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# Main Street and other poems/The Big Top

THE BIG TOP
THE boom and blare of the big brass band is cheering to my heart And I like the smell of the trampled grass and elephants and hay. I take off my hat to the acrobat with his delicate, strong art, And the motley mirth of the chalk-faced clown drives all my care away.
I wish I could feel as they must feel, these players brave and fair, Who nonchalantly juggle death before a staring throng. It must be fine to walk a line of silver in the air And to cleave a hundred feet of space with a gesture like a song.
Sir Henry Irving never knew a keener, sweeter thrill Than that which stirs the breast of him who turns his painted face ​To the circling crowd who laugh aloud and clap hands with a will As a tribute to the clown who won the great wheel-barrow race.
Now, one shall work in the living rock with a mallet and a knife, And another shall dance on a big white horse that canters round a ring, By another's hand shall colours stand in similitude of life; And the hearts of the three shall be moved by one mysterious high thing.
For the sculptor and the acrobat and the painter are the same. They know one hope, one fear, one pride, one sorrow and one mirth, And they take delight in the endless fight for the fickle world's acclaim; For they worship art above the clouds and serve her on the earth.
​But you, who can build of the stubborn rock no form of loveliness, Who can never mingle the radiant hues to make a wonder live, Who can only show your little woe to the world in a rhythmic dress— What kind of a counterpart of you does the three-ring circus give?
Well—here in the little side-show tent to-day some people stand, One is a giant, one a dwarf, and one has a figured skin, And each is scarred and seared and marred by Fate's relentless hand, And each one shows his grief for pay, with a sort of pride therein.
You put your sorrow into rhyme and want the world to look; You sing the news of your ruined hope and want the world to hear; ​Their woe is pent in a canvas tent and yours in a printed book. O, poet of the broken heart, salute your brothers here!
# Main Street and other poems/Roofs

ROOFS
(For Amelia Josephine Burr)
THE road is wide and the stars are out and the breath of the night is sweet, And this is the time when wanderlust should seize upon my feet. But I'm glad to turn from the open road and the starlight on my face, And to leave the splendour of out-of-doors for a human dwelling place.
I never have seen a vagabond who really liked to roam All up and down the streets of the world and not to have a home: The tramp who slept in your barn last night and left at break of day Will wander only until he finds another place to stay.
​A gypsy-man will sleep in his cart with canvas overhead; Or else he'll go into his tent when it is time for bed. He'll sit on the grass and take his ease so long as the sun is high, But when it is dark he wants a roof to keep away the sky.
If you call a gypsy a vagabond, I think you do him wrong, For he never goes a-travelling but he takes his home along. And the only reason a road is good, as every wanderer knows, Is just because of the homes, the homes, the homes to which it goes.
They say that life is a highway and its milestones are the years, And now and then there's a toll-gate where you buy your way with tears. ​It's a rough road and a steep road and it stretches broad and far, But at last it leads to a golden Town where golden Houses are.
# Main Street and other poems/Lionel Johnson

LIONEL JOHNSON
(For the Rev. John J. Burke, C. S. P.)
THERE was a murkier tinge in London's air As if the honest fog blushed black for shame. Fools sang of sin, for other fools' acclaim, And Milton's wreath was tossed to Baudelaire. The flowers of evil blossomed everywhere, But in their midst a radiant lily came Candescent, pure, a cup of living flame, Bloomed for a day, and left the earth more fair
And was it Charles, thy "fair and fatal King," Who bade thee welcome to the lovely land? Or did Lord David cease to harp and sing To take in his thine emulative hand? Or did Our Lady's smile shine forth, to bring Her lyric Knight within her choir to stand?
# Main Street and other poems/Mid-ocean in War-time

MID-OCEAN IN WAR-TIME
(For My Mother)
THE fragile splendour of the level sea, The moon's serene and silver-veilèd face, Make of this vessel an enchanted place Full of white mirth and golden sorcery. Now, for a time, shall careless laughter be Blended with song, to lend song sweeter grace, And the old stars, in their unending race, Shall heed and envy young humanity.
And yet to-night, a hundred leagues away, These waters blush a strange and awful red. Before the moon, a cloud obscenely grey Rises from decks that crash with flying lead. And these stars smile their immemorial way On waves that shroud a thousand newly dead!
# Main Street and other poems/Roses

ROSES
(For Katherine Brègy)
I WENT to gather roses and twine them in a ring, For I would make a posy, a posy for the King. I got an hundred roses, the loveliest there be, From the white rose vine and the pink rose bush and from the red rose tree.
But when I took my posy and laid it at His feet I found He had His roses a million times more sweet. There was a scarlet blossom upon each foot and hand, And a great pink rose bloomed from His side for the healing of the land.
Now of this fair and awful King there is this marvel told, That He wears a crown of linkèd thorns instead of one of gold. ​Where there are thorns are roses, and I saw a line of red, A little wreath of roses around His radiant head.
A red rose is His Sacred Heart, a white rose is His face, And His breath has turned the barren world to a rich and flowery place. He is the Rose of Sharon, His gardener am I, And I shall drink His fragrance in Heaven when I die.
# Main Street and other poems/Thanksgiving

THANKSGIVING
(For John Bunker)
THE roar of the world is in my ears. Thank God for the roar of the world! Thank God for the mighty tide of fears Against me always hurled!
Thank God for the bitter and ceaseless strife, And the sting of His chastening rod! Thank God for the stress and the pain of life, And Oh, thank God for God!
# Marching Men: War Verses

"MARCHING MEN" WAR VERSES BY Helena Coleman J. M. DENT & SONS, $^{LTD.}$ LONDONTORONTO
MARCHING MEN
Marching Men WAR VERSES By Helena Coleman 1917 J. M. DENT & SONS LTD. London-Toronto
Copyright, Canada, 1917 J. M. Dent & Sons, Limited
To the Memory of H. H. S. (First Contingent, C.E.F.) who Fell in Action, September 18th, 1915, and of other "Very Gallant Gentlemen," who gave their lives for Canada
"To the innermost heart of their own land they are known, As the stars are known to the night."
CONTENTS.
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# Marche impériale

MARCHE IMPÉRIALE
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# Marchese v. United States/Opinion of the Court

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United States Supreme Court
374 U.S. 101
Marchese v. United States
The petition for writ of certiorari is granted, the judgment is vacated and the case is remanded to the United States District Court for the Southern District of California for reconsideration in light of Sanders v. United States, 373 U.S. 1, 83 S.Ct. 1068.
Mr. Justice CLARK and Mr. Justice HARLAN would deny certiorari on the basis of their dissent in Sanders v. United States, 373 U.S. 23, 83 S.Ct. 1081.

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# Marching Men

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# Marching Men: War Verses/'Tis Not the Will That's Wanted

'TIS NOT THE WILL THAT'S WANTED.
WOULD God that mine were better luck Than falls to the lot of woman, In these great days with the world ablaze And Britain's face to the foeman; In these great days when the hour has struck Calling for every ounce of pluck— God help me not to curse my luck That I was born a woman!
Oh, for the stinging lash of the spray, Green waves and wild commotion, The lowering fogs where grim sea-dogs Stalk ever the Northern ocean; Watching by night, watching by day, Ribbons of smoke in the offing grey, Holding the Hun and his hordes at bay Far in the wild North ocean!
Oh, for the airman's sinuous flight, The great wings climbing, curving, To desperate deeds as earth recedes One's tightened pulses nerving,
Over the hostile camps at night, Where red eyes gleam through the murky light, A blow to strike for freedom's right The God of freedom serving!
Or out on the tortured fields of France Where hellish deeds are flaunted, With face to the Rhine on the firing line To stand with a heart undaunted; 'Mid screaming shell and shrapnel dance Unmoved by outer circumstance, To serve one's turn and take one's chance— 'Tis not the will that's wanted!
# Marche Funèbre

From his Op. 35 Sonata.
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# Marchese v. United States

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United States Supreme Court
374 U.S. 101
Marchese v. United States
Russell E. Parsons and Sol C. Berenholtz, for petitioner.
Solicitor General Cox, Assistant Attorney General Miller and Philip R. Monahan, for the United States and others.
On Petition for Writ of Certiorari to the United States Court of Appeals for the Ninth Circuit.
PER CURIAM.

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# Men-at-the-Bar/Berwick, Thomas

​Berwick, Thomas, district judge Colombo, Ceylon, since 1868, late of Edinburgh Univ., admitted an advocate Ceylon 1851, deputy Queen's advocate Galle 1851 and for Ceylon 1867-70, etc., etc., author of Modern Civil Law and A Contribution to an English' Translation of Voet's Commentaries on the Pandects, a student of Lincoln's Inn 11 June, 1861 (then aged 34), called to the bar 27 Jan., 1862 (3rd son of William Berwick, Esq., late of Edinburgh, dec.); born , 1827; married 5 Feb., 1862, Annette, eldest dau. of Richard Howard Brooke, Esq., of Castle Howard, co. Wicklow (see Foster's Baronetage).
    Colombo, Ceylon.
# Men-at-the-Bar/Besley, Edward Thomas Edmonds

​Besley, Edward Thomas Edmonds, a memlier of the South-eastern circuit, a student of the Middle Temple 5 Nov., 1856, called to the bar 10 June, 1859 (only son of Thomas Besley, of Clapham Road, gentleman); born 11 Aug., 1828; married 19 Oct., 1857, Julia, 2nd dau. of J. H. Hughes.
    Rose Mount, Sydenham Rise, Forest Hill, S.E. 4, Temple Gardens, E.C.
# Men-at-the-Bar/Bernard, William Leigh

​Bernard, William Leigh, matric. Trin. Coll., Dublin, special pleader, equity and parliamentary draftsman and conveyancer, a fellow of Statistical Society of London, editor of Thom's Statistics of the United Kingdom since 1880, legal editor of Irish Ecclesiastical Gazette since 1883, chief clerk to commissioners of church temporalities Ireland 1870-81, editor of Leading Cases decided under the Irish Church Acts, a student of Gray's Inn 27 May, 1871, called to the bar there 26 Jan., 1883, called to the bar King's Inns, Dublin, Easter, 1875 [eldest son of Michael Charles Bernard, Esq., M.D. (Trin. Coll., Dublin) and L.R.C.S.I., of Dundrum, co. Dublin]; born i Jan., 1845; married 9 Jan., 1866, Mary, only dau. of George Thomas Morton, Esq., of Porttown, Tinahely, co. Wicklow, and has issue.
    14, Dawson Street, Dublin; Springmount, Dundrum, co. Dublin; St. John's Lodge, Forest Hill, Kent; 1, New Court, Carey Street, W.C.
# Men-at-the-Bar/Bernard, Arthur Montague

​Bernard, Arthur Montague, B.A. Trin. Coll., Oxon, a member of the Western circuit, a student of the Inner Temple 25 Jan., 1875 (then aged 23), called to the bar 15 May, 1878 (youngest son of Rev. Thomas Delany Bernard, of the Liberty, Wells, Somerset, clerk); born , 1852.
    3, King's Bench Walk (North), Temple, E.C.
# Men-at-the-Bar/Berrington, Arthur Tewdyr Davies

​Berrington, Arthur Tewdyr Davies, a commissioner of taxes 1879, undergrad. Christ Church, Oxon, J.P. Monmouthshire, 1878, a member of the Oxford circuit, a student of the Inner Temple 13 Nov., 1875 (then aged 20), called to the bar 25 June, 1879 (eldest son of Arthur Davies Berrington, Esq., of Pant-y-goitre, Monmouthshire); born 7 Sept., 1854.
    Pant-y-goitre, Abergavenny, Monmouthshire; Union Club.
# Men-at-the-Bar/Berry, Robert

​Berry, Robert, M.A. (late fellow), Trin. Coll., Camb., 1851, hon. LL.D. Edinburgh Univ., professor of law in Glasgow Univ. since 1867, a member of the Faculty of Advocates, secretary to commissioners under the Universities (Scotland) Act 1858-63 and to royal commission of inquiry into Scotch universities 1876-8, a student of the Inner Temple 14 Jan., 1847 (then aged 21), called to the bar 6 June, 1853 (2nd son of late William Berry, Esq., of Tayfield, co. Fife); born 18 Nov., 1825; married 17 Aug., 1864, Mary, dau. of late John Miller, Esq., of Stewartfield, co. Roxburgh (and grand-dau. of late Sir William Miller, Bart., of Glenlee, Lord Glenlee, of the Court of Session), and has issue (see Foster's Baronetage).
    3, College, Glasgow.
# Men-at-the-Bar/Bessborough, Earl of (Frederick George Brabazon Ponsonby)

​Bessborough, Earl of (Frederick George Brabazon Ponsonby), M.A., Trin. Coll., Camb., 1837, a student of Lincoln's Inn 24 May, 1837 (then aged 21), called to the bar 16 June, 1840 (2nd son of John William, Viscount Duncannon); born 11 Sept., 1815 (see Foster's Peerage).
    Bessborough House, Piltown, co. Kilkenny; Garry Hill, co. Carlow; 3, Mount Street, S.W.
# Men-at-the-Bar/Berkeley, Henry Spencer Hardtman

​Berkeley, Henry Spencer Hardtman, solicitor-general of the Leeward Islands since July, 1878, acting attorney-general Aug., 1877, a student of the Inner Temple 3 Nov., 1878 (then aged 19), called to the bar 7 June, 1873 (3rd son of Thomas Berkeley Hardtman Berkeley, of St. Kitts, West Indies); born 3 Sept., 1851.
    Leeward Islands.
# Men-at-the-Bar/Berkeley, Humphrey George Hardtman

​Berkeley, Humphrey George Hardtman, practises before the supreme court at Antigua, a student of the Inner Temple 18 Nov., 1880 (then aged 20), called to the bar 6 June, 1883 [youngest son of (Hon.) Thomas Berkeley, C.M.G., of Antigua]; born 14 Oct., 1860; married 21 June, 1883, Alexandra Bertha Christina, youngest dau. of Alexander Wilson Moir, C.M.G., president St. Kitts; she died 17 April, 1884.
    Antigua, West Indies.
# Men-at-the-Bar/Bertram, George Clement

​Bertram, George Clement, M.A., Trin. Coll., Camb., 1872, bailiff of Jersey since 1884, attorney-general Jersey Nov., 1879 to Dec., 1884, advocate-general Dec., 1879, procurator-general 1880, a student of the Inner Temple 11 Nov., 1862 (then aged 21), called to the bar 9 June, 1865 (only son of George Bertram, Esq., of St. Helier's, Jersey); born , 1841; married 6 June, 1866, Anna Maria, eldest dau. of Lt.-Col. Lawder, D.Q.M.G., Madras staff corps.
    23, Hill Street, St. Helier's, Jersey.
# Mardi/Volume II/Chapter III

Refreshed by our stay in the grove, we rose, and placed ourselves under the guidance of Mohi; who went on in advance.
Winding our way among jungles, we came to a deep hollow, planted with one gigantic palm-shaft, belted round by saplings, springing from its roots. But, Laocoon-like, sire and sons stood locked in the serpent folds of gnarled, distorted banians; and the banian-bark, eating into their vital wood, corrupted their veins of sap, till all those palm-nuts were poisoned chalices.
Near by stood clean-limbed, comely manchineels, with lustrous leaves and golden fruit. You would have deemed them Trees of Life; but underneath their branches grew no blade of grass, no herb, nor moss; the bare earth was scorched by heaven's own dews, filtrated through that fatal foliage.
Farther on, there frowned a grove of blended banian boughs, thick-ranked manchineels, and many a upas; their summits gilded by the sun; but below, deep shadows, darkening night-shade ferns, and mandrakes. Buried in their midst, and dimly seen among large leaves, all halberd-shaped, were piles of stone, supporting falling temples of bamboo. Thereon frogs leaped in dampness, trailing round their slime. Thick hung the rafters with lines of pendant sloths; the upas trees dropped darkness round; so dense the shade, nocturnal birds found there perpetual night; and, throve on poisoned air. Owls hooted from dead boughs; or, one by one, sailed by on silent pinions; cranes stalked abroad, or brooded, in the marshes; adders hissed; bats smote the darkness; ravens croaked; and vampires, fixed on slumbering lizards, fanned the sultry air.
# Mardi/Volume II/Chapter L

Promise Of Spring
"Ho, now!" cried Media, "across the wide waters, for that New Mardi, Vivenza! Let us indeed see, whether she who eludes us elsewhere, he at last found in Vivenza's vales."
"There or nowhere, noble Taji," said Yoomy.
"Be not too sanguine, gentle Yoomy," said Babbalanja.
"Does Yillah choose rather to bower in the wild wilderness of Vivenza, than in the old vineyards of Porpheero?" said Braid-Beard.
Sang Yoomy:—
Her bower is not of the vine,  But the wild, wild eglantine!  Not climbing a moldering arch,  But upheld by the fir-green larch.  Old ruins she flies:  To new valleys she hies:—  Not the hoar, moss-wood,  Ivied trees each a rood—  Not in Maramma she dwells,  Hollow with hermit cells.
 'Tis a new, new isle!  An infant's its smile,  Soft-rocked by the sea.  Its bloom all in bud;  No tide at its flood,  In that fresh-born sea!
 Spring! Spring! where she dwells,  In her sycamore dells,  Where Mardi is young and new:  Its verdure all eyes with dew.
 There, there! in the bright, balmy morns,  The young deer sprout their horns,  Deep-tangled in new-branching groves,  Where the Red-Rover Robin roves,—
 Stooping his crest,  To his molting breast—  Rekindling the flambeau there!  Spring! Spring! where she dwells,  In her sycamore dells:—  Where, fulfilling their fates,  All creatures seek mates—  The thrush, the doe, and the hare!
"Thou art most musical, sweet Yoomy," said Media. "concerning this spring-land Vivenza. But are not the old autumnal valleys of Porpheero more glorious than those of vernal Vivenza? Vivenza shows no trophies of the summer time, but Dominora's full-blown rose hangs blushing on her garden walls; her autumn groves are glory-dyed."
"My lord, autumn soon merges in winter, but the spring has all the seasons before. The full-blown rose is nearer withering than the bud. The faint morn is a blossom: the crimson sunset the flower."
# Mardi/Volume II/Chapter LII

The morrow came; and three abreast, with snorting prows, we raced along; our mat-sails panting to the breeze. All present partook of the life of the air; and unanimously Yoomy was called upon for a song. The canoes were passing a long, white reef, sparkling with shells, like a jeweler's case: and thus Yoomy sang in the same old strain as of yore; beginning aloud, where he had left off in his soul:—
Her sweet, sweet mouth!  The peach-pearl shell:—  Red edged its lips,  That softly swell,  Just oped to speak,  With blushing cheek,  That fisherman  With lonely spear  On the reef ken,  And lift to ear  Its voice to hear,—  Soft sighing South!  Like this, like this,—  The rosy kiss!—  That maiden's mouth.  A shell! a shell!  A vocal shell!  Song-dreaming,  In its inmost dell!
 Her bosom! Two buds half blown, they tell;  A little valley between perfuming;  That roves away,  Deserting the day,—  The day of her eyes illuming;—  That roves away, o'er slope and fell,  Till a soft, soft meadow becomes the dell.
Thus far, old Mohi had been wriggling about in his seat, twitching his beard, and at every couplet looking up expectantly, as if he desired the company to think, that he was counting upon that line as the last; But now, starting to his feet, he exclaimed, "Hold, minstrel! thy muse's drapery is becoming disordered: no more!"
"Then no more it shall be," said Yoomy, "But you have lost a glorious sequel."
# Manual of the New Zealand Flora/Elatineæ

Order VIII. ELATINEÆ.
Small herbs or undershrubs, usually growing in wet places. Leaves opposite, stipulate. Flowers minute, regular, hermaphrodite. Sepals and petals each 2–5, free, imbricate. Stamens equal in number to the petals or twice as many, hypogynous, free; anthers versatile. Ovary free, 2–5-celled; styles as many as the cells, free from the base; stigmas capitate; ovules many, attached to the inner angles of the cells, anatropous. Capsule septicidal, the valves falling away from the persistent axis and septa. Seeds straight or curved; albumen wanting, or nearly so; embryo terete, radicle next the hilum.
A small and unimportant order, spread over the whole world. Genera 2; species about 25.
1. ELATINE Linn.
Small prostrate glabrous annuals, growing in water or wet places. Leaves opposite or whorled. Flowers small, axillary, usually solitary. Sepals 2–4, membranous, obtuse. Petals the same number. Ovary globose. Capsule membranous, the septa remaining attached to the axis or evanescent. Seeds cylindric, straight, or curved, longitudinally ridged and transversely wrinkled.
Species about 6, found in most temperate and subtropical regions.
1. E. americana, Arn. in Edinb. Journ. Nat. Sc. i. 431, var. australiensis, Benth. Fl. Austral. i. 178.—A small prostrate smooth and glabrous green or reddish annual, forming matted patches 1–4 in. diam.; stems branched, rooting at the nodes, succulent. Leaves small, shortly petioled, 1/8–1/3 in. long, ovate or obovate or oblong, obtuse; margin usually furnished with a few distant glands; stipules minute, fugacious. Flowers minute, solitary, sessile. Sepals 3, obtuse. Petals often absent, when present 3, longer than the sepals. Styles 3. Stamens usually 3. Capsule globose-depressed, septa complete or evanescent at maturity. Seeds very minute.—Kirk, Students' Fl. 66. E. americana, Hook. f. Fl. Nov. Zel. i. 27; Handb. N.Z. Fl. 28. E. gratioloides, A. Cunn. Precur. n. 610.
North and South Islands, Stewart Island: Muddy places and margins of still waters, not uncommon.
The New Zealand plant, which is also found in Australia, differs from the typical form of the species, which is North American, in the flowers being, always trimerous, while in America they are usually dimerous.