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# O'Pry v. United States

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United States Supreme Court
249 U.S. 323
O'Pry v. United States
Argued: March 12, 1919. --- Decided: March 31, 1919
Messrs. George A. King and William B. King, both of Washington, D. C., and Alexander M. Garber, of Birmingham, Ala., for appellants.
Mr. Assistant Attorney General Brown, for the United States.
Mr. Justice McKENNA delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# O'Neill v. Leamer

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United States Supreme Court
239 U.S. 244
O'Neill v. Leamer
Argued: October 26 and 27, 1915. --- Decided: November 29, 1915
Messrs. William V. Allen and M. D. Tyler for plaintiffs in error.
Messrs. R. E. Evans and A. C. Strong for defendants in error.
Mr. Justice Hughes delivered the opinion of the court:

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# North country lass

THE
North Country Lass.
To which is added,
OXTER my LADDIE.
OLD KING COUL.
The HUMBLE BEGGAR.
May-Eve: Or, Kate of Aberdeen.
SOMETHING Else to Do.
Entered according to Order.
* The North Country Lass
* Oxter My Laddie
* Old King Coul
* The Humble Beggar
* May-Eve: or, Kate of Aberdeen
* Something Else to Do
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# North country lass/May-Eve: or, Kate of Aberdeen

May-Eve: or, Kate of Aberdeen.
THe siver moon’s enamour’d beams, steals softly through the night,
To wanton with the winding streams, and kiss reflected light: To courts begone! heart soothing sleep, where you’ve so seldom been, Whilst I-May’s wakeful vigil keep, with Kate of Aberdeen.
The nymphs and swains expectant wait, in primrose chaplet’s gay,
Till morn unbars her golden gate, and gives the promis’d May. The nymphs shall all declare, the promis’d May, when seen, Not half so fragrant, half so fair, as Kate of Aberdeen.
I’ll tune my pipe, and playful notes, and rouse yon nodding grove, Till new wak’d birds distend their throats, and hail the maid I love, At her approach the lark mistakes, and quits the new-dress’d green, Fond birds, 'tis new the moaning breaks, tis Kate of Aberdeen.
Now blithsome o’er the dewy mead, where elves disportive play, ​The festal dance young shepherds lead, or sing their love tun’d lay: Till May, in morning robe draws nigh, and claims a virgin Queen, The nymphs and swains exulting cry, “here’s Kate of Aberdeen,”
# North country lass/Oxter My Laddie

OXTER my LADDIE.
FIRST when my laddie and I did meet, He treated me with kisses so sweet:
It was low down in the meadows so green, I oxter’d my laddie where we were not seen, Where we were not seen, Where we were not seen,
I oxter’d my laddie Where we were not seen.
​But I being young and in my prime,
Kissing then I thought no crime:
But my stays are turn’d strait they’ll not meetmebyaspan
And all for the oxtering my laddie sae lang.
My laddie sae lang, &c.
When first my stays began to turn strait,
I went to my laddie and told him that;
He said they’d got rain, and had creepen in,
No, says she, my laddie, that’s not the thing,
That’s not the thing, &c.
First when my stays I began for to wear,
Neither kirk nor session I did fear;
With ruffles and ribbons and every thing bra’,
That few thought I’d oxter'd my laddie at a’,
My laddie, at a’, &c.
My love was so handsome in every degree,
His comely looks so enshared me;
But my belly’s turn’d big, & my heart’s full of care,
And I’ll ne’er oxter my laddie nae mair.
My laddie nae mair, &c.
My daddie is like to be my dead,
For losing of my maiden-head,
With a rock and a reel my minnie does me bang,
And all for the oxtering my laddie sae lang.
My laddie sae lang, &c.
My sister daily frowns on me,
For losing my virginity;
My sister calls me whore and jade.
And all for the oxtering my bonny lad.
My bonny lad, &c.
But if my sweet babe it was born,
My parents ne’er shall hold me in scorn,
For all their frowns I would disdain.
In hopes for to oxter my laddie again. My laddie &c.
I will never grudge what I have done,
Since my first born is a son,
With the pan, & the spoon he well foster’d shall be,
And the daddie of him for to oxter me. To oxter &c.
​My laddie he sent a love letter to me,
That in a short time we married should be, The same I received with heart and good will, And hopes for to enjoy my laddie still. My laddie still, &c.
My laddie sent me a braw gold ring, On our wedding-night a far better thing, And ay the o’erward of the tune, Was oxter the bride in the afternoon. In the afternoon, &c.
My daddie he my tocher paid, That very day that I was married, But what’s gone and past we ne’er can recall, Yet I’ll oxter my laddie in spite of them all. In spite of them all, &c.
Thirteen maidens all in a row, That day to the kirk with me did go; It was a bra’ time of sweet delight, For I oxter’d my laddie the length of the night. The length of the night, The length of the night, For I oxter’d my laddie the length of the night.
# North country lass/Something Else to Do

Something Else to Do.
To its own Proper Tune.
THE sun was deeping in the main, Bright Cynthia silver’d all the plain, When Colin turn’d his team to rest, And fought the lass he lov’d the best. As tow’rd her co'e he jogg’d along, Her name was frequent in his song; But when his errand Dolly knew, She vow’d she’d something else to do.
He swore he did esteem her more, Than any maid he’d seen before, In tender sighs pretending, he Would constant as the turtle be; Talk’d much of death, shou’d die refuse, And us’d such arts as lovers use, 'Tis fine, says Doll, if ’tis but true. But now I’ve something else to do.
Her pride then Collin thus addrest, Forgive me, Doll, I did but jest, To her that's kind I’ll constant prove, But, trust me I’ll ne’er die for love. Tho’ first she did his courtship scorn: Now Doll began to court in turn: Dear Collin, I was jesting too, Step in, I’ve nothing else to do.
F I N I S.
# North country lass/The Humble Beggar

The HUMBLE BEGGAR.
IN Scotland there lived a humble beggar, He had neither house, nor hauld, nor hame, But he was well liked by ilka bodie, And they gae him sunkets to rax his wame.
A nivesow of meal, and a handsow of groats, A dad of bannock or herring brie, Cauld paradge, or the lickings of plates, Wad make him blythe as a beggar could be.
This beggar he was a humble beggar, The feint a bit of pride had he, He wad ta’en his a’ms in a bikker, Frae gentlemen, or poor bodie.
His wallets ahint and afore did hang, In as good order as wallets could be, A lang kail-gully hang down by his side. And a meikle nout horn to rout on had he.
It happen’d ill, it happen’d warse, It happen’d fae, that he did die, And wha do ye think was at his late-wake, But lads and lasses of high degree.
Some were blythe, and some were sad. And some they play’d at Blind Harrie, But suddenly up started the auld carle, I redd ye good folks tak tent o’ me.
Up gat Kate that fat i’ the nook, Vow kimmer, and how do ye; Up he gat, and ca’d her a limmer, And ruggit and tuggit her cockernonie.
They houkit his grave in Duket’s kirk-yard, E’en far frae the companie; But when they were gaun to lay him i’ the yird, The feint a dead nor dead was he.
​And when they brought him to Duket’s kirk-yard,
He dunted on the kist, the broads did flie, And when they were gaun to put him i’ the yird. In fell the kist, and out lap he.
He cry’d, I’m cauld, I’m unca cauld, Fu’ fast ran the fo’k, and fu’ fast ran he: But he was first hame at his ain ingle side, And he helped to drink his ain dirgie.
# North country lass/Old King Coul

OLD KING COUL.
OLD King Coul was a jolly old Soul, and a jolly old soul was he, Old King Coul he had a brown bowl, and they brought him in fidlers three:
And every fidler was a very good fidler, and a very good fidler was he, Fidle-didle, fidle-didle, went the fidlers three
and there’s no a lass in braid Scotland,
compared to our sweet Marjory.
Old King Coul was a jolly old foul,
and a jolly old soul was he, ​Old King Coul he had a brown bowl,
and they brought him in pipers three: Ha-didle, how-didle, ha-didle, how-didle, went the pipers three:
Fidle-didle, fidle-didle, went the fidlers: And there's no a lass, &c.
Old King Coul was a jolly old soul,
and a jolly old soul was he:
Old King Coul he had a brown bowl, and they brought him in harpers three, Twingle-twangle, twingle-twangle, went the harpers; Ha-didle, how-didle, ha-didle how-didle, went the pipers; Fidle-didle, fidle-didle, went the fidlers, And there’s no a lass, &c.
Old King Coul was a jolly old soul, and a jolly old soul was he, Old King Coul he had a brown bowl, and they brought him in trumpeters three, Twara-rang, twara-rang, went the trumpeters, Twingle-twangle, twingle-twangle, went the harpers; Ha-didle, how-didle, went the pipers; Fidle-didle, fidle didle, went the fidlers, And there’s no a lass, &c.
Old King Coul was a jolly old soul, and a jolly old soul was he, Old King Coul he had a brown bowl, and they brought him in drummers three, Rub-a-dub, rub-a-dub, went the drummers; Twara-rang, twara-rang, went the trumpeters, Twingle-twangle, twingle-twangle, went the harpers; Ha-didle, how-didle, went the pipers, Fidle-didle, fidle-didle, went the fidlers three, And there’s no a lass, &c.
# North country lass/The North Country Lass

The North Country LASS.
MY love she was born in the north country wide,
Surrounded with lofty mountains on every side
She is the fairest creature that ever I did see,
She excels all the maids in the north country.
I’ve scarce taken my hand my pen for to hold, To write my love a letter on the charms of gold, Her teeth is like the ivory, her eyes as black as sloes, She wounds my poor heart wherever she goes.
O saddle me my horse that I may go ride, O'er hills and lofty mountains whatever betide: O'er hills and lofty mountains I’ll rant and rove, And all for the sake of my own constant love.
My parents have separated me from my dear, Which caused me to weep and shed many a tear, When at night I do weep, in the morning I cry, It is all for the sake of my darling I die.
My true love is as sweet as the cinnamon tree; My love she is as nigh as the bark to the tree; The top of it will wither and the root will decay, And a fair maiden’s beauty will soon fade away.
# Once a Week (magazine)/Series 1/Volume 11/Piercing the Alps

PIERCING THE ALPS.
Hannibal, according to various authors, "broke through the peaks, and cleft the mountain with vinegar." Modern sceptics have ventured to question this statement, or at any rate to explain it away. Certainly, though the difficulty of a supply of the corrosive fluid adequate to the demand of engineering operations on a large scale might be obviated by the use of "vin du pays," much of which is an excellent substitute for vinegar, the story does seem to smack of an age of showers of blood, speaking oxen, and those other marvels, which adorn the pages of the older chroniclers. However, be the truth in this case what it may, at no great distance from the probable scene of the Carthaginian's passage, "restless labour" is now engaged in piercing the watershed of Europe; so that what Louis XIV. rashly asserted of the Pyrenees may soon be truly said of it—"the Alps are no more."
As my wanderings among the mountains had led me over most of the great roads across the main chain, I was naturally anxious to visit a work which will so effectually elude the dangers of the storm and the avalanche, and open in summer and winter alike "a way to friend and foe." This desire was gratified during the summer of 1863, and before describing my excursion a few words on the exact position and construction of the tunnel will not be out of place. The popular voice has named it the "Tunnel under the Mont Cénis," a title about as incorrect as it well can be, as the following bit of geography will show:—
Almost due west of Turin there is a large re-entering angle pointing westward in the contour of the principal chain of the Alps; a peak, Mont Tabor by name, stands at the apex of this angle and sends out a long spur towards the west, separating the valley of the Arc from those of the Romanche and Durance. The great road of the Mont Cénis, after ascending along the river in the first of these to within about twenty miles of the glaciers, whence it rises, scales by six long zigzags the northern slope of the watershed, crosses the level plateau among the hills at the top, and descends at once upon Susa, in the valley of the Dora Riparia. This river has now passed over some thirty miles or more since it left its humble source on ​Page:Once a Week Jun to Dec 1864.pdf/431 ​Page:Once a Week Jun to Dec 1864.pdf/432 ​Page:Once a Week Jun to Dec 1864.pdf/433
# Once a Week (magazine)/Series 1/Volume 11/No ghost

The illustration is credited to the unidentified artist "H. Lucas."
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# Once a Week (magazine)/Series 1/Volume 11/Rosette

Translation of "Rosette"
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# Once a Week (magazine)/Series 1/Volume 11/Stainless Hildegarde

Part of the series "Legends of Charlemagne's City." The introduction to these translations states that they are from stories collected by "a learned professor from Aix-la-Chapelle."
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# On the Nomination of Archbishop Basilios

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January 19, 1951
We are thankful to God at the nomination of an Ethiopian to be the Archbishop of Ethiopia, which accomplishment We consider to be of the highest importance of all that We have done, during Our reign for the benefit of the Ethiopian Church.
The effort, undertaken several years ago, and the path We have had to travel since, for the gradual attainment of complete authority for the Ethiopian Church, has been too arduous to be forgotten.
At last, the work willed by God has been accomplished, and He has given Our independent nation a Church, endowed with authority, which ranks among the free churches of the world. This accomplishment, which has taken place during Our reign, constituted a matter of pride for Us as well as for Our people. The monarchs of Our ancestry earnestly desired and hoped to witness this event; and God has enabled Us to see realized the hope, strengthened by faith.
Our congratulations go to Your Grace that you are the first Ethiopian to be entrusted with such a high and sacred duty during Our reign. An era of increased mutual respect and coidiality has opened between the Ethiopian and Egyptian Orthodox Churches.
Our thanks are due to His Holiness Yosab II, of the Holy Seat of St. Mark, who consented to bring this matter to a settlement, in the light of God's inspiration; We are happy to remark that this ecclesiastical evolution, effected in Our age, points to our common good luck.
Spiritual power is the eternal guide, in this life and the life after, for man ranks supreme among all creatures. Led forward by spiritual power, man can reach the summit destined for him by the Great Creator.
In Your Grace is vested the responsibility for the contribution of the Ethiopian Church. for its part, towards giving the remedy for, and the spiritual comfort to, the wounds caused by the evil in the world. Moreover, in particular, the duty is yours for giving guidance to the Ethiopian people for their benefit in their terrestrial as well celestial lives.
We earnestly hope that God grant you strength and His Grace to help you discharge the heavy duties that you shoulder.
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# Oklahoma v. Texas (253 U.S. 465)

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United States Supreme Court
253 U.S. 465
Oklahoma v. Texas
Order Instructing Receiver.
PER CURIAM.

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# Oklahoma v. Texas (254 U.S. 280)

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United States Supreme Court
254 U.S. 280
Oklahoma v. Texas

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# Oklahoma v. Texas (254 U.S. 280)/Opinion of the Court

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United States Supreme Court
254 U.S. 280
Oklahoma v. Texas
Mr. S. P. Freeling, of Oklahoma City, Okl., for State of Oklahoma.
Messrs. C. W. Taylor, of Austin, Tex., and Orville Bullington and A. H. Carrigan, both of Wichita Falls, Tex., for State of Texas.
Order. The receiver is hereby authorized and directed to make the following payments and to charge the same as expenses of the receivership: To Nagel & Kirby the sum of seven thousand five hundred dollars as compensation for services heretofore rendered by them as counsel and attorneys for the receiver; to McKenney & Flannery the sum of fifteen thousand dollars on account of services rendered by them as attorneys for the receiver; and to Frederic A. Delano the sum of twenty-five thousand dollars on account of his services as receiver.

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# Oklahoma v. Texas

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# Oklahoma v. Texas (252 U.S. 372)

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252 U.S. 372
Oklahoma v. Texas

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# Oriental Scenes, Dramatic Sketches and Tales/The Naiad

THE NAIAD.
She comes to bless me like a dream,
 As with an arrow's flight,
I see her gliding down the stream
 Of melted chrysolite.
Her glittering hair of wavy gold
 Is bound with lilies pale,
And wreathed in many a sunny fold,
 Floats round her like a veil.
Her large and tender eyes of blue
 Glance upwards, filled with love,
Their sapphire beams come flashing through
 The crystal wave above.
Blended with molten pearl, the rose
 In all its warmest blush,
On her fair cheek enamoured glows
 With ever-changing flush.
She wears a smile of heavenly birth,
 As one untouched by care,
Who never felt the ills of earth,
 And knows not what they are.
And swiftly as she glides along
 That wave so bright and clear,
Each breeze the sedgy banks among
 Makes music in her ear.
And thus she spends the summer day,
 Rejoicing in its light;
But oh! how fleetly melts away
 When steals the shrouding night.
Beneath the moon's soft silvery rays
 I watch the stream in vain,
But with the sun's meridian blaze
 She comes! she comes again!
# Oriental Scenes, Dramatic Sketches and Tales/The Dying Hindoo

THE DYING HINDOO.
He lies beside the sacred river,
 His heart has lost life's ruddy glow,
His sighs are faint, his pulses quiver,
 And death's chill damps are on his brow.
Within yon green and bowery glade
 Whose path the smile of sunshine wears,
Beneath the lofty palm tree's shade
 His loved though lowly hut appears.
And near him well known sounds arise
 With joyous songs and laughter fraught,
And now his glazed and languid eyes
 Are turned towards the village-ghaut.
There all is cheerful, as of yore,
 When with the sun's declining beam
He too had sought the Ganges' shore,
 And bathed within its hallowed stream.
In crouds his early friends repair
 To the chabouta's esplanade,
Her graceful ghurrah filling there,
 Stoops to the brink his dark-eyed maid.
They heed him not—no fond farewells
 Attest their grief, no tears are shed,
No sigh the heart's deep anguish tells;
 He to the living world is dead.
One pang has shot across his breast—  One human pang—but it is gone,
And tranquilly he sinks to rest,
 As the eternal wave flows on.
His eye the blushing wreath has caught
 Which floats along the sacred wave,
And to his parting soul has brought
 Hopes of bright lands beyond the grave.
Soon shall the form o'er that pure tide
 Which now to earth so fondly clings,
Freed from each grovelling trammel glide,
 And mingle with its holy springs.
The red crown of the lotus wreath
 Upon the molten silver blushes,
And a dark, lifeless form beneath
 With the stream's headlong current rushes.
The corse, the flower are seen no more,
 For ever lost in yon bright river,
The echoes of the lonely shore
 In mournful tones repeat—for ever!