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# Littell's Living Age/Volume 129/Issue 1667/Morning-Glories

MORNING-GLORIES.
Oh, dainty daughters of the dawn, most delicate of flowers, How fitly do ye come to deck day's most delicious hours! Evoked by morning's earliest breath, your fragile cups unfold Before the light has cleft the sky, or edged the world with gold.
Before luxurious butterflies and moths are yet astir, Before the careless has snapped the leaf-hung gossamer, While spearèd dewdrops, yet unquaffed by thirsty insect-thieves, Broider with rows of diamonds the edges of the leaves.
Ye drink from day's o'erflowing brim, nor ever dream of noon, With bashful nod ye greet the sun, whose flattery scorches soon, Your trumpets trembling to the touch of humming-bird and bee, In tender trepidation sweet, and fair timidity.
No flower in all the garden hath so wide a choice of hue, - The deepest purple dies are yours, the tenderest tints of blue; While some are colourless as light, some flushed incarnadine, And some are clouded crimson, like a goblet stained with wine.
Ye hold not in your calm, cool hearts the passion of the rose,
Ye do not own the haughty pride the regal lily knows; But ah, what blossom has the charm, the purity of this, Which shrinks before the tenderest love, and dies beneath a kiss?
In this wide garden of the world, where he is wise who knows The bramble from the sweet-brier, the nettle from the rose, Some lives there are which seem like these, as sensitive and fair, As far from thought of sin or shame, as free from stain of care.
We find sometimes these splendid souls, when all our world is young. Where life is crisp with freshness, with unshaken dew-drops hung. They blossom in the cool, dim hours, ere sunshine dries the air, But cease and vanish long before the noonday's heat and glare.
And if in manhood's dusty time, fatigued with toil and glow, We crave the fresh young morning-heart which charmed us long ago, We seek in vain the olden ways, the shadows moist and fair: The heart-shaped leaves may linger, but the blossom is not there.
The fairest are most fragile still, the world of being through, The finest spirits, faint before they lose life's morning dew. The trials and the toils of time touch not their tender truth, For, ere earth's stain can cloud them, they achieve immortal youth.
Florence Percy
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 129/Issue 1667/Miscellany

​Influence of Nutrition on Form. — At a recent meeting of the Academy of Natural Sciences of Philadelphia, Mr. T. Meehan remarked that the influence which nutrition, in its various phases, had on the forms and characters of plants was an interesting study; and in this connection he had placed on record in the proceedings of the academy, that two species of Euphorbia, usually prostrate, assumed an erect growth when their nutrition was interfered with by an Æcidium — a small fungoid parasite. He had now to offer similar fact in connection with the common purslane (Portulaca oleracea), one of the most prostrate of all procumbent plants, which, under similar circumstances, also became erect.
Popular Science Review.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 140/Issue 1803/Irish Air

* IRISH AIR.
* BY THE AUTHOR OF "SONGS OF KILLARNEY."
* "'Twas pretty to be in Ballinderry."
* 'Twas pretty to be in Ballinderry,
* 'Twas pretty to be in Aghalee,
* 'Twas prettier to be in little Ram's Island,
* Trysting under the ivy tree!
* Och hone, ochone!
* Och hone, ochone!
* For often I roved in little Ram's Island
* Side by side with Phelimy Hyland,
* And still he'd court me, and I'd be coy,
* Though at heart I loved him, my handsome boy!
* "I'm sailing," he sighed, "from Ballinderry
* Out and across the stormy sea,
* Then if in your heart you love me, Mary,
* Open your arms at last to me."
* Och hone, ochone!
* Och hone, ochone!
* I opened my arms - how well he knew me!
* I opened my arms and took him to me,
* And there, in the gloom of the groaning mast,
* We kissed our first and we kissed our last!
* 'Twas happy to be in little Ram's Island:
* But now 'tis sad as sad can be;
* For the ship that sailed with Phelimy Hyland
* Is sunk forever beneath the sea.
* Och hone, ochone!
* Och hone, ochone!
* And 'tis oh! but I wear the weeping willow,
* And wander alone by the lonesome billow,
* And cry to him over the cruel sea,
* "Phelimy Hyland, come back to me!"
* Good Words.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 139/Issue 1802/After the Concert

* AFTER THE CONCERT.
* My better self! my Stradiuarius! we
* Have done great things to-night; have help'd to bear
* On outspread wings the stream of melody
* Up to heaven's portals — it might enter there.
* I wonder, lov'd one, was it thou or I
* Who pour'd our soul forth on the music's strain?
* Thou art not living — yet I hear thee sigh,
* And sing, and sob, like gods more than us men.
* Since he, Cremona's master, work'd and wrought
* With more than human skill, he surely breath'd
* Into his sweet creation speech and thought,
* Best of the forest, with man's best enwreath'd.
* The master breath'd upon thee, with the love
* That centres in a soul; and lo! awoke
* Thy sweet life-song, attun'd in heav'n above,
* And soaring, thus upon the silence broke.
* But no! description's vain — we cannot tell
* The songster's sweetness, nor the sough of wind,
* The spring-tide wonder, nor the year's sad knell;
* Yet all this joy and sadness here we find.
* Yet more! for in its midst, grief of a heart
* That knows this life, blends with the joy of those
* Who know but spirit life; and thus impart
* Heav'n's bliss into the strain that richer grows.
* And yet, sweet violin! without me thou wert mute,
* And unresponsive in thy velvet nest would lie;
* All silent as a long-forgotten lute,
* Thus thou without me — thus without thee I!
* Good Words.H. J. O.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 140/Issue 1803

LITTELL'S LIVING AGE.
| Fifth Series, Volume XXV. | $\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,$ | No. 1803. — January 4, 1879. | $\scriptstyle {\left\{{\begin{matrix}\ \end{matrix}}\right.}$ | From Beginning Vol. CXl. |
CONTENTS. :
| I. | Landor's "Imaginary Conversations", | Cornhill Magazine, | 3 |
| II. | Sir Gibbie. By George MacDonald, author of "Malcolm," "The Marquis of Lossie," etc. Part VII., | Advance Sheets, | 16 |
| III. | The Religion of the Ancient Egyptians. By John Newenham Hoare, | Nineteenth Century, | 33 |
| IV. | The Bride's Pass. By Sarah Tytler, author of "What She Came Through," "Lady Bell," etc., | Advance Sheets, | 42 |
| V. | French Home Life. In the Country, | Blackwood's Magazine, | 46 |
| VI. | Will "Progress" Diminish Joy? | Spectator, | 57 |
| VII. | The Country Lady in Town | Touchstone, | 63 |
POETRY. :
| Irish Air, | 2 | Hill-Voices, | 2 |
| Love's Promise, | 2 | |
| Miscellany, | Miscellany, | Miscellany, | 64 |
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 139/Issue 1890/Treaty between Japan and Corea

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The treaty between Japan and Corea of February 26, 1876, gave the Japanese the right to settle and trade on certain points of the Corean coasts. The first of these settlements was formed in Fusan, not far from Torai, and a correspondent thence to the Japanese journal Sakigake Shinbun says:—
It was very cold in January at Fusan: the thermometer stood between –2° and –22° F. (–19° and –30° C.). Our settlement numbers about a hundred houses, with about eight hundred Japanese inhabitants of both sexes. A school for teaching the Corean language was lately opened in the newly-built temple of Honganji. The populous city of Torai, which is about three ri (seven miles) from our settlement, is frequently infested by tigers, and on that account every door is closed early in the evening, after which no one ventures into the streets. An animal called "tonpi" by the Coreans, and which resembles a cat, attacks the tiger, which seems to fear it greatly. Noticing this, the Coreans, when they go into the hills, put on a cap of tonpi-skin. Very few of the lower class of Coreans sleep in beds; most of them have only a sheet of Corean paper for a couch, and keep up a fire beside them for warmth. The articles of import are chiefly muslin, silk, dyes, tin, copper, and various small wares. The Coreans, on the other hand, bring golden and other valuable manufactured goods for export. No customs are paid in trading.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 140/Issue 1803/Hill-Voices

* HILL-VOICES.
* The curlew wheeling o'er the height
* Hath touched a softer note to-night;
* I hear it calling in its flight,
* Helen, Helen!
* The sad-toned burn irom yon hillside
* Sends my fond secret floating wide,
* And whispers to the white-lipped tide,
* Helen, Helen!
* The sheep are bleating on the fell,
* The night-wind chimes the heather-bell,
* All music moves to one sweet spell,
* Helen, Helen!
* That spell hath sway within my breast,
* And moves me to its one behest;
* Oh, gird me for some goodly quest,
* Helen, Helen!
* For brooding thought makes young hearts sore;
* And I have lingered by the shore,
* All weary for the passing o'er,
* Helen, Helen!
* But life to me is not so lone,
* And death to me hath darker grown,
* Since on my path thy presence shone,
* Helen, Helen!
* So 'mong the hills I dream my dream.
* Under the starlight's wandering gleam,
* And all around the voices seem,
* Helen, Helen!
* The curlew now is nestled still;
* The sheep are silent on the hill;
* But aye the burn goes singing shrill,
* Helen, Helen!
* Good Words.James Hendry.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 140/Issue 1803/Love's Promise

* LOVE'S PROMISE.
* I will come back," Love cried, "I will come back."
* And there where he had passed lay one bright track
* Dreamlike and golden, as the moonlit sea,
* Between the pine wood's shadow tall and black.
* "I will come back," Love cried — ah me!
* Love will come back.
* He will come back. Yet, Love, I wait, I wait;
* Though it is evening now, and cold and late,
* And I am weary watching here so long,
* A pale, sad watcher at a silent gate,
* For Love who is so fair and swift and strong,
* I wait, I wait.
* He will come back — come back, though he delays;
* He will come back — for in old years and days
* He was my playmate — he will not forget,
* Though he may linger long amid new ways,
* He wiil bring back, with barren sweet regret,
* Old years and days.
* Hush! on the lonely hills Love comes again;
* But his young feet are marked with many a stain,
* The golden haze has passed from his fair brow,
* And round him clings the blood-red robe of pain;
* And it is night: O Love — Love — enter now.
* Remain, remain!
* Macmillan's Magazine.U.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 140/Issue 1803/Miscellany

​Indian Punkahs. — A very efficient mode of working punkahs has recently been patented, and for simplicity and cheapness will probably supersede all other methods of keeping these useful contrivances in continual motion. By means of an electric motor, punkahs can be worked at the cost of a few pence daily, and being very moderate in price, it is probable that it will ere long be largely employed in military establishments and private residences throughout our Indian Empire. The motor, with the punkah in operation, can be seen daily at the offices of the Howe Machine Company, Limited, 48 Queen Victoria Street, City, and may fairly be regarded a very meritorious and useful contrivance. We believe that the motor can be employed to innumerable purposes, such as the working of sewing-machines, organs, harmoniums, etc.; and, when its merits are more widely known, will doubtless be in great demand.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 139/Issue 1802/Cardinal-Flowers

* CARDINAL-FLOWERS.
* Where the swift brook runs downward to the sea
* Through the dark woods that border Norman's Woe,
* Rippling with joy or stealing silently,
* There cardinal-flowers in stately clusters grow.
* They seem in their calm beauty to uprear
* Their haughty heads, and blush with conscious pride,
* As if the mosses, ferns and all things near
* Were but as slaves and vassals at their side.
* The cool, green depths where nature seems asleep,
* Their passionate color fills with warmth and grace,
* Till thoughts of regal pomp and splendor come;
* And gazing on their hue so rich and deep
* I seem to see, as in a vision, pass
* Some gorgeous pageant through the streets of Rome.
* Magnolia, Aug. 1878.M. B. A.
# Liter v. Green

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United States Supreme Court
15 U.S. 306
Liter v. Green
March 8th.
THIS cause was argued by Mr. Hughes, for the plaintiffs in error, and by Mr. M. B. Hardin and Mr. Jones, for the defendant in error.
Mr. Justice STORY delivered the opinion of the court.

## Notes

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# Literal translation of witness testimony from mother

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Transcribed from page 99 of http://www.dod.mil/pubs/foi/detainees/csrt_arb/publicly_filed_CSRT_records_1625-1730.pdf on March 9th, 2008.
ISN
Literal translation of witness testimony from mother
In the Name of Allah, the Beneficent, the Merciful
To whom it may concern!
There After!
This is a brief summary about Sheikh Saleiman Ebrahim Al Khalifa. Since childhood he had quiet temper, kind with others, till he grew up and went to elementary school, till he graduated from high school, and everybody witness that he had good reputation and decency and he was intelligent in his education. As to his leaving to Afghanistan, it was a volunteer job to help the poor and needy. No more than that.
This is all what I have to mention.
Signed
"Mother".
# Litchfield v. The Register and Receiver

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United States Supreme Court
76 U.S. 575
Litchfield v. The Register and Receiver
APPEAL from the Circuit Court for the District of Iowa.
Litchfield field his bill in the court below against Richards, Register, and Pomeroy, Receiver of the United States Land Office at Fort Dodge, Iowa, asking an injunction to restrain them from entertaining and acting upon applications made to them to prove pre-emptions to certain lands which lay within the land district for which they were respectively register and receiver. The bill, which was very full, recited the various acts of Congress and of the State of Iowa, by which the complainant maintained that a large list of tracts of land, supposed to belong to an original grant to the Territory of Iowa for the purpose of improving the navigation of the Des Moines River, became his property. The history of that grant has been recently the subject of report in these volumes in several cases, and it is unnecessary to repeat it. It is sufficient to say that the bill giving that version of the matter which was favorable to the title of the complainant, averred that he was the legal owner of the lands; that they were not public lands, and were in no manner subject to sale or pre-emption by the government, or its officers. The defendant demurred, and the bill was dismissed for want of equitable jurisdiction. Whereupon the complainant appealed.
Mr. Litchfield, the complainant, insisted that the facts as stated in the bill must be taken as confessed by the demurrer, and that they showed that the land officers were exceeding their authority, and would give certificates of pre-emption and entry, which would cloud and embarrass his title, and that they should, therefore, be restrained.
Mr. Kelsey, contra.
Mr. Justice MILLER delivered the opinion of the court.

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# Literary Importation

However we wrangled with Britain awhile We think of her now in a different stile, And many fine things we receive from her isle; Among all the rest, Some demon possessed Our dealers in knowledge and sellers of sense To have a good bishop imported from thence.
The words of Sam Chandler were thought to be vain, When he argued so often and proved it so plain "That Satan must flourish till bishops should reign:" Though he went to the wall With his project and all, Another bold Sammy, in bishop's array, Has got something more than his pains for his pay.
It seems we had spirit to humble a throne, Have genius for science inferior to none, But hardly encourage a plant of our own: If a college be planned, 'Tis all at a stand 'Till in Europe we send at a shameful expense, To send us a book-worm to teach us some sense.
Can we never be thought to have learning or grace Unless it be brought from that horrible place Where tyranny reigns with her impudent face; And popes and pretenders, And sly faith-defenders Have ever been hostile to reason and wit, Enslaving a world that shall conquer them yet.
'Tis folly to fret at the picture I draw: And I say what was said by a Doctor Magraw "If they give us their Bishops, they'll give us their law." How that will agree With such people as we, Let us leave to the learned to reflect on awhile, And say what they think in a handsomer stile.
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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# Literary Landmarks of Oxford

Published by Charles Scribner's Sons
LITERARY LANDMARKS OF OXFORD
BY
LAURENCE HUTTON
ILLUSTRATED
NEW YORK
CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS
1903
Copyright, 1903, by
CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS
Published, March, 1903
TROW DIRECTORY PRINTING AND BOOKBINDING COMPANY NEW YORK
To
FRANCIS LANDEY RATION, D.D., LL.D.
IN PLEASANT MEMORY OF
PRINCETON AND OF OXFORD
CONTENTS
| | PAGE |
| Introduction | 1 |
| All Souls | 13 |
| Balliol | 25 |
| Brazenose | 49 |
| Christ Church | 61 |
| Corpus Christi | 81 |
| Exeter | 99 |
| Hertford | 107 |
| Jesus | 113 |
| Lincoln | 119 |
| Magdalen | 135 |
| Merton | 155 |
| New | 169 |
| Oriel | 177 |
| Pembroke | 191 |
| Queen's | 207 |
| St John's. | 219 |
| Trinty | 225 |
| University | 237 |
| Wadham | 247 |
| Worcester | 255 |
| INDICES | 265 |
ILLUSTRATIONS
From draivings by Herbert Railton
| Magdalen College A peep from Charles Reade's rooms. | Frontspeice |
| | FACING PAGE |
| Gateway to Frewen Hall | 18 |
| All Souls Quadrangle and Library | 20 |
| The Narrow Brazenose Lane Showing All Souls and "Heber's chestnut." | 52 |
| Quadrangle, Brazenose The doorway on the left is the entrance to Reginald Heber's rooms. | 54 |
| Brazenose The oriel window on the right is Reginald Heber's room. The chestnut-tree is on the right. | 58 |
| Christ Chuch Charles Lutwidge Dodgson's rooms on the left. | 76 |
| Ruskin's Rooms, Corpus Christi The two windows on the left belong to the rooms. | 96 |
| Lincoln College Wesley's rooms are the two upper windows on the left. Wesley's pulpit. | 122 |
| The Great Quadrangle, Oriel College | 184 |
| Dr. Jhonson's Staircase, Pembroke A peep from Johnson's room. | 198 |
| University College Shelley's room on first floor. | 242 |
| Shelly's Window Seat, University College | 244 |
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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# Littell's Living Age/Volume 155/Issue 1998/To Virgil

Originally published in Nineteenth Century.
To Virgil
Written at the Request of the Mantuans for the Nineteenth Centenary of Virgil's Death.
 I. Roman Virgil, thou that singest  Ilion's lofty temples robed in fire, Ilion falling, Rome arising,  wars, and filial faith, and Dido's pyre;
 II. Landscape-lover, lord of language  more than he that sang the Works and Days, All the chosen coin of fancy  flashing out from many a golden phrase;
 IlI. Thou that singest wheat and woodland,  tilth and vineyard, hive and horse and herd; All the charm of all the Muses  often flowering in a lonely word;
 lV. Poet of the happy Tityrus  piping underneath his beechen bowers; Poet of the poet-satyr  whom the laughing shepherd bound with flowers;
 V. Chanter of the Pollio, glorying  in the blissful years again to be, Summers of the snakeless meadow,  unlaborious earth and oarless sea;
 VI. Thou that seëst Universal  Nature moved by Universal mind; Thou majestic in thy sadness  at the doubtful doom of human kind;
 VII. Light among the vanish'd ages;  star that gildest yet this phantom shore; Golden branch amid the shadows,  kings and realms that pass to rise no more;
 VIII. Now thy Forum roars no longer,  fallen every purple Cæsar's dome — Tho' thine ocean-roll of rhythm  sound forever of Imperial Rome —
 IX. Now the Rome of slaves hath perish'd,  and the Rome of freemen holds her place, I, from out the Northern Island  sunder'd once from all the human race,
 X. I salute thee, Mantovano  I that loved thee since my day began, Wielder of the stateliest measure  ever moulded by the lips of man.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 155/Issue 1999/"Na metade do Ceo subido ardia"

"Na metade do Ceo subido ardia"
(The first mention of "Natercia.")
Flamed on the midway firmamental hill  The Shepherd genial-clear, what time 'gan stray  The Goats from greeny meads, and sought the way To grateful freshness of a cooly rill.
Under the treën leaves and shadows chill  The Birds took shelter from the burning ray;  Their modulate psalmody they fain must stay And air heard nothing save hoarse chirp of gryll.
When Shepherd Liso, lone on grass-grown lea,  Sought where his cruel Nymph, Natercia, wone'd,  Wailing with thousand weary sighs his lot;
"Why flee the lover who fares lost for thee  To one who loves thee not?" (This wise he moan'd);  And Echo answered (moaning) loves thee not.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 154/Issue 1996/La Source

Originally published in Sunday Magazine.
Close to the lake, in a lonely glen,  A streamlet ripples, and blithe and gay It leaps from the rock to the haunts of men;  "I have far to travel," it seems to say.
"What joy!" it murmurs with voice serene,  "It was dark in the sunless depths I knew; But now my banks are all clothed with green,  And the sky smiles down on her mirrored blue.
"The blue myosotis, peeping out,  Whispers 'forget-me-not' over my face; The merry young dragon-flies glance about,  And print with their tails a tiny trace.
"The wild bird quenches his thirst in me;  And, after my windings through fields of flowers, Who knows what a river I yet may be,  Laying the valleys, and rocks, and towers?
"I shall fringe with foam, in the distant town,  The great stone bridges, the dock's grey wall, As I carry the smoking steamer down  To the soundless ocean, the end of all."
And thus does the young spring chatter and yearn  For a hundred joys it never may know, As boiling water pent up in an urn  Will simmer, and bubble, and overflow.
For the cradle is close to the silent grave,  The giant, while yet but a babe, expires; And the spring, just born, is gulfed in the wave  Of the lake that swallows its high desires.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 155/Issue 1999/"Eu cantarei de amor tao docemente"

"Eu cantarei de amor tao docemente"
(A Proëmium to the love-songs: Petrarch, No. 101.)
My song of Love I will so sweetly sing,  In such fair concord of concerted phrase,  That twice a thousand chances Love displays Shall breasts unmovèd with emotion wring.
I'll so do Love new Life to all shall bring,  Limning nice secrets in a thousand ways,  Soft angers, sighs that yearn for bygone days, Foolhardy daring, Absence and her sting.
Yet, Ladye, of that honest open scorn  Shown by your aspect, rigorously bland,  I must content me saying minim part:
To sing the graces which your gest adorn,  Your lofty composition marvel-plan'd,  Here lack me Genius, Lere, and Poet-art.