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# Letters of Junius/Letter XXVIII

LETTER XXVIII.
TO THE PRINTER OF THE PUBLIC ADVERTISER.
20. October 1769.
SIR,
I VERY sincerely applaud the spirit with which a lady has paid the debt of gratitude to her benefactor. Though I think she has mistaken the point, she shews a virtue which makes her respectable. The question turned upon the personal generosity or avarice of a man, whose private fortune is immense. The proofs of his munificence must be drawn from the uses, to which he has applied that fortune. I was not speaking of a Lord Lieutenant of Ireland, but of a rich English duke, whose wealth gave him the means of doing as much good in this country, as he derived from his power in another. I am far from wishing to lessen the merit of this single benevolent action;—perhaps it is the more conspicuous, from standing alone. All I mean to say is, that it proves nothing in the present argument.
JUNIUS.
# Letters of Junius/Letter XXI

LETTER XXI.
TO THE PRINTER OF THE PUBLIC ADVERTISER.
22. August, 1769. SIR,
I MUST beg of you to print a few lines in explanation of some passages in my last letter, which, I see, have been misunderstood.
​1. When I said, that the House of Commons never meant to sound Mr. Walpole's incapacity on his expulsion only, I meant no more than to deny the general proposition, that expulsion alone creates the incapacity. If there be any thing ambiguous in the expression, I beg leave to explain it by saying, that, in my opinion, expulsion neither creates, nor in any part contributes to create the incapacity in question.
2. I carefully avoided entering into the merits of Mr. Walpole's case. I did not enquire, whether the house of commons acted justly, or whether they truly declared the law of parliament. My remarks went only to their apparent meaning and intention, as it stands declared in their own resolution.
3. I never meant to affirm, that a commitment to the Tower created a disqualification. On the contrary, I considered that idea as an absurdity, into which the Ministry must inevitably fall, if they reasoned right upon their own principles.
The case of Mr. Wollaston speaks for itself. The Ministry assert, that expulsion alone ​creates an absolute, complete incapacity to be re-elected to sit in the same Parliament. This proposition they have uniformly maintained, without any condition or modification whatsoever. Mr. Wollaston was expelled, re-elected, and admitted to take his seat in the same parliament.—I leave it to the public to determine, whether this be a plain matter of fact, or mere nonsense or declamation.
JUNIUS.
# Marlborough and other poems/The Seekers

XVIII
THE SEEKERS
The gates are open on the road That leads to beauty and to God.
Perhaps the gates are not so fair, Nor quite so bright as once they were, When God Himself on earth did stand And gave to Abraham His hand And led him to a better land.
For lo! the unclean walk therein, And those that have been soiled with sin. The publican and harlot pass Along: they do not stain its grass. In it the needy has his share, In it the foolish do not err. Yes, spurned and fool and sinner stray Along the highway and the way.
And what if all its ways are trod By those whom sin brings near to God? This journey soon will make them clean: Their faith is greater than their sin.
​For still they travel slowly by Beneath the promise of the sky, Scorned and rejected utterly; Unhonoured; things of little worth Upon the highroads of this earth; Afflicted, destitute and weak: Nor find the beauty that they seek, The God they set their trust upon: —Yet still they march rejoicing on.
March 1913
# Marlborough and other poems/What You Will

XIV
WHAT YOU WILL
O come and see, it's such a sight, So many boys all doing right: To see them underneath the yoke, Blindfolded by the elder folk, Move at a most impressive rate Along the way that is called straight. O, it is comforting to know They're in the way they ought to go. But don't you think it's far more gay To see them slowly leave the way And limp and loose themselves and fall? O, that's the nicest thing of all. 1 love to see this sight, for then I know they are becoming men, And they are tiring of the shrine Where things are really not divine.
I do not know if it seems brave The youthful spirit to enslave, And hedge about, lest it should grow. I don't know if it's better so In the long end. I only know ​That when I have a son of mine, He shan't be made to droop and pine, Bound down and forced by rule and rod To serve a God who is no God. But I'll put custom on the shelf And make him find his God himself. Perhaps he'll find him in a tree, Some hollow trunk, where you can see. Perhaps the daisies in the sod Will open out and show him God. Or will he meet him in the roar Of breakers as they beat the shore? Or in the spiky stars that shine? Or in the rain (where I found mine)? Or in the city's giant moan? —A God who will be all his own, To whom he can address a prayer And love him, for he is so fair, And see with eyes that are not dim And build a temple meet for him.
30 June 1913
# Marlborough and other poems/Stones

II
STONES
This field is almost white with stones That cumber all its thirsty crust. And underneath, I know, are bones, And all around is death and dust.
And if you love a livelier hue— O, if you love the youth of year, When all is clean and green and new, Depart. There is no summer here.
Albeit, to me there lingers yet In this forbidding stony dress The impotent and dim regret For some forgotten restlessness.
Dumb, imperceptibly astir, These relics of an ancient race, These men, in whom the dead bones were Still fortifying their resting-place.
​Their field of life was white with stones; Good fruit to earth they never brought. O, in these bleached and buried bones Was neither love nor faith nor thought.
But like the wind in this bleak place, Bitter and bleak and sharp they grew, And bitterly they ran their race, A brutal, bad, unkindly crew:
Souls like the dry earth, hearts like stone, Brains like that barren bramble-tree: Stern, sterile, senseless, mute, unknown— But bold, O, bolder far than we!
14 July 1913
# Marlborough and other poems/The River

XVII
THE RIVER
He watched the river running black Beneath the blacker sky; It did not pause upon its track Of silent instancy; It did not hasten, nor was slack, But still went gliding by.
It was so black. There was no wind Its patience to defy. It was not that the man had sinned, Or that he wished to die. Only the wide and silent tide Went slowly sweeping by.
The mass of blackness moving down Filled full of dreams the eye; The lights of all the lighted town Upon its breast did lie; The tall black trees were upside down In the river phantasy.
​He had an envy for its black Inscrutability; He felt impatiently the lack Of that great law whereby The river never travels back But still goes gliding by;
But still goes gliding by, nor clings To passing things that die, Nor shows the secrets that it brings From its strange source on high. And he felt "We are two living things And the weaker one is I."
He saw the town, that living stack Piled up against the sky. He saw the river running black On, on and on: O, why Could he not move along his track With such consistency?
He had a yearning for the strength That comes of unity: The union of one soul at length With its twin-soul to lie: To be a part of one great strength That moves and cannot die.
​He watched the river running black Beneath the blacker sky. He pulled his coat about his back, He did not strive nor cry. He put his foot upon the track That still went gliding by.
The thing that never travels back Received him silently. And there was left no shred, no wrack To show the reason why: Only the river running black Beneath the blacker sky.
February 1913
# Marlborough and other poems/To Germany

XXXI
TO GERMANY
You are blind like us. Your hurt no man designed, And no man claimed the conquest of your land. But gropers both through fields of thought confined We stumble and we do not understand. You only saw your future bigly planned, And we, the tapering paths of our own mind, And in each other's dearest ways we stand, And hiss and hate. And. the blind fight the blind.
When it is peace, then we may view again With new-won eyes each other's truer form And wonder. Grown more loving-kind and warm We'll grasp firm hands and laugh at the old pain, When it is peace. But until peace, the storm The darkness and the thunder and the rain.
# Marlborough and other poems/To Poets

XXV
TO POETS
We are the homeless, even as you, Who hope and never can begin. Our hearts are wounded through and through Like yours, but our hearts bleed within. We too make music, but our tones 'Scape not the barrier of our bones.
We have no comeliness like you. We toil, unlovely, and we spin. We start, return: we wind, undo: We hope, we err, we strive, we sin, We love: your love's not greater, but The lips of our love's might stay shut.
We have the evil spirits too That shake our soul with battle-din. But we have an eviller spirit than you, We have a dumb spirit within: The exceeding bitter agony But not the exceeding bitter cry.
September 1914
# Marlborough and other poems/The Song of the Ungirt Runners

XXI
THE SONG OF THE UNGIRT RUNNERS
We swing ungirded hips, And lightened are our eyes, The rain is on our lips, We do not run for prize. We know not whom we trust Nor whitherward we fare, But we run because we must Through the great wide air.
The waters of the seas Are troubled as by storm. The tempest strips the trees And does not leave them warm. Does the tearing tempest pause? Do the tree-tops ask it why? So we run without a cause 'Neath the big bare sky.
The rain is on our lips, We do not run for prize. But the storm the water whips And the wave howls to the skies. The winds arise and strike it And scatter it like sand, And we run because we like it Through the broad bright land.
# Marlborough and other poems/Two Sonnets

XXXIII
TWO SONNETS
I
Saints have adored the lofty soul of you. Poets have whitened at your high renown. We stand among the many millions who Do hourly wait to pass your pathway down. You, so familiar, once were strange: we tried To live as of your presence unaware. But now in every road on every side We see your straight and steadfast signpost there.
I think it like that signpost in my land, Hoary and tall, which pointed me to go Upward, into the hills, on the right hand, Where the mists swim and the winds shriek and blow, A homeless land and friendless, but a land I did not know and that I wished to know.
II
Such, such is Death: no triumph: no defeat: Only an empty pail, a slate rubbed clean, A merciful putting away of what has been.
And this we know: Death is not Life effete, Life crushed, the broken pail. We who have seen So marvellous things know well the end not yet.
Victor and vanquished are a-one in death: Coward and brave: friend, foe. Ghosts do not say "Come, what was your record when you drew breath?" But a big blot has hid each yesterday So poor, so manifestly incomplete. And your bright Promise, withered long and sped, Is touched, stirs, rises, opens and grows sweet And blossoms and is you, when you are dead.
12 June 1915
# Marlborough and other poems/There is such change in all those fields

XXXV
There is such change in all those fields, Such motion rhythmic, ordered, free, Where ever-glancing summer yields Birth, fragrance, sunlight, immanency, To make us view our rights of birth. What shall we do? How shall we die? We, captives of a roaming earth, 'Mid shades that life and light deny. Blank summer's surfeit heaves in mist; Dumb earth basks dewy-washed; while still We whom Intelligence has kissed Do make us shackles of our will. And yet I know in each loud brain, Round-clamped with laws and learning so, Is madness more and lust of strain Than earth's jerked godlings e'er can know. The false Delilah of our brain Has set us round the millstone going. O lust of roving! lust of pain! Our hair will not be long in growing. Like blinded Samson round we go. We hear the grindstone groan and cry. Yet we are kings, we know, we know. What shall we do? How shall we die? ​Take but our pauper's gift of birth, O let us from the grindstone free! And tread the maddening gladdening earth In strength close-braced with purity. The earth is old; we ever new. Our eyes should see no other sense Than this, eternally to do— Our joy, our task, our recompense; Up unexplored mountains move, Track tireless through great wastes afar, Nor slumber in the arms of love, Nor tremble on the brink of war; Make Beauty and make Rest give place, Mock Prudence loud—and she is gone, Smite Satisfaction on the face And tread the ghost of Ease upon. Light-lipped and singing press we hard Over old earth which now is worn, Triumphant, buffeted and scarred, By billows howled at, tempest-torn, Toward blue horizons far away (Which do not give the rest we need, But some long strife, more than this play, Some task that will be stern indeed)— We ever new, we ever young, We happy creatures of a day! What will the gods say, seeing us strung As nobly and as taut as they?
# Mahan v. United States (81 U.S. 109)/Opinion of the Court

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United States Supreme Court
81 U.S. 109
Mahan v. United States
The view taken by the appellant's counsel of the rules regulating appeals from the Court of Claims, is a total misconception of their spirit if not of their letter. It is not possible to look at the three first rules adopted when the appellate jurisdiction of this court was first exercised, without seeing that the purpose was to bring nothing here for review but questions of law, leaving the Court of Claims to exercise the functions of a jury in finding facts, equivalent to a special verdict, and with like effect.
In practice it was found that the Court of Claims did not, in many cases, make the necessary finding of facts until after they had rendered their decree, and complaints were made here that the findings were often insufficient to present the law points on which parties relied, and of which they desired a review in this court.
To remedy these evils the 4th and 5th rules were adopted at the December Term, A.D. 1869.
The fourth requires the Court of Claims to make and file their finding of facts in all cases where an appeal can be taken, in open court, at or before the time of entering their judgment. The fifth rule enables a party to obtain a finding of that court on any question of fact arising in the case and deemed by him essential to its decision. He has only to file a written request that, as to that point, the court will make a finding. But it was never supposed that the party would ask or the court must find the fact to be as the party claimed it, and if they did not, that he could, for that reason, bring the whole testimony here to show that he was right. To do this would be to render useless all the rules adopted by this court, and to reverse the system on which we have proceeded from the first.
The rule does say that if the Court of Claims refuses to find as prayed, the prayer and refusal must be made part of the record. The remedial purpose of this rule is that when a party has, in writing, indicated a specific question of fact on which he desires the Court of Claims to make a finding, and the court has neglected or refused to do so, this court may be able to determine whether the question is one so necessary to the decision of the case that it will send it back for such finding.
In the present case the Court of Claims did make a very explicit finding on the question of fact presented by the request of plaintiff, and this is all the rule required, though the finding is contrary to her averment.
MOTION OVERRULED.

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# Mahatma Gandhi, his life, writings and speeches/Advice to Merchants

ADVICE TO THE MERCHANTS
[In reply to the address given to him by the merchants of Broach, Mr. Gandhi said]:—
Merchants always have the spirit of adventure, intellect and wealth, as without these qualities their business cannot go on. But now they must have the fervour of patriotism in them. Patriotism is necessary even for religion. If the spirit of patriotism is awakened through the religious fervour, then that patriotism will shine out brilliantly. So it is necessary that patriotism must be roused in the mercantile community.
The merchants take more part in public affairs now-a-days than before. When merchants take to politics through patriotism, Swaraj is as good as obtained. Some of you might be wondering how we can get Swaraj. I lay my hand on my heart and say that, when the merchant class understands the spirit of patriotism, then only can we get Swaraj ​quickly. Swaraj then will be quite a natural thing.
Amongst the various keys which will unlock Swaraj to us, the Swadeshi Vow is the golden one. It is in the hands of the merchants to compel the observance of the Swadeshi Vow in the country, and this is an adventure which can be popularised by the merchants. I humbly request you to undertake this adventure, and then you will see what wonders you can do.
This being so, I have to say with regret that it is the merchant class which has brought ruin to the Swadeshi practice, and the Swadeshi movement in this country. Complaints have lately risen in Bengal about the increase of rates, and one of them is against Gujarat. It is complained there that the prices of Dhotis have been abnormally increased and Dhotis go from Gujarat. No one wants you not to earn money, but it must be earned righteously and not be ill-gotten. Merchants must earn money by fair means. Unfair means must never be used.
Continuing, Mr. Gandhi said: India's strength lies with the merchant class. So much does not lie even with the army. Trade is the ​cause of war, and the merchant class has the key of war in their hands. Merchants raise the money and the army is raised on the strength of it. The power of England and Germany rests on their trading class. A country's prosperity depends upon its mercantile community. I consider it as a sign of good luck that I should receive an address from the merchant class. Whenever I remember Broach, I will enquire if the merchants who have given me an address this day have righteous faith and patriotism. If I receive a disappointing reply, I will think that merely a wave of giving addresses had come over India and that I had a share in it.
# Mahatma Gandhi, his life, writings and speeches

Ganesh & Co., Madras and New York
Mahatma Gandhi—1917.
MAHATMA GANDHI
HIS LIFE, WRITINGS AND SPEECHES
WITH FOREWORD
BY
MRS. SAROJINI NAIDU
GANESH & CO., MADRAS
All Rights Reserved
"I see in Mr. Gandhi the patient sufferer for the cause of righteousness and mercy, a truer representative of the Crucified Saviour than the men who have thrown him into prison and yet call themselves by the name of Christ."—Lord Bishop of Madras.
THE CAMBRIDGE PRESS, MADRAS
PUBLISHERS' NOTE
The publishers feel that no apology or justification on their part is needed for sending out this volume to the public. All who honour nobility of purpose and high rectitude of conduct, all who honour Mr. Gandhi, who is as an embodiment of them, will be glad to have in a collected form the writings and speeches of a man whose words still linger behind his deeds. This volume is by no means exhaustive. Mr. Gandhi's speeches and writings lie scattered in various places and the task of collection is not yet over. When sufficient material has accumulated the Publishers hope to issue a second volume.
In conclusion, the Publishers desire to express their thanks to a friend of theirs who is responsible for the life-sketch, and to Mrs. Sarojini Naidu for having contributed the beautiful foreword found at the beginning of this volume.
CONTENTS
PAGE
APPENDIX I
APPENDIX II
APPENDIX III—Appreciations of Mr. Gandhi
APPENDIX IV
APPENDIX V
APPENDIX VI
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
| Mahatma Gandhi | Frontispiece. |
| M. K. Gandhi, Barrister | xxi |
| Mrs. Doke | xli |
| Mrs. H. S. L. Polak | „ |
| Mr. H. S. L. Polak | lxix |
| Mr. H. Kallenback | „ |
| Miss Valiamma | lxxxi |
| Mrs. Sheik Meatab | „ |
| Mr. A. H. West | 41 |
| Mr. Maganlal K. Gandhi | „ |
| Mr. and Mrs. Gandhi | 45 |
| Harbatsingh | 49 |
| Mr. Budree Ahir | „ |
| Mr. G. K. Gokhale | 73 |
| Rev. C. F. Andrews | 87 |
| Mr. W. H. Pearson | „ |
| Rev. J. J. Doke | „ |
| Sir M. M. Bhownaggree | 197 |
| Mr. Ratan Tata | „ |
| Lord Ampthill | 201 |
| Mr. Hajee Hoosen David | 227 |
| Mrs. Annie Besant | „ |
| Lord Hardinge | 249 |
| Count L. N. Tolstoy | 257 |
| Sir Rabindranath Tagore | „ |
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# Men-at-the-Bar/Fremantle, Hon. Thomas Francis

​Fremantle, Hon. Thomas Francis, M.P. Bucks since 1876, M.A., Balliol Coll., Oxon, 1854, from Eton, J.P., D.L. Bucks, director London, Brighton, and South Coast Railway Company and Eagle Insurance Company, a student of Lincoln's Inn 15 April, 1851 (then aged 21), called to the bar 17 Nov., 1855 (eldest son of Thomas Francis, Lord Cottesloe); born 30 Jan., 1830; married 8-9 Sept., 1859, Lady Augusta Henrietta Scott, dau. of John, 2nd earl of Eldon, D.C.L., and has issue (see Foster's Peerage).
    Swanbourne, Winslow, Bucks; 22, Chesham Place, S.W.; Carlton, Travellers', and Oxford & Cambridge Clubs.
# Men-at-the-Bar/French, Daniel O'Connell

​French, Daniel O'Connell, a member of the Northern circuit, a student of the Middle Temple 22 Jan., 1870, certificate of honour Trin., 1871, called to the bar 30 April, 1872 (3rd son of Bartholomew French, of Maghull, near Liverpool, shipowner); born , .
    11, Stafford Terrace, Kensington, W.; Goldsmith Buildings, Temple, E.C.
# Men-at-the-Bar/Frere, George Edward

​Frere, George Edward, J.P. Norfolk, F.R.S., matric. Edinburgh Univ. from the Charterhouse, a student of the Middle Temple 6 June, 1846, called to the bar 8 Nov., 1851 (eldest surviving son of Edward Frere, of Bitton, co. Glouc.); born 29 Jan., 1807; married 3 Dec., 1840, Isabella, 2nd dau. of William Tudor, of Kelston Knoll, Somerset, and has issue (see Foster's Baronetage).
    Roydon Hall, Diss, Norfolk; Athenæum Club.
# Men-at-the-Bar/Frere, William Tudor

​Frere, William Tudor, a member of the South-eastern circuit, a student of the Inner Temple 14 Nov., 1868 (then aged 20), called to the bar 6 June, 1871 (4th son of ​George Edward Frere, of the Middle Temple, bar.-at-law, F.R.S.); born 27 July, 1848; married 10 May, 1881, Ellen Geraldine, youngest dau. of late George Jones, Esq., of Mitton Manor, co. Staff, (see Foster's Baronetage).
    11, New Court, Carey Street, W.C.
# Men-at-the-Bar/Frith, Marischal Keith

​Frith, Marischal Keith, a member of the Oxford circuit, a student of the Middle Temple 29 May, 1869, called to the bar 6 June, 1872 (eldest son of Rev. Marischal Keith Smith Frith, vicar of Allertree, co. Derby); born , .
    Twividale, Stone, near Aylesbury; 187, Goldhawk Road, Shepherd's Bush; 2, Middle Temple Lane, E.C.
# Men-at-the-Bar/Freeman, William

​Freeman, William, equity draftsman and conveyancer, a student of Lincoln's Inn 25 Jan., 1848 (then aged 25), called to the bar 30 Jan., 1851 (eldest son of John Freeman, of Charlton King's, near Cheltenham); born 1823.
    Wallington, Surrey; 21, Old Buildings, W.C.
# Men-at-the-Bar/Frere, William Edward

​Frere, William Edward, B.A., Trin. Coll., Camb., 1863, a commissioner in lunacy since 1878, a student of Lincoln's Inn 16 Nov., 1861 (then aged 21), called to the bar 17 Nov., 1865 [only son of late (Hon.) William Edward Frere, of Bombay, C.M.G., member of council]; born 12 Nov., 1840.
    Bitton, near Bristol; 36, St. George's Square, S.W.; 10, Whitehall Place, S.W.; Oxford & Cambridge and Garrick Clubs.