THE CHILD WHO CAME FROM AN EGGOnce upon a time there lived a queen whose heart was sore becauseshe had no children. She was sad enough when her husband was athome with her, but when he was away she would see nobody, but satand wept all day long.Now it happened that a war broke out with the king of aneighbouring country, and the queen was left in the palace alone.She was so unhappy that she felt as if the walls would stifleher, so she wandered out into the garden, and threw herself downon a grassy bank, under the shade of a lime tree. She had beenthere for some time, when a rustle among the
FEMALE EDUCATION_To Nathaniel Burwell__Monticello, March 14, 1818_DEAR SIR, Your letter of February 17th found me sufferingunder an attack of rheumatism, which has but now left me atsufficient ease to attend to the letters I have received. A plan offemale education has never been a subject of systematic contemplationwith me. It has occupied my attention so far only as the educationof my own daughters occasionally required. Considering that theywould be placed in a country situation, where little aid could be...
FAIRY TALES OF HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSENTHE BEETLE WHO WENT ON HIS TRAVELSby Hans Christian AndersenTHERE was once an Emperor who had a horse shod with gold. He had agolden shoe on each foot, and why was this? He was a beautifulcreature, with slender legs, bright, intelligent eyes, and a mane thathung down over his neck like a veil. He had carried his master throughfire and smoke in the battle-field, with the bullets whistling roundhim; he had kicked and bitten, and taken part in the fight, when the...
The Miscellaneous Writings and Speeches-Volume IIIby Lord MacaulayCONTRIBUTIONS TO THE ENCYCLOPAEDIA BRITANNICAANDMISCELLANEOUS POEMS, INSCRIPTIONS, ETC.CONTENTS.CONTRIBUTIONS TO THE ENCYCLOPAEDIA BRITANNICA.Francis Atterbury. (December 1853)John Bunyan. (May 1854)Oliver Goldsmith. (February 1856)Samuel Johnson. (December 1856)William Pitt. (January 1859)MISCELLANEOUS POEMS, INSCRIPTIONS, ETC.Epitaph on Henry Martyn. (1812)Lines to the Memory of Pitt. (1813)A Radical War Song. (1820)The Battle of Moncontour. (1824)The Battle of Naseby, by Obadiah Bind-their-kings-in-chains-and-...
1872FAIRY TALES OF HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSENTHE STORKSby Hans Christian AndersenON the last house in a little village the storks had built a nest,and the mother stork sat in it with her four young ones, who stretchedout their necks and pointed their black beaks, which had not yetturned red like those of the parent birds. A little way off, on theedge of the roof, stood the father stork, quite upright and stiff; notliking to be quite idle, he drew up one leg, and stood on the other,so still that it seemed almost as if he were carved in wood. "Itmust look very grand," thought he, "for my wife to h
NICIAS?-413 B.C.by Plutarchtranslated by John DrydenCRASSUS, in my opinion, may most properly be set against Nicias, andthe Parthian disaster compared with that in Sicily. But here it willbe well for me to entreat the reader, in all courtesy, not to thinkthat I contend with Thucydides in matters so pathetically, vividly,and eloquently, beyond all imitation, and even beyond himself,expressed by him; nor to believe me guilty of the like folly with...
THE WAYS OF MENTHE WAYS OF MENEliot Gregory1- Page 2-THE WAYS OF MENCHAPTER 1 - "UNCLE SAM"THE gentleman who graced the gubernatorial arm-chair of our statewhen this century was born happened to be an admirer of classic lore andthe sonorous names of antiquity.It is owing to his weakness in bestowing pompous cognomens on ourembryo towns and villages that to-day names like Utica, Syracuse, and...
Letters of George Borrow to the British and Foreign Bible SocietyLETTER: February 10th, 1833To the Rev. J. JowettWILLOW LANE, ST. GILES, NORWICH,FEB. 10TH, 1833.REVD. AND DEAR SIR, - I have just received your communication, and notwithstanding it is Sunday morning, and the bells with their loud and clear voices are calling me to church, I have sat down to answer it by return of post. It is scarcely necessary for me to say that I was rejoiced to see the Chrestomathie Mandchou, which will be of no slight assistance in learning the Tartar dialect, on which ever since I left London I have
The Research Magnificentby H. G. WellsCONTENTSTHE PRELUDEON FEAR AND ARISTOCRACYTHE STORYI. THE BOY GROWS UPII. THE YOUNG MAN ABOUT TOWNIII. AMANDAIV. THE SPIRITED HONEYMOONV. THE ASSIZE OF JEALOUSYVI. THE NEW HAROUN AL RASCHIDTHE RESEARCH MAGNIFICENTTHE PRELUDEON FEAR AND ARISTOCRACY1 The story of William Porphyry Benham is the story of a man who was led into adventure by an idea. It was an idea that took possession of his imagination quite early in life, it grew with him and changed with him, it interwove at last completely with his being. His story is its story. It was traceably g
Chapter X of Volume III (Chap. 52)ELIZABETH had the satisfaction of receiving an answer to her letter as soon as she possibly could. She was no sooner in possession of it than, hurrying into the little copse, where she was least likely to be interrupted, she sat down on one of the benches and prepared to be happy; for the length of the letter convinced her that it did not contain a denial.``Gracechurch-street, Sept. 6.MY DEAR NIECE,I have just received your letter, and shall devote this whole morning to answering it, as I foresee that a little writing will not comprise what I have to tell you
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
THE MIRROR OF KONG HOTHE MIRROR OFKONG HOBY ERNEST BRAMAH1- Page 2-THE MIRROR OF KONG HOA lively and amusing collection of letters on western living written byKong Ho, a Chinese gentleman. These addressed to his homeland, refer tothe Westerners in London as barbarians and many of the aids to life in oursociety give Kong Ho endless food for thought. These are things such asthe motor car and the piano; unknown in China at this time....
Tarzan and the Jewels of Oparby Edgar Rice BurroughsContentsCHAPTER PAGE1 Belgian and Arab2 On the Road to Opar3 The Call of the Jungle4 Prophecy and Fulfillment5 The Altar of the Flaming God6 The Arab Raid7 The Jewel-Room of Opar8 The Escape from Opar9 The Theft of the Jewels10 Achmet Zek Sees the Jewels11 Tarzan Becomes a Beast Again12 La Seeks Vengeance13 Condemned to Torture and Death...
When the World ShookBeing an Account of the Great Adventureof Bastin, Bickley and Arbuthnotby H. Rider HaggardDEDICATIONDitchingham, 1918.MY DEAR CURZON,More than thirty years ago you tried to protect me, then astranger to you, from one of the falsest and most malignantaccusations ever made against a writer.So complete was your exposure of the methods of those at workto blacken a person whom they knew to be innocent, that, as youwill remember, they refused to publish your analysis whichdestroyed their charges and, incidentally, revealed their...
God The Invisible Kingby H. G. Wells [Herbert George Wells]CONTENTSPREFACE1. THE COSMOGONY OF MODERN RELIGION2. HERESIES; OR THE THINGS THAT GOD IS NOT3. THE LIKENESS OF GOD4. THE RELIGION OF ATHEISTS5. THE INVISIBLE KING6. MODERN IDEAS OF SIN AND DAMNATION7. THE IDEA OF A CHURCHTHE ENVOYPREFACEThis book sets out as forcibly and exactly as possible the religious belief of the writer. That belief is not orthodox Christianity; it is not, indeed, Christianity at all; its core nevertheless is a profound belief in a personal and intimate God. There is nothing in its statements that n
FAIRY TALES OF HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSENWHAT THE MOON SAWby Hans Christian AndersenINTRODUCTIONINTRODUCTIONIT is a strange thing, when I feel most fervently and most deeply,my hands and my tongue seem alike tied, so that I cannot rightlydescribe or accurately portray the thoughts that are rising within me;and yet I am a painter; my eye tells me as much as that, and all myfriends who have seen my sketches and fancies say the same.I am a poor lad, and live in one of the narrowest of lanes; but...