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# Littell's Living Age/Volume 137/Issue 1764/I Love Thee

* I LOVE THEE.
* I Love thee; why, I cannot tell.
* A thousand nameless winning ways
* Around thee weave their magic spell,
* And make words poor to speak thy praise.
* I love thee; not because thine eyes
* Are matched by heaven's celestial blue,
* But in thy trustful look there lies
* Th' unspoken promise to be true.
* I love thee for some subtle charm
* That seems to draw my heart to thine;
* Thy voice and look my fears disarm,
* And tell me thou art only mine.
* I love thee; not for wealth or fame —
* No worldly wish holds thought of thee;
* And since thy heart reveals the same,
* How bright with hope our lives may be!
* Tinsley's Magazine. M. A. Baines.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 137/Issue 1764/Long Ago

* LONG AGO.
* He gave me his promise of changeless truth,
* (Down in the wood where the ivy clings);
* And the air breathed rapture, and love, and youth,
* (And yon tree was in bud where the throstle sings).
* He said he was going across the sea,
* (Far from the wood where the ivy clings),
* And would bring back riches and jewels for me
* (But brown leaves shake where the throstle sings).
* Hope made life like a summer morn;
* (Sweet was the wood where the ivy clings);
* Now my heart is cold, and withered, and worn,
* (And the bough is bare where the throstle sings).
* Days are dreary, and life is long;
* (Yet down in the wood the ivy clings),
* And the winds they moan a desolate song,
* (And there's snow on the bough where no throstle sings).
* Spring will come with its buds and leaves
* (Back to the wood where the ivy clings);
* But 'tis winter cold for the heart that grieves,
* (And I hear not the song that the throstle sings).
* Chambers' Journal.J. C. H..
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 136/Issue 1763/"Wie kannst du ruhig schlafen"

* "WIE KANNST DU RUHIG SCHLAFEN?"
* Sleep, and in peace? How canst thou?
* And know I am still alive?
* Back comes the old wrath, and straightway
* My yoke in sunder I rive.
* Dost know the old-world legend,
* How once a youth that was dead
* At midnight drew his loved one
* Down to his churchyard bed?
* Oh trust me, thou beauteous wonder,
* Of all sweet the sweetest far,
* I live, yes, live, and am stronger
* Than legions of dead men are!
* Blackwood's MagazineHeine.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 136/Issue 1763/Before the Snow

* BEFORE THE SNOW.
* AFTER ALBERT GLATIGNY.
* Winter is on us, but not yet the snow;
* The hills are etched on the horizon, bare,
* The skies are iron grey, a bitter air,
* With meagre clouds that shudder as they go;
* One yellow leaf the listless wind doth blow
* Like some new butterfly, unclassed and rare;
* Your footsteps ring in frozen alleys, where
* The black trees seem to shiver as you go.
* Beyond lie church and steeple, and their old
* And rusty vanes that rattle as they veer —
* A sharper gust would shock them from their hold.
* Yet up that path, in Maytime of the year,
* And past that dreary ruined tower we strolled
* To pluck wild strawberries with summer cheer!
* Macmillan's Magazine.A. Lang.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 137/Issue 1764

LITTELL'S LIVING AGE.
| Fifth Series, Volume XXII. | $\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,$ | No. 1764. — April 6, 1878. | $\scriptstyle {\left\{{\begin{matrix}\ \end{matrix}}\right.}$ | From Beginning Vol. CXXXVII. |
CONTENTS. :
| I. | Florence and the Medici. Part II., | Fortnightly Review, | 3 |
| II. | "Only Jean", | Blackwood's Magazine, | 15 |
| III. | Spenser's Irish Rivers. By P. W. Joyce, LL.D., | Fraser's Magazine, | 21 |
| IV. | Erica. Part XVII. Translated for The Living Age, from the German of | Frau von Ingersleben, | 35 |
| V. | "Il Re Galantuomo". By James Montgomery Stuart, | Macmillan's Magazine, | 46 |
| VI. | The Three Cities. By W. G. Palgrave, | Cornhill Magazine, | 51 |
| VII. | How Great Men Work, | Cornhill Magazine, | 59 |
| VIII. | The Hatred of Individuals for Nations, | Spectator, | 62 |
POETRY. :
| My Wife, by Frederick Locker | 2 | Long Ago, | 2 |
| In Pall Mall, | 2 | I Love Thee, | 2 |
# King Iron Bridge Manufacturing Company v. County of Otoe (124 U.S. 459)

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United States Supreme Court
124 U.S. 459
King Iron Bridge Manufacturing Company v. County of Otoe
N. L. Harwood and J. H. Ames, for plaintiff in error.
John C. Watson, for defendant in error.
WAITE, C. J.

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# King Iron Bridge Manufacturing Company v. County of Otoe (120 U.S. 225)/Opinion of the Court

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United States Supreme Court
120 U.S. 225
King Iron Bridge Manufacturing Company v. County of Otoe
This case was argued upon the question of limitation. But we have no occasion to consider that question; for it does not appear that the circuit court had jurisdiction of the action. Unless the contrary appears affirmatively from the record, the presumption, upon writ of error or appeal, is that the court below was without jurisdiction. Robertson v. Cease, 97 U.S. 646; Grace v. American Cent. Ins. Co., 109 U.S. 283, 3 Sup. Ct. Rep. 207; Bors v. Preston, 111 U.S. 252, 4 Sup. Ct. Rep. 407. That the point as to jurisdiction was not made here by either party is immaterial, because, as said in Mansfield, C. & L. M. Ry. Co. v. Swan, 111 U.S. 382, 4 Sup. Ct. Rep. 510, 'the rule, springing FROM THE NATURE AND LIMITS OF THE JUDICIal power of the united states, is inflexible and without exception, which requires this court, of its own motion, to deny its own jurisdiction, and, in the exercise of its appellate power, that of all other courts of the United States, in all cases where such jurisdiction does not affirmatively appear in the record on which, in the exercise of that power, it is called to act. On every writ of error or appeal, the first and fundamental question is that of jurisdiction,-first of this court, and then of the court from which the record comes.' See, also, Hancock v. Holbrook, 112 U.S. 231, 5 Sup. Ct. Rep. 115. The act of March 3, 1875, (section 1,) excludes from the cognizance of a circuit or district court of the United States 'any suit founded on contract in fv or of an assignee, unless a suit might have been prosecuted in such court to recover thereon if no assignment had been made, except in cases of promissory notes, negotiable by the law-merchant, and bills of exchange.' One of the warrants is payable to Z. King and the other to Z. King or order. The latter is not indorsed by him in blank or to the order of the plaintiff. Plainly, therefore, upon any view of the statute, the plaintiff, as the holder or owner of the warrants, could not maintain a suit in the court below, unless King could have sued in that court, had he not sold the warrants. But it does not appear that King could have maintained the suit. There is no averment as to his citizenship, nor does his citizenship otherwise appear from the record. We must therefore presume, on this writ of error, that the circuit court was without jurisdiction.
It will be for the court below to determine whether an amendment of the pleadings upon the point of jurisdiction will be proper.
The plaintiff in error must pay the costs in this court. Reversed.

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# King Iron Bridge Manufacturing Company v. County of Otoe

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# King Iron Bridge Manufacturing Company v. County of Otoe (120 U.S. 225)

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120 U.S. 225
King Iron Bridge Manufacturing Company v. County of Otoe
This action was brought November 10, 1885, by the King Iron Bridge & Manufacturing Company, a corporation of Ohio, against Otoe county, in the state of Nebraska, to recover the amount of two county warrants or orders, each signed by the chairman of the county commissioners of the county, and countersigned by the county clerk. One was dated October 9, 1878, and directed the 'treasurer of Otoe county to pay to Z. King or order sixteen hundred and five dollars, and charge to account of special bridge funds;' and the other dated January 9, 1879, directed the 'treasurer of Otoe county to pay to Z. King sixteen hundred and five dollars, and charge to account of special bridge fund.' The first one being presented for payment on the twenty-third of October, 1878, was indorsed by the treasurer, 'Presented, and not paid for want of funds.' The other was presented on the fifteenth of January, 1879, and received a like indorsement. The petition states, in respect of each warrant, that it had been, for a valuable consideration, 'sold, transferred, and delivered' by Z. King to the plaintiff, who sues as the holder and owner thereof. Judgment was asked for $3,210, with 10 per cent. interest on $1,605 thereof from October 23, 1878, and for $1,605, with like interest from January 15, 1879. The defense was the limitation of five years prescribed by the local law for an action 'upon a specialty, or any agreement, contract, or promise in writing, or foreign judgment.' The court below overruled a demurrer to the answer, and dismissed the action.
N. S. Narwood and J. H. Ames, for plaintiff in error.
John C. Watson, for defendant in error.
HARLAN, J.

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# King Grisly-Beard (Grimm/Taylor and Jardine)

* "King Grisly-Beard" in German Popular Stories (1823) (transcription project)
* "King Grisly-Beard" in Grimm's Goblins (1876)

## See also

* "King Grizzle-Beard" (1912), Taylor and Jardine translation, revised by Marian Edwardes
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# Little Joe Otter/Chapter 24

CHAPTER XXIV
LITTLE JOE OTTER IS SUSPICIOUS
Suspicious folk avoid mishaps By always watching out for traps.
Little Joe Otter.
Hardly had the trapper disappeared in the woods when Little Joe Otter awoke and crept forth from his hiding-place. He left Mrs. Otter and the two young Otters still asleep. Little Joe yawned, stretched, and then decided that he wanted a trout. It didn't take him long to catch one. With it in his mouth he swam straight to a certain old log, one ​end of which was in the water. He intended to climb out on that old log and eat that trout. It was his favorite eating place.
But just as he reached that old log and before he had started to climb out on it, a queer feeling of uneasiness took possession of him. He had a feeling that something wasn't quite right. Now when Little Joe has that feeling he always heeds it. He didn't climb out on that log. He turned and swam over to a flat rock. He climbed out on that and laid the fish down. Somehow he had lost his appetite. He looked long and hard over at that old log.
"It looks all right," said Little Joe. "Yes, Sir, it looks all right. ​Just the same I have a feeling that there is something wrong there. I believe I'll go back there and see if I can find out what is wrong."
So once more Little Joe swam to that old log. But he didn't climb out on it. He studied it and studied it. He used both eyes and nose. Presently he noticed some fresh mud on that old log. That was queer. He was sure there had been no mud there before. Very carefully he looked all around the place where that fresh mud was, and in doing this he discovered a chain. He got hold of the chain and pulled gently. What do you think happened? Why, he pulled a trap ​up out of a place that had been cut in that old log, and then covered with mud to hide the freshly cut wood.
"Ha!" exclaimed Little Joe, as the trap dropped down into the water beside the old log. "I've been afraid of this ever since we were chased by that terrible two-legged creature on our way over here. He must be the one who set this trap. If he set this trap, he has set other traps. I must warn Mrs. Joe and the children. That trapper has been watching us. He knows that I have been using this old log. He probably knows all the other places where we are in the habit of going. We must find out where those traps are."
​Just then Little Joe heard a splash in the water. There was Mrs. Joe with a trout in her mouth. He called her over there, and showed her the trap and where it had been set. "Where are the children?" he demanded.
"They are fishing," replied Mrs. Otter, with a most anxious look in her eyes. "We must find them at once. They never have seen a trap and they know nothing about traps. Oh, dear, I hope they will not get caught before we can find them and warn them!"
Just then the smallest young Otter climbed out on a rock, and a moment later her brother climbed out on another rock. Mrs. Otter and Little Joe swam swiftly over to ​them. The young Otters stopped eating the fish they had caught to stare in surprise at the way in which their parents were hurrying.
# Little Joe Otter/Chapter 27

CHAPTER XXVII
A SUDDENLY LOST APPETITE
By pain and fright is wisdom bought, And thus respect for elders taught.
Little Joe Otter.
Little Joe Otter's foolish young son, who had found a dead fish at the back of a little pen of sticks on the edge of the water, remembered the warning to leave dead fish alone. But he was hungry, and it wouldn't take but a second to get that fish.
"Father and mother were just trying to scare us," he repeated to himself. "I guess they don't realize that I am big enough to ​take care of myself. It won't be long before I will be leaving them and going out into the Great World for myself, anyway. Then I'll have to depend on my own judgment. This fish is just waiting for me. I don't know how it happened to get here, but that doesn't make any difference. I would be a silly fellow to waste my time hunting for a live fish when a dead one is waiting for me right under my nose."
So with a look all around to make sure that no one was watching him, the foolish young Otter entered the little pen of sticks through a narrow opening, his eyes shining as he reached for the dead fish at the back of the pen.
​And then something happened! Yes, indeed, something happened! Something grabbed the foolish young Otter by one of his toes! Yes, Sir, it grabbed him and it grabbed him tight! What it was he hadn't the least idea. But whatever it was, it hurt dreadfully.
And the young Otter suffered more from fright than he did from pain. He twisted around and plunged for the deep water, but he was brought up short. The thing that had grabbed him by the toe was holding on. He struggled, but he was held fast. The dreadful thing was pulling him down under water. If it should succeed in holding him down there he would drown. My, how he did ​thrash about and struggle! Even yet he didn't know what it was that was holding him.
By and by he had to stop struggling in order to get his breath. His foot ached dreadfully. Without really thinking of what he was doing, he swam towards the shore. Then he found that this thing that had him by the toe didn't pull him under water. He twisted around to see what it was that was holding him. It was a cruel, steel trap. He knew what it was as soon as he saw it, for his father, Little Joe Otter, had shown him one that very morning.
Right within reach was that fish which had been the cause of ​all this trouble. The young Otter didn't even look at it. He, who had been so hungry a few minutes before, had lost his appetite. Yes, Sir, he had lost his appetite completely. Just then he felt as if he didn't care ever to eat again.
All he wanted was to get away from that dreadful trap. He bit at it, but this only hurt his teeth. It held him as tightly as ever. He remembered what Little Joe Otter had told him, about how if he should be caught in a trap that dreadful two-legged creature would come and kill him. Once more he began to struggle. He pulled with all his might. It hurt, but he kept on pulling. But for all his pulling he was held fast.
# Little Joe Otter/Chapter 22

CHAPTER XXII
THE CLEVER TRAPPER
The trapper knows his wits must match The wits of those whom he would catch.
Little Joe Otter.
The trapper who had tried to run down Little Joe Otter and his family and kill them with a club was not one to give up easily. Of course, he was disappointed at his failure to get one of those Otter coats. But he was not at all discouraged. As soon as Little Joe Otter and his family had disappeared in the open water at one ​end of that pond, the trapper stopped running. He was glad to stop, for he was quite out of breath.
"Those Otters won't stay in this pond long," said he to himself. "They know that I know they are here, so they will move on as soon as they think they safely can. I can guess just where they are bound for. They are bound for the big brook where there is a lot of swift water that doesn't freeze, and where they will be sure of good fishing. They will stay there for some time. That will be the place to set some traps. The thing for me to do is to leave them alone for awhile so that they will not be at all suspicious. Then ​I'll set some traps. Their fur is in the best of condition now, and if I can get two or three of their skins they will pay me several times over for all the trouble I may take to get them."
So the trapper turned back and tramped home. He didn't go back to that pond for two days. When he did go back he found just what he expected to find, and he chuckled when he found it. It was a trail in the snow leading away from that pond in the direction of the big brook. He followed it. As he approached the big brook he was careful to keep out of sight. He could see that the trail led straight to the water. For a long time he remained ​hidden, patiently watching. At last he saw a brown head out in the water. A moment later one of the young Otters with a fish in his mouth climbed out on a big, flat rock and ate the fish.
"They are there," chuckled the trapper, "and they will stay, for there are plenty of fish there. I won't worry them for awhile, but I will study their habits and find out where they are in the habit of going and what their favorite places are. They will be sure to have a slide. That will be one place for a trap. I'll put it right at the foot of the slide. I'll find out where they are in the habit of climbing out on the bank to go up to the top of the slide and I'll put ​a trap there. Perhaps I can discover the den where they sleep. That will be another place for a trap. I suspect that those old Otters (he meant Little Joe and Mrs. Joe) have learned a lot about traps, and it will not be easy to catch them. But I ought to be able to catch those two young Otters without much trouble."
So for a week that trapper spent most of his time watching the place where Little Joe and his family were living, and studying the signs to learn all he could about their habits. But all the time he took the greatest care that they shouldn't know he was about. He knew that if he should be seen by one of them, Little Joe Otter ​would at once become suspicious. When at last he felt he had learned all he could he selected a dozen cruel, steel traps and went over to set them.
# Little Joe Otter/Chapter 23

CHAPTER XXIII
THE SETTING OF THE TRAPS
There's always some one setting traps While honest folk are taking naps.
Little Joe Otter.
The trapper had found out the things he wanted to know. He had found out where the Otters left the water to climb up to the top of their slippery slide. He had found out where they were in the habit of making a short cut across from one part of the brook to another where it made a bend. He had found certain favorite places where they brought the fish they ​had caught to eat. He felt that the time now had come to set traps.
Now this trapper knew that an Otter has a keen nose and is very suspicious. He knew that if he handled those traps with his bare hands, Little Joe or Mrs. Joe would be likely to get the dreaded man smell and would keep away from those traps. So he took care not to touch them with bare hands.
He first took great care to make sure that none of the Otter family were about. Then he set those cruel traps. One he placed in the water right at the foot of the bank where the Otters were in the habit of climbing out to go up to their slippery slide. He placed it ​in such a way that the first Otter who tried to climb up that bank would be sure to step in the trap.
In the short cut that Little Joe and his family had made so as not to have to go way around the bend he placed two traps, one at each end of the little path. He covered them lightly with snow so that they could not be seen. Other traps were hidden in a similar way at places he knew the Otters often visited. One trap was set right at the foot of the slippery slide. There was no bait with any of these traps. In another part of the brook, which he knew the Otters visited occasionally to fish, traps were set, each baited with a fish.
​"There," said the trapper, when the last trap had been set, "if those Otters manage to keep out of all those traps they will prove themselves to be smarter than I think they are. This is the first day of the new year, and unless I am greatly mistaken, one or more of those Otters will have a New Year surprise party."
Then the trapper hurried away. He had worked fast, for he didn't want to be seen. He knew that if Little Joe or Mrs. Joe should see him, they would at once become suspicious. He was sure that he hadn't been seen, and all the way home he chuckled as he thought of how clever and smart he had been. He didn't once ​think of how dreadful it would if be for one of those little people in brown fur to be caught in one of those cruel traps. All he thought about was the money that one of those brown fur coats would bring him.
While the trapper had been so busy setting those traps, Little Joe Otter, Mrs. Joe, and the two young Otters had been taking a nap. They knew nothing of the trapper's visit to the brook. They were care-free and happy and life was very good to them.