THE GREY ROOMTHE GREY ROOMby Eden Phillpotts1- Page 2-THE GREY ROOMCHAPTER ITHE HOUSE PARTYThe piers of the main entrance of Chadlands were of red brick, andupon each reposed a mighty sphere of grey granite. Behind themstretched away the park, where forest trees, nearly shorn of their leaves at...　

1872FAIRY TALES OF HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSENTHE WILL-O-THE WISP IS IN THE TOWN,SAYS THE MOOR WOMANby Hans Christian AndersenTHERE was a man who once knew many stories, but they had slipped away from him- so he said. The Story that used to visit him of its own accord no longer came and knocked at his door. And why did it come no longer? It is true enough that for days and years the man had not thought of it, had not expected it to come and knock; and if he had expected it, it would certainly not have come; for without there was war, and within was the care and sorrow that war brings with it....　

MY BURIED TREASUREMY BURIEDTREASUREby Richard Harding Davis- Page 2-MY BURIED TREASUREThis is a true story of a search for buried treasure. The only part that isnot true is the name of the man with whom I searched for the treasure.Unless I keep his name out of it he will not let me write the story, and, as itwas his expedition and as my share of the treasure is only what I can makeby writing the story, I must write as he dictates. I think the story should be...　

420 BCPEACEby Aristophanesanonymous translatorCHARACTERS IN THE PLAYTRYGAEUSTWO SERVANTS OF TRYGAEUSDAUGHTERS OF TRYGAEUSHERMESWARTUMULTHIEROCLES, a SoothsayerAN ARMOURERA SICKLE-MAKERA CREST-MAKERSON OF LAMACHUSSON OF CLEONYMUSCHORUS OF HUSBANDMENPEACE(SCENE:-Behind the Orchestra on the right the farmhouse of...　

THE SKETCH BOOKENGLISH WRITERS ON AMERICAby Washington Irving"Methinks I see in my mind a noble and puissant nation, rousingherself like a strong man after sleep, and shaking her invinciblelocks: methinks I see her as an eagle, mewing her mighty youth, andkindling her endazzled eyes at the full mid-day beam."MILTON ON THE LIBERTY OF THE PRESS.IT IS with feelings of deep regret that I observe the literaryanimosity daily growing up between England and America. Great...　

　　And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,　　And the dry stone no sound of water. Only　　There is shadow under this red rock,　　(e in under the shadow of this red rock),　　And I will show you something different from either　　Your shadow in the morning striding behind you　　Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;　　I will show you fear in a handful of dust.　　-T. S. ELIOT "The Waste Land"　　　　If there pushed any ragged thistle-stalk　　Above its mates, the head was chopped; the bents　　Were jealous else. What made those holes and rents...　

The Ways of Menby Eliot GregoryChapter 1 - "UNCLE SAM"THE gentleman who graced the gubernatorial arm-chair of our state when this century was born happened to be an admirer of classic lore and the sonorous names of antiquity.It is owing to his weakness in bestowing pompous cognomens on our embryo towns and villages that to-day names like Utica, Syracuse, and Ithaca, instead of evoking visions of historic pomp and circumstance, raise in the minds of most Americans the picture of cocky little cities, rich only in trolley-cars and Methodist meeting-houses.When, however, this cultured gove　

On the Improvement of the UnderstandingOn the Improvement ofthe Understandingby Baruch SpinozaTranslated by R. H. M. Elwes1- Page 2-On the Improvement of the Understanding[1] (1) After experience had taught me that all the usual surroundingsof social life are vain and futile; seeing that none of the objects of my fearscontained in themselves anything either good or bad, except in so far as...　

An Enquiry Concerning Human Understandingby Davi HumeCONTENTSSection 1: Of the Different Species of PhilosophySection 2: Of the Origin of IdeasSection 3: Of the Association of IdeasSection 4: Sceptical Doubts concerning the Operationsof the UnderstandingSection 5: Sceptical Solution of these DoubtsSection 6: Of ProbabilitySection 7: Of the Idea of Necessary ConnexionSection 8: Of Liberty and NecessitySection 9: Of the Reason of AnimalsSection 10: Of MiraclesSection 11: Of a Particular Providence and of a Future...　

　　THE WAVES TURNED VICIOUS AND WORSENED WITH EVERY rush of wind. The calm weather of the morning transformed from Dr. Jekyll into a vehement Mr. Hyde by late evening. Whitecaps on the crests of towering waves were lashed into sheets of spray. The violent water and black clouds merged under the onslaught of a driving snowstorm. It was impossible to tell where water ended and sky began. As the passenger liner Princess Dou Wan fought through waves that rose like mountains before spilling over the ship, the men on board were unaware of the imminent disaster that was only minutes away. The crazed　

Miss Billie Marriedby Eleanor H. PorterTOMy Cousin MaudCONTENTSCHAPTERI. SOME OPINIONS AND A WEDDINGII. FOR WILLIAMA HOMEIII. BILLY SPEAKS HER MINDIV. JUST LIKE BILLYV. TIGER SKINSVI. ``THE PAINTING LOOK'VII. THE BIG BAD QUARRELVIII. BILLY CULTIVATES A COMFORTABLE INDIFFERENCE'IX. THE DINNER BILLY TRIED TO GETX. THE DINNER BILLY GOTXI. CALDERWELL DOES SOME QUESTIONINGXII. FOR BILLYSOME ADVICEXIII. PETE...　

THE HISTORY OF WHITTINGTONDICK WHITTINGTON was a very little boy when hisfather and mother died; so little, indeed, that he neverknew them, nor the place where he was born. Hestrolled about the country as ragged as a colt, till he metwith a wagoner who was going to London, and who gavehim leave to walk all the way by the side of his wagonwithout paying anything for his passage. This pleasedlittle Whittington very much, as he wanted to see Londonsadly, for he had heard that the streets were paved withgold, and he was willing to get a bushel of it; but how...　

FAIRY TALES OF HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSENTHE GIRL WHO TROD ON THE LOAFby Hans Christian AndersenTHERE was once a girl who trod on a loaf to avoid soiling hershoes, and the misfortunes that happened to her in consequence arewell known. Her name was Inge; she was a poor child, but proud andpresuming, and with a bad and cruel disposition. When quite a littlechild she would delight in catching flies, and tearing off theirwings, so as to make creeping things of them. When older, she wouldtake cockchafers and beetles, and stick pins through them. Then she...　

Chamber Musicby James JoyceContents:IStrings in the earth and airMake music sweet;IIThe twilight turns from amethystTo deep and deeper blue,IIIAt that hour when all things have repose,O lonely watcher of the skies,IVWhen the shy star goes forth in heavenAll maidenly, disconsolate,VLean out of the window,Goldenhair,VII would in that sweet bosom be(O sweet it is and fair it is!)VIIMy love is in a light attireAmong the apple-trees,...　

The Madonna of the Futureby Henry JamesWe had been talking about the masters who had achieved but a singlemasterpiecethe artists and poets who but once in their lives hadknown the divine afflatus and touched the high level of perfection.Our host had been showing us a charming little cabinet picture by apainter whose name we had never heard, and who, after this singlespasmodic bid for fame, had apparently relapsed into obscurity andmediocrity. There was some discussion as to the frequency of thisphenomenon; during which, I observed, H- sat silent, finishing his...　

TALES FROM TWO HEMISPHERES.TALES FROM TWOHEMISPHERES.BY HJALMAR HJORTH BOYSEN.THE MAN WHO LOST HISNAME.ION the second day of June, 186, a young Norseman, Halfdan Bjerkby name, landed on the pier at Castle Garden. He passed through thestraight and narrow gate where he was asked his name, birthplace, andhow much money he had,at which he grew very much frightened....