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# Mardi/Volume I/Chapter XLIX

While for a few days, now this way, now that, as our craft glides along, surrounded by these locusts of the deep, let the story of Yillah flow on.
Of her beauty say I nothing. It was that of a crystal lake in a fathomless wood: all light and shade; full of fleeting revealings; now shadowed in depths; now sunny in dimples; but all sparkling and shifting, and blending together.
But her wild beauty was a vail to things still more strange. As often she gazed so earnestly into my eyes, like some pure spirit looking far down into my soul, and seeing therein some upturned faces, I started in amaze, and asked what spell was on me, that thus she gazed.
Often she entreated me to repeat over and over again certain syllables of my language. These she would chant to herself, pausing now and then, as if striving to discover wherein lay their charm.
In her accent, there was something very different from that of the people of the canoe. Wherein lay the difference. I knew not; but it enabled her to pronounce with readiness all the words which I taught her; even as if recalling sounds long forgotten.
If all this filled me with wonder, how much was that wonder increased, and yet baffled again, by considering her complexion, and the cast of her features.
After endeavoring in various ways to account for these things, I was led to imagine, that the damsel must be an Albino (Tulla) occasionally to be met with among the people of the Pacific. These persons are of an exceedingly delicate white skin, tinted with a faint rose hue, like the lips of a shell. Their hair is golden. But, unlike the Albinos of other climes, their eyes are invariably blue, and no way intolerant of light.
As a race, the Tullas die early. And hence the belief, that they pertain to some distant sphere, and only through irregularities in the providence of the gods, come to make their appearance upon earth: whence, the oversight discovered, they are hastily snatched. And it is chiefly on this account, that in those islands where human sacrifices are offered, the Tullas are deemed the most suitable oblations for the altar, to which from their birth many are prospectively devoted. It was these considerations, united to others, which at times induced me to fancy, that by the priest, Yillah was regarded as one of these beings. So mystical, however, her revelations concerning her past history, that often I knew not what to divine. But plainly they showed that she had not the remotest conception of her real origin.
But these conceits of a state of being anterior to an earthly existence may have originated in one of those celestial visions seen transparently stealing over the face of a slumbering child. And craftily drawn forth and re-echoed by another, and at times repeated over to her with many additions, these imaginings must at length have assumed in her mind a hue of reality, heightened into conviction by the dreamy seclusion of her life.
But now, let her subsequent and more credible history be related, as from time to time she rehearsed it.
# Mardi/Volume I/Chapter XLV

In resecuing the gentle Yillah from the hands of the Islanders, a design seemed accomplished. But what was now to be done? Here, in our adventurous Chamois, was a damsel more lovely than the flushes of morning; and for companions, whom had she but me and my comrades? Besides, her bosom still throbbed with alarms, her fancies all roving through mazes.
How subdue these dangerous imaginings? How gently dispel them?
But one way there was: to lead her thoughts toward me, as her friend and preserver; and a better and wiser than Aleema the priest. Yet could not this be effected but by still maintaining my assumption of a divine origin in the blessed isle of Oroolia; and thus fostering in her heart the mysterious interest, with which from the first she had regarded me. But if punctilious reserve on the part of her deliverer should teach her to regard him as some frigid stranger from the Arctic Zone, what sympathy could she have for him? and hence, what peace of mind, having no one else to cling to?
Now re-entering the tent, she again inquired where tarried Aleema.
"Think not of him, sweet Yillah," I cried. "Look on me. Am I not white like yourself? Behold, though since quitting Oroolia the sun has dyed my cheek, am I not even as you? Am I brown like the dusky Aleema? They snatched you away from your isle in the sea, too early for you to remember me there. But you have not been forgotten by me, sweetest Yillah. Ha! ha! shook we not the palm-trees together, and chased we not the rolling nuts down the glen? Did we not dive into the grotto on the sea-shore, and come up together in the cool cavern in the hill? In my home in Oroolia, dear Yillah, I have a lock of your hair, ere yet it was golden: a little dark tress like a ring. How your cheeks were then changing from olive to white. And when shall I forget the hour, that I came upon you sleeping among the flowers, with roses and lilies for cheeks. Still forgetful? Know you not my voice? Those little spirits in your eyes have seen me before. They mimic me now as they sport in their lakes. All the past a dim blank? Think of the time when we ran up and down in our arbor, where the green vines grew over the great ribs of the stranded whale. Oh Yillah, little Yillah, has it all come to this? am I forever forgotten? Yet over the wide watery world have I sought thee: from isle to isle, from sea to sea. And now we part not. Aleema is gone. My prow shall keep kissing the waves, till it kisses the beach at Oroolia. Yillah, look up."
Sunk the ghost of Aleema: Sweet Yillah was mine!
# Mardi/Volume I/Chapter XVII

There were now fourteen notches on the loom of the Skyeman's oar:—So many days since we had pushed from the fore-chains of the Arcturion. But as yet, no floating bough, no tern, noddy, nor reef-bird, to denote our proximity to land. In that long calm, whither might not the currents have swept us?
Where we were precisely, we knew not; but according to our reckoning, the loose estimation of the knots run every hour, we must have sailed due west but little more than one hundred and fifty leagues; for the most part having encountered but light winds, and frequent intermitting calms, besides that prolonged one described. But spite of past calms and currents, land there must be to the westward. Sun, compass, stout hearts, and steady breezes, pointed our prow thereto. So courage! my Viking, and never say drown!
At this time, our hearts were much lightened by discovering that our water was improving in taste. It seemed to have been undergoing anew that sort of fermentation, or working, occasionally incident to ship water shortly after being taken on board. Sometimes, for a period, it is more or less offensive to taste and smell; again, however, becoming comparatively limpid.
But as our water improved, we grew more and more miserly of so priceless a treasure.
And here it may be well to make mention of another little circumstance, however unsentimental. Thorough-paced tar that he was, my Viking was an inordinate consumer of the Indian weed. From the Arcturion, he had brought along with him a small half-keg, at bottom impacted with a solitary layer of sable Negrohead, fossil-marked, like the primary stratum of the geologists. It was the last tier of his abundant supply for the long whaling voyage upon which he had embarked upwards of three years previous. Now during the calm, and for some days after, poor Jarl's accustomed quid was no longer agreeable company. To pun: he eschewed his chew. I asked him wherefore. He replied that it puckered up his mouth, above all provoked thirst, and had somehow grown every way distasteful. I was sorry; for the absence of his before ever present wad impaired what little fullness there was left in his cheek; though, sooth to say, I no longer called upon him as of yore to shift over the enormous morsel to starboard or larboard, and so trim our craft.
The calm gone by, once again my sea-tailor plied needle and thread; or turning laundress, hung our raiment to dry on oars peaked obliquely in the thole-pins. All of which tattered pennons, the wind being astern, helped us gayly on our way; as jolly poor devils, with rags flying in the breeze, sail blithely through life; and are merry although they are poor!
# Lauda Sion Salvatorem

"This is one of the four Sequences which are alone retained in the revised Roman Missal, 1570, and later editions. It seems to have been written about 1260 for the Mass of the festival of Corpus Christi. For this festival St. Thomas, at the request of Pope Urban IV., drew up in 1263 the office in the Roman Breviary; and probably also that in the Roman Missal. In form this Sequence is an imitation of the 'Laudes crucis attollamus'." —"Lauda Sion Salvatorem," in A Dictionary of Hymnology, (ed.) by John Julian (1892)
English-language translations of Lauda Sion Salvatorem include:
* "Lauda, Sion" by Denis Florence MacCarthy (19th century).
* "Hymn on Corpus Christi" by Athanasius Diedrich Wackerbarth (1843).
# Laud the grace of God victorious

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Office hymn for the feast of St. Alban
    Laud the grace of God victorious
    Sing triumphant o'er the foe,
    Tell of him a martyr glorious
    For the changeless truth laid low,
    Faithful servant, valiant soldier,
    Whom all lands and ages know.
    Valiant soldier, proto-matyr,
    First of Britain's sons to die,
    Pagan ire and cries withstanding
    By the grace of God most high.
    By the strength of Him, Protector,
    Who in strength and pow'r was nigh.
    Craggy way and steep and narrow
    Dark and drear the path of blood
    Cruel foes were pressing round him
    As he touched the Jordan's flood
    Yet he stood, a soldier valiant
    And the enemy withstood.
    Patient, humble, like his Master,
    He resigned a spirit calm;
    Crowned with coronal unfading
    Now he bears a martyr's palm;
    Sheathing sword no longer needed,
    He took up the endless psalm:
    Laud and honour to the Father,
    Equal honour to the Son,
    Adoration to the Spirit,
    Ever three and ever one;
    Co-substantial, co-eternal,
    While unending ages run.
# Laudabiliter (Davidson)

Hadrian the Bishop, Servant of Servants of God, to his very dear son in Christ, the illustrious King of the English, health and apostolic benediction.
Your magnificence praiseworthily and profitably takes thought how to increase a glorious name on earth, and how to lay up a reward of everlasting happiness in heaven; forasmuch as you intend, like a Catholic prince, to enlarge the bounds of the Church, to declare the truth to unlearned and rude peoples, and to uproot the seedlings of vice from the Lord's field. The better to attain that end, you have asked counsel and favour of the apostolic see. In which action we are sure that, with God's help, you will make happy progress, in proportion to the high design and great discretion of your proceedings, inasmuch as undertakings which grow out of ardour for the faith and love of religion are accustomed always to have a good end and upshot.
There is no doubt, and your nobility acknowledges, that Ireland, and all islands upon which Christ, the sun of justice, has shone, and which have received the teachings of the Christian faith, rightfully belong to the blessed Peter and the most holy Roman Church. We have, therefore, the more willingly made a plantation among them, and inserted a bud pleasing to God, in that we foresee that it will require a careful internal watch at our hands. However, you have signified to us, my dear son in Christ, that you wish to enter the island of Ireland, in order to reduce that people to law, and to uproot the seedlings of vice there, and to make a yearly payment of a denarius to the Blessed Peter out of each house, and to preserve the rights of the churches of that land whole and undiminished.
We, therefore, seconding your pious and laudable desire with suitable favour, and giving a kindly assent to your petition, do hold it for a thing good and acceptable that you should enter that island for the extension of the Church's borders, for the correction of manners, for the propagation of virtue, and for increase of the Christian religion, and that you should perform that which you intend for the honour of God and for the salvation of that land, and let the people of that land receive you honourably, and venerate you as their lord; the ecclesiastical law remaining whole and untouched, and an annual payment of one denarius being reserved to the blessed Peter and to the most holy Roman Church.
But if you shall complete the work which you have conceived in your mind, study to mould that race to good morals, and exert yourself personally and by such of your agents as you shall find fit in faith, word and living, to honour the Church there, and to plant and increase the Christian faith, and strive to ordain what is for the honour of God and the safety of souls, in such a manner that you may deserve at God's hands a heap of everlasting treasure, and on earth gain a glorious name for ages yet to come. Given at Rome, &c., &c."
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# Laudabiliter (Ginnell)

Adrian, Bishop, servant of the servants of God, to his dearest son in Christ, the illustrious King of the English, greeting and apostolical benediction.
Your Majesty quite laudably and profitably considers how to extend the glory of your name on earth and increase the reward of eternal happiness in Heaven, when, as a Catholic Prince, you propose to extend the limits of the Church, to announce the truth of the Christian faith to ignorant and barbarous nations, and to root out the weeds of vice from the field of the Lord ; and the more effectually to accomplish this you implore the counsel and favour of the Apostolic See. In which matter we are confident that the higher your aim, and the greater the discretion with which you proceed, the happier, with God's help, will be your success; because those things that originate in the ardour of faith and the love of religion are always wont to arrive at a good issue and end.
Certainly Hibernia and all the islands upon which Christ the Sun of Justice has shone, and which have accepted the doctrines of the Christian faith, of right belong, as your Highness doth acknowledge, to blessed Peter and the Holy Roman Church. Wherefore we the more willingly sow in them a faithful plantation and a seed pleasing to God, in as much as we know by internal examination that it will be strictly required of us. You have signified to us, dearest son in Christ, that you desire to enter the island of Hibernia to subject that people to laws, and to root out therefrom the weeds of vice; also that you desire to pay from every house an annual pension ,of one penny to blessed Peter, and to preserve ,the rights of the churches of that land inviolate and whole.
We, therefore, regarding with due favour your pious and laudable desire, and according a gracious assent to your petition, deem it pleasing and acceptable that, for the purpose of extending the limits of the Church, checking the torrent of wickedness, reforming evil manners, sowing seeds of virtue, and increasing the Christian religion, you should enter that island and execute whatever shall be conducive to the honour of God and the salvation of that land. And let the people of that land receive you honourably and reverence you as lord, the rights of the churches remaining indisputably inviolate and whole, and the annual pension of one penny from every house being reserved to blessed Peter and the Holy Roman Church.
If, therefore, you will carry to completion what with a mind so disposed you have conceived, study to form that people to good morals, and, as well by yourself as by those whom you shall find qualified for the purpose by faith, word, and conduct, so act that the Church may be adorned, that the religion of the Christian faith may be planted and may increase; and let all that concerns the honour of God and the salvation of souls be ordered in such manner that you may deserve to obtain from God a plentiful, everlasting reward, and on earth succeed in acquiring a name glorious for ages.
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# Lauchli v. United States
## Dissenting Opinion

    Douglas
Supreme Court of the United States
405 U.S. 965
Lauchli v. United States
Certiorari to the United States Court of Appeals for the Seventh Circuit
No. 71-5686
Certiorari denied.
# Laudabiliter

"Papal Bull issued in 1155 by Pope Adrian IV who was the only English man to serve in that office. The existence of the bull has been disputed by scholars over the centuries; no copy is extant but scholars refer to the many references to it as early as the 13th century to support the validity of its existence. The bull purports to grant the right to the Angevin King Henry II of England to invade and govern Ireland and to enforce the Gregorian Reforms on the semi-autonomous Christian Church in Ireland." Warning: template has been deprecated.
English-language translations of Laudabiliter include:
* Laudabiliter tr. John O'Driscol (1827).
* Laudabiliter tr. Jacques Paul Migne (1855).
* Laudabiliter tr. James Francis Dimock (1867).
* Laudabiliter tr. Patrick Francis Moran (1882).
* Laudabiliter tr. John Morrison Davidson (c. 1888).
* Laudabiliter tr. Stephen J. McCormick (1889).
* Bull of Pope Adrian IV tr. Ernest Flagg Henderson (1892).
* Laudabiliter tr. Laurence Ginnell (1899).
* Laudabiliter tr. Thomas Wright (1905).
# Mascot Oil Company v. United States

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United States Supreme Court
282 U.S. 434
Mascot Oil Company v. United States
Argued: Jan. 26, 1931. ---
No. 400: Messrs. Theodore B. Benson and William Meyerhoff, both of Washington, D. C., and W. A. Sutherland, of Fresno, Cal., for petitioner.
Mr. Chas, B. Rugg, Asst. Atty. Gen., for the United States.
, no 416:
The Attorney General, and Mr, Chas. B. Rugg, Asst. Atty. Gen., for the United States.
Mr. Frank J. Albus and William Meyerhoff, both of Washington, D. C., for respondent.
No. 508:
The Attorney General and Mr. G. A. Youngquist, Asst. Atty. Gen., for petitioner.
Mr. Robert A. Applegate, of Pittsburgh, Pa., for respondent.
Mr. Chief Justice HUGHES delivered the opinion of the Court.

## Notes

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# Masciale v. United States

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United States Supreme Court
356 U.S. 386
Masciale v. United States
Argued: Jan. 16, 1958. --- Decided: May 19, 1958
See 357 U.S. 933, 78 S.Ct. 1367.
Mr. Merrell E. Clark, Jr., New York City, for the petitioner.
Mr. James W. Knapp, Washington, D.C., for the respondent.
Mr. Chief Justice WARREN delivered the opinion of the Court.

## Notes

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# Maryland v. West Virginia (225 U.S. 1)

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United States Supreme Court
225 U.S. 1
Maryland v. West Virginia
Argued: May 27, 1912. --- Decided: the court to take up for consideration the exceptions heretofore filed in this cause by the state of Maryland to the report of Commissioners Julius K Monroe and Samuel S Gannett, two of the commissioners who were appointed by the decree entered in this cause on the 31st day of May, 1910, to run, locate, and permanently mark, with suitable monuments, the Deakins or old state line, as the boundary line between the states of Maryland and West Virginia, from low-water mark on the southern bank of the North Branch of the Potomac river to the Pennsylvania line, and to overrule said exceptions and confirm said report, which report is in the words and figures following, to wit:
To the Honorable Chief Justice and the Associate Justices of the Supreme Court of the United States:

## Notes

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# Littell's Living Age/Volume 127/Issue 1636

LITTELL'S LIVING AGE.
| Fifth Series, Volume XII. | $\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,$ | No. 1636. — October 16, 1875. | $\scriptstyle {\left\{{\begin{matrix}\ \end{matrix}}\right.}$ | From Beginning Vol. CXXVII. |
CONTENTS. :
| I. | Geikie's Life of Murchison, | Edinburgh Review, | 131 |
| II. | Her Dearest Foe. By the author of "The Wooing O't." Part IV., | Temple Bar, | 147 |
| III. | The Convent of San Marco. VI. — The Prophet's End, | Macmillan's Magazine, | 157 |
| IV. | Monsieur Bedeau, | Cornhill Magazine, | 164 |
| V. | The Zuider Zee, | Chambers' Journal, | 172 |
| VI. | In my Study Chair, | Blackwood's Magazine, | 177 |
| VII. | Cowper, | Athenæum, | 187 |
| VIII. | The Thriftlessness of Professional Men, | Spectator, | 188 |
| IX. | The Big Tortoise, | Spectator, | 190 |
POETRY. :
| Birds of Passage, | 130 | Death as the King's Courtier, | 130 |
| Not To Be, | 130 | | |
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 127/Issue 1636/Birds of Passage

* BIRDS OF PASSAGE.
* See flocks of birds flying
* To far foreign land;
* They travel on, sighing,
* From Ganthiod's strand;
* With all weathers mixeth
* Their wailing accord:
* "Where land we? where fixeth
* Our dwelling Thy word?"
* So clamours the feather-clad flock to the Lord.
* "We leave now so sadly
* The Scandian fell;
* There throve we; so gladly
* Therein did we dwell;
* In bloom-covered trees there
* We builded our nest,
* The balm-laden breeze there
* Safe rocked us to rest.
* Now stretches our flight unto regions unguessed.
* "With rosy wreath in
* Her ringlets of gold,
* Sat Midsummer Night in
* The forest, sweet-souled.
* In sleep ne'er reposed we —
* So lovely she seemed —
* With rapture just dozed we
* Till clear morning beamed
* And waked us again from the car where he gleamed.
* "Then vaulted groves swinging
* O'er hillocks arose,
* With pearls to them clinging,
* And quivered the rose.
* The oak is now shattered,
* The roses have fled,
* The winds' play is scattered
* In storms overhead.
* With frost-blossoms white is the May-meadow spread.
* "What do we to stay now
* In Northland? Its run
* Grows straighter each day now,
* And dimmer its sun.
* What boots us our crying?
* We leave but a grave.
* In space to be flying
* God wings to us gave.
* Thus, then, we salute thee, thou deep-roaring wave!"
* The birds with this song on
* Their journey are whirled.
* Till welcomed, ere long, on
* A lovelier world;
* Where vine-tendrils swaying
* To elm-branches cling,
* And rivulets playing
* Mid myrtle-groves spring.
* And woodlands with hope and with happiness ring.
* When dire haps arriving
* Thy fortunes control,
* When storm-winds are driving,
* Then weep not, oh soul!
* There smiles o'er the wave there
* At each bird a strand;
* On yon side the grave there
* Is also a land
* All gilt with eternity's bright morning's brand.
* From The Swedish of Stagnelius.