Former Inhabitants and Winter VisitorsI weathered some merry snow-storms, and spent some cheerfulwinter evenings by my fireside, while the snow whirled wildlywithout, and even the hooting of the owl was hushed. For many weeksI met no one in my walks but those who came occasionally to cut woodand sled it to the village. The elements, however, abetted me inmaking a path through the deepest snow in the woods, for when I hadonce gone through the wind blew the oak leaves into my tracks, wherethey lodged, and by absorbing the rays of the sun melted the snow,...　

A Critical Examination of "On The Origin of Species"by Thomas H. HuxleyIN the preceding five lectures I have endeavoured to give you an accountof those facts, and of those reasonings from facts, which form the dataupon which all theories regarding the causes of the phenomena oforganic nature must be based. And, although I have had frequentoccasion to quote Mr. Darwinas all persons hereafter, in speaking uponthese subjects, will have occasion to quote his famous book on the"Origin of Species,"you must yet remember that, wherever I havequoted him, it has not been upon theoretical points, or fo　

　Saturday night, Coconut Grove.　It was the usual scene: thousands of people, not one of whom a normal person would call normal.　There were the European tourists, getting off their big fume-belching buses, wearing their new jeans and their Hard Rock Cafe T-shirts, which they bought when their charter bus stopped in Orlando. They moved in chattering clots, following their flag-waving tour directors, lining up outside Planet Hollywood, checking out the wall where famous movie stars had made impressions of their hands in the cement squares, taking videos of each other putting their palms in the e　

The Secret Places of the Heartby H. G. Wells1922CONTENTSChapter1. THE CONSULTATION2. LADY HARDY3. THE DEPARTURE4. AT MAIDENHEAD5. IN THE LAND OF THE FORGOTTEN PEOPLES6. THE ENCOUNTER AT STONEHENGE7. COMPANIONSHIP8. FULL MOON9. THE LAST DAYS OF SIR RICHMOND HARDYTHE SECRET PLACES OF THE HEARTCHAPTER THE FIRSTSection 1The maid was a young woman of great natural calmness; she was accustomed to let in visitors who had this air of being annoyed and finding one umbrella too numerous for them. It mattered nothing to her that the gentleman was asking for Dr. Martineau as if he was asking for somethin　

Lucileby Owen Meredith"Why, let the stricken deer go weep.The hart ungalled play:For some must watch, while some must sleep;Thus runs the world away."Hamlet.DEDICATION.TO MY FATHER.I dedicate to you a work, which is submitted to the public with a diffidence and hesitation proportioned to the novelty of the effort it represents. For in this poem I have abandoned those forms of verse with which I had most familiarized my thoughts, and have endeavored to follow a path on which I could discover no footprints before me, either to guide or to warn....　

The Muse of the Departmentby Honore de BalzacTranslated by James WaringDEDICATIONTo Monsieur le Comte Ferdinand de Gramont.MY DEAR FERDINAND,If the chances of the world of literature/habent sua fata libelli/should allow these lines to be anenduring record, that will still be but a trifle in return for thetrouble you have takenyou, the Hozier, the Cherin, the King-at-Arms of these Studies of Life; you, to whom the Navarreins,Cadignans, Langeais, Blamont-Chauvrys, Chaulieus, Arthez,Esgrignons, Mortsaufs, Valoisthe hundred great names that form...　

Chapter XIV of Volume II (Chap. 37)THE two gentlemen left Rosings the next morning; and Mr. Collins having been in waiting near the lodges, to make them his parting obeisance, was able to bring home the pleasing intelligence of their appearing in very good health, and in as tolerable spirits as could be expected, after the melancholy scene so lately gone through at Rosings. To Rosings he then hastened to console Lady Catherine and her daughter; and on his return brought back, with great satisfaction, a message from her ladyship, importing that she felt herself so dull as to make her very desi　

WYOMING:A STORY OF THE OUTDOOR WESTWYOMINGA STORY OF THE OUTDOOR WESTWilliam MacLeod Raine1- Page 2-WYOMING:A STORY OF THE OUTDOOR WESTCHAPTER 1. A DESERTMEETINGAn automobile shot out from a gash in the hills and slipped swiftlydown to the butte. Here it came to a halt on the white, dusty road, while itsoccupant gazed with eager, unsated eyes on the great panorama that...　

Of The Nature of Thingsby Lucretius [Titus Lucretius Carus]Translated by William Ellery LeonardBOOK IPROEMMother of Rome, delight of Gods and men,Dear Venus that beneath the gliding starsMakest to teem the many-voyaged mainAnd fruitful lands- for all of living thingsThrough thee alone are evermore conceived,Through thee are risen to visit the great sun-Before thee, Goddess, and thy coming on,Flee stormy wind and massy cloud away,For thee the daedal Earth bears scented flowers,For thee waters of the unvexed deepSmile, and the hollows of the serene sky...　

The Adventure of Wisteria LodgeThe Adventure ofWisteria LodgeArthur Conan Doyle1- Page 2-The Adventure of Wisteria Lodge1. The Singular Experience of Mr.John Scott EcclesI find it recorded in my notebook that it was a bleak and windy daytowards the end of March in the year 1892. Holmes had received atelegram while we sat at our lunch, and he had scribbled a reply. He made...　

DEDICATION OF PART IITO THE COUNT OF LEMOS:THESE days past, when sending Your Excellency my plays, that hadappeared in print before being shown on the stage, I said, if Iremember well, that Don Quixote was putting on his spurs to go andrender homage to Your Excellency. Now I say that "with his spurs, heis on his way." Should he reach destination methinks I shall haverendered some service to Your Excellency, as from many parts I amurged to send him off, so as to dispel the loathing and disgust causedby another Don Quixote who, under the name of Second Part, has run...　

Thomas L FriedmanTo Matt and Kay and to RonContentsHow the World Became FlatOne: While I Was Sleeping / 3Two: The Ten Forces That Flattened the World / 48Flattener#l. 11/9/89Flattener #2. 8/9/95Flattener #3. Work Flow SoftwareFlattener #4. Open-SourcingFlattener #5. OutsourcingFlattener #6. OffshoringFlattener #7. Supply-ChainingFlattener #8. InsourcingFlattener #9. In-formingFlattener #10.The Steroids Three: The Triple Convergence / 173Four: The Great Sorting Out / 201America and the Flat WorldFive: America and Free Trade / 225...　

The Diary of an Old SoulThe Diary of an Old Soulby George MacDonald1- Page 2-The Diary of an Old SoulDEDICATIONSweet friends, receive my offering. You will find Against each wordedpage a white page set: This is the mirror of each friendly mindReflecting that. In this book we are met. Make it, dear hearts, of worth toyou indeed: Let your white page be ground, my print be seed, Growing...　

Green Mansions A Romance of the Tropical Forestby W. H. HudsonFOREWORDI take up pen for this foreword with the fear of one who knows that he cannot do justice to his subject, and the trembling of one who would not, for a good deal, set down words unpleasing to the eye of him who wrote Green Mansions, The Purple Land, and all those other books which have meant so much to me. For of all living authorsnow that Tolstoi has gone I could least dispense with W. H. Hudson. Why do I love his writing so? I think because he is, of living writers that I read, the rarest spirit, and has the clearest gi　

RECORDS OF A FAMILY OF ENGINEERSRECORDS OF AFAMILY OF ENGINEERSROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON1- Page 2-RECORDS OF A FAMILY OF ENGINEERSINTRODUCTIONTHE SURNAME OF STEVENSONFROM the thirteenth century onwards, the name, under the variousdisguises of Stevinstoun, Stevensoun, Stevensonne, Stenesone, andStewinsoune, spread across Scotland from the mouth of the Firth of Forth...　

The Cruise of the DolphinThe Cruise of theDolphinby Thomas Bailey Aldrich1- Page 2-The Cruise of the Dolphin(1 An episode from The Story of a Bad Boy, the narrator being TomBailey, the hero of the tale.)Every Rivermouth boy looks upon the sea as being in some waymixed up with his destiny. While he is yet a baby lying in his cradle, hehears the dull, far-off boom of the breakers; when he is older, he wanders...