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# Piza Hermanos v. Caldentey/Opinion of the Court

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* Opinion of the Court
United States Supreme Court
231 U.S. 690
Piza Hermanos v. Caldentey
Argued: December 15, 1913. --- Decided: January 5, 1914
This is a suit by the appellee to recover the sum alleged by him to be due upon a correct account between the defendants and himself. The facts as found are that the appellee was employed by the defendants, copartners, at a monthly salary and 10 per cent of the net profits, to be credited in his private account; that after about seven years and a half he left the firm on March 11, 1910; that the points of difference as to accounting concern the valuation of an estate bought by the firm and of some unharvested and unsold crops. The firm credited the estate at cost, $20,584.67, but the courts below found that it was worth $80,000, charged the difference, $59,415.33, as profit, and credited the appellee with $5,941.53. They likewise found that the profit on the crops was much greater than the appellee's estimate, and therefore allowed him the $2,000 claimed in his complaint.
It may be that we should adopt a different rule from that followed by the courts below if the question came here as a pure question of law. But it appears that the opinion of both courts that they found the appellants to have admitted the propriety of charging an increase in the value of the estate as a profit, so that the question was narrowed to one of amount. The principle being settled in this way, it was applied to the unsold crops. We do not go behind these well-warranted findings of fact, and really there is nothing else before us. The assignment of errors raised some other points, but these were the only matters that were pressed in the final argument, or that could have been pressed with any hope of success. It is suggested that, if otherwise right, the judgment charged the appellants with some items twice over. We do not see it, but if there has been any oversight in this respect, our affirmance of the judgment will be without prejudice to reopening the account for the single purpose of correcting errors of calculation if permitted upon application to the Supreme Court.
Judgment affirmed.

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# Place for a Third

* "Place for a Third" in New Hampshire, a Poem with Notes and Grace Notes (1923)
* "Place for a Third" in Miscellaneous Poems to 1920 (1999)
# Pittsburgh Towing Company v. Mississippi Valley Barge Line Company/Opinion of the Court

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* Dissenting Opinion Black
United States Supreme Court
385 U.S. 32
Pittsburgh Towing Company v. Mississippi Valley Barge Line Company
The motion to dismiss is granted for failure of appellant to comply with the time requirement of Rule 13(1) of the Rules of this Court in docketing its appeal. This appeal was docketed 22 days after expiration of the 60-day period provided by the Rule. During that period, appellant made no application for an enlargement of time, either to the District Court or to a Justice of this Court (see Rule 13(1)), nor did any explanation accompany the untimely docketing of the appeal. The jurisdictional statement itself is silent on the subject. Not until appellee moved to dismiss pursuant to Rule 14(2) did appellant comment upon its default. Its reply to the Motion to Dismiss states that the 'delay was occasioned by a misunderstanding between Counsel for appellant.' It does not elaborate.
This Court has been generous in excusing errors of counsel, but if there are to be rules, there must be some limit to our willingness to overlook their violation. While we are inclined to be generous in exercising our discretion to forgive a mistake and waive the consequences of negligence, fairness to other counsel and to parties with business before the Court as well as due regard for our own procedures leads us to believe that this case does not warrant our indulgence.
Mr. Justice BLACK, dissenting.

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# Pity

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* Pity; an Allegory, versified, a poem by Felicia Hemans, as Felicia Dorothea Browne, 1808.
* Pity, a poem by Sara Teasdale
* Pity, a poem by Jaroslav Vrchlický
# Place de la Concorde

* "Place de la Concorde" in The Athenaeum (5 Sep 1914)
* "Place de la Concorde" in The Literary Digest (24 Oct 1914).
* "Place de la Concorde" in The Living Age (31 Oct 1914)
* "Place de la Concorde" from Poems (1916)
* "Place de la Concorde" from A treasury of war poetry, British and American poems of the world war, 1914-1919 (1917)
# Orion

Orion is an 1843 epic poem of nine cantos by the English poet Richard Henry Horne, using the mythological Orion as its hero. This transcription is of the 3rd edition, published in the same year.
​(Price One Farthing)
ORION
AN EPIC POEM
In Three Books
By R H HORNE
THIRD EDITION
LONDON J MILLER 404 OXFORD STREET
MDCCCXLIII
London:
Vizetelly Brothers and Co. Printers and Engravers,
Peterborough Court, 135 Fleet Street
* Note
* Book I
* Book II
* Book III
* Advertisement
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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# Orion/Book I

ORION.
Book I.
* Canto I
* Canto II
* Canto III
# Orion/Book I/Canto II

ORION.
Canto the Second.
# Orion/Book I/Canto III

ORION.
Canto the Third.
# Original sketches of British birds (Davenport 1899)

Original sketches of British birds was published in The Zoologist, 4th series, vol 3 in three parts:
* Part 1, in: issues 691 (January, 1899), p. 1–17,
* Part 2, in: issue 695 (May, 1899), p. 198–212
* Part 3, in: issue 701 (November, 1899), p. 506–510
This work is in the public domain in the United States because it was published before January 1, 1929.
The longest-living author of this work died in 1931, so this work is in the public domain in countries and areas where the copyright term is the author's life plus 92 years or less. This work may be in the public domain in countries and areas with longer native copyright terms that apply the rule of the shorter term to foreign works.
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# Orion/Book I/Canto I

ORION.
Canto the First.
# Original Stories from Real Life/end matter

BOOKS written by the ſame Author.
1. A Vindication of the Rights of Woman, Third Edition. Price 6s. 6d. bound in Boards.
2. A Vindication of the Rights of Man, in Reply to Mr. Burke. Second Edition. Price 3s. 6d.
3. An Historical and Moral View of the French Revolution, Vol. Ⅰ. Price 7s. in Boards.
4. Thoughts on the Education of a Daughter. Price 2s. 6d.
5. Elements of Morality, for the Uſe of Children; with an Introductory Addreſs to Parents, 3 Vols. Price 9s. ſewed.
6. Young Grandison. A Series of Letters from young People to their Friends, 2 Vols. Price 5s. ſewed.
7. The Female Reader: or, Miſcellanrous Pieces in Proſe and Verſe; ſelected from the beſt Writers, and diſpoſed under proper Heads, for the Improvement of young Women. With a Preface, containing ſome Hints on Female Education. Price 3s. 6d.
# Poems, Sacred and Moral/Equity

EQUITY.
# Poems, Sacred and Moral/Hymn 2

HYMN II.
# Poems, Sacred and Moral/Fortitude

FORTITUDE.
* ↑ Utica.
* ↑ See Clery's Journal de ce qui s'est passé à la Tour du Temple pendant la captivité de Louis XVI. A Londres, 1798.
# Poems, Sacred and Moral/Hymn 1

HYMN I.
# Poems (Barbauld)/The Mouse's Petition

The MOUSE's PETITION,
Found in the Trap where he had been confin'd all Night.
Parcere subjectis, & debellare superbos. Virgil.
OH! hear a pensive prisoner's prayer,
For liberty that sighs;
And never let thine heart be shut
Against the wretch's cries.
For here forlorn and sad I sit,
Within the wiry grate;
And tremble at th' approaching morn,
Which brings impending fate.
If e'er thy breast with freedom glow'd,
And spurn'd a tyrant's chain,
Let not thy strong oppressive force
A free-born mouse detain.
Oh! do not stain with guiltless blood
Thy hospitable hearth;
Nor triumph that thy wiles betray'd
A prize so little worth.
The scatter'd gleanings of a feast
My frugal meals supply;
But if thine unrelenting heart
That slender boon deny,
The cheerful light, the vital air,
Are blessings widely given;
Let nature's commoners enjoy
The common gifts of heaven.
The well taught philosophic mind
To all compassion gives;
Casts round the world an equal eye,
And feels for all that lives.
If mind, as ancient sages taught,
A never dying flame,
Still shifts thro' matter's varying forms,
In every form the same,
Beware, lest in the worm you crush
A brother's soul you find;
And tremble lest thy luckless hand
Dislodge a kindred mind.
Or, if this transient gleam of day
Be all of life we share,
Let pity plead within thy breast,
That little all to spare.
So may thy hospitable board
With health and peace be crown'd;
And every charm of heartfelt ease
Beneath thy roof be found.
So when destruction lurks unseen,
Which men like mice may share,
May some kind angel clear thy path,
And break the hidden snare.
# Poems (Barrett)

POEMS
by
ELIZABETH BARRETT BARRETT
SHAKSPERE.
WORDSWORTH.
LONGFELLOW.
MOORE.
HEMANS.
SCOTT.
SACRED POETRY.
THE HOME AFFECTIONS POURTRAYED BY THE POETS.
POEMS
BY
ELIZABETH BARRETT BARRETT
(Mrs. E. B. Browning)
LONDON
GEORGE ROUTLEDGE AND SONS
Broadway, Ludgate Hill
GLASGOW AND NEW YORK
1887
Ballantyne Press
BALLANTYNE, HANSON AND CO EDINBURGH AND LONDON
Dedication.
TO MY FATHER.
WHEN your eyes fall upon this page of dedication, and you start to see to whom it is inscribed, your first thought will be of the time far off when I was a child and wrote verses, and when I dedicated them to you who were my public and my critic. Of all that such a recollection implies of saddest and sweetest to both of us, it would become neither of us to speak before the world: nor would it be possible for us to speak of it to one another, with voices that did not falter. Enough, that what is in my heart when I write thus, will be fully known to yours.
And my desire is that you, who are a witness how if this art of poetry had been a less earnest object to me, it must have fallen from exhausted hands before this day,—that you, who have shared with me in things bitter and sweet, softening or enhancing them, every day,—that you, who hold with me over all sense of loss and transiency, one hope by one Name,—may accept from me the inscription of these volumes, the exponents of a few years of an existence which has been sustained and comforted by you as well as given. Somewhat more faint-hearted than I used to be, it is my fancy thus to seem to return to a visible personal dependence on you, as if indeed I were a child again; to conjure your beloved image between myself and the public, so as to be sure of one smile,—and to satisfy my heart while I sanctify my ambition, by associating with the great pursuit of my life, its tenderest and holiest affection.—Your
E.B.B.
London, 50 Wimpole Street.
1844
CONTENTS
PRINTED BY BALLANTYNE, HANSON AND CO. EDINBURGH AND LONDON.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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# Poems (Barbauld)/Verses written in an Alcove

VERSES written in an Alcove.
Jam Cytherea choros ducit Venus imminente Luna.
Horat.
NOW the moon-beam's trembling lustre
 Silvers o'er the dewy green,
And in soft and shadowy colours
 Sweetly paints the checquer'd scene.
Here between the opening branches
 Streams a flood of soften'd light,
There the thick and twisted foliage
Spreads the browner gloom of night.
​This is sure the haunt of fairies,
 In yon cool alcove they play;
Care can never cross the threshold,
 Care was only made for day.
Far from hence be noisy clamour,
 Sick disgust and anxious fear;
Pining grief and wasting anguish
 Never keep their vigils here.
Tell no tales of sheeted spectres
 Rising from the quiet tomb;
Fairer forms this cell shall visit,
 Brighter visions gild the gloom.
Choral songs and sprightly voices
 Echo from her cell shall call;
Sweeter, sweeter than the murmur
 Of the distant water-fall.
​Every ruder gust of passion
 Lull'd with music dies away,
Till within the charmed bosom
 None but soft affections play:
Soft, as when the evening breezes
 Gently stir the poplar grove;
Brighter than the smile of summer,
 Sweeter than the breath of love.
Thee, th' inchanted Muse shall follow,
 Lissy! to the rustic cell,
And each careless note repeating
 Tune them to her charming shell.
Not the Muse who wreath'd with laurel
 Solemn stalks with tragic gait,
And in clear and lofty vision
 Sees the future births of fate;
​Not the maid who crown'd with cypress
 Sweeps along in scepter'd pall,
And in sad and solemn accents
 Mourns the crested hero's fall;
But that other smiling sister,
 With the blue and laughing eye,
Singing, in a lighter measure,
 Strains of woodland harmony:
All unknown to fame and glory,
 Easy, blithe and debonair,
Crown'd with flowers, her careless tresses
 Loosely floating on the air.
Then, when next the star of evening
 Softly sheds the silent dew,
Let me in this rustic temple,
 Lissy! meet the Muse and you.
# Poems (Eckley)/The Sea Whisper

Venice, 1836.
# Poems (Eckley)/The Path

"Are they not all ministering spirits?" TO H. B. S.
Florence, 1861.
# Persian Letters/Letter 65
#### Letter 65

Usbek to his Wives, at the Seraglio at Ispahan
I UNDERSTAND that the seraglio at Ispahan is in disorder, that it is full of quarrels, and intestine divisions. At my departure did I not recommend you to be at peace and maintain a good understanding?
You promised this; was it to deceive me?
It is you who will be deceived, if I choose to follow the counsels of the chief eunuch; if I choose to employ my authority to make you live as I exhorted you to do.
I do not, however, see why I should make use of those violent means until I have tried all others. Do, then, for your own sakes, what you have not cared to do for mine.
The first eunuch has a great subject of complaint: he says that you pay no attention to him. How can you harmonise that behaviour with the modesty which should belong to your condition? Is not your virtue confided to him during my absence? It is a sacred treasure, of which he is the guardian. But the contempt with which you treat him, makes it apparent that those who are charged to lead you in the paths of honour are irksome to you.
Change your behavior then, I beg you; and see to it that I may be able still to reject the proposals which have been made to me against your freedom and your tranquility.
For I wish you to forget that I am your master, and to be remembered only as your husband.
Paris, the 5th of the moon of Chahban, 1714.
# Persian Letters/Letter 66
#### Letter 66

Rica to * * *
PEOPLE are very much devoted to the sciences here, but I question if they are very learned. He who, as a philosopher, doubts of all, dare deny nothing as a theologian: the inconsistent man is always well pleased with himself provided you agree with him.
The passion of nearly every Frenchman, is to pass for a wit; and the passion of those who wish to be thought wits, is to write books.
There never was such an erroneous idea: it seems to be a wise provision of nature that the follies of men should be short-lived; but books interfere and immortalize them. A fool, not content with having bored all those who have lived with him, insists on tormenting generations to come; he would have his folly triumph over oblivion, which should have been as welcome to him as death; he wishes posterity to be informed of his existence, and he would have it remember for ever that he was fool.
Of all the authors, there are none whom I despise more than compilers. They crowd from all quarters to pick up the shreds of other men’s works; these they fit into their own, as one would patch the turf of a lawn: they are not one whit superior to the compositor, whose type-setting may be called book-making if manual labor is all. I would have original books respected; and it seems to me a species of profanation, to take from them the matter of which they are composed, as if from a sanctuary, and expose it to an undeserved contempt.
When a man has nothing new to say, why can’t he be quiet? Why should one be troubled with these useless repetitions? But I will give you a new illustration. You are a man of ability! You come into my library; and you shift the books from the lower shelves to the upper ones, and from the upper to the lower: you have produced a masterpiece!
I write you, * * *, because I am exasperated with a book which I have just laid down—a book so big that it seems to contain all science: but it has only split my head without putting anything into it. Farewell.
Paris, the 8th of the moon of Chahban, 1714.
# Persian Letters/Letter 60
#### Letter 60

Usbek to Ibben, at Smyrna
You ask me if there are Jews in France. Know that wherever there is money, there are Jews. You ask me what they do. Exactly what they do in Persia: nothing is liker an Asiatic Jew than a European one.
They exhibit among the Christians, as among ourselves, an invincible attachment to their religion, amounting to folly.
The Jewish religion is like the trunk of an old tree which has produced two branches that cover the whole earth – I mean Mohammedanism and Christianity: or rather, she is the mother of two daughters that have loaded her with a thousand bruises; for, in religious matters, the nearest relations are the bitterest foes. But however badly her daughters have treated her, she ceases not to glory in having brought them forth: she has made use of both of them to encircle the whole earth, just as her venerable age embraces all time.
The Jews therefore regard themselves as the fountain of all holiness, the source of all religion: us they look upon as heretics who have changed the law, or rather as rebel Jews.
If the change had been made gradually, they imagine that they might have been easily led away; but as it took place suddenly, and with violence, and as they can mark the day and the hour of the birth of both daughters, they mock at religions that have had beginnings, and cling to one that is older than the world itself.
They have never been freer from molestation in Europe than they are now. Christians are beginning to lose the spirit of intolerance which animated them: experience has shown the error of the expulsion of the Jews from Spain, and of the persecution of those Christians in France whose belief differed a little from that of the king. They have realized that zeal for the advancement of religion is different from a due attachment to it; and that in order to love it and fulfil its behests, it is not necessary to hate and persecute those who are opposed to it.
It is much to be desired that our Mussulmans regarded this matter as rationally as the Christians, and that peace were established in all good faith between Hali and Abubeker, leaving God to decide the merits of these holy prophets. I would have them honoured by acts of veneration and respect, and not by foolish preferences. Let us seek to merit their favour, whatever place God has given them; whether it be at His right hand, or beneath the footstool of His throne.
Paris, the 18th of the moon of Saphar, 1714.
# Persian Letters/Letter 6
#### Letter 6

Usbek to his friend Nessir, at Ispahan
At the distance of a day's journey from Erivan we left Persian ground, and entered Turkish territory. Twelve days after, we reached Erzeroum, where we stayed three or four months.
I own, Nessir, I felt sorry, though I did not show it, when I lost sight of Persia and found myself among the treacherous Osmanli. It seems to me that I become more and more of a pagan the further I advance into this heathenish country.1
My fatherland, my family, and my friends came vividly before me; my affections revived; and, to crown all, an indefinable uneasiness laid hold of me, warning me that I had ventured on too great an undertaking for my peace of mind.
But that which afflicts me most is the memory of my wives. I have only to think of them to be consumed with grief.
Do not imagine that I love them: insensibility in that matter, Nessir, has left me without desires. Living with so many wives, I have forestalled love--it has indeed been its own destruction; but from this very callousness there springs a secret jealousy which devours me. I behold a band of women left almost entirely to themselves; except some low-minded wretches, no one is answerable for their conduct. I would hardly feel safe, if my slaves were faithful: how would it be if they were not so? What doleful tidings may I not receive in those far-off lands which I am about to visit! The mischief of this is, that my friends are unable to help me; they are forbidden to inquire into the sources of my misery; and what could they do after all? I would prefer a thousand times that such faults should remain unknown because uncorrected, than that they should become notorious through some condign punishment! I unbosom myself to you, my dear Nessir: it is the only consolation left me in my misery.
Erzeroum, the 10th of the second moon of Rebiab, 1711.
# Persian Letters/Letter 63
#### Letter 63

Rica to Usbek, at * * *
DO you mean to spend your whole life in the country? At first I was to lose you only for a day or two, but now fifteen have passed since I last saw you. I know that you are living in a delightful house where the company suits you, where you can speculate at your ease: nothing more is required to make you forget the whole universe.
For myself, my life moves on pretty much as it did when we were together. I go into society and try to understand it; my thought loses gradually all that remained of its Asiatic cast, and conforms without effort to European manners. I am no longer amazed to find in one house half-a-dozen women with as many men; indeed, I begin to think it not altogether a bad idea.
This I will say: I knew nothing of women until I came here; I have learnt more about them in one month of Paris, than I could have done in thirty years of a seraglio.
With us, character is uniform, because it is constrained; we do not see people as they are, but as they are obliged to be; in that slavery of heart and mind, it is only fear that utters a dull routine of words, very different from the language of nature which expresses itself so variously.
Dissimulation, that art so practised and so necessary with us, is here unknown: they say everything, see everything, and hear everything; hearts are as open as faces; in manners, in virtue, even in vice, one detects always a certain artlessness.
In order to gratify women a talent is necessary different from that other gift which pleases them still more; it consists in a sort of playfulness of mind, which entertains them, as it seems to promise them every moment what one cannot perform except occasionally.
The gaiety of mind naturally adapted to the dressing-room seems to be forming the general character of the nation: they trifle in council, at the head of the army, with an ambassador. Professions appear ridiculous only in proportion to the professional gravity adopted: a doctor would be less absurd if his dress were more cheerful, and if, while killing his patients, he jested pleasantly.
Paris, the 10th of the first moon of Rebiab, 1714.