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# Letters to Atticus/4.14

Translated by Evelyn Shuckburgh
To Atticus on a journey, from Cumae, May 54 BC
Our friend Vestorius has informed me by letter that you are believed to have left Rome on the 10th of May—later than you said that you intended—because you had not been very well. If you are now better I rejoice indeed. I wish you would write to your town house, ordering your books to be at my service just as if you were at home, especially those of Varro. For I have occasion to use some passages of those books in reference to those which I have in hand, and which, I hope, will meet with your strong approval. Pray, if by chance you have any news, principally from my brother Quintus, next from Caesar, and, finally, anything about the elections or about politics—for you have an excellent nose for such things—write and tell me about them: if you have no news, nevertheless write something. For a letter from you never yet seemed to me either ill-timed or too long-winded. But above all I beg that, when your business and your whole tour has been concluded to your mind, you will come back to us as soon as possible. Give my compliments to Dionysius. Take care of your health.

## Footnotes

* ↑ A banker at Puteoli.
* ↑ The six books on the Republic.
# Lovley Jean

LOVLEY JEAN.
TO WHICH ARE ADDED,
THE
Bush aboon Traquair.
THE LASS IN YON TOWN,
THE PITCHER,
The Death of Wolfe.
STIRLING: PRINTED AND SOLD BY M. RANDALL.
1820.
* Lovely Jean
* The Bush aboon Traquair
* The Lass in yon Town
* The Pitcher
* The Death of Wolfe
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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# Loves Garland/Mr. Day's Posies

​Robert Day, Jun., Esq., F.S.A., of Cork, has very kindly sent me a list of Poesies from rings in his collection. I select the following:—
As you yous me, you shall finde me.
​As I proue, I wish your loue.
Condem Hm not bvt lve Hm in For Kindnes that before Hath bin.
God for ever bless us together.
I long to be made one with thee.
I wish to thee as to myself.
If not, how then.
Ile constant prove to the my love.
Keepe vertue still within thy will.
Let vartu be Gide to the.
Love is the things I wish to winne.
Let us live in Love and sarue the Lord above.
+ Love fixt on vertue lasteth.
My Love and I till death devide E·B≡L M I.
Noe recompence but love $_{E.E.(P)}$
​Not valeu but vertv.
Not a truer heart alive.
Never forget me.
Not a truer ♥ alive.
Not that in mee but bowes to thee.
Qui Dedit se Dedit A M.
+To Hartes in one.
The Yock of Love is swieth.
When [two hearts] unite the loue is right.
Don Damy.
This gentleman also mentions an old house at Cork, which has the following quaint inscription on it:—
Thy sugred . name O Lord engrave within my brest. Sith . therein doth consist my weal and onelie rest.
​William Lewis, Esq., of the Bath Herald and Express, writes me that Posey Rings were worn by the Bath fish-women at the very early part of the last century: he adds, “A custom peculiar to this section of our local ladies.”
He had lately seen one “exactly like the ordinary wedding ring, but exceptionally heavy and massive, and the wearer, by its size, must indeed have been ‘a Bonnie Fish-wife’; it was engraved inside in the old-fashioned court hand then in vogue as follows:—
# Loving v. Virginia/Concurrence Stewart

* Court Documents
* Case Syllabus
* Opinion of the Court
* Concurring Opinion Stewart
[p. 13] Mr. Justice Stewart, concurring.
I have previously expressed the belief that "it is simply not possible for a state law to be valid under our Constitution which makes the criminality of an act depend upon the race of the actor." McLaughlin v. State of Florida, 379 U.S. 184 (concurring opinion). Because I adhere to that belief, I concur in the judgment of the Court.
# Love—is anterior to Life—

Love — is anterior to Life — Posterior — to Death — Initial of Creation, and The Exponent of Breath —
# Loving v. Virginia

* related portals: Supreme Court of the United States.
* sister projects: Wikipedia article, Wikidata item.
Loving v. Virginia, 388 U.S. 1 (1967), was a landmark civil rights case in which the United States Supreme Court, by a 9-0 vote, declared Virginia's anti-miscegenation statute, the "Racial Integrity Act of 1924", unconstitutional, thereby overturning Pace v. Alabama (1883) and ending all race-based legal restrictions on marriage in the United States.

## Concurring Opinion

    Stewart
United States Supreme Court
388 U.S. 1
Loving v. Virginia
Appeal from the Supreme Court of Appeals of Virginia
No. 395 Argued: April 10, 1967 --- Decided: June 12, 1967
Virginia's statutory scheme to prevent marriages between persons solely on the basis of racial classifications held to violate the Equal Protection and Due Process Clauses of the Fourteenth Amendment. Pp. 4-12.
Philip J. Hirschkop, pro hac vice, by special leave of Court, Bernard S. Cohen, Alexandria, Va., for appellants.
R. D. McIlwaine, III, Richmond, Va., for appellee.
William M. Marutani, Philadelphia, Pa., for Japanese American Citizens League, as amicus curiae, by special leave of Court.
Briefs of amici curiae, urging reversal, were filed by William M. Lewers and William B. Ball for the National Catholic Conference for Interracial Justice et al.; [p. 2] by Robert L. Carter and Andrew D. Weinberger for the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People, and by Jack Greenberg, James M. Nabrit III and Michael Meltsner for the N. A. A. C. P. Legal Defense & Educational Fund, Inc.
T. W. Bruton, Attorney General, and Ralph Moody, Deputy Attorney General, filed a brief for the State of North Carolina, as amicus curiae, urging affirmance.
This work is in the public domain in the United States because it is a work of the United States federal government (see 17 U.S.C. 105).
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# Loves Garland/List of Members

“There is Divinity in Odd Numbers.”—Shakespeare.
Ye Sette of Ye Odd Volumes.
July 16, 1883.
Edward Heron Allen, Necromancer, St. John’s, Putney Hill, S.W.
W. H. S. Aubrey, LL.D., Auditor, Ferndale, Croydon.
James Roberts Brown, Alchymist,
Vice-President, (Secretary, 1880,) 14, Hilldrop Road, Tufnell Park, N.
George Clulow, Xylographer,
(Secretary, 1881,) 51, Belsize Avenue, Hampstead, N.W.
Alfred J. Davies, Attorney-General,
(Vice-President, 1881,) 21, Churchfield Road, Mattock Lane, Ealing, W.
George Charles Haité, Art Critic, Ormsby Lodge, Blanford Road, Bedford Park, W.
Burnham W. Horner, Organist, 34, Sheen Park, Richmond, S.W.
​Edward Land, Armourer, 89, Wigmore Street, W.
Henry George Liley, Art Director, Radnor House, Radnor Place, Gloucester Square, Hyde Park, W.
William Murrell, M.D., Leech,
Secretary, 38, Weymouth Street, Portland Place, W.
Bernard Quaritch, Librarian,
(President, 1878, 1879, & 1882,) 15, Piccadilly, W.
Edward Renton, Herald,
(Vice-President, 1880; Secretary, 1882,) 44, South Hill Park, Hampstead, N.W.
George Summers, Master of Ceremonies, 12, Cantelowes Road, Camden Square, N.W.
W. M. Thompson, Historiographer,
President, 16, Carlyle Square, Chelsea, S.W.
T. C. Venables, Antiquary, 17, Queenhithe, E.C.
Cornelius Walford, Master of the Rolls, Enfield House, Belsize Park Gardens, N.W.
Charles W. H. Wyman, Typographer,
(Vice-President, 1878 & 1879; President, 1880,) 103, King Henry’s Road, Primrose Hill, N.W.
Edward F. Wyman, Treasurer,
(Secretary, 1878 & 1879,) 11, Endsleigh Street, Tavistock Square, W.C.
J. B. Zerbini, Musical Referee, 3, Rochester Villas, Camden Road, N.W.
# Loving Shepherd of Thy Sheep

This hymn was first published in Henry Formby's Catholic Hymns, 1853, with the title Hymn to the Good Shepherd.
* "Hymn to the Good Shepherd" in Catholic Hymns (1st ed.), 1853.
* "Hymn to the Good Shepherd" in Catholic Hymns (2nd ed.), 1860.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 131/Issue 1690/The Years

* THE YEARS.
* Why do we heap huge mounds of years,
* Before us and behind,
* And scorn the little days that pass
* Like angels on the wind?
* Each, turning round a small, sweet face
* As beautiful as near,
* Because it is so small a face
* We will not see it clear.
* And so it turns from us, and goes
* Away in sad disdain;
* Though we could give our lives for it,
* It never comes again.
* Miss Mulock.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 131/Issue 1691

LITTELL'S LIVING AGE.
| Fifth Series, Volume XVI. | $\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,$ | No. 1691. — November 11, 1876. | $\scriptstyle {\left\{{\begin{matrix}\ \end{matrix}}\right.}$ | From Beginning Vol. CXXXI. |
CONTENTS. :
| I. | Secular Change of Climate, | British Quarterly Review, | 323 |
| II. | What She Came Through. By Sarah Tytler, author of "Lady Bell," etc. Part XIX., | Good Words, | 339 |
| III. | When the Sea was Young. Part II., | Cornhill Magazine, | 348 |
| IV. | The Friend of the Hero, | Blackwood's Magazine, | 359 |
| V. | A Straw-Plait Market, | All The Year Round, | 368 |
| VI. | Sixty-Nine Years at the Court of Prussia, | Athenæum, | 373 |
| VII. | The American Summer and American Society, | Pall Mall Gazette, | 375 |
| VIII. | The Luxury of Grief, | Saturday Review, | 378 |
| IX. | Edible and Poisonous Fungi, | Hardwicke's Science-Gossip, | 380 |
| X. | George Whitefield, the Famous Preacher, | Sunday Magazine, | 381 |
| X. | An Antiquary in a Difficulty, | Athenæum, | 382 |
| X. | American "Watering-Place" Acquaintance, | Pall Mall Gazette, | 383 |
POETRY. :
| Reunion, | 322 | A Rhymer's Wish, | 322 |
| Links to the Past, | 322 | Among The Vines, | 322 |
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 131/Issue 1691/A Rhymer's Wish

* A RHYMER'S WISH.
* When death with no unwelcome touch
* Shall free my weary sprite,
* I would not be lamented much,
* Nor yet forgotten quite.
* Let art devise no sounding mask
* Affliction's voice to aid;
* The softest sigh is all I ask
* To soothe my wistful shade.
* The tribute of a silent tear
* Would satisfy the claim
* Of one who found few friendships here,
* And never dreamt of fame.
* No marble mound to load my breast
* Should I arise to sue,
* Would Love his constancy attest
* With a fresh flower or two.
* While Memory, from her grassy seat,
* Might now and then incline
* O'er the mute rhymster to repeat
* A verse of his, — a line.
* With such memorials to endear
* Some lone, sepulchral spot,
* I should not wake too sad a tear,
* Nor yet be quite forgot.
* Spectator.J. S. D.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 131/Issue 1691/An Antiquary in a Difficulty

From The Athenæum.
AN ANTIQUARY IN A DIFFICULTY.
When Dr. Buckland was dean of Westminster, the lately deceased Dr. Rimbault applied to him for permission to make extracts from the registers of the Abbey, in order to ascertain the dates of admission, and of the decease, of some of the eminent men who had been on the establishment at Westminster. The difficulty which presented itself to the dean's mind was, that it would be too great a tax upon his own time to wait while the extracts were made, and that he could not give up the keys of the muniment-room to any person. Still he desired to oblige in all cases of literary research, and therefore offered to take Dr. Rimbault into the room, and to leave him there, to be let out at any appointed time. The proposal was particularly agreeable to Dr. Rimbault, as he could then work without interruption. Thinking that about three hours would suffice, and as he dined at an early hour, he appointed one o'clock. The dean was not punctual, and the doctor worked on. At three o'clock the latter felt the want of his dinner, his extracts were finished, and he wished only to be gone. "What could have detained the dean?" But no step was to be heard. The evening service soon began, and at length the last peal of the organ had faded away, and all was quiet. It then became evident that Dr. Rimbault was forgotten; and how long was this to last? Before daylight had quite passed away, he had surveyed his position, and found that he was in a trap from which it was impossible to extricate himself. He could neither scale the window nor make himself heard. He was quite at the mercy of the dean's memory; for he had not told any one where he was going, because he expected to return home within a few hours. "Would his disappearance be advertised, and would the dean see it, and when?" Dr. Rimbault had none of the bodily fat which is said to support life under long periods of fasting, and the last was, therefore, an important question with him. "When would the muniment-room be next visited?" That was, indeed, a remote contingency; so that, like Ginevra in the chest, which had closed over her with a spring lock, nothing but his skeleton might then be found. From these uncomfortable reflections Dr. Rimbault was released late at night. He had drawn together some parchments to recline upon, but not to sleep, when at last a key was heard in the door. The good dean had gone home to ​dinner, and had taken his siesta; after which he commenced ruminating over the events of the day, and then at last thought of his prisoner! He returned to the Abbey at some inconvenience, and set him free with many apologies. Dr. Rimbault's ardor to be shut up in a muniment-room had then quite cooled.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 131/Issue 1691/Among The Vines

* AMONG THE VINES.
* The clustering vines spring up through the clear air;
* They grow twice over; once, high up and green,
* And once deep down in the blue lake, between
* The purple mountains, — both alike so fair,
* One scarce can tell the sunshine from the glare.
* Here, the light ripples through a leafy screen,
* There, it flows on all golden and serene,
* In both the dark-eyed children stand and stare;
* While up and down their weary parents pace
* Those stony ways, with long, deep baskets slung
* Over their shoulders; yet with easy grace
* They bear their burdens, whether old or young;
* For here they play at work — in many a place
* They work at . play — for those, no song be sung.
* Spectator.H. A. Duff.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 131/Issue 1690/Primavera

* PRIMAVERA.
* The spring has passed this way. Look! where she trod
* The daring crocus sprang up through the sod
* To greet her coming with glad heedlessness,
* Scarce waiting to put on its leafy dress,
* But bright and bold in its brave nakedness.
* And further on — mark! — on this gentle rise
* She must have paused, for frail anemones
* Are trembling to the wind, couched low among
* These fresh green grasses, that so lush have sprung
* O'er the hid runnel, that with tinkling tongue
* Babbles its secret troubles. Here she stopped
* A longer while, and on this grassy sweep,
* While pensively she lingered, see! she dropped
* This knot of lovesick violets from her breast,
* Which, as she threw them down, she must have kissed,
* For still the fragrance of her breath they keep.
* And look! here too her floating robes have brushed,
* Where suddenly these almond-branches flushed
* To greet her, and in blossoms burst as she
* Swept by them — gladsomely and gracefully.
* Where is she now? Gone! Vain it were to try
* To overtake her. Here, then, let us lie
* On this green bank and weave a wreath, and sing
* From our full hearts the joyous praise of spring,
* Grateful for these dear gifts she left behind —
* The flowers, the grass, the soft and odorous wind,
* The lingering effluence, the subtle grace
* That still, though she has vanished, haunts the place.
* Pursuit is vain; for she, like all things fair.
* Will not be hunted down into her lair,
* And caught and prisoned. Let us not be rude,
* Nor seek into her presence to intrude,
* But praise her in the distance. Then, perchance,
* She may not flee away with winged feet,
* But pause and backward cast a favoring glance,
* And waft a fragrance to us rare and sweet.
* Too eager, we our present joy may miss
* In the vain chase of an imagined bliss;
* The ideal joy no human hand can seize,
* The dream that lures us and before us flees.
* The day is passing. Let us own its spell;
* And as these trees, feeling within them swell
* The blind, dim stirring of the spring, express
* In leaves and blossoms their mute thankfulness,
* So, grateful, let us take what nature gives;
* Love be our blossoms — gentle thoughts our leaves.
* Blackwood's Magazine.W. W. S.
# Life of John Boyle O'Reilly/An Old Picture

AN OLD PICTURE.
THERE are times when a dream delicious Steals into a musing hour, Like a face with love capricious That peeps from a woodland bower; And one dear scene comes changeless; A wooded hill and a river; A deep, cool bend, where the lilies end. And the elm-tree shadows quiver.
And I lie on the brink there, dreaming That the life I live is a dream; That the real is but the seeming. And the true is the sun-flecked stream. Beneath me, the perch and the bream sail past In the dim cool depths of the river; The struggling fly breaks the mirrored sky And the elm-tree shadows quiver.
There are voices of children away on the hill; There are bees thro' the flag-flowers humming; The lighter-man calls to the lock, and the mill On the farther side is drumming. And I sink to sleep in my dream of a dream, In the grass by the brink of a river. Where the voices blend and the lilies end And the elm-tree shadows quiver.'
Like a gift from the past is the kindly dream. For the sorrow and passion and pain Are adrift like the leaves on the breast of the stream, And the child-life comes again. O, the sweet sweet pain of a joy that died— Of a pain that is joy forever! O, the life that died in the stormy tide That was once my sun-flecked river.
# Martha Washington

Sidney Lanier composed this poem in Baltimore, Maryland in 1875. It was written for the “Martha Washington Court Journal”.
Down cold snow-stretches of our bitter time,  When windy shams and the rain-mocking sleet Of Trade have cased us in such icy rime  That hearts are scarcely hot enough to beat, Thy fame, O Lady of the lofty eyes,  Doth fall along the age, like as a lane Of Spring, in whose most generous boundaries  Full many a frozen virtue warms again. To-day I saw the pale much-burdened form  Of Charity come limping o’er the line, And straighten from the bending of the storm  And flush with stirrings of new strength divine, Such influence and sweet gracious impulse came  Out of the beams of thine immortal name!
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 130/Issue 1673/The Death of the Violet

* THE DEATH OF THE VIOLET.
* O gentle sunbeam! in that quiet time
* When I lay still in the expectant earth
* 1 felt thy touch, and bit by bit my life
* Unfolded in the glow of thy soft smile;
* And when the spring was clothed in fresh green
* I trembled, and sprang out to meet thy kiss.
* O cruel sunbeam! I can bear no more
* The glory of thy light; for I fade fast,
* And thou dost scorch me with thy fiercer heat.
* The roses kiss thee now, and gaudier flowers
* Bask in thy lavished gold. Farewell, farewell!
* Only my sighs remain, and their perfume
* Shall tell of my past sweetness; while my tears,
* Glistening at night when thou art gone, shall help
* Some fairer flowers to bloom and gladden thee.
* E. N. G.
* Tinsley's Magazine.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 130/Issue 1673/The Lament of the Covenant, 1876

* THE LAMENT OF THE COVENANT, 1876.
* Wir hatten gebauet ein stattliches Haus." Burschlied.
* We built of old a stately house,
* Its pillars were a people's vows, —
* The sun is set!
* Our house was glorious in its day:
* We were not worthy there to stay, —
* Its sun is set.
* God's sun on moor and hill arose;
* Screamed in its face the kites and crows,
* And round our towers the eagles came,
* With beak of blood and wing of flame, —
* Whene'er it set.
* Our holy house they stained with blood,
* They tore apart its carven wood:
* The kings we died for trode us down,
* The land we loved forgot its own, —
* The sun is set.
* The house we built in days of old,
* With bars of iron, with bands of gold,
* That house has vanished, bars and bands;
* O for a house not made with hands, —
* In Scotland yet!
* We turn from all that's past and done,
* We look to an eternal Sun, —
* That shall not set.
* Not in the Stewart or the Guelph,
* Our Covenant stands in God himself.
* Behold, a house comes down from heaven,
* Behold, a house by God is given, —
* To Scotland yet!
* The house we loved of old was clay;
* Fashioned by man, it passed away.
* Man's walls of clay must fall aside,
* God's true house evermore abide, —
* Scotland yet!
* We loved our Covenant-house, because
* It mirrored God's eternal laws;
* That ancient form among us stood,
* A passing image of the good.
* We hold the old, we hold the new,
* We cling to the eternal true, —
* Scotland yet!
* From hill and moor the shadows fly,
* A better morning floods the sky;
* Above our house, with broken bands,
* Stretches a house not made with hands, —
* In Scotland yet!
* And though that house no more is here,
* Its very dust to us is dear;
* Their bones who built its walls of old
* Have long since crumbled into mould, —
* Their sun is set.
* But may our hands forget their skill,
* When we forget
* Graves that are green on every hill, —
* Of Scotland yet!
* One of the Hill-Folk.
* Craigh-au-Righ, May 16.
* Spectator.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 130/Issue 1674

LITTELL'S LIVING AGE.
| Fifth Series, Volume XV. | $\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,$ | No. 1674. — July 8, 1876. | $\scriptstyle {\left\{{\begin{matrix}\ \end{matrix}}\right.}$ | From Beginning Vol. CXXX. |
CONTENTS. :
| I. | The Courses of Religious Thought. By Rt. Hon. W. E. Gladstone, | Contemporary Review, | 67 |
| II. | For Pity's Sake. By the author of "Robert Holt's Illusion," etc. Conclusion, | Sunday Magazine, | 82 |
| III. | James Northcote, R.A., | Fortnightly Review, | 89 |
| IV. | Janet Mason's Troubles. A Story of Town and Country. Conclusion, | Sunday Magazine, | 99 |
| V. | Remarks on Modern Warfare. By a Military Officer, | Fraser's Magazine, | 113 |
| VI. | Visit to a Spanish Prison, | Temple Bar, | 117 |
| VII. | The "Venus" of Quinipily, | Macmillan's Magazine, | 122 |
| VIII. | Pocket-Money, | Saturday Review, | 126 |
| IX. | Norwegian Deep-Sea Explorations, | Academy, | 128 |
POETRY. :
| The Conscience and Future Judgment, | 66 | Epicede, | 66 |
| The Conscience and Future Judgment, | 66 | Moonlight, | 66 |
| Miscellany, | Miscellany, | Miscellany, | 128 |
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 130/Issue 1674/Miscellany

​Last year there were published in Japan two new daily, four weekly, and one monthly periodicals; one novel; one dictionary; one geography, grammar, and history combined; and a number of official statements, the latter actually bound in blue. The land of blue dragons takes now to blue books!
Athenæum.
Newspapers continue to multiply even in the most outlandish localities. We hear that "Corea has started a newspaper." It is styled "pious and official, and which all ought to read."
Athenæum.