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# Harper's Weekly/The Attack Upon Secretary Schurz

From Harper's Weekly, September 1, 1877, p. 679. See also Carl Schurz's U.S. Senate remarks, Fees for Speeches.
THE ATTACK UPON SECRETARY SCHURZ.
An effort has been made to cast obloquy upon Secretary Schurz because he has sometimes been paid for campaign speeches. If he had been paid and had denied it there would be some reason for blaming him, or if he had driven hard bargains he might be accused of avarice. But nothing of the kind appears. Mr. Schurz was a poor man with an ability for public speaking which was so greatly prized that he was invited to leave his occupations and stump different States, sometimes for many days, or even weeks. Of course he could not do it for nothing, and he said to the committees that if they wanted him enough to pay him he would come, but otherwise he could not afford it. The committees decided that the service was worth the sum charged, and it was paid. Mr. Schurz says, and with undoubted truth, that he has given as much time and labor to campaign work as any man in the country, if not more, and that he has done a great deal of such work in the last twenty years for nothing. It certainly is not unreasonable that an able advocate whose services are very useful, and who can not afford to give his services in continuous travel and speaking, should be paid for his work. And it is not unusual to offer any speaker payment when he is sought for a campaign in another State. We knew a Senator of the United States twenty years ago who was a poor man with a large family, and who asked and received payment for such services.
This charge is offensively made against Secretary Schurz to discredit his interest and efforts as a reformer of the spoils system of the public service, and it is made by defenders and agents of that venal system. This is not surprising. A system so miserable naturally destroys faith in high motives of public conduct, and those who defend it most lustily are those who have the utmost contempt for patriotism and political honesty. The attack upon Secretary Schurz was promptly and conclusively met by him. He did not deny that he had been sometimes legitimately paid for campaign services. No honorable man in the country will regard him less favorably for it, or doubt that the services were well worth very much more than all the money ever paid for them. It would be well if all public men who have received money for services of various kinds were as clean in the business as Mr. Schurz.
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# For Whittier's Seventieth Birthday

December 17, 1877
I believe that the copies of verse I've spun, Like Scheherezade's tales, are a thousand and one; You remember the story,—those mornings in bed,— 'Twas the turn of a copper,—a tale or a head.
A doom like Scheherezade's falls upon me In a mandate as stern as the Sultan's decree: I'm a florist in verse, and what would people say If I came to a banquet without my bouquet?
It is trying, no doubt, when the company knows Just the look and the smell of each lily and rose, The green of each leaf in the sprigs that I bring, And the shape of the bunch and the knot of the string.
Yes,—"the style is the man," and the nib of one's pen Makes the same mark at twenty, and three-score and ten; It is so in all matters, if truth may be told; Let one look at the cast he can tell you the mould.
How we all know each other! no use in disguise; Through the holes in the mask comes the flash of the eyes; We can tell by his—somewhat—each one of our tribe, As we know the old hate which we cannot describe.
Though in Hebrew, in Sanscrit, in Choctaw you write, Sweet singer who gave us the Voices of the Night, Though in buskin or slipper your song may be shod, Or the velvety verse that Evangeline trod,
We shall say, "You can't cheat us,—we know it is you," There is one voice like that, but there cannot be two, Maëstro, whose chant like the dulcimer rings: And the woods will be hushed while the nightingale sings.
And he, so serene, so majestic, so true, Whose temple hypæthral the planets shine through, Let us catch but five words from that mystical pen, We should know our one sage from all children of men.
And he whose bright image no distance can dim, Through a hundred disguises we can't mistake him, Whose play is all earnest, whose wit is the edge (With a beetle behind) of a sham-splitting wedge.
Do you know whom we send you, Hidalgos of Spain? Do you know your old friends when you see them again? Hosea was Sancho! you Dons of Madrid, But Sancho that wielded the lance of the Cid!
And the wood-thrush of Essex,—you know whom I mean, Whose song echoes round us while he sits unseen, Whose heart-throbs of verse through our memories thrill Like a breath from the wood, like a breeze from the hill,
So fervid, so simple, so loving, so pure, We hear but one strain and our verdict is sure,— Thee cannot elude us,—no further we search,— 'Tis Holy George Herbert cut loose from his church!
We think it the voice of a seraph that sings,— Alas! we remember that angels have wings,— What story is this of the day of his birth? Let him live to a hundred! we want him on earth!
One life has been paid him (in gold) by the sun; One account has been squared and another begun; But he never will die if he lingers below Till we've paid him in love half the balance we owe!
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# For a' that and a' that

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* For a' that and a' that (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Edinburgh
* For a' that and a' that (1818), a chapbook printed in Edinburgh
* "For a' that and a' that", a poem by Robert Burns

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* For a' That
# For Remembrance (ed. Repplier, 1901)/The Woods

The Convent Woods.
The Woods.
[As a perpetual record, a Jubilee Grove is planted on the brow of the hill called "The Woods." Time and electricity had thinned the trees on this knoll, and Mrs. M. B. Fraley much attached to this playground of childhood, suggested that the old pupils should bestow and name a number of forest trees.]
HE jubilee day would not have been quite perfect without an hour in "The Woods," that playground of our childhood, whereof the very name was a mystery and an awful charm. How deep it seemed, how dark, and how vast! Our youthful imagination readily supplied its moist dells and shady groves with the graceful fairies and grinning dwarfs in whom we were old-fashioned enough to believe, and whose presence the scene demanded. Not Arden's forest was more enchantingly redolent of romance. Jacques, the melancholy, would not have astonished us there, nor Titania have disturbed our games. Is there one of us who does not recall with delightful horror the very name of "Poison Valley"? Are there any other anemones and violets and spring beauties like those that decked "The Woods" every April? To this day the first intoxicating odor of the reviving earth in early spring brings back a flood of happy memories, (for nothing is more subtly suggestive than a perfume), and I am once more a convent girl, rejoicing over the first found bloodroot of the year. Such memories grow only dearer with the passing years; and so it was not strange that to some of us who loved every individual tree of the Eden woods the thought should come that we, too, should like to be represented there by living memorials long after our brief day. Already several sturdy young trees have been planted as souvenirs of convent friendships, and more have been promised. So that it seems as if in time there would be quite a ​grove of representative trees, bearing the names of Eden's old children, and sheltering the newer generations whose good fortune it will be to take our place in "The Woods." If this, their life
"Exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in running- brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in everything,"
shall not the good abide for remembrance?
M. B. F.
# For a' That

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* "For a' That", poem by Robert Burns ("Tho' women's minds, like winter winds")
* "For a' That", another poem by Robert Burns ("Is there, for honest poverty")

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* For a' that and a' that
# Foulke v. Zimmerman

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United States Supreme Court
81 U.S. 113
Foulke v. Zimmerman
ERROR to the Circuit Court for the District of Louisiana.
These were two suits in the court below, in the nature of actions of ejectment to recover certain lots in New Orleans, and also rents and profits. That court gave judgment in both cases for the defendants, and to these judgments the present writs of error were taken.
The case was submitted on briefs, by Mr. W. W. Handlin, for the plaintiff in error, and Mr. E. C. Billings, contra.
Mr. Justice MILLER stated the case and delivered the opinion of the court.

## Notes

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# Found (Lewis)

Extracted from Short Stories (NY), vol 6, 1891, p. 184. One of a series of "Etchings:" sketches, apparently written for Short Stories magazine.
ETCHINGS: FOUND
Chuck! Crash! Rattle!
The Cinnabar mail comes swinging down the canyon. The six horses—wheel, swing, and lead—wear the air of thought common to old stagers. Only one passenger; a slender girl.
Very beautiful she has been in a happier time. To-day her sweet face is sorrow-bitten. In the wistful depths of her eyes one sees the look of hunger which comes when hope lies starving. Eight years and no word. The canyon seems the home of gloom. At long intervals some stout sunbeam writes its shifting signature on the floor. The stage labors and creaks over the shelvy rocks. The driver whistles as he fumbles his six reins. The trace-chains rattle and the straps strain as the horses surge in the six collars.
“Throw up your hands!”
Two faces appear in the bushes at the side—one unmasked and reckless. Their eyes are as bright and accurate as the cold barrels of the Winchesters along which they glance.
At the voice the girl gives a little startled cry of joy.
“Chrish—sh—sh—sh!”
The brake is set to the wheels by the foot of the driver and the coach stops. Without a word or look he clasps his hands above his head. He is old and wise. Drivers who fight or bear witness never live out half their days. Not so the two Wells-Fargo guards. They glide to the ground and open fire. The undaunted hold-ups are no whit behind.
“Bangity! Bang! Bang! Bang!”
The canyon is a cloud of smoke, through the deep folds of which flashes and leaps the incessant Winchester. Now the excited girl springs from the stage in the very course of the bullets. A half sob, and she crushes forward like a flower. The misguided lead of the reckless one has torn through her tender, faithful breast. The smoke still gathers and the bullets whiz. The sanguine rifles still speak cheerfully.
At last it is over—the outlaws win. A wind comes down from the sighing pines and drives away the smoke. It shows the reckless one gazing dumbly at the pulseless form of the girl.
“Alice!” he whispers, “Alice!” and bending gathers her to his breast and kisses her face, now white and cold as snow.
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# Fouché's letter to Wellington, 27 June 1815

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My lord,—You have just illustrated your name by new victories over the French. It is you especially who can appreciate the French nation, In the council of sovereigns united to fix the destinies of Europe, your influence and your credit cannot be less than your glory. Your law of nations has always been justice, and your conscience has always been the guide of your policy. The French nation wishes to live under a monarch, but it wishes that that monarch live under the empire of laws. The republic made us acquainted with the extreme of liberty; the empire, with the extreme of despotism. Our wish now, (and it is immoveable) is to keep at an equal distance from both these extremes. All eyes are now fixed upon England: we de not claim to be more free than she; we do not wish to be less. The representatives of the nation are incessantly employed on a social compact, of which the component powers, separated, but not divided, all contribute, by their reciprocal action, to harmony and unity. From the moment this compact shall be signed by the prince called to reign over us, the sovereign shall receive the sceptre and the crown from the hands of the nation. In the existing state of Europe, one of the greatest calamities is hostility between France and England. No man, my lord, has it more in his power than yourself to replace Europe under a better influence, and in a finer position.
Paris, June 27. "Accept," &c.
# Found

Found, written by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe in 1813, was translated from the original German Gefunden by E.A. Bowring in 1813.
in American English.
in British English.
Once through the forest Alone I went; To seek for nothing My thoughts were bent.
I saw i' the shadow A flower stand there As stars it glisten'd, As eyes 'twas fair.
I sought to pluck it,— It gently said: "Shall I be gather'd Only to fade?"
With all its roots I dug it with care, And took it home To my garden fair.
In silent corner Soon it was set; There grows it ever, There blooms it yet.
# Foundation Stones to Happiness and Success/Equal-Mindedness

Equal-Mindedness
Equal-Mindedness
To be equally minded is to be peacefully minded, for a man cannot be said to have arrived at peace who allows his mind to be disturbed and thrown off the balance by occurrences.
The man of wisdom is dispassionate, and meets all things with the calmness of a mind in repose and free from prejudice. He is not a partisan, having put away passion, and he is always at peace with himself and the world, not taking sides nor defending himself, but sympathizing with all.
The partisan is so convinced that his own. opinion and his own side are right, and all that goes contrary to them is wrong, that he cannot think there is any good in the other opinion and the other side. He lives in a continual fever of attack and defence, and has no knowledge of the quiet peace of an equal mind.
​The equal-minded man watches himself in order to check and overcome even the appearance of passion and prejudice in his mind, and by so doing he develops sympathy for others, and comes to understand their position and particular state of mind; and as he comes to understand others, he perceives the folly of condemning them and opposing himself to them. Thus there grows up in his heart a divine charity which cannot be limited, but which is extended to all things that live and strive and suffer.
When a man is under the sway of passion and prejudice he is spiritually blind. Seeing nothing but good in his own side, and nothing but evil in the other, he cannot see anything as it really is, not even his own side; and not understanding himself, he cannot understand the hearts of others, and thinks it is right that he should condemn them. Thus there grows up in his heart a dark hatred for those who refuse to see with him and who condemn him in return, he be​comes separated from his fellow-men, and confines himself to a narrow torture-chamber of his own making.
Sweet and peaceful are the days of the equal-minded man, fruitful in good, and rich in manifold blessings. Guided by wisdom, he avoids those pathways which lead down to hatred and sorrow and pain, and takes those which lead up to love and peace and bliss. The occurrences of life do not trouble him, nor does he grieve over those things which are regarded by mankind as grievous, but which must befall all men in the ordinary course of nature. He is neither elated by success nor cast down by failure. He sees the events of his life arrayed in their proper proportions, and can find no room for selfish wishes or vain regrets, for vain anticipations and childish disappointments.
And how is this equal-mindedness—this blessed state of mind and life—acquired? Only by overcoming one’s self, only by ​purifying one’s own heart, for the purification of the heart leads to unbiassed comprehension, unbiassed comprehension leads to equal-mindedness, and equal-mindedness leads to peace. The impure man is swept helplessly away on the waves of passion; the pure man guides himself into the harbor of rest. The fool says, “I have an opinion”; the wise man goes about his business.
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# Foundation Stones to Happiness and Success

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FOUNDATION STONES to Happiness and Success by JAMES ALLEN
AUTHOR OF “As a Man Thinketh,” “The Eight Pillars of Prosperity,” &c.
New York THOMAS Y. CROWELL & CO.
COPYRIGHT, 1913, BY THOMAS Y. CROWELL COMPANY
Published September, 1913
Foundation Stones to Happiness and Success
[Advertisements]
BOOKS BY JAMES ALLEN
The Eight Pillars of Prosperity
From Poverty to Power
All These Things Added
Byways of Blessedness
The Life Triumphant
Above Life’s Turmoil
The Mastery of Destiny
As a Man Thinketh
Out From the Heart
Through the Gate of Good
From Passion to Peace
Man: King of Mind, Body, and Circumstance
Poems of Peace
Light on Life’s Difficulties
Foundation Stones to Happiness and Success
Meditations: A Year Book
More Good is the recompense of Good;
More Virtue is the reward of Virtue; More capacity is the crown of Use. In Goodness, Virtue, and the wise use of all our powers is all happiness.
Other forms of happiness are fleeting,
But this abides, and does not pass away.
Foreword
How does a man begin the building of a house? He first secures a plan of the proposed edifice, and then proceeds to build according to the plan, scrupulously following it in every detail, beginning with the foundation. Should he neglect the beginning—the beginning on a mathematical plan—his labour would be wasted, and his building, should it reach completion without tumbling to pieces, would be insecure and worthless. The same law holds good in any important work; the right beginning and first essential is a definite mental plan on which to build.
Nature will have no slipshod work, no slovenliness and she annihilates confusion, or rather, confusion is in itself annihilated. Order, definiteness, purpose, eternally prevail, and he who in his operations ignores ​these mathematical elements at once deprives himself of substantiality, completeness, happiness and success.
James Allen
Editor’s preface
This is one of the last manuscripts written by James Allen. Like all his works it is eminently practical. He never wrote theories, or for the sake of writing; but he wrote when he had a message, and it became a message only when he had lived it out in his own life, and knew that it was good. Thus he wrote facts, which he had proven by practice.
To live out the teaching of this book faithfully in every detail of life will lead one to more than happiness and success—even to Blessedness, Satisfaction and Peace.
Lily L. Allen
    Bryngoleu
       Ilfracombe, England.
Contents
* PAGE
* RIGHT PRINCIPLES1
* SOUND METHODS11
* TRUE ACTIONS21
* TRUE SPEECH29
* EQUAL-MINDEDNESS39
* GOOD RESULTS45
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# Ghost Stories of Chapelizod

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First published in the Dublin University Magazine, January 1851. Republished posthumously in the 1923 collection Madam Crowl's Ghost and Other Tales of Mystery, edited by M. R. James
* Opening
* The Village Bully
* The Sexton's Adventure
* The Spectre Lovers
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# Hebrew Melodies (Byron, 1815)/Advert

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# Hebrew Melodies (Byron, 1815)/Lines on Sir Peter Parker

ON THE DEATH
SIR PETER PARKER, BART.
THE END.
# Heroic Stanzas on the Death of Oliver Cromwell

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* "Heroiqe Stanza's, On the Late Usurper Oliver Cromwel. Written after his Funeral" in Three Poems upon the death of the late Usurper Oliver Cromwell (1682)
* "Heroic Stanzas on the Death of Oliver Cromwell", copied from poets.org, original published source not identified.