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# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 13/From William Richardson to Jonathan Swift - 3

FROM WILLIAM RICHARDSON, ESQ.
I AM called upon, by many provocations, to prefer a bill of indictment against you, and a female accomplice of yours; for that by the use of means very uncommon, which were in your power only, you have turned the head of a well meaning country girl of plain sense, who had been very useful to me, and esteemed by her acquaintance. I have seen of late many symptoms of her disorder: it is true, that the fascination of your works had before operated strongly upon her; for scarce any opportunity occurred but she poured forth her admiration of the author, and can repeat without book all your poems better than her catechism; however, she could attend to domestick affairs, and give proper ​directions about matters in the kitchen and larder, &c. and when she did not pore upon your writings, or some other books (I cannot say of the like kind) she was at work, or seeing that things in her province were as they should be: but now truly it appears she apprehends that heretofore she had not discovered her own value and importance. To be taken notice of by a person she has long thought to be the greatest genius any age has produced, and whom she worships with an adoration that to any mortal rises almost to idolatry, has, it is much to be feared, transported her with conceit and vanity, and where it will end, I know not. What you have done proceeded, no doubt, from a malicious intention toward me as well as the poor girl; and I resent it accordingly, as I hope she will do when she returns to her senses.
I was greatly rejoiced, dear sir, to learn from the prime serjeant Singleton, that he found you extremely well in every respect, except your hearing; and in that he said you were much better than he expected. That man, who has as true a heart as I ever met with, most entirely loves as well as admires you.
This place affords no news at present. I am detained by affairs of importance that relate to my friends, and cannot yet say when they will allow me to return. I pass my time, now and then, with some of Mr. Pope's most intimate friends; and although I would have great pleasure in being known to him, that of the present age comes next to you in fame, I shall not be introduced to him, unless I shall have the honour not to be thought wholly unworthy to deliver him a letter from the dean of St. Patrick's.
​Alderman Barber got a fall in his parlour on his hip, by his foot getting into a hole of the carpet; it brought a fit of the gout upon him, and he is still somewhat lame in his hip; but otherwise in very good health and spirits.
Doctor Squire holds out surprisingly: as soon as the vacancy shall happen, I shall have notice, and there is no doubt but Mr. Dunkin will succeed him.
I am ever, dear sir, with the highest esteem and respect, your most obliged and most affectionate humble servant,
WILLIAM RICHARDSON.
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 13/From l'abbé des Fontaines to Jonathan Swift - 1 (Translation)

Translation of letter: From l'abbé des Fontaines to Jonathan Swift - 1
FROM THE ABBÉ DES FONTAINES.
I HAVE the honour to send you the second edition of your work, which I have translated into French. I should have sent you the first, had I not been obliged, for reasons which I am not at liberty to tell you, to insert a passage in the preface, which you would not have been pleased with, and which indeed I inserted much against my inclinations. As the book has made its way without opposition, these reasons no longer subsist, and I have expunged this passage in the second edition, as you will find. I ​have likewise altered the passage relating to my lord Carteret, concerning which I had received false intelligence. In many parts you will easily see that my translation is not exact; but what pleases in England, has not always the same effect in France; either because our manners are different, or because the allusions and allegories, that strike people in one country, do not make the same impression in another; or, in fine, because the two nations do not always agree in taste. My intention was to present my countrymen with a book, which might be of use to them; and this has made me take some liberties in varying from the original. I have been even so free as to make some additions, according as I found my own imagination raised by yours. To you only I am indebted for the honour this translation does me; a translation that has been sold with amazing rapidity, for there have been already three editions of it. I have conceived so high an esteem for you, and so greatly am I obliged to you, that if you are not entirely satisfied with the suppression I made in this edition, I am still ready to go any farther length, in order to cancel the memory of that part of the preface: as for the rest, I beg you will pay due attention to the justice I have done you in that very preface.
We flatter ourselves that we shall soon have the honour of seeing you in this capital. All your friends are impatient for your arrival. Nothing else is talked of; and all Paris eagerly expects this agreeable event. Do not defer giving us this pleasure; you will see a nation that holds you in the highest esteem. In the mean while I claim the honour of your friendship, and beg you will be persuaded, ​that no one respects you more than myself; being, with the profoundest regard and esteem, sir, your most humble and most obedient servant.
THE ABBÉ DES FONTAINES.
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# Tlingit Myths and Texts/The Poor Man who Caught Wonderful Things

16. THE POOR MAN WHO CAUGHT WONDERFUL THINGS
There was a long town from which all the people used to go out fishing for halibut and other large fish every day. In those times, before bone was used, they made hooks of two pieces of spruce from young trees, sharpened the point and hardened it in the fire. For lines they dried slender kelp stems.
A very poor man living at one end of the town fished among the others, but did not catch anything. While they were having a good time fishing he remained perfectly quiet, and they kept laughing at him. One day, when he pulled at his line, it acted as if it were fast to something. He thought it had caught upon a rock and pulled it about in the endeavor to free it. All at once it began to come slowly up, and, although every one laughed at him, he held on.
After he had brought it close to the canoe, he looked down and saw that it was a great live abalone caught in the flesh. Its color shone out of the water. As it ascended it was so big that all the canoes seemed to come inside of it, and it shone in every one's face. Then some people who wanted to take this valuable thing away from him, said, "Cut the line. It is a great thing that you have caught. You better let it go." After a while he became tired of the people's talk, so he cut his line. Then it began to go down very slowly, shining all over.
Then others came to him and said, "You did not do the right thing. It is a very valuable thing you let go." He said, "Has it sunk?" So nowadays, when a person has lost a valuable thing, they say to him, "Is it an abalone that has sunk?" (Dê′ca gu′nxa ak we wut!a′q!) Whenever he thought about this he cried at the riches he had let go.
Another time they went out fishing, and he was with them. He had a sponge in his hand, and taking a piece of flesh out of his nose inside so as to make it bleed, he filled the sponge with blood and let it down into the ocean. When he began to pull up his hook, it was again fast. He pulled it up slowly, for it was very heavy. It was another valuable thing, the nest of a fish called îcqē′n. Then he filled his canoe with these fishes, called the other canoes to him and filled them. After that he stood up in his canoe and said, "The abalone has not been drowned from me yet. I still have it." He ​distributed these fishes all over the town and began to get rich from the property he received. People gave him all kinds of skins—moose, caribou, fox, etc. He had great stores of riches from having caught the abalone and the nest of fishes.
# To*** Kern

The poem was written in July 1825 and first published in 1827. Dedicated to Anna Petrovna Kern (1800—1879).
* I keep in mind that magic moment:
* When you appeared before my eyes
* Like ghost, like fleeting apparition,
* Like genius of the purest grace.
* In torturous hopeless melancholy,
* In vanity and noisy fuss
* I’ve always heard your tender voice
* I saw your features in my dreams.
* Years passed away, and blasts of tempests
* Have scattered all my previous dreams,
* And I forgot your tender voice,
* And holy features of your face.
* In wilderness, in gloomy capture
* My lonely days were slowly drawn:
* I had not faith, no inspiration,
* No tears, no life, no tender love.
* But time has come, my soul awakened,
* And you again appeared to me
* Like ghost, like fleeting apparition,
* Like genius of the purest grace.
* My heart again pulsates in rapture,
* And everything arouse again:
* My former faith, and inspiration,
* And tears, and life, and tender love. <1825>
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# To*** Upon the Alps in Splügen

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So never may I bid thee now farewell: Thou follow’st me through every mount and dell, I see thee on the Alpine glaciers tall, I hear thy voice in every waterfall; My heart throbs heav’ly when I turn around To see thee but I’m scared to hear a sound. Ungrateful thou! While in these mountains high, I lose my way beneath the somber sky, Or, weary so, step down a mountain slope, I raise my head toward the skies and hope To see the Northern Star that pilots me, To find Lithuania, thy house and thee. Ungrateful thou! Perhaps today a queen In a company that I have never seen. Perhaps enchanted by new loves, in play, Of our passed love thou speak’st with them today. Say, art thou happy at this time at all When servants bow at thy, Milady’s, call; When pleasure lulls thee now to sleep at night, Or when thou playest in the morning light? And realy holdest thou no memory, Which now and then could somehow trouble thee? Wouldst thou be happier if thou shared’st thy life With a merry traveler and wast his wife? My dear, we would be hiking all day long, Thy hardships I would sweeten with a song; I’d be the first in every rivulet To find some little stones therein and let Thy feet, untouched by water, feel the sand. I would caress thee, Dearest, kiss thy hand. And we would find some lovely mountain hut, I’d let thee off my back, the door I’d shut; We’d sit by a fire and thou with elfin charm Wouldst fall asleep and wake upon my arm.
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# Trails to Two Moons

Edition: Boston & NY; Little, Brown and Co, 1920. Trails to Two Moons was adapted into a film, Two Moons, in 1920.
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TRAILS TO TWO MOONS
A full half minute before smoke jetted from the barrel; the bullet struck many yards too short. Frontispiece. See page 13.
TRAILS TO TWO
MOONS
BY
ROBERT WELLES RITCHIE
WITH FRONTISPIECE BY FRANK SPRADLING
BOSTON
LITTLE, BROWN, AND COMPANY
1920
Copyright, 1920, By Little, Brown, and Company,
All rights reserved
Published September, 1920
Norwood Press
Set up and electrotyped by J. S. Cushing Co.,
Norwood, Mass., U.S.A.
* 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
* Chapter 14
* Chapter 15
* Chapter 16
* Chapter 17
* Chapter 18
* Chapter 19
* Chapter 20
* Chapter 21
* Chapter 22
* Chapter 23
* Chapter 24
** Advertisements
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# Tiller v. Atlantic Coast Line Railroad Company

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* Tiller v. Atlantic Coast Line Railroad Company (318 U.S. 54)
* Tiller v. Atlantic Coast Line Railroad Company (323 U.S. 574)
# Tiller v. Atlantic Coast Line Railroad Company (318 U.S. 54)

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United States Supreme Court
318 U.S. 54
Tiller v. Atlantic Coast Line Railroad Company
Argued: Jan. 4, 1943. --- Decided: Feb 1, 1943
Mr. J. Vaughan Gary, of Richmond, Va., for petitioner.
Messrs. Collins Denny, Jr., of Richmond, Va., and Thomas W. Davis, of Wilmington, N.C., for respondent.
Mr. Justice BLACK delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Till To-morrow

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* "Till To-morrow", a poem by Mary Elizabeth Blake
* "Till To-morrow", a poem by Christina Georgina Rossetti
# Tiller v. Atlantic Coast Line Railroad Company (323 U.S. 574)

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United States Supreme Court
323 U.S. 574
Tiller v. Atlantic Coast Line Railroad Company
Argued: Jan. 5, 1945. --- Decided: Jan 15, 1945
Mr. J. Vaughan Gary, of Richmond, Va., for petitioner.
Mr. Collins Denny, Jr., of Richmond, Va., for respondent.
Mr. Justice BLACK delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Till the Clouds Roll By

Song from the musical Oh Boy!.
[Verse]
    (Jacky) I'm so sad to think that I have had to
    Drive you from your home so coolly.
    (George) I've be gaining nothing by remaining,
    What would Missus Grundy say?
    Her conventions, kindly recollect them!
    We must please respect them duly.
    (Jacky) My intrusion needs explaining:
    I felt my courage waning.
    (George) Please, I beg don't mention it!
    I should not mind a bit,
    But it has started raining.
[Refrain]
    Oh, the rain comes pitter patter
    And I'd like to be safe in bed.
    Skies are weeping
    While the world is sleeping
    Trouble heaping
    On your head.
    It is vain to ramain and chatter,
    And to wait for clearer sky
    Helter skelter
    I must fly for shelter
    Till the clouds roll by.
[Verse]
    (Jacky) What bad luck, it's coming down in buckets;
    Have you an umbrella handy?
    (George) I've a warm coat, water proof, a storm coat,
    I shall be all right I know.
    Later on, too, I will ward the grippe off,
    With a little nip of brandy.
    (Jacky) Or a glass of toddy draining,
    You'd find that more sustaining.
    (George) Don't be worried, I entreat,
    I've rubbers for my feet,
    So I don't mind it raining.
[Refrain]
    Oh, the rain comes pitter patter
    And I'd like to be safe in bed.
    Skies are weeping
    While the world is sleeping
    Trouble heaping
    On your head.
    It is vain to ramain and chatter,
    And to wait for clearer sky
    Helter skelter
    I must fly for shelter
    Till the clouds roll by.
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# Tilley v. County of Cook

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United States Supreme Court
103 U.S. 155
Tilley v. County of Cook
ERROR to the Circuit Court of the United States for the Northern District of Illinois.
The facts are stated in the opinion of the court.
Mr. Melville W. Fuller, for the plaintiff in error.
Mr. William C. Goudy and Mr. Consider H. Willett, contra.
MR. JUSTICE WOODS delivered the opinion of the court.

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# To a Blank Sheet of Paper

Wan-visaged thing! thy virgin leaf  To me looks more than deadly pale, Unknowing what may stain thee yet,—  A poem or a tale.
Who can thy unborn meaning scan?  Can Seer or Sibyl read thee now? No.—seek to trace the fate of man  Writ on his infant brow.
Love may light on thy snowy cheek,  And shake his Eden-breathing plumes; Then shalt thou tell how Lelia smiles,  Or Angelina blooms.
Satire may lift his bearded lance,  Forestalling Time's slow-moving scythe, And, scattered on thy little field,  Disjointed bards may writhe.
Perchance a vision of the night,  Some grizzled spectre, gaunt and thin, Or sheeted corpse, may stalk along,  Or skeleton may grin!
If it should be in pensive hour  Some sorrow-moving theme I try, Ah, maiden, how thy tears will fall,  For all I doom to die!
But if in merry mood I touch  Thy leaves, then shall the sight of thee Sow smiles as thick on rosy lips  As ripples on the sea.
The Weekly press shall gladly stoop  To bind thee up among its sheaves; The Daily steal thy shining ore,  To gild its leaden leaves.
Thou hast no tongue, yet thou canst speak,  Till distant shores shall hear the sound; Thou hast no life, yet thou canst breathe  Fresh life on all around.
Thou art the arena of the wise,  The noiseless battle-ground of fame; The sky where halos may be wreathed  Around the humblest name.
Take, then, this treasure to thy trust,  To win some idle reader's smile, Then fade and moulder in the dust,  Or swell some bonfire's pile.
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# To a Bluebell

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* "To a Bluebell", a poem by Emily Brontë
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# To a Butterfly near a Tomb

* To a Butterfly near a Tomb, in Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine Volume 30, 1831.
* Written after visiting a tomb near Woodstock, in National Lyrics, and Songs for Music (Miscellaneous Poems), 1834.
# To a Belle Who is Not a Blue Belle

October 1842
Fanny, in vain you've thrown your net;  Your beau is disenchanted; You said, how can I e'er forget?  That you no "Rymer" wanted. And said you not, my saucy belle,  For all my genius rare, Although you liked me passing well,  My "Hobbes" you could not bear?
You say a "Spenser" you admire,  And "Glover's" works elight in; But should your eyes behold a "Prior"  Your wits away 'twould frighten, For why? you ne'er could bear a "Hood."  "Cotton"'s your detestation; You place a "Locke" on what is "Good"  Nor give your "Cook" a ration.
You asked me t'other day to dine,  And if I'm not mistaken, Told me—'twas when you "dropped the line"—  You know not "Hogg" from "Bacon." I brought you down a noble "Bird,"  My gift you did not praise; And thought my "Blackwood," so I heard,  Was only fit to blaze!
Things hard as "Flint" and "Steele" you hate,  You wish no lore to learn; Your "Pope" you excommunicate,  And laugh to find me "Sterne." In rings and seals your "Goldsmith"'s fair,  And yet that "Livy" is, you swear,  No better than she should be!
"Moore" would I say to you! Ah me!  O'er "Little" you grow cold; You say that "Lamb" should quartered be,  And "Young" you say is old. Your "Johnson" you a "Walker" make,  So merciless your ravage; Though Crusoe took such pains to take  You throw away—a "Savage."
For "Sparks" you will no pity show:  My love meets no returns; Then why should still my bosom glow  For one who laughs at "Burns?" Why to a belle who likes not "Home,"  Nor will my cares divide, Should I a pensive suitor come,  And bear an "Akenside?"
# To a Bird (1892)

I'm listening, father, to a sound That I have heard thee say Did come to call thee to thy toil Just at the break of day.
It's sweet and thrilling melody Is ringing in the air, And tells me that the day will break With promise bright and fair.
I wonder if it is the same Bright warbler of the sky That came so oft to waken thee In busy days gone by.
I bless it though it may not be, And also fate that led It hither to dispel a dream That filled my soul with dread.
For thoughts of that real-seeming dream Still fill my heart with pain, And echoes of a stricken scream Come back to me again.
For thou had weary grown, I thought, And cast thy burden down, And I was here for evermore To toil on earth alone.
But when I woke and heard that bird Its sweet notes on me fell With re-assurance calm and sweet That told me all was well.
I thank it now most fervently For singing o'er my head; But, father, may it call in vain To wake me when thou'rt dead.
But, oh! could we together leave This weary world, at best, We'd happy be did song as sweet Proclaim our dawn of rest.
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