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# Men I Have Painted/Sir Archibald Geikie

SIR ARCHIBALD GEIKIE
SIR ARCHIBALD GEIKIE
WHILE visiting Walter Tyndale, in Haslemere, he suggested that I should take advantage of the proximity of the President of the Royal Society, Sir Archibald Geikie, and make a portrait of him.
Sir Archibald gave me the whole day between breakfast and tea for the sittings. He did not take luncheon, for he had found that the day was broken in two by a useless and injurious meal, that after lunching the mind was in no condition for work because the body became torpid and dormant, and required repose. He maintained better health and accomplished more work by eating a good breakfast early in the morning, a good tea at four o'clock, and a substantial dinner at seven o'clock. Lord Leighton had adopted the same custom, with equally beneficial results.
I had the advantage of long sittings, which enabled me to complete the portrait very quickly. If I happened to be hungry, the Tyndales' house was next door, where Mrs. Tyndale always welcomed me. Sir Archibald and I were in complete agreement upon philosophical, political, and social questions, so that we found much pleasure in attacking the weak points in the flimsy armour of imaginary opponents. Sir Archibald, like John Tyndall, was a doughty champion of the truth that he had found in rocky mountains, in sandy valleys, and in fossils deep ​down in the strata of the earth—truth that had often exposed the aberrations of the mind of man, for, as he would no doubt have admitted had I put the matter before him, the only false thing on earth is man. Some few animals, like the fox and the spider and the dove, know how to deceive, but as a rule Nature does not lie.
But there was one subject broached which almost caused a serious rupture between Sir Archibald and myself. I had been asked to dinner to meet a few of his friends. During the repast the little fairies who buzz around to create mischief for their own amusement put it into my head to mention Bacon in connection with Shakespeare, when in an instant Sir Archibald turned very pink, and angrily declared that he would not have that heresy mentioned in his house, that it was a monstrous and disloyal thing to give tongue or ear to anything so detrimental to the honour of English traditions. I murmured a regret; but that, instead of appeasing him, seemed to irritate him the more until a frosty and still atmosphere settled over the table, and I thought we were all going to shrivel up. At last some tactful guest broke through the ice, and when a little wine had restored the circulation we settled down to the chicken and bacon, and concluded to swallow both Stratford-on-Avon and Verulam.
# Men I Have Painted/The Rev. Stephen Gladstone

STEPHEN GLADSTONE
THE REV. STEPHEN GLADSTONE
WHEN I first began to paint Mr. Gladstone, at Hawarden, Mrs. Drew would often invite me in the afternoons to visit with her the different places of interest in the neighbourhood. Her daughter, Dossie, the fair-haired child whose picture at that period was on a page of every illustrated newspaper in the kingdom, and beyond it, presented me to her pet black Pomeranian puppy, and together we would seek out her father, Canon Drew, in the midst of his books and papers, and beguile him into taking a walk in the gardens or the park.
It was natural that these walks should sometimes end at the Rectory, where the "Rector," Mr. Gladstone's familiar title in Hawarden, and Mrs. Gladstone, surrounded by their family of sturdy sons and a daughter, would welcome us to tea. The baby of the house was then about two years old. His brow was remarkable for a child, and the head resembled his grandfather's, even to the thin fringe of blond hair that hung and curled behind like the soft, gray locks of the old statesman. I could not help predicting a great career for him. He now lies, like his cousin William of Hawarden, among the brave youths who fell in the battle-fields of France.
Stephen Gladstone was more like his father than any of the members of the family. He was tall and powerfully ​built, with a physique capable of any amount of endurance or fatigue. Many years after this, when painting Mrs. Gladstone at Manley Hall, I heard that the Rector had walked from Bangor to Hawarden, more than sixty miles, in one day, when in his sixty-first year, as though to show that his resignation from the parish of Hawarden had no connection with any physical failure. In his youth he performed a similar feat of endurance, when, as an Oxford undergraduate, without any special training, he walked the fifty-four miles between Oxford and London in one day. Those who started with him dropped off, as the pace was four miles an hour.
The reproduction is from a hasty sketch. The Rector had promised to come to The Hermitage and sit for his portrait, but a sudden illness carried him away before the promise could be fulfilled.
# New York Company v. Nickals

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United States Supreme Court
119 U.S. 296
New York Company v. Nickals
Suit to recover dividends upon preferred stock. Decree for plaintiffs. Defendants appealed. W. D. Shipman, B. H. Bristow New York, L. E. & W. R. Co. Chas. E. Tracy
Mr. Justice HARLAN, after stating the facts in the foregoing language, delivered the opinion of the court.

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# New York Company v. Estill

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United States Supreme Court
147 U.S. 591
New York Company v. Estill
[Syllabus from pages 591-592 intentionally omitted]
Garland Pollard and Percy Werner, for plaintiff in error.
W. M. Williams and John Cosgrove, for defendants in error.
Mr. Justice BLATCHFORD delivered the opinion of the court.

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# New York Company v. Fruchter

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United States Supreme Court
260 U.S. 141
New York Company v. Fruchter
Argued: Oct. 6-9, 1922. --- Decided: Nov 13, 1922
Mr. James W. Carpenter, of New Haven, Conn., for petitioner.
Messrs. Harold R. Medina and Leon Sanders, both of New York City, for respondents.
[Argument of Counsel from page 142-143 intentionally omitted]
Mr. Justice McREYNOLDS delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# New York Company v. Madison

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United States Supreme Court
123 U.S. 524
New York Company v. Madison
J. E. Ingersoll, for plaintiff in error.
Edward S. Meyer, for defendant in error.
WAITE, C. J.

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# More Translations from the Chinese

MORE TRANSLATIONS FROM THE CHINESE
BY
ARTHUR WALEY
NEW YORK ALFRED · A · KNOPF MCMXIX
COPYRIGHT, 1919, BY ALFRED A. KNOPF, Inc.
PRINTED BY THE VAIL-BALLOU CO., BINGHAMTON, N.Y. ON WARREN’S INDIA TINT OLD STYLE PAPER BOUND BY THE PLIMPTON PRESS, NORWOOD, MASS
CONTENTS
* PAGE
* Introduction5
* Ch'ü Yüan:—
* The Great Summons13
* Wang Wei:—
* Prose Letter23
* Li Po:—
* Drinking Alone by Moonlight27
* In the Mountains on a Summer Day29
* Waking from Drunkenness on a Spring Day30
* Self-Abandonment31
* To Tan Ch'iu32
* Clearing at Dawn33
* Po Chü-i:—
* Life of Po Chü-i35
* After Passing the Examination37
* Escorting Candidates to the Examination Hall38
* In Early Summer Lodging in a Temple to Enjoy the Moonlight39
* Sick Leave40
* Watching the Reapers41
* Going Alone to Spend a Night at the Hsien-Yu Temple42
* Planting Bamboos43
* To Li Chien44
* At the End of Spring45
* The Poem on the Wall46
* Chu Ch'ēn Village47
* Fishing in the Wei River50
* Lazy Man's Song51
* Illness and Idleness52
* Winter Night53
* The Chrysanthemums in the Eastern Garden54
* Poems in Depression, at Wei Village55
* To His Brother Hsing-Chien, Who was in Tung-Ch'uan56
* Starting Early from the Ch'u-Ch'ēng Inn57
* Rain58
* The Beginning of Summer59
* Visiting the Hsi-Lin Temple60
* Prose Letter to Yüan Chēn61
* Hearing the Early Oriole65
* Dreaming that I Went with Lu and Yu to Visit Yüan Chēn66
* The Fifteenth Volume67
* Invitation to Hsiao Chü-Shih68
* To Li Chien69
* The Spring River70
* After Collecting the Autumn Taxes71
* Lodging with the Old Man of the Stream72
* To His Brother Hsing-Chien73
* The Pine-Trees in the Courtyard74
* Sleeping on Horseback76
* Parting from the Winter Stove77
* Good-Bye to the People of Hangchow78
* Written when Governor of Soochow79
* Getting Up Early on a Spring Morning80
* Losing a Slave-Girl81
* The Grand Houses at Lo-Yang82
* The Cranes83
* On His Baldness84
* Thinking of the Past85
* A Mad Poem Addressed to My Nephews and Nieces87
* Old Age88
* To a Talkative Guest89
* To Liu Yü-Hsi90
* My Servant Wakes Me91
* Since I Lay Ill92
* Song of Past Feelings93
* Illness96
* Resignation97
* Yüan Chēn:—
* The Story of Ts'ui Ying-Ying101
* The Pitcher114
* Po Hsing-chien:—
* The Story of Miss Li117
* Wang Chien:—
* Hearing that His Friend was Coming Back from the War137
* The South138
* Ou-yang Hsiu:—
* Autumn141
* Appendix144
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# More Translations from the Chinese/A Mad Poem Addressed to My Nephews and Nieces

​[54] A MAD POEM ADDRESSED TO MY NEPHEWS AND NIECES
[A.D. 835]
The World cheats those who cannot read; I, happily, have mastered script and pen. The World cheats those who hold no office; I am blessed with high official rank. The old are often ill; I, at this day have not an ache or pain. They are often burdened with ties; But I have finished with marriage and giving in marriage. No changes happen to disturb the quiet of my mind; No business comes to impair the vigour of my limbs. Hence it is that now for ten years Body and soul have rested in hermit peace. And all the more, in the last lingering years What I shall need are very few things. A single rug to warm me through the winter; One meal to last me the whole day. It does not matter that my house is rather small; One cannot sleep in more than one room! It does not matter that I have not many horses; One cannot ride in two coaches at once! As fortunate as me among the people of the world Possibly one would find seven out of ten. As contented as me among a hundred men Look as you may, you will not find one. In the affairs of others even fools are wise; In their own business even sages err. To no one else would I dare to speak my heart, So my wild words are addressed to my nephews and nieces.
# More Translations from the Chinese/After Collecting the Autumn Taxes

​[40] AFTER COLLECTING THE AUTUMN TAXES
From my high castle I look at the town below Where the natives of Pa cluster like a swarm of flies. How can I govern these people and lead them aright? I cannot even understand what they say. But at least I am glad, now that the taxes are in, To learn that in my province there is no discontent. I fear its prosperity is not due to me And was only caused by the year's abundant crops, The papers that lie on my desk are simple and few; My house by the moat is leisurely and still. In the autumn rain the berries fall from the eaves; At the evening bell the birds return to the wood. A broken sunlight quavers over the southern porch Where I lie on my couch abandoned to idleness.
# Mine and Thine (1904)/In Pathetic Remembrance—E. N. W., Author Of "David Harum"

This poem was not included in Mrs. Coates' collected Poems (1916, in 2 vols.).
IN PATHETIC REMEMBRANCE
E. N. W.
Author of "David Harum"
Adying man, so say you, wrote this book? Life is abundant here: from every page— Cheerful, courageous, philosophic, sage, With no repining and no backward look— It flows, as healthful as the mountain brook, That gathering scent of grape and saxifrage, Makes joyous pastime of its pilgrimage, Fresh'ning each pebbly bend, each mossy crook.
The story journeys to forgetfulness? Truly: yet he who wrote, with failing breath, ​Ennobled human nature; for since he Who died in far Samoa by the sea, There scarce hath come, through failure and success, A braver spirit to the gates of death!
# Mine and Thine (1904)/Crippled

CRIPPLED
Why hast Thou bound my feet, Then bade me toil ceaselessly after Thee? How should a thing so broken, incomplete— Ah, how should I, Lord! plant these faltering feet Where shifting sands of Earth so baffle me?
Have I not set thy limits? Who should know, Better than I, what sloughs I lead thee through? Mine is the power to hinder—and make free: Walk thou with me!
# Mine and Thine (1904)/Demeter

DEMETER
Thou, thou hast seen the child I seek! The vale is thine and the cloudy peak, Divine Apollo Whose eyes doth follow Each secret course! Ah, speak!
I have sued to the other gods in vain: Thou wilt not disregard my pain; But by thy power Win back my flower To gladden earth again!
​Fair as the poppy amid the wheat,— Her breath as the breath of the wild grape, sweet In the twilight tender,— She loved thy splendor Of perfect day to greet.
And it is thou—of gods most dear!— Thou, sun-god! who hast led me here: Whose smile caressing, My wrong redressing, Tells me the Maid is near!
Blessèd, O blessèd, be thy light! She comes from the shadows—blissful sight!— To the breast that bore her, To the yearning for her, That fills me, day and night!
# Mine and Thine (1904)/Dreyfus

This poem was not included in Mrs. Coates' collected Poems (1916, in 2 vols.).
DREYFUS
France has no dungeon in her island tomb So deep that she may hide injustice there; The cry of innocence, despite her care,— Despite her roll of drums, her cannon's boom,— Is heard wherever human hearts have room For sympathy: a sob upon the air, Echoed and reëchoed everywhere, It swells and swells, a prophecy of doom.
Thou latest victim of an ancient hate! In agony so awfully alone, The world forgets thee not, nor can forget: ​Such martyrdom she feels to be her own, And sees involved in thine her larger fate; She questions, and thy foes shall answer yet.

## Notes

* ↑ Due in large part to the support of "leading artists and intellectuals," Dreyfus was pardoned and released from prison on 19 September 1899, and officially exonerated on 12 July 1906. (see Alfred Dreyfus)
* ↑ Due in large part to the support of "leading artists and intellectuals," Dreyfus was pardoned and released from prison on 19 September 1899, and officially exonerated on 12 July 1906. (see Alfred Dreyfus)
# Mine and Thine (1904)/In Memory—Eliza Sproat Turner

This poem was not included in Mrs. Coates' collected Poems (1916, in 2 vols.). The lines, ...They live indeed—the dead / By whose example we are upward led, are inscribed on Mrs. Coates headstone.
IN MEMORY
ELIZA SPROAT TURNER
How should we think of her as dead Whose words to many are as daily bread? How should we deem her gone Whose help is not, and cannot be, withdrawn? We do not mourn the orb as set Whose shining beams are all about us yet!
Ah, no! They live indeed—the dead By whose example we are upward led; Nor was her service vain Who gave herself—again and yet again— ​And when her spirit was most sad, Healed her deep hurt by making others glad.
She lived to bless: her generous mind Despaired not of the humblest of her kind For in her heart was born Love for the poor, unfriended, and forlorn, Which, after love's perfected way, Judged not itself of greater worth than they.
She lived to bless: love made her strong To widen good, to limit hate and wrong, To ease the path of woe; And choosing in the Christ-like way to go, The future held for her no fear, Who, self-forgetting, made her heaven—here!
# Mine and Thine (1904)/Cradle Song

CRADLE SONG
Thy heart and mine are one, my dear, At dawn and set of sun; When skies are bright, when days are drear, Thy heart and mine are one!
About us move the hapless folk Whom paltry things estrange; The friends that feel their bond a yoke, The loves that lightly change;
But thou and I, my bonny child, Their dangers blithely shun, Nor can by folly be beguiled,— For thou and I are one!
# Mine and Thine (1904)/Delilah

DELILAH
Evermore I hear my name, Blared upon the cruel street, Echoed in my close retreat, Breathing fame, and branding shame: Evermore it mocks my dream. Though I wear the purple fine— All the pomp of Palestine— Ravens over Gaza scream: "Delilah!"
And when most I should be gay For my triumph,—lo! my sight ​Darkens in another's night, And accusing voices say: "Guile may lightly vanquish odds; But though mortals pay the price And accept the sacrifice, Treason's hateful to the gods, Delilah!"
Samson!—bowing reverent knee Unto Israel's God and thine— Did'st thou think I loved not mine? Unto him I yielded thee! Yet—O mighty in thy fall!— Groping still thy God to find, Bond and bound, bereft and blind,— Happier thou than she they call Delilah!
# Mine and Thine (1904)/Edmund Clarence Stedman

EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN
Life laid upon his forehead a caress, And, smiling, gave him for his birthright dower, Humor and judgment, passion, purpose, power, And gifts of vision, pure and limitless: Then—for she ever tempers man's success, Nursing the canker in Earth's fairest flower— She added pain; and taught him, hour by hour, To know that only blessed which doth bless!
​So, following the Gleam from early youth, He lent a strengthening hand, and gave his heart, And aided feet, less sure than his, to climb: He sacrificed not others to his art, But worshiped beauty with unselfish truth, And lives, the well-beloved of his time!
# Mine and Thine (1904)/Gifts

This poem was not included in Mrs. Coates' collected Poems (1916, in 2 vols.).
GIFTS
One, in her service, patient wrought, Striving a duteous faith to prove; But at the last, her eyes still sought The face of one who gave but love
Grateful, from one she daily drew Strength to sustain her failing breath; But at the last, her spirit knew That love is more than life—than death!
# Mine and Thine (1904)/I Know Not How to Find the Spring

I KNOW NOT HOW TO FIND THE SPRING
I know not how to find the Spring, Though violets are here, And in the boughs high over me The birds are fluting clear; The magic and the melody, The rapture—all are fled, And could they wake, they would but break My heart, now you are dead.
# Men of Mark in America/Volume 1/Ethan A. Hitchcock

ETHAN ALLEN HITCHCOCK
HITCHCOCK, ETHAN ALLEN, secretary of the interior in President Roosevelt's cabinet as he was in that of President McKinley, was born at Mobile, Alabama, September 19, 1835, the son of Henry and Anne (Erwin) Hitchcock. He comes from a family of historical distinction, his grandmother, Lucy Allen Hitchcock, having been a daughter of the famous Green Mountain Patriot, Ethan Allen. His brother, Colonel Henry Hitchcock, was active on the Union side in the Civil war, and was in Sherman's army in his famous "march through Georgia." After spending his early boyhood in New Orleans and Nashville, he was sent to a military academy in New Haven, to continue his education, and in 1855 he joined his parents, then residing in St. Louis. He remained in that city until 1860, engaged in business pursuits.
The fact that he had relatives in China, in 1860 led the young man to that country as a promising field for business enterprise; and during the following twelve years he was connected with the commission house of Olyphant & Co., the last six years as a member of the firm. After his return home in 1874 he spent two years in European travel, and subsequently engaged in business enterprises at St. Louis, becoming actively interested in several mining, manufacturing and railroad concerns as promoter and president. His activity in this direction continued from 1874 to 1897.
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​business ability adapted him admirably to securing this end, the effect being a very notable increase in American exports to Russia, for which he was given the credit both at home and abroad. During the Spanish-American war he was active in keeping the Russian court and the representatives of other governments at St. Petersburg acquainted with the issues and facts involved, his service in this direction being very useful in preventing misunderstandings. In December, 1898, President McKinley offered him by cable message the position of secretary of the interior in his cabinet, to take the place of Cornelius N. Bliss, resigned. The position was accepted, and is still held under President Roosevelt, the intricate interests controlled by that department being capably administered. In 1902 the University of Missouri conferred upon him the honorary degree of LL.D. He is a member of the Board of Trustees of the Carnegie Institution at Washington, and a member of the New Hampshire Society of the Cincinnati.
# New poems and variant readings/To Mesdames Zassetsky and Garschine

TO MESDAMES ZASSETSKY AND GARSCHINE
The wind may blaw the lee-gang way And aye the lift be mirk an' gray, An deep the moss and steigh the brae Where a' maun gang— There's still an hoor in ilka day For luve and sang.
​And canty hearts are strangely steeled. By some dikeside they'll find a bield, Some couthy neuk by muir or field They're sure to hit, Where, frae the blatherin' wind concealed, They'll rest a bit.
An' weel for them if kindly fate Send ower the hills to them a mate; They'll crack a while o' kirk an' State, O' yowes an' rain: An' when it's time to take the gate, Tak' ilk his ain.
—Sic neuk beside the southern sea I soucht—sic place o' quiet lee Frae a' the winds o' hfe. To me, Fate, rarely fair, Had set a freendly company To meet me there.
Kindly by them they gart me sit, An' blythe was I to bide a bit. Licht as o' some hame fireside lit My life for me. —Ower early maun I rise an' quit This happy lee.
# New poems and variant readings/To Miss Cornish

TO MISS CORNISH
They tell me, lady, that to-day On that unknown Australian strand— Some time ago, so far away— Another lady joined the band. ​She joined the company of those Lovelily dowered, nobly planned, Who, smiling, still forgive their foes And keep their friends in close command.
She, lady, as I learn, was one Among the many rarely good; And destined still to be a sun Through every dark and rainy mood:— She, as they told me, far had come, By sea and land, o'er many a rood:— Admired by all, beloved by some, She was yourself, I understood.
But, compliment apart and free From all constraint of verses, may Goodness and honour, grace and glee, Attend you ever on your way— Up to the measure of your will, Beyond all power of mine to say— As she and I desire you still, Miss Cornish, on your natal day.