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 practice of ignoring the natural distinction between them.

The contracted syllables usually. spelled ja, jo, ju, are pronounced dzya, dzyo, dzyu.

The R in the syllable ri, the pronunciation of which varies so much in different parts of Japan, is in most words absolutely silent, thus two rios is ni’iyô.

The diphthong ai, especially in the word nai, is commonly pronounced éi, thus wakaranéi.

With regard to the sounds of the consonants, the impure nasal n before the g, which is a characteristic of the Tôkiô pronunciation, is intensified in Yonézawa, where the dialect delights in inserting this same n before d, z, and j; and its equivalent m before b. Thus I have heard ‘a spoon’ (saji) called sandzi, which, as the Governor at that time happened to be a ‘Sanji,’ was slightly confusing. With many persons the insertion of this n or m seems to be the only mode of marking the distinction between the sharp and flat mutes; k, t, p, except when doubled, commonly taking the sounds of g, d, b, while the genuine g, d, b, become ng, nd, mb, as wadagusi, iyanda, ambunai. Iku (to go) appears to be an exception; it is always pronounced ingu.

(3).—Of the words used in a sense totally different to that which they bear in Tôkiô, the list that I have been able to collect is not a long one; but being all words in common use they are intensely bewildering to one unsuspicious of their local meaning. Thus soon after my arrival I remember feeling no little astonishment at hearing a fine powerful looking young fellow, who had been pointed out to me as having distinguished himself in the war, decline a challenge to box with the words kowaküte sarenaish’! It was not till some time afterwards that I

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translated the for a special performance in the Grand Opera House, Cincinnati, on the afternoon of March the tenth. The drama will be staged by one of my former pupils, Miss Edna Mannheimer. If the play acts well (for no play is good, unless it is a good acting play) I shall not be dissatisfied with my version, whatever the other merits, or demerits, of my attempted transfusion of the drama may be. If Æschylus cannot be translated into French, certainly Sophocles cannot be translated into English; for our language simply breaks down in the attempt to render the light and rapid, yet strong and unerring, words of the flexible Greek. The trimeters I translated in thirty days. Thirty years would not suffice for the choral songs—indeed, the hopelessness of translation, at the end of that period, would probably be even more apparent than it is now.

For my plagiarism of Shakesperian phraseology I have no apology to offer. I have resolutely refrained from consulting all previous translations of the tragedy except three. Two of these I have glanced at only occasionally; the third—Sir Richard Jebb’s—has been open before me constantly, so that the metempsychosis I have endeavored to make of the doubtless bears the impress of this monumental edition. Greek scholars will know that I could not escape it—and, I may add, in the words of Hæmon, “I would not, if I could.”

I am under great obligations to my colleague, Frank Wadleigh Chandler, Professor of English in the University of Cincinnati, for reading the work in manuscript, and for suggesting changes in many places.

Cincinnati, Jan. 8, 1911.


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 discovered that kowai is used only in the sense of ‘fatigued,’ its ordinary meaning ‘afraid’ being invariably rendered by okkanai.

Wakaru, not only means ‘to divide’ and ‘to understand,’ but also, and more generally, ‘to be able’ ‘to be sufficient’ ‘to be suitable.’ Thus: Kore de mo wakaru, ‘this is enough.’ Mijikakute mo wakaru, ‘though it is short it will do.’ Omokute hitori de wakerangi, ‘it is too heavy, I can’t carry it by myself.’

Dekiru and deru seem to have in some sort interchanged meanings, deru being used almost exclusively in the sense of ‘to be finished’; mo hambun deta kara, tôkô goro deru, ‘it is half done already, so it will be finished about the 10th.’ Dekiru on the other hand is never used in the sense of ‘to finish’ ‘to be able,’ but in that only of ‘going’ or ‘coming’ (the meaning by the way of the characters with which it is written .) Thus: Tadaima dekita, ‘He has just gone out; Asu deki béi, ‘He will probably come to-morrow.’

Ippuku, ‘one puff,’ is used for one cup-ful (ippai). The invitation ‘Come in and have a cup of tea,’ if given at the door or near the house of the speaker is usually couched in the words Yotte ippusu yokambéish’, while a guest is pressed to take more tea with ‘ima ippuku.’

Some important differences are to be noticed in the use of the pronouns. Watakushi and sessha are used by persons of some pretension to education, when speaking to a superior, but the word in everyday use by all classes is ore. For this, or rather for its incorrect form ora, the country-folks have a plural orada, while the townspeople and samurai use the regular plural orera.

Ware, which in Tôkiô as well as in the written language indicates the first person, is the ordinary word for ‘you’ in addressing inferiors.

Kisama, in Tôkiô usually expressive of extreme contempt, is used politely and familiarly among equals, and has the plural kisama-gata. It is also commonly employed

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Æsir, 61 (et passim)

Agnar, or Audi’s brother, 70

Alf, the son of Hjalprek, king of Denmark, 39, 126

Alf, the son of Hunding, 27

Alf the Old, king, 31, 88

Alswid, son of Heimir, 80

Andvari, son of Oinn, a dwarf, 46

Andvari’s force (a waterfall), 46

Andvari’s gift (a ring), 48

Asgarth, abode of the Æsir, the Gods, 30

Aslaug, daughter of Sigurd Fafnir’s-bane, 97

Atli, Budli’s son, brother of Brynhild, 86

Bekkhild, daughter of Budli, wife of Heimir, 80

Bikki, King Jormunrek’s counsellor, 154

Borghild, Queen of Sigmund Volsungson, 25

Bravoll (a field), 30

Bredi, thrall of Skadi, 1

Brynhild, daughter of Budli, 64 (et passim)

Budli, king, 86

Busil-tarn, a river, 43

Denmark, 125

Dragonkeel (a ship), 53

Dvalin, a dwarf, 62

Erp, son of Jonakr, 151

Eylimi, King, 35

Eymod, 126

Eyolf, son of Hunding, 27

Fafnir, son of Hreidmar, 44

Feng (Odin), 54

Fjolnir (Odin), 54

Fion, 126

Fjornir, 136

Frankland, 68

Franks, 126

Freyia, 4

Giaflaug, 115

Giuki, a king, 86

Glaumvor, second wife of Gunnar, Giuki’s son, 132

Gnœvar, son of Hogni Giukisson, 137

Gnipalund, 29

Gnita-heath, 44

Golnir, a giant, 30

Gothland, 6

Goti, a horse, 94

Gram, the family sword of the Volsungs, 39

Grani, 30

Grani, horse of Sigurd Fafnir’s-bane, 44

Granmar, 28

Greeks, 96

Grifir (Edda Gripir), son of Eylimi, 52

Grimhild, Giuki’s queen, 86

Grindur, 31

Gudrun, daughter of Giuki, 84 (et passim)

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best gate to the Antigone is through King Œdipus, an earlier chapter in the story.

This drama opens in front of the palace in Thebes. Suppliants in white tunics and cloaks have laid olive branches with fillets of wool on the altars. The doors of the palace open and Œdipus appears. He asks his dear children, as he calls them, the meaning of their attitude, the frankincense that fills the city, the solemn chants and frequent cries of dole. The priest answers for them: Heaven itself frowns upon the land; the city tosseth sore and cannot her head upheave; a curse is on her—the pasturing kine, the fruit of earth, the childless mother-pangs of women, and the abominable pestilence harrieth Thebes, while black Hades is glutted rich with wails and groans. Their king upreared their life from out the dust of death, when aforetime the dire sphinx exacted tribute, and now they entreat him to find some remedy, some refuge for them once again. But Œdipus has already divined their yearnings; he knows they ail, but none whose ailment equals his: his soul groans for state, for self, for all. He has wept long and has gone many roads in devious wanderings of thought; and the sole remedy he could find after diligent survey has already been applied: his own wife’s brother has been despatched in post to sacred Delphi, Apollo’s temple, to learn by what deed or word he might deliver the state. And now Œdipus is growing anxious; beyond all likelihood the son of Menoiceus stays; but when Apollo’s answer comes, he will leave nothing undone of all things whatsoever they be, that


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 to inferiors, and is in that case expressive of kindness and courtesy.

Omaye is respectful, and is used to superiors only.

Omaye sama expresses extreme deference, and was used in addressing the Prince.

Anata is never employed at ail.

As in Tôkiô boku and kimi are the words chiefly used for ‘I’ and ‘you’ by students, while their elders delight to display their Chinese scholarship by employing midomo, sokka, kiden, sokomoto.

For pronouns of the third person, though koré, soré, and aré are known, the most usual words are kaitsu, koitsu, saitsu, soitsu and aitsu (contractions for kono yatsu, sono yatsu and ano yatsu) which are used without any idea of rudeness, and for things as well as for persons. I may mention here that the word yatsu which in Tôkiô has the contemptuous meaning of our word ‘fellow,’ has in Yonezawa the kindly and familiar meaning of the same term. Thus riko na yatsu, teinei na yatsu are complimentary expressions for ‘a clever man,’ ‘a polite man,’ while an intimate friend is described as ‘kokoro-yasui yatsu.’

(4.) Of the words peculiar to the dialect many of those I have noted have no equivalents in Tôkiô, the articles they represent being as little known as the names; but specimens of nearly all of them have been presented to the museum of The Asiatic Society. To this class belong:

 * Nizo.—A straw hat shaped like an inverted trowel, fitting closely to the back of the head, and projecting beyond the forehead.
 * Sakata-bôshi.—A straw helmet ornamented with coloured cotton, with a deep fringe falling over the shoulders.
 * Kugu-bôshi.—A hood and cape in one reaching down to the knees, made of a grass called Kugu.
 * Suso-boso.—Hakama tight at the ancleankle [sic], worn by both men and women of the samurai class.
 * Tachi-tsuke.—A similar garment to the preceding, but without the board in the back, worn by the lower classes of both sexes.

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 Gullrond, a daughter of Giuki, 118

Gungnir, a sword, 73

Gunnar, son of Giuki, 86 (et passim)

Guttorm, son of Giuki, 86

Hacon, father of Thora, 126

Hadding, 127

Hænir, one of the Æsir, 152

Hagbard, 88

Hagbard, son of Hunding, 27

Haki’s sons, 88

Hamdir, son of Jonakr, 151

Hamund, son of Sigmund, 25

Hedinsey, 28

Heimir, 80

Helgi, son of Sigmund, called Hunding’s-bane, 25

Helm Gunnar, a king, 27

Herborg, 115

Hervard, son of Hunding, 27

Hindfell, 64

Hjalli, a thrall, 143

Hjalprek, king of Denmark, 39

Hjordis, daughter of Eylimi, 35

Hlymdale, 97

Hnikar, 54

Hodbrod, son of Granmar, 29

Hogni, son of Giuki, 86

Hogni, king, Sigrun’s father, 27

Holkvir (not Holkvi), the horse of Gunnar, 94

Hreidmar, 42

Hrimnir, a giant, 4

Hropt (Odin), 73

Huginn (Odin’s raven), 54

Hunding, King, 27

Huns, 2

Jarisleif, 126

Jonakr, 152

Jormunrek (Ermanarik), 152

Kostbera, wife of Hogni Giukisson, 134

Leif, a ship-captain, 28

Ljod, daughter of the giant Hrimnir, 4

Loki, one of the Æsir, 47

Longbeards, 126

Lowness, 30

Lyngi, king, son of Hunding, 35

Niblung, son of Hogni Giukisson, 148

Norfis-sound, 28

Norns (of threefold kin), 61

Oddrun, King Atli’s sister, 123

Odin, 1 (et passim)

Oinn, 48

Orkning, brother to Kostbera, 137

Otter, son of Hreidmar, 46

Ran, the sea goddess, 47

Randver, son of Jormunrek, 153

Red-berg, 28

Regin, son of Hreidmar, 42

Rerir, son of Sigi, 2

Rhine, 86

Ring, 31

Ridil, a sword, 64

Rognir (Odin), 73

Rotti, a sword, 67

Saxons, 126

Sigar, 88

Siggeir, King of Gothland, 6

Sigi, son of Odin, 1

Sigmund, son of Sigurd Fafnir’s-bane, 92

Sigmund, son of Volsung, 5

Signy, daughter of Volsung, 5

Sigrun, daughter of Hogni, 27

Sigurd, son of Sigmund, called Fafnir’s-bane, 68 (et passim)

Sinfjotli, son of Sigmund, 17

Skadi, 1

Sleipnir, Odin’s steed, 77

Sok, an island, 31

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 Solar, son of Hogni Giukisson, 137

Sorli, son of Jonakr, 151

Sunfells (Sunlitten hills, 26), 30

Surt, a fire-giant, 62

Swanhild, daughter of Sigurd Fafnir’s-bane, 152

Swarin’s-cairn, 29

Sveggjud, a horse, 30

Sveipud, a horse, 30

Thora, daughter of Hacon, 129

Thrasness, 30

Unshapen, a holm, 61

Valbiorg, 128

Vanir, 74

Varin’s-firth, 28

Varinsey, 29

Vinbjorg, 128

Vingi, King Atli’s messenger, 131

Vinskornir, a horse, 66

Volsung, son of Rerir, 5

Waldemar of Denmark, 126

Wolfstone, a field battle, 31

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 *Habaki.—Gaiters made of reeds.
 * Jimbei.—Straw shoes.
 * Igara-jimbei.—The same shaped shoe made of rashes (igara).
 * Oso-fuki.—A straw protection for the toes worn with the waraji.
 * Te no ura.—Similar to the last, made of plaited straw, and coming more under the foot.
 * Fuka-gutsu.—Straw boots reaching to the knee.
 * Take bo hora.—Clogs made of split bamboo used by children for sliding.
 * Kanjiki.—Snow shoes made of the shoot of a tree bent to an oval, with only a string across to fasten it to the foot.
 * Kana-kanjiki.—A bar of iron with three spikes worn under the foot to prevent slipping.
 * Tasu.—A basket, something like a knapsack, carried on the back, made of strips of cane (matatabi).
 * Hakigo.—A basket either of bamboo or cane, also carried on the back, but of a different shape.
 * Mekkai.—A scoop made of withes to carry sand or snow.
 * Bokkai.—A wooden shovel with the blade slightly hollowed.
 * Suna-haki.—A wooden spade with a flat blade and very long handle.

It will be observed that almost ail the foregoing are the names of conveniences necessitated by the snow, which lies from the middle of December to the middle of March, and even on the level ground attains a depth of five or six feet.

The remaining words, representing things and ideas not specially pertaining to the locality, have equivalents in the language of Tôkiô which I have in most cases appended in addition to the translation:

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 Thou hast not followed that immortal Star

Which leads the people forth to deeds of war.

Weary of life, thou liest in silent sleep,

As one who marks the lengthening shadows creep,

Careless of all the hurrying hours that run,

Mourning some day of glory, for the sun

Of Freedom hath not shewn to thee his face,

And thou hast caught no flambeau in the race.

Yet wake not from thy slumbers,—rest thee well,

Amidst thy fields of amber asphodel,

Thy lily-sprinkled meadows,—rest thee there,

To mock all human greatness: who would dare

To vent the paltry sorrows of his life

Before thy ruins, or to praise the strife

Of kings' ambition, and the barren pride

Of warring nations! wert not thou the Bride

Of the wild Lord of Adria's stormy sea!

The Queen of double Empires! and to thee

Were not the nations given as thy prey!

And now—thy gates lie open night and day,

The grass grows green on every tower and hall,

The ghastly fig hath cleft thy bastioned wall;

And where thy mailèd warriors stood at rest

The midnight owl hath made her secret nest.

O fallen! fallen! from thy high estate,

O city trammelled in the toils of Fate, 13

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Constitution of the Polish People's Republic

 * The Constitutional Act of February 19, 1947
 * Constitution of the Polish People's Republic (1952)
 * Constitution of the Polish People's Republic (1976)
 * April Novelization
 * December Novelization
 * Small Constitution of 1992


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 Doth nought remain of all thy glorious days,

But a dull shield, a crown of withered bays!

Yet who beneath this night of wars and fears,

From tranquil tower can watch the coming years;

Who can foretell what joys the day shall bring,

Or why before the dawn the linnets sing?

Thou, even thou, mayst wake, as wakes the rose

To crimson splendour from its grave of snows;

As the rich corn-fields rise to red and gold

From these brown lands, now stiff with Winter's cold;

As from the storm-rack comes a perfect star!

O much-loved city! I have wandered far

From the wave-circled islands of my home;

Have seen the gloomy mystery of the Dome

Rise slowly from the drear Campagna's way,

Clothed in the royal purple of the day:

I from the city of the violet crown

Have watched the sun by Corinth's hill go down,

And marked the 'myriad laughter' of the sea

From starlit hills of flower-starred Arcady;

Yet back to thee returns my perfect love,

As to its forest-nest the evening dove.

O poet's city! one who scarce has seen

Some twenty summers cast their doublets green, 14

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 For Autumn's livery, would seek in vain

To wake his lyre to sing a louder strain,

Or tell thy days of glory;—poor indeed

Is the low murmur of the shepherd's reed,

Where the loud clarion's blast should shake the sky,

And flame across the heavens! and to try

Such lofty themes were folly: yet I know

That never felt my heart a nobler glow

Than when I woke the silence of thy street

With clamorous trampling of my horse's feet,

And saw the city which now I try to sing,

After long days of weary travelling.

Adieu, Ravenna! but a year ago,

I stood and watched the crimson sunset glow

From the lone chapel on thy marshy plain:

The sky was as a shield that caught the stain

Of blood and battle from the dying sun,

And in the west the circling clouds had spun

A royal robe, which some great God might wear,

While into ocean-seas of purple air

Sank the gold galley of the Lord of Light.

Yet here the gentle stillness of the night 15

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 Brings back the swelling tide of memory,

And wakes again my passionate love for thee:

Now is the Spring of Love, yet soon will come

On meadow and tree the Summer's lordly bloom;

And soon the grass with brighter flowers will blow,

And send up lilies for some boy to mow.

Then before long the Summer's conqueror,

Rich Autumn-time, the season's usurer,

Will lend his hoarded gold to all the trees,

And see it scattered by the spendthrift breeze;

And after that the Winter cold and drear.

So runs the perfect cycle of the year.

And so from youth to manhood do we go,

And fall to weary days and locks of snow.

Love only knows no winter; never dies:

Nor cares for frowning storms or leaden skies.

And mine for thee shall never pass away,

Though my weak lips may falter in my lay.

Adieu! Adieu! yon silent evening star,

The night's ambassador, doth gleam afar,

And bid the shepherd bring his flocks to fold.

Perchance before our inland seas of gold

Are garnered by the reapers into sheaves,

Perchance before I see the Autumn leaves,

I may behold thy city; and lay down

Low at thy feet the poet's laurel crown. 16

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 Adieu! Adieu! yon silver lamp, the moon,

Which turns our midnight into perfect noon,

Doth surely light thy towers, guarding well

Where Dante sleeps, where Byron loved to dwell. 17

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(5).—Of the phraseology and choice of expressions in the dialect the most marked features are its fondness for the simple forms of the verb, and the recurrence of the suffix shi, and the words Nŭnai and Béi. The polite verb masu or masuru, behind which at Tôkiô the tyro in the language can so comfortably veil his ignorance of she simple forms, has no place in this dialect; gozaru woreover is never heard. By way of replacing them a sentence is rendered polite by tacking on to the last word the suffix shi. Thus: sayô de gozarimasu, is rendered by sô dash,’ koré desŭ ka by koré kash,’ or more often koitsu kash.’ Respecting the origin, derivation, or history of this suffix, I have been able to obtain absolutely no information. I have met with itas far south as the Takuhara Toge, some ten ri from Nikkô, and have traced it from there all through the Aidzu country and Yonézawa and have heard it also in Echigo. At Yamagata, already referred to, where the Môgami dialect is spoken, the shi is not heard, nor have I observed it on the Ôshiu kaidô along which, as far as Fukushima, I have travelled eight times.

Nŭnai meaning ‘yes’ corresponds to Hai, but is rather more decidedly affirmative. There is something inimitably comic about the pronunciation of this word, especially in the mouths of the women: the n is prolonged indefinitely and at length the vowel comes out with a jerk. For the ejaculation to denote attention while listening to a superior the most common word is ka, but hai is sometimes used.

For the formation of the future, or affirmation of probability, bei is used to the almost total exclusion of the forms in ô and de arô, thus, kuru béi, sô dambéi (for de aru béi), Béi is a contraction for the béshi of the written language, and its use in colloquial is said to be the distinctive characteristic of the dialects of Ôshiu and all the northern part of this nameless main island. It is joined to the present indicative of verbs of the first conjugation, and to the root or present indicative of those of the second.

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8 the god shall show. Suddenly Creon arrives with certain news, but—a riddle—neither good nor bad: “Good, an God will,—that is, if all come out aright.” The oracle neither comforts nor saddens. Then Creon speaks plainly: “Drive out the defiling thing in the land and breed it not so that it cannot be healed.” This defilement is explained to be a man who has shed blood and brought the storm of troubles on the state, namely, the man who has killed the former king. For Laius on the road to Delphi met a bloody end; his comrades too all perished, save one, who escaped and brought back word that robbers had overpowered them by force of numbers. The Thebans had done naught to seek or punish the murderers since the riddling sphinx had occupied their whole attention. Œdipus, having listened to the oracle, now promises to search out the criminal, for the sake of the land, of the god, and even for his own sake,—since in avenging Laius he but befriends himself. The suppliants retire, and fifteen Theban elders, men of noble birth, enter and express in song their feelings of distress and terror and entreat the gods to help them in their affliction.

Œdipus asks the assistance of the elders that he may obtain some clue which he may follow up in tracking out, the guilty man; he charges them to tell all they know; if the criminal be afraid, let him reveal himself, for no hurt will be done unto him—only he shall leave the land. But if he be screened, so much the worse: no one shall speak to the murderer or share house, sacrifice, or prayer with him, but thrust him forth. Œdipus is the ally of Apollo and of the murdered king: may the unknown slayer eke out in sin his unblest life; nay, more, if he should be unwittingly a member of the king’s own household, may the same curse rest on himself. In any event, e’en unurged, they should seek out the murderer of one so noble; but now since Œdipus holds the sovereignty once held by him, and also bed and wife, from whom they would have had chil-


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 The two hardest worked words in the dialect are damé and yokambéi. To attempt to render in English all their shades of meaning would exhaust a dictionary. Suffice it that the primary meaning of damé is ‘of no use,’ while yokambéi means literally ‘will be good.’ They are generally exactly antithetical; for instance ‘Will it do if I go to-morrow’ is Asu itte yokambei kash’?—Asu dume dash’, ‘Tomorrow will be too late.’

The meaningless né so much used by the lower classes at Tôkiô is changed into na and is used by every one. In polite conversation it takes the suffix shi and becomes nash’. Occasionally a yokel, in his desire to be excruciatingly polite, attaches the shi to the preceding word as well; as ''sô dash nash’! Amari samuish’ nash’!'' But this is reprehensible and betokens a sad want of education.

Sa is par excellence the postposition of the dialect. Besides embracing all the ideas of motion towards and rest at, if occurs in such phrases as Tsukuye sa oite o kure. ‘Put it on the table’ Uchi sa wasurete kita, ‘I left it at home..’ [sic] Oboko sa kureta. ‘I gave it to the child’

An expression of constant occurrence is Najô na konda which is a contraction for Nani jô na koto da, (jô meaning ‘item,’ ‘particular.’) It is used interrogatively in the sense of ‘what is the matter?’ and also reflectively to express surprise or inability to answer a question. Najô is much used in all interrogations. I was once politely asking a little lady of about eleven years old, after the welfare of her mother who had recently been ill, and for want of this word utterly failed to make myself understood, especially as none of the words that I knew for ‘mother’ seemed to be familiar to her. I was abandoning the attempt in despair, when a student came to my rescue with Da sama wa najô de o idenashita kash’, which elicited the prompt answer ‘shidai ni iish.’’

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SOPHOCLES. dren in common, had not issue been denied the former king, he will prosecute the case as for his own father, will leave no stone unturned to find the assassin, “and curses on him who withholds his aid!” The chorus protest their innocence and their ignorance, but suggest that he would not go amiss in his inquiry, if he were to send for Teiresias, who can descry what’s past and what’s to come. But Creon, his wife’s brother, has already advised this course; twice has he sent for Teiresias and he wonders why the prophet tarries. But lo! at this instant the blind soothsayer appears, led by a boy. The king entreats him to rescue them all from the blight of pollution by naming, if he knows, the murderer. But Teiresias is loth to speak, and turns to go. Œdipus implores him to unlock his lips, if he has knowledge, but the seer replies:

“I will not proclaim my secret grief—that I say not thine.”

S death! You know, and will not tell?”

“To spare myself and you. Your questioning will be vain.”

“Arch villain! Why, you would turn a very stone to rage—you will not speak, but remain untouched?”

“You chide my temper; but your own you see not. What is to come will come, e’en if I refuse to unseal my lips.”

T is my right to hear, if come it will.”

“I’ll speak no further; stamp, rave, and fret, if you will.”

“Sooth, and I will. By God! I turn it all to your suggestion, plot and damned practice, manifest conspirator that you are, that you did contrive to murder our dead lord, and were you not blind, I’d say that you did the deed.”

“Indeed?—I charge you to abide by the proclamation you have made and from this day never speak to those nor me—you are the man that defiles this land accursed!”

“Insolence surpassing insolence! How do you expect to escape?”

“I have escaped: the truth is my strength.”

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drift with every passion till my soul

Is a stringed lute on which all winds can play,

Is it for this that I have given away

Mine ancient wisdom, and austere control?

Methinks my life is a twice-written scroll

Scrawled over on some boyish holiday

With idle songs for pipe and virelay,

Which do but mar the secret of the whole.

Surely there was a time I might have trod

The sunlit heights, and from life's dissonance

Struck one clear chord to reach the ears of God:

''Is that time dead? lo! with a little rod''

I did but touch the honey of romance—

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 at full length when speaking of or to the Prince or a member of the Prince’s family, and to his own father and elder brothers. For all other persons the title was Dono, used not with the family name, but with the na or given name. The lower classes use Sama more generally and have for it the contractions sa and tsa.

The favorite word for feeling unwell is yameru: ha ga yameta, atama ga yameta are the only expressions ever heard for ‘I have a tooth-ache,’ a head-ache, &c.’ It is written with the character for itameru 痛 not with that for yamai 病 as given in Dr. Hepburn’s Dictionary.

Amari is especially used in the two phrases amari ii meaning ‘with pleasure’ or simply ‘yes,’ and amari yokambéi ‘that will be the very thing.’

Nambu does duty both for ikutsu and ikura (how many, how much,) and nambu ka for sazo, as Nambu ka o kowakatta beish’! How tired you must be!

There are a few other words which are known, but not much used in Tôkiô, but which are specially affected by the Yonezawa people of all classes:

Oboko, for instance, is almost the only word for children of both sexes.

Samazama and Shuju which in Tôkiô are considered to belong to the book style, replace iro-iro with the meaning ‘various’ ‘all sorts of.’

Zôsa-nai is always used for ‘easy’ to the exclusion of ‘yasashii’ which is never heard.

Itamashii ‘deplorable,’ tawai-nai ‘senseless’ and shôshi ‘pitiful’ are all common; and a coolle makes believe to decline a second cup of saké with the phrase Ora fa o shôshi na!

Kusai (stinking) is used in the locution mi-kusai ‘ugly,’ ‘unpleasing to the sight,’ and sounds to Tôkiô ears singularly forcible and inelegant.

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 eve of quitting the district I threw together those facts which had from time to time come under my observation, in the belief that, to those who from a philological point of view are making a study of the Japanese language, no contribution of new material however humble can be totally devoid of interest. C. H. D. Tôkiô, March, 1875.

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that I love thy children, whose dull eyes

See nothing save their own unlovely woe,

Whose minds know nothing, nothing care to know,—

But that the roar of thy Democracies,

Thy reigns of Terror, thy great Anarchies,

Mirror my wildest passions like the sea

And give my rage a brother! Liberty!

For this sake only do thy dissonant cries

Delight my discreet soul, else might all kings

By bloody knout or treacherous cannonades

Rob nations of their rights inviolate

And I remain unmoved—and yet, and yet,

These Christs that die upon the barricades,

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 "I suppose so."

He went again to the window.

"Tough customers," he muttered, with a chuckle. "Known to the police, I fear. Well, well, I wish Brother Apache good hunting."

Olga Demiroff shook her head.

"If the American is the kind of man they say he is, it will take more than a couple of cowardly apaches to get the better of him." She paused. "I wonder"

"Well?"

"Nothing. Only twice this evening a man has passed along this street—a man with white hair."

"What of it?"

"This. As he passed those two men, he dropped his glove. One of them picked it up and returned it to him. A threadbare device."

"You mean—that the white-haired man is—their employer?"

"Something of the kind."

The Russian looked alarmed and uneasy.

"You are sure—the parcel is safe? It has not been tampered with? There has been too much talk much too much talk."

He gnawed his nails again.

"Judge for yourself."

She bent to the fireplace, deftly removing the coals. Underneath, from amongst the crumpled balls of newspaper, she selected from the very middle an oblong package wrapped round with grimy newspaper, and handed it to the man.

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 "The apartment has been searched twice. The mattress on my bed was ripped open."

"It is as I said," he muttered. "There has been too much talk. This haggling over the price—it was a mistake."

He had unwrapped the newspaper. Inside was a small brown paper parcel. This in turn he unwrapped, verified the contents, and quickly wrapped it up once more. As he did so, an electric bell rang sharply.

"The American is punctual," said Olga, with a glance at the clock.

She left the room. In a minute she returned ushering in a stranger, a big, broad-shouldered man whose transatlantic origin was evident. His keen glance went from one to the other.

"M. Krassnine?" he inquired politely.

"I am he," said Boris. "I must apologize for—for the unconventionality of this meeting-place. But secrecy is urgent. I—I cannot afford to be connected with this business in any way."

"Is that so?" said the American politely.

"I have your word, have I not, that no details of this transaction will be made public? That is one of the conditions of—sale."

The American nodded.

"That has already been agreed upon," he said indifferently. "Now, perhaps, you will produce the goods."

"You have the money—in notes?"

"Yes," replied the other.

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10 “You slew the man whose slayer you seek.”

“Measureless liar! You’ll not repeat with impunity that infamous charge.”

“Shall I tell you more to make you chafe the more?”

“All you like—’t will have no effect.”

“You have been living with your dearest kin most foully and knew it not.”

“Presumputous priest! Do you think you will say on and on and not smart for this?”

“Yes, if there’s strength in truth.”

“There is, except for you; but you are blind in ear and mind and eye.”

“And you a pitiful wretch to utter taunts that all will soon hurl back on you.”

“Are these treasons complotted and contrived by Creon, or are they your own?”

“Creon harms you not—you harm yourself alone.”

Œdipus then inveighs against wealth and sovereignty for the envy that goes with them—machinations, hollowness, treachery and all ruinous disorders. This power Thebes put into his hands unasked, and now his old and trusty friend Creon is seeking to overthrow him and gripe the general sway into his own hand by the merit of vile gold, by hiring a miserable charlatan, a scheming juggler, blind in his art, but open-eyed for gain, for glistening gold, the yellow slave that will knit and break religions.

“Come, why did you not guess the riddle of the Sphinx—it required a seer’s skill—instead of waiting for the ignorant Œdipus to come and by mother-wit alone, with no lore of birds, to make her mute?”

“Though you are king, I have the right of reply—I am not your servant, but Apollo’s. I am blind, you have taunted me with that—you can see, yet you see not in what woe you are, where you dwell, nor with whom you live. Know you


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SOPHOCLES. of whom you are? Your mother’s and father’s curse shall drive you from this land with eyes that now see the light then in darkness shrouded. Therefore calumniate Creon, reproach me for my message: for in all the world there is none that will be more miserably crushed than you.”

“Vengeance! Death! Confusion! Such words from him! Damnation seize you! Out of my sight! Hence! Avaunt! Back whence you came and rid me of your presence!”

“I had not come, had you not sent for me.”

“I knew not that you would talk so foolishly, or hardly would I have called you in.”

“I am—in your esteem—a fool; but to your parents wise.”

“Parents? Stay! Who are they? Who?”

“This day begets, this day destroys you.”

“How in riddles darkly-syllabled each point is glanced at.”

“Are not you most skilled in guessing riddles? I will go. Lead me, boy.”

“Aye, lead him. Your presence has been annoyance, your absence will please me much.”

“I will go, when I have spoken what I came to speak,—but not in fear of your frown; for you can never do me hurt. And I tell you that the man you have been seeking, he is here, in this place, passing for a foreigner, but in the end proved a Theban born, and he will not be pleased to find it out. Then sightless, though now endowed with sight, a beggar then, though now rich, with staff in hand he shall wander to a strange land. And he shall be found to be at once brother and father of his own sons, husband and son of her who bare him,—possessor of his father’s bed and shedder of his father’s blood. Go thou within and think on that, and if thou dost find that I have lied, deny henceforth that I possess the gift of prophecy.”

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12 seer’s utterance, yet the wise augur moved them; for he hath still been tried a holy man: his words have always been infallible. Nevertheless, they will wait till the word the seer has spoken against the opinion Thebes holds of his high name shall be verified. No prophet can be trusted if he prove false; but Œdipus was shown to be wise when the sphinx came against him of old; hence they will not adjudge him guilty.

Highly indignant to think that he must bear such blame, Creon enters just as Œdipus emerges from the palace. The latter sincerely believes that he has not been exempt from the envy of his kinsman’s swelling heart.

“Sirrah, have you the hardihood, you, the proved assassin of Laius, you, apprehended in the fact and act of wresting my crown from me,—to seek my house. Was it cowardice or folly you saw in me that prompted you to hatch this plot? The crown of Thebes is not to be sought by any by-paths and indirect crooked ways.”

After a warm altercation Creon avers that he has never had a thought of aspiring to be King, one who often feels a world of restless cares; he prefers his present position with its security and honor free from distress; the profits of the king’s dethronement would never be pregnant and potential spurs to such an action. If Œdipus does not believe him, let him go to Delphi and let the oracle rectify his knowledge, let him ask whether he brought back a true message from Apollo. Jocasta, Creon’s sister, comes forth just in time to overhear the high words, and inquires their cause. She urges the wranglers to forbear, to be ruled by her, and in the best consideration to check their hideous rashness.

“Whence arose this strife?”

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in this stormy Northern sea,

Queen of these restless fields of tide,

England! what shall men say of thee,

Before whose feet the worlds divide?

The earth, a brittle globe of glass,

Lies in the hollow of thy hand,

And through its heart of crystal pass,

Like shadows through a twilight land,

The spears of crimson-suited war,

The long white-crested waves of fight,

And all the deadly fires which are

The torches of the lords of Night.

The yellow leopards, strained and lean,

The treacherous Russian knows so well,

With gaping blackened jaws are seen

Leap through the hail of screaming shell.

The strong sea-lion of England's wars

Hath left his sapphire cave of sea,

To battle with the storm that mars

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 The brazen-throated clarion blows

Across the Pathan's reedy fen,

And the high steeps of Indian snows

Shake to the tread of armèd men.

And many an Afghan chief, who lies

Beneath his cool pomegranate-trees,

Clutches his sword in fierce surmise

When on the mountain-side he sees

The fleet-foot Marri scout, who comes

To tell how he hath heard afar

The measured roll of English drums

Beat at the gates of Kandahar.

For southern wind and east wind meet

Where, girt and crowned by sword and fire,

England with bare and bloody feet

Climbs the steep road of wide empire.

O lonely Himalayan height,

Grey pillar of the Indian sky,

Where saw'st thou last in clanging flight

Our wingèd dogs of Victory?

The almond-groves of Samarcand,

Bokhara, where red lilies blow,

And Oxus, by whose yellow sand

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The Adventure, after losing our company, had continued her course to the northward of us, between the latitudes of 50° and 54° south, experiencing very heavy gales from the westward during the whole time. On the 28th of February, being in about 122° of longitude west from Greenwich, Captain Furneaux thought it adviseable gradually to descend into the latitude of Diemen's Land, or the extremity of New Holland, discovered by Abel Janssen Tasman in November 1642. On the 9th of March he fell in with the S.W. part of this coast, and running along its southern extremity, came to an anchor on the 11th in the afternoon, in a bay on the east side, which he called Adventure Bay, and which is probably the same where Tasman lay at anchor, distinguished by the name of Frederick Henry Bay. The southern extremities of this coast consisted of large broken masses of barren and blackish rocks, resembling the extreme points of the African and American continents. The land round the bay rose in sandy hillocks, of which the innermost were covered with various sorts of trees, rather remote from each other, and without any brush-wood. They also found a lake of fresh water on the west side, covered with great flocks of wild-ducks and other aquatic fowls. Several islands in the offing to the N.E. along shore, were of a moderate height, and likewise covered with wood. Tasman probably took them for one great island, which in his charts


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 And on from thence to Ispahan,

The gilded garden of the sun,

Whence the long dusty caravan

Brings cedar wood and vermilion;

And that dread city of Cabool

Set at the mountain's scarpèd feet,

Whose marble tanks are ever full

With water for the noonday heat:

Where through the narrow straight Bazaar

A little maid Circassian

Is led, a present from the Czar

Unto some old and bearded khan,—

Here have our wild war-eagles flown,

And flapped wide wings in fiery fight;

But the sad dove, that sits alone

In England—she hath no delight.

In vain the laughing girl will lean

To greet her love with love-lit eyes:

Down in some treacherous black ravine,

Clutching his flag, the dead boy lies.

And many a moon and sun will see

The lingering wistful children wait

To climb upon their father's knee;

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 anyway, there's the mark of where the canoe rested agin the bank. No, this is the work of a right smart woodsman, and he's not left me one clue as to who he is. But I'm not through with him, mister. Such men as he needs catching. Let's boil the kettle."

We laid the dead man inside the shack, and then, coming out once more into the sunlight, sat down beside a fire which we built among the stones on the bank of the river. Here November made tea in true woods fashion, drawing all the strength and bitterness from the leaves by boiling them. I was wondering what he would do next, for it appeared that our chance of catching the murderer was infinitesimal, since he had left no clue save the mark on the bank where his canoe had rested among the reeds while he fired his deadly bullet. I put my thoughts into words.

"You're right," said November. "When a chap who's used to the woods life takes to crime, he's harder to lay hands on than a lynx in a alder patch."

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 stand," said I. "Why did not the murderer sink Lyon's body in the water? It would have been well hidden there."

The young woodsman pointed to the river, which foamed in low rapids about dark heads of rock.

"He could n't trust her; the current's sharp, and would put the dead man ashore as like as not," he replied. "And if he'd landed to carry it down to his canoe, he'd have left tracks. No, he's done his work to rights from his point of view."

I saw the force of the argument, and nodded.

"And more'n that, there's few people," he went on, "travel up and down this river. Lyon might 'a' laid in that clearing till he was a skeleton, but for the chance of that lumber-jack happening along."

"Then which way do you think the murderer has fled?"

"Can't say," said he, "and, anyhow, he's maybe eighty miles away by this."

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 Pale women who have lost their lord

Will kiss the relics of the slain—

Some tarnished epaulette—some sword—

Poor toys to soothe such anguished pain.

For not in quiet English fields

Are these, our brothers, lain to rest,

Where we might deck their broken shields

With all the flowers the dead love best.

For some are by the Delhi walls,

And many in the Afghan land,

And many where the Ganges falls

Through seven mouths of shifting sand.

And some in Russian waters lie,

And others in the seas which are

The portals to the East, or by

The wind-swept heights of Trafalgar.

O wandering graves! O restless sleep!

O silence of the sunless day!

O still ravine! O stormy deep!

Give up your prey! Give up your prey!

And thou whose wounds are never healed,

Whose weary race is never won,

O Cromwell's England! must thou yield

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] to set sail in less than six or seven months, and they assured us, that before that period it was not probable we should meet with any other opportunity of returning to our native country. The dysentery which I had caught among the marshes of Strait Bouton, made me apprehensive that a relapse would be produced by those of Batavia, where the exhalations are still more noxious. Besides, the situation of Batavia is so pernicious to Europeans, particularly during the first year of their abode there, that out of every hundred soldiers who arrive there from Europe, twenty-four generally die in the first year, and those who become somewhat accustomed to the climate, still remain in a languishing state of health. Other Europeans who have all the conveniencies of life at their command, do not die in so terrifying a proportion: but from the small allowance that was granted us as prisoners of war, we could not hope to be able to procure ourselves any thing beyond the mere necessaries of life.

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 Go! crown with thorns thy gold-crowned head,

Change thy glad song to song of pain;

Wind and wild wave have got thy dead,

And will not yield them back again.

Wave and wild wind and foreign shore

Possess the flower of English land—

Lips that thy lips shall kiss no more,

Hands that shall never clasp thy hand.

What profit now that we have bound

The whole round world with nets of gold,

If hidden in our heart is found

The care that groweth never old?

What profit that our galleys ride,

Pine-forest-like, on every main?

Ruin and wreck are at our side,

Grim warders of the House of pain.

Where are the brave, the strong, the fleet?

Where is our English chivalry?

Wild grasses are their burial-sheet,

And sobbing waves their threnody.

O loved ones lying far away,

What word of love can dead lips send!

O wasted dust! O senseless clay!

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 Rh pocket) “in radio-active-emanations which are already becoming” (we consulted our card again) “a household word”

The Professor raised his hand as if to check us.

“I would rather say,” he murmured, “helio-radio-active”

“So would we,” we admitted, “much rather”

“After all,” said the Great Scientist, “helium shares in the most intimate degree the properties of radium. So, too, for the matter of that,” he added in afterthought, “do thorium, and borium!”

“Even borium!” we exclaimed, delighted, and writing rapidly in our notebook. Already we saw ourselves writing up as our headline Borium Shares Properties of Thorium.

“Just what is it,” said the Great Scientist, “that you want to know?”

“Professor,” we answered, “what our journal wants is a plain and simple explanation, so clear that even our readers can understand it, of the new scientific discoveries in radium. We understand that you possess, more than any other man, the gift of clear and lucid thought”

The Professor nodded.

“And that you are able to express yourself with greater simplicity than any two men now lecturing.”

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 Peace, peace! we wrong the noble dead

To vex their solemn slumber so;

Though childless, and with thorn-crowned head,

Up the steep road must England go,

Yet when this fiery web is spun,

Her watchmen shall descry from far

The young Republic like a sun

Rise from these crimson seas of war. 31

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The Battle of the Wazzir

If ole Pharaoh, King of Egyp', 'ad been gazin' on the scene
 * 'E'd' ave give the A.I.F. a narsty name

When they done their little best to scrub 'is dirty Kingdom clean,
 * An' to shift 'is ancient 'eap uv sin an' shame.

An' I'm tippin' they'd 'ave phenyled 'im, an' rubbed it in 'is 'ead. But old Pharaoh, King uv Egyp', 'e is dead.

So yeh don't 'ear much about it; an' it isn't meant yeh should,
 * Since 'is Kingship wasn't there to go orf pop;

An' this mishunery effort fer to make the 'eathen good
 * Wus a contract that the fellers 'ad to drop.

There wus other pressin' matters, so they 'ad to chuck the fun, But the Battle uv the Wazzir took the bun.

Now, Ginger Mick 'e writes to me a long, ixcited note,
 * An' 'e writes it in a whisper, so to speak;

Fer I guess the Censor's shadder wus across 'im as 'e wrote,
 * An' 'e 'ad to bottle things that musn't leak.

So I ain't got orl the strength uv it; but sich as Ginger sends I rejooce to decent English fer me friends.

It wus part their native carelessness, an' part their native skite;
 * Fer they kids themselves they know the Devil well,

'Avin' met 'im, kind uv casu'l, on some wild Australian night-
 * Wine an' women at a secon'-rate 'otel.

But the Devil uv Australia 'e's a little woolly sheep To the devils wot the desert children keep.

So they mooches round the drink-shop's, an' the Wazzir took their eye,
 * An' they found old Pharoah's daughters pleasin' Janes;

An' they wouldn't be Australian 'less they give the game a fly. ..
 * An' Egyp' smiled an' totted up 'is gains.

'E doped their drinks, an' breathed on them 'is aged evil breath. . . An' more than one woke up to long fer death.

When they wandered frum the newest an' the cleanest land on earth,
 * An' the filth uv ages met 'em, it wus 'ard.

Fer there may be sin an' sorrer in the country uv their birth;
 * But the dirt uv cenchuries ain't in the yard.

They wus children, playin' wiv an asp, an' never fearin' it, An' they took it very sore when they wus bit.

First, they took the tales fer furphies.. when they got around the camp,
 * Uv a cove done in fer life wiv one night's jag,

But when the yarns grew 'ot an' strong an' bore the 'all-mark stamp
 * Uv dinkum oil, they waved the danger flag.

An' the shudder that a clean man feels when 'e's su'prized wiv dirt Gripped orl the camp reel solid; an' it 'urt.

There wus Bill from up the Billabong, 'oo's dearest love wus cow,
 * An' 'oo lived an' thought an' fought an' acted clean.

'E wus lately frum 'is mother wiv 'er kiss wet on 'is brow;
 * But they snared 'im in, an' did 'im up reel mean.

Fer young Bill, wus gone a million, an' 'e never guessed the game. . . For 'e's down in livin' 'ell, an' marked fer sbame.

An' Bill wus only one uv 'em to fall to Eastern sin
 * Ev'ry comp'ny 'ad a rotten tale to tell,

An' there must be somethin' doin' when the strength uv it sunk in
 * To a crowd that ain't afraid to clean up 'ell.

They wus game to take a gamble; but this dirt dealt to a mate- Well, it riled 'em; an' they didn't 'esitate.

'Ave 'yeh seen a crowd uv fellers takin' chances 'on a game,
 * Crackin' 'ard while they thought it on the square?

'Ave yeh 'eard their owl uv anguish when they tumbled to the same,
 * 'Avin' found they wus the victums uv a snare?

It wus jist that sort uv anger when they fell to Egyp's stunt; An', remember, they wus trainin' fer the front.

I 'ave notions uv the Wazzir. It's as old as Pharaoh's tomb;
 * It's as cunnin' as the oldest imp in 'ell;

An' the game it plays uv lurin' blokes, wiv love-songs, to their doom
 * Wus begun when first a tart 'ad smiles to sell.

An' it stood there thro' the ages; an' it might be standin' still If it 'adn't bumped a clean cove, name o' Bill.

An' they done it like they done it when a word went to the push
 * That a nark 'oo'd crooled a pal wus run to ground.

They done it like they done it when the blokes out in the bush
 * Passed a telegraft that cops wus nosin' round.

There wus no one rung a fire-bell, but the tip wus passed about; An' they fixed a night to clean the Wazzir out.

Yes, I've notions uv the Wazzir. It's been pilin' up its dirt
 * Since it mated wiv the Devil in year One,

An' spawned a brood uv evil things to do a man a 'urt
 * Since the lurk uv snarin' innercents begun.

But it's sweeter an' it's cleaner since one wild an' woolly night When the little A.I.F. put up a fight.

Now, it started wiv some 'orseplay. If the 'eads 'ad seen the look,
 * Dead in earnest, that wus underneath the fun,

They'd 'ave tumbled there wus somethin' that wus more than commin crook,
 * An' 'ave stopped the game before it 'arf begun.

But the fellers larfed like school-boys, tbo' they orl wus more than narked, An' they 'ad the 'ouses well an' truly marked.

Frum a little crazy balkiney that clawed agin a wall
 * A chair come crasbin' down into the street;

Then a woman's frightened screamin' give the sign to bounce the ball,
 * An' there came a sudden rush uv soljers' feet.

There's a glimpse uv frightened faces as a door caved in an' fell; An' the Wazzir wus a 'owlin' screamin' 'ell.

Frum a winder 'igh above 'em there's a bloke near seven feet,
 * Waves a bit uv naked Egyp' in the air.

An' there's squealin' an' there's shriekin' as they chased 'em down the street,
 * When they dug 'em out like rabbits frum their lair.

Then down into the roadway gaudy 'ouse'old gods comes fast, An' the Wazzir's Great Spring Cleanin' starts at last.

Frum the winders came pianners an' some giddy duchess pairs;
 * An' they piled 'em on the roadway in the mire,

An' 'eaped 'em 'igh wiv fal-de-rals an' pretty parlor chairs,
 * Which they started in to purify wiv fire.

Then the Redcaps come to argue, but they jist amused the mob; Fer the scavengers wus warmin' to their job.

When the fire-reels come to quell 'em-'struth! they 'ad no bloomin' 'ope;
 * Fer they cut the 'ose to ribbons in a jiff;

An' they called u'pon the drink-shops an' poured out their rotten dope,
 * While the nigs 'oo didn't run wus frightened stiff.

An' when orb wus done an' over, an' they wearied uv the strife, That old Wazzir'd 'ad the scourin' uv its life.

Now, old Gin er ain't quite candid; 'e don't say where 'e came in;
 * But 'e mentions that'e don't get no C.B.,

An' 'e's 'ad some pretty practice dodgin' punishment fer sin
 * Down in Spadger's since 'is early infancy.

So I guess, if they went after 'im, they found 'im snug in bed. Fer old Ginger 'as a reel tactician's 'ead.

An' 'e sez that when 'e wandered down the Wazzir later on
 * It wus like a 'ome where 'oliness reposed;

Fer its sinfulness wus 'idden, an' its brazenness wus gone,
 * An' its doors, wiv proper modesty, wus closed.

If a 'ead looked out a winder, as they passed, it quick drew in; Fer the Wazzir wus a wowser, scared from sin.

If old Pharaoh, King uv Egyp', 'e 'ad lived to see the day
 * When they tidied up 'is 'eap uv shame an' sin,

Well, 'e mighter took it narsty, fer our fellers 'ave a way
 * Uv completin' any job that they begin.

An' they might 'ave left 'is Kingship nursin' gravel-rash in bed. . . But old Pharaoh, King uv Egyp', 'e is dead.

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 it. After a moment's hesitation, Krassnine gestured towards the small parcel on the table.

The American took it up and unrolled the wrapping paper. The contents he took over to a small electric lamp and submitted them to a very thorough examination. Satisfied, he drew from his pocket a thick leather wallet and extracted from it a wad of notes. These he handed to the Russian, who counted them carefully.

"All right?"

"I thank you, Monsieur. Everything is correct."

"Ah!" said the other. He slipped the brown paper parcel negligently into his pocket. He bowed to Olga. "Good evening, Mademoiselle. Good evening, M. Krassnine."

He went out, shutting the door behind him. The eyes of the two in the room met. The man passed his tongue over his dry lips.

"I wonder—will he ever get back to his hotel?" he muttered.

By common accord, they both turned to the window. They were just in time to see the American emerge into the street below. He turned to the left and marched along at a good pace without once turning his head. Two shadows stole from a doorway and followed noiselessly. Pursuers and pursued vanished into the night. Olga Demiroff spoke.

"He will get back safely," she said. "You need not fear—or hope—whichever it is."

"Why do you think he will be safe?" asked Krassnine curiously.

"A man who has made as much money as he has


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 Rh The Professor nodded again.

“Now, then,” we said, spreading our notes on our knee, “go at it. Tell us, and, through us, tell a quarter of a million anxious readers just what all these new discoveries are about.”

“The whole thing,” said the Professor, warming up to his work as he perceived from the motions of our face and ears our intelligent interest, “is simplicity itself. I can give it to you in a word”

“That’s it,” we said. “Give it to us that way.”

“It amounts, if one may boil it down into a phrase”

“Boil it, boil it,” we interrupted.

“Amounts, if one takes the mere gist of it”

“Take it,” we said, “take it.”

“Amounts to the resolution of the ultimate atom.”

“Ha!” we exclaimed.

“I must ask you first to clear your mind,” the Professor continued, “of all conception of ponderable magnitude.”

We nodded. We had already cleared our mind of this.

“In fact,” added the Professor, with what we thought a quiet note of warning in his voice, “I need hardly tell you that what we

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SOPHOCLES. Œdipus allay his fire of passion with the sap of reason and listen to her; an oracle came from Delphi once declaring that the child born of Laius and herself should slay his father; but when the babe was only three days old, it was exposed on a bleak mountainside. So the oracle was not fulfilled—the babe did not slay its father, nor did Laius die by the hand of his child; for, according to report, the king was murdered by robbers at three crossways. Mention of this spot startles Œdipus. He asks for more specific information and learns that it was in the land of Phocis where roads from Delphi and from Daulia meet.

“How long ago?”

“Just before you ascended the throne.”

“O Zeus! What hast thou planned to do to me?—What was the man like?”

“Tall, his hair just turning gray, in form not unlike you.”

“Unhappy man that I am! I imprecated curses on myself and knew it not.”

“What is the matter? Œdipus, my lord, you startle me!”

“My mind misgives. ‘Teiresias after all, I fear, is not blind. But tell me this, Did he set forth with few, or many, in royal state?”

“Five in all, one a herald, and Laius in a carriage.”

“God in heaven! ’Tis plain—But who reported the occurrence?”

“A slave, the sole survivor.”

“Is he here?”

‘‘No, for when he came and found you crowned king, he besought me to send him to the pastures, to tend the flocks, as far from town as possible. He deserved even a greater reward for a favor he once did.”

“I would see him.”

“He can easily be brought back. But what good will it do?”


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I think thy spirit hath passed away

From these white cliffs and high-embattled towers;

This gorgeous fiery-coloured world of ours

Seems fallen into ashes dull and grey,

And the age changed unto a mimic play

Wherein we waste our else too-crowded hours:

For all our pomp and pageantry and powers

We are but fit to delve the common clay,

Seeing this little isle on which we stand,

This England, this sea-lion of the sea,

By ignorant demagogues is held in fee,

Who love her not: Dear God! is this the land

Which bare a triple empire in her hand

When Cromwell spake the word Democracy! 32

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14 “I fear I have said too much already and—I want to see him.”

“I will send for him. But surely I too have a right to know what troubles you.”

And willingly shall I tell you all. In whom else should I confide?

My father was Polybus of Corinth, my mother Merope, a Dorian. I was held second to none among the citizens, till one day, at a banquet, a fellow who had drunk much wine said that I was not my father’s son. I contained myself that day, but on the morrow I questioned my parents. They were angry at the man who had uttered the reproach; but it ever haunted me—for the whisper of it went abroad—and, unknown to them, I went to Delphi and asked Apollo, who answered not my query, but dismissed me with words of woe and terror, saying that it was my fate to mate with my own mother, bring into the world progeny that men would loathe to look upon, and murder him who was the author of my being. I turned, avoiding Corinth, and went where you say the king was slain. There I met a herald, and a man in a carriage drawn by colts. They tried to force me from the road. Furious, I struck the driver; but the old man watching his opportunity, as I passed, fetched me a blow with his double goad upon the head. But dearly did he pay for his rashness. A swift, sure blow from this right arm rolled him out of the car upon his back. Then I slew all. Now, if he was related to Laius, was ever man more wretched? Who could be more accurst?—received in no home, no man to speak to me—and to think that not another, but I myself laid this curse upon myself—and I must defile the dead man’s wife by the very hands that slew her lord. Do you not see that I am all vile? Am I not utterly polluted?—banished, never to see my own again, never set foot on my native soil, or else wed my mother and kill my father, Polybus. Oh! Great heaven! No! May I never see that day, but vanish from the sight of men before I meet with such an awful doom!


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1901.

3.—(1.) In every Act the word "commencement," when used with reference to an Act, shall mean the time at which the Act comes into operation.

(2.) Where an Act, or any instrument (including any rules regulations or by-laws) made granted or issued under a power conferred by an Act, is expressed to come into operation on a particular day, it shall come into operation immediately on the expiration of the last preceding day.

4. When an Act is not to come into operation immediately on the passing thereof, and confers power to make any appointment, to make grant or issue any instrument (including any rules regulations or by-laws), to give notices, to prescribe forms, or to do any other thing for the purposes of the Act, that power may, unless the contrary intention appears, be exercised at any time after the passing of the Act for the purpose of bringing the Act into operation at the commencement thereof.

Provided that any instrument made under the power shall not, unless the contrary intention appears in the Act or the contrary is necessary for bringing the Act into operation, come into operation until the Act comes into operation.

5.—(1.) Every Act to which the Royal assent is given by the Governor-General for and on behalf of the King shall come into operation on the day on which such Act receives the Royal assent, unless the contrary intention appears in such Act.

(2.) Every Act reserved for the signification of the King's pleasure thereon shall come into operation on the day on which His Majesty's assent is proclaimed in the Gazette by the Governor-General, unless the contrary intention appears in such Act.

6. The date appearing on the copy of an Act printed by the Government Printer, and purporting to be the date on which the Governor-General assented thereto, or made known the King's assent, shall be evidence that such date was the date on which the Governor-General so assented or made known the King's assent, and shall be judicially noticed.

7. The repeal of an Act or part thereof by which a previous Act or part thereof was repealed shall not have the effect of reviving such last-mentioned Act or part thereof without express words.

8. Where an Act repeals in the whole or in part a former Act, then unless the contrary intention appears the repeal shall not—

 * (a) revive anything not in force or existing at the time at which

 * (b) affect the previous operation of any Act so repealed, or anything duly done or suffered under any Act so repealed; or

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SOPHOCLES. Jocasta reassures Œdipus. The herdsman cannot retract the tale he has told of the massacre. Besides, Apollo predicted the death of Laius at her child’s hands. So far as prophecy is concerned, she would not turn to the right or the left. But the queen’s mind changes later. Her misgivings prompt her to provide herself with suppliant branches and incense and to visit the altars—she begins to fear that naught can be avoided whose end is purposed by the mighty gods.

A messenger enters and inquires for the sovereign. He brings good news to the house and to its lord: Polybus is dead, and the people will crown Œdipus king of Corinth. Jocasta exclaims, as the king emerges from the palace: “Listen to this man, and then say whether oracles can be believed.” The message is repeated, and Œdipus feels relieved,—his alarm had misled him. Now he has no cause to fear—except that his mother Merope is still living. He will not return to Corinth; while she lives, he cannot hope for peace. The Corinthian eases his mind by telling him a secret: Polybus and Merope were not his parents, for he, the messenger, had received Œdipus when a babe from the hands of a herdsman in the winding glens of Cithæron, his ankles transfixed with spikes,—hence his name, Œdipus (Swellfoot). That shepherd was one of Laius’ men. The chorus surmise that it must have been the man for whom the queen has sent. The queen urges the king to pay no attention to the matter: but Œdipus is now bent on knowing his origin; and he suspects that Jocasta fears that, if the secret is revealed, he will be proven baseborn. The queen prays that he may never find out who he is. This irritates Œdipus beyond measure, and he gives peremptory orders for the herdsman to be brought.

“Let her glory in her wealth and pedigree.”

Jocasta exclaims: “Unhappy man! ’T is the last I shall ever say, and nothing ever more.”

She rushes into the house, and the shepherd, who is now


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 "What could I have replied to the declaration of that woman in my situation? I was silent; and having taken a firm resolution to conceal all my ideas, I dissembled to rely implicitly on the candour of my pretended deliverers. It was but too evident in whose power I was; and what I had heard of that society on my wedding-day forced itself with additional strength on my recollection. Though I could not unfold the real purport of that incident, yet it was sufficient to ascertain to me the truth of my suspicions. If, therefore, it was possible to extricate myself from their snares, no other expedient was left than to pay them in their own coin, and to attempt to outwit them by a dissimulation superior to theirs. I began, therefore, to pretend being more susceptible of the ideas which they endeavoured to instil into my mind, and returned gradually from my gloomy reveries. I was, indeed, partial to solitude; however, it appeared to them to be favourable to their secret de-

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of Austerlitz! where were thy wings

When far away upon a barbarous strand,

In fight unequal, by an obscure hand,

Fell the last scion of thy brood of Kings!

Poor boy! thou shalt not flaunt thy cloak of red,

Or ride in state through Paris in the van

Of thy returning legions, but instead

Thy mother France, free and republican,

Shall on thy dead and crownless forehead place

The better laurels of a soldier's crown,

That not dishonoured should thy soul go down

To tell the mighty Sire of thy race

That France hath kissed the mouth of Liberty,

And found it sweeter than his honied bees,

And that the giant wave Democracy

Breaks on the shores where Kings lay crouched at ease. 33

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 federal statutes and regulations governing the Food Stamp Act.

Failure to comply strictly with the terms of this Order may result in a finding of contempt against the violating parties. Other courts have imposed severe and burdensome penalties in contempt cases involving deprivation of welfare recipients’ rights. See, e.g. Smith v. Miller, 665 F.2d 172 (7th Cir.1981) in which a Court of Appeals upheld district court order that applications not timely granted or denied be automatically approved and Fortin v. Commissioner of Massachusetts Department of Public Welfare, 692 F.2d 790 (1st Cir.1982) in which a Court of Appeals upheld district court order requiring State Department of Public Welfare to pay $100.00 fine to each eligible applicant whose eligibility determination is delayed up to 30 days and an additional $100.00 for every 60-day period of delay thereafter. The defendants are granted a 120-day period during which to implement the terms of this Order. Thereafter, this Court will entertain Petitions for Civil Contempt if it is established that the defendants have violated this Order.


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22 to his adopted Argos, but fall by the hand of the man who robbed him of his heritage. Polyneices begs his sisters to see that his corpse is given burial, if his father’s imprecations should be fulfilled.

In the Seven Against Thebes of Æschylus, Polyneices with his army has arrived. Many thousand warlike Argives are embattailed and ranked before the gates. Of the seven chiefs selected to stand against the seven Argive leaders, Eteocles is matched with his brother. The chorus sings of the impending conflict which will spill fratricidal blood upon the dust of Earth, and of the curses of wrath which the father had launched against his sons for their unfilial acts towards him. A scout enters to announce that the realm is saved, but that the princes are dead, slain by each other’s hand. It is here that Sophocles, in his Antigone, takes up the thread of the story.


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16 brought forward, is recognized by both the chorus and by the Corinthian. The king makes inquiry. The messenger aids the old shepherd’s memory:

“You gave me a child to bring up as my own—that babe and this man is the same.”

“Damnation! keep your mouth shut!”

Œdipus is obliged to threaten to resort to rigorous measures before the old man consents to tell the whole story:

“I gave it.”

“Whose was it? Your own?”

“Beseech your Highness, no, another’s,—for Heaven’s sake, ask no more!”

“You ’re lost, if I have to ask again.”

“I got it from Laius’ house.”

“A slave's?”

“The next is the dread word for me to say.”

“And for me to hear,—but it must be heard.”

“Well, yes, it was said to be his. She could tell you best.”

“Did she give it to you?”

“Yes.”

“For what?”

“To kill.”

“Her own child?”

“Because she was afraid of the prophecies.”

“What prophecies?”

“That he would kill his father.”

“Oh! Oh! All true! O Light, never will I look on thee again! Born accurst, living sinfully with those I should not, and murderer of my sire!”

Œdipus is resolved to know the truth at any cost; heroically he sets at naught his own anguish of heart. Jocasta realizes that she can live no longer. She alone discerns the whole truth; she alone realizes that the awful dénouement is coming; and for dramatic skill and power hardly any drama


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Rh Lord Henry looked across the table. "Dorian is never annoyed with me," he answered. "I asked the question for the best reason possible, for the only reason, indeed, that excuses one for asking any question—simple curiosity. I have a theory that it is always the women who propose to us, and not we who propose to the women. Except, of course, in middle-class life. But then the middle classes are not modern."

Dorian Gray laughed, and tossed his head. "You are quite incorrigible, Harry; but I don't mind. It is impossible to be angry with you. When you see Sibyl Vane you will feel that the man who could wrong her would be a beast, a beast without a heart. I cannot understand how any one can wish to shame the thing he loves. I love Sibyl Vane. I want to place her on a pedestal of gold, and to see the world worship the woman who is mine. What is marriage? An irrevocable vow. You mock at it for that. Ah! don't mock. It is an irrevocable vow that I want to take. Her trust makes me faithful, her belief makes me good. When I am with her, I regret all that you have taught me. I become different from what you have known me to be. I am changed, and the mere touch of Sibyl Vane's hand makes me forget you and all your wrong, fascinating, poisonous, delightful theories."

"And those are ...?" asked Lord Henry, helping himself to some salad.


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 ers. The heads should be cut for use or sale as soon as they have reached their full size and before the buds begin to uncurl, as this spoils both the appearance and quality of this, the finest and most delicately flavored of the cabbage family.

—This is the best strain for general use; there are usually two or more grades of this offered in seed catalogues, but the best

should always be purchased, even if you can only buy a single packet; by taking extra care of it you can make every seed count. This variety is quite early, has short stems, and makes good-sized heads of the best quality.

—This variety is quite early and makes fine large heads, of handsome appearance.


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 signs upon me; and the more the result of my contemplations seemed to make me uneasy, the less mistrust against their secret endeavours to encrease those distressing doubts did I display. I submitted, with an unaffected reluctance, more and more, to their attempts at diverting my mind, and to their exertions to restore me to happiness, as they pretended, and to return me to my family with an easier heart. A cheerful gaiety, which I kept in proper bounds, and strove to render as natural as possible, by an imposing varnish of truth, confirmed them in their belief of having gained upon my credulity; and I began to hope that I should find a favourable moment to give them the slip. I was not anxious to know the external circumstances of the confederates, thinking myself sufficiently happy if I could but escape their baneful breath.

"Mean time a number of fine ladies and gentlemen gathered around me. I was invited to accompany them on a noc-

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SOPHOCLES. in the ancient and modern world contains anything so fine as her exit.

''After the choral song a second messenger enters. He comes from the palace''.

Oh what sights, what deeds, what grief! Neither the Phasis nor the Ister could wash this dwelling clean. Jocasta’s dead!—No sooner entered than she rushed straight to her bridal bed, clutching her hair in both hands, and began to call on Laius, bewailing the fate that brought about the procreation of a son that was to slay his sire and she a widow left only to bear seed to her own son,—bemoaning the bed where she bore husband to husband and son to son. Then in burst Œdipus with such a shriek that we could not watch her anguish to the end. To and fro he rushed and begged us for a sword, and calling on his wife who was no wife, but a field tilled for both his children and himself. Some god above showed her to him, not we, and with a wild and dreadful cry he sprang toward the door, forced the bolts from their sockets, and rushed into the room. There he saw his wife hanging in a noose of twisted cords. With a great cry of woe he loosed the knot and laid her on the floor. Then there was an awful sight to see. From her vesture he tore the brooches of beaten gold, raised them on high and drove them full into his own eyeballs, as he shouted, “No more shall you behold all the wrongs I suffered, all I wrought, but in darkness see what should not be seen, and know not whom I longed to know!” Not once, but many times he smote, and at each blow bedewed his beard—not a drizzling ooze but a dark shower of blood fell from his eyes unceasingly. He cries now for some one to fling the doors wide open and show to all the Thebans the father’s murderer, the mother’s—too foul for utterance—declaring that he will cast himself out and no more abide in Thebes, to his house a curse self-accurst. Look! the gates are opening. Soon will you behold a spectacle that even he who loathes must pity.


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, dost thou live indeed? or are thy bones

Still straitened in their rock-hewn sepulchre?

And was thy Rising only dreamed by Her

Whose love of thee for all her sin atones?

For here the air is horrid with men's groans,

The priests who call upon thy name are slain,

Dost thou not hear the bitter wail of pain

From those whose children lie upon the stones?

Come down, O Son of God! incestuous gloom

Curtains the land, and through the starless night

Over thy Cross a Crescent moon I see!

If thou in very truth didst burst the tomb

Come down, O Son of Man! and show thy might,

Lest Mahomet be crowned instead of Thee! 34

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 fine grained, of deep orange color and superior quality. The roots do not penetrate deeply, and the top is small, which allows of their being planted quite closely.

—The earliest variety; the roots are round, turnip shaped,

of small size, deep color, and the quality is of the best.

—This variety is of large size, the roots being seven to eight inches in length and three to four inches in diameter at the top; it tapers


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 Shapiro Spiegel Garfunkel Rubin & Driggin, New York City (Nathan Shapiro and Lawrence Florio, of counsel), for plaintiffs.

Coudert Bros., New York City (Michael J. Calvey and R. David Jacobs, of counsel), for defendants.

SPRIZZO, District Judge:

Plaintiffs International Film Exchange, Ltd. (“IFEX”) and others brought an action seeking damages for copyright


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Rh propagated itself without newspapers, almost without books, by the spoke word; and in less than two centuries it extended to the most distant lands, and in those lands it penetrated to the deepest strata.

Let us draw the conclusion that the advancement of humanity is not so entirely bound up with particular conditions, that it cannot be effected without them. What is right always ends by coming to pass. Whatever admiration wwe feel for the marvellous discoveries which have transformed our existence, let us not forget that, strictly speaking, they can be dispensed with, that men lived for long without them, and that, without them, they often arrived at the same results to which they lead us to-day. By diverse roads the world advances towards the goal assigned to it, and nothing prevents its attainment. In one way or another, sometimes a little more slowly, sometimes a little faster, it always accomplishes its destinies:


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18 As the musicians play an overture, Œdipus comes forth.

Woe is me! Alas! Wretched, wretched! Where am I moving now? Oh!

Destiny, what a leap on me!

Awful, unbearable, unspeakable!

O darkness unaidable enshrouding me, irresistible, unutterable, horrible. Woe is me! and woe again! Oh how my soul is pierced by the stings and the pangs of the sorrows I never can forget!

Yea, small wonder if you moan the twofold anguish now.

Oh, my friends, you are still loyal and true, patiently caring for the poor blind man. You are there, I know it well, for I hear your voice despite the darkness of these eyes.

O horrible deed! How could you blot out the vision of your eyes? Prompted by what power above?

Apollo, my friends, Apollo it was that brought upon me this terrible, horrible sorrow. But no other hand struck the blow save mine alone. Why should I see when there was nothing sweet for me to see?

Too true—even as you say.

What, pray, was I to look upon, to care for, or to listen to with pleasure now? Take me out of the land as quickly as you can, O my friends, take me, the damned, disgraced, accurst, and hatefullest of all mortals to God.

Wretched both for thy fortune and for thy feeling. Would God that I had never known thee!

Curses on the man, whoever he was, that loosed the cruel fetters on my feet and delivered me and kept me back from death! I thank him not. No! For if I had died then, I would not now be such a burden of woe to myself and to my friends.

I too wish that that had been.


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 Golden Heart is one of the best varieties; the stalks are very thick and solid, fine flavored, and blanch to a fine white, excepting the centre, which is of a fine golden yellow.

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 just the right condition; that is, when the skin of the grain breaks at the slightest puncture, and plantings should be made frequently enough always to have a supply at this stage. The quality is inferior if it is a few days too old or too young. In raising cucumbers care should be taken to procure seed that is perfectly pure, as it mixes readily with other varieties and deteriorates rapidly. The seed should be planted in hills, prepared in the manner described for cantaloupes, three feet apart in the row, and the rows 4½ to 5 feet apart. If there is not enough compost at hand to manure them, as directed in the manner of making them, the hills can be raked up a few inches above the surface and the young plants allowed to feed on the general dressing which has been applied to the whole garden; the elevation serving to give the young plants a better start than on the level surface. While the cucumber is a lover of heat and moisture, it is apt to damp off in its early stages if it should be cold and wet; the hills tending to lift the young plants up into a drier and warmer soil. A liberal quantity of seed should be sown in each hill, say twenty to forty seeds, that there may be enough young plants to survive the depredations of the striped cucumber bug and of the borers. The young plants should be dusted every few mornings with ashes, plaster or slug shot, to destroy these pests, and as soon as the plants are sufficiently large to take care of themselves they should


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 be thinned out to only three or four plants in a hill. The first planting should not be made before the middle of May, for they will not stand cold. The cucumbers should be picked as soon as they attain sufficient size and before the seeds become developed or hard; this should be done every morning while it is still cool, and the cucumbers placed in a cool collar. The very best way is to put them in the water in a cool spring-house; there is no place where melons, squashes and cucumbers retain their freshness and crisp, fine flavor so fully as in such a spring. If the picking is carefully attended to and all the fruit picked off as soon as large enough, the vines will continue to grow and bear all summer, especially if they are in a rather shady situation, such as among the sweet corn. A few fine specimens may be allowed to ripen for seed, but if many are left the vines will dry up and die as soon as they have ripened a crop. Where a quantity of small pickles are wanted, the best way is to make a planting about the first week in August or latter part of July. These will produce. large quantities if the ground is rich, and will continue to bear until killed by frost. Like the summer crop, they should be picked every day or two, and as soon as they are of the size desired, as they will bear a great many more if not allowed to grow large; also the smaller the pickle the more attractive it is, and the more readily it sells.


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 become hard, as it soon loses its fine quality when it begins to ripen. The plants will also continue longer in bearing if this course is pursued, as it takes greatly from the strength of any plant to ripen its seed. When there is danger of frost in the fall all the fruits large enough to use, from the size of an egg up, should be picked off and stored in the cellar, as they will remain fresh and fit for use for over a month at

this cool season of the year; by so doing I have frequently enjoyed this fine fruit long after it has disappeared from the tables of my neighbors.

The hills for the plants should be about two feet apart in the row, and the rows four feet apart. Three dozen plants, which will occupy hardly a third of one of our kitchen garden rows, will


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 them on a fine wire or thread and suspend them to the rafters of a cool loft or garret until wanted for use. The culture of this vegetable is very simple, as

the seeds are planted in drills about two inches deep, and the after treatment is the same as for corn. In raising onions in quantities the practice of late years has been to grow the crop from seed in one season, instead of the method formerly almost universally practiced in this section, of raising and keeping over sets to form the next year’s crop. This latter