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# Letters of Two Brides/Chapter XXIX

December 1825.
Madame,—It is the desire of my wife that you should not learn first from the formal announcement of an event which has filled us with joy. Renee has just given birth to a fine boy, whose baptism we are postponing till your return to Chantepleurs. Renee and I both earnestly hope that you may then come as far as La Crampade, and will consent to act as godmother to our firstborn. In this hope, I have had him placed on the register under the name of Armand-Louis de l'Estorade.
Our dear Renee suffered much, but bore it with angelic patience. You, who know her, will easily understand that the assurance of bringing happiness to us all supported her through this trying apprenticeship to motherhood.
Without indulging in the more or less ludicrous exaggerations to which the novel sensation of being a father is apt to give rise, I may tell you that little Armand is a beautiful infant, and you will have no difficulty in believing it when I add that he has Renee's features and eyes. So far, at least, this gives proof of intelligence.
The physician and accoucheur assure us that Renee is now quite out of danger; and as she is proving an admirable nurse—Nature has endowed her so generously!—my father and I are able to give free rein to our joy. Madame, may I be allowed to express the hope that this joy, so vivid and intense, which has brought fresh life into our house, and has changed the face of existence for my dear wife, may ere long be yours?
Renee has had a suite of rooms prepared, and I only wish I could make them worthy of our guests. But the cordial friendliness of the reception which awaits you may perhaps atone for any lack of splendor.
I have heard from Renee, madame, of your kind thought in regard to us, and I take this opportunity of thanking you for it, the more gladly because nothing could now be more appropriate. The birth of a grandson has reconciled my father to sacrifices which bear hardly on an old man. He has just bought two estates, and La Crampade is now a property with an annual rental of thirty thousand francs. My father intends asking the King's permission to form an entailed estate of it; and if you are good enough to get for him the title of which you spoke in your last letter, you will have already done much for your godson.
For my part, I shall carry out your suggestions solely with the object of bringing you and Renee together during the sessions of the Chamber. I am working hard with the view of becoming what is called a specialist. But nothing could give me greater encouragement in my labors than the thought that you will take an interest in my little Armand. Come, then, we beg of you, and with your beauty and your grace, your playful fancy and your noble soul, enact the part of good fairy to my son and heir. You will thus, madame, add undying gratitude to the respectful regard of Your very humble, obedient servant, LOUIS DE L'ESTORADE.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 128/Issue 1651

LITTELL'S LIVING AGE.
| Fifth Series, Volume XIII. | $\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,$ | No. 1651. — January 29, 1876. | $\scriptstyle {\left\{{\begin{matrix}\ \end{matrix}}\right.}$ | From Beginning Vol. CXXVIII. |
CONTENTS. :
| I. | A Prussian Campaign in Holland, | Edinburgh Review, | 259 |
| II. | Left-Handed Elsa. Part II., | Blackwood's Magazine, | 274 |
| III. | Corneille, and the Literary Society of his Age. By the author of "Mirabeau," etc., | Temple Bar, | 281 |
| IV. | The Story of Monique. By Julia Kavanagh, | Argosy, | 293 |
| V. | A Neglected Humorist, | Temple Bar, | 303 |
| VI. | Good-Will towards Men, | Queen, | 313 |
| VII. | Cheese-Factories in America, | Philadelphia Ledger, | 315 |
| VIII. | A New Paper-making Material, | Chambers' Journal, | 316 |
| IX. | How to Breathe Properly, | Public Health, | 318 |
| X. | The Monasteries and the Poor-laws, | Month, | 318 |
POETRY. :
| Morning Musings. | | Come Near to Me, | 258 |
| I. — My Heart, | 258 | The Cynic's Carol, | 258 |
| II. — God's Lilies, | 258 | Silenced and Forgotten. A Monk's Soliloquy, | 319 |
| III. — Patience, | 258 | Silenced and Forgotten. A Monk's Soliloquy, | |
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 128/Issue 1650/Waiting

* WAITING
* Do the little brown twigs complain
* That they have n't a leaf to wear?
* Or the grass, when the wind and rain
* Pull at her matted hair ?
* Do the little brooks struggle and moan
* When the ice has frozen their feet?
* Or the moss turn gray as a stone,
* Because of the cold and sleet?
* Do the buds that the leaves left bare
* To strive with their wintry fate,
* In a moment of deep despair.
* Destroy what they cannot create?
* Oh, nature is teaching us there
* To patiently wait, and wait.
* A. E. J.
* Transcript
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 128/Issue 1649/Hymnus Responsorius

HYMNUS RESPONSORIUS :
| | I. | I. |
| | "Scis te lassum? scis languentem? Luctu contristaris? Audin' 'Veni, veniensque Pace perfruaris." | Art thou weary, art thou languid, Art thou sore distrest? "Come to Me," saith One, "and coming, Be at rest!" |
| | II. | II. |
| R. | Notas habet, quas agnôrim Istum consectatus? "Manus, Plantæ, cruentatæ, Cruentatum Latus." | Hath He marks to lead me to Him, If He be my guide? "In His Feet and Hands are wound-prints, And His Side." |
| | III. | III. |
| R. | Ecquid portat, pro corona Quæ Monarchas ornat? "Diadema, sed spinarum, Frontem Hanc adornat." | Hath He diadem as Monarch That His Brow adorns? "Yea, a Crown, in very surety, But of thorns." |
| | IV. | IV. |
| R. | Sin obnitar, sin attingam, Quî remunerabit? "Luctûs, fletûs, ac laborum Largitatem dabit." | If I find Him, if I follow, What His guerdon here?, "Many a sorrow, many a labour, Many a tear." |
| | V. | V. |
| R. | Sin obstrictus adhærebo, Quis in fine status? "Viæ meta, luctûs fuga, Labor exantlatus." | If I still hold closely to Him, What hath He at last? "Sorrow vanquished, labour ended, Jordan past." |
| | VI. | VI. |
| R. | Si receptum supplicâssim, Votum exaudiret? "Quanquam Terra, quanquam Cœlum In ruinam iret." | If I ask Him to receive me, Will He say me nay? "Not till Earth, and not till Heaven Pass away." |
| | VII. | VII. |
| R. | Persistentem, perluctantem Certus est beare? "Vates quisque, Martyr, Virgo, Angelus, testare!" | Finding, following, keeping, struggling, Is He sure to bless? "Angels, Martyrs, Prophets, Virgins, Answer, Yes!" |
| | W.E. Gladstone. Nov., 1875. | By Dr. John Mason Neale (No. 254, Hymns Ancient and Modern, Revised and Enlarged); taken from the Greek of St. Stephen the Sabaite. |
| Contemporary Review. ||||
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 128/Issue 1649/Two Sonnets

* TWO SONNETS.
* I. — WINTER SORROW.
* A grey and leaden sky, without a break,
* Shuts in the narrow world whereon I look,
* And, day by day, mine ears almost forget
* To miss the babbling of the ice-bound brook.
* The woods stand rigid, ghostlike, draped in snow,
* Life is no longer there, nor pleasant sound,
* No breath is stirring in the bitter air,
* To bid them drop their burden to the ground.
* The drift lies deeply piled before my door,
* My little garden, touched by winter’s breath,
* Laid cold and smooth beneath his icy hand,
* Looks stark and changeless as the bed of death.
* ‘Tis thus my heart, thy desolation chill
* Holds me, like cruel winter, dumb and still.
* II. — SPRING SORROW.
* Spare me that clear, triumphant song of praise,
* Sweet thrush, with which thou welcomest the morn;
* It wakes too keen a sorrow in my heart,
* Who sigh to think another day is born.
* Ye opening buds, ye sounds and scents of spring,
* So deeply interwoven with the past,
* Ye touch the inmost fibre of my grief,
* And bring the bitter memories thronging fast.
* Not less the lilac crowns herself with bloom,
* And bright laburnums shake their tasselled gold, -
* Nor does the violet breathe one odour less
* Because my life is left me dark and cold;
* Only while earth and sky such joy express,
* I fain would turn me from their loveliness.
* A. E. J.
* Spectator
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 128/Issue 1650

LITTELL'S LIVING AGE.
| Fifth Series, Volume XIII. | $\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,$ | No. 1650. — January 22, 1876. | $\scriptstyle {\left\{{\begin{matrix}\ \end{matrix}}\right.}$ | From Beginning Vol. CXXVIII. |
CONTENTS. :
| I. | The Prose Works of Wordsworth, | Fortnightly Review, | 195 |
| II. | The Curate in Charge. By Mrs. Oliphant. Part VIII., | Macmillan's Magazine, | 208 |
| III. | In a Studio. By W. W. Story. Part VII., | Blackwood's Magazine, | 215 |
| IV. | Lawson's Travels in New Guinea, | Edinburgh's Review, | 226 |
| V. | Left-Handed Elsa, | Blackwood's Magazine, | 237 |
| VI. | The Limits of Illustration, | Spectator, | 247 |
| VII. | Consideration of Others, | Saturday Review, | 249 |
| VIII. | Diary and Correspondence of Samuel Pepys, | Academy, | 252 |
| IX. | Vesuvius, | Athenæum, | 254 |
POETRY. :
| Waiting, | 194 | Winter, | 194 |
| Miscellany, | Miscellany, | Miscellany, | 256 |
# Le Morte d'Arthur/Volume II/Book XI

Book XI
* Chapter I: How Sir Launcelot rode on his adventure, and how he holp a dolorous lady from her pain, and how that he fought with a dragon
* Chapter II: How Sir Launcelot came to Pelles, and of the Sangreal, and of Elaine, King Pelles' daughter
* Chapter III: How Sir Launcelot was displeased when he knew that he had lain by Dame Elaine, and how she was delivered of Galahad
* Chapter IV: How Sir Bors came to Dame Elaine and saw Galahad, and how he was fed with the Sangreal
* Chapter V: How Sir Bors made Sir Pedivere to yield him, and of marvellous adventures that he had, and how he achieved them
* Chapter VI: How Sir Bors departed; and how Sir Launcelot was rebuked of Queen Guenever, and of his excuse
* Chapter VII: How Dame Elaine, Galahad's mother, came in great estate unto Camelot, and how Sir Launcelot behaved him there
* Chapter VIII: How Dame Brisen by enchantment brought Sir Launcelot to Dame Elaine's bed, and how Queen Guenever rebuked him
* Chapter IX: How Dame Elaine was commanded by Queen Guenever to avoid the court, and how Sir Launcelot became mad
* Chapter X: What sorrow Queen Guenever made for Sir Launcelot, and how he was sought by knights of his kin
* Chapter XI: How a servant of Sir Aglovale's was slain, and what vengeance Sir Aglovale and Sir Percivale did therefore
* Chapter XII: How Sir Pervivale departed secretly from his brother, and how he loosed a knight bound with a chain, and of other doings
* Chapter XIII: How Sir Percivale met with Sir Ector, and how they fought long, and each had almost slain other
* Chapter XIV: How by miracle they were both made whole by the coming of the holy vessel of Sangreal
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 135/Issue 1749/A Wail for the Whale

* A WAIL FOR THE WHALE.
* Ah, alas! it is over forever!
* Has the climate — which most of us kills —
* Settled thee? Say, again shall I never
* Read thy name in large type in the bills?
* Must I stand at the door with my shilling,
* But to hear thy too pitiful tale?
* Is it useless to urge that I’m willing —
* Quite — to put down one more "for the whale?"
* Alas, yes, 'tis too true! Though they caught thee,
* Prepared for thee honors untold, —
* P'raps with Pongo to dine might have taught thee,—
* They couldn't quite cope with thy cold.
* And though M.D.'s abound in thy quarter,
* Alas, what could their science suggest?
* They might say, "Put its tail in hot water,—
* Try a plaster or two on its chest.
* "Such a cold! — all our practice can't match it;
* It floods diagnosis with doubt.
* Where on earth did our young patient catch it!
* Has it been in the water — or out?
* "We can picture an elephant wheezing,
* Or a Python knocked over by cramp,
* But a whale! — we can't fancy that sneezing,
* With a pulse at a hundred — from damp!"
* So I wonder, at human invention
* If thy too fishy nature took fright,
* When each minute, with kindest intention,
* Some one soused thee all day — and all night!
* If that voyage across the Atlantic, —
* Meant to handsomely butter thy bread, —
* Made thee long for a voice to cry, frantic,
* "Oh! do stop, I’ve a cold in my head!"
* Such a cold! Ah, too late they all rue it!
* And denounce thy berth minus a lid, —
* With a douche! For if that didn't do it,
* 'Tis not easy to tell thee what did!
* Ah! but there, — all is over forever!
* Though thy tank daily empties and fills,
* I shall never again — I shall never
* Read thy name in large type in the bills!
* Punch.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 135/Issue 1750/A Picture

* A PICTURE.
* Two little souls, a boy and a girl,
* Wandering on to the foot of the hill.
* Bushes of green and blossoms of pearl
* Laugh at themselves in the roadside rill.
* Crossing the lane a gorgeous jay,
* Bathed in the light of a fluttering ray,
* Jauntily chatters, "Some day, some day!"
* Two sweet souls, a man and a maid
* (Beechen branches twisted above),
* Picking the daisies which sprinkle a glade,
* And trying their luck at a game of love:
* "This year!" "Next year!" What do they say?
* And out of the beeches the curious jay
* Peeps and chuckles, "Some day, some day!"
* Two old souls, and the end of the day
* Follows them home to the foot of the hill;
* One late gleam which has wandered astray
* Breaks from a copse and dimples the rill.
* Autumn leaves are strewing the way,
* And hoarse from the larch the hungry jay
* Shouts out to the night, "Some day, some day!"
* Two poor souls in the dead of the night,
* Side by side, lie stiffened and still;
* And the winter’s moon just softens her light,
* As it solemnly rests at the foot of the hill.
* Remembering the bees and the buds and the May,
* The summer gold and the autumn gray,
* And the warm green lane where the beetles play,
* In the crisp cold night the shivering jay
* Croaks out of his dream, "Some day, some day!"
* Tinsley's Magazine.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 135/Issue 1750/Homeward

* HOMEWARD.
* "There remaineth a rest."
* I.
* The day dies slowly in the western sky;
* The sunset splendor fades, and wan and cold
* The far peaks wait the sunrise; cheerily
* The goat-herd calls his wanderers to the fold.
* My weary soul, that fain would cease to roam,
* Take comfort; evening bringeth all things home.
* II.
* Homeward the swift-winged seagull takes her flight;
* The ebbing tide breaks softer on the sand;
* The red-sailed boats draw shoreward for the night,
* The shadows deepen over sea and land.
* Be still, my soul, thine hour shall also come;
* Behold, one evening, God shall lead thee home.
* Sunday Magazine.H.M.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 135/Issue 1750/My Flower

* MY FLOWER.
* Oh! it waited all through the year to bloom,
* Waited, and weathered the wind, the gloom,
* Pent, and folded, and shaded
* Oh! it blossom’d at last for an hour, an hour,
* The beautiful, beautiful sun-kiss'd flower!
* And at blaze of the noontide faded.
* Faded, and fell in the fervid air
* That had nursed its waking, and made it fair;
* Dead with the passion of living.
* Oh! spent and lost, forever and aye!
* A year of work for an hour of play!
* A gift withdrawn at the giving!
* How shall I measure the good, the ill,
* The pain of waiting, the pain of fill,
* Long hoping, and short fruition?
* Shall I nip the buds lest they shed their flowers
* In the swift, sweet warmth of meridian hours?
* Shall I call the shedding perdition?
* No: buds must open, and flowers must blow,
* So kiss them passing, and let them go,
* With not too heavy a sorrow;
* Petals are frail of the fairest flower,
* Yet the fruit at its broken heart hath power
* To yield new beauty to-morrow.
* Examiner.L. S. Bevington
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 135/Issue 1749/A Ballad of the "Thuner-See"

* A BALLAD OF THE "THUNER-SEE."
* Soft on the lake's soft bosom we twain
* Float in the haze of a dim delight,
* While the wavelets cradle the sleepless brain,
* And the eyes are glad of the lessening light,
* And the east with a fading glory is bright —
* The lingering smile of a sun that is set —
* And the earth in its tender sorrow is dight,
* And the shadow that falleth hath spared us yet!
* Oh! the mellow beam of the suns that wane,
* Of the joys, ah me! that are taking flight;
* Oh, the sting of a rapture too near to pain,
* And of love that loveth imdeath's despite!
* But the hour is ours, and its beauty's might
* Subdues our souls to a still regret,
* While the Blumlis-Alp unveils to the night,
* And the shadow that falleth hath spared us yet!
* Now we set our prow to the land again,
* And our backs to those splendors ghostly white,
* But a mirrored star with a watery train
* We hold in our wake as a golden kite;
* When we near the shore, with its darkening height,
* And its darker shade on the waters set,
* Lo! the dim shade fleeth before our sight,
* And the shadow that falleth hath spared us yet!
* ENVOY.
* From the jewelled circles where I indite
* This song, which my faithless tears make wet,
* We trail the light till its jemmed rings smite
* The shadow, — that falleth! and spares us yet.
* Spectator.Emily Pfeiffer
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 135/Issue 1750

LITTELL'S LIVING AGE.
| Fifth Series, Volume XX. | $\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,$ | No. 1750. — December 29, 1877. | $\scriptstyle {\left\{{\begin{matrix}\ \end{matrix}}\right.}$ | From Beginning Vol. CXXXV. |
CONTENTS. :
| I. | Books and Critics, | Fortnightly Review, | 771 |
| II. | Doris Barugh. A Yorkshire Story. By Katharine S. MacQuoid, the author of "Patty." Part IX., | Good Words, | 783 |
| III. | Three Weeks with the Hop-Pickers, | Fraser's Magazine, | 789 |
| IV. | Erica. Part VI. Translated for The Living Age from the German of | Frau von Ingersleben, | 799 |
| V. | Andersen's Friendships. By Annie Wood, | Temple Bar, | 807 |
| VI. | The Czar's Clemency; a Polish Priest's Story, | Cornhill Magazine, | 812 |
| VII. | Lawful English, | Examiner, | 821 |
| VIII. | The Causes of the English Worship of Success, | Spectator, | 822 |
| | ⁂ Title and Index to Volume CXXXV. | | |
POETRY. :
| A Picture, | 770 | Homeward, | 770 |
| My Flower, | 770 | Indian Summer, | 770 |
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 135/Issue 1750/Indian Summer

* INDIAN SUMMER
* Her harvests gathered and her wines distilled,
* And all fair robes laid by for festal spring,
* The year sits down her argosies to build
* That shall from Orient climes sweet traffic bring.
* With wistful smiles she sets them all afloat,
* Beneath blue skies soft veiled with gathering mist —
* Like tears that rise in mother-eyes that note
* The dear girl-face some beckoning love has kissed —
* And says: "Go forth where rarest lilies bloom!
* Bear spice and perfume from the nether seas!
* When silent grows the winter’s crashing loom
* Return, with all the joy of buds and bees!"
* Evening Post.Kate M. Sherwood
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 135/Issue 1749

LITTELL'S LIVING AGE.
| Fifth Series, Volume XX. | $\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,$ | No. 1749. — December 22, 1877. | $\scriptstyle {\left\{{\begin{matrix}\ \end{matrix}}\right.}$ | From Beginning Vol. CXXXV. |
CONTENTS. :
| I. | Some Sonnets of Campanella, | Cornhill Magazine, | 707 |
| II. | Erica. Part V. Translated for The Living Age from the German of | Frau von Ingersleben, | 717 |
| III. | Life and Times of Thomas Becket. By James Anthony Froude. Part VI., | Nineteenth Century, | 723 |
| IV. | Da Capo. By Miss Thackeray. Conclusion, | Advance Sheets, | 736 |
| V. | The Case of Lord Dundonald, | Gentleman's Magazine, | 746 |
| VI. | Green Pastures and Piccadilly. By William Black. Conclusion, | Harper's Bazar, | 752 |
| VII. | A Mighty Sea-Wave, | Cornhill Magazine, | 758 |
| VIII. | The Sun's Distance, | Nature, | 766 |
POETRY. :
| A Wail for the Whale, | 706 | A Ballad of the "Thuner-See", | 706 |
| A Cry, | 706 | | |
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 135/Issue 1749/A Cry

* A CRY.
* Lo! I am weary of all, —
* Of men, and their love and their hate;
* I have been long enough life's thrall,
* And the toy of a tyrant fate.
* I would have nothing but rest,
* I would not struggle again;
* Take me now to thy breast,
* Earth, sweet mother of men.
* Hide me, and let me sleep;
* Give me a lonely tomb,
* So close and so dark and so deep,
* I shall hear no trumpet of doom.
* There let me lie forgot,
* When the dead at its blast are gone;
* Give me to hear it not,
* But only to slumber on.
* This is the fate I crave,
* For I look to the end, and see,
* If there be not rest in the grave,
* There will never be rest for me.
* Spectator.H. E. CLarke.
# John Stuart Mill

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## John Stuart Mill

* "John Stuart Mill" in Popular Science Monthly, 3 (July 1873) (unattributed)
* Bain, Alexander (1879–80), John Stuart Mill. Published in 6 parts; see:
** "John Stuart Mill I" in Popular Science Monthly, 14 (April 1879)
** "John Stuart Mill II" in Popular Science Monthly, 15 (July 1879)
** "John Stuart Mill III" in Popular Science Monthly, 15 (October 1879)
** "John Stuart Mill IV" in Popular Science Monthly, 16 (November 1879)
** "John Stuart Mill V" in Popular Science Monthly, 16 (January 1880)
** "John Stuart Mill VI" in Popular Science Monthly, 16 (February 1880)

## Mill, John Stuart

* "Mill, John Stuart," in The New International Encyclopædia, New York: Dodd, Mead and Co. (1905) (unattributed)
* "Mill, John Stuart," in A Short Biographical Dictionary of English Literature, by John William Cousin, London: J. M. Dent & Sons (1910)
* "Mill, John Stuart," by William Minto and John Malcolm Mitchell in Encyclopædia Britannica (11th ed., 1911)
* "Mill, John Stuart," in The New Student's Reference Work, Chicago: F.E. Compton and Co. (1914) (unattributed)

## See also

* Author:John Stuart Mill
# John Simmons Company v. Grier Bros. Company

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United States Supreme Court
258 U.S. 82
John Simmons Company v. Grier Bros. Company
Argued: Nov. 8, 1921. --- Decided: Feb 27, 1922
Mr. James Q. Rice, of New York City, for petitioner.
Messrs. C. P. Byrnes, David A. Reed, George H. Parmelee, and George E. Stebbins, all of Pittsburgh, Pa., for respondent.
Mr. Justice PITNEY delivered the opinion of the Court.

## Notes

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# John Stevens Cabot Abbott

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* "Abbott, John Stevens Cabot," in A Short Biographical Dictionary of English Literature, by John William Cousin, London: J. M. Dent & Sons (1910)
* "Abbott, John Stevens Cabot," in Encyclopædia Britannica (11th ed., 1911)
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# John Smith, Fellow Fine

Nursery rhyme (Roud 12964)
* "Blow Bellows Blow" in Tommy Thumb's Pretty Song Book by Nurse Lovechild (1744)
* "Shoe a Horse" (21 variants) in "Children's Amusements" by Walter Gregor (The Folk-Lore Journal, 1886)
* "John Smith fellow fine" in "Dorsetshire Children's Games, &c" by John Symonds Udal (The Folk-Lore Journal, 1889)
* "Cobbler, cobbler, mend my shoe" (combined with the nursery rhyme "Cobbler, Cobbler") in A Book of Nursery Songs and Rhymes by Sabine Baring-Gould (1895)
* "The Blacksmith" in The Real Mother Goose by Blanche Fisher Wright (1916)