Sunday, September 30, 2018

A Child's Dream of a Star by Charles Dickens



There was once a child, and he strolled about a good deal, and thought of a number of things. He had a sister, who was a child too, and his constant companion. These two used to wonder all day long. They wondered at the beauty of the flowers; they wondered at the height and blueness of the sky; they wondered at the depth of the bright water; they wondered at the goodness and the power of God who made the lovely world.

They used to say to one another, sometimes, supposing all the children upon earth were to die, would the flowers, and the water, and the sky be sorry? They believed they would be sorry. For, said they, the buds are the children of the flowers, and the little playful streams that gambol down the hill-sides are the children of the water; and the smallest bright specks playing at hide and seek in the sky all night, must surely be the children of the stars; and they would all be grieved to see their playmates, the children of men, no more.

There was one clear shining star that used to come out in the sky before the rest, near the church spire, above the graves. It was larger and more beautiful, they thought, than all the others, and every night they watched for it, standing hand in hand at a window. Whoever saw it first cried out, "I see the star!" And often they cried out both together, knowing so well when it would rise, and where. So they grew to be such friends with it, that, before lying down in their beds, they always looked out once again, to bid it good-night; and when they were turning round to sleep, they used to say, "God bless the star!"

But while she was still very young, oh very, very young, the sister drooped, and came to be so weak that she could no longer stand in the window at night; and then the child looked sadly out by himself, and when he saw the star, turned round and said to the patient pale face on the bed, "I see the star!" and then a smile would come upon the face, and a little weak voice used to say, "God bless my brother and the star!"

And so the time came all too soon! when the child looked out alone, and when there was no face on the bed; and when there was a little grave among the graves, not there before; and when the star made long rays down toward him, as he saw it through his tears.

Now, these rays were so bright, and they seemed to make such a shining way from earth to Heaven, that when the child went to his solitary bed, he dreamed about the star; and dreamed that, lying where he was, he saw a train of people taken up that sparkling road by angels. And the star, opening, showed him a great world of light, where many more such angels waited to receive them.

All these angels, who were waiting, turned their beaming eyes upon the people who were carried up into the star; and some came out from the long rows in which they stood, and fell upon the people's necks, and kissed them tenderly, and went away with them down avenues of light, and were so happy in their company, that lying in his bed he wept for joy.

But, there were many angels who did not go with them, and among them one he knew. The patient face that once had lain upon the bed was glorified and radiant, but his heart found out his sister among all the host.

His sister's angel lingered near the entrance of the star, and said to the leader among those who had brought the people thither:

"Is my brother come?"

And he said "No."

She was turning hopefully away, when the child stretched out his arms, and cried, "O, sister, I am here! Take me!" and then she turned her beaming eyes upon him, and it was night; and the star was shining into the room, making long rays down towards him as he saw it through his tears.

From that hour forth, the child looked out upon the star as on the home he was to go to, when his time should come; and he thought that he did not belong to the earth alone, but to the star too, because of his sister's angel gone before.

There was a baby born to be a brother to the child; and while he was so little that he never yet had spoken word he stretched his tiny form out on his bed, and died.

Again the child dreamed of the open star, and of the company of angels, and the train of people, and the rows of angels with their beaming eyes all turned upon those people's faces.

Said his sister's angel to the leader:

"Is my brother come?"

And he said "Not that one, but another."

As the child beheld his brother's angel in her arms, he cried, "O, sister, I am here! Take me!" And she turned and smiled upon him, and the star was shining.

He grew to be a young man, and was busy at his books when an old servant came to him and said:

"Thy mother is no more. I bring her blessing on her darling son!"

Again at night he saw the star, and all that former company. Said his sister's angel to the leader:

"Is my brother come?"

And he said, "Thy mother!"

A mighty cry of joy went forth through all the star, because the mother was reunited to her two children. And he stretched out his arms and cried, "O, mother, sister, and brother, I am here! Take me!" And they answered him, "Not yet," and the star was shining.

He grew to be a man, whose hair was turning gray, and he was sitting in his chair by the fireside, heavy with grief, and with his face bedewed with tears, when the star opened once again.

Said his sister's angel to the leader: "Is my brother come?"

And he said, "Nay, but his maiden daughter."

And the man who had been the child saw his daughter, newly lost to him, a celestial creature among those three, and he said, "My daughter's head is on my sister's bosom, and her arm is around my mother's neck, and at her feet there is the baby of old time, and I can bear the parting from her, God be praised!"

And the star was shining.

Thus the child came to be an old man, and his once smooth face was wrinkled, and his steps were slow and feeble, and his back was bent. And one night as he lay upon his bed, his children standing round, he cried, as he had cried so long ago:

"I see the star!"

They whispered one to another, "He is dying."

And he said, "I am. My age is falling from me like a garment, and I move towards the star as a child. And O, my Father, now I thank Thee that it has so often opened, to receive those dear ones who await me!"

And the star was shining, and it shines upon his grave.

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Friday, September 28, 2018

Did the Greeks Discover America?


Did the Greeks Discover America? Article in the American Journal of Education 1918

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The Greeks discovered America. They were the first to discover it, as far as the records of history go. Long before Leif Erickson, the hardy Norseman, sailed with his vikings across the North Atlantic; long before the days of the Irish St. Brendan, or the Welsh Prince Madoc, or the Genoese Columbus, the Greeks discovered the Western Hemisphere. It was 2,238 years ago, during the reign of the great Alexander, that Ptolemy, a Greek , navigator, was swept by storm and with his sailors to the shores of Uruguay, South America.

The evidence of the discovery is incontestable... It came to light in 1827, at a time when little attention was given to archaeology, and when few Americans ever had heard of Lief Erickson, the Norse discoverer, or of Prince Madoc, that Welsh discoverer, or of St. Brendan, the Irish discoverer.

The land reached by the Greeks of old is not familiar to us, though it is associated in mind with Garibaldi, that hero of two worlds to whom the Italy of to-day is so greatly indebted. For Garibaldi, in his youth, fought bravely for the independence of Uruguay. This South American republic lies in about the latitude of Cape Colony, in South Africa, and extends even farther south than cape of Good Hope.

Not far from its stately capital city of Montevideo, in the year named above, a farmer of influence in the community near the city came upon a strange discovery. Making a slight excavation in a field, he discovered a large, flat stone; scraping the dirt from it, he found to his surprise that it contained some lettering carved on its surface. On removing the earth about it the stone was found to rest upon a stone vault, or cellar, of small dimensions. The tablet stone was removed, and the contents of the vault were brought to light. These included a large earthen vessel, two ancient swords, a helmet, and a shield. It was at once apparent that the relics, with the possible exception of the urn, were of ancient Greek pattern.

Despite the dryness of the climate and the care with which the walls of the vault had been sealed to exclude the air, the metallic articles were for the most part deeply rusted. But fortunately it was possible to make out clearly the designs which they bore in relief.

On the handle of one of the swords was molded the head of a Greek, supposedly Alexander the Great, whose profile is familiar to students of antiquities. The helmet was elegantly wrought in bas relief, and the scene which it portrayed was unmistakable. It represented the “stock” picture of all lovers of the “Iliad”—the picture of Aeneas dragging the body of Hector around the walls of Troy.

Nothing more was needed to demonstrate the Greek character of the relics, but a further revelation was made when the inscription on the tablet was studied. It was in Greek characters, neatly done. But it seemed at first impossible to demonstrate anything more than this single fact. The weathering of the stone had so obliterated the characters that but few of them could be read with certainty. A careful cleaning of the stone brought out more of these, and the initial words stood out pretty clearly.

The inscription was translated thus: “In the Reign of Alexander, the Son of Philip, King of Macedon, in the Sixty-Third Olympiad, Ptolemy”—

Here the letters became so obscure as to be undescipherable.

Let us be thankful, however, that we have the date and the subject of the story which the tablet sought to tell, although we have not one word of the story itself.

First let us note the date. Alexander reigned from 336 B. C. to 324 B. C.— that is to say, from the 110th Olmpiad to the 113th. The Greeks used letters for figures. The letters “xi,” and “gamma” represented 63, and the letters “rho” “iota” and “gamma” 113. Evidently in the first reading of the inscription “rho” and “iota” were mistaken for “xi’’, and the reading should have been "in the one hundred and thirteenth Olympiad.”

This would mean some time within the last four years of Alexander's reign. That wonderful reign of twelve years was so filled with great events that it captivates the boys and girls in the history classes of all our high schools. It will add to their interest in that period to note this evidence of another achievement.

Alexander was absorbed in the story of the Trojan war; he slept with his book of Homer under his pillow; he delighted in everything Greek; he burned to conquer remote lands to spread the Greek civilization over the world. Goldsmith represents him as looking out upon the moon with longing eyes, and lamenting that he could not extend his conquests beyond the ether, to include that heavenly ball.

But Alexander's conquests were not all of war. Among the ornaments of his reign was the Greek, Pytheas, a geographer and astronomer, who became under the royal patronage, a navigator as well. The Greek writer, Eratosthenes, who is second only to Aristotle among the philosophers of the old Hellenic world, tells us that Pytheas made several voyages into the Atlantic.

Doubtless we should have heard more of these voyages but for the convulsions of the era in which they occurred, when Alexander’s arms and frame were advancing through the old nations and making changes everywhere.

Who was the Ptolemy of which the Uruguayan tablet sought to tell us?

Evidently he was a Greek navigator and warrior. Whether he sailed in a little fleet commanded by Pytheas, or independently in his own vessel, he was doubtless carried by wind and tide to the southwestward, never to return. The student of physical geography will see how Ptolemy's course was marked out for him by the trade winds and the ocean currents.

The Ptolemys became a famous family, and this man probably was the first of his name to win high distinction. His discovery of America never could have been announced to the Greeks. To them he was a lost man.

For twenty-one and a half centuries his story remained untold. Another Ptolemy became great in the army of Alexander; and when the Macedonian empire so suddenly broke to pieces, he became king of Egypt, founding a dynasty of Greek kings which lasted centuries in the land of the Nile, terminating with the famous Cleopatra, who died in the year 30 B. C.

As if this were not glory enough for one family name, the great astronomer and geographer, Ptolemy, arose in the second century after Christ, to set forth the theory of the universe which obtained with scarcely any modification for fourteen centuries. How grateful it would have been to him to know that a hero of his own illustrious name had borne the arms of Greece to a New World beyond the Western Ocean –Skinner.

Theodore Roosevelt on Socialism


Theodore Roosevelt on Socialism

THE immorality and absurdity of the doctrines of Socialism as propounded by these advanced advocates are quite as great as those of the advocates, if such there be, of an unlimited individualism. * * * * The doctrinaire Socialists, the extremists, the men who represent the doctrine in its most advanced form, are and must necessarily be, not only convinced opponents of private property, but also bitterly hostile to religion and morality; in short, they must be opposed to all those principles through which, and through which alone, even an imperfect civilization can be built up by slow advances through the ages. Indeed these thorough—going Socialists occupy, in relation to all morality, and especially to domestic morality, a position so revolting—and I choose my words carefully—that it is difficult even to discuss it in a reputable paper. In America the leaders even of this type have usually been cautious about stating frankly that they proposed to substitute free love for married and family life as we have it, although many of them do in a round about way uphold this position. In places on the continent of Europe, however they are more straight-forward, their attitude being that of the one extreme French Socialist writer's, M. Gabriel Deville, who announces that the Socialists intend to do away with both prostitution and marriage, which he regards as equally wicked— his method of doing away with prostitution being to make unchastity universal. * * * * Much that we are fighting against in modern civilization is privilege. * * * * But there can be no greater abuse, no greater example of corrupt and destructive privilege, than that advocated by those who say that each man should put into a common store what he can and take out what he needs. This is merely another way of saying that the thriftless and the vicious who could or would put in but little, should be entitled to take out the earnings of the intelligent, the foresighted and the industrious, * * * * In short, it is simply common sense to recognize that there is the widest inequality of service and that, therefore, there must be equally wide inequality of reward, if our society is to rest upon the basis of justice and wisdom. Service is the true test by which a man's worth should be judged. We are against privilege in any form: privilege to the capitalist who exploits the poor man, and privilege to the shiftless and vicious poor man who would rob his thrifty brother of what he has earned. Certain exceedingly valuable forms of service are renderd wholly without capital. On the other hand, there are exceedingly valuable forms of service which can be rendered only by means of great accumulation of capital, and not to recognize this fact would be to deprive our whole people of one of the great agecnies for their betterment. The test of a man's worth to the community is the service he renders to it, and we cannot afford to make this test by the material considerations alone. One of the main vices of the Socialism which was propounded by Prondhon, Lassalle, and Marx, and which is preached by their disciples and imitators is, that it is blind to everything except the merely material side of life. It is not only indifferent, but at the bottom hostile, to the intellectual, the religious, the domestic and moral life; it is a form of communism with no moral foundation, but essentially based on the immediate annihilation of personal ownership of capital,and, in the near future, the annihilation of the family, and ultimately the annihilation of civilization."—The Outlook, March 20, 1909.

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An Authentic Narrative of a Haunted House by Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu


An Authentic Narrative of a Haunted House by Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu (1862)

[The Editor of the UNIVERSITY MAGAZINE submits the following very remarkable statement, with every detail of which he has been for some years acquainted, upon the ground that it affords the most authentic and ample relation of a series of marvellous phenoma, in nowise connected with what is technically termed "spiritualism," which he has anywhere met with. All the persons—and there are many of them living—upon whose separate evidence some parts, and upon whose united testimony others, of this most singular recital depend, are, in their several walks of life, respectable, and such as would in any matter of judicial investigation be deemed wholly unexceptionable witnesses. There is not an incident here recorded which would not have been distinctly deposed to on oath had any necessity existed, by the persons who severally, and some of them in great fear, related their own distinct experiences. The Editor begs most pointedly to meet in limine the suspicion, that he is elaborating a trick, or vouching for another ghost of Mrs. Veal. As a mere story the narrative is valueless: its sole claim to attention is its absolute truth. For the good faith of its relator he pledges his own and the character of this Magazine. With the Editor's concurrence, the name of the watering-place, and some special circumstances in no essential way bearing upon the peculiar character of the story, but which might have indicated the locality, and possibly annoyed persons interested in house property there, have been suppressed by the narrator. Not the slightest liberty has been taken with the narrative, which is presented precisely in the terms in which the writer of it, who employs throughout the first person, would, if need were, fix it in the form of an affidavit.]

Within the last eight years—the precise date I purposely omit—I I was ordered by my physician, my health being in an unsatisfactory state, to change my residence to one upon the sea-coast; and accordingly, I took a house for a year in a fashionable watering-place, at a moderate distance from the city in which I had previously resided, and connected with it by a railway.

Winter was setting in when my removal thither was decided upon; but there was nothing whatever dismal or depressing in the change. The house I had taken was to all appearance, and in point of convenience, too, quite a modern one. It formed one in a cheerful row, with small gardens in front, facing the sea, and commanding sea air and sea views in perfection. In the rear it had coach-house and stable, and between them and the house a considerable grass-plot, with some flower-beds, interposed.

Our family consisted of my wife and myself, with three children, the eldest about nine years old, she and the next in age being girls; and the youngest, between six and seven, a boy. To these were added six servants, whom, although for certain reasons I decline giving their real names, I shall indicate, for the sake of clearness, by arbitrary ones. There was a nurse, Mrs. Southerland; a nursery-maid, Ellen Page; the cook, Mrs. Greenwood; and the housemaid, Ellen Faith; a butler, whom I shall call Smith, and his son, James, about two-and-twenty.

We came out to take possession at about seven o'clock in the evening; every thing was comfortable and cheery; good fires lighted, the rooms neat and airy, and a general air of preparation and comfort, highly conducive to good spirits and pleasant anticipations.

The sitting-rooms were large and cheerful, and they and the bed-rooms more than ordinarily lofty, the kitchen and servants' rooms, on the same level, were well and comfortably furnished, and had, like the rest of the house, an air of recent painting and fitting up, and a completely modern character, which imparted a very cheerful air of cleanliness and convenience.

There had been just enough of the fuss of settling agreeably to occupy us, and to give a pleasant turn to our thoughts after we had retired to our rooms. Being an invalid, I had a small bed to myself—resigning the four-poster to my wife. The candle was extinguished, but a night-light was burning. I was coming up stairs, and she, already in bed, had just dismissed her maid, when we were both startled by a wild scream from her room; I found her in a state of the extremest agitation and terror. She insisted that she had seen an unnaturally tall figure come beside her bed and stand there. The light was too faint to enable her to define any thing respecting this apparition, beyond the fact of her having most distinctly seen such a shape, colourless from the insufficiency of the light to disclose more than its dark outline.

We both endeavoured to re-assure her. The room once more looked so cheerful in the candlelight, that we were quite uninfluenced by the contagion of her terrors. The movements and voices of the servants down stairs still getting things into their places and completing our comfortable arrangements, had also their effect in steeling us against any such influence, and we set the whole thing down as a dream, or an imperfectly-seen outline of the bed-curtains. When, however, we were alone, my wife reiterated, still in great agitation, her clear assertion that she had most positively seen, being at the time as completely awake as ever she was, precisely what she had described to us. And in this conviction she continued perfectly firm.

A day or two after this, it came out that our servants were under an apprehension that, somehow or other, thieves had established a secret mode of access to the lower part of the house. The butler, Smith, had seen an ill-looking woman in his room on the first night of our arrival; and he and other servants constantly saw, for many days subsequently, glimpses of a retreating figure, which corresponded with that so seen by him, passing through a passage which led to a back area in which were some coal-vaults.

This figure was seen always in the act of retreating, its back turned, generally getting round the corner of the passage into the area, in a stealthy and hurried way, and, when closely followed, imperfectly seen again entering one of the coal-vaults, and when pursued into it, nowhere to be found.

The idea of any thing supernatural in the matter had, strange to say, not yet entered the mind of any one of the servants. They had heard some stories of smugglers having secret passages into houses, and using their means of access for purposes of pillage, or with a view to frighten superstitious people out of houses which they needed for their own objects, and a suspicion of similar practices here, caused them extreme uneasiness. The apparent anxiety also manifested by this retreating figure to escape observation, and her always appearing to make her egress at the same point, favoured this romantic hypothesis. The men, however, made a most careful examination of the back area, and of the coal-vaults, with a view to discover some mode of egress, but entirely without success. On the contrary, the result was, so far as it went, subversive of the theory; solid masonry met them on every hand.

I called the man, Smith, up, to hear from his own lips the particulars of what he had seen; and certainly his report was very curious. I give it as literally as my memory enables me:----

His son slept in the same room, and was sound asleep; but he lay awake, as men sometimes will on a change of bed, and having many things on his mind. He was lying with his face towards the wall, but observing a light and some little stir in the room, he turned round in his bed, and saw the figure of a woman, squalid, and ragged in dress; her figure rather low and broad; as well as I recollect, she had something—either a cloak or shawl—on, and wore a bonnet. Her back was turned, and she appeared to be searching or rummaging for something on the floor, and, without appearing to observe him, she turned in doing so towards him. The light, which was more like the intense glow of a coal, as he described it, being of a deep red colour, proceeded from the hollow of her hand, which she held beside her head, and he saw her perfectly distinctly. She appeared middle-aged, was deeply pitted with the smallpox, and blind of one eye. His phrase in describing her general appearance was, that she was "a miserable, poor-looking creature."

He was under the impression that she must be the woman who had been left by the proprietor in charge of the house, and who had that evening, after having given up the keys, remained for some little time with the female servants. He coughed, therefore, to apprize her of his presence, and turned again towards the wall. When he again looked round she and the light were gone; and odd as was her method of lighting herself in her search, the circumstances excited neither uneasiness nor curiosity in his mind, until he discovered next morning that the woman in question had left the house long before he had gone to his bed.

I examined the man very closely as to the appearance of the person who had visited him, and the result was what I have described. It struck me as an odd thing, that even then, considering how prone to superstition persons in his rank of life usually are, he did not seem to suspect any thing supernatural in the occurrence; and, on the contrary, was thoroughly persuaded that his visitant was a living person, who had got into the house by some hidden entrance.

On Sunday, on his return from his place of worship, he told me that, when the service was ended, and the congregation making their way slowly out, he saw the very woman in the crowd, and kept his eye upon her for several minutes, but such was the crush, that all his efforts to reach her were unavailing, and when he got into the open street she was gone. He was quite positive as to his having distinctly seen her, however, for several minutes, and scouted the possibility of any mistake as to identity; and fully impressed with the substantial and living reality of his visitant, he was very much provoked at her having escaped him. He made inquiries also in the neighbourhood, but could procure no information, nor hear of any other persons having seen any woman corresponding with his visitant.

The cook and the housemaid occupied a bed-room on the kitchen floor. It had whitewashed walls, and they were actually terrified by the appearance of the shadow of a woman passing and repassing across the side wall opposite to their beds. They suspected that this had been going on much longer than they were aware, for its presence was discovered by a sort of accident, its movements happening to take a direction in distinct contrariety to theirs.

This shadow always moved upon one particular wall, returning after short intervals, and causing them extreme terror. They placed the candle, as the most obvious specific, so close to the infested wall, that the flame all but touched it; and believed for some time that they had effectually got rid of this annoyance; but one night, notwithstanding this arrangement of the light, the shadow returned, passing and repassing, as heretofore, upon the same wall, although their only candle was burning within an inch of it, and it was obvious that no substance capable of casting such a shadow could have interposed; and, indeed, as they described it, the shadow seemed to have no sort of relation to the position of the light, and appeared, as I have said, in manifest defiance of the laws of optics.

I ought to mention that the housemaid was a particularly fearless sort of person, as well as a very honest one; and her companion, the cook, a scrupulously religious woman, and both agreed in every particular in their relation of what occurred.

Meanwhile, the nursery was not without its annoyances, though as yet of a comparatively trivial kind. Sometimes, at night, the handle of the door was turned hurriedly as if by a person trying to come in, and at others a knocking was made at it. These sounds occurred after the children had settled to sleep, and while the nurse still remained awake. Whenever she called to know "who is there," the sounds ceased; but several times, and particularly at first, she was under the impression that they were caused by her mistress, who had come to see the children, and thus impressed she had got up and opened the door, expecting to see her, but discovering only darkness, and receiving no answer to her inquiries.

With respect to this nurse, I must mention that I believe no more perfectly trustworthy servant was ever employed in her capacity; and, in addition to her integrity, she was remarkably gifted with sound common sense.

One morning, I think about three or four weeks after our arrival, I was sitting at the parlour window which looked to the front, when I saw the little iron door which admitted into the small garden that lay between the window where I was sitting and the public road, pushed open by a woman who so exactly answered the description given by Smith of the woman who had visited his room on the night of his arrival as instantaneously to impress me with the conviction that she must be the identical person. She was a square, short woman, dressed in soiled and tattered clothes, scarred and pitted with small-pox, and blind of an eye. She stepped hurriedly into the little enclosure, and peered from a distance of a few yards into the room where I was sitting. I felt that now was the moment to clear the matter up; but there was something stealthy in the manner and look of the woman which convinced me that I must not appear to notice her until her retreat was fairly cut off. Unfortunately, I was suffering from a lame foot, and could not reach the bell as quickly as I wished. I made all the haste I could, and rang violently to bring up the servant Smith. In the short interval that intervened, I observed the woman from the window, who having in a leisurely way, and with a kind of scrutiny, looked along the front windows of the house, passed quickly out again, closing the gate after her, and followed a lady who was walking along the footpath at a quick pace, as if with the intention of begging from her. The moment the man entered I told him—"the blind woman you described to me has this instant followed a lady in that direction, try to overtake her." He was, if possible, more eager than I in the chase, but returned in a short time after a vain pursuit, very hot, and utterly disappointed. And, thereafter, we saw her face no more.

All this time, and up to the period of our leaving the house, which was not for two or three months later, there occurred at intervals the only phenomenon in the entire series having any resemblance to what we hear described of "Spiritualism." This was a knocking, like a soft hammering with a wooden mallet, as it seemed in the timbers between the bedroom ceilings and the roof. It had this special peculiarity, that it was always rythmical, and, I think, invariably, the emphasis upon the last stroke. It would sound rapidly "one, two, three, four—one, two, three, four;" or "one, two, three—one, two, three," and sometimes "one, two—one, two," &c., and this, with intervals and resumptions, monotonously for hours at a time.

At first this caused my wife, who was a good deal confined to her bed, much annoyance; and we sent to our neighbours to inquire if any hammering or carpentering was going on in their houses but were informed that nothing of the sort was taking place. I have myself heard it frequently, always in the same inaccessible part of the house, and with the same monotonous emphasis. One odd thing about it was, that on my wife's calling out, as she used to do when it became more than usually troublesome, "stop that noise," it was invariably arrested for a longer or shorter time.

Of course none of these occurrences were ever mentioned in hearing of the children. They would have been, no doubt, like most children, greatly terrified had they heard any thing of the matter, and known that their elders were unable to account for what was passing; and their fears would have made them wretched and troublesome.

They used to play for some hours every day in the back garden—the house forming one end of this oblong inclosure, the stable and coach-house the other, and two parallel walls of considerable height the sides. Here, as it afforded a perfectly safe playground, they were frequently left quite to themselves; and in talking over their days' adventures, as children will, they happened to mention a woman, or rather the woman, for they had long grown familiar with her appearance, whom they used to see in the garden while they were at play. They assumed that she came in and went out at the stable door, but they never actually saw her enter or depart. They merely saw a figure—that of a very poor woman, soiled and ragged—near the stable wall, stooping over the ground, and apparently grubbing in the loose clay in search of something. She did not disturb, or appear to observe them; and they left her in undisturbed possession of her nook of ground. When seen it was always in the same spot, and similarly occupied; and the description they gave of her general appearance—for they never saw her face—corresponded with that of the one-eyed woman whom Smith, and subsequently as it seemed, I had seen.

The other man, James, who looked after a mare which I had purchased for the purpose of riding exercise, had, like every one else in the house, his little trouble to report, though it was not much. The stall in which, as the most comfortable, it was decided to place her, she peremptorily declined to enter. Though a very docile and gentle little animal, there was no getting her into it. She would snort and rear, and, in fact, do or suffer any thing rather than set her hoof in it. He was fain, therefore, to place her in another. And on several occasions he found her there, exhibiting all the equine symptoms of extreme fear. Like the rest of us, however, this man was not troubled in the particular case with any superstitious qualms. The mare had evidently been frightened; and he was puzzled to find out how, or by whom, for the stable was well-secured, and had, I am nearly certain, a lock-up yard outside.

One morning I was greeted with the intelligence that robbers had certainly got into the house in the night; and that one of them had actually been seen in the nursery. The witness, I found, was my eldest child, then, as I have said, about nine years of age. Having awoke in the night, and lain awake for some time in her bed, she heard the handle of the door turn, and a person whom she distinctly saw—for it was a light night, and the window-shutters unclosed—but whom she had never seen before, stepped in on tiptoe, and with an appearance of great caution. He was a rather small man, with a very red face; he wore an oddly cut frock coat, the collar of which stood up, and trousers, rough and wide, like those of a sailor, turned up at the ankles, and either short boots or clumsy shoes, covered with mud. This man listened beside the nurse's bed, which stood next the door, as if to satisfy himself that she was sleeping soundly; and having done so for some seconds, he began to move cautiously in a diagonal line, across the room to the chimney-piece, where he stood for a while, and so resumed his tiptoe walk, skirting the wall, until he reached a chest of drawers, some of which were open, and into which he looked, and began to rummage in a hurried way, as the child supposed, making search for something worth taking away. He then passed on to the window, where was a dressing-table, at which he also stopped, turning over the things upon it, and standing for some time at the window as if looking out, and then resuming his walk by the side wall opposite to that by which he had moved up to the window, he returned in the same way toward the nurse's bed, so as to reach it at the foot. With its side to the end wall, in which was the door, was placed the little bed in which lay my eldest child, who watched his proceedings with the extremest terror. As he drew near she instinctively moved herself in the bed, with her head and shoulders to the wall, drawing up her feet; but he passed by without appearing to observe, or, at least, to care for her presence. Immediately after the nurse turned in her bed as if about to waken; and when the child, who had drawn the clothes about her head, again ventured to peep out, the man was gone.

The child had no idea of her having seen any thing more formidable than a thief. With the prowling, cautious, and noiseless manner of proceeding common to such marauders, the air and movements of the man whom she had seen entirely corresponded. And on hearing her perfectly distinct and consistent account, I could myself arrive at no other conclusion than that a stranger had actually got into the house. I had, therefore, in the first instance, a most careful examination made to discover any traces of an entrance having been made by any window into the house. The doors had been found barred and locked as usual; but no sign of any thing of the sort was discernible. I then had the various articles—plate, wearing apparel, books, &c., counted; and after having conned over and reckoned up every thing, it became quite clear that nothing whatever had been removed from the house, nor was there the slightest indication of any thing having been so much as disturbed there. I must here state that this child was remarkably clear, intelligent, and observant; and that her description of the man, and of all that had occurred, was most exact, and as detailed as the want of perfect light rendered possible.

I felt assured that an entrance had actually been effected into the house, though for what purpose was not easily to be conjectured. The man, Smith, was equally confident upon this point; and his theory was that the object was simply to frighten us out of the house by making us believe it haunted; and he was more than ever anxious and on the alert to discover the conspirators. It often since appeared to me odd. Every year, indeed, more odd, as this cumulative case of the marvellous becomes to my mind more and more inexplicable—that underlying my sense of mystery and puzzle, was all along the quiet assumption that all these occurrences were one way or another referable to natural causes. I could not account for them, indeed, myself; but during the whole period I inhabited that house, I never once felt, though much alone, and often up very late at night, any of those tremors and thrills which every one has at times experienced when situation and the hour are favourable. Except the cook and housemaid, who were plagued with the shadow I mentioned crossing and recrossing upon the bedroom wall, we all, without exception, experienced the same strange sense of security, and regarded these phenomena rather with a perplexed sort of interest and curiosity, than with any more unpleasant sensations.

The knockings which I have mentioned at the nursery door, preceded generally by the sound of a step on the lobby, meanwhile continued. At that time (for my wife, like myself, was an invalid) two eminent physicians, who came out occasionally by rail, were attending us. These gentlemen were at first only amused, but ultimately interested, and very much puzzled by the occurrences which we described. One of them, at last, recommended that a candle should be kept burning upon the lobby. It was in fact a recurrence to an old woman's recipe against ghosts—of course it might be serviceable, too, against impostors; at all events, seeming, as I have said, very much interested and puzzled, he advised it, and it was tried. We fancied that it was successful; for there was an interval of quiet for, I think, three or four nights. But after that, the noises—the footsteps on the lobby—the knocking at the door, and the turning of the handle recommenced in full force, notwithstanding the light upon the table outside; and these particular phenomena became only more perplexing than ever.

The alarm of robbers and smugglers gradually subsided after a week or two; but we were again to hear news from the nursery. Our second little girl, then between seven and eight years of age, saw in the night time—she alone being awake—a young woman, with black, or very dark hair, which hung loose, and with a black cloak on, standing near the middle of the floor, opposite the hearthstone, and fronting the foot of her bed. She appeared quite unobservant of the children and nurse sleeping in the room. She was very pale, and looked, the child said, both "sorry and frightened," and with something very peculiar and terrible about her eyes, which made the child conclude that she was dead. She was looking, not at, but in the direction of the child's bed, and there was a dark streak across her throat, like a scar with blood upon it. This figure was not motionless; but once or twice turned slowly, and without appearing to be conscious of the presence of the child, or the other occupants of the room, like a person in vacancy or abstraction. There was on this occasion a night-light burning in the chamber; and the child saw, or thought she saw, all these particulars with the most perfect distinctness. She got her head under the bed-clothes; and although a good many years have passed since then, she cannot recall the spectacle without feelings of peculiar horror.

One day, when the children were playing in the back garden, I asked them to point out to me the spot where they were accustomed to see the woman who occasionally showed herself as I have described, near the stable wall. There was no division of opinion as to this precise point, which they indicated in the most distinct and confident way. I suggested that, perhaps, something might be hidden there in the ground; and advised them digging a hole there with their little spades, to try for it. Accordingly, to work they went, and by my return in the evening they had grubbed up a piece of a jawbone, with several teeth in it. The bone was very much decayed, and ready to crumble to pieces, but the teeth were quite sound. I could not tell whether they were human grinders; but I showed the fossil to one of the physicians I have mentioned, who came out the next evening, and he pronounced them human teeth. The same conclusion was come to a day or two later by the other medical man. It appears to me now, on reviewing the whole matter, almost unaccountable that, with such evidence before me, I should not have got in a labourer, and had the spot effectually dug and searched. I can only say, that so it was. I was quite satisfied of the moral truth of every word that had been related to me, and which I have here set down with scrupulous accuracy. But I experienced an apathy, for which neither then nor afterwards did I quite know how to account. I had a vague, but immovable impression that the whole affair was referable to natural agencies. It was not until some time after we had left the house, which, by-the-by, we afterwards found had had the reputation of being haunted before we had come to live in it, that on reconsideration I discovered the serious difficulty of accounting satisfactorily for all that had occurred upon ordinary principles. A great deal we might arbitrarily set down to imagination. But even in so doing there was, in limine, the oddity, not to say improbability, of so many different persons having nearly simultaneously suffered from different spectral and other illusions during the short period for which we had occupied that house, who never before, nor so far as we learned, afterwards were troubled by any fears or fancies of the sort. There were other things, too, not to be so accounted for. The odd knockings in the roof I frequently heard myself.

There were also, which I before forgot to mention, in the daytime, rappings at the doors of the sitting-rooms, which constantly deceived us; and it was not till our "come in" was unanswered, and the hall or passage outside the door was discovered to be empty, that we learned that whatever else caused them, human hands did not. All the persons who reported having seen the different persons or appearances here described by me, were just as confident of having literally and distinctly seen them, as I was of having seen the hard-featured woman with the blind eye, so remarkably corresponding with Smith's description.

About a week after the discovery of the teeth, which were found, I think, about two feet under the ground, a friend, much advanced in years, and who remembered the town in which we had now taken up our abode, for a very long time, happened to pay us a visit. He good-humouredly pooh-poohed the whole thing; but at the same time was evidently curious about it. "We might construct a sort of story," said I (I am giving, of course, the substance and purport, not the exact words, of our dialogue), "and assign to each of the three figures who appeared their respective parts in some dreadful tragedy enacted in this house. The male figure represents the murderer; the ill-looking, one-eyed woman his accomplice, who, we will suppose, buried the body where she is now so often seen grubbing in the earth, and where the human teeth and jawbone have so lately been disinterred; and the young woman with dishevelled tresses, and black cloak, and the bloody scar across her throat, their victim. A difficulty, however, which I cannot get over, exists in the cheerfulness, the great publicity, and the evident very recent date of the house." "Why, as to that," said he, "the house is not modern; it and those beside it formed an old government store, altered and fitted up recently as you see. I remember it well in my young days, fifty years ago, before the town had grown out in this direction, and a more entirely lonely spot, or one more fitted for the commission of a secret crime, could not have been imagined."

I have nothing to add, for very soon after this my physician pronounced a longer stay unnecessary for my health, and we took our departure for another place of abode. I may add, that although I have resided for considerable periods in many other houses, I never experienced any annoyances of a similar kind elsewhere; neither have I made (stupid dog! you will say), any inquiries respecting either the antecedents or subsequent history of the house in which we made so disturbed a sojourn. I was content with what I knew, and have here related as clearly as I could, and I think it a very pretty puzzle as it stands.

[Thus ends the statement, which we abandon to the ingenuity of our readers, having ourselves no satisfactory explanation to suggest; and simply repeating the assurance with which we prefaced it, namely, that we can vouch for the perfect good faith and the accuracy of the narrator.—E.D.U.M.]

Tuesday, September 25, 2018

An Appreciation of M.R. James' Ghost Stories



An Appreciation of M.R. James' Ghost Stories

Superstitions may seem to disappear under the influence of education; science, convention, and common-sense may combine to make the imagination outwardly less rampant, but they cannot altogether change the constitution of the human mind. There will always remain something, which no influence can eradicate, a something to which a well-told ghost-story appeals. Those who firmly believe and unhesitatingly declare that ghosts are all nonsense, and that there never was a ghost which could not be attributed to cats or rats or indigestion or some other such mundane cause, cannot in spite of themselves help being thrilled by, say, 'The Haunted and the Haunters.' However sceptical we may be, a vivid picture of the supernatural generates in us what Addison calls ‘a pleasing kind of horror.’ There is no doubt about it, we, most of us at least, like to feel 'our flesh creep,' and no one's imagination can be frozen so hard, as not to experience that sensation on reading 'Ghost Stories of an Antiquary.' For Dr. James has an extraordinary power of making fiction read like fact. His ghosts are much more real than the ghost seen by Dr. Johnson's friend, Mr. Cave the printer, which Johnson declared to be merely, ‘Why Sir, something of a shadowy being.’ Some of them are quite horribly substantial beings. And he never makes the mistake of explaining his ghosts by assigning natural causes to them. Each of course has some sort of moving cause, but it is vaguely supernatural. So when each story has been read to the end, the reader does not feel that he has been hoaxed and that consequently he has a just grievance against the writer.

It is very hard to say which is the best of the series. If a poll were taken, probably every one would get several votes, and if the voters were called upon to give their reasons, an excellent case could be made out for each. It is therefore with the certainty that many readers will differ from us, that we place ‘Oh, whistle, and I'll come to you, my lad,’ highest on the list. It is in a way the most mysterious, the very spirit of the wind, rising out of the unknown; and the scene is happily laid on the bleak East Coast. The ghosts of the other tales are for the most part spirits of vengeance or of crime, thrilling indeed and uncanny to a degree, but all slightly more near to human things, and, if we may say it without being thought to disparage them, not so striking in their originality of conception as that which we have named. If we were driven to class the rest in order of merit, we should probably place ‘The Ash-tree’ and “The Treasure of Abbot Thomas' equal second, but where all are so excellent, comparisons are more than usually unsatisfactory. Not the least attractive feature is the light humour which runs through the whole collection; the visit of the golfing don to 'Burnstow,' in order ‘to improve his game,’ and the ‘lurid demeanour' of Colonel Wilson are described with that simple accuracy which belongs only to a writer with much humour and knowledge of men. It is this ‘genial sympathy with the under side,' coupled with his vigorous imagination, that places Dr James' ghost stories in a class above those which Christmas time ordinarily provides.

Article posted in the Cambridge Review, December 8, 1904

Monday, September 24, 2018

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The History of Chess from the time of the early invention of the game in India to its Establishment in Western and Central Europe by Duncan Forbes 1860

Chess Made Easy by George Walker 1839

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Chess-humanics - A Philosophy of Chess a Social Allegory, Parallelism Between the Game of Chess and our Larger Human Affairs by Wallace E Neville 1905

Chess for Beginners In a Series of Progressive Lessons - The Most Approved Methods for Beginning and Ending the Game, with Various Situations and Checkmates by William Lewis 1837

Chess and War, article in The Eclectic Magazine 1871

Chess Openings for Beginners by Edward Ernest Cunnington 1900 (with Illustrations)

The Modern Chess Instructor by W Steinitz 1889

The Psychology of Chess, article in The American Journal of Psychology 1907

Chess for Beginners by RB Swinton 1891

The Chess Primer (with Illustrations) by William Cook 1880

Chess by David Mitchell 1917 (with Illustrations)

Chess Gems  - Some of the Finest Examples of Chess Strategy by Ancient and Modern Masters by John A Miles 1860

Chess Fundamentals by Jose Raul Capablanca 1921 (with Illustrations)

The Art of Chess by James Mason 1895 (with Illustrations)

The Chess-Player's Handbook (with Illustrations) by Howard Staunton 1890 *

The Chess-player's Hand-book Containing a Full Account of the Game of Chess by Pierce Saxton 1844 *

Practical Chess Grammar by WS Kenny 1817 (with Illustrations)

Practical Chess Exercises Intended as a sequel to the practical chess grammar containing various openings, games, and situations for the use of those who have already a knowledge of the game by WS Kenney 1818 (with Illustrations)

Problems in Chess by John Wilkinson 1876 (with Illustrations)

Book of Chess Problems by John K. Hanshew 1874 (with Illustrations)

One Hundred Chess Problems by Arthur Cyril Pearson 1883 (with Illustrations)



A Treatise on the Game of Chess by William Lewis 1844 (containing an introduction to the game, and an analysis of the various openings of games, with several new modes of attack and defence to which are added 25 new chess problems on diagrams)

Mathematical Recreations and Essays by WW Rouse Ball 1920

Pollock Memories: A Collection of Chess Games, Problems by William Henry Krause Pollock 1899

Common Sense in Chess by Emanuel Lasker 1910

The Grand Tactics of Chess, an Exposition of the Laws and Principles of Chess Strategetics, the practical application of these laws and principles to the movement of forces; mobilization, development, manoeuvre, and operation by Franklin Young 1898

The Minor Tactics of Chess - a treatise on the development of the forces in obedience to strategic principle by FK young 1901

Chess Match Between Steinitz & Blackburne 1876 (William Steinitz was an Austrian and then American chess player and the first undisputed world chess champion from 1886 to 1894. From the 1870s onwards, commentators have debated whether Steinitz was effectively the champion earlier. Steinitz lost his title to Emanuel Lasker in 1894 and also lost a rematch in 1897)

Amusements in Mathematics by Henry E Dudeney 1917 (Chessboard Problems, The Chessboard, Statical Chess Puzzles, The Guarded Chessboard, Dynamical Chess Puzzles, Various Chess) Puzzles

Chess World Magazine 1868 (first 319 pages only)

Fifty Games at Chess which have actually been Played by W Lewis 1821

Chess problems by George E Carpenter 1886 (with Illustrations)

The Court-Gamester - Full and easy instructions for playing the games now in vogue 1722 by Richard Seymour

An easy introduction to the game of chess by Benjamin Franklin 1816

Morphy's Games of Chess by Paul Charles Morphy 1898

Scientific Amusements in philosophy and mathematics by William Enfield 1821 (To make the knight pass overall the squares of the chess board, without passing twice over the same)

Japanese Chess (shogni): the science and Art of War or Struggle by Cho-yo 1905

Chess Chips - Consisting of Anecdotes, essays and games by  J. Paul Taylor 1878

Checkmate by Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu (Mystery writer) 1898

Philosophy in sport made science in earnest by John Ayrton Paris 1827

The New Century Chess-book and Companion to the Chess Player's Pocket-book by James Mortimer 1901

The Chess-player's Companion by Howard Staunton 1849



Studies of chess by Peter Pratt, Volume 1, 1814*

Studies of chess by Peter Pratt, Volume 2, 1814

The Book of Chess containing the rudiments of the game, and elementary analyses of the most popular openings by HR Agnel 1858

Chess Sparks - Short and bright games of chess by John Henry Ellis 1895

Memorable Chess Games, brilliants and miniatures, with notes, queries and answers by W Moffatt 1913

Chess: Theory & Practice- containing the laws & history of the game together with an analysis of the openings, & a treatise of end games by Howard Staunton 1876

Analysis of the Game of Chess by FD Philidor 1824

The Philosophy of Chess By William Cluley 1857

Blindfold Chess: The Single Game, article in Studies in Psychology 1917

Chess in Iceland and in Icelandic Literature by Willard Fiske 1905

Maelzel's Chess Player by Edgar Allen Poe 1857

The Sports and Pastimes of the People of England from the earliest period by Joseph Strutt 1903 ("John de Vigney wrote a book which he called The Moralisation of Chess, wherein he assures us that this game was invented by a philosopher named Xerxes in the reign of Evil Merodach, king of Babylon, and was made known to that monarch in order to engage his attention and correct his manners."

Chess and Playing Cards by Stewart Culin 1898

The Chess Player's Chronicle by Howard Staunton 1841

Chancellor Chess - The New Game of Chess by Benjamin Foster 1889

Philosophy in Sport made Science in Earnest by John A Payris 1857

Chess Strategics Illustrated by Franklin K Young 1900

Chess Generalship by Franklin K Young 1910

The Game of Chess by Henry Chadwick 1895

The Principles of Chess in Theory and Practice by James Mason 1894

The Art of Chess-Play by George Walker 1846

Chess Openings by Frank James Marshall 1904

Chess Openings by Frederick William Longman 1870

Chess Openings by Robert Bownas Wormald 1875

Synopsis of Chess Openings, a Tabular Analysis by William Cooks 1884

Chess Openings Ancient and Modern by E Freeborough 1905

The Chess Player by George Walker 1841

Maxims and Hints on Angling, Chess, Shooting, and other Matters by Richard Penn 1842

The Game of the Chesse by William Caxion 1855 (reproduction of a very old book)

The Middle Game in Chess by Eugene Znosko-Borovskii 1922

Chess Strategy by Edward Lasker 1921

Chess and Chess-Players by George Walker 1850

Chess Praxis - A Supplement to the Chess Player's Handbook by H Staunton 1860

Games Ancient and Oriental and how to Play Them, being the games of the ancient Egyptians, the Hiera Gramme of the Greeks, the Ludus Latrunculorum of the Romans and the oriental games of chess, draughts, backgammon and magic squares by Edward Falkener 1892

Games of Skill 1861

Foster's Complete Hoyle 1916



The Players' Lexicon by AT Thayer 1877

Observations on the Origin and Progress of Chess by Duncan Forbes 1855

Chess, by a Tenth-Rate Plater, article in Lippincott's Magazine 1871

How to Play Chess by Charlotte Boardman Rogers 1907

Magic Squares and Cubes by WS Andrews 1917

Chess Stars: A Galaxy of Self-mates by John A Miles 1888

The Complete Guide to the Game of Draughts (Checkers) by James Lees 1892

Checker Classics by Errol A Smith 1922

Checkers by David A Mitchell 1918

Checkers a Treatise on the Game by A Howard Cady 1896

Checkers Improved by ST Livermore 1896

Checkers World Champions 1914

Checkers 1890

The Checker Primer 1887

The Elements of Draughts by IDJ Sweet 1859

Vocabulary of Checkers by William Timothy Call 1909

Plus you get the following books on Chess in Literature (Fiction):

Digby: Chess Professor By Charles Edward Barns 1889

Moxon's Master by Ambrose Bierce 1920

Through the Looking-Glass by Lewis Carroll 1910

The Mystery of the Downs by John Watson 1918

The Hamstead Mystery by John Watson 1916

The Maurice Mystery by John E Cooke 1885

Checkmate by Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu (Mystery writer) 1898

The Startling Exploits of Dr. J.B. Quies by Paul Celieres 1887 ("The world might fall into ruins around the Cafe de la Regence, where the chess-players congregate, and not one of them would seem to be aware of the occurrence.")

Murders in the Rue Morgue by Edgar Allen Poe 1846 ("A chess-player, for example, does the one without effort at the other. It follows that the game of chess, in its effects upon mental character, is greatly misunderstood. I am not now writing a treatise, but simply prefacing a somewhat peculiar narrative by observations very much at random; I will, therefore, take occasion to assert that the higher powers of the reflective intellect are more decidedly and more usefully tasked by the unostentatious game of draughts than by all the elaborate frivolity of chess.")

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Sunday, September 23, 2018

Great Quotes About Ghost Stories


“The narrator, I think, must succeed in frightening himself before he can think of frightening his reader…”~E.F. Benson

"The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents. We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far. The sciences, each straining in its own direction, have hitherto harmed us little; but some day the piecing together of dissociated knowledge will open up such terrifying vistas of reality, and of our frightful position therein, that we shall either go mad from the revelation or flee from the deadly light into the peace and safety of a new dark age." H.P. Lovecraft

"For two hours I sat there, thinking of bygone times; recalling old scenes, and summoning half-forgotten faces out of the mists of the past; listening, in fancy, to voices that long ago grew silent for all time, and to once familiar songs that nobody sings now." ~ Mark Twain

"Sleep, those little slices of death — how I loathe them." ~ Edgar Allan Poe

"Though they don't always have to be set in fog, weather is incredibly important in ghost stories. As is suspense: you've got to turn the screw very, very slowly." Susan Hill

"Tis a fearful thing
to love what death can touch." ~ Yehuda HaLevi

“(Washington) Irving was only the first of the writers of the American ghostly tale to recognize that the supernatural, exactly because its epistemological status is so difficult to determine, challenged the writer to invent a commensurately sophisticated narrative technique.” ~ Howard Kerr

"The cradle rocks above an abyss, and common sense tells us that our existence is but a brief crack of light between two eternities of darkness." ~ Vladimir Nabokov

“Abandoned houses seldom turn out to be as empty as they appear. Voices fade, but echoes linger, intimately, sinking from room to room. And sometimes figures emerge from those shadows, if only in dreams. What could be more profoundly idiosyncratic than our nightmares? Always, there has been something personal about ghost stories. How surprising is it that so many concern writers in torment?” ~ Robert Dunbar

“I believe ghost story writing is a dying art.” ~ H.R. Wakefield

“Insects crawled across my skin, legs skittering across my flesh, numbed paths of cold left in their wake. They were the creatures that heralded my ghosts, and I knew them well, yet the revulsion they caused in those moments far exceeded anything I’d felt before.”~Hazel Butler

“St. Augustine is not only the oldest continuously-occupied European settlement on the American continent, it is also perhaps the most haunted city in the United States. Seemingly every spot in this city has some ghostly hidden history, right below the surface. Just by strolling through the historic streets you can hear the whispers of the long-dead.” ~ James Caskey

“No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality; even larks and katydids are supposed, by some, to dream. Hill House, not sane, stood by itself against its hills, holding darkness within. Within, walls continued upright, bricks met neatly, floors were firm, and doors were sensibly shut; silence lay steadily against the wood and stone of Hill House, and whatever walked there, walked alone.” ~ Shirley Jackson

"I used to tell strange, wild, improbable tales akin to ghost stories, and discovered a taste for spinning yarns." Algernon Blackwood

"Science fiction is no more written for scientists that ghost stories are written for ghosts." Brian Aldiss

"Halloween isn't the only time for ghosts and ghost stories. In Victorian Britain, spooky winter's tales were part of the Christmas season, often told after dinner, over port or coffee." Michael Dirda

"There'll be scary ghost stories, And tales of the glories of Christmases long, long ago" ~It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year

"I Do Not Believe in Ghosts, But I Am Awfully Afraid of Them" ~ Madame de Stael

"I love ghost stories. I remember when I was about 12, I read M. R. James' 'Ghost Stories Of An Antiquary' under the covers, way too young to fully understand what was going on with those stories, completely terrified but absolutely loved them." Tom Goodman-Hill

"Today's ghost stories tend to be much more physically or psychologically violent. The Victorians were much more leisurely about what might or could happen, building suspense layer by layer rather than punching you in the face." Otto Penzler

"The stones themselves are thick with history, and those cats that dash through the alleyways must surely be the ghosts of the famous dead in feline disguise." Erica Jong

"Webs are made mostly of spaces. They break easily. They barely exist. They belong to the category of half-things: mist, smoke, shrouds, ghosts, membranes, retinas or rags; and they quickly fill up with un-things: old legs and wings and heads and hollow abdomens and body bags of wasps." Alice Oswald

"For 'Ghostbusters,' the thing that makes it such an amazing franchise and an amazing idea is that it is adds the element of physics and technology. It's not just about ghosts. Who the heck came up with that? It is such a good idea, such a unique combination of stuff from different genres. Ghosts and sci fi." Kate McKinnon

"The South is full of memories and ghosts of the past. For me, it is the most inspiring place to write, from William Faulkner's haunted antebellum home to the banks of the Mississippi to the wind that whispers through the cotton fields." Alexandra Adornetto

“Death begins before birth. I have always found this an odd notion, but were it not for the death of certain cells during our initial development, humans would be born with webbed toes. Death moulds our physical being from the very start of our existence. It sculpts us, determines how we begin, and where we end. The events in life that define us, that break us and remake us, all stem from death—the death of a place, a time, a relationship, of those we hold most dear, and finally ourselves. Death is the one inescapable aspect of life, the only immutable force, the single thing in this world that cannot and should not be changed.
But death is never the end.
It is the beginning.” ~Hazel Butler

“A house is never still in darkness to those who listen intently; there is a whispering in distant chambers, an unearthly hand presses the snib of the window, the latch rises. Ghosts were created when the first man woke in the night.” ~ J.M. Barrie

"The Supernatural is the Natural, just not yet understood." ~ Elbert Hubbard

Money and Currency in Ancient Rome

Money in Ancient Rome By James William Gilbart 1853

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The Romans, like other ancient nations, had, at first, no coined money, but either exchanged commodities against one another, or used a certain weight of uncoined brass. The various names of money also denoted weights, in the same way as with us, who now use the word "pound" to denote a coin, whereas it first denoted a pound of silver. Indeed, we have borrowed this practice from the Romans; and over the figures that denote the pounds, we do not place the letter P, but the letter L—the first letter in the word libra—the Latin word for a pound. The Roman pound was equal to about twelve ounces avoirdupois.

The table of Roman money would stand thus:—
10 asses make one denarius.
25 denarii make one aureus.

The as was of brass, the denarius of silver, and the aureus of gold.

All the Roman money was originally of brass; and hence the word as, which in Latin denotes brass, is also employed to denote money. Silver was not coined in Rome until the year of the city 483; that is, 269 years before the Christian era,—and gold, 62 years later, or 207 years before the Christian era.

Servius Tullius first stamped pieces of brass with the image of cattle, oxen, and swine. The Latin name for these is pecudes; hence, money was called pecunia, from which we derive our word pecuniary. The As was a brass coin that weighed a pound. There were other brass coins, weighing one-half, one-fourth, and one-sixth of a pound.

The practice of depreciating the currency, by issuing coins sustaining the same names as the previous coins, but containing a less quantity of metal, was adopted by the Romans to a greater extent than in our own country. With us, a pound weight of silver that was formerly coined into twenty shillings, is now coined into sixty-six shillings. In the first Punic war, money became so scarce that the Romans coined asses that only weighed two ounces, or the sixth part of a pound, which passed for the same value as those of a pound weight had done; by this means the republic gained five-sixths, and thus discharged its debts. Such an example could not fail to have imitators among succeeding statesmen. In the second Punic war, while Fabius was dictator, the asses were made to weigh only one ounce, and subsequently they were reduced to half an ounce.

The denarius was of silver. The Romans had three silver coins—the denarius, the quinarius, and the sestertius. The first was equal to ten asses, that is, to ten pounds of brass; the second, to five asses; and the third, to two asses and a-half.

A pound of silver was coined into a hundred denarii; so that, at first, a pound of silver was equal to a thousand pounds of brass, a circumstance which proves that silver was then comparatively scarce. But afterwards the case was altered; for, when the weight of the as was diminished, it bore the same proportion to the denarius as before, till it was reduced to one ounce, and then a denarius passed for sixteen asses. The weight of the silver money also varied, and was different under the emperors from what it had been under the republic.

We translate the word denarius by the word penny, and over figures denoting pence we put the letter D, being the first letter in the word denarius, the Latin for a penny. But the Roman penny was not made of copper, nor of brass, but of silver, and, at the time of the Christian era, was worth about sevenpence-halfpenny of our money. We learn from the New Testament history, that the Roman penny bore the image and superscription of the emperor, and was used in the payment of taxes; that it was the usual wages for a day's labour; and that two-pence would provide a night's entertainment at a public inn.

The aureus was of gold. It was first struck at Rome in the second Punic war (207 years before the Christian era), and was equal in weight to two-and-a-half denarii, and in value to twenty-five denarii, or one hundred sestertia. The common rate of gold to silver, under the republic, was tenfold. At first, forty aurei were made from a pound of gold; but, under the later emperors, they were mixed with alloy, and thus their intrinsic value was diminished.

Among the Romans, money was computed by sestertia. A sestertium was the name of a sum, not of a coin, and was equal to a thousand of the coins called sestertius. A sestertius is equal in English money to the one hundred and twenty-fifth part of a pound sterling, or about one penny, three farthings, and two thirds of a farthing.

The system of banking at Rome was somewhat similar to that which is in use in modem times. Into these institutions the state or the men of wealth caused their revenues to be paid, and they settled their accounts with their creditors by giving a draft or cheque on the bank. If the creditor also had an account at the same bank, the account was settled by an order to make the transfer of so much money from one name to another. These bankers, too, were money-changers. They also lent money on interest, and allowed a lower rate of interest on money deposited in their hands. In a country where commerce was looked upon with contempt, banking could not be deemed very respectable. Among most of the ancient agricultural nations, there was a prejudice against the taking of interest for the loan of money. Hence, the private bankers at Rome were sometimes held in disrepute, but those whom the government had established as public cashiers, or receivers-general, as we may term them, held so exalted a rank that some of them became consuls.

The Romans had also loan banks, from which the poor citizens received loans without paying interest. We are told that the confiscated property of criminals was converted into a fund by Augustus Ceasar, and that from this fund sums of money were lent, without interest, to those citizens who could pledge value to double the amount. The same system was pursued by Tiberius. He advanced a large capital, which was lent for a term of two or three years to those who could give landed security to double the value of the loan. Alexander Severus reduced the market-rate of interest, by lending sums of money at a low rate, and by advancing money to poor citizens to purchase lands, and agreeing to receive payment from the produce.

The deity who presided over commerce and banking was Mercury, who, by a strange association, was also the god of thieves and of orators. The Romans, who looked upon merchants with contempt, fancied there was a resemblance between theft and merchandise, and they easily found a figurative connexion between theft and eloquence, and hence, thieves, merchants, and orators were placed under the superintendence of the same deity. On the 17th of May in each year the merchants held a public festival, and walked in procession to the temple of Mercury, for the purpose, as the satirists said, of begging pardon of the deity for all the lying and cheating they had found it convenient to practise, in the way of business, during the preceding year.

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