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# The Bank of the United States v. Dandridge

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## Dissenting Opinion

    Marshall
United States Supreme Court
25 U.S. 64
The Bank of the United States v. Dandridge
Feb. 6th and 7th.
THIS cause was very elaborately argued by the Attorney General and Mr. Webster, for the plaintiffs, and by Mr. Tazewell, for the defendant. But as the arguments are very fully stated, and the authorities cited and commented on, in the opinions of the learned judges, it has not been thought necessary to insert them. Feb. 28th.
Mr. Justice STORY delivered the opinion of the Courts.

## Notes

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# The Bank of the United States v. Halstead

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United States Supreme Court
23 U.S. 51
The Bank of the United States v. Halstead
THIS cause was argued at the last term, by the same counsel with the preceding case of Wayman v. Southard, (ante p. 1.) and continued to the present term for advisement. Feb. 15th, 1825.
Mr. Justice THOMPSON delivered the opinion of the Court.

## Notes

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# The Bankruptcy of the American Labor Movement

No. 4 in the Labor Herald Labor Library
LABOR HERALD LIBRARY No. 4
PRICE 25 CENTS
page
Militants, Notice!
   Organize! Join the Trade Union Educational League. This is a system of informal committees throughout the entire union movement, organized to infuse the mass with revolutionary understanding and spirit. It is working for the closer affiliation and solidification of our existing craft unions until they have been developed into industrial unions. Believing that all workers should stand together regardless of their social or other opinions, it is opposed to the common policy of radical and progressive-minded workers quitting the trade unions and starting rival organizations based upon ideal principles. That policy is one of the chief reasons why the American labor movement is not further advanced. Its principal effects are to destroy all radical organization in the old unions and to leave the reactionaries in undisputed control.
   The Trade Union Educational League is in no sense a dual union, nor is it affiliated with any such organization. It is purely an educational body of militants within existing mass unions, who are seeking through the application of modern methods to bring the policies and structure of the labor movement into harmony with present day economic conditions. It bespeaks the active cooperation of all militant union workers. For further details apply to the
Trade Union Educational League
118 North La Salle Street, Chicago
* Chapter I: A State of Bankruptcy
* Chapter II: Cause of the Bankruptcy
* Chapter III: Ravages of Dual Unionism
* Chapter IV: New Realism vs. Old Utopianism
* Chapter V: The Trade Union Educational League
* Advertisements
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# The Bankruptcy of the American Labor Movement/Advertisements

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# The Bank of England and the State/Front matter

Manchester University Lectures. No. 2
The Bank of England and The State
Published by SHERRATT & HUGHES Publishers to the Victoria University of Manchester Manchester: 27 St. Ann Street London : 60 Chandos Street W.C.
Printed by BLADES, EAST & BLADES 23, Abchurch Lane, London, E.C.
# The Botany of the Antarctic Voyage/Plate CVI

Myzodendron brachystachyum D.C.
# The Botany of the Antarctic Voyage/Plate CV

Myzodendron brachystachyum D.C.
# The Botany of the Antarctic Voyage/Plate CX

Senecio Falklandica Hook. fil.
# The Botany of the Antarctic Voyage/Plate CVII

| Figs 1–6 | Myzodendron brachystachyum D.C. |
| Figs 7–10 | Myzodendron punctulatum B. & S. |
| Figs 11 & 12 | Fagus Forsteri Hook. |
# The Botany of the Antarctic Voyage/Plate CVII bis

| Figs 1–6 | Myzodendron punctulatum B. & S. |
| Figs 7–12 | Myzodendron brachystachyum D.C. |
# The Botany of the Antarctic Voyage/Plate CVII ter

| 1–2 | Myzodendron brachystachyum D.C. |
| 3–5 | Myzodendron linearifolium D.C. |
| 6–7 | Myzodendron quadrifolium D.C. |
| 8–12 | Myzodendron punctulatum B. & S. |
# The Calcutta Review/Series 1/Volume 6

* Number XI
* Number XII
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# The Calcutta Review/Series 3

The Calcutta Review is an Indian magazine in English founded in Calcutta in 1844. In 1921, it was acquired by the Calcutta University press, and thus, the 3rd Series began with its first volume in October of that year.

## Volumes

* Volume I (October–December 1921)
* Volume II (January–March 1922)
* Volume III (April–June 1921)
* Volume IV (July–September 1922)
* Volume V (October–December 1922)
* Volume VI (January–March 1923)
* Volume VII (April–June 1923)
* Volume VIII (July–September 1923)
* Volume IX (October–December 1923)
* Volume X (January–March 1924)
* Volume XI (April–June 1924)
* Volume XII (July–September 1924)
* Volume XIII (October–December 1924)
* Volume XIV (January–March 1925)
* Volume XV (April–June 1925)
* Volume XVI (July–September 1925) (transcription project)
* Volume XVII (October–December 1925)
* Volume XVIII (January–March 1926)
* Volume XIX (April–June 1926)
* Volume XX (July–September 1926)
* Volume XXI (October–December 1926)
* Volume XXII (January–March 1927)
* Volume XXIII (April–June 1927)
* Volume XXIV (July–September 1927)
* Volume XXV (October–December 1927)
* Volume XXVI (January–March 1928)
* Volume XXVII (April–June 1928)
* Volume XXVIII (July–September 1928)
* Volume XXIX (October–December 1928)
* Volume XXX (January–March 1929)
Volumes issued after 1928 may not be in the public domain.
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# The Calcutta Review/Series 1/Volume 51

* Number CI.
* Number CII.
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# The Calcutta Review/Series 1/Volume 52

* Number CIII.
* Number CIV.
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# The Calcutta Review/Series 1/Volume 5

* Number IX
* Number X
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# The Botany of the Antarctic Voyage/Plate XCVII

Saxifraga bicuspidata Hook. fil.
# The Botany of the Antarctic Voyage/Plate XCVIII

Azorella Ranunculus D'Urv.
# The Botany of the Antarctic Voyage/Plate XIII

Plate XIII
Fitch del et lith. prel lith Linn. imp.
Coprosma fœtidissima Forst.
# The Botany of the Antarctic Voyage/Plate XIV

Plate XIV
Fitch del et lith. prel lith Linn. imp.
Coprosma affinis Hook. fil.
# The Botany of the Antarctic Voyage/Plate XLI

Plate XLI
Fitch del et lith. prel lith. Linn. imp.
Veronica odora Hook. fil.
# The Botany of the Antarctic Voyage/Plate XLII

Plantago Aucklandica Hook. fil.
# The Botany of the Antarctic Voyage/Plate XLIII

Plantago carnosa Br.
# The Botany of the Antarctic Voyage/Plate XII

Plate XII
Fitch del et lith prel lith Linn. imp.
Panax simplex Forst.
# The Botany of the Antarctic Voyage/Plate XI

Plate XI
Fitch del et lith prel lith Linn imp.
Pozoa reniformis Hook. fil.
# The Botany of the Antarctic Voyage/Plate XIX

Plate XIX
Fitch del et lith. prel lith Linn. imp.
Leptinella lanata Hook. fil.
# The Beggar's Petition/The Beggar's Petition

The title page attributes this poem to a 'Dr. Percival', but it was written by Thomas Moss. It first appeared in his anonymously published Poems on Several Occasions (1767) (see Moss, Thomas)
THE
BEGGAR’S PETITION,
BY Dr. PERCIVAL.
WITH ADDITIONS
BY F. J. GUION,
TEACHER OF ELOCUTION.
I.
Bereav'd of friends, inheritance, and rest, An aged mortal, plaintive, begg’d his way; And spurn’d by grandeur, when he made request. Thus, at the door of worth was heard to say,
II.
“Pity the sorrows of a poor' old man, “Whose trembling limbs have borne him to your door, “Whose days are dwindled to the shortest span, “Oh! give relief, and Heaven will bless your store.
III.
“Those tatter’d clothes my poverty bespeak, “Those hoary locks proclaim my lengthen’d years; “And ev’ry furrow, in my grief-worn cheek “Has been the channel to a flood of tears!
IV.
“Yon house, erected on the rising ground, "With tempting aspect drew me from my road; “For plenty there a residence has found, “And grandeur a magnificent abode!
V.
“Hard is the fate of the infirm and poor! “There as I crav’d a morsel of their bread, “A pamper’d menial drove me from the door, “To seek a shelter in a humbler shed.
VI.
“Oh! take me to your hospitable dome: “Keen blows the wind, and piercing is the cold! “Short is my passage to the friendly tomb, “For I am poor and miserably old.
VII.
“Shou’d I reveal the sources of my grief, “If soft humanity e’er touch’d your breast, “Your hands wou’d not withhold the kind relief, “And tears of pity wou’d not be represt.
VIII.
“Heav’n sends misfortunes: why shou’d we repine? “’Tis Heaven has brought me to this state you see, “And your condition may me be soon like mine, “The child of sorrow and of misery!
IX.
“A little farm was my paternal lot, “Then like the lark, I sprightly hail’d the morn! “But, ah! oppression drove me from my cot, “My cattle dy’d, and blighted was my corn!
X.
“My daughter, once the comfort of my age, “Lur’d by a villain from her native home; “Is call abandon’d on the world’s wide stage, “And doom’d in scanty poverty to roam.
XI.
“My tender wife, sweet soother of my care, “Struck with sad anguish at the stern decree, “Fell, ling’ring fell, a victim to despair! “And left the world to wretchedness and me.
XII.
“Pity the sorrows of a poor old man, “Whose trembling limbs have borne him to your door, “Whose days are dwindled to the shortest span, “Oh! give relief, and Heav’n will bless your store.”
XIII.
“Enter, my aged friend!” reply’d the host. "Enter my humble mansion—child of wo! “No pompous grandeur does my table boast— “Such as I have, I freely will bestow—”
XIV.
With grateful tears, the suppliant bow’d his head, With steps enliven’d, trod the winding stair— The wholesome viands, hospitably spread, Chear’d his old heart, and soften’d all his care.
# The Beggar's Petition

THE
BEGGAR’S PETITION,
By Dr. PERCIVAL.
WITH ADDITIONS,
AND TWO ORIGINAL POEMS,
VIZ.
ABSENCE,
AND
THE COACH AND CART.
BY F. J. GUION.
GLASGOW: PRINTED FOR AND SOLD BY Brash & Reid.
* The Beggar's Petition
* "Hail! genial warmer of the human heart!"
* Absence
* Verses written in the high church yard, Glasgow, where the author now lies
* The Coach and Cart
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# The Beggar's Petition/Verses written in the high church yard, Glasgow, where the author now lies

The title page makes no mention of this piece; it is assumed to be the work of F. J. Guion
VERSES WRITTEN IN THE HIGH CHURCH
YARD, GLASGOW, WHERE THE AUTHOR
NOW LIES.
I.
Grieve not ye wife, though in this yard Some hundred thousands lie; The just inherit their reward, Are happiest when they die.
II.
When wicked men to graves descend No more they’ll plague mankind; On earth that life should never end Was ne’er by heaven design’d.
# The Beggar's Petition/"Hail! genial warmer of the human heart!"

These stanzas, attributed to 'F. J. Guion', are intended as an addition to Thomas Moss' The Beggar's Petition.
Hail! genial warmer of the human heart! Hail Hospitality! thou flame divine!— Whether at festive board thy bounties shine, Or to the wo-worn breast thou dost impart!
The weary traveller thy value knows, Sorrow is sooth’d—affliction too, made light: Through thee, misfortune’s cloud appeareth bright, And pining want, with grateful feeling glows!—
Thy mansion’s blest, in blessings to mankind— Bestowing thus, as Heav’n at first decreed— Thine all the pleasures of the godlike deed— Exalted, pure, congenial and refin’d!
Hail Hospitality! thou flame divine! The heart-felt joys of self-complacency are thine!
# The Beggar's Petition/Absence

ABSENCE
"———DESTROYS NOT ROOTED LOVE."
I.
Though nature in a thousand ways, Her beauties to mine eye displays— Yet ah! those charms are all in vain, I sigh to meet my love again.
II.
Though pleasure gay, with all her sports, My ev’ry sense with fancy courts;— Her strong allurements I disdain,— I sigh to meet my love again!
III.
Though friendship here is strongly shewn To ease my heart, my constant moan— Yet still I inwardly complain— I sigh to meet my love again.
IV.
Though beauty often may surprize, And for a moment catch my eyes ; It only helps t’ increase my pain— I sigh to meet my love again.
VII.
The tumbling torrents boiling roar. The winter-shrouded lifeless trees, The nipping frosts mildewing hoar. My sad desponding fancy please.
VIII.
Joy’s mortal bane, false womankind! For you on Avon’s banks I’ll mourn; Nor soothing solace hope to find. But in the silent peaceful urn.
# The Canterbury Tales of Geoffrey Chaucer/Prioress’ Tale/Prologue

The Prologue of the Prioress' Tale
Domine, dominus noster.
"O LORD, our lord," quoth she, "how marvelous is thy name spread in this large world, for not only is thy precious laud performed by men of dignity, but by the mouths of children thy goodness is celebrated, for sucking on the breast sometime they show thy praise. Wherefore, as I best can, in laud of thee and of the white lily-flower which bore thee and is alway a maid, I will do my diligence to tell a story, not that I may increase her honour, for she is herself honour and the root of goodness next to her son, and soul's redemption.
"O mother-maid! O maid-mother bounteous! O unburnt bush burning before Moses' eyes, that through thine humbleness didst draw down from the deity the Ghost that alighted in thee, of whose virtue, when he illumined thy heart, was conceived the father's sapience, help me to tell it in thine honour. Lady, thy magnificence, thy great humility, thy goodness and thy power, no tongue may express by any wisdom; for sometimes, ere men pray to thee, lady, thou goest before of thy graciousness, and through thy prayer gettest us the light to guide us unto thy dear son. O blessed queen, so weak is my cunning to declare thy worth, that I may not bear the weight ; but as a child of twelve months old that can scarcely express a word, even so fare I, and therefore I pray you guide my story that I shall tell of you."
Explicit.
Therewith he brought us out of Town..
# The Canterbury Tales of Geoffrey Chaucer/Words of the Host (2)

Words of the Host
The words of the Host to the Physician and the Pardoner.
OUR host gan swear as he were mad. "Harrow! by nails and by blood!" quoth he, "this was a false churl and a false justice! As shameful death as heart may conceive come upon these judges and their advocates. Natheless this poor maid is slain, alas! Too dear she bought her beauty! Wherefore I say that alway, as men may witness, the gifts of fortune or nature be cause of death to many a wight. Verily her beauty was her death. Alas! so pitifully as she was slain! Of both these gifts that I speak of, men have full oft more harm than profit. But truly, my own master dear, this is a piteous tale for to hearken to. But natheless, pass over, it is no matter. I pray to God save thy gentle corse, and thy Galens and eke thine Hippocrates, and every box full of thine electuary. God and our Lady bless them! Thou art a proper man, as I live, and like a prelate, by Saint Ronyan! Said I not well? I cannot speak in clerkly terms, but I wot well thou makest me so to grieve that I almost have caught a spasm about my heart. By Corpus bones! unless I have physic or a draught of musty and corny ale, or else hear anon a merry story, my heart is broken for pity of this maid. Thou bel amy, thou Pardoner, tell us straightway some mirth or jests."
"It shall be done!" quoth he, "by Saint Ronyan. But first here at this ale-stake," quoth he, "I will drink and eat of a loaf." ​But straightway these gentles gan exclaim, "Nay! let him tell us no ribaldry. Tell us some moral thing that we may learn some wisdom, and then we will gladly hear." "I agree, sure," quoth he, "but I must ponder on some virtuous thing—while I drink."
# The Canterbury Tales of Geoffrey Chaucer/Words of the Host

Words of the Host
Behold the merry words of the Host to the Shipman and to the Lady Prioress.
"WELL said," quoth our host, "by corpus dominus, now long may thou sail by these shores, sir gentle master, gentle mariner! God give this monk a thousand cartloads of bad years! Aha! beware, fellows, of such a trick! The Monk put an ape in the man's hood, and in his wife's eke, by Saint Austin! Take no more monks unto your hearth. But now pass we over and seek who of all this rout shall tell first another tale;" and with that word, as courteously as if he spake to a young maid, "My lady Prioress," quoth he, "by your leave, if so I wist I should not trouble you, I would deem that ye should tell a tale next, if so it were to your pleasure. Now will ye vouchsafe, my lady dear?" "Gladly," quoth she, and said as ye shall be told.
# The Bird of Time/Songs of Love and Death/The Bird of Time

The Bird of Time
O Bird of Time on your fruitful bough What are the songs you sing? . . . Songs of the glory and gladness of life, Of poignant sorrow and passionate strife, And the lilting joy of the spring; Of hope that sows for the years unborn, And faith that dreams of a tarrying morn, The fragrant peace of the twilight's breath, And the mystic silence that men call death.
O Bird of Time, say where did you learn The changing measures you sing? . . . In blowing forests and breaking tides, In the happy laughter of new-made brides,
And the nests of the new-born spring; In the dawn that thrills to a mother's prayer, And the night that shelters a heart's despair, In the sigh of pity, the sob of hate, And the pride of a soul that has conquered fate.
# The Bird of Time/Songs of the Springtime/Champak Blossoms

Champak Blossoms
Amber petals, ivory petals, Petals of carven jade, Charming with your ambrosial sweetness Forest and field and glade, Foredoomed in your hour of transient glory To shrivel and shrink and fade!
Tho' mango blossoms have long since vanished, And orange blossoms be shed, They live anew in the luscious harvests Of ripening yellow and red; But you, when your delicate bloom is over, Will reckon amongst the dead.
Only to girdle a girl's dark tresses Your fragrant hearts are uncurled: Only to garland the vernal breezes Your fragile stars are unfurled. You make no boast in your purposeless beauty To serve or profit the world.
Yet, 'tis of you thro' the moonlit ages That maidens and minstrels sing, And lay your buds on the great god's altar, O radiant blossoms that fling Your rich, voluptuous, magical perfume To ravish the winds of spring.
# The Bird of Time/Songs of Love and Death/In Remembrance—Violet Clarke

In Remembrance
Violet Clarke—died March 21, 1909
With eager knowledge of our ancient lore, And prescient love of all our ancient race, You came to us, with gentle hands that bore Bright gifts of genius, youth, and subtle grace,
Our shrines, our sacred streams, our sumptuous art, Old hills that scale the sky's unageing dome, Recalled some long-lost rapture to your heart, Some far-off memory of your spirit's home. •••••We said: "She comes, an exquisite, strange flower From the rich gardens of a northern king". . . But lo! our souls perceived you in that hour The very rose whereof our poets sing.
Who sped your beauty's seed across the sea, Bidding you burgeon in that alien clime? And what prophetic wind of destiny Restored you to us in your flowering time
For a brief season to delight and bless Our hearts with delicate splendour and perfume, Till Death usurped your vivid loveliness In wanton envy of its radiant bloom?
O frail, miraculous flower, tho' you are dead, The deathless fragrance of your spirit cleaves To the dear wreath whereon our tears are shed, Of your sweet wind-blown and love-garnered Leaves.
# The Bird of Time/Songs of Love and Death/Love and Death

Love and Death
I dreamed my love had set thy spirit free, Enfranchised thee from Fate's o'ermastering power, And girt thy being with a scatheless dower Of rich and joyous immortality; O Love, I dreamed my soul had ransomed thee, In thy lone, dread, incalculable hour From those pale hands at which all mortals cower, And conquered Death by Love, like Savitri. When I awoke, alas, my love was vain E'en to annul one throe of destined pain, Or by one heart-beat to prolong thy breath; O Love, alas, that love could not assuage The burden of thy human heritage, Or save thee from the swift decrees of Death.
# The Bird of Time/Songs of Love and Death/The Dance of Love

The Dance of Love Written for Madame Liza Lehmann
The music sighs and slumbers, It stirs and sleeps again . . . Hush, it wakes and weeps and murmurs Like a woman's heart in pain; Now it laughs and calls and coaxes, Like a lover in the night, Now it pants with sudden longing, Now it sobs with spent delight.
Like bright and wind-blown lilies, The dancers sway and shine, Swift in a rhythmic circle, Soft in a rhythmic line; Their lithe limbs gleam like amber
Thro' their veils of golden gauze, As they glide and bend and beckon, As they wheel and wind and pause.
The voices of lutes and cymbals Fail on the failing breeze, And the midnight's soul grows weary With the scent of the champak trees; But the subtle feet of the dancers In a long, returning chain, Wake in the heart of lovers Love's ecstasy and pain.
# The Bird of Time/Songs of the Springtime/A Song in Spring

A Song in Spring
Wild bees that rifle the mango blossom, Set free awhile from the love-god's string, Wild birds that sway in the citron branches, Drunk with the rich, red honey of spring,
Fireflies weaving aërial dances In fragile rhythms of flickering gold, What do you know in your blithe, brief season Of dreams deferred and a heart grown old?
But the wise winds know, as they pause to slacken The speed of their subtle, omniscient flight, Divining the magic of unblown lilies, Foretelling the stars of the unborn night.
They have followed the hurrying feet of pilgrims, Tracking swift prayers to their utmost goals, They have spied on Love's old and changeless secret, And the changing sorrow of human souls.
They have tarried with Death in her parleying-places, And issued the word of her high decree, Their wings have winnowed the garnered sunlight, Their lips have tasted the purple sea.