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# Letters of John Huss Written During His Exile and Imprisonment/Letter 20, To Peter Maldoniewitz

It is written here that the letter was addressed to Petr z Mladoňovic (Peter Maldoniewitz), but it was addressed to John of Chlum.
LETTER XX.
TO PETER MALDONIEWITZ
[[[Author:Jan Hus|John Huss]]’s Dream.]
Explain this night’s dream. I thought they wanted to destroy, at Bethlehem, all the representatives of Christ, and that they destroyed them. The next morning, on rising, I saw many painters, who were painting finer and more numerous images. I looked at them with joy: the painters said, with the crowd—“Let the bishops and priests come now, and let them endeavour to destroy these designs!” Upon this, great multitudes rejoiced at ​Bethlehem, and I with them; and on awaking, I found that I was laughing.
Several have published, that they wished to destroy what is written at Bethlehem. I will send a copy of the treatises, which I have transcribed in duplicate.
# Letters of John Huss Written During His Exile and Imprisonment/Letter 23, To John Huss

LETTER XXIII.
TO JOHN HUSS.
[Huss is informed of several circumstances by his friends.]
Dearest friend,—Learn that your acts and the truth have never been more the objects of secret and unjustifiable ​snares than at present; however, your affair is postponed in consequence of a train of incidents that have occurred, and which were not in any way connected with it.
All your friends, and particularly Christian, are most attentive to the good widow, as to a second Sareptan.
A bit of triangular paper has fallen into the hands of your enemies: it has been the subject of a denunciation; and the informations were lodged so promptly, that it was impossible to prevent the act.
The Doctor of Bibrach has been demanding, by what means, and by what occasion, he can write to you: the conclusion that has been drawn, is, that he is negligent about doing so. Write, I pray you, a few words of consolation for your most attached friends.
* ↑ Hist. et Monum. Johann. Huss, Epist. 1.
* ↑ This is the person who received John Huss into her house at Constance.
# Letters of John Huss Written During His Exile and Imprisonment/Letter 25, To the same

LETTER XXV.
TO THE SAME.
Beloved friend in Christ, endeavour once more to persuade all our noblemen to solicit the Emperor and the Council, that what they promised may take place; for they declared to me,—“The facts alleged against you shall be put down briefly in writing, and in an approaching ​audience you shall reply.” Our noblemen, by reminding the Emperor and the Council of their own words, can constrain them to do what they have promised. Then in the Council, with the assistance of God, will I loudly proclaim the truth; for, rather than to be thus basely stifled by them, I prefer to have my body burned with fire; but I am anxious that every Christian shall know what are my last words. I, therefore, in the name of the Most High, conjure my noble friends to act with energy, and to give me a last proof of their firmness. My trust in the Lord, noble John, my generous and most faithful friend, is unchangeable. May God award you a fitting recompense for all your kindness. I conjure you not to withdraw until all has been consummated. Oh! why am I not led forth to the funeral pile, rather than be thus prevented from being heard! I still hope that the Almighty God will deliver me from their hands through the merits of the saints. Let me know, I pray you, if I shall to-morrow be heard before the Council. Salute, from me, all my friends in Bohemia, and beseech them to pray to God for me. Should I remain in prison, it will be a great consolation to me, during my melancholy expectation of death, to know that you have exhorted the masters to remain steadfast in the truth, as well as the young maiden Petra and all her family. Recommend Master Jessenitz to take unto himself a wife. Pray my good friend Guzikon and the curé not to be angry with me for ​not having paid what I owed them, for it was totally out of my power. Let those persons who have aided me with their money, salute my friends in Christ of both sexes, and let them pray to God for me. No one will repay them, as well as our Lord Jesus Christ, the money they had advanced to me, it having been done for his service. I should, however, be well pleased that the richer persons paid the poorer; but I fear that in some this saying may be confirmed,—Tzosoczy to Smyssli.
* ↑ Hist. et Monum. Johann. Huss, Epist. xxxv.
* ↑ Luther has not translated these words.
# Let Us Love and Sing and Wonder

Praise for redeeming love by John Newton
    Let us love and sing and wonder,
    Let us praise the Savior’s Name!
    He has hushed the law’s loud thunder,
    He has quenched Mount Sinai’s flame.
    He has washed us with His blood,
    He has brought us nigh to God.
    Let us love the Lord Who bought us,
    Pitied us when enemies,
    Called us by His grace, and taught us,
    Gave us ears and gave us eyes:
    He has washed us with His blood,
    He presents our souls to God.
    Let us sing, though fierce temptation
    Threaten hard to bear us down!
    For the Lord, our strong Salvation,
    Holds in view the conqueror’s crown:
    He Who washed us with His blood
    Soon will bring us home to God.
    Let us wonder; grace and justice
    Join and point to mercy’s store;
    When through grace in Christ our trust is,
    Justice smiles and asks no more:
    He Who washed us with His blood
    Has secured our way to God.
    Let us praise, and join the chorus
    Of the saints enthroned on high;
    Here they trusted Him before us,
    Now their praises fill the sky:
    “You have washed us with Your blood;
    You are worthy, Lamb of God!”
    Hark! the Name of Jesus, sounded
    Loud, from golden harps above!
    Lord, we blush, and are confounded,
    Faint our praises, cold our love!
    Wash our souls and songs with blood,
    For by thee we come to God.
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# Let down the Bars, Oh Death—

* "Let down the bars, O Death!" in Poems: Second Series (1891)
* "Let down the bars, O Death!" in The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson (1924)
# Let Us Plead for Faith Alone

Let us plead for faith alone, faith which by our works is shown; God it is who justifies, only faith the grace applies.
Active faith that lives within, conquers hell and death and sin, hallows whom it first made whole, forms the Savior in the soul.
Let us for this faith contend, sure salvation is the end; heaven already is begun, everlasting life is won.
Only let us persevere till we see our Lord appear, never from the Rock remove, saved by faith which works by love.
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# Literary Lapses/The Poet Answered

The Poet Answered.
Dear Sir:
In answer to your repeated questions and requests which have appeared for some years past in the columns of the rural press, I beg to submit the following solutions of your chief difficulties:—
Topic I.—You frequently ask, where are the friends of your childhood, and urge that they shall be brought back to you. As far as I am able to learn, those of your friends who are not in jail are still right there in your native village. You point out that they were wont to share your gambols. If so, you are certainly entitled to have theirs now.
Topic II.—You have taken occasion to say:
But, my dear fellow, this is preposterous. Why, these are the very things I had bought ​for you. If you won't take any of these, I shall have to give you factory cotton and cordwood.
Topic III.—You also ask, "How fares my love across the sea?" Intermediate, I presume. She would hardly travel steerage.
Topic IV.—"Why was I born? Why should I breathe?" Here I quite agree with you. I don't think you ought to breathe.
Topic V.—You demand that I shall show you the man whose soul is dead and then mark him. I am awfully sorry; the man was around here all day yesterday, and if I had only known I could easily have marked him so that we could pick him out again.
Topic VI.—I notice that you frequently say, "Oh, for the sky of your native land." Oh, for it, by all means, if you wish. But remember that you already owe for a great deal.
Topic VII.—On more than one occasion you wish to be informed, "What boots it, that you idly dream?" Nothing boots it at present—a fact, sir, which ought to afford you the highest gratification.
# Literary Magazine and American Register

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# Literary Lapses/The New Food

The New Food
I see from the current columns of the daily press that "Professor Plumb, of the University of Chicago, has just invented a highly concentrated form of food. All the essential nutritive elements are put together in the form of pellets, each of which contains from one to two hundred times as much nourishment as an ounce of an ordinary article of diet. These pellets, diluted with water, will form all that is necessary to support life. The professor looks forward confidently to revolutionizing the present food system."
Now this kind of thing may be all very well in its way, but it is going to have its drawbacks as well. In the bright future anticipated by Professor Plumb, we can easily imagine such incidents as the following:
The smiling family were gathered round the hospitable board. The table was plenteously laid with a soup-plate in front of each beaming child, a bucket of hot water before the radiant mother, and at the head of the board the ​Christmas dinner of the happy home, warmly covered by a thimble and resting on a poker chip. The expectant whispers of the little ones were hushed as the father, rising from his chair, lifted the thimble and disclosed a small pill of concentrated nourishment on the chip before him. Christmas turkey, cranberry sauce, plum pudding, mince pie—it was all there, all jammed into that little pill and only waiting to expand. Then the father with deep reverence, and a devout eye alternating between the pill and heaven, lifted his voice in a benediction.
At this moment there was an agonized cry from the mother.
"Oh, Henry, quick! Baby has snatched the pill!" It was too true. Dear little Gustavus Adolphus, the golden-haired baby boy, had grabbed the whole Christmas dinner off the poker chip and bolted it. Three hundred and fifty pounds of concentrated nourishment passed down the oesophagus of the unthinking child.
"Clap him on the back!" cried the distracted mother. "Give him water!"
The idea was fatal. The water striking the pill caused it to expand. There was a dull ​rumbling sound and then, with an awful bang, Gustavus Adolphus exploded into fragments!
And when they gathered the little corpse together, the baby lips were parted in a lingering smile that could only be worn by a child who had eaten thirteen Christmas dinners.
# Life And Letters Of Maria Edgeworth/Preface

In her later years Miss Edgeworth was often asked to write a biographical preface to her novels. She refused. "As a woman," she said, "my life, wholly domestic, can offer nothing of interest to the public." Incidents indeed, in that quiet happy home existence, there were none to narrate, nothing but the ordinary joys and sorrows which attend every human life. Yet the letters of one so clear-sighted and sagacious—one whom Macaulay considered to be the second woman of her age—are valuable, not only as a record of her times, and of many who were prominent figures in them: but from the picture they naturally give of a simple, honest, generous, high-minded character, filled from youth to age with love and goodwill to her fellow-creatures, and a desire for their highest good. An admirable collection of Miss Edgeworth's letters was printed after her death by her stepmother and lifelong friend, but only for private circulation. As all her generation has long since passed away, Mr. Edgeworth of Edgeworthstown now permits that these letters should be read beyond the limits of the family circle. An editor has had little more to do than to make a selection, and to write such a thread of biography as might unite the links of the chain.
AUGUSTUS J.C. HARE.
# Let us all be Unhappy on Sunday

This version is as it appears in Scottish Satirical Verse, an anthology edited by Edwin Morgan. Manchester Carcanet New Press, 1980. pp.105-6
Let us all be Unhappy on Sunday: A Lyric for Saturday Night
    We zealots, made up of stiff clay,
       The sour-looking children of sorrow,
    While not over-jolly today,
       Resolve to be wretched tomorrow.
    We can't for a certainty tell
       What mirth may molest us on Monday;
    But, at least, to begin the week well,
       Let us all be unhappy on Sunday.
    That day, the calm season of rest,
       Shall come to us freezing and frigid;
    A gloom all our thoughts shall invest,
       Such as Calvin would call over-rigid,
    With sermons from morning to night,
       We'll strive to be decent and dreary:
    To preachers a praise and delight,
       Who ne'er think that sermons can weary.
    All tradesmen cry up their own wares;
       In this they agree well together:
    The Mason by stone and lime swears;
       The Tanner is always for leather;
    The Smith still for iron would go;
       The Schoolmaster stands up for teaching;
    And the Parson would have you to know,
       There's nothing on earth like his preaching.
    The face of kind Nature is fair;
       But our system obscures its effulgence:
    How sweet is a breath of fresh air!
       But our rules don't allow the indulgence.
    These gardens, their walks and green bowers,
       Might be free to the poor man for one day;
    But no, the glad plants and gay flowers
       Mustn't bloom or smell sweetly on Sunday.
    What though a good precept we strain
       Till hateful and hurtful we make it!
    What though, in thus pulling the rein,
       We may draw it as tight as to break it!
    Abroad we forbid folks to roam,
       For fear they get social or frisky;
    But of course they can sit still at home,
       And get dismally drunk upon whisky.
    Then, though we can't certainly tell
       How mirth may molest us on Monday;
    At least, to begin the week well,
       Let us all be unhappy on Sunday.
# Letitia Elizabeth Landon (L. E. L.) in Fisher's Drawing Room Scrap Book, 1832/Benares

Varanesi
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* BENARES.
* Artist: W. Turner - Engraved by: W. Finden
BENARES.
City of idol temples, and of shrines, Where folly kneels to falsehood—how the pride Of our humanity is here rebuked! Man, that aspires to rule the very wind, And make the sea confess his majesty; Whose intellect can fill a little scroll With words that are immortal; who can build Cities, the mighty and the beautiful: Yet man, this glorious creature, can debase His spirit down, to worship wood and stone, And hold the very beasts which bear his yoke, And tremble at his eye, for sacred things. With what unutterable humility We should bow down, thou blessed Cross, to thee! Seeing our vanity and foolishness, When, to our own devices left, we frame A shameful creed of craft and cruelty.
Benares may be called the Rome of Hindostan, being the sacred city, the centre of the Hindoo religion. Bishop Heber states, that "no Europeans live in the town, nor are any of the streets wide enough to admit a wheel carriage." The streets are crowded with "the sacred bulls devoted to Seeva, tame and familiar as mastiffs, walking lazily up and down, and lying across them. Monkeys sacred to Hunooman, the divine ape who conquered Ceylon, are in some parts of the town equally numerous, clinging to all the roofs, and putting their heads or hands into every fruiterer's or confectioner's shop, and snatching the food from the children at their meals. Fakirs' houses occur at every turn, adorned with idols, and sending out an unceasing tinkling of vinas, bugals, and other discordant instruments: while religious mendicants, of every Hindoo sect, offering every conceivable deformity, which chalk, disease, matted locks, distorted limbs, and disgusting attitudes of penance, can shew, literally line the principal streets." "The houses are painted of a deep red, and covered with paintings, in gaudy colours, of flower-pots, men, women, bulls, elephants, gods and goddesses, in all their many-headed, many-handed, many-weaponed varieties." "The number of temples is very great, mostly small, and stand like shrines in the angles of the streets. Many of them are entirely covered over with beautiful and elaborate carvings of flowers, animals, and palm branches, equalling in minuteness and richness the best specimens I have seen of Gothic or Grecian architecture." Tavernier mentions a belief of the Brahmins, whence the classic allegory of the golden, silver, brazen, and iron ages originated. "This holy city," say they, "was originally built of gold, but, for the sins of mankind, it was successively degraded to stone, brick, and clay."
# Let me not mar that perfect Dream

Let me not mar that perfect Dream By an Auroral stain But so adjust my daily Night That it will come again.
Not when we know, the Power accosts — The Garment of Surprise Was all our timid Mother wore At Home — in Paradise.
# Let others—show this Surry's Grace—

Let others – show this Surry’s Grace – Myself – assist his Cross –
# Let her depart!

* Let her depart!, in Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine Volume 32, 1832.
* Let her depart, in National Lyrics, and Songs for Music, 1834.
# Let the Banner Proudly Wave

LET THE BANNER PROUDLY WAVE.
COMPOSED BY
DR. J. M$^c$C. SIMPSON,
Author of the "Emancipation Car," The Voice of "Colored Americans."
Тune, "Nearer To Our Hapру Нome."
Our glorious flag is floating Triumphantly at last; Our nation is exulting, The rebel's die is cast; Rebellion now is conquered, No more to lift its head, And best of all we now can sing, Old Slavery is dead.
Chorus—Let it wave, let it wave! Chorus—Let the banner proudly wave; Chorus—Let it wave, let it wave! Chorus—But never o'er a slave.
We are a happy nation, Because our country's free From war and desolation, And from bold tyranny. The tyrant's arm is broken, No more to hold a slave; This is the year of jubilee, So let our banner wave.
Chorus—Let it wave, &c.
We've stood and fought like demons Upon the battle field; Both slaves and Northern freemen Have faced the glowing steel— Our blood beneath this banner Has mingled with the whites, And 'neath its folds we now demand Our just and equal rights.
Chorus—Let it wave, &c.
The world has seen our valor, And nations now confess That man is not in color— In fashion nor in dress; In Charleston and old Richmond, In spite of Lee and Bragg, We drove the Rebs in wild dismay, And planted there our flag.
Chorus—Let it wave, &c.
Port Hudson and Fort Pillow, And Wagner's rugged crag, Where many a colored soldier Was murdered for this flag; And Petersburg—Oulusta— And Nashville, all can tell, Who were the boys that stood in front, And for this banner fell.
Chorus—Let it wave, &c.
We've fed the Union soldiers When fleeing from the foe; We've led them through the mountains Where white men dare not go; Our "hoecake" and our cabbage And pork we freely gave, That this old flag might be sustained— Now let it proudly wave.
Chorus—Let it wave, &c.
We've fought like men and brethren. And we defy the world To say we ever faltered, Beneath this flag unfurled; Our guns have broke our fetters, And justice now demands That we shall never more be slaves, With muskets in our hands.
Chorus—Let it wave, let it wave! Chorus—Let the banner proudly wave; Chorus—Let it wave, let it wave! ChorusBut never o'er a slave.
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# Let us Depart!

* Let us Depart!, in Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine Volume 31, 1832.
* Let us Depart, Scenes and Hymns of Life, with Other Religious Poems (Miscellaneous Poems), 1834.
# Lambert v. Yellowley

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United States Supreme Court
272 U.S. 581
Lambert v. Yellowley
Argued: April 30, 1926. --- Decided: Nov 29, 1926
National Prohibition Act, tit. 2, § 7 (Comp. St. § 10138 1/2 cc) limiting amount of spirituous liquor which may be prescribed by physician for internal use, as supplement by Act Nov. 23, 1921, § 2 (Comp. St. § 10138 1/2 aaa), held clearly adapted to promote purpose of Eighteenth Amendment and appropriate enforcement thereof.
Messrs. Joseph S. Auerbach, M. A. Schenck, and Charles H. Tuttle, all of New York City, for appellant.
[Argument of Counsel from pages 582-585 intentionally omitted]
The Attorney General and Mrs. Mabel Walker Willebrandt, Asst. Atty. Gen., for appellees.
[Argument of Counsel from page 586 intentionally omitted]
Mr. Justice BRANDEIS delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Lambert v. California

Lambert v. California, 355 U.S. 225 (1957), was a United States Supreme Court case regarding the acceptability of ignorance of the law as an excuse for a crime. The court held that in order to be punished, there must be a probability that the accused party had knowledge of the law before committing the crime. Warning: template has been deprecated.

## Dissenting Opinion

    Frankfurter
United States Supreme Court
355 U.S. 225
Lambert v. California
Argued: Oct. 16, 17, 1957. --- Decided: Dec 16, 1957
See 355 U.S. 937, 78 S.Ct. 410.
Mr. Samuel C. McMorris, Los Angeles, Cal., for the appellant.
Mr. Warren M. Christopher, Los Angeles, Cal., as amicus curiae.
Messrs. Philip E. Grey, Los Angeles, Cal., and Clarence, A. Linn, San Francisco, for the appellee.
Mr. Justice DOUGLAS delivered the opinion of the Court.

## Notes

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