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# Executive Order 647

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Supersedes Executive Order 588, March 13, 1907.
Signed by President Theodore Roosevelt Friday, May 31, 1907
Under authority vested in me by law it is ordered:
* All marriages heretofore celebrated in the Canal Zone, by a minister of any religious society or denomination authorized by the forms and usages of his society or denomination to perform marriages, or by any judicial officer of the Canal Zone, shall be valid, anything contained in the laws of the Republic of Panama heretofore extended to the Canal Zone to the contrary notwithstanding.
* Any judicial officer of the Canal Zone or minister of any religious society or denomination in good standing shall be authorized to celebrate marriages within the Canal Zone; provided that the contracting parties shall first have procured a marriage license of the circuit clerk of the circuit in which the marriage is to be performed. But no such license shall be issued unless the clerk is satisfied from the oaths of the parties and by other available evidence that the man to be married is not less than seventeen and the woman not less than fourteen years of age, and that no legal impediment to the marriage is known to exist.
* The judicial officer or minister performing the marriage ceremony shall certify that fact upon and return the marriage license to the circuit clerk issuing the same, for registration. The circuit clerk shall be entitled to collect a fee of two dollars, gold, for issuing and recording the return of each marriage certificate.
* Any judicial officer or minister within the Canal Zone violating the provisions of this order shall be guilty of a misdemeanor.
Effective June 1, 1907.
The White House, May 31, 1907.
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# Executive Order 644

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Signed by President Theodore Roosevelt Wednesday, June 5, 1907
1907 CSR 124
Mr. Terence V. Powderly, of Washington, D. C., may be appointed chief of the Division of Information, in the Bureau of Immigration and Naturalization, Department of Commerce and Labor, without examination under the civil-service rules.
The White House,
    June 5, 1907.
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# Executive Order 6443

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Signed by President Franklin D. Roosevelt Wednesday, November 22, 1933
From: President of the United States Franklin Delano Roosevelt To: The Federal Register Dated: 22 November, 1933 Presidential Executive Order 6443
WHEREAS I have heretofore issued certain Executive orders whereby, by virtue of authority vested in me by Title I of the National Industrial Recovery Act of June 16, 1933 (Public No. 67, 73d Congress), I have entered into agreements with members of certain trades or industries providing that, upon specified conditions, they should operate under, and be bound by, certain provisions of certain codes of fair competition approved, or submitted for approval, under said Title I of said Act; and
WHEREAS it appears desirable to make provision for the modification of, or the granting of exceptions to, or exemptions from, said agreements in particular instances where compliance therewith would, on account of peculiar circumstances, cause undue hardship;
Now, THEREFORE, by virtue of authority vested in me by said Title I of said Act, I hereby authorize and empower the Administrator for Industrial Recovery to make such modifications of, and grant such exceptions to, and exemptions from, said agreements, or any similar agreements hereafter entered into or approved by me by Executive order, as he may, after investigation, find necessary in particular instances in order to avoid undue hardship.
Nothing contained herein shall be construed to relate to modifications of, exceptions to, or exemptions from, codes of fair competition approved under said Title I of said Act.
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# Executive Order 645

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Signed by President Theodore Roosevelt Friday, June 7, 1907
General Orders, No. 135, War Dept., June 18, 1907
The Executive Order of April 11, 1902 (General Orders, No. 38, Headquarters of the Army, Adjutant General's Office, April 17, 1902), as modified by Executive Order of March 14, 1904 (General Orders, No. 50, War Department, March 25, 1904), reserving for military purposes certain lands at the entrance to Manila Bay, Luzon, Philippine Islands, is further modified, so far as relates to the reservation on the north side of the entrance to Manila Bay, in the province of Bataan, Luzon (Mariveles Reservation), so as to exclude therefrom the lands claimed by the Manila Navigation Company, which lands are included within metes and bounds described as follows:
The initial point is designated as Station "O" on map of survey of claim of the Manila Navigation Company, made April 10, 1907, by W. C. Bunnel, junior engineer, under the direction of Major John Millis, Corps of Engineers, and is marked by an iron pipe at the S. E. corner of the property, from which pipe Corregidor Island Light bears S. 57° 00′ E. (magnetic) and Monja Island S. 26° 57′ E. (magnetic); is located from Stone Monument, Station "A" of Mariveles Reservation, as described in G. O., No. 147, War Department, Washington, Sept. 8, 1904, by the following courses: From center of Monument S. 70° 16′ 30″ E. (true) 410.7 feet to a cross cut in large rock and marked "B" on rock and drawing, this cross being 17.2 feet south of the point of Monte Parca, with Corregidor Island Light bearing S. 56° 12′ 30″ E. (true) and Monja Island S. 26° 51′ 20″ E. (true); from point "B" N. 59° 14′ 30″ E. (true), 755.165 feet to above initial point.
Beginning at Station "O," said initial point; thence N. 8° 57′ 30″ E. (true), 66.768 feet to an iron pipe, Station 1; thence N. 14° 09′ 00″ W. (true), 148.629 feet to Station 2; thence N. 36° 22′ 00″ W. (true), 148.301 feet to Station 3; thence S. 80° 00′ 20″ W. (true), 264.284 feet to an iron pipe, Station 4; thence S. 18° 32′ 00″ W. (true), 633.101 feet to an iron pipe, Station 5; thence N. 61° 13′ 00″ E. (true), 656.15 feet to point of beginning.
The White House,
       June 7, 1907.
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# Felicia Hemans in The New Monthly Magazine Volume 19 1827/The Memorial Pillar

The New Monthly Magazine, Volume 19, Pages 522-523
THE MEMORIAL PILLAR.*
"Hast thou through Eden's wild-wood vales pursued
Each mountain-scene magnificently rude,
Nor, with attention's lifted eye, revered
That modest stone which pious Pembroke rear'd,
Which still records, beyond the pencil's power,
The silent sorrows of a parting hour?"—Pleasures of Memory.
Mother and Child! whose blending tears
 Have sanctified the place,
Where to the love of many years
 Was given one last embrace;
Oh! ye have set a spell of power
Deep in your record of that hour!
A spell to waken solemn thought,
 A still, small under-tone,
That calls back days of childhood, fraught
 With many a treasure gone;
And smites, perchance, the hidden source,
Though long untroubled, of remorse.
For who that gazes on the stone
 Which marks your parting spot,
Who but a mother's love hath known,
 The one love changing not?
Alas! and haply learn'd its worth,
First with the sound of "Earth to earth?"
But thou, true-hearted Daughter! thou
 O'er whose bright honour'd head
Blessings and tears of holiest flow
 Ev'n here were fondly shed;
Thou from the passion of thy grief
In its full tide couldst draw relief.
For oh! though painful be th' excess,
 The might wherewith it swells,
In Nature's fount no bitterness
 Of Nature's mingling dwells;
And thou hadst not, by wrong or pride,
Poison'd the free and healthful tide.
But didst thou meet the face no more
 Which thy young heart first knew?
And all—was all in this world o'er
 With ties thus close and true?
It was: on earth no other eye
Could give thee back thine infancy.
No other voice could pierce the maze
 Where, deep within thy breast,
The sounds and dreams of other days
 With Memory lay at rest;
No other smile to thee could bring
A gladdening like the breath of Spring.
Yet, while thy place of weeping still
 Its lone memorial keeps,
While on thy name, midst wood and hill,
 The quiet sunshine sleeps,
And touches, in each graven line,
Of reverential thought a sign;
Can I, while yet these tokens wear
 The impress of the Dead,
Think of the love embodied there,
 As of a vision fled?
A perish'd thing, the joy and flower
And glory of an earthly hour?
Not so!—I will not bow me so
 To thoughts that breathe despair;
A loftier faith we need below,
 Life's farewell words to bear!
Mother and Child!—your tears are past,—
Surely your hearts have met at last!F. H.
# Felicia Hemans in The New Monthly Magazine Volume 19 1827/Breathings of Spring

The New Monthly Magazine, Volume 19, Pages 457-458
BREATHINGS OF SPRING.
What wak'st thou, Spring?—sweet voices in the woods,
And reed-like echoes, that have long been mute;
Thou bringest back, to fill the solitudes,
The lark's clear pipe, the cuckoo's viewless flute,
Whose tone seems breathing mournfulness or glee,
 Ev'n as our hearts may be.
And the leaves greet thee, Spring!—the joyous leaves,
Whose tremblings gladden many a copse and glade,
Where each young spray a rosy flush receives,
When thy south-wind hath pierced the whispery shade,
And happy murmurs, running through the grass,
 Tell that thy footsteps pass.
And the bright waters—they too hear thy call— Spring, the Awakener! thou hast burst their sleep;
Amidst the hollows of the rocks their fall
Makes melody, and in the forests deep,
Where sudden sparkles and blue gleams betray
 Their windings to the day.
And flowers—the fairy-peopled world of flowers!
Thou from the dust hast set that glory free,
Colouring the cowslip with the sunny hours
And pencilling the wood-anemone;
Silent they seem—yet each to thoughtful eye
 Glows with mute poesy.
But what awak'st thou in the heart, O Spring?
The human heart with all its dreams and sighs?
Thou that giv'st back so many a buried thing,
Restorer of forgotten harmonies!
Fresh songs and scents break forth, where'er thou art—
 What wak'st thou in the heart?
Too much, oh! there too much!—We know not well
Wherefore it should be thus, yet roused by thee,
What fond strange yearnings, from the soul's deep cell,
Gush for the faces we no more shall see!
How are we haunted, in thy wind's low tone,
 By voices that are gone!
Looks of familiar love, that never more,
Never on earth, our aching eyes shall meet,
Past words of welcome to our household door,
And vanish'd smiles, and sounds of parted feet—
Spring! midst the murmurs of thy flowering trees,
 Why, why reviv'st thou these?
Vain longings for the Dead!—why come they back
With thy young birds, and leaves, and living blooms?
—Oh! is it not, that from thine earthly track,
Hope to thy world may look beyond the tombs?
Yes! gentle Spring; no sorrow dims thine air,
Breathed by our loved ones there!F. H.
# Felicia Hemans in The New Monthly Magazine Volume 19 1827/The Deserted House

The New Monthly Magazine, Volume 19, Pages 238-239
THE DESERTED HOUSE.
Gloom is upon thy lonely hearth,
O silent House! once fill'd with mirth;
Sorrow is in the breezy sound
Of thy tall poplars whispering round.
The shadow of departed hours
Hangs dim upon thine early flowers;
Even in thy sunshine seems to brood
Something more deep than solitude.
Fair art thou, fair to stranger's gaze,
Mine own sweet Home of other days!
My children's birth-place!—yet for me
It is too much to look on thee!
Too much! for all about thee spread,
I feel the memory of the dead,
And almost linger for the feet
That never more my step shall meet.
The looks, the smiles,—all vanish'd now,
Follow me where thy roses blow;
The echoes of kind household words
Are with me midst thy singing-birds.
Till my heart dies, it dies away
In yearnings for what might not stay;
For love which ne'er deceived my trust,
For all which went with "dust to dust!"
What now is left me, but to raise
From thee, lorn spot! my spirit's gaze,
To lift through tears my straining eye
Up to my Father's House on high?
Oh! many are the mansions there,* But not in one hath grief a share!
No haunting shades from things gone by
May there o'ersweep th' unchanging sky.
And they are there, whose long-loved mien
In earthly home no more is seen;
Whose places, where they smiling sate,
Are left unto us desolate.
We miss them when the board is spread,
We miss them when the prayer is said;
Upon our dreams their dying eyes
In still and mournful fondness rise.
But they are where these longings vain
Trouble no more the heart and brain;
The sadness of this aching love
Dims not our Father's House above.
Ye are at rest, and I in tears.† Ye dwellers of immortal spheres!
Under the poplar boughs I stand,
And mourn the broken household band.
But by your life of lowly faith,
And by your joyful hope in death,
Guide me, till on some brighter shore,
The sever'd wreath is bound once more.
Holy ye were, and good, and true!
No change can cloud my thoughts of you.
Guide me like you to live and die,
And reach my Father's House on high!F. H.
* ↑ * "In my Father's house are many mansions."—St. John, chap.xiv.
* ↑ † From an ancient Hebrew dirge—"Mourn for the mourner, and not for the dead; for he is at rest, and we in tears."
# Felicia Hemans in The New Monthly Magazine Volume 19 1827/The Last Tree of the Forest

The New Monthly Magazine, Volume 19, Page 68
THE LAST TREE OF THE FOREST.
Whisper, thou Tree, thou lonely Tree,
 One, where a thousand stood!
Well might proud tales be told by thee,
Last of the solemn Wood!
Dwells there no voice amidst thy boughs,
 With leaves yet darkly green?
Stillness is round, and noontide glows—  Tell us what thou hast seen!
"I have seen the forest-shadows lie
 Where now men reap the corn;
I have seen the kingly chace rush by,
 Through the deep glades at morn.
"With the glance of many a gallant spear,
 And the wave of many a plume,
And the bounding of a hundred deer
 It hath lit the woodland's gloom.
"I have seen the knight and his train ride past
 With his banner borne on high;
O'er all my leaves there was brightness cast
 From his gleamy panoply.
"The pilgrim at my feet hath laid
 His palm-branch 'midst the flowers,
And told his beads, and meekly pray'd,
 Kneeling at Vesper-hours.
"And the merry men of wild and glen,
 In the green array they wore,
Have feasted here with the red wine's cheer,
 And the hunter-songs of yore.
"And the minstrel, resting in my shade,
 Hath made the forest ring
With the lordly tales of the high Crusade,
 Once loved by chief and king.
"But now the noble forms are gone,
 That walk'd the earth of old;
The soft wind hath a mournful tone,
 The sunny light looks cold.
"There is no glory left us now
 Like the glory with the dead:—
I would that where they slumber low,
 My latest leaves were shed!"—
Oh! thou dark Tree, thou lonely Tree,
 That mournest for the Past!
A peasant's home in thy shade I see,
 Embower'd from every blast.
A lovely and a mirthful sound
 Of laughter meets mine ear;
For the poor man's children sport around
 On the turf, with nought to fear.
And roses lend that cabin's wall
 A happy summer-glow,
And the open door stands free to all,
 For it recks not of a foe.
And the village-bells are on the breeze
 That stirs thy leaf, dark Tree!—
—How can I mourn, amidst things like these,
 For the stormy Past with thee?F. H.
# Felicia Hemans in The New Monthly Magazine Volume 19 1827

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Compiled By Peter J. Bolton
Contents
| | Page |
| The Last Tree of the Forest | 68 |
| Records of Woman X. Pauline | 155-157 |
| The Deserted House | 238-239 |
| The Parting Ship | 255 |
| The Graves of Martyrs | 350-351 |
| Breathings of Spring | 457-458 |
| The Memorial Pillar | 522-523 |
# Felicia Hemans in The New Monthly Magazine Volume 19 1827/The Graves of Martyrs

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The New Monthly Magazine, Volume 19, Pages 350-351
THE GRAVES OF MARTYRS.
The Kings of old have shrine and tomb,
In many a minster's haughty gloom;
And green, along the ocean-side,
The mounds arise where Heroes died;
But show me, on thy flowery breast,
Earth! where thy nameless Martyrs rest!
The thousands, that uncheer'd by praise,
Have made one offering of their days;
For Truth, for Heaven, for Freedom's sake,
Resign'd the bitter cup to take,
And silently, in fearless faith,
Bowing their noble souls to death.
Where sleep they, Earth?—by no proud stone
Their narrow couch of rest is known,
The still, sad glory of their name,
Hallows no mountain unto Fame;
No—not a tree the record bears
Of their deep thoughts and lonely prayers.
Yet haply all around lie strew'd
The ashes of that multitude;
It may be that each day we tread
Where thus devoted hearts have bled,
And the young flowers our children sow,
Take root in holy dust below.
Oh! that the many-rustling leaves
Which round our homes the summer weaves,
Or that the streams, in whose glad voice
Our own familiar paths rejoice,
Might whisper through the starry sky
To tell where those blest slumberers lie!
Would not our inmost hearts be still'd
With knowledge of their presence fill'd,
And by its breathings taught to prize
The meekness of self-sacrifice?
—But the old woods and sounding waves
Are silent of those humble graves.
Yet what if no light footstep there
In pilgrim-love and awe repair?
So let it be!—like Him, whose clay
Deep buried by his Maker lay,
They sleep in secret—but their sod,
Unknown to man, is mark'd of God.F. H.
# Felicia Hemans in The New Monthly Magazine Volume 19 1827/The Parting Ship

The New Monthly Magazine, Volume 19, Page 255
THE PARTING SHIP.
""A glittering ship, that hath the plain
Of ocean for her own domain."Wordsworth.
Go in thy glory o'er the ancient Sea,
 Take with thee gentle winds thy sails to swell;
Sunshine and joy upon thy streamers be—
 Fare thee well, Bark, farewell!
Proudly the flashing billow thou hast cleft,
 The breeze yet follows thee with cheer and song;
Who now of storms hath dream or memory left?—
 And yet the Deep is strong!
But go thou triumphing, while still the smiles
 Of Summer tremble on the water's breast!
Thou shalt be greeted by a thousand Isles,
 In lone, wild beauty drest.
To thee a welcome, breathing o'er the tide,
 The Genii-groves of Araby shall pour;
Waves that enfold the pearl, shall bathe thy side,
 On the old Indian shore.
Oft shall the shadow of the palm-tree lie
 O'er glassy bays, wherein thy sails are furl'd,
And its leaves whisper, as the wind sweeps by,
 Tales of the elder world.
Oft shall the burning stars of southern skies,
 On the mid-ocean see thee chain'd in sleep,
A lonely home for human thoughts and ties,
 Between the Heavens and Deep!
Blue seas that roll on gorgeous coasts renown'd,
 By night shall sparkle where thy prow makes way;
Strange creatures of th' abyss that none may sound,
 In thy broad wake shall play.
From hills unknown, in mingled joy and fear,
 Free dusky tribes shall pour, thy flag to mark;—
Blessings go with thee on thy lone career!
 Hail, and farewell, thou Bark!
A long farewell!—Thou wilt not bring us back
 All whom thou bearest far from home and hearth
Many are thine whose steps no more shall track
 Their own sweet native earth!
Some wilt thou leave beneath the plantain-shade,
 Where through the foliage Indian suns look bright;
Some in the snows of wintry regions laid,
 By the cold northern light:
And some far down below the sounding wave—
 Still shall they lie, though tempests o'er them sweep;
Never may flower be strown above their grave,
 Never may sister weep!
And thou—the billow's queen—e'en thy proud form
 On our glad sight no more, perchance, may swell;—
Yet God alike is in the calm and storm—
 Fare thee well, Bark! farewell!F. H.
# Felicia Hemans in The New Monthly Magazine Volume 20 1827

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Compiled By Peter J. Bolton
Contents
| | Page |
| Records of Woman IX. Edith | 33-37 |
| The Grave of a Poetess | 69-70 |
| The Antique Sepulchre | 145-146 |
| The Image in Lava | 255-256 |
| The Streams | 268-269 |
| The Subterranean Stream | 351-352 |
| Joanna | 358-359 |
| The Meeting of the Brothers | 505-506 |
| Fairy Favours | 544 |
# Executive Order 12911

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See the Notes section for a list of Executive Orders affected by or related to the issuance of this Executive Order.
Signed by President William J. Clinton Monday, April 25, 1994
Federal Register page and date: 59 FR 22121, (SEE NOTES) April 28, 1994
Executive Order 12911 of April 25, 1994
Seal for the Office of National Drug Control Policy
By the authority vested in me as President by the Constitution and the laws of the United States of America, it is hereby ordered as follows:
Section 1.There is approved for the Office of National Drug Control Policy in the Executive Office of the President an official seal described as follows:
    On a blue disc the Arms of the United States proper above a curved gold scroll inscribed ‘‘OFFICE OF NATIONAL DRUG CONTROL POLICY’’ in blue letters, all within a white border edged in gold and inscribed ‘‘EXECUTIVE OFFICE OF THE PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES’’ in blue letters.
This design is appropriate for the Office of National Drug Control Policy. The dark blue in this seal is suggested by the Seal of the President and denotes the direct organizational link of the Office of National Drug Control Policy with the Presidential office. The Arms of the United States refer to the entire Nation and represent the involvement in drug control policies that are necessary to assist the President in his role as Chief Executive of the United States.
Sec. 2.The seal shall be of the design that is attached hereto and made a part of this order.

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