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# Dictionary of Greek and Roman Geography/Iapodes

​IA′PODES, IAP′YDES (Ἰάποδες, Strab. iii. p. 207, vii. p. 313; Ἰάπυδες, Ptol. ii. 16. § 8; Liv. xliii. 5; Virg. Georg. iii. 475; Tibull. iv. 1. 108), an Illyrian people to the N. of Dalmatia, and E. of Liburnia, who occupied Iapydia (Plin. iii. 19), or the present military frontier of Croatia, comprised between the rivers Kulpa and Korana to the N. and E., and the Velebich range to the S.
In the interior, their territory was spread along Mons Albius (Velika), which forms the extremity of the great Alpine chain, and rises to a great elevation; on the other side of the mountain they reached towards the Danube, and the confines of Pannonia. They followed the custom of the wild Thracian tribes in tattooing themselves, and were armed in the Keltic fashion, living in their poor country (like the Morlacchi of the present day) chiefly on zea and millet. (Strab. vii. p. 315.)
In B. C. 129, the consul C. Sempronius Tuditanus carried on war against this people, at first unsuccessfully, but afterwards gained a victory over them, chiefly by the military skill of his legate, D. Junius Brutus, for which he was allowed to celebrate a triumph at Rome (Appian, B. C. i. 19, Illyr. 10; Liv. Epit. lix.; Fasti Capit.) They had a "foedus" with Rome (Cic. pro Balb. 14), but were in B. C. 34 finally subdued by Octavianus, after an obstinate defence, in which Metulum, their principal town was taken (Strab. l. c.; Appian, Illyr. l. c.).
Metulum (Μετοῦλον), their capital, was situated on the river Colapis (Kulpa) to the N., on the frontier of Pannonia (Appian, l. c.), and has been identified with Möttling or Métlika on the Kulpa. The Antonine Itinerary has the following places on the road from Senia (Zeugg) to Siscia (Sissek): —Avendone (comp. Peut. Tab.; Abeudo, Geog. Rav.; Αὐενδεάται, Appian, Illyr. l. c.; Οὐενδος, Strab. iv. p. 207, vii. p. 314.); Arupium (Arypium, Peut. Tab.; Parupium, Geog. Rav.; Ἀρουπῖνοι, App. Illyr. 16., perhaps the same as the Ἀρουκκία. of Ptolemy, ii. 16. § 9), now Ottochatz. At Bibium, which should be read Bivium (Wesseling, ad loc.), the road divided, taking a direction towards Pannonia, which the Itinerary follows, and also towards Dalmatia, which is given in the Peutinger Table.
Neigebaur (Die Sudslaven, pp. 224-235) has identified from a local antiquary the following sites of the Table:
Epidotium (Uselle); Aucus (Chauke); ​Ausancalio (Vissuch, near Udbina); Clumbetae (Grachatz). [ E. B. J. ]
# Dictionary of Greek and Roman Geography/Iapygium Promontorium

​IAPY'GIUM PROMONTO'RIUM (Ἄκρα Ἰαπυγία: Capo Sta. Maria di Leuca), a headland which forms the extreme SE. point of Italy, as well as the extremity of the long peninsula or promontory that divides the gulf of Tarentum from the Adriatic sea. It is this long projecting strip of land, commonly termed the heel of Italy, and designated by the Romans as Calabria, that was usually termed by the Greeks Iapygia, whence the name of the promontory in question. The latter is well described by Strabo as a rocky point extending far out to sea towards the SE., but inclining a little towards the Lacinian promontory, which rises opposite to it, and together with it encloses the gulf of Tarentum. He states the interval between these two headlands, and consequently the width of the Tarentine gulf, at its entrance, at about 700 stadia (70 G. miles), which slightly exceeds the truth. Pliny calls the same distance 100 M. P. or 800 stadia; but the real distance does not exceed 66 G. miles or 660 stadia. (Strab. vi. pp. 258, 281; Plin. iii. 11. s. 16; Ptol. iii. 1. § 13; Polyb. x. 1.)
The same point was also not infrequently termed the Salentine promontory (Promontorium Salentinum, Mel. ii. 4. § 8; Ptol. l. c.), from the people of that name who inhabited the country immediately adjoining. Saliust applies the same name to the whole of the Calabrian or Messapian peninsula. (Sall. ap. Serv. ad Aen. iii. 400.) Its modern name is derived from the ancient church of Sta. Maria di Leuca, situated close to the headland, and which has preserved the name of the ancient town and port of Leuca; the latter was situated immediately on the W. of the promontory, and afforded tolerable shelter for vessels. [Leuca.] Hence we find the Athenian fleet, in B. C. 415, on its way to Sicily, touching at the Iapygian promontory after crossing from Corcyra (Thuc. vi. 30, 44); and there can be no doubt that this was the customary course in proceeding from Greece to Sicily. [ E. H. B. ]
# Dictionary of Greek and Roman Geography/Iardanus (1)

​IA'RDANUS (Ἰάρδανος), a river on the N. coast of Crete, near the banks of which the Cydonians dwelt. (Hom. Od. iii. 292.) It is identified with the rapid stream of the Plataniá, which rises in the White Mountains, and, after flowing between the Rhizite villages of Thériso and Láki or Lákus, runs through a valley formed by low hills, and filled with lofty platanes; from which it obtains its name. The river of Plataniá falls into the sea, nearly opposite the islet of Hághios Theódhoros, where there is good anchorage. (Pashley, Trav. vol. ii. p. 22; Höck, Kreta, vol. i. pp. 23, 384.) [ E. B. J. ]
# Dictionary of Greek and Roman Geography/Iasi

​IASI. [Iassii.]
# Dictionary of Greek and Roman Geography/Iamphorina

​IAMPHORINA, the capital of the Maedi, in Macedonia, which was taken B. C. 211 by Philip, son of Demetrius. (Liv. xxvi. 25.) It is prcbably represented by Vraniá or Ivorina, in the upper valley of the Moráva. (Leake, Northern Greece, vol. iii. p. 473.) [ E. B. J. ]
# Dictionary of Greek and Roman Geography/Iangacaucani

​IANGACAUCA′NI [Mauretania.]
# Dictionary of Greek and Roman Geography/Iapis

​IA′PIS (Ἰαπίς), a small stream which formed the boundary between Megaris and the territory of Eleusis. [Attica, p. 323, a.]
# Dictionary of Greek and Roman Geography/Iardanus (2)

​IARDANUS, a river of Elis. [Pheia.]
# Crescentius

* From The Literary Gazette, July 1823, as Execution of Crescentius
* From The Improvisatrice; and Other Poems (1824)
# Cressey v. Meyer/Opinion of the Court

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* Case Syllabus
* Opinion of the Court
United States Supreme Court
138 U.S. 525
Cressey v. Meyer
One proposition alone requires notice. This was an action by a creditor of the state, not against his debtor, but against its debtors, to secure an appropriation of their debts to it to the satisfaction of its obligations to him. It is a proceeding of a garnishee nature. The appearance of the state, voluntarily, its application to be made a party pro interesse suo, may avoid all questions as to the right of the plaintiff to maintain this suit. Conceding that such a suit is proper, it still remains in the nature of a personal action by one individual against another. As against such a suit, laches and limitations are in a court of equity sufficient defenses.The settlement, which was practically between the state and its debtors, was made in 1847. Thirty-six years thereafter this bill is filed. If the time for full payment given by the settlement of 1847 is subtracted, this suit was commenced 19 years after the time fixed by that settlement for the last payment had passed. Limitation and laches forbid that this suit should be sustained. It may be that, as against the sovereign, no statutes of limitation run; and it may be that, in the courts of Louisiana, the state may enforce all obligations due to it, no matter what period of time may have intervened since they were assumed; but that right is personal to the sovereign; it does not pass to any of its creditors; and its intervention and appearance in a suit brough by a creditor, as against its debtors, does not give to such creditor its sovereign exemption from liability to the statute of limitation and the defense of laches. Whatever, therefore, might be true if the state of Louisiana were suing in its own courts, this suit must be treated in the federal courts as one by an individual against individuals; and, brought 19 years after, by the terms of settlement between the state and its creditors, the last payment was due from them to it, must be adjudged a stale claim. The decisions of the supreme court of Louisiana are in accord with this conclusion. Association v. Lord, 35 La. Ann. 438. That case was the counterpart of this, and the final conclusion of that court was against the right to maintain the action and on the ground of the staleness of the claim. The fact that much litigation had intervened during these years, that bankruptcy proceedings were pending, avails nothing to this plaintiff, who was no party thereto. The decree is affirmed.

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# Crescent Express Lines v. United States

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United States Supreme Court
320 U.S. 401
Crescent Express Lines v. United States
Argued: and Submitted Nov. 19, 1943. --- Decided: Dec 6, 1943
Appeal from the District Court of the United States for the Southern District of New York.
Mr. George H. Rosen, of New York City, for appellant.
Mr. Edward M. Reidy, of Washington, D.C., for appellees, the United States and Interstate Commerce Commission.
Mr. Henry P. Goldstein, of New York City, for appellee, Mountain Transit Corp.
Mr. James F. X. O'Brien, of Newark, N.J., for appellee, Hudson Transit Lines, Inc.
Mr. Justice REED delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Cressey v. Meyer

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United States Supreme Court
138 U.S. 525
Cressey v. Meyer
[Statement of Case from pages 525-527 intentionally omitted]
W. H. Rogers, Geo. A. King, C. W. Hornor, and Jos. P. Hornor, for appellants.
J. D. Rouse and Wm. Grant, for appellees.
Mr. Justice BREWER, after stating the facts as above, delivered the opinion of the court.

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# Daddy-Long-Legs (Webster)/Letter 17

June 9th.
Dear Daddy-Long-Legs,
Happy day! I've just finished my last examination—Physiology. And now:
Three months on a farm!
I don't know what kind of a thing a farm is. I've never been on one in my life. I've never even looked at one (except from the car window), but I know I'm going to love it, and I'm going to love being free.
I am not used even yet to being outside the John Grier Home. Whenever I think of it excited little thrills chase up and down my back. I feel as though I must run faster and faster and keep looking over my shoulder to make sure that Mrs. Lippett isn't after me with her arm stretched out to grab me back.
​I don't have to mind any one this summer, do I?
Your nominal authority doesn't annoy me in the least; you are too far away to do any harm. Mrs. Lippett is dead forever, so far as I am concerned, and the Semples aren't expected to overlook my moral welfare, are they? No, I am sure not. I am entirely grown up. Hooray!
I leave you now to pack a trunk, and three boxes of teakettles and dishes and sofa cushions and books.
Yours ever,
Judy.
P. S.Here is my physiology exam. Do you think you could have passed?
# Daddy-Long-Legs (Webster)/Letter 18

Lock Willow Farm,
Saturday night.
Dearest Daddy-Long-Legs,
I've only just come and I'm not unpacked, but I can't wait to tell you how much I like farms. This is a heavenly, heavenly, heavenly spot! The house is square like this:
And old. A hundred years or so. It has a veranda on the side which I can't draw and a sweet porch in front. The ​picture really doesn't do it justice—those things that look like feather dusters are maple trees, and the prickly ones that border the drive are murmuring pines and hemlocks. It stands on the top of a hill and looks way off over miles of green meadows to another line of hills.
That is the way Connecticut goes, in a series of Marcelle waves; and Lock Willow Farm is just on the crest of one wave. The barns used to be across the road where they obstructed the view, but a kind flash of lightning came from heaven and burnt them down.
The people are Mr. and Mrs. Semple and a hired girl and two hired men. The hired people eat in the kitchen, and the Semples and Judy in the dining-room. We had ham and eggs and biscuits and honey and jelly-cake and pie and pickles and cheese ​and tea for supper—and a great deal of conversation. I have never been so entertaining in my life; everything I say appears to be funny. I suppose it is, because I've never been in the country before, and my questions are backed by an all-inclusive ignorance.
The room marked with a cross is not where the murder was committed, but the one that I occupy. It's big and square and empty, with adorable old-fashioned furniture and windows that have to be propped up on sticks and green shades trimmed with gold that fall down if you touch them. And a big square mahogany table—I'm going to spend the summer with my elbows spread out on it, writing a novel.
Oh, Daddy, I'm so excited! I can't wait till daylight to explore. It's 8.30 now, and I am about to blow out my candle and try to go to sleep. We rise at five. Did you ever know such fun? I can't believe this is really Judy. You and the ​Good Lord give me more than I deserve. I must be a very, very, very good person to pay. I'm going to be. You'll see.
Good night,
Judy.
P. S.You should hear the frogs sing and the little pigs squeal—and you should see the new moon! I saw it over my right shoulder.
# Daddy-Long-Legs (Webster)/Letter 20

September 15th.
Dear Daddy,
I was weighed yesterday on the flour scales in the general store at the Corners. I've gained nine pounds! Let me recommend Lock Willow as a health resort.
Yours ever,
Judy.
# Daddy-Long-Legs (Webster)/Letter 2

October 1st.
Dear Daddy-Long-Legs,
I love college and I love you for sending me—I'm very, very happy, and so excited every moment of the time that I can scarcely sleep. You can't imagine how different it is from the John Grier Home. I never dreamed there was such a place in the world. I'm feeling sorry for everybody who isn't a girl and who can't come here; I am sure the college you attended when you were a boy couldn't have been so nice.
My room is up in a tower that used to be the contagious ward before they built the new infirmary. There are three other girls on the same floor of the tower—a Senior who wears spectacles and is always asking us please to be a little more quiet, ​and two Freshmen named Sallie McBride and Julia Rutledge Pendleton. Sallie has red hair and a turn-up nose and is quite friendly; Julia comes from one of the first families in New York and hasn't noticed me yet. They room together and the Senior and I have singles. Usually Freshmen can't get singles; they are very scarce, but I got one without even asking. I suppose the registrar didn't think it would be right to ask a properly brought-up girl to room with a foundling. You see there are advantages!
My room is on the northwest corner with two windows and a view. After you've lived in a ward for eighteen years with twenty room-mates, it is restful to be alone. This is the first chance I've ever had to get acquainted with Jerusha Abbott. I think I'm going to like her.
Do you think you are?
Tuesday.
They are organizing the Freshman basket-ball team and there's just a chance that I shall make it. I'm little of course, but terribly quick and wiry and tough. While the others are hopping about in the air, I can dodge under their feet and grab the ball. It's loads of fun practising—out in the athletic field in the afternoon with the trees all red and yellow and the air full of the smell of burning leaves, and everybody laughing and shouting. These are the happiest girls I ever saw—and I am the happiest of all!
I meant to write a long letter and tell you all the things I'm learning (Mrs. Lippett said you wanted to know), but 7th hour has just rung, and in ten minutes I'm due at the athletic field in gymnasium clothes. Don't you hope I'll make the team?
Yours always,
Jerusha Abbott.
Sallie McBride just poked her head in at my door. This is what she said:
"I'm so homesick that I simply can't stand it. Do you feel that way?"
I smiled a little and said no, I thought I could pull through. At least homesickness is one disease that I've escaped! I never heard of anybody being asylumsick, did you?
# Daddy-Long-Legs (Webster)/Letter 22

October 17th.
Dear Daddy-Long-Legs,
Supposing the swimming tank in the gymnasium were filled full of lemon jelly, could a person trying to swim manage to keep on top or would he sink?
We were having lemon jelly for dessert when the question came up. We discussed it heatedly for half an hour and it's still unsettled. Sallie thinks that she could swim in it, but I am perfectly sure that the best swimmer in the world would sink. Wouldn't it be funny to be drowned in lemon jelly?
Two other problems are engaging the attention of our table.
1st. What shape are the rooms in an octagon house? Some of the girls insist ​that they're square; but I think they'd have to be shaped like a piece of pie. Don't you?
2d. Suppose there were a great big hollow sphere made of looking-glass and you were sitting inside. Where would it stop reflecting your face and begin reflecting your back? The more one thinks about this problem, the more puzzling it becomes. You can see with what deep philosophical reflection we engage our leisure!
Did I ever tell you about the election? It happened three weeks ago, but so fast do we live, that three weeks is ancient history. Sallie was elected, and we had a torchlight parade with transparencies saying, "McBride Forever," and a band consisting of fourteen pieces (three mouth organs and eleven combs).
We're very important persons now in "258." Julia and I come in for a great deal of reflected glory. It's quite a social ​strain to be living in the same house with a president.
Bonne nuit, cher Daddy.
Acceptez mez compliments,
Très respectueux.
Je suis,
Votre Judy.
# Daddy-Long-Legs (Webster)/Letter 23

November 12th.
Dear Daddy-Long-Legs,
We beat the Freshmen at basket ball yesterday. Of course we're pleased—but oh, if we could only beat the Juniors! I'd be willing to be black and blue all over and stay in bed a week in a witch-hazel compress.
Sallie has invited me to spend the Christmas vacation with her. She lives in Worcester, Massachusetts. Wasn't it nice of her? I shall love to go. I've never been in a private family in my life, except at Lock Willow, and the Semples were grown-up and old and don't count. But the McBrides have a houseful of children (anyway two or three) and a mother and father and grandmother, and an Angora cat. It's a perfectly complete family! Packing your trunk and going away is more fun than staying behind. I am terribly excited at the prospect.
Seventh hour—I must run to rehearsal. ​I'm to be in the Thanksgiving theatricals. A prince in a tower with a velvet tunic and yellow curls. Isn't that a lark?
Yours,
J. A.
Saturday.
Do you want to know what I look like? Here's a photograph of all three that Leonora Fenton took.
The light one who is laughing is Sallie, and the tall one with her nose in the air is Julia, and the little one with the hair blowing across her face is Judy—she is really more beautiful than that, but the sun was in her eyes.
# Daddy-Long-Legs (Webster)/Letter 15

​Cher Daddy-Jambes-Longes,
Vous etes un brick!
Je suis tres heureuse about the farm, parsque je n'ai jamais been on a farm dans ma vie and I'd hate to retourner chez John Grier, et wash dishes tout l'été. There would be danger of quelque chose affreuse happening, parsque j'ai perdue ma humilité d'autre fois et j'ai peur that I would just break out quelque jour et smash every cup and saucer dans la maison.
Pardon brièveté et paper. Je ne peux pas send des mes nouvelles parseque je suis dans French class et j'ai peur que Monsieur le Professeur is going to call on me tout de suite.
He did!
Au revoir,
Je vous aime beaucoup.
Judy.
# Daddy-Long-Legs (Webster)/Letter 21

September 25th.
Dear Daddy-Long-Legs,
Behold me—a Sophomore! I came up last Friday, sorry to leave Lock Willow, but glad to see the campus again. It is a pleasant sensation to come back to something familiar. I am beginning to feel at home in college, and in command of the situation; I am beginning, in fact, to feel at home in the world—as though I really belonged in it and had not just crept in on sufferance.
I don't suppose you understand in the least what I am trying to say. A person important enough to be a Trustee can't appreciate the feelings of a person unimportant enough to be a foundling.
And now, Daddy, listen to this. Whom do you think I am rooming with? Sallie ​McBride and Julia Rutledge Pendleton. It's the truth. We have a study and three little bedrooms—voila!
Sallie and I decided last spring that we should like to room together, and Julia made up her mind to stay with Sallie—why, I can't imagine, for they are not a bit alike; but the Pendletons are naturally conservative and inimical (fine word!) to change. Anyway, here we are. Think of Jerusha Abbott, late of the John Grier Home for Orphans, rooming with a Pendleton. This is a democratic country.
Sallie is running for class president, and unless all signs fail, she is going to be elected. Such an atmosphere of intrigue—you should see what politicians we are! ​Oh, I tell you, Daddy, when we women get our rights, you men will have to look alive in order to keep yours. Election comes next Saturday, and we're going to have a torchlight procession in the evening, no matter who wins.
I am beginning chemistry, a most unusual study. I've never seen anything like it before. Molecules and Atoms are the material employed, but I'll be in a position to discuss them more definitely next month.
I am also taking argumentation and logic.
Also history of the whole world.
Also plays of William Shakespeare.
Also French.
If this keeps up many years longer, I shall become quite intelligent.
I should rather have elected economics than French, but I didn't dare, because I was afraid that unless I reëlected French, the Professor would not let me pass—as it was, I just managed to squeeze through the June examination. But I will say that ​my high-school preparation was not very adequate.
There's one girl in the class who chatters away in French as fast as she does in English. She went abroad with her parents when she was a child, and spent three years in a convent school. You can imagine how bright she is compared with the rest of us—irregular verbs are mere playthings. I wish my parents had chucked me into a French convent when I was little instead of a foundling asylum. Oh, no, I don't either! Because then maybe I should never have known you. I'd rather know you than French.
Good-by, Daddy. I must call on Harriet Martin now, and, having discussed the chemical situation, casually drop a few thoughts on the subject of our next president.
Yours in politics,
J. Abbott.