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# Irish Independent/1910/Authoress's lonely death

Source: Irish Independent, Wednesday, April 27, 1910; Page: 9
Authoress's lonely death
"Death from natural causes" was the verdict returned at an inquest yesterday on Miss Anne Isabella Robertson, 75, who was found dead at her residence, 1 Herbert road, Ballsbridge, on Monday morning. Deceased, who lived alone, would appear to hve been dead fro some days, the body presenting the appearance of having been attacked by rats.
John White, 22 Turner's cottages Shelbourne road, gardener, deposed that he was in the habit of doing work for deceased. He last saw her alive on Monday week. When he went back to her house by appointment on Thursday last he could get no answer. On Monday morning he went to the house again, and as he could not get in he informed the police. The police found thr door open and upstairs found deceased lying between two beds. He knew deceased for five years, and she lived alone since her sister died three years ago.
Mr. Lyster, deceased's solicitor, stated that she was an authoress, and Station Sergeant Grey said that over £100 in cash was found in the house.
This work was published in 1910 and is anonymous or pseudonymous due to unknown authorship. It is in the public domain in the United States as well as countries and areas where the copyright terms of anonymous or pseudonymous works are 113 years or less since publication.
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# Jingle Bells

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"Jingle Bells", originally "The One Horse Open Sleigh", is one of the best known and commonly sung secular Christmas songs in the world. It was written in 1857 by James Pierpont to be sung at a Thanksgiving program at his church in Boston, and was repeated at Christmas due to its instant popularity. The song has been translated into many languages.
Dashing through the snow In a one-horse open sleigh O'er the fields we go Laughing all the way. Bells on bob-tail ring Making spirits bright What fun it is to ride and sing A sleighing song tonight.
chorus:  Jingle bells, jingle bells  Jingle all the way,  Oh what fun it is to ride  In a one-horse open sleigh, O  Jingle bells, jingle bells  Jingle all the way,  Oh what fun it is to ride  In a one-horse open sleigh.
A day or two ago I thought I'd take a ride And soon Miss Fanny Bright Was seated by my side; The horse was lean and lank Misfortune seemed his lot, We got into a drifted bank And there we got upsot.
chorus
A day or two ago The story I must tell I went out on the snow And on my back I fell; A gent was riding by In a one-horse open sleigh He laughed as there I sprawling lie But quickly drove away.
chorus
Now the ground is white, Go it while you're young, Take the girls tonight And sing this sleighing song. Just get a bob-tailed bay, Two-forty for his speed, Then hitch him to an open sleigh And crack! You'll take the lead.
chorus
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# Jin Fuey Moy v. United States

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United States Supreme Court
254 U.S. 189
Jin Fuey Moy v. United States
Argued: Oct. 11, 1920. --- Decided: Dec 6, 1920
Messrs. H. Ralph Burton, of Washington, D. C., John W. Dunkle, of Pittsburgh, Pa., and Blaine Mallan, of Washington, D. C., for plaintiff in error.
Mr. Solicitor General Frierson, for the United States.
Mr. Justice PITNEY delivered the opinion of the Court.

## Notes

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# History of the World

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* "Natural History" (77–79), a work by Pliny the Elder
* "The Historie of the World" (1614) by Walter Raleigh (1554-1618)
* "The History of the World" (1901) by Hans F. Helmolt
# Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)/Abhorrence

ABHORRENCE
The self-same thing they will abhor One way, and long another for.
Boils and plagues Plaster you o'er, that you may be abhorr'd Further than seen.
***few things loves better Than to abhor himself.
***more abhorr'd Than spotted livers in the sacrifice.
***make the abhorrent eye Roll back and close.
# Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)/Ability

ABILITY
For as our modern wits behold, Mounted a pick-back on the old, Much farther off, much further he, Rais'd on his aged Beast, could see.
He could raise scruples dark and nice, And after solve 'em in a trice: As if Divinity had catch'd The itch, on purpose to be scratch'd.
I add this also, that natural ability without education has oftener raised man to glory and virtue, than education without natural ability.
To know how to hide one's ability is great skill.
One thing, however, I must premise, that without the assistance of natural capacity, rules and precepts are of no efficacy.
Men, like bullets, go farthest when they are smoothest.
A dwarf is small even if he stands on a mountain; a colossus keeps his height, even if he stands in a well.
Read my little fable: He that runs may read. Most can raise the flowers now, For all have got the seed.
The wicked are always surprised to find ability in the good.
They are able because they think they are able.
# Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)/Accident

ACCIDENT
unexpected a visit?
Our wanton accidents take root, and grow
To vaunt themselves God's laws.
Nothing under the sun is accidental, least of all that of which the intention is so clearly evident.
At first laying down, as a fact fundamental, That nothing with God can be accidental.
What the reason of the ant laboriously drags into a heap, the wind of accident will collect in one breath.
I have shot mine arrow o'er the house
And hurt my brother.
# Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)/Ayr (River)

AYR (RIVER)
Ayr, gurgling, kissed his pebbled shore,
O'erhung with wild woods, thickening green;
The fragrant birch and* hawthorn hoar
Twined amorous round the raptured scene.
Farewell, my friends! farewell, my foes!
My peace with these, my love with those.
The bursting tears my heart declare;
Farewell, the bonnie banks of Ayr.
# Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)/Acacia

ACACIA
A great acacia, with its slender trunk
And overpoise of multitudinous leaves,
(In which a hundred fields might spill their dew
And intense verdure, yet find room enough)
Stood reconciling all the place with green.
Light-leaved acacias, by the door,
Stood up in balmy air,
Clusters of blossomed moonlight bore.
And breathed a perfume rare.
Our rocks are rough, but smiling there
Th' acacia waves her yellow hair,
Lonely and sweet, nor loved the less
For flow'ring in a wilderness.
# Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)/Azalea

AZALEA
Rhododendron
And in the woods a fragrance rare
Of wild azaleas fills the air,
And richly tangled overhead
We see their blossoms sweet and red.
Dora Read Goodald—Spring Scatters Far
and Wide.
The fair azalea bows
Beneath its snowy crest.
# Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)/Avarice

AVARICE
So for a good old-gentlemanly vice,
I think I must take up with avarice.
If you wish to remove avarice you must remove its mother, luxury.
Ac primam scelerum matrem, quae semper habendo
Plus sitiens patulis rimatur faucibus aurum,
Trudis Avaritiam.
Expel avarice, the mother of all wickedness, who, always thirsty for more, opens wide her jaws for gold.
Non propter vitam faciunt patrimonia'quidam,
Sed vitio cseci propter patrimonia vivunt.
Some men make fortunes, but not to enjoy them; for, blinded by avarice, they live to make fortunes.
The love of pelf increases with the pelf.
That disease
Of which all old men sicken, avarice.
There grows,
In my most ill-compos'd affection such
A stanchless avarice, that, were I king,
I should cut off the nobles for their lands.
This avarice
Strikes deeper, grows with more pernicious root.
Poverty wants much; but avarice, everything.
# Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)/Awkwardness

AWKWARDNESS
Awkward, embarrassed, stiff, without the skill
Of moving gracefully or standing still,
One leg, as if suspicious of his brother,
Desirous seems to run away from t'other.
What's a fine person, or a beauteous face,
Unless deportment gives them decent grace?
Blessed with all other requisites to please,
Some want the striking elegance of ease;
The curious eye their awkward movement tires:
They seem like puppets led about by wires.
With ridiculous and awkward action,
Which, slanderer, he imitation calls.
# Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)/Absence

ABSENCE
(See also Memory)
Wives in their husbands’ absences grow subtler, And daughters sometimes run off with the butler.
Where’er I roam, whatever realms to see, My heart untravelled, fondly turns to thee; Still to my brother turns, with ceaseless pain, And drags at each remove a lengthening chain.
In the hope to meet
Shortly again, and make our absence sweet.
Ever absent, ever near;
Still I see thee, still I hear;
Yet I cannot reach thee, dear!
What shall I do with all the days and hours
That must be counted ere I see thy face?
How shall I charm the interval that lowers
Between this time and that sweet time of grace?
cito transit a mente.
But when he (man) shall have been taken from sight, he quickly goes also out of mind.
sometimes (not to speak it profanely) to be present with the Lord.
Absence diminishes little passions and increases great ones, as the wind extinguishes candles and fans a fire.
Oft in the tranquil hour of night, When stars illume the sky, I gaze upon each orb of light, And wish that thou wert by.
Thou art gone from my gaze like a beautiful dream, And I seek thee in vain by the meadow and stream.
For there’s nae luck about the house; There’s nae luck at aw; There’s little pleasure in the house When our gudeman's awa.
With what a deep devotedness of woe
I wept thy absence—o'er and o'er again
Thinking of thee, still thee, till thought grew pain,
And memory, like a drop that, night and day,
Falls cold and ceaseless, wore my heart away!
Condemned whole years in absence to deplore,
And image charms he must behold no more.
Let no one be willing to speak ill of the absent.
Days of absence, sad and dreary,
Clothed in sorrow's dark array,— Days of absence, I am weary;
She I love is far away.
All days are nights to see till I see thee,
And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me.
How like a winter hath my absence been
From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!
What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen!
What old December's bareness everywhere.
Cassius and Brutus were the more distinguished for that very circumstance that their portraits were absent.
'Tis said that absence conquers love;
But oh! believe it not. I've tried, alas! its power to prove, But thou art not forgot.
Since you have waned from us,
Fairest of women!
I am a darkened cage
Songs cannot hymn in.
My songs have followed you,
Like birds the summer;
Ah! bring them back to me,
Swiftly, dear comer!
Seraphim,
Her to hymn.
Might leave their portals;
And at my feet learn
The harping of mortals!
# Holy Thursday

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* "Holy Thursday", a poem by William Blake published in Songs of Innocence (1789).
* "Holy Thursday", a poem by William Blake published in Songs of Experience (1794).
# Holy Sonnets/Holy Sonnet 8

If faithful souls be alike glorified As angels, then my father's soul doth see, And adds this even to full felicity, That valiantly I hell's wide mouth o'erstride. But if our minds to these souls be descried By circumstances, and by signs that be Apparent in us not immediately, How shall my mind's white truth by them be tried? They see idolatrous lovers weep and mourn, And stile blasphemous conjurers to call On Jesu's name, and pharisaical Dissemblers feign devotion. Then turn, O pensive soul, to God, for He knows best Thy grief, for He put it into my breast.
# Holy Spirit, Lord of light

Also published with the title Hymn for Pentecost, this translation of the Latin hymn Veni Sancte Spiritus was first published in Caswall's Lyra Catholica, 1849.
* "Hymn for Pentecost" in Catholic Hymns (1st ed.), 1853.
* "Hymn for Pentecost" in Catholic Hymns (2nd ed.), 1860.
# Holy Sonnets/Holy Sonnet 3

O! might those sighs and tears return again Into my breast and eyes, which I have spent, That I might in this holy discontent Mourn with some fruit, as I have mourn'd in vain. In mine Idolatry what showers of rain Mine eyes did waste? what griefs my heart did rent? That sufferance was my sin, I now repent; 'Cause I did suffer, I must suffer pain. Th' hydroptic drunkard, and night-scouting thief, The itchy lecher, and self-tickling proud Have the remembrance of past joys, for relief Of coming ills. To poor me is allow'd No ease; for long, yet vehement grief hath been Th' effect and cause, the punishment and sin.
# Holy Sonnets/Holy Sonnet 6

This is my play's last scene; here heavens appoint My pilgrimage's last mile; and my race Idly, yet quickly run, hath this last pace; My span's last inch, my minute's latest point; And gluttonous Death will instantly unjoint My body and soul, and I shall sleep a space; But my ever-waking part shall see that face, Whose fear already shakes my every joint. Then, as my soul to heaven her first seat takes flight, And earth-born body in the earth shall dwell, So fall my sins, that all may have their right, To where they're bred and would press me to hell. Impute me righteous, thus purged of evil, For thus I leave the world, the flesh, the devil.
# Holy Sonnets/Holy Sonnet 7

At the round earth's imagined corners blow Your trumpets, angels, and arise, arise From death, you numberless infinities Of souls, and to your scattered bodies go; All whom the flood did, and fire shall o'erthrow, All whom war, dea[r]th, age, agues, tyrannies, Despair, law, chance hath slain, and you, whose eyes Shall behold God, and never taste death's woe. But let them sleep, Lord, and me mourn a space; For, if above all these my sins abound, 'Tis late to ask abundance of Thy grace, When we are there. Here on this lowly ground, Teach me how to repent, for that's as good As if Thou hadst seal'd my pardon with Thy blood.
# Holy Sonnets/Holy Sonnet 2

As due by many titles I resign Myself to thee, O God, first I was made By Thee, and for Thee, and when I was decay'd Thy blood bought that, the which before was Thine. I am Thy son, made with Thyself to shine, Thy servant, whose pains Thou hast still repaid, Thy sheep, Thine image, and—till I betray'd Myself—a temple of Thy Spirit divine. Why doth the devil then usurp on me? Why doth he steal, nay ravish, that's Thy right? Except Thou rise and for Thine own work fight, O! I shall soon despair, when I shall see That Thou lovest mankind well, yet wilt not choose me, And Satan hates me, yet is loth to lose me.
# Holy Sonnets/Holy Sonnet 5

I am a little world made cunningly Of elements, and an angelic sprite; But black sin hath betray'd to endless night My world's both parts, and, O, both parts must die. You which beyond that heaven which was most high Have found new spheres, and of new land can write, Pour new seas in mine eyes, that so I might Drown my world with my weeping earnestly, Or wash it if it must be drown'd no more. But O, it must be burnt; alas! the fire Of lust and envy burnt it heretofore, And made it fouler; let their flames retire, And burn me, O Lord, with a fiery zeal Of Thee and Thy house, which doth in eating heal.
# Holy Sonnets/Holy Sonnet 4

O, my black soul, now thou art summoned By sickness, Death's herald and champion; Thou'rt like a pilgrim, which abroad hath done Treason, and durst not turn to whence he's fled; Or like a thief, which till death's doom be read, Wisheth himself deliver'd from prison, But damn'd and haled to execution, Wisheth that still he might be imprisoned. Yet grace, if thou repent, thou canst not lack; But who shall give thee that grace to begin? O, make thyself with holy mourning black, And red with blushing, as thou art with sin; Or wash thee in Christ's blood, which hath this might, That being red, it dyes red souls to white.
# Holy Sonnets/Holy Sonnet 9

If poisonous minerals, and if that tree, Whose fruit threw death on (else immortal) us, If lecherous goats, if serpents envious Cannot be damn'd, alas ! why should I be? Why should intent or reason, born in me, Make sins, else equal, in me more heinous? And, mercy being easy, and glorious To God, in His stern wrath why threatens He? But who am I, that dare dispute with Thee? O God, O! of Thine only worthy blood, And my tears, make a heavenly Lethean flood, And drown in it my sin's black memory. That Thou remember them, some claim as debt; I think it mercy if Thou wilt forget.
# Hymns for our Lord's Resurrection/Hymn XV

Hymn XV.
1CHRIST, our Living Head draw near,
At our Call, Quicken all Thy true Members here, 2Fill'd with Faith's Eternal Spirit, Grant that We, Dead with Thee, May thy Life inherit. 3All thy Resurrection's Power, All thy Love, From above, On thy Servants shower. 4Perfect Love! we long t' attain it, Following fast, If at last We, ev'n we may gain it. 5Partners of thy Death and Passion, O that we All might see All thy great Salvation. 6Sav'd beyond the Dread of Falling, Let us rise To the Prize Of our Glorious Calling. 7Children of the Resurrection, Lead us on To the Crown Of our Full Perfection. 8There, where Thou art gone before us, Christ, our Hope, Take us up, To thy Heaven restore us.
# Hymns for the Amusement of Children (1791)

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This volume also contains Isaac Watts' Divine Songs for Children (first published 1771), as well as an appendix of several additional hymns by various authors.
Hymns for the Amusement of Children.
By the Rev. Cristopher Smart, M. A.
to which are added, Watts's Divine Songs for Children.
Philadelphia: Printed by William Spotswood. 1791.

### Hymns for the Amusement of Children

* Faith
* Hope
* Charity
* Prudence
* Justice
* Mercy
* Temperance
* Fortitude
* Moderation
* Truth
* Beauty
* Honesty
* Elegance
* Loveliness
* Taste
* Learning
* Praise
* Prayer
* Patience
* Watching
* Generosity
* Gratitude
* Peace
* Melancholy
* Mirth
* Mutual Subjection
* Good-nature to Animals
* Silence
* Long-suffering of God
* Honour
* Immortality
* Against Despair
* For Saturday
* For Sunday
* At Dressing in the Morning
* At Undressing in the Evening
* Pray remember the Poor
* Plenteous Redemption
* The Conclusion of the Matter

### Appendix

* Knowledge of God
* Love of God
* Fear of God
* Trust in God
* Communion with God
* Christian Love
* Humility
* Wisdom
* Obedience
* Forgiveness of Injuries
* Contentment
* Ode to the Creator
* For Christmas-Day
* For Good-Friday
* For Easter-Sunday
* For Whit-Sunday
* The Lord's Prayer

### Divine Songs for Children

* General Song of Praise to God
* Praise for Creation and Providence
* Praise to God for Our Redemption
* Praise for Mercies, Spiritual and Temporal
* Praise for Birth and Education in a Christian Land
* Praise for the Gospel
* Excellency of the Bible
* Praise to God for Learning to Read
* The All-Seeing God
* Solemn Thoughts of God and Death
* Heaven and Hell
* The Advantages of Early Religion
* The Danger of Delay
* Examples of Early Piety
* Against Lying
* Against Quarreling and Fighting
* Love Between Brothers and Sisters
* Against Scoffing and Calling Names
* Against Swearing and Cursing, and Taking God's Name in Vain
* Against Idleness and Mischief
* Against Evil Company
* Against Pride in Clothes
* Obedience to Parents
* The Child's Complaint
* A Morning Song
* An Evening Song
* For the Lord's Day Morning
* For the Lord's Day Evening
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# Hymns for our Lord's Resurrection/Hymn XI

Hymn XI.
1COME ye that seek the Lord, Him that was crucified, Come listen to the Gospel-Word, And feel it now applied:
To every Soul of Man The joyful News we shew, Jesus for every Sinner slain, Is ris'n again for you.
2The Lord is ris'n indeed, And did to us appear, He hath been seen, our Living Head, By many a Peter here:
We, who so oft denied Our Master and our GOD, Have thrust our Hand into his Side, And felt the Streaming Blood.
3Rais'd from the Dead we are The Members with their Lord, And boldly in his Name declare The Soul reviving Word;
Salvation we proclaim Which every Soul may find, Pardon and Peace in Jesus' Name, And Life for all Mankind.
4O might they all receive The bleeding Prince of Peace! Sinners, the glad Report believe Of Jesus' Witnesses;
​He lives, who spilt his Blood; Believe our Record true, The Arm, the Power, the Son of GOD Shall be reveal'd in you.
# Hymns for our Lord's Resurrection/Hymn XIV

Hymn XIV.
1YE Men of Israel, hear The Words of Truth and Grace, Jesus did in the flesh appear To save a sinking Race;
A Man of GOD approv'd, By Signs and Wonders known, Jesus, the Father's Well-belov'd, The Co-eternal Son.
​2The Prince of Life and Peace, By Heav'n's Supreme Decree Deliver'd up, ye dar'd to seize, And nail Him to the Tree:
Taken by wicked Hands, And crucify'd and slain; But God hath loos'd the Mortal Bands, And rais'd him up again.
3It was not possible That Death should keep his Prey; GOD wou'd not leave his Soul in Hell, Or let his Flesh decay:
His Flesh repos'd in Hope Of the Third Joyful Morn, And then the Father rais'd him up, And GOD again was born.
4This Jesus is restor'd To Life by Power Divine; We all proclaim our Living Lord, And in his Praises join:
We are his Witnesses, He is gone up on high, Exalted to his Native Place, He lives no more to die.
5Again at GOD's Right-hand Our Lord is call'd to sit, Till all who now his Sway withstand Are crush'd beneath his Feet:
Be it to Israel's Seed, To every Sinner known, GOD hath perform'd his Oath indeed, Hath glorify'd his Son.
6Sinners, believe he died, And rose to buy your Peace; Jesus the Christ, the Crucified, The Lord of Life confess:
Repent in Jesus' Name, Believe and be forgiven, And take the Holy Ghost ye claim, And rise with us to Heaven.
# Hymns for the Amusement of Children (1791)/At Dressing in the Morning

HYMN XXXV. At DRESSING in the MORNING.
Now I arise, impow'r'd by Thee, The glorious sun to face; O cloath me with humility, Adorn me with thy grace.
5 All evil of the day forefend, Prevent the Tempter's snare; Thine Angel on my steps attend, And give me fruit to pray'r.
O make me useful as I go 10 My pilgrimage along; And sweetly sooth this vale of woe By charity and song.
Let me from Christ obedience learn, To Christ obedience pay; 15Each parent duteous love return, And consecrate the day.
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# Hymns for the Amusement of Children

Smart's last work. Partly it was written in the prison "King's Bench", in London, where he was imprisoned for debt in April 1770, and spent more then 12 months. The 1st edition appeared before Smart's death in May 1771.
* Hymns for the Amusement of Children (1775) (transcription project)
* Hymns for the Amusement of Children (1791), including Isaac Watts' Divine Songs for Children as well as an appendix of additional hymns.