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# The Czechoslovak Review/Volume 1/Bohemia in the American press (2)

BOHEMIA IN THE AMERICAN PRESS.
A few months ago, when the Bohemian Review was born, an editorial on Bohemia in an American daily paper was an event; today it is an every day occurrence. Before the war is over, probably every one of the hundred and ten million Americans will know what the Czechs demand and why the United States should support that one of the war aims of the Allies which is stated in their historical peace terms note to be “the liberation of Czecho-Slovaks from foreign domination.”
It will probably be of some interest to our readers to catalogue here such of the editorial articles as came under the notice of the editor of the Review during the month of July. They are as follows:
Brooklyn Eagle: Why the Czechs Desert from Austrian Army.
Flint (Mich.) Journal: Bohemia.
Cedar Rapids (Ia). Times: In Slavic Austria.
Pasadena (Cal.) Star: Bohemia.
Long Beach (Cal). Press: Woes and Hopes of Bohemia.
El Centro (Cal). Press. Bohemia.
Monrovia (Cal.) News: Bohemia and Ireland.
Grand Rapids Press: Oppressed Bohemia.
New Bedford Standard: The Czecho-Slovaks.
Norfolk (Neb.) News. Czechs and Austrians.
Detroit News: Austria’s Dilemma.
Syracuse Standard: The Czech Revolt.
Hays (Kans) Press: The Czechs.
Leavenworth (Kans). Post: Tschekhoslovatski.
Chicago Journal: The Austrian Muddle.
Providence Journal: Czechs Fighting for Russia.
Indianapolis Star: Czechs and Slavs at the Front.
Madison (Wis). Democrat: Czech Revolt Bearing Fruit.
Hutchinson (Kans). News. The Slovaks.
Schenectady Gazette: Applies to the Present.
Seattle Post Intelligencer: Czecho-Slovak Liberty, and Death Troops.
Cedar Rapids Republican: Bohemians in Russia’s Drive.
Boston Herald: The Peace Cry in Austria.
Helena Independent: A Wrong that needs Righting.
Albany Argus: Czechs and Slovaks.
It is impossible to indicate the number of news items of Bohemia of the Czech struggles that appeared in the papers during the last months. There were hundreds of them. But one cannot omit mentioning a feature article by Isaac Don Levine in the New York Tribune, entitled: The Birth of New Nations—Bohemian, and published also in the Milwaukee Journal; further a lengthy article in the Detroit News Tribune by Geo. B. Catlin: Germans Persecute Slavs and Czechs in Dual Empire. Also a long cable in the St. Louis Republic by Norman Hapgood in which he gives credit for his detailed information on conditions in Austria to the “excellent Bohemian organizations in Paris and London.”
This list does not include editorial articles dealing with the Austrian situation and discussing as a part of it the Bohemian problem.
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# The Czechoslovak Review/Volume 1/Bohemia's Case for Independence

BOHEMIA'S CASE FOR INDEPENDENCE
Under this title, Dr. Edward Beneš, general secretary of the Czechoslovak National Council of Paris, has just published a book setting forth the demands of the Bohemians and Slovaks. It is an excellent presentation of arguments with which readers of this Review are familiar. After a brief account of the Bohemian history, with a special chapter devoted to the wrongs of the Slovaks, the author describes the Pan-German plans which included the crushing of the Czechoslovaks as the first great obstacle to the German dreams of Central Europe. The chapter on Czechoslovaks and the War gathers together the most startling instances of oppression to which Bohemia has been subject since the war began. As the book was published in London and was intended primarily for English readers, a chapter has been added on the relations of England and Bohemia. A very full bibliography is a valuable feature of this little book of 132 pages.
Henry Wickham Steed, for many years correspondent of the London Times in Vienna, author of the “Hapsburg Monarchy”, writes the Introduction. He makes a strong argument for the dissolution of Austria-Hungary and quotes an old parody from Macmillan’s Magazine of 1866:
Who is Austria? What is she? That all our swells commend her? Dogged, proud and dull is she; The heavens such gifts did lend her That she might destroyed be.
But what is Austria? Is it fair To name among the nations Some Germans who have clutched the hair Of divers populations, And having clutched, keep tugging there?
We commend this book most warmly to our readers. If you want an American friend ignorant of Bohemia to take interest in Bohemia’s independence, present him this book. It may be ordered from the Bohemian National Alliance, 3639 West Twenty-sixth street, Chicago; the price is 75 cents.
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# The Czechoslovak Review/Volume 1/Bohemia and the Czechs

BOHEMIA AND THE CZECHS.
Under this title Aleš Hrdlička, of the U. S. National Museum, the great authority on the American Indian, writes an excellent account of the Bohemian people and their land for the February issue of the National Geographic Magazine. It is splendidly illustrated,. You can order a copy from the National Geographic Society, Washington, D. C., for 25 cents.
# The Czechoslovak Review/Volume 1/An Illustrated Folk Song by Mikuláš Aleš

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AN ILLUSTRATED FOLK SONG
by Mikuláš Aleš, born 1852, died 1915.
Every Bohemian pronounces the name of Aleš with respect, with love and pride. There is no other genius among the artists of the Czechoslovak people who has brought out the soul of the people, the people of cottages and fields, so well as Nicholas Aleš. His art is Bohemian art; he will never acquire world fame, because his appeal is to the Bohemian heart. He created a type of the Czech peasant that he uses constantly in his illustrations. His great work is the pictorical representation of hundreds of Bohemian folk songs. In addition to that he has decorated public and private buildings in Prague with his characteristic sketches, furnished illustrations for the choice literary works of Bohemia and also produced many oil and water paintings. The Bohemian National Theatre of Prague, an architectural gem, was decorated by Aleš.
The picture shown above illustrates the lamentations of a girl whose father perished in fire, mother in flood, brother was killed in war, sister was carried away by plague, and she herself was dying of unrequited love.
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# The Czechoslovak Review/Volume 1/Bazaars for Independent Bohemia

BAZAARS FOR INDEPENDENT BOHEMIA
This winter will be remembered among the Czechs in the United States as the season of big bazaars. In almost every large city the Bohemians either held their own bazaars, or participated in the Allied Bazaars as one of the races ranged on the side of the ten nations.
Of the more notable of these fairs, as far as they occupied the attention of the Bohemians, one ought to mention first the Allied Bazaar in Detroit, held in November; the Czechoslovak booth attracted much favorable comment and contributed materially to the financial success of the big fair. Bohemian artists from Chicago took part in the program. About the same time Bohemians in San Francisco, who number only a few hundred, held their own bazaar and made a net profit of three thousand dollars, a really remarkable result, when compared to the size of the colony that gave it.
From the financial point of view the greatest success was the bazaar given by the Bohemians in New York in the month of December. It netted $23,000 to the cause of Bohemian independence. When we consider that the great Allied Bazaar in New York, advertised by all the papers and patronized by the whole city and its countless millionaires, resulted in a profit of about half a million, the forty or fifty thousand Czechs in New York with the co-operation of a smaller number of Slovaks, among whom there are no rich people, proved that they possessed ample energy and generosity.
In January the two kindred races of Czechs and Slovaks participated in the Chicago Allied Bazaar. They were given two booths in the Coliseum and sold seven thousand dollars worth of goods donated by their own people. Through the Bohemian National Alliance nearly ten thousand advance admission tickets were disposed of. On the last day of the Bazaar, the Slav day, Bohemian artists furnished the greater part of the musical and cabaret program.
Chicago Czechs have now in preparation a large fair of their own, to be given on March 3 to 10. They aim to exceed the high goal set for Chicago by New York, a difficult undertaking, as each large Bohemian settlement in Chicago has already had its own fair and all helped to boost the Allied Bazaar. The proceeds will be devoted to the cause of independence of Bohemia.
# The Czechoslovak Review/Volume 1/Being a Member of a Small Nation

BEING A MEMBER OF A SMALL NATION
Among the newspaper clippings received by the Bohemian National Alliance there was one from a small town in the State of New York; it possesses considerable human interest. Two Bohemian musicians who came originally from Prague, had been making a living in this up state town for about two years by giving music lessons. A Bohemian in this neighborhood was a sight more rare than a hippopotamus. When war broke out, suspicion was turned against the poor musicians who were known to have come from Austria and therefore were presumably German emissaries. What were the Bohemians to do, if they did not want to lose their pupils and their only means of livelihood? They called on three of the most prominent local celebrities, submitted to them copies of the Bohemian Review and pamphlets published by the Bohemian National Alliance and convinced them that they were far less likely to favor Germany than the most patriotic Yankee. And then the three great men published a certificate of loyalty to the Bohemian musicians in the local paper, and thus the story in due course through the medium of a clipping bureau reached the offices of the Bohemian National Alliance.
If you have friends who might be interested in the Bohemian Review, please send us their addresses, so that we may mail them sample copies.
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# The Czechoslovak Review/Volume 1/Bohemia in the American press (1)

BOHEMIA IN THE AMERICAN PRESS.
The cablegram from Paris, telling of the anti-Austrian stand of the Bohemian deputies in the Vienna parliament and of riots in Bohemian and Moravian cities was published in practically all the daily papers of the United States. Scrapbook in the offices of the Bohemian National Alliance in Chicago has some 75 different clippings of this cable. A large number of editorials, endorsing Bohemia’s demand for independence, appeared in the American press during the month of June. Many of them were apparently called out by the above ​cablegram. As far as we could ascertain, following daily papers commented editorially on Bohemia: New York Globe, St. Paul Pioneer Press, Minneapolis Journal, Detroit News, St. Paul Dispatch, Indianapolis News, Omaha Bee, Dubuque Telegraph-Herald, Grand Rapids News, Cedar Rapids Republican, Portland (Ore.) Journal, Omaha World Herald, Chicago Journal.
The Literary Digest of June 23 had a one page article, entitled “Our Bohemian Fighters”, giving credit to the Bohemians for the zeal with which they come forward to fight against Germany. The article is illustrated by the picture of Czech volunteers in Canada.
The same group of Bohemian boys, photographed in London, appear in the Chicago Journal, June 22, under the title “Czech Volunteers from U. S. A.”
# The Complete Poetical Works of John Greenleaf Whittier/The Wish of To-Day

THE WISH OF TO-DAY
I ask not now for gold to gild With mocking shine a weary frame; The yearning of the mind is stilled, I ask not now for Fame.
A rose-cloud, dimly seen above, Melting in heaven’s blue depths away; Oh, sweet, fond dream of human Love! For thee I may not pray.
But, bowed in lowliness of mind, I make my humble wishes known; I only ask a will resigned, Father, to Thine own!
To-day, beneath Thy chastening eye I crave alone for peace and rest, Submissive in Thy hand to lie, And feel that it is best.
A marvel seems the Universe, A miracle our Life and Death; A mystery which I cannot pierce, Around, above, beneath.
In vain I task my aching brain, In vain the sage’s thought I scan, I only feel how weak and vain, How poor and blind, is man.
And now my spirit sighs for home, And longs for light whereby to see, And, like a weary child, would come, O Father, unto Thee!
Though oft, like letters traced on sand, My weak resolves have passed away, In mercy lend Thy helping hand Unto my prayer to-day!
# The Complete Poetical Works of John Greenleaf Whittier/The Yankee Girl

THE YANKEE GIRL
She sings by her wheel at that low cottage-door, Which the long evening shadow is stretching before, With a music as sweet as the music which seems Breathed softly and faint in the ear of our dreams!
How brilliant and mirthful the light of her eye, Like a star glancing out from the blue of the sky! And lightly and freely her dark tresses play O’er a brow and a bosom as lovely as they!
Who comes in his pride to that low cottage-door, The haughty and rich to the humble and poor? ’T is the great Southern planter, the master who waves His whip of dominion o’er hundreds of slaves.
“Nay, Ellen, for shame! Let those Yankee fools spin, Who would pass for our slaves with a change of their skin; Let them toil as they will at the loom or the wheel, Too stupid for shame, and too vulgar to feel!
“But thou art too lovely and precious a gem To be bound to their burdens and sullied by them; For shame, Ellen, shame, cast thy bondage aside, And away to the South, as my blessing and pride.
“Oh, come where no winter thy footsteps can wrong, But where flowers are blossoming all the year long, Where the shade of the palm-tree is over my home, And the lemon and orange are white in their bloom!
“Oh, come to my home, where my servants shall all Depart at thy bidding and come at thy call; They shall heed thee as mistress with trembling and awe, And each wish of thy heart shall be felt as a law.”
Oh, could ye have seen her—that pride of our girls— Arise and cast back the dark wealth of her curls, With a scorn in her eye which the gazer could feel, And a glance like the sunshine that flashes on steel!
“Go back, haughty Southron! thy treasures of gold Are dim with the blood of the hearts thou hast sold; Thy home may be lovely, but round it I hear The crack of the whip and the footsteps of fear!
“And the sky of thy South may be brighter than ours, And greener thy landscapes, and fairer thy flowers;
But dearer the blast round our mountains which raves, Than the sweet summer zephyr which breathes over slaves!
“Full low at thy bidding thy negroes may kneel, With the iron of bondage on spirit and heel; Yet know that the Yankee girl sooner would be In fetters with them, than in freedom with thee!”
# The Complete Poetical Works of John Greenleaf Whittier/The Worship of Nature

THE WORSHIP OF NATURE
The harp at Nature’s advent strung Has never ceased to play; The song the stars of morning sung Has never died away.
And prayer is made, and praise is given, By all things near and far; The ocean looketh up to heaven, And mirrors every star.
Its waves are kneeling on the strand, As kneels the human knee, Their white locks bowing to the sand, The priesthood of the sea!
They pour their glittering treasures forth, Their gifts of pearl they bring, And all the listening hills of earth Take up the song they sing.
The green earth sends her incense up From many a mountain shrine; From folded leaf and dewy cup She pours her sacred wine.
The mists above the morning rills Rise white as wings of prayer; The altar-curtains of the hills Are sunset’s purple air.
The winds with hymns of praise are loud, Or low with sobs of pain,— The thunder-organ of the cloud, The dropping tears of rain.
With drooping head and branches crossed The twilight forest grieves, Or speaks with tongues of Pentecost From all its sunlit leaves.
The blue sky is the temple’s arch, Its transept earth and air, The music of its starry march The chorus of a prayer.
So Nature keeps the reverent frame With which her years began, And all her signs and voices shame The prayerless heart of man.
The singer ceased. The moon’s white rays Fell on the rapt, still face of her. “Allah il Allah! He hath praise From all things,” said the Traveller. “Oft from the desert’s silent nights, And mountain hymns of sunset lights, My heart has felt rebuke, as in his tent The Moslem’s prayer has shamed my Christian knee unbent.”
He paused, and lo! far, faint, and slow The bells in Newbury’s steeples tolled The twelve dead hours; the lamp burned low; The singer sought her canvas fold. One sadly said, “At break of day We strike our tent and go our way.” But one made answer cheerily, “Never fear, We ’ll pitch this tent of ours in type another year.”
# The Complete Poetical Works of John Greenleaf Whittier/The Wood Giant

THE WOOD GIANT
[Written at Sturtevant’s Farm, about a mile from Centre Harbor, N. H.]
From Alton Bay to Sandwich Dome, From Mad to Saco river, For patriarchs of the primal wood We sought with vain endeavor.
And then we said: “The giants old Are lost beyond retrieval; This pygmy growth the axe has spared Is not the wood primeval.
“Look where we will o’er vale and hill, How idle are our searches For broad-girthed maples, wide-limbed oaks, Centennial pines and birches!
“Their tortured limbs the axe and saw Have changed to beams and trestles; They rest in walls, they float on seas, They rot in sunken vessels.
“This shorn and wasted mountain land Of underbrush and boulder,— Who thinks to see its full-grown tree Must live a century older.”
At last to us a woodland path, To open sunset leading, Revealed the Anakim of pines Our wildest wish exceeding.
Alone, the level sun before; Below, the lake’s green islands; Beyond, in misty distance dim, The rugged Northern Highlands.
Dark Titan on his Sunset Hill Of time and change defiant! How dwarfed the common woodland seemed, Before the old-time giant!
What marvel that, in simpler days Of the world’s early childhood, Men crowned with garlands, gifts, and praise Such monarchs of the wild-wood?
That Tyrian maids with flower and song Danced through the hill grove’s spaces, And hoary-bearded Druids found In woods their holy places?
With somewhat of that Pagan awe With Christian reverence blending, We saw our pine-tree’s mighty arms Above our heads extending.
We heard his needles’ mystic rune, Now rising, and now dying, As erst Dodona’s priestess heard The oak leaves prophesying.
Was it the half-unconscious moan Of one apart and mateless,
The weariness of unshared power, The loneliness of greatness?
O dawns and sunsets, lend to him Your beauty and your wonder! Blithe sparrow, sing thy summer song His solemn shadow under!
Play lightly on his slender keys, O wind of summer, waking For hills like these the sound of seas On far-off beaches breaking!
And let the eagle and the crow Find shelter in his branches, When winds shake down his winter snow In silver avalanches.
The brave are braver for their cheer, The strongest need assurance, The sigh of longing makes not less The lesson of endurance.
# The Complete Poetical Works of John Greenleaf Whittier/The Word

THE WORD
Voice of the Holy Spirit, making known Man to himself, a witness swift and sure, Warning, approving, true and wise and pure, Counsel and guidance that misleadeth none! By thee the mystery of life is read; The picture-writing of the world’s gray seers, The myths and parables of the primal years, Whose letter kills, by thee interpreted Take healthful meanings fitted to our needs, And in the soul’s vernacular express The common law of simple righteousness. Hatred of cant and doubt of human creeds May well be felt: the unpardonable sin Is to deny the Word of God within!
# The Complete Poetical Works of John Greenleaf Whittier/The Well of Loch Maree

THE WELL OF LOCH MAREE
Pennant, in his Voyage to the Hebrides, describes the holy well of Loch Maree, the waters of which were supposed to effect a miraculous cure of melancholy, trouble, and insanity.
Calm on the breast of Loch Maree A little isle reposes; A shadow woven of the oak And willow o’er it closes.
Within, a Druid’s mound is seen, Set round with stony warders; A fountain, gushing through the turf, Flows o’er its grassy borders.
And whoso bathes therein his brow, With care or madness burning, Feels once again his healthful thought And sense of peace returning.
O restless heart and fevered brain, Unquiet and unstable, That holy well of Loch Maree Is more than idle fable!
Life’s changes vex, its discords stun, Its glaring sunshine blindeth, And blest is he who on his way That fount of healing findeth!
The shadows of a humbled will And contrite heart are o’er it; Go read its legend, “Trust in God,” On Faith’s white stones before it.
# The Complete Poetical Works of John Greenleaf Whittier/The Wishing Bridge

THE WISHING BRIDGE
Among the legends sung or said Along our rocky shore, The Wishing Bridge of Marblehead May well be sung once more.
An hundred years ago (so ran The old-time story) all Good wishes said above its span Would, soon or late, befall.
If pure and earnest, never failed The prayers of man or maid For him who on the deep sea sailed, For her at home who stayed.
Once thither came two girls from school, And wished in childish glee: And one would be a queen and rule, And one the world would see.
Time passed; with change of hopes and fears, And in the self-same place, Two women, gray with middle years, Stood, wondering, face to face.
With wakened memories, as they met, They queried what had been: “A poor man’s wife am I, and yet,” Said one, “I am a queen.
“My realm a little homestead is, Where, lacking crown and throne, I rule by loving services And patient toil alone.”
The other said: “The great world lies Beyond me as it lay; O’er love’s and duty’s boundaries My feet may never stray.
“I see but common sights of home, Its common sounds I hear, My widowed mother’s sick-bed room Sufficeth for my sphere.
“I read to her some pleasant page Of travel far and wide, And in a dreamy pilgrimage We wander side by side.
“And when at last she falls asleep, My book becomes to me A magic glass: my watch I keep, But all the world I see.
“A farm-wife queen your place you fill, While fancy’s privilege Is mine to walk the earth at will, Thanks to the Wishing Bridge.”
“Nay, leave the legend for the truth,” The other cried, “and say God gives the wishes of our youth, But in His own best way!”