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# Littell's Living Age/Volume 138/Issue 1783/Molly Trefusis

* MOLLY TREFUSIS.
* "Now the Graces are four and the Venuses two,
* And ten is the number of Muses;
* For a Muse and a Grace and a Venus are you, —
* My dear little Molly Trefusis!"
* So he wrote, the old bard of an "old magazine;"
* As a study it not without use is,
* If we wonder a moment who she may have been,
* This same "little Molly Trefusis"!
* She was Cornish. We know that at once by the "Tre;"
* Then of guessing it scarce an abuse is
* If we say that where Bude bellows back to the sea
* Was the birthplace of Molly Trefusis.
* And she lived in the era of patches and bows,
* Not knowing what rouge and ceruse is;
* For they needed (I hope) but her natural rose,
* The lilies of Molly Trefusis.
* And I somehow connect her (I frankly admit
* That the evidence hard to produce is)
* With Bath in its heyday of fashion and wit, —
* This dangerous Molly Trefusis.
* I fancy her, radiant in ribbon and knot
* (How charming that old-fashioned puce is!),
* All blooming in laces, fallals and what not,
* At the Pump Room, — Miss Molly Trefusis.
* I fancy her reigning, — a beauty, — a toast,
* Where Bladud's medicinal cruse is;
* And we know that at least of one bard it could boast, —
* The court of Queen Molly Trefusis.
* He says she was "Venus." I doubt it.
* Beside (Your rhymer so hopelessly loose is!)
* His "little" could scarce be to Venus applied,
* If fitly to Molly Trefusis.
* No, no. It was Hebe he had in his mind;
* And fresh as the handmaid of Zeus is,
* And rosy, and rounded, and dimpled, — you'll find, —
* Was certainly Molly Trefusis!
* Then he calls her "a Muse." To the charge I reply
* That we all of us know what a Muse is;
* It is something too awful, — too acid, — too dry, —
* For sunny-eyed Molly Trefusis.
* But "a Grace." There I grant he was probably right
* (The rest but a verse-making ruse is);
* It was all that was graceful, — intangible, — light,
* The beauty of Molly Trefusis!
* Was she wooed? Who can hesitate much about that
* Assuredly somewhat obtuse is;
* For how could the poet have written so pat
* "My dear little Molly Trefusis!"
* And was wed? That I think we must plainly infer,
* Since of suitors the common excuse is
* To take to them wives. So it happened to her,
* Of course, — "little Molly Trefusis."
* To the Bard? 'Tis unlikely. Apollo, you see,
* In practical matters a goose is;
* 'Twas a knight of the shire, and a hunting J. P.,
* Who carried off Molly Trefusis!
* And you’ll find, I conclude, in the Gentleman's Mag.,
* At the end, where the pick of the news is,
* "On the (blank), at 'the Bath,' to Sir Hilary Brag,
* With a fortune, Miss Molly Trefusis."
* Thereupon … But no farther the student may pry:
* Love's temple is dark as Eleusis;
* So here, at the threshold, we part, you and I,
* From "dear little Molly Trefusis."
* Gentleman's Magazine. Austin Dobson.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 138/Issue 1781/Two Schoolboys

* TWO SCHOOLBOYS.
* Two schoolboys on their way to school
* I day by day was meeting;
* Yet tho' I met them day by day,
* We each and all pursued our way
* Nor changed a friendly greeting.
* At last I got to nod and smile,
* To smile they, too, were willing;
* And then I used to stop and stand,
* And often shake them by the hand,
* And sometimes tip a shilling.
* Till it became a daily treat
* To meet these morning scholars:
* I loved to see their merry looks,
* Tho' schoolward bound, with bag of books,
* Bright cheeks, and shining collars.
* Soon came the summer holidays,
* And when they were half over,
* I took a trip to Germany,
* And three months passed away ere
* I Recrossed the Straits of Dover.
* Again I took that old, old walk,
* What time the leaves were yellow;
* The autumn day was very still —
* Just at the bottom of the hill
* I met one little fellow.
* He hailed me with a joyful cry
* Of joyfulest delectation:
* I laughed to see him laughing so, —
* "But where's our friend?" "What! don't you know?
* He died in the vacation."
* How was it that I turned aside,
* With rough, abruptest bearing?
* No matter; on the instant I
* Turned off, nor even said, "Good-bye,"
* And left the youngster staring.
* Spectator.M.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 138/Issue 1782/Studies from the Antique

* STUDIES FROM THE ANTIQUE.
* KASSANDRA.
* I.
* Virgin of Troy, the days were well with thee
* When, wandering singing by the singing streams
* Of Ilion, thou beheld'st the golden gleams
* Of the bold sun that might not facèd be
* Come murmuring to thy feet caressingly;
* But best that day when, steeped in noontide dreams,
* The young Apollo wrapped thee in his beams,
* And quenched his love in thine as in a sea!
* And later, in thy tower 'twas sweet to teach
* The loveless night the joys high day had known;
* To dream, to wake, — and find thy love impeach
* Late sleep with kisses, and thy spirit flown
* To his, and at the ivoried gates of speech
* Breaking in words as burning as his own.
* II.
* How far from llion, and how far from joy,
* Captive Kassandra, wert thou, when in sight
* Of conquering Greece thou satest on thy height
* Of shame, — a waif from out the wreck of Troy!
* Thine still the burning word, but slave's employ
* Had from thy trembling lip effaced quite
* The kisses of the god, and heaven's light
* Now shone upon thee only to destroy.
* For thee, sun-stricken one, th' abysmal sties
* Of sin lay open as the secret grave, —
* Things of which speech seemed madness, — while thy cries
* On wronged Apollo lost the way to save;
* Till at the last, the faith of upturned eyes
* Brought him to right, as death to free the slave.
* KLYTEMNESTRA.
* I.
* Daughter of gods and men, great ruling will,
* Seething in oily rage within the sphere
* Which gods and men assign the woman here,
* Till, stricken where the wound approved thee still
* Mother and mortal, all the tide of ill
* Rushed through the gap, and nothing more seemed dear
* But power to wreck high ruin, nothing clear
* But the long dream you waited to fulfil.
* Mother and spouse, — queen of the king of men, —
* What fury brought Ægysthus to thy side? —
* That bearded semblant, man to outward ken,
* But else mere mawworm, made to fret man's pride;
* Woman, thy foot was on thy tyrant then!
* Mother, thou wert avenged for love defied!
* II.
* Woman and Greek, — so doubly trained in art! —
* Spreading the purple for the conqueror's tread,
* Bowing with feline grace thy royal head, —
* How perfect, whelp-robbed lioness, thy part!
* One wrong the more to wring the ancient smart,
* Then three swift strokes, and the slow hope blooms red;
* Who shamed the hero lays him with the dead,
* Where nevermore his word may vex her heart.
* Bold queen, what were to thee the gods of Greece?
* What had been any god of any name,
* More than the lion-heart you made to cease —
* Or the live dog to all your humors tame?
* The very furies left your soul in peace
* Until Orestes' sword drove home their claim.
* Contemporary Review. Emily Pfeiffer.
# Lincoln v. Power

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United States Supreme Court
241 U.S. 651
Lincoln v. Power
Per Curiam:

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# Lincoln v. Power/Opinion of the Court

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United States Supreme Court
241 U.S. 651
Lincoln v. Power
Judgment affirmed with costs upon the authority of (1) Re Oteiza y Cortes, 136 U.S. 330, 334, 34 L. ed. 464, 466, 10 Sup. Ct. Rep. 1031, 8 Am. Crim. Rep. 241; Ornelas v. Ruiz, 161 U.S. 502, 508, 40 L. ed. 787, 789, 16 Sup. Ct. Rep. 689; Bryant v. United States, 167 U.S. 104, 105, 42 L. ed. 94, 95, 17 Sup. Ct. Rep. 744; Terlinden v. Ames, 184 U.S. 270, 278, 46 L. ed. 534, 541, 22 Sup. Ct. Rep. 484, 12 Am. Crim. Rep. 424; Elias v. Ramirez, 215 U.S. 398, 406, 407, 54 L. ed. 253, 256, 257, 30 Sup. Ct. Rep. 131; McNamara v. Henkel, 226 U.S. 520, 523, 57 L. ed. 330, 332, 33 Sup. Ct. Rep. 146; (2) David Kaufman & Sons Co. v. Smith, 216 U.S. 610, 54 L. ed. 636, 30 Sup. Ct. Rep. 419; Toop v. Ulysses Land Co. 237 U.S. 580, 59 L. ed. 1127, 35 Sup. Ct. Rep. 739; Manila Invest. Co. v. Trammell, 239 U.S. 31, 60 L. ed. -, 36 Sup. Ct. Rep. 12.
Mr. Addison S. Pratt for appellant.
Mr. Charles Fox for appellee.

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# Lincoln v. United States (197 U.S. 419)

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197 U.S. 419
Lincoln v. United States
Argued: March 3, 1905. --- Decided: April 3, 1905
Messrs. Paul Fuller, Frederic R. Coudert, Jr., and Henry M. Ward for plaintiffs in error and appellant.
[Argument of Counsel from pages 420-421 intentionally omitted]
Messrs. Hilary A. Herbert and Benjamin Micou for certain claimants having interests similar to those of appellant in No. 466.
Solicitor General Hoyt for the United States.
[Argument of Counsel from pages 421-427 intentionally omitted]
Mr. Justice Holmes delivered the opinion of the court:

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# Lincoln v. Iron Company

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103 U.S. 412
Lincoln v. Iron Company
ERROR to the Circuit Court of the United States for the Western District of Michigan.
This was an action brought by the Cambria Irom Company against the township of Lincoln, a body corporate and politie, in the county of Berrien, created under the laws of Michigan. Judgment was rendered for the plaintiff, and the township sued out this writ of error.
The facts are fully stated in the opinion of the court.
Mr H. F. Severens for the plaintiff in error.
Mr. M. J. Smiley for the defendant in error.
MR. JUSTICE BRADLEY delivered the opinion of the court.

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# Little Joe Otter/Chapter 17

CHAPTER XVII
YOWLER THE BOBCAT FOLLOWS
The opportunist oft succeeds Because of trifles that he heeds.
Little Joe Otter.
Yowler the Bobcat, prowling about through the Green Forest, came across the trail of the Otter family. He didn't have to use his nose to follow that trail. Any one with eyes could follow it. The instant he saw it Yowler knew who had made that trail.
"Huh!" muttered Yowler. "Little Joe Otter has started on his travels again. I wonder where he is going this time."
​Then Yowler, more from habit than anything else, put his nose down in that trail and sniffed. A surprising change came over him. He suddenly took great interest in that trail. He had smelled young Otters. Little Joe or Mrs. Otter he wouldn't think of attacking. They were too big and strong, and he knew too well how they could fight. But a young Otter would be a different matter, even though he might be almost fully grown. Certainly this was a matter worth looking into.
So in his usual, sneaking fashion Yowler followed that trail. And at length he came to the big upturned tree and the hole in the snow that led down under the roots. ​Very gently Yowler sniffed. At once his nose was filled with the Otter scent. He grinned hungrily. Those Otters were down there asleep. It was a great temptation to dig down and try to surprise them. But Yowler knew better than to try this. He looked around. A short distance away was a big hemlock tree. Yowler circled around to it and climbed part way up. Then he crouched on a big limb and prepared to wait for those Otters to come out.
He didn't have long to wait. He saw the head of Little Joe Otter pop out of that hole in the snow. Then Little Joe came out. He was followed by Mrs. Otter and then by the two young Otters. ​Yowler's yellow eyes glowed hungrily as he noticed that one of these was smaller than the other.
Little Joe started off at once, and the others fell in behind him. Just as soon as he dared to, Yowler dropped down from that tree and began to sneak after them. It was surprising how fast those Otters traveled. But Yowler can travel fast, and it wasn't long before he had them in sight. Then he moved more cautiously. He sneaked from tree to tree and took advantage of every stump and bush. For awhile the young Otters kept close to their parents. Then from time to time they dropped back, as they stopped to examine things that were new to ​them. Their curiosity satisfied, they would bound ahead to catch up.
"If that smallest Otter will just drop far enough behind so that I can get her alone, I think I'll have an Otter dinner," muttered Yowler. "Those youngsters have got to see everything that is to be seen. They are like all other youngsters, full of curiosity and heedless. They probably think they are quite able to take care of themselves. It certainly will be worth while to follow them for awhile. I haven't anything better to do. Besides, I will go a long way for an Otter dinner." He licked his lips and his mouth watered.
# Little Joe Otter/Chapter 15

CHAPTER XV
LITTLE JOE AND MRS. JOE REACH A DECISION
To eager youth 'tis vain to preach; Experience alone can teach.
Little Joe Otter.
Rough Brother North Wind and Jack Frost had been down from the Far North for some time now. The pond of Paddy the Beaver, the Smiling Pool, and the Laughing Brook, excepting where it ran swiftly, were covered with ice. The Green Meadows and the Green Forest and the Old Pasture were deep with snow. Only those who, like Johnny Chuck and ​Nimble Heels the Jumping Mouse and Striped Chipmunk and Bobby Coon, were asleep in their snug homes, or, like Paddy the Beaver and Jerry Muskrat, had plenty to eat close by their houses, had nothing to worry about. Those who had to hunt for their food were having a hard time of it. They always do in winter.
Little Joe Otter and his family had cause for worry. You know they live on fish. But now they were having to work as they never had before to get enough to eat. You see, they had been fishing so long in the Smiling Pool and along the Laughing Brook that fish were becoming scarce. It was the morning after the coasting ​party that Little Joe and Mrs. Otter went without breakfast that the two young Otters might eat.
"My dear," said Little Joe, "this is the poorest fishing I have ever known. So much of the Laughing Brook is frozen over that only a few places are left in which we can fish. And we have already caught most of the fish in those places. We have got to do something about it."
"I've been thinking that very thing," replied Mrs. Otter. "Shall we take the youngsters down to the Big River?"
"I know of another brook, a bigger brook than this, which has deep spring holes in it, and many places where the water is swift and ​does not freeze. We might go there first," said Little Joe.
"Is it far from here?" asked Mrs. Otter.
Little Joe admitted that it was very far from there. "But what of it?" said he. "It will give the youngsters a chance to see something of the Great World, and that will be good for them. When we reach that brook we can stay there as long as there is good fishing, and then follow it down to the Big River. Then we can come down the Big River and so back here to the Laughing Brook."
Mrs. Otter thought this over for a few minutes. "Wouldn't such a journey over land be dangerous?" she asked.
​"Are you afraid?" asked Little Joe.
"Not for myself," snapped Mrs. Otter rather sharply. "It is the children I am thinking of."
"They've never been in any real danger," said Little Joe. "It would be a good thing for them to make a journey on which they must watch out all the time. It would teach them how to take care of themselves."
Mrs. Otter scratched her nose thoughtfully. "When do we start?" she asked very suddenly.
"To-night," replied Little Joe promptly. "It will be moonlight to-night. Besides, the sooner we start, the sooner we'll get a good meal."
​"You're sure you know the way?" asked Mrs. Otter a bit doubtfully.
"Of course," replied Little Joe. "Do you think I would propose going if I didn't know the way?"
So it was decided that the Otter family would start on a journey that very night.
# Little Joe Otter/Chapter 13

CHAPTER XIII
CURIOSITY IS SATISFIED
The curious to gratify, You first will have to satisfy.
Little Joe Otter.
Peter Rabbit sat at the top of the steep bank of the Laughing Brook in the Green Forest, as puzzled a Rabbit as ever lived. The queer trail he had followed ended in this long furrow straight down the steep bank to the water. Peter hadn't the least idea who had made that queer trail. So he sat there, staring all about rather foolishly, and now and then ​scratching a long ear with a long hind foot.
"Hello, Peter Rabbit! Isn't this great weather? Don't you just love it? I do," said a voice.
Peter stared all around, everywhere but in the right direction. Finally he just happened to look down in the black, cold water of the Laughing Brook. There in the very middle of it he saw a brown head with a pair of bright eyes full of mischief looking up at him.
"Little Joe Otter!" cried Peter. "Goodness, how you startled me! I couldn't tell where that voice came from. Yes, this is fine weather. I like it too. But I hope it won't get any colder."
​"I don't care how cold it gets," declared Little Joe Otter. "By the way, what brings you over here to the Laughing Brook?"
That reminded Peter of the queer trail that had so puzzled him. "Some one, I haven't the least idea who, has been traveling about in the Green Forest, and has left the queerest trail I've ever seen," said he. "In parts of it there are no footprints at all; there is just a long furrow in the snow. Here is one of those furrows right down this bank."
Little Joe Otter's bright eyes twinkled. "That is queer," said he. "Now who under the sun do you suppose could have made it?"
"That's what I want to know," ​declared Peter. "But I guess I'll have to keep on wanting, for I don't see that trail coming out of the water anywhere."
"I'll have to have a little closer look at that. I'll join you in a minute," said Little Joe Otter.
He swam swiftly up the Laughing Brook and came out of the water where the bank was low. Then he made his way around up to where Peter was sitting. "That is a queer trail," said he, trying to keep his eyes from twinkling. "It looks to me as if some one had slid down there. I tell you what, Peter, let's slide down, too, and see how it seems."
"No, thank you," replied Peter promptly, and backed away in a ​rather undignified manner. Just looking at that cold, black water made him chilly.
"Oh, come on, Peter! It is the greatest fun in the world!" cried Little Joe, and giving a quick, hard push with his hind feet he glided right down that furrow flat on his stomach straight into the water. Peter looked over at the trail Little Joe had made getting up there. Then in a flash he understood. That trail which had puzzled him so was made by Little Joe Otter himself. He had made those queer furrows by sliding on his stomach in the same way that he had gone down that bank. Peter gave a happy little sigh. His curiosity was satisfied.
# Little Joe Otter/Chapter 18

CHAPTER XVIII
THE SMALLEST OTTER IS WILFUL
The wilful and the heedless gain Experience through fright and pain.
Little Joe Otter.
Little Joe and Mrs. Otter are wise in the ways and the things of the Green Forest. So, as they journeyed towards the distant brook they had planned to visit, their keen ears caught every little sound, and without bothering to investigate they knew just what had made each little sound. But with the two young Otters it was a very different matter. Everything was ​new and strange and therefore interesting. They wanted to stop and examine everything. Every time they heard a little noise off at one side they wanted to go over and find out what had made it.
Now Mrs. Otter is a good mother, a watchful mother. She kept a keen eye on the two young Otters. And every time they started off she called them back. She warned them that there were dangers in the Green Forest. She did her best to frighten them.
The smallest Otter was headstrong and wilful and heedless. She wanted to have her own way. "Mother is just trying to scare us," she whispered to her brother. ​"I don't believe there is any danger. We haven't seen a single thing to be afraid of. She wants us to tag along at her heels and not have any fun. I want to see all there is to see. She can't scare me. I'm not afraid of any one."
So the smallest Otter kept dropping behind to examine everything that interested her. At the same time she kept a watchful eye on Mrs. Otter, and every time the latter turned to see where the youngsters were, the smallest Otter would go bounding along the trail, hurrying to catch up.
Her brother was more obedient. He sometimes dropped behind, but never as far behind as his sister. Mother Otter, seeing the obedient ​young Otter not far behind, would take it for granted that his sister was not far behind him, and so after a while she became a little less watchful. The smallest Otter soon discovered this, and then she dropped farther back than ever.
"I can't get lost," said she to herself, "because all I have to do is to follow this trail through the snow. I don't care if they do get way ahead. I can catch up any time by hurrying. Now I wonder what that is. I am sure I saw something move under that little tree over to the right."
She stopped and looked very hard at the young tree. The branches were bent down with ​snow. She couldn't see under them. There was nothing moving there now. She looked up the trail. Little Joe and Mrs. Otter were out of sight, and her brother was just disappearing over the top of a little ridge.
"I'm sure I saw something move over there," said the wilful young Otter, looking back at the little tree. "I'm sure I did. It won't take but a minute to go over and find out. Mother always has said that we should learn all we can. How can we learn if we don't try to find out about things? There certainly won't be any harm in looking under that little tree."
Once more she glanced along the trail. Her brother had ​disappeared. No one was in sight. Then she turned and bounded through the snow towards that little hemlock tree. She was going to satisfy her curiosity.