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# In Memory of My Dear Grandchild Elizabeth Bradstreet, Who Deceased August, 1665 Being a Year and a Half Old

Farewell dear babe, my heart's too much content, Farewell sweet babe, the pleasure of mine eye, Farewell fair flower that for a space was lent, Then ta'en away unto eternity. Blest babe why should I once bewail thy fate, Or sigh the days so soon were terminate; Sith thou art settled in an everlasting state.
By nature trees do rot when they are grown. And plums and apples thoroughly ripe do fall, And corn and grass are in their season mown, And time brings down what is both strong and tall. But plants new set to be eradicate, And buds new blown, to have so short a date, Is by His hand alone that guides nature and fate.
--Anne Bradstreet, 1665
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# In Memory of Caroline Furness Jayne

"Could'st thou—thou, also, die, whom life so cherished?"
* Coates, Florence Earle (1909), "In Memory of Caroline Furness Jayne" in Lippincott's Monthly Magazine (October 1909).
* Coates, Florence Earle (1909), "In Memory of Caroline Furness Jayne" in Lyrics of Life (1909).
* Coates, Florence Earle (1916), "In Memory of Caroline Furness Jayne" in Poems II.

## References

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# In Memory: James T. Fields

JAMES T. FIELDS
As a guest who may not stay Long and sad farewells to say Glides with smiling face away,
Of the sweetness and the zest Of thy happy life possessed Thou hast left us at thy best.
Warm of heart and clear of brain, Of thy sun-bright spirit's wane Thou hast spared us all the pain.
Now that thou hast gone away, What is left of one to say Who was open as the day?
What is there to gloss or shun? Save with kindly voices none Speak thy name beneath the sun.
Safe thou art on every side, Friendship nothing finds to hide, Love's demand is satisfied.
Over manly strength and worth, At thy desk of toil, or hearth, Played the lambent light of mirth,—
Mirth that lit, but never burned; All thy blame to pity turned; Hatred thou hadst never learned.
Every harsh and vexing thing At thy home-fire lost its sting; Where thou wast was always spring.
And thy perfect trust in good, Faith in man and womanhood, Chance and change and time withstood.
Small respect for cant and whine, Bigot's zeal and hate malign, Had that sunny soul of thine.
But to thee was duty's claim Sacred, and thy lips became Reverent with one holy Name.
Therefore, on thy unknown way, Go in God's peace! We who stay But a little while delay.
Keep for us, O friend, where'er Thou art waiting, all that here Made thy earthly presence dear;
Something of thy pleasant past On a ground of wonder cast, In the stiller waters glassed!
Keep the human heart of thee; Let the mortal only be Clothed in immortality.
And when fall our feet as fell Thing upon the asphodel, Let thy old smile greet us well;
Proving in a world of bliss What we fondly dream in this,— Love is one with holiness!
# In Memory of Comrade Yakov Mikhailovich Sverdlov

* Recorded: End of March 1919; Published according to the gramophone records
* Translated: George Hanna
* Source: http://www.marxists.org/archive/lenin/works/1919/mar/x03.htm
All those who have worked day after day with Comrade Sverdlov, now realise full well that it was his exceptional organising talent which ensured for us that of which we have been so proud, and justly proud. He made it possible for us to carry on united, efficient, organised activities worthy of the organised proletarian masses, without which we could not have achieved success, and which answered fully the requirements of the proletarian revolution. The memory of Comrade Yakov Mikhailovich Sverdlov will serve not only as a symbol of the revolutionary's devotion to his cause, not only as the model of how to combine a practical, sober mind, practical ability, the closest contact with the masses and ability to guide them, but also a pledge that ever-growing masses of proletarians will march forward to the complete victory of the communist revolution.
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# Interim Report (TRC Canada)

page –
Truth and Reconciliation Commission of Canada: Interim Report
2012
Truth and Reconciliation Commission of Canada, 2012
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Telephone: (204) 984-5885
Toll Free: 1-888-872-5554 (1-888-TRC-5554)
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Library and Archives Canada Cataloguing in Publication
Truth and Reconciliation Commission of Canada Truth and Reconciliation Commission of Canada interim report.
Issued also in French under title: Commission de vérité et réconciliation du Canada, rapport intérimaire. Includes bibliographical references. Electronic monograph in PDF format. Issued also in printed form. ISBN ISBN 978-1-100-19994-8 Cat. no.: IR4-3/1-2012E-PDF
1. Truth and Reconciliation Commission of Canada—Management. 2. Native peoples—Canada—Residential schools. 3. Native peoples—Reparations—Canada. 4. Native peoples—Civil rights—Canada. 5. Truth commissions—Canada—Management. 6. Native peoples—Canada--Government relations. 7. Transitional justice—Canada. I. Title.
Table of Contents
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# Interior

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* "Interior", a poem by Carl Sandburg (1918)
* "Interior", a poem by Dorothy Parker (1928)
# Holy Thursday (Blake, 1789)

This poem was originally published in the collection Songs of Innocence (1789).
# Holy Week

Holy Week.
The Cathedral Library Association, 571 Fifth Avenue, New York.
* Holy Week
* Palm Sunday
* Tenebrae
* Maundy Thursday
* Good Friday
* Holy Saturday
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# Holy Willie's Prayer

* "Holy Willie's Prayer", in The Beauties of Burn's Poems (1819), a chapbook printed in Falkirk
* "Holy Willie's Prayer", in The Poetical Works of Robert Burns (1887), edited by Alexander Smith
# Holy Thursday (Notebook)

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From Notebook, p. 103, reversed. First draft of the poem Holy Thursday (Blake, 1794) in Songs of Experience
Holy Thursday
Is this a holy thing to see In a rich & fruitful land, Babes reduced to misery? Fed with cold & usurous hand?
Is that trembling cry a song? Can it be a song of joy? And so great a number poor? 'Tis is a land of poverty.
And their sun does never shine, And their fields are bleak & bare. And their ways are fill'd with thorns. 'Tis eternal winter there.
But where'er the sun does shine, And where'er the rain does fall: Babe can never hunger there, Nor poverty the mind appall.
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# International Association of Machinists Tool and Die Makers Lodge No. 35 v. National Labor Relations Board

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United States Supreme Court
311 U.S. 72
International Association of Machinists Tool and Die Makers Lodge No. 35 v. National Labor Relations Board
Argued: Oct. 24, 1940. --- Decided: Nov 12, 1940
See 311 U.S. 729, 61 S.Ct. 314, 85 L.Ed. --.
Mr. Joseph A. Padway, of Washington, D.C., for petitioner.
Messrs. Robert H. Jackson, Atty. Gen., and Robert B. Watts, of Washington, D.C., for respondent.
Mr. Justice DOUGLAS delivered the opinion of the Court.

## Notes

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# International Association of Machinists v. Central Airlines, Inc.

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United States Supreme Court
372 U.S. 682
International Association of Machinists v. Central Airlines, Inc.
Argued: Feb. 19 and 20, 1963. --- Decided: April 15, 1963
See 373 U.S. 947, 83 S.Ct. 1533.
Charles J. Morris, Dallas, Tex., and Bernard Dunau, Washington, D.C., for petitioners.
Luther Hudson, Fort Worth, for respondent.
Mr. Justice WHITE delivered the opinion of the Court.

## Notes

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# International Association of Machinists v. Street

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## Concurring Opinions

    Douglas
    Whittaker

## Dissenting Opinion

    Black
United States Supreme Court
367 U.S. 740
International Association of Machinists v. Street
Argued: Jan. 17, 18, 1961. --- Decided: June 19, 1961
[Syllabus from pages 740-742 intentionally omitted]
Messrs. Lester P. Schoene and Milton Kramer, Washington, D.C., for appellants.
Mr. Sol. Gen. J. Lee Rankin, Washington, D.C., for the United States as intervenor.
Mr. E. Smythe Gambrell, Atlanta, Ga., for appellees.
Mr. Justice BRENNAN delivered the opinion of the Court.

## Notes

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# Is Shakespeare Dead?

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* IS SHAKESPEARE
* DEAD?
* FROM MY AUTOBIOGRAPHY
* Mark Twain
* HARPER & BROTHERS PUBLISHERS
* NEW YORK AND LONDON
* MCMIX
* Chapter 1
* Chapter 2
* Chapter 3
* Chapter 4
* Chapter 5
* Chapter 6
* Chapter 7
* Chapter 8
* Chapter 9
* Chapter 10
* Chapter 11
* Chapter 12
* Chapter 13
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
FRANCIS BACON
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# Is Mars Habitable?/front matter

IS MARS HABITABLE?
MACMILLAN AND CO., Limited LONDON • BOMBAY • CALCUTTA MELBOURNE
THE MACMILLAN COMPANY NEW YORK • BOSTON • CHICAGO ATLANTA • SAN FRANCISCO
THE MACMILLAN CO. OF CANADA, Ltd. TORONTO
# Irish Melodies/How oft has the Benshee cried

HOW OFT HAS THE BENSHEE CRIED.
I.
How oft has the Benshee cried!
How oft has death untied
Bright links that Glory wove,
Sweet bonds, entwiri'd by Love!
Peace to each manly soul that sleepeth! Rest to each faithful eye that weepeth!
Long may the fair and brave
Sigh o'er the hero's grave.
II.
We're fallen upon gloomy days*,
Star after star decays,
Every bright name, that shed
Light o'er the land, is fled.
Dark falls the tear of him who mourneth
Lost joy, or hope that ne'er returneth,
But brightly flows the tear,
Wept o'er a hero's bier!
III.
Oh! quench'd are our beacon lights—— Thou, of the hundred fights*!
Thou, on whose burning tongue†
Truth, peace and freedom hung!
Both mute—but long as valour shineth,
Or mercy's soul at war repineth,
So long shall Erin's pride
Tell how they liv'd and died.
* ↑ I have endeavoured here, without losing that Irish character, which it is ray object to preserve throughout this work, to allude to the sad and ominous fatality, by which England has been deprived of so many great and good men, at a moment when she most requires all the aids of talent and integrity.
* ↑ This designation, which has been applied to LORD NELSON before, is the title given to a celebrated Irish Hero, in a Poem by O'Gnive, the bard of O'Niel, which is quoted in the "Philosophical Survey of the South of Ireland." Page 433. "Con, of the hundred fights, sleep in thy grass-grown tomb, and upbraid not our defeats with thy victories!"
* ↑ Fox, "ultimus Romanorum."
# Irish Melodies/Oh! breathe not his name, let it sleep in the shade

OH! BREATHE NOT HIS NAME.
I.
Oh! breathe not his name, let it sleep in the shade
Where cold and unhonor'd his relics are laid:
Sad, silent and dark, be the tears that we shed,
As the night-dew that falls on the grass o'er his head!
II.
But the night-dew that falls, though in silence it weeps,
Shall brighten with verdure the grave where he sleeps,
And the tear that we shed, though in secret it rolls,
Shall long keep his memory green in our souls.
# Irish Melodies/Fly not yet, 'tis just the hour

FLY NOT YET.
I.
Fly not yet, 'tis just the hour
When pleasure, like the midnight flower
That scorns the eye of vulgar light,
Begins to bloom for sons of night,
And maids who love the moon!
'Twas but to bless these hours of shade
That beauty and the moon were made;
'Tis then their soft attractions glowing
Set the tides and goblets flowing.
Oh! stay,— Oh! stay,—
Joy so seldom weaves a chain
Like this to-night, that oh! 'tis pain
To break its links so soon.
II.
Fly not yet, the fount that play'd
In times of old through Ammon's shade*,
Though icy cold by day it ran,
Yet still, like souls of mirth, began
To burn when night was near:
And thus, should woman's heart and looks
At noon be cold as winter brooks,
Nor kindle till the night, returning,
Brings their genial hour for burning.
Oh! stay,— Oh! stay,—
When did morning ever break,
And find such beaming eyes awake
As those that sparkle here!
# Irish Melodies/Go where glory waits thee

FIRST NUMBER.
Rich and rare were the gems she wore, And a bright gold ring on her wand she bore;
IRISH MELODIES.
GO WHERE GLORY WAITS THEE.
I.
Go where glory waits thee,
But while fame elates thee,
Oh! still remember me.
When the praise thou meetest
To thine ear is sweetest,
Oh! then remember me.
Other arms may press thee,
Dearer friends caress thee,
All the joys that bless thee
Sweeter far may be;
But when friends are nearest,
And when joys are dearest,
Oh! then remember me.
II.
When, at eve, thou rovest
By the star thou lovest,
Oh! then remember me.
Think, when home returning,
Bright we've seen it burning,
Oh! thus remember me.
Oft as summer closes,
When thine eye reposes
On its ling'ring roses,
Once so lov'd by thee,
Think of her who wove them,
Her, who made thee love them,
Oh! then remember me.
III.
When, around thee dying,
Autumn leaves are lying,
Oh! then remember me.
And, at night, when gazing
On the gay hearth blazing,
Oh! still remember me.
Then should music, stealing
All the soul of feeling,
To thy heart appealing,
Draw one tear from thee;
Then let memory bring thee
Strains I us'd to sing thee,— Oh! then remember me.
# Irish Melodies/Oh! weep for the hour

EVELEEN'S BOWER.
I.
Oh! weep for the hour,
When to Eveleen's bower
The Lord of the valley with false vows came;
The moon hid her light
From the heavens that night,
Arid wept behind her clouds o'er the maiden's shame.
The clouds past soon
From the chaste, cold moon,
And heaven smiPd again with her vestal flame;
But none will see the day,
When the clouds shall pass away,
Which that dark hour left upon Eveleen's fame.
II.
The white snow lay
On the narrow path-way,
Where the Lord of the valley crost over the moor;
And many a deep print
On the white snow's tint
Shew'd the track of his foot-step to Eveleen's door.
The next sun's ray
Soon melted away
Every trace on the path where the false Lord came;
But there's a light above,
Which alone can remove
That stain upon the snow of fair Eveleen's fame.
# Irish Melodies/Erin! the tear and the smile in thine eyes

ERIN! THE TEAR AND THE SMILE IN THINE EYES.
I.
Erin! the tear and the smile in thine eyes,
Blend like the rainbow that hangs in thy skies!
Shining through sorrow's stream,
Saddening through pleasure's beam,
Thy suns, with doubtful gleam,
Weep while they rise!
II.
Erin! thy silent tear never shall cease,
Erin! thy languid smile ne'er shall increase,.
Till, like the rainbow's light,
Thy various tints unite,
And form, in heaven's sight,
One arch of peace!
# Irish Melodies/How dear to me the hour when day-light dies

HOW DEAR TO ME THE HOUR.
I.
How dear to me the hour when day-light dies,
And sunbeams melt along the silent sea,
For then sweet dreams of other days arise,
And memory breathes her vesper sigh to thee.
II.
And, as I watch the line of light, that plays
Along the smooth wave tow'rd the burning west,
I long to tread that golden path of rays,
And think 'twould lead to some bright isle of rest!
# Irish Melodies/Let Erin remember the days of old

LET ERIN REMEMBER THE DAYS OF OLD.
I.
Let Erin remember the days of old,
Ere her faithless sous betray'd her;
When Malachi wore the collar of gold*,
Which he won from her proud invader;
When her kings, with standard of green unfurl'd
Led the Red-Branch Knights to danger†;
Ere the emerald gem of the western world
Was set in the crown of a stranger.
II.
On Lough Neagh's bank as the fisherman strays*,
When the clear, cold eve's declining,
He sees the round towers of other days,
In the wave beneath him shining!
Thus shall memory often, in dreams sublime,
Catch a glimpse of the days that are over;
Thus, sighing, look thro' the waves of time
For the long faded glories they cover!
* ↑ "This brought on an encounter between Malachi (the Monarch of Ireland in the tenth century) and the Danes, in which Malachi defeated two of their champions, whom he encountered successively hand to hand, taking a collar of gold from the neck of one, and carrying off the sword of the other, as trophies of his victory." Warner's History of Ireland, Vol. 1. Book 9.
* ↑ "Military orders of knights were very early established in Ireland; long before the birth of Christ we find an hereditary order of Chivalry in Ulster, called Curaidhe na Craoibhe ruadh, or the knights of the Red Branch, from their chief seat in Emania, adjoiniug to the palace of the Ulster kings, called Teagh na Craoibhe ruadh, or the Academy of the Bed Branch; and contiguous to which was a large hospital, founded for the sick knights and soldiers, called Bron-bhearg, or the house of the sorrowful soldier." O'Halloran's Introduction, &c. Part I. Chap. 5.
* ↑ It was an old tradition, in the time of Giraldus, that Lough Neagh had been originally a fountain, by whose sudden over-flowing the country was inundated, and a whole region, like the Atlantis of Plato, overwhelmed. He says that the fishermen, in clear weather, used to point out to strangers the tall ecclesiastical towers under the water. Piscatores aquae illius turres ecclesiasticas, quce more patrice arctce sunt et altae, necnon et rotunda, sub undis manifeste, sereno tempore conspiciunt et extraneis transeuntibus, reique causas admirantibus, frequenter ostendunt. Topogr. Hib. Dist 2. C. 9.
# Irish Melodies/Oh! haste and leave this sacred isle

SECOND NUMBER.
How dear to me the hour when day-light dies, And sunbeams melt along the silent sea.
ST. SENANUS AND THE LADY.
St. Senanus*.
"Oh! haste and leave this sacred isle,
"Unholy bark, ere morning smile;
"For on thy deck, tho' dark it be,
"A female form I see;
"And I have sworn this sainted sod
"Shall ne'er by woman's feet be trod!"
The Lady.
"Oh! Father, send not hence my bark,
"Through wint'ry winds and billows dark;
"I come with humble heart to share
"Thy morn and evening prayer;
"Nor mine the feet, oh! holy Saint,
"The brightness of thy sod to taint."
The Lady's prayer Senanus spurn'd;
The winds blew fresh, the bark return'd.
But legends hint, that had the maid
Till morning's light delay'd,
And given the saint one rosy smile,
She ne'er had left his lonely isle.
# Irish Melodies/Oh! think not my spirits are always as light

OH! THINK NOT MY SPIRITS ARE ALWAYS AS LIGHT.
I.
Oh! think not my spirits are always as light,
And as free from a pang, as they seem to you now;
Nor expect that the heart-beaming smile of to-night
Will return with to-morrow to brighten my brow.
No, life is a waste of wearisome hours,
Which seldom the rose of enjoyment adorns;
And the heart, that is soonest awake to the flowers,
Is always the first to be touched by the thorns!
But send round the bowl, and be happy awhile;
May we never meet worse, in our pilgrimage here,
Than the tear that enjoyment can gild with a smile,
And the smile that compassion can turn to a tear.
II.
The thread of our life would be dark, heaven knows!
If it were not with friendship and love intertwin'd;
And I care not how soon I may sink to repose,
When these blessings shall cease to be dear to my mind!
But they who have lov'd the fondest, the purest,
Too often have wept o'er the dream they believ'd;
And the heart, that has slumber'd in friendship securest,
Is happy indeed, if 'twas never deceiv'd.
But send round the bowl, while a relic of truth
Is in man or in woman, this prayer shall be mine,— That the sun-shine of love may illumine our youth,
Arid the moon-light of friendship console our decline.
# How to Tell the Birds from the Flowers and other wood-cuts/The Bee; The Beet; The Beetle

Good Mr. Darwin once contended That Beetles were from Bees descended, And as my pictures show I think The Beet must be the missing link. The sugar-beet and honey-bee Supply the Beetle's pedigree: The family is now complete,— The Bee, the Beetle and the Beet.
# How to Tell the Birds from the Flowers and other wood-cuts/The Blue Mountain Lory; The Blue Morning Glory

The Insects, to avoid surprise By Birds, sometimes themselves disguise As leaves and twigs, and thus escape The appetizing Insect's fate. Observe how cleverly this Vine Has forced its leaves and flowers to twine Themselves into a Bird design. And how it's artful turns and twists, Hides it from zealous Botanists.
# How to Tell the Birds from the Flowers and other wood-cuts/The Ant; The Pheasant

The ant is known by his ant-ennae, Where-as the pheas-ant has'nt any, And that is why he wears instead, A small red cap upon his head: Without his Fez, indeed the pheasant, Would be quite bald and quite un-pleasant.
# How to Tell the Birds from the Flowers and other wood-cuts/Naught; Nautilus

The Argo-naut or Nautilus, With habits quite adventurous, A com-bin-a-tion of a snail, A jelly-fish and paper sail. The parts of him that did not jell, Are packed securely in his shell. It is not strange that when I sought To find his double, I found Naught.
# How to Tell the Birds from the Flowers and other wood-cuts/The Antelope; The Cantelope

If you will tap the Cantelope reposing on the ground It will not move, but just emit a melon-choly sound But if you try this method on the antlered antelope, His departure will convince you that he is a mis-an-thrope.
# How to Tell the Birds from the Flowers and other wood-cuts/Cross Bill; Sweet William

Nobody but an imbecile Mistakes Sweet William for Cross Bill: And even I can scarcely claim, The skill to make them look the same. Some other shrubs and vines and trees, Express emotion much like these, You've seen the mad-wort plant I guess, And weeping willows and sigh-press, The passion-flower, at it's climax, The glad-iolus and the smile-ax.
# How to Tell the Birds from the Flowers and other wood-cuts/The Ape; The Grape

The Apes, from whom we are descended, Hang ape-x down from trees suspended, And since we find them in the trees, We term them arbor-ig-i-nes. This quite explains the monkey-shines Cut up by those who pluck from vines The Grape, and then subject its juices, To Bacchanalian abuses.
# How to Tell the Birds from the Flowers and other wood-cuts/The Auk; The Orchid

We seldom meet, when out to walk, Either the Orchid or the Auk. The awk-ward Auk is only known To dwellers in the Auk-tic zone, While Orchids can be found in legions, Within the equatorial regions. So if by chance you travel on The Lena or the Am-a-zon, Be certain of the tem-pera-ture Or you will make mistakes I'm sure.