390 BCTHE ECCLESIAZUSAEby Aristophanesanonymous translatorCHARACTERS IN THE PLAYPRAXAGORABLEPYRUS, husband of PraxagoraWOMENA MANCHREMESA CITIZENHERALDA GIRLA YOUNG MANTHREE OLD WOMENA SERVANT MAID to PRAXAGORACHORUS OF WOMENECCLESIAZUSAE(SCENE:-The Orchestra represents a public square in Athens; in thebackground are two houses with an alley between them.)PRAXAGORA(swinging the lantern, which is to be a signal for the other...　

The Burning Spearby John GalsworthyBeing the Experiences of Mr. John Lavender in the Time of WarRecorded by: A. R. PM [John Galsworthy][NOTE: John Galsworthy said of this work: "The Burning Spear" was revengeof the nerves. Was it bad enough to have to bear the dreads and strainsand griefs of war." Several years after its first publication headmitted authorship and it was included in the collected edition of hisworks D.W.]"With a heart of furious fancies,Whereof I am commander,With a burning spear and a horse of airIn the wilderness I wander;With a night of ghosts and shadows...　

The Cruise of the Dolphinby Thomas Bailey Aldrich( An episode from The Story of a Bad Boy, the narrator being TomBailey, the hero of the tale.)Every Rivermouth boy looks upon the sea as being in some way mixedup with his destiny. While he is yet a baby lying in his cradle, hehears the dull, far-off boom of the breakers; when he is older, hewanders by the sandy shore, watching the waves that come plungingup the beach like white-maned sea-horses, as Thoreau calls them;his eye follows the lessening sail as it fades into the bluehorizon, and he burns for the time when he shall stand on thequarter-deck of his own ship, and go sailing proudly across thatmysterious waste of waters....　

1872FAIRY TALES OF HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSENTHE STORKSby Hans Christian AndersenON the last house in a little village the storks had built a nest,and the mother stork sat in it with her four young ones, who stretchedout their necks and pointed their black beaks, which had not yetturned red like those of the parent birds. A little way off, on theedge of the roof, stood the father stork, quite upright and stiff; notliking to be quite idle, he drew up one leg, and stood on the other,so still that it seemed almost as if he were carved in wood. "Itmust look very grand," thought he, "for my wife to have a sentryguarding her nest. They do not know that I am her husband; they will...　

R. F. Murray: His Poems with a Memoir by Andrew Langby R. F. Murray/Andrew LangMuch is written about success and failure in the career of literature, about the reasons which enable one man to reach the front, and another to earn his livelihood, while a third, in appearance as likely as either of them, fails and, perhaps, faints by the way. Mr. R. F. Murray, the author of The Scarlet Gown, was among those who do not attain success, in spite of qualities which seem 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 earning by his pen the very mode　

The Professor at the Breakfast Tableby Oliver Wendell HolmesPREFACE TO REVISED EDITION.The reader of to-day will not forget, I trust, that it is nearly aquarter of a century since these papers were written. Statementswhich were true then are not necessarily true now. Thus, the speedof the trotting horse has been so much developed that the record ofthe year when the fastest time to that date was given must be veryconsiderably altered, as may be seen by referring to a note on page49 of the "Autocrat." No doubt many other statements and opinionsmight be more or less modified if I were writing today instead ofhaving written before the war, when the world and I were both more...　

Riders of the Purple Sageby Zane GreyCHAPTER I. LASSITERA sharp clip-crop of iron-shod hoofs deadened and died away, and clouds of yellow dust drifted from under the cottonwoods out over the sage.Jane Withersteen gazed down the wide purple slope with dreamy and troubled eyes. A rider had just left her and it was his message that held her thoughtful and almost sad, awaiting the churchmen who were coming to resent and attack her right to befriend a Gentile.She wondered if the unrest and strife that had lately come to the little village of Cottonwoods was to involve her. And then she sighed, remembering that her father had founded this remotest border settlement of southern Utah and that he ha　

applications to social philosophyby John Stuart MillPreliminary RemarksIn every department of human affairs, Practice long precedesScience systematic enquiry into the modes of action of the powersof nature, is the tardy product of a long course of efforts touse those powers for practical ends. The conception, accordingly,of Political Economy as a branch of science is extremely modern;but the subject with which its enquiries are conversant has inall ages necessarily constituted one of the chief practicalinterests of mankind, and, in some, a most unduly engrossing one.That subject is Wealth. Writers on Political Economy profess...　

DEMETRIUS337?-283 B.C.by Plutarchtranslated by John DrydenINGENIOUS men have long observed a resemblance between the arts and the bodily senses. And they were first led to do so, I think, by noticing the way in which, both in the arts and with our senses, we examine opposites. Judgment once obtained, the use to which we put it differs in the two cases. Our senses are not meant to pick out black rather than white, to prefer sweet to bitter, or soft and yielding to hard and resisting objects; all they have to do is to receive impressions as they occur, and report to the understanding the impressions as received. The arts, on the other hand, which reason inst　

The Red Innby Honore de BalzacTranslated by Katharine Prescott WormeleyDEDICATIONTo Monsieur le Marquis de Custine.THE RED INNIn I know not what year a Parisian banker, who had very extensivecommercial relations with Germany, was entertaining at dinner one ofthose friends whom men of business often make in the markets of theworld through correspondence; a man hitherto personally unknown tohim. This friend, the head of a rather important house in Nuremburg,was a stout worthy German, a man of taste and erudition, above all aman of pipes, having a fine, broad, Nuremburgian face, with a square...　

FAIRY TALES OF HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSENTHE TOP AND BALLby Hans Christian AndersenA WHIPPING TOP and a little ball lay together in a box, amongother toys, and the top said to the ball, "Shall we be married, aswe live in the same box?"But the ball, which wore a dress of morocco leather, and thoughtas much of herself as any other young lady, would not evencondescend to reply.The next day came the little boy to whom the playthingsbelonged, and he painted the top red and yellow, and drove abrass-headed nail into the middle, so that while the top wasspinning round it looked splendid....　

The Argonauts of North Libertyby Bret HartePART ICHAPTER IThe bell of the North Liberty Second Presbyterian Church had justceased ringing. North Liberty, Connecticut, never on any day acheerful town, was always bleaker and more cheerless on theseventh, when the Sabbath sun, after vainly trying to coax a smileof reciprocal kindliness from the drawn curtains and half-closedshutters of the austere dwellings and the equally sealed and hard-set churchgoing faces of the people, at last settled down into ablank stare of stony astonishment. On this chilly March evening ofthe year 1850, that stare had kindled into an offended sunset andan angry night that furiously spat sleet and hail in the faces