OpenLLM-France/wikimedia huggingface dataset:
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 130/Issue 1683/Autumn in the Woods

* AUTUMN IN THE WOODS.
* How changed the scene from that I lately sang,
* Of summer in the woods!
* When all the leafy coverts rang,
* Down to the deepest solitudes,
* With sweet bird-harmonies of song
* From the wild feathered throng.
* But now the furious wind's sonorous bass
* Sounds through the naked trees:
* Music spreads forth her wing,
* And in the air float melodies, which chase
* Each other as they please,
* And gambol as in ecstasies;
* Each tree a harp, and every branch a string,
* Touched by a hand unseen, now low, now high,
* Outringing rapturous refrains,
* And with great heaven's own minstrelsy
* Flooding the hills and plains.
* Some tremulous leaves still hang upon the boughs,
* Quivering 'twixt life and death,
* And yonder willow sways and sighs and bows,
* Before the frost hath breathed her wintry breath,
* And the last leaf falls flickering to its tomb, —
* Relic of brightness and of bloom.
* Walk through the wood, thrilled to the inmost core
* By the wild concert of celestial sounds
* In God's cathedral. Hear the wondrous roar
* Of nature's organ, echoing in rounds
* From the high headland to the ocean shore.
* Magnificently grand!
* This is God's minster-choir,
* By the blue heavens o'erspanned;
* And now the song bursts forth from harp and lyre,
* A hallelujah chorus loud,
* A hurricane of praise which sweeps
* Triumphantly from cloud to cloud,
* As though the very heavens were bowed,
* And then in silence sleeps.
* Sweet silence! like the cadence of a psalm:
* The storm was sudden, and the hallowing calm
* As sudden as the storm;
* Not a breath stirs, and zephyr soft as balm
* Brings peace in its most lovely form.
* Only the whispering rill I hear,
* With its mild vesper hymn the trees among,
* And, beautifully clear.
* The robin's plaintive song.
* B.
* Sunday Magazine.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 130/Issue 1683/Miscellany

Popular Science Review.
The Visible Horizon. — A point of some scientific interest has just been argued in the High Court of Justice. It was contended by the solicitor-general that the three miles' limit of territorial waters was of modern origin, and by Sir R. Phillimore that it was due to that being the distance a cannon-ball would reach from the shore. There can, however, be no doubt that the limit was recognized long before the invention of gunpowder.
Three miles is the distance of the offing or visible horizon to a person six feet in height standing on the shore. It is natural to suppose that the early maritime peoples of Europe would lay claim to the sea as far as the eye could reach. This distance they would find by experience was just three miles, and it can be proved mathematically to be correct. Measured by this standard — a tall man, usually taken as six feet high — the distance is invariable for all time, places, and peoples; measured by a cannon-ball, it is constantly varying, and now ought to be five miles rather than three. The fact that the distance depends on both ocular and mathematical demonstration, and is not subject to improvement in gunnery, is the best explanation of its origin and application.
| Dulwich, May 8. | B. G. Jenkins. Nature. |
Athenæum.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 130/Issue 1682/The Seven-Nights' Watch

* THE SEVEN-NIGHTS' WATCH.
* NORTH-COUNTRY SUPERSTITION.
* Nay, don't turn the key, not yet, not yet, five nights haven't past and gone
* Since we laid the green sods straight and meet, to wait for the cold gray stone;
* See, his pipe still lies on the mantel where the old armchair is set,
* The knife is left in the half-carved stick — don't turn the door-key yet!
* How it rains! it must be dree an' all where the wet wind sweeps the brow,
* And it's dry and warm by the hearthstone; don't steek the lintel now!
* Fling a fir-log on the ingle; he was used to love the light,
* That shone "haste thee" through the darkness, when he was abroad at night.
* Thieves? nay, they scarce come up our way, and there's none so much to steal,
* Just the bread loaf in the cupboard, and the hank on the spinning-wheel;
* And I'd rather lose the all I have, aye, the burial-fee on the shelf,
* Than think of him barred out from home, out in the cold by himself.
* Whisht! was not yon a footstep in the path out there by the byre?
* Whisht! I know how boards can creak. I say, pile sticks on the fire.
* The wind sighs over the upland, just like a parting soul;
* Get to bed with you all — I'll stay, and keep my watch by the gathering coal.
* For all he grew so wild and strange, my one son loved his mother.
* Mayhap he'd come to me when scarce he'd show himself to another.
* When the drink was out he was always kind, and e'en when he had a drop
* He was mild to me. Don't turn the key! For seven nights here I stop.
* I bore him, kept him, and loved him; whatever else might come,
* He knew, while his mother held the door, was always his welcome home.
* You may stare and laugh, an' it please you; but, oh, a glint of him
* Were just a sparkle of heaven to the eyes that are waxing dim!
* And I know, should he meet his father, up there in the rest and joy,
* He'll say, "A couple of nights are left, thou'st need to cheer her, my boy."
* So, leave the key, and fetch the logs, till the mourner's week is done;
* I tell thee I'll watch, lest I miss in sleep a last smile from my son.
* All The Year Round.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 130/Issue 1683/Servia

From The Leisure Hour.
SERVIA.
Servia is about one-fifth smaller than Scotland, and sparsely inhabited by 1,352,000 inhabitants. Like Scotland, it is a land of mountains. On the south-west the mountains consist of offshoots of the Dinaric Alps, and elsewhere the branches of the Balkan chain. One of these, gathered into a knotty group in the centre of the country, forms the Rudrik Mountains. Another, running northwards, meets a range of the Carpathians, and with it forms the "Iron Gates" of the Danube. Nothing can exceed the wildness and stern sublimity of this celebrated portal, through which the great river flows. Generally speaking, Servia is traversed from south to north by extensive mountain ridges. These form valleys, which nowhere expand into plains. In its physical features the country is not unlike Bosnia and the Herzegovina, but with its green and well-wooded hills it is in striking contrast to the bare and sterile region of Montenegro. ​As Montenegro was the unconquered remnant of the old Servian empire, therefore the little principality in the Black Mountain may, in that sense, be held as its truest representative. Modern Servia however, on account alike of name, resources, and geographical position, claims continuity of national life with the Servia of the fourteenth century. The motto of the princes of the present house of Obrenovitch is, "Time and my rights." Their arms represent a white cross on a red field, and on the cross are inscribed two dates, 1389 — 1815; between them lies a drawn sword. The first date commemorates the fatal fight of Kossova, when the Servians, overthrown by the Ottoman arms, became a subject people; the second marks the year when Milosch Obrenovitch went from his dwelling among the mountains of the interior to the church of Takovo to raise anew the standard of revolt. The drawn sword between the dates may be taken to indicate that the attitude of the subject Serbs on the Danube during four long centuries of Turkish rule was not one of servile submission, but of a nourished antagonism. What gives importance to the revolt of 1815 is that it resulted in the permanent acknowledgment of Servia by the Porte as a self-governing though still tributary power, under native rulers. Servia, restored to the Serbs, brought back with it the hope at some future time of entire independence, and of an extension of territory co-extensive with the old Servian kingdom. Nor do the free and warlike inhabitants of the Black Mountain entertain any jealousy of the national aspirations of their brethren on the Danube. The two Serb powers are in close alliance, and between the families of the respective princes there exists a cordial friendship.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 130/Issue 1682/When we are Parted

* WHEN WE ARE PARTED.
* When we are parted, let me lie
* In some far corner of thy heart,
* Silent, and from the world apart,
* Like a forgotten melody.
* Forgotten by the world beside,
* Cherished by one and one alone,
* For some loved memory of its own,
* So let me in thy heart abide.
* When we are parted, keep for me
* The sacred stillness of the night;
* That hour, sweet love, is mine by right,
* Let others claim thy day of thee.
* The cold world sleeping at our feet,
* My spirit shall discourse with thine;
* When stars upon thy pillow shine,
* At thy heart's door I stand and wait.
* H. C. S.
* Transcript.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 130/Issue 1683

LITTELL'S LIVING AGE.
| Fifth Series, Volume XV. | $\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,$ | No. 1683. — September 9, 1876. | $\scriptstyle {\left\{{\begin{matrix}\ \end{matrix}}\right.}$ | From Beginning Vol. CXXX. |
CONTENTS. :
| I. | Clarendon. Part II., | Contemporary Review, | 643 |
| II. | The Rev. Adam Cameron's Visit to London, | Cornhill Magazine, | 656 |
| III. | The Territorial Expansion of Russia, | Fortnightly Review, | 677 |
| IV. | Narrative of the Wreck of the "Strathmore". By one of the Survivors, | Chambers' Journal, | 690 |
| V. | Whewell's Writings and Correspondence, | Nature, | 696 |
| VI. | The Turkish Atrocities, | Economist, | 698 |
| VII. | The Whole Duty of Woman from a Chinese Point of View, | Pall Mall Budget, | 700 |
| VIII. | On Talkers, | Examiner, | 702 |
| IX. | Servia, | Leisure Hour, | 703 |
POETRY. :
| Autumn in the Woods, | 642 | Two Seasons, | 642 |
| A Suicide, | 642 | | |
| Miscellany, | Miscellany, | Miscellany, | 704 |
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 130/Issue 1683/A Suicide

* A SUICIDE.
* Judge not! 'Tis past thy ken;
* Strangely the web of destiny is ordered;
* In highest-natured men
* The loftiest wit with depths of madness bordered!
* Judge not! The taper's light
* Is too small measure for volcanoes' burning;
* This constant, feebly-bright, —
* That sudden, with wild flame, all barriers spurning.
* Judge not! Beyond the grave
* We shall know better the immense, great trial;
* This man submits, a slave;
* The other fights, and dies, in fierce denial.
* But He who views the strife,
* Calm from without, more wise than those within it,
* Counts the long "Yes" of life,
* Not the one "No," the single faithless minute.
* Spectator.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 130/Issue 1683/Oh! thou, whose heart is scarred and worn

* Oh! thou, whose heart is scarred and worn,
* Whom plans bewilder, cares oppress, —
* By disappointment overborne,
* Or overjoyed at earth's success, —
* The fir woods call to thee to come,
* Their lonely depths are never dumb.
* For there is never day so still,
* So lulled to sleep, but some light breeze,
* Unnoticed else, doth faintly fill
* The topmost foliage of the trees,
* And those tall, tapering crests are stirred,
* And the eternal whisper heard.
* And there is never day so rude,
* So vexed with blasts that howl and drive,
* But in this dark and silent wood
* The winds are hushed, or only give —
* Howe'er the tree-tops rock and swing —
* Depth to their solemn murmuring.
* G. A. Holmes.
* Good Words.
# Marsh v. Alabama

* related portals: Supreme Court of the United States.
* sister projects: Wikipedia article, Wikidata item.
Marsh v. Alabama, 326 U.S. 501 (1946), was a case decided by the United States Supreme Court, in which it ruled that a state trespassing statute could not be used to prevent the distribution of religious materials on a town's sidewalk, notwithstanding the fact that the sidewalk where the distribution was taking place was part of a privately owned company town. The Court based its ruling on the provisions of the First Amendment and Fourteenth Amendment. Warning: template has been deprecated.

## Concurring Opinion

    Frankfurter

## Dissenting Opinion

    Reed
United States Supreme Court
326 U.S. 501
Marsh v. Alabama
Argued: and Submitted Dec. 7, 1945. --- Decided: Jan 7, 1946
On Appeal from the Court of Appeals of the State of Alabama.
Mr. Hayden C. Covington, of Brooklyn, N.Y., for appellants.
Mr. William N. McQueen, of Montgomery, Ala., for appellee.
Mr. Justice BLACK delivered the opinion of the Court.

## Notes

This work is in the public domain in the United States because it is a work of the United States federal government (see 17 U.S.C. 105).
Public domainPublic domainfalsefalse
# Marseillaise

* Search for titles containing or beginning with: "Marseillaise."
* sister projects: Wikipedia article, Wikidata item.
This is a disambiguation page. It lists works that share the same title. If an article link referred you here, please consider editing it to point directly to the intended page.
* "La Marseillaise" ("The Marseillaise", 1792) by Claude Joseph Rouget de Lisle; the French national anthem.
* "Marselyeza" ("The Marseillaise", 1905) by Leonid Andreyev; short story.
# Marsh Hymns—Between Dawn and Sunrise

Sidney Lanier composed this poem in Baltimore, Maryland in 1880 or 1881, just a few weeks before he passed away. In the volume of his poems published posthumously and edited by his wife, this poem was characterized as an “unrevised pencilling.”
Were silver pink, and had a soul,  Which soul were shy, which shyness might A visible influence be, and roll  Through heaven and earth— ‘twere thou, O light!
O rhapsody of the wraith of red,  O blush but yet in prophecy, O sun-hint that hath overspread  Sky, marsh, my soul, and yonder sail.
# Marsh v. Brooks

* Search for titles containing or beginning with: "Marsh v. Brooks."
* sister projects: Wikidata item.
This is a disambiguation page. It lists works that share the same title. If an article link referred you here, please consider editing it to point directly to the intended page.
* Marsh v. Brooks (49 U.S. 223)
* Marsh v. Brooks (55 U.S. 513)
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 132/Issue 1710/At the Play

* AT THE PLAY.
* Dora seated at the play
* Weeps to see the hero perish, —
* Hero of a Dresden day,
* Fit for china nymphs to cherish;
* O that Dora's heart would be
* Half so soft and warm for me!
* When the flaring lights are out
* His heroic deeds are over,
* Gone his splendid strut and shout,
* Gone his raptures of a lover,
* While my humdrum heart you'd find
* True, though out of sight and mind.
* Athenæum. Edmund W. Gosse.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 132/Issue 1710/"Let the Dead Bury the Dead"

* "LET THE DEAD BURY THE DEAD."
* 'Tis gone, with its joys and sorrows;
* Its sunshine and storms of rain:
* Look not away in the distance,
* On relics of grief and pain;
* Look up, dear friends, instead:
* Let the dead year bury its dead!
* What if our pride have suffered?
* What if the hour of need
* Have shown that the friend we trusted
* Was worse than a broken reed?
* Look up, though our hearts have bled:
* Let the dead year bury its dead.
* Let us count the abundant mercies
* Our one great Friend has sent;
* The days of our light and darkness —
* All gifts of one sweet intent.
* No matter the tears we shed:
* Let the dead year bury its dead.
* Ah, youth has been taught stern lessons,
* And we of maturer years
* Have learned a yet keener knowledge
* Of life's vain hopes and fears.
* How surely God's hand hath led!
* Let the dead year bury its dead.
* And the new-born year shall find us
* Courageous, alert and strong;
* Girt up for the strife before us,
* Though sharp the trial and long.
* On, on, with a firmer tread,
* While the dead year buries its dead.
* Month.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 132/Issue 1710/In a Child's Album

* IN A CHILD'S ALBUM.
* Some day, my child, in poet's tenderest strain,
* You may perchance be heard divinely singing;
* The attar of an ecstasy or pain,
* In passioned sweetness flinging;
* Some day.
* Some day, it may be, hot wild tears will flow
* And show how tempests tear the rose to blowing;
* And what you sighed in radiant spring to know,
* Will pierce your heart with knowing;
* Some day.
* Some day, oh, child! as one who fain would rest,
* You may await death's peaceful tide inflowing,
* And float, with heavenly lilies on your breast,
* To heavenly lilies growing.
* Some day.
* Transcript. Mrs. L. C. Whiton.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 132/Issue 1709/On a Picture by Giorgione

* ON A PICTURE BY GIORGIONE.
* IN THE WINTER EXHIBITION OF THE ROYAL ACADEMY, NO. 114.
* Blue sky, white cloud, sweet depth of southern air,
* What shaded, pansy-sprinkled grove is this?
* What lovers trembling on the verge of bliss,
* She passion-warm, — he pale and drooping with despair?
* Her throbbing brows, with yellow hair upbound,
* She leans upon her sister's cooler breast;
* There soothes her soft cheek, flush'd with sweet unrest,
* And from her parted lips breaths fragrance all around.
* With him 'tis ebb-tide of the golden flood;
* His hand rests idly on the cittern-wires,
* And as the beating of his heart inspires,
* He strikes sad chords, and sings in melancholy mood,
* Bowing his face, — "Dear love, this heart forlorn,
* A crazèd tenement on a river's brink,
* Haunted by shapes of care, save, ere it sink,
* And be in death's chill waters whelm'd and overborne."
* Fair lady seated with the enthrallèd twain,
* Thy beaming eyes with no wild passion glow.
* No touch of the sweet sorrow clouds thy brow;
* Smiling, thou feel'st her joy, and smiling see'st his pain.
* Then rise, nor longer the fond lovers sever;
* Bid her to fill his heart, give passion sway,
* And flush his cheek with kisses. Ah, no, stay,
* Nor break the spell that holds the poet's dream forever!
* Spectator. Herbert New.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 132/Issue 1709/The Turned Lesson

* THE TURNED LESSON.
* "I thought I knew it!" she said;
* "I thought I had learnt it quite!"
* But the gentle teacher shook her head,
* With a grave, yet loving light
* In the eyes that fell on the upturned face,
* As she gave the book
* With the mark still set in the self-same place.
* "I thought I knew it!" she said;
* And a heavy tear fell down
* As she turned away with bending head;
* Yet not for reproof or frown,
* And not for the lesson to learn again,
* Or the play-hour lost;
* It was something else that gave the pain.
* She could not have put it in words,
* But her teacher understood,
* As God understands the chirp of the birds
* In the depth of an autumn wood;
* And a quiet touch on the reddening cheek
* Was quite enough;
* No need to question, no need to speak.
* Then the gentle voice was heard,
* "Now I will try you again,"
* And the lesson was mastered, every word;
* Was it not worth the pain?
* Was it not kinder the task to turn
* Than to let it pass
* As a lost, lost leaf that she did not learn?
* Is it not often so,
* That we only learn in part,
* And the Master's testing-time may show
* That it was not quite "by heart?"
* Then he gives, in his wise and patient grace
* The lesson again,
* With the mark still set in the self-same place.
* Only stay by his side
* Till the page is really known;
* It may be we failed because we tried
* To learn it all alone.
* And now that he would not let us lose
* One lesson of love
* (For he knows the loss), can we refuse?
* But oh! how could we dream
* That we knew it all so well,
* Reading so fluently, as we deem,
* What we could not even spell?
* And oh! how could we grieve once more
* That patient One
* Who has turned so many a task before!
* That waiting One, who now
* Is letting us try again;
* Watching us with the patient brow
* That bore the wreath of pain;
* Thoroughly teaching what he would teach
* Line upon line,
* Thoroughly doing his work in each.
* Then let our hearts be still,
* Though our task be turned to-day.
* Oh! let him teach us what he will,
* In his own most gracious way,
* Till, sitting only at Jesu's feet,
* As we learn each line,
* The hardest is found all clear and sweet.
* Good Words. Frances Ridley Havergal.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 132/Issue 1710

LITTELL'S LIVING AGE.
| Fifth Series, Volume XVII. | $\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,$ | No. 1710. — March 24, 1877. | $\scriptstyle {\left\{{\begin{matrix}\ \end{matrix}}\right.}$ | From Beginning Vol. CXXXII. |
CONTENTS. :
| I. | The Poetry of the Old Testament, | British Quarterly Review, | 707 |
| II. | The Marquis of Lossie. By George Macdonald, author of "Malcolm," etc. Part XII., | Advance Sheets, | 728 |
| III. | Old Norse Mirror of Men and Manners, | Quarterly Review, | 738 |
| IV. | Green Pastures and Piccadilly. By William Black, author of "The Adventures of a Phaeton," "The Princess of Thule," etc. Part VI., | Examiner, | 755 |
| V. | The Japanese New Year, | Spectator, | 762 |
| VI. | Pianist and Martyr, | Examiner, | 764 |
| VII. | A Chinese Statesman, | Pall Mall Gazette, | 766 |
| VIII. | Bees and Bee-Keeping, | Good Words, | 767 |
POETRY. :
| Indivisible, | 706 | In a Child's Album, | 706 |
| "Let the Dead Bury the Dead", | 706 | At the Play, | 706 |
| Miscellany, | Miscellany, | Miscellany, | 768 |
# Mason v. Rollins/Opinion of the Court

* Court Documents
* Case Syllabus
* Opinion of the Court
United States Supreme Court
80 U.S. 602
Mason v. Rollins
It is manifest that the averments of citizenship in neither of the bills are sufficient to give the Circuit Court jurisdiction under the Judiciary Act of 1789; and all were filed subsequent to the 13th of July, 1866.
When these suits were brought, therefore, there was no act in force giving jurisdiction in cases such as those made by the records, to the courts of the United States. The Circuit Court was obliged, therefore, to dismiss the bill in each case for want of jurisdiction, and the judgment of that court in the several cases must be
AFFIRMED.

## Notes

This work is in the public domain in the United States because it is a work of the United States federal government (see 17 U.S.C. 105).
Public domainPublic domainfalsefalse
# Mason v. Routzahn

* related portals: Supreme Court of the United States.
* sister projects: Wikidata item.
United States Supreme Court
275 U.S. 175
Mason v. Routzahn
Argued: Oct. 6, 1927. --- Decided: Nov 21, 1927
Messrs. Horace Andrews, of Cleveland, Ohio, Charles E. Hughes, of New York City, and S. M. Jett, of Akron, Ohio, for petitioner.
Mr. Wm. D. Mitchell, Sol. Gen., of Washington, D. C., for respondent.
Mr. Justice BRANDEIS delivered the opinion of the Court.

## Notes

This work is in the public domain in the United States because it is a work of the United States federal government (see 17 U.S.C. 105).
Public domainPublic domainfalsefalse
# Mason v. Robertson

* related portals: Supreme Court of the United States.
* sister projects: Wikidata item.
United States Supreme Court
139 U.S. 624
Mason v. Robertson
[Statement of Case from pages 624-626 intentionally omitted]
Edward Hartley and Walter H. Coleman, for plaintiff in error.
Asst. Atty. Gen. Parker, for defendant in error.
Mr. Justice GRAY, after stating the facts as above, delivered the opinion of the court.

## Notes

This work is in the public domain in the United States because it is a work of the United States federal government (see 17 U.S.C. 105).
Public domainPublic domainfalsefalse
# Mason v. Pewabic Mining Company Pewabic Mining Company/Opinion of the Court

* Court Documents
* Case Syllabus
* Opinion of the Court
United States Supreme Court
133 U.S. 50
Mason v. Pewabic Mining Company Pewabic Mining Company

## Notes

This work is in the public domain in the United States because it is a work of the United States federal government (see 17 U.S.C. 105).
Public domainPublic domainfalsefalse