Modeste Mignonby Honore de BalzacTranslated by Katharine Prescott WormeleyDEDICATIONTo a Polish Lady.Daughter of an enslaved land, angel through love, witch throughfancy, child by faith, aged by experience, man in brain, woman inheart, giant by hope, mother through sorrows, poet in thy dreams,to THEE belongs this book, in which thy love, thy fancy, thyexperience, thy sorrow, thy hope, thy dreams, are the warp throughwhich is shot a woof less brilliant than the poesy of thy soul,whose expression, when it shines upon thy countenance, is, to...　

Hard Cashby Charles ReadePREFACE"HARD CASH," like "The Cloister and the Hearth," is a matter-of-fact Romancethat is, a fiction built on truths; and these truths have been gathered by long, severe, systematic labour, from a multitude of volumes, pamphlets, journals, reports, blue-books, manuscript narratives, letters, and living people, whom I have sought out, examined, and cross-examined, to get at the truth on each main topic I have striven to handle.The madhouse scenes have been picked out by certain disinterested gentlemen, who keep private asylums, and periodicals to puff them; and have b　

An Enquiry Concerning Human Understandingby Davi HumeCONTENTSSection 1: Of the Different Species of PhilosophySection 2: Of the Origin of IdeasSection 3: Of the Association of IdeasSection 4: Sceptical Doubts concerning the Operationsof the UnderstandingSection 5: Sceptical Solution of these DoubtsSection 6: Of ProbabilitySection 7: Of the Idea of Necessary ConnexionSection 8: Of Liberty and NecessitySection 9: Of the Reason of AnimalsSection 10: Of MiraclesSection 11: Of a Particular Providence and of a Future...　

FAIRY TALES OF HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSENTHE SAUCY BOYby Hans Christian AndersenONCE upon a time there was an old poet, one of those right goodold poets.One evening, as he was sitting at home, there was a terrible stormgoing on outside; the rain was pouring down, but the old poet satcomfortably in his chimney-corner, where the fire was burning andthe apples were roasting."There will not be a dry thread left on the poor people who areout in this weather," he said."Oh, open the door! I am so cold and wet through," called a little...　

The Ways of Menby Eliot GregoryChapter 1 - "UNCLE SAM"THE gentleman who graced the gubernatorial arm-chair of our state when this century was born happened to be an admirer of classic lore and the sonorous names of antiquity.It is owing to his weakness in bestowing pompous cognomens on our embryo towns and villages that to-day names like Utica, Syracuse, and Ithaca, instead of evoking visions of historic pomp and circumstance, raise in the minds of most Americans the picture of cocky little cities, rich only in trolley-cars and Methodist meeting-houses.When, however, this cultured gove　

THE LOVE OF ULRICH NEBENDAHLBy JEROME K. JEROMEPerhaps of all, it troubled most the Herr Pfarrer. Was he not thefather of the village? And as such did it not fall to him to see hischildren marry well and suitably? marry in any case. It was the dutyof every worthy citizen to keep alive throughout the ages the sacredhearth fire, to rear up sturdy lads and honest lassies that wouldserve God, and the Fatherland. A true son of Saxon soil was the HerrPastor Winckelmannkindly, simple, sentimental."Why, at your age, Ulrichat your age," repeated the Herr Pastor,...　

RECOLLECTIONS OF THE PRIVATE LIFE OF NAPOLEON, V3BY CONSTANTPREMIER VALET DE CHAMBRETRANSLATED BY WALTER CLARKCONTENTS:CHAPTER XIII. to CHAPTER XXII.CHAPTER XIII.The First Consul left Boulogne to return to Paris, in order to be presentat the marriage of one of his sisters. Prince Camille Borghese,descendant of the noblest family of Rome, had already arrived at Paristomarry Madame Pauline Bonaparte, widow of General Leclerc, who haddied of yellow fever in San Domingo. I recollect having seen thisunfortunate general at the residence of the First Consul some time before...　

FAIRY TALES OF HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSENTHE DAISYby Hans Christian AndersenNow listen! In the country, close by the high road, stood afarmhouse; perhaps you have passed by and seen it yourself. Therewas a little flower garden with painted wooden palings in front of it;close by was a ditch, on its fresh green bank grew a little daisy; thesun shone as warmly and brightly upon it as on the magnificentgarden flowers, and therefore it thrived well. One morning it hadquite opened, and its little snow-white petals stood round the...　

Orationsby John Quincy Adams"The Jubilee of the Constitution, delivered at New York,April 30, 1839, before the New York Historical Society."Fellow-Citizens and Brethren, Associates of the New YorkHistorical Society:Would it be an unlicensed trespass of the imagination toconceive that on the night preceding the day of which you nowcommemorate the fiftieth anniversaryon the night precedingthat thirtieth of April, 1789, when from the balcony of your cityhall the chancellor of the State of New York administered toGeorge Washington the solemn oath faithfully to execute the...　

ELECBOOK CLASSICSThe ProfessorCharlotte Bronte- Page 2-ELECBOOK CLASSICSebc0026. Charlotte Bronte: The ProfessorThis file is free for individual use only. It must not be altered or resold.Organisations wishing to use it must first obtain a licence.Low cost licenses are available. Contact us through our web site(C) The Electric Book Co 1998The Electric Book Company Ltd20 Cambridge Drive, London SE12 8AJ, UK...　

The Ragged Trousered Philanthropistsby Robert TressellPrefaceIn writing this book my intention was to present, in the form of an interesting story, a faithful picture of working-class life - more especially of those engaged in the Building trades - in a small town in the south of England.I wished to describe the relations existing between the workmen and their employers, the attitude and feelings of these two classes towards each other; their circumstances when at work and when out of employment; their pleasures, their intellectual outlook, their religious and political opinions and ideals...　

SEVEN DISCOURSES ON ARTSEVEN DISCOURSESON ARTby Sir Joshua Reynolds1- Page 2-SEVEN DISCOURSES ON ARTINTRODUCTIONIt is a happy memory that associates the foundation of our RoyalAcademy with the delivery of these inaugural discourses by Sir JoshuaReynolds, on the opening of the schools, and at the first annual meetings...　

To Have and To Holdby Mary JohnstonTOTHE MEMORY OFMY MOTHERCONTENTSCHAPTER I. IN WHICH I THROW AMBS-ACECHAPTER II. IN WHICH I MEET MASTER JEREMY SPARROWCHAPTER III. IN WHICH I MARRY IN HASTECHAPTER IV. IN WHICH I AM LIKE TO REPENT AT LEISURECHAPTER V. IN WHICH A WOMAN HAS HER WAYCHAPTER VI. IN WHICH WE GO TO JAMESTOWNCHAPTER VII. IN WHICH WE PREPARE TO FIGHT THE SPANIARDCHAPTER VIII. IN WHICH ENTERS MY LORD CARNALCHAPTER IX. IN WHICH TWO DRINK OF ONE CUPCHAPTER X. IN WHICH MASTER PORY GAINS TIME TO SOME PURPOSECHAPTER XI. IN WHICH I MEET AN ITALIAN DOCTOR...　

The MemorabiliaThe Memorabiliaby XenophonTranslation by H. G. Dakyns1- Page 2-The MemorabiliaBOOK III have often wondered by what arguments those who indicted[1]Socrates could have persuaded the Athenians that his life was justly forfeitto the state. The indictment was to this effect: "Socrates is guilty of crime...　

SERTORIUS130?-72 B.C.by Plutarchtranslated by John DrydenIT is no great wonder if in long process of time, while fortunetakes her course hither and thither, numerous coincidences shouldspontaneously occur. If the number and variety of subjects to bewrought upon be infinite, it is all the more easy for fortune, withsuch an abundance of material, to effect this similarity of results.Or if, on the other hand, events are limited to the combinations of...　

THE DOOR IN THE WALLIOne confidential evening, not three months ago, Lionel Wallace toldme this story of the Door in the Wall. And at the time I thoughtthat so far as he was concerned it was a true story.He told it me with such a direct simplicity of conviction thatI could not do otherwise than believe in him. But in the morning,in my own flat, I woke to a different atmosphere, and as I lay inbed and recalled the things he had told me, stripped of the glamourof his earnest slow voice, denuded of the focussed shaded tablelight, the shadowy atmosphere that wrapped about him and the...