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# Letitia Elizabeth Landon (L. E. L.) in Fisher's Drawing Room Scrap Book, 1832/Carrick-a-Rede, Ireland

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* CARRICK-A-REDE, IRELAND. CO. OF ANTRIM.
* Artist: T. M. Baynes - Engraved by: J. Davies
CARRICK-A-REDE, IRELAND
He dwelt amid the gloomy rocks,  A solitary man; Around his home on every side,  The deep salt waters ran. The distant ships sailed far away,  And o’er the moaning wave The sea-birds swept, with pale white wings,  As phantoms haunt the grave: ’Twas dreary on an autumn night,  To hear the tempest sweep, When gallant ships were perishing  Alone amid the deep.
He was a stranger to that shore,  A stranger he remained, For to his heart, or hearth, or board,  None ever welcome gained. Great must have been the misery  Of guilt upon his mind, That thus could sever all the ties  Between him and his kind. His step was slow, his words were few,  His brow was worn and wan; He dwelt among those gloomy rocks,  A solitary man.
The romantic anecdote, to which the above lines have reference, is a true one.—A manuscript journal of a Tour through the Western Islands of Scotland, and along the Northern Coast of Ireland, in 1746, contains the following passage:—
"Carrick-a-Reid is a great rock, cut off from the shore by a chasm of fearful depth, through which the sea, when vexed by angry winds, boileth with great fury. It is resorted to at this season of the year by fishers, for the taking of salmon, who sling themselves across the perilous gulf by means of a stout rope, or withe, as the name Carrick-a-Reid imports. I was told, that, all through the inclemency of last winter, there dwelled here a solitary stranger, of noble mien, in an unseemly hut, made by his own hands. The people, in speaking of the stranger, called him, from his aspect, 'The Man of Sorrow;' and ’tis not unlikely, poor gentleman, he was one of the rebels who fled out of Scotland."
In the second volume of "Wakefield's Ireland," a particular account of Carrick-a-Rede, its fishery, and "very extraordinary flying bridge," may be found.
# Letitia Elizabeth Landon (L. E. L.) in Fisher's Drawing Room Scrap Book, 1832/Restormel Castle

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* RESTORMEL CASTLE, CORNWALL.
* Artist: T. Allom - Engraved by: W. LePetit
RESTORMEL CASTLE.
It was the last Chief of Restormel,  He sat within his tower, Dim burnt the hearth, and pale was the lamp,  For it was the midnight hour.
It was not the sound of a mortal voice,  Though it spoke with a mortal word, Mid the howl of the wind, and the dash of the wave,  That the Chief of Restormel heard.
He heard a shriek on the midnight wind,  And he heard a dying groan; Each gust through the sky, that went hurrying by,  Brought his murdered brother's moan.
The dark hearth hissed with the falling rain,  The lamp would burn no more; But redder and redder the bloodspots grew  That stained the oaken floor.
Then he knew that the voice of his brother's blood  Was crying aloud to heaven; And he knew that the present hour was one  To the evil spirits given;
And fiendish shapes from the tapestry looked,  And the lightning glared on the band; "Come," said a voice, and he felt on his heart  The touch of an icy hand.
Fearful, they said, was the face of the dead,  Whom his vassals found next day; For a clay-cold corse, in his midnight tower,  The last Chief of Restormel lay.
Restormel Castle was one of the principal residences of the Earls of Cornwall. The above verses are founded on a traditionary story told of its last castellan, or constable.
# Letitia Elizabeth Landon (L. E. L.) in Fisher's Drawing Room Scrap Book, 1832/Curraghmore

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* CURRAGHMORE, CO. WATERFORD.
* Artist: W. H. Bartlett - Engraved by: Robert Brandard
CURRAGHMORE,
A Seat of the Marquis of Waterford.—The name signifies "the great plain," and the surrounding country is of singular beauty and fertility.
Summer, shining summer, Art thou bringing now Colours to the red rose, Green leaves to the bough, Music to the singing birds, And honey to the bee; Summer, shining summer, Oh, welcome unto thee.
Now linger in our valley, Oh, why should thou go forth, To thaw the snow and icicles Of the eternal North? Where wilt thou find a valley More lovely for your home? Ah! even now the shadows Are lengthening as they come.
Well, Autumn, thou art welcome, With sheaves of ripened corn, The hunter's moon is shining, The hills ring with his horn. The grapes are dyed with purple, The leaves are tinged with red, And the green and golden plumage Of the pheasant's wing is spread.
What? snow upon the mountains! Heap pine boughs on the hearth; Broach ye the crimson Malvoisie, Let the old hall ring with mirth. Fill the lattices with holly, Let the lamps and torches blaze, And let the ancient harper Sing songs of other days.
Alas, thou gladsome Winter, Thy festival is done, Thy frost-work world of gossamer Is melting in the sun. Forth come the early violets, Such pale blue in their eyes, As if they caught their colour From gazing on the skies.
And a green and tender verdure Is on the hawthorn tree, And a break of crimson promise Shews what the rose will be. The primrose clothes the meadow, The birds are on the wing, And a thousand flowers are waking Beneath the feet of Spring.
Let the year pursue its changes, Let the seasons fade and fall, That valley has a welcome And a beauty for them all.
# Letitia Elizabeth Landon (L. E. L.) in Fisher's Drawing Room Scrap Book, 1832/Fowey Harbour, and Polruan Castle, &c.

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* FOWEY HARBOUR, ST. SAVIOUR’S CHAPEL & POLRUAN CASTLE.
* Artist: T. Allom - Engraved by: W. LePetit
FOWEY HARBOUR, AND POLRUAN CASTLE, &c.
The Ladye sat in her lonely tower,  Singing a mournful song; One of those sad and olden rhymes  That aye to love belong. The bride is young, and her lord is away, Therefore sings she that love-lorn lay.
Sudden she marks, through the glittering waves,  Two armed ships cleave their way; Their sails are white, in the morning light,  And around breaks the dashing spray. She sees the flag with its lilies expand, And a band of warriors leap to land.
It had been sight, for a gallant knight,  To mark that ladye call, 'Mid weeping maidens, and wardens old,  On her vassals to man the wall; Albeit it roused more love than fear, To see, that white hand grasp the spear.
There are no knights like our English knights,  Yet the boldest of his name, Never from castle repulsed the foe  More bravely than that fair dame: They left their chief, and their banner behind, When the Frenchmen spread their sails to the wind.
"Is a masque tow'rd?" said the castle's lord,  When he came home next day, Beside him stood a captive knight,  And a banner before him lay: His ladye's cheek wore its deepest red, When she told him how she had been lord instead.
Leland, when speaking of the "Frenchmen" having "diverse times assailed the town" of Fowey, "and last most notably, about Henry the Sixth's time," informs us, that "the wife of Thomas Treury, the 2d, with her men, repelled the French out of her house in her husband's absence; whereupon Thomas Treury builded a righte faire and stronge embateled towr in his house,—and vnto this day it is the glorie of the town building in Faweye." The tower fell to the ground about sixty years ago, and two busts of the heroine who so gallantly repulsed the enemy, were found in the ruins: they are still preserved.
# Letitia Elizabeth Landon (L. E. L.) in Fisher's Drawing Room Scrap Book, 1832/Furness Abbey

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* FURNESS ABBEY, IN THE VALE OF NIGHTSHADE, LANCASHIRE.
* Artist: Harwood - Engraved by: W. Tombleson
FURNESS ABBEY,
IN THE VALE OF NIGHTSHADE, LANCASHIRE.
I wish for the days of the olden time,  When the hours were told by the abbey chime, When the glorious stars looked down through the midnight dim, Like approving saints on the choir's sweet hymn:  I think of the days we are living now,  And I sigh for those of the veil and the vow.
 I would be content alone to dwell  Where the ivy shut out the sun from my cell, With the death's-head at my side, and the missal on my knee, Praying to that heaven which was opening to me:  Fevered and vain are the days I lead now,  And I sigh for those of the veil and the vow.
 Silken broidery no more would I wear,  Nor golden combs in my golden hair; I wore them but for one, and in vain they were worn; My robe should be of serge, my crown of the thorn:  'Tis a cold false world we dwell in now,  And I sigh for the days of the veil and the vow.
 I would that the cloister's quiet were mine;  In the silent depths of some holy shrine. I would tell my blessed beads, and would weep away From my inmost soul every stain of clay:  My heart's young hopes they have left me now,  And I sigh for the days of the veil and the vow.
# Letitia Elizabeth Landon (L. E. L.) in Fisher's Drawing Room Scrap Book, 1832/Hurdwar, a Place of Hindoo Pilgrimage

Haridwar
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* HURDWAR, A PLACE OF HINDOO PILGRIMAGE.
* Artist: S. Prout - Engraved by: W. J. Cook
HURDWAR,*
A PLACE OF HINDOO PILGRIMAGE.
I love the feeling which, in former days,  Sent men to pray amid the desert's gloom,  Where hermits left a cell, or saints a tomb; Good springs alike from penitence and praise, From aught that can the mortal spirit raise:  And though the faith be false, the hope be vain,  That brought the Hindoo to his idol fane; Yet one all-sacred truth his deed conveys— How still the heart doth its Creator own,  Mid strange idolatry and savage rite, A consciousness of power eternal shown,  How man relies on some superior might. The soul mid darkness feels its birth divine, And owns the true God in the false god's shrine.
* Hurdwar, or Haridwar, means the gate of Vishnoo, the Prinsir. The Hindoos perform this pilgrimage, to bathe in a particular spot of the Ganges,† at the time when the sun enters the sign Aries. A fair is then held, which, thanks to the precautions taken by the British government, has, of late years, gone off without bloodshed. "At the annual fairs, it is supposed, from 200,000 to 300,000 persons are collected. Once in twelve years, when particular ceremonies are performed, the number of those present has been computed at one million."—Hamilton's Gazetteer.
† "Parvati, the bride of Siva, ventured one day to cover his eyes with her hands. Thereupon all the functions of life were suspended—time stood—nay, the drops poured from Siva's brow, to think of the awful consequences arising from his almighty eye relaxing from its eternal watchfulness. From these drops, the Ganges had its divine origin; hence the veneration of the Hindoos for the sacred river."—Asiatic Researches.
# Letitia Elizabeth Landon (L. E. L.) in Fisher's Drawing Room Scrap Book, 1832/El Wuish

see Al Wajh
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* EL WUISH, - RED SEA.
* Artist: C. Stanfield - Engraved by: E. Goodall
EL WUISH.
El Wuish a small harbour on the Arabian coast of the Red Sea. The intricacies of a great and almost unbroken extent of coral reefs, renders the navigation rather difficult, and extremely tedious. The boatmen often beguile the night by singing. The imagery of the following song is taken from some Persian translations kindly placed in my hands by Sir Gore Ouseley: of course, it is a very free paraphrase.
Leila, the flowers are withered now,  The flowers I scattered at thy side What time Zoharah's* silver star  Was mirror'd in the fountain's tide;
The fountain played, and flung its drops  Like pearls amid thy raven hair; I had not seen the mirror'd star,  But thou too wert reflected there.
Thyself and thy sweet phantom self  That parting hour were both my own. My heart seemed like the fountain, made  To image love and thee alone.
When thou had past, that faithless wave  No likeness of thy grace retained. But though my Leila's self be gone,  Yet Leila's memory has remained.
Thou dost consume thy dwelling-place—  Take from thy wreath of flowers a sign, The tulip hides its withered core,  And such a burning heart is mine.
I call thine image to my sleep,  I wake and watch the waves again, I think thy words, I dream thy smiles,  Ah! Arab maid, I dream in vain.
* The Eastern name for the planet Venus.
# Letitia Elizabeth Landon (L. E. L.) in Fisher's Drawing Room Scrap Book, 1832/Lines on Curran's Picture

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RIGHT HONBLE. JOHN PHILPOT CURRAN.
Artist: Sir Thomas Lawrence - Engraved by: C. J. Wagstaff
LINES ON CURRAN'S PICTURE.
Oh! is it not a gallant sight to mark A little vessel breast the stormy sea, With sails triumphant swelling to the wind? Dashing the waters from her side in scorn, She cleaves the ocean, and, with arrowy prow, Scattering the snowy foam, a sparkling shower, And leaving a bright track behind, in sign Of victory. Our human pride delights In such a triumph over wind and wave, Because she knows 'tis not the plank and sail But human mind that holds the mastery. The canvass has been spread by human hand, And human hand it is that guides the helm. Methinks with nobler triumph we should mark Some gallant spirit through the sea of life Shape its successful course. Sustained, impelled By energy unconquerable within, A life like Curran's has enough to make Humanity ashamed and proud. 'Tis strange To think what toil is wasted upon some, How ancient scrolls unfold their precious store, The learned folio yields its silver clasp, The modern page marks out its easy way Some learned man to aid, assist, explain, And all to prove some fool is also dunce. Now watch the progress of a nobler mind: It has no aid, except from obstacles To conquer which invigorates: learned wealth As much debarred as golden; every step Made difficult by want of help; and books Things more of a desire than of a hope. And yet that boy will rise into a man. The honoured of his country, and will leave A name imperishable as the soul.
And such was Curran; 'twas a glorious sight To see him when his soul was on its spring, Gifted with all the mighty strength of words, Wit from his lip, and lightning from his eye, Flashing together—scorn enthroned on power— I'd rather have such stirring life as theirs, Who make their own way, and delight to make, Win wealth and honour by their own bright mind, Whose destiny is in itself—than bear The noblest name that ever belted Earl Left honoured to his son—
# Letitia Elizabeth Landon (L. E. L.) in Fisher's Drawing Room Scrap Book, 1832/Pile of Fouldrey Castle

see Piel Castle
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* PILE OF FOULDREY CASTLE.
* Artist: G. Pickering - Engraved by: Fenner & Co.
PILE OF FOULDREY CASTLE,
LANCASHIRE.
No memory of its former state,  No record of its fame, A broken wall, a fallen tower,  A half-forgotten name; A gloomy shadow on the wave, And silence deep as in the grave.
And yet it had its glorious days,  It had its hour of pride, When o’er the drawbridge gallantly  Its warriors wont to ride; When silver shield, and plume of snow, Were mirror'd in the wave below.
In sooth, that was a stirring time  Of chivalry and song. When the bright spear was put in rest,  And the right arm was strong; When minstrel meed, and ladye’s glove, Were high rewards of war and love.
Oh! vain delusion, cruel days  Were then upon the land; A battlement on every wall,  A sword in every hand; And rose the cry, and poured the flood, Of human wrong, and human blood.
Then many a stately castle stood  O’er dungeons dark and deep; Then many a noble robber wont  The king’s highway to keep. Ah! these were not the times to praise, Thank God, we know more peaceful days.
Oh! better that the ivy wreath  Should clothe the mouldering tower, Than it should be a place of strength,  For passion and for power. All glory to those stern old times, But leave them to their minstrel rhymes.
# Leathers v. Blessing

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United States Supreme Court
105 U.S. 626
Leathers v. Blessing
APPEAL from the Circuit Court of the United States for the District of Louisiana.
The case is stated in the opinion of the court.
Mr. John G. Carlisle for the appellants.
Mr. Charles W. Hornor for the appellee.
MR. JUSTICE BLATCHFORD delivered the opinion of the court.

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# Leave-Taking

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* Leave-Taking, a poem by Richard Aldington (Will the world still live for you)
* Leave-taking, a poem by Florence Earle Coates (Though hence I go—though with the fading day)
# Leave It to Jane

Song from the musical Leave It to Jane.
[Verse]
    (Bessie.) Our gentle Jane,
    When it comes to brain
    Can make a quite a show
    (Jane.) It's wicked you know,
    To flatter me so.
    (Stub.) She's cooler than ice
    So take my advice:
    If you've a problem,
    Don't you think twice:
[Refrain]
    (Bessie & Stub.) Leave it to Jane, Jane, Jane.
    (Jane.) (I don't know why you should make me plot and plan for you)
    (Bessie & Stub.) She is the girl with brain!
    (Jane.) (I always try to do ev'rything I can for you)
    (Bessie & Stub.) No problem you can wish on her gives a strain:
    She'll tackle gaily a score or more daily.
    If something is on your mind.
    (Jane.) (And I can see that there is not a doubt of it.)
    (Bessie & Stub.) Comfort you soon will find;
    (Jane.) Leave it to me, I will soon get you out of it)
    (Bessie & Stub.) If you have started worrying Kindly refrain.
    (Bessie, Stub & Jane.) And just hand over the whole thing to Jane!
[Verse]
    (Jane.) I've been that way,
    From a child they say.
    (Stub.) When she was but two,
    Our Jane always knew
    The right thing to do.
    (Bessie.) Her tact and sense
    Were simply immense:
    (Stub.) That's why we say with
    Fervor intense:
[Refrain]
    (Bessie & Stub.) Leave it to Jane, Jane, Jane.
    (Jane.) (I don't know why you should make me plot and plan for you)
    (Bessie & Stub.) She is the girl with brain!
    (Jane.) (I always try to do ev'rything I can for you)
    (Bessie & Stub.) No problem you can wish on her gives a strain:
    She'll tackle gaily a score or more daily.
    If something is on your mind.
    (Jane.) (And I can see that there is not a doubt of it.)
    (Bessie & Stub.) Comfort you soon will find;
    (Jane.) Leave it to me, I will soon get you out of it)
    (Bessie & Stub.) If you have started worrying Kindly refrain.
    (Bessie, Stub & Jane.) And just hand over the whole thing to Jane!
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# Leave-Taking (Coates)

"Though hence I go—though with the fading day"
* Coates, Florence Earle (1909), "Leave-taking" in Harper's Monthly Magazine (August 1909).
* Coates, Florence Earle (1909), "Leave-taking" in Lyrics of Life (1909).
* Coates, Florence Earle (1916), "Leave-taking" in Poems II.

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# Letters of Two Brides/Chapter XIV

MADRID.
MY DEAR BROTHER,—You did not make me Duc de Soria in order that my actions should belie the name. How could I tolerate my happiness if I knew you to be a wanderer, deprived of the comforts which wealth everywhere commands? Neither Marie nor I will consent to marry till we hear that you have accepted the money which Urraca will hand over to you. These two millions are the fruit of your own savings and Marie's.
We have both prayed, kneeling before the same altar—and with what earnestness, God knows!—for your happiness. My dear brother, it cannot be that these prayers will remain unanswered. Heaven will send you the love which you seek, to be the consolation of your exile. Marie read your letter with tears, and is full of admiration for you. As for me, I consent, not for my own sake, but for that of the family. The King justified your expectations. Oh! that I might avenge you by letting him see himself, dwarfed before the scorn with which you flung him his toy, as you might toss a tiger its food.
The only thing I have taken for myself, dear brother, is my happiness. I have taken Marie. For this I shall always be beholden to you, as the creature to the Creator. There will be in my life and in Marie's one day not less glorious than our wedding day—it will be the day when we hear that your heart has found its mate, that a woman loves you as you ought to be, and would be, loved. Do not forget that if you live for us, we also live for you.
You can write to us with perfect confidence under cover to the Nuncio, sending your letters via Rome. The French ambassador at Rome will, no doubt, undertake to forward them to Monsignore Bemboni, at the State Secretary's office, whom our legate will have advised. No other way would be safe. Farewell, dear exile, dear despoiled one. Be proud at least of the happiness which you have brought to us, if you cannot be happy in it. God will doubtless hear our prayers, which are full of your name.
# Letters of Two Brides/Chapter XI

La Crampade.
Your Spaniard and you make me shudder, my darling. I write this line to beg of you to dismiss him. All that you say of him corresponds with the character of those dangerous adventurers who, having nothing to lose, will take any risk. This man cannot be your husband, and must not be your lover. I will write to you more fully about the inner history of my married life when my heart is free from the anxiety your last letter has roused in it.
# Kirk v. Maumee Valley Electric Company

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United States Supreme Court
279 U.S. 797
Kirk v. Maumee Valley Electric Company
Argued: April 25 and 26, 1929. Decided June 3, 1929. ---
No. 674.
Messrs. George W. Ritter, of Toledo, Ohio, Gilbert Bettman, of Cincinnati, Ohio, and Le Roy W. Hunt, of Toledo, Ohio, for appellants.
Mr. U. G. Denman, of Toledo, Ohio, for appellee.
Mr. Justice STONE delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Kirk v. Lynd

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United States Supreme Court
106 U.S. 315
Kirk v. Lynd
K. Stewart Dennee, for appellant.
Jno. A. Campbell and Thos. L. Bayne, for defendant.
WAITE, C. J.

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# Kirk v. Olson

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United States Supreme Court
245 U.S. 225
Kirk v. Olson
Argued: and Submitted Nov. 23, 1917. --- Decided: Dec 10, 1917
Mr. William G. Porter, of Aberdeen, S. D., for plaintiffs in error.
Messrs. Samuel Herrick, of Washington, D. C., and Clifford A. Wilson, of Hot Springs, S. D., for defendant in error.
Mr. Justice VAN DEVANTER delivered the opinion of the Court.

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