A mulher; Os Portuguezes em Tanger
para que estivessem prevenidos contra o ataque brutal de feras ainda mais brutas.
Os antigos davam o nome de destino ou fado a esta influencia occulta, absoluta, e irresistivel de Deus sobre a humanidade; os modernos povos chamam-lhe Providencia, expressão mais significativa, mais religiosa, e mais de Deus.
E a providencia nunca deixa de favorecer as boas causas.
Assim já na noute anterior a este dia de recordação e saudade, soube D. João de Menezes, governador de Arzilla, por espias que trazia no campo, os intentos e maquinações d’aquelle rei.
Era-lhe portanto impracticavel avisar a D. Rodrigo de Monsanto, que então governava Tanger, porque estas duas praças distavam uns quarenta kylometros uma da outra, e além d’esta distancia accrescia a impossibilidade de fazer a viagem por terra, por estarem occupados os caminhos por troços do exercito inimigo, e por mar nem uma embarcação havia aprest
The Smiling Hill-Top
py. At first I was delighted with the thought of unlimited milk, bought a churn and generally prepared to enjoy being a dairymaid. I soon found out my mistake. Poppy was “drying up” just as the vegetation was. The Finn woman who milked her morning and night, and who seemed to be in much closer sympathy with her than I ever hoped to be, said that what she must have was green food. Having no lawn, for reasons previously stated, that was a poser. My brother-in-law’s chauffeur, who was lent to me for a month, unbent sufficiently to go to town and press a bill into the hand of the head gardener of “The Place” of the village, so that we might have the grass mowed from that lawn. Alas for frail human nature! It seems that he disappeared from view about once in so often, and that his feet at that moment were trembling on the brink. So he slid over the edge, and the next man in charge had other friends with other cows. I tried the vegetable man next. He was a pleasant Greek, and promised me all his beet-tops and wilte
The Letter-Bag of Lady Elizabeth Spencer-Stanhope, vol 1
Pulleine of Carlton & Mrs Morland of Court Lodge, Kent. Inoculated with the Cow-pox by Mr Whittle in Grosvenor Square the Spring following. [10]
Hugh, our fifteenth Child, [11] was born September 30th, 1804, about five in the Morning & was christened at Cawthorne Church by the Rev. Mr Goodair the 1st of November following. The Sponsors were Edward Collingwood Esqre., Mr Smith of Dorsetshire & Lady Elizabeth Lowther of Swillington. The four youngest had the measles at Ramsgate.
As will be seen by this comprehensive list, of the fifteen children of Walter Spencer-Stanhope and his wife, three only failed to attain maturity. The tale of their brief lives has no part in the following correspondence, and might be dismissed without comment, save that the mention of them serves to bring yet nearer to us that mother whose powerful brain, warm heart and tireless pen bound to her the affections of her children with a devotion seldom surpassed.
Of Henry Stanhope, destined to die after mu
Short Sketches from Oldest America
tly dove remaining down for quite a while, then floated to the surface, dead. Upon examining the body, it was found to be as large as that of a whale, at the same time resembling that animal in appearance, but in addition it had four legs. The mystery had been solved and Ahvooyoolach[=a] at last knew the fate of his three brothers.
THE WHALES OF ALASKA
There are two varieties of the whale much sought for on account of the baleen they yield. The Right Whale of the Behring Sea, as well as of other waters, and the Bow-head that makes its summer run along the American coast as far as the Arctic Archipelago. In September it strikes westward to Herald Island, and in October back to the Behring Sea, where it is supposed to spend the winter months at the southern edge of the ice. It is one of the large members of the whale family, sometimes attaining a length of sixty feet or more and yielding whalebone sometimes over twelve feet in length. The Bow-head is a timid, peaceful animal, preferring to visit t
Stand By!
of the past history of everybody, will deal with offenders, while, to go to the opposite extreme, the depôt ship’s padre will be only too happy to publish the banns of marriage for any member of his flock.
In addition to all this the officers of the flotilla are honorary members of mother’s wardroom, where, despite the fact that she sometimes has great difficulty in collecting the sums due at the end of the month, she allows them to obtain meals, drinks, and tobacco. Lastly, she gets up periodical kinematograph or variety shows to which all are invited, free, gratis, and for nothing…. What more could her children want? She is a very good mother to them. Her greatness has not departed.
OUR HAPPY HOME
Compared with that of a “27-knotter” of twenty years ago the wardroom of a modern destroyer is a palatial apartment.
Imagine a room about 15 ft. long, 25 ft. wide–the whole beam of the ship–with about 7 ft. headroom.
It has white enamelled sides and ceiling. A tab
Old Mission Stories of California
t
work, for Ouiot speaks through you.’ And, a few days later, after the
burial of the dead, she told the chief men of the tribe what I had seen.
And then ended my happiness: from that day I lived a life of sorrow, for
the burden I had to bear was a heavy one: not only when I foretold
disaster and suffering to our people, but when I had joyful news for
them, even then the dread of knowing the future was terrible. Sometimes
a half-year would pass without communication from above, and I would
begin to hope that the awful gift was taken from me; but always it would
manifest itself again. My husband (for I had been married not long after
my first dream) left me just before your mother was born, but I did not
want, for I was provided with everything by the entire tribe. Your
mother, also, when she grew to be a woman, left me to be married to your
father; but when he died, he asked me to take care of his only child,
and that is why you and I have lived together all these years.”
The old woman paused, and several
Peggy in Her Blue Frock
r things to think about, and I am sure she is all right.”
It was a three days’ storm, and it was so wet on Sunday that they did not go to church or Sunday School. The day seemed very long. They helped their mother get dinner and they washed and wiped the inside dishes for her. They both liked to wash better than to wipe–it was such fun to splash the mop about in the soapy water.
“It is my turn to wash to-day,” Alice reminded Peggy.
“But you are so slow,” said Peggy. “I can do it a lot faster. However, it is your turn,” she said, handing the mop to Alice with a little sigh.
It was toward the end of the afternoon and they were beginning to get tired of reading when the door bell rang.
“It is our first caller; go to the door, Peggy,” said Mrs. Owen.
Alice followed Peggy as she ran to the door. As Peggy opened it, a sweep of wind and a swirl of rain came in. The wind was so strong it almost blew the door to. A freckled-faced boy with a pleasant smile and honest blue eyes
Once Upon A Time In Connecticut
nt was necessary to preserve order, to encourage trade, and to secure defense. The plan of union, however, as has been said, was greatly disliked by the colonies, and Connecticut sent a petition to the king praying that she might keep her privileges and her charter, and meanwhile she put off submission to the new governor as long as possible.
At last, however, Sir Edmund Andros wrote from Boston to Governor Treat of Connecticut that he would be “at Hartford about the end of the next week.” This was on October 22, 1687. He left Boston on the 26th. A record written at that time says, “His Excellency with sundry of the Council, Justices and other gentlemen, four Blue Coats, two trumpeters, 15 or 20 Red Coats, with small Guns and short Lances in the tops of them, set forth in order to go to Connecticut to assume the government of that place.” He reached Hartford on the 31st, having crossed the Connecticut River by the ferry at Wethersfield. “The troop of horse of that county conducted him honorably from th
Roads from Rome
hisper. “Do you fight for Rome? Father doesn’t know it, but I pray every day to the Good Goddess in the grainfield that she will let me go to Rome some day. Do you think she will?” Valerius rose and looked down into the child’s starry eyes. “Perhaps she will for Rome’s own sake,” he said. “Every lover counts. What is your name, Companion-in-arms? I should like to know you when you come.” “Virgil,” the boy answered shyly, colouring and drawing back as he saw Catullus. A farm servant brought up the visitors’ horses. “Goodbye, little Virgil,” Valerius called out, as he mounted. “A fair harvest to your crops and your dreams.”
The brothers rode on for some time without speaking, Valerius rather sombrely, it seemed, absorbed in his own thoughts. When he broke the silence it was to say abruptly: “I wonder if, when he goes to Rome, he will keep the light in those eyes and the music in that young throat.” Then he brought his horse close up to his brother’s and spoke rapidly as if he must rid himself of the weig
Tales of the Chesapeake
t, and the rich light of its gems was obscurer, but its form and proportions seemed to have expanded–perhaps because he had worn his eyes reading by the firelight–and the outstretched figure looked large as humanity, and the cross lofty and real, as that which it was made to commemorate. He hid it beneath his garment, and walked forth into the gray dawn of Christmas. One star remained in mid-heaven, whiter than the day. It poised over the hovel of the dead like something new-born in the sky, and unacquainted with its fellow orbs.
“Christmas gift!” shouted a party of lads and women, rushing upon the Jew. “Christmas gift! You are caught, Issachar. Give us a present, old miser!”
It was the custom in that old settled country that whoever should be earliest up, and say “Christmas gift!” to others, should receive some little token in farthings or kind.
“Bah!” answered the Jew. “Look in yonder, where the best of your religion lie, perished by your inhumanity, and behold your Christmas gift to
