| | 381 | Author: | Hapgood, Isabel F. | Requires cookie* | | | 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 |
| 383 | Author: | Anonymous | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Three Noted Chiefs of the Sioux | | | | Published: | 1994 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | THE delusion of the coming of the Messiah among the Indians of
the Northwest, with the resulting ceremony known as the ghost
dance, is indicative of greater danger of an Indian war in that
region than has existed since 1876. Never before have diverse
Indian tribes been so generally united upon a single idea. The
conspiracy of Pontiac and the arrayment of savage forces by
Tecumseh are insignificant by comparison. The conditions do not
exist that ordinarily have led to wars upon the Western frontier.
The peril of the situation lies in the fanaticism which may carry
the superstitious and excitable Indian to the point of hostilities
in defiance of all hope of ultimate success; and the uncertainty of
this element baffles the judgment of the oldest frontiersman, in
the effort to determine the extent of the danger. A single spark
in the tinder of excited religious gatherings may precipitate an
Indian war more sanguinary than any similar war that has ever
occurred. The hope of peace lies in the judicious display of
force, united with conciliation, by the United States authorities,
helped by the coming of severely cold weather, which would make an
outbreak obviously hopeless, and allow time for the delusion to
dissipate. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 385 | Author: | Anonymous | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Chief Joseph | | | | Published: | 1994 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | SCULPTURE labors under the disadvantage of having in most
cases to carry out a subject or make a likeness at the bidding of
some one else besides the artist himself. In painting there is
more chance for an independent choice of topic, though the painted
portrait is usually undertaken under the same hampering bonds.
Luckily Mr. Olin I. Warner, while travelling in the West, happened
to be on the Cherokee Reservation when Chief Joseph, the famous
leader of the Nez Perces, was expected at army head-quarters. He
waited until the old chief arrived, and used such arguments that in
the course of several sittings he obtained the bass-relief
medallion which is here to be seen [illustration omitted]. It was
shown at the National Academy last spring, but hardly received the
place and the attention it deserved. The portrait is a true labor
of love on the part of the sculptor, and while it gives one of the
many types of our North-American Indians, is said to be an
excellent likeness of the warrior. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 386 | Author: | Harvey, Charles M. | Requires cookie* | | | 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 |
| 387 | Author: | Harrison, C. C. | Requires cookie* | | | 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 |
| 388 | Author: | Hawthorne, Nathaniel, 1804-1864 | Requires cookie* | | | 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 |
| 389 | Author: | Hawthorne, Nathaniel, 1804-1864 | Requires cookie* | | | 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 |
| 390 | Author: | Hawthorne, Nathaniel, 1804-1864 | Requires cookie* | | | 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 |
| 391 | Author: | Hawthorne, Nathaniel, 1804-1864 | Requires cookie* | | | 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 |
| 392 | Author: | Hawthorne, Nathaniel, 1804-1864 | Requires cookie* | | | 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 |
| 393 | Author: | Hawthorne, Nathaniel, 1804-1864 | Requires cookie* | | | 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 |
| 394 | Author: | Hawthorne, Nathaniel, 1804-1864 | Requires cookie* | | | 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 |
| 395 | Author: | Hawthorne, Nathaniel, 1804-1864 | Requires cookie* | | | 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 |
| 396 | Author: | Hawthorne, Nathaniel, 1804-1864 | Requires cookie* | | | 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 |
| 397 | Author: | Hawthorne, Nathaniel, 1804-1864 | Requires cookie* | | | 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 |
| 399 | Author: | Hawthorne, Nathaniel, 1804-1864 | Requires cookie* | | | 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 |
| 400 | Author: | Hawthorne, Nathaniel, 1804-1864 | Requires cookie* | | | 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 |
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