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# The Bar-tender's Guide/Prepared Cocktails for Bottling

Prepared Cocktails for Bottling.
Brandy Cocktail for Bottling.
* Take 5 gallons of strong brandy.
* Take 2 gallons of water.
* Take 1 quart of Stoughton’s Bitters.
* Take 1 quart of gum syrup.
* Take 1 bottle of Curaçoa.
Mix thoroughly, and filter through Canton flannel.
Brandy Cocktail for Bottling.
* Take 5 gallons of spirits (70 per cent.).
* Take 2 gallons of water.
* Take 1 quart of gum syrup.
* Take ¼ pint of essence of Cognac.
* Take 1 ounce of tincture of cloves.
* Take 1 ounce of tincture of gentian.
* Take 2 ounces of tincture of orange peel.
* Take ¼ounce of tincture of cardamoms.
* Take ½ ounce of tincture of liquorice root.
Mix the essence and tinctures with a portion of the spirits; add the remainder of the ingredients, and ​color with a sufficient quantity of Solferino and caramel (in equal parts) to give the desired color.
Gin Cocktail for Bottling.
* Take 5 gallons of gin.
* Take 2 gallons of water.
* Take 1 quart of gum syrup.
* Take 2 ounces of tincture of orange peel.
* Take 7 ounces of tincture of gentian.
* Take ½ ounce of tincture of cardamoms.
* Take ½ ounce of tincture of lemon peel.
Mix them together, and give the desired color with Solferino and caramel, in equal proportions.
Bourbon Cocktail for Bottling.
* Take 2 gallons of water.
* Take 1 quart of gum syrup.
* Take 2 ounces of tincture of orange peel.
* Take 1 ounce of tincture of lemon peel.
* Take 1 ounce of tincture of gentian.
* Take 1½ ounce of tincture of cardamoms.
Mix these ingredients thoroughly, and color with Solferino and caramel, in equal proportions.
# The Bar-tender's Guide/Pousse l’Amour

Pousse l’Amour.
(Use a Sherry glass.)
* Take ½ glass of Maraschino.
* Take Yolk of one egg.
* Take Sufficient vanilla cordial to surround the egg.
* Take 1 table-spoonful of fine old brandy.
First, pour in the Maraschino, then introduce the yolk with a spoon, without disturbing the Maraschino, next carefully surround the egg with vanilla cordial, and lastly put the brandy on top.
In making a Pousse of any kind the greatest care should be observed to keep all the ingredients composing it separate. This may best be accomplished, by pouring the different materials from a sherry wine glass, The accompanying illustration will give a tolerable idea of how this delicious French drink should be prepared.
It requires a steady hand and careful manipulation to succeed in making a perfect Pousse.
# The Bar-tender's Guide/Punch a la Romaine

Punch a la Romaine.
(For a party of fifteen.)
* Take 1 bottle of rum.
* Take 1 bottle of wine.
* Take 10 lemons.
* Take 2 sweet oranges.
* Take 2 pounds of powdered sugar.
* Take 10 eggs.
Dissolve the sugar in the juice of the lemons and oranges, adding the thin rind of one orange; strain through a sieve into a bowl, and add by degrees the whites of the eggs beaten to a froth. Place the bowl on ice for a while, then stir in briskly the rum and the wine.
# The Bar-tender's Guide/Punch Grassot

Punch Grassot.
(The following recipe was given by M. Grassot, the eminent French custodian of the Palais Royal, to Mr. Howard Paul, the celebrated “Entertainer,” when performing in Paris.)
(Use a large goblet.)
* Take 1 wine-glass of brandy.
* Take 1 tea-spoonful of Curaçoa.
* Take 1 drop of acetic acid.
* Take 2 tea-spoonfuls of simple syrup.
* Take 1 tea-spoonful of strawberry syrup.
* Take ¼ of a pint of water.
* Take Half a small lemon, sliced.
Mix, serve up with ice, in large goblet, and, if possible, garnish the top with a slice of peach or apricot. In cold weather this punch is admirable served hot.
# The Bar-tender's Guide/Punch Jelly

Punch Jelly.
* Take 1 quart of Punch à la Ford.
* Take 3 ounces of isinglass.
* Take ½ pint of water.
Dissolve the isinglass in the water, boiling; add it while hot to the punch, and then pour into jelly-moulds, taking care they are not disturbed until the jelly is completely set.
In a similar manner, orange, lemon, or calf’s-foot jelly can be converted into punch jelly, by using Punch à la Ford, prepared with less lemon juice.
Punch Jelly is a very insinuating and deceptive refreshment, because its strength is not appreciated when partaking of it, and it must therefore be indulged in with becoming moderation.
# The Bar-tender's Guide/Quince Liqueur

Quince Liqueur.
(One-and-a-half gallons.)
* Take 2 quarts of quince juice.
* Take 4 quarts of Cognac brandy.
* Take 2½ pounds of white sugar.
* Take 12 ounces of bitter almonds, bruised.
* Take 1 pound of coriander-seeds.
* Take 36 cloves.
Grate a sufficient number of quinces to make two quarts of juice, and squeeze them through a jelly-bag. Mix the ingredients all together, and put them into a demijohn, and shake well every day for ten days. Then strain the liquid through a jelly-bag till it is perfectly clear, and bottle for use. This is a delightful liqueur, and can be relied upon, as it is from a recipe in the possession of a lady who is famous for concocting delicious potations.
# The Bar-tender's Guide/Punch a la Ford

Punch a la Ford.
(For bottling.)
(A recipe from Benson E. Hill, Esq., author of “The Epicure’s Almanac.”)
* Take 3 dozen lemons.
* Take 2 pounds of loaf-sugar.
* Take 1 pint of Cognac.
* Take 1 pint of old Jamaica rum.
The lemons should have smooth rinds. Peel the yellow rinds off quite thin with a sharp knife, place them in an earthen vessel; add the sugar, aud stir thoroughly for nearly half an hour with a flat piece of wood, to extract the essential oil. Pour boiling water on, and stir until the sugar is completely dissolved.
Cut and squeeze the lemons, straining the juice from the pips. Place the pips in a jug and pour boiling water upon them to obtain the mucilage in which they are enveloped.
​Pour one-half of the lemon juice into the syrup, strain the water from the pips, and add it also to the syrup, taking care that the syrup is not too watery. Next, add more sugar or more lemon juice, to make the mixture accord to the taste. Lastly add and stir in the above amount of spirits to every three quarts of the lemonade, and bottle.
This punch improves by age if kept in a cool cellar.
# The Bar-tender's Guide/Raspberry Shrub

Raspberry Shrub.
(To make one gallon.)
* Take 1 quart of vinegar.
* Take 3 quarts of ripe raspberries.
After standing a day, strain it, adding to each pint a pound of sugar, and skim it clear, while boiling about half an hour. Put a wine-glass of brandy to each pint of the shrub, when cool.
Two spoonfuls of this mixed with a tumbler of water, is an excellent drink in warm weather and in fevers.
# The Book of Scottish Song/Of a' the airts

Of a’ the airts.
[This very beautiful song was at one time popular all over the country, and though not now so frequently to be heard, it is still a general favourite.—Burns wrote the first two verses of it in the summer of 1788, just when he had taken possession of the farm of Ellisland, in Dumfriesshire, and was overseeing the erection of new farm-house and offices, previous to the reception of Jean Armour as his legalized wife. During this period, which he calls his "honeymoon," he seems to have entertained the fondest affection and highest admiration for his "bonnie Jean," and to have contemplated with rapture the prospect of being at last enabled to place her in honourable position under a roof of his own. The song, beginning,
"O were I on Parnassus' hill,"
was written at this time also, and betrays, even more passionately than the present, the depth of his affection towards his recently-wedded wife. So, It was not till November in the above year that Mrs. Burns was removed to Ellisland, but during the long summer, while the farm-steading was being rebuilt, the poet paid several visits to Ayrshire, and saw her at her father's house in Mauchline. The four concluding stanzas of the song, as here given, were not written by Burns, but were, we believe, added by William Reid, late bookseller in Glassow. Other accounts say, that Mr. Reid was author only of the third and fourth stanzas, and that the two concluding ones were written by John Hamilton, bookseller, Edinburgh.—The air of the song was composed by William Marshall, butler to the duke of Gordon, and called "Mliss Admiral Gordon's strathspey. It was partly founded on the old tune, "The Lowlands of Holland."]
Of a' the airts the wind can blaw, I dearly like the west: For there the bonnie lassie lives, The lass that I lo'e best: Though wild woods grow, and rivers row, Wi' monie a hill between, Baith day and night, my fancy's flight Is ever wi' my Jean.
I see her in the dewy flow’r, Sae lovely, sweet, and fair; I hear her voice in ilka bird, Wi' music charm the air: There's not a bonnie flower that springs. By fountain, shaw, or green, Nor yet a bonnie bird that sings. But minds me o' my Jean.
Upon the banks o' flowing Clyde The lasses busk them braw; But when their best they ha'e put on, My Jeanie dings them a'; In hamely weeds she far exceeds The fairest o' the town; Baith sage and gay confess it sae, Though drest in russet gown.
The gamesome lamb, that sucks its dam, Mair harmless canna be; She has nae faut, if sic ye ca't, Except her love for me: The sparkling dew, o' clearest hue, Is like her shining een; In shape and air, wha can compare Wi' my sweet lovely Jean?
O blaw, ye westlin' winds, blaw saft Amang the leafy trees; Wi' gentle gale, frae muir and dale, Bring hame the laden bees; And bring the lassie back to me That's aye sae neat and clean; Ae blink o' her wad banish care, Sae lovely is my Jean.
What sighs and vows amang the knowes Ha'e past atween us twa! How fain to meet, how wae to part, That day she gade awa'! The powers aboon can only ken, To whom the heart is seen, That nane can be sae dear to me, As my sweet lovely Jean!
# The Book of Scottish Song/Oh, Poverty

Oh, Poverty.
[From a small volume of "Scottish Songs, by Alexander Hume," published at London in 1835.—Air, "The Posie."]
Eliza was a bonnie lass, an' O, she lo'ed me weel;— Sic love as canna find a tongue, but only hearts can feel; But I was poor, her father doure; be wadna look on me— Oh, poverty! oh, poverty! that love should bow to thee.
I went unto her mother; an' I argued, an' I fleeched; I spak' o' love an' honesty, an' mair an' mair beseech'd. But she was deaf to a' my grief, she wadna look on me— Oh, poverty! oh, poverty! that love should bow to thee.
I neist went to her brother, an' I told him a' my pain: Oh, he was wae, he tried to say, but it was a' in vain;
Though he was weel in love himsel', nae feeling he'd for me— Oh, poverty! oh, poverty! that love should bow to thee.
Oh, wealth, it makes the fool a sage, the knave an honest man; An' cankered grey locks young again, gin he ha'e gear an' lan': To age maun beauty ope her arms, though wi' a tearfu' e'e— Oh, poverty! oh, poverty! that love should bow to thee.
But wait a wee, O love is slee, and winna be said nay; It breaks a' chains except its ain, but it maun ha'e its way; Auld age was blind, the priest was kind—now happy as can be; Oh, poverty! oh, poverty! we're wed in spite o' thee.
# The Book of Scottish Song/O ye wha here

O ye wha here.
[Written by George Robertson, and sung at the celebration of St. Andrew in the city of Savannah in 1825.]
Oh! ye wha here, wi' cheerfu' glee, Around the festal board unite; Whilst happy moments tip-toe flee And smile upon the joyous night. Let's drink our drap o' barley bree, Though moon and stars should blink thegither, To each leal lad wi' kilted knee, And bonnie lass amang the heather.
Sons o' the Gael! wha ne'er ha'e bent The knee to fawn on frien' or foe, Whose heart's best bluid was ever spent In freedom's cause, through weal and woe. Let's drink our drap, &e.
The Roman eagle ne'er could reach The heath-crown'd mountains o' the free; And England's lion backward turn'd Wi' bluidy mane and sunken e'e. Then let us drink, &c.
O' days lang syne, let history tell Now broad claymore and gleaming brand In cow'ring tyrants vengefu' fell, How triumph'd that immortal band. Then let us drink, &c.
Frae pole to pole, frae sea to sea; Scotia! to thee the meed is paid, The brave example take by thee, And beauty nestles in the plaid. Then here's a health in barley bree, &c.
And here's to a' wha keep this day, And here's to a' wha drink this night, And here's to them that's far awa', And muckle joy and pure delight. A bumper fill wi' barley bree, &c.
Though seas atween us roll and rave, Still friendship's bonds our hearts entwine, Then here's ourselves and a' the lave, Whom charity and love combine. A health to a' in barley bree, Oursel's and a' the warld thegither, To a' wha love the kilted knee, Or bonnie lasses in the heather.
# The Book of Scottish Song/October Winds

October Winds.
[The author of this song was James Scadlock, a native of the banks of the Levern in Renfrewshire, and by profession a copper-plate engraver. He was an intimate friend of Tannahill's. After his death, which took place in 1818, a small volume of his poems was printed for the benefit of his family.—Air, "O my love's bonnie."]
October winds, wi' biting breath, Now nip the leaves that's yellow fading; Nae gowans glint upon the green, Alas! they're co'er'd wi' winter's cleading. As through the woods I musing gang, Nae birdies cheer me frae the bushes, Save little Robin's lanely sang, Wild warbling where the burnie gushes.
The sun is jogging down the brae, Dimly through the mist he's shining, And cranreugh hoar creeps o'er the grass, As day resigns his throne to e'ening. Oft let me walk at twilight grey, To view the face of dying nature, Till spring again wi' mantle green, Delights the heart o' ilka creature.
# The Book of Scottish Song/Oh, take me to yon sunny isle

Oh, take me to yon sunny isle.
[Robert Gilfillan—Music by J. Satchell.]
Oh! take me to yon sunny isle that stands in Fortha's sea, For there, all lonely, I may weep, since tears my lot must be; The cavern'd rocks alone shall hear my anguish and my woe, But can their echoes Mary bring? ah! no, no, no!
I'll wander by the silent shore, or climb the rocky steep, And list to ocean murmuring the music of the deep; But when the soft moon lights the waves in evening's silver glow, Shall Mary meet me 'neath its light? ah! no, no, no!
I'll speak of her to every flower, and lovely flowers are there, They'll may be bow their heads and weep, for she, like them, was fair,— And every bird I'll teach a song, a plaintive song of woe, But Mary cannot hear their strains?—ah! no, no, no!
Slow steals the sun a-down the sky, as loth to part with day, But airy morn with carolling voice shall wake him forth as gay; Yet Mary's sun rose bright and fair, and now that sun is low, Shall its fair beam e'er grace the morn? ah! no, no, no!
But I must shed the hidden tear, lest Mary mark my care: The stifling groan may break my heart, but it shall linger there! I'll even feign the outward smile, to hide my inward woe, I would not have her weep in heaven—ah! no, no, no!
# The Book of Scottish Song/Oh, Helen dear

Oh, Helen dear.
[Thomas Anderson.—Here first printed.—Tune, "John Anderson, my jo."]
Oh, Helen dear! oh, Helen dear! Do ye no mind the day, When you and I were lad and lass, And on the green did stray; When wearied wi' our walk at e'en, I kindly led you hame, And stole the tender parting kiss, And breathed your cherish'd name?
I'm sure our hearts were guileless then, And free from every stain; We little dream'd that aught on earth Could ever gi'e us pain. But days and years ha'e o'er us pass'd, And weel ye ken, I ween, That sorrows, toils, and troubles great, Our dreary lot ha'e been.
And what may be our future fate, Ah! little do we ken, But, trusting aye to providence, We'll tak' what heaven may sen'. This chequer'd scene it soon will close, And we will get the ca', Just like the sere and yellow leaf, When winter's bleak winds blaw.
# The Book of Scottish Song/Oh, I lo'ed

Oh, I lo'ed.
[From "Poetical Remains of the late Robert Fraser, Editor of the Fife Herald," Cupar, 1839. Mr. Fraser died in 1839; he was a native of Pathhead in Fifeshire.]
Oh, I lo'ed my lassie weel, How weel I canna tell— Lang, lang ere ithers trow'd, Lang ere I wist mysel'. At the school amang the lave, If I wrestled or I ran, I cared nae for the prize If she saw me when I wan.
Oh, I lo'ed my lassie weel, When the gleesome days were gane, 'Mang a' the bonnie an' the gude To match her saw I nane; Though the cauld warl' o'er me cam' Wi' its cumber an' its toil, My day-tide dool was a' forgot In her blythe e'enin' smile.
Oh, I lo'ed, nor lo'ed in vain, An' though mony cam' to woo, Wha to won her wad been fain, Yet to me she aye was true; She grat wi' very joy When our waddin' day was set, An' though twal' gude years sinsyne ha'e fled, She's my darling lassie yet.
# The Book of Scottish Song/Oh, dinna ask me

Oh, dinna ask me.
[Dunlop.—Tune, "Comin' through the rye."]
Oh! dinna ask me gin I lo'e thee; Troth, I daurna tell: Dinna ask me gin I lo'e ye; Ask it o' yoursel'.
Oh! dinna look sae sair at me, For weel ye ken me true; O, gin ye look sae sair at me, I daurna look at you.
When ye gang to yon braw braw town, And bonnier lasses see, O, dinna, Jamie, look at them, Lest you should mind na me.
For I could never bide the lass, That ye'd lo'e mair than me; And O, I'm sure, my heart would break, Gin ye'd prove false to me.
# The Book of Scottish Song/Oh, how could I venture

Oh, how could I venture.
[Also written by Dr. Webster to the tune of "Alloa House," and first printed, though in an incomplete form, in the Scots Magazine for November, 1747. This lyric is marked by very fervent passion, and may be thought by some to be rather strong language for a clergyman to use; but indeed, it is a curious fact that we are indebted to the cloth for many of our best love-songs. The following four lines cannot be sufficiently admired:
When I see you, I love you; when hearing, adore; I wonder, and think you a woman no more; Till, mad wi' admiring, I canna contain, And, kissing your lips, you turn woman again.
"There is a tradition," says Mr. Chambers, "that Dr. Webster wrote this song in early life, in consequence of a lady of superior rank, whom he was I engaged to woo for another, condescending to betray a passion for him." The lady in question, to whom Dr. Webster was eventually married, was a daughter of Colonel Erskine of Alva, and nearly related to the Dundonald Camily.]
Oh, how could I venture to love one like thee, And you not despise a poor conquest like me, On lords, thy admirers, could look wi' disdain, And knew I was naething, yet pitied my pain? You said, while they teased you with nonsense and dress, When real the passion, the vanity's less; You saw through that silence which others despise, And, while beaux were a-talking, read love in my eyes.
Oh, how shall I fauld thee, and kiss a' thy charms, Till, fainting wi' pleasure, I die in your arms; Through all the wild transports of ecstacy tost, Till, sinking together, together we're lost! ​Oh, where is the maid that like thee ne'er can cloy, Whose wit can enliven each dull pause of joy; And when the short raptures are all at an end, From beautiful mistress turn sensible friend?
In vain do I praise thee, or strive to reveal, (Too nice for expression,) what only we feel: In a' that ye do, in each look and each mien, The graces in waiting adorn you unseen. When I see you, I love you; when hearing, adore; I wonder and think you a woman no more: Till, mad wi' admiring, I canna contain, And, kissing your lips, you turn woman again.
With thee in my bosom how can I despair? I'll gaze on thy beauties, and look awa' care; I'll ask thy advice, when with troubles opprest, Which never displeases, but always is best. In all that I write I'll thy judgment require; Thy wit shall correct what thy charms did inspire. I'll kiss thee and press thee till youth is all o'er, And then live in friendship, when passion's no more.
# The Blue Curtains

Included in the collection Smith and the Pharaohs And Other Tales.

## Contents

* Chapter I
* Chapter II
* Chapter III
* Chapter IV
* Chapter V
* Chapter VI
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# The Blue City

* "The Blue City" in Weird Tales, 10 (3) (September 1927)
* "The Blue City," in The Wind That Tramps the World (1929)
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# The Blond Spiders

* information about this edition.
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Africa—elephant hunters find more dangerous game
A Complete Novelette $^{by}$CHARLES BEADLE
Author of “The Lost Cure,” “The Land of Ophir,” etc.
* Chapter I
* Chapter II
* Chapter III
* Chapter IV
* Chapter V
* Chapter VI
* Chapter VII
* Chapter VIII
* Epilog
Copyright, 1924, by the Ridgway Company in the United States and Great Britain. All rights reserved.
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