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# New poems and variant readings/The wind is without there and howls in the trees

THE WIND IS WITHOUT THERE AND HOWLS IN THE TREES
The wind is without there and howls in the trees, And the rain-flurries drum on the glass: Alone by the fireside with elbows on knees I can number the hours as they pass. Yet now, when to cheer me the crickets begin, And my pipe is just happily lit, Believe me, my friend, tho' the evening draws in, That not all uncontented I sit.
​Alone, did I say? O no, nowise alone With the Past sitting warm on my knee, To gossip of days that are over and gone, But still charming to her and to me. With much to be glad of and much to deplore, Yet, as these days with those we compare, Believe me, my friend, tho' the sorrows seem more They are somehow more easy to bear.
And thou, faded Future, uncertain and frail, As I cherish thy light in each draught, His lamp is not more to the miner—their sail Is not more to the crew on the raft. For Hope can make feeble ones earnest and brave, And, as forth thro' the years I look on, Believe me, my friend, between this and the grave, I see wonderful things to be done.
To do or to try; and, believe me, my friend, If the call should come early for me, I can leave these foundations uprooted, and tend For some new city over the sea. To do or to try; and if failure be mine, And if Fortune go cross to my plan, Believe me, my friend, tho' I mourn the design I shall never lament for the man.
# New poems and variant readings/Thou strainest through the mountain fern

THOU STRAINEST THROUGH THE MOUNTAIN FERN
(A Fragment)
Thou strainest through the mountain fern, A most exiguously thin Burn. For all thy foam, for all thy din, Thee shall the pallid lake inurn, With well-a-day for Mr. Swin- Burne! Take then this quarto in thy fin And, O thou stoker huge and stern, The whole affair, outside and in, Burn! But save the true poetic kin, The works of Mr. Robert Burn' And William Wordsworth upon Tin- Tern!
# New poems and variant readings/To Charles Baxter

TO CHARLES BAXTER
On the death of their common friend, Mr. John Adam, Clerk of court.
Our Johnie's deid. The mair's the pity! He's deid, an' deid o' Aqua-vitæ. O Embro', you're a shrunken city, Noo Johnie's deid! Tak hands, an' sing a burial ditty Ower Johnie's heid.
To see him was baith drink an' meat, Gaun linkin' glegly up the street. He but to rin or tak a seat, The wee bit body! Bein' aye unsicken on his feet Wi' whusky toddy.
To be aye tosh was Johnie's whim, There's nane was better teut than him, Though whiles his gravit-knot wad clim' Ahint his ear, An' whiles he'd buttons oot or in The less ae mair.
​His hair a' lang about his bree, His tap-lip lang by inches three— A sleekened sort 'mon,' to pree A' sensuality— A droutly glint was in his e'e An' personality.
An' day an' nicht, frae daw to daw, Dink an' perjink an' doucely braw, Wi' a kind o' Gospel ower a', May or October, Like Peden, followin' the Law An' no that sober.
Whusky an' he were pack thegether. Whate'er the hour, whate'er the weather, John kept himsel' wi' mistened leather An' kindled spunk. Wi' him, there was nae askin' whether— John was aye drunk.
The auncient heroes gash an' bauld In the uncanny days of auld, The task ance fo(u)nd to which th'were called, Stack stenchly to it. His life sic noble lives recalled, Little's he knew it.
​Single an' straucht, he went his way. He kept the faith an' played the play. Whusky an' he were man an' may Whate'er betided. Bonny in life—in death—this twae Were no' divided.
An' wow! but John was unco sport. Whiles he wad smile about the Court Malvolio-like—whiles snore an' snort Was heard afar. The idle winter lads' resort Was aye John's bar.
What's merely humorous or bonny The Worl' regairds wi' cauld astony. Drunk men tak' aye mair place than ony; An' sae, ye see, The gate was aye ower thrang for Johnie— Or you an' me.
John micht hae jingled cap an' bells, Been a braw fule in silks an' pells, In ane o' the auld worl's canty hells Paris or Sodom. I wadnae had him naething else But Johnie Adam.
​He suffered—as have a' that wan Eternal memory frae man, Since e'er the weary worl' began— Mister or Madam, Keats or Scots Burns, the Spanish Don Or Johnie Adam.
We leuch, an' Johnie deid. An' fegs! Hoo he had keept his stoiterin' legs Sae lang's he did's a fact that begs An explanation. He stachers fifty years—syne plegs To's destination.
# New poems and variant readings/To Madame Garschine

TO MADAME GARSCHINE
What is the face, the fairest face, till Care, Till Care the graver—Care with cunning hand, Etches content thereon and makes it fair, Or constancy, and love, and makes it grand?
# New poems and variant readings/To Marcus

TO MARCUS
You have been far, and I Been farther yet, Since last, in foul or fair An impecunious pair, Below this northern sky Of ours, we met.
Now winter night shall see Again us two, While howls the tempest higher, Sit warmly by the fire And dream and plan, as we Were wont to do.
And, hand in hand, at large Our thoughts shall walk While storm and gusty rain, Again and yet again, Shall drive their noisy charge Across the talk.
The pleasant future still Shall smile to me, And hope with wooing hands Wave on to fairy lands All over dale and hill And earth and sea.
​And you who doubt the sky And fear the sun— You—Christian with the pack— You shall not wander back For I am Hopeful—I Will cheer you on.
Come—where the great have trod, The great shall lead— Come, elbow through the press, Pluck Fortune by the dress— By God, we must—by God, We shall succeed.
# New poems and variant readings/This gloomy northern day

THIS GLOOMY NORTHERN DAY
This gloomy northern day, Or this yet gloomier night, Has moved a something high In my cold heart; and I, That do not often pray, Would pray to-night.
And first on Thee I call For bread, O God of might! Enough of bread for all,— That through the famished town Cold hunger may lie down With none to-night.
I pray for hope no less, Strong-sinewed hope, O Lord, That to the struggling young May preach with brazen tongue Stout Labour, high success, And bright reward.
And last, O Lord, I pray For hearts resigned and bold To trudge the dusty way— Hearts stored with song and joke And warmer than a cloak Against the cold.
​If nothing else he had, He who has this, has all. This comforts under pain; This, through the stinging rain, Keeps ragamuffin glad Behind the wall.
This makes the sanded inn A palace for a Prince, And this, when griefs begin And cruel fate annoys, Can bring to mind the joys Of ages since.
# New poems and variant readings/Though deep indifference should drowse

THOUGH DEEP INDIFFERENCE SHOULD DROWSE
Though deep indifference should drowse The sluggish life beneath my brows, And all the external things I see Grow snow-showers in the street to me, Yet inmost in my stormy sense Thy looks shall be an influence.
​Though other loves may come and go And long years sever us below, Shall the thin ice that grows above Freeze the deep centre-well of love? No, still below light amours, thou Shalt rule me as thou rul'st me now.
Year following year shall only set Fresh gems upon thy coronet; And Time, grown lover, shall delight To beautify thee in my sight; And thou shalt ever rule in me Crowned with the light of memory.
# New poems and variant readings/To Mrs. Macmarland

TO MRS. MACMARLAND
In Schnee der Alpen—so it runs To those divine accords—and here We dwell in Alpine snows and suns, A motley crew, for half the year: A motley crew, we dwell to taste— A shivering band in hope and fear— That sun upon the snowy waste, That Alpine ether cold and clear.
Up from the laboured plains, and up From low sea-levels, we arise To drink of that diviner cup The rarer air, the clearer skies; For, as the great, old, godly King From mankind's turbid valley cries, So all we mountain-lovers sing: I to the hills will lift mine eyes.
​The bells that ring, the peaks that climb, The frozen snow's unbroken curd Might yet revindicate in rhyme The pauseless stream, the absent bird. In vain—for to the deeps of life You, lady, you my heart have stirred; And since you say you love my life, Be sure I love you for the word.
Of kindness, here I nothing say— Such loveless kindnesses there are In that grimacing, common way, That old, unhonoured social war. Love but my dog and love my love, Adore with me a common star— I value not the rest above The ashes of a bad cigar.
# Monthly scrap book, for October

The Scrap Book is not restricted to the Months of one year, but has a reference to the Months generally; and besides noticing incidents or customs peculiar to the Months, it comprises instructive and entertaining Pieces, well suited to excite in youth a relish for useful reading.
THE
Monthly Scrap Book,
FOR OCTOBER.
But see the fading many-colour'd woods Shade deepening over shade, the country round Imbrown; a crowded umbrage, dusk, and dun, Of every hue, from wan declining green To sooty dark.
CONTENTS.
DUNFERMLINE: PUBLISHED BY JOHN MILLER.
Price One Penny.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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# Monthly scrap book, for October/A Grocer's Bill

A GROCERS' BILL.
The following goods I ha'e to sell, Baith halesale and retail: An' gif ye'll come down whar I dwell, Ye'll get baith will and wail.
The teas are fresh, the spirits good, As e'er ran through a filler; But syne, it's to be understood, I deal for ready siller.
Finest flavour'd auld French brandy, Sugar loaves, baith great and sma' Cinnamon and sugar candy, Sa't an' starch, like driven sna'.
Sparklin' port, and sbinin sherry. Glad'nin', genuine, gen'rous wine, Fit to cheer and mak' ye merry. When a bottle ye inclinc.
China oranges an' raisins, Curran's, almon's, figs, an' prunes. Foreign fruits in a' their seasons, Tumblers and neat toddy spoons.
Common, stale, and stamic carvie, Qrange peel an' lemon skin. Caller eggs, frae Willie Garvie, Some twa youks, an' some but ane.
Pack thread, penny cord an' lashes, Durham mustard, superfine, Soap, wi' pot an' pearl ashes. Vinegar, the best champaigne.
Great variety o' brushes, Fit for bakers, claise or hats, Chrystal salts, an' sugar dishes, Cruets, fountains, mustard pats.
Acquavitae, auld an' bellin'. That will rouse ye'r drousie heart, Mak' ye crouse, ilk care dispellin'. To bell the cat wi' Bonaparte.
A' kin kinds o' foreign spirits, Fit for toddy, punch or dram, If ye want wha's guid, then here its. Pork, beef, or mutton ham.
Orders sent in frae the country, I'll attend wi' muckle care. Either frae poor folk or gentry, Sae just now, I'll say nae mair.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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# Monthly scrap book, for August/Garden Work in August

GARDEN WORK IN AUGUST.
If any seeds were omitted to be sown last month, finish now. Sow cabbage and all kinds of greens to stand through the winter for plants in spring; also cabbage and Dutch lettuces on warm borders, for winter use. Earth up celery, and plant out more. Clean asparagus beds. If room, plant more brocoli, cabbage, &c. About the middle sow cauliflower and prickly spinage. Gather onions, garlic, and all sweet herbs. Clip thorn hedges and pare thrift edgings.
| August 1st. | h. | m. | August 31st. | |
| Day breaks, | 1 | 23 | Day breaks, | |
| Sun rises, | 4 | 18 | Sun rises, | |
| —sets, | 7 | 42 | —sets, | |
| Twilight ends, | 10 | 37 | Twilight ends, | 8 |
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# Monthly scrap book, for August/Variety of Short Scraps

VARIETIES.
The Female Soldier.—During the American war, a lively, comely, young nymph, served in the character of a soldier for nearly three years. She was about nineteen years when she enlisted; and what redounds to her honour, during the time she was in the army she displayed herself with activity, alertness, chastity, and valour; having been in several skirmishes with the enemy, and received two wounds. She was a remarkably vigilant soldier on her post, and always gained the applause and admiration of her officers. A violent illness led to the discovery of her sex, when she was discharged, and sent to her connections. The cause of her personating a man, proceeded from the rigour of her parents, who exerted their prerogative to induce her to marry a man for whom she had conceived a great antipathy. At the close of the war, an officer in the regiment in which she had served, but who had entered after she had returned to her friends, came to reside near where she lived; he was smitten with her charms, and being a handsome young fellow, the lady, without much fighting, surrendered. She proved an excellent wife and mother, and her husband has often been heard to say, "that it was the happiest moment in his life when he married the Female Soldier."
Effects of Fear.—The passion of fear sometimes shows itself upon the slightest occasions, and in persons least likely to entertain such a guest. A French author relates a whimsical instance of this kind. Charles Gustavus (the successor to Christiana) was besieging Prague, when a boor of most extraordinary visage desired admittance to his tent, and being allowed entrance, offered, by way of amusing the king, to devour a whole hog, weighing 200 weight in his presence. The old general Koningsmark, who stood by the king's side, and who, soldier as he was, had not got rid of the prejudices of his childhood, hinted to his royal master that the peasant ought to be burnt as a sorcerer. "Sir (said the fellow, irritated at the remark), if your majesty will but make that old gentleman take off his sword and spurs, I will eat him before your face, before I begin with the pig." General Koningsmark, who had at the head of a body of Swedes performed wonders against the Austrians, and who was looked upon as one of the bravest men of the age, could not however stand this proposal, and especially as it was accompanied by a most hideous and preter-natural expansion of the jaws. Without uttering a word, the veteran suddenly turned round, ran out of the tent; and did not consider himself safe until he had arrived at his quarters, where he remained above twenty-four hours locked up securely, before he recovered of the panic which had so severely affected him.
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# My 1102 Days of W.W. II/Chapter 11

XI. A FREE MAN
News came that I had been looking for for months and months. My number of points made me eligible for discharge. I, along with a group of other men, received orders 11-4-45 to pack up and that the following day we would be going to Boston to be discharged. You can bet that I was at the head of the line. We spent that night in Boston and were discharged from the United States Navy, in the Fargo Building the next morning (11-6-45) and given train fare back to Tampa. (I was proud to say that I weighed the same - 181 pounds - as I did when I enlisted).
I stopped in Arlington, Virginia to see my sister, Marion, arriving there about 10:00 P. M. I removed my "P" coat and started to hang it in the closet, and to my surprise, there was an Army topcoat hanging there. It belonged to my brother Wayne, who had also just been discharged, unbeknown to me. He was tired and had gone to bed. We had not seen one-another since some time before the war started. I decided to awaken him and the two of us stayed up and talked for most of the night. He had served in both the African and the European Theaters as crew chief on the famous old C-47 cargo planes. (My youngest brother - Pete - was still serving in the Army of Occupation of Europe) .
Spending a few days at home in Virginia, and taking my 1941 Dodge out of storage, I headed back to Tampa and returned to work at Continental Can on 11-20-45.
​I was glad to be back at work, but I felt that I didn't fit in at the plant as well as I did when I had left. So many changes had taken place, mostly in personnel. I had gone through some very unusual experiences in the last three years and that, no doubt, had alot to do with it.
Guess I can't complain as I went through three years of service without a scratch. The only serious problem I had was having fungus in one ear while stationed on Bougainville. Our battalion doctor sent me to the Naval Base on the island. The name of the doctor that treated me sounded familiar, Colhoun (Lt. Commander). Having learned that we were both from the Roanoke, Virginia area, he invited me to a back room where we had a very neighborly chat.
# Mutual Reserve Fund Life Association v. Hamlin

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United States Supreme Court
139 U.S. 297
Mutual Reserve Fund Life Association v. Hamlin
Alfred Taylor and F. S. Parker, for plaintiff in error.
Charles E. Perkins and S. Lucas, for defendant in error.
Mr. Justice HARLAN, after stating the facts in the foregoing language, delivered the opinion of the court.

## Notes

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# My 1102 Days of W.W. II

"MY 1102 DAYS OF W. W. II"
By ERNEST L. SECREST
EDITED BY ROSE S. SECREST
WRITTEN IN 1980
- AUTOBIOGRAPHY -
I was born on February 4, 1905 in Bedford County, Virginia, near Montvale, attending the one room Goldsberry Grade School three miles from home. On June 1, 1924 I went to work for the Bedford Can Co., Bedford, Virginia, which was acquired by Continental Can Co. in 1929. In 1938 I was transferred to the Tampa, Fla. plant, and in 1960 to the Winter Garden plant, where I retired July 1, 1967.
While with the can companies, I followed the Mechanical and Engineering field, maintaining the canmaking equipment as a Machinist and a Tool and Die Maker. Later I held the position of Machine Shop Foreman, Master Mechanic and Plant Engineer, and for the last 15 years held the position of Manufacturing Engineer. This was continuous service with the exception of three years I spent in the armed forces of World War II.
- CONTENTS -
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The longest-living author of this work died in 1996, so this work is in the public domain in countries and areas where the copyright term is the author's life plus 27 years or less. This work may be in the public domain in countries and areas with longer native copyright terms that apply the rule of the shorter term to foreign works.
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# My 1102 Days of W.W. II/Chapter 2

II. CALIFORNIA BOUND
On 4-5-43 our battalion boarded two trains for the west coast. After a five-day ride in a day coach and hardly enough to eat, we arrived at Port Hueneme, California, 50 miles north of Los Angeles, the naval embarkation point. They used two trains because of fear of sabotage, and, in addition, we were routed differently, as we traveled across the states. At chow time they would stop and connect onto two diner cars (all of which was planned ahead). Being afraid of someone deserting, we were not allowed off of the train for any exercise. We complained so much they, finally, let us off after four days, at Yuma, Arizona. All along we were confined to an assigned car with a guard at each end. Only officers or anyone with a pass was permitted to leave the car.
The following day we were given a fourteen day leave. I purchased a round-trip train ticket back to my home in Virginia to spend a few days there before going overseas, and then again back to California. My parents home was only 250 miles from Camp Peary where we had just left, and almost in sight of the railroad we traveled on. During the last 18 days I had crossed the United States three times from coast to coast by train, in day-coaches. It was surprising how they kept an eye on us going to California and then turned us loose for 14 days.
During the few days in California they gave us lectures on various subjects before going overseas, and issued our "pieces" (M1 Rifles) and other necessary items for a full pack. We went out on the rifle range for target practice a number of times to get the feel of our pieces. This was down my ​alley. With my score of 120 points out of a possible 125, I qualified for a sharp shooter immediately, but the Seabees did not recognize this accomplishment.
While there we went out of the camp area on a work detail crossing the road into the dock area. About the time we arrived there, I found it necessary to look for a head (rest-room). I asked permission from the Chief in charge to return across the road back into camp, and that was no problem. In starting back across the road I was halted by a marine guard who asked: "Where are you going?" I told him. He said, "You are not going to cross that road, you may start across but I am going to shoot you." I didn't start across, for he meant what he said. I went back to camp and sacked up.
# Michael

* "Michael" in Lyrical Ballads Volume II (1800)
* "Michael, a Pastoral Poem" in Poems Volume I (1815)
# Michael, Brother of Jerry

* Foreword
* Chapter I
* Chapter II
* Chapter III
* Chapter IV
* Chapter V
* Chapter VI
* Chapter VII
* Chapter VIII
* Chapter IX
* Chapter X
* Chapter XI
* Chapter XII
* Chapter XIII
* Chapter XIV
* Chapter XV
* Chapter XVI
* Chapter XVII
* Chapter XVIII
* Chapter XIX
* Chapter XX
* Chapter XXI
* Chapter XXII
* Chapter XXIII
* Chapter XXIV
* Chapter XXV
* Chapter XXVI
* Chapter XXVII
* Chapter XXVIII
* Chapter XXIX
* Chapter XXX
* Chapter XXXI
* Chapter XXXII
* Chapter XXXIII
* Chapter XXXIV
* Chapter XXXV
* Chapter XXXVI
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# Nicene and Post-Nicene Fathers: Series I/Volume III/Doctrinal Treatises of St. Augustin/On the Creed/Section 1

1. Receive, my children, the Rule of Faith, which is called the Symbol (or Creed). And when ye have received it, write it in your heart, and be daily saying it to yourselves; before ye sleep, before ye go forth, arm you with your Creed. The Creed no man writes so as it may be able to be read: but for rehearsal of it, lest haply forgetfulness obliterate what care hath delivered, let your memory be your record-roll: what ye are about to hear, that are ye to believe; and what ye shall have believed, that are about to give back with your tongue. For the Apostle says, “With the heart man believeth unto righteousness, and with the mouth confession is made unto salvation.” For this is the Creed which ye are to rehearse and to repeat in answer. These words which ye have heard are in the Divine Scriptures scattered up and down: but thence gathered and reduced into one, that the memory of slow persons might not be distressed; that every person may be able to say, able to hold, what he believes. For have ye now merely heard that God is Almighty? But ye begin to have him for your father, when ye have been born by the church as your Mother.

## Footnotes

* ↑ Symbolum
* ↑ Codex
* ↑ Rom. x. 10
# Nicene and Post-Nicene Fathers: Series I/Volume III/Doctrinal Treatises of St. Augustin/On the Creed

On the Creed:
A Sermon to the Catechumens.
[De Symbolo Ad Catechumenos.]
Translated by the Rev. C. L. Cornish, M.A., of Exeter College, Oxford

## Contents

* Section 1
* Section 2
* Section 3
* Section 4
* Section 5
* Section 6
* Section 7
* Section 8
* Section 9
* Section 10
* Section 11
* Section 12
* Section 13
* Section 14
* Section 15
* Section 16
* Section 17