THE MAKE-BELIEVE MANTHE MAKE-BELIEVEMANBy Richard Harding Davis1- Page 2-THE MAKE-BELIEVE MANII had made up my mind that when my vacation came I would spend itseeking adventures. I have always wished for adventures, but, though Iam old enoughI was twenty-five last Octoberand have always gonehalf-way to meet them, adventures avoid me. Kinney says it is my fault....
The Lake Gunby James Fenimore CooperThe Seneca is remarkable for its "Wandering Jew," and the"Lake Gun." The first is a tree so balanced that when itsroots are clear of the bottom it floats with its broken andpointed trunk a few feet above the surface of the water,driving before the winds, or following in the course of thecurrents. At times, the "Wandering Jew" is seen offJefferson, near the head of this beautiful sheet; and next itwill appear anchored, as it might be, in the shallow waternear the outlet.{"Wandering Jew" = The medieval legend of Ahasueras,...
The Black Dwarfby Walter ScottCONTENTS.I. Tales of my Landlord- Introduction by "Jedediah Cleishbotham"II. Introduction to THE BLACK DWARFIII. Main text of THE BLACK DWARFI. TALES OF MY LANDLORDCOLLECTED AND REPORTED BY JEDEDIAH CLEISHBOTHAM,SCHOOLMASTER AND PARISH-CLERK OF GANDERCLEUGH.INTRODUCTION.As I may, without vanity, presume that the name and official description prefixed to this Proem will secure it, from the sedate and reflecting part of mankind, to whom only I would be understood to address myself, such attention as is due to the sedulous instructor of youth, and the careful
TIMOLEON411?-337 B.C.by Plutarchtranslated by John DrydenIT was for the sake of others that I first commenced writingbiographies; but I find myself proceeding and attaching myself to itfor my own; the virtues of these great men serving me as a sort oflooking-glass, in which I may see how to adjust and adorn my own life.Indeed, it can be compared to nothing but daily living and associatingtogether; we receive, as it were, in our inquiry, and entertain each...
God the Known and God the Unknownby Samuel ButlerPrefatory Note"GOD the Known and God the Unknown" first appeared in the form ofa series of articles which were published in "The Examiner" inMay, June, and July, 1879. Samuel Butler subsequently revisedthe text of his work, presumably with the intention ofrepublishing it, though he never carried the intention intoeffect. In the present edition I have followed his revisedversion almost without deviation. I have, however, retained afew passages which Butler proposed to omit, partly because they...
NEVER AGAINA protest and a warning addressed to the peoples of Europeby Edward CarpenterNever again must this Thing happen. The time has come if the humanrace does not wish to destroy itself in its own madness for mento make up their minds as to what they will do in the future; fornow indeed is it true that we are come to the cross-roads, we standat the Parting of the Ways.The rapid and enormous growth of scientific invention makes it obviousthat Violence ten times more potent and sinister than that whichwe are witnessing to-day may very shortly be available for our use or...
Greville Faneby Henry JamesComing in to dress for dinner, I found a telegram: "Mrs. Stormerdying; can you give us half a column for to-morrow evening? Let heroff easy, but not too easy." I was late; I was in a hurry; I hadvery little time to think, but at a venture I dispatched a reply:"Will do what I can." It was not till I had dressed and was rollingaway to dinner that, in the hansom, I bethought myself of thedifficulty of the condition attached. The difficulty was not ofcourse in letting her off easy but in qualifying that indulgence. "I...
"FREE SHIPS MAKE FREE GOODS"_To the U.S. Minister to France_(ROBERT R. LIVINGSTON)_Monticello, Sep. 9, 1801_DEAR SIR, You will receive, probably by this post, from theSecretary of State, his final instructions for your mission toFrance. We have not thought it necessary to say anything in them onthe great question of the maritime law of nations, which at presentagitates Europe; that is to say, whether free ships shall make freegoods; because we do not mean to take any side in it during the war....
The Letters of Robert Louis Stevenson, Volume IICHAPTER VIII - LIFE AT BOURNEMOUTH, CONTINUED, JANUARY 1886-JULY 1887Letter: TO MRS. DE MATTOS[SKERRYVORE, BOURNEMOUTH], JANUARY 1ST, 1886.DEAREST KATHARINE, - Here, on a very little book and accompaniedwith lame verses, I have put your name. Our kindness is nowgetting well on in years; it must be nearly of age; and it getsmore valuable to me with every time I see you. It is not possibleto express any sentiment, and it is not necessary to try, at least...
The Coming Raceby Edward Bulwer LyttonChapter I.I am a native of _____, in the United States of America. My ancestors migrated from England in the reign of Charles II.; and my grandfather was not undistinguished in the War of Independence. My family, therefore, enjoyed a somewhat high social position in right of birth; and being also opulent, they were considered disqualified for the public service. My father once ran for Congress, but was signally defeated by his tailor. After that event he interfered little in politics, and lived much in his library. I was the eldest of three sons, and
The Man Who Could Not Loseby Richard Harding DavisThe Carters had married in haste and refused to repent at leisure.So blindly were they in love, that they considered their marriagetheir greatest asset. The rest of the world, as represented bymutual friends, considered it the only thing that could be urgedagainst either of them. While single, each had been popular. As abachelor, young "Champ" Carter had filled his modest placeacceptably. Hostesses sought him for dinners and week-end parties,men of his own years, for golf and tennis, and young girls likedhim because when he talked to one of th
Second AprilEdna St. Vincent MillayTOMY BELOVED FRIENDCAROLINE B. DOWCONTENTSSPRING INLANDCITY TREES TO A POET THAT DIED YOUNGTHE BLUE-FLAG IN THE BOG WRAITHJOURNEY EBBEEL-GRASS ELAINEELEGY BEFORE DEATH BURIALTHE BEAN-STALK MARIPOSAWEEDS THE LITTLE HILLPASSER MORTUUS EST DOUBT NO MORE THAT OBERONPASTORAL LAMENT...
by Plutarchtranslated by John DrydenHAVING mentioned the most memorable actions of these great men, ifwe now compare the whole life of the one with that of the other, itwill not be easy to discern the difference between them, lost as it isamongst such a number of circumstances in which they resemble eachother. If, however, we examine them in detail, as we might somepiece of poetry, or some picture, we shall find this common to themboth, that they advanced themselves to great honour and dignity in thecommonwealth by no other means than their own virtue and industry. But...
Adventureby Jack LondonCHAPTER ISOMETHING TO BE DONEHe was a very sick white man. He rode pick-a-back on a woolly- headed, black-skinned savage, the lobes of whose ears had been pierced and stretched until one had torn out, while the other carried a circular block of carved wood three inches in diameter. The torn ear had been pierced again, but this time not so ambitiously, for the hole accommodated no more than a short clay pipe. The man-horse was greasy and dirty, and naked save for an exceedingly narrow and dirty loin-cloth; but the white man clung to him closely and desperately. At tim
The Flying U Ranchby B. M. BowerCONTENTSCHAPTERI. The Coming of a Native SonII. "When Greek Meets Greek"III. Bad NewsIV. Some HopesV. SheepVI. What Happened to AndyVII. Truth Crushed to Earth, etc.VIII. The Dot OutfitIX. More SheepX. The Happy Family Herd SheepXI. Weary UnburdensXII. Two of a KindXIII. The Happy Family Learn SomethingXIV. Happy JackXV. OlesonXVI. The End of the DotsXVII. Good NewsFLYING U RANCHCHAPTER I. The Coming of a Native Son...
THE HAUNTED HOTELA Mystery of Modern Veniceby Wilkie CollinsTHE FIRST PARTCHAPTER IIn the year 1860, the reputation of Doctor Wybrow as a Londonphysician reached its highest point. It was reported on goodauthority that he was in receipt of one of the largest incomesderived from the practice of medicine in modern times.One afternoon, towards the close of the London season, the Doctor...