Nan Sherwood at Rose Ranch--Annie Roe CarrBut perhaps a much better trained and better-tempered animal would have done the same. She jerked the loop of her bridle-rein off Prince's saddlehorn in that first jump. Then she was away like the wind, her little hoofs spurning the gravel of the path that crossed the school's athletic field and led to the broad steps that led down the face of the cliff to the boathouse and cove.

Napoleon's Campaign in Russia--Achilles RoseGeneral Eble spoke to his pontooneers, telling them that the fate of the army was in their hands. He inspired them with noble sentiments and received the promise of the most absolute devotedness. They had to work in the bitter cold weather--severe frost having suddenly set in--all night and during the next day, in the water, in the midst of floating ice, probably under fire of the enemy, without rest, almost without time to swallow some boiled meat; they had not even bread or salt or brandy. This was the price at which the army could be saved. Each and every one of the pontooneers pledged himself to their general, and we shall see how they kept their word.

Narrative And Miscellaneous Papers, Vol. I.--Thomas De QuinceyOh! verdure of human fields, cottages of men and women, (that now suddenly seemed all brothers and sisters,) cottages with children around them at play, that are so far below--oh! summer and spring, flowers and blossoms, to which, as to his symbols, God has given the gorgeous privilege of rehearsing for ever upon earth his most mysterious perfection--Life, and the resurrections of Life--is it indeed true, that poor Kate must never see you more? Mutteringly she put that question to herself. But strange are the caprices of ebb and flow in the deep fountains of human sensibilities.

Narrative And Miscellaneous Papers, Vol. II.--Thomas De QuinceyHeavy, indeed, are the arrears still due to philosophic curiosity on the real merits, and on the separate merits, of Samuel Taylor Coleridge. Coleridge as a poet--Coleridge as a philosopher! How extensive are those questions, if those were all! and upon neither question have we yet any investigation--such as, by compass of views, by research, or even by earnestness of sympathy with the subject, can, or ought to satisfy, a philosophic demand. Blind is that man who can persuade himself that the interest in Coleridge, taken as a total object, is becoming an obsolete interest.

Narrative of the Life of Mrs. Mary Jemison--James E. SeaverFull title: A NARRATIVE OF THE LIFE OF MRS. MARY JEMISON, Who was taken by the Indians, in the year 1755, when only about twelve years of age, and has continued to reside amongst them to the present time. CONTAINING An Account of the Murder of her Father and his Family; her sufferings; her marriage to two Indians; her troubles with her Children; barbarities of the Indians in the French and Revolutionary Wars; the life of her last Husband, &c.; and many Historical Facts never before published. Carefully taken from her own words, Nov. 29th, 1823.

Narrative of the Life of Olaudah Equiano, Vol. I.Full title: The Interesting Narrative of the Life of Olaudah Equiano, or Gustavus Vassa, the African. Written by Himself. Vol. I.

Narrative of the Life of Olaudah Equiano. Vol. II.In May 1769, soon after our return from Turkey, our ship made a delightful voyage to Oporto in Portugal, where we arrived at the time of the carnival. On our arrival, there were sent on board to us thirty-six articles to observe, with very heavy penalties if we should break any of them; and none of us even dared to go on board any other vessel or on shore till the Inquisition had sent on board and searched for every thing illegal, especially bibles. Such as were produced, and certain other things, were sent on shore till the ships were going away; and any person in whose custody a bible was found concealed was to be imprisoned and flogged

Narratives of the Witchcraft Cases, 1648-1706--George Lincoln BurrI. Susanna Martin, pleading Not Guilty to the Indictment of Witchcraft brought in against her, there were produced the evidences of many persons very sensibly and grievously Bewitched; who all complaned of the prisoner at the Bar, as the person whom they Believed the cause of their Miseries. And now, as well as in the other Trials, there was an extraordinary endeavour by Witchcrafts, with Cruel and Frequent Fits, to hinder the poor sufferers from giving in their complaints; which the Court was forced with much patience to obtain, by much waiting and watching for it.

Nathaniel Hawthorne--George E. WoodberryHe had, however, begun to age. He was forty-six years old, and the last year had told upon him, with its various anxieties, excitement, and hard labor with the pen. He was more easily fatigued, he was less robust and venturesome, less physically confident. He showed the changes of time. On his arrival, "weary and worn," says his wife, "with waiting for a place to be, to think, and to write in," he gave up with something like nervous fever; "his eyes looked like two immense spheres of troubled light; his face was wan and shadowy, and he was wholly uncomfortable."

National Being--(A.E.) George William RussellThe change from static to dynamic, from fixed forms to fluid forms, has been coming swiftly over the world owing to the liberation of thought, and this in spite of the obstruction of a society organized, I might almost say, with egomania as the predominant psychological factor. The ancient conception of Nature as a manifestation of spirit is incarnating anew in the minds of modern thinkers, and Nature is not conceived of as material, but as force and continual motion; and they are trying to identify human will with this arcane energy, and let the forces of Nature have freer play in humanity. We begin to catch glimpses of civilizations as far exceeding ours as ours surpasses society in the Stone Age.

National Epics--Kate Milner RabbSaum, who had lived to regret his foolish and wicked act, was told in a dream that his son still lived, and was being cared for by the Simurgh. He accordingly sought the nest, and carried his son away with great thanksgiving. The Simurgh parted tenderly with the little Zal, and presented him with a feather from her wing, telling him that whenever he was in danger, he had only to throw it on the fire and she would instantly come to his aid.

Nature and Human Nature--Thomas Chandler HaliburtonI shall never forget when I was up to Michelimackinic. A thunderin' long word, ain't it? We call it Mackinic now for shortness. But perhaps you wouldn't understand it spelt that way, no more than I did when I was to England that Brighton means Brighthelmeston, or Sissiter, Cirencester, for the English take such liberties with words, they can't afford to let others do the same; so I give it to you both ways. Well, when I was there last, I dined with a village doctor, the greatest epicure I think I ever see in all my born days. He thought and talked of nothing else from morning till night but eatin'.

Nature's Serial StoryThe clouded sky permitted only a cold gray light, in which everything stood out with wonderful distinctness. Even the dried weeds with their shrivelled seed-vessels were sharply defined against the snow. The beech leaves which still clung to the trees were bleached and white, but the foliage on the lower branches of the oaks was almost black against the hillside. Not a breath of air rustled them. At times Leonard would stop his horse, and when the jingle of the sleigh-bells ceased the silence was profound. Every vestige of life had disappeared in the still woods, or was hidden by the snow.

Nets to Catch the Wind--Elinor WylieI saw the dead girl cringe and whine,/ And cower in the weeping air--/ But, oh, she was no kin of mine,/ And so I did not care!

Neville Trueman the Pioneer Preacher--William Henry WithrowThe next morning, the British were within a mile and a half of Baltimore, but they found fifteen thousand men, with a large train of artillery, in possession of the heights commanding the city. Colonel Brooke, not willing to incur the risk of attacking in daylight, with three thousand men, a fivefold number, resolved on attempting a surprise by night. He learned, however, that the enemy, by sinking twenty vessels in the river, had prevented all naval co-operation. The inevitable loss of life in an assault far counter-balancing any prospective advantage, Brooke wisely abandoned the design, and withdrew unmolested to his ships.

NIELS HENRIK ABEL--G. MITTAG-LEFFLERDegen avait une importante bibliotheque mathematique, et Abel la mit assidument a profit. Abel, differant en cela de beaucoup d'autres mathematiciens, etait un lecteur assidu des travaux des autres. Ceci s'applique particulierement aux premieres annees, avant qu'il ne commencat veritablement a produire. Il eut de bonne heure un sentiment assez juste de sa propre importance pour vouloir, arme d'abord du meilleur savoir de l'epoque, se presenter lui-meme comme auteur. Ainsi s'explique la haute education universelle, la large vue sur tout le terrain parcouru, que nous trouvons chez lui des les premiers debuts.

NIELS LYHNE--Jens Peter JacobsenTHERE was in Niels Lyhne's nature a lame reflec-tiveness, child of an instinctive shrinking from decisive action, grandchild of a subconscious sense that he lacked personality. He was always struggling against this reflectiveness, sometimes goading himself by calling it vile names, then again decking it out as a virtue that was a part of his inmost self and was bound up with all his possibilities and powers. But whatever he made of it, and however he looked upon it, he hated it as a secret infirmity, which he might perhaps hide from the world, but never from himself; it was always there to humiliate him whenever he was alone with himself.

Night Must Fall--Emlyn WilliamsDAN: Yes.... Clears the brain no end.... Makes you understand better.... (His voice growing in vehemence) Makes you see what a damn silly thing it is to get the wind up about anything. Do things! Get a move on! Show 'em what you're made of! Get a move on!... Fainting, indeed.... Proper girl's trick, I'm ashamed of myself.... ( Looking round, quietly) The light's going.... The daytime's as if it's never been; it's dead.... (Seeing the others stare, with a laugh) Daft, isn't it?

No Defense"From Darius Boland, y'r honour," answered Michael, with a smile. "Who is Darius Boland, you're askin' in y'r mind? Well, he's the new manager come from the Llyn plantations in Virginia; and right good stuff he is, with a tongue that's as dry as cut-wheat in August. And there's humour in him, plenty-aye, plenty. When did I see him, and how? Well, I saw him this mornin', on the quay at Kingston. He was orderin' the porters about with an air--oh, bedad, an air! I saw the name upon the parcels-- Miss Sheila Llyn, of Moira, Virginia, and so I spoke to him. The rest was aisy.

No Name She looked mechanically at the headings of the articles; she listlessly turned over page after page, until her wandering attention was arrested by the narrative of an Execution in a distant part of England. There was nothing to strike her in the story of the crime, and yet she read it. It was a common, horribly common, act of bloodshed --the murder of a woman in farm-service by a man in the same employment who was jealous of her. He had been convicted on no extraordinary evidence, he had been hanged under no unusual circumstances.

Nonsenseorship--G. G. PutnamI hope they're satisfied./ They can prove that the Johnstown flood,/ And the blizzard of 1888,/ And the destruction of Pompeii/ Were all due to alcohol./ They have it figured out/ That anyone who would give a gin daisy a friendly look/ Is just wasting time out of jail,

Normandy--Gordon HomeFull title: NORMANDY: THE SCENERY & ROMANCE OF ITS ANCIENT TOWNS

Northern Georgia Sketches--Will Nathaniel HarbenSanders crossed his legs and cleared his throat. "That was the understandin' when we agreed to take 'er," he said, rather consequentially. "She was to make 'erse'f handy whenever she was able. My wife has had a risin' on 'er arm an' couldn't cook, an' we've had five ur six field hands here to the'r meals. The old critter was willin' to do anything to git a place to stay. The' wasn't anywhar else fer 'er to go. She's too old to do much, but she's willin' to put 'er hands to anything. We cayn't complain. She gits peevish now an' then, though, an' 'er eyesight an' memory's a-failin', so that she makes mistakes in the cookin'. T'other day she salted the dough twice an' clean furgot to put in sody."

Not George WashingtonFull title: NOT GEORGE WASHINGTON An Autobiographical Novel by P. G. Wodehouse and Herbert Westbrook

Notwithstanding--Mary CholmondeleyPerhaps, after all, Lady Louisa had some grounds for feeling that everything had gone against her. Dick was dying, and her second son Harry--what of him? She was doggedly convinced that Harry was not "wanting": that "he could help it if he liked." In that case, all that could be said was that he did not like. She stuck to it that his was a case of arrested development, in strenuous opposition to her husband, who had held that Harry's brain was not normal from the awful day when as a baby they first noticed that he always stared at the ceiling.

Nouveaux Contes a Ninon--Emile ZolaIl �tait de fait que la lune avait march� et qu'elle �clairait en plein le bassin. C'�tait une lune superbe. Le bassin luisait, pareil � un miroir d'argent, au milieu du noir des feuilles; les joncs, les n�nufars des bords, faisaient sur l'eau des ombres finement dessin�es, comme lav�es au pinceau, avec de l'encre de Chine. Une pluie chaude d'�toiles tombait dans le bassin par l'�troite ouverture des feuillages. Le filet d'eau coulait derri�re Adeline, d'une voix plus basse et comme moqueuse.

Novum Organum33. To speak plainly, no correct judgment can be formed, either of our method, or its discoveries, by those anticipations which are now in common use; for it is not to be required of us to submit ourselves to the judgment of the very method we ourselves arraign.

O Livro de Cesario Verde--Cesario Verde "Nao ves como a campina e toda embalsamada/ "E como nos alegra em cada nova flor?/ "E entao porque e que tens na fronte consternada/ "Um nao sei que tocante e enternecedor?/

O. T., A Danish Romance--Hans Christian AndersenSeveral days had passed; the sky was gray; the young people assembled round the table; they were at no loss for a subject of conversation. All those who have brothers or sons who study well, have remarked how much they are especially fascinated by the lectures on natural philosophy and astronomy; the world, as it were, expands itself before the intellectual eye. We know that the friends, during the past summer, had participated in these lectures, and, like the greater number, were full of these subjects, from the contemplation of a drop of water, with its innumerable animalculae, to the distance and magnitude of stars and planets.

OBERON�S HORN--Ephraim MikhaelNote: Based on The Flowering Horn, a one act fairy play by Ephraim Mikhael, translated and adapted by Frank J. Morlock

Obiter Dicta--Augustine BirrellIs it necessary that they should be the record of a noble character? Certainly not. We remember Pepys, who--well, never mind what he does. We call to mind Cellini; he runs behind a fellow-creature, and with 'admirable address' sticks a dagger in the nape of his neck, and long afterwards records the fact, almost with reverence, in his life's story. Can anything be more revolting than some portions of the revelation Benjamin Franklin was pleased to make of himself in writing? And what about Rousseau?

Observations of a Retired Veteran--Henry C. TinsleyWell, we have gotten you into a new year! Life and Fate and Time, all have managed to get you here. With many of you they had a hard pull to get you here. Some of you have been near to death; some of you so miserable you hardly wanted to try another year here, and the majority of you have shown the least interest about getting here. I don't reproach you; you are only following the perverse example of Human Nature. Did it ever strike you that the globe and the people who live on its surface, are always marching different ways?

Oden--Gotthold Ephraim LessingWo nicht, so werde der der Vorwurf meiner Lieder,/ Der sich als Themis' Raecher wies,/ Und dessen frommes Schwert der giftgen Zanksucht Hyder/ Nur drei von tausend Koepfen liess./

OEDIPUS By VoltaireOEDIPUS: No, despite what you said, my uneasy soul/ Is no less agitated by importunate suspicions./ The High Priest annoys me, and ready to excuse him/ I begin, in secret, to accuse myself,/ On all that he told me, full of supreme horror,/ I am in secret interrogating myself.

Old Ballads--Selected by Beverly Nichols And first, quo' the king, when I'm in this stead,/ With my crowne of golde so faire on my head,/ Among all my liege-men so noble of birthe,/ Thou must tell me to one penny what I am worthe./

Old Calabria--Norman DouglasIt was here, yesterday, that I came upon an unexpected sight--an army of workmen engaged in burrowing furiously into the bowels of Mother Earth. They told me that this tunnel would presently become one of the arteries of that vast system, the Apulian Aqueduct. The discovery accorded with my Roman mood, for the conception and execution alike of this grandiose project are worthy of the Romans. Three provinces where, in years of drought, wine is cheaper than water, are being irrigated--in the teeth of great difficulties of engineering and finance. Among other things, there are 213 kilometres of subterranean tunnellings to be built; eleven thousand workmen are employed; the cost is estimated at 125 million francs.

Old Caravan Days--Mary Hartwell Catherwood Robert Day crept out of the carriage, having with him the oil-cloth apron and a plan. Four long sticks were not hard to find, or to sharpen with his pocket knife, and a few knocks drove them into the soft earth, two on each side of a log near the fire. He then stretched the oil-cloth over the sticks, tying the corners, and had a canopied throne in the midst of this lively camp. A chunk served for a footstool. Bobaday sat upon his log, hearing the rain slide down, and feeling exceedingly snug. His delight came from that wild instinct with which we all turn to arbors and caves, and to unexpected grapevine bowers deep in the woods; the instinct which makes us love to stand upright inside of hollow sycamore-trees, and pretend that a green tunnel among the hazel or elderberry bushes is the entrance hall of a noble castle.

OLD GOLD, OR, THE CRUISE OF THE JASON BRIG--GEORGE MANVILLE FENN"Gone--both of them," said Brace, laughing, as he lowered the hammer of his piece, for the sea-cow suddenly gave a wallow and went down with a loud splash as if it had been alarmed by the sight of something approaching, while its disturbance of the water acted upon the great alligator, which sank at once, startling another, of whose presence the watchers were not aware till they caught a glimpse of the reptile's tail as it disappeared.

Old Hungarian Fairy Tales--Baroness OrczyThe next day Narcissa got up and dressed, or rather made Forget-me-not dress her as usual; she was not yet tired of all the admiration her beauty always roused whereever she passed, and she still loved as dearly as ever to gaze at her own reflection in the lake, and provoke its inhabitants into songs of praise. On this particular morning she had made herself look lovelier than ever, and she stepped out of her mother's garden, anxiously peering round for the squirrels, who always greeted her approach joyfully, and escorted her to the edge of the lake with many a bow of admiration and envy.

Old Mission Stories of California--Charles Franklin CarterAnd now began a time of happiness for Apolinaria; busy all day, sometimes at the roughest toil, she worked with her whole heart, full of joy because she was busy, and was doing something for the good people with whom she had found a home. But more than this: the change from her old shelter in the asylum in the great city to a life in the sweet, wild new country, beautiful with all that was loveliest in nature, was one to make a character like Apolinaria expand and grow into a rounded simplicity of soul and spirit.

Old Spookses' Pass--Isabella Valancy Crawford"Soul of my soul, or is it night/ Or is it dawn or is it day?/ I see no more nor dark nor light,/ I hear no more the distant fray."/ "'Tis Dawn," she whispers: "Dawn at last!/ Bright flush'd with love's immortal glow/ For me as thee, all earth is past!/ Late loved--well loved, now let us go!"/

Old Times on the Mississippi--Mark TwainAnd then if you will go on until you know every street crossing, the character, size, and position of the crossing-stones, and the varying depth of mud in each of those numberless places, you will have some idea of what the pilot must know in order to keep a Mississippi steamer out of trouble. Next, if you will take half of the signs in that long street, and change their places once a month, and still manage to know their new positions accurately on dark nights. and keep up with these repeated changes without making any mistakes, you will understand what is required of a pilot's peerless memory by the fickle Mississippi.

Oliver Goldsmith--Washington IrvingWhile poor Goldsmith was thus struggling with the difficulties and discouragements which in those days beset the path of an author, his friends in Ireland received accounts of his literary success and of the distinguished acquaintances he was making. This was enough to put the wise heads at Lissoy and Ballymahon in a ferment of conjectures. With the exaggerated notions of provincial relatives concerning the family great man in the metropolis, some of Goldsmith's poor kindred pictured him to themselves seated in high places, clothed in purple and fine linen, and hand and glove with the givers of gifts and dispensers of patronage.

OLYMPIAS--Translated and adapted By Frank J. Morlock C 2003Note: A tragedy About the daughter of Alexander the Great

Oman, a country studySince the development of the country's infrastructure in the 1970s, national development plans have given priority to reducing dependency on oil exports and encouraging income-generating projects in non-oil sectors (diversification), promoting privatesector investment, and effecting a wider geographical distribution of investments to correct regional imbalances. Such a wider distribution is intended to narrow the gap in the standard of living in different regions, develop existing areas of population, and discourage migration to densely populated urban centers, such as Muscat (also seen as Masqat), the capital. Equally important are the national goals to develop local human resources, to increase indigenous participation in the private sector, and to improve government management and organization.

Omatunto--Juhani Aho Melkein mielenosoituksellisen vaelinpitaemaettoemaesti otti Soederlingska kirstusta papupussin ja taeytti siitae paahtimen, pani sitten pussin takaisin kirstuun ja siirraetytti sen Soederlingillae takaisin nurkkaan saengyn ja seinaen vaeliin.

On a Torn-Away World--Roy Rockwood"I'll bet they haven't been brought across the range," said the pessimistic Mark. "If the air everywhere is so rarified the men would die crossing the mountains." "Think of the people living on Mt. Washington--and other heights!" cried Jack, suddenly. "Why, they will be snuffed out like candles. It is an awful thought."

On Something--H. BellocThen there is this element in the anonymity of good work, that a man very often has no idea how good the work is which he has done. The anecdotes (such as that famous one of Keats) which tell us of poets desiring to destroy their work, or, at any rate, casting it aside as of little value, are not all false. We still have the letter in which Burns enclosed "Scots wha' hae," and it is curious to note his misjudgment of the verse; and side by side with that kind of misjudgment we have men picking out for singular affection and with a full expectation of glory some piece of work of theirs to which posterity will have nothing to say.

On the Eve 'What an absorbed . . . and what an indifferent face!' he muttered. 'Elena Nikolaevna,' he continued, raising his voice, 'allow me to tell you a little anecdote. I had a friend, and this friend also had a friend, who at first conducted himself as befits a gentleman but afterwards took to drink. So one day early in the morning, my friend meets him in the street (and by that time, note, the acquaintance has been completely dropped) meets him and sees he is drunk. My friend went and turned his back on him. But he ran up and said, "I would not be angry," says he, "if you refused to recognise me, but why should you turn your back on me? Perhaps I have been brought to this through grief. Peace to my ashes!"'

On the Juche Idea--Kim Jong IlMan cannot, of course, live outside the world; he lives and conducts his activity in the world. Nature is the object of man's labour and also is the material source of his life. Society is a community where people live and conduct activities. Natural environments and social conditions have a great effect on human activity. Whether natural environments are good or bad and, in particular, whether the political and economic systems of a society are progressive or reactionary -- these factors may favourably affect human endeavour to remake nature and develop society or limit and restrict that activity.

On the Pampas--G. A. HentyThe boys were in the highest spirits at being at last really out upon the pampas, and as day fairly broke they had a hearty laugh at the appearance of their cavalcade. There was no road or track of any kind, and consequently, instead of following in a file, as they would have done in any other country, the party straggled along in a confused body. First came the animals--the sheep, bullocks, and cows. Behind these rode Lopez, in, his gaucho dress, and a long whip in his hand, which he cracked from time to time, with a report like that of a pistol--not that there was any difficulty in driving the animals at a pace sufficient to keep well ahead of the bullock carts, for the sheep of the pampas are very much more active beasts than their English relations.

On the Study of Words--Richard C TrenchBut a caution is necessary here. We must not regard as certain in every case, or indeed in most cases, that the first rise of a word will have exactly consented in time with its first appearance within the range of our vision. Such identity will sometimes exist; and we may watch i the actual birth of some word, and may affirm with confidence that at such a time and on such an occasion it first saw the light--in this book, or from the lips of that man.

On the Trail of Pontiac--Edward StratemeyerBut this was a mistake. Jean Bevoir and Flat Nose had been eager for the fight, but word had come in at the last moment that the attack must be put off, and such was the power of Pontiac and other great chiefs of that vicinity that Flat Nose obeyed. As it was impossible for the handful of Frenchmen under Bevoir to do anything alone the whole scheme fell through, and then Bevoir lost no time in getting back to where he had left the loot from the pack-train, claiming that which had been allotted to him and his men, and getting away further to the northwestward, where he felt tolerably safe from pursuit.

Once Aboard The Lugger--Arthur Stuart-Menteth HutchinsonFull title: ONCE ABOARD THE LUGGER-- THE HISTORY OF GEORGE AND HIS MARY

Once Upon A Time In Connecticut--Caroline Clifford NewtonNearly one hundred years after the Declaration of Independence the tail of King George's horse was dug up on a farm in Wilton, Connecticut, and a piece of his saddle was found there at about the same time. The tradition in Wilton is that the ox-cart carrying the broken statue passed through Wilton on its way to Litchfield, and that the saddle and the tail were thrown away there. Just why, no one knows; perhaps the load was too heavy; possibly--some people think--because it was found that they were not of pure lead and could not be used to make bullets. Most of the statue, however, seems to have reached Litchfield safely.

Opening a Chestnut BurrBut Miss Walton reminded him of a young sugar maple that he had noticed, all aflame, from his window that morning, so rich and high was her color, as, still intent upon the thickly scattered nuts, she followed the old unspent childish impulse to gather now as she had done when of Susie's age. With a half-wondering smile Gregory watched her intent expression, so like that of the other children, and thought, "Well, she is the freshest and most unhackneyed girl I have ever met for one who knows so much. It seems true, as she said, that she draws her life from nature and will never grow old.

ORESTES or Visions of CrimeNote: By Mansard, Translated and adapted by Frank J. Morlock

Origin of Honour--Bernard MandevilleFull title: An Enquiry into the Origin of Honour, and the Usefulness of Christianity in War

Othello--Wilhelm Hauff"Und als ich ihr sagen durfte, wie ich sie verehre, als sie mir mit stolzer Freude gestand, wie sie mich liebe, als jenes traute, entzueckende Spiel der Liebe begann, wo ein Blick, ein fluechtiger Druck der Hand mehr sagt, als Worte auszudruecken vermoegen, wo man tagelang nur in der freudigen Erwartung eines Abends, einer Stunde, einer einsamen Minute lebte, wo man in der Erinnerung dieses seligen Augenblicks schwelgte, bis der Abend wieder erschien, bis ich aus dem Taumelkelch ihrer suessen Augen aufs neue Vergessenheit trank! Wie reich wusste sie zu geben, wie viel Liebe wusste sie in ein Wort, in einen Blick zu legen; und ich sollte fliehen?"

Our Friend John Burroughs--Clara BarrusWe are coming more and more to like the savor of the wild and the unconventional. Perhaps it is just this savor or suggestion of free fields and woods, both in his life and in his books, that causes so many persons to seek out John Burroughs in his retreat among the trees and rocks on the hills that skirt the western bank of the Hudson. To Mr. Burroughs more perhaps than to any other living American might be applied these words in Genesis: "See, the smell of my son is as the smell of a field which the Lord hath blessed"--so redolent of the soil and of the hardiness and plenitude of rural things is the influence that emanates from him.

Our Hundred Days in Europe--Oliver Wendell HolmesNow, while they are talking about America and their own local atmosphere and temperature, there comes in a second Boston Fahrenheit. The two of the same name look at each other for a moment, and rush together so eagerly that their bulbs are endangered. How well they understand each other! Thirty-two degrees marks the freezing point. Two hundred and twelve marks the boiling point. They have the same scale, the same fixed points, the same record: no wonder they prefer each other's company!

Our Master--Bramwell BoothFull title: OUR MASTER Thoughts for Salvationists about Their Lord BY General Bramwell Booth.

Our Old Home From Leamington to Stratford-on-Avon the distance is eight or nine miles, over a road that seemed to me most beautiful. Not that I can recall any memorable peculiarities; for the country, most of the way, is a succession of the gentlest swells and subsidences, affording wide and far glimpses of champaign scenery here and there, and sinking almost to a dead level as we draw near Stratford. Any landscape in New England, even the tamest, has a more striking outline, and besides would have its blue eyes open in those lakelets that we encounter almost from mile to mile at home, but of which the Old Country is utterly destitute

OUT OF THE DEBT OF DANGERThey agreed well in the beginning of their career of extravagance; but the very similarity of their tastes and habits proved ultimately the cause of the most violent quarrels. As they both were expensive, selfish, and self-willed, neither would, from regard to the other, forbear. Comparisons between their different degrees of extravagance commenced; and, once begun, they never ended. It was impossible to settle, to the satisfaction of either party, which of them was most to blame.

Out of the Fog--C. K. OberOur schooner was a trawler, equipped with six dories and a crew of fifteen, including the skipper, the cook, the boy and two men for each boat. Each trawl had a thousand hooks, a strong ground line six thousand feet long, with a smaller line two and a half feet in length, with hook attached, at every fathom. These hooks were baited and the trawl was set each night. The six trawls stretched away from the vessel like the spokes from the hub of a wheel, the buoy marking the outer anchor of each trawl being over a mile away.

Out of the Primitive--Robert Ames Bennet"Then--But I can't leave you here in this hell-hole! You've no right to ask me to do that, Tom. If I could bring my guns ashore and stay with you--But she'll never be more in need of some one, if you insist upon your plan. I say! I have it--We'll slip you aboard after dark. You can lie in covert till we reach Port Mozambique. I trust I'm clever enough to keep her diverted that long. Can put it that you're outfitting--all that, y' know."

Outlines of English and American Literature--William J. LongAt the present time a different kind of fiction is momentarily popular; yet if we begin one of Brown's bloodcurdling romances, the chances are that we shall finish it, since it appeals to that strange interest in morbid themes which leads so many to read Poe or some other purveyor of horrors and mysteries.

Over Prairie Trails--Frederick Philip GroveNow I have already said that snow is the only really plastic element in which the wind can carve the vagaries of its mood and leave a record of at least some permanency. The surface of the sea is a wonderful book to be read with a lightning-quick eye; I do not know anything better to do as a cure for ragged nerves--provided you are a good sailor. But the forms are too fleeting, they change too quickly--so quickly, indeed, that I have never succeeded in so fixing their record upon my memory as to be able to develop one form from the other in descriptive notes.

Over the Border: Acadia--Eliza ChaseBy the treaty of Utrecht in 1713 Acadia was ceded to the English; but the French colonists, in taking the oath of allegiance to their new rulers (1727-28), were promised that they should not be required at any time to take up arms against France. They were now in the position of Neutrals, and by that name were known; but this placed them in an awkward predicament, as they were suspected by both contending powers. The English hated them, believing their sympathies to be with the French; while even their countrymen in Canada were distrustful of them, urging them to withdraw.

Over the Rocky Mountains--R.M. BallantyneFull title: Over the Rocky Mountains; Wandering Will in the Land of the Red Skins

Over The Top--Arthur Guy EmpeyFull title: "OVER THE TOP" BY AN AMERICAN SOLDIER WHO WENT ARTHUR GUY EMPEY MACHINE GUNNER, SERVING IN FRANCE TOGETHER WITH TOMMY'S DICTIONARY OF THE TRENCHES

Overdale--Emma Jane WorboiseUnheard, Mr. Aylmer had joined the party. Kate was talking so loudly--for loud talking was one of her accomplishments--that she had not heard the door gently opened and closed again, nor was she at all aware that the rector was quietly listening to her flippant tirade. She looked up when she ceased speaking, and Mw Mr. Aylmer's tall, erect figure before her, and noticed his grave, sad looks.

Owindia--Charlotte Selina BompasWhen the first man entered the lodge it could not have been more than a few seconds after the firing of the fatal shot, for Michel was still standing, gun in hand, and his poor wife sighing forth the last few breathings of her sad and troubled life. She had kept her word, and met her death without one cry or expostulation! It might have been heard from far, that groan of horror and dismay which sprung spontaneous from the one first witnessing the ghastly scene, and then from the whole of the assembled Indians.

Pages from a Journal with Other Papers--Mark RutherfordFaith is nobly seen when a man, standing like Columbus upon the shore with a dark, stormy Atlantic before him, resolves to sail, and although week after week no land be visible, still believes and still sails on; but it is nobler when there is no America as the goal of our venture, but something which is unsubstantial, as, for example, self-control and self-purification. It is curious, by the way, that discipline of this kind should almost have disappeared. Possibly it is because religion is now a matter of belief in certain propositions; but, whatever the cause may be, we do not train ourselves day by day to become better as we train ourselves to learn languages or science.

Pakistan, a country studyIn his presidential address to the Muslim League session at Allahabad in 1930, the leading modern Muslim philosopher in South Asia, Sir Muhammad Iqbal (1876-1938), described India as Asia in miniature, in which a unitary form of government was inconceivable and religious community rather than territory was the basis for identification. To him, communalism in its highest sense was the key to the formation of a harmonious whole in India. Therefore, he demanded the establishment of a confederated India to include a Muslim state consisting of Punjab, North-West Frontier Province, Sindh, and Balochistan.

Palamon and ArciteWhile Arcite lives in bliss, the story turns/ Where hopeless Palamon in prison mourns./ For six long years immured, the captive knight/ Had dragged his chains, and scarcely seen the light:/ Lost liberty and love at once he bore;

Palestina--Robert ChambersThe middle earth sea kept as streight a line vpon the west side of the countrie, so that Reuben beeing seated without the riuer Iordan, vpon the South, and halfe the tribe of Manasse vppon the North, and Gad in the middle betwixt them, the rest of the twelue tribes or familyes (for so were the people distinguished) tooke their portions in this sort betweene the riuer Iordan, and the middle earth sea, Iudah and Simeon, had the farthest south partes, next vnto whome were Beniamin and Dan, Nephtalim and Aser, were placed in the farthest North partes, and Zabulon bordered vpon them, the other halfe tribe of Manasse enioyed the middle of the land, and was neighboured on the south by Ephraim

Pamela Giraud--Honore de BalzacMme. Giraud (leading Giraud up to Pamela) Did you hear that? Well! Listen to me. She is in love with this youth. It is quite certain that he also is in love with her. If she should make a sacrifice like that, as a return, he ought to marry her.

Pan--Knut HamsunI fancy I can read a little in the souls of those about me--but perhaps it is not so. Oh, when my good days come, I feel as if I could see far into others' souls, though I am no great or clever head. We sit in a room, some men, some women, and I, and I seem to see what is passing within them, and what they think of me. I find something in every swift little change of light in their eyes; sometimes the blood rises to their cheeks and reddens them; at other times they pretend to be looking another way, and yet they watch me covertly from the side. There I sit, marking all this, and no one dreams that I see through every soul. For years past I have felt that I could read the souls of all I met. But perhaps it is not so...

PANDORA, By VOLTAIREPANDORA: (noticing Prometheus in the midst of the nymphs)/ What object attracts my eyes!/ Of all that I see in these pleasant parts/ It's you, it's you, no question, to whom I owe life. / My soul is filled with the fire from your glances;/ You seem still to vivify me.

Pandore--Opera, par VoltairePROMETHEE./ Je veux servir la terre, et non pas l'opprimer./ H�las, � cet objet j'ai donn� la naissance,/ Et je demande en vain qu'il s'anime, qu'il pense./ Qu'il soit heureux, qu'il sache aimer./

Parisians in the CountryThe country gentleman, lodging at the Hotel de Mayence, Rue Saint-Honore, near the Place Vendome, one morning received a visit from a confidential agent of the Ministry, who was an expert in "winding up" business. This elegant personage, who stepped out of an elegant cab, and was dressed in the most elegant style, was requested to walk up to No. 3--that is to say, to the third floor, to a small room where he found his provincial concocting a cup of coffee over his bedroom fire.

PASQUINFull title: PASQUIN; A DRAMATICK SATIRE ON THE TIMES BEING THE REHEARSAL OF TWO PLAYS: VIZ., A COMEDY CALLED THE ELECTION, AND A TRAGEDY CALLED THE LIFE AND DEATH OF COMMON SENSE.

Passages From The American Notebooks, V1 August 31st.--A drive to Nahant yesterday afternoon. Stopped at Rice's, and afterwards walked down to the steamboat wharf to see the passengers land. It is strange how few good faces there are in the world, comparatively to the ugly ones. Scarcely a single comely one in all this collection. Then to the hotel. Barouches at the doors, and gentlemen and ladies going to drive, and gentlemen smoking round the piazza. The bar-keeper had one of Benton's mint-drops for a bosom-brooch! It made a very handsome one.

Passages From The American Notebooks, Volume 2 It was a beautiful morning, clear as crystal, with an invigorating, but not disagreeable coolness. The general aspect of the country was as green as summer,--greener indeed than mid or latter summer,--and there were occasional interminglings of the brilliant hues of autumn, which made the scenery more beautiful, both visibly and in sentiment. We saw no absolutely mean nor poor-looking abodes along the road.

Passages From the English Notebooks--HawthorneIn front of our hotel, on the lawn between us and the lake, there are two trees, which we have hitherto taken to be yews; but on examining them more closely, I find that they are pine-trees, and quite dead and dry, although they have the aspect of dark rich life. But this is caused by the verdure of two great ivy-vines, which have twisted round them like gigantic snakes, and, clambering up and throttling the life out of them, have put out branches, and made crowns of thick green leaves, so that, at a little distance, it is quite impossible not to take them for genuine trees.

Passages From the French and Italian Notebooks--Nathaniel HawthorneNo shame is attached to begging in Italy. In fact, I rather imagine it to be held an honorable profession, inheriting some of the odor of sanctity that used to be attached to a mendicant and idle life in the days of early Christianity, when every saint lived upon Providence, and deemed it meritorious to do nothing for his support.

Patty Fairfield--Carolyn Wells "This is the Hurly-Burly, Patty," said her uncle, "and if anything isn't quite in order, you must pardon it, for we're scarcely settled yet, and haven't had time to get everything to rights; and your Aunt Grace had the misfortune to sprain her ankle yesterday, so she can't attend to things as she otherwise would. But whatever you want just you come straight and tell your Uncle Teddy, and you shall have it, if it's a roc's egg."

Paul Clifford It was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents, except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind which swept up the streets (for it is in London that our scene lies), rattling along the house-tops, and fiercely agitating the scanty flame of the lamps that struggled against the darkness. Through one of the obscurest quarters of London, and among haunts little loved by the gentlemen of the police, a man, evidently of the lowest orders, was wending his solitary way.

Paula the Waldensian--Eva Lecomte"I don't remember all. I would have liked to have kept the letter. It was such a letter that would help any one to die, for it was certainly a treasure. But my poor madame wished to carry it to the tomb with her, and no doubt it is there yet in her hands, poor little angel. As I remember it, the letter concluded thus: 'He that believeth on Me hath everlasting life, and him that cometh to Me I will in no wise cast out!'"

Pauline's Passion and PunishmentHer eyes came back from their long gaze and settled on him full of an intelligence which deepened his perplexity. "You have not learned to know me yet; death is not more inexorable or time more tireless than I. This week has seemed one of indolent delight to you. To me it has been one of constant vigilance and labor, for scarcely a look, act, or word of mine has been without effect. At first I secluded myself that Gilbert might contrast our life with his and, believing us all and all to one another, find impotent regret his daily portion.

Peck's Bad Boy With the Cowboys--Hon. Geo. W. PeckSan Antonio, Texas.--My Dear Chum: Dad and I left Hot Springs because the man who kept the hotel where we stopped got prejudiced against me. I suppose I did carry the thing a little too far. You see dad has got into this breakfast food habit, and reads all the advertisements that describe new inventions of breakfast food, and he has got himself so worked up over the bran mash that he is losing appetite for anything substantial, and he is getting weak and nutty. Ma told me when I went away with dad that she wanted me to try my best to break dad of the breakfast food habit, and I promised to do it. Say, kid, if you ever expect to succeed in life, you have got to establish a reputation for keeping your promises.

Peeps at Many Lands: Japan--John FinnemoreWhen the play began every one paid close attention, for it was a great historical play, and the Japanese go to the theatre and take their children there in order to learn history. There are represented the old wars, the old feuds, the struggle of Daimio against Daimio--in short, the history of old Japan. When an actor gave pleasure, the audience flung their hats on the stage. These were collected by an attendant, and kept until the owners redeemed them by giving a present. For six hours O Hara San and Taro sat in their little box, laughing, shouting, eating, and drinking, while the play went on. Then it was over, for it was only a short play, at a cheap theatre. "Ah!" said their father, "when I was a boy we had real plays.

Pelle the Conqueror, CompleteThe complete (and rather large text), translated from the Danish by Bernard Miall and Jessie Muir.

Pelle the Conqueror, Vol. 1PART I--BOYHOOD.

Pelle the Conqueror, Vol. 2PART II.--APPRENTICESHIP

Pelle the Conqueror, Vol. 3PART III.--THE GREAT STRUGGLE

Pelle the Conqueror, Vol. 4PART IV.--DAYBREAK.

PENELOPE, By MarmontelPENELOPE: (in fright and distress)/ It's over with. Death surrounds him./ Today, Nesus alone could/ Save him, defend him, and Nesus is abandoning him! Ah! if there's still time, go, my darling Theone,/ Implore his support,

People of Africa--Edith A. HowNow we will think about the other two tribes who live in this country, but who are of quite a different race from the others. These little red and black Pigmy peoples do not have villages at all. They are all hunters, and each man wanders with his wife and children wherever he chooses. Then, near the village of some chief of another tribe, he collects grass and sticks, and builds a little house which is too small for an ordinary man to stand upright inside. The Pigmy people are not so dark-skinned as the other races of Central Africa, and they are very small, not so high as an ordinary man's shoulder.

Pepacton--John BurroughsFor the largest and finest chestnuts I had last fall I was indebted to the gray squirrels. Walking through the early October woods one day, I came upon a place where the ground was thickly strewn with very large unopened chestnut burrs. On examination, I found that every burr had been cut square off with about an inch of the stem adhering, and not one had been left on the tree. It was not accident, then, but design. Whose design? The squirrels'. The fruit was the finest I had ever seen in the woods, and some wise squirrel had marked it for his own. The burrs were ripe, and had just begun to divide, not "threefold," but fourfold, "to show the fruit within."

Perpetual Light--William Rose BenetOur shadows moved before us on the road./ The trees that watched us brooded dark and still,/ Streaked by the frost with phosphorescent gray./ Chill followed sharply on a gorgeous day/ Of winds, blown leaves, red bonfires. Faintly showed/ The mist-ringed moon above the pasture hill.

PERSEUS, By QUINAULTCEPHEUS: The Gods punish pride./ It's not grandeur that irritated heaven/ Abases when it wishes and reduces to ashes,/ But a prompt repentance/ Can stop the lightning bolt/ Ready to descend.

Personal Experience of a Physician--John EllisBut we know that pure alcohol cannot be used as a beverage, and therefore it is certain that these comparisons were simply as to the clearness of fermented wine after fermentation, and the purity of alcohol after being purified; and that they have nothing to do with the inherent quality of these fluids, or their ability to affect man when he drinks them. We had an earnest discussion of the question from our different standpoints, but neither of us was satisfied with the result; and, consequently, we adjourned the discussion of the subject until the next Sabbath afternoon.

Personal Experiences of S. O. SusagWhile this meeting was in progress Brother Tiffany Flint from Milwaukee came down and asked me to come and hold a two weeks' meeting for him, but I had no open dates. In those days I was, at times, booked ahead as many as forty-two meetings, so I had to refuse him. But he urged, "Won't you come just a few days?" So I promised to go for three nights. When I arrived he said, "I have something to tell you: I have three persons here needing spiritual help."

Personal Recollections--Charlotte ElizabethFull title: Personal Recollections Abridged, Chiefly in Parts Pertaining to Political and Other Controversies Prevalent at the Time in Great Britain

Phaenomenologie des Geistes--Georg Wilhelm Friedrich HegelDer eigentuemliche Gegenstand, gegen welchen die reine Einsicht die Kraft des Begriffes richtet, ist der Glauben, als die ihr in demselben Elemente gegenueberstehende Form des reinen Bewusstseins. Sie hat aber auch Beziehung auf die wirkliche Welt, denn sie ist wie jener die Rueckkehr aus derselben in das reine Bewusstsein. Es ist zuerst zu sehen, wie ihre Taetigkeit gegen die unlautern Absichten und verkehrten Einsichten derselben beschaffen ist.

Phantastes: A Faerie Romance Its height I could not distinctly see. As soon as I entered, I had the feeling so common to me in the woods, that there were others there besides myself, though I could see no one, and heard no sound to indicate a presence. Since my visit to the Church of Darkness, my power of seeing the fairies of the higher orders had gradually diminished, until it had almost ceased. But I could frequently believe in their presence while unable to see them. Still, although I had company, and doubtless of a safe kind, it seemed rather dreary to spend the night in an empty marble hall, however beautiful, especially as the moon was near the going down, and it would soon be dark. So I began at the place where I entered, and walked round the hall, looking for some door or passage that might lead me to a more hospitable chamber.

Philip Dru: Administrator--Edward Mandell HouseFirst published (anonymously) in 1912, this novel describes for the overthrow of the U.S. government in favor of a socialist regime. House was an advisor to Presdient Wilson.

Philip Gilbert Hamerton We were taken to the services in Doncaster old church, which was destroyed by fire many years afterwards. Though not yet in my teens, I had an intense delight in architecture, and deeply enjoyed the noble old building, one of the finest of its class in England. Our pew was in the west gallery, not far from the organ, and from it we had a good view of the interior. The effect of the music was very strong upon me, as the instrument was a fine one, and I was fully alive to the influence of music and architecture in combination. The two arts go together far better than architecture and painting; for music seems to make architecture alive, as it rolls along the aisles and under the lofty vaults.

Philistia--Grant AllenOf course the house was not vulgarly furnished, at least in the conventional sense of the word; Lady Le Breton was far too rigid in her social orthodoxy to have admitted into her rooms anything that savoured of what she considered bad form, according to her lights. It was only vulgar with the underlying vulgarity of mere tasteless fashionable uniformity. There was nothing in it that any well-bred footman could object to; nothing that anybody with one grain of genuine originality could possibly tolerate. The little occasional chairs and tables set casually about the room were of the strictest neglige Belgravian type, a sort of studied protest against the formal stiffness of the ordinary unused middle-class drawing-room.

Philosopher JackAlthough the fish was not caught, this little incident served to raise the spirits of every one, and as the calm sunny weather lasted the whole day, even the most thoughtful of the party found it difficult to realise their forlorn condition; but when evening drew near, the aspect of things quickly changed. The splendid ocean-mirror, which had reflected the golden crags and slopes, the towers and battlements of cloud-land, was shivered by a sudden breeze and became an opaque grey; the fair blue sky deepened to indigo; black and gathering clouds rose out of the horizon, and cold white crests gleamed on the darkening waves.

Pickle the SpyHe admits that he acted as a mouton, or prison spy, and gives a dreadful account of the horrors of Galbanon, where men lay in the dark and dirt for half a lifetime. Macallester next proses endlessly on the alleged Jesuit connection with Damien's attack on Lous XV., and insists that the Jesuits, nobody knows why, meant to assassinate Prince Charles. He was in very little danger from Jesuits!

Pirke Avot, Traditional Text 15. They each said three things. R. Eliezer said, "Let thy friend's honor be as dear to thee as thine own (37); be not easily excited to anger; and repent one day before thy death" (38). And (he further said), "Warm thyself by the fire of the wise, but beware of their glowing coals, lest thou be burnt, for their bite is the bite of the fox, and their sting is the scorpion's sting, and their hiss is the serpent's hiss, and all their words are like coals of fire" (39). 16. R. Joshua said, "The evil eye, the evil inclination (40), and hatred of his fellow-creatures (41), put a man out of the world."

Pirke Avot--Traditional TextShortened version, omits preface, etc.

Playful Poems--Henry MorleyIn ancient Chronicle I read:-/ About a King, as it must need,/ There was of Knights and of Squi�rs/ Great rout, and eke of Officers./ Some for a long time him had served,/ And thought that they had well deserved/ Advancement, but had gone without;/ And some also were of the Rout/

Plays of Shakspere--Delia BaconFull title: The Philosophy of the Plays of Shakspere Unfolded, preface by Hawthorne.

Poems 1817--John Keats What though, for showing truth to flatter'd state/ Kind Hunt was shut in prison, yet has he,/ In his immortal spirit, been as free/ As the sky-searching lark, and as elate./ Minion of grandeur! think you he did wait?/

Poems and Songs--Bjornstjerne BjornsonIt was such a lovely sunshine-day,/ The house and the yard couldn't hold me;/ I roved to the woods, on my back I lay,/ In cradle of fancy rolled me;/ But there were ants, and gnats that bite,/ The horse-fly was keen, the wasp showed fight./

Poems By Walt Whitman O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done!/ The ship has weathered every wrack, the prize we sought is won./ The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,/ While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring.

Poems Chiefly From Manuscript--John Clare "Now wenches listen, and let lovers lie, / Ye'll hear a story ye may profit by; / I'm your age treble, with some oddments to't, / And right from wrong can tell, if ye'll but do't: / Ye need not giggle underneath your hat, / Mine's no joke-matter, let me tell you that; /

Poems In Two Volumes, Vol. 1--William Wordsworth Stern Daughter of the Voice of God!/ O Duty! if that name thou love/ Who art a Light to guide, a Rod/ To check the erring, and reprove;/ Thou who art victory and law/ When empty terrors overawe/

Poems In Two Volumes, Vol. 2--William Wordsworth From Stirling Castle we had seen/ The mazy Forth unravell'd;/ Had trod the banks of Clyde, and Tay,/ And with the Tweed had travell'd;/ And, when we came to Clovenford,/ Then said my 'winsome Marrow',/

Poems of American Patriotism--Brander Matthews (Editor) Of her bold contempt of danger/ Greene and Lee's Brigades could tell,/ Every one knew "Captain Molly,"/ And the army loved her well./

Poems of ColeridgeHe kissed her forehead as he spake,/ And Geraldine in maiden wise/ Casting down her large bright eyes,/ With blushing cheek and courtesy fine/ She turned her from Sir Leoline;/ Softly gathering up her train,/ That o'er her right arm fell again;/

Poems of OptimismSaid the Kaiser's god to the god of the Czar:/ 'Hark, hark, how my people pray./ Their faith, methinks, is greater by far/ Than all the faiths of the others are;/ They know I will help them slay.'/

Poems of Paul Verlaine Exquisite triflers and deceivers rare,/ Tender of heart, but little tied by vows,/ Deliciously we dally 'neath the boughs,/ And playfully the lovers plague the fair. /

Poems of PowerThe Queen is taking a drive to-day,/ They have hung with purple the carriage-way,/ They have dressed with purple the royal track/ Where the Queen goes forth and never comes back.

Poems of PurposeI saw the unloved and unhappy old, waiting for slow delinquent death to come;/ Pale little children toiling for the rich, in rooms where sunlight is ashamed to go;/ The awful almshouse, where the living dead rot slowly in their hideous open graves./ And there were shameful things./

Poems of SentimentI want more lives in which to love/ This world so full of beauty,/ I want more days to use the ways/ I know of doing duty;/ I ask no greater joy than this/ (So much I am life's lover),/ When I reach age to turn the page/ And read the story over./ (O love, stay near!)/

Poems of the Heart and Home--Mrs. J.C. YuleO throbbing heart, be still!/ Canst thou not bear/ The heavy dash of Memory's troubled tide,/ Long sternly pent, but broken forth again,/ Sweeping all barriers ruthlessly aside,/ And leaving desolation in its train/ Where all was fair?

Poems, 1799--Robert SoutheyHark--how the church-bells thundering harmony/ Stuns the glad ear! tidings of joy have come,/ Good tidings of great joy! two gallant ships/ Met on the element,--they met, they fought/ A desperate fight!--good tidings of great joy!/ Old England triumphed! yet another day/ Of glory for the ruler of the waves!

Poems--Madison CaweinO Maytime woods! O Maytime lanes and hours!/ And stars, that knew how often there at night/ Beside the path, where woodbine odors blew/ Between the drowsy eyelids of the dusk,--/ When, like a great, white, pearly moth, the moon

Poems--Robert SoutheyHigh in the air expos'd the Slave is hung/ To all the birds of Heaven, their living food!/ He groans not, tho' awaked by that fierce Sun/ New torturers live to drink their parent blood!/ He groans not, tho' the gorging Vulture tear/ The quivering fibre! hither gaze O ye

Poems--Victor HugoI, should unhallowed Pleasure woo me now,/ Will to the wanton sorc'ress say, "Begone!/ Respect the cypress on my mournful brow,/ Lost Happiness hath left regret--but thou/ Leavest remorse, alone."

Poets of the South--F.V.N. Painter Poe occupies a peculiar place in American literature. He has been called our most interesting literary man. He stands alone for his intellectual brilliancy and his lamentable failure to use it wisely. No one can read his works intelligently without being impressed with his extraordinary ability. Whether poetry, criticism, or fiction, he shows extraordinary power in them all. But the moral element in life is the most important, and in this Poe was lacking. With him truth was not the first necessity. He allowed his judgment to be warped by friendship, and apparently sacrificed sincerity to the vulgar desire of gaining popular applause.

Polyeucte--Pierre CorneillePOLY./ Ah, how my heart quails at that single word!/ Thee, Felix, I o'ercame within my cell,/ Laughed at thy threats if death and torture fell;/ Yet hast thou still one arm to rouse my fears,/ The rest I scorn, but dread thy daughter's tears!/ One only talisman remains; great God, 'tis mine,/ Sufficient for my every need His strength divine!/

Poor WhiteHugh arose and stood in the moonlight in the cabbage field, his arms still going stiffly up and down. The great length of his figure and his arms was accentuated by the wavering uncertain light. The laborers, aware of some strange presence, sprang to their feet and stood listening and looking. Hugh advanced toward them, still muttering words and waving his arms. Terror took hold of the workers. One of the woman plant droppers screamed and ran away across the field, and the others ran crying at her heels. "Don't do it. Go away," the older of the French boys shouted, and then he with his brothers also ran.

Post Haste---R.M. BallantyneSo it ever is with mankind. People make mistakes, or are guilty of carelessness, and straightway they lay the blame -- not only without but against reason -- on broader shoulders than their own. That wonderful and almost perfect British Post-Office delivers quickly, safely, and in good condition above fourteen hundred millions of letters etc. in the year, but some half-dozen letters, addressed to Messrs. Blurt and Co., have gone a-missing, -- therefore the Post-Office is to blame!

Practical Argumentation--George K. PatteeIn college debate, though not frequently elsewhere, the issues as a rule are immediately followed by a series of statements that show how each issue is to be answered. These statements constitute what is known as the partition. When a partition is made, each statement becomes a main point to be established by proof in the discussion. The following portion of a student's argument contains both the issues and the partition:--

Precious Bane--Mary WebbIt suited me, the quiet and the melancholy, for I was sad and quiet too. He that I loved was hurt, and I couldna get to him. There he lay, as weak as a babe, and only Missis Callard to tend him. I forgot that she, having six, was well knowledged in tending helpless folk, for it is the way of lovers to think that none can bless or succour their love but their own selves. And there is a touch of truth in it, maybe more than a touch. We went on and on, through country that was neither hilly nor flat, in a night neither dark nor gleamy, feeling neither glad nor sorry. I thought we were like people bound for some place beyond the world that was neither hell nor heaven.

PREGNANT WITH VIRTUE By T. GueulleteCASSANDRE: What? Is it because you notice that my daughter is pregnant that you would like to break it off?

PREPARATIVE TOWARD NATURAL AND EXPERIMENTAL HISTORYIn the history which I require and design, special care is to be taken that it be of wide range and made to the measure of the universe. For the world is not to be narrowed till it will go into the understanding (which has been done hitherto), but the understanding to be expanded and opened till it can take in the image of the world as it is in fact. For that fashion of taking few things into account, and pronouncing with reference to a few things, has been the ruin of everything. To resume then the divisions of natural history which I made just now --viz., that it is a history of generations, Pretergenerations, and arts --I divide the history of generations into five parts.

Prepare and Serve a Meal--Lillian B. LansdownFull title: HOW TO PREPARE AND SERVE A MEAL AND INTERIOR DECORATION

Princess Maritza--Percy Brebner"There are stirring times at hand," she went on; "times in which men may strive and win. His majesty, the King, is fettered, politically bound, by conflicting interests, watched, carefully nursed by this Power and by that. He is unable to move as his people would have him. It is for me to act for him in this matter, secretly until the appointed hour strikes. Remember, Captain Ellerey, I am Queen as his Majesty is King, with equal rights, not as consort merely. Your sword is pledged to me as to the King. Therefore I can demand your service. I prefer to ask it."

Princess Polly's Gay Winter--Amy Brooks"Sit down on this wall, and I'll tell you a story. I'll come over to your house some day this week, but now listen, while we sit here. It's a story I read yesterday, 'bout a house that had a secret closet, and ours has one, do you hear?" She leaned forward and pointed her ringer, first at Polly, then at Rose.

Prisoner for Blasphemy--G. W. [George William] Foote It is a curious thing that such a fervid champion of religion should always attack unbelievers with private circulars. Yet this is the policy that Henry Varley has always pursued. He is a religious bravo, who lurks in the dark, and strikes at Freethinkers with a poisoned dagger. More than once he has flooded Northampton with the foulest libels on Mr. Bradlaugh, invariably issued without the printer's name, in open violation of the law. He is liable for a fine of five pounds for every copy circulated, but the action must be initiated by the Attorney-General, and our Christian Government refuses to punish when the offence is committed by one of their own creed, and the sufferer is only an Atheist.

Prisoners--Mary Cholmondeley"I said good-bye to him in the garden, and then the garden was surrounded because they were looking for the murderer of the marchese, and Michael could not get out. And he was afraid of being seen, for fear of compromising me. So he hid behind the screen in my room. And then--you know the rest--the police came in and searched my rooms, and Michael came out and confessed to the murder, and said I had let him hide in my room. It was the only thing to do to save my reputation, and he did it."

Problem of Convict No. 97--Jacques FutrelleThe warden came to his feet suddenly. There was something in the tone which startled him; but the momentary shock was followed instantly by a little nervous laugh. No man knew better than he that Convict 97 was still there, yet to please this whimsical visitor he lighted his dark lantern and went out. He was gone only a couple of minutes, and when he returned there was a queer expression on his face--almost an awed expression.

Problem of the Cross Mark--Jacques Futrelle"There in front of me was Hallman, with a grief stricken expression on his face which made all my art seem amateurish. There was another man there too (not Frank), and a woman who seemed to be about forty years old. I couldn't see their faces--I wouldn't even be able to suggest a description of them, because the room was almost dark. Just the faintest flicker of light came through the drawn curtains; but I could see Hallman's devilish face all right. These three conversed together in low tones--sick room voices--but I couldn't hear, and doubt if I could have followed their conversation if I had heard.

Problem of the Crystal Gazer--Jacques Futrelle A sudden numb chilliness seized him but he closed his teeth hard and gazed on. The outlines of the crystal were disappearing, now they were gone and he saw more. A door opened and a man entered the room into which he was looking. Varick gave a little gasp as he recognized the man. It was--himself. He watched the man--himself--as he moved about the study aimlessly for a time as if deeply troubled, then as he dropped into a chair at the desk. Varick read clearly on the vision-face those emotions which he was suffering in person.

Problem of the Deserted House--Jacques Futrelle Without an instant's hesitation he ran down the steps to the basement entrance in an areaway. There was no bell there, and he tried the knob tentatively. It turned, and he stepped into a damp, smelly hallway, unrelieved by one glint of light. He closed the door noiselessly behind him, and stood for a little while listening. Then he did peculiar thing. He produced a small electric pocket lamp, and holding it as far to the left as he could reach, with the lens pointing ahead of him, pressed the button. A single white ray cleft the darkness, revealing a bare, littered floor, moldy walls, a couple of doors, and stairs leading up.

Problem of the Ghost Woman--Jacques Futrelle "Then I found the first real puzzle," Mills went on. "I opened the box and counted the money. Instead of any of it being missing, there was more there than there was when I put the box in the desk. Where there had been only nine hundred dollars, verified by the paying teller and myself, there was now nine hundred and ten dollars-an extra ten-dollar bill." (from Futrelle.com)

Problem of the Green Eyed Monster--Jacques Futrelle Mr. van Safford didn't answer her; rudely enough he hung up the telephone and left the club with a face like marble. When finally he stopped walking he was opposite his own house. For a minute he stood looking at it much as if he had never seen it before, then he turned and went back to the club. There was something of fright, of horror even, in his white face when he entered.

Problem of the Hidden Million--Jacques Futrelle "One mind may read another mind," said The Thinking Machine, "when there is some external thing upon which there can come concentration as a unit. In other words, when we have a given number the logical brain can construct either backward or forward. There are so many thousands of ways in which your grandfather could have disposed of this money, that the task becomes tremendous in view of the fact that we have no starting point. It is a case for patience, rather than any other quality; therefore, for greater speed, we must proceed psychologically. The question then becomes, not one of where the money is hidden, but one of where that sort of man would hide it.

Problem of the Interrupted Wireless--Jacques Futrelle "I even went so far as to draw the knife out of the wound, with the purpose of flinging it overboard," the first officer continued slowly; "then my senses came back. I knew my duty again. I replaced the knife in the wound, precisely as I found it, and called you. You are a severe man, but you're a just man, John Deihl, and you know I am not the man to stab another in the back; you know, John Deihl, that fourteen years with me as shipmate and fellow officer has never shown you a weak spot in my courage; you know me, John Deihl and I know you." The voice dropped suddenly. "That's all."

Problem of the Knotted Cord--Jacques Futrelle The Thinking Machine sat for a long time with the squint blue eyes turned upward, and his white slender fingers pressed tip to tip. Minute wrinkles in his enormous brow grew momentarily deeper. "It's a remarkable crime, Mr. Hatch," he said at last, "perhaps the most remarkable that I have ever met. As you say, the youth of the child removes all the ordinary motives." He was silent for a moment. "Our greatest criminals are never caught, and rarely ever heard of, Mr. Hatch," he went on musingly. "The greatest crimes are never discovered, as a matter of fact. One might readily conceive of a brain so keen, so accurate, that in, say, a murder, there would be nothing to indicate one. I think perhaps in this case we have a difficult one. It would be best for me to see and talk with Mr. Barrett in person."

Problems in American Democracy--Thames Ross Williamson40. NO GOVERNMENT IS PERFECT.--All government is a compromise, in that it is adopted or created for the purpose of harmonizing the interests of the individual with the interests of the group. The types of government are numerous, varying with the character of the group, and with the particular conditions under which it exists. But we know of no government which is perfect: all have shortcomings, some very serious, others less so. There is nothing to be gained, therefore, by debating whether or not American government is imperfect.

Project Mercury - A ChronologyMercury-Redstone 3 (MR-3), designated the Freedom 7, the first Mercury manned suborbital flight, was launched from Cape Canaveral, with astronaut Alan Shepard as the pilot. (See fig. 51.) The Redstone booster performed well during the boosted phase, although there were some vibrations, and cutoff was well within specified limits. After separation, Shepard exercised manual control of the spacecraft in the fly-by-wire and manual proportional modes. The attitude control system operated well, with few thruster fuel leaks. Reentry and landing were accomplished without any difficulty.

Prose Idylls--Charles KingsleyI am called upon now-a-days to worship, as my better, my teacher. Shall I, the son of Odin and Thor, worship Hrymir the frost giant, and his cows the waterfalls? Shall I bow down to the stock of a stone? My better? I have done an honest thing or two in my life, but I never saw a mountain do one yet. As for his superiority to me, in what does it consist? His strength? If he be stronger than I, let him cut stones out of my ribs, as I can out of his. His size? Am I to respect a mountain the more for being 10,000 feet high? As well ask me to respect Daniel Lambert for weighing five-and-twenty stone. His cunning construction?

Proserpine and Midas--Mary ShelleyPros. Ino, you knew erewhile a River-God,/ Who loved you well and did you oft entice/ To his transparent waves and flower-strewn banks./ He loved high poesy and wove sweet sounds,/ And would sing to you as you sat reclined/

Prosopopoia: Or Mother Hubberds Tale--Edmund Spenser'Surely (said th' Ape) it likes me wondrous well;/ And would ye not poore fellowship expell,/ My selfe would offer you t' accompanie/ In this adventures chauncefull jeopardie:/ For to wexe olde at home in idlenesse/

Prue and I--George William Curtis But there is something pleasanter to contemplate during these quiet strolls of mine, than the men who are going to dine out, and that is, the women. They roll in carriages to the happy houses which they shall honor, and I strain my eyes in at the carriage window to see their cheerful faces as they pass. I have already dined; upon beef and cabbage, probably, if it is boiled day. I I am not expected at the table to which Aurelia is hastening, yet no guest there shall enjoy more than I enjoy,--nor so much, if he considers the meats the best part of the dinner. The beauty of the beautiful Aurelia I see and worship as she drives by.

Psmith in the City'Physically,' said Psmith, 'no. Spiritually much. Do you realize, Comrade Jackson, the thing that has happened? I am riding in a tram. I, Psmith, have paid a penny for a ticket on a tram. If this should get about the clubs! I tell you, Comrade Jackson, no such crisis has ever occurred before in the course of my career.'

PsycheNote: TRANSLATED INTO ENGLISH PROSE. WITH SHORT INTRODUCTIONS AND EXPLANATORY NOTES

Ptomaine Street--Carolyn WellsShe circled the outskirts of the town, and noted the massive and imposing gateways to the great estates. She knew the grandeur inside, she had been there. Cubist landscapes, some of them, others were Russian steppes, and in one instance a magnate was having the ruins of an Egyptian temple excavated on his grounds, which he had previously with difficulty and at great expense had buried there.

Public Opinion--Walter LippmannIn some measure, stimuli from the outside, especially when they are printed or spoken words, evoke some part of a system of stereotypes, so that the actual sensation and the preconception occupy consciousness at the same time. The two are blended, much as if we looked at red through blue glasses and saw green. If what we are looking at corresponds successfully with what we anticipated, the stereotype is reinforced for the future, as it is in a man who knows in advance that the Japanese are cunning and has the bad luck to run across two dishonest Japanese.

Punch, 1917.07.04, Vol. 153, Issue No. 1 Reporting on a Glasgow subway railway accident, Colonel PRINGLE advises that "the use of ambiguous phraseology on telephones should not be permitted." Abbreviations now dear to the London subscriber, such as "Grrrrrrr-kuk-kuk-kuk-bbbzzzzz--are you--ping! phut! grrrrr!" etc., etc., will no longer be allowed.

Purgatory--Mary Anne Madden SadlierFull title: PURGATORY: Doctrinal, Historical and Poetical,

Qatar, a country studyThe amir is also obliged to rule in accordance with Islamic precepts, which include fairness, honesty, generosity, and mutual respect. Islamic religious and ethical values are applicable to both the ruler's personal life and his rule. Thus, the ruler must retain the support of the religious community, which often asserts itself in such areas as media censorship, education regulations, and the status of women.

Quaint Gleanings from Ancient Poetry--Edmund GoldsmidAh! the shepherd's mournful fate!/ When doom'd to love, and doom'd to languish,/ To bear the scornful fair one's hate,/ Nor dare disclose his anguish./

Queen Lucia--E. F. BensonIt might be thought that even such activities as have here been indicated would be enough to occupy anyone so busily that he would positively not have time for more, but such was far from being the case with Mrs Lucas. Just as the painter Rubens amused himself with being the ambassador to the Court of St. James--a sufficient career in itself for most busy men--so Mrs Lucas amused herself, in the intervals of her pursuit of Art for Art's sake, with being not only an ambassador but a monarch.

Queen Victoria, Her Girlhood And Womanhood--Grace GreenwoodShe quietly persevered in the "progresses" which annoyed the irascible and unreasonable old King, even visiting the Isle of Wight, though the royal big guns were forbidden to "pop" at sight of the royal standard, which waved over her, and the young hope of England. Perhaps recollections of those pleasant visits with her mother at Norris Castle have helped to render so dear the Queen's own beautiful sea-side home, Osborne House. I remember a pretty little story, told by a tourist, who happened to be stopping at the village of Brading during one of those visits to the lovely island.

R.U.R.--Karel CapekAKA Rossum's Universal Robots (first use of the term "robot" in any language). Play translated by Paul Selver and Nigel Playfair.

Racketty-Packetty House"It's the nurse rolling up the arm-chair before the house to hide it, so that it won't disgrace the castle. Hooray! Hooray! If they don't see us they will forget all about us and we shall not be burned up at all. Our nice old Racketty-Packetty House will be left alone and we can enjoy ourselves more than ever--because we sha'n't be bothered with Cynthia--Hello! let's all join hands and have a dance."

Rameau's Nephew, Diderot--translated by Ian JohnstonHIM: Rameau, Rameau, people didn't accept you for your common sense! The idiocy of having had a little taste, a little intelligence, a little reason. Rameau, my friend, this will teach you to remain the man God made you, the man your patrons wanted you to be. So they grabbed you by the scruff of the neck, marched you to the door, and said: "Imposter, get out. And don't come back. I believe it wants to have some sense, some reason! Beat it. We have these qualities to spare." You went off biting your nails.

Rape Upon RapeFull title: Rape upon Rape; OR, THE JUSTICE Caught in his own TRAP. A COMEDY.

Recollections Of My Childhood And Youth--George Brandes I was sincerely attached to the two sisters, and felt myself at ease in their house, although the conversation there was chiefly carried on in a language of which I understood but little, since French was spoken only on my account. The only shadow over my pleasure at spending my evenings in the Rue Valois du Roule was the fact that this necessitated my missing some acts at the Theatre Francais, for which the Danish Minister, through the Embassy, had procured me a free pass. Certainly no Dane was ever made so happy by the favour.

Red Fleece--Will Levington ComfortHe couldn't keep off the reality long. In every direction the murderous army--no song, no laugh, no human nature, no love, no work, but death. He was imprisoned. And somewhere near or far in the midst of such a chaos, was Berthe Wyndham. Could she live in this?.... Peter was suicidal, very close to that, a new thing to him. Queerly he realized that death would be easy for himself, simple, acceptable. For there was no escape. They would not let him go. There was no place that one could go out of the army. Not even the dead go back.... It would not be fair to her.

Reflections and Comments 1865-1895--Edwin Lawrence Godkin Mr. Froude's attempt to secure from the American public a favorable judgment on the dealings of England with Ireland has had one good result--though we fear only one--in leading to a little closer examination of the real state of American opinion about Irish grievances than it has yet received. He will go back to England with the knowledge--which he evidently did not possess when he came here--that the great body of intelligent Americans care very little about the history of "the six hundred years of wrong," and know even less than they care, and could not be induced, except by a land-grant, or a bounty, or a drawback, to acquaint themselves with it; that those of them who have ever tried to form an opinion on the Anglo-Irish controversy have hardly ever got farther than a loose notion that England had most likely behaved like a bully all through, but that her victim was beyond all question an obstreperous and irreclaimable ruffian, whose ill-treatment must be severely condemned by the moralist, but over whom no sensible man can be expected to weep or sympathize.

Reincarnation--Swami AbhedanandaThe explanation of the theologians, that the spiritual nature has been superadded to the animal nature by some extra-cosmic spiritual agency is not scientific, nor does it appeal to our reason. Now let us see what Vedanta has to say on this point. Vedanta accepts evolution and admits the laws of variation and natural selection, but goes a step beyond modern science by explaining the cause of that "tendency to vary." It says, "there is nothing in the end which was not also in the beginning." It is a law which governs the process of evolution as well as the law of causation.

Remarks--Bill Nye So we see that Poe did a great work aside from what he wrote. He opened up a way for these men which eradicated them, and made life more desirable for those who remained. He made it easy for those who thought genius and inebriation were synonymous terms to get to the hospital early in the day, while the overworked waste-basket might secure a few hours of much needed rest.

Reminiscences of Samuel Taylor Coleridge and Robert Southey--Joseph Cottle My dear Cottle, ... Public affairs are in strange confusion. I am afraid that I shall prove, at least, as good a Prophet as Bard. Oh, doom'd to fall, my country! enslaved and vile! But may God make me a foreboder of evils never to come! I have heard from Sheridan, desiring me to write a tragedy. I have no genius that way; Robert Southey has. I think highly of his 'Joan of Arc' and cannot help prophesying, that he will be known to posterity, as Shakspeare's great grandson. I think he will write a tragedy or tragedies.

Rest Harrow--Maurice Hewlett He told young Glyde that he had reached this transcendental eyrie of his by painful degrees. No person of Sanchia's acquaintance had suffered more than he by her desperate affair. He had been her first lover, and her only confidant, for she had been what one calls a "difficult" girl, who gave out nothing and had no friends. Her sisters knew very little about her, her mother nothing. It had been Senhouse who had called up the spirit that was in her--that extraordinary candour of vision which shrank from the judgment of nothing in heaven or earth "upon the merits."

Revenge!--Robert BarrDruce had small, shifty piercing eyes that peered out from under his grey bushy eyebrows like two steel sparks. He never seemed to be looking directly at any one, and his eyes somehow gave you the idea that they were trying to glance back over his shoulder, as if he feared pursuit. Some said that old Druce was in constant terror of assassination, while others held that he knew the devil was on his track and would ultimately nab him.

Revolt of Netherlands, V1A state constituted like this could act and endure with gigantic energy whenever pressing emergencies called forth its powers and a skilful and provident administration elicited its resources. Charles V. bequeathed to his successor an authority in these provinces little inferior to that of a limited monarchy. The prerogative of the crown had gained a visible ascendancy over the republican spirit, and that complicated machine could now be set in motion, almost as certainly and rapidly as the most absolutely governed nation. The numerous nobility, formerly so powerful, cheerfully accompanied their sovereign in his wars, or, on the civil changes of the state, courted the approving smile of royality.

Revolt of Netherlands, V2The example and success of Antwerp gave the signal of opposition to all the other towns for which a new bishop was intended. It is a remarkable proof of the hatred to the Inquisition and the unanimity of the Flemish towns at this date that they preferred to renounce all the advantages which the residence of a bishop would necessarily bring to their local trade rather than by their consent promote that abhorred tribunal, and thus act in opposition to the interests of the whole nation.

Revolt of Netherlands, V3Venting their long suppressed indignation, they indulged in bitter complaints against the court and against the government. "But lately," said the Prince of Orange, "the king sent forty thousand gold florins to the Queen of Scotland to support her in her undertakings against England, and he allows his Netherlands to be burdened with debt. Not to mention the unseasonableness of this subsidy and its fruitless expenditure, why should he bring upon us the resentment of a queen, who is both so important to us as a friend and as an enemy so much to be dreaded?"

Revolt of Netherlands, V4During the progress of the trial the relations and friends of the two counts were not idle. Egmont's wife, by birth a duchess of Bavaria, addressed petitions to the princes of the German empire, to the Emperor, and to the King of Spain. The Countess Horn, mother of the imprisoned count, who was connected by the ties of friendship or of blood with the principal royal families of Germany, did the same. All alike protested loudly against this illegal proceeding, and appealed to the liberty of the German empire, on which Horn, as a count of the empire, had special claims; the liberty of the Netherlands and the privileges of the Order of the Golden Fleece were likewise insisted upon.

Revolutionary Heroes, And Other Historical Papers--James Parton Mr. Adams relates an amusing story of his sleeping one night with Doctor Franklin, when they were on their way to hold their celebrated conference with Lord Howe on Staten Island. It was at Brunswick, in New Jersey, where the tavern was so crowded that two of the commissioners were put into one room, which was little larger than the bed, and which had no chimney and but one small window. The window was open when the two members went up to bed, which Mr. Adams seeing, and being afraid of the night air, shut it close.

Revolutions of Time--Jonathan DunnTime flows in a circular motion, repeating itself in "seasons" much like a year on earth, each one with the same general events. Because of this, the geological record shows not the immediate past, but the events of the last "season" or age, making the fossils and formations show what will happen rather than what has happened. Jehu is transported to the end of his age by the mysterious Lord of the Past, and finds himself caught in the middle of a society at war over how to divert the Big Bang that their science foretells. What follows is, as they say, history." (from the text at e-novel.org)

Riceyman StepsUnpacking her trunk, she moved about, walked, stooped, knelt, rose, opened drawers, shut drawers, with the magnificent movements of a richly developed and powerful body. The expression on her mild face and in her dark-blue eyes, denoted a sweet, unconscious resignation. No egotism in those features! No instinct to fight for her rights and to get all she could out of the universe! No apprehension of injustice! No resentment against injustice! No glimmer of realization that she was the salt of the earth!

Richard Dare's VentureWith such a load it was no easy matter climbing over the seats to the door. Yet the feat was accomplished, and two minutes later, with an exclamation of relief, Richard pitched his baggage to the bank beside the track, and sprang to the solid ground.

Richard of Jamestown--James OtisIt seems, so the seaman said, that Captain John Martin was the one who made the charges against my master, on the night after we set sail from Martinique, when all the chief men of the company were met in the great cabin, and he declared that, when it was possible to do so, meaning after we had come to the land of Virginia, witnesses should be brought from the other ships to prove the wicked intent. Then it was that Captain George Kendall declared my master must be kept a close prisoner until the matter could be disposed of, and all the others, save Captain Bartholomew Gosnold, agreeing, heavy irons were put upon him.

Right Royal--John MasefieldNow that was strange; and, what was stranger, this./ I know he tried to say those words of his,/ 'It is my day'; and Harding turned to me,/ 'It is his day to-day, that's plain to see.'/ Right Royal nuzzled at me as he spoke./

Rivers of Ice--R.M. BallantyneThe crevasse in question was a new one, and it was Antoine's first ascent of Mont Blanc for that year, so that he had to explore for a passage just as if he had never been there before. The party turned to the left and marched along the edge of the chasm some distance, but no bridge could be found. The ice became more broken up, smaller crevasses intersected the large one, and at last a place was reached where the chaos of dislocation rendered further advance impossible.

Rivers of Ice--R.M. BallantyneThey crouched beside a piece of ice, and the chamois advanced, until its pretty form became recognisable by the naked eye. Its motions, however, were irregular. It was evidently timid. Sometimes it came on at full gallop, then paused to look, and uttered a loud piping sound, advancing a few paces with caution, and pausing to gaze again. Le Croix replied with an imitative whistle to its call. It immediately bounded forward with pleasure, but soon again hesitated, and stopped.

Robinson Crusoe In Words of One Syllable--Mary Godolphin I had still some fear lest I should be caught by the Moors, so I would not go on shore in the day time. But when it grew dark we made our way to the coast, and came to the mouth of a stream, from which we thought we could swim to land, and then look round us. But as soon as it was quite dark we heard strange sounds-- barks, roars, grunts, and howls. The poor lad said he could not go on shore till dawn. "Well," said I, "then we must give it up, but it may be that in the day time we shall be seen by men, who for all we know would do us more harm than wild beasts." "Then we give them the shoot gun," said Xury with a laugh, "and make them run away." I was glad to see so much mirth in the boy, and gave him some bread and rice.

Roemische Elegien--Johann Wolfgang von GoetheHoerest du, Liebchen, das muntre Geschrei den Flaminischen Weg her?/ Schnitter sind es; sie ziehn wieder nach Hause zurueck,/ Weit hinweg. Sie haben des Roemers Ernte vollendet,/ Der fuer Ceres den Kranz selber zu flechten verschmaeht./ Keine Feste sind mehr der grossen Goettin gewidmet,/ Die, statt Eicheln, zur Kost goldenen Weizen verlieh./

ROLAND: A tragedy--QuinaultROLAND: (alone) I am betrayed! Who could have believed it?/ O heaven! I am betrayed by the beautiful ingrate/ For whom love made me betray my glory./ O sweet hope with which I was enchanted,/ In what abyss have you hurled me?/ Witnesses of an odious passion,/ You have too greatly wounded my eyes./

Roman Holidays and Others--W. D. HowellsMy visit to the Roman Forum when the Genius Loci verified to my ignorance and the intelligence of my companions the well-conjectured site of the Temple of Jupiter Stator was not the first nor yet the second visit I had paid the place. There had been intermediate mornings when I met two friends there, indefinitely more instructed, with whom I sauntered from point to point, preying upon their knowledge for my emotion concerning each. Information is an excellent thing--in others; and but for these friends I should not now be able to say that this mouldering heap of brickwork, rather than that, was Julius Caesar's house; or just where it was that Antony made his oration over the waxen effigy which served him for Caesar's body.

Romania, a country studyWalachia and Moldavia remained isolated and primitive for many years after their founding. Education, for example, was nonexistent, and religion was poorly organized. Except for a rare market center, there were no significant towns and little circulation of money. In time, however, commerce developed between the lands of the Mediterranean and the Black Sea region. Merchants from Genoa and Venice founded trading centers along the coast of the Black Sea where Tatars, Germans, Greeks, Jews, Poles, Ragusans, and Armenians exchanged goods. Walachians and Moldavians, however, remained mainly agricultural people.

ROSANNAThis intelligence did not immediately produce the pleasing change of countenance which might have been expected. Sir Hyacinth coldly replied, he could not spare Stafford at present, and drove on. The genius of gossiping, according to her usual custom, had exaggerated considerably in her report. Stafford was attached to Rose, but had never yet told her so; and as to Rose, we might perhaps have known all her mind, if Sir Hyacinth's gig had not appeared just as she was seated on her father's knee, and going to tell him her reasons for wishing to go to the ball.

Rose and Roof-Tree--George Parsons Lathrop Then, the slow and pleasant murmur/ Of its subsiding,/ As the pulse of the storm beats firmer,/ And the steady rain/ Drops into a cadenced chiding./ Deep-breathing rain,/ The sad and ghostly noise/

Rosy--Mrs. Molesworth"Perhaps so, ma'am. I wasn't thinking so much of her healthfulness. With the care that was taken of her, she couldn't but be a fine child. But it's her feelin's, ma'am, that seems to be so changed. All her spirits, her lovely high spirits, gone! Why, this evening, that Martha--or whatever they call her--a' upsetting thing I call her--spoke to her that short about having left the nursery door open because Master Fixie chose to fancy he was cold, that I wonder any young lady would take it. And Miss Rosy, bless her, up she got and shut it as meek as meek, and 'I'm very sorry, Martha--I forgot,' she said. I couldn't believe my ears. I could have cried to see her so kept down like. And she's so quiet and so grave."

Roughing it in the Bush--Susanna MoodieNature has lavished all her grandest elements to form this astonishing panorama. There frowns the cloud-capped mountain, and below, the cataract foams and thunders; wood, and rock, and river combine to lend their aid in making the picture perfect, and worthy of its Divine Originator.

Round the World--Andrew CarnegieOne morning we drove to the burning ghat, and from personal examination of cremation, I am able to express my preference for Christian burial. The business of burning the dead--for in India it is a business like any other, and belongs to a low caste--is carried on in the most heartless manner. A building is erected upon the river-bank, about a hundred feet in length and twenty-five feet in width, and open on the side toward the river. The dead are brought there upon stretchers wrapped in a little cloth, and are first shaved by the attendants, who open the mouth and pour down a vial of the water of the sacred Ganges.

Roving East and Roving West--E.V. Lucas The returning traveller from India is besieged by questioners who want to know all about the most famous of the jugglers' performances. In this trick the magician flings a rope into the air, retaining one end in his hand, and his boy climbs up it and disappears. I did not see it.

Rudin At table everything went somehow wrong. Natalya, pale all over, could scarcely sit in her place and did not raise her eyes. Volintsev sat as usual next her, and from time to time began to talk in a constrained way to her. It happened that Pigasov was dining at Darya Mihailovna's that day. He talked more than any one at table. Among other things he began to maintain that men, like dogs, can be divided into the short-tailed and the long-tailed. People are short-tailed, he said, either from birth or through their own fault. The short-tailed are in a sorry plight; nothing succeeds with them--they have no confidence in themselves.

Rujub, the Juggler--G. A. Henty The horse swerved at the sight, and reared high in the air as Bathurst drove his spurs into it. As its feet touched the ground again, Bathurst sprang off and rushed at the tiger, and brought down the heavy lash of his whip with all his force across its head. With a fierce snarl it sprang back two paces, but again and again the whip descended upon it, and bewildered and amazed at the attack it turned swiftly and sprang through the bushes.

RUSTIC AMOURS, A Pastoral By FavartDAMON: What stupidity!/ Pain exceeds the pleasure./ With us the vainest beauty/ Answers to our first sigh,/ Pleasure exceeds the pain./ I intend to adorn her heart,/ To lead away the shepherdess;/

Ruth Fielding at Snow Camp--Alice EmersonFull title: RUTH FIELDING AT SNOW CAMP OR LOST IN THE BACKWOODS