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# Perovich v. United States

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United States Supreme Court
205 U.S. 86
Perovich v. United States
Argued: January 21, 1907. --- Decided: March 11, 1907
No counsel for plaintiff in error.
Assistant Attorney General Cooley and Solicitor General Hoyt for defendant in error.
[Argument of Counsel from page 87 intentionally omitted]
Mr. Justice Brewer delivered the opinion of the court:

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# Permutit Company v. Graver Corporation

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United States Supreme Court
284 U.S. 52
Permutit Company v. Graver Corporation
Argued: Oct. 15, 16, 1931. --- Decided: Nov 23, 1931
Messrs. Drury W. Cooper and Allan C. Bakewell, both of New York City, for petitioner.
Messrs. Charles L. Byron and George L. Wilkinson, both of Chicago, Ill., for respondent.
Mr. Justice BRANDEIS delivered the opinion of the court.

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# Not with a Club, the Heart is broken

Not with a Club, the Heart is broken Nor with a Stone — A Whip so small you could not see it I've known
To lash the Magic Creature Till it fell, Yet that Whip's Name Too noble then to tell.
Magnanimous as Bird By Boy descried — Singing unto the Stone Of which it died —
Shame need not crouch In such an Earth as Ours — Shame — stand erect — The Universe is yours.
# Notable American Houses

Thought to be saved from a children's magazine, c. 1905.
* Hawthorne's Birthplace
* Whittier's Birthplace
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# Notable American Houses/Hawthorne's Birthplace

Hawthorne was born in a modest wooden house on a secluded street of Salem, Massachusetts. He was the chronicler of the romance of his town, and of a time in its history long antedating his own—of Salem, the city of witchcraft and witches, of frocked fanaticism and Puritan diablerie, of the ghastly mania that—worse than plague or pestilence—ran its evil course towards fatal Gallows Hill. Chronicler also of two or more modern, better periods, of the placid port, the sea-shore and sea-faring men whose occupations has in the main slipped away.
Hawthorne was one of those men of letters, perhaps most distinguished of them all, who, crossing the Atlantic laid down their charming works for the entertainment, and, truth to tell, no little astonishment of our kin across the sea.
Hawthorne dignified American literature. He was one of those pioneers who civilized the wilderness of the commonplace in our fiction.
Apart from his Fame as an author, Beyond even the renowned of his. “Scarlet Letter” And "House of the Seven Gables," above the plaudits of the public for his public work, I hold Hawthorne's private bequests to posterity to have been more largely meritorious. Surely his must have been a noble, as well as highly gifted character, which was so fitly framed as to leave hostages to memory in his honor children. Who will not understand all I mean that has seen the lovely if lowly ministrations of his daughter among the poor, oppressed with the most horrible of afflictions of the body—the poor of the awful East Side of the City of New York? Who will not honor the father for the work of Rose Hawthorne-Lathrop?
# Notable American Houses/Whittier's Birthplace

Seldom has a wiser epigram been other than that which tells us—“Let me make the songs of people and I care not who makes the laws.”
The songs are the expression of a nation's higher emotions, of its feeling, its dominant sentiment, while law, after all, is only the sentiment reduced to the form of statutes and constitutions.
It is because he was a singer of a great moral truth that John Greenleaf Whittier achieved fame and was a potent influence in his country's history. He sang the song of equality under the law, of the soul colored in common for all humanity, beneath the pallid face or the dusky, of the rights of those who wore the “livery of the burnished sun,” of the free hand and the broken chain.
While the ultra-abolitionists Of the north forty years ago raged and stormed, Whittier (more ultra than them all), yet pleaded in charitable rhythm for a peaceful solution of that vexed question of slavery, bequeathed to the Union by the greed and passions of our forefathers. He remembered what they ignored, that at the first, all the statesman of the south looked hopefully to the future for a deliverance from the incubus of chattel servitude. He knew, as they seemed not to know, how inherent in the heart of the race, and especially of that branch of the race which we call—not altogether properly—the Anglo-Saxon, was the strenuous respect for precedent, and protest against coercion. Whittier sang the song of peace and good will to men, of a vast charity and the largest philanthropy.
So he will be remembered when greater poets will have sunk into oblivion. In fact, he was not a great poet at all, except as the earnest heart and the true thought are always great.
Whittier was born in an old-fashioned, clap-boarded farm-house, not far from the banks of the winding Merrimack in Massachusetts, a locality immortalized in that charming pastoral, “Snow Bound.” Differing in nothing from the multitudes of New England farm-steads, surrounded by the usual revenue of barns and sheds and outbuildings, this home of the sedate and serious Quaker family, nurtured the man in all the arduous and homely ways which have done so much to rear men whose influence has been felt far and deep in all our political life.
# Pekao Trading Corp. v. Bragalini

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United States Supreme Court
364 U.S. 478
Pekao Trading Corp. v. Bragalini
Arthur C. Fink, for appellant.
PER CURIAM.

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# Pekao Trading Corp. v. Bragalini/Opinion of the Court

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United States Supreme Court
364 U.S. 478
Pekao Trading Corp. v. Bragalini
The appeal is dismissed for want of a substantial federal question.
Mr. Justice FRANKFURTER would note probable jurisdiction and hear the case, the more so inasmuch as the transactions which New York has taxed concerned foreign commerce, unlike those which were involved in Northwestern States Portland Cement Co. v. Minnesota, 358 U.S. 450, 79 S.Ct. 357, 3 L.Ed.2d 421.
Mr. Justice DOUGLAS is also of the opinion that probable jurisdiction should be noted.

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# Peggy Bawn (Edinburgh)/Young William

Young William.
Young William was a seamen true, The darling of our bonny crew, For blythe was he and kind; For though no lagging lubber he, Right loth he was to go to sea, For Jane he left behind.
And Jenny lov’d, but all by stealth, Her father had much store of wealth, Of Will he would not hear; ​Till cruel chance at length reveal'd The passion they so long conceal'd, And William lost his dear.
A friendly voice poor William hail’d, A ruffian gang the youth assail'd, ’Twas done by cursed gold; The tender for the offing stood, The cutter skimm'd the yielding flood, The hatch’d him in the hold.
She, troubled, walks the beach in haste, And troubled look’d the watery waste, And by the floating wave, A corpse was wash'd upon the shore, 'Twas William! and with tears they bore, Two lovers to the grave.
# Peik v. Chicago and North-Western Railway Company Lawrence

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United States Supreme Court
94 U.S. 164
Peik v. Chicago and North-Western Railway Company Lawrence

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# Peggy Bawn (Edinburgh)/Robin is my only Jo

Robin is my only jo.
Robin is my only jo, For Robin has the a t to woo, So to his suit I mean to bow, Because I ken he lo’es me Happy, happy, was the shower, That led me to his birken bower. Whare first of love I fand the power, And kend that Robin loed me.
They speak of napkins, speak of rings Speak of gloves, and kissing strings And name a thousand bonny things And ca’ them signs he lo’es me. But I’d prefer a smack o’ Rob, Sporting on the velvet fog, To gifts as lang's a plaiden wob, Because I ken he lo’es ine.
He’s tall and sonsy, flank and free, Lo’ed by a’, and dear to me, Wi’ him I'd live, wi’ him I'd die, Because I ken he lo’es me. ​My titty Mary said to me, Our courtship but a joke wad be, Aad I, or lang, be made to see That Robin didna lo'e me
But little kens she what has been, Me and my honest Rob between, And in his wooing, O sae keen, Kind Robin is that lo'es me. Then flee, ye lazy hours away, And hasten round the happy day, When "join your hands," Mess John shall say, And mak him mine that lo’es me.
# Peirsoll v. Elliott

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United States Supreme Court
31 U.S. 95
Peirsoll v. Elliott
APPEAL from the circuit court of the United States for the district of Kentucky.
The case was argued by Mr Wickliffe for the appellants, and by Mr Loughborough for the appellees.
The facts and pleadings are fully stated in the opinion of the court.
Mr Chief Justice MARSHALL delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Peggy Bawn (Edinburgh)/The minute gun

The Minute gun.
When in the storm on Albion’s coast, The night-watch guards his wary post, From thoughts of danger free, He marks some vessel's dusky form, And hears amid some bowling storm, The minute gun at sea.
​Swift on the shore a hardy tow The life-boat man with a gallant crew, And dare the dangerous wave; Through the wild surf they cleave their way, Lost in the foam, nor know dismay, For they go the crew te save,
But oh what rapture fills each breast Of the hapless crew of the ship distress'd, Then landed safe what joy to tell Of all the dangers that befel, Then heard is no more, By the watch on the shore, The minute gun at sea.
FINIS.
# Peirce, C(harles) S

Published in 1906 in American Men of Science, 1st edition (sometimes called Volume 1), page 248. Next, 1910, 2nd edition (sometimes called Volume 2), page 364. AMS Volume 1's preface says (page vi), that entries consist of information supplied by their subjects and that the star (asterisk) is supplied by the editor James McKeen Cattell and indicates the subject's being considered among the top 1,000 American men of science (10,000 entries were sought).
[1906]
Peirce, С(harles) S, ‘Arisbe,’ Milford, Pa. *Logic. Cambridge, Mass, Sept. 10, 39. A.B, Harvard, 59, A.M, 62, B.S, 63. Asst, U. S. Coast and Geod. Surv, 73–93. Lecturer, Harvard, 64–65, 69–71; Hopkins, 80–82; Lowell Inst, 66, 95, 03. Delegate for U. S, Int. Gradmessung Conf, Stuttgart. Nat. Acad; Am. Acad. Logic, especially logic of relations, probabilities, theory of inductive and abductive validity; epistemology; metrology; history of science; multiple algebra; doctrine of multitudes; gravity; wave-lengths; phonetics of Elizabethan English; great men; ethics; phaneroscopy; cosmology; experimental psychology; physical geometry.—Foundations of mathematics; classification of science; code of terminology; topical geometry.
[1910]
Peirce, С(harles) S(antiago Sanders), ‘Arisbe,’ Milford, Pa. *Logic. Cambridge, Mass, Sept. 10, 39. A.B, Harvard, 59, A.M, 62, B.S, 63. Asst, U. S. Coast and Geod. Surv, 73–93. Lecturer, Harvard, 64–65, 69–71, 03; Hopkins, 80–82; Lowell Inst, 66, 95, 03. Delegate for U. S, Int. Gradmessung Conf, Stuttgart. Nat. Acad; fel. Am. Acad. Logic, especially logic of relations, probabilities, theory of inductive and retroductive validity and of definition; epistemology; metrology; history of science; multiple algebra; doctrine of the nature and constitution of numbers; gravity; wave-lengths; phonetics of Elizabethan English; great men; ethics; phaneroscopy; speculative cosmology; experimental psychology; physical geometry.—Foundations of mathematics; classification of science; code of terminology; topical geometry.
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# Personal Data Protection Act

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# Personal History of David Copperfield (1850)

THE PERSONAL HISTORY
OF
DAVID COPPERFIELD.
BY CHARLES DICKENS.
WITH ILLUSTRATIONS BY H. K. BROWNE.
LONDON:
BRADBURY & EVANS, 11, BOUVERIE STEEET.
1850.
LONDON BRADBURY AND EVANS, PRINTERS, WHITEFRIARS.
AFFECTIONATELY INSCRIBED
TO
THE HON. MR. AND MRS. RICHARD WATSON,
OF
ROCKINGHAM, NORTHAMPTONSHIRE.
PREFACE.
I do not find it easy to get sufficiently far away from this Book, in the first sensations of having finished it, to refer to it with the composure which this formal heading would seem to require. My interest in it, is so recent and strong; and my mind is so divided between pleasure and regret—pleasure in the achievement of a long design, regret in the separation from many companions—that I am in danger of wearying the reader whom I love, with personal confidences, and private emotions.
Besides which, all that I could say of the Story, to any purpose, I have endeavoured to say in it.
It would concern the reader little, perhaps, to know, how sorrowfully the pen is laid down at the close of a two-years' imaginative task; or how an Author feels as if he were dismissing some portion of himself into the shadowy world, when a crowd of the creatures of his brain are going from him for ever. Yet, I have nothing else to tell; unless, indeed, I were to confess (which might be of less moment still) that no one ​can ever believe this Narrative, in the reading, more than I have believed it in the writing.
Instead of looking back, therefore, I will look forward. I cannot close this Volume more agreeably to myself, than with a hopeful glance towards the time when I shall again put forth my two green leaves once a month, and with a faithful remembrance of the genial sun and showers that have fallen on these leaves of David Copperfield, and made me happy.
London, October, 1850.
CONTENTS.
page
LIST OF PLATES.
PAGE
ERRATA.
Page 74, line 7 from bottom of page, for "bo'" read "bor'." 74,"2 from bottom of page, make the same correction. 76,"14 from bottom of page, make the same correction. 102,"21 from top of page, make the same correction. 102, twenty lines in advance, make the same correction. 558, line 19 from bottom of page, for "Norwich" read "Ipswich."
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# Personal Firearms Record (ATF P 3312.8)

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| Lost/Stolen Firearms Investigations Each year, thousands of firearms are reported lost or stolen. The owners’ ability to adequately identify these firearms is central to law enforcement’s ability to investigate these crimes and losses. Insurance claims and reacquisition of recovered firearms will also hinge on the ability to correctly identify these firearms. By completing this record and maintaining it in a safe location, separate from your firearms, you will be not only protecting your own property, you will be taking an important first step in the effort to prevent thefts and to keep firearms out of the hands of criminals. This is a personal record only. The information will not be collected or maintained by ATF or any other Federal Government agency. | Personal Firearms Record Keep this list separate from your firearms to assist police in the event your firearms are ever lost or stolen. “A stolen gun threatens everyone.” P 3312.8 (Revised August 2013) |
Personal Firearms Record
Immediately report any theft or loss of firearms to your local police.
Firearms Description and Origin :
| Manufacturer/ Importer | Model | Serial Number | Type | Caliber/ Gauge | Date Acquired | Cost | Purchase Location (Name and Address) | Sold/Transferred to: (Name, Address & Date) |
| A complete description of each firearm is vitally important to law enforcement in the investigation and recovery of your firearms and to your ability to prove ownership. |||||||||
# Pictures in Rhyme/The Poet's Prophecy

THE POET'S PROPHECY
A mark for each scornful eye, But lifted his gaze to a golden cloud At anchorage in the sky, And smiled, as he murmured, half-aloud: 'I shall live when all these die.
'That fair dame's beauty shall fade— Food for worms to batten upon; Yon warrior's laurels within the shade Grow withered, sere, and brown; The price of that prelate's pride be paid With an effigy in stone.'
The golden cloud sailed into the West, Where the sun in blood sank down; ​While the poet passed to his humble nest By the river-ways of town.
'Tis years since then, and, called from their rest,
The crowd would find that the poet knew best—
# Pictures in Rhyme/The Broken Glass

THE BROKEN GLASS
A sudden crash! A glass upon the floor,
Shatter'd in myriad pieces. A white face
Turned by a little maid toward the door,
Expectant of shrill reprimand—nay, more.
Ah! little maid, 'tis well if future store,
When Time hath furnish'd thee with fuller grace,
Shall not so shatter some fair glass of thine—
Illusion, bubble-blown, of hues divine.
# Pictures in Rhyme/The Icicle Queen

THE ICICLE QUEEN
Tall and stately, cold and fair, She sits enthroned on an ivory chair, And the sunlight is crisp in her yellow hair.
Cold, cold—so cold, in her haughty mien, Men call her the 'Icicle Queen.'
They say she's no heart, or, if she has one, 'Tis made from a block of marble stone.
But I know there's a heart 'neath her stiff brocade— A heart for home use, not a heart for parade.
Look close, look close; I can see it beat And throb 'gainst her busk; Whilst, sweet as musk, Is the tremulous breath she draws between Her pearly teeth, save by me unseen, And her cheeks are flushed, but not with the heat ​Love is called blind, and I love her—I! But my eyesight is sharpened by jealousy.
Lovers come wooing this Northern Queen; I have watched them come, I have watched them go, Seven long years, through heat, through snow, But I never saw yet what to-day I have seen. Nay, 'twas not the ball-lights' fitful glow That dazzled my sight—I saw aright That flush in a moment come and go.
I am only her fool, misshapen, thin, Sour, and old; I caper and grin, My back is humpbowed, but my mind is keen, And I sharpen my wit on the courtier-crowd. They laugh; but she only smiles—does my queen. •••••• Ah! the closest wards own a master-key, And he is to bear her across the sea; Whilst I, her fool, must be laid on the shelf, For she wears my motley now herself— Ha! ha! ha! ha ! does the Icicle Queen.
# Pictures in Rhyme/Street Music

STREET MUSIC
The city's labour, in lumbering throes, On the other side of my garden-wall, Like the pant of an engine, fell and rose; And my mind ran faster than facile pen Could follow it over the paper, when I suddenly heard an old, old tune, And lived again in that month of June, And again I saw it all.
My nostrils greeted the scent of the hay In fields where the pollards drew down rain, Where low in the hollow the cattle lay Chewing the cud, and flicking the flies, With lazy content in their dreamy eyes, Unstreaked by thoughtful pain.
The white-walled cottage with moss-grown thatch, The thin spire peering above the hill, ​Under the coppice a clover-patch,
A swinging gate, and a sun-kiss'd maid;
And I heard once more what those sweet lips said;
And those sweet lips said: 'I will.'
Her hair fell rippling over her neck, Her face a-blush like a budding rose,
So soft, so pure, with never a speck. Ah! who would have thought of the scatter'd leaves, And the aphis at heart! How the face deceives, Though blind Love thinks he knows!
Then my lips were parched with a longing thirst, And my temples throbbed as though they would
burst, Till the tune died away, and another ran From under the hand of the organ-man: And June was not, but November drear,
# Pictures in Rhyme/Sir Alexander's Desk

SIR ALEXANDER'S DESK
In the wan shadow-land which lies Hidden from sight of human eyes, Half-way 'twixt here and Heaven, You, my good grandfather, await The utterance of that mandate Which strikes all odd scores even.
I, still on earth, am curious To know, could you but tell it us, The whole veracious story Of this, your dead and done romance, When Bonaparte ruled in France, And you won glory.
A case of coromandel wood, Brass-bound, shield-locked, which I found stood Aside in our old store-room, Never unlocked since that day when, ​Some nearly threescore years and ten, In times of doubt and war-gloom,
You fastened it yourself with care—
A shrine which held two hearts laid bare—
And thus inscribed the packet: 'If I should fall, as fall I may, Bury this in my grave, I pray;'
Then donned your martial jacket,
And galloped off to face the foe
Upon the field of Waterloo, Where, one long June day, Cannon and musket, sword and lance, Did, in our hands, for men of France A lively tune play.
And in that dance of fiery sounds You lost two horses, gained two wounds, A flag, some female pity From her who nursed you, brought you round, Though doctors doomed you to the ground In Belgic city. ​I forced the case, and peered within— It seemed like sacrilege to win Your secrets dust-encrusted. Then I undid, with reverent hands, A parcel from its swathing-bands Of ribbon, rusted.
From the split, yellow folds there fell An agate seal—a rose as well, Half-dust, half-wilted; Some letters writ on paper thin; Then, last, a miniature within A sachet, quilted.
Painted by hand of Cosway, too! A gracious lady, robed in blue, Dark-eyed, with ringlets raven, In a broad rim of garnets set; 'S.C.' beneath a coronet, At back engraven.
Who was the dainty dame? Is this A record of forbidden bliss? Was she another's? ​Was she——? But this at least I know, That face portrayed in smiling show Was not grandmother's!
Did she die early? Or did Fate And cruel parents dissipate Your rapturous dreaming, And make you picture Gretna-ways— A white face in a flying chaise, With dark eyes streaming?
Or did the 'fair deceitful she' But add you to her list to be One amid many? Or did she love you as you her?— This last the theory I prefer Better than any.
A case of true love's crooked course: Two wedded souls; a stern divorce; Hopes crushed, affections blighted! Perhaps 'twas so—who knows? And yet, Perhaps it was that coronet; You were but knighted! ​Well, rest in peace; I'll not presume Further to penetrate the gloom— Be this an ending.
See, I place all upon the fire,
Your secrets, from a funeral pyre,