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# United States Statutes at Large/Volume 6/13th Congress/3rd Session/Chapter 26

Chap. XXVI.—An Act for the relief of William Robinson, and others.
Compensation for damages to their property.Be it enacted, &c., That the proper accounting officers of the war department be, and they are hereby directed to audit and settle the claims of William Robinson, William White, Samuel Mosely, Edward Giddons, John Brown, Moses Brown, John Gordon, Joseph Baker, Robert Ballowe, and Moses Gordon, on account of damages done to their property by a detachment of troops of the United States, under an order from the war department, which claims are hereby authorized to be settled upon such terms, and in such manner, as may embrace the justice of their case.
Appropriation.Sec. 2. And be it further enacted, That the amount thereof, when settled and ascertained, shall be paid to the said claimants severally, or their lawful agents, out of any money in the treasury not otherwise appropriated, upon such claimant releasing to the United States all claims which he or they may have against the government, or any of its officers, in consequence of the damage aforesaid.
Approved, January 28, 1815.
# United States Statutes at Large/Volume 6/13th Congress/3rd Session/Chapter 19

Chap. XIX.—An Act for the relief of John C. Hurlburt, of Chatham, in the State of Connecticut.
To be discharged from imprisonment.Be it enacted, &c., That the Secretary of the Treasury be, and he is hereby authorized and required to discharge from his imprisonment John C. Hurlburt, of Chatham, in the State of Connecticut, now confined in prison at Hartford, in said State, on an execution obtained against him at the suit of the United States: Provided, however, That nothing contained in this act shall exonerate any property which the ​said John C. Hurlburt now has, or hereafter may acquire, from the judgment and execution obtained against him by the United States.
Approved, January 2, 1815.
# United States Statutes at Large/Volume 6/13th Congress/3rd Session/Chapter 28

Chap. XXVIII.—An Act for the relief of Farrington Barkelow, administrator of Mary Rappleyea.
Amount due to be ascertained and paid.Be it enacted, &c., That the accounting officers of the treasury be, and they are hereby authorized and directed to ascertain, agreeably to the provisions of the laws heretofore in existence on that subject, the amount due Farrington Barkelow, administrator of the estate and effects of Mary Rappleyea, on two loan office certificates issued to Mary Rappleyea from the loan office of New Jersey, both dated the eighth of June, one thousand seven hundred and seventy-eight, the one numbered one thousand five hundred and sixty-four, for six hundred dollars, the other, two hundred and ninety-four, for five hundred dollars, with such interest as still remains due thereon, and that the amount which shall be found to be due be paid to the said Farrington Barkelow, as administrator as aforesaid, to be distributed according to law.
Approved, February 2, 1815.
# United States Statutes at Large/Volume 6/13th Congress/3rd Session/Chapter 29

Chap. XXIX.—An Act for the relief of William Arnold.
Amount due to be ascertained and paid.Be it enacted, &c., That the accounting officers of the treasury be, and they are hereby authorized and directed to ascertain, agreeably to the provisions of the laws heretofore in existence on that subject, the amount due William Arnold on a loan office certificate numbered twelve hundred and sixty-seven, which issued from the loan office of Massachusetts for six hundred dollars, on the twenty-fifth of October, one thousand seven hundred and seventy-seven, payable to Christopher Clark, with interest thereon from the first of January, one thousand seven hundred and eighty-three, to which time the interest has been paid; and that the amount which shall be found to be due, be paid to the said William Arnold out of any money in the treasury not otherwise appropriated.
Approved, February 2, 1815.
# United States Statutes at Large/Volume 6/13th Congress/3rd Session/Chapter 30

Chap. XXX.—An Act for the relief of James Brahany.
Discharge from imprisonment.Be it enacted, &c., That James Brahany, of the city of Baltimore, now and for a long time past, confined in jail, at the suit of the United States, for the penalty incurred for selling spirituous liquor without license, which he is wholly unable to pay, be henceforth discharged, and remain free from imprisonment and arrest, for and on account of the said penalty, and the judgment, suit, costs and charges, touching the same: Provided always, That all property which the said James Brahany may now have, or hereafter may have or acquire, shall be and remain liable for the payment of the said penalty, the judgment, charges and costs of suit thereon, in the same manner as if this act had never been passed.
Approved, February 2, 1815.
# United States Statutes at Large/Volume 6/13th Congress/3rd Session/Chapter 36

Chap. XXXVI.—An Act to extend the time of Oliver Evans’s patent for his improvement on steam engines.
Patent right extended for seven years.Be it enacted, &c., That all the rights and privileges of Oliver Evans, under a patent issued from the department of state, on the fourteenth day of February, one thousand eight hundred and four, for his improvements on steam engines, be, and hereby are, extended to the said Oliver Evans, his heirs, administrators or assigns, for and during the term of seven years, to commence from, and immediately after, the expiration of the term of fourteen years, granted by said patent as aforesaid; subject to all the provisions of the act, entitledAct of Feb. 21, 1793, ch. 11. “An act to promote the progress of the useful arts, and to repeal the act heretofore made for that purpose,” excepting so far as regards the extension of the term of his said patent herein authorized: Provided, That it shall not be lawful for the said Oliver Evans, his heirs, administrators or assigns, to charge or receive from any person or persons a greater sum for the privilege of constructing or using his said improvements on steam engines, during the term for which his said patent is hereby extended, than he has hitherto charged and received for a like privilege under his said patent as now in force.
Approved, February 7, 1815.
# Zebra

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* "Zebra," in Encyclopædia Britannica (11th ed., 1911)
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# The Waldensian Church in the valleys of Piedmont/Epigraph

“Lux Lucet in Tenebris,”
Motto of the Waldensian Church.
# The Waldensian Church in the valleys of Piedmont/Prefatory Note

PREFATORY NOTE.
The former Edition of this Short History, published in 1854, was introduced to the public by the well-known and devoted author of Waldensian Researches, the late Rev. W. S. Gilly, d.d., Canon of Durham. His Preface deals in part with a state of things which the lapse of five-and-twenty years has materially changed, and need not here be reproduced. A few sentences only may be given : “I cannot but express my satisfaction,” writes Dr. Gilly, “that the tale of the Waldenses, for whom I have entertained the deepest concern for more than thirty years, should now be told in a brief, succinct, and popular form, likely to attract the notice of general readers. Every addition to the series illustrative of the History of the Waldensian Church, whether it be in the way of critical remark, of theological discussion, of narrative, or of poetry, is a fresh indication of the public feeling in its favour ; and, more than this, the interest which is now taken by Protestant Christians of every name in the destiny of the Vaudois of Piedmont may be regarded as a proof that they are believed to have been especial objects of Divine Providence, from their earliest mention in history to the present time.” ​The interest of which Dr. Gilly speaks was to no small extent quickened and extended by the publication of the present work; but in some measure it passed away as other events claimed the attention of the general public ; and, though for some the cause had an undying interest, the demand for books on the subject almost entirely ceased.
The beloved and revered author of the present work felt a natural and keen disappointment that a second edition of it was never called for; but she committed the matter to the Lord, for whose sake she had laboured.
A few months since, a suggestion reached her that her book should be published by the Religious Tract Society; she joyfully welcomed the proposal as an answer to prayer. At the advanced age of ninety-one, though in good health, and her intellect clear as ever, she was unable to prepare the pages for the press, or to make the additions necessary to complete the history to the present date, and she thankfully consigned the work to others. Before the task could be fulfilled, however, the message came to call her home, an abundant entrance into the heavenly kingdom was given to her, and she passed triumphantly away, cheered by the assurance that God, faithful to His promise, had not forgotten her work of faith and labour of love.
# Fair maid in bedlam, or, The deceitful Irish boy/Davy Jones's Locker

DAVY JONES’S LOCKER.
WHen last honest Jack, of whose fate I now sing, weigh’d anchor and cast out for sea, For he ne'er refus’d for his country and King to fight, for no lubber was he; To hand, reef, & steer, & house every thing tight, full well did he know every inch, Tho’ the toplifts of sailors the tempest should smite, Jack never was known for to flinch.
CHORUS.
Tho’ the toplifts of sailors the tempest should smite, Jack never was known for to flinch.
Aloft from the mast head one day he espy’d seven sail, which appear’d to his view, Clear the decks, spunge the guns, was instantly cry’d, and each to his station then flew; And fought until many a noble was slain, and silenced was every gun, ’Twas then that old English valour was vain, for by numbers, alas! I they’re undone. Chor. ’Twas then that old English valour was vain, for by numbers, alas! they’re undone.
Yet think not bold Jack, tho' by conquest dismay’d, could tamely submit to his fate; When his country he found he no longer could serve, looking round, he address’d thus each mate, ​What’s life, d’ye see, when our liberty’s gone, much nobler it were for to die, So now for old Davy, then plung’d in the main, ev’n the cherub above heav’d a sigh.
CHORUS.
So now for old Davy, then plung'd in the main, e’en the cherub above heav’d a sigh.
# Fair maid in bedlam, or, The deceitful Irish boy/The Fair Maid in Bedlam

THE FAIR MAID IN BEDLAM.
YOU fair maids of England and Ireland also, Come listen a while and soon you shall know, How I have been wounded, and in love I’ve been slain In the strong walls of bedlam I’m forc’d to remain.
When first I was courted by my love an Irish boy, He call’d'me his jewel, his delight, and his joy; In fair Dublin city, that place of great fame, Where my bonny Irish-Boy first a courting to me came.
He talked of love, and he promised to wed, But in short time after he stole my maidenhead; Believe me, dear maidens, I could not forbear, For the loving of my Irish-Boy I do declare.
Down in yon meadow I chanced for to walk, O there I heard my lovely Irish-Boy for to talk; Where the small birds were singing, & larks soring high, And my pretty Boy singing with his voice melodiously.
His teeth was like the iv’ry, his hair was lovely brown, And o’er his portlie shoulders so carelessly hangs down, Believe me dear maidens, I could not forbear, For the loving of my Irish-Boy I do declare.
He bundled up his clothes, & to England he did fly; I bundled up my jewels, I followed him instantly; And when I arrived in fair London town, O; they told me he was married to a lady of renown.
It’s now in bedlam, I am forced to remain, For loving of an Irish-boy who was my darling swain;
In the west end of Bedlam she’s there to be seen, O this poor distressed Irish Maid in Number Sixteen.
# Fair maid in bedlam, or, The deceitful Irish boy/The True-Hearted Maiden

THE TRUE HEARTED MAIDEN.
FArewel my dear jewel, my own heart’s delight, Since war now alarms you in battle to fight, Across the wide billows, quite over the main, Never, no never shall I see you again.
For her true love she moan’d by night & by day, And exclaim’d ’gainst those that forc’d him away, I wish that the sword in their breast may remain, Till my true love returns to my arms back again,
My life for his sake, I freely would yield, It grieves me to think that his blood should be spill’d; I’ll go into battle where bullets they do fly, I’ll fight for my love for my true love I’ll die.
The drums did beat and the trumpets did sound, The cannons were roaring & shaking the ground, 1: Her heart it did tremble between hope and fear, Yet she found out the young man she loved so dear.
Across the wide ocean I’ll swim on my breast, Till I find out my true love I never can rest, I wish that the bullets may miss him and fly. And strike thro’ the heart of his great enemy.
When the battle was over, she flew to his arms, He thought that an angel appeared in her charms; In his arms he embrac’d her all joy to restore, But I cannot return till the wars are all o’er.
She went to his Captain an I to him did say, For this young man’s discharge 40 guineas I’ll pay, Resolved to marry the man I adore, For I never can stay till the wars are all o’er. ​What can be so strong in the heart as true love, When deck'd in beauty by the powers above, It never will flatter, dissemble, nor fly, With my love I'll live, with my true love I'll die.
# Fair maid in bedlam, or, The deceitful Irish boy/The Female Soldier

THE FEMALE SOLDIER.
WHEN I was a young girl, at the age of fifteen; I was courted by a young man most rare to be seen; But now to my grief, for a soldier he’s gone, And what to do for my love I will make known.
I dress’d myself up in some men’s array, And went to the captain without more delay, Where I listed myself for a drummer so strong, In the very same regiment where my love belong’d.
The very next morning the route it came, That the same regiment to Jamaica was bound; And over the plain as we marched along, I charmed my love by the sound of the drum.
Beat up, my little drummer, the colonel reply’d, You shall be advanc’d from a drummer this day; The very next day a lieutenant I was made, For to handle my pen I never was afraid.
The very next day my love’s trial came on, For missing of his duty, as you may understand, When I begg’d his forgiveness & did him embrace, And before the whole reg’ment I op’ned my case.
The very next morning my love and I were wed, The colonel made him lieutenant in my stead; And now, for my courage, as plain you may see, This has been the upmaking of my love and me.
# Fair maid in bedlam, or, The deceitful Irish boy/The Happy Stranger

THE HAPPY STRANGER.
AS I was a walking one ev’ning in spring, To hear the birds whistle & nightingale sing, I heard a fair maid was making great moan, Saying, I am a poor stranger and far from my own.
I stept up unto her, I made a low gee, I asked her pardon for making so free, Saying, I’ve taken pity on hearing your moan,
As I am a stranger, and far from my own.
Her cheeks blush’d like roses and she shed a tear, And says, Sir, I wonder at meeting you here, But I hope you’ll not ill use me in this desert alone, As I am a poor stranger, and far from my own.
My dear to ill use you indeed I ne’er will, My heart’s blood, to save you indeed I would spill, I’d strive for to ease and relieve all your moan, And wish to convey you safe back to your home.
Therefore my dear jewel, if you would agree, And if ever you marry to marry with me, I'd be your guardian thro’ these desarts unknown, Until with your parents I leave you at home.
Sir, where is your country, I wish for to know, And what’s the misfortunes you did undergo? That caus’d you to wander so far from your home, And made us meet strangers in this desart alone.
He says, my sweet fair one, the truth I will tell, If I was in my own country, near Newry I dwell, But yet to misfortunes my love I was prone, Which made many a hero go far from his home.
​Sir the lads of sweet Newry are all roving blades, And take great delight in courting fair maids, Tbey kiss them & press them, & call them their own, And perhaps your darling lies mourning at home.
Believe me my jewel, the case is not so, I never was married, the truth you must know, So these strangers agreed as the case it is known, And I wish them both happy & safe to their home.
# Fair maid in bedlam, or, The deceitful Irish boy/The Patriot Fair

THE PATRIOT FAIR.
WHEN young and artless as the lamb, Which plays about its fondling dam, Brisk, buxom, pert, and silly; I slighted all the manly swains, And put my virgin heart in chains, For smiling smooth fac’d Willy.
But when experience came with years, Which rais’d my hopes and quell’d my fears, My heart was blythe and bonny, I turn'd off every beardless youth, So gave my word, and fix’d my truth On honest sturdy Johnny.
Next at the wake I saw the ’Squire, For love I felt a new desire, Fond to outshine my mammy, I sigh’d for fringes, frogs, and bea(illegible text), For pig-tail wigs, and powder’d clothes, And silken master Sammy.
For riches next I set a flame, Old Gripus to my cottage came, And held an amorous parley. For music next I chanc’d to burn, And fondly listen’d in my turn, To warbling quivering Charley.
​So now alike the fools and wits, Fops, fidlers, foreigners and cits, All struck me by rotation. Come learn of me ye patriot fair, Nor make a single man your care, But sigh for all the nation.
# Fair maid in bedlam, or, The deceitful Irish boy/The Forsaken Nymph

THE FORSAKEN NYMPH.
A Walking, a talking, and a walking was I, To meet my sweet Billy, he’ll come by & by, To meet him in the meadows is all my delight, A walking and talking from morning till night.
Meeting is a pleasure, but parting is a grief, And an inconstant lover is worse than a thief, A thief can but rob me and take what I have, But an inconstant lover sends me to my grave.
The grave it will rot me and bring me to dust. But an inconstant lover no maiden can trust, They’ll kiss you they'll court you poor girls to deceive There’s not one in twenty that you can believe.
The cuckoo’s a fine bird, she sings where she flies, She brings us good tidings and tells us no lies,
She sucks of sweet flowers to keep her voice clear, The more she sings cuckoo, the summer draws near.
Come all ye pretty maidens wherever ye be, Don’t settle your love on a sycamore tree, The leaf it will wither, and the root it will die, And if I’m forsaken, I know not for why
GLASGOW,
Printed by J. & M. Robertson, Saltmarket, 1803
# Rambling boy with the answer (1)

THE RAMBLING BOY
WITH THE
ANSWER.
TO WHICH ARE ADDED,
THE GALLANT SAILOR.
The new way of Admiral BENBOW.
CYNTHIA’S PERPLEXITY.
GLASGOW,
Printed by J. & M. ROBERTSON, Saltmarket,
1803.
* The Rambling Boy
* Answer to the Rambling Boy
* The Gallant Sailor
* The New Way of Admiral Benbow
* Cynthia's Perplexity
This work was published before January 1, 1930, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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# Rambling boy with the answer (1)/The Rambling Boy

THE RAMBLING BOY.
I Am a rake and a rambling boy. I’m lately come from Auchnacloy; A rambling boy although I be, I'll forsake them all and go with thee.
My father promis’d me houses and land. If I would be at his command ; At his command, love, I ne’er will be ; I’ll forsake them all love and go with thee.
For houses and land they are but a plot, Houses and land I do value not; For houses and garden I will provide, And have my darling down by my side.
Well doth he know I can shape and few, Well doth he know I can bake and brew, I can wash his linen and dress them fine. And yet he’s gone and left me behind,
O Willie Baillie ye told me lies, You’d build me castles up to the skies, And every river should have a brigg. And every finger a fine gold ring.
O Billy, I love thee well, I love thee better than tongue can tell I love thee well though I dare not show it, My dearest dear, let no man know it.
I wish I were a black-bird or thrufh. Singing my notes from bush to bush; That all the world might plainly see, I lov’d a man, and he lov’d not me.
Or was I but a silly fly. In my love's bosom then would I lie. When all the world was fall asleep, In my love’s bosom then would I creep.
My love he came late In the night, Seeking for his sweet-heart's delight; He ran up stairs, the door he broke, And found his love all in a rope
Then he went up and cut her down, And in her bosom a note was found, Wrote in shining letters so bright, Enough a mortal’s heart to break.
“Go dig my grave both wide and deep, And cover it with a marble stone; And in the middle a turtle dove, To show the world that I dy’d for love.
'Tis not for gold that I lie here, Nor yet for jewels, know my dear; But it is for that sweet Irish boy, That has caused my sad destiny.
# Rambling boy with the answer (1)/Answer to the Rambling Boy

ANSWER. TO THE RAMBLING BOY.
A' Squire's daughter near Auchnacloy, fell in love with a servant boy, And when her father came to hear, He separated her from her dear.
Now all for to encrease her pain. He lent her true love to the main To aft the part of a gallant tar. On board the terrible man of war.
He had not been two months at sea, Before he fell in a bloody fray; It was tins young man's lot to fall. And lose his life by a cannon-ball.
The very night that he was slain, His Ghost unto her father came, With dismal groans at the bedside stood, Neck and bread all besmear'd with blood.
Her father seeing this strange sight, It very sore did him affright. It was so dark, and look’d so grim, It made him tremble in every limb
That day three weeks his love did hear, What happ'ned to her dearest dear; That very night on a beam of oak, She hung herself in her bed-rope.
Her father hearing of the sad news. It greatly then did him confuse; He wrung his hands and tore his hair. Crying, Now, alas! I'm in dispair