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# Maryland, my Maryland, and other poems/La Fete Des Morts

LA FETE DES MORTS
Peace to the dead; though the skies are chill, And the Norse wind waileth coarse and shrill. Peace to the dead! though the living shake The globe, with their brawling battle-quake. Peace to the dead! though peace is not In the regal dome or the pauper cot. Peace to the dead; there’s peace, we trust, With the pale dreamers in the dust.
Roses and pansies guard them well, Tinging triumphant immortelle, Minions of Doubt, we bend the knee To the kings and queens of mystery. Storm and sunshine, mist and rain, Do ye mock at their marble doors in vain? And ye, sepulchral cliffs of night, Do ye rise to appeal their shadowed sight? O Darkness! thy mission is not just To the pale dreamers in the dust.
Peace to the dead! afar and near, In folds of satin or beggar’s bier, Whether they sleep in the kirk-yard ground, Or bleach in the gullied seas profound; Garnered by Time’s dull scimitar, Or cleft in the scarlet fields of war; Godless is he who breaketh the crust Of the Past, o’er the dreamers in the dust.
Peace to the mother, there beguiled With her frozen lily—her deathless child; Peace to the father and his mate, Peace to the lowly and the great, Peace to the maidens as they rest With the cross on the cold and waxen breast; Peace to the soldier, blossom and bud, For he fell with the sacrament of blood; Peace to the dead! there’s peace, we trust, With the pale dreamers in the dust.
Father! if peace is not with them, Where shall we seek for the subtle gem? ’Tis not of the Earth, for we lose it here, And death is the gate of the golden sphere. Father! Thy mercies cannot cease; Crush us, but give Thy sleepers peace. Smite us, Redeemer, if Thou must, But pardon the dreamers in the dust!
New Orleans, Nov. 2, 1862.
# Maryland, my Maryland, and other poems/Lost and Saved

LOST AND SAVED
When thou wert born into the world, My darling little child, A robin came a second time And piped its “wood-notes wild.” When thou wert laid away to rest, Beneath the churchyard clay, A robin came a second time To sing a mournful lay.
Did the bird come to solace me With message from the skies, When thou wert welcomed to the earth And then to Paradise? Was it thy guardian spirit, love, That met me, first and last, Across the sparkling bridge that spans The Future and the Past?
Dear robin, with the tender heart, I know how it is said Your snowy bosom once became A holy tint of red. ’Twas on the Saviour’s thorny crown You bruised your dainty breast, And unto you and Him I come For comfort and for rest.
Lord! thou hast given me a child And taken her away! Behold me prostrate in the dust, A mourner night and day. My heart is empty and my soul Rebellious in Thy sight— Grant me the boon of perfect trust, And lead me to the light.
Teach me that it was surely best My one ewe lamb should go Beyond the starry gems of night And wilderness of woe. Teach me that on some radiant shore, Beyond th’ eternal main, I shall behold her glorious eyes, And clasp her form again!
Lord! I am in the Vale of Death! No beacon burns within; Send me a vision of my child To break the spell of sin. Bid her come as a bird and say: “Mother, look up and see How I aim saved for endless joy— Sweet mother! follow me!
“Had I remained upon the earth, As you so fiercely prayed, There would have come a dismal fate To grieve your little maid. Sorrow and sickness and despair Would toss my soul about, Till I should live a life of pain And die the death of doubt.
“Christ, in His mercy and His love, Has spared your darling this, Giving instead a home divine And everlasting bliss. Lo! He has bid me fly to you, And in the twilight dim, Reveal how I was called away To lead you on to Him!
“Mother! the faith that guides to God Will bring your soul to me; There is no other certain way Your cherub child to see. Close not your ears to this appeal That calms all human strife, Making the gloomy grave itself The Golden Gate of Life!
“The love that shall not lose its own Must seek celestial fire— Must light its torch by Heavenly flame, And not the Pagan pyre. Mother! dear mother! hear your child, And let her win you where The King of Glory sits enthroned With ‘angels bright and fair.’
“And when the hour shall come for you To bid the world farewell, I shall be hovering o’er your couch To hear the dying knell; And you shall see me, robed in white, With the red-breast in my hand, Thrilling to guide you gently on To the Eternal Land!”
My child! I hear thy voice and heed— I go to God and thee! Lead thou me on to thy abode Beyond the sapphire sea! And while thy little body sleeps Among the birds and flowers, I know thy sinless spirit soars, In happier skies than ours!
# Maryland, my Maryland, and other poems/Jamais

JAMAIS
Early love is swift and golden, Fond and foolish, too, perchance, But ’tis haloed by the olden, Golden moonlight of romance. Once it’s ripe aurelia bound me, Brimful with the birds of May; By the ruins that surround me, It shall bind no more—Jamais!
Once I felt the blue above thee, Peri-peopled by thine art; But ’twas death in life to love thee, Woman of the diamond heart! Thou hast sown the sky with ashes, Made its constellations grey, While the wind-gust knells and gnashes Dirge-like to the night—“Jamais!”
I was rich in pure affection, Passions chastened and alert— But my rival had perfection In the opulence of—dirt. He but wooed thee to deceive thee, Won thee, only to betray; Shall that shadow ever leave thee? Never while I live—Jamais!
Time is just, and Fate’s surrender Comes like chrism and myrrh to me. He is quelled in coffined splendor, Hearsed in marble mimicry. I—though Arctic years have chilled me, Thrust my stature in the day; But the voice that erst has thrilled me, Thrills no more—Jamais! Jamais!
Though with purpose unbenighted, Though with intellect unshorn, Still my spirit maimed and blighted, Bleeds beyond its battle morn. Herbless deserts demon-haunted, Mark the fury of the fray, But that spirit, still undaunted, Bends to thee—Jamais! Jamais!
Woman! I shall cling beside thee As a marvel in thy way; While I scorn, I shall deride thee With this requiem of “Jamais!” Sleep—with adders on thy pillow— Wake—but spectral shapes of clay, Flocking from the cloud and billow, Goad thee with—“Jamais!” “Jamais!”
# Maryland, my Maryland, and other poems/John W. Morton

JOHN W. MORTON
Ringed with flame and sore beset, Where gunboat and rifle fire met; Where cannon blazed from water and land Upon the Donelson Southern band, A gallant lad of nineteen years, A stranger to tremor and to fears, Stood by a battery piece and shot The first shell in that crater hot.
His captain, Porter, smitten down Where all the volleyed thunders frown, Shouted, when borne in pain away: “John, don’t give up that gun, I say!” “No! not while a man is left,” replied The lad, in the flush of martial pride; And he kept his word to the utter end, While a man could live in that river bend.
“No prison for me,” grim Forrest said, And thousands followed where he led. But other thousands because They bowed to Buckner’s word and laws. Whelmed by the girdling Northern men, They marched to the captive’s dismal den, And the lad who fired the first gun past Into that solitude sad and vast.
A few months more, and the daring boy Breathed the air that the free enjoy. A few months more, and he gayly went Where dauntless Forrest pitched his tent. Saluting the hero, he quickly gave To the South’s own “bravest of the brave” A paper that said he was to be The Wizard’s Chief of Artillery.
A derisive smile swept over the face Of the stern commander, in his place. “What!” he growled, “are you to wield Command of my guns in war’s fierce field? Nonsense, boy, go grow a beard!” And this was what the stripling heard.
But presently the Wizard’s brow Grew calm. “I’ll try you, anyhow,” He said, and from that setting sun Morton and Forrest were as one.
Nigh four tremendous, bloody years, Full of combat, smiles, and tears; O’er miles of land in battles grand, Forrest and Morton went hand in hand. With sword and pistol the Wizard slew, While Morton’s guns mowed men in blue. If mortal man could ever have freed The South from the foeman’s grasp and greed, That man was Forrest, but we see It was not destined so to be.
II.
Long years have gone, the grass is spread Above the bivouacs of the dead. The mighty Wizard’s wand is still Like his heart; but from every Southern hill, And mount and stream and vale bedight, With sun and moon and star alight, He lives in glorious deeds, alway, Baffling the onset of decay.
The lad who made the cannon roar Survives on Life’s tumultuous shore. His locks are silvered, but his brain Burns with heroic throbs amain. Gentle and kind, but valiant yet, Forgiving, he cannot forget The Cause he fought for, with his mate Immortal, whatsoe’er its fate; While from his great dark eyes there gleams The orient of remembered dreams.
And now the old bard’s final rhyme Invokes a blessing of Easter time, Upon his people and home and race, Like manna-dew of heavenly grace. With higher aims, in war’s surcease, Be thou allied with the Prince of Peace, And never, henceforth, forget to be “Soldier of Him who died for thee.”
# Maryland, my Maryland, and other poems/Labor and Prayer

LABOR AND PRAYER
Despite the wisdom of the Past, From lips prophetic or divine, Men wander in this world aghast, And ask another saving sign. They seek cold Science in her cell, With front of brass and feet of clay; And this is what her sibyls tell: “The man who labors need not pray!”
Starving upon this soulless rind, The pilgrim, weary with his strife, Cries to the proud poetic mind: “Sing to us, seer, the psalm of life!” The bard, with sensual lore endowed, Unclasps his dreamy Book of Fate, And answers: “Let the famished crowd First learn to labor and to wait!”
With spirit-hunger humbler grown, The seeker lifts his saddened eyes To Him whose everlasting throne Fills all the earth and all the skies; And from that oracle of might, Healing the torment of the rod, List to the accents of delight: “The germ of action glows in God!”
The sum of all is: Seek ye first The heavenly kingdom Christ restored, Exclaiming, with supernal thirst, “The glory Thine alone, O Lord!” Then shall descend celestial rest, Unknown to children of despair, The consecration of the Blest, In labor, patience, faith and prayer!
Labor, to do the best we may, In patient kinship with our trust; Faith, to illume the coming day That wakes the tragic trance of dust; Prayer, to deserve the Guiding Hand, Without whose grasp our steps are vain— Lord! to thy other Living Land Link us with that electric chain!
# Men-at-the-Bar/Beven, Thomas

​Beven, Thomas, B.A. Queen's Coll., Oxon, a member of the South-eastern circuit, author of The Law of the Employers' Liability 1881, a student of the Inner Temple 6 Nov., 1871 (then aged 20), called to the bar 7 June, 1875 (eldest son of Thomas Beven, Esq., of London); born , 1855.
    1, Temple Garden, E.C.
# Men-at-the-Bar/Bewes, Wyndham Anstis

​Bewes, Wyndham Anstis, LL.B. (honours) London Univ. 1880, a member of Convocation, a student of Lincoln's Inn 18 May, 1877 (then aged 19), called to the bar 9 June, 1880 (eldest son of late Col. Wyndham Edmund Bewes); born 16 Aug., 1857.
    67, Ladbroke Grove, Notting Hill, W.; 1. New Square, Lincoln's Inn, W.C.
# Men-at-the-Bar/Biale, Nicholas Charles Laurence

​Biale, Nicholas Charles Laurence, practises in Indian appeals privy council, reader of Indian and Roman law at Catholic Univ. Coll., Kensington, goes the South-eastern circuit, a student of the Middle Temple 1 June 1869, called to the bar 30 April, 1872 (eldest son of Nicholas Charles Biale, Esq., of London); born , .
    8, Serjeants' Inn, E.C.
# Men-at-the-Bar/Bickers, Edward

​Bickers, Edward, deputy collector and extra assistant commissioner Lucknow, a student of the Middle Temple 16 Nov., 1867 called to the bar 28 June, 1876 (3rd son of John Bickers, of Bury St. Edmunds, late an officer in H.E.I.C.S., dec.); born .
    17, Ledbury Road, Bayswater, W.; Lucknow, India.
# Men-at-the-Bar/Beverley, James

​Beverley, James, B.A., Clare Hall, Camb., 1873, a member of the North-eastern circuit, a student of the Middle Temple 24 April, 1873, called to the bar 26 Jan., 1876 (2nd son of Christopher Beverley, of Wakefield, Yorkshire, brewer); born , .
    9, South Parade, Leeds.
# Men-at-the-Bar/Bevir, Edward James

​Bevir, Edward James, Q.C., M.A., St. Mary Hall, Oxon, 1840, a student of Lincoln's Inn 29 May, 1837 (then aged 19), called to the bar 24 Nov., 1840, Q.C. 4 May, 1877, bencher 26 April, 1881 (3rd son of George Bevir, Esq., of Cirencester); born 5 July 1817; married 1st, 2 July, 1838, Mary, 2nd dau. of late Major Thorndon, E.I.C.S.; she died , ; he mar. 2ndly, 11 Aug., 1846, Sarah, eldest dau. of Joseph Sadler, Esq., of London.
    110, Harley Street, W.
# Men-at-the-Bar/Bhandara, Nasarvanji Framji

​Bhandara, Nasarvanji Framji, matric Edinburgh Univ., practises before the High Court of Judicature Bombay, a student of the Middle Temple 8 April, 1880, called to the bar 3 May, 1882 (2nd son of Framji Bomanji Bhandara, of Bombay); born , 1858.
    Bombay.
# Men-at-the-Bar/Bhownaggree, Mancherjee Merwanjee

​Bhownaggree, Mancherjee Merwanjee, matric. Elphinstone Coll., Bombay, J.P., a student of Lincoln's Inn 24 April, 1882 (then aged 30), called to the bar 29 April, 1885 (only son of Merwanjee Nasarwanjee Bhownaggree, late of Bombay aforesaid, dec.); born , 1852.
# Men-at-the-Bar/Bibby, Richard Ambrose Pile

​Bibby, Richard Ambrose Pile, acting judge of the Assistant Court of Appeal Barbados 1877, escheator-general 1876, and solicitor-general 1876-8, justice of the peace Barbados 1875, etc., a student of the Middle Temple 19 Nov., 1870, called to the bar 7 June, 1873 (eldest son of Richard Pile Bibby, late of Bridgetown, Barbados, dec.); reported dead 1884.
# Men-at-the-Bar/Bewicke-Bewicke, Robert Calverley

​Bewicke-Bewicke, Robert Calverley, lord of the manor of Coulby, J.P., D.L. Yorks North Riding, a student of the Middle Temple 1 March, 1842, called to the bar 6 June, 1845 (2nd son of late Calverley Bewicke-Bewicke, Esq., of Close House, Northumberland, dec.); born 15 May, 1818; married 23 Feb., 1854, Mary, dau. of Rev. William Gooch, canon of York, rector of Benacre, etc., and has issue (see Foster's Baronetage, Gooch).
    Coulby Manor, Middlesborough.
# Man—Woman

* information about this edition.
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Printed in Bryant, William Cullen, ed. The family library of poetry and song: being choice selections from the best poets, English, Scottish, and American; Including translations from the German, Spanish, French, Portuguese, Persian, Latin, &c. New York: Fords, Howard and Hulbert, 1880. Page 776.
Man's home is everywhere. On ocean's flood,
Where the strong ship with storm-defying tether
 Doth link in stormy brotherhood
 Earth's utmost zones together,
Where'er the red gold glows, the spice-trees wave,
Where the rich diamond ripens, mid the flame
 Of vertic suns that ope the stranger's grave,
 He with bronzed cheek and daring step doth rove;
 He, with short pang and slight,
 Doth turn him from the checkered light
 Of the fair moon through his own forests dancing,
 Where music, joy, and love
 Were his young hours entrancing;
 And where ambition's thunder-claim
 Points out his lot,
 Or fitful wealth allures to roam,
 There doth he make his home,
 Repining not.
It is not thus with Woman. The far halls,
 Though ruinous and lone,
Where first her pleased ear drank a nursing mother's tone;
 The home with humble walls,
 Where breathed a parent's prayer around her bed;
 The valley where, with playmates true,
 She culled the strawberry, bright with dew
 The bower where Love her timid footsteps led;
 The hearthstone where her children grew;
 The damp soil where she cast
The flower-seeds of her hope, and saw them bide the blast,—  Affection with unfading tint recalls,
 Lingering round the ivied walls,
Where every rose hath in its cup a bee,
 Making fresh honey of remembered things,— Each rose without a thorn, each bee bereft of stings.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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# Manzoni—Il Conte di Carmagnola

* Italian Literature—Il Conte di Carmagnola, Alessandro Manzoni, in The Edinburgh Magazine and Literary Miscellany, February 1821.
* Scenes from Manzoni's 'Il Conte di Carmagnola', in The Court Magazine Volume IV, 1834.
# Men-at-the-Bar/Hibbert, John Tomlinson

​Hibbert, John Tomlinson, M.P., Oldham 1862-74 and since 1877, M.A., St. John's Coll., Camb., 1851, financial secretary to the treasury, 1884, under-secretary of state home department 1883-4, secretary to Local Government Board 1871-4 and 1880-3, J.P., D.L., vice-chairman of court of annual general sessions for Lancashire House of Correction, a student of Lincoln's Inn 31 May, 1845 (then aged 20), went to the Inner Temple 21 April, 1849, where he was called to the bar 4 May, 1849 (eldest son of late Elijah Hibbert, Esq., of Oldham, Lancashire); born 5 Jan., 1824; married 1st, , 1847, Eliza Anne, eldest dau. of Andrew Schofield., Esq., of Oldham; she died , ; he married 2ndly, , 1878, Charlotte Henrietta, 4th dau. of late Admiral Warde, K.H., of Squerryes Court, Westerham, Kent.
    Hampsfield, Grange-over-Sands, Lancashire; Urmston Grange, Manchester; Reform Club, S.W.; Manchester Reform Club.
# Men-at-the-Bar/Hickey, Percy Ambrose Sewell

​Hickey, Percy Ambrose Sewell, M.A., Christ Church, Oxon, 1882 from Harrow, goes the Oxford circuit, a student of the Inner Temple 2 Nov., 1877 (then aged 20), called to the bar 17 Nov., 1881 (only son of late Ambrose Hickey, of Dublin, bar.-at-law); born , 1857.
    Kinver Vicarage, Stourbridge; 3, Harcourt Buildings, Temple, E.C.
# Men-at-the-Bar/Hickie, Charles Valentine

​Hickie, Charles Valentine, B.A. London Univ. 1876, a student of the Middle Temple 25 Jan., 1877, called to the bar 17 Nov., 1881 (2nd son of William Creagh Hickie, of Kilelton, Ballylongford, co. Kerry, landed proprietor); born 14 Feb., 1856.
    Kilelton, Ballylongford, co. Kerry.
# Men-at-the-Bar/Hibbert, Henry

​Hibbert, Henry, M.A., St. John's Coll., Camb., 1867, J.P. Lancashire, a student of the Inner Temple 12 Oct., 1861 (then aged 20), called to the bar 9 June, 1865 (3rd surviving son of late Elijah Hibbert, of Oldham, co. Lancaster); born , 1841.
    Broughton Grove, Grange-over-Sands, Lancashire; New University Club.
# Men-at-the-Bar/Hichens, John Knill Jope

​Hichens, John Knill Jope, M.A., Univ. Coll., Oxon, 1862, a student of Lincoln's Inn 9 June, 1859 (then aged 22), called to the bar 17 Nov., 1862 (youngest son of William Hichens, Esq., late of Camberwell, Surrey, dec.); born , 1837.
    St. Nicholas, Bodmin.
# Men-at-the-Bar/Hickes, Charles Robert

​Hickes, Charles Robert, equity draftsman and conveyancer, undergrad. Trin. Coll., Camb., a student of the Middle Temple 27 Jan., 1849, called to the bar 17 Nov., 1852 (eldest son of Charles Hickes, of Bath, surgeon, dec.); born , .
    Albion Chambers, Bristol.
# Men-at-the-Bar/Hickin, William

​Hickin, William, J.P. co. Stafford, went the Oxford circuit, a student of the Middle Temple 1 Nov., 1844, called to the bar 16 June, 1848 (only son of Rev. William Hickin, B.A., late vicar of Ellenhall co. Stafford); born 18 June, 1825; married 24 May, 1849, Jane, youngest dau. of late Edward Whitby, Esq., of Osbaston Lodge, co. Leicester, she died 9 Feb., 1882, leaving issue.
    Audmore House, Gnosall, Stafford.
# Men-at-the-Bar/Heywood, John

​Heywood, John, M.A. St. John's Coll., Camb., goes the Northern circuit, a student of the Inner Temple 16 April, 1873 (then aged 23), called to the bar 26 Jan., 1877 (eldest son of Robert Heywood, of the Pike, Bolton, co. Lancaster, J.P.); born , 1850.
    The Pike, Bolton, Lancashire; 4, St. James' Square, Manchester.
# Men-at-the-Bar/Hibbert, John

​Hibbert, John, B.A., King's Coll., Camb., 1833, an Etonian, J.P. Berks, a student of the Inner Temple 6 Nov., 1832 (then aged 21), called to the bar 29 April, 1836 (eldest son of John Hibbert, Esq., of London); born 29 Jan., 1811; married 15 Sept., 1836, Charlotte Elizabeth, dau. of late Lt.-Genl. Charles Turner, col. 19th regt.
    Braywick Lodge, Maidenhead; Uuiversity Club, S.W.
# Men-at-the-Bar/Hibbert, Percy John

​Hibbert, Percy John, auditor to the Local Government Board since 1882, private secretary to parliamentary secretary 1880-2, M.A. St. John's Coll., Camb., a student of the Inner Temple 27 Jan., 1874 (then aged 23), called to the bar 15 May, 1878 (only son of John Tomlinson Hibbert, Esq., of Urmston Grange, Lancashire, M.P., bar.-at-law); born , 1851; married 19 Nov., 1878, Emily Augusta Diana, younger dau. of Joseph St. John Yates, of Welbank, Cheshire, judge of county courts.
    Care of Urmston Grange, Manchester.
# Men-at-the-Bar/Geale, Hamilton

​Geale, Hamilton, J.P. co. Limerick, matric. Trin. Coll., Dublin, went the Western circuit, a student of Gray's Inn 13 May, 1836, called to the bar there 17 Nov., 1841, called to the bar at King's Inns, Dublin, Easter, 1839, admitted a barrister of Lincoln's Inn ad eundem 24 Jan., 1842 (3rd son of Piers Geale, Esq., of Dublin); born , 1814; married , 1840, Elizabeth, eldest dau. of late John Lee, Esq., of Killonahan, co. Limerick, and has issue.
    Darraghmore, Kilfinane, co. Limerick; Sackville Street Club, Dublin.
# Men-at-the-Bar/Geldard, John

​Geldard, John, M.A., Trin. Coll., Camb., 1877, equity draftsman, J.P. Yorks West Riding, a student of Lincoln's Inn 11 Nov., 1871 (then aged 21), called to the bar 26 Jan., 1875 (eldest son of Christopher John Geldard, Esq., late of Settle, Yorks, dec.); born , 1850.
    Cappleside, Settle; 9, New Square, Lincoln's Inn, W.C.
# Men-at-the-Bar/Geldart, Henry Charles

​Geldart, Henry Charles, M.A., Trin. Hall, Camb., 1868, J.P. Hunts, a member of the Midland circuit, a student of the Inner Temple 7 May, 1862 (then aged 21), called to the bar 1 May, 1865 (2nd son of Rev. James William Geldart, LL.D., rector of Kirk Deighton, Yorks); born , 1840.
    Walden Ho., Huntingdon; New University Club, S.W.
# Men-at-the-Bar/Gawler, Henry

​Gawler, Henry, practises before the High Court at Adelaide, a solicitor to the land titles commissioners of South Australia, a student of the Middle Temple 8 Nov., 1849, called to the bar 17 Nov., 1852 (eldest son of G. Gawler, of Derby, "Chiliarchi"); born , ; married 25 June, 1857, Caroline Augusta, 3rd dau. of Rev. B. Philpot.
    Adelaide, South Australia.
# Men-at-the-Bar/Gayner, William Charles

​Gayner, William Charles, M.A. St. Mary Hall, Oxon, B.A. 1851, a student of the Inner Temple 26 Oct., 1868 (then aged 39), called to the bar 26 Jan., 1872 (only son of late William Gayner, Esq., of the Lea, co. Gloucester); born , 1829.
# Men-at-the-Bar/Gayer, Edmund Richard

​Gayer, Edmund Richard, M.A. (honours) Trin. Coll., Dublin, from Marlborough Coll., an examiner of High Court in Justice since 11 Feb., 1884, a student of Lincoln's Inn 4 May, 1869 (then aged 22), called to the bar 26 Jan., 1872 (3rd son of Arthur Edward Gayer, of Salerno, co. Dublin, Q.C. Ireland); born 23 March, 1847; married 7 Aug., 1873, Frances Sophia, dau. of late Rev. Thomas d'Oyly Walters.
    31, Oakley Square, Regent's Park, N.W.; 3, New Court, Carey Street, W.C.
# Men-at-the-Bar/Geary, William Nevill Montgomerie

​Geary, William Nevill Montgomerie, undergrad. Christ Church, Oxon, from Eton, J.P. Kent, a student of the Inner Temple 24 Jan., 1880 (then aged 20), called to the bar 26 Jan., 1884 (only son of Sir Francis Geary, of Oxonhoath, Kent, Bart.); born 7 April, 1859.
    Oxonhoath.
# Men-at-the-Bar/Geare, Edward Arundel

​Geare, Edward Arundel, B.A., St. John's Coll., Camb., 1865, a member of the Oxford circuit, a student of the Inner Temple 26 Jan., 1867 (then aged 22), called to the bar 17 Nov., 1869 (eldest son of Rev. Edward Geare, M.A.); born 3 Oct., 1844.
    5, New Court, Carey Street, W.C.; New University Club.