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 Rh (Sweden), by Charles XII. In 1716, he left home for four years, and visited the universities of England, Holland, France, and Germany. He performed a notable feat of engineering in 1718, at the siege of Fredericshall, by hauling two galleys, five boats, and a sloop some fourteen English miles overland, for the royal service. In 1721 he journeyed over Europe, to examine mines and smelting works. He published in 1716 his 'Daedalus Hyperboreous,' and from this time for the next thirty years was employed in the composition and publication of his scientific works.

"In 1743, when he was fifty-four years old, what is called his illumination began. He ceased to publish any more scientific books, withdrew himself from his practical labors, and devoted himself to the writing and publication of his voluminous theological works, which were printed at his own expense, or that of the Duke of Brunswick, or other prince, at Dresden, Leipsic, London, or Amsterdam. … The clergy interfered a little with the importation and publication of his religious works; but he seems to have kept the friendship of men in power. He was never married. He had great modesty and gentleness of bearing. His habits were simple; he lived on bread, milk and vegetables; and he lived in a house situated in a large garden. …

"The genius which was to penetrate the science of the age with a far more subtle science; to pass the bounds of space and time: venture into the dim spirit-realm, and attempt to establish a new religion in the world,—began


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 12 its lessons in quarries and forges, in the smelting-pot and crucible, in ship-yards and dissecting rooms. … He anticipated much science of the nineteenth century; anticipated, in astronomy, the discovery of the seventh planet—but, unhappily, not also of the eighth; anticipated the views of modern astronomy in regard to the generation of the earth by the sun; in navigation, some important experiments and conclusions of later students; in chemistry, the atomic theory; in anatomy, the discoveries of Schlichting, Monro, and Wilson; and first demonstrated the office of the lungs. … A colossal soul, he lies vast abroad on his times, uncomprehended by them, and requires a long local distance to be seen. …

"The thoughts in which he lived, were the universality of each law in Nature; the Platonic doctrine of the scale or degrees; the version or conversion of each into the other; the fine secret that little explains large, and large little; the centrality of man in Nature, and the connection that subsists throughout all things; he saw that the human body was strictly universal, or an instrument through which the soul feeds and is fed by the whole of matter; so that he held, in exact antagonism to the skeptics, that 'the wiser a man is, the more will he be a worshipper of the Deity.' In short. he was a believer in the identity-philosophy, which he held not idly, as the dreamers of Berlin or Boston, but which he experimented with and established through years of labor, with the heart and strength of the rudest Viking that his rough Sweden ever sent to battle.


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 Rh "This theory dates from the oldest philosophy, and derives perhaps its best illustration from the newest. It is this: That Nature iterates her means perpetually on successive planes. In the old aphorism, Nature is always self-similar. In the plant, the eye or germinative point opens to a leaf, then to another leaf, with the power of transforming the leaf into radicle, stamen, pistil, petal, bract, sepal, or seed. The whole art of the plant is still to repeat leaf on leaf without end, the more or less of heat, light, moisture and food, determining the form it shall assume. In the animal, Nature makes a vertebra, or a spine of vertebrae, and helps herself by a new spine, with a limited power of modifying its form,—spine on spine, to the end of the world.

"A poetic anatomist, in our own day, teaches that a snake, being a horizontal line, and man, being an erect line, constitute a right angle; and, between the lines of this mystical quadrant, all animated beings find their place; and he assumes the hair-worm, the span-worm, or the snake, as the type or prediction of the spine.

"Manifestly, at the end of the spine, Nature puts out smaller spines, as arms; at the end of the arms, new spines, as hands; at the other end she repeats the process, as legs and feet. At the top of the column, she puts out another spine, which doubles or loops itself over, as a span-worm, into a ball, and forms the skull, with extremities again; the hands being now the upper jaw, the feet the lower jaw, the fingers and toes being represented this time


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 14 by upper and lower teeth. This new spine is destined to high uses. It is a new man on the shoulders oi the last. it can almost shed its trunk, and manage to live alone, according to the Platonic idea in the Timaeus. Within it, on a higher plane, all that was done in the trunk repeats itself.

"Nature recites her lesson once more in a higher mood. The mind is a finer body, and resumes its functions of feeding, digesting, absorbing, excluding, and generating, in a new and ethereal element. Here, in the brain, is all the process of alimentation repeated, in the acquiring, comparing, digesting, and assimilating of experience. Here again is the mystery of generation repeated. in the brain are male and female faculties; here is marriage, here is fruit.

"And there is no limit to this ascending scale, but series on series. Everything, at the end of one use, is taken up into the next, each series punctually repeating every organ and process of the last. We are adapted to infinity. We are hard to please, and love nothing which ends; and in Nature is no end; but everything, at the end of one use, is lifted into a superior, and the ascent of these things climbs into demonias and celestial natures. Creative force, like a musical composer, goes on unweariedly repeating a simple air or theme, ten thousand times reverberated, till it fills earth and heaven with the chant. …

"The 'Animal Kingdom' is a book of wonderful merits. It was written with the highest end—to put science and the soul, long


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 Rh estranged from each other, at one again. It was an anatomist's account of the human body, in the highest style of poetry. Nothing can exceed the bold and brilliant treatment of a subject usually so dry and repulsive. Swedenborg saw Nature 'wreathing through an everlasting spiral, with wheels that never dry, on axles that never creak,' and sometimes sought 'to uncover those secret recesses where Nature is sitting at the fires in the depths of her laboratory;' whilst the picture comes recommended by the hard fidelity with which it is based on practical anatomy. … He knows, if he only, the flowing of Nature, and how wise was that old answer of Amasis to him who bade him drink upon the sea—'Yes, willingly, if you will stop the rivers that flow in.' Few knew as much about Nature and her subtle manners, or expressed more subtly her goings. He thought as large a demand is made on our faith by Nature, as by miracles. He noted that in her proceeding from first principle through her several subordinations, there was no state through which she did not pass, as if her path lay through all things. … For as often as she betakes herself upward from visible phenomena, or, in other words, withdraws herself inward, she instantly, as it were, disappears, while no one knows what has become of her, or whither she is gone; so that it is necessary to take science as a guide in pursuing her steps.'"

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16 Part 3—Other forms of assistance Introduction 27Provision of assistance

(1) The powers conferred by this Part on the Secretary of State are exercisable for the purpose of providing assistance to the ICC in relation to investigations or prosecutions where—
 * (a) an investigation has been initiated by the ICC, and
 * (b) the investigation and any proceedings arising out of it have not been concluded.

(2) Where facsimile transmission is used—
 * (a) for the making of a request by the ICC or the transmission of any supporting documents, or
 * (b) for the transmission of any document in consequence of such a request,this Part applies as if the documents so sent were the originals of the documents so transmitted.Any such document shall be receivable in evidence accordingly.

(3) Nothing in this Part shall be read as preventing the provision of assistance to the ICC otherwise than under this Part. Forms of assistance 28Questioning

(1) This section applies where the Secretary of State receives a request from the ICC for assistance in questioning a person being investigated or prosecuted.

(2) The person concerned shall not be questioned in pursuance of the request unless—
 * (a) he has been informed of his rights under article 55, and
 * (b) he consents to be interviewed.

(3) The provisions of article 55 are set out in Schedule 3 to this Act.

(4) Consent for the purposes of subsection (2)(b) may be given—
 * (a) by the person himself, or
 * (b) in circumstances in which it is inappropriate for the person to act for himself, by reason of his physical or mental condition or his youth, by an appropriate person acting on his behalf.

(5) Such consent may be given orally or in writing, but if given orally it shall be recorded in writing as soon as is reasonably practicable.

29Taking or production of evidence

(1) This section applies where the Secretary of State receives a request from the ICC for assistance in the taking or production of evidence.


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International Criminal Court Act 2001 (c. 17) Part 3—Other forms of assistance For this purpose “evidence” includes documents and other articles.

(2) The Secretary of State may nominate a court in England and Wales or Northern Ireland to receive the evidence to which the request relates.

(3) For this purpose the nominated court—
 * (a) has the same powers with respect to securing the attendance of witnesses and the production of documents or other articles as it has for the purpose of other proceedings before the court; and
 * (b) may take evidence on oath.

(4) A person shall not be compelled to give evidence or produce anything in proceedings under this section that he could not be compelled to give or produce in criminal proceedings in the part of the United Kingdom in which the nominated court has jurisdiction.

(5) If in order to comply with the request it is necessary for the evidence received by the court to be verified in any manner, the notice nominating the court shall specify the nature of the verification required.

(6) No order for costs shall be made in proceedings under this section.

30Taking or production of evidence: further provisions

(1) The following provisions apply in relation to proceedings before a nominated court under section 29 and the evidence received in the proceedings.

(2) The court may, if it thinks it necessary in order to protect—
 * (a) victims and witnesses, or a person alleged to have committed an ICC crime, or
 * (b) confidential or sensitive information,

direct that the public be excluded from the court.

(3) The court shall ensure that a register is kept of the proceedings that indicates, in particular—
 * (a) which persons with an interest in the proceedings were present,
 * (b) which of those persons were represented and by whom, and
 * (c) whether any of those persons was denied the opportunity of cross-examining a witness as to any part of his testimony.

(4) The register shall not be open to inspection except as authorised by the Secretary of State or with the leave of the court.

(5) A copy of the register of the proceedings shall be sent to the Secretary of State for transmission to the ICC.

31Service of process

(1) This section applies where the Secretary of State receives from the ICC a summons or other document together with a request for it to be served on a person in England, Wales or Northern Ireland.

(2) The Secretary of State may direct the chief officer of police for the area in which the person appears to be to cause the document to be personally served on him.

(3) If the document is so served, the chief officer of police shall forthwith inform the Secretary of State when and how it was served.


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18 Part 3—Other forms of assistance (4) If it does not prove possible to serve the document, the chief officer of police shall forthwith inform the Secretary of State of that fact and of the reason.

(5) In the application of this section to Northern Ireland the reference to the chief officer of police shall be read as a reference to the Chief Constable of the Royal Ulster Constabulary.

32Transfer of prisoner to give evidence or assist in investigation

(1) This section applies where the Secretary of State receives a request from the ICC for the temporary transfer of a prisoner to the ICC for purposes of identification or for obtaining testimony or other assistance.

(2) Where the prisoner is detained in Scotland, the Secretary of State shall transmit the request to the Scottish Ministers.

(3) The relevant Minister may issue a warrant (a “transfer warrant”) requiring the prisoner to be delivered up, in accordance with arrangements made by the relevant Minister with the ICC, into the custody of the ICC.

(4) A transfer warrant shall not be issued unless the prisoner consents to the transfer, but consent may not be withdrawn after the issue of the warrant.

(5) The following provisions of Part 2 of this Act apply in relation to a transfer warrant under this section as they apply in relation to a delivery order under that Part—
 * section 15 (effect of delivery order), and
 * section 24 and Schedule 2 (delivery up of persons subject to criminal proceedings, &c.).

(6) In this section “prisoner” means—
 * (a) a person serving a sentence in a prison to which the Prison Act 1952 (c. 52) or the Prison Act (Northern Ireland) 1953 (c. 18 (N.I.)) applies,
 * (b) a person serving a sentence in a prison, or in a young offenders institution, to which the Prisons (Scotland) Act 1989 (c. 45) applies,
 * (c) a person serving a sentence of detention or imprisonment imposed by a service court,
 * (d) a person detained in custody otherwise than in pursuance of a sentence, including in particular—
 * (i) a person in custody awaiting trial or sentence,
 * (ii) a person committed to prison for contempt or for default in paying a fine,
 * (iii) a person in custody in connection with proceedings to which Part 2 or 3 of Schedule 2 applies (extradition or other delivery proceedings),
 * (iv) a person detained under any provision of the Immigration Act 1971 (c. 77).

(7) For the purposes of the Immigration Acts (within the meaning of the Immigration and Asylum Act 1999 (c. 33)) a person detained under any provision of the Immigration Act 1971 is not to be regarded as having left the United Kingdom at any time when a transfer warrant is in force in respect of him (including any time when he is in the custody of the ICC).

(8) In this section, “the relevant Minister” means—


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International Criminal Court Act 2001 (c. 17) Part 3—Other forms of assistance :(a) in relation to a person detained in England and Wales or Northern Ireland, the Secretary of State;
 * (b) in relation to a person detained in Scotland, the Scottish Ministers.

33Entry, search and seizure

(1) This section applies where the Secretary of State receives from the ICC a request for assistance which appears to him to require the exercise of any of the powers conferred by Part 2 of the Police and Criminal Evidence Act 1984 (c. 60) or, in Northern Ireland, Part III of the Police and Criminal Evidence (Northern Ireland) Order 1989 (S.I. 1989/1341 (N.I. 12)) (powers of entry, search and seizure).

(2) The Secretary of State may direct a constable to apply for a warrant or order under the relevant Part, which shall apply in relation to an ICC crime as it applies to a serious arrestable offence.

34Taking of fingerprints or non-intimate sample

(1) The provisions of Schedule 4 have effect with respect to the taking of fingerprints or a non-intimate sample in response to a request from the ICC for assistance in obtaining evidence as to the identity of a person.

(2) In subsection (1) and that Schedule “fingerprints” and “non-intimate sample” have the meaning given by section 65 of the Police and Criminal Evidence Act 1984 or, in Northern Ireland, Article 53 of the Police and Criminal Evidence (Northern Ireland) Order 1989.

35Orders for exhumation

Proceedings before the ICC in respect of an ICC crime are criminal proceedings for the purposes of section 23 of the Coroners Act 1988 (c. 13) or section 11 of the Coroners Act (Northern Ireland) 1959 (c. 15(N.I.)) (power of coroner to order exhumation).

36Provision of records and documents

(1) This section applies where the Secretary of State receives a request from the ICC for the provision of records and documents relating to—
 * (a) the evidence given in any proceedings in England and Wales or Northern Ireland in respect of conduct that would constitute an ICC crime, or
 * (b) the results of any investigation of such conduct with a view to such proceedings.

(2) The Secretary of State shall take such steps as appear to him to be appropriate to obtain the records and documents requested, and on their being produced to him he shall transmit them to the ICC.

37Investigation of proceeds of ICC crime

(1) Where the Secretary of State receives a request from the ICC for assistance—
 * (a) in ascertaining whether a person has benefited from an ICC crime, or


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had just finished the sparse breakfast of coffee and dry toast, which was all he ever allowed himself, when Knighton entered the room.

"Mr. Goby is below, sir, waiting to see you."

The millionaire glanced at the clock. It was just half-past nine.

"All right," he said curtly. "He can come up."

A minute or two later, Mr. Goby entered the room. He was a small, elderly man, shabbily dressed, with eyes that looked carefully all round the room, and never at the person he was addressing.

"Good morning, Goby," said the millionaire. "Take a chair."

"Thank you, Mr. Van Aldin."

Mr. Goby sat down with his hands on his knees, and gazed earnestly at the radiator.

"I have got a job for you."

"Yes, Mr. Van Aldin?"

"My daughter is married to the Hon. Derek Kettering, as you may perhaps know."

Mr. Goby transferred his gaze from the radiator to the left-hand drawer of the desk, and permitted a deprecating smile to pass over his face. Mr. Goby knew a great many things, but he always hated to admit the fact.


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20 Part 3—Other forms of assistance :(b) in identifying the extent or whereabouts of property derived directly or indirectly from an ICC crime,the Secretary of State may direct a constable to apply for an order or warrant under Schedule 5.

(2) In that Schedule—
 * Part 1 makes provision for production or access orders,
 * Part 2 makes provision for the issuing of search warrants, and
 * Part 3 contains supplementary provisions.

38Freezing orders in respect of property liable to forfeiture

Where the Secretary of State receives a request from the ICC for assistance in the freezing or seizure of proceeds, property and assets or instrumentalities of crime for the purpose of eventual forfeiture, he may—
 * (a) authorise a person to act on behalf of the ICC for the purposes of applying for a freezing order, and
 * (b) direct that person to apply for such an order under Schedule 6.

National security 39Production or disclosure prejudicial to national security

(1) Nothing in any of the provisions of this Part, or any corresponding provision of an Act of the Scottish Parliament, requires or authorises the production of documents, or the disclosure of information, which would be prejudicial to the security of the United Kingdom.

(2) For the purposes of any such provision a certificate signed by or on behalf of the Secretary of State to the effect that it would be prejudicial to the security of the United Kingdom for specified documents to be produced, or for specified information to be disclosed, is conclusive evidence of that fact. Supplementary provisions 40Verification of material

If in order to comply with a request of the ICC it is necessary for any evidence or other material obtained under this Part to be verified in any manner, the Secretary of State may give directions as to the nature of the verification required.

41Transmission of material to the ICC

(1) Any evidence or other material obtained under this Part by a person other than the Secretary of State, together with any requisite verification, shall be sent to the Secretary of State for transmission to the ICC.

(2) Where any evidence or other material is to be transmitted to the ICC, there shall be transmitted—
 * (a) where the material consists of a document, the original or a copy, and
 * (b) where the material consists of any other article, the article itself or a photograph or other description of it,


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186

“Art thou Sickness, tempest-carried,

Tempest-carried, wind-conducted,

And a gift from wind of springtime,

By the frosty air led hither,

On the path of air conducted,

On the sledge-way of the spring-wind,

Then upon the trees repose not,

Rest thou not upon the alders,

Hasten to the copper mountain,

Hasten to its copper summit,

Let the wind convey thee thither,

Guarded by the wind of springtide.

“But if thou from heaven descended,

From the rainless clouds’ broad margins,

Then again ascend to heaven,

Once again in air arise thou,

To the clouds where rain is falling,

To the stars that ever twinkle,

That thou there mayst burn like fire,

And that thou mayst shine and sparkle

On the sun’s own path of splendour,

And around the moon’s bright circle.

“If thou art some pest of water,

Hither drifted by the sea-waves,

Let the pest return to water,

Journey back amid the sea-waves,

To the walls of muddy castles,

To the crests of waves like mountains,

There amid the waves to welter,

Rocking on the darkling billows.

“Cam’st thou from the heaths of Kalma,

From the realms of the departed,

To thy home return thou quickly,

To the dark abodes of Kalma,

To the land upheaved in hillocks,

To the land that quakes for ever,

Where the people fall in battle,

And a mighty host has perished.

“If thou foolishly hast wandered

From the depths of Hiisi’s forest,

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International Criminal Court Act 2001 (c. 17) Part 3—Other forms of assistance as may be necessary to comply with the request of the ICC.

Sentences of imprisonment 42Detention in the United Kingdom in pursuance of ICC sentence

(1) This section applies where—
 * (a) the United Kingdom is designated by the ICC as the state in which a person (“the prisoner”) is to serve a sentence of imprisonment imposed by the ICC, and
 * (b) the Secretary of State informs the ICC that the designation is accepted.

(2) Where the Secretary of State is minded that the prisoner should be detained in Scotland—
 * (a) he shall consult the Scottish Ministers, and
 * (b) if the Scottish Ministers agree that the prisoner should be detained in Scotland, they shall issue a warrant authorising the bringing of the prisoner to Scotland.

(3) Where subsection (2) does not apply or the Scottish Ministers do not agree, the Secretary of State shall issue a warrant authorising—
 * (a) the bringing of the prisoner to England and Wales or Northern Ireland,
 * (b) the detention of the prisoner there in accordance with the sentence of the ICC, and
 * (c) the taking of the prisoner to a specified place where he is to be detained.The provisions of the warrant may be varied by the Secretary of State, and shall be so varied to give effect to any variation of the ICC’s sentence.

(4) A prisoner subject to a warrant authorising his detention in England and Wales or Northern Ireland shall be treated for all purposes, subject to subsection (5) and Schedule 7, as if he were subject to a sentence of imprisonment imposed in exercise of its criminal jurisdiction by a court in the part of the United Kingdom in which he is to be detained.

(5) The following enactments do not apply to a person detained in pursuance of a sentence of the ICC—
 * (a) the Repatriation of Prisoners Act 1984 (c. 47),
 * (b) Schedule 1 to the Crime (Sentences) Act 1997 (c. 43) (transfer of prisoners within the British Islands).

As to transfer of such a person within the United Kingdom, see sections 44 and 45 below.

(6) Schedule 7 excludes the operation of certain statutory provisions in relation to a person detained in England and Wales or Northern Ireland in pursuance of a sentence of the ICC.


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"This is a fearful precipice, but I dare look upon it. What, indeed, may I not dare—what have I not dared! I look before me, and the prospect, to most men full of terrors, has few or none for me. Without adopting too greatly the spirit of cant which makes it a familiar phrase in the mouths of the many, death to me will prove a release from many strifes and terrors. I do not fear death. I look behind me, and though I may regret my crimes, they give me no


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Runo XVII]

From the nest amid the pine-trees,

From thy home among the fir-trees,

Then I drive thee forth and ban thee,

To the depths of Hiisi’s forest,

To thy home among the fir-trees,

To thy nest among the pine-trees.

There thou mayst remain for ever,

Till the flooring-planks have rotted,

And the wooden walls are mildewed,

And the roof shall fall upon you.

“I will drive thee forth and ban thee,

Drive thee forth, O evil creature,

Forth unto the old bear’s dwelling,

To the lair of aged she-bear,

To the deep and swampy valleys,

To the ever-frozen marshes,

To the swamps for ever quaking,

Quaking underneath the footsteps,

To the ponds where sport no fishes,

Where no perch are ever noticed.

“But if there thou find’st no refuge,

Further yet will I then ban thee,

To the furthest bounds of Pohja,

To the distant plains of Lapland,

To the barren treeless tundras,

To the country where they plough not,

Where is neither moon nor sunlight,

Where the sun is never shining.

There a charming life awaits thee,

There to roam about at pleasure.

In the woods the elks are lurking.

In the woods men hunt the reindeer,

That a man may still his hunger,

And may satisfy his craving.

“Even further yet I ban thee,

Banish thee, and drive thee onward,

To the mighty falls of Rutja,

To the fiercely raging whirlpool,

Thither where the trees have fallen,

And the fallen pines are rolling,

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6 compunctious apprehensions. They were among the occurrences known to, and a necessary sequence in the progress of time and the world's circumstance. They might have been committed by another as well as by myself. They must have been committed! I was but an instrument in the hands of a power with which I could not contend.

Yet, what a prospect, does this backward glance afford! How full of colors and character—How variously dark and bright. I am dazzled and confounded at the various phases of my own life. I wonder at the prodigious strides which my own feet have taken—and as I live and must die, I am bold to declare,—in half the number of instances, without my own consciousness. Should I be considered the criminal, in deeds so committed?


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. For Tommy, is it? Yes, the envelope's addressed to him, but maybe there's another letter inside. Maybe you've arranged—if you hadn't, you wouldn't have hidden while you were writing it. You would have told me. What do you care if I know what you write to Tommy?

. I wish you did.

. I will, then. Give it to me!

. Let go! Let go!

. Oh! I can't… I am choking. Oh!…

. Now you see.

. My God!

. What is the matter with Donina?

. Nothing… Nothing…

. She's crazy. She wants to read a letter I've written to a friend. I can't stand it any longer. Because you pay me you think it's easy—I have an easy life. But I don't. If it wasn't

. They pay you? If it wasn't? What do you mean?

. Nunu! Why do you tease Donina?

. That's the only way he can enjoy himself—and I have given my life for him, yes, my soul! Because I am dying for him… It was for him that I killed him, it was for him that I lost my soul!

. Donina! What have you done, you fool? [Aside to ] Couldn't you wait?

. Wait? I've waited long enough. I can't stand it any more. So you'd like to read that letter? You want to know what I've written to my friend? Well, then, read it! Read it!

. [Snatching the letter] Ah!

. Read it! It isn't my fault.


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 here, sir; here's a oyster stall to every half-dozen houses. The street's lined vith 'em. Blessed if don't think that ven a man's wery poor, he rushes out of his lodgings, and eats oysters in reg'lar desperation."

"To be sure he does," said Mr. Weller senior; "and it's just the same vith pickled salmon!"

"Those are two very remarkable facts, which never occurred to me before," said Mr. Pickwick. "The very first place we stop at, I'll make a note of them."

By this time they had reached the turnpike at Mile End; a profound silence prevailed until they had got two or three miles further on, when Mr. Weller senior, turning suddenly to Mr. Pickwick, said:

"Wery queer life is a pike-keeper's, sir."

"A what?" said Mr. Pickwick.

"A pike-keeper."

"What do you mean by a pike-keeper?" inquired Mr. Peter Magnus.

"The old 'un means a turnpike keeper, gen'lm'n," observed Mr. Samuel Weller, in explanation.

"Oh," said Mr. Pickwick, "I see. Yes; very curious life. Very uncomfortable."

"They're all on 'em men as has met vith some disappointment in life," said Mr. Weller senior.

"Ay, ay?" said Mr. Pickwick.

"Yes. Consequence of vich, they retires from the world, and shuts themselves up in pikes; partly vith the view of being solitary, and partly to rewenge themselves on mankind, by takin' tolls."

"Dear me," said Mr. Pickwick, "I never knew that before."

"Fact, sir," said Mr. Weller; "if they was gen'lm'n you'd call 'em misanthropes, but as it is, they only takes to pike-keepin'."

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 this head, he felt a solemn presentiment, first, that the red bag was mislaid, and next that the striped bag had been stolen, and then that the brown-paper parcel "had come untied." At length when he had received ocular demonstration of the groundless nature of each and every of these suspicions, he consented to climb up to the roof of the coach, observing that now he had taken every thing off his mind, he felt quite comfortable and happy.

"You're given to nervousness, an't you, sir?" inquired Mr. Weller senior, eyeing the stranger askance, as he mounted to his place.

"Yes; I always am rather, about these little matters," said the stranger, "but I am all right now-quite right."

"Well, that's a blessin'," said Mr. Weller. Sammy, help your master up to the box: t'other leg, sir, that's it; give us your hand, sir. Up with you. You was a lighter weight when you was a boy, sir."

"True enough, that, Mr. Weller," said the breathless Mr. Pickwick, good humouredly, as he took his seat on the box beside him.

"Jump up in front, Sammy," said Mr. Weller. "Now Villam, run 'em out. Take care o' the archvay, y, gen'lm'n. 'Heads,' as the pieman says. That'll do, Villam. Let 'em alone." And away went the coach up Whitechapel, to the admiration of the whole population of that pretty-densely populated quarter.

"Not a wery nice neighbourhood this, sir," said Sam, with a touch of the hat, which always preceded his entering into conversation with his master.

"It is not indeed, Sam," replied Mr. Pickwick, surveying the crowded and filthy street through which they were passing.

"It's a wery remarkable circumstance, sir," said Sam, "that poverty and oysters always seems to go together."

"I don't understand you, Sam," said Mr. Pickwick.

"What I mean, sir," said Sam, "is, that the poorer a place is, the greater call there seems to be for oysters. Look


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MARTIN FABER. Had not my arm been impelled—had not my mood been prompted by powers and an agency apart form my own, I had not struck the blow. The demon was not of me, though presiding over, and prevailing within, me. Let those who may think, when the blood is boiling in their temples, analyze its throbs and the source of its impulses. I cannot. I am a fatalist. Enough for me that it was written!

My name is Martin Faber. I am of good family—of German extraction—the only son. I was born in M—— village, and my parents were recognized as among the first in respectability and fortune of the place. The village was small—numbering some sixty families; and with a naturally strong and shrewd, and a somewhat improved mind, my father, Nicholas Faber, became the first man in it.


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 "A very good name, indeed," said Mr. Pickwick, wholly unable to repress a smile.

"Yes, I think it is," resumed Mr. Magnus. "There's a good name before it, too, you will observe. Permit me, sir if you hold the card a little slanting, this way, you catch the light upon the up-stroke. There—Peter Magnus—sounds well, I think, sir." bud "Very," said Mr. Pickwick.

"Curious circumstance about those initials, sir," said Mr. Magnus. "You will observe—P.M.—post meridian. In hasty notes to intimate acquaintance, I sometimes sign myself 'Afternoon.' It amuses my friends very much, Mr. Pickwick."

"It is calculated to afford them the highest gratification, I should conceive," said Mr. Pickwick, rather envying the ease with which Mr. Magnus's friends were entertained.

"Now, gen'lm'n," said the hostler, "coach is ready, if you please."

"Is all my luggage in?" inquired Mr. Magnus.

"All right, sir."

"Is the red bag in?"

"All right, sir."

"And the striped bag?"

"Fore boot, sir."

"And the brown-paper parcel?"

"Under the seat, sir."

"And the leather hat-box?"

"They're all in, sir."

"Now, will you get up?" said Mr. Pickwick.

"Excuse me," replied Magnus, standing on the wheel. "Excuse me, Mr. Pickwick. I cannot consent to get up, in this state of uncertainty. I am quite satisfied from that man's manner, that that leather hat-box is not in."

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 "Going outside?" said the red-haired man. Mr. Pickwick bowed again.

"Bless my soul, how remarkable—I am going outside, too," said the red-haired man: "we are positively going together."

And the red-haired man, who was an important-looking, sharp-nosed, mysterious-spoken personage, with a bird-like habit of giving his head a jerk every time he said anything, smiled as if he had made one of the strangest discoveries that ever fell to the lot of human wisdom.

"I am happy in the prospect of your company, sir," said Mr. Pickwick.

"Ah," said the new-comer, "it's a good thing for both of us, isn't it? Company, you see—company is—is—it's a very different thing from solitude—ain't it?"

"There's no denying that 'ere," said Mr. Weller, joining in the conversation, with an affable smile. "That's what I call a self-evident proposition, as the dog's-meat man said, when the house-maid told him he warn't a gentleman."

"Ah," said the red-haired man, surveying Mr. Weller from head to foot with a supercilious look. "Friend of yours, sir?"

"Not exactly a friend," replied Mr. Pickwick in a low tone.

"The fact is, he is my servant, but I allow him to take a good many liberties; for, between ourselves, I flatter myself he is an original, and I am rather proud of him."

"Ah," said the red-haired man, "that, you see, is a matter of taste. I am not fond of anything original; I don't like it; don't see the necessity for it. What's your name, sir?"

"Here is my card, sir," replied Mr. Pickwick, much amused by the abruptness of the question, and the singular manner of the stranger.

"Ah," said the red-haired man, placing the card in his pocket-book, "Pickwick; very good. I like to know a man's name, it saves so much trouble. That's my card, sir, Magnus, you will perceive, sir—Magnus is my name. It's rather a good name, I think, sir?"


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8 The village of M——, was one of those that always keep stationary. The prospect was slight, therefore, and our family declining in influence. My father, on the contrary, grew every day stronger in the estimation of the people. He was their oracle—their counsellor—his word was law, and there were no rival pretension set up in opposition to his supremacy. Would this had been less the case! Had Nicholas Faber been more his own, than the creature of others, Martin, his son, had not now obliterated all the good impressions of his family, and been called upon, not only to recount his disgrace and crime, but to pay its penalties. Had he bestowed more of his time in the regulation of his household, and less upon public affairs, the numberless vicious propensities, strikingly marked in me


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 wish you could ha' seen the shepherd walkin' into the ham and muffins. I never see such a chap to eat and drink; never. The red-nosed man warn't by no means the sort of person you'd like to grub by contract, but he was nothin' to the shepherd. Well; arter the tea was over, they sang another hymn, and then the shepherd began to preach: and wery well he did it, considerin' how heavy them muffins must have lied on his chest. Presently he pulls up, all of a sudden, and hollers out Where is the sinner; where is the mis'rable sinner?' Upon which, all the women looked at me, and began to groan as if they was a dying. I thought it was rather sing'ler, but hows'ever, I says nothing. Presently he pulls up again, and lookin' wery hard at me, says, 'Where is the sinner; where is the mis'rable sinner?' and all the women groans again, ten times louder than afore. I got rather wild at this, so I takes a step or two for'ard and says, 'My friend,' says I, 'did you apply that 'ere obserwation to me?' 'Stead of begging my pardon as any gen'lm'n would ha' done, he got more abusive than ever: called me a wessel, Sammy—a wessel of wrath—and all sorts o' names. So my blood being reg'larly up, I first give him two or three for himself, and then two or three more to hand over to the man with the red nose, and walked off. I wish you could ha' heard how the women screamed, Sammy, ven they picked up the shepherd from under the tableHallo! here's the governor, the size of life."

As Mr. Weller spoke, Mr. Pickwick dismounted from a cab, and entered the yard.

"Fine mornin', sir," said Mr. Weller senior.

"Beautiful indeed," replied Mr. Pickwick.

"Beautiful indeed," echoed a red-haired man with an inquisitive nose and blue spectacles, who had unpacked himself from a cab at the same moment as Mr. Pickwick. "Going to Ipswich, sir?"

"I am," replied Mr. Pickwick.

"Extraordinary coincidence. So am I."

Mr. Pickwick bowed.


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. What does it say?

. [Falling flat upon the ground] Mother of God!

. What have you done? Donina! Donina!

. It wasn't my fault.

. Imperia, Donina is dying.

. Donina! My Donina!

. Leave me! Let me die. You have deceived me. Everybody has deceived me.

. What is the matter? This letter?… What is in this letter?

. Leave me! Leave me!

. Ah! You have killed her.

. It wasn't my fault; she wanted to read it. I've stood it long enough. Let me go!

. Go? You forget that I have you in my parole, you coward! I thought that if I paid your price, I could make of you what I pleased, whether it was good or evil, but it was not the life you led that made you evil, it was your wicked heart, you low-born brother of Prince Florencio, incapable of pity or of love!

. No, let him go. Why did you make him deceive me? Why did you deceive me, Nunu? You can go now; I forgive you. Don't wait here for me to die. They'll give you what they promised you. Give him his pay—he has pretended long enough. I know the truth now. I am dying… It is the only truth that he ever told me.

. You wrote that letter on purpose for her to see it. You knew that it would kill her.

. No. She did it herself.

. Leave this house at once! Don't you wait until Donina is no longer here to beg me to let you go! Go, go!

. Like this?


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 "Nobody but you," retorted Mrs. Pott, with asperity.

"You see, Mr. Pickwick," said the host in explanation of his wife's lament, "that we are in some measure cut off from many enjoyments and pleasures of which we might otherwise partake. My public station, as editor of the Eatanswill Gazette, the position which that paper holds in the country, my constant immersion in the vortex of politics—"

"P. my dear—" interposed Mrs. Pott.

"My life—" said the editor.

"I wish, my dear, you would endeavour to find some topic of conversation in which these gentlemen might take some rational interest."

"But my love," said Mr. Pott, with great humility, "Mr. Pickwick does take an interest in it."

"It's well for him if he can," said Mrs. Pott, emphatically; "I am wearied out of my life with your politics, and quarrels with the Independent, and nonsense. I am quite astonished P. at your making such an exhibition of your absurdity."

"But my dear—" said Mr. Pott.

"Oh, nonsense, don't talk to me;" said Mrs. Pott. "Do you play ecarté, sir?"

"I shall be very happy to learn under your tuition," replied Mr. Winkle.

"Well, then, draw that little table into this window, and let me get out of hearing of those prosy politics."

"Jane," said Mr. Pott, to the servant who brought in candles, "go down into the office, and bring me up the file of the Gazette for Eighteen Hundred and Twenty Eight. I'll read you—" added the editor, turning to Mr. Pickwick, "I'll just read you a few of the leaders I wrote at that time upon the Buff job of appointing a new tollman to the turnpike here; I rather think they'll amuse you."

"I should like to hear them very much, indeed," said Mr. Pickwick.

Up came the file, and down sat the editor, with Mr. Pickwick at his side.


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 been previously arranged that they should all re-assemble at the Town Arms in the morning, and accompany the honourable Samuel Slumkey's procession to the place of nomination.

Mr. Pott's domestic circle was limited to himself and his wife. All men whom mighty genius has raised to a proud eminence in the world, have usually some little weakness which appears the more conspicuous from the contrast it presents to their general character. If Mr. Pott had a weakness, it was, perhaps, that he was rather too submissive to the somewhat contemptuous control and sway of his wife. We do not feel justified in laying any particular stress upon the fact, because on the present occasion all Mrs. Pott's most winning ways were brought into requisition to receive the two gentlemen.

"My dear," said Mr. Pott, "Mr. Pickwick—Mr. Pickwick of London."

Mrs. Pott received Mr. Pickwick's paternal grasp of the hand with enchanting sweetness: and Mr. Winkle, who had not been announced at all, slided and bowed, unnoticed, in an obscure corner.

"P. my dear—" said Mrs. Pott.

"My life," said Mr. Pott.

"Pray introduce the other gentleman."

"I beg a thousand pardons," said Mr. Pott. "Permit me, Mrs. Pott, Mr.—"

"Winkle," said Mr. Pickwick.

"Winkle," echoed Mr. Pott; and the ceremony of introduction was complete.

"We owe you many apologies, ma'am," said Mr. Pickwick, "for disturbing your domestic arrangements at so short a notice."

"I beg you won't mention it, sir," replied the feminine Pott, with vivacity. "It is a high treat to me, I assure you, to see any new faces; living as I do, from day to day, and week to week, in this dull place, and seeing nobody."

"Nobody, my dear!" exclaimed Mr. Pott, archly.


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 "Your conduct is most noble, sir," said Mr. Pickwick; and he grasped the hand of the magnanimous Pott.

"You are, sir, I perceive, a man of sense and talent," said Mr. Pott, almost breathless with the vehemence of his patriotic declaration. "I am most happy, sir, to make the acquaintance of such a man.

"And I," said Mr. Pickwick, "feel deeply honoured by this expression of your opinion. Allow me, sir, to introduce you to my fellow-travellers, the other corresponding members of the club I am proud to have founded."

"I shall be delighted," said Mr. Pott.

Mr. Pickwick withdrew, and returning with his friends, presented them in due form to the editor of the Eatanswill Gazette.

"Now my dear Pott," said little Mr. Perker, "the question is, what are we to do with our friends here?"

"We can stop in this house, I suppose," said Mr. Pickwick.

"Not a spare bed in the house, my dear sir—not a single bed."

"Extremely awkward," said Mr. Pickwick.

"Very;" said his fellow-voyagers.

"I have an idea upon this subject," said Mr. Pott," which I think may be very successfully adopted. They have two beds at the Peacock, and I can boldly say, on behalf of Mrs. Pott, that she will be delighted to accommodate Mr. Pickwick and any of his friends, if the other two gentlemen and their servant do not object to shifting, as they best can, at the Peacock."

After repeated pressings on the part of Mr. Pott, and repeated protestations on that of Mr. Pickwick that he could not think of incommoding or troubling his amiable wife, it was decided that it was the only feasible arrangement that could be made. So it was made; and after dining together at the Town Arms, the friends separated, Mr. Tupman and Mr. Snodgrass repairing to the Peacock, and Mr. Pickwick and Mr. Winkle proceeding to the mansion of Mr. Pott; it having


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 Gazette. After a few preliminary remarks, Mr. Pott turned round to Mr. Pickwick, and said with solemnity—

"This contest excites great interest in the metropolis, sir?"

"I believe it does," said Mr. Pickwick.

"To which I have reason to know," said Pott, looking towards Mr. Perker for corroboration,—"to which I have reason to know that my article of last Saturday in some degree contributed."

"Not the least doubt of it," said the little man.

"The press is a mighty engine, sir," said Pott. Mr. Pickwick yielded his fullest assent to the proposition.

"But I trust, sir," said Pott, "that I have never abused the enormous power I wield. I trust, sir, that I have never pointed the noble instrument which is placed in my hands, against the sacred bosom of private life, or the tender breast of individual reputation;—I trust, sir, that I have devoted my energies to—to endeavours—humble they may be, humble I know they are—to instil those principles of—which—are—"

Here the editor of the Eatanswill Gazette, appearing to ramble, Mr. Pickwick came to his relief, and said—

"Certainly."

"And what, sir"—said Pott—"what, sir, let me ask you as an impartial man, is the state of the public mind in London, with reference to my contest with the Independent?"

"Greatly excited, no doubt," interposed Mr. Perker, with a look of slyness which was very likely accidental.

"The contest," said Pott, "shall be prolonged so long as I have health and strength, and that portion of talent with which I am gifted. From that contest, sir, although it may unsettle men's minds and excite their feelings, and render them incapable for the discharge of the every-day duties of ordinary life; from that contest, sir, I will never shrink, till I have set my heel upon the Eatanswill Independent. I wish the people of London, and the people of this country to know, sir, that they may rely upon me;—that I will not desert them, that I am resolved to stand by them, sir, to the last."


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 "And what are the probabilities as to the result of the contest?" inquired Mr. Pickwick.

"Why doubtful, my dear sir; rather doubtful as yet," replied the little man. "Fizkin's people have got three-and-thirty voters in the lock-up coach-house at the White Hart."

"In the coach-house!" said Mr. Pickwick, considerably astonished by this second stroke of policy.

"They keep 'em locked up there till they want 'em," resumed the little man. "The effect of that is, you see, to prevent our getting at them; and even if we could, it would be of no use, for they keep them very drunk on purpose. Smart fellow Fizkin's agent—very smart fellow indeed."

Mr. Pickwick stared, but said nothing.

"We are pretty confident, though," said Mr. Perker, sinking his voice almost to a whisper. "We had a little tea-party here, last night-five-and-forty women, my dear sir-and gave every one of 'em a green parasol when she went away."

"A parasol!" said Mr. Pickwick.

"Fact, my dear sir, fact. Five-and-forty green parasols, at seven and sixpence a-piece. All women like finery,—extraordinary the effects of those parasols. Secured all their husbands, and half their brothers—beats stockings, and flannel, and all that sort of thing hollow. My idea, my dear sir, entirely. Hail, rain, or sunshine, you can't walk half a dozen yards up the street, without encountering half a dozen green parasols."

Here the little man indulged in a convulsion of mirth, which was only checked by the entrance of a third party.

This was a tall, thin man, with a sandy-coloured head inclined to baldness, and a face in which solemn importance was blended with a look of unfathomable profundity. He was dressed in a long brown surtout, with a black cloth waistcoat, and drab trousers. A double eye-glass dangled at his waistcoat: and on his head he wore a very low-crowned hat with a broad brim. The new-comer was introduced to Mr. Pickwick as Mr. Pott, the editor of the Eatanswill


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 "Don't know, sir," replied the man; "afraid we're full, sir—I'll inquire, sir." Away he went for that purpose, and presently returned, to ask whether the gentlemen were "Blue."

As neither Mr. Pickwick nor his companions took any vital interest in the cause of either candidate, the question was rather a difficult one to answer. In this dilemma Mr. Pickwick bethought himself of his new friend, Mr. Perker.

"Do you know a gentleman of the name of Perker?" inquired Mr. Pickwick.

"Certainly, sir; honourable Mr. Samuel Slumkey's agent."

"He is Blue, I think?"

"Oh yes, sir."

"Then we are Blue," said Mr. Pickwick; but observing that the man looked rather doubtful at this accommodating announcement, he gave him his card, and desired him to present it to Mr. Perker forthwith, if he should happen to be in the house. The waiter retired; and re-appearing almost immediately with a request that Mr. Pickwick would follow him, led the way to a large room on the first floor, where, seated at a long table covered with books and papers, was Mr. Perker.

"Ah—ah, my dear sir," said the little man, advancing to meet him; "very happy to see you, my dear sir, very. Pray sit down. So you have carried your intention into effect You have come down here to see an election—eh?"

Mr. Pickwick replied in the affirmative.

"Spirited contest, my dear sir," said the little man.

"I am delighted to hear it," said Mr. Pickwick, rubbing his hands. "I like to see sturdy patriotism, on whatever side it is called forth;—and so it's a spirited contest?"

"Oh yes," said the little man, "very much so indeed. We have opened all the public-houses in the place, and left our adversary nothing but the beer-shops—masterly stroke of policy that, my dear sir, eh?"—the little man smiled complacently, and took a large pinch of snuff.


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 intervals and motioned to the people to cheer, which they regularly did, most enthusiastically; and as the red-faced gentleman went on talking till he was redder in the face than ever, it seemed to answer his purpose quite as well as if anybody had heard him.

The Pickwickians had no sooner dismounted, than they were surrounded by a branch mob of the honest and independent, who forthwith set up three deafening cheers, which being responded to by the main body (for it's not at all necessary for a crowd to know what they are cheering about) swelled into a tremendous roar of triumph, which stopped even the red-faced man in the balcony.

"Hurrah!" shouted the mob in conclusion.

"One cheer more," screamed the little fugleman in the balcony, and out shouted the mob again, as if lungs were cast iron, with steel works.

"Slumkey for ever!" roared the honest and independent.

"Slumkey for ever!" echoed Mr. Pickwick, taking off his hat.

"No Fizkin!" roared the crowd.

"Certainly not!" shouted Mr. Pickwick.

"Hurrah!" And then there was another roaring, like that of a whole menagerie when the elephant has rung the bell for the cold meat.

"Who is Slumkey?" whispered Mr. Tupman.

"I don't know," replied Mr. Pickwick in the same tone. "Hush. Don't ask any questions. It's always best on these occasions to do what the mob do."

"But suppose there are two mobs?" suggested Mr. Snodgrass.

"Shout with the largest," replied Mr. Pickwick. Volumes could not have said more.

They entered the house, the crowd opening right and left to let them pass, and cheering vociferously. The first object of consideration was to secure quarters for the night.

"Can we have beds here?" inquired Mr. Pickwick, summoning the waiter.


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little white clouds are racing over the sky,

And the fields are strewn with the gold of the flower of March,

The daffodil breaks under foot, and the tasselled larch

Sways and swings as the thrush goes hurrying by.

A delicate odour is borne on the wings of the morning breeze,

The odour of deep wet grass, and of brown new-furrowed earth,

The birds are singing for joy of the Spring's glad birth,

Hopping from branch to branch on the rocking trees.

And all the woods are alive with the murmur and sound of Spring,

And the rose-bud breaks into pink on the climbing briar,

And the crocus-bed is a quivering moon of fire

Girdled round with the belt of an amethyst ring. 102

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. Don't you worry. You'll get your pay.

. Why did you deceive me? When all my life is a lie, how can I live?

. Donina!

. I am a hindrance to you; I know it. They want you there in that empire, that cursed empire with its Prince, its ice, and its snow. The white ship is there with its white sails, its men that are so pale… It has come to take you away to that empire, of which you have been dreaming so long.

. No, Donina, no! I shall be here always with you. The white ship will sail away like a white bird, but I shall still be here with you, always with you! Love is the only reality of our lives—I shall be here with you, always, always with you!

. Yes, waiting for me to die—as he was.

. No, Donina, your life is my life!

. Before the white ship sails away like a white bird, I, too, shall sail away forever. I shall not know it, but I shall be gone, like a shadow, like a cloud from the sea. I shall have passed out of your life.

. No, my Donina! Child of my heart, of my one, my only love! Like shadows all, all shall pass but love—that ripens and lives on.

. Imperia… the Prince…

. Ah! Why do you come?

. You have sent no answer. I have waited all day.

. He has come for you.

. I shall not go.


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188

Tossing trunks of mighty fir-trees,

Wide-extended crowns of pine-trees.

Swim thou there, thou wicked heathen,

In the cataract’s foaming torrent,

Round to drive ’mid boundless waters,

Resting in the narrow waters.

“But if there you find no refuge,

Further yet will I then ban you,

To the river black of Tuoni,

To the eternal stream of Mana,

Never in thy life escaping,

Never while thy life endureth,

Should I not consent to free thee,

Nor to ransom thee be able,

Come with nine sheep thee to ransom,

Which a single ewe has farrowed,

And with bullocks, nine in number,

From a single cow proceeding,

And with stallions, nine in number,

From a single mare proceeding.

“Need you horses for your journey,

Or there’s aught you need for driving,

Horses I will give in plenty,

Plenty I can give for riding.

Hiisi has a horse of beauty,

With a red mane, on the mountain.

Fire is flashing from his muzzle,

And his nostrils brightly shining,

And his hoofs are all of iron,

And of steel are they constructed.

He can climb upon a mountain,

Climb the sloping sides of valleys,

If his rider mounts him boldly,

Urges him to show his mettle.

“But if this is not sufficient,

Then may Hiisi make thee snowshoes.

Take the alder-shoes of Lempo,

Where the thick smoke is the foulest,

Skate thou to the land of Hiisi,

Rushing through the woods of Lempo,

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 "Order dinner, sir," interposed Mr. Weller. "It's wery late, sir."

"Ah, so it is," said Mr. Pickwick, looking at his watch. "You are right, Sam."

"And if I might adwise, sir," added Mr. Weller, "I'd just have a good night's rest arterwards, and not begin inquiring arter this here deep 'un 'till the mornin'. There's nothin' so refreshin' as sleep, sir, as the servant-girl said afore she drank the egg-cupful o' laudanum."

"I think you are right, Sam," said Mr. Pickwick. "But I must first ascertain that he is in the house, and not likely to go away."

"Leave that to me, sir," said Sam. "Let me order you a snug little dinner, and make any inquiries below while it's a getting ready; I could worm ev'ry secret out o' the boots's heart, in five minutes, sir."

"Do so," said Mr. Pickwick: and Mr. Weller at once retired.

In half an hour, Mr. Pickwick was seated at a very satisfactory dinner; and in three-quarters Mr. Weller returned with the intelligence that Mr. Charles Fitz-Marshall had ordered his private room to be retained for him, until further notice. He was going to spend the evening at some private house in the neighbourhood, had ordered the boots to sit up until his return, and had taken his servant with him.

"Now, sir," argued Mr. Weller, when he had concluded his report, "if I can get a talk with this here servant in the mornin', he'll tell me all his master's concerns."

"How do you know that?" interposed Mr. Pickwick.

"Bless your heart, sir, servants always do," replied Mr. Weller.

"Oh, ah, I forgot that," said Mr. Pickwick. "Well."

"Then you can arrange what's best to be done, sir, and we can act according."

As it appeared that this was the best arrangement that could be made, it was finally agreed upon. Mr. Weller, by


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 "The twopenny rope, sir," replied Mr. Weller, "is just a cheap lodgin' house, where the beds is twopence a night."

"What do they call a bed a rope for?" said Mr. Pickwick.

"Bless your innocence, sir, that a'nt it," replied Sam. "Wen the lady and gen'l'm'n as keeps the Hot-el first begun business they used to make the beds on the floor; but this wouldn't do at no price, 'cos instead o' taking a moderate twopenn'orth o' sleep, the lodgers used to lie there half the day. So now they has two ropes, 'bout six foot apart, and three from the floor, which goes right down the room; and the beds are made of slips of coarse sacking, stretched across 'em."

"Well," said Mr. Pickwick.

"Well," said Mr. Weller, "the adwantage o' the plan's hobvious. At six o'clock every mornin' they lets go the ropes at one end, and down falls all the lodgers. Consequence is, that being thoroughly waked, they get up wery quietly, and walk away! Beg your pardon, sir," said Sam, suddenly breaking off in his loquacious discourse. "Is this Bury St. Edmunds?"

"It is," replied Mr. Pickwick.

The coach rattled through the well-paved streets of a handsome little town, of thriving and cleanly appearance, and stopped before a large inn situated in a wide open street, nearly facing the old abbey.

"And this," said Mr. Pickwick, looking up, "is the Angel! We alight here, Sam. But some caution is necessary. Order a private room, and do not mention my name. You understand."

"Right as a trivet, sir," replied Mr. Weller, with a wink of intelligence; and having dragged Mr. Pickwick's portmanteau from the hind boot, into which it had been hastily thrown when they joined the coach at Eatanswill, Mr. Weller disappeared on his errand. A private room was speedily engaged; and into it Mr. Pickwick was ushered without delay.

"Now, Sam," said Mr. Pickwick, "the first thing to be done is to(("


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 a carrier's boy at startin': then a vagginer's, then a helper, then a boots. Now I'm a gen'l'm'n's servant. I shall be a gen'l'm'n myself one of these days, perhaps, with a pipe in my mouth, and a summer-house in the back garden. Who knows? I shouldn't be surprised, for one."

"You are quite a philosopher, Sam," said Mr. Pickwick.

"It runs in the family, I b'lieve, sir," replied Mr. Weller. "My father's wery much in that line, now. If my motherin-law blows him up, he whistles. She flies in a passion, and breaks his pipe; he steps out, and gets another. Then she screams wery loud, and falls into 'sterics; and he smokes wery comfortably 'till she comes to agin. That's philosophy, sir, an't it?"

"A very good substitute for it, at all events," replied Mr. Pickwick, laughing. "It must have been of great service to you, in the course of your rambling life, Sam."

"Service, sir," exclaimed Sam. "You may say that. Arter I run away from the carrier, and afore I took up with the wagginer, I had unfurnished lodgin's for a fortnight."

"Unfurnished lodgings?" said Mr. Pickwick.

"Yes—the dry arches of Waterloo Bridge. Fine sleeping-place—within ten minutes' walk of all the public offices—only if there is any objection to it, it is that the sitivation's rayther too airy. I see some queer sights there."

"Ah, I suppose you did," said Mr. Pickwick, with an air of considerable interest.

"Sights, sir," resumed Mr. Weller, "as 'ud penetrate your benevolent heart, and come out on the other side. You don't see the reg'lar wagrants there; trust 'em, they knows better than that. Young beggars, male and female, as hasn't made a rise in their profession, takes up their quarters there sometimes; but it's generally the worn-out, starving, houseless creeturs as rolls themselves in the dark corners o' them lonesome places—poor creeturs as an't up to the twopenny rope."

"And, pray, Sam, what is the twopenny rope?" inquired Mr. Pickwick.


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 And the plane to the pine-tree is whispering some tale of love

Till it rustles with laughter and tosses its mantle of green,

And the gloom of the wych-elm's hollow is lit with the iris sheen

Of the burnished rainbow throat and the silver breast of a dove.

See! the lark starts up from his bed in the meadow there,

Breaking the gossamer threads and the nets of dew,

And flashing adown the river, a flame of blue!

The kingfisher flies like an arrow, and wounds the air.

And the sense of my life is sweet! though I know that the end is nigh:

For the ruin and rain of winter will shortly come,

The lily will lose its gold, and the chestnut-bloom

In billows of red and white on the grass will lie. 103

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The custom of fortune-telling is nearly as old as time. Almost everything has been turned into an oracle. Even the dregs of a teacup have been supposed to possess the “gift of prophecy.” Why, then, should not flowers, that are forever rising up, clothed with the mantles of prophets, and speaking in a language that has become as familiar as household words—why should not these little “floral apostles” be consulted respecting the mysteries of our earthly destiny?

At all events, they are pure and beautiful playthings for the fancy; and if any diversion on earth be innocent, it must be one whose instruments are poetry and flowers.

In selecting our oracles, we have drawn from the purest wells of English poetry; for who like can describe character, or like,  and , picture a scene? We have also turned

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. I know the truth. I tell you, you will kill me, with your lies—waiting here, always pretending, for me to die.

. What do you mean?

. Promise me that you will not wait; you will go to-day. Or I shall kill myself, I will not ruin your life! Promise…

. Yes, I will go to-day. Leave me a little while. Leonardo, help Donina.

. Donina!

. No, it was nothing. I am better now... But I know that it is death.

. Will you come?

. Yes.

. I should not have returned without you.

. Would you have renounced the throne?

. Why not? When it is difficult to live one's own life in peace, what must it be to rule an empire? Millions of human beings struggling to be happy, and depending for their happiness upon our precious laws!

. You have no right to talk like that. Would you renounce your divine heritage? The millions of your empire will never attain happiness through you. We are unable to assure the happiness even of those who are nearest to our hearts. Suffering and death are eternal; it is the will to overcome them that makes us immortal, yes, equal to God! You know nothing of life. Good and evil have no significance for you. They have for me. I have struggled, as many have struggled before, against poverty, against envy and shame, injustice and outrage, I have suffered and borne all, and I say to you now upon the steps of your throne:


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6–8] 2, 9; 6, 33; 13, 68; 16, 130; EZ 10, 189.Subsequently the legend concerning the nine hundred and seventy-four generations was brought into relation with the Haggadah that the Torah was created one thousand years prior to the creation of the world.Comp. Excursus I.See also Shabbat 88b and Targum Job 22, 16, according to the manuscript reading recorded in Levy’s Chaldäisches Wörterbuch I, 186.  $undefined$ BR 12.15 and 21.7; Midrash Shir 39b; PR 40, 167a (instead of read  “he would act as a spoiled child”); Yelammedenu quoted by Sikli (comp. Poznanski in Hazofeh, III, 1b–17, and in Maybaum-Festschrift, as well as Ginzberg’s remarks in Hazofeh IV, 31; Ozar Midrashim 64); Yerushalmi Targumim on Gen. 1.2; a quotation from an unknown Midrash by R. Bahya in Kad ha-Kemah, Rosh ha-Shanah 68a, and by R. Aaron in Orehot Hayyim I, 99c.The goodness of God as underlying the principle of creation is very frequently mentioned by Philo; comp. ''De Mut. Nom., 5; De M. Opif., 5 (further references to Philo are cited by Siegfried, Philo, 205–206).Similarly Wisdom 11.24.The daily morning prayer (Yozer) reads: “And in His goodness He renews the creation every day continually.” God is often described as “the very good” (Yerushalmi Ta’anit 2, 65b; PK 25, 161a), and hence the maxim: “Only God is good” (Matthew 19.17; Alphabetot 83; the latter source was very likely used by R. Bahya, Gen. 1.31), is only a paraphrase of Ps. 149.9, as pointed out in the Alphabetot.Philo is accordingly dependent upon Jewish tradition, but the Jewish sources are independent of him, although it is rather striking that the rendering of by “God’s goodness” in the Targumim, loc. cit., coincides with that of Philo (Quis Haeres Sit'', 6), while the Rabbis (see e.g. Sifre D., 27) maintain that the Tetragrammaton designates God’s attribute of goodness but His justice is expressed by .Comp. note 46 on vol. I, p. 164, as well as note 9.  $undefined$ As to Behemoth and Ziz, comp. vol. I, pp. 28, 29, 30.  $undefined$ Comp. Index, s.v. “Israel, Guardian Angels of”.Originally these two angels belonged to two different traditions: one considered Michael the guardian angel of Israel, while according to the other, contrary to Daniel 10.21, Gabriel occupied this position.The rivalry of these two angels is met with in Jewish legends throughout the centuries (comp. Index, s.v.) and the harmonizing tendency of our legend argues for its comparatively late date.Instead of Michael and Gabriel, in Hekalot 6, 179–180, the Serafim (two of them; comp. Sode Raza in Yalkut Reubeni,Gen. 1.26, 10a, which reads: There are two


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 And even the light of the sun will fade at the last,

And the leaves will fall, and the birds will hasten away,

And I will be left in the snow of a flowerless day

To think on the glories of Spring, and the joys of a youth long past.

Yet be silent, my heart! do not count it a profitless thing

To have seen the splendour of the sun, and of grass, and of flower!

To have lived and loved! for I hold that to love for an hour

Is better for man and for woman than cycles of blossoming Spring. 104

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text: The Works of Charles Dickens/Volume 1/Chapter 8


text: The Poems of Oscar Wilde/Magdalen Walks

title: The Poems of Oscar Wilde/Magdalen Walks


text: The Works of Charles Dickens/Volume 1/Chapter 9


text: The Works of Charles Dickens/Volume 1/Chapter 10


text: The Works of Charles Dickens/Volume 1/Chapter 11


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 Do justly, love mercy, and your empire will be glorious among men.

. Donina is asleep. Thanks to an anodyne, she has fallen asleep. If you must go, it is better now. The parting would be too sad. I shall remain with her.

. Go? Leave her? No, no! I cannot.

. Bring her with you.

. It would kill her. No! No…

. Death cannot delay in any case.

. But she is still alive! My place is with her. Can't you wait? Oh, this is horrible! Wait!

. Leave her, your Highness. She will come, I promise you.

. Imperia, if you do not come before night, my yacht will sail, but without me. Instead, it will bear my abdication. In the morning I shall be here with you to resume our old life, and the Empire of Suavia will be lost to you—like a dream.

. Leonardo, what shall I do? I am your idea, your Imperia. Breathe your spirit into me! What ought I to do?

. You have fashioned your life by your will, and you know where it lies.

. My life is your ideal—my vision! I will go. But Donina— Do you say that she is asleep? I must see her.

. Your courage will fail.

. I must see her! I must see her!

. You will not go if you do. Imperia! You will not go! You will not go!


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Runo XVII]

Dashing through the land of Hiisi,

Gliding through the evil country.

If a stone impedes thy pathway,

Crash and scatter it asunder;

Lies a branch across thy pathway,

Break the branch in twain when passing;

If a hero bar thy passage,

Drive him boldly from thy pathway.

Go thy way, thou lazy creature,

Go thou forth, thou man of evil,

Now, before the day is dawning,

Or the morning twilight glimmer,

Or as yet the sun has risen,

Or thou yet hast heard the cockcrow!

Thou delay’st too long to leave me,

Take thy flight, O evil creature,

Fare thee forth into the moonlight,

Wander forth amid its brightness.

“If thou wilt not leave me quickly,

O thou dog without a mother,

I will take the eagles’ talons

And the claws of the blood-suckers,

And of birds of prey the talons,

And of hawks the talons likewise,

That I thus may seize the demons,

Utterly o’ercome these wretches,

That my head may ache no longer,

Nor my breathing more oppress me.

“Once did Lempo’s self flee from me,

When he wandered from his mother,

When was aid from Jumala granted,

Gave his aid, the Great Creator.

Wander forth without thy mother,

O thou uncreated creature,

Wretched dog without a master,

Forth, O whelp without a mother,

Even while the time is passing,

Even while the moon is waning.”

Väinämöinen, old and steadfast,

Answered in the words which follow:

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that gaunt House of Art which lacks for naught

Of all the great things men have saved from Time,

The withered body of a girl was brought

Dead ere the world's glad youth had touched its prime,

And seen by lonely Arabs lying hid

In the dim womb of some black pyramid.

But when they had unloosed the linen band

Which swathed the Egyptian's body,—lo! was found

Closed in the wasted hollow of her hand

A little seed, which sown in English ground

Did wondrous snow of starry blossoms bear

And spread rich odours through our spring-tide air.

With such strange arts this flower did allure

That all forgotten was the asphodel,

And the brown bee, the lily's paramour,

Forsook the cup where he was wont to dwell,

For not a thing of earth it seemed to be,

But stolen from some heavenly Arcady. 105

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. Imperia!…

. She is asleep. I kissed her upon the forehead, and she did not wake.

. You kissed her upon the forehead?

. Leonardo, it is my duty to go, is it not?

. Yes… Triumph, Imperia! It is the triumph of my ideal! But first, tell me—I must know it—when you kissed her forehead…

. Well?

. Was it cold?

. Yes—if you must know. She was dead. And now death cannot hold me back. Do you wonder?

. Your soul is great. I wonder and admire.

. To achieve anything in life we must subdue reality, and thrust aside its phantoms which confuse and hem us round, to follow the only reality, the flight of our witches' spirits as on Saturday Night they turn to their ideal—some toward evil, to be lost in its shadows forever like spectres of the night, others toward good, to dwell eternally in it, the children of love and of light. Good-by, Leonardo.

. Good-by, Imperia.

. This is the kiss of the spirit which you gave me, grand as your ideal!

Curtain


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 In vain the sad narcissus, wan and white

At its own beauty, hung across the stream,

The purple dragon-fly had no delight

With its gold dust to make his wings a-gleam,

Ah! no delight the jasmine-bloom to kiss,

Or brush the rain-pearls from the eucharis.

For love of it the passionate nightingale

Forgot the hills of Thrace, the cruel king,

And the pale dove no longer cared to sail

Through the wet woods at time of blossoming,

But round this flower of Egypt sought to float,

With silvered wing and amethystine throat.

While the hot sun blazed in his tower of blue

A cooling wind crept from the land of snows,

And the warm south with tender tears of dew

Drenched its white leaves when Hesperos up-rose

Amid those sea-green meadows of the sky

On which the scarlet bars of sunset lie.

But when o'er wastes of lily-haunted field

The tired birds had stayed their amorous tune,

And broad and glittering like an argent shield 106

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190

“Here I find a pleasant dwelling,

Here I dwell in much contentment,

And for bread the liver serves me,

And the fat with drink supplies me,

And the lungs are good for cooking,

And the fat is best for eating.

“Therefore will I sink my smithy

In thy heart for ever deeper,

And will strike my hammer harder,

Pounding on the tenderest places,

That in all thy life thou never

Freedom from the ill may’st hope for,

If thy spells thou dost not teach me,

All thy magic spells shalt teach me,

Till thy spells I learn in fulness,

And a thousand spells have gathered;

Till no spells are hidden from me,

Nor the spells of magic hidden,

That in caves their power is lost not,

Even though the wizards perish.”

Vipunen, in songs so famous,

He the sage so old in wisdom,

In whose mouth was mighty magic,

Power unbounded in his bosom,

Opened then his mouth of wisdom,

Of his spells the casket opened,

Sang his mighty spells of magic,

Chanted forth of all the greatest,

Magic songs of the Creation,

From the very earliest ages,

Songs that all the children sing not,

Even heroes understand not,

In these dreary days of evil,

In the days that now are passing.

Words of origin he chanted,

All his spells he sang in order,

At the will of the Creator,

At behest of the Almighty,

How himself the air he fashioned,

And from air the water parted,

And the earth was formed from water,

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 High in the sapphire heavens hung the moon,

Did no strange dream or evil memory make

Each tremulous petal of its blossoms shake?

Ah no! to this bright flower a thousand years

Seemed but the lingering of a summer's day,

It never knew the tide of cankering fears

Which turn a boy's gold hair to withered grey,

The dread desire of death it never knew,

Or how all folk that they were born must rue.

For we to death with pipe and dancing go,

Nor would we pass the ivory gate again,

As some sad river wearied of its flow

Through the dull plains, the haunts of common men,

Leaps lover-like into the terrible sea!

And counts it gain to die so gloriously.

We mar our lordly strength in barren strife

With the world's legions led by clamorous care,

It never feels decay but gathers life

From the pure sunlight and the supreme air,

We live beneath Time's wasting sovereignty,

It is the child of all eternity. 107

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 The woes of man may serve an idle lay,

Nor were it hard fond hearers to enthral,

Telling how Egypt's glory passed away,

How London from its pinnacle must fall;

But this white flower, the conqueror of time,

Seems all too great for any boyish rhyme. 108

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 Rh heard singing in the smoking compartment. He’s booked through to Chicago.”

But, as is usual in such cases, sleep came at last with unusual heaviness. I seemed obliterated from the world till, all of a sudden, I found myself, as it were, up and dressed and seated in the observation car at the back of the train, awaiting my arrival.

“Is this Toronto?” I asked of the Pullman conductor, as I peered through the window of the car.

The conductor rubbed the pane with his finger and looked out.

“I think so,” he said.

“Do we stop here?” I asked.

“I think we do this morning,” he answered. “I think I heard the conductor say that they have a lot of milk cans to put off here this morning. I’ll just go and find out, sir.”

“Stop here!” broke in an irascible-looking gentleman in a grey tweed suit who was sitting in the next chair to mine. “Do they stop here? I should say they did indeed. Don’t you know,” he added, turning to the Pullman conductor, “that any train is compelled to stop here. There’s a by-law, a municipal by-law of the City of Toronto, compelling every train to stop?”

“I didn’t know it,” said the conductor humbly.

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text: The Poems of Oscar Wilde/Athanasia

title: The Poems of Oscar Wilde/Athanasia


text: Saturday Night/Tableau 2

title: Saturday Night/Tableau 2


text: Saturday Night/Tableau 3

title: Saturday Night/Tableau 3


text: Saturday Night/Tableau 4

title: Saturday Night/Tableau 4


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text: Saturday Night

title: Saturday Night


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Runo XVII]

And from earth all herbage sprouted.

Then he sang the moon’s creation,

Likewise how the sun was fashioned,

How the air was raised on pillars,

How the stars were placed in heaven.

Vipunen, in songs the wisest,

Sang in part, and sang in fulness.

Never yet was heard or witnessed,

Never while the world existed,

One who was a better singer,

One who was a wiser wizard.

From his mouth the words were flowing,

And his tongue sent forth his sayings,

Quick as legs of foals are moving,

Or the feet of rapid courser.

Through the days he sang unceasing,

Through the nights without cessation.

To his songs the sun gave hearing,

And the golden moon stayed listening,

Waves stood still on ocean’s surface,

Billows sank upon its margin,

Rivers halted in their courses,

Rutja’s furious cataract halted,

Vuoksi’s cataract ceased its flowing,

Likewise, too, the river Jordan.

When the aged Väinämöinen

Unto all the spells had listened,

And had learned the charms in fulness,

All the magic spells creative,

He prepared himself to travel

From the wide-spread jaws of Vipunen;

From the belly of the wise one,

From within his monstrous body.

Said the aged Väinämöinen,

“O thou Antero Vipunen hugest,

Open thou thy mouth gigantic,

And thy jaws extend more widely.

I would quit for earth thy body,

And would take my journey homeward.”

Vipunen then, in songs the wisest,

Answered in the words which follow:

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 With Hibiscus in her hair

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 iv over the pages of the great German dramatists, and here and there culled from them a word of wisdom, or of prophecy. Our aim has been to condense into our brief oracles as much point, wit and variety, as the interest of the game will permit.

How well we have succeeded in our attempt to please, will be best determined by the future success of this little book. God speed it on a harmless way!

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192

“Much I’ve drunk, and much have eaten,

And consumed a thousand dainties,

But before I never swallowed

Aught like aged Väinämöinen.

Good indeed has been thy coming,

Better ’tis when thou departest.”

Then did Antero Vipunen open

Wide expanding gums grimacing,

Open wide his mouth gigantic,

And his jaws extended widely,

While the aged Väinämöinen

To his mouth made lengthened journey,

From the belly of the wise one,

From within his monstrous body.

From his mouth he glided swiftly,

O’er the heath he bounded swiftly,

Very like a golden squirrel,

Or a golden-breasted marten.

Further on his path he journeyed,

Till at length he reached the smithy.

Said the smith, e’en Ilmarinen,

“Have you found the words you wanted,

Have you learned the spells creative,

That the boat-sides you can fashion,

Spells to fix the stern together,

And the bows to deftly fashion?”

Väinämöinen, old and steadfast,

Answered in the words which follow:

“Spells a hundred have I gathered,

And a thousand spells of magic,

Secret spells were opened to me,

Hidden charms were all laid open.”

To his boat he hastened quickly,

And he set to work most wisely,

Set to work the boat to finish,

And he fixed the sides together,

And the stern he fixed together,

And the bows he deftly fashioned,

But the boat he built unhammered,

Nor a chip he severed from it.

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text: Kalevala (Kirby 1907)/Runo 17

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Ninth Printing
This printing, or at least this copy, or at least this scan, is missing some of the tiped in photographic plates. The scan also has a few issues: It seems however that it is the same text and pagination as the first printing. Our scan of that edition (like this, from the Internet Archive) is of a copy with a lot of marking and some damage, which affects the OCR significantly.
 * No cover scans
 * Slight movement on some pages, leading to stretched text, and a couple of missing page numbers.
 * A missing rectangle of text on page 38

Rich Farmbrough, 15:09 15 January 2024 (GMT)

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 COMING OF AGE

IN SAMOA

A Psychological Study of Primitive

Youth for Western Civilisation

By

MARGARET MEAD

Assistant Curator of Ethnology

American Museum of

Natural History

Foreword by Franz Boas

Professor of Anthropology, Columbia University

BLUE RIBBON BOOKS

NEW YORK

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 welcomed.) Lotu’s attitudes were more considered, more sophisticated than those of the other girls of her age.  Had it not been for the precarious social status of her lover, she would probably have been married already.  As it was, she laboured over the care of her younger brothers and sisters, and followed the routine of relationship duties incumbent upon a young girl in the largest family on the island.  She reconciled her church membership and her deviation from chastity by the tranquil reflection that she would have married had it been possible, and her sin rested lightly upon her.

In the household of one high chief lived the Samoan version of our devoted maiden aunts. She was docile, efficient, responsible, entirely overshadowed by several more attractive girls. To her were entrusted the newborn babies and the most difficult diplomatic errands. Hard work which she never resented took up all her time and energy. When she was asked to dance, she did so negligently. Others dancing so much more brilliantly, why make the effort? Hers was the appreciative worshipping disposition which glowed over Tolu’s beauty or Fala’s conquests or Alofi’s new baby. She played the ukulele for others to dance, sewed flower necklaces for others to wear, planned rendezvous for others to enjoy, without humiliation or a special air of martyrdom. She admitted that she had had but one lover. He had come from far away; she didn’t even know from what village, and he had never come back.

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The following five questions are answered, respecting the character and future fortunes of an individual.

1. What is my character?

2. What is, or will be, the state or quality of my love?

3. What is, or will be, my worldly fortune?

4. What is the scene in which most of my life will be spent?

5. What is the character of my future companion?

The person consulting our little Fortune-Teller, must select a bouquet of five different colored flowers, of whatever kind he chooses. The White shall describe to him his character; the Blue, the state or quality of his love; the Purple, his worldly fortune; the Yellow, the scene in which his life shall be chiefly passed; and the Red, the character of his future wife.

For example; if a gentleman bring a white Lily, a blue Violet, a Foxglove, a Marigold and a red Rose, he will first turn to the catalogue of White flowers, where, under the head of Lily, he will find this description of his character:

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 vi The Violet, found in the catalogue of Blue flowers, will unfold the state of his “love matters” as follows:

“You are now sailed into the north of my lady’s opinion; where you will hang like an icicle on a Dutchman’s heard,—unless you do redeem it by some laudable attempt.”

The Foxglove will thus declare his worldly condition:

To learn the scene of his future abode he will consult the Marigold.

The Rose will reveal to him the character of his wife:

By different combinations of flowers, a great variety of fates may be unfolded. Nor is the purpose of the game wholly confined to the reading of fortunes. Any gentleman wishing to compliment a lady, may do it in a very delicate and poetical manner, by selecting a bouquet of flowers that shall express the good fortune he wishes her.

The first paragraph upon each page is for the Lady, the second for the Gentleman.

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12 forms the timber line, it would be remarkable if the beech had not in early days gained a footing in Scotland and Ireland. The mere negative evidence is of little value, as scarcely any scientific work has yet been done in the way of exploration of the peat-mosses and other recent deposits; and the woods, from which are made the handles of numerous prehistoric implements preserved in our museums, have rarely been examined.

The beech occurs in a wild state throughout the greater part of Northern, Central, and Western Europe, usually growing gregariously in forests which, when undisturbed by man, have a tendency to spread and take the place of oak, which, owing to its inability to support such dense shade, is often suppressed by the beech.

In Norway, according to Schubeler, it is called bok, and is wild only near Laurvik, where he believes it to be truly indigenous, and is a small tree, the largest he measured being 7 feet 4 inches in girth. At Hosanger, however, a planted beech had in 1864 attained 75 feet at 81 years old, with a diameter of 27 inches. It ripens seed as far north as Trondhjem in good years, and exists in Nordland as far north as lat. 67°. 56.

In Sweden its most northerly wild habitat is Elfkalven, lat. 60°.35, though it has been planted as far north as lat. 64°.

In Russia the beech extends only a little way,—its eastern limit in Europe passing the Prussian coast of the Baltic between Elbing and Königsberg, about 54° 30' N. lat., and running south from Königsberg, where the last spontaneous beeches occur on the Brandenburg estate, continuing through Lithuania, eastern Poland, Volhynia, where beech woods still occur between lat. 52° and 50°, and Podolia to Bessarabia. It is absent from the governments of Kief and Kherson, but reappears in the Crimea, where, however, it is only met with in the mountains of the south-east coast. In the Caucasus, Persia, and Asia Minor it is replaced by the closely allied species, Fagus orientalis.

In Finland and at St. Petersburg it exists as a bush only, but is not wild. On the southern shores of the Baltic it forms large forests, and in Denmark is one of the most abundant and valuable timber trees, growing to as large a size and forming as clean trunks as it does farther south. Lyell speaks of it as follows: —"In the time of the Romans the Danish isles were covered as now with magnificent beech forests. Nowhere in the world does this tree flourish more luxuriantly than in Denmark, and eighteen centuries seem to have done little or nothing towards modifying the character of the forest vegetation. Yet in the antecedent bronze period there were no beech trees, or at most but a few stragglers, the country being then covered with oak."

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14 In Italy it is found only in the mountains; in the Apennines it is one of the dominant trees at|at from 3000 to 5000 feet. In the Sila mountains of Calabria, Elwes found it covering the mountains above the limit of chestnut, at from 3000 to 5000 feet and upwards. It is usually coppiced for charcoal and firewood; but it attains a considerable size, the largest measured being about 90 feet by 10–12 in girth. Here it is often mixed with the Calabrian pine. In Sicily it finds its southern limit on Mount Etna, where it ascends to 7200 feet.

In Spain the beech occurs in the Pyrenees and in the northern provinces only, its most southerly known habitat being in lat 40° 10' east of Cuença. In Portugal it has not, so far as we know, been recorded to exist.

The finest natural beech forests seen by us in Europe are on the northern slopes of the Balkans, where it grows as pure forest from near the foot of the mountains up to about 4000 feet. The trees are very straight and clean, but are being rapidly felled in those places where they are most accessible. Boissier says that the beech occurs in northern Greece on Mounts Pindus and Pelion. Elwes found it in Macedonia, on the north side of Mount Olympus.

Seed is without doubt the best means of reproducing the tree, and I am inclined to think that the best and cleanest trunks are produced by seedlings which have never been transplanted, but opinions differ on this question. Seed is only produced in quantity at intervals of several years, and in some years a large proportion of the seeds, even in districts where the beech grows well, are mere empty husks.

The season of 1890 was probably the best for beech-mast in England which had occurred for many years, and I took particular pains, by enclosing certain spots where I found a number of germinating seeds in the following April, to protect them. But a severe frost, which occurred in the middle of May, destroyed all or nearly all the seedlings in the open, and those whose germination had been delayed by dense shade, or a thick covering of leaves, mostly withered away in the dry summer which ensued, before their rootlets had become established in the ground. Notwithstanding this, in most woods where rabbits, pheasants, and wood-pigeons are not so abundant as to devour all the seedlings and seeds, a good number of seedling beech of the year 1901 may still be found, and in the New Forest and elsewhere the ground in suitable spots is covered with seedlings.

Whether the seed should be sown when ripe or kept until the following spring is a question which must be decided by local conditions and experience, but where the danger of late spring frosts is great, I should prefer keeping it in an airy, dry loft spread thinly on a floor until April, or even the first week in May, as if February and March are mild, it will germinate in March and run great risk of being frozen in April or May. On March 11, 1901, I found a quantity of