James Otis The Pre-Revolutionistby John Clark RidpathGreat Americans of HistoryBY JOHN CLARK RIDPATH, LL.D. AUTHOR OF A "Cyclopaedia of Universal History," "Great Races of Mankind," "Life and Times of William E. Gladstone," etc., etc.THE CHARACTER OF JAMES OTIS BY CHARLES K. EDMUNDS, Ph.D.WITH AN ESSAY ON THE PATRIOT BY G. MERCER ADAM Late Editor "Self-Culture" Magazine, Etc., Etc.TOGETHER WITH ANECDOTES, CHARACTERISTICS, AND CHRONOLOGYNear the northeast corner of the old Common of Boston a section of ground was put apart long before the beginning of the eighteenth century to be a burying ground for some of the heroic dead of the city of the Puritans. For some quaint reason or caprice this　

Bureaucracyby Honore de BalzacTranslated by Katharine Prescott WormeleyDEDICATIONTo the Comtesse Seraphina San Severino, with the respectfulhomage of sincere and deep admiration.De Balzac.BUREAUCRACYCHAPTER ITHE RABOURDIN HOUSEHOLDIn Paris, where men of thought and study bear a certain likeness toone another, living as they do in a common centre, you must have metwith several resembling Monsieur Rabourdin, whose acquaintance we areabout to make at a moment when he is head of a bureau in one of ourmost important ministries. At this period he was forty years old, with...　

The Story of a Pioneerby Anna Howard ShawBYANNA HOWARD SHAW, D.D., M.D.WITH THE COLLABORATION OFELIZABETH JORDANTHE STORY OF A PIONEERTOTHE WOMEN PIONEERSOF AMERICAThey cut a path through tangled underwoodOf old traditions, out to broader ways.They lived to here their work called brave and good,But oh! the thorns before the crown of bays.The world gives lashes to its PioneersUntil the goal is reachedthen deafening cheers.Adapted by ANNA HOWARD SHAW.CONTENTSI. FIRST MEMORIES...　

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 littlechild outside. It was crying and knocking at the door, whilst the rain...　

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Henry Ossian Flipper, The Colored Cadet at West Pointby Henry Ossian FlipperHenry Ossian Flipper, The Colored Cadet at West Point.Autobiography of Lieut. Henry Ossian Flipper, U.S.A., FirstGraduate of Color from the U.S. Military AcademyTOThe Faculty of Atlanta University, Atlanta, Ga.,AND TOTHE PRESIDENT IN PARTICULAR,TO WHOSE CAREFULMENTAL AND MORAL TRAINING OF MYSELF IS DUE ALLMY SUCCESS AT THE MILITARY ACADEMYAT WEST POINT, N. Y.,I AFFECTIONATELY DEDICATE THIS VOLUME,AS IN SOME SORTA TOKEN OF THAT HEARTFELT GRATITUDE WHICHI SO DEEPLY FEEL, BUT CAN SOPOORLY EXPRESS.CONTENTS.RETROSPECT, . . . . . . . . . . 7COMMUNICATIONS, ETC., . . . . . 17...　

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 DOCTORCHAPTER XII. IN WHICH I RECEIVE A WARNING AND REPOSE A TRUSTCHAPTER XIII. IN WHICH THE SANTA TERESA DROPS DOWN-STREAM...　

THE STORY OF BIG KLAUS AND LITTLE KLAUSIn a certain village there lived two people who had both the samename. Both were called Klaus, but one owned four horses and theother only one. In order to distinguish the one from the other,the one who had four horses was called Big Klaus, and the one whohad only one horse, Little Klaus. Now you shall hear what befellthem both, for this is a true story.The whole week through Little Klaus had to plough for Big Klaus,and lend him his one horse; then Big Klaus lent him his fourhorses, but only once a week, and that was on Sunday. Hurrah!how loudly Little Klaus cracked his whip over all the five...　

FAIRY TALES OF HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSENTHE LITTLE MATCH-SELLERby Hans Christian AndersenIT was terribly cold and nearly dark on the last evening of theold year, and the snow was falling fast. In the cold and the darkness,a poor little girl, with bare head and naked feet, roamed throughthe streets. It is true she had on a pair of slippers when she lefthome, but they were not of much use. They were very large, so large,indeed, that they had belonged to her mother, and the poor littlecreature had lost them in running across the street to avoid twocarriages that were rolling along at a terrible rate. One of the...　

EPILOGUEMOONSTONE again, in the year 1909. The Metho-dists are giving an ice-cream sociable in the groveabout the new court-house. It is a warm summer night offull moon. The paper lanterns which hang among thetrees are foolish toys, only dimming, in little lurid circles,the great softness of the lunar light that floods the blueheavens and the high plateau. To the east the sand hillsshine white as of old, but the empire of the sand is grad-ually diminishing. The grass grows thicker over the dunesthan it used to, and the streets of the town are harder and...　

THE HISTORY OF HERODOTUSby Herodotustranslated by George RawlinsonThe First Book, EntitledCLIOTHESE are the researches of Herodotus of Halicarnassus, which he publishes, in the hope of thereby preserving from decay the remembrance of what men have done, and of preventing the great and wonderful actions of the Greeks and the Barbarians from losing their due meed of glory; and withal to put on record what were their grounds of feuds. According to the Persians best informed in history, the Phoenicians began to quarrel. This people, who had formerly dwelt on the shores of the Erythraean Sea, having migrated to the Mediterranean and settled in the parts which they now inhabit, began at once,　

The Consulby Richard Harding DavisFor over forty years, in one part of the world or another, old manMarshall had, served his country as a United States consul. He hadbeen appointed by Lincoln. For a quarter of a century that fact washis distinction. It was now his epitaph. But in former years, aseach new administration succeeded the old, it had again and againsaved his official head. When victorious and voraciousplace-hunters, searching the map of the world for spoils, dug outhis hiding-place and demanded his consular sign as a reward for ayounger and more aggressive party worker, the ghost of the deadPresident protected him. In the State Department, Marshall had...