Gabrielle de BergeracThere was every good reason why her dawning consciousness of M. de Treuil's attentions--although these were little more than projected as yet--should have produced a serious tremor in her heart. It was not that she was aught of a coquette; I honestly believe that there was no latent coquetry in her nature. At all events, whatever she might have become after knowing M. de Treuil, she was no coquette to speak of in her ignorance. Her ignorance of men, in truth, was great. For the Vicomte himself, she had as yet known him only distantly, formally, as a gentleman of rank and fashion; and for others of his quality, she had seen but a small number, and not seen them intimately.

Gallantry--James Branch Cabell "Oh, I have been drinking," he conceded; "I have been drinking with a most commendable perseverance for these fifteen years. But at present I am far from drunk." Simon Orts took a turn about the hall; in an instant he faced her with an odd, almost tender smile, "You adorable, empty-headed, pink-and-white fool," said Simon Orts, "what madness induced you to come to Usk? You know that Rokesle wants you; you know that you don't mean to marry him. Then why come to Usk? Do you know who is king in this sea-washed scrap of earth?--Rokesle. German George reigns yonder in England, but here, in the Isle of Usk, Vincent Floyer is king. And it is not precisely a convent that he directs.

Gascoyne; the Sandalwood TraderThe Great Pacific is the scene of our story. On a beautiful morning, many years ago, a little schooner might have been seen floating, light and graceful as a sea-mew, on the breast of the slumbering ocean. She was one of those low black-hulled vessels, with raking, taper masts, trimly cut sails, and elegant form, which we are accustomed to associate with the idea of a yacht or a pirate.

Gaspar Ruiz "That voice, senores, proceeded from the head of Gaspar Ruiz. Of his body I could see nothing. Some of his fellow-captives had clambered upon his back. He was holding them up. His eyes blinked without looking at me. That and the moving of his lips was all he seemed able to manage in his overloaded state. And when I turned round, this head, that seemed more than human size resting on its chin under a multitude of other heads, asked me whether I really desired to quench the thirst of the captives.

GAUT GURLEY; OR, THE TRAPPERS OF UMBAGOG.--D. P. THOMPSON Having risen to his feet, raised his hunting-cap, and bowed his adieu to the still lingering maiden on shore, Claud now joined his companion at the oars; when they rapidly passed round the headland, and soon entered the bay-like recess of water, which, sweeping round in a large wood-fringed circle, opened upon the view immediately beyond. After skirting along the sometimes bold and rocky, and sometimes low and swampy, thickly-wooded shore, with a sharp lookout for whatever might come within range of the eye, but without stopping for any special examination till they had reached the most secluded part of the cove, the hunter suspended his oar, and signified his intention of landing.

GENERAL JOFFRE--BY A FRENCH GUNNERForced to retire ever farther inland to more inaccessible regions, the unruly tribes, who lived by pillage, rapine, and the slave traffic, were a perpetual menace and a source of grave danger to the peaceful native population of the interior, who rightly claimed France's protection as the price of their loyalty. To reach these raiders and to inflict upon them losses to inspire them with a wholesome fear of French arms was no easy task, and before it could be accomplished the thirsty sands of the sun-scorched desert drank deep of the noblest blood of France. More difficult still, even if less brilliant than the soldier's, was the engineer's task, which was to render definite, beneficial, and profitable such land as the sword had conquered.

George Leatrim--Susanna Moodie'Dr. Leatrim was too much overcome by passion to hear that despairing moan, his pride too deeply wounded to pity and forgive; and he continued, with the utmost severity of look and manner: "Ay, wretched boy, you should have thought of that before; but not even to spare her feelings can I neglect my duty. I cannot demean myself by touching a thing so vile. Ralph, whom you have calumniated, shall inflict upon you a punishment suited to the baseness of your crime.

Georgia, a country studyIn the early 1990s, the Caucasus took its place among the regions of the world having violent post-Cold War ethnic conflict. Several wars broke out in the region once Soviet authority ceased holding the lid on disagreements that had been fermenting for decades. (Joseph V. Stalin's forcible relocation of ethnic groups after the redrawing of the region's political map was a chief source of the friction of the 1990s.) Thus, the three republics devoted critical resources to military campaigns in a period when the need for internal restructuring was paramount.

Georgina of the Rainbows--Annie Fellows Johnston "Of course, I knew there couldn't be a letter from Barby this soon. She couldn't get there till last night--but just for a minute I couldn't help hoping--but I didn't mind it half so much, Uncle Darcy, when I looked at the postman through the prism. Even his whiskers were blue and red and yellow."

Germany from the Earliest Period Vol. 4--Wolfgang Menzel, Trans. Mrs. George Horrocks The weakness displayed by the empire and the increasing disunion between Austria and Prussia encouraged the French to further insolence. Not satisfied with garrisoning every fortification on the left bank of the Rhine, they boldly attacked, starved to submission, and razed to the ground, during peace time, the once impregnable fortress of Ehrenbreitstein, on the right bank of the Rhine, opposite Coblentz.[11] Not content with laying the Netherlands and Holland completely waste, they compelled the Hanse towns to grant them a loan of eighteen million livres.

GERMINAL--EMILE ZOLAAnd exclamations greeted this scheme, a rebellion was germinating in this little corner, nearly six hundred metres beneath the earth. Soon they could not restrain their voices; these men, soiled by coal, and frozen by the delay, accused the Company of killing half their workers at the bottom, and starving the other half to death. �tienne listened, trembling.

GETTING READY TO GO--BY FRANK J. MORLOCKChuck You know I only have a good time when I go alone. When you're with me I can't wander around and stuff. I have to look after you. When I'm alone I can relax. Besides, if you come along I'll have to dress up. That's no fun.

Ghost Stories of an Antiquary--Montague Rhodes JamesComplete version.

Ghosts I have Met and Some Others--John Kendrick Bangs If we could only get used to the idea that ghosts are perfectly harmless creatures, who are powerless to affect our well-being unless we assist them by giving way to our fears, we should enjoy the supernatural exceedingly, it seems to me. Coleridge, I think it was, was once asked by a lady if he believed in ghosts, and he replied, "No, madame; I have seen too many of them." Which is my case exactly. I have seen so many horrid visitants from other worlds that they hardly affect me at all, so far as the mere inspiration of terror is concerned.

Giant Hours With Poet Preachers--William L. Stidger He finds God. There is no uncertainty about it. From childhood to Godhood has the poet come, and we have come with him. It has been a triumphant journey upward. But we have not been afraid. Even the blinding light of God's face has not made us tremble. We have learned to know him through this climb upward and upward to his throne.

Glimpses of an Unfamiliar Japan, v1--Lafcadio HearnThere seems to be a sense of divine magic in the very atmosphere, through all the luminous day, brooding over the vapoury land, over the ghostly blue of the flood--a sense of Shinto. With my fancy full of the legends of the Kojiki, the rhythmic chant of the engines comes to my ears as the rhythm of a Shinto ritual mingled with the names of gods:

Glimpses of an Unfamiliar Japan, v2--Lafcadio HearnThen, all at once, with a little burst of laughter, a number of young girls enter, make the customary prostration of greeting, glide into the open space between the ranks of the guests, and begin to serve the wine with a grace and dexterity of which no common maid is capable. They are pretty; they are clad in very costly robes of silk; they are girdled like queens; and the beautifully dressed hair of each is decked with mock flowers, with wonderful combs and pins, and with curious ornaments of gold. They greet the stranger as if they had always known him; they jest, laugh, and utter funny little cries. These are the geisha, [1] or dancing-girls, hired for the banquet.

Glimpses of Bengal--Rabindranath TagoreFull title: GLIMPSES OF BENGAL SELECTED FROM THE LETTERS OF SIR RABINDRANATH TAGORE 1885 TO 1895

God and my Neighbour--Robert BlatchfordI was not perverted by an Infidel book. I had not read one when I wavered first in my allegiance to the orthodoxies. I was set doubting by a religious book written to prove the "Verity of Christ's Resurrection from the Dead." But as a child I was thoughtful, and asked myself questions, as many children do, which the Churches would find it hard to answer to-day.

God and the Man--Robert BuchananAnd by the measure of his black jealousy he was able to mete his love. The shock of seeing Priscilla in the company of his hereditary enemy, of the being whose merest breath had the power to poison the sweet air and make life hideous and unbearable, had revealed to him the full intensity of his personal passion. He felt now that to see her talking confidentially with any other youthful man would cause a sickening sense of envy and dislike; but to have seen her so close with what he most abhorred, was stupefying and overwhelming.

God's Answers--Clara M. S. Lowe"BELOVED HELPERS,--To-night how your hearts would have rejoiced to have seen me and my happy hundreds of little toiling children in our new schoolroom in the Refuge. How varied their feelings! One whispered, 'It was here my mother died of the cholera.' Another, 'Oh! I was once in this ward before, so ill of black cholera.' Dear children! our prayer was that it might still be a house of mercy to many a sin-wearied soul. We have never had such a large schoolroom before, nor the advantage of desks.

Godliness--Catherine BoothThat is, it always manifests itself in harmony with the great moral law of the universe--it never does evil that good may come! You never hear it saying--"I cannot say that this is exactly square; I know this is not exactly the right course, but then I can accomplish such and such objects by adopting it." Never! that is of the devil! You may always know that the law of righteousness is entwined round the very heart of Divine Charity, and as justice and judgment are the habitation of the throne of its Divine Author, so righteousness is in the very core of its soul. It will never sacrifice righteousness for peace, or anything else.

GodolphinOh! if men could but dream of what a proud woman endures in those caresses which humble her, they would not wonder why proud women are so difficult to subdue. This is a matter on which we all ponder much, but we dare not write honestly upon it. But imagine a young, haughty, guileless beauty, married to a man whom she neither loves nor honours; and so far from that want of love rendering her likely to fall hereafter, it is more probable that it will make her recoil from the very name of love.

Going Some--Rex BeachFull title: GOING SOME A ROMANCE OF STRENUOUS AFFECTION SUGGESTED BY THE PLAY BY REX BEACH AND PAUL ARMSTRONG

Golden Arrow--Mary WebbThe gate clicked and she was there. She had never looked so frail, so provocative; she had never been more purposeful or less desirous of admiration. They went in. Lily was genuinely pleased; after the rambling ruin at home, impossible to keep in order even for more industrious hands than hers, the compact, neat little home was delightful. She thought how easy the work would be. She was not meant for the hardy magnificence of manual labour.

Gone to Earth--Mary Webb Afterwards he walked part way home with Hazel, and coming back under the driving sky--that seemed to move all in a piece like a sliding window, and showed the moon as a slim lady waiting for unlooked-for happenings--he could have wept at the crude sweetness of Hazel. She was of so ruthless an honesty towards herself as well as others; she had such strange lights and shadows in her eyes, her voice, her soul; she was so full of faults, and so brimming with fascination.

Good Sense--Baron D'HolbachFull title: GOOD SENSE WITHOUT GOD: OR FREETHOUGHTS OPPOSED TO SUPERNATURAL IDEAS A TRANSLATION OF BARON D'HOLBACH'S "LE BON SENS"

Gotzen-DammerungIrrthum vom freien Willen.--Wir haben heute kein Mitleid mehr mit dem Begriff "freier Wille": wir wissen nur zu gut, was er ist--das anruechigste Theologen-Kunststueck, das es giebt, zum Zweck, die Menschheit in ihrem Sinne "verantwortlich" zu machen, das heisst sie von sich abhaengig zu machen... Ich gebe hier nur die Psychologie alles Verantwortlichmachens.--ueberall, wo Verantwortlichkeiten gesucht werden, pflegt es der Instinkt des Strafen-und Richten-Wollens zu sein, der da sucht.

Grace Harlowe's Second Year at Overton College--Jessie Graham FlowerGrace nodded. "She is one of my dearest friends and belongs to our sorority at home. At one time she was my bitterest enemy," she continued reminiscently. "She was so self-willed and domineering that none of us could endure her. She entered the junior class in high school when Miriam, Anne and I did. For a year and a half she made life miserable for all of us, then something happened and she turned out gloriously. I'll tell you all about it some other time."

Grand-Daddy Whiskers, M.D.--Nellie M. Leonard Limpy-toes was generous with his automobile. He was busy, for Grand-daddy's practice was growing larger, and as Limpy-toes was studying medicine, he often went along with Grand-daddy. But he found time to give the little mice many jolly rides along the pine-strewn paths and lanes. Sometimes he allowed Wink or Wiggle to steer and they felt very proud indeed.

Great Fortunes from Railroads--Gustavus MyersThe juggling of railroads and the virtual seizure of coal mines were by no means the only accomplishments of the Vanderbilt family in the years under consideration. Colorless as was the third generation, undistinguished by any marked characteristic, extremely commonplace in its conventions, it yet proved itself a worthy successor of Commodore Vanderbilt. The lessons he had taught of how to appropriate wealth were duly followed by his descendants, and all of the ancestral methods were closely adhered to by the third generation. Whatever

Greifenstein--F. Marion CrawfordGreifenstein saw before him a tall man, with abundant white hair and a snowy beard, of bronzed complexion, evidently strong in spite of his years, chiefly remarkable for the heavy black eyebrows that shaded his small grey eyes. The latter were placed too near together, and the eyelids slanted downwards at the outer side, which gave the face an expression of intelligence and great cunning. Deep lines furrowed the high forehead, and descended in broad curves from beneath the eyes till they lost themselves in the beard. Kuno von Rieseneck was evidently a man of strong feelings and passions, of energetic temperament, clever, unscrupulous, but liable to go astray after strange ideas, and possibly capable of something very like fanaticism.

Grisly GrisellFull title: GRISLY GRISELL, or THE LAIDLY LADY OF WHITBURN: A TALE OF THE WARS OF THE ROSES

Gulliver's Travels into Several Remote Nations of the WorldTheir heads and breasts were covered with a thick hair, some frizzled, and others lank; they had beards like goats, and a long ridge of hair down their backs, and the fore parts of their legs and feet; but the rest of their bodies was bare, so that I might see their skins, which were of a brown buff colour. They had no tails, nor any hair at all on their buttocks,

Guns And Snowshoes--Captain Ralph BonehillFull title: GUNS AND SNOWSHOES Or The Winter Outing of the Young Hunters

Half a Dozen Girls--Anna Chapin Ray"Well," resumed Molly, ignoring her brother's threatening glances; "as soon as we turned the corner, coming home, we noticed a most awful smell. It grew worse, the nearer we came to the house; and then we saw the kitchen door wide open, and the smoke just pouring out in streams." Molly's metaphors were becoming mixed, but the girls never minded that, as she continued, "Mamma was dreadfully frightened, for she thought the house was on fire. We rushed in, and there was the meat frizzling away on the stove, and Alan so excited that he was just hopping up and down and crying, and letting it burn away, because he didn't dare take it off. It was more than a week before the smoke was out of the house."

Half-Hours with Great Story-Tellers"And if he tried to catch her, she glided from him in an instant; not in the least afraid of him, but thinking it part of the game not to be caught. With one push of her foot, she would be floating in the air above his head; or she would go dancing backwards and forwards and sideways, like a great butterfly. It happened several times, when her father and mother were holding a consultation about her in private, that they were interrupted by vainly repressed outbursts of laughter over their heads; looking up with indignation, saw her floating at full length in the air above them, whence she regarded them with the most comical appreciation of the position.

Half-Past Seven Stories--Robert Gordon AndersonMy, how Duckie the Stepchild must like this weather! There he was now, and his father and his mother and all his relatives. All just letting the water run off their backs and having a grand time. But Father Wyandotte and all his family were sticking pretty close to the coops. Funny how ducks liked water and chickens didn't, all but the Gold Rooster on the top of the barn. He never seemed to mind it a bit. Marmaduke looked for him up in the sky, but he was almost hidden by the rain and the gray mist, and stood there on his high perch, swinging from East to North, and back again.

Han d'Islande --Oui, reprit Arthur; on a trouv� dans son charnier un cadavre mutil�, en sorte que la justice le fait poursuivre comme sacril�ge. Mais un petit lapon, qui le servait et qui est rest� seul au Spladgest, pense, avec tout le peuple, que le diable l'a emport� comme sorcier.

Handbook of Universal Literature--Anne C. Lynch BottaHISTORY.--The earliest extant Japanese record is a work entitled "Kojiki," or book of ancient traditions. It treats of the creation, the gods and goddesses of the mythological period, and gives the history of the Mikados from the accession of Jimmu, year 1 (660 B.C.), to 1288 of the Japanese year. It was supposed to date from the first half of the eighth century, and another work "Nihonghi," a little later, also treats of the mythological period. It abounds in traces of Chinese influence, and in a measure supersedes the "Kojiki." These are the oldest books in the language. They are the chief exponents of the Shinto faith, and form the bases of many commentaries and subsequent works.

Handy Andy, Vol. 2--Samuel Lover "'An honest man would make no objection to be sarched,' said the Squire; 'and I insist on it,' says he, laying hold o' the bag, and Tom purtending to fight all the time; but, my jewel! before two minutes, they shook the cat out o' the bag, sure enough, and off she went with her tail as big as a sweeping brush, and the Squire, with a thundering view halloo after her, clapt the dogs at her heels, and away they went for the bare life. Never was there seen such running as that day--the cat made for a shaking bog, the loneliest place in the whole country, and there the riders were all thrown out, barrin' the huntsman, who had a web-footed horse on purpose for soft places; and the priest, whose horse could go anywhere by reason of the priest's blessing; and, sure enough, the huntsman and his riverence stuck to the hunt like wax; and just as the cat got on the border of the bog, they saw her give a twist as the foremost dog closed with her, for he gave her a nip in the flank.

Hanley Castle--W.S. SymondsBeing an unusually wet season, we passed the first night in pouring rain, a thick fog rising in the morning, shrouding alike besiegers and besieged. When the fog cleared, those who occupied the high grounds, commanding the view of the city, little thought that it could long hold out against the formidable array which begirt it on all sides. But unfortunately, in the King's army, there were too many gentlemen and cavalry officers, amateur soldiers riding fine horses and attended by fine servants, who never put foot in the trenches.

Hanna--J. L. Runeberg Tyttaerehensaepae hellaest' arvosa pastori silmaes, poltteli, naurussa suu, ja nyt puoleksi kiusaten lausui: "Hanna, mun lapseni, ei sopivaista sun vastata oiti, niinkuin ennalta aatellut kosijoita jo oisit; arvon herralta taas pian vierii paeivae ja toinen vastaust' ootellen, sinae kunnes mietit ja tyynnyt." Lausui naein hymysuin.

Harlequin and Columbine"It's because I'm so happy," she explained--to his way of thinking, divinely. "I'm so happy I just pour out everything. I want to sing every minute. You see, it seemed such a long while that I was waiting for my chance. Some of us wait forever, Mr. Canby, and I was so afraid mine might never come. If it hadn't come now it might never have come. If I'd missed this one, I might never have had another. It frightens me to think of it-- and I oughtn't to be thinking of it! I ought to be spending all my time on my knees thanking God that old Mr. Packer got it into his head that 'The Little Minister' was a play about the Baptists!"

Harold, The Last Of The Saxon KingsTrue Hero of the North, true darling of War and of Song, was Harold Hardrada! At the terrible battle of Stiklestad, at which his brother, St. Olave, had fallen, he was but fifteen years of age, but his body was covered with the wounds of a veteran. Escaping from the field, he lay concealed in the house of a Bonder peasant, remote in deep forests, till his wounds were healed. Thence, chaunting by the way, (for a poet's soul burned bright in Hardrada,) "That a day would come when his name would be great in the land he now left," he went on into Sweden, thence into Russia, and after wild adventures in the East, joined, with the bold troop he had collected around him, that famous body-guard of the Greek emperors [223], called the Vaeringers, and of these he became the chief.

Haste and Waste--Oliver OpticFull title: HASTE AND WASTE OR THE YOUNG PILOT OF LAKE CHAMPLAIN A STORY FOR YOUNG PEOPLE

Healthful Sports for Boys--Alfred RochefortI like work that develops the ingenuity of the boy. On a long mill pond out in Kentucky--this was some years ago--I came upon some boys who were managing a raft propelled by a sail made from two bed sheets. The body of this strange craft consisted of four logs, sharpened at the bow and of varying length, so as to present a wedge point to the water. Across the logs cleats were nailed that kept them together and answered for a deck. A stout pole, secured in front, served for a mast and a smaller pole, with a piece of board nailed to the end, acted as a rudder.

Heart and Science"Ask as often as you like--provided Mrs. Gallilee doesn't accompany you. If she's obstinate, it may not be amiss to give your wife a word of warning. In my opinion, the old nurse is not likely to let her off, next time, with her life. I've had a little talk with that curious foreign savage. I said, 'You have committed, what we consider in England, a murderous assault. If Mrs. Gallilee doesn't mind the public exposure, you may find yourself in a prison.' She snapped her fingers in my face.

Heidi kann brauchen, was es gelernt hatDer Ohi lachelte ein wenig. "Es kommt mehr vom Probieren als vom Studieren", entgegnete er, aber auf seinem Gesichte lag trotz des Lachelns ein Zug der Traurigkeit. Vor seinen Augen war aus langst vergangener Zeit das leidende Antlitz eines Mannes aufgestiegen, der so in einen Stuhl gebettet dasas und so verstummelt war, das er kaum ein Glied mehr gebrauchen konnte. Das war sein Hauptmann, den er in Sizilien nach dem heisen Gefechte so an der Erde gefunden und weggetragen hatte und der ihn nachher als einzigen Pfleger um sich litt und nicht mehr von sich gelassen hatte, bis seine schweren Leiden zu Ende waren.

Heidis Lehr- und Wanderjahre--Johanna SpyriHeidi war beordert worden, sich in sein Zimmer zuruckzuziehen und da zu warten, bis es gerufen wurde, denn die Grosmutter wurde zuerst bei Klara eintreten und diese wohl allein sehen wollen. Heidi setzte sich in einen Winkel und repetierte seine Anrede. Es wahrte gar nicht lange, so steckte die Tinette den Kopf ein klein wenig unter Heidis Zimmertur und sagte kurz angebunden wie immer: "Hinubergehen ins Studierzimmer!"

Helen With The High HandHelen poured out the tea. Emanuel took a cup and saucer in one hand and the plate of bread and butter in the other, and ceremoniously approached Sarah Swetnam. Sarah accepted the cup and saucer, delicately chose a piece of bread and butter, and lodged it on her saucer, and went on talking.

Helen--Maria Edgeworth "Why not?" Beauclerc asked, "it was full as well worth having as many of the relics to be found in most young ladies' and even old gentlemen's museums. It was quite sufficient whether a man had been great or little that he had been talked of,--that he had been something of a lion--to make any thing belonging to him valuable to collectors, who preserve and worship even 'the parings of lions' claws.'"

HELL BELOWTHE submarine, Doc Savage noted, was one of the late type of U-boats, a craft built for efficiency and strength rather than impressive size and cruising ability. In the present war, it had been discovered by the enemy that smaller submarines took less material, were more compact, and could be maneuvered more readily under circumstances where maneuverability was the answer to whether the crew got back home or not.

Hello, Boys!Lie down, and let the billows hide your shame,/ Oh, shorn and naked outcast of the seas!/ You who confided to each ocean breeze/ Your coming conquests, and made loud acclaim/ Of your own grandeur and exalted fame;/ You who have catered to the world's disease;/ You who have drunk hate's wine, and found the lees;/ Lie down! and let all men forget your name!/

Henrik Ibsen--Edmund Grosse Ibsen's four years in Italy were years of rest, of solitude, of calm. The attitude of Ibsen to Italy was totally distinct from that of other illustrious exiles of his day and generation. The line of pilgrims from Stendhal and Lamartine down to Ruskin and the Brownings had brought with them a personal interest in Italian affairs; Italian servitude had roused some of them to anger or irony; they had spent nights of insomnia dreaming of Italian liberty. Casa Guidi Windows may be taken as the extreme type of the way in which Italy did not impress Ibsen.

Henry Fielding: A Memoir--G. M. Godden If the 'sunrise' of Fielding's genius did indeed shine forth on the publication of Joseph Andrews, it was a sunrise attended by dark clouds. For, with the appearance of these two little volumes, we enter on the most obscure period of the great novelist's life, and on that in which he appears to have suffered the severest 'invasions of Fortune.'

Herbert Carter's Legacy--Horatio Alger"She appeared to expect the bulk of the property. I am afraid her husband will have a hard time of it for a week to come," said the lawyer, laughing. He will have to bear the brunt of her disappointment. Well, there seems no more for us to do here. We have found out the value of your legacy, and may lock the trunk again. If you will lend a hand, we will take it across to my house, so that there may be no delay when the stage calls in the morning."

HERCULES DYING, BY MARMONTELJEALOUSY: No, no, in the whole of nature,/ Everyone happy is my rival./ I would like for the Sun to darken the light/ Of Alcidas, as shivering I admire his labors./ The happiness of Deijaneira/ Revolts me, tears me apart.

Here, There And Everywhere--Lord Frederic HamiltonA tropical night is seldom quiet, what with the croaking of frogs, the chirping of the cicadas, and some bird, insect, or reptile that imitates the winding in of a fishing-reel for hours together, but really the noise of the Jamaican nights after the earthquake was quite unbearable. Negroes are very hysterical, and some black preachers had utilised the earthquake to start a series of revival meetings, and these were held just outside the grounds of King's House. Right through the night they lasted, with continual hymn-singing, varied with loud cries and groans. "Abide with me" is a beautiful hymn, but really its beauties began to pall when it had been sung through from beginning to end nine times running.

Hereward, The Last of the English--Charles KingsleyBut their mishaps were not over yet. They were hardly out of Stronsay Frith when they saw the witch-whale again, following them up, rolling and spouting and breaching in most uncanny wise. Some said that they saw a gray woman on his back; and they knew--possibly from the look of the sky, but certainly from the whale's behavior--that there was more heavy weather yet coming from the northward.

HEROES AND ROMANTICS OF OUR TIMES--Frank J. MorlockDalton There isn't any better way. This is the only way which satisfies my taste for adventure--and at the same time affords me maximum security. I need security, you know. Not for me, but for my function. The Sheriff must be respected. I've got to set an example to the community. What do you expect? Besides, my wife is getting more and more jealous. She's watching me, spying on me, following me--all the time. I saw her face in a cab the other night when I was at the scene of a crime. Terrible. This is the only place I'm safe. In my office. She's capable of anything, anything, my wife.

Heroic Romances of Ireland Volume 1--A. H. LeahyThen that lady rose behind Manannan as he passed, and Manannan greeted her: "O lady!" he said, "which wilt thou do? wilt thou depart with me, or abide here until Cuchulain comes to thee?" "By my troth," answered Fand, "either of the two of ye were a fitting spouse to adhere to; and neither of you two is better than the other; yet, Manannan, it is with thee that I go, nor will I wait for Cuchulain, for he hath betrayed me; and there is another matter, moreover, that weigheth with me, O thou noble prince!"

Heroic Romances of Ireland Volume 2--A. H. Leahy"Trust us well," answered Conall, "that raid will we do!/And the castle they sought, and the snake at them flew:/ For it darted on Conall, and twined round his waist;/ Yet the whole of that castle they plundered in haste,/ And the woman was freed, and her sons with her three/ And away from her prison she went with them free/

Himalayan Journals--J. D. HookerThe contrast between the conduct of the Bhotan men and that of the Lepchas and Nepalese was so marked, that I seriously debated in my own mind the propriety of sending the former back to Dorjiling, but yielded to the remonstrances of their Sirdar and the Nepal guard, who represented the great difficulty we should have in replacing them, and above all, the loss of time, at this season a matter of great importance. We accordingly started again the following morning, and still keeping in a western direction, crossed the posts in the forest dividing Sikkim from Nepal, and descended into the Myong valley of the latter country, through which flows the river of that name, a tributary of the Tambur.

Hin Und Her--H. H. Fick Sie flog hin und her und schrie, so laut sie konnte. Die Knaben machten sich aber nichts daraus. Endlich hoerte die Schwester der boesen Knaben das Voegelein schreien. Gleich ging sie hin und nahm ihren Bruedern das Nestchen Weg und trug es wieder in die Hecke. Seit dieser Zeit hatten die Voegelein das Maedchen recht lieb, und wenn es im Garten war, sangen sie noch einmal so schoen wie sonst.

His Sombre Rivals"Yes, I know she is engaged to your friend, Warren Hilland. She came over in the dusk of last evening, and, sitting just where you are, told me all. I kept up. It was not for me to reveal your secret. I let the happy girl talk on, kissed her, and wished her all the happiness she deserves. Grace is unlike other girls, or I should have known about it long ago. I don't think she even told her father until she had first written to him her full acknowledgment. Your friend, however, had gained her father's consent to his addresses long since. She told me that."

Historical Miniatures--August StrindbergThey became silent, as the sun rose and the heat increased. The low-growing tamarisk, wormwood, and soda-bushes afforded no shade. Wild fowl and larks were the only creatures that inhabited the waste. The herds of cattle, goats, and swine had disappeared, for Attila's army of half a million had eaten them up, and his horses had not left a single edible blade of grass.

History of American Literature--Reuben Post HalleckThe transcendentalist, while voicing his ecstasy over life, has put himself on record as not wishing to do anything more than once. For him God has enough new experiences, so that repetition is unnecessary. He dislikes routine. "Everything," Emerson says, "admonishes us how needlessly long life is," that is, if we walk with heroes and do not repeat. Let a machine add figures while the soul moves on. He dislikes seeing any part of a universe that he does not use. Shakespeare seemed to him to have lived a thousand years as the guest of a great universe in which most of us never pass beyond the antechamber.

History of California--Helen Elliott Bandini"I remember one day, in the spring of 1848, that two men, Americans, came into the office and inquired for the Governor. I asked their business, and one answered that they had just come down from Captain Sutter on special business and they wanted to see Governor Mason in person. I took them in to the colonel and left them together. After some time the colonel came to his door and called to me. I went in and my attention was directed to a series of papers unfolded on his table, in which lay about half an ounce of placer gold.

History of England--George Burton AdamsFull title: The History of England From the Norman Conquest to the Death of John (1066-1216). Special thanks to Beth Trapaga for putting this file together.

History of King Charles II of England--Jacob AbbottOur Prince Charles now becomes, by the death of his father, King Charles the Second, both of England and of Scotland. That is, he becomes so in theory, according to the principles of the English Constitution, though, in fact, he is a fugitive and an exile still. Notwithstanding his exclusion, however, from the exercise of what he considered his right to reign, he was acknowledged as king by all true Royalists in England, and by all the continental powers. They would not aid him to recover his throne, but in the courts and royal palaces which he visited he was regarded as a king, and was treated, in form at least, with all the consideration and honor which belonged to royalty.

History of Modern Europe 1792-1878--C. A. FyffeThus in the spring of 1861, within two years from the outbreak of war with Austria, Italy with the exception of Rome and Venice was united under Victor Emmanuel. Of all the European Powers, Great Britain alone watched the creation of the new Italian Kingdom with complete sympathy and approval. Austria, though it had made peace at Zuerich, declined to renew diplomatic intercourse with Sardinia, and protested against the assumption by Victor Emmanuel of the title of King of Italy. Russia, the ancient patron of the Neapolitan Bourbons, declared that geographical conditions alone prevented its intervention against their despoilers.

History of Rome from the Earliest Times Down to 476 AD--Robert F. Pennell Canuleius also proposed another bill which he did not carry; viz. that the consulship be open to the plebeians. A compromise, however, was made, and it was agreed to suspend for a time the office of Consul, and to elect annually six MILITARY TRIBUNES in the Comitia Centuri�ta, the office being open to all citizens. The people voted every year whether they should have consuls or military tribunes, and this custom continued for nearly a half-century. The patricians, however, were so influential, that for a long time no plebeian was elected.

History of Southern Montana--Alva J. (Al) NoyesI do not remember who it was that built the first cabin in Bannack, as none were built until it began to get cold. Then everyone commenced to build. It would certainly be hard to say who was the first. The man who panned out the first gold on White Bar, Charlie Reville (as near as I can spell it). He got one dollar, using the lid of a camp kettle for a gold pan. William Still was also of this party. His name was not Still, but only a nickname.

History of the Philippine Islands Vols 1 and 2--Antonio de Morga While Don Luys Dasmarinas was governing, the suspicions and fear of Xapon continued, which, together with the Chinese trouble, kept the people in continual anxiety. The governor sent his cousin, Don Fernando de Castro, with letters and despatches to the viceroy of Canton and to that of Chincheo, where many of the Chinese who had seized the galley and killed Governor Gomez Perez, were thought to be found. Supposing that they had gone there with the galley, the governor requested the Chinese authorities to deliver the culprits for punishment, and to restore the royal standard, artillery, and other things which had been seized.

History of the Reign of Ferdinand and Isabella V1--William H. PrescottFerdinand, on receiving intelligence of his father's perilous situation, instantly resolved, by Isabella's advice, to march to his relief. Putting himself at the head of a body of Castilian horse, generously furnished him by the archbishop of Toledo and his friends, he passed into Aragon, where he was speedily joined by the principal nobility of the kingdom, and an army amounting in all to thirteen hundred lances and seven thousand infantry. With this corps he rapidly descended the Pyrenees, by the way of Mancanara, in the face of a driving tempest, which concealed him for some time from the view of the enemy.

Hobson's Choice--Harold BrighouseTUBBY (cutting bread). Every way you look at it. Mr. Hobson's not his own old self, and the shop's not its own old self, and look at me. Now I ask you, Mr. Heeler, man to man, is this work for a foreman shoe hand? Cooking and laying tables and--

Hold Up Your Heads, Girls!--Annie H. RyderHold the reins of feeling in obedience to what is good and right, no matter what the suffering is which follows. Do you remember how Irma loved the king in that grand struggle for character which Auerbach paints "On the Heights," where the full, rich nature of Irma, so capable of loving, so prone to err, yearns for the fulfilment of her longing, yet will not yield an inch of conscience when once she knows it is wrong for her to love? You know she dies struggling, but it is on the heights, where, Goethe tells us, "lies repose." There are many and many women martyrs who go to their graves unknown, suffering no pangs of the Inquisition, the gallows, or the guillotine, but tortured by unrequited affections,--by a love which it was not possible to gratify without a loss of principle or a sacrifice of conscience. Is it not better to break one's heart than to break one's soul?

Home Lyrics--Hannah. S. BattersbyFor I knew that the beautiful message,/ Came from fond nature's glorious king,/ So I linked it in rhythmical measure,/ For you, my own darling, to sing./ And as your clear voice gives it utterance,/ Think of her who has sent it to thee,

Home Missions In Action--Edith H. Allen When the frozen North called men with its lure of gold, an indomitable missionary led in all that made for the better life. When a devastating war had spent its fury and a helpless Africa, bound by heaviest chains of ignorance and superstition, waited, Home Missions responded.

HOMER AND HIS AGE--ANDREW LANGIron, we repeat, is in the poems a perfectly familiar metal. Ownership of "bronze, gold, and iron, which requires much labour" (in the smithying or smelting), appears regularly in the recurrent epic formula for describing a man of wealth. [Footnote: Iliad, VI. 48; IX. 365-366; X. 379; XI. 133; Odyssey, XIV. 324; XXI. 10.] Iron, bronze, slaves, and hides are bartered for sea-borne wine at the siege of Troy?

Honor Edgeworth--Vera "Guy, do not talk in that light way of any woman. I know what you men have long accustomed yourselves to believe--that woman was made purposely for your pleasure; 'Man for God only, she for God in him,'--but, all the same that does not exact the ratification of Heaven. If my sisters of Ottawa society, with whom you one moment amuse yourself, and the next amuse your listeners with a recital of their follies, are weak enough to seek to gratify you and your kind, 'tis not that such a weakness is a natural inheritance, for every woman who realizes her true worth, knows what a grand mission is before her, and consequently crushes such an absurd theory as fashionable women are brought up to believe from their infancy.

Horace--Theodore Martin Horace himself had manifestly watched the angry surges from the cliffs of Lebedos. But a more interesting record of the Asiatic campaign, inasmuch as it is probably the earliest specimen of Horace's writing which we have, occurs in the Seventh Satire of the First Book. Persius, a rich trader of Clazomene, has a lawsuit with Rupilius, one of Brutus's officers, who went by the nickname of "King." Brutus, in his character of quaestor, has to decide the dispute, which in the hands of the principals degenerates, as disputes so conducted generally do, into a personal squabble.

Hormones and Heredity--J. T. CunninghamThe zygote therefore, whether the sex of it is determined as male or female, has the same factor for the development of milk glands. On the chromosome theory as formulated by Morgan this factor must be in the somatic chromosomes and not in the sex-chromosomes, and must be present in every zygote. All the cells of the body, assuming that somatic segregation does not occur, must possess the same chromosomes as the zygote from which it developed, and whether the sex chromosomes are XX or XY or X, there must be at any rate one chromosome bearing the factor for milk glands. The functional development of these depends normally, according to the evidence hitherto discovered, on the presence or absence of hormones from the ovary or from the uterus.

Household Tales by Brothers GrimmNote: These fairy tales by brothers Grimm are based on the original 1884 translation "Household Tales" of Margaret Hunt. This text is based on the book "Grimm's household tales with the author's notes." By Grimm Jakob Ludwig Karl. Translated by Margaret Hunt. This text includes ALL Grimm's fairy tales and 10 children's legends. The Margaret Hunt translation is very true to the German original.

How to Live a Holy Life--C. E. OrrI want to remind you again that the mission of this little volume is to teach you how to live. The life beyond depends on the life here. Let me emphasize what I have repeatedly said before: to live as we should, we must live by every word of God. To live by every word of God is not only to hear it but also to do it. We have learned that, in order to enter the city of God and eat of the tree of life, we must do his commandments, and also that it is not "every one that sayeth, Lord, Lord, that shall enter the kingdom of heaven, but he that doeth the will of my Father which is in heaven."

How to Speak and Write Correctly--Joseph DevlinThe examples of these men are incentives to action. Poverty thrust them forward instead of keeping them back. Therefore, if you are poor make your circumstances a means to an end. Have ambition, keep a goal in sight and bend every energy to reach that goal. A story is told of Thomas Carlyle the day he attained the highest honor the literary world could confer upon him when he was elected Lord Rector of Edinburgh University. After his installation speech, in going through the halls, he met a student seemingly deep in study.

HUCKLEBERRY FINNYOU don't know about me without you have read a book by the name of The Adventures of Tom Sawyer; but that ain't no matter. That book was made by Mr. Mark Twain, and he told the truth, mainly. There was things which he stretched, but mainly he told the truth. That is nothing. I never seen anybody but lied one time or another, without it was Aunt Polly, or the widow, or maybe Mary. Aunt Polly--Tom's Aunt Polly, she is--and Mary, and the Widow Douglas is all told about in that book, which is mostly a true book, with some stretchers, as I said before.

Hugh Wynne, Free Quaker--S. Weir Mitchell"My Virginia fox-hunter," said my aunt, "is having evil days with the New England farmers. He is disposed to be despotic, says--well, no matter who. He likes the whipping-post too well, and thinks all should, like himself, serve without pay. A slow man it is, but intelligent," says my Aunt Gainor; "sure to get himself right, and patient too. You will see, Hugh; he will come slowly to understand these people."

Hunger I was hungry--very hungry. The ten shillings had, worse luck, lasted all too short. It was now two, ay, nearly three days since I had eaten anything, and I felt somewhat faint; holding the pencil even had taxed me a little. I had half a penknife and a bunch of keys in my pocket, but not a farthing.

Hunted and Harried--R.M. BallantyneThe executioner was about to obey when a noise was heard at the door of the Council Chamber, and a cavalier, booted and spurred and splashed with mud, as if he had ridden fast and far, strode hastily up to the Duke and whispered in his ear. The effect of the whisper was striking, for an expression of mingled surprise, horror, and alarm overspread for a few moments even his hard visage. At the same time the Bishop of Galloway was observed to turn deadly pale, and an air of consternation generally marked the members of Council.

Hunting the Lions--R.M. BallantyneIt has happened often that the poor animal's legs do their duty so badly that he falls and exposes his rider to be trodden into a mummy; or losing his presence of mind, the rider may allow the horse to dash under a tree, and crack his cranium against a branch. As one charge of an elephant has often been enough to make embryo hunters bid a final adieu to the chase, incipient Nimrods would do well to try their nerves by standing on railways till the engines are within a few yards of them, before going to Africa!"

Hunting with the Bow and Arrow--Saxton Pope A number of shafts having been similarly prepared, the Indian was ready to feather them. A feather he called pu nee. In fledging arrows Ishi used eagle, buzzard, hawk or flicker feathers. Owl feathers Indians seem to avoid, thinking they bring bad luck. By preference he took them from the wings, but did not hesitate to use tail feathers if reduced to it. With us he used turkey pinions.

Hypatia--Charles KingsleyPoor Hypatia! At first she determined not to lecture--then to send for Orestes--then to call on her students to defend the sanctity of the Museum; but pride, as well as prudence, advised her better; to retreat would be to confess herself conquered--to disgrace philosophy--to lose her hold on the minds of all waverers. No! she would go on and brave everything, insults, even violence; and with trembling limbs and a pale cheek, she mounted the tribune and began.

I and My Chimney--Herman Melville In those houses which are strictly double houses--that is, where the hall is in the middle--the fireplaces usually are on opposite sides; so that while one member of the household is warming himself at a fire built into a recess of the north wall, say another member, the former's own brother, perhaps, may be holding his feet to the blaze before a hearth in the south wall--the two thus fairly sitting back to back. Is this well? Be it put to any man who has a proper fraternal feeling. Has it not a sort of sulky appearance? But very probably this style of chimney building originated with some architect afflicted with a quarrelsome family.

Ice Creams, Water Ices, Frozen Puddings--Mrs. S. T. RorerFull title: Ice Creams, Water Ices, Frozen Puddings Together with Refreshments for all Social Affairs

Ideala--Sarah GrandIt was not always--although, unfortunately, it was oftenest at critical moments--that she was beset with this inability to see more than one side of a subject at a time. The odd thing about it was that one never knew which side, the pathetic or the humorous, would strike her. Generally, however, it was the one that related least to herself personally. This self-forgetfulness, with a keen sense of the ludicrous, led her sometimes, when she had anything amusing to relate, to overlook considerations which would have kept other people silent.

If I May--A. A. MilneMy partciular memory is of a quail-pie. Quails may be all right for Moses in the desert, but, if they are served in the form of pie at dinner, they should be distributed at a side-table, not handed round from guest to guest. The Countess having shuddered at it and resumed her biscuit, it was left to me to make the opening excavation. The difficulty was to know where each quail began and ended; the job really wanted a professional quail-finder, who might have indicated the point on the surface of the crust at which it would be most hopeful to dig for quails.

If I Were a Man--Charlotte Perkins GilmanShe began to struggle violently with this large dominant masculine consciousness. She remembered with sudden clearness things she had read, lectures she had heard, and resented with increasing intensity this serene masculine preoccupation with the male point of view.

Imaginations and Reveries--(A.E.) George William Russell The art of Hone and the elder Yeats, while in spirit filled with a sentiment which was the persistence of ancient moods into modern times, still has not the external characteristics of Gaeldom; but looking at the pictures of the younger Yeats it seemed to me that for the first time we had something which could be called altogether Gaelic. The incompleteness of the sketches suggests the term "folk" as expressing exactly the inspiration of this very genuine art. We have had abundance of Irish folk-lore, but we knew nothing of folk-art until the figures of Jack Yeats first romped into our imagination a few years ago.

Immensee--Theodor W. StormUeber sie hinweg oeffnete sich eine weite, sonnige Landschaft. Tief unten lag der See, ruhig, dunkelblau, fast ringsum von gruenen, sonnenbeschienenen Waeldern umgeben; nur an einer Stelle traten sie auseinander und gewaehrten eine tiefe Fernsicht, bis auch diese durch blaue Berge geschlossen wurde.

Immensee--Theodore W. StormStraight opposite, in the middle of all this forest verdure, there lay a patch of white, like driven snow. This was an expanse of blossoming fruit-trees, and out of them, up on the high lake shore, rose the manor-house, shining white, with tiles of red. A stork flew up from the chimney, and circled slowly above the waters.

Imperial Palace"Then you must know a lot about our business," said Miss Maclaren, at the close of the talk. "I wish I'd known this morning. I shouldn't have been so nervous for you. Mr. Cousin or Mr. Orcham might have told me, I think." The head-housekeeper's respect for her subordinate had increased as much as the intimacy. After all there was a glamour about managing a large country mansion for a celebrity that even the Imperial Palace could not offer. Silence fell for a moment.

Impressions And Comments--Havelock Ellis The musically voiced bells sound the hour from the great church, rich in beauty and tradition, and we walk across the market-place, this side the castle hill--the hill which held for six hundred years the precious jewelled crucifix, with the splinter of the "True Cross" in its secret recess, a careless English queen once lost from her neck--towards our quiet inn, a real museum of interesting things fittingly housed, for supper of Suffolk ham and country ale, and then to bed, before the long walk of the morrow.

In and Out of Three Normandy Inns--Anna Bowman DoddTwilight is the classic time, in all French towns and villages, for the al fresco lounge. The cool breath of the dusk is fresh, then, and restful; after the heat and sweat of the long noon the air, as it touches brow and lip, has the charm of a caress. So the door ways and streets were always crowded at this hour, groups moved, separated, formed and re formed, and lingered to exchange their budget of gossip, to call out their "Bonne nuit," the girls to clasp hands, looking longingly over their shoulders at the younger fishermen and farmers; the latter to nod, carelessly, gayly back at them; and then--as men will--to fling an arm about a comrade's shoulder as they, in their turn, called out into the dusk,

In Camp on the Big Sunflower--Lawrence J. Leslie "Huh! guess I didn't even start, after I saw what he could put up in the running line. Besides," Owen went on to say, "you must remember that I was tired, and carrying my fishing rod, as well as a bully old string of perch, which I calculated to clean for supper. Then, I hadn't lost any boy, you see. So I just hollered after him, and tried to let the silly goose know we didn't mean to hurt him."

In Direst Peril--David Christie MurrayI could see the baroness now. She was sitting with both hands on the keys, and as the cheering died away they rose and fell again with a loud and brilliant crash. Everybody turned and stared in a dead silence, and she began to sing. I had heard that song from Violet's lips, and a day or two later she made me a translation of it, of which I have long since forgotten everything but the first verse. It was a song of revolution, almost as popular in Italy, and quite as sternly prohibited, as was the Marseillaise in France.

In Divers Tones--Charles G. D. Roberts O Falterer, let thy past convince/ Thy future,--all the growth, the gain,/ The fame since Cartier knew thee, since/ Thy shores beheld Champlain!

In Exile and Other Stories--Mary Hallock FooteRuth Mary watched them with much interest, for travelers such as these seemed to be seldom came as far up Bear River valley as the Tullys' cattle range. The visitors who came to them were mostly cow-boys looking up stray cattle, or miners on their way to the "Banner district," or packers with mule trains going over the mountains, to return in three weeks, or three months, as their journey prospered. Fishermen and hunters came up into the hills in the season of trout and deer, but they came as a rule on horseback, and at a distance were hardly to be distinguished from the cow-boys and the miners.

In Ghostly Japan--Lafcadio Hearn One night, at a very late hour, Tomozo heard the voice of a woman in his master's apartment; and this made him uneasy. He feared that Shinzaburo, being very gentle and affectionate, might be made the dupe of some cunning wanton,--in which event the domestics would be the first to suffer. He therefore resolved to watch; and on the following night he stole on tiptoe to Shinzaburo's dwelling, and looked through a chink in one of the sliding shutters. By the glow of a night-lantern within the sleeping-room, he was able to perceive that his master and a strange woman were talking together under the mosquito-net.

In Midsummer Days and Other Tales--August StrindbergThe cavaliers cheered, and the swimmer could read the promise of love in his lady's eyes. But when he struck out for the shore, he found that he could not move from the spot. He had been caught in the current. The singer on the pier did not realise his danger, but merely thought he was fooling, and therefore she laughed. But the conductor, who saw death staring him in the face, misunderstood her laughter; a bitter pang shot through his heart, and then his love for her was dead.

In ole Virginia--Thomas Nelson PageFull title: In ole Virginia, or, Marse Chan and other stories.

In Prison and Out--Hesba StrettonWho can tell how long the hours of that night were? Darkness without, and within the utter blackness of despair. The craving hunger of disease, and the soul's hunger after the welfare of her children! The chilly dew of death, and the icy death-blow dealt to every lingering hope for them! When Bess awoke and bestirred herself early in the morning, her mother still lay speechless, and she dared not leave her. Euclid started on his day's work alone. There was no one she could ask for help; so she set about her little tasks of lighting a handful of fire, and making a cup of tea for her mother, which she could not persuade her to touch.

In Search of the Unknown--Robert W. Chambers"'Harold,' she would say, 'do you think I'm a fool? If I place the Crimson Diamond in any safe-deposit vault in New York, somebody will steal it, sooner or later.' Then she would nibble a sprig of catnip and peer cunningly at me. I loathed the odor of catnip and she knew it. I also loathed cats. This also she knew, and of course surrounded herself with a dozen. Poor old lady! One day she was found dead in her bed in her apartments at the Waldorf. The doctor said she died from natural causes.

In Simpkinsville: Character Tales--Ruth McEnery Stuart"Of co'se, Brother Binney"--he spoke with painful hesitation --"of co'se she'll look for you to come an' to put up a prayer, an' maybe read a po'tion o' Scripture. An' I've thought that over. Seems to me the whole thing is sad enough for religious services--ef anything is. I've seen reel funerals thet wasn't half so mo'nful, ef I'm any judge of earthly sorrers. There wouldn't be any occasion to bring in the doll in the services, I don't think. But there ain't any earthly grief, in my opinion, but's got a Scripture tex' to match it, ef it's properly selected."

In the ArenaFull title: In the Arena, Stories of Political Life

In the Court of King Arthur--Samuel Lowe"Launcelot," and the monk spoke sternly and yet with great sadness, "as measured by men thou art the bravest knight in Christendom. Chivalrous, strong, yet gentle and ever ready to succor the weak and distressed. Your name shall be emblazoned as symbolic of chivalry." The strange man paused for a time.

In the Courts of Memory 1858-1875--L. de Hegermann-LindencroneWho would have believed that, in the enjoyment of this beautiful music, we could have forgotten we were in the heart of poor, mutilated Paris--in the hands of a set of ruffians dressed up like soldiers? Bombs, bloodshed, Commune, and war were phantoms we did not think of.

In the Fog--Richard Harding Davis"For a flash of time I was too startled to act, but in the same flash I was convinced that the man had met his death from no accident, that he had not died through any ordinary failure of the laws of nature. The expression on his face was much too terrible to be misinterpreted. It spoke as eloquently as words. It told me that before the end had come he had watched his death approach and threaten him.

In The Heart Of The Rockies--G.A. Henty "The chief lay down beside me. I did not get much sleep, for my leg was hurting me mightily. From time to time he crawled out, and each time he returned saying, 'No snow.' I had begun to fear that when it came it would be too late. It could not have been long before daybreak when he said, as he crawled in: 'The Great Manitou has sent snow. My brother can sleep in peace.' An hour later I raised myself up a bit and looked out. It was light now. The air was full of fine snow, and the earth the chief had scraped out was already covered thickly.

In the Quarter--Robert W. ChambersRex concealed a frown in the ample folds of the towel. It crossed his mind that the colonel might better have stayed and taken care of his own daughter. If he, Rex, had had a sister, would he have liked her to be on a Bavarian mountaintop in a company composed of a gamekeeper, the manager of a Paris theater and his wife, and a young person who was about to make her debut in opera-bouffe, and to have no better guardian than a roving young art student? Rex felt his unfitness for the post with a pang of compunction. Meantime he rubbed his head, and Monsieur Bordier talked tranquilly on. But between vexation and friction Gethryn lost the thread of Monsieur's remarks for a while.

In the Tennessee Mountains--Charles Egbert CraddockAt the lowest ebb of his fortunes there came to him a letter from a young lawyer, much in his own professional position, but who had confessed himself beaten and turned sheep-farmer. Here, among the mountains of East Tennessee, said the letter, he had bought a farm for a song; the land was the poorest he ever saw, but served his purposes, and the house was a phenomenal structure for these parts,--a six-room brick, built fifty years ago by a city man with a bucolic craze and consumptive tendencies. The people were terribly poor, still, if his friend would come he might manage to pick up something, for there was not a physician in a circuit of sixty miles.

In the Track of the Troops--R.M. BallantyneWhen at a sufficient distance from the ship, an order was given by the officer in charge. Immediately the outrigger on the right or starboard side was run out by invisible hands to its full extent -- apparently fifteen feet beyond the bow of the launch; then the inner end of the outrigger was tilted violently into the air, so that the other end with its torpedo was thrust down ten feet below the surface of the water. This, I was told, is about the depth at which an enemy's ship ought to be struck. The launch, still going at full speed, was now supposed to have run so close to the enemy, that the submerged torpedo was about to strike her.

In Those Days--Jehudah Steinberg In the darkness of that night the rabbi never ceased talking to us, swallowing his own tears all the while. He told us the story of Joseph the righteous. It had been decreed in Heaven, said the rabbi, that his brethren should sell Joseph into slavery. And it was the will of the Almighty that Joseph should come to Egypt, to show the Egyptians that there is only one God in Heaven, and that the Children of Israel are the chosen people.

In Times of PerilFull title: IN TIMES OF PERIL A TALE OF INDIA.

In Troubador-Land--S. Baring-Gould From Trets I went on by train to Gardanne, watching the evening lights die upon the silver-grey precipices of Mont Victoire. At Gardanne I had to change, and kick my heels for two hours. Gardanne is a picturesque little town, built on a hill round a castle in ruins and a church very much restored. So restored did the church seem to be from the bottom of the hill that I doubted whether it would be worth a visit. Gardanne is surrounded by broad boulevards planted with trees. Now, no sooner has one passed inward, from this boulevard, than one finds a condition of affairs only a little less dreadful than that at Trets.

India's Love Lyrics--Laurence Hope et alDeep in the Temple's innermost Shrine is set,/ Where the bats and shadows dwell,/ The worn and ancient Symbol of Life, at rest/ In its oval shell,/ By which the men, who, of old, the land possessed,/ Represented their Great Destroying Power./ I cannot forget

Indian Fairy Tales--Collected by Joseph Jacobs At last he succeeded; heaven threw in his way a ruined well. He thought he could collect some water if he let down his chombu with the string that he always carried noosed to the neck of it. Accordingly he let it down; it went some way and stopped, and the following words came from the well: "Oh, relieve me! I am the king of tigers, dying here of hunger. For the last three days I have had nothing. Fortune has sent you here. If you assist me now you will find a sure help in me throughout your life. Do not think that I am a beast of prey. When you have become my deliverer I will never touch you. Pray, kindly lift me up."

Indian Frontier Policy--General Sir John Ayde It was arranged that Shah Soojah should enter Afghanistan with his own troops, such as they were, supported by a British army marching through Scinde and Beloochistan. The Governor-General expressed a hope that tranquillity would thus be established on the frontier, and a barrier formed against external aggression; and he ended by pro claiming that when the object was accomplished the British army would be withdrawn.

Indian Games--Andrew McFarland Davis"When the sides are equal the players will occupy an entire afternoon without either side gaining any advantage; at other times one of the two will gain the two games that they need to win. In this game you would say to see them run that they looked like two parties who wanted to fight. This exercise contributes much to render the savages alert and prepared to avoid blows from the tomahawk of an enemy, when they find themselves in a combat. Without being told in advance that it was a game, one might truly believe that they fought in open country. Whatever accident the game may cause, they attribute it to the chance of the game and have no ill will towards each other. The suffering is for the wounded, who bear it contentedly as if nothing had happened, thus making it appear that they have a great deal of courage and are men."

Indian Summer--William D. Howells"I think that the friends of progress must abandon assassination as invariably useless. The trouble was not that Alessandro was alive, but that Florence was dead. Assassination always comes too early or too late in any popular movement. It may be," said Mr. Waters, with a carefulness to do justice to assassination which made Colville smile, "that the modern scientific spirits may be able to evolve something useful from the principle, but considering the enormous abuses and perversions to which it is liable, I am very doubtful of it--very doubtful."

Indian Tales--Rudyard Kipling On the strength of this concession and his accumulated oil-savings, Janki Meah took a second wife--a girl of the Jolaha main stock of the Meahs, and singularly beautiful. Janki Meah could not see her beauty; wherefore he took her on trust, and forbade her to go down the pit. He had not worked for thirty years in the dark without knowing that the pit was no place for pretty women. He loaded her with ornaments--not brass or pewter, but real silver ones--and she rewarded him by flirting outrageously with Kundoo of Number Seven gallery gang.

Initiation into Literature--Emile Faguet LA FONTAINE.--La Fontaine was one of the greatest poets of any epoch. He had a profound sentiment for nature, a fine and penetrating knowledge of the character of men he depicted under the names of animals; he was free and fantastic as a philosopher but well instructed and sometimes profound; he had a gentle and smiling sensibility capable at times of melancholy and also now and again of a delicious elegiac; above all, he was endowed with incomparable artistic sense, which rendered him the safest and most dexterous manipulator of verse, of rhythms, and of musical sonorities, who appeared in France prior to Victor Hugo.

Inns and Taverns of Old London--Henry C. ShelleyNo evidence is available to establish the actual date when the Tabard was built; Stow speaks of it as among the "most ancient" of the locality; but the nearest approach to definite dating assigns the inn to the early fourteenth century. One antiquary indeed fixes the earliest distinct record of the site of the inn in 1304, soon after which the Abbot of Hyde, whose abbey was in the neighbourhood of Winchester, here built himself a town mansion and probably at the same time a hostelry for travellers. Three years later the Abbot secured a license to erect a chapel close by the inn. It seems likely, then, that the Tabard had its origin as an adjunct of the town house of a Hampshire ecclesiastic.

Inquiry into the Nature of PeaceFull title: An Inquiry into the Nature of Peace and the Terms of its Perpetuation

Intentions--Oscar WildeERNEST. 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 memories, or have never done anything worth remembering; which, however, is, no doubt, the true explanation of their popularity, as the English public always feels perfectly at its ease when a mediocrity is talking to it.

Introduction to the Dramas of Balzac--by Epiphanius Wilson, J Walker McSpadden But this very effort of Balzac to attain realistic characterization has resulted in producing what the ordinary reader will look upon as a defect in his stories. When we compared above the stories of this writer to a painting, we had been as near the truth, if we had likened them to a reflection or photograph of a scene. For in a painting, the artist at his own will arranges the light and shade and groups, and combines according to his own fancy the figures and objects which he finds in nature. He represents not what is, but what might be, an actual scene. He aims at a specific effect.

Introduction to the Old Testament--John Edgar McFadyenIf Amos is the St. James of the Old Testament, Hosea is the St. John. It is indeed possible to draw the contrast too sharply between Amos and Hosea, as is done when it is asserted that Amos is the champion of morality and Hosea of religion. Amos is not, however, a mere moralist; he no less than Hosea demands a return to Jehovah, iv. 6, 8, v. 6, but he undoubtedly lays the emphasis on the moral expression of the religious impulse, while Hosea is more concerned with religion at its roots and in its essence. Thus Hosea's work, besides being supplementary to that of Amos, emphasizing the love of God where Amos had emphasised His righteousness, is also more fundamental than his.

Iran, a country studyIran's future course in the late 1980s hinged upon a number of factors. These included the smoothness with which it would be able to make the transition to Ayatollah Khomeini's successor; the duration, cost, and settlement terms of the war with Iraq; the direction of Iran's foreign policy, in relation both to the superpowers and to the remainder of the world, particularly the countries of the region; and the skill of Iranian technocrats in taking the necessary steps to address the country's economic difficulties.

Iraq, a country study--Edited by Helen Chapin MetzThe Baath Party in Iraq, like its counterparts in other Arab regions (states), derived from the official founding congress in Damascus in 1947. This conclave of pan-Arab intellectuals was inspired by the ideas of two Syrians, Michel Aflaq and Salah ad Din al Bitar, who are generally regarded as the fathers of the Baath movement. Several Iraqis, including Abd ar Rahman ad Damin and Abd al Khaliq al Khudayri, attended this congress and became members of the party. Upon their return to Baghdad, they formed the Iraqi branch of the Baath. Damin became the first secretary general of the Iraqi Baath.

IRENE By VOLTAIRENote: Translated and adapted by Frank J. Morlock

Is Mars Habitable?--Alfred Russel WallaceThe special point to which I here wish to call attention is this. Mr. Lowell's main contention is, that the surface of Mars is wonderfully smooth and level. Not only are there no mountains, but there are no hills or valleys or plateaux. This assumption is absolutely essential to support the other great assumption, that the wonderful network of perfectly straight lines over nearly the whole surface of the planet are irrigation canals. It is not alleged that irregularities or undulations of a few hundreds or even one or two thousands of feet could possibly be detected, while certainly all we know of planetary formation or structure point strongly towards some inequalities of surface.

IS THINKING MERELY THE ACTION OF LANGUAGE MECHANISMS?--John B. WatsonIn a similar way the definite reaction to the word 'steepness' grows up. The lad takes a walk with his mother over stretches where there are no paths. When he goes up a hill he pants and blows and sweats. His mother says, "Steep, isn't it?" Steep becomes substitutable for panting and blowing and sweating. They come to another hill. The mother says "Steep, isn't it? You are tired; let's go round." He learns by trial and error that the word steep is followed by sweating, hard work and tired limbs and that this exertion can be avoided by turning to the right or left and circling instead of keeping straight on.

ISIS By QuinaultHIERAX: Let's stop loving an unfaithful woman./ Let's avoid the cruel shame/ Of serving, of adoring one who no longer loves us./ Let's finish breaking the chains that she has broken./ Let's disengage ourselves, let's leave such a funereal empire./ Alas! Despite myself I am sighing./ Ah, my heart, what cowardice!

Islands in the Air--Lowell Howard Morrow Owing to the success of the demonstration and the fact that the press of the entire country had spread its description far and wide, the Professor seized the opportunity to launch a stock company to exploit his invention whose scope and possibilities, he averred, were well nigh limitless. But he pointed out that its initial work would be in the field of the airplane. A line of his islands would be placed along every plane route. Machines would refuel and make repairs in the air. In the air, the islands would act as guideposts by day, and at night their beacons would flash out to cheer and guide the aviators on their way.

Israel, a country studyAnother development resulting from the 1929 riots was the growing animosity between the British Mandate Authority and the Yishuv. The inactivity of the British while Arab bands were attacking Jewish settlers strengthened Zionist anti-British forces. Following the riots, the British set up the Shaw Commission to determine the cause of the disturbances. The commission report, dated March 30, 1930, refrained from blaming either community but focused on Arab apprehensions about Jewish labor practices and land purchases. The commission's allegations were investigated by an agrarian expert, Sir John Hope Simpson, who concluded that about 30 percent of the Arab population was already landless and that the amount of land remaining in Arab hands would be insufficient to divide among their offspring.

Italian Hours--Henry JamesThere are times and places that come back yet again, but that, when the brooding tourist puts out his hand to them, meet it a little slowly, or even seem to recede a step, as if in slight fear of some liberty he may take. Surely they should know by this time that he is capable of taking none. He has his own way--he makes it all right. It now becomes just a part of the charming solicitation that it presents precisely a problem--that of giving the particular thing as much as possible without at the same time giving it, as we say, away.

Ivanoff IVANOFF. I suppose I am. As an onlooker, of course you see me more clearly than I see myself, and your judgment of me is probably right. No doubt I am terribly guilty. [Listens] I think I hear the carriage coming. I must get ready to go. [He goes toward the house and then stops] You dislike me, doctor, and you don't conceal it. Your sincerity does you credit. [He goes into the house.]

J. Cole--Emma GellibrandAs I turned the handle of the heavy iron gate, I looked down at the front kitchen window. A man stood in the kitchen, and he looked up and saw me--such a horrible-looking ruffian, too. Fear lent wings to my feet, and I flew up the road. The watchman was just entering the park from the opposite end; he saw me, and sounded his whistle; the policeman turned and ran towards me. I was too exhausted to speak, and he caught me, just as, having gasped "Thieves at 50!" (the number of our house), I fell forward in a dead swoon.

Jack Harkaway--Bracebridge HemyngFull title: Jack Harkaway and his son's Escape From the Brigands of Greece

Jack in the Forecastle--John Sherburne Sleeper But our bread! What shall I say of our bread? I have already spoken of it as mouldy and ANIMATED. On several occasions, in the course of my adventures, I have seen ship bread which could boast of those abominable attributes, remnants of former voyages put on board ships by unfeeling skinflints, to be "used up" before the new provisions were broached, but I never met with any which possessed those attributes to the extent which was the case on board the schooner John. Although many years have passed since I was supported and invigorated by that "staff of life," I cannot even now think of it without a shudder of disgust!

Jack North's Treasure Hunt--"Roy Rockwood"The soldiers kept up a continual run of conversation, Jack catching enough to know that the Chilian forces were gaining successes wherever they met the Peruvians. He also learned that the army of Bolivia was now their greatest concern, and that the latter was then on a march over the Andes to meet them.

Jack Ranger's Western Trip--Clarence YoungWhether the detective ever caught the slick thief the boys never learned. They made the trip out to Lake Erie, and when they had looked at the big body of water and taken a short trip in a launch they returned to the station to find it was nearly the hour set for the departure of their train.

Jack Winters' Gridiron Chums--Mark OvertonDuring this period the Chester spectators sat with a numb feeling clutching their hearts, though they tried their best to assume a confidence they could hardly feel. Their boys were really novices at the business, and it was to be expected, they reasoned, trying to bolster up their waning courage, that at first things would hit the Chester line hard. But just wait a bit, until they began to recover their wind, and Jack Winters was given a fair chance to unmask some of his hidden batteries. "He laughs longest who laughs last," was a saying with a good deal of truth behind it; and anyhow the game was very young yet. Besides, Marshall hadn't scored, after all, it seemed.

Jackanapes--Juliana Horatio EwingFull title: Jackanapes, Daddy Darwin's Dovecot and Other Stories

JACQUES DAMOUR--By EMILE ZOLA and HENNIQUENote: Translated and adapted by Frank J. Morlock

Jane Talbot If I am mistaken in my notions of duty, God forbid that I should shut my ears against good counsel. Instead of loathing or shunning it, I am anxious to hear it. I know my own short-sighted folly, my slight experience. I know how apt I am to go astray, how often my own heart deceives me; and hence I always am in search of better knowledge; hence I listen to admonition, not only with docility, but gratitude. My inclination ought, perhaps, to be absolutely neuter; but, if I know myself, it is with reluctance that I withhold my assent from the expostulator. I am delighted to receive conviction from the arguments of those that love me.

Jarwin and CuffyThoroughly understanding and appreciating this remark, Cuffy roused himself and looked on with profound interest, while his master cut up a dried fish. Having received a large share of it, he forgot everything else, and devoted all his powers, physical and mental, to the business in hand. Although Jarwin also applied himself to the food with the devotion of a man whose appetite is sharp, and whose strength needs recruiting, he was very far indeed from forgetting other things. He kept his eyes the whole time on the approaching sail, and once or twice became so absorbed and so anxious lest the vessel should change her course

Jean Christophe: In Paris--Romain Rolland Defeat new-forges the chosen among men: it sorts out the people: it winnows out those who are purest and strongest, and makes them purer and stronger. But it hastens the downfall of the rest, or cuts short their flight. In that way it separates the mass of the people, who slumber or fall by the way, from the chosen few who go marching on. The chosen few know it and suffer: even in the most valiant there is a secret melancholy, a feeling of their own impotence and isolation. Worst of all,--cut off from the great mass of their people, they are also cut off from each other. Each must fight for his own hand.

Jean-Christophe, Vol. I--Romain Rolland"One word only! No more talk of money. I hate money--the word and the thing itself. If I am not rich, I am yet rich enough to give to my friend, and it is my joy to give all I can for him. Would not you do the same? And if I needed it, would you not be the first to give me all your fortune? But that shall never be! I have sound fists and a sound head, and I shall always be able to earn the bread that I eat. Till Sunday!

Jeff BensonFull title: Jeff Benson, or The Young Coastguardsman

Jessica's First Prayer--Hesba StrettonWithout a shade of change upon her small face, she covered the penny with her foot, and drew it in carefully towards her, while she continued to chatter fluently to him. For a moment a feeling of pain shot a pang through Daniel's heart; and then he congratulated himself on having entrapped the young thief. It was time to be leaving now; but before he went he would make her move her bare foot, and disclose the penny concealed beneath it, and then he would warn her never to venture near his stall again. This was her gratitude, he thought; he had given her two breakfasts and more kindness than he had shown to any fellow-creature for many a long year; and, at the first chance, the young jade turned upon him, and robbed him!

Jewish History--S. M. DubnowFull title: JEWISH HISTORY. AN ESSAY IN THE PHILOSOPHY OF HISTORY

Jim Davis--John MasefieldI could think of nothing except the words: "I am a murderer." A wild wish came to me to run to the cliffs by Black Pool to see whether the bodies lay on the grass in the place where I had seen them (full of life) only a few hours before. Anything was better than that uncertainty. In one moment a hope would surge up in me that the men would not be dead; but perhaps only gagged and bound: so that I could free them. In the next there would be a feeling of despair, that the men lay there, dead through my fault, killed by Marah's orders, and flung among the gorse for the crows and gulls.

John Enderby--Gilbert ParkerThe King had entered quietly as the lady-in-waiting read this passage to the Queen, and, attracted by her voice, continued to listen, signifying to the Queen, by a gesture, that she and her ladies were not to rise. This was in the time when Charles was yet devoted to his Princess of Portugal, and while she was yet happy and undisturbed by rumours--or assurances--of her Lord's wandering affections.

John James Audubon--John Burroughs"Had a man the size of a mountain spoken to me in that arrogant style in America, I should have indignantly resented it; but where I then was it seemed best to swallow and digest it as well as I could. So in reply to the offensive arrogance of the banker, I said I should be honoured by his subscription to the "Birds of America." 'Sir,' he said, 'I never sign my name to any subscription list, but you may send in your work and I will pay for a copy of it. Gentlemen, I am busy. I wish you good morning.' We were busy men, too, and so bowing respectfully, we retired, pretty well satisfied with the small slice of his opulence which our labour was likely to obtain.

John Keble's Parishes--Charlotte M YongeFull title: JOHN KEBLE'S PARISHES: A HISTORY OF HURSLEY AND OTTERBOURNE

John March, Southerner--George Washington Cable"Oh, Mr. Ravenel; we can't. We just can't! It's the strangest thing in the world, sir! Nobody wants it but lumbermen, and to let them, faw a few cents an acre, sweep ove' it like worms ove' a cotton field--we just can't do it! Mr. Ravenel, what is the reason such a land as this can't be settled up? We'll sell it to any real settlehs! But, good Lawd! sir, where air they? Son an' me ain't got no money to impote 'em, sir. The darkies don't know anything but cotton fahmin'--they won't come. Let me tell you, sir, we've made the most flattering offers to capitalists to start this and that. But they all want to wait till we've got a good gov'ment. An' now, here we've got it--in Clearwateh, at least--an' you can see that these two men ain't satisfied!"

JOHN WESLEY'S NOTES: THE NEW TESTAMENT3. Unless the falling away--From the pure faith of the gospel, come first. This began even in the apostolic age. But the man of sin, the son of perdition--Eminently so called, is not come yet. However, in many respects, the Pope has an indisputable claim to those titles. He is, in an emphatical sense, the man of sin, as he increases all manner of sin above measure. And he is, too, properly styled, the son of perdition, as he has caused the death of numberless multitudes, both of his opposers and followers, destroyed innumerable souls, and will himself perish everlastingly.

JOHN WESLEY'S NOTES: THE OLD TESTAMENT10. Blood--This refers to Deut. xvii, 8, between the blood of the person slain, and the blood of the man-slayer. All the cities of refuge, except Hebron, now belonged to the kingdom of Israel, so that the man-slayer now usually fled to the courts of the temple, or the horns of the altar. And therefore the trial of these, was reserved for the court at Jerusalem. Law,--When any debates shall arise about the meaning of any of God's laws.

Johnson's Notes to ShakespeareVol. I, Comedies.

Joseph's Coat--David Christie Murray'I would as soon be shot as do it,' said the miserable John; 'but it has to be done. These are the circumstances:--Mr. Bushell charges the prisoner with forgery. The prisoner answers that he received the cheque from Mr. Bushell, cashed it for him at the bank, and paid the money into his hands. The people at the bank keep a register of the number of all notes paid out and received; they supply the police with a copy of that register in this particular case, and of course it becomes the duty of the police to trace the notes and see whose hands they pass through. Now, here'--he handed her a slip of paper from a pigeon-hole in his desk--'here is a copy of the bank manager's memorandum. Look at the notes yourself, Miss Donne--I hate myself for telling you!--and you will see that you have had put into your innocent hands a portion of the forger's gains. And now the murder's out!'

Journal of an African Cruiser--Horatio BridgeFull title: JOURNAL OF AN AFRICAN CRUISER: COMPRISING SKETCHES OF THE CANARIES, THE CAPE DE VERDS, LIBERIA, MADEIRA, SIERRA LEONE, AND OTHER PLACES OF INTEREST ON THE WEST COAST OF AFRICA.

Journalism for Women--E.A. Bennett I put forward these suggestions, not to be worked out, but merely to indicate how notions for articles should come to life in you. A constant effort to evolve ideas in this way cannot fail to be fruitful, and though most of the ideas will be cast aside as valueless, a few promising ones will remain. On no account abandon good articles because you fear they have been done before. Rorrison said: "Of course they have, but do them in your own way; the public has no memory, and besides, new publics are always springing up."

Journeys Through Bookland, Volume Four--Charles H. Sylvester One of the fine things about good poetry is that it will not only bear study and examination, but will yield new beauty and new pleasure as it is better understood. For instance, take the first stanza above. Lowell says Longfellow's poetry is sweet and easily understood and that one line follows another smoothly. To make us see how smoothly, he makes a beautiful comparison, draws for us an exquisite picture. As smooth, he says, as is our own river Charles when at night, fearing to disturb by so much as a single ripple the reflection of the crescent moon, a mirrored skiff, it glides along noiselessly but whispering gently to the reeds that line its shores.

Judaism--Israel AbrahamsThe historical consciousness of Israel was vitalised by a unique adaptability to present conditions. This is shown in the fidelity with which a number of ancient festivals have been maintained through the ages. Some of these were taken over from pre-Israelite cults. They were nature feasts, and these are among the oldest rites of men. But, as Maimonides wisely said eight centuries ago, religious rites depend not so much on their origins as on the use men make of them. People who wish to return to the primitive usages of this or that church have no grasp of the value and significance of ceremonial.

Junior Classics, V6OLD-FASHIONED TALES

JURGEN A play based on the novel of James Branch CabellBy Frank J. Morlock

Kabale und Liebe--SchillerFerdinand. Sie haben befohlen, gnaediger Herr Vater-Praesident. Leider muss ich das, wenn ich meines Sohns einmal froh werden will--Lass Er uns allein, Wurm!--Ferdinand, ich beobachte dich schon eine Zeitlang und finde die offene rasche Jugend nicht mehr, die mich sonst so entzueckt hat. Ein seltsamer Gram bruetet auf deinem Gesicht. Du fliehst mich--du fliehst deine Zirkel--Pfui!--Deinen Jahren verzeiht man zehn Ausschweifungen vor einer einzigen Grille.

KathleenKathleen left the room, and it seemed to Blair as though the sparkle had fled from the glasses, the gleam of candlelight from the silver. Across the cloth he had watched her--girlish, debonair, and with a secret laughter lurking in her eyes. And yet he had not had a chance to exchange half a dozen sentences with her.

Keineth--Jane D. AbbottNever in her life had Keineth been on a horse's back, but she had caught the challenge in Billy's laughing eyes and her soul flamed with daring. She clenched her teeth tightly and, because she was in mortal terror of slipping off from the pony, she gripped her knees with all her might against his shaggy sides. In a funny little gallop--very like a rocking horse--he circled the house, while from the shed Billy and Peggy shouted to her encouragingly.

Keith of the Border--Randall ParrishThey were not afraid of what he knew now, only desirous of not being seen. Confident as to this, he retreated openly, without making the slightest effort to conceal his movements, until he had regained the scene of murder. In evidence of the truth of his theory no further shots were fired, and although he watched that opposite sand bank carefully, not the slightest movement revealed the presence of others. That every motion he made was being observed by keen eyes he had no doubt, but this knowledge did not disconcert him, now that he felt convinced fear of revealment would keep his watchers at a safe distance.

Kenelm Chillingly--Edward Bulwer-LyttonFull title: KENELM CHILLINGLY HIS ADVENTURES AND OPINIONS

Keraban Le Tetu, Vol. I--Jules Verne "Le diable ne les tirerait pas de cette orniere! se dit Bruno. Il faut convenir que le seigneur Keraban a eu la une fiere idee de prendre cette route! Apres tout, cela le regarde!"

Keraban Le Tetu, Vol. II--Jules Verne Le seigneur Keraban, Ahmet et Van Mitten, etendus sur les bancs de bois, n'avaient encore pu trouver un instant de sommeil. La tempete, d'ailleurs, redoublait au dehors. Les ais de la maison de bois gemissaient sous ses coups. On pouvait craindre que le phare ne fut menace d'une dislocation complete. Le vent ebranlait la porte et les volets des fenetres, comme s'ils eussent ete frappes de quelque belier formidable. Il fallut les etayer solidement. Mais aux secousses du pylone, encastre dans la muraille, on se rendait compte de ce que pouvaient etre, a cinquante pieds au-dessus du toit, les violences de la bourrasque.

Kidnapped Baby Blake, Millionaire--Jacques Futrelle"Anyway, I got into the apartments and remained there for fifteen or twenty minutes. There was only one room which I didn't enter, of the four there. In that room, the woman explained, her husband was asleep. He had been out late the night before, she said. Of course I knew that.

King Arthur's Socks and Other Village Plays--Floyd DellVIVIEN. (lighting a cigarette) I don't know whether I'm so civilized, at that. You know me, Gwen. When I paint, do I paint like a lady?--or like a savage! (She does, in fact, appear to be a very headstrong and reckless young woman.)

King CoalHal stood looking at the cheering crowd. He had time to note some of the faces upturned to him. Pitiful, toil-worn faces they were, each making its separate appeal, telling its individual story of deprivation and defeat. Once more they were transfigured, shining with that wonderful new light which he had seen for the first time the previous evening. It had been crushed for a moment, but it flamed up again; it would never die in the hearts of men--once they had learned the power it gave. Nothing Hal had yet seen moved him so much as this new birth of enthusiasm. A beautiful, a terrible thing it was!

KING LEAR [Edmund is borne off./ Enter Lear, with Cordelia dead in his arms; Edgar, Officer and others./ Lear. Howl, howl, howl!--O, you are men of stones;/ Had I your tongues and eyes,/ I'd use them so/ That heaven's vault should crack:--She's gone for ever!--/ I know when one is dead, and when one lives;/ She's dead as earth.--/ [Cordelia awakens./ Cord. No, father. Just resting./ [Lear smiles in shock and wonder. They embrace. CURTAIN

King--of the Khyber RiflesImproved text, supersedes earlier version.

Knock, Knock, Knock and other storiesHe passed his hand over his face and with slow steps crossed the road towards the hut. But I did not want to give in so quickly and went back into the kitchen garden. That someone really had three times called "Ilyusha" I could not doubt; that there was something plaintive and mysterious in the call, I was forced to own to myself.... But who knows, perhaps all this only appeared to be unaccountable and in reality could be explained as simply as the knocking which had agitated Tyeglev so much.

Komik und Humor--Theodor LippsMan wird freilich finden, dass eine solche Enttaeuschung oder Durchbrechung unserer Vorstellungsgewohnheit nicht immer von einem merkbaren Unlustgefuehl begleitet sei. Dies beweist dann nur, dass das daraus fliessende Unlustgefuehl schwach sein und durch ein staerkeres Lustgefuehl leicht ausgeglichen oder ueberboten werden kann. In der That werden wir bei der Komik jenes Unlustgefuehl unter gewoehnlichen Umstaenden so schwach zu denken haben, dass es gegenueber der komischen Lust nicht aufkommen kann.

Kuwait, a country studyForeign trade has always dominated Kuwait's economy. Before the discovery of oil, merchants developed large transshipment and reexport businesses that, along with the sale of pearls to foreign dealers, yielded a substantial part of the population's income. The discovery of large quantities of oil provided a new and increasingly important export because Kuwait needed only small amounts of oil products domestically.

L'Arrabbiata--Paul HeyseDie Leute haben recht, die dir deinen Eigensinn vorhalten, wenn auch jener Name nicht schoen ist. Bedenkst du nicht, dass du nicht allein auf der Welt bist, und durch diesen Starrsinn deiner kranken Mutter das Leben und ihre Krankheit nur bitterer machst? Was kannst du fuer wichtige Gruende haben, jede rechtschaffene Hand abzuweisen, die dich und die Mutter stuetzen will? Antworte mir, Laurella!

L'assommoirLe soir, quand Gervaise se retrouva chez elle, elle resta abetie sur une chaise. Il lui semblait que les pieces etaient desertes et immenses. Vrai, ca faisait un fameux debarras. Mais elle n'avait bien sur pas laisse que maman Coupeau au fond du trou, dans le petit jardin de la rue Marcadet. Il lui manquait trop de choses, ca devait etre un morceau de sa vie a elle, et sa boutique, et son orgueil de patronne, et d'autres sentiments encore, qu'elle avait enterres ce jour-la. Oui, les murs etaient nus, son coeur aussi, c'etait un demenagement complet, une degringolade dans le fosse.

L'ile Des Pingouins Au nord, le rivage formait une baie profonde, qui devint par la suite un des plus illustres ports de l'univers. A l'est, au long d'une cote rocheuse battue par une mer ecumante, s'etendait une lande deserte et parfumee. C'etait le rivage des Ombres, ou les habitants de l'ile ne s'aventuraient jamais, par crainte des serpents niches dans le creux des roches et de peur d'y rencontrer les ames des morts, semblables a des flammes livides. Au sud, des vergers et des bois bordaient la baie tiede des Plongeons.

La Cite Antique--Fustel de CoulangesPlein titre: La Cite Antique Etude sur Le Culte, Le Droit, Les Institutions de la Grece et de Rome

La Conquete De Plassans --Pardi! cria du fond du corridor la voix furieuse de la cuisini�re, il n'y a plus rien de pr�t maintenant; tout est froid. Vous attendrez, monsieur. Mouret eut un rire silencieux; il cligna l'oeil gauche, en regardant sa femme et ses enfants. La col�re de Rose semblait l'amuser fort. Il s'absorba ensuite dans le spectacle des arbres fruitiers de son voisin.

La Terre Pauvre maison en loques, tassee, lezardee et branlante, raccommodee partout de bouts de planches et de platras! Elle avait du etre construite en moellons et en terre; plus tard, on en refit deux murs au mortier; enfin, vers le commencement du siecle, on se resigna a en remplacer le chaume par une toiture de petites ardoises, aujourd'hui pourries. C'etait ainsi qu'elle avait dure et qu'elle tenait encore, enfoncee d'un metre, comme on les creusait toutes au temps jadis, sans doute pour avoir plus chaud.

La vita sul pianeta Marte--Giovanni Virginio Schiaparelli Fino a questo punto abbiam potuto arrivare, combinando il risultato delle osservazioni telescopiche con probabili deduzioni tratte da principi conosciuti della Fisica, e da plausibili analogie. Concediamo ora alla fantasia un pi� libero volo; sempre appoggiati, per quanto � concesso, al fondamento sicuro dell'osservazione e del ragionamento, tentiamo di renderci conto del modo, con cui sarebbe possibile in Marte l'esistenza e lo sviluppo di una popolazione d'esseri intelligenti, dotati di qualit� e soggetti a necessit� non troppo diverse dalle nostre

Lady Mary and her Nurse--Catherine Parr TraillThe nurse smiled, and said, "It is not a fish at all, my dear; it is a dried beaver's tail. I brought it from the back lakes when I was at home, that you might see it. See, my lady, how curiously the beaver's tail is covered with scales; it looks like some sort of black leather, stamped in a diaper pattern. Before it is dried, it is very heavy, weighing three or four pounds. I have heard my brothers and some of the Indian trappers say, that the animal makes use of its tail to beat the sides of the dams and smoothe the mud and clay, as a plasterer uses a trowel.

LAME JERVAS"Every day afforded me fresh occasion to form comparisons between the sultan and his son; and my attachment to my pupil every day increased. My pupil! It was with astonishment I sometimes reflected that a young prince was actually my pupil. Thus an obscure individual, in a country like England, where arts, sciences, and literature are open to all ranks, may obtain a degree of knowledge which an eastern despot, in all his pride, would gladly purchase with ingots of his purest gold.

Last Of The BaronsThe position of the king-maker was, to a superficial observer, such as might gratify to the utmost the ambition and the pride of man. He had driven from the land one of the most gorgeous princes and one of the boldest warriors that ever sat upon a throne. He had changed a dynasty without a blow. In the alliances of his daughters, whatever chanced, it seemed certain that by one or the other his posterity would be the kings of England.

Last Poems--A. E. HousmanOh let not man remember/ The soul that God forgot,/ But fetch the county kerchief/ And noose me in the knot,/ And I will rot.

Later Poems--Alice MeynellAlong the graceless grass of town/ They rake the rows of red and brown,/ Dead leaves, unlike the rows of hay,/ Delicate, neither gold nor grey,/ Raked long ago and far away.

Laws of the Iroquois--Elias JohnsonFull title: Legends, Traditions, and Laws of the Iroquois, or Six Nations, and History of the Tuscarora Indians

Lays from the West--M. A. NichollOh! shadowy time of dreams, and mysteries,/ And longing hopes! Far in the dark blue skies/ The star-worlds glimmer brightly through the night;/ The flowers are sleeping that at close of day/ Wept dew-tears, as the sun's last fading light/ From glen and moor land slowly passed away,/

Le Docteur Pascal--Emile Zola Une apres-midi, le docteur alla, avec la jeune fille, voir un malade au petit village de Sainte-Marthe; et comme ils prenaient le chemin de fer, pour menager Bonhomme, ils firent a la gare une rencontre. Le train qu'ils attendaient venait des Tulettes. Sainte-Marthe etait la premiere station, dans le sens oppose, vers Marseille. Et, le train arrive, ils se precipitaient ils ouvraient une portiere, lorsqu'ils virent descendre la vieille madame Rougon du compartiment, qu'ils croyaient vide. Elle ne leur parlait plus, elle descendit d'un saut leger, malgre son age, puis s'en alla, l'air raide et tres digne.

Le Femme Noir--Ann Maria Hall"I am not come to that," was the reply; "and you are one saucy little maid to ask what I do not choose to tell. Amelie certainly entertained no fear of the spirit; 'La Femme Noir' could have had no angry feelings towards her, for my friend would wander in the ruins, taking no note of daylight, or moonlight, or even darkness. The peasants declared their young lady must have walked over crossed bones, or drank water out of a raven's skull, or passed nine times round the spectre's glass on Midsummer eve.

Le Mariage de Loti--Pierre LotiJohn lui-meme, mon bien-aime frere John, qui voyait tout avec ses yeux si etonnamment purs, qui eprouvait une surprise douloureuse quand on lui contait mes promenades nocturnes en compagnie de Faimana dans les jardins de la reine,--John etait plein d'indulgence pour cette petite fille qui l'avait charme.--Il aimait sa candeur d'enfant, et sa grande affection pour moi; il etait dispose a tout pardonner a son frere Harry, quand il s'agissait d'elle

Le Ventre de ParisCadine et Marjolin s'attaquerent alors aux tapissieres, aux baquets, aux camions, qui stationnaient dans la rue deserte. Ils montaient sur les roues, se balancaient aux bouts de chaine, escaladaient les caisses, les paniers entasses. Les arriere-magasins des commissionnaires de la rue de la Poterie ouvraient la de vastes salles sombres, qui s'emplissaient et se vidaient en un jour, menageant a chaque heure de nouveaux trous charmants, des cachettes, ou les gamins s'oubliaient dans l'odeur des fruits secs, des oranges, des pommes fraiches.

Lebanon, a country studyWestern indulgence with Lebanon ended in February 1984. The bombing of the United States Marines barracks in Beirut on October 23, 1983, with the loss of 241 American lives, and the death of some 59 French peacekeeping troops in a similar blast that day, proved how unstable the reconstruction environment was (see Internal Security and Terrorism , ch. 5). Fighting in the Shuf Mountains during the autumn of 1983 illustrated the difficulty of asserting government control even when occupying forces pulled back. Most of the MNF troops pulled out with the partition of Beirut and the renewed fragmentation of the Lebanese Army, although the French and Italians delayed their departure for humanitarian reasons.

Lectures and Essays--Goldwin SmithSupposing that man has ascended from a lower animal form, there appears to be ground at least for surmising that vice, instead of being a diabolical inspiration or a mysterious element of human nature, is the remnant of the lower animal not yet eliminated; while virtue is the effort, individual and collective, by which that remnant is being gradually worked off. The acknowledged connection of virtue with the ascendency of the social over the selfish desires and tendencies seems to correspond with this view; the nature of the lower animals being, so far as we can see, almost entirely selfish, and admitting no regard even for the present interests of their kind, much less for its interests in the future.

Lectures and Essays--T.H. Huxley"But the human bones and cranium from the Neanderthal exceed all the rest in those peculiarities of conformation which lead to the conclusion of their belonging to a barbarous and savage race. Whether the cavern in which they were found, unaccompanied with any trace of human art, were the place of their interment, or whether, like the bones of extinct animals elsewhere, they had been washed into it, they may still be regarded as the most ancient memorial of the early inhabitants of Europe."

Lectures Of Col. R. G. Ingersoll, Vol. I Let me give you my definition of metaphysics, that is to say, the science of the unknown, the science of guessing. Metaphysics is where two fools get together, and each one admits that neither can prove, and both say, "Hence we infer." That is the science of metaphysics. For this these ghosts were supposed to have the only experience and real knowledge; they inspired men to write books, and the books were sacred. If facts were found to be inconsistent with these books, so much the worse for the facts, and especially for the discoverers of these facts. It was then and still is believed that these sacred books are the basis of the idea of immortality, to give up the idea that these books were inspired is and to renounce the idea of immortal life. I deny it!

Lectures of Col. R.G. Ingersoll - LatestAs I have before said, man has produced every religion in the world. Why is this? Because each generation sends forth the knowledge and belief of the people at the time it was made, and in no book is there any knowledge formed, except just at the time it was written. Barbarians have produced barbarian religions, and always will produce them. They have produced, and always will produce, ideas and belief in harmony with their surroundings, and all the religions of the past were produced by barbarians.

Lectures on Dramatic Art and Literature--August Wilhelm Schlegel, trans: John Black Of the Old Comedy but one writer has come down to us, and we cannot, therefore, in forming an estimate of his merits, enforce it by a comparison with other masters. Aristophanes had many predecessors, Magnes, Cratinus, Crates, and others; he was indeed one of the latest of this school, for he outlived the Old Comedy. We have no reason, however, to believe that we witness in him its decline, as we do that of Tragedy in the case of the last tragedian; in all probability the Old Comedy was still rising in perfection, and he himself one of its most finished authors. It was very different with the Old Comedy and with Tragedy; the latter died a natural, and the former a violent death.

Legends That Every Child Should Know--Hamilton Wright MabieNow Felice had heard many whisperings how Guy was dying for love of her, since her handmaidens had compassion on the youth, and sought to turn her heart toward him; but Felice was in no mind to have a page for a lover. Howbeit on this very night she had a dream, wherein being straitly enjoined to entreat the youth with kindness as the only way to save a life which would hereafter be of great service to the world, she arose and came to a bower in the garden where Guy lay swooning on the floor. Felice would not stoop to help him, but her maids having restored him to his senses, Guy fell at her feet and poured out all his love before her. Never a word answered Felice, but stood calmly regarding him with haughty coldness.

LEONARDA--Bjornstjerne M. BjornsonHagbart. If I did not believe that it was the impulse of truth itself that guided me to you, I should not be standing here. I have had a long struggle. I have had to give up one prejudice after another, to enable my soul to find itself fully and go forward confidently. It has brought me to you--and now we will go forward together.

Leonardo da Vinci--Maurice W. BrockwellLeonardo has succeeded in producing the effect of the coup de theatre at the moment when Jesus said "One of you shall betray me." Instantly the various apostles realise that there is a traitor among their number, and show by their different gestures their different passions, and reveal their different temperaments. On the left of Christ is St. John who is overcome with grief and is interrogated by the impetuous Peter, near whom is seated Judas Iscariot who, while affecting the calm of innocence, is quite unable to conceal his inner feelings; he instinctively clasps the money-bag and in so doing upsets the salt-cellar.

Les Caves du Vatican--Andre GideLafcadio venait apparemment de d�jeuner; sur une table, dans une petite casserole, au-dessus d'un r�chaud � essence, trempait encore ce petit oeuf creux, en m�tal perfor�, dont se servent pour pr�parer leur th� les touristes soucieux du moindre bagage; et des miettes autour d'une tasse salie. Julius s'approcha de la table; la table avait un tiroir et le tiroir avait sa clef...

Les grands orateurs de la Revolution--Francois-Alphonse Aulard Mais si Mirabeau avait appris un peu de tout, ce n'etait pas seulement pour devenir "un honnete homme" a la mode du XVIIIe siecle, ou, comme nous disons aujourd'hui, par curiosite de dilettante: le but de ces etudes ne cessa d'etre, a son insu peut-etre, l'art de la parole. Directement ou indirectement, tout ce qu'il lit, tout ce qu'il ecrit ne va servir qu'a perfectionner en lui ce don de l'eloquence qui lui etait naturel. Tous ses livres sont des discours, et il n'ecrit pas une phrase qui ne soit faite pour etre lue a haute voix, declamee. Meme dans ses lettres d'amour, meme dans ses confidences a Sophie, il est orateur

LES NOCES CHIMIQUES DE CHRISTIAN ROSENCREUTZ--CHRISTIAN ROSENCREUTZLa corde nous fut tendue une seconde fois; mais beaucoup parmi nous avaient des cha�nes trop lourdes et des mains trop d�licates pour y rester accroch�s, et, en tombant ils en entra�naient beaucoup d'autres qui se seraient peut-�tre maintenus. H�las! j'en vis qui, ne pouvant se saisir de la corde en arrachaient d'autres, tant nous f�mes envieux dans notre grande mis�re. Mais je plaignis surtout ceux qui �taient tellement lourds que leurs mains s'arrach�rent de leurs corps sans qu'ils parvinssent � monter.

Les Quarante-Cinq, V1--DumasMaintenant avouons une chose, et cet aveu, quoique p�nible, est impos� � notre conscience d'historien: il ne r�sultait pas de cette belle enseigne que le cabaret s'emplit comme elle aux bons jours; au contraire, par des raisons que nous allons expliquer tout � l'heure et que le public comprendra, nous l'esp�rons, il y avait, nous ne dirons pas m�me parfois, mais presque toujours, de grands vides � l'h�tellerie du Fier Chevalier.

Letters from America--Rupert BrookeYet Boston is alive. It sits, in comfortable middle-age, on the ruins of its glory. But it is not buried beneath them. It used to lead America in Literature, Thought, Art, everything. The years have passed. It is remarkable how nearly now Boston is to New York what Munich is to Berlin. Boston and Munich were the leaders forty years ago. They can't quite make out that they aren't now. It is too incredible that Art should leave her goose-feather bed and away to the wraggle-taggle business-men.

Letters from the Cape--Lady Duff GordonBut now the glorious African summer is come, and I believe this is the weather of Paradise. I got up at four this morning, when the Dutchmen who had slept here were starting in their carts and waggons. It was quite light; but the moon shone brilliantly still, and had put on a bright rose-coloured veil, borrowed from the rising sun on the opposite horizon.

Letters of Anton Chekhov... Even your praise of "On the Road" has not softened my anger as an author, and I hasten to avenge myself for "Mire." Be on your guard, and catch hold of the back of a chair that you may not faint. Well, I begin.

Letters of Catherine BenincasaFull title: SAINT CATHERINE OF SIENA AS SEEN IN HER LETTERS TRANSLATED & EDITED WITH INTRODUCTION BY VIDA D. SCUDDER

Letters on Demonology and Witchcraft--Walter ScottAt length, in 1562, a formal statute against sorcery, as penal in itself, was actually passed; but as the penalty was limited to the pillory for the first transgression, the legislature probably regarded those who might be brought to trial as impostors rather than wizards. There are instances of individuals tried and convicted as impostors and cheats, and who acknowledged themselves such before the court and people; but in their articles of visitation the prelates directed enquiry to be made after those who should use enchantments, witchcraft, sorcery, or any like craft, invented by the devil.

Letters to His Children--Theodore RooseveltWe walked our ponies up and down steep, rock-strewn, and tree-clad slopes, where it did not seem possible a horse could climb, and on the level places we got one or two smart gallops. At last the lynx went up a tree. Then I saw a really funny sight. Seven hounds had been doing the trailing, while a large brindled bloodhound and two half-breeds between collie and bull stayed behind Goff, running so close to his horse's heels that they continually bumped into them, which he accepted with philosophic composure.

Libya, a country studyBy this time, the revolutionary government had come to look upon tribal organization and values as antithetical to its policies. Even Qadhafi, despite his beduin roots, viewed tribes as anachronistic and as obstacles to modernization. Consequently, the government sought to break the links between the rural population and its traditional leaders by focusing attention on a new elite--the modernizers who represented the new leadership. The countryside was divided into zones that crossed old tribal boundaries, combining different tribes in a common zone and splitting tribes in a manner that weakened traditional institutions and the force of local kinship.

Lieder von Lessing--Gotthold Ephraim LessingKleine Schoene, kuesse mich./ Kleine Schoene, schaemst du dich?/ Kuesse geben, Kuesse nehmen,/ Darf dich itzo nicht beschaemen./ Kuesse mich noch hundertmal!/ Kuess und merk der Kuesse Zahl./

Liesilauluja--L. OnervaMuisto syttyy, vielae kerran,/ valaisten kuin ennen,/ lepattaapi hento liekki/ iki-yoehoen mennen.

Life and Habit--Samuel ButlerIf such remarks as the above hold good at all, they do so with the words "personal identity." The least reflection will show that personal identity in any sort of strictness is an impossibility. The expression is one of the many ways in which we are obliged to scamp our thoughts through pressure of other business which pays us better. For surely all reasonable people will feel that an infant an hour before birth, when in the eye of the law he has no existence, and could not be called a peer for another sixty minutes, though his father were a peer, and already dead

Life And Times Of Washington, Volume 2By John Frederick Schroeder and Benson John Lossing

Life and Travels of Mungo Park in Central Africa On the 2d of December 1795, I took my departure from the hospitable mansion of Dr. Laidley. I was fortunately provided with a Negro servant, who spoke both the English and Mandingo tongues. His name was Johnson. He was a native of this part of Africa; and having in his youth been convoyed to Jamaica as a slave, he had been made free, and taken to England by his master, where he had resided many years; and at length found his way back to his native country. As he was known to Dr. Laidley, the Doctor recommended him to me, and I hired him as my interpreter, at the rate of ten bars monthly, to be paid to himself, and five bars a month to be paid to his wife during his absence.

Life and Voyages of Christopher Columbus, V2--Washington IrvingIt appeared, from the report of Ojeda and his followers, that the glowing accounts sent home by Columbus of his late discoveries on the coast of Paria, his magnificent speculations with respect to the riches of the newly-found country, and the specimen of pearls transmitted to the sovereigns, had inflamed the cupidity of various adventurers. Ojeda happened to be at that time in Spain. He was a favorite of the Bishop of Fonseca, and obtained a sight of the letter written by the admiral to the sovereigns, and the charts and maps of his route by which it was accompanied. Ojeda knew Columbus to be embarrassed by the seditions of Hispaniola; he found, by his conversations with Fonseca and other of the admiral's enemies, that strong doubts and jealousies existed in the mind of the king with respect to his conduct, and that his approaching downfall was confidently predicted.

Life at High Tide--VariousNote: Harper's Novelettes, Edited By William Dean Howells and Henry Mills Alden

Life in Canada Fifty Years Ago--Canniff HaightWe have but little to complain of as a people. Our progress during the last fifty years has been such as cannot but be gratifying to every Canadian, and if we are only true to ourselves and the great principles that underlie real and permanent success, we should go on building up a yet greater and more substantial prosperity, as the avenues of trade which are being opened up from time to time become available. But let us guard against the enervating influences which are too apt to follow increase of wealth.

Life of Her Most Gracious Majesty the Queen V.1.--Sarah TytlerOn the very day after the commutation of the sentence had been announced, Sunday, the 3rd of July, the Queen was again fired at as she sat by the side of her uncle, King Leopold, on her way to the Chapel Royal, St. James's. The pistol missed fire, and the man who presented it, a hunchback, was seized by a boy of sixteen called Dasset. So ridiculous did the group seem, that the very policemen pushed away both captor and captive as actors in a bad practical joke. Then the boy Dasset, who retained the pistol, was in danger of being taken up as the real culprit, trying to throw the blame upon another.

Life of Luther--Julius KoestlinLuther had now become possessed with a burning desire to refute, by means of the truth he had newly learned, the teaching and system of that School-theology on which he himself had wasted so much time and labour, and by which he saw that same truth darkened and obstructed. He first attacked Aristotle, the heathen philosopher from whom this theology, he said, received its empty and perverted formalism, whose system of physics was worthless, and who, especially in his conception of moral life and moral good, was blind, since he knew nothing of the essence and ground of true righteousness.

Life of Sheridan, Vol 2--Thomas MooreFull title: Memoirs of the Life of Rt. Hon. Richard Brinsley Sheridan Vol 2

Lifted Masks--Susan GlaspellIt lifted him then as a great wave--this passionate exultation that here was one man whom corruption could not claim as her own. Here was one human soul not to be had for a price! There flitted before him again a picture of that seventeen-year-old boy in the little red schoolhouse, and close upon it came the picture of this other young man against whom all powers of corruption had been turned in vain. With the one it had been the emotional luxury of a sentiment, a thing from life's actualities apart; with the other it was a force that dominated all things else, a force over which circumstances and design could not prevail.

Light O' The Morning--L. T. MeadeFull title: LIGHT O' THE MORNING The Story of an Irish Girl

Lineage, Life and Labors of Jose Rizal, Philippine Patriot--Austin CraigDoctor Rizal tells us that it was then that he first began to lose confidence in mankind. A story of a school companion, that when Rizal recalled this incident the red came into his eyes, probably has about the same foundation as the frequent stories of his weeping with emotion upon other people's shoulders when advised of momentous changes in his life. Doctor Rizal did not have these Spanish ways, and the narrators are merely speaking of what other Spaniards would have done, for self-restraint and freedom from exhibitions of emotion were among his most prominent characteristics.

Literary and Social Essays--George William Curtis We Americans laugh at ancestors; and if the best of them came back again, we should be as likely to laugh at his wig as listen to his wisdom. And in our evanescent houses and uneasy life we would no more have ancient ranges of family pictures than Arabs in their tents. Yet we are constantly building and visiting the greatest portrait gallery of all in the histories we write and read; and the hour is never lost which we give to it. It may teach a maid humility to know that her mother was fairer.

Literary Lapses--Stephen Leacock"Oh, Henry, quick! Baby has snatched the pill!" It was too true. Dear little Gustavus Adolphus, the golden-haired baby boy, had grabbed the whole Christmas dinner off the poker chip and bolted it. Three hundred and fifty pounds of concentrated nourishment passed down the oesophagus of the unthinking child.

Literary Love-Letters and Other Stories--Robert Herrick But let me love you always. Let me fancy you, when I walk down these gleaming boulevards in the silent evenings, as you sit flashingly lovely by some soft lamplight, wrapped about in the cotton-wools of society. That will reconcile me to the roar of these noonday streets. The city exists for you.

Literary Remains, V1 Unboastful Bard! whose verse concise, yet clear,/ Tunes to smooth melody unconquer'd sense,/ May your fame fadeless live, as never-sere/ The ivy wreathes yon oak, whose broad defence/ Embowers me from noon's sultry influence!

Literary Remains, Vol. 2--ColeridgeIt is essential to poetry that it be "simple" and appeal to the elements and primary laws of our nature; that it be "sensuous" and by its imagery elicit truth at a flash; that it be "impassioned," and be able to move our feelings and awaken our affections. In comparing different poets with each other, we should inquire which have brought into the fullest play our imagination and our reason, or have created the greatest excitement and produced the completest harmony. If we consider great exquisiteness of language and sweetness of metre alone, it is impossible to deny to Pope the character of a delightful writer; but whether he be a poet, must depend upon our definition of the word; and, doubtless, if every thing that pleases be poetry, Pope's satires and epistles must be poetry.

Little Bear at Work and at Play--Frances Margaret FoxBeside the spring were a number of Little Bear's old friends dressed in green satin coats, who were playing leapfrog. They asked Little Bear to play with them, and soon he was showing the frogs what long leaps he could make. And then, in a little while, many baby rabbits came and joined in the fun. The next that Little Bear knew, he was chasing baby rabbits over the rocks and catching nuts that the squirrels threw to him from the tree tops and having a joyful playtime.

Little EyolfRITA. [Throwing her arms passionately round his neck.] For then, at last, I should have you to myself alone! And yet--not even then! Not wholly to myself! [Bursts into convulsive weeping.] Oh, Alfred, Alfred--I cannot give you up!

Little Journeys To The Homes Of Eminent Artists--Elbert HubbardIn the lives of Botticelli and Rembrandt there is a close similarity. In temperament as well as in experience they seem to parallel each other. In boyhood Botticelli and Rembrandt were dull, perverse, wilful. Both were given up by teachers and parents as hopelessly handicapped by stupidity. Botticelli's father, seeing that the boy made no progress at school, apprenticed him to a metalworker. The lad showed the esteem in which he held his parent by dropping the family name of Filipepi and assuming the name of Botticelli, the name of his employer.

Little Journeys to the Homes of Great Reformers, V9--Elbert HubbardThe fact that with his own hands he carried five of his offspring to foundling asylums as they came into the world does not alter or change the fact that he was also the author of "Emile," in which book, let it be remembered, the idea of substituting natural for pedantic methods in the training and developing of the physical, mental and moral faculties of the growing child first found expression.

Little Memoirs of the Nineteenth Century--George PastonAfter the Christmas vacation of 1805, Haydon began to attend the Academy classes, where he struck up a close friendship with John Jackson, afterwards a popular portrait-painter and Royal Academician, but then a student like himself. Jackson was the son of a village tailor in Yorkshire, and the protege of Lord Mulgrave and Sir George Beaumont. The two friends told each other their plans for the future, drew together in the evenings, and made their first life-studies from a friendly coalheaver whom they persuaded to sit to them. After a few months of hard work, Haydon was summoned home to take leave of his father, who was believed to be dying.

Lives of the Necromancers--William GodwinFull title: LIVES OF THE NECROMANCERS: OR AN ACCOUNT OF THE MOST EMINENT PERSONS IN SUCCESSIVE AGES, WHO HAVE CLAIMED FOR THEMSELVES, OR TO WHOM HAS BEEN IMPUTED BY OTHERS, THE EXERCISE OF MAGICAL POWER.

Locusts and Wild Honey--John BurroughsThe notion has always very generally prevailed that the queen of the bees is an absolute ruler, and issues her royal orders to willing subjects. Hence Napoleon the First sprinkled the symbolic bees over the imperial mantle that bore the arms of his dynasty; and in the country of the Pharaohs the bee was used as the emblem of a people sweetly submissive to the orders of its king. But the fact is, a swarm of bees is an absolute democracy, and kings and despots can find no warrant in their example. The power and authority are entirely vested in the great mass, the workers.

Lonesome Land With one of her quick changes of mood she rose, patted her hair smooth, caught up a wrap oddly inharmonious with the gown and slippers, looped her train over her arm, took her violin, and ran lightly down-stairs. The parlor, the dining room, the kitchen were deserted and the lights turned low. She braced herself mentally, and, flushing at the unaccustomed act, rapped timidly upon the door which opened into the office--which by that time she knew was really a saloon. Hawley himself opened the door, and in his eyes bulged at sight of her

Look Back on Happiness--Knut Hamsun I didn't like him; his eyes were fawning and rested on the ground. He thought of nothing but land; he was land-greedy, like an animal that sought to escape its padlock. The other cotter had bought a slightly larger piece of land than he, a marsh that would feed one cow more; but he himself had only got this bit of a field. Still, this would amount to something, too, as long as he kept his health to work it.

LORD JIM--Frank J. MorlockNote: Adapted from the novel by Joseph Conrad

Lord Raingo"And the war won and all! That's the grateful public, that is. It's all along of calling up these men of forty-six, seven, eight, nine, and fifty. Fathers of families, Mainstays of commerce. Little shopkeepers. Yes, and some of 'em grandfathers. Can you beat conscripted grandfathers? That's how they look at it up in the constituencies. What do ye want with grandfathers in the Army, they say, when the Boche is on the run? Every M.P. is getting ten thousand letters, about, by every post. It isn't succeeding, Andy's Man Power Act ain't! They want it altered, and if it isn't altered there'll be hell raised.

Lost in the Backwoods--Catherine Parr TraillNote: Lost in the Woods was originally published in 1852 under the title The Canadian Crusoes: A Tale of the Rice Lake Plains. After several editions, it was republished in 1882 under its present title, as Lost in the Backwoods.

Lost in the Forest--R.M. BallantyneHere, one evening, they were becalmed not far from land, and Griffin ordered a boat to be lowered, with a crew to go ashore. The captain had been in low spirits that day, from what cause was not known, and no one ever found out the reason, but certain it is that he was unusually morose and gruff. He was also rather absent, and did not observe the fact that Larry O'Hale, Muggins, and Will Osten were among the crew of the boat. The mate observed it, however, and having a shrewd suspicion of their intentions, ordered them to leave it.

Lost on the Moon--"Roy Rockwood"Once they were outside the projectile it was even more desolate than it had seemed when they looked from the observation windows. It was absolutely still. Not a breath of wind fanned their cheeks, for where there is no air to be heated and cooled there could be no wind which is caused by the differences of temperature of the air, the cold rushing in to fill the vacuum caused by the rising of the hot vapors. Clad in their fur-lined garments, which effectually defied the cold, the adventurers stepped out.

Loues Labour's lostBoy. No my compleat master, but to Iigge off a tune at the tongues end, canarie to it with the feete, humour it with turning vp your eie: sigh a note and sing a note, sometime through the throate: if you swallowed loue with singing, loue sometime through: nose as if you

Louis Agassiz as a Teacher--Lane Cooper I was to keep the fish before me in a tin tray, and occasionally moisten the surface with alcohol from the jar, always taking care to replace the stopper tightly. Those were not the days of ground-glass stoppers and elegantly shaped exhibition jars; all the old students will recall the huge neckless glass bottles with their leaky, wax --besmeared corks, half eaten by insects, and begrimed with cellar dust. Entomology was a cleaner science than ichthyology, but the example of the Professor, who had unhesitatingly plunged to the bottom of the jar to produce the fish, was infectious; and though this alcohol had 'a very ancient and fishlike smell,' I really dared not show any aversion within these sacred precincts, and treated the alcohol as though it were pure water.

LOUIS XIV AND THE FLOWER GIRL OF THE ORANGERYFull title: LOUIS XIV AND THE FLOWER GIRL OF THE ORANGERY (Original title: The Gardner-Girl of the Orangery) A Comedy-Vaudeville in one act By De Villeneuve and Masson 1831, Translated and Adapted by Frank J. Morlock

Louisa PallantThis piece of strategy left me staring and made me, I must confess, quite furious. My only consolation was that Archie, when I told him, looked as blank as myself, and that the trick touched him more nearly, for I was not now in love with Louisa. We agreed that we required an explanation and we pretended to expect one the next day in the shape of a letter satisfactory even to the point of being apologetic. When I say "we" pretended I mean that I did, for my suspicion that he knew what had been on foot--through an arrangement with Linda--lasted only a moment.

Louquier's Third Act--Katharine Fullerton GerouldBut he would not speak; he would not probe the laws of its being further than itself announced them. The merest visual sign would have been an immense relief to him--a devil with cloven hoof, a ghost draped in white, would have been child's play. Then he could have trusted his eye or his ear; as it was, he had to depend wholly on this nameless sense which placed his enemy for him. That nameless sense must not get blunted. He must keep very wide awake lest his enemy steal a march on him. Above all, he must not pretend to be unaware, and at the same time must pretend not to be frightened.

Love and IntriguePRESIDENT (furiously). Insolent villain! Your impertinence shall procure you a lodging in prison. (To his servants). Call in the officers of justice! Away! (Some of the attendants go out. The PRESIDENT paces the stage with a furious air.) The father shall to prison; the mother and her strumpet daughter to the pillory! Justice shall lend her sword to my rage! For this insult will I have ample amends. Shall such contemptible creatures thwart my plans, and set father and son against each other with impunity? Tremble, miscreants! I will glut my hate in your destruction--the whole brood of you--father, mother, and daughter shall be sacrificed to my vengeance!

Love in a Wood--William WycherleyL. Flip. How can any one alone manage an amorous intrigue? though the birds are tame, somebody must help draw the net. If 'twere not for a woman that could make an excuse with assurance, how should we wheedle, jilt, trace, discover, countermine, undermine, and blow up the stinking fellows? which is all the pleasure I receive, or design by them; for I never admitted a man to my conversation, but for his punishment, certainly.

Luck--Marjorie PickthallAs he ran he admired Lajeune very much. With what deadly quietness and precision he must have worked! The gully and the deserted camp were a gray streak behind him, were gone. He was running in Lajeune's very footprints, and he was sure he ran at an immense speed. The glittering levels reeled away behind him. A star flared and fell, staining the world with gold. Desmond had forgotten his gold. He had forgotten food and shelter, life and death.

Lucretia--Edward Bulwer-LyttonBut with fear itself came a strange excitement of pleasure,--to grapple, if necessary, he a mere child, with such a man! His heart swelled at the thought. So at last he fell asleep, and dreamed that he saw his mother's trunkless face dripping gore and frowning on him,--dreamed that he heard her say: "Goest thou to the scene of my execution only to fawn upon my murderer?" Then a nightmare of horrors, of scaffolds and executioners and grinning mobs and agonized faces, came on him,--dark, confused, and indistinct. And he woke, with his hair standing on end, and beard below, in the rising sun, the merry song of the poor canary,--trill-lill-lill, trill-trill-lill- lill-la! Did he feel glad that his cruel hand had been stayed?

Luella Miller--Mary Wilkins Freeman"'You swaller this right down,' says I. And I didn't waste any ceremony. I just took hold of Luella Miller's chin and I tipped her head back, and I caught her mouth open with laughin', and I clapped that cup to her lips, and I fairly hollered at her: 'Swaller, swaller, swaller!' and she gulped it right down. She had to, and I guess it did her good. Anyhow, she stopped cryin' and laughin' and let me put her to bed, and she went to sleep like a baby inside of half an hour. That was more than poor Aunt Abby did.

Ma Cousine Pot-Au-Feu--Leon de TinseauAujourd'hui, n'en deplaise a certains romanciers, le Louvre est terriblement demode, tout au moins pour cet usage special. Mais alors il n'etait pas ridicule. Notre promenade artistique eut lieu des le lendemain, et nous n'avions pas fait cinquante pas dans le salon Carre que j'etais revenu de ma crainte d'etaler une ignorance honteuse. Je n'eus meme pas l'occasion de decouvrir si ma compagne etait plus savante que moi, car elle ne fit aucun effort pour ramener vers la peinture un entretien qui, des la premiere minute, avait pris une direction toute differente.

Madame de MauvesShe had begun to speak slowly, with reserve and effort; but she went on quickly and as if talk were at last a relief. "My marriage introduced me to people and things which seemed to me at first very strange and then very horrible, and then, to tell the truth, of very little importance. At first I expended a great deal of sorrow and dismay and pity on it all; but there soon came a time when I began to wonder if it were worth one's tears. If I could tell you the eternal friendships I've seen broken, the inconsolable woes consoled, the jealousies and vanities scrambling to outdo each other, you'd agree with me that tempers like yours and mine can understand neither such troubles nor such compensations.

MADAME MOLIERE--Andre CremieuxCLITANDRE: Ah, what does fortune, position and the rest matter to me? If it pleases you, Madame, to live far from the court, on a farm, in the breast of some chicken-coop, you dressed as a shepherdess in very humble homespun and I as a good Meneleaus, recalling the original, your shepherd plucking fragile roses to cradle you with songs like those of birds.

Maerchen und Sagen--Ernst Moritz ArndtIhr habt auch wohl von Diebslichtern gehoert. Die sind fast eben wie der Rabenstein und wie andere unsichtbare Diebslaternen. Es ist aber greulich zu erzaehlen, wie Diebslichter gewonnen werden. Sie sind die Finger von ungeborenen und unschuldigen Kindlein; denn die Finger von schon geborenen und getauften Kindern kann man dazu nicht gebrauchen. Und was fuer ungeborene Kindlein sind das? Und wie muss man die Lichter gewinnen?

Maerchen-Almanach auf das Jahr 1826--Wilhelm HauffDer Franke hatte endlich seine Geschaefte abgemacht und sich zur Reise bereitet; am Vorabend der Reise fuehrte mich mein Vater in sein Schlafkaemmerlein. Dort sah ich schoene Kleider und Waffen auf dem Tische liegen. Was meine Blicke aber noch mehr anzog, war ein grosser Haufe Goldes, denn ich hatte noch nie so viel beieinander gesehen. Mein Vater umarmte mich und sagte: "Siehe, mein Sohn, ich habe dir Kleider zu der Reise besorgt. Jene Waffen sind dein, es sind die naemlichen, die mir dein Grossvater umhing, als ich in die Fremde auszog.

Maerchen-Almanach auf das Jahr 1827Der Torschreiber hatte keine weitere Einwendung mehr, und der fremde Herr und sein Neffe fuhren ins Staedtchen. Der Buergermeister und die ganze Stadt waren uebrigens nicht sehr zufrieden mit dem Torschreiber. Er haette doch wenigstens einige Worte von der Sprache des Neffen sich merken sollen; daraus haette man dann leicht erfahren, was fuer ein Landeskind er und der Onkel waeren. Der Torschreiber versicherte aber, dass es weder Franzoesisch oder Italienisch sei, wohl aber habe es so breit geklungen wie Englisch, und wenn er nicht irre, so habe der junge Herr gesagt: "Goddam!" So half der Torschreiber sich selbst aus der Not und dem jungen Manne zu einem Namen; denn man sprach jetzt nur von dem jungen Englaender im Staedtchen.

Maerchen-Almanach auf das Jahr 1828Doch als der Student jene Worte sprach, da blitzte auf einmal ein Gedanke in seiner Seele auf; er vergass alle Angst, alle Ruecksichten, und er dachte nur an die Rettung dieser Frau. "Ist es nur dies", sprach er, indem er schuechtern und erroetend hervortrat, "gehoert nur ein kleiner Koerper, ein bartloses Kinn und ein mutiges Herz dazu, die gnaedige Frau zu retten, so bin ich vielleicht auch nicht zu schlecht dazu; ziehet in Gottes Namen meinen Rock an, setzet meinen Hut auf Euer schoenes Haar und nehmet mein Buendel auf den Ruecken und ziehet als Felix, der Goldarbeiter, Eure Strasse!"

Maintaining Health--R. L. Alsaker Men who like to call their work scientific, figure on the amount of food we need to furnish a certain number of heat units--calories. Heat, of course, is a form of energy. Basing the body's food requirements on heat units expended does not solve the problem. The more food that is ingested, the more heat units must be manufactured, and often so much food is taken that the body is compelled to go into the heating business. Then we have fevers.

Major GEORGE WASHINGTON's Journal to the River OHIO I gave them back a String of Wampum that I met with at Frazier's, which they had sent with a Speech to his Honour the Governour, to inform him, that three Nations of French Indians , viz. Chippeways, Ottoways, and Orundacks, had taken up the Hatchet against the English, and desired them to repeat it over again, which they postponed doing till they met in full Council with the Shannoahs and Delaware Chiefs.

Making Good On Private Duty--Harriet Camp LounsberyFull title: MAKING GOOD ON PRIVATE DUTY PRACTICAL HINTS TO GRADUATE NURSES

Malayan Literature--Various Authors This rampart enclosed seven hills. In the centre of the city extended a pool vast as the sea; from one bank it was impossible to discern an elephant standing up on the other. It contained very many kinds of fishes. In the midst of it rose a very lofty island, always covered with a mantle of mist. The King caused to be planted there every sort of flowering and fruit-bearing tree to be found in the world. None was lacking, and to this island the King would repair when he wished for recreation.

MalcolmBut although he was no coxcomb, neither had fed himself on romances, as Lady Florimel had been doing of late, and although the laugh was quite honestly laughed at himself, it was nevertheless a bitter one. For again came the question: Why should an absurdity be a possibility? It was absurd, and yet possible: there was the point. In mathematics it was not so: there, of two opposites to prove one an absurdity, was to prove the other a fact. Neither in metaphysics was it so: there also an impossibility and an absurdity were one and the same thing. But here, in a region of infinitely more import to the human life than an eternity of mathematical truth, there was at least one absurdity which was yet inevitable

Malcolm Sage, Detective--Herbert JenkinsFor the fraction of a second the girl stood just inside the door; then as the significance of Malcolm Sage's words dawned upon her, the smile froze upon her lips, the blood ebbed from her face, leaving it drawn and grey, and the notebook dropped from her fingers. She staggered forward a few steps, then, clutching wildly at the edge of the table, she swayed from side to side. With an obvious effort she steadied herself, her gaze fixed upon her accuser.

Malvern Chase--W.S. SymondsI lay long awake thinking over the stirring events of the last few months, which had so changed my hitherto quiet and unruffled life, and when I fell into an uneasy sleep I was wandering with Rosamond Berew in the ancient Abbey of Theocsbury among the monuments of the dead, while the miracle plays were going on in the nave, and the "Ho, ho," of Satan resounded through the aisles. Then a thousand fantastic shapes flitted up and down, and we heard whisperings and murmurings and suppressed voices close to us, and we saw rise from the surface of the tomb the figure of the Skeleton Monk. Rosamond clung in terror to my side when all the effigies on the different monuments began to move.

Mankind in the Making--H. G. Wells There are in Great Britain three main interdependent systems of home tradition undergoing modification and readjustment. They date from the days before mechanism and science began their revolutionary intervention in human affairs, and they derive from the three main classes of the old aristocratic, agricultural, and trading state, namely, the aristocratic, the middle, and the labour class. There are local, there are even racial modifications, there are minor classes and subspecies, but the rough triple classification will serve. In America the dominant home tradition is that of the transplanted English middle class. The English aristocratic tradition has flourished and faded in the Southern States

Manners and Social Usages--Mrs. John M. E. W. SherwoodMany of our correspondents ask us to define what is meant by the terms "good society" and "bad society." They say that they read in the newspapers of the "good society" in New York and Washington and Newport, and that it is a record of drunkenness, flirtation, bad manners and gossip, backbiting, divorce, and slander. They read that the fashionable people at popular resorts commit all sorts of vulgarities, such as talking aloud at the opera, and disturbing their neighbors; that young men go to a dinner, get drunk, and break glasses; and one ingenuous young girl remarks, "We do not call that good society in Atlanta."

Many Ways for Cooking Eggs--Mrs. S.T. RorerAn interesting guide, but makes no mention of delicious things you can do with the good Korean noodle packets. Eurocentrism...

Marching MenIt is evening and the people of Chicago go home from work. Clatter, clatter, clatter, go the heels on the hard pavements, jaws wag, the wind blows and dirt drifts and sifts through the masses of the people. Every one has dirty ears. The stench in the street cars is horrible. The antiquated bridges over the rivers are packed with people. The suburban trains going away south and west are cheaply constructed and dangerous. A people calling itself great and living in a city also called great go to their houses a mere disorderly mass of humans cheaply equipped. Everything is cheap. When the people get home to their houses they sit on cheap chairs before cheap tables and eat cheap food.

Marguerite Verne--Agatha ArmourFull title: MARGUERITE VERNE; OR: SCENES FROM CANADIAN LIFE.

MARIE GRUBBE--Jens Peter JacobsenSometimes when she stood at the open window leaning against the casement and looking down into the paved court below, she would feel an overmastering impulse to throw herself down, merely to do it. But in that very second she seemed to have actually made the leap in her imagination and to have felt the cool, incisive tingling that accompanies a jump from a height. She darted back from the window to the inmost corner of the room, shaking with horror, the image of herself lying in her own blood on the hard stones so vivid in her mind that she had to go back to the window again and look down in order to drive it away.

Mark Seaworth"I wish that I could say so; for then we might hope to discover them on one of the thousand islands of that thickly-studded sea," was her answer. "At first we hoped that such might prove the case, and we half expected to hear of the arrival of our friends on some Chinese junk or Malay prahu at Singapore; but accounts were afterwards received by two ships, stating that a brig, exactly answering her description, was seen steering for the Billiton passage, on the western coast of Borneo; so that either her crew must have turned pirates, or she must have been in the hands of the Malays, if the vessel seen was the one supposed. Of that, however, we can be in no way certain; indeed, the whole circumstance remains wrapped in the most painful mystery."

Mark Twain--Archibald HendersonNevertheless, the observation of M. Forgues is just and authentic--the Attic flavour of l'esprit Gaulois is alien to the loosely articulated structure of American humour. The noteworthy criticism which Mark Twain directed at Paul Bourget's 'Outre Mer', and the subsequent controversy incident thereto, forced into light the racial and temperamental dissimilarities between the Gallic and the American Ausschauung. Mr. Clemens once remarked to me that, of all continental peoples, the French were most alien to the spirit of his humour.

Markandeya Purana, Books VII, VIII--Rev. B. Hale Wortham (trans.)ONCE upon earth there lived a saintly king/ Named Harischandra; pure in heart and mind,/ In virtue eminent, he ruled the world,/ Guarding mankind from evil. While he reigned/ No famine raged, nor pain; untimely death/ Ne'er cut men off; nor were the citizens/

Married--August StrindbergHigher and higher rose the swing, until it struck the topmost branches of the maple. The girl screamed and fell forward, into his arms; he was pushed over, on to the seat. The trembling of the soft warm body which nestled closely in his arms, sent an electric shock through his whole nervous system; a black veil descended before his eyes and he would have let her go if her left shoulder had not been tightly pressed against his right arm.

Martin Crook and the Lost Purse, a Talk of Honesty--Mary Martha SherwoodHad it rained gold from the sky Martin could not have been more surprised: he stooped down immediately and gathered up five shillings, after which, when he had almost done searching, ho found one more, and when he had got all this immense sum of money together, he ran to the hollow tree, and there he took the fourpence-halfpenny out of the corner of his pocket-handkerchief, and hid the six shillings in the same corner, and then he put the handkerchief, which he had knotted up in twenty knots, into the pocket of his trousers, and then he searched under the cuffs of his coat where he always kept a pin or two, and he pinned the handkerchief in two places to his trousers

Martin RattlerFour years rolled away, and during this time Martin, having failed to obtain his aunt's consent to his going to sea, continued at school, doing his best to curb the roving spirit that strove within him. Martin was not particularly bright at the dead languages; to the rules of grammar he entertained a rooted aversion; and at history he was inclined to yawn, except when it happened to touch upon the names and deeds of such men as Vasco di Gama and Columbus. But in geography he was perfect; and in arithmetic and book-keeping he was quite a proficient, to the delight of Mrs Dorothy Grumbit whose household books he summed up; and to the satisfaction of his fast friend, Mr Arthur Jollyboy, whose ledgers he was --in that old gentleman's secret resolves --destined to keep.

Marvels of Modern Science--Paul SeveringThe Zoetrope was a toy familiar to children; it was sometimes called the wheel of life. It was a contrivance consisting of a cylinder some ten inches wide, open at the top, around the lower and interior rim of which a series of related pictures were placed. The cylinder was then rapidly rotated and the spectator looking through the vertical narrow slits on its outer surface, could fancy that the pictures inside were moving.

Mary Anerley--R. D. Blackmore"The mouth of that cave is two fathoms wide for a longish bit of channel; and, Mary dear, if I had not been supported by continual thoughts of you, I must have gone against the sides, or downright to the bottom, from the waves keeping knocking me about so. I may tell you that I felt that I should never care again, as my clothes began to bag about me, except to go down to the bottom and be quiet, but for the blessed thought of standing up some day, at the 'hymeneal altar,' as great people call it, with a certain lovely Mary."

Mary Marston--George MacDonald The moment she came to herself, apprehension changed into active dread, rushed into uncontrollable terror. She sprang to her feet, and, the worst thing she could do, fled like the wind after Tom-- now, indeed, she imagined, her only refuge! She knew where he had put up his horse, and knew he could hardly take any other way than the foot-path to Testbridge. He could not be more than a few yards ahead of her, she thought. Presently she heard him whistling, she was sure, as he walked leisurely along, but she could not see him.

Mary StuartMARY./ O spare me, sir! No further. Spread no more/ Life's verdant carpet out before my eyes,/ Remember I am wretched, and a prisoner./

Master Alfred Seymour--Mary Martha SherwoodAlfred had lingered longer at the shop than he had intended to do; and he now had another affair to settle before he went home. There was a youth called William, of about fifteen or sixteen years of age, who served in the mill, and was a nephew of the miller, and Alfred wanted to see him, and to consult with him respecting the piece of disobedience on which he had resolved.

Master Olof: A Drama in Five Acts--August StrindbergCourtier. Don't mind me, please. You see, I have been educated in Paris. Francis the First--O Saint-Sauveur!--that's a man who has extreme views. Do you know what he told me at a bal masque during the last carnival? (Olof remains silent.) "Monsieur," he said, "la religion est morte, est morte," he said. Which didn't keep him from attending mass.

Masterpieces Of American Wit And HumorIn the meantime strange things had been going on. When he caught hold of the first bee, Mr. Middlerib, for reasons, drew it out in such haste that for a time he forgot all about the bottle and its remedial contents, and left it lying uncorked in the bed, between himself and his innocent wife. In the darkness there had been a quiet but general emigration from that bottle. The bees, their wings clogged with the water Mr. Middlerib had poured upon them to cool and tranquillize them, were crawling aimlessly over the sheet. While Mr. Middlerib was feeling around for it, his ears were suddenly thrilled and his heart frozen by a wild, piercing scream from his wife.

Measvre, For MeasureAng. Teach her the way: oh, heauens/ Why doe's my bloud thus muster to my heart,/ Making both it vnable for it selfe,/ And dispossessing all my other parts/ Of necessary fitnesse?

Mediaeval Lore from Bartholomew Anglicus--Robert SteeleThe men of Germany call men of this land Frisons, and between them and the Germans is great difference in clothing and in manner. For wellnigh all men be shorn round; and the more noble they be, the more worship they account to be shorn the more high. And the men be high of body, strong of virtue, stern and fierce of heart, and swift and quiver of body. And they use iron spears instead of arrows.... The men be free, and not subject to lordship of other nations, and put them in peril of death by cause of freedom. And they had liefer die than be under the yoke of thraldom.

Medieval Europe--H. W. C. DavisOne group of kingdoms was founded under cover of a legal fiction; the Visigoths, the Ostrogoths, and the Burgundians claimed to be the allies of the Empire. At one time or another they obtained the recognition of Constantinople for their settlements. Their kings accepted or usurped the titles of imperial administrators, stamped their coins with the effigies of the reigning Emperor, dated their proclamations by the names of the consuls for the year, and in many other ways flaunted their nominal subjection as the legal basis of their actual sovereignty. This fiction did not prevent them from governing their new dominions in true Teutonic fashion, through royal bailiffs, who administered the state demesnes, and military officers (dukes, counts, etc.) who ruled with autocratic sway over administrative districts.

MEHALAH--S. Baring-GouldBetween Mersea and the Blackwater were several flat hol ms or islands, some under water at high-tides, others only just standing above it, and between these, the winding waterways formed a labyrinth which made pursuit difficult. The traffic was carried on with an audacity and openness unparalleled elsewhere. Al though there was a coastguard station at the month of the estuary, on Mersea 'Hard,' yet goods were run even in open day, under the very eyes of the revenue men. Each public-house on the island, and on the mainland near a creek, obtained its entire supply of wine and spirits from contraband vessels.

Memoir and Letters of Francis W. Newman--Giberne SievekingPeople have said that Newman gave up all worldly hopes of fame for the sake of this missionary venture. It may be that that is true in part. But, for myself, I cannot help seeing too that there may very well have been other powerful reasons which also influenced him in the matter. It was about this time that he asked my aunt, Maria Rosina Giberne, to whom he was passionately attached, to marry him, and was refused. I think it very probable that this may have been a strong reason why he wished to break up the old life and go for change abroad.

Memoir--Fr. Vincent de PaulMr. Bourke having gone to Ireland, we were only two priests for the town of Halifax and its suburbs, where there were many Catholics, without counting the Mic-macs, who are the Indians inhabiting Nova Scotia. These Indians were called to the Faith about four centuries ago. French priests or Jesuits coming at the peril of their lives, brought them the light of the Gospel. Many of these ministers of our Lord fell victims of their own zeal and charity, being murdered by this nation, then pagan and barbarous.

Memoirs of Aaron Burr, Volume 1.--Matthew L. DavisThus, in 1777, Burr was the friend of Lee and Gates in opposition to General Washington. In the beginning of January, 1778, it was reported to Burr that Lord Stirling had made some remarks respecting the manner in which the colonel had contributed to arrange the rank of his (Burr's) subaltern officers. Lord Stirling at this time commanded the division. It will be recollected that, a few weeks previous, Colonel Burr had proposed to the commander-in-chief an enterprise against Staten Island, which was rejected; but, immediately after, it was unsuccessfully attempted by Lord Stirling. The difficulty, therefore, in fact, between these gentlemen, grew out of the latter circumstance. On the 7th of January, 1778, Burr addressed Lord Stirling, requesting an explanation, which was promptly given in the following note, and thus the matter terminated.

Memoirs of Aaron Burr, Volume 2.--Matthew L. DavisOn the 11th February, 1801, being the day appointed by law for counting the votes of the electoral colleges, the House of Representatives proceeded in a body to the Senate chamber, where the vice-president, in view of both houses of Congress, opened the certificates of the electors of the different states; and, as the votes were read, the tellers on the part of each house counted and took lists of them, which, being compared and delivered to him, he announced to both houses the state of the votes; which was, for Thomas Jefferson 73 votes, for Aaron Burr 73 votes, for John Adams 65 votes, for Charles Pinckney 64 votes, for John Jay one vote; and then declared that the greatest number and majority of votes being equal, the choice had devolved on the House of Representatives.

Memoirs of General LafayetteFull title: MEMOIRS OF GENERAL LAFAYETTE WITH AN ACCOUNT OF HIS VISIT TO AMERICA, AND OF HIS RECEPTION BY THE PEOPLE OF THE UNITED STATES; FROM HIS ARRIVAL, AUGUST 15TH, TO THE CELEBRATION AT YORKTOWN, OCTOBER 19TH, 1824

Memoirs of James Robert Hope-Scott, Volume 2Of the two great parties now forming on the ruins of the old ones, that which you lead has a claim upon me for the work of justice [disestablishment of the Irish Church] which it has undertaken, and which the other seeks to frustrate. But, nevertheless, this work is to me no test of the abiding principles of the party. In you I acknowledge the promotion of it to be a sign of honesty and courage which few can better appreciate than myself; and I know that you mean it as a pledge of steady advancement in the same path. But amongst those who act with you there are many minds of a very different stamp.

Memoirs of Sir Wemyss Reid 1842-1885--Stuart J. Reid, ed. I had one curious experience in writing "Gladys Fane" that may or may not be common to most novelists. Certain of the characters were founded upon real men and women. I painted no portraits, of course, but I undoubtedly took hints from people whom I knew. My heroine, for example, had a prototype in real life, who served for the first sketch, but as I wrote I made her character develop until she was a wholly different woman from her model. Black, criticising the story in a letter, remarked that the further the heroine was removed from all likeness to the original, the more natural and real she became.

Memoirs of the Life of the Rt. Hon. Richard Brinsley Sheridan V1--Thomas MooreMr. Sheridan was now approaching the summit of his dramatic fame;--he had already produced the best opera in the language, and there now remained for him the glory of writing also the best comedy. As this species of composition seems, more, perhaps, than any other, to require that knowledge of human nature and the world which experience alone can give, it seems not a little extraordinary that nearly all our first-rate comedies should have been the productions of very young men. Those of Congreve were all written before he was five-and-twenty.

Memoirs, Correspondence and Manuscripts of General Lafayette But the prejuges are not the same thing; for giving publicly the best of such a dispute (for here it becomes a trial for both parties) to an officer of the last military stage against one of the first, should be looked on as an affront to the rank, and acquitting a man, whom one other man accuses, looked upon as an affront to the person. It is the same in Poland, for Count de Pulaski was much affronted at the decision of a court-martial entirely acquitting Colonel Molens. However, as I know the English customs, I am nothing else but surprised to see such a partiality in a court-martial.

Memorials and Other Papers V1--Thomas de QuinceyThe books now existing upon the ancient oracles, above all, upon the Greek oracles, amount to a small library. The facts have been collected from all quarters,--examined, sifted, winnowed. Theories have been raised upon these facts under every angle of aspect; and yet, after all, we profess ourselves to be dissatisfied. Amongst much that is sagacious, we feel and we resent with disgust a taint of falsehood diffused over these recent speculations from vulgar and even counterfeit incredulity; the one gross vice of German philosophy, not less determinate or less misleading than that vice which, heretofore, through many centuries, had impoverished this subject, and had stopped its discussion under the anile superstition of the ecclesiastical fathers.

Memorials and Other Papers V2--Thomas de QuinceyOne only feature there is in the story, and this belongs to its second stage (which is also its sublimest stage), where a pure taste is likely to pause, and to revolt as from something not perfectly reconciled with the general depth of the coloring. This lies in the Sphinx's riddle, which, as hitherto explained, seems to us deplorably below the grandeur of the occasion. Three thousand years, at the least, have passed away since that riddle was propounded; and it seems odd enough that the proper solution should not present itself till November of 1849.

Memories of Canada and Scotland--John Douglas Sutherland CampbellOf wind which tore the hissing waves,/ And howled o'er mountains bare;/ Where swollen burns in feathery clouds/ Were dashed into the air./ Of one wet rock, of horror wild,/ When she was left alone,

Men in War--Andreas LatzkoThe little wife, completely at a loss, her whole body quivering, bent over her husband again to take leave. She was certain that his outburst had reference to her and held a grim deadly reproach, which she did not comprehend. She felt her husband draw back and start convulsively under the touch of her lips. And she sobbed aloud at the awful prospect of spending an endless night in the chilly neglected room in the hotel, left alone with this tormenting doubt. But the Frau Major drew her along, forcing her to run, and did not let go her arm until they had passed the sentinel at the gate and were out on the street.

Men with Wings--Leslie F. StoneOnly a continent such as South America with its great unexplored spaces, its great natural resources, its jungles, could have held the secret of Mentor. I could only gasp as I thought of what a prodigious organization had grown out of the aimless fumblings of Howard Mentor with man-made evolution. Could this strange though powerful nation some day put its mark on the world?

Men, Women, and Boats "I'd 'a' come home earlier t'night, Dad, on'y that fly foreman, he kep' me in th' shop 'til half-past six. What a fool! He came t' me, yeh know, an' he ses, 'Nell, I wanta give yeh some brotherly advice.' Oh, I know him an' his brotherly advice. 'I wanta give yeh some brotherly advice. Yer too purty, Nell,' he ses, 't' be workin' in this shop an' paradin' through the streets alone, without somebody t' give yeh good brotherly advice, an' I wanta warn yeh, Nell. I'm a bad man, but I ain't as bad as some, an' I wanta warn yeh.' 'Oh, g'long 'bout yer business,' I ses. I know 'im. He's like all of 'em, on'y he's a little slyer. I know 'im. 'You g'long 'bout yer business,' I ses. Well, he ses after a while that he guessed some evenin' he'd come up an' see me.

Men, Women, and God--A. Herbert GrayFull title: MEN, WOMEN, AND GOD A DISCUSSION OF SEX QUESTIONS FROM THE CHRISTIAN POINT OF VIEW BY THE REV. A. HERBERT GRAY, D. D.

Menschliches, AllzumenschlichesFreigeist ein relativer Begriff.--Man nennt Den einen Freigeist, welcher anders denkt, als man von ihm auf Grund seiner Herkunft, Umgebung, seines Standes und Amtes oder auf Grund der herrschenden Zeitansichten erwartet. Er ist die Ausnahme, die gebundenen Geister sind die Regel; diese werfen ihm vor, dass seine freien Grundsaetze ihren Ursprung entweder in der Sucht, aufzufallen, haben oder gar auf freie Handlungen, das heisst auf solche, welche mit der gebundenen Moral unvereinbar sind, schliessen lassen. Bisweilen sagt man auch, diese oder jene freien Grundsaetze seien aus Verschrobenheit und Ueberspanntheit des Kopfes herzuleiten; doch spricht so nur die Bosheit, welche selber an Das nicht glaubt, was sie sagt, aber damit schaden will:

Metamorphosis, by Franz Kafka--Translated by David WyllieOne morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin. He lay on his armour-like back, and if he lifted his head a little he could see his brown belly, slightly domed and divided by arches into stiff sections. The bedding was hardly able to cover it and seemed ready to slide off any moment. His many legs, pitifully thin compared with the size of the rest of him, waved about helplessly as he looked.

Metlakahtla and the North Pacific Mission--Eugene Stock"A large canoe of Indians were busy catching halibut in one of these channels. A thick mist enveloped them. Suddenly they heard a noise as if a large animal was striking through the water. Immediately they concluded that a monster from the deep was in pursuit of them. With all speed they hauled up their fishing lines, seized the paddles, and strained every nerve to reach the shore. Still the plunging noise came nearer. Every minute they expected to be engulfed within the jaws of some huge creature.

MICHAEL STROGOFF--By Adolphe D'Ennery and Jules VerneFull title: MICHAEL STROGOFF In Five Acts and Sixteen Scenes; Translated and Adapted by Frank J. Morlock

Michel and Angle--Gilbert ParkerThese were days when the soldier of fortune mounted to high places. He needed but to carry the banner of bravery, and a busy sword, and his way to power was not hindered by poor estate. To be gently born was the one thing needful, and Michel de la Foret was gently born; and he had still his sword, though he chose not to use it in Elizabeth's service. My Lord knew it might be easier for a stranger like De la Foret, who came with no encumbrance, to mount to place in the struggles of the Court, than for an Englishman, whose increasing and ever-bolder enemies were undermining on every hand, to hold his own.

Michel Strogoff--Jules VerneFort heureusement, le service de la poste se faisait toujours r�guli�rement. De m�me, le service du t�l�graphe, jusqu'aux points que raccordait encore le fil. A chaque relais, les ma�tres de poste fournissaient les chevaux dans les conditions r�glementaires. A chaque station aussi, les employ�s, assis � leur guichet, transmettaient les d�p�ches qui leur �taient confi�es, ne les retardant que pour les t�l�grammes de l'�tat. Aussi Harry Blount et Alcide Jolivet en usaient-ils largement.

MIDDY AND ENSIGN--GEORGE MANVILLE FENNBut this was not given; for Captain Smithers felt that if the task was to be done, it must be achieved at the point of the bayonet; so, bidding his men be steady, he waited till the boat he was in crashed amongst the thick reeds and grass growing along the water's edge; and then leaping out, lead his little company through the dense undergrowth, round to where he expected to find the entrance to the stockade, from which a lively fire was now being kept up, while a deep-toned roar told that the large gun in the boat attacking the face of the stockade, had begun to speak.

Mike"I try to think so," said Mr. Spence, "but it's a struggle. There's a Napoleonic touch about the business that appeals to one. Disorder on a small scale is bad, but this is immense. I've never heard of anything like it at any public school. When I was at Winchester, my last year there, there was pretty nearly a revolution because the captain of cricket was expelled on the eve of the Eton match. I remember making inflammatory speeches myself on that occasion. But we stopped on the right side of the line. We were satisfied with growling. But this----!"

Military Reminiscences of the Civil War V1-Jacob Dolson Cox At Cross Lanes I met the commanders of the other brigades who were called in by General Rosecrans of an informal consultation based upon my knowledge of the country and the enemy. I naturally scanned them with some interest, and tried to make the most of the opportunity to become acquainted with them. General Benham I knew already, from his visit to me at Gauley Bridge in his capacity of engineer officer. I had met Colonel Robert McCook at Camp Dennison, and now that it was intimated that he would be for some days under my command, I recalled a scene I had witnessed there which left many doubts in my mind whether he would prove an agreeable subordinate.

Military Reminiscences of the Civil War V2--Jacob Dolson Cox In the midst of the severest suffering of the army from cold and want, General Grant came in person to inspect the condition of affairs in East Tennessee. He reached Knoxville on the 30th of December, and after spending two or three days with General Foster, came up to Strawberry Plains. The first intensity of the cold wave had passed by, but it was still "zero weather" when he came: indeed he had waited in Knoxville for a little moderating of the temperature, but finding that it continued very cold, his desire to complete the inspection hurried him on.

Milton--Mark Pattison Milton was back in England in August, 1639. He had been absent a year and three months, during which space of time the aspect of public affairs, which had been perplexed and gloomy when he left, had been growing still more ominous of a coming storm. The issues of the controversy were so pervasive, that it was almost impossible for any educated man who understood them not to range himself on a side. Yet Milton, though he had broken off his projected tour in consequence, did not rush into the fray on his return.

Miss Gibbie Gault--Kate Langley Bosher"Is not to have a taste. And mine can take care of itself. I sent for you to tell you I want vegetable soup for dinner to-night, thick and greasy. The fish must be cold and no sauce, the goose half done, ham raw, vegetables unseasoned, rice pudding with no sugar, bread burnt, and coffee weak as water. If you see that this is done I will give you five dollars to-morrow. If anything is fit to eat you don't get a cent."

Miss Ludington's Sister--Edward Bellamy Mrs. Legrand's body and lower limbs lay on the sofa, which was the only article of furniture, and Dr. Hull was in the act of lifting her head from the floor to which it had fallen. Her eyes were half open, and the black rings around them showed with ghastly plainness against the awful pallor which the rest of her face had taken on. One hand was clenched. The other was clutching her bodice, as if in the act of tearing it open. A little foam flecked the blue lips.

Miss Merivale's Mistake--Mrs. Henry Clarke That evening, when Tom was gone, and she and Pauline were sitting together in their little sitting-room, she let her book lie unheeded on her lap, while she looked forward dreamily into the future. She took it for granted that Tom and Rhoda would marry. It seemed quite out of the question that Tom could be refused. How strange it would be to have a sister! She had so often wished for a sister.

Modern BroodsSomething black was before the tossed boat! Yes, and light, not lightning. A human voice seemed to be on the blast. Hubert Delrio essayed to shout, but his voice was gone, or was blown away. He understood that a vessel must be above him. Would it finish all by running him down? He perceived that he was bidden to catch something. A rope! His benumbed hands and the heaving of the boat made him fail once, twice, and he was being swept away as at last he did grasp a rope, and was drawn, as it ground his hands, close to the dark wall that rose above, with lights visible.

Modern Italian Poets It was in the order of the things of that day and country that Alfieri should leave home while a child and go to school at the Academy of Turin. Here, as he tells in that most amusing autobiography of his, he spent several years in acquiring a profound ignorance of whatever he was meant to learn; and he came away a stranger not only to the humanities, but to any one language, speaking a barbarous mixture of French and Piedmontese, and reading little or nothing.

Modern Painting--George Moore No fact is more painful to the modern mind than that men are not born with equal brains; and every day we grow more and more determined to thwart Nature's desire of inequality by public education. Whether everybody should be taught to read and write I leave to politicians--the matter is not important; but that the nation should not be instructed in drawing, music, painting, and English literature I will never cease to maintain. Everything that has happened in England for the last thirty years goes to prove that systematised education in art means artistic decadence.

Mogens and Other Stories--Jens Peter JacobsenAnd they struck up a miserere. Every note of it sounded like a cry for the rain of fire that overwhelmed Sodom, for the strength which Samson possessed when he pulled down the columns in the house of the Philistines. They prayed with song and with words; they denuded their shoulders and prayed with their scourges. They lay kneeling row after row, stripped to their waist, and swung the sharp-pointed and knotted cords down on their bleeding backs. Wildly and madly they beat themselves so that the blood clung in drops on their hissing whips. Every blow was a sacrifice to God.

Mohun, or, The Last Days of Lee--John Esten Cooke "Well, I started up and endeavored to seize my assailant; but she suddenly broke away from me, still clutching her weapon. Her clothing was torn from her person--she recoiled toward the door--and I leaped from my couch to rush after and arrest her. I had not the strength to do so, however. I had scarcely taken three steps when I began to stagger.

MOLIERE, A play in five acts by GEORGE SANDNote: Translated and adapted by Frank J. Morlock

Moll FlandersFull title: The Fortunes & Misfortunes of the Famous Moll Flanders &c. Who was Born in Newgate, and during a Life of continu'd Variety for Threescore Years, besides her Childhood, was Twelve Year a Whore, five times a Wife (whereof once to her own Brother), Twelve Year a Thief, Eight Year a Transported Felon in Virginia, at last grew Rich, liv'd Honest, and dies a Penitent. Written from her own Memorandums .

Monitress Merle--Angela Brazil"I suppose I shall have to go!" yawned Gwen. "These village concerts of Mother's are such a nuisance! Why can't the people get up their own instead of always expecting her to bother with them! I don't want to hear Miss Smith and Miss Brown and Miss Robinson! It bores me stiff."

Monsieur Bergeret a Paris--Anatole FranceAlphonse Jumage et Lucien Bergeret �taient n�s le m�me jour, � la m�me heure, de deux m�res amies, pour qui ce fut, par la suite, un in�puisable sujet de conversations. Ils avaient grandi ensemble. Lucien ne s'inqui�tait en aucune mani�re d'�tre entr� dans la vie au m�me moment que son camarade. Alphonse, plus attentif, y songeait avec contention. Il accoutuma son esprit � comparer, dans leur cours, ces deux existences simultan�ment commenc�es, et il se persuada peu � peu qu'il �tait juste, �quitable et salutaire, que les progr�s de l'une et de l'autre fussent �gaux.

Monsieur de Pourceaugnac 2ND PHY. Heaven forbid, Sir, that it should enter my thoughts to add anything to what you have just been saying! You have discoursed too well on all the signs, symptoms, and causes of this gentleman's disease. The arguments you have used are so learned and so delicate that it is impossible for him not to be mad and hypochondriacally melancholic; or, were he not, that he ought to become so, because of the beauty of the things you have spoken, and of the justness of your reasoning. Yes, Sir, you have graphically depicted, graphice depinxisti, everything that appertains to this disease.

Monsieur Lecoq, Vol. 2--Emile Gaboriau SECONDE PARTIE L'HONNEUR DU NOM

Monsieur Lecoq, Vol. I, L'enquete--Emile Gaboriau --Rien que d'elle... Il doit meme nous avoir dit son nom... Eudoxie, Leocadie... un nom dans ce genre-la, toujours. Il croyait, le pauvre bonhomme, qu'il etait fautif, et qu'on allait le garder en prison. Il demandait a envoyer un commissionnaire chez lui. Quand on lui a dit qu'il etait libre, j'ai cru qu'il allait devenir fou de plaisir, il nous embrassait les mains... Et il a file!... Ah! il ne demandait pas son reste!

Monsieur Maurice--Amelia B. Edwards My first words on waking, were to ask if he had yet come. All day long I was waiting, and watching, and listening for him, starting up at every sound, and continually running to the window. Would he be young and handsome? Or would he be old, and white-haired, and world-forgotten, like some of those Bastille prisoners I had heard my father speak of? Would his chains rattle when he walked about? I asked myself these questions, and answered them as my childish imagination prompted, a hundred times a day; and still he came not.

Moorish Literature--VariousI would die to make thee happy, tho' thy lot I might not share!/ Then, though I should fail to lift the burden on my darling laid,/ Though I could not prove my love by rescuing my Moorish maid,/ Yet my love would have this witness, first, thy confidence sublime,

Moral Philosophy--Joseph Rickaby, S. J. 2. An act is more or less voluntary, as it is done with more or less knowledge, and proceeds more or less fully and purely from the will properly so called. Whatever diminishes knowledge, or partially supplants the will, takes off from the voluntariness of the act. An act is rendered less voluntary by ignorance, by passionate desire, and by fear.

More Jataka Tales--Ellen C. BabbittThe wise Goat thought: "These wicked Wolves want to play another trick on me. But I have thought of a trick to play on them." So the Goat said: "I will go to see your mate, and I will take my friends with me. You go back and get ready for us. Let us all have a good time together."

More Pages from a Journal--Mark RutherfordA certain degree of ignorance is necessary for a summary essay on creatures of this order. The expression of Dorothy's soul is spread over large surfaces. Some people require much space and time, and the striking events of a life are often not those which are most significant. It is in small, spontaneous actions and their reiteration that character plainly appears. After prolonged acquaintance with Dorothy we see that she was great and we love her reverentially and passionately. She could look at a beautiful thing for an hour without reflection, but absorbed in its pure beauty--a most rare gift.

Mornings in Florence--John Ruskin There is, indeed, within the opposite cloister, an arch of entrance, plain enough. But no chapel, whatever, externally manifesting itself as worth entering. No walls, or gable, or dome, raised above the rest of the outbuildings--only two windows with traceries opening into the cloister; and one story of inconspicuous building above. You can't conceive there should be any effect of magnitude produced in the interior, however it has been vaulted or decorated. It may be pretty, but it cannot possibly look large.

Mosaics of Grecian History--Marcius Willson and Robert Pierpont WillsonAlcibiades was still destined to experience the instability of fortune. He sailed from Athens in September, 407, and proceeded to Samos. While he was absent from the main body of his fleet on a predatory excursion, one of his subordinates, contrary to instructions, attacked a Spartan fleet and was defeated with a loss of fifteen ships. Although in command of a splendid force, Alcibiades had accomplished really nothing, and had now lost a part of his fleet. An unjust suspicion of treachery fell upon him, the former charges against him were revived, and he was deprived of his command and again banished. In the year 406 the Athenians defeated a large Spartan fleet under Callicrat'idas, but their victory secured them no permanent advantages. Lysander, a general whose abilities the Athenians could not match since they had deprived themselves of the services of Alcibiades, was now in command of the Spartan forces.

Mouser Cats' Story--Amy Prentice"She jumped up on a chair by the side of him, thinking he would stroke her fur as he always used to do, when the poor man got one glimpse of her, and it nearly scared him into hysterics. I suppose he thought it was a ghost, or something like that, for she looked bad enough to be almost anything.

Mozart auf der Reise nach Prag--Eduard MorikeAm offenbarsten zeigten sich die bosen Wirkungen der Lebensweise Mozarts in seiner hauslichen Verfassung. Der Vorwurf torichter, leichtsinniger Verschwendung lag sehr nahe; er muste sich sogar an einen seiner schonsten Herzenszuge hangen. Kam einer, in dringender Not ihm eine Summe abzuborgen, sich seine Burgschaft zu erbitten, so war meist schon darauf gerechnet, das er sich nicht erst lang nach Pfand und Sicherheit erkundigte; dergleichen hatte ihm auch in der Tat so wenig als einem Kinde angestanden.

MR. CHIMPANZEE: Operetta in one act--Jules VerneISIDORE: (alone) Ouf! (he takes off his mask furtively after first having made some ape like gambols) I'm suffocating! How hot the apes must be! You see what love has reduced me to! To abdicate my dignity as a man! It seems to me that I am itching all over! Etamine! Etamine! At last I am going to speak to you and see you! Mr. Van Carcass had always shown me the door. Once I learned that he was expecting a monkey from Brazil, I didn't hesitate to dress in this chimpanzee outfit! But let's behave well and not be too nasty, for fear they'll chain us up! Let's have good manners to keep our freedom. Oof! It's not easy, in this thing! I don't know how the monkeys stand it.

Mr. Dooley's Philosophy--Finley Peter Dunne"No,'tis no aisy job bein' a candydate, an' 'twud be no easy job if th' game iv photygraphs was th' on'y wan th' candydates had to play. Willum Jennings Bryan is photygraphed smilin' back at his smilin' corn fields, in a pair iv blue overalls with a scythe in his hand borrid fr'm th' company that's playin' 'Th' Ol' Homestead,' at th' Lincoln Gran' Opry House. Th' nex' day Mack is seen mendin' a rustic chair with a monkey wrinch, Bryan has a pitcher took in th' act iv puttin' on a shirt marked with th' union label, an' they'se another photygraph iv Mack carryin' a scuttle iv coal up th' cellar stairs. An' did ye iver notice how much th' candydates looks alike, an' how much both iv thim looks like Lydia Pinkham?

Mr. Hawkins' Humorous Adventures--Edgar FranklinHawkins is part inventor and part idiot.

Mr. Justice Raffles"And you prefer the other alternative," said Raffles, "to loosing your grip upon a man who's done you no harm whatever! In interest alone he's almost repaid all you lent him in the first instance; you've first-class security for the rest; yet you must ruin him to revenge yourself upon us. On us, mark you! It's against us you've got your grievance, not against old Garland or his son. You've lost sight of that fact. That little trick this morning was our doing entirely. Why don't you take it out of us? Why refuse a fair offer to spite people who have done you no harm?"

Mr. Pim Passes By--A.A. MilnePIM. I have really nothing to tell, Miss Marden. I have a letter of introduction to your uncle, who in turn will give me, I hope, a letter to a certain distinguished man whom it is necessary for me to meet. That is all. (Holding out his hand.) And now, Miss Marden, I really think I'd better be going.

Mr. Pratt--Joseph C. LincolnThe Twins was pretty well wore out by this time, so neither of them would wash dishes. They chucked 'em into the kitchen sink and left them there. Then they put in three or four hours looking out of the window and swearing at the weather. I stayed in the armchair by the fireplace and did little or nothing but groan and rub alcohol on my lame shoulder. 'Twa'n't a joyful kind of experience, but 'twas the first real daytime rest I'd had since I got Naturalized. And, I own up, I got a good deal of comfort watching the Heavenlies try to do for themselves.

Mr. World and Miss Church-Member--W. S. HarrisSubtitled: A TWENTIETH CENTURY ALLEGORY. I'm including it in Scifi for passages like "The Wizard City."

Mrs. Caudle's Curtain Lectures--Douglas Jerrold"Puddings, indeed! Do you think I'm made of puddings? Didn't you have some boiled rice three weeks ago? Besides, is this the time of the year for puddings? It's all very well if I had money enough allowed me like any other wife to keep the house with: then, indeed, I might have preserves like any other woman; now, it's impossible; and it's cruel--yes, Mr. Caudle, cruel--of you to expect it.

Mrs. Day's Daughters--Mary E. Mann"How much you will enjoy it, Kitty," Deleah was saying with a little girlish longing. "Not only the concert, but everything. Let me picture it. You will run home when you leave me--me in horrid Bridge Street!--and in your bedroom there will be a fire lit, and on the bed your pretty evening frock will be spread, and your lace petticoat, and your silk stockings--"

Mrs. Shelley--Lucy M. RossettiIn October Claire's departure for Florence, as governess in the family of Professor Bojti, where she went by the advice of her friend Mrs. Mason, formerly Lady Mountcashell, brought an end to her permanent residence with the Shelleys, although she was still to look upon their house as her home, and she visited them either for her pleasure or to assist them. Her absence from her friends gives us the advantage of letters from them, letters full of a certain exaggeration of affection and sympathy from Shelley, who felt more acutely than Mary that Claire might be unhappy under a strange roof.

Much adoe about NothingHero. Good Margaret runne thee to the parlour,/ There shalt thou finde my Cosin Beatrice,/ Proposing with the Prince and Claudio,/ Whisper her eare, and tell her I and Vrsula,/ Walke in the Orchard, and our whole discourse/ Is all of her, say that thou ouer-heardst vs,

Mudfog and Other Sketches'I am happy to say that I am the first passenger on board, and shall thus be enabled to give you an account of all that happens in the order of its occurrence. The chimney is smoking a good deal, and so are the crew; and the captain, I am informed, is very drunk in a little house upon deck, something like a black turnpike. I should infer from all I hear that he has got the steam up.

MURDER FOR SALEThough out of sight, The Shadow promptly made his presence known. His automatic spoke again, and brought a yowl from the foremost thug. One arm dangling, the wounded crook made for Whiz's car. His companion went with him, keeping in front of his crippled pal. That wise procedure saved the second crook from a dose of lead.

My Boyhood--John Burroughs I made a cross-gun that had a barrel (in the end of which you dropped the arrow) and a lock with a trigger, and that was really a spiteful, dangerous weapon. About my fifteenth year I had a real gun, a small, double-barrelled gun made by some ingenious blacksmith, I fancy. But it had fairly good shooting qualities--several times I brought down wild pigeons from the tree tops with it. Rabbits, gray squirrels, partridges, also fell before it. I bought it of a pedlar for three dollars, paying on the instalment plan, with money made out of maple sugar.

My Doggie and I--R.M. BallantyneI possess a doggie -- not a dog, observe, but a doggie. If he had been a dog I would not have presumed to intrude him on your notice. A dog is all very well in his way -- one of the noblest of animals, I admit, and pre-eminently fitted to be the companion of man, for he has an affectionate nature, which man demands, and a forgiving disposition, which man needs -- but a dog, with all his noble qualities, is not to be compared to a doggie.

My Four Years in Germany--James W. Gerard We saw a great deal of the two exchange professors in the winter of 1913-14, Professor Paul Shorey of the University of Chicago and Professor Archibald Coolidge of Harvard. These exchange professors give courses and lectures in the universities and their first appearance is quite an event. On this first day in 1913, they each delivered a lecture in the University of Berlin, and on this lecture day Prince August Wilhelm, representing the Kaiser, attended. The Kaiser used invariably to attend, but of late years I am afraid has rather lost interest in this enterprise at first so much favoured by him.

My Friends at Brook Farm--John Van Der Zee SearsDr. Ripley gained my confidence by claiming old acquaintance, recalling a former meeting that I had quite forgotten. Several years previous, when I was a very small boy indeed, my father had taken me with him on a flying trip from New York to Boston, deciding to do so, I suppose rather than to leave mother in a strange city with two children on her hands. During that brief visit Dr. Ripley had taken father to call on an illustrious artist, and he now recalled the circumstances to my mind. With his prompting I could remember riding in a carriage; seeing a tall silvery old gentleman wearing a black velvet robe lined with red, and tasting white grapes for the first time; but I could not think of the silvery gentleman's name.

My Lady of the North--Randall ParrishFull title: My Lady of the North, The Love Story of a Gray Jacket

My Life and Work--Henry Ford Unduly high prices are always a sign of unsound business, because they are always due to some abnormal condition. A healthy patient has a normal temperature; a healthy market has normal prices. High prices come about commonly by reason of speculation following the report of a shortage. Although there is never a shortage in everything, a shortage in just a few important commodities, or even in one, serves to start speculation. Or again, goods may not be short at all. An inflation of currency or credit will cause a quick bulge in apparent buying power and the consequent opportunity to speculate. There may be a combination of actual shortages and a currency inflation--as frequently happens during war. But in any condition of unduly high prices, no matter what the real cause, the people pay the high prices because they think there is going to be a shortage.

My Man JeevesWhat I mean is, while there's no doubt that in certain matters of dress Jeeves's judgment is absolutely sound and should be followed, it seemed to me that it was getting a bit too thick if he was going to edit my face as well as my costume. No one can call me an unreasonable chappie, and many's the time I've given in like a lamb when Jeeves has voted against one of my pet suits or ties; but when it comes to a valet's staking out a claim on your upper lip you've simply got to have a bit of the good old bulldog pluck and defy the blighter.

My NovelBut the bland Italian followed his guest to the wicket, where Frank had left the pony. The young gentleman, afraid lest so courteous a host should hold the stirrup for him, twitched off the bridle, and mounted in haste, not even staying to ask if the Italian could put him in the way to Rood Hall, of which way he was profoundly ignorant. The Italian's eye followed the boy as he rode up the ascent in the lane, and the doctor sighed heavily. "The wiser we grow," said he to himself, "the more we regret the age of our follies: it is better to gallop with a light heart up the stony hill than sit in the summer-house and cry 'How true!' to the stony truths of Machiavelli!"

My Tropic Isle--E. J. BanfieldBoth rolled over and over, struggling violently. For a minute or two there was such an intertwining and confusion of sinuous bodies that it was impossible to distinguish one from the other. The grip of the death adder was not to be lightly shaken off. When "time" was called, the truce lasted several minutes. Then the wrestling was continued in a miniature cyclone of sand and grass-chips. All the energy was on the part of the lizard. The death-adder kept on doing nothing in a dreadfully determined way. In fighting weight the combatants seemed to be fairly equally matched, but in length the lizard had the advantage by at least two inches.

Myne eerste vlerken--Eugeen Edward Stroobant"En gy; o ge mint nog dien valschaerd zoo zeer.../ Zoo zeer dat ge om hem zit te weenen!.../ Verlaet hem, dit raed ik u aen voor uw eer,/ Zoo een vryer en is er toch geeneen!..."

Mysteries of Paris, V3"Come, come, calm yourself," said the abbe, smiling benevolently; "another good action to reveal? As for myself, I strongly approve of the generous indiscretion of your friend. I did not know this servant, for it was just after her arrival that my worthy friend, overwhelmed with business, was obliged momentarily, to my great regret, to interrupt our relations."

Mystery of the Fatal Cipher--Jacques FutrelleIt was under these peculiar circumstances that the scientist came face to face for the first time with John Stockton. Hatch introduced the two men in a most matter-of-fact tone and restored to Stockton the revolver. This was suggested by a nod of the scientist's head. Stockton laid the revolver on a table.

Mystery of the Flaming Phantom--Jacques FutrelleO'Heagan told it. He, too, had sought to get hold of the flaming figure. As he ran for it, it disappeared, was obliterated, wiped out, gone, and he found himself groping in the darkness of the room beyond, the library. Like Hatch, he took the nearest way out, which happened to be through a window already smashed.

Mystery of the Golden Dagger--Jacques Futrelle It was 10 o'clock next day when Hutchinson Hatch and The Thinking Machine called on Dr. Loyd. The medical examiner willingly displayed the golden dagger, and in technical terms explained just what had caused the girl's death. Minus the medical phraseology his opinion was that the wound in the breast had been the first inflicted and that the dagger point had punctured the heart. One of the wounds in the back had also reached the same vital spot; the other wound was superficial.

MYSTERY ON HAPPY BONESThere had been two possible holes in the scheme. First, the planes might not beach in the right spot when they came in; but this chance had been negligible, because actually there was only one good spot for beaching the ships close to the gasoline shack. Doc and the attendant had rolled a few coral rocks on the beach in the edge of the water at other points, to make everywhere else look even less desirable.

Myths And Legends Of Our Own Land, v1--Charles M. SkinnerVol. 1. THE HUDSON AND ITS HILLS

Myths And Legends Of Our Own Land, v2Vol. 2. THE ISLE OF MANHATTOES AND NEARBY

Myths And Legends Of Our Own Land, v3Vol. 3. ON AND NEAR THE DELAWARE

Myths And Legends Of Our Own Land, v4Vol. 4. TALES OF PURITAN LAND

Myths And Legends Of Our Own Land, v5Vol. 5. LIGHTS AND SHADOWS OF THE SOUTH

Myths And Legends Of Our Own Land, v6Vol. 6. THE CENTRAL STATES AND GREAT LAKES

Myths And Legends Of Our Own Land, v7Vol. 7. ALONG THE ROCKY RANGE

Myths And Legends Of Our Own Land, v8Vol. 8. ON THE PACIFIC SLOPE

Myths And Legends Of Our Own Land, v9Vol. 9. AS TO BURIED TREASURE AND STORIED WATERS, CLIFFS, AND MOUNTAINS