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# Lewis v. United States (146 U.S. 370)

Cite as: Lewis v. United States, 146 U.S. 370 (1892).
Supreme Court of the United States
146 U.S. 370
LEWIS v. UNITED STATES
Error to the Circuit Court of the United States for the Western District of Arkansas
No. 1013. Argued: Oct. 28, 1892 --- Decided: Dec. 5, 1892

## Dissenting Opinion

    Brewer
In trials for felonies, it is not in the power of the prisoner, either by himself or his counsel, to waive the right to be personally present during the trial.
The making of challenges is an essential part of the trial of a person accused of crime, and it is one of his substantial tights to be brought face to face with the jurors when the challenges are made.
Though no specific exception was taken in this case by the prisoner, based upon the fact that he was called upon to challenge jurors not before him, a general exception, taken to the action of the court in prescribing the method of procedure, was sufficient.
Where no due exception to the language of the court in instructing the jury is taken at the trial, this court cannot consider whether the trial court went beyond the verge of propriety in its instructions.
On the trial of the case, after the accused had pleaded not guilty to the indictment, the court directed two lists of thirty-seven qualified jurymen to be made out by the clerk, one to be given to the district attorney and one to the counsel for the defendant, and further directed each side to proceed with its challenges, independently of the other, and without knowledge on the part of either as to what challenges had been made by the other. To this method of proceeding, the defendant at the time excepted, but was required to proceed to make his challenges. He challenged twenty persons from the list of thirty-seven persons from which he made his challenges, but in doing so he challenged three jurors who were also challenged by the government. The government challenged from the list of thirty-seven persons five persons, three of whom were the same persons challenged by the defendant. This fact was made to appear from the lists of jurors used by the government in making its [p371] challenges and the defendant in making his challenges. To the happening of the fact that both parties challenged the same three jurors, the defendant at the time objected, but the court overruled the objection, and directed the jury to be called from the said two lists, impanelled and sworn, to which the defendant at the time excepted. Held, that there was substantial error in this proceeding and the judgment of guilty must be reversed.
The case is stated in the opinion.
Mr. A. H. Garland and Mr. H. J. May for plaintiff in error.
Mr. Assistant Attorney General Parker for defendant in error.
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# Lewis v. Red Jacket Consolidated Coal/Opinion of the Court

* Court Documents
* Case Syllabus
* Opinion of the Court
United States Supreme Court
275 U.S. 536
Lewis v. Red Jacket Consolidated Coal
Petition for writs of certiorari to the United States Circuit Court of Appeals for the Fourth Circuit denied.

## Notes

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# Littell's Living Age/Volume 132/Issue 1704/Miscellany

​Remains of an Ancient Village in Oxford. — A discovery of a most remarkable nature has been made during the last few days in the course of preparing the ground for the new University Schools in High Street, Oxford. The site chosen for the schools was occupied by the Angel Hotel, and lies between High Street, Merton Street, University College, and King Street, embracing an area of about two acres. The excavations have now been made to a depth of about fifteen feet, and the earth having been cleared away has left standing a number of mounds of gravel, which, on closer examination, are seen to be the walls which divided circular pits. In some cases the wall is not more than six inches thick, while in others the division is of greater thickness, but all the spaces are of the same shape, namely, circular, although they differ in size. One very perfect specimen, situated on the west side, is of a remarkable character. It is much larger than the others, and being on the extreme edge of the site only one-half has been exposed. The appearance presented is that of a semicircular excavation in the gravel, the base of the semicircle being formed by the earth and foundations of the adjoining building. This large pit has adjoining it a much smaller one, which probably served as the entrance, and at the point of junction between the two there is a bench or narrow platform. In two of the pits have been found concrete floors (these being the only two that have been at present carefully examined) of such tenacity that it was possible to remove the half of one of them without fracture. At the bottom of another were found some pieces of decayed wood. In removing the rubbish and earth several objects of great interest have been found, including a portion of a Runic cross, a Saxon knife and arrow-head, etc., and also a very large number of bones, principally of domestic animals. The discovery has caused considerable interest in university circles.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 132/Issue 1704/Cupid Schooled

* CUPID SCHOOLED.
* I.
* When she was as gay as a linnet,
* And I was as fresh as a lark,
* Never a day but some minute
* We met betwixt dawning and dark.
* II.
* "Katie, and when shall we marry?"
* "Marry?" she said, with a sigh, —
* "That's cake and ribbons on Monday,
* And sorrow ere Saturday's by.
* III.
* "You are as lean as a lizard,
* I am as poor as a mouse;
* Nothing per annum, paid quarterly,
* Hardly finds rent for a house.
* IV.
* "'Love and a crust in a cottage,'
* Capital! just for a pair:
* What if the hut should grow populous?
* How would the populace fare?
* V.
* "Oh, ay! the uncle you reckon on, —
* Gouty, and rich, and unwed, —
* Dick! they wait ill, says the adage, who
* Wait for the shoes of the dead.
* VI.
* "Ah! if I loved you, I'd risk it!
* That's what you're thinking, I guess: —
* Why, I would risk it to-morrow,
* Dick, if I cared for you less!
* VII.
* "Love's apt to fly out at window
* When Poverty looks in at door:
* Rather I'd die than help banish him,
* Dick, just by keeping you poor.
* VIII.
* "Kiss me! you'll look in on Sunday?
* Won't my new bonnet be brave?
* June at its longest and leafiest —
* My! what a ramble we'll have!
* IX.
* "Bye-bye! There's grandmother waiting
* Patient at home for her tea:
* Dick, if you wouldn't wed both of us,
* You must be patient for me!"
* X.
* Showers, if they ruffle its foliage,
* Freshen the green of the grove;
* True lovers' tiffs, said old Terence, are
* Only fresh fuel to love.
* XI.
* If I flung off in a passion —
* If she crept in for a cry —
* Sunday came smiling and settled it,
* Katie was wiser than I.
* XII.
* Love's but a baby that, passionate,
* Cries to be mated, at birth:
* Time isn't lost if it teaches you
* What a good woman is worth.
* XIII.
* What if the waiting was wearisome?
* What if the work-days were drear?
* Time, the old thief, couldn't rob us of
* Fifty-two Sundays a year.
* Blackwood's Magazine.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 132/Issue 1704

LITTELL'S LIVING AGE.
| Fifth Series, Volume XVII. | $\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,$ | No. 1704. — February 10, 1877. | $\scriptstyle {\left\{{\begin{matrix}\ \end{matrix}}\right.}$ | From Beginning Vol. CXXXII. |
CONTENTS. :
| I. | Arctic Heroes, from Eirek, of Scandinavia, to Captain Nares, | London Quarterly Review, | 323 |
| II. | The Shadow of the Door. Conclusion, | Blackwood's Magazine, | 334 |
| III. | Charles Kingsley, | Fortnightly Review, | 341 |
| IV. | Weariness: a Tale from France. By Rudolph Lindau, | Blackwood's Magazine, | 354 |
| V. | Condition of The Larger Planets. By Richard A. Proctor, F.R.A.S., | Popular Science Review, | 362 |
| VI. | The Geographical Aspect of the Eastern Question. By Edward A. Freeman, | Fortnightly Review, | 369 |
| VII. | Green Pastures and Piccadilly. By William Black, author of "The Adventures of a Phaeton," "The Princess of Thule," etc., | Examiner, | 378 |
| VIII. | The Mistletoe, | Hardwicke's Science Gossip, | 382 |
| IX. | Be What You Are, | Sunday at Home, | 383 |
POETRY. :
| Cupid Schooled, | 322 | A Song in the Night, | 322 |
| Miscellany, | Miscellany, | Miscellany, | 384 |
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 132/Issue 1703/My Secret

* MY SECRET.
* I have with my heart a secret,
* It lies fast buried there;
* No human heart may know it,
* Nor its treasures deep and rare.
* 'Tis forever smiling upon me,
* Bearing my spirit away,
* To bathe in the golden sunlight
* Of its ever sunny day.
* The green trees knew my secret
* As I wandered beneath their shade,
* And my heart woke up to the music
* Their quiv'ring branches made.
* I whispered it softly and gently,
* That the waking birds may hear,
* And they bore it over the valley
* In a strain so sweet and clear.
* To the stars in their pathless glory
* I breathed it in trembling delight;
* And they slowly unfolded their story
* Before my enraptured sight.
* The sunset o'er valley and mountain,
* The dawning by fountain and stream,
* Have gilded my heart's fair treasure
* With many a radiant gleam.
* When night with her cool, dark shadows,
* Falls over a weary land,
* I unfasten my heart's closed door
* With an eager trembling hand,
* And I bring out my precious secret,
* And we commune, she and I;
* And on golden wings of fancy
* Through boundless regions fly.
* Oh! earth's many voices, awaken,
* I am thirsting to learn your song;
* I am longing to mingle my secret
* With your ever-musical throng.
* Fain would I tune my fingers
* To the chords of the mighty refrain,
* And catch the sweet echoes falling
* From a never-dying strain.
* It needeth not always the sunshine,
* Tears make it radiantly fair,
* And some of its loveliest jewels
* Have been planted by sorrow and care.
* But often comes over me thrilling
* A strange, sharp agony,
* As of something for which I am yearning,
* And unsatisfied ever must be.
* Oh, rest thee, my heart's dear treasure!
* Some day thou shalt fully know
* All the joy and the bliss on thee dawning
* But dimly and faintly below.
* So I bear thee through clouds and through sunshine,
* 'Mid the world's confusion and strife,
* For in thee is silently growing
* An ever fresh green life.
* And when, with the years ever fleeting,
* My weary hands I fold,
* And slumber no more to waken,
* With heart and memory cold,
* My secret shall rise with my spirit,
* From earth-stains purified,
* To pour forth its treasure for ages
* At the feet of Him who died.
* M. C. W.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 132/Issue 1704/A Song in the Night

* A SONG IN THE NIGHT.
* I take this pain, Lord Jesus,
* From thine own hand;
* The strength to bare it bravely
* Thou wilt command.
* I am too weak for effort,
* So let me rest,
* In hush of sweet submission,
* On thine own breast.
* I take this pain, Lord Jesus,
* As proof indeed
* That thou art watching closely
* My truest need;
* That thou, my Good Physician,
* Art working still;
* That all thine own good pleasure
* Thou wilt fulfil.
* I take this pain, Lord Jesus!
* What thou dost choose,
* The soul that really loves thee
* Will not refuse.
* It is not for the first time
* I trust to-day!
* For thee my heart hath never
* A trustless "Nay!"
* I take this pain, Lord Jesus!
* But what beside?
* 'Tis no unmingled portion
* Thou dost provide.
* In every hour of faintness,
* My cup runs o'er
* With faithfulness and mercy,
* And love's sweet store.
* I take this pain, Lord Jesus,
* As thine own gift,
* And true though tremulous praises
* I now uplift.
* I am too weak to sing them,
* But thou dost hear
* The whisper from the pillow, —
* Thou art so near!
* 'Tis thy dear hand, O Saviour,
* That presseth sore,
* The hand that bears the nail-prints
* Forevermore.
* And now beneath its shadow,
* Hidden by thee,
* The pressure only tells me
* Thou lovest me!
* Frances Ridley Havergal.
# Letters of Two Brides/Chapter XXXIII

My child,—If ever you become a mother, you will find out that it is impossible to write letters during the first two months of your nursing. Mary, my English nurse, and I are both quite knocked up. It is true I had not told you that I was determined to do everything myself. Before the event I had with my own fingers sewn the baby clothes and embroidered and edged with lace the little caps. I am a slave, my pet, a slave day and night.
To begin with, Master Armand-Louis takes his meals when it pleases him, and that is always; then he has often to be changed, washed, and dressed. His mother is so fond of watching him sleep, of singing songs to him, of walking him about in her arms on a fine day, that she has little time left to attend to herself. In short, what society has been to you, my child—our child—has been to me!
I cannot tell you how full and rich my life has become, and I long for your coming that you may see for yourself. The only thing is, I am afraid he will soon be teething, and that you will find a peevish, crying baby. So far he has not cried much, for I am always at hand. Babies only cry when their wants are not understood, and I am constantly on the lookout for his. Oh! my sweet, my heart has opened up so wide, while you allow yours to shrink and shrivel at the bidding of society! I look for your coming with all a hermit's longing. I want so much to know what you think of l'Estorade, just as you no doubt are curious for my opinion of Macumer.
Write to me from your last resting-place. The gentlemen want to go and meet our distinguished guests. Come, Queen of Paris, come to our humble grange, where love at least will greet you!
# Letters of Two Brides/Chapter XXXIV

April 1826.
The name on this address will tell you, dear, that my petition has been granted. Your father-in-law is now Comte de l'Estorade. I would not leave Paris till I had obtained the gratification of your wishes, and I am writing in the presence of the Keeper of the Seals, who has come to tell me that the patent is signed.
Good-bye for a short time!
# Late Lyrics and Earlier, With Many Other Verses/"I look in her Face"

"I LOOK IN HER FACE"
(Song: Minor)
I LOOK in her face and say, "Sing as you used to sing About Love's blossoming"; But she hints not Yea or Nay.
"Sing, then, that Love's a pain, If, Dear, you think it so, Whether it be or no;" But dumb her lips remain.
I go to a far-off room, A faint song ghosts my ear; Which song I cannot hear, But it seems to come from a tomb.
# Late Lyrics and Earlier, With Many Other Verses/"I sometimes think"

"I SOMETIMES THINK"
(FOR F. E. H.)
I SOMETIMES think as here I sit Of things I have done, Which seemed in doing not unfit To face the sun: Yet never a soul has paused a whit On such—not one.
There was that eager strenuous press To sow good seed; There was that saving from distress In the nick of need; There were those words in the wilderness: Who cared to heed?
Yet can this be full true, or no? For one did care, And, spiriting into my house, to, fro, Like wind on the stair, Cares still, heeds all, and will, even though I may despair.
# Late Lyrics and Earlier, With Many Other Verses/"If You had known"

"IF YOU HAD KNOWN"
IF you had known When listening with her to the far-down moan Of the white-selvaged and empurpled sea, And rain came on that did not hinder talk, Or damp your flashing facile gaiety In turning home, despite the slow wet walk By crooked ways, and over stiles of stone; If you had known
You would lay roses, Fifty years thence, on her monument, that discloses Its graying shape upon the luxuriant green; Fifty years thence to an hour, by chance led there, What might have moved you?—yea, had you foreseen
That on the tomb of the selfsame one, gone where The dawn of every day is as the close is, You would lay roses!
1920.
# Late Lyrics and Earlier, With Many Other Verses/"I knew a Lady"

"I KNEW A LADY" (CLUB SONG)
I KNEW a lady when the days Grew long, and evenings goldened; But I was not emboldened By her prompt eyes and winning ways.
And when old Winter nipt the haws, "Another's wife I'll be, And then you'll care for me," She said, "and think how sweet I was!"
And soon she shone as another's wife: As such I often met her, And sighed, "How I regret her! My folly cuts me like a knife!"
And then, to-day, her husband came, And moaned, "Why did you flout her? Well could I do without her! For both our burdens you are to blame!"
# Late Lyrics and Earlier, With Many Other Verses/"I was not He"

“I WAS NOT HE"
(SONG)
I WAS not he—the man Who used to pilgrim to your gate, At whose smart step you grew elate, And rosed, as maidens can, For a brief span.
It was not I who sang Beside the keys you touched so true With note-bent eyes, as if with you It counted not whence sprang The voice that rang. . . .
Yet though my destiny It was to miss your early sweet, You still, when turned to you my feet, Had sweet enough to be A prize for me!
# Late Lyrics and Earlier, With Many Other Verses/"I worked no Wile to meet You"

"I WORKED NO WILE TO MEET YOU"
(SONG)
I WORKED no wile to meet you, My sight was set elsewhere, I sheered about to shun you, And lent your life no care. I was unprimed to greet you At such a date and place, Constraint alone had won you Vision of my strange face!
You did not seek to see me Then or at all, you said, Meant passing when you neared me, But stumbling blocks forbade. You even had thought to flee me, By other mindings moved; No influent star endeared me, Unknown, unrecked, unproved!
What, then, was there to tell us The flux of flustering hours Of their own tide would bring us By no device of ours To where the daysprings well us Heart-hydromels that cheer, Till Time enearth and swing us Round with the turning sphere.
# Late Lyrics and Earlier, With Many Other Verses/"O I won't lead a Homely Life"

"O I WON'T LEAD A HOMELY LIFE"
(To an old air)
"O I won't lead a homely life As father's Jack and mother's Jill, But I will be a fiddler's wife, With music mine at will! Just a little tune, Another one soon, As I merrily fling my fill!"
And she became a fiddler's Dear, And merry all day she strove to be; And he played and played afar and near, But never at home played he Any little tune Or late or soon; And sunk and sad was she!
# Late Lyrics and Earlier, With Many Other Verses/"She did not turn"

“SHE DID NOT TURN"
SHE did not turn, But passed foot-faint with averted head In her gown of green, by the bobbing fern, Though I leaned over the gate that led From where we waited with table spread; But she did not turn: Why was she near there if love had fled?
She did not turn, Though the gate was whence I had often sped In the mists of morning to meet her, and learn Her heart, when its moving moods I read As a book—she mine, as she sometimes said; But she did not turn, And passed foot-faint with averted head.
# Late Lyrics and Earlier, With Many Other Verses/"If it's ever Spring again"

“IF IT'S EVER SPRING AGAIN”
(SONG)
IF it's ever spring again, Spring again, I shall go where went I when Down the moor-cock splashed, and hen, Seeing me not, amid their flounder, Standing with my arm around her; If it's ever spring again, Spring again, I shall go where went I then.
If it's ever summer-time, Summer-time, With the hay crop at the prime, And the cuckoos-two-in rhyme, As they used to be, or seemed to, We shall do as long we've dreamed to, If it's ever summer-time, Summer-time, With the hay, and bees achime.
# Late Lyrics and Earlier, With Many Other Verses/"The Curtains now are drawn"

THE CURTAINS NOW ARE DRAWN"
(SONG)
I
THE curtains now are drawn, And the spindrift strikes the glass, Blown up the jagged pass By the surly salt sou'-west, And the sneering glare is gone Behind the yonder crest, While she sings to me: “O the dream that thou art my Love, be it thine, And the dream that I am thy Love, be it mine, And death may come, but loving is divine."
II
I stand here in the rain, With its smite upon her stone, And the grasses that have grown Over women, children, men, And their texts that "Life is vain"; But I hear the notes as when Once she sang to me: “O the dream that thou art my Love, be it thine, And the dream that I am thy Love, be it mine, And death may come, but loving is divine."
1913.
# Lonergan v. Buford

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United States Supreme Court
148 U.S. 581
Lonergan v. Buford
At law. Action in the district court of Salt Lake county, Utah, by Marcus B. Buford, John W. Taylor, and George Crocker, copartners under the firm name of the Promontory Stock Ranch Company, against Simon J. Lonergan and William Burke, to recover for breach of a contract of sale. Verdict and judgment were given for plaintiffs, and the judgment was affirmed by the supreme court of the territory of Utah. 22 Pac. Rep. 164. Defendants bring error. Affirmed.
Statement by Mr. Justice BREWER: On December 10, 1886, the defendants in error commenced suit in the district court of the county of Salt Lake, Utah T., to recover from the defendants, now plaintiffs in error, the sum of $14,110, for breach of a contract of sale. Defendants appeared and answered. A trial was had before a jury, and on November 14, 1888, a verdict was returned in favor of the plaintiffs for $6,631.63, upon which verdict judgment was duly entered. An appeal was taken to the supreme court of the territory, by which court the judgment was affirmed, and from that court the case has been brought here on error. The allegation in the complaint was that on July 17, 1886, the parties entered into a contract, of which the parts material to the questions presented are as follows:
'This agreement, made this seventeenth day of July, A. D. 1886, by and between Simon Lonergan and William Burke, of the city of Salt Lake, territory of Utah, parties of the first part, and the Promontory Stock Ranch Company, a partnership composed of M. B. Buford, J. W. Taylor, and George Crocker, all of the state of California, parties of the second part, witnesseth:

## Notes

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# Loeb Classical Library/L025N/Title/Copyright

First published September 1913
Printed in Great Britain
# Loeb Classical Library/L024N/Title

THE APOSTOLIC FATHERS
WITH AN ENGLISH TRANSLATION BY KIRSOPP LAKE
IN TWO VOLUMES I
I CLEMENT II CLEMENT IGNATIUS POLYCARP DIDACHE BARNABAS
CAMBRIDGE, MASSACHUSETTS HARVARD UNIVERSITY PRESS LONDON WILLIAM HEINEMANN LTD MCMXII
# Loeb Classical Library/L024N/Title/Copyright

First published September 1912
Printed in Great Britain
# Loeb Classical Library/L025N

This is volume L025 in the Loeb Classical Library.
THE LOEB CLASSICAL LIBRARY FOUNDED BY JAMES LOEB, LL.D.
EDITED BY † T. E. PAGE C.H., LITT.D, † Ε. CAPPS, PH.D., LL.D. † W. H. D. ROUSE, LITT.D. L. A. POST, L.H.D. E. H. WARMINGTON, M.A., F.R.HIST.SOC.
THE APOSTOLIC FATHERS II
# Loeb Classical Library/L025N/Contents

This is volume L025 in the Loeb Classical Library.
CONTENTS
| | PAGE |
| THE SHEPHERD OF HERMAS   Introduction   Text | 1 |
| THE MARTYRDOM OF POLYCARP   Introduction   Text | 307 |
| THE EPISTLE TO DIOGNETUS   Introduction   Text | 347 |
# Loeb Classical Library/L025N/Copyright

This is volume L025 in the Loeb Classical Library.
First published September 1913
Printed in Great Britain
# Loeb Classical Library/L025N/Title

THE APOSTOLIC FATHERS
WITH AN ENGLISH TRANSLATION BY KIRSOPP LAKE
IN TWO VOLUMES II
THE SHEPHERD OF HERMAS THE MARTYRDOM OF POLYCARP THE EPISTLE TO DIOGNETUS
CAMBRIDGE, MASSACHUSETTS HARVARD UNIVERSITY PRESS LONDON WILLIAM HEINEMANN LTD MCMXIII