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# The Army and Navy Hymnal/Readings/Delight in the Law of the Lord

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DELIGHT IN THE LAW OF THE LORD
Psalm i
BLESSED is the man that walketh not in the counsel of the wicked,
Nor standeth in the way of shiners, nor sitteth in the seat of scoffers:
But his delight is in the law of the Lord;
And on his law doth he meditate day and night.
And he shall be like a tree planted by the streams of water,
That bringeth forth its fruit in its season.
Whose leaf also doth not wither; and whatsoever he doeth shall prosper.
The wicked are not so, but are like the chaff which the wind driveth away.
Therefore the wicked shall not stand in the judgment, nor sinners
in the congregation of the righteous.
For the Lord knoweth the way of the righteous; but the way of the wicked shall perish.
Psalm xix
THE law of the Lord is perfect, restoring the soul:
The testimony of the Lord is sure, making wise the simple.
The precepts of the Lord are right, rejoicing the heart:
The commandment of the Lord is pure, enlightening the eyes.
The fear of the Lord is clean, enduring forever:
The ordinances of the Lord are true, and righteous altogether.
More to be desired are they than gold, yea, than much fine gold;
Sweeter also than honey and the droppings of the honeycomb.
Moreover by them is thy servant warned: in keeping them there is great reward.
Who can discern his errors? Clear thou me from hidden faults.
Keep back thy servant also from presumptuous sins; let them not have dominion over me:
Then shall I be upright, and I shall be clear from great transgression.
Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart
Be acceptable in thy sight, Lord, my rock, and my redeemer.
# The Army and Navy Hymnal/Readings/A Call to Worship

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A CALL TO WORSHIP
Psalm xcv
Let us make a joyful noise to the rock of our salvation.
Let us come before his presence with thanksgiving; let us make a joyful noise unto him with psalms.
For the Lord is a great God,
And a great King above all gods.
In his hand are the deep places of the earth ;
The heights of the mountains are his also. The sea is his and he made it ; and his hands formed the dry land.
O come, let us worship and bow down ; let us kneel before the Lord our Maker:
For he is our God,
And we are the people of his pasture, and the sheep of his hand.
Isaiah xxv
For thou hast done wonderful things, in faithfulness and truth.
Lo, this is our God; we have waited for him, and he will save us: this is the Lord;
We have waited for him, we will be glad and rejoice in his salvation.
# The Army and Navy Hymnal/Readings/Comfort in God's Power

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COMFORT IN GOD'S POWER
Isaiah xi
COMFORT ye, comfort ye my people, saith your God.
Speak ye comfortably to Jerusalem; and cry unto her, that her warfare is accomplished,
That her iniquity is pardoned, that she hath received of the
Lord's hand double for all her sins.
The voice of one that crieth, Prepare ye in the wilderness the way of the Lord;
Make level in the desert a highway for our God.
Every valley shall be exalted, and every mountain and hill shall be made low;
And the uneven shall be made level, and the rough places a plain.
And the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together;
For the mouth of the Lord hath spoken it.
The voice of one saying, Cry. And one said, What shall I cry ?
All flesh is grass, and all the goodliness thereof is as the flower of the field.
The grass withereth, the flower fadeth, because the breath of the Lord bloweth upon it;
Surely the people is grass. The grass withereth, the flower fadeth;
But the word of our God shall stand for ever.
Psalm xivi
GOD is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble.
Therefore will we not fear, though the earth do change, and though the mountains be shaken into the heart of the seas;
Though the waters thereof roar and be troubled, though the
mountains tremble with the swelling thereof.
There is a river, the streams whereof make glad the city of God,
The holy place of the tabernacles of the Most High.
God is in the midst of her; she shall not be moved: God will help her, and that right early.
The nations raged, the kingdoms were moved: he uttered his
voice, the earth melted.
The Lord of hosts is with us; the God of Jacob is our refuge.
Come, behold the works of the Lord, what desolations he hath made in the earth.
He maketh wars to cease unto the end of the earth; he breaketh the bow, and cutteth the spear in sunder;
He burneth the chariots in the fire.
Be still, and know that I am God:
I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted in the earth,
The Lord of hosts is with us; the God of Jacob is our refuge.
# The Army and Navy Hymnal/Readings/Confidence in God

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CONFIDENCE IN GOD
Psalm xci
HE that dwelleth in the secret place of the Most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty.
I will say of the Lord, He is my refuge and my fortress; my God, in whom I trust.
For he will deliver thee from the snare of the fowler, and from the deadly pestilence.
He will cover thee with his pinions, and under his wings shall
thou take refuge:
His truth is a shield and a buckler.
Thou shalt not be afraid for the terror by night,
Nor for the arrow that flieth by day;
For the pestilence that walketh in darkness,
Nor for the destruction that wasteth at noonday.
A thousand shall fall at thy side, and ten thousand at thy right hand;
But it shall not come nigh thee.
Only with thine eyes shalt thou behold, and see the reward of the wicked,
For thou, Lord, art my refuge! thou hast made the Most High thy habitation;
There shall no evil befall thee, neither shall any plague come nigh thy tent.
For he will give his angels charge over thee, to keep thee in all thy ways.
They shall bear thee up in their hands, lest thou dash thy foot against a stone.
Thou shalt tread upon the lion and adder:
The young lion and the serpent shalt thou trample under foot.
Because he hath set his love upon me, therefore will I deliver him: I will set him on high, because he hath known my name.
He shall call upon me, and I will answer him; I will be with him in trouble:
I will deliver him, and honor him.
With long life will I satisfy him, and show him my salvation.
# The Bothnea and the Jahnstoff/Opinion of the Court

* Court Documents
* Case Syllabus
* Opinion of the Court
After duly weighing the evidence in these cases, a majority of the court are of opinion that the vessel and cargo must be adjudged to the owners, officers, and crew of the capturing privateer. Independently of the act of landing the entire crews of the captured vessels, there was nothing in the case which necessarily led to suspicion. And this is explained on a ground that is very plausible, to wit, that having a course to run which swarmed with enemy's vessels, their intention was to personate the original crew, and pass off the prizes on the approach of an enemy, under their original character. It is not at all impossible that nothing but this ruse de guerre may have been in contemplation of the crew. There is, indeed, something in it peculiarly characteristic, when we consider the spirit of adventure, and great mental resources which distinguish the people of whom the crew was composed. It is to be regretted that this talent for enterprise had not been always more happily applied than it was in the adventure of the Jahnstoff and Bothnea. These vessels had both been employed in transporting provisions from New Haven to Halifax, and were now returning with cargoes of dry goods to be smuggled into the United States in the vicinity of the same place. The documentary evidence shows an intimate correspondence between the shippers at Halifax and some persons resident in the United States. But who they were must remain unknown, as the merchants in Halifax have, in their examination, refused to betray them. That the voyages of these vessels was loaded with infamy no one pretends to deny. The reasoning of the courts below is unanswerable on this point. But the majority of this court are of opinion that the evidence is not sufficient to fasten on the captors a participation in the fraud. The whole may have been, for aught we know, a combination of machinery, the result of the most consummate art. It is certainly true that, in one view of the case, every thing may be attributed to artifice, in another to natural conduct. Scarcely a feature of it may not be indifferently pronounced the lineament of guilt or innocence. In such a case a court of justice has no alternative. It must pronounce in favour of innocence.
The decrees below will, therefore, be reversed, and the vessels and cargoes adjudged to the captors.
Mr. Justice STORY gave no opinion.
Sentence reversed.

## Notes

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# The Bothie of Toper-na-fuosich/Advert

In the course of November,
AMBARVALIA,
POEMS
BY THOMAS BURBIDGE AND ARTHUR H. CLOUGH.
LONDON: CHAPMAN AND HALL, 186, STRAND. OXFORD: FRANCIS MACPHERSON.
# The Bottle Imp

* "The Bottle Imp" Island nights' entertainments … with illustrations by Gordon Brown and William Hatherell. New York: Scribner. 1901.
* "The Bottle Imp" [user transcription]
# The Bat and the Weasels

Perry index 172
* "A Bat and a Weazle", part of "Fable XXXIX to XLI", in Fables of Æsop and Other Eminent Mythologists (1692)
* "The Bat and the Weasels", translated by George Fyler Townsend, in Three Hundred Æsop's Fables (1867)
* "The Bat and the Weasels", translated by Vernon Stanley Jones, in Æsop's fables: A New Translation (1912)
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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# The Bat is dun, with wrinkled Wings—

The Bat is dun, with wrinkled Wings — Like fallow Article — And not a song pervade his Lips — Or none perceptible.
His small Umbrella quaintly halved Describing in the Air An Arc alike inscrutable Elate Philosopher.
Deputed from what Firmament — Of what Astute Abode — Empowered with what Malignity Auspiciously withheld —
To his adroit Creator Acribe no less the praise — Beneficent, believe me, His Eccentricities —
# The Black Cat (magazine)/Volume 6/Number 11

The Black Cat
Copyright,1901, by The Shortstory Publishing Co.
August 1901
Fifty Dollars' Margin.
Paul Shoup.
A Witch City Mystery.
Frederic Van Rensselaer Dey.
The Wayside Sphinx.
Mary Foote Arnold.
The Wine of Pantinelli.
Harle Oren Cummins.
Flying the Flume.
Bailey Millard.
The Face in the Mirror.
Richard Barker Shelton.
No. 71. Copyright, 1901, by The Shortstory Publishing Co.
THE SHORTSTORY PUBLISHING CO., 144 HIGH ST. BOSTON,MASS.
The Black Cat
A Monthly Magazine of Original Short Stories.
Copyright, 1901, by The Shortstory Publishing Co. All rights reserved.
Entered at the Post-Office at Boston, Mass., as second-class matter.
This work is in the public domain in the United States because it was published before January 1, 1929.
This work may be in the public domain in countries and areas with longer native copyright terms that apply the rule of the shorter term to foreign works.
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# The Big Bow Mystery

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[Edition: Chicago and New York; Rand, McNally & Company, 1895.] It was originally serialised in The Star newspaper in 1891, before being published as a novel the following year. The Big Bow Mystery was the among the first locked room mystery novels. It has been almost continuously in print since 1891 and has been used as the basis for three commercial movies.
The •••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Big Bow Mystery ••••• By ••••••••••• I. Zangwill
Chicago and New York Rand, McNally & Company
Copyright, 1895, by Rand, McNally & Co.
* Introduction iii
* Note ix
* Chapter I 1
* Chapter II 19
* Chapter III 27
* Chapter IV 55
* Chapter V 71
* Chapter VI 91
* Chapter VII 113
* Chapter VIII 123
* Chapter IX 153
* Chapter X 164
* Chapter XI 202
* Chapter XII 218
This work is in the public domain in the United States because it was published before January 1, 1929.
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# The Book of Scottish Song/The Captive Huntsman

The Captive Huntsman.
[This beautiful song occurs in Sir Walter Scott's "Lady of the Lake."]
My hawk is tired of perch and hood, My idle greyhound loathes his food, My horse is weary of his stall, And I am sick of captive thrall. I wish I were as I have been, Hunting the hart in forests green, With bended bow and bloodhound free, For that's the life is meet for me
I hate to learn the ebb of time, From yon dull steeple's drowsy chime, Or mark it as the sunbeams crawl, Inch after inch along the wall. The lark was wont my matin ring, The sable rook my vespers sing; These towers, although a king's they be, Have not a hall of joy for me.
No more at dawning morn I rise, And sun myself in Ellen's eyes, Drive the fleet deer the forest through, And homeward wend with evening dew; A blithesome welcome blithely meet, And lay my trophies at her feet, While fled the eve on wing of glee— That life is lost to love and me.
# The Book of Scottish Song/The Carle

The Carle.
[From Ramsay's Tea-Table Miscellany. There is an older version of the same song given in Thomson's Orpheus Caledonius, published in 1725.]
The carle he cam' ower the craft, Wi' his beard new-shaven; He looked at me as he'd been daft,— The carle trowed that I wad ha'e him. Hout awa'! I winna ha'e him! Na, forsooth, I winna ha'e him! For a' his beard new-shaven, Ne'er a bit o' me will ha'e him.
A siller brooch he ga'e me neist, To fasten on my curchie nookit. I wore 't a wee upon my breist, But soon, alake! the tongue o't crookit; And sae may his; I winna ha'e him! Na, forsooth, I winna ha'e him! Twice-a-bairn's a lassie's jest; Sae ony fool for me may ha'e him.
The carle has nae fault but ane; For he has land and dollars plenty; But, waes me for him, skin and bane Is no for a plump lass of twenty. Hout awa', I winna ha'e him! Na, forsooth, I winna ha'e him! What signifies his dirty riggs, And cash, without a man wi' them?
But should my cankert daddie gar Me tak' him 'gainst my inclination, I warm the fumbler to beware That antlers dinna claim their station. Hout awa'! I winna ha'e him! Na, forsooth, I winna ha'e him! I'm fleyed to crack the holy band, Sae lawty says, I should na hae him.
# The Book of Scottish Song/The Cauldrife Wooer

The Cauldrife Wooer.
[This song first appeared in Herd's collection, 1776. Nothing is known of its authorship. In modern collections, it is generally entitled "The Brisk Young Lad," a very different designation from its original one of "The Cauldrife Wooer." The tune, which is a lively one, goes by the comical name of "Bung your eye in the morning."]
There cam' a young man to my daddie's door, My daddie's door, my daddie's door; There cam' a young man to my daddie's door, Cam' seeking me to woo. And wow! but he was a braw young lad, A brisk young lad, and a braw young lad, And wow! but he was a braw young lad, Cam' seeking me to woo.
But I was baking when he came, When he came, when he came; I took him in and gied him a scone, To thowe his frozen mou'.
I set him in aside the bink; I ga'e him bread and ale to drink; But ne'er a blythe styme wad he blink, Until his wame was fu'.
Gae, get you gone, you cauldrife wooer, Ye sour-looking, cauldrife wooer ', I straightway show'd him to the door, Saying, Come nae mair to woo.
There lay a deuk-dub before the door, Before the door, before the door; There lay a deuk-dub before the door, And there fell he, I trow!
Out cam' the gudeman, and high he shouted; Out cam' the guid-wife, and laigh she louted; And a' the toun-neebors were gather'd about it; And there lay he I trow:
Then out cam' I, and sneer'd and smil'd; Ye cam' to woo, but ye're a' beguiled; Ye've fe'en i' the dirt, and ye're a' befyled; We'll ha'e nae mair o' you!
# The Book of Scottish Song/The Collier's bonnie lassie

The Collier's bonnie lassie.
[This is Ramsay's version of an old song called "The Collier's bonnie lassie," and appears in the first volume of his Tea-Table Miscellany. The first stanza of the original song ran thus:
The collier has a daughter, And, O! she's wondrous bonnie; A laird he was that sought her, Rich baith in lands and money. She wadna ha'e a laird, Nor wad she be a lady; But she wad ha'e a collier, The colour o' her daddie.
The tune is given in the Orpheus Caledonius (1725.) It was selected by Gay for one of his songs in his Opera called "Polly," beginning "When right and wrong's decided."]
The collier has a daughter, And, O! she's wondrous bonnie. A laird he was that sought her, Rich baith in lands and money. The tutors watched the motion Of this young honest lover: But love is like the ocean; Wha can its depths discover! ​He had the art to please ye, And was by a' respected; His airs sat round him easy, Genteel but unaffected. The collier's bonnie lassie, Fair as the new-blown lilie, Aye sweet, and never saucy, Secured the heart o' Willie.
He loved, beyond expression, The charms that were about her, And panted for possession; His life was dull without her. After mature resolving, Close to his breast he held her; In saftest flames dissolving, He tenderly thus telled her:
My bonnie collier's daughter, Let naething discompose ye; It's no your scanty tocher, Shall ever gar me lose ye: For I have gear in plenty; And love says, it's my duty To ware what heaven has lent me Upon your wit and beauty.
# The Book of Scottish Song/The Cogie 1

The Cogie.
[Tannahill.—Tune, "Cauld kail in Aberdeen."]
When poortith cauld, and sour disdain, Hang o'er life's vale sae fogie, The sun that brightens up the scene, Is friendship's kindly cogie. Then, O revere the cogie, sirs, The friendly, social cogie; It gars the wheels o' life rin light, Though e'er sae doilt and clogie.
Let pride in fortune's chariots fly, Sae empty, vain, and vogie; The source of wit, the spring of joy, Lies in the social cogie. Then, O revere the cogie, sirs, The independent cogie; And never snool beneath the frown Of onie selfish rogie.
Poor modest worth, with heartless e'e, Sits hurkling in the bogie, Till she asserts her dignity, By virtue of the cogie. Then, O revere the cogie, sirs, The poor man's patron cogie, It warsals care, it fights life's faughts, And lifts him frae the bogie.
Gi'e feckless Spain her weak snail broo, Gi'e France her weel spic'd frogie, Gi'e brither John his luncheon too, But gi'e to us our cogie. Then, O revere the cogie, sirs, Our kind heart-warming cogie; We doubly feel the social tie, When just a wee thought grogie.
In days of yore our sturdy sires, Upon their hills sae scrogie, Glow'd with true freedom's warmest fires, And fought to save their cogie. ​Then, O revere the cogie, sirs, Our brave forefathers' cogie; It rous'd them up to doughty deeds, O'er which we'll lang be vogie.
Then here's may Scotland ne'er fa' down, A cringing coward dogie, But bauldly stand, and bang the loon, Wha'd reave her of her cogie. Then, O protect the cogie, sirs, Our good auld mither's cogie; Nor let her luggie e'er be drain'd By ony foreign rogie.
# The Book of Scottish Song/The Cardin' o't

The Cardin’ o’t.
[Written by Burns after an old song, a tune called "Salt Fish and Dumplings." "Haslock woo'" is the wool shorn from the throats of sheep, and is the finest of the fleece.]
I coft a stane o' haslock woo', To make a coat to Johnny o't; For Johnny is my only jo, I lo'e him best of ony yet. The cardin' o't, the spinnin' o't, The warpin' o't, the winnin' o't; When ilka ell cost me a groat, The tailor staw the lynin' o't.
For though his locks be lyart grey, And though his brow be held aboon; Yet I ha'e seen him on a day The pride of a' the parishen. The cardin' o't, the spinnin' o't, The warpin' o't, the winnin' o't; When ilka ell cost me a groat, The tailor staw the lynin' o't.
# The Book of Scottish Song/The Cock-Laird

The Cock-Laird.
[This is a song considerably older than the days of Ramsay, although it is sometimes attributed to him. The original verses are given in Thomson's Orpheus Caledonius (1725.) One or two of these are too coarse for insertion. The present version is given from a collation of several copies. A "cock-laird" means a small proprietor.]
A cock-laird, fu' cadgie, Wi' Jennie did meet; He hawsed, he kiss'd her. And ca'd her his sweet. Wilt thou gae alang wi' me, Jennie, Jennie? Thou'se be my ain lemmane, Jo Jennie, quo' he.
If I gae alang wi' thee, Ye maunna fail To feast me wi' caddels And guid hackit kail. What needs a' this vanity, Jennie? quo' he; Is na bannocks and dribly-beards Guid meat for thee?
Gin I gang alang wi' you, I maun ha'e a silk hood, A kirtle-sark, wyliecoat, And a silk snood, To tie up my hair in A cockernonie. Hout awa', thou's gane wud, I trow, Jennie! quo' he.
Gin ye'd ha'e me look bonnie, And shine like the moon, I maun ha'e katlets and patlets, And cam'rel-heel'd shoon; Wi' craig-claiths and lug-babs, And rings twa or three. Hout the deil's in your vanity, Jennie! quo' he.
And I maun ha'e pinners, With pearlins set roun', A skirt o' the puady, And a waistcoat o' brown. Awa' wi' sic vanities, Jennie, quo' he, For curches and kirtles Are fitter for thee.
My lairdship can yield me As muckle a-year, As haud us in pottage And guid knockit bear But, havin' nae tenants, Oh, Jennie, Jennie, To buy ought I ne'er have A penny, quo' he.
The Borrowstown merchants Will sell ye on tick; For we maun ha'e braw things, Although they should break; ​When broken, frae care The fools are set free, When we mak' them lairds In the Abbey, quo' she.
# The Book of Scottish Song/The Cogie 2

The Cogie.
[Daniel M'Phail, (see p. 192.)—Tune, "Loch-Erroch Side."]
Let bardies tune the rural strain, And sing the loves o' nymph or swain, Or mourn the hapless lover's pain, That's slighted by his dearie. But me, nae tale o' love-sick dame, Shall lighten to the paths o' fame, My dearest joy, my only theme, Shall be a social cogie.
In morn o' life, wi' cantie glee, We mark wi' youthfu' fancy's e'e, Our daddies roun' the barley bree, Fu' couth an' unco cheerie. But when to manhood's height we speel, An' meet through life some hearty chiel, In friendship's glow, it's then we feel, The pleasures o' the cogie.
Through life, when fortune turns her wheel, And ruin's blast blaws roun' our biel, Nae frien'ly han' then near to shiel, But a' gae tapsalteerie; E'en then, wi' some leal-hearted frien', Wha's life ance happier days ha'e seen, We baith on hope our sorrows lean, And cry, "anither cogie."
See lyart age, wi' joyless years, On life's dark brink wi' dowie fears, Nae fostering hope his bosom cheers, The prospect's dark an' drearie: E'en then, when tales o' auld langsyne Bring youthfu' cantie days to min', Mang former joys our cares we tyne, An' toom the cheering cogie.
Thus ilka scene o' life we see, Is strongly mark'd wi' social glee; Then let us taste the joys that flee— In youth or age be cheerie. Then roun' when social spirits join, An' hearts an' han's in friendship twine, Owre whiskey, nappy yill, or wine, 'Tis still a social cogie.