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# The Book of Scottish Song/The Highland Laddie

The Highland Laddie.
[There was an old song called "The Highland Laddie," which was sung to an old tune, both of which, song and tune, are now nearly forgotten. The burthen of the original words ran thus:
"O, my bonnie, bonnie Highland laddie, O, my handsome Highland laddie! When I was sick and like to die, He row'd me in his Highland plaidie."
Ramsay wrote two sets of words to the old tune: viz. the one which we here give, and another called "The Highland Lassie." An English version of the latter was afterwards published, to which Dr. Arne, the celebrated composer, set new music. Dr. Arne's tune is the one now sung to the present words, and is remarkable for beauty and compass. Sheridan, in his opera of "The Duenna," (1775,) adopts the tune for the well-known words, beginning,
"Ah, sure a pair was never seen," &c.]
The Lawland lads think they are fine, But O! they're vain and idly gaudy; How much unlike the gracefu' mien And manly looks of my Highland laddie. O my bonnie Highland laddie, My handsome, charming, Highland laddie; May heaven still guard, and love reward, The Lawland lass and her Highland laddie.
If I were free at will to choose, To be the wealthiest Lawland lady, I'd tak' young Donald without trews, With bonnet blue, and belted plaidie. O my bonnie, &c.
The brawest beau in burrows town, In a' his airs, wi' art, made ready, Compared to him, he's but a clown, He's finer far in 's tartan plaidie. O my bonnie, &c.
O'er benty hill wi' him I'll run. And leave my Lawland kin and daddie; Frae winter's cauld and summer's sun, He'll screen me wi' his Highland plaidie, O my bonnie, &c.
A painted room, and silken bed, May please a Lawland laird and lady; But I can kiss and be as glad Behind a bush in 's Highland plaidie. O my bonnie, &c.
Few compliments between us pass; I ca' him my dear Highland laddie, And he ca's me his Lawland lass, Syne rows me in beneath his plaidie. O my bonnie, &c.
Nae greater joy I'll e'er pretend, Than that his love prove true and steady, Like mine to him, which ne'er shall end, While heaven preserves my Highland laddie. O my bonnie, &c.
# The Book of Scottish Song/The Highland Queen

The Highland Queen.
[This song appears in Ruddiman's Edinburgh Magazine for April, 1758. Burns says that the author was a Mr. Macvicar, purser of the Solbay man of war.]
No more my song shall be, ye swains, Of purling streams, or flowery plains; More pleasing beauties me inspire, And Phœbus tunes the warbling lyre; Divinely aided, thus I mean To celebrate my Highland queen.
In her, sweet innocence ye'll find, With freedom, truth, and beauty join'd; From pride and affectation free, Alike she smiles on you and me. The brightest nymph that trips the green, I do pronounce my Highland queen.
No sordid wish, or trifling joy, Her settled calm of mind destroy; Strict honour fills her spotless soul, And adds a lustre to the whole; A matchless shape, a graceful mien, All centre in my Highland queen.
How blest that youth, whom gentle fate Has destined for so fair a mate! Has all these wond'rous gifts in store, And each returning day brings more; No youth so happy can be seen, Possessing thee, my Highland queen.
# The Book of Scottish Song/The Highland Soldier

The Highland Soldier.
[Arranged to music by John Barnett.]
Oh! welcome, dear Scotland, my country, my home, From my own native country no more will I roam; I have travelled afar, but no spot upon earth Can offer thy blessing, dear land of my birth. For riches, for honour, for fame have I fought, A portion of each with my sword have I bought; But purer delights I now hasten to feel At home, with my bannocks of barley meal.
Yet, still I am ready to fight in thy cause, To guard our good monarch, religion, and laws; Tho' the claims of my home are, wife, children, and ease, The claims of my duty are stronger than these. But call me to splendour or pleasure, oh no! The splendour I'd scorn, and the pleasure forego; No dainties abroad can such comfort reveal As home, and a bannock of barley meal.
Yet think me not idle, oh! think not but here Employment I find to a parent most dear; In training my children their arms for the field, Their hearts for those treasures which virtue will yield. And oh! when by heaven I'm summon'd away, My children, your mother protect and obey; And the blessing of heaven, rewarding your zeal, Will sweeten your bannock of barley meal.
# The Book of Scottish Song/The Hills of the Heather

The Hills of the Heather.
[Evan M'Coll.— Tune, "On wi' the Tartan," or, "Air failirin ilirin, uilirin O." This and the other songs by Evan M'Coll are from a little volume published by him in 1838, entitled "The Mountain Minstrel."]
Give the swains of Italia 'Mong myrtles to rove, Give the proud, sullen Spaniard His bright orange grove; Give gold-sanded streams To the sons of Chili, But, oh! give the hills Of the heather to me.
The hills where the hunter Oft soundeth his horn,— Where sweetest the skylark Awakens the morn:— The grey cliff, the blue lake, The stream's dashing glee, Endear the red hills Of the heather to me. ​There health, rosy virgin, For ever doth dwell; There love fondest whispers To beauty his tale; There—freedom's own darling! The Gael, lives free,— Then, oh! give the hills Of the heather to me.
# The Book of Scottish Song/The Highland Character

The Highland Character.
[This song, which appears in "The Lark" (1765,) and also in Herd's collection (1769,) was written by Lieut.-General Sir Harry Erskine, Bart. and M. P., who succeeded his uncle, the Hon. General St. Clair, in the command of the Royal Scots in 1762, and died at York in 1765. His eldest son, who assumed the name of St. Clair, became second earl of Rosslyn, and died in 1831. The tune to the song, which is called "The Highland or 42d Regiment's March," was composed by General John Reid, colonel of the 88th regiment—the same person who bequeathed a sum of money for establishing a professorship of music in Edinburgh College.]
In the garb of old Gaul, with the fire of old Rome, From the heath-cover'd mountains of Scotia we come; Where the Romans endeavour'd our country to gain, But our ancestors fought, and they fought not in vain. Such is our love of liberty, our country, and our laws, That, like our ancestors of old, we'll stand in freedom's cause: We'll bravely fight, like heroes bold, for honour and applause, And defy the French, with all their art, to alter our laws.
No effeminate customs our sinews unbrace, No luxurious tables enervate our race; Our loud sounding pipe breathes the true martial strain, And our hearts still the old Scottish valour retain. Such is our love, &c.
We're tall as the oak on the mount of the valo And swift as the roe which the hound doth assail; As the full moon in autumn our shields do appear; Ev'n Minerva would dread to encounter our spear. Such is our love, &c.
As a storm in the ocean, when Boreas blows, So are we enrag'd when we rush on our foes; We sons of the mountains tremendous as rocks, Dash the force of our foes with our thundering strokes. Such is our love, &c.
Quebec and Cape Breton, the pride of old France, In their numbers fondly boasted, till we did advance; But when our claymores they saw us produce, Their courage did fail, and they sued for a truce. Such is our love, &c.
In our realm may the fury of faction long cease, May our councils be wise, and our commerce increase, And in Scotia's cold climate may each of us find, That our friends still prove true, and our beauties prove kind. Then we'll defend our liberty, our country, and our laws, And teach our late posterity to fight in freedom's cause; That they, like their ancestors bold, for honour and applause, May defy the French, with all their arts, to alter our laws.
# The Book of Scottish Song/The Highland Maid

The Highland Maid.
Again the laverock seeks the sky, And warbles, dimly seen; And simmer views wi' sunny joy Her gowany robe o' green. But, ah! the simmer's blythe return, In flowery pride array'd, Nae mair can cheer this heart forlorn, Or charm the Highland Maid.
My true love fell by Charlie's side, Wi' mony a clansman dear; That fatal day—oh, wae betide The cruel Southron's spear! ​His bonnet blue is fallen now; And bluidy is the plaid That aften, on the mountain's brow, Has wrapt his Highland Maid.
My father's sheeling on the hill Is dowie now and sad; The breezes whisper round me still, I've lost my Highland Lad. Upon Culloden's fatal heath He spake o' me, they said, And faultered, wi' his dying breath, "Adieu, my Highland Maid!"
The weary nicht for rest I seek; The langsome day I mourn; The smile upon my withered cheek Can never mair return: But soon beneath the sod I'll lie In yonder lonely glade; Then, haply, some may weep an' sigh— "Adieu, sweet Highland Maid!"
# The Book of Scottish Song/The Hills o' Gallowa'

The Hills o' Gallowa'.
[Thomas Cunningham.—Born 1776: died 1834.]
Amang the birks sae blythe an' gay, I met my Julia hameward gaun; The linties chauntit on the spray, The lammies loupit on the lawn; On ilka howm the sward was mawn, The braes wi' gowans buskit bra', An' gloamin's plaid o' gray was thrawn Out owre the hills o' Gallowa'.
Wi' music wild the woodlands rang, An' fragrance wing'd alang the lea, As down we sat the flowers amang, Upon the banks o' stately Dee. My Julia's arms encircled me, An' saftly slade the hours awa', Till dawin coost a glimmerin' e'e Upon the hills o' Gallowa'.
It isna owsen, sheep, and kye, It isna gowd, it isna gear, This lifted e'e wad ha'e, quoth I, The warld's drumlie gloom to cheer. ​But gi'e to me my Julia dear, Ye powers wha rowe this yirthen ba', An' O! sae blythe through life I'll steer, Amang the hills o' Gallowa'.
Whan gloamin' dauners up the hill, An' our gudeman ca's hame the yowes, Wi' her I'll trace the mossy rill That owre the muir meand'ring rowes; Or tint amang the scroggy knowes, My birken pipe I'll sweetly blaw, An' sing the streams, the straths, and howes, The hills an' dales o' Gallowa'.
An' whan auld Scotland's heathy hills, Her rural nymphs an' jovial swains, Her flow'ry wilds an' wimpling rills, Awake nae mair my canty strains; Whare friendship dwells an' freedom reigns, Whare heather blooms an' muircocks craw, O! dig my grave, and hide my banes Amang the hills o' Gallowa'.
# The Botany of the Antarctic Voyage/Plate CIII

Myzodendron brachystachium D.C.
# The Botany of the Antarctic Voyage/Plate CIV

Myzodendron punctulatum Banks & Sol.
# The Botany of the Antarctic Voyage/Plate CIX

Senecio candidans D.C.
# The Botany of the Antarctic Voyage/Plate CL

Lomaria alpina Br.
# The Botany of the Antarctic Voyage/Plate CII

Myzodendron punctulatum Bank. et Sol.
# The Bridge Builder

probably from the 1900 work, A Builder
An old man, going a lone highway, Came at the evening cold and gray, To a chasm, vast and deep and wide, Through which was flowing a sullen tide. The old man crossed in the twilight dim- That sullen stream had no fears for him; But he turned, when he reached the other side, And built a bridge to span the tide.
"Old man," said a fellow pilgrim near, "You are wasting strength in building here. Your journey will end with the ending day; You never again must pass this way. You have crossed the chasm, deep and wide, Why build you the bridge at the eventide?"
The builder lifted his old gray head. "Good friend, in the path I have come," he said, "There followeth after me today A youth whose feet must pass this way. This chasm that has been naught to me To that fair-haired youth may a pitfall be. He, too, must cross in the twilight dim; Good friend, I am building the bridge for him."
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# The Bridge of Fire (collection)

​The Bridge of Fire
By James Flecker
LONDON ELKIN MATHEWS, VIGO STREET, W.
THE BRIDGE OF FIRE
THE BRIDGE OF FIRE
POEMS
BY
JAMES FLECKER
LONDON
ELKIN MATHEWS, VIGO STREET
1907
TO
JACK BEAZLEY
Poetae tenero, meo sodali
Gentle Poet, only friend,
Lover of the stars and sun,
Since our days are at an end,
Since the older days are done;
Since it seems that nevermore
May I hope to trail my gown
Rapturously, as before,
With my friend in Oxford Town;
Since I so regret a time
So unprofitably spent,
Let me send a little rhyme
From a king in banishment,—
Send a wish that we may see
Better days, and braver days:— Floreas, amice mi! Floreat Praxiteles.
Contents
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# The Bridge of Fire (poem)

Poem first published in the eponymous collection The Bridge of Fire (1907).
* "The Bridge of Fire" in The Bridge of Fire (1907).
* "The Bridge of Fire" in The collected poems of James Elroy Flecker (1916).
# The Bridge (Longfellow)

* "The Bridge", in The Belfry of Bruges and Other Poems (1846)
* "The Bridge", in The Riverside Song Book (1893)
* "The Bridge", in Suggestive Programs for Special Day Exercises (1898)
# The Bridge of San Luis Rey

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The BRIDGE of
SAN LUIS REY
THORNTON WILDER
THE Bridge OF
San Luis Rey
ILLUSTRATED BY AMY DREVENSTEDT
Grosset & Dunlap PUBLISHERS
BY ARRANGEMENT WITH ALBERT AND CHARLES BONI
COPYRIGHT, 1927, BY ALBERT & CHARLES BONI, inc.
MANUFACTURED IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA
To My Mother
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# The American Cyclopædia (1879)/New Castle (Pennsylvania)

Edition of 1879. See also New Castle, Pennsylvania on Wikipedia; and the disclaimer.
NEW CASTLE, a borough and the capital of Lawrence co., Pennsylvania, on the Shenango river, at the mouth of Neshannock creek, 45 m. N. N. W. of Pittsburgh; pop. in 1870, 6,164. It is situated 2 m. above the junction of the Shenango with Mahoning river, on the Beaver and Erie canal, and on the Erie and Pittsburgh, and a branch of the Pittsburgh, Fort Wayne, and Chicago railroad. Its manufactures of iron and glass are extensive. There are also flour mills, three banks, a savings institution, graded public schools, four weekly newspapers, and ten churches.
# The American Cyclopædia (1879)/New Castle (Delaware)

Edition of 1879. See also New Castle County, Delaware on Wikipedia; and the disclaimer.
NEW CASTLE, a N. county of Delaware, bordering on Pennsylvania, bounded E. by Delaware river and bay, which separate it from New Jersey, and drained by Brandywine, Christiana, and other creeks; area, about 500 sq. m.; pop. in 1870, 63,513, of whom 10,192 were colored. It has a diversified surface and fertile soil. It is intersected by the Philadelphia, Wilmington, and Baltimore, the Wilmington and Reading, and the Delaware railroads. The chief productions in 1870 were 504,284 bushels of wheat, 1,002,519 of Indian corn, 353,371 of oats, 200,137 of potatoes, 31,490 tons of hay, 17,555 lbs. of wool, 765,746 of butter, and 4,435 gallons of sorghum molasses. There were 7,464 horses, 883 mules and asses, 11,733 milch cows, 1,364 working oxen, 6,817 other cattle, 5,185 sheep, and 9,988 swine. The number of manufacturing establishments was 459, chiefly in Wilmington, having a capital of $9,995,175, and an annual product of $15,093,131. The principal were 26 manufactories of carriages and wagons, 3 of freight and passenger cars, 6 of cotton goods, 1 of gunpowder, 6 of forged and rolled iron, 8 of castings, 18 of leather, 7 of machinery, 2 of matches, 16 of tin, copper, and sheet-iron ware, 7 of woollen goods, 36 flour mills, and 5 ship yards. Capital, New Castle.
# The American Cyclopædia (1879)/New Haven (county)

Edition of 1879. See also New Haven County, Connecticut on Wikipedia; and the disclaimer.
NEW HAVEN, a S. county of Connecticut, on Long Island sound, bounded W. by the Housatonic river, and drained by the Naugatuck, Quinepiack, and other streams; area, 640 sq. m.; pop. in 1870, 121,257. The surface is generally uneven, mountainous in the middle and toward the east, and the soil is moderately fertile. On the coast there are several excellent harbors. It is intersected by several railroads, centring in New Haven. The chief pro- ductions in 1870 were 4,358 bushels of wheat, 56,868 of rye, 234,331 of Indian corn, 106,372 of oats, 17,039 of buckwheat, 511,009 of
potatoes, 73,971 tons of hay, 103,562 lbs. of tobacco, 24,751 of wool, and 804,246 of butter. There were on farms 4,752 horses, 10,841 milch cows, 5,050 working oxen, 9,203 other cattle, 8,591 sheep, and 6,648 swine. There were 940 manufacturing establishments, with a capital of $29,445,641, and annual products valued at $45,156,181. The most important were 62 manufactories of carriages and wagons, 5 of clocks, 18 of cutlery and edge tools, 55 of hardware, 10 of hoop skirts and corsets, 7 of India-rubber and elastic goods, 6 of forged and rolled iron, 25 of castings, 22 of machinery, 14 of plated ware, 1 of straw goods, 24 of tin, copper, and sheet-iron ware, 10 of woollen goods, and 17 saw mills. Capital, New Haven.
# The American Cyclopædia (1879)/New Berne

Edition of 1879. See also New Bern, North Carolina on Wikipedia; and the disclaimer.
​ NEW BERNE, or Newbern, a city and the capital of Craven co., North Carolina, the port of entry of the district of Pamlico, on the S. W. bank of the river Neuse at its confluence with the Trent, 40 m. from its mouth, and on the Atlantic and North Carolina railroad, 107 m. by rail S. E. of Raleigh; pop. in 1850, 4,681; in 1860, 5,432; in 1870, 5,849, of whom 3,829 were colored. Ocracoke inlet affords communication with the sea. There are lines of steamers to New York, Baltimore, and Norfolk. The city has a considerable commerce, principally coastwise. The chief articles of trade are cotton, lumber, naval stores, and fish. The value of foreign commerce for the year ending June 30, 1874, was $12,212; entrances and clearances, 13, of 1,021 tons; entrances in the coastwise trade, 179, of 31,807 tons; clearances, 80, of 17,992 tons; belonging to the district, 67 vessels, of 1,412 tons. There are several turpentine distilleries, founderies and machine shops, grist and saw mills, manufactories of carriages, agricultural implements, &c. The city has an academy, several good private schools, a national bank, a daily and three weekly newspapers, a monthly magazine, and Baptist, Christian, Episcopal, Methodist, Presbyterian, and Roman Catholic churches. It was at one time the capital of the province of North Carolina.—During the civil war New Berne, which was defended by intrenchments and breastworks, was captured by Gen. Burnside, after a severe fight, March 14, 1862. Sixty-nine cannon and much ammunition were taken, and the city suffered considerably by fire.
# The American Cyclopædia (1879)/New Harmony

Edition of 1879. See also New Harmony, Indiana on Wikipedia; and the disclaimer.
NEW HARMONY, a town of Posey co., Indiana, on the Wabash river, 50 m. from its mouth, and 150 m. S. W. of Indianapolis; pop. in 1870, 836. It was built by the Harmonists under George Rapp in 1815, and purchased from them in 1824 by Robert Owen for the purpose of testing his social system, an experiment which resulted unsuccessfully. Mr. Owen sold a large portion to William Maclure, who there established a school of industry, which after a trial of about six years was abandoned.
# The Catholic Prayer Book and Manual of Meditations/Old Irish Litany of the Blessed Virgin

Old Irish Litany of the Blessed Virgin.
O GREAT Mary,
O Mary, the greatest of Marys,
O Most exalted among women,
Queen of the Angels, pray for us
Empress of the Heavens,
Woman replete and overflowing with the grace of the Holy Spirit,
Blessed and thrice Blessed,
​Mother of eternal glory,
Mother of the heavenly and earthly Church,
Mother of love and mercy,
Mother of the golden effulgence,
Honour of the sky,
Harbinger of peace,
Gate of Heaven,
Golden Ark,
Couch of charity and indulgence,
Shrine of the Divinity,
Beauty of the Virgins,
Lady-Chief of the tribes,
Fountain of the gardens,
Cleansing of sins,
Purifying of souls,
Mother of the orphans,
Breast of the infants,
Refuge of the poor,
Star of the sea,
Handmaid of God,
Mother of Christ,
Abode of the Godhead,
Graceful as the dove,
Serene like the moon,
Resplendent like the sun,
Thou who dost cancel Eve’s disgrace,
O Renewer of life,
Perfection of women,
Head of the Virgins,
Garden enclosed,
Fountain ever- refreshing,
Mother of God,
Perpetual Virgin,
Holy Virgin,
Prudent Virgin,
​Comely Virgin,
Chaste Virgin,
Temple of the Living God,
Royal Throne of the Eternal King,
Sanctuary of the Holy Spirit,
Virgin of the root of Jesse,
Cedar of Mount Lebanon,
Cypress of Mount Sion,
Crimson rose of the land of Jacob,
Blooming like the palm,
Fruitful like the olive
Glorious son-bearer,
Light of Nazareth,
Glory of Jerusalem,
Beauty of the world,
Noblest born of the Christian fold,
O Queen of life,
O Ladder of Heaven,
Hear the petition of the poor; spurn not the wounds and the groans of the miserable.
Let our devotion and our sighs be carried through thee to the presence of the Creator, for we are not ourselves worthy of being heard because of our evil deserts.
O powerful Queen of heaven and earth, wipe out our trespasses and our sins.
Cancel our wickedness and depravity.
Raise the fallen, the miserable, and the fettered. Loose the condemned. Repair through thyself the faults of our unworthiness and our iniquity. Bestow upon us through, thyself the brightness and ornaments of good actions and virtues. Appease for us the Judge by thy prayers and thy Supplications. Allow us not, for mercy sake, to be carried off from thee among the spoils of our enemies. Allow not ​our souls to be condemned, but take us to thyself for ever under thy protection.
We, moreover, beseech and pray thee, O holy Mary, to obtain, through thy great power with thy only Son, that is, with Jesus Christ, the Son of the living God, that He may guard us from all dangers and temptations. Obtain also for us from the God of all creatures, the forgiveness and remission of all our sins and trespasses; and may we receive from Him further, through thy intercession, the everlasting dwelling in the heavenly kingdom, through all eternity, in the presence of the saints and the saintly virgins of the world; which may we deserve, may we enjoy, in saecula saeculorum. Amen.