The Man From Glengarryby Ralph ConnorA TALE OF THE OTTAWADEDICATIONTO THE MEN OF GLENGARRY WHO IN PATIENCE, IN COURAGE AND IN THE FEAROF GOD ARE HELPING TO BUILD THE EMPIRE OF THE CANADIAN WEST THISBOOK IS HUMBLY DEDICATEDPREFACEThe solid forests of Glengarry have vanished, and with the foreststhe men who conquered them. The manner of life and the type ofcharacter to be seen in those early days have gone too, andforever. It is part of the purpose of this book to so picturethese men and their times that they may not drop quite out of mind.The men are worth remembering. They carried the marks of theirblood in their fierce passions, their courage, their loyalty; and...　

SolitudeThis is a delicious evening, when the whole body is one sense,and imbibes delight through every pore. I go and come with astrange liberty in Nature, a part of herself. As I walk along thestony shore of the pond in my shirt-sleeves, though it is cool aswell as cloudy and windy, and I see nothing special to attract me,all the elements are unusually congenial to me. The bullfrogs trumpto usher in the night, and the note of the whip-poor-will is borneon the rippling wind from over the water. Sympathy with thefluttering alder and poplar leaves almost takes away my breath; yet,like the lake, my serenity is rippled but not ruffled. These small...　

The White Peopleby Frances Hodgson BurnettTO LIONEL "The stars come nightly to the sky; The tidal wave unto the sea; Nor time, nor space, nor deep, nor high Can keep my own away from me."THE WHITE PEOPLECHAPTER IPerhaps the things which happened could only have happened to me. I do not know. I never heard of things like them happening to any one else. But I am not sorry they did happen. I am in secret deeply and strangely glad. I have heard other people say thingsand they were not always sad people, eitherwhich made me feel that if they knew what I know it would seem to them as though some awesome, heavy load they had always dragged about with them had fallen from their shoulders. To 　

William Ewart Gladstoneby James BryceCHAPTER I: INTRODUCTIONNo man has lived in our times of whom it is so hard to speak in aconcise and summary fashion as Mr. Gladstone. For forty years hewas so closely associated with the public affairs of his countrythat the record of his parliamentary life comes near to being anoutline of English politics. His activity spread itself out overmany fields. He was the author of several learned and thoughtfulbooks, and of a multitude of articles upon all sorts of subjects.He showed himself as eagerly interested in matters of classicalscholarship and Christian doctrine and ecclesiastical history as in...　

The White Mollby Frank L. PackardCONTENTSCHAPTERI. NIGHT IN THE UNDERWORLDII. SEVEN-THREE-NINEIII. ALIAS GYPSY NANIV. THE ADVENTURERV. A SECOND VISITORVI. THE RENDEZVOUSVII. FELLOW THIEVESVIII. THE CODE MESSAGEIX. ROOM NUMBER ELEVENX. ON THE BRINKXI. SOME OF THE LESSER BREEDXII. CROOKS vs. CROOKSXIII. THE DOOR ACROSS THE HALLXIV. THE LAME MANXV. IN THE COUNCIL CHAMBERXVI. THE SECRET PANELXVII. THE SILVER SPHINXXVIII. THE OLD SHEDXIX. BREAD UPON THE WATERS...　

An Enquiry Concerning Human Understandingby Davi HumeCONTENTSSection 1: Of the Different Species of PhilosophySection 2: Of the Origin of IdeasSection 3: Of the Association of IdeasSection 4: Sceptical Doubts concerning the Operationsof the UnderstandingSection 5: Sceptical Solution of these DoubtsSection 6: Of ProbabilitySection 7: Of the Idea of Necessary ConnexionSection 8: Of Liberty and NecessitySection 9: Of the Reason of AnimalsSection 10: Of MiraclesSection 11: Of a Particular Providence and of a FutureStateSection 12: Of the Academical or Sceptical Philosophy...　

420 BCTHE KNIGHTSby Aristophanesanonymous translatorCHARACTERS IN THE PLAYDEMOSTHENESNICIASAGORACRITUS, a Sausage-SellerCLEONDEMOSCHORUS OF KNIGHTSKNIGHTS(SCENE:-The Orchestra represents the Pnyx at Athens; in the back-ground is the house of DEMOS.)DEMOSTHENESOh! alas! alas! alas! Oh! woe! oh! woe! Miserable Paphlagonian!may the gods destroy both him and his cursed advice! Since that evilday when this new slave entered the house he has never ceased...　

Collected Articles of Frederick Douglassby Frederick DouglassIn the first narrative of my experience in slavery, written nearlyforty years ago, and in various writings since, I have giventhe public what I considered very good reasons for withholdingthe manner of my escape. In substance these reasons were, first,that such publication at any time during the existence of slaverymight be used by the master against the slave, and preventthe future escape of any who might adopt the same means that I did.The second reason was, if possible, still more binding to silence:the publication of details would certainly have put in perilthe persons and property of those who assisted. Murder itself was...　

The Darwinian Hypothesisby Thomas H. HuxleyDARWIN ON THE ORIGIN OF SPECIES.THERE is a growing immensity in the speculations of science to which nohuman thing or thought at this day is comparable. Apart from theresults which science brings us home and securely harvests, there is anexpansive force and latitude in its tentative efforts, which lifts usout of ourselves and transfigures our mortality. We may have apreference for moral themes, like the Homeric sage, who had seen andknown much:"Cities of menAnd manners, climates, councils, governments";yet we must end by confession that"The windy ways of menAre but dust which rises up...　

The Life of Flavius Josephusby Flavius JosephusTranslated by William Whiston1. The family from which I am derived is not an ignoble one, buthath descended all along from the priests; and as nobility amongseveral people is of a different origin, so with us to be of thesacerdotal dignity, is an indication of the splendor of a family.Now, I am not only sprung from a sacerdotal family in general,but from the first of the twenty-four (1) courses; and as amongus there is not only a considerable difference between one familyof each course and another, I am of the chief family of thatfirst course also; nay, further, by my mother I am of the royalblood; for the children of Asamoneus, from whom that 　

THESEUSLegendaryby Plutarchtranslated by John DrydenAs geographers, Sosius, crowd into the edges of their maps partsof the world which they do not know about, adding notes in themargin to the effect, that beyond this lies nothing but the sandydeserts full of wild beasts, unapproachable bogs, Scythian ice, or afrozen sea, so in this work of mine, in which I have compared thelives of the greatest men with one another, after passing throughthose periods which probable reasoning can reach to and real historyfind a footing in, I might very well say of those that are farther...　

NEGORE, THE COWARDHE had followed the trail of his fleeing people for eleven days,and his pursuit had been in itself a flight; for behind him he knewfull well were the dreaded Russians, toiling through the swampylowlands and over the steep divides, bent on no less than theextermination of all his people. He was travelling light. Arabbit-skin sleeping-robe, a muzzle-loading rifle, and a few poundsof sun-dried salmon constituted his outfit. He would havemarvelled that a whole people - women and children and aged - couldtravel so swiftly, had he not known the terror that drove them on.It was in the old days of the Russian occupancy of Alaska, when the...