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# Texas Railway Company v. United States (289 U.S. 627)

United States Supreme Court
289 U.S. 627
Texas Railway Company v. United States
Argued: Oct. 11-13, 1932. --- Decided: May 29, 1933
Appeal from the District Court of the United States for the Southern District of Texas.
[Syllabus from pages 627-629 intentionally omitted]
Mr. Luther M. Walter, of Chicago, Ill., for appellants New Orleans Joint Traffic Bureau et al.
Mr. Charles M. Spence, of Dallas, Tex., for appellants Texas & P. Ry. Co. et al.
Mr. Wylie M. Barrow, of Baton Rouge, La., for appellant the State
of Louisiana.
Mr. Edward R. Schowalter, of New Orleans, La., for appellant Lousiana Public Service Commission.
Mr. John St. Paul, Jr., of New Orleans, La., for appellant Board of Comrs. of Port of New Orleans.
Messrs. A. L. Burford, of Shreveport, La., and R. E. Milling, Jr., of New Orleans, La., for appellants Louisiana & A. Ry. Co. et al.
Mr. Daniel W. Knowlton, of Washington, D.C., for appellees the United States and the Interstate Commerce Commission.
Mr. R. S. Outlaw, of Chicago, Ill., for appellees Missouri-Kansas-Texas R. Co. et al.
Mr. R. C. Fulbright, of Houston, Tex., for appellees Galveston Chamber of Commerce et al.
Mr. Justice ROBERTS delivered the opinion of the Court.

## Notes

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# Texas Transport Terminal Company v. New Orleans

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## Dissenting Opinion

    Brandeis
United States Supreme Court
264 U.S. 150
Texas Transport Terminal Company v. New Orleans
Argued: Jan. 4-7, 1924. --- Decided: Feb 18, 1924
Messrs. George H. Terriberry, Joseph M. Rault, and W. W. Young, all of New Orleans, La., for plaintiff in error.
Mr. W. Catesby Jones, of New Orleans, La., for defendant in error.
Mr. Justice SUTHERLAND delivered the opinion of the Court.

## Notes

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# Songs of Love and Rebellion/Longings

LONGINGS.
Out into the silent swamplands, Where the lazy bayous flow; Out among the flags and lilies, Mather Nature, let me go!
Out into the grand old forests, Out among the moss-crowned kings, Where the hand of man hath never Marred the beauty of thy things!
Out beyond the utmost limit Of tihs man-made world of stone; Out into the vast, deep stillness, Where the earth is all thine own!
# Songs of Love and Rebellion/Love's letter

LOVE'S LETTER.
Longingly Wistfully, Sweetheart, I gaze, Through the gathering haze, Into the night For the vanished light Of your soft, clear eyes; The dream-light, The love-light, For the light of your beautiful eyes.
Away And afar, Where the bright seas roll Round the Happiness Isle, And all things smile, I send my soul To kneel at your feet In the gardens sweet, Where wistarias twine With the jessamine vine, In a land where life is all divine.
Lotus And poppy, Honey and dew, Make I of these a magical brew, Quaff it, and wander in dreamland with you; Wander away, dear, never to grieve, In the wonderful land of The-make-believe.
Lovingly, Silently, Night after night I steal through the gates to the House of Delight, To the palace of bliss, And your hair and your eyes and your lips, dear, I kiss; I kiss them, and know that my life's not in vain, And I love you, and love you, again and again.
Empire, Dominion, Ambition, and all That men in their folly life's prizes would call, I would throw them away, If but for to-day, Close, close to my heart, my arms could enfold The form that I love in love's passionate hold.
Faith, Hope And love I have given to you; Heart, Mind And soul, I have given them, too; And I give,— I have given you all that a dreamer could give.
# Songs of Love and Rebellion/I only know

I ONLY KNOW
The mysteries and miracles I've never understood— I only know that Love is great and wise and strong and good; I only know that I am naught beside the seraphim, And that all the host of heaven by the side of Love is dim.
I only know the grandest star that gleams on mortal sight In Love's eternal vision is a fleck of dying light; That all the glorious wonder our midnight sky unfolds Is nothing to the grandeur that the eye of Love beholds.
I only know our universe, all limitless and grand, Is as a sea of atoms in the hollow of Love's hand; That all our vanished eons that have rolled through time away, And all our coming ages, are to Love a single day.
I only know that dreamings the to us seem all sublime, The soul of mortal music, and the heart of earthly rhyme, Our farthest sweep of wisdom, all our thought's divinest light, To Love is as a lantern in the fog-clouds of the night.
I only know my mission here is finite; that the breath I draw today tomorrow flies all swiftly unto death; And yet I feel that I am part of the undying whole, A kinsman and a comrade of Love's never-resting soul.
And this I know, whatever comes, or early yet or late, Somewhere, sometime, I shall arise a master over fate; For I have seen it written on my Mother Nature's breast, And Love has flashed it to me from the dreamlands of the blest.
# Songs of Love and Rebellion/Isabel

ISABEL
With the roses on your breast They have laid you down to rest, Isabel; And the world has come today Its last homage, dear, to pay To an angel gone away, Isabel.
Never yet has sweeter breath Met the icy kiss of death, Isabel; And the world will never view One more gentle or more true, Fairer, lovelier than you, Isabel.
In this narrow coffin lies All there is of earth and skies, Isabel; In this soft, white, clinging shroud Sleeps a spirit, brave and proud, Sinless, noble, and unbowed, Isabel.
Memory's white roses bloom, And love's lilies 'round your tomb, Isabel. They will keep the temple pure, And the priesthood high and true, 'Till in death I come to you, Isabel.
# Songs of Love and Rebellion/L'envoi

L'ENVOI.
For fame I ask not. For gold I care not. I am weary and would rest In the old child-nest.
I would lie down, heart to heart, O the old earth's heart— I would wander off and be With the olden mystery.
I would hear, From the pea-field, sweet and clear, Old bobwhite's whistle in my ear; And the blackbird Choir burst again Into the strain The world-free spirit heard.
I would go out there, and gaze Through the haze That comes drifting o'er the skies When the sunshine dies, And watch night Kiss to sleep the tired eyes of light.
Where the sea-wind sighs, And the fireflies In glowing armies come,, Spellbound, entranced with loveliness, I would pause as one grown dumb With happiness.
With the fairies, hand in hand, I would roam through Fairyland; There, in the clover, by the stream, I would fall face-down and dream.
I would go out home and find My own kind— Lie down on their graves and gain, As of old, surcease from pain.
I would thrust From my soul its weight of dust; From my heart I would put all care apart;
And hear what saith Innocence and love and faith. Nearer, Mother Nature, I would be To the lost gods and to thee.
# Songs of Love and Rebellion/I am weary

I AM WEARY.
I am weary, O my brothers, of the long march down the night; I am weary though the goal for which we battled is in sight; I am weary, O my brothers, and I long to turn aside To rest me in the gardens where the olden dreams abide.
I am weary, O my brothers, of the hard and glaring street, Where the promise of the spirit is forever incomplete; I am weary, I am yearning for the innocence that died When the wings of faith were bartered for the broken cruth of pride.
I am weary, O my brothers, I am sorrowing to death For the fragrance of the clover and the honeysuckle's breath; I am fainting for the lost-lands where the cool, sweet bayous flow, Where the lotus blooms forever and the water lilies grow.
I am weary, O my brothers, I am grieving for the word, For the high and mystic language that my soul at twilight heard; I am grieving, I am grieving for the nest-notes of the dove, For the melody and music of a world aglow with love.
I am weary, O my brothers, of the treason and the strife, Of this flowerless Sahara with its mirages of life; I am weary, O my brothers, of the long march up the night, I am weary though the goal for which we battled is in sight.
# Songs of Love and Rebellion/Jesus Christ

JESUS CHRIST
Then they seized you and they crowned you with a burning crown of thorns; Now, the masters bow before you and a servile priesthood fawns; In a far and distant Eden, in a hidden, gold-kept shrine, They have buried all the treasure of the truth that was divine.
On the cross they built for labor, lo! they hanged you in the night, And the jeering preachers cheered it as a deed for good and right; But the workers gathered 'round you, and the Revolution spread, And the priesthood and the masters for a moment were afraid.
Down the high-road of the ages marched your resurrected soul, And the pagan powers trembled as their strong hands lost control; But the priesthood and the masters they were ever full of guile, And they re-enchained the workers with a promise and a smile.
Yea! they built you divers temples, and they took you from the sod And set you up in heaven as an Emperor and God; And they read a mystic meaning in your pure and simple creed To the foolish workers dying on the battlefields of greed.
'Round your white and splendid altars they have reared a ghastly pile, Copied from the Roman Masters, imitations weak and vile, Where they hide you from the workers, where they rave at all who come Seeking for the priceless truths you uttered ere your lips grew dumb.
Superstition-blighted knowledge—prison upon prison piled— And the brazen creed of profit—thus have master hands defiled All the mighty work you fashioned in the ages long ago, When you led the hosts of labor and when labor loved you so.
# Songs of Love and Rebellion/Little girl

LITTLE GIRL
You were always brave and true, High and noble, through and through— There was nothing base in you, Little girl.
Like the stars that o'er us beam, Your pure spirit ruled supreme O'er life's every work and dream, Little girl.
You were of those higher spheres That the dreamer sees through tears When the genius of love appears, Little girl.
And, again, you were a part Of the great world's busy mart— Just a woman with a heart, Little girl.
You were all for which we pine, Were of life the bread and wine, And the spirit's home and shrine, Little girl.
Out there in the sunlight clear, In the pure heaven-atmosphere, Do the old dreams haunt you, dear Little girl.
Here on earth all is forlorn, For the song, the dream, the dawn, With your loving soul have gone, Little girl.
# Songs of Love and Rebellion/In God we trust

IN GOD WE TRUST
In God we trust—the God of Gold, The fiend Jehovah, hard and cold; The merciless, supreme Unjust— The God of Slaves—in Him we trust.
In God we trust—the God of Greed, The Sower of the Poisoned Seed; The Keeper of the House of Lust— Love's murderer—in Him we trust.
In God we trust—the God of Blood, Of Sword and Cross and Fire and Flood; Whose name is Death—whose Heart is dust— Life's crucifier—in Him we trust.
# Songs of Love and Rebellion/Lucifer, the Morning Star

LUCIFER, THE MORNING STAR
He was the first to face the wrath of priesthoods and of kings; He was the first to make his mind the judgment-place of things; He was the first to question, first to feel the steel of might— Lucifer, the Morning Star, the splendid and the bright!
Around his shining spirit, lo! the priests of earth have thrown A shadow and a terror that belongs to kings alone— A demon demons made him, crowned him prince of Utmost Night— Lucifer, the Morning Star, the splendid and the bright!
Through ages upon ages, they have cursed him day on day, But fearless and unconquered he has held them all at bay; Forever and forever he has faced them in the fight— Lucifer, the Morning Star, the splendid and the bright!
Hail to the first of rebels! To the chieftain, strong and brave, Who sounded first the bugle-call of freedom to the slave! Who never yet has faltered through time's long and dreary flight— Lucifer, the Morning Star, the splendid and the bright!
# The Amateur Emigrant and The Silverado Squatters/The Silverado Squatters

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"Vixerunt nonnuli in agris, delectati re sua familiari. His idem propositum fuit quod regibus, ut ne qua re agerent, ne cui parerent, libertate uterentur: cujus proprium est sic vivere ut velis."
Cic., De Off., I. xx.
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THE AUTHOR
# The American Cyclopædia (1879)/Eric IX.

Edition of 1879. See also Eric IX of Sweden on Wikipedia; and the disclaimer.
​ ERIC IX. (according to some historians, VIII.), king of Sweden, called after his death St. Eric, the son of “a good and wealthy yeoman” (in the words of an old Swedish chronicle) named Jedward, died May 18, 1160. His mother was Cecilia, sister of a former king. His wife was Christina, also of royal blood. He was elected to the throne of the Upper Swedes, or as it was called the “royal chair of Upsal,” in 1150. With a view to the spread of Christianity he undertook in 1157 a crusade against the heathen of Finland, and by transplanting Swedish colonists thither laid the foundation of the conquest of that country. On his return to Upsal he was attacked by a Danish prince, Magnus Henrikson, and in the battle that followed, at East Aras (modern Upsal), he fell covered with wounds. His virtues id the austerity of his life procured him the reputation of a saint; but he was never canonized. His rule, which at first extended only over Sweden proper (or Upper Sweden), after death of King Swerker in 1155 also embraced Gothland (Lower Sweden). The effigy St. Eric is preserved upon the arms of the city of Stockholm; and his remains are in the cathedral of Upsal.
# The American Cyclopædia (1879)/Ender, Johann Nepomuk

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ENDER, Johann Nepomuk, an Austrian painter, born in Vienna, Nov. 3, 1793, died there, March 16, 1854. He studied at the Vienna academy, and when he had hardly attained his majority won its four leading prizes. He accompanied the Hungarian count Szecheni on a journey through Greece and Turkey in 1818. In 1820 he went to Italy, and in Florence and Rome produced a number of works from Biblical and historical subjects. In 1827 he returned to Vienna, after spending a year in Paris. The more noteworthy of his works are his great cartoon of the entry of Christ into Jerusalem; “Judith,” exhibited in 1824; and several frescoes of much merit, one of which, the last of his important productions, is in a chapel of the church of St. Stephen in Vienna.
# The American Cyclopædia (1879)/Endicott, John

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ENDICOTT, John, governor of Massachusetts, born in Dorchester, England, in 1589, died in Boston, Mass., March 15, 1665. He was sent out by the “Massachusetts Company” to carry on the plantation at Naumkeag, or Salem, where he arrived Sept. 6, 1628. In April, 1629, he was chosen governor of “London's plantation;” but in August it was determined to transfer the charter and government of the colony to New England, and Winthrop was appointed governor. In 1636, with Capt. Underhill, Endicott conducted the sanguinary but ineffectual expedition against the Block Island and Pequot Indians. He was deputy governor of the Massachusetts colony from 1641 to 1644, in 1650, and 1654; and was governor in 1644 and 1649, from 1651 to 1654, and from 1655 to 1665. He was bold and energetic, a sincere and zealous Puritan, rigid in his principles, and severe in the execution of the laws against those who differed from the religion of the colony. So averse was he to everything savoring of popery, that he cut out the cross from the military standard. He was opposed to long hair, insisted that the women should wear veils in public assemblies, and did all in his power to establish what he deemed a pure church. During his administration four Quakers were put to death in Boston.
# The American Cyclopædia (1879)/Eric XIV.

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​ ERIC XIV., king of Sweden, the son and successor of Gustavus Vasa, born Dec. 13, 1533, died Feb. 26, 1577. In youth he was distinguished for his handsome person, his intelligence, and numerous accomplishments; but his passionate and suspicious disposition and immoderate indulgence in pleasure early awakened the apprehensions of his father. Toward his brothers, John, Magnus, and Charles, who had been created dukes of Finland, East Gothland, and Södermanland, he was always jealous and hostile. He succeeded to the throne in 1560, inheriting the good will of his people, a full treasury, and a prosperous and happy kingdom, and inaugurated his reign by expending what seemed to the Swedes incredible sums on the festivals and pageants attending his coronation. Gustavus shortly before his death had made overtures of marriage to Elizabeth of England in behalf of his son, who, besides keeping alive these negotiations, opened similar ones with Mary queen of Scots, the princess Renée of Lorraine, and the princess of Hesse. But he married Katrina Mansdotter, the daughter of a corporal of his guards, whose beauty attracted his notice as she was selling fruits in the market place of Stockholm. Katrina seems to have been sincerely attached to Eric, and remained true to him amid all his misfortunes. In the beginning of his reign he displayed considerable executive ability, and made several judicious reforms in the civil and ecclesiastical government of the kingdom. He was a patron of science and art, and was the first to introduce the titles of baron and count into Sweden. During nearly his whole reign he was engaged in wars with Denmark and Poland, in the course of which the Swedes acquired from the latter country the Baltic provinces of Livonia and Revel, although at great cost of men and money, whole provinces having been depopulated to supply the army. The animosity of the king toward his brothers increased with years, and finally led to violent measures. John, who had married Catharine, daughter of Sigismund I., king of Poland, without Eric's consent, was besieged in his castle at Abo, and condemned to an imprisonment of four years, and the others were in constant fear of their lives. Assassination became frequent, and under the influence of the royal favorite, Göran Pehrssen, some of the oldest nobility, including the Sture family, were put to death. In the midst of these excesses Eric was attacked by madness, the effect of remorse, and for several days wandered alone in the forest. His brothers John and Charles at length rose in rebellion, and besieged Eric in Stockholm, who after some resistance capitulated, Sept. 30, 1568. He was deposed by the Swedish diet, and after languishing more than eight years in prison was poisoned by order of his brother John, who had succeeded to the throne.
# The American Cyclopædia (1879)/Emetics

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EMETICS, medicines used to produce vomiting. They may be divided into two classes, specific and irritant. The first class require for their operation absorption into the circulation, and they produce their specific effects whether they are absorbed from the stomach or injected directly into the blood. When taken internally their action does not commonly commence until after 20 or 30 minutes; then nausea, chilliness, and a feeling of weakness are produced, while the pulse is slow and soft; and as vomiting is induced, these give way to a flushed countenance, a warm skin, and a full pulse. The most important of these are tartar emetic (tartrate of antimony and potash), ipecacuanha, and the lately discovered apomorphia, which is an artificial alkaloid, prepared, as its name indicates, from morphia. Tartar emetic has recently been supposed to produce its effect, like the second class, by an irritant action upon the mucous membrane of the stomach, to which it is either directly applied or by which it is excreted when injected into the blood. Apomorphia, when injected subcutaneously, acts with great rapidity and in much smaller dose than when given by the stomach. Lobelia inflata, or Indian tobacco, has been largely used as an emetic by botanic practitioners, but is exceedingly depressing in its effects. Irritant emetics, as sulphate of zinc, copper, mustard, &c., on the other hand, produce vomiting by their direct effect upon the lining membrane of the stomach. Their action is immediate and unpreceded by any nausea or other precursory symptoms. They are used chiefly in cases of narcotic poisoning, and of accumulation in the bronchial tubes, where from the feebleness of the patient it is desirable to shun the depression preceding the action of ordinary emetics, while full and prompt vomiting is required. Emetics were formerly used extensively in the treatment of a large variety of diseases; but the careful observation of recent times has greatly restricted their employment. They find their most appropriate use in relieving the stomach from an excess of food, or from indigestible food, and from poisons, and occasionally in the treatment of bronchitis and croup.
# The American Cyclopædia (1879)/Ephesians, Epistle to the

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EPHESIANS, Epistle to the, one of the canonical books of the New Testament. It consists of two parts, the first (ch. i. to iii. 21) being chiefly doctrinal, the second hortatory and practical. The epistle purports to have been written by the apostle Paul during his captivity. Its Pauline origin, generally recognized by the ancient church as well as by the
early heretical sects, was for the first time called into question by Usteri (Entwickelung des Paulinischen Lehrbegriffs, Zurich, 1824), Schleiermacher (Einleitung in das N. T.), and DeWette (Einleitung in die kanonischen Bücher des N. T.), chiefly an account of the style of the epistle, which in their opinion shows marked peculiarities. The Tübingen school, in particular Baur (Paulus der Apostel, 1845) and Schwegler (Das nachapostolische Zeitalter, 1845), disputes its Pauline origin, on the ground that the epistle contains doctrines which are entirely foreign to the genuine Pauline epistles. According to Schwegler, it contains the principles of the Montanists, while Baur believes it to be pervaded by Gnostic views. The majority, however, even of the theologians of the liberal schools (among them Reuss, Rückert, and Schenkel), defend its authenticity. — According to the opening words, the epistle was addressed “to the saints that are in Ephesus,” but the words “in Ephesus” are omitted in the most ancient manuscripts extant (Vatican and Sinaitic codices), and appear to have been unknown to the earliest church writers. Hence some theologians, as Grotius and Paley, have adopted the opinion of Marcion that it was addressed to the church of Laodicea, and that it really is the epistle to the Laodiceans mentioned in Coloss. iv. 16, and commonly supposed to be lost. Others, as Archbishop Usher, Bleek, and probably the majority of modern exegetical writers, maintain that it was a circular letter for the use of several churches. It was formerly the common belief that the epistle was written at Rome about A. D. 57; but the opinion, first advanced by David Schulz (Studien und Kritiken, 1829), that Cæsarea has better claims than Rome, has been adopted by a considerable number of prominent theologians, as Schneckenburger, Schott, Wiggers, Thiersch, Reuss, Meyer, and Schenkel, who generally assume that it was written about 60 or 61, simultaneously with the epistle to the Colossians and Philemon. Special commentaries on this epistle have been written by Matthies(1834) and Rückert (1834). See also Bleek, Vorlesungen über die Briefe an die Kolosser, den Philemon und die Ephesier (1865).
# The American Cyclopædia (1879)/Encyclopædia

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ENCYCLOPÆDIA. See Cyclopædia.