Table of ContentsCHARLES DICKENS (1812-70)The Haunted HouseNo. I Branch Line: The Signal ManBULWER-LYTTON (1803-73)The Haunted and the Haunters; or, The House and the BrainThe IncantationTHOMAS DE QUINCEY (1785-1859)The AvengerCHARLES ROBERT MATURIN (1782-1824)Melmoth the WandererLAURENCE STERNE (1713-68)A Mystery with a MoralWILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY (1811-63)On Being Found OutThe Notch on the AxANONYMOUSBourgonefThe Closed CabinetTHE HAUNTED HOUSEIN TWO CHAPTERSTHE MORTALS IN THE HOUSE...　

Donal Grantby George MacDonaldCHAPTER I.FOOT-FARING.It was a lovely morning in the first of summer. Donal Grant wasdescending a path on a hillside to the valley belowa sheep-trackof which he knew every winding as well as any boy his half-mile toand from school. But he had never before gone down the hill withthe feeling that he was not about to go up again. He was on his wayto pastures very new, and in the distance only negatively inviting.But his heart was too full to be troublednor was his a heart toharbour a care, the next thing to an evil spirit, though not quite...　

The Surprising Adventures of Baron MunchausenBy Rudolph Erich RaspeINTRODUCTIONIt is a curious fact that of that class of literature to which Munchausen belongs, that namely of /Voyages Imaginaires/, the three great types should have all been created in England. Utopia, Robinson Crusoe, and Gulliver, illustrating respectively the philosophical, the edifying, and the satirical type of fictitious travel, were all written in England, and at the end of the eighteenth century a fourth type, the fantastically mendacious, was evolved in this country. Of this type Munchausen was the modern original, 　

The Sorrows of Young Wertherby J.W. von GoetheTranslated by Thomas Carlyle and R.D. BoylanPREFACEI have carefully collected whatever I have been able to learn ofthe story of poor Werther, and here present it to you, knowingthat you will thank me for it. To his spirit and character youcannot refuse your admiration and love: to his fate you will notdeny your tears.And thou, good soul, who sufferest the same distress as he enduredonce, draw comfort from his sorrows; and let this little book bethy friend, if, owing to fortune or through thine own fault, thou...　

THE BIRTHMARKIn the latter part of the last century there lived a man ofscience, an eminent proficient in every branch of naturalphilosophy, who not long before our story opens had madeexperience of a spiritual affinity more attractive than anychemical one. He had left his laboratory to the care of anassistant, cleared his fine countenance from the furnace smoke,washed the stain of acids from his fingers, and persuaded abeautiful woman to become his wife. In those days when thecomparatively recent discovery of electricity and other kindredmysteries of Nature seemed to open paths into the regi　

Andreas HoferAn HISTORICAL NOVELby Lousia MuhlbachCONTENTS.CHAPTERI 1809II The Emperor FrancisIII The Courier and the AmbassadorIV The Emperor and his BrothersV The Performance of "The Creation"VI Andreas HoferVII Andreas Hofer at the TheatreVIII Consecration of the Flags, and FarewellIX Tis Time!X Anthony Wallner of Windisch-MatreyXI The Declaration of LoveXII Farewell!XIII The BridegroomXIV The Bridge of St. LawrenceXV The Bridge of Laditch...　

THE BOYS WITH THE GOLDEN STARSOnce upon a time what happened did happen: and if it had nothappened, you would never have heard this story.Well, once upon a time there lived an emperor who had half aworld all to himself to rule over, and in this world dwelt an oldherd and his wife and their three daughters, Anna, Stana, andLaptitza.Anna, the eldest, was so beautiful that when she took the sheepto pasture they forgot to eat as long as she was walking withthem. Stana, the second, was so beautiful that when she wasdriving the flock the wolves protected the sheep. But Laptitza,...　

SHERLOCK HOLMESTHE ADVENTURE OF THE MISSING THREE-QUARTERby Sir Arthur Conan DoyleWe were fairly accustomed to receive weird telegrams at BakerStreet, but I have a particular recollection of one which reached uson a gloomy February morning, some seven or eight years ago, andgave Mr. Sherlock Holmes a puzzled quarter of an hour. It wasaddressed to him, and ran thus:Please await me. Terrible misfortune. Right wing three-quartermissing, indispensable to-morrow.OVERTON....　

The Fifth Stringby John Philip SousaIThe coming of Diotti to Americahad awakened more than usualinterest in the man and his work. Hismarvelous success as violinist in theleading capitals of Europe, together withmany brilliant contributions to theliterature of his instrument, had long beenfavorably commented on by the criticsof the old world. Many stories of hisstruggles and his triumphs had foundtheir way across the ocean and had beenread and re-read with interest.Therefore, when Mr. Henry Perkins,...　

old, and lost all his teeth, so that he could no longer hold onto anything. One day the farmer was standing with his wife beforethe house-door, and said, to-morrow I intend to shoot old sultan,he is no longer of any use.His wife, who felt pity for the faithful beast, answered, he hasserved us so long, and been so faithful, that we might well givehim his keep.What, said the man, you are not very bright. He has not a toothleft in his head, and not a thief is afraid of him, now he cango. If he has served us, he has had good feeding for it.The poor dog, who was lying stretched out in the sun n　

Last Days in a Dutch Hotelby William Dean HowellsWhen we said that we were going to Scheveningen, in the middle ofSeptember, the portier of the hotel at The Hague was sure we should bevery cold, perhaps because we had suffered so much in his house already;and he was right, for the wind blew with a Dutch tenacity of purpose fora whole week, so that the guests thinly peopling the vast hostelry seemedto rustle through its chilly halls and corridors like so many autumnleaves. We were but a poor hundred at most where five hundred would nothave been a crowd; and, when we sat down at the long table　

MY ANTONIAby Willa Sibert CatherTO CARRIE AND IRENE MINERIn memory of affections old and trueOptima dies ... prima fugitVIRGILINTRODUCTIONLAST summer I happened to be crossing the plains of Iowa in a seasonof intense heat, and it was my good fortune to have for a travelingcompanion James Quayle BurdenJim Burden, as we still call himin the West. He and I are old friendswe grew up togetherin the same Nebraska townand we had much to say to each other.While the train flashed through never-ending miles of ripe wheat,...　

R. F. Murray: His Poems with a Memoir by Andrew Langby R. F. Murray/Andrew LangMuch is written about success and failure in the career of literature, about the reasons which enable one man to reach the front, and another to earn his livelihood, while a third, in appearance as likely as either of them, fails and, perhaps, faints by the way. Mr. R. F. Murray, the author of The Scarlet Gown, was among those who do not attain success, in spite of qualities which seem destined to ensure it, and who fall out of the ranks. To him, indeed, success and the rewards of this world, money, and praise, d　

Up From Slavery: An Autobiographyby Booker T. WashingtonUp From Slavery: An Autobiography by Booker T. WashingtonThis volume is dedicated to my Wife Margaret James Washington And to my Brother John H. Washington Whose patience, fidelity, and hard work have gone far to make the work at Tuskegee successful.PrefaceThis volume is the outgrowth of a series of articles, dealing with incidents in my life, which were published consecutively in the Outlook. While they were appearing in that magazine I was constantly surprised at the number of requests which came to me from all parts of the country, as　

The Way of All Fleshby Samuel ButlerCHAPTER IWhen I was a small boy at the beginning of the century I remember anold man who wore knee-breeches and worsted stockings, and who usedto hobble about the street of our village with the help of a stick.He must have been getting on for eighty in the year 1807, earlierthan which date I suppose I can hardly remember him, for I was bornin 1802. A few white locks hung about his ears, his shoulders werebent and his knees feeble, but he was still hale, and was muchrespected in our little world of Paleham. His name was Pontifex....　

ON THE HEAVENSby Aristotletranslated by J. L. StocksBook I1THE science which has to do with nature clearly concerns itself for the most part with bodies and magnitudes and their properties and movements, but also with the principles of this sort of substance, as many as they may be. For of things constituted by nature some are bodies and magnitudes, some possess body and magnitude, and some are principles of things which possess these. Now a continuum is that which is divisible into parts always capable of subdivision, and a body is that which is every way divisible. A magnitude if divisible