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# London (Notebook)

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Notebook, p. 109, reversed. The first draft of the poem London in Songs of Experience
London
I wander thro' each dirty street, Near where the dirty Thames does flow, And [see del.] mark in every face I meet, Marks of weakness, marks of woe.
In every cry of every man, In [every voice of every child del.] every infant’s cry of fear, In every voice, in every ban, The [german del.] mind forg'd [links del.] I hear manacles I hear.
[But most del.] How the chimney sweeper’s cry [Blackens o'er the churches' walls, del.] Every black'ning church appalls, And the hapless Soldier’s sigh Runs in blood down Palace walls.
[But most the midnight harlot's curse From every dismal street I hear, Weaves around the marriage hearse And blasts the new born infant's tear. del.]
But most from every del.] thro' wintry streets I hear How the midnight harlot's curse Blasts the new born Infant’s tear, And [hangs del.] smites with plagues the Marriage hearse.
But most the shrieks of youth I hear But most thto' midnight & . . . . Hw the youthful . . .
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# Littell's Living Age/Volume 137/Issue 1773

LITTELL'S LIVING AGE.
| Fifth Series, Volume XXII. | $\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,$ | No. 1773. — June 8, 1878. | $\scriptstyle {\left\{{\begin{matrix}\ \end{matrix}}\right.}$ | From Beginning Vol. CXXXVII. |
CONTENTS. :
| I. | Constantinople, | British Quarterly Review, | 579 |
| II. | Count Waldemar, | Cornhill Magazine, | 595 |
| III. | Thurot. A Biographical Sketch, | Fraser's Magazine, | 613 |
| IV. | Russian Court Life in the Eighteenth Century. Catherine Alexiewna I. and Anne Ivanowna, | Temple Bar, | 626 |
| V. | Conceit, | Examiner, | 636 |
| VI. | Holidays, | Vanity Fair, | 638 |
| VII. | The Yeoman's Story, | Temple Bar, | 639 |
POETRY. :
| Translation from Heine, | 578 | A May-Song, | 578 |
| An April Wood, | 578 | The Yeoman's Story, | 639 |
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 137/Issue 1770/Two Sonnets

* TWO SONNETS.
* HER LAUREATE.
* I am, indeed, no theme with you for song —
* A poet you, yet not for me your praise —
* You crowned another woman with your bays,
* Lifting your voice to heaven, triumphant, strong,
* And fear by future rhymes to do her wrong:
* If I should walk beside you in your ways
* An echo would pursue us from old days,
* And men would say, "He loved once, and for long!
* So now without great love he is content,
* Since she is dead for whom he used to sing,
* And daily needs demand their aliment."
* Thus some poor bird who strives with broken wing
* To soar, then stoops, strength gone and glad life spent,
* To any hand that his scant food will bring.
* HEREAFTER.
* In after years a twilight ghost shall fill
* With shadowy presence all thy waiting room —
* From lips of air thou canst not kiss the bloom,
* Yet at old kisses will thy pulses thrill,
* And the old longing that thou couldst not kill,
* Feeling her presence in the gathering gloom,
* Will mock thee with the hopelessness of doom,
* While she stands there and smiles, serene and still.
* Thou canst not vex her then with passion's pain;
* Call, and the silence will thy call repeat,
* But she will smile there with cold lips and sweet,
* Forgetful of old tortures, and the chain
* That once she wore — the tears she wept in vain
* At passing from her threshold of thy feet.
* Louise Chandler Moulton.
* Macmillan's Magazine.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 137/Issue 1772

LITTELL'S LIVING AGE.
| Fifth Series, Volume XXII. | $\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,$ | No. 1772. — June 1, 1878. | $\scriptstyle {\left\{{\begin{matrix}\ \end{matrix}}\right.}$ | From Beginning Vol. CXXXVII. |
CONTENTS. :
| I. | The Crown and the Constitution, | Quarterly Review, | 515 |
| II. | Within the Precincts. By Mrs. Oliphant. Part VII., | Advance Sheets, | 543 |
| III. | The Coming Total Solar Eclipse. By J. Norman Lockyer, | Nature, | 557 |
| IV. | On Keeping Silence from Good Words, | Fraser's Magazine, | 565 |
| V. | Lower Life in the Tropics, | Spectator, | 568 |
| VI. | Amateur Librarians, | Spectator, | 571 |
| VII. | Advice to the Late Lord Macaulay, on Entering Life, | Lord Brougham, | 574 |
| VIII. | Buddhism, | Public Opinion, | 575 |
| IX. | The Goorkhas, | Globe, | 576 |
POETRY. :
| The Cure's Progress, | 514 | The Good Great Man, | 514 |
| Butterflies, | 514 | Some Answer, | 514 |
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 137/Issue 1772/Some Answer

* SOME ANSWER.
* Not for himself — he lives to God alone —
* Do we lament that he, the good great man,
* Should live unguerdoned and should die unknown:
* Not for his sake we mourn, but for our own.
* "A little while 'tis with you; while ye can,
* Walk in the light!" So spake the living Way:
* But we have chosen darkness; day by day
* The light was with us, yet we dared to scorn
* The beams of his pure glory; now his ray
* Faints in the westward, therefore do we mourn.
* Oh worse than famine, worse than sword, or pest,
* When prophets cry in vain to the dull ear
* Of dying lands, that murmur "Peace," and jest,
* And lightly mock the visions of the seer.
* 1858.H. M. B.
* Macmillan's Magazine.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 137/Issue 1772/Butterflies

* BUTTERFLIES.
* Once more I pass along the flowering meadow,
* Hear cushats call, and mark the fairy rings;
* Till where the lych-gate casts its cool dark shadow,
* I pause awhile, musing on many things;
* Then raise the latch, and passing through the gate,
* Stand in the quiet, where men rest and wait.
* Bees in the lime-trees do not break their sleeping;
* Swallows beneath church eaves disturb them not;
* They heed not bitter sobs or silent weeping;
* Cares, turmoil, griefs, regrets, they have forgot.
* I murmur sadly: "Here, then, all life ends.
* We lay you here to rest, and lose you, friends."
* By no rebuke is the sweet silence broken.
* No voice reproves me; yet a sign is sent;
* For from the grassy mounds there comes a token
* Of life immortal and I am content.
* See! the soul's emblem meets my downcast eyes:
* Over the graves are hovering butterflies!
* Chambers' Journal.G. S.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 137/Issue 1772/The Good Great Man

First published in the Morning Post, 23rd September, 1802.
* THE GOOD GREAT MAN.
* How seldom, friend, a good great man inherits
* Honor or wealth, with all his worth and pains!
* It sounds like stories from the world of spirits,
* If any man obtain that which he merits,
* Or any merit that which he obtains.
* For shame, dear friend! renounce this canting strain,
* What wouldst thou have a good great man obtain?
* Place — titles — salary — a gilded chain —
* Or throne of corses which his sword hath slain? —
* Greatness and goodness are not means, but ends;
* Hath he not always treasures, always friends,
* The good great man? — three treasures, love and light,
* And calm thoughts, regular as infant's breath;
* And three firm friends, more sure than day and night —
* Himself, his Maker, and the Angel Death.
* 1809.S. T. Coleridge.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 137/Issue 1771

LITTELL'S LIVING AGE.
| Fifth Series, Volume XXII. | $\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,$ | No. 1771. — May 25, 1878. | $\scriptstyle {\left\{{\begin{matrix}\ \end{matrix}}\right.}$ | From Beginning Vol. CXXXVII. |
CONTENTS. :
| I. | Lecky's "History of England in the Eighteenth Century", | Quarterly Review, | 451 |
| II. | Macleod of Dare. By William Black. Part IX., | Advance Sheets, | 471 |
| III. | From the Quirinal to the Vatican, | Macmillan's Magazine, | 479 |
| IV. | The Comet, | Argosy, | 488 |
| V. | The Apollo Belvedere, | New Quarterly Review, | 496 |
| VI. | Canossa, | Cornhill Magazine, | 504 |
| VII. | Retrospective Sympathy, | Saturday Review, | 510 |
POETRY. :
| Sorrow on the Sea, | 450 | Sunset, | 450 |
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 137/Issue 1771/Sunset

* SUNSET.
* Melody to ancient air
* Has touched my soul. O hand so fair
* That hymned it forth,
* In the golden sunset there,
* Of noble worth.
* Feeble, poor, and old am I.
* What is this life? Alas, how nigh
* Seemed it to fate;
* When the song I used to try
* Came whispering late.
* Tears are gauge of purest mind,
* Drop e'en a few the maimed and blind:
* I loved that song —
* Mother sang it, and the wind
* Swept soft along.
* As I think of saintly face,
* The touch of tender loving grace,
* I silent turn
* Where the sunbeams leapt — no trace
* To find no bourne.
* So leave I the sunset song,
* And hie me home to where I long
* To bow my head;
* Blessèd the hand that struck among
* Chords long since dead,
* Bringing back the golden time
* Of love and hope in its familiar rhyme;
* The corn in ear —
* Breath of the bee-swarmed murmuring lime,
* To cottage dear.
* Chambers' Journal.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 137/Issue 1772/The Cure's Progress

* THE CURE'S PROGRESS.
* Monsieur the Curé down the street
* Comes with his kind old face, —
* With his coat word bare, and his straggling hair,
* And his green umbrella-case.
* You may see him pass by the little "Grande-Place,"
* And the tiny "Hôtel-de-Ville;"
* He smiles as he goes, to the fleuriste Rose,
* And the pompier Théophile.
* He turns, as a rule, through the "Marché" cool,
* Where the noisy fish-wives call;
* And his compliment pays to the "belle Thérèse,"
* As she knits in her dusky stall.
* There's a letter to drop at the locksmith's shop,
* And Toto, the locksmith's niece,
* Has jubilant hopes, for the Curé gropes
* In his tails for a pain d'epice.
* There's a little dispute with a merchant of fruit,
* Who is said to be heterodox,
* That will ended be with a "Ma foi, oui!"
* And a pinch from the Curé's box.
* There is also a word that no one heard
* To the furrier's daughter too;
* And a pale cheek fed with a flickering red,
* And a "Bon Dieu garde M'sieu!"
* But a grander way for the Sous-Préfet,
* And a bow for Ma'am'selle Anne;
* And a mock "off-hat" to the Notary's cat,
* And a nod to the Sacristan: —
* For ever through life the Curé goes
* With a smile on his kind old face, —
* With his coat worn bare, and his straggling hair,
* And his green umbrella-case.
* Cornhill Magazine.Austin Dobson.
# Les Misérables/Volume 1/Book Second/Chapter 5

After bidding his sister good night, Monseigneur Bienvenu took one of the two silver candlesticks from the table, handed the other to his guest, and said to him,--
"Monsieur, I will conduct you to your room."
The man followed him.
As might have been observed from what has been said above, the house was so arranged that in order to pass into the oratory where the alcove was situated, or to get out of it, it was necessary to traverse the Bishop's bedroom.
At the moment when he was crossing this apartment, Madame Magloire was putting away the silverware in the cupboard near the head of the bed. This was her last care every evening before she went to bed.
The Bishop installed his guest in the alcove. A fresh white bed had been prepared there. The man set the candle down on a small table.
"Well," said the Bishop, "may you pass a good night. To-morrow morning, before you set out, you shall drink a cup of warm milk from our cows."
"Thanks, Monsieur l'Abbe," said the man.
Hardly had he pronounced these words full of peace, when all of a sudden, and without transition, he made a strange movement, which would have frozen the two sainted women with horror, had they witnessed it. Even at this day it is difficult for us to explain what inspired him at that moment. Did he intend to convey a warning or to throw out a menace? Was he simply obeying a sort of instinctive impulse which was obscure even to himself? He turned abruptly to the old man, folded his arms, and bending upon his host a savage gaze, he exclaimed in a hoarse voice:--
"Ah! really! You lodge me in your house, close to yourself like this?"
He broke off, and added with a laugh in which there lurked something monstrous:--
"Have you really reflected well? How do you know that I have not been an assassin?"
The Bishop replied:--
"That is the concern of the good God."
Then gravely, and moving his lips like one who is praying or talking to himself, he raised two fingers of his right hand and bestowed his benediction on the man, who did not bow, and without turning his head or looking behind him, he returned to his bedroom.
When the alcove was in use, a large serge curtain drawn from wall to wall concealed the altar. The Bishop knelt before this curtain as he passed and said a brief prayer. A moment later he was in his garden, walking, meditating, contemplating, his heart and soul wholly absorbed in those grand and mysterious things which God shows at night to the eyes which remain open.
As for the man, he was actually so fatigued that he did not even profit by the nice white sheets. Snuffing out his candle with his nostrils after the manner of convicts, he dropped, all dressed as he was, upon the bed, where he immediately fell into a profound sleep.
Midnight struck as the Bishop returned from his garden to his apartment.
A few minutes later all were asleep in the little house.
# Les Misérables/Volume 1/Book Second

Chapters:
* Chapter 1: The Evening of a Day of Walking
* Chapter 2: Prudence Counselled to Wisdom
* Chapter 3: The Heroism of Passive Obedience
* Chapter 4: Details concerning the Cheese-Dairies of Pontarlier
* Chapter 5: Tranquillity
* Chapter 6: Jean Valjean
* Chapter 7: The Interior of Despair
* Chapter 8: Billows and Shadows
* Chapter 9: New Troubles
* Chapter 10: The Man Aroused
* Chapter 11: What He Does
* Chapter 12: The Bishop Works
* Chapter 13: Little Gervais
# Lovell v. Isidore Newman & Son

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United States Supreme Court
227 U.S. 412
Lovell v. Isidore Newman & Son
Argued: January 13, 1913. --- Decided: February 24, 1913
[Syllabus from pages 412-414 intentionally omitted]
Messrs. W. A. Blount, H. Generes Dufour, and Walker Percy for plaintiff in error.
Messrs. John W. Griffin and Everett P. Wheeler for defendants in error.
Mr. Justice Day delivered the opinion of the court:

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# Lovell v. St. Louis Mutual Life Insurance Company

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United States Supreme Court
111 U.S. 264
Lovell v. St. Louis Mutual Life Insurance Company
M. Blair andA. McClain, for appellants.
R. McP. Smith, for appellees.
BRADLEY, J.

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# Lovell v. Davis

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United States Supreme Court
101 U.S. 541
Lovell v. Davis
ERROR to the Circuit Court of the United States for the District of Louisiana.
This action was brought against Lovell & Bailey on a charter-party entered into by them March 14, 1871, for a voyage of the American ship 'Adorna,' 'now lying in the harbor of New Orleans,' from the port of New Orleans to Liverpool, between Havre and Hamburg, both inclusive, or Cronstadt. It was agreed between the parties that 'this charter shall commence when the vessel is ready to receive cargo at the place of loading, and notice thereof is given to the party of the second part or their agent, and to end on a true delivery of cargo at the port of discharge.'
The defence was that by reason of the plaintiff's delay in presenting his vessel at New Orleans for receiving the cargo, the defendants had rescinded the contract, and were justified in doing so. A verdict and judgment were rendered for the plaintiff, the master of the chartered vessel. The defendants sued out this writ of error.
The remaining facts, and the instructions to the jury, are set forth in the opinion of the court.
Mr. Philip Phillips and Mr. W. Hallett Phillips for the plaintiffs in error.
No counsel app ared for the defendant in error.
MR. JUSTICE MILLER, after stating the facts, delivered the opinion of the court.

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# Lovely Jean

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* "Lovely Jean", a.k.a. "Of a' the Airts", a poem by Robert Burns
* "Lovely Jean" (1820), a Scottish chapbook
# Lovely Jean (1820)

LOVELY JEAN.
TO WHICH ARE ADDED,
THE
Bush aboon Traquair.
THE LASS IN YON TOWN,
THE PITCHER,
The Death of Wolfe.
STIRLING: PRINTED AND SOLD BY M. RANDALL.
1820.
* Lovely Jean
* The Bush aboon Traquair
* The Lass in yon Town
* The Pitcher
* The Death of Wolfe
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# Lovely Jean (1820)/Lovely Jean

LOVELY JEAN.
Of a’ the airts the win’ can blaw, I dearly like the west; For there the bonny lassie lives, The lass that I lo’e best; Tho’ wild woods grow, an rivers row, Wi’ mony a hill between, Baith day an’ night my fancy’s fligh Is ever wi' my Jean.
I see her in the dewy flower, Sae lovely, sweet, an’ fair; I hear her voice in ilka bird, Wi' music charm the air; There’s not a bonny flow’r that springs, By fountain shaw or green, Nor yet a bonny bird that sings, But minds me o’ my Jean.
Upon the banks of flowing Clyde, The lasses busk them braw; But when their best they hae put on, My Jeanie dings them a; In hamely weeds she far exceeds, The fairest of the town
Baith grave and gay confess it sae, Tho’ dress'd in russet gown.
​The gamesome lamb that sucks the dam, Mair harmless canna be; She has nae faut (if sick we ca't) Except her love to me; The sparkling dew,, of clearest hue, Is like her shining een; In shape an' air wha can compare, Wi' my sweet lovely Jean.
O blaw, ye westlin win's, blaw soft, Amang the leafy trees; Wi' gentle breath, frae muir an' dale; Bring hame the laden bees; An' bring the lassie back to me, That's ay sae neat an' clean! Ae blink o' her wad banish care, Sae charming is my Jean!
What sighs and vows amang the knowes, Hae past atween us twa; How fain to meet and wae to part, That day she gade awa! The pow’rs aboon can only ken, To whom the heart is seen ; That nane can be sae dear to me, As my sweet lovely Jean.
# Lonely O'Malley

"Sonny, have you lost a goat?"
"Mebbe!" answered Lonely, non-committally, eyeing the angular and angry-eyed woman in the pink sunbonnet.
"Well, that goat 's et up every blessed one of my black raspberry bushes!" declared the unknown woman, looking at Lonely as though she could willingly have done the same with him.
"That 's too bad!" said the new boy, blinking at the pink sunbonnet.
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WELL SIRS, WHAT WILL YOU
LONELY O'MALLEY
A Story of Boy Life
BY
ARTHUR STRINGER
WITH ILLUSTRATIONS BY
FRANK T. MERRILL
BOSTON AND NEW YORK
HOUGHTON, MIFFLIN AND COMPANY
The Riverside Press, Cambridge
1905
COPYRIGHT 1905 BY ARTHUR STRINGER
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Published September 1905
To Dorothy Violet Wilde
All youth my dearest Dorothy Violet, is divided into three parts,—that earliest blindfold age of infancy, that more wonderful mud-pie age of divers savageries and many imaginings, that still more golden and wonderful age of adolescence. Then, alas, the prison-house of actualities seems to close about us, and we awaken some fine morning to the sad fact that we are, thereafter, to be regarded as only one of the grown-ups. Of this dolorous condition you still know nothing; but when it does come, you will find your three ages of youth each merging into the other, and all grown misty. Of the first, of course, we can recall nothing. The second, alackaday, we all too quickly forget. The third, with its dreams and illusions, we carry along with us only in echoes and broken memories. So, this milestone or two on the long and devious wayside of a small boy's career may, I hope, keep alive in your heart and mine, and perhaps in a few others', some remembrances of those earlier days of life that too soon slip away—of those days when I thought you the nicest little girl in all the world, and you (dare I say it?) openly avowed that lemon meringue was the summum bonum of all existence!
A. S.
12 Plazza Barbirini, Rome, April, 1905
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
CONTENTS
LONELY O'MALLEY
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# Letters to Atticus/3.9

Translated by Evelyn Shuckburgh

## To Atticus at Rome
### Thessalonica, 13 June 58 BC

My brother Quintus having quitted Asia before the 1st of May, and arrived at Athens on the 15th, he would have to make great haste to prevent proceedings being commenced against him in his absence, supposing there to be some one who was not content with the misfortunes we have already sustained. Accordingly, I preferred that he should hurry on to Rome rather than come to me; and at the same time—for I will tell you the truth, and it will give you a notion of the extent of my wretchedness—I could not make up my mind to see him, devotedly attached to me as he is, and a man of most tender feelings, or to obtrude upon him my miseries and ruin in all their wretchedness, or to endure their being seen by him. And I was besides afraid of what certainly would have happened—that he would not have had the resolution to leave me. I had ever before my eyes the time when he would either have to dismiss his lictors, or be violently torn from my arms. The prospect of this bitter pain I have avoided by the other bitter pain of not seeing my brother. It is all you, who advised me to continue living, that have forced me into this distressful position. Accordingly, I am paying the penalty of my error. However, I am sustained by your letter, from which I easily perceive how high your own hopes are. This did give me some consolation, but only, after all, till you passed from the mention of Pompey because, though a provincial governor retained his lictors till he reached Rome, he was bound to go straight home or dismiss them. To the passage beginning "Now try and win over Hortensius and men of that sort." In heaven's name, my dear Pomponius, don't you yet perceive by whose means, by whose treachery, by whose dishonest advice, I have been ruined? But all this I will discuss with you when we meet. I will only say this much, which I think you know: it is not my enemies, but my jealous rivals, that have ruined me. Now, however, if things are really as you hope, I will keep up my spirits, and will rely upon the hope on which you bid me rely. But if, as I myself think, this proves illusory, what I was not allowed to do at the best time shall be done at a worse. Terentia often expresses her gratitude to you. For myself one of my miseries also consists in fear—the business of my unhappy brother. If I could only know how it stands, I should know what I ought to do. Personally, the hope of the advantages and of the letters you mention keeps me still, as you advise, at Thessalonica. If I get any news, I shall know what I ought to do about the rest. Yes, if, as you say in your letter, you left Rome on the 1st of June, you will soon see us. I have sent you a letter which I wrote to Pompey. Thessalonica, 15 June.

## Footnotes

* ↑ I.e., suicide.