Staccato Notes of a Vanished Summerby William Dean HowellsMonday afternoon the storm which had been beating up against thesoutheasterly wind nearly all day thickened, fold upon fold, in thenorthwest. The gale increased, and blackened the harbor and whitened theopen sea beyond, where sail after sail appeared round the reef ofWhaleback Light, and ran in a wild scamper for the safe anchorageswithin.Since noon cautious coasters of all sorts had been dropping in with acasual air; the coal schooners and barges had rocked and nodded knowinglyto one another, with their taper and truncated masts, on
Tanglewood Talesby Nathaniel HawthorneTHE WAYSIDE. INTRODUCTORY.A short time ago, I was favored with a flying visit from my young friend Eustace Bright, whom I had not before met with since quitting the breezy mountains of Berkshire. It being the winter vacation at his college, Eustace was allowing himself a little relaxation, in the hope, he told me, of repairing the inroads which severe application to study had made upon his health; and I was happy to conclude, from the excellent physical condition in which I saw him, that the remedy had already been attended with very desirable success. He
WHAT IS MAN?Ia. Man the Machine. b. Personal Merit[The Old Man and the Young Man had been conversing. The OldMan had asserted that the human being is merely a machine, andnothing more. The Young Man objected, and asked him to go intoparticulars and furnish his reasons for his position.]Old Man. What are the materials of which a steam-engine is made?Young Man. Iron, steel, brass, white-metal, and so on.O.M. Where are these found?Y.M. In the rocks.O.M. In a pure state?Y.M. Noin ores....
Red Eveby H. Rider HaggardDEDICATIONDitchingham,May 27, 1911.My dear Jehu:For five long but not unhappy years, seated or journeying side byside, we have striven as Royal Commissioners to find a meanswhereby our coasts may be protected from "the outrageous flowingsurges of the sea" (I quote the jurists of centuries ago), theidle swamps turned to fertility and the barren hills clothed withforest; also, with small success, how "foreshore" may be best...
Confessions of an English Opium-Eaterby Thomas De QuinceyBEING AN EXTRACT FROM THE LIFE OF A SCHOLAR. From the "London Magazine" for September 1821.TO THE READERI here present you, courteous reader, with the record of a remarkable period in my life: according to my application of it, I trust that it will prove not merely an interesting record, but in a considerable degree useful and instructive. In THAT hope it is that I have drawn it up; and THAT must be my apology for breaking through that delicate and honourable reserve which, for the most part, restrains us from the public exposure of o
FAIRY TALES OF HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSENTHE FLYING TRUNKby Hans Christian AndersenTHERE was once a merchant who was so rich that he could have pavedthe whole street with gold, and would even then have had enough fora small alley. But he did not do so; he knew the value of money betterthan to use it in this way. So clever was he, that every shilling heput out brought him a crown; and so he continued till he died. His soninherited his wealth, and he lived a merry life with it; he went to...
"THE SPIRIT OF 1776"_To Thomas Lomax__Monticello, Mar. 12, 1799_DEAR SIR, Your welcome favor of last month came to my handsin Philadelphia. So long a time has elapsed since we have beenseparated by events, that it was like a letter from the dead, andrecalled to my memory very dear recollections. My subsequent journeythrough life has offered nothing which, in comparison with those, isnot cheerless & dreary. It is a rich comfort sometimes to look backon them.I take the liberty of enclosing a letter to mr. Baylor, open,...
Sir Nigelby Sir Arthur Conan DoyleCONTENTI. THE HOUSE OF LORINGII. HOW THE DEVIL CAME TO WAVERLEYIII. THE YELLOW HORSE OF CROOKSBURYIV. HOW THE SUMMONER CAME TO THE MANOR HOUSE OF TILFORDV. HOW NIGEL WAS TRIED BY THE ABBOT OF WAVERLEYVI. IN WHICH LADY ERMYNTRUDE OPENS THE IRON COFFERVII. HOW NIGEL WENT MARKETING TO GUILFORDVIII. HOW THE KING HAWKED ON CROOKSBURY HEATHIX. HOW NIGEL HELD THE BRIDGE AT TILFORDX. HOW THE KING GREETED HIS SENESCHAL OF CALAISXI. IN THE HALL OF THE KNIGHT OF DUPLINXII. HOW NIGEL FOUGHT THE TWISTED MAN OF SHALFORD...
Three Ghost Storiesby Charles DickensContents:The Signal-ManThe Haunted-HouseThe Trial For MurderTHE SIGNAL-MAN"Halloa! Below there!"When he heard a voice thus calling to him, he was standing at thedoor of his box, with a flag in his hand, furled round its shortpole. One would have thought, considering the nature of the ground,that he could not have doubted from what quarter the voice came; butinstead of looking up to where I stood on the top of the steepcutting nearly over his head, he turned himself about, and looked...
1863UTILITARIANISMby John Stuart MillChapter 1General Remarks.THERE ARE few circumstances among those which make up the present condition of human knowledge, more unlike what might have been expected, or more significant of the backward state in which speculation on the most important subjects still lingers, than the little progress which has been made in the decision of the controversy respecting the criterion of right and wrong. From the dawn of philosophy, the question concerning the summum bonum, or, what is the same thing, concerning the foundation o
附：【本作品来自互联网,本人不做任何负责】内容版权归作者所有。1 Silas Marner，past and presentIn the early years of the nineteenth century，Strange-looking little men were often seen on the country roads，usually with a heavy bag on their shoulders．They were linen－weavers，taking the linen they had woven to the women in the villages．Unlike the strong，healthy country people，they were small and thin，with tired white faces，bent backs and round shoulders．They were often shortsighted too，because they had to look so closely at their work．To the villagers the weavers looked almost foreign，and quite frightening．Where did they come fro
A LETTER FROM CAPTAIN GULLIVER TO HIS COUSIN SYMPSON.WRITTEN IN THE YEAR 1727.I hope you will be ready to own publicly, whenever you shall becalled to it, that by your great and frequent urgency youprevailed on me to publish a very loose and uncorrect account ofmy travels, with directions to hire some young gentleman ofeither university to put them in order, and correct the style, asmy cousin Dampier did, by my advice, in his book called "A Voyageround the world." But I do not remember I gave you power toconsent that any thing should be omitted, and much less that any...
Erewhon (Revised Edition)by Samuel ButlerOR OVER THE RANGEPREFACE TO THE FIRST EDITIONThe Author wishes it to be understood that Erewhon is pronounced asa word of three syllables, all shortthus, E-re-whon.PREFACE TO SECOND EDITIONHaving been enabled by the kindness of the public to get through anunusually large edition of "Erewhon" in a very short time, I havetaken the opportunity of a second edition to make some necessarycorrections, and to add a few passages where it struck me that theywould be appropriately introduced; the passages are few, and it is...
The Wandering Jew, Volume 10By Eugene SueBOOK X.XXXIII. ConfessionsXXXIV. More ConfessionsXXXV. The RivalsXXXVI. The InterviewXXXVII. Soothing WordsXXXVIII. The Two CarriagesXXXIX. The AppointmentXL. AnxietyXLI. Adrienne and DjalmaXLII. "The Imitation"XLIII. PrayerXLIV. RemembrancesXLV. The BlockheadXLVI. The Anonymous LettersXLVII. The Golden CityXLVIII. The Stung LionXLIX. The TestCHAPTER XXXIII.CONFESSIONS.During the painful scene that we have just described, a lively emotion...
RAPUNZELONCE upon a time there lived a man and his wife who were veryunhappy because they had no children. These good peoplehad a little window at the back of their house, which looked intothe most lovely garden, full of all manner of beautiful flowers andvegetables; but the garden was surrounded by a high wall, and noone dared to enter it, for it belonged to a witch of great power, whowas feared by the whole world. One day the woman stood at thewindow overlooking the garden, and saw there a bed full of thefinest rampion: the leaves looked so fresh and green that she longed...
The Perils of Certain English Prisonersby Charles DickensCHAPTER ITHE ISLAND OF SILVER-STOREIt was in the year of our Lord one thousand seven hundred and forty-four, that I, Gill Davis to command, His Mark, having then thehonour to be a private in the Royal Marines, stood a-leaning overthe bulwarks of the armed sloop Christopher Columbus, in the SouthAmerican waters off the Mosquito shore.My lady remarks to me, before I go any further, that there is nosuch christian-name as Gill, and that her confident opinion is, that...