The Polity of the Athenians and the Lacedaemoniansby XenophonTranslation by H. G. DakynsXenophon the Athenian was born 431 B.C. He was a pupil of Socrates. He marched with the Spartans, and was exiled from Athens. Sparta gave him land and property in Scillus, where he lived for many years before having to move once more, to settle in Corinth. He died in 354 B.C.The Polity of the Lacedaemonians talks about the laws and institutions created by Lycurgus, which train and develop Spartan citizens from birth to old age.The Polity of the Lacedaemonians talks about the laws and institutions created b　

SHERLOCK HOLMESTHE ADVENTURE OF THE EMPTY HOUSEby Sir Arthur Conan DoyleIt was in the spring of the year 1894 that all London wasinterested, and the fashionable world dismayed, by the murder of theHonourable Ronald Adair under most unusual and inexplicablecircumstances. The public has already learned those particulars of thecrime which came out in the police investigation, but a good dealwas suppressed upon that occasion, since the case for theprosecution was so overwhelmingly strong that it was not necessary...　

THE DORE LECTURES ON MENTAL SCIENCETHE DORE LECTURESON MENTAL SCIENCEby Thomas Troward1- Page 2-THE DORE LECTURES ON MENTAL SCIENCEENTERING INTO THE SPIRIT OF IT INDIVIDUALITY THENEW THOUGHT AND THE NEW ORDER THE LIPS OF THE SPIRITALPHA AND OMEGA THE CREATIVE POWER OF THOUGHTTHE GREAT AFFIRMATIVE CHRIST THE FULFILLING OF THE...　

DRIFT FROM TWO SHORESDRIFT FROM TWOSHORESby BRET HARTE1- Page 2-DRIFT FROM TWO SHORES2- Page 3-DRIFT FROM TWO SHORESTHE MAN ON THE BEACHIHe lived beside a river that emptied into a great ocean. The narrowstrip of land that lay between him and the estuary was covered at high tide...　

THE YOUNG KING[TO MARGARET LADY BROOKE - THE RANEE OF SARAWAK]It was the night before the day fixed for his coronation, and theyoung King was sitting alone in his beautiful chamber. Hiscourtiers had all taken their leave of him, bowing their heads tothe ground, according to the ceremonious usage of the day, and hadretired to the Great Hall of the Palace, to receive a few lastlessons from the Professor of Etiquette; there being some of themwho had still quite natural manners, which in a courtier is, I needhardly say, a very grave offence....　

　　Captain Sir Horatio Hornblower sat in his bath, regarding with distaste his legs dangling over the end. They were thin and hairy, and recalled to his mind the legs of the spiders he had seen in Central America. It was hard to think about anything except his legs, seeing how much they were forced upon his attention by their position under his nose as he sat in this ridiculous bath; they hung out at one end while his body protruded from the water at the other. It was only the middle portion of him, from his waist to above his knees, which was submerged, and that was bent almost double. Hornbl　

　　　　The Treloar Building was, and is, on Olive Street, near Sixth, on the west side. The sidewalk in front of it had been built of black and white rubber blocks. They were taking them up now to give to the government, and a hatless pale man with a face like a building superintendent was watching the work and looking as if it was breaking his heart.　　I went past him through an arcade of specialty shops into a vast black and gold lobby. The Gillerlain pany was on the seventh floor, in front, behind swinging double plate glass doors bound in platinum. Their reception room had Chinese rugs, dull 　

　　　I am a vampire, and that is the truth. But the modern meaning of the word vampire, the stories that have been told about creatures such as I, are not precisely true. I do not turn to ash in the sun, nor do I cringe when I see a crucifix. I wear a tiny gold cross now around my neck, but only because I like it. I cannot mand a pack of wolves to attack or fly through the air. Nor can I make another of my kind simply by having him drink my blood. Wolves do like me, though, as do most predators, and I can jump so high that one might imagine I can fly. As to blood-ah, blood, the whole subject fa　

The Memoirs of Louis XIV., His Court and The Regency, V2by Duc de Saint-SimonMEMOIRS OF LOUIS XIV AND HIS COURT AND OF THE REGENCYBY THE DUKE OF SAINT-SIMONVOLUME 2.CHAPTER IXDeath of Archbishop Harlay.Scene at Conflans."The Good Langres."A Scene at Marly.Princesses Smoke Pipes!Fortunes of Cavoye.Mademoiselle de Coetlogon.Madame de Guise.Madame de Miramion.Madamede Sevigne.Father Seraphin.An Angry Bishop.Death of La Bruyere.Burglary by a Duke.Proposed Marriage of the Duc de Bourgogne.The...　

The Garden Of Allahby Robert HichensCONTENTSBOOK I. PRELUDEBOOK II. THE VOICE OF PRAYERBOOK III. THE GARDENBOOK IV. THE JOURNEYBOOK V. THE REVELATIONBOOK VI. THE JOURNEY BACKTHE GARDEN OF ALLAHBOOK I. PRELUDECHAPTER IThe fatigue caused by a rough sea journey, and, perhaps, theconsciousness that she would have to be dressed before dawn to catchthe train for Beni-Mora, prevented Domini Enfilden from sleeping.There was deep silence in the Hotel de la Mer at Robertville. TheFrench officers who took their pension there had long since ascended...　

THE BEDFORD-ROW CONSPIRACYTHE BEDFORD-ROWCONSPIRACYThackeray1- Page 2-THE BEDFORD-ROW CONSPIRACYCHAPTER I.OF THE LOVES OF MR. PERKINS AND MISS GORGON, ANDOF THE TWO GREAT FACTIONS IN THE TOWN OFOLDBOROUGH."My dear John," cried Lucy, with a very wise look indeed, "it must andshall be so. As for Doughty Street, with our means, a house is out of the...　

TARTARIN OF TARASCONbyALPHONSE DAUDETEPISODE THE FIRSTIN TARASCONI. The Garden Round the Giant Trees.My first visit to Tartarin of Tarascon has remained a never-to-be- forgotten date in my life; although quite ten or a dozen years ago, I remember it better than yesterday.At that time the intrepid Tartarin lived in the third house on the left as the town begins, on the Avignon road. A pretty little villa in the local style, with a front garden and a balcony behind, the walls glaringly white and the venetians very green; and always about the doorsteps a brood of little Savoyard shoeblackguards　

AmphitryonAmphitryonTranslated by A.R. Waller, M.A.1- Page 2-AmphitryonPREFACEAmphitryon was played for the first time in Paris, at the Theatre duPalais-Royal, January 13, 1668. It was successfully received, holding theboards until the 18th of March, when Easter intervened. After the re-opening of the theatre, it was played half a dozen times more the same...　

　On the fine, bright morning in early May when the whole sensational affair of the Gwytherin relics may properly be considered to have begun, Brother Cadfael had been up long before Prime, pricking out cabbage seedlings before the day was aired, and his thoughts were all on birth, growth and fertility, not at all on graves and reliquaries and violent deaths, whether of saints, sinners or ordinary decent, fallible men like himself. Nothing troubled his peace but the necessity to take himself indoors for Mass, and the succeeding half-hour of chapter, which was always liable to stray over by an 　

Eben Holden, a Tale of the North Countryby Irving BachellerPREFACEEarly in the last century the hardy wood-choppers began to come west, out of Vermont. They founded their homes in the Adirondack wildernesses and cleared their rough acres with the axe and the charcoal pit. After years of toil in a rigorous climate they left their sons little besides a stumpy farm and a coon-skin overcoat. Far from the centres of life their amusements, their humours, their religion, their folk lore, their views of things had in them the flavour of the timber lands, the simplicity of childhood. Every son was nur　

North America-Volume 1by Anthony TrollopeCONTENTS OF VOL. I.CHAPTER I.INTRODUCTIONCHAPTER II.NewportRhode IslandCHAPTER III.Maine, New Hampshire, and VermontCHAPTER IV.Lower CanadaCHAPTER V.Upper CanadaCHAPTER VI.The Connection of the Canadas with Great BritainCHAPTER VII.NiagaraCHAPTER VIII.North and WestCHAPTER IX.From Niagara to the MississippiCHAPTER X.The Upper MississippiCHAPTER XI.Ceres AmericanaCHAPTER XII.Buffalo to New YorkCHAPTER XIII.An Apology for the WarCHAPTER XIV.New YorkCHAPTER XV.The Constitution of the State of New York...