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# Lyrical Ballads (1800)/Volume 2/The Childless Father

The CHILDLESS FATHER.
Up, Timothy, up with your Staff and away! Not a soul in the village this morning will stay; The Hare has just started from Hamilton's grounds, And Skiddaw is glad with the cry of the hounds.
—Of coats and of jackets both grey, red and green, On the slopes of the pastures all colours were seen, With their comely blue aprons and caps white as snow, The girls on the hills made a holiday show.
The bason of box-wood, just six months before, Had stood on the table at Timothy's door, ​A Coffin through Timothy's threshold had pass'd, One Child did it bear and that Child was his last.
Now fast up the dell came the noise and the fray, The horse and the horn, and the hark! hark away! Old Timothy took up his Staff, and he shut With a leisurely motion the door of his hut.
Perhaps to himself at that moment he said, "The key I must take, for my Ellen is dead" But of this in my ears not a word did he speak, And he went to the chase with a tear on his cheek.
# Lyrical Ballads (1800)/Volume 2/Poor Susan

POOR SUSAN.
At the corner of Wood-Street, when day-light appears, There's a Thrush that sings loud, it has sung for three years. Poor Susan has pass'd by the spot and has heard In the silence of morning the song of the bird.
'Tis a note of enchantment; what ails her? She sees A mountain ascending, a vision of trees; Bright volumes of vapour through Lothbury glide, And a river flows on through the vale of Cheapside.
Green pastures she views in the midst of the dale, Down which she so often has tripp'd with her pail, And a single small cottage, a nest like a dove's, The only one dwelling on earth that she loves.
​She looks, and her heart is in Heaven, but they fade, The mist and the river, the hill and the shade; The stream will not flow, and the hill will not rise, And the colours have all pass'd away from her eyes.
Poor Outcast! return—to receive thee once more The house of thy Father will open its door, And thou once again, in thy plain russet gown, Mayst hear the thrush sing from a tree of its own.
# Lyrical Ballads (1800)/Volume 2/Strange fits of passion I have known

Strange fits of passion I have known, And I will dare to tell, But in the lover's ear alone, What once to me befel.
When she I lov'd, was strong and gay And like a rose in June, I to her cottage bent my way, Beneath the evening moon.
Upon the moon I fix'd my eye, All over the wide lea; My horse trudg'd on, and we drew nigh Those paths so dear to me.
​And now we reach'd the orchard plot, And, as we climb'd the hill, Towards the roof of Lucy's cot The moon descended still.
In one of those sweet dreams I slept, Kind Nature's gentlest boon! And, all the while, my eyes I kept On the descending moon.
My horse mov'd on; hoof after hoof He rais'd and never stopp'd: When down behind the cottage roof At once the planet dropp'd.
What fond and wayward thoughts will slide Into a Lover's head— "O mercy!" to myself I cried, "If Lucy should be dead!"
# Mahoney v. Joseph Triner Corporation

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United States Supreme Court
304 U.S. 401
Mahoney v. Joseph Triner Corporation
Argued: April 25, 1938. --- Decided: May 23, 1938
On appeal from the District Court of the United States for the District of Minnesota.
Messrs. Wm. S. Ervin and Roy C. Frank, both of St. Paul, Minn., for appellant.
Mr. Carl W. Cummins, of St. Paul, Minn., for appellee.
Mr. Justice BRANDEIS delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Maid Marian

First published in 1822, this transcription is of the first edition.
MAID MARIAN.
BY THE AUTHOR OF HEADLONG HALL.
LONDON:
PRINTED FOR T. HOOKHAM, 15, OLD BOND STREET; AND LONGMAN, HURST, REES, ORME, AND BROWN, PATERNOSTER ROW.
1822.
Printed by S. Gosnell, Little Queen Street, London.
This little work, with the exception of the three last chapters, was written in the autumn of 1818.
March 15, 1822.
* Chapter I.
* Chapter II.
* Chapter III.
* Chapter IV.
* Chapter V.
* Chapter VI.
* Chapter VII.
* Chapter VIII.
* Chapter IX.
* Chapter X.
* Chapter XI.
* Chapter XII.
* Chapter XIII
* Chapter XIV.
* Chapter XV.
* Chapter XVI.
* Chapter XVII.
* Chapter XVIII.
* Advertisement
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# Maid & her barley/Paddy Whack

PADDY WHACK.
I set out from Ulster, my own country, And with speed I arrived at Donaghadee,
I call'd for a ship but they gave me a boat, She kick'd up her keel, and she set me afloat.
CHORUS.
My blessing be with you, sweet Erin go Bragh.
I call'd to the captain to give me his hand, But deil a one minute his racer would stand, I curs'd him to stop sad to tighten her reins, Or against some ould bridge she would dash out his brains.
But there I was left on the midst of the deep, No house for to lodge nor no bed for to sleep, Afraid every moment to tumble down stairs, But I kept to the top by the strength of my prayer.
I hoisted my staff as a sign of distress, A sprig of shilelah and one of the best, But deil a one mortal at all could I see, It was then I lost sight of sweet Donaghadee.
But as I was ploughing and making a noise, There came down a ship's crew of brave British boys, They threw out a rope unto young Paddy Whack, And so like a large whale I play'd slap upon deck,
So there I lay sleeping and dreeping a while, But when I got up I began for to smile, To see London city and suburbs all round, And they said my dear Paddy you're welcome to town.
But, pray, Sir, said I, how do you know my name, I am but a stranger, from Ireland I came, And this very day I came out of the sea, And I waded half over from Donaghadee.
But when I got out of that turbulent tide, I was then bound for Paris the war to decide. To fight against Boney with all my whole strength, But peace was proclaim'd before I got the length.
Since peace is concluded we'll join hands and sing, In hopes that our trade it will flourish like spring. Let thundering cannons now cease their loud noise, And lasses in thousands receive home their boys.
FINIS.
# Mardi/Volume I/Chapter LVIII

During the night following our arrival, many dreams were no doubt dreamt in Odo. But my thoughts were wakeful. And while all others slept, obeying a restless impulse, I stole without into the magical starlight. There are those who in a strange land ever love to view it by night.
It has been said, that the opening in the groves where was situated Media's city, was elevated above the surrounding plains. Hence was commanded a broad reach of prospect.
Far and wide was deep low-sobbing repose of man and nature. The groves were motionless; and in the meadows, like goblins, the shadows advanced and retreated. Full before me, lay the Mardian fleet of isles, profoundly at anchor within their coral harbor. Near by was one belted round by a frothy luminous reef, wherein it lay, like Saturn in its ring.
From all their summits, went up a milk-white smoke, as from Indian wigwams in the hazy harvest-moon. And floating away, these vapors blended with the faint mist, as of a cataract, hovering over the circumvallating reef. Far beyond all, and far into the infinite night, surged the jet-black ocean.
But how tranquil the wide lagoon, which mirrored the burning spots in heaven! Deep down into its innermost heart penetrated the slanting rays of Hesperus like a shaft of light, sunk far into mysterious Golcondas, where myriad gnomes seemed toiling. Soon a light breeze rippled the water, and the shaft was seen no more. But the moon's bright wake was still revealed: a silver track, tipping every wave-crest in its course, till each seemed a pearly, scroll-prowed nautilus, buoyant with some elfin crew.
From earth to heaven! High above me was Night's shadowy bower, traversed, vine-like, by the Milky Way, and heavy with golden clusterings. Oh stars! oh eyes, that see me, wheresoe'er I roam: serene, intent, inscrutable for aye, tell me Sybils, what I am.— Wondrous worlds on worlds! Lo, round and round me, shining, awful spells: all glorious, vivid constellations, God's diadem ye are! To you, ye stars, man owes his subtlest raptures, thoughts unspeakable, yet full of faith.
But how your mild effulgence stings the boding heart. Am I a murderer, stars?
Hours pass. The starry trance is departed. Long waited for, the dawn now comes.
First, breaking along the waking face; peeping from out the languid lids; then shining forth in longer glances; till, like the sun, up comes the soul, and sheds its rays abroad.
When thus my Yillah did daily dawn, how she lit up my world; tinging more rosily the roseate clouds, that in her summer cheek played to and fro, like clouds in Italian air.
# Marriage (Ferrier)

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MARRIAGE
A Novel by Susan Ferrier
    "Life consists not of a series of illustrious actions; the greater part of our time passes in compliance with necessities—in the performance of daily duties—in the removal of small inconveniences—in the procurement of petty pleasures; and we are well or ill at ease, as the main stream of life glides on smoothly, or is ruffled by small and frequent interruption." -JOHNSON.
Edinburgh Edition
IN TWO VOLUMES
VOLUME I.
LONDON
RICHARD BENTLEY & SON
Publishers in Ordinary to Her Majesty the Queen
1881
Printed by R. & R. CLARK, Edinburgh.

## Table of Contents

* Prefatory Note
* Miss Ferrier's Novels
* Recollections of visits to Ashestiel and Abbotsford
* Chapter I
* Chapter II
* Chapter III
* Chapter IV
* Chapter V
* Chapter VI
* Chapter VII
* Chapter VIII
* Chapter IX
* Chapter X
* Chapter XI
* Chapter XII
* Chapter XIII
* Chapter XIV
* Chapter XV
* Chapter XVI
* Chapter XVII
* Chapter XVIII
* Chapter XIX
* Chapter XX
* Chapter XXI
* Chapter XXII
* Chapter XXIII
* Chapter XXIV
* Chapter XXV
* Chapter XXVI
* Chapter XXVII
* Chapter XXVIII
* Chapter XXIX
* Chapter XXX
* Chapter XXXI
* Chapter XXXII
* Chapter XXXIII
* Chapter XXXIV
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# Marriage

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* Marriage (1818), a novel by Susan Edmonstoune Ferrier
* Marriage (1912), a novel by H. G. Wells
# Marqueze v. Bloom/Opinion of the Court

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* Opinion of the Court
United States Supreme Court
83 U.S. 351
Marqueze v. Bloom
ON motion to dismiss a writ of error to the Supreme Court of the State of Louisiana.
Marqueze & Co. brought this suit in the Fourth District Court of the Parish of Orleans, in Louisiana, on the 19th of April, 1866, against Bloom, Kahn, and Levi, trading as Bloom, Kahn & Co. The petition was for the recovery of money alleged to be due to the plaintiffs, for certain merchandise sold to the defendants during the first six months of 1861, amounting with interest, to $1045. The defendants, except Levi, pleaded the prescription of three years. Levi pleaded the same prescription, averring that at the time of the sale of the goods and since, until the commencement of the suit, he resided in the city of New Orleans. The District Court gave judgment against all the defendants. Levi alone appealed to the Supreme Court, and the judgment as to him was reversed.
The opinion of the Supreme Court was in the record, and it appeared that the only question before that court related to the interruption of prescription, and that this was decided exclusively upon the principles of the jurisprudence of the State.
No Federal question is referred to in the record or in the opinion. We have, therefore, no jurisdiction of the case, and the writ of error must be
DISMISSED.

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# Marr v. United States

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United States Supreme Court
268 U.S. 536
Marr v. United States
Argued: March 12, 1925. --- Decided: June 1, 1925
Messrs. Wm. L. Frierson, of Washington, D. C., and James Byrne, of New York City, for appellant.
Mr. James M. Beck, Sol. Gen., of Washington, D. C., and The Attorney General, for the United States.
[Argument of Counsel from page 537 intentionally omitted]
Mr. Justice BRANDEIS delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Little Jack Rabbit's Adventures/Chapter 2

THE FIRST TRAIN
For weeks and weeks there was great excitement among the Little People of the Shady Forest and Sunny Meadow. From behind trees and bushes, rocks and stumps, they watched the building of the railroad.
Professor Jim Crow came to offer advice, but changed his mind. As for Little Jack Rabbit, he looked out from behind a stump and wondered.
Cousin Cotton Tail had been forced to move from the Big Brush Heap on the hill. ​She and her little bunnies were now visiting in the Old Bramble Patch.
When Little Jack Rabbit was told that a railroad must be level, he thought a man would come with a big scythe and slice off the top of the hill like a loaf of bread and lay the slices in the hollows.
This wasn't so very strange, seeing that he was only a little bunny boy and, of course, didn't know anything about building railroads.
Every day the railroad came nearer being finished. The hill was dug out. As Mr. Mole remarked, "It was done almost as well as I could have done it, only, of course, I would have made a tunnel."
Then the sleepers were laid. Busy Beaver smiled as he watched the men lay the great logs on the smooth earth.
​"Wouldn't they be dandy for my dam?" he remarked.
"You've got all you need," answered Little Jack Rabbit. "I'm glad they didn't break up the Old Rail Fence and make the railroad ties out of it."
Finally the rails were fastened on the logs and the railroad was finished; the first train was to run through and everybody was waiting to see it.
Mr. and Mrs. John Rabbit put on their Sunday clothes and took Little Jack Rabbit and Brother Bobby Tail to the end of the Old Rail Fence.
Pretty soon a black speck appeared at the end of the long line. It grew bigger and bigger. A cloud of smoke arose and drifted over the Shady Forest. There was a rattle and a roar and a din. Little ​Jack Rabbit hid behind his mother's skirt, but the train had already passed them.
And there on the platform of the last car, stood the Farmer's Boy, holding on by the door, bowing and smiling and proud as a king.
# Little Jack Rabbit's Adventures/Chapter 13

THE DAM
The Bubbling Brook was slowly drying up. Everyone on the Sunny Meadow was worried, and the little people who lived in the water were even more worried.
It was just like having one's house pulled down while living in it. You see, as the water became more shallow there were places in the little brook that were hardly covered with water, and it was only in the deep holes that the fish and crabs could swim at all.
And the cause of all this was Busy Beaver. Yes, sir. Busy Beaver was building a dam across the Bubbling Brook.
​Somehow he knew that winter was coming, when it would be all frozen over. But he knew that if he built a dam across it, a little pond would form where the water would be too deep to freeze clear down to the bottom.
"I'll leave a little opening in the dam to let the water run out when it gets high enough," said Busy Beaver to himself as he laid mud and stones on top of a log.
If the Little People of the Sunny Meadow had only heard him they wouldn't have been so worried. Little Jack Rabbit did, though, as he came hopping down the Shady Forest Path.
"Good morning," said the little bunny.
Busy Beaver looked up from his work. He had almost finished a mighty good job. First, he had cut down a tree, and then ​sawed it with his sharp teeth into logs. These he had rolled into the water, weighting them down with stones and mud until gradually he had built up a splendid dam from the bottom of the pond.
"It's almost finished," said Busy Beaver. "It took me quite a long time, for sometimes the logs would bob up and drift away, and I'd have to begin all over again. But I kept at it, and now I've got a nice dam to hold back the water."
"Why do you want deep water?" asked the little rabbit.
"Come over here and I'll show you," answered Busy Beaver, leading Little Jack Rabbit around to the end of the dam nearest the Shady Forest. "There, you see my house. Now the water must be deep enough so that when it freezes my front door will ​always be below the ice. Otherwise I wouldn't be able to swim in and out."
"How soon will the Bubbling Brook start running again?" asked the little bunny.
"Pretty soon—maybe tonight," answered Busy Beaver.
"Hurrah! I'll tell my friend the little Fresh Water Crab!" and away hopped the little rabbit to the Sunny Meadow.
# Little Jack Rabbit's Adventures/Chapter 18

MRS. COW
"Ting-a-ling! ting-a-ling!" went Mrs. Cow's bell. Mrs. Cow seemed mighty anxious to get away from somebody. Yes, sir! she kept right on running, although every now and then she'd turn her head to look behind her.
By and by Little Jack Rabbit came hopping over the top of the hill with a tin pail in his paw. But, goodness me! Mrs. Cow didn't have to run away from him. No indeed. He wasn't going to milk her. He didn't have a milk pail at all, but a little dinner pail, and Mrs. Cow was mistaken and had run away for nothing.
The truth of the matter was that the little ​rabbit was going berrying down in the Cranberry Marsh on the other side of the Old Duck Pond, but of course Mrs. Cow didn't know that.
But she did know it wasn't time to be milked, and, anyway, she wasn't going to have anybody milk her but the Kind Farmer.
"Mrs. Cow! Mrs. Cow!" cried the little rabbit, "I'm going cranberrying, not milking. Don't run away!"
"Honest Injun?" said Mrs. Cow, halting at the Bubbling Brook. "Cross your heart?"
"Yes, cross my heart," answered the little rabbit.
"Well, I'm glad to hear you say so," replied Mrs. Cow. "I might have sprained my ankle jumping over the Bubbling Brook."
​Then she trotted along by the little rabbit's side.
"How's your Ma these days?" she asked in a little while.
"She's going to make cranberry jelly when I get back," replied the little rabbit. "Father's very fond of it. How's Mr. Bull?"
"He's very well," answered Mrs. Cow. "He was up when Cocky Doodle sang his Sun Song this morning."
"So was I," laughed the little rabbit. "Mother says Cocky Doodle is better than an alarm clock, for you don't have to wind him."
Just then they came to the end of the meadow, so the little rabbit hopped through the fence and down to the Cranberry Patch to fill his pail with the bright red berries.
# Little Jack Rabbit's Adventures/Chapter 19

THE SUGAR-COATED CARROT
All of a sudden, just like that, he saw something shining in the grass. And what do you think it was? You'll never guess, so I'll tell you right away. A sugar-coated carrot. But before he could put it in his pocket along came little Katie Cottontail, swinging her sunbonnet in her paw.
shouted Little Jack Rabbit, "and I'll give you something to make you laugh."
"What is it?" asked little Katie Cotton​tail, but just the same she didn't wait for an answer, but closed her eyes and twinkled her nose up and down, and then sideways.
But, Oh dear me. Just then the little rabbit dropped the sugar-coated carrot and couldn't find it. He hunted high and low, and so did little Katie Cottontail, but the candy carrot was gone. Yes, sir. It certainly was. And I'll tell you where it went. Into a little hole in the ground where a snake had his home.
"Well, we'll make some cranberry juice soda when we get home," said Little Jack Rabbit, and off they hopped to the Cranberry Patch. In a little while he had filled his pail and Katie Cottontail her apron, and then they started for home.
"I must be careful not to squash 'em, or ​Mother'll give me a scolding," she said, as they climbed up the bank where the railroad track cut through. But, Oh dear me! Just as they were about to hop through the Old Rail Fence, along came a train.
"Ding, dong!" went the bell. "Toot-toot-toot!" shrieked the whistle. Poor little Katie Cottontail gave a shiver and dropped her apron. Then clipperty-clip, lipperty-lip she went up the Cow Path to the Old Brush Heap on the hillside.
Mrs. Cow looked up and, seeing the little bunny girl hopping home all out of breath, ought something must be the matter and ran back to the Big Red Barn. The bell on her collar didn't make nearly as much noise as the one on the locomotive, but it made her hurry, just the same.
​"Goodness me! What scary things girls are!" said the little rabbit. "Mrs. Cow's ten times as big as Katie Cottontail, but she's just as scary."
After picking up the cranberries which the little frightened girl rabbit had spilled from her apron, the bunny boy hopped home to the Old Bramble Patch.
# Little Jack Rabbit's Adventures/Chapter 17

THE BONFIRE
Everybody in the Shady Forest was having a dreadful time. Old Parson Owl was nearly coughing his head off, Professor Jim Crow's voice was so hoarse his scholars could hardly understand him, and Little Jack Rabbit's eyes looked as if he had been crying for a week.
The reason for all this was that the smoke from the Farmer Boy's big bonfire had drifted into the forest until every chink and corner was filled.
At first no one knew what was the matter. Of course the air smelled queer and made one's eyes smart. But after a while when ​the smoke grew so thick that it seemed like night-time and Mr. Merry Sun couldn't be seen at all, the Forest Folk thought it time to hold a meeting to consider what was best to do. They all decided to ask Billy Breeze to help them, and you can imagine how grateful they were when he agreed to blow the smoke out of the Shady Forest. Before Mr. Merry Sun went down behind the hills that night Billy Breeze had cleared the smoke away and everything was clean and sweet again.
Now, before all this had taken place, a handful of burning leaves had drifted along the Old Rail Fence, setting fire to the long, dry grass, and in a short time there was quite a fire close to the Old Bramble Patch.
It didn't take Little Jack Rabbit long to ​borrow some sweet Potatoes from his mother, and while he was roasting them Chippy Chipmunk climbed through the fence with a bagful of chestnuts.
Pretty soon along came Jimmy Crow, and when he saw what was going on, he was mighty anxious to have some fun, too. So off he went to get some bittersweet berries, for he likes them much better than sweet potatoes.
After a while Mrs. Rabbit came out to see whether they were up to any mischief. She was worried for fear they might burn up the Old Rail Fence or set fire to the Old Bramble Patch. But no, nothing was wrong. All three were quietly sitting around a small fire, the little rabbit peeling a hot sweet potato, the little chipmunk shelling a smoking hot chestnut and the little ​crow picking out the nice browned bittersweet berries.
"Well, well!" exclaimed the lady rabbit with a sigh of relief, "I expected to see the Old Rail Fence in ashes and the dear Old Bramble Patch in flames."