The Story of My Heartby Richard JefferiesAN AUTOBIOGRAPHYCHAPTER ITHE story of my heart commences seventeen years ago. In the glowof youth there were times every now and then when I felt thenecessity of a strong inspiration of soulthought. My heart wasdusty, parched for want of the rain of deep feeling; my mind arid and dry,for there is a dust which settles on the heart as well as that which fallson a ledge. It is injurious to the mind as well as to the body to be alwaysin one place and always surrounded by the same circumstances. A species ofthick clothing slowly grows about the mind, the pores are choked, littlehabits become a part of existence, and by degrees the mind is inclosed in a.　

THE RIGHT EYE OF THE COMMANDERThe year of grace 1797 passed away on the coast of California in asouthwesterly gale. The little bay of San Carlos, albeit shelteredby the headlands of the blessed Trinity, was rough and turbulent;its foam clung quivering to the seaward wall of the Mission garden;the air was filled with flying sand and spume, and as the SenorCommandante, Hermenegildo Salvatierra, looked from the deepembrasured window of the Presidio guardroom, he felt the saltbreath of the distant sea buffet a color into his smoke-driedcheeks.The Commander, I have said, was gazing thoughtfully from the windowof the guardroom. He may have been reviewing the events of the...　

LIST OF PUBLICATIONS ON VARIOUS SUBJECTS ESPECIALLY HISTORICALBY ANDREW D. WHITEThe Greater Distinctions in Statesmanship. Yale Literary PrizeEssay, in the "Yale Literary Magazine," 1852.The Diplomatic History of Modern Times. De Forest Prize Oration,in the "Yale Literary Magazine," 1853.Qualifications for American Citizenship. Clarke Senior PrizeEssay, in the "Yale Literary Magazine," 1853.Editorial and other articles in the "Yale Literary Magazine,"1852-1853.Glimpses of Universal History. The "New Englander," Vol. XV, p.398....　

Herodiasby Gustave FlaubertCHAPTER IIn the eastern side of the Dead Sea rose the citadel of Machaerus. Itwas built upon a conical peak of basalt, and was surrounded by fourdeep valleys, one on each side, another in front, and the fourth inthe rear. At the base of the citadel, crowding against one another, agroup of houses stood within the circle of a wall, whose outlinesundulated with the unevenness of the soil. A zigzag road, cuttingthrough the rocks, joined the city to the fortress, the walls of whichwere about one hundred and twenty cubits high, having numerous anglesand ornamental towers that stood out like jewels in this crown of...　

THE CRITIC AS ARTIST - WITH SOME REMARKS UPON THE IMPORTANCE OF DOING NOTHINGA DIALOGUE. Part I. Persons: Gilbert and Ernest. Scene: the library of a house in Piccadilly, overlooking the Green Park.GILBERT (at the Piano). My dear Ernest, what are you laughing at?ERNEST (looking up). At a capital story that I have just come across in this volume of Reminiscences that I have found on your table.GILBERT. What is the book? Ah! I see. I have not read it yet. Is it good?ERNEST. Well, while you have been playing, I have been turning over the pages with some amusement, though, as a rule, I dislike modern memoirs. They are generally written by people who have either entirely lost their m　

Majorie DawMajorie Dawby Thomas Bailey Aldrich1- Page 2-Majorie DawCHAPTER I.DR. DILLON TO EDWARD DELANEY, ESQ., AT THE PINES.NEAR RYE, N.H.August 8, 1872.My Dear Sir: I am happy to assure you that your anxiety is withoutreason. Flemming will be confined to the sofa for three or four weeks, andwill have to be careful at first how he uses his leg. A fracture of this kind is...　

The Letters of Robert Louis Stevenson, Volume IICHAPTER VIII - LIFE AT BOURNEMOUTH, CONTINUED, JANUARY 1886-JULY 1887Letter: TO MRS. DE MATTOS[SKERRYVORE, BOURNEMOUTH], JANUARY 1ST, 1886.DEAREST KATHARINE, - Here, on a very little book and accompaniedwith lame verses, I have put your name. Our kindness is nowgetting well on in years; it must be nearly of age; and it getsmore valuable to me with every time I see you. It is not possibleto express any sentiment, and it is not necessary to try, at leastbetween us. You know very well that I love you dearly, and that Ialways will. I only wish the verses were better, but at least you...　

Saint George for Englandby G. A. HentyPREFACEMY DEAR LADS,You may be told perhaps that there is no good to be obtained from tales of fighting and bloodshed, - that there is no moral to be drawn from such histories. Believe it not. War has its lessons as well as Peace. You will learn from tales like this that determination and enthusiasm can accomplish marvels, that true courage is generally accompanied by magnanimity and gentleness, and that if not in itself the very highest of virtues, it is the parent of almost all the others, since but few of them can be practised without it. The courage of our forefathers has created the greatest empire in the world around a small and in itself insigni　

The Sign of the FourThe Sign of the FourBy Sir Arthur Conan Doyle1- Page 2-The Sign of the FourCHAPTER 1 The Science ofDeductionSherlock Holmes took his bottle from the corner of the mantel- pieceand his hypodermic syringe from its neat morocco case. With his long,white, nervous fingers he adjusted the delicate needle, and rolled back hisleft shirt-cuff. For some little time his eyes rested thoughtfully upon thesinewy forearm and wrist all dotted and scarred with innumerable...　

The Vested Interests and the Common Manby Thorstein Veblen1919Chapter 1The Instability of Knowledge and BeliefAs is true of any other point of view that may becharacteristic of any other period of history, so also the modernpoint of view is a matter of habit. It is common to the moderncivilised peoples only in so far as these peoples have comethrough substantially the same historical experience and havethereby acquired substantially the same habits of thought andhave fallen into somewhat the same prevalent frame of mind. Thismodern point of view, therefore, is limited both in time andspace. It is characteristic of the modern historical era and of...　

Lizzie Leighby Elizabeth GaskellCHAPTER I.When Death is present in a household on a Christmas Day, the verycontrast between the time as it now is, and the day as it has oftenbeen, gives a poignancy to sorrowa more utter blankness to thedesolation. James Leigh died just as the far-away bells of RochdaleChurch were ringing for morning service on Christmas Day, 1836. Afew minutes before his death, he opened his already glazing eyes, andmade a sign to his wife, by the faint motion of his lips, that he hadyet something to say. She stooped close down, and caught the brokenwhisper, "I forgive her, Annie! May God forgive me!"...　

The Man Who Knew Too Muchby Gilbert K. ChestertonCONTENTSTHE MAN WHO KNEW TOO MUCH:I. THE FACE IN THE TARGETII. THE VANISHING PRINCEIII. THE SOUL OF THE SCHOOLBOYIV. THE BOTTOMLESS WELLV. THE FAD OF THE FISHERMANVI. THE HOLE IN THE WALLVII. THE TEMPLE OF SILENCEVIII. THE VENGEANCE OF THE STATUETHE MAN WHO KNEW TOO MUCHI. THE FACE IN THE TARGETHarold March, the rising reviewer and social critic, was walking vigorously across a great tableland of moors and commons, the horizon of which was fringed with the far-off woods of the famous estate of Torwood Park. He was a good-looking young man in tweeds, with very pale curly hair and pale clear eyes. Walking in wind and sun in the very landscape