And al be it that in that place square

Of the lystes, I meane the eschekere,
A man may learn to be wise and ware;
I that have avanturede many a yere,
My witte therein is but litelle the nere,
Save that somewhat I know a Kynges draught,
Of other draughts lernede have I naught
And al be it that in that place square
Of the lystes, I meane the eschekere,
A man may learn to be wise and ware;
I that have avanturede many a yere,
My witte therein is but litelle the nere,
Save that somewhat I know a Kynges draught,
Of other draughts lernede have I naught.'--(p. 77.)

"To finish with Cambridge--we joined a party of two large punts on

Sunday afternoon, and with about twelve college chaps and local
(approved) girls we went for a picnic up the river
"To finish with Cambridge--we joined a party of two large punts on
Sunday afternoon, and with about twelve college chaps and local
(approved) girls we went for a picnic up the river. The girls were
fairly pretty and terrifically energetic, insisting upon doing an equal
share in the punting, and managing to look graceful while they
manoeuvred the punts, which were really fair-sized barges. And when we
reached the picnic-place, they made all the preparations, and waited on
us as if we were royal invalids. Bless their hearts! Edge, to restore
a man"s natural vanity, commend me to life in England. Coming home we
played the gramophone, and, with appropriate flirtation, floated nearly
the whole way to the holding of hands and the hearing of music.

This testimonial, had I accepted it, would doubtless have been a great

success, as it was endorsed by all of the League magnates, by the press
generally, and by the lovers of base-ball all over the country, but to
me it appeared to be something too much in the nature of a charity gift
for me to accept, and I felt that I should stultify my manhood by so
doing, and that I should sacrifice that feeling of independence that I
had always possessed
This testimonial, had I accepted it, would doubtless have been a great
success, as it was endorsed by all of the League magnates, by the press
generally, and by the lovers of base-ball all over the country, but to
me it appeared to be something too much in the nature of a charity gift
for me to accept, and I felt that I should stultify my manhood by so
doing, and that I should sacrifice that feeling of independence that I
had always possessed. To the many friends who urged it upon me at the
time I am still deeply grateful, but I feel that in declining to accept
it I did a wise thing, and I am confident that very many of them now
agree with me in that opinion.

The last few months of my stay in Philadelphia passed all too quickly,

and a short time before the opening of the regular season found me in
the Garden City ready to don a Chicago uniform and do the very best I
could to help win the pennant for the latest city of my adoption
The last few months of my stay in Philadelphia passed all too quickly,
and a short time before the opening of the regular season found me in
the Garden City ready to don a Chicago uniform and do the very best I
could to help win the pennant for the latest city of my adoption.

'What is the matter, Rollo?' said Jonas,--for it happened that Jonas was

going by just then, with a wheelbarrow
'What is the matter, Rollo?' said Jonas,--for it happened that Jonas was
going by just then, with a wheelbarrow.

Uncle George took Jonas forward alone, until they were out of sight, and

presently returned without him
Uncle George took Jonas forward alone, until they were out of sight, and
presently returned without him. Rollo asked where Jonas was gone, and
his uncle told him that that was a secret at present. They heard, soon
after, the strokes of his hatchet in the woods, on before them, but
could not imagine what he could be doing.

Now, Rollo"s father and mother, together with his uncle George, formed

a plan for going up this mountain after blueberries, and they were going
to take Rollo and his cousin Lucy with them
Now, Rollo"s father and mother, together with his uncle George, formed
a plan for going up this mountain after blueberries, and they were going
to take Rollo and his cousin Lucy with them. Uncle George and cousin
Lucy were to come in a chaise to Rollo"s house immediately after
breakfast, and Rollo was to ride with them, and his father and mother
were to go in another chaise.

With the doing away with the restrictions that governed the methods of

the pitcher"s delivery of the ball and the introduction of the curve the
running up of large scores in the game became an impossibility, and the
batsman was placed at a decided disadvantage
With the doing away with the restrictions that governed the methods of
the pitcher"s delivery of the ball and the introduction of the curve the
running up of large scores in the game became an impossibility, and the
batsman was placed at a decided disadvantage.

The fact remains, however, that there is almost always a dramatic and

undramatic, a more dramatic and a less dramatic, way of doing a thing;
and an author who allows us to foresee and expect a dramatic way of
attaining a given end, and then chooses an undramatic or less dramatic
way, is guilty of having missed the obligatory scene
The fact remains, however, that there is almost always a dramatic and
undramatic, a more dramatic and a less dramatic, way of doing a thing;
and an author who allows us to foresee and expect a dramatic way of
attaining a given end, and then chooses an undramatic or less dramatic
way, is guilty of having missed the obligatory scene. For a general
discussion of what we mean by the terms 'dramatic' and 'undramatic' the
reader may refer back to Chapter III. Here I need only give one or two
particular illustrations.

"Had Dick changed at all?" she asked, trying to make her words as

listless as his
"Had Dick changed at all?" she asked, trying to make her words as
listless as his. "I wish that you would tell me something that he said.
You must know more about him than just"----

ACT IV

ACT IV.--THE COMPACT MAJORITY ON THE WARPATH.--The crowd, finding
that its immediate interests are identical with those of the
privileged few, joins with the bureaucracy in shouting down the
truth, and organizing a conspiracy of silence.

Colorado Springs, the fashionable watering place of all Colorado, was to

be our next stopping place
Colorado Springs, the fashionable watering place of all Colorado, was to
be our next stopping place. Leaving Denver on the night of October 27th,
we were obliged to change from the broad-gauge cars in which we had been
traveling, into narrow-gauge cars, in which we journeyed as far as
Ogden, and they seemed for a time cramped and uncomfortable as compared
with the 'Q.' outfit.

O thou whose blissful fate on earth all mortal weal excelled--

Who, while the sunlight touched thine eyes, the lord of all wert
held!
A god to Persian men thou wert, in bliss and pride and fame--
I hold thee blest too in thy death, or e"er the ruin came!
Alas, Darius! one brief word must tell thee all the tale--
The Persian power is in the dust, gone down in blood and bale!

That the time is ripe for such a movement I am confident, as I am also

that plenty of good ball players could be found to join its ranks
That the time is ripe for such a movement I am confident, as I am also
that plenty of good ball players could be found to join its ranks.

Slowly he raised his face to the skies

Slowly he raised his face to the skies. In the glare of the
searchlights a gleaming, silvery, oblong-shaped form was turning and
twisting like an animal at bay. They heard him catch his breath; then
their blood was frozen by a choking, heart-rending cry of agony and
rage.

--Don"t talk to me of it! It gets on my nerves, my brother"s

extravagance does
--Don"t talk to me of it! It gets on my nerves, my brother"s
extravagance does. I often quarrel with him because he"s so
improvident.

Take thou this gift from out the grave of Time

Take thou this gift from out the grave of Time.
The urns of Greece lie shattered, and the cup
That for Athenian lips the Muses filled,
And flowery crowns that on Athenian hair
Hid the cicala, freedom"s golden sign,
Dust in the dust have fallen. Calmly sad,
The marble dead upon Athenian tombs
Speak from their eyes 'Farewell': and well have fared
They and the saddened friends, whose clasping hands
Win from the solemn stone eternity.
Yea, well they fared unto the evening god,
Passing beyond the limit of the world,
Where face to face the son his mother saw,
A living man a shadow, while she spake
Words that Odysseus and that Homer heard,--
_I too, O child, I reached the common doom,
The grave, the goal of fate, and passed away_.
--Such, Anticleia, as thy voice to him,
Across the dim gray gulf of death and time
Is that of Greece, a mother"s to a child,--
Mother of each whose dreams are grave and fair--
Who sees the Naiad where the streams are bright
And in the sunny ripple of the sea
Cymodoce with floating golden hair:
And in the whisper of the waving oak
Hears still the Dryad"s plaint, and, in the wind
That sighs through moonlit woodlands, knows the horn
Of Artemis, and silver shafts and bow.
Therefore if still around this broken vase,
Borne by rough hands, unworthy of their load,
Far from Cephisus and the wandering rills,
There cling a fragrance as of things once sweet,
Of honey from Hymettus" desert hill,
Take thou the gift and hold it close and dear;
For gifts that die have living memories--
Voices of unreturning days, that breathe
The spirit of a day that never dies.

Our base-ball friends in New York, who had been looking for us for three

days, had been early apprised that the 'Adriatic' had arrived off Sandy
Hook, and, boarding the little steamer 'Starin' and the tug 'George
Wood,' they came down the bay, two hundred strong, to meet us
Our base-ball friends in New York, who had been looking for us for three
days, had been early apprised that the 'Adriatic' had arrived off Sandy
Hook, and, boarding the little steamer 'Starin' and the tug 'George
Wood,' they came down the bay, two hundred strong, to meet us. With the
aid of 'a leedle Sherman pand,' steam whistles and lusty throats they
made noise enough to bring us all on deck in a hurry. As the distance
between the vessels grew shorter we could distinguish among others the
faces of Marcus Meyer, W. W. Kelly, John W. Russel, Digby Bell, DeWolf
Hopper, Col. W. T. Coleman and many others, not least among them being
my old father, who had come on from Marshalltown to be among the first
to welcome myself and my wife back to America, and who, as soon as the
'Starin' was made fast, climbed on deck and gave us both a hug that
would have done credit to the muscular energy of a grizzly bear, but who
was no happier to see us than we were to see him and to learn that all
was well with our dear ones. I"m not sure but the next thing that he did
was to propose a game of poker to some of the boys, but if he did not it
was simply because there was too much excitement going on. That evening
we were the guests of Col. McCaull at Palmer"s Theater, where De-Wolf
Hopper, Digby Bell and other prominent comic opera stars were playing in
'The May Queen.' The boxes that we occupied that night were handsomely
decorated with flags and bunting, while from the proscenium arch hung an
emblem of all nations, a gilt eagle and shield, with crossed bats and a
pair of catcher"s gloves and a catcher"s mask.

In a play by Mr

In a play by Mr. James Bernard Fagan, _The Prayer of the Sword_, we have
a much clearer example of an inadequate obstacle. A youth named Andrea
has been brought up in a monastery, and destined for the priesthood; but
his tastes and aptitudes are all for a military career. He is, however,
on the verge of taking his priestly vows, when accident calls him forth
into the world, and he has the good fortune to quell a threatened
revolution in a romantic Duchy, ruled over by a duchess of surpassing
loveliness. With her he naturally falls in love; and the tragedy lies,
or ought to lie, in the conflict between this earthly passion and his
heavenly calling and election. But the author has taken pains to make
the obstacle between Andrea and Ilaria absolutely unreal. The fact that
Andrea has as yet taken no irrevocable vow is not the essence of the
matter. Vow or no vow, there would have been a tragic conflict if Andrea
had felt absolutely certain of his calling to the priesthood, and had
defied Heaven, and imperilled his immortal soul, because of his
overwhelming passion. That would have been a tragic situation; but the
author had carefully avoided it. From the very first--before Andrea had
ever seen Ilaria--it had been impressed upon us that he had no priestly
vocation. There was no struggle in his soul between passion and duty;
there was no struggle at all in his soul. His struggles are all with
external forces and influences; wherefore the play, which a real
obstacle might have converted into a tragedy, remained a sentimental
romance--and is forgotten.

"Well," he smiled, "that would be an improvement on most Academy

titles
"Well," he smiled, "that would be an improvement on most Academy
titles. An ordinary artist would simply name it 'Young Gentleman by
Trout-Stream.' Haven"t you often gone through a gallery picturing all
sorts of dramatic meanings in paintings, only to have your illusions
shattered by the catalogue?"

She said nothing in reply, and as if by tacit agreement they started

back along the path
She said nothing in reply, and as if by tacit agreement they started
back along the path. He did not break the silence, feeling that words
might be provocative of a retort that would dispel the growing feeling
of mutual confidence.

There in the smoke and the choking dust Austin Selwyn shook in the grip

of the greatest emotion he had ever known
There in the smoke and the choking dust Austin Selwyn shook in the grip
of the greatest emotion he had ever known. A girl was buried--a
fraction of a minute might mean her life. With hot breath and pulses
on fire, he led his unknown men through the choking ruins to where one
small, insignificant life was imprisoned.

What then? Are you afraid of being caught? But I told you, if anything

should happen, I"ll take the guilt on myself
What then? Are you afraid of being caught? But I told you, if anything
should happen, I"ll take the guilt on myself. Don"t you believe me?

In the darkest corner stands Someone in Gray called He

In the darkest corner stands Someone in Gray called He. The candle in
his hand is now no longer than it is thick. The wax is running over a
little. The stump burns with a reddish, flickering light, and casts a
red sheen on His stony face and chin.

A third theme to be handled with the greatest caution, if at all, is

that of heroic self-sacrifice
A third theme to be handled with the greatest caution, if at all, is
that of heroic self-sacrifice. Not that self-sacrifice, like revenge, is
an outworn passion. It still rages in daily life; but no audience of
average intelligence will to-day accept it with the uncritical
admiration which it used to excite in the sentimental dramas of last
century. Even then--even in 1869--Meilhac and Halevy, in their
ever-memorable _Froufrou_, showed what disasters often result from it;
but it retained its prestige with the average playwright--and with some
who were above the average--for many a day after that. I can recall a
play, by a living English author, in which a Colonel in the Indian Army
pleaded guilty to a damning charge of cowardice rather than allow a lady
whom he chivalrously adored to learn that it was her husband who was the
real coward and traitor. He knew that the lady detested her husband; he
knew that they had no children to suffer by the husband"s disgrace; he
knew that there was a quite probable way by which he might have cleared
his own character without casting any imputation on the other man. But
in a sheer frenzy of self-sacrifice he blasted his own career, and
thereby inflicted far greater pain upon the woman he loved than if he
had told the truth or suffered it to be told. And twenty years
afterwards, when the villain was dead, the hero still resolutely refused
to clear his own character, lest the villain"s widow should learn the
truth about her wholly unlamented husband. This was an extravagant and
childish case; but the superstition of heroic self-sacrifice still
lingers in certain quarters, and cannot be too soon eradicated. I do not
mean, of course, that self-sacrifice is never admirable, but only that
it can no longer be accepted as a thing inherently noble, apart from its
circumstances and its consequences. An excellent play might be written
with the express design of placing the ethics of self-sacrifice in their
true light. Perhaps the upshot might be the recognition of the simple
principle that it is immoral to make a sacrifice which the person
supposed to benefit by it has no right to accept.

So disgusted were the visitors and their followers over the showing that

we had made in spite of their best endeavors that they at once proceeded
to arrange another game for the next day, cancelling another date ahead
in order to do so
So disgusted were the visitors and their followers over the showing that
we had made in spite of their best endeavors that they at once proceeded
to arrange another game for the next day, cancelling another date ahead
in order to do so.

'Now, boys,' said Jonas, 'you have got into a foolish and wicked

quarrel
'Now, boys,' said Jonas, 'you have got into a foolish and wicked
quarrel. I have heard it all. Now you may do as you please--you may let
me settle it, or I will lead you home to your mother, and tell her about
it, and let her settle it.'

Then the mother turns upon the daughter"s stony self-righteousness, and

pours forth her sordid history in such a way as to throw a searchlight
on the conditions which make such histories possible; until, exhausted
by her outburst, she says, 'Oh, dear! I do believe I am getting sleepy
after all,' and Vivie replies, 'I believe it is I who will not be able
to sleep now
Then the mother turns upon the daughter"s stony self-righteousness, and
pours forth her sordid history in such a way as to throw a searchlight
on the conditions which make such histories possible; until, exhausted
by her outburst, she says, 'Oh, dear! I do believe I am getting sleepy
after all,' and Vivie replies, 'I believe it is I who will not be able
to sleep now.' Mr. Shaw, we see, is at pains to emphasize his peripety.

He produced a silver match-box, and feeling his way carefully down the

slippery steps, handed it to the stranger
He produced a silver match-box, and feeling his way carefully down the
slippery steps, handed it to the stranger. Acknowledging the action
with a murmur of thanks, the fellow took it, and making a protection
with his cape, struck a match to light his pipe. It flickered for a
moment and flared up, illuminating his features grotesquely.

Again there was a silence fraught with such intensity that Selwyn

thought the very beating of his pulses could be heard
Again there was a silence fraught with such intensity that Selwyn
thought the very beating of his pulses could be heard. At last Lord
Durwent rose, and with an air of deepest respect placed the medal in
the hands of his wife. Her theatricalism was mute in a sorrow that was
free from shame.

After his release by the Chicago Club he drifted back East, where he

pitched for a time in some of the minor leagues
After his release by the Chicago Club he drifted back East, where he
pitched for a time in some of the minor leagues. Later on he was given
another trial by the Chicagos, but his work proved unsatisfactory, he
having outlived the days of his usefulness in the pitching line. After
that he again went East, where he died several years ago.

Remsen was a fine fielder and a fast base-runner, but his weak point was

in hitting
Remsen was a fine fielder and a fast base-runner, but his weak point was
in hitting. He was a good thrower, too, though I beat him in a match at
Hartford by covering 127 yards and 4 inches, a performance that
surprised some people who had wagered their money on his success.

With their voices almost rising to a scream, the chafing Americans

watched the Englishman walk towards the enemy lines
With their voices almost rising to a scream, the chafing Americans
watched the Englishman walk towards the enemy lines. Bullets bit the
ground near his feet, but, untouched, he went on, with the metal monster
following behind. Once he fell, and a hush came over the watchers; but
he rose and limped on. His face pale and grim, Van Derwater moved among
his men, urging them to wait; but they cursed and yelled at the delay.

Equally typical and infinitely more tragic is another postnuptial

peripety--the scene of the mutual confession of Angel Clare and Tess in
Mr
Equally typical and infinitely more tragic is another postnuptial
peripety--the scene of the mutual confession of Angel Clare and Tess in
Mr. Hardy"s great novel. As it stands on the printed page, this scene is
a superb piece of drama. Its greatness has been obscured in the English
theatre by the general unskilfulness of the dramatic version presented.
One magnificent scene does not make a play. In America, on the other
hand, the fine acting of Mrs. Fiske secured popularity for a version
which was, perhaps, rather better than that which we saw in England.

The second day after we arrived at Nice the flower festival took place,

and luckily the weather was almost perfect
The second day after we arrived at Nice the flower festival took place,
and luckily the weather was almost perfect. All the morning for a
distance of some twenty blocks the Avenue des Anglaise, where the battle
of flowers is annually held, the decorators had been busy preparing for
the event, and by afternoon decked in flowers and gaily-colored ribbons,
bunting and flags, the scene that it presented was a brilliant one. By
three o"clock it was crowded with elegant equipages filled with men,
women and flowers, the two former pelting each other with blossoms to
their heart"s content, the spectators in the adjacent windows and on the
sidewalks taking part in the mimic war. Conspicuous in the party was the
Prince of Wales and his friends, among which were several of our fair
countrywomen, the whole party distributing their flowers right and left
with reckless-prodigality. The number of handsome women, the splendid
street decorations, and the abundance of flowers that were scattered
about in lavish profusion made a brilliant picture and one that it is
not to be wondered that tourists journey from all parts of the continent
to witness.

'I will call him,' said Rollo

'I will call him,' said Rollo. So he turned round, and kneeled up upon
the seat, so that he could look out behind the chaise, for the back
curtain was up. Lucy did the same, but Jonas was not to be seen. They
looked a little longer, and presently saw him coming along round a curve
in the road. They beckoned to him, and as he rode up, they saw he had a
bush in his hand. He came up to the side of the chaise, and handed it to
Rollo. It was a large blueberry-bush, covered with beautiful ripe blue
berries. Rollo took them, and admired them very much; and at first he
was going to divide them between Lucy and himself; but they concluded,
on the whole, to send them forward to his mother. Jonas told them the
mountain before them _was_ Benalgon, and rode on to carry the
blueberry-bush to the other chaise. Presently he came back, bringing it
with him, except a small sprig which Rollo"s mother had taken off. The
rest she had sent back to the children.

And then the woman who was his wife lost her own yoke of self-restraint

in solicitude for him
And then the woman who was his wife lost her own yoke of self-restraint
in solicitude for him. Timidly, hesitatingly at first, she invaded the
precincts of his mind. With subtle persistence, yet never seeming to
force her way, she wove her personality about his like a web of silken
thread. Her purity of thought, her innate artistry, her depth of
feeling, played on his spirit like dew upon the parched earth.

"Yesterday morning," said Durwent dully, "I was to have been shot

"Yesterday morning," said Durwent dully, "I was to have been shot. I was
drunk in the line, and deserved it. It"s no use trying to excuse myself.
I fancy my nerves were a bit gone after what we"d been through the last
few months, but---- Well, I suppose I am simply a failure, as that chap
said in London--there isn"t much more to it than that. By a queer deal
of the cards, Mathews was on guard, and helped me to escape. It was
rotten of me to let him take the chance; but it"s been that way all
through. Even at the end of everything--after being a waster and a
rotter since I was a kid--I have to drag this poor chap down with me.
Promise, Selwyn, if you come out of this alive, that you"ll fight his
case for him."

The boys were playing good ball at this stage of the game and our

chances for the pennant had a decidedly rosy look
The boys were playing good ball at this stage of the game and our
chances for the pennant had a decidedly rosy look. During the month of
July we climbed steadily toward the top of the ladder, and at the end of
that month we were in second place, and within striking distance of
Detroit, that team being still the leader, while Boston had fallen back
to the third and New York to fourth place. These positions were
maintained until the last week of August, when the Chicago and Detroit
teams were tied in the matter of games won. At this time it was still
anybody"s race so far as the two leaders were concerned.

Gaguin, Robert

Galen
Galeren
Galyene
Game at Chesse
Ganazath, John of
Gaunt
Gauchay, H
Gaguin, Robert
Galen
Galeren
Galyene
Game at Chesse
Ganazath, John of
Gaunt
Gauchay, H. de
Gauchy, H. de
Gazee, Angelin
Genoa
Geometry
Gereon, St.
Gesta Romanorum
Ghent, White-friars
Gibbet
Gifts
Gildo
Gilles de Rome. See Colonna.
Gluttony
Godaches
Godebert
Golden Legend
Goldsmiths
Good old times
Goribert
Goribald
Government of wise men
Graesse, J.G.T.
Grammarians
Gregory Nazianzen
Grenville Library
Grymald
Guards of cities
Guests and hosts
Guido
Guilt not to be punished in wrath
Guye
Gyles of Regement of Prynces
Gyges

"Mr

"Mr. Watson," he resumed, "has asked what we have done with America"s
soul. That is a telling phrase, and I should like to meet it with an
equally telling one; but this is not a matter of phraseology, but of the
deepest thought. Gentlemen, if you will, look back with me over the
brief history of this Republic. There are great truths hidden in the
Past.

_[He laughs behind his hand

_[He laughs behind his hand. Then his laugh bursts through his
fingers, so to speak, grows in intensity, becomes irresistible, and
passes into a whine. The crowd begins to fill the stage, concealing
the body, Speransky, and Tony. The bells are rung in the monastery as
at Easter, and at the same time the singing of thousands of voices is
heard._

--They don"t own any clothes at all except what they have on

--They don"t own any clothes at all except what they have on. She
always goes about in her rosy dress with her neck bare, which makes
her look like a young girl.

The Chicago team of 1896 was a somewhat mixed affair, change following

change in rapid succession
The Chicago team of 1896 was a somewhat mixed affair, change following
change in rapid succession. Hutchinson had retired from the game and the
pitchers, seven in number, were, Griffith, Thornton, Briggs, Friend,
Terry, Parker and McFarland; Kittridge and Donohue as catchers, myself
and Decker alternating at first base, Pfeffer and Truby doing the same
thing at second, and Everett and McCormick at third. Dahlen played
shortstop, and Lange, Everett, Ryan, Decker and Flynn took care of the
outfield.

"Elise!" He sat bolt-upright

"Elise!" He sat bolt-upright. "By gad! I never knew it until this
minute. _You_ are the woman I ought to marry. You are far too good and
clever and all that; but, by Jove! I could do something in the world if I
had you to work for. Don"t stop me, Elise. I am serious. I should have
known all along"----

Beneath a near-by tree he saw a woman in white, and the figure of a man

pleading for something
Beneath a near-by tree he saw a woman in white, and the figure of a man
pleading for something. Suddenly Selwyn saw the woman take some
article from around her neck and hand it to the man. The fellow took
it, and seemed to be turning away, when, with a suppressed sob, she
caught him in her arms, murmuring incoherent endearments through her
tears.

So the children ran back to the entry, and sat down to their story,

taking pains to read carefully, as if their object was to learn to read;
and though they did not expect it, they did, in fact, have a very
pleasant time
So the children ran back to the entry, and sat down to their story,
taking pains to read carefully, as if their object was to learn to read;
and though they did not expect it, they did, in fact, have a very
pleasant time.

Have we not here, then, the distinction between character-drawing and

psychology? Character-drawing is the presentment of human nature in its
commonly-recognized, understood, and accepted aspects; psychology is, as
it were, the exploration of character, the bringing of hitherto
unsurveyed tracts within the circle of our knowledge and comprehension
Have we not here, then, the distinction between character-drawing and
psychology? Character-drawing is the presentment of human nature in its
commonly-recognized, understood, and accepted aspects; psychology is, as
it were, the exploration of character, the bringing of hitherto
unsurveyed tracts within the circle of our knowledge and comprehension.
In other words, character-drawing is synthetic, psychology analytic.
This does not mean that the one is necessarily inferior to the other.
Some of the greatest masterpieces of creative art have been achieved by
the synthesis of known elements. Falstaff, for example--there is no more
brilliant or more living character in all fiction; yet it is impossible
to say that Shakespeare has here taken us into previously unplumbed
depths of human nature, as he has in Hamlet, or in Lear. No doubt it is
often very hard to decide whether a given personage is a mere projection
of the known or a divination of the unknown. What are we to say, for
example, of Cleopatra, or of Shylock, or of Macbeth? Richard II, on the
other hand, is as clearly a piece of psychology as the Nurse in _Romeo
and Juliet_ is a piece of character-drawing. The comedy of types
necessarily tends to keep within the limits of the known, and
Moliere--in spite of Alceste and Don Juan--is characteristically a
character-drawer, as Racine is characteristically a psychologist. Ibsen
is a psychologist or he is nothing. Earl Skule and Bishop Nicholas,
Hedda Gabler and John Gabriel Borkman are daring explorations of
hitherto uncharted regions of the human soul. But Ibsen, too, was a
character-drawer when it suited him. One is tempted to say that there is
no psychology in Brand--he is a mere incarnation of intransigent
idealism--while Peer Gynt is as brilliant a psychological inspiration as
Don Quixote. Dr. Stockmann is a vigorously-projected character, Hialmar
Ekdal a piece of searching psychology. Finally, my point could scarcely
be better illustrated than by a comparison--cruel but instructive
--between Rebecca in _Rosmersholm_ and the heroine in _Bella
Donna_. Each is, in effect, a murderess, though it was a moral, not a
mineral, poison that Rebecca employed. But while we know nothing
whatever of Mrs. Armine"s mental processes, Rebecca"s temptations,
struggles, sophistries, hesitations, resolves, and revulsions of feeling
are all laid bare to us, so that we feel her to be no monster, but a
living woman, comprehensible to our intelligence, and, however
blameworthy, not wholly beyond the range of our sympathies. There are
few greater achievements of psychology.

Let us turn now to a more memorable piece of work; that interesting play

of Sir Arthur Pinero"s transition period, _The Profligate_
Let us turn now to a more memorable piece of work; that interesting play
of Sir Arthur Pinero"s transition period, _The Profligate_. Here the
great situation of the third act is brought about by a chain of
coincidences which would be utterly unthinkable in the author"s maturer
work. Leslie Brudenell, the heroine, is the ward of Mr. Cheal, a
solicitor. She is to be married to Dunstan Renshaw; and, as she has no
home, the bridal party meets at Mr. Cheal"s office before proceeding to
the registrar"s. No sooner have they departed than Janet Preece, who has
been betrayed and deserted by Dunstan Renshaw (under an assumed name)
comes to the office to state her piteous case. This is not in itself a
pure coincidence; for Janet happened to come to London in the same train
with Leslie Brudenell and her brother Wilfrid; and Wilfrid, seeing in
her a damsel in distress, recommended her to lay her troubles before a
respectable solicitor, giving her Mr. Cheal"s address. So far, then, the
coincidence is not startling. It is natural enough that Renshaw"s
mistress and his betrothed should live in the same country town; and it
is not improbable that they should come to London by the same train, and
that Wilfrid Brudenell should give the bewildered and weeping young
woman a commonplace piece of advice. The concatenation of circumstances
is remarkable rather than improbable. But when, in the next act, not a
month later, Janet Preece, by pure chance, drops in at the Florentine
villa where Renshaw and Leslie are spending their honeymoon, we feel
that the long arm of coincidence is stretched to its uttermost, and that
even the thrilling situation which follows is very dearly bought. It
would not have been difficult to attenuate the coincidence. What has
actually happened is this: Janet has (we know not how) become a sort of
maid-companion to a Mrs. Stonehay, whose daughter was a school-friend of
Leslie"s; the Stonehays have come to Florence, knowing nothing of
Leslie"s presence there; and they happen to visit the villa in order to
see a fresco which it contains. If, now, we had been told that Janet"s
engagement by the Stonehays had resulted from her visit to Mr. Cheal,
and that the Stonehays had come to Florence knowing Leslie to be there,
and eager to find her, several links would have been struck off the
chain of coincidence; or, to put it more exactly, a fairly coherent
sequence of events would have been substituted for a series of
incoherent chances. The same result might no doubt have been achieved in
many other and neater ways. I merely indicate, by way of illustration, a
quite obvious method of reducing the element of coincidence in the case.

If you deal with Napoleon, for instance, it is perfectly clear that he

must dominate the stage
If you deal with Napoleon, for instance, it is perfectly clear that he
must dominate the stage. As soon as you bring in the name, the idea, of
Napoleon Bonaparte, men have eyes and ears for nothing else; and they
demand to see him, in a general way, acting up to their general
conception of him. That was what Messrs. Lloyd Osbourne and Austin
Strong forgot in their otherwise clever play, _The Exile_. It is useless
to prove, historically, that at a given moment he was passive, supine,
unconscious, while people around him were eagerly plotting his escape
and restoration. That may have been so; but it is not what an audience
wants to see. It wants to see Napoleon Napoleonizing. For anomalies and
uncharacteristic episodes in Napoleon"s career we must go to books; the
playhouse is not the place for them. It is true that a dramatist like
Mr. Bernard Shaw may, at his own risk and peril, set forth to give us a
new reading of Caesar or of Napoleon, which may or may not be
dramatically acceptable.[5] But this is not what Messrs. Osbourne and
Strong tried to do. Their Napoleon was the Napoleon of tradition--only
he failed to act 'in a concatenation according.'

--Dogs hate the poor

--Dogs hate the poor. I saw three dogs attack him yesterday. He
beat them off with a stick and shouted: 'Don"t you dare to touch my
trousers; they"re my last pair!' And he laughed, and the dogs flung
themselves at him and showed their teeth and barked viciously.

"I will not weary you, gentlemen, with further extracts, but I ask you to

note--_and this is something which many of our public men have forgotten
to-day_--that at the very commencement of our career we were inextricably
involved with European affairs
"I will not weary you, gentlemen, with further extracts, but I ask you to
note--_and this is something which many of our public men have forgotten
to-day_--that at the very commencement of our career we were inextricably
involved with European affairs. Entangling alliances--no! But
segregation--impossible!"


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A game of 'rounders' between a team from the Rounders" Association of

Liverpool and an American eleven with Baldwin and Earl as the battery,
and with Tener, Wood, Fogarty, Brown, Hanlon, Pfeffer, Manning, Sullivan
and myself in the field was played
A game of 'rounders' between a team from the Rounders" Association of
Liverpool and an American eleven with Baldwin and Earl as the battery,
and with Tener, Wood, Fogarty, Brown, Hanlon, Pfeffer, Manning, Sullivan
and myself in the field was played. The bases in this game instead of
being bags are iron stakes about three feet high, the ball the size of a
tennis ball, and the batting is done with one hand and with a bat that
resembles a butter-paddle in shape and size. A base-runner has to be
retired by being struck with the ball, and not touched with it, and the
batter must run the first time he strikes at the ball, whether he hits
it or not. Of course the Rounders" Association team beat us, the score
being 16 to 14, but when they came to play us two innings at our game
afterwards the score stood at 18 to o in our favor, the crowd standing
in a drenching rain to witness the fun.


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The ball is in full swing

The ball is in full swing. The music is furnished by an orchestra
of three pieces. The musicians resemble closely their respective
instruments; the violinist, a violin--lean neck, small head, a shock
of hair brushed to one side, back somewhat bent, a handkerchief
correctly adjusted on his shoulder under the violin; the flute-player,
a flute--very, tall, with a thin, elongated face, and stiff, thin
legs, the bass-violinist, a double-bass--stumpy, round-shouldered,
lower part of his body very stout, wide trousers. The uncommon effort
with which the musicians play is painfully evident. They beat time,
swing their heads, and shake their bodies. The tune is the same
throughout the ball, a short polka in two musical phrases, producing a
jolly, hopping, extremely insipid effect. The three instruments do
not quite keep time with one another, producing a sort of queer
detachment, a vacant space, as it were, between them and the sounds
which they produce.


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So sang the jolly mariners on the good ship Pinafore, and so might have

sung the members of the Chicago and All-American base-ball teams as they
sailed out through the Golden Gate and into the blue waters of the
Pacific on the afternoon of November 18, 1888
So sang the jolly mariners on the good ship Pinafore, and so might have
sung the members of the Chicago and All-American base-ball teams as they
sailed out through the Golden Gate and into the blue waters of the
Pacific on the afternoon of November 18, 1888. Only at that time we were
not in the least sure as to whether the Alameda was a beauty or not,
pleasant as she looked to the eye, and we had a very reasonable doubt in
our minds as to whether we were sailors 'good and true.' There was a
long ocean voyage before us, and the few of us that were inclined to
sing refrained from doing so lest it might be thought that, like the boy
in the wood, we were making a great noise in order to keep our courage
up. We were one day late in leaving San Francisco, it having been
originally planned to leave here on Saturday, November 17th, and this
delay of one day served to cut short our visit at Honolulu. The morning
of our departure had dawned gray and sullen and rainy, but toward noon
the clouds broke away and by two o"clock in the afternoon, the hour set
for our departure, the day had become a fairly pleasant one.


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Early in the morning of December 2d it began blowing hard and by the

time the noon hour had arrived the steamer was rolling about like a
bass-wood log in a mountain torrent
Early in the morning of December 2d it began blowing hard and by the
time the noon hour had arrived the steamer was rolling about like a
bass-wood log in a mountain torrent. There were some familiar faces
missing from the tables at meal time that day and the stewards who
waited upon those whose stomachs were still in eating order worked under
difficulties, it being always a question of where they would bring up
when they entered the cabin door. All that day:


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They went along, and presently got round the precipice out of sight of

I he boys again
They went along, and presently got round the precipice out of sight of
I he boys again. They walked slowly until their parents overtook them.


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Conspicuous among the absentees when the season opened was the Chicago

Club, which had been broken up by the great fire that swept over the
Queen of the Inland Seas in October of 1871, and not then reorganized;
the Forest City of Rockford, the Kekiongas of Fort Wayne, and several
others
Conspicuous among the absentees when the season opened was the Chicago
Club, which had been broken up by the great fire that swept over the
Queen of the Inland Seas in October of 1871, and not then reorganized;
the Forest City of Rockford, the Kekiongas of Fort Wayne, and several
others.


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In the days of the five-act dogma, each act was supposed to have its

special and pre-ordained function
In the days of the five-act dogma, each act was supposed to have its
special and pre-ordained function. Freytag assigns to the second act, as
a rule, the _Steigerung_ or heightening--the working-up, one might call
it--of the interest. But the second act, in modern plays, has often to
do all the work of the three middle acts under the older dispensation;
wherefore the theory of their special functions has more of a historical
than of a practical interest. For our present purposes, we may treat the
interior section of a play as a unit, whether it consist of one, two, or
three acts.


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What does all this matter anyway, Vassya? It"s of no account, mere

trifles
What does all this matter anyway, Vassya? It"s of no account, mere
trifles. To-day they are going to sing: 'Christ is arisen from the
dead. Death has conquered death.' Do you understand? 'Death has
conquered death.'


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However, for all the gloom of his works, Andreyev is not a pessimist

However, for all the gloom of his works, Andreyev is not a pessimist.
Under one of his pictures he has written: 'Though it destroys
individuals, the truth saves mankind.' The misery in the world may be
ever so great; the problems that force themselves upon man"s mind may
seem unanswerable; the happenings in the external world may fill his
soul with utter darkness, so that he despairs of finding any meaning,
any justification in life. And yet, though his reason deny it, his
soul tells him: 'The truth saves mankind.' After all, _Man_ is not a
failure. For though misfortunes crowd upon him, he remains intact in
soul, unbroken in spirit. He carries off the victory because he does
not surrender. He dies as a superman, big in his defiance of destiny.
This must be the meaning Andreyev attached to _Man"s_ life. We find
an interpretation of it, as it were, in 'Anathema,' in which _Someone_
sums up the fate of _David_--who lived an even sadder life than _Man_
and died a more horrible death--in these words: 'David has achieved
immortality, and he _lives immortal_ in the deathlessness of fire.
David has achieved immortality, and he _lives immortal_ in the
deathlessness of light which is life.'


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What are they pushing and jostling for anyhow? He"ll be carried in the

procession and they can all see Him
What are they pushing and jostling for anyhow? He"ll be carried in the
procession and they can all see Him.


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"Marjory!" With a pitiful joy he felt her hair and face with his hand,

and in his weakness he almost fell
"Marjory!" With a pitiful joy he felt her hair and face with his hand,
and in his weakness he almost fell. Vainly he protested that she must
go away, that he could not let her share his tragedy. Her only answer
was his name murmured over and over again.


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Out on thee, Fortune! thou hast foiled the hope

And power of Persia: to this bitter end
My son went forth to wreak his great revenge
On famous Athens! all too few they seemed,
Our men who died upon the Fennel-field!
Vengeance for them my son had mind to take,
And drew on his own head these whelming woes
Out on thee, Fortune! thou hast foiled the hope
And power of Persia: to this bitter end
My son went forth to wreak his great revenge
On famous Athens! all too few they seemed,
Our men who died upon the Fennel-field!
Vengeance for them my son had mind to take,
And drew on his own head these whelming woes.
But thou, say on! the ships that "scaped from wreck--
Where didst thou leave them? make thy story clear.


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I am sorry for you now too

I am sorry for you now too. _(With tears)_ Savva, darling, you are my
brother. I have rocked your cradle. My dear angel, what idea is this
you have got into your mind? Why, it"s terrible--it"s madness. I
understand how hard it must be for you to see how people live, and so
you have resolved on a desperate deed. You have always been good and
kind, and so I can understand you. Don"t you think it"s hard for me to
see this life? Don"t you think I suffer myself? Give me your hand.


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That the Chesse moralisede clepede is,

In whiche I purpose eke to labour ywis
And here and there, as that my litelle witte
Afforthe may, I thynke translate it
That the Chesse moralisede clepede is,
In whiche I purpose eke to labour ywis
And here and there, as that my litelle witte
Afforthe may, I thynke translate it.


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These four players were promptly expelled for selling games by the

Louisville Club, whose action was later ratified by the League, and
though they made application time after time in later years to be
reinstated, their applications were denied and they passed out of sight
and out of hearing as far as the base-ball world was concerned
These four players were promptly expelled for selling games by the
Louisville Club, whose action was later ratified by the League, and
though they made application time after time in later years to be
reinstated, their applications were denied and they passed out of sight
and out of hearing as far as the base-ball world was concerned.


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I am inclined to think that the old gentleman is mistaken in the

substitution of a 'Bounding Rock' for a 'Ryan Dead Ball' in that game,
although I do remember that the stitching was different from anything
that we had ever seen before, and it may be that we were fooled as he
has stated
I am inclined to think that the old gentleman is mistaken in the
substitution of a 'Bounding Rock' for a 'Ryan Dead Ball' in that game,
although I do remember that the stitching was different from anything
that we had ever seen before, and it may be that we were fooled as he
has stated. If so the trick was certainly a clever one.


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During the entire season and not counting exhibition games we played

forty-six games, of which we won thirty and lost sixteen, while the
Bostons, who carried off the championship, took part in fifty-nine
games, of which they won 38 and lost 11
During the entire season and not counting exhibition games we played
forty-six games, of which we won thirty and lost sixteen, while the
Bostons, who carried off the championship, took part in fifty-nine
games, of which they won 38 and lost 11.


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Often, when an idea has gained a powerful hold on Andreyev, he pursues

it a long time, presenting it under various aspects, until at last
it assumes its final form, rounded and completed, as it were, in some
figure or symbol
Often, when an idea has gained a powerful hold on Andreyev, he pursues
it a long time, presenting it under various aspects, until at last
it assumes its final form, rounded and completed, as it were, in some
figure or symbol. As such it appears either as the leading theme of an
entire story or drama, or as an important subordinate theme. Thus
we have seen that the idea of death finds concrete expression in the
character of Lazarus. The idea of loneliness, of the isolation of the
individual from all other human beings, even though he be physically
surrounded by large numbers, is embodied in the story of 'The City.'
Similarly the conception of the mystery and the indifference by which
man finds himself confronted is definitely set forth in the figure of
_Someone in Gray_ in 'The Life of Man.'


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"No, it wasn"t," she replied vehemently

"No, it wasn"t," she replied vehemently. "I hated you for thinking
English women would not aid their men to fight, and I wanted never to see
you again. But do you remember when I said that the glory of war was in
women"s blood? There was a certain amount of truth in it at the
beginning; for when I first saw the wounded arrive I was madly excited.
I wanted to shout and cheer. But as the months have gone on, and I have
seen our soldiers maimed and bleeding and suffering, while thousands of
their women at home have simply broken loose and lost all sense of
decency or self-respect--oh, what"s the use?"


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[Footnote 6: 'Dramatic' has recently become one of the most overworked

words in the vocabulary of journalism
[Footnote 6: 'Dramatic' has recently become one of the most overworked
words in the vocabulary of journalism. It constantly appears, not only
in the text of the picturesque reporter, but in head-lines and on
bulletin-boards. When, on July 20, 1911, Mr. Asquith wrote to Mr.
Balfour to inform him that the King had guaranteed the creation of
peers, should it prove necessary for the passing of the Parliament Bill,
one paper published the news under this head-line: 'DRAMATIC ANNOUNCEMENT
BY THE PRIME MINISTER,' and the parliamentary correspondent of another
paper wrote: 'With dramatic suddenness and swiftness, the Prime Minister
hurled his thunderbolt at the wavering Tory party yesterday.' As a
matter of fact, the letter was probably not 'hurled' more suddenly or
swiftly than the most ordinary invitation to dinner: nor can its
contents have been particularly surprising to any one. It was probably
the conclusiveness, the finality, of the announcement that struck these
writers as 'dramatic.' The letter put an end to all dubiety with a
'short, sharp shock.' It was, in fact, crisp. As a rule, however,
'dramatic' is employed by the modern journalist simply as a rather
pretentious synonym for the still more hackneyed 'startling.']


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[Footnote 2: Mr

[Footnote 2: Mr. Blades enumerates only ten, but between the publication
of his work in 1863 and the appearance in 1880 of a more popular one, an
eleventh copy turned up. It is described further on. As both editions of
Mr. Blades" book are frequently cited, it may be stated here that where
the reference is to the page only, the one volume edition of 1880
is meant.]


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That three of the clubs that started in the race should have dropped out

as they did is not to be wondered at, and why one of them at least was
ever allowed to enter is a mystery
That three of the clubs that started in the race should have dropped out
as they did is not to be wondered at, and why one of them at least was
ever allowed to enter is a mystery. Looked at from a purely geographical
standpoint, the Keokuk Club, known as the Western, was doomed to failure
from the very start. It was too far away from the center of the base-ball
interests and the expense of reaching it too great to warrant the
Eastern clubs in making the trip, and the city itself was too small to
turn out a paying crowd, while the other two local clubs found the field
already too well covered and succumbed to local opposition.


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The boys were playing good ball at this stage of the game and our

chances for the pennant had a decidedly rosy look
The boys were playing good ball at this stage of the game and our
chances for the pennant had a decidedly rosy look. During the month of
July we climbed steadily toward the top of the ladder, and at the end of
that month we were in second place, and within striking distance of
Detroit, that team being still the leader, while Boston had fallen back
to the third and New York to fourth place. These positions were
maintained until the last week of August, when the Chicago and Detroit
teams were tied in the matter of games won. At this time it was still
anybody"s race so far as the two leaders were concerned.


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The girl"s eyes had narrowed, and were no longer sparkling, but

steady--almost to the point of dullness; her lower lip was full, and
too scarlet for the upper one, which chided its sister for the wanton
admission of slumbering passion; and her voice was abrupt
The girl"s eyes had narrowed, and were no longer sparkling, but
steady--almost to the point of dullness; her lower lip was full, and
too scarlet for the upper one, which chided its sister for the wanton
admission of slumbering passion; and her voice was abrupt. He almost
cried out "_Legato, legato_," to coax back the lilt which had caressed
his ear a moment before.


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"Then you must come again and see us sometime, Mr

"Then you must come again and see us sometime, Mr. Selwyn," she said,
with that vagueness of date used by polite persons when they don"t mean a
thing. Lady Durwent rose with great dignity. "Will you excuse me, Mr.
Selwyn? I always meet my housekeeper at ten to discuss domestic matters.
Elise is somewhere around. Is it too damp for tennis?"


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O you people! You are looking at me as at a monstrosity--at my hair,

my chains--because I killed my son and because I am like King Herod;
but my soul you see not, and my grief you know not
O you people! You are looking at me as at a monstrosity--at my hair,
my chains--because I killed my son and because I am like King Herod;
but my soul you see not, and my grief you know not. You are as blind
as earthworms. You wouldn"t know if you were struck with a beam on the
head. Say, you pot-belly, what are you shaking your paunch, for?


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It was Decoration Day, and therefore a holiday, and it seemed to me as

if all Boston had determined to be present on that occasion
It was Decoration Day, and therefore a holiday, and it seemed to me as
if all Boston had determined to be present on that occasion. By hundreds
and thousands they kept coming, and finally it was found necessary to
close the gates in order to keep room enough in the grounds to play the
game on. With the gates closed the crowd began to swarm over the fences,
and the special policemen employed there had their hands more than full
of trouble.


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She looked up into his face, and something of the mystic blue of the

skies lay in the depths of her eyes
She looked up into his face, and something of the mystic blue of the
skies lay in the depths of her eyes.


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A few minutes later she joined him on the lawn

A few minutes later she joined him on the lawn. They had just reached
the road which led to the porter"s lodge, when, without a word of
warning, she grasped his hand, and, half-running, half-dancing, pulled
him forward at a rapid pace. With a laugh he joined in her mood, and,
running side by side, they sped along the drive, while startled rabbits
leaped across their path, and melancholy owls hooted disapprobation. As
if the fumes of madness had mounted even to the skies, dark flecks of
cloud raced headlong across the starry heavens.


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What are you staring at with your mouth wide open? You are a

philosopher
What are you staring at with your mouth wide open? You are a
philosopher. You, you are a philosopher. Can you understand the
stupidity of these people? They think it"s a miracle. _(Laughs)_ They
think it"s a miracle.


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H. Stackton Dunckley had held the resolutionist in a duel of
language--a combat with broadswords--and honours were fairly even. The
short-sleeved Johnston Smyth had waged futurist warfare against the
modernist Pyford, while the Honourable Miss Durwent sat helplessly
between them, with as little chance of asserting her rights as the
Dormouse at the Mad Hatter"s tea-party. The American had held his own
in badinage with the daughter of Italy on one side and his hostess on
the other, the latter, however, being too skilled in entertaining to do
more than murmur a few encouragements to the spontaneity that so
palpably existed.


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We were to spend some little time in Australia, and that we had fallen

among friends was evident at once from the reception that had been
accorded us
We were to spend some little time in Australia, and that we had fallen
among friends was evident at once from the reception that had been
accorded us. It was a relief to know that our voyage was at least over
for a time and to feel the solid land once more beneath our feet, though
we parted with Capt. Morse with regret, he having endeared himself to us
all by the uniform kindness and courtesy that he had shown our party on
the long ocean trip.


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Our drive to the Landsdown Road Grounds took us through many of the best

parts of the city, which is beautiful, and can boast of as many handsome
women as any place of its size in the world
Our drive to the Landsdown Road Grounds took us through many of the best
parts of the city, which is beautiful, and can boast of as many handsome
women as any place of its size in the world.


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'Thenne late euery man of what condycion he be that redyth or herith

this litel book redde take therby ensaumple to amend hym
'Thenne late euery man of what condycion he be that redyth or herith
this litel book redde take therby ensaumple to amend hym.


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For me it is a piece of wood

For me it is a piece of wood. For the people it is a sacred object.
That is why I want to destroy it. Imagine how they"ll open their
mouths and stare. Ah, brother, if you were not a coward, I would tell
you some things.


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'Another principle is to avoid having your desk and room encumbered with

things of little or no value, as stones you have picked up, and papers,
and sticks
'Another principle is to avoid having your desk and room encumbered with
things of little or no value, as stones you have picked up, and papers,
and sticks. The place to keep such things is in the barn or shed, not in
your private room.


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Robert Ferguson, shortstop and captain; Anson, left field; Start, first

base; Cassidy, right field; Remsen, center field; Hankinson, third base;
McClellan, second base; Frank Larkin, pitcher; Harbidge, catcher;
Hallman and Reis, substitutes
Robert Ferguson, shortstop and captain; Anson, left field; Start, first
base; Cassidy, right field; Remsen, center field; Hankinson, third base;
McClellan, second base; Frank Larkin, pitcher; Harbidge, catcher;
Hallman and Reis, substitutes.


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Ye aged Persians, truest of the true,

Coevals of the youth that once was mine,
What troubleth now our city? harken, how
It moans and beats the breast and rends the plain!
And I, beholding how my consort stood
Beside my tomb, was moved with awe, and took
The gift of her libation graciously
Ye aged Persians, truest of the true,
Coevals of the youth that once was mine,
What troubleth now our city? harken, how
It moans and beats the breast and rends the plain!
And I, beholding how my consort stood
Beside my tomb, was moved with awe, and took
The gift of her libation graciously.
But ye are weeping by my sepulchre,
And, shrilling forth a sad, evoking cry,
Summon me mournfully, _Arise, arise_.
No light thing is it, to come back from death,
For, in good sooth, the gods of nether gloom
Are quick to seize but late and loth to free!
Yet among them I dwell as one in power--
And lo, I come! now speak, and speed your words,
Lest I be blamed for tarrying overlong!
What new disaster broods o"er Persia"s realm?


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Dazed by the swiftness of it all, Selwyn leaned against the low iron

fence
Dazed by the swiftness of it all, Selwyn leaned against the low iron
fence. A Boy Scout whirled past on a bicycle, his bugle hoarse and
discordant; an old woman went whimpering by, hatless, with a protesting
child in her arms; an ambulance, clanging its gong, rounded the corner
with reckless speed; a mightier searchlight than any of the rest swept
the sky in great circles.


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Here I am praying, you see

Here I am praying, you see. I"ve bent my old knees. I"ve prostrated
myself in the dust before you. I"m kissing the ground, do you see?
Maybe I have sometimes offended you. If so, forgive me, forgive me. It
is true, I was haughty, arrogant. I demanded and did not beg. Often I
condemned--forgive me. And if you wish, if this be your will, punish
me, but spare my son. Spare him, I beg you. Not for mercy, not for
pity do I pray you. I pray for justice. You are old, and I am old too.
You will understand more easily than I. Bad people wanted to kill
him, people who insult you by their deeds and defile your earth--bad,
heartless people, who throw stones from behind corners. From
behind corners, the scoundrels! Do not then, I pray you, permit the
fulfilment of this evil deed. Stay the blood, give back the life--give
back the life to my noble son! You took everything away from me, but
did I ever ask you like a beggar: 'Give me back my wealth, give me
back my friends, give me back my talent'? No, never. I did not even
ask you for my talent, and you know what his talent means to a man.
It is more than life. I thought perhaps that"s the way it ought to be,
and I bore everything, bore everything with pride. But now I ask
you on my knees, in the dust, kissing the earth: 'Give back my son"s
life.' I kiss your earth!


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No copy of this edition has been sold for years; in 1813, Alchorne"s

copy, wanting first two leaves, the last two leaves and two leaves in
the second chapter of the fourth tractate, fetched at Evans", L54
No copy of this edition has been sold for years; in 1813, Alchorne"s
copy, wanting first two leaves, the last two leaves and two leaves in
the second chapter of the fourth tractate, fetched at Evans", L54.
12_s_. The value of this class of books has much risen since then, and
may now be considered, as ten times greater.


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For the first time since his escape Dick Durwent regretted it

For the first time since his escape Dick Durwent regretted it. He could
see no safety ahead for Mathews, no matter how long they evaded arrest.
Although a cool, fretful wind was blowing over the fields, the warm noon
sun made his eyelids heavy.


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Let those who hold our city"s sway

Wreak, or forbear to wreak, their will
On those who cry, _Ah, well-a-day_!
Lamenting Polynices still!
We will go forth and, side by side
With her, due burial will provide!
Royal he was; to him be paid
Our grief, wherever he be laid!
The crowd may sway, and change, and still
Take its caprice for Justice" will!
But we this dead Eteocles,
As Justice wills and Right decrees,
Will bear unto his grave!
For--under those enthroned on high
And Zeus" eternal royalty--
He unto us salvation gave!
He saved us from a foreign yoke,--
A wild assault of outland folk,
A savage, alien wave!
[_Exeunt_
Let those who hold our city"s sway
Wreak, or forbear to wreak, their will
On those who cry, _Ah, well-a-day_!
Lamenting Polynices still!
We will go forth and, side by side
With her, due burial will provide!
Royal he was; to him be paid
Our grief, wherever he be laid!
The crowd may sway, and change, and still
Take its caprice for Justice" will!
But we this dead Eteocles,
As Justice wills and Right decrees,
Will bear unto his grave!
For--under those enthroned on high
And Zeus" eternal royalty--
He unto us salvation gave!
He saved us from a foreign yoke,--
A wild assault of outland folk,
A savage, alien wave!
[_Exeunt_.


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Considerably disgusted at the ending to the incident, Selwyn, who had

turned to look towards the _cabinet particulier_, once more sought his
companion"s eyes
Considerably disgusted at the ending to the incident, Selwyn, who had
turned to look towards the _cabinet particulier_, once more sought his
companion"s eyes.


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"Lady Durwent," said Austin Selwyn--and the quality of his voice was

lighter and more musical than it had been--"I suppose that a man who
deliberately goes to a country to gather impressions lays himself open
to the danger of being influenced by external things only
"Lady Durwent," said Austin Selwyn--and the quality of his voice was
lighter and more musical than it had been--"I suppose that a man who
deliberately goes to a country to gather impressions lays himself open
to the danger of being influenced by external things only. If I were
to base my knowledge of England on what her people say of her, I think
I should be justified in assuming that the century-old charge of her
decadence is terribly true. Yet I claim to have something of an
artist"s sensitiveness to undercurrents, and it seems to me that there
is a strong instinct of race over here--perhaps I express myself
clumsily--but I think there is an England which has far more depth to
it than your artists and writers realise. For some reason you all seem
to want to deny that; and when, as to-night, it is my privilege to meet
some of this country"s expressionists, it appears that none has any
intention of trying to reveal what is fine in your life as a
people--you seek only to satirise, caricature, or damn altogether. If
I believe my ears, there is nothing but stupidity and insularity in
England. If I listen to my senses, to my subconscious mind, I feel
that a great crisis would reveal that she is still the bed-rock of
civilisation."


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It was such a moment for Elise Durwent as she stood in the doorway, the

overhanging arc touching her hair and shoulders with the high lights of
some master"s painting
It was such a moment for Elise Durwent as she stood in the doorway, the
overhanging arc touching her hair and shoulders with the high lights of
some master"s painting. Conversation ceased, and in every face there
was the universal homage paid to beauty, even though it be tendered
grudgingly.


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King Kalakuau had set up a great portion of the night awaiting our

coming, and so disappointed was he when we failed to put in an
appearance that he accumulated an uncomfortable load, and this he was
engaged in sleeping off when he was awakened by his courtiers and
informed of our arrival
King Kalakuau had set up a great portion of the night awaiting our
coming, and so disappointed was he when we failed to put in an
appearance that he accumulated an uncomfortable load, and this he was
engaged in sleeping off when he was awakened by his courtiers and
informed of our arrival.


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Larry Corcoran, upon whose skill great reliance was placed, was at that

time in the zenith of his glory as a twirler
Larry Corcoran, upon whose skill great reliance was placed, was at that
time in the zenith of his glory as a twirler. He came, if my memory
serves me rightly, from somewhere in the neighborhood of Buffalo. He was
a very little fellow, with an unusual amount of speed, and the endurance
of an Indian pony. As a batter he was only fair, but as a fielder in his
position he was remarkable, being as quick as a cat and as plucky as
they made them.


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