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# The Miami Herald/1924/10/08/New York

Jarvis Andrew Lattin (1853-1941) and Mary Jane Puckett (1854-1927), and others, in the The Miami Herald on October 8, 1924.
New York
* Farmingdale, Long Island — Mr. and Mrs. Jarvis A. Lattin of Santa Barbara, Isle of Pines celebrated their golden wedding anniversary here, their former home. The couple were married in 1874 in Lake City Iowa.
* Amityville — Good looks and an over-agreeable disposition were responsible for the resignation of O. B. Evans likable young physical instructor in the local school.
* Muncie Island — The summer home of Maurice B. Thayer was the fifth to razed by fire of unknown origin in a month being burned last week. An overheated flue is blamed for the fire.
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# United States Statutes at Large/Volume 6/13th Congress/2nd Session/Chapter 22

Chap. XXII.—An Act for the relief of Henry Fanning.
To be discharged from imprisonment.Be it enacted, &c., That the secretary of the treasury be, and he is hereby authorized to cause to be discharged from his imprisonment, Henry Fanning, of the city of New York: Provided, however, That any estate, real or personal, which the said Henry Fanning may have or hereafter acquire, shall be liable to the satisfaction of the said judgment, in the same manner as if he had not been imprisoned and discharged: And provided further, That nothing in this act contained shall be so construed as to affect the liability of any co-obligor that may have been bound with the said Henry Fanning for the payment of any money to the United States.
Approved, March 9, 1814.
# Christmas Greeting to Mrs. Phillips Gamwell

Published in Beyond the Wall of Sleep. Written in 1925.
Christmas Greeting to Mrs. Phillips Gamwell—1925
As when a Pigeon loos’d in Realms remote Takes instant wing, and seeks his native cote, To speed my blessings from a barb’rous clime To thee and Providence at Christmas-time.
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# The Trees of Great Britain & Ireland/1 - Plates/Picea

The Trees of Great Britain & Ireland was a multi-volume work, privately published between 1906 and 1913. The first volume was published 1906. The plates of this volume were published separately
Plate 28.
SERVIAN SPRUCE IN BOSNIA
Plate 29.
BREWER'S SPRUCE IN AMERICA
Plate 30.
MENZIES' SPRUCE AT BEAUPORT
# The Knickerbocker Gallery/The Emperor's Bird's Nest

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Henry W. Longfellow
The Emperor's Bird's-Nest.
By H. W. Longfellow.
* ↑ Macho, the Spanish for mule.
* ↑ Golondrino, In Spanish, means a swallow and a deserter.
# The Knickerbocker Gallery/The Duellist

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Very truly, Yours &c.
R. T. Conrad
The Duellist.
By R. J. Conrad.
"Thou shall not kill."
Philadelphia, September, 1854.
* ↑ The Law of Honor is constructed by, and for the use of, people of fashion.—Dr. Paley's Moral Philosopћу.
* ↑ Alexander Hamilton.
# The King's Anthem

* "The king's anthem", in Ewe-boughts Marion (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Stirling
* "The King's anthem" in Five old songs (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Falkirk
* "King's Anthem" in Birks of Aberfeldy (1817), a chapbook printed in Edinburgh
* "The King’s Anthem" in The Melodist (1818), a chapbook printed in Falkirk
* "The King's Anthem", in Mary of Glenkilloch (1817), a chapbook printed in Falkirk
* "The King's Anthem" in The Musical Charmer (1819), a chapbook printed in Falkirk
* "The King's Anthem" in The Sailor's Tragedy (1823), a chapbook printed in Falkirk
# Ewe-boughts Marion (1)/The king's anthem

THE KING’S ANTHEM.
Fame let the trumpet sound. Tell all the world around, Great George is King! ​Tell Rome, and France, and Spain, Britannia scorns their chain; All their vile arts are vain: Great George is King!
We will his life defend, And make his power extend Wide as his fame. My choicest blessings shed On his exalted head. And make his foes to dread Great George our King.
He peace and plenty brings, While Rome’s deluded kings. Waste and destroy, Then let his people sing, Long live great George our King, From whom such blessings spring, Freedom and joy.
FINIS.
# Caladonia/The Maid of the Mill

THE MAID OF THE MILL.
I've talk'd and prattle'd to fifty fair maids, And chang'd them as oft, do you see; I've talk'd, &c. But of all the fair maids that dance on the green, The Maid of the Mill for me, The Maid of the Mill for me.
There's fifty young men have told me fine tales, And call'd me their fairest she; There's fifty young men, &c. But of all the gay youths that sport on the green, Young Harry's the lad for me, Young Harry's the lad for me.
Her eyes are as black as the sloe in the hedge, Her cheek like the blossom in May; Her eyes, &c. Her teeth are as white as the new-shorn flock, Her breath like the new-made hay: The new-made hay, the new-made hay, Her breath like the new-made hay.
He's tall and straight, like the poplar tree, His cheeks are as fresh as a rose; He's tall and straight, &c. He looks like a Spuire of high degree, When dress'd in his Sunday,s cloths, When dress'd in his Sunday's cloaths.
With hugging and kissing to church we will go, And be marry'd and lanquish no more; With hugging and kissing, &c; The bells they shall ring, and the music shall play, The Maid of the Mill will ancore, The Maid of the Mill will ancore.
# Frolicsome lady, or, The happy footman/The Maid of the Mill

To Its own proper Tune.
I’Ve kiss'd and I’ve prattled to fifty fair maids, and chang’d them as oft, d’ye see, I’ve kiss’d, &c. But of all the for maids that dance on the green. The maid of the mill for me, The maid of the mill, the maid of the mill, The maid of the mill for me.
There’s fifty young men have told me fine tales. And call’d me the fairest she, There’s fifty young men, &c. But of all the gay wrestlers that sport on the green, Young Harry’s the lad for me, Young Harry’s the lad, young Harry’s the lad, Young Harry’s the lad for me.
Her eyes are as black as the sloe on the hedge, Her face like the blossoms in May, Her eyes, &c. Her teeth are as white as the new shorn flock, Her breath like the new mown hay, The new mown hay, the new mown hay, Her breath like the new mown hay.
He’s tall and he’s straight as the poplar tree. His checks are as red as a rose ; He’s tall, &c. He looks like a squire of a high degree, When drest in his Sundays cloath's, His Sundays claoth's, his Sundays cloath's. When drest in his Sundays cloath's.
# The Maid of the Mill (unknown)

* "The Maid of the Mill", in Frolicsome lady, or, The happy footman (n.d.), a chapbook with no printing information
* "The Maid of the Mill", in Caladonia (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Stirling
* "The maid of the mill", in Ewe-boughts Marion (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Stirling
# Frolicsome lady, or, The happy footman

THE
Frolicsome Lady;
OR, THE
Happy Footman.
To which is added,
The Woman’s Weapon; or, the kind Husband’s Complaint of his Wife's unruly Tongue.
ENVY HAS EYES.
Entered according to Order.
* The Frolicsome Lady, or, The Happy Footman
* The Woman's Weapon
* A New Hunting Song
* Envy Has Eyes
* The Maid of the Mill
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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# Frolicsome lady, or, The happy footman/The Woman's Weapon

To the tune of the Milking Pail.
I Married a wife of late, The more's my unhappy fate, I took her for love as fancy might move, ’Twas not for her worldly estate: Her qualities are, few with her compare, Let me do her no wrong, I’m in the mind most women kind, Are thus inclin'd, when men’s confin’d, They cannot well rule their tongue.
Her checks are like the red rose, Which she for her beauty shows, Her teeth in a row like ivory grow. Betwixt her round chin and her nose: Her shoulders are decent, her arms they are pleasant, Her fingers are small and long, She'll coo, she'll kiss, her chief amiss, Is only this, as most wives is, She cannot well rule her tongue,
When the on her pillow lies, Her beautiful rolling eyes, Like diamonds appear, so sparkling clear, Like flora she far out vies, The goddess of flowers, and queen of the bewers, She’s delicate fair and young, She’s straight and small, nay plump Withal, Her fingers small, yet after ail. She has an unruly tongue.
​She’s learning and wit at will, Few women has greater skill. Both Latin and Greek, and French she can speak. Though borm in a watermill. Which makes her so proud, she’s wonderful loud. She doth possess all happiness, Yet nevertheless. I must confess, She has an unruly toungue
With queen Helen does does dispute, Few women can her confute. She sings, one plays, the knows all the keys, Of the violin, harp, and lute; She dances with grace her honour to trace. Which docs to her belong, With lock’s that curl, and costly pearl, She is a girl fit for an earl, If she could but rule her tongue.
She’s witty, as it is said, Let none of you be dismay’d, For I am assured it must be endured, Whatever on me is said ; Yet I’ll not disparadge, nor hinder the marriage, Be yon either old or young, When choice you make, look whom ye take. For virtue’s sake, no crosses make Grief like to a woman’s tongue.
If I was to chuse again, I’d not in a merry vein, Take she that comes next, for to be perplex’d, ’Tis a folly to complain, Before I’d lie by her, truth I would try her, How clever that clack was hung, And if l found that lofty sound, I'd quit my ground, e’er I be bound To such an unruly tongue,
​Take warning young men by me, Choose not for a charming she, Take one that is brown, scarce fit for a clown. If quiet and mild she be; For those that do scold, will make you look old, While quiet wives make men young. For beauty will blaze, and many will gaze, Who speak in their praise, which make women raise Their proud and unruly tongue.
# Frolicsome lady, or, The happy footman/A New Hunting Song

To its own proper Tune.
A Way to the field, see the morning looks gay. And sweetly bedspp'd forebodes a fine day ; The hounds are all eager the sports to embrace, And carol aloud to be led to the chace. And carol, &c.
CHORUS.
Then hark in the morn to the call of the born. And join with the jo—vial crew, While the season invites with all delights. The health giving chace to pursue.
How charming the sight when Aurora first dawns. To see the bright beagles spread over the lawns ; To welcome the sun now returning from rest, Their mattins they chant as they merrily quest. Then hark, &c.
But O how each bosom with transport it fills. To start just as Phoebus peeps over the hills; While joys each valley from valley resounds, The shouts of the hunters and cry of the hounds. Then hark, &c.
​See how the brave hunters with courage elate, Fly hedges and ditches, or top the bar’d gate; Borne by their old couriers, no dangers they fear, And give to the winds all vexation and care. Then hark, &c.
Ye Cits for the dance quit the joys of the town. And scorn the dull pleasure of sitting in down, Uncertain your toil, or for honour or wealth, Ours still is repaid with contentment and health. Then hark, &c.
# Frolicsome lady, or, The happy footman/Envy Has Eyes

To its own proper Tune
'TIS a twelvemonth a-go nay perhaps they are twain Since Thy fis neglected the nymphs on the plain And would tempt me to walk the gay meadows a-Iong To hear a soft tale or to sing him a song. To hear a soft tale or to sing him a song.
What at first was but friendship, soon grew to a flame In my heart it was love in the youth ’twas the same, From each other our passion we fought not to hide. But who should love most, was our conceit and pride.
But prudence soon whisper’d us love not too well, For envy has eyes and a tongue that will tell, And a flame without fortune's rich gift on it’s side, The grave one’s will learn, and a mother must chide.
Afraid of rebuke, he his visits forbore, And we promis'd to think of each other no more, Or to tarry with patience, a season more kind, So I put the dear Shepherd quite out of my mind.
But love breaks the fences, I vainly had made. Grows deaf to all censure, and will be repaid. If we sigh for each other, Ah, quit not your care, Condemn the god Cupid, but bless the fond pair.
# The Maid of the Mill

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* "The Maid of the Mill", a short story by Josephine Dodge Daskam Bacon
* "The Maid of the Mill", an opera by Isaac Bickerstaffe
* "The Maid of the Mill", a song by an unknown author
# Ewe-boughts Marion (1)/The maid of the mill

THE MAID OF THE MILL.
I've talk’d and prattle’d to fifty fair maids, And chang’d them as oft, do you see ; I’ve talk’d, &c. But of all the fair maids that dance on the green, The Maid of the Mill for me, The Maid of the Mill for me.
There’s fifty young men have told me fine tales, And call’d me their fairest she ; There's fifty young men, &c. ​But of all the gay youths that sport on the green, Young Harry’s the lad for me, Young Harry’s the lad for me.
Her eyes are as black as the sloe in the hedge,
Her cheek like the blossom in May ; Her eyes, &c. Her teeth are as white as the new-shorn flock, Her breath like the new-made hay : The new-made hay, the new-made hay, Her breath like the new-made hay.
He’s tall and straight, like the poplar tree, His cheeks are as fresh as a rose; He’s tall and straight &c. He looks like a Squire of high degree, When dress’d in his Sundays cloths. When dress’d in his Sunday’s cloaths.
With hugging and kissing to church we will go, And be marry’d and languish no more; With hugging and kissing, &c The bells they shall ring, and the music shall play, The Maid of the Mill will ancore, The Maid of the Mill will ancore.
# Ewe-boughts Marion (1)/The mountain flower

THE MOUNTAIN FLOWER.
My love can boast a sweeter flow’r Than can be seen in cultur’d bow’r, Where gently falls the simmer-show’r, Upon the opening blossom. This early flow’r on mountain’ side, Bedecks the slope where streamlets glide, In haste to meet the ocean’s tide, Which guards its native shore.
I love to seek the Primrose pale, That bends before the vernal gale, Which softly breathes along the vale, When Winter’s storm is o’er. In Primrose pale I sometimes trace, The sweetness of my Lucy’s face ; The tender heart, that stamps the grace, That blooms when roses wither.
# The Mountain Flower

* "The mountain flower", in Ewe-boughts Marion (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Stirling
* "The Mountain Flower", in The Black-bird (1818), a chapbook printed in Falkirk
# The Black-bird/The Mountain Flower

The Mountain-Flower.
———o———
# Caladonia/Nobody Coming to Marry Me

NOBODY COMING TO MARRY ME.
Last night the dogs did bark, I went to the gates to see When every lass had her spark, but nobody comes to me.
And its O dear what shall become of me! O dear what shall I do! Nobody coming to marry me, nobody coming to woo.
Last time that I went to my prayers, I pray’d for half a day,
Come cripple, come lame, come blind, come somebody, take me away. For its O dear, &c.
My father's a hedger and ditcher, my mother does nothing but spin; And I am a handsome young girl, but the money comes slowly in. For its O dear, &c.
They say I am beautious and fair, they say I am scornful and proud: Alas! I must now despair, for ah! I am grown very old. For its O dear, &c.
And now I must die an old maid, O dear, how shocking a thought! And all my beauty must fade, but I'm sure it is not my own fault. For its O dear, &c.
FINIS.
# Nobody Coming to Marry Me

* "Nobody Coming to Marry Me", in Caladonia (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Stirling
* "Nobody coming to marry me", in Ewe-boughts Marion (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Stirling
* "Nobody Coming to Marry Me", in Vicar of Bray (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Stirling
# Ewe-boughts Marion (1)/Nobody coming to marry me

NOBODY COMING TO MARRY ME.
Last night the dogs did bark, I went to the gates to see When every lass had her spark, but nobody comes to me.
And its O dear what shall become of me! O dear what shall I do! Nobody coming to marry me, nobody coming to woo.
Last time that I went to my prayers, I pray’d for half a day, Come cripple, come lame, come blind, come somebody, take me away. For its O dear, &c.
My father's a hedger and ditcher, my mother does nothing but spin, And I am a handsome young girl, but the money comes slowly in, For its O dear, &c.
They say I am beautious and fair, they say I am scornful and proud; Alas! I must now despair, for ah! I am grown very old. For its O dear, &c.
​And now I must die an old maid, O dear, how shocking a thought! And all my beauty must fade, but I'm sure it is not my own fault. For its O dear &c.
# Vicar of Bray/Nobody Coming to Marry Me

NOBODY coming to MARRY ME.
Last night the dogs did bark, I went to the gates to see, When every lass had her spark, But nobody comes to me.
And its O dear what shall become of me! O dear what shall I do! Nobody coming to marry me, nobody coming to woo.
​Last time that I went to my prayers, I pray'd for haif a day, Come crippJe, come lame, come blind, come somebody, take me away. For its O dear, &c.
My father's a hedger and ditcher. my mother does nothing but spin, And I am a handsome young girl, but the money comes slowly in. For its O dear, &c.
They say I am beauteous and fair, they say I am scornful and proud; Alas! must now despair, for now I am grown very old. For its O dear, &c.
And now I must die an old maid, O dear how shocking a thought!
And all my beauty must fade, but I’m sure it is not my own fault For its O dear, &c.
FINIS.
# Vicar of Bray/The Way for to Woo

THE WAY FOR TO WOO.
"Come tell me, my bonny sweet lassie, O tell me the way for to woo: Come tell me, my bonny sweet lassie, O tell me the way for to woo. Say maun I rouse your red checks like the mor- ning,
​Lips like the rose when moisten'd with dew; Say maun, rouse your son’s pauky scorning, Come tell me dear lassie, the way for to woo:
Sae far ha’e wander'd dear lassie; To see thee I have sail'd the sea; I’ve travelled over moorlands and mountains, And, houseless, rain could on the lea: I never yet try'd for to make love to ony, Never lov'd ony ti ance loved you;
Now were alane in the greenwood ae bonny; Come tell me dear lassie, the way for to woo.
"What care for your wanderings, laddie. Or yet for your sailing the sea; It was nae for nought ye of Peggy, My tocher it brought you to me. But say have e got goud for to busk me ay gaudy, With ribbons, and pearls, and breast-knots anew, A house that is canty, wi' plenishing plenty, Without them ye needna come here for to woo”
"I haena got goud for to busk you ay gaudy, Wi’ ribbons, and pearls, & breast-knots anew; I brag nae o’ my house, nor my plenty; But still I’ve a heart that is true. I carena for tocher, I ne'er heard o’ ony, Never lov’d Peggy, nor yet brack my vow; Poor fool! I ha’e wander’d for a fause floe sae bonny, I little thought this was the way for to woo."
​Yet sae as yo’ve rous'd my red chooka like the morning, And praised my cherry red mou, Ye have come over the seas, and moorlands, and mountains
What mair Johnny need ye to woo. An' far ha’e ye wander’d, I ken my dear laddie, Now ye have fand me, there's nae cause for me; Wi’ health: we’ll have plenty, I never gang gandy, I wish for nae mair than a heart that is true."
She hid her fair face in his bosom, The tears stood in each lovers e'e,
They sat on the banks of the bonnie, While the mavis sag sweet on the tree, He kiss'd her, and press'd her and call'd her his honey He look'd in her face, with a heart real and true, While oft times she sign'd, and she said "Och dear Johnny, Nane needs to tell thee the way for to woo."
# Vicar of Bray/The Improbability

THE IMPROBABILITY.
As I was musing in a grove, all by myself, as I suppos’d, Mv mind did oft-times me reprove, but by no means could be compos'd; At length by chance a friend I met, which caus’d me long to tarry, Of me she did entreat to tell her, when I had a mind to marry.
When saffron grows on every tree, and every stream flow milk and honey, When sugar grows on carrot fields, and usurers refuse money; And countrymen for judges sit, and Michaelmas falls in February, When millers do their tolls forget, O then my love and I’ll be married.
When Shrove-tide falls on Easter week, and Christmas in the month of July, When lawyers plead without a fee, and taylors they deal just and truly, When all deceit is quite put down, and truth by all men is preferred, When Indigo dyes red and brown, O then my love and I’ll be married.
When men and beasts the ocean plow, and fishes in green fields are feeding, ​When cockle-shells in streets do grow, and swans upon dry banks are breeding; When mussel-shells grow diamond rings, and glass to gold may be compared When gold is made of grey-goss wings, O than my love and I'll be married.
When women know not how to scold, and Dutchmen leave off drinking brandy, When cats do bark, and dogs do mew, and brimstone's t'ken for Sugar-candy: When Whitsuntide it does fall out all in the Month of January, When coblers works without an awl, O then my Love and I'll be married.
When Candlesticks do serve for bells, and frying-pans do serve for ladles, And in the Sea they dig for wells, and porrage-pots they do serve for cradles, When all maids prove true to their loves, and a man on his back an ox can carry; And when the mice with the cat doth play, O then my Love and I'll be married.