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# Book Introduction - Haggai

Read first chapter of Haggai Haggai was a prophet of the restored remnant after the 70 years' captivity. The circumstances are detailed in Ezra and Nehemiah. To hearten, rebuke, and instruct that feeble and divided remnant was the task of Haggai, Zechariah, and Malachi. The theme of Haggai is the unfinished temple, and his mission to admonish and encourage the builders. The divisions of the book are marked by the formula, "came the word of the Lord by Haggai":
* The event which drew out the prophecy, 1:1,2.
* The divine displeasure because of the interrupted work, 1:3-15.
* The temples--Solomon's, the restoration temple, and the kingdom-age temple, 2:1-9.
* Uncleanness and chastening, 2:10-19.
* The final victory, 2:20-23 (see) Re19:17-20; 14:19,20; Zec14:1-3.

# CHAPTER 1
## Verse 1

sixth month i.e. September, also Haggai 1:15.

## Verse 12

fear (See Scofield "Psalms 19:9")

## Verse 14

remnant (See Scofield "Jeremiah 15:21").

# CHAPTER 2
## Verse 1

seventh month i.e. October.

## Verse 3

house in her first glory The prophet calls upon the old men who remembered Solomon's temple to witness to the new generation how greatly that structure exceeded the present in magnificence; and then utters a prophecy (Haggai 1:7-9) which can only refer to the future kingdom temple described by Ezekiel. It is certain that the restoration temple and all subsequent structures, including Herod's, were far inferior in costliness and splendour to Solomon's. The present period is described in Hosea 3:4,5. Verse 6 is quoted in Hebrews 12:26,27. Verse 7: "I will shake all nations," refers to the great tribulation and is followed by the coming of Christ in glory, as in Matthew 24:29,30. "The desire of all nations" is Christ. (See Scofield "Malachi 3:1").

## Verse 9

latter house In a sense all the temples (i.e Solomon's; Ezra's; Herod's; that which will be used by the unbelieving Jews under covenant with the Beast Daniel 9:27; Matthew 24:15; 2 Thessalonians 2:3,4 and Ezekiel's future kingdom temple Ez 40.-47.), are treated as one "house"-- the "house of the Lord," since they all profess to be that. For that reason Christ purified the temple of His day, erected though it was by an Idumean usurper to please the Jews. Matthew 21:12,13. glory Or, the future glory of this house shall be greater than the former.

## Verse 12

holy flesh (See Scofield "Jeremiah 11:15").
# Royal Naval Biography/Crofton, George Alfred

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HON. GEORGE ALFRED CROFTON. [Post-Captain of 1812.]
Third son of the late Sir Edward Crofton, Bart, by Anne, daughter and sole heiress of Thomas Croker, of Backweston, co. Kildare, Esq. which lady was created an Irish baroness, in her own right, Dec. 1, 1707.
This officer’s first commission bears date Oct. 10, 1804. On the 13th June, 1805, being then a lieutenant of the Cambrian frigate, Captain J. Poo Beresford, on the Halifax station, he conducted himself with great gallantry in the command of that ship’s barge at the capture of the Spanish privateer schooner Maria, of 14 guns and 60 men; on this occasion the British had 2 men killed and 2 wounded. At the latter end of June, 1806, he was ordered to act as commander of l’Observateur brig, recently captured by the Tartar frigate; but his actual promotion to that rank did not take place till Feb. 9, 1808, at which period he was appointed to the Goree sloop, on the Leeward Islands’ station. The handsome manner in which he consulted the feelings of a brother officer, by relinquishing his right to command that vessel, has been stated at p. 473 of Suppl. Part I. On the 11th Oct. 1810, while commanding the Fawn sloop, he captured le Temeraire French schooner privateer, of 10 guns and 35 men.
​Captain Crofton was made post, Feb. 1, 1812. His subsequent appointments were, Aug. 3, 1813, to the Dictator troop-ship; Feb. 4, 1815, to the Narcissus frigate; and July 24, 1826, to the Dryad 42, now on the Mediterranean station.
This officer’s eldest surviving brother is in holy orders, and the heir presumptive to his nephew, Edward Lord Crofton. Another brother, a captain in the Coldstream regiment of foot-guards, was killed before Bayonne, April 14, 1814.
# Royal Naval Biography/Crouch, Edward Thomas

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EDWARD THOMAS CROUCH, Esq. [Commander.]
Obtained his first commission in May 1805; and was highly spoken of by Captain (afterwards Sir Michael) Seymour, for his gallant conduct and “admirable exertions” as junior lieutenant of the Amethyst frigate, at the capture of la Thetis, a French ship of superior force, in the night of Nov. 10th, 1808. He subsequently served as first of the Hannibal 74, commanded by the same distinguished officer, who, in an official letter reporting the capture of la Sultane frigate, Mar. 26th, 1814, informed his Admiral, that he had “given charge of the prize to Lieutenant Crouch, an able officer who had served many years with him.” The rank of commander, however, was not bestowed upon Lieutenant Crouch until ​July 19th, 1821. His last appointment was, in Jan. 1833, to be secretary to Sir Michael Seymour, then a Rear-Admiral, with whom he sailed from Plymouth for the South American station, in the Spartiate 78, Captain Robert Tait, on the 25th of the following month.
This officer married, Dec. 4th, 1814, the only daughter of Captain Richard R. Bowyer, R.N.
# Royal Naval Biography/Croft, William

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WILLIAM CROFT, Esq. [Post-Captain of 1807.]
Obtained the rank of Commander, May 8, 1804; commanded the Alacrity brig, at the siege of Copenhagen; and was consequently made a Post-Captain, Oct. 13, 1807.
# Royal Naval Biography/Crooke, Charles Henry

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CHARLES HENRY CROOKE, Esq. [Commander.]
Was badly wounded in four places, while acting as lieutenant, and commanding the boats of the Circe frigate. Captain (now Sir Francis A.) Collier, in an unsuccessful attack upon the French national brig Cygne, near St. Pierre, ​Martinique, Dec 12th, 1808. His first commission bears date Jan. 9th, 1809; after which we find him serving in the President frigate, successively commanded by Captains Samuel Warren and Francis Mason. He obtained his present rank on the 30th Aug. 1816; and a pension of £150 per annum, on account of his wounds, Feb. 16th, 1816,
# Royal Naval Biography/Crofton, Ambrose

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AMBROSE CROFTON, Esq. [Commander.]
Was introduced into the naval service by Captain Molineux (afterwards Admiral Lord) Shuldham, in the latter end of 1771; and promoted to the rank of lieutenant on the 1st Jan, 1778. He subsequently served under Sir John Lockart Ross, in the Royal George of 100 guns, Bienfaisant 64, and Ocean 90; and as first lieutenant of the Monarch 74, bearing the broad pendant of Sir James Wallace, and commanded by the present Admiral Sotheron. He obtained his present rank on the 23d June, 1794; and afterwards commanded the Lutin and Pluto sloops, on the Newfoundland station. We, hope, ere long, to be able to give a more full account of his professional career.
# Royal Naval Biography/Croker, Richard

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RICHARD CROKER, Esq. [Commander.]
Entered the navy, as midshipman, on board ths Galatea frigate. Captain George Byng (afterwards Viscount Torrington). He obtained the rank of lieutenant in Jan. 1809; a commander’s commission on the 15th June, 1814; and a pension for wounds, Dec. 19th following.
# Royal Naval Biography/Crole, Charles

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CHARLES CROLE, Esq. [Captain of 1828.]
Is related to the Earl of Egremont. He passed his examination in Aug. 1811; obtained a commission in Oct. 1813; and served during the remainder of the war with France, in the Rodney 74, Captain Charles Inglis. We afterwards find him proceeding to the West Indies, in the Araxes frigate, Captain George Miller Bligh; and subsequently serving as flag-lieutenant to Sir Home Popham and Sir Charles Rowley, successively commanders-in-chief on the Jamaica station, where he was promoted into the Icarus of 10 guns. May 6, 1822; and removed from that vessel to the Surinam 18, on the 19th July following. His last appointment was, Nov. 9th, 1827, to the Columbine 18, on the Halifax station, which sloop he commanded until advanced to the rank of Captain, Jan. 26th, 1828.
Agent.– John Chippendale, Esq.
# Royal Naval Biography/Crosbie, Robert

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ROBERT CROSBIE, Esq. [Commander.]
Obtained his first commission on the 10th Mar. 1807; and was a prisoner of war, at Verdun, in Dec. 1813. He was made a commander on the 3d Aug. 1829.
# Reuben and Other Poems/Landlock'd

LANDLOCK’D
Here, where beyond yon straight-ruled rim Of inland pasture high, Rich with some latent meaning swim Long lines of purple sky:
What ails my soul? Where all is well Her quietude what jars? Why raves she round her prison-cell And battles at the bars?
“O, swift my longing oversprings Yon shore’s last dip and rise! O, well I know, beneath the wings Of yon descending skies
Who waits! whose widely opening arms Summon, to set me free!” “O fool! that a delusion charms, Yonder is not the sea.
​“Field upon field yon sky o’erstoops Ere to the sea it come.” —Like a struck child, she quails, she droops, She cowers, and is dumb.
“Nay, could these eyes, thy windows, yield The view thy clamour craves: Yon same sky, deepening o’er a field, A widening field, of waves:
“Till, thro’ the mystic lip-to-lip Of furthest sky and sea The elusive limit soft should slip Into Infinity:
“Say, O my soul! would’st lie content Before that vision vast? Thy restless longing wholly spent, Thy passion still’d, at last?
“No! Thine inevitable wail Too duly I divine. Would that I were a ship, to sail Past yon horizon-line!
​“Would, from this body, as a bird From the obdurate cliff Winging at length her way deferr'd, Launch'd were mine aery skiff!
“Then would I range, with unstopp'd speed, Space, and the whole world wide. Would then this wild rebellious need Cease, being satisfied?”
Her quick wings beat, her cage of clay Quivers—till “Nay!” she mourns— “I should but win, for all my way, New limits, other bournes!
“How do ye straiten, stepdame Earth An alien world,” she saith, Me, that beyond all seas and birth, Thou, wilt Thou loose me—Death?”
# Reuben and Other Poems/The Ship and the Sea

THE SHIP AND THE SEA
Day after day, thro’ following night on night, Whether ’twixt Blue and Blue, amid grey calm, Tempest, or chill disconsolating fog— Still thro’ void air, ’neath one continuing dome Of mute enormous sky—o’er plain on plain Of lonely, stark, uninterrupted sea— From circle to repeated circle of Mere space for ever changing, aye unchanged: Voyages on her solitary way The strong sea-worthy ship.
And she informs that void. The solitude She peoples, and to all that blank gives point. Her single presence wakes as to an aim, Touches, as tho’ to sense, the occupants Of that insensate world. The leashless waves Race at her side and follow at her heel: The virgin and clean air dwells in her sails, And seabirds, none know whence, sudden appearing, Hover, as round their mother, at her helm.
​The sea is gemm’d with her, the sun’s wide eye Brightens all day on her, and when night comes, The stars mount up her rigging, the moon slips White feet upon her sharply-shadow’d decks, And, in her towers of steady sail high-sitting, Quietly sings the wind.
More: she herself, this world amid, convoys Another world, and other. Sound of lips And light of eyes, a burden of warm breath And hearts toward other hearts that beat, is come Upon the emptiness—a world of quick, Doing, devising Consciousness usurps This kingdom of untroubled one-ness—plays Its sole pulsating part in this huge O Of unspectator’d theatre . . . and then As in its entry, in its exit, brief— Vanishes. The ship passes and is gone.
A rushing star, thro’ Heaven’s capacious calm Down-hurling momentary fire: a swift Passion, that strong on some commanding spirit Leaps . . . fastens . . . fails: or, an importunate fly That, loud about its little business, One drowsy second of the summer noon Awakes, the next falls dead: invading so So takes possession, so predominates, And even so is pass’d the ship, and gone.
​She passes. And the indifferent world resumes Its ancient semblance, and its own device. Voiceless once more, unpeopled and alone, One vast monotony magnificent, The air, the sea, and the infinite sky Are all—The heart-throbs and the busy minds Are gone, and wordless comes the wind, the light No longer sees itself in human eyes, Nor watch of man is set upon this world.
Nevertheless, it lives, and has its being. The wind blows on, the sky presides, the sea Her ageless journeying round the earth pursues, And onward all the untrodden currents flow. Man come or gone, ’tis equal. Nature still Remains, and still the stable elements Fill their inherent office. Sweet with salt The free air wanders o’er the wandering waves, Bright shines the sun upon the shipless sea.
# Reuben and Other Poems/Preparation for Divine Service

PREPARATION FOR DIVINE SERVICE
My mind’s a temple. Come, sweep it clean. Out with you, low thoughts, Little thoughts and mean!
What’s the oblation Offer’d up to-day? “Joy—in the glory of A rosy leaf-spray!
“Crisp air, with rain-drops Wash’d clear and bright: Hosts of happy sunbeams, Deluges of light:
“Ripe leaves translucent Hung against the blue: Painted air and sunlight Palpitating thro’.”
​O ready make the temple, then! Dust the dulness out, Strew the ground with gladness And scatter health about.
And, as to all the service, Thanksgiving will be fit. For when the senses bring a gift, God smiles on it.
# Reuben and Other Poems/The Mary Ross

THE MARY ROSS
“What was the hardest hour,” you ask, “Ever I had at sea?” There was that in the wreck of the Mary Ross Is bitten into me.
Five merry weeks of sun and speed, A ship well-mann’d and stout— One hour from home she falter’d, stopp’d Short . . . and the lights went out.
What follow’d—O just-dealing God, How firm must be Thy mind, Such a beginning to have given And such an end design’d!
. . . Sudden, from human eyes and hands And kindred human breath, Into the wild black Void, into The unthought-on fangs of Death. . . .
​. . . The bitter cold was all—then breath Again, and something cross’d My clutching fingers; with a spar Now was I driven and toss’d.
Where were the rest? My strain’d ear caught No answer. . . . Dazed and stark, Moments it may have been, or hours, Dash’d thro’ the roaring dark.
I thought that I must have traversed Time And touch’d Eternity, When, high in the air, a cry, a wail: “I am afraid! Save me!”
And yonder!—O what’s that blacker black Bulged out upon the gloom? By the glint of the whirling spray I saw Her lifted stern-post loom.
“Save me!” O what’s yon whiter speck O’er the yeasty glimmer wild? Terribly flash’d the hasty moon On—the face of a little child!
​Back chased the blessed dark—but, O! I'd seen! Aye, all too clear I see her still—the piteous mouth, The great eyes fixt with fear.
Not an hour since upon my knee Her good-night pranks were play’d, And now—to face Death . . . and alone . . . God! and afraid? “Afraid!”
Oh, I cried from the trough—I promised her The help that I could not give. The wind drove back my words—the waves Drove on their fugitive.
“Somebody save me!” And again For one mad second’s space, ’Mid the rushing rack the quiet moon, ’Mid the wide void, that face!
And she saw me! Great Heaven, she smiled! Stretch’d out her arms and cried, “Save me!” and half my name—and then . . . Then she was pacified.
​For . . . a swirl . . . a suck . . . when next I rose, Nought, save the stormy roar! Down in the darkness I thank’d God. She was afraid no more.
# Reuben and Other Poems/In Exile

IN EXILE
I
The sea is a lonely thing Dwelling apart. Lonely are you and I, Heart of my heart.
Lonely the mountain-top Stands in the sky. Sunder’d as peak and sea Are you and I.
The mountain cannot move, The sea must stay. Ruled is the world. We too, We must obey.
II
The steady stars of Heaven Look down into the brook; Up from the brook to Heaven The stars as steady look.
Amid the vale, the waters Undeviating flow. Past root and rock and forest They go as they should go.
What keeps the brook so certain, What rhymes the stars so true, Hath sure some perfect reason For parting me and you.
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# Reuben and Other Poems/The Old Place

THE OLD PLACE
(New Zealand)
So the last day’s come at last, the close of my fifteen year— The end of the hope, an’ the struggles, an’ messes I’ve put in here. All of the shearings over, the final mustering done,— Eleven hundred an’ fifty for the incoming man, near on. Over five thousand I drove ’em, mob by mob, down the coast; Eleven-fifty in fifteen year . . . it isn’t much of a boast.
Oh, it’s a bad old place! Blown out o’ your bed half the nights, And in summer the grass burnt shiny an’ bare as your hand, on the heights: ​The creek dried up by November, and in May a thundering roar That carries down toll o’ your stock to salt ’em whole on the shore. Clear’d I have, and I’ve clear’d an’ clear’d, yet everywhere, slap in your face, Briar, tauhinu, an’ ruin!—God! it’s a brute of a place. . . . An’ the house got burnt which I built, myself, with all that worry and pride; Where the Missus was always homesick, and where she took fever, and died.
Yes, well! I’m leaving the place. Apples look red on that bough. I set the slips with my own hand. Well—they’re the other man’s now. The breezy bluff: an’ the clover that smells so over the land, Drowning the reek o’ the rubbish, that plucks the profit out o’ your hand: That bit o’ Bush paddock I fall’d myself, an’ watch’d, each year, come clean (Don’t it look fresh in the tawny? A scrap of Old-Country green): This air, all healthy with sun an’ salt, an’ bright with purity: ​An’ the glossy karakas there, twinkling to the big blue twinkling sea: Ay, the broad blue sea beyond, an’ the gem-clear cove below, Where the boat I’ll never handle again, sits rocking to and fro: There’s the last look to it all! an’ now for the last upon This room, where Hetty was born, an’ my Mary died, an’ John . . . Well! I’m leaving the poor old place, and it cuts as keen as a knife; The place that’s broken my heart—the place where I’ve lived my life.
* ↑ Tauhinu, an aromatic shrub, infesting poor soil.
* ↑ Karaka, a Bush tree, with a shining dark green foliage.
# San Diego Land Town Company v. Jasper

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United States Supreme Court
189 U.S. 439
San Diego Land Town Company v. Jasper
Argued: March 10, 1903. --- Decided: April 6, 1903
Messrs. John D. Works, Bradner W. Lee, and Lewis R. Works for appellant.
Messrs. A. Haines and T. L. Lewis for appellees.
Mr. Justice Holmes delivered the opinion of the court:

## Notes

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# San Diego Union-Tribune

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# San Diego Union

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# San Francisco Call

Newspaper published in San Francisco, United States in the 19th and 20th centuries
1895
* How Dr. Marcus Whitman Saved Oregon
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* Mrs. Frances Fuller Victor vs. Dr. O. W. Nixon of Chicago
1910
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1912
# Russian Folk-Tales/The Feast of the Dead

THE FEAST OF THE DEAD
Some girls were out at night for the evening, and arranged for an evening party. They went out to get vódka. There were bones lying on the road. "Ho!" they said, "bones, bones, come and be our guests: we are having an evening party."
So they went back home, brought the vódka, and stepped in over the threshold.
But the bones came and sat at the table just like men, and said to the maidens, "Now give us the brandy."
So the girls gave them brandy.
"Give us bread!"
So they gave them bread.
They all sat down to eat, and one maiden dropped the meat.
Then the bones began lifting and stretching their legs under the bench. The girls tried to run away; and the bones raced after them. The bones caught one girl up, and broke her across their knees. The other girls made their escape into the loft; one girl hid behind the water-butt.
The bones ran up to the loft and asked: "What is there up there?"
"God's taper."
"But down there?"
"The Devil's poker," she answered.
So the bones hauled the second girl out and strangled her.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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# Russian Folk-Tales/The Animals in the Pit

THE ANIMALS IN THE PIT
A Pig was going to church at St. Petersburg, and the Wolf met him.
"Piggy, Piggy, where are you faring?"
"To St. Petersburg, to pray to God."
"Take me with!"
"Come along, Gossip."
So they went on together, and met the Vixen.
"Pig, where are you going?"
"To St. Petersburg, so please you."
"Take me with!"
"Come along, Gossip."
So they went on together and met the Hare, who said, "Piggy, Piggy, where are you going?"
"On to St. Petersburg, to pray to God?"
"Very well, take me with."
"Very well, Slant-eyes, I will."
Then they met the Squirrel, who also went with them. But on their road they came across a broad, deep pit. The Pig jumped and tumbled in, and after him the Wolf, the Fox, the Hare and the Squirrel.
And they sat there for a long time, and became very hungry, for they had nothing to eat.
"Let's all begin singing," said the Vixen, "and we will eat the animal who has the thinnest voice."
So the Wolf struck in a deep gruff voice, Aw, aw, aw! And the Pig followed in a tone just a shade softer, Oo, oo, oo! But the Vixen came in fine and sharp, Eh, eh, eh; whilst the Hare trilled the thinnest Ee, ee, ee in the world. The Squirrel also sang Ee, ee, ee! So the ​animals at once set-to tearing up the Squirrel and Hare, and ate them down to their bones.
Next day the Vixen said: "We will eat the person with the fattest voice." That was the Wolf with his great gruff Aw, aw, aw! So they ate him up. The Vixen ate up the flesh and kept the heart and the bowels, And for three days she sat and ate them.
And the Pig then asked her: "What are you eating?—give me some!"
"Oh, Pig, I am eating my own flesh. You tear your belly up and munch it yourself."
So the Pig did, and the Vixen feasted on him.
The Vixen then was left as the last person in the pit.
Did she climb up, or is she there still? I don't know, really!
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# Russian Folk-Tales/The Devil in the Dough-pan

THE DEVIL IN THE DOUGH-PAN
Once a woman was kneading bread, but had forgotten to say the blessing. So the demon, Potánka, ran up and sat down in it. Then she recollected she had kneaded the dough without saying the blessing, went up to it and crossed herself; and Potánka wanted to escape, but could not anyhow, because of the blessing. So she put the leavened dough through a strainer and threw it out into the street, with Potánka inside. The pigs turned him over and over, and he could not escape for three whole days. At last he tore his way out through a crack in the dough and scampered off without looking behind him.
He ran up to his comrades, who asked him: "Where have you been, Potánka?"
"May that woman be accursed!" he said.
"Who?"
"The one who was kneading her dough and had made it without saying the proper blessing; so I ran up and squatted in it. Then she laid hold of me and crossed herself, and after three livelong days I got out, the pigs poking me about and I unable to escape! Never again will I get into a woman's dough."
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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