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# The Ascent of Man/Poem 10

THE SOWER.
The winds had hushed at last as by command; The quiet sky above, With its grey clouds spread o'er the fallow land, Sat brooding like a dove
There was no motion in the air, no sound Within the tree-tops stirred, Save when some last leaf, fluttering to the ground, Dropped like a wounded bird:
Or when the swart rooks in a gathering crowd With clamorous noises wheeled, Hovering awhile, then swooped with wranglings loud Down on the stubbly field.
For now the big-thewed horses, toiling slow In straining couples yoked, Patiently dragged the ploughshare to and fro Till their wet haunches smoked.
Till the stiff acre, broken into clods. Bruised by the harrow's tooth, Lay lightly shaken, with its humid sods Ranged into furrows smooth.
There looming lone, from rise to set of sun, Without or pause or speed, Solemnly striding by the furrows dun, The sower sows the seed.
The sower sows the seed, which mouldering, Deep coffined in the earth, Is buried now, but with the future spring Will quicken into birth.
Oh, poles of birth and death! Controlling Powers Of human toil and need! On this fair earth all men are surely sowers, Surely all life is seed!
All life is seed, dropped in Time's yawning furrow, Which with slow sprout and shoot, In the revolving world's unfathomed morrow, Will blossom and bear fruit.
# The Ascent of Man/Poem 13

THE SLEEPING BEAUTY.
There was intoxication in the air; The wind, keen blowing from across the seas, O'er leagues of new-ploughed land and heathery leas, Smelt of wild gorse whose gold flamed everywhere. An undertone of song pulsed far and near, The soaring larks filled heaven with ecstasies, And, like a living clock among the trees, The shouting cuckoo struck the time of year.
For now the Sun had found the earth once more, And woke the Sleeping Beauty with a kiss; Who thrilled with light of love in every pore, Opened her flower-blue eyes, and looked in his. Then all things felt life fluttering at their core— The world shook mystical in lambent bliss.
# The Ascent of Man/Poem 17

A HIGHLAND VILLAGE.
Clear shining after the rain, The sun bursts the clouds asunder, And the hollow-rumbling thunder Groans like a loaded wain As, deep in the Grampians yonder, He grumbles now and again.
Whenever the breezes shiver The leaves where the rain-drops quiver, Each bough and bush and brier Breaks into living fire, Till every tree is bright With blossom bursts of light.
From golden roof and spout Brown waters gurgle and splutter, And rush down the flooded gutter Where the village children shout, As barefoot they splash in and out The water with tireless patter.
The bald little Highland street Is all alive and a-glitter; The air blows keen and sweet From the field where the swallows twitter; Old wives on the doorsteps meet, At the corner the young maids titter.
And the reapers hasten again, Ere quite the daylight wane To shake out the barley sheaves; While through the twinkling leaves The harvest moon upheaves Clear shining after the rain.
# The Ascent of Man/Poem 14

APPLE-BLOSSOM.
Blossom of the apple trees! Mossy trunks all gnarled and hoary, Grey boughs tipped with rose-veined glory, Clustered petals soft as fleece Garlanding old apple trees!
How you gleam at break of day! When the coy sun, glancing rarely, Pouts and sparkles in the pearly Pendulous dewdrops, twinkling gay On each dancing leaf and spray.
Through your latticed boughs on high, Framed in rosy wreaths, one catches Brief kaleidoscopic snatches
Of deep lapis-lazuli In the April-coloured sky.
When the sundown's dying brand Leaves your beauty to the tender Magic spells of moonlight splendour, Glimmering clouds of bloom you stand, Turning earth to fairyland.
Cease, wild winds, O, cease to blow! Apple-blossom, fluttering, flying, Palely on the green turf lying, Vanishing like winter snow; Swift as joy to come and go.
# The Ascent of Man/Poem 18

ON A FORSAKEN LARK'S NEST.
Lo, where left 'mid the sheaves, cut down by the iron-fanged reaper,
Eating its way as it clangs fast through the wavering wheat,
Lies the nest of a lark, whose little brown eggs could not keep her
As she, affrighted and scared, fled from the harvester's feet.   Ah, what a heartful of song that now will never awaken,
Closely packed in the shell, awaited love's fostering,
That should have quickened to life what, now a-cold and forsaken,
Never, enamoured of light, will meet the dawn on the wing.
Ah, what pæans of joy, what raptures no mortal can measure, Sweet as honey that's sealed in the cells of the honey-comb, Would have ascended on high in jets of mellifluous pleasure. Would have dropped from the clouds to nest in its gold-curtained home.
Poor, pathetic brown eggs! Oh, pulses that never will quicken! Music mute in the shell that hath been turned to a tomb! Many a sweet human singer, chilled and adversity-stricken, Withers benumbed in a world his joy might have helped to illume.
# The Ascent of Man/Poem 11

A SPRING SONG.
Dark sod pierced by flames of flowers, Dead wood freshly quickening, Bright skies dusked with sudden showers, Lit by rainbows on the wing.
Cuckoo calls and young lambs' bleating Nimble airs which coyly bring Little gusts of tender greeting From shy nooks where violets cling.
Half-fledged buds and birds and vernal Fields of grass dew-glistening; Evanescent life's eternal Resurrection, bridal Spring!
# Taylor v. Taylor (49 U.S. 183)

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United States Supreme Court
49 U.S. 183
Taylor v. Taylor

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# Taylor v. Taylor

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# Taylor v. United States (207 U.S. 120)

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United States Supreme Court
207 U.S. 120
Taylor v. United States
Argued: October 24, 25, 1907. --- Decided: November 18, 1907
Messrs. Lucius H. Beers and William G. Choate for petitioner in No. 238.
Assistant Attorney General Cooley for the United States.
Assistant Attorney General Cooley and Attorney General Bonaparte for plaintiff in error in No. 404.
[Argument of Counsel from page 121 intentionally omitted]
Messrs. Harrington Putnam and Rouse, Grant, & Grant for defendant in error.
[Argument of Counsel from page 122 intentionally omitted]
Mr. Justice Holmes delivered the opinion of the court:

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# Taylor v. United States

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* Taylor v. United States (44 U.S. 197), ( 11 L.Ed. 559 ), ( 3 How. 197 )
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# Taylor v. Taylor (232 U.S. 363)

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232 U.S. 363
Taylor v. Taylor (232 U.S. 363)
Argued: January 30, 1914. --- Decided: February 24, 1914
Messrs. Frederic D. McKenney, John Spalding Flannery, and William Hitz for plaintiff in error.
[Argument of Counsel from page 364 intentionally omitted]
No brief was filed for defendant in error.
Mr. Justice McKenna delivered the opinion of the court:

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# The Atlantic Monthly/Volume 18/Number 107/Lake Champlain

Featured in Volume 18, Number 107 of The Atlantic Monthly. (September 1866)
LAKE CHAMPLAIN.
Not thoughtless let us enter thy domain; Well did the tribes of yore, Who sought the ocean from the distant plain, Call thee their country's door.
And as the portals of a saintly pile The wanderer's steps delay, And, while he musing roams the lofty aisle, Care's phantoms melt away
In the vast realm where tender memories brood O'er sacred haunts of time, That woo his spirit to a nobler mood And more benignant clime,—
So in the fane of thy majestic hills We meekly stand elate; The baffled heart a tranquil rapture fills Beside thy crystal gate:
For here the incense of the cloistered pines, Stained windows of the sky, The frescoed clouds and mountains' purple shrines, Proclaim God's temple nigh.
Through wild ravines thy wayward currents glide, Round bosky islands play; Here tufted headlands meet the lucent tide, There gleams the spacious bay;
Untracked for ages, save when crouching flew, Through forest-hung defiles, The dusky savage in his frail canoe, To seek the thousand isles,
Or rally to the fragrant cedar's shade The settler's crafty foe, With toilsome march and midnight ambuscade To lay his dwelling low.
Along the far horizon's opal wall The dark blue summits rise, And o'er them rifts of misty sunshine fall, Or golden vapor lies.
And over all tradition's gracious spell A fond allurement weaves; ​Her low refrain the moaning tempest swells, And thrills the whispering leaves.
To win this virgin land,—a kingly quest,— Chivalric deeds were wrought; Long by thy marge and on thy placid breast The Gaul and Saxon fought.
What cheers of triumph in thy echoes sleep! What brave blood dyed thy wave! A grass-grown rampart crowns each rugged steep, Each isle a hero's grave.
And gallant squadrons manned for border fray, That rival standards bore, Sprung from thy woods and on thy bosom lay,— Stern warders of the shore.
How changed since he whose name thy waters bear, The silent hills between, Led by his swarthy guides to conflict there, Entranced beheld the scene!
Fleets swiftly ply where lagged the lone batteau, And quarries trench the gorge; Where waned the council-fire, now steadfast glow The pharos and the forge.
On Adirondack's lake-encircled crest Old war-paths mark the soil, Where idly bivouacks the summer guest, And peaceful miners toil.
Where lurked the wigwam, cultured households throng; Where rung the panther's yell Is heard the low of kine, a blithesome song, Or chime of village bell.
And when, to subjugate the peopled land, Invaders crossed the sea, Rushed from thy meadow-slopes a stalwart band, To battle for the free.
Nor failed the pristine valor of the race To guard the nation's life; Thy hardy sons met treason face to face, The foremost in the strife.
When locusts bloom and wild-rose scents the air, When moonbeams fleck the stream, And June's long twilights crimson shadows wear, Here linger, gaze, and dream!
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# The Atlantic Monthly/Volume 18/Number 107/On Translating the Divina Commedia

Featured in Volume 18, Number 107 of The Atlantic Monthly. (September 1866)
ON TRANSLATING THE DIVINA COMMEDIA.
THIRD SONNET.
I lift mine eyes, and all the windows blaze With forms of Saints and holy men who died, Here martyred and hereafter glorified; And the great Rose upon its leaves displays Christ's Triumph, and the angelic roundelays, With splendor upon splendor multiplied; And Beatrice, again at Dante's side, No more rebukes, but smiles her words of praise. And then the organ sounds, and unseen choirs Sing the old Latin hymns of peace and love And benedictions of the Holy Ghost; And the melodious bells among the spires O'er all the house-tops and through heaven above Proclaim the elevation of the Host!
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# The Atlantic Monthly/Volume 18/Number 107/The Bobolinks

Featured in Volume 18, Number 107 of The Atlantic Monthly. (September 1866)
THE BOBOLINKS.
When Nature had made all her birds, And had no cares to think on, She gave a rippling laugh—and out There flew a Bobolinkon.
She laughed again,—out flew a mate. A breeze of Eden bore them Across the fields of Paradise, The sunrise reddening o'er them.
Incarnate sport and holiday, They flew and sang forever; Their souls through June were all in tune, Their wings were weary never.
The blithest song of breezy farms, Quaintest of field-note flavors, Exhaustless fount of trembling trills And demisemiquavers.
Their tribe, still drunk with air and light And perfume of the meadow, Go reeling up and down the sky, In sunshine and in shadow.
One springs from out the dew-wet grass, Another follows after; The morn is thrilling with their songs And peals of fairy laughter.
From out the marshes and the brook, They set the tall reeds swinging, And meet and frolic in the air, Half prattling and half singing.
When morning winds sweep meadow lands In green and russet billows, And toss the lonely elm-tree's boughs, And silver all the willows,
I see you buffeting the breeze, Or with its motion swaying, Your notes half drowned against the wind, Or down the current playing.
When far away o'er grassy flats, Where the thick wood commences, The white-sleeved mowers look like specks Beyond the zigzag fences, ​And noon is hot, and barn-roofs gleam White in the pale-blue distance, I hear the saucy minstrels still In chattering persistence.
When Eve her domes of opal fire Piles round the blue horizon, Or thunder rolls from hill to hill A Kyrie Eleison,—
Still, merriest of the merry birds, Your sparkle is unfading,— Pied harlequins of June, no end Of song and masquerading.
What cadences of bubbling mirth Too quick for bar or rhythm! What ecstasies, too full to keep Coherent measure with them!
O could I share, without champagne Or muscadel, your frolic, The glad delirium of your joy, Your fun un-apostolic,
Your drunken jargon through the fields, Your bobolinkish gabble, Your fine anacreontic glee, Your tipsy reveller's babble!
Nay,—let me not profane such joy With similes of folly,— No wine of earth could waken songs So delicately jolly!
O boundless self-contentment, voiced In flying air-born bubbles! O joy that mocks our sad unrest, And drowns our earth-born troubles!
Hope springs with you: I dread no more Despondency and dullness; For Good Supreme can never fail That gives such perfect fullness.
The Life that floods the happy fields With song and light and color Will shape our lives to richer states, And heap our measures fuller.
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# The Atlantic Monthly/Volume 1/Number 4/The Relief of Lucknow

Although not credited, the poem is by Robert Traill Spence Lowell
THE RELIEF OF LUCKNOW.
# The Bird Book/Jacanas

JACANAS. Family JACANHXE
288. MEXICAN JACANA. Jacana spinosa.
Range. Tropical America, north in summer to the lower Rio Grande Valley in Texas, and casually to Florida.
Mexican Jacana.
Yellowish olive.
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r^P^i^,^ This interesting species has most of its
structural characters similar to the Plovers, but has more the appearance and habits of the Rails. They are about eight inches long, the head and neck are black, the body chestnut, and the wings largely greenish yellow. They have long legs, long toes and extremely long toe nails, a scaly leaf on the forehead, and a sharp spur on the shoulder of the wing. Owing to their long toes and nails, they are enabled to walk over floating weeds and rubbish that would sink beneath their weight, otherwise. They build their nests on these little floating islands in the marsh; they are also sometimes made of weeds and trash on floating lily pads. They lay from three to five eggs of a yellowish olive color, curiously scrawled with brown and black. Size 1.22 x .95. Data. Tampico, Mexico, June 3, 1900. Three eggs. Nest of weeds and drift on lily leaf floating in fresh water pond near town.
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# The Bird Book/Honey Creepers

HONEY CREEPERS. Family COEREBIDvE
f)35. BAHAMA HONEY CREEPER Ccereba bahamensis
Range. Bahamas, casually to southern Florida and the Keys. This peculiar curved-billed species is dark brown above, with the underparts, superciliary line and spot at base of primaries, whitish; the rump and a breast patch .are yellow. They nest at low elevations in bushes or trees usually in tangled thickets, making a large dome-shaped nest of grasses, leaves and fibres and, during May or June, lay from three to five pale creamy white eggs, speckled sparingly all,, over the surface and more abundantly at the large end with reddish
# The Bird Book/Kingfishers

KINGFISHERS
KINGFISHERS. Family ALCEDINID^E
390. BELTED KINGFISHER. Ceryle alcyon.
Range. Whole of North America, breeding from southern United States, northward and wintering from the southern parts of its breeding range, southward.
This well known bird is abundant in all localities near water, where its rattling notes are among the most familiar of sounds. Their food is almost entirely of small fish, which they catch by plunging upon from their perch on an old dead limb overhanging the water, or by hovering in the air like an Os- / prey. Their nests / are located at the [ : end of burrows in > 1 sand banks or the banks of creeks and rivers. These tunnels, which are dug by the birds, generally commence two or three feet from the top of the bank and extend back from six to eight feet, either in a straight line or curved; the end is enlarged to form a suitable nesting place, in which from five to eight eggs are laid. They are glossy and pure white in color. Size 1.35 x 1.05. Data. Lake Quinsigamond, Massachusetts, June 6, 1900. 7 eggs at the end of a 6 foot tunnel in a sand bank. Bird removed by hand from the nest. Collector, C. E. Howe.
White
Belted Kingfisher
[390.1.] RINGED KINGFISHER. Ceryle torquata.
Range. Mexico, north casually to the Lower Rio Grande Valley in Texas.
This handsome species is much larger than the Belted Kingfisher and the underparts are nearly all bright chestnut, except the white throat. They nest in river banks the same as the common American species, and the eggs are white, but larger. Size 1.45 x 1.10.
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WOODPECKERS
391. TEXAS KINGFISHER.
Ceryle americana septentrionalis
Range. Southern Texas, south through Mexcio.
This variety is much smaller than the Belted, length 8 inches, and is a lustrous greenish above, variously speckled with white, and is white below, spotted with greenish. It is a common and resident species in southern Texas, where it lays its eggs in holes in the banks along streams. The eggs are white and glossy, and measure .95 x .70.
# The Bird Book/Man-o'-War Birds

MAN-O'-WAR BIRDS. Family FREGATID^E
128. MAN-O'-WAR BIRD. Fregata aqtiila.
Range. Tropical seas, north regularly in America to the South Atlantic and Gulf coasts, casually farther.
Man-o'-war Birds or "Frigates," as they are often called, are remarkable birds in many respects. In comparison with their weight they have the largest expanse of wing of any known bird. Weighing only about four pounds they have an extent of from seven to eight feet, their wings being extremely long and pointed. The length of the bird is about 40 inches, of which the tail comprises about 18 in., 10 inches of this being forked. They have a large bright orange gular sac, a long,
White
hooked bill, and small slightly webbed feet. Their
powers of flight combine the strength of the
Albatrosses and the grace of the Terns. They
are very poor swimmers and do not dive, so are
forced to procure their food by preying upon the
Gulls and Cormorants, forcing them to drop their
fish, which the pirates catch before it reaches the
water. They also feed upon flying fish, catching
them in the air, whither they have been driven by
their enemies in their natural element. They nest in large colonies on some of
the Bahama Islands and on some of the small Florida Keys. Their nests are
small frail platforms of sticks and twigs and the single egg is laid in March
and April. It is white and has a smooth surface. Size 2.80 x 1.90. Data. Key
Verde, Bahamas, March 6, 1889. Single egg. Nest a frail affair of sticks on a
cactus. Collector, D. P. Ingraham.
Man-O'-War Bird
# The Bar-tender's Guide/Brandy and Ginger Ale

Brandy and Ginger Ale.
(Use large soda-water glass.)
* Take 1 wine-glass of brandy.
* Take 2 or 3 small lumps of ice.
Fill up the glass with Irish ginger ale.
# The Bar-tender's Guide/Brandy Straight

Brandy Straight.
(Use small bar-glass.)
Tn serving this drink you simply put a piece of ice in a tumbler, and hand it to your customer, with the bottle of brandy, and a separate glass of ice water.
Whiskey Straight and Gin Straight are served in the same manner.
# The Bar-tender's Guide/Brandy Smash

Brandy Smash.
(Use small bar-glass.)
* Take 1 tea-spoonful of white sugar.
* Take 2 table-spoonfuls of waiter.
* Take 3 or 4 sprigs of tender mint.
* Take 1 wine-glass full of brandy.
Press the mint in the sugar and water to extract the flavor, add the brandy, and fill the glass two-thirds full of shaved ice. Stir thoroughly, and ornament with a half a slice of orange, and a few fresh sprigs of mint. Serve with a straw.
# The Bar-tender's Guide/Brandy and Rum Punch

Brandy and Rum Punch.
(Use large bar-glass.)
* Take 1 table-spoonful of powdered white sugar, dissolved in a little water.
* Take 1 wine-glass of Santa Cruz rum.
* Take ½ wine-glass of brandy.
* Take Juice of half a small lemon.
* Take 1 slice of orange (cut in quarters).
* Take 1 piece of pineapple.
Fill the tumbler with shaved ice, shake well, and dress the top with sliced lime and berries in season. Serve with a straw.
# The Bar-tender's Guide/Brandy Scaffa

Brandy Scaffa.
(Use small wine-glass.)
* Take ½ fine old brandy.
* Take ½ Maraschino.
* Take 2 dashes of Angostura bitters.
# The Bar-tender's Guide/Brandy Shrub

Brandy Shrub.
(To make three quarts.)
* Take 2 quarts of brandy.
* Take 1 quart of Sherry.
* Take 2 pounds of loaf-sugar dissolved in sufficient water.
* Take 5 lemons.
Peel the rinds of two of the lemons, add the juice of all five, and mix with the brandy. Cover it close for three days; then add the Sherry and sugar, strain through a jelly-bag and bottle.
# The Bar-tender's Guide/Brandy Sling

Brandy Sling.
(Use small bar-glass.)
* Take 1 small tea-spoonful of powdered white sugar.
* Take 1 wine-glass of water.
* Take 1 small lump of ice.
* Take 1 wine-glass of brandy.
Dissolve the sugar in the water, add the brandy, and ice, stir well with a spoon. Grate a little nutmeg on top, and serve.