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# The Bar-tender's Guide/Brandy Sour

Brandy Sour.
(Use small bar-glass.)
* Take 1 large tea-spoonful of powdered white sugar, dissolved in a little Apollinaris or Seltzer water.
* Take The juice of half a lemon.
* Take 1 dash of Curaçoa.
* Take 1 wine-glass of brandy.
Fill the glass with shaved ice, shake, and strain into a claret glass. Ornament with orange and berries.
# The Bar-tender's Guide/Brandy and Gum

Brandy and Gum.
(Use small bar-glass.)
* Take 2 dashes of gum syrup.
* Take 1 small lump of ice.
Hand the bottle to the customer and let him help himself.
Serve ice water in a separate glass.
# The Bar-tender's Guide/Brandy Sangaree

Brandy Sangaree.
(Use medium bar-glass.)
* Take ½ teaspoonful of fine white sugar dissolved in a little water.
* Take 1 wine-glass of brandy.
Fill the glass one-third full of shaved ice, shake up well, strain into a small glass and dash a little Port wine on top. Serve with a little grated nutmeg.
# The American Historical Review/Volume 6/Number 1 Reviews of Books

* Review: The Diplomatic Relations of the United States and Spanish America
* Review: McLoughlin and Old Oregon
# The Book of Scottish Song/My Lady's Gown

My Lady’s Gown.
[This song was written by Burns in 1788 for Johnson's Museum, but it does not appear in that work till near the close. It is supposed that Burns was indebted for the idea and some of the words of the song to an old licentious ditty. The tune to which the song is sung is a popular strathspey or reel tune, composed by James Gregg, a teacher of dancing in Ayrshire. Gregg was a very ingenious man, and distinguished in particular for his skill in mechanics. He died in 1817.]
My lady's gown there's gairs upon't, And gowden springs sae rare upon't; But Jennie's jimps and jerkinet, My lord thinks meikle mair upon't.
My lord a-hunting he is gane; But hounds and hawks wi' him are nane; By Colin's cottage lies his game, If Colin's Jennie be at hame.
My lady's white, my lady's red, And kith and kin o' Cassilis' blude; But her ten-pund lands o' tocher gude Were a' the charms his lordship lo'ed.
Out ower yon muir, out ower yon moss, Where gor-cocks throush the heather pass, There wons auld Colin's bonnie lass, A lily in a wilderness.
Sae sweetly move her genty limbs, Like music-notes o' lovers' hymns; The diamond-dew in her een sae blue, Where laughing love sae wanton swims.
My lady's dink, my lady's dress'd, The flower and fancy o' the west; But the lassie thrtt a man lo'es best, O, that's the lass to mak' him blest.
# The Book of Scottish Song/My Highland Vale

My Highland Vale.
[Written by David Vedder. Music by Peter Macleod.]
Oh! the sunny peaches glow, And the grapes in clusters blush; And the cooling silver streams From their sylvan fountains rush; There is music in the grove, And there is fragrance in the gale, But there's nought sae dear to me As my own Highland vale.
Oh! the queen-like virgin rose, Of the dew and sunlight born, And the azure violet Spread their beauties to the morn; So does the hyacinth, And the lily pure and pale, But I love the daisy best In my own Highland vale.
Hark! hark, those thrilling notes; 'Tis the nightingale complains; Oh! the soul of music breathes In those more than plaintive strains But they're not so dear to me As the murmur of the rill, And the bleating of the lambs On my own Highland hill.
Oh! the flowerets fair may glow, And the juicy fruits may blush, And the beauteous birds may sing, And the crystal streamlets rush, And the verdant meads may smile, And the cloudless sun may beam; But there's nought beneath the skies, Like my own Highland hame!
# The Book of Scottish Song/My Johnnie

My Johnnie.
[John Mayne.—Air, "Johnnie's grey breeks."]
Jenny's heart was frank and free, And wooers she had mony, yet Her sang was aye, Of a' I see, Commend me to my Johnnie yet. For, air and late, he has sic gate To mak' a body cheerie, that I wish to be, before I die, His ain kind dearie yet.
Now Jenny's face was fu' o' grace, Her shape was sma' and genty-like, And few or nane in a' the place Had gowd and gear more plenty, yet Though war's alarms, and Johnnie's charms, Had gart her aft look eerie, yet She sung wi' glee, I hope to be My Johnnie's ain dearie yet.
What tho' he's now gaen far awa', Where guns and cannons rattle, yet Unless my Johnnie chance to fa' In some uncanny battle, yet Till he return, my breast will burn Wi' love that weel may cheer me yet, For I hope to see, before I die, His bairns to him endear me yet.
# The Book of Scottish Song/My Love

My Love.
[Alex. Hume.— Air, "My love is like a rose."]
My love is like my ain countrie, That to my heart is dear; My love is like the holly tree, That's green through a' the year. Her smile is like the glowing ray That fa's frae yonder sun; An', sunlike, blesses a' the day, Yet kens nae gude she's done.
Her lips ha'e named the bridal time, Her lips ha'e sealed the vow; Like Nature's laws in every clime, We'll aye be true as now. Like Nature, love the fairer grows The mair we ken its law: Like air, it through the warld flows, Sweet harmony to a'.
O fly, ye lazy listless hours, An' bring that happy day, When we'll in wedlock's sweetest bow'rs In love kiss life away. We'll live like sleepers in a dream, Where wishes paint the scene; An' care shall melt by pleasure's beam, As snow melts on the green.
# The Book of Scottish Song/My Mammy

My Mammy.
[This song, to the tone of "Contented wi' little and cantie wi' mair," or, as it was more anciently called, "Lumps o' puddin'," is here printed for the first time.]
Ilk ane now-a-days brags awa' 'bout his dear, And praises her ripe lips and bright een sae clear; But neither the ripe lip nor bonnie blue e'e Can compare wi' the blink o' my mammy to me.
A bairn in her bosom I lay a' the night,
When there, neither bogles nor ghaists could me fright; . When yamm'rin', she bush'd me to sleep on her knee: O! whae'er can compare wi' my mammy to me?
Fu' aft in her face I ha'e look'd up fu' fain,
While fondly she clasp'd me and croon'd some auld strain, And aften the saut tear wad start to my e'e: They were waesome, the sangs o' my manuny, to me.
O! yes, I ha'e grat for the twa bonnie weans The wee robins cover'd wi' leaves wi' sic pains And still, like a sunbeam that glints o'er the sea, The auld sangs o' my mammy return back to me.
When sickness o'ercam' me, she watch'd late and air. If open'd my dull e'e, I aye saw her there; When roses my pale cheeks o'erspread, blythe was she— O! whae'er was sae kind as my mammy to me?
Lang, lang I'll remember the days that are gane, Since first I could Usp mam' and toddle my lane; Though sair I be toss'd upon life's troubled sea, Yet my heart will aye cling wi' affection to thee. W. G. B.
# The Book of Scottish Song/My Jamie

My Jamie.
[Music by A. Lee.]
Oh! sing from thy spray Thy wild notes so gay, Pretty warbler, oh sing from the tree; Oft beneath thy rosy bower, I've met at twilight hour, My Jamie that's far o'er the sea.
Beside yon myrtle boughs, We gave our mutual vows, From sorrow our hearts then were free; All pleasure now is gone, While I murmur alone, My Jamie is far o'er the sea. ​But why should I sigh, The summer is nigh, And the birds sing again from the tree! The roses shall bloom, And the soft breezes soon Shall waft him again from the sea.
Thou bright star of night, Oh! guide him aright: From dangers my Jamie keep free; Now of wealth I've a store, He shall wander no more, Ne'er again shall he sail on the sea.
# The Book of Scottish Song/My Lowland Bride

My Lowland Bride.
[Charles Jeffreys.—Music by S. Nelson.]
By the light of the moon, The bonnie harvest moon, On the beautiful banks of the Clyde, I have wander'd along, And sung the Highland song Which my sire oft sang by his own burn-side. For, though born ayont the Tweed, I love the meanest weed That has sprung by the heather in its pride; And earth owns no dearer spot Than the ivy-mantled cot, Where the moments lightly pass with my bonnie Lowland bride.
Caledonia, with thee, My bosom boundeth free; And, wherever my footsteps may roam, The lowland valley still, Or the heather-blooming hill, Shall the dear haven be of my heart's best home. To that loved and gentle form, Which hath braved me with life's storm, I will sing of our cottage by the Clyde, Till the joyous smile she wore, In the happy days of yore, Shall beam upon the brow of my bonnie Lowland bride.
# The Aquarian Gospel of Jesus the Christ/Chapter 111

Jesus teaches. A man requests him to compel his brother to deal justly. Jesus reveals the divine law, the power of truth and the universality of possessions. Relates the parable of the rich man and his abundant harvest.
1. And Jesus taught the multitudes; and while he spoke a man stood forth and said,
2. Rabboni, hear my plea: My father died and left a large estate; my brother seized it all, and now refuses me my share.
3. I pray that you will bid him do the right, and give what is mine.
4. And Jesus said, I am not come to be a judge in such affairs; I am no henchman of the court.
5. God sent me not to force a man to do the right.
6. In every man there is a sense of right; but many men regard it not.
7. The fumes that rise from selfishness have formed a crust about their sense of right that veils their inner light, so that they cannot comprehend nor recognise the rights of other men.
8. This veil you cannot tear away by force of arms, and there is naught that can dissolve this crust but knowledge and love of God.
9. While men are in the mire, the skies seem far away; when men are on the mountain top, the skies are near, and they can almost touch the stars.
10. Then Jesus turned and to the twelve he said, Behold the many in the mire of carnal life!
11. The leaven of truth will change the miry clay to solid rock, and men can walk and find the path that leads up to the mountain top.
12. You cannot haste; but you can scatter forth this leaven with a generous hand.
13. When men have learned the truth that bears upon its face the law of right, then they will haste to every man his dues.
14. Then to the people Jesus said, Take heed, and covet not. The wealth of men does not consist in what they seem to have—in lands, in silver and in gold.
15. These things are only borrowed wealth. No man can corner up the gifts of God.
16. The things of nature are the things of God, and what is God's belongs to every man alike.
17. The wealth of soul lies in the purity of life, and in the wisdom that descends from heaven.
18. Behold, a rich man's ground brought forth abundantly; his barns were far too small to hold his grain, and to himself he said,
19. What shall I do? I must not give my grain away; I must not let it go to waste; and then he said,
20. This will I do; I will tear down these little barns and built up larger ones; there I will store away my grain and I will say,
21. My soul take now your ease; you have enough for many years; eat, drink and fill yourself and be content.
22. But God looked down and saw the man; he saw his selfish heart and said,
23. You foolish man, this night your soul will quit its house of flesh; then who will have your garnered wealth?
24. You men of Galilee, lay not up treasures in the vaults of earth; accumulated wealth will blight your soul.
25. God does not give men wealth to hoard away in secret vaults. Men are but stewards of God's wealth, and they must use it for the common good.
26. To every steward who is true to self, to other men, to every thing that is, the Lord will say, Well done.
# The Aquarian Gospel of Jesus the Christ/Chapter 11

Elihu's lessons. Buddhism and the precepts of Buddha. The mysteries of Egypt.
1. Again Elihu taught; he said, The Indian priests became corrupt; Brahm was forgotten in the streets; the rights of men were trampled in the dust.
2. And the a mighty master came, a Buddha of enlightenment, who turned away from wealth and all the honours of the world, and found the Silence in the quiet groves and caves; and he was blest.
3. He preached a gospel of the higher life, and taught man how to honour man.
4. He had no doctrine of the gods to teach; he just knew man, and so his creed was justice, love and righteousness.
5. I quote for you a few of many of the helpful words which Buddha spoke:
6. Hate is a cruel word. If men hate you regard it not; and you can turn the hate of men to love and mercy and goodwill, and mercy is as large as all the heavens.
7. And there is good enough for all. With good destroy the bad; with generous deeds make avarice ashamed; with truth make straight the crooked lines that error draws, for error is but truth distorted, gone astray.
8. And pain will follow him who speaks or acts with evil thoughts, as does the wheel the foot of him who draws the cart.
9. He is a greater man who conquers self than he who kills a thousand men in war.
10. He is the noble man who is himself what he believes what other men should be.
11. Return to him who does you wrong your purest love, and he will cease from doing wrong; for love will purify the heart of him who is beloved as truly as it purifies the heart of him who loves.
12. The words of Buddha are recorded in the Indian sacred books; attend to them, for they are part of the instructions of the Holy Breath.
13. The land of Egypt is the land of secret things.
14. The mysteries of the ages lie lock-bound in our temples and our shines.
15. The masters of all times and climes come here to learn; and when your sons have grown to manhood they will finish all their studies in Egyptian schools.
16. But I have said enough. To-morrow at the rising of the sun we meet again.
# The Aquarian Gospel of Jesus the Christ/Chapter 113

In answer to a question of Lamaas Jesus teaches a lesson on the reign of peace and the way to it through antagonisms. The signs of the times. Guidance of the Holy Breath. The Christines go to Bethsaida.
1. Now, after they had dined, the guests and Jesus all were in a spacious hall in Mary's home.
2. And then Lamaas said, Pray, tell us Lord, is this the dawn of peace?
3. Have we come forth unto the time when men will war no more?
4. Are you, indeed, the Prince of Peace that holy men said would come?
5. And Jesus said, Peace reigns to-day; it is the peace of death.
6. A stagnant pool abides in peace. When waters cease to move they soon are ladened with the seeds of death; corruption dwells in every drop.
7. The living waters always leap and skip about like lambs in spring.
8. The nations are corrupt; they sleep within the arms of death and they must be aroused before it is too late.
9. In life we find antagonists at work. God sent me here to stir unto its depths the waters of the sea of life.
10. Peace follows strife; I come to slay this peace of death. The prince of peace must first be prince of strife.
11. This leaven of truth which I have brought to men will stir the demons up, and nations, cities, families will be at war within themselves.
12. The five that have been dwelling in a home of peace will be divided now, and two shall war with three;
13. The son will stand against his sire; the mother and the daughter will contend; yea, strife will reign in every home.
14. The self and greed and doubt will rage into a fever heat, and then, because of me, the earth will be baptised in human blood.
15. But right is king; and when the smoke is cleared away the nations will learn war no more; the Prince of Peace will come to reign.
16. Behold, the signs of what I say are in the sky; but men can see them not.
17. When men behold a cloud rise in the west they say, A shower of rain will come, and so it does; and when the wind blows from the south they say, The weather will be hot; and it is so.
18. Lo, men can read the signs of earth and sky, but they cannot discern the signs of Holy Breath; but you shall know.
19. The storm of wrath comes on; the carnal man will seek a cause to hale you into court, and cast you into prison cells.
20. And when these times shall come let wisdom guide; do not resent. Resentment makes more strong the wrath of evil men.
21. There is a little sense of justice and of mercy in the vilest men of earth.
22. By taking heed to what you do and say and trusting in the guidance of the Holy Breath, you may inspire this sense to grow.
23. You thus may make the wrath of men to praise the Lord.
24. The Christines went their way, and came unto Bethsaida and taught.
# The Aquarian Gospel of Jesus the Christ/Chapter 110

Miriam sings a song of victory. The song. Jesus reveals the symbolic character of the journey of Israel from Egypt to Canaam.
1. And Miriam stood before the surging crowd, and casting up her eyes to heaven she sung anew the song of victory:
2. Bring forth the harp, the vina and the lyre; bring forth the highest sounding cymbal, all ye choirs of heaven. Join in the song, the new, new song.
3. The Lord of hosts has stooped to hear the cries of men, and lo, the citadel of Beelzebul is shaking as a leaf before the wind.
4. The sword of Gideon is again unsheathed.
5. The Lord, with his own hand has pulled far back the curtains of the night; the sun of truth is flooding heaven and earth;
6. The demons of the dark, of ignorance and death, are fleeing fast; are disappearing as the dew beneath the morning sun.
7. God is our strength and song; is our salvation and our hope, and we will build anew a house for him;
8. Will cleanse our hearts, and purify their chambers, every one. We are the temple of the Holy Breath.
9. We need no more a tent within the wilderness; no more a temple built with hands.
10. We do not seek the Holy Land, nor yet Jerusalem.
11. We are the tent of God; we are his temple built without the sound of edged tools.
12. We are the Holy Land; we are the New Jerusalem; Allelujah, praise the Lord!
13. And when the song was done the multitudes exclaimed, Praise God.
14. And Jesus said, Behold the way!
15. The sons of men have groped for ages in the darkness of Egyptian night.
16. The Pharaohs of sense have bound them with their chains.
17. But God has whispered through the mists of time and told them of a land of liberty and love.
18. And he has sent his Logos forth to light the way.
19. The Red Sea rolls between the promised land and Egypt's sands.
20. The Red Sea is the carnal mind.
21. Behold, the Logos reaches out his hand; the sea divides; the carnal mind is reft in twain; the sons of men walk through dry shod.
22. The Pharaohs of sense would stay them in their flight; the waters of the sea return; the Pharaohs of sense are lost and men are free.
23. For just a little while men tread the wilderness of Sin; the Logos leads the way;
24. And when at last men stand upon the Jordan's brink, these waters stay, and men step forth into their own.
# The Book of Enoch (Charles)/Chapter 98
### XCVIII. Self-indulgence of Sinners: Sin originated by Man: all Sin recorded in Heaven: Woes for the Sinners.

CHAPTER XCVIII.
1. And now I swear unto you, to the wise and to the foolish,
For ye shall have manifold experiences on the earth.
2. For ye men shall put on more adornments than a woman,
And coloured garments more than a virgin:
In royalty and in grandeur and in power,
And in silver and in gold and in purple,
And in splendour and in food they shall be poured out as water.
3. Therefore they shall be wanting in doctrine and wisdom,
And they shall perish thereby together with their possessions;
And with all their glory and their splendour,
And in shame and in slaughter and in great destitution,
Their spirits shall be cast into the furnace of fire.
4. I have sworn unto you, ye sinners, as a mountain has not become a slave,
And a hill does not become the handmaid of a woman,
Even so sin has not been sent upon the earth,
But man of himself has created it,
And under a great curse shall they fall who commit it.
5. And barrenness has not been given to the woman,
But on account of the deeds of her own hands she dies without children.
6. I have sworn unto you, ye sinners, by the Holy Great One,
That all your evil deeds are revealed in the heavens,
And that none of your deeds of oppression are covered and hidden.
7. And do not think in your spirit nor say in your heart that ye do not know and that ye do not see that every sin is every day recorded in heaven in the presence of the Most High. 8. From henceforth ye know that all your oppression wherewith ye oppress is written down every day till the day of your judgement.
9. Woe to you, ye fools, for through your folly shall ye perish: and ye transgress against the wise, and so good hap shall not be your portion. 10. And now, know ye that ye are prepared for the day of destruction: wherefore do not hope to live, ye sinners, but ye shall depart and die; for ye know no ransom; for ye are prepared for the day of the great judgement, for the day of tribulation and great shame for your spirits.
11. Woe to you, ye obstinate of heart, who work wickedness and eat blood:
Whence have ye good things to eat and to drink and to be filled? From all the good things which the Lord the Most High has placed in abundance on the earth; therefore ye shall have no peace. 12. Woe to you who love the deeds of unrighteousness: wherefore do ye hope for good hap unto yourselves? know that ye shall be delivered into the hands of the righteous, and they shall cut off your necks and slay you, and have no mercy upon you. 13. Woe to you who rejoice in the tribulation of the righteous; for no grave shall be dug for you. 14. Woe to you who set at nought the words of the righteous; for ye shall have no hope of life. 15. Woe to you who write down lying and godless words; for they write down their lies that men may hear them and act godlessly towards (their) neighbour. 16. Therefore they shall have no peace but die a sudden death.
# The Book of Hours

Collection of poetry written between 1899 and 1903 in three parts, and first published in Leipzig in 1905
English-language translations of Das Stundenbuch include:
Translations of some of the poems that originally appeared in this work include:
* The Book of the Hours in Poet Lore, vol. 26, no. 1, translated by Sasha Best (1915)
* The Book of Hours in Poems, translated by Jessie Lemont (1918)