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# Lustra/Provincia Deserta

Provincia Deserta
At Rochecoart, Where the hills part in three ways, And three valleys, full of winding roads, Fork out to south and north, There is a place of trees . . . gray with lichen, I have walked there thinking of old days. At Chalais is a pleached arbour; Old pensioners and old protected women Have the right there— it is charity. I have crept over old rafters, peering down Over the Dronne, over a stream full of lilies. Eastward the road lies, Aubeterre is eastward, With a garrulous old man at the inn.
I know the roads in that place: Mareuil to the north-east, La Tour, There are three keeps near Mareuil, And an old woman, glad to hear Arnaut, Glad to lend one dry clothing.
I have walked into Perigord, I have seen the torch-flames, high-leaping, Painting the front of that church, And, under the dark, whirling laughter. I have looked back over the stream and seen the high building, Seen the long minarets, the white shafts. I have gone in Ribeyrac and in Sarlat, I have climbed rickety stairs, heard talk of Croy, Walked over En Bertran's old layout, Have seen Narbonne, and Cahors and Chalus, Have seen Excideuil, carefully fashioned.
I have said: "Here such a one walked. "Here Cœur-de-Lion was slain. "Here was good singing. "Here one man hastened his step. "Here one lay panting."
I have looked south from Hautefort, thinking of Montaignac, southward. I have lain in Rocafixada, level with sunset, Have seen the copper come down tinging the mountains, I have seen the fields, pale, clear as an emerald, Sharp peaks, high spurs, distant castles. I have said: "The old roads have lain here. "Men have gone by such and such valleys "Where the great halls are closer together." I have seen Foix on its rock, seen Toulouse, and Arles greatly altered, I have seen the ruined "Dorata." I have said: "Riquier! Guido." I have thought of the second Troy, Some little prized place in Auvergnat: Two men tossing a coin, one keeping a castle, One set on the highway to sing. He sang a woman. Auvergne rose to the song; The Dauphin backed him. "The castle to Austors!" "Pieire kept the singing— "A fair man and a pleasant." He won the lady, Stole her away for himself, kept her against armed force:
So ends that story. That age is gone; Pieire de Maensac is gone. I have walked over these roads; I have thought of them living.
# Lustra/Our Contemporaries

Our Contemporaries
When the Taihaitian princess Heard that he had decided, She rushed out into the sunlight and swarmed up a cocoanut palm tree,
But he returned to this island And wrote ninety Petrarchan sonnets.
Note.—Il s'agit d'un jeune poète qui a suivi le culte de Gauguin jusqu'à Tahiti même (et qui vit encore). Étant fort bel homme, quand la princesse bistre entendit qu'il voulait lui accorder ses faveurs elle montra son allegresse de la façon dont nous venons de parler. Malheureusement ses poèmes ne sont remplis que de ses propres subjectivités, style Victorien de la "Georgian Anthology."
# Lustra/Sennin Poem by Kakuhaku

Sennin Poem by Kakuhaku
The red and green kingfishers flash between the orchids and clover, One bird casts its gleam on another.
Green vines hang through the high forest, They weave a whole roof to the mountain, The lone man sits with shut speech, He purrs and pats the clear strings.
He throws his heart up through the sky, He bites through the flower pistil and brings up a fine fountain. The red-pine-tree god looks on him and wonders. He rides through the purple smoke to visit the sennin, He takes "Floating Hill" by the sleeve, He claps his hand on the back of the great water sennin.
But you, you dam'd crowd of gnats, Can you even tell the age of a turtle?
* Name of a sennin.
# Lustra/Papyrus

Papyrus
Spring. . . Too long. . . Gongula. . .
# Men-at-the-Bar/Broadwood, James Henri Tschudi

​Broadwood, James Henri Tschudi, B.A. Trin. Coll., Camb., a student of the Inner Temple 22 March, 1878 (aged 23), called to the bar 3 May, 1882 (eldest son of Henry Fowler Broadwood, of Lyne, Surrey); born 21 Nov., 1854.
    Lyne, Horsham; 52, St. George's Square, S.W.
# Men-at-the-Bar/Brodrick, William Bentinck Balleine

​Brodrick, William Bentinck Balleine, a student of the Inner Temple 17 Jan., 1881 (then aged 21), called to the bar 17 Nov., 1883 (3rd son of Charles Cumberland Brodrick, of St. Helier's, Jersey); born 25 Jan., 1860 (see Foster's Our Noble and Gentle Families).
    3, Hare Court, Temple, E.C.
# Men-at-the-Bar/Broadwood, Edward

​Broadwood, Edward, B.A. New Coll., Oxon, from Harrow, a student of Lincoln's Inn 21 Nov., 1874, called to the bar 17 Nov., 1881 (4th son of Thomas Broadwood, Esq., late of Holmbush, Sussex); born 31 Aug., 1853; married 28 May, 1878, Blanche Stewart, youngest dau. of Rev. Canon Borrer, rector of Hurstpierpoint and treasurer of Chichester.
    25, Ovington Square, S.W.
# Men-at-the-Bar/Brodrick, George Charles

​Brodrick, Hon. George Charles, F.R.G.S., LL.B. London Univ. 1858, and a member of Convocation, M.A. (fellow) Merton Coll., Oxon, Warden since 1881, 1st class in moderations, classics, law and history schools, Arnold essay prize 1854, English essay prize 1854 Balliol Coll., Oxon, from Eton, member of London School Board (Westminster) Nov., 1876–9, author of English Land and English Landlords, joint editor of Judgments of the Judicial Committee of the Privy Council, a student of Lincoln's Inn 23 Oct., 1856 (then aged 25), called to the bar 10 June, 1859 (2nd son of William John, Viscount Midleton, late dean of Exeter, dec.); born 5 May, 1831 (see Foster's Peerage, V. Midleton).
    Merton College, Oxford; Athenæum Club.
# Men-at-the-Bar/Broadley, Alexander Meyrick

​Broadley, Alexander Meyrick, avocat défenseur at the French bar 1883, advocate of consular court Tunis, North Africa, 1872, senior counsel for Arabi Pacha at the court martial held at Cairo Dec., 1882, special correspondent of the Times 1880–2, author of Tunis Past and Present, A History of Freemasonry in Malta, and of How we Defended Arabi, a student of Lincoln's Inn 16 Nov., 1866 (then aged 19), called to the bar 7 June, 1869 (elder son of Rev. Alexander Broadley, vicar of Bradpole, Dorset, canon of Sarum); born 19 July, 1847.
    Cairo, Egypt; 12, King's Bench Walk, Temple, E.C.
# Men-at-the-Bar/Broadmead, James Bucknell

​Broadmead, James Bucknell, B.A., Trin. Coll., Camb., 1872, goes the Western circuit, a student of the Inner Temple 11 Nov. 1870 (then aged 21), called to the bar 26 Jan., 1874 (eldest son of Thomas Palfrey Broadmead, Esq., of Enmore Park, Bridgwater Somerset); born , 1849; married 14 Nov., 1878, Angelina Isabella, younger dau. of late Henry James Hoare, of Morden Lodge, Surrey, and has issue (see Foster's Baronetage).
    27, Warwick Square, S.W.; 1, Hare Court, Temple, E.C.; United University Club.
# Men-at-the-Bar/Broadmead, Thomas Palfrey

​Broadmead, Thomas Palfrey, M.A., Trin. Coll., Camb., 1847, seventh senior optime 1844, high sheriff Somerset 1882, J.P., D.L., a student of the Inner Temple 17 Jan., 1844 (then aged 21), called to the bar 30 April, 1847 (only son of Philip Broadmead, Esq., of Milverton, Somerset, J.P., D.L.); born 29 April, 1822; married 16 Aug., 1848, Harriet, only child of late James Bucknell, Esq., of Cork, and of Crowcombe, Somerset, and has issue.
    Enmore Park, Bridgwater; Olands, Milverton, Somerset.
# Men-at-the-Bar/Brodhurst, Henry

​Brodhurst, Henry, a student of Lincoln's Inn 9 Nov., 1820 (aged 23), called to the bar 25 Nov., 1825 (3rd son of William Brodhurst, Esq., of Mansfield, Notts); born , 1797.
    Dale Close, Mansfield.
# Men-at-the-Bar/Brodie-Innes, John William

​Brodie-Innes, John William, B.A. St. John's Coll., Camb., a student of Lincoln's Inn 4 Nov., 1872 (then aged 24), called to the bar 28 June, 1876 (only son of Rev. John Brodie-Innes, of Milton Brodie, co. Moray, N.B.); born 10 March, 1848; married 4 June, 1879, Frances Annesley, eldest dau. of Rev. Charles Voysey, and has issue.
    Milton Brodie, Forres, N.B.; The Orchard, Bedford Park, Chiswick; 8, New Court, Serle Street, W.C.
# Men-at-the-Bar/Brogden, Thomas William

​Brogden, Thomas William, M.A., St. John's Coll., Camb., 1870, goes the Midland circuit, a student of the Middle Temple 12 Nov., 1864, called to the bar 17 Nov., 1868 (son of Thomas John Nathaniel Brogden, of Lincoln, newspaper proprietor); born , .
    1, New Court, Temple, E.C.
# McPhaul v. Lapsley

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United States Supreme Court
87 U.S. 264
McPhaul v. Lapsley

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# McNutt v. McHenry Chevrolet Company

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United States Supreme Court
298 U.S. 190
McNutt v. McHenry Chevrolet Company
Argued: April 1, 1936. --- Decided: May 18, 1936
Appeal from the District Court of the United States for the Southern District of Indiana.
Messrs. Philip Lutz, Jr., Atty. Gen., Joseph W. Hutchinson, Asst. Atty. Gen., and Leo M. Gardner, of Indianapolis, Ind., for appellants.
Messrs. John Thomas Smith, Phillip W. Haberman, and Duane R. Dills, all of New York City, and Paul Y. Davis, of Indianapolis, Ind., for appellee.
Mr. Chief Justice HUGHES delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# McNulty v. California

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United States Supreme Court
149 U.S. 645
McNulty v. California
W. H. H. Hart, Atty. Gen. Cal., for the motion.
Carroll Cook, opposed.
Mr. Chief Justice FULLER delivered the opinion of the court.

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# McNutt v. General Motors Acceptance Corporation of Indiana

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United States Supreme Court
298 U.S. 178
McNutt v. General Motors Acceptance Corporation of Indiana
Argued: April 1, 1936. --- Decided: May 18, 1936
Appeal from the District Court of the United States for the Southern District of Indiana.
Messrs. Philip Lutz, Jr., Atty. Gen., Joseph W. Hutchinson, Asst. Atty. Gen., and Leo M. Gardner, of Indianapolis, Ind., for appellants.
Messrs. John Thomas Smith, Phillip W. Haberman, and Duane R. Dills, all of New York City, and Paul Y. Davis, of Indianapolis, Ind., for appellee.
Mr. Chief Justice HUGHES delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Mechling Barge Lines, Inc. v. United States (376 U.S. 375)

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United States Supreme Court
376 U.S. 375
Mechling Barge Lines, Inc. v. United States
Argued: Feb. 18, 1964. --- Decided: March 23, 1964
See 377 U.S. 960, 84 S.Ct. 1625.
Edward B. Hayes, Harold E. Spencer, Chicago, Ill., and Frank I. Goodman, Beverly Hills, Cal., for appellants.
H. Neil Garson, Washington, D.C., and Richard J. Murphy, Chicago, Ill., for appellees.
Mr. Justice CLARK delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Mecom v. Fitzsimmons Drilling Company

United States Supreme Court
284 U.S. 183
Mecom v. Fitzsimmons Drilling Company
Argued: Oct. 22, 23, 1931. --- Decided: Nov 23, 1931
Messrs. Roy F. Ford and S. J. Montgomery, both of Tulsa, Okl., for petitioner.
Messrs. T. Austin Gavin, of Tulsa, Okl., George F. Short, of Oklahoma City, Okl., and Horace H. Hagan, of Tulsa, Okl., for respondents.
Mr. Justice ROBERTS delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Meda: a Tale of the Future

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MEDA:
A TALE OF THE FUTURE.
AS RELATED BY
KENNETH FOLINGSBY.
printed for private circulation.
PREFACE.
"Meda: a Tale of the Future," was written during the year 1888. Some friends having seen the MS. expressed a desire to have printed copies. To gratify the wishes of these indulgent readers this little book has been printed. If a copy should by chance fall into the hands of any "outside friendship's pale," the author would crave mercy at their hands.
* Introduction
* Part I
* Part II
* Part III
* Part IV
* Part V
* Part VI
* Part VII
* Part VIII
* Part IX
* Part X
* Part XI
* Part XII
* Part XIII
* Part XIV
* Part XV
# Maryland, my Maryland, and other poems/Pelham

Originally published in the Mobile Register newspaper, May 20, 1894. The poem is about "Gallant Pelham", a much-lauded artillery officer from the American Civil War.
PELHAM
Just as the Spring came laughing through the strife, With all its gorgeous cheer; In the bright April of historic life, Fell the great cannoneer.
A wondrous lulling of a hero's breath, His bleeding country weeps; Hushed in the alabaster arms of Death, Our young Marcellus sleeps.
Nobler and grander than the Child of Rome, Curbing his chariot steeds; The knightly scion of a Southern home, Dazzled the land with deeds.
Gentlest and bravest in the battle's brunt, The Champion of the Truth He won banner in the very front Of our immortal youth.
A clang of sabres 'mid Virginian snow, The fiery pang of shells— And there's a wail of immemorial woe In Alabama dells.
The pennon droops that led the sacred band Along the crimson field; The meteor blade sinks from the nerveless hand Over the spotless shield.
We gazed and gazed upon that beauteous face, While 'round the lips and eyes, Couched in their marble slumber, flashed the grace Of a divine surprise.
O Mother of a blessed soul on high! Thy tears may soon be shed— Think of thy boy with princes of the sky, Among the Southern Dead.
How must he smile on this dull world beneath, Favored with swift renown; He with the martyr's amaranthine wreath Twining the victor's crown!
# Maryland, my Maryland, and other poems/Speaking Eyes

SPEAKING EYES
There are some faces, rarely met, That weave a weird and winsome spell, Just as the songs we ne’er forget Of Kubla Khan and Christabel; And these—so strange and fine—eclipse The silken swarm of rosebud dyes— Though silence loiters on the lips, Sad poems warble with the eyes.
And such a face, sweet child, is thine, Thine in the blossom of thy days— Ah! woe is me! that love of mine Should nestle in that magic gaze! We met but once, and ’mid my brain The flames of sorcery arise— Oh! should we ever meet again, Speak to me, darling, with thine eyes!
Through many lands I sought to find Some idol nobler than the Past; No more a pilgrim pale and blind, I’ve found thee, loveliest, at last! At last, I scan thy warm, white brow, At last, the Mecca planets rise— The wizard charm is on me now— Speak to me, darling, with thine eyes!
And with thine eyes, beloved, speak The subtle thought that keeps me strong, The sacred hope that fires my cheek In combat with the base and wrong. Better the everlasting night Than glittering with the world’s disguise, But while the Heaven is in their light, Speak to me, darling, with thine eyes!
My days are dark, and still I think To claim thee in this globe of ours— Brimming the swart Vesuvian brink Volcanic brows are fringed with flowers; Together, by eternal meads That broaden up to healthier skies, My heart shall answer with its deeds What thou art speaking with thine eyes!
Written in 1863.
# Maryland, my Maryland, and other poems/Palinodia

PALINODIA
Though it leave me ashes, I will thrust This Etna from my breast, My times have been tumultuous, they shall know The ecstacy of rest.
They marred the work of heaven when they scoff’d My unpolluted truth— Oh, it was death to feel the venom-dews Trickling the veins of youth!
My mind was swung in blindness, like a cloud, O’er caverns of despair; My soul was a dead Carthage, with a doomed And baffled Roman there.
Stung by the blare and trespass of the world, I cursed it, on my knees, Where, in its cell, monastic Amazon Hymns to the cloistered trees.
I wrestled with my soul when twilight fowls Began their rigadoon, Where the lost cypress, like Ophelia, mourns Above the gaunt lagoon.
Dumb with disaster, we did grapple on, Like Ghibbeline and Guelph; Though I could flee all other things beside, I could not flee—myself.
Yes! I have pillaged the forbidden boughs Of all their stealthy lore; The fruit that shed its dust upon my lips Was from Gomorrha’s shore.
Love! I will cleanse those lips at Siloe’s pool, Incumbent to the sod; I look upon my Past, as Pagan’s look Upon their cloven god.
Love! will kneel at holier knees again, With sin-abashing brow, And learn a new Philosophy from Faith To save me from the slough.
Love! it was thy meek eyes and gentle words That gave my spirit sight, And it will follow thee to higher laws Through the dim Vale of Night.
# Maryland, my Maryland, and other poems/Placide Bossier

PLACIDE BOSSIER
Ah, friend! in the tender College time No evil deed could stain thee, And now ’mid the combat’s iron chime, In purity they’ve slain thee. Sans peur et sans reproche to live, Sans peur the foe defying— Sans peur et sans reproche we give Thy epitaph when dying.
When the Southern bullet sang the knell Of the butchering invader, Then—then triumphantly he fell, Our spotless young Crusader; With the loud hurrah and the dauntless tramp Of the charging Creole yoemen, He fell where the Cherubim encamp, With his face to the flying foemen.
The blood moon guides its torch of night Through the smoke envolumed valleys, And the hillocks tell where the reddest fight Shook the quick, convulsive vollies; In the foremost phalanx he shall rest His head in the dust declining, The rifle shielding the soldier breast— The cross on the saint-heart shining!
# Maryland, my Maryland, and other poems/Sarcastic

SARCASTIC
Loud sir, I am —Myself o’er thrown By your tremendous racket; But let us see In what degree That you and I most lack it.
A wise old saw Hath made it law— (Now all your ears displaying) That lions quell Their roar a spell, When jackasses are a-braying.
# Maryland, my Maryland, and other poems/Resurgam

RESURGAM
Teach me, my God, to bear my cross, As thine was borne; Teach me to make of every loss A crown of thorn. Give me Thy patience and Thy strength With every breath, Until my lingering days at length Shall welcome death.
Dear Jesus, I believe that Thou Did’st rise again, Instill the spirit in me now That conquers pain. Give me the grace to cast aside All vain desire, All the fierce throbbing of a pride That flames like fire.
Give me the calm that Dante wrought From sensual din; The peace that errant Woolsey sought From stalwart sin. I seek repose upon Thy breast With child-like prayer; Oh let me find the heavenly rest And mercy there!
If I have, in rebellious ways, Profaned my life; If I have filled my daring days With worldly strife; If I have shunned the narrow path In crime to fall— Lead me from th’ abode of wrath And pardon all!
Banished from Thee! where shall I find For my poor soul A safe retreat from storms that blind, Or seas that roll? Come to me, Christ, ere I, forlorn, Sink ’neath the wave, And on this blessed Easter morn A lost one save!
# Maryland, my Maryland, and other poems/Stone Apples

STONE APPLES
’Mid the shimmer of lamps and the redowa’s dash, Where the trumpet the thick-tongued song salutes— ’Mid the flutter of gauze and the diamond’s flash, ’Mid the masquerade of flutes!
The boreal wind outside was keen, And the heavens had frosty eyes that night; Within was the realm of a tropic queen, Auroral with delight.
Amiddle the foam of the frescoed ships On the pictured walls were the genii grim; And the languid lotus, with chaliced lips, Was nectared to the brim.
Here bevies of blondes with hyacinth hair, Flirt their silver arms ’mid the fervid dance; And the dusk-eyed brunette wreathes her snare Through the sensuous advance.
The vivid, voluptuous waltz is done, But the beaux are busy as they can be; The buzzing butterflies round the sun Of a dazzling coterie.
But I, in the wavering whirl of mirth Cast gloom and glamour far and wide; To me ’twas the emptiness of earth— The feast of the Barmecide.
And there in a niche by the colonnade, Alone with the crisp and biting breeze, I counted the curves by the river made, And the grenadier-like trees.
And I vow that the cold and dark to me Were better than melody, wit and wine, For I saw, what never on earth should be, Under the chill moonshine.
I saw by the sinewy river side A willowy cottage, neat and white, Where the bayou ripples prank and glide To the clover aleft and right.
And a damsel, shaming the damsels here, With nought of their satin and silk and pearls, She—in a modest, maidenly sphere, They—like the Gwazee girls!
Oh, how I worshipped you then and there, The mother of God alone can tell— With the bandeau dimming your starry hair, And your hand in mine, Estelle!
Lo! the boreal wind blew warm and soft, And the heavens had gentle eyes for all— I looked, with a gallant smile, aloft, And my spirit had no gall.
My steps were turned to the ball again, With an arching front and a springy tread— “Oh, she is an angel to this train; She is better than any,” I said.
And better is she, sweet child, away In that willowy cottage, neat and white, For she is the darlingest bird of day, But these are the birds of night.
The dear God nestles her eyes in sleep, And her visions are beautiful and serene; The dawn has nothing for her to weep, With a flushed, disheveled mien.
And I swear, as I murmured things like these, And even the revelry seemed but good, I saw, ’mid its giddiest ecstacies, My Violet of the Wood.
Not in the garb of the olden days, But tricked with a tinselry of toys— And she frowned as she met my eager gaze, And she smiled o’er the foppish joys.
And she, high and haughtily, brushed me by, To harvest the spoils of her fevered bliss— To drink in the honeyed laugh and lie, The honeyed serpent’s hiss.
Yes! the boreal wind cut keen and bleak, And the heavens had frosty eyes once more, For the apples I plucked from the Venus-cheek Were petrified to the core!
And I sighed to my heart: “My love is rash, Since these are the false and blasting fruits; I thrust it back ’mid the diamond’s flash, ’Mid the masquerade of flutes”!
# Maryland, my Maryland, and other poems/Refuge of Sinners

“REFUGE OF SINNERS”
Though loathsome sin, usurping grace, Should make my soul its dwelling place; Though Satan, with his host of flame, Combined to crush my spirit’s fame; I’d look to heav’n—avaunt despair! Because I have a Mother there.
Though man should couch foul slander’s dart To pierce with death my wounded heart; Though trusted friends, nay, all that’s dear Should flee my sight—without a tear, I’d waft on high an earnest prayer, Because I have a Mother there.
Though the poor beggar’s staff be mine, And all despise, I’ll not repine; Though hunger writes upon my cheek Its fatal mark, in Winter’s bleak; For heaven’s sake all this I’ll bear, Because I have a Mother there.
Though God should call to Him above, Snatching away mine early love; An earthly mother wrap away From hence to realms of endless day; I would not bid our dear Lord spare, Because I’d have two Mothers there.
When I am with the countless dead, When wild weeds riot o’er my head, One boon I ask, one favor crave: Let one true mourner guard my grave, And let my soul seek regions fair, Because it has a Mother there.