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When I began this book I feared that its merit would depend upon how faithfully I could record my own
impressions of people and events: when I had finished it I was certain of it. Had it been any other kind of book
the judgment of those nearest me would have been invaluable, but, being what it is, it had to be entirely my
own; since whoever writes as he speaks must take the whole responsibility, and to ask Do you think I may
say this? or write that? is to shift a little of that responsibility on to someone else. This I could...
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It was my original intention to write a biography of Alexander Hamilton in a more flexible manner than is
customary with that method of reintroducing the dead to the living, but without impinging upon the territory
of fiction. But after a visit to the British and Danish West Indies in search of the truth regarding his birth and
ancestry, and after a wider acquaintance with the generally romantic character of his life, to say nothing of the
personality of this most endearing and extraordinary of all our public men, the instinct of the novelist proved
too strong; I no sooner had pen in hand than...
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Aubrey Beardsley was born on August 21st, 1872, at Brighton. He was a quiet, reserved child, caring little for
lessons, though from an early age he shewed an aptitude for drawing. He began his education at a
Kindergarten. He was seven years old when the first symptoms of delicacy appeared, and he was sent to a
preparatory school at Hurstpierpoint, where he was remarkable for his courage and extreme reserve.
Threatened with tuberculosis, he was moved for his health to Epsom in 1881. In March 1883 his family
settled in London, and Beardsley made his first public appearance as an infant musical phenomenon, playing
at concerts...
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The following pages contain the story of the most important events of my artistic life, of the mark left by them
on my personal existence, of their influence on my career, and of the thoughts they have suggested to my
mind.
I do not desire to make any capital out of whatever public interest may attach to my own person. But I believe
the clear and simple narrative of an artist's life may often convey useful information, hidden under a word or
fact of no apparent importance, but which tallies exactly with the humour or the need of some particular
moment....
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Birth. Name. Parent's Religion. Blood. Ancestor's Religion and Politics. First Recollection. Father's Family.
From North Carolina to Indiana
I was born March 15th 1838 at a place now called Williams in Lawrence County, Indiana. When the day came
for me to be named, mother said, He looks like my brother Zachariah, but father said, He looks like my
brother Simpson. All right, said mother, we will just christen him Zachariah Simpson. And that is my
name unto this day.
Now, when mother said 'christen' she did not mean what is usually meant by christening a babe, for if she had
they would have had to take me...
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All our lives my father treated his sons and daughters as companions. When we were not with him he wrote to
us constantly. Everything that we did we discussed with him whenever it was possible. All his children tried
to live up to his principles. In the paragraphs from his letters below, he speaks often of the citizens of this
country as our people. It is for all these, equally with us, that the messages are intended.
New Year's greetings to you! This may or may not be, on the whole, a happy New Year--almost certainly it
will be in part at least a New...
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The author assumes, he must assume, a personal interest on the part of those who take up this volume, for it is
the fourth and closing number of a series of autobiographic chronicles dealing with a group of migratory
families among which the Garlands, my father's people, and the McClintocks, my mother's relations, are
included.
(1) THE TRAIL-MAKERS OF THE MIDDLE BORDER, although not the first book to be written, is the first
of a series in chronological order, and deals with the removal of Deacon Richard Garland and his family from
Maine to Wisconsin in 1850, and to some degree with my father's boyhood in...
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I once used to live in a little street which probably is not known to you--the Rue de Lesdiguieres. It is a
turning out of the Rue Saint- Antoine, beginning just opposite a fountain near the Place de la Bastille, and
ending in the Rue de la Cerisaie. Love of knowledge stranded me in a garret; my nights I spent in work, my
days in reading at the Bibliotheque d'Orleans, close by. I lived frugally; I had accepted the conditions of the
monastic life, necessary conditions for every worker, scarcely permitting myself a walk along the Boulevard
Bourdon when the weather was fine. One passion...
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Does the fact that a weak mortal sought an unprofaned sanctuary--an island removed from the haunts of
men--and there dwelt in tranquillity, happiness and security, represent any just occasion for the relation of his
experiences--experiences necessarily out of the common? To this proposition it will be for these pages to find
answer.Few men of their own free will seek seclusion, for does not man belong to the social vertebrates, and do not
the instincts of the many rule? And when an individual is fain to acknowledge himself a variant from the type,...
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Having recently passed into what my great-grandson Shem calls my Anecdotage, it has occurred to me that
perhaps some of the recollections of a more or less extended existence upon this globular[1] mass of dust and
water that we are pleased to call the earth, may prove of interest to posterity, and I have accordingly, at the
earnest solicitation of my grandson, Noah, and his sons, Shem, Ham and Japhet, consented to put them into
permanent literary form. In view of the facts that at this writing, ink and paper and pens have not as yet been
invented, and that we have no capable stenographers...
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If we wish to understand the pedestrian side of German life in the sixteenth century, I know of no better
document than the autobiography of Bartholomew Sastrow. This hard-headed, plain-spoken Pomeranian
notary cannot indeed be classed among the great and companionable writers of memoirs. Here are no genial
portraits, no sweet-tempered and mellow confidings of the heart such as comfortable men and women are
wont to distil in a comfortable age. The times were fierce, and passion ran high and deep. One might as well
expect to extract amiability from the rough granite of an Icelandic saga. There is no delicacy, no charm, no
elevation of...
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During the first half of the nineteenth century, Miss Sedgwick would doubtless have been considered the
queen of American letters, but, in the opinion of her friends, the beauty of her character surpassed the merit of
her books. In 1871, Miss Mary E. Dewey, her life-long neighbor, edited a volume of Miss Sedgwick's letters,
mostly to members of her family, in compliance with the desire of those who knew and loved her, that some
printed memorial should exist of a life so beautiful and delightful in itself, and so beneficent in its influence
upon others. Truly a life beautiful in itself and beneficent in its...
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In the lifetime of all who arrive at mature age, there comes a period when a strong desire is felt to know more
of the past, especially to know more of those from whom we claim descent. Many find even their chief
pleasure in searching among parish records and local histories for some knowledge of ancestors, who for a
hundred or five hundred years have been sleeping in the grave. Long pilgrimages are made to the Old World
for this purpose, and when the traveler discovers in the crowded church-yard a moss-covered, crumbling
stone, which bears the name he seeks, he takes infinite pains to...
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The Adjutant's innocence is admitted, and there is an end of it!
We beg you to be so good as to send us two copies in score of the Symphony in A. We likewise wish to know
when we may expect a copy of the Sonata for Baroness von Ertmann, as she leaves this, most probably, the
day after to-morrow.
No. 3--I mean the enclosed note--is from a musical friend in Silesia, not a rich man, for whom I have
frequently had my scores written out. He wishes to have these works of Mozart in his library; as my servant,
however, has the good fortune, by...
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This book is one of a series known as the CHILD'S OWN BOOK OF GREAT MUSICIANS, written by
Thomas Tapper, author of Pictures from the Lives of the Great Composers for Children, Music Talks with
Children, First Studies in Music Biography, and others.
The sheet of illustrations included herewith is to be cut apart by the child, and each illustration is to be
inserted in its proper place throughout the book, pasted in the space containing the same number as will be
found under each picture on the sheet. It is not necessary to cover the entire back of a picture with paste. Put it
only...
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This little book came into existence as if it were by chance. The author had devoted himself for a long time to
the study of Beethoven and carefully scrutinized all manner of books, publications, manuscripts, etc., in order
to derive the greatest possible information about the hero. He can say confidently that he conned every
existing publication of value. His notes made during his readings grew voluminous, and also his amazement at
the wealth of Beethoven's observations comparatively unknown to his admirers because hidden away, like
concealed violets, in books which have been long out of print and for whose reproduction there is no urgent
call....
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Often as I have thought of my old friend Father Payne, as we affectionately called him, I had somehow
never intended to write about him, or if I did, it was like as a dream when one awaketh, a vision that melted
away at the touch of common life. Yet I always felt that his was one of those rich personalities well worth
depicting, if the attitude and gesture with which he faced the world could be caught and fixed. The difficulty
was that he was a man of ideas rather than of performance, suggestive rather than active: and the whole
history of his experiment...
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It will perhaps be said, and truly felt, that the following is a morbid book. No doubt the subject is a morbid
one, because the book deliberately gives a picture of a diseased spirit. But a pathological treatise, dealing with
cancer or paralysis, is not necessarily morbid, though it may be studied in a morbid mood. We have learnt of
late years, to our gain and profit, to think and speak of bodily ailments as natural phenomena, not to slur over
them and hide them away in attics and bedrooms. We no longer think of insanity as demoniacal possession,
and we no longer immure people...
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The days of long prefaces are past. It is also too near the end of the century to indulge in fulsome dedications.
I shall, therefore, trouble the reader with only a brief introduction to this imperfect history of an imperfect life.
The conditions under which I write necessarily make it lacking in much that would ordinarily have added to
its interest. I write within the Indiana Asylum for the Insane; I have not the means of information at hand
which I should have to make the work what it should be, and notes which I had taken from time to time, with
a view of...
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I am so often asked for references to some pamphlet or journal in which may be found some outline of my
life, and the enquiries are so often couched in terms of such real kindness, that I have resolved to pen a few
brief autobiographical sketches, which may avail to satisfy friendly questioners, and to serve, in some
measure, as defence against unfair attack.
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If an American dramatist or novelist had taken for the ground work of a play or work of fiction the story of
the Bidwell family to-day related on another page of the Herald, all European critics would have told him that
the story was too 'American,' too vast in its outlines, too high in its colors, too merely 'big' in fact.
The story has its lesson. The play is not a mere spectacle. The lesson is that in the doing and undoing of
wrong the Bidwell family expended enough ability and energy to stock a good many reigning European
families for generations.
Let the Comedie Humaine...
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This little work is but a condensation and essence of a much larger one, containing the result of what can be
discovered concerning the origin and history of chess, combined with some of my own reminiscences of 46
years past both of chess play and its exponents, dating back to the year 1846, the 18th of Simpson's, 9 years
after the death of A. McDonnell, and 6 after that of L. de La Bourdonnais when chivalrous and first class
chess had come into the highest estimation, and emulatory matches and tests of supremacy in chess skill were
the order of the day.
English chess was then...
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As a general dislike of prefaces is unmistakeably evidenced by their uncut leaves, and as unknown readers
could scarcely be induced to read a book by the most cogent representations of an unknown author, and as
apologies for rushing into print are too trite and insincere to have any effect, I will merely prefix a few
explanatory remarks to my first chapter.
Circumstances which it is unnecessary to dwell upon led me across the Atlantic with some relatives; and on
my return, I was requested by numerous friends to give an account of my travels. As this volume has been
written with a view to their...
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The name of Andrew Marvell ever sounds sweet, and always has, to use words of Charles Lamb's, a fine
relish to the ear. As the author of poetry of exquisite quality, where for the last time may be heard the
priceless note of the Elizabethan lyricist, whilst at the same moment utterance is being given to thoughts and
feelings which reach far forward to Wordsworth and Shelley, Marvell can never be forgotten in his native
England.
Lines of Marvell's poetry have secured the final honours, and incurred the peril, of becoming familiar
quotations ready for use on a great variety of occasion. We may, perhaps, have...
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Be it remembered, that on this sixteenth day of November, Anno Domini
eighteen hundred and thirty-three, J.B. Patterson, of said district, hath deposited in this office the title of a
Book, the title of which is in the words following, to wit:
Life of Makataimeshekiakiak, or Black Hawk, embracing the Traditions of his Nation--Indian Wars in which
he has been engaged--Cause of joining the British in their late War with America, and its History--
Description of the Rock River Village--Manners and Customs-- Encroachments by the Whites contrary to
Treaty--Removal from his village in 1831. With an account of the Cause and General History of the Late...
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An unassuming book, still one of those which grip the reader from beginning to end. When the author started
to write his daily impressions and adventures, it was to keep in touch with his people, to quiet those who
feared for his safety every moment, and at the same time to give them a clear idea of his life. Without
boasting, modestly and naturally, he describes the adventures of an aviator in the great World War. It could
well serve as a guide to those who are studying aviation. Although he has avoided the stilted tone of the
school-master, still his accomplishments as a knight...
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This book was to have been written in 1914, when I foresaw some leisure to write it, for I then intended to
retire from active editorship. But the war came, an entirely new set of duties commanded, and the project was
laid aside.
Its title and the form, however, were then chosen. By the form I refer particularly to the use of the third
person. I had always felt the most effective method of writing an autobiography, for the sake of a better
perspective, was mentally to separate the writer from his subject by this device.
Moreover, this method came to me very naturally in dealing...
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The telling of the deeply spiritual life story of the young minister of the Gospel of St. Peters Church, Dundee,
Scotland, Robert Murray M'Cheyne, has been used of God to bring challenge, blessing and inspiration to
hundreds of thousands down through the years since his death in 1843 at the early age of 30. Few men have
lived a life filled with such power and blessing in such a short span of years.
Dr. Andrew A. Bonar's biography of this stalwart young man of God has been the standard recognized work
on the life of this prince among men. This biography is from the larger...
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It is very seldom that the preface of a work is read; indeed, of late years, most books have been sent into the
world without any. I deem it, however, advisable to write a preface, and to this I humbly call the attention of
the courteous reader, as its perusal will not a little tend to the proper understanding and appreciation of these
volumes.
The work now offered to the public, and which is styled The Bible in Spain, consists of a narrative of what
occurred to me during a residence in that country, to which I was sent by the Bible Society, as its...
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In making this abridgement of Boswell's Life of Johnson I have omitted most of Boswell's criticisms,
comments, and notes, all of Johnson's opinions in legal cases, most of the letters, and parts of the conversation
dealing with matters which were of greater importance in Boswell's day than now. I have kept in mind an old
habit, common enough, I dare say, among its devotees, of opening the book of random, and reading wherever
the eye falls upon a passage of especial interest. All such passages, I hope, have been retained, and enough of
the whole book to illustrate all the phases of Johnson's mind and...
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