THE LUMLEY AUTOGRAPHTHE LUMLEYAUTOGRAPHby Susan Fenimore Cooper1- Page 2-THE LUMLEY AUTOGRAPHTHE LUMLEY AUTOGRAPH.BY THE AUTHOR OF "RURAL HOURS," ETC.The month of November of the year sixteen hundred and wascheerless and dark, as November has never failed to be within the foggy,smoky bounds of the great city of London. It was one of the worst days ofthe season; what light there was seemed an emanation from the dull earth,...　

The Crime of Sylvestre Bonnardby Anatole FrancePart IThe LogDecember 24, 1849.I had put on my slippers and my dressing-gown. I wiped away a tear with which the north wind blowing over the quay had obscured my vision. A bright fire was leaping in the chimney of my study. Ice-crystals, shaped like fern-leaves, were sprouting over the windowpanes and concealed from me the Seine with its bridges and the Louvre of the Valois.I drew up my easy-chair to the hearth, and my table-volante, and took up so much of my place by the fire as Hamilcar deigned to allow me. Hamilcar was lying in front of th　

EURASIAEURASIAChris. Evans1- Page 2-EURASIAPREFACE.In "Eurasia" the author describes an ideal republic where many of theproblems that confront us are worked out. The book describes in aninteresting and readable way how government is administered in this idealrepublic. The government is one in which women take their full share ofresponsibility, the school children are trained in the problems they will...　

Eugene Pickeringby Henry JamesCHAPTER I.It was at Homburg, several years ago, before the gaming had beensuppressed. The evening was very warm, and all the world wasgathered on the terrace of the Kursaal and the esplanade below it tolisten to the excellent orchestra; or half the world, rather, for thecrowd was equally dense in the gaming-rooms around the tables.Everywhere the crowd was great. The night was perfect, the seasonwas at its height, the open windows of the Kursaal sent long shaftsof unnatural light into the dusky woods, and now and then, in the...　

360 BCPHAEDOby Platotranslated by Benjamin JowettPERSONS OF THE DIALOGUEPHAEDO, who is the narrator of the dialogue to ECHECRATES of PhliusSOCRATESAPOLLODORUSSIMMIASCEBESCRITOATTENDANT OF THE PRISONPHAEDOSCENE: The Prison of SocratesPLACE OF THE NARRATION: PhliusEchecrates. Were you yourself, Phaedo, in the prison with Socrates...　

The Clue of the Twisted Candleby Edgar WallaceCHAPTER IThe 4.15 from Victoria to Lewes had been held up at Three Bridges in consequence of a derailment and, though John Lexman was fortunate enough to catch a belated connection to Beston Tracey, the wagonette which was the sole communication between the village and the outside world had gone."If you can wait half an hour, Mr. Lexman," said the station-master, "I will telephone up to the village and get Briggs to come down for you."John Lexman looked out upon the dripping landscape and shrugged his shoulders....　

The Golden Sayings of EpictetusIAre these the only works of Providence within us? What wordssuffice to praise or set them forth? Had we but understanding,should we ever cease hymning and blessing the Divine Power, bothopenly and in secret, and telling of His gracious gifts? Whetherdigging or ploughing or eating, should we not sing the hymn toGod:Great is God, for that He hath given us such instruments to tillthe ground withal:Great is God, for that He hath given us hands and the power ofswallowing and digesting; of unconsciously growing and...　

THE STARIt was on the first day of the New Year that the announcementwas made, almost simultaneously from three observatories, that themotion of the planet Neptune, the outermost of all the planetsthat wheel about the sun, had become very erratic. Ogilvy hadalready called attention to a suspected retardation in its velocityin December. Such a piece of news was scarcely calculated tointerest a world the greater portion of whose inhabitants wereunaware of the existence of the planet Neptune, nor outside theastronomical profession did the subsequent discovery of a faint...　

Brother Jacobby George Eliot [Mary Anne Evans]CHAPTER IAmong the many fatalities attending the bloom of young desire, thatof blindly taking to the confectionery line has not, perhaps, beensufficiently considered. How is the son of a British yeoman, whohas been fed principally on salt pork and yeast dumplings, to knowthat there is satiety for the human stomach even in a paradise ofglass jars full of sugared almonds and pink lozenges, and that thetedium of life can reach a pitch where plum-buns at discretion cease...　

"UNLEARNED VIEWS OF MEDICINE"_To Dr. Caspar Wistar__Washington, June 21, 1807_DEAR SIR, I have a grandson, the son of Mr. Randolph, nowabout 15 years of age, in whose education I take a lively interest.His time has not hitherto been employed to the greatest advantage, afrequent change of tutors having prevented the steady pursuit of anyone plan. Whether he possesses that lively imagination, usuallycalled genius, I have not had opportunities of knowing. But I thinkhe has an observing mind & sound judgment. He is assiduous, orderly,...　

A New England Girlhoodby Lucy LarcomI dedicated this sketchTo my girlfriends in general;And in particularTo my namesake-niece,Lucy Larcom Spaulding.Happy those early days, when IShined in my angel-infancy!When on some gilded cloud or flowerMy gazing soul would dwell an hour,And in those weaker glories spySome shadows of eternity:Before I taught my tongue to woundMy conscience by a sinful sound;But felt through all this fleshy dressBright shoots of everlastingness.HENRY VAUGHANThe thought of our past years in me doth breedPerpetual benediction....　

The Secrets of the Princesse de Cadignanby Honore de BalzacTranslated by Katharine Prescott WormeleyDEDICATIONTo Theophile GautierTHE SECRETS OF THE PRINCESSE DE CADIGNANCHAPTER ITHE LAST WORD OF TWO GREAT COQUETTESAfter the disasters of the revolution of July, which destroyed so manyaristocratic fortunes dependent on the court, Madame la Princesse deCadignan was clever enough to attribute to political events the totalruin she had caused by her own extravagance. The prince left France...　

Staccato Notes of a Vanished Summerby William Dean HowellsMonday afternoon the storm which had been beating up against thesoutheasterly wind nearly all day thickened, fold upon fold, in thenorthwest. The gale increased, and blackened the harbor and whitened theopen sea beyond, where sail after sail appeared round the reef ofWhaleback Light, and ran in a wild scamper for the safe anchorageswithin.Since noon cautious coasters of all sorts had been dropping in with acasual air; the coal schooners and barges had rocked and nodded knowinglyto one another, with their taper and truncated masts, on 　

My Memories of Eighty Yearsby Chauncey M. DepewTO MY WIFE MAY PALMER DEPEW THIS BOOK GREW FROM HER ENCOURAGEMENTFOREWORDFor many years my friends have insisted upon my putting in permanent form the incidents in my life which have interested them. It has been my good fortune to take part in history-making meetings and to know more or less intimately people prominent in world affairs in many countries. Every one so situated has a flood of recollections which pour out when occasion stirs the memory. Often the listeners wish these transcribed for their own use....　

THE WALLET OF KAI LUNGBY ERNEST BRAMAH"Ho, illustrious passers-by!" says Kai Lung ashe spreads out his embroidered mat under themulberry-tree. "It is indeed unlikely that youcould condescend to stop and listen to thefoolish words of such an insignificant andaltogether deformed person as myself.Nevertheless, if you will but retard yourelegant footsteps for a few moments, thisexceedingly unprepossessing individual willendeavour to entertain you." This is a...　

Ivanoffby Anton CheckovA PLAYCHARACTERSNICHOLAS IVANOFF, perpetual member of the Council of PeasantAffairsANNA, his wife. Nee Sarah AbramsonMATTHEW SHABELSKI, a count, uncle of IvanoffPAUL LEBEDIEFF, President of the Board of the ZemstvoZINAIDA, his wifeSASHA, their daughter, twenty years oldLVOFF, a young government doctorMARTHA BABAKINA, a young widow, owner of an estate and daughterof a rich merchantKOSICH, an excisemanMICHAEL BORKIN, a distant relative of Ivanoff, and manager of hisestateAVDOTIA NAZAROVNA, an old woman...