R. F. Murray: His Poems with a Memoir by Andrew Langby R. F. Murray/Andrew LangR. F. MURRAY1863-1893Much is written about success and failure in the career ofliterature, about the reasons which enable one man to reach thefront, and another to earn his livelihood, while a third, inappearance as likely as either of them, fails and, perhaps, faintsby the way. Mr. R. F. Murray, the author of The Scarlet Gown, wasamong those who do not attain success, in spite of qualities whichseem destined to ensure it, and who fall out of the ranks. To him,indeed, success and the rewards of this world, money, and praise,did by no means seem things to be snatched at. To him success meant...　

The Author of Beltraffioby Henry JamesCHAPTER IMuch as I wished to see him I had kept my letter of introductionthree weeks in my pocket-book. I was nervous and timid aboutmeeting himconscious of youth and ignorance, convinced that he wastormented by strangers, and especially by my country-people, and notexempt from the suspicion that he had the irritability as well as thedignity of genius. Moreover, the pleasure, if it should occurforI could scarcely believe it was near at handwould be so great thatI wished to think of it in advance, to feel it there against mybreast, not to mix it with satisfactions more superficial and usual.In the little game of new sensations that I was playing with　

　An Unexpected Party　In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means fort.　It had a perfectly round door like a porthole, painted green, with a shiny yellow brass knob in the exact middle. The door opened on to a tube-shaped hall like a tunnel: a very fortable tunnel without smoke, with panelled walls, and floors tiled and carpeted, provided with polished chairs, and lots and lots of pegs for hats and coats - the hobbit was fond of visitors. The tunnel wound on and on, going fairly but not quite straigh　

　THE RED CARPET　　THERE are moments of great luxury in the life of a secret agent. There are assignments on which he is required to act the part of a very rich man; occasions when he takes refuge in good living to efface the memory of danger and the shadow of death; and times when, as was now the case, he is a guest in the territory of an allied Secret Service.　From the moment the BOAC Stratocruiser taxied up to the International Air Terminal at Idlewild, James Bond was treated like royalty.　When he left the aircraft with the other passengers he had resigned himself to the notorious purgatory of the US Health, Immigration and Customs machinery. At least an hour, he thought, of overheated, dr　

THE AMERICAN NEGROHIS HISTORY AND LITERATURERUNNING A THOUSAND MILES FOR FREEDOMWilliam and Ellen CraftRUNNING A THOUSAND MILES FOR FREEDOM OR, THE ESCAPE OF WILLIAM AND ELLEN CRAFT FROM SLAVERY."Slaves cannot breathe in England: if their lungs Receive our air, that moment they are free; They touch our country, and their shackles fall."COWPERRUNNING A THOUSAND MILES FOR FREEDOMPREFACE.HAVING heard while in Slavery that "God made of one blood all nations of men," and also that the American Declaration of Independence says, that "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal; that they are endowed by their Creator with certain inalienable rights; that among these, 　

THE BLACK DWARFTHE BLACK DWARFWalter Scott, Bart.1- Page 2-THE BLACK DWARFI. TALES OF MY LANDLORDCOLLECTED AND REPORTED BY JEDEDIAH CLEISHBOTHAM,SCHOOLMASTER AND PARISH-CLERK OF GANDERCLEUGH.INTRODUCTION.As I may, without vanity, presume that the name and officialdescription prefixed to this Proem will secure it, from the sedate andreflecting part of mankind, to whom only I would be understood to...　

ONE BASKETONE BASKETTHIRTY-ONE SHORT STORIESEDNA FERBER1- Page 2-ONE BASKETThe Woman Who Tried to Be Good[1913]Before she tried to be a good woman she had been a very badwomanso bad that she could trail her wonderful apparel up and downMain Street, from the Elm Tree Bakery to the railroad tracks, without oncehaving a man doff his hat to her or a woman bow. You passed her on thestreet with a surreptitious glance, though she was well worth looking at...　

Green Mansions A Romance of the Tropical Forestby W. H. HudsonFOREWORDI take up pen for this foreword with the fear of one who knows that he cannot do justice to his subject, and the trembling of one who would not, for a good deal, set down words unpleasing to the eye of him who wrote Green Mansions, The Purple Land, and all those other books which have meant so much to me. For of all living authorsnow that Tolstoi has gone I could least dispense with W. H. Hudson. Why do I love his writing so? I think because he is, of living writers that I read, the rarest spirit, and has the clearest gift of conveying to me the nature of that spirit. Writers are to their readers little new worlds to b　

THE FORTUNE HUNTERTHE FORTUNEHUNTERBy DAVID GRAHAM PHILLIPS1- Page 2-THE FORTUNE HUNTERCHAPTER IENTER MR. FEUERSTEINOn an afternoon late in April Feuerstein left his boarding-house inEast Sixteenth Street, in the block just beyond the eastern gates ofStuyvesant Square, and paraded down Second Avenue.A romantic figure was Feuerstein, of the German Theater stockcompany. He was tall and slender, and had large, handsome features....　

The Letters of Robert Louis Stevenson, Volume IICHAPTER VIII - LIFE AT BOURNEMOUTH, CONTINUED, JANUARY 1886-JULY 1887Letter: TO MRS. DE MATTOS[SKERRYVORE, BOURNEMOUTH], JANUARY 1ST, 1886.DEAREST KATHARINE, - Here, on a very little book and accompaniedwith lame verses, I have put your name. Our kindness is nowgetting well on in years; it must be nearly of age; and it getsmore valuable to me with every time I see you. It is not possibleto express any sentiment, and it is not necessary to try, at leastbetween us. You know very well that I love you dearly, and that Ialways will. I only wish the verses were better, but at least you...　

CHAPTER VIPig and PepperFor a minute or two she stood looking at the house, andwondering what to do next, when suddenly a footman in livery camerunning out of the wood(she considered him to be a footmanbecause he was in livery: otherwise, judging by his face only,she would have called him a fish)and rapped loudly at the doorwith his knuckles. It was opened by another footman in livery,with a round face, and large eyes like a frog; and both footmen,Alice noticed, had powdered hair that curled all over theirheads. She felt very curious to know what it was all about, andcrept a little way out of the wood to listen....　

350 BCTHE ATHENIAN CONSTITUTIONby Aristotletranslated by Sir Frederic G. KenyonPart 1...[They were tried] by a court empanelled from among the noble families, and sworn upon the sacrifices. The part of accuser was taken by Myron. They were found guilty of the sacrilege, and their bodies were cast out of their graves and their race banished for evermore. In view of this expiation, Epimenides the Cretan performed a purification of the city.Part 2After this event there was contention for a long time between the upper classes and the populace. Not only was the constitution at this time oligarchical in every respect, but the poorer classes, men, women, and children, were the serfs of the