CAIUS MARIUS155?-86 B.C.by Plutarchtranslated by John DrydenWE are altogether ignorant of any third name of Caius Marius; asalso of Quintus Sertorius, that possessed himself of Spain or ofLucius Mummius that destroyed Corinth, though this last was surnamedAchaicus from his conquests, as Scipio was called Africanus, andMetellus, Macedonicus. Hence Posidonius draws his chief argument toconfute those that hold the third to be the Roman proper name, as...　

RECOLLECTIONS OF THE PRIVATE LIFE OF NAPOLEON, V7BY CONSTANTPREMIER VALET DE CHAMBRETRANSLATED BY WALTER CLARKCONTENTS:CHAPTER XIII. to CHAPTER XXI.CHAPTER XIII.His Majesty remained only ten days at Saint-Cloud, passed two or three ofthese in Paris at the opening of the session of the Corps Legislatif, andat noon on the 29th set out a second time for Bayonne.The Empress, who to her great chagrin could not accompany the Emperor,sent for me on the morning of his departure, and renewed in most touchingaccents the same recommendations which she made on all his journeys, for...　

The Rhythm of Life and Other EssaysThe Rhythm of Life andOther Essays1- Page 2-The Rhythm of Life and Other EssaysTHE RHYTHM OF LIFEIf life is not always poetical, it is at least metrical. Periodicity rulesover the mental experience of man, according to the path of the orbit of histhoughts. Distances are not gauged, ellipses not measured, velocities notascertained, times not known. Nevertheless, the recurrence is sure. What...　

THUVIA, MAID OF MARSTHUVIA, MAID OFMARS1- Page 2-THUVIA, MAID OF MARSCHAPTER ICARTHORIS AND THUVIAUpon a massive bench of polished ersite beneath the gorgeousblooms of a giant pimalia a woman sat. Her shapely, sandalled foot tappedimpatiently upon the jewel-strewn walk that wound beneath the statelysorapus trees across the scarlet sward of the royal gardens of Thuvan Dihn,...　

Vera, The Mediumby Richard Harding DavisPart IHappy in the hope that the news was "exclusive", the Despatchhad thrown the name of Stephen Hallowell, his portrait, apicture of his house, and the words, "At Point of Death!" acrossthree columns. The announcement was heavy, lachrymose, bristlingwith the melancholy self-importance of the man who "saw thedeceased, just two minutes before the train hit him."But the effect of the news fell short of the effort. Save thatcity editors were irritated that the presidents of certainrailroads figured hastily on slips of paper, the fact that an...　

The Chateau of Prince Polignacby Anthony TrollopeFew Englishmen or Englishwomen are intimately acquainted with thelittle town of Le Puy. It is the capital of the old province of LeVelay, which also is now but little known, even to French ears, forit is in these days called by the imperial name of the Department ofthe Haute Loire. It is to the south-east of Auvergne, and is nearlyin the centre of the southern half of France.But few towns, merely as towns, can be better worth visiting. Inthe first place, the volcanic formation of the ground on which it...　

The Magic Skinby Honore de BalzacTranslated by Ellen MarriageTo Monsieur Savary, Member of Le Academie des Sciences.ITHE TALISMANTowards the end of the month of October 1829 a young man entered thePalais-Royal just as the gaming-houses opened, agreeably to the lawwhich protects a passion by its very nature easily excisable. Hemounted the staircase of one of the gambling hells distinguished bythe number 36, without too much deliberation."Your hat, sir, if you please?" a thin, querulous voice called out. A...　

IONby Platotranslated by Benjamin JowettIONPERSONS OF THE DIALOGUE: SOCRATES; IONSocrates. Welcome, Ion. Are you from your native city of Ephesus?Ion. No, Socrates; but from Epidaurus, where I attended the festivalof Asclepius.Soc. And do the Epidaurians have contests of rhapsodes at thefestival?Ion. O yes; and of all sorts of musical performers.Soc. And were you one of the competitors- and did you succeed?Ion. I obtained the first prize of all, Socrates....　

TWICE-TOLD TALESETHAN BRANDA CHAPTER FROM AN ABORTIVE ROMANCEby Nathaniel HawthorneBARTRAM THE LIME-BURNER, a rough, heavy-looking man, begrimedwith charcoal, sat watching his kiln, at nightfall, while his littleson played at building houses with the scattered fragments ofmarble, when, on the hill-side below them, they heard a roar oflaughter, not mirthful, but slow, and even solemn, like a wind shakingthe boughs of the forest."Father, what is that?" asked the little boy, leaving his play, and...　

Black RockA TALE OF THE SELKIRKSby Ralph ConnorINTRODUCTIONI think I have met "Ralph Conner." Indeed, I am sure I haveoncein a canoe on the Red River, once on the Assinaboine, and twice orthrice on the prairies to the West. That was not the name he gaveme, but, if I am right, it covers one of the most honest and genialof the strong characters that are fighting the devil and doing goodwork for men all over the world. He has seen with his own eyes thelife which he describes in this book, and has himself, for someyears of hard and lonely toil, assisted in the good influences which...　

My Buried Treasureby Richard Harding DavisThis is a true story of a search for buried treasure. The onlypart that is not true is the name of the man with whom I searchedfor the treasure. Unless I keep his name out of it he will not letme write the story, and, as it was his expedition and as my shareof the treasure is only what I can make by writing the story, Imust write as he dictates. I think the story should be told,because our experience was unique, and might be of benefit toothers. And, besides, I need the money.There is, however, no agreement preventing me from describing him...　

The Man From Glengarryby Ralph ConnorA TALE OF THE OTTAWADEDICATIONTO THE MEN OF GLENGARRY WHO IN PATIENCE, IN COURAGE AND IN THE FEAROF GOD ARE HELPING TO BUILD THE EMPIRE OF THE CANADIAN WEST THISBOOK IS HUMBLY DEDICATEDPREFACEThe solid forests of Glengarry have vanished, and with the foreststhe men who conquered them. The manner of life and the type ofcharacter to be seen in those early days have gone too, andforever. It is part of the purpose of this book to so picturethese men and their times that they may not drop quite out of mind....　

The Consulby Richard Harding DavisFor over forty years, in one part of the world or another, old manMarshall had, served his country as a United States consul. He hadbeen appointed by Lincoln. For a quarter of a century that fact washis distinction. It was now his epitaph. But in former years, aseach new administration succeeded the old, it had again and againsaved his official head. When victorious and voraciousplace-hunters, searching the map of the world for spoils, dug outhis hiding-place and demanded his consular sign as a reward for ayounger and more aggressive party worker, the ghost o　

ONE BASKETONE BASKETTHIRTY-ONE SHORT STORIESEDNA FERBER1- Page 2-ONE BASKETThe Woman Who Tried to Be Good[1913]Before she tried to be a good woman she had been a very badwomanso bad that she could trail her wonderful apparel up and downMain Street, from the Elm Tree Bakery to the railroad tracks, without once...　

THE HAZEL-NUT CHILD [29][29] From the Bukowniaer. Van Wliolocki.There was once upon a time a couple who had no children, and theyprayed Heaven every day to send them a child, though it were nobigger than a hazel-nut. At last Heaven heard their prayer andsent them a child exactly the size of a hazel-nut, and it nevergrew an inch. The parents were very devoted to the littlecreature, and nursed and tended it carefully. Their tiny son toowas as clever as he could be, and so sharp and sensible that allthe neighbours marvelled over the wise things he said and did....　

THE FLYING SHIP[24][24] From the Russian.Once upon a time there lived an old couple who had three sons;the two elder were clever, but the third was a regular dunce.The clever sons were very fond of their mother, gave her goodclothes, and always spoke pleasantly to her; but the youngest wasalways getting in her way, and she had no patience with him.Now, one day it was announced in the village that the King hadissued a decree, offering his daughter, the Princess, in marriageto whoever should build a ship that could fly. Immediately thetwo elder brothers determined to try their luck, and asked