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# Stops of Various Quills/Living

LIVING
OW passionately I will my life away Which I would give all that I have to stay; How wildly I hurry, for the change I crave, To hurl myself into the changeless grave!
# Stops of Various Quills/November

* Impression
WEFT of leafless spray Woven fine against the gray Of the autumnal day, And blurred along those ghostly garden tops Clusters of berries crimson as the drops That my heart bleeds when I remember How often, in how many a far November, Of childhood and my children's childhood I was glad, With the wild rapture of the Fall, Of all the beauty, and of all The ruin, now so intolerably sad.
# Stops of Various Quills/Parable

PARABLE
HE young man who had great possessions dreamed That once again he came to Christ and seemed To hear Him making answer as before, "Sell all thou hast and give unto the poor, And come and follow me." And now he did In all immediately as Jesus bid.
Then some of them to whom he gave his wealth Mocked at him for a fool or mad, by stealth Or openly; and others he could see Wasting his substance with a spendthrift glee;
And others yet were tempted, and drawn in The ways of sin that had not dreamed of sin: Others, besides, that took were robbed and killed: Some that had toiled their whole lives were unwilled By riches, and began the life accurst Of idleness, like rich men from the first. Some hid his money in the earth, a root From which should grow a flower of deadly fruit; Some kept, and put it out at usury, And made men slaves with it that had been free.
The young man's dream was broken with his grief, And he awoke to his immense relief, And wept for joy, and cried, "He could not know What dire results from His behests would flow! I must not follow Him, but I can fulfil The spirit, if not the letter, of His will.
Seeing the things I have been shown in sleep, I realize how much better 'twere to keep The means that Providence has bestowed on me, Doubtless for some wise purpose, and to be The humble agency and instrument Of good to others not intelligent Enough to use the gifts of God aright." He rose up with a heart at peace, and light; And thenceforth none of the Deserving Poor Ever went empty-handed from his door.
# Stops of Various Quills/Materials of a Story

MATERIALS OF A STORY
MET a friend of mine the other day Upon the platform of a West End car; We shook hands, and my friend began to say Quickly, as if he were not going far, "Last summer something rather in your way Came to my knowledge. I was asked to see A young man who had come to talk with me Because I was a clergyman; and he Told me at once that he had served his time In the state-prison for a heinous crime, And was just out. He had no friends, or none To speak of; and he seemed far gone
With a bad cough. He said he had not done The thing. They all say that. You cannot tell He might not have been guilty of it. Well, What he now wanted was some place to stay, And work that he could do. I managed it With no great trouble. And then, there began The strangest thing I ever knew. The man, Who showed no other signs of a weak wit, Was hardly settled in his place a week When he came round to see me, and to speak About his lodging. What the matter was He could not say, or would not tell the cause, But he must leave that place; he could not bear To stay. I found another room, but there After another week he could not stay. Again I placed him, and he came to say At the week's end that he must go away. So it went on, week after week, and then At last I made him tell me. It appears That his imprisonment of fifteen years Had worn so deep into the wretch's brain That any place he happened to remain Longer than one day in began to seem His prison and all over again to him; And when the thing had got into this shape, He was quite frantic till he could escape. Curious, was not it? And tragical." "Tragical? I believe you! Was that all? ​What has become of him?" "Oh, he is dead. I told some people of him, and we made A decent funeral for him. At the end It came out that his mother was alive— An outcast—and she asked our leave to attend The ceremony, and then asked us to give The silver coffin plate, carved with his name, And the flowers, to her." "That was touching. She Had some good left in her infamy." "Why, I don't know! I think she sold the things, Together with a neck-pin and some rings That he had left, and drank....But as to blame.... Good-morning to you!" and my friend stepped down At the street crossing. I went on up town.
# Stops of Various Quills/Judgment Day

JUDGMENT DAY
EFORE Him weltered like a shoreless sea The souls of them that had not sought to be, With all their guilt upon them, and they cried, They that had sinned from hate and lust and pride, "Thou that didst make us what we might become, Judge us!" The Judge of all the earth was dumb; But high above them, in His sovereign place, He lifted up the pity of His face.
# Stops of Various Quills/Midway

MIDWAY
O blithe the birds sang in the trees, The trees sang in the wind, I winged me with the morning breeze, And left Care far behind.
But now both birds and trees are mute In the hot hush of noon; And I must up and on afoot, Or Care will catch me soon.
# Stops of Various Quills/Labor and Capital

LABOR AND CAPITAL
Impression
SPITEFUL snow spit through the bitter day In little stinging pellets gray, And crackling on the frozen street About the iron feet, Broad stamped in massy shoes Sharpened and corked for winter use, Of the huge Norman horses plump and round, In burnished brass and shining leather bound, Dragging each heavy fetlock like a mane, And shaking as they pull the ponderous wain With wheels that jar the ground In a small earthquake, where they jolt and grind, And leave a span-wide track behind: ​And hunched upon the load Above the Company's horses like a toad, All hugged together Against the pitiless weather, In an old cardigan jacket and a cap Of mangy fur, And a frayed comforter Around his stiffened chin, too scant to wrap His purple ears, And in his blinking eyes what had been tears, But that they seemed to have frozen there ere they ran, The Company's man.
# Stops of Various Quills/Mortality

MORTALITY
OW many times have I lain down at night, And longed to fall into that gulf of sleep Whose dreamless deep Is haunted by no memory of The weary world above; And thought myself most miserable that I Must impotently lie So long upon the brink Without the power to sink Into that nothingness, and neither feel nor think!
How many times, when day brought back the light After the merciful oblivion Of such unbroken slumber, And once again began to cumber My soul with her forgotten cares and sorrows, And show in long perspective the gray morrows, Stretching monotonously on, Forever narrowing but never done, Have I not loathed to live again and said, It would have been far better to be dead, And yet somehow, I know not why, Remained afraid to die!
# Stops of Various Quills/Peonage

PEONAGE
OW tired the Recording Angel must begin To be of setting down the same old sin, The same old folly, year out and year in, Since I knew how to err, against my name! It makes me sick at heart and sore with shame To think of that monotony of blame, For things I fancied once that I should be Quits with in doing; but at last I see All that I did became a part of me, And cannot be put from me, but must still Remain a potent will within my will, Holding me debtor, while I live, to ill.
# Six Months at the White House/XXXII

XXXII.
In the Executive Chamber one evening, there were present a number of gentlemen, among them Mr. Seward.
A point in the conversation suggesting the thought, the President said: "Seward, you never heard, did you, how I earned my first dollar?" "No," rejoined Mr. Seward. "Well," continued Mr. Lincoln, "I was about eighteen years of age. I belonged, you know, to what they call down South, the 'scrubs;' people who do not own slaves are nobody there. But we had succeeded in raising, chiefly by my labor, sufficient produce, as I thought, to justify me in taking it down the river to sell.
"After much persuasion, I got the consent of mother to go, and constructed a little flatboat, large enough to take a barrel or two of things that we had gathered, with myself and little bundle, down to New Orleans. A steamer was coming down the river. We have, you know, no wharves on ​the Western streams; and the custom was, if passengers were at any of the landings, for them to go out in a boat, the steamer stopping and taking them on board.
"I was contemplating my new flatboat, and wondering whether I could make it stronger or improve it in any particular, when two men came down to the shore in carriages with trunks, and looking at the different boats singled out mine, and asked, 'Who owns this?' I answered, somewhat modestly, 'I do.' 'Will you,' said one of them, 'take us and our trunks out to the steamer?' 'Certainly,' said I. I was very glad to have the chance of earning something. I supposed that each of them would give me two or three bits. The trunks were put on my flatboat, the passengers seated themselves on the trunks, and I sculled them out to the steamboat.
"They got on board, and I lifted up their heavy trunks, and put them on deck. The steamer was about to put on steam again, when I called out that they had forgotten to pay me. Each of them took from his pocket a silver half-dollar, and threw it on the floor of my boat. I could scarcely believe my eyes as I picked up the money. Gentlemen, you may think it was a very little thing, and in these days it seems to me a trifle; but it was a most important incident in my life. I could scarcely credit that I, a poor boy, had earned a dollar in less than a day,—that by honest work I had earned a ​dollar. The world seemed wider and fairer before me. I was a more hopeful and confident being from that time."
# Six Months at the White House/XXVIII

XXVIII.
In Barrett's biography of Mr. Lincoln, it is stated that the first draft of the Emancipation Proclamation was written on board of the steamboat returning from his 8th of July visit to the army at Harrison's Landing. This circumstance was not included in the statement given me, and to others in my presence, at different times; but from the known relations of the author with the President, it is undoubtedly true. The original draft was written upon one side of four ​half sheets of official foolscap. He flung down upon the table one day for me, several sheets of the same, saying, "There, I believe, is some of the very paper which was used;—if not, it was, at any rate, just like it." The original draft is dated September 22d, 1862, and was presented to the Army Relief Bazaar, at Albany, N.Y., in 1864. It is in the proper handwriting of Mr. Lincoln, excepting two interlineations in pencil, by Secretary Seward, and the formal heading and ending, which were written by the chief clerk of the State Department.
The final Proclamation was signed on New Year's Day, 1863. The President remarked to Mr. Colfax, the same evening, that the signature appeared somewhat tremulous and uneven. "Not," said he, "because of any uncertainty or hesitation on my part; but it was just after the public reception, and three hours' hand-shaking is not calculated to improve a man's chirography." Then changing his tone, he added: "The South had fair warning, that if they did not return to their duty, I should strike at this pillar of their strength. The promise must now be kept, and I shall never recall one word."
I remember to have asked him, on one occasion, if there was not some opposition manifested on the part of several members of the Cabinet to this policy. He replied, "Nothing more than I have stated to you. Mr. Blair thought we should lose ​the fall elections, and opposed it on that ground only." "I have understood," said I, "that Secretary Smith was not in favor of your action. Mr. Blair told me that, when the meeting closed, he and the Secretary of the Interior went away together, and that the latter said to him, if the President carried out that policy, he might count on losing Indiana, sure!" "He never said anything of the kind to me," returned the President. "And what is Mr. Blair's opinion now?" I asked. "Oh," was the prompt reply, "he proved right in regard to the fall elections, but he is satisfied that we have since gained more than we lost." "I have been told," I added, "that Judge Bates doubted the constitutionality of the proclamation." "He never expressed such an opinion in my hearing," replied Mr. Lincoln. "No member of the Cabinet ever dissented from the policy, in any conversation with me."
# Six Months at the White House/XXX

XXX.
Mr. Chase told me that at the Cabinet meeting, immediately after the battle of Antietam, and just prior to the issue of the September Proclamation, the President entered upon the business before them, by saying that "the time for the annunciation of the emancipation policy could be no longer delayed. Public sentiment," he thought, "would sustain it—many of his warmest friends and supporters demanded it—and he had promised his ​God that he would do it!" The last part of this was uttered in a low tone, and appeared to be heard by no one but Secretary Chase, who was sitting near him. He asked the President if he correctly understood him. Mr. Lincoln replied: "I made a solemn vow before God, that if General Lee was driven back from Pennsylvania, I would crown the result by the declaration of freedom to the slaves."
In February 1865, a few days after the passage of the "Constitutional Amendment," I went to Washington, and was received by Mr. Lincoln with the kindness and familiarity which had characterized our previous intercourse. I said to him at this time that I was very proud to have been the artist to have first conceived of the design of painting a picture commemorative of the Act of Emancipation; that subsequent occurrences had only confirmed my own first judgment of that act as the most sublime moral event in our history. "Yes," said he,—and never do I remember to have noticed in him more earnestness of expression or manner,—"as affairs have turned, it is the central act of my administration, and the great event of the nineteenth century."
# Six Months at the White House/XXXV

XXXV.
I have elsewhere intimated that Mr. Lincoln was capable of much dramatic power. It is true this was never exhibited in his public life, or addresses, but it was shown in his keen appreciation of Shakspeare, and unrivalled faculty of story-telling. The incident just related, for example, was given with a thrilling effect which mentally placed Johnson, for the time being, alongside of Luther and Cromwell. Profanity or irreverence was lost sight of in the fervid utterance of a highly wrought and great-souled determination, united with a rare exhibition of pathos and self-abnegation.
A narrative of quite a different character followed closely upon this, suggested by a remark made by myself. It was an account of how the President and Secretary of War received the news of the capture of Norfolk, early in the war. "Chase and Stanton," said Mr. Lincoln, "had accompanied me to Fortress Monroe. While we were there, an expedition was fitted out for an attack on Norfolk. Chase and General Wool disappeared about the time we began to look for tidings of the result, and after vainly waiting their return till late in the evening, Stanton and I concluded to retire. My room was on the second floor of the Commandant's house, and Stanton's was below. The night was very warm,—the moon shining brightly,—and, too restless to sleep, I threw off my clothes and sat ​for some time by the table, reading. Suddenly hearing footsteps, I looked out of the window, and saw two persons approaching, whom I knew by their relative size to be the missing men. They came into the passage and I heard them rap at Stanton's door and tell him to get up, and come up-stairs. A moment afterward they entered my room. 'No time for ceremony, Mr. President,' said General Wool; 'Norfolk is ours!' Stanton here burst in, just out of bed, clad in a long nightgown, which nearly swept the floor, his ear catching, as he crossed the threshold, Wool's last words. Perfectly overjoyed, he rushed at the General, whom he hugged most affectionately, fairly lifting him from the floor in his delight. The scene altogether must have been a comical one, though at the time we were all too greatly excited to take much note of mere appearances."
# Book Introduction - Ecclesiastes

Read first chapter of Ecclesiastes This is the book of man "under the sun," reasoning about life; it is the best man can do, with the knowledge that there is a holy God, and that He will bring every-thing into judgment. The key phrases are "under the sun;" "I perceived"; "I said in my heart." Inspiration sets down accurately what passes, but the conclusions and reasonings are, after all, man's. That those conclusions are just in declaring it "vanity" in view of judgment, to devote life to earthly things, is surely true; but the "conclusion" (Ecclesiastes 12:13) is legal, the best that man apart from redemption can do, and does not anticipate the Gospel. Ecclesiastes is in five parts:
* Theme, 1:1-3.
* Theme proved, 1:4-3:22.
* Theme unfolded in the light of human sufferings, hypocrisies, uncertainties, poverty and riches, 4:1-10:20.
* The best thing possible to the natural man apart from God, 11:1-12:12.
* The best thing possible to man under the law, 12:13,14.

# CHAPTER 3
## Verse 2

Vanity "Vanity," in Ecclesiastes, and usually in Scripture, means, not foolish pride, but the emptiness in final result of all life apart from God. It is to be born, to toil, to suffer, to experience some transitory joy, which is as nothing in view of eternity, to leave it all, and to die. See Romans 8:20-22.

## Verse 14

fear (See Scofield "Psalms 19:9").

# CHAPTER 5
## Verse 6

angel (See Scofield "Hebrews 1:4")

## Verse 7

fear (See Scofield "Psalms 19:9")

# CHAPTER 7
## Verse 11

good Or, as good as an inheritance, yea, better too.

## Verse 16

Be not righteous See; Ecclesiastes 7:16,17 Natural wisdom: be moderately religious and moderately wicked.

# CHAPTER 8
## Verse 12

fear (See Scofield "Psalms 19:9")

# CHAPTER 9
## Verse 10

there is no work Verse 10 is no more a divine revelation concerning the state of the dead than any other conclusion of "the Preacher" Ecclesiastes 1:1 is such a revelation. Reasoning from the standpoint of man "under the sun" the natural man can see no difference between a dead man and a dead lion. Ecclesiastes 9:4. A living dog is better than either. No one would quote verse 2 as a divine revelation. These reasonings of man apart from divine revelation are set down by inspiration just as the words of Satan ; Genesis 3:4; Job 2:4,5 are so set down. But that life and consciousness continue between death and resurrection is directly affirmed in Scripture. ; Isaiah 14:9-11; Matthew 22:32; Mark 9:43-48; Luke 16:19-31; John 11:26; 2 Corinthians 5:6-8; Philippians 1:21-23; Revelation 6:9-11. grave Heb. "Sheol," (See Scofield "Habakkuk 2:5").

## Verse 13

fear Also; Deuteronomy 6:2; 10:12 (See Scofield "Psalms 19:9").
# Book Introduction - Esther

Read first chapter of Esther The significance of the Book of Esther is that it testifies to the secret watch care of Jehovah over dispersed Israel. The name of God does not once occur, but in no other book of the Bible is His providence more conspicuous. A mere remnant returned to Jerusalem. The mass of the nation preferred the easy and lucrative life under the Persian rule. But God did not forsake them. What He here does for Judah, He is surely doing for all the covenant people. The book is in seven parts:
* The Story of Vashti, 1:1-22.
* Esther made queen, 2:1-23.
* The conspiracy of Haman, 3:1-15.
* The courage of Esther brings deliverance, 4:1-7:10.
* The vengeance, 8:1-9:19.
* The feast of Purim, 9:20-32.
* Epilogue, 10:1-3.
The events recorded in Esther cover a period of 12 years (Ussher).

# CHAPTER 1
## Verse 10

chamberlains Or, enunchs.

# CHAPTER 2
## Verse 3

Hege Or, Hegai, Esther 2:8

## Verse 6

Jeconiah Or, Jehoiachin; 2 Kings 24:6.

## Verse 16

tenth month i.e. January.

# CHAPTER 3
## Verse 7

first month i.e. April; Esther 3:12 twelfth month i.e. March; Esther 3:13

# CHAPTER 4
## Verse 3

and many lay Heb. sackcloth and ashes were laid under many. Isaiah 58:5; Daniel 9:3.

# CHAPTER 8
## Verse 9

third month i.e. June.

## Verse 12

twelfth month i.e. March; also Esther 8:15,17,19,21,22.

# CHAPTER 9
## Verse 19

month Adar i.e. March; Esther 9:15,17.

# CHAPTER 10
## Verse 1

isles i.e. coasts.
# Small Business Administration v. McClellan

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United States Supreme Court
364 U.S. 446
Small Business Administration v. McClellan
Argued: Nov. 9, 10, 1960. --- Decided: Dec 5, 1960
Mr. Morton Hollander, Washington, D.C., for petitioner.
Mr. John Q. Royce, Salina, Kan., for respondent.
Mr. Justice BLACK delivered the opinion of the Court.

## Notes

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# Small Business Week, 2009

Delivered on 15 May 2009.
Administration of Barack H. Obama, 2009
Proclamation 8382—Small Business Week, 2009
May 15, 2009
By the President of the United States of America
A Proclamation
    The entrepreneurial spirit lies at the core of our Nation's economy and identity. If Americans with good ideas can work hard, put their plan to the test, and succeed, the American economy will continue to create jobs and lead the world in innovation and productivity. During National Small Business Week, we honor the entrepreneurs and small business owners who are the engine of our economy. Their ingenuity and hard work are critical to our Nation's prosperity.
    Small businesses are the lifeblood of cities and towns across the country. Over the last decade, small businesses created 70 percent of new jobs, and they are responsible for half of all jobs in the private sector. They also help enhance the lives of our citizens by improving our quality of life and creating personal wealth. Small businesses will lead the way to prosperity, particularly in today's challenging economic environment.
    My Administration is committed to economic policies that encourage enterprise and make America the best place in the world to do business. To support the free flow of credit, I have worked to increase loan guarantees, reduce borrowing fees, quicken loan processing, and unlock the secondary markets that support small business lending, among other measures. I also support tax policies that promote investment in small businesses, as well as health care reform that will help these businesses provide more workers with quality health care services.
    Our Nation's success depends on America's small businesses and entrepreneurs. Their contributions are necessary to rebuild our economy so that it once again offers the opportunity to succeed to all who seek it. This week we thank small business owners, entrepreneurs, and employees for helping America achieve that promise.
    Now, Therefore, I, Barack Obama, President of the United States of America, by virtue of the authority vested in me by the Constitution and laws of the United States, do hereby proclaim May 17 through May 23, 2009, as National Small Business Week. I call upon Government officials, industry leaders, and advocates across the Nation to encourage our citizens to celebrate the achievements of small business owners and encourage the creation of new businesses.
    In Witness Whereof, I have hereunto set my hand this fifteenth day of May, in the year of our Lord two thousand nine, and of the Independence of the United States of America the two hundred and thirty-third.
    BARACK OBAMA
[Filed with the Office of the Federal Register, 8:45 a.m., May 19, 2009]
NOTE: This proclamation was published in the Federal Register on May 20.
Categories: Proclamations : Small Business Week.
Subjects: Small Business Week.
DCPD Number: DCPD200900369
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