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# The Army and Navy Hymnal/Hymns/As with Gladness Men of Old

* As with gladness men of old Did the guiding star behold; As with joy they hailed its light, Leading onward, beaming bright; So, most gracious Lord, may we Evermore be led by thee.
* As with joyful steps they sped To that lowly manger bed, There to bend the knee before Him whom heaven and earth adore; So may we with willing feet Ever seek thy mercy seat.
* As they offered gifts most rare, At that manger rude and bare, So may we with holy joy, Pure and free from sin's alloy, All our costliest treasures bring, Christ, to thee, our heavenly King.
* Holy Jesus, every day Keep us in the narrow way; And, when earthly things are past, Bring our ransomed souls at last Where they need no star to guide, Where no clouds thy glory hide. Amen.
# The Army and Navy Hymnal/Hymns/Am I a Soldier of the Cross

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* Am I a soldier of the cross— A follower of the Lamb ? And shall I fear to own his cause, Or blush to speak his name ?
* Must I be carried to the skies, On flowery beds of ease, While others fought to win the prize, And sailed thro' bloody seas ?
* Are there no foes for me to face? Must I not stem the flood? Is this vile world a friend to grace, To help me on to God?
* Since I must fight if I would reign, Increase my courage, Lord ! I'll bear the toil, endure the pain, Supported by thy word. Amen.
# The Army and Navy Hymnal/Hymns/Arm of the Lord, Awake

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* Arm of the Lord, awake! awake! Put on thy strength! the nations shake! And let the world adoring see Triumphs of mercy wrought by Thee.
* Say to the heathen from thy throne, I am Jehovah, God alone: Thy voice their idols shall confound, And cast their altars to the ground.
* Let Sion's time of favor come; O bring the tribes of Israel home; And let our wondering eyes behold Gentiles and Jews in Jesus' fold.
* Almighty God, thy grace proclaim In every clime, of every name; Let adverse powers before thee fall, And crown the Savior Lord of all. Amen.
# The Encyclopedia Americana (1920)/Acetic Ether

Edition of 1920. See also Ethyl acetate on Wikipedia, and the disclaimer.
ACETIC ETHER, or ETHYL ACETATE, a colorless, inflammable liquid having the formula CH$_3$.COO.C$_2$H$_5$, or C$_4$H$_8$O$_2$, prepared by the action of sulphuric acid upon a mixture of alcohol and acetic acid. It has a specific gravity of about 0.91 and a specific heat of 0.48 and boils at 171° F., under the ordinary atmospheric pressure. It mixes readily with alcohol and with ether and at ordinary temperatures is soluble in about 17 parts of water. See Esters; Ether.
# The Encyclopedia Americana (1920)/Achaian League

Edition of 1920. See also Achaean League on Wikipedia, and the disclaimer.
ACHAIAN, or ACHÆAN, LEAGUE. See Achaia.
# The Encyclopedia Americana (1920)/Achan

Edition of 1920. See also Achan (biblical figure) on Wikipedia, and the disclaimer.
ACHAN, or ACHAR, äʜ′än, a Biblical character whose story is found in the Book of Joshua, chapter VII. Israel had been forbidden to take captives or spoil at the capture of Jericho. Achan violated the taboo. Disaster came to Israel. Investigation followed. After he was discovered by lot, Achan confessed. He and his family were stoned and burned and their property was also burned. The family were destroyed as accessories after the fact. This incident has suggested a phrase often used in literature – “there is an Achan in the camp,” meaning that some member of the group is not true to his obligations.
# The Encyclopedia Americana (1920)/Achaqua

Edition of 1920. See also Achagua on Wikipedia, and the disclaimer.
ACHAQUA, ä-chä′kwa, a South American Indian tribe probably extinct, though a few hundreds, who lived in the upper Orinoco forests in northeastern Colombia, were still existent in 1850. They were utter savages, practising infanticide beyond the second child, polyandry, and tattooing.
# The Encyclopedia Americana (1920)/Acetin

Edition of 1920. See also the disclaimer.
ACETIN, a substance resembling fat in its constitution, obtained by acting upon glycerin with glacial acetic acid. Acetins are known as monoacetin, diacetin and triacetin, according as the acetic acid has displaced one, two or three of the hydroxyl molecules in the glycerin. The formula of monoacetin is C$_3$H$_5$(OH)$_2$(OC$_2$H$_3$O); of diacetin, C$_3$H$_5$(OH)(OC$_3$H$_3$O)$_2$; of triacetin, C$_3$H$_5$(OC$_2$H$_3$O)$_3$.
# The Encyclopedia Americana (1920)/Acet′ylene

Edition of 1920. See also Acetylene on Wikipedia, and the disclaimer.
ACET′YLENE. See Compressed Gases.
# The Encyclopedia Americana (1920)/Ace′to-ace′tic acid

Edition of 1920. See also Acetoacetic acid on Wikipedia, and the disclaimer.
ACE′TO-ACE′TIC ACID, a thick acid liquid, having the formula CH$_2$COCH$_2$COOH. At 212° F. it splits up into carbon dioxide and acetone. Aceto-acetic ether, or ethyl aceto-acetate, has the peculiar property of reacting either as CH$_3$COCH$_2$COOC$_2$H$_5$ or as CH$_3$C(OH): CHCOOC$_2$H$_5$.
# The Encyclopedia Americana (1920)/Achard, Franz Karl

Edition of 1920. See also Franz Karl Achard on Wikipedia, and the disclaimer.
ACHARD, Franz Karl, äʜ′art, fränts karl, German chemist and physicist: b. Berlin, 28 April 1753; d. 1821. He published in 1780 the results of many and careful experiments on the adhesion of bodies. But later he devoted himself to the development of the beet-sugar manufacture, and after six years of laborious endeacor discovered the true method of separating the sugar from the plant. His process was of enormous service to the countries whom the Napoleonic blockade shut off from the West India sugars. He was afterward director of the class of physics in the Academy of Science in Berlin.
# The Complete Works of Swami Vivekananda/Volume 3/Lectures and Discourses
## Lectures and Discourses

* Unity, the Goal of Religion
* The Free Soul
* One Existence Appearing as Many
# The Book of Scottish Song/Auld Uncle Watty

Auld Uncle Watty.
[Archibald M'Kay of Kilmarnock.—Tune, "Bonnie Dundee."]
O! weel I ha'e mind o' my auld uncle Watty, When but a bit callan I stood by his knee, Or clamb the big chair, where at e'enin' he sat aye; He made us fu' blythe wi' his fun and his glee: For O! he was knackie, and couthie, and crackle, Baith humour and lair in his noddle had he— The youths o' the clachan he'd keep a' a-laughin", Wi' his queer obserrations and stories sae slee.
The last Hogmanay that we met in his cottie, To talk owre the past, and the nappy to pree, Some auld-farrant sangs, that were touchin' and witty, He sung, till the bairnies were dancin' wi' glee; And syne in the dance, like a youngster o' twenty, He lap and he flang wi' auld Nannie Macfee— In a' the blythe meeting nae ane was sae canty, Sae jokin', sae gabby, sae furthy, and free.
And! had ye seen him that e'enin' when Rory W'as kippled to Maggie o' Riccarton Mill, Wi' jokes rare and witty he kept up the glory, Till morning's faint glmimer was seen on the hill. O! he was a body, when warm'd wi' the toddy, Whase wit to ilk bosom enchantment could gi'e, For funnin' and daffin', and punnin' and laughin', Throughout the hale parish nae equal had he.
But worn out at last wi' life's cares and its labours, He bade an adieu to his frien's a' sae dear, And sunk in death's sleep, sair bewail'd by his neebors, Wha yet speak his praise, and his mem'ry revere. Whar slumbers the dust o' my auld anntie Matty, We dug him a grave wi' the tear in our e'e, And there laid the banes o' my auld uncle Watty, To moulder in peace by the big aiken-tree.
# The Book of Scottish Song/Back Again

Back Again.
[This was a popular patriotic song about the beginning of the present century.]
When Abercromby, gallant Scot, Made Britain's faes to tack again, To fight by him it was my lot, But now I'm safe come back again. ​The cannons didna Donald fleg, I'd like to hear them crack again; My fears were for my bonnie Meg, Lest I should ne'er come back again.
Our leader fell,—so died the brave, We'll never see his like again; I was denied a sodger's grave, For I am safe come back again.
It's true they've ta'en fvae me a leg, But wha for that would mak' a maen; Cheer up your heart, my bonnie Meg, I've brought a leal heart back again.
And though the wound it carried smart, And twitch'd me sair wi' rackin' pain, Wi' honour's scars I wadna part, Nor yet my leg take back again.
Cheer up your heart, since I am here, Wi' smiles your cheek gae deck again; Cheer up, my lass, an' dinna fear, Your Donald's safe come back again.
Though mony a rattlin' blast has blawn, There's plenty in the stack again, My wee lock siller's a' your ain Now sin' I'm safe come back again.
Now may the wars for ever cease, Your heart nae mair to rack again; And may we live in love and peace, Sin' Donald's safe come back again.
But should my country call me forth, Her freedom to protect again, Claymore in hand, I'd leave the North, If I should ne'er come back again.
# The Book of Scottish Song/Banks o' Doon 1

Banks o' Doon.
[First Version, found among Burns's papers, and published by Cromek in his Reliques.]
Ye flowery banks o' bonnie Doon, How can ye bloom sae fair; How can ye chant, ye little birds, And I sae fu' o' care?
Thou'll break my heart, thou bonnie bird, That sings upon the bough, Thou minds me o' the happy days When my fause love was true.
Thou'll break my heart, thou bonnie bird, That sings beside thy mate; For sae I sat, and sae I sang, And wist na o' my fate. ​Aft ha'e I roved by bonnie Doon, To see the woodbine twine, And ilka bird sang o' its love; And sae did I o' mine.
Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose, Frae aff its thorny tree; And my fause luver staw the rose, But left the thorn wi' me.
# The Book of Scottish Song/Bannocks o' Barley

Bannocks o' Barley.
[Air, "Fitz Roy's rambles through Glasgow."]
An auld Hielan' couple sat lane by the ingle, While smoking their cutties and cracking awa', They spak' o' langsyne, o' their daffing when single, O' the freaks o' their childhood, their auld age and a'. To his wifie he bragged o' his bauldest o' actions, When he was a sodger wi' Geordie the Third; How his faes fell before him, the leader o' factions, And Donald he grat as his faes bit the yird. Sae up wi' the kilties and bonnie blue bonnets, When put to their mettle they're ne'er kent to fail, For a Hielander's heart is upheld wi' a haggis, And weel butter'd bannocks o' barley meal.
Thus Donald was bless'd, and his wife heard wi' pleasure, His stories o' danger, his troubles and toils; My kintra, he cried, is my heart's dearest treasure, And Mary, thou'rt next, for I lo'e thy saft smiles. This poor happy couple, their broom covered dwelling Stood far frae the world, its tidings and cares, And the news never reached their snug little cottage, Unless when a packman stepped in wi' his wares. Sae up wi' the kilties, &c.
The Romans, langsyne, loot a claught at our bannock, The Danes and the Normans would try the same game; But Donald cam' down wi' his claymore and crummock, Mauled maist o' them stark, chased the lave o' them hame. And should ony mair ever play sic a plisky, She vows by the dirk o' the Laird o' Kintail, That she'll part wi' her bluid, or she'll part wi' her whiskey, Ay, or part wi' her bannocks o' barley meal. Sae up wi' the kilties, &c.
There's Mungo M'Farlane, the Laird o' Drumgarlin, A birsy auld carle o' three score and five, He'll wield his lang arm, and he'll gi'e them a harlin', And keep his ain grun wi' the glegest alive. There's Michael the sodger, that fought wi' the rebels, And lost his left leg just a wee e'er they ran, But he's got ane o' wood, and he gars it play thud, And whare there's a row, Michael's aye in the thrang. Sae up wi' the kilties, &c.
Then fill up a glass, let us ha'e a guid waught o't, Our mither Meg's mutch be't our care to keep clean, And the foul silly loon that would try to lay claught o't, May Clootie's lang claws haul oot baith o' his een. She's auld, but she's raukled, she'll no bide their scorning, She'll beat them when tried in a battle, I'd bail; Sae we'll ne'er let her want Athole brose in the morning, Nor weel buttered bannocks o' barley meal. Sae up wi' the kilties, &c.
# The Book of Scottish Song/Barbara Allan

Barbara Allan.
[This beautiful and affecting little ballad is of great antiquity, but nothing is known of its history. Mr. Charles Kirkpatrick Sharpe speaks of a tradition which places the scene of the story at Annan in Dumfriesshire. We are more willing to believe, however, that it belongs to "the west countrie." We have often, at least, heard the song sung, in days long gone past, by ancient crone to listening children, over a winter fireside, and the understanding always was that the catastrophe which it records—(and surely a love-tragedy was never told in fewer, more impressive, or more significant words)—took place in the west. Bishop Percy, in his Ancient Ballads and Songs, (1769,) gives an extended version of "Barbara Allan," in which Barbara is made to reside "at Scarlet town," and the hero goes by the unheroic name of "Jemmye Grove," but the whole seems a fabrication on the old Scottish set. We here give the song as it appears in the fourth volume of Ramsay's Tea-Table Miscellany.]
It was in and about the Martinmas time, When the green leaves were a-fallin', That Sir John Graham, in the west countrie, Fell in love wi' Barbara Allan.
He sent his man down through the town, To the place where she was dwallin'. O, haste and come to my master dear, Gin ye be Barbara Allan.
O, hooly, hooly, rase she up To the place where he was lyin', And when she drew the curtain by, Young man, I think ye're dyin'.
It's oh, I'm sick, I'm very very sick, And it's a' for Barbara Allan. O, the better for me ye'se never be, Though your heart's blude were a-spillin'.
Oh, dinna ye mind, young man, she said, When ye was in the tavern a-drinkin', That ye made the healths gae round and round, And slichtit Barbara Allan?
He turn'd his face unto the wa', And death was with him dealin: Adieu, adieu, my dear friends a', And be kind to Barbara Allan.
And slowly, slowly rase she up, And slowly, slowly left him, And sighin', said, she could not stay, Since death of life had reft him.
She hadna gane a mile but twa, When she heard the deid-bell ringin', And every jow that the deid-bell gied, It cried, Woe to Barbara Allan.
Oh, mother, mother, mak' my bed, And mak' it saft and narrow; Since my love died for me to-day, I'll die for him to-morrow.
# The Book of Scottish Song/Away to the mountains

Away to the mountains.
[William Glen.]
See, the city enshrouded in pestilent smoke, Not a health-breeze is there to be found; It lies as if still under winter's dark yoke, While the spring decks the country around. That riches are gain'd in the city—'tis true;— But this is the young month of May— If I stay to scrape wealth, a grave I'll get too;— Away to the mountains, away!
Who treads on the heather will ne'er feel the gout, Though to health he has been a wild sinner; Nor die of a surfeit, though after a bout With some chief at a true highland dinner. The clear highland spring, mii'd with pure mountain dew, Is a drink fit for emperors, they say; Thus we've health and high pleasure for ever in view— Away to the mountains, away!
In the land of the hills sits the goddess of health, Enthroned in sublimest of grandeur; The breeze, lake, and mountain are stored with her wealth, But she's lonely in midst of her splendour. Her votaries fly to her, 'neath the impulse of fear; When she smiles, then no longer they stay; But I will adore her for many a year— Away to the mountains, away!
# The Czechoslovak Review/Volume 3/Telling the American people who we are

TELLING THE AMERICAN PEOPLE WHO WE ARE.
The good work of telling the American people who the Czechoslovaks are and what they stand for is being kept up. In addition to the activities of Mr. Pergler, men and women of Bohemian descent give much of their time freely to boost the people of whom they are so proud. One may mention here Prof. B. Shimek who in spite of ill health addresses frequently American audiences in the Central Western states on the subject of the Czechoslovak Republic. In Chicago Prof. J. J. Zmrhal gives lectures on the same topic in the public evening schools. In the East Jeremiah L. Trnka, one of the original four-minute men, has worked unceasingly for two years to make the word Czechoslovak familiar in the large Jersey suburbs of New York, while Mr. E. F. Prantner of Albany publishes many articles dealing with this topic in the New York papers. On the Pacific Miss Madeline Veverka, assistant superintendent of schools at Los Angeles, gives addresses in schools and clubs about the land of her fathers.
It is to be devoutly hoped that in the course of the present generation through efforts like these all of the one hundred and ten millions of America will learn to know who the Czechoslovaks are.
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# The Czechoslovak Review/Volume 3/The Bohemian National Alliance

​The Bohemian National Alliance, 3734 W. 26th St., Chicago, has just published a second edition of an account by Vojta Beneš of the “Economic Strength of the Czechoslovak Lands.” The story has been brought to date and contains in addition a summary of the “American Commerce with Czechoslovakia” before the war, reprinted from the Czechoslovak Review. Together the two articles make a handsome booklet of 32 pages. Order it from the Bohemian National Alliance (15 cents each) and present to your American friends.
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# The Czechoslovak Review/Volume 3/The Czechoslovak record in Russia

THE CZECHOSLOVAK RECORD IN RUSSIA.
Aspersions on the Czechoslovaks who fought in Russia are answered by Mme. Catherine K. Breshkovsky, the venerable “Grandmother” of the Russian revolution. Mme. Breshkovsky came in close personal contact with the Czechoslovaks at Omsk, Ekaterinburg, Ufa, Samara and other East Russian and Siberian cities. She testifies enthusiastically to their discipline, courage and kindliness and to the affection in which they were held by the Russian populations which they rescued from the clutches of Lenine’s Red Guards.
It stands to reason that the Czechoslovaks were humane and considerate in their treatment of the Russian communities in which they operated. They were soldiers with the highest military ideals. They were intense patriots, fighting for the liberation of their own country from Austro-Hungarian oppression. They could never have remained in Russia—a handful of men, thousands of miles from any base of supplies—if they had not won the confidencec and support of the civilian population. They were not looters and mercenaries ,like the Red Guards. They were not fighting for plunder or power. They were not making civil war. Lenine foolishly prevented them from leaving the country. They stayed on and fought him because he had sold himself to Germany.
The Czechoslovak adventure in Russia was one of the great romances of the war. Only soldiers with clean hands and a spirit of chivalry could have carried that adventure through. The results of the campaign made by the Czechoslovaks speak for themselves. Hardly 100,000 strong, they conquered Siberia and drove the Bolshevists back to the line of the Volga. They contributed more than any other single factor toward saving Russia and Siberia from falling into the hands of the Germans. Mme. Breshkovsky says of them “Everywhere and in all circumstances I found them the same—noble, unselfish, strong in their duties and faith. . . . I always found them fine men, beloved and esteemed by all the Russians.”
She means, of course, by the real Russians, not the criminal and bloodthirsty followers of Lenine. Their work is to be judged not only by the friends but also by the enemies they made.
—N. Y. Tribune, March 12, 1919.
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# The Czechoslovak Review/Volume 3/Statement of the ownership, management, circulation, etc. (1)

STATEMENT OF THE OWNERSHIP, MANAGEMENT, CIRCULATION, ETC., REQUIRED BY THE ACT OF CONGRESS OF AUGUST 24TH, 1912.
Of The Czechoslovak Review, published monthly at Chicago, Ill., for April 1. 1919.
District of Columbia. City of Washington, ss.
Before me, a notary public in and for the State and county aforesaid, personally appeared J. F. Smetanka ,who, having been duly sworn according to law, deposes and says that he is the editor of the Czechoslovak Review, and that the following is, to the best of his knowledgeand belief, a true statement of the ownership, management (and if a daily paper, the circulation), etc., of the aforesaid publication for the date shown in the above caption, required by the Act of August 24, 1912, embodied in section 443, Postal Laws and Regulations, printed on the reverse of this form, to-wit:
1.That the names and addresses of the publisher, editor, managing editor and business managers are: Publisher. The Bohemian Review Company, 2324 S. Central Park Ave., Chicago; editor J. F. Smetanka. District National Bank, Washington, D. C.; managing editor, none; business manager, V. Vanek, 2324 S. Central Park Ave., Chicago.
2.That the owners are: (Give names and addressesof individual owners, or, if a corporation, give its name and the names and addresses of stockholders owning or holding or holding 1per cent or more of the total amount of stock.):
Owner: The Czechoslovak Review Company.
Stockholders: J. F . Smetanka, District National Bank, Washington. D . C.
Stockholders: J. J. Fekl, Czechoslovak Army 22nd Reg’t.
Stockholders: Joseph Tvrzicky, Prague, Bohemia.
3.That the known bondholders, mortgagees, and other security holders owning or holding 1 per cent or more of the total amount of bonds, mortgages,or other securitiesare: (If there are none, so state.) None.
4.That the two paragraphs next above, giving the names of the owners,stockholders, and security holders, if any, contain not only the list of stockholders and security holders as they appear upon the books of the company but also, in cases where the stockholder or security holder appears upon the books of the company as trustee or in any other fiduciary relation, the name of the person or corporation for whom such trustee is acting, is given: also that the said two paragraphs contain statements embracing affiant’s full knowledge and belief as to the circumstances and conditions under which stockholders and security holders who do not appear upon the books of the company as trustees, hold stock and securities in a capacity other than that of a bona fide owner: and this affiant has no reason to believe that any other person, association, or corporation has any interest direct or indirect in the said stock, bonds, or other securities than as so stated by him.
J. F. SMETANKA. Editor.
Sworn to and subscribedbefore me this 24th day of March. 1919.
John T. Meany, Notary Public.
My commission expires Oct. 5 . 1920.