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# Landon in The Literary Gazette 1831/The Hermit’s Grave

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Literary Gazette, 24th September, 1831, Page 620
ORIGINAL POETRY.
THE HERMIT'S GRAVE.
The days are gone when pilgrims knelt  By sacred spot or shrine; The cells where saints have lived or died  No more are held divine:
The bough of palm, the scallop-shell,  Are signs of faith no more; The common grave is holy held,  As that on Salem's shore.
Yet, when I knew that human knee  Had worn the rock away, And that here, even at my feet,  Earth hid the righteous clay;
I felt this was no common spot  For any common thought— The place's own calm sanctity  Within my spirit wrought.
The cave was dark and damp—it spoke  Of penance and of prayer: Remorse that scarcely dared to hope,  And heavy grief, were there.
But at the entrance was a scene,  Which seemed expressly given To bring the heart again to earth,  Yet win it back to heaven.
For so benign an influence  Was falling from the sky, And, like a blessing on the land,  The sunshine seemed to lie.
The long green grass was full of life,  And so was every tree; On every bough there was a bud,  In every bud a bee.
And life hath such a gladdening power,  Thus in its joy arrayed— The God who made the world so fair  Must love what he has made.
Fed by the silver rains, a brook  Went murmuring along, And to its music, from the leaves,  The birds replied in song;
And, white as ever lily grew,  A wilding broom essayed To fling upon the sunny wave  A transitory shade.
Misty and grey as morning skies,  Mid which their summits stood, The ancient cliffs encompassed round  The lovely solitude.
It was a scene where faith would take  Lessons from all it saw, And feel amid its depths, that hope  Was God's and Nature's law.
The past might here be wept away—  The future might renew Its early confidence on high,  When years and sins were few.
Till, in the strength of penitence  To the worst sinner given, The grave would seem a resting-place  Between this world and heaven.
'Tis but a pious memory  That lingers in this dell, That human tears, and human prayers,  Have sanctified the cell.
Save for that memory, all we see  Were only some fair scene, Not linked unto our present time  By aught that e'er had been.
But now a moral influence  Is on that small grey stone; For who e'er watched another's grave  And thought not of his own,
And felt that all his trust in life  Was leaning on a reed? And who can hear of prayer and faith  And not confess their need?
If he who sleeps beneath thought years  Of prayer might scarce suffice To reconcile his God, and win  A birthright in the skies,
What may we hope who hurry on  Through life's tumultuous day, And scarcely give one little hour  To heaven upon our way?
Thou blessed grave! ah, not in vain  Has been thy presence here, If it hath wrought in any heart  One higher hope or fear. L. E. L.
# Landon in The Literary Gazette 1832

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Landon in The Literary Gazette 1832
Poems in The London Literary Gazette during the year 1832 by Letitia Elizabeth Landon (L. E. L.)
compiled by Peter J. Bolton
* Contents
| 14th January 1832 | Christmas | 1 |
| 28th March 1832 | Death and the Youth | 5 |
| 28th March 1832 | The Dying Child - translated from the German | 6 |
| 28th March 1832 | The Little Shroud | 7 |
| 12th May 1832 | Our Present May | 8 |
| 11th August 1832 | Youth | 10 |
| 29th September 1832 | On the Death of Sir Walter Scott | 12 |
# Landon in The Literary Gazette 1832/Death and the Youth

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Literary Gazette, 28th April, 1832, Page 266
ORIGINAL POETRY.
DEATH AND THE YOUTH.
"Not yet—the flowers are in my path,
 The sun is in my sky;
Not yet—my heart is full of hope—  I cannot bear to die.
Not yet—I never knew till now
 How precious life could be;
My heart is full of love—oh, Death  I cannot come with thee!"
But Love and Hope, enchanted twain,
 Passed in their falsehood by;
Death came again, and then he said—
 "I'm ready now to die!"
# Master Eustace (short story)

* "Master Eustace" in The Galaxy 12 (5) (November 1871): 595–612.
    — First publication in any form.
* "Master Eustace" in Stories Revived (3 volumes, London: Macmillan & Co., 1885) 3: 136–178.
    — First English book edition; text revised for publication by James.
* "Master Eustace" in Stories Revived (2 volumes, London: Macmillan & Co., 1885) 2: 268–310.
    — Reprint of the first English book edition.
* "Master Eustace" in Master Eustace (New York: Thomas Seltzer, 1920): 7–54.
    — First American book edition; published posthumously; uses the The Galaxy text.
* "Master Eustace" in The Last of the Valerii, Master Eustace, The Romance of Certain Old Clothes, and Other Tales (London: Macmillan & Co., 1923): 43–82.
    — Volume 26 of The Novels and Stories of Henry James, the first posthumous collection of James' works; uses the Stories Revived book text.
# Lyrics of Life (1909)/Two Brothers

TWO BROTHERS
My brother's face is turned from me; He sees a thing I must not see,— Alas! what may the vision be?
His form is wasted as with pain; A fever feeds upon his brain Whose fire, extinguished, burns again.
Sometimes he seems to hear a cry,— And the ravens croak on the turrets nigh, And the echoes shudder as they die.
Sometimes a cloud o'er his sight is cast, And something viewless, whirling past, Is borne away on the moaning blast.
And still his face is turned from me, To hide the thing I must not see,— Alas! what may the vision be?
Her lips apart, her blue eyes wide, My mother lay in her state and pride,— The fairest thing that yet had died!
​Like a royal rose,—the story saith,— Peerless and pale, with a rose's breath At her parted lips, she lay in death.
Her braids were held by a jewelled dart,— And, where her bodice fell apart, A jewelled dagger pierced her heart.
To find her foe, men strove in vain; They sought again and yet again,— But no one mourned with my brother's pain;
For he had loved her from the hour His father won her with that dower Of beauty, rare as an aloe's flower;
And she loved him till our father died; Then something—was it grief or pride?— Made her as marble at his side.
They say—the vassals of our race— She wore thenceforth a wintry grace, Like the frozen scorn on her fair dead face;
And though my brother strove at morn And eve to comfort her, forlorn, She met him still with that cruel scorn.
​O poor, my Mother! Soon, they say, She hid herself with her child away, And looked no longer on the day;
But sometimes, when our towers were white,— Bathed in the moon's celestial light,— Her casement opened on the night
All tremulous with mystery, And, motionless, without a sigh, She stood there, gazing on the sky;
And they who saw her then, declare There was nor pride nor passion there,— Only a tearless, mute despair.
I knew her not,—or if I knew, Forgot her quickly, as children do,— Alas! as little children do;
But when she died, men say that I So plaintive wailed in the chamber nigh, That summoned thither by the cry.
They brought my brother; who, that hour, Bore me away to this lonely tower— This fortress of our ancient power,
​Where ever near me, night and day,— And happiest with me to stay,— He kept the vexing world away. . . .
Ah, then, he did not seem to see The haunting thing so constantly!— Dear God! what may the riddle be?
Mother! I scarce have grieved for you,— So close to me my brother drew— So gave me all the joys I knew,—
But I am frightened now, and cry, Stretching my arms out to the sky. Without my brother's love, I die!
And though I do not understand Where lies yon far fair Heavenly Land, I think that soon, hand locked in hand,
We two will find you where you dwell— Will see the face he loved so well, And, weeping, all our sorrows tell.
And then, I know, through me beguiled, You'll smile on him,—as once you smiled, Who was so good to your lonely child!
# Lyrics of Life (1909)/The Young Wife

This poem was not included in Mrs. Coates' collected Poems (1916, in 2 vols.).
THE YOUNG WIFE
She leaned above the river's sedgy brink— The little wife—half-minded there to drink Forgetfulness of all the grief and pride That overwhelmed her spirit like a tide.
She had so blindly trusted! Yet doubt grew— Whence it had sprung, alas! she hardly knew,— A hydra-headed monster that devoured Her happiness ere fully it had flowered.
He who had been her truth!—could he betray? "Ah, let me die," she cried, "or quickly stay, Thou who bestowed, unasked, this gift of breath, Imaginings more terrible than death!"
Lone and forespent, she leaned her heavily Against a willow; when she seemed to see— Doubting if that indeed she saw or dreamed, So full of mystery the vision seemed—
A form unknown, ineffable in grace, With look compassionate bent on her face. "Thy tears have moved the Heart Omnipotent, Wherefore I come, to thee in pity sent,—"
​So, as she thought, the wondrous vision spake,— "To serve thee, if I may, e'en though I make Confession, grievous unto me, who know My folly was forgiven long ago. . . .
"A youth was I who fondly pleasure sought, Careless to ask how dearly it was bought; Who passed my days in idleness, nor guessed How close the coils of evil round me pressed,
"Till, like some swimmer boastful of his strength Who dares too far, I faced the truth at length— Perceived the awful distance I had come, And, battling back, despaired of reaching home.
"Then I had perished in my utter need, Had no one trusted me beyond my meed; But—I reached port at last, my fate withstood, Because one woman still believed me good."
Softly the vision faded, and was gone. The young wife by the river stood alone; Musing, she lingered there a little while, And to her pensive lips there came a smile.
# Lyrics of Life (1909)/With Breath of Spring

Previously published in The Era (April 1903). This poem was not included in Mrs. Coates' collected Poems (1916, in 2 vols.).
WITH BREATH OF SPRING
The air is full of balm, I know; The winter vanished long ago. In sheltered plots along the street Crocus and tiny snowdrop meet, And children skip about and play— Rejoicing in the glad noonday— Or loiter 'neath some budding bough Where bird-notes will be warbled now— Outside the prison wall.
The brook, by winter long enchained, Flows through the meadow unrestrained; The violet will blossom soon, The moth will break from the cocoon; And where the happy children sing, The fledgling bird will try his wing,— But, O my heart! the sunshine there!— The grateful shade!—the boon, free air— Outside the prison wall!
# Lyrics of Life (1909)/Vestal

VESTAL
She dwelt apart, as one whom love passed by, Yet in her heart love glowed with steadfast beam; And as the moonlight on a wintry stream With paly radiance doth glorify All barren things that in its circle lie, So, from within, love shed so fair a gleam About her, that it made her desert seem A paradise, abloom immortally.
Some rashly pitied her; but, to atone, If one perchance gazed long upon her face, He grew to feel himself more strangely lone— Love lent her look such amplitude of grace; Yet who that would have made that love his own Aught worthy had to offer in its place?
# Lyrics of Life (1909)/When You Came

Previously published in Harper's Weekly (31 October 1908). This poem was not included in Mrs. Coates' collected Poems (1916, in 2 vols.).
WHEN YOU CAME
Dear, when you came the day was bright; The moments, roseate to my sight, Flew by me, and my heart was glad Without you; but I loved you, lad— Loved in my own despite!
As morn, I thought, so would be night, Nor feared eclipsing cloud, nor blight— Nay, fancied naught to life could add, Dear, when you came!
And now—the good I deemed my right— But you with love will still requite The follies that have made you sad! You smile—there—whisper! Nothing had Illumined for me love's altar-light, Dear, when you came!
# Lyrics of Life (1909)/Thomas Bailey Aldrich

Previously published in The Writer (April 1907). This poem was not included in Mrs. Coates' collected Poems (1916, in 2 vols.).
THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH
1836-1907
We celebrate with pomp and pride A Cromwell or a Wellington; We venerate who, self-denied, Earth's higher victories have won; But through the all-remembering years, We love who give us smiles and tears.
The voice that charmed us may grow still, The poet cease to weave his spell: Ascended to the skyey hill Remote, where the immortals dwell,— Time to our thought but more endears Who gave us smiles and gave us tears.
# Lyrics of Life (1909)/To Henry Mills Alden

TO HENRY MILLS ALDEN
Our days by deeds are numbered,—and by dreams, If we dream well and nobly; for it seems That he who would respond By deed to what is loveliest and best, Must, holding to the near and manifest, Find in the things beyond, Faith, ay, and courage, duty to fulfil,— Hearing the higher voices calling still.
Thy youth those voices heard on many a height, In the fresh dawn and the all-fragrant night, For thou wast mountain-born; And looking to the hills,—from boyhood-days Thy comrades,—learned the wonder in their ways, Reglorified each morn; Gaining, with deeper draughts of upland breath, Large images of Life and lordly Death.
And as a man but follows his lodestar,— For our ideals make us what we are,— Through self-effacing years, Thou, toiling where the burdened city moans, Hast lost no accent of the higher zones. Smiles, and the truth of tears, ​And memories, and melodies unsung, Have visited thy heart, and kept it young.
Thou hast had strength, where many failed, to glean Good from a doubtful harvest; thou hast seen Light where the shade lay deep. The future with the present praise must blend To crown thy triumphs worthily, dear friend; But we remembrance keep More grateful, even, for thyself than them, And lay upon thy brow love's anadem.
# Lyrics of Life (1909)/To-Day

TO-DAY
Where hast thou gone, my Day? I meant to follow, Extracting from thine every hour its sweet; But thou, beguiling hope with pledges hollow, Art flown on wingèd feet.
Hardly I greet thy morn, The glory dwindles; And as I plan thy moments with delight, The evening-primrose in my pathway kindles Her taper for the night.
Ah, too precipitate! Might I not linger To gather a stray blossom by the way, But pointing onward with thy warning finger, Thou must outstrip me, Day?
Gladly I welcomed thee, An eager lover Who deemed he knew each fleeting moment's cost. Is there no way, no method, to recover The treasure I have lost?
​Ah, no! From Time, alas! One may not borrow; Nor move him what is squandered to restore. The tide flows back, and there may dawn a morrow; Thee I shall find no more.
# Lyrics of Life (1909)/The Sun-Dial

Previously published in Harper's Bazar (December 1908). This poem was not included in Mrs. Coates' collected Poems (1916, in 2 vols.).
THE SUN-DIAL
They that read my message clear, When the sun is shining near, Know that moments tarry not Though I keep no record here.
Noiseless as the river's flow, Onward still the moments go; Naught delays them—yet they be Freighted for Eternity!
As the sand drops from the glass, Unreturning, so they pass; And the Power that bids them fall Knows their value—each and all!
# Lyrics of Life (1909)/The Violin

THE VIOLIN
He gave me all, and then he laid me by. Straining my strings to breaking, with his pain, He voiced an anguish, through my wailing cry, Never to speak again.
He pressed his cheek against me, and he wept— Had we been glad together over much?— Emotions that within me deep had slept Grew vibrant at his touch,
And I, who could not ask whence sprung his sorrow Responsive to a grief I might not know, Sobbed as the infant that each mood doth borrow Sobs for the mother's woe.
Wild grew my voice and stormy, with his passion, Lifted at last unto a tragic might; Then swift it changed, in sad and subtile fashion, To pathos infinite,
Swooning away beneath his faltering fingers Till the grieved plaints seemed, echoless, to die; When, calm, he rose, and with a touch that lingers, Laid me forever by.
​Forever! Ah, he comes no more—my lover! And all my spirit wrapped in trance-like sleep, Darkling I dream that such a night doth cover His grief with hush as deep.
# McNamara v. Henkel

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United States Supreme Court
226 U.S. 520
McNamara v. Henkel
Argued: December 4, 1912. --- Decided: January 6, 1913
Mr. George Gordon Battle for appellant.
[Argument of Counsel from pages 521-523 intentionally omitted]
Mr. Charles Fox for appellees.
Mr. Justice Hughes delivered the opinion of the court:

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# McNair v. Knott

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United States Supreme Court
302 U.S. 369
McNair v. Knott
Argued: Nov. 10, 11, 1937. --- Decided: Dec 13, 1937
Messrs. J. Turner Butler, of Jacksonville, Fla., and George P. Barse, of Washington, D.C., for petitioners.
Mr. J. Compton French, of Tallahassee, Fla., for respondents.
Mr. Justice BLACK delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# McNally v. Hill

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United States Supreme Court
293 U.S. 131
McNally v. Hill
No. 15 Argued: and Submitted Oct. 12, 1934. --- Decided: Nov 5, 1934
Mr. John S. Wise, Jr., of New York City, for petitioner.
[Argument of Counsel from pages 132-133 intentionally omitted]
The Attorney General and Mr. Justin Miller, of Washington, D.C., for respondent.
Mr. Justice STONE delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Love Will Find A Way

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# Love Stories

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   Capital short stories—amusing, sprightly, and with an agreeable admixture of romance and real feeling. —The Outlook, May 1919. [More reviews on the Discussion page]
LOVE STORIES
BY MARY ROBERTS RINEHART AUTHOR OF "THE AMAZING INTERLUDE," "BAB," "K," ETC
NEW YORK GEORGE H. DORAN COMPANY
Copyright, 1912, 1913,1916, by the Curtis Publishing Company
Copyright, 1912, by The McClure Publications, Inc.
Copyright, 1917, by The Metropolitan Magazine Co.
Printed in the United States of America

### CONTENTS

| | page |
| I ||
| Twenty-Two | 9 |
| II ||
| Jane | 89 |
| III ||
| In the Pavilion | 129 |
| IV ||
| God's Fool | 175 |
| V ||
| The Miracle | 221 |
| VI ||
| "Are We Downhearted? No!" | 251 |
| VIII ||
| The Game | 307 |
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# Love Versus Law: Marriage With a Deceased Wife's Sister

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### Contents

* 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
* Chapter XIV
* Chapter XV
* Chapter XVI
* Chapter XVII
* Chapter XVIII
* Chapter XIX
* Chapter XX
* Chapter XXI
* Chapter XXII
# Les Misérables/Volume 3/Book Eighth

Chapters:
* Chapter 1: Marius, while seeking a Girl in a Bonnet encounters a Man in a Cap
* Chapter 2: Treasure Trove
* Chapter 3: Quadrifrons
* Chapter 4: A Rose in Misery
* Chapter 5: A Providential Peep-Hole
* Chapter 6: The Wild Man in his Lair
* Chapter 7: Strategy and Tactics
* Chapter 8: The Ray of Light in the Hovel
* Chapter 9: Jondrette comes near Weeping
* Chapter 10: Tariff of Licensed Cabs, Two Francs an Hour
* Chapter 11: Offers of Service from Misery to Wretchedness
* Chapter 12: The Use made of M. Leblanc's Five-Franc Piece
* Chapter 13: Solus cum Solo, in Loco Remoto, non cogitabuntur orare Pater Noster
* Chapter 14: In which a Police Agent bestows Two Fistfuls on a Lawyer
* Chapter 15: Jondrette makes his Purchases
* Chapter 16: In which will be found the Words to an English Air which was in Fashion in 1832
* Chapter 17: The Use made of Marius' Five-Franc Piece
* Chapter 18: Marius' Two Chairs form a Vis-a-Vis
* Chapter 19: Occupying One's Self with Obscure Depths
* Chapter 20: The Trap
* Chapter 21: One should always begin by arresting the Victims
* Chapter 22: The Little One who was crying in Volume Two
# Men-at-the-Bar/Bovill, Archibald George

​Bovill, Archibald George, clerk of arraigns on Western circuit since 1883, undergrad. Brasenose Coll., Oxon, a student of the Middle Temple 3 June, 1872, called to the bar 28 June, 1876 (5th son of late Rt. Hon. Sir William Bovill, Knt., lord chief justice of the Court of Common Pleas); born , .
    65, Onslow Gardens, S.W.; 1, Mitre Court Buildings, Temple, E.C.
# Men-at-the-Bar/Bowen, Herbert Townshend

​Bowen, Herbert Townshend, formerly solicitor-general and puisne judge Trinidad, retired on a pension 1 July, 1870, a student of the Inner Temple 7 Feb., 1826, called to the bar 6 June, 1834 (eldest son of Jeremiah Bowen, of Trinidad, gentleman); born , .
    11, Carlton Road, Maida Vale, N.W.
# Men-at-the-Bar/Bowen, Rt. Hon. Sir Charles Synge Christopher, Knt.

​Bowen, Rt. Hon. Sir Charles Synge Christopher, Knt., D.C.L., a lord justice since May, 1882, member of Council of Legal Education, educated at Rugby, M.A. (late fellow) Balliol Coll., Oxon, Hertford scholar 1855, Ireland scholar 1857, Latin verse 1857, first class 1858, Arnold prize 1859, hon. D.C.L. Oxon 1883, junior truck commissioner 1870, recorder of Penzance 1871-9, common law counsel to Treasury 1871-9, justice of High Court of Justice, Queen's Bench Division, 1879-82, a student of Lincoln's Inn 16 April, 1857 (then aged 22), called to the bar there 26 Jan., 1861, a member of the Middle Temple 18 Nov., 1873, bencher of Lincoln's Inn 30 June, 1879 (eldest son of Rev. Christopher Bowen, of Winchester, Hants); born , 1835; married 7 Jan., 1862, Emily Frances, dau. of late James Medows Rendel, Esq., F.R.S.
    1, Cornwall Gardens, S.W.; Athenæum, University, and Devonshire Clubs.
# Men-at-the-Bar/Bovill, (Hon.) Sir Elliot Charles, Knt.

​Bovill, (Hon.) Sir Elliot Charles, Knt., chief justice of Cyprus since 1883, B.A. Christ Church, Oxon, from Westminster School, member of joint (legal) Board of Examiners Inns of Court 1878-81, assistant judicial commissioner of Cyprus 1881-3, knighted by letters patent dated 11 Aug., 1884, a student of Lincoln's Inn 23 April, 1869 (then aged 20), called to the bar 27 Jan., 1873 (4th son of late William John Bovill, Q.C., of Lincoln's Inn); born , 1849; married 27 July, 1876, Anna, younger dau. of Rev. John Tahourdin White, D.D., rector of St. Martin's, Ludgate.
    Cyprus.