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The Florida Bar
The Florida Bar News
December 15, 2012
Advertising Update
Prepared by the Staff of The Standing Committee on Advertising
Recent Decisions Of The Board Of Governors On Advertising
March, July and October 2012
The Board of Governors of The Florida Bar considers appeals from opinions of the Standing Committee on Advertising. The Board's decisions on advertising issues at its most recent meeting are as follows:
1. Misleading Information in Advertisements
a. Rule 4-7.2(c)(1) provides that "A lawyer shall not make or permit to be made a false, misleading, deceptive, or unfair communication about the lawyer or the lawyer's services." The board affirmed the committee's decision determining that it is impermissible for an attorney to use an illustration on his business card used to promote his practice in seeking appointments to perform private trial resolution of a silhouette of a faceless person in judicial robes on a bench because it is misleading in violation of Rule 4-7.2(c)(1) because it implies that the attorney is a sitting judge. Additionally, the board recommended that the attorney may use the following statement in advertisements, "John Doe, available to serve as private trial resolution judge" because the statute allowing private trial resolution requires that an eligible lawyer be appointed in each individual matter and does not provide for an ongoing status as a private trial resolution judge.
b. The board reversed the Standing Committee on Advertising's opinion determining that a captive law firm in which all the lawyers are salaried employees of an insurance company who represent insureds may hold itself out as "Smith and Jones" where the two named lawyers jointly supervise all the other lawyers in the insurance company unit as long as the name "Smith and Jones" is accompanied by a disclosure that they are salaried employees of the insurance company and meet all the requirements of Rule 4-7.9(g).
2. Quality of Legal Services
The board affirmed the Standing Committee on Advertising's opinion that the following italicized language describes or characterizes the quality of the services being offered and therefore is prohibited by Rule 4-7.2(c)(2):
- Board Certification is synonymous with the term 'specialist or expert' because of its high standards for professional excellence.
3. Past Successes
Rule 4-7.2(c)(1)(F) prohibits any statement in lawyer advertising that contains any reference to past successes or results obtained. The board voted to reverse the Standing Committee on Advertising's opinion determining that the website address AbogadosconResultados.com
(English: AttorneyswithResults.com) appearing in a radio advertisement and found that the address is permissible because the website address does not refer to any particular result and because the term is neutral.
4. Lawyer Referral Services
The board affirmed the Standing Committee on Advertising's decision that a lawyer referral service may not have a fee arrangement with participating lawyers, in which lawyers pay a fixed fee of $300 to the lawyer referral service for each case accepted as a referral from the service and which the lawyer bills to the client as a cost as it constitutes a division or sharing of fees with a nonlawyer in violation of Rule 4-7.10(a)(2) and 4-5.4(a).
Recent Decisions Of The Standing Committee On Advertising
May, August and September 2012
May, August and September 2012
At the committee's recent meeting it made the following decisions on appeals from staff opinions on lawyer advertising:
1. Misleading Information in Advertisements
a. Rule 4-7.2(c)(1)(A) provides that "A lawyer shall not make or permit to be made a false, misleading, deceptive communication about the lawyer or the lawyer"s services. A communication violates this rule if it: (A) contains a material misrepresentation of fact or law[.]"
The committee found that the following use of a plural pronoun is misleading in violation of Rule 4-7.2(c)(1)(A) because the attorney is a sole practitioner:
Ask us about payment options!
b. Additionally, the committee determined that the following language is misleading in violation of Rule 4-7.2(c)(1), in a proposed arrangement with CPAs to hire the CPAs for a contingent fee of $1000 per successful claim for clients referred to the law firm by the CPA in BP Oil administrative claims, because the lawyer is not permitted under the Rules of Professional Conduct to enter into the proposed working arrangement with a non-lawyer:
Are you interested in a working relationship with a law firm that has potential to generate revenue for your CPA firm and your clients?
What you can do to help your firm and its clients.
Inform your client about the opportunity to file a claim.
Your client spends about 10 minutes providing us information and gathering documents.
Once we are hired, you provide us with your client"s financial documentation, sign our certification that you prepared same (we provide a form), and send us an invoice.
Our firm prepares and argues the claim, and assuming we have a successful claim:
The committee determined that the advertisement, which offers to pay CPA firms at a rate of $1000 per client of the CPA firm referred to the law firm in BP Oil Administrative claims cases, violates Rule 4-7.2(c)(14) which prohibits an attorney from giving something of value in exchange for a referral.
c. The committee found that the following italicized statement is not misleading in violation of Rule 4-7.2(c)(1)(A) because insurance companies are not actual persons capable of caring:
And now I've got an insurance company that doesn't seem to care. That's because they don't.
2. Past Successes
Rule 4-7.2(c)(1)(F) prohibits any statement in lawyer advertising that contains any reference to past successes or results obtained. The committee determined that the following language refers to past successes or results in violation of Rule 4-7.2(c)(1)(F) because the word "successfully" is vague and not subject to objective verification:
- Over his 37-year career, [attorney] has successfully handled accident cases involving claims against Toyota, Nissan, Chrysler, Michelin, manufacturers of failed smoke detectors, batteries, and shoes, negligent healthcare providers, and hundreds of motorcycle, truck, and automobile claims.
3. Board Certification
The committee determined that the statement "Get an Expert," without indicating which lawyer in the firm is board certified, improperly claims firm certification in violation of Rule 4-7.2(c)(6) and 6-3.4(c).
4. Direct Mail
a. The committee determined that the language "NOTICE: LAWSUIT FILED AGAINST YOUR BUSINESS" on the outside of the envelope in a direct mail communication reveals the nature of the prospective client's legal problem in violation of Rule 4-7.4(b)(2)(J).
b. Additionally, the committee determined that the use of a self-mailer for foreclosure and loan modification cases that has perforated tear-off sides and cross hatching on the reverse side of the envelope is not misleading for two proposed envelopes: one with the return address using just the firm's name and one with the firm's name with "Information Enclosed"; but affirmed staff's opinion that the self-mailer with perforated tear-off sides and cross hatching on the reverse side using the firm name with tracking # and record ID is misleading because it is deceptively similar to a communication from a financial institution or government entity.
The information provided in this article is for educational purposes. The content of any advertisement noted in this article may constitute the intellectual property of the advertising lawyer or another person and use of any of the content of the advertisements may require permission of the copyright holder. If you have any questions regarding lawyer advertising, call the Ethics Hotline at 1-800-235-8619 and we will be happy to assist you. You may also review the advertising rules and sample advertisements on the Bar's website at www.flabar.org.
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As if tax payers don't have enough to pay for, Obama wants to continue funding this illegal criminal organization. But then again, ACORN is his team!
As if tax payers don't have enough to pay for, Obama wants to continue funding this illegal criminal organization. But then again, ACORN is his team!
"All those things bother me: The populism, the lying and the scapegoating and the xenophobia bother me, but then theres a layer of incompetence here. I suppose, in a way, we should be thankful: If he had a coherent ideology, hed probably be more dangerous." P J O'Rourke
Uncle Sam's Plantation gets bigger and bigger everyday!
Ah yes, another example of The Big Lie from the right wing echo chamber. The $8.5 billion ACORN fright fantasy started with an article in the American Spectator that basically assumed that any funds allocated in the stimulus package for community development block grants would (potentially) go to ACORN. Of course, this ignores the fact that ACORN has no significant track record of ever seeking or receiving Federal grants, but when hysteria is your goal, never let facts stand in the way.
As it was, the specific programs identified as possible "ACORN" funds in the original bill were finally adopted in much smaller numbers. In fact, none of those funds have gone to ACORN. That has done nothing to curb the lie machine from continuing to drag out the same numbers over and over again.
The notion of The Big Lie began with the Nazis -- first Hitler and then Goebbels. In Mein Kampf, Hitler described it as a lie so colossal that no one would believe that someone "could have the impudence to distort the truth so infamously". Needless to say, Hitler was accusing Jews of this tactic just as Goebbels later accused England. The $8.5 billion lie is simply one more example of the propaganda that now seems to dominate right wing commentary (right along with claims that Obama is not a citizen).
Since it wasn't 8.5 Billion I guess I shouldn't believe the reports about registration abuse, partisan politics, and the other unethical and illegal acts that ACORN has been involved in. They don't need to make up more stuff about ACORN what they HAVE done is enough.
Huntsman Tollers
Matt & Julie Martin
ACORN, and apparently Yardley, would have you believe that ACORN does not receive Federal money or isn't eligible to receive Federal money. Don't believe it. ACORN is a web of interrelated corporations. Their sister corporation, ACORN Housing Corporation, has indeed been on the receiving end of millions of dollars of Federal grants since '94. ACORN's Alfred E. Newman "What, us take Federal money? No way!" parsing of the facts is as disingenous as if the NRA came out and said they didn't lobby politicians for gun rights (because technically it is the NRA-ILA who does all the lobbying). I'm disappointed in you Yardley for blindly pimping ACORN's party line, but then again, I'm sure you can think of numerous meanings of the word "is", too.
I'll take the river down to still water and ride a pack of dogs.
ACORN is an umbrella organization that provides a mix of direct services through a variety of related subsidiaries (one of which does voter registration), and a central organization that openly lobbies on behalf of the poor. It has been targeted for hate campaigns by the right because of its effectiveness in getting poor people to not only register to vote but to come to the polls and exercise teir democratic rights. While there are thousands of demonstrated cases where election officials effectively excluded legitimate voters from voting by challenging their votes on a variety of pretexts and through unannounced voter purges, I am not aware of anyone that cast an illegal vote because of fraudulent data submitted by ACORN.
The fact is that voter registration drives never verify voter registration information and are required by the laws of most states to submit all forms completed whether they believe those forms to be valid or not (Around me there was a case recently that was buried where a GOP run registration drive failed to submit applications from voters that said they were Democrats. Those people thought they were registered but arrived at the polls to find they were not. Party officials said it was an accident.). Election officials have exclusive authority to investigate the registration information. They may challenge it and require a challenged individual to prove his/her identity at the polls and file a provisional ballot pending court determination of eligibility. Many states have adopted verification strategies that are known to produce a high proportion of invalid challenges. In Florida, for example, the election commissioner ordered the use of a standard for challenging a voter as a felon that was very loose and based on simple similarity of names. Thousand of voters were turned away as a result. In Ohio, new registrations were subjected to a consistency check across state files and any discrepancies in name spelling or address information resulted in exclusion. Had this same standard been applied to all registrations, total chaos would have ensued. As it is, Federal courts overruled most of these actions because the pattern of exclusions was capricious.
Personally, I see no reason for pre-registration for voting. The primary purposes of registration laws has historically been to exclude otherwise valid voters. It should be sufficient to show up at the polls with evidence of identity and residence and vote at that time.
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http://spreadsheets.google.com/pub?k...nzsefnJQ&gid=0 You'll note on that list that there are 8 or 9 different ACORN organizations, all with slightly different names, but all connected to the umbrella ACORN organization. I guess your previous claim that they don't ask for, or receive Federal money was "poorly calibrated."
I'll take the river down to still water and ride a pack of dogs.

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It was announced today that initial contracts for the 2nd World Mind Sports Games to be held in Manchester from 12th to 25 August 2012 have now been signed.
It is expected that there will be at least as many Go events as in the 1st WMSG in Beijing in 2008.
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If I find a match I will make color scans of the documents in the file. I will then upload them in JPG format to the Genlighten website so that you can view and/or download them.
If I don't find a match in the index, I will tell you which index I searched and share any notes I made while viewing it.
There's no way to tell what will be in the file until I look at it but probate files often include a document called "Proof of Heirship" which names heirs. They may also include a will and copies of claims against the estate. Sometimes the claims include medical or funeral bills.
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Tide complete his FC this Past weekend at LRC Field Trial. Way to Go!!!! Now he is FC-AFC Rebel Ridge Cosmic Rise "n Fall MH.
Tide complete his FC this Past weekend at LRC Field Trial. Way to Go!!!! Now he is FC-AFC Rebel Ridge Cosmic Rise "n Fall MH.
Never confuse activity with success.
"Ummmmmmm Isn't a word." Judge Judy
congrats! way to represent us other brown dogs. now when can we start to expect some "little" tides?!?
Super congrats to Jeff and Lynn, way to go! Tide........"good boy"!
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Brownstone's Harley- "Harley" 7/29/2009 (By CH Woodhull's Roger That)
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Good Idea's The Cutting Edge- "Edge" 9/29/2014 (Grady x Good Idea's Touch of Class)
That is just great! I remember watching Tide run in a Q, down in GA I think. He was way cool then, now look!
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Great Job, I like that they had time to put a MH on the end. Ties the whole name together
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"They's Just DAWGS"; "I train dogs, Not papers"
"Hunting is a skill to be learned whether you do it early or late it still needs to be learned"
GMRH-I HRCH Quick MH (most importantly Duck/Upland Enthusiast) Rip. July-2014
GMHR HRCH Lakota MH (most importantly Upland/Duck Enthusiast)
MHR HR Storm SH (Beginning Upland & Waterfowl Enthusiast)
Congratulations that is awesome! Any chance you could post some pictures of him? I would love to see what he looks like.
Congrats Jeff and Lynn
Congratulations....a nice achievement!
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Orlando, FL, July 26, 2005 - Olympus has announced the availability of the new Olympus Urine Chemistry Calibrator DR0090. It is designed for the calibration of urine assays on the full line of Olympus chemistry-immuno analyzers, including the AU400/400e®, AU600®, AU640/640e®, AU2700® and AU5400®.
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This single point, ready to use liquid calibrator provides true calibration for all urine chemistries including Calcium Arsenazo, Calcium oCPC, Creatinine, Glucose, Magnesium, Phosphorus, Urea, Uric Acid, and Urine Protein.
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Hi all, I'm stumped for a call name and I'd appreciate your help on a name for a female pup.
I have a litter of puppies and I'm keeping a female. My new Kennel name is "Born To Run" and I'm thinking "She's the one" for the CKC registered name. If you are a Bruce Springsteen fan you will pick on those names from an album and song titles. I'd entertain a new registered name too if I could find something with the Springsteen theme.
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CCIMS facilitates interaction between industry, students, and marketing faculty, creates experiential learning opportunities, and enables real world problem solving to drive excellence in marketing education at the McCombs School of Business. As a result, marketing executives will have access to fresh and creative ideas, our students will be better prepared to exceed industry expectations upon graduation, Marketing will be a leading program at McCombs, and our faculty research will be informed by industry's pressing challenges. Get further information on CCIMS and sponsorship.
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Posted on 19 Mar 2011 by Taylor Smith.
Think the presence of Eric Gordon may have something to do with the Clippers' success? Los Angeles improved to 15-5 in games in which Gordon has played since December 17 with a 100-92 win over the Cleveland Cavaliers Saturday afternoon at Staples Center. Gordon, the Clippers' leading scorer for the season, returned from a right wrist injury to score 29 points, including six three-point buckets....


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I was at a show last weekend and some dealers had early shipments of this set from Rittenhouse Archives, due out any day now . . . so I picked up 2 boxes and WOW what a cool set !
Base set of 81 cards, two chase sets of 9 cards each, and another chase set of 27 cards.
To top it off, each box has THREE autograph cards. :Ogre:
The box says 2 autographs on the outside but I spoke to a rep from Rittenhouse at the show and she said that when they decided to lower the production run, they had enough for 3 autos per box so they went that route.


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WonderCon, one of the country's best comics and popular arts conventions, celebrates its 25th anniversary in 2011. Since moving to San Francisco in 2003, WonderCon has continued to grow each year. 2010 saw over 39,000 people at the event, with hundreds of professionals in attendance. The 2011 event will be held April 13 at Moscone Center South in the heart of San Francisco.
Check it out at http://www.comic-con.org/wc/
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The purchasing department will sponsor the 11th annual Vendor Fair from 10 a.m. to 2 p.m. Tuesday, Nov. 1, in Dillon Gym.
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Face it, someone is going to be "insulted" no matter what is said. I prefer to look at how it is said and dwell less on the what. Some of what is said is downright funny, and a good laugh is always welcome.
For the record: I have no problem with the Redskins, Fighting Sioux, Badgers, Gamecocks, Vi-Queens, Volunteers or any of the other thousand nicknames out there. I do have a problem when people cherry pick what they consider insulting or degrading and then rail aganst someone else when they use words or phrases or nicknames "they" consider insulting or degrading.
And I'm glad you don't think I am "that stupid". I just don't know how I could carry on if you did.
Never trust a dog to watch your food!
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Chesapeake Bay Retrievers since 1981
The only thing OFFENSIVE about the "Washington Redskins" is the Washington part!!!!!
I vote that they should change their name to the Capitol Niggards - under Snyder the product fielded does not represent the storied history of the Redskins .
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JMA wants Jamaicans to support local products
KINGSTON, Jamaica (JIS) - President of the Jamaica Manufacturers' Association (JMA) Brian Pengelley is encouraging Jamaicans to support locally made products, in an effort to boost the country's economic development.
"We have to believe and support our own. Foreign does not mean better...we can make a change by becoming self sufficient and buying what is made here by Jamaican investors and Jamaican workers," he said.
Pengelley was speaking at a ceremony, today, where two Memoranda of Understanding (MoUs) were signed between the Bureau of Standards Jamaica (BSJ) and the Jamaica Manufacturers' Association (JMA); and the BSJ and the Jamaica Business Development Corporation (JBDC), at the Ministry of Industry, Investment and Commerce in Kingston.
Through the MoUs, the BSJ has partnered with the two entities to assist them with implementing standards and/or quality systems within their members.
The JMA president argued that locally made products are of equal quality to those that are imported, as local manufacturers abide by guidelines to ensure high quality products.
"We are living in very difficult times, but we can all make a difference by one simple action - buy Jamaica! Our manufacturers are governed by stringent quality standards, so you can be assured that the goods produced in Jamaica by our own people are of equal quality to an import," he said.
Turning to another matter, he said the JMA intends to work closely with the BSJ to ensure that imported products are complying with local standards.
"We cannot hold our local manufacturers to certain standards whilst allowing substandard products to enter Jamaica," he said.


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MY first recollections are of some infantine impressions which were in abeyance for a long course of years, and then revived an inexplicable way,—as by a flash of lightning over a far horizon in the night. There is no doubt of the genuineness of the remembrance, as the facts could not have been told me by any one else. I remember standing on the threshold of a cottage, holding fast by the doorpost, and putting my foot down, in repeated attempts to reach the ground. Having accomplished the step, I toddled (I remember the uncertain feeling) to a tree before the door, and tried to clasp and get round it; but the rough bark hurt my hands. At night of the same day, in bed, I was disconcerted by the coarse feel of the sheets,—so much less smooth and cold than those at home; and I was alarmed by the creaking of the bedstead when I moved. It was a turn‐up bedstead in a cottage, or small farm‐house at Carleton, where I was sent for my health, being a delicate child. My mother's account of things was that I was all but starved to death in the first weeks of my life,—the wetnurse being very poor, and holding on to her good place after her milk was going or gone. The discovery was made when I was three months old, and when I was fast page: 8 sinking under diarrhœa. My bad health during my whole childhood and youth, and even my deafness, was always ascribed by my mother to this. However it might be about that, my health certainly was very bad till I was nearer thirty than twenty years of age; and never was poor mortal cursed with a more beggarly nervous system. The long years of indigestion by day and night‐mare terrors are mournful to think of now.—Milk has radically disagreed with me, all my life: but when I was a child, it was a thing unheard of for children not to be fed on milk: so, till I was old enough to have tea at breakfast, I went on having a horrid lump at my throat for hours of every morning, and the most terrific oppressions in the night. Sometimes the dim light of the windows in the night seemed to advance till it pressed upon my eyeballs, and then the windows would seem to recede to an infinite distance. If I laid my hand under my head on the pillow, the hand seemed to vanish almost to a point, while the head grew as big as a mountain. Sometimes I was panic struck at the head of the stairs, and was sure I could never get down; and I could never cross the yard to the garden without flying and panting, and fearing to look behind, because a wild beast was after me. The starlight sky was the worst; it was always coming down, to stifle and crush me, and rest upon my head. I do not remember any dread of thieves or ghosts in particular; but things as I actually saw them were dreadful to me; and it now appears to me that I had scarcely any respite from the terror. My fear of persons was as great as any other. To the best of my belief, the first person I was ever not afraid of was Aunt Kentish, who won my heart and my confidence when I was sixteen. My heart was ready enough to flow out; and it often did: but I always repented of such expansion, the next time I dreaded to meet a human face.—It now occurs to me, and it may be worth while to note it,—what the extremest terror of all was about. We were often sent to walk on the Castle Hill at Norwich. In the wide area below, the residents were wont to expose their feather‐beds, and to beat them with a stick. That sound,—a dull shock,—used to make my heart stand still: and it was no use my standing at the rails above, and page: 9 seeing the process. The striking of the blow and the arrival of the sound did not correspond; and this made matters worse. I hated that walk; and I believe for that reason. My parents knew nothing of all this. It never occurred to me to speak of anything I felt most: and I doubt whether they ever had the slightest idea of my miseries. It seems to me now that a little closer observation would have shown them the causes of the bad health and fitful temper which gave them so much anxiety on my account; and I am sure that a little more of the cheerful tenderness which was in those days thought bad for children, would have saved me from my worst faults, and from a world of suffering.
My hostess and nurse at the above‐mentioned cottage was a Mrs. Merton, who was, as was her husband, a Methodist or melancholy Calvinist of some sort. The family story about was that I came home the absurdest little preacher of my years (between two and three) that ever was. I used to nod my head emphatically, and say "Never ky for tyfles:" "Dooty fust, and pleasure afterwards," and so forth: and I sometimes got courage to edge up to strangers, and ask them to give me—"a maxim." Almost before I could join letters, I got some sheets of paper,and folded them into a little square book, and wrote, in double lines, two or three in a page, my beloved maxims. I believe this was my first effort at book‐making. It was probably what I picked up at Carleton that made me so intensely religious as I certainly was from a very early age. The religion was of a bad sort enough, as might be expected from the urgency of my needs; but I doubt whether I could have got through without it. I pampered my vain‐glorious propensities by dreams of divine favor, to make up for my utter deficiency of self‐respect: and I got rid of otherwise incessant remorse by a most convenient confession and repentance, which relieved my nerves without at all, I suspect, improving my conduct.
To revert to my earliest recollections:—I certainly could hardly walk alone when our nursemaid took us,—including my sister Elizabeth, who was eight years older than myself,—an unusual walk; through a lane, (afterwards called by us the page: 10 "Spinner's Lane") where some Miss Taskers, acquaintances of Elizabeth's and her seniors, were lodging, in a cottage which had a fir grove behind it. Somebody set me down at the foot of a fir, where I was distressed by the slight rising of the ground at the root, and by the long grass, which seemed a terrible entanglement. I looked up the tree, and was scared at its height, and at that of so many others. I was comforted with a fir‐cone; and then one of the Miss Taskers caught me up in her arms and kissed me; and I was too frightened to cry till we got away.—I was not more than two years old when an impression of touch occurred to me which remains vivid to this day. It seems indeed as if impressions of touch were at that age more striking than those from the other senses. I say this from observation of others besides myself; for my own case is peculiar in that matter. Sight, hearing and touch were perfectly good in early childhood; but I never had the sense of smell; and that of taste was therefore exceedingly imperfect. On the occasion I refer to, I was carried down a flight of steep back stairs, and Rachel (a year and half older than I) clung to the nursemaid's gown, and Elizabeth was going before, (still quite a little girl) when I put down my finger ends to feel a flat velvet button on the top of Rachel's bonnet. The rapture of the sensation was really monstrous, as I remember it now. Those were our mourning bonnets for a near relation; and this marks the date, proving me to have been only two years old.
I was under three when my brother James was born. That day was another of the distinct impressions which flashed upon me in after years. I found myself within the door of the best bedroom,—an impressive place from being seldom used, from its having a dark, polished floor, and from the awful large gay figures of the chintz bed hangings. That day the curtains were drawn, the window blinds were down, and an unknown old woman, in a mob cap, was at the fire, with a bundle of flannel in her arms. She beckoned to me, and I tried to go, though it seemed impossible to cross the slippery floor. I seem to hear now the paltering of my feet. When I arrived at her knee, the page: 11 nurse pushed out with her foot a tiny chair, used as a footstool, made me sit down on it, laid the bundle of flannel across my knees, and opened it so that I saw the little red face of the baby. I then found out that there was somebody in the bed,—seeing a nightcap on the pillow. This was on the 21st of April, 1805. I have a distinct recollection of some incidents of that summer. My mother did not recover well from her confinement, and was sent to the sea, at Yarmouth. On our arrival there, my father took me along the old jetty,—little knowing what terror I suffered. I remember the strong grasp of his large hand being some comfort; but there were holes in the planking of the jetty quite big enough to let my foot through; and they disclosed the horrible sight of waves flowing and receding below, and great tufts of green weeds swaying to and fro. I remember the sitting room at our lodgings, and my mother's dress as she sat picking shrimps, and letting me try to help her.—Of all my many fancies, perhaps none was so terrible as a dream that I had at four years old. The impression is as fresh as possible now; but I cannot at all understand what the fright was about. I know nothing more strange than this power of re‐entering, as it were, into the narrow mind of an infant, so as to compare it with that of maturity; and therefore it may he worth while to record that piece of precious nonsense,—my dream at four years old. I imagine I was learning my letters then from cards, where each letter had its picture,—as a stag for S. I dreamed that we children were taking our walk with our nursemaid out of St. Austin's Gate (the nearest bit of country to our house.) Out of the public‐house there came a stag, with prodigious antlers. Passing the pump, it crossed the road to us, and made a polite bow, with its head on one side, and with a scrape of one foot, after which it pointed with its foot to the public‐house, and spoke to me, inviting me in. The maid declined, and turned to go home. Then came the terrible part. By the time we were at our own door it was dusk, and we went up the steps in the dark; but in the kitchen it was bright sunshine. My mother was standing at the dresser, breaking sugar; and she lifted me up, and set me in the sun, and gave me a bit of sugar. page: 12 Such was the dream which froze me with horror! Who shall say why? But my panics were really unaccountable. They were a matter of pure sensation, without any intellectual justification whatever, even of the wildest kind. A magic‐lantern was exhibited to us on Christmas‐day, and once or twice in the year besides. I used to see it cleaned by daylight, and to handle all its parts,—understanding its whole structure; yet, such was my terror of the white circle on the wall, and of the moving slides, that, to speak the plain truth, the first apparition always brought on bowel‐complaint; and, at the age of thirteen, when I was pretending to take care of little children during the exhibition, I could never look at it without having the back of a chair to grasp, or hurting myself, to carry off the intolerable sensation. My bitter shame may be conceived; but then, I was always in a state of shame about something or other. I was afraid to walk in the town, for some years, if I remember right, for fear of meeting two people. One was an unknown old lady who very properly rebuked me one day for turning her off the very narrow pavement of London Lane, telling me, in an awful way, that little people should make way for their elders. The other was an unknown farmer, in whose field we had been gleaning (among other trespassers) before the shocks were carried. This man left the field after us, and followed us into the city,—no doubt, as I thought, to tell the Mayor, and send the constable after us. I wonder how long it was before I left off expecting that constable. There were certain little imps, however, more alarming still. Our house was in a narrow street; and all its windows, except two or three at the back, looked eastward. It had no sun in the front rooms, except before breakfast in summer. One summer morning, I went into the drawing‐room, which was not much used in those days, and saw a sight which made me hide my face in a chair, and scream with terror. The drops of the lustre on the mantle‐piece, on which the sun was shining, were somehow set in motion, and the prismatic colors danced vehemently on the walls. I thought they were alive,—imps of some sort; and I never dared go into that room alone in the morning, from that time forward. I am afraid page: 13 I must own that my heart has beat, all my life long, at the dancing of prismatic colors on the wall.
I was getting some comfort, however, from religion by this time. The Sundays began to be marked days, and pleasantly marked, on the whole. I do not know why crocuses were particularly associated with Sunday at that time; but probably my mother might have walked in the garden with us, some early spring Sunday. My idea of Heaven was of a place gay with yellow and lilac crocuses. My love of gay colors was very strong. When I was sent with the keys to a certain bureau in my mother's room, to fetch miniatures of my father and grandfather, to be shown to visitors, I used to stay an unconscionable time, though dreading punishment for it, but utterly unable to resist the fascination of a certain watch‐ribbon kept in a drawer there. This ribbon had a pattern in floss silk, gay and beautifully shaded; and I used to look at it till I was sent for, to be questioned as to what I had been about. The young wild parsley and other weeds in the hedges used to make me sick with their luscious green in spring. One crimson and purple sunrise I well remember, when James could hardly walk alone, and I could not therefore have been more than five. I awoke very early, that summer morning, and saw the maid sound asleep in her bed, and "the baby" in his crib. The room was at the top of the house; and some rising ground beyond the city could be seen over the opposite roofs. I crept out of bed, saw James's pink toes showing themselves invitingly through the rails of his crib, and gently pinched them, to wake him. With a world of trouble I got him over the side, and helped him to the window, and upon a chair there. I wickedly opened the window, and the cool air blew in; and yet the maid did not wake. Our arms were smutted with the blacks on the window‐sill, and our bare feet were corded with the impression of the rush‐buttomed chair; but we were not found out. The sky was gorgeous, and I talked very religiously to the child. I remember the mood, and the pleasure of expresing it, but nothing of what I said.
I must have been a remarkably religious child, for the only page: 14 support and pleasure I remember having from a very early age was from that source. I was just seven when the grand event of my childhood took place,—a journey to Newcastle to spend the summer (my mother and four of her children) at my grandfather's; and I am certain that I cared more for religion before and during that summer than for anything else. It was after our return, when Ann Turner, daughter of the Unitarian Minister there, was with us, that my piety first took a practical character; but it was familiar to me as an indulgence long before. While I was afraid of everybody I saw, I was not in the least afraid of God. Being usually very unhappy, I was constantly longing for heaven, and seriously, and very frequently planning suicide in order to get there. I knew it was considered a crime; but I did not feel it so. I had a devouring passion for justice;—justice, first to my own precious self, and then to other oppressed people. Justice was precisely what was least understood in our house, in regard to servants and children. Now and then I desperately poured out my complaints; but in general I brooded over my injuries, and those of others who dared not speak; and then the temptation to suicide was very strong. No doubt, there was much vindictiveness in it. I gloated over the thought that I would make somebody care about me in some sort of way at last: and, as to my reception in the other world, I felt sure that God could not be very angry with me for making haste to him when nobody else cared for me, and so many people plagued me. One day I went to the kitchen to get the great carving knife, to cut my throat; but the servants were at dinner, and this put it off for that time. By degrees, the design dwindled down into running away. I used to lean out of the window, and look up and down the street, and wonder how far I could go without being caught. I had no doubt at all that if I once got into a farm‐house, and wore a woollen petticoat, and milked the cows, I should be safe, and that nobody would inquire about me any more.—It is evident enough that my temper must have been very bad. It seems to me now that it was downright devilish, except for a placability which used to page: 15 annoy me sadly. My temper might have been early made a thoroughly good one, by the slightest indulgence shown to my natural affections, and any rational dealing with my faults: but I was almost the youngest of a large family, and subject, not only to the rule of severity to which all were liable, but also to the rough and contemptuous treatment of the elder children, who meant no harm, but injured me irreparably. I had no self‐respect, and an unbounded need of approbation and affection. My capacity for jealousy was something frightful. When we were little more than infants, Mr. Thomas Watson, son of my father's partner, one day came into the yard, took Rachel up in his arms, gave her some grapes off the vine, and carried her home, across the street, to give her Gay's Fables, bound in red and gold. I stood with a bursting heart, beating my hoop, and hating every body in the world. I always hated Gay's Fables, and for long could not abide a red book. Nobody dreamed of all this; and the "taking down" system was pursued with me as with the rest, issuing in the assumed doggedness and wilfulness which made me desperately disagreeable during my youth, to every body at home. The least word or tone of kindness melted me instantly, in spite of the strongest predeterminations to be hard and offensive. Two occasions stand out especially in my memory, as indeed almost the only instances of the enjoyment of tenderness manifested to myself individually.
When I was four or five years old, we were taken to a lecture of Mr. Drummond's, for the sake, no doubt, of the pretty shows, we were to see,—the chief of which was the Phantasmagoria of which we had heard, as a fine sort of magic‐lantern. I did not like the darkness, to begin with; and when Minerva appeared, in a red dress, at first extremely small, and then approaching, till her owl seemed coming directly upon me, it was so like my nightmare dreams that I shrieked aloud. I remember my own shriek. A pretty lady who sat next us, took me on her lap, and let me hide my face in her bosom, and held me fast. How intensely I loved her, without at all knowing who she was! From that time we knew her, and she filled a large space in my life; and above forty years after, I had the honor of having her for my page: 16 guest in my own house. She was Mrs. Lewis Cooper, then the very young mother of two girls of the ages of Rachel and myself, of whom I shall have to say more presently.—The other occasion was when I had a terrible ear‐ache one Sunday. The rest went to chapel in the afternoon; and my pain grew worse. Instead of going into the kitchen to the cook, I wandered into a lumber room at the top of the house. I laid my aching ear against the cold iron screw of a bedstead, and howled with pain; but nobody came to me. At last, I heard the family come home from chapel. I heard them go into the parlor, one after another, and I knew they were sitting round the fire in the dusk. I stole down to the door, and stood on the mat, and heard them talking and laughing merrily. I stole in, thinking they would not observe me, and got into a dark corner. Presently my mother called to me, and asked what I was doing there. Then I burst out,—that my ear ached so I did not know what to do! Then she and my father both called me tenderly, and she took me on her lap, and laid the ear on her warm bosom. I was afraid of spoiling her starched muslin handkerchief with the tears which would come; but I was very happy, and wished that I need never move again. Then of course came remorse for all my naughtiness; but I was always suffering that, though never, I believe, in my whole childhood, being known to own myself wrong. I must have been an intolerable child; but I need not have been so.
I was certainly fond of going to chapel before that Newcastle era which divided my childhood into two equal portions: but my besetting troubles followed me even there. My passion for justice was baulked there, as much as any where. The duties preached were those of inferiors to superiors, while the per contra was not insisted on with any equality of treatment at all. Parents were to bring up their children "in the nurture and admonition of the Lord," and to pay servants due wages; but not a word was ever preached about the justice due from the stronger to the weaker. I used to thirst to hear some notice of the oppression which servants and children had (as I supposed universally) to endure, in regard to their feelings, while duly clothed, page: 17 fed, and taught: but nothing of the sort ever came; but instead, a doctrine of passive obedience which only made me remorseful and miserable. I was abundantly obedient in act; for I never dreamed of being otherwise; but the interior rebellion kept my conscience in a state of perpetual torture. As far as I remember my conscience was never of the least use to me; for I always concluded myself wrong about every thing, while pretending entire complacency and assurance. My moral discernment was almost wholly obscured by fear and mortification.—Another misery at chapel was that I could not attend to the service, nor refrain from indulging in the most absurd vain‐glorious dreams, which I was ashamed of, all the while. The Octagon Chapel at Norwich has some curious windows in the roof;—not skylights, but letting in light indirectly. I used to sit staring up at those windows, and looking for angels to come for me, and take me to heaven, in sight of all the congregation,—the end of the world being sure to happen while we were at chapel. I was thinking of this, and of the hymns, the whole of the time, it now seems to me. It was very shocking to me that I could not pray at chapel. I believe that I never did in my life. I prayed abundantly when I was alone; but it was impossible to me to do it in any other way; and the hypocrisy of appearing to do so was a long and sore trouble to me.—All this is very painful; but I really remember little that was not painful at that time of my life.—To be sure, there was Nurse Ayton, who used to come, one or two days in the week, to sew. She was kind to me, and I was fond of her. She told us long stories about her family; and she taught me to sew. She certainly held the family impression of my abilities,—that I was a dull, unobservant, slow, awkward child. In teaching me to sew, she used to say (and I quite acquiesced) that "slow and sure" was the maxim for me, and "quick and well" was the maxim for Rachel. I was not jealous about this,—it seemed to me so undeniable. On one occasion only I thought Nurse Ayton unkind. The back of a rickety old nursing‐chair came off when I was playing on it; and I was sure she could save me from being scolded by sewing it on again. I insisted that she could sew anything. This made my mother page: 18 laugh when she came up; and so I forgave nurse: and I believe that was our only quarrel.
My first political interest was the death of Nelson. I was then four years old. My father came in from the counting‐house at an unusual hour, and told my mother, who cried heartily. I certainly had some conception of a battle, and of a great man being a public loss. It always rent my heart‐strings (to the last day of her life,) to see and hear my mother cry; and in this case it was clearly connected with the death of a great man. I had my own notions of Bonaparte too. One day, at dessert, when my father was talking anxiously to my mother about the expected invasion, for which preparations were made all along the Norfolk coast, I saw them exchange a glance, because I was standing staring, twitching my pinafore with terror. My father called me to him, and took me on his knee, and I said "But, papa, what will you do if Boney comes?" "What will I do?" said he, cheerfully, "Why, I will ask him to take a glass of Port with me,"—helping himself to a glass as he spoke. That wise reply was of immense service to me. From the moment I knew that "Boney" was a creature who could take a glass of wine, I dreaded him no more. Such was my induction into the department of foreign affairs. As to social matters,—my passion for justice was cruelly crossed, from the earliest time I can remember, by the imposition of passive obedience and silence on servants and tradespeople, who met with a rather old‐fashioned treatment in our house. We children were enough in the kitchen to know how the maids avenged themselves for scoldings in the parlor, before the family and visitors, to which they must not reply; and for being forbidden to wear white gowns, silk gowns, or any thing but what strict housewives approved. One of my chief miseries was being sent with insulting messages to the maids,—e.g., to "bid them not be so like carthorses overhead," and the like. On the one hand, it was a fearful sin to alter a message; and, on the other, it was impossible to give such an one as that: so I used to linger and delay to the last moment, and then deliver something civil, with all imaginable sheepishness, so that the maids used to look at one another page: 19 and laugh. Yet, one of my most heartfelt sins was towards a servant who was really a friend of my mother's and infinitely respected, and a good deal loved, by us children,—Susan Ormsby, who came to live with us just before James was born, and staid till that memorable Newcastle journey, above four years afterwards. When she was waiting at dinner one day, I stuck my knife upright, in listening to something, so that the point cut her arm. I saw her afterwards washing it at the pump; and she shook her head at me in tender reproach. My heart was bursting; but I dared not tell her how sorry I was. I never got over it, or was happy with her again; and when we were to part, the night before our journey, and she was kissing us with tears, it was in dumb grief and indignation that I heard her tell my mother that children do not feel things as grown people do, and that they could not think of any thing else when they were going a journey.
One more fact takes its place before that journey,—the awakening of a love of money in me. I suspect I have had a very narrow escape of being an eminent miser. A little more, or a little less difficulty, or another mode of getting money would easily have made me a miser. The first step, as far as I remember, was when we played cards, one winter evening, at our uncle Martineau's, when I was told that I had won twopence. The pavement hardly seemed solid when we walked home,—so elated was I. I remember equal delight when Mrs. Meadows Taylor gave us children twopence when we expected only a halfpenny, to buy string for a top: but in this last case it was not the true amor nummi, as in the other. The same avarice was excited in the same way, a few years later, when I won eighteen‐pence at cards on a visit. The very sight of silver and copper was transporting to me, without any thought of its use. I stood and looked long at money, as it lay in my hand. Yet I do not remember that this passion ever interfered with my giving away money, though it certainly did with my spending it otherwise. I certainly wa very close, all my childhood and youth. I may as well mention here that I made rules and kept them, in regard to my expenditure, from the time I had an allowance. I believe we gave away page: 20 something out of our first allowance of a penny a week. When we had twopence, I gave away half. The next advance was to half‐a‐guinea a quarter, to buy gloves and sashes: then to ten pounds a year (with help) for clothes; then fifteen, and finally twenty, without avowed help. I sewed indefatigably all those years,—being in truth excessively fond of sewing, with the amusement of either gossiping, or learning poetry by heart, from a book, lying open under my work. I never had the slightest difficulty in learning any amount of verse; and I knew enough to have furnished me for a wandering reciter,—if there had been such a calling in our time,—as I used to wish there was. While thus busy, I made literally all my clothes, as I grew up, except stays and shoes. I platted bonnets at one time, knitted stockings as I read aloud, covered silk shoes for dances, and made all my garments. Thus I squeezed something out of the smaller allowance, and out of the fifteen pounds, I never spent more than twelve in dress; and never more than fifteen pounds out of the twenty. The rest I gave away, except a little which I spent in books. The amount of time spent in sewing now appears frightful; but it was the way in those days, among people like ourselves. There was some saving in our practice of reading aloud, and in mine of learning poetry in such mass: but the censorious gossip which was the bane of our youth drove prose and verse out of the field, and wasted more of our precious youthful powers and dispositions than any repentance and amendment in after life could repair. This sort of occupation, the sewing however, was less unfitting than might now appear, considering that the fortunes of manufacturers, like my father, were placed in jeopardy by the war, and that there was barely a chance for my father ever being able to provide fortunes for his daughters. He and my mother exercised every kind of self‐denial to bring us up qualified to take care of ourselves. They pinched themselves in luxuries to provide their girls, as well as their boys, with masters and schooling; and they brought us up to an industry like their own;—the boys in study and business, and the girls in study and household cares. Thus was I saved from being a literary lady who could not sew; and when, in page: 21 after years, I have been insulted by admiration at not being helpless in regard to household employments, I have been wont to explain, for my mother's sake, that I could make shirts and puddings, and iron and mend, and get my bread by my needle, if necessary,—(as it once was necessary, for a few months), before I won a better place and occupation with my pen.page: 22
BUT it is time to set out on the second period of my childhood,—beginning with that memorable Newcastle journey. That period was memorable, not only from the enlarging of a child's ideas which ensues upon a first long journey, but because I date from it my becoming what is commonly called "a responsible being." On my return home I began to take moral charge of myself. I had before, and from my earliest recollections, been subject to a haunting, wretched, useless remorse; but from the time of our return from Newcastle, bringing Ann Turner with us, I became practically religious with all my strength. Ann was, I think, fourteen when I was seven; and that she made herself my friend at all was a great thing for me; and it fell out all the more easily for her tendencies being exclusively religious, while I was only waiting for some influence to determine my life in that direction.
Travelling was no easy matter in those days. My mother, our dear, pretty, gentle aunt Margaret, sister Elizabeth, aged fifteen, Rachel, myself, and little James, aged four, and in nankeen frocks, were all crammed into a post‐chaise, for a journey of three or four days. Almost every incident of those days is still fresh: but I will report only one, which is curious from showing how little aware we children were of our own value. I really think, if I had once conceived that any body cared for me, nearly all the sins and sorrows of my anxious childhood would have been spared me; and I remember well that it was Ann Turner who first conveyed the cheering truth to me. She asked me why my mother sat sewing so diligently for us children, and sat up at night to mend my stockings, if she did not care for me; and I was convinced at once;—only too happy to believe it, and being unable to resist such evidence as the stocking‐mending page: 23 at night, when we children were asleep. Well: on our second day's journey, we stopped at Burleigh House, and the three elders of the party went in, to see the picture gallery.—Children were excluded; so we three little ones were left to play among the haymakers on the lawn. After what seemed a long time, it suddenly struck us that the elders must have forgotten us, and gone on to Newcastle without us. I, for my part, was entirely persuaded that we should never be missed, or remembered more by any body; and we set up a terrible lamentation. A good‐natured haymaker, a sunburnt woman whose dialect we could not understand, took us in hand, and led us to the great door, where we were soon comforted by my mother's appearance. I remember wondering why she and aunt Margaret laughed aside when they led us back to the chaise.
Of course it was difficult to amuse little children so cooped up for so long. There was a little quiet romping, I remember, and a great deal of story telling by dear aunty: but the finest device was setting us to guess what we should find standing in the middle of grandpapa's garden. As it was something we had never seen or known about, there was no end to the guessing. When we arrived at the gates of the Forth, (my grandfather's house) the old folks and their daughters came out to meet us, all tearful and agitated: and I, loathing myself for the selfishness, could not wait, but called out,—"I want to see what that thing is in the garden." After an enlightening hint, and without any rebuke, our youngest aunt took me by the hand, and led me to face the mystery. I could make nothing of it when I saw it. It was a large, heavy, stone sundial. That dial is worth this much mention, for it was of immeasurable value to me. I could see its face only by raising myself on tiptoe on its step: and there, with my eyes on a level with the plate, did I watch and ponder, day by day, painfully forming my first clear conceptions of Time, amidst a bright confusion of notions of day and night, and of the seasons, and of the weather. I loved that dial with a sort of superstition; and when, nearly forty years after, I built a house for myself at Ambleside, my strong wish was to have this very dial for the platform below the terrace: but it was not page: 24 to be had. It had been once removed already,—when the railway cut through the old garden; and the stone mass was too heavy, and far too much fractured and crumbled for a second removal. So a dear friend set up for me a beautiful new dial; and I can only hope that it may possibly render as great a service to some child of a future generation as my grandfather's did for me.
It seems to me now that I seldom asked questions in those days. I went on for years together in a puzzle, for want of its ever occurring to me to ask questions. For instance, no accounts of a spring‐gun answered to my conception of it;—that it was a pea‐green musket, used only in spring! This absurdity at length lay by unnoticed in my mind till I was twenty! Even so! At that age, I was staying at Birmingham; and we were returning from a country walk in the dusk of the evening, when my host warned us not to cross a little wood, for fear of spring‐guns; and he found and showed us the wire of one. I was truly confounded when the sense of the old mistake, dormant in my mind till now, came upon me. Thus it was with a piece of mystification imposed on me by my grandfather's barber in 1809. One morning, while the shaving‐pot was heating, the barber took me on his knee, and pretended to tell me why he was late that morning. Had I ever heard of a failing star? Yes, I had. Well: a star had fallen in the night; and it fell in the Forth lane, which it completely blocked up, beside Mr. Somebody's orchard. It was quite round, and of the beautifullest and clearest crystal. "Was it there still?" O yes,—or most of it: but some of the crystal was shivered off, and people were carrying it away when he arrived at the spot. He had to go round by Something Street; and it was that which made him late. "Would there be any left by the time we went for our walk?" He hoped there might. I got through my lessons in a fever of eagerness that morning, and engaged the nurse maid to take us through that lane. There was the orchard, with the appletree stretching over the wall: but not a single spike of the crystal was left. I thought it odd; but it never occurred to me to doubt the story, or to speak to any body about it, except the bar‐ page: 25 ber. barber I lay in wait for him the next morning; and very sorry he professed to be;—so sorry that he had not just picked up some crystals for me while there were so many; but no doubt I should come in the way of a fallen star myself, some day. We kept this up till October, when we bade him good bye: and my early notions of astronomy were cruelly bewildered by that man's rhodomontade. I dare not say how many years it was before I got quite clear of it.
There is little that is pleasant to say of the rest of that absence from home. There was a naughty boy staying at my grandfather's, who caused us to be insulted by imputations of stealing the green fruit, and to be shut out of the garden, where we had never dreamed of touching a gooseberry: and he led little James into mischief; and then canted and made his own part good. Our hearts swelled under the injuries he caused us. Then, we were injudiciously fed, and my nightmare miseries were intolerable. The best event was that my theological life began to take form. I had a prodigious awe of clergymen and ministers, and a strong yearning towards them for notice. No doubt there was much vanity in this; but it was also one investment of the religious sentiment, as I know by my being at times conscious of a remnant of the feeling now, while radically convinced that the intellectual and moral judgment of priests of all persuasions is inferior to that of any other order of men. The first of the order who took any direct notice of me was, as far as I know, good Mr. Turner of Newcastle, my mother's pastor and friend before her marriage. At Newcastle, we usually went to tea at his house on Sunday evenings; and it was then that we began the excellent practice of writing recollections of one of the sermons of the day. When the minister preaches what children can understand, this practice is of the highest use in fixing their attention, and in disclosing to their parents the character and imperfections of their ideas on the most important class of subjects. On occasion of our first attempt,—Rachel's and mine,—I felt very triumphant beforehand. I remembered the text; and it seemed to me that my head was full of thoughts from the sermon. I scrawled over the whole of a large slate, page: 26 and was not a little mortified when I found that all I had written came into seven or eight lines of my mother's handwriting. I made sure that I had not been cheated, and then fell into discouragement at finding that my grand "sermon" came to nothing more. However, my attempt was approved; I was allowed to "sit up to supper," and the Sunday practice was begun which continued till I grew too deaf to keep up my attention successfully. For some years of that long period, our success was small, because Mr. Madge's, (our minister's) sermons conveyed few clear ideas to children, though much sweet and solemn impression. Dr. Carpenter's were the best I ever listened to for the purpose:—so good that I have known him carry a "recollection" written by a cousin of mine at the age of sixteen, to Mrs. Carpenter, as a curiosity,—not a single sentence of his sermon being altogether absent from the hearer's version of it.—Another religious impression that we children brought from Newcastle is very charming to me still. Our gentle, delicate aunt Mary, whom I remember so well in her white gown, with her pink color, thin silky brown hair, and tender manner towards us, used to get us round her knees as she sat in the window‐seat at the Forth, where the westerly sun shone in, and teach us to sing Milton's hymn "Let us with a gladsome mind." It is the very hymn for children, set to its own simple tune; and I always, to this day, hear aunt Mary's weak, earnest voice in it. That was the gentle hymn. The woe‐breathing one was the German Evening Hymn. The heroic one, which never failed to rouse my whole being was "Awake, my soul; stretch every nerve," sung to Artaxerxes. In those days, we learned Mrs. Barbauld's Prose Hymns by heart; and there were parts of them which I dearly loved: but other parts made me shiver with awe. I did not know what "shaking bogs" were, and was alarmed at that mysterious being "Child of Mortality." On the whole, however, religion was a great comfort and pleasure to me; and I studied the New Testament very heartily and profitably, from the time that Ann Turner went south with us, and encouraged me to confession and morning and nightly prayer.


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The Name Game!
I have a puppy on the way and have to come up with a name. The sire is FC AFC CJ's Mr T and Dam is Candlewoods Annabelle. My two names so far are- TC's (My name is Tim Culligan) Little Bit of T (call name T) and Sweaty Uncle Teddy (call name Nuge). Pic one or come up with another.


text: After switching woods at about 8 AM this morning, I was able to bag this lonely gobbler at about 35 yards at 9 AM. The Hevi-Shot did its job and the bird did not even flinch after the shot. He 19.6 pounds, 8.75 inch beard, and spurs of 1 5/16" and 1 1/16". One of the spurs appears to have the tip broken or chipped off.


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Jazz up Betty Crocker® Gluten Free brownie mix with Cinnamon Chex® cereal, creating a classic Mexican-flavored combo with added crunch.
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Recently, when conducting a series of seminars in the Washington, D.C., area, I stopped by to see The White House.
It was in 1790 that President George Washington decided that the federal government would reside in the District of Columbia. He worked with the French architect Pierre L'Enfante to design the city and specifically to choose the site at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue for The White House, the President's house.
The cornerstone was laid in 1792 and the first President to move into The White House was John Adams with his wife Abigail in the year 1800.
The White House symbolizes POWER all over the world. It symbolizes real POWER.
Too many people in this day and age, with financial challenges, health challenges, and so forth, feel like they have lost their power.
It is my feeling that power does not reside outside of us. It doesn't matter what the government is doing, what the weather is doing, what the economy is doing, the real power resides in our mind – the 6 inches between our ears.
Do you realize that is the only thing we have total control over? Our thoughts. So, it's not what happens. It's how we react. That's what my mother always told me: "It's not what happens. It's how we react. The choice is the reaction."
May I suggest that you turn those thoughts inwardly and declare positive affirmations of the way you want to see the world. Chances are that you will declare and receive more of the good things that could be coming towards you.
I believe that declaring the following affirmation, the first thing every morning and the last thing each night, for at least 30 days, will begin to help most anyone to re-take their power.
You are special. You are unique. You are destined for greatness. I see it in you – You are a Champion! Have a powerful day!
A Power Affirmation
I am in charge of my thoughts. I am a successful, powerful person.
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Full TitleThe First-in-human Phase I Trial of PU-H71 in Patients with Advanced Malignancies
PU-H71 is an investigational drug that works by blocking a protein called Heat Shock Protein 90 (Hsp90). Attacking Hsp90 may stop certain proteins that cancer cells need to survive. In this study, researchers will evaluate PU-H71 for the first time in patients by determining the optimal dose of the drug and observing any side effects in patients with skin cancer, solid tumors, or lymphoma that has returned or progressed despite prior therapy.
On the first day of the study, patients will receive PU-H71 labeled with a small amount of radioactive iodine. This will enable doctors to perform a positron emission tomography (PET) scan to see how the drug is taken up in cancer cells. Patients may also choose to give a tumor tissue sample via needle biopsy so researchers can examine levels of PU-H71 in the tissue.
To be eligible for this study, patients must meet several criteria, including but not limited to the following:
- Patients must have an incurable, locally advanced, or metastatic solid tumor or lymphoma.
- At least 4 weeks must have passed since completion of prior therapy and entry into the study.
- Patients must be able to be ambulatory for more than half of their normal waking hours.
- Patients must be age 18 or older.
For more information and to inquire about eligibility for this study, please contact Dr. John Gerecitano at 212-639-3748.


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Mike Walton from the US Scouting Service Project issued a challenge for 2010 for all of us in the Scouting world. Check it out here.
A week or so ago.. I issued the same challenge of the Scoutmaster Minute Facebook site.
I encourage all of you to take this challenge.
Tell our story.. It is a story that is rich and full of timeless values, adventures and excitement.
Take a few moments as we wrap up 2009 and think about your Scouting experiences, write them down, and share them.
Like I posted on facebook, tell me your story.. I want to use Scoutmaster Minute Podcast forum to get our story.. the Scouting Story out and into the Podisphere. It is a story worth telling, and surely worth hearing.
Have a Great Scouting Day!


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More Than "Windowless Huts"
Dear Alibi,
As the executive director of the Cottonwood Gulch Foundation, I am grateful for the opportunity to respond to Mr. Scarantino's incorrect and ignorant characterization of our organization [Re: The Real Side, "The Heinrich Maneuver," Feb. 14-20].
Scarantino implies that Cottonwood Gulch is little more than a rural plot of land with a few "windowless huts." While he is correct that our 540-acre nature preserve in the Zuni Mountains is located near Bluewater Lake, Mr. Scarantino's blatant omission of any information pertaining to the Foundation's activities intentionally distorts not only the role of Martin Heinrich, executive director from 1997-2001, but also the impact Cottonwood Gulch has had on 81 years' worth of alumni.
The Cottonwood Gulch Foundation sponsors educational wilderness expeditions and outdoor programs in the American Southwest that promote personal growth, scientific, historic and cultural discovery, as well as a knowledgeable environmental ethic among all those who participate.
During Heinrich's tenure, the Foundation's permanent endowment was established and enrollment more than doubled. His leadership enhanced the Foundation's ability to implement its mission, and his wise stewardship positioned the Gulch for continued growth and long-term sustainability.
Gulch Trekkers and visitors have the opportunity to engage in hands-on exploration of the ecology, art and archaeology of the Southwest. Trekkers conduct archaeological surveys, go rock climbing, help collect monitoring data in the Cibola National Forest, learn to cook Navajo fry bread, silversmith a bracelet, identify animal tracks and pit-fire their own pottery. They also find time to write poetry atop a mesa, sniff the bark of a ponderosa pine (smells like vanilla!), assist local ranchers and sleep outside under the stars--which, we might add, is even better than sleeping in a "windowless" cabin (we think Scarantino meant pane-
Our wilderness expeditions have included countless young scientists and artists, authors like Kurt Vonnegut, Jr. and Douglas Preston, and public servants like Congressman Mark Udall. This tradition of inspiring individual thinkers and community leaders is what makes Cottonwood Gulch a unique institution. I invite all readers, Mr. Scarantino included, to explore our website (www.cottonwoodgulch.org) or give us a call (800-2-Go-Trek). We would love to tell you more about what we do here at "The Gulch."
Mike Sullivan
Executive Director, Cottonwood Gulch Foundation
Meet the Immigrant
Dear Mexican,
I am a half bean, or I've been know as a coyote—half Hispanic and half White. I have been a reader of The Mexican [Gustavo Arellano of "¡Ask a Mexican!"] for some time. One issue that always pisses me off is the issue of immigration in our country. We are all immigrants except the Native Americans.
My grandfather is a famous man making guitars. He was an immigrant from the state of Durango in Mexico. He came to Albuquerque with a loaf of bread, his car, his wife and a few kids. He finally raised 11 children and purchased his home and place of business. He paid for all his family's care, food and clothes, never accepting a dime from the government. He did this and created a successful company and became a master at his craft. He is a true reflection of Mexican culture. He has many grandchildren. He taught his children to grow up responsible, respectable, productive and loving people.
Most redneck Americans want to blame the Mexican poeple for being lazy and living off the government at the taxpayers' expense. We should evaluate this. I don't need to emphasize the work ethic of most Mexicans. We all know the Mexican people are hard-working people who just want their children to have a brighter future, getting education and a wealthier life. I believe the rednecks' complaints are a reflection of themselves. Look how many in our country are on welfare, how our local government pushes these programs on everyone. Our country has a welfare problem. The welfare department does not expect individuals to better their lives, just to keep on taking.
I am a 36-year-old married man with my first child on the way. I was raised to work hard and do what is right for your family. I have been at grocery stores in the South Valley. I have seen many young, lazy, White guys break out thier EBT cards, get cash out for their booze and tobacco with thier snot-nosed kids and wife while getting groceries.
I don't mean to emphasize the White man, but my point is the redneck is just as guilty for leeching off of the taxpayer. Yet it is the Mexican that is the issue in our country. We have allowed our citizens and government to become racially discriminatory toward the Mexican people. I thought that was illegal! Yet our congressmen and congresswomen are speaking as though they are racists. I could go on about how much money the Mexican population brings to our country, employees they keep employed and so on. I would probably have to write a book, though.
Gracias, Señor Mexicano, y tenga buena dia.
Hector L. Pimentel
Trust the Results?
[Re: Blog, "New Mexico Goes to Clinton," Feb. 14] Why not? Just because ballots were sitting unlocked and unsupervised in someone's living room for god knows how long? Come on. Everyone is so persnickety about who's gonna run their country. I mean, really.
And the Winner Is ...
Congratulations to Mike Sullivan, the winner (and only entrant) of last week's Le Chat Lunatique CD giveaway on alibi.com. Nevertheless, your 100 words about the first time you saw this fine quartet was both tender and amusing, and for that we thank you. As for everyone else, see how easy it is to win?
Teambuilding Luncheon Yay!
I first stumbled upon Le Chat Lunatique in the Convention Center while eating lunch at a kids' conference on service learning. I heard them from across that gigantic room and instantly forgot about my students. I still couldn't see them but floated toward their sound like an enamored Pepé Le Pew, stopping only to grab a Styrofoam lunchbox. I kept walking in the right direction by making sure their incredible music flowed evenly past each ear. Then I was there! Stage-side! And I loved it. I'm still very thankful to the band--that was the best industrially catered conference luncheon ever!
Mike Sullivan
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Road to GLORY USA 77kg Tournament in New York, March 22 Details
- Written by Rian Scalia
The details of GLORY's Road to GLORY events across the United States keep emerging, with two events set for the beginning of February that we've already posted about and have full details for.
Road to GLORY's 77kg/170lb Welterweight tournament will be in New York City on March 22. Lou Neglia, former kickboxer himself and promoter of New York-based kickboxing promotion Combat at the Capitale will be promoting the event. The tournament will take place on a Combat at the Capitale event at the Capitale venue in Manhattan.
Like all Road to GLORY tournaments, the winner will receive $20 000 and a contract with GLORY. The tournament lineup will be announced shortly. As of right now, we know that two of the tournament's participants are Chris Clodfelter and Mike Rhodes.
Also, in related news, Road to GLORY USA events will be aired on CBS Sports Network in the United States, on tape delay.


text: My 16 week old blm went in for his lyme booster, distemper and rabies vaccine. Shortly after getting his shots I knew something was wrong. I took him back in and they gave him a shot of adrenaline and a shot of the vets version of benadryl. He is now drinking and peeing ALOT! Does the adrealine or benadryl cause the heavy drinking and peeing? My vet doesnt seem to sure.


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Comoros: Aid workers arrive as emergency declared
OCHA, UNICEF and the World Food Programme have sent emergency support to the Comoros Islands, where the Government has declared a State of Emergency following heavy rains and flash flooding.
The islands, which lie between Madagascar and Mozambique, have been battered by torrential rains since 20 April, causing heavy floods, landslides and rockslides.
According to a joint assessment by the Comoros Government and humanitarian agencies, nearly 50,000 people have been affected by the rains, including more than 9,000 who were forced to leave their homes. Access to affected villages is limited due to landslides and floods, and it is likely that more people have been displaced in those villages. Electricity supplies and telephone lines have been cut and communications have been severely affected.
A seven-member UN Disaster Assessment and Coordination (UNDAC) team from OCHA has arrived in Comoros and will be supported by operational partners from MapAction, the International Humanitarian Partnership and the European Union Civil Protection Team. They will support UN agencies, national authorities and other responders in finding out what is needed to help people in the disaster-stricken areas of the three islands.
The priorities for emergency aid are providing families with shelter and restoring the water supply on Grande Comore, where the main water pump has been flooded. The Comoros Government and UNICEF will distribute chlorine for water purification. There are also concerns that the rains and standing water will lead to an increase in mosquito-breeding sites, making it even more important to drain flooded areas. The Government has distributed some food, but lack of access to the affected areas is a serious hindrance.
In the long term, soil erosion caused by floods and landslides could affect the fertility and productivity of agricultural land in Moheli and Anjouan.
The Comoros meteorological service has warned that the rains are expected to continue.
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Deeplinks Blog posts about DMCA
Forget extra cupholders or power windows: the new Renault Zoe comes with a "feature" that absolutely nobody wants. Instead of selling consumers a complete car that they can use, repair, and upgrade as they see fit, Renault has opted to lock purchasers into a rental contract with a battery manufacturer and enforce that contract with digital rights management (DRM) restrictions that can remotely prevent the battery from charging at all.
You'd think a controversial publisher like Playboy would recognize the importance of respecting free speech. But when feminist group FORCE: Upsetting Rape Culture created a parody site posing as the magazine, Playboy was quick to complain to the activists and their Internet service provider, May First/People Link. The crux of Playboy's complaint? The activists had used the Playboy name and logo.
The parody site was intended to raise awareness about the importance of consent and resisting what the activists call "rape culture." The campaign is funny, smart, and even educational. It was also immediately recognized by the press for the parody that it was.
Is it possible that last year's disastrous Supreme Court decision affirming the withdrawal of millions of works from the public domain (at least in the U.S.) might set the stage for good constitutional challenges to bad copyright law? That's the argument that copyright scholar Neil Netanel makes in a recent article on the impact of that case on the First Amendment.
According to Netanel, one often-overlooked aspect of the opinion is that the Court explicitly identified fair use as an essential "First Amendment accommodation" that cannot be disturbed if copyright law is to survive First Amendment scrutiny. In the process, the Court may have poked a hole in the already shaky constitutional justifications for anti-user sections of copyright law.
When a statute is clear, judges are supposed to follow it or explain, in some detail, why they shouldn't. That's why we were disappointed by this week's ruling in Tuteur v. Crosley Corcoran. In the ruling, the judge suggests that the Digital Millennium Copyright Act ("DMCA") does not require the sender of a takedown notice to affirm anything except its belief that the targeted material is being used without permission from the owner or its agent. Trouble is, the statute says something very different, i.e., that the sender must affirm that the material is not authorized by "the copyright owner, its agent, or the law."
When will they ever learn? The Alberta tourism bureau—which shares a law firm with some of the Canadian province's major oil companies—used a copyright takedown notice to try to smother a movie trailer that satirizes Alberta's oil sands project. The two-and-a-half-minute trailer used about four seconds of an Alberta travel advertisement to contrast its lush nature shots with images of environmental destruction in the oil fields, and to satirize its "Remember to Breathe" slogan. These are fair uses that should have been obvious to Travel Alberta's lawyers, and ordering the trailer down earns Travel Alberta a place in EFF's Takedown Hall of Shame.
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Beef stew meat becomes moist through slow cooking and with ingredients like diced tomatoes with green chiles.
If you're not a fan of black beans, kidney beans are a great substitute.
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Have you been exploring the streets of Toronto using Google Street View?
Wouldn't it be great to escape further from the shots taken by the car camera and actually explore the paths and parks in Toronto?
I mean, Toronto is "A City Within A Park" after all.
Well, Google may soon help you explore the great outdoors of a city near you… from the comfort of your computer.
The Google Street View Trike:
Found over on Bike Hugger
Share your thoughts on places you'd like the Google Street View Trike to explore in the BikingToronto Forum