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# Biographical Sketches of Dekkan Poets/Vally

VALLY.
Was born on the hill country, and was adopted, and brought up by people of the Karawan tribe. She wrote numerous poems.
# Biographical Sketches of Dekkan Poets/Tikkana Somayagi

TEKKANA SOMAYAGI.
This was a famous Historian and Poet, and a native of a village, called Petture in the Nellore district, he flourished in the twelfth century of Salivahana. When he was very young, he studied Sanscrit and Telugu under Kavi Rakshasa, and in a short time made very rapid pro- ​gress in those languages. At the desire of Mania Sidharajee, he undertook to translate the Mahabarut into Telugu, and completed fifteen volumes in a comparatively short space of time, he was possessed of a quick genius and a ready talent at versification, in addition to a critical knowledge of the Sanscrit language. For this performance, he obtained the grant of an extensive tract of land from the king, the greater part of the produce of which he expended in sacrifices, these religious acts procured for him the appellation of Tekkana Somayogi—this poet died universally lamented.
# Biographical Sketches of Dekkan Poets/Teruvalluvor

TERUVALLUVOR.
This poet was another brother of Avayar, being like them exposed as soon as born, but brought up by the pariars of Mailapur. When ​he arrived to the age of maturity, he proceeded to Madura during the reign of Vamdasekhara, and overcame forty nine learned professors, at the court of that king in disputation. He was admitted to the Tamul college, notwithstanding his low birth. He composed a work entitled Teruvalluvar Koral, which consists of a series of stanzas of a didactic character, on the different grades and conditions of human life; this work is in great repute all over the South of India, and is reckoned one of the best compositions, extant in the high Tamil, and a translation of it into English was made, by the late Mr. F. Ellis. This poet was called Teruvalluvor, as he was reared up by Valluvar.
# Biographical Sketches of Dekkan Poets/Varadacharya

VARADA CHARYA,
Was a dramatic poet of the Vystnava sect and an inhabitant of Kanchi, he lived about the time of Krishna Roya Maharajah King of Vydyana- ​gar or Anagondi, and was descended from a pure tribe of learned Vystnavas, and related to Tatachari, chief guru of the Panagonda kings. Varada Charya studied Sanscrit poetry from his very infancy, and as he was possessed of a quick genius and retentive memory, the works of all the best poets were very familiar to him—His imagination and invention were so fertile, that he could compose a hundred verses in one hour, and a single day was sufficient time for him to complete a regular poem. He wrote a poem called "Vasanta Teleka," descriptive of the great festival of Ranganath and the procession of his car. In this work the author has given great proofs of his powers of invention and talent at florid diction, and introduced in it some very sublime sentiments and reflections, blended with descriptions of the numerous concourse of people, of different nations and tribes, their complexions; the fashions, of their dresses; appearance and languages; the dalliance and quarrels of lovers; the tricks of juglers; antics of buffoons, and postures of dancers; the fights of rams and cocks; dramatic ex​hibitions triumphal arches and decorations; the procession of the chariot; the acclamations of the multitude; the beauty of the women; the strewing and scatteriag of flowers, and various other subjects. This elegant poem was dedicated to the God Ranganath, and a copy of it circulated to every Vishnu temple in the Peninsula. It was so much admired that several Rajahs made the author very valuable presents, which made him rich and independent the remainder of his life, towards the close of which, Varada Charya undeviatingly employed his poetic powers in works in praise of the God Vishnu.—This renowned bard died at Kanchi in the fifty-fourth year of his age.
# Captain Chub/Chapter 11
### CHAPTER XI MR. EWING IS OUTWITTED

WELL, what do you think of that?” gasped Chub.
The boys stared at Mr. Ewing in vexation, and Mr. Ewing regarded the boys with grim placidity.
“Just as though he hadn’t made trouble enough for us,” muttered Dick.
“Well,” said Roy, starting on determinedly, “I’m not going to put up with any more of his nonsense.”
“That’s all right,” cautioned Chub, “but remember, chum, that he has a gun there.”
They walked along the bank until they were opposite the boat. Mr. Ewing watched them silently, his gaze resting with interest on Dick. Evidently he couldn’t account for Dick. Chub made the first overtures.
“Salutations,” he called.
“Mornin’,” responded the farmer. A silence followed.
​“Want to see us, did you?” asked Chub, cheerfully.
“Ye-es,” drawled the farmer, “I wanted to have a few words with ye.”
“We are deeply honored, sir. Tell the gentleman how deeply honored we are, Roy.” But Roy only growled. The farmer sniffed.
“What are you going to do?” he asked.
“We’re coming aboard,” replied Chub, making ready to leap the yard of water that intervened between shore and boat.
“You just stay where you are,” said the farmer, patting his gun stock significantly.
“But that’s our boat!” cried Roy, wrathfully.
“Maybe, maybe; chances are you stole it, though,” replied Mr. Ewing, calmly.
“Well, you’re the most suspicious man I ever did see,” declared Chub, disgustedly. “Suppose we insist on going aboard; what’s going to happen?”
“I might have to put a load of buckshot in your legs,” answered the farmer, showing his yellow fangs in a grim smile. “This boat is confiscated.”
“You don’t say? What for?”
​“Pendin’ the arrival of the constable. You can talk to him when he gets here; I guess he’ll answer all the questions you want to ask him.” The farmer chuckled. Roy appeared to be in real danger of exploding with anger.
“Leave this to me,” whispered Chub. Then, “and about how long do you think we’ll have to wait for the constable?” he inquired of Mr. Ewing. The farmer cast an eye toward the sun.
“About half an hour, I guess,” he replied. “He promised to be over about nine.”
“As early as that, eh?” murmured Chub, reflectively. “I hate to put him to so much trouble. I do hope you and he didn’t lose much time last night looking for us. We were so sorry we couldn’t stay until you returned, but we had an engagement we just had to keep.”
“Don’t you bother about me,” growled the farmer. “Think you’re pretty smart, I guess, don’t ye? Maybe you did fool me last night, but I sort o’ guess I’ve got ye this time, eh?”
“It does look like it,” admitted Chub, reluctantly. “But then you’re too smart for us, anyway, I suppose.”
“Huh,” grunted the farmer, suspiciously.
​“We might as well sit down and take it easy while we wait,” said Chub to the others. “Me for a nice spot in the shade.”
He moved down the shore a little way and Roy and Dick followed. When they sat down under the shade of the trees they were out of hearing of the farmer.
# Captain Chub

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Book 4 in the "Ferry Hill" series.
Layout 2
Captain Chub
The boys entertain Mr. Ewing
Captain Chub
By Ralph Henry Barbour Author of "The Crimson Sweater," "Tom, Dick, and Harriett," "Harry's Island," etc.
With Illustrations
By C. M. Relyea
New York
The Century Co.
1909
To J. P. M.
WITH THE AUTHOR'S REGARDS
AND BEST WISHES
CONTENTS
* CHAPTERPAGE
* I.The Stolen Run3
* II.Letters and Plans19
* III.An Invitation to Miss Emery30
* IV.Leasing a House-boat47
* V.A Trip of Inspection61
* VI.The Jolly Roger74
* VII.The Cruise Begins96
* VIII.Driven to Cover114
* IX.Prisoners125
* X.A New Acquaintance139
* XI.Mr. Ewing is Outwitted163
* XII.The Tables Turned167
* XIII.Chub Tries a New Bait180
* XIV.The Crew Enters Society198
* XV.Harry Goes to Sea217
* XVI.Under the Awning234
* XVII.Mrs. Uriah Peel249
* XVIII.Keeping Store263
* XIX.A Midnight Alarm282
* XX.“Gasoline and Supplies”306
* XXI.The Burglary323
* XXII.Clues336
* XXIII.In the Gipsy Camp349
* XXIV.An Old Acquaintance Appears362
* XXV.Mr. Ewing is Suspicious373
* XXVI.Chub’s Adventure382
* XXVII.Gifts and Farewells397
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
* PAGE
* The boys entertain Mr. EwingFrontispiece
* Chub Eaton was lying in a cloud of dust15
* Writing the invitation to Harry37
* In a great studio49
* Roy59
* Chub descended at the Porter’s bag and baggage71
* The boys arrive at the wharf83
* The “Jolly Roger” begins her cruise up the Hudson River99
* Roy stared silently, with open mouth123
* Dick and Roy slumbering153
* But Mister Trout didn’t want to come193
* They had dressed in their best clothes207
* The next moment they were all shaking hands223
* Before noon camp was made at the edge of the grove245
* She tied together the strings of a quaint little black bonnet251
* The figure disappeared noiselessly into the night291
* “A little more of the hegg, ma’am?”299
* “I want the key of the store”309
* The till was empty333
* Two men entered the tent359
* “You stay where you are”369
* They waved back to her and went on405
* The doctor was called on for a speech409
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# Bon-Accord Sangster/The Pipe and Bowl

THE PIPE AND BOWL.
Tune—“Wha wadna fecht for Charlie!”
Fill the Bowl and foam the Bicker, While Mackenzie's eyelids wink; Drink makes languid hearts beat quicker, Empty heads sublimely think. Drink, all slavish toil forgetting, Drink can make clown a king; Drink till eyes in joy are setting, Drink makes sorrow take the wing!
​Parsons preach that drink's demerits Bring us all to Tophet's brink; While their Elders deal in spirits, And their Deacons draw our clink. Templars, decked in Popish tucker, Spread their chaff to gull our class; Templars, leagued the weak to succour, Give the sign but grip the glass!
Bring the pipe with lengthy stalk in, Well Tobacco Bacchus serves; Smoke promotes enligtened talkin', Wings the fancy—soothes the nerves. Smoke, nor name our lair for sleeping, Fireless hearth and sloppy floor; Smoke till vapours round us creeping Screen from peepers at the door.
Statesmen, like the press of Bramah, Tax from Pipe and Bicker squeeze; Drinking paid the Alabama, Smoking smored the Ashantecs; Near Balmoral's banner'd turrets, Lochnagar* recruits the cag; And the smoke of "royal” spirits Stains the folds of Britain's flag.
While the Pipe and Bicker cheer us Wondrous scenes enchant our view; Robed in clouds, like Fingal's heroes, Swift we mount—Police, adieu!"— Drinking, smoking, grandly soaring, Till the floor arrests their head, Leave we safe our heroes snoring
Where Incapables are spread.
❋ A Distillery so called.
# Bon-Accord Sangster/The Pipes

THE PIPES.
Tune—"Maggie Lauder."
The blast o' war, on Brass o' Mar, Arous'd rebellion's stour, man; The bagpipes clear, the clans did cheer, To fecht at Sherra-moor, man: Then foreign field saw sword an' shield, Baith Dons an' Munsies claw, man: The pibroch gay, that cleared the way, Was Up and waur them a', man.
But bowden bags, an' drones wi' flags Gaed out as Peace cam' in, man; An' saurless gypes preserv'd the pipes, That only gya the win', man; A light they scratch, and haud the match Where they tobacco stuff in; Then raise a smoke wad smore a brock, While aff they scour puff-pullin'!
​Here beggars blind, to raise the wind, Their black-mou'd cutty blaw, man; For what you chuck, they wus you luck, But never miss a draw, man; There royal Stars, wi' dear cigars, In clouds consume their days, man; When Dukes hae luck to kill a buck, They sit astride an' blaze, man!
Thus gryte an' sma', in cot an' ha', Inhale this foreign fume, man; An' sons o' toil in smoking pile, Baith bit an' brat consume, man; Their wives gang bare, their bairns want lare, An' reek aye maks a sour house; When limb and lith hae tint their pith, They shochel to the Poorhouse.
Then, Lasses gay, attend my lay, That's lilted for your profit; An' quickly quench this poison's stench That's only fit for Tophet; Renounce the race, that fumes your face, Tho' some may ca' you saucy;- Nane but a gype, for fousome pipe, Would lose a thrifty lassie!
# Bon-Accord Sangster/Welcome to the Festival

WELCOME TO THE FESTIVAL.
Tune—“Scots wha hae."
Friends, arrayed at Temp’rance’ call, Foes to Drink’s degrading thrall, Welcome to our Festival— To all a gueed New Year. Wha wad kirk or court reform? Wha wad lay the social storm? Let him crush the fiery worm That stung the parted Year.
Stillers proud and Brewers bland, Linked wi’ Tapsters’ balefu’ band, Pour distruction o'er the land, And blight the budding Year. Tempters prowl in ilka place, Luring youth to dire disgrace; Bon-Accord, these blots efface, And launch a purer Year.
What though Plenty crowned the plain, When the love o’ sordid gain Poison strained from tortured grain, And spoiled the plenteous Year? Drunkards, daised in filthy lair, Drunkards’ wives, forfowden sair, Drunkards’ bairns, misleared and bare, Ne’er blessed the bounteous Year.
Youth, as Vet’rans fade away, Round our flag your strength array; Triumph soon will hail the day, That heralds Freedom’s Year. Patriots, liquor’s tide restrain, Freemen, break the drunkard’s chain, Light of Truth, on land an’ main, Oh, beam a brighter Year.
# Bonahan v. State of Nebraska

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United States Supreme Court
125 U.S. 692
Bonahan v. State of Nebraska
Charles O. Wheedon and C. E. Magoon, for plaintiff in error.
William Leese, for defendant in error.
WAITE, C. J.

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# Bonahan v. State of Nebraska/Opinion of the Court

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* Case Syllabus
* Opinion of the Court
United States Supreme Court
125 U.S. 692
Bonahan v. State of Nebraska
It appearing that during the pendency of this writ the plaintiff in error has escaped, and is not now within the control of the court below, either actually, by being in custody, or constructively, by being out on bail, it is ordered that the submission of the cause be set aside, and that unless the plaintiff in error is brought or comes within the jurisdiction and under the control of the court below on or before the last day of this term the cause be thereafter left off the docket until directions to the contrary. Smith v. U.S., 94 U.S. 97.

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# Bon-Accord Sangster/"Liberty, Equality and Fraternity"

"LIBERTY, EQUALITY AND FRATERNITY!”
Tune— “Rob Rorison's Bannet.”
Commotion, commotion is seen far and near, The surges are thund'ring-hearts failing for fear; The sceptres are trembling-crowns nod to their fall, And monarchy staggers at anarchy's call.
The Pope, that has war against Freedom long waged, Is now like a bird in the Vatican caged, Tho' late as the great Liberator revered- But he's a wise warlock that kens his ain weird.
As Britons, we Liberty's blessings would crave, Tho' none knows in what he is held as a slave- Yes; free to be lazy and get up a strike, Then live on our neighbour and do what we like!
Equlity, too, is the sum of our song, But righted to-day, ere to-morrow we're wrong; For one drops his cash in the Savings' Bank's till, While another melts his in the Publican's gill.
​Fraternity, too, we are leagued to advance, With those who our artizans kick out of France, Such brotherly love, sure, the Irishman tried, Who placed reciprocity all on one side.
The men who their country's fair character blot, And basely degrade the proud name of a Scot, The red rampant Lion would tear from our flag, And over them flutter the tricolour rag.
But shame to the man that would cover his eyes, Nor blessings of Plenty and Liberty prize; Nor grateful acknowledge the Peace we enjoy, Nor his head nor his hand to defend them employ.
# Bon-Accord Sangster/Bon-Accord

BON-ACCORD.
Tune—"For a’ that an' a' that."
Again we've waur'd December cauld, The New-Year hail'd an' a' that; Now blythe we meet baith young an' auld, In friendship's glow, for a' that: For a' that an' a' that, Be wisely gay an' a' that, Nor madly waught the poison'd draught, But daur abstain frae a' that.
Nor daized in brain, nor bruis’d in limb, We hail our frien's an' a' that, Tho' aft the social cup we brim, It leaves nae stang for a' that; For a' that an' a' that, Nae faimin' caup we blaw that, The cauler burn aye sairs our turn, To slock our drouth an' a' that.
How can we pray "give us this day Our daily bread" an' a' that, Then frae the plain bear halesome grain, An' poison mak' o' a' that? For a' that an' a' that, Our Statesmen wink at a' that, Tho' murder's hand pollutes the land— The tax will cover a' that.
​The Drunkard wields the tyrant's rod O'er wife an' weans, an' a' that, Regard to man or fear of God, His words an' works ne'er shaw that; For a' that an' a' that, An equal yoke we draw that, An' train our youth to do the truth, An' walk in love an' a' that.
The Pauper's fauld, the Felon's hauld, The Tipler's howff an' a' that; Driuk fills the hive wi' drones that thrive On labour's fruits for a' that: For a' that an' a' that, Now Self-defence maun law, that The Ship that fails in helm and sails, Permissive Tug maun draw that.
Then Temp'rance' Sons unfurl your flag, Whatever blast may blaw that, Till Scotland rise an' crush the cag That dribbles death an' a' that. For a' that an' a' that, Tak' steady aim at a' that, And let the word be BON-ACCORD, That binds our ranks an' a' that.
# Bon-Accord Sangster

THE
BON-ACCORD SANGSTER:
CONTAINING
BON-ACCORD;
SATURDAY EVE;
LIBERTY, EQUALITY AND FRATERNITY;
THE PIPES;
THE PIPE AND BOWL;
AND
WELCOME TO THE FESTIVAL.
PRINTED FOR THE BOOKSELLERS. 1875.
* Bon-Accord
* Saturday Eve
* "Liberty, Equality and Fraternity"
* The Pipes
* The Pipe and Bowl
* Welcome to the Festival
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# Bon-Accord Sangster/Saturday Eve

SATURDAY EVE.
Tune—"Jeannette et Jeannot."
Yon are going for your pay, for your fortnight's pay, my dear, And, lest ye do as many do, my heart is filled with fear; 'Tis the eve of Saturday, and a Public-house the place, And, Oh, how many there have rushed on ruin and disgrace!
When you raise the poison-cup, and pour out a long tirade, Oh, I fear you will forget the solemn promises you've made;
​With your passions all inflamed and your reason laid aside, You may take some stranger by the hand and fancy her your bride.
Or when Bacchus leads the way, will you think amid the noise, That the pleasure you are seeking all my happiness destroys; For your frolic and your wit, perhaps, their leader you may be— To me such honour is disgrace—such laughter, misery:
But had I a voice of thunder to shake St. Stephen's dome, I'd have no brandy from abroad, no whisky made at home; Or if Statesmen license Publicans to vend the "mountain dew," Let the men who make the paupers be compelled to keep them too!
# Book of Mormon (Plain English Version)/2 Nephi/Chapter 21

​Isaiah writes of the Lord's servants (rod and branch)... (compare 2 Nephi, chapter 21)
A rod (servant) of the Lord--a descendant of Jesse as well as of Ephraim, will come forth and be given much power. A 'branch will also grow from this same lineage of Jesse.
       Note: The Lord's rod and branch explained in D&C 113:4-6.
The Lord's Spirit will rest upon this branch--the spirit of wisdom, understanding, counsel, might and knowledge.
Because he will fear the Lord, the Lord's Spirit will make him quick to understand truth and he will not judge merely by what he sees or hears.
This servant will judge the poor with righteousness. On behalf of the humble, he will judge fairly. He will command the earth, and at his command, the wicked will be destroyed. He will be covered with righteousness and faithfulness to the Lord.
       Note: This mighty servant is mentioned in 2 Nephi 3:24 and D&C 103:15-16.
​After the wicked are killed, the world will live in peace. Wolves will live with sheep, wild cats will sleep by calves, and children will play among them. Bear cubs will also sleep next to calves, and lions will eat straw instead of hunting other animals. A baby will play near a snake's nest, and the young child will play near the cockatrice's den.
No one will hurt or destroy any living thing throughout all the Lord's holy nation, for as water fills the seas, so shall the knowledge of the Lord fill the earth.
In that great millennial day, this branch, descended from Jesse--the root of Jesse--will be a source of truth to the people of the earth. The Gentiles will seek his wisdom, and his rest will be glorious.
Just before that time, the Lord will set His hand (through His servant) a second time to recover the remnant of His people, whom the king of Assyria will have oppressed--the survivors on all continents.
The Lord will establish him as an ensign for all nations to come to. He will assemble the outcasts of Israel and the scattered Jews from all over the earth.
The descendants of Ephraim will no longer envy Judah (the Jews), whose enemies will be destroyed. In turn, the Jews will no longer ​despise Ephraim.
Together, Judah and Ephraim, supported by their conquered enemies, will subdue the eastern nations.
The Lord will completely destroy the tongue of the Egyptian sea and the river, dividing them into seven streams, allowing the remnant of Israel to walk across on dry ground.
A great highway will be provided for the survivors of Israel to walk upon. Many will come out of Assyria, just as the children of Israel walked out of Egypt.
       Note: Isaiah describes a second exodus, just as Joseph did in D&C 103:15-18.