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# The Records of the Federal Convention of 1787/Volume 3/Appendix A/CXCIII

​ⅭⅩⅭⅢ. Luther Martin’s Letter to the Citizens of Maryland.
Baltimore, March 25, 1788.
Those who would wish you to believe that the faults in the system proposed are wholly or principally owing to the difference of state interests, and proceed from that cause, are either imposed upon themselves, or mean to impose upon you. The principal questions, in which the state interests had any material effect, were those which related to representation, and the number in each branch of the legislature, whose concurrence should be necessary for passing navigation acts, or making commercial regulations. But what state is there in the union whose interest would prompt it to give the general government the extensive and unlimited powers it possesses in the executive, legislative and judicial departments, together with the powers over the militia, and the liberty of establishing a standing army without any restriction? What state in the union considers it advantageous to its interest that the President should be re-eligible ​—the members of both houses appointable to offices—the judges capable of holding other offices at the will and pleasure of the government, and that there should be no real responsibility either in the President or in the members of either branch of the Legislature? Or what state is there that would have been averse to a bill of rights, or that would have wished for the destruction of jury trial in a great variety of cases, and in a particular manner in every case without exception where the government itself is interested? These parts of the system, so far from promoting the interest of any state, or states, have an immediate tendency to annihilate all the state governments indiscriminately, and to subvert their rights and the rights of their citizens. To oppose these, and to procure their alteration, is equally the interest of every state in the union. The introduction of these parts of the system must not be attributed to the jarring interests of states, but to a very different source, the pride, the ambition and the interest of individuals.
# The Records of the Federal Convention of 1787/Volume 3/Appendix A/CXCVII

​ⅭⅩⅭⅦ. Benjamin Franklin to M. Le Veillard.
April 22. 1788.
It is very possible, as you suppose, that all the Articles of the propos’d new Government will not remain unchang’d after the first meeting of the Congress. I am of Opinion with You, that the two Chambers where not necessary, and I disliked some other Articles that are in, and wish’d for some that are not in the propos’d Plan:—I nevertheless hope it may be adopted, though I shall have nothing to do with the execution of it, being determined to quit all public Business with my present Employment,…
# The Records of the Federal Convention of 1787/Volume 3/Appendix A/CX

​CX. George Washington: Diary.
[September] Monday—17th.
Met in Convention when the Constitution received the unanimous assent of 11 States and Colo. Hamilton’s from New York (the only delegate from thence in Convention) and was subscribed to by every Member present except Govr. Randolph and Colo. Mason from Virginia—& Mr. Gerry from Massachusetts. The business being thus closed, the Members adjourned to the City Tavern, dined together and took a cordial leave of each other.—after which I returned to my lodgings—did some business with, and received the papers from the secretary of the Convention, and retired to meditate on the momentous wk. which had been executed, after not less than five, for a large part of the time six, and sometimes 7 hours sitting every day, sundays & the ten days adjournment to give a Commee. opportunity & time to arrange the business for more than four months.—
# The Records of the Federal Convention of 1787/Volume 3/Appendix A/CXCV

​ⅭⅩⅭⅤ. Benjamin Franklin to the Editor of the Federal Gazette.
To conclude, I beg I may not be understood to infer, that our general Convention was divinely inspired when it form’d the new federal Constitution, merely because that Constitution has been unreasonably and vehemently opposed; yet I must own I have so much Faith in the general Government of the World by Providence, that I can hardly conceive a Transaction of such momentous Importance to the Welfare of Millions now existing, and to exist in the ​Posterity of a great Nation, should be suffered to pass without being in some degree influenc’d, guided and governed by that omnipotent, omnipresent & beneficent Ruler, in whom all inferior Spirits live & move and have their Being.—
# The Records of the Federal Convention of 1787/Volume 3/Appendix A/CXCVI

​ⅭⅩⅭⅥ. James Madison to Edmund Randolph.
Orange April 10th. 1788
I do not know of anything in the new Constitution that can change the obligations of the public with regard to the old money. The principle on which it is to be settled, seems to be equally in the power of that as of the existing one. The claim of the Indiana Company cannot I should suppose be any more validated by the new System, than that of all the creditors and others who have been aggrieved by unjust laws. You do not mention what part of the Constitution, could give colour to such a doctrine. The condemnation of retrospective laws, if that be the part, does not appear to me, to admit on any principle of such a retrospective construction. As to the religious test, I should conceive that it can imply at most nothing more than that without that exception, a power would have been given to impose an oath involving a religious test as a qualification for office. The constitution of necessary offices being given to the Congress, the proper qualifications seem to be evidently involved. I think too there are several other satisfactory points of view in which the exception might be placed.
# The New York Times/1880/12/16/Secretary Schurz's Retirement

From The New York Times of December 16, 1880.
SECRETARY SCHURZ'S RETIREMENT.
St. Louis, Dec. 15. — The Post-Dispatch states editorially that “Secretary Schurz will leave Washington in April with his family, to settle down and make St. Louis his permanent home. Mr. Schurz intends to divide his time between looking after his German newspaper and writing a book for the Appletons. We have it from a most reliable source that Mr. Schurz is fully prepared to be without office during Gen. Garfield's Administration.”
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# The New York Times/1883/7/6/The Duke of Marlborough

July 6, 1883, Wednesday. Page 2
The Right Hon. John Winston Spencer Churchill, Duke of Marlborough, died in London. England, yesterday, of angina pectoris, in the sixty-second year of his age. His death was very sudden and wholly unanticipated by his friends. He was slightly indisposed on Wednesday, but dined with his family at the usual hour, and retired in apparently good health. Yesterday morning he was found dead on the floor of his chamber, his features being calm, as though he had just fallen asleep. He will be succeeded in the dukedom by his eldest son, the Marquis of Blandford.
The Duke of Marlborough was born 2, 1822, and was educated at Eton and Oriel College, Oxford. As Marquis of Blandford he was returned to the House of Commons in April, 1844, before reaching his twenty-second year, as a member in the Conservative interest for the family borough of Woodstock. He represented his borough, except for two years, 1845 and 1846, until he succeeded his father as Duke of Marlborough, July 1, 1857. He became prominent in Parliament through his efforts to increase the usefulness of the Established Church. Among other measures which he fathered and succeeded in passing was an act to amend Sir Robert Peel's acts "for making better provision for the spiritual care of populous parishes." Load Blandford's measure, which was called the "new parishes act," converted existing districts, under certain conditions, into new parishes for ecclesiastical purposes. The Duke was appointed Lord Steward of the Royal Household in July, 1866, and held the office of Lord President of the Council in Disraeli's administration from March, 1867, to December, 1868. When Mr. Disraeli formed his new Government in February, 1874, he offered the Vice-royalty of Ireland to the Duke of Marlborough but this Grace declined this honor at that time, believing that the prolonged absence from England which its acceptance would involve would interfere with his duties toward his county and his extensive property. Two years later, however, when the Duke of Abercorn resigned the Vice-royalty of the Emerald Isle, Marlborough was nominated his successor, and accepted the position. The Duke was Lord Lieutenant of Oxfordshire, a Prince of the Holy Roman Empire, and as a descendant in the female line of the great Duke of Marlborough he enjoyed a pension of &5,000 a year, the palace of Blenbeim, and the "honor and manor of Woodstock." He was married on July 12, 1843, to Lady Frances Alice Emily, eldest daughter of the late Marquis of Londonberry.
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# The Odes and Carmen Saeculare/Book 2/Part 13

XIII.
Ille et nefasto.
BLACK day he chose for planting thee, Accurst he rear'd thee from the ground, The bane of children yet to be, The scandal of the village round. His father's throat the monster press'd Beside, and on his hearthstone spilt, I ween, the blood of midnight guest; Black Colchian drugs, whate'er of guilt Is hatch'd on earth, he dealt in all— Who planted in my rural stead Thee, fatal wood, thee, sure to fall Upon thy blameless master's head.
The dangers of the hour! no thought We give them; Punic seaman's fear Is all of Bosporus, nor aught Recks he of pitfalls otherwhere; The soldier fears the mask'd retreat Of Parthia; Parthia dreads the thrall Of Borne; but Death with noiseless feet Has stolen and will steal on all. How near dark Pluto's court I stood, And Æacus' judicial throne, The blest seclusion of the good, And Sappho, with sweet lyric moan Bewailing her ungentle sex, And thee, Alcæus us, louder far Chanting thy tale of woful wrecks, Of woful exile, woful war I In sacred awe the silent dead Attend on each: but when the song Of combat tells and tyrants fled, Keen ears, press'd shoulders, closer throng What marvel, when at those sweet airs The hundred-headed beast spell-bound Each black ear droops, and Furies' hairs Uncoil their serpents at the sound? Prometheus too and Pelops' sire In listening lose the sense of woe; Orion hearkens to the lyre, And lets the lynx and lion go.
# The Odes and Carmen Saeculare/Book 2/Part 14

XIV.
Eheu, fugaces.
AH, Postumus! they fleet away, Our years, nor piety one hour Can win from wrinkles and decay, And Death's indomitable power; Not though three hundred bullocks flame Each year, to soothe the tearless king Who holds huge Geryon's triple frame And Tityos in his watery ring, That circling flood, which all must stem, Who eat the fruits that Nature yields, Wearers of haughtiest diadem, Or humblest tillers of the fields. In vain we shun war's contact red Or storm-tost spray of Hadrian main: In vain, the season through, we dread For our frail lives Scirocco's bane. Cocytus' black and stagnant ooze Must welcome you, and Danaus' seed Ill-famed, and ancient Sisyphus To never-ending toil decreed. Your land, your house, your lovely bride Must lose you; of your cherish'd trees None to its fleeting master's side Will cleave, but those sad cypresses.
Your heir, a larger soul, will drain The hundred-padlock'd Cæcuban, And richer spilth the pavement stain Than e'er at pontiff's supper ran.
# The Odes and Carmen Saeculare/Book 2/Part 16

XVI.
Otium divos.
FOR ease, in wide Ægean caught, The sailor prays, when clouds are hiding The moon, nor shines of starlight aught For seaman's guiding: For ease the Mede, with quiver gay: For ease rude Thrace, in battle cruel: Can purple buy it, Grosphus? Nay, Nor gold, nor jewel. No pomp, no lictor clears the way 'Mid rabble-routs of troublous feelings, Nor quells the cares that sport and play Round gilded ceilings. More happy he whose modest board His father's well-worn silver brightens; No fear, nor lust for sordid hoard, His light sleep frightens. Why bend our bows of little span? Why change our homes for regions under Another sun? What exiled man From self can sunder? Care climbs the bark, and trims the sail, Curst fiend! nor troops of horse can 'scape her, More swift than stag, more swift than gale That drives the vapour.
Blest in the present, look not forth On ills beyond, but soothe each bitter With slow, calm smile. No suns on earth Unclouded glitter. Achilles' light was quench'd at noon; A long decay Tithonus minish'd; My hours, it may be, yet will run When yours are finish'd. For you Sicilian heifers low, Bleat countless flocks; for you are neighing Proud coursers; Afric purples glow For your arraying With double dyes; a small domain, The soul that breathed in Grecian harping, My portion these; and high disdain Of ribald carping.
# The Odes and Carmen Saeculare/Book 2/Part 18

XVIII.
Non ebur.
CARVEN ivory have I none; No golden cornice in my dwelling shines; Pillars choice of Libyan stone Upbear no architrave from Attic mines; 'Twas not mine to enter in To Attalus' broad realms, an unknown heir, Nor for me fair clients spin Laconian purples for their patron's wear. Truth is mine, and Genius mine; The rich man comes, and knocks at my low door: Favour'd thus, I ne'er repine, Nor weary out indulgent Heaven for more: In my Sabine homestead blest, Why should I further tax a generous friend? Suns are hurrying suns a-west, And newborn moons make speed to meet their end. You have hands to square and hew Vast marble-blocks, hard on your day of doom, Ever building mansions new, Nor thinking of the mansion of the tomb. Now you press on ocean's bound, Where waves on Baiæ beat, as earth were scant; Now absorb your neighbour's ground, And tear his landmarks up, your own to plant.
Hedges set round clients' farms Your avarice tramples; see, the outcasts fly, Wife and husband, in their arms Their fathers' gods, their squalid family. Yet no hall that wealth e'er plann'd Waits you more surely than the wider room Traced by Death's yet greedier hand. Why strain so far p you cannot leap the tomb. Earth removes the impartial sod Alike for beggar and for monarch's child: Nor the slave of Hell's dark god Convey'd Prometheus back, with bribe beguiled. Pelops he and Pelops' sire Holds, spite of pride, in close captivity; Beggars, who of labour tire, Call'd or uncall'd, he hears and sets them free.
# The Odes and Carmen Saeculare/Book 2/Part 2

II.
Nullus argento.
THE silver, Sallust, shows not fair While buried in the greedy mine: You love it not till moderate wear Have given it shine. Honour to Proculeius! he To brethren play'd a father's part; Fame shall embalm through years to be That noble heart. Who curbs a greedy soul may boast More power than if his broad-based throne Bridged Libya's sea, and either coast Were all his own. Indulgence bids the dropsy grow; Who fain would quench the palate's flame Must rescue from the watery foe The pale weak frame. Phraates, throned where Cyrus sate, May count for blest with vulgar herds, But not with Virtue; soon or late From lying words She weans men's lips; for him she keeps The crown, the purple, and the bays, Who dares to look on treasure-heaps With unblench'd gaze.
# The Odes and Carmen Saeculare/Book 2/Part 12

XII.
Nolis longa feræ.
THE weary war where fierce Numantia bled, Fell Hannibal, the swoln Sicilian main Purpled with Punic blood—not mine to wed These to the lyre's soft strain, Nor cruel Lapithæ, nor, mad with wine, Centaurs, nor, by Herculean arm o'ercome, The earth-born youth, whose terrors dimm'd the shine Of the resplendent dome Of ancient Saturn. You, Mæcenas, best In pictured prose of Cæsar's warrior feats Will tell, and captive kings with haughty crest Led through the Roman streets. On me the Muse has laid her charge to tell Of your Licymnia's voice, the lustrous hue Of her bright eye, her heart that beats so well To mutual passion true:
How nought she does but lends her added grace, Whether she dance, or join in bantering play, Or with soft arms the maiden choir embrace On great Diana's day. Say, would you change for all the wealth possest By rich Achæmenes or Phrygia's heir, Or the full stores of Araby the blest, One lock of her dear hair, While to your burning lips she bends her neck, Or with kind cruelty denies the due She means you not to beg for, but to take, Or snatches it from you?
# The Odes and Carmen Saeculare/Book 2/Part 17

XVII.
Cur me querelis.
WHY rend my heart with that sad sigh? It cannot please the gods or me That you, Mæcenas, first should die, My pillar of prosperity. Ah! should I lose one half my soul Untimely, can the other stay Behind it? Life that is not whole, Is that as sweet? The self-same day
Shall crush us twain; no idle oath Has Horace sworn; whene'er you go, We both will travel, travel both The last dark journey down below. No, not Chimæra's fiery breath, Nor Gyas, could he rise again, Shall part us; Justice, strong as death, So wills it; so the Fates ordain. Whether 'twas Libra saw me born Or angry Scorpio, lord malign Of natal hour, or Capricorn, The tyrant of the western brine, Our planets sure with concord strange Are blended. You by Jove's blest power Were snatch'd from out the baleful range Of Saturn, and the evil hour Was stay'd, when rapturous benches full Three times the auspicious thunder peal'd; Me the curst trunk, that smote my skull, Had slain; but Faunus, strong to shield The friends of Mercury, check'd the blow In mid descent. Be sure to pay The victims and the fane you owe; Your bard a humbler lamb will slay.
# The Odes and Carmen Saeculare/Book 2/Part 20

XX.
Non usitata.
NO vulgar wing, nor weakly plied, Shall bear me through the liquid sky; A two-form'd bard, no more to bide Within the range of envy's eye 'Mid haunts of men. I, all ungraced By gentle blood, I, whom you call Your friend, Mæcenas, shall not taste Of death, nor chafe in Lethe's thrall. E'en now a rougher skin expands Along my legs: above I change To a white bird; and o'er my hands And shoulders grows a plumage strange: Fleeter than Icarus, see me float O'er Bosporus, singing as I go, And o'er Gætulian sands remote, And Hyperborean fields of snow; By Dacian horde, that masks its fear Of Marsic steel, shall I be known, And furthest Scythian: Spain shall hear My warbling, and the banks of Rhone. No dirges for my fancied death; No weak lament, no mournful stave; All clamorous grief were waste of breath, And vain the tribute of a grave.
# The Odes and Carmen Saeculare/Book 2/Part 15

XV.
Jam pauca aratro.
FEW roods of ground the piles we raise Will leave to plough; ponds wider spread Than Lucrine lake will meet the gaze On every side; the plane unwed Will top the elm; the violet -bed, The myrtle, each delicious sweet, On olive-grounds their scent will shed, Where once were fruit-trees yielding meat; Thick bays will screen the midday range Of fiercest suns. Not such the rule Of Romulus, and Cato sage, And all the bearded, good old school. Each Roman's wealth was little worth, His country's much; no colonnade For private pleasance wooed the North With cool "prolixity of shade." None might the casual sod disdain To roof his home; a town alone, At public charge, a sacred fane Were honour'd with the pomp of stone.
# The Odes and Carmen Saeculare/Book 2/Part 19

XIX.
Bacchum in remotis.
BACCHUS I saw in mountain glades Retired (believe it, after years!) Teaching his strains to Dryad maids, While goat-hoof'd satyrs prick'd their ears. Evoe! my eyes with terror glare; My heart is revelling with the god; 'Tis madness! Evoe! spare, 0 spare, Dread wielder of the ivied rod!
Yes, I may sing the Thyiad crew, The stream of wine, the sparkling rills That run with milk, and honey-dew That from the hollow trunk distils; And I may sing thy consort's crown, New set in heaven, and Pentheus' hall With ruthless ruin thundering down, And proud Lycurgus' funeral. Thou turn'st the rivers, thou the sea; Thou, on far summits, moist with wine, Thy Bacchants' tresses harmlessly Dost knot with living serpent-twine. Thou, when the giants, threatening wrack, Were clambering up Jove's citadel, Didst hurl o'erweening Rhœtus back, In tooth and claw a lion fell. Who knew thy feats in dance and play Deem'd thee belike for war's rough game Unmeet: but peace and battle-fray Pound thee, their centre, still the same. Grim Cerberus wagg'd his tail to see Thy golden horn, nor dream'd of wrong, But gently fawning, follow'd thee, And lick'd thy feet with triple tongue.
# The Riot

A poem about the Gordon Riots.
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Old England, alas! what is come to thy sons! Such rioting over the Capital runs  That has not been seen for a cent'ry before. A rabble like that at a country wake, when a poor harmless bull is fast tied to a stake, With a Scot for their leader rush rapidly on To make at st. Stephen's their grievances known  Concerning the progress of Babylon's whore.
From the fields of St. George when speaking at least To see fifty thousand march just six abreast,  The City might well in confusion be thrown. Cockades of true blue never more were display'd, And to grace the procession the bagpipes were play'd. A more curious mixture did never appear: Lord George in the van, and Jack Ketch in the rear,  Crying, 'Down, down with Popery, down!'
As the peers were assembling this riot begins; Without blushing they broke the Lord President's shins,  And the bishops' silk robes were shamefully tore; From parliament wigs clouds of powder flew out, For bagas and full-bottoms were bandied about, And Germain very fain would have mended his pace When a full pot of porter came dash in his face  Who never but once was so frighted before.
But heavens be prais'd! the disturbance is o'er; Lord George safe and snug is lodg'd in the Tower,  Tho' Bedlam some think full as proper a place. From hence over Britain may harmony reign, And London the like ne'er experience again. When warring abroad, divisions at home By beating religion's fanatical drum  On the king'dom have brought the greatest disgrace.
# The Rise and Fall of Cesar Birotteau

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Original French title: "Histoire de la grandeur et de la décadence de César Birotteau". First published 1837. Included as part of La Comédie humaine.
Part I: Cesar at his Apogee
* Chapter I
* Chapter II
* Chapter III
* Chapter IV
* Chapter V
* Chapter VI
* Chapter VII
Part II: Cesar Grappling with Misfortune
* Chapter I
* Chapter II
* Chapter III
* Chapter IV
* Chapter V
* Chapter VI
* Chapter VII
Addendum
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