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# Lindsey v. Normet/Dissent Brennan

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* Dissenting Opinions Douglas Brennan
MR. JUSTICE BRENNAN, dissenting in part.
In my view the District Court erred in declining to apply the doctrine of abstention with respect to the availability of defenses in FED actions. The issue [p91] is whether Oregon would violate the Fourteenth Amendment if its substantive view in some circumstances recognized a tenant's rights to withhold rent and retain possession based on the landlord's breach of duty to maintain the premises, but its procedural law would not permit assertion of those rights in defense of an FED action. This constitutional issue is ripe for decision if, and only if, Oregon law (1) recognizes substantive rights of the tenant based on the landlord's brach of duty; (2) recognizes, because of such breach, that a tenant may remain in possession while withholding rent during the term or may hold over after expiration of the term, and (3) excludes the assertion of these rights to continued possession as a defense to an FED action.
The Court's opinion exposes the fallacy of the District Court's conclusion that Oregon law is "clear" and that "[i]t is unlikely that an application of state law would change the posture of the federal constitutional issues." App. 73. For the Court cites Oregon decisions that have recognized certain equitable defenses in FED actions, ante, at 66 n. 11, and can only conjecture that the defenses appellants sought to raise are "apparently" not in this category. We cannot confidently say, therefore, how the Oregon courts would treat appellants' defenses, if available at all, when asserted in an FED suit, or how, if those defenses are available in FED suits, the Oregon courts would apply the requirement of a trial no later than six days after service of process. Clearly, therefore, the Oregon law is susceptible of a "construction by the state courts that would avoid or modify the constitutional question." Zwickler v. Koota, 389 U.S. 241, 249 (1967); Reetz v. Bozanich, 397 U.S. 82 (1970). In these circumstances the District Court should have remitted appellants to the Oregon courts for an authoritative interpretation of Oregon law in [p92] these respects before adjudicating appellants' plainly nonfrivolous constitutional attacks upon the FED Statute.
I would vacate the judgment of dismissal and remand with direction to the District Court (1) to enter judgment declaring that the double-bond requirement of Ore. Rev. Stat. § 105.160 violates the Equal Protection Clause, and (2) to retain jurisdiction and reinstate the temporary restraining order conditioned on the payment of rent into the escrow account, provided appellants, within a time fixed by the District Court, institute appropriate proceedings in the Oregon courts to obtain an authoritative interpretation of the FED Statute with respect to defenses available in actions thereunder.
# Lindsey v. Washington

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United States Supreme Court
301 U.S. 397
Lindsey v. Washington
Argued: May 3, 1937. --- Decided: May 17, 1937
Messrs. Elbert B. Lindsey and
Spencer Gordon, of Washington, D.C., for petitioners.
Messrs. C. C. Quackenbush and Ralph E. Foley, both of Spokane, Wash., for the State of Washington.
Mr. Justice STONE delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Life of John Boyle O'Reilly/Written Under a Portrait of Keats

WRITTEN UNDER A PORTRAIT OF KEATS.
A GOD-LIKE face, with human love and will And tender fancy traced in every line: A god-like face, but oh, how human still! Dear Keats, who love the gods their love is thine.
# Life of Octavia Hill as told in her letters

LIFE OF
OCTAVIA HILL
AS TOLD IN HER LETTERS
EDITED BY C. EDMUND MAURICE
"The Holy Supper is kept indeed  In whatso we share with another's need.  Not what we give, but what we share;  For the gift without the giver is bare."
Vision of Sir Launfal.
MACMILLAN AND CO., LIMITED ST. MARTIN'S STREET, LONDON 1913
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# Life of John Boyle O'Reilly/The Wonderful Country

POEMS
OF
John Boyle O'Reilly.
And how did he live, that dead man there, In the country churchyard laid? O, he? He came for the sweet field air; He was tired of the town, and he took no pride In its fashion or fame. He returned and died In the place he loved, where a child he played With those who have knelt by his grave and prayed. He ruled no serfs, and he knew no pride; He was one with the workers, side by side; He hated a mill, and a mine, and a town, With their fever of misery, struggle, renown; He could never believe but a man was made For a nobler end than the glory of trade. For the youth he mourned with an endless pity Who were cast like snow on the streets of the city. He was weak, maybe; but he lost no friend; Who loved him once, loved on to the end. He mourned all selfish and shrewd endeavor; But he never injured a weak one—never. When censure was passed, he was kindly dumb; He was never so wise but a fault would come; He was never so old that he failed to enjoy The games and the dreams he had loved when a boy. He erred and was sorry; but never drew A trusting heart from the pure and true. When friends look back from the years to be, God grant they may say such things of me.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 130/Issue 1677/Two French Hymns

TWO FRENCH HYMNS. I.
(FROM THE FRENCH OF FRED. CHAVANNES.) "Tu m'as aimé, seigneur, avant que la lumiere."
* O Lord, thou lovèdst me, ere shone the light
* Upon the worlds thy voice had called to be;
* Ere yet the sun, rejoicing in his might,
* Shed life in floods athwart their orbits bright;
* My God, thou lovèdst me.
* Thou lovèdst me, when hung the lifeless frame
* Of Jesus Christ upon th' accursèd tree;
* When to redeem me from th' eternal flame
* Thy holy Son endured my sin and blame;
* My God, thou lovèdst me.
* Thou lovèdst me, when fires of love divine,
* Lit in my heart by Thy good Spirit free;
* Opened new heavens upon my soul to shine;
* When peaceful fruits of righteousness were mine;
* My God, thou lovèdst me.
* And thou wilt love me, — whom thy love hath crowned
* Nor sin, nor earth, nor hell shall pluck from thee;
* Where sin abounded, grace doth more abound;
* Only my love to thine be answering found,
* O thou, who lovèdst me!
II.
((FROM THE FRENCH OF PIERRE CORNEILLE,
CALLED LE GRAND CORNEILLE.)) "O Dieu de vérité pour qui seul je soupire."
* O God of truth, for whom alone I sigh,
* Knit thou my heart by strong sweet cords to thee:
* I tire of hearing; books my patience try.
* Untired to thee I cry:
* Thyself my all shalt be.
* Speak thou alone! — For me nor human lore
* Nor human sage shall now expound thy word;
* Let creatures hold their peace, and thee adore;
* Let voice of man no more,
* But only thine, be heard!
* Lord, be thou near, and cheer my lonely way,
* With thy sweet peace my aching bosom fill;
* Scatter my cares and fears; my griefs allay;
* And be it mine each day
* To love and please thee still.
* My God! Thou nearest me; but clouds obscure
* Ev'n yet thy perfect radiance, Truth divine!
* O for the stainless skies, the splendors pure,
* The joys that aye endure,
* Where thine own glories shine!
* Henry Downton.
* Sunday Magazine.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 130/Issue 1676/Leisure and Love

* LEISURE AND LOVE.
* Sooth 'twere a pleasant life to lead,
* With nothing in the world to do,
* But just to blow a shepherd's reed
* The silent season through,
* And just to drive a flock to feed —
* Sheep, quiet, fond, and few!
* Pleasant to breathe beside a brook,
* And count the bubbles — love-worlds — there;
* To muse upon some minstrel's book,
* Or watch the haunted air;
* To slumber in some leafy nook —
* Or, idle anywhere.
* And then a draught of nature's wine,
* A meal of summer's daintiest fruit;
* To take the air with forms divine;
* Clouds, silvery, cool, and mute;
* Descending, if the night be fine,
* In a star-parachute.
* Give me to live with love alone,
* And let the world go dine and dress:
* For love hath lowly haunts — a stone
* Holds something meant to bless.
* If life's a flower, I choose my own —
* 'Tis "Love in Idleness"!
* Laman Blanchard.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 130/Issue 1676/To a Young Lady on the Approach of the Season

* TO A YOUNG LADY ON THE APPROACH OF THE SEASON.
* I.
* At ten o'clock your maid awakes you;
* You breakfast when she's done your hair;
* At twelve the groom arrives and takes you
* In Rotten Row to breathe the air.
* From twelve to one you ride with vigor;
* Your horse how gracefully you sit;
* Your habit, too, shows off your figure,
* As all your cavaliers admit.
* One other habit I could mention —
* I hope your feelings won't be hurt,
* But you receive so much attention,
* I sometimes fancy you're a flirt.
* Of course you're not annoyed, I merely would indite
* Your life as you lead it by day and night.
* II.
* At two you've lunch; at three it's over,
* And visitors in shoals arrive;
* Admirers many, perhaps a lover —
* Your next event is tea at five.
* At six o'clock you go out driving
* From Grosvenor to Albert Gate,
* To occupy yourself contriving
* Till dinner time comes round at eight.
* Each hour as now the night advances
* Some fresh attraction with it brings;
* A concert followed by some dances —
* The opera, if Patti sings.
* III.
* At twelve you waltz; at one you've leisure
* To try some chicken and champagne;
* At two you do yourself the pleasure
* Of starting off to waltz again.
* At three your partners hate each other —
* You scarcely know which loves you best;
* Emotion you have none to smother,
* But lightly with them all you jest.
* At four your chaperon gives warning
* That it is really time to go;
* You wish good night, and say next morning
* At twelve you'll meet them in the Row.
* IV.
* My darling, you're so very pretty,
* I've often thought, upon my life,
* That it would be a downright pity
* To look upon you as a wife.
* I don't think your ideas of marriage
* With those of many would accord,
* The opera, horses, and a carriage,
* Are things so few men can afford.
* And then you need so much devotion —
* To furnish it who would not try?
* But each would find it, I've a notion,
* Too much for one man to supply.
* Of course you're not annoyed, I merely would indite
* Your life as you lead it by day and night.
* H. Sutherland Edwards.
* Macmillan's Magazine.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 130/Issue 1677

LITTELL'S LIVING AGE.
| Fifth Series, Volume XV. | $\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,$ | No. 1677. — July 29, 1876. | $\scriptstyle {\left\{{\begin{matrix}\ \end{matrix}}\right.}$ | From Beginning Vol. CXXX. |
CONTENTS. :
| I. | Jonathan Swift, | British Quarterly Review, | 259 |
| II. | Infallible, | Chamber's Journal, | 276 |
| III. | Thoughts of an Outsider: International Prejudices, | Cornhill Magazine, | 284 |
| IV. | Carita. By Mrs. Oliphant, author of "Chronicles of Carlingford," "Zaidee," etc., Part III., | Cornhill Magazine, | 294 |
| V. | Quakers and Quakerism. Part II., | Macmillan's Magazine, | 301 |
| VI. | Sketch of a Journey across Africa. By Verney Lovett Cameron, Lieutenant Royal Navy. Part II., | Good Words, | 308 |
| VII. | Harriet Martineau's Autobiography, | Spectator, | 316 |
| VIII. | Periodicity of the Fresh-water Lakes of Australia, | Nature, | 318 |
POETRY. :
| Two French Hymns, | 258 | Church Music, | 258 |
| Rest, | 258 | |
| Miscellany, | Miscellany, | Miscellany, | 320 |
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 130/Issue 1677/Rest

* REST.
* Love, give me one of thy dear hands to hold,
* Take thou my tired head upon thy breast;
* Then sing me that sweet song we loved of old,
* The dear, soft song about our little nest.
* We knew the song before the nest was ours;
* We sang the song when first the nest we found ;
* We loved the song in happy after-hours,
* When peace came to us, and content profound.
* Then sing that olden song to me to-night,
* While I, redlining on thy faithful breast,
* See happy visions in the fair firelight,
* And my whole soul is satisfied with rest.
* Better than all our bygone dreams of bliss,
* Are deep content and rest secure as this.
* What though we missed love's golden summer time,
* His autumn fruits were ripe when we had leave
* To enter joy's wide vineyard in our prime,
* Good guerdon for our waiting to receive.
* Love gave us no frail pledge of summer flowers,
* But side by side we reaped the harvest-field;
* Now side by side we pass the winter hours,
* And day by day new blessings are revealed.
* The heyday of our youth, its roseate glow,
* Its high desires and cravings manifold,
* The raptures and delights of long ago,
* Have passed; but we have truer joys to hold.
* Sing me the dear, old song about the nest,
* Our blessed home, our little ark of rest.
* All The Year Round.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 130/Issue 1676/Physical Influences upon Character

From The Victoria Magazine.
PHYSICAL INFLUENCES UPON CHARACTER.
The influence of physical comforts upon us is far more considerable than we think, or would like it to be thought, perhaps. Let the most prayerful mind be ever so bent upon service to its Maker, its litany, its confessions of wrong-doing, and yet, in the very midst of its devoutest desires for amendment, the chilling frost of an uncongenial place or posture will nip the stoutest protestations in the bud. Temporal inconvenience, in nine cases out of ten, assuredly takes the upper hand where spiritual prostration essays to acknowledge itself. However devotional the character of our mind, however we may make the best intentions to “observe a lively faith in God’s Holy Word,” not to let it sink into mere hebdomadary letter-worship, clogged by the constant round of repetition, yet, should hard-backed seats beset us, should it unfortunately chance that a preacher’s voice is droning or monotonous, these will, spite of an earnest endeavour to fix the attention, more or less affect our thoughts, and otherwise dispose of them. Even the flicker of an elusive sunbeam, or dazzling fugitive mote, will have more influence in unsettling the mind of a would-be conscientious listener than any moral truth that is being poured out before him, and to which he would fain persuade himself to attend. Among the lower classes, how very often it is to be remarked that physical comforts are more effectual in softening their character than the wisest words or the most judiciously-selected tracts. What, say they, is the use of trying to cure our souls, to ask us if we are true Christians, when our children are ​starving, and we ourselves in cold and nakedness? Mere creature comforts will do more for ourselves and for them than any bare words or a holding-up of exemplary lives. Among the women, too, more particularly, a brave burial and a worthy funeral is apparently more a matter of concern than even the loss they have sustained. All the comforting assurances with which kind neighbors ply them fail to create half as much personal satisfaction as the fact of their dead having “a decent” interment. Of all the physical conditions most conducive to a rough but ready estimate of the character of any new acquaintance, or to give you an appreciable understanding of the neighbor beside whom you chance to take your seat, and which is as quick a process of discovering the “inner man” as any I know, is most certainly a dinner. A good dinner is a very safe criterion by which to form an opinion of another, and, let me add, a bad one will do equally as well. Whatever there is of good in a man — wit or humor, consideration or want of consideration, his pet foibles, or his peculiar ambitions, will all manifest themselves, and creep out bit by bit here and them, and proclaim the man despite himself, though to be sure you may be excluded from a certain share of unequable temper, and such minor failings as are more especially reserved for home use, or rather home abuse.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 130/Issue 1677/Church Music

* CHURCH MUSIC.
* Soft, through the rich illumined panes,
* All down the aisle the sunlight rains,
* And sets in red and purple stains.
* And mid this glory from the skies,
* We hear the organ-voice arise.
* Its wings the waking spirit tries:
* It flutters, but it cannot soar.
* Oh! heavenly music, let us pour
* Our woes, our joys, in thee once more.
* All wilt thou take. Thou mak'st no choice.
* Hearts that complain, hearts that rejoice,
* Find thee their all-revealing voice.
* All, all the soul's unuttered things
* Thou bearest on thy mighty wings
* Up, up until the arched roof rings:
* Now soft — as when, for Israel's king,
* Young David swept his sweet harpstring;
* Now loud — as angels antheming.
* Oh! tell what myriad heads are bent.
* Oh! tell what myriad hearts repent.
* He will look down: He will relent.
* It dies. The last low strain departs.
* With deep "Amen" the warm tear starts.
* The peace of Eden fills our hearts.
* Katherine Saunders.
# Leaves of Grass (1882)/Autumn Rivulets/Unnamed Lands

UNNAMED LANDS.
Nations ten thousand years before these States, and many times ten thousand years before these States, Garner'd clusters of ages that men and women like us grew up and travel'd their course and pass'd on, What vast-built cities, what orderly republics, what pastoral tribes and nomads, What histories, rulers, heroes, perhaps transcending all others, What laws, customs, wealth, arts, traditions, What sort of marriage, what costumes, what physiology and phrenology, What of liberty and slavery among them, what they thought of death and the soul, Who were witty and wise, who beautiful and poetic, who brutish and undeveloped, Not a mark, not a record remains—and yet all remains.
O I know that those men and women were not for nothing, any more than we are for nothing, ​I know that they belong to the scheme of the world every bit as much as we now belong to it.
Afar they stand, yet near to me they stand, Some with oval countenances learn'd and calm, Some naked and savage, some like huge collections of insects, Some in tents, herdsmen, patriarchs, tribes, horsemen, Some prowling through woods, some living peaceably on farms, laboring, reaping, filling barns, Some traversing paved avenues, amid temples, palaces, factories, libraries, shows, courts, theatres, wonderful monuments.
Are those billions of men really gone? Are those women of the old experience of the earth gone? Do their lives, cities, arts, rest only with us? Did they achieve nothing for good for themselves?
I believe of all those men and women that fill'd the unnamed lands, every one exists this hour here or elsewhere, invisible to us, In exact proportion to what he or she grew from in life, and out of what he or she did, felt, became, loved, sinn'd, in life.
I believe that was not the end of those nations or any person of them, any more than this shall be the end of my nation, or of me; Of their languages, governments, marriage, literature, products, games, wars, manners, crimes, prisons, slaves, heroes, poets, I suspect their results curiously await in the yet unseen world, counterparts of what accrued to them in the seen world, I suspect I shall meet them there, I suspect I shall there find each old particular of those unnamed lands.
# Leaves of Grass (1882)/Autumn Rivulets/Vocalism

VOCALISM.
1
Vocalism, measure, concentration, determination, and the divine power to speak words; Are you full-lung'd and limber-lipp'd from long trial? from vigorous practice? from physique? Do you move in these broad lands as broad as they? Come duly to the divine power to speak words? For only at last after many years, after chastity, friendship, procreation, prudence, and
After treading ground and breasting river and lake, After a loosen'd throat, after absorbing eras, temperaments, races, after knowledge, freedom, crimes, After complete faith, after clarifyings, elevations, and removing obstructions, After these and more, it is just possible there comes to a man, a woman, the divine power to speak words; Then toward that man or that woman swiftly hasten all—none refuse, all attend, Armies, ships, antiquities, libraries, paintings, machines, cities, hate, despair, amity, pain, theft, murder, aspiration, form in close ranks, They debouch as they are wanted to march obediently through the mouth of that man or that woman.
2
O what is it in me that makes me tremble so at voices? Surely whoever speaks to me in the right voice, him or her I shall follow, As the water follows the moon, silently, with fluid steps, anywhere around the globe.
All waits for the right voices; Where is the practis'd and perfect organ? where is the developed soul? For I see every word utter'd thence has deeper, sweeter, new sounds, impossible on less terms.
​I see brains and lips closed, tympans and temples unstruck, Until that comes which has the quality to strike and to unclose, Until that comes which has the quality to bring forth what lies slumbering forever ready in all words.
# Leaves of Grass (1882)/Autumn Rivulets/Warble for Lilac-Time

WARBLE FOR LILAC-TIME.
Warble me now for joy of lilac-time, (returning in reminiscence,) Sort me O tongue and lips for Nature's sake, souvenirs of earliest summer, Gather the welcome signs, (as children with pebbles or stringing shells,) Put in April and May, the hylas croaking in the ponds, the elastic air, Bees, butterflies, the sparrow with its simple notes, ​Blue-bird and darting swallow, nor forget the high-hole flashing his golden wings, The tranquil sunny haze, the clinging smoke, the vapor, Shimmer of waters with fish in them, the cerulean above, All that is jocund and sparkling, the brooks running, The maple woods, the crisp February days and the sugar-making, The robin where he hops, bright-eyed, brown-breasted, With musical clear call at sunrise, and again at sunset, Or flitting among the trees of the apple-orchard, building the nest of his mate, The melted snow of March, the willow sending forth its yellow-green sprouts, For spring-time is here! the summer is here! and what is this in it and from it? Thou, soul, unloosen'd—the restlessness after I know not what; Come, let us lag here no longer, let us be up and away! O if one could but fly like a bird! O to escape, to sail forth as in a ship! To glide with thee O soul, o'er all, in all, as a ship o'er the waters; Gathering these hints, the preludes, the blue sky, the grass, the morning drops of dew, The lilac-scent, the bushes with dark green heart-shaped leaves, Wood-violets, the little delicate pale blossoms called innocence, Samples and sorts not for themselves alone, but for their atmosphere, To grace the bush I love—to sing with the birds, A warble for joy of lilac-time, returning in reminiscence.
# Leaves of Grass (1882)/Autumn Rivulets/What am I After All

WHAT AM I AFTER ALL.
What am I after all but a child, pleased with the sound of my own name? repeating it over and over; I stand apart to hear—it never tires me.
To you your name also; Did you think there was nothing but two or three pronunciations in the sound of your name?