| | Author: | Chase
Henry | Add | | | Title: | The North and the South  | | | | Published: | 2003 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Modern English collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | As the basis for future comparisons, in this work, the following
table is introduced, showing the area of the several States,
together with that of the two great sections, the North and the
South:
TABLE I.
Showing the Area of the Slave and the Free States.
SLAVE STATES.
Area in
Sq. Miles.
FREE STATES.
Area in
Sq. Miles.
Alabama
50,722
California
155,980
Arkansas
52,198
Connecticut
4,674
Delaware
2,120
Illinois
55,405
Florida
59,268
Indiana
33,809
Georgia
58,000
Iowa
50,914
Kentucky
37,680
Maine
31,766
Louisiana
41,255
Massachusetts
7,800
Maryland
11,124
Michigan
56,243
Mississippi
47,156
New Hampshire
9,280
Missouri
67,380
New York
47,000
North Carolina
50,704
New Jersey
8,320
South Carolina
29,385
Ohio
39,964
Tennessee
45,600
Pennsylvania
46,000
Texas
237,504
Rhode Island
1,306
Virginia
61,352
Vermont
10,212
Wisconsin
53,924
Total
851,448
Total
612,597 | | | Similar Items: | Find |
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MRS. SARAH J. HALE. | Add | | | Title: | Liberia ; or, Mr. Peyton's experiments | | | | Published: | 2003 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | University of Virginia Library, Early American Fiction, 1789-1875 | UVA-LIB-EarlyAmFict1789-1875 | | | | Description: | The Peytons were among the earliest settlers and
largest landholders in Virginia. Their plantation
stretched along one of the southern branches of
James River, called Rock Creek, although, but for
the overshadowing of its grander neighbor, it might
well have been dignified with the name of river,
for there are many celebrated streams that are neither
so deep nor broad as that known simply as
Rock Creek. “My dear Sir,—A week or two since I wrote
you, giving a somewhat detailed statement of my
proceedings here and in Paris up to that time; and
now I have nothing very special to communicate,
except that there is a decidedly increasing interest
in England and France in favor of Liberia. By the
government and people of both these countries I
have been received in the most kind and flattering
manner. I mentioned to you that, in consequence
of the departure of the prince president for a tour
in the south of France just about the time I reached
Paris, I had promised to make another visit in
the course of a month. Accordingly, I returned on
the 15th instant, to be present and witness the entry
of the president on the 16th. A brief statement of things passing under my observation, at
the request of Rev. R. R. Gurley. Very dear Sir,—Your favor of July 18th came safe to hand;
also the file of the “Colonization Herald,” and the religious newspapers,
by Judge Benson's hand. I sincerely thank you for all.
I am happy, indeed, that the coffee I sent as a token of my good
wishes for you, and the good cause, reached you, and found acceptance.
I hope soon to be able to send some for your market,
but at present it brings us a better price on the coast; however,
you did not say what price might be relied upon. I also received
the letter and books from Dr. Malcom, and can say that they will
prove a blessing to my Sabbath-school, particularly the class on
whose account I wrote for them. In it are many men and women
of families, some native youths. His books prove to be the very
thing. I introduced them last Sabbath, to take up the morning
lesson only; read Testaments in the evening. Our new settlement
(Cresson) is going ahead; I still think it destined to be the
greatest sea-port town on the coast. Dear Sir,—I write to inform you that we are all well, hoping
you and family are the same. I never will forget you for the
great good in telling me and my father about the land of Liberia.
I have got a good home. I would not change it for any under
heaven I have tried it twenty-one years. I have borne the
heat and burden of the day, and it gets better and better. I was
eighteen years old when I came here. I have grown to be a
man; in America I never could have been a man—never would
get large enough. Would my colored brethren believe this? They
keep writing to me to tell them all about the country. Let me
tell them a little: Liberia has raised up her bowed-down head,
and has taken a stand with some of the greatest nations of the
earth. She has struck off the stone that bowed us down in America.
I have grown so large that I have had the honor and the
pleasure of being a member of the Legislature five or six years.
Did you ever hear of such a thing in America? No, no—nor
never will. I was in America a few years ago; it was all the
time, boy, where are you going? old man, which way? I was
really tired; I wanted to be a man again; but never found it until
I hit the coast of Africa. I even saw the change in the captain;
he talked so familiar to you: “What is the matter, Harris?
Harris is going to be a man again.” Sweet Liberia! the love of
liberty keeps me here. Dear Sir,—I write you a few lines by the packet, to let you
know that I have not forgotten the kindness I received from you
and the Colonization Society in preparing me for this land of liberty.
I never shall forget the heartfelt thankfulness due to the
society for helping me and my family here. We had one of the
finest passages any one could have. Plenty to eat; a good captain,
and one that was kind to all in sickness and health. All
hands were good to us. I have not wanted to return once since
I left the United States. I was twelve days at Monrovia. It is
a fine town; the people are kind, and doing well. I think this is
a much better place for new beginners. I had the African fever;
myself and wife both took it on the same day. We had it about
fourteen days. The doctor says we are over it, though we are
weak; but it is not so had as I expected. Mr. Benson is preparing
a house at Cresson for me. It is a fine location for a town
—the best one I have seen. I shall be the first one there. I
look for more by the September vessel. I shall feel lonely for
some time until more arrive. Truly I am better and better pleased with Liberia each morning
when I awake and find myself in it. I could not be prevailed
on by any earthly consideration to leave Liberia, or exchange it
for any other country. Here I am in the land of my forefathers;
here I can enjoy all those rights which a benevolent God hath so
liberally vouchsafed to man; here I can exercise and improve
my gifts and graces in enlightening, instructing, and exhorting
the benighted sons of the forest in the truths of the Christian religion;
here I can bow down in the sanctuary of the Most High,
or at home, and unmolestedly worship the God of my fathers under
my own vine and fig-tree, while none dareth to molest or
make me afraid, here my children to their latest generation can
enjoy the privileges of freemen in storing their minds with education
and useful knowledge, and participating in the duties, &c.,
of civil government; and here I have as many political, social,
and religious rights as any man any where beneath Heaven's widespread
canopy. And should not these considerations endear this
my own country to me? I say, from the bottom of my soul, with
gratitude to my good God for what I enjoy—yes. With respect to this country, my expectations are more than
realized. I have found that the opinion I formed of Liberia while
in America was very nearly correct. This country is certainly
a most beautiful one, and the climate delightful. I have often
thought, since my arrival here, how the better class of colored
people, or at least a portion of them, would flock to Liberia if
they knew the real condition of the country and people. I always
thought that it was their ignorance of the country that
caused their opposition to it, but now I am convinced of that fact.
With regard to the United States having claims on Liberia, I
would ask if England, France, Prussia, and Brazil would acknowledge
her independence if the United States had any rights
to or claim on the country? England has made this government
a present of an armed schooner, and has a consul residing here.
Brazil has also a minister residing here, but of a higher grade
than consul; he is chargé d'affaires. The facts are, I think, sufficient
to convince any reasonable person that Liberia is really
an independent republic, and that the United States has no claim
to this country. There is a kind of blind prejudice which keeps
most colored people from coming to this country, and for the life
of me it is difficult to conceive why this prejudice exists; for in
the United States we are exposed to all kinds of insults from the
whites, which, in nearly every case, we dare not resent; whereas,
in this country we are all equal, and can enjoy the shade of our
own vine and fig-tree, without even the fear of molestation. In
the United States we are considered the lowest of the low, for the
most contemptible white man is better in the eyes of the law, and
in the opinion of the majority of the whites, than the best colored
man; whereas, on the other hand, in this country there are no distinctions
of color; no man's complexion is ever mentioned as a
reproach to him; and furthermore, every one has an equal chance
and right of filling any office in the government that they may be
qualified to fill. Liberia ought to be the most interesting country
(to the colored people of the United States) in the world, from
the fact that it is the only republic entirely composed of and governed
by the colored people, and it is the only country where a
colored man can enjoy liberty, equality, and fraternity, without
having to encounter the prejudice of the whites, which exists
more or less, in some degree, in every country in which the
whites predominate. If this prejudice ever dies away, I believe
that many generations yet unborn will have passed away before
it. Although this country offers many inducements to colored
people, yet it is not a paradise; it has a few unpleasant features,
owing principally to its being a new country. The most unpleasant
feature that I know is the acclimating fever, and that is far
from being as bad as most people in the United States think it is.
On account of the improvements made, such as clearing, &c., it
is much more healthy here than formerly; and also, the kind of
treatment best adapted to the acclimating fever is better known.
The acclimating fever is nothing more than a simple chill and
fever, and persons are affected with it according to the degree of
care they take of themselves, and also much depends on the constitution
of the person. Some persons have told me that they
were sick only one day, and that slightly; while others (I speak
of old settlers) had it one week, and some have had it from six
months to a year or more. A person is seldom sick more than
from one day to three weeks at one time. I have been in the country
a little more than three months; and have had several attacks
of the fever. The longest time I was confined to bed was one
day and a half. The symptoms in my case were a slight chill,
followed by a very high fever. I felt no pain whatever during
the continuance of the fever, but always after it I would have a
slight pain in the back, which soon wore off. I would sometimes
be sick in the morning and well in the afternoon. I once had the
fever in the forenoon, and was well enough by night to attend a
tea party. I am told that all children born here, even the natives
not excepted, have the fever while very young. This I have
been told by mothers, and I have seen children with the fever
who were born here. The general health of the place seems to be
very good. A person coming here will not find large cities with
splendid buildings, and large bustling populations; but we have
only small villages with corresponding populations; you will not
hear the sound of numerous carts, drays, &c., but all the carrying
is done by native laborers, for the people have not yet begun
to use horses and oxen for such purposes. Both may be had
from the interior. Bullocks are brought down from the interior,
but only to kill. There are at present only three horses in Monrovia;
they are used only for riding. I have ridden several times
myself. The buildings are generally quite plain, built of wood,
stone, or brick. There are, however, some very neat brick buildings
in Monrovia, and along the banks of the St. Paul's River. I
made an excursion up this river a few weeks ago, and never did
I enjoy a trip more than I did this one. The waters of the St.
Paul's are delicious to the taste. The river is about half a mile
wide; its banks are from about ten to about fifteen feet high, and
lined with fine large trees with a thick undergrowth. Among the
other trees may be seen the bamboo, and that most graceful of
all trees, the palm. This is the most useful tree in Liberia. I
have drank the wine made from this tree, and have swung on
hammocks manufactured from it, and I have seen very good fishing-lines
made from it; besides, numerous other uses are made
of this tree. There are four villages on this river: Virginia, Caldwell,
Kentucky, and Millsburgh. I saw in many places people
making bricks, and busily engaged on their farms of coffee, sugar-cane,
&c. I must now come to a close, as I have but little
more space to write. I will remark that I advise no man to come
here unless he has a little money to begin with. A single man
should have at least one or two hundred dollars; although many
come here without a cent, and yet do well; but it is generally
difficult to get a start in this country without a little means. For
my own part, you may infer from what I have said that I like
my new home. Dear Sir,—I embrace this opportunity to address you a line. I
am still doing what I can to demonstrate that Liberia is a rich and
productive country. My crops of cane in 1850 produced 8000 lbs.
of good sugar, and 500 gallons of sirup. My crop last year (1851)
was not so large—only about 3500 lbs. of sugar, and 250 gallons
of sirup. This falling off was in consequence of having to neglect
my sugar-cane farm to give attention to J. R. Straw's cotton
farm. I sell my sugar at 8 and 10 cents a pounds, which is
quite a saving to the people of Liberia This year I am giving
my whole attention to cane-raising, and I have a crop now in the
ground which will produce a much larger quantity of sugar and
sirup, and beat, possibly, both my preceding crops together. A
few days ago, I, with one or two others, noticed, in many hills of
cane on my farm, from forty-nine to sixty stalks. This can not
easily be surpassed, I am persuaded, in any country. I am certainly
fully convinced that by industry a man may have all the
necessaries of life, and a surfeit of the luxuries, in this very prolific
and God-blessed country. I have the privilege, doubtless, of
saying what no other person can say in Liberia—certainly before
any other could say it, if there is any other who can say it now
—that is, I use at my table coffee, sugar, sirup, and molasses of
my own raising. I have now about twenty-five hundred coffee-trees,
which will very soon enable me to export a small quantity
to America. Dear Mr. Rambo, I wish very much to see you. How glad and
happy I should be when I meet you, and Doctor May, and Mr.
Hoffman; and then—then my heart will talk to my mouth, and
my tongue will speak all what I have done or seen. Reverend and Dear Sir,—In the following lines, which I have
taken on myself to address you, I hope to find you in the enjoyment
of good health, the same as we are at present. Our mission
still continues, with its different operations, in which we are
severally engaged, endeavoring daily to instruct the poor, benighted
heathen. Not long ago we received a letter of instruction from
our Board, that the lead of the mission affairs is now considered
to be under the superintendence of my native brother and cousin,
Lewis K. Crocker, at Little Bassa, and myself; which serious
charge to keep we humbly depend on God to help us. Our schools
are still kept daily, this, and that of Little Bassa, where brother
Crocker resides. Our children are improving well in their acquisitions
of the different branches of knowledge, such as spelling
hard words, reading, writing, arithmetic, grammar, natural philosophy,
&c. I am glad to state that the grown people of this
country, though they have not the privilege of improving themselves
by daily instruction, like the children, yet many of them
are getting civilized, getting acquainted with the law, political
economy, and secular improvement; forgetting their old habits,
and adopting those of their civilized fellow-creatures. Brethren and Fellow-countrymen,—You are aware that I
was appointed traveling agent to Africa on the 23d of last December,
1851, by the New York and Liberia Agricultural Association.
I returned to New York on the 12th November, 1852,
and it now becomes my duty to give you some account of Africa,
and of the benefits to be obtained by emigration to that country,
and whether there are any benefits to be obtained by so doing, or
not. I will endeavor to give you as true a statement as my
humble ability will admit. In truth and soberness, it would be
needless for me to tell you that Africa flows with milk and honey,
or that corn grows without planting. Liberia truly is a garden-spot;
her lands are beautiful, her soil is most fertile, her prairies
and her forests are blooming and gay, her rivers and streams
abound with fish, and her forests with game. Her Constitution
is a republican government, and a most excellent code of laws
are strictly observed. There are several churches and schools
in Monrovia, and they are well filled with people and scholars.
The Monrovians are the most strictly moral, if not the most
strictly religious people, I ever saw. Dear Sir,—I am well, and hope you are the same. I arrived
safe after a passage of thirty-seven days from the Capes. I am
happy to inform you that instead of being received in Baltimore
in chains, as I was told I would be, I was received very hospitably.
I am certainly grateful to the society for sending me to
Africa. I am perfectly satisfied with the change, only that I had
not started in 1842 instead of 1852. Here I stand erect and free,
upon the soil of my ancestors, and can truly say to all of my race,
you that would be free, Africa is your home, and the only home
where he that is tinctured with African blood can enjoy liberty.
This alone of him that loves liberty, for it is liberty alone that
makes life dear. He does not live at all who lives to fear. Please
say to any that may come to your office, that I say, come to Africa
and assist us in raising a light that may never go out. Enterprise
is what we want to make this country and people equal
with any on the face of the globe. Should any of the people of
Camden county, New Jersey, come to you for information, show
them this letter—tell them that I say there is land enough and
provision enough, by industry, for every enterprising colored man
in the United States. I find in Edina a fine soil, that will raise
any thing that a tropical country will produce. A fine, healthy-looking
people, that are kind and benevolent—who receive the
emigrants with the greatest kindness, and welcome them to the
land of liberty. Most respected Sir,—Liberia is destined to be the glory, the
home, and the resting-place for all the dark race. Then let them
come home, and rove abroad no longer, and that the chains of all
who will or could come and will not may be made tenfold faster,
because here they can come and be free. I mean my brethren
of color. There has been no disturbance with the republic by
the natives. Dear Friend,—Through a kind Providence we landed here on
the 6th instant, in forty days from Baltimore. All well. I went
ashore and met for the first time in my life on the same platform
with all men, and the finest people in the world. I never met
with more kindness in my life, and every attention is paid to visitors.
On Sabbath day there were seven flags flying in the harbor.
I attended the Methodist Sabbath-school, and found it interesting;
was invited to address it, and made some remarks.
There were seventy-five scholars in the school. I have been up
the St. Paul's River. It is the finest country in the world. Mr.
Blackledge's sugar farm is splendid. Dined with Mr. Russel,
Senator of New Virginia, and think his land somewhat better
than some of the rest. The river is sixty feet deep. Every
thing is getting along well, and all that is wanted are industrious
men and good mechanics. I would say to my friends, that every
thing that I have seen surpasses my expectations. Should I be
spared to return, you shall see some articles that I intend bringing
with me. I wish you would try to make some arrangement
with the society to let me off with a free passage home, as I
want to labor for the cause, and my means will be far run by the
time I get to Philadelphia. Brother Williams intends doing all
he can for the cause. We intend to go into the coffee business.
Our object is to get five hundred acres of land in one plot, and
have it settled by none but respectable people from Pennsylvania;
and I think that if you could send some from Philadelphia it
would have a good effect. Dear Sir,—I avail myself of the present opportunity to address
you a line or two, hoping they may find you as well as they leave
me. I had laid off to write to you before this, but I have not
done so; however, I hope you will take the will for the deed. I
have now been a resident of Liberia for upward of two years, and
I think I can now safely express my opinion as regards the advantages
to be gained by locating here. Unquestionably this is
the place, and these are the shores which are to contain the multitudes
which have for ages been laboring under the greatest disadvantages,
and who have been allured into the belief that they
will not be placed under the inconvenience of removing; but the
time has come which proves to a demonstration, more and more,
that this is a forlorn hope. Doubtless there are many who a few
years ago spurned the thought of leaving, who now turn their
eyes in solicitude to various parts for relief, but there is no quarter
which presents equal attractions with that presented by Liberia,
and they know it; and although they may be men of penetration,
who foresee that something must be done, and these may
be men of influence, who will exert this influence in a contrary
direction, yet I believe the masses will speak for themselves, and
such a mighty flood will be poured upon these shores as has not
been witnessed since the world began. I have not written any
on this subject, but I watched with increasing interest the “signs
of the times,” as exhibited in the United States, and I am convinced
that my impressions are not erroneous. There are many
false representations made to deter persons who are anywise inclined
to emigrate to this country, but I feel confident that those
who use this means to oppose us had better begin to think of
some other method, for they will ultimately be exposed in the
midst of their base attempts. Truth will eventually triumph over
falsehood. Gentlemen,—I promised to let you hear from me when in Liberia,
Africa, but although I have been here two months, I can
not at this time give you much account of the place. This little
republic is so far ahead of what I expected to find it, that your
good people of the United States would scarcely think I were
narrating truth were I to describe all that I have seen. Liberia
is a fine, fertile country. Things of every kind grow here. The
people are more comfortable in every respect, and enjoy themselves
much better than I have ever known them to do elsewhere.
The houses are very large, and are built mostly of brick and
stone; they are two stories and two stories and a half high;
from 30 to 50 feet front, and from 25 to 40 feet deep. The steps
to these houses are composed of iron ore—a substance on which
the city is built. Iron ore is as plentiful in Monrovia as common
stone is in Williamsburgh. Very dear Sir,—Fishtown was reoccupied on the 11th of October,
and the settlement is progressing rapidly—far in advance of
what it was before the massacre. The immigrants by the Zeno,
Morgan Dix, Liberia Packet, and Ralph Cross, enjoy much better
health down there than they did up at this place, and even the old
settlers moving there have derived much benefit. It has already
commenced attracting settlers from other settlements in this
county, and I am sanguine that in one or two years it will be in
advance of the other settlements of this county. Physicians
pronounce it a good place for emigrants to pass through their
acclimation, and I know it to be an excellent place for them to
to do well after acclimation. Sharp, Till, and Taylor, by the
Ralph Cross, from New Jersey, are doing pretty well for beginners.
They seem to be fine, industrious people, especially the
two former. They occupy three of the houses I built on the
banks of the St. John's River, opposite Factory Island, by direction
of your Board, and their produce is growing around them
finely. They would have settled at Fishtown had it been occupied
sooner. My dear Sir,—In your letter you expressed a desire to know
my first impressions of Liberia and Liberian society. On my arrival
at Monrovia, Mr. James very kindly invited us to spend the
day at his house, which invitation we accepted. While on shore,
I became acquainted with quite a number of intelligent ladies
and gentlemen. The society at Monrovia I think similar to that
of Philadelphia, while that at Bassa Cove and Edina I think less
favorably of. I am now living at Mount Vaughan, about two
and a half miles from Cape Palmas, at which place I am employed
as an assistant teacher in the high school belonging to the
Protestant Episcopal Mission, for which I receive three hundred
dollars. The society at Palmas, when we compare the number,
is equal to that of Monrovia in point of intelligence. This colony
is in quite a flourishing condition. There are in Palmas seven
yoke of oxen, well broken, and work quite steadily. We get the
bullocks from the natives, at eight dollars a piece. I have drawn
my farm land, and planted five hundred coffee-trees, twelve
pounds of ginger, and a thousand cassada sticks, besides arrow-root,
pea-nuts, and fruit trees. We have an abundance of fresh
vegetables, egg-plants, tomatoes, and fine large cabbage. Plenty
of venison, fresh fish, and oysters. We are on the eve of declaring
our independence. The spirit with which the people take
hold of the subject would do credit to 1776. There will be a
Convention held next week, to prepare a Constitution for our
new state. Dear Sir,—I received your letter in answer to mine, and was
very glad to hear from you; also to receive those papers you
sent me. My health and that of my family is tolerable. At
present we are perfectly satisfied, and glad we came here. The
society did a good part by us. I have a house and ten acres of
good land; all but three acres in cultivation. I do not find it so
warm here as I had been told or as I expected. I have tried
both seasons. Tell the colored people they need not be afraid to
come, but they must be industrious, or they had better stay where
they are. I would not change homes now if they would give
me five hundred dollars and free toleration. Every man can
vote. I visited the courts, where I saw colored men judges,
grand and petit jurymen, squires, constables, &c. Business is
carried on as correctly as in the United States. Dear Sir,—You wish that I would give some statement of
things in general, and in particular of the growth of cotton, rice,
&c. Our answer is this: this is emphatically a tropical region,
as all geographers will tell you. You have only to put your seed
into the ground, and with half the labor you have to perform in
the states you here may make a comfortable living. Cotton
and rice grow here as well as in your Southern States. It is
true, a fair trial was never made for the culture of that valuable
staple (cotton), enough to prove that it can be raised in great
quantity. Rice is indigenous to this country: it will grow almost
any where you may plant it, on high or low land. We have
coffee, potatoes, ginger, arrow-root, and pepper. There has not
been much pains taken with the planting of corn; enough has
been done, however, to satisfy one that it can be made, for I have
eaten as much as I wanted in proof of it. Gentlemen,—Since I have been here I have done very well,
better than I expected. I have bought five hundred dollars worth
of goods and paid for them. I have bought ten bullocks. I have
on hand one hundred bushels of rice. I paid in trade about forty
cents. If I keep which I shall do three months longer, I can get
$1 50 per bushel for it. I also have on hand six tons of cam-wood.
I want to increase it to ten tons by next month, and shall
ship it to England by the steamer on the 7th, and remit the money
to New York by a bill of exchange, so as to have more funds here
in the vessel which I understood will sail from New York with
our emigrants in the spring. I had only eight hundred dollars
worth of goods when I started from New York. I have on my
shelves one thousand dollars worth now. Notwithstanding, I
shall send one thousand dollars to New York after more goods.
I also have fifty pounds of ivory, worth here one dollar per pound.
I write this to show you what can be done here with a very little
money. If a man has half what I had he would soon get rich, if
he conducted himself aright; if a man has nothing, and came out
under our Association, having a house and lands cleared, he would
soon rise, if he has any spirit; therefore, come one, come all to
the sunny climes of Africa. Sir,—As I look upon you as being an old friend of mine, I take
pleasure in addressing you a few lines to let you know something
about how we are getting along in Liberia, believing you to be a
true friend to Liberia, and to the colored race. Mr. Williams, a free colored man of Pennsylvania, intelligent,
respectable, and rich for one of his class, was sent about a year
since to Liberia, by an association of his people in this state, who
desired to learn the prospects that country held out for the emigrants.
The following is an extract from his report: | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Hayashi, Fumiko | Add | | | Title: | Ukigumo | | | | Published: | 2002 | | | | Subjects: | Japanese Text Initiative | | | | Description: | なるべく、夜更けに着く汽車を選びたいと、三日間の收容所を出ると、わざと、敦賀の町で、一日ぶらぶらしてゐた。六十人餘りの女達とは收容所で別れて、税關の倉庫に近い、荒物屋兼お休み處といつた、家をみつけて、そこで獨りになつて、ゆき子は、久しぶりに故國の疊に寢轉ぶことが出來た。 | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Hamilton, Alexander; John Jay; and James Madison | Add | | | Title: | The Federalist Papers | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | To the People of the State of New York:
AFTER an unequivocal experience of the inefficiency of the
subsisting federal government, you are called upon to deliberate on
a new Constitution for the United States of America. The subject
speaks its own importance; comprehending in its consequences
nothing less than the existence of the UNION, the safety and welfare
of the parts of which it is composed, the fate of an empire in many
respects the most interesting in the world. It has been frequently
remarked that it seems to have been reserved to the people of this
country, by their conduct and example, to decide the important
question, whether societies of men are really capable or not of
establishing good government from reflection and choice, or whether
they are forever destined to depend for their political
constitutions on accident and force. If there be any truth in the
remark, the crisis at which we are arrived may with propriety be
regarded as the era in which that decision is to be made; and a
wrong election of the part we shall act may, in this view, deserve
to be considered as the general misfortune of mankind. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Habberton, John | Add | | | Title: | Everybody's Chance | | | | Published: | 2001 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | BRUNDY was the deadest town in the United States; so all the residents of
Brundy said. It had not even a railway station, although several other villages
in the county had two each. It was natural, therefore, that manufacturers'
capital avoided Brundy. There was a large woolen mill at Yarn City, eight
miles to the westward, and Yarn City was growing so fast that some of the
farmers on the outskirts of the town were selling off their estates in building
lots at prices which justified the sellers in going to the city to end their
days. At Magic Falls, five miles to the northward, there was water power
and a hardwood forest, which between them made business for several manufacturers
of wooden-ware, as well as markets, with good prices for all farmers of the
vicinity. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Haggard, H. Rider | Add | | | Title: | Montezuma's Daughter | | | | Published: | 2001 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | Now glory be to God who has given us the victory! It is true, the
strength of Spain is shattered, her ships are sunk or fled, the sea
has swallowed her soldiers and her sailors by hundreds and by
thousands, and England breathes again. They came to conquer, to
bring us to the torture and the stake--to do to us free Englishmen
as Cortes did by the Indians of Anahuac. Our manhood to the slave
bench, our daughters to dishonour, our souls to the loving-kindness
of the priest, our wealth to the Emperor and the Pope! God has
answered them with his winds, Drake has answered them with his
guns. They are gone, and with them the glory of Spain. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Haldeman-Julius, Emanuel and Anna Marcet Haldeman-Julius | Add | | | Title: | Dust | | | | Published: | 1997 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | DUST was piled in thick, velvety folds on the
weeds and grass of the open Kansas prairie;
it lay, a thin veil on the scrawny black
horses and the sharp-boned cow picketed near a
covered wagon; it showered to the ground in little
clouds as Mrs. Wade, a tall, spare woman, moved
about a camp-fire, preparing supper in a sizzling
skillet, huge iron kettle and blackened coffee-pot. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Hawthorne, Julian | Add | | | Title: | The Golden Fleece | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | THE professor crossed one long, lean leg
over the other, and punched down the
ashes in his pipe-bowl with the square tip
of his middle finger. The thermometer on
the shady veranda marked eighty-seven
degrees of heat, and nature wooed the soul to
languor and revery; but nothing could abate
the energy of this bony sage. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Hawthorne, Nathaniel, 1804-1864 | Add | | | Title: | The Gray Champion | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | THERE was once a time when New England groaned under the actual
pressure of heavier wrongs than those threatened ones which brought
on
the Revolution. James II., the bigoted successor of Charles the
Voluptuous, had annulled the charters of all the colonies, and sent
a
harsh and
unprincipled soldier to take away our liberties and endanger our
religion.
The administration of Sir Edmund Andros lacked scarcely a single
characteristic of tyranny: a Governor and Council, holding office
from
the
King, and wholly independent of the country; laws made and taxes
levied without concurrence of the people immediate or by their
representatives; the rights of private citizens violated, and the
titles of
all landed
property declared void; the voice of complaint stifled by
restrictions on
the press; and, finally, disaffection overawed by the first band of
mercenary troops that ever marched on our free soil. For two years
our
ancestors were kept in sullen submission by that filial love which
had invariably secured their allegiance to the mother country,
whether
its head
chanced to be a Parliament, Protector, or Popish Monarch. Till
these evil
times, however, such allegiance had been merely nominal, and the
colonists had ruled themselves, enjoying far more freedom than is
even
yet the
privilege of the native subjects of Great Britain. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Hazeltine, Alice I. | Add | | | Title: | Library Work with Children | | | | Published: | 1997 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | The history of library work with children is yet to be written. From
the bequest made to West Cambridge by Dr. Ebenezer Learned, of money to
purchase "such books as will best promote useful knowledge and the
Christian virtues" to the present day of organized work with children
—of the training of children's librarians, of cooperative evaluated
lists of books, of methods of extension—the development has been
gradual, yet with a constantly broadening point of view. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Headland, Isaac Taylor | Add | | | Title: | Court Life In China | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | ONE day when one of the princesses was
calling at our home in Peking, I
inquired of her where the Empress
Dowager was born. She gazed at me for a moment
with a queer expression wreathing her features,
as she finally said with just the faintest shadow
of a smile: "We never talk about the early
history of Her Majesty.'' I smiled in return and
continued: "I have been told that she was born
in a small house, in a narrow street inside of the
east gate of the Tartar city—the gate blown up
by the Japanese when they entered Peking in
1900.'' The princess nodded. "I have also
heard that her father's name was Chao, and that
he was a small military official (she nodded again)
who was afterwards beheaded for some neglect
of duty.'' To this the visitor also nodded assent. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Henry, O., 1862-1910 | Add | | | Title: | The four million; | | | | Published: | 2001 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | TOBIN and me, the two of us, went down to Coney one day, for there
was four dollars between us, and Tobin had need of distractions.
For there was Katie Mahorner, his sweetheart, of County Sligo, lost
since she started for America three months before with two hundred
dollars, her own savings, and one hundred dollars from the sale of
Tobin's inherited estate, a fine cottage and pig on the Bog
Shannaugh. And since the letter that Tobin got saying that she had
started to come to him not a bit of news had he heard or seen of
Katie Mahorner. Tobin advertised in the papers, but nothing could be
found of the colleen. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Higginson, Thomas Wentworth, 1823-1911 | Add | | | Title: | Malbone: an Oldport romance | | | | Published: | 1997 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | AS one wanders along this southwestern
promontory of the Isle of Peace, and
looks down upon the green translucent water
which forever bathes the marble slopes of the
Pirates' Cave, it is natural to think of the ten
wrecks with which the past winter has strewn
this shore. Though almost all trace of their
presence is already gone, yet their mere memory
lends to these cliffs a human interest. Where
a stranded vessel lies, thither all steps converge,
so long as one plank remains upon another.
There centres the emotion. All else
is but the setting, and the eye sweeps with indifference
the line of unpeopled rocks. They
are barren, till the imagination has tenanted
them with possibilities of danger and dismay.
The ocean provides the scenery and properties
of a perpetual tragedy, but the interest arrives
with the performers. Till then the shores remain
vacant, like the great conventional arm-chairs
of the French drama, that wait for
Rachel to come and die. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Hobbes, Thomas, 1588-1679 | Add | | | Title: | Philosophicall rudiments concerning government and society. Or, a dissertation concerning man in his severall
habitudes and respects, as the member of a society, first secular, and then sacred. Containing the elements of civill politie in
the agreement which it hath both with naturall and divine lawes. In which is demonstrated, both what the origine of justice is,
and wherein the essence of Christian religion doth consist. Together with the nature, limits, and qualifications both of regiment
and subjection. | | | | Published: | 2002 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | LibertyEngraving and verse from 1651 De Cive by Thomas Hobbes | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Holmes, Lizzie M. | Add | | | Title: | Woman's Future Position in the World | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | TO be strictly logical one should not treat of woman apart from the
rest of the human race, for this is in a manner to admit that women
are a distinct class, not affected by conditions, environment,
etc., as men are. But we find a "woman question" actually
existing. A great deal of discussion has been going on as to what
is proper for woman, what her real nature is, and how many of the
duties and privileges of man she should be admitted to. Women do
not occupy the same position, socially, politically, economically,
or intellectually that men do, and her powers are not equal to her
brother's. She is daily reproached for trying to be other than she
is, and reminded that her very nature forbids her presuming to
climb out of the subserviency and inferiority which are now
undeniably her portion. Thus a "woman question" is forced upon us
whether we will or not. It is to discover, if possible, whether
she may ever become equal to and like man without perverting her
inherent nature, that this inquiry is made. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Hope, Laura Lee | Add | | | Title: | The Bobbsey Twins; or, Merry Days Indoors and Out | | | | Published: | 2000 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | THE Bobbsey twins were very busy that morning. They were all seated around
the dining-room table, making houses and furnishing them. The houses were
made out of pasteboard shoe boxes, and had square holes cut in them for doors,
and other long holes for windows, and had pasteboard chairs and tables, and
bits of dress goods for carpets and rugs, and bits of tissue paper stuck
up to the windows for lace curtains. Three of the houses were long and low,
but Bert had placed his box on one end and divided it into five stories,
and Flossie said it looked exactly like a "department" house in New York. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Hume, David | Add | | | Title: | Of the Origin Of Government | | | | Published: | 2001 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | Image of page
35, from David Hume's essay "Of the Origin of Government"
Man, born in a family, is compelled to maintain society, from
necessity, from natural inclination, and from habit. The same
creature, in his farther progress, is engaged to establish
political society, in order to administer justice; without which
there can be no peace among them, nor safety, nor mutual
intercourse. We are, therefore, to look upon all the vast
apparatus of our government, as having ultimately no other object
or purpose but the distribution of justice, or, in other words,
the support of the twelve judges. Kings and parliaments, fleets
and armies, officers of the court and revenue, ambassadors,
ministers, and privy-counsellors, are all subordinate in their
end to this part of administration. Even the clergy, as their
duty leads them to inculcate morality, may justly be thought, so
far as regards this world, to have no other useful object of
their institution. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Hume, David | Add | | | Title: | Of the Jealousy of Trade/ by David Hume | | | | Published: | 2000 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | Image of page
347,from David Hume's essay "Of the Jealousy of Trade"
Having endeavoured to remove one species of ill-founded jealousy,
which is so prevalent among commercial nations, it may not be
amiss to mention another, which seems equally groundless. Nothing
is more usual, among states which have made some advances in
commerce, than to look on the progress of their neighbours with a
suspicious eye, to consider all trading states as their rivals,
and to suppose that it is impossible for any of them to flourish,
but at their expence. In opposition to this narrow and malignant
opinion, I will venture to assert, that the encrease of riches
and commerce in any one nation, instead of hurting, commonly
promotes the riches and commerce of all its neighbours; and that
a state can scarcely carry its trade and industry very far, where
all the surrounding states are buried in ignorance, sloth, and
barbarism. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Huxley, Aldous, 1894-1963 | Add | | | Title: | Crome yellow | | | | Published: | 2003 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | Along this particular stretch of line no express had ever passed.
All the trains--the few that there were--stopped at all the
stations. Denis knew the names of those stations by heart.
Bole, Tritton, Spavin Delawarr, Knipswich for Timpany, West
Bowlby, and, finally, Camlet-on-the-Water. Camlet was where he
always got out, leaving the train to creep indolently onward,
goodness only knew whither, into the green heart of England. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Hamilton, Alexander | Add | | | Title: | Letter to Angelica Schuyler Church (November 8, 1789) [a
machine-readable transcription] | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | UVA-LIB-ASChurchletters | | | | Description: | After taking leave of you on board of the Packet, I hastened home to sooth
and console your sister.[1] I found her in bitter
distress; though much recovered from the agony, in which she had been, by
the kind cares of M.rs
Bruce[2] and the Baron.[3] After composing her by a flattering picture of
your prospects for the voyage and a strong
infusion of hope, that she had not taken a last farewell of you; The
Baron little Phillip[4]
and myself, with her consent, walked down to the Battery, where with aching
hearts and anxious eyes we saw your vessel, in full sail, swiftly bearing
our loved friend from our embraces. Imagine what we felt. We gazed, we
sighed, we wept; and casting "many a lingering
longing look behind" returned home to give scope to our sorrows, and
mingle without restraint, our tears and our regrets. The good Baron
has more than ever rivetted himself in my affection : to observe his
unaffected solicitude and see his old eyes brimful of sympathy has
something in it that won my whole soul and filled me with more than usual
complacency for human nature. Amiable Angelica!
how much you are formed to endear yourself to every good heart. How deeply
you have rooted yourself in the affections of your friends on this side the
Atlantic! Some of us are and must continue
inconsolable for your absence. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Hamilton, Elizabeth | Add | | | Title: | Letter to Angelica Schuyler Church (n.d.) [a machine-readable
transcription] | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | UVA-LIB-ASChurchletters | | | | Description: | My very Dear beloved Angelica I have seated my
self to write to you, but my heart is so sadend by your Absence that
it can scarcly dictate, my Eyes so filled with tears that I shall not be
able to write you much but Remember. Remember.
my Dear sister of the Assurances of your returning to us, and do all
you can to make your Absence short. tell Mr. Church
for me of the happiness he will give me, in bring- =ing you to me, not to me alone but to fond parents
sisters friends and to my Hamilton who has for you all the affection
of a fond own Brother. I can no more. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Harden, Judy | Add | | | Title: | Liberian Letters: Judy Harden to Mr. Howell Lewis 1858 January 21 | | | | Published: | 1998 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | UVA-LIB-Liberianletters | | | | Description: | I agin by tha
healpe of god am abel to
infourm you that i am well at
preasent and I hope theas few lines may find you in tha same
state and all tha rest and i am
glad to say to you that all my family is well we hav not bin sick Since my housban
dide and I have found
Imployment at Cooking for the
Emmigrents at this place
Carysburgh Is a healthy mountian and i was very much disapinted in not giting a Letter from you and i hope on tha next Ship you an
mis Sara lowis
will right and give my love to
all tha Children
and to
ant rachel
and uncle John and tell him that his
Children has not forgot him yet and
federrick
mans I am Sorrow to imform
you that your Sister in law dide aboute
5 mounts ago in ad 1857
Brothers and sisters dont forgit me
bi cause my housban is
did and i look
four some of you to rite to me
befour Long and give my love to
ante franky
and i have got one town lot and thirty
Akers of land for my self and
Children and while i am ann ann thi
aC I rent my lot aught for $3 50 Six mounts | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Harden, Judy | Add | | | Title: | Liberian Letters: Judy Harden to Howell Lewis, Dr. James H.
Minor, and Frank Nelson 1858 February 27 | | | | Published: | 1998 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | UVA-LIB-Liberianletters | | | | Description: | Sir will you pleas to send me one barreal of pork and one
barrell of shugar as I now
stand in need of it I am now a
lone without a hus ban but I mean to
go to Cultivating the sol soail and one barell of flower and a box
of soader and a set of nives and
forks set of Cups and sausars and a set of
tinnplats and 12 cups tinn
pleas send me one roal of
bleached Coton and a
role
asemburg
ausomburgh
2
pleas to send me
suteble clothing for my children and pleas to send me some suteable clothing for my self and a box
of hankcheff and a box of stockings and a
box of sope and thread
choose
for my self and
chillern
and pleas to take this leter to your self and pleas to study
my intrust you three | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Harden, Julia | Add | | | Title: | Liberian Letters: Julia Harden to Dr. James H. Minor 1860 January
20 | | | | Published: | 1999 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | UVA-LIB-Liberianletters | | | | Description: | As the Ship
M. C. Stevens
are about to sail for the United States I
avail myself of the opportunity to write you a few lines as I have
written two or three times but up to the present time I have not
received no answer to Either of my letters which I cannot account
for I have thought perhaps they may have gotten
misplaced is why I again have attempted to write you again which I
trust will reach you. Permit me to request of you to send me some
things which I greatly needs
please to Send me some cloths Suitable for to
make some dreses for myself & Daughter
& Some pantloon Stuff for my boys
& a peices of white clothe & some sewing cotton & a dozen Ladies
Shoes & a dozen Linen Hankerchiefs
& Some Bed ticking & Some Shoes for myself &
daughter Say a couple of pair Each,
these things I would be happy to get by the Ship
on her return. My respects to yourself & family this leaves me well with all my children my respects to old aunt
Racheal If alive. please to reply by the return of the Ship. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Higginson, Thomas Wentworth, 1823-1911 | Add | | | Title: | Pay of Colored Troops | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Description: | The following is the petition in respect to the arrears of pay
due a portion of the colored troops, to which reference was lately
made under our telegraphic head. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Hadden, Jeffrey | Add | | | Title: | The Electronic Churches | | | | Published: | 2003 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | In recent years the
electronic church has become a source of great controversy.
The initial critics, largely mainline Protestant leaders,
charged that the electronic church constitutes a threat to
local congregations. The television preachers, critics
argued, make it too easy for people to get their religion in
the comfort of their living rooms. [1]
The perceived threat of
losing communicants from the pews and dollars from the
offering plate has resulted in a barrage of wide-ranging
attacks on the televangelists. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Hagar, Albert D. | Add | | | Title: | Ancient Mining on the Shores of Lake Superior | | | | Published: | 1994 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | IN the month of March, 1848, Samuel O. Knapp and J. B. Townsend
discovered, from tracks in the snow, that a hedgehog had taken up
his winter-quarters in a cavity of a ledge of rocks, about twelve
miles from Ontonagon, Lake Superior, in the neighborhood of the
Minnesota Copper Mine. In order to capture their game, they
procured a pick and shovel, and commenced an excavation by removing
the vegetable mould and rubbish that had accumulated about the
mouth of what proved to be a small cavern in the rock. At the
depth of a few feet they discovered numerous stone hammers or
mauls; and they saw that the cavern was not a natural one, but had
been worked out by human agency, and that the stone implements,
found in great profusion in and about it, were the tools used in
making the excavation. Further examination developed a well-defined vein of native copper running through the rock; and it was
evidently with a view of getting this metal that this extensive
opening had been made. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Hapgood, Isabel F. | Add | | | Title: | Count Tolstoi and the Public Censor | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | IT is a well-known fact that the sympathy between Count Lyof
Tolstoi and the censor of the Russian press is the reverse of
profound. Nevertheless, the manner in which the two men are
working together, unwittingly, for the confusion of the count's
future literary executors and editors, furnishes a subject of
interest, not unmixed with amusement, to spectators in a land which
is not burdened with an official censor. The extent of the
censorship exercised over the first eleven volumes of his works
will probably never be known. But the twelfth volume is a literary
curiosity, which can be appreciated only after a comparison of its
contents as printed there with the manuscript copies of works
prohibited in Russia, or with copies of such works printed out of
Russia. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Harvey, Charles M. | Add | | | Title: | The Red Man's Last Roll-Call | | | | Published: | 1994 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | WHEN, on March 4, 1906, the tribal organization of the
Cherokees, Choctaws, Creeks, Chickasaws, and Seminoles is
dissolved, and their members diffused in the mass of the country's
citizenship, the final chapter in the Indian's annals as a distinct
race will have been written. These are very far from comprising
all the red men in the country. They number a little over 86,000,
while the total Indian population of the United States, exclusive
of Alaska, is about 270,000. They do not even include the entire
Indian population of their own locality, the Indian Territory. In
the territory's northeast corner there are fragments of the
Peorias, Shawnees, Quapaws, Wyandottes, Senecas, Modocs, and
Ottawas, numbering in all about 1500. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Harrison, C. C. | Add | | | Title: | A Virginia Girl in the First Year of the War. | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | THE only association I have with my old home in Virginia that is
not one of unmixed happiness relates to the time immediately
succeeding the execution of John Brown at Harper's Ferry. Our
homestead was in Fairfax, at a considerable distance from the
theater of that tragic episode; and, belonging as we did to a
family among the first in the State to manumit slaves—our
grandfather having set free those which came to him by inheritance,
and the people who served us being hired from their owners and
remaining in our employ through years of kindliest relations—there
seemed to be no especial reason for us to share in the apprehension
of an uprising by the blacks. But there was the fear—unspoken, or
pooh-poohed at by the men who served as mouth-pieces for our
community—dark, boding, oppressive, and altogether hateful. I can
remember taking it to bed with me at night, and awaking suddenly
oftentimes to confront it through a vigil of nervous terror of
which it never occurred to me to speak to any one. The notes of
whip-poor-wills in the sweet-gum swamp near the stable, the
mutterings of a distant thunder-storm, even the rustle of the night
wind in the oaks that shaded my window, filled me with nameless
dread. In the day-time it seemed impossible to associate suspicion
with those familiar tawny or sable faces that surrounded us. We
had seen them for so many years smiling or saddening with the
family joys or sorrows; they were so guileless, so patient, so
satisfied. What subtle influence was at work that should transform
them into tigers thirsting for our blood? The idea was
preposterous. But when evening came again, and with it the hour
when the colored people (who in summer and autumn weather kept
astir half the night) assembled themselves together for dance or
prayer-meeting, the ghost that refused to be laid was again at
one's elbow. Rusty bolts were drawn and rusty fire-arms loaded.
A watch was set where never before had eye or ear been lent to such
a service. Peace, in short, had flown from the borders of
Virginia. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Hawthorne, Nathaniel, 1804-1864 | Add | | | Title: | The House of the Seven Gables | | | | Published: | 1994 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | HALF-WAY down a by-street of one of our New England
towns, stands a rusty wooden house, with seven acutely
peaked gables, facing towards various points of the compass, and
a huge, clustered chimney in the midst. The street is Pyncheon
street; the house is the old Pyncheon-house; and an elm-tree, of
wide circumference, rooted before the door, is familiar to every
town-born child by the title of the Pyncheon-elm. On my occasional
visits to the town aforesaid, I seldom fail to turn down
Pyncheon-street, for the sake of passing through the shadow of
these two antiquities — the great elm-tree, and the weather-beaten
edifice. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Hawthorne, Nathaniel, 1804-1864 | Add | | | Title: | Alice Doane`s Appeal | | | | Published: | 2000 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | ON A PLEASANT AFTERNOON of June, it was my good fortune to be the
companion of two young ladies in a walk. The direction of our course
being left to me, I led them neither to Legge's Hill, nor to the
Cold Spring, nor to the rude shores and old batteries of the Neck, nor
yet to Paradise; though if the latter place were rightly named, my
fair friends would have been at home there. We reached the outskirts
of the town, and turning aside from a street of tanners and
curriers, began to ascend a hill, which at a distance, by its dark
slope and the even line of its summit, resembled a green rampart along
the road. It was less steep than its aspect threatened. The eminence
formed part of an extensive tract of pasture land, and was traversed
by cow paths in various directions; but, strange to tell, though the
whole slope and summit were of a peculiarly deep green, scarce a blade
of grass was visible from the base upward. This deceitful verdure
was occasioned by a plentiful crop of "woodwax," which wears the
same dark and glossy green throughout the summer, except at one
short period, when it puts forth a profusion of yellow blossoms. At
that season, to a distant spectator, the hill appears absolutely
overlaid with gold, or covered with a glory of sunshine, even
beneath a clouded sky. But the curious wanderer on the hill will
perceive that all the grass, and everything that should nourish man or
beast, has been destroyed by this vile and ineradicable weed: its
tufted roots make the soil their own, and permit nothing else to
vegetate among them; so that a physical curse may be said to have
blasted the spot, where guilt and frenzy consummated the most
execrable scene that our history blushes to record. For this was the
field where superstition won her darkest triumph; the high place where
our fathers set up their shame, to the mournful gaze of generations
far remote. The dust of martyrs was beneath our feet. We stood on
Gallows Hill. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Hawthorne, Nathaniel, 1804-1864 | Add | | | Title: | The Ambitious Guest | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | ONE September night a family had gathered round their hearth, and
piled it high with the driftwood of mountain streams, the dry cones of
the pine, and the splintered ruins of great trees that had come
crashing down the precipice. Up the chimney roared the fire, and
brightened the room with its broad blaze. The faces of the father and
mother had a sober gladness; the children laughed; the eldest daughter
was the image of Happiness at seventeen; and the aged grandmother, who
sat knitting in the warmest place, was the image of Happiness grown
old. They had found the ``herb, heart's-ease,'' in the bleakest spot
of all New England. This family were situated in the Notch of the
White Hills, where the wind was sharp throughout the year, and
pitilessly cold in the winter,—giving their cottage all its fresh
inclemency before it descended on the valley of the Saco. They dwelt
in a cold spot and a dangerous one; for a mountain towered above their
heads, so steep, that the stones would often rumble down its sides and
startle them at midnight. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Hawthorne, Nathaniel, 1804-1864 | Add | | | Title: | The Artist of the Beautiful | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | AN elderly man, with his pretty daughter on his arm, was passing
along
the street, and emerged from the gloom of the cloudy evening into
the
light that fell across the pavement from the window of a small
shop. It
was a projecting window; and on the inside were suspended a variety
of
watches, pinchbeck, silver, and one or two of gold, all with their
faces
turned from the streets, as if churlishly disinclined to inform the
wayfarers what o'clock it was. Seated within the shop, sidelong to
the
window
with his pale face bent earnestly over some delicate piece of
mechanism
on which was thrown the concentrated lustre of a shade lamp,
appeared a
young man. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Hawthorne, Nathaniel, 1804-1864 | Add | | | Title: | The Birthmark | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | IN the latter part of the last century there lived a man of
science, an eminent proficient in every branch of natural
philosophy, who not long
before our story opens had made experience of a spiritual affinity
more attractive than any chemical one. He had left his laboratory
to the
care of
an assistant, cleared his fine countenance from the furnace smoke,
washed
the stain of acids from his fingers, and persuaded a beautiful
woman to
become his wife. In those days when the comparatively recent
discovery
of electricity and other kindred mysteries of Nature seemed to open
paths
into the region of miracle, it was not unusual for the love of
science to
rival the love of woman in its depth and absorbing energy. The
higher intellect, the imagination, the spirit, and even the heart
might all
find their
congenial aliment in pursuits which, as some of their ardent
votaries believed, would ascend from one step of powerful
intelligence to
another,
until the philosopher should lay his hand on the secret of creative
force
and perhaps make new worlds for himself. We know not whether Aylmer
possessed this degree of faith in man's ultimate control over
Nature. He
had devoted himself, however, too unreservedly to scientific
studies ever
to be weaned from them by any second passion. His love for his
young
wife might prove the stronger of the two; but it could only be by
intertwining itself with his love of science, and uniting the
strength
of the latter to his own. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Hawthorne, Nathaniel, 1804-1864 | Add | | | Title: | The Canterbury Pilgrims | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | THE summer moon, which shines in so many a tale, was beaming over
a broad extent of uneven country. Some of its brightest rays were
flung
into a spring of water, where no traveller, toiling, as the writer
has, up
the hilly road beside which it gushes, ever failed to quench his
thirst.
The work of neat hands and considerate art was visible about this
blessed
fountain. An open cistern, hewn and hollowed out of solid stone,
was
placed above the waters, which filled it to the brim, but by some
invisible
outlet were conveyed away without dripping down its sides. Though
the
basin had not room for another drop, and the continual gush of
water
made a tremor on the surface, there was a secret charm that forbade
it
to overflow. I remember, that when I had slaked my summer thirst,
and
sat panting by the cistern, it was my fanciful theory that Nature
could
not afford to lavish so pure a liquid, as she does the waters of
all meaner
fountains. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Hawthorne, Nathaniel, 1804-1864 | Add | | | Title: | The Celestial Railroad | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | NOT a great while ago, passing through the gate of dreams, I
visited that
region of the earth in which lies the famous City of Destruction.
It interested me much to learn that by the public spirit of some of
the
inhabitants a railroad has recently been established between this
populous and
flourishing town and the Celestial City. Having a little time upon
my
hands, I resolved to gratify a liberal curiosity by making a trip
thither.
Accordingly, one fine morning after paying my bill at the hotel,
and directing the porter to stow my luggage behind a coach, I took
my
seat in
the vehicle and set out for the station-house. It was my good
fortune to
enjoy the company of a gentleman—one Mr. Smooth-it-away—who,
though he had never actually visited the Celestial City, yet seemed
as
well acquainted with its laws, customs, policy, and statistics, as
with
those of the City of Destruction, of which he was a native
townsman.
Being, moreover, a director of the railroad corporation and one of
its
largest stockholders, he had it in his power to give me all
desirable information respecting that praiseworthy enterprise. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Hawthorne, Nathaniel, 1804-1864 | Add | | | Title: | David Swan | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | WE can be but partially acquainted even with the events which
actually
influence our course through life, and our final destiny. There are
innumerable other events—if such they may be called—which come
close
upon us, yet pass away without actual results, or even betraying
their
near approach, by the reflection of any light or shadow across our
minds.
Could we know all the vicissitudes of our fortunes, life would be
too full
of hope and fear, exultation or disappointment, to afford us a
single hour
of true serenity. This idea may be illustrated by a page from the
secret
history of David Swan. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Hawthorne, Nathaniel, 1804-1864 | Add | | | Title: | The Devil in Manuscript | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | ON a bitter evening of December, I arrived by mail in a large town,
which was then the residence of an intimate friend, one of those
gifted
youths who cultivate poetry and the belles-lettres, and call
themselves
students at law. My first business, after supper, was to visit him
at the
office of his distinguished instructor. As I have said, it was a
bitter night,
clear starlight, but cold as Nova Zembla,—the shop-windows along
the
street being frosted, so as almost to hide the lights, while the
wheels of
coaches thundered equally loud over frozen earth and pavements of
stone. There was no snow, either on the ground or the roofs of the
houses. The wind blew so violently, that I had but to spread my
cloak
like a main-sail, and scud along the street at the rate of ten
knots,
greatly envied by other navigators, who were beating slowly up,
with
the gale right in their teeth. One of these I capsized, but was
gone on
the wings of the wind before he could even vociferate an oath. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Hawthorne, Nathaniel, 1804-1864 | Add | | | Title: | Drowne's Wooden Image | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | ONE sunshiny morning, in the good old times of the town of Boston,
a
young carver in wood, well known by the name of Drowne, stood con-templating a large oaken log, which it was his purpose to convert
into the
figure-head of a vessel. And while he discussed within his own mind
what
sort of shape or similitude it were well to bestow upon this
excellent piece
of timber, there came into Drowne's workshop a certain Captain
Hunnewell, owner and commander of the good brig called the
Cynosure,
which
had just returned from her first voyage to Fayal. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Hawthorne, Nathaniel, 1804-1864 | Add | | | Title: | Endicott and the Red Cross | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | AT noon of on autumnal day, more than two centuries ago, the
English
colors were displayed by the standard-bearer of the Salem
trainband,
which had mustered for martial exercise under the orders of John
Endicott. It was a period when the religious exiles were accustomed
often
to buckle on their armor, and practise the handling of their
weapons of
war. Since the first settlement of New England, its prospects had
never
been so dismal. The dissensions between Charles the First and his
subjects
were then, and for several years afterwards, confined to the floor
of
Parliament. The measures of the King and ministry were rendered
more
tyrannically violent by an opposition, which had not yet acquired
sufficient confidence in its own strength to resist royal injustice
with the
sword. The bigoted and haughty primate, Laud, Archbishop of
Canterbury, controlled the religious affairs of the realm, and was
consequently
invested with powers which might have wrought the utter ruin of the
two
Puritan colonies, Plymouth and Massachusetts. There is evidence on
record that our forefathers perceived their danger, but were
resolved that
their infant country should not fall without a struggle, even
beneath the
giant strength of the King's right arm. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Hawthorne, Nathaniel, 1804-1864 | Add | | | Title: | Ethan Brand | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | BARTRAM the lime-burner, a rough, heavy-looking man, begrimed with
charcoal, sat watching his kiln at nightfall, while his little son
played at
building houses with the scattered fragments of marble, when, on
the
hill-side below them, they heard a roar of laughter, not mirthful,
but
slow, and even solemn, like a wind shaking the boughs of the
forest. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Hawthorne, Nathaniel, 1804-1864 | Add | | | Title: | The Gentle Boy | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | IN the course of the year 1656, several of the people called
Quakers, led,
as they professed, by the inward movement of the spirit, made their
appearance in New England. Their reputation, as holders of mystic
and
pernicious principles, having spread before them, the Puritans
early
endeavored to banish, and to prevent the further intrusion of the
rising
sect. But
the measures by which it was intended to purge the land of heresy,
though
more than sufficiently vigorous, were entirely unsuccessful. The
Quakers,
esteeming persecution as a divine call to the post of danger, laid
claim to
a holy courage, unknown to the Puritans themselves, who had shunned
the cross, by providing for the peaceable exercise of their
religion in a
distant wilderness. Though it was the singular fact, that every
nation of
the earth rejected the wandering enthusiasts who practised peace
towards
all men, the place of greatest uneasiness and peril, and therefore,
in their
eyes the most eligible, was the province of Massachusetts Bay. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Hawthorne, Nathaniel, 1804-1864 | Add | | | Title: | The Great Carbuncle | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | AT nightfall, once in the olden time, on the rugged side of one of
the Crystal Hills, a party of adventurers were refreshing
themselves, after
a toilsome and fruitless quest for the Great Carbuncle. They had
come
thither,
not as friends nor partners in the enterprise, but each, save one
youthful
pair, impelled by his own selfish and solitary longing for this
wondrous
gem. Their feeling of brotherhood, however, was strong enough to
induce
them to contribute a mutual aid in building a rude hut of branches,
and
kindling a great fire of shattered pines, that had drifted down the
head-long current of the Amonoosuck, on the lower bank of which
they
were to
pass the night. There was but one of their number, perhaps, who had
become so estranged from natural sympathies, by the absorbing spell
of the
pursuit, as to acknowledge no satisfaction at the sight of human
faces, in
the remote and solitary region whither they had ascended. A vast
extent of
wilderness lay between them and the nearest settlement, while a
scant
mile above their heads was that black verge where the hills throw
off their
shaggy mantle of forest trees, and either robe themselves in clouds
or
tower naked into the sky. The roar of the Amonoosuck would have
been
too awful for endurance if only a solitary man had listened, while
the
mountain stream talked with the wind. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Hawthorne, Nathaniel, 1804-1864 | Add | | | Title: | Dr. Heidegger's Experiment | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | THAT very singular man, old Dr. Heidegger, once invited four
venerable friends to meet him in his study. There were three
white-bearded gentlemen, Mr. Medbourne, Colonel Killigrew, and Mr.
Gascoigne, and a withered gentlewoman, whose name was the Widow
Wycherly. They were all melancholy old creatures, who had been
unfortunate in life, and whose greatest misfortune it was that they
were not long ago in their graves. Mr. Medbourne, in the vigor of his
age, had been a prosperous merchant, but had lost his all by a frantic
speculation, and was now little better than a mendicant. Colonel
Killigrew had wasted his best years, and his health and substance, in
the pursuit of sinful pleasures, which had given birth to a brood of
pains, such as the gout, and divers other torments of soul and body.
Mr. Gascoigne was a ruined politician, a man of evil fame, or at least
had been so till time had buried him from the knowledge of the present
generation, and made him obscure instead of infamous. As for the Widow
Wycherly, tradition tells us that she was a great beauty in her day;
but, for a long while past, she had lived in deep seclusion, on account
of certain scandalous stories which had prejudiced the gentry of the
town against her. It is a circumstance worth mentioning that each of
these three old gentlemen, Mr. Medbourne, Colonel Killigrew, and Mr.
Gascoigne, were early lovers of the Widow Wycherly, and had once been
on the point of cutting each other's throats for her sake. And, before
proceeding further, I will merely hint that Dr. Heidegger and all his
foul guests were sometimes thought to be a little beside
themselves,—as is not unfrequently the case with old people, when
worried either by present troubles or woful recollections. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Hawthorne, Nathaniel, 1804-1864 | Add | | | Title: | Mr. Higginbotham's Catastrophe | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | A YOUNG fellow, a tobacco pedlar by trade, was on his way from
Morristown, where he had dealt largely with the Deacon of the
Shaker
settlement, to the village of Parker's Falls, on Salmon River. He
had a
neat little cart, painted green, with a box of cigars depicted on
each side
panel,
and an Indian chief, holding a pipe and a golden tobacco stalk, on
the
rear. The pedlar drove a smart little mare, and was a young man of
excellent character, keen at a bargain, but none the worse liked by
the Yankees; who, as I have heard them say, would rather be shaved
with a
sharp
razor than a dull one. Especially was he beloved by the pretty
girls along
the Connecticut, whose favor he used to court by presents of the
best
smoking tobacco in his stock; knowing well that the country lasses
of
New England are generally great performers on pipes. Moreover, as
will
be seen in the course of my story, the pedlar was inquisitive, and
something of a tattler, always itching to hear the news and anxious
to
tell it
again. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Hawthorne, Nathaniel, 1804-1864 | Add | | | Title: | The Hollow of the Three Hills | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | IN those strange old times, when fantastic dreams and madmen's
reveries
were realized among the actual circumstances of life, two persons
met together at an appointed hour and place. One was a lady,
graceful in
form
and fair of feature, though pale and troubled, and smitten with an
untimely blight in what should have been the fullest bloom of her
years; the
other was an ancient and meanly-dressed woman, of ill-favored
aspect,
and so withered, shrunken, and decrepit, that even the space since
she began to decay must have exceeded the ordinary term of human
existence.
In the spot where they encountered, no mortal could observe them.
Three
little hills stood near each other, and down in the midst of them
sunk a
hollow basin, almost mathematically circular, two or three hundred
feet
in breadth, and of such depth that a stately cedar might but just
be visible
above the sides. Dwarf pines were numerous upon the hills, and
partly fringed the outer verge of the intermediate hollow, within
which
there
was nothing but the brown grass of October, and here and there a
tree
trunk that had fallen long ago, and lay mouldering with no green
successsor from its roots. One of these masses of decaying wood,
formerly
a majestic oak, rested close beside a pool of green and sluggish
water
at the
bottom of the basin. Such scenes as this (so gray tradition tells)
were
once the resort of the Power of Evil and his plighted subjects; and
here,
at midnight or on the dim verge of evening, they were said to stand
round
the mantling pool, disturbing its putrid waters in the performance
of an
impious baptismal rite. The chill beauty of an autumnal sunset was
now
gilding the three hill-tops, whence a paler tint stole down their
sides into
the hollow. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Hawthorne, Nathaniel, 1804-1864 | Add | | | Title: | John Inglefield's Thanksgiving | | | | Published: | 2000 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | On the evening of Thanksgiving Day, John Inglefield, the
blacksmith, sat in his elbow-chair, among those
who had been keeping festival at his board. Being
the central figure of the domestic circle, the
fire threw its strongest light on his massive and
sturdy frame, reddening his rough visage, so that
it looked like the head of an iron statue, all
aglow from his own forge, and with its features
rudely fashioned on his own anvil. At John
Inglefield's right hand was an empty chair. The
other places round the hearth were filled by the
members of the family, who all sat quietly, while,
with a semblance of fantastic merriment, their
shadows danced on the wall behind them. One of
the group was John Inglefield's son, who had been
bred at college, and was now a student of theology
at Andover. There was also a daughter of sixteen,
whom nobody could look at without thinking of a
rose-bud almost blossomed. The only other person
at the fireside was Robert Moore, formerly an
apprentice of the blacksmith, but now his
journeyman, and who seemed more like an own son of
John Inglefield than did the pale and slender
student. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Hawthorne, Nathaniel, 1804-1864 | Add | | | Title: | My Kinsman, Major Molineux | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | AFTER the kings of Great Britain had assumed the right of
appointing
the colonial governors, the measures of the latter seldom met with
the
ready and generous approbation which had been paid to those of
their
predecessors, under the original charters. The people looked with
most
jealous scrutiny to the exercise of power which did not emanate
from
themselves, and they usually rewarded their rulers with slender
gratitude for the compliances by which, in softening their
instructions
from
beyond the sea, they had incurred the reprehension of those who
gave
them. The annals of Massachusetts Bay will inform us, that of six
governors in the space of about forty years from the surrender of
the
old
charter, under James II., two were imprisoned by a popular
insurrection; a third, as Hutchinson inclines to believe, was
driven from
the
province by the whizzing of a musket-ball; a fourth, in the opinion
of
the same historian, was hastened to his grave by continual
bickerings
with the House of Representatives; and the remaining two, as well
as
their successors, till the Revolution, were favored with few and
brief intervals of peaceful sway. The inferior members of the court
party,
in
times of high political excitement, led scarcely a more desirable
life.
These remarks may serve as a preface to the following adventures,
which chanced upon a summer night, not far from a hundred years
ago.
The reader, in order to avoid a long and dry detail of colonial
affairs, is
requested to dispense with an account of the train of circumstances
that
had caused much temporary inflammation of the popular mind. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Hawthorne, Nathaniel, 1804-1864 | Add | | | Title: | Lady Eleanore`s Mantle | | | | Published: | 2000 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | MINE excellent friend, the landlord of the Province House,
was pleased, the other evening, to invite Mr. Tiffany and
myself to an oyster supper. This slight mark of respect
and gratitude, as he handsomely observed, was far less than
the ingenious tale-teller, and I, the humble-note-taker of
his narratives, had fairly earned, by the public notice
which our joint lucubrations had attracted to his
establishment. Many a cigar had been smoked within his
premises-many a glass of wine, or more potent aqua vita,
had been quaffed-many a dinner had been eaten by curious
strangers, who, save for the fortunate conjunction of Mr.
Tiffany and me, would never have ventured through that
darksome avenue, which gives access to the historic
precincts of the Province House. In short, if any credit be
due to the courteous assurances of Mr. Thomas Waite, we
had brought his forgotten mansion almost as effectually
into public view as if we had thrown down the vulgar range
of shoe-shops and dry-good stores, which hides its
aristocratic front from Washington Street. It may be
unadvisable, however, to speak too loudly of the increased
custom of the house, lest Mr. Waite should find it difficult
to renew the lease on so favorable terms as heretofore. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Hawthorne, Nathaniel, 1804-1864 | Add | | | Title: | Main-Street | | | | Published: | 2000 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | A respectable-looking individual makes his bow, and
addresses the public. In my daily walks along the principal street of my
native town, it has often occurred to me, that, if its growth from infancy
upward, and the vicissitude of characteristic scenes that have passed along
this thoroughfare, during the more than two centuries of its existence, could
be presented to the eye in a shifting panorama, it would be an exceedingly
effective method of illustrating the march of time. Acting on this idea, I
have contrived a certain pictorial exhibition, somewhat in the nature of a
puppet-show, by means of which I propose to call up the multiform and
many-colored Past before the spectator, and show him the ghosts of his
forefathers, amid a succession of historic incidents, with no greater trouble
than the turning of a crank. Be pleased, therefore, my indulgent patrons, to
walk into the show-room, and take your seats before yonder mysterious curtain.
The little wheels and springs of my machinery have been well oiled; a
multitude of puppets are dressed in character, representing all varieties of
fashion, from the Puritan cloak and jerkin to the latest Oak Hall coat; the
lamps are trimmed, and shall brighten into noontide sunshine, or fade away in
moonlight, or muffle their brilliancy in a November cloud, as the nature of
the scene may require; and, in short, the exhibition is just ready to
commence. Unless something should go wrong, — as, for instance, the misplacing
of a picture, whereby the people and events of one century might be thrust
into the middle of another, or the breaking of a wire, which would bring the
course of time to a sudden period, — barring, I say, the casualties to which
such a complicated piece of mechanism is liable, I flatter myself, ladies and
gentlemen, that the performance will elicit your generous approbation. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Hawthorne, Nathaniel, 1804-1864 | Add | | | Title: | The May-Pole of Merry Mount | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | BRIGHT were the days at Merry Mount, when the Maypole was the
banner staff of that gay colony! They who reared it, should their
banner be
triumphant, were to pour sunshine over New England's rugged hills,
and
scatter flower seeds throughout the soil. Jollity and gloom were
contending for an empire. Midsummer eve had come, bringing deep
verdure to
the forest, and roses in her lap, of a more vivid hue than the
tender buds
of Spring. But May, or her mirthful spirit, dwelt all the year
round at
Merry Mount, sporting with the Summer months, and revelling with
Autumn, and basking in the glow of Winter's fireside. Through a
world
of
toil and care she flitted with a dreamlike smile, and came hither
to find a
home among the lightsome hearts of Merry Mount. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Hawthorne, Nathaniel, 1804-1864 | Add | | | Title: | The Minister's Black Veil | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | THE sexton stood in the porch of Milford meeting-house, pulling
busily at
the bell-rope. The old people of the village came stooping along
the street.
Children, with bright faces, tripped merrily beside their parents,
or mimicked a graver gait, in the conscious dignity of their Sunday
clothes.
Spruce bachelors looked sidelong at the pretty maidens, and fancied
that
the Sabbath sunshine made them prettier than on week days. When the
throng had mostly streamed into the porch, the sexton began to toll
the
bell, keeping his eye on the Reverend Mr. Hooper's door. The first
glimpse of the clergyman's figure was the signal for the bell to
cease its
summons. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Hawthorne, Nathaniel, 1804-1864 | Add | | | Title: | Mrs. Bullfrog | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | IT makes me melancholy to see how like fools some very sensible
people
act in the matter of choosing wives. They perplex their judgments
by a
most undue attention to little niceties of personal appearance,
habits,
disposition, and other trifles which concern nobody but the lady
herself.
An unhappy gentleman, resolving to wed nothing short of perfection,
keeps his heart and hand till both get so old and withered that no
tolerable woman will accept them. Now this is the very height of
absurdity.
A kind Providence has so skilfully adapted sex to sex and the mass
of individuals to each other, that, with certain obvious
exceptions, any
male
and female may be moderately happy in the married state. The true
rule
is to ascertain that the match is fundamentally a good one, and
then to
take it for granted that all minor objections, should there be
such, will
vanish, if you let them alone. Only put yourself beyond hazard as
to the
real basis of matrimonial bliss, and it is scarcely to be imagined
what
miracles, in the way of recognizing smaller incongruities,
connubial love
will effect. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Hawthorne, Nathaniel, 1804-1864 | Add | | | Title: | Peter Goldthwaite's Treasure | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | ``AND SO, Peter, you won't even consider of the business?''
said Mr. John
Brown, buttoning his surtout over the snug rotundity of his person,
and
drawing on his gloves. ``You positively refuse to let me have this
crazy
old house, and the land under and adjoining, at the price named?'' | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Hawthorne, Nathaniel, 1804-1864 | Add | | | Title: | The Procession of Life | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | LIFE figures itself to me as a festal or funereal procession. All
of us have
our places, and are to move onward under the direction of the Chief
Marshal. The grand difficulty results from the invariably mistaken
principles
on which the deputy marshals seek to arrange this immense concourse
of
people, so much more numerous than those that train their
interminable
length through streets and highways in times of political
excitement.
Their scheme is ancient, far beyond the memory of man or even the
record of history, and has hitherto been very little modified by
the
innate
sense of something wrong, and the dim perception of better methods,
that
have disquieted all the ages through which the procession has taken
its
march. Its members are classified by the merest external
circumstances,
and thus are more certain to be thrown out of their true positions
than if
no principle of arrangement were attempted. In one part of the
procession
we see men of landed estate or moneyed capital gravely keeping each
other company, for the preposterous reason that they chance to have
a
similar standing in the tax-gatherer's book. Trades and professions
march
together with scarcely a more real bond of union. In this manner,
it cannot be denied, people are disentangled from the mass and
separated
into
various classes according to certain apparent relations; all have
some artificial badge which the world, and themselves among the
first,
learn to
consider as a genuine characteristic. Fixing our attention on such
outside
shows of similarity or difference, we lose sight of those realities
by which
nature, fortune, fate, or Providence has constituted for every man
a
brotherhood, wherein it is one great office of human wisdom to
classify
him. When the mind has once accustomed itself to a proper
arrangement
of the Procession of Life, or a true classification of society,
even though
merely speculative, there is thenceforth a satisfaction which
pretty well
suffices for itself without the aid of any actual reformation in
the order of
march. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Hawthorne, Nathaniel, 1804-1864 | Add | | | Title: | The Prophetic Pictures | | | | Published: | 2000 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | BUT THIS PAINTER!" cried Walter Ludlow, with animation. "He not
only excels in his peculiar art, but possesses vast acquirements in
all other learning and science. He talks Hebrew with Dr. Mather, and
gives lectures in anatomy to Dr. Boylston. In a word, he will meet the
best instructed man among us on his own ground. Moreover, he is a
polished gentleman, a citizen of the world-yes, a true cosmopolite;
for he will speak like a native of each clime and country of the globe
except our own forests, whither he is now going. Nor is all this
what I most admire in him." | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Hawthorne, Nathaniel, 1804-1864 | Add | | | Title: | Roger Malvin's Burial | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | ONE of the few incidents of Indian warfare naturally susceptible of
the
moonlight of romance was that expedition undertaken for the defence
of
the frontiers in the year 1725, which resulted in the
well-remembered
``Lovell's Fight.'' Imagination, by casting certain circumstances
judicially into the shade, may see much to admire in the heroism of
a
little band
who gave battle to twice their number in the heart of the enemy's
country. The open bravery displayed by both parties was in
accordance
with
civilized ideas of valor; and chivalry itself might not blush to
record the
deeds of one or two individuals. The battle, though so fatal to
those who
fought, was not unfortunate in its consequences to the country; for
it
broke the strength of a tribe and conduced to the peace which
subsisted
during several ensuing years. History and tradition are unusually
minute in their memorials of their affair; and the captain of a
scouting party
of frontier men has acquired as actual a military renown as many a
victorious leader of thousands. Some of the incidents contained in
the
following pages will be recognized, notwithstanding the
substitution
of fictitious names, by such as have heard, from old men's lips,
the fate
of the
few combatants who were in a condition to retreat after ``Lovell's
Fight.'' | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Hawthorne, Nathaniel, 1804-1864 | Add | | | Title: | The Shaker Bridal | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | ONE day, in the sick chamber of Father Ephraim, who had been forty
years the presiding elder over the Shaker settlement at Goshen,
there was
an assemblage of several of the chief men of the sect. Individuals
had come
from the rich establishment at Lebanon, from Canterbury, Harvard,
and
Alfred, and from all the other localities where this strange people
have
fertilized the rugged hills of New England by their systematic
industry.
An elder was likewise there, who had made a pilgrimage of a
thousand
miles from a village of the faithful in Kentucky, to visit his
spiritual kindred, the children of the sainted mother Ann. He had
partaken of
the
homely abundance of their tables, had quaffed the far-famed Shaker
cider, and had joined in the sacred dance, every step of which is
believed to
alienate the enthusiast from earth, and bear him onward to heavenly
purity and bliss. His brethren of the north had now courteously
invited him
to be present on an occasion, when the concurrence of every eminent
member of their community was peculiarly desirable. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Hawthorne, Nathaniel, 1804-1864 | Add | | | Title: | The Snow-Image: A Childish Miracle | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | One afternoon of a cold winter's day, when the sun
shone forth with chilly brightness, after a long storm,
two children asked leave of their mother to run out and
play in the new-fallen snow. The elder child was a
little girl, whom, because she was of a tender and modest
disposition, and was thought to be very beautiful, her
parents, and other people who were familiar with her,
used to call Violet. But her brother was known by the
style and title of Peony, on account of the ruddiness of
his broad and round little phiz, which made everybody
think of sunshine and great scarlet flowers. The father
of these two children, a certain Mr. Lindsey, it is
important to say, was an excellent but exceedingly matter
of fact sort of man, a dealer in hardware, and was
sturdily accustomed to take what is called the
common-sense view of all matters that came
under his consideration. With a heart about as tender as
other people's, he had a head as hard and impenetrable,
and therefore, perhaps, as empty, as one of the iron pots
which it was a part of his business to sell. The
mother's character, on the other hand, had a strain of
poetry in it, a trait of unworldly beauty,—a delicate
and dewy flower, as it were, that had survived out of her
imaginative youth, and still kept itself alive amid the
dusty realities of matrimony and motherhood. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Hawthorne, Nathaniel, 1804-1864 | Add | | | Title: | The Great Stone Face | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | ONE afternoon, when the sun was going down, a mother and her little
boy sat at the door of their cottage, talking about the Great Stone
Face.
They had but to lift their eyes, and there it was plainly to be
seen,
though miles away, with the sunshine brightening all its features. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Hawthorne, Nathaniel, 1804-1864 | Add | | | Title: | Wakefield | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | IN some old magazine or newspaper I recollect a story, told as
truth, of a
man—let us call him Wakefield—who absented himself for a long
time
from his wife. The fact, thus abstractedly stated, is not very
uncommon,
nor—without a proper distinction of circumstances—to be condemned
either as naughty or nonsensical. Howbeit, this, though far from
the most
aggravated, is perhaps the strangest, instance on record, of
marital delinquency; and, moreover, as remarkable a freak as may be
found in
the
whole list of human oddities. The wedded couple lived in London.
The
man, under pretence of going a journey, took lodgings in the next
street
to his own house, and there, unheard of by his wife or friends, and
without the shadow of a reason for such self-banishment, dwelt
upwards
of
twenty years. During that period, he beheld his home every day, and
frequently the forlorn Mrs. Wakefield. And after so great a gap in
his
matrimonial felicity—when his death was reckoned certain, his
estate
settled,
his name dismissed from memory, and his wife, long, long ago,
resigned to
her autumnal widowhood—he entered the door one evening, quietly,
as
from a day's absence, and became a loving spouse till death. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Hawthorne, Nathaniel, 1804-1864 | Add | | | Title: | The Wedding Knell | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | THERE is a certain church in the city of New York which I have
always
regarded with peculiar interest, on account of a marriage there
solemnized, under very singular circumstances, in my grandmother's
girlhood.
That venerable lady chanced to be a spectator of the scene, and
ever after
made it her favorite narrative. Whether the edifice now standing on
the
same site be the identical one to which she referred, I am not
antiquarian
enough to know; nor would it be worth while to correct myself,
perhaps,
of an agreeable error, by reading the date of its erection on the
tablet over
the door. It is a stately church, surrounded by an inclosure of the
loveliest
green, within which appear urns, pillars, obelisks, and other forms
of
monumental marble, the tributes of private affection, or more
splendid
memorials of historic dust. With such a place, though the tumult of
the
city rolls beneath its tower, one would be willing to connect some
legendary interest. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Hawthorne, Nathaniel, 1804-1864 | Add | | | Title: | Young Goodman Brown | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | YOUNG Goodman Brown came forth at sunset into the street at Salem
village; but put his head back, after crossing the threshold, to
exchange a
parting kiss with his young wife. And Faith, as the wife was aptly
named,
thrust her own pretty head into the street, letting the wind play
with the
pink ribbons of her cap while she called to Goodman Brown. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Henry, Patrick | Add | | | Title: | The War Inevitable (Give Me Liberty or Give Me Death!) | | | | Published: | 1994 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | They tell us, Sir, that we are weak — unable to cope with so
formidable an adversary. But when shall we be stronger? Will
it be the next week, or the next year? Will it be when we are
totally disarmed, and when a British guard shall be stationed
in every house? Shall we gather strength by irresolution and
inaction? Shall we acquire the means of effectual resistance
by lying supinely on our backs, and hugging the delusive phantom
of hope, until our enemies shall have bound us hand and
foot? Sir, we are not weak, if we make a proper use of
those means which the God of nature hath placed in our
power. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Hen-Toh (Wyandot), B.N.O. Walker | Add | | | Title: | Yon-Doo-Shah-We-Ah (Nubbins), A Modern Text and Facsimile Edition | | | | Published: | 2005 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | In his 1988 essay, Indian/White Relations: A View from the Other Side of
the Frontier, Alfonso Ortiz asserts that American history is written
strictly from the white man's perspective. While an American culture was being
established, the cultures of the Native American were totally distorted. In
fact, the European invaders tried to destroy that culture under the guise of
trying to assimilate or Christianize
the Native American in to the European culture. To have a true history of this
land, the records must be written by all participants. In his essay, Ortiz laid
out a model that would present people with a more accurate view of American
history. Part of that model demanded that the historical values of oral
traditions must be respected. As well, Ortiz felt it the duty of Native
Americans to take on roles as historians and to accept the challenge to seek
out, gather, and present accurate portrayals of history.[1] | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | H. H. | Add | | | Title: | The Wards of the United States Government | | | | Published: | 1998 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | THAT the Indians should be called "wards" of the United States
Government, would seem a natural thing, significant of the natural
relation between the United States Government and the Indian. The
dictionary definition of the word "ward" is "one under a guardian,"
and of the word "guardian," a "protector." For white orphans under
age, guardians are appointed by law; and the same law defines the
duties and sets limit to the authority of such appointed guardians.
The guardianship comes to end when the orphan ward is of age.
This is one important difference between the white "wards" in our
country, and Indian "wards." The Indian "ward" never comes of
age. There are other differences, greater even than this; in fact, so
great that the term "ward" applied to the Indian, savors of a satire as
bitter as it was involuntary and unconscious on the part of the
Supreme Court, which, I believe, first used the epithet, or, if it did
not first use it, has used it since, as a convenient phrase of
"conveyance" of rights, not to the Indian, but from him; to define,
not what he might hope for, but what he must not expect; not what
he is, but what he is not; not what he may do, but what, being a
"ward," he is forever debarred from doing. Among other things, he
may not make a contract with a white man, unless through his
guardian, the Government. He may not hire an attorney to bring
any suit for him, unless by consent of his guardian, the Government.
Strangely enough, however, though as an individual he cannot make
a contract or bring a suit, he has, until six years ago, always been
considered fit, as a member of a tribe, to make a treaty; i. e.,
if the treaty were with the United States Government, his guardian. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Higginson, Thomas Wentworth, 1823-1911 | Add | | | Title: | Helen Jackson | | | | Published: | 1999 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | THE news of the death of Mrs. Helen Jackson — better known as
"H. H." — will probably carry a pang of regret into more American
homes than similar intelligence in regard to any other woman, with
the possible exception of Mrs. H. B. Stowe, who belongs to an
earlier literary generation. With this last-named exception, no
American woman has produced literary work of such marked
ability. Her fame was limited by the comparatively late period at
which she began to write, and by her preference for a somewhat
veiled and disguised way of writing. It is hard for two initial letters
to cross the Atlantic, and she had therefore no European fame; and
as she took apparently a real satisfaction in concealing her identity
and mystifying her public, it is very likely that the authorship of
some of her best prose work will never be absolutely known.
Enough remained, however, to give her a peculiar both hold upon
thoughtful and casual readers. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Himes, John A. | Add | | | Title: | Milton's Angels | | | | Published: | 1997 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | IN an article on the Plan of Paradise Lost, published in
this periodical, March, 1883, the writer had occasion to speak of
certain characteristics of Milton's supernatural beings. A systematic
account of these beings did not come within the scope of that paper,
but the interest of the subject may perhaps make its separate
treatment from a new standpoint not unwelcome. Other writers have
considered Milton's angels mainly as products of literary art; I wish
to examine them as products of thought, giving attention to the inner
meaning rather than to the outward form. Convinced that there has
already been too much unintelligent criticism, I venture upon the far
more difficult and in some respects perilous task of interpretation.
With little to say about the soundness or the propriety of the poet's
methods and opinions, I shall content myself with inquiring what they
are. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Himes, John A. | Add | | | Title: | The Plan of Paradise Lost | | | | Published: | 1997 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | IN all the attempts to trace the origin of Paradise Lost to
the Caedmon, to Andreini, to Grotius, to Du Bartas, and to a score of
others, no claim, so far as I am aware, has been advanced to having
found in any, or in all, of them the entire plan upon which Milton
worked and which he filled out. Caedmon is said to have helped here,
Andreini there, and Du Bartas in a third place, but no one of them and
not all of them together give in any just sense an explanation of the
existence of the great English epic. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Hodgson, Fannie E. | Add | | | Title: | One Day at Arle | | | | Published: | 1994 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | ONE day at Arle — a tiny scattered fishing hamlet on the north-western English coast — there stood at the door of one of the
cottages near the shore a woman leaning against the lintel-post and
looking out: a woman who would have been apt to attract a
stranger's eye, too — a woman young and handsome. This was what a
first glance would have taken in; a second would have been apt to
teach more and leave a less pleasant impression. She was young
enough to have been girlish, but she was not girlish in the least.
Her tall, lithe, well-knit figure was braced against the door-post
with a tense sort of strength; her handsome face was just at this
time as dark and hard in expression as if she had been a woman with
years of bitter life behind her; her handsome brows were knit, her
lips were set; from head to foot she looked unyielding and stern of
purpose. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Homer | Add | | | Title: | The Iliad of Homer | | | | Published: | 2004 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | Sing, goddess, the wrath of Achilles Peleus' son, the ruinous wrath that
brought on the Achaians woes innumerable, and hurled down into Hades
many strong souls of heroes, and gave their bodies to be a prey to dogs
and all winged fowls; and so the counsel of Zeus wrought out its
accomplishment from the day when first strife parted Atreides king of
men and noble Achilles. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Howells, W. D. | Add | | | Title: | "Mr. Charles W. Chesnutt's Stories." | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | THE critical reader of the story called The Wife of his Youth,
which appeared in these pages two years ago, must have noticed
uncommon traits in what was altogether a remarkable piece of work.
The first was the novelty of the material; for the writer dealt not
only with people who were not white, but with people who were not
black enough to contrast grotesquely with white people,—who in
fact were of that near approach to the ordinary American in race
and color which leaves, at the last degree, every one but the
connoisseur in doubt whether they are Anglo-Saxon or Anglo-African.
Quite as striking as this novelty of the material was the author's
thorough mastery of it, and his unerring knowledge of the life he
had chosen in its peculiar racial characteristics. But above all,
the story was notable for the passionless handling of a phase of
our common life which is tense with potential tragedy; for the
attitude, almost ironical, in which the artist observes the play of
contesting emotions in the drama under his eyes; and for his
apparently reluctant, apparently helpless consent to let the
spectator know his real feeling in the matter. Any one accustomed
to study methods in fiction, to distinguish between good and bad
art, to feel the joy which the delicate skill possible only from a
love of truth can give, must have known a high pleasure in the
quiet self-restraint of the performance; and such a reader would
probably have decided that the social situation in the piece was
studied wholly from the outside, by an observer with special
opportunities for knowing it, who was, as it were, surprised into
final sympathy. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Howard, General O. O. | Add | | | Title: | The True Story of the Wallowa Campaign | | | | Published: | 1998 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | ON reading in the "North American Review" for April the
article entitled "An Indian's View of Indian Affairs," I was so
pleased with Joseph's statement — necessarily ex parte
though it was, and naturally inspired by resentment toward me as a
supposed enemy — that at first I had no purpose of making a
rejoinder. But when I saw in the "Army and Navy Journal" long
passages quoted from Joseph's tale, which appeared to reflect
unfavorably upon my official conduct, to lay upon me the blame of
the atrocious murders committed by the Indians, and to convict me
of glaring faults where I had deemed myself worthy only of
commendation, I addressed to the editor of that journal a
communication (which has been published) correcting
misstatements, and briefly setting forth the facts of the case. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Hume, David | Add | | | Title: | Of the First Principles of Government | | | | Published: | 2002 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | Nothing appears more surprising to those, who consider human
affairs with a philosophical eve, than the easiness with which
the many are governed by the few; and the implicit submission,
with which men resign their own sentiments and passions to those
of their rulers. When we enquire by what means this wonder is
effected, we shall find, that, as FORCE is always on the side of
the governed, the governors have nothing to support them but
opinion. It is therefore, on opinion only that government is
founded; and this maxim extends to the most despotic and most
military governments, as well as to the most free and most
popular. The soldan of EGYPT, or the emperor of ROME, might drive
his harmless subjects, like brute beasts, against their
sentiments and inclination: But he must, at least, have led his
mamalukes, or praetorian bands, like men, by their opinion. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Gov. Thomas Hutchinson | Add | | | Title: | THE WITCHCRAFT DELUSION OF 1692 | | | | Published: | 2001 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | IN May last I had occasion to consult the original manuscript of Gov.
Hutchinson’s second volume of the History of Massachusetts, which, it
is well known, is among the Hutchinson papers in the State archives in Boston. I
had never before seen the manuscript, and did not readily find the passage of
which I was in search. The first portion of the manuscript seemed to be missing,
and its place was supplied by matter which belonged to the Appendix. My first
inpression [sic] was that the missing sheets were those which
Gov. Hutchinson did not recover after the stamp-act riot of 1765. Finding the
matter of the Appendix out of place, suggested that the volume might have been
carelessly arranged for binding. On collating the manuscript the early portion
was found in another part of the volume. This was the copy used by the printers. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Haggard, H. Rider | Add | | | Title: | Montezuma's Daughter | | | | Published: | 2001 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | Now glory be to God who has given us the victory! It is true, the strength of
Spain is shattered, her ships are sunk or fled, the sea has swallowed her
soldiers and her sailors by hundreds and by thousands, and England breathes
again. They came to conquer, to bring us to the torture and the stake--to do to
us free Englishmen as Cortes did by the Indians of Anahuac. Our manhood to the
slave bench, our daughters to dishonour, our souls to the loving-kindness of the
priest, our wealth to the Emperor and the Pope! God has answered them with his
winds, Drake has answered them with his guns. They are gone, and with them the
glory of Spain. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Haldeman-Julius, Emanuel and Anna Marcet Haldeman-Julius | Add | | | Title: | Dust | | | | Published: | 1997 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | DUST was piled in thick, velvety folds on the weeds and grass of the open Kansas
prairie; it lay, a thin veil on the scrawny black horses and the sharp-boned cow
picketed near a covered wagon; it showered to the ground in little clouds as Mrs.
Wade, a tall, spare woman, moved about a camp-fire, preparing supper in a sizzling
skillet, huge iron kettle and blackened coffee-pot. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Harrison, James A. ; William. E. Peters ; R. Heath Dabney | Add | | | Title: | Address to the Students of the University of Virginia | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | THE TERRIBLE CALAMITY of Sunday, October 27th, has left the main building
of our
revered and beloved Alma Mater in ruins. The historic monuments of three-quarters of
a
century have been obliterated by the fury of the flames in a few hours, and nothing is
left of
our great Rotunda, our Public Hall, our Old Chapel, and our Academic Halls and
Lecture-Rooms,
hallowed by so many recollections precious to us all, except blackened walls. In this
unspeakable
calamity all that remains to us except brave hearts and unbroken spirits is the memory of
the gallant
and heroic conduct of the entire student body, without which nothing could have been
saved from
the Library and the Scientific halls in and adjacent to the Rotunda. We therefore desire,
on behalf of the
Faculty, to express to you collectively and individually, one and all, our profoundest
gratitude and our
warmest praise for your noble and admirable demeanor on this trying occasion, for your
intense sym-
pathy with us in our irreparable losses, and your manly and self-sacrificing co-operation in our endeavors
to save something from the wreck, and rehabilitate the great institution consecrated by
the name of
Jefferson. We are perfectly sure that every man, every student, will continue to do his
whole duty in
the same splendid spirit of devotion to Alma Mater; that all will nobly stand by us in our
misfortune;
that all will work gladly and gallantly together without murmur and without complaint,
and soon we
shall behold our great Mother rising before us statelier, stronger than ever, the glory of
Virginia, the
glory of the entire South. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Higginson, Thomas Wentworth, 1823-1911 | Add | | | Title: | Malbone: an Oldport romance | | | | Published: | 1997 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | AS one wanders along this southwestern promontory of the Isle of Peace, and looks
down upon the green translucent water which forever bathes the marble slopes of the
Pirates' Cave, it is natural to think of the ten wrecks with which the past winter
has strewn this shore. Though almost all trace of their presence is already gone, yet
their mere memory lends to these cliffs a human interest. Where a stranded vessel
lies, thither all steps converge, so long as one plank remains upon another. There
centres the emotion. All else is but the setting, and the eye sweeps with
indifference the line of unpeopled rocks. They are barren, till the imagination has
tenanted them with possibilities of danger and dismay. The ocean provides the scenery
and properties of a perpetual tragedy, but the interest arrives with the performers.
Till then the shores remain vacant, like the
great conventional arm-chairs of the French drama, that wait for Rachel to come and
die. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Hobbes, Thomas, 1588-1679 | Add | | | Title: | Philosophicall rudiments concerning government and society. Or, a dissertation concerning man in his severall habitudes and respects, as the member of a
society, first secular, and then sacred. Containing the elements of civill politie in the agreement which it hath both with naturall and divine lawes. In which is
demonstrated, both what the origine of justice is, and wherein the essence of Christian religion doth consist. Together with the nature, limits, and qualifications both
of regiment and subjection. | | | | Published: | 2002 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Similar Items: | Find |
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