TOM SWIFT AND HIS SUBMARINE BOAT (or Under the Ocean for Sunken Treasure)TOM SWIFT AND HISSUBMARINE BOAT(or Under the Ocean for Sunken Treasure)VICTOR APPLETON1- Page 2-TOM SWIFT AND HIS SUBMARINE BOAT (or Under the Ocean for Sunken Treasure)CHAPTER OneNews of a Treasure WreckThere was a rushing, whizzing, throbbing noise in the air. A greatbody, like that of some immense bird, sailed along, casting a grotesqueshadow on the ground below. An elderly man, who Was seated on the...
The Life of Sir John Oldcastleby William Shakespeare [Apocrypha]The Actors Names in the History of Sir John Oldcastle.King Henry the Fifth.Sir John Old-castle, Lord Cobham.Harpoole, Servant to the Lord Cobham.Lord Herbert, with Gough his man.Lord Powis, with Owen and Davy his men.The Mayor of Hereford, and Sheriff of Herefordshire, with Bailiffsand Servants.Two Judges of Assize.The Bishop of Rochester and Clun his Sumner.Sir John the Parson of Wrotham, and Doll his Concubine.The Duke of Suffolk.The Earl of Huntington.The Earl of Cambridge.Lord Scroop and Lord Grey.Chartres the French Agent.Sir Roger Acton.Sir Richard Lee.M. Bourn, M. Beverly, and Murley the Brewer of Dunstable, rebels....
Armadaleby Wilkie CollinsTOJOHN FORSTER.In acknowledgment of the services which he has rendered to thecause of literature by his "Life of Goldsmith;" and inaffectionate remembrance of a friendship which is associated withsome of the happiest years of my life.READERS in generalon whose friendly reception experience hasgiven me some reason to relywill, I venture to hope, appreciatewhatever merit there may be in this story without any prefatorypleading for it on my part. They will, I think, see that it hasnot been hastily meditated or idly wrought out. They will judgeit accordingly, and I ask no more.Readers in particular will, I have some reason to suppose, be...
THE FRIENDLY ROADTHE FRIENDLY ROADby DOUBLEDAY, PAGE & COMPANY1- Page 2-THE FRIENDLY ROADA WORD TO HIM WHO OPENSTHIS BOOKI did not plan when I began writing these chapters to make an entirebook, but only to put down the more or less unusual impressions, theevents and adventures, of certain quiet pilgrimages in country roads. Butwhen I had written down all of these things, I found I had material inplenty."What shall I call it now that I have written it?" I asked myself....
Weir of HermistonWeir of HermistonRobert Louis Stevenson1- Page 2-Weir of HermistonTO MY WIFEI saw rain falling and the rainbow drawn On Lammermuir.Hearkening I heard again In my precipitous city beaten bells Winnow thekeen sea wind. And here afar, Intent on my own race and place, I wrote.Take thou the writing: thine it is. For who Burnished the sword, blew onthe drowsy coal, Held still the target higher, chary of praise And prodigalof counsel - who but thou? So now, in the end, if this the least be good, If...
Erewhon (Revised Edition)by Samuel ButlerOR OVER THE RANGEPREFACE TO THE FIRST EDITIONThe Author wishes it to be understood that Erewhon is pronounced asa word of three syllables, all shortthus, E-re-whon.PREFACE TO SECOND EDITIONHaving been enabled by the kindness of the public to get through anunusually large edition of "Erewhon" in a very short time, I havetaken the opportunity of a second edition to make some necessarycorrections, and to add a few passages where it struck me that theywould be appropriately introduced; the passages are few, and it ismy fixed intention never to touch the work again.I may perhaps be allowed to say a word or two here in reference to...
The MemorabiliaThe Memorabiliaby XenophonTranslation by H. G. Dakyns1- Page 2-The MemorabiliaBOOK III have often wondered by what arguments those who indicted[1]Socrates could have persuaded the Athenians that his life was justly forfeitto the state. The indictment was to this effect: "Socrates is guilty of crimein refusing to recognise the gods acknowledged by the state, and importing...
The Lost HouseThe Lost Houseby Richard Harding Davis1- Page 2-The Lost HouseIIt was a dull day at the chancellery. His Excellency the AmericanAmbassador was absent in Scotland, unveiling a bust to Bobby Burns,paid for by the numerous lovers of that poet in Pittsburg; the FirstSecretary was absent at Aldershot, observing a sham battle; the MilitaryAttache was absent at the Crystal Palace, watching a foot-ball match; the...
The Duchesse de Langeaisby Honore de BalzacTHE DUCHESS OF LANGEAISIIn a Spanish city on an island in the Mediterranean, there stands a convent of the Order of Barefoot Carmelites, where the rule instituted by St. Theresa is still preserved with all the first rigour of the reformation brought about by that illustrious woman. Extraordinary as this may seem, it is none the less true.Almost every religious house in the Peninsula, or in Europe for that matter, was either destroyed or disorganised by the outbreak of the French Revolution and the Napoleonic wars; but as this island was protected through those times by the English fleet, its wealthy convent and peaceable inhabitants were secure fr
IN THE town there were two mutes, and they were alwaystogether. Early every morning they would come out fromthe house where they lived and walk arm in arm down thestreet to work. The two friends were very different. Theone who always steered the way was an obese anddreamy Greek. In the summer he would come outwearing a yellow or green polo shirt stuffed sloppily intohis trousers in front and hanging loose behind. When itwas colder he wore over this a shapeless gray sweater.His face was round and oily, with half-closed eyelids andlips that curved in a gentle, stupid smile. The other mutewas tall. His eyes had a quick, intelligent expression. Hewas always immaculate and very soberly dressed..
The ChimesThe Chimes1- Page 2-The ChimesCHAPTER I - First Quarter.HERE are not many people - and as it is desirable that a story- tellerand a story-reader should establish a mutual understanding as soon aspossible, I beg it to be noticed that I confine this observation neither toyoung people nor to little people, but extend it to all conditions of people:little and big, young and old: yet growing up, or already growing downagain - there are not, I say, many people who would care to sleep in a...
THE GATHERING OF BROTHER HILARIUSTHE GATHERING OFBROTHER HILARIUS1- Page 2-THE GATHERING OF BROTHER HILARIUSPART I - THE SEED2- Page 3-THE GATHERING OF BROTHER HILARIUSCHAPTER I - BLIND EYES IN THE FORESTHILARIUS stood at the Monastery gate, looking away down thesmooth, well-kept road to the highway beyond. It lay quiet and serene inthe June sunshine, the white way to the outer world, and not even a dustcloud on the horizon promised the approach of the train of sumpter mules...