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# Cox v. Western Land Cattle Company/Opinion of the Court

* Court Documents
* Case Syllabus
* Opinion of the Court
United States Supreme Court
123 U.S. 375
Cox v. Western Land Cattle Company
This motion is granted on the ground that the record shows that the value of the matter in dispute does not exceed $5,000. The suit was brought originally to recover 135 head of Colorado steers, alleged to be worth $6,000. At the time of the judgment only 79 head were in dispute. As to the rest, a settlement had been made during the pendency of the suit. The court has found as a fact that the 79 head were sold in open market the day after they were taken possession of under the writ in this case, and that the net proceeds of the sale only amounted to $4,526.15. There is nothing to show that they were really any less valuable at the time of the sale than when they were taken. Upon the facts as found, the recovery could not have exceeded $5,000, if there had been a judgment in favor of Cox, the plaintiff in error. Dismissed.

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# Coy v. United States

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United States Supreme Court
325 U.S. 841
Bernard Paul COY, petitioner, v. The UNITED STATES of America.
Bernard Paul Coy, pro se.
Solicitor General Fahy, Assistant Attorney General Tom C. Clark, Messrs. Robert S. Erdahl and Irving S. Shapiro, for the United States.
On motion for leave to file petition for writ of certiorari.
PER CURIAM:

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# Counter-Attack and Other Poems/Prelude: the Troops

PRELUDE: THE TROOPS
Dim, gradual thinning of the shapeless gloom Shudders to drizzling daybreak that reveals
Disconsolate men who stamp their sodden boots
And turn dulled, sunken faces to the sky
Haggard and hopeless. They, who have beaten down
The stale despair of night, must now renew
Their desolation in the truce of dawn,
Murdering the livid hours that grope for peace.
Yet these, who cling to life with stubborn hands, Can grin through storms of death and find a gap
In the clawed, cruel tangles of his defence.
They march from safety, and the bird-sung joy
Of grass-green thickets, to the land where all
Is ruin, and nothing blossoms but the sky
That hastens over them where they endure
Sad, smoking, flat horizons, reeking woods,
O my brave brown companions, when your souls
Flock silently away, and the eyeless dead
Shame the wild beast of battle on the ridge,
Death will stand grieving in that field of war
Since your unvanquished hardihood is spent.
And through some mooned Valhalla there will pass Battalions and battalions, scarred from hell; The unreturning army that was youth; The legions who have suffered and are dust.
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# Counter-Attack and Other Poems/Repression of War Experience

REPRESSION OF WAR EXPERIENCE
Now light the candles; one; two; there's a moth; What silly beggars they are to blunder in And scorch their wings with glory, liquid flame— No, no, not that,—it's bad to think of war, When thoughts you've gagged all day come back to scare you; And it's been proved that soldiers don't go mad Unless they lose control of ugly thoughts That drive them out to jabber among the trees.
Now light your pipe; look, what a steady hand, Draw a deep breath; stop thinking, count fifteen, And you're as right as rain. . . . Why won't it rain? . . .
I wish there'd be a thunder-storm to-night, With bucketsful of water to sluice the dark,
And make the roses hang their dripping heads.
Books; what a jolly company they are, Standing so quiet and patient on their shelves, Dressed in dim brown, and black, and white, and green. And every kind of colour. Which will you read?
Come on; O do read something; they're so wise. I tell you all the wisdom of the world Is waiting for you on those shelves; and yet You sit and gnaw your nails, and let your pipe out, And. listen to the silence: on the ceiling There's one big, dizzy moth that bumps and flutters;
And in the breathless air outside the house The garden waits for something that delays. There must be crowds of ghosts among the trees,— Not people killed in battle,—they're in France,—
But horrible shapes in shrouds—old men who died Slow, natural deaths,—old men with ugly souls,
Who wore their bodies out with nasty sins.
You're quiet and peaceful, summering safe at home; You'd never think there was a bloody war on! . . . O yes, you would . . . why, you can hear the guns.
Hark! Thud, thud, thud,—quite soft . . . they never cease— Those whispering guns—O Christ, I want to go out And screech at them to stop—I'm going crazy;
I'm going stark, staring mad because of the guns.
# Counter-Attack and Other Poems/Lamentations

LAMENTATIONS
I found him in the guard-room at the Base. From the blind darkness I had heard his crying
And blundered in. With puzzled, patient face
A sergeant watched him; it was no good trying
To stop it; for he howled and beat his chest.
And, all because his brother had gone West,
Raved at the bleeding war; his rampant grief
Moaned, shouted, sobbed, and choked, while he was kneeling Half-naked on the floor. In my belief
Such men have lost all patriotic feeling.
# Counter-Attack and Other Poems/Remorse

REMORSE
Lost in the swamp and welter of the pit, He flounders off the duck-boards; only he knows
Each flash and spouting crash,—each instant lit
When gloom reveals the streaming rain. He goes
Heavily, blindly on. And, while he blunders,
"Could anything be worse than this!"—he wonders,
Remembering how he saw those Germans run, Screaming for mercy among the stumps of trees:
Green-faced, they dodged and darted: there was one
Livid with terror, clutching at his knees. . . .
Our chaps were sticking 'em like pigs. . . . "O hell!"
He thought—"there's things in war one dare not tell Poor father sitting safe at home, who reads Of dying heroes and their deathless deeds."
# Counter-Attack and Other Poems/Suicide in the Trenches

SUICIDE IN THE TRENCHES
I knew a simple soldier boy
Who grinned at life in empty joy, Slept soundly through the lonesome dark,
And whistled early with the lark.
In winter trenches, cowed and glum,
With crumps and lice and lack of rum,
He put a bullet through his brain.
No one spoke of him again.
You snug-faced crowds with kindling eye
Who cheer when soldier lads march by,
Sneak home and pray you'll never know
The hell where youth and laughter go.
# Counter-Attack and Other Poems/The Effect

THE EFFECT "The effect of our bombardment was terrific. One man told me he had never seen so many dead before." — War Correspondent.
"He'd never seen so many dead before." They sprawled in yellow daylight while he swore And gasped and lugged his everlasting load Of bombs along what once had been a road.
"How peaceful are the dead." Who put that silly gag in some one's head?
"He'd never seen so many dead before."
The lilting words danced up and down his brain, While corpses jumped and capered in the rain. No, no; he wouldn't count them any more . . .
The dead have done with pain:
They've choked; they can't come back to life again.
When Dick was killed last week he looked like that, Flapping along the fire-step like a fish,
After the blazing crump had knocked him flat . . . "How many dead? As many as ever you wish. Don't count 'em; they're too many. Who'll buy my nice fresh corpses, two a penny?"
# Counter-Attack and Other Poems/Sick Leave

SICK LEAVE
When I'm asleep, dreaming and lulled and warm,— They come, the homeless ones, the noiseless dead. While the dim charging breakers of the storm Bellow and drone and rumble overhead. Out of the gloom they gather about my bed.
They whisper to my heart; their thoughts are mine. "Why are you here with all your watches ended?
From Ypres to Frise we sought you in the Line."
In bitter safety I awake, unfriended; And while the dawn begins with slashing rain
I think of the Battalion in the mud. "When are you going out to them again?
Are they not still your brothers through our blood?"
# Counter-Attack and Other Poems/The Dream

THE DREAM
I
Moonlight and dew-drenched blossom, and the scent Of summer gardens; these can bring you all Those dreams that in the starlit silence fall:
Sweet songs are full of odours. While I went Last night in drizzling dusk along a lane, I passed a squalid farm; from byre and midden Came the rank smell that brought me once again A dream of war that in the past was hidden.
II
Up a disconsolate straggling village street I saw the tired troops trudge: I heard their feet. The cheery Q.M.S. was there to meet And guide our Company in . . . I watched them stumble Into some crazy hovel, too beat to grumble; Saw them file inward, slipping from their backs
Rifles, equipment, packs.
On filthy straw they sit in the gloom, each face Bowed to patched, sodden boots they must unlace,
While the wind chills their sweat through chinks and cracks.
III
I'm looking at their blistered feet; young Jones
Stares up at me, mud-splashed and white and jaded; Out of his eyes the morning light has faded.
Old soldiers with three winters in their bones
Puff their damp Woodbines, whistle, stretch their toes: They can still grin at me, for each of 'em knows
That I'm as tired as they are . . . Can they guess The secret burden that is always mine?— Pride in their courage: pity for their distress; And burning bitterness That I must take them to the accursed Line.
IV
I cannot hear their voices, but I see Dim candles in the barn: they gulp their tea,
And soon they'll sleep like logs. Ten miles away
The battle winks and thuds in blundering strife.
And I must lead them nearer, day by day, To the foul beast of war that bludgeons life.
# Counter-Attack and Other Poems/Song-Books of the War

SONG-BOOKS OF THE WAR
In fifty years, when peace outshines Remembrance of the battle lines, Adventurous lads will sigh and cast
Proud looks upon the plundered past.
On summer morn or winter's night,
Their hearts will kindle for the fight,
Reading a snatch of soldier-song,
Savage and jaunty, fierce and strong;
And through the angry marching rhymes
Of blind regret and haggard mirth,
They'll envy us the dazzling times
When sacrifice absolved our earth.
Some ancient man with silver locks Will lift his weary face to say:
"War was a fiend who stopped our clocks
Although we met him grim and gay."
And then he'll speak of Haig's last drive,
Marvelling that any came alive
Out of the shambles that men built
And smashed, to cleanse the world of guilt. But the boys, with grin and sidelong glance, Will think, "Poor grandad's day is done."
And dream of those who fought in France
And lived in time to share the fun.
# Counter-Attack and Other Poems/Survivors

SURVIVORS
No doubt they'll soon get well; the shock and strain
Have caused their stammering, disconnected talk. Of course they're "longing to go out again,"— These boys with old, scared faces, learning to walk, They'll soon forget their haunted nights; their cowed Subjection to the ghosts of friends who died,—
Their dreams that drip with murder; and they'll be proud Of glorious war that shatter'd all their pride . . . Men who went out to battle, grim and glad; Children, with eyes that hate you, broken and mad.
Craiglockart, Oct. 1917.
# Court Appointments (1780)

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The following appointments took place in the course of April and September Terms 1780.
The Honorable George Bryan, Esquire, was appointed a Judge of the Supreme Court, on the 3d day of April, 1780.
Johnathan Dickinson Sergeant, Esquire, having resigned the office of Attorney General on the 20th day of November 1780:
William Bradford, junior, Esquire, was appointed Attorney General, on the 23rd day of November, 1780.
# Court Appointments (various dates)

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The Honorabe Edward Shippen, Esquire, was appointed President of the Court of Common Pleas, for Philadelphia County, on the 7th day of May 1784.
Jonathan-Bayard Smith, Esquire, was appointed Prothonotary of the Court of Common Pleas, for Philadelphia County, on the 25th day of August 1777.
# Court Appointments

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On the orginization of the Courts of Justice under the Constitution, established by the General Convention, elected for that purpose, and held at Philadelphia, July 15th, 1776, and continued by adjournments to September the 28th 1776, the following appointments took place:
The Honorable Thomas M’Kean, Esquire, D. L. L. was appointed Chief Justice of the Supreme Court, on the 28th day of July 1777.
The Honorable William Augustus Atlee, Esquire, was appointed a Judge of the Supreme Court, on the 15th day of August 1777.
The Honorable John Evans, Esquire, was appointed a Judge of the Supreme Court, on the 15th day of August 1777.
Jonathan Dickinson Sergeant, Esquire, was appointed Attorney General, on the 28th day of July 1777.
Edward Burd, Esquire, was appointed Prothonotary of the Supreme Court, on the 12th day of August, 1778.
# Court Rolls of the Manor of Ingoldmells in the County of Lincoln

COURT ROLLS
OF THE
MANOR OF INGOLDMELLS
COURT ROLLS
OF THE
MANOR OF INGOLDMELLS
IN THE
COUNTY OF LINCOLN
TRANSLATED BY
W. O. MASSINGBERD, M.A.
AUTHOR OF
‘A HISTORY OF ORMSBY’
Printed by
SPOTTISWOODE & CO. LTD., NEW-STREET SQUARE, LONDON
1902
| | PAGE |
| Dedication | iv |
| Preface | v |
| Introduction | ix |
| Corrigendum | xxxii |
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# Court Appointments (1784)

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The Honorable Thomas M’Kean, Esquire, D. L. L. was re-appointed Chief Justice of the Supreme Court, on the 29th day of July 1784.
The Honorable William-Augustus Atlee, Esquire, was re-appointed a Judge of the Supreme Court, on the 9th day of August 1784.
The Honorable Jacob Rush, Esquire, was appointed a Judge of the Supreme Court, on the 15th day of February 1784; in the room of the Honorable John Evans, Esquire, deceased.
# Courier-Journal

Newspaper in Louisville, KY, since 1869.
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# Articles

* Courier-Journal/1909/BLOODSHED AND INCENDIARISM Features of the Election In Breathitt

# Years

* 1869
* 1870 — 1871 — 1872 — 1873 — 1874 — 1875 — 1876 — 1877 — 1878 — 1879
* 1880 — 1881 — 1882 — 1883 — 1884 — 1885 — 1886 — 1887 — 1888 — 1889
* 1890 — 1891 — 1892 — 1893 — 1894 — 1895 — 1896 — 1897 — 1898 — 1899
* 1900 — 1901 — 1902 — 1903 — 1904 — 1905 — 1906 — 1907 — 1908 — 1909
* 1910 — 1911 — 1912 — 1913 — 1914 — 1915 — 1916 — 1917 — 1918 — 1919
* 1920 — 1921 — 1922
# Constitution of the Republic of South Africa, 1996/2003-12-01/Chapter 11

Chapter 11
Security Services
Governing principles
198.
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Establishment, structuring and conduct of security services
199.
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Defence
Defence force
200.
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Political responsibility
201.
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Command of defence force
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State of national defence
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Defence civilian secretariat
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Police
Police service
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Political responsibility
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Intelligence
Establishment and control of intelligence services
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# Constitution of the Republic of South Africa, 1996/2003-07-11/Schedule 7

Schedule 7
Laws Repealed
# Constitution of the Republic of South Africa, 1996/2003-12-01/Chapter 1

Chapter 1
Founding Provisions
Republic of South Africa
1.
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(b)
(c)
(d)
Supremacy of Constitution
2.
Citizenship
3.
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National anthem
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National flag
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Languages
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# Constitution of the Republic of South Africa, 1996/2003-07-11/Schedule 6B

Schedule 6B
Loss or retention of membership of Municipal Councils, after a change of party membership, mergers between parties, subdivision of parties and subdivision and merger of parties, and filling of vacancies
Loss or retention of Council membership
1.
(1)
(2)
(a)
(b)
Retention of Council membership in event of change of party membership
2.
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if the councillor referred to in paragraphs (a) and (b)(i), whether by himself or herself or together with one or more other councillors who, during a period referred to in item 4(1)(a)(i) or (ii) ceased to be members of the original party, represent not less than 10 per cent of the total number of seats held by the original party in that Council.
(2)
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Retention of Council membership in event of mergers, subdivision and subdivision and merger of parties
3.
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(b)
(2)
Period of application of items 2 and 3 and further requirements
4.
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but do not apply during the year ending on 31 December 2002.
(b)
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by informing an officer designated by the Electoral Commission thereof in writing, and if that councillor has changed membership of a party or has become a member of a party, by submitting to that officer written confirmation from the party in question that he or she has been accepted as a member of that party; and
(b)
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by informing an officer designated by the Electoral Commission thereof in writing, and by submitting to that officer written confirmation from the party —
(aa)
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without the written consent of the councillor concerned.
Composition of Council maintained until election or by-election, or reconstitution in terms of Schedule
5.
Reconstitution by Municipal Councils
6.
(a)
(b)
(i)
(ii)
Transitional arrangement in respect of retention of membership of Municipal Councils in event of change of party membership, merger between parties, subdivision of parties and subdivision and merger of parties
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and the ward represented by such a councillor must be regarded as having been —
(aa)
(bb)
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whilst the councillors concerned remain members of that Council and the seats held by them must be regarded as having been allocated to the party which they represent pursuant to any merger, subdivision or subdivision and merger contemplated in this paragraph.
(2)
Filling of vacancies
8.
# Constitution of the Republic of South Africa, 1996/2003-12-01/Chapter 10

Chapter 10
Public Administration
Basic values and principles governing public administration
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Public Service Commission
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# Century Magazine/Volume 48/Issue 2/Edison's Invention of the Kineto-Phonograph: Introduction

In the year 1887, the idea occurred to me that it was possible to devise an instrument that should do for the eye what the phonograph does for the ear, and that by a combination of the two, all motion and sound could be recorded and reproduced simultaneously. This idea, the germ of which came from the little toy called the Zoetrope, and the work of Muybridge, Marié and others has now been accomplished, so that every change of facial expression can be recorded and reproduced life size. The kinetoscope is only a small model illustrating the present stage of progress but with each succeeding month new possibilities are brought into view. I believe that in coming years by my own work and that of Dickson, Muybridge, Marié and others who will doubtless enter the field, that grand opera can be given at the Metropolitan Opera House at New York without any material change from the original, and with artists and musicians long since dead.
The following article which gives an able and reliable account of the invention has my entire endorsation. The authors are peculiarly well qualified for their task from a literary standpoint and the exceptional opportunities which Mr. Dickson has had in the fruition of the work.
Thomas A. Edison
# Century Magazine/Volume 48/Issue 2/A Rose Rhyme to Juliet

Heedless how it may fare with Time, I send you here a rose of rhyme: Its fragrance, love; its color, one Caught from hope’s ever-constant sun; Upon each leaf a lyric writ— Your eyes alone may witness it; And in its heart for you to see Another heart—the heart of me.
All roses are as fitly worn By you as by your sister Morn, Since you, like Morn, fail not to give New heauty to them while they live. If this against your bosom rest One brief, sweet hour, its life were blest Then, should you chance to cast it by, It would not find it hard to (lie.
So take this bloom of love and song, And, be its life or brief or long, Know that for you the petals part, Disclosing all its lyric heart; For you its fragrant breaths are drawn; For you its color—love’s glad dawn; And for you, too, the heart that goes Song-prisoned in this rhyme of rose!
Frank Dempster Sherman
# Century Magazine/Volume 48/Issue 2/Apollo and Daphne

Under the morning skies, Across the meadow see the maiden pass. She flies, she flies; O Daphne, be thou fleet The little rosy feet Wet with the cold dews glistening on the grass. Apollo, gleaming, follows on her track With head thrown forward, and bright curls blown back. His singing voice rings forth, "Alas! alas! Stay, sweet! stay, sweet! I am no hawk, fair dove; I love, I love!" The amorous words go whistling on the wind. She hears, and with a frightened glance behind, Forcing her strength, starts onward with a bound; Her pressed foot spurns a violet from the ground: He does not touch the earth; the grass is stirred As by the near approach of some swift bird. Now but a step his outstretched hand debars. She seeks the river sparkling in the sun, Drives up the splashing spray, a shower of stars. The god springs forward. Ah, she's won! His kisses fall upon her tangled hair; For down she bends her head upon his breast, And cries, "Oh, help me, Father!" in despair. He feels her stiffen in his hold; The silky locks on which his cheek doth rest, To light leaves turning, flutter thin and cold; The quivering limbs are pliant stems of bay; His soft lips press rough bark, which shrinks away. "Still shalt thou be my love," Apollo cries, "My favored wreath!" and plucks the slender leaves. A soft wind stirs the branches, and low sighs The tree, as though the loveless Daphne grieves.
# Century Magazine/Volume 48/Issue 2/Visible Sound

If human voice may on the plastic disk  Breathe into being forms of beauty rare,  And we may see the voices that we love  Take shape and color, infinitely fair,
 May not the lofty mountains and the hills  Be voice of God; his song, the gentle flowers;  His chant, the stars’ procession, and alas!  His only sigh, these human hearts of ours?