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# Book of Etiquette/Volume 1/Part 1

PART I
"The power of manners is incessant—an element as unconcealable as fire. The nobility cannot in any country be disguised, and no more in a republic or a democracy than in a kingdom. There are certain manners which are learned in good society, of that force that, if a person have them, he or she must be considered, and is everywhere welcome, though without beauty, or wealth, or genius."
—From Emerson's Essays.
# Bohemian legends and other poems/The Story of a New Mother

THE STORY OF A NEW MOTHER.
His mother died when he was but a child; His saintly mother, with her features mild, Was laid away in the cold churchyard soil, Ere yet his little hands had learned to toil, And soon his father took another wife, A buxom maiden, who was fond of strife, And bore illwill to the poor little lad, Whose childish life she made most drear and sad. One day his childish heart was full to break, And childishly he asked, “When will she wake? Oh, tell me, father, will she ever wake— My own loved mother? Wake up, for my sake?” Alas! my son, she sleepeth in the grave, Beside the churchyard gate, where grasses wave. Oh, they sleep well who sleep within the soil— Go play in peace, my son, she knows no toil.” With toddling feet he to the churchyard went, And sitting on her grave, his strength outspent, Began to think how he should wake her sleep, Who slept in the cold earth so well and deep. With a large pin he loosed the graveyard soil, And was so eager in his loving toil He was not startled when he heard her voice, Calling to him, “My child, my love, my choice, I cannot come to thee, for on my heart Lies a great stone, from which I cannot part. But tell me, my beloved, why art thou here?” And then the little child, without a fear, Said to his mother, “When she gives me bread, She always says she wishes I were dead. You also gave me bread, oh, mother mine, And buttered it, for surely I was thine.
When she combs my hair, see my tears full fast, For she pulls it till the blood comes at last; When you combed my curls, oft you kissed my hair, And you loved to hear me called good and fair; When she washes me with her rough, hard hand, See, she sometimes scrubs me, yea, e’en with sand; When you washed me, oh, never did I cry. Oh, how can you sleep, and leave me to cry?” Then his mother’s voice said low, “So, my son, I will come for thee at the rising sun.” Then the little child, with a happy smile, Said to his father, “In a little while You can dig my grave by my mother’s side; By this time to-morrow I shall have died; For she told me true, at the rising sun I will come and take thee, my darling son.” When the morning came, dead upon his bed Lay the little child, but his soul had fled To those realms on high, where his mother stood— No need of speaking, all was understood. On the third sad day, by his mother’s side They laid him gently, who so oft had sighed, And his father, gazing upward at the sky, Said, “Oh, would to God, that I too could die.”
# Bohemian legends and other poems/The Wedding

THE WEDDING.
She stands near to the altar— Her eyes are filled with tears. The old priest weds the stripling Unto the girl she fears.
Draw her kerchief low, I pray— Hide her red eyes weeping; Sobbing as if heart should break, She looks on his wedding.
Wrap a garment round her head— Head that ached so madly. Ah, alas! they bear her forth, From the wedding sadly.
# Bohemian legends and other poems/Truth Must Conquer

TRUTH MUST CONQUER.
There were always people ready To prevent the sun from rising; Still the sun did rise in splendor, Rise in spite of all their railing.
Yes, he rose in glory shining On the high hills, the plains, the vales, Rose in splendor on the countries, On the blue ocean full of sails.
# Bohemian legends and other poems/The Strange Guest

THE STRANGE GUEST.
Mirth and dancing, music playing, Song and jest alone are heard; And the bride with joy is laughing At the bridegroom’s generous cheer.
“Listen, servants! men and women!” Cries the bridegroom, wild with joy. “Open pantry, open cellars— Eat and drink without alloy.”
Mirth and dancing, by a table Sits an unknown guest and cries: “Hoj! for one dance with that maiden, Life I’d give, like him who dies.”
Once they danced around the chamber, Lo, the smile died on her face. Twice they danced and pale her features, Pale like snow in that wild pace.
“Ho! Art pale indeed, my loved one! Does thy memory start with pain? Is it hard to see thy Zdenko, On thy wedding day again?”
On the third round they have entered— In her ear he whispers low; Senseless from his clasp she swooneth, In the bridegroom’s arms falls slow.
Cries and amazement—music stops— They all rush to help the bride. Where is the man? The unknown guest! Away! Dark is the night to hide!
The music plays—the dance has ceased, All joy has now passed for aye. To endless rest they bore the bride, In the dance she passed away.
# Bohemian legends and other poems/The Way is Long

THE WAY IS LONG.
Very long the footpath, hedged on either side, As I trod it sadly. “Friends, farewell,” I cried. Farewell I have said now, unto all I love, Hamlet of my parents, “Farewell, with my love.”
Ah, where are the hours of my happy youth? A thousand pities, they have passed forsooth! Fate returns us nothing that she takes away, Only this, she brings us pain and grief each day.
Mother sleeps in graveyard, father by her lies, Will the dawn of Heaven bring them to my eyes? When my heart thinks of them, sorrowful I say, Will the grave bring me what life took away?
# Bohemian legends and other poems/The Wizard

THE WIZARD.
A BOHEMIAN LEGEND.
Through the dark and lonely forest, Sparingly the sunlight fell; Round the forests, rocky mountains, Where the eagle’s brood doth dwell; By a little stream of water, In a cave amidst, the rocks, Dwelt the wizard of Podjokly, Old and bent, with snowy locks.
Far and wide they came to see him, Asking help, and begging aid; And ’twas said he could do wonders— But he must be richly paid. When the shades of evening gather, Like a dark cloud in the sky, Once there came a muffled figure, Hid from every prying eye.
“Wizard, can your magic tell me, What his fate was who wore this? Name your price, but tell me truly, Is your knowledge up to this?” In his hand he placed a locket With a curl of golden hair. “Name your price but tell me truly, Where is he who owned this hair?”
Then the wizard lit his fire— Took his hood and drew his spell. Then he said, “The youth’s voice whispers From the ground where he doth dwell.
Listen—do you hear the whisper— He was killed by murder foul! And his murderer hid the body Near a cave where foxes howl.”
“Wizard, can you say who killed him— He who was my ford on earth? Name your price, but tell me truly, Does he still live on the earth?” Then the wizard rose up stately, And said slow, “Accursed one! Do you doubt my magic power— You are that accursed one!”
“Yes, you killed your stripling nephew, To inherit his broad land; And you come here but to question If detection is at hand. Do you dream to cheat a wizard, As you cheated that poor lad? Yes, detection dogs your footsteps, You shall see the murdered lad.
“Never from this forest’s shadow Shall you wander out again; Even now they bring his body; With your dagger he was slain.” At these words the muffled stranger, With a shriek rushed to the door, But he fell back, swooning, fainting, At the burden that they bore.
Half devoured by the foxes, Lay the lord of vast estate; On his knees a raving madman, Laughed his uncle o’er his fate. Through the dark and somber forest, Home they bore the murdered youth; But his uncle left that forest, Nevermore on earth, forsooth.
# Bohemian legends and other poems/The Youth from Hrušov

THE YOUTH FROM HRUŠOV.
“Across the stony mountains, Who comes in war’s array? The warlike Zvikoš is it? Quick, arm thee for the fray. A charger waits to bear thee— My son, grasp quick thy sword, And hold the spear with courage, I am too old for that horde.”
Thus spake the old Hrušovec Unto his well-loved son, And gave unto his brave hand, A flagstaff bravely won. “Take now this golden banner, ’Neath which your grandsire fought The heathen on the seacoast, Where he great havoc wrought.
“Many a time this castle The enemy had won, But when they saw this banner, They feared it, every one. Take it, my son, and cherish, Yea, as thou wouldst thy life— Come back with it triumphing, Or die there in the strife.”
The old man’s voice was husky, The lad from him must part— The youth he caught the banner, And pressed it to his heart;
Upon his breast was harness, His sword was by his side; His heart beat for his loved one, With love he could not hide.
Her eyes with tears are heavy, As she looks on the youth; Her cheeks are pale with anguish, “God be with thee in sooth.” A wreath upon the banner, A ribbon on the sword, Then she called out, “Be prosperous, Come, living from the horde.
One heard the noise of battle, The blows that fell apace; New warriors rush to conquer, To fill the vacant place; The youth is with them, carrying The banner of his land, The sun is shining on them, It lights the bloody band.
Upon the castle turret, The maiden gazing stands; She looks down on her lover, Fighting those warlike bands; Her heart with pleasure beating, When high the banner flies; Her hands to heaven she raises, When low the banner lies.
Like a wild beast defending The lair that is his home, The youth is rushing onward, His horse is all in foam. But Zvikoš goes to meet him, He strikes with might and main, The arm that holds the banner, The hand sinks down in pain.
The banner would have sunk now, Had not the fearless youth Caught it in his strong left hand, And held it high in truth. A lion was the stripling In bravery; to and fro One saw the banner waving Like forest tree, I trow.
Zvikoš’ men are charging— One comes behind the lad, With mighty spear he strikes him; His blood is running sad; The left hand now is shattered, The flag with blood is red— His pale lips caught the banner— The horse turned round and fled.
Fled onward to the castle, And there the youth fell dead; His pale lips held the banner The noble soul had fled. The maiden on the turret, Like stricken doe, runs down, She looks upon her lover, Then dead she too falls down.
The plain is green with grasses, A mighty tree stands bare; The lightning struck it often, For ages it stood there. The castle is a ruin— It frowns down from the hill, But the memory of the youth Lives in Bohemia still.
# Bohemian legends and other poems/Three Ages in Bohemia

THREE AGES IN BOHEMIA.
PART FIRST.
There was a time when the Bohemian land Was known and honored, throughout the wide world’s length, For mighty warriors and heroic men Her name was honored, bravery was her strength.
There was an age when every one was proud To call himself a son of that fair land, Where every art was known and learning prized; And praise was given to the skillful hand.
There was an age when the Bohemian tongue Was spoken from the throne in accents clear; Divinest harmony, their native speech, In palace homes was spoken far and near.
That time, Bohemian men were proud to say They were Bohemians, sons of that brave land, Where the dread lion was their coat-of-arms, And wealth and plenty smiled upon the land.
PART SECOND.
Then the times changed, misfortune came apace, And they forgot that which they once had been. Indifference, lethargy, upon them crept, They thought no more, they lived as in a dream.
Bohemian hearts grew cold, their native land They loved no more, forgotten was their pride— Forgotten were the deeds their fathers did— They were not worthy to sleep by their side.
Then they denied their land, their blood, their speech— Their father’s cherished things, from them they cast. And took upon them foreign ways and speech, Forgetting their land’s brothers of the past.
Then the Bohemian sun grew dark and dim, And its good genius stood and wept afar. Their poets praised no more their native land, Their muse was dead—had fled afar, afar.
What thoughts were his who stood and saw all this! Remembering the great past and mighty dead? He whose heart beat but for his native land— To see her lying there before him dead.
PART THIRD.
But hark! Arise! The angel of the Lord Sounds from his trumpet, “Come from out thy grave. Arise! awake! and from thy every church Let national songs be sung thy land to save.”
Thus spake the angel, and the love of land Woke up a thousand shades from out their graves. The dying heard it, and awoke again, Praising the Lord that they no more were slaves.
The spirit of their fathers came again, Imbuing with new life their torpid hearts. Gladly they heard the call. Awake! arise! Sing praises in your churches and your marts.
Awake! arise! all ye that slumber still! The day is dawning see the light breaks through. The nightingales are singing—wherefore sleep? Shame to the sluggards let them be but few.
Oh brothers, live again but for your land— Be ye not dead unto her urgent need. Oh, be ye brothers, be ye sons again, Unto your native land in her great need.
Reverence your laws, your customs, and your rights, Show in your lives you are Bohemians true; Then shall our land once more be known to fame, As in the ancient times when ye were true.
# Boys' Life/Volume 1/Number 1/How to Build an Igloo

HOW TO BUILD AN IGLOO
An "igloo" is a hut made of snow, which is much used by Arctic explorers in the great open snow plains, where no trees or stones are to be got. It is a good thing for Scouts to build in the winter. The simplest way to build an igloo, where the snow is not sufficiently frozen as to be cut into blocks, is this:
You start rolling a big snowball until it is as big as you can well lift. It is best to make it rather square-shaped than round—it gets more solid that way.
Then, when you have made a whole lot of these blocks, pile them together in a big heap about 6 ft. high, 10 ft. long, and about 8 ft. wide, and jam them well together, filling up all cracks and holes with more snow. Then, with a shovel or piece of board, smooth off the surface of the heap until it looks neat and shaped like a low beehive.
When the outside is neatly finished, get a lot of sticks all exactly the same length, about 2 ft. long, and stick them into the snow-heap and push them in till their ends are flush with the snow. You want a lot of them, until there is one every two or three feet all over the snow-heap.
Now you tunnel into the heap. First make a low-arched doorway, then dig out the whole of the inside of the heap, passing the dug-out snow out through the doorway.
Whenever you come across the end of one of your sticks on the inside, don't dig any more there, as the stick gives the thickness at which the wall should be kept.
When you have made one hut like this you can add more rooms to it by building more in the same way close up against it, so that you can cut doers leading from one into the next.
"George!" exclaimed Jimmy to his brother of that name.
"Don't bother me," replied George; "I'm reading an absorbing article."
"What is it about?"
"Sponges."
# Boys' Life/Volume 1/Number 1/Knots Worth Knowing

KNOTS WORTH KNOWING
How to Tie Some Useful Knots
Several of the finest knots known to sailors, scaffolders, steeple-jacks, and the like, will be described and illustrated in these little articles.
They are contrived so as to hold securely and not to slip, while they can be loosened very quickly even after they have been drawn very tight. And they are quite easy to make. A sharp chap will master each knot pretty quickly by practicing the knots with a piece of new cord or rope.
In the explanations which are given the standing part of a rope means the main part, or long portion; the loop (most knots begin with a loop) is termed the bight, and the short part of the rope, which is used in forming the knots, is called the end.
Overhand knots.
The commonest knot that is made is the overhand knot. The standing part of the rope is held in the left hand, while the end is passed back over it and put through the bight.
Thousands of people are unable to tie any other knot. It is a good enough knot for some ordinary purposes, and it can be tied in a second, but it has serious faults—it jams when drawn very tight, and the rope, when a lot of weight is thrown upon it, is liable to part where the knot is, on account of the turns being so short.
The overhand knot is often used at the end of a rope to prevent the strands from fraying out, and it sometimes comes handy when a large knot is required at the end of a rope as a stopper knot.
In forming the knot, if you pass the end of the cord twice through the loop before pulling it tight you get the double overhand knot; by passing the end through three times you get the treble knot, and so on. These trebles and fourfold knots are used on the thongs of whips, and they look very firm and neat.
(We shall tell you in each issue how to tie a fresh knot. Learn this one before the next appears.)
# Bondage

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# Bond v. Moore/Opinion of the Court

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United States Supreme Court
93 U.S. 593
Bond v. Moore
The only question in this record which we are asked to consider is as to the effect of the President's proclamation of June 13, 1865, 13 Stat. 763, upon the rights and duties of parties to commercial paper, residing respectively during the late civil war in Tennessee and New Orleans, when the paper matured after the occupation of New Orleans by the national forces and before the date of that proclamation. This, under our ruling in Matthews v. McStea, 20 Wall. 649, is a Federal question.
On the part of the plaintiffs in error, it is contended that the holders of such paper could not lawfully take steps to charge the parties by demand and notice until the proclamation was made, because up to that time the war existed as a fact, and the parties occupied towards each other the relation of public enemies. All restrictions upon commercial intercourse between Tennessee and New Orleans were removed by an executive order published April 29, 1865, 13 Stat. 776, which was followed by an executive proclamation of similar purport under date of May 22, 1865, id. 757, so that while the war existed as a political fact until June 13, the date of the official announcement of its close, business intercourse between the citizens of the two places was allowed after April 29. Bond, therefore, as the holder of the bill upon which this suit is brought, might properly have demanded its payment by the drawee in New Orleans, and notified his indorser in Tennessee of the nonpayment at any time after that date. Neither his rights nor his duties in this particular were in any manner dependent upon or affected by the proclamation of June 13. We have already decided to the same effect in Masterson v. Howard, 18 Wall. 105, and Matthews v. McStea, 91 U.S. 7.
Judgment affirmed.

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# Bond v. Unknown Heirs of Juan Barela

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United States Supreme Court
229 U.S. 488
Bond v. Unknown Heirs of Juan Barela
Argued: December 17, 1912. --- Decided: June 9, 1913
Messrs. Richard H. Hanna and Francis C. Wilson for appellants.
Mr. Frank W. Clancy for appellees.
Mr. Justice Van Devanter delivered the opinion of the court:

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# Bondholders Committee Marlborough Inv Company First Mortgage Bonds v. Commissioner of Internal Revenue

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United States Supreme Court
315 U.S. 189
Bondholders Committee Marlborough Inv Company First Mortgage Bonds v. Commissioner of Internal Revenue
Argued: Jan. 15, 1942. --- Decided: Feb 2, 1942
Mr. William Z. Kerr and Mr. Stephen V. Carey, both of Seattle, Wash., for petitioners.
Mr. Samuel O. Clark, Jr., Asst. Atty. Gen., for respondent.
Mr. Justice DOUGLAS delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Bond v. Moore

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United States Supreme Court
93 U.S. 593
Bond v. Moore
ERROR to the Supreme Court of the State of Tennessee.
This in an action commenced in the
This is an action commenced in the County, Tenn., against the defendant in error as indorser of a bill of exchange drawn at Trenton, Tenn., Feb. 13, 1862, upon a firm in New Orleans, La., and payable four months after date. The bill was not presented in New Orleans until June 20, 1865, when, payment being refused, the plaintiff caused it to be protested.
In their declaration the plaintiffs averred that the earlier presentation of the bill in New Orleans was prevented by the obstructions of war, and the interruption of intercourse between their place of residence and that of the drawees.
Among other defences the defendant interposed a plea that the bill was not presented within a reasonable time after the removal of such alleged obstructions.
The plaintiffs asked the court to charge the jury that the bill of exchange could not have been legally presented for payment until after the 13th June, 1865, the date of the proclamation of President Johnson restoring Tennessee to commercial relations with the United States; that if the jury find that, after that date, the plaintiffs exercised reasonable diligence to have the bill presented to the drawees, and did so present it, and demand payment, which was refused, and that thereupon the same was protested for non-payment, and notice thereof given to the indorser,-they must find for the plaintiffs.
The court refused so to charge, but charged in substance that the impediment of non-intercourse between the State of Tennessee and the city of New Orleans-an impediment interposed by the existence of the war of the rebellion, and during which the necessity of presenting the bill for payment was suspended-was removed and ceased to exist when there was an actual cessation of hostilities; and that the time when this actual cessation occurred was a question to be decided by the jury from the proof before them.
There was a verdict for the defendant. The judgment thereon was affirmed by the Supreme Court of the State; whereupon the case was brought here.
Mr. Edward J. Read for the plaintiffs in error.
M . Richard T. Merrick, contra.
MR. CHIEF JUSTICE WAITE delivered the opinion of the court.

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# Bondholders v. Powell

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United States Supreme Court
342 U.S. 921
Bondholders v. Powell
See 342 U.S. 950, 72 S.Ct. 550.
Messrs. Frank B. Gary, Jr., and Aubrey R. Bowles, Jr., for petitioner.
Messrs. James B. McDonough, Jr., Harold J. Gallagher, Leonard D. Adkins, and W. R. C. Cocke, for respondents.
Opinion of Mr. Justice FRANKFURTER in connection with the denial of the petition for writ of certiorari.

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