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# Landon in The Literary Gazette 1822/Convict

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Literary Gazette, 21st December, 1822, Page 808
ORIGINAL POETRY.
FRAGMENTS IN RHYME.
IX. - The Female Convict.
(Suggested by the interesting description in the Memoirs of John Nicol, mariner, quoted in the Review of the Literary Gazette.)
She shrank from all, and her silent mood Made her wish only for solitude: Her eye sought the ground, as it could not brook, For innermost shame, on another's to look; And the cheerings of comfort fell on her ear Like deadliest words, that were curses to hear!— She still was young, and she had been fair; But weather-stains, hunger, toil and care, That frost and fever that wear the heart, Had made the colours of youth depart From the sallow cheek, save over it came The burning flush of the spirit's shame.
They were sailing over the salt sea foam, Far from her country, far from her home; And all she had left for her friends to keep Was a name to hide, and a memory to weep! And her future held forth but the felon's lot, To live forsaken—to die forgot! She could not weep, and she could not pray, But she wasted and withered from day to day, Till you might have counted each sunken vein When her wrist was prest by the iron chain; And sometimes I thought her large dark eye Had the glisten of red insanity.
She called me once to her sleeping place; A strange wild look was upon her face, Her eye flashed over her cheek so white, Like a gravestone seen in the pale moonlight, And she spoke in a low unearthly tone— The sound from mine ear hath never gone! "I had last night the loveliest dream: "My own land shone in the summer beam, "I saw the fields of the golden grain, "I heard the reaper's harvest strain; "There stood on the hills the green pine tree, "And the thrush and the lark sang merrily. "A long and a weary way I had come; "But I stopped, methought, by mine own sweet home. "I stood by the hearth, and my Father sat there, "With pale thin face, and snow-white hair! "The Bible lay open upon his knee, "But he closed the book to welcome me. "He led me next where my Mother lay, "And together we knelt by her grave to pray, "And heard a hymn it was heaven to hear, "For it echoed one to my young days dear. "This dream has waked feelings long, long since fled, "And hopes which I deemed in my heart were dead! "—We have not spoken, but still I have hung "On the northern accents that dwell on thy tongue; "To me they are music, to me they recall "The things long hidden by memory's pall! "Take this long curl of yellow hair, "And give it my Father, and tell him my prayer, "My dying prayer, was for him. - - - "
 Next day Upon the deck a coffin lay; They raised it up, and like a dirge The heavy gale swept o'er the surge; The corpse was cast to the wind and wave— The Convict has found in the green sea a grave.
L. E. L.
# Lewie Gordon (1821)

LEWIE GORDON.
Let me in this ae Night.
WITH HER ANSWER.
The mucking o' Geordie's byre.
THE BIRKS OF INVERMAY.
LOVE HAS EYES.
GLASGOW: PRINTED FOR THE BOOKSELLERS.
1821.
* Lewie Gordon
* Let Me in This Ae Night
* Her Answer
* The Mucking O' Geordie's Byre
* The Birks of Invermay
* Love Has Eyes
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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# Lewie Gordon (1821)/Her Answer

HER ANSWER.
O tell na me of the wind and rain, Upbraid na me wi' cauld disdain! Gae back the gate ye cam again, I winna let you in, jo. I tell you now this ae night, This ae, ae, ae night; And ance for a' this ae night, I winna let you in, jo.
The (illegible text)nellest blast, at mirkest hours, That round the pathless wand'rer pou(illegible text) Is nought to what poor she endures, That's trusted faithless man, jo. I tell you now, &c.
The sweetest flower that deck'd the me(illegible text) Now trodden like the vilest weed; Let simple maid the ⟨lesson⟩ read, The weird may be her ain, jo. I tell you now, &c.
​The bird that charm'd his summer day, Is now the cruel fowler's prey; Let witless, trusting, woman say How aft her fate's the same, jo. I tell you now. &c.
# Lewie Gordon (1821)/Love Has Eyes

LOVE HAS EYES.
Love's blind, they say, O never, nay; Can words Love's grace impart? The fancy weak, The tongue may speak, But eyes alone the heart: In one soft look what language lies! O, yes, believe, me Love has eyes.
Love's wing'd, they cry— O, never I On pinions lov'd to soar; Deceivers rove, But never love, Attach'd he moves no more: Can he have wings who never flies; And yes, believe me, Love has eyes.
FINIS.
# Lewesdon Hill/Endnote

[See page 16.—The works now carrying on at Cherburgh to make a haven for ships of war, are principally the following. Of these however it is not intended to give a full description; but only to mention some particulars, from which an idea may be formed of the greatness of the scheme.
In the open sea, above a league from the town and within half a mile west of a rock called L'isle Pelée, a pier is begun, with design of conducting it on to the shore somewhat beyond Point Hommet, about two miles westward of Cherburgh. In order to this, a strong frame of timber-work, of the shape of a truncated cone, having been constructed on the beach, was buoyed out, and sunk in a depth of water, which at lowest ebb is 35 feet, and where the tide rises near 20 feet. The diameter of this cone at bottom is about 60 yards, its height 70 feet; and the area on its top large enough to receive a battery of cannon, with which it is hereafter to be fortified. Its solid contents are 2500 French toises; which in our measure (allowing the French foot to be to the English as 144 to 135) will amount to 24,250 cubic yards nearly. Several other cones, of equal dimensions, are sunk at convenient distances from each other forming the line of the pier: their number, when complete, it is said, will be forty. As soon as any one of these is carried to its place, it is filled with stones, which are dug from mount Rouille and other rocks near the coast, and brought on horses to the shore; whence they are conveyed to the cones in vessels of forty, sixty, or eighty tons burden. In like manner, but with much greater labour and expence, the spaces between the cones are filled up with stones thrown loosely into the sea, till the heap is raised above the water. On this mass, as on a foundation, a wall of masonry-work is to be erected. The length of the whole is near five miles. On L'isle Pelée and Point Hommet, before-mentioned, large fortifications are constructed bomb-proof to defend the Haven and Pier. It is the opinion of some persons that this stupendous mole may be injured or destroyed by what is called a ground-sea: i. e. a sea when the waters are agitated to the bottom: and this happens, when a strong wind, after having put the waves in motion, suddenly shifts to the opposite quarter. The description given in the Poem of this vast undertaking closes with an allusion to this opinion.]
# Lewie Gordon

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# Lewie Gordon (1821)/Lewie Gordon

LEWIE GORDON.
O send Lewie Gordon hame, And the lad I daurna name; Though his back be at the wa', Here's to him that's far awa. O hon, my Highlandman! O my bonnie Highlandman, Weel wou'd I my true love ken Amang ten thousand Highlandmen.
O to see his tartan trews, Bonnet blue and laigh-heel'd shoes, Philibeg aboon his knee; That's the lad that I'll gang wi'. O hon, &c.
This lovely youth, of whom I sing, Is fitted for to be a king: On his breast he wears a star, You'd take him for the god of war. O hon, &c.
O! to see this princely one Seated on a royal throne, ​Disasters a' would disappear; Then begins the jub'lee year. O hon, &c.
# Lewie Gordon (1821)/The Birks of Invermay

THE BIRKS OF INVERMAY.
The smiling morn, the breathing spring, Invite the tuneful birds to sing, And while they warble from each spray, Love melts the universal lay. Let us, Amanda, timely wise, Like them improve the hour that flies, And in soft raptures waste the day, Amang the birks of Invernay.
The lav'rocks now, and lintwhites sing; The rocks around with echoes ring, ​The mavis, and the Blackbird's lay, In tuneful strains do glad the day; The woods now wear their summer suits; To mirth all nature now invites: Let us be blythesome then, and gay, Amang the birks of Invermay.
Behold the hills and vales around, With lowing herds and flocks abound, The wanton kids, and frisking lambs, Gambol and dance about their dams; The busy bees, with humming noise, And all the reptile kind rejoice: Let us, like them, then sing and play About the birks of Invermay.
Hark, how the waters, as they fall Loudly my love to gladness call; The wanton waves sport in the beams, And fishes play throughout the streams; The circling sun does now advance, And all the planets round him dance: Let us as jovial be as they, Amang the birks of Invermay.
But soon the winter of the year, And age, life's winter, will appear; At this thy lovely bloom will fade, ​As that will strip the verdant shade: Our taste of pleasure then is o'er, The feather'd songsters are no more; And when they drop, and we decay, Adieu the birks of Invermay.
# Les Misérables/Volume 5/Book First

Chapters:
* Chapter 1: The Charybdis of the Faubourg Saint-Antoine and the Scylla of the Faubourg du Temple
* Chapter 2: What Is to Be Done in the Abyss if One Does Not Converse
* Chapter 3: Light and Shadow
* Chapter 4: Minus Five, Plus One
* Chapter 5: The Horizon Which One Beholds from the Summit of a Barricade
* Chapter 6: Marius Haggard, Javert Laconic
* Chapter 7: The Situation Becomes Aggravated
* Chapter 8: The Artillery-men Compel People to Take Them Seriously
* Chapter 9: Employment of the Old Talents of a Poacher and That Infallible Marksmanship Which Influenced the Condemnation of 1796
* Chapter 10: Dawn
* Chapter 11: The Shot Which Misses Nothing and Kills No One
* Chapter 12: Disorder a Partisan of Order
* Chapter 13: Passing Gleams
* Chapter 14: Wherein Will Appear the Name of Enjolras' Mistress
* Chapter 15: Gavroche Outside
* Chapter 16: How from a Brother One Becomes a Father
* Chapter 17: Mortuus Pater Filium Moriturum Expectat
* Chapter 18: The Vulture Becomes Prey
* Chapter 19: Jean Valjean Takes His Revenge
* Chapter 20: The Dead Are in the Right and the Living Are Not in the Wrong
* Chapter 21: The Heroes
* Chapter 22: Foot to Foot
* Chapter 23: Orestes Fasting and Pylades Drunk
* Chapter 24: Prisoner
# Les Misérables/Volume 5/Book First/Chapter 11

The assailants' fire continued. Musketry and grape-shot alternated, but without committing great ravages, to tell the truth. The top alone of the Corinthe facade suffered; the window on the first floor, and the attic window in the roof, riddled with buck-shot and biscaiens, were slowly losing their shape. The combatants who had been posted there had been obliged to withdraw. However, this is according to the tactics of barricades; to fire for a long while, in order to exhaust the insurgents' ammunition, if they commit the mistake of replying. When it is perceived, from the slackening of their fire, that they have no more powder and ball, the assault is made. Enjolras had not fallen into this trap; the barricade did not reply.
At every discharge by platoons, Gavroche puffed out his cheek with his tongue, a sign of supreme disdain.
"Good for you," said he, "rip up the cloth. We want some lint."
Courfeyrac called the grape-shot to order for the little effect which it produced, and said to the cannon:
"You are growing diffuse, my good fellow."
One gets puzzled in battle, as at a ball. It is probable that this silence on the part of the redoubt began to render the besiegers uneasy, and to make them fear some unexpected incident, and that they felt the necessity of getting a clear view behind that heap of paving-stones, and of knowing what was going on behind that impassable wall which received blows without retorting. The insurgents suddenly perceived a helmet glittering in the sun on a neighboring roof. A fireman had placed his back against a tall chimney, and seemed to be acting as sentinel. His glance fell directly down into the barricade.
"There's an embarrassing watcher," said Enjolras.
Jean Valjean had returned Enjolras' rifle, but he had his own gun.
Without saying a word, he took aim at the fireman, and, a second later, the helmet, smashed by a bullet, rattled noisily into the street. The terrified soldier made haste to disappear. A second observer took his place. This one was an officer. Jean Valjean, who had re-loaded his gun, took aim at the newcomer and sent the officer's casque to join the soldier's. The officer did not persist, and retired speedily. This time the warning was understood. No one made his appearance thereafter on that roof; and the idea of spying on the barricade was abandoned.
"Why did you not kill the man?" Bossuet asked Jean Valjean.
Jean Valjean made no reply.
# Life And Letters Of Maria Edgeworth/Volume 1/Letter 13

To MRS. ELIZABETH EDGEWORTH.
EDGEWORTHSTOWN, 1794.
All's well at home; the chickens are all good and thriving, and there is plenty of provender, and of everything that we can want or wish for: therefore we all hope that you will fully enjoy the pleasures of Black Castle without being anxious for your bairns.
Pray tell my dear aunt that I am not ungrateful for all the kindness she showed to me while I was with her: it rejoiced my heart to hear her say, when she took leave of me, that she did not love me less for knowing me better.
Kitty wakened me this morning saying, "Dear, ma'am, how charming you smell of coals! quite charming!" and she snuffed the ambient air.

## Footnotes

* ↑ The coal burnt at Black Castle was naturally more agreeable to Mrs. Billamore (a faithful servant) than the bog turf used at Edgeworthstown.
# Life And Letters Of Maria Edgeworth/Volume 1/Letter 14

To MISS SOPHY RUXTON.
EDGEWORTHSTOWN, July 2, 1794,
    having the honour to be the fair
    day of Edgeworthstown, as is well
    proclaimed to the neighbourhood
    by the noise of pigs squeaking,
    men bawling, women brawling,
    and children squealing, etc.
I will tell you what is going on, that you may see whether you like your daily bill of fare.
There are, an' please you, ma'am, a great many good things here. There is a balloon hanging up, and another going to be put on the stocks: there is soap made, and making from a receipt in Nicholson's Chemistry: there is excellent ink made, and to be made by the same book: there is a cake of roses just squeezed in a vice, by my father, according to the advice of Madame de Lagaraye, the woman in the black cloak and ruffles, who weighs with unwearied scales, in the frontispiece of a book, which perhaps my aunt remembers, entitled Chemie de goút et de l'odorat. There are a set of accurate weights, just completed by the ingenious Messrs. Lovell and Henry Edgeworth, partners: for Henry is now a junior partner, and grown an inch and a half upon the strength of it in two months. The use and ingenuity of these weights I do, or did, understand; it is great, but I am afraid of puzzling you and disgracing myself attempting to explain it; especially as, my mother says, I once sent you a receipt for purifying water with charcoal, which she avers to have been above, or below, the comprehension of any rational being.
My father bought a great many books at Mr. Dean's sale. Six volumes of Machines Approuvés, full of prints of paper mills, gunpowder mills, machines pour remonter les batteaux, machines pour—a great many things which you would like to see I am sure over my father's shoulder. And my aunt would like to see the new staircase, and to see a kitcat view of a robin redbreast sitting on her nest in a sawpit, discovered by Lovell, and you would both like to pick Emmeline's fine strawberries round the crowded oval table after dinner, and to see my mother look so much better in the midst of us.
    If these delights thy soul can move,
    Come live with us and be our love.
# Life And Letters Of Maria Edgeworth/Volume 1/Letter 16

To MISS RUXTON.
EDGEWORTHSTOWN, 1794.
I will treat you, my dear Letty, like a lady for once, and write to you upon blue-edged paper, because you have been ill: if you should be well before you receive this, I shall repent of the extravagance of my friendship. I believe it was you—or my aunt, the teller of all good things—who told me of a lady who took a long journey to see her sister, who she heard was very ill; but, unfortunately, the sister was well before she got to her journey's end, and she was so provoked, that she quarrelled with her well sister, and would never have anything more to do with her.
You will look very blank when you come back from the sea, and find what doings there have been at Black Castle in your absence. Anna was extremely sorry that she could not see you again before she left Ireland; but you will soon be in the same kingdom again, and that is one great point gained, as Mr. Weaver, a travelling astronomical lecturer, who carried the universe about in a box, told us. "Sir," said he to my father, "when you look at a map, do you know that the east is always on your right hand, and the west on your left?"—"Yes," replied my father, with a very modest look, "I believe I do."—"Well," said the man of learning, "that's one great point gained."
# Life And Letters Of Maria Edgeworth/Volume 1/Letter 15

To MRS. RUXTON.
EDGEWORTHSTOWN, Aug. 11, 1794.
Nothing wonderful or interesting, nothing which touches our hopes or fears, which either moves us to laugh or to be doleful, can happen without the idea of Aunt Ruxton immediately arising. This, you will think, is the preface to at least either death or marriage; but it is only the preface to a history of Defenders.
There have been lately several flying reports of Defenders, but we never thought the danger near till to-day. Last night a party of forty attacked the house of one Hoxey, about half a mile from us, and took, as usual, the arms. They have also been at Ringowny, where there was only one servant left to take care of the house; they took the arms and broke all the windows. To-day Mr. Bond, our high sheriff, paid us a pale visit, thought it was proper something should be done for the internal defence of the town of Edgeworthstown and the County of Longford, and wished my father would apply to him for a meeting of the county. My father first rode over to the scene of action, to inquire into the truth of the reports; found them true, and on his return to dinner found Mr. Thompson of Clonfin, and Captain Doyle, nephew to the general and the wounded colonel, who is now at Granard. Captain Doyle will send a sergeant and twelve to-morrow; to-night a watch is to sit up, but it is supposed that the sight of two redcoats riding across the country together will keep the evil sprites from appearing to mortal eyes "this watch." My father has spoken to many of the householders, and he imagines they will come here to a meeting to-morrow, to consider how best they can defend their lands and tenements; they bring their arms to my father to take care of. You will be surprised at our making such a mighty matter of a visit from the Defenders, you who have had soldiers sitting up in your kitchen for weeks; but you will consider that this is our first visit.
The arts of peace are going on prosperously. The new room is almost built, and the staircase is completed: long may we live to run up and down it.
# Life And Letters Of Maria Edgeworth/Volume 1/Letter 18

MARIA EDGEWORTH to MRS. RUXTON.
EDGEWORTHSTOWN,
Saturday Night, Jan. 1796.
My father is gone to a Longford committee, where he will I suppose hear many dreadful Defender stories: he came home yesterday fully persuaded that a poor man in this neighbourhood, a Mr. Houlton, had been murdered, but he found he was only kilt, and "as well as could be expected," after being twice robbed and twice cut with a bayonet. You, my dear aunt, who were so brave when the county of Meath was the seat of war, must know that we emulate your courage; and I assure you in your own words, "that whilst our terrified neighbours see nightly visions of massacres, we sleep with our doors and windows unbarred."
I must observe though, that it is only those doors and windows which have neither bolts nor bars, that we leave unbarred, and these are more at present than we wish, even for the reputation of our valour. All that I crave for my own part is, that if I am to have my throat cut, it may not be by a man with his face blackened with charcoal. I shall look at every person that comes here very closely, to see if there be any marks of charcoal upon their visages. Old wrinkled offenders I should suppose would never be able to wash out their stains; but in others a very clean face will in my mind be a strong symptom of guilt—clean hands proof positive, and clean nails ought to hang a man.
# Laws v. Armontrout/Opinion of the Court

* Court Documents
* Case Syllabus
* Opinion of the Court
In my view, the behavior of petitioner's attorney at the penalty phase was plainly deficient, depriving his client of "the 'counsel' guaranteed the defendant by the Sixth Amendment." Strickland v. Washington, 466 U.S. 668, 687, 104 S.Ct. 2052, 2064, 80 L.Ed.2d 674 (1984). The attorney offered literally no evidence in mitigation. This inaction cannot be explained by a dearth of potentially mitigating evidence. On the contrary, the attorney knew of, but failed to investigate, a number of facts about petitioner on which quite credible arguments in mitigation could have been made. Petitioner told his attorney, for example, that he had fought for this country in Vietnam and received an honorable discharge from the Army. 863 F.2d, at 1396 (dissenting opinion). The attorney, however, failed to pursue this claim. Had he done so, he would have learned that petitioner had earned the National Defense Service Medal, the Vietnam Service Medal, the Vietnam Campaign Medal, and the Good Conduct Medal. Id., at 1397.
The attorney also knew that many of the soldiers who served in the Vietnam conflict suffered severe emotional trauma afterwards, encountering problems of socialization and readjustment. In some cases, they have suffered from posttraumatic stress disorder so severe as to induce violent criminality, a fact recognized by Congress when it passed the Veterans Health Care Amendments of 1979, 38 U.S.C. § 612 et seq. 863 F.2d, at 1396-1397. The attorney failed, too, to explore this potential source of mitigating evidence, deciding after a sketchy telephone conversation with petitioner's stepmother and after a brief conversation with his brother not to interview the family. Id., at 1395-1396. Had he done so, he would have learned that after his experience in Vietnam, petitioner "changed from a church-going young man who had never had any trouble with the law to a nervous and withdrawn loner constantly in trouble, in and out of prison." Id., at 1397. The attorney also failed to explore petitioner's postdischarge psychiatric records, documents which would have provided "even more evidence of [petitioner's] personality change after his military service in Vietnam." Ibid. It is questionable, to say the least, whether under these facts counsel's performance was indeed reasonable so as to satisfy the first prong of the two-pronged test for ineffective assistance set forth in Strickland. This conclusion is especially doubtful given that this is a capital case, posing the heaviest professional responsibility on counsel. Yet that is precisely what the en banc Court of Appeals held in this case. 863 F.2d, at 1394. In my view, the decision below calls into question whether the Strickland test is to have any vitality at all. To establish that there are minimal thresholds below which counsel cannot go, I would grant the petition for certiorari.

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