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# Love and Witches

IT was a little, fearful maid.
Whose mother left her all alone;
Her door with iron bolt she stayed,
And 'gainst it rolled a lucky stone—
For many a night she 'd waked with fright
when witches by the house had flown.
To piping lute in still midnight,
Who comes a-singing at the door,—
That showeth seams of golden light,—
"Ah, open, darling, I implore"?
She could not help knowing 't was Love,
although they 'd never met before.
She swiftly shot the iron bar,
And rolled the lucky stone away,
And careful set the door ajar —
"Now enter in. Sir Love, I pray;
My mother knows it not, but I have watched
for you this many a day."
With fan and roar of gloomy wings
They gave the door a windy shove;
They perched on chairs and brooms and things;
Like bats they beat around above —
Poor little maid, she 'd let the witches in with
Love.
# Love and grief or The death of the Sutherlands/The Choice

THF CHOICE.
A Man that's neither high nor low, in party nor in ſtature; No noiſy rake, nor fickle beau, that's us'd to cringe and flatter.
And let him be no learned fool that nods o'er muſty books; That eats and drinks, and lives by rule, and weighs my words and looks.
Let him be eaſy. frank, and gay, of dancing never tired: Always have ſomething ſmart to ſay, but ſilient, if requir'd.
F I N I S.
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# Love and the Child

"Love came into the world, and said"
* Coates, Florence Earle (1912), "Love and the Child" in Lippincott's Monthly Magazine (April 1912).
* Coates, Florence Earle (1912), "Love and the Child" in The Unconquered Air, and Other Poems (1912).
* Coates, Florence Earle (1916), "Love and the Child" in Poems II.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 115
### No. 1489. — December 21, 1872.

Contents.
* Terrestrial Magnetism, Edinburgh Review
* Off The Skelligs - Part XXV., by Jean Ingelow, Saint Pauls
* Montalembert, Blackwood’s Magazine
* What Came of a Surprise—A Christmas Story, translated from the Platt-Deutsch of Fritz Reuter
* A Memorable Pope, Temple Bar
* Dutch Art, Pall Mall Gazette
* A Remarkable Man, J. G. Whittier
* Prussia and Germany, Saturday Review
Poetry.
    Voices, by Alice Horton, Sunday Magazine
    The Lesson of the Leaf-Fall, from Simonides the Ceian, Tinsley's magazine
    Autumn, Chambers' Journal
    One with Thee, by F. H. C. Brock, Sunday Magazine
Miscellany.
    Flooding of the Po, Pall Mall Budget
    Chinese Feeling Toward the Principal European States, Pall Mall Gazette
    Paradise or Peacock Fish
    A Begging Letter, by Captain I. S. Williams
    Hanover and the Creation of Peers in Prussia
    Constitution of Mecklenburg, Pall Mall Gazette
    Restoration of Bayeux Tapestry
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 10

This volume spanned the time from July to September of 1846.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 1/Issue 1/The Spring Shower

AWAY to that snug nook; for the thick shower Rushes on stridingly. Ay, now it comes, Glancing about the leaves with its first drips, Like snatches of faint music. Joyous thrush, It mingles with thy song, and beats soft time To thy bubbling shrillness. Now it louder falls, Pattering, like the far voice of leaping rills; And now it breaks upon the shrinking clumps With a crash of many sounds—the thrush is still. There are sweet scents about us; the violet hides On that green bank; the primrose sparkles there: The earth is grateful to the teeming clouds, And yields a sudden freshness to their kisses. But now the shower slopes to the warm west, Leaving a dewy track; and see, the big drops, Like falling pearls, glisten in the sunny mist. The air is clear again, and the far woods Shine out in their early green. Let ’s onward then, For the first blossoms peep about our path, The lambs are nibbling the short dripping grass, And the birds are on the bushes.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 1/Issue 1/W. C. Bryant

We have been all along looking out for a purely American poet, who should be strictly national in the comprehensive sense of the term. The only man who approaches that character is William Cullen Bryant; but if Bryant were not a sound poet in all other aspects, his nationality would avail him nothing. Nature made him a poet, and the accident of birth has placed him amongst the forests of America. Out of this national inspiration he draws universal sympathies—not the less universal because their springs are ever close at hand, ever in view, and ever turned to with renewed affection. He does not thrust the American flag in our faces, and threaten the world with the terrors of a gory peace; he exults in the issues of freedom for nobler ends and larger interests. He is. the only one of the American poets who ascends to “the height of this great argument,” and lifts his theme above the earthly taint of bigotry and prejudice. In him, by virtue of the poetry that is in his heart, such themes grow up into dignity. His genius makes all men participators in them, seeking and developing the universality that lies at their core. The woods, prairies, mountains, tempests, the seasons, the life and destiny of man, are the subjects in which he delights. He treats them with religious solemnity, and brings to the contemplation of nature, in her grandest revelations, a pure and serious spirit. His poetry is reflective, but not sad; grave in its depths, but brightened in its flow by the sunshine of the imagination. His poems addressed to rivers, woods, and winds, all of which he has separately apostrophized, have the solemn grandeur of anthems, voicing remote and trackless solitudes. Their beauty is affecting, because it is true and full of reverence. Faithful to his inspiration, he never interrupts the profound ideal that has entered into his spirit to propitiate the genius loci:—he is no middleman standing between his vernal glories and the enjoyment of the rest of mankind. He is wholly exempt from verbal prettiness, from flaunting imagery and New World conceits; he never paints on gauze; he is always in earnest, and always poetical. His manner is everywhere graceful and unaffected.
Two collections of Mr. Bryant’s poems have been published in London, and the reader may be presumed to be already acquainted with nearly all he has written. The following passage, descriptive of the train of thoughts suggested by the shutting in of evening, has appeared only in the American editions:
When America shall have given birth to a few such poets as Bryant, she may begin to build up a national literature, to the recognition of which all the world will subscribe.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 10/The Mormon Camp

Published 22 August, 1846
THE Hancock Eagle of the 10th July notices the arrival there of Mr. S. Chamberlain, who left the most distant camp of the Mormons at Council Bluffs on the 26th ultimo, and on his route passed the whole line of Mormon emigrants. He says that the advance company of the Mormons, with whom were the Twelve, had a train of one thousand wagons, and were encamped on the east bank of the Missouri river, in the neighborhood of the Council Bluffs. They were employed in the construction of boats for the purpose of crossing the river.
The second company had encamped temporarily at station No. 2, which has been christened Mount Pisgah. They mustered about three thousand strong, and were recruiting their cattle preparatory to a fresh start. A third company had halted for a similar purpose at Garden Grove, on the head waters of Grand River, where they have put in about two thousand acres of corn for the benefit of the people in general. Between Garden Grove and the Mississippi river Mr. Chamberlain counted over one thousand wagons en route to join the main bodies in advance.
The whole number of teams attached to the Mormon expedition is about three thousand seven hundred, and it is estimated that each team will average at least three persons, and perhaps four. The whole number of souls now on the road may be set down in round numbers at twelve thousand. From two to three thousand have disappeared from Nauvoo in various directions. Many have left for Council Bluffs by the way of the Mississippi and Missouri rivers; others have dispersed to parts unknown; and about eight hundred or less still remain in Illinois. This comprises the entire Mormon population that once flourished in Hancock county. In their palmy days they probably numbered between fifteen and sixteen thousand souls, most of whom are now scattered upon the prairies, bound for the Pacific slope of the American continent.
Mr. Chamberlain reports that previously to his leaving, four United States military officers had arrived at the Mount Pisgah camp, for the purpose of enlisting five hundred Mormons for the Santa Fe campaign. They were referred to head-quarters at Council Bluffs, for which place they immediately set out. It was supposed that the force would be enrolled without delay. If so, it will furnish Col. Kearney with a regiment of well-disciplined soldiers, who are already prepared to march. Mr. Chamberlain represents the health of the traveling Mormons as good, considering the exposure to which they have been subjected. They are carrying on a small trade in provisions with the settlers in the country, with whom they mingle on the most friendly terms.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 1/Issue 1/Ralph Waldo Emerson

Ralph Waldo Emerson, although he has written very little in this way, comes accredited to us by unmistakable manifestations of an original and poetical mind. He is the author of a volume of profound Essays, recently republished in England, under the editorship of Mr. Carlyle, who discovered in him a spiritual faculty congenial to his own. Mr. Emerson was formerly a Unitarian minister, but he embraced the Quaker interpretation of the sacrament of the Lord’s Supper, and threw up his church. He is now the editor of a quarterly magazine in Boston. The same thoughtful spirit which pervades his prose writings is visible in his poetry, bathed in the “purple light” of a rich fancy. Unfortunately, he has written too little to ensure him a great reputation; but what he has written is quaint and peculiar, and native to his own genius. From a little poem addressed “To the Humble Bee,” which, without being in the slightest degree an imitation, constantly reminds us of the gorgeous beauty of “l’Allegro,” we extract two or three passages.
    Fine humble-bee! fine humble-bee!
    Where thou art is clime for me,
    Let them sail for Porto Rique,
    Far-off heats through seas to seek—
    I will follow thee alone,
    Thou animated torrid-zone!
    When the south-wind, in May days,
    With a net of shining haze,
    Silvers the horizon wall,
    And with softness touching all,
    Tints the human countenance
    With a color of romance,
    And infusing subtle heats
    Turns the sod to violets—
    Thou in sunny solitudes,
    Rover of the underwoods,
    The green silence dust displace
    With thy mellow breezy bass.
    Aught unsavory or unclean
    Hath my insect never seen,
    But violets, and bilberry bells,
    Maple sap, and daffodels,
    Clover, catchfly, adders-tongue,
    And brier-roses dwelt among.
    All besides was unknown waste,
    All was picture as he past.
This is not merely beautiful, though “beauty is its OWN excuse for being.” There is pleasant wisdom hived in the bag of the “yellow-breeched philosopher,” who sees only what is fair and sips only what is sweet. Mr. Emerson evidently cares little about any reputation to be gained by writing verses; his intellect seeks other vents, where it is untrammelled by forms and conditions. But he cannot help his inspiration. He is a poet in his prose.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 1/Issue 1/Sir Hilary charged at Agincourt

ENIGMA
SIR Hilary charged at Agincourt,  Sooth! ’t was an awful day? And though, in that old age of sport, The rufflers of the camp and court  Had little time to pray, ’T is said Sir Hilary muttered there Two syllables by way of prayer.
My first to all the brave and proud  Who see to-morrow’s sun; My next, with her cold and quiet cloud, To those who find their dewy shroud,  Before to-day’s he done! And both together to all blue eyes That weep when a warrior nobly dies?
# Little Annie Rooney

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* "Little Annie Rooney", 1890 song by Michael Nolan
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# Little Annie Rooney (Nolan)

1890
1.: A winning way, a pleasant smile, Dress'd so neat but quite in style, Merry chaff your time to wile, Has little Annie Rooney. Ev'ry eve-ning, rain or shine, I make a call twixt eight and nine, On her who shortly will be mine, Little Annie Rooney.
CHORUS 'p' She's my sweetheart, I'm her beau; She's my Annie, I'm her Joe, Soon we'll marry, never to part, Little Annie Rooney is my sweetheart!
(CHORUS 'ff')
2. The parlor's small, but neat and clean, And set with taste so seldom seen, And you can bet, the household queen, Is little Annie Rooney. The fire burns cheerfully and bright, As a family circle round each night, We form, and ev'ry one's delight Is little Annie Rooney.
(CHORUS 'p') (CHORUS 'ff')
3. We've been engaged close on a year, The happy time is drawing near, I'll wed the one I love so dear, Little Annie Rooney. My friends declare I'm in a jest, Until the time comes will not rest, But one who knows its value best, Is little Annie Rooney.
(CHORUS 'p') (CHORUS 'ff')
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# Little Assignee v. Alexander

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88 U.S. 500
Little Assignee v. Alexander
APPEAL from the Circuit Court for the Western District of North Carolina.
Little, as assignee in bankruptcy of J. R. Alexander, the father, filed a bill against T. L. Alexander, the son, to have certain real estate of the bankrupt, the father, and which had come as part of his assets to the complainant as assignee, relieved from the apparent incumbrance of a judgment which the son had got against it; the father having made no opposition to the obtaining of the judgment.
The court below dismissed the bill, and the assignee in bankruptcy took this appeal.
The judgment was docketed on the 19th day of May, 1869, and on the 1st day of September, within less than four months thereafter, the petition was filed on which the defendant was declared bankrupt.
Mr. S. F. Phillips, for the appellant; Mr. H. W. Guion, contra.
Mr. Justice MILLER stated the case, and delivered the opinion of the court.

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# Little Annie's Ramble

published in Twice-Told Tales
* "Little Annie's Ramble" in Twice-Told Tales (1837).
* "Little Annie’s Ramble" in Little Daffydowndilly, and other stories (1887)
# Little Annie Rooney (1925 film)/Trailer

United Artists Corporation Presents Mary Pickford in "Little Annie Rooney"
Prepare to lose your heart to the most adorable little rogue you've ever seen.
Mary Pickford in "Little Annie Rooney" is once more the Mary of the golden curls and smiles, the idol of the millions.
"The World's Sweetheart"
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# Littell's Living Age/Volume 132/Issue 1707/Song of the Carilloneur

* SONG OF THE CARILLONEUR.
* Ring out, my bells, in accents clear;
* Ring soft and sweet,
* And take a message true and dear
* To hearts that beat.
* Soothe the soul with sorrow aching;
* Cheer the life when all's forsaking;
* Sing of joy to hearts now breaking;
* Ring on, my bells!
* Ring out, my bells, across the plain;
* Ring wild and free,
* And wake the echoes back again
* To melody.
* O'er the mountains waft my dreaming,
* Where the sunset glory's streaming,
* Where the purple vines are gleaming;
* Ring out, my bells!
* Ring out, my bells; ring full and strong.
* My soul, to-day,
* Upon inspiring notes of song
* Would float away.
* From the gray old minster sending
* Tones that, in such concord blending,
* Tell of harmonies unending;
* Ring out, my bells!
* Ring out upon the listening air
* Your silver spell;
* Ring out the music quaint and rare
* I love so well
* Hope to every faint one bringing,
* Peace on earth forever ringing,
* And of love eternal singing;
* Ring on, my bells!
* Chambers' Journal. H. K. W.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 132/Issue 1707/Miscellany

​Pouring Oil on Troubled Waters. — The effect of oil in stilling troubled waters has been so long known, remarks Iron, that it has been constituted the basis of a proverbial phrase. A very small quantity of oil thus used has frequently overcome a very powerful sea. Not many years ago a case occurred in which a ship's crew was enabled, during a severe storm, to escape on shore by the help of a few gallons of oil. A similar and equally successful employment of the same substance is reported to have been made off the "Cape of Storms" last summer. The "King Cenric," a vessel of fourteen hundred and ninety tons, left Liverpool in June last for Bombay. When off the Cape of Good Hope she encountered a heavy gale from the north-west, which continued for some time. Tremendous seas broke over the ship, bursting in the mainhatch, washing away the hatch-houses and boats, smashing in the front of the cabin, and destroying the captain's and officers' stores and clothing. The gale lasted for nearly five days, and though the vessel stood it very well, it was impossible to repair any of the damage, as the waves were continually sweeping her decks. At length the chief officer suggested the trial of throwing oil upon the water. Two canvas clothes-bags were obtained, and into each two gallons of fine oil were poured, the bags being punctured slightly, and flung one over each quarter in tow of the vessel. The effect was magical; the waves no longer broke over the poop and sides of the ship, but several yards away, where the oil had spread itself over the surface, and around the poop, in the wake of the vessel, was a large circuit of calm water. The crew were thus able to repair the damage with greater ease, and the ship was relieved from the tremendous shocks she had previously received from the heavy seas. The two bags lasted two days, after which — the worst fury of the gale having expended itself — no more oil was used.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 132/Issue 1706/Wit in Court

From The Leisure Hour.
WIT IN COURT.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 132/Issue 1707

LITTELL'S LIVING AGE.
| Fifth Series, Volume XVII. | $\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,$ | No. 1707. — March 3, 1877. | $\scriptstyle {\left\{{\begin{matrix}\ \end{matrix}}\right.}$ | From Beginning Vol. CXXXII. |
CONTENTS. :
| I. | Mediterranean Deltas, | Edinburgh Review, | 515 |
| II. | Green Pastures and Piccadilly. By William Black, author of "The Adventures of a Phaeton," "The Princess of Thule," etc. Part III., | Examiner, | 534 |
| III. | Life of the Prince Consort. By Rt. Hon. W. E. Gladstone, | Church Quarterly Review, | 538 |
| IV. | Weimar under Schiller and Goethe, | Contemporary Review, | 550 |
| V. | How it Happened. By Narissa Rosavo, author of "Polly", | Victoria Magazine, | 560 |
| VI. | Pig-Sticking, | Land and Water, | 574 |
| VII. | The "Dreadful People" who go to Court, | Truth, | 575 |
POETRY. :
| Will's Widow, | 514 | The Western Wind, | 514 |
| Song of the Carilloneur, | 514 | | |
| Miscellany, | Miscellany, | Miscellany, | 576 |
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 132/Issue 1706

LITTELL'S LIVING AGE.
| Fifth Series, Volume XVII. | $\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,$ | No. 1706. — February 24, 1877. | $\scriptstyle {\left\{{\begin{matrix}\ \end{matrix}}\right.}$ | From Beginning Vol. CXXXII. |
CONTENTS. :
| I. | Forel on the Ants of Switzerland, | Edinburgh Review, | 451 |
| II. | The Marquis of Lossie. By George Macdonald, author of "Malcolm," etc. Part X., | Advance Sheets, | 468 |
| III. | Magazine Literature, | Church Quarterly Review, | 476 |
| IV. | Goethe in his Old Age. By Edward Barrington de Foublanque, | New Quarterly Review, | 482 |
| V. | The Eastern Polar Basin. By August Petermann, | Macmillan's Magazine, | 494 |
| VI. | Mariuccia, | Fraser's Magazine, | 500 |
| VII. | Wit in Court, | Leisure Hour, | 512 |
POETRY. :
| Morbegno, | 450 |
# Little couple/The Happy Marriage

The Happy Marriage.
As I was walking one morning so fair, So green was the fields, and cool was the air, There did I discover, Pretty Nancy my lover. And I for to woo her was pleased for to say, ​O fairest of creatures that ever was seen, You’re the pride of my heart, the flow’r of the green, With garlands of roses, And sweet pretty posies, What nature composes I'll crown you my queen.
To these words I spoke she answered and said, O how can you flatter a poor harmless maid, For your tongue it runs so nimble, It masses my heart to tremble, And I fear you disemble my poor heart to break.
Of all my sweethearts I have nine or ten, Yet never a one I can fancy of them, But if I should believe you, And you should deceive me, And scornfully leave me, oh! where am I then.
These words I speak is by the powers above, The rocks and the mountains shall sooner remove, And the sea shall I flame on fire, If from my love I shall retire, And there's nothing I desire but innocent love.
If innocent love is all your request, And you in earnest, I thought you were in jest I'll adorn you with pleasure, With kisses out of measure, With joy, peace & pleasure we both shall be ⟨blessed⟩
​⟨This⟩ couple they're married, and live very happy, ⟨Enjoying⟩ one another with pleasures so canty, The rocks they shall melt, And the mountains shall remove, (illegible text) ever I prove false to the woman I love.
# Malone v. Bowdoin

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## Dissenting Opinion

    Douglas
United States Supreme Court
369 U.S. 643
Malone v. Bowdoin
Argued: March 20, 1962. --- Decided: May 14, 1962
Daniel M. Friedman, Washington, D.C., for petitioner.
William Buford Mitchell, Forsyth, Ga., for respondents.
Mr. Justice STEWART delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Malone v. Kentucky

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United States Supreme Court
234 U.S. 639
Malone v. Kentucky
Argued: April 22, 1914. --- Decided: June 22, 1914
Messrs. E. L. Worthington and J. M. Collins for plaintiff in error.
Mr. James Garnett, Attorney General of Kentucky, for defendant in error.
Mr. Justice Hughes delivered the opinion of the court:

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