text:
Page:The prophetic books of William Blake, Milton.djvu/42

 Or are these the pangs of repentance? let us enter into them.

Then the Divine Family said: Six Thousand Years are now

Accomplish'd in this World of Sorrow; Milton's Angel knew

The Universal Dictate: and you also feel this Dictate.

And now you know this World of Sorrow, and feel Pity. Obey

The Dictate! Watch over this World, and with your brooding wings

Renew it to Eternal Life: Lo! I am with you alway:

But you cannot renew Milton: he goes to Eternal Death.

So spake the Family Divine as One Man, even Jesus,

Uniting in One with Ololon & the appearance of One Man,

Jesus the Saviour, appear'd coming in the Clouds of Ololon:

P. 20 THO' driven away with the Seven Starry Ones into the Ulro,

Yet the Divine Vision remains Every-where For-ever. Amen.

And Ololon lamented for Milton with a great Lamentation.

While Los heard indistinct in fear, what time I bound my sandals

On, to walk forward thro' Eternity, Los descended to me:

And Los behind me stood: a terrible flaming Sun: just close

Behind my back: I turned round in terror and behold,

Los stood in that fierce glowing fire; & he also stoop'd down

And bound my sandals on in Udan-Adan: trembling I stood

Exceedingly with fear & terror, standing in the Vale

Of Lambeth: but he kissed me and wish'd me health.

And I became One Man with him arising in my strength:

'Twas too late now to recede. Los had enter'd into my soul:

His terrors now posses'd me whole! I arose in fury & strength.

I am that Shadowy Prophet who Six Thousand Years ago

Fell from my station in the Eternal bosom. Six Thousand Years

Are finish'd. I return! both Time & Space obey my will.

I in Six Thousand Years walk up and down: for not one Moment

Of Time is lost, nor one Event of Space unpermanent,

But all remain: every fabric of Six Thousand Years

Remains permanent: tho' on the Earth where Satan

Fell, and was cut off, all things vanish & are seen no more,

They vanish not from me & mine, we guard them first & last.

The generations of men run on in the tide of Time,

But leave their destin'd lineaments permanent for ever & ever.

So spake Los as we went along to his supreme abode.

Rintrah and Palamabron met us at the Gate of Golgonooza, 18


text: The Dictionary of Australasian Biography/Annett, Thomas Henderson

license: Creative Commons - Attribution Share-Alike - https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0/


text:
Page:The prophetic books of William Blake, Milton.djvu/43

 Clouded with discontent & brooding in their minds terrible things.

They said: O Father most beloved! O merciful Parent!

Pitying and permitting evil, tho' strong & mighty to destroy.

Whence is this Shadow terrible? wherefore dost thou refuse

To throw him into the Furnaces? knowest thou not that he

Will unchain Orc? & let loose Satan, Og, Sihon & Anak,

Upon the Body of Albion? for this he is come! behold it written

Upon his fibrous left Foot black: most dismal to our eyes.

The Shadowy Female shudders thro' heaven in torment inexpressible:

And all the Daughters of Los prophetic wail: yet in deceit

They weave a new Religion from new Jealousy of Theotormon.

Milton's Religion is the cause: there is no end to destruction.

Seeing the Churches at their Period in terror & despair,

Rahab created Voltaire; Tirzah created Rousseau:

Asserting the Self-righteousness against the Universal Saviour,

Mocking the Confessors & Martyrs, claiming Self-righteousness,

With cruel Virtue: making War upon the Lamb's Redeemed:

To perpetuate War & Glory, to perpetuate the Laws of Sin.

They perverted Swedenborg's Visions in Beulah & in Ulro,

To destroy Jerusalem as a Harlot & her Sons as Reprobates,

To raise up Mystery the Virgin Harlot, Mother of War,

Babylon the Great, the Abomination of Desolation.

O Swedenborg! strongest of men, the Samson shorn by the Churches:

Shewing the Transgressors in Hell, the proud Warriors in Heaven,

Heaven as a Punisher, & Hell as One under Punishment:

With Laws from Plato & his Greeks to renew the Trojan Gods

In Albion: & to deny the value of the Saviour's blood.

But then I rais'd up Whitefield, Palamabron rais'd up Westley,

And these are the cries of the Churches before the two Witnesses.

Faith in God the dear Saviour who took on the likeness of men:

Becoming obedient to death, even the death of the Cross.

The Witnesses lie dead in the Street of the Great City:

No Faith is in all the Earth: the Book of God is trodden under Foot!

He sent his two Servants Whitefield & Westley: were they Prophets,

Or were they Idiots or Madmen? shew us Miracles!

P. 22 CAN you have greater Miracles than these? Men who devote

Their life's whole comfort to intire scorn & injury & death.

Awake, thou sleeper on the Rock of Eternity, Albion awake!

The trumpet of Judgment hath twice sounded: all Nations are awake,

But thou art still heavy and dull: Awake, Albion awake! 19


text:
Page:The prophetic books of William Blake, Milton.djvu/44

 Lo, Orc arises on the Atlantic. Lo, his blood and fire

Glow on America's shore: Albion turns upon his Couch:

He listens to the sounds of War, astonished and confounded:

He weeps into the Atlantic deep, yet still in dismal dreams

Unwaken'd: and the Covering Cherub advances from the East.

How long shall we lay dead in the Street of the great City:

How long beneath the Covering Cherub give our Emanations?

Milton will utterly consume us & thee our beloved Father:

He hath enter'd into the Covering Cherub, becoming one with

Albion's dread Sons, Hand, Hyle & Coban surround him as

A girdle; Gwendolen & Conwenna as a garment woven

Of War & Religion; let us descend & bring him chained

To Bowlahoola, O father most beloved! O mild Parent!

Cruel in thy mildness, pitying and permitting evil,

Tho' strong and mighty to destroy, O Los our beloved Father.

Like the black storm, coming out of Chaos, beyond the stars:

It issues thro' the dark & intricate caves of the Mundane Shell,

Passing the planetary visions, & the well adorned Firmament.

The Sun rolls into Chaos & the stars into the Desarts:

And then the storms become visible, audible & terrible,

Covering the light of day & rolling down upon the mountains

Deluge all the country round. Such is a vision of Los,

When Rintrah & Palamabron spake: and such his stormy face

Appear'd as does the face of heaven, when cover'd with thick storms

Pitying and loving tho' in frowns of terrible perturbation.

But Los dispers'd the clouds even as the strong winds of Jehovah.

And Los thus spoke: O noble Sons, be patient yet a little:

I have embrac'd the falling Death, he is become one with me:

O Sons, we live not by wrath, by mercy alone we live!

I recollect an old Prophecy in Eden recorded in gold; and oft

Sung to the harp: That Milton of the land of Albion

Should up ascend forward from Felpham's Vale & break the Chain

Of Jealousy from all its roots; be patient therefore, O my Sons.

These lovely Females form sweet night and silence and secret

Obscurities to hide from Satan's Watch-Fiends Human loves

And graces, lest they write them in their Books & in the Scroll

Of mortal life, to condemn the accused: who at Satan's Bar

Tremble in Spectrous Bodies continually day and night,

While on the Earth they live in sorrowful Vegetation.

O when shall we tread our Wine-presses in heaven, and Reap

Our wheat with shoutings of joy, and leave the Earth in peace? 20


text:
Page:The Rebellion in the Cevennes (Volume 2).djvu/141

Rh immensity of love in grains and scruples, that they may know the faster how surely their brother is to be damned, who in other countries and with different vessels draws out of the ocean of grace. Whoever too hastily gives a yes, or a no to the interrogations of the conscience, in such assuredly neither doubt, nor conviction is as yet awakened. That exhaustion, that mournful faintness which comes over us, when we see all parties fallen into error, all truth and inspiration mingled and disfigured by human passion, is not to be called indifference. Whom the revealed word has once enlightened can never again forget the glance of love, that has arisen in his inmost soul, he would rather forfeit his life than his conviction, he requires no proofs, no renewing to confirm him, no passion, no illusion, or miracle to ground him more firmly in himself, as little will raillery, or doubt, brilliant talent, or presumptuous philosophy, again be able to displace in his heart that directing star."


text:
Page:The Confidence Man.djvu/190

—novel idea! But how did you come to dream that I wanted anything in your absurd line, eh?"

About twenty minutes after leaving Cape Giradeau, the above was growled out over his shoulder by the Missourian to a chance stranger who had just accosted him; a round-backed, baker-kneed man, in a mean five-dollar suit, wearing, collar-wise by a chain, a small brass plate, inscribed P. I. O., and who, with a sort of canine deprecation, slunk obliquely behind.

"How did you come to dream that I wanted any thing in your line, eh?"

"Oh, respected sir," whined the other, crouching a pace nearer, and, in his obsequiousness, seeming to wag his very coat-tails behind him, shabby though they were, "oh, sir, from long experience, one glance tells me the gentleman who is in need of our humble services." "But suppose I did want a boy—what they jocosely call a good boy—how could your absurd office help me?—Philosophical Intelligence Office?"

title: Page:The Confidence Man.djvu/190


text: The Dictionary of Australasian Biography/Anstey, Hon. Henry Frampton


text:
Page:The prophetic books of William Blake, Milton.djvu/45

 Remember how Calvin and Luther in fury premature

Sow'd War and stern division between Papists & Protestants.

Let it not be so now: O go not forth in Martyrdoms & Wars!

We were plac'd here by the Universal Brotherhood & Mercy,

With powers fitted to circumscribe this dark Satanic death,

And that the Seven Eyes of God may have space for Redemption.

But how this is as yet we know not, and we cannot know,

Till Albion is arisen: then patient wait a little while,

Six Thousand years are pass'd away, the end approaches fast:

This mighty one is come from Eden, he is of the Elect,

Who died from Earth & he is return'd before the Judgment. This thing

Was never known that one of the holy dead should willing return.

Then patient wait a little while till the Last Vintage is over:

Till we have quench'd the Sun of Salah in the lake of Udan-Adan.

O my dear Sons: leave not your Father, as your brethren left me:

Twelve Sons successive fled away in that thousand years of sorrow,

P. 23 OF Palamabron's Harrow, & of Rintrah's wrath & fury:

Reuben & Manazzoth & Gad & Simeon & Levi,

And Ephraim & Judah were Generated, because

They left me wandering with Tirzah: Enitharmon wept

One thousand years, and all the Earth was in a wat'ry deluge.

We call'd him Menassheh because of the Generations of Tirzah,

Because of Satan: & the Seven Eyes of God continually

Guard round them, but I the Fourth Zoa am also set

The Watchman of Eternity: the Three are not: & I am preserved.

Still my four mighty ones are left to me in Golgonooza,

Still Rintrah fierce, and Palamabron mild & piteous,

Theotormon fill'd with care, Bromion loving Science:

You O my Sons still guard round Los: O wander not & leave me!

Rintrah, thou well rememberest when Amalek & Canaan

Fled with their Sister Moab into that abhorred Void,

They became Nations in our sight beneath the hands of Tirzah.

And Palamabron thou rememberest when Joseph an infant,

Stolen from his nurses cradle wrap'd in needle-work

Of emblematic texture, was sold to the Amalekite,

Who carried him down into Egypt where Ephraim & Menassheh

Gather'd my Sons together in the Sands of Midian.

And if you also flee away and leave your Father's side

Following Milton into Ulro, altho' your power is great

Surely you also shall become poor mortal vegetations

Beneath the Moon of Ulro: pity then your Father's tears. 21


text: The Dictionary of Australasian Biography/Aplin, Hon. William


text:
Page:The prophetic books of William Blake, Milton.djvu/46

 When Jesus rais'd Lazarus from the Grave I stood & saw

Lazarus, who is the Vehicular Body of Albion the Redeem'd,

Arise into the Covering Cherub, who is the Spectre of Albion,

By martyrdoms to suffer: to watch over the Sleeping Body,

Upon his Rock beneath his Tomb. I saw the Covering Cherub

Divide Four-fold into Four Churches when Lazarus arose,

Paul, Constantine, Charlemaine, Luther: behold they stand before us

Stretch'd over Europe & Asia: come O Sons, come, come away.

Arise O Sons give all your strength against Eternal Death,

Lest we are vegetated, for Cathedron's Looms weave only Death,

A Web of Death: & were it not for Bowlahoola & Allamanda

No Human Form but only a Fibrous Vegetation,

A Polypus of soft affections without Thought or Vision,

Must tremble in the Heavens & Earths thro' all the Ulro space.

Throw all the Vegetated Mortals into Bowlahoola:

But as to this Elected Form who is return'd again,

He is the Signal that the Last Vintage now approaches,

Nor Vegetation may go on till all the Earth is reap'd.

So Los spoke. Furious they descended to Bowlahoola & Allamanda:

Indignant, unconvinced by Los's arguments & thun[d]ers rolling:

They saw that wrath now sway'd and now pity absorb'd him,

As it was so it remain'd & no hope of an end.

Bowlahoola is nam'd Law by mortals, Tharmas founded it:

Because of Satan before Luban in the City of Golgonooza.

But Golgonooza is nam'd Art & Manufacture by mortal men.

In Bowlahoola Los's Anvils stand & his Furnaces rage:

Thundering the Hammers beat & the Bellows blow loud,

Living, self moving, mourning, lamenting & howling incessantly.

Bowlahoola thro' all its porches feels, tho' too fast founded

Its pillars & porticoes to tremble at the force

Of mortal or immortal arm: and softly lilling flutes

Accordant with the horrid labours make sweet melody.

The Bellows are the Animal Lungs: the Hammers the Animal Heart:

The Furnaces the Stomach for digestion: terrible their fury.

Thousands & thousands labour, thousands play on instruments

Stringed or fluted to ameliorate the sorrows of slavery.

Loud sport the dancers in the dance of death rejoicing in carnage:

The hard dentant Hammers are lull'd by the flutes lula lula,

The bellowing Furnaces blare by the long sounding clarion,

The double drum drowns howls & groans, the shrill fife shrieks & cries: 22


text:
Page:The Rebellion in the Cevennes (Volume 2).djvu/142

Rh Edmond became thoughtful. "You are recalling," said he at length, "my former existence within me; I believe I comprehend you, and yet formerly I did not understand myself. You even mention the miraculous and similar things slightingly, do we not live in the age of such things? Oh! my honoured, venerable friend, could you have beheld what I have seen, could I tell you what I have myself experienced, you would then be bewildered at yourself and your own conviction, but you content yourself in peace, that you may escape the conflict, you deny the gift of prophecy, the visions, the wonderful state of these children and inspired Camisards, or censure with your church all, as deception and falsehood, if perchance you do not, as however I cannot believe of you, agree with the most infamous, and declare it the work of Satan and of hell." "Aye, no, my youug enthusiast," cried the old man, "nothing of all this; I have spoken with sensible men, and I have witnessed myself years ago


text:
Page:The Confidence Man.djvu/191

Rh "Yes, respected sir, an office founded on strictly philosophical and physio—"

"Look you—come up here—how, by philosophy or physiology either, make good boys to order? Come up here. Don't give me a crick in the neck. Come up here, come, sir, come," calling as if to his pointer. "Tell me, how put the requisite assortment of good qualities into a boy, as the assorted mince into the pie?"

"Respected sir, our office—"

"You talk much of that office. Where is it? On board this boat?"

"Oh no, sir, I just came aboard. Our office—"

"Came aboard at that last landing, eh? Pray, do you know a herb-doctor there? Smooth scamp in a snuff-colored surtout?"

"Oh, sir, I was but a sojourner at Cape Giradeau. Though, now that you mention a snuff-colored surtout, I think I met such a man as you speak of stepping ashore as I stepped aboard, and 'pears to me I have seen him somewhere before. Looks like a very mild Christian sort of person, I should say. Do you know him, respected sir?"

"Not much, but better than you seem to. Proceed with your business."

"With a low, shabby bow, as grateful for the permission, the other began: "Our office—"

"Look you," broke in the bachelor with ire, "have you the spinal complaint? What are you ducking and groveling about? Keep still. Where's your office?"

title: Page:The Confidence Man.djvu/191


text:
Page:The Rebellion in the Cevennes (Volume 2).djvu/143

Rh singularities: Why should I deny these miracles, and may be, here and there mingled with lies, what should deter me from believing in them?"

"Well, nevertheless," interrupted Edmond passionately, "you will withdraw from the truth, you will uphold only your church as truly orthodox?"

"Has mine then no miracles to bring forward?" said the old man meekly: "and why should I not recognise them? But should the truth of revelation be grounded upon these alone, we were then indeed entrapped in the worst of errors. That, which habit renders necessary to us, we call nature and its laws: When I see a deviation from this, which surprises and confounds me, I speak of miracles; as if these so named laws were not likewise miracles; as if I were able to interpret, to comprehend and explain the daily phenomena; as if each flower did not blossom before me as a miracle; my origin, growth and decay, sun, moon, and stars,


text:
Author:Vincent Arthur Smith

Works

 * Notes on the Bhars and Other Early Inhabitants of Bundelkhand (1877)
 * General Index to the Reports of the Archaeological Survey of India (1887)
 * Editing for W.H. Sleeman's Rambles and Recollections of an Indian Official (1893)
 * Asoka: The Buddhist Emperor of India (1901; 3rd rev. ed., Clarendon Press, 1920), part of the Rulers of India series
 * The Jain Stûpa and Other Antiquities of Mathurâ (1901; reprinted Indological Book House, 1969)
 * Preface to P.C. Mukherji's A Report on a Tour of Exploration of the Antiquities in the Tarai, Nepal, the Region of Kapilavastu, during February and March, 1899 (1901)
 * Andhra: History and Coinage (1902)
 * The Indian Civil Service as a profession (1903)
 * Maps for T. Watters, T.W.R. Davids, and S.W. Bushell's On Yuan Chwang's Travels in India 629–645 A.D. (1904)
 * Catalogue of the Coins in the Indian Museum Calcutta Including the Cabinet of the Asiatic Society of Bengal (1906)
 * Vol. 1.
 * Vol. 2.
 * Vol. 3.
 * History of India, Vol. II: From the 6th Century B.C. to the Mohammedan Conquest, Including the Invasion of Alexander the Great (ed. by A.V. Williams Jackson, 1906)
 * 3rd rev. ed. as The Early History of India from 600 B.C. to the Muhammadan Conquest Including the Invasion of Alexander the Great (Clarendon Press, 1914)
 * Editing for A. Constable's translation of F. Bernier's Travels in the Mogul Empire A.D. 1656–1668 (Oxford, 1914; reprinted Low Price Publications, 1994)
 * A History of Fine Art in India and Ceylon from the Earliest Times to the Present Day (1911; 2nd. rev. ed., Clarendon Press, 1930)
 * Akbar: The Great Mogul 1542–1605 (1917)
 * The Jain Teachers of Akbar (1917)
 * Indian Constitutional Reform Viewed in the Light of History (1919)
 * The Oxford History of India from the Earliest Times to the End of 1911 (1920)
 * Introduction, editing, and notes to T.B. Macaulay's Essay on Clive (new ed., Oxford, 1921)

title: Author:Vincent Arthur Smith


text:
Page:The Rebellion in the Cevennes (Volume 2).djvu/144

Rh light, air, and water, nay, the organisation of the smallest fly were not also miracles like horror and spectre. All life surrounds me spiritually, miraculously; or, if my spirit is torn out of the peaceful element of its heavenly atmosphere; then love becomes hatred and despair, and wisdom as well as the revealed word of the Lord madness and blasphemy." Edmond was mute. "Know I then," continued the old man, "that which I call nature and its energies, the mind and its faculties? how each day it varies in different men for the most insignificant occasions! The poet, the artist knows how to speak of feelings, which to the uninitiated must appear as delirium, or miracle: energies unfold themselves, of which the former world was ignorant. many others have in the course of time declined, or have been forgotten; they appear again probably to astonish, or to give a firmer foundation to true science. Would my mind set limits to the Almighty, and know I, what God from wise,


text:
Page:The Confidence Man.djvu/192

178 "The branch one which I represent, is at Alton, sir, in the free state we now pass," (pointing somewhat proudly ashore).

"Free, eh? You a freeman, you flatter yourself? With those coat-tails and that spinal complaint of servility? Free? Just cast up in your private mind who is your master, will you?"

"Oh, oh, oh! I don't understand—indeed—indeed. But, respected sir, as before said, our office, founded on principles wholly new—"

"To the devil with your principles! Bad sign when a man begins to talk of his principles. Hold, come back, sir; back here, back, sir, back! I tell you no more boys for me. Nay, I'm a Mede and Persian. In my old home in the woods I'm pestered enough with squirrels, weasels, chipmunks, skunks. I want no more wild vermin to spoil my temper and waste my substance. Don't talk of boys; enough of your boys; a plague of your boys; chilblains on your boys! As for Intelligence Offices, I've lived in the East, and know 'em. Swindling concerns kept by low-born cynics, under a fawning exterior wreaking their cynic malice upon mankind. You are a fair specimen of 'em."

"Oh dear, dear, dear!" "Dear? Yes, a thrice dear purchase one of your boys would be to me. A rot on your boys!"

"But, respected sir, if you will not have boys, might we not, in our small way, accommodate you with a man?" "Accommodate? Pray, no doubt you could

title: Page:The Confidence Man.djvu/192


text:
Page:The Rebellion in the Cevennes (Volume 2).djvu/145

Rh causes will permit or execute? but no miracle can ever be elevated to a religious mystery; revelation requires not this to announce its eternal truth; the Saviour himself did not perform his miracles for that purpose, and reproaches the pharasees and people; miracle seeking testifies disbelief and irreligion, and where passion, party or sect, in the conflict of opinions, relies upon these inexplicable phenomena and wish to found conviction, or even to prove and explain for ever and ever out of what is indefinite, then is it all over long since with every sincere examination, with all true religion."

"And the resurrection of the Lord?" said Edmond. "Is not," said the former, "to be reckoned among the phenomena, commonly called miracles, if the grosser, unenlightened mind can indeed comprehend them only in this manner." "Go on," said Edmond, "to make your opinions clear to me, I am not yet too old to learn." "It happens not unfrequently,"


text:
Page:The prophetic books of William Blake, Milton.djvu/47

 The crooked horn mellows the hoarse raving serpent, terrible, but harmonious.

Bowlahoola is the Stomach in every individual man.

Los is by mortals nam'd Time, Enitharmon is nam'd Space:

But they depict him bald & aged who is in eternal youth

All powerful and his looks flourish like the brows of morning:

He is the Spirit of Prophecy, the ever apparent Elias.

Time is the mercy of Eternity; without Time's swiftness,

Which is the swiftest of all things, all were eternal torment.

All the Gods of the Kingdoms of Earth labour in Los's Halls:

Every one is a fallen Son of the Spirit of Prophecy:

He is the Fourth Zoa that stood around the Throne Divine.

P. 24 BUT the Wine-press of Los is eastward of Golgonooza before the Seat

Of Satan: Luvah laid the foundation & Urizen finish'd it in howling woe.

How red the sons & daughters of Luvah! here they tread the grapes:

Laughing & shouting, drunk with odours, many fall o'erwearied,

Drown'd in the wine is many a youth & maiden: those around

Lay them on skins of Tygers & of the spotted Leopard & the Wild Ass,

Till they revive, or bury them in cool grots, making lamentation.

This Wine-press is call'd War on Earth: it is the Printing-Press

Of Los: and here he lays his words in order above the mortal brain,

As cogs are form'd in a wheel to turn the cogs of the adverse wheel.

Timbrels & violins sport round the Wine-presses; the little Seed,

The sportive Root, the Earth-worm, the gold Beetle, the wise Emmet

Dance round the Wine-presses of Luvah: the Centipede is there:

The ground Spider with many eyes: the Mole clothed in velvet:

The ambitious Spider in his sullen web: the lucky golden Spinner:

The Earwig arm'd: the tender Maggot emblem of immortality:

The Flea: Louse: Bug: the Tape-worm: all the Armies of Disease:

Visible or invisible to the slothful vegetating Man.

The Slow Slug: the Grasshopper that sings & laughs & drinks:

Winter comes, he folds his slender bones without a murmur.

The cruel Scorpion is there: the Gnat: Wasp: Hornet & the Honey Bee:

The Toad & venomous Newt; the Serpent cloth'd in gems & gold.

They throw off their gorgeous raiment: they rejoice with loud jubilee

Around the Wine-presses of Luvah, naked & drunk with wine.

There is the Nettle that stings with soft down, and there

The indignant Thistle, whose bitterness is bred in his milk.

Who feeds on contempt of his neighbour: there all the idle weeds

That creep around the obscure places shew their various limbs 23


text:
Page:The Rebellion in the Cevennes (Volume 2).djvu/146

Rh resumed the priest "that remorse aud despair either in criminals or in weak, sickly men have produced a sudden cure of old paralysis, so that the strength of the arm has been able to tear off their fetters, or to break iron posts; passion or terror exasperated that man, and gave him what in an ordinary state he did not possess. In dreams, in sickness, strange worlds are often discovered to us, and unknown feelings, scarcely foreboded, are presented to our view, and thus it may well happen, nay, I have myself experienced it, that in excited minds, inspired by enthusiasm, remorse, and passion, a state, as if between sleep and wakefulness, originates, in which, in the struggles of the organs, the spirit breaks in a short time through the bonds that confine it; it sees and hears as a spirit, distance approaches it, barriers obstruct not its view, futurity becomes the present, and in this total overthrow, the original vigour of the soul resumes its own appropriate right."


text:
Page:The Confidence Man.djvu/193

Rh me with a bosom-friend too, couldn't you? Accommodate! Obliging word accommodate: there's accommodation notes now, where one accommodates another with a loan, and if he don't pay it pretty quickly, acommodates him with a chain to his foot. Accommodate! God forbid that I should ever be accommodated. No, no. Look you, as I told that cousin-german of yours, the herb-doctor, I'm now on the road to get me made some sort of machine to do my work. Machines for me. My cider-mill—does that ever steal my cider? My mowing-machine—does that ever lay a-bed mornings? My corn-husker—does that ever give me insolence? No: cider-mill, mowing-machine, corn-husker all faithfully attend to their business. Disinterested, too; no board, no wages; yet doing good all their lives long; shining examples that virtue is its own reward—the only practical Christians I know."

"Oh dear, dear, dear, dear!"

"Yes, sir:—boys? Start my soul-bolts, what a difference, in a moral point of view, between a corn-husker and a boy! Sir, a corn-husker, for its patient continuance in well-doing, might not unfitly go to heaven. Do you suppose a boy will?"

"A corn-husker in heaven! (turning up the whites of his eyes). Respected sir, this way of talking as if heaven were a kind of Washington patent-office museum—oh, oh, oh!—as if mere machine-work and puppet-work went to heaven—oh, oh, oh! Things incapable of free agency, to receive the eternal reward of well-doing—oh, oh, oh!"

title: Page:The Confidence Man.djvu/193


text:
Page:The prophetic books of William Blake, Milton.djvu/48

 Naked in all their beauty dancing round the Wine-presses.

But in the Wine-presses the Human grapes sing not nor dance.

They howl & writhe in shoals of torment: in fierce flames consuming,

In chains of iron & in dungeons circled with ceaseless fires:

In pits & dens & shades of death: in shapes of torment & woe.

The plates & screws & wracks & saws & cords & fires & cisterns,

The cruel joys of Luvah's daughters lacerating with knives

And whips their Victims, & the deadly sport of Luvah's Sons.

They dance around the dying, & they drink the howl & groan,

They catch the shrieks in cups of gold, they hand them to one another:

These are the sports of love, & these the sweet delights of amorous play,

Tears of the grape, the death sweat of the cluster, the last sigh

Of the mild youth who listens to the lureing songs of Luvah.

But Allamanda, call'd on Earth Commerce, is the Cultivated land

Around the City of Golgonooza in the Forests of Entuthon:

Here the Sons of Los labour against Death Eternal; through all

The Twenty-seven Heavens of Beulah in Ulro, Seat of Satan,

Which is the False Tongue beneath Beulah: It is the Sense of Touch.

The Plow goes forth in tempests & lightnings & the Harrow cruel

In blights of the east, the heavy Roller follows in howlings of woe.

Urizen's sons here labour also; & here are seen the Mills

Of Theotormon on the verge of the Lake of Udan-Adan.

These are the starry voids of night & the depths & caverns of earth.

These Mills are oceans, clouds & waters ungovernable in their fury:

Here are the stars created & the seeds of all things planted,

And here the Sun & Moon received their fixed destinations.

But in Eternity the Four Arts: Poetry, Painting, Music,

And Architecture which is Science: are the Four Faces of Man.

Not so in Time & Space: there Three are shut out, and only

Science remains thro' Mercy: & by means of Science the Three

Become apparent in Time & Space in the Three Professions,

Poetry in Religion: Music, Law: Painting, in Physic & Surgery:

That Man may live upon Earth all the time of his awaking.

And from these Three Science derives every Occupation of Men:

And Science is divided into Bowlahoola & Allamanda.

P. 25 LOUD shout the Sons of Luvah at the Wine-presses, as Los descended

With Rintrah & Palamabron in his fires of resistless fury.

The Wine-press on the Rhine groans loud, but all its central beams 24


text:
Page:The prophetic books of William Blake, Milton.djvu/49

 Act more terrific in the central Cities of the Nations,

Where Human Thought is crush'd beneath the iron hand of Power:

There Los puts all into the Press, the Opressor & the Opressed

Together, ripe for the Harvest & Vintage & ready for the Loom.

They sang at the Vintage. This is the Last Vintage: & Seed

Shall no more be sown upon Earth till all the Vintage is over,

And all gather'd in, till the Plow has pass'd over the Nations,

And the Harrow & heavy thundering Roller upon the mountains.

And loud the Souls howl round the Porches of Golgonooza,

Crying: O God deliver us to the Heavens or to the Earths

That we may preach righteousness & punish the sinner with death.

But Los refused, till all the Vintage of Earth was gathered in.

And Los stood & cried to the Labourers of the Vintage in voice of awe:

Fellow Labourers! The Great Vintage & Harvest is now upon Earth.

The whole extent of the Globe is explored. Every scatter'd Atom

Of Human Intellect now is flocking to the sound of the Trumpet.

All the Wisdom which was hidden in caves & dens from ancient

Time, is now sought out from Animal & Vegetable & Mineral.

The Awakener is come outstretch'd over Europe: the Vision of God is fulfilled:

The Ancient Man upon the Rock of Albion Awakes:

He listens to the sounds of War astonish'd & ashamed,

He sees his Children mock at Faith and deny Providence.

Therefore you must bind the Sheaves not by Nations or Families:

You shall bind them in Three Classes, according to their Classes

So shall you bind them: Separating What has been Mixed

Since Men began to be Wove into Nations by Rahab & Tirzah,

Since Albion's Death & Satan's Cutting off from our awful Fields:

When under pretence to benevolence the Elect Subdu'd All

From the Foundation of the World. The Elect is one Class: You

Shall bind them separate: they cannot Believe in Eternal Life

Except by Miracle & a New Birth. The other two Classes:

The Reprobate who never cease to Believe, and the Redeem'd

Who live in doubts & fears perpetually tormented by the Elect,

These you shall bind in a twin-bundle for the Consummation:

But the Elect must be saved [from] fires of Eternal Death,

To be formed into the Churches of Beulah that they destroy not the Earth.

For in every Nation & every Family the Three Classes are born,

And in every Species of Earth, Metal, Tree, Fish, Bird & Beast

We form the Mundane Egg, that Spectres coming by fury or amity,

All is the same, & every one remains in his own energy. 25


text:
Page:The Rebellion in the Cevennes (Volume 2).djvu/147

Rh "And wherefore should not this, according to your own words," said Edmond, "be able to be pure and heavenly?"

"I will neither combat, condemn, nor ratify it," answered the clergyman; "were our nature entirely pure and refined, had we never falsified our heavenly origin, then indeed might these phenomena deserve our praise and thanksgiving to the Almighty, who again ever raises us to the rank of apostles, and denies us not the gift of prophecy. But frivolity, mortality, and evil have penetrated into us, this death obscures our life, this annihilation struggles against our spirit, as we are of heavenly origin; our outward existence is, however, as well as our spiritual operations continually exposed to this pitiful enemy, as the shadow, it follows every thought and every deed, and to combat it in thought and action, as well as in pure faith and devotion, is the task of our existence; the past must be continually put aside to make room for the coming of the Lord. But woe to us


text:
Page:The prophetic books of William Blake, Milton.djvu/50

 Go forth Reapers with rejoicing, you sowed in tears,

But the time of your refreshing cometh: only a little moment

Still abstain from pleasure & rest, in the labours of eternity,

And you shall Reap the whole Earth from Pole to Pole: from Sea to Sea:

Beglning at Jerusalem's Inner Court, Lambeth ruin'd and given

To the detestable Gods of Priam, to Apollo: and at the Asylum

Given to Hercules who labour in Tirzah's Looms for bread,

Who set Pleasure against Duty: who Create Olympic crowns

To make Learning a burden, & the Work of the Holy Spirit, Strife:

The Thor & cruel Odin who first rear'd the Polar Caves.

Lambeth mourns, calling Jerusalem: she weeps & looks abroad

For the Lord's coming, that Jerusalem may overspread all Nations.

Crave not for the mortal & perishing delights, but leave them

To the weak, and pity the weak as your infant care; Break not

Forth in your wrath lest you also are vegetated by Tirzah.

Wait till the judgement is past, till the Creation is consumed,

And then rush forward with me into the glorious spiritual

Vegetation: the Supper of the Lamb & his Bride: and the

Awaking of Albion our friend and ancient companion.

So Los spoke. But lightnings of discontent broke on all sides round

And murmurs of thunder rolling heavy long & loud over the mountains,

While Los call'd his Sons around him to the Harvest & the Vintage.

Thou seest the Constellations in the deep & wondrous Night:

They rise in order and continue their immortal courses

Upon the mountains & in vales with harp & heavenly song,

With flute & clarion: with cups & measures fill'd with foaming wine.

Glitt'ring the streams reflect the Vision of beatitude,

And the calm Ocean joys beneath & smooths his awful waves:

P. 26 THESE are the Sons of Los, & these the Labourers of the Vintage.

Thou see'st the gorgeous clothed Flies that dance & sport in summer

Upon the sunny brooks & meadows: every one the dance

Knows in its intricate mazes of delight artful to weave:

Each one to sound his instruments of music in the dance,

To touch each other & recede: to cross & change & return.

These are the Children of Los. Thou seest the Trees on mountains:

The wind blows heavy, loud they thunder thro' the darksom sky,

Uttering prophecies & speaking instructive words to the sons

Of men: These are the Sons of Los: These the Visions of Eternity.

But we see only as it were the hem of their garments

When with our vegetable eyes we view these wondrous Visions. 26


text:
Page:The Confidence Man.djvu/194

180 "You Praise-God-Barebones you, what are you groaning about? Did I say anything of that sort? Seems to me, though you talk so good, you are mighty quick at a hint the other way, or else you want to pick a polemic quarrel with me."

"It may be so or not, respected sir," was now the demure reply; "but if it be, it is only because as a soldier out of honor is quick in taking affront, so a Christian out of religion is quick, sometimes perhaps a little too much so, in spying heresy."

"Well," after an astonished pause, "for an unaccountable pair, you and the herb-doctor ought to yoke together."

So saying, the bachelor was eying him rather sharply, when he with the brass plate recalled him to the discussion by a hint, not unflattering, that he (the man with the brass plate) was all anxiety to hear him further on the subject of servants.

"About that matter," exclaimed the impulsive bachelor, going off at the hint like a rocket, "all thinking minds are, now-a-days, coming to the conclusion—one derived from an immense hereditary experience—see what Horace and others of the ancients say of servants—coming to the conclusion, I say, that boy or man, the human animal is, for most work-purposes, a losing animal. Can't be trusted; less trustworthy than oxen; for conscientiousness a turn-spit dog excels him. Hence these thousand new inventions—carding machines, horseshoe machines, tunnel-boring machines, reaping machines, apple-paring machines, boot-blacking machines,

title: Page:The Confidence Man.djvu/194


text:
Page:The prophetic books of William Blake, Milton.djvu/51

 There are two Gates thro' which all Souls descend, One Southward

From Dover Cliff to Lizard Point, the other toward the North,

Caithness & rocky Durness, Pentland & John Groat's House.

The Souls descending to the Body, wail on the right hand

Of Los: & those deliver'd from the Body on the left hand.

For Los against the east his force continually bends,

Along the Valleys of Middlesex from Hounslow to Blackheath,

Lest those Three Heavens of Beulah should the Creation destroy,

And lest they should descend before the north & south Gates:

Groaning with pity, he among the wailing Souls laments.

And these the Labours of the Sons of Los in Allamanda

And in the City of Golgonooza: & in Luban: & around

The Lake of Udan-Adan, in the Forests of Entuthon Benython:

Where Souls incessant wail, being piteous Passions & Desires,

With neither lineament nor form: but like to wat'ry clouds

The Passions & Desires descend upon the hungry winds:

For such alone Sleepers remain meer passion & appetite:

The Sons of Los clothe them & feed & provide houses & fields.

And every Generated Body in its inward form

Is a garden of delight & a building of magnificence,

Built by the Sons of Los in Bowlahoola & Allamanda:

And the herbs & flowers & furniture & beds & chambers

Continually woven in the Looms of Enitharmon's Daughters,

In bright Cathedron's golden Dome with care & love & tears.

For the various Classes of Men are all mark'd out determinate

In Bowlahoola: & as the Spectres choose their affinities,

So they are born on Earth, & every Class is determinate:

But not by Natural, but by Spiritual power alone. Because

The Natural power continually seeks & tends to Destruction,

Ending in death: which would of itself be Eternal Death.

And all are Class'd by Spiritual & not by Natural power.

And every Natural Effect has a Spiritual Cause, and Not

A Natural: for a Natural Cause only seems: it is a Delusion

Of Ulro & a ratio of the perishing Vegetable Memory.

P. 27 SOME Sons of Los surround the Passions with porches of iron & silver,

Creating form & beauty around the dark regions of sorrow,

Giving to airy nothing a name and a habitation

Delightful: with bounds to the Infinite putting off the Indefinite

Into most holy forms of Thought: (such is the power of inspiration). 27


text:
Page:The Rebellion in the Cevennes (Volume 2).djvu/148

Rh when that wonderful excitement of the mind, when these gifts of prophecy associate themselves with this nullity, this chaos, and all the dark passions! Then eternal truth, which never slumbers within us, summons falsehood, vanity, pride, wickedness, and bloodthirstiness, to enter into the shadowed gloom of our dark deformed soul, hyenas and tigers then tear themselves free from their fetters, and hapless man imagines, while the spirit of murder is roaring within him, that the Spirit of the Lord is prophesying directly from out of his mouth."

Edmond looked at him searchingly. "Often, however," pursued the old man composedly, "it is only the Immortal Spirit, that collects all its present and future energies, that it may step beyond the ordinary limits of nature, and that it merely takes with it the images of folly, and the almost innocent mask, in order to announce even in the supernatural, that which is absurd and contrary to nature."


text:
Page:The prophetic books of William Blake, Milton.djvu/52

 They labour incessant, with many tears & afflictions,

Creating the beautiful House for the piteous sufferer.

Others, Cabinets richly fabricate of gold & ivory,

For Doubts & fears unform'd & wretched & melancholy.

The little weeping Spectre stands on the threshold of Death

Eternal: and sometimes two Spectres like lamps quivering

And often malignant they combat (heart-breaking sorrowful & piteous).

Antamon takes them into his beautiful flexible hands.

As the Sower takes the seed or as the Artist his clay

Or fine wax, to mould artful a model for golden ornaments,

The soft hands of Antamon draw the indelible Line:

Form immortal with golden pen; such as the Spectre admiring

Puts on the sweet form; then smiles Antamon bright thro' his windows.

The Daughters of beauty look up from their Loom & prepare

The integument soft for its clothing with joy & delight.

But Theotormon & Sotha stand in the Gate of Luban anxious:

Their numbers are seven million & seven thousand & seven hundred:

They contend with the weak Spectres, they fabricate soothing forms.

The Spectre refuses, he seeks cruelty: they create the crested Cock:

Terrified the Spectre screams & rushes in fear into their Net

Of kindness & compassion & is born a weeping terror.

Or they create the Lion & Tyger in compassionate thunderings:

Howling the Spectres flee: they take refuge in Human lineaments.

The Sons of Ozoth within the Optic Nerve stand fiery glowing:

And the number of his Sons is eight millions & eight.

They give delights to the man unknown; artificial riches

They give to scorn, & their possessors to trouble & sorrow & care,

Shutting the sun & moon & stars, & trees, & clouds, & waters,

And hills out from the Optic Nerve & hardening it into a bone

Opake, and like the black pebble on the enraged beach,

While the poor indigent is like the diamond which tho' cloth'd

In ragged covering in the mine, is open all within

And in his hallow'd center holds the heavens of bright eternity.

Ozoth here builds walls of rocks against the surging sea,

And timbers crampt with iron cramps bar in the joys of life

From fell destruction in the Spectrous cunning or rage. He Creates

The speckled Newt, the Spider & Beetle, the Rat & Mouse,

The Badger & Fox: they worship before his feet in trembling fear.

But others of the Sons of Los build Moments & Minutes & Hours

And Days & Months & Years & Ages & Periods: wondrous buildings 28


text:
Page:The Confidence Man.djvu/195

Rh sewing machines, shaving machines, run-of-errand machines, dumb-waiter machines, and the Lord-only-knows-what machines; all of which announce the era when that refractory animal, the working or serving man, shall be a buried by-gone, a superseded fossil. Shortly prior to which glorious time, I doubt not that a price will be put upon their peltries as upon the knavish 'possums,' especially the boys. Yes, sir (ringing his rifle down on the deck), I rejoice to think that the day is at hand, when, prompted to it by law, I shall shoulder this gun and go out a boy-shooting."

"Oh, now! Lord, Lord, Lord!—But our office, respected sir, conducted as I ventured to observe—"

"No, sir," bristlingly settling his stubble chin in his coon-skins. "Don't try to oil me; the herb-doctor tried that. My experience, carried now through a course—worse than salivation—a course of five and thirty boys, proves to me that boyhood is a natural state of rascality."

"Save us, save us!"

"Yes, sir, yes. My name is Pitch; I stick to what I say. I speak from fifteen years' experience; five and thirty boys; American, Irish, English, German, African, Mulatto; not to speak of that China boy sent me by one who well knew my perplexities, from California; and that Lascar boy from Bombay. Thug! I found him sucking the embryo life from my spring eggs. All rascals, sir, every soul of them; Caucasian or Mongol. Amazing the endless variety of rascality in human nature of the juvenile sort. I remember that, having

title: Page:The Confidence Man.djvu/195


text:
Page:The Rebellion in the Cevennes (Volume 2).djvu/149

Rh "If you are right," said Edmond "what do you counsel those, who are thus gifted? This state must be a most critical one; but how disembarrass yourself of it?"

"By simplicity of conduct," replied the old man, "by estrangement from all passion and pride, and by pure prayer for the deliverance from this error, and from the deluding gift."

"That signifies," answered Edmond passionately and bitterly, "I ought to entreat the Lord to withdraw from me, I ought to pray to him to remain far away from me; in order to become godly, I must commence with consummate impiety. ls it thus that a priest of the Lord can exhort and counsel? but thus they are, thus they speak, these persecutors. And if they be but consistent, they must also entirely deny the miracles of their church, nay, even censure sacred Scripture as a lie."

"You have not indeed completely understood me, young man," answered the priest. "May not the ardour of love


text:
Page:The prophetic books of William Blake, Milton.djvu/53

 And every Moment has a Couch of Gold for soft repose,

(A Moment equals a pulsation of the artery),

And between every two Moments stands a Daughter of Beulah

To feed the Sleepers on their Couches with maternal care.

And every Minute has an azure Tent with silken Veils:

And every Hour has a bright golden Gate carved with skill:

And every Day & Night has Walls of brass & Gates of adamant,

Shining like precious Stones & ornamented with appropriate signs:

And every Month a silver paved Terrace builded high:

And every Year invulnerable Barriers with high Towers:

And every Age is Moated deep with Bridges of silver & gold:

And every Seven Ages is Incircled with a Flaming Fire.

Now Seven Ages is amounting to Two Hundred Years.

Each has its Guard, each Moment, Minute, Hour, Day, Month & Year.

All are the work of Fairy hands of the Four Elements:

The Guard are Angels of Providence on duty evermore.

Every Time less than a pulsation of the artery

Is equal in its period & value to Six Thousand Years.

P. 28 FOR in this Period the Poet's Work is Done; and all the Great

Events of Time start forth & are conceiv'd in such a Period,

Within a Moment, a Pulsation of the Artery.

The Sky is an immortal Tent built by the Sons of Los:

And every Space that a Man views around his dwelling-place,

Standing on his own roof, or in his garden on a mount

Of twenty-five cubits in height, such space is his Universe:

And on its verge the Sun rises & sets, the Clouds bow

To meet the flat Earth & the Sea in such an order'd space:

The Starry heavens reach no further, but here bend and set

On all sides, & the two Poles turn on their valves of gold:

And if he move his dwelling-place, his heavens also move

Wher'eer he goes & all his neighbourhood bewail his loss:

Such are the Spaces called Earth & such its dimension.

As to that false appearance which appears to the reasoner

As of a Globe rolling thro' Voidness, it is a delusion of Ulro.

The Microscope knows not of this nor the Telescope: they alter

The ratio of the Spectator's Organs but leave Objects untouch'd.

For every Space larger than a red Globule of Man's blood,

Is visionary, and is created by the Hammer of Los:

And every Space smaller than a Globule of Man's blood opens

Into Eternity of which this vegetable Earth is but a shadow: 29


text: 1911 Encyclopædia Britannica/Nanterre

title: 1911 Encyclopædia Britannica/Nanterre


text:
Page:The Rebellion in the Cevennes (Volume 2).djvu/150

Rh kindle so intensely, that the matter, the obscurity, the nothingness in us, may become temporally annihilated, and our speech, with the Lord’s permission working in his strength may issue forth? That this may be possible, the example of the apostles teaches us, the prophets bear witness; that many great saints whom the world venerated, may have thus spoken and worked, is certainly credible.—And thus belief may move and elevate; it may be a positive crime to mock reservation,—but what can this avail true religion, or its mysteries? How weak would it be, if these supports as I have already said, were indispensable to it! The miracle of all miracles, my young friend, is the great moment which is revealed to all sinning, hapless mortals in their limited life, when the lord himself advances to meet the penitent, the indifferent, and creates his heart anew. This metamorphosis is more wonderful, incomprehensible, and more mysterious than all the overthrows of the laws of


text:
Page:The Confidence Man.djvu/196

182, one after another, twenty-nine boys—each, too, for some wholly unforeseen species of viciousness peculiar to that one peculiar boy—I remember saying to myself: Now, then, surely, I have got to the end of the list, wholly exhausted it; I have only now to get me a boy, any boy different from those twenty-nine preceding boys, and he infallibly shall be that virtuous boy I have so long been seeking. But, bless me! this thirtieth boy—by the way, having at the time long forsworn your intelligence offices, I had him sent to me from the Commissioners of Emigration, all the way from New York, culled out carefully, in fine, at my particular request, from a standing army of eight hundred boys, the flowers of all nations, so they wrote me, temporarily in barracks on an East River island—I say, this thirtieth boy was in person not ungraceful; his deceased mother a lady's maid, or something of that sort; and in manner, why, in a plebeian way, a perfect Chesterfield; very intelligent, too—quick as a flash. But, such suavity! 'Please sir! please sir!' always bowing and saying, 'Please sir.' In the strangest way, too, combining a filial affection with a menial respect. Took such warm, singular interest in my affairs. Wanted to be considered one of the family—sort of adopted son of mine, I suppose. Of a morning, when I would go out to my stable, with what childlike good nature he would trot out my nag, 'Please sir, I think he's getting fatter and fatter.' 'But, he don't look very clean, does he?' unwilling to be downright harsh with so affectionate a lad; 'and he seems a little hollow inside the

title: Page:The Confidence Man.djvu/196


text:
Page:The Rebellion in the Cevennes (Volume 2).djvu/151

Rh, which attract the eye searching for miracles, for here out of nothing something is brought forth, out of death, suddenly like a flash of lightining, life is created."

They were disturbed at this moment by several peasants, who were begging directions from their priest how to proceed respecting the approaching festival and procession. Edmond in the mean while walked about the little garden, variously excited and inclined to contemplation, for his earlier youth had been recalled to his remembrance, many of his father’s words, many of his early instructor's, his mother's admonitions were again revived within him; The clergyman returned after a short time and said: "Still I must ever lovingly admire the human mind when it preserves itself pure, and so many sentiments and customs affect, while they appear to us childish and foolish. Let no severe judge expunge these feelings from our religion, for even these sucklings will


text:
Page:The Rebellion in the Cevennes (Volume 2).djvu/152

Rh hang on their mother's breast, and while they nourish themselves, they gaze in her dark eyes, whose expression they understand more from the instinct of childhood than from knowledge. We have here in our little church a miraculous portrait of the mother of God, which is renowned and honored far and wide by the country-people of the mountain. An old shapeless figure cut in wood of small size, probably in the early age of art, when it was yet scarcely aware of its own existence. I have seen the sick, when they prayed before the altar, restored to health, for faith and the commotions of the mind are able to bring forth the strongest phenomena in our delicate nature. Now when I reflect that upon this little spot so many thousands have for centuries derived consolation and joy, I cannot look upon her without emotion. The war has rendered a festival impossible this year, which otherwise has annually been celebrated on the morrow. From several village communities,


text:
Page:The Confidence Man.djvu/197

Rh haunch there, don't he? or no, perhaps I don't see plain this morning.' 'Oh, please sir, it's just there I think he's gaining so, please.' Polite scamp! I soon found he never gave that wretched nag his oats of nights; didn't bed him either. Was above that sort of chambermaid work. No end to his willful neglects. But the more he abused my service, the more polite he grew."

"Oh, sir, some way you mistook him."

"Not a bit of it. Besides, sir, he was a boy who under a Chesterfieldian exterior hid strong destructive propensities. He cut up my horse-blanket for the bits of leather, for hinges to his chest. Denied it point-blank. After he was gone, found the shreds under his mattress. Would slyly break his hoe-handle, too, on purpose to get rid of hoeing. Then be so gracefully penitent for his fatal excess of industrious strength. Offer to mend all by taking a nice stroll to the nighest settlement—cherry-trees in full bearing all the way—to get the broken thing cobbled. Very politely stole my pears, odd pennies, shillings, dollars, and nuts; regular squirrel at it. But I could prove nothing. Expressed to him my suspicions. Said I, moderately enough, A little less politeness, and a little more honesty would suit me better.' He fired up; threatened to sue for libel. I won't say anything about his afterwards, in Ohio, being found in the act of gracefully putting a bar across a rail-road track, for the reason that a stoker called him the rogue that he was. But enough: polite boys or saucy boys, white boys or black boys, smart boys or lazy boys, Caucasian boys or Mongol boys—all are rascals."

title: Page:The Confidence Man.djvu/197


text:
Page:The Rebellion in the Cevennes (Volume 2).djvu/153

Rh even from those which lie twelve leagues off, processions of the communities arrived; eight young girls crowned with flowers bore the portrait of the Madonna of their church, singing all those hymns, which sound so beautifully in the mountain dialect in their tunes: Thus they walked round the church and one procession after another brought many with spiritual songs into our temple, here the strange visitor must bow low before ours, who then in a chaunt thanked and praised the Lord, in the song which our young women here sing most enchantingly in alternate chorusses. Thus all the processions bring in their mother of God quite similar to the theories of the ancient Greeks, and retired again in praise and thanks. This ceremony, which to the wise may only appear puerile, has, since I have been able to observe the people here, always produced much good and salutary fruit. The common man (though what do I say, who among us that calls himself the educated,)


text:
Page:The Confidence Man.djvu/198

184 "Shocking, shocking!" nervously tucking his frayed cravat-end out of sight. "Surely, respected sir, you labor under a deplorable hallucination. Why, pardon again, you seem to have not the slightest confidence in boys. I admit, indeed, that boys, some of them at least, are but too prone to one little foolish foible or other. But, what then, respected sir, when, by natural laws, they finally outgrow such things, and wholly?"

Having until now vented himself mostly in plaintive dissent of canine whines and groans, the man with the brass-plate seemed beginning to summon courage to a less timid encounter. But, upon his maiden essay, was not very encouragingly handled, since the dialogue immediately continued as follows:

"Boys outgrow what is amiss in them? From bad boys spring good men? Sir, 'the child is father of the man;' hence, as all boys are rascals, so are all men. But, God bless me, you must know these things better than I; keeping an intelligence office as you do; a business which must furnish peculiar facilities for studying mankind. Come, come up here, sir; confess you know these things pretty well, after all. Do you not know that all men are rascals, and all boys, too?"

"Sir," replied the other, spite of his shocked feelings seeming to pluck up some spirit, but not to an indiscreet degree, "Sir, heaven be praised, I am far, very far from knowing what you say. True," he thoughtfully continued, "with my associates, I keep an intelligence office, and for ten years, come October, have, one way or other, been concerned in that line; for no small

title: Page:The Confidence Man.djvu/198


text: 1911 Encyclopædia Britannica/Nahe

title: 1911 Encyclopædia Britannica/Nahe


text:
Page:The Rebellion in the Cevennes (Volume 2).djvu/154

Rh need not such things at times. The whole village all the winter long rejoiced in the anticipation of this day, the possession of this Marie endears this spot of the mountain, and renders it invaluable to them, the pilgrimage church here dazzles to the absent from a distance as if surrounded with a glory. The wandering through unknown districts encouraged the young and old, the visitings of a foreign nature, made the accustomed home more agreeable to them. Religious sentiments, pious designs, were developed, and at a later period, in peace brought to perfection. On the road they encountered the poor and sick, who needed assistance, all the feelings of the heart were renewed and reinvigorated, for man requires a similar renewal at times, that he may not become too monotonous to himself. Shall I also remind you, that by this means their native land became to all more endeared and beloved? without mentioning, that people from far countries became acquainted, and one heard of this


text:
Page:The Confidence Man.djvu/199

Rh in the great city of Cincinnati, too; and though, as you hint, within that long interval, I must have had more or less favorable opportunity for studying mankind—in a business way, scanning not only the faces, but ransacking the lives of several, thousands of human beings, male and female, of various nations, both employers and employed, genteel and ungenteel, educated and uneducated; yet—of course, I candidly admit, with some random exceptions, I have, so far as my small observation goes, found that mankind thus domestically viewed, confidentially viewed, I may say; they, upon the whole—making some reasonable allowances for human imperfection—present as pure a moral spectacle as the purest angel could wish. I say it, respected sir, with confidence."

"Gammon! You don't mean what you say. Else you are like a landsman at sea: don't know the ropes, the very things everlastingly pulled before your eyes. Serpent-like, they glide about, traveling blocks too subtle for you. In short, the entire ship is a riddle. Why, you green ones wouldn't know if she were unseaworthy; but still, with thumbs stuck back into your arm-holes, pace the rotten planks, singing, like a fool, words put into your green mouth by the cunning owner, the man who, heavily insuring it, sends his ship to be wrecked— and, sir, now that it occurs to me, your talk, the whole of it, is but a wet sheet and a flowing sea, and

title: Page:The Confidence Man.djvu/199


text:
Page:The Rebellion in the Cevennes (Volume 2).djvu/155

Rh and that from another; affection and also marriages were contracted among the distant mountaineers, and thus the useful, the good with piety and an inclination for the wonderful, as well as the love of nature went hand in hand." "All this," said Edmond, "however much you may speak in its favour, the Huguenots call idolatry."

"It would be so too," answered the old man, "if persecution, hatred and malice, were excited by this love and festivity. It might be perilous to celebrate the festival now, especially if it should be interrupted by enthusiasts of the other party. In bygone years, however, I have seen even protestants, who were unable to look upon the puerile ceremony without shedding tears. For it is just in a similar way, when man suffers himself to yield to his most cherished sentiments as if he were at home, when in an entirely childish and artless spirit he draws near to his God, or to his representative, his mother, or the saints, (whom he


text:
Page:The Confidence Man.djvu/200

186 an idle wind that follows fast, offering a striking contrast to my own discourse."

"Sir," exclaimed the, man with the brass-plate, his patience now more or less tasked, "permit me with deference to hint that some of your remarks are injudiciously worded. And thus we say to our patrons, when they enter our office full of abuse of us because of some worthy boy we may have sent them—some boy wholly misjudged for the time. Yes, sir, permit me to remark that you do not sufficiently consider that, though a small man, I may have my small share of feelings."

"Well, well, I didn't mean to wound your feelings at all. And that they are small, very small, I take your word for it. Sorry, sorry. But truth is like a 'thrashing-machine; tender sensibilities must keep out of the way. Hope you understand me. Don't want to hurt you. All I say is, what I said in the first place, only now I swear it, that all boys are rascals."

"Sir," lowly replied the other, still forbearing like an old lawyer badgered in court, or else like a good-hearted simpleton, the butt of mischievous wags, "Sir, since you come back to the point, will you allow me, in my small, quiet way, to submit to you certain small, quiet views of the subject in hand?"

"Oh, yes!" with insulting indifference, rubbing his chin and looking the other way. "Oh, yes; go on."

"Well, then, respected sir," continued the other, now assuming as genteel an attitude as the irritating set of his pinched five-dollar suit would permit; "well, then, sir, the peculiar principles, the strictly philosophical

title: Page:The Confidence Man.djvu/200


text:
Page:The Rebellion in the Cevennes (Volume 2).djvu/156

Rh believes nearer to the nameless one,) plays and sports with the dreaded, the worshipped, laying aside all solemnity and all serious pomp, then does mankind appear purest and simplest. All ages, all nations are the same, let them think and worship as they like, have never been able to do entirely without it, and what we are often compelled to hear from free-thinkers or reformers, that we have again introduced the old overthrown idolatry, is only, if rightly understood, in the spirit of love, the regeneration of the human mind, which will never permit this source of its holy thirst to be exhausted. But abuse and error attach themselves to everything human. Indeed, the most beautiful body consists merely of earth and dust; and yet beauty is more sublime than the moist clay of the fields."

Thus was Edmond compelled to hear from strange lips his former thoughts detailed. He was so affected by the presence of the old man, that he felt himself


text:
Page:The Celtic Review volume 4.djvu/351

 with slender vowels it is sounded with sh after it—tsh—, and resembles, except for the difference between Gaelic t and English t, the pronunciation of tch in English ‘etch,' ‘witch,’ or that of ch in ‘chief,’ ‘rich.’ D, often popularly described as being like English t, would be better designated a voiceless or surd d. Beside slender vowels it also is followed by sh—, dsh—, and is nearer to English tch or ch above than to English dg, as in ‘edge,' ‘bridge,’ or g as in ‘gem,’ ‘ giant.’

Corresponding sounds are heard sometimes provincially in English, as when t is pronounced tsh in such words as tune, tube, ritual, mutual, actual, and when d is pronounced dg in such as due, duel, gradual, individual.

An absence of the sh sound after the slender dentals is a feature of the speech of that part of West Ross-shire that extends from Loch Broom to Loch Carron, or perhaps to Loch Alsh, and indeed has been spoken of sometimes as the shibboleth of that district: e.g. in words like teine, fire; teich, flee; tioram, dry; tìr, land; àite, place; ite, feather; lite, porridge; téid, go; tìde, time; dean, do; deas, ready; an dé, yesterday; an diugh, to-day; direach, straight; aidich, confess; idir, at all; maide, stick; cuid, share, etc. In such cases t as pronounced in that district resembles English t when not pronounced tsh in such words as tune, ritual, and d approaches English d when not made dg in such as due, gradual.

The slender dentals have the same pronunciations in Perthshire in a few words in which n or more rarely l is in juxtaposition. In taitinn, please, taitneach, adj. pleasing, taitneachd and taitneas, pleasure; in aiteann, juniper, and its adjective aitneach, as in dearcan aitneach, juniper berries; in cinntinn, growing, cluinntinn, hearing, inntinn, mind, and less uniformly in some words like coilltean, woods, and uillt, burns, t is not followed by the sh sound in that county; and so with d in foidhidinn, patience; maidinn, morning, with its adjective maidneach; in caidil, v. sleep, etc. Maidinn, Irish maidin, Old Irish matin, from Latin matutina (whence English matin), has d sibilant in South Argyll and Arran. The spelling maidainn or maduinn, which prevails elsewhere, may really


text:
Page:United States Reports, Volume 545.djvu/975

 Opinion of the Court their copyrighted works for free across peer-to-peer networks, and some distributors of unprotected content have used peer-to-peer networks to disseminate files, Shakespeare being an example. Indeed, StreamCast has given Morpheus users the opportunity to download the briefs in this very case, though their popularity has not been quantified.

As for quantification, the parties’ anecdotal and statistical evidence entered thus far to show the content available on the FastTrack and Gnutella networks does not say much about which files are actually downloaded by users, and no one can say how often the software is used to obtain copies of unprotected material. But MGM’s evidence gives reason to think that the vast majority of users’ downloads are acts of infringement, and because well over 100 million copies of the software in question are known to have been downloaded, and billions of files are shared across the FastTrack and Gnutella networks each month, the probable scope of copyright infringement is staggering.

Grokster and StreamCast concede the infringement in most downloads, Brief for Respondents 10, n. 6, and it is uncontested that they are aware that users employ their software primarily to download copyrighted files, even if the decentralized FastTrack and Gnutella networks fail to reveal which files are being copied, and when. From time to time, moreover, the companies have learned about their users’ infringement directly, as from users who have sent e-mail to each company with questions about playing copyrighted movies they had downloaded, to whom the companies have responded with guidance. App. 559–563, 808–816, 939–954. And MGM notified the companies of 8 million copyrighted files that could be obtained using their software.

Grokster and StreamCast are not, however, merely passive recipients of information about infringing use. The record is replete with evidence that from the moment Grokster


text:
Page:The Rebellion in the Cevennes (Volume 2).djvu/157

Rh to discover to him what a zealous catholic he himself had once been and had but a short time previouly turned to the Huguenot faith; he was silent, however, respecting his alliance with the Camisards, and the purpose for which he had descended into the valleys.

"It is easy to understand," answered the old man, "how lively minds in these troublous times forsake their party and seek on the opposite side, what is wanting to them; that love makes such attempts to become reconciled with itself, even though these attempts should fail. My dear, young friend, you recall to my mind by your confession, your countenance and presence my own past youth in the most lively colours, and I cannot refrain from exchanging confession for confession, confidence for confidence. I am indeed tempted to impart to you the history of my little limited life, that has almost only experienced emotions of the mind."

They seated themselves in an arbour,


text:
Page:The Confidence Man.djvu/201

Rh principles, I may say," guardedly rising in dignity, as he guardedly rose on his toes, "upon which our office is founded, has led me and my associates, in our small, quiet way, to a careful analytical study of man, conducted, too, on a quiet theory, and with an unobtrusive aim wholly our own. That theory I will not now at large set forth. But some of the discoveries resulting from it, I will, by your permission, very briefly mention; such of them, I mean, as refer to the state of boyhood scientifically viewed."

"Then you have studied the thing? expressly studied boys, eh? Why didn't you out with that before?"

"Sir, in my small business way, I have not conversed with so many masters, gentlemen masters, for nothing. I have been taught that in this world there is a precedence of opinions as well as of persons. You have kindly given me your views, I am now, with modesty, about to give you mine."

"Stop flunkying—go on."

"In the first place, sir, our theory teaches us to proceed by analogy from the physical to the moral. Are we right there, sir? Now, sir, take a young boy, a young male infant rather, a man-child in short—what sir, I respectfully ask, do you in the first place remark?"

"A rascal, sir! present and prospective, a rascal!"

"Sir, if passion is to invade, surely science must evacuate. May I proceed? Well, then, what, in the first place, in a general view, do you remark, respected sir, in that male baby or man-child?"

The bachelor privily growled, but this time, upon the

title: Page:The Confidence Man.djvu/201


text:
Page:The Rebellion in the Cevennes (Volume 2).djvu/158

Rh before which stood plantains entwined with vines, the green wooded mountains were open, and the murmuring of the brook resounded pleasingly through the solitude, while from to time to time, the bells of the village church on account of the festival on the morrow, rang out their monotonous and solemn tones.

"I come from the Netherlands," commenced the priest; "born of Huguenot parents, whom I lost at a very early period. My guardians, worldly-minded men, troubled themselves more about the preservation of my small fortune than of giving me a sound education, and therefore it happened that I was consigned to a tutor, with whom they, as well as myself, were very well pleased. He was a man of extensive information, who had also travelled much, and had resided a considerable time in London. As he was descended from a good family, and possessed himself some, tact, he became acquainted with and acquired each day the confidence of many


text:
Page:The Rebellion in the Cevennes (Volume 2).djvu/159

Rh beaux esprits and of the courtiers here, and although his morals had not suffered as much as one might well have been led to fear, his religious principles at least, which may never have been very strong, were by this intercourse entirely stifled and destroyed. Knowledge, understanding were the most important to him, however he devoted himself with religious worship to poetry, as well as to the history of the ancient Greeks. No one could be more eloquent than he, when he enlarged upon these subjects. That these sentiments, as I was of a very lively disposition, should influence me, was very natural; my tutor seemed to me the most gifted of mortals, and his decisions were my oracles. Though I may still honour his memory, I must nevertheless censure as a weakness in what then certainly appeared to me his greatest forte, namely, his unwearied mockery of Christianity and of every religion; all others rather than the various sects of the Christian Church,


text:
Page:Folklore1919.djvu/482

116. Eochaid Garb clears a place for his wife Tailltiu’s grave at Chaille Chuan that her games might be held there, and her foster son Lug, “son of Seal Balb,” made her guba (lamentations) and her nasad (funeral rites, but see later), whence the Lugnasad festival on, or rather round, Aug. 1st, in which month it should be remembered the festival was held at Lug’s sanctuary of Lugdunum Convenorum (St. Bertrand de Commingcs), which all Gaul attended. The fantastic euhemerist chronologers fixed the date of Lug’s reign variously, for a God’s life is hard to date, at 1764-1714 (Giolla Coemhain), 1871-1830 (Four Masters) or even B.C. 500. The Luguasad was also celebrated on Aug. 1st in Scotland and the Isle of Man, and fires were lit in the period (about “a fortnight after” Aug. 1st) in Russia, at Capri, and indeed in Macedonia on Aug. 1st itself.

The Senchas na Relec, telling of “the chief cemeteries of the idolaters,” says there were 50 mounds at Tailltiu, but the number was evidently conventional. The compiler of the Leabhar Gahhala evidently knew that Eochaid Garb was a god, for it calls him “son of Dua the blind, of the Tuatha Dé,” and relates how Cian, son of Diancecht, gave his son Lug, “son of Ethne, daughter of Balor, for fosterage.” Tailltiu “died in Tailltiu, her mourning games used to be performed every year by Lug. . . a fortnight before and a fortnight after.” This is not the only case where Lug is connected with the earthworks of the older race. We have noted his house Cro Loga, near Eochaid’s

title: Page:Folklore1919.djvu/482


text:
Page:The Rebellion in the Cevennes (Volume 2).djvu/160

Rh found a release from his satires; the present, as well as the past, the history of the development, its mysteries, all was a subject of his derision, and the apostles, even the Saviour himself, were not spared by him, how much less Luther, or Calvin, and Zwingli, or even those so named mystics, who desire to form in themselves a peculiar spirit to recognise God. My mind had soon become so intimately connected with his, that I could not endure that there should be any religion for me on the earth, that any pious sentiments should ever arise in my heart. I had indeed my heroes of the former world, the Grecian antiquity, the high-minded Romans, in whose patriotism I glowed in dreams, the boundless fields of poetry with its gardens of wit and humour; and out of Sophocles and Eschylus, those dreamers of a world of spirits not understood, these seemed to me the most sublime objects that could ever have the power to shake my soul. In a


text:
Page:The Rebellion in the Cevennes (Volume 2).djvu/161

Rh short time I was honestly and truly ashamed of being a Christian, when I thought of the variegated world of fiction, of the ambiguous Grecian mythology, of those feasts and spectacles, lofty statues, and noble temples: Where then were the deliverer on the ignominious cross, and his impoverished disciples? how this faith of poverty and misfortune dwindled into nothing compared with those sacrifices and public parade, and the jubilee of the Pindaric hymns? neither did I reckon myself among the community, and the dullest day of my young life, was that on which I was received into the church of our sect with the customary ceremonies. Each word seemed nonsense to me, all solemnity degradation, in anger only I responded to the questions, and while still in the church, I swore never again to visit it: A contradictory and foolish oath, which, however, I long observed. At a later period, when I entered into the world, I remarked that all, who were called strong-minded, were


text:
Page:The Rebellion in the Cevennes (Volume 2).djvu/162

Rh either privately or publicly of my belief. All did not openly mock; the weak disapproved of this outrage, but only from the feeling of not making weak men err, or become unhappy, who though had nothing better themselves, or were not able to produce any thing but the old, miserable tale, that, without a connexion, one often contradicts the other. Many forcibly denied altogether the history of the Saviour, with others still worse, he was merely an unfortunate rebel, and to the best, a moral man, but who indeed, according to their views must be far inferior to Socrates, whose life was clearer, and whose doctrines seemed more comprehensible. Several of these free-thinkers, to whom the catholic church was a stumbling block, and who, that they might not be considered as antichristians, turned all the strength of their mind, under pretext of protecting the protestant freedom, to tear to atoms and to disfigure their catholic brethren, the history of the church,


text:
Page:Shrinking the Commons.djvu/12

  in 1989 (“GPLv1”); Version 2, in 1991 (“GPLv2”); and Version 3, in 2007 (“GPLv3”). The various versions of the GPL do not displace or supersede one another, and authors of FOSS works may select earlier versions of the GPL if those versions better reflect their intent.

Although a FOSS author’s use of the GPL effectively places the software into the commons, thereby making it available for copying and modification, GPL-licensed software is not in the public domain. Rather, all GPL-licensed software is copyrighted. The Preamble of GPLv3 includes

title: Page:Shrinking the Commons.djvu/12


text:
Page:The Rebellion in the Cevennes (Volume 2).djvu/163

Rh and temporal ordinances, in the most barbarous manner: thus behind this rampart, they imagined under false names, to be able to annihilate Christianity itself, for this it was which was hateful to them, not this, or that party. All this was very evident to me, and I lent my aid as much as my limitted power would permit. I arrived at the age of maturity, and my opinions only became still more deeply rooted. I travelled, I saw the world, but only on the side, which confirmed my prejudices. If I met with pious enlightened Christians, they appeared to me only as strange disordered spirits, worthy of remark perhaps, of pity assuredly. In a German town I took out of sheer insolence the book of a German mystic from the library to my own dwelling, that I might for want of better amusement, divert myself in the spirit of derision with the madness of the absurd and the foolish. Unconsciously, I had brought the fire-brand into my house, which soon set in flames all


text:
Page:The Rebellion in the Cevennes (Volume 2).djvu/164

Rh this edifice of pride and worldly impiety. I turned over the leaves, read and laughed, read again and found the puerility at least poetical. The book left me no rest, I felt as it were attracted to it, it tortured me, and to my shame I was soon forced to confess to myself, that it contained connexion, strength, and spirit, that it instructed me, and that gardens, flowers, and trees of love bloomed, where I had only seen a waste desert. The presentiment seized me, that another God might rule the universe than he, whom in my enthusiastic views of nature, or in my poetical inspirations, I had been willing to discover, or to acknowledge in the vortex of frivolity.

"My mind much affected, after some weeks of anxiety and meditation, longed ardently to read the Holy Scriptures. None of my numerous acquaintances, even such as were book collectors, or who possessed extensive libraries, had this book in their households. I felt ashamed, that I too had never required it. From that time


text:
Page:Folklore1919.djvu/483

 “Mound of the Hostages” at Tara. Lug had two wives, Nas and Bui, who gave their names to the mounds of Nas (Lis Loga) and Cnocbaei (Cnogba, or Knowth). “The pure Gaedel came to lament the women from Fid m Broga (Brugh of the Boyne, near Knowth), from Tailltiu, where he raised a fire. Thence they came with Lug. . . that was the gathering of the accomplished Lug. . . the lamentation for the fair-skinned women of Fál,” note the last phrase. When the gods’ sacred mounds become their tombs we feel that we are dealing with the later euhemerism of the eleventh century, for, down to A.D. 1000, the gods were freely described as “gods,” and the mounds were their palaces. To this period the Senchas na Relec belongs, and it names the mound of Lug in the great bronze-age cemetery of Brugh. Alldai, from whom its chief tumulus (now called Newgrange) was called Achad Alldai, was ancestor of Lug, through Iondae. Net (the Gaulish war-god Neton) Esarg Brecc, Diancecht, and Cian)—“though we enumerate them we do not worship them,” adds the cautious scribe, well aware that he was perilously in touch with “the gods of the heathen.”

Nuada, who is also so closely connected with Tailltiu, was descended, in the more familiar sources, from Echtach, or Achi, or Eochaid (perhaps identical with the husband of

title: Page:Folklore1919.djvu/483


text: Kennedy v. I., C. & L. R. Co.

title: Kennedy v. I., C. & L. R. Co.


text:
Page:The Rebellion in the Cevennes (Volume 2).djvu/165

Rh this treasure became my faithful companion on my travels. I read in solitary and consecrated moments, and experieneed what every thirsty one feels, who is susceptible of humiliation, in whom the utter sense of helplessness is not entirely extinct, which, indeed, is so indispensably necessary before the spiritual word can take root in the uncultivated heart. Faith! this so often disputed, attacked and variously explained word. Oh! who has experienced it, in whom it has arisen with its strength, he will not dispute it. I could not withdraw myself from the revelation, the faith, so triumphantly did the words, the images, the language of the gospel glittering in the splendour of arms pierce through my soul, and all my energies became the prisoners of eternal love, and were now happy and blessed in the service, in the sweet slavery. My former rebellion against the Lord appeared to me mean and despicable, and my contempt turned from its course, no


text:
Page:The Rebellion in the Cevennes (Volume 2).djvu/166

Rh longer understood the folly of its early wisdom. Many indeed imagine, that faith, humility, and unbounded trust in the Lord, are nothing else than killing our energies, nay the faculty of thinking, and consequently withdraw in anger or in trembling from that work of regeneration, which, nevertheless speaks sometimes from afar indirectly to their insensible hearts. Unhappy men! This so much dreaded faith would first elevate their capacities to energies and kindle new lights and flames in their spirits. Without him, the revealed Christ, no sense in profound thought, no spirit in history, no consolation in nature and no peculiarity in our existence. Art, love, humour, who possesses him, they are then free play-fellows. How joyous, sweet, yea intoxicating and full of merriment, cheerful, and smiling does Christianity appear through all the genuine works of modern art, how blessed and pleasing are they, when in the greatness and fulness of the old world, yet like a spirit of gentle melancholy that


text:
Translation:Mishnah/Seder Moed/Tractate Pesachim/Chapter 4/1

Where it is the custom to do work on the eve of Pesach until midday, we may do work; but where it is the custom not to do work,we may not do work. If one moves from a place where they do work on Pesach eve to where they do not do work, or from a place where they do not do work to where they do work, we require him to keep the stringencies of the place which he has left and the stringencies of the place to which he has gone. No one is allowed to deviate from local custom, so as to avoid conflict.


text:
Portal:Index

Class K - Law
For a complete list of subclasses see: List of Class K subclasses

Class Z - Bibliography, Library Science
ar:ويكي مصدر:أعمال Thema fa:ویکی‌نبشته:آثار fr:Wikisource:Portails ja:Wikisource:索引類 no:Wikikilden:Verk ro:Wikisource:Lucrări zh:Wikisource:主题

title: Portal:Index


text:
Page:The Rebellion in the Cevennes (Volume 2).djvu/167

Rh passes away as the cloud, momentarily over the beautiful landscape in the brilliancy of spring." The old man paused, and Edmond said: "Oh! how willingly I listen to you, and remember all the sentiments and vicissitudes of my stormy youth."

"What I had before rejected," continued the priest, "now became the most urgent want of my soul, for I felt, how much a christian congregation, in unison together, must strengthen and elevate the individual. I visited the church therefore and wished to join in the worship of my sect. But whether it was that my mind was too much agitated, or that I had perhaps fallen on the wrong one, it appeared to me that every where the church overreached itself by preaching. All preferred their own explanations, and their close reasoning philosophy to the word of the Lord, they were all ashamed of Christ and denied him in artfully spun phrases, they misinterpreted him, merely that they might bring him nearer to their own weak necessities, as if


text:
Page:The Rebellion in the Cevennes (Volume 2).djvu/168

Rh he and his disciples must be subservient to their enlightened times, as servants and sextons of the church. I knew well, that every believing auditor and layman must be a priest himself to be able by his own power to transform the worthless into the good, but all my vital energies sank in the midst of that which surrounded me; the shrill singing stunned me, and the whole left a void and almost brought me back again to the state of a despairing infidel. It was certainly unreasonable on my part to require that all should partake of the intoxication of my newly planted vineyard. I was now compelled to feel, that fanaticism, and stepping beyond the limits was yet worse than remaining cold and apathetic below the mark. I continued my travels, and quarrelled on the way with my companion, already an old acquaintance, who neither could, or would not share in all my feelings. Thus we arrived at Nismes; there my destiny ordained, that I should long remain, in order that my


text:
Page:The Rebellion in the Cevennes (Volume 2).djvu/169

Rh whole life fully aroused should be determined and resolved. My companion, a certain Lacoste, introduced me to a house, where new feelings awaited me, to torture as much as to bless me."

"Lacoste!" exclaimed Edmond, "should he, perhaps—but proceed my venerable friend, I may be mistaken."

"My former friend," pursued the priest, "was tall and robust, a handsome man in every sense of the word, feeling and kind, but frivolous, and as far from every religion, as I had been a short time previously. This friend introduced me to the family of a worthy magistrate, which soon, as the good man and his excellent wife received me so hospitably, became my daily abode. They had a son, an aimable youth whose enthusiasm quickly procured him my confidence, for, just as much as Lacoste disputed all religious principles, young Beauvais warmly cherished them, voluntary lived in and for religion: he was the most zealous defender


text:
Page:The Rebellion in the Cevennes (Volume 2).djvu/170

Rh of his Catholic party, that I have ever been acquainted with."

"Heavens!" exclaimed Edmond, "you are then, venerable man, the Edmond Watelet, of whom I have so often heard the Counsellor of Parliament speak, as the favourite friend of his youth?"

A long pause ensued.—"It is indeed so," said the aged priest wiping away his tears, "the young enthusiastic Beauvais must now be an old man; I too though am become old! Aye, truly, there is a period which our heart refuses to believe, it is that alone which exalts the life of each one of us to a strange fiction, to a wonderful tale. He is still living then? ah, my dear Chevalier, you are yourself very like him. That is the spell, which so inseparably bound me to you."

Edmond talked of his father, but notwithstanding his deep emotion, he felt it was impossible to discover to him at that moment, that he was his son. After a time during which the old man recovered


text:
Page:The Rebellion in the Cevennes (Volume 2).djvu/171

Rh from his agitation, he continued more calmly: "That which most contributed to convert the paternal dwelling of my young friend into an enchanted garden for me, was the society of the young and beautiful women, who assembled there. He himself was affianced to a lovely girl, and he ardently anticipated his union with her. His Lucy's sentiments corresponded exactly with his own, and all that drew them nearer to each other was more or less imbibed into their existence and grew with the inspired hymn. The elder Beauvais only smiled at the high-strained feeling of the young people, for though he was himself pious, he rather feared that overreaching, and this religious ecstasy appeared to him as such. I now visited the temple in high spirits with my enthusiastic friend. The solemnity of God’s service, the stillness, the enchanting singing, the dread-inspiring presentiment which hovered over every mystery that here tried to present itself visibly to the necessituous, languishing