Chapter IX of Volume II (Chap. 32)ELIZABETH was sitting by herself the next morning, and writing to Jane, while Mrs. Collins and Maria were gone on business into the village, when she was startled by a ring at the door, the certain signal of a visitor. As she had heard no carriage, she thought it not unlikely to be Lady Catherine, and under that apprehension was putting away her half-finished letter that she might escape all impertinent questions, when the door opened, and to her very great surprise, Mr. Darcy, and Mr. Darcy only, entered the room.He seemed astonished too on finding her alone, and apologised for his intrusion by letting her know that he had understood all the ladies to be w　

SNOW-WHITE AND ROSE-REDA POOR widow once lived in a little cottage with agarden in front of it, in which grew two rose trees, onebearing white roses and the other red. She had twochildren, who were just like the two rose trees; one wascalled Snow-white and the other Rose-red, and they werethe sweetest and best children in the world, always diligentand always cheerful; but Snow-white was quieter andmore gentle than Rose-red. Rose-red loved to run aboutthe fields and meadows, and to pick flowers and catchbutterflies; but Snow-white sat at home with her motherand helped her in the household, or read aloud to her whenthere was no work to do. The two children loved each...　

The Cask of Amontilladoby Edgar Allen PoeThe thousand injuries of Fortunato I had borne as I bestcould, but when he ventured upon insult, I vowed revenge. You, whoso well know the nature of my soul, will not suppose, however, thatI gave utterance to a threat. At length I would be avenged;this was a point definitely settledbut the very definitivenesswith which it was resolved, precluded the idea of risk. I must notonly punish, but punish with impunity. A wrong is unredressed whenretribution overtakes its redresser. It is equally unredressedwhen the avenger fails to make himself felt as such to him who hasdone the wrong....　

ITALIAN WITHOUT A MASTERIt is almost a fortnight now that I am domiciled in a medievalvilla in the country, a mile or two from Florence. I cannot speakthe language; I am too old not to learn how, also too busy when Iam busy, and too indolent when I am not; wherefore some willimagine that I am having a dull time of it. But it is not so.The "help" are all natives; they talk Italian to me, I answerin English; I do not understand them, they do not understand me,consequently no harm is done, and everybody is satisfied. In orderto be just and fair, I throw in an Italian word when I have one,and this has a good influence. I get the word out of the morning paper....　

THE COMPARISON OF NUMA WITH LYCURGUSby Plutarchtranslated by John DrydenHAVING thus finished the lives of Lycurgus and Numa, we shall now,though the work be difficult, put together their points ofdifference as they lie here before our view. Their points oflikeness are obvious; their moderation, their religion, their capacityof government and discipline, their both deriving their laws andconstitutions from the gods. Yet in their common glories there arecircumstances of diversity; for first Numa accepted and Lycurgusresigned a kingdom; Numa received without desiring it, Lycurgus had it...　

The Experiences of a BandmasterBy John Philip SousaDuring eighteen years spent in playing music for the masses, twelveyears in the service of the United States and six in that of thegeneral public, many curious and interesting incidents have comeunder my observation.While conductor of the Marine Band, which plays at all the statefunctions given by the President at the Executive Mansion, I sawmuch of the social life of the White House and was brought intomore or less direct contact with all the executives under whom Ihad the honor of successively servingPresidents Hayes, Garfield,Arthur, Cleveland and Harrison.They were all very appreciative of music, and in this respect were...　

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVEThe June roses over the porch were awake bright and early on that morning, rejoicing with all their hearts in the cloudless sunshine, like friendly little neighbors, as they were. Quite flushed with excitement were their ruddy faces, as they swung in the wind, whispering to one another what they had seen, for some peeped in at the dining room windows where the feast was spread, some climbed up to nod and smile at the sisters as they dressed the bride, others waved a welcome to those who came and went on various errands in garden, porch, and hall, and all, from the rosiest full-blown flower to the palest baby bud, offered their tribute of beauty and fragrance to the gentle　

A LONELY RIDEAs I stepped into the Slumgullion stage I saw that it was a darknight, a lonely road, and that I was the only passenger. Let meassure the reader that I have no ulterior design in making thisassertion. A long course of light reading has forewarned me whatevery experienced intelligence must confidently look for from sucha statement. The storyteller who willfully tempts Fate by suchobvious beginnings; who is to the expectant reader in danger ofbeing robbed or half-murdered, or frightened by an escaped lunatic,or introduced to his ladylove for the first time, deserves to bedetected. I am relieved to say that none of these things occurred...　

FAIRY TALES OF HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSENTHE GIRL WHO TROD ON THE LOAFby Hans Christian AndersenTHERE was once a girl who trod on a loaf to avoid soiling hershoes, and the misfortunes that happened to her in consequence arewell known. Her name was Inge; she was a poor child, but proud andpresuming, and with a bad and cruel disposition. When quite a littlechild she would delight in catching flies, and tearing off theirwings, so as to make creeping things of them. When older, she wouldtake cockchafers and beetles, and stick pins through them. Then shepushed a green leaf, or a little scrap of paper towards their feet,...　

APPENDIX CThe College PrisonIt seems that the student may break a good many of the publiclaws without having to answer to the public authorities.His case must come before the University for trialand punishment. If a policeman catches him in an unlawfulact and proceeds to arrest him, the offender proclaims thathe is a student, and perhaps shows his matriculation card,whereupon the officer asks for his address, then goeshis way, and reports the matter at headquarters. If theoffense is one over which the city has no jurisdiction,the authorities report the case officially to the University,and give themselves no further concern about it....　

APPENDIX FGerman JournalsThe daily journals of Hamburg, Frankfort, Baden, Munich,and Augsburg are all constructed on the same general plan.I speak of these because I am more familiar with themthan with any other German papers. They contain no"editorials" whatever; no "personals"and this is rathera merit than a demerit, perhaps; no funny-paragraph column;no police-court reports; no reports of proceedingsof higher courts; no information about prize-fightsor other dog-fights, horse-races, walking-machines,yachting-contents, rifle-matches, or other sportingmatters of any sort; no reports of banquet speeches;no department of curious odds and ends of floating fact...　

THE NIGHTINGALE AND THE ROSE"She said that she would dance with me if I brought her red roses,"cried the young Student; "but in all my garden there is no redrose."From her nest in the holm-oak tree the Nightingale heard him, andshe looked out through the leaves, and wondered."No red rose in all my garden!" he cried, and his beautiful eyesfilled with tears. "Ah, on what little things does happinessdepend! I have read all that the wise men have written, and allthe secrets of philosophy are mine, yet for want of a red rose ismy life made wretched.""Here at last is a true lover," said the Nightingale. "Night after...