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# Pindar

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* Pindar, a book by F. D. Morice (1879)
* Pindar, a translation of the Victory Odes by C. A. Wheelwright, in Pindar and Anacreon (1846)
* Pindar, in English verse, a translation of the Victory Odes by Arthur S. Way (1922)
* "Pindar", Chapter XV. in History of the Literature of Ancient Greece, to the period of Isocrates, by K. O. Müller, translated by George Cornewall Lewis (1847)
* "Pindar", by John Henry Wright, in Masterpieces of Greek Literature (1902)
* "Pindar", a paper by Classicist R. C. Jebb (1882)
* “Pindarus 1.”, by William Smith in Dictionary of Greek and Roman Biography and Mythology, 1870.
* "Pindar," in The Nuttall Encyclopædia, (ed.) by James Wood, London: Frederick Warne and Co., Ltd. (1907)
* "Pindar," by Richard Claverhouse Jebb in Encyclopædia Britannica (11th ed., 1911)
* "Pindar," in The New Student's Reference Work, Chicago: F.E. Compton and Co. (1914)

## See also

* Pindar (517 BCE–437 BCE), the ancient Theban poet and his works.
# Pinchin v. Fry

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SUPREME COURT of Pennʃylvania:
PINCHIN verʃus FRY.
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Levy moved to reverfe the judgment–1ft, Becaufe the ʃummons was returnable on the next day, whereas the act of Affembly requires that there fhould be allowed a time not lefs than five, nor exceeding eight days. 1State Laws 204. And 2dly, Becaufe the fummons was to anfwer a debt under forty fhillings, and the judgment was for a greater fum.
by the court :− Let the judgment be reverfed.
# Pilot

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* The Pilot, novel by James Fenimore Cooper
* "The Pilot", poem by Edwin Arlington Robinson
* "Pilot, The" in The Encyclopedia Americana (1920), article on the Cooper novel
* "Pilot" in The New Student's Reference Work
# Pim v. City of St. Louis/Opinion of the Court

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United States Supreme Court
165 U.S. 273
Pim v. City of St. Louis
This was an action for the recovery of certain real estate in the city of St. Louis, of the possession of which the plaintiff in error, who was the plaintiff below, alleged that she was illegally and wrongfully deprived by the defendants. The city denied the plaintiff's claim, and relied upon continuous adverse possession for 10 years prior to the accruing of the plaintiff's cause of action.
We held at the present term, in Chicago & N. W. Ry. v. City of Chicago, 164 U.S. 454, 457, 17 Sup. Ct. 129, as had frequently before been adjudged, that this court could not review the final judgment of the highest court of the state, alleged to have denied a right protected by the constitution of the United States, unless such right was specially set up or claimed in the state court by the party against whom the judgment was rendered. Rev. St. U.S. § 709.
It is contended on this writ of error that the judgment below deprived the plaintiff in error of her property without due process of law, and that this result was accomplished by applying to the case a certain statute of limitations of Missouri, as construed and enforced by the highest court of that state.
Upon inspecting the record, we find that no federal right was set up or claimed, in any form, until after the final decision of the case by the supreme court of Missouri, and then by a petition for rehearing. That petition was overruled by that court without any determination of the alleged federal question,-indeed, without any allusion to it. The claim of a federal right came too late, so far as the revisory power of this court is concerned. Loeber v. Schroeder, 149 U.S. 580, 585, 13 Sup. Ct. 934; Sayward v. Denny, 158 U.S. 180, 183, 15 Sup. Ct. 777.
It is contended that the cases of Huntington v. Attrill, 146 U.S. 657, 13 Sup. Ct. 224; Marchant v. Railroad Co., 153 U.S. 380, 14 Sup. Ct. 894; and Scott v. McNeal, 154 U.S. 34, 14 Sup. Ct. 1108,-recognized some exceptions to this general rule. But an examination of the first and last named of those cases, as reported, will show that a federal right was specially claimed in, and was passed upon by, the state court. In Marchant v. Railroad Co., it does not distinctly appear from the opinion of the court that the federal right alleged to have been violated was specially claimed in the state court. But the record of that case shows, not only that such was the fact, but that the jurisdiction of this court in that case was beyond question.
The writ of error must be dismissed for want of jurisdiction.
Dismissed.

## Notes

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# Persian Letters/Letter 153
#### Letter 153

Usbek to Solim, at the Seraglio at Ispahan
I PLACE the sword in your hand. I entrust you with what is now to me the dearest thing in the world, my vengeance, to wit. In entering upon this new employment, banish all feeling, all pity. I have written to my wives to obey you implicitly; in their guilty confusion, they will sink down at your glance. I must owe to you my happiness and my peace of mind. Give me back my seraglio as I left it. Begin by purifying it; exterminate the guilty, and make those quake with fear who are inclined to become so. What may you not expect from your master for such signal services? It only remains with yourself to obtain a position far above your present one, and above anything you have ever hoped for.
Paris, the 4th of the moon of Chabban, 1719.
# Persian Letters/Letter 151
#### Letter 151

Solim to Usbek, at Paris
WERE I to be silent any longer, I should be as guilty as the worst of the criminals in your seraglio.
I was the confidant of the chief eunuch, the most faithful of your slaves. When he felt himself near his end, he sent for me, and spoke to me as follows: “I am dying; but the only grief I have in leaving life, is that with my dying eyes I have seen the guilt of my master’s wives. May Heaven preserve him from all the misery which I foresee! After my death, may my threatening shade appear to admonish these faithless ones of their duty, and to keep them still in awe! Here are the keys of those dreaded places; take them to the eldest of the black eunuchs. But if, after my death, he should prove a careless guardian, remember to let your master know.” He expired in my arms with these words on his lips.
I know that he wrote you some time before his death about the conduct of your wives: there is in the seraglio a letter which would have carried terror to every bosom had it been opened. That which you wrote since has been intercepted three leagues from here. I know not how it is; but everything turns out badly. Meantime your wives do not maintain the least reserve: since the death of the chief eunuch, their licence knows no limit; Roxana alone abides by her duty, and preserves her modesty. Their morals grow more corrupt every day. The faces of your wives no longer exhibit that stern and noble virtue which reigned there formerly; the unusual gaiety which prevails is in my opinion an infallible sign of some uncustomary pleasure. In the smallest trifles, I notice that liberties are taken before unknown. Even among your slaves there prevails a certain disinclination to do their duty, and to obey rules, which surprises me; they are no longer inspired by that ardent zeal for your service, which seemed to animate the whole seraglio.
For the last eight days your wives have been seen in the country, at one of your most secluded seats. They say that the slave who has charge of it has been bribed; and that, on the day before your wives arrived, he concealed two men in a secret recess in the wall of the principal room, from which they came out at night, when we had retired. The old eunuch, who is at present our chief, is an imbecile, who can be made to believe anything.
I am possessed with a burning desire for vengeance on these traitors: and if Heaven, in your interest, ordains that you should think me capable of ruling, I promise you that, though your wives may not be virtuous, they shall at least be faithful.
The Seraglio at Ispahan, the 6th of the first moon of Rebiab, 1719.
# Persian Letters/Letter 155
#### Letter 155

Usbek to Nessir, at Ispahan
HAPPY is he, who estimating at its full value a life of ease and tranquility, makes his own family the centre of his thought, and knows no other land save that in which he was born!
I live in a barbarous country, surrounded by everything that offends me, and absent from all in which I am interested. A sombre melancholy holds me; I am dreadfully depressed: I feel as if I were about to be annihilated; and I only recover myself when some dismal jealousy awakes within me, and brings in its train fear, suspicion, hatred, and regret.
You understand me, Nessir; my heart is as open to you as your own. You would pity me, if you knew my deplorable condition. Sometimes I have to wait six whole months for news of the seraglio; I count every moment as it passes, prolonging them by my impatience; and when the expected moment is about to arrive, a sudden revolution takes place in my heart; my hand trembles to open a letter that may be fatal; the anxiety which caused my despair seems to me the happiest frame of mind in which I could be, and I dread to be forced from it by some stroke more cruel than a thousand deaths.
But, whatever reason I may have had to leave my country, and although I owe my life to my flight, I can no longer, Nessir, endure this dreadful exile. Should I not die all the same a prey to grief? I have pressed Rica a thousand times to leave this foreign land, but he always thwarts my purpose, and keeps me here under a thousand pretexts: he seems to have forgotten his country, or rather he seems to have forgotten me, he is so indifferent to my grief.
How wretched I am! I wish to see my country again, perhaps only to become more wretched. Ah! What shall I do there! I shall but hand my head to my enemies. That is not all: I shall enter the seraglio, where I must demand an account of the disastrous time of my absence; and should I find any criminals, what am I to do? And if the idea of it alone overcomes me at such a distance, how will it be when my presence brings it home to me? How shall it be, if I must see, if I must hear what I dare not imagine without a shudder? How shall it be, in short, if I myself must order the infliction of punishments, which shall be everlasting witnesses to my own vexation and despair?
I shall shut myself up within walls more terrible to me than to the women which they guard; I shall take with me all my suspicions; the eagerness of my wives will not remove them in the least; in my bed, in their arms, I shall only possess my anxiety: at a time so unsuitable for reflection, my jealousy will make occasions for it. Worthless scum of human kind, vile slaves whose hearts are for ever closed to all the feelings of love, you would no longer grumble at your condition, if you knew the misery of mine.
Paris, the 4th of the moon of Chabban, 1719.
# Persian Letters/Letter 157
#### Letter 157

Zachi to Usbek, at Paris
OH, Heaven! A savage has outraged me even in the very manner of punishing me! He has inflicted upon me that chastisement, the first effect of which is to shock one’s modesty; that most humiliating of chastisements, which takes one back to one’s childhood.
My soul, at first overpowered by shame, recovered consciousness and began to be exasperated, when my cries resounded through the vaults of my apartments. They heard me asking mercy from the vilest of human beings, and trying to excite his pity, in proportion as he became inexorable.
Since that time his insolent and slavish mind dominates mine. His presence, his looks, his words, all horrible things, overwhelm me. When I am alone, I have at least the consolation of weeping; but when he appears before me, frenzy seizes me: I find myself impotent, and I sink into despair.
The tiger dares to tell me that you are the author of all these barbarities. He wishes to deprive me of my love, and even to desecrate the feelings of my heart. When he utters the name of him whom I love, I am unable to complain; I can only die.
I have endured your absence, and my love has been preserved by its own strength. The nights, the days, the moments were all dedicated to you. I was even proud of my love, and your made me respected here. But now … No, I can no longer bear the humiliation which has overtaken me. If I am innocent, return to love me; return, if I am guilty, that I may die at your feet.
The Seraglio at Ispahan, the 2nd of the moon of Maharram, 1720.
# Persian Letters/Letter 15
#### Letter 15

The first Eunuch to Jaron, the black Eunuch, at Erzeroum
May Heaven restore you to this country, and deliver you from all danger!
Although friendship is a bond almost unknown to me, and although I am wrapped up in myself, yet you have made me feel that I have a heart; and while I was as a bronze statue to the rest of the slaves who lived under my rule, it was with pleasure that I watched your growth from infancy.
The time came when my master threw his eyes on you. Nature had not yet whispered her secrets, when the knife separated you from her for ever. I will not say whether I pitied you, or whether I was glad to see you brought into my own condition. I dried your tears and stilled your cries. I imagined that I saw you born again, issuing from a state of thraldom in which you would always have had to obey, to enter into a service in which you would exercise authority. I charged myself with your education. That severity, without which instruction is impossible, kept you long in ignorance of my love. You were dear to me, however; and I assure you that I loved you as a father loves his son, if the names of father and son can be applied to such as you and I.
Since you are to travel in countries inhabited by unbelieving Christians, it is impossible that you should escape defilement. How shall the prophet look on you with favour in the midst of so many millions of his enemies? I hope my master, on his return, will perform the pilgrimage to Mecca: you would be purified in that blessed place.
The Seraglio at Ispahan, the 10th of the second moon of Gemmadi, 1711.
# Persian Letters/Letter 150
#### Letter 150

Usbek to Narsit, at the Seraglio at Ispahan
MISERABLE slave! you have in your hands letters which contain orders for prompt and strong measures; the least delay may reduce me to despair; and you remain inactive under an empty pretext!
Atrocious things are going on: perhaps the half of my slaves at this very moment merit death. With this I send you the letter which the chief eunuch wrote me before he died concerning these disorders. Had you opened the despatch addressed to him, you would have found bloody instructions. Read these instructions, and execute them, or you shall perish.
* * *, the 25th of the moon of Chalval,1718.
# Persian Letters/Letter 154
#### Letter 154

Usbek to his Wives, at the Seraglio at Ispahan
MAY this letter fall among you like a thunderbolt from a stormy sky! Solim is your chief eunuch, not to guard you only, but to punish you. Let the whole seraglio humble itself before him. He is empowered to judge your past deeds; and in future he will subject you to a discipline so harsh, that, if you do not regret your virtue, you will certainly regret your liberty.
Paris, the 4th of the moon of Chabban, 1719.
# Persian Letters/Letter 156
#### Letter 156

Roxana to Usbek, at Paris
HORROR, darkness, and terror reign in the seraglio; a dreadful affliction is upon us; at every moment a tiger vents on us all his rage. He has tortured two white eunuchs, who have only confessed their innocence; he has sold part of our slaves, and forced us to share among us the services of those which remained. Zachi and Zelis have received in their chambers, in the darkness of the night, most unworthy treatment; the wretch has not feared to lay his sacrilegious hands upon them. He keeps us shut up each in her apartment; and although we are alone there, he forces us to wear our veils. We are no longer allowed to speak; to write would be a crime: we have no liberty except to weep.
A crowd of new eunuchs have entered the seraglio, and beset us night and day: our sleep is constantly interrupted by their real or feigned suspicions. What consoles me is, that all this cannot last for ever, and that my troubles will end with my life. And the end is not far distant, cruel Usbek: I will not give you time to put an end to all these outrages.
The Seraglio at Ispahan, the 2nd of the moon of Maharram, 1720.
# Persian Letters/Letter 158
#### Letter 158

Zelis to Usbek, at Paris
YOU are a thousand leagues from me, and yet you condemn me! A thousand leagues from me, and yet you punish me!
When a barbarous eunuch lays his vile hands upon me, it is by your order: it is the tyrant who outrages me, and not the instrument of his tyranny.
You may, if you choose, redouble your cruel treatment. My heart is at peace, since it can no longer love you. Your soul is debased, and you have become cruel. Rest assured that you are not beloved. Farewell.
The Seraglio at Ispahan, the 2nd of the moon of Maharram, 1720.
# Persian Letters/Letter 152
#### Letter 152

Narsit to Usbek, at Paris
ROXANA and Zelis were anxious to go to the country; and I did not think it necessary to refuse them. Happy Usbek! The possessor of faithful wives, and ever watchful slaves; virtue seems to have made its home in the abode which I rule. Be assured that nothing shall happen of which you would not approve.
A misfortune has occurred which gives me great uneasiness. Some Armenian merchants, lately come to Ispahan, brought a letter of yours addressed to me; I sent a slave for it, but he was robbed on his return and the letter lost. Write me therefore at once; because I imagine that, at this juncture, you will have matters of importance to communicate to me.
The Seraglio at Fatme, the 6th of the first moon of Rebiab, 1719.
# Poems (Emerson, 1847)/Painting and Sculpture

PAINTING AND SCULPTURE.
The sinful painter drapes his goddess warm, Because she still is naked, being dressed: The godlike sculptor will not so deform Beauty, which limbs and flesh enough invest.
# Poems (Emerson, 1847)/The House

THE HOUSE.
There is no architect Can build as the Muse can; She is skilful to select Materials for her plan;
Slow and warily to choose Rafters of immortal pine, Or cedar incorruptible, Worthy her design.
She threads dark Alpine forests, Or valleys by the sea, In many lands, with painful steps, Ere she can find a tree.
​She ransacks mines and ledges, And quarries every rock, To hew the famous adamant For each eternal block.
She lays her beams in music, In music every one, To the cadence of the whirling world Which dances round the sun;
That so they shall not be displaced By lapses or by wars, But, for the love of happy souls, Outlive the newest stars.
# Poems (Emerson, 1847)/Tact

TACT.
What boots it, thy virtue, What profit thy parts, While one thing thou lackest,— The art of all arts?
The only credentials, Passport to success; Opens castle and parlor,— Address, man, Address.
The maiden in danger Was saved by the swain; His stout arm restored her To Broadway again.
​The maid would reward him,— Gay company come; They laugh, she laughs with them; He is moonstruck and dumb.
This clinches the bargain; Sails out of the bay; Gets the vote in the senate, Spite of Webster and Clay;
Has for genius no mercy, For speeches no heed; It lurks in the eyebeam, It leaps to its deed.
Church, market, and tavern, Bed and board, it will sway. It has no to-morrow; It ends with to-day.
# Poems (Emerson, 1847)/The Day's Ration

THE DAY'S RATION.
When I was born, From all the seas of strength Fate filled a chalice, Saying, 'This be thy portion, child; this chalice, Less than a lily's, thou shalt daily draw From my great arteries,—nor less, nor more.' All substances the cunning chemist Time Melts down into that liquor of my life,— Friends, foes, joys, fortunes, beauty, and disgust. And whether I am angry or content, Indebted or insulted, loved or hurt, All he distils into sidereal wine And brims my little cup; heedless, alas! Of all he sheds how little it will hold, How much runs over on the desert sands. If a new Muse draw me with splendid ray, And I uplift myself into its heaven, ​The needs of the first sight absorb my blood, And all the following hours of the day Drag a ridiculous age. To-day, when friends approach, and every hour Brings book, or starbright scroll of genius, The little cup will hold not a bead more, And all the costly liquor runs to waste; Nor gives the jealous lord one diamond drop So to be husbanded for poorer days. Why need I volumes, if one word suffice? Why need I galleries, when a pupil's draught After the master's sketch fills and o'erfills My apprehension? why seek Italy, Who cannot circumnavigate the sea Of thoughts and things at home, but still adjourn The nearest matters for a thousand days?
# Poems (Emerson, 1847)/The Humble-Bee

THE HUMBLE-BEE.
Burly, dozing, humble-bee, Where thou art is clime for me. Let them sail for Porto Rique, Far-off heats through seas to seek; I will follow thee alone, Thou animated torrid-zone! Zigzag steerer, desert cheerer, Let me chase thy waving lines; Keep me nearer, me thy hearer, Singing over shrubs and vines.
Insect lover of the sun, Joy of thy dominion! Sailor of the atmosphere; Swimmer through the waves of air; ​Voyager of light and noon; Epicurean of June; Wait, I prithee, till I come Within earshot of thy hum,— All without is martyrdom.
When the south wind, in May days, With a net of shining haze Silvers the horizon wall, And, with softness touching all, Tints the human countenance With a color of romance, And, infusing subtle heats, Turns the sod to violets, Thou, in sunny solitudes, Rover of the underwoods, The green silence dost displace With thy mellow, breezy bass.
Hot midsummer's petted crone, Sweet to me thy drowsy tone ​Tells of countless sunny hours, Long days, and solid banks of flowers; Of gulfs of sweetness without bound In Indian wildernesses found; Of Syrian peace, immortal leisure, Firmest cheer, and bird-like pleasure.
Aught unsavory or unclean Hath my insect never seen; But violets and bilberry bells, Maple-sap, and daffodels, Grass with green flag half-mast high, Succory to match the sky, Columbine with horn of honey, Scented fern, and agrimony, Clover, catchfly, adder's tongue, And brier roses, dwelt among; All beside was unknown waste, All was picture as he passed.
Wiser far than human seer, Yellow-breeched philosopher! ​Seeing only what is fair, Sipping only what is sweet, Thou dost mock at fate and care, Leave the chaff, and take the wheat. When the fierce north-western blast Cools sea and land so far and fast, Thou already slumberest deep; Woe and want thou canst outsleep; Want and woe, which torture us, Thy sleep makes ridiculous.
# Poems (Emerson, 1847)/Sursum Corda

SURSUM CORDA.
Seek not the spirit, if it hide Inexorable to thy zeal: Baby, do not whine and chide: Art thou not also real? Why shouldst thou stoop to poor excuse? Turn on the accuser roundly; say, 'Here am I, here will I remain Forever to myself soothfast; Go thou, sweet Heaven, or at thy pleasure stay!' Already Heaven with thee its lot has cast, For only it can absolutely deal.
# Poems (Emerson, 1847)/Suum Cuique

SUUM CUIQUE.
The rain has spoiled the farmer's day; Shall sorrow put my books away? Thereby are two days lost: Nature shall mind her own affairs; I will attend my proper cares, In rain, or sun, or frost.