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# The Biographical Dictionary of America/Amat, Thaddeus

​AMAT, Thaddeus, R. C. bishop, was born in Barcelona, Spain, Dec. 31, 1811. He pursued his education in the Barcelona diocesan seminary. He entered a Lazarist community as a novice Dec. 30, 1831, and in 1834 took the vows of the order. In 1835 the revolution drove him, with many others, from Spain, and he took refuge in Paris, where he completed his studies, and was ordained in 1838. He was sent to America in the same year, and stationed at the church of the Assumption in New Orleans. In 1841 he was appointed master of novices at Cape Girardeau, Mo., and in 1842 superior of the seminary of the Lazarists at St. Louis, Mo. In 1847 Father Amat was appointed rector of the seminary of St. Charles Borromeo, Philadelphia, and for four years he directed and developed this important institution. He attended the first plenary council of Baltimore, as theologian, and was there nominated to fill the vacancy in the see of Monterey. He was consecrated second bishop of Monterey by Cardinal Fransoni in the chapel of Urban college at Rome, March 12, 1854. From this time until his death he labored zealously for the interests of his see and the promotion of religion, building churches and founding educational and charitable institutions. He assisted at the second plenary council of Baltimore, and at the first provincial council of San Francisco, and attended the council of the Vatican. He built the cathedral at Los Angeles, and the Holy See named him as Bishop of Los Angeles in 1859. He died there May 12, 1878.
# The Bondman (Caine)/Proem

Proem
There is a beautiful Northern legend of a man who loved a good fairy, and wooed her and won her for his wife, and then found that she was no more than a woman after all. Grown weary, he turned his back upon her and wandered away over the mountains; and there, on the other side of a ravine from where he was, he saw, as he thought, another fairy, who was lovely to look upon, and played sweet music and sang a sweet song. Then his heart was filled with joy and bitterness, and he cried, "Oh, that the gods had given me this one to wife, and not the other?" At that, with mighty effort and in great peril, he crossed the ravine and made towards the fairy, and she fled from him, but he ran and followed her and overtook her, and captured her and turned her face to his face that he might kiss her, and lo! she was his wife!
This old folk-tale is half my story—the play of emotions as sweet and light as the footsteps of the shadows that flit over a field of corn.
There is another Northern legend of a man who thought he was pursued by a troll. His ricks were fired, his barns unroofed, his cattle destroyed, his lands blasted, and his first-born slain. So he lay in wait for the monster where it lived in the chasms near his house, and in the darkness of night he saw it. With a cry he rushed upon it, and gripped it about the waist, and it turned upon him and held him by the shoulder. Long he wrestled with it, reeling, staggering, falling and rising again; but at length a flood of strength came to him and he overthrew it, and stood over it, covering it, conquering it with its back across his thigh and his right hand set hard at its throat. Then he drew his knife to kill it, and the moon shot through a rack of cloud, opening an alley of light about it, and he saw its face, and lo! the face of the troll was his own.
This is the other half of my story—the crash of passions as bracing as a black thunderstorm.
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# The Bonny Bridge of Findhorn

The Bonny
Bridge of Findhorn,
The Radical Battle At Bonny-Muir,
AND
Up in the Morning.
Falkirk, Printed in the Year 1820.
page
* The Bonny Bridge of Findhorn
* The Radical Battle at Bonny-Muir
* Up in the Morning
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# The Bonny Bridge of Findhorn/The Bonny Bridge of Findhorn

THE
BONNY BRIDGE OF FINDHORN.
# The Bonnie Blue Flag

Lyrics by Harry McCarthy, melody to the Irish tune The Irish Jaunting Car. Harry McCarthy (1861). "The Bonnie Blue Flag". Duke University Libraries. 74 Camp Street, New Orleans, Louisiana: A. E. Blackmar and Brother. Retrieved December 21, 2013.
We are a band of brothers and native to the soil Fighting for the property We gain'd by honest toil And when our rights were threatened, the cry rose near and far Hurrah for the Bonnie Blue Flag that bears a single star!
Hurrah! Hurrah! For Southern rights, hurrah! Hurrah for the Bonnie Blue Flag that bears a single star.
As long as the Union was faithful to her trust Like friends and brethren, kind were we, and just But now, when Northern treachery attempts our rights to mar We hoist on high the Bonnie Blue Flag that bears a single star.
Hurrah! Hurrah! For Southern rights, hurrah! Hurrah for the Bonnie Blue Flag that bears a single star.
First gallant South Carolina nobly made the stand Then came Alabama and took her by the hand Next, quickly Mississippi, Georgia, and Florida All raised on high the Bonnie Blue Flag that bears a single star.
Hurrah! Hurrah! For Southern rights, hurrah! Hurrah for the Bonnie Blue Flag that bears a single star.
Ye men of valor gather round the banner of the right Texas and fair Louisiana join us in the fight Davis, our loved President, and Stephens statesmen are Now rally round the Bonnie Blue Flag that bears a single star.
Hurrah! Hurrah! For Southern rights, hurrah! Hurrah for the Bonnie Blue Flag that bears a single star.
Now here's to brave Virginia, the old Dominion State, With the young Confederacy at last has sealed her fate, And spurred by her example, now other states prepar' To hoist high the bonny blue flag that bears a single star.
Hurrah! Hurrah! For Southern rights, hurrah! Hurrah for the Bonnie Blue Flag that bears a single star.
Then here's to our Confederacy, Strong we are and brave,
Like patriots of old we'll fight,
Our heritage to save.
And rather than submit to shame,
To die we would prefer
So cheer for the Bonnie Blue flag That bears a single star.
Then cheer, boys, cheer,
Raise a joyous shout For Arkansas and North Carolina Now have both gone out; And let another rousing cheer For Tennessee be given The single star of the Bonnie Blue Flag
Has grown to be eleven
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# The Bondman (Caine)/Epilogue

Epilogue.
There was a man of Mecca, named Abd al Muttalib, who had sinned against his faith, and all the families of the Coreish were his enemies. He had one son only, and by him he was supported in the days of his distress. Touched by such love, he vowed that if Providence should grant him ten sons he would devote one of them to the Deity. Years rolled on, and at last ten sons surrounded him in his tent. Then he remembered his vow, and rose up in the bitterness of his soul, and bade his sons follow him to the Káaba. There they cast lots which should die by the sacrificial knife, and the fatal arrow fell to Abdallah, the youngest and best beloved, the fair of face and lion-hearted. Then Abd al Muttalib rent his clothes, and in vain his nine other sons struggled to repress their grief. But the tenth son spoke, and said, "My father, hath the Lord kept His promise to thee? Then keep thou thy promise to the Lord." But his father cried, out of the sorrow which consumed him, "My son, shall I do this thing, and banish sleep from my eyes for ever?" Thereupon came the daughters of Abd al Muttalib and clung to their father, and said. "Father, art not ten camels the fine for the blood of ​a man?" And he answered, "Verily, if the Lord will take that ransom, my son's life shall be spared."
So they cast lots again, with ten camels against the son, but a second time the lot fell to Abdallah. Again and again they cast lots, and at every throw the father added ten camels to the stake, until ninety camels stood against Abdallah, but each time the Lord called for the blood of the man. Then Abd al Muitalib wept aloud, for a hundred camels were all his wealth, but his son cried, "Peace, peace, my father, who shall strive against God?" "None" answered his father; "but sheddest thou no tears, my son?" And Abdallah lifted his face and said, "Nay, but I should weep indeed if I won my life and thou didst eat the bread of poverty all thy days." "Forgive me," his father answered, and Abdallah comforted him.
So they led Abdallah to the altar, and bound him, but when they raised the knife Abd al Muttalib cried, "One hundred camels—let it be my son's life against all else the Lord has given me." So they cast lots yet again, and this time, the eleventh time, the lot fell on the camels, and they were slaughtered, and Abdallah was a freedman, and Abd al Muttalib and his sons and daughters shouted and wept for joy.
Now, this Abdallah, the fair of face, the lion-hearted, died young, falling by the wayside from his caravan, and, after all, his father's hopes in him were lost. But his son, the son of him who fell, was Mahomet, the prophet, the leader and the saviour of his country from unrighteous masters and false gods.
Such is the glorious sequel, that on the forehead of the future shine? as a star.
The End.
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# The Bone that has no Marrow

The Bone that has no Marrow, What Ultimate for that? It is not fit for Table For Beggar or for Cat.
A Bone has obligations — A Being has the same — A Marrowless Assembly Is culpabler than shame.
But how shall finished Creatures A function fresh obtain? Old Nicodemus' Phantom Confronting us again!
# The Bonnie Lass of Albanie

1789?
My heart is wae, and unco wae, To think upon the raging sea, That roars between her gardens green, An' th' bonnie lass of ALBANIE. -
This lovely maid's of nobel blood, That ruled Albion's kingdoms three; But Oh, Alas! for her bonie face, They hae wrang'd the lass of ALBANIE.
In the rolling tide of spreading Clyde, There sits an isle of high degree, And a town of fame whose princely name, Should grace the lass of ALBANIE.
But there's a youth, a witless youth, That fills the place where she should be; We'll send him o'er to his native shore, And bring our ain sweet ALBANIE.
Alas the day, and woe the day, A false Usurper wan the gree, Who now commands the towers and lands - The royal right of ALBANIE.
We'll daily pray, we'll nightly pray, On bended knees most fervently, That the time may come, with pipe an' drum, We'll welcome hame fair ALBANIE.
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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# The Bremen Town Musicians

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English-language translations of Die Bremer Stadtmusikanten include:
* "The Travelling Musicians, or The Waits of Bremen" (1823), translated by Edgar Taylor and David Jardine, in German Popular Stories
* "The Waits of Bremen" (1829), translated by Edgar Taylor and David Jardine, revised by George Godfrey Cunningham, in Foreign Tales and Traditions (transcription project)
* "The Bremen Town Musicians", translated by Lucy Crane, illustrated by Walter Crane, in Household stories from the collection of the Bros Grimm (1882)
* "The Bremen Town-Musicians", translated by Margaret Raine Hunt, in Grimm's Household Tales, Volume 1 (1884)
* "The Street Musicians" (1900), edited by Andrew Lang, in The Grey Fairy Book
* "The Bremen Town Musicians", translated by Alice Lucas, illustrated by Arthur Rackham, in The Fairy Tales of the Brothers Grimm (1909)
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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# The Bridal

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This is a disambiguation page. It lists works that share the same title. If an article link referred you here, please consider editing it to point directly to the intended page.
* "The Bridal", a poem by Annie Isabel Curwen
* "The Bridal", a poem by Mary Whitwell Hale
# The Bremen v. Zapata Off-Shore Co./Concurrence White

* Court Documents
* Case Syllabus
* Opinion of the Court
* Concurring Opinion White
* Dissenting Opinion Douglas
[p20] MR. JUSTICE WHITE, concurring.
I concur in the opinion and judgment of the Court except insofar as the opinion comments on the issues which are remanded to the District Court. In my view these issues are best left for consideration by the District Court in the first instance.
# The Brick Moon

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"The Brick Moon" is a short story by Edward Everett Hale, first published in The Atlantic Monthly from October to December 1869.
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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# The Bremen v. Zapata Off-Shore Co.
## Concurring Opinion

    White

## Dissenting Opinion

    Douglas
Supreme Court of the United States
407 U.S. 1
The Bremen et al. v. Zapata Off-Shore Co.
Certiorari to the United States Court of Appeals for the Fifth Circuit
No. 71-322. Argued: March 21, 1972 --- Decided: June 12, 1972
Petitioner Unterweser made an agreement to tow respondent's drilling rig from Louisiana to Italy. The contract contained a forum-selection clause providing for the litigation of any dispute in the High Court of Justice in London. When the rig under tow was damaged in a storm, respondent instructed Unterweser to tow the rig to Tampa, the nearest port of refuge. There, respondent brought suit in admiralty against petitioners. Unterweser invoked the forum clause in moving for dismissal for want of jurisdiction and brought suit in the English court, which ruled that it had jurisdiction under the contractual forum provision. The District Court, relying on Carbon Black Export, Inc. v. The Monrosa, 254 F. 2d 297, held the forum-selection clause unenforceable, and refused to decline jurisdiction on the basis of forum non conveniens. The Court of Appeals affirmed.
Held: The forum-selection clause, which was a vital part of the towing contract, is binding on the parties unless respondent can meet the heavy burden of showing that its enforcement would be unreasonable, unfair, or unjust. Pp. 8-20.
428 F. 2d 888 and 446 F. 2d 907, vacated and remanded.
BURGER, C.J., delivered the opinion of the Court, in which BRENNAN, STEWART, WHITE, MARSHALL, BLACKMUN, POWELL, and REHNQUIST, JJ., joined. WHITE, J., filed a concurring statement, post, p. 20. DOUGLAS, J., filed a dissenting opinion, post, p. 20.
David C.G. Kerr argued the cause for petitioners. With him on the briefs was Jack C. Rinard.
James K. Nance argued the cause for respondent. With him on the brief was Dewey R. Villareal, Jr.
# The Alchemy of Happiness (Homes)

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The Kimiya-yi Sa'ādat was written towards the end of Abū Ḥāmid Muḥammad ibn Muḥammad al-Ghazālī's life shortly before 499/1105. During the time before it was written the Muslim world was considered to be in a state of political as well as intellectual unrest. al-Ghazali noted that there were constant disputes regarding the role of philosophy and scholastic theology and Sufi's became chastised for their neglect of the ritual obligations of Islam. Upon its release, the Kimiya-yi sa'ādat allowed al-Ghazali to considerably reduce the tensions between the scholars and mystics.
THE
ALCHEMY OF HAPPINESS.
BY
MOHAMMED AL-GHAZZALI
THE
MOHAMMEDAN PHILOSOPHER.
Translated from the Turkish,
By HENRY A. HOMES, LIBRARIAN, STATE LIBRARY.
ALBANY, N. Y.:
J. MUNSELL, STATE STREET.
1873.
page
In advance of the Transactions of the Albany Institute, vol. VIII.
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CONTENTS.
| | Page. |
| Introductory Notice, | 5 |
| CHAPTER I. ||
| On Knowledge of the Soul, | 13 |
| CHAPTER II. ||
| On Knowledge of God, | 41 |
| CHAPTER III. ||
| On Knowledge of the World, | 65 |
| CHAPTER IV. ||
| On Knowledge of the Future World, | 74 |
| CHAPTER V. ||
| On the Love of God, | 104 |
| Notes, | 117 |
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# The Book of Scottish Song/Hame 1

Hame.
[John Mitchell of Paisley.—Here first printed.]
My hame! I wadna lea' my hame, Rough though the biggin be, To live amid a blaze o' fame, For what is fame to me! In life's gay morn, wi' lightsome tread, I roved the groves amang, Where, still at e'en, I lay my head To list ilk wee bird's sang.
And I have seen in lordly ha' The fair and gay convene, Where wreathed smiles chased care awa', And love seem'd nature's queen; ​But, O! my hame, my humble hame, Whene'er I thought of thee, The wreathed smile, the minstrel's fame, Were a' forgot by me.
Ev'n yet, though on my head the snaws O' Time begins to steal, Youth's joys still smile within the wa's O' my wee cozy biel. And though to me nae gardens fair Their sunny smiles display, A fairer flower is blooming there Than e'er graced minstrel's lay.
And, Peggy dear, thou art that flower, And I will tent thee weel, And bless, while I ha'e life, the hour That gave thee to my biel. My hame, my hame, my ain dear hame, Wha wad the biggin lea', Where smile the bairns that wear his name Frae aff a mother's knee?
# The Book of Scottish Song/Hap and Row

Hap and Row.
[William Creech.—Tune "The Reel o' Stumpie."—Mr. Creech (born 1745; died 1815,) was for many years a leading bookseller in Edinburgh. He was Burns's publisher there; and the reader will find in the poet's works some letters addressed to him; also a poem of which he is the subject, called "Willie's awa'." He was author of a collection of essays and sketches, called "Edinburgh Fugitive Pieces," originally printed in 1791, and reprinted after his death, in 1815.]
We'll hap and row, we'll hap and row, We'll hap and row the feetie o't; It is a wee bit weary thing: I downa bide the greetie o't. ​And we pat on the wee bit pan, To boil the lick o' meatie o't; A cinder fell and spoil'd the plan, And burnt a' the feetie o't.
Fu' sair it grat, the puir wee brat, And aye it kick'd the feetie o't, Till, puir wee elf, it tired itself; And then began the sleepie o't.
The skirling brat nae parritch gat, When it gaed to the sleepie o't; It's waesome true, instead o' 'ts mou' They're round about the feetie o't.
# The Book of Scottish Song/Happy Friendship

Happy Friendship.
[This song is attributed to Burns, but without much certainty.]
Here around the ingle bleezing, Wha sae happy and sae free; Though the northern wind blaws freezing, Frien'ship warms baith you and me. Happy we are a' thegither, Happy we'll be yin an' a', Time shall see us a' the blither Ere we rise to gang awa'.
See the miser o'er his treasure Gloating wi' a greedy e'e! Can he feel the glow o' pleasure That around us here we see?
Can the peer, in silk and ermine, Ca' his conscience half his own: His claes are spun an' edged wi' vermin, Though he stan' afore a throne!
Thus then let us a' be tassing Aff oxir stoups o' gen'rous flame; An' while roun' the board 'tis passing, Raise a sang in friendship's name.
Frien'ship mak's us a' mair happy, Frien'ship gi'es us a' delight, Frien'ship consecrates the drappie, Frien'ship brings us here to-night. Happy we've been a' thegither, Happy we've been yin and a', Time shall find us a' the blither, When we rise to gang awa'.
# The Book of Scottish Song/Haud awa' 1

Haud awa'.
[First published as an old song with additions in the second volume of Ramsay's Tea-Table Miscellany.—Tune, "Donald."]
Donald.
O, come awa', come awa', Come awa' wi' me, Jenny! Sic frowns I canna bear frae ane, Whase smiles ance ravish'd me, Jenny. If you'll be kind, you'll never find That ought shall alter me, Jenny; For ye're the mistress of my mind, Whate'er ye think of me, Jenny!
First when your sweets enslaved my heart, Ye seem'd to favour me, Jenny; But now, alas! you act a part That speaks inconstancie, Jenny. Inconstancie is sic a vice, It's not befitting thee, Jenny; It suits not with your virtue nice, To carry sae to me, Jenny.
Jenny.
O, haud awa', bide awa', Haud awa' frae me, Donald! Your heart is made ower large for ane— It is not meet for me, Donald. Some fickle mistress you may find Will jilt as fast as thee, Donald; To ilka swain she will prove kind, And nae less kind to thee, Donald:
But I've a heart that's naething such; 'Tis fill'd wi' honestie, Donald, I'll ne'er love mony; I'll love much; I hate all levitie, Donald. Therefore nae mair, wi' art, pretend Your heart is chain'd to mine, Donald; For words of falsehood ill defend A roving love like thine, Donald.
First when ye courted, I must own, I frankly favour'd you, Donald; Apparent worth and fair renown Made me believe you true, Donald: Ilk virtue then seem'd to adorn The man esteem'd by me, Donald; But now the mask's faun aff, I scorn To ware a thocht on thee, Donald.
And now for ever haud awa', Haud awa' frae me, Donald! Sae, seek a heart that's like your ain, And come nae mair to me, Donald: For I'll reserve mysel' for ane, For ane that's liker me, Donald. If sic a ane I canna find, I'll ne'er lo'e man, nor thee, Donald.
Donald.
Then I'm the man, and fause report Has only tauld a lie, Jenny; To try thy truth, and make us sport, The tale was raised by me, Jenny.
Jenny.
When this ye prove, and still can love, Then come awa' to me, Donald! I'm weel content ne'er to repent That I ha'e smiled on thee, Donald!
# The Book of Scottish Song/Handsome Katie

Handsome Katie.
[Buchanan.—Tune, "Sleepy Maggie."]
Now winter comes, wi' breath sae snell, And nips wi' frost the gizen'd gowan, Yet frosty winter, strange to tell! Has set my thrawart heart a-lowin'.
O dearest, charming Katie! O sweetest, winsome Katie! My heart has flown across the loan, To dwell wi' my sweet neibor Katie.
When a' the chiels, wi' noses blae, Creep chitt'rin' roun' the cantie ingle, Through sleet an' snaw to Kate I gae, Drawn wi' a whang o' Cupid's lingle. O dearest, &c.
When our back door I gang to steek, And bonnie Kate, frae her back winnock, Gi'es a bit slee an' smilin' keek, It warms me like a toasted bannock. O dearest, &c.
To sleep I try, bat no ae wink; (Frae hapless luve, may fate aye screen us!) I sprawl an' fidget, whan I think There's nought but a wee loan atween us. O dearest, &c.
Langsyne Leander ilka night Swam o'er the sea at Hero's biddin'; But if my Kate wad me invite, I've nought ado but jump the midden. O dearest, &c.
# The Book of Scottish Song/Hame 2

Hame.
[By John Dougal, formerly of Paisley now of Montreal.]
Oh! tell na me that this is hame,— It is nae hame to me: Ilk thing is fremit to my heart, An' unco to my e'e.
If I could see the bonnie brume On ilka sandy knowe; An' the whins in a' their gowden pride, On green hill sides that grow:
If I could see the primrose blume In mony a hazel glen, Whar linties chirp, and merles sing, Far free the step o' men:
If I could see the morning sun Glint owre the dewy corn, While a thousan' laverocks in the sky Are welcoming the morn:
If I could see the gowan spread Its wee flowers on the lea, An' the heather blume on the mountain bare, And the ivy climb the tree:
If I could see the sunny kirk-yard, Whar my frien's lie side by side, And think that I could lay my banes Beside them when I died:—
Then might I think that this was hame, And gladly live and dee, Nor feel this want at my heart's core, My native land, for thee.