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# Rosemary and Pansies/Threnody

THRENODY
Hush! tread softly in the gloom
Of the closely-curtained room:
Though our hearts with grief are torn
Silently alone we'll mourn:
Shallow grief alone is shrill,
Deep our grief shall be and still:
We should wrong her did we make
Loud lamentings for her sake;
Grief enough in life she had,
Now no more will she be sad,
Never more will suffer pain—
Death to her is naught but gain.
Life brought strife and bitterness,
Death brings kind forgetfulness:
Life brought never-ending woes,
Death brings endless calm repose;
Life was one long martyrdom,
Death all ills hath overcome;
Life was but an evil dream,
Death has given her rest supreme;
She has reached the eternal shore
By mortals christened Nevermore,
That Haven ever calm and blest
Which no dark dreams of ill molest.
# Rosemary and Pansies/Truth's Guiding Star

TRUTH'S GUIDING STAR
In the dim twilight of our troubled life.
Where none may see with vision wholly dear,
And most must tread a path with pitfalls rife,
Where scarce a star their gloomy path doth cheer;
And those who loudliest do themselves proclaim
As sole custodians of the keys of truth,
Most oft are hollow windbags skilled to frame
Poor sophistries or specious falsehoods smooth,—
I find no better guidance than is found
In the assurance that whate'er may chance
A soul resolved truth's heights and depths to sound
Fearless, nor viewing consequence askance,
Is armed against sick thoughts and narrow creeds,
And all the ills that morbid fancy breeds.
# Rosemary and Pansies/To a Devotee

TO A DEVOTEE
# Rosemary and Pansies/To the Critic

TO THE CRITIC
# Rosemary and Pansies/Theme for a Drama

THEME FOR A DRAMA
# Rosemary and Pansies/To J. W. E.

TO J. W. E.
Ah yes! you have suffered, for that is the measure,
Meted out to each luckless descendant of Eve,
But have you not also known exquisite pleasure
Such as no grubbing worldling could ever achieve?
Believe me your life is not useless or wasted,
Seen in proper perspective you've nothing to rue;
How few of life's nectar so deeply have tasted,
How few own a spirit so tender and true!
In yourself you've a spring of delight ever-flowing;
Ever youthful in heart and in mind you remain;
In your spirit so fervent there burns ever-glowing
That love for the lovely which never can wane.
Leave 'success' to the sordid and 'slim' money-spinner,
His wealth is the price of the sale of his soul;
If your gifts you weigh justly 'tis you are the winner,
And he is the loser with whom to condole.
# Rosemary and Pansies/Twilight Life

TWILIGHT LIFE
# Rosemary and Pansies/Unspoken Passion

UNSPOKEN PASSION
# Shakespeare's Songs/Lawn as White as Driven Snow

From The Winter's Tale.
LAWN AS WHITE AS DRIVEN SNOW
Lawn as white as driven snow; Cyprus black as e'er was crow; Gloves as sweet as damask roses; Masks for faces and for noses; Bugle-bracelet, necklace-amber, Perfume for a lady's chamber; Golden quoifs and stomachers, For my lads to give their dears; Pins and poking-sticks of steel: What maids lack from head to heel: Come buy of me, come; come buy; come buy; Buy, lads, or else your lasses cry: Come buy.
# Shakespeare's Songs/Orpheus With His Lute

From King Henry VIII.
ORPHEUS WITH HIS LUTE
Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain tops that freeze, Bow themselves when he did sing: To his music plants and flowers Ever sprung, as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring.
Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing die.
# Shakespeare's Songs/O Mistress Mine

From Twelfth Night.
O MISTRESS MINE
O mistress mine, where are you roaming? O, stay and hear; your true-love's coming, That can sing both high and low: Trip no further, pretty sweeting; Journeys end in lovers' meeting, Every wise man's son doth know.
What is love? 'tis not hereafter; Present mirth hath present laughter; What's to come is still unsure: In delay there lies no plenty; Then come kiss me, sweet-and-twenty, Youth's a stuff will not endure.
# Shakespeare's Songs/Sigh No More, Ladies

From Much Ado about Nothing.
SIGH NO MORE, LADIES
Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever; One foot in sea, and one on shore; To one thing constant never: Then sigh not so, But let them go, And be you blithe and bonny; Converting all your sounds of woe Into Hey nonny, nonny.
Sing no more ditties, sing no moe Of dumps so dull and heavy; The fraud of man was ever so, Since summer first was leavy. Then sigh not so, But let them go, And be you blithe and bonny; Converting all your sounds of woe Into Hey nonny, nonny.
# Shakespeare's Songs/Full Fathom Five

From The Tempest.
FULL FATHOM FIVE
Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes;
Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell:
[Burden, within. Ding-dong.] Hark! now I hear them,—Ding-dong, bell.
# Shakespeare's Songs/Roses, Their Sharp Spines Being Gone

From Shakespeare and Fletcher's The Two Noble Kinsmen.
ROSES, THEIR SHARP SPINES BEING GONE
Roses, their sharp spines being gone, Not royal in their smells alone, But in their hue; Maiden pinks, of odour faint, Daisies smell-less, yet most quaint. And sweet thyme true;
Primrose, firstborn child of Ver; Merry springtime's harbinger, With her bells dim; Oxlips in their cradles growing, Marigolds on deathbeds blowing, Larks'-heels trim.
All dear Nature's children sweet, Lie 'fore bride and bridegroom's feet, Blessing their sense! Not an angel of the air, Bird melodious, or bird fair, Be absent hence!
​The crow, the slanderous cuckoo, nor The boding raven, nor chough hoar, Nor chattering pie, May on our bride-house perch or sing, Or with them any discord bring, But from it fly!
# Shakespeare's Songs/Hark, Hark! The Lark

From Cymbeline.
HARK, HARK! THE LARK
Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, And Phœbus 'gins arise, His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies; And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes; With every thing that pretty is, My lady sweet, arise: Arise, arise!
# Shakespeare's Songs/It Was a Lover and His Lass

From As You Like It.
IT WAS A LOVER AND HIS LASS
It was a lover and his lass, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, That o'er the green corn-field did pass In spring-time, the only pretty ring-time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding: Sweet lovers love the spring.
Between the acres of the rye, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, These pretty country folks would lie In spring-time, &c.
This carol they began that hour, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, How that a life was but a flower In spring-time, &c.
And therefore take the present time, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino. For love is crowned with the prime In spring-time, &c.
# Shakespeare's Songs/On a Day—Alack the Day!

From Love's Labour's Lost.
ON A DAY—ALACK THE DAY!
On a day—alack the day!— Love, whose month is ever May, Spied a blossom passing fair Playing in the wanton air: Through the velvet leaves the wind, All unseen, can passage find; That the lover, sick to death, Wisht himself the heaven's breath. Air, quoth he, thy cheeks may blow; Air, would I might triumph so! But, alack, my hand is sworn Ne'er to pluck thee from thy thorn:— Vow, alack, for youth unmeet, Youth so apt to pluck a sweet! Do not call it sin in me, That I am forsworn for thee; Thou for whom Jove would swear Juno but an Ethiop were; And deny himself for Jove, Turning mortal for thy love.
# Shakespeare's Songs/Pardon, Goddess of the Night

From Much Ado about Nothing.
PARDON, GODDESS OF THE NIGHT
Pardon, goddess of the night, Those that slew thy virgin knight; For the which, with songs of woe, Round about her tomb they go. Midnight, assist our moan; Help us to sigh and groan, Heavily, heavily: Graves, yawn, and yield your dead, Till death be uttered, Heavily, heavily.
# Songs from the Southern Seas and Other Poems/My Native Land

MY NATIVE LAND.
IT chanced to me upon a time to sail
Across the Southern Ocean to and fro;
And, landing at fair isles, by stream and vale
Of sensuous blessing did we ofttimes go.
And months of dreamy joys, like joys in sleep,
Or like a clear, calm stream o'er mossy stone,
Unnoted passed our hearts with voiceless sweep,
And left us yearning still for lands unknown.
And when we found one,—for 'tis soon to find
In thousand-isled Cathay another isle,—
For one short noon its treasures filled the mind.
And then again we yearned, and ceased to smile.
And so it was, from isle to isle we passed,
Like wanton bees or boys on flowers or lips;
And when that all was tasted, then at last
We thirsted still for draughts instead of sips.
I learned from this there is no Southern land
Can fill with love the hearts of Northern men.
Sick minds need change; but, when in health they stand
'Neath foreign skies, their love flies home agen.
And thus with me it was: the yearning turned
From laden airs of cinnamon away,
And stretched far westward, while the full heart burned
With love for Ireland, looking on Cathay!
My first dear love, all dearer for thy grief!
My land, that has no peer in all the sea
For verdure, vale, or river, flower or leaf,—
If first to no man else, thou 'rt first to me.
New loves may come with duties, but the first
Is deepest yet,—the mother's breath and smiles:
Like that kind face and breast where I was nursed
Is my poor land, the Niobe of isles.
# Songs from the Southern Seas and Other Poems/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 smiling face.
O blind! O 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 from the Southern Seas and Other Poems/My Mother's Memory

MY MOTHER'S MEMORY.
THERE is one bright star in heaven
Ever shining in my night;
God to me one guide has given,
Like the sailor's beacon-light,
Set on every shoal and danger,
Sending out its warning ray
To the home-bound weary stranger
Looking for the land-locked bay.
In my farthest, wildest wanderings
I have turned me to that love,
As a diver, 'neath the water,
Turns to watch the light above.
# Southern Pacific Railroad Company v. United States (183 U.S. 519)

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United States Supreme Court
183 U.S. 519
Southern Pacific Railroad Company v. United States
Argued: January 29, 30, 1901. --- Decided: January 6, 1902
Mr. Joseph H. Call for the United States.
Messrs. Maxwell Evarts and L. E. Payson for the Southern Pacific Railroad Company.
Mr. Justice Brewer delivered the opinion of the court:

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# Southern Pacific Railroad Company v. United States (223 U.S. 560)

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United States Supreme Court
223 U.S. 560
Southern Pacific Railroad Company v. United States (223 U.S. 560)
Argued: January 26, 1912. --- Decided: February 26, 1912
Mr. Maxwell Evarts for appellants.
[Argument of Counsel from pages 560-562 intentionally omitted]
Solicitor General Lehmann for appellee.
[Argument of Counsel from page 562 intentionally omitted]
Mr. Justice Holmes delivered the opinion of the court:

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# Southern Pacific Railroad Company v. United States (189 U.S. 447)

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United States Supreme Court
189 U.S. 447
Southern Pacific Railroad Company v. United States
Argued: March 9, 10, 1903. --- Decided: April 6, 1903
Messrs. Maxwell Evarts and L. E. Payson for appellants.
Mr. Joseph H. Call for the United States.
Mr. Justice Holmes delivered the opinion of the court:

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# Southern Pacific Railroad Company v. United States (228 U.S. 618)

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United States Supreme Court
228 U.S. 618
Southern Pacific Railroad Company v. United States (228 U.S. 618)
Argued: April 30, 1913. --- Decided: May 26, 1913
Mr. Maxwell Evarts for appellant.
[Argument of Counsel from page 619 intentionally omitted]
Assistant Attorney General Knaebel and Mr. W. W. Dyar for appellee.
[Argument of Counsel from pages 620-622 intentionally omitted]
Mr. Chief Justice White delivered the opinion of the court:

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# Saturday Evening Gazette/June 7, 1856/Socrates

​Socrates rightly said of contentment, opposing it to the riches of fortune and opinion, that it is the wealth of nature; for it gives every thing that we want, and really need.
# Saturday Evening Gazette/June 7, 1856/The University Book Store

​The University Book Store.—This old established literary emporium of Cambridge, for some years past under the proprietorship of John Bartlett, Esq., has been removed some six doors nearer the Post office, on Harvard street, and Mr. B., may now be found in a new store fitted up with elegance and taste, and his shelves filled with choice books in bindings fully as choice. He has a petite reading room in the rear, where the leading journals of Boston and vicinity are always on file. Mr. Bartlett has, among other works in press, a new edition of Horace, and a series of Moral Lessons, edited by Prof. Huntington.
# Saturday Evening Gazette/June 7, 1856/Special Notices

Special Notices.
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F. Brown’s Essence of Jamaica Ginger.—This Essence is a preparation of unusual excellence. In ordianry diarrhœa, incipient cholera, in short, in all cases of prostration of the digestive functions, it is of inestimable value. During the prevalence of epidemic cholera and summer complaints of children, it is peculiarly efficacious; no family, individual, or traveller should be without it.
Caution.—Be sure to get the genuine Essence, which is prepared only by F. BROWN, Phila., and sold wholesale and retail by the agents, JOHN I. BROWN & SON, 425 Washington (opposite Essex) street.
Silks, 37½ to 50 cts.—We have marked down 15,000 yards of our Plain, Stripped and Figured Silks, to average very low prices.
F. A. JONES & CO.,
Five lbs. Good Black Tea, $1,75—At ALEXANDER WILLIAMS’S Tea Warehouse, 198 Washington st., opp. Marlboro’ Hotel. (Established 1843.) This is pure Oolong (black tea, with a green tea flavor,) and is a bargain. A 5-lb Tin Cannister, 45 cts. Fresh roast and ground Mocha, Java and Cuba Coffee, daily. 6lbs. pure Coffee, $1. Thirty-five varieties of Oolongs, Souchongs, Young Hysons, Old Hysons, Imperial, and Gunpowder Teas, in store—wholesale and retail. Single chests of Tea, for family use, at wholesale price.
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Ribbons Cheap.—Fifteen hundred pieces received from Auction this morning. Wide and Narrow, Plaid and Plain, from 6¼ to 25 cents.
F. A. JONES & CO.,
3-4 Wide India Silks, 50 cents.—In all colors. Beautiful goods, and the best bargains of the season.
F. A. JONES & CO.,
Astrology.—Nativities read, either brief or minute all day, or Terms sent by Mail, enclosing a stamp for the answer, by THOMAS LISTER, Astrologer, 25 Lowell street.
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# Saturday Evening Gazette/June 7, 1856/The Buchanan Mass Meeting

​The Buchanan Mass Meeting.—Something over 3,000 people assembled in and about State street this evening, to exchange congratulations on the nomination of Buchanan and Breckenridge. Fireworks of gorgeous hues were set off from the Times office, which was brilliantly illuminated, and in front of which a speakers’ stand was erected. The vast assemblage was called to order by Samuel R. Glen, Esq., and after remarks from that gentleman, eloquent addresses were made by Messrs. H. H. Cook, of Lenox, W. P. Richardson, of Kentucky, Perkins Cleveland, of Connecticut, and D. W. O’Brien, and B. S. Treanor, of this city. The Boston Brass Band discoursed some excellent music, including a Grand March, dedicated to Hon. James Buchanan, and composed for the occasion. Appropriate resolutions were passed, cheer upon cheer given for the candidates, and the mass meeting adjourned.
# Saturday Evening Gazette/June 7, 1856/The Democratic Nominations

​The Democratic Nominations.—The Democratic Convention at Cincinnati have nominated James Buchanan of Pennsylvania, for President, on the seventeenth ballot, by an unanimous vote. John C. Breckenridge of Kentucky, was nominated for Vice President. Mr. Buchanan is the best nominee the Democrats have made since General Jackson. The Post gives the following sketch of him:—
“Mr. Buchanan was born in Franklin county, Pa., April 13, 1791. (He is the son of an Irishman who emigrated to this country.) After passing through a classical and academic course of study, he entered the practice of the law, and in 1814 was elected a member of the House of Assembly. He was re-elected in 1815, but declined another re-election. He continued to grow in public confidence, and in 1820 was elected a member of Congress, and was re-elected until the fifth election, when March 1, 1831, he retired to private life. He had warmly advocated the election of Gen. Jackson to the presidency; and the latter in May, 1831, tendered him the mission to Russia. This honor he accepted, and fulfilled the duties of the mission with distinguished ability. In 1834, immediately on his return, he was elected to the Senate of the United States to fill the unexpired term occasioned by the resignation of Mr. Wilkins; in 1836 he was elected for a full term, and in 1843 was re-elected. In March 1845 he was appointed by President Polk Secretary of State, and served the country in that capacity through his administration. In 1852, on the nomination of Pierce and King, Mr. Buchanan came out in a noble manner in their support, and made some of the ablest speeches in that campaign. He was tendered by President Pierce the mission to England. Such is the suavity of his manner, and the dignity of his bearing, and the solid weight of his character, that few ministers have served their country more acceptably.”
# Songs of Love and Rebellion/The one woman

THE ONE WOMAN
I have seen her coming to me through the dreamlands of the night, And the star-crown on her tresses filled the world with wondrous light.
There was 'round her all the glory of the once great Southern race; All the Old South's strength and beauty; all its nameless charm and grace.
Her dark hair sweeping backward showed a forehead broad and white; And a passion born of heaven gave her eyes undying light.
'Round her white soul lingered all the virtues, honor, love and truth, All the stainlessness of woman in the loveliness of youth.
She was just as I had dreamed her, from my childhood to to-day,— The ideal and the vision which will never pass away.
# Songs of Love and Rebellion/The ruined gate

THE RUINED GATE
The sunshine and the shadow lengthen with the dying day, And, like a dream, the daylight vanishes from earth away. The western sky is covered with a web of beauty spun By fairy hands, and woven from the life-tide of the sun. The stars come out and glow like diamonds on the robe of night, And through the silence all the lost dreams softly take their flight. The cares of life have vanished, and its tears have turned to dew, And, once again, my soul is standing in love's garden-world with you. I hear your lute-like laughter rippling, as in days of old; Your dear lips whispering "the sweetest story ever told;" I feel your soft hands resting in these empty hands of mine, And dream that I am living in the days that were divine. And then, the dream, like daylight, softly fades from earth away, And you are gone, and gone the stars, and gone the light of day..... The pulse of passion beats against the iron bars of fate, And hope with drooping pinions kneels before love's ruined gate.
# Songs of Love and Rebellion/The strike

THE STRIKE
Say what ye will, ye owls of night, The strike upholds the cause of right; The strike compels the king to pause, The statesmen to remould the laws.
Say what ye will, yet, without ruth, The strike drives home the bitter truth; The strike tears off the mask of things, To mass and class the issue brings.
Say what ye will, the strike is good: It clears things long misunderstood: It jolts the social mind awake: It forces men a stand to take.
Say what ye will, all else above, The strike is war for bread and love; For raiment, shelter, freedom, all The human race can justice call.
# Songs of Love and Rebellion/The word

THE WORD
This is the wondrous word she spoke, Learned, I think, from the fairy-folk: "In cottage room and palace hall, Love," she said, "is the all in all.
"Without it there is nothing worth In heaven, dear, or in the earth; Unknowing it, all life would be But universal misery.
"It is the force, the only one, That guides the stars, the moon and sun; The comets, too, on it depend, And 'tis the dying meteor's friend.
"Where'er love rests its shining wings A beauty from the old earth springs; A fountain bursts, a flower glows, A fragrance o'er the desert flows.
"Beneath its spell the palace is Endurable a while, I wis; The water in the cottage pail Is sweeter than the rarest ale.
"There is no wine, however old, Can warm the loveless of their cold; There is no power, here nor there, Can make unloving beings fair.
"In cottage room and palace hall, Love," she said, "is the all in all." This is the wondrous word she told, That she, the heart-wise, did unfold.