The Governess [The Little Female Academy]by Sarah FieldingThere lived in the northern parts of England, a gentlewoman who undertook the education of young ladies; and this trust she endeavoured faithfully to discharge, by instructing those committed to her care in reading, writing, working, and in all proper forms of behaviour. And though her principal aim was to improve their minds in all useful knowledge; to render them obedient to their superiors, and gentle, kind, and affectionate to each other; yet did she not omit teaching them an exact neatness in their persons and dress, and a perfec　

Criminal PsychologyA MANUAL FOR JUDGES, PRACTITIONERS, AND STUDENTSBY HANS GROSS, J. U. D. _Professor of Criminal Law at the University of Graz, Austria. Formerly Magistrate of the Criminal Court at Czernovitz, Austria_Translated from the Fourth German Edition BY HORACE M. KALLEN, PH. D. _Assistant and Lecturer in Philosophy in Harvard University_WITH AN INTRODUCTION BY JOSEPH JASTROW, PH.D. PROFESSOR OF PSYCHOLOGY IN THE UNIVERSITY OF WISCONSINPUBLICATION NO. 13: PATTERSON SMITH REPRINT SERIES IN CRIMINOLOGY, LAW ENFORCEMENT, AND SOCIAL PROBLEMS _Montclair, New Jersey_...　

The Holly-Treeby Charles DickensFIRST BRANCHMYSELFI have kept one secret in the course of my life. I am a bashfulman. Nobody would suppose it, nobody ever does suppose it, nobodyever did suppose it, but I am naturally a bashful man. This is thesecret which I have never breathed until now.I might greatly move the reader by some account of the innumerableplaces I have not been to, the innumerable people I have not calledupon or received, the innumerable social evasions I have been guiltyof, solely because I am by original constitution and character a...　

LEGENDS AND LYRICSFIRST SERIESLEGENDS ANDLYRICSFIRST SERIESby Adelaide Ann Proctor1- Page 2-LEGENDS AND LYRICSFIRST SERIESDEDICATIONTO MATILDA M. HAYS."Our tokens of love are for the most part barbarous. Cold and lifeless,because they do not represent our life. The only gift is a portion of...　

Rhymes a la Modeby Andrew LangBALLADE DEDICATORYTO MRS. ELTON OF WHITE STAUNTONThe painted Briton built his mound,And left his celts and clay,On yon fair slope of sunlit groundThat fronts your garden gay;The Roman came, he bore the sway,He bullied, bought, and sold,Your fountain sweeps his works awayBeside your manor old!But still his crumbling urns are foundWithin the window-bay,Where once he listened to the soundThat lulls you day by day; -The sound of summer winds at play,The noise of waters coldTo Yarty wandering on their way,...　

daughters, one ugly and wicked, and this one she loved because shewas her own daughter, and one beautiful and good, and this one shehated, because she was her step-daughter. The step-daughter once hada pretty apron, which the other fancied so much that she becameenvious, and told her mother that she must and would have that apron.Be quiet, my child, said the old woman, and you shall have it. Yourstep-sister has long deserved death, to-night when she is asleep Iwill come and cut her head off. Only be careful that you are at thefar-side of the bed, and push her well to the front. It would ha　

AMENDED OBITUARIESTO THE EDITOR:Sir,I am approaching seventy; it is in sight; it is only threeyears away. Necessarily, I must go soon. It is but matter-of-coursewisdom, then, that I should begin to set my worldly house inorder now, so that it may be done calmly and with thoroughness,in place of waiting until the last day, when, as we have often seen,the attempt to set both houses in order at the same time has beenmarred by the necessity for haste and by the confusion and wasteof time arising from the inability of the notary and the ecclesiastic...　

FIRST EPILOGUE: 1813 - 20CHAPTER ISeven years had passed. The storm-tossed sea of European history hadsubsided within its shores and seemed to have become calm. But themysterious forces that move humanity (mysterious because the laws oftheir motion are unknown to us) continued to operate.Though the surface of the sea of history seemed motionless, themovement of humanity went on as unceasingly as the flow of time.Various groups of people formed and dissolved, the coming formationand dissolution of kingdoms and displacement of peoples was in...　

The Story of a Pioneerby Anna Howard ShawBYANNA HOWARD SHAW, D.D., M.D.WITH THE COLLABORATION OFELIZABETH JORDANTHE STORY OF A PIONEERTOTHE WOMEN PIONEERSOF AMERICAThey cut a path through tangled underwoodOf old traditions, out to broader ways.They lived to here their work called brave and good,But oh! the thorns before the crown of bays.The world gives lashes to its PioneersUntil the goal is reachedthen deafening cheers.Adapted by ANNA HOWARD SHAW....　

Cambridge Piecesby Samuel ButlerContents:On English Composition and Other MattersOur TourTranslation from an Unpublished Work of HerodotusThe shield of Achilles, with variationsProspectus of the Great Split SocietyPowersA skit on examinationsAn Eminent PersonNapoleon at St. HelenaTHE TWO DEANSThe Battle of Alma MaterOn the Italian PriesthoodSamuel Butler and the SimeonitesON ENGLISH COMPOSITION AND OTHER MATTERSThis essay is believed to be the first composition by Samuel Butler...　

THE THREE BROTHERS[17][17] From the Polish. Kletke.There was once upon a time a witch, who in the shape of a hawkused every night to break the windows of a certain villagechurch. In the same village there lived three brothers, who wereall determined to kill the mischievous hawk. But in vain did thetwo eldest mount guard in the church with their guns; as soon asthe bird appeared high above their heads, sleep overpowered them,and they only awoke to hear the windows crashing in.Then the youngest brother took his turn of guarding the windows,...　

The Friendly Road; New Adventures in Contentmentby David Grayson"Surely it is good to be alive at a time like this."A WORD TO HIM WHO OPENS THIS BOOKI did not plan when I began writing these chapters to make an entire book, but only to put down the more or less unusual impressions, the events and adventures, of certain quiet pilgrimages in country roads. But when I had written down all of these things, I found I had material in plenty."What shall I call it now that I have written it?" I asked myself.At first I thought I should call it "Adventures on the Road," or "The Country Road," or someth　

Stories by Modern American AuthorsEdited by Julian HawthorneCONTENTS:F. MARION CRAWFORD (1854-)By the Waters of ParadiseMARY E. WILKINS FREEMAN (1862-)The Shadows on the WallMELVILLE D. POST (1871-)The Corpus DelictiAMBROSE BIERCE (1842-)An Heiress from RedhorseThe Man and the SnakeEDGAR ALLAN POE (1809-49)The Oblong BoxThe Gold-BugWASHINGTON IRVING (1783-1859)Wolfert Webber, or Golden DreamsAdventure of the Black FishermanCHARLES BROCKDEN BROWN (1771-1810)...　

　　Through the curtained windows of the furnished apartment which Mrs. Horace Hignett had rented for her stay in New York rays of golden sunlight peeped in like the foremost spies of some advancing army. It was a fine summer morning. The hands of the Dutch clock in the hall pointed to thirteen minutes past nine; those of the ormolu clock in the sitting-room to eleven minutes past ten; those of the carriage clock on the bookshelf to fourteen minutes to six. In other words, it was exactly eight; and Mrs. Hignett acknowledged the fact by moving her head on the pillow, opening her eyes, and sittin　

THE ALHAMBRAby Washington IrvingPreface to the Revised Edition.Rough draughts of some of the following tales and essays wereactually written during a residence in the Alhambra; others weresubsequently added, founded on notes and observations made there. Carewas taken to maintain local coloring and verisimilitude; so that thewhole might present a faithful and living picture of that microcosm,that singular little world into which I had been fortuitously...　

The Drums Of Jeopardyby Harold MacGrathCHAPTER IA fast train drew into Albany, on the New York Central, from theWest. It was three-thirty of a chill March morning in the firstyear of peace. A pall of fog lay over the world so heavy thatit beaded the face and hands and deposited a fairy diamond dustupon wool. The station lights had the visibility of stars, andlike the stars were without refulgence - a pale golden aureola,perhaps three feet in diameter, and beyond, nothing. The fewpassengers who alighted and the train itself had the same nebulosityof drab fish in a dim aquarium....