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# Eugenics and other Evils

Published in 1922.

## Contents

* To the Reader
* Part 1: The False Theory
** Chapter I: What is Eugenics?
** Chapter II: The First Obstacles
** Chapter III: The Anarchy from Above
** Chapter IV: The Lunatic and the Law
** Chapter V: The Flying Authority
** Chapter VI: The Unanswered Challenge
** Chapter VII: The Established Church of Doubt
** Chapter VIII: A Summary of a False Theory
* Part 2: The Real Aim
** Chapter I: The Impotence of Impenitence
** Chapter II: True History of a Tramp
** Chapter III: True History of a Eugenist
** Chapter IV: The Vengeance of the Flesh
** Chapter V: The Meanness of the Motive
** Chapter VI: The Eclipse of Liberty
** Chapter VII: The Transformation of Socialism
** Chapter VIII: The End of the Household Gods
** Chapter IX: A Short Chapter
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# Eugene Sol Louie v. United States

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United States Supreme Court
254 U.S. 548
Eugene Sol Louie v. United States
Argued: Dec. 8, 1920. --- Decided: Jan 17, 1921
Mr. Wm. B. McFarland, of Coeur d'Alene, Idaho, for petitioner.
The Attorney General and Mr. William C. Herron, of Washington, D. C., for the United States.
Mr. Justice BRANDEIS delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Felicia Hemans in The New Monthly Magazine Volume 17 1826/The Vaudois Valleys

The New Monthly Magazine, Volume 17, Pages 60-61
THE VAUDOIS VALLEYS.
Yes! thou hast met the sun's last smile
 From the haunted hills of Rome;
By many a bright Egean isle
 Thou hast seen the billows foam:
From the silence of the Pyramid
 Thou hast watch'd the solemn flow
Of the Nile, that with his mantle hid
 The ancient realm below:
Thy heart hath burn'd as shepherds sang
 Some wild and warlike strain,
Where the Moorish horn once proudly rang
 Through the pealing hills of Spain:
And o'er the lonely Grecian streams
 Thou hast heard the laurels moan,
With a sound yet murmuring in thy dreams
 Of the glory that is gone.
But go thou to the hamlet-vales
 Of the Alpine mountains old,
If thou wouldst hear immortal tales,
 By the wind's deep whispers told!
Go, if thou lov'st the soil to tread
 Where man hath bravely striven,
And life like incense hath been shed,
 An offering unto Heaven!
For o'er the snows and round the pines
 Hath swept a noble flood,
The nurture of the peasant's vines
 Hath been the martyr's blood.
A spirit, stronger than the sword,
 And loftier than Despair,
Through all th' heroic region pour'd,
 Breathes in the generous air.
A memory clings to every steep
 Of long-enduring Faith,
And the sounding streams glad record keep
 Of courage unto death!
Ask of the peasant where his sires
 For Truth and Freedom bled,
Ask, where were lit the torturing fires
 Where lay the holy dead?
And he will tell thee all around,
 On fount, and turf, and stone,
Far as the chamois' foot can bound,
 Their ashes have been sown.
Go, when the sabbath-bell is heard
 Up through the wilds to float,
When the dark old woods and caves are stirr'd
 To gladness by the note;
When forth, along their thousand rills,
 The mountain people come,
Join thou their worship on those hills
 Of glorious Martyrdom!*
And while the song of praise ascends,
 And while the torrent's voice
Like the swell of many an organ blends,
 Then let thy soul rejoice!
Rejoice, that human hearts, through scorn,
 Through grief, through death, made strong,
Before the rocks and heavens have borne
 Witness of God so long.F. H.
# Felicia Hemans in The New Monthly Magazine Volume 17 1826/The Departure

The New Monthly Magazine, Volume 17, Page 283
THE DEPARTURE.
———"Thou shalt lie down
With patriarchs of the infant world—with kings,
The powerful of the earth—the wise, the good,
Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past,
All in one mighty sephulchre."Bryant.
And shrink ye from the way
 To the spirits' distant shore?
Earth's mightiest men, in arm'd array,
 Are thither gone before.
The warrior kings, whose banner
 Flew far as eagles fly,
They are gone where swords avail them not,
 From the feast of victory.
And the seers, who sat of yore,
 By orient palm or wave,
They have pass'd with all their starry lore—
 Can ye still fear the grave?—
"We fear, we fear!—the sunshine
 Is joyous to behold;
And we reck not of the buried kings,
 Or the awful seers of old."—
Ye shrink!—the bards whose lays
 Have made your deep hearts burn,
They have left the Sun, and the voice of praise,
 For the land whence none return:
And the lovely, whose memorial
 Is the verse that cannot die,
They too are gone with their glorious bloom,
 From the gaze of human eye.
Would ye not join that throng
 Of the earth's departed flowers,
And the masters of the mighty song
 In their far and fadeless bowers?
"Those songs are high and holy,
 But they vanquish not our fear;
Not from our path those flowers are gone—
 We fain would linger here."
Linger then yet awhile,
 As the last leaves on the bough!
Ye have loved the gleam of many a smile,
 Which is taken from you now.
There have been sweet singing voices
 In your walks that now are still;
There are seats left void in your earthly homes,
 Which none again may fill.
Soft eyes are seen no more
 That made spring-time in your heart;
Kindred and friends are gone before,—
 And ye still fear to part?
—"We fear not now! we fear not now!
 Though the way through darkness bends,
Our souls are strong to follow them,
 Our own familiar friends!"F. H.
# Felicia Hemans in The New Monthly Magazine Volume 17 1826/Roman Girl's Song

The New Monthly Magazine, Volume 17, Page 357
ROMAN GIRL'S SONG.
Roma, Roma, Roma!
Non è più come era prima.
Rome, Rome! thou art no more
 As thou hast been!
On thy Seven Hills of yore
 Thou sat'st a Queen.
Thou hadst thy triumphs then
 Purpling the street:
Leaders and sceptred men
 Bow'd at thy feet.
They that thy mantle wore,
 As gods were seen:
Rome, Rome! thou art no more
 As thou hast been!
Rome! thine imperial brow
 Never shall rise:
What hast thou left thee now?—
 Thou hast thy skies!
Blue, deeply blue, they are,
 Gloriously bright!
Veiling thy wastes afar
 With colour'd light.
Thou hast the sunset's glow,
 Rome! for thy dower,
Flushing dark cypress-bough,
 Temple and tower:
And all sweet sounds are thine,
 Lovely to hear;
While Night, o'er tomb and shrine,
 Rests darkly clear.
Many a solemn hymn,
 By starlight sung,
Sweeps through the arches dim
 Thy wrecks among.
Many a flute's low swell
 On thy soft air,
Lingers and loves to dwell
 With Summer there.
Thou hast the South's rich gift
 Of sudden song;
A charmed fountain swift,
 Joyous and strong:
Thou hast fair forms that move
 With queenly tread;
Thou hast rich fanes above
 Thy mighty dead.
Yet wears thy Tiber's shore
 A mournful mien:
Rome, Rome! thou art no more
 As thou hast been!
F. H.
# Felicia Hemans in The New Monthly Magazine Volume 17 1826/The Burial of William the Conqueror

The New Monthly Magazine, Volume 17, Pages 135-136
THE BURIAL OF WILLIAM THE CONQUEROR.
A very remarkable account is given in Sismondi's Histoire des Français (vol. iv. p. 481) of the circumstances attending the death and burial of William the Conqueror. It is thus concluded—"Enfin le corps étoit déjà deposé dans la fosse, et avant qu'on le recouvrit de terre, Gislebert, Evêque d'Evreux, prononçait son pannégyrique, lorsqu'un Normand, nommé Ascelin, se leva du milieu de la foule, et s'écria à haute voix, 'Cet homme dont vous venez de prononcer l'éloge, vous allez l'enterrer dans une terre qui est à moi. Ici même étoit ma maison paternelle, et il l’enleva à mon Père contre toute justice, sans jamais la lui payer, pour y bâtir cette Eglise. Je vous interdis, au nom de Dieu, de couvrir le corps du Ravisseur, avec une terre qui m'appartient.' Cette protestation frappa de componction les Seigneurs et les Evêques qui l'entendirent; ils firent immédiatement autour du cercueil une collecte pour racheter d' Ascelin, le place même où son Souverain seroit enterré; ils lui promirent que plus tard on le compenseroit pour la perte de son heritage, et ils lui tinrent parole; car le fait qu'il avait rappelé était de notorieté publique."
Lowly upon his bier
 The royal Conqueror lay;
Baron and Chief stood near,
 Silent in war-array.
Down the long minster's aisle
 Crowds mutely gazing stream'd;
Altar and tomb the while
 Through mists of incense gleam'd.
And by the torch's blaze
 The stately priest had said
High words of power and praise
 To the glory of the dead.
They lower'd him, with the sound
 Of requiems, to repose;
When from the throngs around
 A solemn voice arose:—
"Forbear! forbear!" it cried;
 "In the Holiest Name forbear!
He hath conquer'd regions wide,
 But he shall not slumber there!
"By the violated hearth
 Which made way for you, proud shrine;
By the harvests which this earth
 Hath borne for me and mine;
"By the house e'en here o'erthrown,
 On my brethren's native spot;
Hence! with his dark renown,
Cumber our birth-place not!
"Will my sire's unransom'd field,
 O'er which your censers wave,
To the buried spoiler yield
 Soft slumbers in the grave?
"The tree before him fell
 Which we cherish'd many a year,
But its deep root yet shall swell,
 And heave against his bier!
"The land that I have till'd,
 Hath yet its brooding breast
With my Home's white ashes fill'd,
 And it shall not give him rest!
"Each pillar's massy bed
 Hath been wet by weeping eyes —Away! bestow your Dead
 Where no wrong against him cries."
Shame glow'd on each dark face
 Of those proud and steel-girt men, And they bought with gold a place
 For their leader's dust e'en then.
A little earth for him
 Whose banner flew so far!
—And a peasant's tale could dim
 The name, a nation's star!
One deep voice thus arose
 From a heart which wrongs had riven—
Oh! who shall number those
 That were but heard in Heaven?
F. H.
# Felicia Hemans in The New Monthly Magazine Volume 17 1826/The Kaiser's Feast

The New Monthly Magazine, Volume 17, Pages 553-554
THE KAISER'S FEAST.*
The Kaiser feasted in his hall,
 The red wine mantled high;
Banners were trembling on the wall
 To the peals of minstrelsy:
And many a gleam and sparkle came
 From the armour hung around,
As it caught the glance of the torch's flame,
 Or the hearth with pine-boughs crown'd.
Why fell there silence on the chord
 Beneath the harper's hand?
And suddenly, from that rich board,
 Why rose the wassail-band?
The strings were hush'd—the Knights made way
 For the queenly Mother's tread,
As up the hall, in dark array,
 Two fair-hair'd boys she led.
She led them even to the Kaiser's place,
 And still before him stood;
Till with strange wonder, o'er his face
 Flush'd the proud warrior-blood:
And "Speak, my mother! speak!" he cried,
 "Wherefore this mourning vest?
And the clinging children by thy side,
 In weeds of sadness drest?"
"Well may a mourning vest be mine,
 And theirs, my son, my son!
Look on the features of thy line
 In each fair little one!
Though grief awhile within their eyes
 Hath tamed the dancing glee,
Yet there thine own quick spirit lies—
 Thy brother's children see!
"And where is he, thy brother, where?
 He, in thy home that grew,
And smiling with his sunny hair,
 Ever to greet thee flew!
How would his arms thy neck entwine,
 His fond lips press thy brow!
My son! oh! call these orphans thine—
 Thou hast no brother now!
"What! from their gentle eyes doth nought
 Speak of thy childhood's hours,
And smite thee with a tender thought
 Of thy dead father's towers?
Kind was thy boyish heart and true,
 When rear'd together there,
Through the old woods like fawns ye flew—
 Where is thy brother—where?
"Well didst thou love him then, and he
 Still at thy side was seen!
How is it that such things can be,
 As though they ne'er had been? Evil was this world's breath, which came
 Between the good and brave!
Now must the tears of grief and shame
 Be offer'd to the grave!
And let them, let them there be pour'd!
 Though all unfelt below,
Thine own wrung heart, to love restored,
 Shall soften as they flow.
Oh! Death is mighty to make peace,
 Now bid his work be done!
So many an inward strife shall cease—
 Take, take these babes, my son!"
His eye was dimm'd—the strong man shook
 With feelings long suppress'd;
Up in his arms the boys he took,
 And strain'd them to his breast.
And a shout from all in the royal hall
 Burst forth to hail the sight;
And eyes were wet, midst the brave that met
 At the Kaiser's feast that night.F. H.
# Felicia Hemans in The New Monthly Magazine Volume 17 1826/The Sound of the Sea

The New Monthly Magazine, Volume 17, Page 458
THE SOUND OF THE SEA.
Thou art sounding on, thou mighty Sea,
 For ever and the same!
The ancient rocks yet ring to thee,
 Whose thunders nought can tame.
Oh! many a glorious voice is gone
 From the rich bowers of earth,
And hush'd is many a lovely one
 Of mournfulness or mirth.
The Dorian flute, that sigh'd of yore
 Along thy wave, is still;
The harp of Judah peals no more
 On Zion's awful hill:
And Memnon's lyre hath lost the chord
 That breathed the mystic tone,
And the songs, at Rome's high triumphs pour'd,
 Are with her eagles flown:
And mute the Moorish horn, that rang
 O'er stream and mountain free,
And the hymn the leagued Crusaders sang
 Hath died in Galilee.
But thou art swelling on, thou Deep!
 Through many an olden clime,
Thy billowy anthem, ne'er to sleep
 Until the close of Time.
Thou liftest up thy solemn voice
 To every wind and sky,
And all our Earth's green shores rejoice
 In that one harmony!
It fills the noontide's calm profound,
 The sunset's heaven of gold;
And the still midnight hears the sound
 Ev'n as when first it roll'd.
Let there be silence, deep and strange,
 Where crowning cities rose!
Thou speak'st of one that doth not change—
 So may our hearts repose.
F. H.
# Felicia Hemans in The New Monthly Magazine Volume 17 1826/The Spanish Chapel

The New Monthly Magazine, Volume 17, Pages 474-475
THE SPANISH CHAPEL.*
I made a mountain-brook my guide
 Through a wild Spanish glen,
And wander'd, on its grassy side,
 Far from the homes of men.
It lured me with a singing tone,
 And many a sunny glance,
To a green spot of Beauty lone,
 A haunt for old Romance:
A dim and deeply bosom'd grove
 Of many an aged tree,
Such as the shadowy violets love,
 The fawn and forest-bee.
The darkness of the chesnut bough
 There on the water lay,
While, as in reverent love below,
 The bright stream check'd its play;
And bore a music all subdued,
 And led a silvery sheen,
On through the breathing solitude
 Of that rich leafy scene.
For something viewlessly around
 Of solemn influence dwelt,
In the soft gloom and whispery sound,
 Not to be told, but felt.
While, sending forth a quiet gleam
 Across the wood's repose,
And o'er the twilight of the stream,
 A lowly Chapel rose.
A pathway to that still retreat
 Through many a myrtle wound,
And there a sight—how strangely sweet!
 My steps in wonder bound.
For on a brilliant bed of flowers
 Even at the threshold made,
As if to sleep through sultry hours,
 A young fair Child was laid.
To sleep?—oh! ne'er on childhood's eye
 And silken lashes press'd,
Did the warm living slumber lie
 With such a weight of rest!
Yet still a tender crimson glow
 Its cheek's pure marble dyed;—
'Twas but the light's faint streaming flow
 Through roses heap'd beside.
I stoop'd—the smooth round arm was chill,
 The soft lip's breath was fled,
And the bright ringlets hung so still—
 The lovely Child was dead!
"Alas!" I cried, "fair faded thing!
 Thou hast wrung bitter tears,
And thou hast left a woe, to cling
 Round yearning hearts for years!"
But then a voice came sweet and low—
 I turn'd—and near me sate
A woman with a mourner's brow,
 Pale, yet not desolate!
And in her still, clear, matron face,
 All solemnly serene,
A shadow'd image I could trace
 Of that young slumberer's mien.
"Stranger! thou pitiest me," she said,
 With lips that faintly smiled,
"As here I watch beside my dead,
 My fair and precious Child.
"But know, the time-worn heart may be
 By pangs in this world riven,
Keener than theirs who yield, like me,
 An Angel unto Heaven!"F. H.
# Felicia Hemans in The New Monthly Magazine Volume 17 1826

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Felicia Hemans in The New Monthly Magazine Volume 17 1826
Compiled By Peter J. Bolton
Contents
| | Page |
| The Vaudois Valleys | 60-61 |
| The Burial of William the Conqueror | 135-136 |
| The Mourner for the Barmecides | 163-165 |
| The Departure | 283 |
| Records of Woman VIII. Joan of Arc, in Rheims | 314-316 |
| Roman Girl's Song | 357 |
| The Sound of the Sea | 458 |
| The Spanish Chapel | 474-475 |
| The Kaiser's Feast | 553-554 |
# Ex parte Hawk

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United States Supreme Court
321 U.S. 114
Ex parte Hawk
Mr. Henry Hawk, pro se.
Mr. Walter R. Johnson, of Lincoln, Neb., for respondent. On Rule to Show Cause and Return.
PER CURIAM.

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# Ex parte Gruetter

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United States Supreme Court
217 U.S. 586
Ex parte Gruetter
Argued: April 11, 1910. --- Decided: May 31, 1910
Messrs. Arthur Crownover, Isaac W. Crabtree, and William L. Myers for petitioner.
Mr. William L. Granbery for respondent.
Mr. Chief Justice Fuller delivered the opinion of the court:

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# Ex parte Harding/Opinion of the Court

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United States Supreme Court
120 U.S. 782
Ex parte Harding
This motion is denied. This court has no jurisdiction for the discharge on habeas corpus of a person imprisoned under the sentence of a territorial court in a criminal case, unless the sentence exceeds the jurisdiction of that court, or there is no authority to hold him under the sentence. Ex parte Wilson, 114 U.S. 420, 5 Sup. Ct. Rep. 935, and the cases there cited. The fact that a law of the United States to sit on a grand jury, and tention to become a citizen of the United States to sit on a grant jury, and that an alien did in fact sit on the jury that found the indictment against this petitioner, did not deprive the court of its jurisdiction for his trial under the indictment. The objection, if it be one, goes only to the regularity of the proceedings, not to the jurisdiction of the court. The same is true of the allegation in the petition that the petitioner was denied his right to have compulsory process for obtaining witnesses in his favor. For such errors or irregularities, if they exist, a judgment is not void, and a writ of habeas corpus gives this court no authority for their correction.

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# Ex parte Harding

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United States Supreme Court
120 U.S. 782
Ex parte Harding
Joseph K. Toole, A. B. Browne, and A. T. Britton, for petitioner.
WAITE, C. J.

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# Ex parte Gruber

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United States Supreme Court
269 U.S. 302
Ex parte Gruber
Submitted on Motion for Leave to File Petition for Mandamus Nov. 23, 1925.
Decided Dec. 14, 1925.
Const. art. 3, § 2, cl. 2, giving Supreme Court original jurisdiction 'in all cases affecting ambassadors, other public ministers and consuls,' refers to diplomatic and consular representatives accredited to the United States by foreign power, not to those representing this country abroad, and Supreme Court is without jurisdiction of mandamus proceeding to compel consul general of the United States at Montreal, Canada, to visa a transport or certificate of origin and identity.
Messrs. Marcus Gruber and Albert Rea Williams, of Washington, D. C., for petitioner.
Mr. Justice SUTHERLAND delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Ex parte Gruber/Opinion of the Court

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United States Supreme Court
269 U.S. 302
Ex parte Gruber
This is an application for leave to file a petition and for a rule directing Albert Halstead, consul general of the United States at Montreal, Canada, to show cause why a writ of mandamus should not issue commanding him to visa the passport or the certificate of origin and identity presented to him by one Rosa Porter, a citizen of Russia, who recently arrived in Montreal from Russia and from whom petitioner, a relative, desires a visit in the United States of several months' duration. We do not review the averments of the petition, since, other questions aside, it is clear that this court is without original jurisdiction.
Article 3, § 2, cl. 2, of the Constitution provides that this court shall have original jurisdiction 'in all cases affecting ambassadors, other public ministers and consuls.' Manifestly, this refers to diplomatic and consular representatives accredited to the United States by foreign powers, not to those representing this country abroad. Milward v. McSaul, 17 Fed. Cas. 425, 426, No. 9624. The provision, no doubt, was inserted in view of the important and sometimes delicate nature of our relations and intercourse with foreign governments. It is a privilege, not of the official, but of the sovereign or government which he represents, accorded from high considerations of public policy, considerations which plainly do not apply to the United States in its own territory. See generally Davis v. Packard, 7 Pet. 276, 284, 8 L. Ed. 684; Marshall v. Critico, 9 East, 447; Valarino v. Thompson, 7 N. Y. 576, 578; The Federalist, No. 80 (Ford's Ed.) pp. 531, 532, 533, 537.
The application is denied for want of original jurisdiction.

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