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# Lagrange v. Chouteau

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United States Supreme Court
29 U.S. 287
LCgrange v. Chouteau
ERROR from the supreme court of the state of Missouri.
An action of trespass vi et armis was brought in the state circuit court of the county of St. Louis, state of Missouri, by the plaintiff in error, a man of colour, against Pierre Chouteau, the defendant, for the purpose of trying his right to freedom. The judgment of the circuit court was against the plaintiff; and on an appeal to the supreme court of Missouri, that judgment was affirmed.
The case was brought before this court by writ of error to the supreme court of Missouri, under the twenty-fifth section of the act to establish judicial courts of the United States, passed on the 29th of September 1789.
The case is fully stated in the opinion of the court.
Mr Kane, for the defendant in error, objected to the court taking jurisdiction of the case; as it did not come within the provisions of the twenty-fifth section of the act of congress.
It could not be found, on the most careful examination of the record, that the construction of any act of congress had been brought into question in the courts of Missouri, where the suit was originally entertained. All the questions in the case before those courts might have been and were decided without reference to the act of congress. The claim to freedom, asserted by the plaintiff, was left to the jury by the court before which it was tried; and if in any of the instructions given by the court, reference to the ordinance of congress of the 13th of July 1787, can be supposed to have been made, the construction given by the court to that ordinance was in favour of the plaintiff in error
Mr Lawless, for the plaintiff in error, argued; that as the provisions of the twenty-fifth section do not declare in what stage of the proceedings the construction of an act of congress shall have been questioned to give this court jurisdiction; the refusal of the supreme court of Missouri to allow to the plaintiff a rehearing, he having petitioned for the same, alleging his right to freedom under the ordinance, made this a case for the cognizance of this court. Cited, Hickie et al. vs. Starke et al. 1 Peters, 94.
Mr Chief Justice MARSHALL delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Laidlaw v. Organ/Opinion of the Court

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The question in this case is, whether the intelligence of extrinsic circumstances, which might influence the price of the commodity, and which was exclusively within the knowledge of the vendee, ought to have been communicated by him to the vendor? The court is of opinion that he was not bound to communicate it. It would be difficult to circumscribe the contrary doctrine within proper limits, where the means of intelligence are equally accessible to both parties. But at the same time, each party must take care not to say or do any thing tending to impose upon the other. The court thinks that the absolute instruction of the judge was erroneous, and that the question, whether any imposition was practised by the vendee upon the vendor ought to have been submitted to the jury. For these reasons the judgment must be reversed, and the cause remanded to the district court of Louisiana, with directions to award a venire facias de novo.
Venire de novo awarded.

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# Landon in The Literary Gazette 1823/Gipsy’s Prophecy

Literary Gazette 11th October 1823, Page 650
ORIGINAL POETRY.
“A turban girds her brow, white as the sea-foam,
Whence, all untrammelled, her dark thin hair
Streams fitfully upon her storm-beat front;
Her eye at rest, pale fire in its black orb
Innocuous sleeps—but, roused, Jove's thunder-cloud
Enkindles not so fiercely."—Duke of Mantua.
"This was the Sybil."
THE GIPSY'S PROPHECY.
Ladye, throw back thy raven hair,
Lay thy white brow in the moonlight bare,
I will look on the stars, and look on thee,
And read the page of thy destiny.
Little thanks shall I have for my tale,—
Even in youth thy cheek will be pale;
By thy side is a red rose tree,—
One lone rose droops withered, so thou wilt be.
Round thy neck is a ruby chain,
One of the rubies is broken in twain;
Throw on the ground each shattered part,
Broken and lost, they will be like thy heart.
Mark yon star,—it shone at thy birth;
Look again,—it has fallen to earth,
Its glory has pass'd like a thought away,—
So, or yet sooner, wilt thou decay.
Over yon fountain's silver fall
Is a moonlight rainbow's coronal;
Its hues of light will melt in tears,—
Well may they image thy future years.
I may not read in thy hazel eyes,
For the long dark lash that over them lies;
So in my art I can but see
One shadow of night on thy destiny.
I can give thee but dark revealings
Of passionate hopes and wasted feelings,
Of love that past like the lava wave,
Of a broken heart and an early grave!
# Landon in The Literary Gazette 1823/Head of Tyrtæus

Literary Gazette, 8th February 1823, Page 91
ORIGINAL POETRY.
MEDALLION WAFERS.
HEAD OF TYRTÆUS.
Glorious Bard! whose lyre was heard
Amid the armed ring,
As victory were upon each word
And death on every string—
Glorious Bard! to whom belong
Wreaths not often claimed by song,
Those hung round the warrior's shield—
Laurels from the blood-red field.
The soldier cowered beneath his tent,
His sword all rust, his bow unbent;
His comrades, who had dared to die,
Unburied on the plain,
And, jeered by mocking foemen nigh,
He dared not taunt again.
The Bard took up his burning song;
Each heart beat high, each arm grew strong:
He told them of the curse and shame
That darken round the coward's name;
Told how the mother's cheek would burn
To hear her son had fled,
How the young maiden's smile would turn
To tears, should it be said,—
“The war strength of thy lover's brand
Is weaker than thine own fair hand;"
And proudly rung his harp while telling
The fallen warrior's fame,
When trumpet, shout, and song are swelling
All glorious with his name.
It was enough,—each sword was out,
The mountains trembled in the shout
Of men prepared like men to die
For Sparta and for victory!
# Landon in The Literary Gazette 1823/Hope, from a design by a Lady

Literary Gazette, 15th March 1823, Page 171 (cont.)
Hope, from a design by a Lady.
She leant upon an Anchor, and a smile, Half light, half love, played o'er her lips the while;
A green braid in her chestnut hair was worn—
The colour Hope and Spring have ever borne.
Radiant Spirit! first of all
Shining in the coronal
Of the joys that yet arise,
Rainbow gleams of paradise.
Sweet Hope! every pleasant flower
Suns itself in thy glad power;
Every sorrow comes to thee,
Desart fount for Misery! Guide and beauty of Love's wings,
Cradle whence young Genius springs,
Could the Poet's spirit cope
This rude world, uncheered by Hope?
Could the glorious Painter trace
Brow of beauty, shape of grace,
Nurse his visions as they rise,
But for thy dear flatteries?
Fair Hope! are there none to raise
Hymn and altar in thy praise?
Yes, thy hymn shall rise from her,
On earth thy sweet minister,
Woman, whose so soothing tone
Caught its echo of thine own; And for incense shall arise
Breath of her delicious sighs;
And thy shrine be flowers, that bear
Morning sun and evening air.
Bright Hope! these alone can be
Priest and Temple worthy thee!
* ↑ sic
* ↑ Signature after next poem
# Landon in The Literary Gazette 1823/Hunter’s Bride

Literary Gazette, 15th February 1823, Page 107
II. SONG OF THE HUNTER'S BRIDE.
Another day—another day,
 And yet he comes not nigh; I look amid the dim blue hills,
 Yet nothing meets mine eye.
I hear the rush of mountain-streams
 Upon the echoes borne; I hear the singing of the birds,
 But not my hunter's horn.
The eagle sails in darkness past,
 The watchful chamois bounds; But what I look for comes not near,—  My Ulric's hawk and hounds.
Three times I thus have watched the snow
 Grow crimson with the stain The setting sun threw o'er the rock,
 And I have watched in vain.
I love to see the graceful bow
 Across his shoulder slung,— I love to see the golden horn
 Beside his baldric hung.
I love his dark hounds, and I love
 His falcon's sweeping flight; I love to see his manly cheek
 With mountain-colours bright.
I've waited patiently, but now
 Would that the chase were o'er; Well may he love the hunter's toil,
 But he should love me more.
Why stays he thus?—he would be here
 If his love equalled mine; Methinks had I one fond caged dove
 I would not let it pine.
But, hark! what are those ringing steps
 That up the valley come?
I see his hounds,—I see himself,—  My Ulric, welcome home!
* ↑ Appears later in The Improvisatrice and Other Poems
* ↑ Signature after third ballad
# Landon in The Literary Gazette 1823/Hercules and Iole

Literary Gazette, 8th February 1823, Page 91
HERCULES AND IOLE.
She held the cup; and he the while
Sat gazing on her playful smile,
As all the wine he wished to sip
Was one kiss from her rosebud lip.
Half leaning to him, half withdrawn,
Like one above the waters bending,
And blushing like the maiden dawn
Before the bridegroom sun's ascending—
The head a little turned aside,
Downcast the eyes, as if to hide
Beneath their black fringe, shadowy dim,
The glance which yet would steal to him—
Her hero love, Iole stood.
And the dark Chief had washed the blood
From his red hands, and thrown away
His arms, which there all useless lay,
As every trophy that he sought,
By time and toil and danger bought,
Were won in winning woman's sigh—
One glance from her bewildering eye.
His arms are round the graceful shape
As if he feared it could escape,
Guarding like life what is so dear—
All this is love's delicious fear—
And yet delaying ere he presses
That lip so soft, that cheek so bright,
As tho' the joy of those caresses
Would, like the burst of sudden light,
Be too much happiness. - - - There were
Warfare and danger, toil and care,
Even from earliest infancy,
Hero of sorrows! marked for thee;
But can they countervail the bliss
That lightens o'er an hour like this?
# Landon in The Literary Gazette 1823/Glencoe

Literary Gazette, 12th July 1823, Page 443
ORIGINAL POETRY.
GLENCOE.
Lay by the harp, sing not that song,  Though very sweet it be; It is a song of other years,  Unfit for thee and me.
Thy head is pillowed on my arm,  Thy heart beats close to mine; Methinks it were unjust to heaven,  If we should now repine.
I must not weep, you must not sing  That thrilling song again,— I dare not think upon the time  When last I heard that strain.
It was a silent summer eve:  We stood by the hill side, And we could see my ship afar  Breasting the ocean tide.
Around us grew the graceful larch,  A calm blue sky above, Beneath were little cottages,  The homes of peace and love.
Thy harp was by thee then, as now,  One hand in mine was laid; The other, wandering 'mid the chords,  A soothing music made;
Just two or three sweet chords, that seemed  An echo of thy tone,— The cushat's song was on the wind  And mingled with thine own.
I looked upon the vale beneath,  I looked on thy sweet face, I thought how dear, this voyage o'er,  Would be my resting place.
We parted; but I kept thy kiss,—  Thy last one,—and its sigh— As safely as the stars are kept  In yonder azure sky.
Again I stood by that hill side,  And scarce I knew the place, For fire, and blood, and death, had left  On every thing their trace.
The lake was covered o'er with weeds,  Choked was our little rill, There was no sign of corn or grass,  The cushat's song was still:
Burnt to the dust, an ashy heap  Was every cottage round;— I listened, but I could not hear  One single human sound;
I spoke, and only my own words  Were echoed from the hill; I sat me down to weep, and curse  The hand that wrought this ill.
We met again by miracle:  Thou wert another one Saved from this work of sin and death,—  I was not quite alone.
And then I heard the evil tale  Of guilt and suffering, Till I prayed the curse of God might fall  On the false-hearted king.
I will not think on this,—for thou  Art saved, and saved for me! And gallantly my little bark  Cuts through the moonlight sea.
There's not a shadow in the sky,  The waves are bright below; I must not, on so sweet a night,  Think upon dark Glencoe.
If thought were vengeance, then its thought  A ceaseless fire should be, Burning by day, burning by night,  Kept like a thought of thee.
But I am powerless and must flee;—  That e'er a time should come, When we should shun our own sweet land,  And seek another home!
This must not be,—yon soft moonlight  Falls on my heart like balm; The waves are still, the air is hushed,  And I too will be calm.
Away! we seek another land  Of hope, stars, flowers, sunshine; I shall forget the dark green hills  Of that which once was mine! L. E. L.
# Landon in The Literary Gazette 1823/Lines

Literary Gazette, 16th August 1823, Page 524
ORIGINAL POETRY. LINES.
Dear Child, we now are left alone on earth,
The grave has those who loved us—desolate
Our home of happiness: the dear fire-side
Round which we clung has many a vacant place—
Death has pass'd over it.
There is no smile to answer thine,
 No gentle lip thy lip to press;
There is no look of love, save mine,
 To meet thy look in tenderness.
But thou art dearer, thus bereft,
 Since all who loved thee so are gone;
Dearer to me thus lonely left,
 Oh far more dear, thou orphan'd one!
I loved thee well in happier hour.
 Not then thus desolate on earth,—
When thou wert as a favourite flower,  The cherished blossom of our hearth.
Now thou and I alone remain,
 And thou art doubly dear to me!
A sweet link of the broken chain
 Whose last fond relic rests with thee.L.E.L.
# Landon in The Literary Gazette 1822/Outlines

​80
Literary Gazette, 16th November, 1822, Pages 728
III - Outlines for a Portrait.
‘Tis a dark and flashing eye,
Shadows, too, that tenderly,
With almost female softness, come
O'er its glance of flame and gloom.
His cheek is pale: or toil or care,
Or midnight study, has been there,
Making its young colours dull,
Yet leaving it most beautiful.
Such a lie! Oh, poured from thence,
Lava floods of eloquence
Come with fiery energy,
Like those words that cannot die;
Words the Grecian Warrior spoke When the Persian's chain he broke;
And that low and honey tone,
Making woman's heart his own,
Such as should be heard at night
In the dim and sweet starlight:
Sounds that haunt a beauty's sleep,
Treasures for her heart to keep,
Suited for the citron shade,
Or the soft voiced serenade.
Raven curls their shadows throw
O'er a high and haughty brow,
Lighted by a smile, whose spell
Words are powerless to tell.—
Such the image in my heart,—
Painter, try thy glorious art! L. E. L.
# Landon in The Literary Gazette 1822/Poetic Sketches - Sketch Fourth

Literary Gazette, 2nd February, 1822, Page 71
ORIGINAL POETRY
POETIC SKETCHES.
Sketch Fourth.
I do love
These old remembrances—they are to me
The heart’s best intercourse; I love to feel
The griefs, the happiness, the wayward fates
Of those that have been, for these memories
Hallow the spot whereon they linger, and
Waken our kindliest sympathies.
The shore was reefed with rocks, whose rugged sides
Were venturous footing for the fowler's step:
They were shaped out in wild and curious forms,
Above all jagged and broken, but below
The waves had worn the shaggy points away;
For there they rave incessantly. When last
I past along the beach, it was at eve,
A summer's eve, stormy, but beautiful;
I could but look upon the western sky,
The rest was hidden from my view; but there
The day had spent its glory. One rich light
Broke thro' the shadow of the tempest's wing,
While the black clouds, with gold and purple edged,
Caught every moment warmer hues, until
'Twas all one sparkling arch, and, like a king
In triumph o'er his foes, the Sun-god sought
The blue depths of the sea;—the waters yet
Were ruffled with the storm, and the white foam
Yet floated on the billows, while the wind
Murmured at times like to an angry child,
Who sobs even in his slumber. Mid the rocks
That rose stern barriers to the rebel waves,
There was one spot less rugged than the rest:
Some firs had taken root there, and waved o'er
The entrance of a cave, where Grecian bards
Had said some Sea-maid dwelt, and decked the place
With ocean treasures, for the walls were bright
With crystal spar: In sooth, it seemed just formed
For some fair daughter of the main; at noon
Here she might bind her hair with shells, and wake
Her golden harp. But now a legend's told
Of human love and sorrow—it is called
The Cavern of the Pirate's Love:—her fate
Is soon and sadly told: she followed one,
A lawless wanderer of the deep, for whom
She left her father's halls. A little while
She might know happiness—it is the heart
That gives the colour to our destiny.
But lovely things are fleeting—blushes, sighs,
The hours of youth, smiles, hopes, and minstrel dreams,
Spring days and blossoms, music's tones, are all
Most fugitive; and swifter still than these
Will love dissolve into forgetfulness.
She was deserted. For awhile this cave
Was her sad refuge; for awhile the rocks
Echoed her wild complainings. I can deem
How she would gaze upon the sea, and think
Each passing cloud her lover's bark, 'till, hope
Sickened of its own vanity, and life
Sickened with hope, she passed and left a tale,
A melancholy tale, just fit to tell
On such an eve as this, when sky and sea
Are sleeping in the mute and mournful calm
Of passion sunk to rest. L. E. L.
# Landon in The Literary Gazette 1822/Miss Kelly

​89
Literary Gazette, 30th November, 1822, Pages 763
Item included in the Drama section of the magazine
SONNET
To Miss Kelly, on her Performance of Juliet.
’Twas the embodying of a lovely thought,
A living picture exquisitely wrought,
With hues we think, but never hope to see
In all their beautiful reality:
With something more than fancy can create,
So full of life, so warm, so passionate.
Young Beauty! sweetly didst thou paint the deep
Intense affection Woman's heart will keep
More tenderly than life! I see thee now,
With thy white wreathed arms, thy pensive brow,
Standing so lovely in thy sorrowing.
I've sometimes read, and closed the page divine,
Dreaming what that Italian girl might be:
Yet never imaged look or tone more sweet than thine!
L. E. L.
# Landon in The Literary Gazette 1822/Peri

​98
Literary Gazette, 14th December, 1822, Pages 793-794
VIII. - The Peri.
It was a bower of roses, linked by wreaths
Of the golden jasmine, loved by the bee
Whose summer home it is, the flower that breathes
Upon the Indian girl's dark hair, when she
Braids her long tresses for festivity.
Beside these sweet and sunny chains, unclose
Soft leaves, some white as foam-flakes of the sea,
Some veined with pink; but more than all there glows
The hue-like maiden's cheek, when love calls forth the rose.— Above the blossoms hung an airy form,
Upborne by pinions of an azure dye,
Playing around like light; her cheek is warm
With rich carnation, and that starry eye
Has the bright colour of the noon-tide sky.
Her look is passionless: no deeper hue
Varies that blush, and as she floats, a sigh
Of odours, and a fresher fall of dew,
Welcome the waving music from those wings of blue.
L. E. L.
# Latta v. Neubert Same/Opinion of the Court

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United States Supreme Court
167 U.S. 87
Latta v. Neubert Same
The parties having stipulated that these cases shall abide the event of Latta v. Granger (just decided) 17 Sup. Ct. 746, the decrees of the circuit court of appeals therein are severally reversed, and the decrees of the circuit court are also severally reversed, and the causes remanded to that court with directions to enter decrees in conformity with the opinion in Latta v. Granger. Ordered accordingly.

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# Latter-Day Psalms/Artemis

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# Latter-Day Psalms

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LATTER-DAY PSALMS
LATTER-DAY PSALMS
BY
OLAF STAPLEDON
"There must be a new world if there is to be any world at all! That human things in our Europe can ever return to the old sorry routine, and proceed with any steadiness or continuance there; this small hope is not now a tenable one. These days of universal death must be days of universal new birth, if the ruin is not to be total and final! It is a Time to make the dullest man consider; and ask himself, Whence he came? Whither he is bound?—A veritable 'New Era,' to the foolish as well as to the wise."
Carlyle's "Latter-Day Pamphlets."
LIVERPOOL
HENRY YOUNG & SONS, LIMITED
1914
CONTENTS
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# Latta v. Neubert Same

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United States Supreme Court
167 U.S. 87
Latta v. Neubert Same
N. M. Rose and G. B. Rose, for appellants.
John McClure, for appellees.
Mr. Chief Justice FULLER.

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# Latter-Day Psalms/Apollo

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# Latta v. Kilbourn

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United States Supreme Court
150 U.S. 524
Latta v. Kilbourn

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# Landon in The Literary Gazette 1823/Fragments 1 4

Literary Gazette, 19th April 1823, Page 251
There is a curse laid on the human heart
Which hath a power, beyond all other things,
To wither and to waste:—disease, distress,
Remorse and poverty, are nothing to it! It comes like winter on the bloom of youth,
Destroying and despoiling, till the cheek
Is pale with that worst famine, want of hope,—
Till the eyes have no brightness but their tears;
Till health be gone with hope, and till the heart
Has not a wish beyond the quiet grave;
When every pulse throbs languidly, and life
Has its best hours still numbered, as they count
The listless moments in the solitude
Of a sick room, but by their weariness.
When pleasure's self is loathed; when feelings turn
With shuddering at the too impassioned past,
Yet shrinking from the cold and gloomy future,
And pine and prey upon the present time,
Having no pity, as Death has on youth,
On loveliness, on genius, or on glory,—
This curse is ill-placed love!----