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# Thom's Irish Who's Who/Hamilton, Colonel Gawin William Rowan-

​HAMILTON, Colonel Gawin William Rowan-, D.L., J.P., Co. Down (High Sheriff, 1875); late Capt. 7th Dragoon Gds.; late Col. Comdg. 3rd Batt. Royal Irish Fusiliers; eldest lineal male representative of the Hamiltons, Earls of Clanbrassil; b. 7th March, 1844; eldest son of late Archibald Rowan Hamilton, of Killyleagh Castle, Captain 5th Dragoon Guards, and Catherine, dau. of Rev. George Caldwell; m. 1876, Lina, dau. of Sir G. H. Beaumont, 9th Bart., and has issue one dau. Educ.: Cheltenham College; University College, Oxford; served in the Oxford University Volunteer Corps; has travelled in America, Canada, Europe, and North Africa, and in early life took part in racing, hunting, and other field sports; for some years Master of the Killyleagh Harriers. Pubns.: The Last of the Cornets; Betwixt Two Lovers; The Second Answer. Recn: foreign travel Res.: Killyleagh Castle, Co. Down. Clubs: Naval and Military, London; Down Hunt, Ulster.
# Thom's Irish Who's Who/Hamilton, Lieut.-Col. William John Paumier

​HAMILTON, Lieut.-Col. William John Paumier, J.P., Co. Donegal; late Director Donegal Railway Co. Educ.: Portora Royal School and Trinity College, Dublin; Lieut. 41st The Welsh Regt., and Lieut.-Col. Royal Cork City Artillery; was Quarter-Master of the Londonderry Remount Establishment during the War; only son of His Honour Judge Hamilton, Recorder of Cork. Res.: Missvill, Glenties, Co. Donegal.
# Thom's Irish Who's Who/Hamilton, The Rev. The Right Hon. Thomas

​HAMILTON, The Rev. The Right Hon. Thomas, P.C. (1921), M.A. (Q.U.I.), Hon. D.D. (Belfast and Aberdeen), Hon. LL.D. (R.U.I.): ordained, 1865; was Examiner in Botany and Zoology to Intermediate Education Board, Ireland, 1878-80; President of Queen's College, Belfast, 1889-1908; Senator of Royal University of Ireland, 1890-1908; President and Vice-Chancellor of the Queen's University of Belfast from 1908. Pubns.: Faithful unto Death, a Memoir of Rev. David Hamilton, 1875; Irish Worthies, 1875; Our Rest Day, 1885; History of the Irish Presbyterian Church, 1886; Beyond the Stars. 1888; many articles in Nat. Dict. of Biography, 1886-1912; son of late Rev. David Hamilton (Moderator of General Assembly, 1854-55), and Eliza, dau. of Henry Weir, of Banbridge. Co. Down; b. 1842; m. 1876, Frances, dau. of Robert Allen, of the Farm, Co. Londonderry. Recns.: cycling, autograph collecting, gardening; Res.: Elmwood House. Belfast.
# Thom's Irish Who's Who/Hamilton, Col. Robert Sydney

​HAMILTON, Col. Robert Sydney, C.M.G. (1915), D.S.O. (1918), R.A.; served in S. African War, 1899-1902; European War, 1914; Col. Royal Army Ord. Corps from 1911; son of Ven. F. C. Hamilton, Archdeacon of Limerick; b. 1871; m. 1902, Mary, dau. of Sir Alexander Shaw, of Limerick. Res.: Malvern House, Churchfields, Salisbury.
# Thom's Irish Who's Who/Hamilton, Lord Claud David

​HAMILTON, Lord Claud David, younger son of 3rd Duke of Abercorn; b. 13th Feb., 1907. Res.: Baron's Court, Newtownstewart, Co. Tyrone.
# Thom's Irish Who's Who/Hamilton, Lord Frederick Spencer

​HAMILTON, Lord Frederick Spencer, attaché at Berlin, 1878-83: 2nd Sec. in diplomatic service, 1883-4; M.P., S. W. Manchester, 1885-6: N. Tyrone, 1892-5; sixth son of 1st Duke of Abercorn, K.G., P.C, and Lady Louisa, 2nd dau. (d. 1905) of 6th Duke of Bedford. K.G.; b. 1856. Res.: 13 Gt. College St., Westminster, London, S.W.1.; Carlton, St. James', Pratt's and Beefsteak Clubs.
# The Works of J. W. von Goethe/Volume 9/Cat-Pie

CAT-PIE.
While he is marked by vision clear Who fathoms Nature's treasures, The man may follow void of fear, Who her proportions measures.
​Though for one mortal, it is true, These trades may both be fitted, Yet, that the things themselves are two Must always be admitted.
Once on a time there lived a cook Whose skill was past disputing, Who in his head a fancy took To try his luck at shooting.
So, gun in hand, he sought a spot Where stores of game were breeding, And there ere long a cat he shot That on young birds was feeding.
This cat he fancied was a hare, Forming a judgment hasty, So served it up for people's fare Well spiced and in a pasty.
Yet many a guest with wrath was filled (All who had noses tender): The cat that's by the sportsman killed No cook a hare can render.
# The Works of J. W. von Goethe/Volume 9/Celebrity

CELEBRITY.
[A satire on his own "Sorrows of Werther."]
On bridges small and bridges great Stand Nepomucks in every state, Of bronze, wood, painted, or of stone, Some small as dolls, some giants grown; ​Each passer must worship before Nepomuck, Who to die on a bridge chanced to have the ill-luck. When once a man with head and ears A saint in people's eyes appears, Or has been sentenced piteously Beneath the hangman's hand to die, He's as a noted person prized, In portrait is immortalised. Engravings, woodcuts, are supplied, And through the world spread far and wide. Upon them all is seen his name, And every one admits his claim; Even the image of the Lord Is not with greater zeal adored. Strange fancy of the human race! Half sinner frail, half child of grace, We see Herr Werther of the story In all the pomp of woodcut glory. His worth is first made duly known, By having his sad features shown At every fair the country round; In every alehouse, too, they're found. His stick is pointed by each dunce; "The ball would reach his brain at once!" And each says, o'er his beer and bread: "Thank Heaven, that 'tis not we are dead!"
# The Works of J. W. von Goethe/Volume 9/Constancy in Change

CONSTANCY IN CHANGE.
Could this early bliss but rest Constant for one single hour! But e'en now the humid west Scatters many a vernal shower. Should the verdure give me joy? 'Tis to it I owe the shade; Soon will storms its bloom destroy, Soon will Autumn bid it fade.
​Eagerly thy portion seize, If thou wouldst possess the fruit! Fast begin to ripen these, And the rest already to shoot. With each heavy storm of rain Change comes o'er thy valley fair; Once, alas! but not again Can the same stream hold thee e'er.
And thyself, what erst at least Firm as rocks appeared to rise, Walls and palaces thou seest But with ever-changing eyes. Fled for ever now the lip That with kisses used to glow, And the foot, that used to skip O'er the mountain, like the roe.
And the hand, so true and warm, Ever raised in charity, And the cunning-fashioned form,— All are now changed utterly. And what used to bear thy name When upon yon spot it stood, Like a rolling billow came, Hastening on to join the flood.
Be then the beginning found With the end in unison, Swifter than the forms around Are themselves now fleeting on! Thank the merit in thy breast, Thank the mould within thy heart, That the Muses' favour blest Ne'er will perish, ne'er depart.
# The Works of J. W. von Goethe/Volume 9/Comfort in Tears

COMFORT IN TEARS.
How is it that thou art so sad When others are so gay? Thou hast been weeping—nay, thou hast! Thine eyes the truth betray.
​"And if I may not choose but weep. Is not my grief mine own? No heart was heavier yet for tears— Oh, leave me, friend, alone!"
Come join this once the merry band, They call aloud for thee, And mourn no more for what is lost, But let the past go free.
"Oh, little know ye in your mirth, What wrings my heart so deep! I have not lost the idol yet, For which I sigh and weep."
Then rouse thee and take heart! thy blood Is young and full of fire; Youth should have hope and might to win, And wear its best desire.
"Oh, never may I hope to gain What dwells from me so far; It stands as high, it looks as bright, As yonder burning star."
Why, who would seek to woo the stars Down from their glorious sphere? Enough it is to worship them, When nights are calm and clear.
"Oh, I look up and worship too— My star it shines by day— Then let me weep the livelong night The whilst it is away."
# The Works of J. W. von Goethe/Volume 9/Charade

CHARADE.
Two words there are, both short, of beauty rare, Whose sounds our lips so often love to frame, But which with clearness never can proclaim The things whose own peculiar stamp they bear.
'Tis well in days of age and youth so fair, One on the other boldly to inflame; And if those words together linked we name, A blissful rapture we discover there.
But now to give them pleasure do I seek, And in myself my happiness would find; I hope in silence, but I hope for this: Gently, as loved ones' names, those words to speak, To see them both within one image shrined, Both in one being to embrace with bliss.
# The Works of J. W. von Goethe/Volume 9/Christel

CHRISTEL.
My senses ofttimes are oppressed, Oft stagnant is my blood; But when by Christel's sight I'm blest I feel my strength renewed. I see her here, I see her there, And really cannot tell The manner how, the when, the where, The why I love her well.
If with the merest glance I view Her black and roguish eyes, And gaze on her black eyebrows too, My spirit upward flies. Has any one a mouth so sweet, Such love-round cheeks as she? Ah, when the eye her beauties meet, It ne'er content can be.
And when in airy German dance I clasp her form divine, ​So quick we whirl, so quick advance, What rapture then like mine! And when she's giddy, and feels warm, I cradle her, poor thing, Upon my breast, and in mine arm,— I'm then a very king!
And when she looks with love of me, Forgetting all but this, When pressed against my bosom, she Exchanges kiss for kiss, All through my marrow runs a thrill, Runs e'en my foot along! I feel so well, I feel so ill, I feel so weak, so strong!
Would that such moments ne'er would end! The day ne'er long I find; Could I the night too with her spend, E'en then I should not mind. If she were in mine arms but held, To quench love's thirst I'd try; And could my torments not be quell'd, Upon her breast would die.
# The Works of J. W. von Goethe/Volume 9/Coptic Song

COPTIC SONG.
Howe'er they may wrangle, your pundits and sages, And love of contention infects all the breed, All the philosophers, search through all ages, Join with one voice in the following creed: Fools from their folly 'tis hopeless to stay! Mules will be mules, by the law of their mulishness; Then be advised, and leave fools to their foolishness, What from an ass can you get but a bray?
When Merlin I questioned, the old necromancer, As halo'd with light in his coffin he lay, I got from the wizard a similar answer, And thus ran the burden of what he did say: Fools from their folly 'tis hopeless to stay! Mules will be mules, by the law of their mulishness; Then be advised, and leave fools to their foolishness, What from an ass can be got but a bray?
And up on the wind-swept peaks of Armenia, And down in the depths, far hid from the day, Of the temples of Egypt and far Abyssinia This, and but this, was the gospel alway: Fools from their folly 'tis hopeless to stay! Mules will be mules, by the law of their mulishness; Then be advised, and leave fools to their foolishness, What from an ass can be got but a bray?
# The Works of J. W. von Goethe/Volume 9/Courage

COURAGE.
Carelessly over the plain away. Where by the boldest man no path Cut before thee thou canst discern, Make for thyself a path!
Silence, loved one, my heart! Cracking, let it not break! Breaking, break not with thee!
# The Works of J. W. von Goethe/Volume 9/Declaration of War

DECLARATION OF WAR
Oh, would I resembled The country girls fair, Who rosy-red ribbons And yellow hats wear!
To believe I was pretty I thought was allowed; In the town I believed it When by the youth vowed.
Now that spring hath returned, All my joys disappear; The girls of the country Have lured him from here.
To change dress and figure, Was needful, I found, My bodice is longer, My petticoat round.
My hat now is yellow, My bodice like snow; The clover to sickle With others I go.
Something pretty, ere long Midst the troop he explores; The eager boy signs me To go within doors.
​I bashfully go,— Who I am, he can't trace; He pinches my cheeks, And he looks in my face.
The town girl now threatens You maidens with war; Her twofold charms pledges Of victory are.
# Tillier v. Whitehead

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1788.
TILLIER verʃus WHITEHEAD.
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‘‘mercantile Houfe, except that known under the fims of ‘‘ Clement
" Biddle and Col. and Rudolph Tillier.’’ There was not any proof, however, that Tillier knew of the authority which had been left by Biddle at the Bank ; but a clerk of the Bank proved that he had prefented notes drawn by Whitehead in the firm of “ Clement Biddle and Co. and Rudolph Tillier, ” and that on fuch occafions Tillier refered him to Whitehead for payment. It appeared alfo that Whitehead had received the proceeds of fome damaged tea which Tillier had fent to the city auction, giving a receipt in the name of ‘‘ Clement Biddle and Co. and Rudolph Tillier; ’’ that, in confequence of this, Tillier directed his clerk to forbid Whitehead's medling with any more of his money ; and that fometime afterwards, Tillier defired Whitehead to quit his counting houfe, declaring that he had nothing to do with him.
Two queftions were ftated for the Plaintiff– 1ft, Whether Clement Biddle and Rudolph Tillier were partners generally, or only for certain fpecific purpofes? and 2dly, Whether one partner can devolve over the right of ufing the firm, without the knoweldge and concurrence of the other?
To the firʃt queftion it was anfwered by the Defendant's Council, and allowed BY THE COURT, that the articles of Co-partnerfhip, being res inter alios acta, the limitations could not be known, and, therefore, ought not to affect the Defendant, if he acted under a legal authority.
With refpect to the ʃecond queftion, it was unanimoufly refolved by the court, that one, of two partners, may give an authority to a clerk under the firm of the houfe ; and that the clerk may, in confequence thereof, accept bills, and fign, or indorfe, notes, in the name of the company. And it was faid by M‘KEAN, Chieƒ Juʃtice, that this cafe could not be properly compared with the cafe of an ​
1788.
attorney without power of fubftitution ; for, the attorney cannot exceed the letter of his authority, being nothing more than an agent himfelf. But each partner is a principal ; and it is implied in the very nature of their connection, that each has a right to depute and appoint a clerk to act for both, in matters relative to their joint intereft.
Verdict for the Defendant.
Ingerʃoll for the Plaintiff–Bradƒord for the Defendant.
# Tillson v. United States

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# Tilt v. Kelsey

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United States Supreme Court
207 U.S. 43
Tilt v. Kelsey
Argued: and submitted January 28, 1907. --- Decided: October 21, 1907
This is a writ or error from this court to the surrogates' court of the county and state of New York, to review a judgment entered in that court in pursuance of an order of the court of appeals of that state. The judgment assessed a succession tax upon the personal estate of Albert Tilt, deceased, upon the ground that he was, at the time of his death, a resident of the state of New York. Before the assessment of the tax the estate of Tilt, who died testate, was fully administered in the courts of New Jersey, where the will was probated. In the course of the administration all the personal property, after paying debts, taxes, and charges of administration, was distributed by the executors to the beneficiaries under the will. A reversal of the judgment of the surrogates' court is sought for the reason that it did not give full faith and credit to the judicial proceedings of the state of New Jersey, as required by the Constitution and laws of the United States.
Mr. William G. Wilson for plaintiffs in error.
[Argument of Counsel from page 44 intentionally omitted]
Mr. George M. Judd for defendant in error.
[Argument of Counsel from page 45 intentionally omitted]
Mr. Justice Moody delivered the opinion of the court:

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# Tillman v. United States/Opinion of the Court

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United States Supreme Court
395 U.S. 830
John P. TILLMAN et al. v. UNITED STATES.
The motion for leave to proceed in forma pauperis and the petition for a writ of certiorari as to petitioner Fox are granted. The judgment is vacated in part and the case is remanded to the United States District Court for the Northern District of Georga for further consideration in light of Alderman v. United States, 394 U.S. 165, 89 S.Ct. 961, 22 L.Ed.2d 176. Mr. Justice BLACK dissents. As to all other petitioners the petition for a writ of certiorari is denied.

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# Tillson v. United States (129 U.S. 101)

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United States Supreme Court
129 U.S. 101
Tillson v. United States
H. E. Paine, for appellants.
Asst. Atty. Gen. Howard and W. I. Hill, for United States.
GRAY, J.

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# Tillman v. United States

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United States Supreme Court
395 U.S. 830
John P. TILLMAN et al. v. UNITED STATES.
Howard Moore, Jr., for petitioners.
Solicitor General Griswold, Assistant Attorney General Wilson and Beatrice Rosenberg, for the United States.
On Petition for Writ of Certiorari to the United States Court of Appeals for the Fifth Circuit.
PER CURIAM.

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# These are the Idiots chiefest arts

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From Notebook c.1808-1811 p.38. See also: Satiric verses and epigrams.

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THESE are the idiots’ chiefest arts: To blend and not define the parts The swallow sings, in courts of kings, That fools have their high finishings.
5 And this the princes’ golden rule, The laborious stumble of a fool. To make out the parts is the wise man’s aim, But to loose them the fool makes his foolish game.
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These are the Idiots chiefest artst To blend & not define the Parts The Swallow sings in Courts of Kings That Fools have their high finishings 5And this the Princes golden rule
The Laborious stumble of a Fool To make out the parts is the wise mans aim But to lose them the Fool makes his foolish Game
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## Notes

* ↑ The Poetical Works of William Blake, including the unpublished French Revolution together with the Minor Prophetic Books and Selections from The Four Zoas, Milton & Jerusalem; edited with an introduction and textual notes by John Sampson, Hon. D.Litt. Oxon., 1862–1931. London, New York: Oxford University Press, 1908.
* ↑ 3 The swallow sings] Let it be told MS. 1st rdg. del.
* ↑ "The Complete Poetry & Prose of William Blake", ed. by David V. Erdman, Anchor Books, 1988, p. 513.
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# There’s an isle far away on the breast of the sea...

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There's an isle far away on the breast of the sea, A gem that is set in the stars of the bay, And it lives in the hearts of the wanderers who stray, (And begob it's too good for such spalpeens as ye!)
Oh the sorrow on them that have sailed from its swards! On the thoughts that they think and the sighs that they sigh! Is it liquor alone that is dimming their eye? (With the graft that they get from misvotin' the wards.)
Oh, oft to that isle the fond memory flies! To the brooks where they sported, so young and so chaste And the dear drowsy shores that they left in such haste (For the stealin' of cows and the tellin' of lies.)
There the soft fleecy clouds on the mountains repose, And the breeze is a kiss and perfume to the mind, And love reigns supreme and peace sits enshrined. (So shut your damned mouth or I'll break your damned nose.)
Oh the men of the isle are all loyal and bold And the women are lovely and fair to the eye; Ochone for the ones who left with a sigh. (Betrayin' their friends for the Englishman's gold.)
Oh never the love of that island shall slack As long as her sons shall roam the world round, For a country so beautiful will ne'er be found. (God pity the bastards that have to go back.)
# These held their Wick above the West—

These held their Wick above the West — Till when the Red declined — Or how the Amber aided it — Defied to be defined —
Then waned without disparagement In a dissembling Hue That would not let the Eye decide Did it abide or no —
# These are the days that Reindeer love

These are the days that Reindeer love And pranks the Northern star — This is the Sun's objective, And Finland of the Year.
# These are the days when Birds come back—

* "Indian Summer" in Poems (1890)
* "These are the days when birds come back" in The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson (1924)
# There’s a Green Grave in Ireland

Printed in The Hub Club Quill (vol. 2 no. 3), of March 1904
There's a green grave in Ireland, Where my heart lies buried deep; Where Mary, my fond sweetheart, Rests in her dreamless sleep: We loved when both our hearts were young, And hope throbbed in each breast; But nevermore has hope been mine Since Mary sank to rest!
I've lived through many weary years, Since on that summer morn Sweet Mary gave her farewell kiss And left me all forlorn: I hear her sweet voice calling me, I have not long to stay; Bright hope will once again be mine When death bids me away!
There's a green grave in Ireland, Where my heart lies buried deep; Oh, lay me there beside my love, In my last, dreamless sleep!
# Thom's Irish Who's Who/Coffey, Denis Joseph

​COFFEY, Denis Joseph, M.A., LL.D., M.B., B.Ch. Educ.: Catholic University, Dublin; formerly Prof. of Physiology and Dean of the Faculty at the Catholic Univ. School of Medicine; Lecturer in Physiology at St. Patrick's, Maynooth; worked at Univs. of Louvain, Leipsic, Madrid, etc.; Fellow of the old R.U.I.; member of the Royal Commission on Trinity Coll. and the Univ. of Dublin, 1906. President of Univ. Coll., Dublin, from 1908; Pro-Vice-Chancellor, N.U.I, from 1913; member of the Physiological Society and of the Society Scientifique de Bruxelles. Res.: 41 Fitzwilliam Square, Dublin.
# Thom's Irish Who's Who/Cogan, Denis J.

​COGAN, Denis J., wholesale provision merchant, Dublin; b. 1859; m. 1st, 1886, Elizabeth, dau. of John Murphy, of Laragh, Co. Wicklow; 2nd, 1915, Marie, dau. or John P. Butler, J.P., Stockbroker, Southill, Blackrock, Co. Dublin. Member of Wicklow County Council; of Dublin Corporation; of Council of Agriculture: General Council of County Councils; and Royal Dublin Society; M.P. for East Wicklow, 1900-07. Res.: Ardlui, Cowper Road, Dublin.