The Black Death and The Dancing Maniaby J. F. C. Hecker (translated by B. G. Babington)INTRODUCTIONJustus Friedrich Karl Hecker was one of three generations of distinguished professors of medicine. His father, August Friedrich Hecker, a most industrious writer, first practised as a physician in Frankenhausen, and in 1790 was appointed Professor of Medicine at the University of Erfurt. In 1805 he was called to the like professorship at the University of Berlin. He died at Berlin in 1811.Justus Friedrich Karl Hecker was born at Erfurt in January, 1795. He went, of coursebeing then ten years oldwith his father to Berlin in 1805, studied at Berlin in the Gymnasium and University, but interru　

Nisidaby Alexandre Dumas, PereIf our readers, tempted by the Italian proverb about seeing Naplesand then dying, were to ask us what is the most favourable moment forvisiting the enchanted city, we should advise them to land at themole, or at Mergellina, on a fine summer day and at the hour whensome solemn procession is moving out of the cathedral. Nothing cangive an idea of the profound and simple-hearted emotion of thispopulace, which has enough poetry in its soul to believe in its ownhappiness. The whole town adorns herself and attires herself like abride for her wedding; the dark facades of marble and granitedisappear beneath hangings of silk and festoons of flowers; the...　

Cyrano de BergeracA Play in Five Actsby Edmond RostandTranslated from the French by Gladys Thomas and Mary F. GuillemardThe CharactersCYRANO DE BERGERACCHRISTIAN DE NEUVILLETTECOUNT DE GUICHERAGUENEAULE BRETCARBON DE CASTEL-JALOUXTHE CADETSLIGNIEREDE VALVERTA MARQUISSECOND MARQUISTHIRD MARQUISMONTFLEURYBELLEROSEJODELETCUIGYBRISSAILLETHE DOORKEEPERA LACKEYA SECOND LACKEYA BOREA MUSKETEERANOTHERA SPANISH OFFICERA PORTERA BURGHERHIS SONA PICKPOCKETA SPECTATORA GUARDSMANBERTRAND THE FIFERA MONKTWO MUSICIANSTHE POETSTHE PASTRY COOKSROXANESISTER MARTHALISETHE BUFFET-GIRLMOTHER MARGUERITE...　

MY BURIED TREASUREMY BURIEDTREASUREby Richard Harding Davis- Page 2-MY BURIED TREASUREThis is a true story of a search for buried treasure. The only part that isnot true is the name of the man with whom I searched for the treasure.Unless I keep his name out of it he will not let me write the story, and, as itwas his expedition and as my share of the treasure is only what I can makeby writing the story, I must write as he dictates. I think the story should betold, because our experience was unique, and might be of benefit to others....　

Chapter XV of Volume II (Chap. 38)ON Saturday morning Elizabeth and Mr. Collins met for breakfast a few minutes before the others appeared; and he took the opportunity of paying the parting civilities which he deemed indispensably necessary.``I know not, Miss Elizabeth,' said he, ``whether Mrs. Collins has yet expressed her sense of your kindness in coming to us, but I am very certain you will not leave the house without receiving her thanks for it. The favour of your company has been much felt, I assure you. We know how little there is to tempt any one to our humble abode. Our plain manner of living, our small rooms, and few domestics, and the little we see of the world, must make Hunsfor　

FAIRY TALES OF HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSENA LEAF FROM HEAVENby Hans Christian AndersenHIGH up in the clear, pure air flew an angel, with a flowerplucked from the garden of heaven. As he was kissing the flower a verylittle leaf fell from it and sunk down into the soft earth in themiddle of a wood. It immediately took root, sprouted, and sent outshoots among the other plants."What a ridiculous little shoot!" said one. "No one will recognizeit; not even the thistle nor the stinging-nettle.""It must be a kind of garden plant," said another; and so theysneered and despised the plant as a thing from a garden....　

THE COMPARISON OF LUCULLUS WITH CIMONby Plutarchtranslated by John DrydenONE might bless the end of Lucullus, which was so timed as to lethim die before the great revolution, which fate, by intestine wars,was already effecting against the established government, and to closehis life in a free though troubled commonwealth. And in this, aboveall other things, Cimon and he are alike. For he died also when Greecewas as yet undisordered, in its highest felicity; though in thefield at the head of his army, not recalled, nor out of his mind,nor sullying the glory of his wars, engagements, and conquests, by...　

The Author of Beltraffioby Henry JamesCHAPTER IMuch as I wished to see him I had kept my letter of introductionthree weeks in my pocket-book. I was nervous and timid aboutmeeting himconscious of youth and ignorance, convinced that he wastormented by strangers, and especially by my country-people, and notexempt from the suspicion that he had the irritability as well as thedignity of genius. Moreover, the pleasure, if it should occurforI could scarcely believe it was near at handwould be so great thatI wished to think of it in advance, to feel it there against mybreast, not to mix it with satisfactions more superficial and usual.In the little game of new sensations that I was playing with　

THE CHILDRENTHE CHILDREN1- Page 2-THE CHILDRENFELLOW TRAVELLERS WITH ABIRD, I.To attend to a living child is to be baffled in your humour,disappointed of your pathos, and set freshly free from all the pre-occupations. You cannot anticipate him. Blackbirds, overheard year byyear, do not compose the same phrases; never two leitmotifs alike. Notthe tone, but the note alters. So with the uncovenated ways of a child...　

Vendettaby Honore de BalzacTranslated by Katharine Prescott WormeleyDEDICATIONTo Puttinati, Milanese Sculptor.VENDETTACHAPTER IPROLOGUEIn the year 1800, toward the close of October, a foreigner,accompanied by a woman and a little girl, was standing for a long timein front of the palace of the Tuileries, near the ruins of a houserecently pulled down, at the point where in our day the wing beginswhich was intended to unite the chateau of Catherine de Medici withthe Louvre of the Valois.The man stood there with folded arms and a bowed head, which hesometimes raised to look alternately at the consular palace and at his...　

The Vicar of Wakefieldby Oliver GoldsmithA TALESupposed to be written by HimselfSperate miseri, cavete faelicesADVERTISEMENTThere are an hundred faults in this Thing, and an hundred things might be said to prove them beauties. But it is needless. A book may be amusing with numerous errors, or it may be very dull without a single absurdity. The hero of this piece unites in himself the three greatest characters upon earth; he is a priest, an husbandman, and the father of a family. He is drawn as ready to teach, and ready to obey, as simple in affluence, and majestic in adversity. In this age of opulence and refinement whom can such a character please? Such as are fond of high life, will turn 　

Our Androcentric Culture, or The Man Made Worldby Charlotte Perkins GilmanCONTENTSI. AS TO HUMANNESS.II. THE MAN-MADE FAMILY.III. HEALTH AND BEAUTY.IV. MEN AND ART.V. MASCULINE LITERATURE.VI. GAMES AND SPORTSVII. ETHICS AND RELIGION.VIII. EDUCATION.IX. "SOCIETY" AND "FASHION"X. LAW AND GOVERNMENT.XI. CRIME AND PUNISHMENT.XII. POLITICS AND WARFARE. (with WOMAN AND THE STATE.)XIII. INDUSTRY AND ECONOMICS.XIV. A HUMAN WORLD.OUR ANDROCENTRIC CULTURE, or THE MAN-MADE WORLDI.AS TO HUMANNESS.Let us begin, inoffensively, with sheep. The sheep is a beast withwhich we are all familiar, being much used in religious imagery; the...