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…e) DEDiCATED GRATEFULLY TO MR. AUSTIN HA'R'RXSON There was a spadger Went up a spout; There came a thunderstorm, And washed the out. The little spadger Sat on the grass, And told the thunderstorm Το its . And when the storm was done, And all the rain, The little spadger Went up again, There came a spadger hawk And spied the snuggery, And with his claws he tore That to There came a thunderbolt From the hand of God ; It hit that spadger hawk And killed the There is a moral Το this moral story— If you goes up the spout You goes to glory.
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…arned her living—two pounds a week—as violinist to the splendid tea-parties of the Hotelי1556011161? Her liking for Professor Zircon was little more than a child's, though the shaggy-headed old analyst told another story to his brother experts at the ΝΜ Office, And indeed, though her nature was incapable of great passion, what 5116 had she gave, and to the innocence of a child added a dog's fidelity and trust. Professor Zircon was a happy old man ; 116 called her his Chloride of Gold. Muriel means salt, you know, he would explain to the fellows a…
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THE EQUINOX “ That’s my little Muriel—«I call her the Spirit of Salt— ha! ha! ho!” ”A damn nice little bit of fluff—damn lucky boy! ” growled the Colonel, winking at a chorus girl (in two thousand pounds worth of furs) whose salary was thirty shillings a week. Suddenly the Professor paled. A last glance over his shoulder showed him that a bearded man had risen and was handing a flower to Muriel. And Muriel was blushing and trembling with some emotion too profound to estimate, but clear enough to the analyst. When a man has detected a thousandth o…
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…n Magazz'ne, which, with consummate impudence, he declared to contain nothing but true stories. These stories are usually about the good little girl who “converts" the horrid, swearing bargee, and the good little boy who brings his ”thoughtless" mother to Jesus. This, being a monthly, brought in another twelve pennies annually from every victim. He also published leaflets which he could sell by the hundred to the kind of idiot that likes to give such things to strangers who have never done it any harm. He had all these things translated into doz…
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MORTADELLO OR THE ANGEL OF VENICE A PLAY IN FIVE ACTS BY ALEISTER CROWLEY PRICE TEN SHILLINGS NET “A little masterpiece."~‘f}m?ת”שת WIELAND & CO. 3 GREAT JAMES STREET BEDFORD ROW, W.C. TELEPHONE 8987?טטיצ
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… with awakening day. ’Twas all such a meaningless play, Poet prend ton lure—Je disparaitre. Hail I Poet, take my hand—we’ll walk Still a little way. I’ll not desert thee at the close of day, I, too, must pray A beggar asking alms of passers-by, Does not refuse a drink to one who 's dry That once by him did lie. Poet, come closerbefore I leave for aye Take thou my hand, we’ll walk still A little way. 213
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…e one, was 't not the other’s harm? Close clasped, one single form. Was it not meant for aye? Poet, take thou my hand—we’ll still Walk a little way. MARY D'ESTE. (MARY DEMPSEy—BLIDEN-STURGEs—BEV,)
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… human flame aspiring. (Compare the doctrine of the two arrows in Liber 418.) 2. Worked hard at day at Comment on?!!!לשLegis.- lamentably little result. A good, considering excessive fatigue. 2623*. (the extra day gained on crossing the 180°.) A good—vision like the Milky Way in texture. 3. A mediocre. 4. A very energetic on my part, intently so, better perhaps than ever before. However (or perhaps because) there was little vision. Indeed, this work of A . .?־requires the Adept to
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xl THE EQUINOX Young moon chaste before the dawn, Softest young grass, Oh, have ye seen Diana pass Over the lawn? Oh, little green grasshoppers sleepily chirring, Have ye seen aught in the bright night stirring? Palest moon, and pale green grass, Have ye heard, have ye heard Diana pass? Bright moon, virgin before the dawn, Listening grass, Oh, have ye heard Diana pass Over the lawn ?
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HIS SECRET SIN stoutly and even a little sternly rebuked him with the original remark: " To the pure all things are pure.“ It was knowing when to be bold that had made Theodore the fine business man he was. And very bold it was, for conscience makes cowards of us all. The secret shame of his orgies 1 Every week—night— once even on a Sunday l—after everyone had gone to bed, he opened the little safe in the wall at the head of his bed, and drew forth the obscene picture from its envelope marked “ In case of my death or disability THIS PACKET is to…
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…any here?" leading her to a box full of modelling clay which he used in some of his experiments. And he made her dive and dirty her dear little fingers ever so, before she ran against the necklace. And when they retrieved it quite, and washed it, and he put it round her neck for her very own ! She played in her demure, modest way; not very good, but pleasing enough to people who only wanted an excuse for not having to think sufficiently to talk while they \volfed foie gm: and watercress, muffins and éclairs, cheesecakes and hot buttered toast And …
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…eyes of a snake in the jungle. “Oh, you darling I " she cried, “Oh, you old fraud 1 You said nothing about making gold l" “ Ah] that’s a little accident,” replied the Professor. " Discoveries never come singly." “And is it really for me? All my very own?" ”Who else should it be for, darling?” “ You’re a darling sweet boy." “ Run away and wash your handsl I've warmed up your own element for you, you dear little Spirit of Salt!” She ran gleefully into the laboratory. On the bench stood the basin she had used so often, with the soap and towels nea…
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…eturn with a bottle of chloroform. The Professor dined alone that night; at the very outset of the battle Muriel had fled in tears to the little room in VValham Green where she lived under the alleged guardian- ship of a most paunchy ex—dresser. No other incident disturbed the ripples of their harmless, petty liaison. Even the earlier rumours of the brother in Alaska had died down to folk-lore The Professor had never got away from his work in time to hear her play the fiddle ; anyhow, he hated music. Nor had Muriel ever stayed too late to alarm h…
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…h actress body in the village I In the Village o' Houghmagandie! DOSE, Ha! Ha! Ha! Iwasjust going to tellyou about it, Meek, It’s a dear little Russian girl, a friend of my wife's. She’s had a tremendous season in Paris—they went mad over her—so we suggested her coming up here for a rest. She wouldn't stay with uswpoor child, she has to practise eight hours a day I—so we got her the room over Awl’s, and she comes to the Surgery for meals. My wife‘s bringing her up to the Manse to call on Monday. ΜΕΕΚ. Oh! Oh! There, Elder, you see it‘s all righ…
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…Paris and study properly. Do let me." "How can you think of such a thing, Gertrude? A daughter of mine] Study properly ! ΙΙ No indeed ! Alittle sketching is a nice accomplishment for a young lady, but—" His jaw dropped. A thin, graceful pencil sketch it was that he clutched in frenzied fingers; but he could not mistake the subject. ”Wretched girl,” he shouted, " where did you get the— the—the- Damn it all, what d’ye call it P—the—ay! that’s it !—the model for this Vile, filthy, lewd, obscene, lustful thing? Damn it! you‘re as bad as Cousin Jenny!…
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…oughout {his metrical mmance."?יי -—P1«N1:/ufx' Chm/111'.? LO0K üllï! FUR TIIE FHRTHL'BMING PUBLICATIONS AHA! REPRINTED FROM EQUINOX III LITTLE POEMS IN PROSE By CHARLES BAUDELAIRE Translated by ALEISTER σκοννιεν ERGILDOUNE A Novel by ALEISTER CROWLEY WIELAND ὁCO. Telephone: 8987 City.
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…g young grass, Oh, have ye heard Diana pass Over the lawn ? Oh, dimpling river, murmuring slowly Under the starlight pale, and holy, Oh, little green grasshoppers chirring, chirring, What have ye seen in the bright night stirring? xxxrx
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…nth, where the grey Old snake of madness \vove his wild Curse I As I trod the trackless way Through sunless gorges of Cathay, I became a little child. By nameless rivers, swirling through Chasms, a fantastic blue, Month by month, on barren hills, In burning heat, in bitter chills, Tropic forest, Tartar snow, Smaragdine archipelago, See me—led by some wise hand That I did not understand. Mom and noon and eve and night I, the forlorn eremit‘e, Called on Him with mild devotion, As the dewdrop woos the ocean. In my wanderings I came To an ancient p…
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…died 1 A Vestal, tending Minerva’s flame; It was not her time to read ; beside, Her life had hardly a hope or aim, Nor duties enough, nor little cares; She was never quiet; her mind was astir, Το Henrik Ibsen she said her prayers, And she worshipped Edward Carpenter‘ III Is it too late then, Evelyn Hope? We know that your soul was pure and true From Alan Leo’s Test Horoscope, And Cheiro’s words confirmed it too— And just because I was thrice as old, And because you thought me cynical, I'd No place in the Higher Life, I was told ; I was Agnostic, …
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…ill very ill with throat. '. better. Throat better. '. mediocre. `. I went to sleep, I fancy. '. a shade better. poor again. There seems little intention; perhaps owing to my bad health and the general uncertainty of things. A sleepy but a shade better. Saw Fra. D. D. S. A much better. A fair. Went to sleep trying to do A A . '.————? Still very bad—my head aches all over, and my throat. Still very bad. (There is no further entry till July 4. Fra, P. was evidently utterly broken down. Yet the A .'., though not recorded, was not interrupted.) 29 …