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# Gotthilf v. Sills/Opinion of the Court

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* Dissenting Opinion Douglas
United States Supreme Court
375 U.S. 79
Gotthilf v. Sills
Argued: Oct. 24, 1963. --- Decided: Nov 18, 1963
The Supreme Court of New York County issued an order granting body execution (N.Y.Civ.Prac.Act § 764) against petitioner for failure to pay a money judgment which had been finally entered against him in that court in an action premised on fraud and deceit. On appeal to the Appellate Division, First Judicial Department, petitioner attacked § 764 as being violative of both the state and federal constitutions. The order was affirmed, 17 A.D.2d 723. Petitioner then filed a motion in the Court of Appeals of New York for leave to appeal (N.Y.Civ.Prac.Act § 589) which was dismissed for want of jurisdiction because 'the order sought to be appealed from does not finally determine the action within the meaning of the Constitution.' 12 N.Y.2d 761, 234 N.Y.S.2d 714, 186 N.E.2d 563. See Chase Watch Corp. v. Heins, 283 N.Y. 564, 27 N.E.2d 282 (1940); cf. Knickerbocker Trust Co. v. Oneonta, C. & R.S.R. Co., 197 N.Y. 391, 90 N.E. 1111 (1910). An appeal to the Court of Appeals as of right (N.Y.Civ.Prac.Act § 588) was dismissed on the same ground. 12 N.Y.2 792, 235 N.Y.S.2d 379, 186 N.E.2d 811. Certiorari was granted to review the judgment of the Appellate Division, First Judicial Department. 372 U.S. 957, 83 S.Ct. 1012, 10 L.Ed.2d 11.
Section 589 of the New York Civil Practice Act provides inter alia that appeals from nonfinal orders can only be taken to the Court of Appeals by leave of the Appellate Division upon certified questions. The petitioner at no time applied to the Appellate Division for such permission. It therefore appears that the Appellate Division, First Judicial Department, 'was not the last state court in which a decision of that (constitutional) question could be had.' Gorman v. Washington University, 316 U.S. 98, 100, 62 S.Ct. 962, 963, 83 L.Ed. 1300 (1942). The judgment of the Appellate Division is not that of the 'highest court of a State in which a decision could be had' within the meaning of 28 U.S.C. § 1257. Whether, under the same section, that judgment is 'final,' a question of purely federal law, involves entirely different considerations. The petition for certiorari was therefore improvidently granted and the writ is
Dismissed.
Writ dismissed.
Mr. Justice DOUGLAS, with whom THE CHIEF JUSTICE and Mr. Justice BLACK concur, dissenting.

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# Gould v. Evansville and Crawfordsville Railroad Company

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United States Supreme Court
91 U.S. 526
Gould v. Evansville and Crawfordsville Railroad Company
ERROR to the Circuit Court of the United States for the District of Indiana.
This was an action brought by the plaintiff in error against the defendant to recover the amount of a judgment rendered by the Supreme Court of the State of New York in favor of the plaintiff's testator against the defendant corporation.
The defendant pleaded in bar a judgment in its favor on demurrer to the declaration, in a suit brought on the same cause of action in the Knox Circuit Court of Indiana.
A demurrer to this plea was overruled: whereupon the plaintiff below replied, alleging material differences between the facts stated in the declaration in this case and those stated in the declaration in the case in the Knox Circuit Court, claiming that the judgment on demurrer to the declaration in the Knox Circuit Court was not a judgment on the merits. To this replication a demurrer was sustained, and the plaintiff below excepted.
The merits of the case are fully stated in the opinion of the court.
The case was argued by Mr. C. Tracy for the plaintiff in error, and by Mr. Asa Iglehart for the defendant in error.
MR. JUSTICE CLIFFORD delivered the opinion of the court.

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# Gould's Birds of New Guinea

Published in The Auk, Vol. 6, No. 3, pp. 269
​Gould's 'Birds of New Guinea.' — In 1871 the late Mr. John Gould began the publication of a work in five volumes folio, on the Birds of New Guinea and adjacent islands, to be issued in twenty-five parts. At the time of Mr. Gould's death, in 1873, only twelve of the parts had been issued, the thirteen remaining parts having been prepared by Mr. R. Bowdler Sharpe, the eminent ornithologist in charge of the Department of Birds at the British Museum. The work contains 320 plates, in the excellent style of Gould's other well-known large folio works on the Birds of Asia, Australia, Great Britain, etc. The 'Introduction,' by Mr. Sharpe, gives a historical summary of ornithological exploration in New Guinea and the Papuasian Islands. The few Australian birds included, form, as it were, a further supplement to his 'Birds of Australia.' A page of letter press accompanies each plate, describing the species figured, and giving a short sketch of its history. The many birds of gorgeous plumage inhabiting New Guinea and neighboring Islands—as the numerous species of Parrots, Birds of Paradise, and Fruit Pigeons—furnish wonderfully striking subjects for illustration. To say that the work is in Gould's well-known style sufficiently indicates the high character of this magnificent contribution to ornithology.—J. A. A.
# Gottlieb v. Thatcher

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United States Supreme Court
151 U.S. 271
Gottlieb v. Thatcher
E. T. Wells and R. T. McNeal, for appellant.
J. Warner Mills, for appellee.
Mr. Justice JACKSON delivered the opinion of the court.

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# From Sheba a distant report

Queen of SHEBA by John Newton
    From Sheba a distant report
    Of Solomon's glory and fame,
    Invited the queen to his court,
    But all was outdone when she came;
    She cried, with a pleasing surprise,
    When first she before him appeared,
    "How much, what I see with my eyes,
    Surpasses the rumor I heard!"
    When once to Jerusalem come,
    The treasure and train she had brought;
    The wealth she possessed at home,
    No longer had place in her thought:
    His house, his attendants, his throne,
    All struck her with wonder and awe;
    The glory of Solomon shone,
    In every object she saw.
    But Solomon most she admired,
    Whose spirit conducted the whole;
    His wisdom, which God had inspired,
    His bounty and greatness of soul;
    Of all the hard questions she put,
    A ready solution he showed;
    Exceeded her with and her suit,
    And more than she asked him bestowed.
    Thus I when the gospel proclaimed
    The Savior's great name in my ears,
    The wisdom for which he is famed,
    The love which to sinners he bears;
    I longed, and I was not denied,
    That I in his presence might bow;
    I saw, and transported I cried,
    "A greater than Solomon Thou!"
    My conscience no comfort could find,
    By doubt and hard questions opposed;
    But He restored peace to my mind,
    And answered each doubt I proposed:
    Beholding me poor and distressed,
    His bounty supplied all my wants;
    My prayer could have never expressed
    So much as this Solomon grants.
    I heard, and was slow to believe,
    But now with my eyes I behold,
    Much more than my heart could conceive,
    Or language could ever have told:
    How happy thy servants must be,
    Who always before thee appear!
    Vouchsafe, LORD, this blessing to me,
    I find it is good to be here.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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# Hand in Hand/Joy Cometh in the Morning

Joy Cometh in the Morning
I HAD hoped that the morning sun would rise To scatter the night of weeping, And I rose to watch the dawning skies While the world lay round me sleeping.
But alas for my hope; from his cloudy bed He rose with a sullen glare, And over the waiting earth he shed A cold light everywhere.
In pitiless gusts came the driving rain From the leaden-coloured skies; Thro' the blinding mist on the window pane I saw the sad sun rise.
And I said to my heart as I turned away, "Tho' tears have endured for a night, Yet be still, my heart, there comes to-day No joy with the morning light!"
# Hand in Hand/Love's Murderer

Love's Murderer
SINCE Love is dead, stretched here between us, dead, Let us be sorry for the quiet clay: Hope and offence alike have passed away. The glory long had left his vanquished head, Poor shadowed glory of a distant day! But can you give no pity in its stead? I see your hard eyes have no tears to shed, But has your heart no kindly word to say?
Were you his murderer, or was it I? I do not care to ask, there is no need. Since gone is gone, and dead is dead indeed, What use to wrangle of the how and why? I take all blame, I take it. Draw not nigh! Ah, a touch him, lest Love's corpse should bleed!
# Hand in Hand/Memory

Memory
I AM she who forgets not, The other women forget, and so they can be happy, But I am always wretched, because I must remember, And Memory is so sad.
I had a dream of Memory, Her two hands held two sorrows: One sorrow was a sword, A sword to pierce my heartstrings, The memory of my daughter, the little one who died. One sorrow was a snake, A snake to sting my bosom, The memory of the woman, who stole my husband’s love.
I am she who forgets not, And Memory is so sad!
# Hand in Hand/Love's Derelict

Love's Derelict
I WHO was once full freighted for the sea, Strong timbered, with my ivory canvas gleaming, Now drift a battered hulk, all aimlessly, Sun-shrivelled waveworn, useless tackle streaming.
The water washes, like dull sobs in dreaming, Across soaked planks that were the deck of me; I keep no course, who steered so faithfully, And bear no cargo, who had riches teeming.
Love's Derelict am I, Love's Derelict, Wrecked by his hand, by him flung to disaster; Drifting alone, through merciless edict, Alone, cast out, forgotten of my master.
Strong prows of purpose pity as ye pass Love's Derelict, Love's Derelict, alas!
# Hand in Hand/Jeanie's Fetch

Jeanie's Fetch
IT was na' day, it was na' night, But the hour atween them baith, 'The first time Jeanie saw the sight— The silent flitting wraith!
It came fra oot the milking place, It wore her gown o' blue, The face o' it was Jeanie's face, The een were Jeanie's too!
The next time Jeanie saw the sight, It passed her close and clear. Her very self in broad daylight, And Jeanie shook wi' fear.
But for the once, and for the twice, She would na' trust her een, And she maun test wi' some device The what this thing may mean,
A crimson kerchief round her head, A staff for walking lame, If it be summons to the dead, The fetch maun hae the same.
The wraith that called her to the dead, At her next step it came! A crimson kerchief round its head, A staff for walking lame!
# Hand in Hand/Life

Life
LIFE, once a perfumed flower, a luscious fruit, Sweet to each sense with sweetness still uncloying, A growing tree from leafy crown to root, Is now a withered bough, an empty husk; No sunbeam cheers it, and no breezes toying Make music in its leaves from dawn to dusk.
Life, once a stormy sea whose gathering waves Beat high against the sullen cliffs of Fate, And thundered in the depth of ocean caves, Now sinks to silence,—hushed the angry roar— And leaves the raging waters far flung spate An ebbing tide upon a lonely shore.
# Hand in Hand/Love's Hypocrisy

Love's Hypocrisy
HER lips said "Go"; her shining eyes said "Stay." How tell which was her meaning, which her will? How read the riddle of her yea and nay, And disentangle each, bewildered still ? Hearing her chilling tone, all hope expired; Seeing her glowing eyes, despair took heart; One moment certain of the good desired; One moment turning, hopeless, to depart.
Then, as she stood, with half averted face, From head to feet veiled from his ardent eyes, Sudden she changed, and with triumphant grace Flung off the mantle of her soul's disguise! Sweet hypocrite how false was all her feigning, Turning for flight, yet, while she turned, remaining!
# Hand in Hand/Love or Fancy

Love or Fancy
"TELL me, Mother, what this may be, What is this that has come to me?—
"I have reasonless joys and causeless fears, Purposeless pain, and trivial tears.
"For one footstep I listen all day, When I hear it I turn away.
"Flutters my heart like a wounded dove, Tell me, Mother, can this be love?"
"Sooth, it is hard for a maid to say If Love or Fancy has passed her way:
"Close akin, of the self-same mother, Fancy, indeed, is Love's twin-brother.
"Fancy's an imp and a pixie elf, And yet he can change to Love's true self.
"Frequently, too, such powers move, That Love turns Fancy, and Fancy Love.
"Once I turned to bid Fancy flee, Oh, it was Love had come to me.
"Once I had sworn that Love was true, Wings were fluttered, and Fancy flew.
"Only by this can a maiden say If Love or Fancy has passed her way.
"Fancy is fickle, and will not stay, Love will last for ever and aye.
"Time alone will full surely prove, If it be Fancy or golden Love,"
# Hand in Hand/Love the Potter

Love the Potter
WHAT will Love make of me, I, who am clay? How will Love bake of me On firing day?
How will Love take me Shape me and mould? And will Love break me, When I grow old?
Take thy clay, Potter Love, (Round runs the wheel!) Ah, 'tis ordained above, Man's clay must feel!
One for high honour made, One for dishonour, One in the churchyard laid, Roses upon her.
Break thy clay, Potter, then, (Round runs the wheel!) Woe for poor clay o' men, Always to feel!
# Hand in Hand/Mine Enemy

Mine Enemy
"The coppersmith did me much evil."
TONK! Tonk! Tonk! Tonk! From his retreat, Unwearying through the noonday heat, The Coppersmith maintains his song, A constant cadence like a gong, A changeless hard metallic beat. Tonk! Tonk! Tonk! Tonk!
I would that he and I might meet, I think he would not then repeat That one remark the whole day long— Tonk! Tonk! Tonk! Tonk!
To-day, I dreamt of you, my Sweet: I sped to you on eager feet, Forgotten pain, forgiven wrong, Since Love was lord, enthroned and strong! What woke me from that dear deceit? Tonk! Tonk! Tonk! Tonk!
Shahjehanpore, N.W.P.
# For the Fallen

"For the Fallen" was written in 1914 in honour of the casualties of the British Expeditionary Force, which by then already suffered severely at the Battle of Mons and the Battle of the Marne. The third and fourth stanzas (especially the fourth stanza) are frequently used as a tribute to casualties of war throughout the world, and are known as the "Ode of Remembrance".
* "For the Fallen," in The Times (1914)
* "For the Fallen" in A treasury of war poetry, British and American poems of the world war, 1914-1919 (1917)
# Grey Face

New York: Mckinlay, Stone & Mackenzie, 1924. A story of old Chinatown (in the East End of London).
It was there again, the deathly grey face.
GREY FACE
By SAX ROHMER
MCKINLAY, STONE & MACKENZIE NEW YORK
COPYRIGHT, 1924, BY DOUBLEDAY, PAGE
& COMPANY. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
PRINTED IN THE UNITED STATES AT THE
COUNTRY LIFE PRESS, GARDEN CITY, N. Y.

### CONTENTS

* chapterpage
* I. The Death Mask 1
* II. The Psycho-Analyst 11
* III. Jasmine 20
* IV. Madame Sabinov 29
* V. The Dead Man of Park Lane 35
* VI. A Luncheon 47
* VII. In Half-Moon Street 53
* VIII. The Blue Flame 64
* IX. Quasimodo 73
* X. The Glass Mask 84
* XI. At Low Ketley 90
* XII. "Such Stuff as Dreams Are Made On" 97
* XIII. A Room in Limehouse 108
* XIV. The Commissioner of Metropolitan Police 116
* XV. M. De Trepniak at Home 122
* XVI. Magic in Park Lane 131
* XVII. The White Pavilion 137
* XVIII. At the Athenæum 144
* XIX. The Man in the Arcade 150
* XX. Doctor Weissler 157
* XXI. Krauss 164
* XXII. New Wonder 171
* XXIII. In Trepniak's Library 179
* XXIV. The Wizard's Window 186
* XXV. Official Measures 194
* XXVI. The Empress 200
* XXVII. Hermon el Bâhari 205
* XXVIII. The Howling Dogs 211
* XXIX. Concerning Benjamin Teak 217
* XXX. The Room in the Tower 226
* XXXI. Awakening 234
* XXXII. The Far-Flung Web 241
* XXXIII. The Third Warning 249
* XXXIV. The Alchemist 256
* XXXV. Later the Same Night 265
* XXXVI. Ecko 272
* XXXVII. The Globe of Power 279
* XXXVIII. Mr. Michael Remembers 287
* XXXIX. "I Understand" 298
* XL. The Book of Trepniak 308
* XLI. Forbidden Wisdom 315
* XLII. The Empty Mansion 327
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# Greville Fane

* "Greville Fane" in The Illustrated London News 101 (2787–8) (17–24 September 1892):
** "Greville Fane" in The Illustrated London News 101 (2787) (17 September 1892): 361–363.
** "Greville Fane" in The Illustrated London News 101 (2788) (24 September 1892): 393–395.
    — First publication in any form
* "Greville Fane" in The Real Thing and Other Tales (New York & London: Macmillan & Co., 1893): 249–275.
    — American issue of the first book edition.
* "Greville Fane" in The Real Thing and Other Tales (London & New York: Macmillan & Co., 1893): 249–275.
    — English issue of the first book edition
* "Greville Fane" in The Novels and Tales of Henry James 16: 109–134.
    — The "New York Edition"; revised for publication by James; this is the last revised version published in James' lifetime.
* "Greville Fane" in The Author of Beltraffio, The Middle Years, Greville Fane, and Other Tales (London: Macmillan, 1922): 95–116.
    — Volume 21 of The Novels and Stories of Henry James, the first posthumous collection of James' works; uses the "New York Edition" text.
# Grey Eyes

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* "Grey Eyes", a poem by Olive Custance
* "Gray Eyes", a poem by Dora Sigerson Shorter
* "Gray Eyes", a poem by Sara Teasdale
# Grimm's Household Tales, Volume 2/The Peasant and the Devil

189.—THE PEASANT AND THE DEVIL.
There was once on a time a far-sighted, crafty peasant whose tricks were much talked about. The best story is, however, how he once got hold of the Devil, and made a ​fool of him. The peasant had one day been working in his field, and as twilight had set in, was making ready for the journey home, when he saw a heap of burning coals in the middle of his field, and when, full of astonishment, he went up to it, a little black devil was sitting on the live coals. "Thou dost indeed sit upon a treasure!" said the peasant. "Yes, in truth," replied the Devil, "on a treasure which contains more gold and silver than thou hast ever seen in thy life!" "The treasure lies in my field and belongs to me," said the peasant. "It is thine," answered the Devil, "if thou wilt for two years give me the half of everything thy field produces. Money I have enough of, but I have a desire for the fruits of the earth." The peasant agreed to the bargain. "In order, however, that no dispute may arise about the division," said he, "everything that is above ground shall belong to thee, and what is under the earth to me." The Devil was quite satisfied with that, but the cunning peasant had sown turnips.
Now when the time for harvest came, the Devil appeared and wanted to take away his crop; but he found nothing but the yellow withered leaves, while the peasant, full of delight, was digging up his turnips. "Thou hast had the best of it for once," said the Devil, "but the next time that won't do. What grows above ground shall be thine, and what is under it, mine." "I am willing," replied the peasant; but when the time came to sow, he did not again sow turnips, but wheat. The grain became ripe, and the peasant went into the field and cut the full stalks down to the ground. When the Devil came, he found nothing but the stubble, and went away in a fury down into a cleft in the rocks. "That is the way to cheat the Devil," said the peasant, and went and fetched away the treasure.
# Grimm's Household Tales, Volume 2/The Shepherd Boy

152.—THE SHEPHERD BOY.
There was once on a time a shepherd boy whose fame spread far and wide because of the wise answers which he gave to every question. The King of the country heard of it likewise, but did not believe it, and sent for the boy. Then he said to him, "If thou canst give me an answer to three questions which I will ask thee, I will ​look on thee as my own child, and thou shalt dwell with me in my royal palace." The boy said, "What are the three questions?" The King said, "The first is, how many drops of water are there in the ocean?" The shepherd boy answered, "Lord King, if you will have all the rivers on earth dammed up so that not a single drop runs from them into the sea until I have counted it, I will tell you how many drops there are in the sea." The King said, "The next question is, how many stars are there in the sky?" The shepherd boy said, "Give me a great sheet of white paper," and then he made so many fine points on it with a pen that they could scarcely be seen, and it was all but impossible to count them; any one who looked at them would have lost his sight. Then he said, "There are as many stars in the sky as there are points on the paper; just count them." But no one was able to do it. The King said, "The third question is, how many seconds of time are there in eternity?" Then said the shepherd boy, "In Lower Pomerania is the Diamond Mountain, which is two miles and a half high, two miles and a half wide, and two miles and a half in depth; every hundred years a little bird comes and sharpens its beak on it, and when the whole mountain is worn away by this, then the first second of eternity will be over."
The King said, "Thou hast answered the three questions like a wise man, and shalt henceforth dwell with me in my royal palace, and I will regard thee as my own child."
# Grimm's Household Tales, Volume 2/The Peasant in Heaven

Tale 167. Notes
167.—THE PEASANT IN HEAVEN.
Once on a time a poor pious peasant died, and arrived before the gate of heaven. At the same time a very rich,, rich lord came there who also wanted to get into heaven. Then Saint Peter came with the key, and opened the door, and let the great man in, but apparently did not see the peasant, and shut the door again. And now the peasant outside, heard how the great man was received in heaven with all kinds of rejoicing, and how they were making music, and singing within. At length all became quiet again, and Saint Peter came and opened the gate of heaven, and let the peasant in. The peasant, however, expected that they would make music and sing when he went in also, but all remained quite quiet; he was received with great affection, it is true, and the angels came to meet him, but no one sang. Then the peasant asked Saint Peter how it was that they did not sing for him as they had done when the rich man went in, and said that it seemed to him that there in heaven things were done with just as much partiality as on earth. Then said Saint Peter, "By no means, thou art just as dear to us as any one else, and wilt enjoy every heavenly delight that the rich man enjoys, but poor fellows like thee come to heaven every day, but a rich man like this does not come more than once in a hundred years!"