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# Middlemarch

Middlemarch is a novel by George Eliot (pen name of Mary Ann Evans). It was first published in 1871 to 1872. It is set in the 1830s in Middlemarch, a fictional provincial town in England, based on Coventry. Widely seen as Eliot's greatest work, it is considered by many scholars to be one of the most important novels of the Victorian era. Warning: template has been deprecated.
* First Edition (transcription volumes: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8)
* "Middlemarch (First Edition Rebound)", 1871. (transcription volumes: 1, 2, 3, 4) This edition reproduces the rebound version of the first edition known as either 1a or 1b (Guinea Edition) printed from the stereotype plates used for the first edition. It contains some corrections of errata.
* "Middlemarch (Second (Cheap) Edition)", 1874 This edition reproduces the Second Edition (also known as the Cheap Edition) that is the basis of most modern reprints, such as the Clarendon and Norton editions.
* Third Edition (Cabinet Edition) (transcription volumes: 1, 2, 3) There is no evidence that George Eliot contributed to this printing and it is generally disregarded.
# Middlemarch (1871)

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MIDDLEMARCH
A
STUDY OF PROVINCIAL LIFE
BY
GEORGE ELIOT
WILLIAM BLACKWOOD AND SONS EDINBURGH AND LONDON MDCCCLXXI
CONTENTS OF THE FIRST VOLUME.
CONTENTS OF THE SECOND VOLUME.
CONTENTS OF THE THIRD VOLUME.
CONTENTS OF THE FOURTH VOLUME.
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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# Middlemarch (1871)/Book 1

MIDDLEMARCH
BOOK I.
MISS BROOKE
* Chapter 1
* Chapter 2
* Chapter 3
* Chapter 4
* Chapter 5
* Chapter 6
* Chapter 7
* Chapter 8
* Chapter 9
* Chapter 10
* Chapter 11
* Chapter 12
# Middlemarch (1871)/Book 2

MIDDLEMARCH
BOOK II.
OLD AND YOUNG
* Chapter 13
* Chapter 14
* Chapter 15
* Chapter 16
* Chapter 17
* Chapter 18
* Chapter 19
* Chapter 20
* Chapter 21
* Chapter 22
# Middle Aged Love Stories/end matter

​more before we go in!” called the pink girl.
“Here’s Mr. Varian. Come and help us out—the colonel’s beaten!” added Mrs. Dud.
“Here, puss! here, puss!” With excited little shrieks and laughs they dashed by, the colonel making ineffectual grabs at their elusive skirts. Varian shook his head good-naturedly.
“Too late, too late!” he called back, and taking pity on the puffing, purple colonel, he bore him off.
“Thank God! I’m just about winded! I’d have dropped in my tracks,” complained the rescued man, breathing hard as they rounded the shrubbery. In the corner two figures, half seen in the dark, leaned toward each other an imperceptible moment. The colonel laughed contentedly.
“When I see that sort of thing, I think we’ve made a mistake—eh, Varian?” he said, half serious. “It’s ​a poor job, getting old alone. Live at the club, visit here and there, make yourself agreeable to get asked again, nobody to care if you’re sick, always play the other fellow’s game—little monotonous after a while, eh?”
Varian nodded. “Right enough,” he said.
“Different ending to their route!” suggested the colonel, jerking his elbow back toward the two in the shrubbery.
“That’s it!” The answer was laconic, but the pictures that swept through his brain took on a precision and color that half frightened him.
He had no idea how frequently he dropped in at the little court behind the hedge after that. Sometimes he sat and mused alone there; more than once he took a surreptitious afternoon nap. He developed a dormant fancy for gardening, and walked with his new-old friend contentedly among the deserted garden paths. He studied her hair especially,
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# Nicene and Post-Nicene Fathers: Series I/Volume II/City of God/Book XIX/Chapter 10

Chapter 10.—The Reward Prepared for the Saints After They Have Endured the Trial of This Life.
But not even the saints and faithful worshippers of the one true and most high God are safe from the manifold temptations and deceits of the demons. For in this abode of weakness, and in these wicked days, this state of anxiety has also its use, stimulating us to seek with keener longing for that security where peace is complete and unassailable. There we shall enjoy the gifts of nature, that is to say, all that God the Creator of all natures has bestowed upon ours,—gifts not only good, but eternal,—not only of the spirit, healed now by wisdom, but also of the body renewed by the resurrection. There the virtues shall no longer be struggling against any vice or evil, but shall enjoy the reward of victory, the eternal peace which no adversary shall disturb. This is the final blessedness, this the ultimate consummation, the unending end. Here, indeed, we are said to be blessed when we have such peace as can be enjoyed in a good life; but such blessedness is mere misery compared to that final felicity. When we mortals possess such peace as this mortal life can afford, virtue, if we are living rightly, makes a right use of the advantages of this peaceful condition; and when we have it not, virtue makes a good use even of the evils a man suffers. But this is true virtue,
when it refers all the advantages it makes a good use of, and all that it does in making good use of good and evil things, and itself also, to that end in which we shall enjoy the best and greatest peace possible.
# Nicene and Post-Nicene Fathers: Series I/Volume II/City of God/Book XIX

Book XIX.
Argument—In this book the end of the two cities, the earthly and the heavenly, is discussed.  Augustin reviews the opinions of the philosophers regarding the supreme good, and their vain efforts to make for themselves a happiness in this life; and, while he refutes these, he takes occasion to show what the peace and happiness belonging to the heavenly city, or the people of Christ, are both now and hereafter.

## Contents

* Chapter 1
* Chapter 2
* Chapter 3
* Chapter 4
* Chapter 5
* Chapter 6
* Chapter 7
* Chapter 8
* Chapter 9
* Chapter 10
* Chapter 11
* Chapter 12
* Chapter 13
* Chapter 14
* Chapter 15
* Chapter 16
* Chapter 17
* Chapter 18
* Chapter 19
* Chapter 20
* Chapter 21
* Chapter 22
* Chapter 23
* Chapter 24
* Chapter 25
* Chapter 26
* Chapter 27
* Chapter 28
# Nicene and Post-Nicene Fathers: Series I/Volume II/City of God/Book XIX/Chapter 11

Chapter 11.—Of the Happiness of the Eternal Peace, Which Constitutes the End or True Perfection of the Saints.
And thus we may say of peace, as we have said of eternal life, that it is the end of our good; and the rather because the Psalmist says of the city of God, the subject of this laborious work, “Praise the Lord, O Jerusalem; praise thy God, O Zion: for He hath strengthened the bars of thy gates; He hath blessed thy children within thee; who hath made thy borders peace.” For when the bars of her gates shall be strengthened, none shall go in or come out from her; consequently we ought to understand the peace of her borders as that final peace we are wishing to declare. For even the mystical name of the city itself, that is, Jerusalem, means, as I have already said, “Vision of Peace.” But as the word peace is employed in connection with things in this world in which certainly life eternal has no place, we have preferred to call the end or supreme good of this city life eternal rather than peace. Of this end the apostle says, “But now, being freed from sin, and become servants to God, ye have your fruit unto holiness, and the end life eternal.” But, on the other hand, as those who are not familiar with Scripture may suppose that the life of the wicked is eternal life, either because of the immortality of the soul, which some of the philosophers even have recognized, or because of the endless punishment of the wicked, which forms a part of our faith, and which seems impossible unless the wicked live for ever, it may therefore be advisable, in order that every one may readily understand what we mean, to say that the end or supreme good of this city is either peace in eternal life, or eternal life in peace. For peace is a good so great, that even in this earthly and mortal life there is no word we hear with such pleasure, nothing we desire with such zest, or find to be more thoroughly gratifying. So that if we dwell for a little longer on this subject, we shall not, in my opinion, be wearisome to our readers, who will attend both for the sake of understanding what is the end of this city of which we speak, and for the sake of the sweetness of peace which is dear to all.

## Footnotes

* ↑ Ps. cxlvii. 12–14.
* ↑ Rom. vi. 22.
# Nicene and Post-Nicene Fathers: Series I/Volume II/City of God/Book XIX/Chapter 16

Chapter 16.—Of Equitable Rule.
And therefore, although our righteous fathers had slaves, and administered their domestic affairs so as to distinguish between the condition of slaves and the heirship of sons in regard to the blessings of this life, yet in regard to the worship of God, in whom we hope for eternal blessings, they took an equally loving oversight of all the members of their household. And this is so much in accordance with the natural order, that the head of the household was called paterfamilias; and this name has been so generally accepted, that even those whose rule is unrighteous are glad to apply it to themselves.
But those who are true fathers of their households desire and endeavor that all the members of their household, equally with their own children, should worship and win God, and should come to that heavenly home in which the duty of ruling men is no longer necessary, because the duty of caring for their everlasting happiness has also ceased; but, until they reach that home, masters ought to feel their position of authority a greater burden than servants their service. And if any member of the family interrupts the domestic peace by disobedience, he is corrected either by word or blow, or some kind of just and legitimate punishment, such as society permits, that he may himself be the better for it, and be readjusted to the family harmony from which he had dislocated himself. For as it is not benevolent to give a man help at the expense of some greater benefit he might receive, so it is not innocent to spare a man at the risk of his falling into graver sin. To be innocent, we must not only do harm to no man, but also restrain him from sin or punish his sin, so that either the man himself who is punished may profit by his experience, or others be warned by his example.  Since, then, the house ought to be the beginning or element of the city, and every beginning bears reference to some end of its own kind, and every element to the integrity of the whole of which it is an element, it follows plainly enough that domestic peace has a relation to civic peace,—in other words, that the well-ordered concord of domestic obedience and domestic rule has a relation to the well-ordered concord of civic obedience and civic rule. And therefore it follows, further, that the father of the family ought to frame his domestic rule in accordance with the law of the city, so that the household may be in harmony with the civic order.

## Footnotes

* ↑ The patriarchs.
# Moby-Dick (1851) US edition/Chapter 117

CHAPTER CXVII.
the whale watch.
The four whales slain that evening had died wide apart; one, far to windward; one, less distant, to leeward; one ahead; one astern. These last three were brought alongside ere nightfall; but the windward one could not be reached till morning; and ​the boat that had killed it lay by its side all night; and that boat was Ahab’s.
The waif-pole was thrust upright into the dead whale’s spout-hole; and the lantern hanging from its top, cast a troubled flickering glare upon the black, glossy back, and far out upon the midnight waves, which gently chafed the whale’s broad flank, like soft surf upon a beach.
Ahab and all his boat’s crew seemed asleep but the Parsee; who crouching in the bow, sat watching the sharks, that spectrally played round the whale, and tapped the light cedar planks with their tails. A sound like the moaning in squadrons over Asphaltites of unforgiven ghosts of Gomorrah, ran shuddering through the air.
Started from his slumbers, Ahab, face to face, saw the Parsee; and hooped round by the gloom of the night they seemed the last men in a flooded world. “I have dreamed it again,” said he.
“Of the hearses? Have I not said, old man, that neither hearse nor coffin can be thine?”
“And who are hearsed that die on the sea?”
“But I said, old man, that ere thou couldst die on this voyage, two hearses must verily be seen by thee on the sea ; the first not made by mortal hands; and the visible wood of the last one must be grown in America.”
“Aye, aye! a strange sight that, Parsee:—a hearse and its plumes floating over the ocean with the waves for the pall-bearers. Ha! Such a sight we shall not soon see.”
“Believe it or not, thou canst not die till it be seen, old man.”
“And what was that saying about thyself?”
“Though it come to the last, I shall still go before thee thy pilot.”
“And when thou art so gone before—if that ever befall—then ere I can follow, thou must still appear to me, to pilot me still?—Was it not so? Well, then, did I believe all ye say, oh ​my pilot! I have here two pledges that I shall yet slay Moby Dick and survive it.”
“Take another pledge, old man,” said the Parsee, as his eyes lighted up like fire-flies in the gloom—“Hemp only can kill thee.”
“The gallows, ye mean—I am immortal then, on land and on sea,” cried Ahab, with a laugh of derision;—“Immortal on land and on sea!”
Both were silent again, as one man. The grey dawn came on, and the slumbering crew arose from the boat’s bottom, and ere noon the dead whale was brought to the ship.
# Moby-Dick (1851) US edition/Chapter 120

CHAPTER CXX.
the deck towards the end of the first night watch.
Ahab standing by the helm. Starbuck approaching him.
“We must send down the main-top-sail yard, sir. The band is working loose, and the lee lift is half-stranded. Shall I strike it, sir?”
​“Sir?—in God’s name!—sir?”
“Well.”
“The anchors are working, sir. Shall I get them inboard?”
“Strike nothing, and stir nothing, but lash everything. The wind rises, but it has not got up to my table-lands yet. Quick, and see to it—By masts and keels! he takes me for the hunch-backed skipper of some coasting smack. Send down my main-top-sail yard! Ho, gluepots! Loftiest trucks were made for wildest winds, and this brain-truck of mine now sails amid the cloud-scud. Shall I strike that? Oh, none but cowards send down their brain-trucks in tempest time. What a hooroosh aloft there! I would e’en take it for sublime, did I not know that the colic is a noisy malady. Oh, take medicine, take medicine!”
# Moby-Dick (1851) US edition/Chapter 116

CHAPTER CXVI.
the dying whale.
Not seldom in this life, when, on the right side, fortune’s favorites sail close by us, we, though all adroop before, catch somewhat of the rushing breeze, and joyfully feel our bagging sails fill out. So seemed it with the Pequod. For next day after encountering the gay Bachelor, whales were seen and four were slain; and one of them by Ahab.
It was far down the afternoon; and when all the spearings of the crimson fight were done: and floating in the lovely sunset sea and sky, sun and whale both stilly died together ; then, such a sweetness and such plaintiveness, such inwreathing orisons curled up in that rosy air, that it almost seemed as if far over from the deep green convent valleys of the Manilla isles, the Spanish land-breeze, wantonly turned sailor, had gone to sea, freighted with these vesper hymns.
Soothed again, but only soothed to deeper gloom, Ahab, who had sterned off from the whale, sat intently watching his final wanings from the now tranquil boat. For that strange spectacle observable in all sperm whales dying—the turning sunwards of the head, and so expiring—that strange spectacle, beheld of such a placid evening, somehow to Ahab conveyed a wondrousness unknown before.
“He turns and turns him to it,—how slowly, but how stead-fastly, his homage-rendering and invoking brow, with his last dying motions. He too worships fire; most faithful, broad, baronial vassal of the sun!—Oh that these too-favoring eyes should see these too-favoring sights. Look! here, far water-locked; beyond all hum of human weal or woe; in these most candid and impartial seas; where to traditions no rocks furnish ​tablets; where for long Chinese ages, the billows have still rolled on speechless and unspoken to, as stars that shine upon the Niger’s unknown source; here, too, life dies sunwards full of faith; but see! no sooner dead, than death whirls round the corpse, and it heads some other way.—
“Oh, thou dark Hindoo half of nature, who of drowned bones hast builded thy separate throne somewhere in the heart of these unverdured seas; thou art an infidel, thou queen, and too truly speakest to me in the wide-slaughtering Typhoon, and the hushed burial of its after calm. Nor has this thy whale sunwards turned his dying head, and then gone round again, without a lesson to me.
“Oh, trebly hooped and welded hip of power? Oh, high aspiring, rainbowed jet!—that one strivest, this one jettest all in vain! In vain, oh whale, dost thou seek intercedings with yon all-quickening sun, that only calls forth life, but gives it not again. Yet dost thou, darker half, rock me with a prouder, if a darker faith. All thy unnamable imminglings float beneath me here; I am buoyed by breaths of once living things, exhaled as air, but water now.
“Then hail, for ever hail, O sea, in whose eternal tossings the wild fowl finds his only rest. Born of earth, yet suckled by the sea; though hill and valley mothered me, ye billows are my foster-brothers!”
# Moby-Dick (1851) US edition/Chapter 122

CHAPTER CXXII.
midnight aloft.—thunder and lightning.
The Main-top-sail yard.—Tashtego passing new lashings around it.
“Um, um, um, Stop that thunder! Plenty too much thunder up here. What’s the use of thunder? Um, um, um. We don’t want thunder; we want rum; give us a glass of rum. Um, um, um!”
# Mora v. McNamara/Opinion of the Court

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United States Supreme Court
389 U.S. 934
Mora v. McNamara
Denied.
Mr. Justice STEWART, with whom Mr. Justice DOUGLAS joins, dissenting.

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# Moragne v. States Marine Lines, Inc.

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398 U.S. 375
Moragne v. States Marine Lines, Inc.
Argued: March 4, 1970. --- Decided: June 15, 1970
Charles Jay Hardee, Jr., Tampa, Fla., for petitioner.
Nathan Baker, Hoboken, N.J., for petitioner, as amicus curiae.
Louis F. Claiborne, Washington, D.C., for United States, as amicus curiae, by special leave of Court.
David B. Kaplan, Boston, Mass., for American Trial Lawyers Ass'n, as amicus curiae.
Dewey R. Villareal, Jr., and David C. G. Kerr, Tampa, Fla., for respondents.
Mr. Justice HARLAN delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Moral Pieces, in Prose and Verse/"Weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning."

"WEEPING MAY ENDURE FOR A NIGHT, BUT JOY COMETH IN THE MORNING."
AS gathering clouds are seen to fly
Across the fair and summer sky,
As vapours damp the gales of spring,
As discords jar the tuneful string,
So o'er our lives with sadness flow
The dark and heavy shades of woe;
But short their power—the frowns they cast,
Like April storms are quickly past.
One day, perhaps, our skies they dim;
One night, the couch with tears may swim;
But morn dispels the sable shroud,
The sun of mercy lights the cloud;
An unseen power, with mild control,
Restores the weak and weary soul,
And makes the wounded spirit whole.
# Moral Pieces, in Prose and Verse/A Moon-Light Scene

A MOON-LIGHT SCENE.
THE evening blast is wild and loud,
 Like winds of winter bleak,
And slowly through a wat'ry cloud.
 The pale moon lifts her cheek.
Perhaps upon the troubled wave
 Of life's tempestuous sea,
Some pensive mourner veils her brow,  As sad and mournfully.
While round the adverse tempests fly,  And clouds of sorrow roll,
And no kind voice is heard to sigh,  In mercy to the soul.
But where the bending concave seems
 To meet the mountain fair,
I see a bright, unclouded sky,
 And moon-beams quiver there.
And tho' the virtuous soul may sink,  With clouds and storms opprest,
It finds at last a peaceful cell,
 Where all the weary rest.
# Mora v. McNamara/Dissent Stewart

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United States Supreme Court
389 U.S. 934
Mora v. McNamara
Mr. Justice STEWART, with whom Mr. Justice DOUGLAS joins, dissenting.
The petitioners were drafted into the United States Army in late 1965, and six months later were ordered to a West Coast replacement station for shipment to Vietnam. They brought this suit to prevent the Secretary of Defense and the Secretary of the Army from carrying out those orders, and requested a declaratory judgment that the present United States military activity in Vietnam is 'illegal.' The District Court dismissed the suit, and the Court of Appeals affirmed.
There exist in this case questions of great magnitude. Some are akin to those referred to by Mr. Justice Douglas in Mitchell v. United States, 386 U.S. 972, 87 S.Ct. 1162, 18 L.Ed.2d 132. But there are others:
I. Is the present United States military activity in Vietnam a 'war' within the meaning of Article I, Section 8, Clause 11 of the Constitution?
II. If so, may the Executive constitutionally order the petitioners to participate in that military activity, when no war has been declared by the Congress?
III. Of what relevance to Question II are the present treaty obligations of the United States?
IV. Of what relevance to Question II is the joint Congressional ('Tonkin Bay') Resolution of August 10, 1964? (a) Do present United States military operations fall within the terms of the Joint Resolution?
(b) If the Joint Resolution purports to give the Chief Executive authority to commit United States forces to armed conflict limited in scope only by his own absolute discretion, is the Resolution a constitutionally impermissible delegation of all or part of Congress' power to declare war?
These are large and deeply troubling questions. Whether the Court would ultimately reach them depends, of course, upon the resolution of serious preliminary issues of justiciability. We cannot make these problems go away simply by refusing to hear the case of three obscure Army privates. I intimate not even tentative views upon any of these matters, but I think the Court should squarely face them by granting certiorari and setting this case for oral argument.

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