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# Once a Week (magazine)/Series 1/Volume 1/A good fight - Part 5

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A Good Fight.
BY CHARLES READE.
CHAPTER IX.
One bright morning unwonted velvet shone, unwonted feathers waved, and horses’ hoofs glinted and rang through the streets of Tergou, and the windows and balconies were studded with wondering faces. The French Ambassador was riding through to sport in the neighbouring forest.
Besides his own suite he was attended by several servants of the Duke of Burgundy, lent to do him honour and minister to his pleasure. The duke’s tumbler rode before him with a grave, sedate majesty, that made his more noble companions seem light, frivolous persons. But ever and anon, when respect and awe neared the oppressive, he rolled off his horse so ignobly and funnily that even the ambassador was fain to burst out laughing. He also climbed up again by the tail in a way provocative of mirth, and so he played his part. Towards the tail of the pageant rode one that excited more attention still—the duke’s leopard. A huntsman mounted on a Flemish horse of prodigious size and power carried a long box fastened to the rider’s loins by straps curiously contrived, and on this box sat a huge leopard crouching. She was chained to the huntsman. The people admired her glossy hide and spots, and pressed near, and one or two were for feeling her, and pulling her tail; then the huntsman shouted in a terrible voice, “Beware! At Antwerp one did but throw a handful of dust at her, and the duke made dust of him.”
“Gramercy!”
“I speak sooth. The good duke shut him up in prison, in a cell under ground, and the rats cleaned the flesh off his bones in a night. Served him right for molesting the poor thing.” There was a murmur of fear, and the Tergovians shrank from tickling the leopard of their sovereign.
But an incident followed that raised their spirits again. The duke’s giant, a Hungarian seven feet four inches high, brought up the rear. This enormous creature had, like some other giants, a treble, fluty voice of little power. He was a vain fellow, and not conscious of this or any defect. Now it happened he caught sight of Giles sitting ​Page:Once a Week Jul - Dec 1859.pdf/103 ​Page:Once a Week Jul - Dec 1859.pdf/104 ​Page:Once a Week Jul - Dec 1859.pdf/105 ​Page:Once a Week Jul - Dec 1859.pdf/106 ​cheek pale with fear. She gasped, and could not speak, but pointed to the window with trembling finger. Their eyes followed hers, and there in the twilight crouched a dark form with eyes like glowworms.
It was the leopard!
(To be continued.)
# Once a Week (magazine)/Series 1/Volume 1/A good fight - Part 6

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A Good Fight.
BY CHARLES READE.
While they stood petrified, fascinated by the eyes of green fire, there sounded in the wood a single deep bay. It was the bay of a blood-hound. Martin trembled at it.
“They have lost her, and laid muzzled blood-hounds on her scent. They will find her here, and the venison. Good bye, friends, Martin Wittenhaagen ends here.”
Gerard seized his bow, and put it into the soldier’s hands.
“Be a man,” he cried, “shoot her, and fling her into the wood ere they come up. Who will know?”
More voices of hounds broke out, and nearer.
“Curse her!” cried Martin. “I spared her once; now she must die, or I, or both more likely;” and he reared his bow, and drew his arrow to the head.
“No! no!” cried Margaret, and seized the arrow: it broke in half: the pieces fell on each side the bow. The air at the same time filled with the tongues of the hounds: they were hot upon the scent.
“What have you done, wench. You have put the halter round my throat.”
“No!” cried Margaret. “I have saved you: stand back from the window! both. Your knife! quick!”
She seized his long pointed knife, almost tore it out of his girdle, and darted from the room. The house was now surrounded with baying dogs and shouting men.
The glow-worm eyes moved not.
CHAPTER XI.
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# Once a Week (magazine)/Series 1/Volume 1/A good fight - Part 9

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A Good Fight.
BY CHARLES READE.
As if this had been a concerted signal, the back-door was struck as rudely the next instant. They were hemmed in. But at these alarming sounds Margaret seemed to recover some share of self-possession. She whispered, “Say he was here, but is gone.” And with this she seized Gerard and almost dragged him up the rude steps that led to her father’s sleeping-room. Her own lay next beyond it.
The blows on the door were repeated.
“Who knocks at this hour?"
“Open, and you will see!”
“I open not to thieves—honest men are all a-bed now.”
“Open to the law, Martin Wittenhaagen, or you shall rue it.”
“Why that is Dirk Brower’s voice, I trow. What make you so far from Tergou?”
“Open, and you will know.”
Martin drew the bolt, and in rushed Dierich and four more. They let in their companion who was at the back-door.
“Now, Martin, where is Gerard Gerardssoen?”
“Gerard Gerardssoen? Why he was here but now.”
“Was here?” Dierich’s countenance fell. “And where is he now?”
“They say he is gone to Italy. Why? What is to do?”
“No matter. When did he go? Tell me not that he went in such a storm as this!”
“Here is a coil about Gerard Gerardssoen,” said Martin, contemptuously. Then he lighted the candle, and, seating himself coolly by the fire, proceeded to whip some fine silk round his bow-string at the place where the nick of the arrow frets it. “I’ll tell you,” said he, carelessly. “Do you know his brother Giles—a little misbegotten ​Page:Once a Week Jul - Dec 1859.pdf/183 ​Page:Once a Week Jul - Dec 1859.pdf/184 ​Page:Once a Week Jul - Dec 1859.pdf/185 ​Page:Once a Week Jul - Dec 1859.pdf/186
# Poem Written to his Jailer

Revolutionary Métis leader Louis Riel wrote a great deal of amateur politically charged poetry in French. This work, written to one of his jailers prior to his execution, was one of the few works he composed in English.
Robert Gordon! I beg you pardon For so having Kept you waiting After some poor verses of mine. You know, my english is not fine. I speak it; but only Very imperfectly.
The snow Which renders the ground all white, From heaven, comes here below: Its pine frozen drops invite Us all To white-keep your thoughts and our acts, So that when our bodies do fall, Our merits, before God, be facts.
How many who, with good desires, Have died and lost their souls to fires? Good desires kept unpractic’d Stand, before God, unnotic’d
O Robert, Let us be fond Of Virtue! Virtues abound In every sort of good. Let virtue be our soul’s food!
Louis “David” Riel.
October 27th 1885.
Regina Jail.
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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# Poem by Burton to his wife

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Written to his wife, as he left the continent
I wore thine image, Fame,
Within a heart well fit to be thy shrine !
Others a thousand boons may gain,
One wish was mine
The hope to gain one smile,
To dwell one moment cradled on thy breast,
Then close my eyes, bid life farewell,
And take my rest !
And now I see a glorious hand
Beckon me out of dark despair!
Hear a glorious voice command,
Up, bravely dare.
And if to leave a deeper trace
On earth, to thee, Time, Fate, deny;
Drown vain regret, and have the grace
Silent to die.
She pointed to a grisly land,
Where all breathes death earth, sea, and air!
Her glorious accents sound once more:
Go, meet me there!
Mine ear will hear no other sound,
No other thought my heart will know.
Is this a sin? 'Oh, pardon, Lord!
Thou mad'st me so.'
       R. F. B.
          September, 1856.
# Poe v. Ullman/Dissent Stewart

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United States Supreme Court
367 U.S. 497
Poe v. Ullman
Argued: March 1, 2, 1961. --- Decided: June 19, 1961
Mr. Justice STEWART, dissenting.
For the reasons so convincingly advanced by both Mr. Justice DOUGLAS and Mr. Justice HARLAN, I join them in dissenting from the dismissal of these appeals. Since the appeals are nonetheless dismissed, my dissent need go no further. However, in refraining from a discussion of the constitutional issues, I in no way imply that the ultimate result I would reach on the merits of these controversies would differ from the conclusions of my dissenting Brothers.

## Notes

This work is in the public domain in the United States because it is a work of the United States federal government (see 17 U.S.C. 105).
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# Poem Tree

This poem has been carved on a tree, the Poem Tree.
As up the hill with labr'ing steps we tread Where the twin Clumps their sheltering branches spread The summit gain'd at ease reclining lay And all around the wide spread scene survey Point out each object and instructive tell The various changes that the land befell Where the low bank the country wide surrounds That ancient earthwork form'd old Mercia's bounds In misty distance see the barrow heave There lies forgotten lonely Cwichelm's grave.
Around this hill the ruthless Danes intrenched And these fair plains with gory slaughter drench'd While at our feet where stands that stately tower In days gone by up rose the Roman power And yonder, there where Thames smooth waters glide In later days appeared monastic pride. Within that field where lies the grazing herd Huge walls were found, some coffins disinter'd Such is the course of time, the wreck which fate And awful doom award the earthly great.
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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# Poem at the Dedication of the Halleck Monument

July 8, 1869
Say not the Poet dies!  Though in the dust he lies,  He cannot forfeit his melodious breath,  Unsphered by envious death!  Life drops the voiceless myriads from its roll;  Their fate he cannot share,  Who, in the enchanted air  Sweet with the lingering strains that Echo stole, Has left his dearer self, the music of his soul!
 We o'er his turf may raise  Our notes of feeble praise,  And carve with pious care for after eyes  The stone with "Here he lies;"  He for himself has built a nobler shrine,  Whose walls of stately rhyme  Roll back the tide of time,  While o'er their gates the gleaming tablets shine That wear his name inwrought with many a golden line!
 Call not our Poet dead,  Though on his turf we tread!  Green is the wreath their brows so long have worn,—  The minstrels of the morn,  Who, while the Orient burned with newborn flame,  Caught that celestial fire  And struck a Nation's lyre!  These taught the western winds the poet's name; Theirs the first opening buds, the maiden flowers of fame!
 Count not our Poet dead!  The stars shall watch his bed,  The rose of June its fragrant life renew  His blushing mound to strew,  And all the tuneful throats of summer swell  With trills as crystal-clear  As when he wooed the ear  Of the young muse that haunts each wooded dell With songs of that "rough land" he loved so long and well!
 Here he sleeps; he cannot die!  As evening's long-drawn sigh,  Lifting the rose-leaves on his peaceful mound,  Spreads all their sweets around,  So, laden with his song, the breezes blow  From where the rustling sedge  Frets our rude ocean's edge  To the smooth sea beyond the peaks of snow. His soul the air enshrines and leaves but dust below!
# Poem by Pedro II of Brazil

I will save us from a thousand spares To mind religion young ; Grace will peserve on following years, And make our virtue strong
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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# Once a Week (magazine)/Series 1/Volume 1/Deer-stalking extraordinary

DEER-STALKING EXTRAORDINARY.
In these days, and at this particular season, when the above manly and bracing exercise is carried on with such unflinching energy, in the wild woods and mountains of Scotland, it may not be out of place to give the general reader an idea of the way in which it is sometimes managed in the far West.
In Central America, that is, the isthmus which connects North and South America, somewhere on the borders of Nicaragua, and some miles from Leon, its capital, they have a custom of sending the ox a deer-stalking, and they actually force the brute to undergo a preliminary education to make him up to his work.
He is tied to a tree by the horns; and is frequently beaten on the head near the roots of his horns, till the latter are loosened, and, of course, ​Page:Once a Week Jul - Dec 1859.pdf/325
# Pekinese Rhymes/1

PEKINESE BABY-SONGS
I
拉大鋸撘大棚 扯大鋸唱大戲 鋸木頭接姑娘 蓋房子請女婿 姥姥家小外甥 娶娘子你也去
NOTES
Singing these words, the mother or any elder of the family takes the baby by the hands and pushes him for and backwards as if it was really the matter of drawing a saw. 姥姥家 lao$^3$ lao$^3$ chia$^1$, the family of the mother's mother. 娶娘子 ch'ü$^3$ niang$^2$-tzŭ, goes to fetch the bride for her son, niang$^2$-tzŭ is the name for a wife, and here it is used instead of 新姑娘 hsin$^1$-ku$^1$-niang$^2$, the real term for a bride. 撘大棚 ta$^1$-ta$^4$-p'eng$^2$, they raise a large matshed. The Chinese houses have not generally large rooms, therefore in marriage, death, anniversary, and other occasions in which many guests are to be invited, ​an additional matshed is raised in the court-yard. 大戲 tā-hsī, a play performed in the matshed by hired actors, an amusement much liked by the Chinese, but which only rich people can afford to have in their houses. 接姑娘請女婿 chie$^1$ ku$^1$-niang$^2$ ch'ing$^3$ nü$^3$-hsü$^4$, the grandmother with her family invites on this marriage occasion her married daughters and their husbands. 外甥 uai$^4$-sheng$^1$, is the name by which a sister's son is designed.
TRANSLATION
(People) draw the saw―pull the saw—saw the wood―build rooms—the grandmother and her family go to fetch the bride―a large mat-shed is raised―in which a play is performed―and they come to take home the married daughters―and to invite their husbands―small nephew―do you want also to go?
# Pekinese Rhymes/14

XIV
張大嫂
李大嫂
上南坡 摘豆角 肚子疼 往家跑 撩炕蓆 鋪炕草 養了個兒子 呌豆保 豆保開大店 又賣饅頭又賣麪
NOTES
大嫂 ta$^4$ sao$^3$, general appellation for the eldest brother's wife; married women call each other ta$^4$ sao$^3$ for sake of ceremony. 豆角 tou$^4$ chiao$^3$, bean pods. 撩 liao$^1$, to grasp, to pull, here, "to pull away" 炕蓆 k'ang$^4$ hsi$^2$, the mat wich is spread on the k'ang. Somebody could be curious to know which of the two ladies ran home, but the song does not satisfy the curiosity.
TRANSLATION
Mistress Chang ― and Mistress Li ― have gone to the Southern slope ― to gather bean pods ― (one of them) felt a pain in her bosom ― and ran home ― pulled off the k'ang-mat ― spread dry ​grass on the k'ang ― and bore a child whom she called Tou$^1$ pao$^3$ ― Tou$^1$-pao$^3$ not it has opened a shop ― and sells bread and flower.
# Pekinese Rhymes/13

XIII
小白菜兒 地裏黃 七八歲兒 離了娘 好好兒跟着爹爹過 又怕爹爹娶後娘 去了後娘三年整 養了個兄弟比我強 他吃菜 我泡湯 哭哭啼啼想親娘
NOTES
Of all the popular songs that are in this collection, I think this one could claim any artistic value. It is very simple, subject and words, but the ​child's grief is movingly depicted. The boy likenes himself to a small cabbage which gets yellow and dry in the earth, because nobody takes care of it. The comparison is not poetical for us, but in China there is nothing peculiarly vulgar attached to the word cabbage. 過 kuo$^4$ is here for 過日子 kuo$^4$ jih$^4$-tzŭ, to live, to get on. 三年整 san$^1$ nien$^2$ cheng$^3$, just after three years. 泡湯 p'ao$^4$ t'ang$^1$, to pour the gravy on the rice. 哭哭帝帝 k'u$^1$ k'u$^1$ t'i$^2$ t'i$^2$, weeping and wailing.
TRANSLATION
Like the small cabbage ― which has become yellow and dry on the ground ~ at the age of seven or eight years, I have lost my mother. ― I lived so well near my father ― only I was afraid he would take another wife ― and he has taken her; just after three years ― they have given me a brother who is more worthy than I am ― because he eats the food ― and I only may pour the gravy on my rice ― weeping and wailing I think of my own mother!
# Pekinese Rhymes/16

XVI
剔燈棍兒 打燈花兒 爺爺兒尋了個禿奶奶兒 眼又斜 嘴又歪 起的爺爺兒竟發獃
NOTES
剔燈棍兒 t'i teng$^1$ kun$^4$ 'r, a wire to pull up the wick in an oil lamp. 打燈花兒 ta$^3$ teng$^1$ hua$^1$ 'r, to take away the burned part of the wick. ― The scene depicted is rather a comic one; a man has married a woman whom he has never seen, and as soon as he enters the nuptial room, he snuffs the candle to see better and perceives that the bride is a very ugly one. 爺爺兒 ye$^2$ ye$^2$ 'r, means in vulgar Pekinese a man, a husband as 奶奶兒 nai$^3$ nai$^3$ 'r, means a woman, a wife. Both words are used in different meanings in family relations technology. 發獃 fa$^1$ tai$^1$, to stare vacantly.
TRANSLATION
With the oil-lamp wire ― he takes away the burned wick ― the man perceives he has got for ​himself a bald wife ― she is squint eyed ― and has a crooked mouth ― the husband is so struck with anger ― that he stares stupidity.
# Pekinese Rhymes/10

X
我兒子睡覺了 我花兒困覺了 我花兒把卜了 我花兒是個乖兒子 我花兒是個哄人精
NOTES
These words are repeated by mothers near the cradles of their sons to get them asleep. The phrase 把卜了 pa$^4$ pu$^3$ la, is rather difficult to explain, because the Chinese themselves cannot give it a meaning. However, after many enquiries I see that people are generally of opinion that this phrase has the meaning of being drowsy, being ​asleep. 乖兒子 kuai$^1$ eur$^2$ tzŭ, an obedient boy, meaning derived from the above mentioned phrase 乖乖 kuai$^1$ kuai$^1$, "be quiet!" 哄人的精 hung$^3$ jen$^2$ ti ching$^1$, the word hung$^3$ which means commonly to deceive, but its original meaning is to cajole, to flatter, to charm. The word ching$^1$ means essence, semen; the whole phrase could be translated: the essence, the flower of those who charm people.
TRANSLATION
My flower is sleeping ― my flower has fallen asleep ― my flower is resting ― my flower is a quiet son ― my flower is the flower of those who charm people.
# Pekinese Rhymes/12

XII
寒鴉兒寒鴉兒過 一遍打十個 熬着吃 煑着吃 剝了皮兒更好吃
NOTES
寒鴉兒 han$^2$ ya$^1$'r' is the Corvus monedula, a white breasted crow; a large number of them comes to Peking from the North, at the beginning of winter, and their first apparition is greeted by the Pekinese boys with these verses who are however too gastronomic to be sentimental. The flesh of these crows is eatable, but the taste for it is not general. 一遍 i$^1$ pien$^4$, at one time. 剝 puo$^1$ is read vulgarly pao$^2$.
TRANSLATION
The white breasted crows, the white breasted crows are passing ― at one time we strike ten of them ― we eat them boiled in gravy ― we eat them boiled ― but they are even better to eat when the skin is taken off them.
# Pekinese Rhymes/15

XV
日頭出來一點紅 師傅騎馬我騎龍 師傅騎馬遶街走 我騎靑龍過海東 海東有我家 我家種着五盆花 大姐愛個紅芍藥 二姐愛個牡丹花 三姐愛的是桃花瓣 四姐愛的是大蓮花 剩下五姐無的愛 一心要出家 出家人兒樂陶陶 一來不受公婆氣 二來不受丈夫熬 三來懷中不抱子 四來散淡又逍遙
NOTES
芍藥 shao$^2$ yao$^4$, peony, lat. pæonia 牡丹 mu$^3$ tan$^1$, ​the tree peony, lat. pæonia mutan. 蓮花, lien$^2$ hua$^1$, the lotus flower, lat. Nelumbium speciosum. 無的愛 u$^2$ ti$^1$ ai$^4$, she has nothing that she likes. 出家 ch'u$^1$ chia$^1$, "to go out of the family" means to enter the monastic life. 樂陶陶 lo$^4$ t'ao$^2$ t'ao$^2$, joyfully, happily. 熬 ao$^1$, to boil, to decoct, and figurately to vex, to disturb. 散淡 san$^3$ tan$^4$, freely, easily, with no coercions 逍遙 hsiao$^1$ yao$^2$, in a state of peace and bliss.
TRANSLATION
The sun has come out like a red spot ― my teacher rides on a horse and I ride on a dragon ― the teacher riding on the horse goes along the streets ― I riding on the dark dragon cross over to the East of the sea ― at the East of the sea there lives my family ― and in my family they cultivate five fllower-pots ― my first sister likes the red peony ― my second sister likes the tree peony ― my third sister likes the petals of the peach blossom ― my fourth sister likes the large lotus blossoms. ― There is the fifth sister who has nothing she may like ― and does not think of other but of becoming a nun ― the women in the monastic life live very happily indeed ― firstly they do not suffer the vexations of father-and mother-in-law ― secondly they do not suffer a husband's maltreatment ― thirdly they do not bear children ― and fourthly they live freely and in a condition of blissful peace.
# One Bill, One Subject Transparency Act (H.R. 46; 117th Congress)

117th congress (2021-2022)
117th CONGRESS 1st Session
H.R. 46
To require that each bill enacted by Congress be limited to only one subject and for other purposes.
IN THE HOUSE OF REPRESENTATIVES
January 4, 2021
Mr. Biggs introduced the following bill; which was referred to the Committee on the Judiciary
A BILL
To require that each bill enacted by Congress be limited to only one subject and for other purposes.
    Be it enacted by the Senate and House of Representatives of the United States of America in Congress assembled,

### SECTION 1. SHORT TITLE.

    This Act may be cited as the “One Bill, One Subject Transparency Act”.

### SEC. 2. ONE SUBJECT PER BILL.

    (a) One Subject.—Each bill or joint resolution shall embrace no more than one subject.
    (b) Subject In Title.—The subject of a bill or joint resolution shall be clearly and descriptively expressed in the title.
    (c) Appropriation Bills.—An appropriations bill shall not contain any general legislation or change of existing law provision which is not germane to the subject matter of the underlying bill. This subsection does not prohibit any provision imposing limitations upon the expenditure of appropriated funds.

### SEC. 3. ENFORCEMENT.

    (a) Multiple Subjects In Title.—If the title of an Act or joint resolution addresses two or more unrelated subjects, then the entire Act or joint resolution is void.
    (b) Provisions Not Expressed In Title.—If an Act or joint resolution contains provisions concerning a subject that is not clearly and descriptively expressed in its title, those provisions shall be void.
    (c) Appropriation Provisions Outside Subcommittee Jurisdiction.—If an Act appropriating funds contains a provision outside of the jurisdiction of the relevant subcommittee of the Committees on Appropriations of the House and of the Senate, and therefore outside the subject of the bill, then such provision shall be void.
    (d) Provisions Of Appropriation Bills Not Germane To Subject Matter.—If an Act appropriating funds contains general legislation or change of existing law provision not germane to the subject matter of the underlying bill, then every such provision shall be void.
    (e) Commencement Of An Action.—Any person, including a Member of the House of Representatives or a Member of the Senate, aggrieved by the enforcement or threat of enforcement of Acts that do not comply with section 2 shall have a cause of action under sections 2201 and 2202 of title 28, United States Code, against the United States to seek appropriate relief, including an injunction against the enforcement of any law, the passage of which did not conform to section 2 or this section. The cause of action only applies to an Act or joint resolution signed into law on or after the date of enactment of this Act.
    (f) State Of Review.—In any judicial action brought pursuant to subsection (e), the standard of review shall be de novo.
# One Blessing had I than the rest

One Blessing had I than the rest So larger to my Eyes That I stopped gauging — satisfied — For this enchanted size —
It was the limit of my Dream — The focus of my Prayer — A perfect — paralyzing Bliss — Contented as Despair —
I knew no more of Want — or Cold — Phantasms both become For this new Value in the Soul — Supremest Earthly Sum —
The Heaven below the Heaven above — Obscured with ruddier Blue — Life's Latitudes leant over — full — The Judgment perished — too —
Why Bliss so scantily disburse — Why Paradise defer — Why Floods be served to Us — in Bowls — I speculate no more —