Letters of George Borrow to the British and Foreign Bible SocietyLETTER: February 10th, 1833To the Rev. J. JowettWILLOW LANE, ST. GILES, NORWICH,FEB. 10TH, 1833.REVD. AND DEAR SIR, - I have just received your communication, and notwithstanding it is Sunday morning, and the bells with their loud and clear voices are calling me to church, I have sat down to answer it by return of post. It is scarcely necessary for me to say that I was rejoiced to see the Chrestomathie Mandchou, which will be of no slight assistance in learning the Tartar dialect, on which ever since I left London I have
THE WHITE CATONCE upon a time there was a king who had three sons,who were all so clever and brave that he began to beafraid that they would want to reign over the kingdombefore he was dead. Now the King, though he felt thathe was growing old, did not at all wish to give up thegovernment of his kingdom while he could still manage itvery well, so he thought the best way to live in peacewould be to divert the minds of his sons by promiseswhich he could always get out of when the time came forkeeping them.So he sent for them all, and, after speaking to them...
An Anthology of Australian VerseEdited by Bertram StevensDedicated toDAVID SCOTT MITCHELL, Esq.SydneyPrefaceThe Editor has endeavoured to make this selection representativeof the best short poems written by Australians or inspired byAustralian scenery and conditions of life, "Australian" in this connectionbeing used to include New Zealand. The arrangement isas nearly as possible chronological; and the appendix containsbrief biographical particulars of the authors, together with noteswhich may be useful to readers outside Australia....
The Bridge-Buildersby Mark Twain [Samuel Clemens]The least that Findlayson, of the Public Works Department,expected was a C.I.E.; he dreamed of a C.S.I. Indeed, hisfriends told him that he deserved more. For three years he hadendured heat and cold, disappointment, discomfort, danger, anddisease, with responsibility almost to top-heavy for one pair ofshoulders; and day by day, through that time, the great KashiBridge over the Ganges had grown under his charge. Now, in lessthan three months, if all went well, his Excellency the Viceroy...
TO BE READ AT DUSKTO BE READ AT DUSKby Charles Dickens1- Page 2-TO BE READ AT DUSKOne, two, three, four, five. There were five of them.Five couriers, sitting on a bench outside the convent on the summit ofthe Great St. Bernard in Switzerland, looking at the remote heights,stained by the setting sun as if a mighty quantity of red wine had been...
CYRANO DE BERGERACCYRANO DEBERGERACA Play in Five ActsBy Edmond Rostand1- Page 2-CYRANO DE BERGERACThe CharactersCYRANO DE BERGERAC CHRISTIAN DE NEUVILLETTECOUNT DE GUICHE RAGUENEAU LE BRET CARBON DECASTEL-JALOUX THE CADETS LIGNIERE DE VALVERT AMARQUIS SECOND MARQUIS THIRD MARQUIS MONTFLEURY...
BruceBruceAlbert Payson Terhune1- Page 2-BruceWho are far wiser in their way and far better in every way, than I; andyet who have not the wisdom to know it Who do not merely think I amperfect, but who are calmly and permanently convinced of my perfection;--and this in spite of fifty disillusions a day Who are frantically happy atmy coming and bitterly woebegone in my absence Who never bore me and...
THE GREAT STONE FACEOne afternoon, when the sun was going down, a mother and herlittle boy sat at the door of their cottage, talking about theGreat Stone Face. They had but to lift their eyes, and there itwas plainly to be seen, though miles away, with the sunshinebrightening all its features.And what was the Great Stone Face?Embosomed amongst a family of lofty mountains, there was a valleyso spacious that it contained many thousand inhabitants. Some ofthese good people dwelt in log-huts, with the black forest allaround them, on the steep and difficult hill-sides. Others had...
The Diary of a Goose GirlThe Diary of a GooseGirlby Kate Douglas Wiggin1- Page 2-The Diary of a Goose GirlTHORNYCROFT FARM, nearBarbury Green, July 1, 190-.In alluding to myself as a Goose Girl, I am using only the most modestof my titles; for I am also a poultry-maid, a tender of Belgian hares andrabbits, and a shepherdess; but I particularly fancy the role of Goose Girl,...
Chapter XIX of Volume III (Chap. 61)HAPPY for all her maternal feelings was the day on which Mrs. Bennet got rid of her two most deserving daughters. With what delighted pride she afterwards visited Mrs. Bingley, and talked of Mrs. Darcy, may be guessed. I wish I could say, for the sake of her family, that the accomplishment of her earnest desire in the establishment of so many of her children produced so happy an effect as to make her a sensible, amiable, well-informed woman for the rest of her life; though perhaps it was lucky for her husband, who might not have relished domestic felicity i
THE AMAZING INTERLUDETHE AMAZINGINTERLUDEby Mary Roberts Rinehart- Page 2-THE AMAZING INTERLUDECHAPTER IThe stage on which we play our little dramas of life and love has formost of us but one setting. It is furnished out with approximately the samethings. Characters come, move about and make their final exits throughlong-familiar doors. And the back drop remains approximately the samefrom beginning to end. Palace or hovel, forest or sea, it is the background...
THE WATER-LILY. THE GOLD-SPINNERSONCE upon a time, in a large forest, there lived an oldwoman and three maidens. They were all three beautiful,but the youngest was the fairest. Their hut was quitehidden by trees, and none saw their beauty but the sunby day, and the moon by night, and the eyes of the stars.The old woman kept the girls hard at work, from morningtill night, spinning gold flax into yarn, and when onedistaff was empty another was given them, so they hadno rest. The thread had to be fine and even, and whendone was locked up in a secret chamber by the old woman,...
FAIRY TALES OF HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSENTHE SUNBEAM AND THE CAPTIVEby Hans Christian AndersenIT is autumn. We stand on the ramparts, and look out over the sea.We look at the numerous ships, and at the Swedish coast on theopposite side of the sound, rising far above the surface of the waterswhich mirror the glow of the evening sky. Behind us the wood issharply defined; mighty trees surround us, and the yellow leavesflutter down from the branches. Below, at the foot of the wall, standsa gloomy looking building enclosed in palisades. The space between...
KING HENRY THE FIFTHKING HENRY THEFIFTHWilliam Shakespeare15991- Page 2-KING HENRY THE FIFTHPROLOGUEEnter CHORUSCHORUS. O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend The brightestheaven of invention, A kingdom for a stage, princes to act, And monarchsto behold the swelling scene! Then should the warlike Harry, like himself,...
The Crime of Sylvestre BonnardThe Crime of SylvestreBonnardby Anatole France1- Page 2-The Crime of Sylvestre BonnardPart IThe LogDecember 24, 1849.I had put on my slippers and my dressing-gown. I wiped away a tearwith which the north wind blowing over the quay had obscured my vision.A bright fire was leaping in the chimney of my study. Ice-crystals, shaped...
INDIAN BOYHOOD BY OHIYESAINDIAN BOYHOOD BYOHIYESA(CHARLES A. EASTMAN)1- Page 2-INDIAN BOYHOOD BY OHIYESAI Earliest RecollectionsI: Hadakah, "The Pitiful Last"WHAT boy would not be an Indian for a while when he thinks of thefreest life in the world? This life was mine. Every day there was a realhunt. There was real game. Occasionally there was a medicine dance...