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# Outlines of Metaphysic

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Original German edition: Grundzüge der Metaphysik (1883)

## TABLE OF CONTENTS.

* Editor's Preface
* Introduction
FIRST PRINCIPAL DIVISION. ONTOLOGY.
* Preliminary Remarks
| I. | Of the Significance (Conception) of Being |
| II. | Of the Content of the Existent |
| III. | Of the Conception of Reality |
| IV. | Of Change |
| V. | Of Causes and Effects |
SECOND PRINCIPAL DIVISION. COSMOLOGY.
* Preliminary Remark
| I. | Of Space, Time, and Motion |
| II. | Of Matter |
| III. | Of the Coherency of Natural Events |
THIRD PRINCIPAL DIVISION. PHENOMENOLOGY.
| I. | Of the Subjectivity of Cognition |
| II. | Of the Objectivity of Cognition |
| III. | Summary and Conclusion |
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# Outlines of Logic and Encyclopaedia of Philosophy

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Original German edition: Grundzüge der Logik und Encyclopädie der Philosophie (1883)

## TABLE OF CONTENTS.

   * Editor's Preface
I. LOGIC.
         * Introduction
    FIRST PRINCIPAL DIVISION. PURE LOGIC.
      * Chapter I. The Formation of Concepts
      * Chapter II. Of Judgments
      * Chapter III. Of Syllogisms
    SECOND PRINCIPAL DIVISION. APPLIED LOGIC.
      * Chapter I. Application of the Forms of the Concept
      * Chapter II. Concerning the Adducing of Proof
      * Chapter III. The Process of Thought in Discovery
II. ENCYCLOPÆDIA OF PHILOSOPHY.
         * Introduction
      * Section I. Theoretical Philosophy
      * Section II. Practical Philosophy
      * Section III. Philosophy of Religion
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# Oregon-Washington Navigation Company v. McGinn

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United States Supreme Court
258 U.S. 409
Oregon-Washington Navigation Company v. McGinn
Argued: and Submitted March 17, 1922. --- Decided: April 10, 1922
Messrs. Wm. R. Harr, of Washington, D. C., and John F. Reilly, of Portland, Or., for petitioner.
Mr. R. L. Edmiston, of Spokane, Wash., for respondent.
[Argument of Counsel from page 410-411 intentionally omitted]
Mr. Justice CLARKE delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Oregon

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* "Oregon," in the Encyclopædia Britannica, Ninth Edition (1875-1889)
* "Oregon" (Russian: "Орегон"), in the Brockhaus and Efron Encyclopedic Dictionary (Russian: "Энциклопедический словарь"), Volume XXII (1897)
* "Oregon" (Russian: "Орегон"), in the Small Brockhaus and Efron Encyclopedic Dictionary (Russian: "Малый энциклопедический словарь Брокгауза и Ефрона") (1899-1902)
* "Oregon" (Russian: "Орегон"), in the Jewish Encyclopedia of Brockhaus and Efron (Russian: "Еврейская энциклопедия") (1906-1913)
* "Oregon," in the Encyclopædia Britannica (1911)
* "Oregon" (Russian: "Орегон"), in the New Encyclopedic Dictionary (Russian: "Новый энциклопедический словарь") (1911-1916)
* "Oregon," in The New Student's Reference Work (1914)
* Oregon: Her history, her great men, her literature, a historical work by Johan Baptiste Horner (1919)
* Oregon, My Oregon, the official state song of Oregon, by John Andrew Buchanan, music by Henry Bernard Murtagh (1920)
* "Oregon," in Collier's New Encyclopedia (1921)
* "Oregon," in the Encyclopædia Britannica (1922)
* Oregon, End of the Trail, a book on the state of Oregon compiled by the Writers' Program of the Work Projects Administration (1940)
# Oregon-Washington Nav Company v. United States

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United States Supreme Court
255 U.S. 339
Oregon-Washington Nav Company v. United States
Argued: Jan. 13, 1921. --- Decided: March 7, 1921
Messrs. William R. Harr and Charles H. Bates, both of Washington, D. C., for appellant.
[Argument of Counsel from pages 339-342 intentionally omitted]
Mr. Assistant Attorney General Davis, for the United States.
Mr. Justice McKENNA delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Oregon's Native Americans During the Sesquicentennial Anniversary of Oregon

Oregon's Native Americans During the Sesquicentennial Annivesary of Oregon. Congressional Record: February 13, 2009 (Extensions of Remarks) Page E276. From the Congressional Record Online via GPO Access [wais.access.gpo.gov] DOCID:cr13fe09-26.
OREGON'S NATIVE AMERICANS DURING THE SESQUICENTENNIAL ANNIVERSARY OF OREGON
 ______  
 HON. DAVID WU
 of oregon
 in the house of representatives
 Friday, February 13, 2009
Mr. WU. Madam Speaker, on February 14, 2009 we will mark the 150th anniversary of Oregon's admission to the Union. We have much to reflect upon and celebrate since Oregon became the 33rd state. As we commemorate this occasion, I would like to highlight the role of Indian tribes in Oregon.
We must not forget the original inhabitants of what we now call Oregon. Native Americans have been living in this region for well over 12,000 years. During this time tribes developed strong cultures and economies, many of which were well documented first via oral histories, and later by white settlers. Many of the tribes were formally recognized by the United States when treaties were signed in 1855, four years before Oregon became a state.
We must not attempt to overlook the loss of lives, culture, and well-being that tribes have experienced during the last several hundred years. However, what we can do, and must do, is remember and celebrate the first Oregonians; their history before Oregon; and their cultural, economic, and political contributions during the last 150 years. Nine federally recognized tribes exist in Oregon. Each tribe has its own history that is interwoven with the history of Oregon. Today many tribes are experiencing economic development and cultural revitalization through self-determination. For others, more work needs to be done. Poverty in Indian country continues to be greater than in the rest of the United States. But as we move into the next 150 years of Oregon's history, it is my hope that the federal government, the state of Oregon, and the tribes can work together to improve the lives of tribal members and others in their communities.
So on the occasion of Oregon's sesquicentennial, I recognize the Indian tribes for their historical, cultural, political, and economic contributions to the state of Oregon.
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# Our American Holidays - Christmas/Christmas Song

CHRISTMAS SONG
EDMUND HAMILTON SEARS
Calm on the listening ear of night
 Come heaven's melodious strains,
Where wild Judea stretches far
 Her silver-mantled plains;
Celestial choirs from courts above
 Shed sacred glories there;
And angels with their sparkling lyres
 Make music on the air.
The answering hills of Palestine
 Send back the glad reply,
And greet from all their holy heights
 The day-spring from on high:
O'er the blue depths of Galilee
 There comes a holier calm, And Sharon waves, in solemn praise,
 Her silent groves of palm.
"Glory to God!" The lofty strain
 The realm of ether fills:
How sweeps the song of solemn joy
 O'er Judah's sacred hills!
"Glory to God!" The sounding skies
 Loud with their anthems ring;
"Peace on the earth; good-will to men,
 From heaven's eternal King!"
Light on thy hills, Jerusalem!
 The Saviour now is born:
More bright on Bethlehem's joyous plains
 Breaks the first Christmas morn;
And brighter on Moriah's brow,
 Crowned with her temple-spires,
Which first proclaim the new-born light,
 Clothed with its Orient fires.
This day shall Christian lips be mute.
 And Christian hearts be cold?
Oh, catch the anthem that from heaveu
 O'er Judah's mountains rolled!
When nightly burst from seraph-harps
 The high and solemn lay,— "Glory to God! on earth be peace;
 Salvation comes to-day!"
# Our American Holidays - Christmas/Colonial Christmases

COLONIAL CHRISTMASES
ALICE MORSE EARLE
The first century of colonial life saw few set times and days for pleasure. The holy days of the English Church were as a stench to the Puritan nostrils, and their public celebration was at once rigidly forbidden by the laws of New England. New holidays were not quickly evolved, and the sober gatherings for matters of Church and State for a time took their place. The hatred of "wanton Bacchanallian Christmasses" spent throughout England, as Cotton said, in "revelling, dicing, carding, masking, mumming, consumed in compotations, in interludes, in excess of wine, in mad mirth," was the natural reaction of intelligent and thoughtful minds against the excesses of a festival which had ceased to be a Christian holiday, but was dominated by a lord of misrule who did not hesitate to invade the churches in time of service, in his noisy revels and sports. English Churchmen long ago revolted also against such Christmas observance.
Of the first Pilgrim Christmas we know but little, save that it was spent, as was many a later one, in work. . . .
By 1659 the Puritans had grown to hate Christmas more and more; it was, to use Shakespeare's words, "the bug that feared them all." The very name smacked to them of incense, stole, and monkish jargon; any person who observed it as a holiday by forbearing of labor, feasting, or any other way was to pay five shillings fine, so desirous were they to "beate down every sprout of Episcopacie." Judge Sewall watched jealously the feeling of the people with regard to Christmas, and noted with pleasure on each succeeding year the continuance of common traffic throughout the day. Such entries as this show his attitude: "Dec. 25, 1685. Carts come to town and shops open as usual. Some somehow observe the day, but are vexed I believe that the Body of people profane it, and blessed be God no authority yet to compel them to keep it." When the Church of England established Christmas services in Boston a few years later, we find the Judge waging hopeless war against Governor Belcher over it, and hear him praising his son for not going with other boy friends to hear the novel and attractive services. He says: "I dehort mine from Christmas keeping and charge them to forbear."
Christmas could not be regarded till this ​century as a New England holiday, though in certain localities, such as old Narragansett—an opulent community which was settled by Episcopalians—two weeks of Christmas visiting and feasting were entered into with zest by both planters and slaves for many years previous to the revolution.
# Our American Holidays - Christmas/Cradle Hymn

CRADLE HYMN
ISAAC WATTS
Hush, my dear, lie still and slumber;
 Holy angels guard thy bed;
Heavenly blessings without number
 Gently falling on thy head.
Sleep, my babe, thy food and raiment,
 House and home, thy friends provide;
All without thy care, or payment,
 All thy wants are well supplied.
How much better thou'rt attended
 Than the Son of God could be.
When from heaven He descended,
 And became a child like thee!
Soft and easy is thy cradle;
 Coarse and hard thy Saviour lay.
When His birthplace was a stable,
 And His softest bed was hay.
See the kindly shepherds round him,
 Telling wonders from the sky!
When they sought Him, there they found Him,
With his Virgin-Mother by.
See the lovely babe a-dressing;
 Lovely infant, how He smiled!
When He wept, the mother's blessing
 Soothed and hushed the holy child.
Lo, He slumbers in His manger,
 Where the honest oxen fed;
—Peace, my darling! here's no danger!
 Here's no ox a-near thy bed!
Mayst thou live to know and fear Him,
 Trust and love Him all thy days;
Then go dwell forever near Him,
 See His face, and sing His praise!
I could give thee thousand kisses,
 Hoping what I most desire;
Not a mother's fondest wishes
 Can to greater joys aspire.
# Our American Holidays - Christmas/Christ’s Nativity

Awake, glad heart! get up and sing!
It is the Birthday of thy King.
 Awake! awake!
 The sun doth shake
Light from his locks, and, all the way
Breathing perfumes, doth spice the day.
Awake! awake! hark how th' wood rings,
Winds whisper, and the busy springs
 A concert make!
 Awake! awake! Man is their high-priest, and should rise
To offer up the sacrifice.
I would I were some bird, or star,
Fluttering in woods, or lifted far
 Above this inn,
 And road of sin!
Then either star or bird should be
Shining or singing still to thee.
I would I had in my best part
Fit rooms for thee! or that my heart
Where so clean as
 Thy manger was!
But I am all filth, and obscene;
Yet, if thou wilt, thou canst make clean.
Sweet Jesu! will then. Let no more
This leper haunt and soil thy door!
 Cure him, ease him,
 O release him!
And let once more, by mystic birth, The Lord of life be born in earth.
# Our American Holidays - Christmas/December

DECEMBER
HARRIET F. BLODGETT
I
Oh! holly branch and mistletoe.
 And Christmas chimes where'er we go.
And stockings pinned up in a row!
 These are thy gifts, December!
II
And if the year has made thee old,
 And silvered all thy locks of gold,
Thy heart has never been a-cold
 Or known a fading ember.
III
The whole world is a Christmas tree,
 And stars its many candles be.
Oh! sing a carol joyfully
 The year's great feast in keeping!
IV
For once, on a December night
 An angel held a candle bright.
And led three wise men by its light
 To where a child was sleeping.
# Our American Holidays - Christmas/Church Decking At Christmas

CHURCH DECKING AT CHRISTMAS
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH
Would that our scrupulous sires had dared to  leave  Less scanty measure of those graceful rites
And usages, whose due return invites
A stir of mind too natural to deceive;
Giving the memory help when she could weave
 A crown for Hope!—I dread the boasted  lights
 That all too often are but fiery blights,
Killing the bud o'er which in vain we grieve.
Go, seek, when Christmas snows discomfort
 bring.
 The counter Spirit found in some gay
 church
 Green with fresh holly, every pew a perch
In which the linnet or the thrush might sing,
 Merry and loud, and safe from prying
 search.
Strains offered only to the genial spring.
# Our American Holidays - Christmas/Fairy Faces

FAIRY FACES
ANON
Out of the mists of childhood,  Steeped in a golden glory,
 Come dreamy forms and faces,
 Snatches of song and story;
 Whispers of sweet, still faces;
 Rays of ethereal glimmer,
 That gleam like sunny heavens,
 Ne'er to grow colder or dimmer:
Now far in the distance, now shining near,
Lighting the snows of the shivering year.
 Faces there are that tremble,  Bleared with a silent weeping,
 Weird in a shadowy sorrow,  As if endless vigil keeping.
 Faces of dazzling brightness,
 With childlike radiance lighted,  Flashing with many a beauty,
 Nor care nor time had blighted.
But o'er them all there 's a glamour thrown,
Bright with the dreamy distance alone.
 Aglow in the Christmas halo,
 Shining with heavenly lustre,
 These are the fairy faces
 That round the hearthstone cluster.
These the deep, tender records,
 Sacred in all their meetness,
 That, wakening purest fancies,
 Soften us with their sweetness;
As, gathered where flickering fagots burn,
We welcome the holy season's return.
# Our American Holidays - Christmas/Christmas Song (Ward)

CHRISTMAS SONG
LYDIA A. C. WARD
Why do bells for Christmas ring? Why do little children sing?
Once a lovely, shining star,
Seen by shepherds from afar,
Gently moved until its light
Made a manger-cradle bright.
There a darling baby lay
Pillowed soft upon the hay.
And his mother sang and smiled,
"This is Christ, the holy child."
So the bells for Christmas ring,
So the little children sing.
# Our American Holidays - Christmas/Christmas in the Olden Time

CHRISTMAS IN THE OLDEN TIME
WALTER SCOTT
On Christmas-eve the bells were rung; The damsel donned her kirtle sheen; The hall was dressed with holly green; Forth to the wood did merry men go, To gather in the mistletoe. Thus opened wide the baron's hall To vassal, tenant, serf and all; Power laid his rod of rule aside And ceremony doffed his pride. The heir, with roses in his shoes, That night might village partner choose; The lord, underogating, share The vulgar game of "Post and Pair." All hailed, with uncontrolled delight, And general voice, the happy night
That to the cottage, as the crown, Brought tidings of salvation down.
The fire, with well-dried logs supplied, Went roaring up the chimney wide; The huge hall-table's oaken face, Scrubbed till it shone, the day to grace, Bore then upon its massive board No mark to part the squire and lord. Then was brought in the lusty brawn By old blue-coated serving man; Then the grim boar's head frowned on high, Crested with bays and rosemary. Well can the green-garbed ranger tell How, when and where the monster fell; What dogs before his death he tore, And all the baitings of the boar. The wassal round, in good brown bowls, Garnished with ribbons, blithely trowls. There the huge sirloin reeked: hard by Plum-porridge stood, and Christmas pye; Nor failed old Scotland to produce, At such high-tide, her savory goose.
Then came the merry maskers in, And carols roared with blithesome din. If unmelodious was the song, It was a hearty note, and strong; Who lists may in their murmuring see Traces of ancient mystery;
White shirts supplied the masquerade, And smutted cheeks the visors made; But O, what maskers richly dight, Can boast of bosoms half so light! England was "merry England" when Old Christmas brought his sports again; 'Twas Christmas broached the mightiest ale, 'Twas Christmas told the merriest tale; A Christmas gambol oft would cheer The poor man's heart through half the year.
# Once a Week (magazine)/Series 1/Volume 1/Magenta

MAGENTA.
I.
Under the willows; in the trampled maize;
Midst up-torn vines, and shatter’d mulberry rows;
In rice-fields, corn-fields, dykes by dusty ways,
And cottage-crofts, where the gold gourd-flower blows,— Swathes of Death’s scythe, wielded for two long days— The dead lie thick and still: foes all at peace with foes.
II.
So many nameless dead! no meed of glory
For all this blood, so freely pour’d, is theirs;
Yet each life here link’d many in its story
Of hopes and loves and hates, of joys and cares.
Of these unhonour’d sleepers, grim and gory,
Who knows, out of the world how much each with him bears?
III.
These were all sons or sires; husbands or brothers; Bread-winners, most of them, for homes afar. This a sick father’s stay; that a blind mother’s; For him in Paris, ’neath the evening star, A loving heart its care in labour smothers, Till taught by arms of price, how far they strike—how far!
IV.
Cry! let the poor soul wrestle with the woe Of that bereavement. Who takes thought of her? Through the illumined streets the triumphs go; Under her window waving banners stir, And shouting crowds to Notre Dame that flow. Hide, mourner, hide the tears which might such triumphs blur!
Tom Taylor.
# Once a Week (magazine)/Series 1/Volume 1/My first literary success

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# Once a Week (magazine)/Series 1/Volume 1/Maude Clare

MAUDE CLARE.
The fields were white with lily-buds, White gleamed the lilied beck; Each mated pigeon plumed the pomp Of his metallic neck.
She follow'd his bride into the church, With a lofty step and mien: His bride was like a village maid, Maude Clare was like a queen.
The minstrels made loud marriage din; Each guest sat in his place, To eat and drink, and wish good luck, To do the wedding grace;
To eat and drink, and wish good luck, To sing, and laugh, and jest: One only neither ate nor drank, Nor clapp'd her hands, nor bless'd.
"Son Thomas," his lady mother said, With smiles, almost with tears, "May Nell and you but live as true As we have done for years;
"Your father, thirty years ago, Had just your tale to tell; But he was not so pale as you, Nor I so pale as Nell."
My lord was pale with inward strife, And Nell was pale with pride; My lord gazed long on pale Maude Clare Or ever he kiss'd the bride.
No eyes were fix'd upon the bride, Or on the bridegroom more, All eyes were fix'd on grand Maude Clare, While she look'd straight before.
"Lo, I have brought my gift, my lord, Have brought my gift," she said— To bless the hearth, to bless the board, To bless the marriage-bed.
"Here's my half of the golden chain You wore about your neck, That day we waded ancle-deep For lilies in the beck:
"Here's my half of the faded leaves We pluck'd from budding bough, With feet amongst the lily-leaves,— The lilies are budding now."
He strove to match her scorn with scorn, He falter'd in his place: "Lady," he said,—"Maude Clare," he said, "Maude Clare,"—and hid his face.
She turn'd to Nell: "My Lady Nell, I have a gift for you, Tho', were it fruit, the bloom were gone, Or, were it flowers, the dew.
"Take my share of a fickle heart, Mine of a paltry love: Take it, or leave it, as you will, I wash my hands thereof."
"And what you leave," said Nell, "I'll take, And what you spurn I'll wear, For he's my lord for better and worse,
And him I love, Maude Clare.
"Yea, though you're taller by the head, More wise, and much more fair; I'll love him till he loves me best— Me best of all, Maude Clare!"
Christina G. Rossetti.
# Poems: Second Series (Dickinson)/Prelude

MY nosegays are for captives;  Dim, long-expectant eyes, Fingers denied the plucking, Patient till paradise.
To such, if they should whisper Of morning and the moor, They bear no other errand, And I, no other prayer.
# Poems: Second Series (Dickinson)/Remorse

XLIII.
REMORSE.
REMORSE is memory awake, Her companies astir,— A presence of departed acts At window and at door.
It's past set down before the soul, And lighted with a match, Perusal to facilitate Of its condensed despatch.
Remorse is cureless,— the disease Not even God can heal; For 't is his institution,— The complement of hell.
# Poems: Second Series (Dickinson)/Precedence

XXXI.
PRECEDENCE.
WAIT till the majesty of Death Invests so mean a brow! Almost a powdered footman Might dare to touch it now!
Wait till in everlasting robes This democrat is dressed, Then prate about "preferment"
And "station" and the rest!
Around this quiet courtier Obsequious angels wait! Full royal is his retinue,
Full purple is his state!
A lord might dare to lift the hat
To such a modest clay, Since that my Lord, "the Lord of lords" Receives unblushingly!
# Poems: Second Series (Dickinson)/Possession

IX.
POSSESSION.
DID the harebell loose her girdle To the lover bee, Would the bee the harebell hallow Much as formerly?
Did the paradise, persuaded, Yield her moat of pearl, Would the Eden be an Eden, Or the earl an earl?