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# Letitia Elizabeth Landon (L. E. L.) in Fisher's Drawing Room Scrap Book, 1838/Miller's Dale, Derbyshire

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* MILLER’S DALE, DERBYSHIRE.
* Artist: T. Allom - Engraved by: J. J. Hinchliff
MILLER'S DALE, DERBYSHIRE.
o you remember, Love, the lake  We used to meet beside?
The only sound upon the air
 The ripples on the tide.
Do you remember, Love, the hour
 When first the moonbeam shone,
Rising above the distant hills,
 We used to meet alone.
You knew not then my rank and state,
You only knew my love,
Whose gentle witness was the moon,
 That watched us from above.
The valley, silvered with her light,  Was lovely as a shrine;
The truth within that young fresh heart
 Felt there was truth in mine.
You are a Countess now, sweet Love,
 And dwell in stately halls;
The red gold shines upon the board,
 The silk upon the walls.
A thousand watch my Lady's eye,
 The minstrel sings her name;
None were so fair at Henry's court,
 Where all the fairest came.
For the soft moonshine's rising light,
 The pearls are on your brow:
Now, were you, lovely Ladye mine,
 The happiest then, or now?
"Nor lake, nor castle," soft she said,
 "Have any choice of mine; "I know in life one only lot,
 "So long as I am thine!"
The Miller's Dale is one of the most picturesque passages in the interesting valley of the Wye. It extends, for about two miles, in a direction south-east from Wormhill Village, and the colouring of the landscape is diversified by the appearance of loadstone and tufa intersecting the strata of this limestone district. The river, which is pent up within a narrow chasm beneath the mills, appears to rejoice at its release, as it quietly expands into a more ample stream, and glides leisurely away. This delightful dale abounds in scenes that soothe and tranquillize the mind. The stream is never turbulent, never still; though in some places the huge branches of the gnarled oak, or a weather-beaten elm, shoot from a fissure in the rock above, in a manner that Salvator would adopt; yet the light and graceful foliage with which it is accompanied, subdues every feature of wildness, and softens down the whole to beauty. When darkness pervades the Dale, and the many windows are lighted up, and not even the outline of the buildings is to be traced against the dark mountains, fancy may take it for an illuminated palace raised by the magician’s power.
# Letitia Elizabeth Landon (L. E. L.) in Fisher's Drawing Room Scrap Book, 1838/The Abbey, near Mussooree

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* THE ABBEY AND HILLS FROM NEAR MUSSOOREE.
* HIMALAYA MOUNTAINS, INDIA.
* Artist: T. C. Dibden - Engraved by: J. C. Varrall
THE ABBEY, NEAR MUSSOOREE.
THE SEAT OF J. C. GLEN, ESQ.
"On the brow of a rugged mountain, it is quite isolated from any other dwelling; and during the rainy season, when dense clouds are floating about, it has the appearance of an island in a sea of vapour."
Alone, alone, on the mountain brow, The sky above, the earth below; Your comrades the clouds with the driving rain Bathing your roof ere it reach the plain.
Loud on its way as a forest blast, The eagle that dwells at your side sweeps past; Dark are its wings, and fierce its eye, And its shadow falls o’er you in passing by.
White with the snow of a thousand years,
Tall in the distance the Chor appears;
Hot though the sunshine kindle the air.
Still hath the winter a palace there.
Away to the south the Jumna takes
Its way through the melons’ golden brakes,
Through gardens, cities, and crowded plains—
Little, methinks, on its course it gains.
Round are the woods of the ancient oak,
And pines that scorn at the woodman’s stroke;
And yet the axe is on its way,
Those stately trees in the dust to lay.
They have opened the quarries of lime and stone;
There is nothing that man will leave alone:
He buildeth the house—he tilleth the soil;
No place is free from care and toil.
Ye old and ye stately solitudes,
Where the white snow lies, and the eagle broods,
Where every sound but the wind was still;
Or the voice of the torrent adown the hill.
Wo on our wretched and busy race,
That will not leave Nature a resting-place.
We roam over earth, we sail o’er the wave,
Till there is not a quiet spot but the grave.
Some idea of the precipitousness of the Landour and Mussooree ridges may be conceived from the following fact, witnessed by Lieut. G. F. White. A gentleman riding in the upper Landour road, was, by the sudden starting of his mule, precipitated, along with the animal, over the side of the hill: the traveller happening to lodge in a tree, fortunately escaped with little injury; but the poor mule, after a few tremendous bounds, was lost sight of, and subsequently found, much mangled, more than a mile distant from the spot where the accident occurred.
# Letitia Elizabeth Landon (L. E. L.) in Fisher's Drawing Room Scrap Book, 1838/The Castle of Chillon

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* CASTLE OF CHILLON, LAKE OF GENEVA.
* Artist: S. Prout - Engraved by: J. B. Allen
THE CASTLE OF CHILLON.
Fair lake, thy lovely and thy haunted shore
 Hath only echoes for the poet’s lute;
 None may tread there save with unsandalled foot,
Submissive to the great who went before, Filled with the mighty memories of yore.  And yet how mournful are the records there—
 Captivity, and exile, and despair,
Did they endure who now endure no more.
 The patriot, the woman, and the bard,
Whose names thy winds and waters bear along;
 What did the world bestow for their reward
But suffering, sorrow, bitterness, and wrong?—
 Genius!—a hard and weary lot is thine—
 The heart thy fuel—and the grave thy shrine.
The Castle of Chillon can never be viewed without exciting the noblest associations—those to which liberty and genius give birth. The names of Bonnivard, the martyr of freedom, and of Byron, her martyr and her laureate, have consecrated the scene. With the Prisoner of Chillon are connected feelings, no less in unison with the writer’s early and deplored fate, than with the sublime and beautiful scenery around.
The style of architecture of the Castle is that of the middle ages: its aspect is gloomy and low; on one side is seen the delightful Clarens, and upon the other the town of Villeneuve. Amadeus IV., count of Savoy, was the founder of this state prison, about the year 1236. It resigned its military character in 1733, to receive and store agricultural produce. The early reformers of our religion were here cruelly incarcerated, in a range of cells that still remains entire; and from a beam that passes across one of the dungeons, many of them were executed. Rings, for the fetters and the fettered, may yet be seen hanging from the staples in the wall, and the feet of Bonnivard have left their traces in the pavement. Close by this castle, Rousseau has fixed the catastrophe of his Heloise, in the rescue of one of her children, her Julia, from the water; the shock of which, and the illness produced by the immersion, caused her death.
# Letitia Elizabeth Landon (L. E. L.) in Fisher's Drawing Room Scrap Book, 1838/The Church of St. John, and the Ruins of Lahneck Castle

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* CHURCH OF ST. JOHN AND CASTLE LAHNECK.
* On the Rhine
* Artist: S. Prout - Engraved by: R. Wallis
THE CHURCH OF ST. JOHN, AND THE RUINS OF LAHNECK CASTLE,
FORMERLY BELONGING TO THE TEMPLARS.
n the dark heights that overlook the Rhine,  Flinging long shadows on the watery plains, Crowned with grey towers, and girdled by the vine,  How little of the warlike past remains!
The castle walls are shattered, and wild flowers  Usurp the crimson banner's former sign. Where are the haughty Templars and their powers?  Their forts are perished—but not so their shrine.
Like Memory veiled, Tradition sits and tells  Her twilight histories of the olden time. How few the records of those craggy dells  But what recall some sorrow or some crime.
Of Europe's childhood was the feudal age,  When the world's sceptre was the sword; and power, Unfit for human weakness, wrong, and rage,  Knew not that curb which waits a wiser hour.
Ill suited empire with a human hand,  Authority needs rule, restraint, and awe; Order and peace spread gradual through the land,  And force submits to a diviner law.
A few great minds appear, and by their light  The many find their way; truth after truth Rise starlike on the depths of moral night,  Though even now is knowledge in its youth.
Still as those ancient heights, which only bore  The iron harvest of the sword and spear, Are now with purple vineyards covered o'er,  While corn-fields fill the fertile valleys near.
Our moral progress has a glorious scope,  Much has the past by thought and labour done; Knowledge and Peace pursue the steps of Hope,  Whose noblest victories are yet unwon.
# Letitia Elizabeth Landon (L. E. L.) in Fisher's Drawing Room Scrap Book, 1838/The Devotee

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* THE DEVOTEE.
* Artist: J. J. Jenkins - Engraved by: J. J. Jenkins
THE DEVOTEE.
VIGNETTE TITLE.
PRAYER on her lips—yet, while the maiden prayeth,  A human sorrow deepens in her eyes;
For e’en the very words of prayer she sayeth,
 A sad and lingering memory supplies.
She leans beside the vault where sleeps her mother,
 The tablet has her name upon the wall—
Her only parent, for she knew no other;
 In losing whom, the orphan lost her all.
Young, very young, she is, but wholly vanished
 Youth’s morning colours from her cheek are gone; All gayer and all careless thoughts are banished
 By the perpetual presence of but one.
And yet that sweet face is not all of sorrow,
 It wears a softer and a higher mood;
And seemeth from the world within to borrow
 A holy and a constant fortitude.
Early with every sabbath-morn returning,
 You hear her light step up the chancel come,
She looketh all the week with tender yearning
 To that old church which is to her a home.
For her own home is desolate and lonely,  Hers is the only seat beside the hearth, Sad in its summer garden, as she only  Were the last wanderer on this weary earth.
But in that ancient church her heart grows stronger  With prayers that raise their earnest eyes above; And in the presence of her God, no longer  Feels like an outcast from all hope and love.
Glorious the mighty anthem round her swelling,
 Fills the rapt spirit, sacred and sublime; Soon will for her unfold th’ immortal dwelling—
 She waiteth patient, God’s appointed time.
# Le Morte d'Arthur/Volume II/Book XXI

Book XXI
* Chapter I: How Sir Mordred presumed and took on him to be King of England, and would have married the queen, his father's wife
* Chapter II: How after that King Arthur had tidings, he returned and came to Dover, where Sir Mordred met him to let his landing; and of the death of Sir Gawaine
* Chapter III: How after, Sir Gawaine's ghost appeared to King Arthur, and warned him that he should not fight that day
* Chapter IV: How by misadventure of an adder the battle began, where Mordred was slain, and Arthur hurt to the death
* Chapter V: How King Arthur commanded to cast his sword Excalibur into the water, and how he was delivered to ladies in a barge
* Chapter VI: How Sir Bedivere found him on the morrow dead in an hermitage, and how he abode there with the hermit
* Chapter VII: Of the opinion of some men of the death of King Arthur; and how Queen Guenever made her a nun in Almesbury
* Chapter VIII: How when Sir Lancelot heard of the death of King Arthur, and of Sir Gawaine, and other matters, he came into England
* Chapter IX: How Sir Launcelot departed to seek the Queen Guenever, and how he found her at Almesbury
* Chapter X: How Sir Launcelot came to the hermitage where the Archbishop of Canterbury was, and how he took the habit on him
* Chapter XI: How Sir Launcelot went with his seven fellows to Almesbury, and found there Queen Guenever dead, whom they brought to Glastonbury
* Chapter XII: How Sir Launcelot began to sicken, and after died, whose body was borne to Joyous Gard for to be buried
* Chapter XIII: How Sir Ector found Sir Launcelot his brother dead, and how Constantine reigned next after Arthur; and of the end of this book
# Levy v. Wardell

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United States Supreme Court
258 U.S. 542
Levy v. Wardell
Argued: April 18, 1922. --- Decided: May 1, 1922
Messrs. Edward F. Treadwell and Garret W. McEnerney, both of San Francisco, Cal., for plaintiffs in error.
Mr. James A. Fowler, of Knoxville, Tenn., for defendants in error.
Mr. Justice McKENNA delivered the opinion of the Court.

## Notes

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# Lewellyn v. Electric Reduction Company

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United States Supreme Court
275 U.S. 243
Lewellyn v. Electric Reduction Company
Argued: Oct. 26, 1927. --- Decided: Nov 21, 1927
Mr. Herman J. Galloway, Asst. Atty. Gen., for petitioner.
Mr. S. Leo Ruslander, of Pittsburgh, Pa., for respondent.
Mr. Justice STONE delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Levy v. Parker/Opinion of the Court

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* Opinion of the Court
United States Supreme Court
396 U.S. 1204
Levy v. Parker
Applicant has been sentenced to three years' imprisonment after conviction of one charge each for violating Articles 90, 133, and 134 of the Uniform Code of Military Justice, 10 U.S.C. ss 890, 933, 934. He has exhausted all of his military remedies and has now filed a petition for a writ of habeas corpus in the District Court for the Middle District of Pennsylvania. He seeks release on bail pending determination of the merits. The District Court, the Court of Appeals, and the Circuit Justice, Mr. Justice Brennan, have each denied bail. This application to me therefore carries a special burden, for we very seldon grant an order that has been denied by the Circuit Justice. Indeed the practice is to refer such renewed application to the full Conference of this Court. We are now in recess and widely scattered; hence referral to the Conference is not immediately possible.
Some of the problems tendered seem substantial to me. One charge on which applicant stands convicted rests on Article 134 which makes a crime 'all disorders and neglects to the prejudice of good order and discipline in the armed forces.' In O'Callahan v. Parker, 395 U.S. 258, 89 S.Ct. 1683, 23 L.Ed.2d 291, which the lower courts did not have before them when they denied bail, we reserved decision on whether Article 134 satisfies the standards of vagueness required by due process. Apart from the question of vagueness is the question of First Amendment rights. While in the Armed Services, applicant spoke out against the war in Vietnam. The extent to which First Amendment rights available to civilians are not available to servicemen is a new and pressing problem.
It is true that applicant's sentence will expire on August 14, 1969. But in light of Carafas v. LaVallee, 391 U.S. 234, 88 S.Ct. 1556, 20 L.Ed.2d 554, I would not think that the running of the sentence would moot the petition for habeas corpus. A live controversy will continue; and I have concluded that this applicant should be released on bail until the full Court can pass on the application. For, in my view, substantial issues are presented on the merits.
The applicant, Howard B. Levy, is hereby ordered admitted to bail pending final determination of this application by the full Court when it convenes October 6, 1969.
Bail is hereby fixed in the following amount: $1,000.
Ordered this the 2d day of August, 1969.

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# Levy v. Superior Court of City and County of San Francisco

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United States Supreme Court
167 U.S. 175
Levy v. Superior Court of City and County of San Francisco
William A. Maury, for plaintiff in error.
Mr. Justice HARLAN, after stating the facts in the foregoing language, delivered the opinion of the court.

## Notes

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# Lewellyn v. Frick

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United States Supreme Court
268 U.S. 238
Lewellyn v. Frick
Argued: April 16, 1925. --- Decided: May 11, 1925
The Attorney General and Mr. James A. Fowler, Asst. Atty. Gen., for plaintiff in error.
[Argument of Counsel from pages 239-243 intentionally omitted]
Messrs. George B. Gordon, John G. Buchanan, S. G. Nolin, and Miles H. England, all of Pittsburgh, Pa., for defendants in error.
[Argument of Counsel from pages 244-249 intentionally omitted]
Mr. Justice HOLMES delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Letters from India Volume II/From the Hon F H Eden to a Friend 2

Government House, July 18, 1837.
As usual, dearest, your No. Eleven followed No. Ten, just as it ought, three weeks after. I wish you would send your Board of Admiralty to instruct our Board of Admiralty, who send their ships without regard to the date of our letters.
To be sure I can get you a stone, or stones for 20l. which will be worth having if I take my time about it. In three months we make what Lord M—— would call ‘our progress’ ​up the country, and Delhi is the place for precious-stone merchants, who all come flocking to the camp. There are all sorts of curiosities to be found there, and, in fact, none here except at five times their worth; so I will wait to spend your substance till I get there.
My dear, the King of Oude is dead! I think I see you start, and at once embrace all the political importance of such an event. Then, rousing yourself from mightier thoughts, you will rush to order your Court mourning. We talk of it mysteriously, because we talk of all Indian affairs mysteriously. We almost think it indiscreet of any public character to do so public a thing as to die; and we have been in a state of the highest indignation because our old Begum, evidently a superior woman, seeing the throne empty and comfortable-looking, seated herself and a little adopted boy upon it, and there reigned for half an hour, when we, in our usual despotic manner, went and took her off, and, an enemy says, plundered the throne of its jewels. This is formally denied, but to-day being Tuesday, when people come to see us in the evening, I expect to see George and the members of the Council appear with ​diamonds and pearls stitched on their coats instead of buttons.
We have found out a remarkably harmless old man, whom we call the right heir, and have seated him on the throne. If he will do all we tell him, he will probably be allowed to reign as despotically as he pleases.
What a country we live in! And what a tragedy might have taken place in my room two nights ago! There is a little lory sleeps in my dressing-room on a stand. It is only inferior in merit to the lamented feathered angel for whom you and Lord —— are trying to concoct a name. It is not his habit to scream, and he woke me by screaming supernaturally. My gazelle bounded against the mosquito—house, and an opaque body jumped out of the window. Such a situation! Gazelle stamped about for the remainder of the night, and my lory had lost twenty feathers, for the ayah counted them and would not be comforted. Ever since, the house has been haunted day and night by a monkey. There is no peace, no safety. The sentinels are baffled, for it comes in at the windows. An aide-de-camp is woke by finding it dancing at the foot of his bed, ​another by hearing him chattering by the side of it. It has broken some of my china cups and has carried off bodily our little French servant's large green parrot; that makes me shudder for my lory. Unless the monkey can be caught or killed, George must abdicate and go home; life is not worth having on such terms.
Yours affectionately,
F. H. Eden.
# Letters from India Volume II/From the Hon F H Eden to a Friend 1

Barrackpore, May 22, 1837.
Didn't I get your No. 7 last week? Have I not got your No. 8 this week? And don’t I mean to have your No. 9 next? There is some sense when letters come in that way; it looks almost as if the sea were beginning to listen to reason. We have had heaps of letters during the last fortnight—none of a later date than the middle of January—but there is a quantity of wind just now, and evidently blowing straight from England. You all write in the same odd, dreamy way about some white, cold substance which falls from the sky and cuts up your communication with each other—the tops of Twelfth cakes probably, and very tiresome and sticky it must be.
I always write to you when I am here, because, though all the windows and blinds are shut, and the house, in fact, full of people, there is a false air of liberty and solitude about it, which is exhilarating. The only civility we can show our female guests is to beg them to have tiffin sent to their bungalows, because it must be so unpleasant to cross in the sun; and ​generally they most heartily accept it; so from breakfast to dinner we see nothing of them. Then we do contrive to get out half an hour earlier here than at Calcutta; and there never was anything like the green of the park and the beauty of the river just now. The school is finished—really a beautiful building. And we have a most clever native schoolmaster. In two months he has taught his two first, classes to read English, and answer English questions, quite wonderfully; and, indeed, all the little black boys in the village show their vocation for study by running after the carriage by moonlight and calling out ‘Good morning, sir!’ The menagerie is flourishing too, though the young tiger showed a young fancy for a young child, and is shut, up in consequence; and the little bear gave a little claw at a little officer, and is shut up too; and the large white monkey, which was shut up, got out, walked into the coachman’s bungalow, and bit a little boy’s ear; and the three sloths have been taking a lively turn, which is horrid and supernatural; and his ‘Excellency’ has got an odd twist upon the subject of the rhinoceroses, and connives at their fence not being mended, ​so that they may roam about the park, whereby a respectable elderly gentleman, given to dining out at the cantonments, has been twice nearly frightened into fits. The story, now twice repeated, of the two beasts roaring as they pursue his buggy is very moving to hear; and his ‘Excellency’ smiles complacently and says, ‘Yes, they are fine beasts and not the least vicious.’
Chance lives and flourishes, and passes much time in the water, and has quite a travelled mind. Gazelle is lying on his shawl, with three small baskets before him, filled respectively with rice, leaves, and grass, and is growing rather tall.
Believe me, yours most affectionately,
F. H. Eden.