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# The Anabasis of Alexander/Book IV/Chapter XVIII

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CHAPTER XVIII.
Oxyartes Besieged in the Sogdian Rock.
Meantime Coenus returned to Alexander at Nautaca, as also did Craterus, Phrataphernes the viceroy of the Parthians, and Stasanor the viceroy of the Areians, after executing all the orders which Alexander had given them. The king then caused his army to rest around Nautaca, because it was now mid-winter; but he despatched Phrataphernes into the land of the Mardiaus and Tapurians to fetch Autophradates the viceroy, because, though he had often been sent for, he did not obey the summons. He also sent Stasanor into the land of the Drangians, and Atropates into Media, with the appointment of viceroy over the Medes, because Oxodates seemed disaffected to him. Stamenes also he despatched to Babylon, because news came to him that Mazaeus the Babylonian governor was dead. Sopolis, Epocillus, and Menidas he sent away to Macedonia, to bring him the army up from that country. At the first appearance of spring, he advanced towards the rock in Sogdiana, to which he was informed many of the Sogdianians had fled for refuge; among whom were said to be the wife and daughters of Oxyartes the Bactrian, who had deposited them for safety in that place, as if forsooth it
* ↑ The Hebrew name for Media is Madai, which means middle-land. The Greeks called the country Media, according to Polybius (v. 44), because it lies near the middle of Asia.
* ↑ Of the year 327 B.C.
* ↑ ωρα, akin to Latin cura, a poetical and Ionic word, often found in Herodotus.
* ↑ About £2,700.
* ↑ About £327. Curtius (vii. 41) says that the first prize was 10 talents, the second 9 talents, and the same proportion for the eight others, so that the tenth man who mounted received one talent. The stater of Darius, usually called a daricus, was a gold coin of Persia, See Smith's Dictionary of Antiquities.
# The "Bab" Ballads/Babette's Love

BABETTE'S LOVE.
BABETTE she was a fisher gal,
 With jupon striped and cap in crimps.
She passed her days inside the Halle,
Or collaring of little shrimps.
Yet she was sweet as flowers in May,
With no professional bouquet.
Jacot was, of the Customs bold,
An officer, at gay Boulogne,
He loved Babette—his love he told
And sighed, "Oh, soyez vous my own!"
But "Non!" said she, "Jacot, my pet,
Vous êtes trop scraggy pour Babette.
"Of one alone I nightly dream,
An able mariner is he,
And gaily serves the Gen'ral Steam-
Boat Navigation Companee.
I'll marry him, if he but will—
His name, I rather think, is Bill.
"I see him when he's not aware,
Upon our hospitable coast,
Reclining with an easy air,
Upon the port against a post,
A-thinking of, I'll dare to say,
His native Chelsea far away!
"Oh, mon!" exclaimed the Customs bold,
"Mes yeux!" he said, which means "my eye."
"Oh, chère!" he also cried, I'm told,
"Par Jove," he added, with a sigh.
"Oh, mon! oh, chère! mes yeux! par Jove!
Je n'aime pas cet enticing cove!"
The Panther's Captain stood hard by,
He was a man of morals strict,
If e'er a sailor winked his eye,
Straightway he had that sailor licked,
Mast-headed all (such was his code)
Who dashed or jiggered, blessed or blowed.
He wept to think a tar of his
Should lean so gracefully on posts,
He sighed and sobbed to think of this,
On foreign, French, and friendly coasts.
"It's human natur', p'raps—if so,
Oh, isn't human natur' low!"
He called his Bill, who pulled his curl,
He said, "My Bill, I understand
You've captivated some young gurl
On this here French and foreign land.
Her tender heart your beauties jog—
They do, you know they do, you dog.
"You have a graceful way, I learn,
Of leaning airily on posts,
By which you've been and caused to burn
A tender flame on these here coasts.
A fisher gurl, I much regret,—
Her age, sixteen—her name Babette.
"You'll marry her, you gentle tar—
Your union I myself will bless;
And when you matrimonied are,
I will appoint her stewardess."
But William hitched himself and sighed, And cleared his throat, and thus replied:—
"Not so: unless you're fond of strife,
You'd better mind your own affairs;
I have an able-bodied wife
Awaiting me at Wapping Stairs;
If all this here to her I tell,
She'll larrup me and you as well.
"Skin-deep, and valued at a pin,
Is beauty such as Venus owns—
Her beauty is beneath her skin,
And lies in layers on her bones.
The other sailors of the crew,
They always calls her "Wapping Sue!"
"Oho!" the Captain said, "I see!
And is she then so very strong?"
"She'd take your honour's scruff," said he,
"And pitch you over to Bolong!"
"I pardon you," the Captain said,
"The fair Babette you needn't wed."
Perhaps the Customs had his will, And coaxed the scornful girl to wed:
Perhaps the Captain and his Bill,
And William's little wife are dead;
Or p'raps they're all alive and well:
I cannot, cannot, cannot tell.
# The "Bab" Ballads/Baines Carew, Gentleman

BAINES CAREW, GENTLEMAN.
OF all the good attorneys who
Have placed their names upon the roll,
But few could equal Baines Carew
For tenderheartedness and soul.
Whene'er he heard a tale of woe
From client A or client B,
His grief would overcome him so
He'd scarce have strength to take his fee.
It laid him up for many days,
When duty led him to distrain,
And serving writs, although it pays,
Gave him excruciating pain.
He made out costs, distrained for rent, Foreclosed and sued, with moistened eye—
No bill of costs could represent
The value of such sympathy.   No charges can approximate
The worth of sympathy with woe;—
Although I think I ought to state
He did his best to make them so.
Of all the many clients who
Had mustered round his legal flag,
No single client of the crew
Was half so dear as Captain Bagg.
Now Captain Bagg had bowed him to
A heavy matrimonial yoke—
His wifey had of faults a few—
She never could resist a joke.
Her chaff at first he meekly bore
Till unendurable it grew.
"To stop this persecution sore
I will consult my friend Carew.
"And when Carew's advice I've got
Divorce a mensâ I shall try"
(A legal separation—not
A vinculo conjugii).   "Oh, Baines Carew, my woe I've kept
A secret, hitherto, you know;"—
(And Baines Carew, Esquire, he wept
To hear that Bagg had any woe.)
"My case, indeed, is passing sad,
My wife—whom I considered true—
With brutal conduct drives me mad."
"I am appalled," said Baines Carew.
"What! sound the matrimonial knell
Of worthy people such as these!
Why was I an attorney? Well—
Go on to the sævitia, please."
"Domestic bliss has proved my bane,
A harder case you never heard,
My wife (in other matters sane)
Pretends that I'm a Dicky bird!   "She makes me sing, 'Too whit, too wee!' And stand upon a rounded stick,
And always introduces me
To every one as 'Pretty Dick'!"   "Oh, dear," said weeping Baines Carew,
This is the direst case I know"—
I'm grieved," said Bagg, "at paining you—
To Cobb and Polterthwaite I'll go—
"To Cobb's cold calculating ear
My gruesome sorrows I'll impart"—
"No; stop," said Baines, "I'll dry my tear, And steel my sympathetic heart!"
"She makes me perch upon a tree.
Rewarding me with, 'Sweety—nice!'
And threatens to exhibit me
With four or five performing mice."
"Restrain my tears I wish I could."
(Said Baines,) "I don't know what to do"—
Said Captain Bagg, "You're very good."
"Oh, not at all," said Baines Carew.
"She makes me fire a gun," said Bagg;
"And at a preconcerted word,
Climb up a ladder with a flag,
Like any street-performing bird.
"She places sugar in my way—
In public places calls me 'Sweet!'
She gives me groundsel every day
And hard canary seed to eat."
"Oh, woe! oh, sad! oh, dire to tell!"
(Said Baines) "Be good enough to stop."
And senseless on the floor he fell
With unpremeditated flop.
Said Captain Bagg, "Well, really I
Am grieved to think it pains you so.
I thank you for your sympathy;
But, hang it—come—I say, you know!"
But Baines lay flat upon the floor,
Convulsed with sympathetic sob—
The Captain toddled off next door,
And gave the case to Mr. Cobb.
# The "American Sovereign"

Originally published in Mother Earth, Vol. VI, no. 3, May 1911. The original piece was unsigned, but was later attributed to him by Winifred Frazer in 1979, making it his first published work.
The "American Sovereign"
[By Eugene O'Neill]
(With apologies to the literary executors of O. Khayyam)
Into the polling-place, and why not knowing, Nor whence, like water, willy-nilly, flowing,  And out again, when he has made the Cross, Back to his fruitless, ill-paid labor going.
He, in his youth, did eagerly frequent Old party rallies, heard great argument,  About the Robber Tariff, and the Trusts, And came away, no wiser than he went.
With them the seed of Piffle did he sow, In hopes of some cheap job, helped make it grow,  And this is all the Working Class has reaped-- Their efforts help their leaders get the Dough.
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# The "Bab" Ballads

The "Bab" Ballads are a collection of light verse by W. S. Gilbert, illustrated with his own comic drawings. They became famous on their own, as well as being a source for plot elements, characters and songs that Gilbert would recycle in the Gilbert and Sullivan operas.
THE "BAB" BALLADS.
Much Sound and Little Sense.
BY
W. S. GILBERT.
WITH ILLUSTRATIONS BY THE AUTHOR.
LONDON:
JOHN CAMDEN HOTTEN, PICCADILLY.
1869.
JUDD AND GLASS, PRINTERS, LONDON.
PREFACE.
IT appears now-a-days to be an absolute necessity that the subject-matter of even the most insignificant books should be heralded by a Preface; and I believe that there are on record instances of authors who have experienced no difficulty whatever in spinning very slender materials into a three-volume novel, and yet have found themselves terribly perplexed when called upon by their publishers to fill two or three pages with a vindication of their motives in writing it: just as busy people find it very easy to be guilty of an impertinence, but very difficult indeed to apologise satisfactorily for it.
I have some reason to believe that the Ballads, which now appear for the first time in a collected form, have achieved a certain whimsical popularity among a special class of readers. I hope to gather, from their publication in a separate volume, whether that popularity (such as it is) is a thing to be gratified with. With respect to the Ballads themselves, I do not ​know that I have anything very deﬁnite to say about them, except that they are not, as a rule, founded upon fact.
I have ventured to publish the illustrations with them because, while they are certainly quite as bad as the Ballads, I suppose they are not much worse. If, therefore, the Ballads are worthy of publication in a collected form, the little pictures would have a right to complain if they were omitted. I do not know that they would avail themselves of that right, but I should, nevertheless, have it on my conscience that had been guilty of partiality. If, on the other hand, the Ballads should unfortunately be condemned as wholly unworthy of the dignity with which Mr. Hotten has invested them, they will have the satisfaction of feeling that they have companions in misfortune in the rather clumsy sketches that accompany them.
W. S. G.
London, 26th October, 1868.
CONTENTS.
PAGE
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# The "Bab" Ballads/At a Pantomime

AT A PANTOMIME.
BY A BILIOUS ONE.
AN Actor sits in doubtful gloom,
His stock-in-trade unfurled,
In a damp funereal dressing-room
In the Theatre Royal, World.
He comes to town at Christmas time,
And braves its icy breath,
To play in that favourite pantomime,
Harlequin Life and Death.
A hoary flowing wig his weird
Unearthly cranium caps,
He hangs a long benevolent beard
On a pair of empty chaps.
To smooth his ghastly features down
The actor's art he cribs,
A long and a flowing padded gown
Bedecks his rattling ribs.
He cries, "Go on—begin, begin,
Turn on the light of lime— I'm dressed for jolly Old Christmas, in
A favourite pantomime!"
The curtain's up—the stage all black— Time and the year nigh sped— Time as an advertising quack— The Old Year nearly dead.
The wand of Time is waved and lo,
Revealed Old Christmas stands,
And little children chuckle and crow,
And laugh and clap their hands.
The cruel old scoundrel brightens up
At the death of the Olden Year,
And he waves a gorgeous golden cup
And bids the world good cheer.
The little ones hail the festive King,
No thought can make them sad,
Their laughter comes with a sounding ring,
They clap and crow like mad!
They only see in the humbug old
A holiday every year,
And handsome gifts and joys untold
And unaccustomed cheer.
The old ones palsied, blear, and hoar,
Their breasts in anguish beat—
They've seen him seventy times before,
How well they know the cheat!
They've seen that ghastly Pantomime,
They've felt it's blighting breath,
They know that rollicking Christmas time,
Meant Cold and Want and Death.
Starvation—Poor Law Union fare— And deadly cramps and chills,
And illness—illness everywhere,
And crime and Christmas bills.
They know old Christmas well, I ween,
Those men of ripened age,
They've often, often, often seen
That Actor off the stage.
They see in his gay rotundity,
A clumsy stuffed-out dress—
They see in the cup he waves on high
A tinselled emptiness.
Those aged men so lean and wan,
They've seen it all before,
They know they'll see the charlatan
But twice or three times more.
And so they bear with dance and song, And crimson foil and green, They wearily sit, and grimly long,
For the Transformation Scene.
# Thanatopsis

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Thanatopsis, written by William Cullen Bryant at the age of 17 in 1811, and first published in 1817 by the North American Review, is considered to be a masterpiece of American poetry. The title is from the Greek thanatos ("death") and the suffix -opsis (literally, "sight"); it has often been translated as "Meditation upon Death."Warning: template has been deprecated.
* Thanatopsis, first published version, with editorial additions, in North-American Review 5 (15): 338–340 (Sep. 1817)
* Thanatopsis, revised text, published in Poems (1821)
* Thanatopsis, published in Specimens of the American Poets (1822)
* Thanatopsis, published in Poetical Works of William Cullen Bryant (1878)
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# Thar’s more in the Man than thar is in the Land

Sidney Lanier composed this poem in 1869 while he was living in Macon, Georgia. This is one his Dialect Poems, written in various dialects of the rural 19th-century South. The same man named Jones is the subject of Lanier’s poem “Jones’s Private Argyment”.
I knowed a man, which he lived in Jones, Which Jones is a county of red hills and stones, And he lived pretty much by gittin’ of loans, And his mules was nuthin’ but skin and bones, And his hogs was flat as his corn-bread pones, And he had ’bout a thousand acres o’ land.
This man—which his name it was also Jones— He swore that he’d leave them old red hills and stones, Fur he couldn’t make nuthin’ but yallerish cotton, And little o’ that, and his fences was rotten, And what little corn he had, hit was boughten And dinged ef a livin’ was in the land.
And the longer he swore the madder he got, And he riz and he walked to the stable lot, And he hollered to Tom to come thar and hitch Fur to emigrate somewhar whar land was rich, And to quit raisin’ cock-burrs, thistles and sich, And a wastin’ ther time on the cussed land.
So him and Tom they hitched up the mules, Pertestin’ that folks was mighty big fools That ’ud stay in Georgy ther lifetime out, Jest scratchin’ a livin’ when all of ’em mought Git places in Texas whar cotton would sprout By the time you could plant it in the land.
And he driv by a house whar a man named Brown Was a livin’, not fur from the edge o’ town, And he bantered Brown fur to buy his place, And said that bein’ as money was skace, And bein’ as sheriffs was hard to face, Two dollars an acre would git the land.
They closed at a dollar and fifty cents, And Jones he bought him a waggin and tents, And loaded his corn, and his wimmin, and truck, And moved to Texas, which it tuck His entire pile, with the best of luck, To git thar and git him a little land.
But Brown moved out on the old Jones’ farm, And he rolled up his breeches and bared his arm, And he picked all the rocks from off’n the groun’, And he rooted it up and he plowed it down, Then he sowed his corn and his wheat in the land.
Five years glid by, and Brown, one day (Which he’d got so fat that he wouldn’t weigh), Was a settin’ down, sorter lazily, To the bulliest dinner you ever see, When one o’ the children jumped on his knee And says, “Yan’s Jones, which you bought his land.”
And thar was Jones, standin’ out at the fence, And he hadn’t no waggin, nor mules, nor tents, Fur he had left Texas afoot and cum To Georgy to see if he couldn’t git sum Employment, and he was a lookin’ as hum- Ble as ef he had never owned any land.
But Brown he axed him in, and he sot Him down to his vittles smokin’ hot, And when he had filled hisself and the floor Brown looked at him sharp and riz and swore That, “whether men’s land was rich or poor Thar was more in the man than thar was in the land.”
# Thanking Oregon Science Teachers Association

Source: 2005 Congressional Record, Vol. 151, Page E2166
Thanking Oregon Science Teachers Association
HON. DAVID WU
OF OREGON IN THE HOUSE OF REPRESENTATIVES
Tuesday, October 25, 2005
Mr. WU. Mr. Speaker, I would like to state for the record my thanks to the Oregon Science Teachers Association for its participation in National Chemistry Week.
Just last week, the Oregon Science Teachers Association focused one of the sessions at its annual convention on National Chemistry Week. The session provided Oregon science teachers with the opportunity to learn how to incorporate National Chemistry Week into their classroom, providing them with projects and lab ideas.
I thank every Oregon science teacher for their participation. Oregon science teachers are molding the next generation of scientists.
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# Thanksgiving Day Proclamation, 1935

Traditional Thanksgiving Day Proclamation issued annually by the President of the United States.
I, Franklin D. Roosevelt, President of the United States of America, hereby designate Thursday, the twenty-eighth of November, 1935, as a Day of National Thanksgiving.
In traversing a period of national stress our country has been knit together in a closer fellowship of mutual interest and common purpose. We can well be grateful that more and more of our people understand and seek the greater good of the greater number. We can be grateful that selfish purpose of personal gain, at our neighbor's loss, less strongly asserts itself. We can be grateful that peace at home is strengthened by a growing willingness to common counsel. We can be grateful that our peace with other Nations continues through recognition of our own peaceful purpose.
But in our appreciation of the blessings that Divine Providence has bestowed upon us in America, we shall not rejoice as the Pharisee rejoiced. War and strife still live in the world. Rather, must America by example and in practice help to bind the wounds of others, strive against disorder and aggression, encourage the lessening of distrust among peoples and advance peaceful trade and friendship.
The future of many generations of mankind will be greatly guided by our acts in these present years. We hew a new trail.
Let us then on the day appointed offer our devotions and our humble thanks to Almighty God and pray that the people of America will be guided by Him in helping their fellow men.
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# Thank You EMail from Secretary Solis

Original Message-----
| From: | Secretary Hilda Solis |
| Subject: | Thank You | Sent: | Wednesday, February 25, 2009 2:18 PM |
I was moved by the extraordinary show of support from so many of you this morning. As I walked up to the Frances Perkins Building, I was overwhelmed by the energy and enthusiasm representing the entire Department of Labor Team. It was an excellent way to start a first day on the job, and I will remember your good wishes for a very long time. Thank you for that.
There is so much for us to do. The challenges facing workers in our country are enormous. But our capacity to make real and lasting change is even bigger. American workers aren’t just counting on me. They are counting on every single one of you, too.
With your help, we will be able to fulfill the commitment I made to President Obama: to be a voice for America’s working families. That voice can be louder, stronger, and have more impact if we work together.
Early in my career, I had the honor to be a federal civil servant. I know that public service is a high calling, and that there is no better way to make a difference. In the coming days, I very much hope to meet many of you here in Washington and across the country. But in the meantime, I want to hear from you. So if you have ideas or suggestions, please email me.
Now, let’s get to work . . .
Hilda Solis U.S. Secretary of Labor
# Thanksgiving (Coates, "Now gracious plenty rules the board")

"Now gracious plenty rules the board"
* Coates, Florence Earle (1905), "Thanksgiving" in Scribner's Magazine (November 1905).
* Coates, Florence Earle (1909), "Thanksgiving" in Lyrics of Life (1909).
* Coates, Florence Earle (1916), "Thanksgiving" in Poems II.

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# Stilz v. United States

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United States Supreme Court
269 U.S. 144
Stilz v. United States
Argued: Oct. 13 and 14, 1925. --- Decided: Nov 16, 1925
Mr. Harry B. Stilz, pro se.
Mr. John W. Loveland, Sp. Asst. Atty. Gen., for the United States.
Mr. Justice BUTLER delivered the opinion of the court.

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# Stimpson v. West Chester Railroad Company (45 U.S. 380)

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45 U.S. 380
Stimpson v. West Chester Railroad Company

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# Stimpson v. West Chester Railroad Company (44 U.S. 553)

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44 U.S. 553
Stimpson v. West Chester Railroad Company
A SUGGESTION was made, in this case, of diminution in the record, and a motion for a certiorari to bring up the charge which the court delivered to the jury on the trial of the cause in the Circuit Court of the United States for the Eastern District of Pennsylvania.
Mr. Chief Justice TANEY delivered the following opinion of the court.

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# Stimpson v. Baltimore and Susquehanna Railroad Company

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51 U.S. 329
Stimpson v. Baltimore and Susquehanna Railroad Company

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