THE SKETCH BOOKTHE STAGE COACHby Washington IrvingOmne beneSine poenaTempus est ludendi.Venit horaAbsque moraLibros deponendi.OLD HOLIDAY SCHOOL SONG.IN THE preceding paper I have made some general observations onthe Christmas festivities of England, and am tempted to illustratethem by some anecdotes of a Christmas passed in the country; in...
The National System of Political Economyby Friedrich Listtranslated by Sampson S. Lloyd, 1885First Book: The HistoryChapter 1The ItaliansAt the revival of civilisation in Europe, no county was in sofavourable a position as Italy in respect to commerce and industry.Barbarism had not been able entirely to eradicate the culture andcivilisation of ancient Rome. A genial climate and a fertile soil,notwithstanding an unskilful system of cultivation, yielded...
Lectures XIV and XVTHE VALUE OF SAINTLINESSWe have now passed in review the more important of the phenomenawhich are regarded as fruits of genuine religion andcharacteristics of men who are devout. Today we have to changeour attitude from that of description to that of appreciation; wehave to ask whether the fruits in question can help us to judgethe absolute value of what religion adds to human life. Were Ito parody Kant, I should say that a "Critique of pureSaintliness" must be our theme....
The Virgin of the SunBy H. Rider HaggardDEDICATIONMy Dear Little,Some five-and-thirty years ago it was our custom to discuss manymatters, among them, I think, the history and romance of thevanished Empires of Central America.In memory of those far-off days will you accept a tale that dealswith one of them, that of the marvellous Incas of Peru; with thelegend also that, long before the Spanish Conquerors entered ontheir mission of robbery and ruin, there in that undiscovered landlived and died a White God risen from the sea?...
The Heritage of the Siouxby B.M. BowerI WHEN GREEN GRASS COMESII THE DAUGHTER OF A CHIEFIII TO THE VICTORS THE SPOILSIV LOVE WORDS FOR ANNIEV FOR THE GOOD OF THE COMPANYVI "I GO WHERE WAGALEXA CONKA SAY"VII ADVENTURE COMES SMILINGVIII THE SONG OF THE OMAHAIX RIDERS IN THE BACKGROUNDX DEPUTIES ALLXI ALL THIS WAR-TALK ABOUT INJUNSXII THE WILD-GOOSE CHASEXIII SET AFOOTXIV ONE PUT OVER ON THE BUNCHXV "NOW, DANG IT, RIDE!"XVI ANNIE-MANY-PONIES WAITSXVII APPLEHEAD SHOWS THE STUFF HE IS MADE OF...
The Mirror of the Seaby Joseph ConradContents:I. Landfalls and DeparturesIV. Emblems of HopeVII. The Fine ArtX. Cobwebs and GossamerXIII. The Weight of the BurdenXVI. Overdue and MissingXX. The Grip of the LandXXII. The Character of the FoeXXV. Rules of East and WestXXX. The Faithful RiverXXXIII. In CaptivityXXXV. InitiationXXXVII. The Nursery of the CraftXL. The TremolinoXLVI. The Heroic Age...
It was humid inside the small laboratory in spite of the window which was open contrary to all regulations. Outside the sun shone and, but for the absence of foliage on the trees surrounding the squat grey stone buildings which prised the Midlands Biological Research Centre, one would have been forgiven for assuming that summer had already begun. Small birds twittered incessantly as they busied themselves searching for twigs and dry grass with .which to plete the building of their nests. Rooks circled and cawed noisily above a line of tall elms. Another cycle of life had begun. ...
OWL POSTHarry Potter was a highly unusual boy in many ways. For one thing, he hated the summer holidays more than any other time of year. For another, he really wanted to do his homework but was forced to do it in secret, in the dead of night. And he also happened to be a wizard.It was nearly midnight, and he was lying on his stomach in bed, the blankets drawn right over his head like a tent, a flashlight in one hand and a large leather-bound book (A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot) propped open against the pillow. Harry moved the tip of his eagle-feather quill down the page, frowning
The Dustby David Graham PhillipsThe Grain of DustA NOVELBYDAVID GRAHAM PHILLIPSTHE GRAIN OF DUSTIINTO the offices of Lockyer, Sanders, Benchley, Lockyer & Norman, corporation lawyers, there drifted on a December afternoon a girl in search of work at stenography and typewriting. The firm was about the most important and most famousradical orators often said infamousin New York. The girl seemed, at a glance, about as unimportant and obscure an atom as the city hid in its vast ferment. She was blondetawny hair, fair skin, blue eyes. Aside from this hardly conclusive mark of identity there wa
The Works of Edgar Allan PoeVolume 5 of the Raven EditionIN FIVE VOLUMESContentsPhilosophy of FurnitureA Tale of JerusalemThe SphinxHop FrogThe Man of the CrowdNever Bet the Devill Your HeadThou Art the ManWhy the Little Frenchman Wears his Hand in a SlingBon-BonSome words with a MummyThe Poetic PrincipleOld English PoetryPOEMSDedicationPrefacePoems of Later LifeThe RavenThe BellsUlalumeTo HelenAnnabel LeeA ValentineAn EnigmaTo my MotherFor AnnieTo FTo Frances S. OsgoodEldoradoEulalieA Dream within a Dream...
Free Trade or, The Meanes To Make Trade Florish. Wherein, TheCauses of the Decay of Trade in this Kingdome, are discovered:And the Remedies also to remoove the same, are represented.Propertius, nauita de ventis, de tauris narrat arator: Enumeratmiles vulnera, pastor oues.London, Printed by John Legatt, for Simon Waterson, dwelling inPaules Church-yard at the Signe of the Crowne. 1622by Edward MisseldonTo the Prince. SirYour Highnes is no lesse Happy to bee the Sonne of so great aKing, then to be the Heire apparent of so many Kingdomes. In the...
Bruceby Albert Payson TerhuneTO MY TEN BEST FRIENDS:Who are far wiser in their way and far better in every way, thanI; and yet who have not the wisdom to know itWho do not merely think I am perfect, but who are calmly andpermanently convinced of my perfection;and this in spite offifty disillusions a dayWho are frantically happy at my coming and bitterly woebegone inmy absenceWho never bore me and never are bored by meWho never talk about themselves and who always listen withrapturous interest to anything I may say...
The Light Princessby George MacDonald1. What! No Children?Once upon a time, so long ago that I have quite forgotten the date,there lived a king and queen who had no children.And the king said to himself, "All the queens of my acquaintancehave children, some three, some seven, and some as many as twelve;and my queen has not one. I feel ill-used." So he made up his mindto be cross with his wife about it. But she bore it all like a goodpatient queen as she was. Then the king grew very cross indeed. Butthe queen pretended to take it all as a joke, and a very good one...
The Mansionby Henry van DykeThere was an air of calm and reserved opulence aboutthe Weightman mansion that spoke not of money squandered,but of wealth prudently applied. Standing on a corner ofthe Avenue no longer fashionable for residence, it looked uponthe swelling tide of business with an expression of complacencyand half-disdain.The house was not beautiful. There was nothing in its straightfront ofchocolate-colored stone, its heavy cornices, its broad, staringwindows ofplate glass, its carved and bronze-bedecked mahogany doors at the...
The Illustrious Princeby E. Phillips OppenheimCONTENTSI Mr. Hamilton Fynes, UrgentII The End of the JourneyIII An Incident and an AccidentIV Miss Penelope MorseV An Affair of StateVI Mr. Coulson InterviewedVII A Fatal DespatchVIII An Interrupted Theatre PartyIX Inspector Jacks ScoresX Mr. Coulson OutmatchedXI A CommissionXII Penelope IntervenesXIII East and WestXIV An EngagementXV Penelope ExplainsXVI Concerning Prince MaiyoXVII A Gay Night in ParisXVIII Mr. Coulson is IndiscreetXIX A Momentous QuestionXX The Answer...
Joan of Naples1343-1382By ALEXANDER DUMAS, PERECHAPTER IIn the night of the 15th of January 1343, while the inhabitants of Naples lay wrapped in peaceful slumber, they were suddenly awakened by the bells of the three hundred churches that this thrice blessed capital contains. In the midst of the disturbance caused by so rude a call the first bought in the mind of all was that the town was on fire, or that the army of some enemy had mysteriously landed under cover of night and could put the citizens to the edge of the sword. But the doleful, intermittent sounds of all these fills, which distu