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# Literary Lapses/A Study in Still Life: The Country Hotel

A Study in Still Life.—The Country Hotel
The country hotel stands on the sunny side of Main Street. It has three entrances.
There is one in front which leads into the Bar. There is one at the side called the Ladies' Entrance which leads into the Bar from the side. There is also the Main Entrance which leads into the Bar through the Rotunda.
The Rotunda is the space between the door of the bar-room and the cigar-case.
In it is a desk and a book. In the book are written down the names of the guests, together with marks indicating the direction of the wind and the height of the barometer. It is here that the newly arrived guest waits until he has time to open the door leading to the Bar.
The bar-room forms the largest part of the hotel. It constitutes the hotel proper. To it are attached a series of bedrooms on the floor above, many of which contain beds.
​The walls of the bar-room are perforated in all directions with trap-doors. Through one of these drinks are passed into the back sitting-room. Through others drinks are passed into the passages. Drinks are also passed through the floor and through the ceiling. Drinks once passed never return. The Proprietor stands in the doorway of the bar. He weighs two hundred pounds. His face is immovable as putty. He is drunk. He has been drunk for twelve years. It makes no difference to him. Behind the bar stands the Bar-tender. He wears wicker-sleeves, his hair is curled in a hook, and his name is Charlie.
Attached to the bar is a pneumatic beer-pump, by means of which the bar-tender can flood the bar with beer. Afterwards he wipes up the beer with a rag. By this means he polishes the bar. Some of the beer that is pumped up spills into glasses and has to be sold. Behind the bar-tender is a mechanism called a cash-register, which, on being struck a powerful blow, rings a bell, sticks up a card marked No Sale, and opens a till from which the bar-tender distributes money.
There is printed a tariff of drinks and prices on the wall.
​It reads thus:
All calculations are made on this basis and are worked out to three places of decimals. Every seventh drink is on the house and is not followed by a distribution of money.
The bar-room closes at midnight, provided there are enough people in it. If there is not a quorum the proprietor waits for a better chance. A careful closing of the bar will often catch as many as twenty-five people. The bar is not opened again till seven o'clock in the morning; after that the people may go home. There are also, nowadays, Local Option Hotels. These contain only one entrance, leading directly into the bar.
# Literary Lapses/A Christmas Letter

A Christmas Letter
(In answer to a young lady who has sent an invitation to be present at a children’s party)
Madamoiselle,
Allow me very gratefully but firmly to refuse your kind invitation. You doubtless mean well; but your ideas are unhappily mistaken.
Let us understand one another once and for all. I cannot at my mature age participate in the sports of children with such abandon as I could wish. I entertain, and have always entertained, the sincerest regard for such games as Hunt-the-Slipper and Blind-Man’s Buff. But I have now reached a time of life, when, to have my eyes blindfolded and to have a powerful boy of ten hit me in the back with a hobby-horse and ask me to guess who hit me, provokes me to a fit of retaliation which could only culminate in reckless criminality. Nor can I cover my shoulders with a drawing-room rug and crawl round on my hands and knees under the pretence that I am a bear without a sense of personal insufficiency, which is painful to me.
Neither can I look on with a complacent ​eye at the sad spectacle of your young clerical friend, the Reverend Mr. Uttermost Farthing, abandoning himself to such gambols and appearing in the role of life and soul of the evening. Such a degradation of his holy calling grieves me, and I cannot but suspect him of ulterior motives.
You inform me that your maiden aunt intends to help you to entertain the party. I have not, as you know, the honour of your aunt’s acquaintance, yet I think I may with reason surmise that she will organize games—guessing games—in which she will ask me to name a river in Asia beginning with a Z; on my failure to do so she will put a hot plate down my neck as a forfeit, and the children will clap their hands. These games, my dear young friend, involve the use of a more adaptable intellect than mine, and I cannot consent to be a party to them.
May I say in conclusion that I do not consider a five-cent pen-wiper from the top branch of a Xmas tree any adequate compensation for the kind of evening you propose.
I have the honour To subscribe myself, Your obedient servant.
# Letting Children be Children/Introduction

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​Introduction
   "There is a need for such a huge cultural shift away from consumerism that I feel powerless as an individual to act."
   Parent, Call for Evidence response
​Background
The origins of this Review lie in the commitments made to deal with the commercialisation and sexualisation of childhood by both the Conservative and Liberal Democrat parties in their 2010 Election Manifestos, which became a commitment of the Coalition Agreement:
HM Government, 2010
Who we involved
This Review has taken as its starting point the recent assessment led by Professor David Buckingham, the reviews led by Professor Tanya Byron and by Dr Linda Papadopoulos and an update by Professor Ann Phoenix commissioned for this Review (Phoenix, 2011). However, it also addresses the issue from the perspective of parents. We have had a huge response to the Review from parents and members of the public, and have heard from a large number of businesses and charities (Figure 1)
Figure 1 Contributors to this review
* Nearly 1000 parents completed our online Call for Evidence
* Another 1,025 parents of 5-16 year olds and 520 children and young people aged 7-16 took part in a face to face nationally representative omnibus survey.
* 70 parents took part in qualitative research, including interviews and focus groups.
* 522 children and young people took part in a survey organised by the Office for the Children’s Commissioner for England and Amplify, their Children and Young People advisory Group.
* Facilitated by the National Children’s Bureau, the Children and Youth Board of the Department for Education held a session to discuss the Review, and submitted their conclusions to Reg Bailey.
* 120 organisations and businesses provided written submissions to our Call for Evidence.
* Over 40 organisations and experts had individual meetings with Reg Bailey.
* Numerous members of the public rang, e-mailed and wrote to the team to share their views.
The themes
Theme 1—the ‘wallpaper’ of children’s lives
Theme 2–clothing products and services for children
Theme 3 – children as consumers
Theme 4 – making parents' voices heard
What is our answer?
What next?
# Letting Children be Children/Conclusion

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​Conclusion
Parents themselves have the primary responsibility for helping their children to grow up safely and healthily and at a pace that is right for the individual child. Children need their parents to help them navigate the world around them and to give them appropriate values as well as drawing reasonable boundaries that help minimise actual harm. But parents also want and expect businesses to support them in this. They want the commercial world to act responsibly towards children through, for example, helping to provide a family—friendly public space. Parents also want to be able to raise concerns when they think things are going wrong, to feel confident that they will be taken seriously, and that businesses will
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# Letting Children be Children/End matter

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# Letting Children be Children/Annex D

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​Annex D
Organisations that responded to the Call for Evidence
Advisory Group Abbeywood Tots Day Nursery Advertising Association Advertising Standards Authority All walks beyond the catwalk Anti-bullying Alliance Any-Body.org 'Amplify'–the Children's Commissioner for England's Children and Young People's Advisory Group Arnold Middle School Association of News Retailing Association of Teachers and Lecturers Barnardo's BBC Beat Beatbullying Bedfordshire Scouts Bristol Fawcett British Board of Film Classiﬁcation British Council of Shopping Centres British Heart Foundation British Humanist Society British Psychological Society British Retail Consortium Broadheath Primary School Brook Campaign for Body Confidence CRE Catholic Education Service for England and Wales Central Bedfordshire Council Centre for Gender and Violence Research University of Bristol Channel 4 Channel 5 Broadcasting Ltd Chapel Break Infants Childnet International Children in Scotland Children's Commissioner for England Children's Radio Church of Scotland Guild Consumer Focus Dialdruglink Dubit Durham University Educare Educare Small School Education Consultant End Violence Against Women Coalition Family and Parenting Institute Family Education Trust FPA George at Asda Girlguiding UK Gorse Ride Junior School ​Health Visitor, Leicestershire Homecall UK Imkaan Incorporated Society of British Advertisers (IBSA) Kent County Council Kids Industries Kings Norton Parochial Church Council Lucy Faithfull Foundation Mayor of London Media Smart Microsoft Mothers' Union National Board of Catholic Women National Council of Women National Schools Partnership NHS Bristol Nickelodeon UK Nottinghamshire Domestic Violence Forum NSPCC OBJECT (endorsed by 15 other organisations) Perthshire Rape Crisis Pinkstinks Platform 51 Play Wales Portman Group RadioCentre Safermedia Deirdre Saunders
Savana School's Out Scottish TUC Scottish Women's Convention Sex Education Forum Sheffield Hallam University South Essex Rape and Incest Crisis Centre Stirling Women's Aid Teen Boundaries UK Templemoor Infant School The Front Page Campaign The King's School The nia project
Trent CE Primary School TUC UK Council for Child Internet Safety Evidence Group UKTV Women's Aid Women's Support Project YWCA Scotland
# Lincoln County v. Luning

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United States Supreme Court
133 U.S. 529
Lincoln County v. Luning
H. F. Bartine, for plaintiff in error.
A. C. Freeman, for defendant in error.
BREWER, J.

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# Lincoln Federal Labor Union No. 19129 v. Northwestern Iron & Metal Company Whitaker

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United States Supreme Court
335 U.S. 525
Lincoln Federal Labor Union No. 19129 v. Northwestern Iron & Metal Company Whitaker
Argued: Nov. 8, 9, 10, 1948. --- Decided: Jan 3, 1949
Appeals from the Supreme Courts of the States of Nebraska and North carolina.
Mr. Herbert S. Thatcher, of Washington, D.C., for appellants Lincoln Federal Labor Union No. 19129 et al.
Mr. George Pennell, of Asheville, N.C., for appellants Whitaker and others.
Mr. Irving Hill, of Beverly Hills, Cal., for appellee Northwestern Iron & Metal Co.
Mr. Edson Smith, of Omaha, Neb., for appellee Nebraska Small Business Men's Assn.
Mr. Robert A. Nelson, of Lincoln, Neb., for appellee, State of Nebraska.
Mr. Ralph Moody, of Raleigh, N.C., for appellee State of North Carolina.
[Argument of Counsel from page 526 intentionally omitted]
Mr. Justice BLACK delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Lincoln's Suspension of Habeas Corpus as Viewed by Congress

* Introduction
* Chapter I
* Chapter II
* Chapter III
* Chapter IV
* Chapter V
# Lincoln Engineering Company of Illinois v. Stewart-Warner Corporation

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United States Supreme Court
303 U.S. 545
Lincoln Engineering Company of Illinois v. Stewart-Warner Corporation
Argued: March 10, 1938. --- Decided: March 28, 1938
Messrs. Leonard L. Kalish, of Philadelphia, Pa., Delos G. Haynes and Lloyd R. Koenig, both of St. Louis, Mo., for petitioner.
Mr. Lynn A. Williams, of Chicago, Ill., for respondent.
Mr. Justice ROBERTS, delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Landon in The New Monthly 1836/Song 2

II.
A mouth that is itself a rose,
 And scatters roses too;
An eye that borrows from the sky
 Its sunshine and its blue;
A laugh, an echo from the song
 The lark at morning sings;
A voice — but that has sadder tones,
 And tells of tenderer things;
Auburn is her long dark hair
 With a golden shine:
Must I tell you more to know
 This true love of mine?
I might say she is so kind,
 Faithful, fond—but no! My sweet maiden's hidden heart
 None but I may know.
# Landon in The New Monthly 1836/Song 4

IV.
As steals the dew along the flower,
 So stole thy smile on me;
I cannot tell the day, nor hour
 I first loved thee!
But now in every scene and clime,
 In change of grief or glee,
I only measure from the time
 I first loved thee!
I only think,—when fast and fair
 My good ship cuts the sea,—
I leave the lovely island where
 I first loved thee!
The wide world has one only spot
 Where I would wish to be;
Where, all the rest of life forgot,
 I first loved thee!
# Landon in The New Monthly 1836/Calypso Watching

18
The New Monthly Magazine, Volume 48, Pages 20 to 25
(20)
SUBJECTS FOR PICTURES.
BY L. E. L.
I. Calypso watching the Ocean.
Years, years have pass'd away,
Since to yonder fated bay
Did the Hero come.
Years, years, have pass'd the while
Since he left the lovely isle
For his Grecian home.
He is with the dead—but She
Weepeth on eternally  In the lone and lovely island
 Mid the far off southern seas.
Downwards floateth her bright hair,
Fair—how exquisitely fair!
But it is unbound.
Never since that parting hour
Golden band or rosy flower
In it has been wound;
There it droopeth sadly bright, In the morning's sunny light,
 On the lone and lovely island
 In the far off southern seas.
Like a marble statue placed,
Looking o'er the watery waste,
With its white fixed gaze;
There the Goddess sits, her eye
Raised to the unpitying sky:
So uncounted days
Has she asked of yonder main,
Him it will not bring again
 To the lone and lovely island
 In the far off southern seas.
To that stately brow is given,
Loveliness that sprung from heaven—
Is, like heaven, bright:
Never there may time prevail,
But her perfect face is pale;
And a troubled light
Tells of one who may not die,
Vex'd with immortality
 In the lone and lovely island
 Mid the far off southern seas.
Desolate beside that strand,
Bow'd upon her cold, white hand, Is her radiant head;
Silently she sitteth there,
While her large eyes on the air
Traced the much-loved dead:
Eyes that know not tears nor sleep,
Would she not be glad to weep,
 In the lone and lovely island
 Mid the far off southern seas.
Far behind the fragrant pile,
Sends its odours through the isle;
And the winds that stir
In the poplars are imbued
With the cedar's precious wood,
With incense and with myrrh,
Till the azure waves beneath
Bear away the scented breath
 Of the lone and lovely island
 In the far off southern seas.
But no more does that perfume
Hang around the purple loom
Where Calypso wove
Threads of gold with curious skill,
Singing at her own sweet will
Ancient songs of love;
Weary on the sea-wash'd shore,
She will sing those songs no more
 In the lone and lovely island
 Mid the far off southern seas.
From the large green leaves escape
Clusters of the blooming grape;
Round the shining throne
Still the silver fountains play,
Singing on through night and day,
But they sing alone:
Lovely in their early death,
No one binds a violet wreath,  In the lone and lovely island
 Mid the far off southern seas.
Love and Fate—oh, fearful pair!
Terrible in strength ye are;
Until ye had been,
Happy as a summer night,
Conscious of its own sweet light,
Was that Island-queen.
Would she could forget to grieve,
Or that she could die and leave
 The lone and lovely island
 Mid the far off southern seas.
She is but the type of all,
Mortal or celestial,
Who allow the heart,
In its passion and its power,
On some dark and fated hour,
To assert its part.
Fate attends the steps of Love,—
Both brought misery from above
 To the lone and lovely island
 Mid the far off southern seas.
# Landon in The New Monthly 1836/Song 1

9
The New Monthly Magazine, Volume 47, Pages 29 to 30
SONGS BY L. E. L.
I.
I loved her! and her azure eyes
Haunted me from sweet sunrise
To the dewy evening's close,
Dyeing rosier the rose.
Yet I said, 'tis best to be
Free—and I again was free.
But I changed—and auburn hair
Seem'd to float upon the air;
Till I thought the orange-flower
Breathed of nothing but her bower.
Yet I said, 'tis best to be
Free—and I again was free.
Next I loved a Moorish maid,
And her cheek of moonlit shade;
Pale and languid, left my sleep
Not a shade but her's to keep.
Yet I said, 'tis best to be
Free—and I again was free.
But there came a lovelier one;
She undid all they had done:
I loved—I love her—ah, how well!
Language has no power to tell.
Now the wonder is to me
How I ever lived while free?
# Landon in The New Monthly 1836/Moorish Maiden

III.
The Moorish Maiden's Vigil.
Does she watch him, fondly watch him,
 Does the maiden watch in vain?
Do her dark eyes strain to catch him
 Riding o'er the moonlit plain,
Stately, beautiful, and tall? Those long eyelashes are gleaming
 With the tears she will not shed;
Still her patient hope is dreaming
 That it is his courser's tread,
If an olive leaf but fall.
Woe for thee, my poor Zorayda,
By the fountain's side;
Better, than this weary watching,
Better thou hadst died.
Scarlet is the turban folded
 Round the long black plaits of hair;
And the pliant gold is moulded
 Round her arms that are as fair
As the moonlight which they meet.
Little of their former splendour
 Lingereth in her large dark eyes;
Ever sorrow maketh tender,
 And the heart's deep passion lies
In their look so sad and sweet.
Woe for thee, my poor Zorayda,
By the fountain's side;
Better, than this weary watching,
Better thou hadst died.
Once the buds of the pomegranate
 Paled beside her cheek's warm dye,
Now 'tis like the last sad planet
 Waning in the morning sky—
She has wept away its red.
Can this be the Zegri maiden,
 Whom Granada named its flower,
Drooping like a rose rain-laden?—
 Heavy must have been the shower,
Bowing down its fragrant head.
Woe for thee, my poor Zorayda,
By the fountain's side;
Better, than this weary watching, Better thou hadst died.
To the north her fancies wander,
 There he dwells, her Spanish knight;
’Tis a dreadful thing to ponder,
 Whether true love heard aright.
Did he say those gentle things
Over which fond memories linger,
 And with which she cannot part?
Still his ring is on her finger,
 Still his name is in her heart—
All around his image brings.
Woe for thee, my poor Zorayda,
By the fountain's side;
Better, than this weary watching,
Better thou hadst died.
Can the fond heart be forsaken
 By the one who sought that heart?
Can there be who will awaken
 All of life's diviner part,
For some vanity's cold reign.
Heavy is the lot of woman—
 Heavy is her loving lot—
If it thus must share in common
 Love with those who know it not—
With the careless and the vain.
Woe for thee, my poor Zorayda,
By the fountain's side;
Better, than this weary watching,
Better thou hadst died.
Faithless Christian!—ere the blossom,
 Hanging on the myrtle bough,
Float on the clear fountain's bosom,
 She who listened to thy vow—
She will watch for thee no more!
'Tis a tale of frequent sorrow
 Love seems fated to renew;
It will be again to-morrow
 Just as bitter and as true,
As it aye has been of yore. Woe to thee, my poor Zorayda,
By the fountain's wave;
But the shade of rest is round thee—
And it is the grave!
# Landon in The New Monthly 1836/Petrarch’s Dream

I.
Petrarch's Dream.
Rosy as a waking bride
By her royal lover's side,
Flows the Sorgia's haunted tide
 Through the laurel grove,—
Through the grove which Petrarch gave,
All that can escape the grave—
 Fame, and song, and love.
He had left a feverish bed
For the wild flowers at his head,
And the dews the green leaves shed
 O'er his charmed sleep:
From his hand had dropp'd the scroll
To which Virgil left his soul
 Through long years to keep.
Passion on that cheek had wrought,
Its own paleness had it brought;
Passion marks the lines of thought:
 We must feel to think.
Care and toil had flung their shade
Over that bright head, now laid
 By the river's brink.
Youth that, like a fever, burns;
Struggle, scorning what it earns;
Knowledge, loathing as it learns;
 Worn and wasted heart!
And a song whose secrets are
In its innermost despair;—
 Such the poet's part!
But what rises to efface
Time's dark shadows from that face?
Doth the heart its image trace
 In the morning dream?
Yes; it is its light that shines
Far amid the dusky pines,
 By the Sorgia's stream.
Flowers up-springing, bright and sweet,
At the pressure of their feet,
As the summer came to greet
 Each white waving hand.
Round them kindles the dark air;
Golden with their golden hair,
 Glide a lovely band.
Spirits, starry Spirits, they,
That attend the radiant day,
When the freed soul burst the clay
 Of its prison wall:
Distant visions they appear;
For we only dream of, here,
 Things etherial.
But one glideth gently nigh,
Human love within her eye,—
Love that is too true to die,—
 That is heaven's own.
Let the angel's first look dwell
Where the mortal loved so well,
 Ere yet life was flown.
To that angel-look was given
All that ever yet from heaven
Purified the earthly leaven
 Of a beating heart.
She hath breathed of hope and love,
As they warm the world above;—
 She must now depart.
Aye, I say that love hath power
On the spirit's dying hour,
Sharing its immortal dower,
 Mastering its doom:
For that fair and mystic dream
By the Sorgia's hallowed stream,
 Kindled from the tomb.