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# Poems of Letitia Elizabeth Landon (L. E. L.) in Friendship’s Offering, 1825/The Sailor

In the absence of a historical internet source, the text for this first poem has been transcribed from F. J. Sypher. This is for completeness’ sake: hopefully, in the future, a contemporary source will become readily available.
THE SAILOR
He was their last and their only child, But one remaining of many; And is not the blossom the last on the bough The most beloved of any? They brought him up ’mid the mountain and flood, Till the spirit of sickness was banish’d, And the roses of health laugh’d on the cheek, Whose hectic bloom had vanish’d. And chiefly is was the boy’s delight To make ships of slips of willow; And then he would call the lake a sea, And the rippling wave a billow. And he loved, on the long and winter’s night, To read each gallant story, How the brave had raised the blood-red flag, And died for their country’s glory; And how some had sailed to stranger climes, With but sea and sky before them, Till the God, whose marvels they’d seen, saw fit To their native land to restore them. His mother wept, but his heart was fix’d On a sailor’s life of danger;— He envied the wind, for it could be O’er the wild sea-waves a ranger! She blest him beside his father’s grave, And the setting sun shone o’er him. His lighted brow seemed an augury Of the life that lay before him. Oh, hope is catching—she found it so, And her mother’s grief, concealing; While he was still by her side, she felt The glow of her sailor’s feeling. But when he went, and she saw him turn, And gaze on the home he was leaving, What bitter tears wash’d away the web The fairy hope had been weaving. That night she sat down to her lonely meal
And wept; there were none to chide her, That night it was a servant’s hand Laid the book of prayer beside her. The boy was glad—but one fond thought Of the mother, who smooth’d his pillow, Fill’d his eyes with tears, when, for the first time, His slumber was waked by the pillow. But he slept ’mid dreams of the blood-red flag, The ball and the grape-shot’s rattle, The cutlass sweeping the boarded deck, And the storm of an ocean battle. But his ship was bound for a sultry clime, Where an Indian sun was beaming, And from every wind that swept the sail, Was the breath of fever streaming; And men who had stood, unscath’d, when the balls Like dust on the gale were flying, And those whom the tempest of night had spared, Were now like spring leaves dying. He, too, was fading; that sailor youth, The rose of his cheek had departed, And his thought had turn’d to his own dear home— And the mother he left broken-hearted. It was one evening—the signal gun O’er the echoing wind was ringing, And the warning waves broke round the ship As if they a dirge were singing. He heard the sound, his steps grew faint, And his pale brow waxed yet paler; Next day the sea o’er the hammock broke, Where slept the youthful sailor. ’Tis the church yard here where his father rests, Here his mother’s grave is making; And his is where the wild wind sweeps, And the ocean waves are breaking.
# Popular Science Monthly/Volume 37/May 1890/Obituary Notes

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Prof. Van Quenstedt, of Tübingen, one of the most famous of German paleontologists, died December 21st, at an advanced age. He was the author of a work on the Jura, and of a Handbook of Petrefactenkunde, or the science of petrifactions. He had an especially profound knowledge of the Lias of Würtemberg and its fossils.
M. Ch. Fievez, assistant in the spectroscopic department of the Royal Observatory of Brussels, died February 2d, aged forty-five years. He studied first for the military profession, but was invited to the observatory by M. Houzeau, and entered it after studying under Janssen at Meudon. His most important work was the construction of a chart of the solar spectrum on a larger scale than that of Angström. He made a detailed study of the spectrum of carbon, and experiments on the behavior of spectral lines under the influence of magnetism and of changes of temperature.
Dr. C. C. Parry, a distinguished American botanist, recently died at Davenport, Iowa, aged sixty-seven years. He made valuable collections of plants, and was an authority in the classification of the North American flora. He was for several years a botanist in the* Agricultural Department in Washington. Mount Parry, near Denver, was named after him.
Prof. Richard Owen, geologist, died from accidental poisoning at his home in New Harmony, Ind., March 24th. He was a son of the Scotch philanthropist, Robert Owen, and was born in Scotland, January 6, 1810. Having been schooled in Europe and come to the United States, he studied civil engineering in Kentucky, was a Professor of Geology there, served in the United States Survey, was a captain in the Mexican War, was State Geologist for Indiana, professor in Indiana State University, and lieutenant-colonel and colonel in Indiana volunteer regiments.
# Poems of Letitia Elizabeth Landon (L. E. L.) in The English Bijou Almanacks, 1836-1839/Martin

"Martin.
"Mighty painter, thou hast bowed
To thy will the thunder-cloud;
To thy lifted hand is given
How to wield the fiery levin;
And thine are the solemn walls
Of Palmyra's desert halls;
And thy art doth build again
Palace, temple, tomb, and fane.
Other painters lend a grace
To the present's lovely face,
But a nobler gift thou hast—
Thou art master of the past."
# Poems of Letitia Elizabeth Landon (L. E. L.) in The English Bijou Almanacks, 1836-1839/Raffaelle

"Raffaelle.
"Oh, born beneath those summer hours,
That turn our common earth to flowers,
Where wind the myrtles round the hill,
And sunshine dances on the rill,
Till life is loveliness, and teems
With all the spirit's fairest dreams:
Young painter, this inspired thy hand,
Thy own rose-bound Italian land,
And made thy soft and flowing line
Of human beauty half divine.
Thy colours caught the heaven above,
Till painting turned to life and love.
# Poems of Letitia Elizabeth Landon (L. E. L.) in The English Bijou Almanacks, 1836-1839/King William IV

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KING WILLIAM IV.
First line
A Thousand torches light the air,
# Poems of Letitia Elizabeth Landon (L. E. L.) in The English Bijou Almanacks, 1836-1839/Mozart

From The Star, 27th January 1838, page 99
MISS LANDON'S LATEST EFFUSION TO THE MUSICAL GENIUS OF MOZART.
It lingereth on the ear at night,
It haunteth it by day,
The spirit of a lonely song
That will not pass away;
The music, which he left behind,
Is of the heart, and of the mind.
How can we honour them enough,
Men who bequeath to earth
The spiritual and beautiful
Which in themselves had birth!
Give them life's noblest gift, let fame
Shed its long sunshine round their name.
# Poems of Letitia Elizabeth Landon (L. E. L.) in The English Bijou Almanacks, 1836-1839/Mrs. Somerville

From The Literary Gazette, 24th December, 1836.
"Mrs. Somerville.
She has brought down beside the hearth
 The secrets of the skies,
And made the far and mighty stars
 Familiar to our eyes.
This has a woman done; and she
 Is graceful, winning, mild; And mingles with the sage’s lore,  The sweetness of a child.
In life‘s divine and common things
 Alike she has her part; The gifted and the glorious mind
 Touched by the gentle heart."
# Poems of Letitia Elizabeth Landon (L. E. L.) in The English Bijou Almanacks, 1836-1839/Lady Blessington

LADY BLESSINGTON.
Yet on the haunted canvass dwells
 The beauty of that face,
Which art’s departed master held
 His sweetest task to trace;
None see it but are prisoners held
 In its strong toil of grace.
Nature, thy fairy godmother,
 Has lavished, for thy part, A prodigality of gifts
 To make thee what thou art;
The lovely face, the gifted mind,
 The kind and generous heart.
# Poems of Letitia Elizabeth Landon (L. E. L.) in The English Bijou Almanacks, 1836-1839/Madame Malibran

From The Mirror of Literature, Amusement and Instruction, 14th January 1837, page 23
MADAME MALIBRAN.
Mournfully, ah! mournfully  Shed the myrtle o'er her; Not alone with verse and flower—  With the heart deplore her.
Sweet emotions, smiles and tears,  Lived amid her numbers; Let their tender memory  Sanctify her slumbers.
Angels claim the angel one;  Fling the palm above her; Too late, with a fond regret,  We find how much we love her.
# Poems of Letitia Elizabeth Landon (L. E. L.) in The English Bijou Almanacks, 1836-1839/Pasta

PASTA.
I see thee, with thy night-black hair
Flung wild and loose in thy despair;
Upraised are thy imploring hands
To heaven, which yet thy prayer withstands;
And in thy deep and flashing eye
Is passion’s utter agony.
A Grecian statue dost thou seem,
Wrought up in some tumultuous dream;
While in the music of thy tone
Is every thrill to sorrow known.
Queen art thou—and still must be queen,
While one heart keeps thy haunting scene.
# Poems of Letitia Elizabeth Landon (L. E. L.) in The English Bijou Almanacks, 1836-1839/Queen Victoria

The English Bijou Almanack, 1838
From The Mirror of Literature, Amusement and Instruction, 1837, Supplement, page 422
HER MOST GRACIOUS MAJESTY, QUEEN VICTORIA.
And has that young and graceful hand
 Empire o'er land and sea? Yet though upon the lion's mane,
 Our little tome may be
A fitting offering, calling back
 Thy childish days to thee.
A toy—a trifle, not the less
 Our fairy volume brings
The heartfelt wishes for thy sake
 That wait on graver things;
May every hour its tablets note
 For thee wear angels' wings.
# Polizzi v. Cowles Magazines

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## Concurring Opinion

    Burton

## Dissenting Opinion

    Black
United States Supreme Court
345 U.S. 663
Polizzi v. Cowles Magazines
Argued: March 10, 1953. --- Decided: June 1, 1953
Petition for Clarification Denied June 15, 1953.
See 345 U.S. 988, 73 S.Ct. 1128.
Mr. A. C. Dressler, Miami, Fla., for petitioner.
Mr. Manuel Lee Robbins, New York City, for respondent.
Mr. Justice MINTON delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Polk's Lessee v. Wendal

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United States Supreme Court
13 U.S. 87
Polk's Lessee v. Wendal
Absent. LIVINGSTON, J. TODD, J. & STORY, J.

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# Polizzi v. Cowles Magazines/Concurrence Burton

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* Concurring Opinion Burton
* Dissenting Opinion Black
United States Supreme Court
345 U.S. 663
Polizzi v. Cowles Magazines
Argued: March 10, 1953. --- Decided: June 1, 1953
Mr. Justice BURTON, concurring in part and dissenting in part.
I agree that the District Court and the Court of Appeals erroneously referred to the wrong venue statute in deciding the question of 'doing business.' Like Mr. Justice BLACK I think it unfortunate that this case must be prolonged by a remand to consider again the same 'doing business' question under another statute. Unlike Mr. Justice BLACK, however, I find nothing in the majority opinion to suggest that the enlightened rationale of our more recent cases such as International Shoe Co. v. State of Washington, 326 U.S. 310, 66 S.Ct. 154, 90 L.Ed. 95, has been abandoned or impaired. Nor do I find any hint in the majority opinion that anything in the Constitution or other federal law prohibits the trial of this case in a United States District Court in Florida. My objection is that the majority have not ruled on this question at all.

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# Portsmouth Harbor Land Hotel Company v. United States

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* Portsmouth Harbor Land Hotel Company v. United States (250 U.S. 1)
* Portsmouth Harbor Land Hotel Company v. United States (260 U.S. 327)
# Ports of the world - Canton/Wati and Honan

* WATI AND HONAN
Wati and Honan are both as old as Canton, because Chinese legends tell of the two islands being settled at about the same time Canton was founded by the Chinese. Canton, itself, is known as the "City of Rams," because of the ancient legend which claims that its founders—five Genii, clad in garments of five colors, rode through the air on five rams, each bearing five varieties of grains, which they presented to the people of Canton upon their arrival in the village or settlement. "Canton" is the English mispronunciation of "Kwangtung"—the province in which the port is located. The real Chinese name for the city is "Kwong Chow," the name dating back to the period of the three states, 220-280 A. D. Before that time Canton was known as "Nam Hoi."
Canton was incorporated into the Empire of China during the dynasty of Chin-Chi-Wong, the Emperor who built the Great Wall and burned the Chinese classics in 218 B. C.
# Portsmouth Harbor Land Hotel Company v. United States (250 U.S. 1)/Opinion of the Court

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United States Supreme Court
250 U.S. 1
Portsmouth Harbor Land Hotel Company v. United States
Argued: May 1, 1919. --- Decided: May 19, 1919
Messrs. John Lowell, of Boston, Mass., and Frank W. Hackett, of Washington, D. C., for appellants.
Mr. Assistant Attorney General Brown, for the United States.
Memorandum opinion by the CHIEF JUSTICE.
Recovery was sought in the court below from the United States for property taken by it as the result of the alleged firing of guns in a fortification on the coast of Maine and the passing of the projectiles over and across a portion of the land alleged to have been taken. The court, finding that a former case by it decided against the owners and here affirmed (Peabody v. United States, 231 U.S. 530, 34 Sup. Ct. 159, 58 L. Ed. 351), for taking of the same land resulting from instances of gun fire resulting from the same fort and guns, was identical with this except for some occasional subsequent acts of gun fire, held that case to be conclusive of this and rejected the claim on the merits
Coming to consider this action of the court in the light of the findings by it made, we are constrained to the conclusion that it was right, and that no possible difference exists between this and the Peabody Case. Before applying this conclusion we say that we find that the record discloses no ground for the applications here made to remand and for additional findings.
Judgment affirmed.

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# Ports of the world - Canton/The Chinese Fleet

* THE CHINESE FLEET
During the rule of the Manchu dynasty each province controlled its own navy and worked independently of the central Government; but, with the formation of the Republic, a reorganization was effected, and in August, 1912, the Chinese fleet was placed under the control of the Ministry of the Navy.
The Government hoped, by bringing about an amalgamation of the naval ​units, to evolve a navy capable of dealing with domestic as well as foreign quarrels. It also planned to increase the efficiency of the navy by sending cadets abroad—especially to the United States and England—for the purpose of training them in the methods of modern naval warfare.
"The number of the personnel of the Navy," says the Statesman's Yearbook, "can not he stated exactly. Experience proves that the Chinese bluejackets, with training and discipline, can rank with any bluejackets in the world." In 1916, according to the China Yearbook, there were 20 gunboats, ranging from 300 to 1,500 tons, in the Chinese fleet; and also 11 torpedo boats, ranging from 26 to 50 tons, and 2 transports of 700 and 1,700 tons, respectively.
The Chinese Navy is now mainly under the control of the Peking Government—although some of the ships give their loyalty to the Government at Canton—and very frequently travelers on the Chukiang River are given the novel privilege of viewing a Chinese war vessel, manned by Chinese sailors, and commanded by Chinese officers, sailing up a Chinese river.
which of course hurts as much when it hits as American or English or any other shell—the pirates are only too glad to seek refuge among the hills and swamps. The pirates captured on such expeditions are usually taken to Canton and beheaded by the official executioners.
During the reign of the Empress Hsi-Tai-Hou, the Government appropriated $50,000,000 for the building of ships for the Chinese fleet. Tradition relates that instead of using the money for the purpose intended, the Empress built a magnificent summer palace, easing her conscience, in her own way, by building a marble boat near the palace.
# Portsmouth Dockyard

Serialized article, as published in Once a Week.
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# Portsmouth Harbor Land Hotel Company v. United States (250 U.S. 1)

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United States Supreme Court
250 U.S. 1
Portsmouth Harbor Land Hotel Company v. United States
Argued: May 1, 1919. --- Decided: May 19, 1919

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# Poems of Rural Life in the Dorset Dialect/Woak wer Good Enough Woonce

WOAK WER GOOD ENOUGH WOONCE.
Ees: now mahogany’s the goo. An’ good wold English woak won’t do. I wish vo’k always mid avvword Hot meals upon a woakèn bwoard. As good as thik that took my cup An’ trencher all my growèn up. Ah! I do mind en in the hall, A-reachèn all along the wall, Wi’ us at father’s end, while tother Did teäke the mäidens wi’ their mother, An’ while the risèn steam did spread In curlèn clouds up over head, Our mouths did wag, an’ tongues did run, To meäke the maïdens laugh o’ fun.
​A woaken bedstead, black an’ bright, Did teäke my weary bwones at night, Where I could stratch an’ roll about Wi’ little fear o’ vallèn out; An’ up above my head a peäir Ov ugly heads a-carv’d did steäre, An’ grin avore a bright vull moon A’most enough to frighten woone. An’ then we had, vor cwoats an’ frocks, Woak cwoffers wi’ their rusty locks An’ neämes in nails, a-left behind By kinsvo’k dead an’ out o’ mind; Zoo we did get on well enough Wi’ things a-meäde ov English stuff. But then, you know, a woaken stick Wer cheap, vor woaken trees war thick. When poor wold Gramfer Green wer young, He zaid a squirrel mid a-sprung Along the dell, vrom tree to tree, Vrom Woodcomb all the way to Lea; An’ woak wer all vo’k did avvword, Avore his time, vor bed or bwoard.
# Poems of Rural Life in the Dorset Dialect/Wold Friends a-met

WOLD FRIENDS A-MET.
Aye, vull my heart’s blood now do roll, An’ gaÿ do rise my happy soul, An’ well they mid, vor here our veet Avore woone vier ageän do meet; Vor you’ve avoun’ my feäce, to greet Wi’ welcome words my startlèn ear. An’ who be you, but John o’ Weer, An’ I, but William Wellburn.
Here, light a candle up, to shed Mwore light upon a wold friend’s head, An’ show the smile, his feäce woonce mwore Ha’ brought us vrom another shore. An’ I’ll heave on a brand avore The vier back, to meäke good cheer, O’ roarèn fleämes, vor John o’ Weer To chat wi’ William Wellburn.
Aye, aye, it mid be true that zome, When they do wander out vrom hwome, Do leäve their nearest friends behind, Bwoth out o’ zight, an’ out o’ mind; But John an’ I ha’ ties to bind Our souls together, vur or near, For, who is he but John o’ Weer, An’ I, but William Wellburn.
Look, there he is, with twinklèn eyes, An’ elbows down upon his thighs, ​A-chucklèn low, wi’ merry grin. Though time ha’ roughen’d up his chin, ’Tis still the seäme true soul ’ithin, As woonce I know’d, when year by year, Thik very chap, thik John o’ Weer, Did plaÿ wi’ William Wellburn.
Come, John, come; don’t be dead-alive Here, reach us out your clust’r o’ vive. Oh! you be happy. Ees, but that Woon’t do till you can laugh an’ chat. Don’t blinky, lik’ a purrèn cat, But leäp an’ laugh, an’ let vo’k hear What’s happen’d, min, that John o’ Weer Ha’ met wi’ William Wellburn.
Vor zome, wi’ selfishness too strong Vor love, do do each other wrong; An’ zome do wrangle an’ divide In hets ov anger, bred o’ pride; But who do think that time or tide Can breed ill-will in friends so dear, As William wer to John o’ Weer, An’ John to William Wellburn?
If other vo’ks do gleen to zee How lovèn an’ how glad we be, What, then, poor souls, they had but vew Sich happy days, so long agoo, As they that I’ve a-spent wi’ you; But they’d hold woone another dear, If woone o’ them wer John o’ Weer, An’ tother William Wellburn.
# Poems of Rural Life in the Dorset Dialect/Whitsuntide an' Club Walkèn

WHITSUNTIDE AN’ CLUB WALKEN.
Ees, last Whit-Monday, I an’ Meäry Got up betimes to mind the deäiry; An’ gi’ed the milkèn païls a scrub, An’ dress’d, an’ went to zee the club. Vor up at public-house, by ten O’clock the pleäce wer vull o’ men, A-dress’d to goo to church, an’ dine, An’ walk about the pleäce in line.
​Zoo off they started, two an’ two, Wi’ païnted poles an’ knots o’ blue, An’ girt silk flags,—I wish my box ’D a-got em all in ceäpes an’ frocks,— A-weävèn wide an’ flappèn loud In plaÿsome winds above the crowd; While fifes did squeak an’ drums did rumble, An’ deep beäzzoons did grunt an’ grumble, An’ all the vo’k in gath’rèn crowds Kick’d up the doust in smeechy clouds, That slowly rose an’ spread abrode In streamèn aïr above the road. An’ then at church there wer sich lots O’ hats a-hangèn up wi’ knots, An’ poles a-stood so thick as iver, The rushes stood beside a river. An’ Mr Goodman gi’ed em warnèn To spend their evenèn lik’ their mornèn; An’ not to praÿ wi’ mornèn tongues, An’ then to zwear wi’ evenèn lungs; Nor vu’st sheäke hands, to let the wrist Lift up at last a bruisèn vist: Vor clubs were all a-meän’d vor friends, He twold em, an’ vor better ends Than twitèn vo’k an’ pickèn quarrels, An’ tipplèn cups an’ emptèn barrels,— Vor meäkèn woone man do another In need the kindness ov a brother.
An’ after church they went to dine ’Ithin the long-wall’d room behine The public-house, where you remember, We had our dance back last December. An’ there they meäde sich stunnèn clatters Wi’ knives an’ forks, an’ pleätes an’ platters; ​An’ waïters ran, an’ beer did pass Vrom tap to jug, vrom jug to glass: An’ when they took away the dishes, They drink’d good healths, an’ wish’d good wishes, To all the girt vo’k o’ the land, An’ all good things vo’k took in hand; An’ woone cried hip, hip, hip! an’ hollow’d, An’ tothers all struck in, an’ vollow’d; An’ grabb’d their drink wi’ eager clutches, An’ swigg’d it wi’ sich hearty glutches, As vo’k, stark mad wi’ pweison stuff, That thought theirzelves not mad enough.
An’ after that they went all out In rank ageän, an’ walk’d about, An’ gi’ed zome parish vo’k a call; An’, then went down to Narley Hall An’ had zome beer, an’ danc’d between The elem trees upon the green. An’ down along the road they done All sorts o’ mad-cap things vor fun; An’ danc’d, a-pokèn out their poles, An’ pushèn bwoys down into holes: An’ Sammy Stubbs come out o’ rank, An’ kiss’d me up ageän the bank, A saucy chap; I ha’nt vor’gied en Not yet,—in short, I han’t a-zeed en. Zoo in the dusk ov evenèn, zome Went back to drink, an’ zome went hwome.