HIS DOGHIS DOGBy ALBERT PAYSON TERHUNE 19221- Page 2-HIS DOGCHAPTER I. The DerelictLink Ferris was a fighter. Not by nature, nor by choice, but to keepalive.His battleground covered an area of forty acresbroken, scrubby,uncertain side-hill acres, at that. In brief, a worked-out farm among the...
A Ramble Among the Hills.I USED frequently to amuse myself towards the close of the day, whenthe heat had subsided, with taking long rambles about theneighboring hills and the deep umbrageous valleys, accompanied by myhistoriographic squire, Mateo, to whose passion for gossiping I onsuch occasions gave the most unbounded license; and there was scarce arock, or ruin, or broken fountain, or lonely glen, about which hehad not some marvellous story; or, above all, some golden legend;for never was poor devil so munificent in dispensing hidden treasures....
Fifty "Bab" Ballads - Much Sound and Little SenseMuchSound and LittleSenseW. S. Gilbert1Fifty "Bab" Ballads - Much Sound and Little SenseFifty "Bab" Ballads - Much Sound and Little SenseTHE "BAB BALLADS" appeared originally in the columns of "FUN,"when that periodical was under the editorship of the late TOM HOOD.They were subsequently republished in two volumes, one called "THEBAB BALLADS," the other "MORE BAB BALLADS." The periodduring which they were written extended over some three or four years;many, however, were composed hastily, and under the discomforting...
Fantastic Fablesby Ambrose BierceContents:The Moral Principle and the Material InterestThe Crimson CandleThe Blotted Escutcheon and the Soiled ErmineThe Ingenious PatriotTwo KingsAn Officer and a ThugThe Conscientious OfficialHow Leisure CameThe Moral SentimentThe PoliticiansThe Thoughtful WardenThe Treasury and the ArmsThe Christian SerpentThe Broom of the TempleThe CriticsThe Foolish WomanFather and SonThe Discontented Malefactor...
FAIRY TALES OF HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSENTHE SNAIL AND THE ROSE-TREEby Hans Christian AndersenROUND about the garden ran a hedge of hazel-bushes; beyond thehedge were fields and meadows with cows and sheep; but in the middleof the garden stood a Rose-tree in bloom, under which sat a Snail,whose shell contained a great deal- that is, himself."Only wait till my time comes," he said; "I shall do more thangrow roses, bear nuts, or give milk, like the hazel-bush, the cows andthe sheep.""I expect a great deal from you," said the rose-tree. "May I ask...
THE GLASS MOUNTAIN[16][16] From the Polish. Kletke.Once upon a time there was a Glass Mountain at the top of whichstood a castle made of pure gold, and in front of the castlethere grew an apple-tree on which there were golden apples.Anyone who picked an apple gained admittance into the goldencastle, and there in a silver room sat an enchanted Princess ofsurpassing fairness and beauty. She was as rich too as she wasbeautiful, for the cellars of the castle were full of preciousstones, and great chests of the finest gold stood round the walls...
400 BCON THE ARTICULATIONSby Hippocratestranslated by Francis AdamsI am acquainted with one form in which the shoulder-joint isdislocated, namely, that into the armpit; I have never seen it takeplace upward nor outward; and yet I do not positively affirm whetherit might be dislocated in these directions or not, although I havesomething which I might say on this subject. But neither have I everseen what I considered to be a dislocation forward. Physicians,...
Shelley : AN ESSAYby Francis ThompsonThe Church, which was once the mother of poets no less than ofsaints, during the last two centuries has relinquished to aliens thechief glories of poetry, if the chief glories of holiness she haspreserved for her own. The palm and the laurel, Dominic and Dante,sanctity and song, grew together in her soil: she has retained thepalm, but forgone the laurel. Poetry in its widest sense, {1} andwhen not professedly irreligious, has been too much and too longamong many Catholics either misprised or distrusted; too much and...
End of the Tetherby Joseph ConradIFor a long time after the course of the steamer Sofalahad been altered for the land, the low swampy coast hadretained its appearance of a mere smudge of darknessbeyond a belt of glitter. The sunrays seemed to fallviolently upon the calm seaseemed to shatter them-selves upon an adamantine surface into sparkling dust,into a dazzling vapor of light that blinded the eye andwearied the brain with its unsteady brightness....
Novel Notesby Jerome K. JeromePROLOGUEYears ago, when I was very small, we lived in a great house in a long, straight, brown-coloured street, in the east end of London. It was a noisy, crowded street in the daytime; but a silent, lonesome street at night, when the gas-lights, few and far between, partook of the character of lighthouses rather than of illuminants, and the tramp, tramp of the policeman on his long beat seemed to be ever drawing nearer, or fading away, except for brief moments when the footsteps ceased, as he paused to rattle a door or window, or to flash his lantern into some d
Lectures XI, XII, and XIIISAINTLINESSThe last lecture left us in a state of expectancy. What may thepractical fruits for life have been, of such movingly happyconversions as those we heard of? With this question the reallyimportant part of our task opens, for you remember that we beganall this empirical inquiry not merely to open a curious chapterin the natural history of human consciousness, but rather toattain a spiritual judgment as to the total value and positivemeaning of all the religious trouble and happiness which we have...
The Virgin of the SunBy H. Rider HaggardDEDICATIONMy Dear Little,Some five-and-thirty years ago it was our custom to discuss manymatters, among them, I think, the history and romance of thevanished Empires of Central America.In memory of those far-off days will you accept a tale that dealswith one of them, that of the marvellous Incas of Peru; with thelegend also that, long before the Spanish Conquerors entered ontheir mission of robbery and ruin, there in that undiscovered landlived and died a White God risen from the sea?...
VOLUME ICHAPTER ILord Angelo is precise; Stands at a guard with envy; Scarce confesses That his blood flows, or that his appetite Is more to bread than stone. Measure for Measure.Scarcely had the Abbey Bell tolled for five minutes,and already was the Church of the Capuchins thronged with Auditors. Do not encourage the idea that the Crowd was assembled either from motives of piety or thirst of information. But very few were influenced by those reasons; and in a city where superstition reigns with such despotic sway as in Madrid, to seek for true devotion would be
The Evolution of Theology: An Anthropological Studyby Thomas Henry HuxleyI conceive that the origin, the growth, the decline, and thefall of those speculations respecting the existence, the powers,and the dispositions of beings analogous to men, but more orless devoid of corporeal qualities, which may be broadlyincluded under the head of theology, are phenomena the study ofwhich legitimately falls within the province of theanthropologist. And it is purely as a question of anthropology(a department of biology to which, at various times, I have...
Penguin Islandby Anatole FranceCONTENTSBOOK I. THE BEGINNINGSBOOK II. THE ANCIENT TIMESBOOK III. THE MIDDLE AGES AND THE RENAISSANCEBOOK IV. MODERN TIMES: TRINCOBOOK V. MODERN TIMES: CHATILLONBOOK VI. MODERN TIMESBOOK VII. MODERN TIMESBOOK VIII. FUTURE TIMESBOOK I. THE BEGINNINGSI. LIFE OF SAINT MAELMael, a scion of a royal family of Cambria, was sent in his ninth year to the Abbey of Yvern so that he might there study both sacred and profane learning. At the age of fourteen he renounced his patrimony and took a vow to serve the Lord. His time was divided, according to the rule, between the s
Poor and Proud, or The Fortunes of Katy Redburnby Oliver OpticA STORY FOR YOUNG FOLKSTO ALICE MARIE ADAMS, This Book IS AFFECTIONATELY DEDICATED BY HER FATHER.Poor and Proud.PREFACE.Bobby Bright and Harry West, whose histories were contained in the last two volumes of the "Library for Young Folks," were both smart boys. The author, very grateful for the genial welcome extended to these young gentlemen, begs leave to introduce to his juvenile friends a smart girl,Miss Katy Redburn, whose fortunes, he hopes, will prove sufficiently interesting to secure their attention....