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68 the girl returned, "that I do know you better."

"Then isn't that all I want?—unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn't all you do! At any rate," said Lord John, "I may see you again here?"

She waited a moment. "You must have patience with me."

"I am having it. But after your father's appeal."

"Well," she said, "that must come first."

"Then you won't dodge it?"

She looked at him straight. "I don't dodge, Lord John."

He admired the manner of it. "You look awfully handsome as you say so—you see what that does to me." As to attenuate a little the freedom of which he went on: "May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me?"

"Will I listen to her?"—it brought Lady Grace straight down. "No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I'll do nothing of the sort. Kitty's quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help."

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Rh he mustn't too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. "Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself—in his looser moments!—takes pleasure in what she says."

Our young woman's eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. "If you mean that she's the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she's at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to 'get round' him till he only sees through her eyes—if you mean that I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it's not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in him."

Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: "He hasn't perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence"

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70 she had taken him straight up. "He hasn't indeed, and that's what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won't be because you are right about your being nice, but because he is!"

"You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn't?"

Lady Grace was indeed sure. "Absolutely—if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty—that is with allowing her everything."

Lord John appeared struck. "Yes—and he still allows her two thousand."

"I'm glad to hear it—she has never told me how much!" the girl undisguisedly smiled.

"Then perhaps I oughtn't!"—he glowed with the light of contrition.

"Well, you can't help it now," his companion remarked with amusement.

"You mean that he ought to allow you as much?" Lord John inquired. "I'm sure you're right, and that he will," he continued quite as in good faith; "but I want you to understand that I don't care in the least what it may be!"

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14 tender little song. Oh they were so gentle and so happy together!

"She was an angel of peace at home, at school, or at play. It seemed as if her loving presence excluded every angry passion. Every body loved her: he was always with her. And so they went on until he was seventeen, when his father sent him away to school. I did expect then that Adela would pine like a bereaved ring dove, but she continued to look as sweet and smile as bright as ever. But it was observed that when she sat in their favorite bowers, her songs were wild pensive plaints which we were sure she had herself composed, and this was evidence that her heart was ill at ease. I knew that Edgar never could forget her, but I always thought they would never be married. As the autumn drew on I observed that the delicate rose tint had faded from her cheek, and I mentioned the circumstance to her mother. But she said that Adela's paleness came from lack of her usual exercise, as she seldom went out upon the hills now, although grapes and chesnuts were abundant. I told her that I feared the lassitude of ill health kept her child from rambling, rather than that inactivity made her look ill. But she laughed at my fears, she could not believe that there was a canker in her fair rose. But she was to blame, for she allowed the girl to sit for hours in the evening air, gazing at the bright worlds floating in the blue ocean of immensity. Edgar came home at the holidays; and then I observed that although her eyes brightened to an unnatural lustre in his presence, her cheeks remained cold as snow, a sure sign that the links between soul and body were weakened, and the avenues of communication clogged by disease. The affection of the spirit was bright and strong as ever, but the body felt not the flow of its thrilling tides. Edgar's eyes were quicker than those of maternal love, or it may be that his heart felt the languor of her pulses, but he said that death had touched her life strings. He could not be persuaded to the contrary, and he wept over her with a bitterness that blighted life's richest blossoms. He went back to college, but from that time they maintained a regular correspondence. I hope their letters will be preserved, as I am sure they are all worth reading.

"Well Adela continued to droop until all that remained of her former self was expression, the smile, the spirit of the eye, and the music of the voice. Yet she was not, and even now, is not greatly emaciated. People said she was only love sick, and would be well when Edgar came home to live, but I had seen too much to hope that. The strings of her life were attuned to too high a key; they are breaking by their own tension. This is evident from the keenness of all her sensibilities, and the affections that brighten as her life grows dim, and then she has neither pain, cough, or hectic. At length his term at college expired, and he sat out for home on the pinions of impatience. Within a few rods of his father's gate the stage in which he travelled broke down, and although no other passenger received any injury, he ruptured a blood vessel, and bled so profusely that immediate death was apprehended. However, by skilful surgical aid he at length convalesced. During his period of danger Adela was ever near him. She seemed to know neither weariness or weakness until he was thought out of danger, then she was laid on her bed with a delirious fever. But that bedside was free from loathesomeness or terror. and the hallucinations of her mind were beautiful in the extreme. She must have been in heaven then, for her words were full of happiness and beauty, too exquisite for earth. Her fever turned at length, and the crisis terminated favorably. We now anticipated her restoration to perfect health, and for awhile she seemed full of joyful hope. But the prospect soon became overcast, Edgar experienced a relapse, and Adela drooped like a broken winged pigeon. He is now in a confirmed consumption, and his intervals of ease are few and brief. She is always with him, and her only care is to cheer his spirits, and alleviate his pain. 'Tis beautiful to see her thus fondly sustaining her fellow traveller towards the grave. Last spring he was earnest in his wishes that she should be his wife for the little time that remained to them; and although for a time she seemed willing, she at length persuaded him to relinquish the design, pleading that no legal ties could bind their spirits closer, and that their wasting bodies would soon become one mould in the grave. She is on the wing for heaven, and if he ever laments his fate it is not when she is near him, with her sweet voice painting the blessedness of immortality with the light of Jehovah's presence ever filling the soul. And they have not long now to struggle with life."

"Poor young creatures!" ejaculated a young mother, as the speaker made a concluding pause; and her eyes rested tearfully on a fair babe that slept upon her lap; "'tis sad to die so soon."

" 'T is sadder still," remarked one who was called a poetess, and whose intellectual countenance wore the chastening of sorrow; "it is sadder still to live when all our cherished hopes lie crushed around us; it is sadder to remain alone to weep over the grave of our early beloved; it is sadder to walk mournfully day by day over the thorns that remain where the roses of our young affections perished. Methinks 'tis sweet to pass away thus in the bliss and purity of youth and love; before the bitter waters of reality have poured their scalding currents on the heart. They will never know the agony of revulsed or slighted affection; or the rankling of that passion which is cruel as the grave; they will escape the many pangs of life which are keener than the dart of death, and which strike once and again, and leave the heart alive and writhing. Oh who should withhold those who stand on the threshold of heaven!"

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Rh at him she had taken yet. "You're very good to say so!"

If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. "Will you let him tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?—and then let me come back and have it from you again?"

Lady Grace's answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. "Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him."

"'Good,' my dear?—good for what?" said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other.

"I feel I must ask him to tell you."

"Then I shall give him a chance—as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children."

"Ah, they don't overwhelm you, father!"—the girl put it with some point.

"If you mean to say I overwhelmed them,


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Page 6 — Dear Colleague Letter: Sexual Violence nature of sexual harassment and violence, and understand that the school will not tolerate such conduct. Indeed, these measures may bring potentially problematic conduct to the school's attention before it becomes serious enough to create a hostile environment. Training for administrators, teachers, staff, and students also can help ensure that they understand what types of conduct constitute sexual harassment or violence, can identify warning signals that may need attention, and know how to respond. More detailed information and examples of education and other preventive measures are provided later in this letter.

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72 I dare say I did," he replied—"from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice—oh such advice!—and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream"

"Was bound to overflow?" Lady Grace suggested.

"Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really," Lord Theign insisted, "go and deal with it."

His daughter's smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. "You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down."

"The two things," he promptly replied, "require different natures." To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, "Go!"

It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared.


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Rh "The nature that can let you down—I rather like it, you know!" Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words—his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together.

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to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. "She didn't want to go?" And then before Lord John could reply: "What the deuce is the matter with her?"

Lord John took his time. "I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble."

"And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?"

"A young man who was just with her—and whom she appears to have invited."

"Where is he then?" Lord Theign demanded.

"Off there among the pictures—which he seems partly to have come for."

"Oh!"—it made his lordship easier. "Then he's all right—on such a day."


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Title IX does not require a recipient to adopt a policy specifically prohibiting sexual harassment or sexual violence. As noted in the 2001 Guidance, however, a recipient's general policy prohibiting sex discrimination will not be considered effective and would violate Title IX if, because of the lack of a specific policy, students are unaware of what kind of conduct constitutes sexual harassment, including sexual violence, or that such conduct is prohibited sex discrimination. OCR therefore recommends that a recipient's nondiscrimination policy state that prohibited sex discrimination covers sexual harassment, including sexual violence, and that the policy include examples of the types of conduct that it covers.

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Although it is not expressly stated in the returns, yet it seems to have been generally understood that all who had entered on their sixteenth year were reckoned as men and women, and all who had not completed their fifteenth year were reckoned as children. The following is an abstract of the results thus obtained:—

1.—The total population of the district is 1,064,956 persons of both sexes and all ages.

2.—The total number of families is 155,454.

3.—The average number of persons in a family is thus 6,721, or rather more than 6. It should be noted here that the term translated family or house is often employed to describe an aggregate of families, as when two or more married brothers live in a collection of huts or buildings having one enclosure, one entrance, and one court.

4.—The number of males above 15 years of age is 342,629.

5.—The number of females above 15 years of age is 347,545.

6.—The number of children below 16 years of age is 374,782.

7.—The number of Hindus is 394,272.

8.—The number of Musalmans is 670,684.


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. young happiness, when we were blest with friends, and wealth, and love,” murmured a woman who sat by herself at the lower end of the quilt, and whose clean cap and dress were of a quality that denoted poverty; if we had died then he would not have gone down unhonored to the drunkard’s grave; nor should I have lived to toil day and night for that tear steeped bread which merely preserves my despised little ones from starvation. Blessed are the dead who die in the Lord, for they rest from their labors.”

"Well, after all, life is sweet,” cried the buxom wife of a thriving farmer, who though scarce thirty, already numbered eight children. “Surely the old people who sit with their children and grandchildren, surrounded by comforts guilered by their own industry, have no reason to wish they had died young. The Bible everywhere teaches that long life should be considered a blessing.”

"The ways of Providence are often wrapped in mystery,” observed a solemn looking lady. “He snatches one from the midst of all life's blessings and honors, and suffers another to drag on a long life of suffering and infamy; it is vain to search for his motives, he does as it pleases him, and although his dealings may appear like cruelty, we shall doubtless one day acknowledge that they were just.”

"Shall not the Judge of all the earth do right?” quoted a plainly dressed woman, whose placid brow looked as if neither sorrow, care, not discontent, had place beneath it. “However mysterious his dealing may appear, his children feel that he is supremely merciful. All that we have need of is living faith! Once possessed of that, we feel that for us to live is Christ, and to die is gain."

At this point of the conversation tea was announced and the quilters adjourned.

Take away that fair goblet—at least for tonight, "Till my heart is less heavy, my fancy more bright; In the land of the Stranger I pine when I see That memento of joys that have perish’d to me.

Of the looks I last pledged o'er its luminous brim, All are distant, and some of the brightest are dim, And this moment the gleams of its silver appear Like the flash of the plate on dead Revelry's bier.

‘And back from the bier, as I sit in the gloom In which Spring’s sickly twilight envelopes the room, Stalks that long-buried Bacchant, and circles my board With the shadows of all I have loved and deplored.

Take away that fair wine-cup!—I've none with me now To laugh back the ruby that reddens its flow— It was moulded for Hope's happy meetings with mirth, Not for passion’s pale hermit alone at his hearth.

The last beams of departing day enlightened a beautiful garden in the interior of Persia, whose breezes were laden with the perfumes of the orange, and whoso air was stirred by the sounds of music, softer and more sweet than mortal voice could produce. It was the birthday of tho fairy queen. She was resting sweetly on the bosom of a rose. Around her were gathered the most beautiful fairies, seeking encouragement from her eye. Sho waved her pearly wand and all was silent, save the gentle rustling of the leaves which formed her rosy bower. A sweet smile shone on her countenance as she sportively said,

“As a punishment for your presumption in aspiring to win my affections, I banish you from my presence for the space of one year, and at the expiration of that time, he who brings mo the most acceptable relic shall reign with me.”

They all eagerly left her presence, wandering through every region, until the appointed time, when they again awaited her decision. A fairy rushed before the rest, Whose sparkling eye plainly told that he thought his gift the most acceptable that could be produced.

“I have wandered,” said be, “through all the kingdoms of the earth, and visited the courts of the most powerful sovereigns, but found no treasure that I deemed of sufficient value for you, until I arrived at Great Britain; I saw with pleasure the prosperity of that great and powerful nation, but was filled with astonishment, when I learned that the regal sceptre was home by a young female. I hastened to her court and stole the brightest jewel from her crown, which I now present to you, not on account of its intrinsic value, but as a relic which may remind you of what woman can be.”

Another softly approached, and kneeling, presented his offering.

“I have passed the year,” said he, “among the loveliest of the earth, and sought in hall and bower for one who possessed charms of person heightened by those of intellect and purity of mind. At length a fair being crossed my path, who seemed to possess every charm in ite highest perfection, She was to me like a being sent from some celestial sphere, to show what mankind might have been if our first parents hed never sinned, and after cheering thia world for a while by her transcendant loves Iiness to vanish into heaven. She eppeared but seldom in the gey throng, for her pure and gentle spirit loved retirement better than the dissipated, the heartless crowd. I followed her to her retreat; but soon perceived by the unnatural brilliancy of her eye, and the hectic flush upon her cheek that the fell destroyer had marked her for his victim. Day and night I hovered over her pillow, as she seemed gradually fading away like a lovely lower. One beautiful evening she awoke from a tranquil slum- �


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 we shall never struggle very far beyond the confused discomforts and uneasiness of to-day, and the changes and complications of human life will remain as they are now, very like the crumplings and separations and complications of an immense avalanche that is sliding down a hill. And in this tremendous work of human reconciliation and elucidation, it seems to me it is the novel that must attempt most and achieve most.

You may feel disposed to say to all this: we grant the major premises, but why look to the work of prose fiction as the main instrument in this necessary process of, so to speak, sympathising humanity together? Cannot this be done far more effectively through biography and autobiography, for example? Isn't there the lyric; and, above all, isn't there the play? Well, so far as the stage goes, I think it is a very charming and exciting form of human activity, a display of actions and surprises of the most moving and impressive sort; but beyond the opportunity it affords for saying startling and thought-provoking things—opportunities Mr. Shaw, for example, has worked to the utmost limit—I do not see that the drama does much to enlarge our sympathies and add to our stock of motive ideas. And regarded as a medium for startling and thought-provoking things, the stage seems to me an extremely clumsy and costly affair. One might just as well go about with a pencil writing up the thought-provoking phrase, whatever it is, on walls. The drama excites our sympathies intensely, but it seems to me it is far too objective a medium to widen them appreciably, and it is that widening, that


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 increase in the range of understanding, at which I think civilisation is aiming. The case for biography, and more particularly autobiography, as against the novel, is, I admit, at the first blush stronger. You may say: why give us these creatures of a novelist's imagination, these phantom and fantastic thinkings and doings, when we may have the stories of real lives, really lived—the intimate record of actual men and women? To which one answers: ah, if one could! But it is just because biography does deal with actual lives, actual facts, because it radiates out to touch continuing interests and sensitive survivors, that it is so unsatisfactory, so untruthful. Its inseparable falsehood is the worst of all kinds of falsehood—the falsehood of omission. Think what an abounding, astonishing, perplexing person Gladstone must have been in life, and consider Lord Morley's "Life of Gladstone," cold, dignified—not a life at all, indeed, so much as embalmed remains; the fire gone, the passions gone, the bowels carefully removed. All biography has something of that post-mortem coldness and respect, and as for autobiography—a man may show his soul in a thousand half-conscious ways, but to turn upon oneself and explain oneself is given to no one. It is the natural liars and braggarts, your Cellinis and Casanovas, men with a habit of regarding themselves with a kind of objective admiration, who do best in autobiography. And, on the other hand, the novel has neither the intense self-consciousness of autobiography nor the paralysing responsibilities of the biographer. It is by comparison irresponsible and free. Because its characters are figments


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THE LADY'S WORLD OF FASHION. scarcely have detected him. I followed him up stairs into his room, and when the door was locked we mutually related our adventures. I spoke of the Lady Clara in enthusiastic terms.

"Can't we bring our farce to a close soon," said Dick, yawning, "for I'm becoming deucedly tired of being cooped up here, like a sheep for the slaughter; or trudging over rocks and through copses, with a sketch book, to keep up my character. The first of September will be here tomorrow, and there is prime shooting on my brother's preserves, but if I loiter here much longer I shall lose much of the sport. The landlady, too, begins to look suspicious, and has once or twice given me a look that said, as plainly as looks could say, that I was too fastidious for a travelling artist."

“Well,” said I, “suppose we try it now. Come with me to the Castle. We'll loiter about as if to pick out a good moonlight view, and who knows but we may catch a glimpse of the Lady Clara."

"Done," said Dick; and we started.

The Castle lay in deep shadow as we approached it, and as the moonlight silvered the old gothic towers, and tipped the abutting edges of the carved work that every where adorned the noble pile, the scene presented to the eye was one that reminded me of the enchanted palaces of the Arabian Nights.. We stopped, as if by a common impulse, to gaze on the spectacle. Suddenly the figure of a lady appeared in an open gallery above us, where she stood, for some minutes, totally unconscious of our vicinity, for we were hidden under the shadow of a huge oak that threw its thick foliage far and wide over us. The moon was sailing high in Heaven, and on that bright luminary the lady gazed as if in rapt admiration. The first glance at the fair apparition assured me it was the Lady Clara ; and never had she appeared more lovely. Attired in a magnificent robe of velvet, with her hair falling in luxuriant tresses down her neck, and her snowy and rounded shoulders seeming whiter than driven snow in the moonlight, she looked a divinity, holding communion with up-turned eyes, with a sister divinity of the skies. She wore a string of pearls around her neck, and a white rose nestling in her bosom—fit types of her maiden purity. I was so entranced by the sight that, for a minute, I had forgot my companion, when I felt him nervously clutch my arm. I looked around.

"Heavens how magnificent—it is—it is—I have found her," he said, agitatedly.

"Found who?"

"Miss Cleveland. Isn't she a superb creature. By George, the Lady Clara, with her dower, may go to the dogs."

I burst into uncontrollable laughter, for, if a world had been the price of restraint, I could not have refrained. The fair apparition disappeared in an instant.

"Confound you," said Dick, half angrily, "what makes you so merry? You have frightened away my Sultana."

"Merry," said I, "why here you've been avoiding the Lady Clara for years, and searching all England for Miss Cleveland, when they're but one and the same person," and again I laughed until the tears ran out of my eyes.

Dick gazed at me in blank wonder. Never did a poor fellow look more like a fool. This only increased my mirth, and at length Dick joined in it as heartily as myself, capering about in his extravagant joy, until I almost began to think his wits were deranged.

The next day a post chaise and four dashed through the park of Arlford Castle, and my friend Dick paid his first visit since boyhood to the Lady Clara. Some little surprise was felt, though not evinced at his visit ; and the lady herself betrayed decided embarrassment. Dick prospered wonderfully in his wooing, and the next summer he led to the altar the Lady Clara.

It was not until after his marriage that his bride explained to him the little plot connected with her assumption of the name of Miss Cleveland. She was travelling, with her father, from Arlford Castle to London, when she heard of the county ball, and of Dick's intended presence. Piqued at his studied neglect of her she resolved to visit the assembly under an assumed name. This was easily effected. The result is known. But alas! in striving to win Dick, the Lady Clara lost her own heart. Delicacy forbade her afterward to reveal her disguise, and so she was compelled to trust to accident. But years elapsed, as we have seen, before she again met her lover.

The Lady Clara is now a matron of thirty, and the last steamer informs me that Dick has fallen heir to the earldom, his elder brother having died during the Queen's visit to Scotland. Lucky!—wasn't he?

A SPIRIT-BREATH is wavering around The gentle leaflets of each blushing flower Thou hast, sweet one! in a rich cluster bound, To blend for me their birthright's breathing dower; And o'er the petals, a resistless spell Is sweetly twining, which shall long outlast The rays those fair, yet fading flowerets cast; And oft when every leaflet's hue hath fled, Each charm hath perished, each soft breath is dead, "I will wake, in memory's deepest treasure-cell, The gentle echo of thy name, recalling All the heart's holiest passion waves, that gushed Beneath thy secret spirit-chain's enthralling, When thoughts of all save thee lie calmly hushed. K. J. P.


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100 horses and their trappings had now been brought them. Then they voided the land, for they had haste of the journey, whither they would fare. The king bade guard the messengers well with convoys. In three weeks they came riding into the land, to Nibelung’s castle, in the marches of Norway, whither they were sent. Here they found the knight. The mounts of the messengers were weary from the lengthy way.

Both Siegfried and Kriemhild were then told that knights were come, who wore such clothes as men were wont to wear at Burgundy. She sprang from a couch on which she lay to rest and bade a maiden hie her to the window. In the court she saw bold Gere standing, him and the fellowship that had been sent thither. What joyful things she there found against her sorrow of heart! She spake to the king: “Now behold where they stand, who walk in the court with the sturdy Gere, whom my brother sendeth us adown the Rhine.”

Spake Then the valiant Siegfried: “They be welcome to us.”

All the courtiers ran to where one saw them. Each of them in turn then spake full kindly, as best he could to the envoys. Siegmund, the lord, was right blithe of their coming. Then Gere and his men were lodged and men bade take their steeds in charge. The messengers then went hence to where Lord Siegfried sate by Kriemhild. This they did, for they had leave to go to court. The host and his lady rose from their seats at once and greeted well Gere of the Burgundian land with his fellowship, Gunther’s liegemen. One bade the mighty Gere go and sit him down.

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Rh our seats; let us way-worn strangers stand the while. We be come to tell you tidings which Gunther and Brunhild, with whom all things stand well, have sent you, and also what Lady Uta, your mother, sendeth. Giselher, the youth, and Sir Gernot, too, and your dearest kin, they have sent us hither and commend their service to you from out the Burgundian land.”

“Now God requite them,” quoth Siegfried; “I trow them much troth and good, as one should to kinsfolk; their sister doth the same. Ye must tell us more, whether our dear friends at home be of good cheer? Since we have been parted from them, hath any done amiss to my lady’s kinsmen? That ye must let me know. If so, I’ll ever help them bear it in duty bound, until their foes must rue my service.”

Then spake the Margrave Gere, a right good knight: “They are in every virtue of such right high mood, that they do bid you to a feasting by the Rhine. They would fain see you, as ye may not doubt, and they do beg my lady that she come with you, when the winter hath taken an end. They would see you before the next Midsummer’s Day.”

Quoth the stalwart Siegfried: “That might hardly hap.”

Then answered Gere from the Burgundian land: “Your mother Uta, Gernot, and Giselher have charged you, that ye refuse them not. I hear daily wail, that ye do live so far away. My Lady Brunhild and all her maids be fain of the tidings, if that might be that they should see you again; this would raise their spirits high.” These tidings thought fair Kriemhild good.

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102 and had wine poured out for the guests; no longer did they tarry. Now Siegmund was come to where he saw the messengers. The lord said to the Burgundians in friendly wise: “Be welcome, Sir Knights, ye men of Gunther. Sith now Siegfried, my son, hath won Kriemhild to wife, one should see you more often here in this our land, if ye would show your kinship.”

They answered that they would gladly come, when so he would. Of their weariness they were cased with joyous pastime. Men bade the messengers be seated and brought them food, of which Siegfried had them given great store. They must needs stay there full nine days, till at last the doughty knights made plaint, that they durst not ride again to their land.

Meantime king Siegfried had sent to fetch his friends; he asked them what they counseled, whether or no they should to the Rhine. “My kinsman Gunther and his kin have sent to fetch me for a feasting. Now I would go full gladly, but that his land doth lie too far away. They beg Kriemhild, too, that she journey with me. Now advise, dear friends, in what manner she shall ride thither. Though I must harry for them through thirty lands, yet would Siegfried’s arm fain serve them there.”

Then spake his warriors: “And ye be minded to journey to the feasting, we will advise what ye must do. Ye should ride to the Rhine with a thousand knights, then can ye stand with worship there in Burgundy land.”

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Rh and will take a hundred knights, wherewith to swell your band.”

“And will ye ride with us, dear father mine,“ quoth brave Siegfried, “glad shall I be of that. Within a twelfth night I will quit my lands.”

All who craved it were given steeds and vesture, too.

Since now the noble king was minded for the journey, men bade the good and speedy envoys ride again. He sent word to his wife’s kindred on the Rhine, that he would full fain be at their feasting. Siegfried and Kriemhild, as the tale doth tell, gave the messengers such store of gifts that their horses could not bear them to their native land. A wealthy man was he. They drove their sturdy sumpters merrily along.

Siegfried and Siegmund arrayed their men. Eckewart, the margrave, that very hour bade seek out ladies’ robes, the best that were at hand or might be found throughout all Siegfried’s land. Men gan prepare the saddles and the shields. To knights and ladies who should go hence with him was given whatso they would, so that they wanted naught. He brought to his kinsfolk many a lordly stranger.

The messengers pricked fast upon their homeward way. Now was Gere, the knight, come to Burgundy and was greeted fair. Then they dismounted from their steeds and from the nags in front of Gunther’s hall. Young and old did hie them, as people do, to ask the tidings. Quoth the good knight: “When I tell them to the king, thou be at hand a hear.”

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104 Gunther spake to the envoys: “How fareth Siegfried, from whom so much of gladness hath happed to me?”

Brave Gere spake: “He blushed for joy, he and your sister; no truer tidings did ever any man send to friends, than the Lord Siegfried and his father, too, have sent to you.”

Then to the margrave spake the noble queen: “Now tell me, cometh Kriemhild to us? Hath the fair still kept the graces which she knew how to use?”

“She cometh to you surely,” quoth Gere, the knight.

Then Uta bade the messenger come quickly to her. By her question one might note full well that she was fain to hear if Kriemhild still were well. He told how he had found her and that she would shortly come. Nor were the gifts concealed by them at court, which Siegfried gave them, gold and vesture; these they brought for the vassals of the three kings to see. For their passing great bounty men gave them thanks.

“He may lightly give great gifts,“ spake then Hagen; “he could not squander all his wealth, and he should live for aye. His hand hath closed upon the hoard of the Nibelungs. Ho, let him only come to the Burgundian land!”

All the courtiers were glad that they should come. Early and late the men of the three kings were busy. Many benches they gan raise for the folk. The valiant Hunolt and the knight Sindolt had little rest. All time they had to oversee the stewards and the butlers and raise many a bench. Ortwin helped them, too, at


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Rh this, and Gunther said them thanks. Rumolt, the master cook, how well he ruled his underlings! Ho, how many a broad kettle, pot, and pan they had! They made ready the vitaille for those who were coming to the land.


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Rh circled a small fire on the edge of the forest on the east coast of Brazil. The spot where their watchfire was kindled is now covered by the flourishing city of Bahia. At that time it was a wilderness. Before them stretched the noble bay which is now termed Bahia de Todos Santos—All Saints' Bay.

"The savages talked earnestly and with excited looks as they stood upon the shore, for the memory of the wondrous ships of the white men that had visited them a few years before was deeply engraven on their minds; and now, in the midst of the howling storm, another ship was seen approaching their land. It was a small vessel, shattered and tempest-tossed, that drove into the Bahia de Todos Santos on that stormy night. Long had it battled with the waves of the Atlantic, and the brave hearts that manned it had remained stanch to duty and strong in hope, remembering the recent glorious example of Columbus. But the storm was fierce and the bark was frail. The top-masts were broken and the sails rent; and worst of all, just as land hove in sight and cheered the drooping spirits of the crew, a tremendous wave dashed upon the ship's stern and carried away the rudder.

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92 beach and gazed in awe and astonishment at the mys- terious ship. A few of them had seen the vessels of Americas Vespacius and Cabral. The rumour of the white men and their floating castles had been wafted far and wide along the coast and into the interior of Brazil, and with breathless wonder the natives had listened to the strange account. But now the vision was before them in reality. On came the floating castle, the white foam dashing from her bows, and the torn sails and ropes flying from her masts, as she surged over the billows and loomed through the driving spray.

"It was a grand sight to see that ship dashing straight towards the shore at fearful speed; and those who looked on seemed to be impressed with a vague feeling that she had -power to spring upon the strand and continue her swift career through the forest, as she had hitherto cleft her passage through the sea. As she approached, the savages shrank back in fear. Suddenly her frame trembled with a mighty shock. A terrible cry was borne to land by the gale, and all her masts went overboard. A huge wave lifted the vessel on its crest and flung her farther on the shore, where she remained firmly fixed, while the waves dashed in foam around her and soon began to break her up. Ere this happened, however, a rope was


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Rh thrown ashore, and fastened to a rock by the natives. By means of this the crew were saved. But it would have been well for these bold navigators of Portugal if they had perished in the stormy sea, for they were spared by the ocean only to be murdered by the wild savages on whose shore they had been cast.

"All were slain save one Diego Alvarez Carreo, the captain of the ship. Before grasping the rope by which he reached the shore, he thrust several cartridges into his bosom and caught up a loaded musket. Wrapping the lock in several folds of cloth to keep it dry, he slid along the rope and gained the beach in safety. Here he was seized by the natives, and would no doubt have been barbarously slain with his unfortunate companions, but being a very powerful man he dashed aside the foremost, and breaking through their ranks, rushed towards the wood. The fleet savages, however, overtook him in an instant, and were about to seize him when a young Indian woman interposed between them and their victim. This girl was the chief's daughter, and respect for her rank induced them to hesitate for a moment; but in another instant the Portuguese captain was surrounded. In the scuffle that ensued his musket exploded, but fortunately wounded no one. Instantly the horrified savages fled in all directions, leaving Carreo alone!


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94 "The captain was quick-witted. He knew that among hundreds of savages it was madness to attempt either to fight or to fly, and the happy effect of the musket explosion induced him to adopt another course of action. He drew himself up proudly to his full height, and beckoned the savages to return. This they did, casting many glances of fear at the dreaded musket. Going up to one who, from his bearing and ornaments, seemed to be a chief, Carreo laid his musket on the sand, and, stepping over it so that he left it behind him, held out his hand frankly to the chief. The savage looked at him in surprise, and suffered the captain to take his hand and pat it; after which he began to examine the stranger's dress with much curiosity. Seeing that their chief was friendly to the white man, the other savages hurried him to the camp-fire, where he soon stripped off his wet clothes and ate the food which they put before him. Thus Diego Carreo was spared.

"Next day, the Indians lined the beach and collected the stores of the wrecked vessel. While thus employed, Carreo shot a gull with his musket, which so astonished the natives that they regarded him with fear and respect amounting almost to veneration. A considerable quantity of powder and shot was saved from the wreck, so that the captain was enabled to


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Rh keep his ascendency over the ignorant natives; and at length he became a man of great importance in the tribe, and married the daughter of the chief. He went by the name of Caramuru—'the man of fire.' This man founded the city of Bahia.

"The coasts of Brazil began soon after this to be settled in various places by the Portuguese, who, however, were much annoyed by the Spaniards, who claimed a share in the rich prize. The Dutch and English also formed settlements, but the Portuguese still retained possession of the country, and continued to prosper. Meanwhile Diego Caramuru, 'the man of fire,' had a son who in course of time became a prosperous settler; and as his sons grew up he trained them to become cultivators of the soil and traders in the valuable products of the New World. He took a piece of ground, far removed from the spot where his father had been cast ashore, and a short distance in the interior of the country. Here the eldest sons of the family dwelt, laboured, and died, for many generations.

"In the year 1808 Portugal was invaded by Napoleon Buonaparte, and the sovereign of that kingdom, John VI., fled to Brazil, accompanied by his court and a large body of emigrants. The king was warmly received by the Brazilians, and immediately


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28 vantage to them, if, indeed, any hair at all is. For wiping the bowie-knife, the paint brush or the pen, hair, no doubt, is useful, but hardly more so than the coat-sleeve. Even in these instances, then, where at first thought there might seem to be a relation of cause and effect between length of hair and length of life, the appearance is fallacious. A bald-headed cowboy would, however, be less liable to scalping by the Red Man. It appears, then, that Dr. Müller's cheerful prediction regarding the heads of Posterity rests upon a foundation of truth.

Some of the doctor's arguments, however, seem erroneous. For example, he thinks the masculine fashion of cutting off the hair an evidence that men instinctively know hair to be injurious — that is to say, a disadvantage in the struggle for existence. This I can not admit; it does not follow, for testators have a fashion of cutting off legatees-expectant, yet legatees-expectant are not injurious—until known to be cut off; and then the testator's struggle for existence is commonly finished. Capitalists have a fashion of cutting off coupons; it hardly needs to be pointed out that coupons are not amongst the malign influences tending to the shortening of life.


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Rh tions lay very near the surface. Their nature more precisely, and as modified by the creeping hours of time, example will illustrate as those hours pass by.

Personally, she was combination of very interesting particulars, whose rarity, however, lay in the combination itself rather than in the individual elements combined. Will it be necessary to thrust her forward in the garish daylight, and describe her points as categorically as Cleopatra's messenger in depicting Octavia? Hardly. It might vulgarise her, and rob her of some of the sweetness which the stolen glimpses only that will for the present be taken may serve her heighten. For instance, the height of her figure; the turn of her head. These things may never be learnt to the very last page of the commentary.

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4 her features when conversing with her; and this charming power of preventing a material study of her externals by an interlocuter originated not in the invisible cloak of a well-formed manner (for her manner was childish and scarcely formed), but in the attractive crudeness of the remarks themselves. She had lived all her life in retirement—the monstrari digito of idle men had not flattered her, and at the age of nineteen or twenty she was no farther on in social consciousness than an urban young lady of fifteen.

One point in her, however, you did notice: that was her eyes. In them was seen a sublimation of all of her; it was not necessary to look farther: there she lived.

These eyes were blue; heavenly blue.

At least heavenly blue in High Parnassian. But at the risk of lapsing into too extreme a realism for narrative art, let it be said in reasonable prose that her eyes were, more truly, blue as autumn distance—blue


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Rh as the blue we see between the retreating mouldings of hills and woody slopes on a sunny September morning. A misty and shady blue, that had no beginning or surface, and was looked into rather than at. Of the two, indeed, perhaps this earthly blue is the more beautiful.

As to her Presence, it was not powerful; it was weak. Some women can make their personality pervade the atmosphere of a whole banqueting hall; Elfride's was no more pervasive that that of a kitten.

Notice, as Elfride's own, the thoughtfulness which appears in the face of the Madonna della Sedia, without its rapture: the warmth and spirit of the type of woman's feature most common to the beauties—mortal or immortal—of Rubens, without their insistent fleshliness. The characteristic expression of the female faces of Correggio—that of the yearning human thoughts that lie too deep for tears—was hers sometimes, but seldom under ordinary conditions.


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6 The point in Elfride Swancourt's life at which a deeper current may be said to have permanently se tin, was on winter afternoon when she found herself standing, in the character of hostess, face to face with a man she had never seen before—moreover, looking at him with a Miranda-like curiosity and interest that she had never yet bestowed on a mortal.

On this particular day her father, the vicar of a remote country parish, and a widower, was suffering from an attack of gout. After finishing her household supervisions, Elfride became restless, and several times left the room, ascended the staircase, and knocked at her father's bedroom-door.

'Come in!' was always answered in a hearty farmer-like voice from inside.

'Papa,' she said on one occasion to the fine, red-faced, handsome man of forty, who, puffing and fizzing like a bursting bottle, lay on the bed wrapped in a dressing-gown, and


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Rh every now and then enunciating, in spite of himself, about one letter of some word or words that were almost oaths; 'papa, will you not come down-stairs this evening?' She spoke distinctly: he was rather deaf.

'Afraid not—eh h-h!—very much afraid I shal not, Elfride. Piph-ph-ph! I can't bear even a handkerchief upon this deuced toe of mine, much less a stocking or slipper—piph-ph-ph! There 'tis again! No, I sha'n't get up till to-morrow.'

'Then I hope this London man won't come; for I don't know what I should do, papa.'

'Well, it would be awkward, certainly.'

'I should hardly think he would come to-day.'

'Why?'

'Because the wind blows so.'

'Wind! What ideas you have, Elfride! Who ever heard of wind stopping a man from doing his business? The idea of this toe of mine coming on so suddenly!... If


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228 readily admitted that quarrel, did not seek in any way to minimize the fact that it had been a violent one—and over money."

"How could he?" queries Peabody. "Two of the servants heard it."

"His disgraceful speech and conduct, however," added the doctor, "brush aside, as it were, that accusing finger."

"How is that?" I exclaimed.

"Why, the bereaved husband, almost prostrated (according to these sob-reported) keeps crying:

"'Oh, if I could only have told Clara how sorry I was!'"

"Then," demanded Peabody, a little vehemently, I thought, "why didn't he go and tell her? Instead, what does the man do? He goes to his room (so he tells us) sleeps sweetly (so he says) until awakened in the morning to learn that his wife, who (so he would have us believe) he thought was all this time in her room, is a crushed and gory corpse."

There was a brief pause.

"You see, Hudson," remarked the doctor, "the case does present some sinister features."

"Probably," I suggested, "if Guy Oxford were here—"

Peabody and the doctor smiled a little.

"Rather out of his line, don't you think?" the doctor queried.

"He solved the Bradshaw mystery," I reminded him, "and that when all those crack detectives had ignominiously failed."

"He did. But that was a coldly scientific proposition, Hudson—a mystery insoluble to any man save one with Guy Oxford's deep and peculiar scientific attainments. But this—well, this is different."

"Quite so," concurred Peabody.

"No, Hudson," he added; "for my part, I am glad that the man who lost is out there at sea. He doesn't know."

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THINK it well to set down, while memory of it is still vivid, an account of this strange business. That something terrible happened is clear. But where? And, in heaven's name, how did Mr. Oxford, standing there on the deck of the Shadow, by the weather mizzen-shrouds—in God's name, I say, how was that sudden, awful intelligence borne to him there?

For I was present, within a few yards of the man, and I heard nothing, absolutely nothing—save, that is, the soft sighting of the wind and the eternal wash of the sea. 'Tis true, the man at the wheel thinks he heard voices in the air, as he describes it—low, indistinct, terrible, ghostly. In fact, he thinks he heard spirits. But, for my part, I dismiss that helmsman's testimony (if I may call it that) without a moment's hesitation. For I was there myself, saw ten times as much as he did, heard from Mr. Oxford's own lips what the helmsman never did; and I can swear that (save for Oxford's and my own) there were no voices—from the air or from lips, ghostly or otherwise.

That an intelligence, however, was actually borne to him, that there was nothing of delusion about it, I am convinced as fully that I am this moment aboard the Shadow. For, brief though our acquaintance, nevertheless I know Mr. Oxford is too coolly scientific, too profoundly (terribly even) materialistic to permit superstition or fantasy to enter as a possible explanation of the matter.

No, the key to this mystery is material! But what is the key?

Now for the facts of the case.

T WAS the first watch of the night—one of those still, starry nights that are so beautiful. There was a steady, gentle breeze from the direction of the land, some eighty miles distant now,


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 gallantly. Libreville looks very bright and pleasing—with its red roofs and white walls amongst the surrounding wealth of dark green mango trees; but we soon leave it behind, passing along in front of the low, rolling hills, all densely clad with forests, out to Cape Clara, or Cape Joinville as some maps will have it—the end of the northern shore of the Gaboon estuary. When we get to the Cape we find a pretty fair sea running, and Eveke, whose seamanship I am beginning to view with suspicion, lets her gybe, and I get knocked into the bottom of the boat by the boom, and stay there. There is nothing like entering into the spirit of a thing like this if you mean to enjoy it, and after all that's the wisest thing to do out here, for there's nothing between enjoying it and dying of it. The sun is broiling hot; everything one has got to sit on or catch hold of is as hot as a burning brick, and there is no cabin, nor even locker, on our craft; so I prop myself up against my collecting-box and lazily take stock of the things round me, and write.

My crew are a miscellaneous lot of M'pongwe, black but not comely. One gentleman, however, evidently thinks he is, as he has a beautiful pair of carefully tended whiskers, rare adjuncts to the African. He also has a pair of kerseymere trousers, far too tight for him; but a man with whiskers "all same for one with white man must dress the part, and trousers are scarce in this country. Our cargo consists of two bags of salt, several bags and boxes of sand for ballast, several bottles of water for drinking, a bundle of bedding—a loan from the Doctor, and a deck chair—a loan from Mr. Hudson. Owing to the Lafayette having no deck, the latter is "not required on the voyage," and is folded up. I observe with anxiety that the cargo is not stowed in a manner that would meet with the approval of Captain Murray, and decide to get dunnage and do it in style the first port we call at. Can't possibly shift cargo in this sea. The crew drink the water in such quantities that there will be an oceán tragedy if we get becalmed. We run along close in shore from Cape Clara to Cape Esterias—a fine, sandy, rock-strewn shore, backed by a noble bush—for eight miles. The land falls away then, for Esterias is the southernmost point of Corisco Bay. Close to Cape Esterias


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 I see the familiar bark-built village that betokens Fans, and on sighting this we change our course and lay one apparently for the Brazilian ports.

The Lafayette flies along before a heavy sea, and from my position at the bottom of her I can see nothing but her big white mainsail and her mast with its shrouds and stays standing out clear, rocking to and fro, against the hard blue sky; and just the white crests of the waves as they go dancing by. I have nothing to hear save the pleasantest sounds in the world—the rustle of the sail and the swish of the waves as they play alongside the vessel. Now and then there is added to these the lazy, laughing talk of the black men; and now and then an extra lively wave throws its crest in among us. Soon all the crew drop softly off to sleep, Eveke joining them, so I rouse up and take the main sheet and the tiller and keep her so. I feel as if I were being baked to a cinder, but there's no help for it, and some of it is very pleasant. About four o'clock I see two lumps of land on the sky-line. I wake Eveke up and he seems surprised at my not knowing what they are. "That's Corisco and Banã, sir," says he. I explain to Eveke, as I hand over the navigation to him, that every one has not been born on Corisco, and the fact of his having had this advantage is the reason of his being pilot now; and I reseat myself in the bottom of the boat and carefully look over the side, mindful of that boom palaver. We head for the bigger and most western bit of land, soon seeing the details of its undulating, black-green forests. When we get within a mile, Eveke asks me to wake up the man in front of me, and I stir him firmly, but gently, with a chart; for I know what waking black men leads to sometimes; and when he rouses I order him to wake up the others, and in a few minutes they are all more or less awake, even the man on the look-out. They wash their mouths out with sea-water, and then re-commence their laughing, talking and water-drinking again.

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Out of some coincident Other-World comes to Lemuel Mason a visitation, intangible, ecstatic—and deadly.

HE famous physician, a noted member of the Society of Psychical Research, pulled thoughtfully at his pipe. “During all the years of my investigation of strange phenomena, have I ever run across anything that defied what we please to call natural explanation? Well, that is hard to say; I don’t know. Only years ago—” he paused and lit a match. “Perhaps I had better tell you about it.

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 I won't play," and stops and commences to swing broadside on. So the oars—or sweeps I should call them, for we have evidently returned to fourteenth century seamanship—are got out and in a few minutes we are bumping violently on the strand. We let go the anchor, make all snug and go ashore. When ashore, of course with the exception of myself and the pilot, the crew indulge in a dance to stretch their cramped limbs. As no inhabitants turn up, Eveke runs up into the little village that fronts us and hunts a few out, who come and stare at us in a woolly stupid way, very different from my friends, the vivacious Fans. Eveke has tremendous greetings with them—particularly with the young ladies. He hastily informs me that he is related to them. I hope he is. He says most of the people are away at the farms—which is not an affliction to me, for Eveke wastes enough time on those we have got, and they seem to me a churlish lot for Africans. The only question they ask us is: Have we any tobacco? Corisco is nearly out of tobacco, owing to the weather having been too rough of late for them to get across either to Eloby, or Cocco Beach, where the factories are, for more. They are gratified by our affirmative answer, and sit down, in a line, on a large log, and beam at us in a subdued way, while we get the things we want off the Lafayette and finish securing her for the night. This being done, Eveke and I go off to his father's house—his father, the Rev. Mr. Ibea, being the sole representative of the American Presbyterian mission now on Corisco Island.

I have heard much of the strange variety of scenery to be found on this island: how it has, in a miniature way, rivers, lakes, forests, prairies, swamps and mountains; and our walk demonstrates to me the baldness of the truth of the statement. The tide being now nearly in, we cannot keep along the beach all the way, which is a mercy—for the said beach is, where it is dry, of the softest, whitest sand imaginable; where it is wet, of the softest, pink-dove-coloured sand, and it is piled with fresh, rotting, and rotten seaweed into which, at every step, you sink over your ankles in an exhausting way, and on the surface of which you observe centipedes crawling, and, needless to say, sandflies galore. When we come to a point of any


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Rh studied under Munstenburg, and witnessed some of his unique experiments in relation to hypnotism. Munstenburg also conducted some other peculiar inquiries into what is called occult or secret wisdom, but this latter fact is known to but few. It was under him I matriculated in psychology—and in some other things which colleges neither recognize nor give degrees for.

“Naturally I acquired an assortment of bizarre facts and experiences, and a large library composed of other than dry treatises on medicine, It was my good fortune to possess a small income independent of my practice, and this enabled me to devote more time to reading and study than to patients. I had an office in what was called the Herald Building, and rooms at the ‘Brunswick,’ a room- ing and boarding house of the old- fashioned type. I not only lodged at the ‘Brunswick,’ I took most of my meals there.

NE evening I was sitting in my room after dinner, en- joying my pipe and a book of Hudson’s, ‘A Hind in Hyde Park,’ when a hasty knock sounded at the door. ‘Come in,’ I called perfunctorily, and there entered a young man of slender build, pale face and indeterminate features, with dark hair and eyes. He was a recent boarder at the ‘Brunswick,’ Lemuel Mason by name, and only a few days before the landlady had introduced me to him at the breakfast table. I gleaned the fact that he was (though he did not look it) of fisher stock down Lunenburg way. He was a graduate of a normal school, and expected, within the month after summer vacation, to take a position as teacher in a local private academy. A quiet young man, he appeared, in the middle twenties, commonplace enough. Only with the observant eyes of a physician I had noticed at the dinner table that he looked quite ill; his pale face was unusually haggard, even distraught. His first words were startling enough.

Doctor, tell me, am I mad?’

Probably not,’ I answered with what I hoped was a reassuring smile, ‘Otherwise you would scarcely ask the question. But tell me, what is disturbing you?

“Almost incoherently he talked, and I studied him attentively as he did so. Afterwards I gave him a thorough examination.

No,’ I said, ‘you are not mad; you are perfectly normal in every way. All your reflexes and reactions, both physical and mental, are what they should be. There is a little nervous tension, of course, some natural excitement from the strangeness of the experiences you say you have undergone, an experience, I again assure you, that will prove to have a simple and scientific explanation,’

SAID all this, being certain of nothing, but only desirous of calming my patient at the moment. I realized that it would take a longer period of observation to determine his mental condition.

Tell me, what is your room like?’ He had already informed me that he lodged in another house about two blocks away.

It is a small room, Doctor; about as large as your ante-room out there.’

And how is it furnished?’

With a single iron bed, a bureau, desk and two chairs.’

Tell me again of your experience, slowly.’

I took the room because it was cheap; and because of its reputation I got it for a nominal sum.’

Reputation? What do you mean?’

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 "There!" he panted, as they drew up, "I c-cantered. I did n't do it as well as the boy on Fifth Avenue, but I did it, and I staid on!"

He and Wilkins and the pony were close friends after that. Scarcely a day passed in which the country people did not see them out together, cantering gayly on the highroad or through the green lanes. The children in the cottages would run to the door to look at the proud little brown pony with the gallant little figure sitting so straight in the saddle, and the young lord would snatch off his cap and swing it at them, and shout, "Hullo! Good-morning!" in a very unlordly manner, though with great heartiness. Sometimes he would stop and talk with the children, and once Wilkins came back to the castle with a story of how Fauntleroy had insisted on dismounting near the village school, so that a boy who was lame and tired might ride home on his pony.

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406 died there, I believe. But I have never been a nervous individual; I don’t believe in ghosts or such nonsense. So I leapt at the opportunity to be economical.’

And what did you see?’

Nothing. That’s the curious part of it” He laughed huskily. ‘But I’ve smelt—’

Is there any opening from your room that gives on another chamber?’

No. Only the door and the transom above it, opening on the hall.’

Does anyone else mention smelling anything?’

Not that I know of.’

And the window?’

Opens on the rear garden, There is a plum tree outside the window, and a bed of flowers, pansies and rose bushes,’

Are you sure you do not smell them? On a warm sultry evening the perfume can sometimes be quite overpowering.’

No, Doctor, it was nothing at all like that. Let me describe again what happened. I moved into the room yesterday afternoon. At nine o’clock I went to bed. My window was open, of course, and the transom over the door ajar. For pers haps an hour I read—maybe longer. Even while reading I was conscious of sniffing some subtle perfume, and once or twice I got up and went into the hall, but, when I did, the smell vanished. However, it was only the suggestion of a smell; so finally I turned out the light and went to sleep.

HAT time it was the smell awakened me, I do not know, but the room was full of it. It was not a fragrant smell— not the odor of damp earth and breathing flowers—but rather, of something unpleasant; something, I am sure, that was rotten. Not that I thought so at the time, for during the experience I was intoxicated by the odor, That is the ghastly part of the whole business, I tell you I lay on the bed and luxuriated in that smell, I actually rolled in it, rolling on the mattress, over and over, as you may have seen dogs rolling in carrion. My whole body seemed to gulp in the foul atmosphere, every inch and pore of it; my skin muscles twitched, and from head to foot I was conscious of such exquisite rapture and delight that it beggars description.

All night I lay on the bed and wallowed in that delicious sea of perfume; and then suddenly it was daylight and I could hear people stirring in other rooms. The smell was gone, and I was conscious of being sick and weak; so sick that I retched and vomited and could eat no breakfast. And it was then I realized that all night I had revelled in the odor of rottenness, of something unspeakably foul, but at the time desirable and piercingly sweet. So I came to you.’

E leaned back, exhausted, and for a moment I was at a loss what to say. But only for a moment. You will remember that I was reading Hudson’s book, ‘A Hind in Hyde Park,’ when interrupted, If you have ever read the book, you will recollect that a portion of it deals with the sense of smell in animals. By a strange coincidence—if anything can be termed merely a coincidence—I was reading that section, and also several passages devoted to a dissertation on dreams. Taking refuge in an explanation quoted by Hudson, I said soothingly:

The condition is evidently a rare but quite explainable one. I suppose you know something of the nature of dreams. A sleeping man pricks his hand with a pin and a dream follows to account for the prick. He dreams that he is ram-


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 make him a heavier sack than other full sacks. His value lies in his being the most lucid and penetrating intellect of modern times placed at the service of the noblest of all causes: THE SUPPRESSION OF HUMAN MISERY.

So far the solvers of social problems have been merely Utopian idealists after the fashion of Rousseau or Marx—of those dreamers who dream theoretical solutions, far too pretty to be sound. Ford does not dream solutions. He deduces them. He takes Man as he is, accepts the world as he finds it, experiments and lets the facts bring to the surface the logically correct, natural and human solution. His idealism is organic. His ideas do not spring up “a priori”, born of mental or sentimental transports. They simply reflect the answers given by consulted facts. Hence the enormous import of his ideas, the repercussion they are beginning to have and the profound influence they must necessarily exercise on the future order of things.

Henry Ford is to be regarded therefore not as the biggest money-bag that ever was but as the foremost example of clearness of vision in our day and generation.

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16 ber, and gazing on all around with a celestial sweetness, she breathed them a last farewell. They raised her from her pillow, but the spirit had departed to that holier cline where sorrow is unknown; although in death the smile had not left her countenance. I stole one of the auburn ringlets, which even in death clustered around her polished brow, and bore it with me to your throne." He laid the gift on her extended hand, and turned away.

Another came.

"I have spent the year," said he, "among the genii of the earth. I watched over a young poet as he toiled night and day to win the laurels awarded to him who was most favored by the muses. His soul seemed to have thrown off the shackles of mortality, and to hold communion with the spirits of the air. And when at last he was victorious, I plucked a laurel from the wreath which encircled his brow, which I now present to you."

Another came.

"I saw," said he, "amid my wanderings, a splendid company entering a church, and hastily joined them. They had assembled to witness the baptism of their infant prince. I hovered over the sacred fount, and when the water was flung from consecrated hands upon the princely brow of him who was in future years to hold dominion over a large and powerful nation, I gathered up the glittering drops and brought them to shine as pearls upon your diadem."

And yet another came.

"I was attracted," said he, "by the sound of the clamor to a field of battle. I watched the contending parties until shouts of joy informed me that the victory was decided. I saw the conquering army leave the field, and attention was paid to many of the wounded, yet one remained unnoticed in the distance. It was not long before a lovely being came, attired in the robe of the sisters of charity. She knelt by the side of the sufferer, and wiped the damps of death from his brow, but his life was fast ebbing away. She placed the crucifix which hung by her side in the hand of the sufferer, who slowly raised it to his lips, while she breathed a fervent prayer, that his spirit might be received by him who gave it. As his last faint sigh breathed on her ear a tear stole down her cheek. I caught the pearly drops and bore it to your throne."

At last the most beautiful of all the fairies came before her, and it was evident from the pleasure that glistened in her eye, that his gift would be acceptable to her. "You are aware," said he, "that I have been before this banished from your presence in search of adventure. I was also present amid scenes of warfare. I watched the patriots of injured, oppressed Poland, as they sacrificed their lives and fortunes on the altar of liberty. After one desperate conflict, I saw the leader of the patriot band as he lay expiring on the field of battle. A lovely form hung over him, bearing an infant in her arms, their loved and only child. He turned his glazing eye to heaven, and said in a feeble voice, 'Oh thou father of the fatherless guide and guard these loved ones through this changing world.' Then turning to her he said, 'Farewell till we meet again in that blest world where the chains of the oppressor are broken and the oppressed go free.' Even in this afflictive moment the husband and father were lost in the patriot, for his last breath was spent in prayer that Poland might be free, and I caught the last drop of that heart's blood which had been so nobly spent. By magic power I changed it to a brilliant gem which I present to you." She extended her hand to him, and suffered him to lead her to their loveliest bower, while all burst forth in strains more gladsome than before, to welcome the united sovereigns of the fairy realm. EMMA.

Yonker's Female Seminary, 1841.

We have come from the land of the viewless things. Pilgrims to earth on our rainbow wings: Oh! would you aught of our being know, From whence we journey, whither we go, Mortal! seek all things that vanish soon, Dew drops that flee ere the blaze of noon: The meteor darting so bright and free, The waves that curl o'er the dark blue sea A sunbeam dancing above the stream, Visions, which float o'er a feverish dream: The lightning's flash, ere the storm-cloud lowers: —Such, and so fleet are the changing hours.

Some of us vestured in light, pursue The mystic path that no eye may view: Some robed in the ever-changing dyes That float at even o'er summer skies: And some in a grey and misty veil Glide silently on in the starlight pale. Through the quiet night, through the glare of day, Still on we follow, and make no stay: Ye chide our lingering: ye wish us slow, But heedless, weariless, on we go. Oh! many a sigh from earth's fairest bowers, Is borne on the wings of the passing hours.

Ye of the pure heart, and voice of song, Whose stainless hands were not formed for wrong. Of the shadowless brow, and the laughing eye, Ye hail us in joyfulness, as we fly. But some there are, and to them we bear Dark thoughts of the past, of the future, despair: To whom every plume in each drooping wing, Is a shaft more deadly than scorpion's sting! Yet countless blessings we love to shed In fragrance over the guiltless head: And to some more sweet than the breath of flowers, Are the memories left by the fleeting hours. H P.


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(2) The cross-bred may present some condition intermediate between the two parental forms, in which case we may still retain the term "blend" as applied to the zygote.

Such an "intermediate" may be the apparent mean between the two parental forms or be nearer to one or other in any degree. Such a case is that of a cross between a rich crimson Magenta Chinese Primrose and a clear White, giving a flower of a colour appropriately described as a "washy" magenta.

(3) The cross-bred may present some form quite different from that of either pure parent. Though, as has been stated, nothing can be predicted of an unknown case, we already know a considerable number of examples of this nature in which the mule-form approaches sometimes with great accuracy to that of a putative ancestor, near or remote. It is scarcely possible to doubt that several-though perhaps not all—of Darwin's "reversions on crossing" were of this nature.

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 one of the many little bays or indentations in the coast-line where the sea is breaking, we clamber up the bank and turn inland, still ankle deep in sand, and go through this museum of physical geography. First a specimen of grass land, then along a lane of thickly pleached bush, then down into a wood with a little (at present) nearly dried up swamp in its recesses; then up out on to an open heath which has recently been burnt and is covered with dead bracken and scorched oil palms; then through a village into grass again, and back to the beach to plough our way through seaweed across another bay; then round some remarkable rocks, up into a wood, then grass, and more bush and more beach, and up among a cluster of coco-palms, more grass; and then a long stretch of path with one side of it a thick hedge which is encroaching in a way that calls for energetic lopping, for the bush leans so across the path that you also have to lean at an angle of nearly 45° towards the other side. I begin to despair, my boots being full of sand, and to fear we shall never get through the specimens before nightfall. There is such an air of elaborate completeness about this museum, and we have not even commenced the glacier or river departments. However, at length we see what seems to be the entrance to an English park, and coming up to this find a beautiful avenue of mango trees.

Corisco evidently feels the dry season severely. The dry sandy soil is thickly strewn with dead leaves. At the end of the avenue there is a pretty wooden house, painted white, with its doors and window-frames painted a bold bright blue. Around it are a cluster of outbuildings like it, each mounted on poles, the little church, the store, and the house for the children in the mission school. A troop of children rush out and greet Eveke effusively. One of them, I am informed, is his brother, and he commences to bubble out conversation in Benga. I send Eveke off to find his mother, thinking he will like to get his greetings with her over unobserved, and after a few minutes she comes forward to greet me,—a pretty, bright-looking lady whom it is hard to believe old enough to be Eveke's mother; and not only Eveke's but the mother of a lot of strapping young women who come forward with her.


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 and the grandmother of other strapping young women mixed up among them. I must really try and find out which is which. Until I do so perhaps it will be diplomatic to regard them all as her daughters. Mrs. Ibea insists, in the kindliest way possible, on my taking possession of her own room. Mr. Ibea is away, she says, on an evangelising visit to the mainland at Cape St. John (the northern extremity of Corisco Bay), intending to call at Eloby Island; so he may not be here for some days, and she promptly gives me tea and alligator pears, both exceedingly welcome.

The views from the windows of my clean and comfortable room are very beautiful. The house stands on a high promontory called Alondo Point, the turning point of the south and west sides of the island, and almost overhangs the sea. A reef of rock runs out at the foot of the cliff for about a mile, on which the sea breaks constantly. The great rollers of the South Atlantic, meeting here their first check since they left Cape Horn and the Americas, fly up in sheets of foam with a never-ending thunder. I go to bed early, thankfully observing that the gay mosquito curtain is entirely "for dandy"—decorative and not defensive.

The obtaining of specimens of fish from the lakes in the centre of the island being my main object in visiting Corisco, I set to work by starting immediately after breakfast to the bay that we came to last night, and which I will call Nassau Bay in future. I go along the same variegated path I came by yesterday. Eveke has slept at the village in the Bay among his relatives so as to keep an eye, he says, on the Lafayette. When I find him, he says that only women can catch the lake fish, and that they always catch them in certain baskets, and as these have to be made they cannot be ready to-day. Having heard Corisco is famous for shells, and having seen nothing on any of the many beaches on the southern side of the island more conchologically charming than half a dozen dilapidated whelks, I ask where the main deposits of shells are. Eveke says there is any quantity of them on the other little islands, Laval to the south, and Baña to the S.E. in Corisco Bay. To his horror I say I will go to those islands now, and we get our scattered crew together and


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Note 6.4 Verb: Classification.

As mentioned in Note 5.1 a classification of Amharic verbs will be gradually introduced in later units. The list of verbs in Note 6.3 above, makes it possible for us to introduce the two main classes of verbs, i.e. the so-called regular three-radical verbs (types 'A' and 'B') and the regular two-radical verbs in /-a/ (types 'A' and 'B').

Note 6.4.1 Three-Radical Verbs (types 'A' and 'B').

The regular three-radical verbs have the following distribution of vowels and root consonants ('radicals'):