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# Rudyard Kipling's Verse, Inclusive Edition, 1885-1918/The Song of the Lathes

THE SONG OF THE LATHES
1918
(Being the words of the tune hummed at her lathe by Mrs. L.Embsay, widow.)
The fans and the beltings they roar round me.
The power is shaking the floor round me
Till the lathes pick up their duty and the midnight-shift takes over.
It is good for me to be here!
​Guns in Flanders—Flanders guns! (I had a man that worked 'em once!) Shells for guns in Flanders , Flanders! Shells for guns in Flanders, Flanders! Shells for guns in Flanders! Feed the guns!
The cranes and the carriers they boom over me, The bays and the galleries they loom over me, With their quarter-mile of pillars growing little in the distance— It is good for me to be here!
The Zeppelins and Gothas they raid over us. Our lights give warning, and fade over us. (Seven thousand women keeping quiet in the darkness!) Oh, it's good for me to be here!
The roofs and the buildings they grow round me, Eating up the fields I used to know round me; And the shed that I began in is a sub-inspector's office— So long have I been here!
I've seen six hundred mornings make our lamps grow dim, Through the bit that isn't painted round our sky-light rim, And the sunshine through the window slope according to the seasons, Twice since I've been here.
The trains on the sidings they call to us With the hundred thousand blanks that they haul to us; And we send 'em what we've finished, and they take it where it's wanted, For that is why we are here!
​Man's hate passes as his love will pass. God made woman what she always was. Them that bear the burden they will never grant forgiveness So long as they are here!
Once I was a woman, but that's by with me. All I loved and looked for, it must die with me; But the Lord has left me over for a servant of the Judgment, And I serve His Judgments here!
Guns in Flanders—Flanders guns! (I had a son that worked 'em once!) Shells for guns in Flanders, Flanders! Shells for guns in Flanders, Flanders! Shells for guns in Flanders! Feed the guns!
# Rudyard Kipling's Verse, Inclusive Edition, 1885-1918/The Spies' March

THE SPIES' MARCH
1913
("The outbreak is in full swing and our death-rate would sicken Napoleon.... Dr. M—— died last week, and C—— on Monday, but some more medicines are coming.... We don't seem to be able to check it at all.... Villages panicking badly.... In some places not a living soul.... But at any rate the experience gained may come in useful, so I am keeping my notes written up to date in case of accidents.... Death is queer chap to live with for steady company."—Extract from a private letter from Manchuria.)
THERE are no leaders to lead us to honour, and yet without leaders we sally, Each man reporting for duty alone, out of sight, out of reach, of his fellow. There are no bugles to call the battalions, and yet without bugle we rally From the ends of the earth to the ends of the earth, to follow the Standard of Yellow! Fall in! O fall in! O fall in!
Not where the squadrons mass, Not where the bayonets shine, Not where the big shell shout as they pass Over the firing-line; Not where the wounded are, Not where the nations die, Killed in the cleanly game of war— That is no place for a spy! O Princes, Thrones and Powers, your work is less than ours— Here is no place for a spy!
Trained to another use, We march with colours furled, Only concerned when Death breaks loose On a front of half a world. ​Only for General Death The Yellow Flag may fly, While we take post beneath— That is the place for a spy. Where Plague has spread his pinions over Nations and Dominions— Then will be work for a spy!
The dropping shots begin, The single funerals pass, Our skirmishers run in, The corpses dot the grass! The howling towns stampede, The tainted hamlets die. Now it is war indeed— Now there is room for a spy! O Peoples, Kings and Lands, we are waiting your commands— What is the work for a spy? (Drums)—Fear is upon us, spy!
"Go where his pickets hide— Unmask the shape they take, Whether a gnat from the waterside, Or a stinging fly in the brake, Or filth of the crowded street, Or a sick rat limping by, Or a smear of spittle dried in the heat— That is the work of a spy! (Drums)—Death is upon us, spy!
"What does he next prepare? Whence will he move to attack?— By water, earth or air?— How can we head him back? ​Shall we starve him out if we burn Or bury his food-supply? Slip through his lines and learn— That is work for a spy! (Drums)—Get to your business, spy!
"Does he feint or strike in force? Will he charge or ambuscade? What is it checks his course? Is he beaten or only delayed? How long will the lull endure? Is he retreating? Why? Crawl to his camp and make sure— That is the work for a spy! (Drums)—Fetch us our answer, spy!
"Ride with him girth to girth Wherever the Pale Horse wheels Wait on his councils, ear to earth, And say what the dust reveals. For the smoke of our torment rolls Where the burning thousands lie; What do we care for men's bodies or souls? Bring us deliverance, spy!"
# Rudyard Kipling's Verse, Inclusive Edition, 1885-1918/The Rowers

The Rowers
1902
(When Germany proposed that England should help her in a naval demonstration to collect debts from Venezuela.)
The banked oars fell an hundred strong, And backed and threshed and ground, But bitter was the rowers' song As they brought the war-boat round.
They had no heart for the rally and roar That makes the whale-bath smoke— When the great blades cleave and hold and leave As one on the racing stroke.
​They sang:—'What reckoning do you keep, And steer her by what star, If we come unscathed from the Southern deep To be wrecked on a Baltic bar?
"Last night you' swore our voyage was done, But seaward still we go. And you tell us now of a secret vow You have made with an open foe!
"That we must lie off a lightless coast And haul and back and veer, At the will of the breed that have wronged us most For a year and a year and a year!
"There was never a shame in Christendie They laid not to our door— And you say we must take the winter sea And sail with them once more?
"Look South! The gale is scarce o'erpast That stripped and laid us down, When we stood forth but they stood fast And prayed to see us drown.
"Our dead they mocked are scarcely cold, Our wounds are bleeding yet— And you tell us now that our strength is sold To help them press for a debt!
"'Neath all the flags of all mankind That use upon the seas, Was there no other fleet to find That you strike hands with these?
​"Of evil times that men can choose On evil fate to fall, What brooding Judgment let you loose To pick the worst of all?
"In sight of peace—from the Narrow Seas O'er half the world to run— With a cheated crew, to league anew With the Goth and the shameless Hun!"
# Rudyard Kipling's Verse, Inclusive Edition, 1885-1918/The Rupaiyat of Omar Kal'vin

THE RUPAIYAT OF OMAR KAL'VIN
[Allowing for the difference 'twixt prose and rhymed exaggeration, this ought to reproduce the sense of what Sir A—— told the nation some time ago, when the Government struck from our incomes two per cent.]
NOW the New Year, reviving last Year's Debt, The Thoughtful Fisher casteth wide his Net; So I with begging Dish and ready Tongue Assail all Men for all that I can get.
Imports indeed are gone with all their Dues— Lo! Salt a Lever that I dare not use, Nor may I ask the Tillers in Bengal— Surely my Kith and Kin will not refuse
Pay—and I promise by the Dust of Spring, Retrenchment. If my promises can bring Comfort, Ye have Them now a thousand-fold— By Allah! I will promise Anything!
Indeed, indeed, Retrenchment oft before I swore—but did I mean it when I swore? And then, and then, We wandered to the Hills, And so the Little Less became Much More.
Whether a Boileaugunge or Babylon, I know not how the wretched Thing is done, The Items of Receipt grow surely small; The Items of Expense mount one by one.
I cannot help it. What have I to do With One and Five, or Four, or Three, or Two? Let Scribes spit Blood and Sulphur as they please, Or Statesmen call me foolish—Heed not you.
​Behold, I promise—Anything You will. Behold, I greet you with an empty Till— Ah! Fellow-Sinners, of your Charity Seek not the Reason of the Dearth but fill.
For if I sinned and fell, where lies the Gain Of Knowledge? Would it ease you of your Pain To know the tangled Threads of Revenue, I ravel deeper in a hopeless Skein?
"Who hath not Prudence"—what was it I said, Of Her who paints her Eyes and tires Her Head, And jibes and mocks the People in the Street, And fawns upon them for Her thriftless Bread?
Accursed is She of Eve's daughters—She Hath cast off Prudence, and Her End shall be Destruction. . . . Brethren, of your Bounty grant Some portion of your daily Bread to Me!
# Rudyard Kipling's Verse, Inclusive Edition, 1885-1918/The Roman Centurion's Song

THE ROMAN CENTURION'S SONG
(Roman Occupation of Britain, A.D. 300)
# Rudyard Kipling's Verse, Inclusive Edition, 1885-1918/The Question

The Question
1916
Brethren, how shall it fare with me When the war is laid aside, If it be proven that I am he For whom a world has died?
If it be proven that all my good, And the greater good I will make, Were purchased me by a multitude Who suffered for my sake?
That I was delivered by mere mankind Vowed to one sacrifice, And not, as I hold them, battle-blind, But dying with open eyes?
That they did not ask me to draw the sword When they stood to endure their lot— That they only looked to me for a word, And I answered I knew them not?
If it be found, when the battle clears, Their death has set me free, Then how shall I live with myself through the years Which they have bought for me?
​Brethren, how must it fare with me, Or how am I justified, If it be proven that I am he For whom mankind has died— If it be proven that I am he Who, being questioned, denied?
# Rudyard Kipling's Verse, Inclusive Edition, 1885-1918/The River's Tale

SONGS FROM ENGLISH HISTORY
THE RIVER'S TALE
(Prehistoric)
# Six Months at the White House/XXI

XXI.
Judge Bates, the Attorney-General, was one day very severe upon the modern ideal school of ​art, as applied to historic characters and events. He instanced in sculpture, Greenough's "Washington," in the Capitol grounds, which, he said, was a very good illustration of the heathen idea of Jupiter Tonans, but was the farthest possible remove from any American's conception of the Father of his Country. Powell's painting in the Rotunda, "De Soto discovering the Mississippi," and Mills's equestrian statue of Jackson, in front of the President's House, shared in his sarcastic condemnation. He quoted from an old English poet—Creech, I think he said—with much unction:—
"Genius and talent," said he, on another occasion, "are rarely found combined in one individual." I requested his definition of the distinction. "Genius," he replied, "conceives; talent executes."
Referring to Mr. Lincoln's never-failing fund of anecdote, he remarked, "The character of the President's mind is such that his thought habitually takes on this form of illustration, by which the point he wishes to enforce is invariably brought home with a strength and clearness impossible in hours of abstract argument. Mr. Lincoln," he added, "comes very near being a perfect man, according to my ideal of manhood. He lacks but one thing." Looking up from my palette, I asked, ​musingly, if this was official dignity as President. "No," replied Judge Bates, "that is of little consequence. His deficiency is in the element of will. I have sometimes told him, for instance, that he was unfit to be intrusted with the pardoning power. Why, if a man comes to him with a touching story, his judgment is almost certain to be affected by it. Should the applicant be a woman, a wife, a mother, or a sister,—in nine cases out of ten, her tears, if nothing else, are sure to prevail."
# Six Months at the White House/XXIX

XXIX.
It seems necessary at this point that an explanation should be given of a leading article which appeared in the New York "Independent," upon the withdrawal of Mr. Chase from the political canvass of 1864, widely copied by the country press, in which it was stated that the concluding paragraph of the proclamation was from the pen of Secretary Chase. One of Mr. Lincoln's intimate friends, who felt that there was an impropriety in this publication, ​at that time, for which Mr. Chase was in some degree responsible, went to see the President about it. "Oh," said Mr. Lincoln, with his characteristic simplicity and freedom from all suspicion, "Mr. Chase had nothing to do with it; I think I mentioned the circumstance to Mr. Tilton, myself."
The facts in the case are these: While the measure was pending, Mr. Chase submitted to the President a draft of a proclamation embodying his views upon the subject, which closed with the appropriate and solemn words referred to: "And upon this act, sincerely believed to be an act of justice warranted by the Constitution, I invoke the considerate judgment of mankind and the gracious favor of Almighty God!"
Mr. Lincoln adopted this sentence intact, excepting that he inserted after the word "Constitution" the words "upon military necessity."
# Six Months at the White House/XXVII

XXVII.
There was one marked element of Mr. Lincoln's character admirably expressed by the Hon. Mr. Colfax, in his oration at Chicago upon his death: "When his judgment, which acted slowly, but which was almost as immovable as the eternal hills when settled, was grasping some subject of importance, the arguments against his own desires seemed uppermost in his mind, and, in conversing upon it, he would present those arguments to see if they could be rebutted."
In illustration of this, it is only necessary to recall the fact that the interview between himself and the Chicago delegation of clergymen, appointed to urge upon him the issue of a proclamation of emancipation, took place September 13, 1862, more than a month after he had declared to the Cabinet his established purpose to take this step. He said to this committee: "I do not want to issue a document that the whole world will see must necessarily be inoperative, like the Pope's bull against the comet!" After drawing out their views upon the subject, he concluded the interview with these memorable words:—
"Do not misunderstand me, because I have mentioned these objections. They indicate the difficulties which have thus far prevented my action in some such way as you desire. I have not decided against a proclamation of liberty to the slaves, but ​hold the matter under advisement. And I can assure you that the subject is on my mind, by day and night, more than any other. Whatever shall appear to be God's will, I will do! I trust that, in the freedom with which I have canvassed your views, I have not in any respect injured your feelings."
In further evidence of this peculiarity of his mind, I will state that notwithstanding his apparent hesitation in the appointment of a successor to Judge Taney, it is well known to his most intimate friends, that "there had never been a time during his Presidency, when, in the event of the death of Judge Taney, he had not fully intended and expected to nominate Salmon P. Chase for Chief Justice." These were his very words uttered in connection with this subject.
# Six Months at the White House/XVIII

XVIII.
General Grant reached Washington, after his nomination to the Lieutenant-Generalship, the evening of March 8th, 1864. His reception at Willard's Hotel, unaccompanied by staff or escort, was an event never to be forgotten by those who witnessed it. Later in the evening he attended the Presidential levee, entering the reception-room unannounced. He was recognized and welcomed by the President with the utmost cordiality, and the distinguished stranger was soon nearly overwhelmed by the pressure of the crowd upon him. Secretary Seward at length mounting a sofa, pulled the modest hero up by his side, where he stood for some time, bowing his acknowledgments to the tumultuous assemblage. He subsequently remarked that this was "his warmest campaign during the war."
The next day at one o'clock. he was formally ​presented by the President with his commission as Lieutenant-General. The ceremony took place in the presence of the Cabinet, the Hon. Mr. Lovejoy, and several officers of the army, and was very brief and simple, as became the character of each of the illustrious chief actors.
On the day following General Grant visited the Army of the Potomac, and upon his return to Washington he made preparations to leave immediately for the West. At the close of a consultation with the President and Secretary of War, he was informed that Mrs. Lincoln expected his presence the same evening at a military dinner she proposed to give in his honor. The General at once responded that it would be impossible for him to remain over,—he "must be in Tennessee at a given time." "But we can't excuse you," returned the President. "It would be the play of 'Hamlet' with Hamlet left out, over again. Twelve distinguished officers, now in the city, have been invited to meet you." "I appreciate fully the honor Mrs. Lincoln would do me," replied the General, hesitatingly, knocking the ashes off the end of his cigar; "but—time is very precious just now—and—really, Mr. President, I believe I have had enough of the ' show ' business!"
The dinner was given; the twelve officers did full justice to it; but it is needless to add, the Lieutenant-General was not one of the number.
# Six Months at the White House/XXV

XXV.
Dr. Holland, in his "Life of Abraham Lincoln," I regret to observe, has thought it worth while to notice the reports, which in one way and another have obtained circulation, that the President habit​ually indulged, in ordinary conversation, in a class of objectionable stories. The biographer, it is true, attempts to palliate this, on the ground that it was no innate love of impurity which prompted such relations, but a keen relish for wit, in any form, the lack of refining influences in early life, and his experience as a lawyer, which necessarily induced professional familiarity with the foulest phases of human nature. The fault is a common one with many men of otherwise unblemished reputation, and cannot be too severely reprehended. The sooner, however, such things can be forgotten, of neighbor, friend, or President, the better. Weaknesses and blemishes are inseparable from common humanity in the present stage of its development; and though, like the spots on the sun, they may serve to inspire in us a feeling of kindred,—let the orb once set, never again to rise on the world, and he who should remember the trifling defects in the universal loss would certainly be considered, if not captious, at least a most inopportune critic.
Mr. Lincoln, I am convinced, has been greatly wronged in this respect. Every foul-mouthed man in the country gave currency to the slime and filth of his own imagination by attributing it to the President. It is but simple justice to his memory that I should state, that during the entire period of my stay in Washington, after witnessing his intercourse with nearly all classes of men, embracing governors, senators, members of Congress, officers ​of the army, and intimate friends, I cannot recollect to have heard him relate a circumstance to any one of them, which would have been out of place uttered in a ladies' drawing-room. And this testimony is not unsupported by that of others, well entitled to consideration. Dr. Stone, his family physician, came in one day to see my studies. Sitting in front of that of the President,—with whom he did not sympathize politically,—he remarked, with much feeling, "It is the province of a physician to probe deeply the interior lives of men; and I affirm that Mr. Lincoln is the purest hearted man with whom I ever came in contact." Secretary Seward, who of the Cabinet officers was probably most intimate with the President, expressed the same sentiment in still stronger language. He once said to the Rev. Dr. Bellows: "Mr. Lincoln is the best man I ever knew!"
# Shake-speares Sonnets, Never before Imprinted/Sonnet 1

Shake-speares, SONNETS.
# Second Military Tribunal Against Omar Khadr

Omar Khadr is the 4th child in the Canadian Khadr family. He has been imprisoned in the Guantanamo Bay detention camps since he was captured at the age of 15 following a 2002 firefight between American troops and militants in Afghanistan.Warning: template has been deprecated.
* Order stating that the Court lacks Jurisdiction, June 4, 2007
* Prosecution's Appeal of the Jurisdiction Order
* United States of America v. Omar Ahmed Khadr (2007)/Motion for Emergency Relief, July 11, 2007
* United States of America v. Omar Ahmed Khadr (2007)/Motion to Admit Foreign Attorneys, July 11, 2007
* United States of America v. Omar Ahmed Khadr (2007)/Motion to Waive Specific Requirements in Rule 8(A) for Foreign Attorneys, July 11, 2007
* United States of America v. Omar Ahmed Khadr (2007)/Motion to Attach, July 11, 2007
* United States of America v. Omar Ahmed Khadr (2007)/Protection of Identities of Witnesses, October 15, 2007
* USA v. Khadr - Defense Motion - For Dismissal Due to Lack of Jurisdiction Under the MCA in Regard to Juvenile Crimes of a Child Soldier (January 18, 2008)
* CMCR rules email exchange, June 28th through July 9th 2007
* EMail Exchange Drafting Rules for the CMCR, June 6th 2007
* Counsel visit email exchange -- June 14th 2007
* OC-1 CITF witness report
# Second National Bank of Cincinnati Ohio v. First National Bank of Okeana Ohio

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United States Supreme Court
242 U.S. 600
Second National Bank of Cincinnati Ohio v. First National Bank of Okeana Ohio
Argued: January 25, 1917. --- Decided: February 5, 1917
Messrs. Landon L. Forchheimer and Ferdinand Jelke, Jr., for plaintiff in error.
Mr. Edward P. Moulinier for defendant in error.
Memorandum opinion by Mr. Justice Day:

## Notes

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