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# Songs of a Savoyard/Proper Pride

From The Mikado.
PROPER PRIDE.
THE Sun, whose rays
Are all ablaze
With ever living glory,
Does not deny
His majesty—
He scorns to tell a story!
He don't exclaim
"I blush for shame,
So kindly be indulgent,"
But, fierce and bold,
In fiery gold,
He glories all effulgent!
I mean to rule the earth,
As he the sky—
We really know our worth,
The Sun and I!
Observe his flame,
That placid dame,
The Moon's Celestial Highness;
There's not a trace
Upon her face
Of diffidence or shyness:
She borrows light
That, through the night.
Mankind may all acclaim her!
And, truth to tell,
She lights up well.
So I, for one, don't blame her!
Ah, pray make no mistake.
We are not shy;
We're very wide awake,
The Moon and I!
# Songs of a Savoyard/Is Life a Boon?

From The Yeomen of the Guard.
IS LIFE A BOON?
IS life a boon?
If so, it must befal
That Death, whene'er he call,
Must call too soon.
Though fourscore years he give,
Yet one would pray to live
Another moon!
What kind of plaint have I,
Who perish in July?
I might have had to die,
Perchance, in June!
Is life a thorn?
Then count it not a whit!
Man is well done with it;
Soon as he's born
He should all means essay
To put the plague away;
And I, war-worn,
Poor captured fugitive,
My life most gladly give—
I might have had to live
Another morn!
# Songs of a Savoyard/King Goodheart

From The Gondoliers.
KING GOODHEART.
THERE lived a King, as I've been told,
In the wonder-working days of old,
When hearts were twice as good as gold,
And twenty times as mellow.
Good temper triumphed in his face,
And in his heart he found a place
For all the erring human race
And every wretched fellow.
When he had Rhenish wine to drink
It made him very sad to think
That some, at junket or at jink,
Must be content with toddy.
He wished all men as rich as he
(And he was rich as rich could be),
So to the top of every tree
Promoted everybody.
Ambassadors cropped up like hay,
Prime Ministers and such as they
Grew like asparagus in May,
And Dukes were three a penny.
Lord Chancellors were cheap as sprats,
And Bishops in their shovel hats
Were plentiful as tabby cats—
If possible, too many.
On every side Field-Marshals gleamed,
Small beer were Lords Lieutenant deemed
With Admirals the ocean teemed
All round his wide dominions;
And Party Leaders you might meet
In twos and threes in every street
Maintaining, with no little heat.
Their various opinions.
That King, although no one denies
His heart was of abnormal size,
Yet he'd have acted otherwise
If he had been acuter.
The end is easily foretold,
When every blessed thing you hold
Is made of silver, or of gold,
You long for simple pewter.
When you have nothing else to wear
But cloth of gold and satins rare,
For cloth of gold you cease to care—
Up goes the price of shoddy.
In short, whoever you may be,
To this conclusion you'll agree,
When everyone is somebodee,
Then no one's anybody!
# Songs of a Savoyard/Sans Souci

From Patience.
SANS SOUCI.
I CANNOT tell what this love may be
That cometh to all but not to me.
It cannot be kind as they'd imply,
Or why do these gentle ladies sigh?
It cannot be joy and rapture deep,
Or why do these gentle ladies weep?
It cannot be blissful, as 'tis said,
Or why are their eyes so wondrous red?
If love is a thorn, they show no wit
Who foolishly hug and foster it.
If love is a weed, how simple they
Who gather and gather it, day by day!
If love is a nettle that makes you smart,
Why do you wear it next your heart?
And if it be neither of these, say I,
Why do you sit and sob and sigh?
# Songs of a Savoyard/Life is Lovely all the Year

From Ruddigore.
LIFE IS LOVELY ALL THE YEAR.
WHERE the buds are blossoming,
Smiling welcome to the spring,
Lovers choose a wedding day—
Life is love in merry May!
Spring is green—Fal lal la!
Summer's rose—Fal lal la!
It is sad when Summer goes,
Fal la!
Autumn's gold—Fal lal la!
Winter's grey—Fal lal la!
Winter still is far away—
Fal la!
Leaves in Autumn fade and fall;
Winter is the end of all.
Spring and summer teem with glee;
Spring and summer, then, for me!
Fal la!
In the Spring-time seed is sown:
In the Summer grass is mown:
In the Autumn you may reap:
Winter is the time for sleep.
Spring is hope—Fal lal la!
Summer's joy—Fal lal la!
Spring and Summer never cloy, Fal la!
Autumn, toil—Fal lal la!
Winter, rest—Fal lal la!
Winter, after all, is best—
Fal la!
Spring and summer pleasure you,
Autumn, ay, and winter, too— Every season has its cheer;
Life is lovely all the year!
Fal la!
# Songs of a Savoyard/Said I to Myself, Said I

From Iolanthe.
SAID I TO MYSELF, SAID I.
WHEN I went to the Bar as a very young man
(Said I to myself—said I),
I'll work on a new and original plan
(Said I to myself—said I),
I'll never assume that a rogue or a thief
Is a gentleman worthy implicit belief,
Because his attorney has sent me a brief
(Said I to myself—said I!).
I'll never throw dust in a juryman's eyes
(Said I to myself—said I),
Or hoodwink a judge who is not over-wise
(Said I to myself—said I),
Or assume that the witnesses summoned in force
In Exchequer, Queen's Bench, Common Pleas, or Divorce,
Have perjured themselves as a matter of course
(Said I to myself—said I).
Ere I go into court I will read my brief through
(Said I to myself—said I),
And I'll never take work I'm unable to do
(Said I to myself—said I).
My learned profession I'll never disgrace
By taking a fee with a grin on my face,
When I haven't been there to attend to the case
(Said I to myself—said I!).
In other professions in which men engage
(Said I to myself—said I),
The Army, the Navy, the Church, and the Stage
(Said I to myself—said I),
Professional licence, if carried too far,
Your chance of promotion will certainly mar—
And I fancy the rule might apply to the Bar
(Said I to myself—said I!).
# Songs of a Savoyard/Solatium

From Trial by Jury.
SOLATIUM.
COMES the broken flower—
Comes the cheated maid—
Though the tempest lower,
Rain and cloud will fade!
Take, O maid, these posies:
Though thy beauty rare
Shame the blushing roses,
They are passing fair!
Wear the flowers till they fade;
Happy be thy life, O maid!
O'er the season vernal,
Time may cast a shade;
Sunshine, if eternal,
Makes the roses fade:
Time may do his duty;
Let the thief alone—
Winter hath a beauty
That is all his own.
Fairest days are sun and shade:
Happy be thy life, O maid!
# Songs of a Savoyard/Only Roses!

From Ruddigore.
ONLY ROSES!
TO a garden full of posies
Cometh one to gather flowers,
And he wanders through its bowers
Toying with the wanton roses,
Who, uprising from their beds,
Hold on high their shameless heads
With their pretty lips a-pouting,
Never doubting—never doubting
That for Cytherean posies
He would gather aught but roses!
In a nest of weeds and nettles,
Lay a violet, half hidden,
Hoping that his glance unbidden
Yet might fall upon her petals.
Though she lived alone, apart,
Hope lay nestling at her heart,
But, alas! the cruel awaking
Set her little heart a-breaking,
For he gathered for his posies
Only roses—only roses!
# Songs of a Savoyard/Poetry Everywhere

From Patience.
POETRY EVERYWHERE.
WHAT time the poet hath hymned
The writhing maid, lithe-limbed,
Quivering on amaranthine asphodel,
How can he paint her woes,
Knowing, as well he knows,
That all can be set right with calomel?
When from the poet's plinth
The amorous colocynth
Yearns for the aloe, faint with rapturous thrills,
How can he hymn their throes
Knowing, as well he knows,
That they are only uncompounded pills?
Is it, and can it be,
Nature hath this decree,
Nothing poetic in the world shall dwell?
Or that in all her works
Something poetic lurks,
Even in colocynth and calomel?
# Songs of a Savoyard/Sleep on!

From Iolanthe, but omitted in representation.
SLEEP ON!
FEAR no unlicensed entry,
Heed no bombastic talk,
While guards the British Sentry
Pall Mall and Birdcage Walk.
Let European thunders
Occasion no alarms,
Though diplomatic blunders
May cause a cry "To arms!"
Sleep on, ye pale civilians;
All thunder-clouds defy:
On Europe's countless millions
The Sentry keeps his eye!
Should foreign-born rapscallions
In London dare to show
Their overgrown battalions,
Be sure I'll let you know.
Should Russians or Norwegians
Pollute our favoured clime
With rough barbaric legions,
I'll mention it in time.
So sleep in peace, civilians,
The Continent defy;
While on its countless millions
The Sentry keeps his eye!
# The Adventures of Captain Bonneville (unsourced)

* Introductory Notice
* Chapter 1
* Chapter 2
* Chapter 3
* Chapter 4
* Chapter 5
* Chapter 6
* Chapter 7
* Chapter 8
* Chapter 9
* Chapter 10
* Chapter 11
* Chapter 12
* Chapter 13
* Chapter 14
* Chapter 15
* Chapter 16
* Chapter 17
* Chapter 18
* Chapter 19
* Chapter 20
* Chapter 21
* Chapter 22
* Chapter 23
* Chapter 24
* Chapter 25
* Chapter 26
* Chapter 27
* Chapter 28
* Chapter 29
* Chapter 30
* Chapter 31
* Chapter 32
* Chapter 33
* Chapter 34
* Chapter 35
* Chapter 36
* Chapter 37
* Chapter 38
* Chapter 39
* Chapter 40
* Chapter 41
* Chapter 42
* Chapter 43
* Chapter 44
* Chapter 45
* Chapter 46
* Chapter 47
* Chapter 48
* Chapter 49
* Appendix
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# The Adventures of Baron Munchausen/Chapter VII

   The Baron relates his adventures on a voyage to North America.—Pranks of a whale.…A sea-gull saves a sailor's life.…A dangerous leak stopped a posteriori.
I embarked at Portsmouth in a first-rate English man of war, for North America. When we arrived within three hundred leagues of the river Saint Laurence, the ship struck against (as we supposed) a rock; however, on heaving the lead, we could find now bottom. What made this circumstance the more wonderful, was, that the violence of the shock was such that we lost our rudder, broke our bowsprit in the middle, and split all our masts from top to bottom: a poor fellow, who was aloft, furling the main sheet, was flung at least three leagues from the ship; but he fortunately saved his life, by laying hold of the tail of a large sea-gull, who brought him back, and lodged him on the very spot from whence he was thrown. Whilst we were all in a state of astonishment at the general and unaccountable confusion in which we were involved, the whole was suddenly explained, by the appearance of an enormous whale, who had been basking asleep, and was so much displeased with the disturbance which our ship had given him, that he beat in all the gallery and part of the quarter-deck with his tail, and almost at the same instant took the main-sheet anchor, which was suspended, as usual from the head, between his teeth, and ran away with the ship, at least sixty leagues, at the rate of twelve leagues an hour, when fortunately the cable broke. On our return to Europe some months after, we found the same whale, within a few leagues of the same spot, floating dead on the water; it measured above half a mile in length. We got our boats out, and with much difficulty cut off his head, where, to our great joy, we found the anchor, and above forty fathom of the cable concealed on the left side of his mouth, just under his tongue. One part of our distress I had like to have forgotten: while the whale was running away with the ship, she sprung a leak, and the water poured in so fast, that all our pumps could not keep us from sinking: it was, however, my good fortune to discover it first. I found it a large hole about a foot in diameter; I had infinite pleasure, that this noble vessel was preserved, with all its crew, by a most fortunate though! I immediately stopped the hole with the hinder part of my body. My situation, while I sat there, was rather cool, but the carpenter's art soon relieved me.
# The Adventures of Baron Munchausen/Chapter VIII

   Bathes in the Mediterranean.…Jumps into the belly of a fish.…His release.
I was once in great danger of being lost in a most singular manner in the Mediterranean: I was bathing near Marseilles, one summer's afternoon, when discovered a very large fish, approaching me with the greatest velocity; there was no time to be lost, nor could I possibly avoid him. I immediately reduced myself to as small a size as possible, by closing my feet and placing my hands also near my sides, in which position I passed directly between his jaws, and into his stomach, where I remained some time in total darkness; at last it occurred to me, that by giving him pain, he would be glad to get rid of me: as I had plenty of room, I played my pranks, such as tumbling, hop, step, so much as the motion of my feet in attempting to dance a hornpipe; he roared horridly, and stood up almost perpendicular in the water, with his head and shoulders exposed, by which he was discovered by the people on board an Italian trader, then sailing by, who harpooned him. As soon as he was brought on board, the crew began to cut him up, by opening the bottom of his belly. As soon as I perceived a glimmering of light, I called out lustily, to be released from a situation in which I was almost suffocated. It is impossible for me to do justice to the astonishment which sat on every countenance at hearing a human voice issue from a fish, but more so at seeing a naked man walk upright out of his body: in short, gentlemen, I told them the whole story, as I have done you, whilst amazement struck them dumb. Indeed this circumstance appears so incredible, that I should hardly venture to recount it, but that the whole crew of the Italian vessel are living witnesses of its truth.
# The Adventures of Baron Munchausen/Chapter IV

   Shoots a stag with cherry stones; the wonderful effect of it.—Kills a bear by extraordinary dexterity.—Attacked by a wolf, which he turns inside out.—Is assailed by a mad dog, from which he escapes; but his cloak is seized with madness, by which his whole wardrobe is thrown into confusion.
A very singular circumstance occurred to me one day, when I was out shooting. Having spent all my shot, I found unexpectedly before me a stately stag. I charged immediately with powder, and upon it a good handful of cherry-stones, which I happened to have in my pouch. I let fly at him, and hit him just on the middle of the forehead, between his antlers; it stunned him, but he made off. A year after, being with a party in the same forest, I beheld a noble stag with a fine full grown cherry-tree above ten feet high between his antlers. I immediately recollected my adventure, looked on him as my property, and brought him to the ground by one shot, which at once gave me the haunch and cherry-sauce, for the tree was covered with the richest fruit, I ever tasted. Sportsmen must on emergencies have recourse to any expedient. Day-light and my powder were spent one day in a Polish forest. When I was going home, a terrible bear made up to me in great speed, with open mouth ready to fall upon me; I had two spare flints; one I flung with all my might into the monster's open jaws, down his throat. It gave him pain, and made him turn about, so that I could level the second at his rear, which, I did with wonderful success; for it flew in, met the first flint in his stomach, struck fire, and blew up the bear with a terrible explosion. Though I came safe off, yet I should not wish to try the experiment again, or venture against bears with no other ammunition. However, another day, a frightful wolf rushed upon me so suddenly, that I could do nothing but follow mechanical instinct, and thrust my fist into his mouth. I pushed on, till my arm was fairly in, up to the shoulder. How should I disengage myself? If I withdrew my arm, then the animal would fly the more furiously upon me; this I saw in his flaming eyes. I laid hold of his entrails, turned him inside out, like a glove, and flung him to the ground.
The same expedient would not have answered against a mad dog, which soon after came running against me in a narrow street at St. Petersburgh. Run who can, I thought; and to do this the better, I threw off my fur cloak, and was safe within doors in an instant. I sent my servant for the cloak, and he put it in the wardrobe with my other clothes. The day after I was amazed and frightened by Jack's bawling: "For God's sake, Sir, your cloak is mad!" I hastened, and found my clothes tossed about and torn to pieces. The fellow was perfectly right in his apprehensions about the fur cloak's madness. I saw him myself just then falling on a fine full-dress suit, which he shook and tossed, with all the symptoms of hydrophobia.
# The Adventures of Captain Bonneville

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# St. Martin's Summer

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* "St. Martin's Summer", a poem by Robert Browning
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# St. Mary's Bells

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St. Mary's Bells
It's pleasant in Holy Mary
By San Marie lagoon,
The bells they chime and jingle
From dawn to afternoon.
They rhyme and chime and mingle,
They pulse and boom and beat,
And the laughing bells are gentle
And the mournful bells are sweet.
Oh, who are the men that ring them,
The bells of San Marie,
Oh, who but sonsie seamen
Come in from over sea,
And merrily in the belfries
They rock and sway and hale,
And send the bells a-jangle,
And down the lusty ale.
It's pleasant in Holy Mary
To hear the beaten bells
Come booming into music,
Which throbs, and clangs, and swells,
From sunset till the daybreak.
From dawn to afternoon.
In port of Holy Mary
On San Marie Lagoon.
Coram St,
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# St. Mona's Lambs

As rendered in The Catholic World (December 1884)
ST. MONA'S LAMBS.
Deep in the Irish forest's leafy shade The holy Monacella knelt and prayed: "Have mercy, Lord, on what Thy hands have made!"
And as she knelt a little, wounded hare, Sore spent and hotly press'd, came limping there, While rang the hounds' fierce baying through the air.
One bitter glance the hunted creature threw, Then, as the pack came straining into view, Quick to the virgin's pitying bosom flew.
There nestled panting, while the royal maid, Uplifting her soft finger-tip, forbade The dogs' approach, and trembling they obeyed.
And I have heard that ever since that day "St. Mona's lambs" the little children say, As from their path the wild hare scuds away.
But if pursued, oh! then say pityingly, "God and St. Monacella succor thee!" And the dear Saint its advocate will be.
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# St. Mary's Franco-American Petroleum Company v. West Virginia/Opinion of the Court

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United States Supreme Court
203 U.S. 183
St. Mary's Franco-American Petroleum Company v. West Virginia
Argued: November 5, 1906. --- Decided: December 3, 1906
It is argued that the act of February 22, 1905, is invalid under the 14th Amendment, in that it deprives the company of liberty of contract and property without due process of law, and denies it the equal protection of the laws. But, in view of repeated decisions of this court, the contention is without merit. The state had the clear right to regulate its own creations, and a fortiori, foreign corporations permitted to transact business within its borders.
In this instance it put all nonresident demestic corporations, which elected to have their places of business and works outside of the state, and all foreign corporations coming into the state, on the same footing in respect of the service of process, and the law operated on all these alike.
Such a classification was reasonable, and not open to constitutional objection. Orient Ins. Co. v. Daggs, 172 U.S. 557, 563, 43 L. ed. 552, 554, 19 Sup. Ct. Rep. 281; Waters-Pierce Oil Co. v. Texas, 177 U.S. 43, 44 L. ed. 663, 20 Sup. Ct. Rep. 518; Central Loan & T. Co. v. Campbell Commission Co. 173 U.S. 84, 43 L. ed. 623, 19 Sup. Ct. Rep. 346; National Council, J. O. U. A. M. v. State Council of Virginia, 203 U.S. 151, 51 L. ed. 132, 27 Sup. Ct. Rep. 46; Northwestern Nat. L. Ins. Co. v. Riggs, 203 U.S. 243, 51 L. ed. 168, 27 Sup. Ct. Rep. 126; Brannon, 14th Amendment, chap. 16.
It is true that the prior law left it to the corporation to appoint an attorney to represent it, and that the act of February, 1905, changed this so as to make the auditor such attorney, but this, at the most, was no more than an amendment as to the appointment of an agent, and when the St. Mary's Company accepted its charter it did so subject to the right of amendment. And we agree with the state court that the requirement of the payment of $10 to the auditor for the use of the state does not amount to a taking of property without due process, or an unjust discrimination. Charlotte, C. & A. R. Co. v. Gibbes, 142 U.S. 386, 35 L. ed. 1051, 12 Sup. Ct. Rep. 255; New York ex rel. New York Electric Lines Co. v. Squire, 145 U.S. 175, 36 L. ed. 666, 12 Sup. Ct. Rep. 880. If the act is valid, that is.
The objections going to the expediency or the hardships and injustice of the act, and its alleged inconsistency with the state Constitution and laws, are matters with which we have nothing to do on this writ of error, and the question whether the provision that the corporation shall not be required to pay any fee to anyone theretofore appointed an attorney is invalid or not requires no consideration on this record.
Judgment affirmed.

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# Spiegel's Estate v. Commissioner of Internal Revenue (335 U.S. 632)

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## Concurring Opinions

    Jackson
    Reed

## Dissenting Opinion

    Burton
United States Supreme Court
335 U.S. 632
Spiegel's Estate v. Commissioner of Internal Revenue
On Writ of Certiorari to the United States Court of Appeals for the Seventh Circuit.
On Writ of Certiorari to the United States Court of Appeals for the Third Circuit.
Concurring and dissenting opinions.
For majority opinions, see 335 U.S. 701, 69 S.Ct. 301, 335 U.S. 632, 69 S.Ct. 322.
Mr. Arnold Raum, of Washington, D.C., for petitioner.
Mr. William W. Owens, of New York City, for respondent.
Mr. Justice BLACK delivered the opinion of the Court.

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