The Trial of William Penn and William MeadChuck Thompson
More on the story of William Penn. America has been the battleground of the entire world for freedom. To this day it still remains the world's battleground for freedom. In these pages you will begin to understand how that is. Visit us for more incredible history at GVLN, Gloucester, Virginia Links and News.
The story of the "White Terror," and how "big business" pulled off the stunt of landing the "reds" in jail. It is the inside story of a "secret agent," and deals with half a dozen celebrated cases concerning which you have been fooled. Shared Jose Ricaurte Jaen
Scripture proverbs, illustrated, annotated, and appliedGLENN PEASE
NOTE: This rare book by a very popular Bible scholar of the past is now a collectors item that you can purchase for 49 dollars. This free copy has a number of spelling errors but it still conveys the full value of why it is so popular.
Howard Pyle's Book of Pirates. http://www.gloucestercounty-va.com To all my pirate friends. A good collection on it's way very soon. Hope you all enjoy. Visit us.
A "limited" space/time world experience can only be perceived in a "dream state". A space/time world arises only when the "perceiving soul" is not conscious of "all its senses". Among the senses you have not yet used, also "your intuition", with which you will perceive everything "transcendental". Every "perception of space and time" can only be a dream or a vision - since the reality underlying my perception is "space/timeless".
You live in a "multilateral universe" and you are only connected to your fellow human beings in this "moment" by me, in your still unconscious "holy SPIRIT". Each soul "experiences" (= awake) a completely personal, purely "subjective existence". All human spirits live "in me", the infinite "holy SPIRIT". I have made available to each human soul its own universe. All these separate worlds form my divine "universus universitas" (lat. the "unified whole"). You are therefore only connected with your fellow human beings in your own spirit and not in a world that is believed independently of you. All realities conceivable by you or other spirits enjoy the same status and have to be "lived out".
As long as you keep seed in the earth, i.e. in materialism, my real heaven will always remain a secret to you. My son of man now carries out his great harvest. "Harvest", קְצִיר 100-90-10-200 "kazir" means "the human birth of divine rationality", and it has the value of 400! Harvest also symbolizes: to carry phenomena home (into the own interior). What you think of in your deepest interior (as PH- and F-thoughts) represents the "matrix" for your "dream-world" appearing to you. The WORD "kazir", harvest, has its radix in 100-90, "kez", and that means "end". The 190 describes your "human birth"! The question is only what! Is this a rebirth into the world of the "3 times 19" (57 = "the existence of multiplicity"), the "world of a materialist," whose matrix is constructed according to the three times 1+19 phenomena (matter, life; spirit), or do you birth yourself (symbolizes the 19) into the real world, which is between your two spiritual mirrors (= 9><9). This will be decided in the symbolic year 1999 (= Solar Eclipse & Grand Cross, the last "normal day" in your world)! The radix 10-90-200 has the meaning "short" in Hebrew, to shorten, one should better say, "to cut back". If the longing for unity grows in you, then you get the "hunger" (= "the sight [better: notion] of the +/- unity of an awake one") for harmony. As long as man denies and represses the unity of God, he suffers from this hunger. This underlies the biblical famine. It took its beginning in the "one-sided" taking of the tree of knowledge (only what is defined by one's own logic as "good" is eaten) and it finds its full force in the human "refinements" of an Enosh.
― HOLO-FEELING (The Book with the Seven Seals written by the Lamb of God in 1996 to seal the elect for judgement day at the solar eclipse of August 11, 1999 & the grand cross of August 18, 1999)
The Trial of William Penn and William MeadChuck Thompson
More on the story of William Penn. America has been the battleground of the entire world for freedom. To this day it still remains the world's battleground for freedom. In these pages you will begin to understand how that is. Visit us for more incredible history at GVLN, Gloucester, Virginia Links and News.
The story of the "White Terror," and how "big business" pulled off the stunt of landing the "reds" in jail. It is the inside story of a "secret agent," and deals with half a dozen celebrated cases concerning which you have been fooled. Shared Jose Ricaurte Jaen
Scripture proverbs, illustrated, annotated, and appliedGLENN PEASE
NOTE: This rare book by a very popular Bible scholar of the past is now a collectors item that you can purchase for 49 dollars. This free copy has a number of spelling errors but it still conveys the full value of why it is so popular.
Howard Pyle's Book of Pirates. http://www.gloucestercounty-va.com To all my pirate friends. A good collection on it's way very soon. Hope you all enjoy. Visit us.
A "limited" space/time world experience can only be perceived in a "dream state". A space/time world arises only when the "perceiving soul" is not conscious of "all its senses". Among the senses you have not yet used, also "your intuition", with which you will perceive everything "transcendental". Every "perception of space and time" can only be a dream or a vision - since the reality underlying my perception is "space/timeless".
You live in a "multilateral universe" and you are only connected to your fellow human beings in this "moment" by me, in your still unconscious "holy SPIRIT". Each soul "experiences" (= awake) a completely personal, purely "subjective existence". All human spirits live "in me", the infinite "holy SPIRIT". I have made available to each human soul its own universe. All these separate worlds form my divine "universus universitas" (lat. the "unified whole"). You are therefore only connected with your fellow human beings in your own spirit and not in a world that is believed independently of you. All realities conceivable by you or other spirits enjoy the same status and have to be "lived out".
As long as you keep seed in the earth, i.e. in materialism, my real heaven will always remain a secret to you. My son of man now carries out his great harvest. "Harvest", קְצִיר 100-90-10-200 "kazir" means "the human birth of divine rationality", and it has the value of 400! Harvest also symbolizes: to carry phenomena home (into the own interior). What you think of in your deepest interior (as PH- and F-thoughts) represents the "matrix" for your "dream-world" appearing to you. The WORD "kazir", harvest, has its radix in 100-90, "kez", and that means "end". The 190 describes your "human birth"! The question is only what! Is this a rebirth into the world of the "3 times 19" (57 = "the existence of multiplicity"), the "world of a materialist," whose matrix is constructed according to the three times 1+19 phenomena (matter, life; spirit), or do you birth yourself (symbolizes the 19) into the real world, which is between your two spiritual mirrors (= 9><9). This will be decided in the symbolic year 1999 (= Solar Eclipse & Grand Cross, the last "normal day" in your world)! The radix 10-90-200 has the meaning "short" in Hebrew, to shorten, one should better say, "to cut back". If the longing for unity grows in you, then you get the "hunger" (= "the sight [better: notion] of the +/- unity of an awake one") for harmony. As long as man denies and represses the unity of God, he suffers from this hunger. This underlies the biblical famine. It took its beginning in the "one-sided" taking of the tree of knowledge (only what is defined by one's own logic as "good" is eaten) and it finds its full force in the human "refinements" of an Enosh.
― HOLO-FEELING (The Book with the Seven Seals written by the Lamb of God in 1996 to seal the elect for judgement day at the solar eclipse of August 11, 1999 & the grand cross of August 18, 1999)
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Buck, a huge, four-year-old half-Saint Bernard and half-Scottish shepherd dog, is living a life of civilized ease in California's Santa Clara Valley in the home of Judge Miller. It seems to be the best of all possible worlds, for Buck is the most prized animal that the Judge owns. Around this time, however, gold is discovered in the great North, and large dogs suddenly become tremendously valuable because these types of dogs are needed to haul the heavy sleds through the deep snow fields.
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1. Science and the Library in the 21st
Century
Liber Conference, June 24th
2015
Sir Mark Walport
Chief Scientific Adviser to HM Government
2. Science and the Library in the 21st
Century
Libraries tap and collect the world’s
knowledge
• The Library of Alexandria, the
most famous centre of
learning in the Ancient world.
• The earliest form of copyright
library: all books and scrolls
found on ships entering the
port were confiscated.
• Owners received a copy back,
originals were kept for the
collection.
7. Science and the Library in the 21st
Century
Inputs OutputsResearch
Open access
Administrative
data (held by
public authorities
e.g. prescription
data)
Public Sector
Research data
(e.g. Met
Office weather
data)
Research
Data (e.g.
CERN,
generated in
universities)
Research
publications
(i.e. papers in
journals)
Open data
Open science
Collecting the
data
Doing science
openly
All stages of research may be made
accessible
8. Science and the Library in the 21st
Century
Open Access:
dissemination for online science
• The more people can see it,
the more impact research
can have.
• Publication costs are moved
upstream and greatly
reduced, while protecting IP.
• Electronic publication allows
inclusion of data, metadata,
community annotation and
feedback.
12. Science and the Library in the 21st
Century
But incompetence is a more ubiquitous problem
• It is easy to find false
correlations in big data.
• Media reporting can add
extra distortion to the
evidence and conclusions.
• It is important to incentivise
quality, rigour and
repeatability as much as
volume and new
discoveries.
13. Science and the Library in the 21st
Century
Scientists should take care not to
over-hype their own research
14. Science and the Library in the 21st
Century
Libraries and publishing can help
build trust in science
• We should move away
from the idea of a single
research paper, which
may be superseded but
not altered.
• Better to publish multiple
versions, updating the
paper to take account of
new data corroborating
or undermining its
findings.
Beta Paper
Among his first occupations the pursuit of that orphan wanted
by Mrs Boffin held a conspicuous place. From the earliest
moment of his engagement he showed a particular desire to
please her, and, knowing her to have this object at heart, he
followed it up with unwearying alacrity and interest.
Mr and Mrs Milvey had found their search a difficult one.
Either an eligible orphan was of the wrong sex (which almost
always happened) or was too old, or too young, or too sickly,
or too dirty, or too much accustomed to the streets, or too
likely to run away; or, it was found impossible to complete the
philanthropic transaction without buying the orphan. For, the
instant it became known that anybody wanted the orphan, up
started some affectionate relative of the orphan who put a
price upon the orphan's head. The suddenness of an
orphan's rise in the market was not to be paralleled by the
maddest records of the Stock Exchange. He would be at five
thousand per cent discount out at nurse making a mud pie at
nine in the morning, and (being inquired for) would go up to
five thousand per cent premium before noon. The market was
'rigged' in various artful ways. Counterfeit stock got into
circulation. Parents boldly represented themselves as dead,
and brought their orphans with them. Genuine orphan-stock
was surreptitiously withdrawn from the market. It being
announced, by emissaries posted for the purpose, that Mr
and Mrs Milvey were coming down the court, orphan scrip
would be instantly concealed, and production refused, save
on a condition usually stated by the brokers as 'a gallon of
beer'. Likewise, fluctuations of a wild and South-Sea nature
were occasioned, by orphan-holders keeping back, and then
rushing into the market a dozen together. But, the uniform
principle at the root of all these various operations was
bargain and sale; and that principle could not be recognized
by Mr and Mrs Milvey.
At length, tidings were received by the Reverend Frank of a
charming orphan to be found at Brentford. One of the
deceased parents (late his parishioners) had a poor widowed
grandmother in that agreeable town, and she, Mrs Betty
Higden, had carried off the orphan with maternal care, but
could not afford to keep him.
The Secretary proposed to Mrs Boffin, either to go down
himself and take a preliminary survey of this orphan, or to
drive her down, that she might at once form her own opinion.
Mrs Boffin preferring the latter course, they set off one
morning in a hired phaeton, conveying the hammer-headed
young man behind them.
The abode of Mrs Betty Higden was not easy to find, lying in
such complicated back settlements of muddy Brentford that
they left their equipage at the sign of the Three Magpies, and
went in search of it on foot. After many inquiries and defeats,
there was pointed out to them in a lane, a very small cottage
residence, with a board across the open doorway, hooked on
to which board by the armpits was a young gentleman of
tender years, angling for mud with a headless wooden horse
and line. In this young sportsman, distinguished by a crisply
curling auburn head and a bluff countenance, the Secretary
descried the orphan.
It unfortunately happened as they quickened their pace, that
the orphan, lost to considerations of personal safety in the
ardour of the moment, overbalanced himself and toppled into
the street. Being an orphan of a chubby conformation, he
then took to rolling, and had rolled into the gutter before they
could come up. From the gutter he was rescued by John
Rokesmith, and thus the first meeting with Mrs Higden was
inaugurated by the awkward circumstance of their being in
possession—one would say at first sight unlawful possession
—of the orphan, upside down and purple in the
countenance. The board across the doorway too, acting as a
trap equally for the feet of Mrs Higden coming out, and the
feet of Mrs Boffin and John Rokesmith going in, greatly
increased the difficulty of the situation: to which the cries of
the orphan imparted a lugubrious and inhuman character.
At first, it was impossible to explain, on account of the
orphan's 'holding his breath': a most terrific proceeding,
super-inducing in the orphan lead-colour rigidity and a
deadly silence, compared with which his cries were music
yielding the height of enjoyment. But as he gradually
recovered, Mrs Boffin gradually introduced herself; and
smiling peace was gradually wooed back to Mrs Betty
Higden's home.
It was then perceived to be a small home with a large mangle
in it, at the handle of which machine stood a very long boy,
with a very little head, and an open mouth of disproportionate
capacity that seemed to assist his eyes in staring at the
visitors. In a corner below the mangle, on a couple of stools,
sat two very little children: a boy and a girl; and when the
very long boy, in an interval of staring, took a turn at the
mangle, it was alarming to see how it lunged itself at those
two innocents, like a catapult designed for their destruction,
harmlessly retiring when within an inch of their heads. The
room was clean and neat. It had a brick floor, and a window
of diamond panes, and a flounce hanging below the
chimney-piece, and strings nailed from bottom to top outside
the window on which scarlet-beans were to grow in the
coming season if the Fates were propitious. However
propitious they might have been in the seasons that were
gone, to Betty Higden in the matter of beans, they had not
been very favourable in the matter of coins; for it was easy to
see that she was poor.
She was one of those old women, was Mrs Betty Higden,
who by dint of an indomitable purpose and a strong
constitution fight out many years, though each year has
come with its new knock-down blows fresh to the fight against
her, wearied by it; an active old woman, with a bright dark
eye and a resolute face, yet quite a tender creature too; not
a logically-reasoning woman, but God is good, and hearts
may count in Heaven as high as heads.
'Yes sure!' said she, when the business was opened, 'Mrs
Milvey had the kindness to write to me, ma'am, and I got
Sloppy to read it. It was a pretty letter. But she's an affable
lady.'
The visitors glanced at the long boy, who seemed to indicate
by a broader stare of his mouth and eyes that in him Sloppy
stood confessed.
'For I aint, you must know,' said Betty, 'much of a hand at
reading writing-hand, though I can read my Bible and most
print. And I do love a newspaper. You mightn't think it, but
Sloppy is a beautiful reader of a newspaper. He do the
Police in different voices.'
The visitors again considered it a point of politeness to look
at Sloppy, who, looking at them, suddenly threw back his
head, extended his mouth to its utmost width, and laughed
loud and long. At this the two innocents, with their brains in
that apparent danger, laughed, and Mrs Higden laughed, and
the orphan laughed, and then the visitors laughed. Which
was more cheerful than intelligible.
Paper 1.0
Among his first occupations the pursuit of that orphan wanted
by Mrs Boffin held a conspicuous place. From the earliest
moment of his engagement he showed a particular desire to
please her, and, knowing her to have this object at heart, he
followed it up with unwearying alacrity and interest.
Mr and Mrs Milvey had found their search a difficult one.
Either an eligible orphan was of the wrong sex (which almost
always happened) or was too old, or too young, or too sickly,
or too dirty, or too much accustomed to the streets, or too
likely to run away; or, it was found impossible to complete the
philanthropic transaction without buying the orphan. For, the
instant it became known that anybody wanted the orphan, up
started some affectionate relative of the orphan who put a
price upon the orphan's head. The suddenness of an
orphan's rise in the market was not to be paralleled by the
maddest records of the Stock Exchange. He would be at five
thousand per cent discount out at nurse making a mud pie at
nine in the morning, and (being inquired for) would go up to
five thousand per cent premium before noon. The market was
'rigged' in various artful ways. Counterfeit stock got into
circulation. Parents boldly represented themselves as dead,
and brought their orphans with them. Genuine orphan-stock
was surreptitiously withdrawn from the market. It being
announced, by emissaries posted for the purpose, that Mr
and Mrs Milvey were coming down the court, orphan scrip
would be instantly concealed, and production refused, save
on a condition usually stated by the brokers as 'a gallon of
beer'. Likewise, fluctuations of a wild and South-Sea nature
were occasioned, by orphan-holders keeping back, and then
rushing into the market a dozen together. But, the uniform
principle at the root of all these various operations was
bargain and sale; and that principle could not be recognized
by Mr and Mrs Milvey.
At length, tidings were received by the Reverend Frank of a
charming orphan to be found at Brentford. One of the
deceased parents (late his parishioners) had a poor widowed
grandmother in that agreeable town, and she, Mrs Betty
Higden, had carried off the orphan with maternal care, but
could not afford to keep him.
The Secretary proposed to Mrs Boffin, either to go down
himself and take a preliminary survey of this orphan, or to
drive her down, that she might at once form her own opinion.
Mrs Boffin preferring the latter course, they set off one
morning in a hired phaeton, conveying the hammer-headed
young man behind them.
The abode of Mrs Betty Higden was not easy to find, lying in
such complicated back settlements of muddy Brentford that
they left their equipage at the sign of the Three Magpies, and
went in search of it on foot. After many inquiries and defeats,
there was pointed out to them in a lane, a very small cottage
residence, with a board across the open doorway, hooked on
to which board by the armpits was a young gentleman of
tender years, angling for mud with a headless wooden horse
and line. In this young sportsman, distinguished by a crisply
curling auburn head and a bluff countenance, the Secretary
descried the orphan.
It unfortunately happened as they quickened their pace, that
the orphan, lost to considerations of personal safety in the
ardour of the moment, overbalanced himself and toppled into
the street. Being an orphan of a chubby conformation, he
then took to rolling, and had rolled into the gutter before they
could come up. From the gutter he was rescued by John
Rokesmith, and thus the first meeting with Mrs Higden was
inaugurated by the awkward circumstance of their being in
possession—one would say at first sight unlawful possession
—of the orphan, upside down and purple in the
countenance. The board across the doorway too, acting as a
trap equally for the feet of Mrs Higden coming out, and the
feet of Mrs Boffin and John Rokesmith going in, greatly
increased the difficulty of the situation: to which the cries of
the orphan imparted a lugubrious and inhuman character.
At first, it was impossible to explain, on account of the
orphan's 'holding his breath': a most terrific proceeding,
super-inducing in the orphan lead-colour rigidity and a
deadly silence, compared with which his cries were music
yielding the height of enjoyment. But as he gradually
recovered, Mrs Boffin gradually introduced herself; and
smiling peace was gradually wooed back to Mrs Betty
Higden's home.
It was then perceived to be a small home with a large mangle
in it, at the handle of which machine stood a very long boy,
with a very little head, and an open mouth of disproportionate
capacity that seemed to assist his eyes in staring at the
visitors. In a corner below the mangle, on a couple of stools,
sat two very little children: a boy and a girl; and when the
very long boy, in an interval of staring, took a turn at the
mangle, it was alarming to see how it lunged itself at those
two innocents, like a catapult designed for their destruction,
harmlessly retiring when within an inch of their heads. The
room was clean and neat. It had a brick floor, and a window
of diamond panes, and a flounce hanging below the
chimney-piece, and strings nailed from bottom to top outside
the window on which scarlet-beans were to grow in the
coming season if the Fates were propitious. However
propitious they might have been in the seasons that were
gone, to Betty Higden in the matter of beans, they had not
been very favourable in the matter of coins; for it was easy to
see that she was poor.
She was one of those old women, was Mrs Betty Higden,
who by dint of an indomitable purpose and a strong
constitution fight out many years, though each year has
come with its new knock-down blows fresh to the fight against
her, wearied by it; an active old woman, with a bright dark
eye and a resolute face, yet quite a tender creature too; not
a logically-reasoning woman, but God is good, and hearts
may count in Heaven as high as heads.
'Yes sure!' said she, when the business was opened, 'Mrs
Milvey had the kindness to write to me, ma'am, and I got
Sloppy to read it. It was a pretty letter. But she's an affable
lady.'
The visitors glanced at the long boy, who seemed to indicate
by a broader stare of his mouth and eyes that in him Sloppy
stood confessed.
'For I aint, you must know,' said Betty, 'much of a hand at
reading writing-hand, though I can read my Bible and most
print. And I do love a newspaper. You mightn't think it, but
Sloppy is a beautiful reader of a newspaper. He do the
Police in different voices.'
The visitors again considered it a point of politeness to look
at Sloppy, who, looking at them, suddenly threw back his
head, extended his mouth to its utmost width, and laughed
loud and long. At this the two innocents, with their brains in
that apparent danger, laughed, and Mrs Higden laughed, and
the orphan laughed, and then the visitors laughed. Which
was more cheerful than intelligible.
Paper 2.0
Among his first occupations the pursuit of that orphan wanted
by Mrs Boffin held a conspicuous place. From the earliest
moment of his engagement he showed a particular desire to
please her, and, knowing her to have this object at heart, he
followed it up with unwearying alacrity and interest.
Mr and Mrs Milvey had found their search a difficult one.
Either an eligible orphan was of the wrong sex (which almost
always happened) or was too old, or too young, or too sickly,
or too dirty, or too much accustomed to the streets, or too
likely to run away; or, it was found impossible to complete the
philanthropic transaction without buying the orphan. For, the
instant it became known that anybody wanted the orphan, up
started some affectionate relative of the orphan who put a
price upon the orphan's head. The suddenness of an
orphan's rise in the market was not to be paralleled by the
maddest records of the Stock Exchange. He would be at five
thousand per cent discount out at nurse making a mud pie at
nine in the morning, and (being inquired for) would go up to
five thousand per cent premium before noon. The market was
'rigged' in various artful ways. Counterfeit stock got into
circulation. Parents boldly represented themselves as dead,
and brought their orphans with them. Genuine orphan-stock
was surreptitiously withdrawn from the market. It being
announced, by emissaries posted for the purpose, that Mr
and Mrs Milvey were coming down the court, orphan scrip
would be instantly concealed, and production refused, save
on a condition usually stated by the brokers as 'a gallon of
beer'. Likewise, fluctuations of a wild and South-Sea nature
were occasioned, by orphan-holders keeping back, and then
rushing into the market a dozen together. But, the uniform
principle at the root of all these various operations was
bargain and sale; and that principle could not be recognized
by Mr and Mrs Milvey.
At length, tidings were received by the Reverend Frank of a
charming orphan to be found at Brentford. One of the
deceased parents (late his parishioners) had a poor widowed
grandmother in that agreeable town, and she, Mrs Betty
Higden, had carried off the orphan with maternal care, but
could not afford to keep him.
The Secretary proposed to Mrs Boffin, either to go down
himself and take a preliminary survey of this orphan, or to
drive her down, that she might at once form her own opinion.
Mrs Boffin preferring the latter course, they set off one
morning in a hired phaeton, conveying the hammer-headed
young man behind them.
The abode of Mrs Betty Higden was not easy to find, lying in
such complicated back settlements of muddy Brentford that
they left their equipage at the sign of the Three Magpies, and
went in search of it on foot. After many inquiries and defeats,
there was pointed out to them in a lane, a very small cottage
residence, with a board across the open doorway, hooked on
to which board by the armpits was a young gentleman of
tender years, angling for mud with a headless wooden horse
and line. In this young sportsman, distinguished by a crisply
curling auburn head and a bluff countenance, the Secretary
descried the orphan.
It unfortunately happened as they quickened their pace, that
the orphan, lost to considerations of personal safety in the
ardour of the moment, overbalanced himself and toppled into
the street. Being an orphan of a chubby conformation, he
then took to rolling, and had rolled into the gutter before they
could come up. From the gutter he was rescued by John
Rokesmith, and thus the first meeting with Mrs Higden was
inaugurated by the awkward circumstance of their being in
possession—one would say at first sight unlawful possession
—of the orphan, upside down and purple in the
countenance. The board across the doorway too, acting as a
trap equally for the feet of Mrs Higden coming out, and the
feet of Mrs Boffin and John Rokesmith going in, greatly
increased the difficulty of the situation: to which the cries of
the orphan imparted a lugubrious and inhuman character.
At first, it was impossible to explain, on account of the
orphan's 'holding his breath': a most terrific proceeding,
super-inducing in the orphan lead-colour rigidity and a
deadly silence, compared with which his cries were music
yielding the height of enjoyment. But as he gradually
recovered, Mrs Boffin gradually introduced herself; and
smiling peace was gradually wooed back to Mrs Betty
Higden's home.
It was then perceived to be a small home with a large mangle
in it, at the handle of which machine stood a very long boy,
with a very little head, and an open mouth of disproportionate
capacity that seemed to assist his eyes in staring at the
visitors. In a corner below the mangle, on a couple of stools,
sat two very little children: a boy and a girl; and when the
very long boy, in an interval of staring, took a turn at the
mangle, it was alarming to see how it lunged itself at those
two innocents, like a catapult designed for their destruction,
harmlessly retiring when within an inch of their heads. The
room was clean and neat. It had a brick floor, and a window
of diamond panes, and a flounce hanging below the
chimney-piece, and strings nailed from bottom to top outside
the window on which scarlet-beans were to grow in the
coming season if the Fates were propitious. However
propitious they might have been in the seasons that were
gone, to Betty Higden in the matter of beans, they had not
been very favourable in the matter of coins; for it was easy to
see that she was poor.
She was one of those old women, was Mrs Betty Higden,
who by dint of an indomitable purpose and a strong
constitution fight out many years, though each year has
come with its new knock-down blows fresh to the fight against
her, wearied by it; an active old woman, with a bright dark
eye and a resolute face, yet quite a tender creature too; not
a logically-reasoning woman, but God is good, and hearts
may count in Heaven as high as heads.
'Yes sure!' said she, when the business was opened, 'Mrs
Milvey had the kindness to write to me, ma'am, and I got
Sloppy to read it. It was a pretty letter. But she's an affable
lady.'
The visitors glanced at the long boy, who seemed to indicate
by a broader stare of his mouth and eyes that in him Sloppy
stood confessed.
'For I aint, you must know,' said Betty, 'much of a hand at
reading writing-hand, though I can read my Bible and most
print. And I do love a newspaper. You mightn't think it, but
Sloppy is a beautiful reader of a newspaper. He do the
Police in different voices.'
The visitors again considered it a point of politeness to look
at Sloppy, who, looking at them, suddenly threw back his
head, extended his mouth to its utmost width, and laughed
loud and long. At this the two innocents, with their brains in
that apparent danger, laughed, and Mrs Higden laughed, and
the orphan laughed, and then the visitors laughed. Which
was more cheerful than intelligible.
Paper 3.0
Among his first occupations the pursuit of that orphan wanted
by Mrs Boffin held a conspicuous place. From the earliest
moment of his engagement he showed a particular desire to
please her, and, knowing her to have this object at heart, he
followed it up with unwearying alacrity and interest.
Mr and Mrs Milvey had found their search a difficult one.
Either an eligible orphan was of the wrong sex (which almost
always happened) or was too old, or too young, or too sickly,
or too dirty, or too much accustomed to the streets, or too
likely to run away; or, it was found impossible to complete the
philanthropic transaction without buying the orphan. For, the
instant it became known that anybody wanted the orphan, up
started some affectionate relative of the orphan who put a
price upon the orphan's head. The suddenness of an
orphan's rise in the market was not to be paralleled by the
maddest records of the Stock Exchange. He would be at five
thousand per cent discount out at nurse making a mud pie at
nine in the morning, and (being inquired for) would go up to
five thousand per cent premium before noon. The market was
'rigged' in various artful ways. Counterfeit stock got into
circulation. Parents boldly represented themselves as dead,
and brought their orphans with them. Genuine orphan-stock
was surreptitiously withdrawn from the market. It being
announced, by emissaries posted for the purpose, that Mr
and Mrs Milvey were coming down the court, orphan scrip
would be instantly concealed, and production refused, save
on a condition usually stated by the brokers as 'a gallon of
beer'. Likewise, fluctuations of a wild and South-Sea nature
were occasioned, by orphan-holders keeping back, and then
rushing into the market a dozen together. But, the uniform
principle at the root of all these various operations was
bargain and sale; and that principle could not be recognized
by Mr and Mrs Milvey.
At length, tidings were received by the Reverend Frank of a
charming orphan to be found at Brentford. One of the
deceased parents (late his parishioners) had a poor widowed
grandmother in that agreeable town, and she, Mrs Betty
Higden, had carried off the orphan with maternal care, but
could not afford to keep him.
The Secretary proposed to Mrs Boffin, either to go down
himself and take a preliminary survey of this orphan, or to
drive her down, that she might at once form her own opinion.
Mrs Boffin preferring the latter course, they set off one
morning in a hired phaeton, conveying the hammer-headed
young man behind them.
The abode of Mrs Betty Higden was not easy to find, lying in
such complicated back settlements of muddy Brentford that
they left their equipage at the sign of the Three Magpies, and
went in search of it on foot. After many inquiries and defeats,
there was pointed out to them in a lane, a very small cottage
residence, with a board across the open doorway, hooked on
to which board by the armpits was a young gentleman of
tender years, angling for mud with a headless wooden horse
and line. In this young sportsman, distinguished by a crisply
curling auburn head and a bluff countenance, the Secretary
descried the orphan.
It unfortunately happened as they quickened their pace, that
the orphan, lost to considerations of personal safety in the
ardour of the moment, overbalanced himself and toppled into
the street. Being an orphan of a chubby conformation, he
then took to rolling, and had rolled into the gutter before they
could come up. From the gutter he was rescued by John
Rokesmith, and thus the first meeting with Mrs Higden was
inaugurated by the awkward circumstance of their being in
possession—one would say at first sight unlawful possession
—of the orphan, upside down and purple in the
countenance. The board across the doorway too, acting as a
trap equally for the feet of Mrs Higden coming out, and the
feet of Mrs Boffin and John Rokesmith going in, greatly
increased the difficulty of the situation: to which the cries of
the orphan imparted a lugubrious and inhuman character.
At first, it was impossible to explain, on account of the
orphan's 'holding his breath': a most terrific proceeding,
super-inducing in the orphan lead-colour rigidity and a
deadly silence, compared with which his cries were music
yielding the height of enjoyment. But as he gradually
recovered, Mrs Boffin gradually introduced herself; and
smiling peace was gradually wooed back to Mrs Betty
Higden's home.
It was then perceived to be a small home with a large mangle
in it, at the handle of which machine stood a very long boy,
with a very little head, and an open mouth of disproportionate
capacity that seemed to assist his eyes in staring at the
visitors. In a corner below the mangle, on a couple of stools,
sat two very little children: a boy and a girl; and when the
very long boy, in an interval of staring, took a turn at the
mangle, it was alarming to see how it lunged itself at those
two innocents, like a catapult designed for their destruction,
harmlessly retiring when within an inch of their heads. The
room was clean and neat. It had a brick floor, and a window
of diamond panes, and a flounce hanging below the
chimney-piece, and strings nailed from bottom to top outside
the window on which scarlet-beans were to grow in the
coming season if the Fates were propitious. However
propitious they might have been in the seasons that were
gone, to Betty Higden in the matter of beans, they had not
been very favourable in the matter of coins; for it was easy to
see that she was poor.
She was one of those old women, was Mrs Betty Higden,
who by dint of an indomitable purpose and a strong
constitution fight out many years, though each year has
come with its new knock-down blows fresh to the fight against
her, wearied by it; an active old woman, with a bright dark
eye and a resolute face, yet quite a tender creature too; not
a logically-reasoning woman, but God is good, and hearts
may count in Heaven as high as heads.
'Yes sure!' said she, when the business was opened, 'Mrs
Milvey had the kindness to write to me, ma'am, and I got
Sloppy to read it. It was a pretty letter. But she's an affable
lady.'
The visitors glanced at the long boy, who seemed to indicate
by a broader stare of his mouth and eyes that in him Sloppy
stood confessed.
'For I aint, you must know,' said Betty, 'much of a hand at
reading writing-hand, though I can read my Bible and most
print. And I do love a newspaper. You mightn't think it, but
Sloppy is a beautiful reader of a newspaper. He do the
Police in different voices.'
The visitors again considered it a point of politeness to look
at Sloppy, who, looking at them, suddenly threw back his
head, extended his mouth to its utmost width, and laughed
loud and long. At this the two innocents, with their brains in
that apparent danger, laughed, and Mrs Higden laughed, and
the orphan laughed, and then the visitors laughed. Which
was more cheerful than intelligible.
16. Science and the Library in the 21st
Century
The skills of a communicator
All through the
science course the
greatest care should
be taken to insist on
the accurate use of
the English language
Committee to enquire into the position
of natural science in the educational
system of Great Britain, 1918
Chaired by J. J. Thomson (pictured)
17. Science and the Library in the 21st
Century
The skills of a graphic designer
Source: Circos: an Information Aesthetic for Comparative Genomics
Complex data:
Genomics
Abstract numbers:
Metric ton carbon
Carbon Visuals/CC BY 2.0
19. Science and the Library in the 21st
Century
• Science is an invaluable
part of many policy
debates.
• But scientists are not “top
trumps” on the final
decision – elected
representatives are.
• Decisions must take
account of other issues,
such as societal values.
Scientific advice is just one aspect of
policy making
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