THE DORE LECTURES ON MENTAL SCIENCETHE DORE LECTURESON MENTAL SCIENCEby Thomas Troward1- Page 2-THE DORE LECTURES ON MENTAL SCIENCEENTERING INTO THE SPIRIT OF IT INDIVIDUALITY THENEW THOUGHT AND THE NEW ORDER THE LIPS OF THE SPIRITALPHA AND OMEGA THE CREATIVE POWER OF THOUGHTTHE GREAT AFFIRMATIVE CHRIST THE FULFILLING OF THELAW THE STORY OF EDEN THE WORSHIP OF ISHI THE...　

Adventureby Jack LondonCHAPTER ISOMETHING TO BE DONEHe was a very sick white man. He rode pick-a-back on a woolly- headed, black-skinned savage, the lobes of whose ears had been pierced and stretched until one had torn out, while the other carried a circular block of carved wood three inches in diameter. The torn ear had been pierced again, but this time not so ambitiously, for the hole accommodated no more than a short clay pipe. The man-horse was greasy and dirty, and naked save for an exceedingly narrow and dirty loin-cloth; but the white man clung to him closely and desperately. At times, from weakness, his head drooped and rested on the woolly pate. At other times he lifted his hea　

Three Dialogues Between Hylas and PhilonousGeorge Berkeley1713THREE DIALOGUESBetweenHYLAS AND PHILONOUSThe Design of which is Plainly to Demonstrate the Reality andPerfection ofHUMAN KNOWLEDGEThe Incorporeal Nature of the...　

360 BCPHAEDRUSby Platotranslated by Benjamin JowettPHAEDRUSPERSONS OF THE DIALOGUE: SOCRATES; PHAEDRUS. Scene: Under aplane-tree, by the banks of the Ilissus.Socrates. My dear Phaedrus, whence come you, and whither are yougoing?Phaedrus. I come from Lysias the son of Cephalus, and I am goingto take a walk outside the wall, for I have been sitting with himthe whole morning; and our common friend Acumenus tells me that itis much more refreshing to walk in the open air than to be shut up...　

Part 3When the buriers came up to him they soon found he was neither aperson infected and desperate, as I have observed above, or a persondistempered -in mind, but one oppressed with a dreadful weight ofgrief indeed, having his wife and several of his children all in the cartthat was just come in with him, and he followed in an agony andexcess of sorrow. He mourned heartily, as it was easy to see, but witha kind of masculine grief that could not give itself vent by tears; andcalmly defying the buriers to let him alone, said he would only see thebodies thrown in and go away, so they left importuning him. But nosooner was the cart turned round and the bodies shot into the pit...　

STORIESSTORIESBy English Authors in Germany1- Page 2-STORIESTHE BIRD ON ITS JOURNEYBY BEATRICE HARRADENIt was about four in the afternoon when a young girl came into thesalon of the little hotel at C in Switzerland, and drew her chair up to thefire."You are soaked through," said an elderly lady, who was herself tryingto get roasted. "You ought to lose no time in changing your clothes.""I have not anything to change," said the young girl, laughing. "Oh, I...　

FAIRY TALES OF HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSENTHE SILVER SHILLINGby Hans Christian AndersenTHERE was once a shilling, which came forth from the mintspringing and shouting, "Hurrah! now I am going out into the wideworld." And truly it did go out into the wide world. The children heldit with warm hands, the miser with a cold and convulsive grasp, andthe old people turned it about, goodness knows how many times, whilethe young people soon allowed it to roll away from them. Theshilling was made of silver, it contained very little copper, andconsidered itself quite out in the world when it had been circulated...　

An Unsocial Socialistby George Bernard ShawCHAPTER IIn the dusk of an October evening, a sensible looking woman offorty came out through an oaken door to a broad landing on thefirst floor of an old English country-house. A braid of her hairhad fallen forward as if she had been stooping over book or pen;and she stood for a moment to smooth it, and to gazecontemplativelynot in the least sentimentallythrough thetall,narrow window. The sun was setting, but its glories were at theother side of the house; for this window looked eastward, wherethe landscape of sheepwalks and pasture land was sobering at theapproach of darkness.The lady, like one to whom silence and quiet were luxuries,...　

ELECBOOK CLASSICSThe ProfessorCharlotte Bronte- Page 2-ELECBOOK CLASSICSebc0026. Charlotte Bronte: The ProfessorThis file is free for individual use only. It must not be altered or resold.Organisations wishing to use it must first obtain a licence.Low cost licenses are available. Contact us through our web site(C) The Electric Book Co 1998The Electric Book Company Ltd20 Cambridge Drive, London SE12 8AJ, UKwww.elecbook- Page 3-The ProfessorCharlotte Bronte...　

The Great Big Treasury of Beatrix Potterby Beatrix PotterCONTENTSTHE TALE OF PETER RABBITTHE TAILOR OF GLOUCESTERTHE TALE OF SQUIRREL NUTKINTHE TALE OF BENJAMIN BUNNYTHE TALE OF TWO BAD MICETHE TALE OF MRS. TIGGY-WINKLETHE PIE AND THE PATTY-PANTHE TALE OF MR. JEREMY FISHERTHE STORY OF A FIERCE BAD RABBITTHE STORY OF MISS MOPPETTHE TALE OF TOM KITTENTHE TALE OF JEMIMA PUDDLE-DUCKTHE ROLY-POLY PUDDINGTHE TALE OF THE FLOPSY BUNNIESTHE TALE OF MRS. TITTLEMOUSETHE TALE OF TIMMY TIPTOESTHE TALE OF MR. TODTHE TALE OF PIGLING BLANDGINGER AND PICKLESTHE TALE OFPETER RABBITOnce upon a time there were four little Rabbits, and their names were Flopsy, Mopsy, Cotton-tail, 　

The Doom of the Griffithsby Elizabeth GaskellCHAPTER I.I have always been much interested by the traditions which arescattered up and down North Wales relating to Owen Glendower (OwainGlendwr is the national spelling of the name), and I fully enter intothe feeling which makes the Welsh peasant still look upon him as thehero of his country. There was great joy among many of theinhabitants of the principality, when the subject of the Welsh prizepoem at Oxford, some fifteen or sixteen years ago, was announced tobe "Owain Glendwr." It was the most proudly national subject thathad been given for years.Perhaps, some may not be aware that this redoubted chieftain is, even...　

Father and SonA study of two temperamentsby Edmund GosseDer Glaube ist wie der Liebe: Er Lasst sich nicht erzwingen.SchopenhauerPREFACEAT the present hour, when fiction takes forms so ingenious and so specious, it is perhaps necessary to say that the following narrative, in all its parts, and so far as the punctilious attention of the writer has been able to keep it so, is scrupulously true. If it were not true, in this strict sense, to publish it would be to trifle with all those who may be induced to read it. It is offered to them as a document, as a record of educational and religious conditions which, having passed away, will never return. In this respect, as the diagnosis of a dying Pu