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# Felt’s Parliamentary Procedure/Business that May Interrupt a Member while Speaking

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BUSINESS THAT MAY INTERRUPT A MEMBER WHILE SPEAKING.
78. A point of order.
Question of privilege requiring immediate action.
A call for the orders of the day.
​To have entered on the minutes “a motion to reconsider.”
79. Questions which do not require recognition by the chair before stating the object in rising:
Parliamentary inquiry.
Question of privelege.
Appeal.
A call for the orders of the day.
Point of order.
Objection to consideration.
Call for division of the vote.
Withdrawal of a motion.
Seconding a motion.
Doubting title to the floor.
Questions of no quorum.
Changing a vote.
Doubting a vote.
Nominations (after the first).
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# Felicia Hemans in Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine Volume 32 1832/The Stream Set Free

Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 32, Page 237
VI.
THE STREAM SET FREE.
Flow on, rejoice, make music,
 Bright living stream, set free!
The troubled haunts of care and strife
 Were not for thee!
The woodland is thy bounty,
 Thou art all its own again;
The wild birds are thy kindred race,
 That fear no chain!
Flow on, rejoice, make music
 Unto the glistening leaves!
Thou, the beloved of balmy winds
 And golden eves.
Once more the holy starlight
 Sleeps calm upon thy breast,
Whose brightness bears no token more
 Of man's unrest.
Flow, and let free-born music
 Flow with thy wavy line,
While the stock-dove's lingering, loving voice
 Comes blent with thine.
And the green reeds quivering o'er thee,
 Strings of the forest lyre,
All fill'd with answering spirit-sounds,
 In joy respire.
Yet, midst thy song of gladness,
 Oh! keep one pitying tone
For gentle hearts, that bear to thee
 Their sadness lone.
One sound, of all the deepest,
 To bring, like healing dew,
A sense that Nature ne'er forsakes
 The meek and true.
There, there roll on, make music,
 Thou stream, thou glad and free!
The shadows of all glorious flowers
 Be set in thee!
# Felicia Hemans in Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine Volume 32 1832/The Two Monuments

Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 32, Pages 969-970
THE TWO MONUMENTS.
BY MRS HEMANS.
Oh! blest are they who live and die like "him,"
Loved with such love, and with such sorrow mourn'd! Wordsworth.
Banners hung drooping from on high
 In a dim Cathedral's nave,
Making a gorgeous canopy
 O'er a noble, noble grave!
And a marble warrior's form beneath,
 With helm and crest array'd,
As on his battle bed of death,
 Lay in their crimson shade.
Triumph yet linger'd in his eye,
 Ere by the dark night seal'd,
And his head was pillow'd haughtily
 On standard and on shield.
And shadowing that proud trophy-pile
 With the glory of his wing,
An eagle sat;—yet seem'd the while
 Panting through Heaven to spring.
He sat upon a shiver'd lance,
 There by the sculptor bound;
But in the light of his lifted glance
 Was that which scorn'd the ground,
And a burning flood of gem-like hues
 From a storied window pour'd,
There fell, there centred, to suffuse
 The conqueror and his sword.
A flood of hues!—but one rich dye
 O'er all supremely spread,
With a purple robe of royalty
 Mantling the mighty dead.
Meet was that robe for him whose name
 Was a trumpet-note in war,
His path-way still the march of fame,
 His eye the battle star.
But faintly, tenderly was thrown
 From the colour'd light one ray,
Where a low and pale memorial stone
 By the couch of glory lay.
Few were the fond words chisell'd there,
 Mourning for parted worth;
But the very heart of Love and Prayer
 Had given their sweetness forth.
They spoke of one whose life had been
 As a hidden streamlet's course,
Bearing on health and joy unseen,
 From its clear mountain source:
Whose young pure memory, lying deep
 Midst rock, and wood, and hill,
Dwelt in the homes where poor men sleep,  A soft light meek and still:
Whose gentle voice, too early call'd
 Unto Music's land away,
Had won for God the earth's enthrall'd,
 By words of silvery sway.
These were his victories—yet enroll'd
 In no high song of fame,
The Pastor of the mountain-fold
 Left but to heaven his name.
To Heaven and to the peasant's hearth,
 A blessed household sound—
And finding lowly love on earth,
 Enough, enough, he found!
Bright and more bright before me gleam'd
 That sainted image still;
Till one sweet moonlight memory seem'd
 The regal fane to fill.
Oh! how my silent spirit turn'd
 From those proud trophies nigh;
How my full heart within me burn'd,
 Like Him to live and diel
# Felicia Hemans in Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine Volume 32 1832

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Felicia Hemans in Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine Volume 32 1832
Compiled By Peter J. Bolton
Contents
| | | Page |
| Songs for Music | Oh, skylark, for thy wing | 234 |
| | Let her depart! | 234-35 |
| | Where shall we make her grave? | 235 |
| | Summer Song | 235-236 |
| | Ancient Norwegian War-song | 236-237 |
| | The Stream Set Free | 237 |
| The English Martyrs | | 480-485 |
| The Two Monuments | | 969-970 |
| The Burial of the Mighty | | 993-995 |
# Felicia Hemans in Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine Volume 32 1832/Ancient Norwegian War-song

Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 32, Pages 236-237
V.
ANCIENT NORWEGIAN WAR-SONG.
Arise! old Norway sends the word
 Of battle on the blast!
Her voice the forest pines hath stirr'd,
 As if a storm went past;
Her thousand hills the call have heard,
 And forth their fire-flags cast.
Arm, arm! free hunters, for the chase,
 The kingly chase of foes!
'Tis not the bear, or wild wolf's race,
 Whose trampling shakes the snows! Arm, arm! 'tis on a nobler trace
 The Northern spearman goes.
Our hills have dark and strong defiles,  With many an icy bed;
Heap there the rocks for funeral piles
 Above th' invader's head!
Or let the seas that guard our isles,
 Give burial to his dead!
# Felicia Hemans in Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine Volume 32 1832/Oh, skylark, for thy wing

Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 32, Page 234
SONGS FOR MUSIC. BY MRS HEMANS.
I.
OH! SKY-LARK, FOR THY WING!
Oh! sky-lark, for thy wing!
 Thou bird of joy and light,
That I might soar and sing
 At Heaven's empyreal height!
 With the heathery hills beneath me,
 Whence the streams in glory spring,
 And the pearly clouds to wreath me—
 Oh, sky-lark! on thy wing!
Free, free from earth-born fear,
 I would range the blessed skies,
Through the blue divinely clear,
 Where the low mists cannot rise!
 And a thousand joyous measures
 From my chainless heart should spring,
 Like the bright rain's vernal treasures,
 As I wander'd on thy wing.
But oh! the silver cords,
 That around the heart are spun,
From gentle tones and words,
 And kind eyes that make our sun!
 To some low sweet nest returning,
 How soon my love would bring,
 There, there the dews of morning,
 Oh, sky-lark! on thy wing!
# Felicia Hemans in Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine Volume 32 1832/Let her Depart!

Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 32, Pages 234-235
II.
LET HER DEPART!
Her home is far, oh! far away!
 The clear light in her eyes
Hath nought to do with earthly day,
 'Tis kindled from the skies.
Let her depart!
She looks upon the things of earth,
 Ev’n as some gentle star
Seems gazing down on Grief or Mirth,
 How softly, yet how far!
Let her depart!
Her spirit's hope—her bosom’s love—
 Oh! could they mount and fly!
She never sees a wandering dove,
 But for its wing to sigh.
Let her depart!
She never hears a soft wind bear
 Low music on its way,
But deems it sent from heavenly air,
 For her who cannot stay.
Let her depart!
Wrapt in a cloud of glorious dreams,
 She breathes and moves alone,
Pining for those bright bowers and streams,
 Where her beloved is gone.
Let her depart!
# Felicia Hemans in Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine Volume 32 1832/Summer Song

Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 32, Pages 235-236
IV.
SUMMER SONG.
Come away! the sunny hours
Woo thee far to founts and bowers! O'er the very waters now,
In their play, Flowers are shedding beauty's glow—
Come away!
Where the lily's tender gleam
Quivers on the glancing stream—
Come away!
All the air is fill'd with sound, Soft, and sultry, and profound;
Murmurs through the shadowy grass
Lightly stray;
Faint winds whisper as they pass—
Come away!
Where the bee’s deep music swells
From the trembling fox-glove bells—
Come away!
In the skies the sapphire blue
Now hath won its richest hue;
In the woods the breath of song
Night and day. Floats with leafy scent along—
Come away!
Where the boughs with dewy gloom
Darken each thick bed of bloom—
Come away!
In the deep heart of the rose
Now the crimson love-hue glows;
Now the glow-worm’s lamp by night
Sheds a ray,
Dreamy, starry, queenly bright—
Come away!
Where the fairy cup-moss lies,
With the wild-wood strawberries,
Come away!
Now each tree by summer crown'd,
Sheds its own rich twilight round,
Glancing there from sun to shade,
Bright wings play;
There the deer its couch hath made—
Come away!
Where the smooth leaves of the lime
Glisten in their honey-time—
 Come away—away!
# Final Report of the Select Committee to Investigate the January 6th Attack on the United States Capitol/Chapter 6/Section 6.14

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​6.14 “WELL, I SHOULD WALK WITH THE PEOPLE.”
President Trump wanted to personally accompany his supporters on the march from the Ellipse to the U.S. Capitol. During a January 4th meeting with staffers and event organizer Katrina Pierson, President Trump emphasized his desire to march with his supporters. "Well, I should walk with the people," Pierson recalled President Trump saying. Though Pierson said that she did not take him "seriously," she knew that "he would absolutely want to be with the people." Pierson pointed out that President Trump "did the drive-by the first time and the flyover the second time"—a ​reference to the November and December 2020 protests in Washington, DC. During these previous events, President Trump made cameo appearances to fire up his supporters. Now, as January 6th approached, the President again wanted to be there, on the ground, as his supporters marched on the U.S. Capitol.
The President's advisors tried to talk him out of it. White House Senior Advisor Max Miller "shot it down immediately" because of concerns about the President's safety. Pierson agreed. But President Trump was persistent, and he floated the idea of having 10,000 National Guardsmen deployed to protect him and his supporters from any supposed threats by leftwing counter-protestors. Miller again rejected the President's idea, saying that the National Guard was not necessary for the event. Miller testified that there was no further conversation on the matter. After the meeting, Miller texted Pierson, "Just glad we killed the national guard and a procession." That is, President Trump briefly considered having the National Guard oversee his procession to the U.S. Capitol. The President did not order the National Guard to protect the U.S. Capitol, or to secure the joint session proceedings.
Although his advisors tried to talk the President out of personally going, they understood that his supporters would be marching. Pierson's agenda for the meeting reflected the President's plan for protestors to go to the U.S. Capitol after the rally. But President Trump did not give up on the idea of personally joining his supporters on their march, as discussed further in Chapter 7.
# Final Report of the Select Committee to Investigate the January 6th Attack on the United States Capitol/Chapter 6/Section 6.13

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​6.13 “TRUMP IS SUPPOSED TO ORDER US TO THE CAPITOL”
On the evening of December 27th, President Trump boosted the upcoming event on Twitter: "See you in Washington, DC, on January 6th. Don't miss it. Information to follow!" The Select Committee learned that this tweet came after the White House spoke with a former Trump staffer, Justin Caporale, who was asked to help produce the Ellipse rally. That same evening, the President had dinner with Donald Trump, Jr., and his girlfriend Kimberly Guilfoyle, who spoke with rally organizer Caroline Wren during the meal. Wren also texted Guilfoyle talking points that described her ambitions for the event, saying that "buses of people are coming in from all over the country to support you. It's going to be huge, we are also adding in programming the night of January 5th."
After Guilfoyle's call with Wren, there was a series of calls among the senior White House staff, likely underscoring the seriousness of the White House's interest in the event.
​Within a few days, the White House began to take a more direct role in coordinating the rally at the Ellipse. In a December 29th text to Wren, Caporale wrote that after the President's planned speech there "maybe [sic] a call to action to march to the [C]apitol and make noise."
This is the earliest indication uncovered by the Select Committee that the President planned to call on his supporters to march on the U.S. Capitol. But it wasn't the last. On January 2nd, rally organizer Katrina Pierson informed Wren that President Trump's Chief of Staff, Mark Meadows, had said the President was going to "call on everyone to march to the [C]apitol."
Inside the White House, the President's intent was well-known. Cassidy Hutchinson, an aide to Meadows, recalled in her testimony that she overheard discussions to this effect toward the end of December or early January. One such discussion included an exchange between Meadows and Rudolph Giuliani that occurred on January 2nd. Hutchinson understood that President Trump wanted to have a crowd at the Capitol in connection with what was happening inside—the certification of the electoral count. Hutchinson also recalled that President Trump's allies in Congress were aware of the plan. During a call with members of the House Freedom Caucus, the idea of telling people to go to the Capitol was discussed as a way to encourage Congress to delay the electoral college certification and send it back to the States.
On January 4th, WFAF's Kylie Kremer informed Mike Lindell, the CEO of MyPillow and an ally of President Trump, that "POTUS is going to have us march there [the Supreme Court]/the Capitol" but emphasized that the plan "stays only between us."
The "Stop the Steal" coalition was aware of the President's intent. On January 5th, Ali Alexander sent a text to a journalist saying: "Ellipse then US capitol [sic]. Trump is supposed to order us to the capitol [sic] at the end of his speech but we will see."
# Fifth String (Sousa 1902)

The Fifth String was the first novel written by Sousa. It was adapted as a silent film in 1913. A spoken word version of this edition is available at LibriVox
The Fifth String
The lone occupant of the box
The Fifth String
By John Philip Sousa
The Illustrations by Howard Chandler Christy
Indianapolis The Bowen-Merrill Company Publishers
* Chapter I
* Chapter II
* Chapter III
* Chapter IV
* Chapter V
* Chapter VI
* Chapter VII
* Chapter VIII
* Chapter IX
* Chapter X
* Chapter XI
* Chapter XII
* Chapter XIII
Copyright 1902 The Bowen-Merrill Company
PRESS OF BRAUNWORTH & CO. BOOKBINDERS AND PRINTERS BROOKLYN, N. Y.
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# Fifth String (Sousa 1902)/Chapter 3

III
PERKINS called in the morning.
Perkins was happy—Perkins was positively joyous, and Perkins was self-satisfied. The violinist had made a great hit. But Perkins, confiding in the white-coated dispenser who concocted his matin Martini, very dry, an hour before, said he regarded the success due as much to the management as to the artist. And Perkins believed it. Perkins usually took all the credit for a success, and with charming consistency placed all responsibility for failure on the shoulders of the hapless artist.
When Perkins entered Diotti's room ​he found the violinist heavy-eyed and dejected. "My dear Signor," he began, showing a large envelope bulging with newspaper clippings, "I have brought the notices. They are quite the limit, I assure you. Nothing like them ever heard before—all tuned in the same key, as you musical fellows would say," and Perkins cocked his eye.
Perkins enjoyed a glorious reputation with himself for bright sayings, which he always accompanied with a cock of the eye. The musician not showing any visible appreciation of the manager's metaphor, Perkins immediately proceeded to uncock his eye.
"Passed the box-office coming up," continued this voluble enlightener; "nothing left but a few seats in the top gallery. We'll stand them on their heads to-morrow night—see if we don't." Then he handed the bursting ​envelope of notices to Diotti, who listlessly put them on the table at his side.
"Too tired to read, eh?" said Perkins, and then with the advance-agent instinct strong within him he selected a clipping, and touching the violinist on the shoulder: "Let me read this one to you. It is by Herr Totenkellar. He is a hard nut to crack, but he did himself proud this time. Great critic when he wants to be."
Perkins cleared his throat and began: "Diotti combines tremendous feeling with equally tremendous technique. The entire audience was under the witchery of his art." Diotti slowly negatived that statement with bowed head. "His tone is full, round and clear; his interpretation lends a story-telling charm to the music; for, while we drank deep at the fountain of exquisite melody, we saw sparkling within the waters the ​lights of Paradise. New York never has heard his equal. He stands alone, pre-eminent, an artistic giant."
"Now, that's what I call great," said the impresario, dramatically; "when you hit Totenkellar that way you are good for all kinds of money."
Perkins took his hat and cane and moved toward the door. The violinist arose and extended his hand wearily. "Good-day" came simultaneously; then "I'm off. We'll turn 'em away to-morrow; see if we don't!" Whereupon Perkins left Diotti alone in his misery.
# Fight Your Evil Side/Endless Song of One Day

    Soon the end of everything comes.
    Heavens will oscillate.
    The sun, the moon will become bloodshot.
    Very soon!
    Whole terrestrial system will fail.
    Book with the light will be taken away
    from the surface one day.
    We don’t know when it will happen.
    We don’t know when everything will change.
    Now all of us have the chance
    to let out in ourselves all the best:
    The light!
    God will help us be sure,
    so steady your gaze on him,
    God will help us be sure.
    Believe me, God will help us
    to die for wicked deeds and desires!
    Time’s running out quickly of our hands!
    Time’s running out of our hands!
    The people vanish in a darkness of night.
    She‘s sucking them up to the next morning
    to come later again to begin it all over.
    Day by day everything repeats,
    but it disappears forever for someone in one moment.
    The star of light is fading away,
    The endless song of one day comes to the end.
    Now we all have the chance
    to walk through this life to the end.
    Now we all have the chance
    to walk through this life to the end,
    with God hand in hand,
    to the end!
    Oh!
# Fight Your Evil Side/The Sky Is Inside

    Love is stronger than death.
    The sky is inside of us.
    I knew you will have the will to have it.
    I knew you will have the will to have it.
    I knew you will have the will to have it.
    I knew you will have the will to have it.
       Repeats
    The sky is inside of us.
    I knew!
    I knew you will have the will to have it.
    I knew you will have the will to have it.
    I knew you will have the will to have it.
    I knew you will have the will to have it.
       Repeats
# Fight Your Evil Side/Much Longer Than You Think

    Rejoice every day of your life,
    even if it seems that you live for too long.
    But remember, when you die
    you’ll be dead much longer.
    And after death nothing you can change,
    but you can change yourself before death.
    Don’t be afraid of a broken heart.
    Don’t be afraid to fall down.
    Just leave this all pain behind.
    Get up each time with eyes looking forward.
    And after death nothing you can change,
    but you can change yourself before death.
    So turn your heart into pure love,
    this will make you live much longer than you think.
    Yesterday disappeared, tomorrow is somewhere waiting,
    today is possible to become a better man.
    It’s worth to change whole yourself
    and everything around.
    It is so sad when the heart is broken,
    but more terrible is when it turns into stone.
    A lot of shit around makes your heart be suffering,
    but is it my destiny, always cry in dark clouds of death?
    Well I think not!
    Well I think not!
    I’m breaking off sharp teeth of death.
    I’m breaking off sharp teeth of death.
    I’m breaking off sharp teeth of death.
    I’m breaking off sharp teeth of death
    away from me.
    But remember there’s love of Christ,
    pierced in blood.
    Die with him and you’ll be alive
    much longer than you think,
    much longer…
# Fight Your Evil Side/Situations

    Silence around.
    Only light wind whispers new thoughts into my head.
    I watch myself in a mirror.
    And I want to look deeper into my reflection
    to see myself deeper.
    Where is your faith?
    What are you listening to?
    The whisper of a great liar?
    His little words are ruining huge plans.
    Now I have to take care of my thoughts.
    They are my great world.
    Chaos around.
    I can’t hear my own thoughts
    ’cause my advisers are so loud.
    I would escape from reality
    but I know this ain’t the right way out,
    this ain’t true path to walk.
    Where is your faith?
    What are you listening to?
    The whisper of a great liar?
    His little words are ruining huge plans.
    Now I have to take care of my thoughts.
    They are my great world.
    Ruins around.
    Someone couldn’t be strong in this life
    and gave up to drugs or sex or lies or something else.
    But I know this ain’t the right way out.
    But I know this ain’t the right way out.
    This ain’t the right way out!
    Oh, and I will…
    And I will say this.
    I have tasted it! I have tasted!
    I get that all and then I couldn’t pull
    myself together on my own.
    Once I was not afraid.
    I was not afraid! I was not!
    To recognize it to myself, and then to God Allmighty,
    and that was the right way out!
    Is love, is love.
    Silence, doubts, chaos, ruins.
    Situations help me to find
    love, hope, friendship, understanding.
    Rule me now, rule me now.
    Silence, doubts, chaos, ruins.
    Situations help me to find
    love, hope, friendship, understanding.
    Rule me now, rule me now.
    Love!
    Rule me now!
    Love!
    Rule me now!