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...　

Chapter XIII of Volume II (Chap. 36)IF Elizabeth, when Mr. Darcy gave her the letter, did not expect it to contain a renewal of his offers, she had formed no expectation at all of its contents. But such as they were, it may be well supposed how eagerly she went through them, and what a contrariety of emotion they excited. Her feelings as she read were scarcely to be defined. With amazement did she first understand that he believed any apology to be in his power; and stedfastly was she persuaded that he could have no explanation to give, which a just sense of shame would not conceal. With a st　

Mrs. General Talboysby Anthony TrollopeWhy Mrs. General Talboys first made up her mind to pass the winterof 1859 at Rome I never clearly understood. To myself she explainedher purposes, soon after her arrival at the Eternal City, bydeclaring, in her own enthusiastic manner, that she was inspired bya burning desire to drink fresh at the still living fountains ofclassical poetry and sentiment. But I always thought that there wassomething more than this in it. Classical poetry and sentiment weredoubtless very dear to her; but so also, I imagine, were 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　

Edingburgh Picturesque Notesby Robert Louis StevensonCHAPTER I.INTRODUCTORY.THE ancient and famous metropolis of the North sitsoverlooking a windy estuary from the slope and summit ofthree hills. No situation could be more commanding forthe head city of a kingdom; none better chosen for nobleprospects. From her tall precipice and terraced gardensshe looks far and wide on the sea and broad champaigns.To the east you may catch at sunset the spark of the Maylighthouse, where the Firth expands into the German...　

　　The story is based on a screen treatment by K. McClory, J. Whittingham, and the author.　　1. "Take It Easy, Mr. Bond"　　It was one of those days when it seemed to James Bond that all life, as someone put it, was nothing but a heap of six to four against.　　To begin with he was ashamed of himself-a rare state of mind. He had a hangover, a bad one, with an aching head and stiff joints. When he coughed-smoking too much goes with drinking too much and doubles the hangover-a cloud of small luminous black spots swam across his vision like amoebae in pond water. The one drink too many signals itself 　

　　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　

　Up at the unpeopled borderland of cloudy heaven, where unending wind drove eternal snow between and over high gray rocks, the gods and goddesses were gathering.　In the grayness just before dawn, their tall forms came like smoke out of the gray and smoking wind, to take on solidity and detail. Unperturbed by wind or weather, their garments flapping in the shrieking howl of air, they stood upon the rooftop of the world and waited as their numbers grew. Steadily more powers streaked across the sky, bringing reinforcement.　The shortest of the standing figures was taller than humanity, but from t　

Tour Through the Eastern Counties of Englandby Daniel DefoeI began my travels where I purpose to end them, viz., at the Cityof London, and therefore my account of the city itself will comelast, that is to say, at the latter end of my southern progress;and as in the course of this journey I shall have many occasions tocall it a circuit, if not a circle, so I chose to give it the titleof circuits in the plural, because I do not pretend to havetravelled it all in one journey, but in many, and some of them manytimes over; the better to inform myself of everything I could find...　

Elinor Wyllysby Susan Fenimore CooperIN TWO VOLUMES. VOL. II.EDITED BY J. FENIMORE COOPER.CHAPTER I {would be CHAPTER XXIV, if numbered from beginning of Vol. I}"But there is matter for another rhyme; And I to this would add another tale." WORDSWORTH."And how do Miss and Madam do; The little boy, and all? All tight and well? and how do you, Good Mr. What-do-you-call?" COWPER.{William Wordsworth (English poet, 1770-1850), "Poems of the Imagination: Hart-Leap Well" lines 95-96. William Cowper (English poet, 1731-1800), "The Yearly Distress, or, Tithing Time at Stock in Essex" lines 33-36}...　

THE GOLDEN FLEECE AND THE HEROES WHO LIVED BEFORE ACHILLESTHE GOLDENFLEECE AND THEHEROES WHO LIVEDBEFORE ACHILLESBY PADRAIC COLUM1- Page 2-THE GOLDEN FLEECE AND THE HEROES WHO LIVED BEFORE ACHILLESPart I.The Voyage to ColchisI. The Youth JasonA man in the garb of a slave went up the side of that mountain that is...　

　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 　

1 - The Slow Fuse 32 - Odd Man In 83 - Correlation of Forces 244 - Maskirovka 325 - Sailors and Spooks 386 - The Watchers 477 - Initial Observations 528 - Further Observations 619 - A Final Look 6410 - Remember, Remember 6911 - Order of Battle 7712 - Funeral Arrangements 8213. - The Strangers Arrive and Depart 8614 - Gas 9815 - The Bastion Gambit 10816 - Last Moves/First Moves 12117 - The Frisbees of Dreamland 12618 - Polar Glory 13419 - Journeys End/Journeys Begin 15120 - The Dance of the Vampires 16721 - Nordic Hammer 18822- Ripostes 20723 - Returns 218...　

　　This darkness troubles me. I yearn for the light.　　This silence is so deep. I long for voices, the drumming of rain, the whistle of wind, music.　　Why are you being so cruel to me? Let me see. Let me hear. Let me live. I beg of you.　　I am so lonely in this bottomless darkness.　　So lonely.　　Lost.　　You think I have no heart. But if I have no heart, what is this ache? What is this anguish? If I have no heart, what is it that threatens to break inside me?　　This darkness is haunted. I am afraid here. I am lost and afraid here.　　Have you no passion?　　I only wanted to be like you. To walk in the su　

On RevenuesOn Revenuesby XenophonTranslation by H. G. Dakyns1- Page 2-On RevenuesXenophon the Athenian was born 431 B.C. He was a pupil ofSocrates. He marched with the Spartans, and was exiled from Athens.Sparta gave him land and property in Scillus, where he lived for manyyears before having to move once more, to settle in Corinth. He died in...　

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