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# Jesus, My Advocate Above

1. Jesus, my Advocate above,
My Friend before the throne of love;
If now for me prevails the prayer,
If now I find thee pleading there;
If thou the secret wish convey,
And sweetly prompt my heart to pray;
Hear, and my weak petitions join,
Almighty Advocate, to thine!
2. Fain would I know my utmost ill,
And groan my nature's weight to feel:
To feel the clouds that round me roll,
The night that hangs upon my soul,
The darkness of my carnal mind,
My will perverse, my passions blind,
Scatter'd o'er all the earth abroad,
Immeasurably far from God!
3. Jesu, my heart's desire obtain;
My earnest suit present, and gain;
My fulness of corruption show,
The knowledge of myself bestow;
A deeper displacence at sin,
A sharper sense of hell within,
A stronger struggling to get free,
A keener appetite for thee!
4. O sovereign Love, to thee I cry;
Give me thyself, or else I die;
Save me from death; from hell set free!
Death, hell, are but the want of thee.
Quicken'd by thy imparted flame,
Saved, when possess'd of thee, I am;
My life, my only heaven, thou art;
O might I feel thee in my heart!
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# Jesus, Who Bought Us with His Blood

The prayer of JABEZ by John Newton
    Jesus, Who bought us with His blood,
    And makes our souls His care;
    Was known of old as Israel’s God,
    And answered Jabez’ prayer.
    Jabez! a child of grief! the name
    Befits poor sinners well;
    For Jesus bore the cross and shame,
    To save our souls from hell.
    Teach us, O Lord, like him, to plead
    For mercies from above;
    O come, and bless our souls indeed,
    With light, and joy, and love.
    The Gospel’s promised land is wide,
    We fain would enter in;
    But we are pressed, on every side,
    With unbelief and sin.
    Arise; O Lord, enlarge our coast,
    Let us possess the whole;
    That Satan may no longer boast
    He can Thy work control.
    Oh, may Thine hand be with us still,
    Our Guide and Guardian be;
    To keep us safe from every ill,
    Till death shall set us free.
    Help us on Thee to cast our care,
    And on Thy Word to rest;
    That Israel’s God, Who heareth prayer,
    Will grant us our request.
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# Le Morte d'Arthur/Volume I/Book VI

* Chapter I: How Sir Launcelot and Sir Lionel departed from the court for to seek adventures, and how Sir Lionel left him sleeping and was taken
* Chapter II: How Sir Ector followed for to seek Sir Launcelot, and how he was taken by Sir Turquine
* Chapter III: How four queens found Launcelot sleeping, and how by enchantment he was taken and led into a castle
* Chapter IV: How Sir Launcelot was delivered by the mean of a damosel
* Chapter V: How a knight found Sir Launcelot lying in his leman's bed, and how Sir Launcelot fought with the knight
* Chapter VI: How Sir Launcelot was received of King Bagdemagus' daughter, and how he made his complaint to her father
* Chapter VII: How Sir Launcelot behaved him in a tournament, and how he met with Sir Turquine leading Sir Gaheris
* Chapter VIII: How Sir Launcelot and Sir Turquine fought together
* Chapter IX: How Sir Turquine was slain, and how Sir Launcelot bade Sir Gaheris deliver all the prisoners
* Chapter X: How Sir Launcelot rode with a damosel and slew a knight that distressed all ladies and also a villain that kept a bridge
* Chapter XI: How Sir Launcelot slew two giants, and made a castle free
* Chapter XII: How Sir Launcelot rode disguised in Sir Kay's harness, and how he smote down a knight
* Chapter XIII: How Sir Launcelot jousted against four knights of the Round Table and overthrew them
* Chapter XIV: How Sir Launcelot followed a brachet into a castle, where he found a dead knight, and how he after was required of a damosel to heal her brother
* Chapter XV: How Sir Launcelot came into the Chapel Perilous and gat there of a dead corpse a piece of the cloth and a sword
* Chapter XVI: How Sir Launcelot at the request of a lady recovered a falcon, by which he was deceived
* Chapter XVII: How Sir Launcelot overtook a knight which chased his wife to have slain her, and how he said to him
* Chapter XVIII: How Sir Launcelot came to King Arthur's Court, and how there were recounted all his noble feats and acts
# Life in India/The Departure

LIFE IN INDIA.
Departure.
The hour for embarkation came. Having received our instructions from the officers of the society which sent us forth, and a farewell from the churches, with hearts filled with mingled emotions of sorrow and joy, we repaired to the vessel that was to bear us to our home among the heathen of far-distant India.
Here all was activity and confusion: officers and crew were busy with preparations for casting off from the wharf, the owners of the ship were exchanging last words with the captain, fresh provisions were arriving for the voyage, while a thronging crowd of friends clustered around those with whom they were so soon to part, it might be, forever.
At length all was ready, and missionaries and friends gathered around an aged minister who had laboured thirty-three years in the land to which we were bound, listened to a last ad​﻿dress, joined in a last prayer, and then turned to take a last embrace. Mothers did not venture there. In the privacy of home they had wept their parting tears and given the parting kiss; but dear friends, fathers and brothers pressed for the last time to their hearts the objects of their love, then left us, and took their station upon the wharf to witness our departure. Hawsers were cleared away, sails set, the single plank that united us to our native land thrown off, and with a favouring wind, we were under weigh. Cheers from the wharf were answered from the ship, the crowd of gazers dispersed, and only some few warm-hearted ones remained in the cold October wind to watch the receding and lessening form of the ship, until, like a white-winged bird, it was lost in the distant horizon.
But we had still a connecting link with America. It was the pilot, who guided our ship down the harbour of Boston through rocks and islets to the open bay. Hurrying below, amid the confusion of boxes, trunks, baskets, bags, and luggage in all its forms, we found places on which to lay our paper, that we might once more write our farewells to dear friends whom we left,—left not because we loved them not, ​but because we heard the voice of God crying in our ears, “Go ye into all the world, and preach the gospel to every creature !"
And now the pilot has gone. He has borne with him our last words; friends will hear no more from us until oceans have been crossed by us, and re-crossed by some vessel bearing the news. The pilot in his little dancing craft glides lightly up the bay, and leaves us to plough our slow course through fourteen thousand miles of rolling ocean—the last bond to America is severed, and now—for India ho!
“The sails were filled, and fair the light winds blew,
As glad to bear us from our native home;
And fast the brown rocks faded from our view, And soon were lost in circumambient foam.”
# Leaves of Grass (1882)/By the Roadside/A Child's Amaze

A CHILD'S AMAZE.
Silent and amazed even when a little boy, I remember I heard the preacher every Sunday put God in his statements, As contending against some being or influence.
# Leaves of Grass (1882)/By the Roadside/Germs

GERMS.
Forms, qualities, lives, humanity, language, thoughts, The ones known, and the ones unknown, the ones on the stars, The stars themselves, some shaped, others unshaped, Wonders as of those countries, the soil, trees, cities, inhabitants, whatever they may be, Splendid suns, the moons and rings, the countless combinations and effects, Such-like, and as good as such-like, visible here or anywhere, stand provided for in a handful of space, which I extend my arm and half enclose with my hand, That containing the start of each and all, the virtue, the germs of all.
# Leaves of Grass (1882)/By the Roadside/A Farm Picture

A FARM PICTURE.
Through the ample open door of the peaceful country barn, A sunlit pasture field with cattle and horses feeding, And haze and vista, and the far horizon fading away.
# Leaves of Grass (1882)/By the Roadside/A Hand-Mirror

A HAND-MIRROR.
Hold it up sternly—see this it sends back, (who is it? is it you?) Outside fair costume, within ashes and filth, No more a flashing eye, no more a sonorous voice or springy step, Now some slave's eye, voice, hands, step, A drunkard's breath, unwholesome eater's face, venerealee's flesh, Lungs rotting away piecemeal, stomach sour and cankerous, Joints rheumatic, bowels clogged with abomination, Blood circulating dark and poisonous streams, Words babble, hearing and touch callous, No brain, no heart left, no magnetism of sex; Such from one look in this looking-glass ere you go hence, Such a result so soon—and from such a beginning!
# Leaves of Grass (1882)/By the Roadside/Gliding o'er All

GLIDING O'ER ALL.
Gliding o'er all, through all, Through Nature, Time, and Space, As a ship on the waters advancing, The voyage of the soul—not life alone, Death, many deaths I'll sing.
# Leaves of Grass (1882)/By the Roadside/Gods

GODS.
Lover divine and perfect Comrade, Waiting content, invisible yet, but certain, Be thou my God.
Thou, thou, the Ideal Man, Fair, able, beautiful, content, and loving, Complete in body and dilate in spirit, Be thou my God.
O Death, (for Life has served its turn,) Opener and usher to the heavenly mansion, Be thou my God.
Aught, aught of mightiest, best I see, conceive, or know, (To break the stagnant tie—thee, thee to free, O soul,) Be thou my God.
All great ideas, the races' aspirations, All heroisms, deeds of rapt enthusiasts, Be ye my Gods.
Or Time and Space, Or shape of Earth divine and wondrous, Or some fair shape I viewing, worship, Or lustrous orb of sun or star by night, Be ye my Gods.
# Leaves of Grass (1882)/By the Roadside/A Boston Ballad—1854

A BOSTON BALLAD. (1854.)
To get betimes in Boston town I rose this morning early, Here's a good place at the corner, I must stand and see the show.
Clear the way there Jonathan! Way for the President's marshal—way for the government cannon! Way for the Federal foot and dragoons, (and the apparitions copiously tumbling.)
I love to look on the Stars and Stripes, I hope the fifes will play Yankee Doodle.
​How bright shine the cutlasses of the foremost troops! Every man holds his revolver, marching stiff through Boston town.
A fog follows, antiques of the same come limping, Some appear wooden-legged, and some appear bandaged and bloodless.
Why this is indeed a show—it has called the dead out of the earth! The old graveyards of the hills have hurried to see! Phantoms! phantoms countless by flank and rear! Cock'd hats of mothy mould—crutches made of mist! Arms in slings—old men leaning on young men's shoulders.
What troubles you Yankee phantoms? what is all this chattering of bare gums? Does the ague convulse your limbs? do you mistake your crutches for firelocks and level them?
If you blind your eyes with tears you will not see the President's marshal, If you groan such groans you might balk the government cannon.
For shame old maniacs—bring down those toss'd arms, and let your white hair be, Here gape your great grandsons, their wives gaze at them from the windows, See how well dress'd, see how orderly they conduct themselves.
Worse and worse—can't you stand it? are you retreating? Is this hour with the living too dead for you?
Retreat then—pell-mell! To your graves—back—back to the hills old limpers! I do not think you belong here anyhow.
But there is one thing that belongs here—shall I tell you what it is; gentlemen of Boston?
I will whisper it to the Mayor, he shall send a committee to England, They shall get a grant from the Parliament, go with a cart to the royal vault, Dig out King George's coffin, unwrap him quick from the graveclothes, box up his bones for a journey, ​Find a swift Yankee clipper—here is freight for you, black-bellied clipper, Up with your anchor—shake out your sails—steer straight toward Boston bay.
Now call for the President's marshal again, bring out the government cannon, Fetch home the roarers from Congress, make another procession, guard it with foot and dragoons.
This centre-piece for them; Look, all orderly citizens—look from the windows, women!
The committee open the box, set up the regal ribs, glue those that will not stay, Clap the skull on top of the ribs, and clap a crown on top of the skull.
You have got your revenge, old buster—the crown is come to its own, and more than its own.
Stick your hands in your pockets, Jonathan—you are a made man from this day, You are mighty cute—and here is one of your bargains.
# Leaves of Grass (1882)/By the Roadside/Europe the 72d and 73d Years of These States

EUROPE,
The 72d and 73d Years of These States.
Suddenly out of its stale and drowsy lair, the lair of slaves, Like lightning it le'pt forth half startled at itself, Its feet upon the ashes and the rags, its hands tight to the throats of kings.
O hope and faith! O aching close of exiled patriots' lives! O many a sicken'd heart! Turn back unto this day and make yourselves afresh.
And you, paid to defile the People—you liars, mark! Not for numberless agonies, murders, lusts, For court thieving in its manifold mean forms, worming from his simplicity the poor man's wages, For many a promise sworn by royal lips and broken and laugh'd at in the breaking, ​Then in their power not for all these did the blows strike revenge, or the heads of the nobles fall; The People scorn'd the ferocity of kings.
But the sweetness of mercy brew'd bitter destruction, and the frighten'd monarchs come back, Each comes in state with his train, hangman, priest, tax-gatherer, Soldier, lawyer, lord, jailer, and sycophant.
Yet behind all lowering stealing, lo, a shape, Vague as the night, draped interminably, head, front and form, in scarlet folds, Whose face and eyes none may see, Out of its robes only this, the red robes lifted by the arm, One finger crook'd pointed high over the top, like the head of a snake appears.
Meanwhile corpses lie in new-made graves, bloody corpses of young men, The rope of the gibbet hangs heavily, the bullets of princes are flying, the creatures of power laugh aloud, And all these things bear fruits, and they are good.
Those corpses of young men, Those martyrs that hang from the gibbets, those hearts pierc'd by the gray lead, Cold and motionless as they seem live elsewhere with unslaughter'd vitality.
They live in other young men O kings! They live in brothers again ready to defy you, They were purified by death, they were taught and exalted.
Not a grave of the murder'd for freedom but grows seed for freedom, in its turn to bear seed, Which the winds carry afar and re-sow, and the rains and the snows nourish.
Not a disembodied spirit can the weapons of tyrants let loose, But it stalks invisibly over the earth, whispering, counseling, cautioning.
Liberty, let others despair of you—I never despair of you.
Is the house shut? is the master away? Nevertheless, be ready, be not weary of watching, He will soon return, his messengers come anon.
# Leaves of Grass (1882)/By the Roadside

* A Boston Ballad—1854
* Europe the 72d and 73d Years of These States
* A Hand-Mirror
* Gods
* Germs
* Thoughts
* When I Heard the Learn'd Astronomer
* Perfections
* O Me! O Life!
* To a President
* I Sit and Look Out
* To Rich Givers
* The Dalliance of the Eagles
* Roaming in Thought
* A Farm Picture
* A Child's Amaze
* The Runner
* Beautiful Women
* Mother and Babe
* Thought
* Visor'd
* Thought
* Gliding o'er All
* Hast Never Come to Thee an Hour
* Thought
* To Old Age
* Locations and Times
* Offerings
* To Identify the 16th, 17th or 18th Presidentiad
# Leaves of Grass (1882)/By the Roadside/Beautiful Women

BEAUTIFUL WOMEN.
Women sit or move to and fro, some old, some young, The young are beautiful—but the old are more beautiful than the young.
# Kern v. Huidekoper

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United States Supreme Court
103 U.S. 485
Kern v. Huidekoper
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. Edwin Walker for the plaintiff in error.
Mr. Henry Crawford, contra.
MR. JUSTICE WOODS delivered the opinion of the court.

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# Kerotest Manufacturing Company v. C-O-Two Fire Equipment Company

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United States Supreme Court
342 U.S. 180
Kerotest Manufacturing Company v. C-O-Two Fire Equipment Company
Argued: Nov. 30, 1951. --- Decided: Jan 2, 1952
Mr. Walter J. Blenko, Pittsburgh, Pa., for petitioner.
Mr. R. Morton Adams, New York City, for respondent.
Mr. Justice FRANKFURTER delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Kern-Limerick v. Scurlock/Dissent Black

* Court Documents
* Case Syllabus
* Opinion of the Court
* Dissenting Opinions Black Douglas
* Linked case(s):
* 221 Ark. 439 347 U.S. 110 223 Ark. 464
Mr. Justice Black, with whom The Chief Justice and Mr. Justice Douglas concur, dissenting.
The Court holds that Government purchasing agents can delegate to their subordinates authority to delegate to private persons power to buy goods for the Government and pledge its credit to pay for them. Alabama v. King & Boozer, 314 U.S. 1, 13, rejected a similar contention. The Court points to no statute which either expressly or by fair implication grants any such broad delegation authority to Government agents.
Experiences through the years have caused Congress to hedge in Government purchases by many detailed safeguards such as competitive bidding after public advertising. Due to a supposed necessity for haste, chosen Government officials have sometimes been granted temporary powers to buy supplies at their discretion. But these occasions, perhaps fortunately, have been rare, and have usually been limited to items costing little. The Court here, however, without any clear statutory author- ity,​ makes a tremendous break with long established buying practices which embodied safeguards wisely adopted to prevent needless waste of Government money. Maybe Congress has power, though I am not sure it has, to delegate Government spending to private contractors. Even so, a purpose to have Government business handled in such a loose manner should not be attributed to Congress in the absence of much more explicit statutory language than the Court is able to cite here.
I think the Supreme Court of Arkansas was right in sustaining the State's tax on authority of Alabama v. King & Boozer, supra. The Court in effect overrules that case. In doing so it moves back in the direction of discredited tax immunities like that sustained in the case of Gillespie v. Oklahoma, 257 U.S. 501, later disapproved. I would not do that, but would sustain application of this Arkansas tax to purchases of the cost-plus-a-fixed-fee contractor and affirm the State Supreme Court's judgment.
* ↑ For illustrations of experience with abuse of wartime Government contracting and purchasing, see Hearings Before House Committee on Military Affairs, 74th Cong., 1st Sess., on H.R. 3 and H.R. 5293, pp. 590–616, discussing profiteering during the Revolution, the Civil War, the War with Spain, and World War I. The hearings were held on a bill to end profiteering in wartime.
# Kern River Company v. United States

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United States Supreme Court
257 U.S. 147
Kern River Company v. United States
Argued: Oct. 20, 21, 1921. --- Decided: Nov 21, 1921
[Syllabus from pages 147-148 intentionally omitted]
Mr. James A. Gibson, of Los Angeles, Cal., for appellants.
Mr. Assistant Attorney General Riter, for the United States.
Mr. Justice VAN DEVANTER delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Kernan v. American Dredging Company

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United States Supreme Court
355 U.S. 426
Kernan v. American Dredging Company
Argued: Nov. 21, 1957. --- Decided: Feb 3, 1958
Mr. Abraham E. Freedman, Philadelphia, Pa., for petitioner.
Mr. T. E. Byrne, Jr., Philadelphia, Pa., for respondent.
Mr. Justice BRENNAN delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Littell's Living Age/Volume 140/Issue 1813/A Flower

* A FLOWER.
* Fair Maid of February! — drop of snow
* Enchanted to a flow'r, and therewithin
* A dream of April green, — who without sin
* Conceived wast, but how no man may know;
* I would thou mightest, being of heavenly kin,
* Pray for us all (thy lips are pure, altho'
* The soil be soak'd with tears and blood), to win
* Some pity somewhere for man's grievous woe.
* A foolish phantasy and fond conceit!
* Yet mark this little white-green bell, three-cleft,
* And muse upon it. Earth is not bereft
* Of miracles; lo, here is one complete:
* And after this the whole new springtime left,
* And all the roses that make summer sweet.
* Fraser's Magazine.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 140/Issue 1813/Skating

* SKATING.
* A REMINISCENCE.
* Where gleamed the ice-bound river, smooth and wide,
* I led her, o'er the crisp and sparkling snow.
* Then, while the frost-elves kissed a richer glow
* To maiden cheeks, we floated, side by side,
* Free as the winds, and swift as shadows glide,
* Down, down the broad, bright pathway.
* Borne on so, It were a joyous fate, it seemed, to go
* Forever with her down that charmed tide.
* But now the western clouds were fringed with flame;
* Above the pale hills hung the crescent moon;
* Stars through the deep-blue burned; and, as the day
* To dusky twilight yielded, back we came,
* Across the numb and drowsy land, till soon
* We saw the home lights twinkling far away.
* Transcript.Henry Terrell.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 140/Issue 1814

LITTELL'S LIVING AGE.
| Fifth Series, Volume XXV. | $\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,$ | No. 1814. — March 22, 1879. | $\scriptstyle {\left\{{\begin{matrix}\ \end{matrix}}\right.}$ | From Beginning Vol. CXL. |
CONTENTS. :
| I. | Felix Antoine Dupanloup, Bishop of Orleans. By C. de Warmont, | Nineteenth Century, | 707 |
| II. | Sir Gibbie. By George MacDonald, author of "Malcolm," "The Marquis of Lossie," etc. Part XVIII., | Advance Sheets | 723 |
| III. | Magazine Writers, | Blackwood's Magazine, | 739 |
| IV. | The Bride's Pass. By Sarah Tytler, author of "What She Came Through," "Lady Bell," etc. Part VI., | Advance Sheets | 747 |
| V. | William Etty, | Temple Bar, | 757 |
| VI. | An Old Friend with a New Face. By Thos. Hughes, | Macmillan's Magazine, | 763 |
| VII. | The French Expedition in Equatorial Africa, | Pall Mall Gazette, | 767 |
| VIII. | The Archimandrite Palladius, | Academy, | 768 |
POETRY. :
| Cathedral Bells and New-Year's Eve, | 706 | Night, | 706 |