An Anthology of Australian VerseEdited by Bertram StevensDedicated toDAVID SCOTT MITCHELL, Esq.SydneyPrefaceThe Editor has endeavoured to make this selection representativeof the best short poems written by Australians or inspired byAustralian scenery and conditions of life, "Australian" in this connectionbeing used to include New Zealand. The arrangement isas nearly as possible chronological; and the appendix containsbrief biographical particulars of the authors, together with noteswhich may be useful to readers outside Australia....　

The Bridge-Buildersby Mark Twain [Samuel Clemens]The least that Findlayson, of the Public Works Department,expected was a C.I.E.; he dreamed of a C.S.I. Indeed, hisfriends told him that he deserved more. For three years he hadendured heat and cold, disappointment, discomfort, danger, anddisease, with responsibility almost to top-heavy for one pair ofshoulders; and day by day, through that time, the great KashiBridge over the Ganges had grown under his charge. Now, in lessthan three months, if all went well, his Excellency the Viceroy...　

TO BE READ AT DUSKTO BE READ AT DUSKby Charles Dickens1- Page 2-TO BE READ AT DUSKOne, two, three, four, five. There were five of them.Five couriers, sitting on a bench outside the convent on the summit ofthe Great St. Bernard in Switzerland, looking at the remote heights,stained by the setting sun as if a mighty quantity of red wine had been...　

CYRANO DE BERGERACCYRANO DEBERGERACA Play in Five ActsBy Edmond Rostand1- Page 2-CYRANO DE BERGERACThe CharactersCYRANO DE BERGERAC CHRISTIAN DE NEUVILLETTECOUNT DE GUICHE RAGUENEAU LE BRET CARBON DECASTEL-JALOUX THE CADETS LIGNIERE DE VALVERT AMARQUIS SECOND MARQUIS THIRD MARQUIS MONTFLEURY...　

BruceBruceAlbert Payson Terhune1- Page 2-BruceWho are far wiser in their way and far better in every way, than I; andyet who have not the wisdom to know it Who do not merely think I amperfect, but who are calmly and permanently convinced of my perfection;--and this in spite of fifty disillusions a day Who are frantically happy atmy coming and bitterly woebegone in my absence Who never bore me and...　

THE GREAT STONE FACEOne afternoon, when the sun was going down, a mother and herlittle boy sat at the door of their cottage, talking about theGreat Stone Face. They had but to lift their eyes, and there itwas plainly to be seen, though miles away, with the sunshinebrightening all its features.And what was the Great Stone Face?Embosomed amongst a family of lofty mountains, there was a valleyso spacious that it contained many thousand inhabitants. Some ofthese good people dwelt in log-huts, with the black forest allaround them, on the steep and difficult hill-sides. Others had...　

The Diary of a Goose GirlThe Diary of a GooseGirlby Kate Douglas Wiggin1- Page 2-The Diary of a Goose GirlTHORNYCROFT FARM, nearBarbury Green, July 1, 190-.In alluding to myself as a Goose Girl, I am using only the most modestof my titles; for I am also a poultry-maid, a tender of Belgian hares andrabbits, and a shepherdess; but I particularly fancy the role of Goose Girl,...　

Chapter XIX of Volume III (Chap. 61)HAPPY for all her maternal feelings was the day on which Mrs. Bennet got rid of her two most deserving daughters. With what delighted pride she afterwards visited Mrs. Bingley, and talked of Mrs. Darcy, may be guessed. I wish I could say, for the sake of her family, that the accomplishment of her earnest desire in the establishment of so many of her children produced so happy an effect as to make her a sensible, amiable, well-informed woman for the rest of her life; though perhaps it was lucky for her husband, who might not have relished domestic felicity i　

THE AMAZING INTERLUDETHE AMAZINGINTERLUDEby Mary Roberts Rinehart- Page 2-THE AMAZING INTERLUDECHAPTER IThe stage on which we play our little dramas of life and love has formost of us but one setting. It is furnished out with approximately the samethings. Characters come, move about and make their final exits throughlong-familiar doors. And the back drop remains approximately the samefrom beginning to end. Palace or hovel, forest or sea, it is the background...　

FAIRY TALES OF HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSENTHE SUNBEAM AND THE CAPTIVEby Hans Christian AndersenIT is autumn. We stand on the ramparts, and look out over the sea.We look at the numerous ships, and at the Swedish coast on theopposite side of the sound, rising far above the surface of the waterswhich mirror the glow of the evening sky. Behind us the wood issharply defined; mighty trees surround us, and the yellow leavesflutter down from the branches. Below, at the foot of the wall, standsa gloomy looking building enclosed in palisades. The space between...　

KING HENRY THE FIFTHKING HENRY THEFIFTHWilliam Shakespeare15991- Page 2-KING HENRY THE FIFTHPROLOGUEEnter CHORUSCHORUS. O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend The brightestheaven of invention, A kingdom for a stage, princes to act, And monarchsto behold the swelling scene! Then should the warlike Harry, like himself,...　

The Crime of Sylvestre BonnardThe Crime of SylvestreBonnardby Anatole France1- Page 2-The Crime of Sylvestre BonnardPart IThe LogDecember 24, 1849.I had put on my slippers and my dressing-gown. I wiped away a tearwith 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...　

INDIAN BOYHOOD BY OHIYESAINDIAN BOYHOOD BYOHIYESA(CHARLES A. EASTMAN)1- Page 2-INDIAN BOYHOOD BY OHIYESAI Earliest RecollectionsI: Hadakah, "The Pitiful Last"WHAT boy would not be an Indian for a while when he thinks of thefreest life in the world? This life was mine. Every day there was a realhunt. There was real game. Occasionally there was a medicine dance...　

　　　　"He who makes a beast of himself gets rid of the pain of being a man."　　Dr. Johnson　　PART ONE　　　　We were somewhere around Barstow on the edge of the desert when the drugs began to take hold. I remember saying something like "I feel a bit lightheaded; maybe you should drive... ." And suddenly there was a terrible roar all around us and the sky was full of what looked like huge bats, all swooping and screeching and diving around the car, which was going about a hundred miles an hour with the top down to Las Vegas. And a voice was screaming: "Holy Jesus! What are these goddamn animals?" Then　

SIR THOMAS MORESIR THOMAS MOREShakespeare1- Page 2-SIR THOMAS MOREDRAMATIS PERSONAE.Earl of SHREWSBURY. Earl of SURREY. Sir THOMAS PALMER.Sir ROGER CHOMLEY. Sir THOMAS MORE. Lord Mayor. Aldermen.SURESBY, a Justice. Other Justices. Sheriffs. Recorder. Sergeant at Arms.Clerk of the Council. ERASMUS. Bishop of Rochester. ROPER, son-in-law to MORE. JOHN LINCOLN, a broker. GEORGE BETTS. His brother...　

FUNDAMENTAL PRINCIPLES OF THE METAPHYSIC OF MORALSby Immanuel Kanttranslated by Thomas Kingsmill AbbottPREFACEAncient Greek philosophy was divided into three sciences: physics,ethics, and logic. This division is perfectly suitable to the natureof the thing; and the only improvement that can be made in it is toadd the principle on which it is based, so that we may both satisfyourselves of its completeness, and also be able to determine correctly...