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# Catholic Encyclopedia (1913)/Tonsure

From volume 14 of the work.
(Lat. tondere, "to shear")
A sacred rite instituted by the Church by which a baptized and confirmed Christian is received into the clerical order by the shearing of his hair and the investment with the surplice. The person thus tonsured becomes a partaker of the common privileges and obligations of the clerical state and is prepared for the reception of orders. The tonsure itself is not an ordination properly so called, nor a true order. It is rather a simple ascription of a person to the Divine service in such things as are common to all clerics. Historically the tonsure was not in use in the primitive Church during the age of persecution. Even later, St. Jerome (in Ezech., xliv) disapproves of clerics shaving their heads. Indeed, among the Greeks and Romans such a custom was a badge of slavery. On this very account, the shaving of the head was adopted by the monks. Towards the end of the fifth, or beginning of the sixth, century, the custom passed over to the secular clergy.
As a sacred rite, the tonsure was originally joined to the first ordination received, as in the Greek Church it still is to the order of lector. In the Latin Church it began as a separate ceremony about the end of the seventh century, when parents offered their young sons to the service of God. Tonsure is to be given by a candidate's ordinary, though mitred abbots can bestow it on their own subjects. No special age for its reception is prescribed, but the recipient must have learnt the rudiments of the Faith and be able to read and write. The ceremony may be performed at any time or place. As to the monastic tonsure, some writers have distinguished three kinds: (1) the Roman, or that of St. Peter, when all the head is shaved except a circle, of hair; (2) the Eastern, or St. Paul's, when the entire head is denuded of hair; (3) the Celtic, or St. John's, when only a crescent of hair is shaved from the front of the head. In Britain, the Saxon opponents of the Celtic tonsure called it the tonsure of Simon Magus. According to canon law, all clerics are bound to wear the tonsure under certain penalties. But on this subject, Taunton (loc.cit.inf.) says: "In English-speaking countries, from a custom arising in the days of persecution and having a prescription of over three centuries, the shaving of the head, the priestly crown, seems, with the tacit consent of the Holy See, to have passed out of use. No provincial or national council has ordered it, even when treating of clerical dress; and the Holy See has not inserted the law when correcting the decrees of those councils."
TAUNTON, The Law of the Church (London, 1906), s.v.; GASPARRI, De sacra ordinatione, I (Paris, 1893); WERNZ, Jus Decretalium, II (Rome, 1899).
WILLIAM H.W. FANNING
# Catholic Encyclopedia (1913)/Tommaso Giordani

From volume 6 of the work.
A composer, b. at Naples in 1738; d. at Dublin, Ireland, February 1806. The family came to London in 1752, and settled in Dublin in 1764. Tommaso was one of the leading musicians in the Irish capital from 1764 to 1781, when he returned to London; after two years, he came back to Dublin, where he spent the remainder of his life. He was concerned in an opera-house and in a music-shop, neither of which was financially successful. Among his compositions are a number of operas, an oratorio "Isaac" (1767), and a vast quantity of overtures, sonatas, concertos, quartets, songs, etc. He was organist of the pro-cathedral from 1784 to 1798, and conducted a Te Deum of his own at the celebration upon the recovery of King George III, 30 April, 1789. Among his pupils were Lady Morgan, Tom Cooke, and others, and it was at one of his Rotunda concerts that John Field, the inventor of the nocturne, made his debut (4 April 1792).. His last opera, " The Cottage, Festival", was produced at the Theatre Royal, Dublin, 28 Nov., 1796. His song "Caro mio ben" is still occasionally heard.
W. H. Grattan-Flood.
# Christmas Holidays at Merryvale/VII.

CHAPTER VII
THE BOYS PLAN A SURPRISE
At two o'clock the sleigh was ready, for Father Brown had willingly given the boys permission to use it that afternoon. It was planned to have Chuck drive, for Toad, Reddy, Fat and Herbie expected to be too busy calling at the different houses to gather the presents which they hoped to collect for the O'Reillys.
"Let's stop at Bailey's first," suggested Fat, "as we're sure to get something there."
"Who'll go to the door?" questioned Herbie.
"All go," answered Chuck. "That's the best way." So in a group they rang the bell and waited, Chuck remaining in the sleigh.
No one came in answer to their ring.
"All out," sighed Fat; but Toad gave the bell another pull.
"Bet they're all in the kitchen baking things and didn't hear it," he remarked.
"There's someone coming now," whispered Reddy, and as the door opened:
"Good afternoon," said all the boys in chorus.
"Mercy upon us, where did you all come from?" exclaimed Mrs. Bailey, and, as Toad held forth a card that Father Brown had printed for them, she asked:
"Am I to read this?"
"Yes, Mrs. Bailey, that explains everything," Reddy told her.
"In one little home there may be no Christmas  cheer; the father and mother are both ill.  There are three children; a boy of nine years,  another of five, and a girl of seven. They need  coal, clothing, food and toys. What will you  give?"
"So you're all playing at being Santa Claus," remarked Mrs. Bailey with a smile. "Well, I believe I can find something that will please you, so just stop in on your way back and I'll have it all ready for you."
"Oh, thank you!" cried all the boys, together, as they started for the sleigh, happy over the success of their first call.
"Have any luck?" asked Chuck. "But I can see you did, because you're all grinning," he added, as they told him what Mrs. Bailey had promised.
After several more visits, with the promise of something from each place if they would call later, Herbie proposed that they stop at Mrs. Lee's home, as Mary Lee had a great many dolls and might give them one of them for the little O'Reilly girl.
"That's a good idea," they all agreed, and the idea was carried out.
When Mrs. Lee had read the card she asked the boys if there was anything they needed that had not been promised.
"We wondered," replied Herbie, "if Mary would give us a doll for that little girl?"
Mrs. Lee smiled and said:
"I think I can promise you that she will. If you will call later it will give me a chance to get her."
"We'll be glad to," promised the boys, "and thank you."
At five o'clock a sleigh piled high with bundles and boys was seen turning into the Brown's driveway.
"What'll we do now?" asked Toad of the others.
"Let's drive into the barn and leave the things in the sleigh," suggested Chuck; "then we can meet here early tonight and take the things to the O'Reillys."
"All right," assented the others. "What time shall we meet?"
"At seven o'clock," said Toad.
# Christmas Holidays at Merryvale/II.

CHAPTER II
THE SNOW FIGHT
By evening the snow that Toad and Reddy had so eagerly awaited had come, and by morning many inches had fallen. A crowd of boys had gathered on the Brown's lawn, for the news of a snow battle had carried far.
"First chooser!" cried Charley Brown, a happy-faced boy who bore the name of "Chuck" among his friends.
"Second," shouted Reddy, and when the sides were chosen Toad found himself with Herbie, a boy with whom he played very often, and four others on Reddy's side.
It was then decided by the choosers, who were also the captains, to build two forts, ten yards apart, and a half hour was agreed upon as time enough in which to do the work.
"We must hurry," Reddy told the boys he had chosen, "and I think," he added in a low voice, "three of us had better build the fort while the other three make snowballs, as we want a lot on hand so we wont have to stop firing to make them.
"Work fast," he ordered as he selected two of them to help him build the fort.
Toad piled up great heaps of snow while Reddy and Herbie packed it down with wooden spades into a wall which curved like a new moon.
"How are the snowballs getting on, boys?" asked Toad of the three boys who were working hard making them.
"We're stacking them up so they'll be easy to get at," answered one.
"They're good hard ones," said another. "It's fine packing snow."
"We're going to have plenty, too," laughed the third.
"Wonder what Fat's doing?" cried Reddy. "He's bringing a pail of water from the house."
Frank, called "Fat" by the other boys, because of his size, was Reddy's older brother.
"I wonder," mused Toad. "He's pouring it on the walls of their fort. Oh, don't you see," he added a moment later, "it's to make it freeze."
"Let's do that too," proposed Herbie. "I'll get the water," and he started for the house.
Ten minutes later the walls of the fort were like a solid mass of ice, and the snowballs were inside in four heaps so all were anxious for the fun to begin.
# Christmas Holidays at Merryvale/VI.

CHAPTER VI
TOAD'S UNSELFISHNESS
When they reached home Chuck drove the sleigh up to the side door, where the boys quickly unloaded the greens. They then lifted the tree to the piazza and when this had been done Chuck drove the horse to the stable.
"Let's go in and get our hands warm before we take in the greens," suggested Toad, and soon they were all laughing and talking before the great fire in the library.
Fat had just asked the others if they remembered the day Mr. Brown had told them about the Indians that used to live in the woods where they found the tree, when a man's voice was heard from the hall.
"It's going to be a sad Christmas for them, I'm afraid, for both parents are ill and the three helpless children are waiting for Santa Claus to come," the boys heard Father Brown say.
"How sad," was Mrs. Brown's answer, as they both went into the kitchen and the boys could hear no more.
"They must be talking about the O'Reillys," commented Fat. "Mike's a friend of mine and I'm sorry he isn't going to have any Christmas."
"So am I," echoed Herbie, after a short silence.
Chuck said he'd hate to awaken Christmas morning and not find any presents.
"Guess I've been mighty selfish wanting so many things," he thought.
Toad and Reddy, who had moved away from the other boys, were talking together in low, excited whispers. Then, when the others went to the window to look at the green outside, they slipped from the room and hurried down the hall to the kitchen.
"Mother," called Toad from the doorway, "may we speak to you for a minute?"
Mother Brown handed the bowl in which she had been stirring something to the cook and crossed the room toward the boys, saying as she did so:
"I can only spare a few minutes to-day, Thomas, for I am very busy."
"But, Mother," exclaimed Toad, "we have a great idea!"
"It's a Christmas surprise party," chimed in Reddy, "for the O'Reillys," and together the two boys went on to tell Mrs. Brown of their plans.
"If we could just have the horse and sleigh to get around in," ventured Toad. "Do you think Father would allow us to hitch old Meg to the big sleigh?"
"It's a wonderful idea," agreed Mother Brown. "Suppose you ask him. But how about presents for the three children? Have you thought of that?"
"If it were only after Christmas we could give away some of our new things," sighed Toad.
"But would you give them away?" asked his mother. "Supposing you were going to get a sled,--the kind you have been wanting," and she paused to hear Toad's answer.
He thought very hard for a moment, then answered:
"Yes, because I always get a lot of things and it might be the only present Mike would get."
"Well," remarked his mother, "I have bought you a sled, and you may give it to him."
Reddy looked at Toad, as Mother Brown turned toward the kitchen.
"Are you sorry now that you said 'yes'?" he asked.
"No, I'm not," returned Toad.
"Well, I'll ask Mother to let me give them something new of mine, too," declared Reddy consolingly, putting his arm about Toad's shoulder.
# Christmas Holidays at Merryvale

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Copyright, 1916, by American Authors Publishing Co. Illustrations By Charles F. Lester.
From the series the The Merryvale Boys, Christmas Holidays at Merryvale tells the adventures of the Merryvale boys during their winter break from school.

## Contents

* I. Toad's Wish
* II. The Snow Fight
* III. The Victory
* IV. Chuck's Rude Awakening
* V. The Adventure in the Snow
* VI. Toad's Unselfishness
* VII. The Boys Plan a Surprise
* VIII. What Mike Found
* IX. Christmas Morning
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# Chandler v. Dix

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United States Supreme Court
194 U.S. 590
Chandler v. Dix
Argued: April 28, 1904. --- Decided: May 31, 1904
Messrs. John A. McKay and George W. Weadock for appellant.
Messrs. John H. Goff, Charles A. Blair, and Henry E. Chase for appellees.
Mr. Justice Holmes delivered the opinion of the court:

## Notes

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# Chandler v. Fretag

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United States Supreme Court
348 U.S. 3
Chandler v. Fretag
Argued: Oct. 18, 1954. --- Decided: Nov 8, 1954
Mr.Earl E. Leming, Knoxville, Tenn., for petitioner.
Mr.Knox Bigham, Nashville, Tenn., for respondent.
Mr. Chief Justice WARREN delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Chandler v. Judicial Council of the Tenth Circuit of United States

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United States Supreme Court
382 U.S. 1003
Chandler v. Judicial Council of the Tenth Circuit of United States
Thomas J. Kenan, for petitioner.
Solicitor General Marshall, for respondent.
Petitioner applied to Mr. Justice White, Circuit Justice for the Tenth Circuit, for "Stay of Order of Judicial Council of the Tenth Circuit of the United States" in the above matter, and the application was by him referred to the Court for its consideration and action.
It appearing to the Court from the response of the Solicitor General to the application that the order from which relief is sought is entirely interlocutory in character pending prompt further proceedings inquiring into the administration of Judge Chandler of judicial business in the Western District of Oklahoma, and that at such proceedings Judge Chandler will be permitted to appear before the Council, with counsel, and that after such proceedings the Council will, as soon as possible, undertake to decide what use, if any, should be made of such powers as it may have in the premises, it is hereby ordered that the application for stay be denied pending this contemplated prompt action of the Judicial Council. The Court expresses no opinion concerning the propriety of the interlocutory action taken.
Dissenting opinion by Mr. Justice Black with whom Mr. Justice Douglas joins:

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# Chandler v. Judicial Council of the Tenth Circuit

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## Concurring Opinion

    Harlan
United States Supreme Court
398 U.S. 74
Chandler v. Judicial Council of the Tenth Circuit
Argued: Dec. 10, 1969. --- Decided: June 1, 1970
See 399 U.S. 937, 90 S.Ct. 2248.
Thomas J. Kenan, Oklahoma City, Okl., for petitioner.
Carl L. Shipley, Washington, D.C., amicus curiae.
Charles Alan Wright, Austin, Tex., for respondent.
Solicitor Gen., Erwin N. Griswold, for the United States, amicus curiae, by special leave of Court.
Mr. Chief Justice BURGER delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Collected poems, 1901-1918/Sleep

SLEEP
MEN all, and birds, and creeping beasts,
When the dark of night is deep,
From the moving wonder of their lives
Commit themselves to sleep.
Without a thought, or fear, they shut
The narrow gates of sense;
Heedless and quiet, in slumber turn
Their strength to impotence.
The transient strangeness of the earth
Their spirits no more see:
Within a silent gloom withdrawn,
They slumber in secrecy.
Two worlds they have — a globe forgot
Wheeling from dark to light;
And all the enchanted realm of dream
That burgeons out of night.
# Collected poems, 1901-1918/The Cage

THE CAGE
Why did you flutter in vain hope, poor bird,
Hard-pressed in your small cage of clay?
'Twas but a sweet, false echo that you heard,
Caught only a feint of day.
Still is the night all dark, a homeless dark.
Burn yet the unanswering stars. And silence brings
The same sea's desolate surge — sans bound or mark —
Of all your wanderings.
Fret now no more; be still. Those steadfast eyes,
Those folded hands, they cannot set you free;
Only with beauty wake wild memories —
Sorrow for where you are, for where you would be.
# Collected poems, 1901-1918/The Birthnight

Full title "The Birthnight: To F."; it is safe to assume that the person ("thy", "thou") in question is either his sister or his daughter, whose names are both "Florence".
THE BIRTHNIGHT: TO F.
DEAREST, it was a night That in its darkness rocked Orion's stars;
A sighing wind ran faintly white
Along the willows, and the cedar boughs
Laid their wide hands in stealthy peace across
The starry silence of their antique moss: No sound save rushing air
Cold, yet all sweet with Spring,
And in thy mother's arms, couched weeping there, Thou, lovely thing.
# Collected poems, 1901-1918/The Dark Château

THE DARK CHÂTEAU
In dreams a dark château
Stands ever open to me,
In far ravines dream-waters flow,
Descending soundlessly;
Above its peaks the eagle floats,
Lone in a sunless sky;
Mute are the golden woodland throats
Of the birds flitting by.
No voice is audible. The wind
Sleeps in its peace.
No flower of the light can find
Refuge beneath its trees;
Only the darkening ivy climbs
Mingled with wilding rose,
And cypress, morn and evening, time's
Black shadow throws.
All vacant, and unknown;
Only the dreamer steps
From stone to hollow stone,
Where the green moss sleeps,
Peers at the rivers in its deeps,
The eagle lone in the sky,
While the dew of evening drips, Coldly and silently.
Would that I could steal in! —
Into each secret room;
Would that my sleep-bright eyes could win
To the inner gloom;
Gaze from its high windows, Far down its mouldering walls,
Where amber-clear still Lethe flows,
And foaming falls.
But ever as I gaze,
From slumber soft doth come
Some touch my stagnant sense to raise
To its old earthly home;
Fades then that sky serene;
And peak of ageless snow;
Fades to a paling dawn-lit green,
My dark château.
# Collected poems, 1901-1918/Silence

SILENCE
WITH changeful sound life beats upon the ear;
Yet, striving for release,
The most seductive string's
Sweet jargonings,
The happiest throat's
Most easeful, lovely notes
Fall back into a veiling silentness.
Even 'mid the rimiour of a moving host,
Blackening the clear green earth,
Vainly 'gainst that thin wall
The trumpets call,
Or with loud hum
The smoke-bemuffled drum:
From that high quietness no reply comes forth.
When, all at peace, two friends at ease alone
Talk out their hearts, — yet still
Between the grace-notes of
The voice of love
From each to each
Trembles a rarer speech,
And with its presence every pause doth fill.
Unmoved it broods, this all-encompassing hush
Of one who stooping near,
No smallest stir will make
Our fear to wake;
But yet intent
Upon some mystery bent
Harkens the lightest word we say, or hear.
# Collected poems, 1901-1918/The Bells

THE BELLS
SHADOW and light both strove to be
The eight bell-ringers' company,
As with his gliding rope in hand,
Counting his changes, each did stand;
While rang and trembled every stone, To music by the bell-mouths blown:
Till the bright clouds that towered on high
Seemed to re-echo cry with cry.
Still swang the clappers to and fro, When, in the far-spread fields below,
I saw a ploughman with his team
Lift to the bells and fix on them
His distant eyes, as if he would
Drink in the utmost sound he could;
While near him sat his children three, And in the green grass placidly
Played undistracted on, as if
What music earthly bells might give
Could only faintly stir their dream,
And stillness make more lovely seem. Soon night hid horses, children, all
In sleep deep and ambrosial. Yet, yet, it seemed, from star to star,
Welling now near, now faint and far, Those echoing bells rang on in dream,
And stillness made even lovelier seem.
# Collected poems, 1901-1918/The Bindweed

THE BINDWEED
THE bindweed roots pierce down
Deeper than men do lie,
Laid in their dark-shut graves
Their slumbering kinsmen by.
Yet what frail thin-spun flowers
She casts into the air,
To breathe the sunshine, and
To leave her fragrance there.
But when the sweet moon comes, Showering her silver down, Half-wreathed in faint sleep, They droop where they have blown.
So all the grass is set, Beneath her trembling ray,
With buds that have been flowers,
Brimmed with reflected day.
# Collected poems, 1901-1918/Sorcery

SORCERY
"WHAT voice is that I hear
Crying across the pool?"
" It is the voice of Pan you hear,
Crying his sorceries shrill and clear,
In the twilight dim and cool."
"What song is it he sings,
Echoing from afar;
While the sweet swallow bends her wings.
Filling the air with twitterings,
Beneath the brightening star?"
The woodman answered me,
His faggot on his back:—
"Seek not the face of Pan to see;
Flee from his clear note summoning thee
To darkness deep and black!"   "He dwells in thickest shade.
Piping his notes forlorn
Of sorrow never to be allayed;
Turn from his coverts sad
Of twilight unto morn!"
The woodman passed away
Along the forest path;
His ax shone keen and grey
In the last beams of day:
And all was still as death: -—
Only Pan singing sweet
Out of Earth's fragrant shade;
I dreamed his eyes to meet,
And found but shadow laid
Before my tired feet.
Comes no more dawn to me,
Nor bird of open skies.
Only his woods' deep gloom I see
Till, at the end of all, shall rise,
Afar and tranquilly,
Death's stretching sea.
# Collected poems, 1901-1918/The Blind Boy

THE BLIND BOY
"I HAVE no master," said the Blind Boy,
"My mother, 'Dame Venus' they do call;
Cowled in this hood she sent me begging
For whate'er in pity may befall.
"Hard was her visage, me adjuring, —
'Have no fond mercy on the kind!
Here be sharp arrows, bunched in quiver, Draw close ere striking — thou art blind.'
"So stand I here, my woes entreating,
In this dark alley, lest the Moon
Point with her sparkling my barbed armoury
Shine on my silver-lacèd shoon.
"Oh, sir, unkind this Dame to me-ward;
Of the salt billow was her birth. . . .
In your sweet charity draw nearer
The saddest rogue on Earth!"