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# Appeal of Brown

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SUPREME COURT of Pennʃylvania:
The Appeal of BROWN EXOR. of EDGAR.
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It was argued in January Term by Wilcocks in fupport of the appeal, and Lewis againft it ; when three points were made ; 1ft, Whether, the money was a loan to Dogherty, or a payment to the eftate of Edgar, Brown was thereby difcharged ; and 3d, Whether intereft was payable to the refiduary Legatees, who were the Appellees upon this occafion.
The chief justice, having ftated the points that were made in the caufe, now delivered the opinion of the Court.
M‘Kean,Chieƒ Juʃtice. –From the evidence we muft determine, on the firʃt point, that the money was a payment to the eftate of Edgar. It was Brown's conftant practice to transfer all his receipts ​
1788.
to Dogherty; and this fum of Ł 400. is credited to him in the accounts of the eftate kept by the latter.
With refpect to the ʃecond and third points, it muft be obferved, that the Courts of Chancery make it a general rule, that he who receives money fhould be anfwerable for it ; and, therefore, if one Executor becomes infolvent, or bankrupt, the other fhall not be charged. There is a difference, however, between Legatees and Creditors ; the former being appointed, as well as the Executor, by virtue of the Teftator's will ; and confequently cannot impofe the fame refponfibility as the latter. The cafe in 1 P. Wms. 244. is the only one in point ; but on that authority, and the juftice of the matter itfelf, under all its circumftances, we are of opinion that, although Brown would be chargeable if there were creditors, and a deficiency of affets to fatisfy them ; yet, that he is not anfwerable to the Legatees.
The Ł400. muft therefore be deducted from the account, with the nine years intereft which is charged upon it. As to the reft, we think Brown ought to be well fatisfied to pay the intereft; particularly as it is not charged from the year 1776 to the year 1781.
The decifion of the Orphan's Court was accordingly affirmed; deducting Ł400, and nine year intereft, from the account.
# And Am I Only Born to Die?

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And am I only born to die? And must I suddenly comply With nature’s stern decree? What after death for me remains? Celestial joys, or hellish pains, To all eternity?
How then ought I on earth to live, While God prolongs the kind reprieve And props the house of clay? My sole concern, my single care, To watch, and tremble, and prepare Against the fatal day.
No room for mirth or trifling here, For worldly hope, or worldly fear, If life so soon is gone: If now the Judge is at the door, And all mankind must stand before The inexorable throne!
No matter which my thoughts employ, A moment’s misery, or joy; But O! when both shall end, Where shall I find my destined place? Shall I my everlasting days With fiends, or angels spend?
Nothing is worth a thought beneath But how I may escape the death That never, never dies; How make mine own election sure, And, when I fail on earth, secure A mansion in the skies.
Jesus, vouchsafe a pitying ray, Be Thou my guide, be Thou my way To glorious happiness; Ah, write the pardon on my heart, And whensoe’er I hence depart, Let me depart in peace.
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# And Are We Yet Alive?

And are we yet alive, And see each other's face? Glory and thanks to Jesus give For his almighty grace!
Preserved by power divine To full salvation here, Again in Jesus' praise we join, And in his sight appear.
What troubles have we seen, What mighty conflicts past, Fightings without, and fears within, Since we assembled last!
Yet out of all the Lord Hath brought us by his love; And still he doth his help afford, And hides our life above.
Then let us make our boast Of his redeeming power, Which saves us to the uttermost, Till we can sin no more.
Let us take up the cross Till we the crown obtain, And gladly reckon all things loss So we may Jesus gain.
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# And Can I Yet Delay?

And can I yet delay My little all to give? To tear my soul from earth away For Jesus to receive?
Nay, but I yield, I yield; I can hold out no more; I sink, by dying love compelled, And own Thee Conqueror.
Though late, I all forsake; My friends, my all, resign; Gracious Redeemer, take, O take, And seal me ever Thine!
Come, and possess me whole, Nor hence again remove; Settle and fix my wavering soul With all Thy weight of love.
# Ancient and Modern Pederasty Investigated and Exemplify'd/Tullia

The Point in Question is illustrated also by Meursius, (or whoever writ Elegantiæ latini Sermonis) a most profound Venerist; whose learned Heroine, Tullia, after an unlawful Entry into her B-dy by two abominable Florentines, declares; Titillation gain’d so agreeable upon her, she found, she cou’d get a charming Knack of this Sport, if she gave her Mind to it.
# And Ask Ye Why These Sad Tears Stream?

‘Te somnia nostra reducunt.’   OVID.
And ask ye why these sad tears stream?   Why these wan eyes are dim with weeping? I had a dream–a lovely dream,   Of her that in the grave is sleeping.
I saw her as ’twas yesterday,   The bloom upon her cheek still glowing; And round her play’d a golden ray,   And on her brows were gay flowers blowing.
With angel-hand she swept a lyre,   A garland red with roses bound it; Its strings were wreath’d with lambent fire   And amaranth was woven round it.
I saw her mid the realms of light,   In everlasting radiance gleaming; Co-equal with the seraphs bright,   Mid thousand thousand angels beaming.
I strove to reach her, when, behold,   Those fairy forms of bliss Elysian, And all that rich scene wrapt in gold,   Faded in air–a lovely vision!
And I awoke, but oh! to me   That waking hour was doubly weary; And yet I could not envy thee,   Although so blest, and I so dreary.
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# And Am I Born to Die?

And am I born to die? To lay this body down? And must my trembling spirit fly Into a world unknown - A land of deepest shade, Unpierced by human thought, The dreary regions of the dead, Where all things are forgot?
Soon as from earth I go, What will become of me? Eternal happiness or woe Must then my portion be; Waked by the trumpet's sound, I from my grave shall rise, And see the Judge with glory crowned, And see the flaming skies.
How shall I leave my tomb? With triumph or regret? A fearful or a joyful doom, A curse or blessing meet? Will angel-bands convey Their brother to the bar? Or devils drag my soul away, To meet its sentence there?
Who can resolve the doubt That tears my anxious breast? Shall I be with the damned cast out, Or numbered with the blest? I must from God be driven, Or with my Saviour dwell; Must come at his command to heaven, Or else - depart to hell.
O thou that wouldst not have One wretched sinner die, Who died'st thyself; my soul to save From endless misery! Show me the way to shun Thy dreadful wrath severe, That when thou comest on thy throne I may with joy appear.
Thou art thyself the Way; Thyself in me reveal; So shall I spend my life's short day Obedient to thy will; So shall I love my God, Because he first loved me, And praise thee in thy bright abode, To all eternity.
# And Can It Be That I Should Gain?

And can it be that I should gain An interest in the Savior's blood! Died he for me, who caused his pain! For me? who him to death pursued? Amazing love! How can it be That thou, my God, shouldst die for me? Amazing love! How can it be That thou, my God, shouldst die for me?
'Tis mystery all: th' Immortal dies! Who can explore his strange design? In vain the firstborn seraph tries To sound the depths of love divine. 'Tis mercy all! Let earth adore; Let angel minds inquire no more. 'Tis mercy all! Let earth adore; Let angel minds inquire no more.
He left his Father's throne above So free, so infinite his grace! Emptied himself of all but love, And bled for Adam's helpless race. 'Tis mercy all, immense and free, For O my God, it found out me! 'Tis mercy all, immense and free, For O my God, it found out me!
Long my imprisoned spirit lay, Fast bound in sin and nature's night; Thine eye diffused a quickening ray; I woke, the dungeon flamed with light; My chains fell off, my heart was free, I rose, went forth, and followed thee. My chains fell off, my heart was free, I rose, went forth, and followed thee.
Still the small inward voice I hear, That whispers all my sins forgiven; Still the atoning blood is near, That quenched the wrath of hostile Heaven. I feel the life His wounds impart; I feel the Savior in my heart. I feel the life His wounds impart; I feel the Savior in my heart.
No condemnation now I dread; Jesus, and all in him, is mine; Alive in him, my living Head, And clothed in righteousness divine, Bold I approach th' eternal throne, And claim the crown, through Christ my own. Bold I approach th' eternal throne, And claim the crown, through Christ my own.
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# And Dempsey climbed into the ring and the crowd...

Sent in a letter to Howard's friend Tevis Clyde Smith, July 16, 1925. First published in The Collected Letters of Robert E. Howard, Volume 1, 2007.
"And Dempsey climbed into the ring and the crowd sneered. And Carl Morris climbed into the ring and the crowd yelled, "Sock his damned jaw!" And Dempsey hit Carl, by Hell! And Carl hit the floor, by Hell! And the crowd yelled, "You're the boy Jack!"
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# Aromatics and the Soul: A Study of Smells/Acknowledgments

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
The impulse of which this study of olfaction is the outcome emanated from Sir St. Clair Thomson, who three years ago handed me for my edification and growth in knowledge the Essai d'Olfactique Physiologique, a Thèse de Bruxelles, by A. Heyninx, dated 1919.
Tn addition to that work the following have been utilised, for the scientific side of the subject at all events :— Poncelet, P. P. Chimie du Gout et de l'Odorat, etc. Paris. 1755. Parker, G. H. Smell, Taste, and Allied Senses in the Vertebrates. n.d. Deite, C. Manual of Toilet Soap-Making. Eng. Trans., 2nd ed. London. 1921. Ogle, Wm. Medico-Chir. Trans., Vol. LIII., p. 263. Bonvier, E. L. The Psychic Life of Insects. Eng. Trans. London. 1922.
In Heyninx’s book there is a good bibliography, but the English reader will ſind an excellent résumé of recent scientific literature in Osmics, by Mr. J. H. Kenneth, published by Oliver & Boyd, Edinburgh.
It is impossible in the space at my disposal to print a bibliography dealing with the historical aspect of olfaction.
In addition to my debt to books, I am also under deep obligation to Dr. Wyatt Wingrave, Dr. Amold Renshaw, Mr. Archer Ryland, Mr. F. W. Watkyn-Thomas, and Mr. T. H. Fairbrother, for many valuable hints and criticisms, as well as for much useful information, and I take this opportunity of offering my thanks to them for their kind interest.
# Anthology of Modern Slavonic Literature in Prose and Verse/From "Songs of the Pilgrim"

8. FROM "SONGS OF THE PILGRIM" XVI.
It was in April. Youthful May Hard by a crag his shawm did play. A well-knit, sturdy youth was he, Each breath was filled with melody.
It was in June. And wearied there Stood Siren Summer: from her hair Fell bloom on bloom; the forest stilled Its roar; the bird no longer trilled.
'Twas in October; o'er the plain Careered the frenzied Maenad-train With loosened hair; on russet breasts The ivy with the hop-sprig rests.
'Twas January; flowers no more; Birdless the field, and at the door A beggar cowered in silent woe, His garb and beard bedecked with snow.
And there I sped with gaze outspread, And deep within my heart I said: "This self-same landscape will arise —How oft!—before my wearied eyes."
"Songs of the Pilgrim" (1895).
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# Anthology of Modern Slavonic Literature in Prose and Verse/Front matter

ANTHOLOGY OF MODERN SLAVONIC LITERATURE
By the same Author
MODERN RUSSIAN POETRY:
Texts (Accented) and Translations.Selected and Translated, with an Introduction, by P. Selver
KEGAN PAUL, TRENCH, TRUBNER & CO. LTD.
ANTHOLOGY of MODERN SLAVONIC LITERATURE IN PROSE AND VERSE
TRANSLATED BY P. SELVER
With an Introduction and Literary Notes
LONDON KEGAN PAUL, TRENCH, TRUBNER & CO. LTD. New York: E. P. Dutton & Co. 1919
# Anthology of Modern Slavonic Literature in Prose and Verse/Fragment

2. FRAGMENT.
I come not, nightingales, to join your lay, Nor, rose, with thee, to blossom by the way, Whereon there vanish thousands with their woe, Borne on for ever by gale. Nor to arise, O sun, amid thy glow, That sheds in equal measure peace and light, If souls grow warm or perish in the fight,— But, O mankind, with thee to wail!
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# Anthology of Modern Slavonic Literature in Prose and Verse/From "Sonnets of Unhappiness"

F. PREŠERN.
FROM "SONNETS OF UNHAPPINESS."
(i.)
'Mid wastes of Africa a wanderer sped: He finds no pathway; night was now afield. Through clouds no stealthy glimmer was revealed, Craving the moon, he made the grass his bed.
The heavens opened, moonbeams then were shed; He sees where poison skerpents are concealed, And where their brood of cubs the tigers shield, He sees the lion upraise his wrathful head.
Thus 'tis the wont of youth perforce to view What now befalls, so long the veil yet drapes The future from the road he doth pursue.
Clearer has grown the night, and from it gapes Loathing of life; of pangs and griefs not few, The deep abyss from which none e'er escapes.
(ii.)
Life is a jail, and time grim warder there, Sorrow the bride made young for him each day, Woe and despair serve faithfully his sway, And rue his watcher with unwearied care.
Sweet death, O do not overlong forbear, Thou key, thou portal, thou entrancing way That guideth us from places of dismay Yonder where moulder gnaws the gyves we wear.
Yonder where ranges no pursuing foe, Yonder where we elude their evil plot, Yonder where man is rid of every woe.
Yonder where, bedded in a murky grot, Sleeps, whoso lays him there to sleep below, That the shrill din of griefs awakes him not.
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# Anthology of Modern Slavonic Literature in Prose and Verse/From a Meeting of the Common Council

8. FROM A MEETING OF THE COMMON COUNCIL.
This worthy man will soon be fifty . . . Sirs, I think . . . in him such qualities we meet . . . A patriot . . . it everywhere occurs . . . A house we'll buy him . . . cheaply, all complete . . . I've one for sale. . . His life is full of burrs; Let his old age be jubilant and sweet. . . Rank opposition noisily demurs : "No house! But after him we'll name a street!"
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# Ante-Nicene Fathers/Volume VII/Lactantius/The Divine Institutes/Book VI

the divine institutes
Book VI.
Of True Worship.

## Contents

* Chap. I
* Chap. II
* Chap. III
* Chap. IV
* Chap. V
* Chap. VI
* Chap. VII
* Chap. VIII
* Chap. IX
* Chap. X
* Chap. XI
* Chap. XII
* Chap. XIII
* Chap. XIV
* Chap. XV
* Chap. XVI
* Chap. XVII
* Chap. XVIII
* Chap. XIX
* Chap. XX
* Chap. XXI
* Chap. XXII
* Chap. XXIII
* Chap. XXIV
* Chap. XXV
# Ante-Nicene Fathers/Volume VII/Lactantius/The Divine Institutes/Book V/Chap. XXIV

Chap. XXIV.—Of the Divine Vengeance Inflicted on the Torturers of the Christians.
Whatever, therefore, wicked princes plan against us, God Himself permits to be done. And yet most unjust persecutors, to whom the name of God was a subject of reproach and mockery, must not think that they will escape with impunity, because they have been, as it were, the ministers of His indignation against us. For they will be punished with the judgment of God, who, having received power, have abused it to an inhuman degree, and have even insulted God in their arrogance, and placed His eternal name beneath their feet, to be impiously and wickedly trampled upon. On this account He promises that He will quickly take vengeance upon them, and exterminate the evil monsters from the earth. But He also, although He is accustomed to avenge the persecutions of His people even in the present world, commands us, however, to await patiently that day of heavenly judgment, in which He Himself will honour or punish every man according to his deserts. Therefore let not the souls of the sacrilegious expect that those whom they thus trample upon will be despised and unavenged. Those ravenous and voracious wolves who have tormented just and innocent souls, without the commission of any crimes, will surely meet with their reward. Only let us labour, that nothing else in us may be punished by men but righteousness alone: let us strive with all our power that we may at once deserve at the hands of God the avenging of our suffering and a reward.

## Footnotes

* ↑ Bestias malas. Lactantius in several passages applies this expression to the persecutors of the Christians. [A quotation from the Cretian poet cited by St. Paul. “Cretenses semper mendaces malæ bestiæ, ventres pigri.” Tit. ii. 12.]
* ↑ “Vexationes.”
# Appletons' Cyclopædia of American Biography/Appleton, Thomas Gold

Edition of 1900.
APPLETON, Thomas Gold, author, b. in Boston, Mass., 31 March, 1812; d. in New York, 17 April, 1884. His early training was received at the Boston Latin school, where he was prepared to enter Harvard in the class of 1831. Among his classmates were J. L. Motley, Wendell Phillips, and other distinguished men. Mr. Appleton spent much of his time abroad. He was a liberal patron of the fine arts, and gave efficient aid to various institutions, including the public library, the institute of technology, and the museums at Boston and Cambridge. He was an amateur painter of superior merit, and his water-color sketches of scenes on the river Nile are exceptionally good. He was the author of several books in prose and verse. In poetry his “Faded Leaves” was well received by the reading public. In prose he published his “Nile Journal” (Boston, 1876), “Syrian Sunshine” (1877), “Windfalls,” and other works. He was the founder of the Boston literary club, was highly esteemed for his genial temper and courteous manners, and was looked upon by those who knew him as unrivalled for wit and humor. A volume of his “Life and Letters,” prepared by Susan Hale, was published in New York in 1885.
# Appletons' Cyclopædia of American Biography/Appleton, Jesse

Edition of 1900.
​APPLETON, Jesse, educator, b. in New Ipswich, N. H., 17 Nov., 1772; d. in Brunswick, Me., 12 Nov., 1819. After graduation at Dartmouth college he spent two years in teaching at Dover and Amherst, then studied theology, and was ordained pastor at Hampton, N. H., in February, 1797, notwithstanding his Arminian tendencies, which were considered heretical at that time. At his suggestion the “Piscataqua Evangelical Magazine” was published, and while at Hampton he served as trustee of Phillips Exeter academy, and was a member of the academy of arts and sciences. His daughter married President Franklin Pierce. He was in great demand as a preacher on occasions of importance. A volume of his addresses, with a biographical sketch by the Rev. Dr. Nichols, of Portland, was published in 1820. Two years later his lectures and occasional sermons were published, with a memoir by the Rev. B. Tappan. These and other writings were collected in a two-volume edition, entitled “The Works of Jesse Appleton, D. D.” (Andover, 1836).
# Appletons' Cyclopædia of American Biography/Appleton, John Howard

Edition of 1900.
​APPLETON, John Howard, chemist, b. in Portland, Me., 3 Feb., 1844. He was graduated at Brown University in 1863, the following year became instructor in chemistry there, and in 1868 was elected professor of chemistry and applied arts. Since 1872 he has filled the chair of chemistry only. ​Prof. Appleton has written a series of chemical text-books that have had an extensive sale. They are “The Young Chemist” (Philadelphia, 1878); “Qualitative Analysis” (1878); “Quantitative Analysis” (1881); and “Chemistry of Non-Metals” (Providence, 1884).
# Appletons' Cyclopædia of American Biography/Arboleda, Julio

Edition of 1900. He actually died in 1862.
​ARBOLEDA, Julio (ar-bo-lay'-dah), Colombian poet, d. in 1872. He received his education in Europe, and wrote in French, English, and Italian, as well as in his own language. His poems, entitled “Dios y la virtud,” “Estoy en la cárcel,” “Me ausento,” “Te quiero,” and the long one called “Gonzalo de Oyón,” deserve especial notice. He was assassinated, it is supposed, by political enemies. A collection of his poetry was republished in New York in 1884.
# Appletons' Cyclopædia of American Biography/Arbuckle, Matthew

Edition of 1900.
​ARBUCKLE, Matthew, soldier, b. in Greenbrier co., Va., in 1776; d. at Fort Smith, Ark., 11 June, 1851. He entered the army as an ensign in 1799, became a captain in 1806, major in 1812, lieutenant-colonel in 1814, colonel of the 7th infantry in 1820, and brevet brigadier-general in 1830. In 1817 he was successful in an expedition against the Fowltoun Indians, and in 1846-'47 served in the Mexican war. He commanded at New Orleans, Fort Gibson, and Fort Smith. During much of his life he was brought constantly in contact with the Indians of the frontier, and, by his knowledge of their character, always kept their confidence.
# Appletons' Cyclopædia of American Biography/Appleton, John

Edition of 1900.
​APPLETON, John, lawyer, b. in Beverly, Mass., 11 Feb., 1815; d. in Portland, Me., 22 Aug., 1864. He was graduated at Bowdoin college in 1834, in 1837 began the practice of law in Portland, and soon afterward became editor of the “Eastern Argus.” At this time he was register of probate for Cumberland co. In 1845 he was appointed chief clerk of the navy department, subsequently chief clerk of the state department, and in 1848 was sent out to Bolivia as chargé d'affaires for the United States. On his return in 1849 he resumed his law practice in Portland, and he was elected to congress in 1850. In 1855-'56 he was secretary of legation in London, in 1857 assistant secretary of state, and in 1860 became minister to Russia.
# Appletons' Cyclopædia of American Biography/Appleton, John James

Edition of 1900.
​APPLETON, John James, diplomatist, b. in France about 1789; d. in Rennes, France, 4 March, 1864. His father was John Appleton, some time U. S. consul at Calais. John James studied at Phillips Andover academy, and was graduated at Harvard in 1813. During President Monroe's administration he was appointed secretary of legation at Brazil, and afterward chargé d'affaires for the United States at Madrid and at Stockholm. At the latter post he negotiated the commercial treaty that still serves as the basis of intercourse between the United States and Sweden. He also served as a diplomatic representative of the United States at Naples. Inheriting from his father a valuable estate in France, he spent the greater part of his life there, making only occasional visits to America.