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...te Mary Yonge A Penn State Electronic Classics Series Publication Life of John Coleridge Patteson: Missionary Bishop of the Melanesian Islands by Cha... ...ocument or for the file as an electronic transmission, in any way. Life of John Coleridge Patteson: Missionary Bishop of the Melanesian Islands by Cha... ...a State University is an equal opportunity university. 3 Yo n g e Life of John Coleridge Patteson: Missionary Bishop of the Melanesian Islands By Cha... ...ould that instant march into the school and ask Mr. Cor- nish to strip and birch me; and if I followed the same course I did now and did not amend it,... ...; and if I followed the same course I did now and did not amend it, if the birching did not do, he should not let me go home for the holidays; but I w... ...o, he should not let me go home for the holidays; but I will not catch the birching... —‘So believe me your dear Son, J. C. Patteson On the flap of th... ...ys, when announcing it to his sisters. He had be- gun to join the Debating Society at Eton, and for a while was the president. One of the other member... ...to maintain, and a cer- tainty of appreciation and fellow-feeling from the society with which they are connected. The Oxford of Patteson’s day was yet... ...dard required of its members, who formed ‘the most 35 Yo n g e delightful society, the very focus of the most stimulating life of the University,’ wi...

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...weather-beaten crags retain. With boughs that quaked at every breath, Gray birch and aspen wept beneath; Aloft, the ash and warrior oak Cast anchor in... ...ioned future bent. He saw your steed, a dappled gray, Lie dead beneath the birchen way; Painted exact your form and mien, Your hunting-suit of Lincoln... ...ed through the tangled screen, And opened on a narrow green, Where weeping birch and willow round With their long fibres swept the ground. Here, for r... ...rly scowl, Maid Marian, fair as ivory bone, Scarlet, and Mutch, and Little John; Their bugles challenge all that will, In archery to prove their skill... ...n vain, for Douglas came.— For life is Hugh of Larbert lame; Scarce better John of Alloa’s fare, Whom senseless home his comrades bare. Prize of the w... ...aw The Commons rise against the law, And to the leading soldier said: ‘Sir John of Hyndford, ’twas my blade That knighthood on thy shoulder laid; For ... ... to partake of their dainties. By this indulgence he forfeits for ever the society of men, and is bound down irre- vocably to the condition of Shi’ich...

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...e, even to his clothing, from the book. A letter from James Stewart to Mr. John Macfarlane, in- troduced as evidence in the trial, says: “There is one... ...deponent met with Alan Breck Stewart, with whom he was not acquainted, and John Stewart, in Auchnacoan, in the house of the walk miller of Auchofragan... ...r to Ewen Cameron of Lochiel.” Following this is a paragraph stating that “John Stewart 1st of Ardsheall of his descendants Alan Breck had 6 Kidnappe... ...nd inglorious Macbean—or may pass the corner of the close where that great society, the L. J. R., held its meetings and drank its beer, sitting in the... ...ell of Minch, and others, all well-kenned gentlemen, had plea- sure in his society. Lastly, to put all the elements of this affair before you, here is... ...ere he cast about for a comfortable seat, lighted on a big boulder under a birch by the trackside, sate down upon it with a very long, serious upper l... ...ulous, and where my uncle durst attempt no violence, and, indeed, even the society of the cabin-boy so far protected me. Once there, I believed I coul... ... I have heard it both ways) in Alan’s country of Appin. This was a wood of birches, growing on a steep, craggy side of a mountain that overhung the lo... ...idnapped der, and began to run. The next moment he was lost in a fringe of birches; then he came out again on the upper side, where I could see him cl...

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... ‘Who art thou, lad? We will guerdon thee well for aiding me. The Lord St. John is my father. And who art thou?’ ‘I? Oh, I am Hob Hogward’s lad,’ he a... ...t of bed, ‘that the Sisters are accountable for me. I am the Lady Anne St. John. My father is a lord in Bedfordshire, but he is gone to the wars in Bu... ...rs after him at once.’ ‘She makes no secret of being of gentle blood—a St. John of Bletso.’ ‘A pestilent White Rose lot! We shall have them on the sce... ... the way, over the slope of a hill, partly clothed with heather, holly and birch trees, as it rose above the moss. Hob led the pony, and there was som... ...he side of the hill, among the 18 The Herd Boy and His Hermit hollies and birches, which entirely concealed him and the bounding puppy. Hob went on i... ... boy, wakening to the instincts of his race. To think of being left to the society of the sheep, of dumb Piers and his peasant parents was dreariness ...

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...a much sorer point with him than his low origin and unenviable position in society. His father, a member of the lower middle class, had, through all s... ... who he is? He’s quite a celeb- rity, a chamberlain, one of our pillars of society, a future minister!” “I have never heard of him,” Nejdanov remarked... ...ul to our cause as a re- sult of it. You will find yourself in the highest society, will come in contact with those wonderful beauties one hears about... ...son one day, Nejdanov wandered out into the garden, and from thence into a birch wood adjoin- ing it on one side. Certain parts of this wood had been ... ...een years ago, but these clearings were already densely overgrown by young birches, whose soft sil- ver trunks encircled by grey rings rose as straigh... ...genev body had touched them. Nejdanov leaned against a solid wall of young birches cast- ing a heavy though mild shade. He was not thinking of any- th... ... time systematically, according to the examples set by men such as Quintin Johnson, Karrelius, Sverlitskov, and other writers and statisticians. Then ... ...ou,” Paklin whispered to Nejdanov, indicating Markelov. “The very image of John the Baptist eating locusts ... only locusts, without the honey! But th...

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...y if I were to ask you to tell us that you do not know anything about King John?” He spent three delightful minutes in assur- ing himself of the fact ... ...II It was a frail and blue and lonely Carol who trotted to the flat of the Johnson Marburys for Sunday evening supper. Mrs. Marbury was a neighbor and... ...dges in a rim of woods, little woods, very clean and shiny and gay, silver birches and poplars with immaculate green trunks, encircling a lake of sand... ...lued steel, and the fresh cut ends of the sticks—poplar, maple, iron-wood, birch—were marked with engraved rings of growth. The boys wore shoe- packs,... ...rt), but mostly it’s be- cause I mean something. I’m about the only man in Johnson County that remembers the joker in the Declaration of Inde- pendenc... ...mself, in striking contrast to the loose ways and so-called aris- tocratic society-life of Lord Byron, on which I have just spoken. And certainly thou... ...arlor were plastered with “hand- painted” pictures, “buckeye” pictures, of birch-trees, news- boys, puppies, and church-steeples on Christmas Eve; wit... ...nto the hall. Kennicott looked up from the Journal of the American Medical Society. “Hello! What time did you get back?” she cried. “About nine. You b... ...al country. We don’t allow any of these beastly frank novels.” “Yump. Vice Society and Postal Department won’t stand for them. The American people don...

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...e valley of Jarvis,—a smiling scene overlooked by hills clothed with firs, birch- trees, and larches, mingled with a few oaks and beeches, the richest... ...s Northern vegetables spring up in fami- lies, in myriads, where the white birches bend, graceful as maidens, where colonnades of beeches rear their b... ...o or three hun- dred houses roofed with “noever,” a sort of thatch made of birch-bark,—frail houses, long and low, looking like silk- worms on a mulbe... ...with the grain of rice sown in the first chapter of all the Geneses. Saint John, when he said the Word was God only complicated the difficulty. But th... ...; I speak as I am bidden by the Lord, who said, through the same angel, to John: “Thou shalt not seal the sayings of this Prophecy.”’ (Revela- tion xx... ...o Heaven. They penetrate the truths contained in the Revela- tion of Saint John the divine, which human science has subse- quently demonstrated and pr... ...s. Europe is at an epoch when she awaits the new Messiah who shall destroy society and remake it. She can no longer be- lieve except in him who crushe...

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...s hung there to indicate that the Babbitts were in the best Floral Heights society. No one had ever used it. No guest had ever dared to. Guests secret... ...athetic and did not hear a word. Later she would read the head- lines, the society columns, and the department-store ad- vertisements. “What do you kn... ...ver. Here’s what that gushy woman reporter says about last night: Never is Society with the big, big S more flattered than when they are bidden to par... ...ute and otherwise per- fected modern. Whenever Thompson twanged, “Put your John Hancock on that line,” Babbitt was as much amused by the antiquated pr... ...that’s all aglow with that peach-of-a-pal, Prince Albert. Prince Albert is john-on-the-job—always joy’usly more- ISH in flavor; always delightfully co... ...he La Salle—first-class places.” “Say, any of you fellows ever stay at the Birchdale at Terre Haute? How is it?” “Oh, the Birchdale is a first-class h... ...iful, friend. That’s the Shelling-Horton Steel Plant, and they tell me old John Shelling made a good three million bones out of munitions during the w... ...sh on the bright water, on the rim of gold-green balsam boughs, the silver birches and tropic ferns, and across the lake it burned on the sturdy shoul... ... in the Art Room of the Inn, with its painted rabbits, mottoes lettered on birch bark, and wait- resses being artistic in Dutch caps; he ate insuffici...

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... royally on Richard’s fourteenth birthday. The brown beechwoods and golden birches glowed to a bril- liant sun. Banks of moveless cloud hung about the... ...amiliar with the rod, a monster much despoiled of his terrors by intimacy. Birch-fever was past with this boy. The horrible sense of shame, self-loath... ...era; and besides, it plays more than one tune. However, since you think my society bad for him, let him stop away.” With the self-devotion of a woman ... ...somless youth, and cried aloud, as soon as he was relieved of his father’s society, what was the good of anything? Whatever he did—which- ever path he... ...l the amusement that could be got, and he saw his digestion menaced by the society of two ruined stomachs, who bored him just when he loved himself mo... ...ch sympathy for Benson as for Cupid. She would smile on if both were being birched. Was that a raven or Benson? He howls no more. It sounds guttural: ... ...y! when you return to town, you had better not men- tion anything—to quote Johnson—of Benson’s spiflication.” “Certainly not, sir.” The wise youth’s h... ...e is in any Dixonary, I’ve looked, my dear, and”—she spread out her arms— “Johnson haven’t got a name for me!” At this impressive woe Mrs. Berry’s voi... ...voice quavered into sobs. Lucy spoke gentle words to the poor outcast from Johnson. The sorrows of Autumn have no warning for April. The little bride,...

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...ent genius of their disciples, it has come about that now, to many a Royal Society, the Creation of a World is little more mysterious than the cooking... ...lean-brushed, pacific individu- als, perhaps sufficiently distinguished in society by this fact, that, in dry weather or in wet, “they never appear wi... ...n the Professor with the fondness of 20 Sartor Resartus a Boswell for his Johnson. And perhaps with the like re- turn; for Teufelsdrockh treated his ... ... inevitable in a German, but fatal to his success with our public. Of good society Teufelsdrockh appears to have seen little, or has mostly forgotten ... ...ed suc- cessful, is still the royal standard of that country;” what though John Knox’s Daughter, “who threatened Sovereign Majesty that she would catc... ...ory, and could be acted on through the muscular integument by appliance of birch-rods. “Alas, so is it everywhere, so will it ever be; till the Hod- m... ...master make show of his instructing-tool: nay, were he to walk abroad with birch girt on thigh, as if he therefrom expected honor, would there not, am... ...round, I would fain carry it farther than most do; and whereas the English Johnson only bowed to every Clergyman, or man with a shovel-hat, I would bo...

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...y Mr. Robert Carey, in his Vaticination on the Death of the celebrated Dr. John Donne: Now thou art gone, and thy strict laws will be T oo hard for li... ...Ritchie desired to possess, as a compensation for his exclusion from human society. His sister survived till the publication of the tale to which this... ...on, galled by the sense of ridicule and contempt, and avenging itself upon society, in idea at least, by a gloomy misanthropy. David Ritchie, besides ... ...r tell! “The Brown Man of the Moor, that stays Beneath the heather-bell.” —JOHN LEYDEN T he object which alarmed the young farmer in the middle of his... ...that it’s ony concern of mine in particular,—but I heard the priest of St. John’s, and our minister, bargaining about it at the Winter fair, and troth... ...ped with a strong convulsive shudder), even he thought me more fit for the society of lunatics—for their disgraceful restraints— for their cruel priva... ...ined the centre of a small wood, composed of large oaks, intermingled with birches, mountain-ashes, hazel, holly, and a variety of underwood. The boug...

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...ad met and conferred with little Hartopp, President of the Natural History Society, an insti- tution which Stalky held in contempt, Hartopp was more t... ...science bounds were largely relaxed for the members of the Natural History Society. They could wander, if they kept clear of all houses, practically w... ...an, too, gave them a squirrel, which they presented to the Natural History Society; thereby checkmating little Hartopp, who wished to know what they w... ...f a mustache, at which he pulled manfully. “We need a rousing old tune.” “‘John Peel’? ‘Drink, Puppy, Drink’?” suggested Abanazar, smoothing his baggy... ...the final ballet? It’s four kicks and a turn,” said Dick Four. “Oh! Er! John Short will ring the curtain down. And ring the prompter’s bell; ... ...We’ll get you some straw. Shall we’?” The house hurried in to the tune of “John Brown’s body,” sung by lov- ing schoolmates, and barricaded themselves... ...t’s that, Foxy? What are you stealin’ the gentleman’s brolly for?—We don’t birch here. We cane! T ake Rudyard Kipling away that bauble!—Number off fr...

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...when, four years be- fore, she had reluctantly consented to relinquish the society of her daughter in order that the latter might enjoy the ad- vantag... ...bullet in my thigh, and then cut it out with my own jack-knife. Old Indian John knows the time well. I met him with a party of the Dela- wares, on the... ...elf, he again faced the party, and added: “If you see anything of In- dian John, about the foot of the lake, you had better take him with you, and let... ... savages how to hold his tongue— trust to me, lad; and remember old Indian John.” “ And, Natty,” said the youth eagerly , still holding the black by t... ...th. Accustomed to ease, and unequal to the struggles incident to an infant society , the affluent emigrant was barely enabled to maintain his own rank... ...te of the Union; but it was peculiarly the fortunes of the two extremes of society, in the peaceful and unenterprising colonies of Pennsylvania and Ne... ...penings of the mountain he was on, and lighted the shining covering of the birches, until their smooth and glossy coats nearly rivalled the mountain s...

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... to Mr. Shalders, the opinion of all thoughtful people in England was with John Company and the better part of the Press to condemn Lord Ormont in his... ... liar novel relish of it, coming from a social pressman and a dame of high society. The different hemispheres became known as one sphere to these bird... ...d, with a certain amount of truth, that the women unaware of the advantage Society gave them (as to mastering men) were fools. Tender, is not a word c... ...warranted good blood. Is that to be found certificated out of the rolls of Society? It may just possibly be found, without certificate, however, in th... ... men: bad for the blood. Those monastery monks found that out. They had to birch the devil out of them three times a day and half the night, howling l... ...the abrupt intrusion of the name. “I meet him there.” “Lord Adderwood, Sir John Randeller; and the rest?” 69 George Meredith “T wo or three times a w... ...ised set,—as, for instance, Mrs. Lawrence Finchley and Lord Adderwood; Sir John Randeller and Lady Staines; Mrs. May, Amy May, notorious wife of a fig... ...immediately upon perusal down with their you-know- what and hoist them and birch them a jolly two dozen with- out parley. Boon smacked his leg, and th...

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... success as the burden of a despondent husband would allow to her. William John Fleming was simply a poor farmer, for whom the wheels of the world wen... ...reeting from the threshold,— “Brother T ony!” “Here he is, brother William John.” “Surely, and so he is, at last.” The farmer walked up to him with hi... ...” said the farmer, approvingly. “And home-made bread, too, brother William John,” said Anthony, becoming brisk. “Ay, and the beer, such as it is.” The... ... up and tight 23 George Meredith and right, I’m gay, and ask for a bit of society: well, I’m at my tea: I hear her foot thumping up and down her bed-... ...when you was girls. And if, you’ve been dull, my dear, what’ s the good o’ society? T ea-cakes mayn’t seem to cost money, nor a glass o’ grog to neigh... ...indicate his unneighbourliness and the seclusion of his daughters from the society of girls of their age and condi- tion; nor was it hard for Rhoda to... ...ution of claimants to her hand. She was golden and white, like an autumnal birch-tree—yellow hair, with warm-toned streaks in it, shad- ing a fabulous...

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...hich few of his associates could boast) by early intercourse with polished society. His features, also, were handsome, and promised to be manly and di... ...rt distance from the cottage, they approached it, and, using the bark of a birch- tree as a cup, partook of its cool waters. They then pursued their h... ...n and habits had made him delight in the atmosphere of the inn, and in the society of those who frequented it; and of this species of enjoyment his pr... ...then read on, “be- ing the vessel wherein that eminent son of New England, John Langton, Esq., had taken passage for his native coun- try, after an ab... ...kedness of the rock, it rests with pleasure on the cheerful foliage of the birch, or upon the darker green of the funereal pine. Just at the termi- na... ...en’s affections, his generosity would have induced him to refrain from her society before it was too late. He had read her character with accuracy, an...

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... final disposition I contemplate depositing them with the Essex Historical Society. But the object that most drew my atten tion to the mysterious pac... ... almost as seasonably as they marked out the first burial ground, on Isaac Johnson’s lot, and round about 39 Hawthorne his grave, which subsequently ... ...ongenial in the soil that had so early borne the black flower of civilised society, a prison. But on one side of the portal, and rooted almost at the ... ...le of guilt and shame in a fellow 46 The Scarlet Letter creature, before society shall have grown corrupt enough to smile, instead of shuddering at ... ...e voice which had called her attention was that of the reverend and famous John Wilson, the eldest clergyman of Boston, a great scholar, like most of ... ...n of King James’s reign, caused his head to look not a little like that of John the Baptist in a charger. The impression made by his aspect, so rigid ... ...l, she turned elsewhere for better pas time. She made little boats out of birch bark, and freighted them with snailshells, and sent out more ventures...

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..., the beautiful creature can talk.’ He wondered, for she was young, new to society. Subsequently he is rather ashamed of his wonderment, and accounts ... ...ual) dilemma.’ They desire to have ‘a still woman; who can make a constant society of her pins and needles.’ They create by stoppage a volcano, and ar... ...ly cultivate the art. We require the supple tongue a closer intercourse of society gives.’ —Eight or ten hundred. Comfortable enough for a man in cham... ...y trooped down a pathway of nodding heads and curtsies, resembling oak and birch-trees under a tempered gale, even to the shedding of leaves, for here... ...terature a delusion, and doubts the wis- dom of having poets for clerks.’ ‘John-Bullish!’ Diana exclaimed. ‘He speaks contemptu- ously of the poor boy...

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...y proud of the name of Sir William de Moune in the battle roll, and of Sir John among the first Knights of the Garter. Her favourite was Sir Maurice, ... ...s. Mr. Mohun thought very highly of the whole family, and rejoiced in such society for his daughters, and they speedily became so well acquainted, tha... ...Greenwood stuck a pink between his lips, and the green boughs of hazel and birch decked the 35 Yo n g e dark oak carvings in the church. And Whit-Mon... ...t-Monday came. At half-past ten the rude music of the band of the Friendly Society came pealing from the top of the hill, then appeared two tall flags... ...by making such a row,’ said Claude. ‘If you had been as orderly members of society as I am—’ ‘Oh, but Claude,’ said Ada, ‘papa told me to see if I cou... ... said Claude. ‘Where? Who?’ ‘Oh! the Naylors, and the Rays, and the Walls. John Ray died this morning, and they do not think that T om Naylor will liv... ... said Mr. Mohun. ‘No, I did not, I was so tired when I came back from poor John Ray’s funeral, that I thought I would take a holiday, and sleep at hom...

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...dmiration to a thing for its abstract virtue only)—the ladies were scaling society by the help of the Arts. To this laudable end sacrifices were now m... ...sary, because there was no other way of securing Lady Gosstre, who led the society of the district. The great lady gave her promise to attend: “though... ...ted. In short, the man really had the language of the very elect of polite society. If you are not versed in this 47 George Meredith alphabet of mute... ...d cricketer and hard-hitter, being leader; with Peter Bartholomew, potboy, John Girling, miller’s man, and Ned Thewk, gardener’s assistant, for lieute... ...onsible person had to be restrained from granting the wish he cherished by John Girling, whom he threw for his trouble and as Burdock was the soundest... ... such a place:—Maddened, I say, Wilfrid, a keen swordman, cleared a space. John Girling fell to him: Ned Thewk fell to him, and the sconce of Will Bur... ...she met Mr. Barrett there at last. Emilia was by his side, near a drooping birch. She beckoned to Cornelia, whose North Pole armour was doing its best... ...od with a flowing silver fir to right and left, and the white stems of the birch-tree shining from among them. This fair woodland court had three broa...