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>> "David L. Webb" <david.l.w...@dartmouth.edu> wrote:
>>>
>>> Finally, there is an oVERarching point that you might wish to
>>> consider, Art: in an era when spelling was not standardized and a name
>>> could be and was spelled in a half-dozen ways of varying lengths, so
>>> that one could find "Wilson" also spelled as "Willsonne," etc., it would
>>> have been sheer folly to encode messages using equidistant letter
>>> sequences in a text to be printed, since the alternative spellings
>>> and adjustments made by typesetters would be virtually certain
>>> to destroy the ELS.
> neufer <acneu...@gmail.com> wrote:
>>
>> Alternative spellings and adjustments made
>> the ciphering job just that much easier.
>> "David L. Webb" <david.l.w...@dartmouth.edu> wrote:
>>>
>>> Indeed, in that era, one would have to be a lunatic or an
>>> idiot to conceal messages using equidistant letter sequences into texts
>>> to be deliVERED to a printer, and in this era one must be a lunatic or
>>> an idiot to seek messages concealed by equidistant letter sequences in
>>> Elizabethan era printed texts.
> neufer <acneu...@gmail.com> wrote:
>>
>> I might agree with you in so far as Baconian Binary Cipher
>> was concerned in the Elizabeth Gallup era.
>> HowEVER, I'm sure that the Rosicrucian printers
>> could easily deal with equidistant letter sequences.
"David L. Webb" <david.l.w...@dartmouth.edu> wrote:
> What makes you think that any of the printers
> we're discussing were Rosicrucians, Art?!
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John *VALENTIN ANDREA*
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http://home.sol.no/~noetic/modg.htm
http://www.knight.org/advent/cathen/13193b.htm
<<In 1602 or 1603, Lutheran theologian of Würtemberg,
. John VALENTIN ANDREA composed the ROSICRUCIAN book,
. "Chymische Hochzeit Christiani Rosenkreuz 1459",
. which appeared in 1616.>>
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*ANDREW* W.(ise)
*VALENTINe* S.(ims)
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http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/VALENTINe_Simmes
<<VALENTINe Simmes (fl. 1585 – 1622) was an Elizabethan era and
Jacobean era printer; he did business in London, "on Adling Hill
near Bainard's Castle at the sign of the White Swan." Simmes has
a reputation as one of the better printers of his generation,
and was responsible for several quartos of Shakespeare's plays.
*NOTHING is known of Simmes's early life or personal history* .
He was active as a printer starting in 1585. In an 8-year period
from 1597 through 1604, Simmes printed nine Shakespearean
quartos for various London stationers or booksellers.
For the bookseller Andrew Wise, Simmes printed:
. Richard III, Q1 (1597)
. Richard II, Q1 (1597)
. Richard II, Q2 (1598)
. Richard II, Q3 (1598)
For Wise and William Aspley, Simmes printed:
. Henry IV, Part 2, Q (1600)
. Much Ado About Nothing, Q (1600)
For Thomas Millington, Simmes printed:
. Henry VI, Part 2, Q2 (1600)
For Nicholas Ling and John Trundell, Simmes printed:
. Hamlet, Q1 (1603) — the "bad quarto."
For Matthew Law, Simmes printed:
. Henry IV, Part 1, Q3 (1604).
Also for Nicholas Ling, Simmes printed Q3 of The Taming of a Shrew
(1607), the [Bad Quarto 1594] version of Shakespeare's The Taming
of the Shrew. And for Thomas Pavier, Simmes printed Q1 of Sir
John Oldcastle (1600), a play of the Shakespeare Apocrypha. For
"the Widow Newman," Simmes printed the second, 1607 edition of
Lawrence Twine's The Pattern of Painful Adventures, one of
the sources for Shakespeare's Pericles, Prince of Tyre.
Simmes also printed a range of other significant texts
in English Renaissance theatre, including:
. Day's An Humorous Day's Mirth (15999)
. Dekker's The Shoemaker's Holiday (1600)
. Marlowe's Doctor Faustus (1604), for publisher Thomas Bushell
. Jonson's The Coronation Triumph (1604), for Edward Blount
. The Entertainment at Althorp (1604), for Edward Blount
. Marston's The Malcontent (1604), for William Aspley
. Jonson's Hymenaei (1606), for Thomas Thorpe
. The Troublesome Reign of King John (Q2, 1611), for John Helme
— among other works. In Simmes's era, the specialties of printer and
bookseller/publisher were usually practiced separately, though some
individuals, like William Jaggard, functioned in both. Simmes normally
kept to the printshop side of the business, though he did occasionally
publish too, as with the first quartos of George Chapman's Humorous
Day's Mirth and Thomas Dekker's Shoemaker's Holiday.
Best known for his printing of plays, Simmes worked on non-dramatic
projects as well; he printed Salve Deus Rex Judaeorum (1611) for
the bookseller Richard Bonian — a volume of poems by Emilia Lanyer,
it was one of the very rare books by a woman published in that era.
For John Clapham's The History of Great Britain (1606),
he was both printer and publisher.
While Simmes is recognized as among the best printers of his
generation, a cynic might complain that this is not saying much
— that it merely identifies Simmes as the best of a bad lot.
Simmes, or his compositors, allowed 69 typographical errors
in Richard II, Q1; when they printed Q2 they corrected 14
of these typos, but added 123 new ones.
Apart from his reputation for quality, Simmes "was
constantly in trouble for printing unauthorized works,
and in 1622 was forbidden to work as a master printer.">>
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. . Rosicrucians. . Freemasons
. . Rosy Cross[the Craft] Stone Guild
.................................................
. Q1. *ROSsenCRAFT*. . *GuilderSTONE*
. Q2. ROSencrans. . Guyldensterne
. F1. ROSincrane. . Guildensterne
. F2,3,4 *ROSinCROSSe* . . Guildenstare
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__ \_*_/
__ _\_/
__ * - X * Edward de Vere, Erle of Oxenford was buryed
__ _/_\ __________ the 6th daye of Julye Å 1604
__ _/ *_\ ____________ [ *St. Godelieve's day* ]
.
<<The strange, large 'X' type symbol appears to have been put there
much later. According to Paul Altrocchi, this must have happened a
many decades later "...since pencils with such a sharp point did
not appear until the late 1600's." It really is anybody's guess
who put it there - perhaps an over-enthusiastic Oxfordian?>>
.
- _The Death of Edward de Vere_ by Michael Llewellyn
...........................................................
THE CREST OF *JOHANN VALENTIN ANDREÆ*.
http://www.sacred-texts.com/eso/sta/img/14000.jpg
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<<The reference to four red roses & a white cross in
the Chymical Marriage of Christian Rosencreutz identified
Johann Valentin Andreæ as its author, for his family crest,
shown above, consisted of four red roses & a white cross.>>
........................................................
1616 *JOHANN VALENTIN ANDREÆ's* Rosicrucian manifesto:
. _The Chemical Wedding of Christian *ROSEN-KREUZ* 1459_
.
1616 Shakespeare wills Anne second best bed.
1616 Cervantes & Shakespeare die on St.George's Day.
1616 1000th anniversary of Ethelbert(/bard?)'s death.
1616 Jupiter returns the "Serpent's foot"
1616 Tragical History of Doctor Faustus (V2) published
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___ *cruz* : *CROSS* (Spanish, Portuguese)
___ *KREUZ* : *CROSS* (German)
___ *Kranz* : CROWN, WREATH(DUTCH)
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The Passionate Pilgrim Sonnet 18
One silly *CROSS* wrought all my loss;
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. http://www.fiu.edu/~mizrachs/poseur3.html
.
The *ROSE*: Rosicrucianism, the Rosy Cross,
and *ROSE-line* symbolism is all over the place in this mystery.
.
<<How interesting to discover, as I have recently, that the name of
several places in France - Rhedae/Rennes, Rouen/Rhodom, Rodez/Rhodes,
are derived from the Greek Island of Rhodes, whose name itself comes
from the *ROSE* - goddess Rhoda. Contemporary texts say that the
red-haired Celtic "Redones" or "*ROSE* people" (Rutheni/Rhodanim)
settled both Rennes in the Midi & Rennes in Brittany - the name
derives from the ethnic group. It is said that the resident goddess
of Mount Sion-Vaudemont, the "other Sion" of the "priory of Sion"
in Switzerland, is *ROSEmertha* - the *ROSE mother*.>>
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. http://www.sirbacon.org/mshrew.htm
.
<<On the title page of Robert Fludd's Summum Bonum
(The Highest Good), subtitled "True Magic, Cabala, Alchemy,
of the *True Brothers of the ROSE Cross* , is a curious emblem.
In the center of the emblem is a picture of a huge *ROSE*
with a BEE in the air beside it. To the left of the
*ROSE* is a spider's web, and to the right a *BEE HIVE* .
Over the *ROSE* in large letters is the legend
.
. "DAT ROSA MEL APIBUS", i.e.
. "The *ROSE* Gives The BEEs HONEY."
.
Idries Shah says there is a connection between the
Sufi "Path of The *ROSE* ", and the Rosicrucian Fraternity.
.
In the Fama Fraternity [by John VALENTINe Andrea?] of the
order of the Rosicrucians we are told that the founder of the
Order became acquainted with the *WISE* Men of Damcar in Arabia.
These "*WISE* Men of Damcar" could only have been the Sufis.>>
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_______ Sonnet 34
.
VVHy didst thou *PROMISE* such a beautious day,
And make me trauaile forth without my *CLOAKE* ,
To let base cloudes ore-take me in my way,
Hiding thy brau'ry in their rotten smoke.
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_. GOOD FREND FO_{R} [IE]{SVS}'_S(AKE)__ FOR[BE]ARE,
____ TO DIGG THE D_{V}[ST] ___ EN(CLO)ASED [HE]ARE:
............................................
_. BLESTE BE Ye MA_{N} Yt___ SPA[RE]S THES STONES,
__ AND CVRST BE H_{E} Yt___ MO[VE]S MY BONES.
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http://library.thinkquest.org/5175/images/grave1.jpg
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Nor can thy shame give physic to my grief;
[T]hough thou repent, yet I have still the loss:
[T]he offender's sorrow lends but weak relief
[T]o him that bears the strong offence's *CROSS*.
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Peter Nockolds wrote:
>
> The first italicised word in my reprint of the 1609
> edition of the sonnets is *ROSE*, in sonnet 1, line 2.
> There is no further italicised word until sonnet 4.
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THE 1609 QUARTO VERSION: Sonnet 1
.
FRom fairest creatures we desire increase,
That thereby beauties *ROSE might nEUER DIE* ,
But as the riper should by time decease,
His *tender HEIRE* might beare his memory:
But thou contracted to thine owne bright eyes,
Feed'st thy lights flame with selfe substantiall fewell,
Making a famine where aboundance lies,
Thy selfe thy foe, to thy sweet selfe too cruell:
Thou that art now the worlds fresh ornament,
And only herauld to the gaudy spring,
Within thine owne bud buriest thy content,
And tender chorle makst wast in niggarding:
. Pitty the world, or else this glutton be,
. To eate the worlds due, by the graue and thee.
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>>>> "Robin G." <doc...@proaxis.com> wrote:
>>>>>
>>>>> Your understanding of Elizabethan/Jacobean
>>>>> theatre and drama is limited.
>>> neufer <acneu...@gmail.com> wrote:
>>>> But my understanding of Greek theatre and comedy is improving.
>> "David L. Webb" <david.l.w...@dartmouth.edu> wrote:
>>> Evidence, Art? Hint: "Attic drama" does not refer to the amateur
>>> theatricals that you may stage in the storage area above your house.
> neufer <acneu...@gmail.com> wrote:
>> Not Meg, Jo, Beth, and Amy?
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As secret societies were the fashion, it was thought proper to have
one, and as all of the girls admired Dickens, they called themselves
the Pickwick Club. With a few interruptions, they had kept this
up for a year, and met EVERy Saturday evening in the big garret,
on which occasions the ceremonies were as follow[S]: Three
cha[I]rs were ar[R]anged in a [R]ow before [A] table on w[H]ich
was a lamp, also *four white badges* , with a big ‘P.C.’ [‘R.C.?’]
in different colors on each, and the weekly newspaper called,
The Pickwick Portfolio, to which all contributed something,
while Jo, who *REVElED in pens* and ink, was the editor.
w e r e a s f o l
l o w [S] T h r e e
c h a [I] r s w e r
e a r [R] a n g e d
i n a [R] o w b e f
o r e [A] t a b l e
o n w [H] i c h w a
s a l -a- m p,
[HARRIS] -9
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“Mr. President and gentlemen,” he began, assuming a parliamentary
attitude and tone, “I wish to propose the admission of a new member —
one who highly DEsERVEs the honor, would be deeply grateful for it,
and would add immensely to the spirit of the club, the literary
value of the paper, and be no end jolly and nice.
.
I propo[S]e Mr. Theodore La[U]rence as an hono[R]ary
member of th[E] P. C. {COME} now, do ha[V]e him.”
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_____ <= 14 =>
.
. j o l l -y-a n d n i c e I p
. r o p o [S|E|M)r T h e o d o
. r e L a [U|R|E)n c e a s a n
. h o n o [R|A|R)-y-m e m b e r
. o f t h [E|P|C){C O M E}n o w
. d o h a [V]e h i m
.
[VERUS] -14
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*PRO PARE VOTIS EMERITE*
- _The De Vere Code_ by Jonathan Bond
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. TOT ___ HEONL ____ IEBE
. GET ___ TEROF ____ THES
. EIN _____- SVING [S] _ONN
- -ET_ [S] [M] RWHA _- [L] _LHA
_ -P- [P-I]_[N E] SS__- E[A] _NDT
_ -H- [A T] [E T] ER___ N[I] _TIE
_ {P} [R O] [M I] ___ [S] ED[B] _YOV
_. {R} [E V] [E R] -L___ [I]__V[I] _NGP
_ {O} ET___ WISH [E]- [T] _HTH
. E [W] ___ ELLWI[S.]_ [H.] _ING
. A [D V E] ___ NTV[R.]_ [E.] _RIN
. S [E] ____ TTING[F.]_ [O.] _RTH
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Probability of 2 "PARE"s ~ 1/450
.
*PARE* : 1202d
*PARE* : 1609u
.
http://shakespeareauthorship.com/wds1.html
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*PARE*, v. t. [F. PAREr to PARE, as a horse's hoofs,
*to dress or curry LEATHER* , to clear ANCHORS or
CABLES, to parry, ward off, fr. L. parare to prePARE.]
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But neither bent the knee, for the young bridegroom replied
in a tone that startled all listeners *as the mask fell*
, disclosing the nobl[E] face of Ferdinand *DE[V]ERE*ux
, the artist lov[E]r, and leaning on the b[R|E]ast where now
flash[E|D] *the STAR of an ENGLI{Sh} EARL* was the lovely Viola,
..........................................................
_____ <= 18 =>
.
. t h e n o b l [E] f a c e o f F e r d
. i n a n d *D E[V]E R E* u x t h e a r
. t i s t l o v [E] r a n d l e a n i n
. g o n t h e b [R|E] a s t w h e r e n
. o w f l a s h [E|D] t h e s t a r o f
. a n *E N G L I{S h} E A R L*
.
[EVERE] 18
..........................................................
“My lord, you scornfully bade me claim your daughter when
I could boast as high a name and vast a fortune as the
Count Antonio. I can do more, for even your ambitious soul
cannot refuse the Earl of *DEVEREux and DE VERE* , when
he gives his ancient name and boundless wealth in return
for the beloved hand of this fair lady, now my wife.”
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.{Sh}e is not fair to s[E]e,
. And we cannot gi[V]e her your place d[E]ar,
. Nor worship he[R] as we worship the[E].
..........................................................
_____ <= 15 =>
.
.[{S h} e i s n o t f a i r t o s
. [E] e A n d w e c a n n o t g i
. [V] e h e r y o u r p l a c e d
. [E] a r N o r w o r s h i p h e
. [R] a s w e w o r s h i p t h e
. [E]
.
[EVERE] 15
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This spirited burst from Beth electrified the club, and Jo left her
seat to {Sh}ake hands approvingly. “Now then, vote again. EVERybody
remember it’s our Laurie, and say, ‘Aye!’” cried Snodgrass excitedly.
..........................................................
_____ <= 24 =>
.
[E] h a n d s a p p r o v i n g l y N o w t h e n
[V] o t e a g a i n E v e r y b o d y r e m e m b
[E] r i t s o u r L a u r i e a n d s a y A y e c
[R] i e d S n o d g r a s s e x c i t e d l y A y
[E] A y e A y e r e p l i e d t h r e e v o i c e
{S} a t o n c e
.
[EVERE] 24
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1 VERUS ~ 1/26 with a skip 14 or less
3 EVERE's ~ 1/31 with a skip 24 or less
1 HARRIS ~ 1/61 with a skip 9 or less
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Little Women
PART ONE: Chapter Ten
The P. C. and P. O.
As spring came on, a new set of amusements became the fashion, and the
lengthening days gave long afternoons for work and play of all sorts.
The garden had to be put in order, and each sister had a quarter of
the little plot to do what she liked with. Hannah used to say, “I’d
know which each of them gardings belonged to, ef I see ’em in Chiny,”
and so she might, for the girls’ tastes differed as much as their
characters. Meg’s had roses and heliotrope, myrtle, and a little
orange tree in it. Jo’s bed was nEVER alike two seasons, for she was
always trying experiments. This year it was to be a plantation of sun
flowers, the seeds of which cheerful land aspiring plant were to feed
Aunt Cockle-top and her family of chicks. Beth had old-fashioned
fragrant flowers in her garden, sweet peas and mignonette,
larkspur, pinks, pansies, and southernwood, with chickweed for the
birds and catnip for the pussies. Amy had a bower in hers, rather
small and earwiggy, but very pretty to look at, with honeysuckle and
morning-glories hanging their colored horns and bells in graceful
wreaths all over it, tall white lilies, delicate ferns, and as many
brilliant, picturesque plants as would consent to blossom there.
Gardening, walks, rows on the river, and flower hunts employed the
fine days, and for rainy ones, they had house diversions, some old,
some new, all more or less original. One of these was the ‘P.C.’, for
as secret societies were the fashion, it was thought proper to have
one, and as all of the girls admired Dickens, they called themselves
the Pickwick Club. With a few interruptions, they had kept this up for
a year, and met EVERy Saturday evening in the big garret, on which
occasions the ceremonies were as follows: Three chairs were arranged
in a row before a table on which was a lamp, also four white badges,
with a big ‘P.C.’ in different colors on each, and the weekly
newspaper called, The Pickwick Portfolio, to which all contributed
something, while Jo, who reveled in pens and ink, was the editor. At
seven o’clock, the four members ascended to the clubroom, tied their
badges round their heads, and took their seats with great solemnity.
Meg, as the eldest, was Samuel Pickwick, Jo, being of
a literary turn, Augustus Snodgrass,
Beth, because she was round and rosy, Tracy Tupman, and Amy, who was
always trying to do what she couldn’t, was Nathaniel Winkle. Pickwick,
the president, read the paper, which was filled with original tales,
poetry, local news, funny advertisements, and hints, in which they
good-naturedly reminded each other of their faults and short comings.
On one occasion, Mr. Pickwick put on a pair of spectacles without
any glass, rapped upon the table, hemmed, and having stared
hard at Mr. Snodgrass, who was tilting back in his chair,
till he arranged himself properly, began to read:
. “THE PICKWICK PORTFOLIO”
. MAY 20, 18 —
. POET’S CORNER
. ANNIVERSARY ODE
. Again we meet to celebrate
. With badge and solemn rite,
. Our fifty-second anniversary,
. In Pickwick Hall, tonight.
. We all are here in perfect health,
. None gone from our small band:
. Again we see each well-known face,
. And press each friendly hand.
. Our Pickwick, always at his post,
. With rEVEREnce we greet,
. As, spectacles on nose, he reads
. Our well-filled weekly sheet.
. Although he suffers from a cold,
. We joy to hear him speak,
. For words of wisdom from him fall,
. In spite of croak or squeak.
. Old six-foot Snodgrass looms on high,
. With elephantine grace,
. And beams upon the company,
. With brown and jovial face.
. Poetic fire lights up his eye,
. He struggles ’gainst his lot.
. Behold ambition on his brow,
. And on his nose, a blot.
. Next our peaceful Tupman comes,
. So rosy, plump, and sweet,
. Who chokes with laughter at the puns,
. And tumbles off his seat.
. Prim little Winkle too is here,
. With EVERy hair in place,
. A model of propriety,
. Though he hates to wash his face.
. The year is gone, we still unite
. To joke and laugh and read,
. And tread the path of literature
. That doth to glory lead.
. Long may our paper prosper well,
. Our club unbroken be,
. And coming years their blessings pour
. On the useful, gay ‘P. C.’.
. A. SNODGRASS
. THE MASKED MARRIAGE
. (A Tale Of Venice)
Gondola after gondola swept up to the marble steps, and left its
lovely load to swell the brilliant throng that filled the stately
halls of Count Adelon. Knights and ladies, elves and pages, monks and
flower girls, all mingled gaily in the dance. Sweet voices and rich
melody filled the air, and so with mirth and music the masquerade went
on. “Has your Highness seen the Lady Viola tonight?” asked a gallant
troubadour of the fairy queen who floated down the hall upon his arm.
. “Yes, is she not lovely, though so sad! Her dress is well chosen,
too, for in a week she weds Count Antonio, whom she passionately
hates.”
. “By my faith, I envy him. Yonder he comes, arrayed like a
bridegroom, except the black mask. When that is off we shall see how
he regards the fair maid whose heart he cannot win, though her stern
father bestows her hand,” returned the troubadour.
. “Tis whispered that she loves the young English artist who haunts
her steps, and is spurned by the old Count,” said the lady, as they
joined the dance.
. The revel was at its height when a priest appeared, and
withdrawing the young pair to an alcove, hung with purple velvet,
he motioned them to kneel. Instant silence fell on the gay throng,
and not a sound, but the dash of fountains or the rustle of
orange groves sleeping in the moonlight, broke the hush,
as Count de Adelon spoke thus:
. “My lords and ladies, *PARDON the ruse* by which I have
gathered you here to witness the marriage of my daughter.
Father, we wait your services.”
. All eyes turned toward the bridal party, and a murmur of
amazement went through the throng, for neither bride nor groom removed
their masks. Curiosity and wonder possessed all hearts, but respect
restrained all tongues till the holy rite was over. Then the eager
spectators gathered round the count, demanding an explanation.
. “Gladly would I give it if I could, but I only know that it was
the whim of my timid Viola, and I yielded to it. Now, my children,
let the play end. Unmask and receive my blessing.”
. But neither bent the knee, for the young bridegroom replied in a
tone that startled all listeners as the mask fell, disclosing the
noble face of Ferdinand DEVEREux, the artist lover, and leaning on the
breast where now flashed the star of an English earl was the lovely
Viola, radiant with joy and beauty.
. “My lord, you scornfully bade me claim your daughter when I could
boast as high a name and vast a fortune as the Count Antonio. I can do
more, for even your ambitious soul cannot refuse the Earl of *DEVEREux
and DE VERE* , when he gives his ancient name and boundless wealth
in return for the beloved hand of this fair lady, now my wife.”
. The count stood like one changed to stone, and turning to the
bewildered crowd, Ferdinand added, with a gay smile of triumph,
“To you, my gallant friends, I can only wish that your wooing
may prosper as mine has done, and that you may all win as fair
a bride as I have by this masked marriage.”
. S. PICKWICK
. Why is the P. C. like the Tower of Babel?
. It is full of unruly members.
. THE HISTORY OF A SQUASH
. Once upon a time a farmer planted a little seed in his garden,
and after a while it sprouted and became a vine and bore many
squashes. One day in October, when they were ripe, he picked one and
took it to market. A grocerman bought and put it in his shop. That
same morning, a little girl in a brown hat and blue dress, with a
round face and snub nose, went and bought it for her mother. She
lugged it home, cut it up, and boiled it in the big pot, mashed some
of it with salt and butter, for dinner. And to the rest she added a
pint of milk, two eggs, four spoons of sugar, nutmeg, and some
crackers, put it in a deep dish, and baked it till it was brown and
nice, and next day it was eaten by a family named March.. T. TUPMAN
. Mr. Pickwick, Sir: —
. I address you upon the subject of sin the sinner I mean is a man
named Winkle who makes trouble in his club by laughing and sometimes
won’t write his piece in this fine paper I hope you will pardon his
badness and let him send a French fable because he can’t write out
of his head as he has so many lessons to do and no brains in future
I will try to take time by the fetlock and prepare some work which
will be all commy la fo that means all right I am in haste as
it is nearly school time.
.
. Yours respectably,
. N. WINKLE
. [The above is a manly and handsome acknowledgment of
past misdemeanors. If our young friend studied punctuation,
it would be well.]
. A SAD ACCIDENT
. On Friday last, we were startled by a violent shock in our
basement, followed by cries of distress. On rushing in a body to the
cellar, we discovered our beloved President prostrate upon the floor,
having tripped and fallen while getting wood for domestic purposes. A
perfect scene of ruin met our eyes, for in his fall Mr. Pickwick had
plunged his head and shoulders into a tub of water, upset a keg of
soft soap upon his manly form, and torn his garments badly. On being
removed from this perilous situation, it was discovered that he had
suffered no injury but sEVERal bruises, and we are happy to add, is
now doing well.
. ED.
. THE PUBLIC BEREAVEMENT
. It is our painful duty to record the sudden and mysterious
disappearance of our cherished friend, Mrs. Snowball Pat Paw. This
lovely and beloved cat was the pet of a large circle of warm and
admiring friends; for her beauty attracted all eyes, her graces and
virtues endeared her to all hearts, and her loss is deeply felt by the
whole community.
. When last seen, she was sitting at the gate, watching the
butcher’s cart, and it is feared that some villain, tempted by her
charms, basely stole her. Weeks have passed, but no trace of her has
been discovered, and we relinquish all hope, tie a black ribbon to her
basket, set aside her dish, and weep for her as one lost to us
forEVER.
. A sympathizing friend sends the following gem:
. A LAMENT
. (FOR S. B. PAT PAW)
. We mourn the loss of our little pet,
. And sigh o’er her hapless fate,
. For nEVER more by the fire she’ll sit,
. Nor play by the old green gate.
. The little grave where her infant sleeps
. Is ’neath the chestnut tree.
. But o’er her grave we may not weep,
. We know not where it may be.
. Her empty bed, her idle ball,
. Will nEVER see her more;
. No gentle tap, no loving purr
. Is heard at the parlor door.
. Another cat comes after her mice,
. A cat with a dirty face,
. But she does not hunt as our darling did,
. Nor play with her airy grace.
. Her stealthy paws tread the very hall
. Where Snowball used to play,
. But she only spits at the dogs our pet
. So gallantly drove away.
. She is useful and mild, and does her best,
. But she is not fair to see,
. And we cannot give her your place dear,
. Nor worship her as we worship thee.
. A. S.
. ADVERTISEMENTS
. Miss Oranthy Bluggage, the accomplished strong-minded lecturer,
will deliver her famous lecture on “WOMAN AND HER POSITION” at
Pickwick Hall, next Saturday Evening, after the usual performances.
. A weekly meeting will be held at Kitchen Place, to teach young
ladies how to cook. Hannah Brown will preside, and all are invited to
attend.
. The Dustpan Society will meet on Wednesday next, and parade in
the upper story of the Club House. All members to appear in uniform
and shoulder their brooms at nine precisely.
. Mrs. Beth Bouncer will open her new assortment of Doll’s
Millinery next week. The latest Paris fashions have arrived, and
orders are respectfully solicited.
. A new play will appear at the Barnville Theatre, in the course of
a few weeks, which will surpass anything EVER seen on the American
stage. The Greek Slave, or
Constantine the Avenger, is the name of this thrilling drama!!!
. HINTS
. If S.P. didn’t use so much soap on his hands, he wouldn’t always
be late at breakfast. A.S. is requested not to whistle in the street.
T.T please don’t forget Amy’s napkin. N.W. must not fret because his
dress has not nine tucks.
. WEEKLY REPORT
. . Meg — Good.
. . Jo — Bad.
. . Beth — Very Good.
. . Amy — Middling.
As the President finished reading the paper (which I beg leave to
assure my readers is a bona fide copy of one written by bona fide
girls once upon a time), a round of applause followed, and then Mr.
Snodgrass rose to make a proposition.
“Mr. President and gentlemen,” he began, assuming a parliamentary
attitude and tone, “I wish to propose the admission of a new member —
one who highly deserves the honor, would be deeply grateful for it,
and would add immensely to the spirit of the club, the literary value
of the paper, and be no end jolly and nice. I propose Mr. Theodore
Laurence as an honorary member of the P. C. Come now, do have him.”
Jo’s sudden change of tone made the girls laugh, but all looked
rather anxious, and no one said a word as Snodgrass took his seat.
“We’ll put it to a vote,” said the President. “All in favor
of this motion please to manifest it by saying, ‘Aye’.”
A loud response from Snodgrass, followed,
to EVERybody's surprise, by a timid one from Beth.
“Contrary-minded say, ‘No’.”
Meg and Amy were contrary-minded, and Mr. Winkle rose to say with
great elegance, “We don’t wish any boys, they only joke and bounce
about. This is a ladies’ club, and we wish to be private and proper.”
“I’m afraid he’ll laugh at our paper, and make fun of us afterward,”
observed Pickwick, pulling the little curl on her forehead,
as she always did when doubtful.
Up rose Snodgrass, very much in earnest. “Sir, I give you my word as
a gentleman, Laurie won’t do anything of the sort. He likes to write,
and he’ll give a tone to our contributions and keep us from being
sentimental, don’t you see? We can do so little for him, and he does
so much for us, I think the least we can do is to offer him a place
here, and make him welcome if he comes.”
This artful allusion to benefits conferred brought Tupman
to his feet, looking as if he had quite made up his mind.
“Yes, we ought to do it, even if we are afraid.
I say he may come, and his grandpa, too, if he likes.”
This spirited burst from Beth electrified the club, and Jo left her
seat to shake hands approvingly. “Now then, vote again. EVERybody
remember it’s our Laurie, and say, ‘Aye!’” cried Snodgrass excitedly.
“Aye! Aye! Aye!” replied three voices at once.
“Good! Bless you! Now, as there’s nothing like ‘taking time by the
fetlock’, as Winkle characteristically observes, allow me to present
the new member.” And, to the dismay of the rest of the club, Jo threw
open the door of the closet, and displayed Laurie sitting on
a rag bag, flushed and twinkling with suppressed laughter.
“You rogue! You traitor! Jo, how could you?” cried the three girls,
as Snodgrass led her friend triumphantly forth, and producing
both a chair and a badge, installed him in a jiffy.
“The coolness of you two rascals is amazing,” began Mr. Pickwick,
trying to get up an awful frown and only succeeding in producing an
amiable smile. But the new member was equal to the occasion, and
rising, with a grateful salutation to the Chair, said in the most
engaging manner, “Mr. President and ladies — I beg pardon,
gentlemen — allow me to introduce myself as Sam Weller,
the very humble servant of the club.”
“Good! Good!” cried Jo, pounding with the handle
of the old warming pan on which she leaned.
“My faithful friend and noble patron,” continued Laurie with a wave of
the hand, “who has so flatteringly presented me, is not to be blamed
for the base stratagem of tonight. I planned it, and she only gave
in after lots of teasing.”
“Come now, don’t lay it all on yourself. You know I proposed the
cupboard,” broke in Snodgrass, who was enjoying the joke amazingly.
“NEVER mind what she says. I’m the wretch that did it, sir,” said the
new member, with a Welleresque nod to Mr. Pickwick. “But on my honor,
I nEVER will do so again, and henceforth devote myself to the
interest of this immortal club.”
“Hear! Hear!” cried Jo,
clashing the lid of the warming pan like a cymbal.
“Go on, go on!” added Winkle and Tupman,
while the President bowed benignly.
“I merely wish to say, that as a slight token of my gratitude for the
honor done me, and as a means of promoting friendly relations between
adjoining nations, I have set up a post office in the hedge in the
lower corner of the garden, a fine, spacious building with padlocks
on the doors and EVERy convenience for the mails, also the females,
if I may be allowed the expression. It’s the old martin house, but
I’ve stopped up the door and made the roof open, so it will hold all
sorts of things, and save our valuable time. Letters, manuscripts,
books, and bundles can be passed in there, and as each nation has
a key, it will be uncommonly nice, I fancy. Allow me to present
the club key, and with many thanks for your favor, take my seat.”
Great applause as Mr. Weller deposited a little key on the table and
subsided, the warming pan clashed and waved wildly, and it was some
time before order could be restored. A long discussion followed, and
EVERyone came out surprising, for EVERyone did her best. So it was an
unusually lively meeting, and did not adjourn till a late hour, when
it broke up with three shrill cheers for the new member. No one EVER
regretted the admittance of Sam Weller, for a more devoted, well-
behaved, and jovial member no club could have. He certainly did add
‘spirit’ to the meetings, and ‘a tone’ to the paper, for his orations
convulsed his hearers and his contributions were excellent, being
patriotic, classical, comical, or dramatic, but nEVER sentimental.
Jo regarded them as worthy of Bacon, Milton, or Shakespeare, and
remodeled her own works with good effect, she thought.
The P. O. was a capital little institution, and flourished
wonderfully, for nearly as many queer things passed through it as
through the real post office. Tragedies and cravats, poetry and
pickles, garden seeds and long letters, music and gingerbread,
rubbers, invitations, scoldings, and puppies. The old gentleman
liked the fun, and amused himself by sending odd bundles, mysterious
messages, and funny telegrams, and his gardener, who was smitten
with Hannah’s charms, actually sent a love letter to Jo’s care.
How they laughed when the secret came out, nEVER dreaming how many
love letters that little post office would hold in the years to come.
-------------------------------------------------
Art Neuendorffer
>>>
>>> Finally, there is an oVERarching point that you might wish to
>>> consider, Art: in an era when spelling was not standardized and a name
>>> could be and was spelled in a half-dozen ways of varying lengths, so
>>> that one could find "Wilson" also spelled as "Willsonne," etc., it would
>>> have been sheer folly to encode messages using equidistant letter
>>> sequences in a text to be printed, since the alternative spellings
>>> and adjustments made by typesetters would be virtually certain
>>> to destroy the ELS.
> neufer <acneu...@gmail.com> wrote:
>>
>> Alternative spellings and adjustments made
>> the ciphering job just that much easier.
>> "David L. Webb" <david.l.w...@dartmouth.edu> wrote:
>>>
>>> Indeed, in that era, one would have to be a lunatic or an
>>> idiot to conceal messages using equidistant letter sequences into texts
>>> to be deliVERED to a printer, and in this era one must be a lunatic or
>>> an idiot to seek messages concealed by equidistant letter sequences in
>>> Elizabethan era printed texts.
> neufer <acneu...@gmail.com> wrote:
>>
>> I might agree with you in so far as Baconian Binary Cipher
>> was concerned in the Elizabeth Gallup era.
>> HowEVER, I'm sure that the Rosicrucian printers
>> could easily deal with equidistant letter sequences.
"David L. Webb" <david.l.w...@dartmouth.edu> wrote:
> What makes you think that any of the printers
> we're discussing were Rosicrucians, Art?!
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John *VALENTIN ANDREA*
................................................
http://home.sol.no/~noetic/modg.htm
http://www.knight.org/advent/cathen/13193b.htm
<<In 1602 or 1603, Lutheran theologian of Würtemberg,
. John VALENTIN ANDREA composed the ROSICRUCIAN book,
. "Chymische Hochzeit Christiani Rosenkreuz 1459",
. which appeared in 1616.>>
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*ANDREW* W.(ise)
*VALENTINe* S.(ims)
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http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/VALENTINe_Simmes
<<VALENTINe Simmes (fl. 1585 – 1622) was an Elizabethan era and
Jacobean era printer; he did business in London, "on Adling Hill
near Bainard's Castle at the sign of the White Swan." Simmes has
a reputation as one of the better printers of his generation,
and was responsible for several quartos of Shakespeare's plays.
*NOTHING is known of Simmes's early life or personal history* .
He was active as a printer starting in 1585. In an 8-year period
from 1597 through 1604, Simmes printed nine Shakespearean
quartos for various London stationers or booksellers.
For the bookseller Andrew Wise, Simmes printed:
. Richard III, Q1 (1597)
. Richard II, Q1 (1597)
. Richard II, Q2 (1598)
. Richard II, Q3 (1598)
For Wise and William Aspley, Simmes printed:
. Henry IV, Part 2, Q (1600)
. Much Ado About Nothing, Q (1600)
For Thomas Millington, Simmes printed:
. Henry VI, Part 2, Q2 (1600)
For Nicholas Ling and John Trundell, Simmes printed:
. Hamlet, Q1 (1603) — the "bad quarto."
For Matthew Law, Simmes printed:
. Henry IV, Part 1, Q3 (1604).
Also for Nicholas Ling, Simmes printed Q3 of The Taming of a Shrew
(1607), the [Bad Quarto 1594] version of Shakespeare's The Taming
of the Shrew. And for Thomas Pavier, Simmes printed Q1 of Sir
John Oldcastle (1600), a play of the Shakespeare Apocrypha. For
"the Widow Newman," Simmes printed the second, 1607 edition of
Lawrence Twine's The Pattern of Painful Adventures, one of
the sources for Shakespeare's Pericles, Prince of Tyre.
Simmes also printed a range of other significant texts
in English Renaissance theatre, including:
. Day's An Humorous Day's Mirth (15999)
. Dekker's The Shoemaker's Holiday (1600)
. Marlowe's Doctor Faustus (1604), for publisher Thomas Bushell
. Jonson's The Coronation Triumph (1604), for Edward Blount
. The Entertainment at Althorp (1604), for Edward Blount
. Marston's The Malcontent (1604), for William Aspley
. Jonson's Hymenaei (1606), for Thomas Thorpe
. The Troublesome Reign of King John (Q2, 1611), for John Helme
— among other works. In Simmes's era, the specialties of printer and
bookseller/publisher were usually practiced separately, though some
individuals, like William Jaggard, functioned in both. Simmes normally
kept to the printshop side of the business, though he did occasionally
publish too, as with the first quartos of George Chapman's Humorous
Day's Mirth and Thomas Dekker's Shoemaker's Holiday.
Best known for his printing of plays, Simmes worked on non-dramatic
projects as well; he printed Salve Deus Rex Judaeorum (1611) for
the bookseller Richard Bonian — a volume of poems by Emilia Lanyer,
it was one of the very rare books by a woman published in that era.
For John Clapham's The History of Great Britain (1606),
he was both printer and publisher.
While Simmes is recognized as among the best printers of his
generation, a cynic might complain that this is not saying much
— that it merely identifies Simmes as the best of a bad lot.
Simmes, or his compositors, allowed 69 typographical errors
in Richard II, Q1; when they printed Q2 they corrected 14
of these typos, but added 123 new ones.
Apart from his reputation for quality, Simmes "was
constantly in trouble for printing unauthorized works,
and in 1622 was forbidden to work as a master printer.">>
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. . Rosicrucians. . Freemasons
. . Rosy Cross[the Craft] Stone Guild
.................................................
. Q1. *ROSsenCRAFT*. . *GuilderSTONE*
. Q2. ROSencrans. . Guyldensterne
. F1. ROSincrane. . Guildensterne
. F2,3,4 *ROSinCROSSe* . . Guildenstare
----------------------------------------------------
__ \_*_/
__ _\_/
__ * - X * Edward de Vere, Erle of Oxenford was buryed
__ _/_\ __________ the 6th daye of Julye Å 1604
__ _/ *_\ ____________ [ *St. Godelieve's day* ]
.
<<The strange, large 'X' type symbol appears to have been put there
much later. According to Paul Altrocchi, this must have happened a
many decades later "...since pencils with such a sharp point did
not appear until the late 1600's." It really is anybody's guess
who put it there - perhaps an over-enthusiastic Oxfordian?>>
.
- _The Death of Edward de Vere_ by Michael Llewellyn
...........................................................
THE CREST OF *JOHANN VALENTIN ANDREÆ*.
http://www.sacred-texts.com/eso/sta/img/14000.jpg
....................................................
<<The reference to four red roses & a white cross in
the Chymical Marriage of Christian Rosencreutz identified
Johann Valentin Andreæ as its author, for his family crest,
shown above, consisted of four red roses & a white cross.>>
........................................................
1616 *JOHANN VALENTIN ANDREÆ's* Rosicrucian manifesto:
. _The Chemical Wedding of Christian *ROSEN-KREUZ* 1459_
.
1616 Shakespeare wills Anne second best bed.
1616 Cervantes & Shakespeare die on St.George's Day.
1616 1000th anniversary of Ethelbert(/bard?)'s death.
1616 Jupiter returns the "Serpent's foot"
1616 Tragical History of Doctor Faustus (V2) published
---------------------------------------------
___ *cruz* : *CROSS* (Spanish, Portuguese)
___ *KREUZ* : *CROSS* (German)
___ *Kranz* : CROWN, WREATH(DUTCH)
---------------------------------------------
The Passionate Pilgrim Sonnet 18
One silly *CROSS* wrought all my loss;
----------------------------------------------------
. http://www.fiu.edu/~mizrachs/poseur3.html
.
The *ROSE*: Rosicrucianism, the Rosy Cross,
and *ROSE-line* symbolism is all over the place in this mystery.
.
<<How interesting to discover, as I have recently, that the name of
several places in France - Rhedae/Rennes, Rouen/Rhodom, Rodez/Rhodes,
are derived from the Greek Island of Rhodes, whose name itself comes
from the *ROSE* - goddess Rhoda. Contemporary texts say that the
red-haired Celtic "Redones" or "*ROSE* people" (Rutheni/Rhodanim)
settled both Rennes in the Midi & Rennes in Brittany - the name
derives from the ethnic group. It is said that the resident goddess
of Mount Sion-Vaudemont, the "other Sion" of the "priory of Sion"
in Switzerland, is *ROSEmertha* - the *ROSE mother*.>>
-------------------------------------------------
. http://www.sirbacon.org/mshrew.htm
.
<<On the title page of Robert Fludd's Summum Bonum
(The Highest Good), subtitled "True Magic, Cabala, Alchemy,
of the *True Brothers of the ROSE Cross* , is a curious emblem.
In the center of the emblem is a picture of a huge *ROSE*
with a BEE in the air beside it. To the left of the
*ROSE* is a spider's web, and to the right a *BEE HIVE* .
Over the *ROSE* in large letters is the legend
.
. "DAT ROSA MEL APIBUS", i.e.
. "The *ROSE* Gives The BEEs HONEY."
.
Idries Shah says there is a connection between the
Sufi "Path of The *ROSE* ", and the Rosicrucian Fraternity.
.
In the Fama Fraternity [by John VALENTINe Andrea?] of the
order of the Rosicrucians we are told that the founder of the
Order became acquainted with the *WISE* Men of Damcar in Arabia.
These "*WISE* Men of Damcar" could only have been the Sufis.>>
--------------------------------------------------------
_______ Sonnet 34
.
VVHy didst thou *PROMISE* such a beautious day,
And make me trauaile forth without my *CLOAKE* ,
To let base cloudes ore-take me in my way,
Hiding thy brau'ry in their rotten smoke.
...............................................
_. GOOD FREND FO_{R} [IE]{SVS}'_S(AKE)__ FOR[BE]ARE,
____ TO DIGG THE D_{V}[ST] ___ EN(CLO)ASED [HE]ARE:
............................................
_. BLESTE BE Ye MA_{N} Yt___ SPA[RE]S THES STONES,
__ AND CVRST BE H_{E} Yt___ MO[VE]S MY BONES.
...............................................
http://library.thinkquest.org/5175/images/grave1.jpg
...............................................
Nor can thy shame give physic to my grief;
[T]hough thou repent, yet I have still the loss:
[T]he offender's sorrow lends but weak relief
[T]o him that bears the strong offence's *CROSS*.
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Peter Nockolds wrote:
>
> The first italicised word in my reprint of the 1609
> edition of the sonnets is *ROSE*, in sonnet 1, line 2.
> There is no further italicised word until sonnet 4.
..............................................
THE 1609 QUARTO VERSION: Sonnet 1
.
FRom fairest creatures we desire increase,
That thereby beauties *ROSE might nEUER DIE* ,
But as the riper should by time decease,
His *tender HEIRE* might beare his memory:
But thou contracted to thine owne bright eyes,
Feed'st thy lights flame with selfe substantiall fewell,
Making a famine where aboundance lies,
Thy selfe thy foe, to thy sweet selfe too cruell:
Thou that art now the worlds fresh ornament,
And only herauld to the gaudy spring,
Within thine owne bud buriest thy content,
And tender chorle makst wast in niggarding:
. Pitty the world, or else this glutton be,
. To eate the worlds due, by the graue and thee.
--------------------------------------------------
>>>> "Robin G." <doc...@proaxis.com> wrote:
>>>>>
>>>>> Your understanding of Elizabethan/Jacobean
>>>>> theatre and drama is limited.
>>> neufer <acneu...@gmail.com> wrote:
>>>> But my understanding of Greek theatre and comedy is improving.
>> "David L. Webb" <david.l.w...@dartmouth.edu> wrote:
>>> Evidence, Art? Hint: "Attic drama" does not refer to the amateur
>>> theatricals that you may stage in the storage area above your house.
> neufer <acneu...@gmail.com> wrote:
>> Not Meg, Jo, Beth, and Amy?
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As secret societies were the fashion, it was thought proper to have
one, and as all of the girls admired Dickens, they called themselves
the Pickwick Club. With a few interruptions, they had kept this
up for a year, and met EVERy Saturday evening in the big garret,
on which occasions the ceremonies were as follow[S]: Three
cha[I]rs were ar[R]anged in a [R]ow before [A] table on w[H]ich
was a lamp, also *four white badges* , with a big ‘P.C.’ [‘R.C.?’]
in different colors on each, and the weekly newspaper called,
The Pickwick Portfolio, to which all contributed something,
while Jo, who *REVElED in pens* and ink, was the editor.
w e r e a s f o l
l o w [S] T h r e e
c h a [I] r s w e r
e a r [R] a n g e d
i n a [R] o w b e f
o r e [A] t a b l e
o n w [H] i c h w a
s a l -a- m p,
[HARRIS] -9
---------------------------------------------
“Mr. President and gentlemen,” he began, assuming a parliamentary
attitude and tone, “I wish to propose the admission of a new member —
one who highly DEsERVEs the honor, would be deeply grateful for it,
and would add immensely to the spirit of the club, the literary
value of the paper, and be no end jolly and nice.
.
I propo[S]e Mr. Theodore La[U]rence as an hono[R]ary
member of th[E] P. C. {COME} now, do ha[V]e him.”
..........................................................
_____ <= 14 =>
.
. j o l l -y-a n d n i c e I p
. r o p o [S|E|M)r T h e o d o
. r e L a [U|R|E)n c e a s a n
. h o n o [R|A|R)-y-m e m b e r
. o f t h [E|P|C){C O M E}n o w
. d o h a [V]e h i m
.
[VERUS] -14
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*PRO PARE VOTIS EMERITE*
- _The De Vere Code_ by Jonathan Bond
..............................................
. TOT ___ HEONL ____ IEBE
. GET ___ TEROF ____ THES
. EIN _____- SVING [S] _ONN
- -ET_ [S] [M] RWHA _- [L] _LHA
_ -P- [P-I]_[N E] SS__- E[A] _NDT
_ -H- [A T] [E T] ER___ N[I] _TIE
_ {P} [R O] [M I] ___ [S] ED[B] _YOV
_. {R} [E V] [E R] -L___ [I]__V[I] _NGP
_ {O} ET___ WISH [E]- [T] _HTH
. E [W] ___ ELLWI[S.]_ [H.] _ING
. A [D V E] ___ NTV[R.]_ [E.] _RIN
. S [E] ____ TTING[F.]_ [O.] _RTH
................................................
Probability of 2 "PARE"s ~ 1/450
.
*PARE* : 1202d
*PARE* : 1609u
.
http://shakespeareauthorship.com/wds1.html
................................................
*PARE*, v. t. [F. PAREr to PARE, as a horse's hoofs,
*to dress or curry LEATHER* , to clear ANCHORS or
CABLES, to parry, ward off, fr. L. parare to prePARE.]
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But neither bent the knee, for the young bridegroom replied
in a tone that startled all listeners *as the mask fell*
, disclosing the nobl[E] face of Ferdinand *DE[V]ERE*ux
, the artist lov[E]r, and leaning on the b[R|E]ast where now
flash[E|D] *the STAR of an ENGLI{Sh} EARL* was the lovely Viola,
..........................................................
_____ <= 18 =>
.
. t h e n o b l [E] f a c e o f F e r d
. i n a n d *D E[V]E R E* u x t h e a r
. t i s t l o v [E] r a n d l e a n i n
. g o n t h e b [R|E] a s t w h e r e n
. o w f l a s h [E|D] t h e s t a r o f
. a n *E N G L I{S h} E A R L*
.
[EVERE] 18
..........................................................
“My lord, you scornfully bade me claim your daughter when
I could boast as high a name and vast a fortune as the
Count Antonio. I can do more, for even your ambitious soul
cannot refuse the Earl of *DEVEREux and DE VERE* , when
he gives his ancient name and boundless wealth in return
for the beloved hand of this fair lady, now my wife.”
---------------------------------------------
.{Sh}e is not fair to s[E]e,
. And we cannot gi[V]e her your place d[E]ar,
. Nor worship he[R] as we worship the[E].
..........................................................
_____ <= 15 =>
.
.[{S h} e i s n o t f a i r t o s
. [E] e A n d w e c a n n o t g i
. [V] e h e r y o u r p l a c e d
. [E] a r N o r w o r s h i p h e
. [R] a s w e w o r s h i p t h e
. [E]
.
[EVERE] 15
---------------------------------------------
This spirited burst from Beth electrified the club, and Jo left her
seat to {Sh}ake hands approvingly. “Now then, vote again. EVERybody
remember it’s our Laurie, and say, ‘Aye!’” cried Snodgrass excitedly.
..........................................................
_____ <= 24 =>
.
[E] h a n d s a p p r o v i n g l y N o w t h e n
[V] o t e a g a i n E v e r y b o d y r e m e m b
[E] r i t s o u r L a u r i e a n d s a y A y e c
[R] i e d S n o d g r a s s e x c i t e d l y A y
[E] A y e A y e r e p l i e d t h r e e v o i c e
{S} a t o n c e
.
[EVERE] 24
---------------------------------------------
1 VERUS ~ 1/26 with a skip 14 or less
3 EVERE's ~ 1/31 with a skip 24 or less
1 HARRIS ~ 1/61 with a skip 9 or less
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Little Women
PART ONE: Chapter Ten
The P. C. and P. O.
As spring came on, a new set of amusements became the fashion, and the
lengthening days gave long afternoons for work and play of all sorts.
The garden had to be put in order, and each sister had a quarter of
the little plot to do what she liked with. Hannah used to say, “I’d
know which each of them gardings belonged to, ef I see ’em in Chiny,”
and so she might, for the girls’ tastes differed as much as their
characters. Meg’s had roses and heliotrope, myrtle, and a little
orange tree in it. Jo’s bed was nEVER alike two seasons, for she was
always trying experiments. This year it was to be a plantation of sun
flowers, the seeds of which cheerful land aspiring plant were to feed
Aunt Cockle-top and her family of chicks. Beth had old-fashioned
fragrant flowers in her garden, sweet peas and mignonette,
larkspur, pinks, pansies, and southernwood, with chickweed for the
birds and catnip for the pussies. Amy had a bower in hers, rather
small and earwiggy, but very pretty to look at, with honeysuckle and
morning-glories hanging their colored horns and bells in graceful
wreaths all over it, tall white lilies, delicate ferns, and as many
brilliant, picturesque plants as would consent to blossom there.
Gardening, walks, rows on the river, and flower hunts employed the
fine days, and for rainy ones, they had house diversions, some old,
some new, all more or less original. One of these was the ‘P.C.’, for
as secret societies were the fashion, it was thought proper to have
one, and as all of the girls admired Dickens, they called themselves
the Pickwick Club. With a few interruptions, they had kept this up for
a year, and met EVERy Saturday evening in the big garret, on which
occasions the ceremonies were as follows: Three chairs were arranged
in a row before a table on which was a lamp, also four white badges,
with a big ‘P.C.’ in different colors on each, and the weekly
newspaper called, The Pickwick Portfolio, to which all contributed
something, while Jo, who reveled in pens and ink, was the editor. At
seven o’clock, the four members ascended to the clubroom, tied their
badges round their heads, and took their seats with great solemnity.
Meg, as the eldest, was Samuel Pickwick, Jo, being of
a literary turn, Augustus Snodgrass,
Beth, because she was round and rosy, Tracy Tupman, and Amy, who was
always trying to do what she couldn’t, was Nathaniel Winkle. Pickwick,
the president, read the paper, which was filled with original tales,
poetry, local news, funny advertisements, and hints, in which they
good-naturedly reminded each other of their faults and short comings.
On one occasion, Mr. Pickwick put on a pair of spectacles without
any glass, rapped upon the table, hemmed, and having stared
hard at Mr. Snodgrass, who was tilting back in his chair,
till he arranged himself properly, began to read:
. “THE PICKWICK PORTFOLIO”
. MAY 20, 18 —
. POET’S CORNER
. ANNIVERSARY ODE
. Again we meet to celebrate
. With badge and solemn rite,
. Our fifty-second anniversary,
. In Pickwick Hall, tonight.
. We all are here in perfect health,
. None gone from our small band:
. Again we see each well-known face,
. And press each friendly hand.
. Our Pickwick, always at his post,
. With rEVEREnce we greet,
. As, spectacles on nose, he reads
. Our well-filled weekly sheet.
. Although he suffers from a cold,
. We joy to hear him speak,
. For words of wisdom from him fall,
. In spite of croak or squeak.
. Old six-foot Snodgrass looms on high,
. With elephantine grace,
. And beams upon the company,
. With brown and jovial face.
. Poetic fire lights up his eye,
. He struggles ’gainst his lot.
. Behold ambition on his brow,
. And on his nose, a blot.
. Next our peaceful Tupman comes,
. So rosy, plump, and sweet,
. Who chokes with laughter at the puns,
. And tumbles off his seat.
. Prim little Winkle too is here,
. With EVERy hair in place,
. A model of propriety,
. Though he hates to wash his face.
. The year is gone, we still unite
. To joke and laugh and read,
. And tread the path of literature
. That doth to glory lead.
. Long may our paper prosper well,
. Our club unbroken be,
. And coming years their blessings pour
. On the useful, gay ‘P. C.’.
. A. SNODGRASS
. THE MASKED MARRIAGE
. (A Tale Of Venice)
Gondola after gondola swept up to the marble steps, and left its
lovely load to swell the brilliant throng that filled the stately
halls of Count Adelon. Knights and ladies, elves and pages, monks and
flower girls, all mingled gaily in the dance. Sweet voices and rich
melody filled the air, and so with mirth and music the masquerade went
on. “Has your Highness seen the Lady Viola tonight?” asked a gallant
troubadour of the fairy queen who floated down the hall upon his arm.
. “Yes, is she not lovely, though so sad! Her dress is well chosen,
too, for in a week she weds Count Antonio, whom she passionately
hates.”
. “By my faith, I envy him. Yonder he comes, arrayed like a
bridegroom, except the black mask. When that is off we shall see how
he regards the fair maid whose heart he cannot win, though her stern
father bestows her hand,” returned the troubadour.
. “Tis whispered that she loves the young English artist who haunts
her steps, and is spurned by the old Count,” said the lady, as they
joined the dance.
. The revel was at its height when a priest appeared, and
withdrawing the young pair to an alcove, hung with purple velvet,
he motioned them to kneel. Instant silence fell on the gay throng,
and not a sound, but the dash of fountains or the rustle of
orange groves sleeping in the moonlight, broke the hush,
as Count de Adelon spoke thus:
. “My lords and ladies, *PARDON the ruse* by which I have
gathered you here to witness the marriage of my daughter.
Father, we wait your services.”
. All eyes turned toward the bridal party, and a murmur of
amazement went through the throng, for neither bride nor groom removed
their masks. Curiosity and wonder possessed all hearts, but respect
restrained all tongues till the holy rite was over. Then the eager
spectators gathered round the count, demanding an explanation.
. “Gladly would I give it if I could, but I only know that it was
the whim of my timid Viola, and I yielded to it. Now, my children,
let the play end. Unmask and receive my blessing.”
. But neither bent the knee, for the young bridegroom replied in a
tone that startled all listeners as the mask fell, disclosing the
noble face of Ferdinand DEVEREux, the artist lover, and leaning on the
breast where now flashed the star of an English earl was the lovely
Viola, radiant with joy and beauty.
. “My lord, you scornfully bade me claim your daughter when I could
boast as high a name and vast a fortune as the Count Antonio. I can do
more, for even your ambitious soul cannot refuse the Earl of *DEVEREux
and DE VERE* , when he gives his ancient name and boundless wealth
in return for the beloved hand of this fair lady, now my wife.”
. The count stood like one changed to stone, and turning to the
bewildered crowd, Ferdinand added, with a gay smile of triumph,
“To you, my gallant friends, I can only wish that your wooing
may prosper as mine has done, and that you may all win as fair
a bride as I have by this masked marriage.”
. S. PICKWICK
. Why is the P. C. like the Tower of Babel?
. It is full of unruly members.
. THE HISTORY OF A SQUASH
. Once upon a time a farmer planted a little seed in his garden,
and after a while it sprouted and became a vine and bore many
squashes. One day in October, when they were ripe, he picked one and
took it to market. A grocerman bought and put it in his shop. That
same morning, a little girl in a brown hat and blue dress, with a
round face and snub nose, went and bought it for her mother. She
lugged it home, cut it up, and boiled it in the big pot, mashed some
of it with salt and butter, for dinner. And to the rest she added a
pint of milk, two eggs, four spoons of sugar, nutmeg, and some
crackers, put it in a deep dish, and baked it till it was brown and
nice, and next day it was eaten by a family named March.. T. TUPMAN
. Mr. Pickwick, Sir: —
. I address you upon the subject of sin the sinner I mean is a man
named Winkle who makes trouble in his club by laughing and sometimes
won’t write his piece in this fine paper I hope you will pardon his
badness and let him send a French fable because he can’t write out
of his head as he has so many lessons to do and no brains in future
I will try to take time by the fetlock and prepare some work which
will be all commy la fo that means all right I am in haste as
it is nearly school time.
.
. Yours respectably,
. N. WINKLE
. [The above is a manly and handsome acknowledgment of
past misdemeanors. If our young friend studied punctuation,
it would be well.]
. A SAD ACCIDENT
. On Friday last, we were startled by a violent shock in our
basement, followed by cries of distress. On rushing in a body to the
cellar, we discovered our beloved President prostrate upon the floor,
having tripped and fallen while getting wood for domestic purposes. A
perfect scene of ruin met our eyes, for in his fall Mr. Pickwick had
plunged his head and shoulders into a tub of water, upset a keg of
soft soap upon his manly form, and torn his garments badly. On being
removed from this perilous situation, it was discovered that he had
suffered no injury but sEVERal bruises, and we are happy to add, is
now doing well.
. ED.
. THE PUBLIC BEREAVEMENT
. It is our painful duty to record the sudden and mysterious
disappearance of our cherished friend, Mrs. Snowball Pat Paw. This
lovely and beloved cat was the pet of a large circle of warm and
admiring friends; for her beauty attracted all eyes, her graces and
virtues endeared her to all hearts, and her loss is deeply felt by the
whole community.
. When last seen, she was sitting at the gate, watching the
butcher’s cart, and it is feared that some villain, tempted by her
charms, basely stole her. Weeks have passed, but no trace of her has
been discovered, and we relinquish all hope, tie a black ribbon to her
basket, set aside her dish, and weep for her as one lost to us
forEVER.
. A sympathizing friend sends the following gem:
. A LAMENT
. (FOR S. B. PAT PAW)
. We mourn the loss of our little pet,
. And sigh o’er her hapless fate,
. For nEVER more by the fire she’ll sit,
. Nor play by the old green gate.
. The little grave where her infant sleeps
. Is ’neath the chestnut tree.
. But o’er her grave we may not weep,
. We know not where it may be.
. Her empty bed, her idle ball,
. Will nEVER see her more;
. No gentle tap, no loving purr
. Is heard at the parlor door.
. Another cat comes after her mice,
. A cat with a dirty face,
. But she does not hunt as our darling did,
. Nor play with her airy grace.
. Her stealthy paws tread the very hall
. Where Snowball used to play,
. But she only spits at the dogs our pet
. So gallantly drove away.
. She is useful and mild, and does her best,
. But she is not fair to see,
. And we cannot give her your place dear,
. Nor worship her as we worship thee.
. A. S.
. ADVERTISEMENTS
. Miss Oranthy Bluggage, the accomplished strong-minded lecturer,
will deliver her famous lecture on “WOMAN AND HER POSITION” at
Pickwick Hall, next Saturday Evening, after the usual performances.
. A weekly meeting will be held at Kitchen Place, to teach young
ladies how to cook. Hannah Brown will preside, and all are invited to
attend.
. The Dustpan Society will meet on Wednesday next, and parade in
the upper story of the Club House. All members to appear in uniform
and shoulder their brooms at nine precisely.
. Mrs. Beth Bouncer will open her new assortment of Doll’s
Millinery next week. The latest Paris fashions have arrived, and
orders are respectfully solicited.
. A new play will appear at the Barnville Theatre, in the course of
a few weeks, which will surpass anything EVER seen on the American
stage. The Greek Slave, or
Constantine the Avenger, is the name of this thrilling drama!!!
. HINTS
. If S.P. didn’t use so much soap on his hands, he wouldn’t always
be late at breakfast. A.S. is requested not to whistle in the street.
T.T please don’t forget Amy’s napkin. N.W. must not fret because his
dress has not nine tucks.
. WEEKLY REPORT
. . Meg — Good.
. . Jo — Bad.
. . Beth — Very Good.
. . Amy — Middling.
As the President finished reading the paper (which I beg leave to
assure my readers is a bona fide copy of one written by bona fide
girls once upon a time), a round of applause followed, and then Mr.
Snodgrass rose to make a proposition.
“Mr. President and gentlemen,” he began, assuming a parliamentary
attitude and tone, “I wish to propose the admission of a new member —
one who highly deserves the honor, would be deeply grateful for it,
and would add immensely to the spirit of the club, the literary value
of the paper, and be no end jolly and nice. I propose Mr. Theodore
Laurence as an honorary member of the P. C. Come now, do have him.”
Jo’s sudden change of tone made the girls laugh, but all looked
rather anxious, and no one said a word as Snodgrass took his seat.
“We’ll put it to a vote,” said the President. “All in favor
of this motion please to manifest it by saying, ‘Aye’.”
A loud response from Snodgrass, followed,
to EVERybody's surprise, by a timid one from Beth.
“Contrary-minded say, ‘No’.”
Meg and Amy were contrary-minded, and Mr. Winkle rose to say with
great elegance, “We don’t wish any boys, they only joke and bounce
about. This is a ladies’ club, and we wish to be private and proper.”
“I’m afraid he’ll laugh at our paper, and make fun of us afterward,”
observed Pickwick, pulling the little curl on her forehead,
as she always did when doubtful.
Up rose Snodgrass, very much in earnest. “Sir, I give you my word as
a gentleman, Laurie won’t do anything of the sort. He likes to write,
and he’ll give a tone to our contributions and keep us from being
sentimental, don’t you see? We can do so little for him, and he does
so much for us, I think the least we can do is to offer him a place
here, and make him welcome if he comes.”
This artful allusion to benefits conferred brought Tupman
to his feet, looking as if he had quite made up his mind.
“Yes, we ought to do it, even if we are afraid.
I say he may come, and his grandpa, too, if he likes.”
This spirited burst from Beth electrified the club, and Jo left her
seat to shake hands approvingly. “Now then, vote again. EVERybody
remember it’s our Laurie, and say, ‘Aye!’” cried Snodgrass excitedly.
“Aye! Aye! Aye!” replied three voices at once.
“Good! Bless you! Now, as there’s nothing like ‘taking time by the
fetlock’, as Winkle characteristically observes, allow me to present
the new member.” And, to the dismay of the rest of the club, Jo threw
open the door of the closet, and displayed Laurie sitting on
a rag bag, flushed and twinkling with suppressed laughter.
“You rogue! You traitor! Jo, how could you?” cried the three girls,
as Snodgrass led her friend triumphantly forth, and producing
both a chair and a badge, installed him in a jiffy.
“The coolness of you two rascals is amazing,” began Mr. Pickwick,
trying to get up an awful frown and only succeeding in producing an
amiable smile. But the new member was equal to the occasion, and
rising, with a grateful salutation to the Chair, said in the most
engaging manner, “Mr. President and ladies — I beg pardon,
gentlemen — allow me to introduce myself as Sam Weller,
the very humble servant of the club.”
“Good! Good!” cried Jo, pounding with the handle
of the old warming pan on which she leaned.
“My faithful friend and noble patron,” continued Laurie with a wave of
the hand, “who has so flatteringly presented me, is not to be blamed
for the base stratagem of tonight. I planned it, and she only gave
in after lots of teasing.”
“Come now, don’t lay it all on yourself. You know I proposed the
cupboard,” broke in Snodgrass, who was enjoying the joke amazingly.
“NEVER mind what she says. I’m the wretch that did it, sir,” said the
new member, with a Welleresque nod to Mr. Pickwick. “But on my honor,
I nEVER will do so again, and henceforth devote myself to the
interest of this immortal club.”
“Hear! Hear!” cried Jo,
clashing the lid of the warming pan like a cymbal.
“Go on, go on!” added Winkle and Tupman,
while the President bowed benignly.
“I merely wish to say, that as a slight token of my gratitude for the
honor done me, and as a means of promoting friendly relations between
adjoining nations, I have set up a post office in the hedge in the
lower corner of the garden, a fine, spacious building with padlocks
on the doors and EVERy convenience for the mails, also the females,
if I may be allowed the expression. It’s the old martin house, but
I’ve stopped up the door and made the roof open, so it will hold all
sorts of things, and save our valuable time. Letters, manuscripts,
books, and bundles can be passed in there, and as each nation has
a key, it will be uncommonly nice, I fancy. Allow me to present
the club key, and with many thanks for your favor, take my seat.”
Great applause as Mr. Weller deposited a little key on the table and
subsided, the warming pan clashed and waved wildly, and it was some
time before order could be restored. A long discussion followed, and
EVERyone came out surprising, for EVERyone did her best. So it was an
unusually lively meeting, and did not adjourn till a late hour, when
it broke up with three shrill cheers for the new member. No one EVER
regretted the admittance of Sam Weller, for a more devoted, well-
behaved, and jovial member no club could have. He certainly did add
‘spirit’ to the meetings, and ‘a tone’ to the paper, for his orations
convulsed his hearers and his contributions were excellent, being
patriotic, classical, comical, or dramatic, but nEVER sentimental.
Jo regarded them as worthy of Bacon, Milton, or Shakespeare, and
remodeled her own works with good effect, she thought.
The P. O. was a capital little institution, and flourished
wonderfully, for nearly as many queer things passed through it as
through the real post office. Tragedies and cravats, poetry and
pickles, garden seeds and long letters, music and gingerbread,
rubbers, invitations, scoldings, and puppies. The old gentleman
liked the fun, and amused himself by sending odd bundles, mysterious
messages, and funny telegrams, and his gardener, who was smitten
with Hannah’s charms, actually sent a love letter to Jo’s care.
How they laughed when the secret came out, nEVER dreaming how many
love letters that little post office would hold in the years to come.
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Art Neuendorffer
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