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# Men-at-the-Bar/Giffard, Henry Alexander

​Giffard, Henry Alexander, Q.C., B.A. Corpus Christi Coll., Oxon (senior student Christ Church, Oxon, 1866), equity examiner to Inns of Court since 1883, a student of Lincoln's Inn 6 June, 1861 (then aged 23), called to the bar 26 Jan., 1865, Q.C. 18 Jan., 1882 (eldest son of Henry Giffard, Esq., of Guernsey); born , 1838; married 2 Aug., 1866, Helen Agnes, only dau. of Stephen Alers Hankey, Esq., of Brighton.
    1, Southwell Gardens, S.W.; 9, Old Square, Lincoln's Inn, W.C.
# Men-at-the-Bar/Gilbert, William Schwenck

​Gilbert, William Schwenck, B.A. London Univ. 1857 and a member of Convocation, dramatic author, clerk in privy council 1857-62, late capt. Royal Aberdeenshire Highlanders militia (1868), author of the Bob Ballads, etc., a student of the Inner Temple 11 Oct., 1855 (then aged 19), called to the bar 17 Nov., 1863 (only son of William Gilbert, Esq., of London); born 18 Nov., 1836; married 6 Aug., 1867, Lucy A , youngest dau. of late Capt. T. M. Turner, Bombay engineers.
    24, The Boltons, S.W.
# Mary Magdalen's Blushe

The signs of shame that stain my blushing face Rise from the feeling of my raving fits, Whose joy annoy, whose guerdon is disgrace, Whose solace flies, whose sorrow never flits; Bad seed I sow'd, worse seed is now my gain, Soon-dying mirth begat long-living pain.
Now pleasure ebbs, revenge begins to flow; One day doth work the wrath that many wrought; Remorse doth teach my guilty thoughts to know How cheap I sold that Christ so dearly bought: Faults long unfelt doth conscience now bewray, Which cares must cure and tears must wash away.
All ghostly dints that grace at me did dart, Like stubborn rock I forced to recoil; To other flights an aim I made my heart Whose wounds, then welcome, now have wrought my foil. Woe worth the bow, woe worth the archer's might, That draw such arrows to the mark so right!
To pull them out, to leave them in is death, One to this world, one to the world to come; Wounds may I wear and draw a donbtfnl breath, But then my wounds will work a dreadful doom; And for a world whose pleasures pass away, I lose a world whose joys are past decay.
O sense! O soul! O hap! hoped bliss! Yon woo, you win, you draw, you drive me back; Your cross encount'ring like their combat is. That never end but with some deadly wrack; When sense doth win, the soul doth lose the field, And present haps make future hopes to yield.
O heaven! lament, sense robbeth thee of saints, Lament, souls! sense spoileth you of grace; Yet sense doth scarce deserve these hard complaints, Love is the chief, sense but the entering place; Yet grant I must, sense is not free from sin, For thief he is that thief admitteth in.
# Mary Magdalen's Complaint at Christ's Death

Sith my life from life is parted, Death come take thy portion, Who survives when life is murder'd Lives by mere extortion: All that live and not in God, Couch their life in death's abode.
Seely stars must needs leave shining When the sun is shadowed, Borrow'd streams refrain their running When head springs are hindered: One that lives by other's breath, Dieth also by his death.
O true life! sith Thou hast left me. Mortal life is tedious; Death it is to live without Thee, Death of all most odious: Turn again or take me to Thee, Let me die or live Thou in me!
Where the truth once was and is not, Shadows are but vanity; Showing want that help they cannot, Signs, not salves, of misery. Painted meat no hunger feeds, Dying life eche death exceeds.
With my love my life was nestled In the sun of happiness; From my love my life is wrested To a world of heaviness: Oh! let love my life remove, Sith I live not where I love!
O my soul! that did unloose thee From thy sweet captivity, God, not I, did still possess thee, His, not mine, thy liberty : Oh ! too happy thrall thou wert. When thy prison was his heart.
Spiteful spear that break'st this prison, Seat of all felicity, Working thus with double treason Love's and life's delivery: Though my life thou draw'st away, Maugre thee my love shall stay.
# Mitchell v. Kentucky Finance Company

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United States Supreme Court
359 U.S. 290
Mitchell v. Kentucky Finance Company
Argued: March 3, 1959. --- Decided: April 20, 1959
Miss Bessie Margolin, Washington, D.C., for petitioner.
Mr. Harold H. Levin, New York City, for respondents.
Mr. Justice HARLAN delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Mitchell v. King's Lessee

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United States Supreme Court
28 U.S. 346
Mitchell v. King's Lessee

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# Mitchell v. King Packing Company

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United States Supreme Court
350 U.S. 260
Mitchell v. King Packing Company
Argued: Nov. 16, 17, 1955. --- Decided: Jan 30, 1956
Bessie Margolin, Washington, D.C., for petitioners.
Mr. Willard S. Johnston, San Francisco, Cal., for respondent.
Mr. Chief Justice WARREN delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Mitchell v. Lublin, McGaughy & Associates/Dissent Stewart

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* Dissenting Opinions Whittaker Stewart
United States Supreme Court
358 U.S. 207
Mitchell v. Lublin, McGaughy & Associates
Argued: Oct. 21, 1958. --- Decided: Jan 12, 1959
Mr. Justice STEWART, dissenting.
With the general principles stated in the Court's opinion there can be no dispute. Their application to the facts of the present case, however, does not lead me to the conclusion reached by the Court. Believing that the Court of Appeals did not err in deciding on which side of the shadowy line between such decisions as McLeod v. Threlkeld, 319 U.S. 491, 63 S.Ct. 1248, 87 L.Ed. 1538, and Walling v. Jacksonville Paper Co., 317 U.S. 564, 63 S.Ct. 332, 87 L.Ed. 460, this case falls, I would affirm the judgment.

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# Mitchell v. Lenox

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United States Supreme Court
39 U.S. 49
Mitchell v. Lenox
IN error to the Court for the Correction of Errors, of the state of New York.
Mr. Crittenden moved to dismiss this writ of error on the ground that the Court had no jurisdiction.
This motion was opposed by the counsel for the plaintiff in error.
Mr. Chief Justice TANEY delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Mitchell v. Lublin, McGaughy & Associates

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## Dissenting Opinions

    Whittaker
    Stewart
United States Supreme Court
358 U.S. 207
Mitchell v. Lublin, McGaughy & Associates
Argued: Oct. 21, 1958. --- Decided: Jan 12, 1959
Miss Bessie Margolin, Washington, D.C., for the petitioner.
Mr. Alan J. Hofheimer, Norfolk, Va., for the respondents.
Mr. Chief Justice WARREN delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Men-at-the-Bar/Keegan, Peter Quin

​Keegan, Peter Quin, LL.D., B.A. Queen's Coll., Belfast, a student of Lincoln's Inn 9 May, 1870 (then aged 22), called to the bar 30 April, 1874 (2nd son of late James Keegan, J.P. Belfast, merchant); born 4 May, 1847.
    36, Queen's Road, Bayswater, W.
# Men-at-the-Bar/Keen, Arthur Thomas

​Keen, Arthur Thomas, B.A., Trin. Coll., Camb., 1884, a student of the Inner Temple 20 Oct., 1881 (then aged 20), called to the bar 17 June, 1885 (eldest son of Arthur Keen, of Edgbaston, co. Warwick, J.P.); born , 1861.
    Beechfield, Edgbaston.
# Men-at-the-Bar/Keep, Alfred Percival Perceval

​Keep, Alfred Percival Perceval, B.A., Univ. Coll., Oxon, 1880, matric. London Univ. 1875, a member of the Midland circuit, a student of Lincoln's Inn 29 Jan., 1880 (then aged 21), called to the bar 6 June, 1883 (2nd son of Alfred Keep, of Birmingham, manufacturer); born 31 Aug., 1858.
    122, Blackheath Hill, S.E.; 4, Paper Buildings, Temple E.C.
# Men-at-the-Bar/Keely, Thomas Alexander Southwell

​Keely, Thomas Alexander Southwell, associate of King's Coll., London, 1875, a student of the Middle Temple 16 Nov., 1880, called to the bar 26 Jan., 1884 (eldest son of Thomas Keely, of Brixton, Surrey, gent.); born , .
    39, Plato Road, Acre Lane, Clapham.
# Men-at-the-Bar/Keene, Charles Vernon Peacock

​Keene, Charles Vernon Peacock, undergrad. Christ Church, Oxon, a student of Lincoln's Inn 6 Nov., 1875 (then aged 20), called to the bar 6 June, 1883 (only son of late Charles Hansard Keene, of Lincoln's Inn, registrar of the Court of Bankruptcy); born , 1855.
    15, Maitland Park Villas, N.W.
# Men-at-the-Bar/Kekewich, Arthur

​Kekewich, Arthur, Q.C., M.A., Balliol Coll., Oxon, 1856, fellow Exeter Coll., Oxon, 1854–8, a student of Lincoln's Inn 8 Nov., 1854 (then aged 22), called to the bar 7 June, 1858, Q.C. 4 May, 1877, bencher 4 July, 1881 (2nd son of late Samuel Trehawke Kekewich, Esq., of Peamore, Devon); born 26 July, 1832; married 23 Sept., 1858, Marianne, dau. of late J. W. Freshfield, Esq.
    19, Park Crescent, Portland Place, W.
# Men-at-the-Bar/Kekewich, Trehawke Herbert

​Kekewich, Trehawke Herbert, M.A., Christ Church, Oxon, 1878, a member of the Western circuit, a student of the Inner Temple 22 Jan., 1873 (then aged 21), called to the bar 25 April, 1877 (elder son of Trehawke Kekewich, Esq., of Edgbaston); born 11 July, 1851.
    Hagley Grove, Edgbaston; 10, King's Bench Walk, or 1, Mitre Court Buildings, Temple, ETC.
# Men-at-the-Bar/Kelke, William Henry Hastings

​Kelke, William Henry Hastings, M.A. Brasenose Coll., Oxon, law tutor, author of A Digest of the Law of Practice under the Judicature Acts and Rules, a student of Lincoln's Inn 25 April, 1876 (then aged 37), called to the bar 27 Jan., 1879 (only son of Rev. William Hastings Kelke, rector of Drayton Beauchamp, Bucks, dec.); born 26 Feb., 1839; married 25 Aug., 1880, Frances Mary, 5th dau. of late John Sparrow, Esq., of Blackburn.
    35, Burlington Road, W.; 6, New Court, Lincoln's Inn, W.C.
# Men-at-the-Bar/Keenlyside, Francis Headlam

​Keenlyside, Francis Headlam, M.A. Trin. Coll., Oxon, goes the Midland circuit, a student of the Inner Temple 19 Feb., 1861 (then aged 22), called to the bar 26 Jan., 1864 (only son of Richard Headlam Keenlyside, Esq., of Leamington, co. Warwick); born , .
    Vernon House, Surbiton.
# Men-at-the-Bar/Kelly, Augustin Bernard

​Kelly, Augustin Bernard, M.A. Trin. Coll., Dublin, goes the South-eastern circuit, a student of the Middle Temple 19 May, 1866, called to the bar 7 June, 1869 (9th son of Philip John Kelly, Esq., of Merrion, co. Dublin); born , .
    82, Park Street, Grosvenor Square, W.; 4, Elm Court, Temple, E.C.
# Mediaeval Hymns and Sequences/Huc ad jugum Calvariae

Huc ad jugum Calvariæ.
A poem of the same character, and probably of the same date as the last. I know it only from Daniel's Hymnology. Vol. II. p. 353.
Up to the Hill of Calvary With Christ our Lord ascending, We deem that Cross our victory 'Neath which His knees are bending:— What soldier is of generous strain? One honour let him cherish;— With Christ upon the battle plain A thousand times to perish!
On must the faithful warrior go Whereso the Chief proceedeth; And all true hearts will seek the foe Where'er the Banner leadeth;— Our highest victory,—it is loss: No cup hath such completeness Of gall, but that remembered Cross Will turn it into sweetness!
​Doth sickness hover o'er thy head, In weakness art thou lying? Behold upon the Cross's bed Thy sick Physician dying; No member in the holy frame That there for thee must languish, But what thy pride hath clothed with shame,— But what thy sin, with anguish!
Have wealth and honour spread their wing And left thee all unfriended?— See naked on the Cross thy King,— And thy regrets are ended: The fox hath where to lay his head, Her nest receives the sparrow: Thy Monarch, for His latest bed, One plank hath, hard and narrow!
Thy good name suffers from the tongue Of slanderers and oppressors? Jesus, as on the Cross He hung, Was reckoned with transgressors! More than the nails and than the spear His sacred limbs assailing, Judæa's children pierced His ear With blasphemy and railing.
​Fear'st thou the death that comes to all, And knows no interceder?— O glorious struggle!—thou wilt fall, The soldier by the Leader! Christ went with death to grapple first, And vanquished him before thee: His darts then, let him do his worst, Can win no triumph o'er thee!
And, if thy conscience brands each sense With many a past defilement, Here, by the fruits of penitence, Hope thou for reconcilement! For He, Who bowed His holy Head, In death serenely sleeping, Hath grace on contrite hearts to shed, And pardon for the weeping! Amen.
# Mediaeval Hymns and Sequences/Exite, Sion Filiae

Exite, Sion Filiæ
Daughters of Sion, see your King! Go forth, go forth to meet Him! Your Solomon is hastening Where that dear flock shall greet Him! The sceptre and the crown by right He wears, in robe of purple dight.
Your Solomon, the Prince of Peace, Bears not His Mother's laurel: But with the olive bids to cease The long and bloody quarrel: Jesus, the Son of God Most High, Offers His peace to them that die.
It glitters fair, His Diadem, That Thorns are there entwining: ​And from the Red sea comes each gem That in its wreath is shining: Their radiance glows like stars at night: With precious blood-drops are they bright.
The Royal Sceptre that He bears Beneath Whom nature quaketh, No monarch's pride and pomp declares, A Reed, it feebly shaketh: For iron sceptre ne'er possess'd The power to guide a human breast.
The Festive Purple of the Lord, Is here no garment stately: A vest, by very slaves abhorred; —The worm hath tinged it lately: "I am a Worm," of old said He,— And what its toils have tinged, ye see.
We therefore to the King of kings Bow lowly, from Him learning The pomp and pride that this world brings To make our boast in spurning: Such love the members best adorns, For whom the Head was crowned with thorns. Amen.
* ↑ There is another, but inferior hymn, with the same commencement. The reference, it need hardly be said, is to Canticles iii. 11.
* ↑ This very, perhaps too, bold metaphor is very seldom employed elsewhere in mediæval poetry. In the Compline Hymn for Whit-Sunday in the Sarum Breviary, among other titles of our Lord, we find Agnus, Ovis, Vitulus, Serpens, Aries, Leo, Vermis.
# Mediaeval Hymns and Sequences/Finita jam sunt proelia

Finita jam sunt prœlia.
Alleluia! Alleluia! Finished is the battle now; The Crown is on the Victor's brow! Hence with sadness, Sing with gladness Alleluia!
Alleluia! Alleluia! After sharp death that Him befell, Jesus Christ hath harrowed hell. Earth is singing, Heaven is ringing, Alleluia!
Alleluia! Alleluia! On the third morning He arose, Bright with victory o'er His foes. Sing we lauding, And applauding, Alleluia!
​Alleluia! Alleluia! He hath closed Hell's brazen door, And Heaven is open evermore! Hence with sadness! Sing with gladness Alleluia!
Alleluia! Alleluia! Lord, by Thy Wounds we call on Thee So from ill death to set us free, That our living Be thanksgiving! Alleluia!
# Mediaeval Hymns and Sequences/Gloria, laus, et honor

Gloria, laus, et honor
This processional Hymn for Palm Sunday is said to have been composed by S. Theodulph at Metz, or as others will have it, at Angers, while imprisoned on a false accusation: and to have been sung by him from his dungeon window, or by choristers instructed by him, as the Emperor Louis and his Court were on their way to the Cathedral. The good Bishop was immediately liberated. In the original composition there were ten stanzas besides the Chorus. The Roman Missal retains only the first five. Others add, as I have here added, the sixth and the tenth. The remaining three are utterly unworthy of the general beauty of the Hymn.—I have to acknowledge the assistance of a friend in the translation.
Glory, and honour, and laud be to Thee, King Christ the Redeemer!
Children before Whose steps raised their Hosannas of praise.
Glory, and honour, &c.
​Israel's Monarch art Thou, and the glorious Offspring of David,
Thou that approachest a King blessed in the Name of the Lord.
Glory, and honour, &c.
Glory to Thee in the highest the heavenly armies are singing:
Glory to Thee upon earth man and creation reply.
Glory, and honour, &c.
Met Thee with Palms in their hands that day the folk of the Hebrews:
We with our prayers and our hymns now to Thy presence approach.
Glory, and honour, &c.
They to Thee proffered their praise for to herald Thy dolorous Passion;
We to the King on His Throne utter the jubilant hymn.
Glory, and honour, &c.
They were then pleasing to Thee, unto Thee our devotion be pleasing;
Merciful King, kind King, Who in all goodness art pleas'd.
Glory, and honour, &c.
​They in their pride of descent were rightly the children of Hebrews:
Hebrews are we, whom the Lord's Passover maketh the same.
Glory, and honour, &c.
Victory won o'er the world be to us for our branches of Palm tree:
So in the Conqueror's joy this to Thee still be our song:
Glory, and honour, and laud be to Thee, King Christ the Redeemer,
Children before Whose steps raised their Hosannas of Praise.
# Mediaeval Hymns and Sequences/Hymnum canentes Martyrum

Hymnum canentes Martyrum.
A Hymn for the Holy Innocents, the composition of Venerable Bede. Although it stands in unfavourable contrast with the Salvete flores Martyrum of Prudentius, it is somewhat strange that no part of it should have been introduced into any English Breviary. It will be observed that the first and last line of every verse are identical. This somewhat frigid conceit, (Epanalepsis, as the grammarians call it,) V. Bede seems to have borrowed from the Elegy of Sedulius, which is composed on a similar plan. Other mediaeval writers, however, as Peter Damiani, Eugenius of Toledo, Theodulph of Orleans, have employed it.—I have omitted some of the stanzas.
The Hymn for conquering Martyrs raise:
The Victor Innocents we praise:
Whom in their woe earth cast away,
But heaven with joy received to-day.
Whose Angels see the Father's Face
World without end, and hymn His Grace:
And while they chant unceasing lays,
The Hymn for conquering Martyrs raise.
By that accursed monarch slain,
Their loving Maker bade them reign: ​With Him they dwell, no more distressed,
In the fair Land of light and rest:
He gives them mansions, one and all,
In that His Heavenly Father's Hall:
—Thus have they changed their loss for gain,
By that accursed Monarch slain.
A voice from Ramah was there sent,
A voice of weeping and lament:
When Rachel mourned the children's care
Whom for the tyrant's sword she bare.
Triumphal is their glory now
Whom earthly torments could not bow:
What time, both far and near that went,
A voice from Ramah was there sent.
Fear not, O little flock and blest,
The lion that your life oppressed!
To heavenly pastures ever new
The heavenly Shepherd leadeth you;
Who, dwelling now on Sion's hill
The Lamb's dear footsteps follow still:
By tyrant there no more distressed,
Fear not, O little flock and blest!
And every tear is wiped away
By your dear Father's bands for aye; ​Death hath no power to hurt you more,
Whose own is Life's eternal store,— Who sow their seed, and, sowing, weep, In everlasting joy shall reap:
What time they shine in heavenly day,
And every tear is wiped away.
O City blest o'er all the earth,
Who gloriest in the Saviour's birth!
Whose are His earliest Martyrs dear,
By kindred and by triumph here.
None from henceforth may call thee small;— Of rival towns thou passest all;
In whom our Monarch had His Birth,— O City blest o'er all the earh!
# Mediaeval Hymns and Sequences/Gloriosi Salvatoris

Gloriosi Salvatoris
A German Hymn on the Festival of the Holy Name of Jesus. All that can be said of its date is, that it is clearly posterior to the Pange Lingua of S. Thomas, which it imitates. This hymn has been adopted in several hymnals.
To the Name that brings Salvation Honour, worship, laud we pay: That for many a generation Hid in God's foreknowledge lay; But to every tongue and nation Holy Church proclaims to-day.
Name of gladness, Name of pleasure, By the tongue ineffable, Name of sweetness passing measure, To the ear delectable, 'Tis our safeguard and our treasure 'Tis our help 'gainst sin and hell.
​'Tis the Name for adoration, 'Tis the Name of victory; 'Tis the Name for meditation In the vale of misery: 'Tis the Name for veneration By the Citizens on high.
'Tis the Name that whoso preaches Finds it music in his ear: 'Tis the Name that whoso teaches Finds more sweet than honey's cheer: Who its perfect wisdom reaches Makes his ghostly vision clear.
'Tis the Name by right exalted Over every other Name: That when we are sore assaulted Puts our enemies to shame: Strength to them that else had halted, Eyes to blind, and feet to lame.
Jesu, we Thy Name adoring Long to see Thee as Thou art: Of Thy clemency imploring So to write it in our heart, That, hereafter, upward soaring, We with Angels may have part. Amen.
# Mediaeval Hymns and Sequences/Gravi me terrore pulsas, vitae dies ultima

Gravi me terrore pulsas, vitæ dies ultima.
This awful hymn, the Dies iræ of individual life, was written by S. Peter Damiani, Cardinal Bishop of Ostia, the great coadjutor of S. Gregory VII. in his reform of the Church. He lived from 1002 to 1072, and spent the last years of his life in devotion and retirement at his Abbey of S. Croce d' Avellano, having resigned his Cardinalate. His realization of the hour of death is shown, not only by this hymn, but by the Commendatory Prayer, used from his time in the Roman Church, which begins, "To Goo I commend thee, beloved brother; and to Him Whose creature thou art I commit thee:" originally composed by S. Peter as a letter to a dying friend.
O what terror in thy forethought,
Ending scene of mortal life!
Heart is sickened, reins are loosened,
Thrills each nerve, with terror rife,
When the anxious heart depicteth
All the anguish of the strife!
​Who the spectacle can image,— How tremendous!—of that day
When the course of life accomplished,
From the trammels of her clay
Writhes the soul to be delivered,
Agonised to pass away!
Sense hath perished, tongue is rigid,
Eyes are filming o'er in death,
Palpitates the breast, and hoarsely
Gasps the rattling throat for breath:
Limbs are torpid, lips are pallid,
Breaking nature quivereth.
All come round him!—cogitation,
Habit, word, and deed are there!
All, though much, and sore he struggle,
Hover o'er him in the air:
Turn he this way, turn he that way,
On his inmost soul they glare.
Conscience self her culprit tortures,
Gnawing him with pangs unknown:
For that now amendment's season
Is for ever past and gone,
And that late repentance findeth
Pardon none for all its moan.
​Fleshly lusts of fancied sweetness
Are converted into gall,
When on brief and bitter pleasure
Everlasting dolours fall:
Then, what late appeared so mighty,
Oh! how infinitely small!
Christ, unconquered King of Glory!
Thou my wretched soul relieve
In that most extremest terror
When the body she must leave:
Let the accuser of the brethren
O'er me then no power receive!
Let the Prince of darkness vanish
And Gehenna's legions fly!
Shepherd, Thou Thy sheep, thus ransomed
To Thy country lead on high;
Where for ever in fruition
I may see Thee eye to eye!