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# The Delineator

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The Delineator is an American magazine targeted at women in the late 19th and early 20th centuries. Notable contributors include Theodore Dreiser (editor) and L. Frank Baum.

## Volumes

* Volume 64
# Perry v. Sindermann/Concurrence Burger

* Court Documents
* Case Syllabus
* Opinion of the Court
* Concurring Opinion Burger
* Dissenting Opinions Brennan Marshall
[p603] MR. CHIEF JUSTICE BURGER, concurring.
I concur in the Court's judgments and opinions in Sindermann and Roth, but there is one central point in both decisions that I would like to underscore since it may have been obscured in the comprehensive discussion of the cases. That point is that the relationship between a state institution and one of its teachers is essentially a matter of state concern and state law. The Court holds today only that a state-employed teacher who has a right to re-employment under state law, arising from either an express or implied consent, has, in turn, a right guaranteed by the Fourteenth Amendment to some form of prior administrative or academic hearing on the cause [p604] for nonrenewal of this contract. Thus, whether a particular teacher in a particular context has any right to such administrative hearing hinges on a question of state law. The Court's opinion makes this point very sharply:
   "Property interests... are created and their dimensions are defined by existing rules or understandings that stem from an independent source such as state law...." Board of Regents v. Roth, ante, at 577.
Because the availability of the Fourteenth Amendment right to a prior administrative hearing turns in each case on a question of state law, the issue of abstention will arise in future cases contesting whether a particular teacher is entitled to a hearing prior to nonrenewal of this contract. If relevant state contract law is unclear, a federal court should, in my view, abstain from deciding whether he is constitutionally entitled to a prior hearing, and the teacher should be left to resort to state courts on the questions arising under state law.

## Notes

* ↑ This opinion applies also to No. 71-162, Board of Regents of State Colleges et al. v. Roth, ante, p. 564.
# Perry v. Sindermann/Dissent Brennan

* Court Documents
* Case Syllabus
* Opinion of the Court
* Concurring Opinion Burger
* Dissenting Opinions Brennan Marshall
[p603] MR. JUSTICE BRENNAN, with whom MR. JUSTICE DOUGLAS joins, dissenting in No. 71-162, ante, p. 564, and dissenting in part in No. 70-36.
Although I agree with Part I of the Court's opinion in No. 70-36, I also agree with my Brother MARSHALL that "respondent[s] [were] denied due process when [their] contract[s] [were] not renewed and [they were] not informed of the reasons and given an opportunity to respond." Ante, at 590. Since respondents were entitled to summary judgment on that issue, I would affirm the judgment of the Court of Appeals in No. 71-162, and, to the extent indicated by my Brother MARSHALL, I would modify the judgment of the Court of Appeals in No. 70-36.
# Perry v. Sindermann/Dissent Marshall

* Court Documents
* Case Syllabus
* Opinion of the Court
* Concurring Opinion Burger
* Dissenting Opinions Brennan Marshall
[p605] MR. JUSTICE MARSHALL, dissenting in part.
Respondent was a teacher in the state college system of the State of Texas for a decade before the Board of Regents of Odessa Junior College decided not to renew his contract. He brought this suit in Federal District Court claiming that the decision not to rehire him was in retaliation for his public criticism of the policies of the college administration in violation of the First Amendment, and that because the decision was made without giving him a statement of reasons and a hearing, it denied him the due process of law guaranteed by the Fourteenth Amendment. The District Court granted summary judgment for petitioners, but the Court of Appeals reversed and remanded the case for further proceedings. This Court affirms the judgment of the Court of Appeals.
I agree with Part I of the Court's opinion holding that respondent has presented a bona fide First Amendment claim that should be considered fully by the District Court. But, for the reasons stated in my dissenting opinion in Board of Regents v. Roth, No. 71-162, ante, p. 587, I would modify the judgment of the Court of Appeals to direct the District Court to enter summary judgment for respondent entitling him to a statement of reasons why his contract was not renewed and a hearing on disputed issues of fact.
# Mary le More, a lamentable Irish song

MARY
LE MORE,
A
Lamentable Iriſh Song.
To which is Added,
George is the Mildeſt King:
or
A New Touch on the Times.
Stirling Printed by C. Randall, 1808
* Mary le More, a lamentable Irish song
* George is the mildest king
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# Mary le More, a lamentable Irish song/George is the mildest king

GEORGE IS THE MILDEST KING
or
A New Touch on the Times.
GEORGE he is the mildeſt King that ever ſat on Britain's throne; Behold how wiſely he has acted, to his ſubjects ev'ry one!
But we're of a rebellious nature, and our minds are ne'er content; Likewiſe, the moſt of our reflections are on the King and Parliament.
There's Quakers, New-Lights Independents, Methodiſts, and Swindlers too, Thoſe minions and fanatics, are they not a filthy crew?
Thoſe hypocrites that live amongſt us, our religion they deſpiſe, Empty fools, without foundation, neither loyal, juſt, nor wiſe.
​Our Church-men they are little better, if the truth it were well known, They take the King for Britain's head, but part of his laws they will not own.
Brotherly love is out of faſhion, neighbours they cannot agree; They ſpend their money at the law, and bring themſelves to poverty.
By racking, ſharping, and deceiving, 'tis hard to find a man that's juſt Becauſe they ſeldom find the way to pay the thing they take in truſt.
There's dice-men, ſhow-men, mounting ſailors people pretending to be dumb, Fortune-tellers, and quack doctors, by ſuch vagrants we're undone.
Foreigners we do encourage, ay, dear neighbour, this is truth; Good Scots ale and highland whiſky hath no reliſh in our mouth.
Brandy and rum we chooſe to drink, and many coſtly things beſide, There's nothing that appears amongſt us but perfect poverty and pride.
Now obſerve the pride of women, who they walk with ſuch an air, ​With ribbons, ruffles, rings and fans, capuchins, and foreheads bare.
Our ſervant-maids they are ſo proud, they do reſemble their Ladies near, They have ſo many madlike dreſſes, they ſcarce can tell now what to wear.
Paints and patches for their faces, in the faſhion they muſt be, The pooreſt wife in all the town each morning ſhe muſt drink her tea.
Our men are grown ſo void of reaſon, they often leave their wedded wives, Chuſing rather to keep a Miſs, they're wearied of the married life.
Women for to leave their huſbands, is not that a double ſin? Enough to bring us on a judgement, and conſume the land we're in.
(illegible text) grant us peace and unity, for now the world ſeems at an end; When each one hates and cheat another, yea, tho' he were his near friend.
FINIS.
# 1911 Encyclopædia Britannica/Penny

See also Penny on Wikipedia; and our 1911 Encyclopædia Britannica disclaimer.
​PENNY (Mid. Eng. peni or peny, from O. Eng. form penig, earlier penning and pending; the word appears in Ger. Pfennig and Du. penning; it has been connected with Du. pand, Ger. Pfand, and Eng. “pawn,” the word meaning a little pledge or token, or with Ger. Pfanne, a pan), an English coin, equal in value to the one-twelfth of a shilling. It is one of the oldest of English coins, superseding the sceatta or sceat (see Numismatics; and Britain: Anglo Saxon, § “Coins”). It was introduced into England by Offa, king of Mercia, who took as a model a coin first struck by Pippin, father of Charlemagne, about 735, which was known in Europe as novus denarius. Offa’s penny was made of silver and weighed 221/2 grains, 240 pennies weighing one Saxon pound (or Tower pound, as it was afterwards called), hence the term pennyweight (dwt.). In 1527 the Tower pound of 5400 grains was abolished, and the pound of 5760 grains adopted instead. The penny remained, with some few exceptions, the only coin issued in England until the introduction of the gold florin by Edward III. in 1343. It was not until the reign of Edward I. that halfpence and farthings became a regular part of the coinage, it having been usual to subdivide the penny for trade purposes by cutting it into halves and quarters, a practice said to have originated in the reign of Æthelred II. In 1257, in the reign of Henry III., a gold penny, ​of the value of twenty silver pence, was struck. The weight and value of the silver penny steadily declined from 1300 onwards, as will be seen from the following table:—
The last coinage of silver pence for general circulation was in the reign of Charles II. (1661–1662), since which time they have only been coined for issue as royal alms on Maundy Thursdays. Copper halfpence were first issued in Charles II.’s reign, but it was not until 1797, in the reign of George III., that copper pence were struck. This copper penny weighed 1 oz. avoirdupois. In the same year copper twopences were issued weighing 2 oz., but they were found too cumbersome and were discontinued. In 1860 bronze was substituted for the copper coinage, the alloy containing 95 parts of copper, 4 of tin, and 1 of zinc. The weight was also reduced, 1 ℔ of bronze being coined into 48 pennies, as against 24 pennies into which 1 ℔ of copper was coined.
# MacGregor Aurara (1817, Stirling)

MACGREGOR AURARA,
SAVOURNA DELISH,
POOR JACK
AND
If I should get laughing at that.
PRINTED FOR, AND SOLD WHOLESALE BY, J. FRASER, PRINTER, STIRLING.
1817.
* Macgregor Aurara
* Savourna Delish
* Poor Jack
* If I Should Get Laughing at That
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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# MacGregor Aurara (1817, Stirling)/Poor Jack

POOR JACK.
# MacGregor Aurara (1817, Stirling)/Macgregor Aurara

MACGREGOR AURARA.
# MacGregor Aurara (1817, Stirling)/Savourna Delish

SAVOURNA DELISH.
# MacGregor Aurara (1817, Stirling)/If I Should Get Laughing at That

IF I SHOULD GET LAUGHING AT THAT.
FINIS.
# If I Should Get Laughing at That

* "If I Should Get Laughing at That", in MacGregor Aurara (1817), a chapbook printed in Stirling
* "The laughing song", in True lover's garland (1817), a chapbook printed in Falkirk
* "If I should get laughing at that", in Prevailing fashions (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Stirling
# Prevailing fashions/If I should get laughing at that

if i should get laughing at that.
In the days of my childhood I sported and play'd among the young ⟨la⟩sses around, ⟨I⟩ was fond then of laughing, my grandmother said, none merrier ever was found : ⟨To⟩ fill up the moment with joy and delight, I scarcely new what to be at; ⟨For⟩ whatever was pleasing that came to my sight, O I could not help laughing at that.
⟨Still⟩ the humour prevails, tho' maturer I‘m grown, I'm happy to smile time away, And the frolicks of fancy I did call my own, And I pleasently spin out the day ; Let the dull of the splenetic censure or chide, at my innocent freedom and chat, O I'd tire to hear their nonsensical pride, for I cannot help laughing at that.
Young Colin declares for a husband I'm fit, so he courts me from morning to night, He talkes of the Parson the Church, and the Ring; in praise too of conjugal chat; On the charms of my parson displays all his wit; and I own that it gives me delight, ​O this wedlock must sure be an excellent thing, but I must not get laughing at that.
At length to his wishes were I to comply, as at length I ⟨seem⟩ to incline. But if on his promises I may rely, not to check the good humour of thine;
to church with young Colin I'd soon trip away,
and answer ⟨all⟩ questions quite pat, When I com to the critical word, call’d Obey, la; if I should get laughing at that.
FINIS.
# True lover's garland (1)/The laughing song

THE LAUGHING SONG.
In the days of my childhood as sportive I play'd Among the young lasses arouud I was fond then of laughing my grandmother said None merrier ever was found: To fill up the moments with joy and delight, I scarcely knew what I'd be at; Whatever was pleasing that came to my sight, I could not help laughing at that.
Still the humour prevails tho' maturer I'm grown, I am happy to smile time away; The frolicks of fancy I still make my own, And pleasantly spin out the day; ​When the dull or the splenetic, censure or chide At my innocent freedom and prate. I titter to bear their nonsenical pride, For I cannot help laughing at that.
Young Collin declares for husband I 'm fit, So he courts me from morning to night; On the charms of my person displays all his wit, And I own that it gives me delight; He talks of the parson, the church, and the ring, In praise too of conjugal chat, That wedlock, indeed, is an excellent thing, So I must not get laughing at that.
At length with his wishes if I should comply, As at present I seem to incline, If but on his promises I may rely, Not to check this good humour of mine, To church with young Collin I'd soon trip away. And answer all questions quite pat; When it comes to the critical word call'd Obey, I shall scarcely keep laughing at that.
# True lover's garland (1)/Shannon's flowery banks

SHANNON's FLOWERY BANKS.
In summer when the leaves were green, and blossoms deck'd each tree, Young Sandy then declar'd his love, his artless love to me. ​On Shannon's flowery banks we sat, and there be told his tale; Oh, Mary, softest of thy sex, O let fond love prevail!
Ah! well-a-day! you see me pine in sorrow and despair, Yet heed me not———then let me die, and end my grief and care! Ah no! dear youth I softly said; such love demands my thanks: And here I vow in lasting truth, on Shannon s flow'ry banks.
And here we vow'd our lasting truth, on Shannon's flow'ry banks ; And then we gather'd sweetest flowers, and play'd such artless pranks; But woe's me! the press gang came, and forc'd my love away Just when we nam'd next morning fair to be our wedding day!
Dear Sandy cry'd, They've forc'd me hence, but still my heart is thine; All peace be yours my Mary dear, while war and toil be mine; With riches I'll return to thee I sobb'd out words of thanks; And then he vow'd his constant love
​And then he vow'd his constant love on Shannon s flow'ry banks, And then I saw him sail away and join the hostile ranks From morn to eve, for twelve dull months, his absence sad I mourn'd: The peace was made the ship came back, but Sandy ne'er return'd.
His beauteous face, his manly form, has won a nobler fair; My Sandy's ⟨false⟩ and I forlorn, must die in sad despair! Ye gentle maidens see me laid, while you stand round in ranks, And plant a willow o'er my head, on Shannon's flow'ry banks.
# True lover's garland (1)/The lass at the mill

THE LASS AT THE MILL.
By the side of a stream at the foot of a hill, I met with young Nancy who lives at the mill, My heart leapt with joy at so pleasing a sight, For Nancy I vow is my only delight.
I told her my love and sat down by her side; And swore the next morning I d make her my bride In anger she said, Get out of my sight, And go to your Jenny, you met here last night.
​Surpriz'd, I replied, Pray explain what you mean, I never, I vow, with young Jenny was seen; Nor can I conceive what my Nancy is at. O can't you! she cry'd: well I love you for that.
Say did you not meet her last night on this spot? O Jamie! O Jamie! you can't have forgot; I heard the whole story this morning from Mat; You still may deny it, I love you for that.
’Tis false. I reply d, dear Nancy believe; For Mat is a rover, and means to deceive: You very well know he has ruin'd young Pat, And sure my dear charmer must hate him for that.
Come, come then, she cry'd, if you man to be kind, I'll own 'twas to know the true state of your mind. Transported, I kiss'd her, she gave me a pat; I made her my wife, and she loves me for that.
FINIS.
Falkirk———T. Johnston, Printer.
# True lover's garland (1)/Will's courtship, and Katie's victory

WILL’S COURTSHIP,
AND
KATIE'S VICTORY.
YE lads and lasses, far and near, Come listen to my ditto, O, How muirland Will, at Glasgow Fair, Pick’d up a maid so pretty, O. As Will was walkin’ up the street, He almost tint his senses, O, For ilka lass that he did meet So kill’d him wi’ their glances, O.
At last a fair one she came by, Will's very een enriched, O, He stood and mus’d, and gaz’d around, Just like a man bewitched, O. At last, Will he recover'd strength, And says, My lovely creature, O, Your beauty rare makes you exceed All other works of nature, O.
And if that you could fancy me, Or on poor Will tak' pity, O, My riches a’ I'd freely gi'e To you, my lovely Katie, O. I ha’e a house, a guid kail yard, And twa milk kye for butter, O, A note or twa in the kist neuk,
​Will had na very much to say, Yet it was something funny, O; But, for to ct a long tale short, He bragg’d weel o’ his money, O. The lassie’s heart was easy won, She lik’d to hear o’ riches, O; Besides, she thought o’er simple Will She’d easy wear the breeches, O.
So Will and Kate they soon were wed, But mark what follow’d after, O; The honey moon was senreely pass’d, Till they fill’d the town wi’ laughter, O; For Will supp’d brose, and Kate lov’d tea, This caus'd their first disaster, O: Then worse and worse the contest grew, Will curs’d her for a waster, O.
Then Kate she rose in furious rage, And at him she let blatter, O, The poker, tongs, and ladle, too, On Will’s poor head play’d rattle, O. She cried, You rogue, are you begun To starve me here already, O? Is this the vow you made to me, To keep me like a lady, O?
But by my faith I'll let you know I’m made o’ better metal, O, Than to be starv’d by any sot, Whilst I can give him battle, O. ​She broke his shins, she tore his hair, She made poor Will to wonder, O; The pots and pans, and stools and chairs, About his head did thunder, O!
Will was na us’d in sic a fray, He ran out-by for shelter, O, Cryin’, Curse upon the fatal day That I to Kate was halter'd, O; For had I ta’en a country maid, Tho’ row’d up in her plaidie, O, A richer man I wou’d ha’e been, Than with the Glasgow lady, O.
# Seven excellent songs

Dated from the Scottish Book Trade Index.
SEVEN EXCELLENT
SONGS.
FAIR ELIZA.
HELEN'S TOMB.
STRATHALLAN'S LAMENT.
THE LAND O' THE LEAL.
TO THE EVENING STAR.
THE BANKS OF NITH.
BONNIE DOON
NEWTON-STEWART:
PRINTED, AND SOLD WHOLESALE AND RETAIL, BY J. M'NAIRN.
* Fair Eliza
* Helen's tomb
* Strathallan's lament
* The land of the leal
* To the evening star
* The banks of Nith
* Bonnie Doon
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# Seven excellent songs/Fair Eliza

FAIR ELIZA.
Turn again thou fair Eliza, Ae kind blink before we part, Rew on thy despairing lover! Canst thou break his faithfu’ heart! Turn again the fair Eliza; If to love thy heart denies, For pity hide the cruel sentence, Under friendship’s kind disguise!
Thee dear maid, hae I offended? The offence is loving the: Canst thou wreck his peace for ever, Wha for thine would gladly die! While the life beats in my bosom, Thou shall mix in ilka throe: Turn again thou lovely maiden, Ae sweet smile on me bestow.
Not the bee upon the blossom, In the pride o’ sinny noon; Not the little sporting fairy, All beneath the simmer moon; ​Not the poet in the moment Fancy lightens on his e’e, Kens the pleasure, feels the rapture That thy presence gies to me.
# Seven excellent songs/Helen's tomb

HELEN’S TOMB.
At morn a dew bathed rose I past, All lovely on its native stalk, Unmindful of the noon day blast, That strew’d it on my evening walk.
So. when the morn of life awoke, My hopes sat bright on fancy’s bloom, Forgetful of the death-aimed stroke, That laid them in my Helen’s tomb.
Watch there my hopes! watch Helen sleep, Nor more with sweet-lipped Fancy rave, But with the long grass sigh, and weep At dewy eve by Helen’s grave.
# Seven excellent songs/Strathallan's lament

STRATHALLAN’S LAMENT.
Thickest night o’erhang my dwelling! Howling tempests o’er me rave! Turbid torrents, wintry swelling, Still surround my lonely cave!
Crystal streamlets gently flowing, Busy haunts of base mankind, Western breezes softly blowing, Suit not my distracted mind.
In the cause of right engaged, Wrongs injurious to redress, Honour’s war we strongly waged, But the heavens deny’d success.
Ruin’s wheel has driven o’er us, Not a hope that dare attend, The wide world is all before us— But a world without friend.
# Seven excellent songs/The land of the leal

THE LAND O’ THE LEAL.
I’m wearing awa, Jean, like snaw when it's shaw, Jean, I’m wearing awa To the land o’ the leal. There’s nae sorrow there, Jean. There’s nae cauld nor care, Jean, The day is aye fair, In the land o’ the leal.
Ye were aye leal and true, Jean, Your task’s ended now, Jean And I’ll welcome you, To the land o’ the leal. Our bonny bairn’s there, Jean, She was baith gude and fair, Jean, And we grudg’d her right sair To the land o’ the leal.
​hen dry that tearful ee, Jean; My soul langs to be free, Jean, And angels wait on me To the land o’ the leal. Now, fare ye weel, my ain, Jean, This warld’s care is vain, Jean, We’ll meet, and aye be fain, In the land o’ the leal.
# Seven excellent songs/To the evening star

TO THE EVENING STAR.
Star, that bringest home the bee, And sett’st the weary labrour free! If any star shed peace, ’tis thou, That send’st from above, Appearing when Heaven’s breath and brow Are sweet as her’s we love.
Come to the luxuriant skies, Whilst the landscape’s odours rise, Whilst far-off lowing herds are heard, And songs, when toil is done, From cottages whose, smoke unstirr’d Curls yellow in the sun.
Star of love’s soft interviews, Parted lovers on thee muse; Their remembrancer in heaven Of thrilling vows thou art, Too delicious to be riven By absence from the heart.
# Seven excellent songs/Bonnie Doon

BONNIE DOON.
Ye banks and braes o’ bonnie Doon, How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair; How can ye chant ye little birds And I sae weary fu’ o’ care! Thou’ll break my heart thou warbling bird, That wantons thro’ the flowering thorn: That minds me o’ departed joys, Departed never to return.
Oft hae I rov’d by bonnie Doon, To see the rose and woodbine twine; And ilk a bird sang o’ its luve, And, fondly, sae did I o’ mine, ​Wi’ lightsome heart I pu’d a rose Fu’ sweet upon its thorny tree; And my fause lover stole my rose, But ah! he left the thorn wi’ me.
# The Bonnie Wee Thing

* "Bonnie Wee Thing", in The Book of Scottish Song (1843), edited by Alexander Whitelaw
* "The Bonie Wee Thing", in The Poetical Works of Robert Burns (1887), edited by Alexander Smith
# The Book of Scottish Song/Bonnie Wee Thing

Bonnie Wee Thing.
["Composed," says Burns, "on my little idol, the charming, lovely Davies."—Adapted to a tune with the same title, given by Oswald.]
Bonnie wee thing, cannie wee thing, Lovely wee thing, wert thou mine, I wad wear thee in my bosom, Lest my jewel I should tine.
Wistfully I look and languish In that bonnic face o' thine; And my heart it stounds wi' anguish, Lest my wee thing be na mine.
Wit, and grace, and love, and beauty, In ae constellation shine; To adore thee is my duty, Goddess o' this soul o' mine!
Bonnie wee thing, cannie wee thing, Lovely wee thing, wert thou mine, I wad wear thee in my bosom, Lest my jewel I should tine.
# Bonnie Wee Thing

This poem was written in honour of Deborah Duff Davies.
* "Bonnie Wee Thing" in The Book of Scottish Song (1843), edited by Alexander Whitelaw
* "The Bonie Wee Thing", in The Poetical Works of Robert Burns (1887), edited by Alexander Smith
* "Bonnie Wee Thing" in The Hundred Best Poems (lyrical) in the English language - second series (1904)