The Sorrows of Young Wertherby J.W. von GoetheTranslated by Thomas Carlyle and R.D. BoylanPREFACEI have carefully collected whatever I have been able to learn of the story of poor Werther, and here present it to you, knowing that you will thank me for it. To his spirit and character you cannot refuse your admiration and love: to his fate you will not deny your tears.And thou, good soul, who sufferest the same distress as he endured once, draw comfort from his sorrows; and let this little book be thy friend, if, owing to fortune or through thine own fault, thou canst not find a dearer companion.BOOK IMAY 4.How happy I am that I am gone! My dear friend, what a thing is the heart of man! To　

A Far CountryBy Winston ChurchillI.My name is Hugh Paret. I was a corporation lawyer, but by no means atypical one, the choice of my profession being merely incidental, anddue, as will be seen, to the accident of environment. The book I amabout to write might aptly be called The Autobiography of a Romanticist.In that sense, if in no other, I have been a typical American, regardingmy country as the happy hunting-ground of enlightened self-interest, as afunction of my desires. Whether or not I have completely got rid of thisromantic virus I must leave to those the aim of whose existence is toeradicate it from our literature and our life. A somewhat Augean task!...　

THE SCARECROW of OZDedicated to"The uplifters" of Los Angeles, California, ingrateful appreciation of the pleasure I have derivedfrom association with them, and in recognition oftheir sincere endeavor to uplift humanity throughkindness, consideration and good-fellowship. They arebig menall of themand all with the generoushearts of little children.L. Frank BaumTHE SCARECROW of OZby L. Frank Baum"TWIXT YOU AND METhe Army of Children which besieged the Postoffice,conquered the Postmen and delivered to me its imperious...　

JUST DAVIDJUST DAVIDBY ELEANOR H.{HODGMAN} PORTER1- Page 2-JUST DAVIDCHAPTER ITHE MOUNTAIN HOMEFar up on the mountain-side stood alone in the clearing. It was roughlyyet warmly built. Behind it jagged cliffs broke the north wind, andtowered gray-white in the sunshine. Before it a tiny expanse of greensloped gently away to a point where the mountain dropped in another...　

FAIRY TALES OF HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSENTHE ELF OF THE ROSEby Hans Christian AndersenIN the midst of a garden grew a rose-tree, in full blossom, and inthe prettiest of all the roses lived an elf. He was such a littlewee thing, that no human eye could see him. Behind each leaf of therose he had a sleeping chamber. He was as well formed and as beautifulas a little child could be, and had wings that reached from hisshoulders to his feet. Oh, what sweet fragrance there was in hischambers! and how clean and beautiful were the walls! for they werethe blushing leaves of the rose.During the whole day he enjoyed himself in the warm sunshine, flew...　

CORIOLANUSLegendary, 5th Century B.C.by Plutarchtranslated by John DrydenTHE patrician house of the Marcii in Rome produced many men ofdistinction, and among the rest, Ancus Marcius, grandson to Numa byhis daughter, and king after Tullus Hostilius; of the same family werealso Publius and Quintus Marcius, which two conveyed into the city thebest and most abundant supply of water they have at Rome. Aslikewise Censorinus, who, having been twice chosen censor by thepeople, afterwards himself induced them to make a law that nobodyshould bear that office twice. But Caius Marcius, of whom I now write,...　

Why Go to College?by Alice Freeman PalmerBY ALICE FREEMAN PALMERFormerly President of Wellesley CollegeTo a largely increasing number of young girls college doors areopening every year. Every year adds to the number of men whofeel as a friend of mine, a successful lawyer in a great city, feltwhen in talking of the future of his four little children he said,"For the two boys it is not so serious, but I lie down at nightafraid to die and leave my daughters only a bank account." Yearby year, too, the experiences of life are teaching mothers thathappiness does not necessarily come to their daughters whenaccounts are large and banks are sound, but that on the contrary...　

PATRIARCHS AND PROPHETSby ELLEN G.WHITE17PREFACETHE PUBLISHERS SEND OUT THIS WORK FROM A CONVICTION THAT IT THROWS LIGHTUPON A SUBJECT OF PARAMOUNT IMPORTANCE AND UNIVERSAL INTEREST, AND ONE ONWHICH LIGHT IS TO BE GREATLY DESIRED; THAT IT PRESENTS TRUTHS TOO LITTLEKNOWN OR TOO WIDELY IGNORED. THE GREAT CONTROVERSY BETWEEN TRUTH AND ERROR,BETWEEN LIGHT AND DARKNESS, BETWEEN THE POWER OF GOD AND THE ATTEMPTEDUSURPATIONS OF THE ENEMY OF ALL RIGHTEOUSNESS, IS THE ONE GREAT SPECTACLEWHICH IT IS REASONABLE TO SUPPOSE MUST ENGAGE THE ATTENTION OF ALL WORLDS....　

The Half-Brothersby Elizabeth GaskellMy mother was twice married. She never spoke of her first husband,and it is only from other people that I have learnt what little Iknow about him. I believe she was scarcely seventeen when she wasmarried to him: and he was barely one-and-twenty. He rented a smallfarm up in Cumberland, somewhere towards the sea-coast; but he wasperhaps too young and inexperienced to have the charge of land andcattle: anyhow, his affairs did not prosper, and he fell into illhealth, and died of consumption before they had been three years manand wife, leaving my mother a young widow of twenty, with a little...　

Donal Grantby George MacDonaldCHAPTER I.FOOT-FARING.It was a lovely morning in the first of summer. Donal Grant wasdescending a path on a hillside to the valley belowa sheep-trackof which he knew every winding as well as any boy his half-mile toand from school. But he had never before gone down the hill withthe feeling that he was not about to go up again. He was on his wayto pastures very new, and in the distance only negatively inviting.But his heart was too full to be troublednor was his a heart toharbour a care, the next thing to an evil spirit, though not quiteso bad; for one care may drive out another, while one devil is sureto bring in another....　

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.The action of the story covers a period of only a little over twelve months, but in order that the pic　

STORIES BY ENGLISH AUTHORS: LONDONFrom ScribnersCONTENTSTHE INCONSIDERATE WAITER, J. M. BarrieTHE BLACK POODLE, F. AnsteyTHAT BRUTE SIMMONS, Arthur MorrisonA ROSE OF THE GHETTO, I. ZangwillAN IDYL OF LONDON, Beatrice HarradenTHE OMNIBUS, "Q" [Quiller-Couch]THE HIRED BABY, Marie CorrelliTHE INCONSIDERATE WAITERBYJ. M. BARRIEFrequently I have to ask myself in the street for the name of the manI bowed to just now, and then, before I can answer, the wind of thefirst corner blows him from my memory. I have a theory, however, thatthose puzzling faces, which pass before I can see who cut the coat,...