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# Life And Letters Of Maria Edgeworth/Volume 2/Letter 75

To MISS HONORA EDGEWORTH.
1 NORTH AUDLEY STREET,
Jan. 8, 1831.
Now I will tell you of my delightful young Christmas party at Mrs. Lockhart's. After dinner she arranged a round table in the corner of the room, on which stood a magnificent iced plum cake. There were to be twelve children: impossible to have room for chairs all round the table: it was settled that the king and queen alone should be invited to the honours of the sitting; but Mr. Lockhart, in a low voice, said, "Johnny! there must, my dear Sophia, you know, be a chair for Johnny here—all's right now."
Enter first, Miss Binning, a young lady of fifteen, Johnny's particular friend, who had been invited to make crowns for the king and queen—a very nice elegant-looking girl with a slight figure.
Then came from the top of the stairs peals of merry laughter, and in came the revel rout; the king and queen with their gilt paper admirable crowns on their heads, and little coronation robes; the queen was Mrs. Lockhart's youngest child, like a dear little fairy; and the king to match. All the others in various ways pleasing and prettily simply dressed in muslins of a variety of colours; plenty of ringlets of glossy hair, fair or brown, none black, with laughing blue eyes. And now they look at the tickets they have drawn for their twelfth-night characters, and read them out. After eating as much as well could be compassed, the revel rout ran upstairs again to the drawing-room, where open space and verge enough had been made for hunt the slipper; and down they all popped in the circle, of which you may see the likeness in the Pleasures of Memory. Then came dancing; and as the little and large dancers were all Scotch, I need not say how good it was. Mrs. Lockhart is really a delightful creature, the more lovable the closer one comes to her and in London. How very, very kind of her to invite me to this quite family party; if she had invented for ever, she could not have found what would please me more.
# Life And Letters Of Maria Edgeworth/Volume 2/Letter 77

To MISS HONORA EDGEWORTH.
NORTH AUDLEY STREET,
Feb. 10, 1831.
I am just come home from breakfasting with Sir James Macintosh. Fanny was with me, double, double pleasure, but we both feel as we suppose dramdrinkers do after their "mornings." My hand and my mind are both unsteadied and unfitted for business after this intoxicating draught. O what it is to "come within the radiance of genius," not only every object appears so radiant, but I feel myself so much increased in powers, in range of mind, a vue d'oiseau of all things raised above the dun dim fog of commonplace life. How can any one like to live with their inferiors and prefer it to the delight of being raised up by a superior to the bright regions of genius? The inward sense of having even this perception of excellence is a pleasure far beyond what flattery can give. Flattery is like a bad perfume, nauseous and overpowering after the first waft, and hurtful as well as nauseous. But as luncheon is coming and we must go directly to the Admiralty to see Captain Beaufort, and then to the Carrs'—no more rhodomontading to-day.

## Footnotes

* ↑ Quoted from a letter of her sister Anna after the death of Dr. Beddoes.
# Madame de Staël

This volume is part of the Eminent Women Series, edited by John H. Ingram.
MADAME DE STAËL
BY
BELLA DUFFY.
LONDON: W. H. ALLEN & CO., 13 WATERLOO PLACE, S.W.
1887.
london: printed by w. h. allen and co., 13 waterloo place, s.w.
PREFACE.
Unpublished correspondence—that delight of the eager biographer—is not to be had in the case of Madame de Staël, for, as is well known, the De Broglie family either destroyed or successfully hid all the papers which might have revealed any facts not already in possession of the world.
The writer of the present brief memoir has, consequently, had to fall back upon the following well-known works:
The Correspondance of the Abbé Galiani, of Mme. Du Deffand, of Rahel Varnhagen, and of Schiller; the Memoirs of Marmontel, of Mme. D'Arblay, of Mme. de Rémusat, of Mme. d'Abrantès, of Bourrienne, and of the Comte de Montlosier; Ticknor's Letters; Châteaubriand's Mémoires d'Outre Tombe; De Goncourt's Histoire de la Société Française pendant la Révolution, and Histoire de la Société Française pendant le Directoire; Lacretelle's Dix Années d'Épreuve; Michelet's Le Directoire, Le Dix-huit Brumaire, and Jusqu'à Waterloo; Le Salon de Madame Necker, by Vicomte d'Haussonville; Studies of the Eighteenth Century in Italy, by Vernon Lee; Byron's Letters; ​Benjamin Constant's Letters to Mme. Récamier; Coppet and Weimar; Les Correspondants de Joubert, by Paul Raynal; Les Causeries du Lundi, and other studies by Ste. Beuve; Droz' Histoire du Règne de Louis XVI.; Villemain's Cours de Littérature Française; the fragments from Constant's Journals, recently published in the Revue Internationale; Sismondi's Journals and Letters; and sundry old articles in the Revue des Deux Mondes; besides various other volumes, of which the list would be long and wearisome to detail.
BELLA DUFFY.
CONTENTS.
page
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# Lost in the Woods

* "Lost in the Woods" from In the Wilderness, 1878
* "Lost in the Woods" in A-Hunting of the Deer, and other essays, 1906.
# Lost on Dress Parade

* "Lost on Dress Parade" in The Four Million (1906)
* "Lost on Dress Parade" in The ransom of Red Chief and other O. Henry stories for boys (1921)
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 130/Issue 1679/The Song-Bird

* THE SONG-BIRD.
* "L'oiseau posé sur des rameaux tout frêles chante
* pourtant sachant qu'il a des ailes."
* The song-bird singeth on the bough,
* His song is never sad;
* The bough is frail, the wind is high,
* And yet his song is glad, —
* He knoweth he hath wings.
* That carol riseth higher yet
* When morning turneth night to day,
* And still some notes when passing clouds
* Obscure the heavenly ray, —
* He knoweth he hath wings.
* O Thou whose voice the spirits hear,
* Speak to our souls in doubt or fear,
* And tell us we have wings;
* Bid every dark misgiving cease,
* And all be confidence and peace, —
* Oh tell us we have wings.
* A. M. Jeaffreson.
* Golden Hours.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 130/Issue 1680/To a Caged Bob-o-link in the City

* TO A CAGED BOB-O-LINK IN THE CITY.
* Bird of the meadow,
* Sunlight and shadow,
* Swaying at ease on the tall blooming math,
* Blissfully swinging,
* Gleefully singing,
* Where the low breezes join in the laugh.
* Once so cheerily,
* Now so drearily,
* Run these sad hours in the long stony street;
* No dale or mountain,
* Grain-field or fountain,
* Only the clamor, the dust, and the heat.
* Here thou art dozing,
* Sadly reposing,
* Hiding thy head 'neath a poor prisoned wing,
* Dreaming of heaven,
* Whence thou wast riven,
* And all the glad light and the glory of spring.
* Sweet little lover,
* Scenting the clover,
* Brushing the dewdrops in dreams from the spray,
* Where are thy loved ones?
* Where are thy lost ones?
* Mournful, I ween, is thy poor captive lay.
* Oh, it was needless,
* This act so heedless,
* To prison thee here in a dull city room;
* Hostage of gladness,
* Given to sadness,
* Born out of sunlight and music and bloom.
* See, he is waking,
* His pinions shaking,
* And out pours a flood-tide of melody bright;
* Now it is rushing,
* Gurgling and gushing,
* Like the clear stream of the soul's pure delight.
* Oh, the sweet feeling,
* Rippling and reeling,
* Tipsy with glee as it pours from his heart!
* Naught can I summon,
* Divine or human,
* To paint, sweet enchanter, all that thou art.
* Steeped in contentment,
* Naught of resentment
* Lurks in the bliss of thy rollicking strain:
* Spurning thy durance,
* With perfect assurance
* That solely to live is an infinite gain.
* Blessed forerunner
* Of changeless summer,
* Ecstacy's home is thy dear little breast;
* Tell me thy secret;
* Canst thou reveal it?
* Tell me, oh tell me, why thou art blest.
* Then shall these places
* Blossom with graces,
* Where I have sighed so long to be free;
* Sharing thy spirit,
* All joy to inherit,
* Captive, oh, then shall captivity be.
* Augusta Larned.
* N. Y. Evening Post.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 130/Issue 1679/Dreamland

* DREAMLAND.
* Dreaming of kindlier, warmer suns,
* Dreaming of happier hours,
* We dwell in a future that never sheds
* O'er our heads its living flowers;
* In fancy we gather with eager glee
* What fate dooms to perish in infancy.
* The youth is dreaming of laurels won
* On the battle-field of life,
* He sees the hour of triumph near,
* Nor recks of the years of strife;
* Yet his flashing eye shall be sunk and dim
* Ere the victor's wreath may be wove for him.
* The maiden dreameth the dearest dream
* The human heart may treasure,
* Of a sun-lit home where faith and love
* Flow forth in ceaseless measure;
* Let her dream, — nor whisper the future brings
* No rainbow hues on its darkening wings.
* Let them dream — they will rouse at duty's call,
* Eager for nobler doing,
* Will catch the light on her steel-crowned helm,
* And turn from fancy's wooing,
* And visions of love and of fame will die
* As the sunset gleam from the wintry sky.
* And yet, — though the dreams of earth be fair,
* God grant that a dreamless sleep
* May seal the eyes that have learned too well
* O'er waking thoughts to weep;
* Till a morn shall break in their dazzled sight,
* Crowning earth's dreams with a truer light.
* Isabella M. Mortimer.
* Golden Hours.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 130/Issue 1680

LITTELL'S LIVING AGE.
| Fifth Series, Volume XV. | $\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,$ | No. 1680. — August 19, 1876. | $\scriptstyle {\left\{{\begin{matrix}\ \end{matrix}}\right.}$ | From Beginning Vol. CXXX. |
CONTENTS. :
| I. | Ticknor's Memoirs, | Quarterly Review, | 451 |
| II. | John's Hero, | Blackwood's Magazine, | 473 |
| III. | Italian Art and Literature before Giotto and Dante, | Macmillan's Magazine, | 480 |
| IV. | How I Went to the Levee, | Macmillan's Magazine, | 490 |
| V. | Memoir of Norman Macleod, D.D., | Church Quarterly Review, | 498 |
| VI. | London under an Indian Climate, | Spectator, | 505 |
| VII. | The Tasmanians, | Nature, | 507 |
| VIII. | The American Centenary, | Spectator, | 510 |
POETRY. :
| To a Caged Bob-o-link in the City, | 450 | Lilies, | 450 |
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 130/Issue 1681

LITTELL'S LIVING AGE.
| Fifth Series, Volume XV. | $\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,$ | No. 1681. — August 26, 1876. | $\scriptstyle {\left\{{\begin{matrix}\ \end{matrix}}\right.}$ | From Beginning Vol. CXXX. |
CONTENTS. :
| I. | Lord Macaulay, | Quarterly Review, | 515 |
| II. | What She Came Through. By Sarah Tytler, author of "Lady Bell," etc., Part XIII., | Good Words, | 542 |
| III. | Moresby's "New Guinea and Polynesia", | Edinburgh Review, | 553 |
| IV. | Carita. By Mrs. Oliphant, author of "Chronicles of Carlingford," "Zaidee," etc., Part V., | Cornhill Magazine, | 563 |
| V. | The Poetry of Leading Law Cases, | Spectator, | 572 |
| VI. | The First Appearance of Gipsies, | Temple Bar, | 575 |
POETRY. :
| A Summer's Ghost, | 514 | My Treasures, | 514 |
| A Water-Lily at Evening, | 514 | To Kate, | 514 |
| The Lily of the Valley, | 514 | | |
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 130/Issue 1679/Miscellany

Popular Science Review.
Periodicity of Hurricanes. — Vice-Admiral Fleuriot de Langle has published in the two last numbers of the Revue Maritime et Coloniale a long discussion on the periodicity of cyclones in all parts of the world. The paper seems to have been first read at the Geographical Conference in Paris last autumn. M. de Langle seeks to connect these storms directly with astronomical phenomena, as will be seen from the conclusions which he gives in the following sentences: —
    We may deduce from the preceding investigations that when the latitude of the place, the declination of the sun or the moon resume the same values respectively, and these phenomena coincide with an eclipse of the sun or the moon, or with a phase of the moon, on its approach to its apogee or perigee, there is danger of a hurricane. If at these critical periods there is any unsteadiness in the winds, extra caution is required when the apogee or perigee occurs near the time of full or new moon.
Of course, the statements are corroborated by a copious array of diagrams and tables, but after a careful study of the paper we fail to find that much has been added to our knowledge of the subject. There seems to be one radical defect in the reasoning, which influences all discussions of the relation between the moon and the weather. The hour of occurrence of a phenomenon at one station is taken, and the relation of that occurrence to the moon's age and position is investigated; but it is persistently ignored that the hurricane moves over the earth's surface, so that if its occurrence at A coincides with the period of any other phenomenon, it must necessarily fail to coincide with it at B.
Iron, on the authority of the Icelandic paper Nordlingr, states that two enterprising Icelanders, named Jow Thorkellsson and Sigindur Kraksson, have explored the volcanic region of the Dygyur Jelden. They started on their hazardous expedition from the Bardadal on Feb. 7, and in the course of their two days' exploration they succeeded, under great difficulties and dangers, in descending into the crater of the volcano Asya, where, at about three thousand feet below the upper margin, they reached the bottom, and found themselves on the brink of a lake of seething hot water, which was apparently of great depth. Near the southern extremity of this lake the ground was broken up by fissures and pools, which prevented further progress in that direction, while the entire space resounded with the noise of loud subterranean thunder. North of the great crater the explorers found an opening about six hundred feet wide, which appeared to be of about equal depth, from which issued dense masses of sulphurous smoke, accompanied by loud and deafening sounds.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 130/Issue 1679/Saints

* SAINTS.
* I see them with their heavenward eyes.
* Men who in Christ abide;
* The long train ceases not to rise
* Through time's unceasing tide,
* And a grave across each pathway lies
* But the path swerves not aside.
* Like a chorus which no discords mar,
* Sober and clear and grand,
* Like a scroll upreaching to a star,
* Caught by an angel's hand,
* Like a wind beginning from afar,
* And covering all the land,
* They sound, they pass; each man beholds
* The Master's risen face,
* Each arm some near beloved enfolds,
* Yet keeps its forward place,
* The weak one leans, the strong upholds,
* But all are in the race.
* Up, through the darkness and the pain,
* Up, through the joy and light,
* Earth's myriad hands are raised in vain
* To baffle or invite,
* Life shows them nothing to detain,
* Death, nothing to affright.
* By all things fair their course is graced,
* By all things bitter, healed;
* Gathering like servants sent in haste
* Who, being challenged, yield,
* And through the garden on the waste,
* Guide to God's happy field.
* To them each human loss is gain
* Withdrawn or sacrificed,
* Nothing but sin was all in vain,
* And that, which long enticed,
* Falls from each soul and leaves no stain
* At the first smile of Christ.
* The flock of God goes up and on,
* And if, as sin departs,
* Some faces from the throng are gone
* Leaving some broken hearts,
* God, full of pity for his own,
* Dries every tear that starts.
* The flock of God is strong and swift
* And it devours the way,
* Longing to see the curtain lift
* From the everlasting day;
* How slight the toil, how vast the gift,
* How weary the delay!
* Lord, gather us beneath their feet
* As thy good will shall be!
* The service of thy saints is sweet
* When they are serving thee;
* Souls for inheritance unmeet
* May serve eternally.
* M. B. Smedley.
* Good Words.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 130/Issue 1680/Lilies

* LILIES
* IN MEMORIAM.
* The west has lost its golden glow,
* The tall white lilacs stand a-row
* Behind the beds of musk;
* The woodbine climbs the garden rail,
* And in the copse the nightingale
* Is singing through the dusk.
* We stand beside the cedar-tree,
* We mark, as far as eyes can see,
* Our garden's utmost bound;
* The level lawn, the beds of bloom,
* The elms beyond the hedge of broom,
* And all is hallowed ground.
* We pace the bordered garden walk,
* Where best she loved to play and talk
* About the bees and flowers;
* Among the lilies she would flit,
* Or, lily-like, beside them sit
* The long sunshiny hours.
* Full oft we wove them for a crown
* To deck the ringlets, chestnut-brown,
* That on her shoulders strayed.
* Ah, Heaven! how fond, how blind we were,
* We thought her more than earthly fair,
* And yet were not afraid.
* We might have known a soul so white
* Was God's, was Heaven's, by holy right,
* And never could be ours;
* We might have known we could not keep
* The child whose thoughts were grave and deep,
* And pure as lily flowers.
* Too good, too fair, too pure for us,
* But when keen anguish pierces thus,
* The bleeding heart will faint;
* And we must madly wish awhile
* That she could barter for our smile
* The palm-branch of the saint.
* We cannot say we feel it best
* That she was taken from our breast,
* While such hot pulses stir;
* And thinking of the new-turned sod,
* We cannot, all at once, thank God,
* That he has gathered her.
* We can but look with bitter tears
* Backward and forward o'er the years.
* God's will our life has crossed!
* We can but let that will be done,
* We can but pray that she has won
* Far more than we have lost.
* God may be good to us, and give
* Such comfort as will let us live
* In peace from day to day;
* But joy will only dawn that hour
* Wherein we see our lily flower
* In regions far away.
* All The Year Round.
# Kindle, Savior, in my heart

Bitter and sweet by John Newton
    Kindle, Savior, in my heart
    A flame of love divine;
    Hear, hear, for mine I trust thou art,
    And sure I would be thine:
    If my soul has felt thy grace,
    If to me thy name is known;
    Why should trifles fill the place,
    Due to thyself alone.
    'Tis a strange mysterious life
    I live from day to day;
    Light and darkness, peace and strife,
    Bear an alternate sway;
    When I think the battle won
    I have to fight it o'er again;
    When I say I'm overthrown,
    Relief I soon obtain.
    Often at the mercy-seat
    While calling on thy name;
    Swarms of evil thoughts I meet,
    Which fill my soul with shame.
    Agitated in my mind,
    Like a feather in the air;
    Can I thus a blessing find?
    My soul, can this be prayer?
    But When CHRIST, my LORD and Friend,
    Is pleased to show his pow'r;
    All at once my troubles end,
    And I've a golden hour:
    Then I see his smiling face,
    Feel the pledge of joys to come;
    Often, LORD, repeat this grace
    Till thou shalt call me home.
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# Kindred

"Tender grass in April springing"
* Coates, Florence Earle (1908), "Kindred" in Harper's Monthly Magazine (November 1908).
* Coates, Florence Earle (1909), "Kindred" in Lyrics of Life (1909).
* Coates, Florence Earle (1916), "Kindred" in Poems I.

## References

* ↑ View this version at Google Books.
# Kinder v. Scharff

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United States Supreme Court
231 U.S. 517
Kinder v. Scharff
Argued: December 4 and 5, 1913. --- Decided: December 15, 1913
Messrs. Hannis Taylor, A. P. Pujo, L. A. Goudeau, and W. B. Williamson for plaintiff in error.
Death of James A. Kinder suggested, and appearance of Edgar N. Collins, his successor as trustee, filed and entered December 1, 1913, as plaintiff in error herein.
[Argument of Counsel from pages 517-519 intentionally omitted]
Messrs. Charles A. McCoy, Leland H. Moss, and Robert L. Knox for defendant in error.
[Argument of Counsel from page 519 intentionally omitted]
Mr. Justice Holmes delivered the opinion of the court:

## Notes

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# Kindred v. Union Pacific Railroad Company

United States Supreme Court
225 U.S. 582
Kindred v. Union Pacific Railroad Company
Argued: November 9, 1911. --- Decided: June 10, 1912
Messrs. Edward D. Osborn, A. M. Harvey, and Frank Doster for appellants.
[Argument of Counsel from pages 583-588 intentionally omitted]
Mr. Maxwell Evarts for appellee.
[Argument of Counsel from pages 588-590 intentionally omitted]
Mr. Justice Van Devanter delivered the opinion of the court:

## Notes

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# Kinetic Theories of Gravitation

Taylor, William Bower (1876), "Kinetic Theories of Gravitation", Annual Report of the Board of Regents, Smithsonian Institution, for the year 1876, : 205-282, <http://www.archive.org/details/annualreportofbo1876smit>.
* Introduction
* Conditions of the Problem
* Villemot, 1707
* Bernouilli, 1734
* Lesage, 1750
* Euler, 1760
* Herapath, 1816
* Guyot, 1832
* Faraday, 1844
* Seguin, 1848
* Boucheporn, 1849
* Lamé, 1852
* Waterston, 1858
* Challis, 1859
* Glennie, 1861
* Keller, 1863
* Tait, 1864
* Saigey, 1866
* Croll, 1867
* Leray, 1869
* Boisbaudran, 1869
* Guthrie, 1870
* Crookes, 1873
* General Conclusions
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# Littell's Living Age/Volume 135/Issue 1743/Miscellany

​A Swedish paper just received publishes an interesting article under the heading, "Why is the Climate of Europe growing Colder?" The article states that in the Bay of Komenok, near Koma, in Greenland, fossil and very characteristic remains of palm and other trees have been discovered lately, which tend to show that in these parts formerly a rich vegetation must have existed. But the ice period of geologists arrived, and, as a consequence of the decreasing temperature, this ﬁne vegetation was covered with ice and snow. This sinking in the temperature, which moved in a southerly direction, as can be proved by geological data, i.e., the discovery of fossil plants of certain species, seems to be going on in our days also. During the last few years the ice has increased far towards the south; thus between Greenland and the Arctic Sea colossal masses of ice have accumulated. On European coasts navigators now frequently ﬁnd ice in latitudes where it never existed before during the summer months, and the cold reigning upon the Scandinavian peninsula this summer results from the masses of ice which are ﬂoating in the region where the Gulf Stream bends towards our coasts. This is a repetition of the observations made in the cold summer of 1865. The unaccustomed vicinity of these masses of ice has rendered the climate of Iceland so cold that corn no longer ripens there, and the Icelanders, in fear of a coming famine and icy climate, begin to found a new home in North America.