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Chap. 9, Chinese in Virginia City.

Every man that had any re8|iect for bins-
self would have got drunk, as was the
custom of the country on all oocaaions of
public moment.
Chap. 10. An Incident of Mount Daridson,

They sharpened my teeth till I could have
shaved with them. ... I found, after-
ward, that only strangers eat tamarinds —
but wiey only eat them once.

Chap. 18. Honolulu,

I had to swallow suddenly, or my heart
would have got out. Chap. SS. Lecturing.

Be virtuous and yon will be eccentric.

Mental Photoiraphs.

I tried him with mild jokes; then with
severe ones. A Deoeptioii.

Soap and education are not as sudden as

a massacre, but they are more deadly in the

long run. The Facta coDcemln^ the

Beoent Besi^atlon.

He was a very inferior farmer when he
first b^?un, . . . and he is now fast rising
from affluence to poverty.

Bev. Henry Ward Baecher*i Pam.

Barring that natural expression of villainy
which we sill have, the man looked honest
enough. A Hysterloos Visit.

I sent down to the rum mill on the comcsr
and hired an artist by the week to sit up
nights and curse that stranger. IS,

They inwardly resolved that so long mm
they remained in the business their piracies
sliould not again be sullied with the crime
of stealing.

The Adventures of Tom Bawyar.
Chap. 13,

He found out a new thing— namely, that
to promise not to do a thing is the surest
way in the world to make a body want to
go and do that very thing. Chap. 22.

This little book fed me in a very hnngiy
place. A Tramp Abroad. Chop. /.

The Cross of the Legion of Honour has
been conferred upon me. However, few
escape that distinction. Chap. 8,

The very ''marks" on the bottom of a
piece of rare crockery are able to throw me
mto a gibbering ecrtasy. Chap, tO,

For a male person bric-i-brac bunting is
about as robust a business as making doll-
clothes. I^.

I am content to be a brie'd»brmckei and a
Keramiker. A

Some of his words were not Sunday-school
words. i*.

Some of those old American words dm
have a kind of a holly swing to them. Ih,


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!?»«« was things wrliidk he stretched, but
Bttmly be told ^le truth.

The JLAvsntar^s of Hsekleberry Finn.

Chap. i.

Tbe iftatesneiits was mterestmg, but tough.

Chap, n.

Troulde hss hnms these grey hairs and

tlus pnemsture halditade. Chap. 19.

AH ^nga is mostly rapecalHoiu. Chap. 23,

ybasit we ^ot all the fools in town on our
sde? And am't that a big enough majority
in any town ? Chap. ft?.

There's plenty of boys that will come
hankering and gruTrellinff around when
you're got an apple^ and beg the core off
you ; but when ikejfte got one, and you beg
for the core, and remina them how you giye
thesi a core one time, they make a moutn at
yoa« and say thank you 'most to death, but
there aint a-going to ^ no core.

Tom Sawyer Abroad. Chap. 1,

There ain't no way to find out why a
»orer can't hear himself snore. Chap. 10.

There was worlds of reputation in it, but
BO mcmey.

A Taakae at the Court of King Arthur.
Chap. 9.

Those transparent swindles — transmissible
nobmtj and kingship. Chap. t8.

He had only one vanity; he thought he
could give advice better than any other


The Han that Corrupted Hadlsyburtf.

Chap. 1.

He was probably fond of them, but he
was always able to conceal it. [Referring
to ThomoM CarlyU and Ameriean».\

■y First Lis.

The silent, ooloesal National Lie that is
the support and confederate of all the
tyrannies and shams and inequalities and
unfairnesses that afflict the peoples— that is
the one to throw bricks and sermons at. lb.

An experienced, industrious, ambitious,
and often quite picturesque liar.

Jly Military Campaign.

I always hire a cheap man . . . and let
him break in the pipe for me.

iBtoraisw. Thg Idler, 189$.

Get your facts first, and then you can
distort em as much as you please. lb.

GXOVEft CLEVELAND (1887-1908).
Party honesty is psrty expediency.
- tarn JoonMOlst, Sept. 19, 1889.

J. CLEVELAND (1618-1668).
Nature's confectioner, the bee.

Posms {published 1669).

Heaven's ooalery,
A coal-pit rampant, or a mine on flame. lb.

ARTHUR H. CLOUGH (1819-1861).

What we all love is good touched up with

evil —
Religion's self must have a spice of devil.

. Dtpsyehns. Fitri 1, ee. S.

life loves no lookers-on at his great game.

Fart 5, se. 4
At church on Sunday to attend
Will serve to keep the world thy friend.

The Latest Decalogue.

Thou shalt not kill ; but need'st not strive
Officiously to keep alive. lb.

Grace is given of God, but knowledge is
bou^t in the market.

The Bothls of Tobcr pa^Yoollch. 4.

A world where nothing is had for nothini?.


All the incongruous things of past incom-
patible ages

Seem to be treasured up here* to make fools
of present and future.

Amours ds Voyage. Canto 1,

What voice did on my srarit fall,
Peschiera, when thy bridge I crossed ?
" 'Tis better to have fought and lost.
Than never to have fought at all."t

That out of sight is out of mind
Is true of most we leave behind.

Bongs of Absence.

VaLLIAM COBBETT (1762>1888).

Free yourselves from the slavery of tea
and coffee and other slopkettle.

Advios to Young Hen. 1. To a Youth.

To be poor and independent is very nearly
an impossibility. B. To a Young Man.

Public credit means the contracting cf
debts which a nation never can pay. lb,


Thou hast no faults, or I no faults can spy ;
Thou art all beauty, or all blindness I.

• Rome.

t Ihtne two lines are rrpeatcd at the end of the
poem, and in a sequel to it. »* Alteram partem."
also dated 1849. The linea in Tennyson's *' In
Memoriam" (q.v.) were publiiihed in 1850.


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SIR EDWARD COK£ (1662-1634).

When a great, learned man (who ia long

in making) dieth, much learning dieth ymb,

him. The Inatltates. A Commentary

npon Littleton. Fr»/aee,

The gladsome light of junsprudence.

Itrtt Imtiiute,

The law, which ia the perfection of

reason. Jb,

How long soever it hath continued if it he

against reason, it is of no force in law.

lb. Sec. 80,

Time has made this question without

question. Third Institute. See. SOt,

Certainty is the mother of Quietness and
He^ose; and Incertainty the cause of
variance and contentions. lb,

A man's house is his castle. lb.

As for a Drunkard, who is voluntariua
d(tmont he hath (as hath heen said) no
privilege thereby, hut what hurt or ill
BO ever he doeth, his drunkenness doth
aggravate it lb.

The house of everyone is to him as his castle
and fortress. Semayne's Case. 6 Rep. 91.

They (corporations) cannot commit treason
nor be outlawed nor excommunicate, for
they have no souls.

Case of Button's Hospital. 10 Rep. S2,


And laughter oft is but an art
To drown the outcry of the heart.

Address to Gold Fishes.
The love-light in her eye.

She is not Fair to Outward View.
Her very frowns are fairer far
Than snules of other maidens are. lb.

And the thronged river toiling to Ihe
main.* Sonnet : To a Frlond.


O what a wonder seems the fear of death,
Seeing how gladly we all sink to sleep !

Monody on the Death of Chatterton.
Pain after pain, and woe succeeding woe-
Is my heart destined for another blow P

Lines, on receiving an aeeount that hi»
Sister's death was inevitable.
Pity, best taught by fellowship of woe.

To a Young Ass.
Half -famished in a land of luxury. lb,

• 8u la mariiia, dove '1 Po discende,
Per »v«r pace co* aeguacl sui.— Tasso.
(To the sea where the Po desoends for rest
with hia tributaries.)

Ere sin could blight or sorrow fade^
Death came with friendly care ;

The opening bud to Heaven oonveyed|
And bade it blossom there.

Epitaph OD an Infant.

Friend to the friendless, to the sick man

With generous joy he viewed his modest

Lines written at the King^s Arms, Ross.
Thou rising sun, thou blue rejoicing sky.
Yea, everything that is and will be free !
Bear witness for me, wheresoe'er ye be.
With what deep worship I have still adored
The spirit of divinest Liberb^.

France: JLn Ode. 1,

Yes, while I stood and gazed, my temple«

And shot my being through earth, sea and

Possessing all things with intensest love,
O Liberty ! my spirit felt thee there. lb. 5.
Forth from bis dark and lonely hiding-place
portentous sight !) the owlet Atheism,
Sailing on obsoene wings athwart the noon.
Drops his blue fringdd lids, and holds them

And hooting at the glorious sun in Heaven,
Cries out, *^Where w it ? "

Fears In Solitude.
Boys and girls,
And women, that would groan to see a

Pull off an insect's leg, all read of war.
The best amusement for our morning meal.

All thoughts, all passions, all delights,

Whatever stirs this mortal frame.
All are but ministers of Love,

And feed his sacred flame. Love.

Soft the glances of the youth.

Soft his speech, and soft his sigh ;
But no sound like simple truth,

But no true love in his eye.

To an Unfortunate Woman.
The strongest plume in wisdom's pinion

Is the memory of past folly. lb,

'Tis sweet to him, who all the week

Through dty crowds must push his way.
To stroll alone through fields and woods.

And hallow thus the Sabbath-day.


But the lark is so brimful of gladness and

The green fields below him, the blue sky

That he sings, and he sings; and for ever

sings he—
" I love my Love, and my Love loves me ! '»
JLnswer to a Child's QneatloB.


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ThM WOTld has angeU aU too few,
And iiaaTen is OTerflowing.

To a Toon^ Lady.
Siaest from forfh thy silent sea of ptnes.*

Hymn before Sonrlse In

the Tale of Ghamonnl*

Ye UTing flowen that skirt the eternal

frost! n,

E^t^ with her thoosand Toioes, praises
ao<i, yj^

^o 'vHsh profaned my orerwhehndd heart
Bleat hour 1 it was a luxury,— to be I

Refleetlons on haTln^ left a
place of Retirement
']T^ toTie that, pasnonate for ancient truths,
And honouring with religious love the great
Of elder timea, he hated to excess.
With an unquiet and intolerant scorn,
«io l^Uow puppets of a hollow age,
^'▼er idolatrous, and ohanging erer
Ita wxjrthlees idols! learning, power and

^ime. 1 Tombless Epitaph.

In nature there k nothing melancholy.

The Hi^tin^e.
A mother is a mother stiU,

TIm holiest thing alire.

rmr * * The Three aFaYss.

We ne'er can be

Hade happy by compulsion. lb.

Ah! could I be once more a careless

caud ! Bonnet to the RlTer Otter.

So for the mother's sake the child was dear,
And dearer was the mother for the child !
■oanei to a Friend who asked how I felt

when the nurM Jlrtt presented my Infant

to WW.

Joj nasi in me like a summer's mom.

Christmas CaroU 8.
Xemsr, beliere me.
Appear the Immortals,
Xerer alone.
YUlt of the Gods. {ImU.from SehiUer.)

To meet, to know, to lore— and then to

Is the sad tale of many a human heart

Couplet written in a volume of Foems,
Throngn carems measureless to man

Down to a sunless sea. Kubla Khao

Bj thy long grey beard and glittering eye,
Now wherefore stopp'st thou me ?

Rime of the Andant Mariner. Fart 1,

He holds him with his glittering eye.
The hride bath paced into the hall,
B«d as a roee ia she.
Aod ice, mast-high, came floating by
As green as emeralo.



We were the first that ever burst
Into that silent sea.

As idle as a painted ship
Upon a painted ocean.

Water, water, eyerywhere.
Nor any drop to drmk.
Alone, alone, all, all alone,
Alone on a wide, wide sea !




Fart I


• Mont Blanc

O happy Uving things ! no tongue

Their beauty might declare :

A ^rinff of love gushed from my heart.

And I blessed them unaware. Jb,

Oh Sleep! ii is a gentle thing

Beloved from pole to pole ! Fart 5.

A noise like of a hidden brook

In the leafy month of June,

ITiat to the sleeping woods all night

Smgeth a quiet tune. jb.

Like one, that on a lonesome road

Doth walk in fear and dread.

And having onoe turned round walks on.

And turns no more his head •

Because he knows, a frightful fiend

Doth doee behind him tread. Fart 6,

And I with sobs did pray—

O let me be awake, my God I

Or let me sleep alway. j^

He loves to talk with mariners

That come from a far countree. Fart 7,

So lonely 'twas that God himself

Scarce seemed there to be. Jb,

He prayeth well, who loveth well

Both man and bird and beast

He prayeth best who loveth best

All things both mat and small ;

For the dear GkS who loveth us.

He made and loveth alL jb.

He went like one that hath been stunned

And IS of sense forlorn :

A sadder and a wiser mi^Ti^

He rose the morrow mom. Jb,

And the Spring comes slowly up this way.

ChrlstebeL Fart J,
9?f^^^^*^ flgores strange and sweet
All made out of the carver's brain. lb,

A sight to dream of, not to tell ! lb.

But this she knows, in joys and woes.
That saints will aid if men will call ;
For the blue sky bends over all !

Conclusion to Fart J,
Each matin beU, the Baron saith.
Knells us back to a world of death. Fart t.
Her face, oh ! call it fair, not pale. lb.

For she belike hath drunken deep
Of all the blessedness of -sleep. Jb.


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Alas! they had been friends in jonik :
But whispering tongues can poison truth ;
And oonstancj Utos in reahns above ;
And life is thorny ; and youth is vain ;
And to be wroth with one we love
Doth work like madness in the brain.

GhrUtabeL Fartf.

They stood aloof, the scars remaining,
Like diffs which had been rent asunder ;
A dreary sea now flows between. Ih,

Perhaps 'tis pretty to force together
Thoughts so all unlike each otner.

Conelusum to Part t.

The Knight's bones are dust,

And his ^ood sword rust ; —

His soul IS with the saints, I trust.

The Knliht*! Tomb.

Old friends bum dim, like lamps in noisome

LoTe them for what they are; nor love

them less,
Because to thee they are not what they

were. Duty surrivln^ Belf-LoTe.

This tale's a fragment from the life of
dreams. Phantom or Fact f

Flowers are loyely ; Love is flower-like ;
Friendship is a sheltering tree ;
O I the joys, that came aown shower-likOi
Of Friendship, Love, and Liberty,

Ere I was old. Youth and l^e.

Like some poor nigh -related ^est,
That may not rudely be dismissed ;
He hath out-stayed his welcome while,
And tells the jest without the smile. lb.

My eyes moke pictures, when they are shut.
A Day Dream.

And backward and forward he switched his

long tail
As a gentleman switches his cane.

The De¥U*s Thoughts.* iS^. i.

His jacket was red and his breeches were

And there was a hole where the tail came

through. St. S,

He saw a Lawyer killing a viper
On a dunghill hard by his own stable ;

And the Devil smiled, for it put him in
Of Cain and his brother Abel. 8L 4.

He saw a cottage with a double coach-

A cottage of gentility :
And the Devil (Od grin, for his darling sin

Is pride that apes humility. St, 6.

* Jointly composed by Coleridge and Bonthey
(«/: SoQtbey).

Down the river did glide, with wind and
with tide,
A pig with vast celerity ;
And the Devil looked wise as ^e saw liovr

the while
It cut its own throat. *' There ! " quoth he,
with a smile,
*< Gk)es England's commercial proeperity.**

St. 8.
As he went through Ck)ld-Bath FieXda he
A solitary cell ;
And the Devil was pleased, for it gave him a
For improving his prisons in HelL lb.

And leered like a love-sick pigeon. St. IS.

To know, to esteem, to love,— and then to

Makes up life's tale to many a feeling heart.
On taking leave of ^ 1617.

Your poem must eternal be,

Dear Sir ! it cannot fail !
For 'tis incomprehensible.

And without head or taiL

To the Author of the Aneleat Harlaar.

IVochee trips from long to short.

Metrical FMt.
Iambics march from short to long ; —
With a leap and a bound the swift Anapsestt
throng. lb.

Strongly it bears us along in swelling and

limitless billows.
Nothing before and nothing behind but the

sky and the ocean.

The Homarlo Hezameter.f

In the hexameter rises the fountain's silvaiy

In the pentameter aye falling in melody

back. Ovldian Elegiac ll€tr«.t

But Heaven that brings out good from evil.
And loves to disappoint the Devil.

Job*! Luck.

It sounds like stories from the land of nurita.
If any man obtain that which he menu.
Or any merit that which he obtains.


Greatness and goodness are not means, hut

Hath he not always treasures, always

The good great man f — three treasures, loTe

and light,
And calm thoughts, regular as infant's

And three firm friends, more sure than day

and niffht —
Himself , his Maker, and the angel Death.


i These are translated tnm Schiller.


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Than melta tba ImbUe into idle air,

And wiabing without hope I zestlesslv


BloMomlii^ of tha BoUtary Date-TTM. 4,

Be that blind bard, who on the Chian strand
Bj those deep sounds possessed with
Bdield the Biad and the Odyssey
Bise to the swelling of the Toioefol sea.

Ikney in Hnbllmi.
In Kohl, a town of monks and bones,
And payementa fanged with murderous

And rags, and haffs, and hideous wenches ;
I oonnted two and seventy stenches,
AH wdl defined, and several stinks !
Ye Nvmphs that reign o'er sewers and sinks,
IJe nver Rhine, it is weU known,
Drth wash your ci^ of Cologne ;
Bnt tell me. Nymphs ! what power divine
Shall henceforth waah the river Rhine ?

Hie victim of a useless constancy.

Remorse. Act 1, 9,
Ha was his Haker'a image undefaced.

Act f , 1,
Nafairehad made him for some other planet,
And pressed his soul into a human shape
Bf accident or malioei In this world
He found no fit companion. Act 4, 1,

I rtood in unimaginable trance,
And agony that cannot be remembered.

Act 4, 5.
Thou art the framer of mj nobler being ;
J*or does thore live one virtue in my soul,
One houourablQ hope, but calls thee father.
Zapolya. JPart 7, i.

A sov»vign*B ear ill brooks a subject's
questioning. i^.

jfrk how the acorpion, falsehood,

Coils round in its own perplexity, and fixes

Its rting in its own head ! Jh,

The bad nuui'a courage still prepares the

^« its own outwitting. JJ,

CwMdence, good my lord.

It but the pulse of reason. Jh,

Oh we are querulous creatures ! Little less
Than all things can suffice to make us


j^ little more than nothing is enough

To discontent us. Fart i, Act i, 1,

AH her commands were gracious, sweet

How could it be then, but that her requests
''ttt need have sounded to me as com-
mands? /J.

I M and seek the Ught I cannot see. lb.

Adieu! adieu!
Love's dreams prove seldom true. Act t^ 1,
None love their country, but who love
their home. Act 4, S,

Worked himself, st^ by step, throuf^ each

From the ranks upwards. And verily, it

A precedent of hope, a spur of action

To the whole corps, if once in their re-

An old, deserving soldier makes his way.

Plecolomlnt {Ut part of WaOttutiin.
TroMlatedfrom Schiller,) Act i, i.

"Dash! and through with it!"— That's
the better watchword. Act 1^ t.

Men's words are ever bolder than their
deeds. Act i, S.

Heavei^ never meant him for that passive

That can be struck and hammered out to

Another's taste and fancy. He'll not dance
To every tune of every minister.
It goes against his nature— he can't do it

Actl, 4.
My sou ! the road the human being travels.
That, on which Blbbbiko comes and eoee.

doth foUow *^

The river's course, the valley's playful

Carves round the cornfield and the hill of

Honouring the holy bounds of property !
And thus secure, though late, leads to its

end ij.

Where he plunges in.
He makes a whirlpool, and allstream down

to it. Act i, 1.

For fable is Love's world, his home, his

birthplace ;
Delighted dwells he 'mong fays and

And spirits; and delightedly believes
Divimties, being himself divine.
The intelligible forms of ancient poets,
The fair humanities of old religion,
The power, the beauty, and the majesty.
That had their haunts in dale, or piny

Or forest, by slow stream, or pebbly spring.
Or chasms^ and^wat'ry depths; all these

have vanished.
They live no longer in the faith of reason ;
But still the heart doth need a language, sthl
Doth the old instinct bring back the old

names. Act f, 4.

Mv way must be straight on. True with

Ihe tongue.
False with tl^e heart— I may not, cannot be.

Act S, S.


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Power on an andent consecrated throne.
Strong in poseesdon, founded in old custom ;
Power bj a thousand tough and stringy

Fixed to the people's pious nursery-faith.

PlooolomlnL Aet4i 4^
Time consecrates ;
And what is grey with age becomes religion.

The doing evfl to ayoid an erfl
Cannot be good. Act 4, 6,

IVe lived and loved. lb.

Not one of those men who in words are

And when it comes to action skulk away.

Act 6, 4-
It stung me to the quick that birth and title
Should nave more weight than merit has in

Ui'anny. Act 5, 5,

Example does the whole. Whoever^ fore-
Still leads the herd. An imitative creatui«
Is man.

The Death of WaUenstein. Act 1, 4.
On a divine law divination rests. Act I, 9,

think not of his errors now ; remember
His greatness, his munificence, think on all
The lovely features of his character,

On all the noble exploits of his life,

And let them, like an angel's arm, unseen

Arrest the lifted sword. ActS, 8,

Be noble-minded !
Our own heart, and not other men's

Forms our true honour. Act S, 9,

His life is bright— bright without spot it

And cannot cease to be. ActS, 1,

1 shall grieve down this blow, of that I'm
conscious :

What does not man grieve down ? Jb,

Clothing the palpable and familiar

With golden exhalations of the dawn. Jb,

So often do the spirits
Of ffreat events stride on before the events,
And in to-day already walks to-morrow, lb.

Our "myriad-minded Shakespeare "—a
phrase which I have borrowed from a Greek
monk, who applies it to a patriarch of Con-
stantinople. Blof. Lit

Summer has set in with his usual severity.
Letter to & Lamb.

You abuse snufP ! Perhaps it is the final
cause of tiie human nose.

Table Talk. Jan, 4, 18tS,


A man of maTimw only is like a Cydopa
,with one eye, and that eye placed m the
back of his head. Junet4,18t7.

Prose s words in their best order ; poetry
B the bett words in the best order.

Jtdy If, 18f7,

Good and bad men are each less so than
they seem. April 19, 1890,

A rogue is a roundabout fool.

My mind is in a state of philosophical
doubt. April 90, 18S0.

You may depend upon it, the more oath-
taking, the more lying generally among the
people. May £5, 1890,

In politics, what begins in fear usually
ends m folly. Oct, 5, 1890,

The three ends which a statesman on^ht
to propose to himself in the govemmeni of
a nation, are— 1. Security to possessors ; 2.
Facility to acquirers ; ana 3. Hope to all

Jm0 26,1891,
Spire-steeples which . . . point as with
sflent finger to the sky and stars.*

The Friend. No, I4,

WILLIAM COLLINS (1721-1769).
How sleep the brave, who link to rest,
By all their country's wishes blest !

Ode (ITU).
By Faiiy hands their knell is rung,
Bv forms unseen their dirse is sung ;
There Honour comes, a pilgrim grey,
To bless the turf that wraps the& day.
And Freedom shall awhile repair,
To dwell a weeping hermit there ! Ih,

When Murio, heavenly maid, was young.
While yet in early Greece she sung.
The Passions oft. to hear her shel^
Thronged around her magic cell.

The Patslona.

A solemn, strange and mingled air,

'Twas sad by fits, by starts 'twas wild.


And Hope enchanted smfled, and waved her

golden hair. j^^

In notes by distance made more sweet. Jb,
In hollow murmurs died away. Jb.

O Music, sphere- descended maid.
Friend of pleasure, wisdom's aid. Jb,

Let not dank Will misleadyou to the heath.
Dancing in mirky night, o^er fen and lake.
Ode. Jvpular Super»titum»,

In yonder grave a Druid lies.

Ode. Jkath of Mr, Thonuon (13^49),

* Set Wordiwortli : " Spires whose sUaot finger, **

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