SUMMERCHAPTER ONE　　　　GRADUALLY THE girl came to the conclusion that she was ill. It could not be anything else.　　　　She pushed her way across the pavement, stood with her back against a brick wall, felt the rough surface scraping her skin through her blouse and jeans. The brickwork seemed to move, like a piece of automatically operated emery paper. Up, down, up, down. Her groping fingers found a doorpost, gripped it; it was moving too. Up, down, up, down, gyrating.　　　　People pushed past her, bumped into her. A woman clutched at her, almost pulled her down, but somehow she held on. Everybody was rushing, a seething mass of hastening humanity as though everybody was ill, that they were hurr　

George Cruikshankby William Makepeace ThackerayAccusations of ingratitude, and just accusations no doubt, are madeagainst every inhabitant of this wicked world, and the fact is, thata man who is ceaselessly engaged in its trouble and turmoil, bornehither and thither upon the fierce waves of the crowd, bustling,shifting, struggling to keep himself somewhat above waterfightingfor reputation, or more likely for bread, and ceaselessly occupiedto-day with plans for appeasing the eternal appetite of inevitablehunger to-morrowa man in such straits has hardly time to think ofanything but himself, and, as in a sinking ship, must make his own...　

The Army of the CumberlandBy Henry M. Cist, Brevet Brigadier-General U.S.V.; A. A. G. on the staff of Major-General Rosecrans, and the staff of Major-General Thomas; Secretary of the Society of the Army of the Cumberland.PrefaceThe scope of this work precluded the entering into details as to the minor operations of the troops in the commands named. It has even been impossible to give the movements of troops on the battlefields in lesser organizations than brigades. The rosters of the several armies given in full in the appendices will enable those interested to trace the movements of the minor commands.The subject is too great a one to be fully and justly treated within the limitations, b　

The Bravo of Venice - A Romanceby M. G. LewisINTRODUCTION.Matthew Gregory Lewis, who professed to have translated this romanceout of the German, very much, I believe, as Horace Walpole professedto have taken The Castle of Otranto from an old Italian manuscript,was born in 1775 of a wealthy family. His father had an estate inIndia and a post in a Government office. His mother was daughter toSir Thomas Sewell, Master of the Rolls in the reign of George III.She was a young mother; her son Matthew was devoted to her from thefirst. As a child he called her "Fanny," and as a man held firmlyby her when she was deserted by her husband. From Westminster...　

Lesser Hippiasby Plato (see Appendix I)Translated by Benjamin JowettAPPENDIX I.It seems impossible to separate by any exact line the genuine writings ofPlato from the spurious. The only external evidence to them which is ofmuch value is that of Aristotle; for the Alexandrian catalogues of acentury later include manifest forgeries. Even the value of theAristotelian authority is a good deal impaired by the uncertaintyconcerning the date and authorship of the writings which are ascribed tohim. And several of the citations of Aristotle omit the name of Plato, andsome of them omit the name of the dialogue from which they are taken....　

THE MONSTER MENTHE MONSTER MENEdgar Rice Burroughs1- Page 2-THE MONSTER MEN1 THE RIFTAs he dropped the last grisly fragment of the dismembered andmutilated body into the small vat of nitric acid that was to devour everytrace of the horrid evidence which might easily send him to the gallows,the man sank weakly into a chair and throwing his body forward upon hisgreat, teak desk buried his face in his arms, breaking into dry, moaning...　

MALBONE: AN OLDPORT ROMANCE.MALBONE: ANOLDPORT ROMANCE.by THOMAS WENTWORTH HIGGINSON."What is Nature unless there is an eventful human life passingwithin her?Many joys and many sorrows are the lights and shadows in whichshe shows most beautiful."THOREAU, MS. Diary.1- Page 2-MALBONE: AN OLDPORT ROMANCE.CHAPTER I.AN ARRIVAL.IT was one of the changing days of our Oldport midsummer. In the...　

The Augsburg ConfessionThe Confession of Faith:Which Was Submitted to His Imperial Majesty Charles VAt the Diet of Augsburg in the Year 1530by Philip Melanchthon, 1497-1560Preface to the Emperor Charles V.Most Invincible Emperor, Caesar Augustus, Most Clement Lord:Inasmuch as Your Imperial Majesty has summoned a Diet of theEmpire here at Augsburg to deliberate concerning measures againstthe Turk, that most atrocious, hereditary, and ancient enemy ofthe Christian name and religion, in what way, namely, effectuallyto withstand his furor and assaults by strong and lastingmilitary provision; and then also concerning dissensions in the...　

IN THE town there were two mutes, and they were alwaystogether. Early every morning they would come out fromthe house where they lived and walk arm in arm down thestreet to work. The two friends were very different. Theone who always steered the way was an obese anddreamy Greek. In the summer he would come outwearing a yellow or green polo shirt stuffed sloppily intohis trousers in front and hanging loose behind. When itwas colder he wore over this a shapeless gray sweater.His face was round and oily, with half-closed eyelids andlips that curved in a gentle, stupid smile. The other mutewas tall. His eyes had a quick, intelligent expression. Hewas always immaculate and very soberly dressed..　

THE NEW MCGUFFEY FIRST READERTHE NEW MCGUFFEYFIRST READER1- Page 2-THE NEW MCGUFFEY FIRST READERPREFACEThe New McGuffey First Reader has been prepared in conformitywith the latest and most approved ideas regarding the teaching of reading,and its lessons embody and illustrate the best features of the word, thephonic, and the sentence or thought methods.While all the stories in this book are new, or have been rewritten...　

THE UNDERGROUND WORKERSOn a bitter night somewhere between Christmas and the New Year, aman set out to walk to the neighbouring village. It was not manymiles off, but the snow was so thick that there were no roads, orwalls, or hedges left to guide him, and very soon he lost his wayaltogether, and was glad to get shelter from the wind behind athick juniper tree. Here he resolved to spend the night,thinking that when the sun rose he would be able to see his pathagain.So he tucked his legs snugly under him like a hedgehog, rolledhimself up in his sheepskin, and went to sleep. How long heslept, I cannot tell you, but after awhile he became aware thatsome one was gently shaking him, while a s　

The Village Watch-Towerby Kate Douglas WigginDear old apple-tree, under whose gnarled branches thesestories were written, to you I dedicate the book. My head wasso close to you, who can tell from whence the thoughts came?I only know that when all the other trees in the orchard were barren,there were always stories to be found under your branches, and so itis our joint book, dear apple-tree. Your pink blossoms have fallenon the page as I wrote; your ruddy fruit has dropped into my lap;the sunshine streamed through your leaves and tipped my pencil with gold.The birds singing in your boughs may have lent a sweet note hereand there; and do you remember the day when the gentle shower came?...