Dear Enemyby Jean WebsterSTONE GATE, WORCESTER,MASSACHUSETTS,December 27.Dear Judy:Your letter is here. I have read it twice, and with amazement. Do I understand that Jervis has given you, for a Christmas present, the making over of the John Grier Home into a model institution, and that you have chosen me to disburse the money? MeI, Sallie McBride, the head of an orphan asylum! My poor people, have you lost your senses, or have you become addicted to the use of opium, and is this the raving of two fevered imaginations? I am exactly as well fitted to take care of one hundred children as to become the curator of a zoo....　

Letters to His Son, 1748by Lord ChesterfieldLETTERS TO HIS SONBy the EARL OF CHESTERFIELDon the Fine Art of becoming aMAN OF THE WORLDand aGENTLEMANLETTER XXIVJanuary 2, O. S. 1748.DEAR BOY: I am edified with the allotment of your time at Leipsig; which is so well employed from morning till night, that a fool would say you had none left for yourself; whereas, I am sure you have sense enough to know, that such a right use of your time is having it all to yourself; nay, it is even more, for it is laying it out to immense interest, which, in a very few years, will amount to a prodigious capital....　

LYCURGUSLegendary, 9th Century B.C.by Plutarchtranslated by John DrydenThere is so much uncertainty in the accounts which historians haveleft us of Lycurgus, the lawgiver of Sparta, that scarcely anything isasserted by one of them which is not called into question orcontradicted by the rest. Their sentiments are quite different as tothe family he came of, the voyages he undertook, the place andmanner of his death, but most of all when they speak of the laws hemade and the commonwealth which he founded. They cannot, by any means,be brought to an agreement as to the very age in which he lived; for...　

- 1A BOOK OF SCOUNDRELSA BOOK OFSCOUNDRELSby CHARLES WHIBLEY1- 2A BOOK OF SCOUNDRELSINTRODUCTIONThere are other manifestations of greatness than to relieve suffering orto wreck an empire. Julius Csar and John Howard are not the onlyheroes who have smiled upon the world. In the supreme adaptation ofmeans to an end there is a constant nobility, for neither ambition nor virtueis the essential of a perfect action. How shall you contemplate withindifference the career of an artist whom genius or good guidance has...　

ENDYMION: A POETIC ROMANCEby John KeatsPREFACE"The stretched metre of an antique song"INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTONPREFACEKNOWING within myself the manner in which this Poem has beenproduced, it is not without a feeling of regret that I make it public.What manner I mean, will be quite clear to the reader, who must soonperceive great inexperience, immaturity, and every error denoting afeverish attempt, rather than a deed accomplished. The two firstbooks, and indeed the two last, I feel sensible are not of suchcompletion as to warrant their passing the press; nor should they if I...　

FAIRY TALES OF HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSENTHE BISHOP OF BORGLUM AND HIS WARRIORSby Hans Christian AndersenOUR scene is laid in Northern Jutland, in the so-called "wildmoor." We hear what is called the "Wester-wow-wow"- the peculiarroar of the North Sea as it breaks against the western coast ofJutland. It rolls and thunders with a sound that penetrates formiles into the land; and we are quite near the roaring. Before usrises a great mound of sand- a mountain we have long seen, and towardswhich we are wending our way, driving slowly along through the deepsand. On this mountain of sand is a lofty old building- the convent of...　

29 BCTHE GEORGICSby VirgilGEORGIC IWhat makes the cornfield smile; beneath what starMaecenas, it is meet to turn the sodOr marry elm with vine; how tend the steer;What pains for cattle-keeping, or what proofOf patient trial serves for thrifty bees;-Such are my themes.O universal lightsMost glorious! ye that lead the gliding yearAlong the sky, Liber and Ceres mild,If by your bounty holpen earth once changedChaonian acorn for the plump wheat-ear,And mingled with the grape, your new-found gift,...　

SECOND EPILOGUECHAPTER IHistory is the life of nations and of humanity. To seize and putinto words, to describe directly the life of humanity or even of asingle nation, appears impossible.The ancient historians all employed one and the same method todescribe and seize the apparently elusive- the life of a people.They described the activity of individuals who ruled the people, andregarded the activity of those men as representing the activity of thewhole nation.The question: how did individuals make nations act as they wishedand by what was the will of these individuals themselves guided? theancients met by recognizing a divinity which subjected the nations...　

The Diary of a Goose GirlThe Diary of a GooseGirlby Kate Douglas Wiggin1- Page 2-The Diary of a Goose GirlTHORNYCROFT FARM, nearBarbury Green, July 1, 190-.In alluding to myself as a Goose Girl, I am using only the most modestof my titles; for I am also a poultry-maid, a tender of Belgian hares andrabbits, and a shepherdess; but I particularly fancy the role of Goose Girl,because it recalls the German fairy tales of my early youth, when I always...　

THE SIX ENNEADSby Plotinustranslated by Stephen MacKenna and B. S. PageTHE FIRST ENNEAD.FIRST TRACTATE.THE ANIMATE AND THE MAN.1. Pleasure and distress, fear and courage, desire and aversion, where have these affections and experiences their seat? Clearly, either in the Soul alone, or in the Soul as employing the body, or in some third entity deriving from both. And for this third entity, again, there are two possible modes: it might be either a blend or a distinct form due to the blending. And what applies to the affections applies also to whatsoever acts, physical or mental, spring from them. We have, therefore, to examine discursive-reason and the ordinary mental action upon 　

THE CANTERBURY PILGRIMSThe summer moon, which shines in so many a tale, was beaming overa broad extent of uneven country. Some of its brightest rays wereflung into a spring of water, where no traveller, toiling, as thewriter has, up the hilly road beside which it gushes, ever failedto quench his thirst. The work of neat hands and considerate artwas visible about this blessed fountain. An open cistern, hewnand hollowed out of solid stone, was placed above the waters,which filled it to the brim, but by some invisible outlet wereconveyed away without dripping down its sides. Though the basinhad not room for another drop, and the continual gush of water...　

THE GOLDEN THRESHOLDTHE GOLDENTHRESHOLDBy Sarojini Naidu1- Page 2-THE GOLDEN THRESHOLDINTRODUCTIONIt is at my persuasion that these poems are now published. Theearliest of them were read to me in London in 1896, when the writer wasseventeen; the later ones were sent to me from India in 1904, when shewas twenty-five; and they belong, I think, almost wholly to those twoperiods. As they seemed to me to have an individual beauty of their own,...