Juanaby Honore de BalzacTranslated by Katharine Prescott Wormeley)DEDICATIONTo Madame la Comtesse Merlin.JUANA(THE MARANAS)CHAPTER IEXPOSITIONNotwithstanding the discipline which Marechal Suchet had introducedinto his army corps, he was unable to prevent a short period oftrouble and disorder at the taking of Tarragona. According to certainfair-minded military men, this intoxication of victory bore a strikingresemblance to pillage, though the marechal promptly suppressed it.Order being re-established, each regiment quartered in its respectivelines, and the commandant of the city appointed, military...　

1861REPRESENTATIVE GOVERNMENTby John Stuart MillPREFACE.THOSE who have done me the honour of reading my previous writings will probably receive no strong impression of novelty from the present volume; for the principles are those to which I have been working up during the greater part of my life, and most of the practical suggestions have been anticipated by others or by myself. There is novelty, however, in the fact of bringing them together, and exhibiting them in their connection; and also, I believe, in much that is brought forward in their support. Several of the opinions at all events, if not new, are for the present as little likely to meet with general acceptance as if they were. 　

The Ballad of the White Horseby G.K. ChestertonDEDICATIONOf great limbs gone to chaos,A great face turned to nightWhy bend above a shapeless shroudSeeking in such archaic cloudSight of strong lords and light?Where seven sunken EnglandsLie buried one by one,Why should one idle spade, I wonder,Shake up the dust of thanes like thunderTo smoke and choke the sun?In cloud of clay so cast to heavenWhat shape shall man discern?These lords may light the mysteryOf mastery or victory,And these ride high in history,But these shall not return.Gored on the Norman gonfalonThe Golden Dragon died:We shall not wake with ballad stringsThe good time of the smaller things,...　

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 hadtheir homes in comfortable farm-houses, and cultivated the rich...　

How To Tell Stories To Children And Some Stories To Tellby Sara Cone BryantTo My MotherTHE FIRST, BEST STORY-TELLERTHIS LITTLE BOOK ISDEDICATEDPREFACEThe stories which are given in the followingpages are for the most part those which I havefound to be best liked by the children to whomI have told these and others. I have tried toreproduce the form in which I actually tellthem,although that inevitably varies withevery repetition,feeling that it would be ofgreater value to another story-teller than amore closely literary form.For the same reason, I have confined mystatements of theory as to method, to those...　

The Essays of Montaigne, V2by Michel de MontaigneTranslated by Charles CottonEdited by William Carew Hazilitt1877ESSAYS OF MONTAIGNEBOOK THE FIRSTCONTENTS OF VOLUME 2.I. That Men by Various Ways Arrive at the Same End.II. Of Sorrow.III. That our affections carry themselves beyond us .IV. That the soul discharges her passions upon false objects, wherethe true are wanting.V. Whether the governor of a place besieged ought himself to goout to parley.VI. That the hour of parley is dangerous.VII. That the intention is judge of our actions.VIII. Of idleness.IX. Of liars....　

Myths and Legends of the Siouxby Marie L. McLaughlinIn loving memory of my mother,MARY GRAHAM BUISSON,at whose knee most of the storiescontained in this little volumewere told to me, this book is affec-tionately dedicatedTABLE OF CONTENTSDedicationForewordThe Forgotten Ear of CornThe Little MiceThe Pet RabbitThe Pet DonkeyThe Rabbit and the ElkThe Rabbit and the Grouse GirlsThe Faithful LoversThe Artichoke and the MuskratThe Rabbit, and the Bear with the Flint BodyStory of the Lost WifeThe Raccoon and the CrawfishLegend of Standing RockStory of the Peace Pipe...　

Active Serviceby Steven CraneCHAPTER I.MARJORY walked pensively along the hall. In the cool shadows made by the palms on the window ledge, her face wore the expression of thoughtful melancholy expected on the faces of the devotees who pace in cloistered gloom. She halted before a door at the end of the hall and laid her hand on the knob. She stood hesitating, her head bowed. It was evident that this mission was to require great fortitude.At last she opened the door. " Father," she began at once. There was disclosed an elderly, narrow-faced man seated at a large table and surrounded by manuscripts and books. The sunlight flowing through curtains of Turkey red fell sanguinely upon the bust of