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# Stimpson v. West Chester Railroad Company

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# The American Cyclopædia (1879)/Walther von der Vogelweide

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WALTHER VON DER VOGELWEIDE (“Walter of the bird meadow”), a German minnesinger, born in Franconia or Austria between 1165 and 1170, died in Würzburg about 1228. He was of a noble but not wealthy family, and learned the art of poetry under Reinmar. He found his first patron at Vienna in Duke Frederick, and about 1187 began to compose poems. After the death of the duke in 1198, he led for many years a wandering life, attaching himself to a number of princes in succession. Toward the close of his life he received from the emperor Frederick II. a valuable fief near Würzburg. His early verses were chiefly love songs, but in later years he treated of the crusades and the civil commotions in Germany. Editions of his poems have been published by Lachmann (1827; 4th ed., 1864), Wackernagel and Rieger (1862), and Pfeiffer (1864). Horing has furnished a Glossarium to his poems (1844),
and his life has been written by Uhland (1822) and Menzel (1865).
# The American Cyclopædia (1879)/Washington, William Augustine

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WASHINGTON, William Augustine, an American soldier, born in Stafford co., Va., Feb. 28, 1752, died in Charleston, S. C., March 6, 1810. He was the son of Baily Washington, and was educated for the ministry, but entered the continental army with the rank of captain. He took part in the battles of Long Island, Trenton, and Princeton, and afterward commanded a troop of light horse in South Carolina. For his conduct in the battle of Cowpens he received a silver medal from congress. He was captured at Eutaw Springs (1781) and kept a prisoner till the close of the war, when he settled in Charleston. In 1798 he was made a member of Gen. Washington's staff with the rank of brigadier general.
# The American Cyclopædia (1879)/Watertown (Wisconsin)

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WATERTOWN, a city of Wisconsin, partly in Dodge and partly in Jefferson co., on both sides of Rock river, spanned here by six bridges, at the junction of the Chicago and Northwestern, and the Chicago, Milwaukee, and St. Paul railroads, 43 m. W. by N. of Milwaukee, and 35 m. E. by N. of Madison; pop. in 1870, 7,550; in 1875, 9,524. It is divided into seven wards, of which five are in Jefferson co. and two in Dodge co. It is surrounded by one of the most productive districts in the state, and has an important trade. The chief manufactories are six flouring mills, two breweries, a threshing machine factory, three brick manufactories, four saw mills, and two sash, door, and blind factories. There are two banks, four hotels, four union school buildings, five denominational schools, three weekly newspapers (one German), and 16 churches. Watertown is the seat of the Northwestern university (Lutheran), chartered in 1864, which in 1875-'6 had 7 instructors, 32 collegiate and 171 preparatory students, and a library of 2,100 volumes. The college of Our Lady of the Sacred Heart (Roman Catholic) was chartered in 1872, and in 1875-'6 had 8 instructors and 25 collegiate
and 75 preparatory students.—Watertown was settled in 1836; it was incorporated as a village in 1849, and as a city in 1858.
# The American Cyclopædia (1879)/Washington, Bushrod

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WASHINGTON, Bushrod, an American jurist, born in Westmoreland co., Va., June 5, 1762, died in Philadelphia, Nov. 26, 1829. He was the son of John Augustine Washington, a younger brother of George Washington. In the winter of 1780-'81 he volunteered in a troop of horse commanded by Col. J. F. Mercer, and continued to the service till the disbanding of the troop after the siege of Yorktown. He afterward studied law in Philadelphia, practised in his native county, in 1787 was elected to the Virginia house of delegates, and in 1788 was a member of the convention to ratify the constitution of the United States. In 1798 President Adams appointed him one of the judges of the supreme court of the United States. By the will of Gen. Washington he became the possessor of the Mount Vernon estate, and resided there; he bequeathed it to his nephew, John Augustine Washington.
# The American Cyclopædia (1879)/Washington (borough)

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WASHINGTON, a borough and the county seat of Washington co., Pennsylvania, 31 m. S. W. of Pittsburgh by the Chartiers railroad; pop. in 1870, 3,571. It is connected by a branch of the Baltimore and Ohio railroad with Wheeling, W. Va. There are two iron founderies, a woollen factory, two coach factories, and various other manufactories, a national bank, a savings bank, several schools, three weekly newspapers, and 11 churches, viz.: Baptist, Disciples', Episcopal, Lutheran, Methodist (3), Presbyterian (3), and Roman Catholic. Washington is the seat of Washington female seminary, and of Washington and Jefferson college (Presbyterian), formed in 1865 by the union of Jefferson and Washington colleges. It occupies fine grounds, on which commodious new buildings have been recently erected. It comprises preparatory and collegiate departments, the latter having classical and scientific courses. The libraries contain 8,000 volumes; the endowment amounts to $220,000. In 1875-'6 there were 10 instructors and 21 preparatory and 136 collegiate students. Jefferson college, at Canonsburg, Pa., was chartered in 1802, and grew out of the Canonsburg academy, opened in 1791. Washington college was chartered in
1806, and grew out of Washington academy, chartered in 1787 and opened in 1789. The number of graduates of Jefferson college is 1,890; of Washington college, 846; of Washington and Jefferson college (1876), 298.
# The American Cyclopædia (1879)/Watertown (New York)

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WATERTOWN, a city and the county seat of Jefferson co., New York, on the Black river, 10 m. above its mouth in Lake Ontario, at the intersection of the Rome, Watertown, and Ogdensburg and the Utica and Black River railroads, 145 m. N. W. of Albany and 250 m. N. W. of New York city; pop. in 1870, 9,336; in 1875, 10,041. The city is handsomely laid out in wide streets, well shaded principally with maple, and contains a large number of handsome public buildings and private residences. The county poorhouse and insane asylum are just outside the city limits. Brookside cemetery is about 3 m. S. of the city, and contains 70 acres. The grounds of the county agricultural society and the river park race course are within the limits. The river divides the city into two unequal portions, which are connected by three bridges, one a suspension bridge of iron. It is surrounded by a rich agricultural country, abounding in limestone and iron, with which it carries on a valuable trade. It has unbroken railroad connection with New York and the Pennsylvania coal regions. The Black river falls 112 ft. in its passage through the city, a distance of less than two miles,
affording water power equivalent to nearly 84,000 horse power, much of which is utilized. The chief establishments are six flouring mills, producing 200,000 barrels annually; four paper mills, producing 3,600 tons of printing paper annually; steam engine works, two founderies, sewing machine works, a spring wagon manufactory, knitting machine works, a paper flour sack manufactory, a cotton mill, four tanneries, two carriage manufactories, two furniture factories, two breweries, a malt house, nine boot and shoe factories, seven cigar factories, five planing mills, and five sash and door manufactories. There are four national banks, with an aggregate capital of $760,000; two state banks, capital $400,000; a savings bank, with $314,842 deposits in 1875; and four fire insurance companies. The city has an efficient police force and fire department, and is lighted with gas. Water is pumped from the river into two reservoirs with a combined capacity of 6,500,000 gallons, within one mile of the centre of the city, on the brow of a limestone ridge 180 ft. above the level of the public square. The assessed value of real estate in 1875 was $5,496,225; of personal property, $3,460,300. The public schools embrace a high school and inferior grades. There are nine school buildings; children of school age in 1875, 3,031; number enrolled, 2,032; teachers, 44; school expenditures, $36,996 35, including $17,998 50 for teachers' wages; value of school property, $88,131 58. The public school library contains 2,728 volumes. Two daily and three weekly newspapers are published. There are nine churches, viz.: Baptist, Episcopal (2), Methodist (2), Presbyterian (2), Roman Catholic, and Universalist.—Watertown was settled in 1800, incorporated as a village in 1816, and as a city in 1869.
# The Annotated "Ulysses"/Page 049

And no more turn aside and brood.
His gaze brooded on his broadtoed boots, a buck’s castoffs nebeneinander. He counted the creases of rucked leather wherein another’s foot had nested warm. The foot that beat the ground in tripudium, foot I dislove. But you were delighted when Esther Osvalt’s shoe went on you : girl I knew in Paris. Tiens, quel petit pied! Staunch friend, a brother soul : Wilde’s love that dare not speak its name. He now will leave me. And the blame? As I am. As I am. All or not at all.
In long lassoes from the Cock lake the water flowed full, covering green- goldenly lagoons of sand, rising, flowing. My ashplant will float away. I shall wait. No, they will pass on, passing chafing against the low rocks, swirling, passing. Better get this job over quick. Listen : a fourworded wavespeech : seesoo, hrss, rsseeiss, ooos. Vehement breath of waters amid seasnakes, rearing horses, rocks. In cups of rocks it slops : flop, slop, slap : bounded in barrels. And, spent, its speech ceases. It flows purling, widely flowing, floating foam- pool, flower unfurling.
Under the upswelling tide he saw the writhing weeds lift languidly and sway reluctant arms, hising up their petticoats, in whispering water swaying and upturning coy silver fronds. Day by day : night by night : lifted, flooded and let fall. Lord, they are weary : and, whispered to, they sigh. Saint Ambrose heard it, sigh of leaves and waves, waiting, awaiting the fullness of their times, diebus ac noctibus iniurias patiens ingemiscit. To no end gathered : vainly then released, forth flowing, wending back : loom of the moon. Weary too in sight of lovers, lascivious men, a naked woman shining in her courts, she draws a toil of waters.
Five fathoms out there. Full fathom five thy father lies. At one he said. Found drowned. High water at Dublin bar. Driving before it a loose drift of rubble, fanshoals of fishes, silly shells. A corpse rising saltwhite from the undertow, bobbing landward, a pace a pace a porpoise. There he is. Hook it quick. Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor. We have him. Easy now.
Bag of corpsegas sopping in foul brine. A quiver of minnows, fat of a spongy titbit, flash through the slits of his buttoned trouserfly. God becomes man becomes fish becomes barnacle goose becomes featherbed mountain. Dead breaths I living breathe, tread dead dust, devour a urinous offal from all dead. Hauled stark over the gunwale he breathes upward the stench of his green grave, his leprous nosehole snoring to the sun.
A seachange this, brown eyes saltblue. Seadeath, mildest of all deaths

## Annotations

"And no more turn aside and brood"
Quotation from W. B. Yeats' poem "Who goes with Fergus?" (Cf. "Telemachus" episode, Page 009)
# The Annotated "Ulysses"/Page 045

them bloody well boulders, bones for my steppingstones. Feefawfum. I zmellz de bloodz odz an Iridzman.
A point, live dog, grew into sight running across the sweep of sand. Lord, is he going to attack me? Respect his liberty. You will not be master of others or their slave. I have my stick. Sit tight. From farther away, walking shoreward across from the crested tide, figures, two. The two maries. They have tucked it safe mong the bulrushes. Peekaboo. I see you. No, the dog. He is running back to them. Who?
Galleys of the Lochlanns ran here to beach, in quest of prey, their blood- beaked prows riding low on a molten pewter surf. Dane vikings, torcs of tomahawks aglitter on their breasts when Malachi wore the collar of gold. A school of turlehide whales stranded in hot noon, spouting, hobbling in the shallows. Then from the starving cagework city a horde of jerkined dwarfs, my people, with flayers’ knives, running, scaling, hacking in green blubbery whalemeat. Famine, plague and slaughters. Their blood is in me, their lusts my waves. I moved among them on the frozen Liffey, that I, a changeling, among the spluttering resin fires. I spoke to no-one : none to me.
The dog’s bark ran towards him, stopped, ran back. Dog of my enemy. I just simply stood pale, silent, bayed about. Terribilia meditans. A primrose doublet, fortune’s knave, smiled on my fear. For that are you pining, the bark of their applause? Pretenders : live their lives. The Bruce’s brother, Thomas Fitzgerald, silken knight, Perkin Warbeck, York’s false scion, in breeches of silk of whiterose ivory, wonder of a day, and Lambert Simnel, with a tail of nans and sutlers, a scullion crowned. All kings’ sons. Paradise of pretenders then and now. He saved men from drowning and you shake at a cur’s yelping. But the courtiers who mocked Guido in Or san Michele were in their own house. House of... We don’t want any of your medieval abstrusiosities. Would you do what he did? A boat would be near, a lifebuoy. Natürlich, put there for you. Would you or would you not? The man that was drowned nine days ago off Maiden’s rock. They are waiting for him now. The truth, spit it out. I would want to. I would try. I am not a strong swimmer. Water cold soft. When I put my face into it in the basin at Clongowes. Can’t see! who’s behind me? Out quickly, quickly! Do you see the tide flowing quickly in on all sides, sheeting the lows of sands quickly, shellcocoacoloured? If I had land under my feet I want his life still to be his, mine to be mine. A drowning man. His human eyes scream to me out of horror of his death. I... With him together down... I could not save her. Waters : bitter death : lost.
# The Annotated "Ulysses"/Page 050

known to man. Old Father Ocean. Prix de Paris : beware of imitations. Just you
give it a fair trial. We enjoyed ourselves immensely.
Come. I thirst. Clouding over. No black clouds anywhere, are there? Thunderstorm. Allbright he falls, proud lightning of the intellect, Lucifer, dico, qui nescit occasum. No. My cockle hat and staff and hismy sandal shoon. Where? To evening lands. Evening will find itself.
He took the hilt of his ashplant, lunging with it softly, dallying still. Yes, evening will find itself in me, without me. All days make their end. By the way next when is it? Tuesday will be the longest day. Of all the glad new year, mother, the rum tum tiddledy tum. Lawn Tennyson, gentleman poet. Già. For the old hag with the yellow teeth. And Monsieur Drumont, gentle- man journalist. Già. My teeth are very bad. Why, I wonder? Feel. That one is going too. Shells. Ought I go to a dentist, I wonder, with that money? That one. Toothless Kinch, the superman. Why is that, I wonder, or does it mean something perhaps?
My handkerchief. He threw it. I remember. Did I not take it up?
His hand groped vainly in his pockets. No, I didn’t. Better buy one.
He laid the dry snot picked from his nostril on a ledge of rock, carefully. For the rest let look who will.
Behind. Perhaps there is someone.
He turned his face over a shoulder, rere regardant. Moving through the air high spars of a threemaster, her sails brailed up on the crosstrees, homing, upstream, silently moving, a silent ship.
# The Annotated "Ulysses"/Page 054

— Afraid of the chickens she is, he said mockingly. Afraid of the chook- chooks. I never saw such a stupid pussens as the pussens.
Cruel. Her nature. Curious mice never squeal. Seem to like it.
— Mrkrgnao! the cat said loudly.
She blinked up out of her avid shameclosing eyes, mewing plaintively and long, showing him her milkwhite teeth. He watched the dark eyeslits narrowing with greed till her eyes were green stones. Then he went to the dresser, took the jug Hanlon’s milkman had just filled for him, poured warm bubbled milk on a saucer and set it slowly on the floor.
— Gurrhr! she cried, running to lap.
He watched the bristles shining wirily in the weak light as she tipped three times and licked lightly. Wonder is it true if you clip them they can’t mouse after. Why? They shine in the dark, perhaps, the tips. Or kind of feelers in the dark, perhaps.
He listened to her licking lap. Ham and eggs, no. No good eggs with this drouth. Want pure fresh water. Thursday : not a good day either for a mutton kidney at Buckley’s. Fried with butter, a shake of pepper. Better a pork kidney at Dlugacz’s. While the kettle is boiling. She lapped slower, then licking the saucer clean. Why are their tongues so rough? To lap better, all porous holes. Nothing she can eat? He glanced round him. No.
On quietly creaky boots he went up the staircase to the hall, paused by the bedroom door. She might like something tasty. Thin bread and butter she likes in the morning. Still perhaps : once in a way.
He said softly in the bare hall :
— I am going round the corner. Be back in a minute.
And when he had heard his voice say it he added :
— You don’t want anything for breakfast?
A sleepy soft grunt answered :
— Mn.
No. She did not want anything. He heard then a warm heavy sigh, softer, as she turned over and the loose brass quoits of the bedstead jingled. Must get those settled really. Pity. All the way from Gibraltar. Forgotten any little Spanish she knew. Wonder what her father gave for it. Old style. Ah yes, of course. Bought it at the governor’s auction. Got a short knock. Hard as nails at a bargain, old Tweedy. Yes, sir. At Plevna that was. I rose from the ranks, sir, and I’m proud of it. Still he had brains enough to make that corner in stamps. Now that was farseeing.
# The Annotated "Ulysses"/Page 053

Mr Leopold Bloom ate with relish the inner organs of beasts and fowls. He liked thick giblet soup, nutty gizzards, a stuffed roast heart, liver slices fried with crustcrumbs, fried hencod’s roes. Most of all he liked grilled mutton kidneys which gave to his palate a fine tang of faintly scented urine.
Kidneys were in his mind as he moved about the kitchen softly, righting her breakfast things on the humpy tray. Gelid light and air were in the kitchen but out of doors gentle summer morning everywhere. Made him feel a bit peckish.
The coals were reddening.
Another slice of bread and butter : three, four : right. She didn’t like her plate full. Right. He turned from the tray, lifted the kettle off the hob and set it sideways on the fire. It sat there, dull and squat, its spout stuck out. Cup of tea soon. Good. Mouth dry. The cat walked stiffly round a leg of the table with tail on high.
— Mkgnao!
— O, there you are, Mr Bloom said, turning from the fire.
The cat mewed in answer and stalked again stiffly round a leg of the table, mewing. Just how she stalks over my writingtable. Prr. Scratch my head. Prr.
Mr Bloom watched curiously, kindly, the lithe black form. Clean to see : the gloss of her sleek hide, the white button under the butt of her tail, the green flashing eyes. He bent down to her, his hands on his knees.
— Milk for the pussens, he said.
— Mrkgnao! the cat cried.
They call them stupid. They understand what we say better than we understand them. She understands all she wants to. Vindictive too. Wonder what I look like to her. Height of a tower? No, she can jump me.
# The Annotated "Ulysses"/Page 048

sun he bent over far to a table of rock and scribbled words. That’s twice I forgot to take slips from the library counter.
His shadow lay over the rocks as he bent, ending. Why not endless till the farthest star? Darkly they are there behind this light, darkness shining in the brightness, delta of Cassiopeia, worlds. Me sits there with his augur’s rod of ash, in borrowed sandals, by day beside a livid sea, unbeheld, in violet night walking beneath a reign of uncouth stars. I throw this ended shadow from me, manshape ineluctable, call it back. Endless, would it be mine, form of my form? Who watches me here? Who ever anywhere will read these written words? Signs on a white field. Somewhere to someone in your flutiest voice. The good bishop of Cloyne took the veil of the temple out of his shovel hat : veil of space with coloured emblems hatched on its field. Hold hard. Coloured on a flat : yes, that’s right. Flat I see, then think distance, near, far, flat I see, east, back. Ah, see now. Falls back suddenly, frozen in stereoscope. Click does the trick. You find my words dark. Darkness is in our souls, do you not think? Flutier. Our souls, shamewounded by our sins, cling to us yet more, a woman to her lover clinging, the more the more.
She trusts me, her hand gentle, the longlashed eyes. Now where the blue hell am I bringing her beyond the veil? Into the ineluctable modality of the ineluctable visuality. She, she, she. What she? The virgin at Hodges Figgis’ window on Monday looking in for one of the alphabet books you were going to write. Keen glance you gave her. Wrist through the braided jesse of her sunshade. She lives in Leeson park, with a grief and kickshaws, a lady of letters. Talk that to some one else, Stevie : a pickmeup. Bet she wears those curse of God stays suspenders and yellow stockings, darned with lumpy wool. Talk about apple dumplings, piuttosto. Where are your wits?
Touch me. Soft eyes. Soft soft soft hand. I am lonely here. O, touch me soon, now. What is that word known to all men? I am quiet here alone. Sad too. Touch, touch me.
He lay back at full stretch over the sharp rocks, cramming the scribbled note and pencil into a pocket, his hat tilted down on his eyes. That is Kevin Egan’s movement I made nodding for his nap, sabbath sleep. Et vidit Deus. Et erant valde bona. Alo! Bonjour, welcome as the flowers in May. Under its leaf he watched through peacocktwittering lashes the southing sun. I am caught in this burning scene. Pan’s hour, the faunal noon. Among gumheavy serpentplants, milkoozing fruits, where on the tawny waters leaves lie wide. Pain is far.