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..　

Three Dialogues Between Hylas and PhilonousGeorge Berkeley1713THREE DIALOGUESBetweenHYLAS AND PHILONOUSThe Design of which is Plainly to Demonstrate the Reality andPerfection ofHUMAN KNOWLEDGEThe Incorporeal Nature of the...　

Lachesby PlatoTranslated by Benjamin JowettINTRODUCTION.Lysimachus, the son of Aristides the Just, and Melesias, the son of theelder Thucydides, two aged men who live together, are desirous of educatingtheir sons in the best manner. Their own education, as often happens withthe sons of great men, has been neglected; and they are resolved that theirchildren shall have more care taken of them, than they received themselvesat the hands of their fathers.At their request, Nicias and Laches have accompanied them to see a mannamed Stesilaus fighting in heavy armour. The two fathers ask the two...　

HERETICSbyGilbert K. Chesterton"To My Father"The AuthorGilbert Keith Chesterton was born in London, England on the 29thof May, 1874. Though he considered himself a mere "rollicking journalist,"he was actually a prolific and gifted writer in virtually every areaof literature. A man of strong opinions and enormously talentedat defending them, his exuberant personality nevertheless allowedhim to maintain warm friendships with peoplesuch as George BernardShaw and H. G. Wellswith whom he vehemently disagreed....　

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...　

THERE ARE NO GUILTY PEOPLEIMINE is a strange and wonderful lot! Thechances are that there is not a single wretchedbeggar suffering under the luxury and oppressionof the rich who feels anything like as keenly as Ido either the injustice, the cruelty, and the horrorof their oppression of and contempt for the poor;or the grinding humiliation and misery whichbefall the great majority of the workers, the realproducers of all that makes life possible. I havefelt this for a long time, and as the years havepassed by the feeling has grown and grown, untilrecently it reached its climax. Although I feel allthis so vividly, I still live on amid the depravity...　

A NATIONAL AGRICULTURAL SOCIETY_To Sir John Sinclair__Washington, June 30, 1803_DEAR SIR, It is so long since I have had the pleasure ofwriting to you, that it would be vain to look back to dates toconnect the old and the new. Yet I ought not to pass over myacknowledgments to you for various publications received from time totime, and with great satisfaction and thankfulness. I send you asmall one in return, the work of a very unlettered farmer, yetvaluable, as it relates plain facts of importance to farmers. Youwill discover that Mr. Binns is an enthusiast for the use of gypsum.But there are two facts which prove he has a right to be so: 1. He...　

THE SPIRIT OF THE BORDERA ROMANCE OF THE EARLY SETTLERS IN THE OHIO VALLEYBY ZANE GREY1906To my brotherWith many fond recollections of days spent in the solitude of the forestswhere only can be satisfied that wild fever of freedom of which this booktells; where to hear the whirr of a wild duck in his rapid flight is joy;where the quiet of an autumn afternoon swells the heart, and where one maywatch the fragrant wood-smoke curl from the campfire, and see the starspeepover dark, wooded hills as twilight deepens, and know a happiness that dwellsin the wilderness alone.IntroductionThe author does not intend to apologize for what many readers may call the...　

PART VIKRONBORGIIt is a glorious winter day. Denver, standing on herhigh plateau under a thrilling green-blue sky, is maskedin snow and glittering with sunlight. The Capitol buildingis actually in armor, and throws off the shafts of the sununtil the beholder is dazzled and the outlines of the buildingare lost in a blaze of reflected light. The stone terrace is awhite field over which fiery reflections dance, and the treesand bushes are faithfully repeated in snowon everyblack twig a soft, blurred line of white. From the terrace...　

THE CRISIS IN RUSSIATHE CRISIS IN RUSSIAby ARTHUR RANSOMETO WILLIAM PETERS OF ABERDEEN1- Page 2-THE CRISIS IN RUSSIAINTRODUCTIONTHE characteristic of a revolutionary country is that change is aquicker process there than elsewhere. As the revolution recedes into thepast the process of change slackens speed. Russia is no longer the dizzyingkaleidoscope that it was in 1917. No longer does it change visibly from...