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# Blackwood's Magazine/Volume 1/Issue 2/White's New Invented Horizon

white's new invented horizon.
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It is well known, that, at sea, when the natural horizon is obscured by thick or foggy weather, the sun's meridian altitude, for ascertaining the latitude of the ship's place, cannot be observed; consequently, the navigator has nothing to depend on, until noon next day, to regulate his future proceedings, except his dead reckoning. In the English Channel, the North Sea, the Banks of Newfoundland, the Coast of America, and many other places of the world, the fogs are often so thick, and of such long continuance, as to render it impossible to ascertain the true position of the ship, for want of the latitude. Under such circumstances, although the sun is seen very distinctly, and felt very powerfully, there is no other alternative but to keep the ship at sea: for no man in his senses will run for a port, in such weather, without being pretty certain of his latitude.
To obviate these hitherto insurmountable obstacles, Mr Gavin White, grocer in Kinross, has, by a wonderful effort of uncultivated genius, invented a very simple apparatus,—with which, when fixed, by an easy process, to the common quadrant, an artificial horizon can thereby be obtained, and the sun's meridian altitude observed, the same as if ascertained with a quadrant and natural horizon, in the common way made use of on board a ship at sea.
This apparatus is, at present, made so as to screw on to my brass sextant, with which I have made many observations, not only for determining the latitude, but also for ascertaining the true apparent time; which, from the accuracy of the whole, enables me to pronounce the invention one of very great importance to science and navigation.
A large series of observations have been made with it, both on shore and on board the Ramillies, now in Leith Roads, which have been forwarded to some gentlemen, eminently distinguished for scientific knowledge and acquirements, in this city; who, with a very laudable zeal for the promotion of science, have interested themselves in such a manner, as, it is hoped, will ultimately prove highly beneficial both to the invention and inventor.
W. Bain, Master, Royal Navy.
Edinburgh, May 6th, 1817.
# Blackwood's Magazine/Volume 10/Issue 58/The Mount of Olives

THE MOUNT OF OLIVES.
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# Blackwood's Magazine/Volume 1/Issue 2/Untitled

I.
Balm best and holiest; Fallen is the lofty tree, Low as the lowliest! Rent is the eaglet's plume, Towering victorious; Read on the hero's tomb The end of the glorious.
2.
It threatens no longer; Snapt like its high compeer, The willow is stronger. See on its dinted edge The last day-beam flashes, If thine be the soul to stand And number its gashes.
3.
In darkness enshrouded, Ashes, yet scarcely cold, Beneath it are crowded: Thy feet o'er some noble heart May stumble unheeding; O'er thy familiar friend Perchance may be treading.
4.
Sons of the morning! Triumph, but seen and past, Your proud brows adorning, After such mortal toil To slumber so soundly, Can aught to the heart of man Speak so profoundly? June 1815. B.
# Blackwood's Magazine/Volume 146/Issue 885

BLACKWOOD'S EDINBURGH MAGAZINE
PUBLISHED MONTHLY.
NEW YORK:
LEONARD SCOTT PUBLICATION COMPANY,
29 PARK ROW.
# Burley v. German-American Bank

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United States Supreme Court
111 U.S. 216
Burley v. German-American Bank
L. H. Bisbee, John S. Polk, and Henry Decker, for plaintiff in error.
Edward Salomon, for defendant in error.
BLATCHFORD, J.

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# Burlingham v. Crouse

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United States Supreme Court
228 U.S. 459
Burlingham v. Crouse
Argued: March 12 and 13, 1913. --- Decided: April 28, 1913
Messrs. Dorr Raymond Cobb, Winfred T. Denison, and Irving L. Ernst for appellants.
[Argument of Counsel from pages 460-464 intentionally omitted]
Messrs. Levi S.C.hapman, Harry E. Newell, and James E. Newell for appellee.
[Argument of Counsel from page 464 intentionally omitted]
Mr. Justice Day delivered the opinion of the court:

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# Burlington

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## Burlington, Iowa

* "Burlington (Iowa)," in The American Cyclopædia (1879)
* "Burlington (3.)," in Encyclopædia Britannica, Ninth Edition (IV, p. 551) (1875–1889)
* "Burlington (Iowa)," in Encyclopædia Britannica (11th ed., 1911)

## Burlington, New Jersey

* "Burlington (N.J.)," in The American Cyclopædia (1879)
* "Burlington (2.)," in Encyclopædia Britannica, Ninth Edition (IV, pp. 550−551) (1875–1889)
* "Burlington (New Jersey)," in Encyclopædia Britannica (11th ed., 1911)

## Burlington County, New Jersey

* "Burlington (county)," in The American Cyclopædia (1879)

## Burlington, Vermont

* "Burlington (Vermont)," in The American Cyclopædia (1879)
* "Burlington (1.)," in Encyclopædia Britannica, Ninth Edition (IV, p. 550) (1875–1889)
* "Burlington (Vermont)," in Encyclopædia Britannica (11th ed., 1911)
* "Diocese of Burlington," by Thomas Francis Meehan in Catholic Encyclopedia, (ed.) by Charles G. Herbermann and others, New York: The Encyclopaedia Press (1913)
# Burley v. Flint

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United States Supreme Court
105 U.S. 247
Burley v. Flint
APPEAL from the Circuit Court of the United States for the Northern District of Illinois.
The facts are stated in the opinion of the court.
Mr. Francis H. Kales for the appellant.
Mr. E. B. McCagg for the appellee.
MR. JUSTICE MILLER delivered the opinion of the court.

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# Burlington Gaslight Company v. Burlington C. Railroad/Dissent Peckham

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United States Supreme Court
165 U.S. 370
Burlington Gaslight Company v. Burlington C. Railroad
Mr. Justice PECKHAM dissenting.

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# Bonny Jean (1)

BONNY JEAN;
To which are added,
Tweedside.
Although my Meg's gi'en me the bag.
Samuel Macaree’s ghaist.
STIRLING; Printed by W. Macnie.
1824.
* Bonny Jean
* Tweedside
* Although my Meg's gien me the bag
* Samuel Macaree's Ghaist
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# Bonny Chirsty

* "How sweetly smells the simmer green" in Love Songs (1825–1826)
* "Bonnie Chirsty" in The Book of Scottish Song (1843)
# Bonny Jean (1)/Bonny Jean

There was a Lass.
There was a lass, and she was fair, At kirk or market to be seen, When a' the fairest maids were met, The fairest maid was bonny Jean.
And ay she wrought her mammy's wark And ay she sung sae merrilie; The blithest bird upon the bush, Had ne'er a lighter heart than she.
But hawks will rob the tender jays, That bless the little lint-white's nest; And frost will blight the fairest flowers, And love will break the soundest rest.
Young Robie was the brawest lad, The flower and pride of a' the glen. And he had owsen, sheep, and kye, And wanton naigies nine or ten.
He gaed wi' Jeanie to the tryste, He danc'd wi' Jeanie on the down; And lang e'er witless Jeanie wist Her heart was tint, her peace was stown.
​As in the bosom o’ the stream, The moon-beam dwells at dewy e'en; So; trembling, pure, was tender love, Within the breast o’ bonnie Jean.
And now she works her mammie’s wark, And ay she sighs wi' grief and pain, Yet wist na what her ail might be, Or what wad mak her weel again.
But didna Jeanie's heart loup light, And didna joy blink in her e'e, As Robin tauld a tale o' love, Ae day upon the flowery lea.
The sun was sinking in the west, The birds sang sweet in ilka grove, His cheek to hers he fond y prest, And whisper'd thus his tale of love.
O Jeanie fair, I lo'e thee dear, O canst thou think to fancy me? Or wilt thou leave thy mammie’s cot, And learn to tent the farms wi' me?
At barn or byre thou shall na drudge, Or naething else to trouble thee; But stray amang the heather bells, And tent the waving corn wi’ me.
​Now what could artless Jeanie do? She had nae will to say him na; At length she blush'd a sweet consent, And love was ay atween them twa.
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# Bonny Jean (1)/Although my Meg's gien me the bag

Although my Meg's gie'n me the bag.
Although my Meg's gien me the bag The fling, or what d'ye ca' that, An' squares wi' Jock, the Lunnon buck, I'm no to greet for a' that; For a' that, an' a' that, An' twice as muckle's a' that, Though she be sweet, for kissing meet. An' muckle mair than a' that.
​There's mony a ane for less wad mane, In drear kirk-yards an' a' that, An' tell the pale moon sic a tale, Wad break her heart an' a' that Till frae his wits like a' that, He'd take a race wi' a' that, Some gloamin' grey, and syle the Tay, Cheat fishermen, an' a' that.
But by my sooth, I wad be laith, Sic pranks to play, an' a’ that, Nor shall she boast, that I hae lost, Ae hours repose for a' that. She's fair, but what o' a' that. There's plenty mair wi' a' that, That glad will be to mak wi' me, A wedding o't, an' a' that
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# Bonny Jean (1)/Samuel Macaree's ghaist

Samuel Macaree's Ghaist.
The ten-hour bell wi' heavy jow, Had rung in ilka borough town, The winds sough'd dreary o'er the knowe, And night had on her blackest gown. As at the fire I sat alane, Wi' tears o' sorrow i' my ee, ​Thinking upon my dead and gane, Auld honest Samuel Macaree.
The door, though locked firm and fast, Flew wi' a clash against the wa', Upstarting, round my looks I cast, When, saints and angels! what I saw, Stood full before me, on the floor, Just clad as he was wont to be, But ah! sae toom, sae pale and poor, Departed Samuel Macaree.
"Oh, dread nae evil, he began, 'Tis nane o' Satan's imps you see, For I’m the ghaist o' thy guidman, Wha ne'er could think o' harming thee; But greet nae mair, if that ye bear The sma'est spark o' love to me, For willa-wa you're wranging sair, The weary Samuel Macaree.
My wynin'-sheet wi' tears is weet, I wander, restless, up and down, Maun traichel thro' the wintry sleet, When ither ghaists are sleeping sound. This night I tried to get a nap, But scarce had clos'd my drowsy ee, When ye let fa' a muckle drap, That waken'd Samuel Macaree.
​I've lain a towmond in the ground, And yet my grave has ne'er been green, While a' around wi' flowers abound, For this I hae to thank your een. What! wad you hae me come again? Is aught in life sae sweet to prie? A bitter draught o' grief and pain, It prov'd to Samuel Macaree.
Ere lang gae by we baith shall meet, An' marry never to be twin'd—" Here down I fell to kiss his feet, But feint a foundit could I find, Nor saw him mair, but i' my ear, These words were harkit tenderly — "Adieu my Ann, to mourn forbear, Oh! pity Samuel Macaree."
FINIS.
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# Bonny Gilderoy/Gen. Wolfe's victory

GEN. WOLFE VICTORY.
Britons loyal and bold, Who could never be controll’d By the French.--See the bravest of his sex, British Wolfe, st u and good, Made the rivers run with blood, At the glorious conquest of Quebec.
​Brave Wolfe was our commander, Montcalm was their defender, Their numbers did us sorely dismay: But brave Wolfe, stout and bold, He would never be controll’d, And his last dying words were, Huzza!
Contented now I die, Since we’ve gain’d the victory, As you tell me the battle is our own; Let my soul depart in peace, And the wars for ever cease, Since my life for fair Britain is gone.
The Highlanders in hot blood ! And the Sailors, stout and rude, Like mad-men did clash them away: When the French began to run, We advanced on their ground; But our grief was for Wolfe- -O that day!
Then the citv it surrender’d, The gates straights we enter’d, Our (illegible text) the harbour lay thick: We thanked the Most High, For this signal victory, At the glorious conquest of Quebec.
FINIS.
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# Bonny Gilderoy/Plato's advice

PLATO's ADVICE.
Says Plato, Why should man be vain, since bounteous Heav’n has made him great? Why look with insolent disdain on those undeck’d with wealth or state? Can costly robes, or beds of down, or all the gems that deck the fair, Can all the glories of a crrwn give health, or case the brow of care?
​The scepter’d King, the burden’d slave, the humble and the haughty die; The rich, the poor, the base, the brave, in dust, without distinction, lye! Go search the tombs where monarchs rest, who once the greatest titles wore, Of wealth and glory they’re bereft, and all their honours are no more.
So flies the meteor thro’ the skies, and spreads along a gilded train; When shot, ’tis gone! its beauty dies! dissolves to common air again! So ’tis with us, my loving friends, Let friendship reign, while here we stay: Let’s crown our joy with virtuous deeds, when call’d to die, we must obey.
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# Bonny Gilderoy

BONNY
Gilderoy.
Plato’s Advice,
AND
Gen. Wolfe’s Victory.
FALKIRK—T. JOHNSTON, PRINTER.
1815.
* Bonny Gilderoy
* Plato's advice
* Gen. Wolfe's victory
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# Castes and Tribes of Southern India/Sajje

​Sajje (millet: Setaria italica). — An exogamous sept of Dēvānga.
# Castes and Tribes of Southern India/Rūdrākshala

​Rūdrākshala (the drupe of Elœocarpus Ganitrus). — An exogamous sept of Karna Sālēs. The drupes are polished, and worn as a rosary or necklet by Saivite Brāhmans, Pandārams, Nāttukōttai Chettis, and others. ​They are supposed to be the tears of ecstasy which Siva (Rūdra) once shed, and are consequently sacred to him. They have a number of lobes (or faces), varying from one to six, divided externally by deep furrows. Those with five lobes are the most common, but those with one (eka mukha) or six (shan mukha) are very rare, and have been known to be sold for a thousand rupees. One form of the drupe is called Gauri shanka, and is worn in a golden receptacle by Dīkshitar Brāhmans at Chidambaram, and by some Pandārams who are managers of matams (religious institutions). The plate represents a Telugu Saivite Vaidiki Brāhman clad in a coat of rudrāksha beads, wearing a head-dress of the same, and holding in his hand wooden castanets, which are played as an accompaniment to his songs. Until he became too old to bear the weight, he wore also a loin-cloth made of these beads.
# Castes and Tribes of Southern India/Sachchari

​Sachchari.— A synonym of Relli. Another form of the word Chachchadi.
# Castes and Tribes of Southern India/Sahavāsi

​Sahavāsi.— The Sahavāsis are described, in the Mysore Census Report, 1891, as "immigrants like the Chitpāvanās. Sahavāsi means co-tenant or associate, and the name is said to have been earned by the community in the following manner. In remote times a certain Brāhman came upon hidden treasure, but, to his ​amazement, the contents appeared in his eye to be all live scorpions. Out of curiosity, he hung one of them outside his house. A little while after, a woman of inferior caste, who was passing by the house, noticed it to be gold, and, upon her questioning him about it, the Brāhman espoused her, and by her means was able to enjoy the treasure. He gave a feast in honour of his acquisition of wealth. He was subsequently outcasted for his mésalliance with the low caste female, while those that ate with him were put under a ban, and thus acquired the nickname."
# Castes and Tribes of Southern India/Rūdra

​Rūdra.— One of the various names of Siva. A sub-division of Palli.
# Castes and Tribes of Southern India/Sagarakula

​Sagarakula.___A synonym of the Upparas, who claim descent from a king Sagara Chakravarthi of the Mahābhārata.
# Castes and Tribes of Southern India/Sakala

​'Sakala.— See Tsākala.
# Castes and Tribes of Southern India/Rōlan

​Rōlan.—Rōlan, or Rōli Cheruman, is a sub-division of Cheruman.
# Castes and Tribes of Southern India/Sajjana

​Sajjana (good men). — A synonym of Lingāyat Gānigas.
# Castes and Tribes of Southern India/Saddikūdu

​Saddikūdu (cold rice or food). — An exogamous sept of Golla.
# Bohemian legends and other poems/Simon Abeles

SIMON ABELES.
Here in this grave a little martyr lies— A little boy who counted but ten years, Killed by his father in a moment dread. This Jewish child amidst the Christian dead, Was carried by all Prague with groans and sighs, In the Týn Minster amidst many tears.
Killed by his father! ’Tis an awful thought— This Jewish boy had dared to be baptized, Had dared to tell his father of his hope, And bid defiance to the whip and rope He knew would wait him for the faith he sought, The faith that by his fathers was despised.
Oft when they drove him forth to earn his bread, In the Týn Minster he had stood and heard The gracious message of our blessed Lord, And he in silence stood there and adored. At length one day a Jesuit priest had said, “What brings thee here to listen to the Word?”
And then the Jewish boy his heart outpoured, Told of the love he felt for Him who died, And how he yearned to come within that fold Of perfect peace of which the priest had told. The monk then told him, from his mind well stored, Things of the faith, for which the poor boy sighed.
And so they met and conversed many days, Until the priest said one morn, “Come, my son, I will baptize thee, since it is thy will, But thou must come and see me often still.” “My father,” said the child, “you know God’s ways, There must be struggle, ere the crown be won.”
“Come live with us, my child,” the monk replied, “If aught you dread before your father’s wrath.” “My heart misgives me,” said the boy. “I fear, I know not what—ah, well, the Lord is near.” And so they parted, and the poor boy sighed, While the monk watched him going down the path.
Three days went by the boy was seen no more— Then the priests sought him, and they found him dead; Killed by his father in a moment wild, There on his bed they found the bleeding child, With marks of many sufferings that he bore, Before his childish spirit to Christ fled.
They hung his father. But the martyred boy With solemn pomp they bore to his last rest. By the high altar amidst chanting sad, And grief of the vast multitude, the lad Was buried, while they prayed that heaven’s joy Might be his own, who died a martyr blessed.
↑ * Simon Abeles, a Jewish boy, was killed by his own father, because he turned Christian, the 21st of February, 1694. He was buried with great pomp as a martyr, in a glass coffin, on the right side of the altar in the Týn Minster in Prague.—Chronik von Böhmen, 1854.
# Bohemian legends and other poems/Song of a Soldier

Folk song
SONG OF A SOLDIER.
Very soon ended the dream of my life— Yesterday I galloped gladly, To-day my heart’s Blood rushes madly, To-morrow I sleep in death, To-morrow I sleep in death. Tra, la, la, la.
Your boyhood and youth have ended too soon; You had a soldier’s brow of pride, And your cheeks were like the roses dyed; They have faded now, alas! They have faded now, alas! Tra, la, la, la.
Know no fear let the will of God be done; Write about me a warrior’s song, That I was brave and did no wrong; I die gladly for my land, I die gladly for my land. Tra, la, la, la.
# Bohemian legends and other poems/Saddle my Charger

SADDLE MY CHARGER.
“Like the wild storm, I would fly through the air— Saddle my horse! In the forest I’ll dare! “Lady, my lady! the rocks seem to shake, While the heavens with lightning are flaming, In the storm the forest moans like a lake— Oh, go not my lady—’Tis awful to-day!”
“With lightning and wind I’ll ride for a stake! Go saddle my charger make no mistake.” “Lady, my lady! Oh, risk not your life, Wild beasts in the forest prowl to-night, And foxes are howling amidst the strife, Who knows if the forest you’d leave alive?”
‘To hunt the wild beasts in storm is delight, Saddle! The fox with my spear I’ll kill outright!” “Lady, oh listen! Your lord comes to-day— Will you not welcome him back to his home? You know he'll repay you—revenge his way! Stay at home lady! Dreadful is your lord!”
“I know it! Him only I dread to-day— With the whirlwind I’ll fly out of his way! Terrible is it to live in his sight. Awful to meet him, no love in my heart— Saddle! Let me hide myself from his might! With whirlwind and foxes ’tis easier to fight.”
# Bohemian legends and other poems/Song X

SONG X.
Calm have grown now our hearts, Very calm and still, my God. Never think we of the past, What we were, and used to laud.
If we thought our hearts would ache, And despair would crown our brow; Of the men we might have been, And the beings we are now.