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# Littell's Living Age/Volume 136/Issue 1757/Motherhood

* MOTHERHOOD.
* "Her lot is on you"—woman's lot she meant,
* The singer who sang sweetly long ago;
* And rose and yew and tender myrtle blent,
* To crown the harp that rang to love and woe.
* Awake, O poetess, and vow one strain
* To sing of motherhood, its joy, its pain.
* What does it give to us, this mother love—
* In verse and tale and legend glorified,
* Chosen by lips divine as type above
* All other passions? Men have lived and died
* For sisters, maiden queens, and cherished wives,
* Yet, sealed by God, the one chief love survives.
* Yet what is it it gives us? Shrinking dread,
* Peril, and pain, and agony forgot,
* Because we hold the ray of gladness shed,
* By the first cry from lips that know us not,
* Worth all that has been paid, is yet to pay,
* For the new worship, born and crowned that day.
* Then nursing, teaching, training, self-denial,
* That never knows itself, so deep it lies,
* The eager taking up of every trial,
* To smooth Spring's pathway, light her April skies;
* Watching and guiding, loving, longing, praying,
* No coldness daunting, and no wrong dismaying.
* And when the lovely bud to blossom wakes,
* And when the soft shy dawn-star flashes bright,
* Another hand the perfect flower takes,
* Another wins the gladness of the light;
* A sweet, soft, clinging, fond farewell is given;
* Still a farewell, and then alone with Heaven.
* With Heaven! Will he take the tired heart,
* The God who gave the child and formed the mother,
* Who sees her strive to play her destined part,
* And, smiling, yield her darling to another?
* Ay, on his cross he thought of Mary's woe;
* He pities still the mothers left below.
* Tinsley's Magazine.S. K. Phillips.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 136/Issue 1758/"Say Not the Struggle Naught Availeth"

* Say not the struggle naught availeth,
* The labor and the wounds are vain,
* The enemy faints not, nor faileth,
* And as things have been they remain.
* If hopes were dupes, fears may be liars;
* It may be, in yon smoke concealed.
* Your comrades chase e'en now the fliers,
* And, but for you, possess the field.
* For while the tired waves, vainly breaking,
* Seem here no painful inch to gain,
* Far back, through creeks and inlets making,
* Comes silent, flooding in, the main.
* And not by eastern windows only,
* When daylight comes, comes in the light,
* In front, the sun climbs slow, how slowly,
* But westward, look, the land is bright.
* A. H. Clough.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 136/Issue 1759

LITTELL'S LIVING AGE.
| Fifth Series, Volume XXI. | $\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,$ | No. 1759. — March 2, 1878. | $\scriptstyle {\left\{{\begin{matrix}\ \end{matrix}}\right.}$ | From Beginning Vol. CXXXVI. |
CONTENTS. :
| I. | March of an English Generation through Life, | Quarterly Review, | 515 |
| II. | Docteur Lavardin: a Sketch, | Macmillan's Magazine, | 525 |
| III. | Shakespeare in France, | Nineteenth Century, | 533 |
| IV. | Erica. Part XIII. Translated for The Living Age from the German of | Frau von Ingersleben, | 546 |
| V. | French Home Life. Religion, | Blackwood's Magazine, | 559 |
| VI. | Pleasant People, | Saturday Review, | 570 |
| VII. | Walking in Winter, | Pall Mall Gazette, | 573 |
| VIII. | Antoine Cesar Becquerel, | Nature, | 574 |
POETRY. :
| Wanted, a Secretary of State, | 514 | "What we, When Face to Face we See", | 514 |
| Fiat Justitia, | 514 | "What we, When Face to Face we See", | 514 |
| Miscellany, | Miscellany, | Miscellany, | 576 |
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 136/Issue 1757/A Japanese Love-Song

* A JAPANESE LOVE-SONG.
* Yes, 'tis autumn, dearest, see
* Cold, rough signs on every side;
* Listen to the fluttering leaf,
* Borne before the tempest tide.
* Listen to the mournful song,
* Wafted from the pine-trees tall;
* Listen to the torrent's voice,
* Loud resounding over all.
* It was in the gladsome spring,
* When we met and told our love;
* Nature sang in ecstasy,
* The skies were bright and blue above.
* Then we hoped, and had no thought
* That darksome days could ever be;
* The golden hours flitted by
* In mirth and loving revelry.
* Then summer came — we lovers still
* Trifled the long sweet hours away;
* In scented woods, and deep, dark shades,
* With jest and smile, and old-world lay.
* Or, on the cool, broad river's wave,
* Floating along, we wove our dream,
* Nor thought of those who toiled for gain
* In the great city's busy stream.
* 'Tis autumn now, and winter soon
* Will change the fair world's smiling face;
* A year, alas! will then have flown,
* To us a fleeting moment's space.
* Oh, ere the spring come back again,
* In all her radiancy divine,
* May fortune smile.upon our love,
* And let me call thee, dearest, mine!
* All The Year Round.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 136/Issue 1758

LITTELL'S LIVING AGE.
| Fifth Series, Volume XXI. | $\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,$ | No. 1758. — February 23, 1878. | $\scriptstyle {\left\{{\begin{matrix}\ \end{matrix}}\right.}$ | From Beginning Vol. CXXXVI. |
CONTENTS. :
| I. | A French Critic on Goethe. By Matthew Arnold, | Quarterly Review, | 451 |
| II. | Within the Precincts. By Mrs. Oliphant. Part III., | Advance Sheets, | 462 |
| III. | Natural Religion. Part IX., | Macmillan's Magazine, | 477 |
| IV. | Macleod of Dare. By William Black. Part IV., | Advance Sheets, | 489 |
| V. | The Great Fourfold Waterfall, | Fraser's Magazine, | 493 |
| VI. | An Oxford Lecture. By John Ruskin, | Nineteenth Century, | 502 |
| VII. | The Cruelty of Pecuniary Crime, | Spectator, | 508 |
| VIII. | The Emotions Due to Christmas Bills, | Spectator, | 510 |
POETRY. :
| A Florentine Carnival Song of the Sixteenth Century, | 450 | "Say Not the Struggle Naught Availeth", | 450 |
| Sonnet, | 450 | Farewell, | 450 |
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 136/Issue 1757/The Bloom of the Heart

* THE BLOOM OF THE HEART.
* Under the blue of the mid-May sky,
* Under the shadow of beech and lime,
* Watching cloud-shallops drift idly by,
* Free from the thraldom of fate and time;
* Lulled by the murmur of breeze and stream,
* Twitter of songster, flutter of spray,
* That sweetly blend with the waking dream,
* And whisper one magical word alway;
* Held by the spell of an exquisite face,
* A voice that is dearer than all things dear,
* Ah, but the world is a fairy place
* In the bloom of the heart, the May of the year!
* Sitting alone in the waning light,
* In the dead November's leaden dearth,
* Watching the mists rise ghostly white,
* And blend in the shadows, and quench the earth;
* Musing for aye on the might-have-been —
* Sweet might-have-been that may not be! —
* The tender hopes and the fancies green
* That faded and fluttered from life's fair tree;
* Haunted alway by a vanished face,
* A voice that is hushed in the midnight drear,
* Ah, but the world is a weary place
* In the gloom of the heart, the gray of the year!
* Tinsley's Magazine.Frederick Langbridge.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 136/Issue 1758/Sonnet

* SONNET.
* I know a royal castle-builder. He
* Has planned (in clouds) a house beyond compare,
* And furnished it with treasures passing rare
* Gathered from distant lands across the sea.
* Fountains gush forth; and many a curious tree
* Shadows rich lawns broidered with bright parterre
* Of scented shrubs and flow'rs. And birds are there
* Well skilled in notes of sylvan minstrelsy.
* Closed is the door. Unopened are the gates.
* The blossoms droop, and eke the birds are dumb,
* The builder sadly sits as one who waits
* For some loved friend — alas! who does not come.
* In his fair mansion will he ever dwell?
* One little maid — and only she — can tell.
* Evening Mail.
# Love and Mr. Lewisham

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* Love and
* $^{Mr}$Lewisham
* The Story of a Very Young Couple
* By
* H. G. Wells
* Author of "The Time Machine," "The Wonderful Visit," and "When the Sleeper Wakes."
* "Great Spirits and Great Businesse doe keepe out this weak Passion
* . . . yet Love can finde Entrance not only into an open Heart but
* also into a Heart well fortified, if Watch be not well kept."—Bacon
* Second Edition.
* Frederick A. Stokes Company
* New York
* FREDERICK A. STOKES COMPANY
* Publishers
Copyright, 1899, by FREDERICK A. STOKES COMPANY
CONTENTS.
# Marm Lisa

* information about this edition.
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It is impossible to conceive of a more exquisitely sympathetic character study than this of a feeble-minded child, whose affliction is of a kind that usually repels. And in contrast with the pathetic little central figure is that of her mistress, who is portrayed with keen yet not unkind satire.—From a review in the Bookman Feb. 1897
MARM LISA
BY
KATE DOUGLAS WIGGIN
The eternal-womanly
Ever leadeth us on
Goethe's Faust.
BOSTON AND NEW YORK
HOUGHTON, MIFFLIN AND COMPANY The Riverside Press, Cambridge
1896
Copyright, 1896,
By KATE DOUGLAS RIGGS.
All rights reserved.
The Riverside Press, Cambridge Mass., U. S. A.
Electrotyped and Printed by H. O. Houghton & Co.
By Mrs. Wiggin.
* THE BIRDS' CHRISTMAS CAROL. Illustrated. Square 12mo, boards, 50 cents.
* THE STORY OF PATSY. Illustrated. Square 12mo, boards, 60 cents.
* A SUMMER IN A CAÑON. A California Story. Illustrated. 16mo, $1.25.
* TIMOTHY'S QUEST. A Story for Anybody, Young or Old, who cares to read it. 16mo, $1.00.
* The Same. Holiday Edition. Illustrated. Crown 8vo, $1.50.
* A CATHEDRAL COURTSHIP, and PENELOPE'S ENGLISH EXPERIENCES. Illustrated, 16 mo, $1.00.
* POLLY OLIVER'S PROBLEM. Illustrated. 16mo, $1.00.
* The Same. In Riverside School Library. 60 cents, net.
* THE VILLAGE WATCH-TOWER. 16mo, $1.00.
* MARM LISA. 16mo.
* NINE LOVE SONGS, AND A CAROL. Music by Mrs. Wiggin. Words by Herrick Sill, and others. Quarto.
By Mrs. Wiggin and Miss Smith.
* THE STORY HOUR. A Book for the Home and Kindergarten. By Mrs. Wiggin and Nora A. Smith. Illustrated. 16mo, $1.00.
* CHILDREN'S RIGHTS. By Mrs. Wiggin and Nora A. Smith. A Book of Nursery Logic. 16mo, $1.00.
* THE REPUBLIC OF CHILDHOOD. By Mrs. Wiggin and Nora A. Smith. In three volumes, each, 16mo, $1.00.
* FROEBEL'S GIFTS.
* FROEBEL'S OCCUPATIONS.
* KINDERGARTEN PRINCIPLES AND PRACTICE.
HOUGHTON, MIFFLIN AND COMPANY,
Boston and New York.
CONTENTS
* chapterpage
* I.Eden Place1
* II.Mistress Mary's Garden12
* III.A Family Polygon23
* IV.Marm Lisa is Transplanted37
* V.How the New Plant grew47
* VI.From Grubb to Butterfly61
* VII.The Comet and the Fixed Star70
* VIII.The Young Minister's Psychological Observations84
* IX.Marm Lisa's Quest96
* X.The Twins join the Celestials107
* XI.Rhoda frees her Mind118
* XII.Flotsam and Jetsam132
* XIII.Leaves from Mistress Mary's Garden148
* XIV.More Leaves161
* XV."The Feast o' the Babe"174
* XVI.Cleansing Fires183
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# Marlborough and other poems/Whom Therefore We Ignorantly Worship

XXVII
WHOM THEREFORE WE IGNORANTLY WORSHIP
These things are silent. Though it may be told Of luminous deeds that lighten land and sea, Strong sounding actions with broad minstrelsy Of praise, strange hazards and adventures bold, We hold to the old things that grow not old: Blind, patient, hungry, hopeless (without fee Of all our hunger and unhope are we), To the first ultimate instinct, to God we hold.
They flicker, glitter, flicker. But we bide, We, the blind weavers of an intense fate, Asking but this—that we may be denied: Desiring only desire insatiate, Unheard, unnamed, unnoticed, crucified To our unutterable faith, we wait.
September 1914
# Marlin v. Lewallen

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United States Supreme Court
276 U.S. 58
Marlin v. Lewallen
Argued: Oct. 18, 1928. --- Decided: Feb 20, 1928
Messrs. Claude A. Niles, of Checotah, Okl., and S. P. Freeling, of Oklahoma City, Okl., for petitioner.
Mr. Harry B. Parris, of Eufaula, Okl., for respondents.
Mr. Justice VAN DEVANTER delivered the opinion of the Court.

## Notes

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# Make the Tempest Serve

March 1896
Two crafts went out across the bar
 From land-locked bay to ocean brine,
Both steering for one port afar,—
 One craft my friend's, and one was mine.
The sun-breeze smiled, the night-wind laughed ;
 The white-ﬂocked sky, the foam-decked sea
Beckoned and welcomed sail and craft,
 Beckoned and welcomed friend and me.
So side by side we sailed and sailed,
 Fair wind behind, fair port before,
Till port forgot and wind that failed
 Left both adrift twixt shore and shore.
A sea that steamed, a sky that scowled,
 A sullen silence calm as death,
Then o'er the changing ocean howled
 Full in our face the wild wind's breath.
Then brave I held the tiller straight,
 I fronted storm and foam of sea ;
I called, O friend, we’ll wait, we’ll wait,
 The port will come to you and me.
But far across the wid'ning way
 Between the craft of friend and mine
I heard his cheery trumpet say,
 And saw his starry pennon shine.
His helm he held not straight as I,
 Not towards the port his course was cast ;
Coward! I cried, to fail and ﬂy,
 Nor seek the port, nor face the blast.
Next morn, for mornings come howe'er
 The dark may brood or gales may blow,
Far towards the port I saw appear
 The craft of him who left me so.
What devil’s work, I sneered, is this
 That thus requites my steadfast grip,
That he should gain what I must miss,
 That his should be the nobler ship?
But now upon the stagnant sea,—
 Despite the helm that never swerved,—
Clear comes the clarion call to me :
 I took the tempest when it served.
Blow north or south, blow east or west,—
 No matter how God's winds may blow,—
The port comes not to them who rest ;
 They ﬁnd the port who bravely go.
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# Make Every Minute Count for Pershing

Source: U.S. National Archives and Records Administration
UNITED STATES SHIPPING BOARD EMERGENCY FLEET CORPORATION
ISSUED BY THE PUBLICATIONS SECTION, EMERGENCY FLEET CORPORATION, PHILADELPHIA
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# Littell's Living Age/Volume 141/Issue 1818/From my Armchair

TO THE CHILDREN OF CAMBRIDGE Who presented to me, on my Seventy-Second Birthday, February 27, 1879, this Chair, made from the Wood of the Village Blacksmith's Chestnut-Tree.
Am I a king, that I should call my own  This splendid ebon throne? Or by what reason, or what right divine,  Can I proclaim it mine?
Only, perhaps, by right divine of song  It may to me belong; Only because the spreading chestnut-tree  Of old was sung by me.
Well I remember it in all its prime,  When in the summer-time The affluent foliage of its branches made  A cavern of cool shade.
There by the blacksmith's forge, beside the street,  Its blossoms white and sweet Enticed the bees, until it seemed alive,  And murmured like a hive.
And when the winds of autumn, with a shout,  Tossed its great arms about, The shining chestnuts, bursting from the sheath,  Dropped to the ground beneath.
And now some fragments of its branches bare,  Shaped as a stately chair, Have by my hearthstone found a home at last,  And whisper of the past.
The Danish king could not in all his pride  Repel the ocean tide, But seated in this chair, I can in rhyme  Roll back the tide of time.
I see again, as one in vision sees,  The blossoms and the bees, And hear the children's voices shout and call,  And the brown chestnuts fall.
I see the smithy with its fires aglow,  I hear the bellows blow, And the shrill hammers on the anvil beat  The iron white with heat!
And thus, dear children, have ye made for me  This day a jubilee, And to my more than threescore years and ten  Brought hack my youth again.
The heart hath its own memory, like the mind,  And in it are enshrined The precious keepsakes, into which are wrought  The giver's loving thought.
Only your love and your remembrance could  Give life to this dead wood, And make these branches, leafless now so long,  Blossom again in song.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 141/Issue 1822/Dedicatory Poem to the Princess Alice

Dead Princess, living Power, if that which lived True life live on, and if the fatal kiss, Born of true life and love, divorce thee not From earthly love and life, if what we call The spirit flash not all at once from out This shadow into Substance, then perhaps The mellow’d murmur of the people’s praise From thine own State, and all our breadth of realm, Where Love and Longing dress thy deeds in light, Ascends to thee; and this March morn that sees Thy Soldier-brother’s bridal orange-bloom Break thro’ the yews and cypress of thy grave, And thine Imperial mother smile again, May send one ray to thee! and who can tell — Thou — England’s England-loving daughter — thou Dying so English thou wouldst have her flag Borne on thy coffin — where is he can swear But that some broken gleam from our poor earth May touch thee, while, remembering thee, I lay At thy pale feet this ballad of the deeds Of England, and her banner in the East?
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 141/Issue 1822/Rose or Thorn

O love the rose, O love the thorn,  O love whose cheek with crimson glows, O love that leavest hearts forlorn  Oh, tell me, ere the petals close,  Is love a rose?
O love the thorn, O love the rose,  O love, thy blush, of roses born, With lily whiteness comes and goes,  O love with cheek oft wan and worn,  Is love a thorn?
Oh, love’s a rose without the thorn;  Its petals fall; but while it grows Its virgin hue doth steal from morn  Heaven’s own glory as it blows.  Oh, love’s a rose!
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 140/Issue 1815/The Task

* THE TASK.
* Life's school has many tasks we all must learn,
* Lessons of faith and patience, hope and love;
* Knowledge of bitter taste, and wisdom.stern
* Of fires, the temper of our steel to prove;
* Much of forbearance gathering years must teach,
* And charity, with her angelic face,
* Gentling the judgment, softening the speech,
* Gives time its surest aid, and grief its grace.
* Hardest of all the masters we must hear,
* Experience, with cold eyes and measured voice,
* Bids us, who hold young lives supremely dear,
* Beware, ere moulding them to suit our choice;
* Warning: "The sky smiles blue, smooth shows the path,
* Promise no sunshine, guide no wavering foot;
* The loveliest valley hides the seeds of death,
* The poison lurks deep in the fairest fruit."
* Leave the young hearts to nature and to God.
* Leave the young tendrils where they will to twine;
* Where violets blossom, and white snowdrops nod,
* Fall April dews where April's sunlights shine;
* Gather the ripened corn, if yet some ears
* Are left for faltering hand and patient care;
* But for the darlings of decaying years,
* Leave them alone, in all save love and prayer.
* All The Year Round.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 141/Issue 1822/Secret Love

Original German title: Kein Feuer, keine Kohle...
No fire, no hot ember so ardently glows As love loved in secret when nobody knows,  When nobody knows.
No rose, no carnation can seem half so sweet As two loving souls when together they meet,  When together they meet.
Let thine heart be a mirror, reflected therein Thou canst see how devoted, how true mine hath been,  How true mine hath been.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 141/Issue 1822/A Cynic

And so your life has been a dreary story  Of treachery against you, leal and true; And little of our nature’s tender glory  Is yet revealed to you.
You think that you are wise and I am dreaming  The dream of youth — as beautiful as vain — That friendship is another name for scheming,  And love is — love of gain.
My friend, not long ago my dull existence  Passed slowly by within a city drear, I watched the endless roofs, the smoky distance,  The sparrows, prating near,
At length a footstep mounted to my attic:  One entered in and reached to me his hands, And now I go with him — O joy ecstatic! —  Across the meadow-lands.
The saucy robin trills his carol near us,  The lark arises at our very feet, While speckled thrush and blackbird often cheer us  With mellow notes and sweet.
And he — my guide — has promised me that yonder  Are built the nests of doves and nightingales, In secret woods where we alone shall wander,  In more sequestered vales.
But you — you look for doves in city alleys,  For nightingales among the sparrow crew — Then marvel that the music of our valleys  Is still unheard by you.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 141/Issue 1822/Lore-Lei

I know not what it betideth,  That I am so sad at heart; A tale of the past abideth  In my soul and will not depart.
It is cool and the twilight darkles,  And peacefully flows the Rhine; And the brow of the mountain sparkles  In the flush of the soft sunshine.
The queenliest maiden beameth  In radiant beauty there; The gold of her jewels gleameth,  She combeth her golden hair.
With a golden comb she combeth,  And singeth the while a song, That floats, like the wind that roameth,  In quivering chants along.
The boatman yon frail bark steering,  Is seized with a wild aifright; He sees not the cliffs he is nearing,  He views but the mountain height.
I fear me the waves are bringing  The boatman and boat to naught; And this with her fateful singing  The Lore-Lei hath wrought.
# Malloy v. Hogan

Malloy v. Hogan, 378 U.S. 1 (1964), was a case in which the Supreme Court of the United States deemed a defendant's Fifth Amendment right against self-incrimination was applicable within state courts as well as federal courts. The majority decision holds that the Fourteenth Amendment allows the federal government to enforce the first eight amendments on state governments. Warning: template has been deprecated.

## Dissenting Opinions

    Harlan
    White
United States Supreme Court
378 U.S. 1
Malloy v. Hogan
Argued: March 5, 1964. --- Decided: June 15, 1964
Harold Strauch, Hartford, Conn., for petitioner.
John D. LaBelle, Manchester, Conn., for respondent.
Mr. Justice BRENNAN delivered the opinion of the Court.

## Notes

This work is in the public domain in the United States because it is a work of the United States federal government (see 17 U.S.C. 105).
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# Mallory v. United States

United States Supreme Court
354 U.S. 449
Mallory v. United States
Argued: April 1, 1957. --- Decided: June 24, 1957
Mr. William B. Bryant, Washington, D.C., for the petitioner.
Mr. Edward L. Barrett, Jr., Sp. Asst. to the Atty. Gen., for the respondent.
Mr. Justice FRANKFURTER delivered the opinion of the Court.

## Notes

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# Mallow v. Hinde

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United States Supreme Court
25 U.S. 193
Mallow v. Hinde
Feb. 12th.
THIS cause was argued by Mr. Bond and Mr. Brush, for the appellants, and by Mr. Doddridge and Mr. Scott, for the respondents. Feb. 20th.
Mr. Justice TRIMBLE delivered the opinion of the Court.

## Notes

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