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# The Spirit of Laws (1758)/Volume I

THE
OF
Translated from the French of
M. DE SECONDAT,
BARON DE MONTESQUIEU,
By Mr. NUGENT,
VOL I.
                               Prolem fine matre creatam.
The Third Edition corrected and
considerably improved.
LONDON,
Printed for J. Nourse and P. Vaillant in the Strand.
MDCCLVIII.
The Translator to the Reader
Preface
CONTENTS.
Book I. Of Laws in general.
Book II. Of Laws directly derived from the Nature of Government.
Book III. Of the principles of the three Kinds of Government.
Book IV. That the Laws of Education ought to be relative to the Principles of Government.
Book V. That the Laws given by the Legislator ought to be relative to the Principle of Government.
Book VI. Consequences of the Principles of different Governments with respect to the Simplicity of civil and criminal Laws, the Form of Judgments, and the inflicting of Punishments.
Book VII. Consequences of the different Principles of the three Governments with respect to sumptuary Laws, Luxury, and the Condition of Women.
Book VIII. Of the Corruption of the Principles of the three Governments.
Book IX. Of Laws in the Relation they bear to a defensive Force.
Book X. Of Laws in the relation they bear to Offensive Force.
Book XI. Of the Laws that form political Liberty, with regard to the Constitution.
Book XII. Of the Laws that form political Liberty as relative to the Subject.
Book XIII. Of the Relation which the levying of Taxes, and the Greatness of the public Revenues have to Liberty.
Book XIV. Of Laws as relative to the Nature of the Climate.
Book XV. In what manner the Laws of civil Slavery are relative to the Nature of the Climate.
Book XVI. How the Laws of domestic Slavery have a Relation to the Nature of the Climate.
Book XVII. How the Laws of political Servitude have a Relation to the Nature of the Climate.
Book XVIII. Of Laws in the Relation they bear to the Nature of the Soil.
Book XIX. Of Laws in Relation to the Principles which form the general Spirit, the Morals and Customs of a Nation.
# The Spirit of Modern Philosophy

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THE SPIRIT OF MODERN PHILOSOPHY
An Essay
IN THE FORM OF LECTURES
BY
JOSIAH ROYCE
ASSISTANT PROFESSOR OF PHILOSOPHY IN HARVARD UNIVERSITY
Boston and New York
HOUGHTON, MIFFLIN AND COMPANY
The Riverside Press, Cambridge
1892
Contents
Preface
Lecture I: General Introdution
PART I. STUDIES OF THINKERS AND PROBLEMS.
Lecture II: The Periods of Modern Philosophy; Characteristics of the First Period; Illustration by Means of the Religious Aspect of Spinozism
Lecture III: The Rediscovery of the Inner Life; From Spinoza to Kant
Lecture IV: Kant
Lecture V: Fichte
Lecture VI: The Romantic School in Philosophy
Lecture VII: Hegel
Lecture VIII: Schopenhauer
Lecture IX: The Rise of the Doctrine of Evolution
PART II. SUGGESTIONS OF DOCTRINE.
Lecture X: Nature and Evolution; The Outer World and Its Paradox
Lecture XI: Reality and Idealism; The Inner World and Its Meaning
Lecture XII: Physical Law and Freedom; The World of Description and the World of Appreciation
Lecture XIII: Optimism, Pessimism and the Moral Order
# The Ship Richmond v. United States

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The Ship Richmond v. United States

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# The Ship-Builders

The sky is ruddy in the east, The earth is gray below, And, spectral in the river-mist, The ship's white timbers show. Then let the sounds of measured stroke And grating saw begin; The broad-axe to the gnarled oak, The mallet to the pin!
Hark! roars the bellows, blast on blast, The sooty smithy jars, And fire-sparks, rising far and fast, Are fading with the stars. All day for us the smith shall stand Beside that flashing forge; All day for us his heavy hand The groaning anvil scourge.
From far-off hills, the panting team For us is toiling near; For us the raftsmen down the stream Their island barges steer. Rings out for us the axe-man's stroke In forests old and still; For us the century-circled oak Falls crashing down his hill.
Up! up! in nobler toil than ours No craftsmen bear a part We make of Nature's giant powers The slaves of human Art. Lay rib to rib and beam to beam, And drive the treenails free; Nor faithless joint nor yawning seam Shall tempt the searching sea.
Where'er the keel of our good ship The sea's rough field shall plough; Where'er her tossing spars shall drip With salt-spray caught below; That ship must heed her master's beck, Her helm obey his hand, And seamen tread her reeling deck As if they trod the land.
Her oaken ribs the vulture-beak Of Northern ice may peel; The sunken rock and coral peak May grate along her keel; And know we well the painted shell We give to wind and wave, Must float, the sailor's citadel, Or sink, the sailor's grave.
Ho! strike away the bars and blocks, And set the good ship free! Why lingers on these dusty rocks The young bride of the sea? Look! how she moves adown the grooves, In graceful beauty now! How lowly on the breast she loves Sinks down her virgin prow.
God bless her! wheresoe'er the breeze Her snowy wing shall fan, Aside the frozen Hebrides, Or sultry Hindostan! Where'er, in mart or on the main, With peaceful flag unfurled, She helps to wind the silken chain Of commerce round the world!
Speed on the ship! But let her bear No merchandise of sin, No groaning cargo of despair Her roomy hold within; No Lethean drug for Eastern lands, Nor poison-draught for ours; But honest fruits of toiling hands And Nature's sun and showers.
Be hers the Prairie's golden grain, The Desert's golden sand, The clustered fruits of sunny Spain, The spice of Morning-land! Her pathway on the open main May blessings follow free, And glad hearts welcome back again Her white sails from the sea
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# The Shoemaker's Apron/Five Nursery Tales/The Disobedient Rooster

THE DISOBEDIENT ROOSTER
THE STORY OF ANOTHER LITTLE HEN
THE DISOBEDIENT ROOSTER
THERE were once a Rooster and a Hen who were very good friends. They always went about together like brother and sister.
The Rooster was headstrong and thoughtless and often did foolish things. The little Hen was very sensible and always looked after the Rooster as well as she could.
Whenever he began doing something foolish, she always said:
“Oh, my dear, you mustn’t do that!”
If the Rooster had always obeyed the little Hen he would be alive to this day. But, as I have told you, he was careless and headstrong and often he refused to take the little Hen’s advice.
One day in the spring he ran into the garden and just gorged and gorged on green gooseberries.
“Oh, my dear!” the little Hen cried. “You mustn’t eat green gooseberries! Don’t you know they’ll give you a pain in your stomach!”
But the Rooster wouldn’t listen. He just kept on eating gooseberry after gooseberry until at last he ​got a terrible pain in his stomach and then he had to stop.
“Little Hen,” he cried, “help me! Oh, my stomach! Oh! Oh!”
He was so sick that the little Hen had to give him some hot peppermint and put a mustard plaster on his stomach.
After that shouldn’t you suppose he would do what she told him? But he didn’t. As soon as he was well he was just as careless and disobedient as before.
One day he went out to the meadow and he just ran and ran and ran until he got all overheated and perspired. Then he went down to the brook and began drinking cold water.
“Oh, my dear,” the little Hen cried, “you mustn’t drink cold water while you’re overheated! Wait and cool off!”
But would the Rooster wait and cool off? No! He just drank that cold water and drank it until he could drink no more.
Then he got a chill and the poor little Hen had to drag him home and put him to bed and run for the Doctor.
The Doctor gave him bitter medicine and he didn’t ​get well for a long time. In fact it was winter before he got out of the house again.
Now shouldn’t you suppose that after all this the Rooster would never again disobey the little Hen? If only he had he would be alive to this day. Listen, now, to what happened:
One morning when he got up, he saw that ice was beginning to form on the river.
“Goody! Goody!” he cried. “Now I can go sliding on the ice!”
“Oh, my dear,” the little Hen said, “you mustn’t go sliding on the ice yet! It’s dangerous! Wait a few days until it’s frozen harder and then go sliding.”
But would the Rooster listen to the little Hen? No! He just insisted on running out that very moment and sliding on the thin ice.
And do you know what happened?
The ice broke and he fell in the river and, before the little Hen could get help, he was drowned!
And it was all his own fault, too, for the little Hen had begged him to wait until the ice was safer.
# The Star of Hope

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* "The Star of Hope", syllabus by Joseph P. Bradley
* "The Star of Hope", poem by Eliza Jane Stephens
# The Star of Hope (Bradley)/Opinion of the Court

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84 U.S. 651
The Star of Hope
The claimant insists that the bill of lading is the only contract binding on him, and as that did not specify any particular place for the stowage of the goods, they were properly stowed between decks in the hold.
This is not a sufficient answer to the libellants' case. The contract of the bill of lading was, that the goods should be delivered in San Francisco 'in good order and condition, dangers of the seas, fire, and collisions excepted.' The defence is to the effect that 'sweating' is one of the dangers of the seas. But if the sweating be produced in consequence of negligent stowage, the claimant is precluded from setting up the defence. If costly mirrors are stowed amongst loose articles of hardware, or if a case inclosing valuable statuary, and marked 'This side up with care,' is placed upside down amongst a lot of pig-iron, the claimant could hardly contend that he is protected from responsibility by the clause relating to the dangers of the seas. In this matter, as in all others, due care and its opposite, negligence, are relative terms, having respect to the nature of the duty to be performed, the knowledge communicated to the party to be charged, and the prevailing usages of the business. In view of the almost invariable practice as to the stowage of nuts on this voyage, of the well-known fact that if stowed in the hold they are extremely liable to be injured by sweat, and of the marks and directions on the packages in question in this case, it was culpable negligence in the master of the vessel to stow them in the hold. If he could not stow them as directed, he should, at least, have given notice to the shippers.
This view of the case is sufficient to dispose of it without deciding whether the evidence in reference to the stowage of nuts established a custom of the trade in the proper sense of that term, or whether the shipping receipts were a part of the contract of affreightment.
DECREE AFFIRMED WITH INTEREST AND COSTS.

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# The Stark Munro Letters/Intro

BEING A SERIES OF TWELVE LETTERS WRITTEN BY J. STARK MUNRO, M.B., TO HIS FRIEND AND FORMER FELLOW-STUDENT, HERBERT SWANBOROUGH, OF LOWELL, MASSACHUSETTS, DURING THE YEARS 1881-1884
The letters of my friend Mr. Stark Munro appear to me to form so connected a whole, and to give so plain an account of some of the troubles which a young man may be called upon to face right away at the outset of his career, that I have handed them over to the gentleman who is about to edit them. There are two of them, the fifth and the ninth, from which some excisions are necessary; but in the main I hope that they may be reproduced as they stand. I am sure that there is no privilege which my friend would value more highly than the thought that some other young man, harassed by the needs of this world and doubts of the next, should have gotten strength by reading how a brother had passed down the valley of shadow before him.
    HERBERT SWANBOROUGH.
LOWELL, MASS.
# The Star of Bethlehem

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* "The Star of Bethlehem", poem by Henry Kirke White
* "The Star of Bethlehem", poem by John Greenleaf Whittier
# The Star of the County Down

An alternative version, "The Flower of the County Down", was also written by McGarvey.
Near Banbridge town, in the County Down One morning last July Down a boreen green came a sweet colleen And she smiled as she passed me by. Oh she looked so sweet from her two bare feet To the sheen of her nut brown hair Such a coaxing elf, sure I shook myself To be sure I was really there.
Chorus: And from Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay And from Galway to Dublin town No maid I've seen like the brown colleen That I met in the County Down.
As she onward sped I shook my head And I gazed with a feeling rare And I said, says I, to a passerby "Who's the maid with the nut-brown hair?" He smiled at me, and with pride says he, "That's the gem of Ireland's crown. She's young Rosie McCann from the banks of the Bann She's the star of the County Down."
Chorus
I've travelled a bit, but never was hit Since my roving career began But fair and square I surrendered there To the charms of young Rose McCann. I'd a heart to let and no tenant yet Did I meet with in shawl or gown But in she went and I asked no rent From the star of the County Down.
Chorus
At the crossroads fair I'll be surely there And I'll dress in my Sunday clothes And I'll try sheep's eyes, and deludhering lies On the heart of the nut-brown rose. No pipe I'll smoke, no horse I'll yoke Though with rust my plow turns brown Till a smiling bride by my own fireside Sits the star of the County Down.
Chorus
# The Star of the East

* "The Star of the East", in The Ewie wi' the Crooked Horn (1828), a chapbook printed in Glasgow
* "The Star of the East", in The Memorable Battle of Bannockburn (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Glasgow
# The Stark Munro Letters

* Introduction
* HOME, 30th March, 1881.
* HOME, 10th April, 1881.
* HOME, 15th October, 1881.
* HOME, 1st December, 1881.
* MERTON ON The MOORS, 5th March, 1882.
* The PARADE, BRADFIELD, 7th March, 1882.
* The PARADE, BRADFIELD, 9th March, 1882.
* The PARADE, BRADFIELD, 6th April, 1882.
* The PARADE, BRADFIELD, 23rd April, 1882.
* CADOGAN TERRACE, BIRCHESPOOL, i 21st May, 1882.
* OAKLEY VILLAS, BIRCHESPOOL, 29th May, 1882.
* OAKLEY VILLAS, BIRCHESPOOL, 5th June, 1882.
* OAKLEY VILLAS, BIRCHESPOOL, 12th June, 1882.
* OAKLEY VILLAS, BIRCHESPOOL, 15th January, 1883.
* OAKLEY VILLAS, BIRCHESPOOL, 3rd August, 1883.
* OAKLEY VILLAS, BIRCHESPOOL, 4th November, 1884.
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# The Stranger (Kipling)

First published in the Morning Post, Collier’s Weekly, and the Vancouver World in April 1908; collected in Songs from Books (1912).
The Stranger within my gate, He may be true or kind, But he does not talk my talk— I cannot feel his mind. I see the face and the eyes and the mouth, But not the soul behind.
The men of my own stock, They may do ill or well, But they tell the lies I am wonted to, They are used to the lies I tell; And we do not need interpreters When we go to buy or sell.
The Stranger within my gates, He may be evil or good, But I cannot tell what powers control— What reasons sway his mood; Nor when the Gods of his far-off land Shall repossess his blood.
The men of my own stock, Bitter bad they may be, But, at least, they hear the things I hear, And see the things I see; And whatever I think of them and their likes They think of the likes of me.
This was my father's belief And this is also mine: Let the corn be all one sheaf— And the grapes be all one vine, Ere our children's teeth are set on edge By bitter bread and wine.
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# The Stranger's Heart

* The Stranger's Heart, in The Winter's Wreath, 1828.
* The Stranger's Heart, in Songs of the Affections, with Other Poems (Songs of the Affections), 1830.
# The Stranger in Louisiana

* The Stranger in Louisiana, in The New Monthly Magazine Volume 13, 1825.
* The Stranger in Louisiana, in The Forest Sanctuary, and Other Poems (Lays of Many Lands), 1825.
# The Stranger's Flower

* The Stranger's Flower, in Poems, 1827
* The Stranger's Flower, in Voice of Flowers, 1846
# The Stranger's Gift

August 18, 1838
I found far culled from fragrant field and grove Each flower that makes our Spring a welcome guest, In one sweet bond of brotherhood inwove On osier band their leafy stalks compressed; A stranger's hand had made their bloom my own, And fresh their fragrance rest on the air; His gift was mine—but he who gave unknown, And my heart sorrowed though the flowers were fair: Now oft I grieve to meet them on the lawn, Scattered along the path I love to go, By One who on their petals paints the dawn, And gilt with sunset splendors bids them glow, For I ne'er asked 'who steeps them in perfume?' Nor anxious sough His love who crowns them all with bloom.
# The Stranger Child

From Scribner's Magazine, Aug 1902
THE STRANGER CHILD By Josephine Dodge Daskam
Now the night is dark,
Now the house is still;
Comes a little stranger child
Toiling up the hill.
Listens at the door,
Peers within the pane.
Reaches for the broken latch
Rusted with the rain.
Murmurs in the dark.
Sobs beneath his breath,
Whispers to the empty rooms,
Quiet, now, for death.
Wanders through the lane
Where the rosebush grew.
Tries to reach the cobwebbed sill
Drenched and dark with dew.
Calls—and calls in vain!
For the man, alone,
Dies before a dying fire,
Hears no human tone.
Only his soul's voice
Calls the dull roll through;
Good so often long to wait,
Ill so quick to do.
Only his soul's eyes,
Shamed and tired of all,
Watch the red life ebb and flow,
Watch the last sands fall.
And the little child
Clinging to the sill,
Weeps and stretches tiny hands,
Weak for good or ill.
Slow the dying coal
Drops from out the fire;
Slowly sinks the house of clay,
Empty of desire.
Through the creaking blind
Slips the spirit now.
Shudders at the stranger child,
"Thou? my lost youth, thou?"
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# The Stranger and His Friend

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This Hymn is often known by its first line, "A Poor Wayfaring Man of Grief".
THE STRANGER AND HIS FRIEND
 "Ye have done it unto me." — Matt. xxv. 40.
A poor wayfaring Man of grief Hath often cross'd me on my way, Who sued so humbly for relief, That I could never answer "Nay:" I had not power to ask his name, Whither he went, or whence he came, Yet was there something in his eye That won my love, I knew not why.
Once, when my scanty meal was spread, He enter'd ;—not a word he spake;— Just perishing for want of bread; I gave him all; he bless'd it, brake, And ate,—but gave me part again; Mine was an Angel's portion then, For while I fed with eager haste, That crust was manna to my taste.
I spied him, where a fountain burst Clear from the rock; his strength was gone; The heedless water mock'd his thirst, He heard it, saw it hurrying on: I ran to raise the sufferer up; Thrice from the stream he drain'd my cup, Dipt, and return'd it running o'er ; I drank, and never thirsted more.
'T was night; the floods were out; it blew A winter hurricane aloof; I heard his voice abroad, and flew To bid him welcome to my roof; I warm'd, I clothed, I cheer'd my guest, Laid him on my own couch to rest; Then made the hearth my bed, and seem'd In Eden's garden while I dream'd.
Stript, wounded, beaten, nigh to death, I found him by the highway-side: I roused his pulse, brought back his breath, Revived his spirit, and supplied Wine, oil, refreshment; he was heal'd; —I had myself a wound conceal'd; But from that hour forgot the smart, And Peace bound up my broken heart.
In prison I saw him next, condemn'd To meet a traitor's doom at morn; The tide of lying tongues I stemm'd, And honor'd him 'midst shame and scorn: My friendship's utmost zeal to try, He ask'd if I for him would die; The flesh was weak, my blood ran chill, But the free spirit cried, "I will."
Then in a moment to my view The Stranger darted from disguise; The tokens in his hands I knew, My Saviour stood before mine eyes: He spake; and my poor name He named; "Of me thou hast not been ashamed: These deeds shall thy memorial be; Fear not, thou didst them unto Me."
Scarborough, December, 1826.
# The Story of Isaac Brock: Hero, Defender and Saviour of Upper Canada

* I. Our Hero's Home—Guernsey
* II. School and Pastimes
* III. From Ensign to Colonel
* IV. Egmont-op-Zee and Copenhagen
* V. Brock in Canada
* VI. Bridle-Road, Batteau and Canoe
* VII. Mutiny and Desertion
* VIII. France, the United States and Canada
* IX. Fur-Traders and Habitants
* X. The Massacre at Mackinaw
* XI. Little York, Niagara, Amherstburg
* XII. Major-General Brock, Governor of Upper Canada
* XIII. The War Cloud
* XIV. The United States of America Declares War
* XV. Brock Accepts Hull's Challenge
* XVI. "En Avant, Detroit!"
* XVII. Our Hero Meets Tecumseh
* XVIII. An Indian Pow-wow
* XIX. The Attack on Detroit
* XX. Brock's Victory
* XXI. Chagrin in the United States
* XXII. Prevost's Armistice
* XXIII. "Hero, Defender, Saviour"
* XXIV. Brock's Last Council
* XXV. The Midnight Gallop
* XXVI. The Attack on the Redan
* XXVII. Van Rensselaer's Camp
* XXVIII. A Foreign Flag Flies on the Redan
* XXIX. The Battle of Queenston Heights
* XXX. The Death of Isaac Brock