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...　

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　

Chapter XV of Volume II (Chap. 38)ON Saturday morning Elizabeth and Mr. Collins met for breakfast a few minutes before the others appeared; and he took the opportunity of paying the parting civilities which he deemed indispensably necessary.``I know not, Miss Elizabeth,' said he, ``whether Mrs. Collins has yet expressed her sense of your kindness in coming to us, but I am very certain you will not leave the house without receiving her thanks for it. The favour of your company has been much felt, I assure you. We know how little there is to tempt any one to our humble abode. Our plain manner 　

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....　

FAIRY TALES OF HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSENGRANDMOTHERby Hans Christian AndersenGRANDMOTHERGRANDMOTHER is very old, her face is wrinkled, and her hair isquite white; but her eyes are like two stars, and they have a mild,gentle expression in them when they look at you, which does yougood. She wears a dress of heavy, rich silk, with large flowers workedon it; and it rustles when she moves. And then she can tell the mostwonderful stories. Grandmother knows a great deal, for she was alive...　

THE HISTORY OF THE CALIPH VATHEKTHE HISTORY OF THECALIPH VATHEK1- Page 2-THE HISTORY OF THE CALIPH VATHEKINTRODUCTIONWilliam Beckford, born in 1759, the year before the accession of KingGeorge the Third, was the son of an Alderman who became twice LordMayor of London. His family, originally of Gloucestershire, had thrivenby the plantations in Jamaica; and his father, sent to school in England,...　

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...　

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 　

　To love, and bear; to hope till Hope creates　From its own wreck the thing it contemplates.　Percy Bysshe Shelley,　Prometheus Unbound　Prologue　False Angels　　JERUSALEM　The wound was their path.　Nathan Lee Swift sat strapped in the belly of the cargo helicopter with a dozen assorted archangels, looking down upon what little remained. The earthquake was visible mostly by what was no longer visible. Cities and villages had simply vanished in puffs of dust. Even his ruins were gone. The map had gone blank.　The air was hot. It was summer. There was no horizon. The sands stretched into haze. He felt 　

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...　

The Lesser Bourgeoisieby Honore de BalzacTranslated by Katharine Prescott WormeleyDEDICATIONTo Constance-Victoire.Here, madame, is one of those books which come into the mind,whence no one knows, giving pleasure to the author before he canforesee what reception the public, our great present judge, willaccord to it. Feeling almost certain of your sympathy in mypleasure, I dedicate the book to you. Ought it not to belong toyou as the tithe formerly belonged to the Church in memory of God,who makes all things bud and fruit in the fields and in the...　

360 BCPHAEDRUSby Platotranslated by Benjamin JowettPHAEDRUSPERSONS OF THE DIALOGUE: SOCRATES; PHAEDRUS. Scene: Under aplane-tree, by the banks of the Ilissus.Socrates. My dear Phaedrus, whence come you, and whither are yougoing?Phaedrus. I come from Lysias the son of Cephalus, and I am goingto take a walk outside the wall, for I have been sitting with him...　

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 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...　

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,...　

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...