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# Royal Naval Biography/Alexander, Nicholas

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NICHOLAS ALEXANDER, Esq. [Commander.]
Brother to the late Captain Thomas Alexander, C.B., who died at Rangoon, during the operations against Ava, in Nov. 1825.
This officer was a midshipman on board the Desirée frigate. Captain Henry Inman, at the battle of Copenhagen, April 2d, 1801; and obtained the rank of lieutenant May 18th, 1806. His subsequent services are thus briefly stated in a memorial addressed to the Admiralty, Feb. 3d, 1815:
“He has been twice badly wounded on boat service. He was at the capture of Flushing, attached to the flag-ship of Sir Richard J. Strachan, and served under him as a lieutenant for three years. He suffered severely from the Walcheren fever, and is still labouring under its effects. He was employed in the different attacks made on the American flotilla, towns, store-houses, &c. &c. in the months of April and May, 1813, in the Chesapeake, on which service he was the senior lieutenant. For his conduct on these occasions he received the public thanks of Rear-Admiral Cockburn. He was the senior lieutenant commanding a division of boats in the different attacks made on the Baltimore flotilla in the Patuxent, under the orders of Captain Robert Barrie. He was employed on shore at Parker’s Point, in the Chesapeake, in command of the advance, consisting of only 38 marines and a few seamen, when charged by 120 of the United States’ regular cavalry, supported by 600 infantry with field-pieces: he succeeded in dismounting twenty, killing two, wounding several, and taking two prisoners, without any loss to the party he had the honor of commanding. He was personally engaged with one of the cavalry, whom he wounded and disarmed; for which service he received the approbation of the rear-admiral. He commanded a division of boats at the attacks of forts Peter and St. Mary’s, as senior lieutenant. He is at present ​employed at Cumnberland Island. He has lost two brothers in the military service of his country, &c. &c.
(Signed)“Nicholas Alexander, first lieutenant H.M.S. Dragon.”
Lieutenant Alexander’s memorial was backed by a letter to the following effect:
“Dragon, Chesapeake, Feb. 4th, 1815.
“Sir,– I have received your letter of yesterday’s date, and will have much pleasure in forwarding your memorial through the commander-in-chief; at the same time testifying my full approbation of your general and private conduct while serving under my command; also of your having been always a cheerful volunteer whenever service of danger has presented itself.
(Signed)“Robert Barrie, Captain of H.M.S. Dragon, and senior officer.”
Lieutenant Alexander obtained the rank of commander on the 13th June, 1815; and married, in the same year, Susannah, daughter of Mr. William Legrand, of Cork.
# Public Opinion (Madison)

Public Opinion.
Public opinion sets bounds to every government, and is the real sovereign in every free one.
As there are cases where the public opinion must be obeyed by the government; so there are cases where, not being fixed, it may be influenced by the government. This distinction, if kept in view, would prevent or decide many debates on the respect due from the government to the sentiments of the people.
In proportion as government is influenced by opinion, it must be so by whatever influences opinion. This decides the question concerning a Constitutional Declaration of Rights, which requires an influence on government, by becoming a part of the public opinion.
The larger a country the less easy for its real opinion to be ascertained, and the less difficult to be counterfeited; when ascertained or presumed, the more respectable it is in the eyes of individuals. This is favorable to the authority of government. For the same reason, the more extensive a country the more insignificant is each individual in his own eyes. This may be unfavorable to liberty.
Whatever facilitates a general intercourse of sentiments, as good roads, domestic commerce, a free press, and particularly a circulation of newspapers through the entire body of the people, and Representatives going from, and returning among, every part of them, is equivalent to a contraction of territorial limits, and is favorable to liberty, where these may be too extensive.
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# Quae Nocent Docent

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Written in 1789, first published in the collected works of 1912.
O! mihi praeteritos referat si Jupiter annos!
Oh! might my ill-past hours return again! No more, as then, should Sloth around me throw Her soul-enslaving, leaden chain! No more the precious time would I employ In giddy revels, or in thoughtless joy, A present joy producing future woe.
But o’er the midnight Lamp I'd love to pore, I’d seek with care fair Learning’s depths to sound, And gather scientific Lore: Or to mature the embryo thoughts inclin'd, That half-conceiv'd lay struggling in my mind, The cloisters' solitary gloom I'd round.
'Tis vain to wish, for Time has ta'en his flight — For follies past be ceas’d the fruitless tears: Let follies past to future care incite. Averse maturer judgements to obey Youth owns, with pleasure owns, the Passions' sway, But sage Experience only comes with years.
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# Realities

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* "Realities", a poem by Letitia Elizabeth Landon
* Realities, a novel by Eliza Lynn Linton
* "Realities", a poem by Don Marquis
# Reality (Claude McKay)

First published in Workers' Dreadnought , Vol 7, No. 5 24 April 1920 under pseudonym Hugh Hope
* Reality
* For one soul saved from wreck so many lost;
* For one fair flower so many loathsome weeds;
* For one calm sea so many tempest-tossed;
* One act of love so many hateful deeds.
* For one slight ray of hope a million fears;
* One day of peace long bitter years of strife;
* One hollow laugh a thousand genuine tears;
* Such is the grim reality of life.
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# Realities (Don Marquis)

Published in the collection Dreams and Dust (1915).
WE are deceived by the shadow, we see not the substance of things. For the hills are less solid than thought; and deeds are but vapors; and flesh Is a mist thrown off and resumed by the soul, as a world by a god. Back of the transient appearance dwells in inef- fable calm The utter reality, ultimate truth; this seems and that is.
# Reality

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# Revolution and Counter-revolution

REVOLUTION AND COUNTER-REVOLUTION
OR
GERMANY IN 1848
BY
KARL MARX
Edited by ELEANOR MARX AVELING
CHICAGO CHARLES H. KERR & COMPANY 1907
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PRESS OF
CHICAGO
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# Revoking the Arms Embargo at the Termination of Hostilities in the Chaco, 1934

This Proclamation rescinds Proclamation 2087.
Whereas by a Proclamation of the President issued on May 28,1934, pursuant to a Joint Resolution of Congress approved by the President on the same date, it was declared that the prohibition of the sale of arms and munitions of war in the United States to those countries then engaged in armed conflict in the Chaco might contribute to the reestablishment of peace between those countries; and
WHEREAS by virtue of the Joint Resolution and the Proclamation above mentioned it became unlawful to sell arms or munitions of war to Bolivia or Paraguay; and
WHEREAS the Peace Conference in Plenary Session in Buenos Aires formally adopted on October 28, 1935, a Resolution declaring that the war between Bolivia and Paraguay had come to an end; and
WHEREAS the duly authorized representatives of Bolivia and Paraguay reached an agreement in the names of those countries at Buenos Aires on June 12, 1935, and embodied that Agreement in a Protocol of that date as follows:
"Their Excellencies the Ministers of Foreign Affairs of the Republic of Paraguay and of the Republic of Bolivia, having exhibited their full powers, which were found to be in good and due form, decided, under the auspices of the said Mediation Commission, to conclude an agreement, ad referendum to their respective Governments, on the following bases:
"III"
The adoption of the following measures of security:
"3. The obligation not to make new purchases of war material, other than that indispensable for replacement, until the conclusion of the Treaty of Peace."
NOW, THEREFORE, I, Franklin D. Roosevelt, President of the United States of America, do hereby declare and proclaim that I have found that the prohibition of the sale of arms and munitions of war in the United States to Bolivia or Paraguay will no longer be necessary as a contribution to the reestablishment of peace between those countries, and the above-mentioned Proclamation of May 28, 1934, is hereby revoked as to the sale of arms and munitions of war to Bolivia or Paraguay from and after November 29, 1935, provided, however, that this action shall not have the effect of releasing or extinguishing any penalty, forfeiture or liability incurred under the aforesaid Proclamation of May 28, 1934, or the Joint Resolution of Congress approved by the President on the same date; and that the said Proclamation and Joint Resolution shall be treated as remaining in force for the purpose of sustaining any proper action or prosecution for the enforcement of such penalty, forfeiture or liability.
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# Revive Us Again

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We praise Thee, O God!  For the Son of Thy love,  For Jesus Who died,  And is now gone above.
Refrain  Hallelujah! Thine the glory.  Hallelujah! Amen.  Hallelujah! Thine the glory.  Revive us again.
 We praise Thee, O God!  For Thy Spirit of light,  Who hath shown us our Savior,  And scattered our night.
 All glory and praise  To the Lamb that was slain,  Who hath borne all our sins,  And hath cleansed every stain.
 All glory and praise  To the God of all grace,  Who hast brought us, and sought us,  And guided our ways.
 Revive us again;  Fill each heart with Thy love;  May each soul be rekindled  With fire from above.
# Rigs o' barley (1820)/Oscar's ghost

OSCAR'S GHOST.
Tune, Roslin Castle.
O! See that form that faintly gleams, It's Oscar come to chear my dreams, On wings of wind he flies away; O! stay my lovely Oscar, stay, Wake Ossian, last of Fingal's line; And mix thy tears and sighs with mine: Awake the harp to doleful lays, And sooth my soul with Oscar's praise.
# Rigs o' barley (1820)/The bush aboon Traquair

THE BUSH ABOON TRAQUAIR.
Hear me ye nymphs and every swain, I'll tell how Peggy grieves me, Though this I languish, this complain, alas she ne'er believes me! My vows and sighs like silent air, unheaded never move her, At the bonny bush aboon Traquair, 'twas there I first did love her.
That day she smil'd and made me glad; no maid seem'd ever kinder, I thought myself the luckiest lad, so sweetly there to find her: ​I try'd to soothe my am'rous flame, in words that I thought tender, I more than pass'd I'm not to blame; I mean not to offend her:
Yet now she scornful flees the plain, the fields we then frequented, Where'ere she meets she shows disdain, she looks as ne'er aquainted. The bonny bush bloom'd fair in May, its sweets I'll ay remember, But now her sweets makes it decay, it fades as in December.
Ye rural powers who hear my strains, why thus should Peggy grieve me,
Oh I make her partners in my pains, then ether smiles relieve me. If not, my love will turn despair, my passion no more tender: I'll leave the bush aboon Traquair, to lonely woods I'll wander,
# Rigs o' barley (1820)/The rigs o' barley

THE RIGS O' BARLEY.
It was upon a Lammas night. When corn rigs are bonny, Beneath the moon's unclouded light, I held awa to Annie: Tho time flew by wi' tentless heed Till 'tween the late and early; Wi' sma' persuasions she agreed, To see me thro' the barley.
The sky was blue, the wind was still, The moon was shinin' clearly; I set her down, wi' right guid will, Amang the rigs o' barley: I kent her heart was a' my ain; I lov'd her most sincerely; I kiss'd her owre and owre again, Amang the rigs o' barley.
I lock'd her in my fond embrace, Her heart was beating rarely; My blessings on that happy place. Aman the rigs o' barley! But by the moon and stars sae bright, That shone that hour so clearly; She ay shall bless that happy night, Amang the rigs o' barley.
​I ha'e been blythe wi' comrades dear, I hae been merry drinkin' I hae been joyfu' gath'ring gear, I hae been happy thinkin: But a the pleaures e'er I saw, Tho' three times doubled fairly, That happy night was worth them a', Amang the rigs o' barley.
CHORUS.
Corn rigs, and barley rigs, And corn rigs are bonny: I'll ne'er forget the happy night, Among the rigs wi' Annie.
# Rigs o' barley (1821)

RIGS O’ BARLEY.
Lassie wi' the Raven Locks.
UP IN THE MORNING EARLY
MARY'S DREAM.
GLASGOW: PRINTED FOR THE BOOKSELLERS,
1821.
* Rigs o' Barley
* Lassie wi' the raven locks
* Up in the morning early
* Mary's dream
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# Rigs o' barley (1820)/Charlie's my darling

CHARLIE’S MY DARLING
It was on a Mondays-morning, right early in the year, That Charlie he came to this town, recruiting Granadiers.
And Charlie he's my darling, My darling, my darling, ​And Charlie he's my darling, The young Chevalier.
As he came walking up the street, The City for to view, He spy'd a maiden young and sweet, at a widow looking thro. And Charlie, &c.
She said, My Father's gone abroad, my mother's not at home, You're welcome here, dear Charlie, 'twas you I thought upon. And Charlie, &c.
O he has ta'en his bonny lass, and set her on his knee: Said she, I know, my bonuy lad, you are in love with me. And Charlie, &c.
He took her into his arms, all in his highland dress, And gave her many a clap and kiss, which pleas'd the bonny lass. And Charlie, &c.
Then he took out a purse of gold, it was aa long's his arm, Here, take you that, dear Jenny, it will do you no harm. And Charlie, &c.
​It's up the rosy mountain, let them say what they will, And if we dare not milk the cow, we will be milking still. And Charlie, &c.
O Charlie he's a handsome youth, for him I'll leave my Dad, He is a jewel in mine, my bonny highland lad. And Charlie, &c.
And in her best herself she drest, most comonly to be seen; And for to meet her own true-love she's gone to Aberdeen. And Charlie, &c.
But when she came to Aberdeen, this bonny lowland lass, There she found that her true-love, was gone to Inverness. And Charlie, &c.
But when she came Inverness, she curs'd the day and hour, That her true love was forc'd to flee, and leave Culoden-moor, And Charlie, &c.
Now he is gone and left me, I'm forc'd to lie alone; I'll never have another lad, till my true-love comes home. And Charlie, &c.
​I were free at liberty, and all things at my will, Over the sea I soon would be,
for I vow I love him still And Charlie, &c.
And now my song is ended, of the young Chevalier,
How Charlie he came to this town, and got a volunteer. O Charlie he's my darling, My darling, my darling, O Charlie he's my darling, The young Chevalier.
# Rigs o' barley (1820)/The pitcher

THE PITCHER.
It's not yet day, it' not yet day, then why should we leave good liquor, ​Till the sun beams around as play, we'll sit and take another pitcher, The silver moon she shines so bright, she shines most bright—I swear by Nature, That if my minute-glass goes right, we've time to drink the other pitcher. It's not yet day, &c.
They tell me if I'd work all day, and sleep by night, I'd grow richer; But what is all this world's delight, compar'd with mirth, my friend & pitcher. It's not yet day, it's not yet day, then why should we leave good liquor, 'Till the sun beams around us play, we'll sit and take the other pitcher. I'ts not yet day, &c.
They tell me Tom has got a wife. whose portion will make him the richer, I envy not his happy life, give me good health, my friend & pitcher. It's not yet day, it's not yet day, then why should we leave good liquor, Till the sun beams around us play, we'll sit and take the other pitcher. It's not yet day, &c.
FINIS.
# Rigs o' barley (1821)/Mary's dream

MARYS DREAM.
The lovely moon had climb'd the hill Where eagles big aboon the Dee, And like looks of a lovely dame, Brought joy to every body's ee; A' but sweet Mary, deep in sleep, Her thoughts on Sandie far at sea; A voice drap saftly on her ear, 'Sweet Mary, weep nae mair for me!'
She lifted up her waukening een, To see from whence the voice might be, and there she saw her Sandie stand, Pale, bending on her his hollow ee! O Mary, dear, lament nae mair, I'm in death thraws below the sea; Thy weeping makes me sad in bliss, Sae, Mary weep nae mair for me!
​'The wind slept when we left the bay, But soon it waked and raised the main,
And God he bore us down the deep, Who strave with him but strave in vain!
He stretch'd his arm, and took me up, Tho' laith I was to gang but thee:
I look frae heaven aboon the storm, Sae, Mary, weep nae mair tor me!
'Take off thae bride sheets frae thy bed, Which thou hast faulded down for me;
Unrobe thee of thy earthly stole ——— I'll meet wi' thee in heaven hie.'
Three times the grey cock flapt his wing, To mark the morning lift her ee,
And thrice the passing spirit said, Sweet Mary, weep nae mair for me!
FINIS.
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# Scenes and Hymns of Life, with Other Religious Poems/Lines to a Butterfly Resting on a Skull

LINES
TO A BUTTERFLY RESTING ON A SKULL.
Creature of air and light! Emblem of that which will not fade or die!  Wilt thou not speed thy flight, To chase the south wind through the glowing sky?  What lures thee thus to stay,  With silence and decay, Fixed on the wreck of cold mortality?
 The thoughts, once chamber'd there, Have gathered up their treasures, and are gone;—  Will the dust tell thee where That which hath burst the prison-house is flown?  Rise, nursling of the day!  If thou would'st trace its way— Earth has no voice to make the secret known.
Who seeks the vanished bird, Near the deserted nest and broken shell?  Far thence, by us unheard, He sings, rejoicing in the woods to dwell;  Thou of the sunshine born,  Take the bright wings of morn! Thy hope springs heavenward from yon ruined cell.
# Scenes and Hymns of Life, with Other Religious Poems/Mary Magdalene Bearing Tidings of the Resurrection

XV.
MARY MAGDALENE BEARING TIDINGS OF THE RESURRECTION.
Then was a task of glory all thine own,  Nobler than e'er the still small voice assigned To lips, in awful music making known  The stormy splendours of some prophet's mind.  "Christ is arisen!"—by thee, to wake mankind, First from the sepulchre those words were brought!  Thou wert to send the mighty rushing wind First on its way, with those high tidings fraught— "Christ is arisen!"—Thou, thou, the sin enthralled, Earth's outcast, Heaven's own ransomed one, wert called  In human hearts to give that rapture birth:  Oh! raised from shame to brightness!—there doth lie  The tenderest meaning of His ministry, Whose undespairing love still owned the spirit’s worth.
# Scenes and Hymns of Life, with Other Religious Poems/Mary Magdalene at the Sepulchre

XIV.
MARY MAGDALENE AT THE SEPULCHRE.
Weeper! to thee how bright a morn was given  After thy long, long vigil of despair, When that high voice which burial rocks had riven,  Thrilled with immortal tones the silent air!  Never did clarion's royal blast declare Such tale of victory to a breathless crowd,  As the deep sweetness of one word could bear Into thy heart of hearts, O woman! bowed By strong affection's anguish!—one low word— "Mary!"—and all the triumph wrung from death Was thus revealed! and thou, that so hadst err'd,  So wept, and been forgiven, in trembling faith Didst cast thee down before th' all conquering Son,
# Scenes and Hymns of Life, with Other Religious Poems/Louise Schepler

XVI.
LOUISE SCHEPLER.
Louise Schepler was the faithful servant and friend of the pastor Oberlin. The last letter addressed by him to his children for their perusal after his decease, affectingly commemorates her unwearied zeal in visiting and instructing the children of the mountain hamlets, through all seasons, and in all circumstances of difficulty and danger.
A fearless journeyer o'er the mountain snow Wert thou, Louise! the sun's decaying light, Oft, with its latest melancholy glow, Redden'd thy steep wild way: the starry night Oft met thee, crossing some lone eagle's height, Piercing some dark ravine: and many a dell Knew, through its ancient rock-recesses well, Thy gentle presence, which hath made them bright Oft in mid-storms; oh! not with beauty's eye, Nor the proud glance of genius keenly burning; No! pilgrim of unwearying charity! Thy spell was love—the mountain deserts turning To blessed realms, where stream and rock rejoice, When the glad human soul lifts a thanksgiving voice!
# Scenes and Hymns of Life, with Other Religious Poems/Mother's Litany by the Sick-Bed of a Child

MOTHER'S LITANY BY THE SICK-BED OF A CHILD.
Saviour, that of woman born, Mother-sorrow didst not scorn, Thou, with whose last anguish strove One dear thought of earthly love; Hear and aid!
Low he lies, my precious child, With his spirit wandering wild From its gladsome tasks and play, And its bright thoughts far away:— Saviour, aid!
Pain sits heavy on his brow, E'en though slumber seal it now;
Round his lip is quivering strife, In his hand unquiet life; Aid, oh! aid.
Saviour! loose the burning chain From his fevered heart and brain, Give, oh! give his young soul back, Into its own cloudless track! Hear and aid!
Thou that said'st, "awake, arise!" E'en when death had quenched the eyes, In this hour of grief's deep sighing, When o'erwearied hope is dying! Hear and aid!
Yet, oh! make him thine, all thine, Saviour! whether Death's or mine! Yet, oh! pour on human love, Strength, trust, patience, from above! Hear and aid!