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# The American Cyclopædia (1879)/Mordants

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​MORDANTS (Fr., from Lat. mordere, to bite), materials used in dyeing and calico printing for the purpose of fixing the colors. Their action is in accordance with a twofold attraction for the coloring matter and the material of the fabric, serving as a bond of union. Substances which produce precipitates by acting upon the dyestuff, so that they may be produced within the fibres of the fabric, are also called mordants. In the strictest sense, however, they are not true mordants, but more properly speaking are components of the dyeing material, the mordant being a material that has the property of fixing the dye which has already been produced. It acts by altering the texture of the fibre in such a way as to cause it to retain the particles of the color. The principal mordants are the aluminic, stannic, and ferric salts, in which the affinity of the base and acid is comparatively weak, so that the precipitated coloring matter may be formed without much difficulty. The action of a mordant generally depends much upon the temperature at which the operation is conducted, as must be apparent from a consideration of the effects of heat upon chemical affinity, the affinity between some substances being much more affected by alterations of temperature than that between others. These reactions are also greatly modified by the nature of the fabric operated upon, and in general can only be well ascertained by experiment. Dyeing, therefore, like nearly all industrial processes, requires for its perfection the combination of theory with practice. (See Calico Printing, and Dyeing.)
# The American Cyclopædia (1879)/Montanelli, Giuseppe

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MONTANELLI, Giuseppe, an Italian revolutionist, born at Fucecchio, Tuscany, in 1813, died June 17, 1862. He graduated in law at the university of Pisa in 1831, and became professor of commercial jurisprudence there in 1840. In 1844 he founded a secret political association, and in 1847 a liberal journal, L'Italia. He was severely wounded and captured by the Austrians in the battle of Curtatone, May 29, 1848. He afterward became prime minister of Tuscany, and after the flight of the grand duke in February, 1849, was one of the triumvirs. Guerrazzi soon after becoming dictator, he sent Montanelli as ambassador to Paris, where he remained ten years, being meantime sentenced to imprisonment for life by the restored grand ducal government. In 1859 he founded a journal at Florence, and subsequently became a member of the Italian parliament. He wrote “Memoirs” of the movements in Italy (Turin, 1853-'5; translated into French, 2 vols., Paris, 1857), some lyric poems, and for Mme. Ristori, while she
was acting in Paris, the tragedy Camma and a translation of Legouvé's Médée.
# The American Cyclopædia (1879)/Montour

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​ MONTOUR, an E. central county of Pennsylvania, intersected in the south by the N. branch of the Susquehanna river, and drained by Chillisquaque, Mahanouring, and Big Roaring creeks; area, 210 sq. m.; pop. in 1870, 15,344. Its surface is traversed E. and W. by barren ridges, including Montour's and Limestone ridges and Muncy hills. There are several mines producing large quantities of iron. The valleys are fertile. It is traversed by the North Branch canal, and by the Catawissa railroad, passing through Danville. The chief productions in 1870 were 111,384 bushels of wheat, 176,941 of Indian corn, 179,518 of oats, 54,241 of potatoes, 192,048 lbs. of butter, and 10,142 tons of hay. There were 1,692 horses, 2,340 milch cows, 1,736 other cattle, 2,809 sheep, and 5,697 swine; 2 manufactories of forged and rolled iron, 3 of pig iron, 5 of castings, 2 breweries, 5 flour mills, 4 saw mills, and 8 tanneries. Capital, Danville.
# The American Cyclopædia (1879)/Montpelier

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​ MONTPELIER, a town of Washington co., Vermont, capital of the county and state, situated on the Onion river, here spanned by a substantial bridge, and on the Central Vermont and the Montpelier and Wells River railroads, 150 m. N. N. W. of Boston, in lat. 44° 17′ N., lon. 72° 36′ W.; pop. in 1870, 3,023. It is built on a plain near the centre of the state, and is surrounded by a highly cultivated hilly country. The principal village is compactly built. The state house is a fine edifice of light-colored granite, erected at a cost of $150,000 on the site of the former capitol, which was burned in 1857. It stands on a slight eminence, approached from a common by granite steps in terraces. It is built in the form of a cross, the main building being 72 ft. long and each of the wings 52 ft. The main building is 113 ft. deep, and 124 ft. high to the top of the dom'e, which is surmounted by a graceful statue of Ceres. The court house is also a fine structure. Montpelier has an active trade with the surrounding country, and contains several flour mills, saw mills, tanneries, an iron foundery, an extensive machine shop, and manufactories of sash and blinds, carriages, cabs and sleds, hats and caps, furniture, &c. There are two banks, three insurance companies, nine public and three private schools, four weekly newspapers (two of which publish a daily edition during the session of the legislature), and seven churches. The state library contains 14,690 volumes. The town is the seat of the Vermont Methodist seminary and female college, organized in 1869. A history of Montpelier by D. P. Thompson was published in 1860 (8vo, Montpelier).
State Capitol, Montpelier.
# The American Cyclopædia (1879)/Morawa

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​MORAWA, a river of Austria. See March.
# The American Cyclopædia (1879)/Moray, Earl of

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​MORAY, Earl of. See Murray.
# The American Cyclopædia (1879)/Morbihan

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​MORBIHAN, a maritime department of France, in Brittany, bordering on Côtes-du-Nord, Ille-et-Vilaine, Loire-Inférieure, Finistère, and the bay of Biscay; area, 2,625 sq. m.; pop. in 1872, 490,352. Its name is derived from a gulf on its shore, called Morbihan, or small sea. The coast is indented by numerous bays and harbors. Belle-Isle and several smaller islands off the coast belong to this department. The northern districts are hilly, but the southern are mainly composed of extensive and fertile plains. The principal river is the Vilaine, and the department is traversed by the Blavet and the Brest and Nantes canals. The sardine fishery gives employment to more than 3,000 men. The principal minerals are iron, tin, lead, slate, and salt. There are manufactures of linen, woollens, &c. Ship building is extensively carried on. The common cereals and flax and hemp are raised, and the department is celebrated for its cider. Much attention is paid to rearing bees, and wax and honey are among the principal exports. The inhabitants of Morbihan are Bretons, and speak a dialect somewhat similar to that of the Cornish peasants in England. It is divided into the arrondissements of Lorient, Vannes, Pontivy or Napoléonville, and Ploërmel. Capital, Vannes.
# The Army and Navy Hymnal/Hymns/From the Eastern Mountains

* From the eastern mountains, Pressing on, they come, Wise men in their wisdom, To his humble home; Stirred by deep devotion, Hasting from afar, Ever journeying onward, Guided by a star. Light of life that shineth, Ere the worlds began, Draw thou near and lighten Every heart of man.
* Thou who in a manger Once hast lowly lain, Who dost now in glory O'er all kingdoms reign, Gather in the people, Who in lands afar Ne'er have seen the brightness Of thy guiding star.
* Gather in the outcasts, All who've gone astray; Throw thy radiance o'er them, Guide them on their way; Those who never knew thee, Those who've wandered far, Guide them by the brightness Of thy guiding star.
* Until every nation, Whether bond or free, 'Neath thy starlit banner, Jesus, follows thee O'er the distant mountains To that heavenly home, Where nor sin nor sorrow Evermore shall come. A-men
# The Army and Navy Hymnal/Hymns/Glory Be to the Father

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Glo-ry to be to the Fa-ther, and to the Son, and to the Ho-ly Ghost; As it was in the be-gin-ning, is now and ev-er shall be, world with-out end, A-men, A-men.
# The Army and Navy Hymnal/Hymns/For the Beauty of the Earth

| 48 | For the Beauty of the Earth |
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* For the beauty of the earth, For the glory of the skies, For the love which from our birth Over and around us lies; Refrain Lord of all, to thee we raise This our hymn of grateful praise.
* For the wonder of each hour, Of the day and of the night, Hill and vale, and tree and flower, Sun and moon, and stars of light. Ref.
* For the joy of human love, Brother, sister, parent, child, Friends on earth, and friends above, For all gentle thoughts and mild. Ref.
* For thy church that evermore Lifteth holy hands above, Offering up on every shore Her pure sacrifice of love. Ref.
# The Army and Navy Hymnal/Hymns/Freedom and Justice

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* In Loving Adoration
* Where Cross the Crowded Ways of Life
* Ring Out the Old, Ring In the New
* God Send Us Men Whose Aim 'Twill Be
* Once to Every Man and Nation
# The Army and Navy Hymnal/Hymns/Glorious Things of Thee are Spoken

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* Glorious things of thee are spoken, Zion, city of our God; He, whose word cannot be broken, Form'd thee for his own abode; On the Rock of Ages founded, What can shake thy sure repose? With salvation's walls surrounded, Thou may'st smile at all thy foes.
* See, the streams of living waters, Springing from eternal love, Well supply thy sons and daughters, And all fear of want remove; Who can faint, while such a river Ever flows their thirst to assuage, -- Grace, which, like the Lord the giver, Never fails from age to age?
* Round each habitation hov'ring, See the cloud and fire appear For a glory and a cov'ring, Showing that the Lord is near. Glorious things of thee are spoken, Zion city of our God; He, whose word cannot be broken, Form'd thee for his own abode. Amen.
# The Army and Navy Hymnal/Hymns/Forward! Be Our Watchword

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* For-ward! be our watchword, Steps and voices joined; Seek the things before us, Not a look behind. Burns the firey pillar At our army's head; Who shall dream of shrinking? By our Captain led? Forward through the desert, Thro' the toil and fight! Jordan flows be fore us; Zion beams with light,
* Glories upon glories Hath our God Prepared By the Souls that love him One day to be shared; Eye hath not beheld them, Ear hath never heard; Nor or these hath uttered Thought or speech a word. Forward marching eastward, Where heaven is bright, Till the veil be lifted, Till our faith be sight,
* Far o'er yon horizon Rise the city towers, Where our God abideth:That fair home is ours. Flash the streets with jasper, Shine the gates with gold! Flows the gladening river, Shedding joys untold; Thither, on thitherm In the Spirit's might, Pilgrims, to your country, Forward into light Amen.
# The Army and Navy Hymnal/Hymns/From All That Dwell Below the Skies

* From all that dwell below the skies, Let the Creators praise arise; Let the Redeemer's name be sung Thro' every Land, by every tongue.
* Eternal are thy mercies, Lord; Eternal truth attend thy word: Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore Till sound shall rise and set no more. A -men
# The Army and Navy Hymnal/Hymns/From Every Stormy Wind That Blows

* From every stormy wind that blows, From every swelling tide of woes, There is a calm, a sure retreat; 'Tis found beneath the mercy-seat.
* There is a place where Jesus sheds The oil of gladness on our heads, A place than all beside more sweet; It is the blood-bought mercy-seat.
* There is a spot where spirits blend, Where friend holds fellowship with friend ; Tho' sundered far, by faith they meet Around one common mercy-seat.
* There, there, on eagle's wing we soar, And time and sense seem all no more, And heaven comes down,our souls to greet, And glory crowns the mercy-seat. Amen.
# The Army and Navy Hymnal/Hymns/For All the Saints

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* For all the saints who from their labors rest, Who thee by faith before the world confessed, Thy name, O Jesus, be forever blest. Alleluia! Alleluia!
* Thou wast their rock, their fortress, and their might; Thou, Lord, their captain in the well-fought fight; Thou, in their darkness drear, their one true light. Alleluia! Alleluia!
* O may thy soldiers, faithful, true, and bold, Fight as the saints who nobly fought of old, And win with them the victors' crown of gold. Alleluia! Alleluia!
* O blest communion, O fellowship divine! We feebly struggle, they in glory shine; Yet all are one in thee, for all are thine. Alleluia! Alleluia!
* And when the strife is fierce, the warfare long, Steals on the ear the distant triumph song, And hearts are brave again, and arms are strong. Alleluia! Alleluia!
* But lo, there breaks a yet more glorious day; The saints triumphant rise in bright array; The King of glory passes on his way. Alleluia! Alleluia!
* From earth's wide bounds, from ocean's farthest coast, Through gates of pearl streams in the countless host, Singing to the Father, Son and Holy Ghost, Alleluia! Alleluia! Amen.
# The Army and Navy Hymnal/Hymns/God Be with You Till We Meet Again

* God be with you till we meet again, By his counsels guide, uphold you, With his sheep securely fold you, God be with you till we meet again. Till we meet, till we meet, till we meet at Jesus feet; till we meet, till we meet, God be with with you till we meet again.'
* God be with you till we meet again, Neath' his wings protecting hide you; Daily manna still provide you, God be with you till we meet again. Till we meet, till we meet, &.c
* God be with you till we meet again, When life's perils thick confound you; put his arms unfailing round you, God be with you till we meet again. Till we meet, till we meet, &.c
* God be with you till we meet again, Keep love's banner floating o'er you; Smite death's threat'ning wave before you; God be with you till we meet again. Till we meet, till we meet, &.c A-men
# The Book of Scottish Song/The Auld Brig-stane

The Auld Brig-stane.
[James Parker.—Here printed for the first time.]
It stretches o'er the castle-burn, whar three farms march, An' a weel-kent trystin' place o' play was its auld broken arch;— The burnie is but snia', an' arch it has but ane— Though arch it canna weel be ca'd—a braid flag-stane, But there's nae brig sae dear to me as the auld brig-stane!
But yet it had a buirdly look, some score o' years ago, An' the wee burn seemed a river then, as it rowed down below; An' a bauld bairn was he, in the merry days lang gane, Wha waded through an' through 'aneath this auld brig-stane— O! there's nae brig that e'er I saw like the auld brig-stane!
Though brigs o' stately mason-wark I've been out o'er since then, An' aqueducts an' viaducts o'er river an' o'er glen; There's nane, amang them a', I'd gang sae far to see, again, As the first my wee feet toddled on—the auld brig-stane— For there's nae brig sae dear to me as the auld brig-stane.
O! childhood is a pleasant time;—'tis then when ilka joy That comes an' gangs, flees o'er our head begirt wi' nae alloy, An' lichtly as the simmer clud sae passes a' its pain, O! my life's simmer morn was spent by the auld brig-stane, An' that's the way I loe't sae weel—the auld brig-stane.
# The Book of Scottish Song/Tell me, Dear

Tell me, Dear.
[Thomas C. Latto.—Here first printed.—Air, "Loudon's bonnie woods and braes."]
Tell me, dear! in mercy speak, Has heaven heard my prayer, lassie? Faint the rose is on thy cheek, But still the rose is there, lassie! Away, away, each dark foreboding, Heavy days with anguish clouding, Youthfu' love in sorrow shrouding, Heaven could ne'er allow, lassie! Day and night I've tended thee, Watching, love! thy changing e'e; Dearest gift that heaven could gi'e, Say thou'rt happy now, lassie.
Willie! lay thy cheek to mine— Kiss me, oh, my ain laddie I Never mair may lip o' thine Press where it hath lain, laddie! Hark! I hear the angels calling, Heavenly strains are round me falling, But the stroke—thy soul appalling— 'Tis my only pain, laddie! Yet the love I bear to thee Shall follow where I soon maun be;
I'll tell how gude thou wert to me— We part to meet again, laddie!
Lay thine arm beneath my head— Grieve na sae for me, laddie! I'll thole the doom that lays me dead, But no a tear frae thee, laddie! Aft where yon dark tree is spreading, When the sun's last beam is shedding, Where no earthly foot is treading, By my grave thou'lt be, laddie! Though my sleep be wi' the dead, Frae on high my soul shall speed, And hover nightly round thy head. Although thou wilt na see, laddie.
# The Book of Scottish Song/Tam o' the Balloch

Tam o' the Balloch.
[Written by Hugh Ainslie to the tune of "The Campbells are coming."]
In the Nick o' the Balloch lived Muirland Tam, Weel stentit wi' brochan and braxie-ham; A breist like a buird, and a back like a door, And a wapping wame that hung down afore.
But what's come ower ye, Muirland Tam? For your leg's now grown like a wheel-barrow tram; Your e'e it's faun in—your nose it's faun out, And the skin o' your cheek's like a dirty clout.
O ance, like a yaud, ye spankit the bent, Wi' a fecket sae fu', and a stocking sae stent, The strength o' a stot—the wecht o' a cow; Now, Tammy, my man, ye're grown like a grow.
I mind sin' the blink o' a canty quean Could watered your mou and lichtit your een; Now ye leuk like a yowe, when ye should be a ram; O what can be wrang wi' ye, Muirland Tam?
Has some dowg o' the yirth set your gear abreed? Ha'e they broken your heart or broken your head? Ha'e they rackit wi' rungs or kittled wi' steel? Or, Tammy, my man, ha'e ye seen the deil?
Wha ance was your match at a stoup and a tale? Wi' a voice like a sea, and a drouth like a whale? Now ye peep like a powt; ye glumph and ye gaunt; Oh, Tammy, my man, are ye turned a saunt? ​Come, lowse your heart, ye man o' the muir; We tell our distress ere we look for a cure: There's laws for a wrang, and sa's for a sair; Sae, Tammy, my man, what wad ye ha'e mair?
Oh! neebour, it neither was thresher nor thief, That deepened my e'e, and lichtened my beef; But the word that makes me sae waefu' and wan, Is—Tam o' the Balloch's a married man!
# The Book of Scottish Song/Tell me, thou soul

Tell me, thou soul.
[James Thomson, author of "The Seasons."]
Tell me, thou soul of her I love, Ah! tell me whither art thou fled; To what delightful world above, Appointed for the happy dead?
Or dost thou free at random roam, And sometimes share thy lover's woe; Where, void of thee, his cheerless home Can now, alas! no comfort know?
Oh! if thou hover'st round my walk, While under every well known tree, I to thy fancy'd shadow talk, And every tear is full of thee;
Should then the weary eye of grief, Beside some sympathetic stream, In slumber find a short relief, Oh visit thou my soothing dream.
# The Book of Scottish Song/Tak' it, man, tak' it

Tak’ it, man, tak’ it.
[The author of this clever song, we believe, belonged to Paisley, where he published a small vol. of poems in 1835. He has since died. His name was David Webster.—Air, "Brose and Butter."]
When I was a miller in Fife, Losh! I thought that the sound o' the happer Said, Tak' hame a wee flow to your wife, To help to be brose to your supper. Then my conscience was narrow and pure, But someway by random it rackit; For I liftet twa neivefu' or mair, While the happer said, Tak' it, man, tak' it.
Then hey for the mill and the kill, The garland and gear for my cogie, And hey for the whiskey and yill, That washes the dust frae my craigie.
Although it's been lang in repute, For rogues to make rich by deceiving: Yet I see that it disna weel suit Honest men to begin to the thieving. For my heart it gaed dunt upon dunt, Od, I thought ilka dunt it wad crackit; Sae I flang frae my neive what was in't, Still the happer said, Tak' it, man, tak' it. Then hey for the mill, &c.
A man that's been bred to the plough, Might be deav'd wi' its clamorous clapper; Yet there's few but would suffer the sough, After kenning what's said by the happer. I whiles thought it scoff'd me to scorn, Saying, Shame, is your conscience no chackit; But when I grew dry for a horn, It chang'd aye to Tak' it, man, tak' it. Then hey for the mill, &c.
The smugglers whiles cam' wi' their packs, 'Cause they kent that I liked a bicker, Sae I bartered whyles wi' the gowks, Gi'ed them grain for a soup o' their liquor. I had lang been accustomed to drink, And aye when I purposed to quat it, That thing wi' its clapertie clink, Said aye to me, Tak' it, man, tak' it. Then hey for the mill, &c.
But the warst thing f did in my life, Nae doubt but ye'll think I was wrang o't, Od, I tauld a bit bodie in Fife A' my tale, and he made a bit sang o't. I have aye had a voice a' my days, But for singin' I ne'er gat the knack o't; Yet I try whyles, just thinking to please My frien's here, wi' Tak' it, man, tak' it. Then hey for the mill, &c.
Now, miller and a' as I am, This far I can see through the matter; There's men mair notorious to fame, Mair greedy than me o' the muter. ​For 'twad seem that the hale race o' men, Or wi' safety, the ha'f we may mak' it, Ha'e some speaking happer within, That says aye to them, Tak' it, man, tak' it. Then hey for the mill, &c.
# The Book of Scottish Song/Tam Glen

Tam Glen.
[This charming song was written by Burns for Johnson's Museum, where it is set to an old air called "Tam Glen." It is also sung to the air called "The mucking o' Geordie's byre."]
My heart is a-breaking, dear tittie, Some counsel unto me come len'; To anger them a' is a pity, But what will I do wi' Tam Glen?
I'm thinkin', wi' sic a braw fallow, In puirtith we micht mak' a fen' What care I in riches to wallow, If I maunna marry Tam Glen?
There's Lowrie, the laird o' Drumeller, "Gude day to you," brute! he comes ben; He brags and he blaw s o' his siller, But when will he dance like Tam Glen?
My minnie does constantly deave me, And bids me beware o' young men; They flatter, she says, to deceive me— But wha can think sae o' Tam Glen?
My daddie says, gin I'll forsake him, He'll gie me gude hunder merks ten; But, if it's ordain'd I maun tak' him, O, wha will I get but Tam Glen?
Yestreen, at the Valentine's dealin', My heart to my mou' gied a sten; For thrice I drew ane without failin', And thrice it was written—Tam Glen. ​The last Hallowe'en I was waukin' My drookit sark-sleeve, as ye ken; His likeness cam' up the house staukin', And the very gray breeks o' Tam Glen.
Come, counsel, dear tittle, don't tarry; I'll gi'e you my bonnie black hen, Gif ye will advise me to marry The lad I lo'e dearly, Tam Glen.