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1Author:  Wheatley Phillis 1753-1784Add
 Title:  Poem addressed, by Philis (a young Affrican, of surprising genius) to a gentleman of the navy, with his reply  
 Published:  2007 
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 Description: For the Royal American Magazine.
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2Author:  unknownAdd
 Title:  Studies in bibliography  
 Published:  2007 
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 Description: At the opening panel of the 2001 conference of the Society for Textual Scholarship, some interesting remarks about copy-text were delivered by John Unsworth, a member of the Modern Language Association's Committee on Scholarly Editions (CSE). Unsworth said that he had originally planned to tell his audience that "the Greg-Bowers theory of editing" or "copy-text theory" had once enjoyed "hegemony within the CSE," but no longer did, owing to challenges from outside the Greg-Bowers school, where the focus was on other "periods, languages, and editorial circumstances." Unsworth submitted this thesis to Robert H. Hirst, the chair of the CSE at the time, for his thoughts, and reported receiving the following reply:
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3Author:  Bruce William Cabell 1860-1946Add
 Title:  John Randolph of Roanoke, 1773-1833  
 Published:  2007 
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 Description: When Randolph reached Richmond on his return from Russia to Roanoke, he was so ill that he had to take to his bed; and to bed or room he was confined until a day or so before the first Monday in November, when he found himself strong enough to proceed to Charlotte Court House and to address the people there on that day. On the second Monday of November, he addressed the people of Buckingham County, and on the third Monday of November the people of Prince Edward County; and he was prevented by rain only from addressing the people of Cumberland County on the fourth Monday of November.1 1Nov. 27, 1831, Jackson Papers, v. 79, Libr. Cong. "1. Resolved, that, while we retain a grateful sense of the many services rendered by Andrew Jackson, Esq., to the United States, we owe it to our country and to our posterity to make our solemn protest against many of the doctrines of his late proclamation. Just as I mounted my horse on Monday morning at Washington, your truly welcome and friendly letter was put into my hands. I arrived here this evening a little before sunset, after a ride on horseback of thirty-five miles. Pretty well, you'll say, for a man whose lungs are bleeding, and with a `church-yard cough,' which gives so much pleasure to some of your New York editors of newspapers. . . . I am never so easy as when in the saddle. Nevertheless, if `a gentleman' (we are all gentlemen now-a-days) who received upwards of £300 sterling for me merely to hand it over, had not embezzled it by applying it to his own purposes, I should be a passenger with you on the eighth. I tried to raise the money by the sale of some property, that only twelve months ago I was teased to part from (lots and houses in Farmville, seventy miles above Petersburgh, on Appomattox river), but could not last week get a bid for it. Such is the poverty, abject poverty and distress of this whole country. I have known land (part of it good and wood land) sell for one dollar an acre, that, ten years ago, would have commanded ten dollars, and last year five or six. Four fine negroes sold for three hundred and fifty dollars, and so in proportion. But I must quit the wretched subject. My pay, as a member of Congress, is worth more than my best and most productive plantation, for which, a few years ago, I could have got eighty thousand dollars, exclusive of slaves and stock. I gave, a few years since, twenty-seven thousand dollars for an estate. It had not a house or a fence upon it. After putting it in fine order, I found that, so far from my making one per cent, or one-half or one-fourth of one per cent, it does not clear expenses by about seven hundred and fifty dollars per annum, over and above all the crops. Yet, I am to be taxed for the benefit of wool-spinners, &c., to destroy the whole navigating interest of the United States; and we find representatives from New-Bedford, and Cape Ann, and Marblehead, and Salem, and Newburyport, voting for this, if they can throw the molasses overboard to lighten the ship Tariff. She is a pirate under a black flag."1 1The New Mirror, v. 2, 71, Nov. 4, 1843. "I do not remember in any `letters from the South' a description of a Virginia court-day, and, as I know of nothing which exhibits in more lively colours the distinctive traits of the State character, I will employ a little time in sketching a scene of this kind, which presented itself on Monday, the 2d of April. The court of Charlotte Co. is regularly held upon the first Monday of every month, and there is usually a large concourse of people. This was an occasion of peculiar interest, as elections for Congress and the State Legislature were then to take place. As the day was fine, I preferred walking, to the risk of having my horse alarmed, and driven away by the hurly-burly of such an assemblage. In making my way along the great road, which leads from my lodgings to the place of public resort, I found it all alive with the cavalcades of planters and country-folk going to the raree show. A stranger would be forcibly struck with the perfect familiarity with which all ranks were mingling in conversation, as they moved along upon their fine pacing horses. Indeed, this sort of equality exists to a greater degree here than in any country with which I am acquainted. Here were young men, whose main object seemed to be the exhibition of their spirited horses, of the true race breed, and their equestrian skill. The great majority of persons were dressed in domestic, undyed cloth, partly from economy, and partly from a State pride, which leads many of our most wealthy men, in opposing the tariff, to reject all manufactures which are protected by the Government. A man would form a very incorrect estimate of the worldly circumstances of a Virginia planter who should measure his finances by the fineness of his coat. When I came near to the village, I observed hundreds of horses tied to the trees of a neighbouring grove, and further on could descry an immense and noisy multitude covering the space around the courthouse. In one quarter, near the taverns, were collected the mob, whose chief errand is to drink and quarrel. In another, was exhibited a fair of all kinds of vendibles, stalls of mechanics and tradesmen, eatables and drinkables, with a long line of Yankee wagons, which are never wanting on these occasions. The loud cries of salesmen, vending wares at public auction, were mingled with the vociferation of a stump orator, who, in the midst of a countless crowd, was advancing his claims as a candidate for the House of Delegates. I threaded my way into this living mass, for the purpose of hearing the oration. A grey-headed man was discoursing upon the necessity of amending the State Constitution, and defending the propriety of calling a convention. His elocution was good, and his arguments very plausible, especially when he dwelt upon the very unequal representation in Virginia. This, however, happens to be the unpopular side of the question in our region and the populace, while they respected the age and talents of the man showed but faint signs of acquiescence. The candidate, upon retiring from the platform on which he had stood, was followed by a rival, who is well known as his standing opponent. The latter kept the people in a roar of laughter by a kind of dry humour which is peculiar to himself. Although far inferior to the other in abilities and learning, he excels him in all those qualities which go to form the character of a demagogue. He appealed to the interests of the planters and slave owners, he turned into ridicule all the arguments of the former speaker, and seemed to make his way to the hearts of the people. He was succeeded by the candidate for the Senate, Henry A. Watkins, of Prince Edward, a man of great address and suavity of manner; his speech was short but pungent and efficient, and, although he lost his election, he left a most favourable impression upon the public mind. We had still another address from one of the late delegates who proposed himself again as a candidate. Before commencing his oration, he announced to the people that, by a letter from Mr. Randolph, he was informed that we should not have the pleasure of seeing that gentleman, as he was confined to his bed by severe illness. This was a sore disappointment. It was generally expected that Mr. R. would have been present, and I had cherished the hope of hearing him once in my life. It would give you no satisfaction for me to recount to you the several topics of party politics upon which the several speakers dilated. We proceeded (or rather as many as could, proceeded) to the courthouse, where the polls were opened. The candidates, six in number, were ranged upon the Justices' bench, the clerks were seated below, and the election began, viva voce. The throng and confusion were great, and the result was that Mr. Randolph was unanimously elected for Congress, Col. Wyatt for the Senate, and the two former members to the Legislature of the State. After the election, sundry petty squabbles took place among the persons who had been opposing one another in the contest. Towards night, a scene of unspeakable riot took place; drinking and fighting drove away all thought of politics and many a man was put to bed disabled by wounds and drunkenness. This part of Virginia has long been celebrated for its breed of horses. There is scrupulous attention paid to the preservation of the immaculate English blood. Among the crowd on this day, were snorting and rearing fourteen or fifteen stallions, some of which were indeed fine specimens of that noble creature. Among the rest, Mr. Randolph's celebrated English horse, Roanoke, who is nine years old, and has never been `backed.' That which principally contributes to this great collection of people on our court days is the fact that all public business and all private contracts are settled at this time. All notes are made payable on these days, &c., &c. But you must be tired with Charlotte Court; I am sure that I am."1 1Mar. 13, 1827, 40 Yrs.' Familiar Letters, v. 1, 98. When, at my departure from Morrisania, in your sister's presence, I bade you remember the past, I was not apprised of the whole extent of your guilty machinations. I had nevertheless seen and heard enough in the course of my short visit to satisfy me that your own dear experience had availed nothing toward the amendment of your life. My object was to let you know that the eye of man as well as of that God, of whom you seek not, was upon you—to impress upon your mind some of your duty towards your husband, and, if possible, to rouse some dormant spark of virtue, if haply any such should slumber in your bosom. The conscience of the most hardened criminal has, by a sudden stroke, been alarmed into repentance and contrition. Yours, I perceive, is not made of penetrable stuff. Unhappy woman, why will you tempt the forbearance of that Maker who has, perhaps, permitted you to run your course of vice and sin that you might feel it to be a life of wretchedness, alarm and suspicion? You now live in the daily and nightly dread of discovery. Detection itself can hardly be worse. Some of the proofs of your guilt, (you know to which of them I allude); those which in despair you sent me through Dr. Meade on your leaving Virginia; those proofs, I say, had not been produced against you had you not falsely used my name in imposing upon the generous man to whose arms you have brought pollution! to whom next to my unfortunate brother you were most indebted, and whom next to him you have most deeply injured. You told Mr. Morris that I had offered you marriage subsequent to your arraignment for the most horrible of crimes, when you were conscious that I never at any time made such proposals. You have, therefore, released me from any implied obligation, (with me it would have been sacred; notwithstanding you laid no injunction of the sort upon me, provided you had respected my name and decently discharged your duties to your husband) to withhold the papers from the inspection of all except my own family. "My husband yesterday communicated to me for the first time your letter of the last of October, together with that which accompanied it, directed to him. "This is possibly the last letter that you shall receive from me until I am liberated from my prison-house. Nine hours quill driving per day is too much. I give up all my correspondents for a time, even your Uncle Henry. I must not kill myself outright. Business, important business, now demands every faculty of my soul and body. If I fail, if I perish, I shall have fallen in a noble cause—not the cause of my country only but a dearer one even than that—the cause of my friend and colleague [Tazewell]. Had he been here, I should never have suffered and done what I have done and suffered for his sake; and what I would not undergo again for anything short of the Kingdom of Heaven. You mistake my character altogether. I am not ambitious; I have no thirst for power. That is ambition. Or for the fame that newspapers etc. can confer. There is nothing worldly worth having (save a real friend and that I have had) but the love of an amiable and sensible woman; one who loves with heart and not with her head out of romances and plays. That I once had. It is gone never to return, and it changed and became—my God! To what vile uses do we come at last! I now refer you to the scene in Shakespeare, first part of Henry IV at Warworth Castle, where Lady Percy comes in upon Hotspur who had been reading the letter of his candid friend. Read the whole of it from the soliloquy to the end of it. `This (I borrow his words) is no world to play with mammets and to tilt with lips.' It is for fribbles and Narcissus and [illegible], idle worthless drones who encumber the lap of society, who never did and never will do anything but admire themselves in a glass, or look at their own legs; it is for them to skulk when friends and country are in danger. Hector and Hotspur must take the field and go to the death. The volcano is burning me up and, as Calanthe died dancing, so may I die speaking. But my country and my friends shall never see my back in the field of danger or the hour of death. Continue to write to me but do not expect an answer until my engagements of duty are fulfilled."1 1Bryan MSS. "I write not only because you request it, but because it seems to fill up a half hour in my tedious day. No life can be more cheerless than mine. Shall I give you a specimen? One day serves for all. At daybreak, I take a large tumbler of milk warm from the cow, after which, but not before, I get a refreshing nap. I rise as late as possible on system and walk before breakfast about half a mile. After breakfast, I ride over the same beaten track and return `too weary for my dinner,' which I eat without appetite, to pass away the time. Before dark, I go to bed, after having drunk the best part of a bottle of Madeira, or the whole of a bottle of Hermitage. Wine is my chief support. There is no variety in my life; even my morning's walk is over the same ground; weariness and lassitude are my portion. I feel deserted by the whole world, and a more dreary and desolate existence than mine was never known by man. Even our incomparably fine weather has no effect upon my spirits."2 2Bryan MSS. I am glad to learn that you are cheerful and happy. This used to be the season of gladness and joy. But times are changed now. I am well aware that I have changed not less, and that no degree of merriment and festivity would excite in me the same hilarity that I used to feel. But, laying that consideration aside, or rather, after making the most ample allowance for it, I cannot be deceived in the fact that we are an altered people, and altered in my estimation sadly for the worse. The very slaves have become almost forgetful of their Saturnalia. Where now are the rousing `Christmas Fires' and merry, kind-hearted greetings of the by-gone times? On this day, it used to be my pride to present my mother with not less than a dozen partridges for an ample pie. The young people [became] merry and the old cheerful. I scratched a few lines to you on Thursday (I think) or Friday, while lying in my bed. I am now out of it, and somewhat better; but I still feel the barb rankling in my side. Whether, or not, it be owing to the debility brought on by disease, I can't contemplate the present and future condition of my country without dismay and utter hopelessness. I trust that I am not one of those who (as was said of a certain great man) are always of the opinion of the book last read. But I met with a passage in a review (Edinburgh) of the works and life of Machiavelli that strikes me with great force as applicable to the whole country south of Patapsco: `It is difficult to conceive any situation more painful than that of a great man condemned to watch the lingering agony of an exhausted country, to tend it during the alternate fits of stupefaction and raving which precede its dissolution, to see the signs of its vitality disappear one by one, till nothing is left but coldness, darkness, and corruption.' "1 1Washington, Feb. 9, 1829, Garland, v. 2, 317. "I have been interrupted, and I dare say you wish that it had been the means of putting an untimely end to this prosing epistle. As however ours is a weekly post, it gives me leisure to bore you still further. I have no hesitation (nor would you either, my friend, if you were brought to the alternative) in preferring the gentleman's mode of deciding a quarrel to the blackguard's—and if men must fight (and it seems they will) there is not, as in our politics, a third alternative. A bully is as hateful as a Drawcansir: Abolish dueling and you encourage bullies as well in number as in degree, and lay every gentleman at the mercy of a cowardly pack of scoundrels. In fine, my good friend, the Yahoo must be kept down, by religion, sentiment, manners if you can—but he must be kept down."1 1Roanoke, June 24, 1811, Nicholson MSS., Libr. Cong. On taking out my chariot this morning, for the first time, since I got from your house, to clean it and the harness (for the dreadful weather has frozen us all up until today), the knife was found in the bottom of the carriage, where it must have been dropped from a shallow waist-coat pocket, as I got in at your door, for I missed the knife soon afterwards. When I got home, I had the pockets of the chariot searched, and everything there taken out, and it was not until John had searched strictly into my portmanteau and bag, taking out everything therein, that I became perfectly convinced of what I was before persuaded, that I had left the knife in my chamber in your house on Tuesday the 6th, and, when I heard it had not been seen, I took it for granted that your little yellow boy, having `found it,' had, according to the negro code of morality, appropriated it to himself. In this, it seems I was mistaken, and I ask his pardon as the best amends I can make to him; and, at the same time to relieve you and Mrs. M. from the unpleasant feeling that such a suspicion would occasion, I dispatch this note by a special messanger, although I have a certain conveyance tomorrow. I make no apology to yourself or to Mrs. M. for the frank expression of my suspicion, because truth is the Goddess at whose shrine I worship, and no Huguenot in France, or Morisco in Spain, or Judaizing Christian in Portugal ever paid more severely for his heretical schism VOL. II—27 than I have done in leaving the established church of falsehood and grimace. I am well aware that ladies are as delicate as they are charming creatures, and that, in our intercourse with them, we must strain the truth as far as possible. Brought up from their earliest infancy to disguise their real sentiments (for a woman would be a monster who did not practice this disguise) it is their privilege to be insincere, and we should despise [them] and justly too, if they had that manly frankness and reserve, which constitutes the ornament of our character, as the very reverse does of theirs. We must, therefore, keep this in view in all of our intercourse with them, and recollect that, as our point of honour is courage and frankness, theirs is chastity and dissimulation, for, as I said before, a woman who does not dissemble her real feelings is a monster of impudence. Now, therefore, it does so happen (as Mr. Canning would say) that truth is very offensive to the ears of a lady when to those of a gentleman (her husband for instance) it would be not at all so. To illustrate—Mrs. Randolph of Bizarre, my brother's widow, was beyond all comparison the nicest and best house-wife that I ever saw. Not one drop of water was suffered to stand upon her sideboard, except what was in the pitcher, the house from cellar to garret, and in every part [was] as clean as hands could make it, and everything as it should be to suit even my fastidious taste. "(The severest attack which I have had for a long time, obliged me to give over writing yesterday. The distress and anxiety of the last 18 hours are not to be described.) "The last sentence was not finished until today. I have been very much distressed by my complaint and, as the Packet, which will carry this, does not sail until Thursday morning, I have written by snatches. Saturday, I made out to dine with the famous `Beef Steaks'; which I had a great desire to do. The scene was unique. Nothing permitted but Beef Steaks and potatoes, port wine, punch, brandy and water, &c. The broadest mirth and most unreserved freedoms among the members; every thing and every body burlesqued; in short, a party of school boys on a frolic could not have been more unrestrained in the expression of their merriment. I was delighted with the conviviality and heartiness of the company. Among other toasts, we had that `great friend of Liberty, Prince Metternich' and a great deal more of admirable foolery. The company waited chiefly on themselves. The songs, without exception, were mirth-stirring and well sung. In short, here I saw a sample of old English manners; for the same tone has been kept up from the foundation of the club—more than a century. Nothing could be happier than the burlesque speeches of some of the officers of the club; especially a Mr. Stephenson (Vice P.) who answered to the call of `Boots!' Maj. Gen. Sir Andrew Barnard presided admirably, and another gallant officer, Gen'l Sir Ronald Ferguson, greatly contributed to our hilarity also. Admiral Dundas (not of the Scotch clan) a new Ld of Admiralty, who came in for his full share of humour and left-handed compliments, paid his full quota towards the entertainment. In short, I have not chuckled with laughter before since I left Virginia."1 1Sou. Lit. Mess., Richm., Nov. 1856, 382-385. As there seems little probability that change of scene will produce any permanent benefit to my unhappy child, I would wish to know whether you suppose it could be any disadvantage to him to have him removed to Bizarre, where, in a few weeks, I can have a very comfortable room fitted up for myself. You say that you think the negroes can restrain St. George sufficiently, and that he shows no disposition to injure persons or animals. If so, there is no reason why you should suffer exclusively the melancholy sight which it is my duty and my inclination to relieve you from. At this place, he cannot be kept; the vicinity of the highroad; the tavern opposite, which is now continually visited by strangers, together with the excessive heat and sun in this house, would destroy him. In his own little apartment at Bizarre, he could be very comfortable; it is so well shaded. Oh! had we never quitted that spot, desolate as it now is! my child would never have lost his reason! A more guileless, innocent and happy creature I believe never existed than he, until that fatal calamity which sent us forth houseless."1 1Farmville, June 28, 1814, Bryan MSS. Do you love gardening? I hope you do, for it is an employment eminently suited to a lady. That most graceful and amiable friend of mine, [Mrs. Dr. John Brockenbrough] whom you now never mention in your letters, excels in it, and in all the domestic arts that give its highest value to the female character. The misfortune of your sex is that you are brought up to think that love constitutes the business of life, and, for want of other subjects, your heads run upon little else. This passion, which is `the business of the idle man, the amusement of the hero, and the bane of the sovereign,' occupies too much of your time and thoughts. I never knew an idle fellow who was not profligate (a rare case to be sure), that was not the slave of some princess, and, no matter how often the subject of his adoration was changed by a marriage with some more fortunate swain, the successor (for there is no demise of that crown) was quickly invested with the attributes of her predecessor, and he was dying of love for her lest he should die of the gapes. To a sorry fellow of this sort a mistress is as necessary an antidote against ennui as tobacco; but to return to gardening, I never saw one of those innumerable and lovely seats in England without wishing for one for Mrs. B. [Brockenbrough] who would know so well how to enjoy while she admired it. I beg pardon of the Wilderness a thousand times. I have no doubt that it is a most respectable desert, with a charming little oasis inhabited by very good sort of people, quite different from the wandering Barbarians around them. To say the truth, I was a little out of temper with the aforesaid desert because it had subjected me more than once to disappointment in regard to you. At Fredericksburg, you seem to be within my reach: but there I can't get at you. I am too much of a wild man of the woods myself to take upon me airs over my fellow-savages. And I shall be willing hereafter to rank your wilderness along with the far-famed forest of Arden. By the way, this is not saying much for it. I traveled two weary days' journey through the Ardennes in 1826. Figure for yourself a forest of beech and alder saplings intersected by a thousand cart tracks, the soil, if soil it might be called, strongly resembling the Stafford Hills of Virginia, and where, instead of spreading oaks or beech, under which I hoped to find Angelica asleep by a crystal stream, we had much ado to find a drop of water for our sorry cattle, who painfully drew us through the ruts of a narrow, hollow way, deeply worn in the uneven ground, and sheltered from everything but the sun (In August) by a thicket of brushwood, through which, every now and then, peeped the sooty figure of a charcoal burner. I did not expect to meet with Rosalind or Orlando, because I had corrected a former misapprehension in regard to the scene of that enchanting drama. Shakespeare, it seems, so say the critics, had in his eye the forest of Arden in his native Warwickshire, and a delightful forest it would be, if there were fewer towns and villages and more trees. As it is, however, it is what is called in England a woody tract, and the woodmen of Arden meet there annually, and contend for prizes in archery (a silver arrow or bugle); excited by the smiles of all the `Beauty and Fashion' of the neighboring country. My late apparent rashness, I am overjoyed to see, has not wounded you. That it has made you uneasy, I regret, but why was I so moved; because I love you more than worlds. I am the man in the book with one little ewe lamb: but I am not the man tamely to see the wolf carry it away. I will resist even unto blood. My fate was in your hands. When you come to know my history, you will see what it is that makes me what the world would call desperate. Desperation is the fruit of guilt, of remorse. It is for the unjust. It is for the wretched who had rather steal than work. It is for the Harrels (see Cecilia) who prefer hell at home and in their own bosoms to the foregoing of dress, and shew, and parties, and an equipage, when their fortune will not afford a wheelbarrow."2 2Mar. 30, 1828, Bryan MSS. When I got home from Richmond, a fortnight ago, Dr. Dudley informed me that he had, that very morning, sent letters for me to that place by my wagon— `one from Rutledge.' (I come a different road until within a few miles of my own house.) At length, `the heavy rolling wain' has returned—a safer, and ofttimes a swifter, conveyance than the Post—and I have the pleasure to read your letter written on my birthday. I hope you will always celebrate it in the same way, and, as probably you never knew that important fact, or have forgotten it, I must inform you that it falls just two days before that of our sometime king, on the anniversary of whose nativity you tell me you had proposed to set out, or, as it is more elegantly expressed in our Doric idiom, `to start' for the good old thirteen United States. I am too unwell and too much fatigued to say much more than to VOL. II.—35 express my disappointment at not seeing you on your Atlantic Pilgrimage. I knew that I did not lie in your route, and, altho' I had no right to expect such a deflection from your line of march, yet, somehow or other, joining an expression of one of your letters and my own wishes together, I made up a sort of not very confident hope of seeing you in my solitary cabin— `bag [and] baggage' as you say. I acknowledge that my construction of your language was strained, but, when once we have set our hearts upon anything, `trifles light as air' serve our purpose as well as `holy writ.' And so you have been given back like another Orpheus by the infernal regions—but without leaving your Eurydice behind you. I suspect you cast no `longing, lingering look behind.' Pray tell me whether your Ixions of the West (whom I take to be true `crackers') stopped their wheels, as you passed; or Tantalus forgot his thirst, and put by the untasted whiskey. Since you left us, I have been deeply engaged in what you advised. I have reviewed the Roman and Grecian history; I have done more; I have reviewed my own. Believe me, Jack, that I am less calculated for society than almost any man in existence. I am not perhaps a vain fool, but I have too much vanity, and I am too susceptible of flattery. I have that fluency which will attract attention and receive applause from an unthinking multitude. Content with my superiority, I should be too indolent to acquire real, useful knowledge. I am stimulated by gratitude, by friendship and by love to make exertions now. I feel confident that you will view my foibles with a lenient eye; that you will see me prosper and in my progress be delighted."1 1Garland, v. 1, 73. I am not ceremonious. I feel a conviction that your silence does not proceed from a want of regard, but from a cause more important to the world, to yourself, and, if possible, more distressing to me than the loss of that place in your heart, on which depends my future prosperity. I had fondly hoped that the change of scene, and the novelty of business, would have dissipated that melancholy which overhung you. To see my friend return happy and well, was the only wish of my heart. "What are my emotions, dearest brother, at seeing your horse thus far on his way to return you among us! How eagerly do I await the appointed day! Ryland [Randolph] has returned, and another of the children of misfortune will seek refuge and consolation under this hospitable roof. He has promised me by letter to be with us in a day or two. What pleasure do I anticipate in the society of our incomparable sister, in yours, in Ryland's! I wish I had the vanity to suppose I was worthy of it. "Your letter was `right welcome unto me,' as my favorite old English writers say or sing, but much more welcome was the bearer of it. Son of yours, even with far less claims from his own merit than this gentleman obviously possesses, shall never be shown the `cauld shoulther.' I hope that you'll pardon my using the Waverley tongue, which I must fear bodes no good to the good old English aforesaid, and which I shall therefore leave to them that like it,—which I do not, out of its place,—and not always there. In short, I have not catched the literary `Scotch fiddle,' and, in despite of Dr. Blair, do continue to believe that Swift and Addison understood their own mother tongue as well as any Sawney, `benorth tha' Tweed.' Nay, further, not having the fear of the Edinburgh Reviewers before my eyes, I do not esteem Sir Walter to be a poet, or the Rev. Dr. Chalmers a pulpit orator. But, as I do not admire Mr. Kean, I fear that my reputation for taste is, like my earthly tabernacle, in a hopeless state. "If my memory does not deceive me," Randolph said, "you made me a sort of promise last winter to give Mr. Wood a sitting for me. Will you pardon the reminding you of this engagement by one who is too sensible of the kindness he received from you not to wish for a memorial of him by whom it was shown. Your portrait will make a most suitable companion for that of the Chief Justice, who was good enough to sit for me; and I mention this to show you that you will not be in company that should disgrace you. This is no common-place address, for without profession or pretension such you have quietly and modestly proved yourself to be, while, like Darius, I have been "As well as very bad implements and worse eyes will permit me to do it by candlelight, I will endeavor to make some return to your kind letter, which I received, not by Quashee, but the mail. I also got a short note by him, for which I thank you. . . . And now, my dear friend, one word in your ear—in the porches of thine ear. With Archimedes, I may cry Eureka. Why, what have you found—the philosopher's stone? No— something better than that. Gyges' ring? No. A substitute for bank paper? No. The elixir vitœ, then? It is; but it is the elixir of eternal life. It is that peace of God which passeth all understanding, and which is no more to be conceived of by the material heart than poor St. George can be made to feel and taste the difference between the Italian and German music. It is a miracle, of which the person, upon whom it is wrought, alone is conscious—as he is conscious of any other feeling—e.g. whether the friendship he professes for A or B be a real sentiment of his heart, or simulated to serve a turn.
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4Author:  Woods EdgarAdd
 Title:  Albemarle County in Virginia  
 Published:  2007 
 Subjects:  University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text 
 Description: The settlement of Virginia was a slow and gradual process. Plantations were for the most part opened on the water courses, extending along the banks of the James, and on the shores of the Chesapeake Bay and its tributaries. It was more than a century after the landing at Jamestown before white men made the passage of the Blue Ridge. As soon as that event was noised abroad, it was speedily followed up, and in the space of the next twenty years the tide of population had touched the interior portions of the colony, one stream pushing westward from the sea coast, and another rolling up the Shenandoah Valley from the wilds of Pennsylvania.
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5Author:  Seamon W. H. (William Henry) b. 1859Add
 Title:  Albemarle County (Virginia)  
 Published:  2007 
 Subjects:  University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text 
 Description: A FEW reasons why Albemarle County, Va., should be the choice of the immigrant.
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6Author:  Charlottesville (Va.)Add
 Title:  Charter, ordinances and by-laws of the town of Charlottesville, Va.  
 Published:  2007 
 Subjects:  University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text 
 Description: Sec. 1. Be it enacted by the general assembly of Virginia, That so much of the land as lies and is contained within the following boundary: Beginning at a stone on the north side of Alexander Garrett's lane, thence with said lane south sixty-nine and one-half degrees east, fourteen, twenty-eight poles to the west side of Merewether's mill road; thence with said road north thirty degrees east twenty-one, twenty poles; thence crossing said road south sixty-seven and one-half degrees east, thirty-four, forty poles to a fence between James Minor and A. J. Farish; thence north thirty-one and one-half degrees east, fifteen, forty-four poles to the Chesapeake and Ohio railroad; thence with said road south eighty degrees east seventeen, twenty eight poles; thence north fourteen degrees east, about eighteen, forty-four poles to the entrance of Goodman's lane, on the south side of the turnpike; thence along the south margin of said turnpike south sixty-one and three-fourths degrees east, eighty-two and one-third poles to a point opposite the southwest corner of Thomas L. Farish's lawn; thence crossing the turnpike road and following the fence of said lawn north twenty-eight and one-half degrees east, thirty-six poles to a white oak ree opposite said Farish's house; thence north thirty-one and one-fourth degrees east, twenty-five to a point near the northwest corner of the said Farish's garden: thence in a line parallel to the east line of the Institute lot, and running north twenty-four and one half degrees east, fifty and one half poles, crossing the free bridge road, to a point on the north side of said road; thence following the north margin said road south eighty-five degrees west, ninety-six and one fourth poles to a point opposite the northeast corner of the Anderson lot, in the present corporation line; thence with said line north ten and one fourth degrees west to the corner of the graveyard wall, next to the old brickyard; thence in the direction of a poplar tree in the corner of the old brick-yard lot north twenty one and one fourth degrees east, twenty-six twenty poles to a stone set in a field; thence crossing the old brick-yard, and with the south side of the street leading to Park street, north seventy-four degrees west, forty-eight, sixty-four poles to a stake corner to Shelton F. Leake's; thence north seventy-three degrees west, eighty-four forty-four poles to a stone in Mrs. Gilmer's field; thence south thirty-six and one fourth degrees west to a stone in the field, thirty-five, fifty-six poles; thence south twenty-eight degrees west to a stone in B. C. Flannagan's field forty-eight, sixty-four poles; thence south eighty-three degrees west, fifty-six poles to Verinda West's corner; thence up the road south seventeen degrees west thirteen, twelve poles; thence north seventy degrees west, twenty-five poles to a stone set in a field at the back of Mrs. Digg's lot; thence south twenty degrees west, twenty-eight, eighty poles to a locust tree in Mrs. Reyburn's; thence with the same course sixteen poles to a stake in James M. Hodge's lot, near the house; thence south sixty-nine and one half degrees east, twenty-two, twenty poles to Minerva Kenney's, to a stake in the fence near the kitchen; thence north thirty degrees east, six, twenty-eight poles to Alexander Garrett's lane by the railroad; thence with the said line when completed, south sixty-nine and one half degrees east, one hundred and thirty-eight, seventy-six poles to the beginning (being nearly the same limits as are prescribed in section one of an act passed fourteenth March, eighteen hundred and sixty, entitled an act to amend the charter and extend the corporate limits of the town of Charlottesville) shall be and is hereby made a town corporate, by the name and style of the Town of Charlottesville; and by that name shall sue and be sued, and shall have and exercise all the powers and be subject to all the provisions of the Code of Virginia, except so far as may be herein otherwise provided.
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7Author:  Bruce William Cabell 1860-1946Add
 Title:  John Randolph of Roanoke, 1773-1833  
 Published:  2007 
 Subjects:  University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text 
 Description: "I thank you for your good advice in your letter to Mamma, but I am such a perverse boy that I wish I had a tutor to make me mind my book as I cannot help wishing to play when it is time to read. I want to learn everything, but I cannot love confinement; and what is worse, the more I play the more I want to play; but I am sure when I go regularly to school I shall not be behind my brothers. Brother Hal is much cleverer than sister for his age though she is much improved in talking and walking. We are all wanting to see you; I was never so rejoiced as when we got your letter to leave Roanoke. I am my dear papa yr. dutyfull son "I take this oppty of letting you know that we are all well and that I missed my ague at Roanoke. Mama and Mrs. Hartston hung up Abracadabra as a charm for that and to keep away the enemy. Sister is worth a dozen of what she was when you left her. She says anything and runs about all day. I hope you are in favour with the Marquis. I don't doubt it, for I think you a very fine officer and will be able to make the militia fight, for if they do not now I don't think they ever will be collected after running away. Brother Dicky has turned me back from the optitive of amo to the potential mood of audio because Mr. Hearn never taught me. I thank you my dr papa for telling me in your letter to be a good boy and mind my book. I do love my book and mind it as much as I can myself, but we want a tutor very much. I hope in a month I shall be passing my Concords. I will try all I can to be a good boy and a favourite of Mama's and when you come home I hope I shall be one of yours. "You have doubtless, my ever dear and affectionate Papa, received Accounts of the Adoption of the new Constitution by the State of New York; the majority consisting of five only. On Wednesday 26th inst. (4 days previous to our hearing of the ratification of this State), there was a very grand Procession in this city (on account of its being received by ten States) which proceeded from the plain before Bridewell down Broadway thro' Wall Street; and, by the way of Great Queen Street, proceeded to the Federal Green before Bunker's Hill, where there were tables set for more than five thousand people to Dine. Two Oxen were roasted whole and several cows and Sheep. I'll assure [you], my dear Sir, it put me in mind of the great Preparations which were made in Don Quixote for the wedding of Camacho and the rich and the fair Quiteria. There were ten tables set out to represent the ten States which had acceded to the Constitution; all which were concentered together at one end, like the sticks of a Fan; where they joined were seated all the Congress with the President in the middle. The Procession was very beautiful and well conducted. Every trade and profession had a Colour emblematical of it. The chief of the Bakers were drawn on a stage, on which they were seen mixing their bread; the apprentices, all in white, followed with ready-baked Cakes. The Coopers followed, making barrels, and the apprentices followed with a keg under the arm of each. Next came the Brewers, bringing hogsheads of beer along with a little Bacchus astride a Cask, holding a large Goblet in his hand. It would require too much time for me to tell you of all the different occupations, but, to the honor of New York, be it spoken that, among 8000 people, who were said to have dined together on the green, there was not a single Drunken Man or fight to be seen. On Saturday, the 27th Inst., news arrived of the Constitution's being adopted. A party of Federalists, as they call themselves, went to the house VOL. I—8 of Mr. Greenleaf, printer of the Patriotic Register, and, after having broken his windows and thrown away his Types (much to their discredit), went to the Governor's, where they gave three hisses, and beat the rogue's march around the house. They proceeded to the houses of the Federals (as they call them) and gave three cheers."1 1N. Y. Pub. Lib. "You will no doubt, my ever dear Father, be much astonished when I tell you that, by the time you receive this, I shall be far on my return to Williamsburg; and you will be yet more surprised at hearing that I mean to spend the summer in one of the Northern States. Since I saw you, I have been informed that the late horrid and malicious lie, which has been for some time too freely circulated, has been, by the diligent exertion of those timid enemies (whom I have not been able by any insult to force to an interview) so impressed, during my absence, on the minds of every one, that a public enquiry into it is now more than ever necessary. Having endeavored, by every method I could devise, to bring William Randolph [one of Nancy's brothers] to a personal explanation of his conduct, and to give me personal satisfaction for his aspersions of my character, and finding that no insult is sufficient to rouse his feelings (if he has any), I have at last urged Col. Tom to bring an action of slander against him. This will bring the whole affair once more before the eyes of every one, the circumstances, from beginning to end, of the persons accusing and accused will be seen at once, and the villainy of my traducers fully exposed. When this is done, I shall once more know the blessing of a tranquil mind! . . . "I received your letter of the 13th inst. this morning. You must be equally conscious with myself that the idea of representing this district in Congress never originated with me; and I believe I may with truth assert that it is one which I never should have entertained, had it not been suggested, in the first instance, by my friends. I am now as well satisfied, as I was when you first made to me the proposal of permitting my friends to declare my willingness to serve my fellow-citizens in the House of Representatives, that it is an office to which I can not rationally entertain the smallest pretensions. I, therefore, willingly resign any which my friends may have formed for me to any person whom they may approve, and shall feel happy in giving my vote—interest I have none, and did I possess any, my principles would forbid my using it on such an occasion—to a man for whose character I entertain so high an opinion as that which I have borne ever since my acquaintance with him for Citizen Daniel's. When I was in Amelia, I wrote to Citizen Venable, informing him briefly of the authentic report of his intended resignation, and also that some of my friends had proposed taking a vote for me. This I was impelled to do by my sense of propriety, since to me it appeared highly indelicate that such a thing should be even whispered before he was informed that it was in agitation. Accept Citizen my most sincere regards and believe me with truth your friend. "Having stated the facts, it would be derogatory to your character for me to point out the remedy. So far as they relate to this application, addressed to you in a public capacity, they can only be supposed by you to be of a public nature. VOL. I—11 It is enough for me to state that the independence of the Legislature has been attacked and the majesty of the people, of which you are the principal representative, insulted and your authority contemned. In their name, I demand that a provision, commensurate with the evil, be made, and which will be calculated to deter others from any future attempts to introduce the Reign of Terror into our country. In addressing you in this plain language of man, I give you, Sir, the best proof I can afford of the estimation in which I hold your office and your understanding; and I assure you with truth that I am with respect your fellow citizen, John Randolph. "Seven times we have balloted—eight states for J—six for Burr—two, Maryland and Vermont divided; voted to postpone for an hour the process; now half past four resumed— result the same. The order against adjourning made with a view to Mr. Nicholson, who was ill, has not operated. He left his sick bed—came through a snow storm—brought his bed, and has prevented the vote of Maryland from being given to Burr. Mail closing. "To the Freeholders of Charlotte, Prince Edward, Buckingham and Cumberland: Fellow Citizens: I dedicate to you the following fragment. That it appears in its present mutilated shape is to be ascribed to the successful usurpation which has reduced the freedom of speech in one branch of the American Congress to an empty name. It is now established for the first time and in the person of your representative that the House may and will refuse to hear a member in his place, or even to receive a motion from him upon the most momentous subject that can be presented for legislative decision. A similar motion was brought forward by the Republican minority in the year 1798 before these modern inventions for stifling the freedom of debate were discovered. It was discussed as a matter of right until it was abandoned by the mover in consequence of additional information (the correspondence of our envoy at Paris) laid before Congress by the President. In `the reign of terror' the father of the Sedition Law had not the hardihood to proscribe liberty of speech, much less the right of free debate on the floor of Congress. This invasion of the public liberties was reserved for self-styled Republicans who hold your understandings in such contempt as to flatter themselves that you will overlook their every outrage upon the great first principles of free government in consideration of their professions of tender regard for the privileges of the people. It is for you to decide whether they have undervalued your intelligence and spirit or whether they have formed a just estimate of your character. You do not require to be told that the violation of the rights of him, whom you have deputed to represent you, is an invasion of the rights of every man of you, of every individual in society. If this abuse be suffered to pass unredressed—and the people alone are competent to apply the remedy—we must bid adieu to a free form of government forever. Having learned from various sources that a declaration of war would be attempted on Monday next with closed doors, I deemed it my duty to endeavor by an exercise of my constitutional functions to arrest this heaviest of all calamities and avert it from our happy country. I accordingly made the effort of which I now give you the result, and of the success of which you will have already been informed before these pages can reach you. I pretend only to give you the substance of my unfinished argument. The glowing words, the language of the heart have passed away with the occasion that called them forth. They are no longer under my control. My design is simply to submit to you the views which have induced me to consider a war with England, under existing circumstances, as comporting neither with the interest nor the honor of the American people; but as an idolatrous sacrifice of both on the altar of French rapacity, perfidy and ambition. For so, without ceremony, permit me to call you. Among the few causes that I find for regret at my dismissal from public life, there is none in comparison with the reflection that it has separated me—perhaps forever—from some who have a strong hold on my esteem and on my affections. It would indeed have been gratifying to me to see once more yourself, Mr. Meade [Rev. Wm. Meade, of Virginia], Ridgely [Andrew Sterrett Ridgely], and some few others; and the thought that this may never be is the only one that infuses any thing of bitterness into what may be termed my disappointment, if a man can be said to be disappointed when things happen according to his expectations. On every other account, I have cause of self-congratulation at being disenthralled from a servitude at once irksome and degrading. The grapes are not sour—you know the manner in which you always combated my wish to retire. Although I have not, like you, the spirit of a martyr, yet I could not but allow great force to your representations. To say the truth, a mere sense of my duty alone might have been insufficient to restrain me from indulging the very strong inclination which I have felt for many years to return to private life. It is now gratified in a way that takes from me every shadow of blame. No man can reproach me with the desertion of my friends, or the abandonment of my post in a time of danger and of trial. `I have fought the good fight, I have kept the faith.' I owe the public nothing; my friends, indeed, are entitled to everything at my hands; but I have received my discharge, not indeed honestam dimissionem, but passable enough, as times go, when delicacy is not over-fastidious. I am again free, as it respects the public at least, and have but one more victory to achieve to be so in the true sense of the word. Like yourself and Mr. Meade, I cannot be contented with endeavoring to do good for goodness' sake, or rather for the sake of the Author of all goodness. In spite of me, I cannot help feeling something very like contempt for my poor foolish fellow-mortals, and would often consign them to Bonaparte in this world, and the devil, his master, in the next; but these are but temporary fits of misanthropy, which soon give way to better and juster feelings."1 1Garland, v. 2, 11. Your letter being addressed to Farmville, did not reach me until yesterday, when my nephew brought it up. Charlotte Court House is my post-office. By my last you will perceive that I have anticipated your kind office in regard to my books and papers at Crawford's. Pray give them protection `until the Chesapeake shall be fit for service.' It is, I think, nearly eight years since I ventured to play upon those words in a report of the Secretary of the Navy. I have read your letter again and again, and cannot express to you how much pleasure the perusal has given me. "Your letter of the 14th was received today—many thanks for it. By the same mail, Mr. Quincy sent me a copy of his speech of the 30th of last month. It is a composition of much ability and depth of thought; but it indicates a spirit and a temper to the North which is more a subject of regret than of surprise. The grievances of Lord North's administration were but as a feather in the scale, when compared with those inflicted by Jefferson and Madison."2 2Ibid., 14. You lay me under obligations which I know not how to requite, and yet I cannot help requesting a continuance of them. I have been highly gratified today by the receipt of your letter of the 5th, and the accompanying pamphlet. I have read them both with deep attention, and with a melancholy pleasure which I should find it difficult to describe. You are under some misapprehension respecting my opinions in regard to certain men and measures—the true sources of our present calamities. They are not materially, if at all, variant from your own. It is time indeed to speak out; but, if, as I fear, the canine race in New York have returned to their vomit, the voice of truth and of patriotism will be as the voice of one crying in the wilderness. I feel most sensibly the difficulties of our situation, but the question is as to the remedy. "You will perceive by the enclosed letter, in case the fact shall have failed to reach you through any other channel, that the enemies whom it has been my lot to make in the discharge of the duties of the station, to which I had been called by the public suffrage, seem unwilling to allow me even the repose of that retirement, to which, after many baffled efforts, they have succeeded in persuading my late constituents to consign me. I shall not stop to enquire how far such a proceeding be honorable, or even politic, as it regards the views of those, who have allowed themselves to adopt it; although the people, with whom it was once my pride to be connected, must have undergone some strange metamorphosis, not less rapid and disastrous than that which our unhappy country has experienced within the same period of time, if there be one among them that does not see through the motives of those who would entreat them to turn their eyes from the general calamity and shame, and the shameless authors of them, to the faults and indiscretions, real or imputed, of an old, dismissed public servant, whose chief offence in the eyes of his accusers is that, foreseeing mischief, he labored to avert it. Nine years have now elapsed since he raised his voice against the commencement of a system of measures, which, although artfully disguised, were calculated, as he believed, to produce what we have all seen, and are fated long to feel. Had they, who derided what they were then pleased to term his `mournful vaticinations, the reveries of a heated and disordered imagination,' confided less in their own air-built theories, and taken warning ere it was too late, they might be riding on `the full tide of successful experiment,' instead of clinging with instinctive and convulsive grasp to the wreck, which themselves have made of public credit, of national honor, of peace, happiness and security, and of faith among men. The very bonds, not only of union between these states, but of society itself are loosened, and we seem `approaching towards that awful dissolution, the issue of which it is not given to human foresight to scan.' In the virtue, the moderation, the fortitude of the People is (under God) our last resource. Let them ever bear in mind that from their present institutions there is no transition but to military despotism; and that there is none more easy. Anarchy is the chrysalis state of despotism; and to that state have the measures of this government long tended, amidst professions, such as we have heard in France and seen the effects of, of Liberty, Equality, Fraternity. None but the people can forge their own chains; and to flatter the people and delude them by promises never meant to be performed is the stale but successful practice of the demagogue, as of the seducer in private life.—`Give me only a helve for my axe,' said the woodman in the fable to the tall and stately trees, that spread their proud heads and raised their unlopped arms to the air of heaven. `Give me an Army,' says the wily politican. It is only to fight the English, to maintain `Free trade and sailors' rights'; and, dazzled by the `pride, pomp and circumstance of glorious war,' heedless of the miseries that lurk beneath its splendor, the People have said Amen! Of these the heavy debts and grinding taxes, that follow in its train, are, perhaps, the least. Disease and vice, in new unheard-of forms, spread from the camp throughout society. Not a village, not a neighborhood, hardly a family escapes the infection. The searching miseries of war penetrate even into the hovel of the shivering negro whose tattered blanket and short allowance of salt bear witness to the glories of that administration under which his master is content to live. His master, no doubt some `Southern Nabob,' some `Haughty Grandee of Virginia,' the very idea of whose existence disturbs the repose of over-tender consciences, is revelling in luxury which the necessary wants of his wretched bondsmen are stinted to supply. Such is the stuff that dreams are made of! The master, consumed by cares, from which even the miserable African is free, accustomed to the decent comforts of life, is racking his brain for ways and means to satisfy the demands of the taxgatherer. You see the struggle between his pride and his necessity. That ancient relic of better times, on which he bends his vacant eye, must go. It is, itself, the object of a new tax. He can no longer afford to keep it. Moreover, he must find a substitute for his youngest boy called into service. His eldest son has perished in the tentless camp, the bloodless but fatal fields of the fenny country; and even for the cherished resemblance of this favorite child he must pay tribute to Caesar. The tear that starts into his eye, as he adds this item to the inventory of exaction, would serve but to excite a philosophic smile in the `Grimm' Idol (see the diplomatic Baron's correspondence) of the Levee and its heartless worshippers. "This date says everything. I arrived here on Sunday afternoon, and am now writing from the Grand Hotel de Castile, Rue Richelieu and Boulevard des Italiens; for, as the French say, it `gives' upon both, having an entrance from each. "A month has now elapsed since I landed in England, during which time I have not received a line from any friend, except Benton, who wrote to me on the eve of his departure from Babylon the Great to Missouri. Missouri!, and here am I writing in the parlor of the New Inn, at the gate of Mr. Coke's park, where art has mastered nature in one of her least amiable moods. To say the truth, he that would see this country to advantage must not end with the barren sands and flat, infertile healths (strike out the l; I meant to write heaths) of the east country, but must reserve the vale of Severn and Wales for a bonne bouche. Although I was told at Norwich that Mr. Coke was at home (and by a particular friend of his too), yet I find that he and Lady Anne are gone to the very extremity of this huge county to a wool fair, at Thetford, sixty-five miles off; and, while my companion, Mr. Williams, of S. C. (son of David R. W.), is gone to the Hall, I am resolved to bestow, if not `all,' a part at least of `my tediousness' upon you. Tediousness, indeed, for what have I to write about, unless to tell you that my health, so far from getting better, was hardly ever worse? . . . Mr. Williams has been very attentive and kind to me. I have been trying to persuade him to abandon me to the underwriters as a total loss, but he will not desert me; so that I meditate giving him the slip for his own sake. We saw Dudley Inn and a bad race at Newmarket, on our way to Norwich. There we embarked on the river Yare, and proceeded to Yarmouth by the steampacket. We returned to Norwich by land, and by different routes; he, by the direct road, and I, by Beccles, fifteen miles further; and yet I arrived first. Through Lord Suffield's politeness, who gave me a most hearty invitation to Gunton, I was enabled to see the Castle (now the county jail) to the best advantage. His lordship is a great prison discipline financier, and was very polite to me when I was in England four years ago. I met him by mere accident at the inn at Norwich, where the coach from Beccles stopped. . . . " `The Portfolio reached me in safety.' So much had I written of a letter to you in London, but I was obliged to drop my pen in G. Marx' compting-house, and here I am, and at your service at The Hague. . . . "It is now agreed on all hands that misery, crime and profligacy are in a state of rapid and alarming increase. The Pitt and paper system (for although he did not begin it, yet he brought it to its last stage of imperfection) is now developing features that `fright the isle from its propriety.' "Mr. W. J. Barksdale writes his father that a run will be made at me by G—s [Giles] this winter. On this subject, I can only repeat what I have said before—that, when the Commonwealth of Virginia dismisses a servant, it is strong presumptive evidence of his unfitness for the station. If it shall apply to my own case, I cannot help it. But I should have nothing to wish on this subject, if the Assembly could be put in possession of a tolerably faithful account of what I have said and done. I have been systematically and industriously misrepresented. I had determined to devote this last summer to a revision of my speeches, but my life would have paid the forfeit, had I persisted in that determination. Many of the misrepresentations proceed from the `ineffable stupidity' of the reporters, but some must, I think, be intentional. . . . In most instances, my meaning has been mistaken. In some, it has been reversed. If I live, I will set this matter right. So much for Ego. You might know by the date (as regards the month) that I was in the only realm in Christendom, where the new style is not yet introduced. Much to my disappointment, your old friend, Mr. Lewis, is not here. He is & has been for sometime in England. I therefore sent your letter to his Compting House as the most ready mode of getting it to his hands.
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8Author:  unknownAdd
 Title:  The Daily Progress historical and industrial magazine  
 Published:  2007 
 Subjects:  University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text 
 Description: THE City of Opportunity, where welcome waits the stranger. County Seat of Albemarle. Home of the far-famed University of Virginia. "A land flowing with milk and honey." Her glorious past and future possibilities. Endowed by nature as a place of residence. A brief review of her business men whose loyalty, public spirit and sterling qualities have earned for her the proud distinction she holds in the sisterhood of cities of the great and growing Southland. Mr. Albert E. Walker is an editor and publisher of unusual ability. He has just completed the issuance of a special edition for the Mail, and we are pleased to say the edition was in every way a success. His relations with us, and with the business and professional men of Hagerstown are of the most cordial character. He has left behind him here the confidence and good will of all with whom he came in contract. In him trust may safely reposed. Dear Sir: We feel that a word from us is only just to you in view of your excellent work on our Special Historical and Industrial Edition which has recently been issued, as it might meet the eye of some publisher who needs the services of an honest, capable and energetic man to take charge of a similar work. In all the long time that you have been with us, our relations have been most pleasant and we unhesitatingly commend you as a thoroughly competent compiler of special editions and special work in the newspaper field. Your sobriety and indefatigable industry have been of especial value to us and you have made many friends in Frederick. We shall take pleasure in being of service to you at any time you may call on us. With many good wishes for your future success, we remain. This will certify that Mr. Albert E. Walker has just completed for the Martinsburg Statesman the largest and handsomest Industrial Magazine ever published in the state of West Virginia, a publication we deem a credit to us and our city. Mr. Walker has, by his uniform courtesy and straightforward methods, won the esteem of the entire community. We will be pleased to furnish at any time further endorsements if desired. Mr. Albert E. Walker has rendered most valuable service to the Patriot for its special Christmas edition. Mr. Walker carries with him our best wishes for his success. We have found him capable, courteous and thoroughly reliable, and can and do recommend him to the newspaper fraternity. Mr. Walker sustained the most satisfactory relations with our business men during the progress of the work securing for the Patriot their hearty co-operation and support. Mr. A. E. Walker: Accept the congratulations of the Merchants and Manufacturers Association upon the achievement of your splendid work of compiling and editing the special industrial edition of The Mail, which is one of the best and greatest literary efforts ever attempted in the county. We feel that this work is an invaluable compendium, showing the advantages of our city, and we deem it our duty to extend to you our best wishes in your chosen field, which can not help to be beneficial to any community. We take pleasure in announcing to the manufacturers of Maryland that the Baltimore Sunday Herald will issue an Industrial Magazine which will present in prose and picture Maryland's leading industries, showing the extent of their dealing and magnitude of their operations in the commercial world. These editions will be found on file in every Chamber of Commerce and Board of trade in all the leading cities of the United States, while the foreign circulation will cover the United States consulates of every English speaking country on the globe. The direct management of this work will be under the supervision of Mr. Albert E. Walker, the well known writer and recognized authority of national repute on industrial matters. Mr. Walker is not only a hustler but is a gentleman in every respect. His business methods are honorable and all with whom he did business would be glad to certify to his strict integrity. I cheerfully recommend him to any publisher who desires to issue a souverior edition.
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9Author:  Irving Washington 1783-1859Add
 Title:  Works  
 Published:  2007 
 Subjects:  University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text 
 Description: "Mr. Will Cottington and Captain Partridg of Rhoode-Iland presented this insewing request to the commissioners in wrighting— "As touching the threats in your conclusion, we have nothing to answer, only that we fear nothing but what God (who is as just as merciful) shall lay upon us; all things being in his gracious disposal, and we may as well be preserved by him with small forces as by a great army, which makes us to wish you all happiness and prosperity, and recommend you to his protection. My lords, your thrice humble and affectionate servant and friend, "I am of this mind with Homer, that as the snaile that crept out of her shell was turned eftsoons into a toad, and thereby was forced to make a stoole to sit on; so the traveller that stragleth from his owne country is in a short time transformed into so monstrous a shape, that he is faine to alter his mansion with his manners, and to live where he can, not where he would." A POSTHUMOUS WRITING OF DIEDRICH KNICKERBOCKER. "The story of Rip Van Winkle may seem incredible to many, but nevertheless I give it my full belief, for I know the vicinity of our old Dutch settlements to have been very subject to marvellous events and appearances. Indeed, I have heard many stranger stories than this, in the villages along the Hudson; all of which were too well authenticated to admit of a doubt. I have even talked with Rip Van Winkle myself, who, when last I saw him, was a very venerable old man, and so perfectly rational and consistent on every other point, that I think no conscientious person could refuse to take this into the bargain; nay, I have seen a certificate on the subject taken before a country justice, and signed with a cross, in the justice's own hand-writing. The story, therefore, is beyond the possibility of doubt.
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10Author:  Irving Washington 1783-1859Add
 Title:  Works  
 Published:  2007 
 Subjects:  University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text 
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11Author:  Clemons Harry 1879-1968Add
 Title:  The A.L.A. in Siberia  
 Published:  2007 
 Subjects:  University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text 
 Description: . . . Perhaps I had better begin epistolary communication by certain commentaries on the cablegrams. Yesterday and today I have found four new places where books have been distributed. The largest collection was of 300 volumes, shelved in a Y. M. C. A. hut and canteen. There were just sixteen books on the shelves, the others being in circulation! The cards had been used in this case, and I found that the cards recorded an average use of fully ten loans per volume. The men were reading everything in sight. At the beginning of this week I seemed at a loss how to proceed. However, I learned at the office of the Chief of Staff that a letter had recently been received there from Miss Mary Polk of Manila stating that a dozen or so boxes of books and periodicals had been sent by transport from the Philippines. So I started after these, ran into a mesh of red tape, and after some patient unwinding—during which I received most courteous treatment—I reached the following results—which make up my report for the week:— I have finished unpacking the boxes of periodicals which I reported last week. The periodicals have been sorted and I have now begun the more interesting work of making up sets to send out. Already twenty-eight sets have been made up for seventeen places. Some have been distributed, but thirteen mail sacks are ready for tomorrow. I hope to be able to send sets to all the detachments, large and small, of this expedition during the coming week—Christmas week. Thus do we introduce the short-story into the long Siberian night. On December 24th, I cabled to you: "For sending money Vladivostok branch Hongkong Shanghai Bank available." There was a violent storm here on New Year's Day, and . . . consequently what is officially known as "transportation" has been interfered with. Herewith acknowledge receipt of parcel of magazines received from you today. In thanking you for this shipment I would like to express my personal appreciation for the very good work done by the American Library Association in all the posts that I have seen in Siberia. There has just come by post from Miss Mary Polk, of Manila, a very welcome collection of supplies and information. I have been particularly eager to get printed or other matter about the working of the Camp Libraries in the States and overseas. . . . Yesterday I received by registered post from "The One Hundredth Bank, Ltd.," Tokyo, Japan, the following letter, under date of January eighth: . . . "We beg to enclose herewith a cheque payable at the Matsuda Bank for yen 3,720.93, being the equivalent of $2,000 at $53¾. This past week has been a fairly busy one. Now that I am able to get really to work with real cases of real A. L. A. books, perhaps you will not have to wade through such lengthy screeds from me. . . . Last week I reported to you the details of the quest of seven cases of books, which had gone to the Y. M. C. A. All the difficulties which had not previously arisen in that quest emerged this week. However, I got the cases on Thursday. . . . One of the seven cases was short about twenty or twenty-five books. I judge that the case had been opened en route. I have written to the Director of the Y. M. C. A. in Vladivostok for any possible clue about the missing volumes. . . . The use of the little Clearing House and Reference Library has increased beyond my expectations. And the cases which I have been able to distribute from the twenty-one received (three of which were sent out by the Y. M. C. A.) have only whetted the appetite for more. I shall be grievously disappointed if the next transport—due in about a week—does not bring a number of cases. On February 4th, I received the following cable message: . . . "Shall we subscribe magazines continue book shipments how many." . . . Now I have both letters and books. In quantity too. . . . Your words, "Your plan of action seems the only wise one," gave me immense relief. I have felt the aim of the American Library Association War Service. That explains my coming to Siberia. But I was anxious lest my lack of any experience in camp library methods should make my efforts appear futile to you from the very start. I have taken the opportunity to go over your letter of January ninth and the two sets of circular instructions more carefully. . . . As yet I have not discovered an answer to my question concerning the ultimate disposal of books. . . . Next as regards the shipment of books from Manila and from San Francisco. . . . When I arrived in December, of the fifty-five cases, twenty-four were in the Quartermaster's warehouse, having arrived but a short time before. The others had apparently been disposed of among the forces by the Quartermaster's Department. One of the twenty-four cases was addressed to a regiment with headquarters at Habarovsk, and I sent this on without opening. Of the others all but five or six contained periodicals. These I distributed as I have previously reported. Two boxes of good books I turned over to the Colonel in command at the American Base, for his regimental library—a very successful institution. There were two huge boxes of books, many of them old and worn and worm-eaten and all having two or three club labels pasted on the covers. I repacked ten smaller boxes from these and sent them to various places—a hospital, isolated stations, and so on. Several hundred of these remain. I have permitted them to be taken as gifts and have continued to distribute them myself as opportunity offered—when a new ward was opened in a nearby hospital, when a "troupe" of soldiers went off to perform at various detachments, when a Red Cross guard went to Omsk, when I learned of a handful of signal corps men at a point on the railway. About a hundred and fifty newer books I kept until I received some cards and pockets from Miss Polk—for I found none of the books in the cases equipped with cards and pockets—and with this hundred and fifty I was able to effect the beginnings of an exchange of A. L. A. books which had previously been distributed. This exchange affected five different detachments. Notice has reached me by letter from San Francisco that on the March transport, the "Thomas," which is due to arrive this coming week, there are thirty-four cases of books for me and four for the transport. . . . I shall then have received one hundred and twenty-two altogether. If twenty more are sent in response to my recent cablegram, there will be an adequate supply for this expedition at its present strength. The transport "Thomas" has arrived with A. L. A. cases, but as these are unloaded by the Quartermaster's Corps, turned over to the Commanding General, turned back to the Q. M. C., and turned over to me, it will probably be several days before my "turn" comes. The thirty-four cases for the A. E. F. Siberia have been turned over to me. As yet I have not discovered the case of supplies, but this may possibly be at the bottom of the pile. This week the Chief of Staff went over with me the situation concerning the withdrawal of the Expedition. . . . The conference was specifically about the answer, [&c.] The Chief of Staff finally suggested that periodicals might be ordered for the permanent units. . . . In case of any withdrawals the periodicals would, of course, follow these units to their new location. . . . . . . The three boxes of books containing respectively, 69 71 and 71 volumes, were promptly received and have been placed in the crew's library of this vessel. I need hardly assure you that the acquisition of a new collection of books at this time and place was especially gratifying. Last week I gave you the reasons for making the subscriptions for periodicals. . . . The colonels . . . have expressed pleasure at the idea of receiving these periodicals. I enclose a copy of the signed letter from Colonel Styer. In reply to yours of March 23rd, I beg to say that we will appreciate very much receiving the periodicals you mention. If they are addressed to the Headquarters of the Regiment, the Chaplain will attend to their distribution in case our companies are scattered in a number of places. . . . This past week I have received your letter of February twenty-first and two cable messages. . . . This week a box of periodicals sent by the United States Soldiers' Christian Aid Association, George Breck, Esq., Secretary, 5 Beekman Street, New York City, was turned over to me for distribution. The periodicals have been distributed and the gift acknowledged. . . . Up to the present I have repacked, listed, and distributed eighty-two cases. . . . [To continue] my attempts to cover the whole Expedition and to make the distribution of books so far as possible proportional to the strength of the detachments . . . now means a redistribution of books, and a redistribution from centers outside of Vladivostok and the Base—from centers, that is, which are going to be reduced in strength. Hence, I have been waiting for a fortnight or so, and shall continue to do so until it becomes clear how the troops are to be located. . . . . . . By repacking each case of books sent out from the Clearing House Library (eighty-seven cases have thus far been so repacked) and retaining a list of the contents, I have been able to build up collections of books that were largely free from duplication and that contained a proportion and type of non-fiction books adapted to the local use—at least such has been my purpose. It is altogether probable that in the redistribution of troops the larger collections have been broken up into smaller collections and repacked for this purpose in such a way that I have no longer any use for my lists. The plans for the redistribution of troops have been carried out rapidly and my appeals to the various centers for information about the books have thus far brought not a single response. Of course, where companies have gone out from the Base at Vladivostok I have been able to handle the matter as before. But the troops from centers like Habarovsk have gone from those centers, they are now on the way, and, though the sectors to be guarded are known, the actual locations of the entrained troops will depend on the discovery of suitable barracks by the Commanding Officers; hence, these ultimate locations are not known even at Head-quarters in Vladivostok. . . . I have written two short letters containing lists of books desired by Captain Ward of the Intelligence Department and by Lieutenant Horgan, the Morale Officer. No cable . . . no message about my relief has been received. The cable business here is extraordinarily slow and uncertain. Your message of March fourteenth did not reach me until the end of the month. . . . The administration of this Expedition amid huge distances and such means of communication and transportation is one of the feats of the war. . . . Chaplain Loughran [appointed my successor] is one of the four chaplains who arrived a fortnight ago on the transport "Sherman." He has been assigned to the Base, lives at the officers' mess where I have been staying, and a simple chapel room is being made for him in warehouse number three, one wall of the chapel serving also as a wall of the Base Library. So his work will be centralized—the feast of reason on one side and the flow of soul on the other. He is Catholic. Already he has made a good impression for energy and for ability to get on with the men. . . .
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12Author:  Léry Jean de 1534-1611Add
 Title:  Histoire d'vn voyage fait en la terre du Bresil, autrement dite Amerique.  
 Published:  2007 
 Subjects:  University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text 
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13Author:  unknownAdd
 Title:  Studies in bibliography, Volume 56 (2003-2004)  
 Published:  2007 
 Subjects:  University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | Studies in Bibliography 
 Description: At the opening panel of the 2001 conference of the Society for Textual Scholarship, some interesting remarks about copy-text were delivered by John Unsworth, a member of the Modern Language Association's Committee on Scholarly Editions (CSE). Unsworth said that he had originally planned to tell his audience that "the Greg-Bowers theory of editing" or "copy-text theory" had once enjoyed "hegemony within the CSE," but no longer did, owing to challenges from outside the Greg-Bowers school, where the focus was on other "periods, languages, and editorial circumstances." Unsworth submitted this thesis to Robert H. Hirst, the chair of the CSE at the time, for his thoughts, and reported receiving the following reply:
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14Author:  Horn Walter William 1908-Add
 Title:  The Plan of St. Gall  
 Published:  2007 
 Subjects:  University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | California studies in the history of art | california studies in the history of art 
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15Author:  O'Neal William BainterAdd
 Title:  An intelligent interest in architecture  
 Published:  2007 
 Subjects:  University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | Papers (American Association of Architectural Bibliographers) | papers american association of architectural bibliographers 
 Description: No more appropriate tribute to Mr. Jefferson could be paid on the occasion of the sesquicentennial of the Charter of the University of Virginia than to issue a bibliography about him as an architect. Certainly the United States had never before had an architect who had so great a respect for the authority of books, and it is doubtful if there have been many since who were so scholarly.
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