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# Jackson v. Hale

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United States Supreme Court
55 U.S. 525
Jackson v. Hale
THIS case was brought up by writ of error from the District Court of the United States for the District of Wisconsin.
The facts are stated in the opinion of the court.
It was argued by Mr. Lawrence, for the plaintiff in error, and by Mr. Lee, and Mr. Seward, for the defendants in error.
Mr. Lawrence, for the plaintiff in error, made the following points.
First. The Judge of the District Court erred in ruling upon the admission of testimony, that a depositary, when there is a joint interest in the deposit, may change the joint interest of depositors into an interest in severalty, by mere setting apart, without delivery made.
Second. The court erred in holding, that a depositor, having a joint interest in one description of property, his depositary could confer a title upon him, to the extent of such joint interest, from deposits of a different description; or that if his deposits were in part winter wheat, &c., his depositary might set apart to him the spring wheat of other depositors, and such act of the depositary would give title.
Third. Testimony was improperly admitted, that 'the property rose in value after it was taken in replevin,' and 'that the agent of the plaintiff was told that the wheat belonged to parties,' in whom defendants had pleaded property-as also the evidence to contradict the receipt.
Fourth. The Judge of the District Court should not have decided to refuse a new trial, if defendants would consent to remit a part of the recovery for detention, when a recovery had been secured by testimony taken under objection.
Mr. Chief Justice TANEY delivered the opinion of the court.

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# James Sackley Company v. United States/Opinion of the Court

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United States Supreme Court
278 U.S. 609
James Sackley Company v. United States
Petition for writ of certiorari to the Court of Claims denied.

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# James Russell Lowell

Written for James Russell Lowell, 1819–1891
Thou shouldst have sung the swan-song for the choir  That filled our groves with music till the day Lit the last hilltop with its reddening fire,  And evening listened for thy lingering lay.
But thou hast found thy voice in realms afar  Where strains celestial blend their notes with thine; Some cloudless sphere beneath a happier star  Welcomes the bright-winged spirit we resign.
How Nature mourns thee in the still retreat  Where passed in peace thy love-enchanted hours! Where shall she find an eye like thing to greet  Spring's earliest footprints on her opening flowers?
Have the pale wayside weeds no fond regret  For him who read the secrets they enfold? Shall the proud spangles of the field forget  The verse that lent new glory to their gold?
And ye whose carols wooed his infant ear,  Whose chants with answering woodnotes he repaid, Have ye no song his spirit still may hear  From Elmwood's vaults of overarching shade?
Friends of his studious hours, who thronged to teach  The deep-read scholar all your varied lore, Shall he no longer seek your shelves to reach  The treasures missing from his worldwide store?
This singer whom we long have held so dear  Was Nature's darling, shapely, strong, and fair; Of keenest wit, of judgment crystal-clear,  Easy of converse, courteous, debonair,
Fit for the loftiest or the lowliest lot,  Self-poised, imperial, yet of simplest ways; At home alike in castle or in cot,  True to his aim, let others blame or praise.
Freedom be found an heirloom from his sires;  Song, letters, statecraft, shared his years in turn; All went to feed the nation's altar-fires  Whose mourning children wreathe his funeral urn.
He loved New England,—people, language, soil,  Unweaned by exile from her arid breast. Farewell awhile, white-handed son of toil,  Go with her brown-armed laborers to thy rest.
Peace to thy slumber in the forest shade!  Poet and patriot, every gift was thine; Thy name shall live while summers bloom and fade,  And grateful Memory guard thy leafy shrine!
# James Sackley Company v. United States

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United States Supreme Court
278 U.S. 609
James Sackley Company v. United States
Mr. Wm. M. Williams, of Washington, D. C., for petitioner.

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# Honoring Aldo Santorum

Source: 2011 Congressional Record, Vol. 157, Page E128
Honoring Aldo Santorum
HON. WILLIAM SHUSTER
OF PENNSYLVANIA IN THE HOUSE OF REPRESENTATIVES
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Mr. SHUSTER. Mr. Speaker, I rise today to honor the life of Aldo Santorum, the father of my friend and colleague, former Pennsylvania Senator Rick Santorum.
Aldo Santorum passed away on January 15th in Crescent Beach Florida at the age of 88 in the home where he and his wife, Catherine Dughi, had spent the past 20 years together.
Aldo was an American patriot who served alongside fellow members of the Greatest Generation who honored the call to service in World War II.
After the war, Aldo Santorum took advantage of the GI Bill to earn a degree in psychology from St. Francis College in Loretto, Pennsylvania as well as a graduate degree from Catholic University in Washington and a doctorate in clinical psychology from the University of Ottawa.
Instead of going into private practice, Aldo devoted his professional career to serving fellow veterans as a clinical psychologist for the Veterans Administration.
Throughout his career, Aldo Santorum served in VA hospitals in Martinsburg, West Virginia, Butler, Virginia and in Chicago until 1990, when he and his wife Catherine retired to Crescent Beach, Florida.
In addition to his wife and children, Aldo Santorum is survived by an extended, but closely-knit family of 10 grandchildren.
I extend my condolences to Rick Santorum and the entire Santorum family for their loss.
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# Jewels of Romance/The Enticement of Fame/Lyric

Lyric for
ALEXANDER BORODIN'S
DISSONANCE
Your eyes form the dream that enchants me, Your hips breathe "I love you," and yet A dissonance vague enthralls me, Like the haunting veil of regret That you reveal to delude me.
# Jewels of Romance/The Enticement of Fame/Response

RESPONSE
I asked you if you liked the poplar trees, Their slender grace and gentle charm, Enhancing the winding drive like a frieze Of ancient Greece - stately and calm; And for answer you pressed my hand.
I asked you if you liked the rolling lawn, Where the late Fall sun was at play, Casting a loitering shadow upon The quiet pool across the way; And for answer you pressed my hand.
I asked you if you liked at Dawn's first ray To gallop madly o'er the field, Not to return till the glory of day Had passed beneath cool Twilight's shield; And for answer you pressed my hand.
I asked you if, when Twilight's hours have sped, A vague yearning cries in your soul, Craving the warmth of a word yet unsaid, Some rapture you could not control - And for answer you pressed not my hand.
# Jewels of Romance/The Enticement of Fame/The Mission

THE MISSION
I have slept nights in the Mission, Called Chinatown's heaven of rest; Where exist broken men with ambition But to escape Life's leering jest.
I have dwelt in marble halls and have known The mockery of Fortune's smile; I have earned the world's respect - yet have flown From it-for twas based upon guile.
I have loved in many strange, foreign lands, Trying to ease my weariness; Searching blindly for some osft, loving hands To shield me from dread loneliness.
But as I failed in my search, the Mission Called loud to my soul craving rest; So I shall dwell here without ambition Safe at last from Life's hollow jest.
# Jewels of Romance/The Enticement of Fame/We Two

WE TWO
We have smiled together, we two, For many more years than it seems; We have played together, and you Have put happiness into my dreams.
We have wandered afar, we two, And have known separation's chill; We have loved under heaven's blue And have trembled at passion's will.
And we found through it all, we two, That our love puts sorrow away; And each year that comes we find new Joys in being together alway.
# Jewels of Romance/The Enticement of Fame/The Enticement of Fame

THE ENTICEMENT OF FAME
With languorous arms and thighs the Goddess of Fame Entices the weary poet from shore, And bids him sacrifice his very life to claim Her dazzling surrender forevermore.
He sees the captive chain about her slender wrist And, knowing she can never come to him, Insanely tries to win her favor with a twist Of genius which may gratify her whim.
But as he strives to reach her side, he does not see The vultures circling near to tear his soul; Nor does he hear the moaning, deathlike melody Of other slaves who failed to reach their goal.
# Jewels of Romance/The Enticement of Fame/To a Violiniste

TO A VIOLINISTE
The lightest touch of your fingers Makes wild fancies leap from within; The ardor of passion lingers From each tone of your violin.
Just as the leaves from maple trees Are blown gently down in the Fall, Just so glides each cadence with ease From sorrow to joy at your call.
In my heart I envy each tone That sings from the strands of your bow, Because in your soul it has known Those secrets my heart yearns to know.
# Jewels of Romance/The Enticement of Fame/To—

то -
Would that the softness of your young, white breast Needed but my embrace To satisfy the longing in your heart. Ah, could I find the trace Of your sweet consent that I so desire. Does your silence grant me grace?
# Jewels of Romance/To You Who Read

TO YOU WHO READ
Old men write and sing of Love's entrancing vale, Whose perfumed bowers they knew so well; And strive with memory's blessed arms to scale The fortress where young romances dwell.
Young men write and ponder on philosophy, Whose vagueness sharpens their intent To fathom Life's overwhelming mystery, To taste Fame's semblance of content.
What a piteous sight as old men try to pen The wondrous spirit of romance; Forgetting that ghosts can only mock again, A truth their efforts but enhance.
What a piteous thing that young men seldom write Of their passion while it enthralls; How sad it is they take not time to recite Love's ecstasy before it palls.
So, my friends, in these my poems, may you find The ardor of youthful romance; And as mine is but an errant pen, be kind, Nor seek to view my moods askance.
# I many times thought Peace had come

* "I many times thought peace had come" in Poems: Second Series (1891)
* "I many times thought peace had come" in The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson (1924)
# I meant to find Her when I came—

I meant to find Her when I came — Death — had the same design — But the Success — was His — it seems — And the Surrender — Mine —
I meant to tell Her how I longed For just this single time — But Death had told Her so the first — And she had past, with Him —
To wander — now — is my Repose — To rest — To rest would be A privilege of Hurricane To Memory — and Me.
# I meant to have but modest needs—

* "A Prayer" in Poems: Second Series (1891)
* "I meant to have but modest needs" in The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson (1924)
# I live with Him—I see His face—

I live with Him — I see His face — I go no more away For Visitor — or Sundown — Death's single privacy
The Only One — forestalling Mine — And that — by Right that He Presents a Claim invisible — No wedlock — granted Me —
I live with Him — I hear His Voice — I stand alive — Today — To witness to the Certainty Of Immortality —
Taught Me — by Time — the lower Way — Conviction — Every day — That Life like This — is stopless — Be Judgment — what it may —
# I love the jocund dance

also Song: I love the jocund dance. Incipit title a of poem by William Blake, originally published in Poetical Sketches, 1783.
* 'Song', Malkin, B H, A Father's Memoirs of his Child, 1806. London: Longman, et al. Introduction (with notes on Blake), pages xxxviii-xxxvix
* I love the jocund dance Shepherd, R H, ed., Poetical sketches by William Blake now first reprinted from the original edition of 1783, 1868. London: Basil Montagu Pickering
* I love the jocund dance, Rossetti, D G, ed.,Life of William Blake (1880), Volume 2 (selections). London: Macmillan & Co.
* Song: 'I love the jocund dance', J Sampson, ed., (variorum reading, notes and preface), 1905 The poetical works of William Blake; a new and verbatim text from the manuscript engraved and letterpress originals, Oxford. 'Poems from the Poetical Sketches' p. 13.
* Song: I love the jocund dance. Butter, P.H., ed., Selected Poems from William Blake, 1982. Everyman.
# I meanwhile in the populous house apart

* "I meanwhile in the populous house apart" in New poems and variant readings (1918)
* "I meanwhile in the populous house apart" in The Works of Robert Louis Stevenson (Vailima ed.) Volume 8 (1922)
# I measure every Grief I meet

I measure every Grief I meet With narrow, probing, Eyes — I wonder if It weighs like Mine — Or has an Easier size.
I wonder if They bore it long — Or did it just begin — I could not tell the Date of Mine — It feels so old a pain —
I wonder if it hurts to live — And if They have to try — And whether — could They choose between — It would not be — to die —
I note that Some — gone patient long — At length, renew their smile — An imitation of a Light That has so little Oil —
I wonder if when Years have piled — Some Thousands — on the Harm — That hurt them early — such a lapse Could give them any Balm —
Or would they go on aching still Through Centuries of Nerve — Enlightened to a larger Pain - In Contrast with the Love —
The Grieved — are many — I am told — There is the various Cause — Death — is but one — and comes but once — And only nails the eyes —
There's Grief of Want — and Grief of Cold — A sort they call "Despair" — There's Banishment from native Eyes — In sight of Native Air —
And though I may not guess the kind — Correctly — yet to me A piercing Comfort it affords In passing Calvary —
To note the fashions — of the Cross — And how they're mostly worn — Still fascinated to presume That Some — are like My Own —
# I never hear the word "escape"

* "Escape" in Poems: Second Series (1891)
* "I never heard the word "escape"" in The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson (1924)
# I lived on Dread—

* "I lived on dread; to those who know" in Poems: Second Series (1891)
* "I lived on dread; to those who know" in The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson (1924)
# I lost a World—the other day!

* "Lost" in Poems (1890)
* "I lost a world the other day" in The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson (1924)
# In Memoriam (Tennyson)/Canto 46

xlvi.
Should move his rounds, and fusing all The skirts of self again, should fall Remerging in the general Soul,
Is faith as vague as all unsweet: Eternal form shall still divide The eternal soul from all beside; And I shall know him when we meet:
And we shall sit at endless feast, Enjoying each the other's good; What vaster dream can hit the mood Of Love on earth? He seeks at least
Upon the last and sharpest height, Before the spirits fade away, Some landing-place, to clasp and say, 'Farewell! We lose ourselves in light.'
# In Memoriam (Tennyson)/Canto 47

xlvii.
Were taken to be such as closed Grave doubts and answers here proposed, Then these were such as men might scorn:
Her care is not to part and prove; She takes, when harsher moods remit, What slender shade of doubt may flit, And makes it vassal unto love:
And hence, indeed, she sports with words; But better serves a wholesome law, And holds it sin and shame to draw The deepest measure from the chords:
Nor dare she trust a larger lay, But rather loosens from the lip Short swallow-flights of song, that dip Their wings in tears, and skim away.
# In Memoriam (Tennyson)/Canto 42

xlii.
And every spirit's folded bloom Thro' all its intervital gloom In some long trance should slumber on;
Unconscious of the sliding hour, Bare of the body, might it last, And silent traces of the past Be all the colour of the flower:
So then were nothing lost to man; So that still garden of the souls In many a figured leaf enrolls The total world since life began:
And love will last as pure and whole As when he loved me here in Time, And at the spiritual prime Rewaken with the dawning soul.
# In Memoriam (Tennyson)/Canto 43

xliii.
For here the man is more and more; But he forgets the days before God shut the doorways of his head.
The days have vanish'd, tone and tint, And yet perhaps the hoarding sense Gives out at times (he knows not whence) A little flash, a mystic hint;
And in the long harmonious years (If Death so taste Lethean springs), May some dim touch of earthly things Surprise thee ranging with thy peers.
If such a dreamy touch should fall, O turn thee round, resolve the doubt, My guardian angel will speak out In that high place, and tell thee all.
# In Memoriam (Tennyson)/Canto 39

xxxix.
Could we forget the widow'd hour And look on Spirits breathed away, As on a maiden in the day When first she wears her orange-flower!
When crown'd with blessing she doth rise To take her latest leave of home, And hopes and light regrets that come Make April of her tender eyes;
And doubtful joys the father move, And tears are on the mother's face, As parting with a long embrace She enters other realms of love;
Her office there to rear, to teach, Becoming as is meet and fit A link among the days, to knit The generations each with each;
And, doubtless, unto thee is given A life that bears immortal fruit In such great offices as suit The full-grown energies of heaven.
Ay me, the difference I discern! How often shall her old fireside Be cheer'd with tidings of the bride, How often she herself return,
And tell them all they would have told, And bring her babe, and make her boast, Till even those that miss'd her most Shall count new things as dear as old:
But thou and I have shaken hands, Till growing winters lay me low; My paths are in the fields I know, And thine in undiscover'd lands.
# In Memoriam (Tennyson)/Canto 45

xlv.
The path we came by, thorn and flower, Is shadow'd by the growing hour, Lest life should fail in looking back.
So be it: there no shade can last In that deep dawn behind the tomb, But clear from marge to marge shall bloom The eternal landscape of the past;
A lifelong tract of time reveal'd; The fruitful hours of still increase; Days order'd in a wealthy peace, And those five years its richest field.
O Love! thy province were not large, A bounded field, nor stretching far, Look also, Love, a brooding star, A rosy warmth from marge to marge.
# In Memoriam (Tennyson)/Canto 41

xli.
He still outstript me in the race; It was but unity of place That made me dream I rank'd with him.
And so may Place retain us still, And he the much-beloved again, A lord of large experience, train To riper growth the mind and will:
And what delights can equal those That stir the spirit's inner deeps, When one that loves but knows not, reaps A truth from one that loves and knows?
# In Memoriam (Tennyson)/Canto 44

xliv.
What time his tender palm is prest Against the circle of the breast, Has never thought that 'this is I:'
But as he grows he gathers much, And learns the use of 'I' and 'me,' And finds 'I am not what I see, And other than the things I touch:'
So rounds he to a separate mind From whence clear memory may begin, As thro' the frame that binds him in His isolation grows defined.
This use may lie in blood and breath, Which else were fruitless of their due, Had man to learn himself anew Beyond the second birth of Death.
# In Memoriam (Tennyson)/Canto 4

iv.
To Sleep I give my powers away; My will is bondsman to the dark; I sit within a helmless bark, And with my heart I muse and say:
O heart, how fares it with thee now, That thou should'st fail from thy desire, Who scarcely darest to inquire, 'What is it makes me beat so low?'
Something it is which thou hast lost, Some pleasure from thine early years. Break, thou deep vase of chilling tears, That grief hath shaken into frost!
Such clouds of nameless trouble cross All night below the darken'd eyes; With morning wakes the will, and cries, 'Thou shalt not be the fool of loss.'
# In Memoriam (Tennyson)/Canto 40

xl.
Thy spirit ere our fatal loss Did ever rise from high to higher; As mounts the heavenward altar-fire, As flies the lighter thro' the gross.
But thou art turn'd to something strange, And I have lost the links that bound Thy changes; here upon the ground; No more partaker of thy change.
Deep folly! yet that this could be— That I could wing my will with might To leap the grades of life and light, And flash at once, my friend, to thee:
For though my nature rarely yields To that vague fear implied in death; Nor shudders at the gulfs beneath, The howlings from forgotten fields;
Yet oft when sundown skirts the moor An inner trouble I behold, A spectral doubt which makes me cold, That I shall be thy mate no more,
Tho' following with an upward mind The wonders that have come to thee, Thro' all the secular to be, But evermore a life behind.
# John Kelley Co v. Commissioner Of Internal Revenutalbot Mill

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United States Supreme Court
326 U.S. 698
JOHN KELLEY CO. v. COMMISSIONER OF INTERNAL REVENUE. TALBOT MILL
Argued: Oct. 11, 1945. --- Decided: Jan 7, 1946
Mr. Frank J. Albus, of Washington, D.C., for petitioner John Kelley co.
Mr. Melville F. Weston, of Boston, Mass., for petitioner Talbot Mills.
Mr. J. Louis Monarch, of Washington, D.C., for respondent.
Mr. Justice REED delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# John Bull's Other Island

Written and staged 1904, published 1907

                                 ## Preface to Home Rule Editions of 1912
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                                 ## Program Note

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