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# Northwestern Pacific Company v. Bobo

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United States Supreme Court
290 U.S. 499
Northwestern Pacific Company v. Bobo
Argued: Dec. 12, 1933. --- Decided: Jan 8, 1934
Mr. W. H. Orrick, of San Francisco, Cal., for petitioner.
Mr. Robert D. Duke, of San Francisco, Cal., for respondent.
Mr. Justice McREYNOLDS delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Northwestern Mutual Life Insurance v. McCue

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United States Supreme Court
223 U.S. 234
Northwestern Mutual Life Insurance v. McCue
Argued: December 20 and 21, 1911. --- Decided: February 19, 1912
Messrs. William H. White, William H. White, Jr., George H. Noyes, and John R. Dyer for petitioner.
[Argument of Counsel from page 235 intentionally omitted]
Messrs. Daniel Harmon, G. B. Sinclair, and H. W. Walsh for respondents.
[Argument of Counsel from pages 236-243 intentionally omitted]
Mr. Justice McKenna delivered the opinion of the court:

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# Northwestern Pacific Railroad Company v. Interstate Commerce Commission

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United States Supreme Court
379 U.S. 132
Northwestern Pacific Railroad Company v. Interstate Commerce Commission
See 379 U.S. 984, 85 S.Ct. 641.
Randolph Karr, for appellant.
Solicitor General Cox, Assistant Attorney General Orrick, Robert B. Hummel, Arthur J. Murphy, Jr., and Robert W. Ginnane, for appellees Interstate Commerce Commission and others.
J. Thomason Phelps, for appellees Public Utilities Commission of California and others.
Boris H. Lakusta, for appellees City of San Rafael and others.
Frederick G. Pfrommer, for appellee Atchison, Topeka and Santa Fe Railway Co.
PER CURIAM.

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# Northwestern National Life Insurance Company v. Riggs

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Northwestern National Life Insurance Co. v. Riggs, 203 U.S. 243 (1906), was an important United States Supreme Court case dealing with corporations conducting business and the power of individual states to regulate how corporations may conduct business. Warning: template has been deprecated.
United States Supreme Court
203 U.S. 243
Northwestern National Life Insurance Company v. Riggs
Argued: October 18, 1906. --- Decided: December 3, 1906
Messrs. Stephen S. Brown, W. A. Kerr, and John E. Dolman for plaintiff in error.
[Argument of Counsel from pages 243-245 intentionally omitted]
Messrs. Robert A. Hewitt, Jr., W. H. Haynes, Kendall B. Randolph, and W. M. Fitch for defendants in error.
[Argument of Counsel from pages 245-247 intentionally omitted]
Mr. Justice Harlan delivered the opinion of the court:

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# Omniana/Volume 2/Souls of Brutes

234. Souls of Brutes.
I have somewhere read of an odd ​hypothesis, or heresy, as it would be called, of Father Bougeant, who endeavoured to deduce from reason, and prove by scripture, that the spirits of brutes are devils sentenced to punishment in that shape; a doctrine which would admirably accord with the old belief in familiars. It might also afford considerable comfort to the epicures, who used to have their pigs whipt to death, and the gentlemen of the present day who amuse themselves with Welsh mains, riding against time, and other such worthy recreations, if it did not follow as a corollary, that they who make their own spirits evil in one state of existence must afford amusement and occupation in the next to such beadles and executioners of divine retribution as themselves.
The practice which the Tupinambas founded upon their theory of generation is a memorable proof that speculative ​follies of this kind may lead to dreadful consequences. Father Bougeant, perhaps, was not aware of this. I can easily imagine that he may have been a man of quick sensibility and lively imagination, who feeling a keen sympathy for the sufferings of domestic animals, took shelter in this hypothesis from the pain and indignation, and possibly from the momentary doubt or distrust of providence, which the contemplation of those sufferings excited. Gomez Pereira, from whom Descartes is said (I know not with what justice,) to have adopted the paradoxical opinion that animals are non-sentient, certainly had this feeling, and it led him to use a most curious argumentum ad hominem to his countrymen the Spaniards, asking them, how, ​
* ↑ History of Brazil, Vol. 1, p 213.
* ↑ Si bestiis datum esset sensationibus exterioribus at organicis interioribus nobiscum convenire, inhumanum, sævum ac crudele fieri ab hominibus passim concedendum esset. Quid enim atrocius quam veterina animalia sub gravibus oneribus et prolixis itineribus fessa, vapulis cædere, et ferro adeo crudeliter pungere, donec sanguis e vulneribus manet, ipsis non rarô gemitibus ac vocibus quibusdam (si ex nutibus eorum licet elicere animorum suorum affectus) miserationem petentibus? Ac ultra hanc immanitatem, quæ tantô atrocior, quantô frequentior habetur, crudelitatis apicem obtineret taurorum agitatorum tormentum, sudibus, ensibus, lapidibusque cæsis ipsis; nec in alium humanum usum, quam ut iis flagitiis humanus visus delectetur, quibus bestia vindictam mugitu supplex poscere videtur. Atque non tantum hominis pravus affectus culpandus offertur, dum hæc ita percipi à tauris, ut nutus corum indicant, creduntur, sed omnis benignitas naturæ aboletur et culpatur, quæ genuerit viventia illa, ac quamplurima alia, ut vitam adeô ærumnis et miseriis plenum agant. Antoniana Margarita, 21. Methymnæ Campi, 1554.
# Omniana/Volume 2/Seat of Courage

OMNIANA.
170. Seat of Courage.
In the last and fatal battle, when Arthur was mortally hurt, and all his knights perished, the old king Aguisans especially distinguished himself, et fist tant de proesse que tous sen esmerveillerent dont telle proesse venoit l'homme de son age, car ja estoit vieil et ancien: mais ce luy venoit du grant couraige que il avoit au ventre.
Lancelot du Lac, p. 3, ff. 157.
​Every body knows where the seat of honour is, and I have seen the pineal gland handed round upon a saucer at an anatomical lecture, as the seat of the soul:—"Seat of the soul, gentlemen; that is supposed to be the seat of the soul." But this is the first time I ever found it affirmed that the seat of courage is in the belly.
# Omniana/Volume 2/Sir Thomas Overbury

222. Sir Thomas Overbury.
The rare book from which the last extract is taken, contains a curious account of the manner in which Overbury was murdered. They poisoned him with aqua fortis, white arsenic, mercury, powder of diamonds, lapis costitus, great spiders, and cantharides, ​whatever was or was believed to be most deadly, "to be sure to hit his complexion." The murder was perpetrated with devilish perseverance. It appeared upon the trials that arsenic was always mixed with his salt; once he desired pig for dinner, and Mrs. Turner put into it lapis costitus; at another time he had two partridges sent him from the court, and water and onions being the sauce, Mrs. Turner put in cantharides instead of pepper, so that whatever he took was poisoned.
Overbury made his brags that he had won for Somerset the love of his Lady, by his letters and industry. . .To speak plainly, says Bacon in arraigning Somerset, Overbury had little that was solid for religion or moral virtue, but was wholly possest with ambition and vain glory,.. he was naught and corrupt,.. a man of unbounded and impudent spirit.
Mrs. Turner's execution affected the fashions.
​"Were there now, (says Michaell Sparke the stationer,) in these times such sentence and execution performed, as the then learned Lord Cook gave on that formentor of lust, Mistris Anne Turner, whose sentence was to be hang'd at Tiburn in her yellow Tiffiny Ruff and Cuffs, being she was the first inventer and wearer of that horrid garb; were there now in these daies the like upon such notorious black-spotted faces, naked hrests and backs, no doubt but that ugly fashion would soon there end in shame and detestation, which now is too vainly followed; for never since the execution of her in that yellow ruff and cuffs, there hanged with her, was ever any seen to wear the like."
Truth brought to Light.Epistle Dedicatory.
"Sir Jervas Yelvis also was executed in full dress, hee being arrayed in a black suit, and black jerkin with hanging sleeves (aptly worn on the occasion), ​having on his head a crimson sattin cap, laced from the top downward and round about, under that a while linnen night cap with a border, and over that a black hat with a broad rybon and ruffe-band, thick couched with a lace, and a pair of skie-coloured silk stockings, and a paire of three soaled shoes." Do. 150.
# Omniana/Volume 2/Rondelle

202. Rondelle.
In a challenge for a tournament recorded by Monstrellet, one of the conditions is, "that each person shall make provision of lances, but the rondelle which lies on the hands shall be only four fingers broad and no more." Mr. Johnes says he does not understand this. ​"In the original it is tondelle, altered by Du Cange to rondelle, which is translated by Cotgrave 'a small target,' but four fingers wide would be too insignificant for any defence."—What Cotgrave means is the roundel, or small shield which was borne before a general, . . a thing of ceremony, not of service. The roundel of the text is the guard of the tilting spear, which was shaped like a funnel.
This explanation will be found in Pineda's Spanish Dictionary, under the word Arandela. Minshen only interprets the word rebatoes, supporters for women's ruffs. I perceive by the Dictionary of the Portuguese Academy, that the word has this meaning also, and that the nozzle of a candlestick was formerly called by the same name. Arandalla is the Portugueze word. Some have supposed it to be originally Arabic, but it does not appear in Fr. Joam de Sousa's Vestigios da Lingua Arabica em Portu​gal. Pineda says it is thought to have been invented at Arundel in Sussex, and thence to have its name; this is a very unlikely guess. He calls it "a thing in the shape of a funnel fastened to the thick end of a lance to defend the man's hand." But whoever looks at the representation of a tilting lance will see that the stave itself is shaped like a funnel just at the part where it was held. Roundel seems to have been corrupted from this word by an obvious reference to the form of the thing denoted.
# Omniana/Volume 2/Sensibility

171. Sensibility.
In an obscure and short-lived periodical publication, which has long since been used off as "winding sheets for herrings and pilchards," I met with one paragraph, which deserves preservation, as connected with public evils in general, as well as more particularly with a subject noticed in the former volume. "There is observable among the many, a false and bastard sensibility, prompting them to remove those evils and those alone, which disturb their enjoyments by being ​present to their senses. Other miseries, though equally certain and far more terrible, they not only do not endeavour to remedy; they support them, they fatten on them. Provided the dunghill be not before their parlour-window, they are well content to know that it exists, and that it is the hot bed of their luxuries.
"To this grievous failing we must attribute the frequency of war, and the long continuance of the slave-trade. The merchant found no argument against it in his ledger; the citizen at the crowded feast was not nauseated by the filth of the slave vessel; the fine lady's nerves were not shattered by the shrieks. She could sip a beverage sweetened with the product of human blood, and worse than that, of human guilt, and weep the while over the refined sorrows of Werter or of Clementina. But sensibility is not benevolence. Nay,by making us tremblingly alive to trifling ​misfortunes, it frequently precludes it, and induces effeminate and cowardly selfishness. Our own sorrows, like the princes of Hell in Milton's Pandaemonium, sit enthroned "bulky and vast:" while the miseries of our fellow-creatures dwindle into pigmy forms, and are crowded, an innumerable multitude! into some dark corner of the heart. There is one criterion, by which we may always distinguish benevolence from mere sensibility. Benevolence impels to action, and is accompanied by self-denial."
# Omniana/Volume 2/Snails

197. Snails.
That Mæcenas of Cookery, Sir Kenelm Digby, who is remembered for so many odd things, was one of the persons who introduced the great shell snail into this ​country as a delicacy. He dispersed the breed about Gothurst, his seat, near Newport Pagnel: but the merit of first importing it is due to Charles Howard, of the Arundel family. The fashion seems to have taken, for that grateful and great master cook, Robert May, has left several receipts for dressing snails among the secrets of his fifty years experience.
Snails are still sold in Covent Garden as a remedy for consumptive people. I remember, when a child, having seen them pricked through the shell to obtain a liquor for this purpose, but the liquor was as inefficacious as the means to obtain it were cruel. They were at that time, I know, eaten by the men who worked at the glass-houses, probably from some notion of their restorative virtue.
Shell snails of every kind are rarely found in Cumberland; the large brown species I have never seen there. The snail is so slow a traveller that it will ​probably require many centuries before he makes the tour of the island.
# Omniana/Volume 2/Ship Bottoms preserved by charring

215. Ship Bottoms preserved by charring.
The Japanese preserve their ships from the worm (the teredo navalis) by charring them, . . a process which has also the advantage of preserving them from rotting.
# Omniana/Volume 2/Stone Ships

180. Stone Ships.
When the Duke of Burgundy beseiged Calais, in 1436, he invented the notable project of blocking up the harbour with stone-ships, and sunk six vessels filled with immense stones which were well worked together, and cramped with lead. The experiment failed for this reason, that the Duke had forgotten to take the tides into his calculation; so at low water the stone-ships were left dry, and the people of Calais, men and women alike, amused themselves with pulling them to pieces, and hauling away the wood for fuel, to the great astonishment, the historian adds, of the Duke and his Admirals.
Had this story found its way into the popular histories of England, this ​country would have been saved the disgrace of a similar folly, and the ninety thousand pounds which were wasted upon it. But it has been the fashion of modern historians to reject all the circumstances of history, and give only a caput mortuum of results. That a first lord of the admiralty should have read Monstrellet was not to be expected; but it might have been expected that he would have known what the rise of the tide is at Boulogne.
# Oriental Scenes, Dramatic Sketches and Tales/Stanzas written on the banks of the Ganges

STANZAS.
Upon the Ganges regal stream
 The suns bright splendours rest—
And gorgeously the noon-tide beam
 Reposes on its breast.
But in a small secluded nook
 Beyond the western sea,
There rippling glides a narrow brook
 That's dearer far to me.
The loory perches on my hand  Caressing to be fed— And spreads its wings at my command,
 And bends its purple head.
But where the robin—humble guest
 Comes flying from the tree,
Which bears its unpretending nest,
 Alas! I'd rather be.
The fire-fly flashes through the sky,
 A meteor swift and bright,
And all below, around, on high,
 Gleams with its emerald light:
Though glory tracks that shooting star,
 And bright its splendours shine,
The glowworm's lamp is dearer far
 To this sad heart of mine.
Throughout the summer year the flowers
 In all the flush of bloom,
Clust'ring around the forest bowers,
 Exhale their rich perfume;
The daisy and the primrose pale,
 Though scentless they may be,
That gem a far, far distant vale,
 Are much more prized by me.
The lotus opes its chalices
 Upon the tank's broad lake, Where India's stately palaces
 Their ample mirrors make;
But reckless of each tower and dome,
 The splendid and the grand— I languish for a cottage home  Within my native land.
# Oriental Scenes, Dramatic Sketches and Tales/Stanzas—Land of Romance

STANZAS.
Land of Romance!
 Fair and jocund France!
From thy green meads, and from thy sunny rills,
Thy laughing plains, and from thy vine-clad hills,
 Thy dark-eyed maids advance;
And while the pipe its gentle music trills
 They wreathe the graceful dance.
 Land of Romance!
 Fair and fertile France!
When music's voice o'er hill and dell and plain
Had ceased, the minstrel harp, the vocal strain,
 Waked from their long long trance—
The Troubadour's soft lay revived again
 By thy bright wave, Durance!
Land of the brave and free!
 Imperial Germany!
By thy grape-clustered rocks, thy lofty towers,
Thy fair broad rivers, and thy princely bowers,
 The warrior's minstrelsy
Resounds—and mid the fairest sweetest flowers
Up springs the laurel tree.
 Land of the brave and free!
 Imperial Germany!
Deep in the bosom of thy dark pine woods,
Thy mountain mines, and o'er thy angry floods,
 Wild as the revelry:
Of winds and waves, dwell the unhallowed broods
Of dreaming phantasy.
Land of melody!  Tuneful Italy!
To thy enchanting balmy vales belong
The spirit and the soul of melting song;
 They breathe, they dwell with thee—
Floating thy bowery myrtle groves among,
 Echoes of long past poesy.
 Land of melody!
 Tuneful Italy!
Each ruined palace and each classic shrine,
Filled with man's works, yet more than half divine,
 Swells the rapt heart with extasy. The sculptor's work, the painter's bold design
 Were both inspired by thee.
Fancy's bright domain!
 Chivalric Spain!
Thy broad sierras, and thy olive glades,
The gentle music of thy serenades,
 Thy fierce and martial train—
Thy midnight masquings, and thy falchion blades
 Bring knighthood's days again.
 Fancy's bright domain!
 Chivalric Spain!
From thy last words, the wanderer hears afar The tinkling of the fond and wild guitar,
 And lovers to the moon complain;
But at the first shrill trump of war,
 Each breaks his silken chain.
# Oriental Scenes, Dramatic Sketches and Tales/Stanzas—The greenwood—the greenwood

STANZAS.
The greenwood! the greenwood!
How pleasant it would be
To build a little mossy hut
Beneath the forest tree
To climb each green and grassy knoll,
To pierce each leafy haunt,
And listen with delighted ears
To every wild bird's chaunt.
The greenwood! the greenwood!
How bright the sunbeams gleam,
Chequered by many a waving bough Upon the dancing stream.
And there the dainty harebells grow,
There roams the vagrant bee,
And every gale that stirs the trees were
Makes thrilling melody.
The greenwood! the greenwood!
How balmy is the air,
How sweet the morning breeze that fans
The roebuck in his lair.
Oh! would that from these hated walls
I too might roam as free,
And tread the turf with steps as light
And heart as full of glee.
The greenwood! the greenwood!
How bright the dew-drops shine,
How gracefully the ivy wreaths
Around the old oaks twine.
Take all the feasts and festivals
This darksome city yields—
Give me the shade of forest bowers,
The sun-light of the fields.
# Oriental Scenes, Dramatic Sketches and Tales/Genevieve

GENEVIEVE.
Bright as the summer's golden beam
 Thy smiles were wont to be,
And placid as the rosy dream
 Of careless infancy.
Then why that drooping downcast eye,
 And wherefore dost thou grieve;
Why art thou struggling with a sigh
 My pretty Genevieve?
So young, so lovely, and so blest,
 What evil canst thou fear—
What thought disturbs thy guileless breast—
 Why swells the starting tear?
Say, dost thou weep that there is woe
 Thy tears may not relieve,
And do they for another flow,
 My gentle Genevieve?
Oh! clear thy darkling brow again,
 And let the radiance shine,
Like sun-beams chasing April rain,
 In those sweet eyes of thine.
I swear to thee, and thou wilt still
 The fond, fond vow believe,
To guard thee from each earthly ill,
 My precious Genevieve!
# Oriental Scenes, Dramatic Sketches and Tales/Life's Changes

LIFE'S CHANGES.
Mid gay and crowded festivals,
In many a fair and glittering scene,
I tread those bright and gilded halls
Wherein thy feet so oft have been.
Familiar are the names to me
Which my new friends and flatterers bear,
Each sound comes linked with thoughts of thee;
But thou art———where?
The busy throng which thou hast known
In days gone by approach me now,
And every word and every tone
Reminds me of thy plighted vow. They name thee not, but fancy brings
Thy voice upon the passing air,
Thy form is borne upon her wings;
But thou art———where?
The wreath which, when my humble song
Was breathed to careless ears in vain,
Thou fondly said'st should soon belong
To my unprized unvalued strain,
Is twined for me—upon my brow
In many a knot and cluster fair
Its blooming buds and blossoms glow;
And thou art———where?
Not thine the lips that whisper praise,
Not thine the bright and beaming eye
Turning on mine its ardent gaze,
Not thine the hope, not thine the sigh.
Another breathes a tender tale,
Another hovers round my chair,
Another trusts he may prevail,
For thou art———where?
I know not if my once loved name
Now first before the world avowed,
As one who hopes her lay may claim
The homage of the busy crowd,
Though published wide, has reached thine ear,
Reviving thoughts which love will share— I know not if it still be dear; For thou art———where?
# Oriental Scenes, Dramatic Sketches and Tales/Night on the Ganges

NIGHT ON THE GANGES.
How calm, how lovely is the soft repose
 Of nature sleeping in the summer night;
How sweet, how lullingly the current flows
 Beneath the stream of melted chrysolite,
Where Ganges spreads its floods,—reflecting o'er
 Its silvery surface, with those countless stars
The ingot gems of Heaven's cerulean floor,
 Mosques, groves, and cliffs, and pinnacled minars.
The air is fresh, and yet the evening breeze
 Has died away; so hushed, 'tis scarcely heard
To breathe amid the clustering lemon trees,
 Whose snowy blossoms, by its faint sighs stirred,
Give out their perfume; and the bulbul's notes
 Awake the echoes of the balmy clime;
While from yon marble-domed pagoda floats
 The music of its bell's soft, silvery chime.
Mildly, yet with resplendent beauty, shines
 The scene around, although the stars alone,
From the bright treasures of their gleaming mines
 A tender radiance o'er the earth have thrown.
Oh! far more lovely are those gentle rays
 With their undazzling lustre, than the beam
The sun pours down in his meridian blaze,
 Lighting with diamond pomp the sparkling stream.
Each tint its vivid colouring receives:
 There is the glossy peepul—the bamboo
Flings down its rich redundancy of leaves,
 And trailing plants their wandering course pursue,
In hues as bright as if the sun revealed
 The mantling foliage of the woody glade;
Nor is yon lone sequestered hut concealed
 Sleeping within the green hill's deepest shade.
With snowy vases crowned, the lily springs
 In queen-like beauty by the river's brink;
And o'er the wave the broad-leaved lotus flings
 Its roseate flowers in many a knotted link.
Oh! when the sultry sun has sunk to rest,
 When evening's soft and tender shadows rise,
How sweet the scene upon the river's breast,
 Beneath the starlight of these tropic skies!