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# Protestant Exiles from France/Volume 2 - Book Third - Chapter 24 - De Veille

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​De Veille. — Thomas, son of Rev. Dr. Hans de Veille (“a man of great parts, extensive learning, and of a good family in Lorraine,” afterwards a refugee clergyman in London, and Librarian at Lambeth by the favour of Tillotson), was born in St. Paul’s Churchyard in 1684. Thomas De Veille was apprenticed to a mercer in London about 1700. In course of time his master became bankrupt, and Thomas enlisted in the army as a private, and went with his regiment to Portugal. His facility for acquiring languages, and his zeal and acuteness, recommended him to General Henri de Ruvigny, Earl of Galway, who first made him his secretary (his signature in this capacity, Tho. De Veille, is before me), and then gave him a troop of dragoons. When Captain De Veille, on the reduction of his regiment, retired on half-pay, he had to increase his income by his business talents, and became celebrated as a London Justice, the services of which office were then paid by fees. Justice De Veille, for his great courage and management in suppressing the riots of 1735, received the honour of knighthood. In 1738 he was made Inspector-General of exports and imports in the Custom House, with £1000 a year, which he has taken great pains to deserve (says the cotemporary Historical Register). Sir Thomas, who was also Colonel of the Westminster Militia, died in 1746, aged sixty-two. He had, by two wives, twenty-five children, most of whom died young; he was four times married. His eldest son, the Rev. Hans de Veille, predeceased him. His only surviving son, Thomas, was an officer in the army.
# Prophecies of Thomas the Rhymer (4)

PROPHECIES
OF
Thomas the Rhymer,
THE ANCIENT SCOTCH PROPHET,
CONTAINING THE WONDERFUL FULFILMENT OF MANY OF HIS PREDICTIONS; AND THOSE NOT YET ACCOMPLISHED.
Collected, Examined, and now Promulgated By Mr ALLAN BOYD, F. S. A. Sub-Deputy Janitor's Clerk in the College of Hayti.
WITH, SUBJOINED, AN ACCOUNT OF
The Battle of Bannockburn
SO FATAL TO TYRANNY, AND FAVOURABLE TO SCOTTISH INDEPENDENCE.
And, IMPARTIALITY, A TURKISH TALE.
SOLD WHOLESALE BY J. FRASER & CO. PRINTERS, STIRLING.
* Short Account of Sir Thomas Learmant, alias Rymer
* Prophecies of Thomas Rhymer
* Thomas Rhymer's Prophecies in Verse
* An Account of the Battle of Bannockburn
* Turkish Impartiality
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# Prophecies of Thomas the Rhymer (4)/Chapter 3

THOMAS RYMER's
PROPHECIES
IN VERSE.
1Scotland be sad now and lament For honours thou hast lost, But yet rejoice, in better times, Which will repay the cost.
2Tho' unto thraldom you should be Brought by your enemies; You shall have freedom from them all, And enjoy your liberties.
3The grave of the most noble Prince To all is great regret, The subject to law, who doth leave The kingdom and estate.
4O anguish great! where every kind And ages doth lament: Whom bitter death has ta'en away, Shall Scotland sore repent.
5Lately a land of rich increase, A nation stout and true, Has lost their former dear estate, Which they did hold, of due.
6By hard conflict, and by the chance Of noble Fortune's force, Thy hap and thy prosperity May turn into worse.
7Tho' wont to won, may be subdued, And come in under yoke; Strangers may reign, and you destroy, What likes him by sword's stroke.
8A foreign foe; whom neither thy force Nor manners do approve, Woe is to thee, by guile and slight, Will only win above.
9This mighty nation was to fore, Invincible and stout, Will yield slowly to destiny, Great pity is but doubt.
10In former age the Scots renown Did flourish goodly gay; But yet, alas! will be overcome With a great dark decay.
11Then mark and see what is the cause Of this so wondrous fall! Contempt of faith, falsehood, deceit, The wrath of God withal.
12Unsatiable greed of worldly gain, Oppression, cries of poor;
A perpetual and slanderous race, No justice put in ure.
13The haughty pride of mighty men, Of former vice chief cause, The nutriture of wickedness, An unjust match of laws.
14Therefore this cause the prophets of long time did presage, And now has happen'd every point Into your present age,
15Since fate is so, now Scotland learn In patience to abide; Slanders, great fears, and sudden plagues, And great dolours beside.   16For out of thee shall people rise, with divers happiness; And yet a pen can scarcely write Thy hurt, skaith, and distress.
17And yet beware thou not distrust, Altho' o'erwhelm'd with grief, Thy stroke is not perpetual, For thou shalt find relief.
18I do suppose, altho' too late, Old prophecies shall hold; Hope thou in God's goodness evermore, And mercies manifold.
19For thou that now a patient is, And seemeth to be bound; At liberty shall free be set, And with empire be crown'd.
20From high above shall grace come down, And thy state, Scotland, be, In latter ends, more prosperous Than former age did see.
21Old prophecies foretell to thee, A warlike heir he's born, Who shall recover new your right. Advance this kingdom's horn.
22Then shall fair Scotland be advanc'd Above her en’mies power; Her cruel foes shall be dispers'd, And scatter'd from her bower.
23Fair Scotia's en’mies may invade, But not escape a plague; With sword, and thirst, and tears, and pest, With fears, and such like ague.
24And after enemies thrown down, And mastered in war, Then Scotland in peace and quietness, Pass joyful days for ever.
But that the curious may be more fully informed concerning the aforesaid predictions, with respect to their being exactly fulfilled, they are referred to the Scottish histories.
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# Prophecies of Thomas the Rhymer (3)/Chapter 1

A
SHORT ACCOUNT
OF
Sir Thomas Learmant,
THE RHYMER.
Sir Thomas Learmant, commonly called Thomas Rhymer, was born in the east corner of Fife, of a good family. His Prophecies have been more credited than any that were ever recorded in the Scots Chronicle, as they have been well attested, what of them is past, and what they allude to, in this present century and period, and of his dark sayings yet to come.
He told many mystical prophecies anent all the Kings of Europe, and what fell out according to his prediction, in this ancient kingdom of Scotland; what is past, present, and to come.
This brief account is taken from the Records of Cryle, near which place he was born and brought up.
His father was said to be Laird of Balcomie, ​and the records of that family is extant in the Rolls, for their assisting at several councils for the honour of Scotland. And Sir Thomas Rhymer's prophecies and sayings are still held in esteem.
He lived in the reign of Alexander III. King of Scotland, in the year one thousand two hundred and forty-eight, much regarded, and knighted by that king that same year.
The first of his prophecies ever taken to be faithfully observed, was, That there should be a storm on a certain day, that would surprise all Scotland. Now, some gentlemen being with him that day, they began to joke him, and said, Sir Thomas, you are now mistaken, and we shall stay and see your mistake, as we have heard so much of your prophecies. He told them to stay ran hour longer, and they would see and believe. And in less time than the hour, an express arrived to Sir Thomas, from Edinburgh, of the death of Margaret, Queen to Alexander III. who died that day. Upon receiving the news. Sir Thomas told them that this was the storm, and it would give rise to greater commotions in Scotland.
After the death of Queen Margaret, the King married Isabel, daughter to the Earl of Driux; and Sir Thomas told within a few months of an earthquake at Kinghorn, that would make Scotland tremble. An express accordingly came to Clyde to Sir Thomas, that the King had fallen from his horse at Kinghorn, and broke his neck. ​After the death of Alexander, he left no heirs except a grandchild, Margaret, daughter to the King of Norway, who also soon died; but a short time before her death, she was betrothed to Edward, king of England. After this there were great commotions anent the succession to the crown of Scotland, which occasioned great bloodshed, particularly betwixt Bruce and Baliol, which you have recorded in the Scottish Histories.
The pride of Spain, and the deceitful conduct of the French, as also concerning the Dutch, is all foretold.—Likewise the Scots battles of Torwood, Bothwelbridge, Malplackie, Killycrankie, Sheriff-muir, Proud Preston, near Glad's-muir, Falkirk, Culloden, and the Camps in Morayshire, and on the Windmill brae at Aberdeen, by General Coup, and at Dunbar.
In forty-five, eighty-two and three,
Sir Thomas' Works doth certify.
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# Prophecies of Thomas the Rhymer (4)/Chapter 1

SHORT ACCOUNT
of
Sir Thomas Learmant,
ALIAS RYMER.
SIR THOMAS LEARMANT, commonly called Thomas Rymer, was born in the east corner of Fife, of a good family. His Prophecies have been more credited than any that were ever recorded in the Scots Chronicle, as they have been well attested, what of them is past, and what they allude to, in this present century and period, and of his dark sayings yet to come.
He told many mystical prophecies anent all the Kings of Europe, and what fell out according to his prediction, in this ancient kingdom of Scotland; what is past, present, and to come.
This brief account is taken from the Records of Cryle, near which place he was born and brought up.
His father was said to be Laird of Balcomie; and the records of that family is extant in the Rolls, for their assisting at several councils for ​the honour of Scotland. And Sir Thomas Rymer's prophecies and sayings are still held in esteem.
He lived in the reign of Alexander III. King of Scotland, in the year one thousand; two hundred and forty-eight, much regarded, and knighted lay that king that same year.
The first of his prophecies ever taken to be faithfully observed, was, That there should be a storm on a certain day, that would surprise all Scotland. Now, some gentlemen being with him that day, they began to joke him, and said, Sir Thomas, you are now mistaken, and we shall stay and see your mistake, as we have heard so much of your prophecies. He told them to stay an hour longer, and they would see and believe. And in less time than the hour, an express arrived to Sir Thomas, from Edinburgh, of the death of Margaret, Queen to Alexander III. who died that day. Upon receiving the news, Sir Thomas told them that this was the storm, and it would give rise to greater commotions in Scotland.
After the death of Queen Margaret, the king married Isabel, daughter to the Earl of Driux; and Sir Thomas told within a few months of an earthquake at Kinghorn that would make Scotland tremble. An express accordingly came to Clyde to Sir Thomas, that the King had fallen from his horse at Kinghorn, and broke his neck. After the death of Alexander, he left no heirs except a grandchild, Margaret, daughter to the King of Norway, who also soon died; but a ​short time before her death, she was betrothed to Edward, King of England. After this there were great commotions anent the succession to the Crown of Scotland, which occasioned great bloodshed, particularly betwixt Bruce and Baliol, which you have recorded in the Scottish histories.
The pride of Spain, and the deceitful conduct of the French, as also concerning the Dutch, is all foretold—Likewise the Scots battles at Torwood, Bothwelbridge, Malplackie, Killicrankie, Sheriff-muir, Proud Preston, near Gladsmuir, Falkirk, Culloden, and the Camps in Morayshire, and on the Windmill brae at Aberdeen, by General Coup, and at Dunbar.
In forty-five, eighty two and three, Sir Thomas' Works doth certify.
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# Prometheus Bound, and other poems/Sonnets from the Portuguese/Sonnet 38

XXXVIII.
First time he kissed me, he but only kissed The fingers of this hand wherewith I write, And ever since it grew more clean and white, . . . Slow to world-greetings . . quick with its "Oh, list," When the angels speak. A ring of amethyst I could not wear here plainer to my sight, Than that first kiss. The second passed in height The first, and sought the forehead, and half missed, Half falling on the hair. O beyond meed! That was the chrism of love, which love's own crown, With sanctifying sweetness, did precede. The third, upon my lips, was folded down In perfect, purple state! since when, indeed, I have been proud and said, "My Love, my own."
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XXXVII.
Pardon, oh, pardon, that my soul should make Of all that strong divineness which I know For thine and thee, an image only so Formed of the sand, and fit to shift and break. It is that distant years which did not take Thy sovranty, recoiling with a blow, Have forced my swimming brain to undergo Their doubt and dread, and blindly to forsake Thy purity of likeness, and distort Thy worthiest love with worthless counterfeit. As if a shipwrecked Pagan, safe in port, His guardian sea-god to commemorate, Should set a sculptured porpoise, gills a-snort, And vibrant tail, within the temple-gate.
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IV.
Thou hast thy calling to some palace floor, Most gracious singer of high poems! where The dancers will break footing from the care Of watching up thy pregnant lips for more. And dost thou lift this house's latch too poor For hand of thine? and canst thou think and bear To let thy music drop here unaware In folds of golden fulness at my door? Look up and see the casement broken in, The bats and owlets builders in the roof! My cricket chirps against thy mandolin. Hush! call no echo up in further proof Of desolation! there's a voice within That weeps . . as thou must sing . . alone, aloof.
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XL.
Oh, yes! they love through all this world of ours! I will not gainsay love, called love forsooth. I have heard love talked in my early youth, And since, not so long back but that the flowers Then gathered, smell still. Mussulmans and Giaours Throw kerchiefs at a smile, and have no ruth For any weeping. Polypheme's white tooth Slips on the nut, if after frequent showers The shell is over-smooth; and not so much Will turn the thing called love, aside to hate, Or else to oblivion. But thou art not such A lover, my Beloved! thou canst wait Through sorrow and sickness, to bring souls to touch, And think it soon when others cry "Too late."
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XXXVI.
When we met first and loved, I did not build Upon the event with marble. Could it mean To last, a love set pendulous between Sorrow and sorrow? Nay, I rather thrilled, Distrusting every light that seemed to gild The onward path, and feared to overlean A finger even. And, though I have grown serene And strong since then, I think that God has willed A still renewable fear . . O love, O troth . . Lest these enclasped hands should never hold, This mutual kiss drop down between us both As an unowned thing, once the lips being cold. And Love be false! if he, to keep one oath, Must lose one joy by his life's star foretold.
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XXXII.
The first time that the sun rose on thine oath To love me, I looked forward to the moon To slacken all those bonds which seemed too soon And quickly tied to make a lasting troth. Quick-loving hearts, I thought, may quickly loathe; And, looking on myself, I seemed not one For such man's love!—more like an out of tune Worn viol, a good singer would be wroth To spoil his song with, and which, snatched in haste, Is laid down at the first ill-sounding note. I did not wrong myself so, but I placed A wrong on thee. For perfect strains may float 'Neath master-hands, from instruments defaced,— And great souls, at one stroke, may do and doat.
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XXXIII.
Yes, call me by my pet-name! let me hear The name I used to run at, when a child, From innocent play, and leave the cowslips piled, To glance up in some face that proved me dear With the look of its eyes. I miss the clear Fond voices, which, being drawn and reconciled Into the music of Heaven's undefiled, Call me no longer. Silence on the bier, While I call God . . call God!—So let thy mouth Be heir to those who are now exanimate: Gather the north flowers to complete the south, And catch the early love up in the late! Yes, call me by that name,—and I, in truth, With the same heart, will answer, and not wait.
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XXXIV.
With the same heart,. I said, I'll answer thee As those, when thou shalt call me by my name— Lo, the vain promise! Is the same, the same, Perplexed and ruffled by life's strategy? When called before, I told how hastily I dropped my flowers, or brake off from a game, To run and answer with the smile that came At play last moment, and went on with me Through my obedience. When I answer now, I drop a grave thought;—break from solitude:— Yet still my heart goes to thee . . . ponder how . . Not as to a single good but all my good! Lay thy hand on it, best one, and allow That no child's foot could run fast as this blood.
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XXXV.
If I leave all for thee, wilt thou exchange And be all to me? Shall I never miss Home-talk and blessing, and the common kiss That comes to each in turn, nor count it strange, When I look up, to drop on a new range Of walls and floors . . another home than this? Nay, wilt thou fill that place by me which is Filled by dead eyes, too tender to know change? That's hardest! If to conquer love, has tried, To conquer grief tries more . . . as all things prove: For grief indeed is love, and grief beside, Alas, I have grieved so I am hard to love— Yet love me—wilt thou? Open thine heart wide, And fold within, the wet wings of thy dove.
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XXXIX.
Because thou hast the power and own'st the grace To look through and behind this mask of me, (Against which, years have beat thus blenchingly With their rains!) and behold my soul's true face, The dim and weary witness of life's race:— Because thou hast the faith and love to see, Through that same soul's distracting lethargy, The patient angel waiting for his place In the new Heavens: because nor sin nor woe, Nor God's infliction, nor death's neighbourhood, Nor all, which others viewing, turn to go, . . Nor all which makes me tired of all, self-viewed, . . Nothing repels thee, . . Dearest, teach me so To pour out gratitude, as thou dost, good!
# Post v. Jones

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United States Supreme Court
60 U.S. 150
Post v. Jones

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# Post-Mediæval Preachers/Preface

The following work is of Theological, Biographical, and Bibliographical interest.
It has been written with the view of bringing a class of Preachers before the public who are scarcely known even by name to the theological student, but who are certainly remarkable for their originality, depth, and spirituality.
Among the numerous Preachers of the three centuries under review, it has been difficult to decide which to select, but those chosen are believed to be the most characteristic.
The Author returns thanks to Mr. John Mozley Stark, of Fitzwilliam-street, Strand, for his assistance in the compilation of this Work, by the loan of some costly and scarce volumes not in the Author's library.
The title-page, and the Dance of Death at the head of this page, are taken from the Sermons of Santius Porta, printed and published by J. Cleyn, Lyons, 4to. 1513.
# Post v. Supervisors Amoskeag Bank

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United States Supreme Court
105 U.S. 667
Post v. Supervisors Amoskeag Bank
ERROR to the Circuit Court of the United States for the Northern District of Illinois.
The facts are stated in the opinion of the court.
Mr. Sanford B. Perry, Mr. David T. Littler, and Mr. George S. Eldredge for the plaintiffs in error.
Mr. T. Lyle Dickey and Mr. Philip Philips for the defendants in error.
MR. JUSTICE GRAY delivered the opinion of the court.

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# Post v. Pearson./Opinion of the Court

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United States Supreme Court
108 U.S. 418
Post v. Pearson.
It is unnecessary to consider whether, if this were to be treated as a contract under seal, it could be held to be upon its face the contract of the Keets Mining Company, and not of Whitney only, or whether the oral testimony would have been admissible to charge Post; because, by the Civil Code of Dakota, 'all distinctions between sealed and unsealed instruments are abolished,' and 'any instrument within the scope of his authority, by which an agent intends to bind his principal, does bind him, if such intent is plainly inferable from the instrument itself.' Civ. Code Dak. 1877, §§ 925, 1373.
By the subject-matter of this contract, which is the delivery and milling of ore from the Keets mine; by the description of Whitney, both in the body of the contract and in the signature, as superintendent of the Keets Mining Company; and by the use of the words 'parties of the first part,' which are applicable to a company and not to a single individual,-the contract made by the hand of Whitney clearly appears upon its face to have been intended to bind, and therefore did bind, the company; and, upon proof that Post was a partner in the company, bound him. Whitney v. Wyman, 101 U.S. 392; Hitchcock v. Buchanan, 105 U.S. 416; Goodenough v. Thayer, 132 Mass. 152.
The order sustaining Post's demurrer to the original complaint gave the plaintiff leave to amend, and did not preclude the plaintiff from renewing, nor the court from entertaining, the same question of law upon a fuller development of the facts at the trial on the amended complaint. Calder v. Haynes, 7 Allen, 387.
Judgment affirmed.

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# Provençal Lovers

"Within the garden of Beaucaire"
* Edmund Clarence Stedman (1897), "Provençal Lovers" in Poems, now first collected.
* Edmund Clarence Stedman (1908), "Provençal Lovers" in The poems of Edmund Clarence Stedman.
# Proverbs (Bible)

Proverbs is a book of the Hebrew Bible. It is universally accepted across all Jewish and Christian biblical canons, though the order of placement differs.
English-language translations of Míshlê include:
* "Proverbs" in the Wycliffe version of the Bible (1380s)
* "Proverbs" in the Bishops' version (1568)
* "Proverbs" in the Douay-Rheims version (1610)
* "Prouerbs" in the King James Version (1611)
* "Proverbs" in the King James version (1769)
* "Proverbs" in the American Standard version (1901)
* "Proverbs" in the Jewish Publication Society version (1917)
* "Proverbs" in the World English version (in progress since 1997)
* "Proverbs" in the Wikisource edition (in progress since 2006)
* "Proverbs" in the Literal Standard Version of the Bible (2020)