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ATTAINDER is:... Here's the clearest and MOST ACCURATE definition found to date; In Wallach v. Van RiswickItalic text, 92 U.S. 202, 211 (1875) attainder has been simply and clearly defined: “It was in Lord Lovel's Case, Plowd. 488, where it was said by Harper, Justice, 'The act [of attainder] is no more than an instrument of conveyance, when by it the possessions of one man are transferred over to another.'

ATTAINDER IS MORE THAN JUST 'real" PROPERTY BEING STOLEN AGAINST YOUR NATURAL RIGHTS, AS YOUR CHILDREN ARE "POSSESSIONS" OF YOURS! AND FAR MORE PRECIOUS THAN ANY PROPERTY RIGHTS YOU HAVE!

“ On 10 Dec. both houses petitioned the king [Henry VII] to fulfil his promise to marry the Princess Elizabeth, which he accordingly did on 18 Jan. 1486. In March he left London without his queen on a progress through the eastern counties to York, where he was received with acclamations ; but he was warned of danger on the road, and was nearly captured in York itself by a conspiracy of Lord Lovell and Humphrey and Thomas Stafford''', who since the battle of Bosworth had lived in sanctuary at Colchester. Lord Lovell escaped to Lancashire, Humphrey Stafford was hanged at Tyburn, and his younger brother Thomas was pardoned. [ …] “He[nry VII] arrived in London 8 Nov. 1487, and was received like a conqueror. Parliament met on the 9th, and the queen was crowned on the 25th with great splendour at Westminster. This parliament, besides taking measures for the repression of crime and punishment of rebellion, may almost be said to have instituted the court of Starchamber.” Dictionary of National BiographyItalic text, edited by Sir Leslie Stephen, Sir Sidney Lee, Vol. 26, p. 71-72, Smith, Elder, & co., (1891)

This definition in Lord Lovel's case is the clearest of all that makes crystal sense in British law, and is markedly equal in understanding, to some degree, level, or extent to what was also further possible to occur in the British legal complexity of legal understanding of the laws, which invariably automatically attached the ‘corruption of blood’Italic text once the stain, blot, attaint, attainder, was applied to any man to whom was made “automatically” “found” to exist “guilty,” made final in completion of action in any agency of government wielding such abusive power, the sentence attached prevented any progeny in the “family-tree” down-line (descendants) or ancestors in the family-tree” up-line (ascendants/ancestors) from inherited the “corrupted” real property, due to the possibility of themselves, in their own persons,"becoming made" and "conveyed" into existing as actual physical “possessions” and due to counting the children, servants and slaves of the “attainted” victim of attainder, all other living “possessions” human were “controverted” into “chattels”Italic text as kingdom “slaves,” therefore, once “controverted” into a "chattel" the existed on two category classes: (1) “real” property and (2) “personal” “property,” and "if"  such notion was selected or elected as a cruel and unusual punishment excessive by the government, Parliament, King's Bench, Privy Council, for a tortured life of  as an  abused “possession” of the crown to dispense as seen fit to prejudices applied by individuals in control of governmental flowing power from Parliament or the flowing power extending or "stretching" the Royal Prerogative of the monarch, whether it be King (such as Henry VII, VIII, King James I, Edward III, etc.)or even Queen (such as Mary, Elizabeth I, Anne I, etc.) each ruling as from the “Throne of God," and any and every person as a poor person surviving the one "attainted" could become an empty and poor heir "legally" transformed from a free person into a 'personal possession' as a slave or Sir William Blackstone's definition of Personal "chattel."

“Forfeiture” was frequently another "legal" jargon or terminology word of the British period used and exchanged synonymously with the regular understanding of the very nature in the actual practice and use of the word “attainder” in British law and special customs of executed “legal practice”, as the eloquent Judge William Blackstone cautiously described (not to spoil his chartered liberties granted him to compose the CommentariesItalic text ) “chattel”   as property “real” or property (of possessions) “personal” in his Commentaries on the Laws of England, Book II: THE RIGHTS OF THINGS, Chapter 32: ALIENATION BY SPECIAL CUSTOMItalic text, explained more at length  in Chapter 24: OF THINGS PERSONALItalic text

Trials, or absolute absence thereof, did not change or alter what the instrument of attainder in any way, nor does it as legislated obscurely into such an state act of attainder passed. The actual trials by bill of attainder were not always a trial before the legislature as suggested in plain error by the mistaken and heavily divided Supreme Court in U.S. v. Brown, 381 U.S. 437 (1965) Id. at 332, or in Nixon v. Administrator of General Services, 433 US 425, 471, footnote 32 (1977); citing Lovett''.

NIXON WAS LIED TO by the U.S. Supreme Court AND SO WERE WE, AND STILL MORE SO TODAY!

Clearly, Sir Walter Raleigh's attainder trial in 1603 was never before a court of Parliament (legislature) showing our U.S. Supreme Court in error and avoiding the true issue of attainder deliberately. Not always were attainders executed by legislated Parliamentary laws either. Compare: Raleigh, biography by Edmund Gosse, M.A., Lecturer at Trinity College Cambridge p. 143-157(1886).(a Google Online Book)Footnote 1

To aid the better overall comprehension in studying, especially to know how rights are protected by our common law in our U.S. Constitution, ignored by the U.S. Supreme Court with that crap notion of only a trial being had by legislature like Parliament, read these interesting tidbits and discover the lies and misbehavior at the federal bench.

QUICK STUDY AIDS: United States v. Lee, Kaufman v. Lee, 106 U.S. 196, 220 (1882)(actual corruption of blood following actual attainder); The American Journal of Legal History, CERTIORARI AND POLICY MAKING IN ENGLISH HISTORY, Jerome J. Hanus Vol. 12 no.2 p.81-94 Temple University (1968)(ONLINE); Judge (Sir) William Blackstone’s '''Commentaries on the Laws of England, Vol. I.-IV. (1765-69''')(ONLINE); More than chattel: Black women and slavery in the Americas, David Barry Gaspar, Darlene Clark Hine (1996) edited (ISBN 0253330173 ) Indiana University Press  (Bloomington); Chattel slavery and wage slavery: The Anglo-American context, 1830-1860, Marcus Cunliffe, (1979) (ISBN 0820304719 ) University of Georgia Press  (Athens)

Footnote 1 “The jury was well packed with adverse names. The precept is signed by Raleigh's old and bitter enemy, Lord Howard of Bindon, now Earl of Suffolk. The trial, probably on account of the terror caused by the ravages of the plague, was adjourned for nearly two months, which Raleigh spent in the Tower. Almost the only remnant of all his great wealth which was not by this time forfeited, was his cluster of estates at Sherborne. He attempted to tie these up to his son, and his brother, Adrian Gilbert, and Cecil appears to have been a friend to Lady Raleigh in this matter. It was so generally taken for granted that Raleigh would be condemned, that no mock modesty prevented the King's Scotch favourites from asking for his estates. In October Cecil informed Sir James Elphinstone that he was at least the twelfth person who had already applied for the[Pg 144] gift of Sherborne. Fortunately Raleigh, as late as the summer of 1602, had desired the judge, Sir John Doddridge, to draw up a conveyance of Sherborne to his son, and then to his brother, with a rent-charge of 200l. a year for life to Lady Raleigh. For the present Cecil firmly refused to allow anyone to tamper with this conveyance, and Sherborne was the raft upon which the Raleighs sailed through the worst tempest of the trial. Cecil undoubtedly retained a certain tenderness towards his old friend Lady Raleigh, and for her sake, rather than her husband's, he extended a sort of protection to them in their misfortune. She appealed to him in touching language to 'pity the name of your ancient friend on his poor little creature, which may live to honour you, that we may all lift up our hands and hearts in prayer for you and yours. If you truly knew, you would pity your poor unfortunate friend, which relieth wholly on your honourable and wonted favour.' Cecil listened, and almost relented. “p. 143-144 On November 5, Sir W. Waad was instructed to bring Raleigh out of the Tower, and prepare him for his trial. As has been said, the plague was in London, and the prisoner was therefore taken down to Winchester, to be tried in Wolvesey Castle. So terrible was the popular hatred of Raleigh, that the conveyance of him was attended with difficulty, and had to be constantly delayed. 'It was hob or nob whether he should have been brought alive through such multitudes of unruly people as did exclaim against him;' and to escape Lynch law a whole week had to be given to the transit. 'The fury and tumult of the people[Pg 146] was so great' that Waad had to set watches, and hasten his prisoner by a stage at a time, when the mob was not expecting him. The wretched people seemed to forget all about the plague for the moment, so eager were they to tear Raleigh to pieces. When he had reached Winchester, it was thought well to wait five days more, to give the popular fury time to quiet down a little. A Court of King's Bench was fitted up in the castle, an old Episcopal palace, not well suited for that purpose. “On Thursday, November 17, 1603, Raleigh's trial began. In the centre of the upper part of the court, under a canopy of brocade, sat the Lord Chief Justice of England, Popham, and on either side of him, as special commissioners, Cecil, Waad, the Earls of Suffolk and Devonshire, with the judges, Anderson, Gawdy, and Warburton, and other persons of distinction. Opposite Popham sat the Attorney-General, Sir Edward Coke, who conducted the trial. It was actually opened, however, by Hale, the Serjeant, who attempted, as soon as Raleigh had pleaded 'not guilty' to the indictment, to raise an unseemly laugh by saying that Lady Arabella 'hath no more title to the Crown than I have, which, before God, I utterly renounce.' Raleigh was noticed to smile at this, and we can imagine that his irony would be roused by such buffoonery on an occasion so serious. There was no more jesting of this kind, but the whole trial has remained a type of what was uncouth and undesirable in the conduct of criminal trials through the beginning of the seventeenth century. The nation so rapidly increased in sensitiveness and in a perception of legal decency, that one of the very judges who con[Pg 147]ducted Raleigh's trial, Gawdy, lived to look back upon it with horror, and to say, when he himself lay upon his death-bed, that such a mode of procedure 'injured and degraded the justice of England.' When Hale had ceased his fooling, Coke began in earnest. He was a man a little older than Raleigh, and of a conceited and violent nature, owing not a little of his exaggerated reputation to the dread that he inspired. He was never more rude and brutal than in his treatment of Sir Walter Raleigh upon this famous occasion, and even in a court packed with enemies, in which the proud poet and navigator might glance round without meeting one look more friendly than that in the cold eyes of Cecil, the needless insolence of Coke went too far, and caused a revulsion in Raleigh's favour. Coke began by praising the clemency of the King, who had forbidden the use of torture, and proceeded to charge Sir Walter Raleigh with what he called 'treason of the Main,' to distinguish it from that of George Brooke and his fellows, which was 'of the Bye.' He described this latter, and tried to point out that the former was closely cognate to it. In order to mask the difficulty, nay, the impossibility, of doing this successfully on the evidence which he possessed, he wandered off into a long and wordy disquisition on treasonable plots in general, ending abruptly with that of Edmund de la Pole. Then, for the first time, Coke faced the chief difficulty of the Government, namely, that there was but one witness against Raleigh. He did not allow, as indeed he could not be expected to do, that Cobham had shifted like a Reuben, and was now adhering, for the moment, to an eighth several confession of what he and[Pg 148] Raleigh had actually done or meant to do. It was enough for Coke to insist that Cobham's evidence, that is to say, whichever of the eight conflicting statements suited the prosecution best, was as valuable, in a case of this kind, as 'the inquest of twelve.” men.' Id. at Pp.146-148 Having thus, as he thought, shut Raleigh's mouth with regard to this one great difficulty, he continued to declaim against 'those traitors,' obstinately persisting in mixing up Raleigh's 'Main' with the 'Bye,' in spite of the distinction which he himself had drawn. Raleigh appealed against this once or twice, and at last showed signs of impatience. Coke then suddenly turned upon him, and cried out, 'To whom, Sir Walter, did you bear malice? To the royal children?' In the altercation that followed, Coke lost his temper in earnest, and allowed himself to call Raleigh 'a monster with an English face, but a Spanish heart.' He then proceeded to state what the accusation of Sir Walter really amounted to, and in the midst of the inexplicable chaos of this whole affair it may be well to stand for a moment on this scrap of solid ground. Coke's words were: You would have stirred England and Scotland both. You incited the Lord Cobham, as soon as Count Aremberg came into England, to go to him. The night he went, you supped with the Lord Cobham, and he brought you after supper to Durham House; and then the same night by a back-way went with La Renzi to Count Aremberg, and got from him a promise for the money. After this it was arranged that the Lord Cobham should go to Spain and return by Jersey, where you were to meet him about the distribution of the money; because Cobham had not so much policy or wickedness as you. Your intent was to set up the Lady Arabella as[Pg 149] a titular Queen, and to depose our present rightful King, the lineal descendant of Edward IV. You pretend that this money was to forward the Peace with Spain. Your jargon was 'peace,' which meant Spanish invasion and Scottish subversion. This was plain language, at least; this was the case for the prosecution, stripped of all pedantic juggling; and Raleigh now drew himself together to confute these charges as best he might. 'Let me answer,' he said; 'it concerns my life;' and from this point onwards, as Mr. Edwards remarks, the trial becomes a long and impassioned dialogue. Coke refused to let Raleigh speak, and in this was supported by Popham, a very old man, who owed his position in that court more to his age than his talents, and who was solicitous to be on friendly terms with the Attorney. Coke then proceeded to argue that Raleigh's relations with Cobham had been notoriously so intimate that there was nothing surprising or improbable in the accusation that he shared his guilt. He then nimbly went on to expatiate with regard to the circumstances of Cobham's treason, and was deft enough to bring these forward in such a way as to leave on the mind of his hearers the impression that these were things proved against Raleigh. To this practice, which deserved the very phrases which Coke used against the prisoner's dealings, 'devilish and machiavelian policy,' Raleigh protested again and again that he ought not to be subjected, until Coke lost his temper once more, and cried, 'I thou thee, thou traitor, and I will prove thee the rankest traitor in all England.' A sort of hubbub now ensued, and the Lord Chief Justice[Pg 150] again interfered to silence Raleigh, with a poor show of impartiality. After a futile discussion as to the value of Cobham's evidence, the foreman of the jury asked a plain question: 'I desire to understand the time of Sir Walter Raleigh's first letter, and of the Lord Cobham's accusation.' Upon this Cecil spoke for the first time, spinning out a[Pg 153] long and completely unintelligible sentence which was to serve the foreman as an answer. Before the jury could recover from their bewilderment, this extraordinary trial, which proceeded like an Adventure in Wonderland, was begun once more by Coke, who started afresh with voluble denunciation of the defendant, for whom, he said, it would have been better 'to have stayed in Guiana than to be so well acquainted with the state of Spain.' Coke was still pouring out a torrent of mere abuse, when Raleigh suddenly interrupted him, and addressing the judges, claimed that Cobham should then and there be brought face to face with him. Since he had been in the Tower he had been studying the law, and he brought forward statutes of Edwards III. and IV. to support his contention that he could not be convicted on Cobham's bare accusation. The long speech he made at this point was a masterpiece of persuasive eloquence, and it is worth noting that Dudley Carleton, who was in court, wrote to a friend that though when the trial began he would have gone a hundred miles to see Raleigh hanged, when it had reached this stage he would have gone a thousand to save his life. “Raleigh had defended himself with great courage and intelligence, and the crowd in court were by no means in sympathy with the brutal and violent address in which Popham gave judgment. On the very day on which Raleigh was condemned, there began that reaction in his favour which has been proceeding ever since. When the Lord Chief Justice called the noble prisoner a traitor and an atheist, the bystanders, who after all were Englishmen, though they had met prepared to tear Raleigh limb from limb [hated as a ‘wine tax collector’ under Queen Elizabeth I, p. 131], could bear it no longer, and they hissed the judge, as a little before they had hooted Coke. To complete the strangeness of this strange trial, when sentence had been passed, Raleigh advanced quickly up the court, unprevented, and spoke to Cecil and one or two other commissioners, asking, as a favour, that the King would permit Cobham to die first. Before he was secured by the officers, he had found time for this last protest: 'Cobham is a false and cowardly accuser. He can face neither me [Raleigh denied the right to face his accuser] nor death without acknowledging his falsehood.' He was then led away to gaol.” Id. at p. 157

IN RE OLIVER, 333 U.S. 257 269-271 (1948) :  The traditional Anglo-American distrust for secret trials has been variously ascribed to the notorious use of this practice by the Spanish Inquisition, 21 to the excesses of  the English Court of Star Chamber,22 and to the French monarchy's abuse of the lettre de cachet. 23 All of these institutions obviously symbolized a menace to liberty. In the hands of despotic groups each of them had become an instrument for the suppression of political and religious heresies in ruthless disregard of the right of an accused to a fair trial. Whatever other benefits the guarantee to an accused that his trial be conducted in public may confer upon our society,24 the guarantee has always been recognized as a safeguard against any attempt to employ our courts as instruments of persecution. The knowledge that every criminal trial is subject to contemporaneous review in the forum of public opinion is an effective restraint on possible abuse of judicial power. 25 One need not wholly agree with a statement made on the subject by Jeremy Bentham over 120 years ago to appreciate the fear of secret trials felt by him, his predecessors and contemporaries. Bentham said: '* * * suppose the proceedings to be completely secret, and the court, on the occasion, to consist of no more than a single judge,-that judge will be at once indolent and arbitrary: how corrupt soever his inclination may be, it will find no check, at any rate no tolerably efficient check, to oppose it. Without publicity, all other checks are insufficient: in comparison of publicity, all other checks are of small account. Recordation, appeal, whatever other institutions might present themselves in the character of checks, would be found to operate rather as cloaks than checks; as cloaks in reality, as checks only in appearance.' 26 [ Footnote 21 ] Radin, The Right to a Public Trial, 6 Temp.L.Q. 381, 389. The criminal procedure of the civil law countries long resembled that of the Inquisition in that the preliminary examination of the accused, the questioning of witnesses, and the trial of the accused were conducted in secret. Esmein, A History of Continental Criminal Procedure 183,382 (1913); Ploscowe, Development of Inquisitorial and Accusatorial Elements in French Procedure, 23 J.Crim.L. & Criminology 372,386. The ecclesiastical courts of Great Britain, which intermittently exercised a limited civil and criminal jurisdiction, adopted a procedure described as 'in name as well as in fact an Inquisition, differing from the Spanish Inquisition in the circumstances that it did not at any time as far as we are aware employ torture, and that the bulk of the business of the courts was of a comparatively unimportant kind * * *.' 2 Stephen, History of the Criminal Law of England 402 (1883). The secrecy of the ecclesiastical courts and the civil law courts was often pointed out by commentators who praised the publicity of the common law courts. See e.g., 3 Blackstone, Commentaries * 373; 1 Bentham Rationale of Judicial Evidence, 594,595, 603 (1827). The English common law courts which succeeded to the jurisdiction of the ecclesiastical courts have renounced all claim to hold secret sessions in cases formerly within the ecclesiastical jurisdiction, even in civil suits. See, e.g., Scott v. Scott, (1913) A.C. 417. [ Footnote 22 ] Davis v. United States, 8 Cir., 247 F. 394, 395, L.R.A.1918C, 1164; Keddington v. State, 19 Ariz. 457, 459, 172 P. 273, L.R.A.1918D, 1093; Williamson v. Lacy, 86 Me. 80, 82, 83, 29 A. 943, 944, 25 L.R.A. 506; Dutton v. State, 123 Md. 373, 387, 91 A. 417, 422, Ann.Cas.1916C, 89; Jenks, The Book of English Law 91 (3d Ed.1932). '''Some authorities have said that trials in the Star Chamber were public, but that witnesses against the accused were examined privately with no opportunity for him to discredit them. Apparently all authorities agreed that the accused himself was grilled in secret, often tortured, in an effort to obtain a confession and that the most objectionable of the Star Chamber's practices was its asserted prerogative to disregard the common law rules of criminal procedure when the occasion demanded.' Italic text''5 Holdsworth, A History of English Law, 163, 165, 180,197 (2d Ed.1937); Radin, The Right to a Public Trial, 6 Temp.L.Q. 381, 386,388; Washburn, The Court of Star Chamber, 12 Am.L.Rev. 21, 25,31. [ Footnote 23 ] Radin, The Right to a Public Trial, 6 Temp.L.Q. 381, 388. The lettre de cachet was an order of the king that one of his subjects be forthwith imprisoned or exiled without a trial or an opportunity to defend himself. In the eighteenth century they were often issued in blank to local police. Louis XV is supposed to have issued more than 150,000 lettres de cachet during his reign. This device was the principal means employed to prosecute crimes of opinion, although it was also used by the royalty as a convenient method of preventing the public airing of intra- family scandals. Voltaire, Mirabeau and Montesquieu, among others denounced the use of the lettre de cachet, and it was abolished after the French Revolution, though later temporarily revived by Napoleon. 13 Encyc. Brit. 971; 3 Encyc. Soc. Sci, 137. [ Footnote 24 ] Other benefits attributed to publicity have been: (1) Public trials come to the attention of key witnesses unknown to the parties. These witnesses may then voluntarily come forward and give important testimony. 6 Wigmore, Evidence 1834 (3d Ed.,1940); Tanksley v. United States, 9 Cir., 145 F.2d 58, 59, 156 A.L.R. 257. (2) The spectators learn about their government and acquire confidence in their judicial remedies. 6 Wigmore, Evidence 1834 (3d Ed. 1940); 1 Bentham, Rationale of Judicial Evidence 525 (1827); State v. Keeler, 52 Mont. 205, 156 P. 1080, L.R.A.1916E, 472, Ann.Cas.1917E, 619; 20 Harv.L.Rev. 489. [ Footnote 25 ] Jenks, The Book of English Law 91 (1932); Auld, Comparative Jurisprudence of Criminal Process, 1 U. of Toronto L.J. 82, 99; Radin, The Right to a Public Trial, 6 Temp.L.Q. 381; Criminal Procedure in Scotland and England, 108 Edinburgh Rev. 174, 181,182; Holmes, J. in Cowley v. Pulsifer, 137 Mass. 392, 394, 50 Am.Rep. 318; State v. Osborne, 54 Or. 289, 295,297, 103 P. 62, 64,66, 20 Ann.Cas. 627. People v. Murray, 89 Mich. 276, 286, 50 N.W. 995, 998, 14 L.R.A. 809, 28 Am.St.Rep. 294: 'It is for the protection of all persons accused of crime the innocently accused that they may not become the victim of an unjust prosecution, as well as the guilty, that they may be awarded a fair trial that one rule (as to public trials) must be observed and applied to all.' Frequently quoted is the statement in 1 Cooley, Constitutional Limitations (8th Ed.1927) at 647: 'The requirement of a public trial is for the benefit of the accused; that the public may see he is fairly dealt with and not unjustly condemned, and that the presence of interested spectators may keep his triers keenly alive to a sense of their responsibility and to the importance of their functions * * *' [ Footnote 26 ] 1 Bentham, Rationale of Judicial Evidence 524 (1827).

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92 Gazette that the one of them had found, they picked it up and began to read it eagerly.

"The table was set for one hundred persons. The magnificence of it exceeded all expectations. The remotest provinces were represented at this feast of the gods by the costliest gifts. The golden sturgeon from Sheksna and the silver pheasant from the Caucasian woods held a rendezvous with strawberries so seldom to be had in our latitude in winter. . . ."

"The devil! For God's sake, stop reading, your Excellency. Couldn't you find something else to read about?" cried the other Official in sheer desperation. He snatched the paper from his colleague's hands, and started to read something else.

"Our correspondent in Tula informs us that yesterday a sturgeon was found in the Upa (an event which even the oldest inhabitants cannot recall, and all the more remarkable since they recognised the former police captain in this sturgeon). This was made the occasion for giving a banquet in the club. The prime cause of the banquet was served in a large wooden platter garnished with vinegar pickles. A bunch of parsley stuck out of its mouth. Doctor P who acted as toast-master saw to it that everybody present got a piece of the sturgeon. The sauces to go with it were unusually varied and delicate"

"Permit me, your Excellency, it seems to me you are not so careful either in the selection of reading matter," interrupted the first Official, who secured the Gazette again and started to read:

"One of the oldest inhabitants of Viatka has discovered a new and highly original recipe for fish soup. A live cod-fish (lota vulgaris) is taken and beaten with a rod until its liver swells up with anger. . . ."

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Rh keep their minds off beefsteak and the like, it was all in vain; their fancy returned invariably, with irresistible force, back to that for which they were so painfully yearning.

Suddenly an inspiration came to the Official who had once taught handwriting.

"I have it!" he cried delightedly. "What do you say to this, your Excellency? What do you say to our finding a ?"

"A muzhik, your Excellency? What sort of a muzhik?"

"Why a plain ordinary muzhik. A muzhik like all other muzhiks. He would get the breakfast rolls for us right away, and he could also catch partridges and fish for us."

"Hm, a muzhik. But where are we to fetch one from, if there is no muzhik here?"

"Why shouldn't there be a muzhik here? There are muzhiks everywhere. All one has to do is hunt for them. There certainly must be a muzhik hiding here somewhere so as to get out of working."

This thought so cheered the Officials that they instantly jumped up to go in search of a muzhik.

For a long while they wandered about on the island without the desired result, until finally a concentrated smell of black bread and old sheep skin assailed their nostrils and guided them in the right direction. There under a tree was a colossal muzhik lying fast asleep with his hands under his head. It was clear that to escape his duty to work he had impudently withdrawn to this island. The indignation of the Officials knew no bounds.

"What, lying asleep here, you lazy-bones you!" they raged at him. "It is nothing to you that there are two Officials here who are fairly perishing of hunger. Up, forward, march, work."

The Muzhik rose and looked at the two severe gentlemen standing in front of him. His first thought was to make his escape, but the Officials held him fast.

He had to submit to his fate. He had to work.

First he climbed up on a tree and plucked several dozen of the finest apples for the Officials. He kept a rotten one for himself. Then he turned up the earth and dug out some potatoes. Next he started a fire with two bits of


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ACT THREE

__________ Scene Three A hall in the palace. _____

on his throne with at a lectern; opposite him, at another lectern; in the centre of the hall a hat, covered in gold and decorated with colorful plumes, is atop a tall pole; the entire court has been convened.

King No greater service has any man rendered to the Fatherland than the gracious Count of Carabas. So often has his hunter presented me with dainty and delicious gifts, sometimes even twice a day, that our historiographer has already filled a thick volume with his accomplishments. My gratitude to him is boundless; my fondest desire is to find an opportunity of one day discharging some of the great debt I owe him.

Princess My dear father, would your most gracious majesty not permit the learned debate to begin? My heart yearns for mental exercise.

King Yes, it may begin now. Court scholar Court jester  you both know that whichever of you triumphs in this debate will be awarded that precious hat; for this very reason I have had it set up there, so that you may have it always before your eyes and never lack for quick wit.

Leander and Hanswurst bow.

Leander My thesis is that a recently published play by the name of Puss in Boots is a good play.

Hanswurst That is precisely what I deny.

Leander Prove that it's bad.

Hanswurst You prove that it's good.

Leutner Come again? Why, that's the very play they're staging here, if I'm not mistaken.

Müller Correct! The very same.

Leander The play, although not entirely sublime, is still worthy of praise in several respects.

Hanswurst In no respect.

Leander I maintain that it displays wit.

Hanswurst I maintain that it doesn't.

Leander You are a jester: how could you be a judge of wit?

Hanswurst And you are a scholar: what would you know about wit?

Leander Some of the characters are well-executed.

Hanswurst Not a single one.

Leander Well then, even if I concede everything else, at least the audience is well portrayed.

Hanswurst An audience never has any character.

Leander His insolence almost astonishes me.

Hanswurst to the pit Isn't he a foolish fellow? I and the honorable public are hand and glove with one another, as it were; as far as good taste is concerned we are in complete agreement; and yet he wishes to maintain, in opposition to my opinion, that the audience in Puss in Boots is well drawn.

Fischer The audience? But there's no audience in the play.

Hanswurst Even better! So, then, there is no audience in it at all?

Müller God forbid! We would surely have noticed if there was.

Hanswurst Of course you would. Now do you see, my learned friend? What these gentlemen down there are saying must surely be true.

Leander I'm getting confused but I still won't yield the victory to you.

Enter Hinze

Hanswurst Mr Hunter, a word!

Hinze approaches; Hanswurst whispers to him.

Hinze If that's all you want.

He takes off his boots and climbs up the pole, takes the hat, jumps down, and puts his boots on again.

Hanswurst waving the hat Victory is mine!

King Good God! How skilful the hunter is!

Leander My only regret is that I have been vanquished by a fool, and learning must strike sail before foolishness.

King Be quiet. You wanted the hat, he wanted the hat: what's the difference? But what have you brought us now, huntsman?

Hinze The Count of Carabas commends himself most humbly to your majesty and takes the liberty of sending you these two partridges.

King Too much! too much! I am sinking under the burden of gratitude! The time is long past when I should have discharged my duty and paid him a visit; for too long I have put it off, but no longer. Have the royal carriage prepared at once, the eight-horse one, I want to go for a drive with my daughter! You, huntsman, shall show us the way to the count's castle.

Exit the King with his retinue.

Hinze What was your debate about, anyway?

Hanswurst I maintained that a certain play called Puss in Boots, which, incidentally, I am not acquainted with at all, is a wretched piece.

Hinze Oh Yeah?

Hanswurst Farewell, Mr Hunter, and many thanks.

He puts on the hat and leaves.

Hinze alone I'm so depressed. I have helped the fool to claim the victory by disparaging a play in which I myself am playing the leading rôle. O Fate! O cruel Fate! What entanglements you so often weave for us mortals! But be that as it may, if I only succeed in putting my beloved Gottlieb on the throne, I will gladly forget all my other troubles: I will forget the offence to myself and my very existence when I disarmed the better argument and, to my own injury, placed weapons in the hands of folly; I will forget that my whiskers were plucked and my body almost cut up into slices; yes, I will devote my life to my friend, and leave to the admiration of posterity the finest example of selfless friendship. So the king wishes to visit the count? Well, that's another tricky situation which I must straighten out. In his castle, which does not yet exist? Now the great day has arrived, the crucial day on which I especially need these boots. Do not desert me today, do not tear on me today of all days; now is the time to show what durable leather you are made of, and what strong soles you have! Up then, Feet and Boots! To work, for all must be decided today.

Exit.

Schlosser What's that you're trying to say?

Bötticher G Gr  Great!!

Fischer Can someone please tell me how it is that that the play itself  can recur as a play within the play?

Schlosser I can't think of anything else to say by which I might vent the anger that this piece has provoked. Behold poor Bötticher: a tongue-tied monument of my own exasperation.

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94 wood that he rubbed against each other. Out of his own hair he made a snare and caught partridges. Over the fire, by this time burning brightly, he cooked so many kinds of food that the question arose in the Officials' minds whether they shouldn't give some to this idler.

Beholding the efforts of the Muzhik, they rejoiced in their hearts. They had already forgotten how the day before they had nearly been perishing of hunger, and all they thought of now was: "What a good thing it is to be an Official. Nothing bad can ever happen to an Official."

"Are you satisfied, gentlemen?" the lazy Muzhik asked.

"Yes, we appreciate your industry," replied the Officials.

"Then you will permit me to rest a little?"

"Go take a little rest, but first make a good strong cord."

The Muzhik gathered wild hemp stalks, laid them in water, beat them and broke them, and toward evening a good stout cord was ready. The Officials took the cord and bound the Muzhik to a tree, so that he should not run away. Then they laid themselves to sleep.

Thus day after day passed, and the Muzhik became so skilful that he could actually cook soup for the Officials in his bare hands. The Officials had become round and well-fed and happy. It rejoiced them that here they needn't spend any money and that in the meanwhile their pensions were accumulating in St. Petersburg.

"What is your opinion, your Excellency," one said to the other after breakfast one day, "is the Story of the Tower of Babel true? Don't you think it is simply an allegory?"

"By no means, your Excellency, I think it was something that really happened. What other explanation is there for the existence of so many different languages on earth?"

"Then the Flood must really have taken place, too?"

"Certainly, else how would you explain the existence of Antediluvian animals? Besides, the Moscow Gazette says"

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Rh Moscow, Tula, Penza and Riazan, and strangely enough felt no discomfort at the description of the delicacies served.

There is no saying how long this life might have lasted. Finally, however, it began to bore the Officials. They often thought of their cooks in St. Petersburg, and even shed a few tears in secret.

"I wonder how it looks in Podyacheskaya Street now, your Excellency," one of them said to the other.

"Oh, don't remind me of it, your Excellency. I am pining away with homesickness."

"It is very nice here. There is really no fault to be found with this place, but the lamb longs for its mother sheep. And it is a pity, too, for the beautiful uniforms."

"Yes, indeed, a uniform of the fourth class is no joke. The gold embroidery alone is enough to make one dizzy."

Now they began to importune the Muzhik to find some way of getting them back to Podyacheskaya Street, and strange to say, the Muzhik even knew where Podyacheskaya Street was. He had once drunk beer and mead there, and as the saying goes, everything had run down his beard, alas, but nothing into his mouth. The Officials rejoiced and said: "We are Officials from Podyacheskaya Street."

"And I am one of those men—do you remember?—who sit on a scaffolding hung by ropes from the roofs and paint the outside walls. I am one of those who crawl about on the roofs like flies. That is what I am," replied the Muzhik.

The Muzhik now pondered long and heavily on how to give great pleasure to his Officials, who had been so gracious to him, the lazy-bones, and had not scorned his work. And he actually succeeded in constructing a ship. It was not really a ship, but still it was a vessel that would carry them across the ocean close to Podyacheskaya Street.

"Now, take care, you dog, that you don't drown us," said the Officials, when they saw the raft rising and falling on the waves.

"Don't be afraid. We muzhiks are used to this," said the Muzhik, making all the preparations for the journey. He gathered swan's-down and made a couch for his two Officials, then he crossed himself and rowed off from shore.

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 Beside them a figure is seen, scaled with iron scales from head to feet, precipitating himself into the abyss with the sword and balances: he is Og, king of Bashan.

On the right, beneath the cloud on which Abel kneels, is Abraham, with Sarah and Isaac, also with Hagar and Ishmael on the left. Abel kneels on a bloody cloud, descriptive of those Churches before the Flood, that they were filled with blood and fire and vapour of smoke. Even till Abraham's time the vapour and heat were not extinguished. These states exist now. Man passes on, but states remain for ever: he passes through them like a traveller, who may as well suppose that the places he has passed through exist no more, as a man may suppose that the states he has passed through exist no more: everything is eternal.

Beneath Ishmael is Mahomed: and beneath the falling figure of Cain is Moses, casting his tables of stone into the deeps. It ought to be understood that the persons, Moses and Abraham, are not here meant, but the states signified by those names; the individuals being representatives, or visions, of those states, as they were revealed to mortal man in the series of divine revelations, as they are written in the Bible. These various states I have seen in my imagination. When distant, they appear as one man; but, as you approach, they appear multitudes of nations. Abraham hovers above his posterity, which appear as multitudes of children ascending from the earth, surrounded by stars, as it was said: 'As the stars of heaven for multitude.' Jacob and his twelve sons hover beneath the feet of Abraham, and receive their children from the earth. I have seen, when at a distance, multitudes of men in harmony appear like a single infant, sometimes in the arms of a female. This represented the Church.

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 who perished by the Flood. Beneath them a multitude of their associates are seen falling headlong. By the side of them is a mighty fiend with a book in his hand, which is shut: he represents the person named in Isaiah xxii. c. and 20 v., Eliakim, the son of Hilkiah. He drags Satan down headlong. He is crowned with oak. By the side of the scaled figure, representing Og, king of Bashan, is a figure with a basket, emptying out the varieties of riches and worldly honours. He is Araunah, the Jebusite, master of the threshing-floor. Above him are two figures elevated on a cloud, representing the Pharisees, who plead their own righteousness before the throne: they are weighed down by two fiends. Beneath the man with the basket are three fiery fiends, with grey beards, and scourges of fire: they represent cruel laws. They scourge a group of figures down into the deeps. Beneath them are various figures in attitudes of contention, representing various states of misery, which, alas! every one on earth is liable to enter into, and against which we should all watch. The ladies will be pleased to see that I have represented the Furles by three men, and not by three women. It is not because I think the ancients wrong; but they will be pleased to remember that mine is vision, and not fable. The spectator may suppose them clergymen in the pulpit, scourging sin, instead of forgiving it.

The earth beneath these falling groups of figures is rocky and burning, and seems as if convulsed by earthquakes. A great city, on fire, is seen in the distance. The armies (?)are fleeing upon the mountains. On the foreground Hell is opened, and many figures are descending into it down stone steps, and beside a gate beneath a rock, where Sin and Death are to be closed eternally by that fiend who carries the key in one hand, and drags them down with the other. On the rock, and above the gate, a fiend with wings urges the wicked onward with fiery darts. He is Hazael, the Syrian, who drives abroad all those who rebel against their Saviour. Beneath the steps is Babylon, represented by a king crowned, grasping his


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 sword and his sceptre. He is just awakened out of his grave. Around him are other kingdoms arising to judgment, represented in this picture by single personages, according to the descriptions in the Prophets. The figure dragging up a woman by her hair represents the Inquisition, as do those contending on the sides of the pit; and, in particular, the man strangling a woman represents a cruel Church.

Two persons, one in purple, the other in scarlet, are descending down the steps into the pit. These are Caiaphas and Pilate; two states where all those reside who calumniate and murder under pretence of holiness and justice. Caiaphas has a blue flame, like a mitre, on his head: Pilate has bloody hands, that can never be cleansed. The females behind them represent the females belonging to such states, who are under perpetual terrors and vain dreams plots, and secret deceit. Those figures that descend into the flames before Caiaphas and Pilate are Judas and those of his class. Achitophel is also here, with the cord in his hand.

Between the figures of Adam and Eve appears a fiery gulph descending from the sea of fire before the throne. In this cataract four angels descend headlong with four trumpets to awake the dead. Beneath these is the seat of the harlot, named Mystery in the Revelations. She is seized by two beings, each with three heads: they represent vegetative existence. As it is written in Revelations, they strip her naked, and burn her with fire. It represents the eternal consumption of vegetable life and death, with its lusts. The wreathed torches in their hands represent eternal fire, which is the fire of generation or vegetation: it is an eternal consummation. Those who are blessed with imaginative vision see this eternal female, and tremble at what others fear not; while they despise and laugh at what others fear. Beneath her feet is a flaming cavern, in which are seen her kings, and councillors, and warriors, descending in flames, lamenting, and looking upon her in astonish-


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 ment and terror, and Hell is opened beneath her seat; on the left hand, the great Red Dragon with seven heads and ten horns. He has a book of accusations, lying on the rock, open before him. He is bound in chains by two strong demons: they are Gog and Magog, who have been compelled to subdue their master (Ezekiel xxxviii. c. 8 v.) with their hammer and tongs, about to new-create the seven-headed kingdoms. The graves beneath are opened, and the dead awake and obey the call of the trumpet: those on the right hand awake in joy, those on the left in horror. Beneath the Dragon's cavern a skeleton begins to animate, starting into life at the trumpet's sound, while the wicked contend with each other on the brink of perdition. On the right, a youthful couple are awaked by their children; an aged patriarch is awaked by his aged wife: he is Albion, our ancestor, patriarch of the Atlantic Continent, whose history preceded that of the Hebrews, and in whose sleep, or chaos, creation began. The good woman is Britannica, the wife of Albion. Jerusalem is their daughter. Little infants creep out of the flowery mould into the green fields of the blessed, who, in various joyful companies, embrace and ascend to meet eternity.

The persons who ascend to meet the Lord, coming in the clouds with power and great glory, are representations of those states described in the Bible under the names of the Fathers before and after the Flood. Noah is seen in the midst of these, canopied by a rainbow. On his right hand Shem, and on his left Japhet. These three persons represent Poetry, Painting, and Music, the three powers in man of conversing with Paradise, which the Flood did not sweep away. Above Noah is the Church Universal, represented by a woman surrounded by infants. There is such a state in eternity: it is composed of the innocent civilized heathen and the uncivilized savage, who, having not the law, do by nature the things contained in the law. This state appears like a female crowned with stars, driven into the wilderness: she has the moon under her feet. The aged


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 figure with wings, having a writing tablet and taking account of the numbers who arise, is that Angel of the Divine Presence men- tioned in Exodus xiv. c. 19 v.

Around Noah, and beneath him, are various figures risen into the air. Among these are three females, representing those who are not of the dead, but of those found alive at the Last Judgment. They appear to be innocently gay and thoughtless, not being among the condemned, because ignorant of crime in the midst of a corrupted age. The Virgin Mary was of this class. A mother meets her numerous family in the arms of their father: these are representations of the Greek learned and wise, as also of those of other nations, such as Egypt and Babylon, in which were multitudes who shall meet the Lord coming in the clouds.

The children of Abraham, or Hebrew Church, are represented as a stream of figures, on which are seen stars, somewhat like the Milky Way. They ascend from the earth, where figures kneel, embracing above the graves, and represent religion, or civilized life, such as it is in the Christian Church, which is the offspring of the Hebrew. Just above the graves, and above the spot where the infants creep out of the ground (?) stand two -- a man and woman: these are the primitive Christians. The two figures in purifying flames, by the side of the Dragon's cavern, represent the latter state of the Church, when on the verge of perdition, yet protected by a flaming sword. Multitudes are seen ascending from the green fields of the blessed, in which a Gothic church is representative of true art (called 'Gothic' in all ages, by those who follow the fashion, as that is called which is without shape or fashion). By the right hand of Noah, a woman with children represents the state called Laban the Syrian: it is the remains of civilization in the state from whence Adam was taken. Also, on the right hand of Noah, a female descends to meet her lover or husband, representative of that love called friendship, which looks for no


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 other heaven than the beloved, and in him sees all reflected as in a glass of eternal diamond.

On the right hand of these rise the diffident and humble, and on their left a solitary woman with her infant. These are caught up by three aged men, who appear as suddenly emerging from the blue sky for their help. These three aged men represent divine providence, as opposed to and distinct from divine vengeance, represented by three aged men, on the side of the picture among the wicked, with scourges of fire.

If the spectator could enter into these images in his imagination, approaching them on the fiery chariot of his contemplative thought; if he could enter into Noah's rainbow, could make a friend and companion of one of these images of wonder, which always entreat him to leave mortal things (as he must know), then would he arise from the grave, then would he meet the Lord in the air, and then he would be happy. General knowledge is remote knowledge: it is in particulars that wisdom consists, and happiness too. Both in art and in life general masses are as much art as a pasteboard man is human. Every man has eyes, nose, and mouth; this every idiot knows; but he who enters into and discriminates most minutely the manners and intentions, the characters in all their branches, is the alone wise or sensible man; and on this discrimination all art is founded. I entreat, then, that the spectator will attend to the hands and feet; to the lineaments of the countenance: they are all descriptive of character, and not a line is drawn without intention, and that most discriminate and particular. As poetry admits not a letter that is insignificant, so painting admits not a grain of sand, or a blade of grass insignificant -- much less an insignificant blur or mark.

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All here would tell thee they approve my deed,

Were they not tongue-tied to authority.

But kingship hath much profit; this in chief,

That it may do and say whate’er it will.

. No Theban sees the matter with thine eye.

. They see, but curb their voices to thy sway.

. And art thou not ashamed, acting alone?

. A sister’s piety hath no touch of shame.

. Was not Eteocles thy brother too?

. My own true brother from both parents’ blood.

. This duty was impiety to him.

. He that is dead will not confirm that word.

. If you impart his honours to the vile.

. It was his brother, not a slave, who fell.

. But laying waste the land for which he fought.

. Death knows no difference, but demands his due.

. Yet not equality ’twixt good and bad.

. Both may be equal yonder; who can tell?

. An enemy is hated even in death.

. Love, and not hatred, is the part for me.

. Down then to death! and, if you must, there love

The dead. No woman rules me while I live.

. Now comes Ismenè forth. Ah, see,

From clouds above her brow

The sister-loving tear

Is falling wet on her fair cheek,

Distaining all her passion-crimson’d face!

. And thou, that like a serpent coiled i’ the house

Hast secretly been draining my 1ife-blood,—

Little aware that I was cherishing

Two curses and subverters of my throne,—

Tell us, wilt thou avouch thy share in this

Entombment, or forswear all knowledge of it?

. If her voice go therewith, I did the deed,

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UNCLASSIFIED

Summarized Detainee Statement

The Detainee made no initial statement but indicated that he would answer any questions asked.

Answers in response to questions by the Personal Representative:

I am not a member of the Taliban and did not participate in the jihad in Afghanistan. I did attend training camps and at one learned to shoot a Kalishnakov rifle. Then I got sick and received medical treatment at the camp. I learned to fire a weapon to defend myself, my brother, and my father. I doesn' t have any enemies, but everyone is fighting with each other over there (in Pakistan). I did not attend the camp to learn how to fire the weapon for the purpose of committing or assisting in future hostile acts against the United States or its allies in the war on terrorism. I attended another camp to please and worship Allah and to tell people to follow the Quran, do their duties, and not to fight against each other. I do not own a rifle. I went to Afghanistan from Pakistan to serve. I was making beds and giving food and water to the Pakistanis there. I did not fight against anyone. Later an airplane came and there was a big light and people were dying. Then we started heading back toward our homes in Pakistan. We were captured by some "English People" and were handcuffed. Then I was put in jail. I did not firea weapon at any time against the U. S. or its allies.

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I did not go to Afghanistan to train or to learn to fire a weapon. They did not send me to serve in Konduz. I went to preach. They were Pakistan people and they were coming and I came with them. The people I served were Pakistan people.

Answers in response to questions by the Tribunal Members:

I went to serve with the Pakistani people. I was serving with them. I did not see the fighting going on and I don't know why they were there. No, the Pakistanis were not fighting anyone. There was no fighting going on over there. After a while the planes came and there was a bombardment from the planes. There were many people over there like English people. They arrested me. Like the hospital here, there were hospitals there in Pakistan as well. I did not see the fighting. I went there to serve them and the planes came over and then came the bombs.

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I certify the material contained in this transcript is a true and accurate summary of the testimony given during the proceedings.

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Brother beloved! if health shall smile again Upon this wasted form and fevered cheek; If e'er returning vigour bids these weak And languid limbs their gladsome strength regain; Well may thy brow the placid glow retain Of sweet content, and thy pleased eye may speak Thy conscious self-applause: but should I seek To utter what this heart can feel, ah! vain Were the attempt! Yet, kindest friends, as o'er  My couch ye bend, and watch with tenderness The being whom your cares could e'en restore From the cold grasp of death; say, can you guess The feelings which this lip can ne'er express? Feelings deep fixed in grateful memory's store!

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Landlord This is hard work! Oh well, I can hardly expect people to desert every day; and I certainly cannot rely on my children, they're good kids and they have the best of intentions, but when all is said and done, they're rather hopeless. My life consists of nothing but work; drawing beer, filling glasses, rinsing out the empties, and now I even have to reap corn. To live is to work. A scholar who once passed this way said that to live well you must be prepared to forego sleep, because when fate comes knocking on your door, you will not hear it if you're asleep in bed. Certainly, that chap must never have been tired or had a good night's sleep, because as far as I'm concerned there is nothing as delightful or as excellent as sleep. I wish it wasn't so long until my bedtime.

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Hinze Whoever wants to hear something wonderful, listen to me now! I have been running non-stop all day! First, from the royal palace to Gottlieb; then with Gottlieb to the palace of the Bugbear, where I left him out in the woods; then from there back again to the king; and finally, I am now racing ahead of the king's coach like a courier and showing him the way. O my legs, my feet and my boots! How much they have had to do today! Hey, my good friend!

Landlord Who's there? Countryman, surely you must be a stranger, for the locals know that I do not sell beer at this time of the year; I need it all for myself; when one does work like mine, one must fortify oneself; I'm terribly sorry, but I cannot help you.

Hinze I don't want any beer, I never drink beer; I just want to say a few words to you.

Landlord You must be a proper idler indeed, to try and disturb hard-working people at their labor.

Hinze I don't wish to disturb you. Just listen: the neighboring king will be driving past here shortly; he will probably get out and ask who these villages belong to; if you value your life and do not wish to be hanged or burned at the stake, then be sure to reply: the Count of Carabas.

Landlord But, Sir, surely we are all subject to the law.

Hinze I know that well enough, but, as I said, if you do not wish to die, this region here belongs to the Count of Carabas.

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Landlord Many thanks! Now, this could be an excellent opportunity for me to get out of ever having to work again. All I have to do is tell the king that this country belongs to the Bugbear. But no. Idleness is the root of all evil: Ora et labora is my motto.

A fine carriage drawn by eight horses, followed by many servants; the carriage stops; and step out.

Princess I am somewhat curious to see this Count.

King So am I, my dear. Good day, my friend! To whom do these villages here belong?

Landlord aside He asks as if he wanted to have me hanged on the spot. They belong to the Count of Carabas, your majesty.

King What a beautiful country! I always thought that the countryside would look very different on the other side of the border, judging from the maps. Give me a hand.

He quickly climbs up a tree.

Princess What are you doing, my royal father?

King I love the beauties of Nature, especially her panoramic views.

Princess Can you see far?

King Oh, yes, and if those blasted mountains weren't stuck there right in front of my nose, I would be able to see even further. Arggh! This tree is full of caterpillars!

He climbs down again.

Princess That's because it's a part of nature which has not yet been idealized; imagination must first ennoble it.

King I wish your imagination could get rid of these caterpillars for me. But get in, we must be on our way.

Princess Farewell, you kind and simple peasant.

They get in; the carriage drives off.

Landlord How the world has been turned upside down! From what I've read in old books or heard old folk say, anyone who spoke to a king or a prince always got gold coins or precious objects for his trouble. But now! How is one to get rich quick if unexpected fortunes are no longer to made out of passing monarchs? If I were a king, I wouldn't dream of opening my mouth to anyone without first putting some money in his hand. Simple peasant! Would to God it were a simple matter to pay off all my debts. But that's what comes of these modern sentimental depictions of country life. Even a powerful king like that is jealous of our sort. I suppose I should be thankful he didn't hang me. The foreign hunter must have been the Bugbear himself after all. Oh well, at least it will be reported in the newspapers that his majesty condescended to speak with me.

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. Nay, justice will not suffer that. You would not,

And I refused to make you mine ally.

. But now in thy misfortune I would fain

Embark,with thee in thy calamity.

. Who did the deed, the powers beneath can tell.

I care not for lip-kindness from my kin.

. Ah! scorn me not so far as to forbid me

To die with thee, and honour our lost brother.

. Die not with me, nor make your own a deed

You never touched! My dying is enough.

. What joy have I in life when thou art gone?

. Ask Creon there. He hath your care and duty.

. What can it profit thee to vex me so?

. My heart is pained, though my lip laughs at thee.

. What can I do for thee now, even now?

. Save your own life. I grudge not your escape.

. Alas! and must I be debarred thy fate?

. Life was the choice you made. Mine was to die.

. I warned thee

. Yes, your prudence is admired

On earth. My wisdom is approved below.

. Yet truly we are both alike in fault.

. Fear not; you live. My life hath long been given

To death, to be of service to the dead.

. Of these two girls, the one hath lost her wits:

The other hath had none since she was born.

. My lord, in misery, the mind one hath

Is wont to be dislodged, and will not stay.

. You have ta’en leave of yours at any rate,

When you cast in your portion with the vile.

. What can life profit me without my sister?

. Say not ‘my sister’; she is nothing now.

. What? wilt thou kill thy son’s espousal too?

. He may find other fields to plough upon.

. Not so as love was plighted ’twixt them twain.

. I hate a wicked consort for my son.

. O dearest Haemon! how thy father wrongs thee!

. Thou and thy marriage are a torment to me.

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reaping corn.

Kunz This is damned hard work! It wouldn't be so bad if I were doing it for myself, but the corvée! Here we are obliged to sweat for the Bugbear and he does not even thank us. Of course they always say that laws are necessary to keep the people in order, but why our particular Law, who devours us all, should be necessary is quite beyond me.

Enter running.

Hinze Now I have blisters on the soles of my feet! Oh well, who cares? So long as Gottlieb ends up on the throne. Hey, my good friend!

Kunz Who on earth is this chap, then?

Hinze The king will be driving past here presently. If he asks you who all this belongs to, you must reply: the Count of Carabas. Otherwise you will be chopped up into a billion little pieces. The law demands it for the common good.

Fischer What? For the common good?

Schlosser Of course, otherwise this play would never end.

Hinze I presume you hold your life dear!

Exit Hinze.

Kunz That's just what edicts always sound like. Well, I don't mind having to say that, provided no new taxes result from it. One should always be wary of innovation.

The coach pulls up and stops; and get out.

King Another beautiful spot. We have already seen lots of really nice spots. To whom does this land here belong?

Kunz The Count of Carabas.

King Upon my word! The count has splendid estates and so close to mine. My dear, he would be quite a catch for you. What do you think?

Princess You're embarrassing me, father. But what new things one sees while traveling! Pray tell me, kind peasant, why are you cutting that straw?

Kunz laughing Why, this is the harvest, Mistress Queen. Corn.

King Corn? Why, whatever do you need that for?

Kunz laughing To bake our bread, of course.

King For heaven's sake, my dear! Bread is baked out of that! Who could ever have come up with such a trick! Isn't Nature wonderful? Here, my good friend, get yourself a drink, it's hot today.

He gets in again with the Princess; the carriage drives off.

Kunz Not know what corn is! I guess you learn something new every day. If he hadn't given me a shiny piece of gold and if he wasn't a king, you'd almost think he was just a simpleminded fellow. Oh well, I might as well go and get myself a can of good beer now. Not know what corn is!

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"And what became of the poor little creature, mamma?" said Harriet. "I was going to tell you, my dear," replied Mrs. Benson; "I ordered the servant to bring me a cage, with seed and water in their usual places; this I caused to be hung on a tree, next to that in which the little sufferer in vain endeavoured to hide herself among the leaves from her cruel pursuers. No sooner did the servant retire than the

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32 poor little wretch flew to it. I immediately had the cage brought into the parlour, where I experienced great pleasure in observing what happiness the poor creature enjoyed in her deliverance. I kept her some years; but not choosing to confine her in a little cage, I had a large one bought, and procured a companion for her of her own species. I supplied them with materials for building; and from them proceeded a little colony, which grew so numerous that you know I gave them to Mr. Bruce to put in his aviary, where you have seen them enjoying themselves. So now I hope I have fully accounted for having kept canary-birds in a cage."

"You have indeed, mamma," said Harriet.

"I have also," said Mrs. Benson, "occasionally kept larks. In severe winters vast numbers of them come to this country from a colder climate, and many perish. Quantities of them are killed and sold for the spit; and the birdcatchers usually have a great many to sell, and many an idle boy has some to dispose of. I frequently buy them, as you know, Harriet; but as soon as the fine weather returns, I constantly set them at liberty. But come, my dears, prepare for your morning walk, and afterwards let me see you in my dressing-room."

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 Rh have got a nest? I will watch to-morrow which way they fly, for I should like to see the little ones."

"And what will you do, should you find them out?" said his mamma; "not take the nest, I hope?"

"Why," replied Frederick, "I should like to bring it home, mamma, and put it in a tree near the house; and then I would scatter crumbs for the old ones to feed them with."

"Your design is a kind one," said Mrs. Benson, "but you would greatly distress your little favourites. Many birds, through fear, forsake their nests when they are removed; therefore I desire you to let them alone if you should chance to find them." Harriet then remarked that she thought it very cruel to take birds' nests. "Ah, my dear," said Mrs. Benson, "those who commit such barbarous actions are quite insensible to the distresses they occasion. It is very true that we ought not to indulge so great a degree of pity and tenderness for animals as for those who are more properly our fellow-creatures—I mean men, women, and children; but as every living creature can feel, we should have a constant regard to those feelings, and strive to give happiness rather than inflict misery. But go, my dear, and take your walk." Mrs. Benson then left them, to attend her

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34 usual morning employments; and the children, attended by their maid, passed an agreeable half-hour in the garden.

In the meantime the hen redbreast returned to the nest, while her mate took his flight in search of food for his family. When the mother approached the nest, she was surprised at not hearing as usual the chirping of her young ones; and what was her astonishment at seeing them all crowded together, trembling with apprehension! "What is the matter, my nestlings," said she, "that I find you in this terror?" "Oh, my dear mother," cried Robin, who first ventured to raise up his head, "is it you?" Pecksy then revived, and entreated her mother to come into the nest, which she did without delay; and the little tremblers crept under her wings, endeavouring to conceal themselves in this happy retreat.

"What has terrified you in this manner?" said she. "Oh! I do not know," replied Dicky; "but we have seen such a monster as I never beheld before," "A monster, my dear? pray describe it." "I cannot," said Dicky; "it was too frightful to be described." "Frightful indeed!" cried Robin; "but I had a full view of it, and will give the best description I can. We were all sitting peaceably in the nest, and very

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 Rh happy together; Dicky and I were trying to sing, when suddenly we heard a noise against the wall, and presently a great round red face appeared before the nest, with a pair of enormous staring eyes, a very large beak, and below that a wide mouth with two rows of bones, that looked as if they could grind us all to pieces in an instant. About the top of this round face, and round the sides, hung something black, but not like feathers. When the two staring eyes had looked at us for some time, the whole thing disappeared."

"I cannot at all conceive from your description, Robin, what this thing could be," said the mother; "but perhaps it may come again." "Oh! I hope not!" cried Flapsy; "I shall die with fear if it does." "Why so, my love?" said her mother; "has it done you any harm?" "I cannot say it has" replied Flapsy. "Well, then, you do very wrong, my dear, in giving way to such apprehensions. You must strive to get the better of this fearful disposition. When you go abroad in the world you will see many strange objects, and if you are terrified at every appearance which you cannot account for, you will live a most unhappy life. Endeavour to be good, and then you need not fear anything. But here comes your father; perhaps he will be able to explain

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{{Hoyt quote | num = 2 | text = They [corporations] feel neither shame, remorse, gratitude, nor goodwill. | author = Hazlitt | work = Table Talks. | place = Essay XXVII. | seealso = (See also {{sc|Coke}})

{{Hoyt quote | num = 3 | text = Those that are above business. Mathew Henry—Commentaries. Matthew XX. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 86 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Ill ware is never cheap. | author = Herbert | work = Jacula Prudentum. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 86 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Pleasing ware is half sold. | author = Herbert | work = Jacula Prudentum. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 86 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = The potter is at enmity with the potter. Hesiod—Works and Days. | seealso = (See also {{sc|Gat}}) | topic = | page = 86 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Mr. Howel Walsh, in a corporation case tried at the Tralee assizes, observed that a corporation cannot blush. It was a body, it was true; had certainly a head—a new one every year—an annual acquisition of intelligence in every new lord mayor. Arms he supposed it had, and very long ones too, for it could reach at anything. Legs, of course, when it made such long strides. A throat to swallow the rights of the community, and a stomach to digest them. But who ever yet discovered, in the anatomy of any corporation, either bowels or a heart? Hone. In his Table-Book. | seealso = (See also {{sc|Coke)

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Quod medicorum est Promittunt medici, tractant fabrilia fabri. Physicians attend to the business of physicians, and workmen handle the tools of workmen. Horace—Epistles. II. 1. 115. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 86 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Sed tamen amoto quseramus seria ludo. Setting raillery aside, let us attend to serious matters. Horace—Satires. I. 1. 27. | note = | topic = | page = 86 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Aliena negotia euro, Excussus propriis. I attend to the business of other people, having lost my own. Horace—Satires. II. 3. 19. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 86 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Whose merchants are princes. Isaiah. XXIII. 8. | note = | topic = | page = 86 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Trade's proud empire hastes to swift decay. | author = Samuel Johnson | work = Line added to Goldsmith's Deserted Village. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 86 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = The sign brings customers. La Fontaine—Fables. The Fortune Tellers. | place = Bk. VII. Fable 15. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 86 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Business today consists in persuading crowds. Gerald Stanley Leb—Crowds. | place = Bk. II. Ch.V. | note = | topic = | page = 86 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = It is never the machines that are dead. It is only the mechanically-minded men that are dead. Gerald Stanley Lee—Crowds. Pt. II. Ch.V. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 86 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Machinery is the subconscious mind of the world. Gerald Stanley Lee—Crowds. Pt. II. Ch.vm. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 86 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = A man's success in business today turns upon his power of getting people to believe he has something that they want. | author = Gerald Stanley Lee | work = Crowds. | place = Bk. II. Ch.DC. | note = | topic = | page = 86 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Consilia callida et audacia prima specie laeta, tractatu dura, eventu tristia sunt. Hasty and adventurous schemes are at first view nattering, in execution difficult, and in the issue disastrous. Livy—Annales. XXXV. 32. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 86 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = There is no better ballast for keeping the mind steady on its keel, and saving it from all risk of crankiness, than business. | author = Lowell | work = Among My Books. New England Two Centuries Ago. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 86 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Everybody's business is nobody's business. Macaulay—Essay on Hattam's Constit. Hist. Quoted as an old maxim. | seealso = (See also {{sc|Walton}}) | topic = | page = 86 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = As touching corporations, that they were invisible, immortal and that they had no soul, therefor no supcena lieth against them, because they have no conscience or soul. Sir Roger Manwood, Chief Baron of the Exchequer. (1592) See Dictionary of National Biography. | seealso = (See also {{sc|Coke}}) | topic = | page = 86 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = You silly old fool, you don't even know the alphabet of your own silly old business. Attributed to Judge Maule. | seealso = (See also {{sc|Chesterfield}}) | topic = | page = 86 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = A blind bargain. Merrie Tales of the Madmen of Gottam. (1630) No. 13. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 86 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Curse on the man who business first designed. And by't enthralled a freeborn lover's mind! Oldham—Complaining of Absence. 11. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 86 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Negotii sibi qui volet vim parare, Navem et mulierem, hsec duo compare to. Nam nulla? magis res duse plus negotii Habent, forte si occeperis exomare. Neque unquam satis hse duse res ornantur, Neque eis ulla ornandi satis satietas est. Who wishes to give himself an abundance ol business let him equip these two things, a ship and a woman. For no two things involve more business, if you have begun to fit them out. Nor are these two things ever sufficiently adorned, nor is any excess of adornment, enough for them. Plautus—Pcenulys. I. 2. 1


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{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Keep your shop, and your shop will keep you. Sir William Turner. Steeler in Spectator No. 509. That which is everybody's business, is nobody's business. Izaak Walton—Compleat Angler. Pt. I. Ch. II. Quoted. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 87 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = A silly old man who did not understand even his silly old trade. Lord Westbury, of a witness from the Heralds' College. | seealso = (See also {{sc|Chesterfield}}) | topic = | page = 87 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = The way to stop financial "joy-riding" is to arrest the chauffeur, not the automobile. Woodrow Wilson. See Richard Linthicum—Wit and Wisdom of Woodrow Wilson.

BUTCHERING

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Whoe'er has gone thro' London street, Has seen a butcher gazing at his meat, And how he keeps Gloating upon a sheep's Or bullock's personals, as if his own; How he admires his halves And quarters—and his calves, As if in truth upon his own legs grown. Hood—A Butcher. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 87 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Who finds the heifer dead and bleeding fresh And sees fast by a butcher with an axe, But will suspect 'twas he that made the slaughter? Henry VI. Pt. II. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 188. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 87 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Why, that's spoken like an honest drovier; so they sell bullocks. Much Ado About Nothing. Act II. Sc. 1. L. 201. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 87 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = The butcher in his killing clothes. Walt Whitman—The WorHngmm. Pt. VL St. 32. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 87 }}


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v. Tosef. Ohol. XIII, 3 (ed. Zuck. ) v..

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, Var. Sifré Deut. 80 (v. ed. Friedm. a. l. note 3), read (toga) or   Roman toga.

m. (, optio; Perl. Et. St. p. 103; D. C. Lat. s. v.) commissary, quartermaster in the Roman army. Y. Sabb. VI, 8$c$ bot. a Roman quarterm. came and made him stand behind him (in the public convenience).

m. (b. h.;, √ to swell; cmp. ) melon. Maasr. I, 5.—Pl. . Ib. 4 ; a. fr.

ch. same.—Pl. , . Targ. O. Num. XI, 5. Y. Snh. VII, end, 25$d$.

, v..

abbr. of.

pr. n. m. Abtinas. Beth. Abt., name of a priestly family who had the secret for preparing the frank-incense for the Temple. Yoma III, 11; I, 5; a. e.

. (=; ) idleness, waste. Y. Bets. V, 63$b$ a light burning to no purpose. Y. Shebi. VII, 37$c$ top for the loss of time.

pr. n. m. Abtalion (Greco-Romanized by Josephus, Pollio), name of a Chief Justice of the Sanhedrial court in the days of Hyrcan II and of Herod. Aboth I, 10; 11. Eduyoth I, 3. Yoma 71$b$; a. e.

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m. (b. h.; ) early stage of ripening, esp. of grains; season of beginning barley-crop; also the offering of the first fruits (on Passover). R. Hash. 2l$a$ (ref. to Deut. XVI, 1) observe the ripening of the equinoctial season that it be in the month of Nissan (rule for intercalation). Men. 84$a$; a. fr.

,, ch. same. Targ. O. Lev. II, l4; Ex. XIII, 4; a. e.—Snh. ll$b$; Y. ib. I, 18$d$ top the season of ripening has not yet come. [Y. Maasr. V, 52$a$, read .] — Pl. (adj.),. Targ. O. Ex. IX, 31 (ed. Berl. sing.).

, f. (b.h. ; ) 1) lost or missed object. the keeper of a lost object waiting for its owner to claim it B. Mets. 29$a$ ; a. fr.— the owner of the lost thing. Kid. 2$b$  the owner hunts for what he has lost, i. e. man woos woman (allud. to Gen. II, 21); a. fr.— M. Kat. 25$b$ Ms. M. (ed. ) weep for the losers, but not for the lost (deceased). — 2) loss, decrease. decrease of physical strength. Yoma 74$b$.—(Y. ib. VIII, 44$d$ top read).

m. (cacophemism for q. v.), =) prop. their place of ruin, cacophemism for meeting-place, gathering for idolatrous purposes and performances connected with idolatrous feasts (games, &c.) which the Jews, under Hadrian, were forced to attend. Sabb. 152$a$. Ab. Zar. 17$b$. — Transf. meeting place of early Christians where religious controversies used to be held. Sabb. 116$a$  Christian writings. Ib.  Rab would not attend a Be-Abedan, Samuel would.

pr. n. m. Abidarna, gentile friend of R. Yuda. Ab. Zar. 65$a$ top. [Ms. M., Var. ; v. Rabb. D. S. a. l.]

f. ch.=h. . Targ. Ex. XXII, 8, a. e. B. Mets. 23$a$; 27$b$; 28$b$.

,, v. a..

, pr. n. m. (Bar) Abyu, name of a renowned obituary poët. Yeb. 103$a$; M. Kat. 25$b$ Ar. (ed., , Ms. Var. , , v. Rabb. D. S. a. l. note).

m. (b. h., ) poor, distressed. Lev. R. s. 34 (etymol.) he is called ebyon, (Yalk. a. l. ) because he longs for everything. Gen. R. s. 71. B. Mets. 111$b$.

f. (b. h., ) caper-tree, or caper-berry, so called from the stimulating effects of its seed.—Pl. . Maasr. IV, 6; a. e.

f. pl. dial. for. Tosef, Kel. B. Kam. II, 2 (ed. Zuck. ).

f. (denom. of want, distress. Midr. Till. to Ps. LXX, end.

, pr. n. pl. Bé-Ebyoné (Poor-House); Rashi. B. Kam. 117$a$. [Ms. M., Ms. F. , Hal. G'dol.. Ms. ; v. Rabb. D. S. a. l.—Prob. a corrupt. of, v. .]

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24 lightning—that I could scarcely credit it when I saw the deer twirling and turning over at my horse's heels. Dismounting to secure him, it was some time before his muscular action was sufficiently overcome to allow me to use my knife. He struggled and kicked; I set down my gun, the better to master him. In the midst of my employment, crack went Geordy's second barrel, nearer than the first, and "''mind! mind!''" followed the discharge. Before I could drop my knife and gain my feet another deer was upon me! He followed directly in the track of the former and passed between my horse and me, so near that I might have bayoneted him! Where was my gun? Lost in the broom grass! What a trial! I looked all around in an instant, and spying it where it lay, caught it eagerly up—the deer had disappeared! It flashed across me that underneath these myrtles the limbs excluded from the sun had decayed, and that in the vistas thus formed a glimpse of the deer might yet be gained. In an instant I am on my knees, darting the most anxious glances along the vista; the flash of a tail is seen—I fire—a struggle is heard—I press forward through the interlacing branches—and to my joy and surprise, another deer is mine! Taking him by the legs, I drag him to the spot where the other lay. Then it was my turn to sound a "vaunty" peal! Geordy pealed in answer, and soon appeared dragging a deer of his own (having missed one of those that I had killed). Three deer were started—they were all at our feet—and that without the aid of a dog! It was the work of five minutes! We piled them in a heap, covered them with branches and myrtle bushes, and tasked our horns to the uttermost to recall the field. One by one the hounds came in, smelt at the myrtle bushes, seemed satisfied, though puzzled, wagged their tails, and coiling themselves each in his proper bed, lay down to sleep. Yet had any stranger approached that myrtle-covered mound every back would have bristled, and a fierce cry of


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Rh defiance would have broken forth from every tongue, then so mute. At last came Loveleap, fagged, and somewhat fretted by his ill success. "I have been blowing till I've split my wind, and not a dog has come to my horn. How came you thrown out? and why have you kept such an incessant braying of horns? Why, how is this? the dogs are here?"

"Yes! they have shown their sense in coming to us; there's been butchery hereabouts!"

"One of P——'s cattle killed by the runaways, I suppose." "Will you lend us your boy to bring a cart?" I said.

"Certainly, says Loveleap; "it will make such a feast for the dogs; but where is the cow?" "Here!" says Geordy, kicking off the myrtle screen and revealing to the sight of his astonished comrade our three layers of venison! Oh, you should have seen Loveleap's face!

The cart is brought, and our four deer are soon on their way home. Do you think we accompanied them? No! We were so merciless as to meditate still further havoc. The day was so little spent—and as our hands were in, and there was just in the next drive an overgrown old buck who often had the insolence to baffle us—no! we must take a drive at him! Again the hounds are thrown into cover, headed by our remaining driver; but in the special object of our move we failed—the buck had decamped. Still, the fortune of the day attended us; and an inquisitive old turkey gobbler, having ventured to peep at Geordy where he lay in ambush, was sprawled by a shot from his gun and was soon seen dangling from his saddlebow.

This closed our hunt. And now that we have a moment's breathing time, tell me, brother sportsmen who may chance to read this veritable history, has it ever been your fortune, in a