Anselme, who has ever been acknowledged as the first and perhaps the greatest of all the troubadours of Arbonne, was of modest birth, the youngest son of a clerk in the castle of a baron near Cauvas. He was of middling height, dark haired, with a quiet manner in speech that was nonetheless wondrously pleasing to all who heard him. While yet tender in years, he showed great skill and interest in music and was invited to join the celebrated choir of the Cauvas sanctuary of the god. It was not long, however, before he felt the beginnings of a desire to make music very different from that acceptable in the service of the god, or indeed of the goddess Rian in her temples. And so Anselme left
The Life and Adventures of Santa Clauseby L. Frank BaumContentsYOUTH1. Burzee2. The Child of the Forest3. The Adoption4. Claus5. The Master Woodsman6. Claus Discovers Humanity7. Claus Leaves the ForestMANHOOD1. The Laughing Valley2. How Claus Made the First Toy3. How the Ryls Colored the Toys4. How Little Mayrie Became Frightened5. How Bessie Blithesome Came to the Laughing Valley6. The Wickedness of the Awgwas7. The Great Battle Between Good and Evil8. The First Journey with the Reindeer9. "Santa Claus!"10. Christmas Eve11. How the First Stockings Were Hung by the Chimneys12. The First Christmas TreeOLD AGE...
Worldly Ways and BywaysWorldly Ways andBywaysEliot Gregory1- Page 2-Worldly Ways and BywaysTo the ReaderTHERE existed formerly, in diplomatic circles, a curious custom,since fallen into disuse, entitled the Pele Mele, contrived doubtless bysome distracted Master of Ceremonies to quell the endless jealousies andquarrels for precedence between courtiers and diplomatists of contendingpretensions. Under this rule no rank was recognized, each person being...
THE HOUSE OF PRIDETHE HOUSE OF PRIDEBy Jack London1- Page 2-THE HOUSE OF PRIDEPercival Ford wondered why he had come. He did not dance. Hedid not care much for army people. Yet he knew them allgliding andrevolving there on the broad lanai of the Seaside, the officers in theirfresh-starched uniforms of white, the civilians in white and black, andthe women bare of shoulders and arms. After two years in Honolulu...
FOR GREATER THINGS: The story of Saint Stanislaus KostkaFOR GREATERTHINGS: The story ofSaint Stanislaus Kostkaby William T. Kane, S.J.PREFACEAmong Christian evidences the heroic virtue and holiness of Catholicyouth must not be overlooked. Juvenile and adolescent victories of aconspicuous kind, over the flesh, the world, and the devil, can be found inno land and in no age, except a Christian land and age, and in no Churchexcept the Catholic Church. It is of all excellences the very rarest and mostdifficult, this triumphant mastery over human weakness and human pride....
THE DEVOTION OF ENRIQUEZIn another chronicle which dealt with the exploits of "Chu Chu," aCalifornian mustang, I gave some space to the accomplishments ofEnriquez Saltillo, who assisted me in training her, and who wasalso brother to Consuelo Saitillo, the young lady to whom I hadfreely given both the mustang and my youthful affections. Iconsider it a proof of the superiority of masculine friendship thatneither the subsequent desertion of the mustang nor that of theyoung lady ever made the slightest difference to Enriquez or me inour exalted amity. To a wondering doubt as to what I ever couldpossibly have seen in his sister to admire he joined a tolerant...
FAIRY TALES OF HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSENTHE JEWISH MAIDENby Hans Christian AndersenIN a charity school, among the children, sat a little Jewish girl.She was a good, intelligent child, and very quick at her lessons;but the Scripture-lesson class she was not allowed to join, for thiswas a Christian school. During the hour of this lesson, the Jewishgirl was allowed to learn her geography, or to work her sum for thenext day; and when her geography lesson was perfect, the book remainedopen before her, but she read not another word, for she sat silentlylistening to the words of the Christian teacher. He soon became...
CranfordCranford1- Page 2-CranfordCHAPTER I - OUR SOCIETYIN the first place, Cranford is in possession of the Amazons; all theholders of houses above a certain rent are women. If a married couplecome to settle in the town, somehow the gentleman disappears; he iseither fairly frightened to death by being the only man in the Cranfordevening parties, or he is accounted for by being with his regiment, hisship, or closely engaged in business all the week in the great...
I stood there on the beach and said, "Good-by, Butterfly," and the ship slowly turned, then headed out toward deep water. It would make it back into port at the lighthouse of Cabra, I knew, for that place lay near to Shadow. Turning away, I regarded the black line of trees near at hand, knowing that a long walk lay ahead of me. I moved in that direction, making the necessary adjustments as I advanced. A pre-dawn chill lay upon the silent forest, and this was good. I was perhaps fifty pounds underweight and still occasionally experienced double vision, but I was improving. I had escaped the dungeons of Amber and recuperated somewhat, with the assistance of mad Dworkin and drunken Jopin, in
THE ANCIEN REGIMETHE ANCIEN REGIMEby Charles Kingsley1- Page 2-THE ANCIEN REGIMEPREFACEThe rules of the Royal Institution forbid (and wisely) religious orpolitical controversy. It was therefore impossible for me in theseLectures, to say much which had to be said, in drawing a just andcomplete picture of the Ancien Regime in France. The passages insertedbetween brackets, which bear on religious matters, were accordingly not...
In what felt to him like the first cold morning of the world, he groped for fire. It was a high place where he searched, a lifeless, wind-scoured place, a rough, forbidding shelf of black and splintered rock. Snow, driven by squalls of frigid air, streamed across the black rock in white powder, making shifting veils of white over layers of gray ancient ice that was almost as hard as the rock itself. Dawn was in the sky, but still hundreds of kilometers away, as distant as the tiny sawteeth of the horizon to the northwest. The snowfields and icefields along that far edge of the world were beginning to glow with a reflected pink. Ignoring cold and wind, and mumbling to himself, the sea
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,setting down his beer and wiping with the back of his hand his largeuneven lips, "I was the father of a familytwo boys and a girl. You.