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rottenstone, crocus, rouge, etc., and other kinds of polishing-powder, with oil or dry. They are especially useful in chased, indented, carved, and open work. The brushes are generally of bristles, but sometimes of wire. Brussels carpet. Brus′sels Car′pet. A carpet having a heavy linen web, inclosed in worsted yarns of different colors, raised into loops to form the pattern. The ordinary Brussels carpet has an uncut pile. In the imperial Brussels the figure is raised above the grohe five ends run throughout the yarn while only one of the five is taken up on an average at each lash, it has been attempted to dye the yarn in places, so as to make one set of ends fill the various colors of the pattern. See printed carpet. Brus′sels lace. Brussels point has the network made by the pillow and bobbins. Brussels ground has a hexagonal mesh, formed by plaiting and twisting four flaxen threads to a perpendicular line of mesh. Brussels wire-ground is of silk. The mes<
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ind a sort of national savor therein, such as delights his countrymen in a haggis, or the German in his sauer-kraut. The uninitiated foreigner puts his handkerchief to his nose, wonders, and gets out of the way as soon as he civilly can. Barbour's Brus, if not precisely a poem, has passages whose simple tenderness raises them to that level. That on Freedom is familiar. Though always misapplied in quotation, as if he had used the word in that generalized meaning which is common now, but whic He came right to the king in hy [hastily] And said, ‘Sir, since that is so That ye thus gate your gate will go, Have ye good-day, for back will I: Yet never fled I certainly, And I choose here to bide and die Than to live shamefully and fly.’ The Brus is in many ways the best rhymed chronicle ever written. It is national in a high and generous way, but I confess I have little faith in that quality in literature which is commonly called nationality,—a kind of praise seldom given where there is <