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# Littell's Living Age/Volume 162/Issue 2099/A Mountain Transformation

Out of doors the moon is sinking  Slow behind the green fir-tree, And the lamp within our chamber  Glimmers faint and fitfully.
But the starry pair of blue eyes  Brighter beam amid the shade, Redder glows the purple rosebud,  And she speaks, my pretty maid:
"Wee folk, little elfish thievers,  Filch our bacon and our bread; Safe at night within the cupboard,  Next day all away is sped.
"Wee folk, dainty elfin gluttons,  Skim our milk on cream to sup, Then they leave the bowl uncovered,  And the rest the cat laps up.
"And the cat's a witch! she slinks off  Through the storm at midnight hour, To the witches' mountain yonder,  To the haunted castle tower.
"There was once a lordly castle,  Gay with gleaming shield and lance; Lord and lady, squire and damsel,  Circled in the torchlight dance.
"But there came a false enchantress,  Laid on all her wicked spell; Now amid the tumbled ruins  Only owls and owlets dwell.
"But my aunt (Heaven rest her!) told me  If by night, at the right hour, One should speak the right word, standing  On the right spot by the tower,
"Straight again the lordly castle  From the ruined heap would spring, Lord and lady, man and maiden,  Thread once more the torchlit ring.
"And to him who spoke the right word  Keep and castle would belong, Drum and trumpet greet his lordship,  Welcomed home with shout and song."
Thus the fairy legends blossom  From the rose's opening bud, Blue with their starry magic  All my ravished senses flood.
With her flaxen locks the maiden  Binds my fingers, holds them fast, Calls them pretty names, and laughing  Kisses, and is still at last.
All within the stilly chamber  A familiar aspect wears, Sure I oft before had seen them,  Press and cupboard, table, chairs.
Like a friend the old clock gossips,  In my ear the zitter seems Of its own accord to tinkle,  And I sit as one who dreams.
'Tin the right hour, 'tis the right spot!  Would you marvel greatly, dear, If I now the right word uttered,  At this instant, standing here?
If I speak that word, the midnight  With the throes of dayspring quakes; Stream and forest echo louder,  And the haunted mountain wakes.
Zitter's twang and elfin carols  From the mountain fissures ring, And the forest burgeons, maddened  With untimely birth of spring;
Burgeons into magic blossoms  Fan-like foliage, flowers bright; Breathes in myriad scents its passion,  Quickened by the seasons might.
Roses like red flames upstarting  Shoot from out the wild turmoil, Lilies rear their crystal pillars  Heavenward from th' enchanted soil.
Large as suns the stars in heaven  Downward beam with gaze intense, And the lily's broad cup gathers  All their tender influence.
Meanwhile we ourselves, my darling,  Feel a rarer, subtler change; Gold and silk around us shimmer,  Gleaming torches round us range.
You're a princess, and the shieling  Is a lordly castle, see! Lord and lady, squire and damsel,  Dance before as merrily.
And 'tis I, 'tis I have won thee;  Thou and castle all belong To my lordship; drum and trumpet  Hail me, greet me shout and song!
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 162/Issue 2094/Parting

Originally published in Temple Bar. Translated from the Low German
You saw me safely up the hill,  (The day was almost spent,) And there you told me you must go:  We parted, and you went.
But I stood still and watched the woods  Glow with the setting sun, And gazed upon the little path  That you were winding down.
And there the spire amongst the trees,  Still in the sunlight gleamed, But I turned down the other side,  And oh, how dark it seemed!
In dreams, how many times since then  I've parted from you so! My heart dwells on the hilltop yet,  And gazes down below.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 162/Issue 2095/Unquenched

I think upon the conquering Greek who ran  (Brave was the racer!) that brave race of old —  Swifter than hope his feet that did not tire.
 Calmer than love the hand which reached that goal;  A torch it bore, and cherished to the end  And rescued from the winds the sacred fire.
 Oh, life, the race. Oh, heart, the racer! Hush!  And listen long enough to learn of him  Who sleeps beneath the dust with his desire.
 Go! shame thy coward weariness, and wail.  Who doubles contest, doubles victory.  Go! learn to run the race, and carry fire.
 Oh, Friend! The lip is brave, the heart is weak.  Stay near. The runner faints — the torch falls pale.  Save me the flame that mounteth ever higher!
 Grows it so dark? I lift mine eyes to Thine;  Blazing within them, steadfast, pure, and strong,  Against the wind there fights the eternal fire.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 162/Issue 2099/A Mountain Home

On the mountain stands the shieling,  Where the good old miner dwells; Green firs rustle, and the moonbeams  Gild the mountain heights and fells.
In the shieling stands an armchair,  Carven quaint and cunningly; Happy he who rests within it,  And that happy guest am I.
On the footstool sits the lassie,  Leans upon my lap her head; Eyes of blue, twin stars in heaven,  Mouth as any rosebud red.
And the blue eyes gaze upon me,  Limpid, large as midnight skies; And the lily finger archly  On the opening rosebud lies.
"No, the mother cannot see us –  At her wheel she spins away; Father hears not-he is singing  To the zitter that old lay."
So the little maiden whispers,  Softly, that none else may hear, Whispers her profoundest secrets  Unmistrusting in my ear.
Now that auntie's dead, we cannot  Go again to Goslar, where People flock to see the shooting:  'Tis as merry as a fair.
And up here it's lonely, lonely,  On the mountain bleak and drear; For the snow lies deep in winter;  We are buried half the year.
And, you know, I'm such a coward,  Frightened like a very child At the wicked mountain spirits,  Goblins who by night run wild."
Suddenly the sweet voice ceases;  Startled with a strange surprise At her own words straight the maiden  Covers with both hands her eyes.
Louder outdoors moans the fir-tree,  And the wheel goes whirring round; Snatches of the song come wafted  With the zitter's fitful sound.
Fear not, pretty one, nor tremble  At the evil spirits' might; Angels, dearest child, are keeping  Watch around thee day and night.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 162/Issue 2095/After the Rain

Originally published in All The Year Round.
All day the wild nor'-easter had swept across the plain; All day against the lattice had plashed the driving rain.
And every budding flower, and every blade of grass, Had owned the wild March weather, and bowed to let it pass.
Dull morn and joyless noontide, had worn themselves away, The sun sank sullen to the west, behind a shroud of grey.
Sudden the great clouds parted, like a yawning cavern's mouth, Soft and tender gleamed the light, the wind blew from the south;
And every drooping blossom raised her fair rain-washed head, The primrose glimmered 'mid her leaves, the violet in her bed;
Catching the golden radiance, out blazed the daffodil, And from the greening hedgerows the sparrows twittered shrill;
And where a woman waited, her eyes flashed back the light, And with a happy smile she said, "My love will come to-night."
# Martin v. Snyder

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United States Supreme Court
148 U.S. 663
Martin v. Snyder

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# Martin v. Snyder/Opinion of the Court

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United States Supreme Court
148 U.S. 663
Martin v. Snyder
D. W. Voorhees, Reese H. Voorhees, L. B. Hilles, and G. W. Kretzinger, for appellants.
A. C. Story, for appellee.
THE CHIEF JUSTICE.
This was a bill of complaint filed by Samuel F. Engs, George Engs, and Henry Snyder, Jr., of the city, county, and state of New York, against Morris T. Martin and Carrie E. Martin, in the circuit court of Lake county, in the state of Illinois, on the 27th of October, 1887.
November 7, 1887, the defendants preferred a petition for the removal of the cause to the United States circuit court within and for the northern district of Illinois on the ground of diverse citizenship, and the case was transferred accordingly.
The petition stated 'that the controversy in said suit is between citizens of different states, and that the petitioners were at the time of the commencement of this suit, and still are, citizens of the state of Illinois, and that all the plaintiffs were then, and still are, citizens of the state of New York.'
Under the act of congress of March 3, 1887, (24 St. p. 552, c. 373,) it is the defendant or defendants who are nonresidents of the state in which the action is pending who may remove the same into the circuit court of the United States for the proper district. The defendants here were not entitled to such removal, and the decree, which was in favor of complainants, and from which the defendants prosecuted this appeal, must be reversed for want of jurisdiction, with costs against the appellants, and the case remanded to the circuit court, with directions to render a judgment against them for costs in that court, and to remand the case to the state court. Torrence v. Shedd, 144 U.S. 527, 533, 12 Sup. Ct. Rep. 726.
Judgment reversed and cause remanded accordingly.

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# Martin v. National Surety Company

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United States Supreme Court
300 U.S. 588
Martin v. National Surety Company
Argued: March 2, 3, 1937. --- Decided: March 29, 1937
Messrs. Richard S. Bull and Harold R. Small, both of St. Louis, Mo., for petitioner.
Mr. J. H. Cunningham, Jr., of St. Louis, Mo., for respondent.
Mr. Justice CARDOZO delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Martin v. Pittsburg & Lake Erie Railroad Company

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United States Supreme Court
203 U.S. 284
Martin v. Pittsburg & Lake Erie Railroad Company
Argued: October 26, 29, 1906. --- Decided: December 3, 1906
Reuben L. Martin brought this action to recover compensation for personal injuries. At the time Martin was injured he was on a train of the railroad company, in the employ of the United States as a railway postal clerk on a route extending from Cleveland, Ohio, to Pittsburg, Pennsylvania. The injuries arose from the derailing in Pennsylvania of the train, by the negligence of the crew of a work train, in permitting a switch leading to a side track to be open. Among other defenses the company pleaded a law of Pennsylvania passed April 4, 1868 (P. L. 58), which, it alleged, was applicable, and relieved from responsibility. In reply the plaintiff denied the existence and applicability of the statute, moreover, and defended on the ground that the statute, if existing and applicable, was void, first, because contrary to the power delegated to Congress to establish postoffices and post roads; second, because repugnant to the commerce clause of the Constitution; and, third, because in conflict with the equal protection and due process clauses of the 14th Amendment, and also the clause prohibiting a state from making or enforcing any law which shall abridge the privileges or immunities of citizens of the United States.
On trial before a jury the court held the statute in question to be applicable and valid, and hence operative to defeat a recovery. A verdict and judgment in favor of the railroad company was severally affirmed by the circuit court and by the supreme court of the state of Ohio.
Messrs. Charles Koonce, Jr., Robert B. Murray, and William S. Anderson for plaintiff in error.
[Argument of Counsel from pages 285-290 intentionally omitted]
Messrs. James P. Wilson and Arrel, Wilson, & Harrington for defendant in error.
[Argument of Counsel from pages 290-291 intentionally omitted]
Mr. Justice White, after making the foregoing statement, delivered the opinion of the court:

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# Littell's Living Age/Volume 144/Issue 1857/Epitaph for the Rev. Dr. Buckland

Originally published in Notes and Queries. Written in Latin by Dr. Shuttleworth, Bishop of Chichester, about the year 1820.
Mourn, Ammonites, mourn o'er his funeral urn  Whose neck ye must grace no more;
Gneiss, Granite, and Slate! he settled your date,
 And his ye must now deplore.
Weep, Caverns, weep! with infiltering drip,  Your recesses he'll cease to explore; For mineral veins and organic remains
 No Stratum again will he bore.
Oh! his Wit shone like Crystal! his knowledge profound  From Gravel to Granite descended;
No Trap could deceive him, no Slip could confound,  Nor specimen true or pretended.
He knew the birth-rock of each pebble so round  And how far its tour had extended.
His eloquence roll'd like the Deluge retiring  Which Mastodon carcases floated;
To a subject obscure he gave charms so inspiring
 Young and Old on Geology doated. He stood forth like an Outlier; his hearers admiring  In pencil each anecdote noted.
Where shall we our great Professor inter,  That in peace may rest his bones? If we hew him a rocky sepulchre  He'll rise and break the stones,
And examine each Stratum that lies around,
For he's quite in his element under ground.
If with Mattock and Spade his body we lay  In the common alluvial soil,
He'll start up and snatch those tools away  Of his own Geological toil.
In a Stratum so young the Professor disdains
That embedded should be his Organic Remains.
Then exposd to the drip of some case-hard'ning spring,  His carcase let Stalactite cover, And to Oxford the petrified sage let us bring,  When he is incrusted all over;
There 'mid Mammoths and Crocodiles, high on a Shelf, Let him stand as a Monument raised to himself.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 144/Issue 1860/A Good Old Man

Originally published in Good Words.
A Good Old Man
"Children, you will soon lay me in the ground. Then you are to be cheerful, and drink some of this wine; for I have lived a joyful life before God all my days." (Life of Ernst Maurice Arndt. London. 1879. P. 38.)
The old man sate beside the fire,  His years fourscore and two, His locks were thin and wintry-white,  But his eyes were bright and blue.
His children's children round him stood,  His face with joy did shine; And he called for a glass, and placed on board  A pint of the ruby wine.
And he said, "Now list to me, brave boys:  I've lived a life, thank God! Full of bright hours and happy days,  And soon beneath the sod
"Your hands must lay my head. This glass  I fill with thanks to Him Who made my cup through fourscore years  With joy to overbrim.
"There might be clouds; but they have passed;  For this I surely knew, Behind the clouds there dwelt a sun  And a dome of glorious blue.
"There might be frets; but not with me  Might fret and murmur dwell; For God, I knew, was judge of all,  And still he judgeth well.
"Then fill the sparkling glass, brave boys,  And quaff the wine with me His gift whence flows to men all light  And love and liberty!
"And keep a stout heart in your breast,  And trust in God, brave boys; And march right forward without fear,  And evermore rejoice.
"And when you lay my head, brave boys,  Beneath the cool green sod, Remember how I walked in strength  And joy before my God."
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 144/Issue 1857/Somehow or Other

Originally published in Victoria Magazine
Life has a burden for every man's shoulder,  None may escape from its trouble and care;
Miss it in youth, and 'twill come when we're older,
 And fit us as close as the garments we wear.
Sorrow comes into our lives uninvited,  Robbing our hearts of their treasures of song;
Lovers grow cold and friendships are slighted,  Yet somehow or other we worry along.
Everyday toil is everyday blessing,
 Though poverty's cottage and crust we may share; Weak is the back on which burdens are pressing,
 But stout is the heart that is strengthened by prayer.
Somehow or other the pathway grows brighter,  Just when we mourn there are none to befriend;
Hope in the heart makes the burden seem lighter,
 And, somehow or other, we get to the end.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 144/Issue 1857/Little Lovers

Originally published in Tinsley's Magazine
Wee little lovers aged six and ten, Aping the manners of women and men, He so ardent, and she so shy, Only when somebody else is by — When they're alone her shyness flies, Cupid mounts quickly his throne in her eyes; When they're alone this bright-haired miss Gives her wee lover a soft warm kiss.
Yet a sad little coquette is she — Every attention she welcomes with glee; Many a heart has she filled with pain, Constant she finds it so hard to remain. Lovers will come to her feet to woo, What is the dear little damsel to do? Is it her fault that they love her so? Is it her fault that they wont take No?
Long be the lives of this little pair, Sweetheart and maiden so bonny and fair! Long may they live while their loves entwine, Each with the other, like stems of the vine! Or will this baby-love droop and die, Ere many years have flown hurrying by? Then will they deem it but childish fun, Feeling no smart, since no harm has been done.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 144/Issue 1860/Blue Gentian: a Thought

Originally published in Good Words.
Blue Gentian: a Thought
I shall never be a child, With its dancing footsteps wild,  Nor a free-footed maiden any more, Yet my heart leaps up to see The new leaf upon the tree, And to hear the light winds pass O'er the flowers in the grass,  And for very joy brims o'er,  As I kneel and pluck this store  Of blue gentian.
I shall never climb thy peak, Great white Alp, that cannot speak  Of the centuries that float over thee like dreams, Dumb of all God's secret things Sealed to beggars and to kings; Yet I sit in a world of sight, Color, beauty, sound, and light,  While at every step, meseems,  Small sweet joys spring up, like gleams  Of blue gentian.
I shall not live o'er again This strange life, half bliss, half pain;  I shall sleep till Thou call'st me to arise, Body and soul, with new-born powers. If thou wakenest these poor flowers, Wilt thou not awaken me, Who am thirsting after thee?  Ah! when faith grows dim and dies,  Let me think of Alpine skies  And blue gentian.
Splugen, June, 1879.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 144/Issue 1857/At Sunset

Originally published in Spectator
Oh! there are golden moments in men's lives, Sudden, unlooked for, as the little clouds All gold, which suddenly illume the gates Of the lost sun.  Oh, pray for them! They bring No increase like the gains of sun and showers, Only a moments brightness to the earth, Only a moments gleam in common life, Yet who would change them for the wealth of worlds?
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 144/Issue 1860/The Lament of Libanius

Originally published in Fraser's Magazine.
The Lament of Libanius.
Cogito, ergo sum periturus.
          Nimium vobis Humana propago
Two things I view with ever keen surprise —  Enduring nature and mankind that dies.  The quenchless lamps that nightly radiance strew  See not their light and know not what they do:  Streams in unhasting and unresting flow  Make joyless sport, — yet change to envious woe  Our envied mirth: the everlasting hills,  Like giant mummies, feign to mock our ill;  They counterfeit to see, with sightless eye,  Our pigmy generations live and die:  While we, alas, though fashioned in the womb,  Cast longing gaze bepond our night of doom  To that eternal dawn unshadowed by the tomb.  We gaze, we strain our eyes, we seem to see  That — barren hills are less and more than we!  To think, like man, and yet, like nature, to abide, —  This double boon to man and nature is denied;  This boon the gods enjoy and give to none beside.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 144/Issue 1861/Chinese Prohibition of the Consumption of Cow's Milk

Originally reported in Nature as published in the Foochow Herald.
The following translation of a Chinese placard regarding the highly immoral practice of consuming cow’s milk is sent to the Foochow Herald for publication: "Strictly refrain from eating cow’s milk! Man should not rob the beasts of their food. Moreover of all beasts the cow is the most useful and meritorious. Men who do not discriminate between mankind and beasts are worse than senseless. Those who sell milk darken their consciences for gain, and those who eat cow’s milk foolishly think they are benefiting their bodies. Men who take medicine should first carefully investigate and find out its nature. Why do not those who eat cow’s milk consider and inquire into its origin? For instance, men beget children, and while the children are small they depend upon milk for their nourishment; so it is also with beasts. But when men buy milk to eat, do they not do injury to the life of the calf? And is there not bitter hatred and distress in the minds of both cow and calf? Beasts cannot speak: how then are they able to tell the man that, in eating the milk of beasts, his body becomes like that of birds and beasts? But if men wish to take strengthening medicine, there are numberless other articles in the world that are beneficial; and what necessity then is there for taking cow’s milk? Besides this, the death and life of men have their fixed number and limit, and this cow’s milk cannot lengthen out and continue the life of man. Since, then, all know the truth—that it cannot do this, all ought to act with loving and benevolent spirit. Especially all who receive this exhortation should keep from eating milk. The children of those who cause their families to refrain from eating milk will be preserved to grow up; they also will thus lengthen out their own lives, and will escape from evil in time of fatal epidemics. If such persons be able also to exhort others, who are ignorant of first principles, to leave off the eating of milk, their descendants shall surely prosper. Published by the Hall of Good Exhortations. The xylographic blocks are deposited in the Ung Ling Kóh."
# Maryland Steel Company of Baltimore County v. United States

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United States Supreme Court
235 U.S. 451
Maryland Steel Company of Baltimore County v. United States
Argued: December 8, 1914. --- Decided: January 5, 1915
Messrs. Walter D. Davidge and Alexander Preston for appellant.
[Argument of Counsel from page 452 intentionally omitted]
Assistant Attorney General Thompson for appellee.
Mr. Justice McKenna delivered the opinion of the court:

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# Maryland and Virginia Eldership of Churches of God v. Church of God at Sharpsburg, Inc.

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United States Supreme Court
396 U.S. 367
Maryland and Virginia Eldership of Churches of God v. Church of God at Sharpsburg, Inc.
Alfred L. Scanlan, James H. Booser and Charles O. Fisher, for appellants.
Arthur G. Lambert, for appellees.
PER CURIAM.

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