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# Justice

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* "Justice", by John Galsworthy
* "Justice" in The Yellow Book, 6 (1895), a poem by Richard Garnett
* "Justice", a poem by George Herbert ("I cannot skill of these thy wayes")
* "Justice", a poem by George Herbert ("O Dreadfull Justice, what a fright and terrour")
* "Justice", a poem by Rudyard Kipling
* "Justice", a short story by Owen Oliver
* "Justice", by Christopher Smart
* "Justice", a poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
* "Justice", a poem by George Edward Woodberry

### Encyclopaedia articles

* "Justice," in Encyclopædia Britannica (11th ed., 1911)
* "Justice," in Catholic Encyclopedia, (ed.) by Charles G. Herbermann and others, New York: The Encyclopaedia Press (1913)
# Letter to Chrestus of Syracuse

Constantine Augustus to Chrestus, bishop of Syracuse.
Already on a former occasion, when some in a base and perverse manner began to create divisions with regard to the worship of the holy and heavenly power, and the catholic religion, in my desire to cut short such dissensions among them, I had given orders Lo the effect that certain bishops should be sent from Gaul, nay further, that the opposing parties, who were contending stubbornly and persistently together, should be summoned from Africa; that so, in the presence also of the bishop of Rome, this question which appeared to have been raised might through their coming receive a right solution by means of a careful examination in every particular.
But since, as it happens, some, forgetful both of their own salvation and of the reverence they owe to their most holy religion, even now do not cease to perpetuate their private enmities, being unwilling to conform to the judgement already passed, and affirming that after all it was a few persons who gave their opinions and decisions, or that they were in a hurry to pass judgement very speedily and sharply without having first accurately examined all those matters that ought to have been investigated ; and since, as a result of all this, it has come to pass that even those very persons who ought to be of one mind in brotherly concord are separate from each other in a disgraceful, nay rather in an abominable, fashion, and give to those men whose souls are strangers to this most holy religion an occasion to scoff, it became incumbent upon me to provide that that which ought to have ceased by voluntary agreement, after the judgement already passed, may even now, if possible, be ended by the presence of many persons.
We have therefore commanded that very many bishops from various and numberless places should assemble at the city of Aries by the first of August.
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# Letter to Charles McPherson - February 25, 1773

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DEAR SIR, — Encouraged by the small acquaintance which I had the pleasure of having contracted with you during your residence in this country, I take the liberty of making the present application to you. I understood you were related to the gentleman of your name (Mr. James McPherson), to whom the world is so much indebted for the elegant collection, arrangement, and translation of Ossian's poems. These pieces have been and will, I think, during my life, continue to be to me the sources of daily pleasures. The tender and the sublime emotions of the mind were never before so wrought up by the human hand. I am not ashamed to own that I think this rude bard of the North the greatest poet that has ever existed. Merely for the pleasure of reading his works, I am become desirous of learning the language in which he sung, and of possessing his songs in their original form. Mr. McPherson, I think, informs us he is possessed of the originals. Indeed, a gentleman has lately told me he had seen them in print; but I am afraid he has mistaken a specimen from Temora, annexed to some of the editions of the translation, for the whole works. If they are printed, it will abridge my request and your trouble, to the sending me a printed copy; but if there be more such, my petition is, that you would be so good as to use your interest with Mr. McPherson to obtain leave to take a manuscript copy of them, and procure it to be done. I would choose it in a fair, round hand, on fine paper, with a good margin, bound in parchments as elegantly as possible, lettered on the back, and marbled or gilt on the edges of the leaves. I would not regard expense in doing this. I would further beg the favor of you to give me a catalogue of the books written in that language, and to send me such of them as may be necessary for learning it. These will, of course, include a grammar and dictionary. The cost of these, as well as the copy of Ossian, will be (for me), on demand, answered by Mr. Alexander McCaul, sometime of Virginia, merchant, but now of Glasgow, or by your friend Mr. Ninian Minzees, of Richmond, in Virginia, to whose care the books may be sent. You can, perhaps, tell me whether we may ever hope to see any more of those Celtic pieces published. Manuscript copies of any which are in print, it would at any time give me the greatest happiness to receive. The glow of one warm thought is to me worth more than money. I hear with pleasure from your friend that your path through life is likely to be smoothed by success. I wish the business and the pleasures of your situation would admit leisure now and then to scribble a line to one who wishes you every felicity, and would willingly merit the appellation of, dear sir, Your friend and humble servant.
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# Letter to Chastellux - November 26, 1782

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DEAR SIR, — I received your friendly letters of —— and June 30 but the latter not till the 17th of Oct. It found me a little emerging from the stupor of mind which had rendered me as dead to the world as she was whose loss occasioned it. Your letter recalled to my memory that there were persons still living of much value to me. If you should have thought me remiss in not testifying to you sooner how deeply I had been impressed with your worth in the little time I had the happiness of being with you you will I am sure ascribe it to it's true cause the state of dreadful suspense in which I had been kept all the summer & the catastrophe which closed it. Before that event my scheme of life had been determined. I had folded myself in the arms of retirement, and rested all prospects of future happiness on domestic & literary objects. A single event wiped away all my plans and left me a blank which I had not the spirits to fill up. In this state of mind an appointment from Congress found me, requiring me to cross the Atlantic. And that temptation might be added to duty I was informed at the same time from his Excy the Chevalier de Luzerne that a vessel of force would be sailing about the middle of Dec. in which you would be passing to France. I accepted the appointment and my only object now is so to hasten over those obstacles which would retard my departure as to be ready to join you in your voyage, fondly measuring your affections by my own & presuming your consent. It is not certain that by any exertion I can be in Philadelphia by the middle of December. The contrary is most probable. But hoping it will not be much later and counting on those procrastinations which usually attend the departure of vessels of size I have hopes of being with you in time. This will give me full leisure to learn the result of your observations on the natural bridge, to communicate to you my answers to the queries of Monsr de Marbois, to receive edification from you on these and on other subjects of science, considering chess too as a matter of science. Should I be able to get out in tolerable time and any extraordinary delays attend the sailing of the vessel I shall certainly do myself the honor of waiting on his Excy Count Rochambeau at his Head quarters and assuring him in person of my high respect and esteem for him -- an object of which I have never lost sight. To yourself I am unable to express the warmth of those sentiments of friendship & attachment with which I have the honour to be, Dr Sir, Your most obedt & mo hble servt.
# Letter to Clark Ashton Smith, November 27, 1927

I have had no chance to produce new material this autumn, but have been classifying notes & synopses in preparation for some monstrous tales later on. In particular I have drawn up some data on the celebrated & unmentionable Necronomicon of the mad Arab Abdul Alhazred! It seems that this shocking blasphemy was produced by a native of Sanaá, in Yemen, who flourished about 700 A.D. & made many mysterious pilgrimages to Babylon's ruins, Memphis's catacombs, & the devil-haunted & untrodden wastes of the great southern deserts of Arabia -- the Roba el Khaliyeh, where he claimed to have found records of things older than mankind, & to have learnt the worship of Yog-Sothoth & Cthulhu. The book was a product of Abdul's old age, which was spent in Damascus, & the original title was Al Azif -- azif (cf. Henley's notes to Vathek) being the name applied to those strange night noises (of insects) which the Arabs attribute to the howling of daemons. Alhazred died -- or disappeared -- under terrible circumstances in the year 738. In 950 Al Azif was translated into Greek by the Byzantine Theodorus Philetas under the title Necronomicon, & a century later it was burnt at the order of Michael, Patriarch of Constantinople. It was translated into Latin by Olaus in 1228, but placed on the Index Expurgatorius by Pope Gregory IX in 1232. The original Arabic was lost before Olaus' time, & the last known Greek copy perished in Salem in 1692. The work was printed in the 15th, 16th, & 17th centuries, but few copies are extant. Wherever existing, it is carefully guarded for the sake of the world's welfare & sanity. Once a man read through the copy in the library of Miskatonic University at Arkham -- read it through & fled wild-eyed into the hills... but that is another story!
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# Letter to Congressional Leaders on the Persian Gulf Crisis

January 8, 1991 Identical letters were sent to Tom Foley, Speaker of the House of Representatives; George J. Mitchell, Senate majority leader; Bob Dole, Senate Republican leader; and Robert H. Michel, House Republican leader.
Dear XXXXX:
The current situation in the Persian Gulf, brought about by Iraq's unprovoked invasion and subsequent brutal occupation of Kuwait, threatens vital U.S. interests. The situation also threatens the peace. It would, however, greatly enhance the chances for peace if Congress were now to go on record supporting the position adopted by the UN Security Council on twelve separate occasions. Such an action would underline that the United States stands with the international community and on the side of law and decency; it also would help dispel any belief that may exist in the minds of Iraq's leaders that the United States lacks the necessary unity to act decisively in response to Iraq's continued aggression against Kuwait.
Secretary of State Baker is meeting with Iraq's Foreign Minister on January 9. It would have been most constructive if he could have presented the Iraqi government a Resolution passed by both houses of Congress supporting the UN position and in particular Security Council Resolution 678. As you know, I have frequently stated my desire for such a Resolution. Nevertheless, there is still opportunity for Congress to act to strengthen the prospects for peace and safeguard this country's vital interests.
I therefore request that the House of Representatives and the Senate adopt a Resolution stating that Congress supports the use of all necessary means to implement UN Security Council Resolution 678. Such action would send the clearest possible message to Saddam Hussein that he must withdraw without condition or delay from Kuwait. Anything less would only encourage Iraqi intransigence; anything else would risk detracting from the international coalition arrayed against Iraq's aggression.
Mr. Speaker, I am determined to do whatever is necessary to protect America's security. I ask Congress to join with me in this task. I can think of no better way than for Congress to express its support for the President at this critical time. This truly is the last best chance for peace.
Sincerely,
George Bush
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# Jersey Journal/1902/Schoenfeld Divorce Decree Signed To-Day

Charles L. Schoenfeld in the Jersey Journal on July 14, 1902.
Schoenfeld Divorce Decree Signed To-Day. Vice-Chancellor Pitney in Chancery Chambers this morning signed a decree divorcing Charles L. Schoenfeld, vice-president of the Hoboken Quartette Club, from his wife, Caroline. Ex-judge Paxton and ex-judge Hoffman were his counsel. The custody of the only child, a two-year-old girl, may be determined later, For the present the child remains with the mother.
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# Letitia Elizabeth Landon (L. E. L.) in Fisher's Drawing Room Scrap Book, 1834/Shuhur Jeypore

See Amber Fort
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* SHUHUR, - JEYPORE.
* Artist: W. Purser - Engraved by: P. Heath
SHUHUR JEYPORE.
A lonely grave, far from all kindred ties; Lonely like life, and that was past afar
From friends and home. 'Tis well that youth has hopes That gladden with the future present hours; Or else how sorrowful would seem the time
Which parts the young bird from its parent nest,
To wing its passage through the dreary world.
 Alas! hope is not prophecy,—we dream, But rarely does the glad fulfilment come:
We leave our land and we return no more;
Or come again, the weary and the worn.
 But yonder grave, where the dark branches droop, The only sign of mourning, early closed
O'er the young English stranger;—former love
And other days were warm about his heart,
When it grew cold forever . . . . . . . And many are the tombs that scattered lie Alone neglected, o’er the Indian plains— ’Tis the worst curse, on this our social world, Fortune’s perpetual presence—wealth, which now Is like life’s paramount necessity. For this, the household band is broken up, The hearth made desolate—and sundered hearts Left to forget or break. For this the earth Is cover'd with a thousand English graves, By whose side none remain to weep or pray; Alas! we do mistake, and vainly buy Our golden idols at too great a price. I’d rather share the lowest destiny, That dares not look beyond the present day, But treads on native ground, breathes native air,— Than win the wealth of worlds beyond the wave; And pine and perish ’neath a foreign sky.
Shuhur is a small town, in a wild part of Jeypore. The recent death of a young acquaintance in its neighbourhood, led to the above lines. Every traveller alludes to the melancholy appearance of European burying-grounds; without mourners or memorial, and almost without the common decencies of sepulture.
# Letitia Elizabeth Landon (L. E. L.) in Fisher's Drawing Room Scrap Book, 1834/The Missionary

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* INTERIOR OF EXETER CATHEDRAL.
* Artist: T. Allom - Engraved by: E. Challis
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* TRIAD FIGURE, INTERIOR OF ELEPHANTA.
* Artist: S. Prout - Engraved by: W. Woolnoth
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* CAWNPORE.
* Artist: S. Prout - Engraved by: C. Mottram
* Cawnpore.—"At this place, the excellent missionary, Henry Martyn, laboured for some months, in the years 1809 and 1810, both among the Europeans in the cantonments, and among the natives in the town. In the life of Martyn there is an account of his first effort to preach the gospel publicly to a mixture of the Hindoos and Mohammedans at Cawnpore. This attempt to make the word of God known to these people, seems to have had a peculiar blessing upon it; and at times he drew together a congregation of eight hundred souls, who frequently burst into loud applause at what he said. Surely, the word of the Lord shall not return to him void."—Elliot. ​
THE MISSIONARY.
It is a glorious task to seek,  Where misery droops the patient head:
Where tears are on the widow’s cheek,  Where weeps the mourner o’er the dead.
These are the moments when the heart
 Turns from a world no longer dear;
These are the moments to impart
 The only hope still constant here.
That hope is present in our land,
 For many a sacred shrine is there;
Time-honoured old cathedrals stand ;*Exeter Cathedral  Each village has its house of prayer.
O’er all the realm one creed is spread—
 One name adored—one altar known:
If souls there be in doubt, or dread,
 Alas! the darkness is their own.
The priest whose heart is in his toil
 Hath here a task of hope and love;
He dwells upon his native soil,
 He has his native sky above.
Not so beneath this foreign sky;  Not so upon this burning strand;
Where yonder giant temples lie,†Triad Figure: Cave of Elephanta  The miracles of mortal hand.
Mighty and beautiful, but given  To idols of a creed profane;
That cast the shade of earth on heaven,
 By fancies monstrous, vile, and vain.
The votary here must half unlearn
 The accents of his mother-tongue;
Must dwell ’mid strangers, and must earn
 Fruits from a soil reluctant wrung.
His words on hardened hearts must fall,  Harden'd till God’s appointed hour;
Yet he must wait, and watch o'er all,  Till hope grows faith, and prayer has power.
And many a grave neglected lies,  Where sleep the soldiers of the Lord; Who perish'd ’neath the sultry skies,  Where first they preached that sacred word.
But not in vain—their toil was blest;  Life's dearest hope by them was won;
A blessing is upon their rest,  And on the work which they begun.
Yon city,* where our purer creedCawnpore  Was as a thing unnamed, unknown,
Has now a sense of deeper need,
 Has now a place of prayer its own.
And many a darkened mind has light,
 And many a stony heart has tears;
The morning breaking o’er that night,
 So long upon those godless spheres.
Our prayers be with them—we who know  The value of a soul to save,
Must pray for those, who seek to show
 The Heathen hope beyond the grave.
# Letitia Elizabeth Landon (L. E. L.) in Fisher's Drawing Room Scrap Book, 1834/The Dancing Girl

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* The Dancing Girl.
* Artist: after Canova - Engraved by: —
THE DANCING GIRL.
A light and joyous figure, one that seems
As if the air were her own element; Begirt with cheerful thoughts, and bringing back
Old days, when nymphs upon Arcadian plains
Made musical the wind, and in the sun
Flash’d their bright cymbals and their whitest hands. These were the days of poetry—the woods
Were haunted with sweet shadows; and the caves
Odorous with moss, and lit with shining spars,
Were homes where Naiades met some graceful youth Beneath the moonlit heaven—all this is past;
Ours is a darker and a sadder age;
Heaven help us through it!—’tis a weary world
The dust and ashes of a happier time.
# Letitia Elizabeth Landon (L. E. L.) in Fisher's Drawing Room Scrap Book, 1834/Contents

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TABLE OF CONTENTS
| The Zenana | 6 |
| The Zenana - Song - My lonely lute, how can I ask | 25 |
| The Zenana - Continuation | 27 |
| The Zenana - Song - Lady, sweet Lady, song of mine | 32 |
| The Zenana - Interlude | 34 |
| The Zenana - The Raki | 35 |
| The Zenana - Interlude | 38 |
| The Zenana - Song - Oh weep not o’er the quiet grave | 40 |
| The Zenana - Interlude | 41 |
| The Zenana - Kishen Kower | 42 |
| The Zenana - Continuation | 49 |
| John Kemble | 60 |
| Sefton Church | 62 |
| The Dancing Girl | 66 |
| A Legend of Teignmouth | 68 |
| Airey Force | 72 |
| The Reply of the Fountain | 74 |
| The Wishing Gate | 78 |
| Grasmere Lake | 80 |
| Hebe | 84 |
| Shuhur, Jeypore | 86 |
| Preston | 88 |
| The Missionary | 91 |
| Coniston Water | 96 |
| The Visionary | 98 |
# Letitia Elizabeth Landon (L. E. L.) in Fisher's Drawing Room Scrap Book, 1834/Hebe

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* Hebe.
* Artist: after Canova - Engraved by: —
HEBE.
Youth! thou art a lovely time,  With thy wild and dreaming eyes;
Looking onwards to their prime,
 Coloured by their April skies.
Yet I do not wish for thee, Pass, oh! quickly pass from me.
Thou hast all too much unrest,  Haunted by vain hopes and fears;
Though thy check with smiles be drest,  Yet that cheek is wet with tears. Bitter are the frequent showers, Falling in thy sunny hours.
Let my heart grow calm and cold,
 Calm to sorrow, cold to love;
Let affections loose their hold,
 Let my spirit look above.
I am weary—youth, pass on, All thy dearest gifts are gone.
She in whose sweet form the Greek  Bade his loveliest vision dwell;
She of yon bright cup and cheek,
 From her native heaven fell: Type of what may never last, Soon the heaven of youth is past.
Oh! farewell—for never more
 Can thy dreams again be mine;
Hope and truth and faith are o’er,
 And the heart which was their shrine
Has no boon of thee to seek, Asking but to rest or break.
# Letitia Elizabeth Landon (L. E. L.) in Fisher's Drawing Room Scrap Book, 1834/John Kemble

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* Artist:Thomas Lawrence F.R.A. - Engraved by: G. Adcock
JOHN KEMBLE.
Oh! glorious triumph, thus to sway at will
All feelings in our nature; thus to work
The springs of sympathy, the mines of thought,
And all the deep emotions of the heart. To colour the fine paintings of the mind,
And bid them move and breathe. Our island bard,
He who flung human life upon his page,
How much he owes the actor. Kemble once
Made Hamlet, Cato, and the Noble Moor,
Our own familiar friends—they lived, they looked,
And left an actual image on the soul.
I would I could remember them, but he
Who looks yon pale and melancholy prince,
Was past before my time—yet still the stage
Is fancy’s world of poetry to me—
For I have heard the pathos of the Moor
Tremble in broken music, when he bids
His last farewell to Venice, and implores
For charity and rest:—and I have wept
When the stern father slays his only child,
That he may keep her memory a thing
To shelter in his heart. Nor is she least
Amid these haunting shapes—that gentle wife,
Who kept one stainless faith through long, long years, Of utter hopelessness, and yet loved on;
Till Mantua ranks within my memory, With those Italian cities which have been
The visions of my youth.
I know not how it acts on other minds,
But this I know, my most enchanted world
Is hidden when the curtain falls, and leaves
Remembrance only of its gorgeous dreams
And beautiful creations.