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# More songs by the fighting men. Soldiers poets: second series/J. E. Stewart, M.C.

J. E. STEWART
M.C., Capt., Border Regiment
Before Action
OVER the down the road goes winding, A ribbon of white in the corn— The green, young corn. O, the joy of binding The sheaves some harvest morn!
But we are called to another reaping, A harvest that will not wait. The sheaves will be green. O, the world of weeping Of those without the gate!
For the road we go they may not travel, Nor share our harvesting; But watch and weep. O, to unravel The riddle of this thing!
Yet over the down the white road leading Calls; and who lags behind? Stout are our hearts; but O, the bleeding Of hearts we may not bind!
Somme, July, 1916.
Renascence
THERE is a stirring in the woods Has not been heard these many Springs, A pulsing eagerness as broods The dawn about awaking things. And signs are on the little hills That take the sun while yet on high The mighty peaks, whose grandeur fills The noon, are muffled in the sky.
There is a murmur 'neath the noise Of cities and the common crowd, As though some elfin under-voice Sang thro' the buzz and discord loud; And songs above the red alarms Of bitter War rise clear and free, As in the cruel shock of arms Trembled a sweet expectancy.
Once, in the days of barren Art, When ebbed the tide of Beauty's pow'r, Nature bestirred a poet's heart To give the world a passioned hour; And such an hour is trembling sure O'er this our weary day and long, To bring our sicken'd souls a cure With a new ministry of Song.
Flanders, 1917.
Courage
I WAS afraid of Fear, Not of the foe; And when I thought that those I hold most dear My craven soul would know And turn away ashamed, who praised before, Ashamed and deep distressed to find it so, I was afraid the more.
Lo, when I joined the fight, And bared my breast To all the darts of that wild hellish night, I, only, stood the test, For Fear, which I had feared, deserted then, And forward blithely at the foe I prest King of myself again.
ENVOY
Blessed be God above For His sweet care, Who heard the prayers of those whom most I love And my poor suppliance there, Who brought me forth in life and limb all whole, Who blessed my powers with his Divine repair, And gave me back my soul!
# More songs by the fighting men. Soldiers poets: second series/J. Peterson

J. PETERSON
Private, Seaforth Highlanders
Peace
"THERE is no peace, no peace," the big guns shout To drown the little voice that ev'ry hour, Persistent as the muezzin from his tower, Proclaims that all is well.—Yet who shall doubt The deep-sea thunder in dim moonlit caves, The green hills singing to the morning sun, The wild flowers flaunting till the day is done, Or plaintive sea-gull cries o'er twilit waves?— "No peace," they growl! The little voice pleads on: A lark high singing o'er the barrage blast, A moonbeam on the lake's dark bosom cast, A whisper from a thousand mouths anon, "Lo! beauty, beauty may not, cannot cease, And beauty's thrice-starred crown is peace, is peace."
Arras
I WENT and walked by Arras In the dim uncertain night; I went and walked by Arras In the dazzling noonday light; First, I saw a fairy glamour— Later, 'twas another sight.
Out by Arras in the night-time, Star-shells in the starlit sky Showered like wild silver raindrops From a fountain scattered high, Like the silver scales of fishes In the tideway curving by.
Out by Arras in the night-time There were glints of red and green Like the glow of fairy camp-fires In some hidden high wood seen, Like the day-dawn of the night-land Where no man has ever been.
Out by Arras in the day-time There stretched broad the sun-parched sand ​Where together men and torture Lived with foul death hand and hand, Horror-stricken, God-forsaken, There stretched far the war-cursed land.
And upon the stretches barren Far I saw the thousands lie That the wind of war had blasted, Sweeping on without a sigh; In the hollows, huddled hundreds Who were not afraid to die.
# More songs by the fighting men. Soldiers poets: second series/H. S. Graham

H. S. GRAHAM
Capt., R.E.T.
The Seers
THE Poets who have sung have not revealed The great abiding purpose for which God Has led again the Nations to the Field Of Blood, through which our fathers ofttimes trod.
And we must wait; for unto them alone The Truth is naked who themselves, ahead Of all their fellow-men, away have thrown Their Life, and on the battlefield lie dead.
To them who thus to God have bared the Soul Is shown the Truth, the Victory of Loss, Of Sacrifice of all for God, the bowl Which Jesus drained for man upon the Cross!
To them we turn, our lost, our best, our brave! Yet should we hear though one rose from the grave?
France, 1916.
The Field of Blood
STRANGER, this foreign field wherein you lie Has many human vessels fashioned true Under the Potter's Thumb. The Priests did buy It with the silver Traitor Judas threw Into the Treasury, as he confessed He had betrayed the Blood of Innocence. They bought the field for weary Strangers' rest; And you are Stranger thrice,—to War's offence, To death and to this land. The World allied To other Traitors long have seized Our Lord And by this War have Him re-crucified; And soldiers guard His Tomb with naked swords. But for all this the stone shall roll away, And you shall rise with Him on Easter Day!
6th December, 1916.
# More songs by the fighting men. Soldiers poets: second series/Harley Matthews

HARLEY MATTHEWS
Private, A.I.F.
Homeward
TO the old friends and faces, To the old life again, To often dreamed-of places, Pleasant in sun or rain: For home my face is set; Home! Madly goes my heart With calling up each minute Those visions none forget, All that the word has in it— For each man things apart.
We watched our land go from us, The sea stretched far, unknown; To all it glowed with promise. . . . I watch the sea alone. Some lie within its sound, Scarce past its edge of foam, Yet hear it surging never. And some their grave have found Far from the sea for ever, The sea that takes us home.
​I hear you, waves that glisten, I see your path for me. Maybe the dead can listen, See more than I can see: Not for the guns, their sound Heard muffled through the loam, Nor noise of sea or heavens. Not see the trees around, No! not the grass-roots even, But sounds and sights of home.
# Moby-Dick (1851) US edition/Chapter 63

Chapter LXIII.
the crotch.
Out of the trunk, the branches grow; out of them, the twigs. So, in productive subjects, grow the chapters.
​The crotch alluded to on a previous page deserves independent mention. It is a notched stick of a peculiar form, some two feet in length, which is perpendicularly inserted into the starboard gunwale near the bow, for the purpose of furnishing a rest for the wooden extremity of the harpoon, whose other naked, barbed end slopingly projects from the prow. Thereby the weapon is instantly at hand to its hurler, who snatches it up as readily from its rest as a backwoodsman swings his rifle from the wall. It is customary to have two harpoons reposing in the crotch, respectively called the first and second irons.
But these two harpoons, each by its own cord, are both connected with the line; the object being this: to dart them both, if possible, one instantly after the other into the same whale; so that if, in the coming drag, one should draw out, the other may still retain a hold. It is a doubling of the chances. But it very often happens that owing to the instantaneous, violent, convulsive running of the whale upon receiving the first iron, it becomes impossible for the harpooneer, however lightning-like in his movements, to pitch the second iron into him. Nevertheless, as the second iron is already connected with the line, and the line is running, hence that weapon must, at all events, be anticipatingly tossed out of the boat, somehow and somewhere; else the most terrible jeopardy would involve all hands. Tumbled into the water, it accordingly is in such cases; the spare coils of box line (mentioned in a preceding chapter) making this feat, in most instances, prudently practicable. But this critical act is not always unattended with the saddest and most fatal casualties.
Furthermore: you must know that when the second iron is thrown overboard, it thenceforth becomes a dangling, sharp-edged terror, skittishly curvetting about both boat and whale, entangling the lines, or cutting them, and making a prodigious sensation in all directions. Nor, in general, is it possible to secure it again until the whale is fairly captured and a corpse.
​Consider, now, how it must be in the case of four boats all engaging one unusually strong, active, and knowing whale; when owing to these qualities in him, as well as to the thousand concurring accidents of such an audacious enterprise, eight or ten loose second irons may be simultaneously dangling about him. For, of course, each boat is supplied with several harpoons to bend on to the line should the first one be ineffectually darted without recovery. All these particulars are faithfully narrated here, as they will not fail to elucidate several most important, however intricate passages, in scenes hereafter to be painted.
# Moby-Dick (1851) US edition/Chapter 62

Chapter LXII.
the dart.
A word concerning an incident in the last chapter.
According to the invariable usage of the fishery, the whale-boat pushes off from the ship, with the headsman or whale-killer as temporary steersman, and the harpooneer or whale-fastener pulling the foremost oar, the one known as the harpooneer-oar. Now it needs a strong, nervous arm to strike the first iron into the fish; for often, in what is called a long dart, the heavy implement has to be flung to the distance of twenty or thirty feet. But however prolonged and exhausting the chase, the harpooneer is expected to pull his oar meanwhile to the uttermost; indeed, he is expected to set an example of superhuman activity to the rest, not only by incredible rowing, but by repeated loud and intrepid exclamations; and what it is to keep shouting at the top of one’s compass, while all the other muscles are strained and half started—what that is none know but those who have tried it. For one, I cannot bawl very heartily and work very recklessly at one and the same time. In this straining, bawling state, then, with his back to the fish, all at once the exhausted harpooneer hears the exciting cry—“Stand up, and give it to him!” He now has to drop and secure his oar, turn round on his centre half way, seize his harpoon from the crotch, and with what little strength may remain, he essays to pitch it somehow into the whale. No wonder, taking the whole fleet of whalemen in a body, that out of fifty fair chances for a dart, not five are successful; no wonder that, so many hapless harpooneers are madly cursed and disrated; no wonder that some of them actually burst their blood​vessels in the boat; no wonder that some sperm whalemen are absent four years with four barrels; no wonder that to many ship owners, whaling is but a losing concern; for it is the harpooneer that makes the voyage, and if you take the breath out of his body how can you expect to find it there when most wanted!
Again, if the dart be successful, then at the second critical instant, that is, when the whale starts to run, the boat-header and harpooneer likewise start to running fore and aft, to the imminent jeopardy of themselves and every one else. It is then they change places; and the headsman, the chief officer of the little craft, takes his proper station in the bows of the boat.
Now, I care not who maintains the contrary, but all this is both foolish and unnecessary. The headsman should stay in the bows from first to last; he should both dart the harpoon and the lance, and no rowing whatever should be expected of him, except under circumstances obvious to any fisherman. I know that this would sometimes involve a slight loss of speed in the chase; but long experience in various whalemen of more than one nation has convinced me that in the vast majority of failures in the fishery, it has not by any means been so much the speed of the whale as the before described exhaustion of the harpooneer that has caused them.
To insure the greatest efficiency in the dart, the harpooneers of this world must start to their feet from out of idleness, and not from out of toil.
# Moby-Dick (1851) US edition/Chapter 66

CHAPTER LXVI.
the shark massacre.
When in the Southern Fishery, a captured Sperm Whale, after long and weary toil, is brought alongside late at night, it is not, as a general thing at least, customary to proceed at once to the business of cutting him in. For that business is an exceedingly laborious one; is not very soon completed; and requires all hands to set about it. Therefore, the common usage is to take in all sail; lash the helm a'lee; and then send every one below to his hammock till daylight, with the reservation that, until that time, anchor-watches shall be kept; that is, two and two for an hour, each couple, the crew in rotation shall mount the deck to see that all goes well.
But sometimes, especially upon the Line in the Pacific, this plan will not answer at all; because such incalculable hosts of sharks gather round the moored carcase, that were he left so for six hours, say, on a stretch, little more than the skeleton would be visible by morning. In most other parts of the ocean, however, where these fish do not so largely abound, their wondrous voracity can be at times considerably diminished, by vigorously stirring them up with sharp whaling-spades, a procedure notwithstanding, which, in some instances, only seems to tickle them into still greater activity. But it was not thus in the present case with the Pequod's sharks; though, to be sure, any man unaccustomed to such sights, to have looked over her side that night, would have almost thought the whole round sea was one huge cheese, and those sharks the maggots in it.
Nevertheless, upon Stubb setting the anchor-watch after his supper was concluded; and when, accordingly, Queequeg and ​a forecastle seaman came on deck, no small excitement was created among the sharks; for immediately suspending the cutting stages over the side, and lowering three lanterns, so that they cast long gleams of light over the turbid sea, these two mariners, darting their long whaling-spades, kept up an incessant murdering of the sharks, by striking the keen steel deep into their skulls, seemingly their only vital part. But in the foamy confusion of their mixed and struggling hosts, the marksmen could not always hit their mark; and this brought about new revelations of the incredible ferocity of the foe. They viciously snapped, not only at each other's disembowelments, but like flexible bows, bent round, and bit their own; till those entrails seemed swallowed over and over again by the same mouth, to be oppositely voided by the gaping wound. Nor was this all. It was unsafe to meddle with the corpses and ghosts of these creatures. A sort of generic or Pantheistic vitality seemed to lurk in their very joints and bones, after what might be called the individual life had departed. Killed and hoisted on deck for the sake of his skin, one of these sharks almost took poor Queequeg's hand off, when he tried to shut down the dead lid of his murderous jaw.
"Queequeg no care what god made him shark," said the savage, agonizingly lifting his hand up and down; "wedder Fejee god or Nantucket god; but de god wat made shark must be one dam Ingin."
# Men-at-the-Bar/Adams, Robert Patten

​Adams, Robert Patten, solicitor-general Tasmania since 1867, ex-officio member of Board of Examiners under the Barristers and Attorneys' Admission Act, member of House of Assembly for district of Hobart Town 1859, 1861, 1862–6, matric King's Coll. School, London, a student of the Middle Temple 14 April, 1851, called to the bar 1 May, 1854 (3rd son of James White Adams, of Martock, Somerset, gentleman); born 4 March, 1831; married 1st, , , Harriet Mathilde, dau. of Capt. George King, R.N.; he married 2ndly, , , Kate, dau. of George Francis Huston, of New Norfolk, Tasmania, surgeon.
    Hobart, Tasmania.
# Men-at-the-Bar/Addison, John Edmund Wentworth

​Addison, John Edmund Wentworth, Q.C., recorder of Preston 27 Aug., 1874, scholar Trin. Coll., Dublin, 1857, B.A. 1859, a student of the Inner Temple 31 May, 1859 (then aged 22), called to the bar 30 April, 1862, Q.C. 24 March, 1880, called to the bench 8 June, 1883 (3rd son of Lieut.-Col. Henry Robert Addison); born 5 Nov., 1838.
    32, Norfolk Square, W.; Lime Grove, Manchester.
# Men-at-the-Bar/Adams, Maxwell Richard Peers

​Adams, Maxwell Richard Peers, statistical officer on staff of the director-general of telegraphs in India, etc., etc., a student of the Middle Temple 25 Jan., 1870, called to the bar 29 June, 1881 (eldest surviving son of General Henry Augustus Adams); born 15 Jan., 1849; married 3 Jan., 1881, Fanny Michell, youngest dau. of late William Gay, Esq., of Cheltenham and Falmouth.
    Calcutta and Simla, India.
# Men-at-the-Bar/Adams, Percy Bolland

​Adams, Percy Bolland, B.A. Trin. Hall, Camb., a student of the Inner Temple 3 Jan., 1874 (then aged 19), called to the bar 13 June, 1877 (4th son of William Adams, of Nelson, New Zealand, solicitor); born , 1855; married 7 Dec., 1881, Frances Elizabeth Macgregor, eldest dau. of late Charles Fowell Willett Watts, Esq., of Lansdowne, Marlborough.
    Christchurch, New Zealand.
# Men-at-the-Bar/Adkins, Henry

​Adkins, Henry, B.A. St. John's Coll., Camb., goes the Oxford circuit, a student of the Inner Temple 23 Jan., 1873 (then aged 19), called to the bar 25 April, 1877 (2nd son of Henry Adkins, of the Firs, Edgbaston, co. Warwick, J.P.); born , 1854.
    The Firs, Edgbaston; 3, Harcourt Buildings, Temple, E.C.
# Men-at-the-Bar/Adrian, Alfred Douglas

​Adrian, Alfred Douglas, B.A. London Univ. 1866, assistant secretary to Local Government Board since 1883, a student of the Middle Temple 16 Jan., 1865, called to the bar 7 June, 1869 (only son of Emperor Adrian, of the Poor Law Board, London); born , .
    8, Clifton Road, Camden Square, N.W.; Gwydyr House, Whitehall, S.W.
# Men-at-the-Bar/Adams, Oliver

​Adams, Oliver, a student of the Middle Temple 4 Nov., 1871, called to the bar 18 Nov., 1878 (2nd son of William Alexander Adams, of Walford Manor, Salop); born , .
    Walford Manor, Shrewsbury; 32, Liberty Street, New York.
# Men-at-the-Bar/Adderley, Henry Arden

​Adderley, Hon. Henry Arden, B.A., Christ Church, Oxon, 1880, a member of the Midland circuit, lieut. Warwickshire yeo. cav. 1882, attached to Lord Norton's special mission to attend the funeral of the Queen of Spain 9 July, 1878, a student of the Inner Temple 16 Oct., 1876, called to the bar 11 May, 1881 (2nd son of Rt. Hon. Charles Bowyer, 1st Lord Norton); born 26 Sept., 1854; married 30 Aug., 1881, Grace, youngest dau. of late William Bruce Stopford-Sackville, Esq., of Drayton House, Northants (see Foster's Peerage, E. Courtown), and has issue (see Foster's Peerage).
    Fillongley Hall, near Coventry.
# Men-at-the-Bar/Adams, Robert Hopkins

​Adams, Robert Hopkins, undergrad. Merton Coll., Oxon, a student of the Middle Temple 29 Dec., 1871, called to the bar 10 May, 1876 (3rd son of late Robert Adams, of Skipton, Victoria, settler); born , .
    Skipton, Victoria.
# Men-at-the-Bar/Adams, Henry Brettingham

​Adams, Henry Brettingham, B.A., St. John's Coll., Camb., 1872, a student of Lincoln's Inn 16 Jan., 1871 (then aged 22), called to the bar 26 Jan., 1877 (only son of Henry Adams, of London, architect); born , 1849.
    Hanover Terrace, Notting Hill, W.
# Messages and Letters of William Henry Harrison/Resolutions of convention at Vincennes favoring slavery in territory

Resolution of Vincennes Convention
December 25, 1802
Indiana Historical Society Publications, II, 469
We the People of Indiana Territory inhabiting the middle and western Divisions of the Country Northwest of the Ohio, do by our Representatives in general Convention assembled, hereby agree that the operation of the Sixth Article of Compact between the United States and the people of the Territory [Ordinance of 1787] should be suspended for the space of ten years from the Day that a law may be passed by Congress giving their Consent to the Suspension of the said Article. ​Provided however that should no law be passed by Congress for suspending the said article before the 4th day of March 1805, then the Consent of the people of this Territory hereby given shall be void and of no effect. [See Nov. 22, above]
Done at Vincennes in the Indiana Territory the twenty-fifth day of December one thousand Eight hundred and two, and in the twenty-seventh year of the Independence of the United States.
By order of the Convention.
Willm Henry Harrison,
President & Delegate from the County of Knox
Teste: Jno. Rice Jones,
# Messel v. Foundation Company

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United States Supreme Court
274 U.S. 427
Messel v. Foundation Company
Argued: March 9, 1927. --- Decided: May 31, 1927
Messrs. Claude L. Johnson and J. F. Pierson, both of New Orleans, La., for petitioner.
Mr. Purnell M. Milner, of New Orleans, La., for respondent.
Mr. Chief Justice TAFT 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).
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# Messages of the President On the Relations of the United States to Spain

Communication to the US Congress with regards to the start of the Spanish-American War.Published as House Document No. 405 and Senate Document No. 230 of the Second Session of the 55th Congress.
MESSAGES
OF THE
PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES
ON THE
RELATIONS OF THE UNITED STATES TO SPAIN,
AND ALSO TRANSMITTING
CONSULAR CORRESPONDENCE RESPECTING THE CONDITION OF THE RECONCENTRADOS IN CUBA, THE STATE OF THE WAR IN THAT ISLAND, AND THE PROS- PECTS OF THE PROJECTED AUTONOMY,
WASHINGTON: GOVERNMENT PRINTING OFFICE. 1898.
page
55th Congress, 2d Session.
Document No. 405.
MESSAGE
OF THE
PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES,
COMMUNICATED TO THE
TWO HOUSES OF CONGRESS,
ON THE
RELATIONS OF THE UNITED STATES TO SPAIN
BY REASON OF
WARFARE IN THE ISLAND OF CUBA.
April 11, 1898.—Read, referred to the Committee on Foreign Affairs, and ordered to be printed.
WASHINGTON: GOVERNMENT PRINTING OFFICE. 1898.
page
55th Congress, 2d Session.
Document No. 230.
CONSULAR CORRESPONDENCE RESPECTING THE CONDITION OF THE RECONCENTRADOS IN CUBA, THE STATE OF THE WAR IN THAT ISLAND, AND THE PROS- PECTS OF THE PROJECTED AUTONOMY.
MESSAGE
FROM THE
PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES,
TRANSMITTING
IN RESPONSE TO THE RESOLUTION OF THE SENATE, DATED FEBRUARY 14, 1898, CALLING FOR INFORMATION IN RESPECT TO THE CONDITION OF THE RECONCENTRADOS IN CUBA, THE STATE OF THE WAR AND THE COUNTRY, AND THE PROSPECTS OF PRO- JECTED AUTONOMY IN THAT ISLAND.
April 11, 1898.—Read, referred to the Committee on Foreign Relations, and ordered to be printed.
WASHINGTON: GOVERNMENT PRINTING OFFICE. 1898.
* Message of the President of the United States Communicated to the Two Houses of Congress on the Relations of the United States to Spain by Reason of Warfare in the Island of Cuba
* Consular Correspondence Respecting the Condition of the Reconcentrados in Cuba, the State of War in that Island, and the Prospects of the Projected Autonomy/
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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# Mesmeric Revelation

* "Mesmeric Revelation" in Tales, 1846.
* "Mesmeric Revelation" in Amazing Stories, Volume 1, No. 2, May, 1926.