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# Once a Week (magazine)/Series 1/Volume 1/An evening in "the city of palaces"

AN EVENING IN “THE CITY OF PALACES.”
ABOUT six o’clock every evening the beau monde of Calcutta begins to take the air on the Course, a very pleasant drive which runs along the bank of the river. There are quite as many carriages as by the Serpentine in the most crowded part of the season; but it must he confessed that none of them would be likely to excite the envy of an owner of a “fashionable turn-out” at home unless indeed it might be now and then for the sake of their occupants. However incongruous a native driver may look on the box of an English carriage, and absurd a couple of turbaned grooms painfully crouching behind, or standing on one leg each on the “dickey” steps, a sweet English face, surrounded by the edge of a lovely little bonnet, is always a pleasant sight. The riding habit, too, is graced by some of these pretty faces and figures—the most graceful of all being Lady Canning. It is delightful to see her canter along, the centre of a brilliant group, her intelligent and beautiful eyes animated in conversation, or with their not less charming expression of repose—fiére and gentle at the same time.
Long before the Course begins to thin, it is almost dark, and then—at least if the poor lounger is “unattached,” and, instead of being seated in one of the before-mentioned enviable voitures, or, perhaps happier still, walking his horse across the plain beside some well-trained Arab, he is sharing his buggy with a friend as unfortunate as himself—the general effect of the scene before him is the most interesting object for his gaze. The carriages continue to whirl past, but one sees hardly more of them than their lamps. The river glides, cold and shining, along silvery light under the opposite bank, while trees and masts and rigging relieve themselves, as in a picture of Giorgione’s, against the golden bars of the distant sky. But the band ceases to play, and we all go home to dress.
If the traveller chooses—which, they say, is rare with Englishmen abroad—to leave the society of his compatriots, he may find many an amusing drive in the native parts of the town. Tall Sikhs, whose hair and beards have never known scissors or razor, and who stride along with a trooper-like swagger and high caste dignity; effeminate Cingalese; Hindoo clerks, smirking and conceited, and dandified, too, according to their own notions; almost naked palkee-bearers, who, nevertheless, if there is the slightest ​Page:Once a Week Jul - Dec 1859.pdf/247 ​Page:Once a Week Jul - Dec 1859.pdf/248
# Nichols v. Coolidge

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United States Supreme Court
274 U.S. 531
Nichols v. Coolidge
Argued: January 6 and 7, 1927. --- Decided: May 31, 1927
The Attorney General and Mr. Thomas H. Lewis, Jr., of Washington, D. C., for plaintiff in error.
Mr. Robert G. Dodge, of Boston Mass., for defendants in error.
Mr. Justice McREYNOLDS delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Nichols v. McGee

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361 U.S. 6
Nichols v. McGee
Cornelius Nichols, pro se.
Stanley Mosk, Atty. Gen. of California, and Doris H. Maier, Deputy Atty. Gen., for appellees.
PER CURIAM.

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# Nichols v. McGee/Opinion of the Court

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United States Supreme Court
361 U.S. 6
Nichols v. McGee
The appeal is dismissed.

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# Nichols v. Fearson

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United States Supreme Court
32 U.S. 103
Nichols v. Fearson

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# Nichols v. Levy

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United States Supreme Court
72 U.S. 433
Nichols v. Levy

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# Oregonian/1916

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# Oregonian/1915

* February/28/Miss Hobbs' place goes to C. Abrams
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# Oregonian/1909

Oregonian/March 28, 1909/Wants Judge Bean to stay
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# Oregonian/1915/February/6/Two Poems Bear Same Title

TWO POEMS BEAR SAME TITLE
"Ashes of Roses." From The Oregonian 50 Years Ago, Reprinted by Request.
THE DALLES, Or., Feb. 4. (To the Editor.)—In The Oregonian January 25 in the items of "Half a Century Ago," I noticed that "Frances Fuller Victor had written a poem for The Oregonian" entitled "Ashes of Roses."
About 25 years ago I wrote verses with a similar title. They were published, I think, in the Springfield Republican and later in the Magazine of Poetry and Art. I am curious to see the poem written so long ago. The verses I wrote were set to music.
Is there any way to gratify my curiosity?
I enclose a copy of the verses I wrote.
MRS. HELEN N. PACKARD.
Ashes of Roses.
By Frances Fuller Victor.
(From The Oregonian, January 25, 1865.)
O, wild November wind, blow back to me The withered leaves that drift adown the past; Waft us some murmur of that Summer sea On which youth's fairy fleet of dreams were last; Return to me the beautiful No More; Oh, wild November wind, restore, restore!
November wind, in what dim, lonesome cave Languish the tender, plumed gales of Spring? No more their dances dimple o'er the wave, Nor freighted pinions song and perfumes bring; Those gales are fled—that dimpling sea is dark— And cloudy ghosts clutch at each mist-like bark.
O wild, wild wind, where are the Summer airs That kissed the roses of the Long Ago, Taking them captive swooned in blissful snares To let them perish? Now no roses blow In the waste gardens thou art sweeping bare— Where are my heart s bright roses; where, oh, where?
Hast thou no answer, thou unpitying gale, No gentle whisper from the Past to me— No snatches of sweet song, no loving tale, No tender murmur from that Summer Sea? Are all my dreams wrecked on the Nevermore? Vain is thy taunt, Destroyer: Spring once more Thy mad and ruthless ruin shall restore.
Following is the poem "Ashes of Roses," written 25 years ago by Mrs. Helen N. Packard:
Ashes of Roses.
What though the flowers we have gathered in youth, Culled from the gardens of freshness and truth, Fade in our clasp, as the long day closes? Still there remains to us, ashes of roses.
When in life's west fades forever the light, And o'er our pathway hushed falls the night, Still subtle in fragrance as the day closes All that remains behind, ashes of roses.
Earth unto earth, and dust unto dust, Buried from sight for aye, love, hope and trust, Yet wafted backward, ere the day closes, Sweetest of incense, ashes of roses!
Ashes of roses! o'er an infinite sea Islands of gladness look we to thee! Something immortal our clear faith discloses, Sweeter, far sweeter, than ashes of roses.
# Notes and Queries/Series 7/Volume 5/Number 112

LONDON, SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 18, 1888.
CONTENTS.—№ 112.
NOTES:—Valentine’s Day, 121—John Lilburne, 122—Douce’s ‘Dance of Death,’ 123—Cobbler’s Pedigree—The Florin—Royal Portraits, 124—Baronetcy in Blank—Unemployed Substantives—Practical Jokes in Comedy—Anglo-Hindustani Words, 125—Death of Wolfe—Pepys—Chapter Coffee-House—To Morse, 126.
QUERIES:—The ‘Brussels Gazette’—Monuments in Westminster Abbey—Albemarle Street—Ranken—‘The Cigar’—Hibgame: Thnrlow, 127—Kearney—Balk—Regicides—Old Tune—Joseph Wright—Assarabaca—Mary Blandy—Burleigh House—Coquilles, 128—French Numerals—Spanish Wrecks—Sheriffs—Rempston—Hyde—Dog’s Tooth Ornament, 129.
REPLIES:—Attack on Jersey, 129—Man-of-War ‘Dictionary of National Biography,’ 130—Level-Coil—‘Murray’s Magazine’—Charles—Vismes Family—Sturt’s Illustrations, 131—Toie: Duos le Cross-clothes—Poets’ Corner—Monntjoy—‘Biographical Dictionary of the Stage,’ 132—Baptismal Folklore—Annas—Griming—Smollett—“Fabricavit in feros curiosis,” 133—Thorlakson—Écarté, 134—Car-goose—Sir W. Grant—‘Diversions of Bruxelles’—Laura Matilda, 135—Pountefreit on Thamis—Prayer-Book Version of Psalms—Singing-cakes, 136—Female Sailors—Source of Phrase—Curatage—Glorious First of June, 137—“Sapiens qui assiduus”—Earlings: Early, 138.
NOTES ON BOOKS:—Phillimore’s ‘How to Write the History of a Family’—‘Sussex Archæological Collections’—Hope’s ‘Inventory of the Chnrch Plate in Rutland’—‘Life of Mrs. Abington.’
Notices to Correspondents, &c.
# Notes and Queries/Series 7/Volume 5/Number 112/A Cobbler’s Pedigree

​A Cobbler’s Pedigree.—The following is going the round of the daily papers:—
“A cobbler died recently at Smeeth, in Kent, who differed from the majority of cobblers in one respect. He had a pedigree, and was, as the local paper observes, a ‘man of blood.’ His name was William Kingsmill, and for upwards of a hundred years he and his ancestors carried on the same business; but his family was a very old one in Kent. The deceased, in fact, it is stated on good authority, was a lineal descendant of John Kingsmill, who, in the fourteenth century, was one of the judges of Common Pleas, and who married Joan, daughter of Sir John Gifford. Sir George Kingsmill, a later ancestor, was another judge of Common Pleas, who lived his life in Tudor times, and took for a wife a Lady Hastings. A grandson of this judge, and a progenitor of the defunct cobbler, was Sir Richard Kingsmill, surveyor of the Court of Warde in the year 1600. To him succeeded a son named Sir William, and the son of the latter, named Sir Henry, his successor being another Sir William, who married Anne, a daughter of Sir A. Hazlewood. The eldest daughter of this couple married Heneage, Earl of Winchilsea, and a later descendant of the family was Admiral Kingsmill, who sat in Parliament, and was commander-in-chief of the king’s ships on the coast of Ireland. He was created Admiral of the White and a baronet, and was succeeded by Sir Robert Kingsmill, whose son became colonel and captain commandant of the Battleaxe Guards. So the recently deceased cobbler had good Kingsmill blood in his veins.”
It would be interesting could the defunct cobbler’s descent be authenticated. The Kingsmills were as much identified with Hampshire as with Kent. According to the usually received pedigrees of the family—which are very meagre—Admiral Kingsmill and his ancestors, the knights above named, were descended not from Sir Richard Kingsmill, Surveyor of the Court of Wards, but from the latter’s elder brother, Sir William Kingsmill, of Sidmonton, Hants. W. D. Pink.
# Notes and Queries/Series 7/Volume 12/Number 295

LONDON, SATURDAY, AUGUST 23, 1891.
CONTENTS. —N$^o$ 295.
# Notes and Queries/Series 7/Volume 12/Number 302/Men Writing under Women’s Names

​Men Writing under Women’s Names.—A few women have obtained distinction writing under men’s names. Have any men, worth remembering, ever written under women’s names? W. C. B.
# Notes and Queries/Series 5/Volume 11/Number 279/“The Literary Magnet”

“The Literary Magnet” (5th S. xi. 307.)—The full title of this publication at its commencement was—
“The Literary Magnet of the Belles Lettres, Science, and the Fine Arts, consisting of 1. Original satirical essays of permanent interest; 2. Sketches of society, humourous and sentimental; 3. Original poetry; 4. Miscellaneous matters; forming a body of original and elegant literature. . . . With numerous engravings on steel, copper, and wood. Edited by Tobias Merton, Gent., assisted by various wits of the day. London, William Charlton Wright, 65, Paternoster Row; Ewbank, Brussels. 1824. 8vo.”
Vol. i. contains 452 pages, brought out in six monthly numbers; vol. ii. 416 pages, published in a similar manner. With vol. iii. there was a change in the imprint, the magazine being published by George Wightman, 46, Fleet Street, and coloured plates were introduced. In the absence of the original wrappers in the bound copy which I have seen, it is not easy to say what other changes took place, but it seems probable that during the course of this volume the monthly number was divided into two parts, 1. The Literary Magnet, 2. The Monthly Journal. Vol. iv., dated 1825, brought this series to an end. With the new series there was a change in the title, which is The Literary Magnet, or Monthly Journal of the ​Belles Lettres, consisting of, &c. Vol. I. New Series. London, printed for Charles Knight, Pal Mall East, 1826, 8vo. Vol. i. was for Jan. to June, 1826; vol. ii., July to Dec., 1826; vol. iii. Jan. to June, 1827; vol. iv., July to Dec., 1827. In the volumes brought out by Charles Knight are found an interesting series of papers called “The Living Poets of England,” a tale named “The Gentleman in Black,” verses by J. H. Wiffen, ballads by John Clare, poems by William and Mary Howitt, epigrams, &c., by S. T. Coleridge, poetry by Mrs. Henry Rolls, stanzas by Mary Anne Browne, &c. It is not, however, always easy, from the way the magazine is edited, to say precisely which are the original articles and which only reprints. The eight volumes described above I believe form a complete set of The Literary Magnet. In conclusion, I wish to make the inquiry, Who was the editor of the first series of this magazine who used the pseudonym of “Tobias Merton, Gent.”? Geo. C. Boase. 15, Queen Anne’s Gate, S.W.
# Notes and Queries/Series 7/Volume 12/Number 295/Smith's 'Dictionary of the Bible'

SMITH'S 'DICTIONARY OF THE BIBLE': SAMUEL IN THE TEMPLE.
If, as is thought by Mr. Lynn, a new edition of Smith 'Dictionary of the Bible' is in progress, it may be useful to direct attention to a passage in the late Dean Stanley's article on Samuel. Writing of the early years of Samuel, spent in ministering at the Temple, and describing his habits at that time, the dean says, "He [Samuel] seems to have slept within the Holiest Place." I once called the attention of the late Rev. H. B. W. Churton, of Icklesham, who was a competent Hebrew scholar, to this, as it appeared to me, highly gratuitous observation, and asked him whether, from his knowledge of the Hebrew text in 1 Samuel iii., he should consider that such an idea was proper to be entertained; whether, in fact, there was anything in the Hebrew text which rendered necessary such a supposition. In a letter which he was so kind as to send me in reply he expressed a clear opinion that Eli and Samuel were sleeping at the time the Voice was heard not in the Holiest Place, but most probably in the Court of the Levites; and he stated that the Jews take it so in the Rabbinical Synopsis of the Abendanah. He further observes in his letter on the subject, which now lies before me, that the traditional pointing of the Masorites in 1 Samuel iii. 3 carefully guards against any such idea as that of Samuel sleeping in the Most Holy Place. They take the clause "and Samuel was laid down to sleep" parenthetically, and mark it as such by a longer stop than ordinary, thus connecting the words "in the Temple of the Lord" not with Samuel's sleeping-place, but with the mention of the still-burning lamp. Dean Stanley, under 1 Samuel iii. 3, refers to the Septuagint; but the rendering in this version gives no countenance to the supposition we are considering. Dr. Gill's 'Commentary' may be usefully consulted. From him and his authorities Mr. Churton gathered that Eli and Samuel were undoubtedly sleeping not far from one another; that the candlestick of seven branches was not in the same place where the Ark of God was, but in a portion of the Tabernacle apart from and exterior to it; finally, he cited the well-known opinion that the Divine Voice sounded first from the mercy seat, secondly from some part of the Tabernacle exterior to the Most Holy Place, and thirdly from the Court of the Levites; I confess the expression in. verse 10, "as time after time" ("as at other times" in the English version), appears to fall in with this opinion. On the whole, I conclude Dean Stanley must have been misled by the use of the word ναὸς in 1 Samuel iii. 3 by the LXX., forgetting at the moment that this word is not to be limited as if it only signified shrine, inasmuch as it is continually used for temple in general.S. Arnott.
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# On the Death of Mr. Snider Murder'd by Richardson

In heavens eternal court it was decreed Thou the first martyr for the common good Long hid before, a vile infernal here Prevents Achilles in his mid career Where'er this fury darts his Pois'nous breath All are endanger'd to the shafts of death The generous Sires beheld the fatal wound Saw their young champion gasping on the ground They rais'd him up but to each present ear What martial glories did his tongue declare The wretch appal'd no longer can despise But from the Striking victim turns his eyes-- When this young martial genius did appear The Tory chief no longer could forbear. Ripe for destruction, see the wretches doom He waits the curses of the age to come In vain he flies, by Justice Swiftly chaced With unexpected infamy disgraced By Richardson for ever banish'd here The grand Usurpers bravely vaunted Heir. We bring the body from the watry bower To lodge it where it shall remove no more Snider behold with what Majestic Love The Illustrious retinue begins to move With Secret rage fair freedom's foes beneath See in thy corse ev'n Majesty in Death.
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# On the Death of a Friend

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# On the Death of a Young Girl

'Tis difficult to feel that she is dead. Her presence, like the shadow of a wing That is just lessening in the upper sky, Lingers upon us. We can hear her voice, And for her step we listen, and the eye Looks for her wonted coming with a strange, Forgetful earnestness. We cannot feel That she will no more come—that from her cheek The delicate flush has faded, and the light Dead in her soft dark eye, and on her lip, That was so exquisitely pure, the dew Of the damp grave has fallen! Who so loved, Is left among the living? Who hath walk'd The world with such a winning loveliness, And on its bright brief journey gather'd up Such treasures of affection? She was loved Only as idols are. She was the pride Of her familiar sphere—the daily joy Of all who on her gracefulness might gaze, And in the light and music of her way, Have a companion's portion. Who could feel, While looking upon beauty such as hers, That it would ever perish? It is like The melting of a star into the sky While you are gazing on it, or a dream In its most ravishing sweetness rudely broken.
# On the Death of an Invincible Soldier

"O what a sore campaign,"
* Edmund Clarence Stedman (1897), "On the Death of an Invincible Soldier" in Poems, now first collected.
* Edmund Clarence Stedman (1908), "On the Death of an Invincible Soldier" in The poems of Edmund Clarence Stedman.
# On the Death of Lady Curzon

"Into the light where beauty doth not pale"
* Coates, Florence Earle (1909), "On the Death of Lady Curzon" in Lyrics of Life (1909).
* Coates, Florence Earle (1916), "On the Death of Lady Curzon" in Poems I.
# On the Death of Sir W. Russell

Doom'd as I am in solitude to waste The present moments, and regret the past; Depriv'd of every joy I valued most, My friend torn from me, and my mistress lost; Call not this gloom I wear, this anxious mien, The dull effect of humour, or of spleen! Still, still I mourn, with each returning day, Him snatch'd by fate, in early youth away, And her — through tedious years of doubt and pain, Fix'd in her choice, and faithful — but in vain. O prone to pity, gen'rous, and sincere, Whose eye ne'er yet refus'd the wretch a tear; Whose heart the real claim of friendship knows, Nor thinks a lover's are but fancied woes; See me — ere yet my destin'd course half done, Cast forth a wand'rer on a wild unknown! See me neglected on the world's rude coast, Each dear companion of my voyage lost! Nor ask why clouds of sorrow shade my brow, And ready tears wait only leave to flow! Why all that soothes a heart from anguish free, All that delights the happy — palls with me!
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# On the Death of Sir Peter Parker, Bart.

A eulogy for Sir Peter Parker, 2nd baronet, written in 1814
* "Lines on Sir Peter Parker" in Hebrew Melodies (1815)
* "Elegiac Stanzas on the Death of Sir Peter Parker, Bart." in The Works of Lord Byron (ed. Coleridge, Prothero), Poetry, Vol. 3 (1904)