The Village Rectorby Honore de BalzacKatharine Prescott WormeleyDEDICATIONTo Helene.The tiniest boat is not launched upon the sea without theprotection of some living emblem or revered name, placed upon itby the mariners. In accordance with this time-honored custom,Madame, I pray you to be the protectress of this book now launchedupon our literary ocean; and may the Imperial name which theChurch has canonized and your devotion has doubly sanctified forme guard it from perils.De Balzac.THE VILLAGE RECTORITHE SAUVIATSIn the lower town of Limoges, at the corner of the rue de la Vieille-Poste and the rue de la Cite might have been seen, a generation ago,...
God The Invisible Kingby H. G. Wells [Herbert George Wells]CONTENTSPREFACE1. THE COSMOGONY OF MODERN RELIGION2. HERESIES; OR THE THINGS THAT GOD IS NOT3. THE LIKENESS OF GOD4. THE RELIGION OF ATHEISTS5. THE INVISIBLE KING6. MODERN IDEAS OF SIN AND DAMNATION7. THE IDEA OF A CHURCHTHE ENVOYPREFACEThis book sets out as forcibly and exactly as possible the religious belief of the writer. That belief is not orthodox Christianity; it is not, indeed, Christianity at all; its core nevertheless is a profound belief in a personal and intimate God. There is nothing in its statements that need shock or offend anyone who is prepared for the expression of a faith different from and perhaps
Of the Origin of Governmentby David HumeMan born in a family, is compelled to maintain society, fromnecessity, from natural inclination, and from habit. The samecreature, in his farther progress, is engaged to establishpolitical society, in order to administer justice; without whichthere can be no peace among them, nor safety, nor mutualintercourse. We are, therefore, to look upon all the vastapparatus of our government, as having ultimately no other objector purpose but the distribution of justice, or, in other words,the support of the twelve judges. Kings and parliaments, fleetsand armies, officers of the court and revenue, ambassadors,ministers, and privy-counsellors, are all subordinate
A Journey to the Western Isles of Scotlandby Samuel JohnsonINCH KEITHI had desired to visit the Hebrides, or Western Islands ofScotland, so long, that I scarcely remember how the wish wasoriginally excited; and was in the Autumn of the year 1773 inducedto undertake the journey, by finding in Mr. Boswell a companion,whose acuteness would help my inquiry, and whose gaiety ofconversation and civility of manners are sufficient to counteractthe inconveniences of travel, in countries less hospitable than wehave passed.On the eighteenth of August we left Edinburgh, a city too wellknown to admit description, and directed our course northward,along the eastern coast of Scotland, accompanied the firs
THE SON OF THE WOLF.MAN RARELY PLACES A PROPER valuation upon his womankind, at leastnot until deprived of them. He has no conception of the subtleatmosphere exhaled by the sex feminine, so long as he bathes in it;but let it be withdrawn, and an ever-growing void begins to manifestitself in his existence, and he becomes hungry, in a vague sort ofway, for a something so indefinite that he cannot characterize it.If his comrades have no more experience than himself, they willshake their heads dubiously and dose him with strong physic. But thehunger will continue and become stronger; he will lose interest in thethings of his everyday life and wax morbid; and one day, when the...
A LONELY RIDEAs I stepped into the Slumgullion stage I saw that it was a darknight, a lonely road, and that I was the only passenger. Let meassure the reader that I have no ulterior design in making thisassertion. A long course of light reading has forewarned me whatevery experienced intelligence must confidently look for from sucha statement. The storyteller who willfully tempts Fate by suchobvious beginnings; who is to the expectant reader in danger ofbeing robbed or half-murdered, or frightened by an escaped lunatic,or introduced to his ladylove for the first time, deserves to bedetected. I am relieved to say that none of these things occurred...
Lay Moralsby Robert Louis StevensonCHAPTER 1THE problem of education is twofold: first to know, and then to utter. Every one who lives any semblance of an inner life thinks more nobly and profoundly than he speaks; and the best of teachers can impart only broken images of the truth which they perceive. Speech which goes from one to another between two natures, and, what is worse, between two experiences, is doubly relative. The speaker buries his meaning; it is for the hearer to dig it up again; and all speech, written or spoken, is in a dead language until it finds a willing and prepared hearer. Such, moreover, is the complexity of life, that when we condescend upon details i
Letters on Literatureby Andrew LangContents:Introductory: Of Modern English PoetryOf Modern English PoetryFieldingLongfellowA Friend of KeatsOn VirgilAucassin and NicolettePlotinus (A.D. 200-262)LucretiusTo a Young American Book-HunterRochefoucauldOf Vers de SocieteOn Vers de SocieteGerard de NervalOn Books About Red MenAppendix IAppendix IIDEDICATIONDear Mr. Way,After so many letters to people who never existed, may I venture ashort one, to a person very real to me, though I have never seenhim, and only know him by his many kindnesses? Perhaps you will add...
Warlord of Marsby Edgar Rice BurroughsCONTENTSOn the River IssUnder the MountainsThe Temple of the SunThe Secret TowerOn the Kaolian RoadA Hero in KaolNew AlliesThrough the Carrion CavesWith the Yellow MenIn DuranceThe Pity of Plenty"Follow the Rope!"The Magnet SwitchThe Tide of BattleRewardsThe New RulerTHE WARLORD OF MARSON THE RIVER ISSIn the shadows of the forest that flanks the crimson plain bythe side of the Lost Sea of Korus in the Valley Dor, beneath thehurtling moons of Mars, speeding their meteoric way close above the...
poor. The rich one was a goldsmith and evil-hearted. The poor onesupported himself by making brooms, and was good and honorable. Hehad two children, who were twin brothers and as like each other astwo drops of water. The two boys went in and out of the rich house,and often got some of the scraps to eat. It happened once when thepoor man was going into the forest to fetch brush-wood, that he saw abird which was quite golden and more beautiful than any he had everchanced to meet with. He picked up a small stone, threw it at it,and was lucky enough to hit it, but one golden feather only felldown, and the bird flew away. The man took the feather and carriedit to his brother, who looked at
THE $30,000 BEQUESTCHAPTER ILakeside was a pleasant little town of five or six thousand inhabitants,and a rather pretty one, too, as towns go in the Far West.It had church accommodations for thirty-five thousand, which isthe way of the Far West and the South, where everybody is religious,and where each of the Protestant sects is represented and has a plantof its own. Rank was unknown in Lakesideunconfessed, anyway;everybody knew everybody and his dog, and a sociable friendlinesswas the prevailing atmosphere.Saladin Foster was book-keeper in the principal store, and the onlyhigh-salaried man of his profession in Lakeside. He was thirty-five...
The Mirror of the Seaby Joseph ConradContents:I. Landfalls and DeparturesIV. Emblems of HopeVII. The Fine ArtX. Cobwebs and GossamerXIII. The Weight of the BurdenXVI. Overdue and MissingXX. The Grip of the LandXXII. The Character of the FoeXXV. Rules of East and WestXXX. The Faithful RiverXXXIII. In CaptivityXXXV. InitiationXXXVII. The Nursery of the CraftXL. The TremolinoXLVI. The Heroic AgeCHAPTER I."And shippes by the brinke comen and gon,...