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# Poems on Various Subjects (Coleridge)/Epistle 4, to the Author of Poems published in Bristol

EPISTLE IV.
TO THE
AUTHOR OF POEMS
PUBLISHED ANONYMOUSLY
AT BRISTOL,
IN SEPTEMBER, 1795.
UNBOASTFUL Bard! whose verse concise yet clear Tunes to smooth melody unconquer'd sense May your fame fadeless live, as "never-sere" The Ivy wreathes yon Oak, whose broad defence Embow'rs me from Noon's sultry influence!
For, like that nameless Riv'let stealing by, Your modest verse to musing Quiet dear Is rich with tints heaven-borrow'd: the charm'd eye Shall gaze undazzled there, and love the soften'd sky.
Circling the base of the Poetic mount A stream there is, which rolls in lazy flow It's coal-black waters from Oblivion's fount: The vapor-poison'd Birds, that fly too low, Fall with dead swoop, and to the bottom go. Escap'd that heavy stream on pinion fleet Beneath the Mountain's lofty-frowning brow, Ere aught of perilous ascent you meet, A mead of mildest charm delays th' unlabring feet.
Not there the cloud-climb'd rock, sublime and vast, That like some giant king, o'er glooms the hill;
Nor there the Pine-grove to the midnight blast Makes solemn music! But th' unceasing rill To the soft Wren or Lark's descending trill Murmurs sweet undersong mid jasmin bowers. In this same pleasant meadow, at your will, I ween, you wander'd—there collecting flow'rs Of sober tint, and herbs of med'cinable powers!
There for the monarch-murder'd Soldier's tomb You wove th' unfinish'd wreath of saddest hues; And to that holier chaplet added bloom Besprinkling it with Jordan's cleansing dews. But lo yourHenderson awakes the Muse——
His Spirit beckon'd from the mountain's height! You left the plain and soar'd 'mid richer views! So Nature mourn'd, when sunk the First Day's light, With stars, unseen before, spangling her robe of night!
Still soar my Friend those richer views among, Strong, rapid, fervent, flashing Fancy's beam! Virtue and Truth shall love your gentler song; But Poesy demands th' impasion'd theme: Wak'd by Heaven's silent dews at Eve's mild gleam What balmy sweets Pomona breathes around! But if the vext air rush a stormy stream Or Autumn's shrill gust moan in plaintive sound With fruits and flowers she loads the tempest-honor'd ground.
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* ↑ War, a Fragment.
* ↑ John the Baptist, a Poem.
* ↑ Monody on John Henderson.
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# Poems on Various Subjects (Coleridge)/Epistle 5, from a Young Lady

Sometimes referred to as The Silver Thimble
EPISTLE V.
THE PRODUCTION OF
A YOUNG LADY,
ADDRESSED TO THE
AUTHOR OF THE POEMS
ALLUDED TO
IN THE PRECEEDING EPISTLE.
She had lost her Silver Thimble, and her complaint
being accidentally overheard by him, her Friend,
he immediately sent her four others to take her
choice of.
AS oft mine eye with careless glance
Has gallop 'd thro' some old romance,
Of speaking Birds and Steeds with wings, Giants and Dwarfs, and Fiends and Kings; Beyond the rest with more attentive care I've lov'd to read of elfin-favor'd Fair—— How if she long'd for aught beneath the sky And suffer'd to escape one votive sigh, Wafted along on viewless pinions aery It lay'd itself obsequious at her Feet: Such things, I thought, one might not hope to meet Save in the dear delicious land of Faery! But now (by proof I know it well) There's still some peril in free wishing——— Politeness is a licenc'd spell And you, dear Sir! the Arch-magician.
You much perplex'd me by the various set: They were indeed an elegant quartette!
My mind went to and fro, and waver'd long; At length I've chosen (Samuel thinks me wrong) That, around whose azure rim Silver figures seem to swim, Like fleece-white clouds, that on the skiey Blue, Wak'd by no breeze, the self-same shapes retain; Or ocean Nymphs with limbs of snowy hue Slow-floating o'er the calm cerulean plain.
Just such a one, mon cher ami (The finger shield of industry) Th' inventive Gods, I deem, to Pallas gave What time the vain Arachne, madly brave, Challeng'd the blue-eyed Virgin of the sky A duel in embroider'd work to try. And hence the thimbled Finger of grave Pallas To th' erring Needle's point was more than callous.
But ah the poor Arachne! She unarm'd Blund'ring thro' hasty eagerness, alarm'd With all a Rival's hopes, a Mortal's fears, Still miss'd the stitch, and stain'd the web with tears. Unnumber'd punctures small yet sore Full fretfully the maiden bore, Till she her lily finger found Crimson'd with many a tiny wound; And to her eyes, suffus'd with watry woe, Her flower-embroider'd web danc'd dim, I wist, Like blossom'd shrubs in a quick-moving mist: Till vanquish'd the despairing Maid sunk low.
O Bard! whom sure no common Muse inspires, I heard your Verse that glows with vestal fires! And I from unwatch'd needle's erring point Had surely suffer'd on each finger joint
Those wounds, which erst did poor Arachne meet; While he, the much-lov'd Object of my Choice, (My bosom thrilling with enthusiast heat) Pour'd on mine ear with deep impressive voice, How the great Prophet of the Desart stood And preach'd of Penitence by Jordan's Flood; On War; or else the legendary lays In simplest measures hymn'd to Alla's praise; Or what the Bard from his heart's inmost stores O'er his Friend's grave in loftier numbers pours: Yes, Bard Polite! you but obeyed the laws Of Justice, when the thimble you had sent; What wounds, your thought-bewildering Muse might cause 'Tis well, your finger-shielding gifts prevent.
SARA.
# Poems on Various Subjects (Coleridge)/Epistle 3, written after a Walk

EPISTLE III.
WRITTEN AFTER
A WALK BEFORE SUPPER.
THO' much averse, dear Jack, to flicker, To find a likeness for friend V—ker, I've made thro' Earth, and Air, and Sea, A Voyage of Discovery! And let me add (to ward off strife) For V—ker and for V—ker's Wife— She large and round beyond belief, A superfluity of Beef! Her mind and body of a piece, And both compos'd of kitchen-grease.
In short, Dame Truth might safely dub her Vulgarity enshrin'd in blubber! He, meagre Bit of Littleness, All snuff, and musk, and politesse; So thin, that strip him of his cloathing, He'd totter on the edge of Nothing! In case of foe, he well might hide Snug in the collops of her side.
Ah then what simile will suit? Spindle leg in great jack-boot? Pismire crawling in a rut? Or a spigot in a butt? Thus I humm'd and ha'd awhile, When Madam Memory with a smile Thus twitch'd my ear—"Why sure, I ween, In London streets thou oft hast seen
The very image of this Pair: A little Ape with huge She Bear Link'd by hapless chain together: An unlick'd mass the one—the other An antic small with nimble crupper——" But stop, my Muse! for here comes Supper.
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# Poems on Various Subjects (Coleridge)/Errata

ERRATA.
Page 22.For froths read froth, and omit the comma at waves.
Page 24.For obedience read obeisance.
Page 74.For Like snowdrop opening to the solar ray read As night-clos'd Flowret to the orient ray.
Page 124.For Antic huge read antic small.
Page 126.Divide the third from the second Stanza.
Page 127.For the semicolon after at your will; put a comma.
Page 128.For Frst read First.
Ditto.For tempest honor'd read tempest-honor'd.
# Poems on Various Subjects (Coleridge)/Lines on a Friend

LINES
ON
A FRIEND
WHO DIED OF A FRENZY FEVER
INDUCED BY
CALUMNIOUS REPORTS.
EDMUND! thy grave with aking eye I scan, And inly groan for Heaven's poor outcast, Man! 'Tis tempest all or gloom: in early youth If gifted with the Ithuriel lance of Truth
He force to start amid her feign'd caress Vice, siren-hag! in native ugliness, A Brother's fate will haply rouse the tear, And on he goes in heaviness and fear! But if his fond heart call to Pleasure's bower Some pigmy Folly in a careless hour, The faithless guest shall stamp th' inchanted ground And mingled forms of Mis'ry rise around: Heart-fretting Fear, with pallid look aghast, That courts the future woe to hide the past; Remorse, the poison'd arrow in his side; And loud lewd Mirth, to Anguish close allied: Till Frenzy, fierce-ey'd child of moping pain, Darts her hot lightning flash athwart the brain.
Rest, injur'd shade! Shall Slander squatting near Spit her cold venom in a dead Man's ear?
'Twas thine to feel the sympathetic glow In Merit's joy, and Poverty's meek woe; Thine all, that cheer the moment as it flies, The zoneless Cares, and smiling Courtesies, Nurs'd in thy heart the firmer Virtues grew, And in thy heart they wither'd! Such chill dew Wan Indolence on each young blossom shed; And Vanity her filmy net-work spread, With eye that roll'd around in asking gaze, And tongue that traffick'd in the trade of praise. Thy follies such! the hard world mark'd them well— Were they more wise, the Proud who never fell? Rest, injur'd shade! the poor man's prayer of praise On heaven-ward wing thy wounded soul shall raise.
As oft at twilight gloom thy grave I pass, And fit me down upon its' recent grass,
With introverted eye I contemplate Similitude of soul, perhaps of—Fate! To me hath Heaven with bounteous hand assign'd Energic Reason and a shaping mind, The daring ken of Truth, the Patriot's part, And Pity's sigh, that breathes the gentle heart— Sloth-jaundic'd all! and from my graspless hand Drop Friendship's precious pearls, like hour glass sand. I weep, yet stoop not! the faint anguish flows, A dreamy pang in Morning's fev'rish doze.
Is this pil'd Earth our Being's passless mound? Tell me, cold grave! is Death with poppies crown'd? Tir'd Centinel! mid fitful starts I nod, And fain would sleep, though pillow'd on a clod!
# Poems on Various Subjects (Coleridge)/Lines on the Man of Ross

LINES
WRITTEN
AT THE KING'S ARMS, ROSS,
FORMERLY THE HOUSE OF THE
"MAN OF ROSS."
RICHER than Miser o'er his countless hoards, Nobler than Kings, or king-polluted Lords, Here dwelt the Man of Ross! O Trav'ller, hear! Departed Merit claims a reverent tear. Beneath this roof if thy cheer'd moments pass, Fill to the good man's name one grateful glass:
To higher zest shall Mem'ry wake thy soul, And Virtue mingle in th' ennobled bowl. But if, like me, thro' life's distressful scene Lonely and sad thy pilgrimage hath been; And if, thy breast with heart-sick anguish fraught, Thou journeyest onward tempest-tost in thought; Here cheat thy cares! in generous visions melt, And dream of Goodness, thou hast never felt!
# Prussia's Proclamation to Bohemia in 1866

Proclamation issued by the Prussian High Command on 8 July 1866, the day of their entry into Prague during the Seven Weeks’ War against Austria.
English-language translations of Prussia's Proclamation to Bohemia in 1866 include:
* "Another German “Scrap of Paper”: Prussia’s Proclamation to Bohemia in 1866" in The New Europe, 2 (15) (25th January, 1917)
* "Another German “scrap of paper”: Prussia’s Proclamation to Bohemia in 1866" in The Bohemian Review, 1 (2) (March, 1917)
# Prussian v. United States

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United States Supreme Court
282 U.S. 675
Prussian v. United States
Argued: Jan. 6, 7, 1931. --- Decided: Feb 24, 1931
Messrs. Harold L. Turk and Walter B. Milkman, both f B rooklyn, N. Y., for petitioner.
Mr. Charles Peck Sisson, Asst. Atty. Gen., for the United States.
Mr. Justice STONE delivered the opinion of the Court.

## Notes

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# Punch/Volume 147/Issue 3809/The Jesting of Jane

THE JESTING OF JANE.
I like a good practical joke; as the garland adorning The hair of a maiden it shines, as the balm that is shed On the brain of a wandering minstrel; it comes without warning, Transmuting to gold an existence that once was as lead. It glads, it rejoices the soul; recollecting it after One well-nigh explodes; but I say there are seasons for laughter, And, like other great men, I am not at my best in the morning When just out of bed.
So it was that last week, when the pitiless glare of Apollo Was toasting the lawn till it looked like a segment of mat, When I came to my breakfast at length from a lingering wallow In a bath that professed to be cold—as I moodily sat And observed how the heat on the pavements was momently doubling, And hated the coffee for looking so brown and so bubbling, And hated my paper, which seemed to expect me to follow
A prize-fight (my hat!)—
When I heard a great noise as though heaven was breaking asunder, And "Thanks be to glory," said I, "for this merciful dole; The rain! the beneficent rain! Will it lighten, I wonder? I need not pack up, after all, for my cruise to the Pole;" And my spirits revived and my appetite seemed to awaken, And I said so to Jane as she brought in the kidneys and bacon; I was vexed when she answered me pertly, "Why, that isn't thunder; We're taking in coal!"
I say there are limits. The girl may be decent and sunny, Industrious, sober and what not; I don't care a bit; But she hasn't a right on a day such as that to be funny, With the glass at 120, confound her, the chit! I refuse to submit to the whimsical wheeze of a servant Just because Araminta's away and the weather is fervent, So I said to her, "Wench, do you fancy you're taking my money For work or for wit?
"What are parlourmaids coming to now with their insolent banter? Command those uproarious ruffians to hop it, to trek, And fetch me a siphon or two and the whisky decanter; Your notions of humour have left me exhausted and weak; Take the breakfast away; disappointment has vanquished my hunger, And afterwards go out at once to the nearest fishmonger And order two cart-loads of icebergs. Obey me instanter, Or leave in a week."
Evoe.
# Punch/Volume 147/Issue 3809/Politics at the Zoo

POLITICS AT THE ZOO.
Lord Robert Cecil's comparison of the occupants of the Treasury Bench to the monkeys at the Zoo has caused considerable excitement in Regent's Park, and one of Mr. Punch's representatives, assisted by an interpreter, has taken the opportunity to sound some of the principal inmates on the subject.
In the Simian section a certain amount of regret was expressed that Lord Robert had not been more explicit in his comparison. Did he refer to chimpaniees, baboons, gorillas or other species? But when all allowance was made for this lack of precision the general impression was one of satisfaction that a leading politician should have frankly admitted that monkeys possessed qualities which entitled their human possessors to high office and handsome salaries. It was felt that this admission marked a great advance on all previous concessions to the claims of the Simian community, and pointed irresistibly to the ultimate grant—already long overdue—of Monkey Franchise throughout the Empire. Baboons, it was well known, were already employed as railway porters in Cape Colony, and chimpanzees had of late years appeared with great success at some of the leading music-halls. In view of these facts the further delay of the suffrage could no longer be justified. At present we were confronted with the gross anomaly that a tailor, who was admitted to be only the ninth part of a man, was given a vote, while the monkey, man's ancestor, was denied even the fraction which was all that a tailor deserved.
These views however were not shared by other genera domiciled at the Zoological Gardens. One of the oldest lions observed in a strepitous bass that it was a great relief to him that his race had not been degraded by any such comparisons. He had some respect for hunters, but as for politicians he would not be seen dead with them at a pig fair. Asked whether he had read Mr. Ramsay MacDonald's account of his lion-hunting exploits in The Daily Chronicle, he professed ignorance and even indifference. Speaking as an aristocrat he thought that a Labour leader was not worthy to twist his tail. As for the conduct of Mr Bernard Shaw in bringing lions on the stage, he thought it little short of an outrage for an anaemic vegetarian to take liberties with the king of the carnivora.
Considerable resentment was shown in the Ursine encampment at Mr. Lloyd George's somewhat disparaging reference to the bear's hug. (It will be remembered that he compared with it the attitude of the Tories in respect of the Finance Bill.) The Chancellor of the Exchequer evidently regarded it as an insincere caress, whereas it was a perfectly honest expression of hostility. This attack was all the more unjust and undeserved since the bear was a most hardworking and underpaid member of the community. When a politician reached the top of the poll he got £400 a year. When a bear did the same he only got a penny bun.
A conversation with a leading representative of the colony of Penguins revealed the interesting fact that they were incapable of appreciating our Parliamentary procedure owing to their hereditary inability to sit down.
# Punch/Volume 147/Issue 3809/The New Professional Humility

THE NEW PROFESSIONAL HUMILITY.
["I have always held a decided opinion that the less people trouble themselves about literature the better for them."—M. Pierre Loti (vide "Daily Chronicle.")]
Sir Thomas Lipton. How can a tea-drinking people hope to lift the Cup? Tannin is a poison fatal to the true sportsman.
The Chancellor of the Exchequer. The interest taken in politics diverts attention from everything that really matters.
The Poet Laureate. Poetry is not only a drug on the market, it is a drug that narcotises and debilitates all true manhood.
Mr. Eustace H. Miles. Vegetarianism is fit only for pigs. The noble king of the forest is a meat-eater.
Lord Roberts. The military bias is the only obstacle to peace.
Mme. Clara Butt. The human voice was given us for fish-hawking and encouraging football-players, not for singing.
Sir H. Beerbohm Tree. I cannot think why anyone goes to the theatre. It bores me horribly.
Mr. H. G. Wells. The past alone possesses interest for intelligent men.
Mr. G. K. Chesterton. Orthodoxy, it has been said, is my doxy; heterodoxy is other people's doxy; but paradoxy is the devil's doxy.
Sir E. Elgar. Music? How can any serious man fiddle while Rome is burning?
Sir E. J. Poynter. The Royal Academy is crushing the life out of English Art. The country's only hope is in Cubism.
Signor Marinetti. Your Royal Academy is the true Temple of Art. I never cross its threshold without first removing my sandals.
# Presidential Succession Act 1886

Chap. 4.—An act to provide for the performance of the duties of the office of President in case of the removal, death, resignation, or inability both of the President and Vice-President.
Be it enacted by the Senate and House of Representatives of the United States of America in Congress assembled, That President and Vice-President. Provision for Acting President should vacanccy occur in both offices.in case of removal, death, resignation, or inability of both the President and Vice-President of the United States, the Secretary of State, or if there be none, or in case of his removal, death, resignation, or inability, then the Secretary of the Treasury, or if there be none, or in case of his removal, death, resignation, or inability, then the Secretary of War, or if there be none, or in case of his removal, death, resignation, or inability, then the Attorney-General, or if there be none, or in case of his removal, death, resignation, or inability, then the Postmaster-General, or if there be none, or in case of his removal, death, resignation, or inability, then the Secretary of the Navy, or if there be none, or in case of his removal, death, resignation, or inability, then the Secretary of the Interior, shall act as President until the disability of the President or Vice-President is removed or a President shall be elected: Provided, Proviso. That whenever the powers and duties of the office of President of the United States shall devolve upon any of the persons named herein, if Congress be not then in session, or if it would not meet in accordance with law within twenty days thereafter, it shall be the duty of the person upon whom said powers and duties shall devolve to issue a proclamation convening
​Congress in extraordinary session, giving twenty days’ notice of the time of meeting.
Eligibility.
Sec. 2. That the preceding section shall only be held to describe and apply to such officers as shall have been appointed by the advice and consent of the Senate to the offices therein named, and such as are eligible to the office of President under the Constitution, and not under impeachment by the House of Representatives of the United States at the time the powers and duties of the office shall devolve upon them respectively.
R. S. secs. 146, 147, 148, 149, and 150, pp. 23, 24, repealed.
Sec. 3. That sections one hundred and forty-six, one hundred and forty-seven, one hundred and forty-eight, one hundred and forty-nine, and one hundred and fifty of the Revised Statutes are hereby repealed.
Approved, January 19, 1886.
(For the sections repealed by section 3 see the Presidential Succession Act 1792.)
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# Punch/Volume 147/Issue 3816/The Call of England

THE CALL OF ENGLAND.
[Every lover of England is bound to give what he can spare—and something more—for the help of those who may suffer distress through the War. Gifts to the National Relief Fund should be addressed to H.R.H. The Prince of Wales, at Buckingham Palace.]
Come, all ye who love her well, Ye whose hopes are one with hers, One with hers the hearts that swell When the pulse of memory stirs; She from whom your life ye take Claims you; how can you forget? Come, your honour stands at stake! Pay your debt!
By her sons that hold the deep, Nerves at strain and sinews tense, Sleepless-eyed that ye may sleep Girdled in a fast defence;— By her sons that face the fire Where the battle-lines are set— Give your country her desire! Pay your debt!'
He that, leaving child and wife In our keeping, unafraid, Goes to dare the deadly strife, Shall he see his trust betrayed? Shall he come again and find Hollow cheeks and eyelids wet? Guard them as your kith and kind! Pay your debt!
Sirs, we should be shamed indeed If the bitter cry for bread, Children's cries in cruel need, Rose and fell uncomforted! Ah, but since the patriot glow Burns in English bosoms yet, Twice and thrice ye will, I know, Pay your debt!
O. S.
# Punch/Volume 147/Issue 3816/The Coming of the Cossacks

THE COMING OF THE COSSACKS.
Wilhelm II. "WHAT IS THIS DISTANT RUMBLING THAT I HEAR? DOUBTLESS THE PLAUDITS OF MY PEOPLE!"