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# Latter Day Saints' Messenger and Advocate/Volume 2/Number 1/Hymns

HYMNS.
Now we'll sing with one accord,
For a prophet of the Lord,
Bringing forth his precious word,
Cheers the saints as anciently.
When the world in darkness lay,
Lo, he sought the better way,
And he heard the Savior say,
"Go and prune my vineyard, son!"
And an angel surely, then,
For a blessing unto men,
Brought the priesthood back again,
In its eminent purity.
Even Joseph he inspires:
Yea, his heart he truly fires.
With the light that he desires
For the work of righteousness.
And the book of Mormon true,
With its cov'nant ever new,
For the Gentile and the Jew,
He translated secretly.
The commandments to the church,
Which the saints will always search,
(Where the joys of heaven perch,)
Came through him from Jesus Christ.
Precious are his years to come.
While the righteous gather home,
For the great Millenium.
Where he'll rest in blessedness.
Prudent in this world of woes,
He will triumph o'er his foes,
While the realm of Zion grows
Purer for eternity.
P.
Composed on the going down of the sun on the last day of summer, 1835.
The sun that declines in the far western sky,
Has rolled o'er our heads till the summer's gone by;
And hush'd are the notes of the warblers of spring
That in the green bow'r did exultingly sing.
The changes for autumn already appear.
A harvest of plenty has crown'd the glad year;
While so't smiling a phyrs, our fancies to please.
Bring odors of joy from the laden fruit trees.
As the summer of youth passes swiftly along,
And silvery locks soon our temples adorn:
So the fair smiling landscape and flowery lawn,
Though lost is their beauty their glory has come:
O when the sweet summer of life shall have fled,
Her joys and her sorrows entomb'd with the dead,
Then may we by faith like good Enoch arise,
And be crown'd with the just in the midst of the skies.
Descend with the Savior in glory profound,
And reign in perfection when satan is bound;
While love and sweet union together shall blend
And peace, gentle peace, like a river extend.
# Latter Day Saints' Messenger and Advocate/Volume 2/Number 1/Editorial 2

Listed in the index as the "Apology editorial"
Duty calls upon us again, to state to our brethren and friends, (notwithstanding it is a painful task,) to say that a multiplicity of business, absence of some of our hands and the illness of others, are some of the causes why the Messenger and Advocate is again delayed beyond its usual time of publication. We hope that in time to come, we shall be able to issue each number in the time and season thereof. Notwithstanding our many embarrassments, we are laboring day and night to bring about and accomplish the work which is committed to us, through the dispensation of the new and everlasting covenant, which has come forth in these last days through the merits and mercies of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ: and the prayers of the saints from Adam to Enoch, from Enoch to Noah, from Noah to Abraham, from Abraham to Isaac, from Isaac to Jacob, from Jacob to Elijah, from Elijah to John, and from him until the church fled into the wilderness: and also from Lehi to Nephi, from Nephi to Alma, from Alma to Leghi [Lehi], from Leghi [Lehi] to Mormon and from Mormon to Maroni [Moroni], who have all prayed that the time might come, that Israel should be gathered and dwell on the earth for a season, when "Righteousness should cover the earth, as the waters do the great deep." They prayed in faith too, and prophesied of it, and sang praises to God and the Lamb, for his goodness and mercy which endureth forever.
SEE TO IT.
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# Latter Day Saints' Messenger and Advocate/Volume 2/Number 10

Source document in Mormon Publications: 19th and 20th Centuries online archive: Messenger and Advocate Vol. 2 Note: Some headings and bracketed texts are editorial and not part of the original text.
LATTER DAY SAINTS' :
| MESSENGER AND ADVOCATE |||
| Volume II. No. 10.] | KIRTLAND, OHIO, JULY, 1836. | [Whole No. 22. |

## Contents

* Comment on 1st Timothy 2:1,2
* 2d SERIES—LETTER No. 1
* A Prophetic Warning

## Messenger and Advocate

* Editorials
* TO THE SAINTS ABROAD
* CONFERENCE.
* FROM THE ELDERS ABROAD.
* THE LATTER DAY SAINTS'
* Messenger and Advocate,
* Is printed and published every month at Kirtland, Geauga Co. Ohio, by
* Oliver Cowdery,
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# Keyser v. Hitz

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United States Supreme Court
133 U.S. 138
Keyser v. Hitz
Leigh Robinson, for plaintiff in error.
Enoch Tollen, for defendant in error.
Mr. Justice HARLAN, after stating the facts in the foregoing language, delivered the opinion of the court.

## Notes

This work is in the public domain in the United States because it is a work of the United States federal government (see 17 U.S.C. 105).
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# Keystone Bridge Company v. Phoenix Iron Company

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United States Supreme Court
95 U.S. 274
Keystone Bridge Company v. Phoenix Iron Company
APPEAL from the Circuit Court of the United States for the Eastern District of Pennsylvania.
The facts are stated in the opinion of the court.
The case was argued by Mr. Henry Baldwin, Jr., for the appellant, and by Mr. George Harding for the appellee.
MR. JUSTICE BRADLEY delivered the opinion of the court.

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# Keystone Driller Company v. General Excavator Company

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United States Supreme Court
290 U.S. 240
Keystone Driller Company v. General Excavator Company
Argued: Oct. 9, 1933. --- Decided: Dec 4, 1933
Messrs. Wm. H. Boyd and F. O. Richey, both of Cleveland, Ohio, for petitioner.
Messrs. Edwin P. Corbett, of Columbus, Ohio, and Lloyd T. Williams, of Toledo, Ohio, for respondents.
Mr. justice BUTLER delivered the opinion of the Court.

## Notes

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# Keystone Manganese Iron Company v. Martin

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United States Supreme Court
132 U.S. 91
Keystone Manganese Iron Company v. Martin
U. M. Rose and G. B. Rose, for appellant.
J. M. Moore and G. N. Tillman, for appellee.
BLATCHFORD, J.

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# Keystone Driller Company v. Northwest Engineering Corporation

United States Supreme Court
294 U.S. 42
Keystone Driller Company v. Northwest Engineering Corporation
Argued: Dec. 5, 1934. --- Decided: Jan 7, 1935
Mr. Clarence P. Byrnes, of Pittsburgh, Pa., for petitioner.
Mr. Frank Parker Davis, of Chicago, Ill., for respondent.
Mr. Justice ROBERTS delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Les Misérables/Volume 2/Book First

Chapters:
* Chapter 1: What is met with on the Way from Nivelles
* Chapter 2: Hougomont
* Chapter 3: The Eighteenth of June, 1815
* Chapter 4: A
* Chapter 5: The Quid Obscurum of Battles
* Chapter 6: Four o'clock in the Afternoon
* Chapter 7: Napoleon in a Good Humor
* Chapter 8: The Emperor puts a Question to the Guide Lacoste
* Chapter 9: The Unexpected
* Chapter 10: The Plateau of Mont-Saint-Jean
* Chapter 11: A Bad Guide to Napoleon; a Good Guide to Bulow
* Chapter 12: The Guard
* Chapter 13: The Catastrophe
* Chapter 14: The Last Square
* Chapter 15: Cambronne
* Chapter 16: Quot Libras in Duce?
* Chapter 17: Is Waterloo to be considered Good?
* Chapter 18: A Recrudescence of Divine Right
* Chapter 19: The Battle-Field at Night
# Les Misérables/Volume 2/Book First/Chapter 11

The painful surprise of Napoleon is well known. Grouchy hoped for, Blucher arriving. Death instead of life.
Fate has these turns; the throne of the world was expected; it was Saint Helena that was seen.
If the little shepherd who served as guide to Bulow, Blucher's lieutenant, had advised him to debouch from the forest above Frischemont, instead of below Plancenoit, the form of the nineteenth century might, perhaps, have been different. Napoleon would have won the battle of Waterloo. By any other route than that below Plancenoit, the Prussian army would have come out upon a ravine impassable for artillery, and Bulow would not have arrived.
Now the Prussian general, Muffling, declares that one hour's delay, and Blucher would not have found Wellington on his feet. "The battle was lost."
It was time that Bulow should arrive, as will be seen. He had, moreover, been very much delayed. He had bivouacked at Dion-le-Mont, and had set out at daybreak; but the roads were impassable, and his divisions stuck fast in the mire. The ruts were up to the hubs of the cannons. Moreover, he had been obliged to pass the Dyle on the narrow bridge of Wavre; the street leading to the bridge had been fired by the French, so the caissons and ammunition-wagons could not pass between two rows of burning houses, and had been obliged to wait until the conflagration was extinguished. It was mid-day before Bulow's vanguard had been able to reach Chapelle-Saint-Lambert.
Had the action been begun two hours earlier, it would have been over at four o'clock, and Blucher would have fallen on the battle won by Napoleon. Such are these immense risks proportioned to an infinite which we cannot comprehend.
The Emperor had been the first, as early as mid-day, to descry with his field-glass, on the extreme horizon, something which had attracted his attention. He had said, "I see yonder a cloud, which seems to me to be troops." Then he asked the Duc de Dalmatie, "Soult, what do you see in the direction of Chapelle-Saint-Lambert?" The marshal, levelling his glass, answered, "Four or five thousand men, Sire; evidently Grouchy." But it remained motionless in the mist. All the glasses of the staff had studied "the cloud" pointed out by the Emperor. Some said: "It is trees." The truth is, that the cloud did not move. The Emperor detached Domon's division of light cavalry to reconnoitre in that quarter.
Bulow had not moved, in fact. His vanguard was very feeble, and could accomplish nothing. He was obliged to wait for the body of the army corps, and he had received orders to concentrate his forces before entering into line; but at five o'clock, perceiving Wellington's peril, Blucher ordered Bulow to attack, and uttered these remarkable words: "We must give air to the English army."
A little later, the divisions of Losthin, Hiller, Hacke, and Ryssel deployed before Lobau's corps, the cavalry of Prince William of Prussia debouched from the forest of Paris, Plancenoit was in flames, and the Prussian cannon-balls began to rain even upon the ranks of the guard in reserve behind Napoleon.
# Les Misérables/Volume 2/Book First/Chapter 14

Several squares of the Guard, motionless amid this stream of the defeat, as rocks in running water, held their own until night. Night came, death also; they awaited that double shadow, and, invincible, allowed themselves to be enveloped therein. Each regiment, isolated from the rest, and having no bond with the army, now shattered in every part, died alone. They had taken up position for this final action, some on the heights of Rossomme, others on the plain of Mont-Saint-Jean. There, abandoned, vanquished, terrible, those gloomy squares endured their death-throes in formidable fashion. Ulm, Wagram, Jena, Friedland, died with them.
At twilight, towards nine o'clock in the evening, one of them was left at the foot of the plateau of Mont-Saint-Jean. In that fatal valley, at the foot of that declivity which the cuirassiers had ascended, now inundated by the masses of the English, under the converging fires of the victorious hostile cavalry, under a frightful density of projectiles, this square fought on. It was commanded by an obscure officer named Cambronne. At each discharge, the square diminished and replied. It replied to the grape-shot with a fusillade, continually contracting its four walls. The fugitives pausing breathless for a moment in the distance, listened in the darkness to that gloomy and ever-decreasing thunder.
When this legion had been reduced to a handful, when nothing was left of their flag but a rag, when their guns, the bullets all gone, were no longer anything but clubs, when the heap of corpses was larger than the group of survivors, there reigned among the conquerors, around those men dying so sublimely, a sort of sacred terror, and the English artillery, taking breath, became silent. This furnished a sort of respite. These combatants had around them something in the nature of a swarm of spectres, silhouettes of men on horseback, the black profiles of cannon, the white sky viewed through wheels and gun-carriages, the colossal death's-head, which the heroes saw constantly through the smoke, in the depths of the battle, advanced upon them and gazed at them. Through the shades of twilight they could hear the pieces being loaded; the matches all lighted, like the eyes of tigers at night, formed a circle round their heads; all the lintstocks of the English batteries approached the cannons, and then, with emotion, holding the supreme moment suspended above these men, an English general, Colville according to some, Maitland according to others, shouted to them, "Surrender, brave Frenchmen!" Cambronne replied, "-----."
{EDITOR'S COMMENTARY: Another edition of this book has the word "Merde!" in lieu of the ----- above.}
# Little Jack Rabbit's Adventures/Chapter 28

THE NEW SLEIGH
The Old Farm Yard was a very comfortable sort of a place. Little Jack Rabbit liked to go there, for all the Barnyard Folk were very nice to him, especially Henny Penny and Cocky Doodle, who always gave him some of their corn.
Then, too, it was great fun playing about the High Haystack. Here they all gathered after a snow storm, for the snow soon melted on the sunny side.
Another reason, too, why the little rabbit came so often was because many of his friends were tucked away for a long winter's nap.
​Busy Beaver was safe in his little house under the ice in the Forest Pool. Squirrel Nutcracker and his family came out only on warm, sunshiny days. The rest of the time they spent sleeping in their warm little houses. As for Granddaddy Bullfrog, he never showed up—he was sound asleep in the soft mud at the bottom of the Old Duck Pond.
The little rabbit's mother had told him not to go too often to the Old Farm Yard for fear the Kind Farmer might not like it. "Henny Penny and Cocky Doodle are your friends," she told him, "but I'm not so sure about Mr. Farmer."
​food. I'm sure he's very good and kind."
"Don't be too sure," answered the little rabbit's mother, with a knowing wag of her head.
One day when the little bunny hopped into the Old Farm Yard he heard Cocky Doodle say:
"It's a beautiful sleigh!" And just as Little Jack Rabbit was going to ask what he meant, the Kind Farmer came out of the Big Red Barn with Betsy, the Old Gray Mare, and hitched her up to a beautiful dark green sleigh.
"Git ap!" he said, snapping the whip over her back.
"Oh, Oh!" cried the little rabbit, "Maybe mother is right. I guess he's not such a kind farmer after all!" But of course ​the little bunny didn't know that the Kind Farmer hardly touched Old Betsy, although the whip made a loud crack and she threw out her heels and ran off at a great rate.
# Little Jack Rabbit's Adventures/Chapter 30

MRS. ORIOLE'S MIRROR
"Helloa, little rabbit," said Ducky Waddles. "I guess I'll go down to the Old Duck Pond and take a swim." So off he went, wabbly, wabbly, on his big yellow feet, and pretty soon he saw Granddaddy Bullfrog on his log. The old gentleman frog was feeling very fine this lovely spring morning, for he had just eaten thirty-three flies, and that's a pretty good breakfast, let me tell you, even if the advertisements say you must ​eat shavings and cream to be perfectly well.
"Good morning, Ducky Waddles," said Granddaddy Bullfrog. "Have you heard the news?"
"What news?" asked Ducky Waddles, taking off his collar and his blue necktie before jumping into the water.
"Why, the Farmer's Boy has gone to the city to see his old maid aunt," said Granddaddy Bullfrog with a grin. "He won't throw stones at me now for maybe a week."
"Well, that's good news," said Ducky Waddles. "Now I can take a swim without worrying about my new necktie." And he flopped into the water with a splash that almost frightened to death a little who was swimming close by.
"Gracious me!" said the Little Tadpole, ​whose name was Tad, "if that old duck had seen me he would have gobbled me up as quick as a winkerty blinkerty." And then he hid behind a water lily stem until Ducky Waddles was far away.
Well, Ducky Waddles hadn't gone very far before Mrs. Oriole, who had a nest like a long white stocking on a branch of the weeping willow tree, began to sing:
"Ha, ha!" laughed Professor Jim Crow, who happened to come by just then. "What sort of a bird lives in the Bubbling Brook?"
"Well, I can tell you one thing," said ​Mrs. Oriole, "she doesn't keep her feathers well combed."
And then you should have heard that wise old blackbird laugh.
"Well, when you look in the Bubbling Brook again," he said, "comb your feathers, Mrs. Oriole, and perhaps that other bird will do the same."
And would you believe it, that's just what happened? But how Professor Jim Crow knew it I'm sure I don't know, unless his wife had a vanity bag with a little mirror in it, as all the ladies do nowadays who don't vote, I'm told.
# Little Jack Rabbit's Adventures/Chapter 24

SUNSHINE
"Where did you get your red coat?" asked Little Jack Rabbit, looking up from the Old Bramble Patch.
"Oh, that's my secret," answered Red Bird from the Old Rail Fence. "There's been a legend in our family about it ever since the Flood."
"You don't say so," exclaimed the little rabbit.
"You've heard of the Great Flood, I suppose, that happened hundreds and hundreds of years ago?"
Little Jack Rabbit nodded. "I hope we don't get another to wash away the Old Bramble Patch."
​"Well," continued Red Bird, "the legend is that one day, after it had been raining ever so long, when there was nothing but water all around and everybody in the ark was feeling very miserable, Mother Noah wrung her hands and said, 'Oh, dear! We'll all be lost. We'll never get ashore!'
"Just then my ancestor began to whistle, and the next minute a beam of sunshine broke through the clouds and settled upon him.
"'My dear, we are reproved,' said Father Noah. 'The little bird has more courage than we have. Hear him whistle.'
"Then everybody turned to look at the brave little whistler. He was so embarrassed that he BLUSHED—we were gray before that time, they say—blushed so very ​deeply that our feathers have never lost their bright red from that day to this."
"Well, well," exclaimed the little rabbit. "When do you go away for the winter?"
"I'm not going away—I'm going to stay right here," answered Red Bird.
"You'll find it pretty breezy up there," said Little Jack Rabbit with a twinkle of his pink nose.
"Oh, I don't know. I’ve got on my double-breasted red coat."
"But what will you find to eat when the berries are all gone?" asked the little rabbit.
"I'll pick up crumbs at the Old Farm House," replied Red Bird cheerfully.
"You've got a sunshiny disposition," said Little Jack Rabbit admiringly. "I guess your ancestors handed down something be​sides a red coat—some of that sunshine that turned his feathers red must have crept into his heart."
"I don't know," replied Red Bird.
"Maybe it doesn't make much difference how you got it, as long as you keep it," said the little bunny as he hopped back into the Old Bramble Patch to tell his mother all about it.
# Little Jack Rabbit's Adventures/Chapter 26

PHOEBE PHEASANT
Little Phoebe Pheasant's dew-wet feet hurried along the edge of the Sunny Meadow. Mr. Merry Sun hadn't been up long enough to dry the grass, for it was very early in the morning.
In some places the dew had turned to frost, but the little pheasant didn't mind that in the least, for she is a hardy bird, and not a bit afraid of cold weather.
The weather is about the only thing she isn't afraid of, for she is very timid. Although she sometimes went to the Old Farmyard for breakfast, at the slightest noise she would fly away.
​As she hurried along through the dewy frost she caught sight of Little Jack Rabbit. And as he was the one person she wished to see that morning, it didn't take her long to reach the Old Bramble Patch.
"Good morning, Phoebe Pheasant," said the little bunny. "You seem in a hurry."
"Yes, I'm in a dreadful hurry to ask you something," replied the little pheasant.
"Well, what is it?" laughed the little bunny.
"You remember Turkey Tim left the Old Farmyard before Thanksgiving?"
"Of course I do," answered the little rabbit.
"He wants to know whether the Kind Farmer has been looking for him?" whispered Phoebe Pheasant. "He doesn't dare go back himself to find out."
​"I should say not," answered the little rabbit. "The Kind Farmer's dreadfully put out. He had to go without his Thanksgiving turkey!"
"Then you think it would be dangerous for Turkey Tim to go back to the Old Farmyard?"
"Yes, just now," replied the little bunny. "He'd better wait until everybody has forgotten Thanksgiving."
"It's dreadfully hard on him, all alone in the Shady Forest," sighed the little pheasant. "He's not a Wild Turkey, you know."
"Never mind if he isn't," answered Little Jack Rabbit. "He'll be a Roast Turkey if he goes back now to the Old Farmyard."