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# The Bonny Highland Lad (1815, Falkirk)

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The Bonny HIGHLAND LAD.
Birks of Abergeldie,
Lash'd to the Helm,
Miss Forbes' Farewel to Banff
⟨FALKIRK⟩—T. JOHNSTON, PRINTER,
1815.
* The Bonny Highland Lad
* Birks of Abergeldie
* Lash'd to the Helm
* Miss Forbes' Farewel
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# The Bonny Highland Lad (1815, Falkirk)/Birks of Abergeldie

BIRKS OF ABERGELDIE.
# The Bonny Highland Lad (1815, Falkirk)/Lash'd to the Helm

LASH’D TO THE HELM.
# The Girl That Disappears/Chapter 16

XVI
REMEDIES THAT ARE POSSIBLE
I HAVE told you some pretty revolting things, but I believe it is necessary to tell them. There is only one excuse for a discussion, public or private, of the social evil. There is only one motive we can have in dealing with it, and that motive is a desire to find a remedy. There must be a cure, or at least there must be alleviation.
When I was police commissioner I received more than one deputation of clergymen, more than one individual clergyman, who came to me and said: "General Bingham, the street-walkers are parading up and down in front of my church, plying their infamous trade right under the eyes of the boys and girls who go to my Sunday school. Now you must drive them away."
​"Certainly," I would say, "and where would you have me drive them?"
"I don't care where you drive them, but get them away from my church you must."
"How would it do," I have asked these men, "for me to drive the street-walkers over to Dr. So-and-So's church?"
And that is the way such conversation always must end. It's very well to say "drive prostitution out," but out where? It exisits. It is a fact. You can't kill a fact, but you can do something with it. And friends, as long as we fail to do something with it, we each and every one of us are guilty of participation in the social evil, for I assure you, that if prostitution were properly handled—I will make that stronger and say, wherever prostitution has been properly handled—the white slave traffic has been killed, and prostitution itself has been reduced to the minimum.
# Lash'd to the helm

* "Lash'd to the Helm", in The Bonny Highland Lad (1815), a chapbook printed in Falkirk
* "I'll think on thee, my love", in Dugald MacTaggart (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Edinburgh
* "Lash'd to the Helm", in The Birks of Invermay (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Edinburgh
* "Lash'd to the helm", in Heaving of the Lead (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Glasgow
# Law Quarterly Review

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* Volume 1 IA
* Volume 2 IA
* Volume 4 IA
* Volume 8 IA
* Volume 10 IA
* Volume 11 IA
* Volume 12 IA
* Volume 14 IA
* Volume 16 IA
** The Corporation Sole
* Volume 17 IA
* Volume 18 IA
* Volume 19 IA
* Volume 21 IA
* Volume 22 IA
* Volume 23 IA
* Volume 24 IA
* Volume 30
** Some Bibliographical Difficulties of English Law
# The Bonny Highland Lad (1815, Falkirk)/Miss Forbes' Farewel

MISS FORBES’ FAREWEL.
FINIS
Falkirk—T.Johnston, Printer.
# The Bonny Highland Lad (1815, Falkirk)/The Bonny Highland Lad

THE
BONNY HIGHLAND LAD.
# The Girl That Disappears/Chapter 19

XIX
LITTLE USE FOR THE ONE RATIONAL INSTI- TUTION FOR FALLEN WOMEN
LESS than fifty miles from New York City there is an institution known as the Bedford Reformatory. It exists for the reformation of delinquent women, and once in a great while a city magistrate will send a woman there instead of to the workhouse. I think I saw it stated that in the year 1909 three thousand women were sent to the workhouse and eleven to Bedford. This does not argue malevolence on the part of the magistrates. The fact is they cannot get it out of their heads that sending a woman to a reformatory is a punishment. They can't imagine doing anything for an unfortunate woman except punishing her; and Bedford they consider a ​very severe punishment indeed. Why? Because women must be committed to Bedford on an indeterminate sentence, the limit being three years, and many a magistrate has been quoted as saying that a three years' sentence was too severe.
The falsity of this position is apparent to anybody who knows anything about the system in vogue at Bedford. Under the superintendency of Miss Katherine Bement Davis, Bedford presents a perfectly rational plan for the reformation of those women who have not sunk too low for the helping hand to grasp. It is operated on the cottage system, the women proceeding from a fairly severe degree of detention and discipline to the lightest possible. They are first taken to a reception cottage, carefully examined by a competent woman physician, and, if necessary, segregated in a hospital.
As soon as a woman is placed in a normal state of mind and body she is given work to ​do, household work of course, but other work as well according to her individual capacity. A great deal of gardening and outdoor work is done at Bedford, and the handsome concrete walk and long flight of steps across the grounds is entirely the work of women's hands. A group of unusually strong and musuclar women did the work, and when it was finished the other women in their cottages rewarded them with a banquet.
Putting all prejudice, all hypocrisy aside, what system seems to you most sensible, most humane, most civilized, most Christian. The old system of closing our eyes to facts, denying the plain truth, and allowing a monstrous evil to exist unchanged; to allow countless thousands of its miserable victims to suffer infamy, pain and death; to permit that monstrous thing fitly termed "the black plague" to continue year after year, maiming and destroying innocent women and children; to acknowledge the truth, segregate and control ​it and establish institutions like Bedford for the rescue of those women and girls still capable of being rescued?
# The Girl That Disappears

THE GIRL THAT DISAPPEARS
The Real Facts About The White Slave Traffic
BY GEN. THEODORE A. BINGHAM Former Police Commissioner for Greater New York
BOSTON RICHARD G. BADGER THE GORHAM PRESS 1911
page
Copyright, 1911, by Richard G. Badger.
All Rights Reserved.
The Gorham Press, Boston, U. S. A.
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CONTENTS
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# NLRB v. Granite State Joint Board, Textile Workers Union of America/Concurrence Burger

* Court Documents
* Case Syllabus
* Opinion of the Court
* Concurring Opinion Burger
* Dissenting Opinion Blackmun
[p218] MR. CHIEF JUSTICE BURGER, concurring.
I join the Court's opinion because for me the institutional needs of the Union, important though they are, do not outweigh the rights and needs of the individual. The balance is close and difficult; unions have need for solidarity and at no time is that need more pressing than under the stress of economic conflict. Yet we have given special protection to the associational rights of individuals in a variety of contexts; through § 7 of the Labor Act, Congress has manifested its concern with those rights in the specific context of our national scheme of collective bargaining. Where the individual employee has freely chosen to exercise his legal right to abandon the privileges of union membership, it is not for us to impose the obligations of continued membership.
# Power of Music

* "Power of Music", in Poems, in Two Volumes (1807)
* "Power of Music", in Poems (1815)
# Poems (Wordsworth, 1815)/Volume 1/Power of Music

XV.
POWER OF MUSIC.
An Orpheus! an Orpheus!—yes, Faith may grow bold, And take to herself all the wonders of old;— Near the stately Pantheon you'll meet with the same In the street that from Oxford hath borrowed its name.
His station is there;—and he works on the crowd, He sways them with harmony merry and loud; He fills with his power all their hearts to the brim— Was aught ever heard like his Fiddle and him?
What an eager assembly! what an empire is this! The weary have life, and the hungry have bliss; The mourner is cheered, and the anxious have rest; And the guilt-burthened soul is no longer opprest.
As the Moon brightens round her the clouds of the night, So he where he stands is a centre of light; It gleams on the face, there, of dusky-browed Jack, And the pale-visaged Baker's, with basket on back.
​That errand-bound 'Prentice was passing in haste— What matter! he's caught—and his time runs to waste— The News-man is stopped, though he stops on the fret, And the half-breathless Lamp-lighter he's in the net!
The Porter sits down on the weight which he bore; The Lass with her barrow wheels hither her store;— If a Thief could be here he might pilfer at ease; She sees the Musician, 'tis all that she sees!
He stands, back'd by the Wall;—he abates not his din; His hat gives him vigour, with boons dropping in, From the Old and the Young, from the Poorest; and there! The one-pennied Boy has his penny to spare.
O blest are the Hearers, and proud be the Hand Of the pleasure it spreads through so thankful a Band; I am glad for him, blind as he is!—all the while If they speak 'tis to praise, and they praise with a smile.
That tall Man, a Giant in bulk and in height, Not an inch of his body is free from delight; Can he keep himself still, if he would? oh, not he! The music stirs in him like wind through a tree.
​There's a Cripple who leans on his Crutch; like a Tower That long has lean'd forward, leans hour after hour!— A Mother, whose Spirit in fetters is bound, While she dandles the babe in her arms to the sound.
Now, Coaches and Chariots, roar on like a stream; Here are twenty souls happy as Souls in a dream: They are deaf to your murmurs—they care not for you, Nor what ye are flying, nor what ye pursue!
# Poems, in Two Volumes (Wordsworth, 1807)/Volume 2/To the Daisy

TO THE DAISY.
# Poems (Wordsworth, 1815)/Volume 1/To the Daisy (2)

X.
TO THE DAISY.
With little here to do or see Of things that in the great world be, Sweet Daisy! oft I talk to thee, For thou art worthy, Thou unassuming Common-place Of Nature, with that homely face, And yet with something of a grace, Which Love makes for thee!
Oft do I sit by thee at ease, And weave a web of similies, Loose types of Things through all degrees, Thoughts of thy raising: ​And many a fond and idle name I give to thee, for praise or blame, As is the humour of the game, While I am gazing.
A Nun demure, of lowly port; Or sprightly Maiden, of Love's Court, In thy simplicity the sport Of all temptations; A Queen in crown of rubies drest; A Starveling in a scanty vest; Are all, as seem to suit thee best, Thy appellations.
A little Cyclops, with one eye Staring to threaten and defy, That thought comes next—and instantly The freak is over, The shape will vanish, and behold! A silver Shield with boss of gold, That spreads itself, some Faery bold In fight to cover.
​I see thee glittering from afar;— And then thou art a pretty Star; Not quite so fair as many are In heaven above thee! Yet like a star, with glittering crest, Self-poised in air thou seem'st to rest;— May peace come never to his nest, Who shall reprove thee!
Sweet Flower! for by that name at last, When all my reveries are past, I call thee, and to that cleave fast, Sweet silent Creature! That breath'st with me in sun and air, Do thou, as thou art wont, repair My heart with gladness, and a share Of thy meek nature!
# To the Daisy (Wordsworth, "With little here to do or see")

"With little here to do or see"
* "To the Daisy", in Poems, in Two Volumes (1807)
* "To the Daisy", in Poems (1815)
# Poems, in Two Volumes (Wordsworth, 1807)/Volume 2/To the same Flower

TO THE SAME FLOWER.
# To the Daisy

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* "To the Daisy", a poem by William Wordsworth ("With little here to do or see")
* "To the Daisy", a poem by William Wordsworth ("Sweet Flower! belike one day to have")

### See also

* "To the same Flower", a poem by William Wordsworth ("Bright Flower, whose home is every where!")
# Poems (Wordsworth, 1815)/Volume 1/To the same Flower (Daisy)

XI.
TO THE SAME FLOWER.
Bright flower, whose home is every where! A Pilgrim bold in Nature's care, And all the long year through the heir Of joy or sorrow, Methinks that there abides in thee Some concord with humanity, Given to no other Flower I see The forest thorough!
Is it that Man is soon deprest? A thoughtless Thing! who, once unblest, Does little on his memory rest, Or on his reason, And Thou would'st teach him how to find A shelter under every wind, A hope for times that are unkind And every season?
​Thou wanderest the wide world about, Unchecked by pride or scrupulous doubt, With friends to greet thee, or without, Yet pleased and willing; Meek, yielding to the occasion's call, And all things suffering from all, Thy function apostolical In peace fulfilling.
# Incident, characteristic of a favourite Dog, which belonged to a Friend of the Author

* "Incident, characteristic of a favourite Dog, which belonged to a Friend of the Author", in Poems, in Two Volumes (1807)
* "Incident characteristic of a favourite Dog", in Poems (1815)
# Poems (Wordsworth, 1815)/Volume 2/Incident characteristic of a favourite Dog

XXI.
INCIDENT,
Characteristic of a favourite Dog, which belonged to a Friend of the Author.
On his morning rounds the Master Goes to learn how all things fare; Searches pasture after pasture, Sheep and Cattle eyes with care; And, for silence or for talk, He hath Comrades in his walk; Four Dogs, each pair of different breed, Distinguished two for scent, and two for speed.
See, a Hare before him started! —Off they fly in earnest chace; Every Dog is eager-hearted, All the four are in the race! And the Hare whom they pursue Hath an instinct what to do; Her hope is near: no turn she makes; But, like an arrow, to the River takes.
​Deep the River was, and crusted Thinly by a one night's frost; But the nimble Hare hath trusted To the ice, and safely crost; She hath crost, and without heed All are following at full speed, When, lo! the ice, so thinly spread, Breaks—and the Greyhound, Dart, is over head!
Better fate have Prince and Swallow— See them cleaving to the sport! Music has no heart to follow, Little Music, she stops short. She hath neither wish nor heart, Hers is now another part: A loving Creature she, and brave! And fondly strives her struggling Friend to save.
From the brink her paws she stretches, Very hands as you would say! And afflicting moans she fetches, As he breaks the ice away. For herself she hath no fears,— Him alone she sees and hears,— Makes efforts and complainings; nor gives o'er Until her Fellow sunk, and reappeared no more.
# Poems, in Two Volumes (Wordsworth, 1807)/Volume 2/Tribute to the Memory of the same Dog

TRIBUTE TO THE MEMORY OF THE SAME DOG.
# Poems, in Two Volumes (Wordsworth, 1807)/Volume 2/Incident, characteristic of a favourite Dog, which belonged to a Friend of the Author

INCIDENT,
Characteristic of a favourite Dog, which belonged to a Friend of the Author.
# Tribute to the Memory of the same Dog

* "Tribute to the Memory of the same Dog", in Poems, in Two Volumes (1807)
* "Tribute to the memory of the same Dog", in Poems (1815)
# Poems (Wordsworth, 1815)/Volume 2/Tribute to the memory of the same Dog

XXII.
TRIBUTE
TO THE MEMORY OF THE SAME DOG.
Lie here sequestered:—be this little mound For ever thine, and be it holy ground! Lie here, without a record of thy worth, Beneath the covering of the common earth! It is not from unwillingness to praise, Or want of love, that here no Stone we raise; More thou deserv'st; but this Man gives to Man, Brother to Brother, this is all we can. Yet they to whom thy virtues made thee dear Shall find thee through all changes of the year: This Oak points out thy grave; the silent Tree Will gladly stand a monument of thee.
​I prayed for thee, and that thy end were past; And willingly have laid thee here at last: For thou hadst lived, till every thing that cheers In thee had yielded to the weight of years; Extreme old age had wasted thee away; And left thee but a glimmering of the day; Thy ears were deaf; and feeble were thy knees,— I saw thee stagger in the summer breeze, Too weak to stand against its sportive breath, And ready for the gentlest stroke of death. It came, and we were glad; yet tears were shed; Both Man and Woman wept when Thou wert dead; Not only for a thousand thoughts that were, Old household thoughts, in which thou hadst thy share; But for some precious boons vouchsafed to thee, Found scarcely any where in like degree! For love, that comes to all; the holy sense, Best gift of God, in thee was most intense; A chain of heart, a feeling of the mind, A tender sympathy, which did thee bind Not only to us Men, but to thy Kind: Yea, for thy Fellow-brutes in thee we saw The soul of Love, Love's intellectual law:— Hence, if we wept, it was not done in shame; Our tears from passion and from reason came, And, therefore, shalt thou be an honoured name!
# Candlelight (Cloud collection)

CANDLELIGHT
CANDLELIGHT
By
Virginia Woodward Cloud
Author of "Down Durley Lane," "From An Old Garden," Etc., Etc.
1924
THE NORMAN, REMINGTON CO.
BALTIMORE
Coyprighted, 1924, by
THE NORMAN, REMINGTON CO.
Published October, 1924
Printed in the Unitd States of America
CONTENTS
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# Candlelight (Cloud collection)/Mammy Mourns

​MAMMY MOURNS
# Candlelight (Cloud collection)/The Berry Pickin'

​THE BERRY-PICKIN'
# Candlelight (Cloud collection)/Beauty

​BEAUTY
(1860)
# Candlelight (Cloud collection)/Candlelight

​CANDLELIGHT
# Candlelight (Cloud collection)/Blind Mammy

​BLIND MAMMY
# Candlelight (Cloud collection)/Miss Lady

​MISS LADY
# Many Voices/The Fire

I was picking raspberries, my head was in the canes, And he came behind and kissed me, and I smacked him for his pains. Says he, "You take it easy! That ain't the way to do! I love you hot as fire, my girl, and you know you know it too. So won't you name the day?" But I said, "That I will not." And I pushed him away, Out among the raspberries all on a summer day. And I says, "You ask in winter, if your love's so hot, For it's summer now, and sunny, and my hands is full," says I, "With the fair by and by, And the village dance and all; And the turkey poults is small, And so's the ducks and chicks, And the hay not yet in ricks, And the flower-show'll be presently and hop-picking's to come, And the fruiting and the harvest home, And my new white gown to make, and the jam all to be done. Can't you leave a girl alone? Your love's too hot for me! Can't you leave a girl be Till the evenings do draw in, Till the leaves be getting thin, Till the fires be lighted early, and the curtains drawed for tea? That's the time to do your courting, if you come a-courting me!"
And he took it as I said it, an' not as it was meant. And he went.
The hay was stacked, the fruit was picked, the hops were dry and brown, And everything was garnered, and the year turned upside down, And the winter it come on, and the fires were early lit, And he'd never come anigh again, and all my life was sick. And I was cold alone, with nought to do but sit With my hands in my black lap, and hear the clock tick. For father, he lay dead With the candles at his head, And his coffin was that black I could see it through the wall; And I'd sent them all away, Though they'd offered for to stay. I wanted to be cold alone, and learn to bear it all. Then I heard him. I'd a-known it for his footstep just as plain If he'd brought his regiment with him up the rutty frozen lane. And I hadn't drawed the curtains, and I see him through the pane; And I jumped up in my blacks and I threw the door back wide. Says I, "You come inside; For it's cold outside for you, And it's cold here too; And I haven't no more pride - It's too cold for that," I cried.
Then I saw in his face The fear of death, and desire. And oh, I took and kissed him again and again, And I clipped him close and all, In the winter, in the dusk, in the quiet house-place, With the coffin lying black and full the other side the wall; And "YOU warm my heart," I told him, "if there's any fire in men!" And he got his two arms round me, and I felt the fire then. And I warmed my heart at the fire.
# Rudyard Kipling's Verse, Inclusive Edition, 1885-1918/The Fires

THE FIRES
(Prelude to Collected Verse)
MEN make them fires on the hearth Each under his roof-tree, And the Four Winds that rule the earth They blow the smoke to me.
​Across the high hills and the sea And all the changeful skies, The Four Winds blow the smoke to me Till the tears are in my eyes.
Until the tears are in my eyes And my heart is wellnigh broke For thinking on old memories That gather in the smoke.
With every shift of every wind The homesick memories come, From every quarter of mankind Where I have made me a home.
Four times a fire against the cold And a roof against the rain— Sorrow fourfold and joy fourfold The Four Winds bring again!
How can I answer which is best Of all the fires that burn? I have been too often host or guest At every fire in turn.
How can I turn from any fire, On any man's hearthstone? I know the wonder and desire That went to build my own!
How can I doubt man's joy or woe Where'er his house-fires shine. Since all that man must undergo Will visit me at mine?
​Oh, you Four Winds that blow so strong And know that this is true, Stoop for a little and carry my song To all the men I knew!
Where there are fires against the cold, Or roofs against the rain— With love fourfold and joy fourfold, Take them my songs again!
# Candlelight (Cloud collection)/The Fire

​THE FIRE
# Fire

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## Films

* Fire! (1901), a British film directed and produced by James Williamson

## Periodicals

* Fire!! (1926), an African-American periodical, with only one issue ever published

## Poems

* "The Fire", a poem by Virginia Woodward Cloud ("Dat fiah's real good company, when ole Win' start ter blow")
* "The Fires", a poem by Rudyard Kipling ("Men make them fires on the hearth")
* "Fire", a poem by Dorothea Mackellar ("This life that we call our own")
* "The Fire", a poem by Edith Nesbit ("I was picking raspberries, my head was in the canes")