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I have been asked how much of this tale of modern freebooters is true? In exactly which States have such
episodes occurred? Have vast herds of sheep been run over battlements? Have animals been bludgeoned to
death; have men been burned alive; have the criminals not only gone unpunished but been protected by the
law-makers? Have sheriffs hidden under the bed and handy men bluffed the press? Have vast domains of
timber lands been stolen in blocks of thousands and hundreds of thousands of acres through dummy
entrymen? Have the federal law officers been shot to death above stolen coal mines? Have Reclamation
Engineers, and Land...
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To be Editor-in-Chief of one of the greatest newspapers in the world at twenty-seven years of age is a
distinction, which has been enjoyed by few other men, if any, in the whole history of journalism. There may
have been exceptional instances, where young men by virtue of proprietary and inherited rights, have
nominally, or even actually, succeeded to the editorial control of a great metropolitan newspaper. But in the
case of M. Stéphane Lauzanne, his assumption of duty in 1901 as Editor-in-Chief of the Paris Matin was
wholly the result of exceptional achievement in journalism. Merit and ability, and not merely friendly
influences, gave him...
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In the preparation of this work it has been the writer's aim to present in it, with historical accuracy, authentic
facts; to be fair and impartial in grouping them; and to be true and just in the conclusions necessarily drawn
from them. While thus striving to be accurate, fair, and just, he has not thought it his duty to mince words, nor
to refrain from calling things by their right names; neither has he sought to curry favor, in any quarter, by
fulsome adulation on the one side, nor undue denunciation on the other, either of the living, or of the dead.
But, while tracing...
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That afternoon a strange thing had happened to the camp of the Prince of Orange, which was pitched near
Nivelle in Brabant, for the Prince was then challenging Condé, who stuck behind his trenches at Charleroi and
would not come out to fight. A dusty-colored cloud came racing along the sky so swiftly--yet there was no
wind to be felt--that it was above the camp almost as soon as it was seen. When the fringes of the cloud
encompassed the place, there burst forth as from its belly a whirlwind and wrought sudden devastation in a
fashion none had ever seen before or could afterwards...
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The illustrations contained in this volume have been taken from different epochs of the Impressionist
movement. They will give but a feeble idea of the extreme abundance of its production.
Banished from the salons, exhibited in private galleries and sold direct to art lovers, the Impressionist works
have been but little seen. The series left by Caillebotte to the Luxembourg Gallery is very badly shown and is
composed of interesting works which, however, date back to the early period, and are very inferior to the
beautiful productions which followed later. Renoir is best represented. The private galleries in Paris, where
the best Impressionist works are to...
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Although art had, under French influence, become unnatural, bombastical, in fine, exactly contrary to every
rule of good taste, the courts, vain of their collections of works of art, still emulated each other in the
patronage of the artists of the day, whose creations, tasteless as they were, nevertheless afforded a species of
consolation to the people, by diverting their thoughts from the miseries of daily existence.
Architecture degenerated in the greatest degree. Its sublimity was gradually lost as the meaning of the Gothic
style became less understood, and a tasteless imitation of the Roman style, like that of St. Peter's at Rome, was
brought into...
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The period from the date of mobilisation to the date on which we began our active service experiences we
propose to pass over quickly, as the events which happened then seem now of small interest to those coming
later.
With orders prepared carefully in peace time, mobilisation went smoothly. The Normal School, Glasgow,
became a barracks and a place for the busy public of the New City Road to gaze at with interest.
Within a week our Brigade found itself at Dunfermline, and a few days later we were at Leven, with two
companies on duty at the docks at Methil. The Leven companies did uninterrupted...
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The king laid his flute aside, and with his hands folded behind his back, walked thoughtfully up and down his
room in Sans-Souci. His countenance was now tranquil, his brow cloudless; with the aid of music he had
harmonized his soul, and the anger and displeasure he had so shortly before felt were soothed by the
melodious notes of his flute.
The king was no longer angry, but melancholy, and the smile that played on his lip was so resigned and
painful that the brave Marquis d'Argens would have wept had he seen it, and the stinging jest of Voltaire have
been silenced....
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The palace glittered with light and splendor; the servants ran here and there, arranging the sofas and chairs;
the court gardener cast a searching glance at the groups of flowers which he had placed in the saloons; and the
major domo superintended the tables in the picture gallery. The guests of the queen will enjoy to-night a rich
and costly feast. Every thing wore the gay and festive appearance which, in the good old times, the king's
palace in Berlin had been wont to exhibit. Jesting and merrymaking were the order of the day, and even the
busy servants were good-humored and smiling, knowing that...
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We realise to-day, as never before, that the fortunes of the world, and of every individual in it, are deeply
affected by the problems of world-politics and by the imperial expansion and the imperial rivalries of the
greater states of Western civilisation. But when men who have given no special attention to the history of
these questions try to form a sound judgment on them, they find themselves handicapped by the lack of any
brief and clear resume of the subject. I have tried, in this book, to provide such a summary, in the form of a
broad survey, unencumbered with detail, but becoming fuller...
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Anyone who has been in Greece at Easter time, especially among the more remote peasants, must have been
struck by the emotion of suspense and excitement with which they wait for the announcement Christos
anestê, Christ is risen! and the response Alêthôs anestê, He has really risen! I have referred elsewhere
to Mr. Lawson's old peasant woman, who explained her anxiety: If Christ does not rise tomorrow we shall
have no harvest this year (Modern Greek Folklore, p. 573). We are evidently in the presence of an emotion
and a fear which, beneath its Christian colouring and, so to speak, transfiguration, is in its essence,...
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A time will come in later years when the Ocean will unloose the bands of things, when the immeasurable
earth will lie open, when seafarers will discover new countries, and Thule will no longer be the extreme point
among the lands.--Seneca.
Unseen and untrodden under their spotless mantle of ice the rigid polar regions slept the profound sleep of
death from the earliest dawn of time. Wrapped in his white shroud, the mighty giant stretched his clammy
ice-limbs abroad, and dreamed his age-long dreams.
Ages passed--deep was the silence....
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We arrived at Rye, a small English seaport. Here, as soon as we came on shore, we gave in our names to the
notary of the place, but not till he had demanded our business; and being answered, that we had none but to
see England, we were conducted to an inn, where we were very well entertained; as one generally is in this
country.
We took post-horses for London: it is surprising how swiftly they run; their bridles are very light, and their
saddles little more than a span over.
Flimwell, a village: here we returned our first horses, and mounted fresh ones.
We passed through...
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The artistic appeals of the Panama-Pacific International Exposition through architecture and the allied
decorative arts are so engrossing that one yields to the call of the independent Fine Arts only with
considerable reluctance. The visitor, however, finds himself cleverly tempted by numerous stray bits of
detached sculpture, effectively placed amidst shrubbery near the Laguna, and almost without knowing he is
drawn into that enchanting colonnade which leads one to the spacious portals of the Palace of Fine Arts....
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The district known as the Forest of Dean is situated within that part of Gloucestershire which is bounded by
the rivers Severn and Wye. Its name is of doubtful origin. Was it so called from its proximity to the town of
Mitcheldean, or Dean Magna, mentioned in Domesday Book, and which, agreeably to its name, is situated in
a wooded valley, the word Dean, or Dene, being Saxon, and signifying a dale or den?--or do we accept the
statement of Giraldus, and some other writers, that the Forest of Dean obtained its name from the Danes
sheltering themselves in it, secured by its shades and...
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Tham khảo sách 'the facts about shakespeare', khoa học xã hội, lịch sử văn hoá phục vụ nhu cầu học tập, nghiên cứu và làm việc hiệu quả
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Major Ogilvie has done me the honour of asking me to write a short preface to a work which to me is of
peculiar interest.
To write a preface--and especially a short one--is a somewhat difficult task, but my intense pride in, and
admiration for, the part played by the Battalion with which the gallant author was so long and honourably
associated must be my excuse for undertaking to do my best.
From his stout record as a soldier the author's qualifications to write this history are undoubted. His readers
will be able to follow from start to glorious finish of the Great War the fortunes...
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A moonless night upon the sandy waste -- the sky a canopy of stars, twinkling with super-radiance through the
frosty atmosphere; the gently undulating ground like a billowy sea of silence and desolation, with scarce a
stain upon the smooth surface of the snow; the mantle of night enveloping every landmark upon the horizon
beyond the hills in folds of deep, dark indigo, levelling every chance hillock and clump of rough shrub or
grass, obliterating road and wayside ditch, which in the broad light of day would have marred the perfect
evenness of the wintry pall.
It was a bitterly cold night of mid-March in that...
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The wonder of the story is explained by its extraordinary nature. Many men in private life have lost fortune
and fame for the love of woman. Kings have incurred the odium of their people, and have cared nothing for it
in comparison with the joys of sense that come from the lingering caresses and clinging kisses. Cold-blooded
statesmen, such as Parnell, have lost the leadership of their party and have gone down in history with a
clouded name because of the fascination exercised upon them by some woman, often far from beautiful, and
yet possessing the mysterious power which makes the triumphs of statesmanship seem...
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IN the year 1883 a legacy of eighty thousand dollars was left to the President and Fellows of Yale College in
the city of New Haven, to be held in trust, as a gift from her children, in memory of their beloved and honored
mother, Mrs. Hepsa Ely Silliman.
On this foundation Yale College was requested and directed to establish an annual course of lectures designed
to illustrate the presence and providence, the wisdom and goodness of God, as manifested in the natural and
moral world. These were to be designated as the Mrs. Hepsa Ely Silliman Memorial Lectures. It was the belief
of the testator...
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The American people of today, weighed in the balances of the greatest armed conflict of all time and found
not wanting, can afford to survey, in a spirit of candid scrutiny and without reviving an ancient grudge, that
turbulent episode in the welding of their nation which is called the War of 1812. In spite of defeats and
disappointments this war was, in the large, enduring sense, a victory. It was in this renewed defiance of
England that the dream of the founders of the Republic and the ideals of the embattled farmers of Bunker Hill
and Saratoga achieved their goal. Henceforth the world was...
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On the morning of July 1st, the dismounted cavalry, including my regiment, stormed Kettle Hill, driving the
Spaniards from their trenches. After taking the crest, I made the men under me turn and begin volley-firing at
the San Juan Blockhouse and intrenchments against which Hawkins' and Kent's Infantry were advancing.
While thus firing, there suddenly smote on our ears a peculiar drumming sound. One or two of the men cried
out, The Spanish machine guns! but, after listening a moment, I leaped to my feet and called, It's the
Gatlings, men! It's our Gatlings! Immediately the troopers began to cheer lustily, for the sound was...
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The close of the war removes the period preceding it to a great distance from us, so that we can judge its
public men as though we were the posterity to whom they sometimes appealed. James Buchanan still haunts
the neighborhood of Lancaster, a living man, giving and receiving dinners, paying his taxes, and taking his
accustomed exercise; but as an historical figure he is as complete as Bolingbroke or Walpole. It is not merely
that his work is done, nor that the results of his work are apparent; but the thing upon which he wrought, by
their relation to which he and his contemporaries...
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Philip, ruler of the Wampanoags, was the only Indian in our country to whom the English colonists gave the
title of king. Why no other Indian ever received this title I cannot tell, neither is it known how it happened to
be given to Philip.
The Wampanoags were a tribe of Indians whose homes were in what is now southeastern Massachusetts and
in Rhode Island east of Narragansett Bay. A few of them, also, lived on the large islands farther south,
Nantucket and Martha's Vineyard.
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Two schoolfellows, who had sat together in the Sixth at Clifton, met at Paddington some twenty years later
and travelled down to enter their two sons at one school. On their way, while the boys shyly became
acquainted, the fathers discussed the project of this story; a small matter in comparison with the real business
of that day--but that it happened so gives me the opportunity of dedicating Fort Amity to you, its editor in The
Monthly Review, as a reminder to outlast the short life granted in these days to novels.
Yet if either of our sons shall turn its pages some years hence,...
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While serving on the staff of the first United States Commission to the Philippine Islands my attention was
called to the life and writings of Dr. José Rizal. I found in his novel, Noli Me Tangere, the best picture of
the life of the people of those islands under Spanish rule, and the clearest exposition of the governmental
problems which Spain failed to solve, and with which our own people must deal. It occurred to me that an
English translation of Rizal's work would be of great value at the present time. My first intention was to
reproduce the entire novel as it was written,...
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I would never have ventured to intrude upon the public with my personal reminiscences had I not been urged
to do so by friends who, being interested themselves in what I was able to tell them of India as my father
knew it, and as I found it and left it, persuaded me that my experiences of the many and various aspects under
which I have known the wonderful land of my adoption and its interesting peoples would be useful to my
countrymen. It was thought that I might thus contribute towards a more intimate knowledge of the glorious
heritage our forefathers have bequeathed to...
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It will be well to explain at once that the following work has been written at the request and is published at the
cost of the Christian Evidence Society, and that it may therefore be classed under the head of Apologetics. I
am aware that this will be a drawback to it in the eyes of some, and I confess that it is not altogether a
recommendation in my own.
Ideally speaking, Apologetics ought to have no existence distinct from the general and unanimous search for
truth, and in so far as they tend to put any other consideration, no matter how high or pure...
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The correspondence of George Sand and Gustave Flaubert, if approached merely as a chapter in the
biographies of these heroes of nineteenth century letters, is sufficiently rewarding. In a relationship extending
over twelve years, including the trying period of the Franco-Prussian War and the Commune, these
extraordinary personalities disclose the aspects of their diverse natures which are best worth the remembrance
of posterity. However her passionate and erratic youth may have captivated our grandfathers, George Sand in
the mellow autumn of her life is for us at her most attractive phase. The storms and anguish and hazardous
adventures that attended the defiant unfolding of her spirit...
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I was born in the town of Gerry, Chautauqua County, New York, September 29, 1831. My father was the Rev.
James Schofield, who was then pastor of the Baptist Church in Sinclairville, and who was from 1843 to 1881
a home missionary engaged in organizing new churches and building meeting-houses in Illinois, Iowa,
and Missouri. My mother was Caroline McAllister, daughter of John McAllister of Gerry. We removed to
Illinois in June, 1843, and, after a short stay in Bristol, my father made a new home for his family in Freeport,
where he began his missionary work by founding the First Baptist Church of that...
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