CHAPTER FORTY-FIVEI cannot feel that I have done my duty as humble historian of the March family, without devoting at least one chapter to the two most precious and important members of it. Daisy and Demi had now arrived at years of discretion, for in this fast age babies of three or four assert their rights, and get them, too, which is more than many of their elders do. If there ever were a pair of twins in danger of being utterly spoiled by adoration, it was these prattling Brookes. Of course they were the most remarkable children ever born, as will be shown when I mention that they walked at eight months, talked fluently at twelve months, and at two years they took their places at table,　

To be Read at Duskby Charles DickensOne, two, three, four, five. There were five of them.Five couriers, sitting on a bench outside the convent on the summitof the Great St. Bernard in Switzerland, looking at the remoteheights, stained by the setting sun as if a mighty quantity of redwine had been broached upon the mountain top, and had not yet hadtime to sink into the snow.This is not my simile. It was made for the occasion by thestoutest courier, who was a German. None of the others took anymore notice of it than they took of me, sitting on another bench onthe other side of the convent door, smoking my cigar, like them,...　

　　It was the same old rigmarole. Sometimes I found it amusing; sometimes it only bored me; sometimes it gave me a pronounced pain, especially when I had had more of Wolfe than was good for either of us.　　This time it was fairly funny at first, but it developed along regrettable lines. Mr. Jasper Pine, president of Naylor-Kerr, Inc., 914 William Street, down where a thirty-story building is a shanty, wanted Nero Wolfe to e to see him about something. I explained patiently, all about Wolfe being too lazy, too big and fat, and too much of a genius, to let himself be evoked. When Mr. Pine phoned again, in the afternoon, he insisted on speaking to Wolfe himself, and Wolfe made it short, sour, an　

Miss Sarah Jack, of Spanish Town, Jamaicaby Anthony TrollopeThere is nothing so melancholy as a country in its decadence, unlessit be a people in their decadence. I am not aware that the lattermisfortune can be attributed to the Anglo-Saxon race in any part ofthe world; but there is reason to fear that it has fallen on anEnglish colony in the island of Jamaica.Jamaica was one of those spots on which fortune shone with the fullwarmth of all her noonday splendour. That sun has set;whether forever or no none but a prophet can tell; but as far as a plain man maysee, there are at present but few signs of a coming morrow, or ofanother summer.It is not just or proper that one should grieve over 　

The Red Acornby John McElroyPrefaceThe name given this story is that made glorious by the valor and achievements of the splendid First Division of the Fourteenth Army Corps, the cognizance of which was a crimson acorn, worn on the breasts of its gallant soldiers, and borne upon their battle flags. There are few gatherings of men into which one can go to-day without finding some one wearing, as his most cherished ornament, a red acorn, frequently wrought in gold and studded with precious stones, and which tells that its wearer is a veteran of Mill Springs, Perryville, Shiloh, Corinth, Stone River, Chickamauga, Mission Ridge, Atlanta, Jonesville, March to the Sea, and Bentonville....　

Modern Custom and Ancient Laws of Russiaby Maxime Kovalevsky1891Lecture IIIThe Past and Present of the Russian Village CommunityFew questions of history are debated in our days as that ofthe origin of village communities. French, English, and Germanscholars, to say nothing of Russians and Americans, havepublished whole volumes in order to prove either the existence ornon-existence of village communities in that period of evolutionwhich is generally known as patriarchal.The acute German observer, Baron Haxthausen, who was thefirst to describe to European readers the social and economiccharacter of the Russian mir, was probably quite unconscious of...　

Tales for Fifteen: or, Imagination and Heartby James Fenimore Cooper (writing under thepseudonym of "Jane Morgan")NEW-YORKC. WILEY, 3 WALL STREETJ. Seymour, printer1823Southern District of New-York ss.BE IT REMEMBERED, That on the thirteenth day ofJune, in the forty-seventh year of the Independenceof the United States of America, Charles Wiley, ofthe said District, hath deposited in this office thetitle of a Book, the right whereof he claims asproprietor, in the words and figures following, towit:"Tales for Fifteen; or Imagination and Heart.By Jane Morgan."In conformity with the Act of Congress of theUnited States entitled, "An Act for the...　

On Public Creditby David HumeIt appears to have been the common practice of antiquity,make provision, during peace, for the necessities of war, and tohoard up treasures before-hand, as the instruments either ofconquest or defence; without trusting to extraordinaryimpositions, much less to borrowing, in times of disorder andconfusion. Besides the immense sums above mentioned, which wereamassed by ATHENS, and by the PTOLEMIES, and other successors ofALEXANDER; we learn from PLATO, that the frugal LACEDEMONIANS hadalso collected a great treasure; and ARRIAN and PLUTARCH takenotice of the riches which ALEXANDER got possession of on theconquest of SUSA and ECBATANA, and which were reserved, some　

The Well of the Saintsby J. M. SyngeA Comedy in Three ActsSCENESome lonely mountainous district in the east of Ireland one ormore centuries ago.THE WELL OF THE SAINTS was first produced in the Abbey Theatre inFebruary, 1905, by the Irish National Theatre Society, under thedirection of W. G. Fay, and with the following cast.Martin Doul W. G. FAYMary Doul EMMA VERNONTimmy GEORGE ROBERTSMolly Byrne SARA ALLGOODBride MAIRE NIC SHIUBHLAIGHMat Simon P. MAC SHIUBHLAIGHThe Saint F. J. FAYOTHER GIRLS AND MENMARTIN DOUL, weather-beaten, blind beggar...　

Notes from the Undergroundby Feodor DostoevskyPART IUNDERGROUND**The author of the diary and the diary itself are, of course,imaginary. Nevertheless it is clear that such persons as thewriter of these notes not only may, but positively must, exist inour society, when we consider the circumstances in the midst ofwhich our society is formed. I have tried to expose to the viewof the public more distinctly than is commonly done, one of thecharacters of the recent past. He is one of the representativesof a generation still living. In this fragment, entitled"Underground," this person introduces himself and his views, and,...　

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Addressesby Henry DrummondIntroductoryI was staying with a party of friends in a country house during myvisit to England in 1884. On Sunday evening as we sat around thefire, they asked me to read and expound some portion of Scripture.Being tired after the services of the day, I told them to ask HenryDrummond, who was one of the party. After some urging he drew asmall Testament from his hip pocket, opened it at the 13th chapterof I Corinthians, and began to speak on the subject of Love.It seemed to me that I had never heard anything so beautiful, andI determined not to rest until I brought Henry Drummond to Northfield...