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My father possessed a large and flourishing estate on one of the West Indian islands before the emancipation of the slaves. My baptismal name is Charlotte, but from the fancied likeness to a picture of the English queen of the name, my father called me Queenie, which pet name has clung to me ever since. The first event of any importance in conne...

The Wisdom of the East Series EDITED BY L. CRANMER-BYNG Dr. S. A. KAPADIA TRANSLATED FROM THE CHINESE OF THE HSIAO CHING FIRST SECRETARY TO THE CHINESE LEGATION

INTRODUCTION Only a small part of the original finds a place in the following pages; but I have in my translation-sometimes literal, now and again a summarised -endeavoured to give a selection of passages connected by the authors central thought, and showing his line of argument and the aim and spirit of his work, instead of a mere collection of...

The Highlands and Islands have in no previous age received greater attention, in regard to their natural beauties, than in these latter times. Until within the last thirty or forty years these romantic territories were almost a terra incognita to such tourists as now frequent them in hundreds, and were known only to the natives, and to such as, ...

The ""Bastard King"" O, Minstrel, sing of a British King Of many a year ago, How he ruled the land with an iron hand, Though his mind was weak and low

A MAIDENHEAD OM E, sit thee down by these cool streams, Never yet warmed by Titan's beams! My tender youth thy waist shall clip, And fix upon thy cherry lip; And lay thee down on this green bed, Where thou shalt lose thy maidenhead. See how the little Philip Sparrow, Whose joints do overflow with marrow, On yonder bough how he doth prove With hi...

This story is a reminiscence, a fond recollection of my colourful days as a youth. I can safely say (with the clarity of hindsight) that my youth was extraordinary. My upbringing was unlike any Other young man knew at the time, and to this day, many years later, I have yet to meet a soul whose story can compare with mine in its bizarre nature. M...

ABRAM, Naked, or having scarce Cloaths enough to hide Nakedness. -- ABRAM-COVE, a lusty Rogue, with hardly any Cloaths on his Back: a Tatterdemallion. -- ABRAM-MEN, Otherwise called Toms of Bedlam, shabby Beggars, patched and trick'd up with Ribbons, Red-Tape, Fox-tails, Rags of various Colours; pretending to be besides themselves, to palliate t...

Piping down the valleys wild Piping songs of pleasant glee On a cloud I saw a child. And he laughing said to me. Pipe a song about a Lamb: So I piped with merry chear, Piper pipe that song again-So I piped, he wept to hear. Drop thy pipe thy happy pipe Sing thy songs of happy chear, So I sung the same again While he wept with joy to hear

Never again must this Thing happen. The time has come - if the human race does not wish to destroy itself in its own madness - for men to make up their minds as to what they will do in the future; for now indeed is it true that we are come to the cross-roads, we stand at the Parting of the Ways. The rapid and enormous growth of scientific invent...