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# New England Motor Rate Bureau, Inc. v. United States/Opinion of the Court

* Court Documents
* Case Syllabus
* Per Curiam Opinion of the Court
United States Supreme Court
385 U.S. 203
New England Motor Rate Bureau, Inc. v. United States
The motions to affirm are granted and the judgment is affirmed.

## Notes

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# New England and the Bavarian Illuminati/Acknowledgment

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ACKNOWLEDGMENT
The obligations incurred in the preparation of the following study are much too numerous and varied to admit of adequate notice. Special mention must, however, be made of my indebtedness to the staffs of the following libraries: The Boston Athenaeum, Congregational, Masonic (Boston), American Antiquarian Society, Connecticut Historical Society, New York Historical Society, Library of Congress, the public libraries of the cities of Boston and New York, the library of Hiram College, and the university libraries of Harvard, Yale, and Columbia. In addition to the many courtesies received from these sources, I have had valuable assistance from the following persons: Mr. Newton R. Parvin, grand secretary of the Grand Lodge of Iowa, A. F. & A. M., Cedar Rapids, Iowa, whose warm personal interest in my investigation has found expression in the loan of many valuable volumes; Mr. Worthington C. Ford, of the Massachusetts Historical Society, who besides opening freely to me the unpublished treasures of the Society, has given me the benefit of peculiarly stimulating suggestions; Mr. Walter C. Green, librarian of Meadville Theological School, who has most generously met all my drafts upon his patience and time; and Professor Guy Stanton Ford, of the University of Minnesota, who has made it possible for me to use his copy of Forestier's Les Illuminés de Bavière et la Franc-Maçonnerie allemande, without which in this war period, with its partial stoppage of the inflow of European literature, my chapter on "The European Order of the Illuminati" could scarcely have been written. ​My greatest debt is to Professor William Walker Rockwell, of Union Theological Seminary, who from the day that he suggested the theme not only has followed the progress of the work with unwearied interest, but at many points has guided my efforts and helped me to avoid numerous pitfalls. Whatever excellencies the study contains are due to Professor Rockwell's stimulating criticism; the faults are altogether chargeable to me.
There remains to acknowledge my obligation and express my best thanks to my colleagues, Professors Ralph Hinsdale Goodale, Lee Edwin Cannon, and John Samuel Kenyon, and to Miss Bertha Peckham, Registrar of Hiram College, who have greatly assisted me by correcting copy, reading proof, and otherwise helping to see the work through the press. To my wife a special obligation is due because of the benefits derived from her critical insight and heartening sympathy throughout the performance of the task.
                                     V. S.
    Hiram, Ohio.
# New England Motor Rate Bureau, Inc. v. United States

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United States Supreme Court
385 U.S. 203
New England Motor Rate Bureau, Inc. v. United States
Peter T. Beardsley, R. Edwin Brady, Bryce Rea, Jr., Guy H. Postell, John W. McFadden, Harry C. Ames, Roland Rice, Homer S.C.arpenter, John S. Fessenden and Richard R. Sigmon, for appellants.
Solicitor General Marshall, Assistant Attorney General Turner, Howard E. Shapiro, Robert W. Ginnane and Leonard S. Goodman, for the United States and others.
William Q. Keenan, for intervenor Railway Express Agency, Inc.
Arthur A. Arsham, for intervenors National Small Shipments Traffic Conference, Inc., and others.
PER CURIAM.

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# New England and the Bavarian Illuminati

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## CONTENTS

* Acknowledgment
* Introduction
CHAPTER I
* 1. Rapid Disintegration of Puritanism after the Revolution
* 2. Ominous Discontent with the Standing Order
* 3. Alarms due to the Spread of Religious Radicalism and Scepticism
CHAPTER II
* 1. The Situation prior to 1798
* 2. The Situation from 1798 to 1800
CHAPTER III
* 1. The Rise and the Disappearance of the Order
* 2. The Legend of the Order and its Literary Communication to New England
CHAPTER IV
* 1. Morse Precipitates the Controversy
* 2. Inconclusive Developments of Morse's Second Formal Deliverance
* 3. Morse Submits his Inept Documentary Evidence
* 4. Freemasonry's Embarrassment and Protest
* 5. Attempts of Democrats to Fix the Countercharge of Illuminism upon the Federalists
* Bibliography
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# National Lyrics, and Songs for Music/Books and Flowers

BOOKS AND FLOWERS.
Come, let me make a sunny realm around thee,  Of thought and beauty! Here are books and flowers, With spells to loose the fetter which hath bound thee,  The ravelled coil of this world's feverish hours.
The soul of song is in these deathless pages,  Even as the odour in the flower enshrined; Here the crowned spirits of departed ages  Have left the silent melodies of mind.
Their thoughts, that strove with time, and change, and anguish,  For some high place where faith her wing might rest, Are burning here; a flame that may not languish,  Still pointing upward to that bright hill's crest!
Their grief, the veiled infinity exploring  For treasures lost, is here;—their boundless love Its mighty streams of gentleness outpouring  On all things round, and clasping all above.
And the bright beings, their own heart's creations,  Bright, yet all human, here are breathing still; Conflicts, and agonies, and exultations  Are here, and victories of prevailing will!
Listen, oh! listen, let their high words cheer thee!  Their swan-like music ringing through all woes, Let my voice bring their holy influence near thee,  The Elysian air of their divine repose!
Or wouldst thou turn to earth? Not earth all furrowed  By the old traces of man's toil and care, But the green peaceful world that never sorrowed,  The world of leaves, and dews, and summer air!
Look on these flowers! As o'er an altar shedding,  O'er Milton's page, soft light from coloured urns! They are the links, man's heart to nature wedding,  When to her breast the prodigal returns.
They are from lone wild places, forest dingles,  Fresh banks of many a low voiced hidden stream, Where the sweet star of eve looks down and mingles  Faint lustre with the water-lily's gleam.
They are from where the soft winds play in gladness,  Covering the turf with flowery blossom-showers; —Too richly dowered, O friend! are we for sadness—  Look on an empire—mind and nature—ours!
# National Lyrics, and Songs for Music/Ancient Battle Song

SONGS OF SPAIN*
No. I.
ANCIENT BATTLE SONG.
Fling forth the proud banner of Leon again! Let the high word "Castile" go resounding thro' Spain! And thou, free Asturias, encamp'd on the height, Pour down thy dark sons to the vintage of fight! Wake, wake! the old soil where thy children repose, Sounds hollow and deep to the trampling of foes.
The voices are mighty that swell from the past, With Arragon's cry on the shrill mountain-blast; The ancient Sierras give strength to our tread, Their pines murmur song where bright blood hath been shed. —Fling forth the proud banner of Leon again, And shout ye "Castile! to the rescue for Spain!"
# National Lyrics, and Songs for Music/Bird that art singing on Ebro's Tide

VI.
BIRD, THAT ART SINGING ON EBRO'S SIDE!
Bird, that art singing on Ebro's side, Where myrtle shadows make dim the tide, Doth sorrow dwell midst the leaves with thee? Doth song avail thy full heart to free? —Bird of the midnight's purple sky! Teach me the spell of thy melody.
Bird! is it blighted affection's pain, Whence the sad sweetness flows thro' thy strain? And is the wound of that arrow still'd, When thy lone music the leaves hath fill'd? —Bird of the midnight's purple sky! Teach me the spell of thy melody.
# National Lyrics, and Songs for Music/Brightly hast thou fled

‡ BRIGHTLY HAST THOU FLED.
Brightly, brightly hast thou fled, Ere one grief had bow'd thy head, Brightly didst thou part! With thy young thoughts pure from spot, With thy fond love wasted not, With thy bounding heart.
Ne'er by sorrow to be wet, Calmly smiles thy pale cheek yet, Ere with dust o'erspread: Lilies ne'er by tempest blown, White-rose which no stain hath known, Be about thee shed!
So we give thee to the earth, And the primrose shall have birth O'er thy gentle head; Thou that like a dew-drop, borne On a sudden breeze of morn, Brightly thus hast fled!
# National Lyrics, and Songs for Music/Ancient Greek Chaunt of Victory

ANCIENT GREEK CHAUNT OF VICTORY.
Fill high the bowl with Samian wine, Our virgins dance beneath the shade. Byron.
Io! they come, they come!  Garlands for every shrine! Strike lyres to greet them home;  Bring roses, pour ye wine!
Swell, swell the Dorian flute  Thro' the blue, triumphant sky! Let the Cittern's tone salute  The sons of Victory.
With the offering of bright blood  They have ransomed hearth and tomb, Vineyard, and field, and flood;—  Io! they come, they come!
Sing it where olives wave,  And by the glittering sea, And o'er each hero's grave,—  Sing, sing, the land is free!
Mark ye the flashing oars,  And the spears that light the deep? How the festal sunshine pours  Where the lords of battle sweep!
Each hath brought back his shield;—  Maid, greet thy lover home! Mother, from that proud field,  Io! thy son is come!
Who murmured of the dead?  Hush, boding voice! We know That many a shining head  Lies in its glory low.
Breathe not those names to-day!  They shall have their praise e'er long, And a power all hearts to sway,  In ever-burning song.
But now shed flowers, pour wine,  To hail the conquerors home! Bring wreaths for every shrine—  Io! they come, they come!
# National Lyrics, and Songs for Music/Ancient Spanish Battle Song

ANCIENT SPANISH BATTLE SONG.*
The Moor is on his way! With the tambour-peal and the tecbir-shout,† And the horn o'er the blue seas ringing out,  He hath marshalled his dark array!
 Shout through the vine-clad land! That her sons on all their hills may hear, And sharpen the point of the red wolf spear,  And the sword for the brave man's hand!
Banners are in the field! The chief must rise from his joyous board, And turn from the feast e'er the wine be poured,  And take up his father's shield.
 The Moor is on his way! Let the peasant leave his olive-ground, And the goats roam wild through the pine-woods round—  —There is nobler work to-day!
 Send forth the trumpet's call! Till the bridegroom cast the goblet down, And the marriage-robe and the flowery crown,  And arm in the banquet-hall!
 And stay the funeral-train! Bid the chanted mass be hushed a while, And the bier laid down in the holy aisle,  And the mourners girt for Spain!
Ere night must swords be red! It is not an hour for knells and tears, But for helmets braced, and serried spears!  To-morrow for the dead!
 The Cid is in array! His steed is barbed, his plume waves high, His banner is up in the sunny sky,  Now, joy for the Cross to-day!
* ↑ * Reprinted from the "Siege of Valentia."
* ↑ † Tecbir, the Moorish war-cry.
# National Lyrics, and Songs for Music/A Song of the Rose

A SONG OF THE ROSE.
Cosi fior diverrai che non soggiace All 'acqua, al gelo, al vento ed allo scherno, D' una stagion volubile e fugace; E a piu fido Cultor posto in governo, Unir potrai nella tranquilla pace, Ad eterna Bellezza odore eterno. Pietro Metastasio.
Rose! what dost thou here?  Bridal, royal rose? How, midst grief and fear  Canst thou thus disclose
Rose! too much arrayed  For triumphal hours, Look'st thou thro' the shade  Of these mortal bowers,
As an eagle soaring  Thro' a sunny sky, As a clarion pouring  Notes of victory,
Thoughts of rapture, flushing  Youthful poet's cheek; Thoughts of glory, rushing  Forth in song to break,
Yet, oh! festal rose,  I have seen thee lying In thy bright repose  Pillowed with the dying,
Summer, hope, and love  O'er that bed of pain, Met in thee, yet wove  Too, too frail a chain
Smil'st thou, gorgeous flower?  —Oh! within the spells Of thy beauty's power,  Something dimly dwells,
All the soul forth flowing  In that rich perfume, All the proud life glowing  In that radiant bloom,—
Crown'st thou but the daughters  Of our tearful race? —Heaven's own purest waters  Well might wear the trace
Will that clime enfold thee  With immortal air? Shall we not behold thee  Bright and deathless there?
Yes! my fancy sees thee  In that light disclose, And its dream thus frees thee  From the mist of woes,
# National Lyrics, and Songs for Music/Chorus from the Alcestis of Alfieri

CHORUS.
TRANSLATED FROM THE ALCESTIS OF ALFIERI.
(In the scene where the dying Alcestis has bid farewell to her husband and children.)
(ATTENDANTS OF ALCESTIS.)
Peace, mourners, peace! Be hushed, be silent, in this hour of dread!  Our cries would but increase The sufferer's pangs; let tears unheard be shed,  Cease, voice of weeping, cease!
Sustain, O friend!  Upon thy faithful breast, The head that sinks, with mortal pain opprest!  And thou, assistance lend  To close the languid eye, Still beautiful, in life's last agony.
 Alas! how long a strife! What anguish struggles in the parting breath,  Ere yet immortal life  Be won by death! Death! Death! thy work complete! Let thy sad hour be fleet, Speed, in thy mercy, the releasing sigh!  No more keen pangs impart  To her, the high in heart, The adored Alcestis, worthy ne'er to die.
(ATTENDANTS OF ADMETUS.)
'Tis not enough, oh! no! To hide the scene of anguish from his eyes;  Still must our silent band  Around him watchful stand, And on the mourner ceaseless care bestow, That his ear catch not grief's funereal cries.
 Yet, yet hope is not dead,  All is not lost below, While yet the gods have pity on our woe.  Oft when all joy is fled,  Heaven lends support to those Who on its care in pious hope repose.  Then to the blessed skies Let our submissive prayers in chorus rise.
Pray! pray! pray! What other task have mortals, born to tears, Whom fate controls, with adamantine sway?  O ruler of the spheres! Jove! Jove! enthroned immortally on high,  Our supplication hear!  Nor plunge in bitterest woes, Him, who nor footstep moves, nor lifts his eye,  But as a child, which only knows  Its father to revere.
# National Lyrics, and Songs for Music/And I too in Arcadia

SONGS FOR SUMMER HOURS.
I.
AND I TOO IN ARCADIA.
A celebrated picture of Poussin represents a band of shepherd youths and maidens suddenly checked in their wanderings, and affected with various emotions by the sight of a tomb which bears this inscription—"Et in Arcadia ego."
SONGS FOR SUMMER HOURS.*
I.
AND I TOO IN ARCADIA.
They have wandered in their glee With the butterfly and bee; They have climb'd o'er heathery swells, They have wound thro' forest dells; Mountain moss hath felt their tread, Woodland streams their way have led;
Flowers, in deepest shadowy nooks, Nurslings of the loneliest brooks, Unto them have yielded up Fragrant bell and starry cup: Chaplets are on every brow— —What hath stayed the wanderers now? Lo! a grey and rustic tomb, Bowered amidst the rich wood-gloom ; Whence these words their stricken spirits melt, —"I too, Shepherds! in Arcadia dwelt."
There is many a summer sound That pale sepulchre around; Thro' the shade young birds are glancing, Insect-wings in sun-streaks dancing; Glimpses of blue festal skies Pouring in when soft winds rise; Violets o'er the turf below Shedding out their warmest glow;
Yet a spirit not its own O'er the greenwood now is thrown! Something of an under-note Thro' its music seems to float, Something of a stillness grey Creeps across the laughing day: Something, dimly from those old words felt, —"I too, Shepherds! in Arcadia dwelt."
Was some gentle kindred maid In that grave with dirges laid? Some fair creature, with the tone Of whose voice a joy is gone, Leaving melody and mirth Poorer on this alter'd earth? Is it thus? that so they stand, Dropping flowers from every hand? Flowers, and lyres, and gather'd store Of red wild-fruit prized no more?
—No! from that bright band of morn, Not one link hath yet been torn; 'Tis the shadow of the tomb Falling o'er the summer-bloom, O'er the flush of love and life Passing with a sudden strife; 'Tis the low prophetic breath Murmuring from that house of death, Whose faint whisper thus their hearts can melt, "I too, Shepherds! in Arcadia dwelt."
* ↑ *Of these songs, the ones entitled "Ye are not miss'd, fair Flowers," the "Willow Song," "Leave me not yet," and the "Orange Bough," are in the possession of Mr. Willis, by whom they will be published with music.
* ↑ errata
# National Lyrics, and Songs for Music/By a mountain stream at rest

‡ BY A MOUNTAIN STREAM AT REST.
By a mountain stream at rest,  We found the warrior lying, And around his noble breast  A banner, clasp'd in dying: Dark and still Was every hill,  And the winds of night were sighing.
Last of his noble race,  To a lonely bed we bore him; 'Twas a green, still, solemn place  Where the mountain heath waves o'er him. Woods alone Seem to moan,  Wild streams to deplore him.
Yet, from festive hall and lay  Our sad thoughts oft are flying, To those dark hills far away,  Where in death we found him lying; On his breast A banner press'd,  And the night-wind o'er him sighing.
# Nicene and Post-Nicene Fathers: Series I/Volume VIII/Expositions on the Book of Psalms/Psalm XXIII

Psalm XXIII.
A psalm of David himself.
1. The Church speaks to Christ: “The Lord feedeth me, and I shall lack nothing” (ver. 1). The Lord Jesus Christ is my Shepherd, “and I shall lack nothing.”
2. “In a place of pasture there hath He placed me” (ver. 2). In a place of fresh pasture, leading me to faith, there hath He placed me to be nourished. “By the water of refreshing hath He brought me up.” By the water of baptism, whereby they are refreshed who have lost health and strength, hath He brought me up.
3. “He hath converted my soul: He hath led me forth in the paths of righteousness, for His Name’s sake” (ver. 3). He hath brought me forth in the narrow ways, wherein few walk, of His righteousness; not for my merit’s sake, but for His Name’s sake.
4. “Yea, though I walk in the midst of the shadow of death” (ver. 4). Yea, though I walk in the midst of this life, which is the shadow of death. “I will fear no evil, for Thou art with me.” I will fear no evil, for Thou dwellest in my heart by faith: and Thou art now with me, that after the shadow of death I too may be with Thee. “Thy rod and Thy staff, they have comforted me.” Thy discipline, like a rod for a flock of sheep, and like a staff for children of some size, and growing out of the natural into spiritual life, they have not been grievous to me; rather have they comforted me: because Thou art mindful of me.
5. “Thou hast prepared a table in my sight, against them that trouble me” (ver. 5). Now after the rod, whereby, whilst a little one, and living the natural life, I was brought up among the flock in the pastures; after that rod, I say, when I began to be under the staff, Thou hast prepared a table in my sight, that I should no more be fed as a babe with milk, but being older should take meat, strengthened against them that trouble me. “Thou hast fattened my head with oil.” Thou hast gladdened my mind with spiritual joy. “And Thy inebriating cup, how excellent is it!” And Thy cup yielding forgetfulness of former vain delights, how excellent is it!
6. “And Thy mercy shall follow me all the days of my life:” that is, as long as I live in this mortal life, not Thine, but mine. “That I may dwell in the house of the Lord for length of days” (ver. 6). Now Thy mercy shall follow me not here only, but also that I may dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.

## Footnotes

* ↑ Lat. XXII.
* ↑ Pascuæ incipientis.
* ↑ [Note this very comprehensive comment on the real meaning of the valley.—C.]
* ↑ 1 Cor. iii. 2.
* ↑ [He applies the figures of ver. 5 and here to the Lord’s Table, the chrism (i.e., confirmation), and the Church in time and eternity.—C.]
# Nicene and Post-Nicene Fathers: Series I/Volume XII/Series Title

LIBRARY
OF THE
NICENE AND
POST-NICENE FATHERS
OF
THE CHRISTIAN CHURCH.
EDITED BY
PHILIP SCHAFF, D.D., LL.D.,
PROFESSOR OF CHURCH HISTORY IN THE UNION THEOLOGICAL SEMINARY, NEW YORK.
IN CONNECTION WITH A NUMBER OF PATRISTIC SCHOLARS OF EUROPE AND AMERICA.
VOLUME XII
SAINT CHRYSOSTOM:
HOMILIES ON THE EPISTLES OF PAUL TO THE CORINTHIANS
T&T CLARK
EDINBURGH
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WM. B. EERDMANS PUBLISHING COMPANY
GRAND RAPIDS, MICHIGAN
# Nicene and Post-Nicene Fathers: Series I/Volume XIII

See Nicene and Post-Nicene Fathers: Series I for details of authorship.

## Contents

* Title Page
* St. Chrysostom as a Homilist
* On Galatians and Ephesians
** Title Page
** Preface
** On Galatians
** On Ephesians
* On Philippians, Colossians, and Thessalonians
** Title Page
** Preface
** On Philippians
** On Colossians
** On First Thessalonians
** On 2 Thessalonians
* On Timothy, Titus, and Philemon
** Title Page
** Preface
** On 1 Timothy
** On 2 Timothy
** On Titus
** On Philemon
* Indexes [not included]
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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# Nicene and Post-Nicene Fathers: Series I/Volume XIII/On Galatians and Ephesians/On Ephesians
## Contents

* The Argument
* Ephesians 1:1--2
* Ephesians 1:11-14
* Ephesians 1:15-20
* Ephesians 2:1-3
* Ephesians 2:11,12
* Ephesians 2:17-22
* Ephesians 3:8-11
* Ephesians 4:1,2
* Ephesians 4:1-3
* Ephesians 4:4
* Ephesians 4:4-7
* Ephesians 4:17
* Ephesians 4:17-19
* Ephesians 4:25-27
* Ephesians 4.31
* Ephesians 4:31,32
* Ephesians 4:32; 5:1
* Ephesians 5:5,6
* Ephesians 5:15,16,17
* Ephesians 5:22-24
* Ephesians 6:1-3
* Ephesians 6:5-8
* Ephesians 6:14
* Ephesians 6:14-17
# Nicene and Post-Nicene Fathers: Series I/Volume XII/Title Page

the homilies of St. john Chrysostom
archbishop of constantinople,
on the
EPISTLES OF PAUL TO THE CORINTHIANS
THE OXFORD TRANSLATION
revised with ADDITIONAL notes
by
rev. TALBOT W. CHAMBERS, d.d.,
PASTOR OF THE COLLEGIATE REFORMED DUTCH CHURCH, NEW YORK.
# Nicene and Post-Nicene Fathers: Series I/Volume XIII/On Galatians and Ephesians
## Contents

* Title Page
* Preface
* On Galatians
* On Ephesians
# Nicene and Post-Nicene Fathers: Series I/Volume IV/Donatist Controversy/On Baptism/Book VII/Chapter 35

Chapter 35.—68. Pudentianus of Cuiculi said: "My recent ordination to the episcopate induced me, brethren, to wait and hear what my elders would decide. For it is plain that heresies have and can have nothing; and so, if any come from them, it is determined righteously that they should be baptized."
69. As, therefore, we have already answered those who went before, for whose judgment this man was waiting, so be it understood that we have answered himself.

## Footnotes

* ↑ Cuiculi was in ecclesiastical province of Numidia.
* ↑ Conc. Carth. sec. 71.