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 errors with compassion: in a few hours I shall be no more: yet a little, and I am free from this disgraceful passion."

"Wretched woman, what can I say to you? I cannot—I must not—But live, Matilda! oh, live!"

"You do not reflect on what you ask. What? live to plunge myself in infamy? to become the agent of hell? to work the destruction both of you and of myself? Feel this heart, father."

She took his hand. Confused, embarrassed, and fascinated, he withdrew it not, and felt her heart throb under it.

"Feel this heart, father! It is yet the seat of honour, truth, and chastity: if it beats to-morrow, it must fall a prey to the blackest crimes. Oh, let me then die to-day! Let me die while I yet deserve the tears of the virtuous. Thus will I expire!"—(She reclined her head upon his shoulder; her golden hair poured itself over his chest.)—"Folded in your arms, I shall sink to sleep; your hand shall close my eyes for ever, and


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 your lips receive my dying breath. And will you not sometimes think of me? Will you not sometimes shed a tear upon my tomb? Oh, yes, yes, yes! that kiss is my assurance."

The hour was night. All was silence around. The faint beams of a solitary lamp darted upon Matilda's figure, and shed through the chamber a dim, mysterious light. No prying eye or curious ear was near the lovers: nothing was heard but Matilda's melodious accents. Ambrosio was in the full vigour of manhood; he saw before him a young and beautiful woman, the preserver of his life, the adorer of his person; and whom affection for him had reduced to the brink of the grave. He sat upon her bed; his hand rested upon her bosom; her head reclined voluptuously upon his breast. Who then can wonder if he yielded to the temptation? Drunk with desire, he pressed his lips to those which sought them; his kisses vied with Matilda's in warmth and passion: he clasped her rap-

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 turously in his arms; he forgot his vows, his sanctity, and his fame; he remembered nothing but the pleasure and opportunity.

"Ambrosio! Oh, my Ambrosio!" sighed Matilda.

"Thine, ever thine," murmured the friar, and sunk upon her bosom.


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is entirely new and additional, although the original Church probably contained one. It is entered from the South Aisle through a dark oak screen, the woodwork of which is solid to the height of about six feet with wide folding doors in the centre, through which the choir, who use this Aisle as their vestry, enter the Church for their places in the Chancel. The screen is entirely new and is of the local character of fifteenth century woodwork, like the Chancel screen. On the south side of the Aisle stand the several oak presses for the clergy and choir surplices with an oak chest, all alike in character, the clergy vestry being separated by a curtain.

The windows of this Aisle, altered only by new tracery glass, now occupy exactly corresponding positions with those they occupied in the former Chancel. They are by Wailes, of Newcastle. The first window, as we go east, represents the raising of Jairus' Daughter and the "Noli me tangere" ("Touch me not." S. John xx., 17). It has a Brass below: "This window is erected by her brothers and sisters to the memory of Isabella Spencer Stanhope, who departed this life on the 10th of May, 1857, aged 59 years."

The window on the other side of the door has the angel at the empty sepulchre telling the holy women "He is risen" and the Ascension": ":This window is dedicated by her brothers and sisters to the memory of Anne Winifrid Spencer Stanhope, who died March 17, 1860."

The East Window, the east window of the late Chancel, is almost hidden by the Organ. It represents, in two small groups, the Burial of our Lord in one light, and in the other the angels telling the holy women bearing their spices of His having "risen, as He said." The two side lights have no subjects. The inscription is: "In memoriam dilectissimae matris Mariae Winifridis Spencer-Stanhope hanc fenestram liberi ejus moerentes posuerunt. Nat: Nov: ix, MDCCLXIII. Obiit Dec: xvi, MDCCCL." "In memory of their much loved mother Mary Winifrid Spencer-Stanhope her sorrowing children have placed this window. Born, Nov. 9, 1763: died Dec. 16, 1850."

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 The new glass in the tracery is well worthy of notice: St. Augustine of Canterbury in the centre, and the first two and the final letters of Jesus Christ in the ancient Greek character I H C X P C, the original and proper form of what was in later times changed into the Latin "I H S," through the Greek capital E resembling the Latin letter H.

St. Augustine landed in England in A. D. 596 to carry forward the conversion of England to Christianity, and was created first Archbishop of Canterbury in 601, the year in which Paulinus came over from Rome to assist him in his work.

The Organ stands in the north-east part of this Aisle, with the case of the Great Organ, richly decorated red and gold, facing west. It was built by Messrs. Wordsworth and Maskell of Leeds, and was used for the first time on the Re-opening Day in 1880. It takes the place of a much smaller one by Gray and Davison, the gift of Mr. and Mrs. Stanhope at Easter, 1872, which is now placed in the Parish Church of Rushford, in Norfolk, as a memorial of Mrs. Stanhope in her own family's Parish Church, where she was married in 1856.

The following specification was given by the builders at the opening:

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 * 2 	Stopp'd diapason 	8 feet tone 	56 pipes
 * 3 	Dulciana (Grooved Bass) 	8 feet tone 	44 pipes
 * 4 	Wald flute 	4 feet tone 	56 pipes
 * 5 	principal 	4 feet tone 	56 pipes
 * 6 	TwelthTwelfth [sic] 	2 2/3 feet tone 	56 pipes
 * 7 	Fifteenth 	2 feet tone 	56 pipes
 * 8 	Mixture (3 ranks) 	2 ,11/3, 2/3 feet tone 	168 pipes

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60 a current. They will not attempt to go straight over, but will breast the tide by passing obliquely upwards. One of our horses was killed by a fall down one of these precipices, and it was surprising that more of them did not share the like fate. Buffaloes were so scarce here, that we were obliged to feed on our dried meat, and this scarcity continued till after we had gained the head sources of the Columbia river. For the last five days we have had to travel on the Colorado of the West, which is a very long river, and empties into the gulph of California.

On the 4th of July, 1832, we arrived at Lewis's fork, one of the largest rivers in these rocky mountains. It took us all day to cross it. it is half a mile wide, deep, and rapid. The way we managed was this: one man unloaded his horse, and swam across with him, leading two loaded ones, and unloading the two, brought them back, for two more, and as Sublet's company and our own made over a hundred and fifty, we were all day in passing the river. In returning, my mule, by treading on a round stone, stumbled and threw me off, and the current was so strong, that a bush which I caught hold of only saved me from drowning.

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 —And for the post too; added he. Defend me; cried I

I travel by water—I am going down the Rhône this very afternoon—my baggage is in the boat—and I have actually paid nine livres for my passage

C'est tout egal—'tis all one; said he.

Bon Dieu! what, pay for the way I go! and for the way I do not go!

C'est tout egal; replied the commissary

The devil it is! said I—but I will go to ten thousand Bastiles first

O England! England! thou land of liberty, and climate of good sense, thou tenderest of mothers—and gentlest of nurses, cried I, kneeling upon one knee, as I was beginning my apostrophè


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Runo XII]

Do thou not go forth to battle!

In the house is beer in plenty,

In the barrels made of alder,

And behind the taps of oakwood.

It is seasoned now for drinking,

And all day canst thou be singing.”

Said the lively Lemminkainen,

“But for home-brewed ale I care not,

Rather would I drink stream-water,

From the end of tarry rudder,

And this drink were sweeter to me

Than the beer in all our cellars.

Bring me here my war-shirt quickly,

Bring me, too, my mail for battle.

I will seek the homes of Pohja,

And o’erthrow the youths of Lapland,

And for gold will ask the people,

And I will demand their silver.”

Then said Lemminkainen’s mother,

“O my son, my dearest Ahti,

We ourselves have gold in plenty,

Silver plenty in the storeroom.

Only yesterday it happened,

In the early hours of morning,

Ploughed the slave a field of vipers,

Full of twining, twisting serpents,

And a chest-lid raised the ploughshare,

And the chest was full of money.

Coins by hundreds there were hidden,

Thousands there were squeezed together,

To our stores the chest was carried,

In the loft we stored it safely.”

Said the lively Lemminkainen,

“Nought I care for home-stored treasures.

I will win me marks in battle,

Treasures won by far are better,

Than the gold in all our storerooms,

Or the silver found in ploughing.

Bring me here my war-shirt quickly,

Bring me, too, my mail for battle,

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 When the director of Madam Le Blanc's conscience coming in at that instant, and seeing a person in black, with a face as pale as ashes, at his devotions—looking still paler by the contrast and distress of his drapery—ask'd, if I stood in want of the aids of the church

I go by —said I—and here's another will be for making me pay for going by.

I perceived the commissary of the post-office would have his six livres four sous, I had nothing else for it, but to say some smart thing upon the occasion, worth the money:

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 —And pray Mr. commissary, by what law of courtesy is a defenceless stranger to be used just the reverse from what you use a Frenchman in this matter?

By no means; said he.

Excuse me; said I—for you have begun, sir, with first tearing off my breeches—and now you want my pocket

Whereas—had you first taken my pocket, as you do with your own people—and then left me bare a-'d after—I had been a beast to have complain'd

As it is 'Tis contrary to the law of nature. 'Tis contrary to reason. 'Tis contrary to the.

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did Ahti Lemminkainen,

He the handsome Kaukolainen

Live awhile a life of quiet

With the young bride he had chosen,

And he went not forth to battle,

Nor went Kylli to the village.

But at length one day it happened

In the early morning hours,

Forth went Ahti Lemminkainen

To the place where spawn the fishes,

And he came not home at evening,

And at nightfall he returned not.

Kyllikki then sought the village,

There to dance with sportive maidens.

Who shall now the tidings carry,

Who will now convey a message?

Ainikki ’twas, Ahti’s sister,

She it was who brought the tidings,

She it was conveyed the message.

“Ahti, O my dearest brother,

Kyllikki has sought the village,

Entered there the doors of strangers,

Where the village girls are sporting,

Dancing with unbraided tresses.”

Ahti then, for ever boyish,

He the lively Lemminkainen,

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1832] that was the only liquor we had to drink in remembrance of our homes and dear connexions. If I may judge by my own feelings and by the looks of my companions, there was more of melancholy than joy amongst us. We were almost [40] four thousand miles from Boston, and in saying Boston we mean at the same time our native spot Cambridge, as they are separated by a wooden bridge only. from the north fork of Lewis's river we passed on to an eminence called Teton mountain, where we spent the night. The next day was pleasant, and serene. Captain Sublet came in the evening to inquire how many of our company were sick, as they must ride, it being impossible for them to go on foot any farther. His kindness and attention I never can forget. Dr. Jacob Wyeth, the Captain's brother, George More, and Stephen Burdit were too weak to walk. To accommodate them with horses, Captain Wyeth was obliged to dig a hole in the earth, and therein bury the goods which has been hitherto carried on horseback. In the language of the Trappers this hiding of goods was called cacher or hidden treasure, being the French term for 'to hide.' When they dig these hiding-holes they carefully carry the earth of a buffalo-skin to a distance, so as to leave no marks or traces of the ground being dug up or disturbed: and this was done to secure the caché from being stolen by the Indians or the white men. The goods so hidden are wrapt up in buffalo-skins to keep them dry, before the earth is put over them. Nor is this all; they make a fire over the spot, and all this to prevent the Indians from suspecting that treasure is caché, or hidden there, while the owner of it takes care to mark the bearing of the spot on some tree, or rock, or some


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 — — 'Tis a pithy prolegomenon, quoth I—and so read on — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

—By all which it appears, quoth I, having read it over, a little too rapidly, that if a man sets out in a post-chaise from Paris—he must go on travelling in one, all the days of his life—or pay for it.—Excuse me, said the commissary, the spirit of the ordinance is this—That if you set out with an intention of running post from Paris to Avignion, &c. you shall not change that intention or mode of travelling, without first satisfying the fermiers for two posts further than the place you repent at—and 'tis founded, continued he, upon this, that the


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 are not to fall short through your fickleness

O by heavens! cried I—if fickleness is taxable in France—we have nothing to do but to make the best peace with you we can

And if it is a bad one—as Tristram Shandy laid the corner stone of it—nobody but Tristram Shandy ought to be hanged.

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 he could easily have pawned for a thousand or more.

I could not help staring at him, and once, as they passed, he returned my look.

After dinner, as I was leaning with my back against the gunwale on the starboard side, he came out of the only private cabin that the vessel boasted, and taking up a position opposite to me, with his legs well apart and a big cigar between his thick lips, stood coolly regarding me, as if appraising me.

"Treating yourself to a little holiday on the Continent?" he inquired.

I had not been quite sure before he spoke, but his lisp, though slight, betrayed the Jew. His features were coarse, almost brutal; but the restless eyes were so brilliant, the whole face so suggestive of power and character, that, taking him as a whole, the feeling he inspired was admiration, tempered by fear. His tone was one of kindly contempt—the tone of a man accustomed to find most people his inferiors, and too used to the discovery to be conceited about it.

Behind it was a note of authority that it did not occur to me to dispute.

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Grew both sorrowful and angry,

And for long was wild with fury,

And he spoke the words which follow:

“O my mother, aged woman,

Wash my shirt, and wash it quickly

In the black snake’s deadly venom,

Dry it then, and dry it quickly

That I may go forth to battle,

And contend with youths of Pohja,

And o’erthrow the youths of Lapland.

Kyllikki has sought the village,

Entered there the doors of strangers,

There to dance with sportive maidens,

With their tresses all unbraided.”

Kyllikki made answer promptly,

She his favoured bride responded:

“Ahti, O my dearest husband,

Do not now depart to battle!

I beheld while I was sleeping,

While my slumber was the deepest,

From the hearth the flames were flashing,

Flashing forth with dazzling brightness,

Leaping up below the windows,

To the furthest walls extending,

Then throughout the house blazed fiercely,

Like a cataract in its fury,

O’er the surface of the flooring,

And from window unto window.”

But the lively Lemminkainen

Answered in the words which follow:

“Nought I trust in dreams of women,

Nor rely on woman’s insight.

O my mother who hast borne me,

Bring me here my war-shirt quickly,

Bring me, too, my mail for battle,

For my inclination leads me

Hence to drink the beer of battle,

And to taste the mead of combat.”

Then his mother spoke in answer:

“O my son, my dearest Ahti,

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 tion that I had never been abroad before, and had heard that Antwerp was an interesting town.

"How long have you got?" he asked.

"A fortnight," I told him.

"Like to see a bit more than Antwerp, if you could afford it, wouldn't you?" he suggested. "Fascinating little country Holland. Just long enough—a fortnight—to do the whole of it. I'm a Dutchman, a Dutch Jew."

"You speak English just like an Englishman," I told him. It was somehow in my mind to please him. I could hardly have explained why.

"And half a dozen other languages equally well," he answered, laughing. "I left Amsterdam when I was eighteen as steerage passenger in an emigrant ship. I haven't seen it since."

He closed the cabin door behind him, and, crossing over, laid a strong hand on my shoulder.

"I will make a proposal to you," he said.

"My business is not of the kind that can be put out of mind, even for a few days, and there are reasons"—he glanced over his shoulder towards the cabin door, and gave


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 vent to a short laugh—"why I did not want to bring any of my own staff with me. If you care for a short tour, all expenses paid at slap-up hotels and a ten-pound note in your pocket at the end, you can have it for two hours' work a day."

I suppose my face expressed my acceptance, for he did not wait for me to speak.

"Only one thing I stipulate for," he added, "that you mind your own business and keep your mouth shut. You're by yourself, aren't you?"

"Yes," I told him.

He wrote on a sheet of his notebook, and, tearing it out, handed it to me.

"That's your hotel at Antwerp," he said.

"You are Mr. Horatio Jones's secretary." He chuckled to himself as he repeated the name, which certainly did not fit him. "Knock at my sitting-room door at nine o'clock tomorrow morning. Good night!"

He ended the conversation as abruptly as he had begun it, and returned to his cabin.

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 myself preceded by an obsequious waiter to quite a charming bedroom on the second floor, while the "English breakfast" placed before me later in the coffee-room was of a size and character that in those days I did not often enjoy. About the work, also, he was as good as his word. I was rarely occupied for more than two hours each morning. The duties consisted chiefly of writing letters and sending off telegrams. The letters he signed and had posted himself, so that I never learnt his real name—not during that fortnight—but I gathered enough to be aware that he was a man whose business interests must have been colossal and world-wide.

He never introduced me to "Mrs. Horatio Jones," and after a few days he seemed to be bored with her, so that often I would take her place as his companion in afternoon excursions. I could not help liking the man. Strength always compels the adoration of youth; and there was something big and heroic about him. His daring, his swift decisions, his utter unscrupulousness, his occasional cruelty when necessity seemed to demand it. One could imagine him in earlier days a born leader of


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I will go to war in Pohja,

To destroy the sons of Lapland.

“There my inclination leads me

And my understanding drives me,

And my own ears shall inform me,

And my own eyes show me truly,

If in Pohjola a maiden,

In Pimentola a maiden,

Is not longing for a lover,

For the best of men desirous.”

Then said Lemminkainen’s mother,

“O my son, my dearest Ahti,

Kyllikki at home is with thee,

Fairest she of all the housewives.

Strange it were to see two women

In a bed beside one husband.”

Said the lively Lemminkainen,

“Kyllikki has sought the village.

Let her go to all the dances,

Let her sleep in all the houses,

Where the village girls are sporting,

Dancing with unbraided tresses.”

Still his mother would dissuade him,

And the aged woman warned him:

“Yet beware, my son, and go not

Unto Pohjola’s dread homestead,

Destitute of magic knowledge,

Destitute of all experience,

There to meet the youths of Pohja,

And to conquer Lapland’s children!

There the Laplanders will sing you,

And the Turja men will thrust you,

Head in clay, and mouth in charcoal,

With your arms where sparks are flying,

And your hands in glowing embers,

There upon the burning hearthstones.”

Lemminkainen heard and answered:

“Once some sorcerers would enchant me,

Wizards charm, and snakes would blast me,

As three Laplanders attempted

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 savage hordes, a lover of fighting for its own sake, meeting all obstacles with fierce welcome, forcing his way onward, indifferent to the misery and destruction caused by his progress, his eyes never swerving from their goal; yet not without a sense of rough justice, not altogether without kindliness when it could be indulged in without danger.

One afternoon he took me with him into the Jewish quarter of Amsterdam, and threading his way without hesitation through its maze of unsavoury slums, paused before a narrow three-storeyed house overlooking a stagnant backwater.

"The room I was born in," he explained.

"Window with the broken pane on the second floor. It has never been mended."

I stole a glance at him. His face betrayed no suggestion of sentiment, but rather of amusement. He offered me a cigar, which I was glad of, for the stench from the offal-laden water behind us was distracting, and for a while we both smoked in silence: he with his eyes half-closed; it was a trick of his when working out a business problem.

"Curious, my making such a choice," he remarked. "A butcher's assistant for my


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 father and a consumptive buttonhole-maker for my mother. I suppose I knew what I was about. Quite the right thing for me to have done, as it turned out."

I stared at him, wondering whether he was speaking seriously or in grim jest. He was given at times to making odd remarks. There was a vein of the fantastic in him that was continually cropping out and astonishing me.

"It was a bit risky," I suggested. "Better choose something a little safer next time."

He looked round at me sharply, and, not quite sure of his mood, I kept a grave face.

"Perhaps you are right," he agreed, with a laugh. "We must have a talk about it one day."

After that visit to the Goortgasse he was less reserved with me, and would often talk to me on subjects that I should never have guessed would have interested him. I found him a curious mixture. Behind the shrewd, cynical man of business I caught continual glimpses of the visionary.

I parted from him at The Hague. He paid my fare back to London, and gave me an extra pound for travelling expenses, to-


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 gether with the ten-pound note he had promised me. He had packed off "Mrs. Horatio Jones" some days before, to the relief, I imagine, of both of them, and he himself continued his journey to Berlin. I never expected to see him again, although for the next few months I often thought of him, and even tried to discover him by inquiries in the City. I had, however, very little to go upon, and after I had left Fenchurch Street behind me, and drifted into literature, I forgot him.

Until one day I received a letter addressed to the care of my publishers. It bore the Swiss postmark, and opening it and turning to the signature I sat wondering for the moment where I had met "Horatio Jones." And then I remembered.

He was lying bruised and broken in a woodcutter's hut on the slopes of the Jungfrau. Had been playing a fool's trick, so he described it, thinking he could climb mountains at his age. They would carry him down to Lauterbrunnen as soon as he could be moved farther with safety, but for the present he had no one to talk to but the nurse and a Swiss doctor who climbed


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 up to see him every third day. He begged me, if I could spare the time, to come over and spend a week with him. He enclosed a hundred-pound cheque for my expenses, making no apology for doing so. He was complimentary about my first book, which he had been reading, and asked me to telegraph him my reply, giving me his real name, which, as I had guessed it would, proved to be one of the best known in the financial world. My time was my own now, and I wired him that I would be with him the following Monday.

He was lying in the sun outside the hut when I arrived late in the afternoon, after a three-hours' climb followed by a porter carrying my small amount of luggage. He could not raise his hand, but his strangely brilliant eyes spoke their welcome.

"I am glad you were able to come," he said. "I have no near relations, and my friends—if that is the right term—are business men who would be bored to tears. Besides, they are not the people I feel I want to talk to, now."

He was entirely reconciled to the coming of death. Indeed, there were moments when he gave me the idea that he was looking for-


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Runo XII]

Through the night in time of summer,

On a rock all naked standing,

Wearing neither clothes nor waistband;

Not a rag was twisted round them,

But they got what I could give them,

Like the miserable codfish,

Like the axe on stone that’s battered,

Or against the rock the auger,

Or on slippery ice a sabot,

Or like Death in empty houses.

“Otherwise indeed they threatened,

Otherwise events had happened,

For they wanted to o’erthrow me,

Threatened they would sink me deeply

In the swamp when I was walking,

That in mire I might be sunken,

In the mud my chin pushed downward,

And my beard in filthy places.

But indeed a man they found me,

And they did not greatly fright me.

I myself put forth my magic,

And began my spells to mutter,

Sang the wizards with their arrows,

And the archers with their weapons,

Sorcerers with their knives of iron,

Soothsayers with their pointed weapons,

Under Tuoni’s mighty Cataract,

Where the surge is most terrific,

Underneath the highest cataract,

’Neath the worst of all the whirlpools.

There the sorcerers now may slumber,

There repose beneath their blankets,

Till the grass may spring above them,

Through their heads and caps sprout upward,

Through the arm-pits of the sorcerers,

Piercing through their shoulder-muscles,

While the wizards sleep in soundness,

Sleeping there without protection.”

Still his mother would restrain him,

Hinder Lemminkainen’s journey,

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 ward to it with an awed curiosity. With the conventional notion of cheering him, I talked of staying till he was able to return with me to civilisation, but he only laughed.

"I am not going back," he said. "Not that way. What they may do afterwards with these broken bones does not much concern either you or me.

"It's a good place to die in," he continued. "A man can think up here."

It was difficult to feel sorry for him, his own fate appearing to make so little difference to himself. The world was still full of interest to him—not his own particular corner of it: that, he gave me to understand, he had tidied up and dismissed from his mind. It was the future, its coming problems, its possibilities, its new developments, about which he seemed eager to talk. One might have imagined him a young man with the years before him.

One evening—it was near the end—we were alone together. The woodcutter and his wife had gone down into the valley to see their children, and the nurse, leaving him in my charge, had gone for a walk. We had carried him round to his favourite side of the hut facing the towering mass of the Jung-


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 frau. As the shadows lengthened it seemed to come nearer to us, and there fell a silence upon us.

Gradually I became aware that his piercing eyes were fixed on me, and in answer I turned and looked at him.

"I wonder if we shall meet again," he said, "or, what is more important, if we shall remember one another."

I was puzzled for the moment. We had discussed more than once the various religions of mankind, and his attitude towards the orthodox beliefs had always been that of amused contempt.

"It has been growing upon me these last few days," he continued. "It flashed across me the first time I saw you on the boat. We were fellow-students. Something, I don't know what, drew us very close together. There was a woman. They were burning her. And then there was a rush of people and a sudden darkness, and your eyes close to mine."

I suppose it was some form of hypnotism, for, as he spoke, his searching eyes fixed on mine, there came to me a dream of narrow streets filled with a strange crowd, of painted


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 houses such as I had never seen, and a haunting fear that seemed to be always lurking behind each shadow. I shook myself free, but not without an effort.

"So that's what you meant," I said, "that evening in the Goortgasse. You believe in it?"

"A curious thing happened to me," he said, "when I was a child. I could hardly have been six years old. I had gone to Ghent with my parents. I think it was to visit some relative. One day we went into the castle. It was in ruins then, but has since been restored. We were in what was once the council chamber. I stole away by myself to the other end of the great room and, not knowing why I did so, I touched a spring concealed in the masonry, and a door swung open with a harsh, grinding noise. I remember peering round the opening. The others had their backs towards me, and I slipped through and closed the door behind me. I seemed instinctively to know my way. I ran down a flight of steps and along dark corridors through which I had to feel my way with my hands, till I came to a small door in an angle of the wall. I knew the


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 room that lay the other side. A photograph was taken of it and published years afterwards, when the place was discovered, and it was exactly as I knew it with its way out underneath the city wall through one of the small houses in the Aussermarkt.

"I could not open the door. Some stones had fallen against it, and fearing to get punished, I made my way back into the council room. It was empty when I reached it. They were searching for me in the other rooms, and I never told them of my adventure."

At any other time I might have laughed. Later, recalling his talk that evening, I dismissed the whole story as mere suggestion, based upon the imagination of a child; but at the time those strangely brilliant eyes had taken possession of me. They remained still fixed upon me as I sat on the low rail of the veranda watching his white face, into which the hues of death seemed already to be creeping.

I had a feeling that, through them, he was trying to force remembrance of himself upon me. The man himself—the very soul of him—seemed to be concentrated in them. Something formless and yet distinct was visualising


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Once again her son dissuaded,

And the dame held back the hero.

“Do not go, O do not venture

To that cold and dreary village,

To the gloomy land of Pohja.

There destruction sure awaits you,

Evil waits for thee, unhappy,

Ruin, lively Lemminkainen!

Hadst thou hundred mouths to speak with,

Even so, one could not think it,

Nor that by thy songs of magic

Lapland’s sons would be confounded,

For you know not Turja’s language,

Not the tongue they speak in Lapland.”

Then the lively Lemminkainen,

He the handsome Kaukomieli,

As it chanced, his hair was brushing,

And with greatest neatness brushed it.

To the wall his brush then cast he,

To the stove the comb flung after,

And again he spoke and answered,

In the very words which follow:

“Ruin falls on Lemminkainen,

Evil waits for him unhappy,

When the brush with blood is running,

And the comb with blood is streaming.”

Then went lively Lemminkainen,

To the gloomy land of Pohja,

’Spite the warnings of his mother,

’Gainst the aged woman’s counsel.

First he armed him, and he girt him,

In his coat of mail he clad him,

With a belt of steel encompassed,

And he spoke the words which follow:

“Stronger feels a man in armour,

In the best of iron mail-coats,

And of steel a magic girdle,

As a wizard ’gainst magicians.

Then no trouble need alarm him,

Nor the greatest evil fright him.”

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 itself before me. It came to me as a physical relief when a spasm of pain caused him to turn his eyes away from me.

"You will find a letter when I am gone," he went on, after a moment's silence. "I thought that you might come too late, or that I might not have strength enough to tell you. I felt that out of the few people I have met outside business, you would be the most likely not to dismiss the matter as mere nonsense. What I am glad of myself, and what I wish you to remember, is that I am dying with all my faculties about me. The one thing I have always feared through life was old age, with its gradual mental decay. It has always seemed to me that I have died more or less suddenly while still in possession of my will. I have always thanked God for that."

He closed his eyes, but I do not think he was sleeping; and a little later the nurse returned, and we carried him indoors. I had no further conversation with him, though at his wish during the following two days I continued to read to him, and on the third day he died.

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 had told me where it would be. It contained a bundle of banknotes which he was giving me—so he wrote—with the advice to get rid of them as quickly as possible.

"If I had not loved you," the letter continued, "I would have left you an income, and you would have blessed me, instead of cursing me, as you should have done, for spoiling your life."

This world was a school, so he viewed it, for the making of men; and the one thing essential to a man was strength. One gathered the impression of a deeply religious man. In these days he would, no doubt, have been claimed as a theosophist; but his beliefs he had made for, and adapted to, himself—to his vehement, conquering temperament. God needed men to serve Him—to help Him. So, through many changes, through many ages, God gave men life: that by contest and by struggle they might ever increase in strength; to those who proved themselves most fit the sterner task, the humbler beginnings, the greater obstacles. And the crown of well-doing was ever victory. He appeared to have convinced himself that he was one of the chosen, that he was destined for great ends.


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 He had been a slave in the time of the Pharaohs; a priest in Babylon; had clung to the swaying ladders in the sack of Rome; had won his way into the councils when Europe was a battlefield of contending tribes; had climbed to power in the days of the Borgias.

To most of us, I suppose, there come at odd moments haunting thoughts of strangely familiar, far-off things; and one wonders whether they are memories or dreams. We dismiss them as we grow older and the present with its crowding interests shuts them out; but in youth they were more persistent. With him they appeared to have remained, growing in reality. His recent existence, closed under the white sheet in the hut behind me as I read, was only one chapter of the story; he was looking forward to the next.

He wondered, so the letter ran, whether he would have any voice in choosing it. In either event he was curious of the result. What he anticipated confidently were new opportunities, wider experience. In what shape would these come to him?

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 should continue to think of him: not of the dead man I had known, the Jewish banker, the voice familiar to me, the trick of speech, of manner—all such being but the changing clothes—but of the man himself, the soul of him, that would seek and perhaps succeed in revealing itself to me.

A postscript concluded the letter, to which at the time I attached no importance. He had made a purchase of the hut in which he had died. After his removal it was to remain empty.

I folded the letter and placed it among other papers, and passing into the hut took a farewell glance at the massive, rugged face. The mask might have served a sculptor for the embodiment of strength. He gave one the feeling that having conquered death he was sleeping.

I did what he had requested of me. Indeed, I could not help it. I thought of him constantly. That may have been the explanation of it.

I was bicycling through Norfolk, and one afternoon, to escape a coming thunderstorm, I knocked at the door of a lonely cottage on the outskirts of a common. The woman, a


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 kindly bustling person, asked me in; and hoping I would excuse her, as she was busy ironing, returned to her work in another room. I thought myself alone, and was standing at the window watching the pouring rain. After a while, without knowing why, I turned. And then I saw a child seated on a high chair behind a table in a dark corner of the room. A book of pictures was open before it, but it was looking at me. I could hear the sound of the woman at her ironing in the other room. Outside there was the steady thrashing of the rain. The child was looking at me with large, round eyes filled with a terrible pathos. I noticed that the little body was misshapen. It never moved; it made no sound; but I had the feeling that out of those strangely wistful eyes something was trying to speak to me. Something was forming itself before me—not visible to my sight; but it was there, in the room. It was the man I had last looked upon as, dying, he sat beside me in the hut below the Jungfrau. But something had happened to him. Moved by instinct I went over to him and lifted him out of his chair, and with a sob the little wizened arms closed round my neck


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 and he clung to me crying—a pitiful, low, wailing cry.

Hearing his cry, the woman came back. A comely, healthy-looking woman. She took him from my arms and comforted him.

"He gets a bit sorry for himself at times," she explained. "At least, so I fancy. You see, he can't run about like other children, or do anything without getting pains."

"Was it an accident?" I asked.

"No," she answered, "and his father as fine a man as you would find in a day's march. Just a visitation of God, as they tell me. Sure I don't know why. There never was a better little lad, and clever, too, when he's not in pain. Draws wonderfully."

The storm had passed. He grew quieter in her arms, and when I had promised to come again and bring him a new picture-book, a little grateful smile flickered across the drawn face, but he would not talk.

I kept in touch with him. Mere curiosity would have made me do that. He grew more normal as the years went by, and gradually the fancy that had come to me at our first meeting faded farther into the background. Sometimes, using the very language of the


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 dead man's letter, I would talk to him, wondering if by any chance some flash of memory would come back to him, and once or twice it seemed to me that into the mild, pathetic eyes there came a look that I had seen before, but it passed away, and indeed, it was difficult to think of this sad little human oddity, with its pleading helplessness, in connection with the strong, swift, conquering spirit that I had watched passing away amid the silence of the mountains.

The one thing that brought joy to him was his art. I cannot help thinking that, but for his health, he would have made a name for himself. His work was always clever and original, but it was the work of an invalid.

"I shall never be great," he said to me once. "I have such wonderful dreams, but when it comes to working them out there is something that hampers me. It always seems to me as if at the last moment a hand was stretched out that clutched me by the feet. I long so, but I have not the strength. It is terrible to be one of the weaklings."

It clung to me, that word he had used. For a man to know he is weak; it sounds a paradox, but a man must be strong to know


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WITH A MEMOIR BY WILLIAM SHARP.

The Globe says:—“The volume should be acquired, if only for the sake of the memoir by Mr. William Sharp, by which it is prefaced The fullest and most authoritative account that has yet appeared. Its statements may be relied upon, it is excellent in feeling, and it affords altogether a successful portrayal of the poet.”

The Scotsman says:—“A brief memoir by Mr. William Sharp, ably and sympathetically written, introduces the stories, and makes the volume one which the author’s many admirers will be eager to possess. Powerful studies, romantic in sentiment.”

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 that. And dwelling upon this, and upon his patience and his gentleness, there came to me suddenly remembrance of that postscript, the significance of which I had not understood.

He was a young man of about three- or four-and-twenty at the time. His father had died, and he was living in poor lodgings in the south of London, supporting himself and his mother by strenuous, ill-paid work.

"I want you to come with me for a few days' holiday," I told him.

I had some difficulty in getting him to accept my help, for he was very proud in his sensitive, apologetic way. But I succeeded eventually, persuading him it would be good for his work. Physically the journey must have cost him dear, for he could never move his body without pain, but the changing landscapes and the strange cities more than repaid him; and when one morning I woke him early and he saw for the first time the distant mountains clothed in dawn, there came a new light into his eyes.

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 and in various wanderings I had learnt to be independent. I did not tell him why I had brought him there, beyond the beauty and stillness of the place. Purposely I left him much alone there, making ever-lengthening walks my excuse, and though he was always glad of my return I felt that the desire was growing upon him to be there by himself.

One evening, having climbed farther than I had intended, I lost my way. It was not safe in that neighbourhood to try new pathways in the dark, and chancing upon a deserted shelter, I made myself a bed upon the straw.

I found him seated outside the hut when I returned, and he greeted me as if he had been expecting me just at that moment and not before. He guessed just what had happened, he told me, and had not been alarmed. During the day I found him watching me, and in the evening, as we sat in his favourite place outside the hut, he turned to me.

"You think it true?" he said. "That you and I sat here years ago and talked?"

"I cannot tell," I answered. "I only know that he died here, if there be such a thing as death—that no one has ever lived


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Runo XII]

Then he grasped his sword so trusty,

Took his blade, like flame that glittered,

Which by Hiisi’s self was whetted,

And by Jumala was polished.

By his side the hero girt it,

Thrust in sheath with leather lining.

How shall now the man conceal him,

And the mighty hero hide him?

There a little time he hid him,

And the mighty one concealed him,

'Neath the beam above the doorway,

By the doorpost of the chamber,

In the courtyard by the hayloft,

By the gate of all the furthest.

Thus it was the hero hid him

From the sight of all the women,

But such art is not sufficient,

And such caution would not serve him,

For he likewise must protect him

From the heroes of the people,

There where two roads have their parting,

On a blue rock’s lofty summit,

And upon the quaking marshes,

Where the waves are swiftly coursing,

Where the waterfall is rushing,

In the winding of the rapids.

Then the lively Lemminkainen

Spoke the very words which follow:

“Rise ye up from earth, O swordsmen,

You, the earth’s primeval heroes,

From the wells arise, ye warriors,

From the rivers rise, ye bowmen!

With thy dwarfs arise, O woodland,

Forest, come with all thy people,

Mountain-Ancient, with thy forces,

Water-Hiisi, with thy terrors,

Water-Mistress, with thy people,

With thy scouts, O Water-Father,

All ye maidens from the valleys,

Richly robed, among the marshes,

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 here since. I doubt if the door has ever been opened till we came."

"They have always been with me," he continued, "these dreams. But I have always dismissed them. They seemed so ludicrous. Always there came to me wealth, power, victory. Life was so easy."

He laid his thin hand on mine. A strange new look came into his eyes—a look of hope, almost of joy.

"Do you know what it seems to me?" he said. "You will laugh perhaps, but the thought has come to me up here that God has some fine use for me. Success was making me feeble. He has given me weakness and failure that I may learn strength. The great thing is to be strong."


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Act No. 1365 (Philippine Commission)

By authority of the United States, be it enacted by the Philippine Commission, that:

There is hereby prescribed and adopted the arms and a Great Seal of the Government of the Philippine Islands, of the designs hereinafter described:

Arms: Paleways of thirteen pieces, argent and gules; a chief azure; overall the arms of Manila, per fess gules and azure, in chief the castle of Spain or, doors and windows azure, in base a sea-lion, argent langued and armed gules, in dexter paw a sword hilted or. Crest: The American eagle displayed proper. Beneath, a scroll with the words "Philippine Islands" inscribed thereon.

The Great Seal shall be circular in form, with the arms as described in section one, but without the scroll and the inscription thereon, and surrounding the whole a double marginal circle within which shall appear the words "Government of the Philippine Islands," "United States of America," the two phrases being divided by two small five-pointed stars.

The Great Seal shall be and remain in the custody of the Executive Secretary, and shall be affixed to or placed upon all commissions signed by the Governor-General, and upon such other official documents and papers of the Government of the Philippine Islands as may by law be provided, and as may be required by custom in the discretion of the Governor-General.

For the purpose of affixing or placing the Great Seal, as provided in section three of this Act, the colors of the arms shall not be considered an essential part thereof, and an impression from the engraved seal, according to the design hereinbefore described, on any commission or other official document or paper, shall be valid to all intents and purposes, whether such colors or a representation of such colors be employed or not.

The public good requiring the speedy enactment of this bill, the passage of the same is hereby expedited in accordance with section two of "An Act prescribing the order of procedure by the Commission in the enactment of laws," passed September twenty-sixth, nineteen hundred.

This Act shall take effect on its passage.

Enacted, July 3, 1905.

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Come ye to protect a hero,

Comrades of a youth most famous,

That the sorcerers’ arrows strike not,

Nor the swords of the magicians,

Nor the knife-blades of enchanters,

Nor the weapons of the archers.

“If this be not yet sufficient,

Still I know of other measures,

And implore the very Highest,

Even Ukko in the heavens,

He of all the clouds the ruler,

Of the scattered clouds conductor.

“Ukko, thou of Gods the highest,

Aged Father in the heavens,

Thou amidst the clouds who breathest,

Thou amid the air who speakest,

Give me here a sword of fire,

By a sheath of fire protected,

That I may resist misfortune,

And I may avoid destruction,

Overthrow the powers infernal,

Overcome the water-sorcerers,

That all foes that stand before me,

And the foes who stand behind me,

And above me and beside me,

May be forced to own my power.

Crush the sorcerers, with their arrows,

The magicians, with their knife-blades,

And the wizards with their sword-blades,

All the scoundrels with their weapons.”

Then the lively Lemminkainen,

He the handsome Kaukomieli,

From the bush his courser whistled,

From the grass, the gold-maned courser.

Thereupon the horse he harnessed,

In the shafts the fiery courser,

In the sledge himself he seated,

And the sledge began to rattle.

O’er the horse his whip he flourished,

Cracked the whip, and urged him onward,

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is perhaps a fitting time to give some personal description of Miss Brontë. In 1831, she was a quiet, thoughtful girl, of nearly fifteen years of age, very small in figure—"stunted" was the word she applied to herself, but as her limbs and head were in just proportion to the slight, fragile body, no word in ever so slight a degree suggestive of deformity could properly be applied to her; with soft, thick, brown hair, and peculiar eyes, of which I find it difficult to give a description, as they appeared to me in her later life. They were large, and well shaped; their colour a reddish brown; but if the iris was closely examined, it appeared to be composed of a great variety of tints. The usual expression was of quiet, listening intelligence; but now and then, on some just occasion for vivid interest or wholesome indignation, a light would shine out, as if some spiritual lamp had been kindled, which glowed behind those expressive orbs. I never saw the like in any other human creature. As for the rest of her features, they were plain, large, and ill set; but, unless you began to catalogue them, you were hardly aware of the fact, for the eyes and power of the


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 countenance over-balanced every physical defect; the crooked mouth and the large nose were forgotten, and the whole face arrested the attention, and presently attracted all those whom she herself would have cared to attract. Her hands and feet were the smallest I ever saw; when one of the former was placed in mine, it was like the soft touch of a bird in the middle of my palm. The delicate long fingers had a peculiar fineness of sensation, which was one reason why all her handiwork, of whatever kind—writing, sewing, knitting—was so clear in its minuteness. She was remarkably neat in her whole personal attire; but she was dainty as to the fit of her shoes and gloves.

I can well imagine that the grave serious composure, which, when I knew her, gave her face the dignity of an old Venetian portrait, was no acquisition of later years, but dated from that early age when she found herself in the position of an elder sister to motherless children. But in a girl only just entered on her teens, such an expression would be called, (to use a country phrase) "old-fashioned;" and in 1831, the period of which I now write, we must think of her as a little, set, antiquated girl, very quiet in manners, and very quaint in dress; for, besides the influence exerted by her father's ideas concerning the simplicity of attire befitting the wife and daughters of a country clergyman (as evinced in his destruction of the coloured boots and the silk gown), her aunt, on whom the duty of dressing her nieces principally devolved, had never been in society since she left Penzance, eight or nine years


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 before, and the Penzance fashions of that day were still dear to her heart.

In January 1831, Charlotte was sent to school again. This time she went as a pupil to the Miss Woolers, who lived at Roe Head, a cheerful roomy country house, standing a little apart in a field, on the right of the road from Leeds to Huddersfield. Two tiers of old fashioned semi-circular bow windows run from basement to roof of Roe Head; and look down upon a long green slope of pasture-land, ending in the pleasant woods of Kirklees, Sir George Armitage's park. Although Roe Head and Haworth are not twenty miles apart, the aspect of the country is as totally dissimilar as if they enjoyed a different climate. The soft curving and heaving landscape around the former gives a stranger the idea of cheerful airiness on the heights, and of sunny warmth in the broad green valleys below. It is just such a neighbourhood as the monks loved, and traces of the old Plantagenet times are to be met with everywhere, side by side with the manufacturing interests of the West Riding of to-day. Here, the park of Kirklees, full of sunny glades, speckled with black shadows of immemorial yew-trees; the grey pile of building, formerly a "House of professed Ladies;" the mouldering stone in the depth of the wood, under which Robin Hood is said to lie; close outside the Park, an old stone gabled house now a roadside inn, but which bears the name of the "Three Nuns," and has a pictured sign to correspond. This quaint old inn is frequented by


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 fustian-dressed mill-hands from the neighbouring worsted factories, which strew the high road from Leeds to Huddersfield, and form the centres round which future villages gather. Such are the contrasts of modes of living, and of times and seasons, brought before the traveller on the great roads that traverse the West Riding. In no other part of England, I fancy, are the centuries brought into such close, strange contact as in the district in which Roe Head is situated. Within a walk from Miss Wooler's house—on the left of the road, coming from Leeds—lie the remains of Howley Hall, now the property of Lord Cardigan, but formerly belonging to a branch of the Saviles. Near to it is Lady Anne's well; "Lady Anne," according to tradition, having been worried and eaten by wolves as she sat at the well, to which the indigo-dyed factory people from Birstall and Batley woollen mills yet repair on Palm Sunday, when the waters possess remarkable medicinal efficacy; and it is still believed that they assume a strange variety of colours at six o'clock in the morning on that day.

All round the lands held by the farmer who lives in the remains of Howley Hall are stone houses of to-day, occupied by the people who are making their living and their fortunes by the woollen mills that encroach upon, and shoulder out the proprietors of the ancient halls. These are to be seen in every direction, picturesque, many-gabled, with heavy stone carvings of coats of arms for heraldic ornament; belonging to decayed families, from whose ancestral


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Started quickly on his journey.

Rocked the sledge, the way grew shorter,

And the silver sand was scattered,

And the golden heather crackled.

Thus he drove one day, a second,

Drove upon the third day likewise,

And at length upon the third day

Came the hero to a village.

Then the lively Lemminkainen

Drove the rattling sledge straight onward

Forth along the furthest pathway,

To the furthest of the houses,

And he asked upon the threshold,

Speaking from behind the window:

“Is there some one in this household

Who can loose my horse’s harness,

And can sink the shaft-poles for me,

And can loose the horse’s collar?”

From the floor a child made answer,

And a boy from out the doorway:

“There is no one in this threshold,

Who can loose your horse’s harness,

Or can sink the shaft-poles for you,

Or can loose the horse’s collar.”

Little troubled Lemminkainen,

O’er the horse his whip he brandished,

With the beaded whip he smote him,

Drove the rattling sledge straight onward,

On the midmost of the pathways

To the midmost of the houses,

And he asked upon the threshold,

And beneath the eaves he shouted:

“Is there no one in this household

Who will hold the horse-reins for me,

And the chest-bands will unloosen,

That the foaming steed may rest him?”

From the stove a crone responded

From the stove-bench cried a gossip:

“There are plenty in this household

Who can hold the horse-reins for you,

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And the chest-bands can unloosen,

And can sink the shaft-poles for you.

Perhaps ten men may be sufficient,

Or a hundred if you need them,

Who would raise their sticks against you,

Give you, too, a beast of burden,

And would drive you homeward, rascal,

To your country, wretched creature,

To the household of your father,

To the dwelling of your mother,

To the gateway of your brother,

To the threshold of your sister,

Ere this very day is ended,

Ere the sun has reached its setting.”

Little heeded Lemminkainen,

And he spoke the words which follow:

“May they shoot the crone, and club her,

On her pointed chin, and kill her.”

Then again he hurried onward,

Thundering on upon his journey,

On the highest of the pathways,

To the highest of the houses.

Then the lively Lemminkainen

Reached the house to which he journeyed,

And he spoke the words which follow,

And expressed himself in thiswise:

“Stop the barker’s mouth, O Hiisi,

And the dog’s jaws close, O Lempo,

And his mouth securely muzzle,

That his gagged teeth may be harmless,

That he may not bark a warning

When a man is passing by him.”

As he came into the courtyard,

On the ground he slashed his whiplash,

From the spot a cloud rose upward,

In the cloud a dwarf was standing,

And he quickly loosed the chest-bands,

And the shafts he then let downward.

Then the lively Lemminkainen

Listened with his ears attentive,

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But no person there observed him,

So that no one present knew it.

Out of doors he heard a singing,

Through the moss he heard them speaking,

Through the walls heard music playing,

Through the shutters heard a singing.

In the house he cast his glances,

Gazed into the room in secret,

And the house was full of wizards,

And the benches full of singers,

By the walls there sat musicians.

Seers were sitting in the doorway,

On the upper benches sorcerers,

By the hearth were soothsayers seated,

There a Lapland bard was singing,

Hoarsely singing songs of Hiisi.

Then the lively Lemminkainen

Thought it wise to change his figure,

To another shape transformed him,

Left his hiding place, and entered,

Thrust himself into the chamber,

And he spoke the words which follow:

“Fine a song may be when ended,

Grandest are the shortest verses,

Wisdom better when unspoken,

Than in midmost interrupted.”

Then came Pohjola’s old Mistress,

On the floor advancing swiftly,

Till she reached the chamber’s middle,

And she spoke these words in answer:

“Once there was a dog among us,

And a shaggy iron-haired puppy,

Eating flesh, of bones a biter,

One who licked the blood when freshest.

Who among mankind may you be,

Who among the list of heroes,

Boldly thus the house to enter,

Pushing right into the chamber,

Yet the dogs have never heard you,

Nor have warned us with their barking?”

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Said the lively Lemminkainen,

“Surely I have not come hither,

Void of art and void of knowledge,

Void of strength and void of cunning,

Taught not magic by my father,

And without my parents’ counsel,

That the dogs should now devour me,

And the barkers should attack me.

“But it was my mother washed me,

When a boy both small and slender,

Three times in the nights of summer,

Nine times in the nights of autumn,

And she taught me all the pathways,

And the knowledge of all countries,

And at home sang songs of magic,

Likewise too in foreign countries.”

Then the lively Lemminkainen,

He the handsome Kaukomieli,

Soon began his songs of magic,

All at once began his singing,

Fire flashed from his fur-cloak’s borders,

And his eyes with flame were shining,

With the songs of Lemminkainen,

As he sang his spells of magic.

Sang the very best of singers

To the worst of all the singers,

And he fed their mouths with pebbles,

And he piled up rocks above them,

On the best of all the singers,

And most skilful of magicians.

Then he sang the men thereafter

Both to one side and the other,

To the plains, all bare and treeless,

To the lands, unploughed for ever,

To the ponds, devoid of fishes,

Where no perch has ever wandered,

To the dreadful falls of Rutja,

And amid the roaring whirlpools,

Underneath the foaming river,

To the rocks beneath the cataract,

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There to burn as if ’mid fire,

And to scatter sparks around them.

Then the lively Lemminkainen

Sang his songs against the swordsmen.

Sang the heroes with their weapons,

Sang the young men, sang the old men,

And the men of age between them,

And his songs spared one man only,

And he was a wicked cowherd,

Old, with eyes both closed and sightless.

Märkahättu then, the cowherd,

Spoke the very words which follow:

“O thou lively son of Lempi,

Thou hast banned the young and old men,

Banned the men of age between them,

Wherefore hast not banned me likewise?”

Said the lively Lemminkainen,

“Therefore ’tis that I have spared thee,

That thou dost appear so wretched,

Pitiful without my magic.

In the days when thou wast younger,

Thou wast worst of all the cowherds,

Hast destroyed thy mother’s children,

And disgraced thy very sister,

All the horses hast thou crippled,

All the foals hast thou outwearied,

In the swamps or stony places,

Plashing through the muddy waters.”

Märkahättu then, the cowherd,

Greatly vexed, and greatly angry,

Through the open door went quickly,

Through the yard to open country,

Ran to Tuonela’s deep river,

To the dreadful river’s whirlpool,

Waited there for Kaukomieli,

Waited there for Lemminkainen,

Till on his return from Pohja,

He should make his journey homeward.

Rh

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 who has proved my salvation. Ah, if I had only met him before, instead of all those worthless scamps who have compromised my reputation!

. Who is he?

. He is not a man of the sort one meets every day. His is a primitive spirit, a simple soul. You know him.

. I?

. Haven't you seen the seven elephants at the circus?

. But my dear Countess!

. Well, he is the elephant-driver. Are you laughing at me?

. I thought that you said you were done with frivolity.

. Surely you do not imply that this is frivolity? But you are not acquainted with my plans.

. Then explain them to me! Talk, make me understand. Would to God they were never so fantastic, so extravagant and strange, dreams, fantasies, anything to take me out of myself, to make me forget this reality which is shutting in around me. If you only knew! There are dreams, horrible nightmares with all the appearance of truth, which escape from our sleep and enter our lives. I have dreamed, I am sure that I have dreamed, something which now I seem to have seen, to have heard, but which cannot be, no, which cannot have been. That is the reason I want to hear you talk, to listen to your extravagances, follies, dreams, madness, until all becomes confused and lost in illusion, and we cannot tell whether we are dreaming among visions or waking among facts which are real.

. But there is nothing visionary about my plans, they are practical. I am setting my house in order, I am devoting myself to my affairs. Luckily, a unique opportunity


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 fine, the whole composure of this Altar and Tabernacle, being the height of wit and riches, I can neither describe enough, nor you admire sufficiently.

4. Having thus seen the Gallery and adjoyning Cabinets, I was presently led into another quarter of this Pallace, where I saw the Great Dukes Argentaria, or Plate. Entring into this great square room, I saw twelve great cupbords as high as the Room, set with excellent plate in all kindes. In one of them they shewed me a whole service of beaten gold, as dishes, plates, forkes, spoones, knives, with a world of other rich vessels set in Gold; also little Pictures in miniature; curious little Cabinets beset with Gold and Jewels; a Turkish Cimetar whose handle and scabbard of Gold, are thick set with Diamonds and Precious Stones; two other swords with their hilts of Gold curiously wrought with Diamonds; a Dagger sutable to one of them, and of the same richness; a great Cross set thick with Diamonds, and other precious


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 has presented itself, a brilliant speculation, which cannot fail to triple my capital in less than a year.

. You don't know how glad I am to see you. Really, you put every rational thought quite out of my head.

. But you must not laugh; it is a serious matter. Ruhu—his name is Ruhu—an Oriental name… well, Ruhu is not the real Ruhu.

. I don't understand.

. The real Ruhu-Sahib was the former proprietor of the elephants; this man was merely his assistant, that was all. When the real Ruhu died, his widow, who was English, inherited the seven elephants, and she proposed to the assistant that he continue in charge, and manage all seven upon a salary which she was to pay him. But it was exploitation. While the poor Ruhu exposed his life every day for the most pitiful wages, the widow, the proprietress of the elephants, was collecting wholly fabulous sums from the management. What do you think of that? The poor are justified in rising up against such exploitation. Ruhu was broken-hearted. "Ah, if the elephants were only mine," he said to me with tears in his eyes, "if I had a hundred thousand francs! If I could find some one to associate herself with me!"

. You need say no more; you were touched. You determined to buy the elephants and present yourself with them in the circus.

. Not I. How ridiculous! I am to buy them; he is to present them. I shall receive half the profits. You have no conception of what that will amount to. Twelve thousand francs a month, and they are engaged for the entire season. Seven tame elephants for a hundred thousand francs—it's a bargain. Really, you have no idea what it costs nowadays to buy an elephant. And these are the best Indian elephants. You can tell them by the trunk and the ears.


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Act No. 2928 (Philippine Legislature)

S. No. 58.

Be it enacted by the Senate and House of Representatives of the Philippines in Legislature assembled and by the authority of the same:

The flag commonly known as the Philippine flag is hereby adopted as the official flag of the Government of the Philippine Islands and shall be used publicly, in the place next to that belonging to the flag of the United States, to represent the Government of the Philippine Islands both on sea and on land.

Whenever the Philippine flag is hoisted in public jointly with the American flag, both shall be hoisted and lowered at the same time. The American flag shall be placed above the Filipino flag when both are in a vertical line, and to the right of the latter and at the same height when hoisted in a horizontal line. The Philippine flag shall be accorded the same honors and respect which the existing laws and regulations prescribe or may hereafter prescribe for the American flag.

For the purposes of this Act, a Filipino flag is any tricolored quadrangular piece of bunting answering the thethe [sic] following description:

When the bunting is spread vertically, so that its two parallel shorter sides are to the left and right, respectively, of the observer, and its two parallel longer sides are above and below, respectively, the end of the bunting to the left of the observer shall be occupied by an equilateral triangle. One of the angles of the triangle shall be in the upper left corner of the bunting; another of the angles of said triangle shall be in the lower left corner of the bunting, and the third angle of the triangle shall be pointed in a straight horizontal line, from the left to their right of the observer, towards the center of the quadrangle. The triangle so described shall be white and shall have in its center a sun surrounded by eight rays, and in each of its three angles a five-pointed star. Both the sun and the three stars shall be yellow and said stars shall not extend beyond the sides of the triangle. The rest of the quadrangular bunting shall be divided into two parts by an imaginary horizontal line which, starting from the third angle of the triangle above mentioned, shall run straight from the left to the right of the observer to the right border or side of the bunting. The part of the bunting above said imaginary line shall be red. This description parts from the supposition that the staff or pole of the flag, if any, is on the border or side of the flag to the left of the observer.

Any utterance in speech, writing or drawing, and any act or omission casting dishonor, ridicule, or contempt upon the Philippine flag, as well as its use in places of ill-repute or for purposes involving disrespect, including use as trade-marks and for industrial, commercial or agricultural labels or designs, and any drawings or inscriptions upon the Philippine flag are hereby prohibited and their execution shall constitute an offence; and any person who, either himself or through another, violates any of the provisions of this Act and particularly those contained in this section, shall, upon conviction, be punished by a fine of not less than twenty-five nor more than one thousand pesos, or by imprisonment for not more than one year, or both such fine and imprisonment, in the discretion of the court: Provided, That in case of non-payment of the fine or any part thereof, the offender shall serve one day of subsidiary imprisonment for each peso of the fine unpaid: And provided, further, That for any second and additional offence, both fine and imprisonment shall always be imposed.

All accomplices and accessories after the fact, and all attempts and frustrated offences, such as said accomplices, accessories after the fact, attempts, and frustrated offences are or may hereafter be defined in the existing Penal Code or in any other penal or correctional code or any law that may hereafter replace the same, shall likewise be liable to trial and punishment under the provisions of this Act.

This Act shall take effect on its approval.

Approved, March 26, 1920.

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 stones; a rare cup of one great Emmeraud, with a cover to it of the same; a Basin and Eure of Gold set very thick with Turky stones. In another Cupbord I saw great variety of Silver Plate in all kindes. In an other they shewed me a Saddle and bridle with stirops of Golds, all set thick with Turky stones, Diamonds, Pearls, and other rich stones, with the saddle cloth, or housse, all embrodered with Gold and Pearl: this was a Present from the Emperour to the Grand Duke. In an other cupbord they shewed me the four great silver Bedposts enameld here and there, and set with polished stones of divers colours: They were made for the marriage bed of the now Great Princess, Daughter to the late Duke of Orleans. In another they shewed me a curious Antependium for an Altar, all of beaten Gold set with Pearle, Precious Stones, and the Picture of Cosmus the Second in the middle of it, of curious enameled work, with his Ducal Crown set with Diamonds very richly; all


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. I see that you have studied the subject. This is not an illusion, after all.

. On the contrary, in what other way could one get so much for a hundred thousand francs? That is the reason I hurried to see you. At the moment, I do not happen to have such a sum at my disposal—my balance at the Crédit is not above sixty or seventy thousand francs. But it is only a matter of a fortnight. Of course, any of my friends whom I had cared to approach… but I was anxious to afford you a striking proof of my affection.

. I should like to respond in the same spirit, but at present I am unable to give you an answer. I don't know whether or not I have so much money.

. You don't call that much money?

. I shall let you know this afternoon—later.

. Later? I am afraid this is coyness upon your part. Surely the Prince will not deny you; he never denies you anything. You see that I am speaking as a friend, and our friendship has cost me something. Not that it matters, of course…

. I shall send you my answer.

. His Highness.

. Countess! [To ] How are you this morning?

. Quite well. The Countess tells me that she passed you at the Princess's villa. Were you calling on her?

. Yes, I was to have taken luncheon. Haven't you heard?

. What?

. I will tell you later. I was unable to join you at the circus last evening. Another telegram from Suavia detained me with the Duke.


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the lively Lemminkainen

Said to Pohjola’s old Mistress,

“Give me, old one, now your maiden,

Bring me here your lovely daughter,

She the best of all among them,

She the tallest of the maidens.”

Then did Pohjola’s old Mistress

Answer in the words which follow:

“Nay, I will not give my maiden,

And you shall not have my daughter,

Not the best or worst among them,

Not the tallest, not the shortest,

For you have a wife already,

Long the mistress of your household.”

Said the lively Lemminkainen,

“Kylli in the town lies fettered,

At the steps before the village,

By the gate where strangers enter,

So a better wife I wish for,

Therefore give me now your daughter,

She the fairest of your daughters,

Lovely with unbraided tresses.”

Then said Pohjola’s old Mistress,

“Never will I give my daughter

To a vain and worthless fellow,

To a hero good for nothing.

Therefore you may woo my daughter,

Win the far-famed flower-crowned maiden,

If you hunt the elk on snowshoes,

In the distant field of Hiisi.”

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. What has happened?

. Nothing…

. Your Highness has some private matter to discuss with Imperia.

. Nothing that cannot wait.

. Although I dispense with invitations which are not dispensed to me, I hardly need one to withdraw when my presence might prove embarrassing. Good morning, your Highness.—My dear, I shall remain at home all afternoon, expecting your reply.

. How much did the Countess's visit cost you?

. I see that you have had experience.

. I most certainly have. However, her adventures are always amusing. This one ought to be worth something. Leonardo sent her to me. She must have told you—an affair at the circus. Well, what about Donina? Did you find her last evening? You see what confidence I have in you: I believe everything you say.

. You are right to do so. You have been noble and generous with me, and your loyalty deserves mine in return. You have not bound me to you by appealing to my self-interest. You have given me more than enough to buy my liberty; you said that you did not want slaves. And in giving me my liberty, you have won my gratitude forever.

. Forever? Your mind is restless, ambitious, filled with great dreams, while I—I am content to have all my days pass alike, to have them seem as one day, undisturbed by trouble or care, flowing smoothly in a calm and even stream. But the shadow of the empire has fallen upon me again. The baby Prince is dead.

. Dead?…

. He was born with a mere spark of life.


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 along this Antependium above, runs an Inscription in Letters composed of many Rubies, each Letter being two fingers long, and importing these words:

COSMUS II. DEI GRATIA MAGNUS DUX ETRUIRÆ EX VOTO.

In another Cupbord I was shown the foot of an Elan, and a Visard all set, and covered with Turky stones.

5. Descending from hence, we were led into the great Hall of this Pallace, a vast Room, painted on all sides of the Walls with bold Painting, representing the Victories of the Florentins anciently. Here it is that on Midsommer-day the Country People come and Dance before the Great Duke, and the best dancers are recompenced with an honourable reward.

6. From hence I was let into the long Corridor, or close Gallery, which runs from the New Pallace to the Old, over the River, and over the tops of houses; for the space of half a mile, with many turnings and windings. Its very useful for the Prince when he will


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Then the lively Lemminkainen

Fixed the point upon his javelin,

And his bowstring made of sinew,

And with bone he tipped his arrows,

And he said the words which follow:

“Now my javelin I have pointed,

All my shafts with bone have pointed,

And have strung my bow with sinew,

Not the snowshoe left put forward,

Nor the right one stamped behind it.”

Then the lively Lemminkainen

Pondered deeply and reflected

How he should procure his snowshoes,

How they best should be constructed.

Then to Kauppi’s house he hastened,

And to Lyylikki’s forge hurried.

“O thou wisest Vuojalainen,

Thou the handsome Lapland Kauppi,

Make me snowshoes that will suit me,

Fitted with the finest leather;

I must chase the elk of Hiisi,

In the distant field of Hiisi.”

Lyylikki then spoke as follows,

Kauppi gave him ready answer:

“Vainly goest thou, Lemminkainen,

Forth to hunt the elk of Hiisi;

For a piece of rotten timber,

Only will reward your labour.”

Little troubled Lemminkainen,

And he spoke the words which follow:

“Make a snowshoe left to run with,

And a right one to put forward!

I must chase the elk on snowshoes,

In the distant field of Hiisi.”

Lyylikki, the smith of snowshoes,

Kauppi, maker of the snowshoes,

In the autumn shaped the left one,

In the winter carved the right one,

And he fixed the frames on one day,

Fixed the rings upon another.

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 They telegraphed again directly after the announcement of his birth. The Emperor has summoned Prince Florencio and his mother to return to court; he wishes to become reconciled, perhaps to abdicate. He is not well; the country is on the brink of revolution. A despotic government is no longer possible in these days. Then, Florencio's health is conspiring against me. Once more near the throne!

. Very near! Prince Florencio, that is all. Have you seen him to-day?

. No, I was to have taken luncheon at their villa, but his mother was horribly disturbed. Florencio had not returned all night.

. Don't they know…?

. Nothing could have happened to him. A debauch! Morning surprised him in some tavern; it was impossible to return home in broad daylight. I have notified the Prefect.

. But you say his mother…

. This anxiety will kill her. She cannot endure it; it is one continual agitation. To-day she was more affected than usual. She woke suddenly at midnight; she thought she heard a cry

. At midnight?

. Yes. Now to her mind it has taken the form of a presentiment, and I confess that I was myself affected by it, although of course nothing could have happened. The police are with him continually; it is out of the question. Besides, nobody has seen Harry Lucenti. However, the Signore will know.

. Have you any idea where he was?

. No, but they will have, and they will know who was with him. Otherwise… You don't think that anything could have happened to him?


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Now the left was fit to run with,

And the right for wearing ready,

And the frames were now completed,

And the rings were also fitted.

Frames he lined with skins of otter,

And the rings with ruddy foxskin.

Then he smeared with grease the snowshoes,

Smeared them with the fat of reindeer,

And himself reflected deeply,

And he spoke the words which follow:

“Can you, in this youthful frolic,

You, a young and untried hero,

Forward glide upon the left shoe,

And push forward with the right one?”

Said the lively Lemminkainen,

Answered him the ruddy rascal:

“Yes, upon this youthful frolic

Of a young and untried hero,

I can glide upon the left shoe,

And push forward with the right one.”

On his back he bound his quiver,

And his new bow on his shoulder,

In his hands his pole grasped firmly,

On the left shoe glided forward,

And pushed onward with the right one,

And he spoke the words which follow:

“In God’s world may there be nothing,

Underneath the arch of heaven,

In the forest to be hunted,

Not a single four-foot runner,

Which may not be overtaken,

And can easily be captured

Thus by Kaleva’s son with snowshoes,

And with Lemminkainen’s snowshoes.”

But the boast was heard by Hiisi,

And by Juutas comprehended;

And an elk was formed by Hiisi,

And a reindeer formed by Juutas,

With a head of rotten timber,

Horns composed of willow-branches,

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Works

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Act No. 4258 (Philippine Legislature)

Article five of Chapter One of the Revised Administrative Code is hereby amended so as to read as follows:

" Arms and Great Seal of the Commonwealth of the Philippines.—The Arms and Great Seal of the Commonwealth of the Philippines are these:

"Arms—Paleways of two pieces, azure and gules; a chief argent studded with three golden stars equidistant from each other; over all the arms of Manila, per fess gules and argent, in chief the castle of Spain or, doors and windows argent, in base a sea lion, or langued and armed gules, in dexter paw a sword hilted or. Crest—The American eagle displayed proper. Beneath, a scroll with the words 'Commonwealth of the Philippines' inscribed thereon.

"The Great Seal shall be circular in form, with the arms as described in the last preceding paragraph, but without the scroll and the inscription thereon, and surrounding the whole a double marginal circle within which shall appear the words 'United States of America,' 'Commonwealth of the Philippines,' the two phrases being divided by two small five-pointed stars. For the purpose of placing the Great Seal, the colors of the arms shall not be deemed essential.

" Custody and use of Great Seal.—The Great Seal shall be and remain in the custody of the President of the Philippines, and shall be affixed to or placed upon all commissions signed by him, and upon such other official documents and papers of the Commonwealth of the Philippines as may by law be provided, or as may be required by custom in the discretion of the President of the Philippines."

This Act shall take effect upon its approval.

Approved, November 6, 1935.

title: Act No. 4258 (Philippine Legislature)


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. You say that his mother heard a cry? Do you believe that spirits can communicate at a distance, that they can speak with each other through the air? He must have been thinking of his mother—yes, he called out "Mother!" And his mother heard him call.

. Imperia, what are you talking about? Are you dreaming?

. Something must have happened to him. Yes, we must fear, we must expect the worst.

. The Signor Prefect to see your Highness.

. Immediately! Now we shall know.

. Who is there? Ah! What do you want? Don't leave him.

. It won't hurt him to stay alone. He won't move. I heard voices. Do they suspect?

. No, they are looking. They will find out soon enough. Perhaps they know already. Go back! Don't let them see you. Don't leave him alone.

. He's covered up with a piece of brocade—fit winding-sheet for an Emperor. What a death! Insignificant as his life. Ludwig of Bavaria was the last King.

. Oh! Be still! Be still! I can't bear to hear you, to see you! You are as bad as he was. What difference does it make how he died? He deserved such a death. It does not matter who killed him.

. Don't tell me that Heaven has punished him. Nonsense, Imperia! Accident—chance. Many a rogue


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Runo XIII]

Feet of ropes the swamps which border,

Shins of sticks from out the marshes;

And his back was formed of fence-stakes,

Sinews formed of dryest grass-stalks,

Eyes of water-lily flowers,

Ears of leaves of water-lily,

And his hide was formed of pine-bark,

And his flesh of rotten timber.

Hiisi now the elk instructed,

Thus he spoke unto the reindeer:

“Now rush forth thou elk of Hiisi,

On thy legs, O noble creature,

To the breeding-place of reindeer,

Grassy plains of Lapland’s children,

Till the snowshoe-men are sweating;

Most of all, this Lemminkainen!”

Then rushed forth the elk of Hiisi,

Sped away the fleeing reindeer,

Rushing past the barns of Pohja,

To the plains of Lapland’s children,

In the house the tubs kicked over,

On the fire upset the kettles,

Threw the meat among the ashes,

Spilt the soup among the cinders.

Then arose a great commotion,

On the plains of Lapland’s children,

For the Lapland dogs were barking,

And the Lapland children crying,

And the Lapland women laughing,

And the other people grumbling.

He, the lively Lemminkainen,

Chased the elk upon his snowshoes,

Glided o’er the land and marshes,

O’er the open wastes he glided.

Fire was crackling from his snowshoes,

From his staffs end smoke ascending,

But as yet the elk he saw not;

Could not see it; could not hear it.

O’er the hills and dales he glided,

Through the lands beyond the ocean,

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 * (9) Subject to the provisions of this Article, the Interpretation and General Clauses Ordinance, as in force immediately before the date of the coming into operation of this Constitution, shall apply for the purpose of interpreting this Constitution and otherwise in relation thereto as it applies for the purpose of interpreting and otherwise in relation to any written law within the meaning of that

Ordinance.

92. Subject to the provisions of this Constitution, all persons of impartial whatever race in the same grade of the service of the State shall, subject to the terms and conditions of their employment, be treated employees, impartially.

93. The Yang di-Pertuan Negara may from time to time authorise the Government Printer to print copies of this Constitution including all amendments in force at the date of such authorisation; and any such copy so printed shall be deemed for all purposes to be a true and correct copy.

94. Subject to the provisions of Part VII of this Constitution, this Constitution shall come into operation immediately before Malaysia Day.

95. (1) The person holding the office of Yang di-Pertuan Negara on the coming into operation of this Constitution shall continue to hold the office and to carry out the functions of the Yang di-Pertuan Negara under this Constitution, as if appointed under this Constitution for a term of years expiring on the 3rd of December 1963.

 * (2) The person holding the office of Yang di-Pertuan Negara shall before exercising the functions of the Yang di-Pertuan Negara under this Constitution take and subscribe in the presence of the Chief Justice of Singapore or a Judge of the High Court the oath in the form set out in the First Schedule to this Constitution.

96. (1) The Legislative Assembly established by the Singapore (Constitution) Order in Council, 1958, shall remain in being and shall be deemed to be the Legislative Assembly established by this Constitution, and accordingly—
 * (a) the persons who immediately before the coming into operation of this Constitution hold the offices of Speaker and Deputy Speaker or Members of the Legislative Assembly shall, on the coming into operation of this Constitution, continue to hold those offices or their seats as Members in accordance with the provisions of this Constitution; and

 * (b) the Legislative Assembly shall, unless sooner dissolved, stand dissolved on the expiration of five years from the date of the first sitting of the Legislative Assembly under the Singapore (Constitution) Order in Council, 1958.


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Author:Makoto Kato

Works

 * Diversity and larval leaf-mining habits of Japanese jewel beetles of the tribe Tracheini (Coleoptera, Buprestidae), coauthored with Atsushi Kawakita (2023)

title: Author:Makoto Kato


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134

Over all the wastes of Hiisi,

Over all the heaths of Kalma,

And before the mouth of Surma,

And behind the house of Kalma.

Surma’s mouth was quickly opened,

Down was bowed the head of Kalma,

That he thus might seize the hero,

And might swallow Lemminkainen;

But he tried, and failed to reach him,

Failed completely in his effort.

O’er all lands he had not skated,

Nor had reached the desert’s borders,

In the furthest bounds of Pohja,

In the distant realms of Lapland,

So he skated further onward,

Till he reached the desert’s borders.

When he reached this distant region,

Then he heard a great commotion,

In the furthest bounds of Pohja,

On the plains of Lapland’s children.

And he heard the dogs were barking,

And the Lapland children crying,

And the Lapland women laughing,

And the other Lapps were grumbling.

Then the lively Lemminkainen

Skated on in that direction,

Where he heard the dogs were barking

On the plains of Lapland’s children;

And he said on his arrival,

And he asked them on his coming:

“Wherefore are the women laughing,

Women laughing, children crying,

And the older folks lamenting,

And the grey dogs all are barking?”

“Therefore are the women laughing,

Women laughing, children crying,

And the older folks lamenting,

And the grey dogs all are barking.

Here has charged the elk of Hiisi,

With its hoofs all cleft and polished,

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text:
Author:Atsushi Kawakita

Works

 * Diversity and larval leaf-mining habits of Japanese jewel beetles of the tribe Tracheini (Coleoptera, Buprestidae), coauthored with Makoto Kato (2023)

title: Author:Atsushi Kawakita


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 has died an old man in his bed, amid the benedictions of his children.

. Leonardo! How could you be so long?

. I but this moment received your note. Ah! Harry! What are you doing here?

. I? Imperia will tell you. A sad office, which leaves nothing for me to do—but to think. Silence!

. Leonardo, I don't know what you have thought since we drifted apart, what your impressions of me may have been. I only know that in the decisive moments of my life, when my heart turns instinctively toward that which is true, I have thought of you as a loyal and faithful friend. Am I wrong?

. No, Imperia. We parted without ill feeling. You were in love with life, you wanted to realize my vision—the ideal of my statue; I, to retire from the world, to find solace in meditation and dreams. The wall of facts came between us. Why do you send for me now?

. To destroy the facts which threaten to close in upon our lives. Your ideal, your vision, the throne of your Imperia—ah, how near it is! It is not inherited, no, the poor inherit no thrones, but we have the power to overthrow them and to reign by right of intelligence without being kings. Do you remember? I told you I was going to Suavia to be Empress? Well, I am not Empress, but I reign in an Emperor's heart—he is mine, I know it; I hold him in the hollow of my hand. He cannot live without me. What do you say now? I am your Imperia, your statue; your spirit breathes in me. I am the realization of your dream.

. Yes, my Imperia—my love! My first, my


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Runo XIII]

In the house the tubs kicked over,

On the fire upset the kettles,

Shaken out the soup within them,

Spilt it all among the ashes.”

Thereupon the ruddy rascal,

He the lively Lemminkainen,

Struck his left shoe in the snowdrift,

Like an adder in the meadow,

Pushed his staff of pinewood forward,

As it were a living serpent,

And he said as he was gliding,

Grasping firm the pole he carried:

“Let the men who live in Lapland,

Help me all to bring the elk home;

And let all the Lapland women

Set to work to wash the kettles;

And let all the Lapland children

Hasten forth to gather splinters;

And let all the Lapland kettles

Help to cook the elk when captured.”

Then he poised himself and balanced,

Forward pushed, his strength exerting,

And the first time he shot forward,

From before their eyes he vanished.

Once again he speeded onward,

And they could no longer hear him,

But the third time he rushed onward,

Then he reached the elk of Hiisi.

Then he took a pole of maple,

And he made a birchen collar;

Hiisi’s elk he tethered with it,

In a pen of oak he placed it.

“Stand thou there, O elk of Hiisi,

Here remain, O nimble reindeer!”

Then upon the back he stroked it,

Patted it upon the belly.

“Would that I awhile might tarry,

And might sleep awhile and rest me,

Here beside a youthful maiden,

With a dove of blooming beauty.”

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