- 1A BOOK OF SCOUNDRELSA BOOK OFSCOUNDRELSby CHARLES WHIBLEY1- 2A BOOK OF SCOUNDRELSINTRODUCTIONThere are other manifestations of greatness than to relieve suffering orto wreck an empire. Julius Csar and John Howard are not the onlyheroes who have smiled upon the world. In the supreme adaptation ofmeans to an end there is a constant nobility, for neither ambition nor virtueis the essential of a perfect action. How shall you contemplate withindifference the career of an artist whom genius or good guidance has...　

THE SEVEN POOR TRAVELLERSTHE SEVEN POORTRAVELLERSby Charles Dickens1- Page 2-THE SEVEN POOR TRAVELLERSCHAPTER IIN THE OLD CITYOF ROCHESTERStrictly speaking, there were only six Poor Travellers; but, being aTraveller myself, though an idle one, and being withal as poor as I hope tobe, I brought the number up to seven. This word of explanation is due atonce, for what says the inscription over the quaint old door?RICHARD WATTS, Esq. by his Will, dated 22 Aug. 1579, founded...　

THE CHILDRENTHE CHILDREN1- Page 2-THE CHILDRENFELLOW TRAVELLERS WITH ABIRD, I.To attend to a living child is to be baffled in your humour,disappointed of your pathos, and set freshly free from all the pre-occupations. You cannot anticipate him. Blackbirds, overheard year byyear, do not compose the same phrases; never two leitmotifs alike. Notthe tone, but the note alters. So with the uncovenated ways of a child...　

The Ninth Vibration, et. al.by L. Adams BeckCONTENTSTHE NINTH VIBRATIONTHE INTERPRETERA ROMANCE OF THE EASTTHE INCOMPARABLE LADYA STORY OF CHINA WITH A MORALTHE HATRED OF THE QUEENA STORY OF BURMAFIRE OF BEAUTYTHE BUILDING OF THE TAJ MAHAL"HOW GREAT IS THE GLORY OF KWANNON!""THE ROUND-FACED BEAUTY"THE NINTH VIBRATIONThere is a place uplifted nine thousand feet in purest air where one of the most ancient tracks in the world runs from India into Tibet. It leaves Simla of the Imperial councils by a stately road; it passes beyond, but now narrowing, climbing higher beside the khuds or steep drops to the precipitous valleys beneath, and the rumor of Simla grows distant and the way is quiet, for,　

THE HISTORY OF TROILUS AND CRESSIDATHE HISTORY OFTROILUS ANDCRESSIDAWilliam Shakespeare16021- Page 2-THE HISTORY OF TROILUS AND CRESSIDADRAMATIS PERSONAEPRIAM, King of Troy His sons: HECTOR TROILUS PARISDEIPHOBUS HELENUS MARGARELON, a bastard son of PriamTrojan commanders: AENEAS ANTENOR CALCHAS, a Trojan priest,taking part with the Greeks PANDARUS, uncle to Cressida...　

CHAPTER IWHICH TREATS OF THE CHARACTER AND PURSUITS OF THE FAMOUS GENTLEMANDON QUIXOTE OF LA MANCHAIN a village of La Mancha, the name of which I have no desire tocall to mind, there lived not long since one of those gentlemen thatkeep a lance in the lance-rack, an old buckler, a lean hack, and agreyhound for coursing. An olla of rather more beef than mutton, asalad on most nights, scraps on Saturdays, lentils on Fridays, and apigeon or so extra on Sundays, made away with three-quarters of hisincome. The rest of it went in a doublet of fine cloth and velvetbreeches and shoes to match for holidays, while on week-days he made abrave figure in his best homespun. He had in his house a houseke　

THE BEDFORD-ROW CONSPIRACYTHE BEDFORD-ROWCONSPIRACYThackeray1- Page 2-THE BEDFORD-ROW CONSPIRACYCHAPTER I.OF THE LOVES OF MR. PERKINS AND MISS GORGON, ANDOF THE TWO GREAT FACTIONS IN THE TOWN OFOLDBOROUGH."My dear John," cried Lucy, with a very wise look indeed, "it must andshall be so. As for Doughty Street, with our means, a house is out of thequestion. We must keep three servants, and Aunt Biggs says the taxes are...　

ELECBOOK CLASSICSBARNABYRUDGECharles Dickens- Page 2-BARNABYRUDGEA TALE OF THE RIOTSOF ‘EIGHTY’Charles Dickens- Page 3-Barnaby Rudge 4ContentsClick on number to go to ChapterChapter 1................................................................................................13Chapter 2................................................................................................33...　

RECALLED TO LIFECHAPTER IThe PeriodIt was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other wayin short, the period was so. far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.There were a king with a large jaw and a queen with a　

Letters to His Son, 1750by The Earl of ChesterfieldLETTERS TO HIS SONBy the EARL OF CHESTERFIELDon the Fine Art of becoming aMAN OF THE WORLDand aGENTLEMANLETTER CLONDON, January 8, O. S. 1750DEAR BOY: I have seldom or never written to you upon the subject of religion and morality; your own reason, I am persuaded, has given you true notions of both; they speak best for themselves; but if they wanted assistance, you have Mr. Harte at hand, both for precept and example; to your own reason, therefore, and to Mr. Harte, shall I refer you for the reality of both, and confine myself in this letter to the decency, the utility, and the necessity of scrupulously preserving the appearances of both. 　

TITUS ANDRONICUSTITUS ANDRONICUSWilliam Shakespeare1- Page 2-TITUS ANDRONICUSACT I.2- Page 3-TITUS ANDRONICUSSCENE I. Rome. Before the CapitolFlourish. Enter the TRIBUNES and SENATORS aloft; and then enterbelow SATURNINUS and his followers at one door, and BASSIANUSand his followers at the other, with drums and trumpetsSATURNINUS. Noble patricians, patrons of my right, Defend the...　

EvergreensEvergreensby Jerome K. Jerome1- Page 2-EvergreensThey look so dull and dowdy in the spring weather, when the snowdrops and the crocuses are putting on their dainty frocks of white andmauve and yellow, and the baby-buds from every branch are peeping withbright eyes out on the world, and stretching forth soft little leaves towardthe coming gladness of their lives. They stand apart, so cold and hardamid the stirring hope and joy that are throbbing all around them....