,from the unfelled forest1 from the log cabin and the country store1 from humble forum and obscure dwelling1 from out the ranks of the people1 the ,leader came4 ,he came1 and statesmen bowed before him2 he spoke1 and a nation hearkened to his counsel4 ,devoted to truth and the right1 opposed to falsehood and the wrong1 scorning the tricks and subterfuges of the self-seeking1 and abhorring with his whole heart and soul the mean and base1 loving his country with a devotion that made him forgetful of all else save the preservation of the ,union1 the incomparable ,leader rose4 ,in judicial tribunal and halls of state1 in capital and village1 in mansion and log cabin1 in crowded cities1 and out on the boundless prairies of the ,west1 men listened to his words1 and saw1 as they had never seen before1 the darkness1 the light1 the path1--the wrong1 the right1 and the remedy4 8,you must be either all slave or all free40 ,these were his prophetic words4 ,who was this man that came unheralded out of the ,west8 ,who was this man that rose above the great statesmen of his day--who was as earnest as ,phillips1 as gifted as ,baker1 who was more profound than ,seward1 more learned than ,chase1 more logical than ,douglas1 more eloquent than ,everett8 ,who was he that combined in one soul the simplicity of a child1 the wisdom of a sage1 and the foresight of a prophet8 ,need ,i utter his sacred name8 ,wheresoever among men there is a love for disinterested patriotism and sublime attachment to duty1 wheresoever liberty is worshiped and loyalty exalted1 his name and deeds are known4 ,his image is in all hearts1 his name to-day is on all lips4 ,that grand and lofty man was the rail-splitter of ,illinois1--beloved1 sainted1 immortal ,abraham ,lincoln1 statesman1 philosopher1 and patriot1 the greatest1 noblest1 purest soul that ever was enwrapped in clay1 to walk the earth1--,abraham ,lincoln1 the emancipator of a race2 the savior of the ,union6 ,strangely enough1 the election of the ,presidency of this great and good and just man was the signal for revolt4 8,in your hands10 said he in his first inaugural address1--8,in your hands1 my dissatisfied fellow-countrymen1 and not in mine1 is the momentous issue of civil war4 ,you can have no conflict without being yourselves the aggressors4 ,you have no oath registered in heaven to destroy the ,government1 while ,i shall have the most solemn one to #8preserve1 protect1 and defend' it40 ,but the blow was struck1--the blow that was ultimately to destroy slavery1 and make our country free indeed1--8a land without a serf1 a servant1 or a slave40 ,the war to preserve the integrity of the nation was marked by great battles1 weary marches1 long sieges1 and splendid deeds of daring4 ,brave men met brave men1 and gallant soldiers stormed forts and heights by gallant soldiers defended4 ,if ,america wept for the folly and madness of some1 yet was she proud of the courage of all her sons4 ,we think to-night of the mighty struggle that ended with ,appomattox's cloudless day2 of all the fields where saber flashed1 and cannon roared1 and patriot sons sealed their devotion with their blood4 ,the world knows the result4 ,freedom triumphed4 ,the ,union was saved1 ,liberty survived1 slavery perished and is dead upon our soil forevermore1--dead by the sword of immortal ,grant1 8dead by the hand of ,abraham ,lincoln1 dead by the justice of ,almighty ,god40 ,rejoice1 ,o human hearts and human lips1 that ,liberty survived4 ,rejoice1 ,o men of the ,north1 that slavery is dead4 ,rejoice1 ,o men of the ,south1 that slavery is dead4 ,rejoice1 ,o sons of the ,republic1 that the crown was restored to the brow of liberty1 that1 reunited and reconciled1 loyal and true1 we stand to-day1 hand in hand1 heart beating with heart1 under the blessed and ever-triumphant banner of the ,union4 ,and thus may we ever stand1--one people1 one nation1--no ,north1 no ,south1 no ,east2 no ,west1--one altar1 one love1 one hope4 ,and thus may we ever stand1--brothers in peace1 brothers in war1--and 8highly resolved that government of the people1 by the people1 and for the people shall not perish from the earth40 ,and thus may we ever stand1--a ,union of hearts and of states1 and 8teach men that ,liberty is not a mockery1 and a republic is not another name for feebleness and anarchy40 ,and standing thus1 the world cannot prevail against us in war or in peace4 ,fellow-citizens1 in this hour of mourning we may without impropriety indulge ourselves in feelings of pride over the glorious deeds of our heroes dead and living4 ,pittsburgh ,landing1 ,chattanooga1 and ,vicksburg2 ,lookout ,mountain1 ,gettysburg1 and ,antietam2 the ,wilderness1 ,atlanta1 and ,richmond1--all are eternal witnesses to the deathless valor and sublime courage of those upon whose graves we have tenderly laid our flowers and upon whose brows we have lovingly placed the laurel wreath of victory and peace4 ,no poor words of mine can tell them of our love or add unto their fame2 the one is unspeakable1 the other as broad and all-comprehensive as the earth1 as high and spotless as the stars4 ,upon the hearts of many heroes who made our country free--who with their blood washed away the ebon blot on our country's shield--inexorable death has laid his hand1 and the high and the low1 the mighty general and the humble private1 repose alike in the equal grave4 ,all-conquering 8time1 the tomb-builder10 is day by day mustering out the noble army that went forth to save1 to make and to preserve us a nation4 ,halleck1 ,thomas1 ,meade1 ,mc,clellan1 ,hancock1 ,mc,dowell1 ,garfield1 ,logan1 ,sheridan1 ,sherman1 ,harrison1 ,porter1 ,mc,kinley1--all have been gathered to their fathers1 gone to grasp the hands of their comrades on the peaceful shores of ,eternal ,rest4 ,but of him1 the simple1 silent1 steadfast man2 of him that marshaled order out of chaos1 gave direction to mighty armies and led them to final victory2 of him who made the ,emancipation ,proclamation of ,abraham ,lincoln a glorious reality1 and eternal fact which broke the chains that held a race in bondage2 of him who bore his great honors so modestly and meekly in war and peace2 of him who by his genius added to our arms a luster as imperishable as his fame1 and left his countrymen the priceless legacy of an untarnished and immortal name2 of him who was ambitious1 not as a ,csar1 not as a ,napoleon1 but as a ,washington1 with no higher aim1 no loftier purpose1 than to serve his country1 not to wear a crown2 of him who stood before uncovered kings and was saluted by the emperors of the earth1 but never forgot his humble origin nor lost his sympathy for the poor and lowly2 of him whose deeds1 from duty and necessity1 not from choice1 were war1 but whose heart ever yearned1 whose voice ever pleaded1 for peace1--what human tongue can speak of the spotless1 peerless ,general ,grant8 ,his mighty work is done1 his triumphal march is ended1 his name is for all time4 ,reverently and tenderly we lay our flowers upon his tomb to-day2 gratefully and lovingly we breathe his sacred name4 ,calm1 cool1 and undaunted1 victorious in war1 magnanimous in peace1-- ,nothing can cover his high fame1 but ,heaven2 ,no pyramids set off his memories1 ,but tie eternal substance of his greatness2 ,to which ,i leave him4 ,but of the rank and file1 of the unknown dead1 what can be said8 ,sleep on1 ,o humble soldier boy1 sleep on6 ,no more shall the midnight attack1 the fierce charge1 or the bugle-call to arms rouse thee from thy rest4 ,sleep on in thy lowly sepulcher1 guarded by thy country's tenderest love and pillowed on her grateful heart4 ,whether it be beneath polished marble and sculptured alabaster reared by the hands of affection1 or beneath the green sod watered by tears of love2 whether it be beneath rich1 fragrant flowers blooming in perennial freshness and cared for by dear ones left behind1 or in the lonely1 pathless woods where in darkness and thick gloom you laid down your life2 whether it be in fertile valley where your life blood reddened the grass of the meadow1 or in the intrenchment of death1 facing the pitiless storm of shot and shell2 whether it be in the prison-pen1 where your heart-throbs grew faint1 but your undying love for the ,stars and ,stripes could not be seduced into deserting your country1 or in sultry mountain-passes where you wearied of the march1 and1 fever-stricken1 fell down to die1--wheresoever it be1 on land or in ocean depth1 ,o humble soldier boy1 sleep on6 ,thy cause was liberty2 thy purpose1 ,union2 thy object1 a nation purged and purified of slavery4 ,thy great deeds are thy eternal monument4 ,written on the nation's heart and in the everlasting ,book of ,life thy name shall live forevermore1 fadeless to eternity4 ,oh1 the victory1 the victory ,belongs to thee6 ,god ever keeps the brightest crown for such as thou4 ,he gives it now to thee4 ,oh1 young and brave1 and early and thrice blest6 ,thrice1 thrice1 thrice blest6 ,thy country turns once more to kiss thy youthful brow1 ,and takes thee gently1 gently to her breast1 ,and whispers lovingly1 #8,god bless thee--bless thee now1 ,my darling1 thou shalt rest6' ,my countrymen1 one and all1--if enemies in the dark days of estrangement1 brothers now and forever1--let us rejoice that under ,god we have a reunited country1 that the ,union was preserved1 that ,liberty1 crowned and sceptered1 sits enthroned in the constitution2 and with our eyes fixed on the one and only banner of the loyal heart1 let us reverently resolve to show ourselves in some measure worthy of our ancestors and our brethren who fought and died to make this blessed land the home of freedom1 free lips and free hands1 forever4 ,the dead soldiers of the republic1 the heroes of the ,revolution1 the heroes of #ahab1 the heroes of #ahdh1 the heroes of #ahfa1 the heroes of #ahih1--they sleep in glory4 ,but what of the living8 ,o soldiers of the republic1 wheresoe'er you are to-night1 on land or sea1 in frigid north or torrid south1 on frontier guarding the outposts of civilization1 or in far ,luzon defending with sleepless vigilance the flag of our hearts1 ,god bless you and keep you4 ,be of good cheer4 ,your country believes in you and loves you4 ,if you return1 she will clasp you close to her heart and bestow on you the rewards of peace2 if you fall fighting her battles1 she will be mother to your children and treasure you as she treasures those who preserved the flag you have lifted and hold on high4 ,my countrymen1 the heroes of every battlefield of the republic--from ,bunker ,hill to ,santiago--look down to-night from their portals of eternal light and beseech us to be true to the principles in vindication of which they died4 ,nay1 more3 from every land made sacred by heroism1 from every dungeon of agony and death where truth has suffered on the rack for conscience' sake1 from ,marathon and ,thermopyl1 from ,runnymede and ,bannockburn1 from the graves of ,kosciusko and ,hampden1 from the scaffolds of ,sidney and ,emmet1 comes a voice beseeching us to be faithful to our mission1 to guard jealously the citadel of ,liberty1 and to vindicate by our wisdom and righteousness and justice the holy cause of ,freedom4 ,oh6 can we stand unmoved when thus addressed8 ,let us heed these warning voices and hearken to these solemn admonitions1 and here and now1 on this ,memorial ,day1 with all the memories and lessons of the past fresh in our hearts1 let us renew our devotion and reaffirm our allegiance to the cause of ,liberty and ,union1 let us rededicate and reconsecrate ourselves to the service of our ,country4 ,how shall we fittingly commemorate the honored dead8 ,when ,greece was threatened by the ,persian army1 ,athens sent out a handful of her bravest sons to meet the myriad hosts of ,darius4 ,oh6 the intrepid courage1 the sublime patriotism1 of that ,grecian band as they advanced across the plain of ,marathon with leveled spears to fall upon the heathen horde that came to plunder and destroy4 ,to commemorate the splendid victory of ,miltiades over ,darius1 of enlightened civilization over brutish barbarism1 the ,athenians erected a mound on that historic plain1 and as a special and the highest mark of honor buried their heroes where they had fallen4 ,the light of ,athens has gone out forever2 her glory has departed1 never to return2 her power has vanished1 never to be regained2 the voice of her sublime philosophers and peerless orators is heard no more2 the language of ,homer and ,demosthenes lives only in immortal type1 the priceless heritage of the human race2 the matchless art of ,phidias and ,praxiteles is of the past1 and the unapproached masterpieces of the ,parthenon have been eaten away by the gnawing tooth of irreverent time2 a melancholy gloom of utter desolation and departed splendor broods over the 8,city of the ,violet ,crown10 the once first and proudest city in the world4 ,but1 after a lapse of more than twenty centuries1--centuries which have seen the death of the old and the birth of the new civilizations1 the rise and fall of dynasties1 the creation and decay of empires1--after a lapse of more than twenty centuries the earthen mound at ,marathon still remains1 clad to-day in the flowers of spring1 an eternal witness to the valor and heroism of ,athens1 a solemn reminder that those who die in defense of ,liberty and ,country shall not perish from the memory of men4 ,let the monument to our heroes be the land they saved1 domed and canopied by the heavens that smiled upon their cause4 ,for so long as the sun in his coming kisses and glorifies that blessed banner1 or1 sinking1 burnishes our mountain tops with crimson gold2 so long as yonder waves roll inward to break and die upon the shore2 so long as the ,american heart beats to the transports of a true and lofty patriotism1 or man has aspirations of light and liberty2 so long as the nation lives2 so long as the flag of ,washington and ,lincoln is in the sky1--even so long will our heroes' fame survive and be an inspiration to the ,union's sons forever and forever4 ,,senator ,,vest',s ,,eulogy ,,on ,,the ,,dog 8,gentlemen of the ,jury3 ,the best friend a man has in this world may turn against him and become his enemy4 ,his son and daughter that he has reared with loving care may become ungrateful4 ,those who are nearest and dearest to us1 those whom we trust with our happiness and our good name1 may become traitors to their faith4 ,the money that a man has he may lose4 ,it flies away from him when he may need it most4 ,man's reputation may be sacrificed in a moment of ill considered action4 ,the people who are prone to fall on their knees and do us honor when success is with us may be the first to throw the stone of malice when failure settles its cloud upon our heads4 ,the one absolutely unselfish friend a man may have in this selfish world1 the one that never deserts him1 the one that never proves ungrateful or treacherous1 is the dog4 8,gentlemen of the ,jury3 ,a man's dog stands by him in prosperity and poverty1 in health and in sickness4 ,he will sleep on the cold ground1 when the wintry winds blow and the snow drives fiercely1 if only he may be near his master's side4 ,he will kiss the hand that has no food to offer1 he will lick the wounds and sores that come in encounter with the roughness of the world4 ,he guards the sleep of his pauper master as if he were a prince4 8,when all other friends desert1 he remains4 ,when riches take wings and reputation falls to pieces he is as constant in his love as the sun in its journey through the heavens4 ,if fortune drives the master forth an outcast into the world1 friendless and homeless1 the faithful dog asks no higher privilege than that of accompanying him1 to guard him against danger1 to fight against his enemies1 and when the last scene of all comes and death takes his master in its embrace and his body is laid away in the cold ground1 no matter if all other friends pursue their way1 there by his graveside will the noble dog be found1 his head between his paws and his eyes sad1 but open in alert watchfulness1 faithful and true even to death40 ,,chapter ,,xiv ,,practical ,,suggestions ,,for ,,the ,,after-,,dinner ,,speaker ,the practice of speaking at the banquet table is an ancient custom4 ,in modern life it is the most universally used form of public speaking4 ,every educated man and woman sooner or later will be expected to take part in post-prandial occasions4 ,this need not be an irksome task for any provided they consider carefully a few vital essentials1 keeping in mind that the after-dinner speech is primarily to please4 ,if it ever be to instruct1 it is that kind of instruction which comes by the stimulation of our higher sensibilities4 ,essentials3 #a4 ,have something worth while to say4 #b4 ,this something must be appropriate to the occasion and to the guests4 #c4 ,know who are to be present and who are to speak4 #d4 ,know how much time is allotted you4 #e4 ,strive your utmost to enjoy yourself and let what you say appear as a spontaneous outgrowth of your environment4 #f4 ,avoid using old jokes and hackneyed quotations4 #g4 ,avoid stiff formality4 ,radiate kindliness and good fellowship toward all4 #h4 ,do not apologize4 ,let your appreciations and the fact that 8some one else could have responded better10 that 8you are unprepared10 etc41 be taken for granted4 ,don't waste time on these follies4 ,get down to business4 #i4 ,have your speech carefully prepared and stick to it4 #aj4 ,remember that this is a time that reveals your true self1 so let the best in you shine forth4 ,let us discuss more fully some of the more important essentials4 ,one should never begin his speech with an apology4 ,how boresome it is to hear a speaker express surprise at being called upon2 regretting he is totally unprepared2 telling us that some one else could have spoken on this subject far better than he1 etc41 etc41 etc4 ,this is never in place and it is never necessary4 ,on one occasion many prominent men and women were banqueting together in ,chicago4 ,dr4 ,george ,vincent1 then a member of the faculty of the ,university of ,chicago1 an orator himself of no mean ability1 was toastmaster4 ,a program of unusual length had been prepared4 ,under any ordinary chairman it would have kept the guests there until morning4 ,dr4 ,vincent arose1 and in a clear1 brief and terse introduction called attention to the long program4 ,then he said1 addressing the speakers who sat at his table3 8,each of you can give us the heart of your message in three1 certainly not more than four minutes4 ,i shall expect you1 therefore1 to go right to the heart of your subject4 ,we will take it for granted that you are not prepared1 that some one else could do better than you1 and all the rest of the apologetic introductions4 ,the moment your time is up ,i shall bring down the gavel as a forceful reminder that you must stop40 ,the result was wonderful4 ,every speaker did as the chairman required4 ,the audience heard a dozen or more bright1 snappy addresses1 full of thought and wit1 with scarcely a redundant word4 ,what otherwise would have been a long1 tedious and wholly wearisome occasion was converted into a function of grace1 a noble inspiration and a never-to-be-forgotten spiritual uplift4 ,let the after-dinner speaker note that his speech should seem to grow naturally out of the environment and fit the occasion and the guests--that is1 it should be appropriate4 ,the manner of presenting it should be genial and kindly4 ,this is no time or place to give vent to any personal animosity or didacticism4 ,there is no disposition1 ,nature says1 for a man with a well-filled stomach to digest heavy intellectual food4 ,he would much rather be amused and entertained--that is1 the occasion is a convivial one4 ,do not mistake this to mean triviality4 ,above all things1 whatever you say or whatever you do1 do not be frivolous4 ,and finally that indispensable quality originality should distinguish both the matter and the manner of each speaker4 ,this may mean nothing more than a new way of presenting an old subject4 ,the very fact that an after-dinner speech should be short1 sparkling and fit the one who delivers it1 makes it a difficult form of public address1 and consequently necessitates very careful preparation4 ,it is more than 8to tell a joke1 make a platitude and give a quotation40 ,while the after-dinner speech is supposed1 primarily1 to please1 and certainly should do so1 it is often made the means of conveying the most forceful lessons in business1 religion1 and patriotism4 ,but when1 in conveying these lessons1 the speaker becomes prosy1 or fails to please1 he is out of place and should never have been invited4 ,,chapter ,,xv ,,the ,,cultivation ,,of ,,the ,,memory ,nothing is of greater importance to the intelligent and thoughtful man or woman who would become a public speaker than the cultivation of the memory4 ,its pleasures and joys are no less than its importance and usefulness4 ,well might ,richter exclaim3 8,recollection is the only paradise from which we cannot be turned out40 ,how it brings back to us joys of sights1 sounds and emotions4 ,one has been thrilled with a gorgeous landscape1 a brilliant and vivid sunset1 a majestic mountain1 a vision of feminine beauty1 or an inspiring exhibition of physical prowess4 ,he has seen the proud march of armed men1 or the gathering of gay and happy throngs in the public play-grounds and parks4 ,a thousand memories of sights bring back joys and delights of other days4 ,so is it with the memories of sounds--concerts1 symphonies1 stirring songs1 martial music1 and the sweet voices of loved ones passed away4 ,it can readily be seen that memory is the practical basis of all knowledge4 ,indeed there is no conscious knowledge without memory4 ,no man can think without it2 there is no business success2 no writing1 no poetry1 no literature1 no oratory1 no conversation1 no music1 no art1 no psychology1 no anything of mental life without memory4 ,without memory there is no identity4 ,if ,i cannot remember myself of an hour ago1 of yesterday1 of many yesterdays1 ,i cannot be a personality4 ,life would be disconnected and therefore incoherent and useless4 ,a poor memory is ever a hindrance if not a positive curse4 ,it is as if one's legs should fail to bear him up when he starts to walk1 run1 leap1 or as if his eyes should refuse to see1 or saw but dimly when he wished to observe4 ,it is a never-ending cause of confusion1 embarrassment1 irritation1 and loss4 ,no man in any walk of life ever yet succeeded without a good memory1 and many a public speaker owes his success to his always ready power over this faculty4 ,abraham ,lincoln is a striking example of this truth4 ,,stokes',s ,,golden ,,rule ,,of ,,memory ,psychologists have not yet determined what the memory is1 but all are agreed that it can be cultivated4 ,a few general propositions can be laid down1 which1 if faithfully followed1 are certain to bring desired results4 ,stokes1 the great memory teacher of the ,royal ,polytechnic ,institution of ,london1 formulated his golden rule of memory as follows3 8,observe1 reflect1 link thought with thought1 and think of the impressions40 ,,strengthening ,,the ,,observation ,careful observation is the basis of memory4 ,to observe is to regard with attention1 to note with interest1 in other words to see well4 ,how many people are there who see well8 ,all persons who are not blind can see1 but do they see well8 ,it must be confessed that good observers are rare1 and that is one reason why good memories are rare4 ,the discipline of the observation is one of the most important ends of all mental education4 ,teach a child to observe and he can and will educate himself4 ,indeed he cannot help becoming educated4 ,without discipline of the observation one may pass through ten colleges and yet remain uneducated4 ,what is the reason the ,indian can follow a trail so much better than a white man8 ,his life has depended upon his powers of observation4 ,from the earliest days of his dawning intelligence his perceptive faculties were aroused and highly developed by the struggle for his very existence4 ,he was compelled to watch the animals in order that he might avoid those that were dangerous1 and catch those that were good for food2 to follow the flying birds that he might know when to trap them4 ,he watched the fishes as they spawned and hatched2 the insects as they bored and burrowed2 the plants and trees as they grew and budded1 blossomed and seeded4 ,the tracks of animals1 whether upon the sand1 the snow1 the mud1 or more solid earth1 soon became familiar signs to him4 ,all these and many other things in nature he learned to know thoroughly in his simple and primitive manner4 ,this knowledge in his daily struggle for existence came by means of his attention to details4 ,hence to the untrained white man his powers of observation seem little short of marvelous4 ,children from their earliest years should be taught with systematic persistence to cultivate this faculty4 ,they should be urged to tell all they can see in pictures4 ,a table spread with diverse articles covered with a cloth is also a good means of disciplining close attention and memory4 ,let the children stand around it and1 after removing the cloth1 give them a minute1 or less1 for observation1 then re-cover4 ,then give each child a chance to tell how many articles there are2 what they are2 and what is their relative position to each other1 etc4 ,an intelligent teacher will invent a score of devices for cultivation of the powers of observation1 and nothing will better repay her endeavors4 ,henry ,ward ,beecher used to illustrate the difference between observers and non-observers by telling a tale of two city lads whom he once sent out into the country4 ,one he called 8,eyes0 and the other 8,no ,eyes40 ,each was to go to a certain place and report upon what he saw4 ,the one on his return had seen little4 ,the other--,eyes--was filled to overflowing with the things he had observed4 ,it is undoubtedly due to the development of this faculty that the hat-boys and hotel clerks are able to call the guests by name and return to them their own belongings4 ,read the novels of ,frank ,norris1 of ,jack ,london1 of ,winston ,churchill or any successful writer1 the lines of any truly great poet1 and the ordinary mind cannot fail to be impressed with the wonderful store of knowledge gleaned from a thousand and one sources possessed by their writers4 ,think of the wealth of observations poured forth by a ,shakspere1 a ,browning1 a ,goethe4 ,every page contains them by the score--observations of facts in nature1 art1 science1 literature1 human action1 and indeed of everything under the sun4 ,hence1 if you would be an educated man you must observe4 ,,suggestive ,,methods ,,to ,,pursue ,to discipline the power of observation1 begin consciously to see and then immediately to test your own remembrance of what you see4 ,see slowly1 see surely4 ,be sure you have seen correctly4 ,there is so much uncertainty in all of our mental processes4 ,if it is a pile of books you are seeing1 be sure1 positive1 that there are eleven4 ,do not content yourself by saying there are about ten or twelve and let it go at that4 ,note their size1 color of their bindings1 and1 if possible1 note each title4 ,there are some librarians who seldom forget a book after once seeing it1 and can tell not only its appearance1 but its place on the book shelves1 and the appearance of its neighbors on either side4 ,this is one of the qualifications of an efficient library assistant4 ,what is true of the librarian is likewise true of other people4 ,what makes the difference between an efficient clerk in a book-store and one who is merely passable8 ,it is this power of observation and memory which makes his knowledge of books held in stock reliable4 ,let us continue our suggestions4 ,in looking over a landscape be definite in your seeing4 ,be sure that the river is to the left1 and not to the right2 that a certain tree is a sycamore1 and not a poplar2 that the green on the hillside is the young1 fresh green of the dawn of the spring1 rather than the richer green of the summer4 ,what is it that makes the landscape artist8 ,his power to portray depends upon his ability to discern and observe4 ,the poet and orator do the same1 but they make their pictures with words and phrases instead of pigments and canvas4 ,in seeing anything1 get hold of every fact possible--size1 position1 color1 relative importance1 and1 then1 before you conclude your observations1 close your eyes and reconstruct the scene mentally4 ,do this over and over again1 until you add and add to your mental picture things you had before failed to see4 ,do not merely catalogue mentally1 but see everything in its own place1 in full detail1 and in its relation to every other thing4 ,a comparatively short period of this kind of discipline will enable you to do things that will not only astound your friends1 but will be a source of infinite pleasure and1 if used intelligently in your business or profession1 profit to yourself4 ,the same principle applies in reading4 ,read slowly4 ,be sure you understand4 ,grasp every idea thoroughly4 ,to do this you must learn to picture mentally4 ,you should compel yourself to make a mental picture of every scene described4 ,you are reading ,victor ,hugo's 8,les ,miserables40 ,you come to his incomparable description of the battle of ,waterloo4 ,he tells us at the very commencement that it was the rain that gained the victory at ,waterloo4 ,observation and reflection on ,hugo's part made it possible for him to make this declaration4 ,carefully observe this statement and what follows4 ,picture that great plain1 the undulating sweep of ground4 ,place the two armies1 and then see the attack begin on ,hougomont4 ,watch the changing scene with your mental eyes4 ,follow ,hugo as he describes the general confusion from noon until four o'clock in the afternoon4 ,now prepare yourself for a great picture of a tremendous day4 ,see ,wellington's disposal of his troops on the farther side of a long hill1 on the crest of which was a deep trench caused by a road whose ruts during the centuries had worn down into the earth ten1 twenty or more feet4 ,on the near side of this hill ,napoleon's cavalry are ascending--three thousand five hundred of them1 colossal men on colossal horses4 ,on1 up1 they sweep4 ,they seem as irresistible as the passing cyclone4 ,just as they reach the crest1 to their horror they discover this trench between themselves and the ,english4 ,let ,hugo's own words now complete the picture for you3 ,it was a terrible moment4 ,the ravine was there1 unexpected1 yawning1 directly under the horses' feet1 two fathoms deep between its double slopes2 the second file pushed the first into it1 and the third pushed on the second2 the horses reared and fell backward1 landed on their haunches1 slid down1 all four feet in the air1 crushing and overwhelming the riders2 and there being no means of retreat1--the whole column being no longer anything more than a projectile1--the force which had been acquired to crush the ,english crushed the ,french2 the inexorable ravine could only yield when filled2 horses and riders rolled pell-mell1 grinding each other1 forming but one mass of flesh in this gulf3 when this trench was full of living men1 the rest marched over them and passed on4 ,almost a third of ,dubois's brigade fell into that abyss4 ,take an illustration from the ,american novel--8,ramona40 ,get a real picture in your mind of the appearance of the country4 ,see the sheep with their lambs in the fields under the trees4 ,determine what size1 shape1 and color these trees are4 ,picture ,juan ,can1 the foreman or major-domo1 listen to his voice1 so that you can definitely sense what kind of impression it makes upon your mental ear4 ,do the same with the ,seora ,moreno4 ,can you see that mustard-field described by the author1 where ,ramona goes out to meet the good ,father ,salvierderra8 ,have you got a picture in your mind of ,ramona1 and the father1 and how they met1 and how they returned to ,camulos together8 ,picture1 picture1 ,,picture1 mentally1 until every scene1 every landscape1 every character is vividly before you4 ,this was the method followed by ,macaulay1 whose memory was so phenomenal that ,sydney ,smith called him 8an encyclopedia in breeches10 and who used to say that he owed much of his memory power to the discipline he used to give himself in mental picturing4 ,he never read in a hurry4 ,he always allowed himself time enough vividly to bring the scene before his mental vision1 and once done1 with him1 it was ready to be recalled at any time4 ,joaquin ,miller used to say that he even pictured abstract ideas4 ,if1 for instance1 he was thinking of the abstract quality of coldness1 he would make a picture of some one suffering from cold1 or some wintry landscape4 ,,it ,,is ,,difficult ,,to ,,observe ,,properly ,by this time1 if you have faithfully followed these instructions about observation1 you will have discovered that the mere observation of unrelated facts amounts to very little4 ,you will begin to see that no observation of the mind is simple4 ,while you are observing1 you are naturally doing something else1 for you are classifying facts1 seeing their relation one to another1 recognizing similarities or differences1 contrasts and harmonies4 ,the mind works as a whole1 not the memory separately1 nor the judgment by itself4 ,each part is dependent upon each other part3 they overlap one another2 the operations of one faculty imply the operations of all the other faculties4 ,it is for this reason that the student must seek to discipline each apparently isolated faculty of the mind4 ,in observing1 it is not enough mentally to picture what you read4 ,you must go even more into detail than that4 ,you must observe words4 ,did you ever read 8,martin ,eden10 that wonderful study in mental development and self-analysis1 written by ,jack ,london1 revealing in retrospect his own mental processes8 ,it will more than pay you for the trouble of reading4 ,follow and practice what he therein describes4 ,words are things1 but they are things only when you know them so intimately that they bring real concept to your mind the moment you see them4 ,it is not enough that you can pronounce a word properly--that you seem to know it4 ,each word must mean something to you1 and that something must be definite1 so definite that no other can mean exactly the same thing4 ,one of the greatest dialectitians of our day was ,monsignore ,capel1 the private confessor of ,pope ,leo ,,xiii4 ,even in extemporaneous speech every word he used was the right word4 ,no other word would have done just as well4 ,he was once asked how he gained his power over words1 and he replied to the effect that when he was a lad he had several tutors4 ,one only1 however1 was a real and thorough teacher4 ,he said3 8,my first day with him ,i shall never forget4 ,he gave me a lesson in ,csar1 and then sent me away with six lines1 which ,i was to translate and bring to him in the afternoon4 ,that seemed easy4 ,when ,i went to recite my lesson ,i followed my usual wont--gave a free and easy translation1 which may have contained the sense of the original1 or may not4 ,he heard me through without a word4 ,then he began a dissection of my method of translation that made my hair stand on end1 every drop of my blood tingle1 every faculty of my brain respond1 every power of my soul awaken to a sense of the hitherto untold1 undreamed of1 unbounded capacities of words4 ,that man was a genius in quickening a lad's dormant faculties into living1 driving1 whipping forces for good4 ,he took each word of the original and demanded that ,i find its equivalent in ,english1 and he showed me how to do it4 ,i must never take to him an ,english word whose original parentage ,i could not trace4 ,i must know all its mutations and their whys and wherefores4 ,there could be no such thing as a free translation4 ,it was either a strictly literal translation or my version1 lazy or otherwise1 in another language from that in which the author had written4 ,from that day on1 ,i began the study of words4 ,i learned how to trace the history of words2 the changes that had come into their meanings1 and my teacher helped me to do it during the whole of the time ,i was in his hands4 ,to him ,i owe whatever power ,i possess to-day40 ,read ,trench's book on words and then study ,john ,ruskin's 8,sesame and ,lilies40 ,get hold of all the modern books on the subject4 ,read ,shelley1 ,keats1 ,george ,sterling1 ,browning1 ,swinburne--any author who has great felicity of phrase1 rare delicacy of expression1 and seek to discover his secret1 and you will be amazed at the potent force of words4 ,for1 of course1 while words themselves are to be studied1 it is in their relation one to another when put into sentences that their power1 sweetness1 beauty1 charm1 and music lie4 ,and here we come to the real work of observing4 ,all else is preparatory to grasping the idea of the author4 ,in his idea lies his inspiration4 ,the words he uses may be good1 medium1 or indifferent1 but if we grasp his idea1 his high1 intellectual and spiritual conception and aspirations1 we have gained the chief thing4 ,words are a wonderful help in this4 ,his power to arrange them1 to give them new settings1 new and richer cadences1 will not fail to quicken our own intellect to readier and keener appreciation of his thought4 ,hence words should be deeply1 attentively and earnestly studied by all authors and speakers in order that they may be able to arrange them in this masterly fashion4 ,for this personal arrangement of words and phrases1 this flow and rhythm1 is that marvelous thing we call style4 ,several times in 8,martin ,eden0 ,jack ,london refers to this4 ,he has his rude hero who is brought out of the streets1 influenced by the love he feels for the heroine1 determine to educate himself4 ,he studies and begins to write4 ,he read to her a story one of his own compositions1 one that he flattered himself was among his very best4 ,he called it 8,the ,wine of ,life10 and the wine of it1 that had stolen into his brain when he wrote it1 stole into his brain now as he read it4 ,there was a certain magic in the original conception1 and he adorned it with more magic and phrase and touch4 ,all the old fire was reborn in him and he was swayed and swept away so that he was blind and deaf to the faults of it4 ,but it was not so with ,ruth4 ,her trained ear detected the weaknesses and exaggerations1 the overemphasis of the tyro1 and she was instantly aware each time the sentence-rhythm tripped and faltered4 ,she scarcely noted the rhythm otherwise1 except when it became too pompous1 at which moments she was disagreeably impressed with its amateurishness4 ,just before this he said to her3 8,i hope ,i am learning to talk1 there seems to be so much in me ,i want to say4 ,but it is all so big4 ,i can't find ways to say what is really in me4 ,sometimes it seems to me that all the world1 all life1 everything1 had taken up residence inside of me and was clamoring for me to be spokesman4 ,i feel--oh1 ,i can't describe it--,i feel the bigness of it1 but when ,i speak1 ,i babble like a child4 ,it is a great task to transmute feeling and sensation into speech1 written or spoken1 that will1 in turn1 in him who reads or listens1 transmute itself back into the selfsame feeling and sensation4 ,it is a lordly task4 ,see1 ,i bury my face in the grass1 and the breath ,i draw in through my nostrils sets me quivering with a thousand thoughts and fancies4 ,it is a breath of the ,universe ,i have breathed4 ,i know song and laughter1 and success and pain1 and struggle and death2 and see visions that arise in my brain somehow out of the scent of the grass1 and ,i would like to tell them to you1 to the world4 ,but how can ,i8 ,my tongue is tied4 ,i have tried1 by the spoken word1 just now1 to describe to you the effect on me of the scent of the grass4 ,but ,i have not succeeded4 ,i have no more than hinted in awkward speech4 ,my words seem gibberish to me1 and yet ,i am stifled with desire to tell40 ,that was her final judgment on the story as a whole--amateurish1 though she did not tell him so4 ,instead1 when he had done1 she pointed out the minor flaws and said that she liked the story4 ,but he was disappointed4 ,her criticism was just4 ,he acknowledged that1 but he had a feeling that he was not sharing his work with her for the purpose of schoolroom correction4 ,the details did not matter4 ,they could take care of themselves4 ,he could mend them1 he could learn to mend them4 ,out of life he had captured something big and attempted to imprison it in the story4 ,it was the big thing out of life that he had read to her1 not sentence structure and semicolons4 ,he wanted her to feel with him this big thing that was his1 that he had seen with his own eyes1 grappled with his own brain1 and placed there on the pages with his own hands in printed words4 ,well1 he had failed1 was his secret decision4 ,perhaps the editors were right4 ,he had felt the big thing1 but he had failed to transmute it4 ,he concealed his disappointment1 and joined so easily with her in her criticism that she did not realize that deep down in him was running a strong undercurrent of disagreement4 ,later he enlarges upon this1 and also relates how he gained his mastery3 ,on the looking-glass were lists of definitions and pronunciations2 when shaving1 or dressing1 or combing his hair1 he conned these lists over4 ,similar lists were on the wall over the oil-stove1 and they were similarly conned while he was engaged in cooking or washing dishes4 ,new lists continually displaced the old ones4 ,every strange or partly familiar word encountered in his reading was immediately jotted down1 and later1 when a sufficient number had been accumulated1 were typed and pinned to the wall or looking-glass4 ,he even carried them in his pockets1 and reviewed them at odd moments on the street1 or while waiting in butcher-shop or grocery to be served4 ,he went farther in the matter4 ,reading the works of men who had arrived1 he noted every result achieved by them1 and worked out the tricks by which they had been achieved--the tricks of narrative1 of exposition1 of style1 the points of view1 the contrasts1 the epigrams2 and of all these he made lists for study4 ,he did not ape4 ,he sought principles4 ,he drew up lists of effective and fetching mannerisms1 till out of many such1 culled from many writers1 he was able to induce the general principle of mannerism1 and1 thus equipped1 to cast about for new and original ones of his own1 and to weigh and measure and appraise them properly4 ,in similar manner he collected lists of strong phrases1 the phrases of living languages1 phrases that bit like acid and scorched like flame1 or that glowed and were mellow and luscious in the midst of the arid desert of common speech4 ,he sought always for the principle that lay behind and beneath4 ,he wanted to know how the thing was done2 after that he could do it for himself4 ,he was not content with the fair face of the beauty4 ,he dissected beauty in his crowded little bedroom laboratory1 where cooking smells alternated with the outer bedlam of the ,silva tribe2 and1 having dissected and learned the anatomy of beauty1 he was nearer being able to create beauty itself4 ,this latter quotation shows us how ,jack ,london mastered a knowledge of that subtle thing called 8style40 ,every student of ,english literature knows there are vast differences between the writings of ,johnson and ,carlyle1 ,de,quincey and ,coleridge1 ,ruskin and ,newman1 ,browning and ,tennyson4 ,yet each uses the ,english language and possibly it might be found that the vocabulary of each was not very different from that of the other4 ,then wherein lies the difference8 ,it is in that marvelous personal quality1 that individuality expressed in its use of words1 that we call style1 that the difference lies4 ,to aid your memory1 study and observe styles4 ,ever be on the alert to discover why an author appeals to you4 ,in reading ,bret ,harte ask yourself why his appeal is so different from that of ,sir ,walter ,scott1 ,browning from ,longfellow1 ,whitman from ,swinburne1 ,pope from ,sterling4 ,observation also applies to hearing as well as seeing4 ,how do you hear8 ,carefully1 definitely1 specifically1 or indifferently1 generally8 ,have you ever sought to disentangle the roar of noises you can hear in the city's streets8 ,at first it is a dull confusion of sound that comes as one great1 indistinguishable roar4 ,listen6 ,observe1 and you will soon be able to distinguish the clatter of hoofs from the creak of the car-wheels2 the whistle of the traffic-officer from the cry of the newsboy1 or the honking of automobile-horns from the clang of street-car gongs4 ,most people think that only a highly trained musician should be able to distinguish the various instruments as they are played in a band or an orchestra1 but any well-trained observer should be able to differentiate between the instruments if he so desires4 ,and this brings us to a very striking discovery that we should not overlook2 namely1 that the powers of observation should be under the personal control of the individual4 ,for instance1 if he desires to observe the effect of the music of an orchestra of a hundred pieces as a whole1 he should be able to do so4 ,he should likewise be able to hear the different instruments1 either alone1 or in their relation one to another4 ,the power to do this is one of the qualifications of a great conductor4 ,his faculties of observation are highly developed1 or are naturally acute in this regard2 hence1 when combined with other leadership qualities1 he becomes a great director4 ,as applied to hearing a speech1 lecture1 or sermon1 how shall one observe8 ,exactly the same as one observes in reading--by concentration of attention1 seeing details1 visualizing or mentally picturing every scene2 listening to the speaker's choice of words2 his power to make euphonic grouping not only for the sweetness of sound1 but for their potency as well4 ,hard work1 this observing1 is it not8 ,it is intensive and perpetual4 ,the athlete must keep in training so long as he desires physically to excel2 so with the student or scholar4 ,he must not lag1 must not cease in his efforts1 or he will lose his place or power4 ,the will must be evoked to aid in such concentration of effort4 ,the desire must be more fully excited1 aroused1 enthused1 or the will will not respond4 ,how many people go to church1 to hear a lecture1 an address1 with the determination strong within them to allow nothing to interfere with their observing to the full what is said by the speaker8 ,note the turning around as late-comers take their places4 ,watch how easily the major part of an audience's attention can be diverted4 ,it is pitiable and even ludicrous were it not so lamentable1 because it reveals that in the training of our youth strict attention has not been demanded4 ,,develop ,,the ,,power ,,of ,,reflection ,we now come to the second part of ,professor ,stokes's rule--,reflect4 ,this word is made up of two ,latin words re1 back or again1 and flecto1 to bend or turn4 ,the meaning is thus made clear4 ,by observation through one or more of our senses we perceive things2 mental impressions are secured2 these are now to be bent or turned so that we can see them again1 but the process is to be purely mental4 ,reflection in itself implies recognition or memory1 for without memory there could be nothing upon which to reflect4 ,every normal human being has the power to bend again1 to turn back1 and over and over again the impressions he has received through observation4 ,hence reflect continuously upon that which you wish to remember4 ,go over it in every possible way4 ,dwell upon it1 let it develop within you until you are as familiar with every possible phase1 detail1 change1 enlargement in it1 as a fond mother is with the face of her precious baby4 ,as you reflect1 be sure your mind is not playing you false4 ,refresh it by referring to the original again and again if possible4 ,in this way you deepen the original impressions1 make them more lasting1 more secure4 ,then1 too1 as you look upon a subject again--reflect upon it--you get new angles of vision4 ,this enlarges your conception and provokes original thought4 ,for instance3 ,newton observed an apple fall4 ,there we have a simple fact of observation4 ,he began to reflect upon this fact4 ,as he did so1 fresh thought upon the fact leaped into his mind and in due time the theory of gravitation was born4 ,centuries ago men observed the fact that when a string of any kind was pulled tight and struck upon it gave forth a musical sound4 ,in due time a man or many men in succession reflected upon this fact1 and the guitar1 the banjo1 the ukulele1 the violin and the piano were invented1 born of the processes of observation and reflection4 ,this is everywhere seen in fields where the inventive genius of man is at play4 ,it was ,john ,dolland who observed that glass made of different kinds1 or different properties of sand and silica1 etc41 had a different color1 and produced a different effect when used in a sidereal telescope4 ,he reflected upon this fact4 ,this led him to experiment1 and by and by he discovered that when he placed lenses together1 one concave and the other convex1 and one of crown and the other of flint glass1 a telescope was made that eliminated the extra and confusing images of the object gazed upon1 hitherto found on the outer rim of all telescopes4 ,in other words1 the achromatic telescope was born--one of the greatest helps to astronomical science--born of many careful observations and long-continued reflections4 ,another case in point is that of ,franklin1 who saw the lightning in the clouds--a simple act of observation4 ,he began to reflect upon his observation4 ,his reflections suggested something4 ,he sent up a kite to find out if there was any possibility of tapping that inexhaustible reservoir of electricity in the heavens4 ,our use to-day of the telegraph1 telephone1 wireless1 electric light1 electric power in the thousand and one ways it is made to do service to mankind is the result of those acts of observation and reflection4 ,the same is true with ,luther ,burbank1 who looked more closely1 more attentively1 with greater concentration1 upon flowers1 vegetables1 plants1 trees1 than most men1 observed that extra fine potatoes resulted when the flowers of the largest and best potatoes were cross-pollinated4 ,he reflected upon this fact4 ,the results have astounded the world in the development of improved and even new varieties of useful and beautiful growths4 ,also ,darwin's observations1 confirmed by those of thousands of others1 duly reflected upon1 enabled him to write his 8,origin of ,species02 and when ,herbert ,spencer read 7observed7 that book and reflected upon it1 and others cognate with it1 he formulated his 8,synthetic ,philosophy10 which absolutely changed the current of the thought of the world4 ,so it is with all sciences1 all theories1 all working hypotheses1 all steps toward complete knowledge4 ,they1 each and all1 invariably and unalterably depend upon the two powers of observation and reflection4 ,there are no discoveries1 no inventions1 without these two mental operations4 ,hence is it not apparent that no memory student can over-estimate their importance8 ,for1 here is a fact that observation has revealed and reflection and experience confirmed2 namely1 that he who has carefully observed the most facts is the best prepared to reflect profitably4 ,or to put it in still another way2 no one can properly1 completely and successfully reflect unless his mind is stored with many facts accurately and minutely observed4 ,how could ,carlyle have written his wonderful 8,heroes and ,hero ,worship0 unless he had carefully observed1 through his reading1 the effect of a great man's actions upon millions of his fellowmen8 ,his 8,cromwell0 and 8,french ,revolution0 still more fully reflect the wealth of his stored facts 7observations7 and the result of his constantly turning them over again and again 7reflection7 in his powerful1 logical and imaginative mind4 ,helen ,hunt ,jackson's 8,ramona0 is a similar result of powerful observation of the ,california ,indians and sympathetic and clear-headed reflection1 as was also ,harriet ,beecher ,stowe's 8,uncle ,tom's ,cabin40 ,hence1 ,observe1 ,reflect1 with greater and increasingly greater care4 ,,thought-,,linking ,we now come to ,stokes's third requirement--8,link thought with thought40 ,few things are seen isolated from other things4 ,indeed1 unless one deliberately shuts out--inhibits--his observing faculties1 it is impossible for him to see one thing alone4 ,even the solitary star is seen in relation to the sky1 and the solitary vessel1 as it moves1 in relation to the ever-changing surface of the deep4 ,and it is this natural relationship of one idea to another--and its conscious recognition at the time of observation1 or later1 during reflection1 that one's memory is aided4 ,this is what psychologists have always called 8the law of the association of ideas40 ,it is a natural law1 which even a child unconsciously recognizes4 ,the baby subconsciously or instinctively knows that food and its pleasant sensations of comfort are associated with its mother's breast4 ,star and sky1 sea and ship1 automobile and swift travel1 gun and war1 cyclone and disaster1 are instances of natural and simple association that all people recognize4 ,in the cultivation1 discipline1 strengthening of the powers of the memory1 this natural law can be made to render marvelous service4 ,for not only can man avail himself of faculties of the mind unconsciously exercised1 he has the additional power of consciously directing their exercise4 ,just as our domestic water systems are the result of the conscious direction of the self-flowing water in the course we wish it to flow1 so is the enlarged power of our memories the result of the conscious and purposeful direction of our observation1 reflection1 and thought-linking to that end4 ,drawn from personal experience there are five methods of thought-linking which have proved themselves of great help4 ,these are3 ,first1 ,incidental4 ,second1 ,accidental4 ,third1 ,scientific4 ,fourth1 ,pictorial4 ,fifth1 ,constructive4 ,,the ,,incidental ,,method ,the events1 the incidents1 of the day occur in a natural order3 one follows another4 ,the days of the week with their respective incidents follow in natural sequence4 ,a full recognition of this fact is of far greater help to the memory than one would believe on first thought4 ,many a man has been able to recall a particularly important event by going back1 step by step1 incident by incident1 over the occurrences of the day4 ,it is related of ,thurlow ,weed1 the eminent statesman1 that1 when he entered political life1 he had so poor and wretched a memory that it was his bane4 ,he determined to improve it1 and1 realizing the importance of observation and reflection1 he decided upon the following method3 ,as the incidents of the day followed each other1 in natural sequence1 he would consciously note how they followed4 ,then at the close of the day he sat down with his wife1 and relating the incidents exactly in the order they occurred1 he would review the events of the day1 even to the most trivial and inconsequential act4 ,at other times he would relate the incidental order backwards4 ,it was not long before his memory so improved that he began to be noted for it4 ,before he died1 he had the reputation of possessing a phenomenal memory4 ,one will find this same method a great help in seeking to recall a sermon1 a lecture or speech4 ,there is a natural sequence in all well-thought-out addresses1 and the listener1 carefully noting the change from one thought to another--the progress of the address--will find it aid his memory development wonderfully to take the last thought given1 say1 and in reverse order1 bring up the thoughts1 the ideas given4 ,then let the address be 8incidentally0 gone over from the first thought to the second1 the third1 and so on to the end4 ,thus it can be recalled and put away in the memory securely for future use4 ,,the ,,accidental ,,method ,another natural method is what may be termed accidental4 ,it is purely accidental that ,pike's ,peak is #ad1adg feet high1 but see how this fact enables you to fix the figures in your mind4 ,there are two fourteens and the last figure is half of fourteen1 namely1 seven4 ,it is a purely accidental fact that the two ,emperors of ,germany died in #ahhh1 but the fact that they did die in that year1 the one year in the whole century when the three eights occur1 indelibly fixes the date in mind4 ,again the year #afff might have passed by unnoticed were it not for the fact that that was the date of the ,great ,fire in ,london4 ,now let us see how this accidental association may fix a relative date for many other important events4 ,the ,great ,fire purged the city of ,london of the horrors caused by the ,great ,plague4 ,this plague was made the basis for ,eugene ,sue's graphic novel1 8,the ,wandering ,jew40 ,wherever he went--so ran the legend--the plague followed as the result of ,christ's curse4 ,it was the ,great ,plague that brought into existence the peculiar custom of all the ,latin1 as well as the ,english1 peoples exclaiming1 8,god bless you60 or its equivalent1 upon hearing one sneeze4 ,the reason for the custom is that sneezing was one of the first symptoms of the fearful plague1 and one1 hearing his friend sneeze1 immediately felt afraid he was seized with the dread disease1 and gave vent to this pious exclamation4 ,the custom persists to this day1 but few know its origin4 ,this plague also brings to mind a noble example of heroism that is worthy of enshrinement in every heart4 ,it was found by those who watched the progress of the plague that it went from place to place1 dying out here as soon as it appeared elsewhere4 ,it was this phenomenon that gave to ,eugene ,sue the dramatic element in his novel1 for it appeared to the ignorant people of those days that the plague actually followed the cursed ,jew4 ,a country pastor1 an humble but devoted and true servant of ,god1 in a little ,derbyshire village1 had observed this fact4 ,although isolation for contagious diseases was not thought of by physicians at that time1 this man seemed to grasp the idea4 ,he determined that if ever the disease reached his village he would endeavor to isolate his people from all others so that it would stop there and no longer continue to slay its helpless victims4 ,in due time the plague did appear in his village4 ,he had already aroused in his simple-minded flock the spirit of true heroism1 and they pledged themselves to second his endeavors4 ,food was brought from a near-by town and deposited near a watering-trough1 in which a small stream was continually flowing4 ,in this flowing water the villagers placed the money in payment for their food supplies4 ,thus there was no contact of peoples1 no contamination4 ,the villagers kept to themselves1 no one going away and no one coming in4 ,the result was that in a very short time the plague was stayed1 and ,europe breathed a great sigh of relief1 attributing its cessation to the goodness of ,god1 when we now know it was owing to the self-sacrificing wisdom of men4 ,but we are not yet through with our associations with the accidental date of #afff4 ,the most remarkable account we have of the ,great ,plague is ,daniel ,de,foe's 8,journal of the ,plague10 which for many years was regarded as the genuine diary of an eye-witness4 ,as ,de,foe1 however1 was not born until #affa1 five years before the plague1 he could have had but the faintest and most childish remembrances of that dread event4 ,but it was he who wrote the world-famous1 ever-enjoyable 8,robinson ,crusoe40 ,this appeared in #agai1 and1 while the association of this date with that of #afff is remote1 it does approximately fix the date of the appearance of that masterpiece4 ,another literary masterpiece appeared1 however1 much nearer the time of the plague4 ,that was ,john ,bunyan's 8,pilgrim's ,progress10 which was written in ,bedford ,jail during the actual year of the plague and fire4 ,one of the greatest lawyers of ,england was ,sir ,matthew ,hale1 and it is a help to fix approximately the time he was on the bench when we recall that it was he who sentenced ,john ,bunyan to the twelve years' confinement that gave to the world his 8,pilgrim's ,progress40 ,on the other hand1 ,hale was a great personal friend of ,richard ,baxter1 who1 at about the same time1 wrote the well known 8,saints' ,everlasting ,rest40 ,here1 then1 hung on to this accidental peg of the year #afff1 we find the following facts3 ,first1 the ,great ,fire2 second1 the ,great ,plague2 third1 ,eugene ,sue's novel 8,the ,wandering ,jew20 fourth1 the custom of saying 8,god bless you20 fifth1 the heroism of the ,derbyshire villagers that stopped the plague2 sixth ,de,foe's writing of the 8,journal of the ,plague0 and 8,robinson ,crusoe20 seventh1 ,bunyan's writing of 8,pilgrim's ,progress20 eighth1 ,sir ,matthew ,hale on the ,english bench2 ninth1 ,richard ,baxter's writing of the 8,saints' ,everlasting ,rest40 ,every novelist uses this law of accidental association1 for it is habitually used by every class of people4 ,who is there who does not recall certain events because they happened on days when other and perhaps more important events occurred which fixed the date in the mind8 ,for instance1 if an event occurred on the day of her first child's birth1 and the mother was aware of it1 you may rest fully assured she would have no trouble recalling the date of the event4 ,its accidental association will guarantee its remembrance4 ,lawyers use this law constantly in seeking to extract evidences from their witnesses4 ,the dates of certain events are surely fixed in the mind4 ,other events1 less securely remembered1 occurred at1 or about1 the same time4 ,the association once clearly established1 the memory invariably responds4 ,,the ,,scientific ,,method ,this method is merely a phase of reflection1 for during that process one naturally classifies his ideas1 received through observation4 ,as ,david ,pryde says in his 8,how to ,read03 ,see every fact and group of facts as clearly and distinctly as you can2 ascertain the fact in your past experience to which it bears a likeness or relation1 and then associate it with that fact4 ,and this rule can be applied in almost every case4 ,take as an example that most difficult of all efforts1 namely1 the beginning of a new study1 where all the details are strange4 ,all that you have to do is to begin with those details that can be associated with your past experience4 ,in science1 begin with the specimens with which you are already familiar1 and group around them as many other specimens as you can4 ,in history and geography1 commence with the facts relating to the places and scenes which you actually know4 ,and in foreign languages1 start with the words and phrases for the most familiar objects and incidents of every-day life4 ,in this way you will give all your mind a clear and safe foundation in your own experience4444 ,the mind cannot master many disconnected details4 ,it becomes perplexed and then helpless4 ,it must generalize these details4 ,it must arrange them into groups1 according to the three laws of association--resemblance1 contiguity1 and cause and effect4 ,this1 it will be granted at once1 must be the method in all rigidly systematic studies1 such as the sciences1 history1 biography1 and politics4 ,but it is valuable to ordinary people as well to know that the same plan can be used in all kinds of descriptions4 ,every collection of details can be arranged in groups in such a way that they can be clearly understood and remembered4 ,the following is the manner in which this can be done3 ,in studying any interesting scene1 let your mind look carefully at all the details4 ,you will then become conscious of one or more definite effects or strong impressions that have been made upon you4 ,discover what these impressions are4 ,then group and describe in order the details which tend to produce each of the impressions4 ,you will then find that you have comprised in your description all the important details of the scene4 ,as an instance1 let us suppose a writer is out in the country on a morning toward the end of ,may1 and wishes to describe the multitudinous objects which delight his senses4 ,first of all1 he ascertains that the general impressions as produced on his mind by the summer landscape are the ideas of luxuriance1 brightness and joy4 ,he then proceeds to describe in these groups the details which produce these impressions4 ,he first takes up the luxuriant features1 the springing crops of grain completely hiding the red soil2 the rich1 living carpet of grass and flowers covering the meadows2 the hedge-rows on each side of the way1 in their bright summer green2 the trees bending gracefully under the full weight of their foliage2 and the wild plants1 those waifs of nature1 flourishing everywhere1 smothering the woodland brook1 filling up each scar and crevice in the rock1 and making a rich fringe along the side of every highway and footpath4 ,he then descants upon the brightness of the landscape2 the golden sunshine2 the pearly dew-drops hanging on the tips of every blade of grass1 and sparkling in the morning rays2 the clusters of daisies dappling the pasture-land2 the dandelion glowing under the very foot of the traveler2 the chestnut trees1 like great candelabra1 stuck all over with white lights1 lighting up the woodlands2 and lilacs1 laburnums1 and hawthorne in full flower1 making the farmer's garden one mass of variegated blossom4 ,and last of all1 he can dwell upon the joy that is abroad on the face of the earth3 the little birds so full of one feeling that they can only trill it forth in the same delicious monotone2 the lark bounding into the air1 as if eager and quivering to proclaim his joy to the whole world2 the bee humming his satisfaction as he revels among the flowers2 and the myriads of insects floating in the air and poising and darting with drowsy buzz through the floods of golden sunshine4 ,thus we see that1 by this habit of generalizing1 the mind can grasp the details of almost any scene4 ,this desire to unify knowledge1 to see unity in variety1 is one of the most noted characteristics of great men in all departures of learning4 ,scientific men in the present day are eager to resolve all the phenomena of nature into force or energy4 ,the history of philosophy1 too1 is in a great measure1 taken up with attempts to prove that being and knowing are identical4 ,emerson can find no better definition of genius than that it is intellect constructive4 ,perhaps1 he says1 if we should meet ,shakspere1 we should not be conscious of any great inferiority1 but of a great equality1 only that he possesses a great skill of using--of classifying--his facts1 which we lacked4 ,herbert ,spencer was a master at the classification of facts4 ,by the classification of all the known languages of the world1 the scientists are seeking to find out accurately1 as never before1 the relationships of mankind4 ,men have been writing the different languages of widely diverse people for centuries1 but never before has an attempt been made on so vast a scale to bring all this isolated knowledge to bear upon the solution of one great question--the origin of the human race4 ,all scientific knowledge is based upon the association of isolated and detached facts4 ,these are then reflected upon1 and1 finally1 theories begin to form themselves in the mind of the student1 the philosopher4 ,he then brings his facts and theories into close relationship and sees whether they 8fit40 ,if he is assured that they do1 he presents his thought to the world1 and1 according to its reasonableness1 it is received or rejected4 ,,the ,,pictorial ,,method ,most children make mental pictures with great ease1 but1 unfortunately1 as they grow older1 they allow this faculty to lose its power by disuse4 ,in the cultivation and use of the memory1 however1 it can be of the greatest possible help4 ,all books of travel and description1 all novels1 all history1 are made up of a series of word pictures4 ,do not be content merely to read the words of these pictures4 ,go further6 ,actually picture each scene in your imagination and you will thus materially aid your original power of observation4 ,let your pictures be definite1 positive1 explicit as to details1 for the more careful you are in making a picture real to your mind1 the easier it will be recalled4 ,now1 if you desire to recall the whole course of a book1 you will find these vividly-made mental pictures have a natural order of sequence1 and one will recall the next following1 and so on4 ,there is great joy in learning to make pictorial thought-links1 and then in the ability they give to the memory to recall them4 ,,methods ,,of ,,constructive ,,thought-,,linking ,we now come to the active making of artificial links as aids to the memory where none naturally appear4 ,a thought-link of this type is the generally known doggerel3 ,thirty days hath ,september1 ,april1 ,june and ,november1 ,all the rest have thirty-one ,save ,february which alone #ah;,has twenty-eight1 and one day more ,we add to it one year in four4 ,in like manner how do we remember the order of the prime colors8 ,few there are who do not know the coined word1 made from the initial letters of ,violet1 ,indigo1 ,blue1 ,green1 ,yellow1 ,orange1 ,red--,vibgyor4 ,again1 the student of geology1 who forgets the order of his great epochs or eras1 might recall them by formulating a sentence that presents the initial letters of the names of these epochs4 ,thus1 8,careful men pay easily10 suggests ,cenozoic1 ,mesozoic1 ,paleozoic1 ,eozoic4 ,of course no one of common sense presumes to assert that these constructive thought-links are any other than crutches1 footbridges over streams too wide to stride or jump unaided4 ,they should frankly be recognized as such1 and only reverted to in case of necessity1 or as a last resort4 ,but it is equally foolish in view of the testimony of their almost universal usage and helpfulness1 to deny that they are an aid to most memories4 ,,think ,,of ,,the ,,impressions ,to 8think of the impressions40 ,this is the final admonition of ,stokes's golden rule of memory4 ,one word conveys his idea--review4 ,the things to be remembered must be thought over4 ,they must be re-collected--again collected4 ,you will thus re-observe them1 re-reflect upon them1 re-strengthen your original mental impressions and the ideas that have grown around them4 ,experience demonstrates that all memory impressions are lasting4 ,one may have forgotten something for twenty1 thirty1 forty years1 when suddenly a chance word1 sound1 sight1 or even odor1 will recall it with an intensity and reality that are startling4 ,all works on mental philosophy give illustrations of this asserted fact4 ,the practical need of all men1 however1 is to cultivate the ability to call up mental impressions at will4 ,ready recollection is the great desideratum4 ,hidden knowledge is of slight use4 ,it is as if one had a fortune stored away in some hidden dungeon1 carefully locked up1 but he had lost the key4 ,availability1 readiness1 promptness are essentials to efficiency4 ,the hat-boy at the hotel dining-room would be useless did his memory not act promptly1 instantly4 ,to-morrow will not do4 ,now is the accepted time4 ,this efficient1 prompt1 responsive memory is the one you need and desire4 ,it is worth striving for4 ,the prospector wanders over the mountains1 canyons1 deserts1 for years1 seeking the precious ore in most unlikely places4 ,he is always buoyed up with the hope1 some day1 of striking it rich4 ,are you as earnest in your desire for memory development as he8 ,if so1 careful1 systematic1 daily exercise of the various faculties of the mind and memory will give to you this golden possession4 ,reread here what has been quoted earlier from ,david ,pryde's 8,what ,books to ,read and ,how to ,read40 ,the hints therein contained are worth their weight in gold to the really earnest student4 ,but rest assured of this3 ,if you would have a good memory1 you must work for it4 ,give your whole attention to whatever you read or hear4 ,concentrate4 ,compare the parts of the composition with the whole4 ,seek its excellencies1 study its deficiencies4 ,reflect upon it from every angle4 ,write out in your own language the facts1 or the ideas of what you have heard or read4 ,then use daily what you have gained4 ,knowledge stored away in the mind is not only useless1 it is positively injurious4 ,use is the law of life4 ,give your knowledge1 your ideas1 your reflections away4 ,tell them to your intimates1 your friends4 ,write them to your correspondents4 ,for the more you give the more you will find you have4 ,there is a giving that increases and a withholding that impoverishes1 and in nothing is this more apparent than in the giving of the riches of the mind or memory4 ,each time one recites a well-liked poem for the benefit and blessing of others1 the more firmly he fixes it in his own mind4 8,there is that which scattereth1 and yet increaseth40 ,in the scattering of your gems of mind and heart1 you are increasing your own store4 ,not only give freely1 but give often4 ,the daily use of what you have gained is an advantage4 ,avail yourself of every reasonable opportunity to use your newly acquired powers1 and your newly acquired knowledge4 ,let me repeat1 use is the law of life4 ,to learn something new daily is a good motto1 but to use what you have learned is even better4 ,you gain ease of recollection by daily exercising the faculty of recollection4 ,and if your memory balks1 refuses to act1 compel it to obey you4 ,if you make a demand upon it and it fails to respond--you cannot remember--do not let the matter go by4 ,demand of the memory that it bring back that which you require4 ,keep the need before you4 ,in this constant1 persistent1 cheerful1 willing use of the memory lies great happiness and content4 8,it is more blessed to give than to receive40 ,the more1 in reason1 the athlete uses his muscles the stronger they become4 ,and think of the radiant joy that is the natural accompaniment of a healthy1 vigorous body4 ,what constant pleasure is his who calls upon a physical body which readily and willingly responds6 ,equally so is it with the memory and all the mind4 ,activity keeps it in health4 ,in this glorious condition it readily responds to all calls1 it is radiantly alive1 and ,i know of no joy greater that can be given to man than that in body1 mind1 and soul he is a radiating center of activity1 receiving and giving on every hand4 ,in conclusion1 here are a few practical words upon the other side of the question1 on forgetting1 for there is a forgetting that is of great help to the power of remembering4 ,fix these precepts firmly in your mind3 ,forget evil imaginations4 ,forget the slander you have heard4 ,forget the meanness of small souls4 ,forget the faults of your friends4 ,forget the injuries done you by your enemies4 ,forget the misunderstandings of yesterday4 ,forget all malice1 all fault-finding1 all injuries1 all hardness1 all unlovely and distressing things4 ,start out every day with a clean sheet4 ,remember only the sweet1 beautiful and lovely things1 and you will thus be as a human sun of righteousness1 with healing in your rays4 ,,footnotes #a ,entered according to ,act of ,congress1 in the year #ahhd1 by ,george ,wharton ,james1 in the office of the ,librarian of ,congress1 at ,washington1 ,d4 ,c4 #b ,entered according to ,act of ,congress1 in the year #ahhe1 by ,george ,wharton ,james1 in the office of the ,librarian of ,congress1 at ,washington1 ,d4 ,c4 #c ,scripture1 8,stuttering and ,lisping10 p4 #c4 #d ,pauline ,b4 ,camp1 8,correction of ,speech ,defects in a ,public ,school ,system40 8,the ,quarterly ,journal of ,public ,speaking0 for ,october1 #aiag1 p4 #cjd4 #e ,by contact is meant the point of greatest resistance of the vocal organs to the column of air4 #f ,lawyer1 ,senator from ,nebraska1 #ahie--;born at ,montpelier1 ,vt41 #ahdg4 #g ,pronounced 8,sombray40 #h ,adobe1 pronounced ,a-doby1 a thick clay of which sun-dried bricks are made4 #i ,robert ,lloyd was an ,english poet of the middle eighteenth century4 #aj ,this remarkable poem relates to revelry in ,india at a time when the ,english officers serving in that country were being struck down by pestilence4 ,it has been correctly styled 8the very poetry of military despair40 #aa ,some of the greatest literature of this war has been written by ,british ,tommies--in the trenches or in hospitals2 but nothing finer or better interpreting the psychology of the men at the front has yet appeared in print than this poem by ,bombardier ,b4 ,bumpas1 of the ,australian contingent1 wounded at ,gallipoli and while convalescing in a hospital at ,cairo1 minus a leg and an eye4 #ab ,from 8,madrigali40 #ac ,from ,hiawatha4 #ad ,mr4 ,miller gives the following interesting note to the above poem3 8,we had been moving ,west and ,west from my birth1 at ,liberty1 ,union ,county1 ,indiana1 ,november #aj1 #ahda or #ahdb 7the ,bible was burned and we don't know which year71 and now were in the woods of the ,miami ,indian ,reserve4 ,my first recollection is of starting up from the trundle-bed with my two little brothers and looking out one night at father and mother at work burning brush-heaps1 which threw a lurid flare against the greased paper window4 ,late that autumn ,i was measured for my first shoes1 and ,papa led me to his school4 ,then a strange old woman came1 and there was mystery and a smell of mint1 and one night1 as we three little ones were hurried away through the woods to a neighbor's1 she was very cross4 ,we three came back alone in the cold1 early morning4 ,there was a little snow1 rabbit tracks in the trail1 and some quail ran hastily from cover to cover4 ,we three little ones were all alone and silent1 so silent4 ,we knew nothing1 nothing at all1 and yet we knew1 intuitively1 all2 but truly the divine mystery of mother nature1 ,god's relegation of ,his last great work to woman1 her partnership with ,him in creation--not one of us had ever dreamed of4 ,yet we three little lads huddled up in a knot near the ice-hung eaves of the log cabin outside the corner where mother's bed stood and--did the new baby hear her silent and awed little brothers8 ,did she feel them1 outside there1 huddled close together in the cold and snow1 listening1 listening8 ,for lo6 a little baby cry came through the cabin wall2 and then we all rushed around the corner of the cabin1 jerked the latch and all three in a heap tumbled up into the bed and peered down into the little pink face against mother's breast4 ,gentle1 gentle1 how more than ever gentle were we all six now in that little log cabin4 ,papa doing everything so gently1 saying nothing1 only doing1 doing4 ,and ever so and always toward the ,west1 till #aheb1 when he had touched the sea of seas1 and could go no farther4 ,and so gentle always6 ,can you conceive how gentle8 ,seventy-two years he led and lived in the wilderness and yet never fired or even laid hand to a gun40 #ae ,there is a ,scandinavian legend that ,siegfried1 the 8,viking10 feeling that he was at the point of death1 caused himself to be placed on the deck of his ship2 the sails were hoisted1 the vessel set on fire1 and in this manner he drifted out to sea1 alone1 and finished his career4 #af ,in the 8days of old1 the days of gold1 and the days of '#di10 water was brought from the ,sierran heights in wooden viaducts1 or 8flumes10 to be used in the mines4 ,the fifth stanza refers to the process of hydraulic mining1 where the water1 projected through huge nozzles 7somewhat after the fashion used by fire-engines71 washed down the mountain-sides into the sluice-boxes where the dirt was washed away and the gold retained4 ,now the flume's waters are mainly diverted to purposes of irrigation4 #ag 8#8,the ,arrow and the ,song' came into my mind and glanced on to the paper with an arrow's speed--literally an improvisation10 said ,longfellow4 ,the poem has been exceedingly popular1 both when recited and also when sung to the beautiful music composed for it by the ,italian song-writer1 ,ciro ,pinsuti4 #ah ,here is a variant of the last two lines3 8,has twenty-eight and this in fine ,one year in four has twenty-nine40 ,,index ,all titles to chapters are in capitals4 ,all titles to selections are in italics4 ,names of authors are given in ordinary type4 ,a ,abraham ,lincoln ,walks at ,midnight1 #ebj ,adams1 ,charles ,f41 #cch1 #cic ,advance1 ,the ,great1 #ecd ,adventure1 ,a ,startling1 #aej 0 ,an ,unexpected1 #beh ,,after ,,dinner ,,speaking1 #gaa ,ain't ,it the ,truth 7exercise71 #ce ,aldrich1 ,thomas ,b41 #dij1 #ffe ,all in the ,emphasis1 #caa ,alexander1 ,s4 ,j41 #fda1 #fdb1 #fdc ,alexandra1 ,a ,welcome to1 #fcc ,americanism1 ,creed of1 #fgg ,america and ,its ,flag1 #eei 0 ,music of1 #ba ,analysis1 ,progressive1 #aab ,ancient ,mariner1 #di ,andersen1 ,hans ,c41 #aia ,anderson1 ,alexander1 #dbg 0 ,john1 ,my ,jo1 #egd ,annabel ,lee1 #dcj 0 ,the ,lover of1 #dca ,apostrophe to the ,ocean1 #ecf ,apple ,blossoms1 #ehh ,arena1 ,a ,combat in the1 #bgb ,arrow and the ,song1 ,the1 #fcj ,,articulation ,,exercises1 #bg et seq4 ,as ,i ,came ,down from ,lebanon1 #ehg ,aspirates1 #bh ,as ,you ,like ,it 7quoted71 #feh-ei ,at ,grandma's1 #cia ,authors1 ,study ,great1 #b ,author's ,thought1 ,getting the1 #g ,b ,baby1 ,rocking the1 #dcd ,bacon1 ,francis1 #di ,bad ,night1 ,a1 #aca ,ballad of the ,king's ,singer1 ,the ,true1 #dih ,banishment ,scene1 #ffb ,bansman1 ,william1 #ech ,barnes1 ,w4 ,h4 ,l41 #fhc ,barrett1 ,wilson1 #ahg ,bashford1 ,herbert1 #dad1 #daf1 #def1 #dfj1 #fab1 #fbd ,battle ,field1 ,the ,children of the1 #deb ,beecher1 ,henry ,ward1 iv1 #ajj ,belief1 ,author's ,purpose1 #aac 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