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 you go back then, too? Say, you fix it up to go back then, and I’ll go home and see Hank about it and then I’ll come over. Josh’ll want to come too, most likely, and you’ll know where the places are. Can’t you do that?”

“I guess I could,” he answered slowly. “Only—”

“Only what?”

“Nothing,” he said at last.

“Well, you fix it up to go, then. I’ll give you my address, and you can write me when to start and where to meet you I guess I couldn’t go over on the same boat you'll be on, could I?”

“I’m afraid not,” he answered.

“Well, it'll be all right, anyway. Gee, David, I wish we could go to-morrow, don’t you? I wonder if they let people swim in that lake? But I don’t know, maybe it’s nicer to be away up there where you were, looking down at it. Next summer ” her unseeing eyes rested on his brown busy head while her spirit lay on its belly above Maggiore, watching little white boats no bigger than water beetles, and the lonely arrogant eagles aloft in blue sunshot space surrounded and enclosed by mountains cloud brooded, taller than God.

David dried his pots and pans and hung them along the bulkhead in a burnished row. He washed out his dishcloths and hung them to dry upon the wall. The niece watched him.

“It’s too bad you have to work all the time,” she said with polite regret.

“I’m all done, now.”

“Let’s go swimming, then. It ought to be good now. I’ve just been waiting for somebody to go in with me.”

“I can’t,” he answered. “I’ve got a little more work I better do now.”

“I thought you were through. Will it take you very long? If it won’t, let’s go in then: I’ll wait for you.”

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 “Well, you see, I don’t go in during the day. I go in early in the morning, before you are up.”

“Say, I hadn’t thought of that. I bet it’s fine then, isn’t it? How about calling me in the morning, when you are ready to go in? Will you?” He hesitated again and she added, watching him with her sober opaque eyes, “Is it because you don’t like to go swimming with girls? That’s all right: I won’t bother you. I swim pretty well. You won’t have to keep me from drowning.”

“It ain’t that,” he answered lamely. “You see, I—I haven’t got a bathing suit,” he blurted.

“Oh, is that all? I’ll get my brother’s for you. It'll be kind of tight, but I guess you can wear it. I’ll get it for you now, if you'll go in.”

“I can’t,” he repeated. “I’ve still got some cleaning up to do.”

“Well—” She got to her feet. “If you won’t, then. But in the morning? you promised, you know.”

“All right,” he agreed.

“I’ll try to be awake. But you just knock on the door—the second door on the right of the passage, you know.” She turned on her silent bare feet. She paused again. “Don’t forget you promised,” she called back. Then her flat boy’s body was gone, and David turned again to his work.

The niece went on up the deck and turned the corner of the deckhouse on her silent feet just in time to see Jenny rout and disperse an attack by Mr. Talliaferro. She stepped back beyond the corner, unseen.

Boldness. But Fairchild had said you can’t be bold with words. How, then, to be bold? To try to do anything without words, it seemed to him, was like trying to grow grain

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 "And then you saw what had happened," volunteered Poirot. “Très bien. I think I know all I want to know."

"I hope, Monsieur le Commissaire, it is not that I have been guilty of any negligence," said the man piteously. "Such an affair to happen on the Blue Train! It is horrible."

"Console yourself," said the Commissary. "Everything will be done to keep the affair as quiet as possible, if only in the interests of justice. I cannot think you have been guilty of any negligence."

"And Monsieur le Commissaire will report as much to the Company?"

"But certainly, but certainly," said M. Caux impatiently. "That will do now."

The conductor withdrew.

"According to the medical evidence," said the Commissary, "the lady was probably dead before the train reached Lyons. Who then was the murderer? From Mademoiselle’s story, it seems clear that somewhere on her journey she was to meet this man of whom she spoke. Her action in getting rid of the maid seems significant. Did the man join the train at Paris, and did she conceal him in the adjoining compartment? If so, they may have quarrelled, and he may have killed herin a fit of rage. That is one possibility. The other, and the more likely to my mind, is that her assailant was a train robber travelling on the train; that he stole along the corridor unseen by the conductor, killed her, and went off with the red morocco case, which doubtless contained jewels of some value. In all probability he


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 (:Here Chelc̄icky̍ begins a new section. In the preceding chapters he analyzed the evils of the temporal power. In the following chapters he will look closer to the evils of the Church of Rome.:)

The things which we have said heretofore are a laughing matter and a blasphemy and a cause of anger to the great men of the Church of Rome

The Church of Rome intoxicated as it is by poison, wants to lead wars, to squeeze blood out of men, and to render evil for evil; for all this it needs the strong secular power.

(:It misinterprets the Scriptures in order to justify its warfare. They Church misinterprets even the answer which St. John gave to the soldiers who asked him, "What shall we do?" "Rob no one by violence or by false accusation, and be content with your wages." The next chapters will deal with the interpretation of this text.:) Luke 3:14. 168*

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50 THE FOUR GOSPELS. be the Son of God, command that these stones become bread.

4. Who answering, said: It is written: Not on bread alone doth man live, but on every word that proceedeth from the mouth of God!

5. Then the devil took Him up into the holy city, and set Him upon the pinnacle of the temple.

6. And said to Him: If Thou be the Son of God, cast thyself down; for it is written: “That He hath given His angels charge over Thee, and in their hands they shall

1 The tempter suspected that Chriet was the Son of God in a high and peculiar sense, without thinking. perhaps, of His divinity, which was “a mystery hidden from ages and generations.” Col. i, 26.

 * “Say: " it meana here to order.

gower. The tempter challenges Chriat to supply, by auch an act, the cravings of hie appetite.
 * The change of stones into bread would be a direct act of Almighty

‘ Luke iv. 4, The term rendered word, often means thing, matter, or substance, but it here implies decree; whatever God nay ordain, The meaning is, that human life may be sustained by whatever means God pleases, as the Israelites were supported by manna in the desert. ‘Thus Moses spake to the ancient people: ‘‘He afflicted thee with want, and gave thee manna for food, which neither theu nor thy fathers knew ; to show that not on bread alone doth man live, but on every word that pro- ceedeth from the mouth of God.” Deut. viii. 3. The author of the book of Wisdom praises God for the manna in similar terms: ‘that Thy children, O Lord, whom thou lovedst, might know that it is not the growing of freita that nourisheth men, but Thy word preserveth them that believe in Thee.” Wisdom xvi. 26.

that the temptations did not follow in close succession.
 * This particle is used with great latitude. Some interpreters think

the air. The terma may be understood of conducting Him to the sum- mit of the temple, by the ordinary way. ‘The tempter probably assumed s human form. St. Luke speaks of Satan having led Christ to a high waountain, tv. 5.
 * This does not necessarily suppose that Satan carried Christ through

were iron spikes fixed all over the roof. Some take it to mean the top of a very high portico, buiit by Herod, from which few could venture to look down on the péecipice beneath.
 * This may be understood of a turret, or spire on the temple. There


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 left the train at Lyons, and we have already telegraphed to the station there for full particulars of any one seen leaving the train."

"Or he might have come on to Nice," suggested Poirot.

"He might," agreed the Commissary, "but that would be a very bold course."

Poirot let a minute or two go by before speaking, and then he said:

"In the latter case you think the man was an ordinary train robber?"

The Commissary shrugged his shoulders.

"It depends. We must get hold of the maid. It is possible that she has the red morocco case with her. If so, then the man of whom she spoke to Mademoiselle may be concerned in the case, and the affair is a crime of passion. I myself think the solution of a train robber is the more probable. These bandits have become very bold of late."

Poirot looked suddenly across to Katherine.

"And you. Mademoiselle," he said, "you heard and saw nothing during the night?"

"Nothing," said Katherine.

Poirot turned to the Commissary.

"We need detain Mademoiselle no longer, I think," he suggested.

The latter nodded.

"She will leave us her address?" he said.

Katherine gave him the name of Lady Tamplin’s villa. Poirot made her a little bow.

"You permit that I see you again. Mademoiselle?"


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128 STAT. 3132 (d) —On the execution and delivery of the conveyance of a road under this section, any jurisdiction previously ceded to the United States by a State over the road is retroceded and shall vest in the State in which the road is located.

§ 101521. Transportation service and facility programs

(a) —The Secretary may formulate transportation plans and implement transportation projects where feasible pursuant to those plans for System units.

(b) —
 * (1) —To carry out subsection (a), the Secretary may—
 * (A) contract with public or private agencies or carriers to provide transportation services, capital equipment, or facilities to improve access to System units;
 * (B) operate those services directly in the absence of suitable and adequate agencies or carriers;
 * (C) acquire, by purchase, lease, or agreement, capital equipment for those services; and
 * (D) where necessary to carry out this subchapter, acquire, by lease, purchase, donation, exchange, or transfer, land, water, or an interest in land or water that is situated outside the boundary of a System unit.
 * (2) —
 * (A) —The acquired property shall be administered as part of the System unit.
 * (B) —Any land or interests in land owned by a State or any of its political subdivisions may be acquired only by donation.
 * (C) —Any land acquisition shall be subject to any statutory limitations on methods of acquisition and appropriations as may be specifically applicable to the area.

(c) —The Secretary shall establish information programs to inform the public of available System unit access opportunities and to promote the use of transportation modes other than personal motor vehicles for access to and travel within the System units.

(d) —Transportation facilities and services provided pursuant to this subchapter may be undertaken by the Secretary directly or by contract without regard to any requirement of Federal, State, or local law respecting determinations of public convenience and necessity or other similar matters. The Secretary or contractor shall consult with the appropriate State or local public service commission or other body having authority to issue certificates of convenience


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 he said. "Or have you so many friends that your time will be all taken up?"

"On the contrary," said Katherine, "I shall have plenty of leisure, and I shall be very pleased to see you again."

"Excellent," said Poirot, and gave her a little friendly nod. "This shall be a 'Roman Policier' à nous. We will investigate this affair together."


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 without seed. Still, Fairchild had said who knew people, women

Mr. Talliaferro prowled restlessly, having the boat to himself practically, and presently he found Jenny sleeping placidly in a chair in the shade of the deckhouse. Blonde and pink and soft in sleep was Jenny: a passive soft abandon fitting like water to the sagging embrace of the canvas chair. Mr. Talliaferro envied that chair with a surge of fire like an adolescent’s in his dry bones; and while he stood regarding the sprawled awkwardness of Jenny’s sweet thighs and legs and one little soiled hand dangling across her hip, that surge of imminence and fire and desolation seemed to lightly distend all his organs, leaving a thin salty taste on his tongue. Mr. Talliaferro glanced quickly about the deck.

He glanced quickly about the deck, then feeling rather foolish, but strangely and exuberantly young, he came near and bending he traced with his hand lightly the heavy laxness of Jenny’s body through the canvas which supported her. Then he thought terribly that some one was watching him, and he sprang erect with an alarm like a nausea, staring at Jenny’s closed eyes. But her eyelids lay shadowed, a faint transparent blue upon her cheeks, and her breath was a little regular wind come recently from off fresh milk. But he still felt eyes upon him and he stood acutely, trying to think of something to do, some casual gesture to perform. A cigarette his chaotic brain supplied at last. But he had none, and still spurred by this need, he darted quickly away and to his cabin.

The nephew slept yet in his berth, and breathing rather fast, Mr. Talliaferro got his cigarettes and then he stood before the mirror, examining his face, seeking wildness, recklessness there. But it bore its customary expression of polite faint alarm, and he smoothed his hair, thinking of the sweet passive sag of that deckchair yes, almost directly over

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Rh and necessity. A contractor shall be subject to applicable requirements of that body unless the Secretary determines that the requirements would not be consistent with the purposes and provisions of this subchapter.

(e) —No grant of authority in this subchapter shall be deemed to expand the exemption of section 13506(a)(9) of title 49.

§ 101522. Transportation projects

(a) —To carry out this subchapter, the Secretary of Transportation, the Secretary of Housing and Urban Development, the Secretary of Health and Human Services, the Secretary of Commerce, and the heads of other Federal departments or agencies that the Secretary considers necessary shall assist the Secretary in the formulation and implementation of transportation projects.

(b) —The Secretary shall maintain a compilation of Federal statutes and programs providing authority for the planning, funding, or operation of transportation projects that might be utilized by the Secretary to carry out this subchapter.

§ 101523. Procedures applicable to transportation plans and projects

(a) —The Secretary shall, during the formulation of any transportation plan authorized pursuant to —
 * (1) give public notice of intention to formulate the plan by publication in the Federal Register and in a newspaper or periodical having general circulation in the vicinity of the affected System unit; and
 * (2) following the notice, hold a public meeting at a location convenient to the affected System unit.

(b) —Prior to the implementation of any project developed pursuant to the transportation plan formulated pursuant to subsection (a), the Secretary shall—
 * (1) establish procedures, including public meetings, to give State and local governments and the public adequate notice and an opportunity to comment on the proposed transportation project; and
 * (2) when the proposed project would involve an expenditure in excess of $100,000 in any fiscal year, submit a detailed report to the Committee on Energy and Natural Resources of the Senate and the Committee on Natural Resources of the House of Representatives.

(c) —When a report on a project is required under subsection (b)(2), the Secretary may proceed with the implementation of the project only after 60 days (not counting days on which the Senate or House of Representatives has adjourned for more than 3 consecutive days) have elapsed following submission of the report.


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(:The temporal power, bad as it is, could not of itself sharpen so many swords for the Christians.:) But that great pillar of the Church of Rome which supports her strongly that it may not fall, gave to the gospel a spirit of a sharp sword when he said: "If Christian discipline were to disparage war completely, this should be found in the gospel ordering us to put down arms and give up soldiering; however, it is satisfied with the admonition not to exact too much and to be content with wages. It does not attack the calling of the soldier." This "great pillar" has thus extracted blood instead of milk out of the gospel. If our faith were founded on such bloodinesses – and how much blood there was spilled by the soldiers because of this teaching! – then it would be correct. But our faith obliges us to bind wounds, not to make blood run

And he says about the Christian discipline: When the soldiers came to John to be baptized saying, "And we, what must we do?" should he have given them another answer, "Throw your  Luke 3:14. St. Augustine often uses this . "The gospel nowhere attacks the calling of soldier, so it views it as lawful." ., 138,ii,15; also , v:21, i:20, v: 12,13,16,24,26; xix:17, xv:5, iv:4, v:15;xv:7; xix:21, xx:9; etc.

169*

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 his head. He rushed back on deck in a surge of fear that she had waked and risen, gone away. He restrained himself by an effort to a more sedate pace, reconnoitering the deck. All was well.

He smoked his cigarette in short nervous puffs, hearing his heart, tasting that warm salt. Yes, his hand was actually trembling, and he stood in a casual attitude, looking about at water and sky and shore. Then he moved, and still with casualness he strolled back to where Jenny slept, unchanged her supine abandon, soft and oblivious and terrifying.

Mr. Talliaferro bent over her. Then he got on one knee, then on both knees. Jenny slept ineffably, breathing her sweet regular breath upon his face he wondered if he could rise quickly enough, in an emergency  he rose and looked about, then tiptoed across the deck and still on tiptoe he fetched another chair and set it beside Jenny’s, and sat down. But it was for reclining, so he tried sitting on the edge of it. Too high, and amid his other chaotic emotions was a harried despair of futility and an implacable passing of opportunity. While all the time it was as though he stood nearby yet aloof, watching his own antics. He lit another cigarette with hands that trembled, took three puffs that he did not taste, and cast it away.

Hard this floor his old knees yes yes Jenny her breath Yes yes her red soft mouth where little teeth but showed parted blondeness a golden pink swirl kaleidoscopic a single blue eye not come fully awake her breath yes yes He felt eyes again, knew they were there, but he cast all things away, and sprawled nuzzling for Jenny’s mouth as she came awake.

“Wake sleeping princess Kiss,” Mr. Talliaferro jabbered in a dry falsetto. Jenny squealed, moving her head a little. Then

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text: Poems for Workers (Gomez 1925)/When the Cock Crows


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 she came fully awake and got her hand under Mr. Talliaferro’s chin. “Wake princess with kiss,” Mr. Talliaferro repeated, laughing a thin hysterical laugh, obsessed with an utter and dreadful need to complete the gesture.

Jenny heaved herself up, thrusting Mr. Talliaferro back on his heels. “Whatcher doing, you old—” Jenny glared at him, and seeking about in that vague pinkish region which was her mind, she brought forth finally an expression such as a steam-boat mate or a railroad flagman, heated with wine, might apply to his temporary Saturday night Phillida, who would charge him for it by the letter, like a cablegram.

Jenny watched Mr. Talliaferro’s dapper dispersion with soft, blonde indignation. When he had disappeared she flopped back again. Then she snorted, a soft, indignant sound, and turned again onto her side. Once more she expelled her breath with righteous indignation, and soon thereafter she drowsed again and slept.

It was a sleazy scrap of slightly soiled applegreen crêpe and its principal purpose seemed to be that of indicating vaguely the shape of Jenny’s behind, as she danced, caressing the twin soft points of her thighs with the lingering sterility of an aged lover. It looked as if she might have slept in it recently, and there was also a small hat of pale straw, of no particular shape, ribboned.

Jenny slid about in Mr. Talliaferro’s embrace with placid skill. She and Pete had just quarreled bitterly. Pete had, that is. Jenny’s bovine troubling placidity had merely dissolved into tears, causing her eyes to be more ineffable than ever, and she had gone calmly about what she had intended all the time: to have as much fun as she could, as long as she was here. Pete couldn’t walk out on her: all he could do would be

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128 STAT. 3134 § 101524. Special rule for service contract to provide transportation services

Notwithstanding any other provision of law, a service contract entered into by the Secretary for the provision solely of transportation services in a System unit shall be not more than 10 years in length, including a base period of 5 years and annual extensions for up to an additional 5 years based on satisfactory performance and approval by the Secretary.

§ 101531. Fee for use of transportation services

Notwithstanding any other provision of law, where the Service or an entity under a service contract, cooperative agreement, or other contractual agreement with the Service provides transportation to all or a portion of any System unit, the Secretary may impose a reasonable and appropriate charge to the public for the use of the transportation services in addition to any admission fee required to be paid. Collection of the transportation and admission fees may occur at the transportation staging area or any other reasonably convenient location determined by the Secretary. The Secretary may enter into agreements, with public or private entities that qualify to the Secretary’s satisfaction, to collect the transportation and admission fee. Transportation fees collected pursuant to this section shall be retained by the System unit at which the transportation fee was collected, and the amount retained shall be expended only for costs associated with the transportation systems at the System unit where the charge was imposed.

§ 101701. Challenge cost-share agreement authority

(a) —In this section:
 * (1) —The term “challenge cost-share agreement” means any agreement entered into between the Secretary and any cooperator for the purpose of sharing costs or services in carrying out authorized functions and responsibilities of the Secretary with respect to any System unit or System program, any affiliated area, or any designated national scenic trail or national historic trail.
 * (2) —The term “cooperator” means any State or local government, public or private agency, organization, institution, corporation, individual, or other entity.

(b) —The Secretary may negotiate and enter into challenge cost-share agreements with cooperators.

(c) —In carrying out challenge cost-share agreements, the Secretary may provide the Federal funding share from any funds available to the Service.


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170* weapons away, give up war service, wound and kill no one?" According to these arguments it would seem necessary for the Roman Church to fight, to shed human blood, and to gain peace by the sword For this reason there is a need of soldiers who would go to war for the holy Church and for Country. According to this (view) warfare among Christians is a good thing and founded on Scriptures Therefore, when 'that pillar' was standing in Rome holding and supporting the Church and providing her with a scripturally sanctioned warfare, there came some forth objecting on the basis of 8hristian discipline; but he accused them of being heretics and their discipline but a foul error. (:Now it is natural that the Church, leaning against the secular power, does everything she can to bolster up that pillar, lest it fall down with its strange teaching.:)

Now of course, we have to obey the Scripture but not everything in the Scripture is divine Some portions do not lead us to follow Christ for (they) were written by some only as a (historical) record, and they were never (intended) to have any power. So, for example, when our Lord Jesus cured the lepers he told them Cf. , xxii:74. Augustine is quoted with approval by Calvin: "If Christian discipline condemned all wars when the soldiers asked counsel as to the way of salvation, they would have been told to cast away their arms Those whom he orders to be contented with their pay, he certainly does not forbid to serve." MacGregor,, 1941, p.20.

Possibly I, 19,20.

Luke 17:14.

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 to fuss at her or sulk, or maybe hit her. He had done that once, thereby voluntarily making himself her bond slave. She had rather liked it

Beyond lights, beyond the sound of the victrola, water was a minor ceaseless sound in the darkness; above, vague drowsy stars. Jenny danced on placidly, untroubled by Mr. Talliaferro’s endless flow of soft words against her neck, hardly conscious of his hand sliding a small concentric circle at the small of her back.

“She looks kind of nice, don’t she?” Fairchild said to his companion as they stood at the head of the companionway, come up for air. “Kind of soft and stupid and young, you know. Passive, and at the same time troubling, challenging.” He watched them for a time, then he added: “Now, there goes the Great Illusion, par excellence.”

“What’s Talliaferro’s trouble?” asked the Semitic man.

“The illusion that you can seduce women. Which you can’t. They just elect you.”

“And then, Gold help you,” the other added.

“And with words, at that,” Fairchild continued. “With words,” he repeated savagely.

“Well, why not with words? One thing gets along with women as well as another. And you are a funny sort to disparage words; you, a member of that species all of whose actions are controlled by words. It’s the word that overturns thrones and political parties and instigates vice crusades, not things: the Thing is merely the symbol for the Word. And more than that, think what a devil of a fix you and I’d be in were it not for words, were we to lose our faith in words. I’d have nothing to do all day long, and you’d have to work or starve to death.” He was silent for a while. Jenny yet slid and poised, pleasuring her soft young placidity, “And, after all, his illusion is just as nourishing as yours. Or mine, either.”

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text: Poems for Workers (Gomez 1925)/I. W. W.

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ST. MATTHEW. 51 bear Thee up, lest perhaps Thou dash Thy foot against a stone.”

7. said to him: It is written again: “Thou shalt not tempt the Lord thy God.”

8. Again the devil took Him up into a very high mountain, and showed Him all the kingdoms of the world, and their glory.

9. And said to Him: All these will I give Thee, if falling down Thou wilt adore me.

10. Then saith to him: Begone, Satan, for it is written: “The Lord thy God shalt thou adore, and Him only shalt thou serve.”

11. Then the devil left Him; and behold, angels came and ministered to him.

The text regards any just man; Ps. xc. 16. It shows the protection which God vouchsafes to His servants, who walk in humble dependence on Him. look for miraculous interposition to save them from dangers, into which they have wantonly rashed, are guilty of tempting God. They make trial of His power and goodness in circumstances in which they cannot reasonably hope for the display of these attributes. Deut. vi. 16. tion before the one just mentioned. The order of time in which they took place is not important. The kingdoms could not be seen from any elevation, however great; but they might be pointed out, according to the direction wherein they lay, and their glory and power described. Satan promised what he could not perform; he was wont to impose on the credulity of those whom he addressed. an angel of light, to win this homage, That is, enemy. "This is the substance of several passages. Deut. v. 7,9; vi. 13; x. 20. This may be understood of affording Him food, or congratulating Him on His victories over the tempter. Our Lord, although not needing external aid or comfort, condescended to receive it from the ministry of angels, thereby to encourage us by the assurance, that our fidelity to God will be rewarded with an increase of grace and strength. "The angels appear," says St. Chrysostom, "that you may learn, that, when you have overcome the demon, they will receive you approvingly, and encompans you to protect you." Digitized by Google 1
 * Those who rashly depart from the order of divine providence, and
 * On another occasion, at another time. St. Luke relates this tempta-
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171* to go to show themselves to the priests and to offer gifts in accordance with the Law of Moses. Therefore, even though this was recorded in the Scripture, later on no apostle ever sent cured lepers to the Jewish priests, nor was any Christian obligated to give thankofferings in accordance with the Law of Moses. This was written as a (historic) act of the power of Jesus and of a custom of the priests of the Old Testament, but not for an imitation by coming generations of Christians.

The story of John and his soldiers must be understood in a similar manner. He did certain things and spoke in a certain way which Lord Jesus neither did nor spoke... And we understand that John was sent before Lord Jesus to prepare his way, that is, to move the people to repentance and to an expectation of Lord Jesus, saying that he who will come after him will be greater Therefore John who preceded in time our Lord Jesus was still under the Law of Moses which he was bound to observe in all his acts and words – excepting baptism and bearing witness to Jesus; this was outside the Law But John could not have changed the laws (concerning) the (established) order of things.

Luke 3:14. St. Augustine often uses this. "The gospel nowhere attacks the calling of soldier, so it views it as lawful." ., 138,ii,15; also , v:21, i:20, v: 12,13,16,24,26; xix:17, xv:5, iv:4, v:15;xv:7; xix:21, xx:9; etc.

Cf. , xxii:74. Augustine is quoted with approval by Calvin: "If Christian discipline condemned all wars when the soldiers asked counsel as to the way of salvation, they would have been told to cast away their arms Those whom he orders to be contented with their pay, he certainly does not forbid to serve." MacGregor,, 1941, p.20.

Possibly I, 19,20.

Luke 17:14.

John 1:15.

John 1:15.

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 Friend, the, 181

GANDHI, C. K., 281

Gandhi, Harilal Mohandas, 216

Gandhi, Maganlal Khushalchand, 109, 177, 320

Gandhi, Mrs Kasturba, 280-1

Gandhi, Mrs K. C., 281

Gandhi, Mrs S. M., 281

Gandhi, Mohandas Karamchand, the author, leaves India for South Africa in Dada Abdulla’s case, 41; lands in Durban, 41; is pushed out of the train at Maritzburg and insulted in other ways, 42-3; but sees the case through, 43; admitted as advocate of the Supreme Court of Natal, 45; helps to found the Natal Indian Congress, 45 ff.; and the Natal Indian Educational Association, 47; returns to India, 48; writes pamphlet on condition of Indians in South Africa, 50; meets Lokamanya, 50: and Gokhale, 51; addresses meetings in Poona and Madras, 52; recalled to South Africa, 52; mobbed in Durban, 57 ff.; but declines to prosecute assailants, 62 ff.; serves upon the ambulance corps in the Boer War, 75; returns to India and starts practice in Bombay, but is called to South Africa again, 81; opens an attorney’s office in Johannesburg, 85; joins the Indian Stretcher-bearer Corps in the Zulu ‘rebellion’, 97 ff.; his speech adumbrating Satyagraha, 104 ff.; serves on deputation to England, 118; starts Indian Opinion and founds Phoenix Settlement, 141 ff.; gets two months’ imprisonment, 148 ff.; his experiences in Johannesburg jail, 149 ff.; comes to terms with the Government on behalf of the Indians, 154 ff.; but is opposed and assaulted, 161 ff.; nursed by the Dokes, 168 ff.; his attempt to cast out fear, 186; charged with cunning, 207; in prison again, 220; goes to England on a second deputation, 227 ff.; writes Hind Swaraj, 231; his experiment of co-education, 243 ff.; experiments in drugless healing, 247 ff., 254 ff.; rejection of milk, 257; insistence upon speaking in the mother tongue, 265; requests Gokhale to speak in Marathi, 265-66; meets the mine-owners in connection with Indian labourers’ strike, 291 ff.; goes with the strikers to Charlestown, 294 ff.; and with them crosses over into the Transvaal, 297 ff.; gets nine months’ imprisonment at Dundee, 310; and three months’ at Volksrust, 310; released after six weeks, 322; meets General Smuts, 327 ff.; negotiates provisional agreement, 330 ff.; his letter to General Smuts marking the end of the Satyagraha struggle, 336 ff.; leaves South Africa for England en route to India, 338

Gandhi, R. M., 281

Germiston, 111, 137

Ghelanl, M. M., 219

Ghorkhodu Rustomji Jivanji = Parsi Rustomji q. v.

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text: Poems for Workers (Gomez 1925)/Wheatland—A Memory


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 “I know: but yours or mine ain’t quite so ridiculous as his is.”

“How do you know they aren’t?” Fairchild had no reply, and the other continued: “After all, it doesn’t make any difference what you believe. Man is not only nourished by convictions, he is nourished by any conviction. Whatever you believe, you'll always annoy some one, but you yourself will follow and bleed and die for it in the face of law, hell or high water. And those who die for causes will perish for any cause, the more tawdry it is, the quicker they flock to it. And be quite happy at it, too. It’s a provision of providence to keep their time occupied.” He sucked at his cigar, but it was dead.

“Do you know who is the happiest man in the world today? Mussolini, of course. And do you know who are next? The poor devils he will get killed with his Cæsar illusion. Don’t pity them, however: were it not Mussolini and his illusion it would be some one else and his cause. I believe it is some grand cosmic scheme for fertilizing the earth. And it could be so much worse,” he added. “Who knows? They might all migrate to America and fall into the hands of Henry Ford.

“So don’t you go around feeling superior to Talliaferro. I think his present illusion and its object are rather charming, almost as charming as the consummation of it would be—which is more than you can say for yours.” He held a match to his cigar. His sucking, intent face came abruptly out of the darkness, and as abruptly vanished again. He flipped the match toward the rail. “And so do you, you poor emotional eunuch; so do you, despite that bastard of a surgeon and a stenographer which you call your soul, so do you remember with regret kissing in the dark and all the tender and sweet stupidity of young flesh.”

“Hell,” said Fairchild, “let’s have another drink.”

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text: Poems for Workers (Gomez 1925)/Mourn Not the Dead


text: Public Law 113-287/Chapter 1015

title: Public Law 113-287/Chapter 1015


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 "When this piece of meat is devoured, uncle, what hope will there remain unto us?"

"None, my dear Henry, none. But will it do you any good to devour it with your eyes? You appear to me to reason like one without will or decision, like a being without energy."

"Then," cried I, exasperated to a degree which is scarcely to be explained, "you do not mean to tell me—that you—that you—have not lost all hope."

"Certainly not," replied the Professor, with consummate coolness.

"You mean to tell me, uncle, that we shall get out of this monstrous subterranean shaft?"

"While there is life there is hope. I beg to assert, Henry, that as long as a man's heart beats, as long as a man's flesh quivers, I do not allow that a being gifted with thought and will can allow himself to despair."

What a resolution! The man placed in a position like that we occupied must have been very brave to speak like this. "Well," I cried, "what do you mean to do?"

"Eat what remains of the food we have in our hands; let us swallow the last crumb. It will be, heaven willing, our last repast. Well, never mind—instead of being exhausted skeletons, we shall be men."

"True," muttered I in a despairing tone, "let us take our fill."

"We must," replied my uncle, with a deep sigh—"call it what you will." My uncle took a piece of the meat that remained, and some crusts of biscuit which had escaped the wreck. He divided the whole into three parts. Each had one pound of food to last him as long as he remained in the interior of the earth.

Each now acted in accordance with his own private character. My uncle, the Professor, ate greedily, but evidently without appetite, eating simply from some mechanical motion. I put the food inside my lips, and hungry as I was, chewed my morsel without pleasure, and without satisfaction. Hans the guide, just as if he had been eider-down hunting, swallowed every mouthful, as though it were a usual affair. He looked like a man equally prepared to enjoy superfluity or total want. Hans, in all probability, was no more used to starvation than ourselves, but his hardy


text: Poems for Workers (Gomez 1925)/To France


text: Poems for Workers (Gomez 1925)/The Red Guard


text: Pledge of Allegiance (Bellamy)

title: Pledge of Allegiance (Bellamy)


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 Icelandic nature had prepared him for many sufferings. As long as he received his three rix-dollars every Saturday night, he was prepared for anything. The fact was, Hans never troubled himself about much except his money. He had undertaken to serve a certain man at so much per week, and no matter what evils befell his employer or himself, he never found fault or grumbled, so long as his wages were duly paid.

Suddenly my uncle roused himself. He had seen a smile on the face of our guide. I could not make it out. "What is the matter?" said my uncle.

"Schiedam," said the guide, producing a bottle of this precious fluid.

We drank. My uncle and myself will own to our dying day that hence we derived strength to exist until the last bitter moment. That precious bottle of Hollands was in reality only half-full; but, under the circumstances, it was nectar. The worthy Professor swallowed about half a pint and did not seem able to drink any more. "Fortrafflig," said Hans, swallowing nearly all that was left.

"Excellent—very good," said my uncle, with as much gusto as if he had just left the steps of the club at Hamburg.

I had begun to feel as if there had been one gleam of hope. Now all thought of the future vanished! We had consumed our last ounce of food, and it was five o'clock in the morning!

constitution is so peculiar, that his health is purely a negative matter. No sooner is the rage of hunger appeased, than it becomes difficult to comprehend the meaning of starvation. It is only when you suffer that you really understand. As to anyone who has not endured privation having any notion of the matter, it is simply absurd. With us, after a long fast, some mouthfuls of bread and meat, a little mouldy biscuit and salt beef triumphed over all our previous saturnine thoughts.

Nevertheless, after this repast each gave way to his own


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 His friend was too kind, too tactful to say I told you so.

Mrs. Maurier captured them as they reached the stairs. “Here you are,” she exclaimed brightly, prisoning their arms; “come: let’s all dance a while. We need men. Eva has taken Mark away from Dorothy, and she has no partner. Come, Mr. Fairchild; Julius.”

“Were coming back,” Fairchild answered, “we’re going now to hunt up Gordon and the Major, and we’ll all come right back.”

“No, no,” she said soothingly, “we'll send the steward for them. Come, now.”

“I think we better go,” Fairchild objected quickly. “The steward has been working hard all day: he’s tired out, I expect. And Gordon’s kind of timid; he might not come if you send a servant for him.” She released them doubtfully, staring at them with her round, astonished face.

“You will ? Do come back, Mr. Fairchild.”

“Sure, sure,” Fairchild replied, descending hastily.

“Julius,” Mrs. Maurier called after them helplessly.

“I’ll bring them up in ten minutes,” the Semitic man promised, following. Mrs. Maurier watched them until they had passed from view, then she turned away. Jenny and Mr. Talliaferro were still dancing, as were Mrs. Wiseman and the ghostly poet. Miss Jameson, partnerless, sat at the card table playing solitaire. Mrs. Maurier looked on until the record played itself through. Then she said firmly:

“I think we’d better change partners among ourselves until the men come up.”

Mr. Talliaferro released Jenny obediently, and Jenny, released, stood around for a while, then she drifted away and down the deck, passing that tall ugly man leaning alone at the rail, and further along the niece spoke from the shadow:

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 reflections. I wondered what were those of Hans—the man of the extreme north, who was yet gifted with the fatalistic resignation of Oriental character. But the utmost stretch of the imagination would not allow me to realize the truth. As for my individual self, my thoughts had ceased to be anything but memories of the past, and were all connected with that upper world which I never should have left. I saw it all now, the beautiful house in the Königstrasse, my poor Gretchen, the good Martha; they all passed before my mind like visions of the past. Every time any of the lugubrious groanings which were to be distinguished in the hollows around fell upon my ears, I fancied I heard the distant murmur of the great cities above my head.

As for my uncle, always thinking of his science, he examined the nature of the shaft by means of a torch. He closely examined the different strata one above the other, in order to recognize his situation by geological theory. This calculation, or rather this estimation, could by no means be anything but approximate. But a learned man, a philosopher, is nothing if not a philosopher, when he keeps his ideas calm and collected; and certainly the Professor possessed this quality to perfection.

I heard him, as I sat in silence, murmuring words of geological science. As I understood his object and his meaning, I could not but interest myself despite my preoccupation in that terrible hour. "Eruptive granite," he said to himself, we are still in the primitive epoch. But we are going up—going up, still going up. But who knows? Who knows?"

Then he still hoped. He felt along the vertical sides of the shaft with his hand, and some few minutes later, he would go on again in the following style—"This is gniess. This is mocashites—silicious mineral. Good again; this is the epoch of transition, at all events, we are close to them—and then, and then"

What could the ProfesserProfessor [sic] mean? Could he, by any conceivable means, measure the thickness of the crust of the earth suspended above our heads? Did he possess any possible means of making any approximation to this calculation? No. The manometer was wanting, and no summary estimation could take the place of it.


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 “Going to bed?”

Jenny paused and turning her head toward the voice she saw the faint glint of Pete’s hat. She went on. “Uhuh,” she replied. The moon was getting up, rising out of the dark water: a tarnished, implacable Venus.

Her aunt came along soon, prowling, peering fretfully into shadowy chairs and obscure corners, implacable and tactless as a minor disease.

“My Lord, what’ve we got to do now?” the niece moaned. She sighed. “She sure makes life real and earnest for everybody, that woman does.”

“Dance, I guess,” Pete answered. The vicious serrated rim of his hat, where the moon fell upon it, glinted dully like a row of filed teeth, like a gaping lithograph of a charging shark.

“Guess so. Say, I’m going to fade out. Stall her off some way, or run yourself would be better.” The niece rose hurriedly. “So long. See you to-m— Oh, you coming too?”

They stepped behind the companionway housing and flattened themselves against it, listening to Mrs. Maurier’s fretful prowling, and clutching Pete’s hand for caution the niece craned her head around the corner. “There’s Dorothy, too,” she whispered and she withdrew her head and they flattened themselves closer yet, clutching hands, while the two searchers passed, pausing to peer into every obscurity.

But they went on, finally, passing from sight, and the niece wriggled her fingers free and moved, and moving found that she had turned into Pete’s arm and against his dark shape and the reckless angle of his hat topping it.

An interval like that between two fencers ere they engage, then Pete’s arm moved with confidence and his other arm came about her shoulders with a technique that was forcing her face upward. She was so still that he stopped again in a momentary flagging of confidence, and out of this lull a hard elbow

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The soldiers who came to John with their question were not of the Christian faith. And John, seeing they were people accustomed to serve commanders and rulers, gave them an answer that was in agreement with the Law of Moses, "rob no one by violence and be content with your wages." For those sins come easiest to them that rely on the power of compulsion John did not dissuade them from soldiering, since the Jews were allowed to perform military service and to conduct defensive wars against enemies He only tried to restrain them from evils they might easily succumb to in their profession

John could not have said, "leave soldiering and follow me." But Lord Jesus had the authority to say to the ruler: "Sell all that you possess and give it to the poor, and follow me." He had even power to change his claim to nobility, to ask him to leave his wife and to follow Jesus. He did not order him to defend the church by the sword lest she be blown down by a contrary wind Matt. 19:21.

172*

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 As we progressed, the temperature increased in the most extraordinary degree, and I began to feel as if I were bathed in a hot and burning atmosphere. Never before had I felt anything like it. I could only compare it to the hot vapor from an iron foundry, when the liquid iron is in a state of ebullition and runs over. By degrees, and one after the other, Hans, my uncle, and myself had taken off our coats and waistcoats. They were unbearable. Even the slightest garment was the cause of extreme suffering.

"Are we ascending to a living fire?" I cried; when, to my horror and astonishment, the heat became greater than before.

"No, no," said my uncle, "it is simply impossible, quite impossible."

"And yet," said I, touching the side of the shaft with my naked hand, "this wall is literally burning."

At this moment, feeling as I did that the sides of this extraordinary wall were red hot, I plunged my hands into the water to cool them. I drew them back with a cry of despair. "The water is boiling!" I cried.

My uncle, the Professor, made no reply other than a gesture of rage and despair. Something very like the truth had probably struck his imagination.

An invincible dread took possession of my brain and soul. I could only look forward to an immediate catastrophe, such a catastrophe as not even the most vivid imagination could have thought of. An idea, at first vague and uncertain, was gradually being changed into certainty. It was so terrible an idea that I scarcely dared to whisper it to myself. Yet all the while certain, and as it were, involuntary observations determined my convictions. By the doubtful glare of the torch, I could make out some singular changes in the granitic strata; a strange and terrible phenomenon was about to be produced, in which electricity played a part. Then this boiling water, this terrible and excessive heat? I determined as a last resource to examine the compass.

The compass had gone mad! Yes, wholly stark, staring mad. The needle jumped from pole to pole with sudden and surprising jerks, ran round, or as it is said, boxed the compass, and then ran suddenly back again as if it had the vertigo.


text: Poems for Workers (Gomez 1925)/John Reed's Body


text: Poems for Workers (Gomez 1925)/Nobody Knows


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 Terrible detonations, like heaven's artillery, began to multiply themselves with fearful intensity. I could only compare them with the noise made by hundreds of heavily-laden chariots being madly driven over a stone pavement. It was a continuous roll of heavy thunder.

And then the mad compass, shaken by the wild electric phenomena, confirmed me in my rapidly-formed opinion. The mineral crust was about to burst, the heavy granite masses were about to rejoin, the fissure was about to close, the void was about to be filled up, and we poor atoms to be crushed in its awful embrace! "Uncle, uncle!" I cried, "we are wholly, irretrievably lost!"

"What, then my young friend, is your new cause of terror and alarm?" he said, in his calmest manner. "What fear you now?"

"What do I fear now!" I cried, in fierce and angry tones. "Do you not see that the walls of the shaft are in motion? do you not see that the solid granite masses are cracking? do you not feel the terrible, torrid heat? do you not observe the awful boiling water on which we float? do you not remark this mad needle? every sign and portent of an awful earthquake?"

My uncle coolly shook his head. "An earthquake?" he questioned in the most calm and provoking tone.

"Yes."

"My nephew, I tell you that you are utterly mistaken," he continued.

"Do you not, can you not, recognize all the well-known symptoms"

"Of an earthquake? by no means. I am expecting something far more important."

"My brain is strained beyond endurance—what, what do you mean?" I cried.

"An eruption, Harry."

"An eruption," I gasped. "We are, then, in the volcanic shaft of a crater in full action and vigor."

"I have every reason to think so," said the Professor in a smiling tone, "and I beg to tell you that it is the most fortunate thing that could happen to us."

The most fortunate thing! Had my uncle really and truly gone mad? What did he mean by these awful words—what did he mean by this terrible calm, this solemn smile?


text: Poems for Workers (Gomez 1925)/Muckers

title: Poems for Workers (Gomez 1925)/Muckers


text: Pledge of Allegiance (Harrison)

title: Pledge of Allegiance (Harrison)


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 "What!" cried I, in the height of my exasperation, "we are on the way to an eruption, are we? Fatality has cast us into a well of burning and boiling lava, of rocks on fire, of boiling water, in a word, filled with every kind of eruptive matter? We are about to be expelled, thrown up, vomited, spit out of the interior of the earth, in common with huge blocks of granite, with showers of cinders and scoriæ, in a wild whirlwind of flame, and you say—the most fortunate thing which could happen to us."

"Yes," replied the Professor, looking at me calmly from under his spectacles, "it is the only chance which remains to us of ever escaping from the interior of the earth to the light of day."

It is quite impossible that I can put on paper the thousand strange, wild thoughts which followed this extraordinary announcement. But my uncle was right, quite right, and never had he appeared to me so audacious and so convinced as when he looked me calmly in the face and spoke of the chances of an eruption—of our being cast upon mother earth once more through the gaping crater of a volcano!

While we were speaking we were still ascending; we passed the whole night going up, or to speak more scientifically, in an ascensional motion. The fearful noise redoubled; I was ready to suffocate. I seriously believed that my last hour was approaching, and yet, so strange is imagination, all I thought of was some childish hypothesis or other. In such circumstances you do not choose your own thoughts. They overcome you.

It was quite evident that we were being cast upwards by eruptive matter; under the raft there was a mass of boiling water, and under this was a heaving mass of lava, and an aggregate of rocks which on reaching the summit of the water would be dispersed in every direction. That we were inside the chimney of a volcano there could no longer be the shadow of a doubt. Nothing more terrible could be conceived!

But on this occasion, instead of Sneffels, an old and extinct volcano, we were inside a mountain of fire in full activity. Several times I found myself asking, what mountain was it, and on what part of the world we should be shot out. As if it were of any consequence! In the north-


text: Poems for Workers (Gomez 1925)/Graceland


text: Poems for Workers (Gomez 1925)/Anna Imroth


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 ern regions, there could be no reasonable doubt about that. Before it went decidedly mad, the compass had never made the slightest mistake. From the cape of Saknussemm, we had been swept away to the northward many hundreds of leagues. Now the question was, were we once more under Iceland—should we be belched forth on to the earth through the crater of Mount Hecla, or should we reappear through one of the other seven fire-funnels of the island? Taking in my mental vision a radius of five hundred leagues to the westward, I could see under this parallel only the little-known volcanoes of the northwest coasts of America. To the east one only existed somewhere about the eightieth degree of latitude, the Esk, upon the island of Jean Mayen, not far from the frozen regions of Spitzbergen. It was not craters that were wanting, and many of them were big enough to vomit a whole army; all I wished to know was the particular one towards which we were making with such fearful velocity. I often think now of my folly; as if I should have expected to escape!

Towards morning, the ascending motion became greater and greater. If the degree of heat increased instead of decreasing, as we approached the surface of the earth, it was simply because the causes were local and wholly due to volcanic influence. Our very style of locomotion left in my mind no doubt upon the subject. An enormous force, a force of some hundred of combined atmospheres produced by vapors accumulated and long compressed in the interior of the earth, were hoisting us upwards with irresistible power.

But though we were approaching the light of day, to what fearful dangers were we about to be exposed? Instant death appeared the only fate which we could expect or contemplate.

Soon a dim, sepulchral light penetrated the vertical gallery, which became wider and wider. I could make out to the right and left long dark corridors like immense tunnels, from which awful and horrid vapors poured out. Tongues of fire, sparkling and crackling, appeared about to lick us up. The hour had come!

"Look, uncle, look!" I cried.

"Well, what you see are the great sulphurous flames. Nothing more common in connection with an eruption."


text: Pledge of Allegiance (National Flag Conference)


text: Poems for Workers (Gomez 1925)/I am the People, the Mob


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173* (:This story about John and the soldiers:) is not written for the purpose of showing Christians that they need military service for the defense of faith or of faithful people. (:It only asks everyone to be faithful to his profession, to his faith:) And the Christians must be faithful to the teaching of their Jesus who taught them to turn the other cheek if anyone struck them on the right cheek, not to return evil for evil, and to love their enemies.

What will the knights with their sword do about this? That pillar who supports the Church in her bloody business I is afraid lest Christian discipline should hasten condemning war, and (in doing so) he justifies war in the Christian religion on Jewish kings and their law, and even on pagan kings. The Church teaches the Christian kings to defend her by war against external enemies and by exterminating heretics (who are the domestic enemies) by virtue of the example of Jewish kings

Matt. 19:21.

Matt.5, 39 & 44; Lk. 6:29.

E.g., iv:4, xv:5.

Matt.5, 39 & 44; Lk. 6:29.

E.g., iv:4, xv:5.

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 hand Her foot ceased its motion and she remained motionless for a space. Then she stood on one leg and raised the other one. Under her fingers was a small, hard bump, slightly feverish. Gabriel’s pants, she whispered, they’ve found us again. But there was nothing for it except to wait until the tug came. “And finds a lot of picked bones,” she added aloud. She went on across the deck; at the stairs she stopped again.

It was David, standing there at the rail, his shirt blanching in the level moonlight, against the dark shoreline. She went over beside him, silent on her bare feet.

“Hello, David,” she said quietly, putting her elbows on the rail beside his and hunching her shoulders and crossing her legs as his were. “This would be a good night to be on our mountain, looking down at the lake and the little boats all lighted up, wouldn’t it? I guess this time next summer we'll be there, won’t we? And lots of other places, where you went to. You know nice things, don’t you? When we come back, I’ll know nice things, too.” She gazed downward upon the dark, ceaseless water. It was never still, never the same, and on it moonlight was broken into little fleeting silver wings rising and falling and changing.

“Wish I were in it,” she said, “swimming around in the moonlight. You won’t forget about in the morning, will you?” No, he told her watching her crossed thin arms and the cropped crown of her head. “Say,” she looked up at him, “I tell you what: let’s go in to-night.”

“Now?”

“When the moon gets up more. Aunt Pat wouldn’t let me go now, anyway. But about twelve, when they’ve gone to bed. What do you say?” He looked at her, looked at her in such a strange fashion that she said sharply: “What’s the matter?”

“Nothing,” he answered at last.

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52 THE FOUR GOSPELS. 12. And when heard that John was delivered up, He retired into Galilee:

13. And leaving the city of Nazareth, He came and dwelt in Capharnaum on the sea coast, in the borders of Zabulon and of Nephthalim.

14. That what was said by Isaiah the prophet, might be fulfilled:

15. “Land of Zabulon, and land of Nephthalim, near the sea beyond the Jordan, Galilee of the gentiles:

16. The people that sat in darkness hath seen great light: and to them that sat in the region of the shadow of death, light is sprung up.”

' &Tnto prison” is understood. He was imprisoned by Herod, Anti- pater or Antipas, tetrarch of Galilee, and son of Hered the Great.

® Mark i. 14; Luke iv. 14; John iv. 43. The coast of Upper Galilee, whither Christ withdrew, was under the power of Philip, the tetrarch, brother of Herod.

although it had been his dwelling-place for many years. It was aot the place whence he now departed.
 * He is said to have passed Nazareth, beesuae he did not go there,

 * The bordera of the lake.

on the tribes of Zabuton and Nephthali in the days of Theglath-Phalassar, and to the relief afforded them by the defeat ef Sennacherib. The text gays that the Jand of Zabulon and the land of Nephthati was lightly touched. The sacred writers do not always quote literally, or fully; they often give only the substance of the text, or such portion of it ag is applicabic ta the aubject before them. Nephthalim is a Syro-Chaldaic termination.
 * Jeai.ix.1, The prophet directly refers to the calamities which fell

Tiberias, to the weat of the Jordan.
 * Lit. “The way of The tract along the bank of the lake of

ased for the nearer side.
 * By the Jordan. The Latin preposition ¢rans, is often in Scripture

pagans of different nations whe settled there Jt was near the Tyrian territory. There was another Galilee in Judea, ahout Tiberius, and the land of Genesareth.
 * Galilee of the Gentiles tock its name probably from the concourse of

Sennacherib was defeated, was a faint image of the blessings to be con- ferred by our Divine Deliverer. Christ is the true light.
 * The deliverance of the people from servitude and oppression, when

tirely prevails. Ignorance and sin cover the mind with utter darkness,
 * Literally, “in the region and shadow,” that is, where darkness en-


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 "But if they lap us round!" I angrily replied.

"They will not lap us round," was his quiet and serene answer.

"But it will be all the same in the end if they stifle us," I cried.

"We shall not be stifled. The gallery is rapidly becoming wider and wider, and if it be necessary, we will presently leave the raft and take refuge in some fissure in the rock."

"But the water, the water, which is continually ascending?" I despairingly replied.

"There is no longer any water, Harry," he answered, "but a kind of lava paste, which is heaving us up, in company with itself, to the mouth of the crater."

In truth, the liquid column of water had wholly disappeared to give place to dense masses of boiling eruptive matter. The temperature was becoming utterly insupportable, and a thermometer exposed to this atmosphere would have marked between 189 and 190 degrees Fahrenheit. Perspiration rushed from every pore. But for the extraordinary rapidity of our ascent we should have been stifled.

Nevertheless, the Professor did not carry out his proposition of abandoning the raft; and he did quite wisely. Those few ill-joined beams offered, any way, a solid surface—a support which elsewhere must have utterly failed us.

Towards eight o'clock in the morning a new incident startled us. The ascensional movement suddenly ceased. The raft became still and motionless. "What is the matter now?" I said, querulously, very much startled by this change.

"A simple halt," replied my uncle.

"Is the eruption about to fail?" I asked.

"I hope not."

Without making any reply, I rose. I tried to look around me. Perhaps the raft, checked by some projecting rock, opposed a momentary resistance to the eruptive mass. In this case, it was absolutely necessary to release it as quickly as possible.

Nothing of the kind had occurred. The column of cinders, of scoriæ, of broken rocks and earth, had wholly


text: Pledge of Allegiance (1954)

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 ceased to ascend. "I tell you, uncle, that the eruption has stopped," was my oracular decision.

"Ah," said my uncle, "you think so, my boy. You are wrong. Do not be in the least alarmed; this sudden moment of calm will not last long, be assured. It has already endured five minutes, and before we are many minutes older we shall be continuing our journey to the mouth of the crater."

All the time he was speaking the Professor continued to consult his chronometer, and he was probably right in his prognostics. Soon the raft resumed its motion, in a very rapid and disorderly way, which lasted two minutes or thereabout; and then again it stopped as suddenly as before. "Good," said my uncle, observing the hour, "in ten minutes we shall start again."

"In ten minutes?"

"Yes—precisely. We have to do with a volcano, the eruption of which is intermittent. We are compelled to breathe just as it does."

Nothing could be more true. At the exact minute he had indicated, we were again launched on high with extreme rapidity. Not to be cast off the raft, it was necessary to hold on to the beams. Then the hoist again ceased. Many times since have I thought of this singular phenomenon without being able to find for it any satisfactory explanation. Nevertheless, it appeared quite clear to me, that we were not in the principal chimney of the volcano, but in an accessory conduit, where we felt the counter shock of the great and principal tunnel filled by burning lava.

It is impossible for me to say how many times this maneuver was repeated. All that I can remember is, that on every ascensional motion, we were hoisted up with ever-increasing velocity, as if we had been launched from a huge projectile. During the sudden halts we were nearly stifled; during the moments of projection the hot air took away our breath.

I thought for a moment of the voluptuous joy of suddenly finding myself in the hyperborean regions with the cold 30 degrees below zero! My exalted imagination pictured to itself the vast snowy plains of the arctic regions, and I was impatient to roll myself on the icy carpet of the


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 “Well, I’ll meet you about twelve o’clock, then. I’ll get Gus’ bathing suit for you. Don’t forget, now.”

“No,” he repeated. And when she reached the stairs and looked back at him he was still watching her in that strange manner. But she didn’t puzzle over it long.

Jenny had the cabin to herself. Mrs.—, that one whose name she always forgot, was still on deck. She could hear them talking, and Mr. Fairchild’s jolly laugh came from somewhere, though he hadn’t been upstairs when she left; and the muted nasal sound of the victrola and thumping feet just over her head. Still dancing. Should she go back? She sat holding a handglass, staring into it, but the handglass was bland, reminding her that after all this was one night she didn’t have to dance any more. And you have to dance so many nights. To-morrow night, perhaps, it said. But I don’t have to dance to-morrow night, she thought staring into the glass and sitting utterly motionless. Its thin whine rose keening to an ecstatic point and in the glass she saw it mar her throat with a small gray speck. She slapped savagely. It eluded her with a weary, practised skill, hanging fuzzily between her and the unshaded light.

My Lord, why do you want to go to Mandeville? she thought. Her palms flashed, smacking cleanly, and Jenny examined her hand with distaste. Where do they carry so much blood she wondered, rubbing her palm on the back of her stocking. And so young, too. I hope that’s the last one. It must have been, for there was no sound save a small lapping whisper of water and a troubling faraway suggestion of brass broken by a monotonous thumping of feet over her head. Dancing still. You really don’t have to dance at all, thought Jenny, yawning into the glass, examining with interest the

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 Gibson, J. C., 167

Gita, the Bhagavad, 244

Godfrey, George, 83

Gokhale, Gopal Krishna, 37, 50; the author meets, 51, 80, 177, 212; his visit to Tolstoy Farm, 248; tour in South Africa, 260 ff., 272 ff., 278, 306, 315, 321, 331, 338

Gokuldas, H., 281

Govindarajulu, V., 281

Greylingstad, 307-8

Griffin, Sir Lepel, 118

Gujarat, xiii, 23

Gujarati, 47, 99, 102, 132, 141-2, 241, 243, 247, 279

HABIB, SHETH HAJI, 102 ff., 108, 228 ff.

Harbatsinh, 311

Hardinge, Lord, 270, 315, 324, 325, 327

Heidelberg, 308

Henry, on finger prints, 101

Hertzog, General, 15, 227

Hind Swaraj (Indian Home Rule), 231, 232

Hindi, 102, 141, 247

Hindu, the, 52

Hobhouse, Miss, 181

Hosken, 111 ff., 131 ff., 180, 196

Hunger strike in jail, 226

Hunter, Sir W. W., 22, 66 ff., 118

Husen Daud, 217

IMAMSAHEB, 218

Indentured Indian labour, stopping of, xii

India, Government of, 21 ff.

Indian Ambulance Corps in the Boer War, 75

Indian immigration restricted in Natal, 31

Indian labourers reach Natal, 21; their condition bordering on slavery, 22, 23; Europeans’ agitation against them, 26; poll-tax imposed upon them upon expiry of indenture, 28; strike work, 282, 286 ff.; march into the Transvaal, 293 ff.; sent back to Natal and cruelly compelled to work, 314 ff.; but secure a repeal of the poll-tax in the end, 335

Indian Opinion, 97, 99, 108, 109, 141, 145, 177, 179 ff., 184, 186, 197, 198, 231, 234, 273, 278, 320

Indian settlers, their hardships in Natal, 26 ff.; in the Transvaal, 32 ff.; in Orangia, 35, 36; in the Cape Colony, 36 ff.; divided among themselves, 39-40; their resistance to an attempt to disfranchise them in Natal, 43; form ambulance corps in the Boer War, 75 ff.; undergo voluntary registration, 94; and get the Asiatic Ordinance as reward, 96 ff.; raise a Stretcher-bearer Corps in the Zulu ‘rebellion,’ 97 ff.; declare Satyagraha against the Asiatic Act, 102 ff.; send a deputation to England, 116 ff., inaugurate a fresh body for Satyagraha struggle, 128; send 150 of their number to jail, 152; reach with General Smuts a settlement, 154 ff.; which is repudiated, 189 ff.; send an ultimatum to the Transvaal Government, 198 ff.; make a bonfire of registration certificates, 202 ff.; charged with forcing fresh issue, 206 ff.; send a second deputation to England, 228 ff. etc.

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 north pole. By degrees my head, utterly overcome by a series of violent emotions, began to give way to hallucination. I was delirious. Had it not been for the powerful arms of Hans the guide, I should have broken my head against the granite masses of the shaft.

I have, in consequence, kept no account of what followed for many hours. I have a vague and confused remembrance of continual detonations, of the shaking of the huge granitic mass, and of the raft going round like a spinning top. It floated on the stream of hot lava, amidst a falling cloud of cinders. The huge flames roaring, wrapped us around.

A storm of wind which appeared to be cast forth from an immense ventilator roused up the interior fires of the earth. It was a hot incandescent blast!

At last I saw the figure of Hans as if enveloped in the huge halo of burning blaze, and no other sense remained to me but that sinister dread which the condemned victim may be supposed to feel when led to the mouth of a cannon, at the supreme moment when the shot is fired and his limbs are dispersed into empty space.

I opened my eyes I felt the hand of the guide clutching me firmly by the belt. With his other hand he supported my uncle. I was not grievously wounded, but bruised all over in the most remarkable manner. After a moment I looked around, and found that I was lying down on the slope of a mountain not two yards from a yawning gulf into which I should have fallen had I made the slightest false step. Hans had saved me from death, while I rolled insensible on the flanks of the crater.

"Where are we?" dreamily asked my uncle, who literally appeared to be disgusted at having returned to earth. The eider-down hunter simply shrugged his shoulders as a mark of total ignorance.

"In Iceland?" I replied, not positively but interrogatively.

"Nej," said Hans.


text: Poems for Workers (Gomez 1925)/In Trafalgar Square


text: Poems for Workers (Gomez 1925)/Slaves

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 "How do you mean?" cried the Professor; "no—what are your reasons?"

"Hans is wrong," said I, rising.

After all the innumerable surprises of this journey, a yet more singular one was reserved to us. I expected to see a cone covered by snow, by extensive and wide-spread glaciers, in the midst of the arid deserts of the extreme northern regions, beneath the full rays of a polar sky, beyond the highest latitudes. But contrary to all our expectations, I, my uncle, and the Icelander, were cast upon the slope of a mountain calcined by the burning rays of a sun which was literally baking us with its fires. I could not believe my eyes, but the actual heat which affected my body allowed me no chance of doubting. We came out of the crater half naked, and the radiant star from which we had asked nothing for two months, was good enough to be prodigal to us of light and warmth—a light and warmth we could easily have dispensed with.

When our eyes were accustomed to the light we had lost sight of so long, I used them to rectify the errors of my imagination. Whatever happened, we should have been at Spitzbergen, and I was in no humor to yield to anything but the most absolute proof.

After some delay, the Professor spoke. "Hem!" he said, in a hesitating kind of way, "it really does not look like Iceland."

"But supposing it were the island of Jean Mayen?" I ventured to observe.

"Not in the least, my boy. This is not one of the volcanoes of the north, with its hills of granite and its crown of snow."

"Nevertheless"

"Look, look, my boy," said the Professor, as dogmatically as usual. Right above our heads, at a great height, opened the crater of a volcano from which escaped, from one quarter of an hour to the other, with a very loud explosion, a lofty jet of flame mingled with pumice stone, cinders, and lava. I could feel the convulsions of nature in the mountain, which breathed like a huge whale, throwing up from time to time fire and air through its enormous vents.

Below, and floating along a slope of considerable angu-


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Now we shall struggle with the words of Saint Paul who says, "Let every person be subject to the governing authorities. For there is no authority except from God, and those that exist have been instituted by God."

The ruling princes of the Christian secular power find in these words their crowning witness, concluding that this text was given by Saint Paul to the Christians of Rome and that all princes are thereby established in their authority. And the doctors desire that this be accepted as faith by all Christians. As it was said to me by a doctor of the Prague University, namely, that I should believe it this way; that I am a heretic if I do not believe it.

Now we must be very careful to understand the words of Saint Paul, to see what he meant. He wrote to a small group of Christians in Rome, which was a pagan city ruled by pagan kings Paul makes a great distinction: he asks the Christians to be humbly subjected in all temporal matters. But it is quite another matter to ask them to elevate a ruler from Perhaps Jakoubek of Str̄i̍bro.

174*

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title: Mosquitoes (Faulkner)/Epilogue


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 larity, the stream of eruptive matter spread away to a depth which did not give the volcano a height of three hundred fathoms. Its base disappeared in a perfect forest of green trees, among which I perceived olives, fig trees, and vines loaded with rich grapes. Certainly this was not the ordinary aspect of the Arctic regions. About that there could not be the slightest doubt.

When the eye was satisfied at its glimpse of this verdant expanse it fell upon the waters of a lovely sea or beautiful lake, which made of this enchanted land an island of not many leagues in extent. Towards the setting sun, some distant shores were to be made out on the edge of the horizon. In one place appeared a prodigiously lofty cone, above the summit of which hung dark and heavy clouds.

"Where can we be?" I asked, speaking in a low and solemn voice.

Hans shut his eyes with an air of indifference, and my uncle looked on without clearly understanding. "Whatever this mountain may be," he said, at last, "I must confess it is rather warm. The explosions do not leave off, and I do not think it is worth while to have left the interior of a volcano and remain here to receive a huge piece of rock upon one's head. Let us carefully descend the mountain and discover the real state of the case. To confess the truth, I am dying of hunger and thirst."

Decidedly the Professor had ceased to be a truly reflective character. For myself, forgetting all my necessities, ignoring my fatigues and sufferings, I should have remained still for several hours longer—but it was necessary to follow my companions.

The slope of the volcano was very steep and slippery; we slid over piles of ashes, avoiding the streams of hot lava which glided about like fiery serpents. Still, while we were advancing, I spoke with extreme volubility, for my imagination was too full not to explode in words. "We are in Asia!" I exclaimed; we are on the coast of India, in the great Malay islands, in the center of Oceana. We have crossed the one half of the globe to come out right at the antipodes of Europe!"

"But the compass!" exclaimed my uncle; "explain that to me!"

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 tion. "I grant that is a difficulty. According to it, we have always been going northward."

"Then it lied."

"Hem—to say it lied is rather a harsh word," was my answer.

"Then we are at the north pole"

"The pole—no—well—well, I give it up," was my reply. The plain truth was, that there was no explanation possible. I could make nothing of it.

All the while we were approaching this beautiful verdure, hunger and thirst tormented me fearfully. Happily, after two long hours' march, a beautiful country spread out before us, covered by olives, pomegranates, and vines, which appeared to belong to anybody and everybody. In the state of destitution into which we had fallen, we were not particular to a grape.

What delight it was to press these delicious fruits to our lips, and to bite at grapes and pomegranates fresh from the vine. Not far off, near some fresh and mossy grass, under the delicious shade of some trees, I discovered a spring of fresh water, into which we voluptuously laved our faces, hands, and feet.

While we were all giving way to the delights of newfound pleasures, a little child appeared between two tufted olive trees. "Ah," cried I, "an inhabitant of this happy country."

The little fellow was poorly dressed, weak and suffering, and appeared terribly alarmed at our appearance. Half-naked, with tangled, matted and ragged beards, we did look supremely ill-favored; and unless the country was a bandit land, we were not unlikely to alarm the inhabitants!

Just as the boy was about to take to his heels, Hans ran after him, and brought him back, despite his cries and kicks. My uncle tried to look as gentle as possible, and then spoke in German. "What is the name of this mountain, my friend?"

The child made no reply.

"Good," said my uncle, with a very positive air of conviction, "we are not in Germany." He then made the same demand in English, of which language he was an excellent scholar.

The child shook its head and made no reply.


text: Poems for Workers (Gomez 1925)/Swear You'll Never Forget


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 pink and seemingly endless curve of her gullet, when the door opened and the girl, Patricia, entered the room. She wore a raincoat over her pajamas and Jenny saw her reflected face in the mirror.

“Hello,” she said.

“Hello,” the niece replied, “I thought you’d have stayed up there prancing around with ’em.”

“Lord,” Jenny said, “you don’t have to dance all your life, do you? You don’t seem to be there.”

The niece thrust her hands into the raincoat pockets and stared about the small room. “Don’t you close that window when you undress?” she asked. “Standing wide open like that”

Jenny put the mirror down. “That window? I don’t guess there’s anybody out there this time of night.”

The niece went to the port and saw a pale sky bisected laterally by a dark rigidity of water. The moon spread her silver hand on it; a broadening path of silver, and in the path the water came alive ceaselessly, no longer rigid. “I guess not,” she murmured. “The only man who could walk on water is dead Which one is yours?” She threw off the raincoat and turned toward the two berths. The lower garment of her pajamas was tied about her waist with a man’s frayed necktie.

“Is he?” Jenny murmured with detachment. “That one,” she answered vaguely, twisting her body to examine the back of one reverted leg. After a while she looked up. “That ain’t mine. That’s Mrs. What’s-her-name’s you are in.”

“Well, it don’t make any difference.” The niece lay flat, spreading her arms and legs luxuriously. “Gimme a cigarette. Have you got any?”

“I haven’t got any. I don’t smoke.” Jenny’s leg was satisfactory, so she unwrithed herself.

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175* their own Christian ranks and to defend their rights by force. It is one thing to teach Christians to be subject to foreign powers in reasonable matters, and it is another thing to rule and to appoint princes contrary to other princes.

(:The princes are committing a great sin if they twist the teaching of Jesus and his apostles in order to perpetuate pagan evils,:) to persecute the Christians for faith, to keep them in prison for faith, to execute them in the name of faith. (:Some of the executed men were saints, and often the princes-executioners were the worst criminals.:)

It was the same cruel pagan authority, filled with many stings, hiding true Christian religion behind a mock-faith, that caused suffering and martyrdom to the real faithful ones, to the faithful Hus and Jerome; the King of Hungary thus caused by his own hands, that they should attain heavenly glory.

Perhaps Jakoubek of Str̄i̍bro.

Jerome of Prague, a learned and eloquent champion of Wyclif's teachings, and a personal friend of John Hus, was burned in Constance as a heretic, on May 30, 1416. (John Hus was executed on July 6, 1415).

Emperor Sigismund ( 1419–1437)

Jerome of Prague, a learned and eloquent champion of Wyclif's teachings, and a personal friend of John Hus, was burned in Constance as a heretic, on May 30, 1416. (John Hus was executed on July 6, 1415).

Emperor Sigismund ( 1419–1437)

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 he had just waked up and a wind with music in it was coming across green hills brave in a clean dawn. Simple, like that.

She moved at last against his arm. “Maybe I can climb ın now. You better gimme a push, I guess.” His hand found her knee, slid down, and she raised her foot to his palm. He saw her flat boy’s body against the stars rising, and she was in the boat, leaning down to him. “Catch my hands,” she said, extending them, but for a time he didn’t move at all, but only clung to the gunwale and looked up at her with an utter longing, like that of a dog.

Mrs. Maurier lay in bed in her darkened room. There was a port just over the bed and a long pencil of moonlight came slanting through it, shattering upon the floor and filling the room with a cold, disseminated radiance. Upon the chair, vaguely, her clothes: a shapeless, familiar mass, comforting; and about her the intimate familiarity of her own possessions—her toilet things, her clothing, her very particular odor with which she had grown so familiar that she no longer noticed it at all.

She lay in bed—her bed, especially built for her, was the most comfortable on board—surrounded, lapped in security and easeful things, walled and secure within the bland, hushed planes of the bulkheads. A faint, happy sound came in to her: little tongues of water lapping ceaselessly alongside the yacht, against her yacht—that island of security that was always waiting to transport her comfortably beyond the rumors of the world and its sorrows; and beyond the yacht, space: water and sky and darkness and silence; a worn cold moon neither merry nor sad Mrs. Maurier lay in her easy bed, within her comfortable room, weeping long shuddering sobs: a passive terrible hysteria without a sound.

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So it happened that the authority in Rome of which Paul was speaking was pagan. And he exhorted the Christians to be patiently obedient to that authority (even though) it persecuted them for their faith. And those who have written chronicles of those days and of the Christian martyrdoms say there were thirteen emperors in Rome, from the time of Paul to the days of Constantine, and every one of them was a pagan murdering faithful Christians for their faith; they murdered Saint Peter, and thirty-five bishops after him, until the days of Sylvester, and all for faith This lasted three hundred and twenty years

(:Therefore it is wrong to construe from Paul's words that all authority is sanctioned by the Christian faith. Such assertions can be made only by priests who are intoxicated by the poison of power. Through power, they have converted faith into a lucrative business.:) And they pushed out the poor and humble Jesus; he is no more their ruler. 176*

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 that I was doing it wrong again. But I did it right, didn’t I?” The remote chill stars swung over them, and the decaying disc of the moon, over the empty world in which they clung by their hands, side by side. “I’m pretty near all in,” she admitted.

“It’s pretty hard,” he agreed, “until you’ve practised a lot. I’ll hold you up until you get your breath.” He put his arm around her under the water.

“I’m not all the way winded,” she protested, but by degrees she relaxed until he supported her whole weight, feeling her heart thumping against his palm, while she clung to the gunwale resting her bowed head upon her hands; and it was like he had been in a dark room and all of a sudden the lights had come on: simple, like that.

It was like one morning when he was in a bunch of hoboes riding a freight into San Francisco and the bulls had jumped them and they had had to walk in. Along the water front it was, and there were a lot of boats in the water, kind of rocking back and forth at anchor: he could see reflections of boats and of the piles of the wharves in the water, wavering back and forth; and after a while dawn had come up out of the smoke of the city, like a sound you couldn’t hear, and a lot of yellow and pink had come onto the water where the boats were rocking, and around the piles of the wharf little yellow lines seemed to come right up out of the water; and pretty soon there were gulls looking like they had pink and yellow feathers, slanting and wheeling around.

And it was like there was a street in a city, a street with a lot of trash in it, but pretty soon he was out of the street and in a place where trees were. It must be spring because the trees were not exactly bare, and yet they didn’t exactly have leaves on them, and there was a wind coming through the trees and he stopped and heard music somewhere; it was like

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of fruits and cereals, beans, melons, gourds, onions, garlic, wheat, and barley, and the seed grows a hundredfold. They have faith; they know the Law, the Mishnah, the Talmud, and the Hagadah No child, be it son or daughter, dies during the life-time of its parents, but they reach a third and fourth generation. They do all the field-work themselves, having no male nor female servants. They do not close their houses at night, for there is no thief or evil-doer among them. They have plenty of gold and silver; they sow flax, and cultivate the crimson-worm, and make beautiful garments The river Sambatyon is two hundred yards broad, about as far as a bow-shot. It is full of sand and stones, but without water; the stones make a great noise, like the waves of the sea and a stormy wind, so that in the night the noise is heard at a distance of half a day’s journey. There are fish in it, and all kinds of clean birds fly round it. And this river of stone and sand rolls during the six working-days,and rests on the Sabbath day. As soon as the Sabbath begins, fire surrounds the river, and the flames remain till the next evening, when the Sabbath ends. Thus no human being can reach the river for a distance of half a mile on either side; the fire consumes all that grows there.”

With wild rapture the Jews of the ninth century heard of these prosperous and powerful kingdoms. Hopes of a restoration to former dignity encouraged them to believe in the mythical narrative of Eldad,


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When Saint Paul said, "Let every soul be subject to higher powers," he was reminding the congregation of the faithful Christians in Rome to obey the pagan authority of Caesar. He had in mind their condition and righteousness.... He wanted them to avoid all conflict with the pagans, and to excel in Christian virtues, repaying no one evil for evil, but taking thought for what is noble in the sight of all. Abd, since it is noble in the sight of the pagans to pay taxes, let the Christians do likewise. Such subordination comes from humility.

These things befit the servants of God; they should be subject in humility not only to good but even bad authorities.

(:This subjection must be passive, however, and not of the character of an active participation.:) Rom. 12:17. 177*

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 “You know how now, all right. You just got the wrong hold that time. Try it again: see if you don’t know it.”

“You don’t mind?” she said with quick joy. “I won’t catch you wrong this time No, no: I might duck you again. I’d better learn it first.”

“Sure you won't,” he said. “You know how now. You won’t hurt me. Try it.” He turned onto his back.

“Gee, David,” she said. She slid her arm carefully across his chest and beneath his opposite arm. “That’s right? Now, I’m going.”

She held him carefully, intent on doing it correctly, while he encouraged her. But their progress was maddeningly slow: the boat seemed miles away, and so much of her effort was needed to keep her own head above water. Soon she was breathing faster, gulping air and then closing her mouth against the water her thrusting arm swirled up against her face. I will do it, I will do it, she told herself, but it was so much harder than it had looked. The skiff rose and fell against the stars, and mooned water bubbled about her. It would take more effort or she’d have to give up. And she’d drown before that.

The arm that held him was numb, and she swam harder, shifting her grip and again her hard elbow shut with strangling force upon his windpipe. But he was expecting it and without moving his body he twisted his head aside and filled his lungs and shut his mouth and eyes Soon she ceased swimming and her arm slid down again, holding him up, and he emptied his lungs and opened his eyes to remark the gunwale of the tender rising and falling against the sky above his head.

“I did make it,” she gasped, “I did make it. Are you all right?” she asked, panting. “I sure did it, David. I knew I could.” She clung to the skiff, resting her head upon her hands. “I thought for a while, when I had to change my hold,

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624 part of the perianth-tube. Ovary inferior; style short, conic; stigma small, 2–4-lobed; ovules 2–4. Fruit a globose or turbinate drupe crowned at the summit by the annular scar of the perianthsegments; exocarp more or less fleshy; endocarp hard, often rugose. Embryo linear, in the centre of the albumen.

1. F. Cunninghamii, Benth. and Hook. f. ex T. Kirk, Forest Fl. t. 75, 76.—A small slender tree 10–25 ft. high; trunk seldom more than 9 in. diam.; bark grey. Leaves alternate or more rarely opposite, extremely variable in shape, 2–5 in. long, ⅕–1 in. broad, linear-lanceolate or lanceolate to ovate-lanceolate or elliptic-oblong or obovate, acute or acuminate, narrowed into short petioles, quite entire, dark-green and glossy, veined, minutely punctate. Inflorescence axillary, of few- or many-flowered racemes or cymes, rarely reduced to few-flowered fascicles. Flowers small, ⅙–¼ in. diam., brownish-green, hermaphrodite or unisexual by abortion, the females the smallest. Perianth-tube hemispherical; segments 4–6, triangular, deciduous, each with a tuft of yellowish hairs at the base. Stamens the same number as the perianth-segments; filaments short, slender. Disc 4–6-lobed. Stigma 2–4-lobed. Drupe ⅓–½ in. long, narrow-turbinate, bright-red, crowned with the annular scar of the perianth -segments.—Santalum Cunninghamii, ''Hook. f. Fl. Nov. Zel. i. 223; Handb. N.Z. Fl.'' 247. S. Mida, ''Hook. Ic. Plant. t. 563, 575; Raoul, Choix,'' 42. Mida salicifolia, M. eucalyptoides, and M. myrtifolia, ''A. Cunn. Precur.'' n. 340, 341, 342.

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Shrubs or small trees. Leaves alternate or rarely opposite, often reduced to minute scales. Flowers minute, hermaphrodite or unisexual by abortion, in small axillary spikes or fascicles, each flower sessile or nearly so in a notch of the rhachis or axillary to a minute scale-like bract. Perianth inferior, divided to the base into 4–6 valvate segments. Stamens the same number as the perianth-segments and inserted near their base; filaments very short and broad;


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The second reason for Paul's words is this: (:Everything is to be done orderly and peacefully. The authorities have sometimes the same aim. And the Christians should help them in this, all the more considering that this is what God requires of them. Men of faith do good without waiting to be compelled to it by laws. Also, there are many who, being liberated through the grace of God from the burden of the old law, interpret this freedom as unchecked liberty, giving them a free hand to rebel against their overlords.:)

This thought of ten moves, even today, good and bad people who, greatly desiring freedom, think of how to humiliate and unseat their lords so that these will not override them. Therefore, Saint Peter, seeing this, calls this freedom a pretext for evil, which wrongly obstructs true freedom.

Desiring the freedom of Christ much too physically, they object to being subjected to higher powers which, however, enslave them as guilty, depriving them even of that little freedom of conscience and body they had. 1-Pet. 2:16.

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 limbs, while that swelling thing within her unfolded like an intricate poisonous flower, an intricate slow convolvul of petals that grew and faded, died and were replaced by other petals huger and more implacable. Her limbs were strange and cold: they were trembling. That dark flower of laughter, that secret hideous flower grew and grew until that entire world which was herself was become a slow implacable swirling of hysteria that rose in her throat and shook it as though with a myriad small hands while from overhead there came a thin saccharine strain spaced off by a heavy thumping of feet, where Fairchild was teaching Major Ayers the Charleston.

And soon, another sound; and the Nausikaa trembled and pulsed, girding herself with motion.

Mr. Talliaferro stood in the bows, letting the wind blow upon his face, amid his hair. The worn moon had risen and she spread her boneless hand upon the ceaseless water, and the cold remote stars swung overhead, cold and remote and incurious: what cared they for the haggard despair in his face, for the hushed despair in his heart? They had seen too much of human moiling and indecision and astonishments to be concerned over the fact that Mr. Talliaferro had got himself engaged to marry again.

Soon, a sound; and the Nausikaa trembled and pulsed, girding herself with motion.

Suddenly Fairchild stopped, raising his hand for silence. “What’s that?” he asked.

“What’s what?” responded Major Ayers, pausing also and staring at him.

“I thought I heard something fall into the water.” He crossed to the rail and leaned over it. Major Ayers followed him and they listened. But the dark restless water was un-

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Author:Arturo M. Giovannitti

Poetry

 * "When the Cock Crows" in Poems for Workers: An Anthology (1925)

title: Author:Arturo M. Giovannitti