ReadingWith a little more deliberation in the choice of their pursuits,all men would perhaps become essentially students and observers, forcertainly their nature and destiny are interesting to all alike. Inaccumulating property for ourselves or our posterity, in founding afamily or a state, or acquiring fame even, we are mortal; but indealing with truth we are immortal, and need fear no change noraccident. The oldest Egyptian or Hindoo philosopher raised a cornerof the veil from the statue of the divinity; and still the tremblingrobe remains raised, and I gaze upon as fresh a glory as he did,since it was I in him that was then so bold, and it is he in me that...
Sheby H. Ryder HaggardCHAPTER IMY VISITORTHERE are some events of which each circumstance andsurrounding detail seems to be graven on the memory insuch fashion that we cannot forget it, and so it iswith the scene that I am about to describe. It risesas clearly before my mind at this moment as though ithad happened yesterday.It was in this very month something over twenty yearsago that I, Ludwig Horace Holly, was sitting one nightin my rooms at Cambridge, grinding away at somemathematical work, I forget what. I was to go up formy fellowship within a week, and was expected by mytutor and my college generally to distinguish myself....
ANNE of the ISLANDbyLucy Maud Montgomerytoall the girls all over the worldwho have "wanted more" aboutANNEAll precious things discovered lateTo those that seek them issue forth,For Love in sequel works with Fate,And draws the veil from hidden worth.-TENNYSONTable of ContentsI The Shadow of Change . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 9...
Egypt (La Mort De Philae)by Pierre LotiTranslated from the French by W. P. BAINESCHAPTER IA WINTER MIDNIGHT BEFORE THE GREAT SPHINXA night wondrously clear and of a colour unknown to our climate; aplace of dreamlike aspect, fraught with mystery. The moon of a brightsilver, which dazzles by its shining, illumines a world which surelyis no longer ours; for it resembles in nothing what may be seen inother lands. A world in which everything is suffused with rosy colorbeneath the stars of midnight, and where granite symbols rise up,ghostlike and motionless.Is that a hill of sand that rises yonder? One can scarcely tell, for...
FAIRY TALES OF HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSENLITTLE TUKby Hans Christian AndersenYES, they called him Little Tuk, but it was not his real name;he had called himself so before he could speak plainly, and he meantit for Charles. It was all very well for those who knew him, but notfor strangers.Little Tuk was left at home to take care of his little sister,Gustava, who was much younger than himself, and he had to learn hislessons at the same time, and the two things could not very well beperformed together. The poor boy sat there with his sister on his lap,and sung to her all the songs he knew, and now and then he looked into...
Appendix to History of Friedrich II of Prussiaby Thomas CarlyleThis Piece, it would seem, was translated sixteen years ago;some four or five years before any part of the present HISTORY OFFRIEDRICH got to paper. The intercalated bits of Commentary were,as is evident, all or mostly written at the same time:these also,though they are now become, in parts, SUPERFLUOUS to a reader thathas been diligent, I have not thought of changing, where notcompelled. Here and there, especially in the Introductory Part,some slight additions have crept in;which the above kind ofreader will possibly enough detect; and may even have, for friendlyreasons, some vestige of interest in assigning to their new date..
A Question of Latitudeby Richard Harding DavisOf the school of earnest young writers at whom the word muckrakerhad been thrown in opprobrium, and by whom it had been caught up asa title of honor, Everett was among the younger and lessconspicuous. But, if in his skirmishes with graft and corruptionhe had failed to correct the evils he attacked, from the contestshe himself had always emerged with credit. His sincerity and hismethods were above suspicion. No one had caught him inmisstatement, or exaggeration. Even those whom he attacked,admitted he fought fair. For these reasons, the editors ofmagazines, with the fear of libel before their eyes, regarded him...
Balladsby Robert Louis StevensonTHE SONG OF RAHEROA LEGEND OF TAHITITO ORI A ORIORI, my brother in the island mode,In every tongue and meaning much my friend,This story of your country and your clan,In your loved house, your too much honoured guest,I made in English. Take it, being done;And let me sign it with the name you gave.TERIITERA.I. THE SLAYING OF TAMATEAIT fell in the days of old, as the men of Taiarapu tell,A youth went forth to the fishing, and fortune favoured him well.Tamatea his name: gullible, simple, and kind,Comely of countenance, nimble of body, empty of mind,...
AFTER THE DANCE"AND you say that a man cannot, of himself,understand what is good and evil; that it is allenvironment, that the environment swamps theman. But I believe it is all chance. Take myown case . . ."Thus spoke our excellent friend, Ivan Vasilie-vich, after a conversation between us on the impos-sibility of improving individual character withouta change of the conditions under which men live.Nobody had actually said that one could not ofoneself understand good and evil; but it was ahabit of Ivan Vasilievich to answer in this way thethoughts aroused in his own mind by conversation,and to illustrate those thoughts by relating inci-dents in his own life. He often quite forgot the..
The Trampling of the Liliesby Rafael SabatiniCONTENTSPART ITHE OLD RULECHAPTERI. MONSIEUR THE SECRETARYII. LORDS OF LIFE AND DEATHIII. THE WORD OF BELLECOURIV. THE DISCIPLES OF ROUSSEAUPART IITHE NEW RULEV. THE SHEEP TURNED WOLVESVI. THE CITIZEN COMMISSIONERVII. LA BOULAYE DISCHARGES A DEBTVIII. THE INVALIDS AT BOISVERTIX. THE CAPTIVESX. THE BAISER LAMOURETTEXI. THE ESCAPEXII. THE AWAKENINGXIII. THE ROAD TO LIEGEXIV. THE COURIERXV. LA BOULAYE BAITS HIS HOOKPART IIITHE EVERLASTING RULEXVI. CECILE DESHAIX...
The Tale of Balenby Algernon Charles SwinburneDEDICATIONTO MY MOTHERLove that holds life and death in fee,Deep as the clear unsounded seaAnd sweet as life or death can be,Lays here my hope, my heart, and meBefore you, silent, in a song.Since the old wild tale, made new, found grace,When half sung through, before your face,It needs must live a springtide space,While April suns grow strong.March 24, 1896.THE TALE OF BALENIn hawthorn-time the heart grows light,The world is sweet in sound and sight,Glad thoughts and birds take flower and flight,The heather kindles toward the light,The whin is frankincense and flame.And be it for strife or be it for love...
Myths and Legends of the Siouxby Marie L. McLaughlinIn loving memory of my mother,MARY GRAHAM BUISSON,at whose knee most of the storiescontained in this little volumewere told to me, this book is affec-tionately dedicatedTABLE OF CONTENTSDedicationForewordThe Forgotten Ear of CornThe Little MiceThe Pet RabbitThe Pet DonkeyThe Rabbit and the ElkThe Rabbit and the Grouse GirlsThe Faithful LoversThe Artichoke and the MuskratThe Rabbit, and the Bear with the Flint BodyStory of the Lost WifeThe Raccoon and the CrawfishLegend of Standing RockStory of the Peace Pipe...