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# Fables of Æsop and Other Eminent Mythologists/Fable LXXV

Fab. LXXV.
An Eagle and a Daw.
AN Eagle made a Stoop at a Lamb; Truss’d it, and took it Cleverly away with her, A Mimical Daw, that saw This Exploit, would needs try the same Experiment upon a Ram: But his Claws were so Shackled in the Fleece with Lugging to get him up, that the Shepherd came in, and Caught him before he could Cleare Himself; He Clipt his Wings, and carry'd him Home to his Children to Play withal. They came Gaping about him, and ask’d their Father what Strange Bird that Was? Why, says he, He'l tell you Himself that he's an Eagle; but if you'll take My Word for't; I know him to be a Daw.
The Moral.
REFLEXION.
# Fables of Æsop and Other Eminent Mythologists/Fable LXIII

Fab. LXIII.
A Laden Asse and a Horse.
AS a Horse and an Asse were upon the Way together, the Asse cryed out to his Companion, to Ease him, of his Burden, though never so little, he should fall down Dead else. The Horse would not; and so his Fellow-Servant sunk under his Load. The Master, upon This, had the Asse Flay’d, and laid ​his Whole Pack, Skin and All, upon the Horse. Well, (says he) This Judgment is befall'n me for my Ill Nature, in refusing to help my Brother in the Depth of his Distress.
The Moral.
REFLEXION.
The Bus'ness of the World, is more or less, the Bus'ness of Every Man that lives in’t: And if the Great and the Small do not Joyn in One Common Assistance, where the Matter requires it, they are in Danger to be Both Undone: So that it is for the Good of the Whole, that the Several Parts take care One for Another.
We have here set before us the Mischieves of Ill Nature, and Imprudence, both in One; and the Folly of nor Heeding the Duty, as well as the Common Necessity, of Helping One Another. [This is None of My Bus'ness] we Cry; never considering, that in Things Requisite to be done, what One Cannot, Another Must: Beside, that in the Cafe of a Fellow-Servant, or an Honest Neighbour, I am as much bound to save him from Sinking under a Heavy Burden, as I am to give him a Cup of Drink, or a Morsel of Bread, to keep him from Choaking or Starving: It makes a Breach in a Community, when Particular Men shall take upon them to Divide from the Common Service of the Body: And He that sets up a Private Interest, Separate from the Publique, Discontinues the Connexion of the Government, by Cutting off That Link of the Chain. But the Miseries and Calamities that follow upon departing from the Known Rules and Measures of Political Order, are sufficient to Enlighten us in the Reason of Political Methods, and to Excite us to an Agreement in all Reciprocal Services, One with Another. There’s the Duty of Charity in't, and the Foundations of Governing Prudence; Beside, that we are likewise Mov’d to’t, by a Sense of Tenderness, Honor and Justice,
The Churlish Humour of this Horse, is too much the Humour of Mankind, even in the Case of Subjects to the same Master; but such is the Vanity that many People draw from their Titles, and their Trappings, that they look down upon their Fellows, as if they were not All made of the same Clay. To speak the Plain Truth of the Matter, 'Tis the Little People that support the Great; and when the Foundation fails, the whole Fabrick must either drop into Rubbish, or otherwise Rest upon the Shoulders of their Superiors.
# Fables of Æsop and Other Eminent Mythologists/Fable LXIV and LXV

Fab. LXIV.
A Collyer and a Fuller.
A Fuller had a very kind Invitation from a Collyer to come and Live in the House with him: He gave him a Thousand Thanks for his Civility; but cold him that it would not Stand with his Convenience; for (says he) as fast as I make any thing Clean, You'll be Smutting it again.
Fab. LXV.
A Thrush and a Swallow.
AH my Dear Mother! says the Thrush, Never had any Creature such a Friend as I have, of this same Swallow. No, says she, nor ever any Mother such a Fool to her Son as I have, or this same Thrush: To talk of a Friendship betwixt People that cannot so much as live together in the same Climate and Season. One is for the Summer, T'other, for Winter; And that which keeps You Alive, Kills your Companion.
The Moral of the Two fables above.
REFLEXION.
This is to bid us have a care what Friendships we Contract, and what Company we keep; for Contrary Humours and Manners will never agree together. There can be no Thought of Uniting Those that Nature it self has Divided. And this Caution holds good in all the Bus'ness of a Sober Man's Life; as Marriage, Studies, Pleasures, Society, Commerce, and the like: 'Tis in some sort, with Friends (Pardon the Courseness of the Illustration) as it is with Dogs in Couples. They should be of the same Size, and Humour; and That which Pleases the One should Please the Other: But if they Draw Several Ways, and if One be too Strong for T'other, they'll be ready to Hang themselves upon Every Gate or Style they come at. This is the Moral of the Friendship betwixt a Thrush and a Swallow, that can never Live together.
# Fables of Æsop and Other Eminent Mythologists/Fable LXVII

Fab. LXVII.
A Trumpeter taken Prisoner.
UPon the Rout of an Army there was a Trumpeter made a Pris'ner, and as the Soldiers were about to Cut his Throat; Gentlemen (says he) Why should You Kill a Man that Kills No Body? You shall Die the rather for That, cries one of the Company, for being so Mean a Rascal, as to set other People together by the Ears, without Fighting your self.
The Moral.
REFLEXION.
This is to Reprove Those (according to the old Moral) that Stir upvMen in Power to do Publick Mischief; which is much Worse than any Man's Doing a Private One Himself: And only a Safer Way of Commntting greater Outrages.
The Trumpeter's Plea, is so Arrant a Shuffle here, that an Incendiary at the Barr, or in the Pulpit, has as much to say for Himself. He that Countenances, Encourages, or Abetts a Mischief, Does it. The Seditious Lawyer, or Divine, Kills No Body with his own Hand, but by a False Gloss perhaps, upon a Law, or a Text, he may cause Ten Thousand Swords to be Drawn, without Spilling One Drop of Bloud immediately Himself. Shall any Man now, that Willfully, and Maliciously, procures the Cutting of whole Armies to Pieces, set up for an Innocent? As it the Lives that were taken away by his Instigation, were not to be Charged upon his Account. He that Covers Murder, Oppression, Sacrilege, Rebellion, with a Cloak of Statute and Scripture, makes God and Government, Effectually, the Authors of the Wickedness: And Those are the Basest, and Worst of Bravo's, that Employ Journeymen-Mercenaries under them to do the Work. What is This, but to Engage our Bibles, and our Law-Books in a Conspiracy against Themselves? Shall He that gives Fire to the Train, pretend to Wash his Hands of the Hurt that’s done by the Playing of the Mine? Humane Corruptions are as Catching as Powder; as Easily Enflam‘d, and the Fire afterward as Hard to be Quench’d. That which a Man Causes to be Done, he Does Himself, and ’tis all a case whether he does it by Practice, Precept, or Example. In One Word, He that Kindles the Passions of the Mobile is Answerable for the Following Conflagration. When the Men of the Long Robe have once Preach’d the People to Tinder, the Least Spark sets them a Fire: so that they have no more to do then to Inculcate the Doctrine of Disobedicnce, and so leave the Multitude to chew upon't. A Trumpeter in the Pulpit is the very Emblem of a Trumpeter in the Field; and the same Charge holds Good against Both. Only the Spiritual Trumpeter is the more Pernicious Instrument of the Two; for the Latter serves only to Rowze the Courage of the Soldiers without any Doctrine of Application upon the Text, whereas the other infuses Malice over and above, and Preaches Death and Damnation, Both in Onc, and gives ye the very Chapter and Verse for’t.
# Fables of Æsop and Other Eminent Mythologists/Fable LXIX

Fab. LXIX.
A Farmer and his Dogs.
A Certain Farmer was put to such a Pinch in a Hard Winter for Provisions, that he was forc’d to Feed Himself and his Family upon the Main Stock. The Sheep went First to Pot; the Goats Next; and after Them, the Oxen; and All Little enough to keep Life and Soul together. The Dogs call'd a Councel upon't and Resolv'd to shew their Master a Fair pair of Heeles for't, before it came to be Their Turn; for, (said they) after he has Cut the Throats of our Fellow Servants, that are so Necessary for his Bus'ness, it cannot be Expected that he will ever Spare us.
The Moral.
REFLEXION.
'Tis a Common Thing for a Master to Sacrifice a Servant to his Own Ease, and Interest; but there’s No Meddling with Men of That Inhospitable Humour, where the Domestiques, how Faithful soever, can never be Secure.
This is according to the Old Moral; but not without some Force (in My Opinion at least) to the Natural Biass of the Fable. The Farmer has no Liberty of Choice before him, but either to do what he does, or to Perish: And in so Doing, (with all respect to the Rules of Honesty) he does but his Duty; without any way Incurring the Character of an Ill Natur'd Man, or a Cruel Master. But there may be also Another Doctrine Rais’d from it; which is, That in Cases of Extreme Difficulty, the Laws of Conveniency, and Ordinary Practice must give place to the Laws of Necessity. This was the Naked Truth of the Farmers Case.
# Government by Treaty

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The Covenant on Human Rights:
* It Threatens Basic American Liberties
* We Can Lose Our Rights Through Treaty
* The Threat to Freedom of Worship
* Threat to a Free Press and Free Speech
* A Danger to Our Bill of Rights
* Are Americans Ready for It?
* What We Can Do About It
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# Government and Civic Employees Organizing Committee, CIO v. Windsor

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United States Supreme Court
353 U.S. 364
Government and Civic Employees Organizing Committee, CIO v. Windsor
Argued: April 29, 30, 1957. --- Decided: May 13, 1957
Mr.
Milton I. Shadur, Chicago, Ill., for the appellants.
Mr. Gordon Madison, Montgomery, Ala., for the appellees.
PER CURIAM.

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# Fugitive Poetry. 1600–1878/Lost

Lost.
My sad tears flow, and weep lost worth, My grief-filled bosom heaves with pain, To think, ah, bitter thought,—on earth I ne'er shall see his face again.
Ah, never more his manly voice Will mingle with the children's glee, Nor e'er again may I rejoice At thought of him come back from sea.
For in the cold dark deep he lies, Who was so gentle, free, and brave, O'er his lone grave the sad wind sighs Where rolls the wild Atlantic wave.
Yet sweet consoling thought, that He Who "takes but what He gave away" Has vowed by His sure word to be The widow's help, the orphan's stay.
Still tears will come when memories sweet Recur of him I mourn in vain, But, ah, the happy hope to meet— To meet—ne'er more to part again!
# Fugitive Poetry. 1600–1878/Lyric and Legendary

Lyric and Legendary.
Hail, ye mighty masters of the lay, Nature's true sons, the friends of man and truth; Whose song, sublimely sweet, serenely gay, Amused my childhood, and informed my youth: Oh! let your spirit still my bosom soothe, Inspire my dreams, and my wild wanderings guide; Your voice each rugged path of life can smoothe, For well I know, wherever ye reside, There harmony, and peace, and innocence abide.
Beattie.
Song sweetens toil, however rude the sound; All at her work the village maiden sings; Nor, while she turns the giddy wheel around, Revolves the sad vicissitudes of life.
Giffard.
Those venerable ancient Song enditers Soared many a pitch beyond our modern writers; With rough, majestic strength they touched the heart, And Truth and Nature made amends for Art.
Rowe.
# Fugitive Poetry. 1600–1878/Lizzie Lindsay

Lizzie Lindsay.
"Will ye gang wi' me, Lizzie Lindsay? Will ye gang to the Highlands wi' me? Will ye gang wi' me, Lizzie Lindsay, My bride and my darling to be?"
"To gang to the Highlands wi' you, sir, I dinna ken how that may be; For I ken nae the land that ye live in, Nor ken I the lad I'm gaun wi'."
"O Lizzie lass, ye maun ken little, If sae that ye dinna ken me; For my name is Lord Roland MacDonald, A chieftain o' high degree."
She has kilted her coats o' green satin, She has kilted them up to the knee, And she's aff wi' Lord Roland MacDonald, His bride and his darling to be.
# Fugitive Poetry. 1600–1878/Moral

Moral.
We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not breaths: In feelings, not in figures on a dial. We should count time by heart-throbs. He most lives Who thinks most; feels the noblest; acts the best.
Bailey.
Only add Deeds to thy knowledge answerable, add Faith, Add Virtue, Patience, Temperance, add Love, By name to come call'd Charity, the soul Of all the rest; then wilt thou not be loath To leave this Paradise, but shalt possess A Paradise within thee, happier far.
Milton.
Morality is only confused and clouded by being associated with theories of the universe. All faiths acknowledge and authenticate the moral code. None dare alter it. All sacred books enunciate the Commandments in very nearly the same terms. No religion dares inculcate intemperance, falsehood, or impurity. Morality must be obeyed on its own authority, and maintained for its own sake.
Frothingham.
He that does good to another man, does also good to himself; not only in the consequence, but in the very act of doing it; for the conscience of well-doing is an ample reward.—Seneca.
It is to live twice, when you can enjoy the recollection of your former life.—Martial.
# Fugitive Poetry. 1600–1878/Lines for the First Leaves of an Album

Lines for the First Leaves of an Album.
Let this album, bright-souled maiden, Be an emblem of thy life; Let not its fair leaves be laden With a single thought of strife.
Let no vain, unreal sorrow Blur the beauty of the page; No unknown, unborn "to-morrow" Lend to youth the hue of age.
Empty wishes—eager throngings Of vague hopes that cry for food;— Ever-anxious, restless longings After absent, distant good:
From all these, and all who bring them, Shut thy life, and seal thy book; From thy soul, like shadows, fling them; Banish them by one bright look.
Here all pleasant fancies hover— All that at once are bright and brief: The raptures of the happy lover, But not a jot of his fond grief.
The wit (if you can chance to find it) Where good-nature points the dart; The wisdom that, when bright thoughts bind it, Softens, but saddens not the heart.
Nay—let e'en nothings find a place, If they are prettily disguised ones; He who says nothings with a grace, Is worth a score of would-be-wise ones.
Nor let the pencil's magic art Be wanting to complete thy pages: That can more vivid thoughts impart Than all the pens of all the sages;—
That can lend forms to thy fair book The pen alone could compass never; That can arrest the fleeting look, And fix the fugitive for ever.
# Fugitive Poetry. 1600–1878/Matrimony

Matrimony.
"My dear, what makes you always yawn?" The wife exclaimed, her temper gone, "Is home so dull and dreary?" "Not so, my love?" he said, "not so; But man and wife are one, you know; And when alone I'm weary."
# Fugitive Poetry. 1600–1878/Moses in the Bulrushes

Moses in the Bulrushes.
Beside the river's brink, Where tall the rushes grew, She gently laid him down, And, weeping, then withdrew To some secluded spot, Where she intent could view What there might him befall, What danger might accrue.
But long she did not wait, For she at length espied King Pharaoh's daughter come Down by the river's side To bathe, as custom was With that illustrious fair, And from pollution cleanse Her form so noble, there.
When to the place she came, The ark it caught her eye, She to her servants said, "See yonder what doth lie Afloat upon the wave, Where those tall rushes are?— Some dark, mysterious thing Lies hidden surely there.
My maidens, haste and see What this strange thing can mean." Her servants heard and went, And to the ark they came,
How great was their surprise When they the sight beheld: An infant-lying there,— A lovely Hebrew child.
The tender infant wept, The princess felt its smart, She gently took him up, And pressed him to her heart. Unlike her noble sire, Who wickedly decreed That every male should die, Born of the Hebrew seed.
Like some kind mother, she Beheld the helpless babe, And thought within herself His life, how shall I save? I'll take him as mine own, And he my son shall be, And at my father's court He there shall dwell with me.
In all the arts and skill Of Egypt's sacred lore, I'll fitly train him up, Its mysteries to explore; His name I'll Moses call, To signify and show, That from the rippling wave His tender form I drew.
And while she mused thus, Young Miriam forward came, And seemed as if she would Some information gain; And with a modest look She to the princess said, "Shall I a woman seek To nurse the tender babe?"
"Yes, little maiden, go, A Hebrew woman bring But least did she suspect That Miriam knew the thing. With eager haste she ran The joyful news to tell, That for the lovely babe All things were working well.
When to her home she came, The story she made known, The mother clasped her hands, And cried, "God's will be done!" Then with a heartfelt joy, Such as a mother feels, She to the princess hastes, And in her presence kneels.
The princess then to her In sweetest accents said, "See you this lovely child— This tender, darling babe: To your maternal care, Committed he shall be; Take him and bring him up, And nurse him well for me:
Such wages I will pay As you of me demand, And when he's fully grown I'll take him from your hand." And safely lodged once more Upon its mother's breast, The tender infant sleeps, And takes its wonted rest.
But through the vista years, What noble form is seen, What sweetness in his looks, And majesty serene? 'Tis he—the helpless babe, A conqueror become; 'Tis he—the man of God, Conducting Israel home.
# Fugitive Poetry. 1600–1878/My Grave

My Grave.
Shall they bury me in the deep, Where wind-forgetting waters sleep? Shall they dig a grave for me Under the greenwood tree? Or on the wild heath, Where the wilder breath Of the storm, doth blow? Oh, no! oh, no!
Shall they bury me in the Palace Tombs, Or under the shade of cathedral domes? Sweet 'twere to lie on Italy's shore; Yet not there, nor in Greece, though I love it more. In the wolf or the vulture my grave shall I find? Shall my ashes career on the world-seeing wind? Shall they fling my corpse in the battle mound, Where coffinless thousands lie under the ground? Just as they fall they are buried so— Oh, no! oh, no!
No! on an Irish green hillside, On an opening lawn—but not too wide; For I love the drip of the wetted trees— On me blow no gales, but a gentle breeze, To freshen the turf: put no tombstone there, But green sods decked with daisies fair. Nor sods too deep; but so that the dew, The matted grass-roots may trickle through— Be my epitaph writ on my country's mind, "He served his country, and loved his kind." Oh! 'twere merry under the grave to go, If one were sure to be buried so.
# Hill v. United States (298 U.S. 460)

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United States Supreme Court
298 U.S. 460
Hill v. United States
Argued: May 4, 1936. --- Decided: May 18, 1936
Messrs. Homer S.C.ummings, Atty. Gen., and Gordon Dean, of Washington, D.C., for Hill, Warden.
Mr. Robert E. Lynch, of Washington, D.C., for the United States ex rel. Wampler.
Mr. Justice CARDOZO delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Hill v. Thompson

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94 U.S. 322
Hill v. Thompson
ERROR to the Circuit Court of the United States for the Eastern District of Michigan.
Thompson commenced proceedings in involuntary bankruptcy against Hill & Leufestey in the District Court for the Eastern District of Michigan. Hill appeared to show cause against the petition, and, under sect. 5026, Rev. Stat., demanded a trial by jury, 'to ascertain the fact of the alleged bankruptcy.' Pursuant to this demand a trial was had, which resulted in a verdict finding the facts set forth in the petition to be true; and an adjudication was made accordingly. Exceptions were taken at the trial to the rulings of the court upon the admissibility of testimony, and also to the charge. The proceedings were then carried by writ of error to the Circuit Court, where the judgment of the District Court was affirmed; and this court is now asked to review the action of the Circuit Court by writ of error.
Mr. H. B. Brown for the plaintiff in error.
Mr. C. A. Kent, contra.
MR. CHIEF JUSTICE WAITE delivered the opinion of the court.

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# Hill v. United States

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# Hill v. United Stated

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## Dissenting Opinion

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United States Supreme Court
149 U.S. 593
Hill v. United Stated
J. Alex. Preston, for plaintiff in error.
Atty. Gen. Miller, for the United States.
Mr. Justice GRAY delivered the opinion of the court.

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