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# Journal of Discourses/Volume 26

Journal of Discourses Volume 26
BY PRESIDENT JOHN TAYLOR, HIS COUNSELORS, THE TWELVE APOSTLES AND OTHERS.
REPORTED BY GEO. F. GIBBS, JOHN IRVINE AND OTHERS.
RESPECTFULLY DEDICATED TO THE LATTER-DAY SAINTS IN ALL THE WORLD.
VOL. XXVI.
ENTERED AT STATIONERS' HALL.
LIVERPOOL: PRINTED AND PUBLISHED BY DANIEL H. WELLS, 42, ISLINGTON.
LONDON: LATTER-DAY SAINTS' BOOK DEPOT, 19, SUTHERLAND STREET, PIMLICO, LONDON, S. W.
1886
Preface
BY the blessing of our Heavenly Father we are enabled to present to our readers Volume Twenty-six of the JOURNAL of DISCOURSES.
It will not be less appreciated because its completion has been some what delayed by the unsettled condition of things in Utah, caused by persecution. The First Presidency and many of the Apostles have had to partially withdraw from public life to avoid the consequences of mock trials and packed juries with which a prejudiced and wicked judiciary are seeking to harass the servants of God, and hence public discourses by these brethren have lately been rare.
But while power is thus given to our enemies for a little season, when the purposes of the Almighty have been accomplished thereby, this temporary cloud will pass away and leave Zion purer, freer and more powerful than before.
THE PUBLISHER
* The Second Coming of Our Savior—Preaching of the Gospel and the Signs Following—The Gathering—Hatred of the World Toward the Latter-day Saints—No Power Can Overthrow the Work of God—Exhortations to Faithfulness by George Q. Cannon (39-47)
* Visit to the South—Testimony Obtained from God—Necessity and Benefits of Prayer by George Teasdale (48-54)
* Remarks by President John Taylor by John Taylor (346-363)
* No Prominent Latter-day Saint Who Lives His Religion Need Expect Justice in the Courts—The Same Sacrifices May be Required of Modern as of Ancient Apostles—The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints Established by Divine Revelation—We Will be Made Perfect by Suffering—Our Character as Latter-day Saints Must be Preserved Inviolate—Visit of Jesus to Kirtland Temple—Farewell by Lorenzo Snow (364-369)
# Land v. Dollar (330 U.S. 731)

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United States Supreme Court
330 U.S. 731
Land v. Dollar
Argued: Feb. 11, 12, 1947. --- Decided: April 7, 1947
[Syllabus from pages 731-733 intentionally omitted]
Mr. Paul A. Sweeney, of Washington, D.C., for petitioners.
Mr. Gregory A. Harrison, of San Francisco, Cal., for respondents.
Mr. Justice DOUGLAS delivered the opinion of the Court.

## Notes

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# Land of Hope and Glory

"Land of Hope and Glory" is an English patriotic song, written by Edward Elgar with words by A. C. Benson. It is particularly noted for being played on the occasion of the Last Night of the Proms amidst much flag-waving. The song is also used as the anthem of England at the Commonwealth Games; England does not have a national anthem of its own. The music to which the words below are set is a theme from Sir Edward Elgar's Pomp and Circumstance March No. 1.

## Lyrics

1
    Dear Land of Hope, thy hope is crowned.
    God make thee mightier yet!
    On Sov'reign brows, beloved, renowned,
    Once more thy crown is set.
    Thine equal laws, by Freedom gained,
    Have ruled thee well and long;
    By Freedom gained, by Truth maintained,
    Thine Empire shall be strong.
2
    Land of Hope and Glory,
    Mother of the Free,
    How shall we extol thee,
    Who are born of thee?
    Wider still and wider
    Shall thy bounds be set;
    God, who made thee mighty,
    Make thee mightier yet.
3
    Thy fame is ancient as the days,
    As Ocean large and wide
    A pride that dares, and heeds not praise,
    A stern and silent pride
    Not that false joy that dreams content
    With what our sires have won;
    The blood a hero sire hath spent
    Still nerves a hero son.

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# Land of my Fathers

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* "Hen Wlad Fy Nhadau" (Land of my Fathers) by Evan James and James James, unofficial national anthem of Wales
* "Land of my Fathers" by John Leyden, Scottish patriotic song
# Land in the Ocean/Gentlemen of England

GENTLEMEN OF ENGLAND.
# Land v. Dollar

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# Land in the Ocean/The All of Life

THE ALL OF LIFE.
# Les Misérables/Volume 4/Book Eleventh/Chapter 6

The band augmented every moment. Near the Rue des Billettes, a man of lofty stature, whose hair was turning gray, and whose bold and daring mien was remarked by Courfeyrac, Enjolras, and Combeferre, but whom none of them knew, joined them. Gavroche, who was occupied in singing, whistling, humming, running on ahead and pounding on the shutters of the shops with the butt of his triggerless pistol; paid no attention to this man.
It chanced that in the Rue de la Verrerie, they passed in front of Courfeyrac's door.
"This happens just right," said Courfeyrac, "I have forgotten my purse, and I have lost my hat."
He quitted the mob and ran up to his quarters at full speed. He seized an old hat and his purse.
He also seized a large square coffer, of the dimensions of a large valise, which was concealed under his soiled linen.
As he descended again at a run, the portress hailed him:--
"Monsieur de Courfeyrac!"
"What's your name, portress?"
The portress stood bewildered.
"Why, you know perfectly well, I'm the concierge; my name is Mother Veuvain."
"Well, if you call me Monsieur de Courfeyrac again, I shall call you Mother de Veuvain. Now speak, what's the matter? What do you want?"
"There is some one who wants to speak with you."
"Who is it?"
"I don't know."
"Where is he?"
"In my lodge."
"The devil!" ejaculated Courfeyrac.
"But the person has been waiting your return for over an hour," said the portress.
At the same time, a sort of pale, thin, small, freckled, and youthful artisan, clad in a tattered blouse and patched trousers of ribbed velvet, and who had rather the air of a girl accoutred as a man than of a man, emerged from the lodge and said to Courfeyrac in a voice which was not the least in the world like a woman's voice:--
"Monsieur Marius, if you please."
"He is not here."
"Will he return this evening?"
"I know nothing about it."
And Courfeyrac added:--
"For my part, I shall not return."
The young man gazed steadily at him and said:--
"Why not?"
"Because."
"Where are you going, then?"
"What business is that of yours?"
"Would you like to have me carry your coffer for you?"
"I am going to the barricades."
"Would you like to have me go with you?"
"If you like!" replied Courfeyrac. "The street is free, the pavements belong to every one."
And he made his escape at a run to join his friends. When he had rejoined them, he gave the coffer to one of them to carry. It was only a quarter of an hour after this that he saw the young man, who had actually followed them.
A mob does not go precisely where it intends. We have explained that a gust of wind carries it away. They overshot Saint-Merry and found themselves, without precisely knowing how, in the Rue Saint-Denis.
# Les Misérables/Volume 4/Book Fifteenth/Chapter 3

Jean Valjean went into the house with Marius' letter.
He groped his way up the stairs, as pleased with the darkness as an owl who grips his prey, opened and shut his door softly, listened to see whether he could hear any noise,--made sure that, to all appearances, Cosette and Toussaint were asleep, and plunged three or four matches into the bottle of the Fumade lighter before he could evoke a spark, so greatly did his hand tremble. What he had just done smacked of theft. At last the candle was lighted; he leaned his elbows on the table, unfolded the paper, and read.
In violent emotions, one does not read, one flings to the earth, so to speak, the paper which one holds, one clutches it like a victim, one crushes it, one digs into it the nails of one's wrath, or of one's joy; one hastens to the end, one leaps to the beginning; attention is at fever heat; it takes up in the gross, as it were, the essential points; it seizes on one point, and the rest disappears. In Marius' note to Cosette, Jean Valjean saw only these words:--
"I die. When thou readest this, my soul will be near thee."
In the presence of these two lines, he was horribly dazzled; he remained for a moment, crushed, as it were, by the change of emotion which was taking place within him, he stared at Marius' note with a sort of intoxicated amazement, he had before his eyes that splendor, the death of a hated individual.
He uttered a frightful cry of inward joy. So it was all over. The catastrophe had arrived sooner than he had dared to hope. The being who obstructed his destiny was disappearing. That man had taken himself off of his own accord, freely, willingly. This man was going to his death, and he, Jean Valjean, had had no hand in the matter, and it was through no fault of his. Perhaps, even, he is already dead. Here his fever entered into calculations. No, he is not dead yet. The letter had evidently been intended for Cosette to read on the following morning; after the two discharges that were heard between eleven o'clock and midnight, nothing more has taken place; the barricade will not be attacked seriously until daybreak; but that makes no difference, from the moment when "that man" is concerned in this war, he is lost; he is caught in the gearing. Jean Valjean felt himself delivered. So he was about to find himself alone with Cosette once more. The rivalry would cease; the future was beginning again. He had but to keep this note in his pocket. Cosette would never know what had become of that man. All that there requires to be done is to let things take their own course. This man cannot escape. If he is not already dead, it is certain that he is about to die. What good fortune!
Having said all this to himself, he became gloomy.
Then he went down stairs and woke up the porter.
About an hour later, Jean Valjean went out in the complete costume of a National Guard, and with his arms. The porter had easily found in the neighborhood the wherewithal to complete his equipment. He had a loaded gun and a cartridge-box filled with cartridges.
He strode off in the direction of the markets.
# Les Misérables/Volume 4/Book Fifth

Chapters:
* Chapter 1: Solitude and Barracks Combined
* Chapter 2: Cosette's Apprehensions
* Chapter 3: Enriched with Commentaries by Toussaint
* Chapter 4: A Heart beneath a Stone
* Chapter 5: Cosette after the Letter
* Chapter 6: Old People are made to go out opportunely
# Les Misérables/Volume 4/Book Eleventh/Chapter 5

Let us recount what had taken place.
Enjolras and his friends had been on the Boulevard Bourdon, near the public storehouses, at the moment when the dragoons had made their charge. Enjolras, Courfeyrac, and Combeferre were among those who had taken to the Rue Bassompierre, shouting: "To the barricades!" In the Rue Lesdiguieres they had met an old man walking along. What had attracted their attention was that the goodman was walking in a zig-zag, as though he were intoxicated. Moreover, he had his hat in his hand, although it had been raining all the morning, and was raining pretty briskly at the very time. Courfeyrac had recognized Father Mabeuf. He knew him through having many times accompanied Marius as far as his door. As he was acquainted with the peaceful and more than timid habits of the old beadle-book-collector, and was amazed at the sight of him in the midst of that uproar, a couple of paces from the cavalry charges, almost in the midst of a fusillade, hatless in the rain, and strolling about among the bullets, he had accosted him, and the following dialogue had been exchanged between the rioter of fire and the octogenarian:--
"M. Mabeuf, go to your home."
"Why?"
"There's going to be a row."
"That's well."
"Thrusts with the sword and firing, M. Mabeuf."
"That is well."
"Firing from cannon."
"That is good. Where are the rest of you going?"
"We are going to fling the government to the earth."
"That is good."
And he had set out to follow them. From that moment forth he had not uttered a word. His step had suddenly become firm; artisans had offered him their arms; he had refused with a sign of the head. He advanced nearly to the front rank of the column, with the movement of a man who is marching and the countenance of a man who is sleeping.
"What a fierce old fellow!" muttered the students. The rumor spread through the troop that he was a former member of the Convention,-- an old regicide. The mob had turned in through the Rue de la Verrerie.
Little Gavroche marched in front with that deafening song which made of him a sort of trumpet.
He sang:
They directed their course towards Saint-Merry.
[46] Here is the morn appearing. When shall we go to the forest, Charlot asked Charlotte. Tou, tou, tou, for Chatou, I have but one God, one King, one half-farthing, and one boot. And these two poor little wolves were as tipsy as sparrows from having drunk dew and thyme very early in the morning. And these two poor little things were as drunk as thrushes in a vineyard; a tiger laughed at them in his cave. The one cursed, the other swore. When shall we go to the forest? Charlot asked Charlotte.
# Les Misérables/Volume 4/Book Fifteenth

Chapters:
* Chapter 1: A Drinker is a Babbler
* Chapter 2: The Street Urchin an Enemy of Light
* Chapter 3: While Cosette and Toussaint are Asleep
* Chapter 4: Gavroche's Excess of Zeal
# Latter Day Saints' Messenger and Advocate/Volume 3/Number 5

Source document in Mormon Publications: 19th and 20th Centuries online archive: Messenger and Advocate Vol. 3 Note: Some headings and bracketed texts are editorial and not part of the original text.
LATTER DAY SAINTS' :
| MESSENGER AND ADVOCATE |||
| Volume III. No. 5.] | KIRTLAND, OHIO, FEBRUARY, 1837. | [Whole No. 29. |
* Commentary on 2nd Corinthians 5:7 by Wilford Woodruff
* Commentary on Ephesians 4:5 by Editor
* Commentary on Amos 3:7
* ANCIENT HISTORY by Editor
* YOUNG MEN OF KIRTLAND by S. W. Denton
* EDUCATION by Hannah Moore

## Messenger and Advocate

* Editorials
* NOTICE
* To the Presidents and Counselors of all the quorums of the Church of Latter Day Saints
* THE PHILOSOPHY OF RELIGION
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* THE LATTER DAY SAINTS'
* Messenger and Advocate,
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* J. SMITH, Jr. & S. RIGDON,
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# Latter Day Saints' Messenger and Advocate/Volume 3/Number 4/Letter to Oliver Cowdery from Erastus Snow (Dec. 30, 1836)

Kirtland, Dec. 30, 1836.
Pres. O. COWDERY:
Sir,—I left Kirtland on the 16th day of April last, and returned again last evening, (Dec. 29) having been absent a period of eight months and fourteen days. During this time I have been laboring entirely alone, in the western part of Pennsylvania.—But my heavenly Father has been with me, and given me power over much and heavy opposition; for I have often met with it, especially among the priests, that wear long faces. I have travelled about 1600 miles, back and forth; preached 220 sermons; obtained 20 subscribers for your interesting paper, and baptized 50 persons. I, thro' the grace of God, started one branch in Brush Valley township, Indiana county; one in Plumb Creek township, Armstrong county, and a third on the corners of Venango, Mercer and Butler counties. The work seems to be gaining ground fast wherever I have travelled; and I have often had calls for preaching 20 and 30 miles off, in every direction; and had about six to where I could fill one. I wish the Elders travelling east, would call and visit my brethren, and spread the word of life still more thoroughly through that country.
Yours in the bonds of the everlasting covenant.
ERASTUS SNOW.
# Journal of the Straits Branch of the Royal Asiatic Society/Volume 78/The Tomb of Mansur Shah
## The Tomb of Mansur Shah, Sultan of Malacca, 1459-? 1475 A. D.

By R. O. Winstedt.
(With two plates)
When I was last in Europe, Mr. Blagden gave me a transcript of the inscription on a tomb purporting to be that of Sultan Mansur Shah, one of the rulers of Malacca before the advent of the Portuguese. Mr. Hervey had got two the inscriptions transcribed and had told Mr. Blagden that the tomb still existed. Mr. Blagden asked me if I could trace, it. On a visit to Malacca, I found the two stones of the tomb placed against the wall of the Residency: Mr. Wolferstan kindly arranged for them to be photographed and undertook to take steps for their preservation. The photographs have been reproduced for its Journal.
An account of Sultan Mansur Shah's reign will be found on pp. 24-26 of Wilkinson's "History, Part I" in the Papers on Malay Subjects" (F. M. S. Govt. Press, Kuala Lumpur).
According to Hervey's version, the inscription of the face at the bottom (or left) of Plate I should be deciphered as follows:—
"Hadze raudzat al-mukaddasat wa'l-daulat al-tamih, al-matharat al-Sultan al-munawar al-adil al-malik al-badzil al-Sultan al-marhum Mansur Shah, kad antakala min dar al-mahal ila dar al-wirad yaum al-arbaa sanat dua Rajab wa thamanin wa thaman mi'ah."
The translation is.
"This is the tomb of the illustrious high and righteous glorious and just Sultan, the beneficent prince, the ruler loved of God, Mansur Shah. He departed this mortal abode for the abode of bliss on Wednesday, the second day of the month of Rejab in the year of the Hegira 880."
The inscription on the two edges of the tomb is deciphered:— which means
"Al-asma' al-dufana' al-Sultan al-Ali."
"The name of the deceased, the most exalted Sultan."
The 2nd of Rějab 880 A.II. = Wednesday, Nov. 1, 1475 A.D. But unfortunately the bottom line of the inscription would seem to have been chipped and damaged since Hervey's day. If the date is correct, the tomb will be the oldest known relic in Malacca, perhaps with the exception of the Hindu makara at the foot of the Residency hill.
​It is fair to add that a local Arab pundit to whom photos of the tomb were submitted could not make the above version out of the inscription and failed to give an intelligible interpretation. It would require a scholar acquainted with the carved Arabic script of that period to give a final interpretation: possibly Hervey got his version from such a scholar but there is no record. The hole in the other stone finds a parallel in the hole of the Pengkalan Kempas tomb.
TOMBSTONE OF SULTAN MANSUR.
TOMBSTONE OF SULTAN MANSUR.
# Journal of the Straits Branch of the Royal Asiatic Society/Volume 81

​[No. 81]
JOURNAL
of the
Straits Branch
of the
Royal Asiatic Society
MARCH 1920.
SINGAPORE:
Printed at the Methodist Publishing House.
1920.
page
# Journal of the Straits Branch of the Royal Asiatic Society/Volume 79/Time of Sunrise and Sunset at Singapore and Penang throughout the Year
## Time of Sunrise and Sunset at Singapore and Penang throughout the Year.

By H. Marriott.
Accompanying this note is a chart showing the times of sunrise. and sunset at Singapore and Penang throughout the year.
Each space on the chart represents horizontally an interval of five days and vertically one minute.
A dotted curve shows the 'equation of time' (i.e. the difference between apparent solar time as indicated by a sun-dial and mean- time as recorded by the clock). Bearing in mind that by using the standard time of the 105th degree of longitude instead of that of our own longitude of 103° 50', our clocks in Singapore are 4 minutes 10 seconds ahead of the true time, this dotted line shows how very small is the variation due to our small northern latitude. In Penang the corresponding amount of 'daylight saving' is 18 minutes 36 seconds. but in addition there is quite an appreciable variation on account of latitude. In Singapore the difference be- tween the lengths of the longest and shortest days in the year is only about 9 minutes, in Penang the difference is 36 1/2 minutes. At both places there are two maxima and two minima in the curves, but while in Singapore the longest evenings are in February and are entirely caused by the 'equation of time', in Penang the effect of latitude is sufficient to make the evenings longer in July than in February.
The times calculated are the Singapore standard times at which the centre of the sun's disc is visible on the horizon to an observer at the sea level, allowance being made for the fact that owing to refraction the sun is visible when in reality it is 36' below the horizon.
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# Journal of the Straits Branch of the Royal Asiatic Society/Volume 80

​[No. 80]
JOURNAL
of the
Straits Branch
of the
Royal Asiatic Society
MAY 1919.
SINGAPORE:
Printed at the Methodist Publishing House.
1919.
page
# Journal of the Straits Branch of the Royal Asiatic Society/Volume 79

​[No. 79]
JOURNAL
of the
Straits Branch
of the
Royal Asiatic Society
September, 1918.
SINGAPORE:
Printed at the Methodist Publishing House.
1918.
page
# Leaves of Grass (1882)/Songs of Parting/Portals

PORTALS.
What are those of the known but to ascend and enter the Unknown? And what are those of life but for Death?
# Leaves of Grass (1882)/Songs of Parting/These Carols

THESE CAROLS.
These carols sung to cheer my passage through the world I see, For completion I dedicate to the Invisible World.
# Leaves of Grass (1882)/Songs of Parting/My Legacy

MY LEGACY.
The business man the acquirer vast, After assiduous years surveying results, preparing for departure, Devises houses and lands to his children, bequeaths stocks, goods, funds for a school or hospital, Leaves money to certain companions to buy tokens, souvenirs of gems and gold.
But I, my life surveying, closing, ​With nothing to show to devise from its idle years, Nor houses nor lands, nor tokens of gems or gold for my friends, Yet certain remembrances of the war for you, and after you, And little souvenirs of camps and soldiers, with my love, I bind together and bequeath in this bundle of songs.