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 for the classics? Reprinting German editions on better paper. A great boast, verily! What for mathematics? What for metaphysics? What for history? What for any thing worth knowing? This was a seat of learning in the days of Friar Bacon. But the Friar is gone, and his learning with him. Nothing of him is left but the immortal nose, which, when his brazen head had tumbled to pieces, crying "Time's Past," was the only palpable fragment among its minutely pulverized atoms, and which is still resplendent over the portals of its cognominal college. That nose, sir, is the only thing to which I shall take off my hat, in all this Babylon of buried literature.

But, doctor, it is something to have a great reservoir of learning, at which some may draw if they please.

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 But, here, good care is taken that nobody shall please. If even a small drop from the sacred fountain,, as Callimachus has it, were carried off by any one, it would be evidence of something to hope for. But the system of dissuasion from all good learning is brought here to a pitch of perfection that baffles the keenest aspirant. I run over to myself the names of the scholars of Germany, a glorious catalogue: but ask for those of Oxford,—Where are they? The echoes of their courts, as vacant as their heads, will answer, Where are they? The tree shall be known by its fruit: and seeing that this great tree, with all its specious seeming, brings forth no fruit, I do denounce it as a barren fig.

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His tears run down his beard, like winter's drops

From eaves of reeds; your charm so strongly works them,

That if you now beheld them, your affections

Would become tender.

Pro. Dost thou think so, spirit?

Ari. Mine would, sir, were I human.

Pro. And mine shall.

Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling

Of their afflictions, and shall not myself,

One of their kind, that relish all as sharply,

Passion as they, be kindlier mov'd than thou art?

Though with their high wrongs I am struck to the quick,

Yet with my nobler reason 'gainst my fury

Do I take part: the rarer action is

In virtue than in vengeance: they being penitent,

The sole drift of my purpose doth extend

Not a frown further. Go, release them, Ariel.

My charms I'll break, their senses I'll restore,

And they shall be themselves.

Ari. I'll fetch them, sir.

Pro. Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and groves;

And ye, that on the sands with printless foot

Do chase the ebbing Neptune and do fly him

When he comes back; you demi-puppets, that

By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make

Whereof the ewe not bites; and you, whose pastime

Is to make midnight mushrooms; that rejoice

To hear the solemn curfew; by whose aid,—

Weak masters though ye be—I have bedimm'd

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 do nothing without motives. If learning get nothing but honor, and very little of that; and if the good things of this world, which ought to be the rewards of learning, become the mere gifts of self-interested patronage; you must not wonder if, in the finishing of education, the science which takes precedence of all others, should be the science of currying favor.

Very true, sir. Education is well finished, for all worldly purposes, when the head is brought into the state whereinto I am accustomed to bring a marrow-bone, when it has been set before me on a toast, with a white napkin wrapped round it. Nothing trundles along the high road of preferment so trimly as a well-biassed sconce, picked clean within and polished without; totus teres atque rotundus. The perfection of the finishing lies


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 I thought she was jesting; but in the evening I was never more surprised than to see her return with her husband. We looked over the money together, and as we found amongst it three hundred pieces of a hundred sous, like those she had pointed out, I let him have them, and he gave me a premium of sixty francs. You may judge after that if they are honest people or not, since they might, if they had liked, have had them coin for coin."

By the work we know the workmen. The last sentence of Madame Sebillotte informed me what sort of people were those honest creatures whose eulogy she made; nor did I need more to be assured, that the robbery, the authors of which I sought to detect, had been committed by the Bohémiens. The matter of exchange was quite in their way; and then Madame Sebillotte, in describing them, only confirmed me more and more in my preconceived opinion.

I soon left the couple, and from that moment all dark complexions were looked at by me with suspicion. I was thinking how and where I should be most likely to fall in with some of the persons I wanted, when, passing along the Boulevard du Temple, I saw, seated in a cabaret, called La Maison Rustique, two persons, whose copper-hued skin and foreign look awoke in my mind reminiscences of my sojourn at Malines. I entered; who should I see but Christian, with one of his pals, whom I also knew. I went up to them, and presenting my hand to Christian, saluted him by the name of Coroin. He looked at me for a moment, and then, my features becoming known to him, "Ah," he cried, jumping on my neck with transport, "my old friend."

So long a period had passed since we met, that, of course, after the customary compliments, we had many questions to ask and reply to mutually. He wanted to know why I left Malines; and without intimating my intention to him, I trumped up a story which passed current.

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The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds,

And 'twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault

Set roaring war: to the dread-rattling thunder

Have I given fire and rifted Jove's stout oak

With his own bolt: the strong-bas'd promontory

Have I made shake; and by the spurs pluck'd up

The pine and cedar: graves at my command

Have wak'd their sleepers, op'd, and let them forth

By my so potent art. But this rough magic

I here abjure; and, when I have requir'd

Some heavenly music,—which even now I do,—

To work mine end upon their senses that

This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff,

Bury it certain fathoms in the earth,

And, deeper than did ever plummet sound,

I'll drown my book.

A solemn air and the best comforter

To an unsettled fancy, cure thy brains,

Now useless, boil'd within thy skull! There stand,

For you are spell-stopp'd.

Holy Gonzalo, honourable man,

Mine eyes, even sociable to the show of thine,

Fall fellowly drops. The charm dissolves apace;

And as the morning steals upon the night,

Melting the darkness, so their rising senses

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 not, I credit it: besides, I find you again, and that is the main point. Ah! all our old cronies will rejoice to see you. They are all in Paris. Caron, Langarin, Ruffler, Martin, Sisque, Mich, Litle; even old mother Lavio is with us; and Betche too, little Betche."

"Ah, yes, your wife."

"How pleased she will be to see you. If you will be here at six o'clock the union will be complete; we are to meet here, and go to the theatre together. You shall be of the party; but we will not part now. You have not dined?"

"No."

"Nor I either; we will go to Capucin."

"If you like; it is close at hand."

"Yes, only two steps, at the corner of the Rue d'Angoulême."

This vintner and cook, whose establishment bears a grotesque image of a disciple of Saint Francis as a sign, then enjoyed the favour of the public, in whose eyes quantity is always more valued than quality; and then for the holiday keepers on Sunday and Saint Monday,—for those jolly fellows, who carry on the war the whole week, is it not very pleasant to have a place where, without faring badly or offending any person, they may appear in all sorts of garbs, with any growth of beard, and in every state of intoxication?

Such were the advantages which offered themselves at Capucin's, without mentioning the large snuff-box always open on the citizen's counter, at the service of whosoever, in passing, wished to refresh his nostrils with a pinch. It was four o'clock when we installed ourselves in this spot of liberty and joy. The space was long till six o'clock. I was impatient to return to the Maison Rustique, where Christian's companions were to meet. After the repast we rejoined them; there were six, in accosting whom Christian spoke in their peculiar language. They instantly surrounded, hailed, embraced, welcomed me with acclamation; pleasure sparkled in their eyes.


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 in the bias, which keeps it trundling in the given direction. There is good and sufficient reason for the fig being barren, but it is not therefore the less a barren fig.

At Godstow, they gathered hazel on the grave of Rosamond; and, proceeding on their voyage, fell into a discussion on legendary histories.

History is but a tiresome thing in itself: it becomes more agreeable the more romance is mixed up with it. The great enchanter has made me learn many things which I should never have dreamed of studying, if they had not come to me in the form of amusement.

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 "No play, no play," cried the wanderers, with unanimous voice.

"You are right," said Christian, "no play; we will go to the theatre another time; let us drink, my boys, let us drink."

"Let us drink," echoed the Bohémiens. Wine and punch circulated freely. I drank, laughed, talked, and carried on my trade. I watched their countenances, motions, actions, and nothing escaped me. I recalled to myself some indications furnished by Monsieur and Madame Sebillotte; and the history of the hundred sous pieces, which had only been the first slight groundwork of a conjecture, became the basis of confirmed conviction.

Christian, or his mates, I could no longer doubt were the authors of the robbery announced to the police. How did I commend the casual glance made so à propos at the interior of La Maison Rustique! But it was not all to have detected the guilty; I waited until their brains were properly heated by the alcoholic applications; and when the whole party was in a state when one candle was enough to show two persons, I went out, and, running hastily to the Theatre de la Gaîté, informed the officer on duty that I was with some thieves, and arranged with him that in an hour or two at latest he should apprehend us all, men and women.

These instructions given, I returned quickly. My absence had not been remarked; but at ten o'clock the house was visited, the peace-officer presented himself, and with him a formidable body of gendarmes and agents. They secured each of us separately, and then conducted us to the guard-house.

The commissary had preceded us; he ordered a general search. Christian, who called himself Hirch, in vain endeavoured to conceal M. Sebillotte's six silver spoons; and his companion, Madame Villemain, (the title the lady gave herself,) could not preserve in secret, from the rigid search she underwent, the two gold watches mentioned in the complaint. The others were


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 Rossini?

Aye, there is another enchanter. But I mean the great enchanter of Covent Garden: he who, for more than a quarter of a century, has produced two pantomimes a year, to the delight of children of all ages; including myself at all ages. That is the enchanter for me. I am for the pantomimes. All the northern enchanter's romances put together, would not furnish materials for half the southern enchanter's pantomimes.

Surely you do not class literature with pantomime?

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 also compelled to produce money and jewels, which were taken from them.

I was anxious to know the opinion of my ancient comrades on this matter. I thought I read in their eyes that they did not in the least distrust me; nor was I mistaken, for scarcely had we reached the violon, (the watch-house,) than they made me excuses for having been the involuntary cause of my arrest.

"It was not purposely done," said Christian, "but who the devil could have expected such a thing? You were quite right to say you knew nothing about us: be quiet, and we will not say a word to the contrary; and, as nothing has been found on your person to put you in any danger, you may be certain they will not long detain you."

Christian then recommended discretion to me, as to his real name, as well as those of his companions;

"Although," he added, "the recommendation is superfluous, since you are not less interested than we, in keeping silence on this score."

"II [sic] offered to the gipsies to use the first moments of my liberty in their service; and in the hope that I should not be kept long in durance, they told me their domicile, so that in getting out I might inform their comrades. About midnight the commissary sent for me, under pretence of examining me, and we instantly went to the Marché Lenoir, where dwelt the famous Duchesse and three other pals of Christian, whom we apprehended by virtue of a warrant, and after a search, which produced all necessary proofs for their conviction.

This band consisted of twelve persons, six men and six women; they were all condemned, the former to irons, the latter to close confinement. The vintner of the Rue de Charenton recovered his jewellery, plate, and the greater portion of his money.

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 pantomime of literature. There is the same variety of character, the same diversity of story, the same copiousness of incident, the same research into costume, the same display of heraldry, falconry, minstrelsy, scenery, monkery, witchery, devilry, robbery, poachery, piracy, fishery, gipsy-astrology, demonology, architecture, fortification, castrametation, navigation; the same running base of love and battle. The main difference is, that the one set of amusing fictions is told in music and action; the other in all the worst dialects of the English language. As to any sentence worth remembering, any moral or political truth, any thing having a tendency, however remote, to make men wiser or better, to make them think, to make them even think of thinking; they are both precisely alike: nuspiam, nequaquam, nullibi, nullimodis.


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 experience she had was not lost upon her; she remembered that, once in her life, she had nearly been a great loser, by having sold five-franc pieces for a hundred and four sous. "A burnt child dreads the fire."

This meeting with the Bohémiens was almost miraculous; but in the course of eighteen years that I have been attached to the police, it has happened more than once that I have been casually brought in contact with persons whom in my early days I had known.

AÀ [sic] propos of occurrences of this kind, I cannot resist the desire of mentioning in this chapter one of the thousand absurd complaints which it was my lot to receive daily; this in particular procured for me a very singular renewal of acquaintance.

One morning whilst I was occupied in drawing up a report, I was told that a lady of respectable appearance desired to see me; she has, was added, to speak with you on an affair of importance. I ordered that she should be admitted instantly. She entered.

"I have to beg pardon for disturbing you; you are Monsieur Vidocq? It is to Monsieur Vidocq that I have the honour of addressing myself?"

"Yes, madame; and in what can I be of service to you?"

"Oh, you can aid me materially, sir; you can restore to me appetite and sleep. I neither rest nor eat.—Ah, how wretched is it to be gifted with excessive sensibility. Ah! sir, how I pity persons of our sentiment! I swear to you that it is the most distressing qualification that Heaven can bestow!—He was so well brought up, so interesting.—If you had known him you could not have forborne loving him—Poor dear!!" [sic]

"But, madame, condescend to explain: you may perhaps suffer by a causeless delay, and lose precious time."

"He was my only comfort—"

"Well, madame, what is it?"

"I have not power to tell you."

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 1898.] wards—that the ship had struck something, and he ran out into the cabin. There, he saw, the cabin-table had vanished somewhere. The deck being blown up, it had fallen down into the lazarette of course. Where we had our breakfast that morning he saw only a great hole in the floor. This appeared to him so awfully mysterious, and impressed him so immensely, that what he saw and heard after he got on deck were mere trifles in comparison. And, mark, he noticed directly the wheel deserted and his barque off her course—and his only thought was to get that miserable, stripped, undecked, smouldering shell of a ship back again with her head pointing at her port of destination. Bankok! That's what he was after. I tell you this quiet, bowed, bandy-legged, almost deformed little man was immense in the singleness of his idea and in his placid ignorance of our agitation. He motioned us forward with a gesture almost august, and went to the wheel himself.

"Yes; that was the first thing we did—trim the yards of that wreck. No one was killed, or even disabled, and every one was more or less hurt. But you should have seen them. Some were in rags, with black faces, like coalheavers, like sweeps, and had bullet heads that seemed closely cropped, but were in fact singed to the skin. Others, of the watch below, awakened by being shot out from their collapsing bunks, shivered incessantly, and kept on groaning even as we went about our work. But they all worked. That crew of Liverpool hard cases had in them the right stuff. It's my experience they always have. It is the sea that gives it—the vastness, the loneliness surrounding their dark stolid souls. Ah! Well! we stumbled, we crept, we fell, we barked our shins on the wreckage, we hauled. The masts stood, but we did not know how much they might be charred down below. It was nearly calm, but a long swell ran from the west and made her roll. They might go at any moment. We looked at them with apprehension. One could not foresee which way they would fall.

"Then we got aft and looked about us. The deck was a tangle of planks on edge, of planks on end, of splinters, of ruined woodwork. The masts rose from that chaos like big trees above a matted undergrowth. The interstices of that mass of wreckage were full of something whitish, sluggish, stirring—of something that was like a greasy fog. The smoke of the invisible fire was coming up again, was trailing, like a poisonous thick mist in some valley choked with dead wood. Already lazy wisps were beginning to curl upwards amongst the mass of splinters. Here and there a piece of timber, stuck upright, resembled a post. Half of a fife-rail had been shot through the foresail, and the sky made a patch of glorious blue in the ignobly soiled canvas. A portion of several boards holding together had fallen across the rail, and one end protruded overboard, like a gangway leading upon nothing, like a gangway leading over the deep sea, leading to death—as if inviting us to walk the plank at once and thus end the poignant comedy of that voyage. And still the air, the sky—a ghost, something invisible was hailing the ship.

"Some one had the sense to look over, and there was the helmsman, who had impulsively jumped overboard, anxious to come back. He yelled and swam lustily like a merman, keeping up with the ship. We threw him a rope, and presently


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 Very amusing, however.

Very amusing, very amusing.

My quarrel with the northern enchanter is, that he has grossly misrepresented the twelfth century.

He has misrepresented every thing, or he would not have been very amusing. Sober truth is but dull matter to the reading rabble. The angler, who puts not on his hook the bait that best pleases the fish, may sit all day on the bank without catching a gudgeon.


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 duced a paper which she gave me with averted eyes, saying, "Read, read."

"These are printed papers you have given me; you must have made some mistake."

"Would that I did, sir; would to heaven that I did. I beseech you to cast your eyes over the number 32,740; my grief forbids me to utter more! Ah! how cruel is my fate.—(Tears fell from her eyes, the word expired upon her lips, she was convulsed by sobs, and could with apparent difficulty prevent them suffocating her.) I am strangled! I am choking! I feel something swelling in my throat.—Ah! ah! ah! ah!"

I handed a seat to the lady, and whilst she abandoned herself to her sorrow, I turned over two or three leaves, until I reached No. 32,740, under the head of lost property; the page was moist with tears; I read:

"A small spaniel, with long silvery silky hair, dropping ears; he is perfectly trimmed; a mark of fire above each eye: physiognomy excessively animated, the tail trumpet-fashion, forming the bird of paradise. His natural disposition is very endearing; will eat nothing but the white of a chicken, and answers to the name of Garçon, pronounced with mildness. His mistress is in despair; fifty francs reward will be given to whosoever will bring him to the Rue de Turenne, No. 23."

"Well, madame! what am I to do for Garçon? Dogs are not under my control. I see that he was a most amiable creature."

"Ah! sir, amiable! that is the exact word," sighed the lady, in accents that penetrated the very heart; "and his intelligence could not be surpassed; he never left me.—Dearest Garçon! Would you believe it, that during the holy exercises, he had a more devout look than myself? In truth, he was generally admired, his appearance alone was a lesson to mankind.—Alas! alas! on Sunday last we were going together to the sacrament, I was carrying him under my arm; you know


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The Tempest, V. i Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle

Their clearer reason.—O good Gonzalo!

My true preserver, and a loyal sir

To him thou follow'st, I will pay thy graces

Home, both in word and deed.—Most cruelly

Didst thou, Alonso, use me and my daughter:

Thy brother was a furtherer in the act;—

Thou'rt pinch'd for 't now, Sebastian.—Flesh and blood,

You, brother mine, that entertain'd ambition,

Expell'd remorse and nature; who, with Sebastian,—

Whose inward pinches therefore are most strong,—

Would here have kill'd your king; I do forgive thee,

Unnatural though thou art!—Their understanding

Begins to swell, and the approaching tide

Will shortly fill the reasonable shore

That now lies foul and muddy. Not one of them

That yet looks on me, or would know me.—Ariel,

Fetch me the hat and rapier in my cell:—

I will discase me, and myself present,

As I was sometime Milan.—Quickly, spirit;

Thou shalt ere long be free.

Where the bee sucks, there suck I,

In a cowslip's bell I lie;

There I couch when owls do cry.

On the bat's back I do fly

After summer merrily:

Merrily, merrily shall I live now

Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.'

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74  Pro. Why, that's my dainty Ariel! I shall miss thee;

But yet thou shalt have freedom;—so, so, so.—

To the king's ship, invisible as thou art:

There shalt thou find the mariners asleep

Under the hatches; the master and the boatswain

Being awake, enforce them to this place,

And presently, I prithee.

Ari. I drink the air before me, and return

Or e'er your pulse twice beat.

Gon. All torment, trouble, wonder, and amazement

Inhabits here: some heavenly power guide us

Out of this fearful country!

Pro. Behold, sir king,

The wronged Duke of Milan, Prospero.

For more assurance that a living prince

Does now speak to thee, I embrace thy body;

And to thee and thy company I bid

A hearty welcome.

Alon. Whe'r thou beest he or no,

Or some enchanted trifle to abuse me,

As late I have been, I not know: thy pulse

Beats, as of flesh and blood; and, since I saw thee,

Th' affliction of my mind amends, with which,

I fear, a madness held me: this must crave,—

An if this be at all—a most strange story.

Thy dukedom I resign, and do entreat

Thou pardon me my wrongs.—But how should Prospero

Be living, and be here?

Pro. First, noble friend,

Let me embrace thine age; whose honour cannot

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 these little creatures have perpetual wants—at the moment we were entering the church, I put him on the ground, that he might do as he wished; I went onwards, not to disturb him, and when I returned—no Garçon.—I called Garçon, Garçon!—he had disappeared. I left the Benedictine to run after him; and—judge of my misery—I could not find him. This is the business that has induced me to trouble you to day, to entreat that you would have the excessive kindness to have a search made for him. I will pay all that is needful; but take care he is not ill-used. I am sure the fault has not been his."

"Indeed, madame, whether he is in fault or not is no concern of mine; your complaint is not of that nature to which I am allowed to attend; if we were to give our time to dogs, cats, and birds, there would be endless work."

"Well, sir; since you take that tone, I shall address his excellency. If there is no respect shown to persons who think well—Do you know I belong to the congregation, and that—"

"You may belong to the devil for me—"

I could not finish my speech: a deformity which I observed suddenly in the devout mistress of Garçon, produced from me a sudden fit of laughter, which entirely disconcerted her.

"Am not I an object of mirth?" said she, "laugh away, sir, laugh away."

When my sudden gaiety had a little abated, I said:—

"Forgive, madame, this impulse, which I could not control; I did not know at first with whom I was conversing, but now I know how I should behave. Do you really deplore the loss of Garçon?"

"Ah! sir, I cannot survive it."

"You have never then experienced a loss which more sensibly affected you?"

"No, sir."

"Yet you have had a husband in this world, you had a son, you have had lovers—"


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 But how do you mean that he has misrepresented the twelfth century? By exhibiting some of its knights and ladies in the colors of refinement and virtue, seeing that they were all no better than ruffians, and something else that shall be nameless?

By no means. By depicting them as much worse than they were, not, as you suppose, much better. No one would infer from his pictures, that theirs was a much better state of society than this which we live in.

No, nor was it. It was a period of brutality, ignorance, fanaticism, and tyranny; when the land was covered with castles, and every castle contained a gang of banditti, headed by a titled robber, who levied contri-


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 butions with fire and sword; plundering, torturing, ravishing, burying his captives in loathsome dungeons, and broiling them on gridirons, to force from them the surrender of every particle of treasure which he suspected them of possessing; and fighting every now and then with the neighbouring lords, his conterminal bandits, for the right of marauding on the boundaries. This was the twelfth century, as depicted by all contemporary historians and poets.

No, sir. Weigh the evidence of specific facts; you will find more good than evil. Who was England's greatest hero; the mirror of chivalry, the pattern of honor, the fountain of generosity, the model to all succeeding ages of military glory? Richard the First. There is a king of the twelfth century. What was the first step of liberty?


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 Magna Charta. That was the best thing ever done by lords. There are lords of the twelfth century. You must remember, too, that these lords were petty princes, and made war on each other as legitimately as the heads of larger communities did or do. For their system of revenue, it was, to be sure, more rough and summary than that which has succeeded it, but it was certainly less searching and less productive. And as to the people, I content myself with these great points: that every man was armed, every man was a good archer, every man could and would fight effectively, with sword or pike, or even with oaken cudgel; no man would live quietly without beef and ale; if he had them not, he fought till he either got them, or was put out of condition to want them. They were not, and could not be, subjected to that powerful pressure of all the other


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 classes of society, combined by gunpowder, steam, and fiscality, which has brought them to that dismal degradation in which we see them now. And there are the people of the twelfth century.

As to your king, the enchanter has done him ample justice, even in your own view. As to your lords and their ladies, he has drawn them too favorably, given them too many of the false colors of chivalry, thrown too attractive a light on their abominable doings. As to the people, he keeps them so much in the background, that he can hardly be said to have represented them at all, much less misrepresented them, which indeed he could scarcely do, seeing that, by your own showing, they were all thieves, ready to knock down any man for what they could not come by honestly.


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No, sir. They could come honestly by beef and ale, while they were left to their simple industry. When oppression interfered with them in that, then they stood on the defensive, and fought for what they were not permitted to come by quietly.

If A., being aggrieved by B., knocks down C., do you call that standing on the defensive?

That depends on who or what C. is.

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 too darkly for the other of you, I should say, as an impartial man, he has represented it fairly. My quarrel with him is, that his works contain nothing worth quoting; and a book that furnishes no quotations, is me judice, no book,—it is a plaything. There is no question about the amusement,—amusement of multitudes; but if he who amuses us most, is to be our enchanter, then my enchanter is the enchanter of Covent Garden.


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* teacher gave us a big assignment. El profesor nos dio una tarea grande. $undefined$ designación I was surprised at his assignment. Me causó sorpresa su designación.
 * assimilate asimilar.
 * assist ayudar, asistir.
 * assistance auxilio, ayuda,
 * assistant ayudante, asistente.
 * associate [n] consocio He's been an associate of mine for many years. Ha sido consocio mío durante muchos años.
 * associate [v] mezclar His name has been associated with a recent scandal. Su nombre ha estado mezclado en un reciente escándalo. $undefined$ asociar Our two firms have always been associated. Nuestras dos casas siempre han estado asociadas. She never did associate with us very much. Nunca ha sido muy amiga nuestra.
 * association asociación, relación His association with important people helped him to advance. Su relación con gente de importancia le ayudó a progresar. $undefined$ asociación, sociedad I don't think I'll join that association. No creo que me incorporaré a esa asociación. associations recuerdo This picture doesn't bring up any associations for me. Este cuadro no despierta en mi ningún recuerdo.
 * assorted surtido I want a bag of assorted chocolates. Deseo un paquete de bombones surtidos.
 * assume asumir I've always had to assume the family's responsibilities. Siempre he tenido que asumir las responsabilidades de la familia. $undefined$ suponer, presumir I assume that dinner will be on time. Supongo que la comida estará a la hora. $undefined$ darse She assumed an air of innocence. Se dio aire de inocente.
 * assurance seguridad, certeza He gave us his assurance that he'd pay on time. Nos dio la seguridad de que pagaría a tiempo.—He works with complete assurance that he'll succeed. Trabaja con la completa seguridad de que va a tener éxito.—I wouldn't want to start this without the assurance that it's necessary. No quisiera empezar esto sin tener la seguridad de que es necesario.
 * assure asegurar That's not so, I assure you. No es así, se lo aseguro.—He assured us that he'd be there. Nos aseguró que estaría allí.
 * aster aster.
 * asthma asma.
 * at en I'll be at home. Estaré en casa.—I'm not good at that. No soy hábil en eso. $undefined$ de I was surprised at its size. Estaba sorprendido de su tamaño.—What are you laughing at? ¿De qué se están riendo Uds.? $undefined$ a The gloves sell at three dollars a pair. Los guantes se venden a tres dólares el par.—Be there at ten o'clock. Esté Ud. allí a las diez.—Aim at it. Apunte a eso.—We haven't arrived at a decision. No hemos llegado a ninguna decisión. $undefined$ por In the morning, and at night. Por la mañana, y por la noche. $undefined$ con He's mad at me. Está enfadado conmigo. at all nada de I haven't got any money at all. No tengo nada de dinero.  at all costs a toda costa We must do it at all costs. Tenemos que hacerlo a toda costa.  at best a lo más This car will go only  miles per hour, or at best, fifty. Este auto marcha sólo a cuarenta y cinco millas por hora, o a lo más a cincuenta.  at first al principio At first we didn't like the town. Al principio no nos gustaba la ciudad.  at last al fin At last the train's arrived. Al fin el tren ha llegado.  at least al menos, por lo menos There were at least a hundred people present. Había presentes por lo menos cien personas.  at most a lo más Give me a dozen, or at most twenty. Déme una docena, o a lo más veinte.  at once en seguida I'll leave at once. Salgo en seguida.  at times a veces At times I'm doubtful. A veces dudo.  at will a antojo de uno They come and go at will. Van y vienen a su antojo.  to be at ease sentirse bien I feel at ease in his presence. Me siento bien en su presencia.  Be ready to leave at a moment's notice. Esté preparado para salir a momento en que le avisen.
 * athlete atleta.
 * atmosphere atmósfera.
 * attach enganchar Attach the trailer to your automobile. Enganche el carro de remolque a su automóvil. $undefined$ embargar His creditors attached his salary. Sus acreedores le embargaron el sueldo. to attach importance to dar importancia a We don't attach much importance to it. No le damos mucha


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* importancia. to be attached ser agregado, estar agregado For many years he's been attached to the Embassy. Fué agregado a la Embajada durante muchos años. $undefined$ estar apegado He's very much attached to his family. Esta muy apegado a su familia.
 * attack [n] ataque She's had a heart attack. Ha tenido un ataque al corazón. [v] atacar The enemy position has been attacked. La posición del enemigo ha sido atacada.
 * attain lograr, obtener.
 * attempt [n] esfuerzo He made a courageous attempt to save her Hizo un esfuerzo valeroso para salvarla $undefined$ tentativa That was her first attempt at cooking. Fué su primera tentativa culinaria. [v] intentar Don't attempt too much. No intente demasiado.
 * attend asistir a Did you attend the meeting? ¿Asistió Ud a la reunión? $undefined$ cuidar What doctor attended you? ¿Qué doctor le cuidó? to attend to atender, ocuparse I have some things to attend to. Tengo algunas cosas a que atender.
 * attendance presencia My attendance will hardly be necessary. Casi no será necesaria mi presencia. $undefined$ público, auditorio We've had very poor attendance at these meetings. Hemos tenido muy poco público en estas reuniones.
 * attendant sirviente.
 * attention atención Please give me your complete attention. Hagan el favor de escucharme con toda atención. I can't get anyone's attention. No puede conseguir que nadie me atienda.
 * attest atestiguar.
 * attitude actitud.
 * attorney abogado.
 * attract atraer.
 * attraction atracción Her dancing is the big attraction of the show. Su baile es la atracción más grande de la función. main attraction número principal We got to the circus just in time for the main attraction. Llegamos al circo precisamente para el número principal
 * attractive atractivo, atrayente.
 * attribute [n] atributo.
 * attribute [v] atribuir To what do you attribute your success? ¿A qué atribuye Ud. su éxito?
 * auction subasta, remate.
 * audible audible.
 * audience auditorio, público.
 * auditorium auditorio.
 * August agosto.
 * aunt tía aunt and uncle tíos I'd like you to meet my aunt and uncle Me gustaría presentarle a mis tíos.
 * author autor
 * authority autoridad What authority do you have to do this? ¿Qué autoridad tiene Ud para hacer esto?—I'm not an authority on that. No soy una autoridad en eso. authorities autoridades I'll speak to the authorities. Hablaré con las autoridades.
 * authorize autorizar, facultar.
 * auto auto.
 * automatic automático. automatic (pistol) pistola automática
 * automobile automóvil.
 * autumn otoño.
 * avail of no avail en vano The doctor's efforts to save his life were of no avail. Los esfuerzos del médico por salvar su vida fueron en vano.  to avail oneself aprovecharse Avail yourself of every opportunity. Aprovéchese de todas las oportunidades.
 * available disponible.
 * avenue avenida.
 * average [n] promedio The average (age) of the class is fifteen years. El promedio (de edad) de la clase es de quince años. [adj] medio What's the average temperature here? ¿Cuál es la temperatura media aquí?  [v] hallar el promedio Average this column of figures for me. Hálleme el promedio de esta columna de cifras.  on the average por término medio On the average I go to the movies once a week. Por término medio voy al cine una vez por semana.
 * aviation aviación.
 * avocado aguacate, palta [Am].
 * avoid evitar Avoid that at all cost. Eviten eso a toda costa. He avoided her. Evitaba encontrarla.
 * await esperar We await your reply. Esperamos su repuesta.
 * awake [adj] despierto Are you wide awake? ¿Está Ud. bien despierto? [v] despertar Some airplanes awoke me at five o'clock. Unos aeroplanos me despertaron a las cinco.


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 * Graetz.—IV. p. 42 [45].
 * J. Chotzner.—J. Q. R., VIII, p. 414.
 * T. Goodman—English translation of Bechinath Olam (London, 1830).

 * Edelmann.—The Path of Good Men (London, 1852).
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198 ant historical record. For the author shared the sufferings of the Jews of the Iberian peninsula in 1391, and this gives pathetic point to his counsel: “Flee without hesitation when exile is the only means of securing religious freedom; have no regard to your worldly career or your property, but go at once.”

It is needless to indicate fully the nature of the Ethical Wills of the sixteenth and subsequent centuries. They are closely similar to the foregoing, but they tend to become more learned and less simple. Yet, though as literature they are often quite insignificant, as ethics they rarely sink below mediocrity.

 * Steinschneider.—Jewish Literature, pp. 100, 232.
 * B. H. Ascher.—Choice of Pearls (with English translation, London, 1859).
 * D. Rosin.—Ethics of Solomon Ibn Gebirol, J. Q. R., III, p. 159.

 * Graetz, III, p. 271.


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"Kitty."

"Yes, Chris." She was sweet and obedient and alert.

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Rh in the Rhinelands during the thirteenth century. “The Book of the Pious” (Sefer ha-Chassidim) is mystical, and in course of time superstitious elements were interpolated. Wrongly attributed to a single writer, Judah Chassid, the “Book of the Pious” was really the combined product of the Jewish spirit in the thirteenth century. It is a conglomerate of the sublime and the trivial, the purely ethical with the ceremonial. With this popular and remarkable book may be associated other conglomerates of the ritual, the ethical, and the mystical, as the Rokeach by Eleazar of Worms.

A simpler but equally popular work was Yedaiah Bedaressi’s “Examination of the World” (Bechinath Olam), written in about the year 1310. Its style is florid but poetical, and the many quaint turns which it gives to quotations from the Bible remind the reader of Ibn Gebirol. Its earnest appeal to man to aim at the higher


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 not see Margaret Allington I shall die."

She raised her hands to her jewels, and pressed the cool globes of her pearls into her flesh. "She lives near here," she said easily. "I will send the car down for her to-morrow. You shall see as much of her as you like."

His arms fell to his sides.

"Thank you," he muttered; "you're all being so kind—" He disengaged himself into the darkness.

I was amazed at Kitty's beautiful act and more amazed to find that it had made her face ugly. Her eyes snapped as they met mine.

"That dowd!" she said, keeping her voice low, so that he might not hear it as he passed to and fro before the window.

"That dowd!"

This sudden abandonment of beauty and amiability meant so much in our Kitty, whose law of life is grace, that I went over and kissed her.


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192 life, its easily intelligible and commonplace morals, endeared it to the “general reader” of the Middle Ages. Few books have been more often printed, few more often translated.

Another favorite class of ethical books consisted of compilations made direct from the Talmud and the Midrash. The oldest and most prized of these was Isaac Aboab’s “Lamp of Light” (Menorath ha-Maor). It was an admirably written book, clearly arranged, and full to the brim of ethical gems. Aboab’s work was written between 1310 and 1320. It is arranged according to subjects, differing in this respect from another very popular compilation, Jacob Ibn Chabib’s “Eye of Jacob” (En Yaakob), which was completed in the sixteenth century. In this, the Hagadic passages of the Talmud are extracted without arrangement, the order of the Talmud itself being retained. The “Eye of Jacob” was an extremely popular work.


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 "Dear, you're taking things all the wrong way," I said. "Chris is ill—"

"He's well enough to remember her all right," she replied unanswerably. Her silver shoe tapped the floor; she pinched her lips for some moments. "After all, I suppose I can sit down to it. Other women do. Teddy Rex keeps a Gaiety girl, and Mrs. Rex has to grin and bear it." She shrugged in answer to my silence. "What else is it, do you think? It means that Chris is a man like other men. But I did think that bad women were pretty. I suppose he's had so much to do with pretty ones that a plain one's a change."

"Kitty! Kitty! how can you!"

But her little pink mouth went on manufacturing malice.

"This is all a blind," she said at the end of an unpardonable sentence. "He's pretending."

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 theoretically continues to exist forever (albeit in diminishing amounts), a point is reached where it is practically undetectable.

Overall radioactivity of all the fission products formed decays at a rate that is closely approximated by a rule that states that for each sevenfold increase in time the intensity of the radiation will decrease by a factor of ten. Thus, a radiation rate of 1 roentgen per hour (R/hr) at 1 hour after the detonation would be expected to be 0.1 R/hr after 7 hours and 0.01 R/hr after 49 hours. This rule seems to be valid for about 6 months following a nuclear detonation, after which the observed decay rate is somewhat faster than that predicted by this relationship. Activation products, in general, decay at a faster rate than the fission products.

Fission products and the activation products, along with unfissioned uranium or plutonium from the device, are radioactive components of the material in the debris cloud. This cloud and its fallout are the primary sources of potential exposure to residual radiation.

In a nuclear airburst, the central core of intensely hot material, or fireball, does not touch the surface. The bomb residues (including the fission products, the activation products resulting from neutron iteration with device materials, and unfissioned uranium and/or plutonium) are vaporized. These vapors condense as the fireball rises and cools, and the particles formed by the condensation are small and smoke-like. They are carried up with the cloud to the altitude at which its rise stops, usually called the cloud stabilization altitude. Spread of this material then depends on the winds and weather. If the detonation is of relatively low yield, the cloud stabilization altitude will be in the lower atmosphere and the material will act like dust and return to the Earth's surface in a matter of weeks. Essentially all debris from detonations with yields equivalent to kilotons of TNT will be down within 2 months (Reference A.9). Areas in which this fallout material will be deposited will appear on maps as bands following the wind's direction. Thus, airbursts result in less potential for residual radiation exposure to personnel at the testing area from the debris, although there may be some residual radiation fission products from rapid settling of large particles and short-lived radiation coming from activated surface materials under the burst (if the burst altitude is sufficiently low for neutrons to reach the surface).

Underwater nuclear detonations are muffled by the great mass of water that surrounds them. Initial nuclear radiation is absorbed by the water surrounding the device and the intense heat vaporizes the water near the burst. This forms a bubble beneath the surface of the water that expands as the energy released in the explosion works against the mass of water. This expansion continues until the energy is expended, at which point the bubble begins to collapse as it rises toward the surface. Depending upon the depth of the burst and the size of the bubble (which in turn depends on the detonation yield, or total energy released), the bubble may break the surface of the water near its fully expanded size or smaller. Some radioactive products (including activated salt) are vented into the air as the bubble breaks the surface, but most of the device debris and activation products remain trapped in the volume of water that collapses on the bubble. This volume of water is called the radioactive pool.

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 like a wound in my own body, was past speech then, and I did not care what I did to stop her. I gripped her small shoulders with my large hands, and shook her till her jewels rattled and she scratched my fingers and gasped for breath. But I did not mind so long as she was silent.

Chris spoke from the darkness.

"Jenny!" I let her go. He came in and stood over us, running his hand through his hair unhappily. "Let's all be decent to each other," he said heavily. "It's all such a muddle, and it's so rotten for all of us—"

Kitty shook herself neat and stood up.

"Why don't you say, 'Jenny, you mustn't be rude to visitors'? It's how you feel, I know." She gathered up her needlework. "I'm going to bed. It's been a horrid night."

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Rh ence, so much fuller of Minhag, or established custom, that it speedily became the universal hand-book of Jewish life in many of its phases. It was not accepted in all its parts, and its blemishes were clearly perceived. The author, Joseph Karo, was too tender to the past, and admitted some things which had a historical justification, but which Karo himself would have been the first to reject as principles of conduct for his own or later times. On the whole, the book was a worthy summary of the fundamental Jewish view, that religion is co-extensive with life, and that everything worth doing at all ought to be done in accordance with a general principle of obedience to the divine will. The defects of such a view are the defects of its qualities.

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 felt a stir of tenderness toward her as she left the room. We smiled sadly at each other as we sat down by the fire, and I perceived that, perhaps because I was flushed and looked younger, he felt more intimate with me than he had yet done since his return. Indeed, in the warm, friendly silence that followed he was like a patient when tiring visitors have gone and he is left alone with his trusted nurse; smiled under drooped lids and then paid me the high compliment of disregard. His limbs relaxed, he sank back into his chair. I watched him vigilantly, and was ready at that moment when thought intruded into his drowsings and his face began to twitch. I asked:

"You can't remember her at all?"

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 ing in the same hotel, just like that."

"It's a pity you can't remember Kitty. All that a wife should be she's been to you."

He sat forward, warming his palms at the blaze and hunching his shoulders as though there were a draft. His silence compelled me to look at him, and I found his eyes, cold and incredulous and frightened, on me.

"Jenny, is this true?"

"That Kitty's been a good wife?"

"That Kitty is my wife, that I am old, that"—he waved a hand at the altered room—"all this."

"It is all true. She is your wife, and this place is changed, and it's better and jollier in all sorts of ways, believe me, and fifteen years have passed. Why, Chris, can't you see that I have grown old?" My vanity could hardly endure his slow stare, but I kept my fingers clasped on my lap. "You see?"


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 and to the left of that a low, white house with a green dome rising in its middle, and a veranda with a roof of hammered iron that had gone verdigris-color with age and the Thames weather. This was the Monkey Island Inn. The third Duke of Marlborough had built it for a "folly," and perching there with nothing but a line of walnut-trees and a fringe of lawn between it and the fast, full, shining Thames, it had an eighteenth-century grace and silliness.

Well, one sounded the bell that hung on a post, and presently Margaret in a white dress would come out of the porch and would walk to the stone steps down to the river. Invariably, as she passed the walnut-tree that overhung the path, she would pick a leaf, crush it, and sniff the sweet scent; and as she came near the steps she would shade her eyes and peer across the water. "She is a little near-sighted; you can't imagine how sweet it makes her


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 look," Chris explained. (I did not say that I had seen her, for, indeed, this Margaret I had never seen.) A sudden serene gravity would show that she had seen one, and she would get into the four-foot punt that was used as a ferry and bring it over very slowly, with rather stiff movements of her long arms, to exactly the right place. When she had got the punt up on the gravel her serious brow would relax, and she would smile at one and shake hands and say something friendly, like, "Father thought you'd be over this afternoon, it being so fine; so he's saved some duck's eggs for tea."

And then one took the pole from her and brought her back to the island, though probably one did not mount the steps to the lawn for a long time. It was so good to sit in the punt by the landing-stage while Margaret dabbled her hands in the black waters and forgot her shyness as one talked. "She's such good company.


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 She's got an accurate mind that would have made her a good engineer, but when she picks up facts she kind of gives them a motherly hug. She's charity and love itself." (Again I did not say that I had seen her.) If people drifted in to tea, one had to talk to her while she cut the bread and butter and the sandwiches in the kitchen, but in this year of floods few visitors cared to try the hard rowing below Bray Lock.

So usually one sat down there in the boat, talking with a sense of leisure, as though one had all the rest of one's life in which to carry on this conversation, and noting how the reflected ripple of the water made a bright, vibrant, mark upon her throat, and other effects of the scene upon her beauty, until the afternoon grew drowsy, and she said, "Father will be wanting his tea." And they would go up and find old Allington, in white ducks, standing in the fringe of long grasses and


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 her. He came up, and, in a confused manner, asked what was the matter. Mr. Green explained as well as he could. After taking up the smelling bottle which had fallen from her hand, and holding it a short time to her face, she soon began to revive. During all this time the lady's veil had so covered her face, that Mr. Green had not seen it. When she had so far recovered as to be able to raise her head, she again screamed, and fell back into the arms of the old man. It now appeared quite certain, that either the countenance of George Green, or some other object, was the cause of these fits of fainting; and the old gentleman, thinking it was the former, in rather a petulant tone said, "I will thank you, sir, if you will leave us alone." The child whom the lady was leading, had now set up a squall; and amid the death-like appearance of the lady, the harsh look of the old man, and the cries of the boy, Mr. Green left the grounds, and returned to his hotel.

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 cow-parsley on the other edge of the island, looking to his poultry or his rabbits. He was a little man, with a tuft of copper-colored hair rising from the middle of his forehead like a clown's curl, who skookshook [sic] hands hard and explained very soon that he was a rough diamond.

Then they all had tea under the walnut-tree where the canary's cage was hanging, and the ducks' eggs would be brought out, and Mr. Allington would talk much Thames-side gossip: how the lock-keeper at Teddington had had his back broken by a swan, mad as swans are in May; how they would lose their license at the Dovetail Arms if they were not careful; and how the man who kept the inn by Surly Hall was like to die, because after he had been cursing his daughter for two days for having run away with a soldier from Windsor Barracks, he had suddenly seen her white face in a clump of rushes in the river just under the hole in the garden


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 fence. Margaret would sit quiet, round-eyed at the world's ways, and shy because of Chris.

So they would sit on that bright lawn until the day was dyed with evening blue, and Mr. Allington was more and more often obliged to leap into the punt to chase his ducks, which had started on a trip to Bray Lock, or to crawl into the undergrowth after rabbits similarly demoralized by the dusk.

Then Chris would say he had to go, and they would stand in a communing silence while the hearty voice of Mr. Allington shouted from midstream or under the alder-boughs a disregarded invitation to stay and have a bite of supper. In the liquefaction of colors which happens on a summer evening, when the green grass seemed like a precious fluid poured out on the earth and dripping over to the river, and the chestnut candles were no longer proud flowers, but just wet, white lights


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 partner in the firm that employed him, and was now on the road to wealth.

In the year 1842, just ten years after George Green (for he adopted his master's name) arrived in England, he visited France, and spent some days at Dunkirk. It was towards sunset, on a warm day in the month of October, that Mr. Green, after strolling some distance from the Hotel de Leon, entered a burial ground, and wandered long alone among the silent dead, gazing upon the many green graves and marble tombstones of those who once moved on the theatre of busy life, and whose sounds of gaiety once fell upon the ear of man. All nature around was hushed in silence, and seemed to partake of the general melancholy which hung over the quiet resting-place of departed mortals. After tracing the varied inscriptions which told the characters or conditions of the departed, and viewing the mounds beneath which the dust of mortality slumbered, he had now reached a secluded spot, near to where an aged weeping willow bowed its thick foliage to the ground, as though anxious to hide from the scrutinising gaze of curiosity the grave beneath it. Mr. Green seated himself upon a marble tomb, and began to read Roscoe's Leo X, a copy of which he had under his arm. It was then about twilight, and he had scarcely gone through half a page, when he observed a lady in black, leading a boy, some five years old, up one of the paths; and as the lady's black veil was over her face, he felt somewhat at liberty to eye her more closely. While looking at her, the lady gave a scream, and appeared to be in a fainting position, when Mr. Green sprang from his seat in time to save her from falling to the ground. At this moment, an elderly gentleman was seen approaching with a rapid step, who, from his appearance, was evidently the lady's father, or one intimately connected with

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 in the humid mass of the tree, when the brown earth seemed just a little denser than the water, Margaret also participated.

Chris explained this part of his story stumblingly; but I, too, have watched people I loved in the dusk, and I know what he meant. As she sat in the punt while he ferried himself across it was no longer visible that her fair hair curled differently and that its rather wandering parting was a little on one side; that her straight brows, which were a little darker than her hair, were nearly always contracted in a frown of conscientious speculation; that her mouth and chin were noble, yet as delicate as flowers; that her shoulders were slightly hunched because her young body, like a lily-stem, found it difficult to manage its own tallness. She was then just a girl in white who lifted a white face or drooped a dull-gold head. Then she was nearer to him than at any other


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 time. That he loved her in this twilight, which obscured all the physical details which he adored, seemed to him a guarantee that theirs was a changeless love which would persist if she were old or maimed or disfigured.

He stood beside the crazy post where the bell hung and watched the white figure take the punt over the black waters, mount the gray steps, and assume some of their grayness, become a green shade in the green darkness of the foliage-darkened lawn, and he exulted in that guarantee.

How long this went on he had forgotten; but it continued for some time before there came the end of his life, the last day he could remember. I was barred out of that day. His lips told me of its physical appearances, while from his wet, bright eyes and his flushed skin, his beautiful signs of a noble excitement, I tried to derive the real story. It seemed that the day when he bicycled over to Monkey


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 Island, happy because Uncle Ambrose had gone up to town and he could stay to supper with the Allingtons, was the most glorious day the year had yet brought. The whole world seemed melting into light. Cumulus-clouds floated very high, like lumps of white light, against a deep, glowing sky, and dropped dazzling reflections on the beaming Thames. The trees moved not like timber, shocked by wind, but floatingly, like weeds at the bottom of a well of sunshine. When Margaret came out of the porch and paused, as she always did, to crush and smell the walnut-leaf and shade her eyes with her hand, her white dress shone like silver.

She brought the punt across and said very primly, "Dad will be disappointed; he's gone up to town on business," and answered gravely, "That is very kind of you," when he took the punt-pole from


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 beloved by his contemporaries, and has been fitly styled "the greatest physician of his time," and who will ever stand out and be remembered as one of the most distinguished, learned, and high-principled members of the medical profession in this or any other age or country. The change to which I have just referred seems, with one or two exceptions, to have met with general approval and acceptance by the Harveian Orators since that time, many of whom were classical scholars of high repute, and fully competent to address such a distinguished audience as this in choicest Latin. Personally, for reasons which I need not specify, I certainly do not feel inclined to make any protest against the present practice. At the same time I take this opportunity of expressing my opinion that it would be a great mistake to do away with classical instruction as an essential part of the early training and general culture required for the medical profession, which seems to be the present tendency in certain quarters. Still less do I feel inclined to fall in with the views of those whose desire and aim is "to see the classical and historical scheme of education entirely abandoned, and its place taken by a scheme of education in the knowledge of nature." I would further take this opportunity of emphasising the essential value and importance at the present day of an adequate knowledge of modern languages, particularly French and German, in the

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 concerns of her cottage in Virginia, and knew well the duties imposed upon her. Mrs. Crawford was much pleased with her new servant, and often made mention of her in presence of Morton. The young man's sympathy ripened into love, which was reciprocated by the friendless and injured child of sorrow. There was but one course left; that was, to purchase the young girl and make her hie wife, Which he did six months after her arrival in Crawford's family. The young physician and his wife immediately took lodgings in another part of the city; a private teacher was called in, and the young wife taught some of those accomplishments which are necessary for one's taking a position in society. Dr. Morton soon obtained a largo practice in his profession, and with it increased in wealth—but with all his wealth he never would own a slave. Mrs. Morton was now in a position to seek out and redeem her mother, whom she had not heard of since they parted at Natchez. An agent was immediately despatched to hunt out the mother and to see if she could be purchased. The agent had no trouble in finding out Mr. Peck: but all overtures were unavailable; he would not sell Currer. His excuse was, that she was such a good housekeeper that he could not spare her. Poor Althesa felt sad when she found that her mother could not be bought. However, she felt a consciousness of having done her duty in the matter, yet waited with the hope that the day might come when she should have her mother by her side.

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6 our long and intimate friendship, that you, Sir, will be ready to acquiesce in my selection, and at the same time to extend to me your kindly sympathy and encouragement in the trying position in which I am placed. And as this is the first occasion on which you make what I may call a public appearance in this College as President, I trust it may not be considered out of place if, for myself and on behalf of the Fellows generally, I offer you our cordial congratulations on attaining to such an eminent and distinguished position, which you have so well and honourably earned by following in Harvey's footsteps, and which I feel confident you will most worthily adorn.

I need scarcely remind you that, in accordance with Harvey's express direction, the Oration was, until within a comparatively modern period, composed and delivered in Latin. It is just forty years ago since the change was made to our native English tongue, and it may be interesting to recall the fact that on the first occasion when this change was adopted—namely, in 1865—the Orator was Dr. (afterwards Sir) Henry Acland, whose eminent position and excellent work at Oxford are familiar to all; and the President was Dr. Thomas Watson, soon afterwards created a Baronet, whose classical and finished writings earned for him the title of the "Cicero of English Medicine," who was above all others revered and

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 her and said laughingly: "Never mind. I'll come and see you all the same." (I could see them as Chris spoke, so young and pale and solemn, with the intense light spilling all around them.) That afternoon they did not sit in the punt by the landing-stage, but wandered about the island and played with the rabbits and looked at the ducks and were inordinately silent. For a long time they stood in the fringe of rough grass on the other side of the island, and Margaret breathed contentedly that the Thames was so beautiful. Past the spit of sand at the far end of the island, where a great swan swanked to the empty reach that it would protect its mate against all comers, the river opened to a silver breadth between flat meadows stretching back to far rows of pin-thick black poplars, until it wound away to Windsor behind a line of high trees whose heads were bronze with un-


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 case of those who aim at a high position in scientific and practical medicine.

Before entering upon the task of preparing what, in my case, can only be euphemistically described as an "oration," I naturally endeavoured to derive some guidance and inspiration from the perusal of the thoughts and utterances of the eminent and distinguished Fellows who have in succession occupied my present position during this intervening period of forty years. My first impression was certainly not one of encouragement, for I at once fully realised that I could not hope to approach, even within measurable distance, the high standard which most of them reached, either as regards the instructive and interesting character of their themes, or the scholarly, polished, and often truly eloquent language in which they were expressed. Moreover, my difficulties were not diminished when I found that almost every possible subject which could be dragged in relating to Harvey had been dealt with again and again, from every conceivable aspect, and it seemed hopeless to attempt to strike out any new line, or to indulge in vain repetition, without weakening and spoiling what had already been so well said. One encouraging suggestion, however, I gained from my perusal—namely, that not a few of the Orators by no means adhered strictly to Harvey's injunctions in the selection of the subject-matter of their discourse, or at least gave

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 them a very wide interpretation; while in several instances particular subjects were discussed which happened to be prominent at the time, or in which the individual Orator was personally specially interested.

To-day we commemorate the "immortal Harvey" for many reasons and from different aspects. Several of the previous orations have been devoted mainly or entirely to the study of Harvey himself, or to a consideration of his work from various points of view. His physical personality has been graphically portrayed; while he has been amply discussed as regards his intellectual endowments, his upright and noble personal qualities, his relation to the times in which he lived and to the great minds with which he was brought into contact, and the influence exerted upon him by his immediate predecessors, as well as by leaders and high authorities in medicine and science, whose example and teaching had come down from more or less remote antiquity, especially Aristotle, Hippocrates, and Galen. All this is very attractive and interesting, but to me it appears not to be in strict accordance with Harvey's intention or desire; and therefore I do not propose to address you on these lines, though by way of introduction I think it desirable to allude briefly to his work, and

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 to the main events of his career, even though they be quite familiar to all present.

As regards the work which Harvey accomplished, his fame must always be pre-eminently associated with his great discovery of what is commonly spoken of as the "Circulation of the Blood," though his published treatise is really on the "Movements of the Heart and of the Blood." His activity as an observer and investigator ranged, however, over a far wider field than this, but it will suffice to mention his work on "Generation," which was the outcome of patient and extensive observations and experiments, and a work of conspicuous originality and interest; while it is well known that he put together materials under the heading, "Medical Observations and Pathology," no doubt of great practical value, and probably intended for publication, but which unfortunately were either destroyed or dispersed by the fury of a revolutionary mob, or consumed in the Fire of London. Assuming that I may speak on your behalf, I once more affirm that we implicitly and unhesitatingly believe in the absolute priority of Harvey's claim to the discovery of the circulation of the blood, a claim which has been amply and eloquently demonstrated and vindicated in this place by previous Harveian Orators, as well as by others elsewhere, both in speech and writing, who have a right to speak with unimpeachable authority. Its magnitude and far-reaching effects have been described in

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 various and glowing terms. Thus, it has been spoken of as "the most momentous event in the history of medicine since the time of Galen"; as the "foundation stone of scientific medicine"; as "a new power which afforded a point of new departure, becoming the central idea dominating and enshrined by medical knowledge for all time"; and as "inaugurating the era of rational medicine and reconstituting the face of physiology." To us of more mature years who can look back upon and realise in some degree the marvellous progress which has been made since Harvey's time in physiology, pathology, and scientific and practical medicine and surgery, these expressions appear in no way exaggerated, for they but declare the absolute and solemn truth. I wonder whether the modern medical student, to whom the "circulation of the blood" is one of the most elementary and familiar facts impressed upon his youthful and receptive brain almost at the outset of his career, ever gives a thought to the discoverer or to the grandeur of his discovery, or has the faintest notion of where we should have been as a profession had it not been for this stupendous epoch in the history and progress of scientific investigation and knowledge? Nor must we forget the formidable difficulties under which Harvey carried out his investigations, and established on a sure foundation the great revelation which no doubt had previously impressed itself on his active and eager brain; the profound errors

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 opened buds, and whose flanks were hidden by a head of copper-beech and crimson and white hawthorn.

Chris said he would take her down to Dorney Lock in the skiff, and she got in very silently and obediently; but as soon as they were out in midstream she developed a sense of duty, and said she could not leave the inn with just that boy to look after it. And then she went into the kitchen and, sucking in her lower lip for shyness, very conscientiously cut piles of bread and butter in case some visitors came to tea. Just when Chris was convincing her of the impossibility of any visitors arriving they came, a fat woman in a luscious pink blouse and an old chap who had been rowing in a tweed waistcoat. Chris went out, though Margaret laughed and trembled and begged him not to, and waited on them. It should have been a great lark, but suddenly he hated them, and when they offered him a tip for push-


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 supported by long tradition and by the highest authorities, past and present, which he had to combat, refute, and overthrow, and the confusion he had to clear away; the intelligence and indomitable perseverance with which he worked out, and proved to absolute demonstration, the positive facts and new truths which he had to present in their stead; and the masterly, but at the same time, courteous manner in which he disputed and ultimately overcame the objections which from various powerful quarters had been raised against his views.

To Folkestone belongs the indisputable honour of having been the birthplace of Harvey, in April 1578, according to Willis on the first day of that month. Though somewhat late in the day, the town acknowledged the honour by erecting a tercentenary memorial statue in bronze of its illustrious townsman, which was unveiled in August 1881 by Professor Richard Owen, in the presence of representatives of the medical profession from all parts of the globe. Harvey was the eldest of a large family, and, like most great men, he had a noble-minded woman for his mother, as recorded in the beautiful inscription on her monumental tablet in Folkestone Church, where she is spoken of as a "godly harmless woman," "a careful tender-hearted mother," and "reverensed of her children." I mention her more particularly, as this year happens to be the tercentenary of her death, which took place on

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 November 8th, 1605, in the fiftieth year of her age. No doubt she guided and encouraged her son during his early life, and under her supervision he is supposed to have acquired the rudiments of an English education. Harvey belonged to a well-to-do, prosperous, and happily united family, and appears always to have had abundant means to pursue any course which he might select. He began his studies at an early period of life, and no doubt soon became an ardent and devoted worker. He entered the grammar school of Canterbury when ten years old, and in May 1593, having just entered upon his sixteenth year, became a pensioner at Caius-Gonville College at Cambridge. In 1597, when nineteen years of age, he took his degree of B.A. of the University of Cambridge. Harvey then proceeded to Padua to prepare for the profession of medicine, where under Fabricius and other able masters, as Willis says, "he drank in the elementary knowledge which served him as a foundation for that induction which has made his name immortal." In April 1602, when in the twenty-fifth year of his age, he obtained his diploma as Doctor of Physic of that university, with "licence to practise and to teach arts and medicine in every land and seat of learning." Harvey then returned to England and received his Doctor's degree from the University of Cambridge in 1603. He settled in London in 1604, and entered on the practice of his profession. In the same year

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 Harvey married the daughter of, who had been physician to Queen Elizabeth, but had no family to embarrass him in his work.

As regards Harvey's subsequent active career, no doubt he exhibited from the first an ardent love for, and devotion to, his professional work. He appears not to have confined himself to medicine, but also to have attended cases of surgery and midwifery, and even to have performed operations. For a number of years his practice was probably among the poor, taking great pains without any prospect of pecuniary reward. Subsequently under favouring circumstances it rapidly increased, and became extensive and remunerative, many of the most distinguished men of the age, including Lord Chancellor Bacon and, Earl of Arundel, having been among his patients. For certain obvious reasons, however, he does not seem to have had a lengthy harvest in this respect. It has been frequently affirmed, apparently on Harvey's own authority, that after his work on the "Circulation of the Blood" came out, and as the direct result of his new doctrines, he fell mightily in his practice. The statement has, however, been strenuously disputed, and other explanations have been brought forward to account for the fact. Anyhow he must have had a lucrative practice for a time, before the Civil War broke out, during which he appears to have accumulated a fair amount of

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 way. The Poplar Farm, as it was called, was situated in a beautiful valley nine miles from Natchez, and near the river Mississippi. The once unshorn face of nature had given way, and now the farm blossomed with a splendid harvest, the neat cottage stood in a grove where Lombardy poplars lift their tutted tops almost to prop the skies; the willow, locust, and horse-chesnut spread their branches, and flowers never cease to blossom. This was the parson's country house, where the family spent only two months during the year.

The town residence was a fine villa, seated upon the brow of a hill at the edge of the city. It was in the kitchen of this house that Currer found her new home. Mr. Peck was, every inch of him, a democrat, and early resolved that his "people," as he called his slaves, should be well fed and not overworked, and therefore laid down the law and gospel to the overseer as well as the slaves.

"It is my wish," said he to Mr. Carlton, an old school-fellow, who was spending a few days with him, "it is my wish that a new system be adopted on the plantations in this estate. I believe that the sons of Ham should have the gospel, and I intend that my negroes shall. The gospel is calculated to make mankind better, and none should be without it." "What say you," replied Carlton, "about the right of man to his liberty?" "Now, Carlton, you have begun again to harp about man's rights; I really wish you could see this matter as I do. I have searched in vain for any authority for man's natural rights; if he had any, they existed before the fall. That is, Adam and Eve may have had some rights which God gave them, and which modern philosophy, in its pretended reverence for the name of God. prefers to call natural rights. I can imagine they had the right to eat of the fruit of the trees of the garden;

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 capital, which was employed by his brother Eliab to such purpose that the doctor actually died a rich man.

Harvey's connection with this College demands more than a passing notice. In 1604 his name appears on the roll of candidates for the Fellowship, and in 1607, after having passed through his term of probation, he was duly admitted a Fellow. In 1615, when thirty-six years old, Harvey was appointed Lumleian Lecturer, to deliver the lectures on anatomy and physiology, a position which he held until 1656. In the very first course he presented a detailed exposition of his views concerning the circulation of the blood, which continued to form one of the subjects of his lectures for nine or ten years before he published his celebrated treatise in 1628, and he had gone on demonstrating the subject before his learned oratory, illustrating it by new and additional arguments, and freeing it from the objections raised by the skilful amongst anatomists. Harvey held the office of Treasurer for one year, from 1628 to 1629. He served three times as Censor. In 1652 this College placed his statue, with a complimentary inscription on the pedestal, in its hall at Amen Corner, which, unfortunately, was destroyed by the Great Fire of London. About this time Harvey commenced the erection at his own cost of a handsome addition to the College of Physicians, and also furnished the library with books, and the

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 bind in close friendship those who met in solemn conclave to determine the great questions of the day, while he received from all those marks of respectful consideration that were so justly his due."

Moreover, he did not forget the College in his will, providing money "to be raised and laid out upon that building which I have already begun to erect within the College of Physicians in London as will serve to finish the same according to the designs already made." He further bequeathed all his books and papers, and certain articles for the ornament of the meeting room he had erected for that purpose; directing Drs. Scarborough and Ent to select from his library and collections such as "they shall think fit to present to the College, and the rest to be sold, and with the money buy better."

On October 14th, 1609, Harvey was formally elected physician to St. Bartholomew's Hospital, when in his thirty-second year. For this and other reasons I venture to express our cordial wishes and hopes that the special appeal for funds for rebuilding, which is now being made on behalf of this ancient institution and great Hospital, may receive generous support.

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 ing the boat off, he snarled absurdly and ran back, miraculously relieved, to the bar-parlor.

Still Margaret would not leave the island. "Supposing," she said, "that Mr. Learoyd comes for his ale." But she consented to walk with him to the wild part of the island, where poplars and alders and willows grew round a clearing in which white willow-herb and purple figwort and here and there a potato-flower, last ailing consequence of one of Mr. Allington's least successful enterprises, fought down to the fringe of iris on the river's lip. In this gentle jungle was a rustic seat, relic of a reckless aspiration on the part of Mr. Allington to make this a pleasure-garden, and on it they sat until a pale moon appeared above the green corn-field on the other side of the river. "Not six yet," he said, taking out his watch. "Not six yet," she repeated. Words seemed to bear more significance


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 they were restricted even in this by the prohibition of one. As far as I know without positive assertion, their liberty of action was confined to the garden. These were not 'inalienable rights,' however, for they forfeited both them and life with the first act of disobedience. Had they, after this, any rights? We cannot imagine them; they were condemned beings; they could have no rights, but by Christ's gift as king. These are the only rights man can have as an independent isolated being, if we choose to consider him in this impossible position, in which so many theorists have placed him. If he had no rights, he could suffer no wrongs. Rights and wrongs are therefore necessarily the creatures of society, such as man would establish himself in his gregarious state. They are, in this state, both artificial and voluntary. Though man has no rights, as thus considered, undoubtedly he has the power, by such arbitrary rules of right and wrong as his necessity enforces." "I regret I cannot see eye to eye with you," said Carlton. "I am a disciple of Rousseau, and have for years made the rights of man my study; and I must confess to you that I can see no difference between white men and black men as it regards liberty." "How, my dear Carlton, would you really have the negroes enjoy the same rights with ourselves?" "I would, most certainly. Look at our great Declaration of Independence; look even at the constitution of our own Connecticut, and see what is said in these about liberty." "I regard all this talk about rights as mere humbug. The Bible is older than the Declaration of Independence, and there I take my stand. The Bible furnishes to us the armour of proof, weapons of heavenly temper and mould, whereby we can maintain our ground against all attacks. But this is true only when we obey its directions, as well as employ its sanctions.

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 than they had ever borne before. Then a heron flapped gigantic in front of the moon, and swung in wide circles round the willow-tree before them. "Oh, look!" she cried. He seized the hand she flung upward and gathered her into his arms. They were so for long, while the great bird's wings beat about them.

Afterward she pulled at his hand. She wanted to go back across the lawn and walk round the inn, which looked mournful, as unlit houses do by dusk. They passed beside the green-and-white stucco barrier of the veranda and stood on the three-cornered lawn that shelved high over the stream at the island's end, regarding the river, which was now something more wonderful than water, because it had taken to its bosom the rose and amber glories of the sunset smoldering behind the elms and Bray church-tower. Birds sat on the telegraph wires that spanned the river as the black notes sit on a staff of music.


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 Our rights are there established, but it is always in connection with our duties. If we neglect the one we cannot make good the other. Our domestic institutions can be maintained against the world, if we but allow Christianity to throw its broad shield over them. But if we so act as to array the Bible against our social economy, they must fall. Nothing ever yet stood long against Christianity. Those who say that religious instruction is inconsistent with our peculiar civil polity, are the worst enemies of that polity. They would drive religious men from its defence. Sooner or later, if these views prevail, they will separate the religious portion of our community from the rest, and thus divided we shall become an easy prey. Why, is it not better that Christian men should hold slaves than unbelievers? We know how to value the bread of life, and will not keep it from our slaves."

"Well, every one to his own way of thinking," said Carlton, as he changed his position. "I confess," added he, "that I am no great admirer of either the Bible or slavery. My heart is my guide: my conscience is my Bible. I wish for nothing further to satisfy me of my duty to man. If I act rightly to mankind, I shall fear nothing." Carlton had drunk too deeply of the bitter waters of infidelity, and had spent too many hours over the writings of Rousseau, Voltaire, and Thomas Paine, to place that appreciation upon the Bible and its teachings that it demands. During this conversation there was another person in the room, seated by the window, who, although at work upon a fine piece of lace, paid every attention to what was said. This was Georgiana, the only daughter of the parson. She had just returned from Connecticut, where she had finished her education. She had had the opportunity of contrasting the spirit of Christianity and liberty in New England with

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 owing to the interruptions by travel and the well-known events associated with the Civil War, his ordinary professional pursuits and avocations must have been seriously interrupted. From the year 1633 he appears to have devoted much of his time to Charles and to the retainers of the Court, and from 1636 to have been personally attached to the King in his various expeditions. He is said, however, to have kept himself aloof from all the intrigues and dealings of the party with which he was connected, and to have held himself exclusively to the discharge of his professional duties. Harvey informs us, that after the rupture between Charles and the Parliament, he attended the King, not only with the consent but by the desire of the Parliament. His coolness and remarkable want of solicitude on the occasion of the is familiar history, when he sat under a hedge in charge of the Prince and the Duke of York, and read a book, until a bullet from a great gun grazed the ground near him, which made him remove his station. Whatever the short-comings of his Sovereign may have been, the sentiments between him and Harvey seem to have been those of mutual love and respect; while, as is well known, Charles, as well as the Queen and Court, took a deep personal interest in his investigations and dissections. The incident of the young nobleman who, owing to a fracture of his ribs on the left side, had a large opening in that region, through

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