The Rhythm of Life and Other EssaysThe Rhythm of Life andOther Essays1- Page 2-The Rhythm of Life and Other EssaysTHE RHYTHM OF LIFEIf life is not always poetical, it is at least metrical. Periodicity rulesover the mental experience of man, according to the path of the orbit of histhoughts. Distances are not gauged, ellipses not measured, velocities notascertained, times not known. Nevertheless, the recurrence is sure. Whatthe mind suffered last week, or last year, it does not suffer now; but it will...　

A YELLOW DOGI never knew why in the Western States of America a yellow dogshould be proverbially considered the acme of canine degradationand incompetency, nor why the possession of one should seriouslyaffect the social standing of its possessor. But the fact beingestablished, I think we accepted it at Rattlers Ridge withoutquestion. The matter of ownership was more difficult to settle;and although the dog I have in my mind at the present writingattached himself impartially and equally to everyone in camp, noone ventured to exclusively claim him; while, after theperpetration of any canine atrocity, everybody repudiated him withindecent haste....　

Lucastaby Richard LovelaceTOWILLIAM HAZLITT, ESQ., OF THE MIDDLE TEMPLE, A REGISTRAR OFTHE COURT OF BANKRUPTCY IN LONDON,This Little VolumeIS INSCRIBED AS A SLIGHT TESTIMONY OF THE GREATEST RESPECT,BY HIS AFFECTIONATE SON, THE EDITOR.CONTENTS.PART I.PAGEDedication 3Verses addressed to the Author 5I. Poems Addressed or Relating To Lucasta.Song. To Lucasta. Going beyond the Seas 25Song. To Lucasta. Going to the Warres 26...　

THE BIRTHMARKIn the latter part of the last century there lived a man ofscience, an eminent proficient in every branch of naturalphilosophy, who not long before our story opens had madeexperience of a spiritual affinity more attractive than anychemical one. He had left his laboratory to the care of anassistant, cleared his fine countenance from the furnace smoke,washed the stain of acids from his fingers, and persuaded abeautiful woman to become his wife. In those days when thecomparatively recent discovery of electricity and other kindredmysteries of Nature seemed to open paths into the region ofmiracle, it was not unusual for the love of science to rival the...　

TIMOLEON411?-337 B.C.by Plutarchtranslated by John DrydenIT was for the sake of others that I first commenced writingbiographies; but I find myself proceeding and attaching myself to itfor my own; the virtues of these great men serving me as a sort oflooking-glass, in which I may see how to adjust and adorn my own life.Indeed, it can be compared to nothing but daily living and associatingtogether; we receive, as it were, in our inquiry, and entertain eachsuccessive guest, view-"Their stature and their qualities,"...　

Glaucus/or The Wonders of the ShoreGlaucus/or The Wondersof the ShoreBy Chas Kingsley1- Page 2-Glaucus/or The Wonders of the ShoreYou are going down, perhaps, by railway, to pass your usual sixweeks at some watering-place along the coast, and as you roll alongthink more than once, and that not over-cheerfully, of what you shall dowhen you get there. You are half-tired, half-ashamed, of making one...　

THE GREAT WAR SYNDICATETHE GREAT WARSYNDICATEFRANK R. STOCKTONAuthor of "The Lady or the Tiger," "Rudder Grange," "The CastingAway of Mrs. Lecks and Mrs. Aleshine," "What Might Have BeenExpected," etc., etc.1- Page 2-THE GREAT WAR SYNDICATETHE GREAT WAR SYNDICATE.In the spring of a certain year, not far from the close of the nineteenthcentury, when the political relations between the United States and GreatBritain became so strained that careful observers on both sides of the...　

The Wreck of the Golden Maryby Charles DickensTHE WRECKI was apprenticed to the Sea when I was twelve years old, and I haveencountered a great deal of rough weather, both literal andmetaphorical. It has always been my opinion since I first possessedsuch a thing as an opinion, that the man who knows only one subjectis next tiresome to the man who knows no subject. Therefore, in thecourse of my life I have taught myself whatever I could, andalthough I am not an educated man, I am able, I am thankful to say,to have an intelligent interest in most things.A person might suppose, from reading the above, that I am in the...　

THE DEVOTION OF ENRIQUEZIn another chronicle which dealt with the exploits of "Chu Chu," aCalifornian mustang, I gave some space to the accomplishments ofEnriquez Saltillo, who assisted me in training her, and who wasalso brother to Consuelo Saitillo, the young lady to whom I hadfreely given both the mustang and my youthful affections. Iconsider it a proof of the superiority of masculine friendship thatneither the subsequent desertion of the mustang nor that of theyoung lady ever made the slightest difference to Enriquez or me inour exalted amity. To a wondering doubt as to what I ever couldpossibly have seen in his sister to admire he joined a tolerant...　

Philosophy of Natureby HegelTable of ContentsPreliminary§ 192 Nature has presented itself as the idea in the form of otherness.§ 193 Hence nature exhibits no freedom in its existence, but only necessity and contingency.§ 194 Nature is to be viewed as a system of stages, in which one stage necessarily arises fromthe other.§ 195 Nature is, in itself a living whole.§ 196 The idea as nature can be named mathematics, physics, and physiology.PART I: Mathematics§ 197 The immediate determination of nature is the abstract generality of itsself-externality,-Space.§ 198 The three dimensions are merely diverse and quite indeterminate....　

　　Chapter One Who I am　1　These are the things I know:　Outerbridge Island has briny water running beneath its rocks, a subterranean series of narrow channels between the Sound and the Atlantic.　You can see the entrances to these channels on the northern side of the island at low tide. These channels feed into the Great Salt Pond on the westerly side of the island before it empties into the sea. It was said that once-upon-a-time, a Dutch trading ship smashed up against the rocks, and local pirates fed upon the treasures found within the hold of the ship. The treasure, it is said, was buried in the narrow caverns. To add to the chill of this tale, it was also said that the pirates fed upon the　

　The solitary figure in the saffron robes shielded his eyes from the glare and squinted down the glacier to where the enormous black vessel lay, one-third submerged, in the floor of the valley. Allowing for the portion lost below the icy surface of the frozen lake it was easily some three hundred cubits long, at least fifty wide and another thirty high. It had, overall, the appearance of some fantastic barge with a kind of gabled house mounted upon its deck. Its gopher wood timbers were blackened by a heavy coating of pitch and hardened by the petrification of the glacier which had kept it virtually intact throughout the countless centuries. A great opening yawned in one side; several hundr