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# Woman of the Century/Rachel Beasley Ray

​RAY, Mrs. Rachel Beasley, poet and author, born in Anderson county, Kentucky, 31st January, 1849. She is known to the literary world as "Mattie M'Intosh." She is the fifth daughter of Judge Elisha Beasley and Almeda Penney, who reared eight girls, of whom "Kate Carrington" is the youngest. When she was an infant, her parents moved to Hickman county and settled in the town of Clinton. Judge Beasley gave his children every educational advantage within his reach, and the consequence was that the eight daughters became teachers. RACHEL BEASLEY RAY. At the age of sixteen years Mrs. Ray was left an orphan by the death of her mother, her father having died two years before. A few months later she entered Clinton Seminary, Ky., as both student and teacher. For fourteen years she was almost constantly employed in educational work, either as teacher or student, and often as both. She ​spent every spare moment during that time in writing stories, poems and practical articles. Her last school work was done in Clinton College, where she acted in the capacity of both student and teacher. She became the wife of E. R. Ray, of Hickman county, Ky., on 10th October, 1878. In the summer of 1880 Mrs. Ray had an attack of rheumatic lever, from which her recovery was so slow that a change of climate became necessary, and her husband took her to Eureka Springs, a health resort in Arkansas. There she improved sufficiently in a short time to resume her usual duties, and the family settled there permanently. For many years she has indulged her fondness for the pen by contributing largely to different weeklies and periodicals. "The Ruined Home," a continued story, published in 1889, in a St. Louis weekly, gives her views on the use of alcoholic drinks. She is a member of the Baptist Church. Her husband is a Baptist and fills the office of deacon in that church. The " Leaves from the Deacon's Wife's Scrap Book," from her pen. which have been so well received by the public, are original and humorously written sketches from her daily life. She strongly favors woman's advancement and is a stanch advocate of temperance. Judge Ray is a lawyer and real estate agent with extensive business, and Mrs. Ray is his secretary. She writes daily at a desk in his office, and in his absence has entire charge of his business. In addition to her usual literary engagements, office work and superintending her home, she edits three Woman's Christian Temperance Union columns each week in the papers of her own city.
# Woman of the Century/Rebecca Harding Davis

​DAVIS, Mrs. Rebecca Harding, author, born in Washington, Pa., 24th June, 1831. She was reared and educated in Wheeling, W. Va., where, in 1862, she became the wife of L. Clark Davis, at that time editorially connected with the Philadelphia " Inquirer," and a contributor to the prominent periodicals of the country. Mrs. Davis wrote from childhood, but her first successful bid for public notice was in 1861. when her "Life in the Iron Mills" was published in the "Atlantic Monthly." That story was afterwards printed in book form and found a large sale. Her next work, "A Story of To- Day." appeared in the "Atlantic Monthly" and was republished as a book, under the title "Margaret Howth" (New York, 1861). After her marriage she went to Philadelphia, where she lived until 1869, when Mr. Davis became a member of the editorial staff of the New York "Tribune," and they took up their residence in that city. Mrs. Davis also contributed to the "Tribune." She was constantly writing, and short stories, sketches, essays and editorials without number flowed from her pen. Her other books are, " Waiting for the Verdict" (New York, 1867), "Dallas Galbraith" (Philadelphia, 1868), "The Captain's Story," "John Andross" (New York, 1874) "The Faded Leaf of History," and a number of novels, all of singular merit and attractiveness. Several years ago Mrs. Davis returned to Philadelphia, where her home now is. Her latest works include "Kitty's Chord" (Philadelphia, 1876), and "A Law Unto Herself" (Philadelphia, 1878), "Natasqua" (New York, 1886). Her son, Richard Harding Davis, one of the editors of "Harper's Weekly," has inherited her story-telling talent.
# Æsop's Fables (V. S. Vernon-Jones)/The Debtor and his Sow

THE DEBTOR AND HIS SOW
A MAN OF ATHENS fell into debt and was pressed for the money by his creditor; but he had no means of paying at the time, so he begged for delay. But the creditor refused and said he must pay at once. Then the Debtor fetched a Sow—the only one he had—and took her to market to offer her for sale. It happened that his creditor was there too. Presently a buyer came along and asked if the Sow produced good litters. “Yes,” said the Debtor, “very fine ones; and the remarkable thing is that she produces females at the Mysteries and males at the Panathenea.” (Festivals these were: and the Athenians always sacrifice a sow at one, and a boar at the other; while at the Dionysia they sacrifice a kid.) At that the creditor, who was standing by, put in, “Don’t be surprised, sir; why, still better, at the Dionysia this Sow has kids!”
# Æsop's Fables (V. S. Vernon-Jones)/The Dog and the Cook

THE DOG AND THE COOK
A RICH man once invited a number of his friends and acquaintances to a banquet. His dog thought it would be a good opportunity to invite another Dog, a friend of his; so he went to him and said, “My master is giving a feast: there’ll be a fine spread, so come and dine with me to-night.” The Dog thus invited came, and when he saw the preparations being made in the kitchen he said to himself, “My word, I’m in luck: I’ll take care to eat enough to-night to last me two or three days.” At the same time he wagged his tail briskly, by way of showing his friend how delighted he was to have been asked. But just then the Cook caught sight of him, and, ​in his annoyance at seeing a strange Dog in the kitchen, caught him up by the hind legs and threw him out of the window. He had a nasty fall, and limped away as quickly as he could, howling dismally. Presently some other dogs met him, and said, “Well, what sort of a dinner did you get?” To which he replied, “I had a splendid time: the wine was so good, and I drank so much of it, that I really don’t remember how I got out of the house!”
Be shy of favours bestowed at the expense of others.
# Æsop's Fables (V. S. Vernon-Jones)/The Dog and the Shadow

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THE DOG AND THE SHADOW
A DOG was crossing a plank bridge over a stream with a piece of meat in his mouth, when he happened to see his own reflection in the water. He thought it was another dog with a piece of meat twice as big; so he let go his own, and flew at the other dog to get the larger piece. But, of course, all that happened was that he got neither: for one was only a shadow, and the other was carried away by the current.
# Æsop's Fables (V. S. Vernon-Jones)/The Dog in the Manger

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THE DOG IN THE MANGER
A DOG was lying in a Manger on the hay which had been put there for the cattle, and when they came and tried to eat, he growled and snapped at them and wouldn’t let them get at their food. “What a selfish beast,” said one of them to his companions; “he can’t eat himself and yet he won’t let those eat who can.”
# Æsop's Fables (V. S. Vernon-Jones)/The Dog Chasing a Wolf

THE DOG CHASING A WOLF
A DOG was chasing a Wolf, and as he ran he thought what a fine fellow he was, and what strong legs he had, and how quickly they covered the ground. “Now, there’s this Wolf,” he said to himself, “what a poor creature he is: he’s no match for me, and he knows it and so he runs away.” But the Wolf looked round just then and said, “Don’t you imagine I’m running away from you, my friend: it’s your master I’m afraid of.”
# Æsop's Fables (V. S. Vernon-Jones)/The Dog and the Sow

THE DOG AND THE SOW
A DOG and a Sow were arguing and each claimed that its own young ones were finer than those of any other animal. “Well,” said the Sow at last, “mine can see, at any rate, when they come into the world: but yours are born blind.”
# Æsop's Fables (V. S. Vernon-Jones)/The Crow and the Snake

THE CROW AND THE SNAKE
A HUNGRY Crow spied a Snake lying asleep in a sunny spot, and, picking it up in his claws, he was carrying it off to a place where he could make a meal of it without being disturbed, when the Snake reared its head and bit him. It was a poisonous Snake, and the bite was fatal, and the dying Crow said, “What a cruel fate is mine! I thought I had made a lucky find, and it has cost me my life!”
# Æsop's Fables (V. S. Vernon-Jones)/The Crow and the Swan

THE CROW AND THE SWAN
A CROW was filled with envy on seeing the beautiful white plumage of a Swan, and thought it was due to the water in which the Swan constantly bathed and swam. So he left the neighbourhood of the altars, where he got his living by picking up bits of the meat offered in sacrifice, and went and lived among the pools and streams. But though he bathed and washed his feathers many times a day, he didn’t make them any whiter, and at last died of hunger into the bargain.
You may change your habits, but not your nature.
# Æsop's Fables (V. S. Vernon-Jones)/The Dog, the Cock, and the Fox

THE DOG, THE COCK, AND THE FOX
A DOG and a Cock became great friends, and agreed to travel together. At nightfall the Cock flew up into the branches of a tree to roost, while the Dog curled himself up inside the trunk, which was hollow. At break of day the Cock woke up and crew, as usual. A Fox heard, and, wishing to make a breakfast of him, came and stood under the tree and begged him to come down. “I should so like,” said he, “to make the acquaintance of one who has such a beautiful voice.” The Cock replied, “Would you just wake my porter who sleeps at the foot of the tree? He’ll open the door and let you in.” The Fox accordingly rapped on the trunk, when out rushed the Dog and tore him in pieces.
# Æsop's Fables (V. S. Vernon-Jones)/The Dog and the Wolf

THE DOG AND THE WOLF
A DOG was lying in the sun before a farmyard gate when a Wolf pounced upon him and was just going to eat him up; but he begged for his life and said, “You see how thin I am and what a wretched meal I should make you now: but if you will only wait a few days my master is going to give a feast. All the rich scraps and pickings will fall to me and I shall get nice and fat: then will be the time for you to eat me.” The Wolf thought this was a very good plan and went away. Some time afterwards he came to the farmyard again, and found the Dog lying out of reach on the stable roof. “Come down,” he called, “and be eaten: you remember our agreement?” But the Dog said coolly, “My friend, if ever you catch me lying down by the gate there again, don’t you wait for any feast.”
Once bitten, twice shy.
# United States v. Louisiana (127 U.S. 182)

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United States Supreme Court
127 U.S. 182
United States v. Louisiana
Atty. Gen. Garland and Heber J. May, for the United States.
Wm. E. Earle and Jos. L. Pugh, Jr., for the State of Louisiana.
BLATCHFORD, J.

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# United States v. Louisiana

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# United States v. Louisiana (123 U.S. 32)

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United States Supreme Court
123 U.S. 32
United States v. Louisiana
Atty. Gen. Garland, for appellant.
Wm. E. Earle, for appellee.
FIELD, J.

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# Verses (Baughan)/Lustleigh Cleave

LUSTLEIGH CLEAVE
This is a haunt of Peace! This room, Like some still convent-cell White-wall’d and innocently bare, Knoweth her presence well.
Her breath hath touch’d this quiet air, Her hand these quiet rills; Her kiss yet lingers at the heart Of these shy daffodils.
As fields with dew, yon spacious sky Is sooth’d with her decree; These open-hearted lonely hills Are made her sanctuary.
O that so consecrate and calm’d, O that so sure a shrine, So purposéd and so fulfill’d Were this hot heart of mine!
# Verses (Baughan)/Spring in London

SPRING IN LONDON
There’s one that calleth in the street, Merry of voice, named Wickedness. And many a man will push and grope His way towards a sound so sweet. —Later, the sense thereof no less, He hears: “There is no Hope!”
One croucheth by, fordone with woe. All know her—she is Suffering. The winds wax clammy cold as Death, While, shuddering, thro’ her rags they go. Sharp her unsobbing voice doth ring: “There is no Hope!” she saith.
​Day after day, and night by night, Upon me, sitting all alone, Beats the double desperate cry. Till champion Faith is put to flight, And ’mid my fences overthrown, “There's no Hope!” mutter I.
—So last night. . . . But to-day, to-day, Each pool in the street is an eye of blue, Buoyant with Spring is the smoky air, And a girl sells daffodils, over the way.— Why should not everything come new? Thank God! Hope’s everywhere!
# Verses (Baughan)/Renaissance

RENAISSANCE
What strange device is this of Fate’s, that thou, Being such, in such a time, to such an earth Art born, O damsel of the unruffled brow? Sure, in a stately age long-past, thy birth Must have made glad some lordly palace-pile In some far dreamy city of the South, Whose languid grace yet lingers in thy smile And curves the corners of thy pouted mouth, Sunbeams less shy than ours have kiss’d that cheek Into its changeful almond-petal bloom, And play’d their mazy game of hide-and-seek ’Mid those crisp tresses; till a sudden doom Fasten’d them there, for ever to abide, To lave thy brow in floods of radiant light, Or soft adown thy shoulder’s dimpled side Dance out a dazzling brede of gold and white.
​—Yea, cloistered round with old red crumbling wall, On marble steps methinks I see thee stand, Erect and gracious, young and fair and tall, Holding sweet purple violets in thy hand!
Yet as I gaze, rejoicing,—ah, behold! Is there not spread a warm blue sky afloat Above thee, and beneath thee? From the gold Of those rough-rippling locks, thy dulcet throat, All lilywhite and clear, leans yearningly Along the blue; thy face is full of dreams, Pensive, mysterious, very sweet to see! And, thro’ the bright air flashing brighter beams, Lo! from each pure-curv’d shoulder a white wing Upleaping, for a veil that thou mayst spread Before thy face, in that high communing When God’s own voice rings round thine awe-struck head.
​Star-bright thou standest on the sapphire floor, And, floating round thee cloud-like, soft as love, Fair many-folded raiment eddies o’er Thy white feet, lifted as in act to move.
I know thee now! Thou art that angel dear Whom Perugino saw, so long ago, And never tir’d of limning. Prison’d here Thou art, in this deep dungeon-world of woe, This dreariness, that men call daily life. Alas! thou hast forgone thy visions blest. Where are thy wings? Like us, with sin, with strife, Like us with littleness, thou art oppress’d!
Fate! Shall I bless or curse thee, who ordain’d So dim a setting for a gem so rare— Made woman of an Angel, yet retain’d The Angel’s halo in the woman’s hair?
# Verses (Baughan)/Sing Happily

SING HAPPILY
# Verses (Baughan)/Light and Night

LIGHT AND NIGHT
Light! Light! Light! Mother of the wide-ey’d flowers, Mother of glad lips and bright Dancing feet of the noontide hours, Dancing with delight! Oh, the joy, the rapture strong, Thrilling thro’ the entrancéd air, When thy glory rides along Heaven’s high rampart bare! Mother of ecstasy, Mother of might, Come, sweet Light!
​Light, fierce Light! O intolerable gaze, O unstay’d insatiate blight, Battening thy relentless blaze On the roots of sight! Mercy! Mercy! Mind and heart Writhe beneath the unswerving fire! Mercy, mercy, Light! Depart, Thou first-begot of Ire! O for dulness, darkness, Night! Hence, dread Light!
Darkness dear! Come, Consoler, softly laying, Over parched lives and sere, Dusk of dewy pinions, saying, “Rest ye! I am here.” ​Hands lie folded, hearts grow deep, Thro’ hot eyelids, many a tear, Balmy, gradual, doth creep, Heralds of the cool-hand Sleep Gliding slowly near. What hath Peace to do with Light? Come, sweet Night
Darkness drear! Dungeon vast of voiceless gloom! Blindfold, deaf and dumb with fear, Like stark corpses in a tomb Mouldering, lie we here; While the stealthy blackness winds Wormlike round each rotting limb, And with slimy torpor binds Mildew’d hearts and stagnant minds In corruption grim. Mercy! Give us mercy, Night! Give us Light!
​Nay, but what shall satisfy? —This: the swift alternate racing When the sunlit shadows fly From the shadowy sunlight’s chasing Footsteps following nigh. Broken darkness, broken light, Knowledge knit with mystery, Glory temper’d with a sigh— Man’s inconstant spirit-sight Needs a shifting sky; Joy, with sorrow; wrong, with right; Light, with Night!
# Verses (Baughan)/Naxos

NAXOS
When lonely on the once-delightful shore Stood Ariadne, and the stern wind blew Steadily seaward, till at last she knew Theseus could come no more:
Behold, a God, a God rush’d to her side!— —Think you she cared? I know which way she turn’d Fain eyes, and longing heart, and lips that burn’d; I know which name she cried!
For now the Godlike let draws near to me; Yea, Love-of-one denied, comes Love-for-all,— But, where art thou? Canst thou not hear me call, O lost, lost Love, to thee?
# Verses (Baughan)/Pebbles

PEBBLES
Pebbles, pebbles by the sea, Is it, I wonder, better to be Snatch’d away by the hurrying waves, Swallow’d down to the rolling caves, Where the mad water wrestles and raves: Dash’d upon rocks, champ'd amid foam, Toss’d and turn’d, Trampled and churn’d, Spued out at last on the self-same shore, Flung back awhile to the self-same home, —Not the same pebbles as before! But smooth’d and rounded and jewel bright, A line of laughter, a dance of light, The shore’s glory, the sun’s delight: ​Or is it better, high and dry Out of the great sea’s reach to lie? Night by night and day by day From the wild waves hid away: On a landward ledge to stay, Never fretted, jostled, hurl’d With a jarring crash, And a sharp splash, From the surety and the peace Of your never-changing world: Comfortable, safe, at ease: —Sore to the eye, sharp to the hand, Stark upon the weary strand Like bleach’d bones in an unslaked land?
# Verses (Baughan)/Spring’s Chorister

SPRING’S CHORISTER
Spring sang a song, and sang it me Right glad was I to hear it! It set my heart from chillness free, And gloriously did cheer it. Then said sweet Spring To me, “Now sing An answer, shall come near it.”
Therewith I did a song essay, Brimming with blithest gladness, But ah! my voice (alackaday!) Still echoed Winter’s sadness; Well might I try— Came never nigh That song’s bewitching madness.
Then as against a tree I leant, And o’er my song was sighing, ​Came to me for my solacement Some pretty bird a-flying; Flew round and round Above the ground Where yet the snow was lying:
Flew in and out the branches bare, Whose arms kind Spring was filling With baby sunbeams: everywhere Flew, flitted, flutter’d, trilling Out of his throat A little note, That thro’ my heart went thrilling,
Till, looking up, “O Spring!” I said, “Mute must I stand, confessing My human dulness. Take, instead Of mine, this singer’s blessing— In lightsome flight, And song’s delight, Thy very self expressing!”
# Velvet Glove

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* The Velvet Glove, 1901 novel by Hugh Stowell Scott (writing as Henry Seton Merriman)
* "The Velvet Glove", 1910 short story by Henry James
# Venable v. Richards

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United States Supreme Court
105 U.S. 636
Venable v. Richards
ERROR to the Circuit Court of the United States for the Eastern District of Virginia.
The facts are stated in the opinion of the court.
Mr. William P. Burwell for the plaintiffs in error.
The Solicitor-General for the defendant in error.
MR. JUSTICE HARLAN delivered the opinion of the court.

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# United States v. Hill (248 U.S. 420)

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## Dissenting Opinion

    Clark McReynolds
United States Supreme Court
248 U.S. 420
United States v. Hill (248 U.S. 420)
Argued: Nov. 5 and 6, 1918. --- Decided: Jan 13, 1919
Mr. Assistant Attorney General Frierson, for the United states.
Mr. Justice DAY delivered the opinion of the Court.

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