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# Executive Order 184

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Signed by President Theodore Roosevelt Monday, July 21, 1902
In the exercise of the power vested in the President by the Constitution and by virtue of the seventeen hundred and fifty-third section of the Revised Statutes and of the civil-service act, approved January 16, 1883, the following amendment to Rule VI is hereby promulgated:
Amend section 19 of Rule VI by designating the present exception in said paragraph as (a) and adding the following exception thereto:
    (b) Not exceeding one immigrant inspector and law clerk, if authorized by the Secretary of the Treasury, in the office of the commissioner of immigration at the port of New York.
As thus amended section 19 of Rule VI will read:
Approved.
White House,
    July 21, 1902.
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# Executive Order 186

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Signed by President Theodore Roosevelt Saturday, August 2, 1902
Section 14 of Rule VI is hereby amended by inserting the following language after the word "port," in the second line thereof:
    or at the port of New York not exceeding one solicitor to the collector, if authorized by the Secretary of the Treasury.
The section as amended shall read as follows:
Approved.
White House,
    August 2, 1902.
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# Executive Order 1862

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See the Notes section for a list of Executive Orders affected by or related to the issuance of this Executive Order.
Signed by President Woodrow Wilson Friday, November 28, 1913
It is hereby ordered that whenever new structures are to be erected in the District of Columbia under the direction of the federal government which affect in any important way the appearance of the City, or whenever questions involving matters of art and with which the federal government is concerned are to be determined, final action shall not be taken until such plans and questions have been submitted to the Commissioners of Fine Arts designated under the Act of Congress of May 17, 1910, for their comment and advice.
The White House
       November 28, 1913.

## Notes
### See related

* Executive Order 1010, January 19, 1909
* Executive Order 1074, May 21, 1909
* Executive Order 1259, October 25, 1910
* Executive Order 3524, July 28, 1921
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# Executive Order 187

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Amends Executive Order 166, February 8, 1902
Signed by President Theodore Roosevelt Saturday, August 16, 1902
In the exercise of the power vested in the President by the Constitution, and by virtue of the seventeen hundred and fifty-third section of the Revised Statutes and of the civil-service act approved January 16, 1883, Civil Service Rule III is hereby amended as follows:
In clause (f) of section 8 strike out the words "in the United States or beyond the seas," after the word "diseases" in line 7, and add the following:
    , or for temporary duty either in the United States or elsewhere in preventing the introduction or spread of contagious or infectious diseases.
As amended the clause will read:
    (f) Any person employed in the Marine-Hospital Service as quarantine attendant at the Gulf, South Atlantic, Mullet Key, Reedy Island, Cape Charles, Columbia River, or San Francisco quarantine; and any person temporarily employed as quarantine attendant, or acting assistant surgeon, or sanitary inspector on quarantine vessels, or in camps or stations established for quarantine purposes during epidemics of contagious diseases, or for temporary duty either in the United States or elsewhere in preventing the introduction or spread of contagious or infectious diseases.
White House,
    August 16, 1902.
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# Farmer's son or, The unfortunate lovers/The captain of love

The CAPTAIN of LOVE.
Ye Nymphs and ye Swains, Who are youthful and gay, Attend to my call And be blest while ye may; Lads and Lasses hither come, To the sound of my drum, I have treasures in store, That you never have seen. Chorus. Then haste let us rove, To the Island of Love, Where Cupid is Captain, And Venus is Queen.
​Each Nymph or sixteen, Who would fain be a wife; Shall soon have a partner To bless her for life. Then please hither come, To the sound of my drum, I have sweethearts in store, That you never have seen: Then haste, &c.
Would a youth be but blest, With a Nymph to his mind, Let him enter my list, And his wish he will find. I can bless him for life, With a kind loving wife, More beautiful far, Than the Nymph e'er was seen. Then, &c.
In Paphas we know No disorder nor strife; Each Nymph and each Swain, May be happy for life, In transport and joy, We each moment employ, And taste such delights, As never yet was seen. Then haste, &c.
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# Farmer's son or, The unfortunate lovers/The wild rover

THE ROVER.
Away you rover. For shame give over, You play the wild rover so like an ass; You are for storming You think you're charming, Your faint performing, we read in your face
GLASGOW,
Printed by J.& M. ROBERTSON, Saltmarket, 1803
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# Farmer Weathersky

Bonde Værskjegg
* "Farmer Weatherbeard" in The Red Fairy Book, 1890.
* "Farmer Weathersky" in Popular Tales from the Norse, 1912.
# Farmer's son or, The unfortunate lovers

t h e
Farmer's Son
or, the
Unfortunate Lovers.
to which are added,
THE CAPTAIN OF LOVE.
MY MOTHER DID SO BEFORE ME.
JUST THE THING.
THE WILD ROVER.
GLASGOW.
Printed by J. & M. Robertson, Saltmarket, 1803.
* The Farmer's Son or, The Unfortunate Lovers
* The Captain of Love
* My Mother did so before me
* Just the Thing
* The Wild Rover
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# Farmer's son or, The unfortunate lovers/Just the thing

JUST the THING.
On Newgate steps Jack Chance was found, And bred up near St. Gile's pound, My story's true, deny it who can,) By saucy leering Billingsgate Nan Her bosom glow'd with heart-felt joy, When first she beheld the lovely boy, Then home the prize she straight did bring, And they all allow'd he was just the thing.
At twelve years old, as we are told, The youth was sturdy, stout, and bold, He had learn'd to curse. to swear to fight, And every thing but read and write; With daddies clean, he'd flip between A crowd, and knap a clout unseen And what he got he home would bring, And they all allow'd he was just the thing.
But when he grew to man's estate, His mind it ran on something great, (illegible text) thieving then he scorn'd to tramp, (illegible text)o hir'd a pad and went on the scamp. To strut in the Park was all his pride, With a famous whore stuck by his side; ​At clubs he all flash songs would sing. And they all allow'd he was just the thing.
His manual exercise he had gone thro', Both Bridewell pump, and Horse-pond too; His back had often felt the smart Of Tyburn jigs at the tail of a cart; He stood the patter, but that was no matter, He gammon'd the twelve, & work'd on the water But a pardon he got from a gracious King, And swaggering Jack he was just the thing.
Blue cockade in hat, well arm'd for war, With bludgeon stout, or iron bar, To head a mob he ne'er would fail; At gutting a mass-house, or burning a jail, But a victim he fell to his country's laws, And dy'd at last in religion's cause; No Pop'ry made the blade to swing, And when tuck'd up he was just the thing.
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# Farmer's son or, The unfortunate lovers/My mother did so before me

My MOTHER did so before ME.
IAM a brisk young lively Lass, a little more than twenty; And by my comely air and dress, I can have sweethearts plenty; ​But I'll beware of wed ock's snare, tho' dying swains adore me; The men I'll teaz. myself to please, my mother did so before me.
In rich brocades and diamonds bright, like gayest springs delighting; My parts and honour shall unite, to make me more inviting: For I'll advance, and learn to dance, to please shall be my glory, I'll learn to trace each step with grace, my mother did so before me.
I'll dress as fine as fine can be, and pride shall be my pleasure; And though my neighbours envy me, to mind them I've no leisure, I'll take delight, both day and night, to be talk'd of in story, I'll have it said, There goes a Maid! my mother did so before me.
To Park or Play I'll often go, to spend each leisure hour, I'll walk, and talk with every beau, and make them feel my power. But if a dart should pierce my heart, from one that does adore me, We'll wed and kiss, what harm's in this! my mother did this before me.
Then will I manage, when I wed, my husband to perfection; ​But as good wives have often said, "Keep husbands in subjection." No snarling fool shall o'er me rule, or e'er eclipse my glory; I'll let him see, I'll mistress be, my mother did so before me.
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# Farmer's son or, The unfortunate lovers/The farmer's son or, The unfortunate lovers

THE FARMER'S SON.
tune—the royal cottager.
YOUNG lovers all, I pray, draw near, Unto these lines which I have here, How a young Lady was undone, By loving of a Farmer's Son.
She was of birth and high renown, Her portion was six hundred pound; But soon this Lady's heart was won, When she first saw the Farmer's Son.
She sent him letters ev'ry day, Because he to her would nothing say, Because he knew he was engag'd, Unto her handsome chamber-maid.
His age it was just twenty-two, As I the truth do tell to you; He was well shap'd in ev'ry limb, This Lady fell in love with him.
As she was walking in the grove, By chance she met her own true love, To him she said, Upon my life, I do design to be thy wife.
O Lady fair, that cannot be, For you to be a bride to me, Because I'm going to be wed To Sally, your own chamber-maid.
​She wrung her hands and tore her hair, Crying, alas! I'm near despair! How can you slight me? Sir, she said, Still for a silly chamber-maid
You know I have a good estate, My father left to me of late, And you the Lord of all shall be, If you'll consent to marry me.
He said, If I from her was free, Then I would love you tenderly; But I am bound to her by oath, Therefore I cannot wed you both.
O then, quoth she, If it be so, I soon will work her overthrow; For she my waiting-maid shall be, And we shall cross the raging sea.
For pretty Sally she did send, And said on you I do depend; That you my waiting-maid shall be, And we'll pass to West-Florida.
This Lady had contrived so, And all to work her overthrow; For as this maiden fell asleep, So plung'd they her into the deep.
Unto the shore she did return, Her conscience did as fuel burn, For she could never be at rest Until she had the deed confess'd.
​Now she's confin'd unto a goal, The Lord have mercy on her soul; Crying, Alas! I am undone, That ever I lov'd a Farmer’s Son.
This young man was in great distress; He tore his hair and smote his breast; O then distracted he did run; In Bedlam lies the Farmer's Son.
Young lovers all of each degree, That's standing by, come pity me; And never do as ( have done, I've ruin'd myself and Farmer's Son.
And for the sake of cursed gold. This maiden's precious blood was sold; But now at last as we may see, It prov'd the ruin of all the three
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# Felicia Hemans in The Monthly Magazine Volume 3 1827

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Felicia Hemans in The Monthly Magazine Volume 3 1827
Compiled By Peter J. Bolton
Contents
| | Page |
| The Palm-Tree | 26-27 |
| The Spells of Home | 141 |
| The Things that Change | 304 |
| The Old Warrior's Grave | 472 |
| Kindred Hearts | 510 |
# Felicia Hemans in The Monthly Magazine Volume 3 1827/The Palm-Tree

The Monthly Magazine, Volume 3, Pages 26-27
THE PALM-TREE.
- - - - - Has his heart forgot, so far away,
Those native scenes—those rocks and torrents grey;
The tall bananas whispering to the breeze;
The shores—the sound of those encircling seas
Heard from his infant days—and the piled heap
Of holy stones, where his forefathers sleep?Bowles.
It waved not through an eastern sky,
Beside a fount of Araby;
It was not fanned by southern breeze,
In some green isle of Indian seas;
Nor did its graceful shadow sleep
O'er stream of Afric, lone and deep:
But fair the exiled palm-tree grew,
'Midst foliage of no kindred hue;
Through the laburnum's dropping gold
Uprose that stem of orient mould,
And Europe's violets, faintly sweet,
Purpled the moss-beds at his feet.
Strange looked it there!—the willow streamed
Where silvery waters near it gleamed;
The lime-bough lured the honey-bee
To murmur by the Desert's tree;
And showers of snowy roses made
A lustre in its fan-like shade.
There came an eve of festal hours—
Rich music filled that garden's bowers;
Lamps, that from flowering branches hung,
On sparks of dew soft colours flung;
And bright forms glanced—a fairy shew—
Under the blossoms to and fro.
But one, a lone one, 'midst the throng,
Seemed reckless all of dance or song:
He was a youth of dusky mien,
Whereon the Indian sun had been;
Of crested brow, and long black hair—
A stranger, like the Palm-tree, there.
And slowly, sadly, moved his plumes,
Glittering athwart the leafy glooms:
He passed the pale green olives by,
Nor won the chestnut-flowers his eye;
But when to that sole Palm he came,
Then shot a rapture through his frame!
To him, to him, its rustling spoke,
The silence of his soul it broke!
It whispered of his own bright isle,
That lit the ocean with a smile;
Aye, to his ear that native tone
Had something of the sea-wave's moan!
His mother's cabin-home, that lay
Where feathery cocoas fringed the bay;
The dashing of his brethren's oar;
The conch’s wild note along the shore;—
All, through his wakening bosom swept:
He clasped his country's tree, and wept.*
Oh! scorn him not!-—the strength, whereby
The patriot girds himself to die—
Th' unconquerable power, which fills
The freeman, battling on his hills—
These have one fountain, deep and clear,—
The same whence gushed that child-like tear!F.H.
# Felicia Hemans in The Monthly Magazine Volume 3 1827/The Spells of Home

The Monthly Magazine, Volume 3, Page 141
THE SPELLS OF HOME.
There blend the ties that strengthen
 Our hearts in hours of grief,
The silver links that lengthen
 Joy's visits when most brief?
Then, dost thou sigh for pleasure?
 O! do not widely roam!
But seek that hidden treasure
 At home, dear home!Barnard Barton.
By the soft green light in the woody glade, On the banks of moss where thy childhood play'd;
By the waving tree thro' which thine eye
First look'd in love to the summer sky;
By the dewy gleam, by the very breath
Of the primrose-tufts in the grass beneath,
Upon thy heart there is laid a spell
Holy and precious—oh! guard it well!
By the sleepy ripple of the stream,
Which hath lull'd thee into many a dream;
By the shiver of the ivy-leaves,
To the wind of morn at thy casement-eaves;
By the bees' deep murmur in the limes,
By the music of the Sabbath-chimes;
By every sound of thy native shade,
Stronger and dearer the spell is made.
By the gathering round the winter hearth,
When twilight call'd unto household mirth; By the fairy tale or the legend old
In that ring of happy faces told;
By the quiet hours when hearts unite
In the parting prayer, and the kind "good-night;"
By the smiling eye and the loving tone,
Over thy life has the spell been thrown.
And bless that gift!—it hath gentle might,
A guardian power and a guiding light!
It hath led the freeman forth to stand
In the mountain-battles of his land;
It hath brought the wanderer o'er the seas,
To die on the hills of his own fresh breeze;
And back to the gates of his father's hall,
It hath won the weeping prodigal.
Yes! when thy heart in its pride would stray,
From the loves of its guileless youth away;
When the sullying breath of the world would come,
O'er the flowers it brought from its childhood's home;
Think thou again of the woody glade,
And the sound by the rustling ivy made,
Think of the tree at thy parent's door,
And the kindly spell shall have power once more! F. H.
# Felicia Hemans in The Monthly Magazine Volume 4 1827

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Felicia Hemans in The Monthly Magazine Volume 4 1827
Compiled By Peter J. Bolton
Contents
| | Page |
| The World in the Open Air | 55-56 |
| Our Daily Paths | 352 |
| A Parting Song | 472 |
# Felicia Hemans in The Monthly Magazine Volume 3 1827/Kindred Hearts

The Monthly Magazine, Volume 3, Page 510
KINDRED HEARTS.
Oh! ask not, hope thou not too much
 Of sympathy below;
Few are the hearts whence one same touch
 Bids the sweet fountains flow; Few—and by still conflicting powers
 Forbidden here to meet—
Such ties would make this life of our's
 Too fair for aught so fleet.
It may be that thy brother's eye
 Sees not as thine, which turns
In such deep reverence to the sky,
 Where the rich sunset burns:
It may be that the breath of spring,
 Born amidst violets lone,
A rapture o'er thy soul can bring—
 A dream, to his unknown.
The tune that speaks of other times—
 A sorrowful delight!
The melody of distant chimes,
 The sound of waves by night;
The wind that, with so many a tone,
 Some chord within can thrill,—
These may have language all thine own,
 To him a mystery still.
Yet scorn thou not for this, the true
 And stedfast love of years;
The kindly, that from childhood grew,
 The faithful to thy tears!
If there be one that o'er the dead
 Hath in thy grief borne part,
And watched through sickness by thy bed,—
 Call his a kindred heart!
But for those bonds all perfect made,
 Wherein bright spirits blend,
Like sister flowers of one sweet shade,
 With the same breeze that bend,
For that full bliss of thought allied,
 Never to mortals given,—
Oh! lay thy lovely dreams aside,
 Or lift them unto heaven.F. H.
# Felicia Hemans in The Monthly Magazine Volume 3 1827/The Things that Change

The Monthly Magazine, Volume 3, Page 304
THE THINGS THAT CHANGE.
Know'st thou that seas are sweeping
 Where domes and towers have been?
When the clear wave is sleeping,
 Those piles may yet be seen;
Far down below the glassy tide,
Man's dwellings where his voice hath died!
Know'st thou that flocks are feeding
 Above the tombs of old,
Which kings, their armies leading,
 Have linger'd to behold?
A short smooth greensward o'er them spread,
Is all that marks where heroes bled.
Know'st thou, that now the token
 Of cities once renown'd,
Is but some pillar broken,
 With grass and wall-flowers crown'd;
While the lone serpent rears her young
Where the triumphant lyre hath rung?
Well, well I know the story
 Of ages pass'd away,
And the mournful wrecks that glory
 Hath left to dull decay;
But thou hast yet a tale to learn,
More full of warnings, sad and stern.
Thy pensive eye but ranges
 Thro' ruin'd fane and hall—
Oh! the deep soul hath changes
 More sorrowful than all!
Talk not, while these before thee throng,
Of silence in the place of song.
See scorn, where Love hath perish'd,
 Distrust, where Friendship grew;
Pride, where once Nature cherish'd,
 All tender thoughts and true;
And shadows of oblivion thrown
O'er every trace of idols gone.
Grieve not for tombs far-scatter'd,
 For temples prostrate laid;
In thine own heart lie shatter'd
 The altars it had made!
Go, sound its depths in doubt and fear—
Heap up no more its treasures here! F.H.