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# Littell's Living Age/Volume 135/Issue 1741/"Sie haben heut' Abend Gesellschaft"

* "SIE HABEN HEUT' ABEND GESELLSCHAFT"
* They have company coming this evening,
* And the house is ablaze with light;
* Up yonder a figure in shadow
* Sweeps past by the windows bright.
* Thou seest me not, - in the darkness
* I stand here, under thy room, -
* Still less canst thou see the darkness
* Is shrouding my heart in gloom.
* My dark heart loves thee, adores thee,
* It loves, and it breaks for thee, -
* Breaks, quivers, wells out its dear life-blood, -
* But all this thou dost not see!
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# Littell's Living Age/Volume 135/Issue 1742/A Mother's Thoughts by her Child

* A MOTHER'S THOUGHTS BY HER CHILD.
* O God of boundless purity,
* How strange that thou should'st give to me
* This young and tender heart,
* To train to walk in thine own ways,
* That he may end his mortal days
* In glory where thou art!
* Alas! how slow, how helpless too
* Am I, this sacred work to do!
* My utmost strength must fail.
* Yet, Holy Spirit, if thy power
* Be given to me from hour to hour
* I surely shall prevail.
* O Gracious Influence, to his heart
* Give will to choose the "better part,"
* Which none can take away.
* By him, O helping God, be found;
* To him in gifts of love abound;
* Be with him every day.
* And, God of grace, his mother bless
* With prayer, and faith, and watchfulness,
* Now that she has a child.
* Let not her weak indulgence spoil,
* Nor yet her stern, harsh manner foil,
* This heart, so soft and mild.
* Help her in every act and word
* To follow close her lowly Lord;
* Be this her only pride —
* That she may holy influence shed
* Around this dear immortal's head,
* And keep him on thy side.
* Then, when the last great trump shall soundd,
* And all before their Judge be found
* To hear their sentence pass'd,
* May he in glory then appear,
* Receive thy prize, thy "Well done" hear —
* A conqueror at last.
* Yes, may this soul, of rarer worth
* To me than all the souls of earth,
* But wear thy diadem;
* Then, through eternity I'll raise
* A mother's song of unmixed praise,
* To Thee, redeeming Lamb.
* Sunday Magazine.M. E. P.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 135/Issue 1742/Loch Carron, Western Highlands

* LOCH CARRON, WESTERN HIGHLANDS.
* A black and glassy float, opaque and still,
* The loch, at farthest ebb supine in sleep,
* Reversing, mirrored in its luminous deep,
* The quiet skies; the solemn spurs of hill,
* Brown heather, yellow corn, gray wisps of haze;
* The white low cots, black-windowed, plumed with smoke;
* The trees beyond. And when the ripple awoke,
* They wavered with the jarred and wavering glaze.
* The air was dim and dreamy. Evermore
* A sound of hidden waters whispered near.
* A straggler crow cawed high and thin. A bird
* Chirped from the birch-leaves. Round the shingled shore,
* Yellow with weed, came wandering, vague and clear,
* Mysterious vowels and gutturals, idly heard.
* Cornhill.
# Men-at-the-Bar/Coulson, Henry John Wastell

​Coulson, Henry John Wastell, B.A., Exeter Coll., Oxon, 1871, a member of the North-eastern circuit, joint author cf The Law of Waters, a student of the Inner Temple 19 Jan., 1872 (then aged 23), called to the bar 10 May, 1876 (only son of Gustavus Hamilton Coulson, late capt. R.N., of Newborough, Northumberland); born , 1848; married , 1875, Caroline Stewart, dau. of late Henry Unwin, Esq., B.C.S.
    Newborough Hall, Hexham, Northumberland; Lythe Court, Tiverton, Devon; 1, Brick Court, Temple, E.C.
# Men-at-the-Bar/Courroux, John

​Courroux, John, principal clerk in office of customs since 1883, private secretary to chairman of Board of Customs (Sir Charles du Cane) 1882-3, associate King's Coll., London, 1872, a student of the Inner Temple 16 April, 1875 (then aged 42), called to the bar 3 May, 1882 (eldest son of Alfred Felix Courroux, Esq., first clerk of Board of Green Cloth St. James' Palace); born , 1833.
# Men-at-the-Bar/Courtenay, John Irving

​Courtenay, John Irving, M.A. Trin. Coll., Oxon, a member of the Oxford circuit, a student of Lincoln's Inn 8 Nov., 1858 (then aged 21), called to the bar 6 June, 1861 (only son of Edward Henry Courtenay, Esq., of Dublin); born , 1837.
    1, Essex Court, Temple, E.C.
# Men-at-the-Bar/Coulthart, John Ross

​Coulthart, John Ross, F.R.S., J.P. Lancashire, J.P., D.L. co. Kirkcudbright, sometime capt. 23rd Lancashire rifle volunteers, a student of Lincoln's Inn 8 Nov., 1858 (then aged 51), called to the bar 17 Nov., 1862 (only son of William Coulthart, Esq., late cf Coulthart, co. Wigtown, and Collyer, co. Dumfries, dec.); born 24 June, 1807.
    Croft House, Ashton-under-Lyne; Greenland Park, Castle Douglas, N.B.
# Men-at-the-Bar/Courtenay, Henry Reginald

​Courtenay, Henry Reginald, Local Government Board inspector since 1874, sub-inspector 1871-4, sub-poor law inspector 1869-71, undergrad. New Inn Hall, Oxon, major 1st royal Devon yeomanry cavalry since 1882, a student of the Inner Temple 9 Nov., 1861 (then aged 25), called to the bar 17 Nov., 1864 (eldest son of Rev. and Hon. Henry Hugh Courtenay, of Mamhead, Devon); born 20 Jan., 1836; married 12 June, 1862, Lady Evelyn Pepys, youngest dau. of Charles Christopher, 1st earl of Cottenham, and has issue (see Foster's Peerage).
    Edgerton House, Exeter; Carlton and Windham Clubs.
# Men-at-the-Bar/Court, William Roylance

​Court, William Roylance, lieut. Earl of Chester's yeomanry cavalry, lord of the manors of Newton, Sutton, and Occlestone, a student of the Inner Temple 2 May, 1874 (then aged 24), called to the bar 18 Nov., 1878 (eldest son of late William Roylance Court, Esq., J.P., of Manor House, Cheshire); born 28 July, 1852; married 17 June, 1883, Mary Carlaw, eldest dau. of Sir Andrew Barclay Walker, of Gatacre Grange, co. Lanc.
    Manor House, near Middlewich.
# Men-at-the-Bar/Couch, Right Hon. Sir Richard

​Couch, Right Hon. Sir Richard, P.C. 1875, member of judicial committee of Privy Council since 1881, recorder of Bedford 1858-62, puisne judge Bombay 1862-6, chief justice there 1866-70 and at Calcutta 1870-5, knighted 13 June, 1866, joint editor of 21st edn. of (Christian and Chitty's) Blackstone's Commentaries, a student of the Middle Temple, 10 Jan., 1838, called to the bar 15 Jan., 1841, bencher 17 May, 1881 (only son of Richard Couch, of Bermondsey, Surrey, gentleman, dec.); born 17 May, 1817; married 1 Feb., 1845, Anne, eldest dau. of Richard Thomas Beck, Esq., of Combs, Suffolk, and has issue.
    25, Linden Gardens, W.; Athenæum Club.
# Men-at-the-Bar/Court, (Hon.) Henry

​Court, (Hon.) Henry, second puisne judge of supreme civil and criminal court of the island of Trinidad since 1870, a member of the Legislative Council 1866, a graduate of the Law Univ. Paris, a student of the Middle Temple 23 Jan., 1841, called to the bar 26 Jan., 1844 (3rd son of Anthony T. Court, M.D., of Trinidad); born , .
    Trinidad.
# Men-at-the-Bar/Court, Charles Theophilus

​Court, Charles Theophilus, practises before the supreme court of Trinidad, a student of the Middle Temple 10 Nov., 1838, called to the bar 27 Jan., 1843 (2nd son of Anthony Francis Court, of Trinidad, M.D.); born , .
    Trinidad.
# Men-at-the-Bar/Counsel, Lawrance

​Counsel, Lawrance, a student of Gray's Inn 25 April, 1850, called to the bar 6 June, 1861 (2nd son of Loughlin Counsel, Esq., of Southampton); born , .
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 136/Issue 1756/Song of Arran

* A SONG OF ARRAN.
* O for the Arran breezes!
* O for the sunny glow!
* O for the glens and mountains!
* Of just ten years ago.
* I see it all in fancy,
* As I lie with half-shut eyes,
* And fairer still in dreamland,
* When slumber o’er me lies.
* Where are the happy voices
* That gladden'd all the day,
* And rose in songs at evening
* From boats across the bay?
* Where is the fading splendor,
* That linger'd, like a smile,
* Upon the peaks of Goatfell,
* And on the Holy Isle?
* Not in my heart is envy
* That youth returns once more
* In other forms and voices
* Than those I loved of yore;
* Yet all my heart is craving
* For pleasures that are fled,
* For voices of the distant,
* And voices of the dead.
* The mist comes down on Arran,
* Rich in its purple dies;
* I see that mist no longer,
* A mist is o'er my eyes.
* O for the Arran breezes!
* O for the sunny glow!
* O for the loves and friendships!
* Of just ten years ago.
* Good Words.D. Brown.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 136/Issue 1756/A Poet’s Proem

* A POET'S POEM.
* If on the great world's wide and shifting sand
* I scrawl my meagre alphabet of song,
* What profit have I, think you? Not for long,
* The pride of its enduring. Time's rough hand
* Sweeps all of shadowy fabric from the strand.
* So children work upon the tideless shore,
* So poets build their pomp. The fresh tides roar,
* And desolate the glory each had planned.
* Then whereof comes requital? Here and there
* Our life's horizon clouds with new regrets;
* Our palaces dissolve in thinnest air,
* Shiver to dust our loftiest minarets.
* Yet, childlike, work we ever on the shore, —
* Reap joy in building, and expect no more!
* Spectator.W. W..
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 136/Issue 1756/Whittier

* WHITTIER.
* When twilight falls upon our laboring town,
* And grateful bells of evening echo far;
* When shadows lengthen and grow deeper brown,
* And heaven uncurtaineth her earliest star
* While night delays, and sunset's tempered glow
* Warms the still landscape with its level ray,
* Till the soft light seems ling'ring, loth to go
* From that calm Indian summer of the day:
* Kindling the edge of some Hesperian sky,
* The sweet dawn breaks as our late sun descends,
* And, marked alone by the All-Seeing Eye,
* Morning with eve in solemn beauty blends:
* Thus, time-touched bard, shall sunset prove to thee
* The unfading morn of immortality.
* Charles Noble Gregory.
* Dec. 17, 1877
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 136/Issue 1756/A Picture

* A PICTURE.
* One picture fair within my heart I carry,
* Unshadowed by the weary weight of years;
* And often, as amid strange scenes I tarry,
* A vision of my early youth appears.
* The houses clustered on the water’s border,
* Clear imaged in the softly flowing stream;
* The trees beyond it, set in gracious order,
* The bridge, the road — delicious is the dream!
* Each nook recalls fond thoughts, and memories soften
* My heart to those that still by them abide;
* I think of those that wandered with me often —
* Of those who now in earth lie side by side.
* Long years have rolled, and other children gladly
* Rove in the woods and by the waterside;
* And some who walked with me may eye them sadly,
* And think of other days, whose light has died.
* And yet it lives, and sheds a wondrous sweetness
* Around the ways, else darkly shaded all;
* Making the heart, preparèd in all meetness,
* Like "darkened chamber," when the bright rays fall:
* A home of beauty, where the past is cherished,
* Each common thing made radiant in the light;
* No gleam of love or beauty that has perished,
* But here, relimned, is clear to inward sight.
* Good Words.W. P. Blackmore.
# Matteo Bandello: Twelve Stories

Novellieri Italiani
MATTEO BANDELLO
TWELVE STORIES SELECTED AND DONE INTO ENGLISH WITH A MEMOIR OF THE AUTHOR BY
PERCY PINKERTON
LONDON JOHN C. NIMMO 14, KING WILLIAM STREET, STRAND MDCCCXCV
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# Matter and Memory

MATTER AND MEMORY
By
HENRI BERGSON
MEMBER OF THE INSTITUTE PROFESSOR AT THE COLLÈGE DE FRANCE
Authorised Translation by NANCY MARGARET PAUL and W. SCOTT PALMER
LONDON SWAN SONNENSCHEIN & CO., LIM New York: MACMILLAN AND CO. 1911
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# Mandragora/Remorse

             REMORSE
I WROTE my remorse on a forest-leaf
 That the wind might bear it to you;
But the wind cared nothing for my grief
And over your roof it flew.
I wrote my remorse on a leaf for you;
 But you never knew.
I wrote my remorse on the glimmering sand
Where your tired feet might stray;
But the sea rose up and covered the land
And carried my words away.
I wrote my remorse on the sand for you;
 But you never knew.
I wrote my remorse on the breast
Of the Sphinx with the woman's eyes;
And your name remained — but the rest, the rest
Turned sorcery and lies!
I wrote on the Sphinx's breast for you;
 But you never knew.
And now, when you weep o'er the spot
Where, earth in earth, I rot.
Do you read, as the rank-grown grass you pull,
What remorse has a grinning skull?
And do you laugh too and let all go?
 I shall never know!
# Mandragora/Renewal

          RENEWAL
OVER the heavy hills, over the drowning seas,  The shadows ride;
And the bowed necks of the gods,
Drooping like willow-trees,
 Sink side by side.
While over their heads the shadows go,
 Drifting, whirling across the sky,
And voices that are not voices flow,
Flow and mingle and lose themselves
 In a cry that is no cry.
It must have been in a broken dream
 Somewhere else than under our heaven,
That I saw the yellow cowslips gleam
 And marigolds to the meadows given.
For while such murder as this is done
 And shadows like this ride on the night,
How can the feet of the spring be light?
How can the sap through the branches run?
The natural look of human faces
 Is altered. Delicate thoughts are fled.
Torn and gashed in blood-strewn places,  More than the heart can count lie dead.
Bow low your heads, ye gods!
 While the troops of the murdered
Rush by you, rush by you on terrible wings.
Bow low your heads, ye gods!
It is not you who will bring us better things.
We have no hope left, save in her,
 The ancient mother of men, And the old ineffable stir
 Of life breaking forth again!
 Moss upon ruins,  Grass upon graves,
 And the fragile leaves of hope
 In the cracks of broken hearts.
For the faint wind-flowers will quiver yet,
 And beneath impenetrable trees,
Will bloom as of old the violet,
 In the ashes of these insanities.
# Mandragora/Spring

Published in Mandragora (1917)
PAIN and spilt blood and an appalling cry
Turn the earth's air to poison and make bitter
The bread we eat and lay across our sleep
A quivering shadow like a gash that bleeds.
We laugh and are ashamed as those who mock
An open grave.
And yet the wet stalks of the hyacinths
Must soon, amid green spears, bear purple flowers!
And yet, from rain-soaked earth and crumpled leaves,
The yellow primrose, with a sweet swift pang.
Must send Spring's perilous breath, sharp-shuddering
With faint and delicate treachery, thro' our veins!
Shall we henceforth before these hushed wood-things
Stand dazed and shamed? Or shall we in strange mood
Laugh weeping laughter, as those laugh who hear
Infants make holiday upon a grave?
Softly with pungent scent of fields fresh-ploughed
The small soft misty rain through dripping boughs
Washes the crumbling roots of fallen trees;
Red-Campion droops his petals to the earth;
While, wild and clear, from liquid rain-sweet throat.
As though no graves covered the green earth's face,
Bursts, as of old, the blackbird's shameless song.
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# Mandragora/Reaction

OH heart, sink into yourself and rally
 The old fierce strength of your lonely mood —
Tho' the train goes whistling thro' the valley,
 And the moths go fluttering thro' the wood.   The cold dew rises from field and river,  The night-wind wanders from hill to hill,
The tall June grasses sigh and quiver,  Oh heart, sink into yourself, be still!
Have done with love and its shilly-shally!
 Have done with love and its poison-smart!
Oh heart, sink into yourself and rally
 The old fierce strength of your lonely mood —
Let the train go whistling thro' the valley
 And the moths go fluttering thro' the wood.
Return to your solitude, oh heart!
# Mandragora/Reversion

Published in Mandragora (1917)
          REVERSION
SOMETHING has kept us apart
And has flowed between us twain —
Yet my heart has always been to your heart
As the earth to the healing rain —
But a shadow of sorrow has wounded your breast
And a far-off fragrance has troubled my rest
And we have been kept apart.
But now all will be well!
The immortal gods have spoken!
Fate moves at last with the long-drawn swell
Of the sea; and the charm is broken.
Out of the magical night, Full of shadows and whispering streams;
Out of the hollow, holy night
Where fade all passing dreams,
We meet and all is well.
And the eyelids of sorrow, the lips of delight
Are bathed in lethe-drenched moonlight,
In oblivious, infinite moonlight,
In the deep mandragora of the night;
And we meet — and all is well.
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# Mandragora/Silence

MY dear, that crying in the heart,
 When the summer's done,
Hide it away, hide it apart,  That none can hear it, none!
If the wind and the owl and the cold raindrops
 Heard that crying that never stops,
The crying of the daughters of men,
 They too would be silent — and what then?
All would be silent then again!
 Silent the bird of woe —
Silent the wind — silent the strain
 Of the rain-drops dropping slow.
All would be silent and with one sigh
 A silent world would float on the sky.
Worlds such as these, made of silent tears,
 They call the music of the spheres!
# Mandragora/Supreme Unction

          SUPREME UNCTION
OUT of the eternal night,
Rumours and murmurs infinite,
Come to me where here I sit,
Watching in silence where dead love lies,
Pouring balm upon his closed eyes,
Anointing him with memories.
They are deep, the reservoirs of the night!
They are deep, the wells of the infinite!
And who can say but love may stir
While I pour balm, while I pour myrrh;
And rise like a flame and wander free
Over the land, over the sea, And in the end come back to me?
# Mandragora/The Appeal

Published in Mandragora (1917)
THE APPEAL
* OH that at this last hour
* The word might be given me
* To tell you the power — the power
* That you have over me!
* Oh that I could enfold
* Dyed in purple and blue,
* Writ in gold upon gold,
* The feeling I have for you!
* What can I give to you
* To take on your cruel way,
* That will cry at your heart all night
* And cry at your heart all day!
* What can I find for you
* To place close to your breast —
* Something fatal and true.
* Something to trouble your rest?
* O, wraith of the rain and the mist,
* How can I live without you?
* You float on a sea of amethyst
* And the moon is silver about you!
* You float and drift on a shadowy tide,
* And the feathered reeds bend low.
* And the moonlit pastures yearn to your side,
* And the forests beckon you.
* Each night, each night ere my eyelids fall
* I shall feel you calling to me,
* With a low persistent plaintive call.
* Like a sea-bird lost on the sea!
* And I shall answer and you will hear,
* And above the wind and rain
* The people a strange sobbing will hear;
* We shall be together again.
* Oh that at this last hour
* The word might be given me
* To tell you the power — the power
* That you have over me!
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# Mandragora/Requiem

Published in Mandragora (1917)
WHERE, oh where, should love be laid?
Where the sigh of the heather-bell,
 To the wandering wind can tell,
 Tell too heavily, tell too well.
How human hearts are made!
Lift him gently from where he lies
 So pale now!
With frozen kisses upon his eyes.
 And faded petals upon his brow.
Carry him gently far away,
And bury him out of the sight of day,
 Where neither sun nor rain
 Can trouble him again.
We have killed him and love grown cold
Is better buried under the mould.
Where, oh where, should love be laid.
 Where the lost soul of the sea
 Moans and weeps perpetually.
Where the cold night cries in vain
For what cannot come again.
Where, oh where, should love be laid?
 Where the sigh of the sea-shell.
 To the sobbing wind can tell.
Tell too heavily, tell too well.
 How cruel-faithless, how cruel-light.
 While love lies dying in the night,
Human hearts are made.
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# McCarthy v. Arndstein (262 U.S. 355)

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United States Supreme Court
262 U.S. 355
McCarthy v. Arndstein
Argued: April 11, 1923. --- Decided: May 21, 1923
Messrs. Saul S. Myers and Walter H. Pollak, both of New York City, for appellant.
Mr. Wm. J. Fallon, of White Plains, N. Y., for appellee.
Mr. Justice SANFORD delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# McCarthy v. Arndstein

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* McCarthy v. Arndstein (262 U.S. 355)
* McCarthy v. Arndstein (266 U.S. 34)
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# McCarthy v. Arndstein (266 U.S. 34)

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United States Supreme Court
266 U.S. 34
McCarthy v. Arndstein (266 U.S. 34)
Argued: Nov. 27, 1923. --- Decided: Oct 20, 1924
Mr. Selden Bacon, of New York City, for National Surety Co.
[Argument of Counsel from pages 35-37 intentionally omitted]
Messrs. Solicitor General Beck, of Washington, D. C., and Saul S. Myers and Walter H. Pollak, both of New York City, for appellant.
Mr. Lindley M. Garrison, of New York City, for American Surety Co. and others.
Mr. Wm. J. Fallon, of White Plains, N. Y., for appellee.
Mr. W. Randolph Montgomery, of New York City, for National Ass'n of Credit Men.
Mr. Justice BRANDEIS delivered the opinion of the Court.

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