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# Slavery in Miniature/The Comforter

The COMFORTER.
AS after Storms, the Sun more bright appears,
That Joy is greatest which is rais'd by Fears
Adversity makes Men more fond of Wealth,
Who hath no Sickness, prizeth not his Health.
A Scene of Woe adds Pleasure to our Joys,
Still to be happy, Happiness destroys;
This long has been thrice happy Britain's Case,
Indulg'd with Plenty, Liberty and Peace,
'Till late involv'd in this intestine War,
Which we unus'd to, think it more severe.
$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,$Yet if true Subjects cordially unite
Our daring Foes shall soon be put to flight,
And Peace and Plenty all our Toils requite.
Such base pretending Rebels can't withstand,
Great GEORGE's Force, and William's brave Command.
O may his Valour with his Years advance,
Old England's Glory, and a Dread to France.
The Scourge of Spain, the Terror of all those
That now does Britain's Happiness oppose:
And then we shall in future Annals see,
That more than Marlbro' was, shall Will'am be.
# Slavery in Miniature

| While George and Justice rules our British Isle | No Popish Varlets shall our Rights defile. |
SLAVERY in Miniature: A FABLE.
Apply'd to the most Factious People of Great-Britain, 1745.
RE Britain's Peace is broken quite,
Ere Parties meet in deadly Fight;
Ere Blood is spilt and Treasure spent,
Our Crown remov'd or Kingdom rent.
Ye sensless Tribe with Patience hear,
A simple Fable, worth your Ear.
In Days of yore, when Beasts cou'd prate,
And argue on Affairs of State,
A Colony of Frogs whose Host
A free Prerogative did boast;
Till Faction, Avarice and Strife,
Depriv'd them of the happiest Life,
This Tribe inbred to Discontent,
Many Solicitations sent
To Jove, the Emp'ror of the Sky,
That he their Wish wou'd gratify,
And grant them from his radiant Seat,
A King to rule their jarring State.
But Jove their weak Request rejected,
And out of Pity long neglected;
The Consequence could plain foretel,
And bid them know when they were well.
But they unsatisfy'd persist,
That he wou'd answer their Request;
Tir'd out at last, Jove angry threw
A Log among this murm'ring Crew:
Amaz'd they stood, the mighty Fall
Diffus'd a Terror 'mongst 'em all
Their Fears dispers'd, they humbly came,
And paid due Homage to his Name.
Demur a while, was hush'd again,
They 'njoy'd, like us, a peaceful Reign;
They went, they came, they drank, they eat,
And laught nad talk'd as they thought fit.
But by Degrees their Pride grew high,
Indulg'd with too much Liberty;
They scorn their peaceful Prince's Reign,
And jarring Tumults rose again.
$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,$A King they cry! a helpless Weight,
Why don't he rise, exert his Might,
And put our daring Foes to flight?
Once more they importuned Jove,
That he'd this heedless King remove,
And grant them one whose mighty Sway
Wou'd make their Foes (and them) obey;
One active, bold, and stout beside,
And nearer to their Bands allied.
O Murmerers! Jove in Wrath reply'd.
Must I for ever bear your Pride?
You shall have Reason to complain,
And feel a cruel Tyrant's Reign.
Thus said, th' inraged Thunderer sends
A Stork triumphant o'er their Fens,
Who reign'd with arbitrary Sway,
Devouring all within his Way,
Or drove them forth, and in their Place
Advanc'd his own tyranick Race.
This fatal Change too soon appear'd,
What Groans around the Fens were heard!
Hoarse croaking Lamentations rise,
But Jove was deaf to all their Cries,
And left them, unredress'd, to bear
What they'd long sought with Earnest Pray'r.
From hence ye restless Britons learn,
'Twixt Good and Evil to discern:
All arbitrary Power disdain,
And prize that gracious Monarch's Reign,
Who rules by Law, loves Liberty,
Resolv'd his People shall be free.
Then let all Hearts in one firm Band unite,
T' repel the base Disturbers of his Right.
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# Stanley v. United States

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## Dissenting Opinion

    Douglas
United States Supreme Court
400 U.S. 936
Stanley et al. v. United States
On Petition for Writ of Certiorari from the United States Court of Appeals for the Ninth Circuit
No. 524. Argued: N/A --- Decided: December 7, 1970
Petition for writ of certiorari granted, insofar as it seeks review of affirmance by the Court of Appeals of count 5 (possession count) of convictions of petitioners Stanley, Thomas, and Massey. Judgment as to these three individuals vacated insofar as that count is concerned and case remanded to the Court of Appeals so that it may consider suggestions contained in the memorandum the Solicitor General filed here. By this remand this Court intimates no view as to merits of the Solicitor General's position. In all other respects the petition for writ of certiorari is denied.
MR. JUSTICE WHITE and MR. JUSTICE BLACKMUN dissent and would deny certiorari.
Reported below: 427 F. 2d 1066.

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# Stanley v. Schwalby (162 U.S. 255)

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United States Supreme Court
162 U.S. 255
Stanley v. Schwalby
[Syllabus from pages 255-257 intentionally omitted]
This was an action of trespass to try title, brought in the district court of Bexar county, in the state of Texas, by Mary U. Schwalby, joining her husband, J. A. Schwalby, against David S. Stanley, William R. Gibson, Samuel T. Cushing, and Joseph C. Bailey, to recover a parcel of land in the city of San Antonio.

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# Stanton v. Baltic Mining Company

Stanton v. Baltic Mining Co., 240 U.S. 103 (1916), was a case decided by the Supreme Court of the United States in which the Court upheld the validity of a tax statute called the Revenue Act of 1913, also known as the Tariff Act, Ch. 16, 38 Stat. 166 (Oct. 3, 1913), enacted pursuant to Article I, section 8, clause 1 of, and the Sixteenth Amendment to, the United States Constitution, imposing a federal income tax. Warning: template has been deprecated.
United States Supreme Court
240 U.S. 103
Stanton v. Baltic Mining Company
Argued: October 14 and 15, 1915. --- Decided: February 21, 1916
Mr. Charles A. Snow for appellant.
No appearance for appellees.
Mr. John R. Van Derlip filed a brief as amicus curioe.
[Argument of Counsel from pages 104-106 intentionally omitted]
Mr. Chief Justice White delivered the opinion of the court:

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# Simpson v. Wilson/Opinion of the Court

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United States Supreme Court
45 U.S. 709
Simpson v. Wilson
The questions in this case come up on the certificate of a division of opinion in the court below. The judgment of this court in the previous case of Wilson v. Rousseau et al., upon the second question certified in that case, disposes of the first question certified here, and is answered accordingly.
The second question certified involves the point, whether or not the assignment of an exclusive right to make and use, and to vend to others, planing-machines, within a given territory only, authorizes the assignee to vend elsewhere, out of the said territory, the plank, boards, and other materials, the product of said machines.
The court have no doubt but that it does; and that the restriction in the assignment is to be construed as applying solely to the using of the machine. There is no restriction, as to place, of the sale of the product. Certificate accordingly to court below.
This cause came on to be heard, on the transcript of the record from the Circuit Court of the United States for the District of Louisiana, and on the points and questions on which the judges of the said Circuit Court were opposed in opinion, and which were certified to this court for its opinion agreeably to the act of Congress in such case made and provided, and was argued by counsel. On consideration whereof, it is the opinion of this court,--
1. That, by law, the extension and renewal of the said patent granted to William Woodworth, and obtained by William W. Woodworth, his executor, did not inure to the benefit of said defendant to the extent that said defendant was interested in said patent before such renewal and extension; but the law saved to persons in the use of machines at the time the extension takes effect the right to continue the use.
2. That an assignment of an exclusive right to use a machine, and to vend the same to others for use, within a specified territory, does authorize an assignee to vend elsewhere, out of the said territory, plank, boards, and other materials, the product of such machine.
It is therefore now here ordered and decreed by this court, that it be so certified to the said Circuit Court.

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# Sims v. Cohen

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United States Supreme Court
390 U.S. 746
Sims v. Cohen, Acting Secretary of Health, Education, and Welfare
On Petition for Writ of Certiorari to the United States Court of Appeals for the Sixth Circuit
No. 386, Misc. Argued: N/A --- Decided: April 29, 1968
Certiorari granted; 378 F. 2d 70, reversed.
H. H. Gearinger for petitioner.
Solicitor General Marshall for respondent.
Israel Steingold for the American Trial Lawyers Association, as amicus curiae, in support of the petition.
PER CURIAM.

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# Sims v. Cohen/Opinion of the Court

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United States Supreme Court
390 U.S. 746
Sims v. Cohen
The motion for leave to proceed in forma pauperis and the petition for a writ of certiorari are granted. The judgment is reversed. Hopkins v. Cohen, 390 U.S. 530, 88 S.Ct. 1146, 20 L.Ed.2d 87.
THE CHIEF JUSTICE and Mr. Justice WHITE dissent for the reasons stated in the dissenting opinion of Mr. Justice White in Hopkins v. Cohen, 390 U.S. 535, 88 S.Ct. 1149, 20 L.Ed.2d 91.
Mr. Justice MARSHALL took no part in the consideration or decision of this case.

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# Sims v. Georgia

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* Sims v. Georgia (385 U.S. 538)
* Sims v. Georgia (389 U.S. 404)
# Sims v. Georgia (385 U.S. 538)

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United States Supreme Court
385 U.S. 538
Sims v. Georgia
Argued: Dec. 6 and 7, 1966. --- Decided: Jan 23, 1967
Jack Greenberg, New York City, for petitioner.
Dewey Hayes, Douglas, Ga., and E. Freeman Leverett, Atlanta, Ga., for respondent.
Mr. Justice CLARK delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Songs, Legends, and Ballads/Chunder Ali's Wife

CHUNDER ALI'S WIFE.
FROM THE HINDOSTANEE.
"I AM poor," said Chunder Ali, while the Mandarin above him
Frowned in supercilious anger at the dog who dared to speak;
"I am friendless and a Hindoo: such a one meets few to love him
Here in China, where the Hindoo finds the truth alone is weak.
I have naught to buy your justice; were I wise, I had not striven.
Speak your judgment;" and he crossed his arms and bent his quivering face.
Heard he then the unjust sentence: all his goods and gold were given
To another, and he stood alone, a beggar in the place.
And the man who bought the judgment looked in triumph and derision
At the cheated Hindoo merchant, as he rubbed his hands and smiled
At the whispered gratulation of his friends, and at the vision
Of the more than queenly dower for Ahmeer, his only child.
Fair Ahmeer, who of God's creatures was the only one who loved him.
She, the diamond of his treasures, the one lamb within his fold,
She, whose voice, like her dead mother's, was the only power that moved him,—
She would praise the skill that gained her all this Hindoo's silk and gold.
And the old man thanked Confucius, and the judge, and him who pleaded.
But why falls this sudden silence? why does each one hold his breath?
Every eye turns on the Hindoo, who before was all unheeded,
And in wond'ring expectation all the court grows still as death.
Not alone stood Chunder Ali: by his side Ahmeer was standing,
And his brown hand rested lightly on her shoulder as he smiled
At the sweet young face turned toward him. Then the father's voice commanding
Fiercely bade his daughter to him from the dog whose touch defiled.
But she moved not, and she looked not at her father or the others
As she answered, with her eyes upon the Hindoo's noble face:
"Nay, my father, he defiles not: this kind arm above all others
Is my choosing, and forever by his side shall be my place.
When you knew not, his clear hand had given many a sweet love-token,
He had gathered all my heartstrings and had bound them round his life;
Yet you tell me he defiles me; nay, my father, you have spoken
In your anger, and not knowing I was Chunder All's wife."
# Songs, Legends, and Ballads/Forever

FOREVER.
THOSE we love truly never die,
Though year by year the sad memorial wreath,
A ring and flowers, types of life and death,
Are laid upon their graves.
For death the pure life saves,
And life all pure is love; and love can reach
From heaven to earth, and nobler lessons teach
Than those by mortals read.
Well blest is he who has a dear one dead:
A friend he has whose face will never change—
A dear communion that will not grow strange;
The anchor of a love is death.
The blessed sweetness of a loving breath
Will reach our cheek all fresh through weary years.
For her who died long since, ah! waste not tears.
She's thine unto the end.
Thank God for one dead friend,
With face still radiant with the light of truth,
Whose love comes laden with the scent of youth,
Through twenty years of death.
# Songs, Legends, and Ballads/Golu

GOLU.
ONCE I had a little sweetheart
In the land of the Malay,—
Such a little yellow sweetheart!
Warm and peerless as the day
Of her own dear sunny island,
Keimah, in the far, far East,
Where the mango and banana
Made us many a merry feast.
Such a little copper sweetheart
Was my Golu, plump and round,
With her hair all blue-black streaming
O'er her to the very ground.
Soft and clear as dew-drop clinging
To a grass blade was her eye;
For the heart below was purer
Than the hill-stream whispering by.
Costly robes were not for Golu:
No more raiment did she need
Than the milky budding breadfruit,
Or the lily of the mead;
And she was my little sweetheart
Many a sunny summer day,
When we ate the fragrant guavas,
In the land of the Malay.
Life was laughing then. Ah! Golu,
Do you think of that old time,
And of all the tales I told you
Of my colder Western clime?
Do you think how happy were we
When we sailed to strip the palm.
And we made a latteen arbor
Of the boat-sail in the calm?
They may call you semi-savage,
Golu! I cannot forget
How I poised my little sweetheart
Like a copper statuette.
Now my path lies through the cities;
But they cannot drive away
My sweet dreams of little Golu
And the land of the Malay.
# Songs, Legends, and Ballads/Hidden Sins

HIDDEN SINS.
FOR every sin that comes before the light,
And leaves an outward blemish on the soul,
How many, darker, cower out of sight,
And burrow, blind and silent, like the mole.
And like the mole, too, with its busy feet
That dig and dig a never-ending cave,
Our hidden sins gnaw through the soul, and meet
And feast upon each other in its grave.
A buried sin is like a covered sore
That spreads and festers 'neath a painted face;
And no man's art can heal it evermore,
But only His—the Surgeon's—promised grace.
Who hides a sin is like the hunter who
Once warmed a frozen adder with his breath,
And when he placed it near his heart it flew
With poisoned fangs and stung that heart to death.
A sculptor once a granite statue made,
One-sided only, just to fit its place:
The unseen side was monstrous; so men shade
Their evil acts behind a smihng face.
O blind! foolish! thus our sins to hide,
And force our pleading hearts the gall to sip;
O cowards! who must eat the myrrh, that Pride
May smile like Virtue with a lying lip.
A sin admitted is nigh half atoned;
And while the fault is red and freshly done,
If we but drop our eyes and think,—'tis owned,— 'Tis half forgiven, half the crown is won.
But if we heedless let it reek and rot.
Then pile a mountain on its grave, and turn.
With smiles to all the world,—that tainted spot
Beneath the mound will never cease to burn.
# Songs, Legends, and Ballads/Bone and Sinew and Brain

BONE AND SINEW AND BRAIN.
YE white-maned waves of the Western Sea.
That ride and roll to the strand,
Ye strong-winged birds, never forced a-lee
By the gales that sweep toward land,
Ye are symbols of death, and of hope that saves,
As ye swoop in your strength and grace.
As ye roll to the land like the billowed graves
Of a past and puerile race.   Cry, "Presto, change!" and the lout is lord,
With his vulgar blood turned blue;
Go dub your knight with a slap of a sword,
As the kings in Europe do;
Go grade the lines of your social mode
As you grade the palace wall,—
The people forever to bear the load,
And the gilded vanes o'er all.
But the human blocks will not lie as still
As the dull foundation-stones,
But will rise, like a sea, with an awful will,
And ingulf the golden thrones;
For the days are gone when a special race
Took the place of the gilded vane;
And the merit that mounts to the highest place
Must have bone and sinew and brain.
Let the cant of "the march of mind" be heard,
Of the time to come, when man
Shall lose the mark of his brawn and beard
In the future's levelling plan:
'Tis the dream of a mind effeminate,
The whine for an easy crown;
There is no meed for the good and great
In the weakling's levelling down.
A nation's boast is a nation's bone,
As well as its might of mind;
And the culture of either of these alone
Is the doom of a nation signed.
But the cant of the ultra-suasion school
Unsinews the hand and thigh,
And preaches the creed of the weak to rule,
And the strong to struggle and die.
Our schools are spurred to the fatal race,
As if health were the nation's sin.
Till the head grows large, and the vampire face
Is gorged on the limbs so thin.
Our women have entered the abstract fields.
And avaunt with the child and home:
While the rind of science a pleasure yields
Shall they care for the lives to come?
And they ape the manners of manly times
In their sterile and worthless life.
Till the man of the future augments his crimes
With a raid for a Sabine wife.
Ho, white-maned waves of the Western Sea,
That ride and roll to the strand!
Hr, strong-winged birds, never blown a-lee
By the gales that sweep toward land!
Ye are symbols both of a hope that saves,
As ye swoop in your strength and grace.
As ye roll to the land like the billowed graves
Of a suicidal race.
Ye have hoarded your strength in equal parts;
For the men of the future reign
Must have faithful souls and kindly hearts,
And bone and sinew and brain.
# Songs, Legends, and Ballads/Dying in Harness

DYING IN HARNESS.
ONLY a fallen horse, stretched out there on the road.
Stretched in the broken shafts, and crushed by the heavy load;
Only a fallen horse, and a circle of wondering eyes
Watching the 'frighted teamster goading the beast to rise.
Hold! for his toil is over—no more labor for him;
See the poor neck outstretched, and the patient eyes grow dim;
See on the friendly stones how peacefully rests the head—
Thinking, if dumb beasts think, how good it is to be dead;
After the weary journey, how restful it is to lie
"With the broken shafts and the cruel load—waiting only to die.
Watchers, he died in harness—died in the shafts and straps—
Fell, and the burden killed him: one of the day's mishaps—,
One of the passing wonders marking the city road—
A toiler dying in harness, heedless of call or goad.
Passers, crowding the pathway, staying your steps awhile,
What is the symbol? Only death—why should we cease to smile
At death for a beast of burden? On, through the busy street
That is ever and ever echoing the tread of the hurrying feet.
What was the sign? A symbol to touch the tireless will?
Does He who taught in parables speak in parables still?
The seed on the rock is wasted—on heedless hearts of men,
That gather and sow and grasp and lose—labor and sleep—and then—
Then for the prize! A crowd in the street of ever-echoing tread—
The toiler, crushed by the heavy load, is there in his harness—dead!
# Songs, Legends, and Ballads/Dolores

DOLORES.
IS he well blest who has no eyes to scan
The woful things that shadow all our life:
The latent brute behind the eyes of man,
The place and power gained and stained by strife,
The weakly victims driven to the wall,
The subtile cruelties that meet us all
Like eyes from darksome places? Blest is he
Who such sad things is never doomed to see!
The crust of common life is worn by time,
And shines deception, as a thin veneer
The raw plank hides, or as the frozen mere
Holds drowned men embedded in its slime;
The ninety eat their bread of death and crime,
And sin and sorrow that the ten may thrive.
O, moaning sea of life! the few who dive
Beneath thy waters, faint and short of breath,
Not Dante-like, who cannot swim in death
And view its secrets, but must swiftly rise,—
They meet the light with introverted eyes.
And hands that clutch a few dim mysteries!
Our life a harp is, with unnumbered strings,
And tones and symphonies; but our poor skill
Some shallow notes from its great music brings.
We know it there; but vainly wdsh and will.
O, things symbolic! Things that mock our sense—
Our five-fold, pitiable sense—and say
A thousand senses could not show one day
As sight infinite sees it; fruitful clay,
And budding bough, and nature great with child
And chill with doom and death—is all so dense
That our dull thought can never read thy words,
Or sweep with knowing hand thy hidden chords?
Have men not fallen from fair heights, once trod
By nobler minds, who saw the works of God,
The flowers and living things, still undefiled,
And spoke one language with them? And can we,
In countless generations, each more pure
Than that preceding, come at last to see
Thy symbols full of meaning, and be sure
That what we read is all they have to tell?
# Summer Day

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* "A Summer Day", a poem by Letitia Elizabeth Landon
* "A Summer Day", a poem by Celia Thaxter
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