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# Winston Churchill to Franklin D. Roosevelt (January, 1941)

​Following is text of message from the Prime Minister to the President.
SECRET
You probably know that Lord Halifax will arrive at Annapolis in our new battleship H.M.S. "KING GEORGE V." She cannot, of course, stay more than twenty-four hours. I do not know whether you would be interested to see her. We should be proud to show her to you or to any of your high naval authorities, if you could arrange this. She is due at the entrance to Chesapeake Bay at seven a.m. January 24th. If you will communicate to me any suggestions or wishes, we will do our best to meet them.
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# Winston Churchill to Franklin D. Roosevelt (December, 1940)

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​I have now decided to ask for your formal agrément to the appointment of Lord Halifax as our Ambassador to the United States. I need not tell you what a loss this is to me personally and to the War Cabinet. I feel however that the transaction of business and the relationship between our two countries, and also the contact with you, Mr. President, are of such supreme consequence to the outcome of the war that it is my duty to place at your side the most eminent of my colleagues, and one who knows the whole story as it unfolds at the summit.
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# Winston Churchill to Franklin D. Roosevelt, Envelope

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An envelope
Favoured by Sir Walter Citrine.
The President of the United States of America.
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# Winston Churchill to (Harry Hopkins) (June 17, 1940)

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June 17, 1940
Telegram of June 17th/1940
MOST IMMEDIATE
Your telegram 1011.
You will see (from) H. PETAIN’s broadcast how fast things are moving.
2. In view of President's Willingness as expressed in your telegram No. 1011 to act as we had suggested in regard to making transfer of French fleet to us a condition of his willingness to act if he had been approached I hope that he will put immediate pressure on the French Government in no circumstances to fail to send the fleet to British ports before armistice is concluded.
3. Petain has acted in complete disregard of our stipulation and we can have no confidence in further action that he may take unless he can be stiffened to act up to principal condition on which we gave our conditional assent.
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# Winston Churchill to Franklin D. Roosevelt (April 2, 1941)

BRITISH EMBASSY,
WASHINGTON D.C
MESSAGE FROM THE PRIME MINISTER
"Please at once tell the President that in any communication Admiral Leahy may be instructed to make to French Government it would be desirable to make no mention of "permission" being obtained from armistice commission or of escort to be provided for "Dunkerque" as this might give away our source.
It would be sufficient for him to say that information had been received showing that there was the intention to send "Dunkerque" to Toulon for repairs in near future.“
2nd April,1941
# While the Billy Boils/His Colonial Oath

First Published: Bulletin.
HIS COLONIAL OATH
I lately met an old schoolmate of mine up-country. He was much changed. He was tall and lank, and had the most hideous bristly red beard I ever saw. He was working on his father's farm. He shook hands, looked anywhere but in my face―and said nothing. Presently I remarked at a venture:
'So poor old Mr. B., the schoolmaster, is dead.'
'My oath!' he replied.
'He was a good old sort.'
'My oath!'
'Time goes by pretty quick, doesn't it?'
His oath (colonial).
'Poor old Mr. B. died awfully sudden, didn't he?'
He looked up the hill, and said: 'My oath!'
Then he added: 'My blooming oath!'
I thought, perhaps, my city rig or manner embarrassed him, so I stuck my hands in my pockets, spat, and said, to set him at his ease: 'It's blanky hot to-day. I don't know how you blanky blanks stand such blank weather! It's blanky well hot enough to roast a crimson carnal bullock; ain't it?' Then I took out a cake of tobacco, bit off a quarter, and pretended to chew. He replied:
​'My oath!'
The conversation flagged here. But presently, to my great surprise, he came to the rescue with:
'He finished me, yer know.'
'Finished? How? Who?''
He looked down towards the river, thought (if he did think) and said: 'Finished me edyercation, yer know.'
'Oh! you mean Mr. B.?'
'My oath―he finished me first-rate.'
'He turned out a good many scholars, didn't he?'
'My oath! I'm thinkin' about going down to the trainin'-school,'
'You ought to―I would if I were you.'
'My oath!'
'Those were good old times,' I hazarded, 'you remember the old bark school?'
He looked away across the siding, and was evidently getting uneasy. He shifted about, and said:
'Well, I must be goin'.'
'I suppose you're pretty busy now?'
'My oath! So long.'
'Well, good-bye. We must have a yarn some day.'
'My oath!'
He got away as quickly as he could.
I wonder whether he was changed after all―or, was it I? A man does seem to get out of touch with the bush after living in cities for eight or ten years.
# Zinzendorff and Other Poems/The Death of the Motherless

THE DEATH OF THE MOTHERLESS.
"The little boy turned for the last time, his mild, tender glance on those around, and seemed to say, 'Father, she calls! I go. I go. Farewell.'"
"Who calls thee? who? my darling boy,
 What voice is in thine ear?"
He answer'd not, but murmur'd on,
 In words that none might hear;
And still prolonged the whispering tone,
 As if in fond reply
To some dear object of delight
 That fixed his dying eye.
And then, with that confiding smile,
 First by his mother taught
When freely on her breast he laid
 His troubled infant thought,
And meekly as a placid flower
 O'er which the dew-drops weep,
He bow'd him on his painful bed,
 And slept the unbroken sleep.
But if in yon immortal clime,
 Where flows no parting tear,
That root of earthly love may grow,
 Which struck so deeply here,
With what a tide of boundless bliss,
 A thrill of rapture wild,
An angel mother in the skies,
 Will greet her cherub child.
# Zinzendorff and Other Poems/The Flowers of Spring

THE FLOWERS OF SPRING.
To a Sick Friend.
Friend! around whose couch of pain,
Fond Hope lingereth not in vain,
Thou, whom strong and saintly prayer
Still imploreth Heaven to spare,
Thou hast watch'd our wild retreats,
Thou hast priz'd our simple sweets,
Long our voiceless lore hast known,
Listen to our whisper'd tone,
 Come back to us!
Love, with warmth that ever glows,
Speaketh through our lips of rose,
Friendship, to our dewy sighs
Trusts her hoarded memories,
Gratitude, with Penury pale,
Hasting to our native vale,
Bade us fervent, for their sake,
Plead, and no denial take,
 Come back to us.
Tardy Spring hath held us long,
From thy bowers of light and song,
Now on vine, and shrub, and tree,
See! we bloom to welcome thee,
For thy tasteful eye we pine,
Wilt thou teach us where to twine?
Nesting birds with tenderest lay,
Swell their chorus, as we say
 Come back to us.
Take our message to thy breast,
Let us on thy pillow rest,
From blest clime, and seraph song,
We will not detain thee long,
For Earth's most protracted day
Like our blossom fleets away,
Friend to us, and Nature's smile,
Only for a little while
 Come back to us.
# Zinzendorff and Other Poems/The Defection of the Disciples

THE DEFECTION OF THE DISCIPLES.
"Then all the disciples forsook him and fled."—St. Matthew.
Fled!—and from whom? The Man of woe
 Who in Gethsemane had felt
Such pangs as bade the blood-drops flow
 And the crushed heart with anguish melt?
They who were gathered round his board,
 Partook his love, beheld his power,
Saw the sick healed, the dead restored,
 Fail'd they to watch one fearful hour?
All fled? Yet one there was who laid
 His head upon that sacred breast,
By Friendship's holy ardor made
 A cherished, an illustrious guest;
One too, who walked with Christ the wave
 When the mad sea confessed his sway,
And strangely sealed her gaping grave,—
 Fled these forgetfully away?
Yes.—All forsook the Master's side
 When foes and dangers clustered round,
And when in bitterness he cried,
 'Mid the dread garden's awful bound,
Yet knew they not how near him stood
 The host of Heaven, a guardian train,
Deploring man's ingratitude,
 And wondering at his Saviour's pain.
Oh! ye, whose hearts in secret bleed
 O'er transient Hope, like morning dew,
O'er friendship faithless in your need,
 Or love to all its vows untrue,
Who shrink from Persecution's rod
 Or slander's fang, or Treachery's tone,
Look meekly to the Son of God,
 And in his griefs forget your own.
Forsaken are ye?—so was he,—
 Reviled?—yet check the vengeful word,—
Rejected?—should the servant be
 Exalted o'er his suffering Lord?
Nor deem that Heaven's omniscient eye
 Is e'er regardless of your lot,—
Deluded man from God may fly,
 But when was man by God forgot?
# Zinzendorff and Other Poems/The First Morning of Spring

THE FIRST MORNING OF SPRING.
Break from your chains, ye lingering streams,
Rise, blossoms from your wintry dreams,
Drear fields, your robes of verdure take,
Birds, from your trance of silence wake,
Glad trees resume your leafy crown,
Shrubs, o'er the mirror-brooks bend down,
Bland zephyrs, wheresoe'er ye stray,
The Spring doth call you,—come away.
—Thou too, my soul, with quicken'd force
Pursue thy brief, thy measur'd course,
With grateful zeal each power employ,
Catch vigor from Creation's joy,
And deeply on thy shortening span,
Stamp love to God, and love to man.
—But Spring with tardy step appears,
Chill is her eye, and dim with tears,
Still are the founts in fetters bound,
The flower-germs shrink within the ground,
Where are the warblers of the sky?
I ask,—and angry blasts reply.
—It is not thus in heavenly bowers,
Nor ice-bound rill, nor drooping flowers,
Nor silent harp, nor folded wing
Invade that everlasting Spring,
Toward which we look with wishful tear
While pilgrims in this wintry sphere.
# Zinzendorff and Other Poems/The Dying Boy

THE DYING BOY.
His pure cheek pressed the pillow, and its hue
So late like the fresh rose's heart, was pale,
While 'mid the clustering curls, those chill dews hung
Which fall but once.
 Still o'er that beauteous brow
Where fatal languor settled, flash'd the light
Of intellect, as a faint cry burst forth,
"Oh! mother!—mother!"  Then there was a pause,
A pang too deep for words.
 "Your mother sleeps
In her cold grave, my son. You stood with me
Beside its brink. Your little hand clasp'd mine
Convulsively, at those sad, solemn words,
Ashes to ashes!—when the clods fell down
Upon the coffin lid. Two months have past,
And every night your cheek was wet with tears,
For that dear mother. Say, have you forgot?
Or roves your mind in dreams? Speak, dearest one."
—And then the father rais'd that drooping head,
And laid it on his bosom, and bow'd down
A listening ear close to those murmuring lips:
But till their last faint whisper died away,
There was no sound of answer to his voice,
Save "mother! mother!"
 Deem ye not he err'd!
For she who at his cradle caught the flame
Of that deep love, which time may never quench,
Perchance, was nearer to her son, than you
Who smooth'd the pillow for his fever'd head,
Calling yourselves the living, tho' ye dwell
In death's own realm, beneath his lifted dart.
Ye gave his mother to the earth-worm's bed,
But can ye say that her seraphic smile
Beam'd not upon him, as he struggling lay
In the last mortal agony?  Her lip
Hail'd her frail first-born to this world of tears
With rapture's speechless kiss. Know ye, how warm,
How eloquent its welcome to that clime
Which hath no death-pang?
 If celestial bands
Feel for the unknown habitants of clay,
A hallow'd train of guardian sympathies,
And fold their wings around them as they run
Time's slippery course, with what a flood of joy,
With what refin'd, exulting intercourse,
At Heaven's bright threshhold, when all ills are past,
A mother greets her child!
 'Tis o'er! 'Tis o'er!
All earthly strife in that soft sigh doth end.
Wrap the white grave-robe o'er that stainless form,
And lay it by her side, whose breast so long
Was the fond pillow for his golden hair.
Write o'er his narrow tomb, "'tis well! 'tis well!"
Then turn away and weep:—for weep we must,
When our most beautiful and treasur'd things
Fleet from this shaded earth.
 How can we see
Our rifled bowers of rest in ruin laid
Without a tear! Yet He, who wills the wound,
Can shed such balm-drops o'er the riven heart,
That its most poignant and deep-rooted grief
Shall bear blest fruit in Heaven.
# Zinzendorff and Other Poems/The Grave

THE GRAVE.
Who in a faithful breast our frailties hides
Breathing them not to the invidious ear,
But with oblivions mantle covering all?
Friendship?
 Alas! Her most immaculate shrine
Hath sometimes yielded to the traitor's key,
And she with Luna's ever-varying phase
Reveal'd her own infirmity. The Grave,
The voiceless Grave shall be to thee a friend
Who breaks no promise and no trust betrays.
—What hand our virtues decks with fadeless bloom,
Throwing fresh fragrance o'er their timid buds?
Memory?  —Ah, no!—She, like a reaper blind,
Or impotent with age, oft gathereth tares
Into her garner, and doth leave the wheat
To moulder all unbound. The Grave alone
Shall do this office for us. Why, O Grave!
Giver of rest to Earth's o'erladen ones,
Whose love doth shame our friendship, and whose care
Treasureth what Memory scatters,—why with haste
Of bitter loathing, turn we from thine arms?
# Youth: a Narrative, and Two Other Stories/The End of the Tether

THE END OF THE TETHER
* Section 1
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* Section 4
* Section 5
* Section 6
* Section 7
* Section 8
* Section 9
* Section 10
* Section 11
* Section 12
* Section 13
* Section 14
# Wuchter v. Pizzutti

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United States Supreme Court
276 U.S. 13
Wuchter v. Pizzutti
Argued: January 5, 1928. --- Decided: February 20, 1928
Mr. James D. Carpenter, of Jersey City, N. J., for plaintiff in error.
Mr. Jacob R. Mantell, of Summit, N. J., for defendant in error.
[Argument of Counsel from page 14 intentionally omitted]
Mr. Chief Justice TAFT delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Who's Who in China (3rd edition)/T'ang Chi-yao

General T'ang Chi-yao
唐機凭学英
General Tang Chi-yao was born at Tung-chuan Hsien, Yunnan province, in 1885. He was a Hsiu-Tsai in the Ching Dynasty and was graduated from the Provincial High College of Yunnan. In November 1909 he entered the Military Cadets' Academy, Japan, and was graduated from the artillery Department in 1910. Upon his return to China, he served in the Army of Fengtien Province. Shortly afterwards he went to Yunnan becoming Staff Officer to the Viceroy of Yunnan-Kueichow and President of the Military Training College. General Tang became a revolutions when he was in Japan where he made acquaintances with the revolutionary leaders. The First Revolution broke out at Wuchang on October 10, 1911. General Ts'ai Ao, Li Lieh-chun and Tang Chi-yao responded to the revolutionary call by declaring independence in Yunnan on October 30. Ts'ai was elected Tutu and Tang became Chief Staff Officer of the Yunnan Military government. In April 1912, at the recommendation of Tsai Ao, President Yuan Shih-kai appointed General T'ang the Tutu of Kueichow Province. In ​July 1916, President Li Yuan-hung appointed General Tang the Tuchun, new designation of military governor, of Yunnan. In September 1916 he was again ordered to act concurrently a Civil Governor of Yunnan. After one year's quiet administration, another trouble started in which General Tang was seriously involved. In May 1918 the Extraordinary Parliament elected seven directors to administer the Opposition Government and General Tang was one of them. At first these leaders were in concerted action against the north. Soon, quarrels occurred between them. In June 1919 the Kuo Ming Tang elements including General Tiang were ousted by the Kuangsi faction. In December 1919 the Extraordinary Parliament ceased to function on account of military interference by the Kuangsi faction. Then General T’ang invited the parliamentarians to Yunnan, where they assembled in July 1920. In June 1920 General Tiang, in a circular telegram abolished the post of Tuchun of Yunnan and assumed the commandership of Yunnan and Szechuan Allied Forces. In July 1920 he drove out General Hsiung Ke-wu from Chengtu, the capital of Szechuan and assumed the control of that province. In September 1920 General Hsiung Ke-wu, assisted by Liu Tsen-hou came back to Chengtu, drove General T'ang out of Szechuan, and Yunnan was left to itself. In December 1920 the Kuo Ming Tang leaders resumed the control of Kuangtung and General Tang became a Military Director again. During the following year he directed the troops remaining loyal to him 'in operations against the Szechuan leaders. In March 1922 General Tang returned to Yunnan again and since that time he has been in control of that province and also a part of Szechuan province.