THE WRECK OF THE GOLDEN MARYTHE WRECK OF THEGOLDEN MARYCharles Dickens1- Page 2-THE WRECK OF THE GOLDEN MARYTHE WRECKI was apprenticed to the Sea when I was twelve years old, and I haveencountered a great deal of rough weather, both literal and metaphorical. Ithas always been my opinion since I first possessed such a thing as anopinion, that the man who knows only one subject is next tiresome to the...　

Letters to His Son, 1766-71by The Earl of ChesterfieldLETTERS TO HIS SONBy the EARL OF CHESTERFIELDon the Fine Art of becoming aMAN OF THE WORLDand aGENTLEMANLETTER CCLXXXIVLONDON, February 11, 1766MY DEAR FRIEND: I received two days ago your letter of the 25th past;and your former, which you mention in it, but ten days ago; this mayeasily be accounted for from the badness of the weather, and consequently...　

The Golden AgeThe Golden AgeBy Kenneth Grahame1- Page 2-The Golden AgePROLOGUE: THE OLYMPIANSLooking back to those days of old, ere the gate shut behind me, I cansee now that to children with a proper equipment of parents these thingswould have worn a different aspect. But to those whose nearest wereaunts and uncles, a special attitude of mind may be allowed. They...　

THE WAYS OF MENTHE WAYS OF MENEliot Gregory1- Page 2-THE WAYS OF MENCHAPTER 1 - "UNCLE SAM"THE gentleman who graced the gubernatorial arm-chair of our statewhen this century was born happened to be an admirer of classic lore andthe sonorous names of antiquity.It is owing to his weakness in bestowing pompous cognomens on ourembryo towns and villages that to-day names like Utica, Syracuse, and...　

　work as a tribute to　Her Britannic Majesty,　Elizabeth II, to the people　of Her Crown Colony of　Hong Kong - and perdition to their enemies.　　　Of course this is a novel. It is peopled with imaginary persons and panies and no reference to any person or pany that was, or is, part of Hong Kong or Asia is intended.　I would also like to apologize at once to all Hong Kong yan - all Hong Kong persons - for rearranging their beautiful city, for taking incidents out of context, for inventing people and places and streets and panies and incidents that, hopefully, may appear to have existed but have ne　

How to Live on Twenty-Four Hours a Dayby Arnold BennettPREFACE TO THIS EDITIONThis preface, though placed at the beginning, as a preface must be,should be read at the end of the book.I have received a large amount of correspondence concerning thissmall work, and many reviews of itsome of them nearly as longas the book itselfhave been printed. But scarcely any of thecomment has been adverse. Some people have objected to afrivolity of tone; but as the tone is not, in my opinion, at allfrivolous, this objection did not impress me; and had no weightierreproach been put forward I might almost ha　

THE PEOPLE OF THE ABYSSTHE PEOPLE OF THEABYSSby Jack London1- Page 2-THE PEOPLE OF THE ABYSSThe chief priests and rulers cry:-"O Lord and Master, not ours the guilt, We build but as our fathersbuilt; Behold thine images how they stand Sovereign and sole through allour land."Our task is hardwith sword and flame, To hold thine earth forever...　

　A January gale was roaring up the Channel, blustering loudly, and bearing in its bosom rain squalls whose big drops rattled loudly on the tarpaulin clothing of those among the officers and men whose duties kept them on deck. So hard and so long had the gale blown that even in the sheltered waters of Spithead the battleship moved uneasily at her anchors, pitching a little in the choppy seas, and snubbing herself against the tautened cables with unexpected jerks. A shore boat was on its way out to her, propelled by oars in the hands of two sturdy women; it danced madly on the steep little wave　

SANCTUARYBUENOS AIRES/SAN FRANCISCO　Whenever Tori Nunn was bored, she went to Buenos Aires. Partly it was because Buenos Aires was a place she had never worked, so, essentially, no one knew her-what she had been. Partly, it was because in Buenos Aires, sitting beneath the natural awning of the jacarandas, their clattering shade striping her face, she could at last forget Greg. But perhaps more than anything else, she came to this inplete city because here she could begin again to define herself, as if now even her own shadow had bee unrecognizable.　Here, in Buenos Aires, inhabited by the port　

Maid Marianby Thomas Love PeacockCHAPTER INow come ye for peace here, or come ye for war? SCOTT."The abbot, in his alb arrayed," stood at the altar in the abbey-chapel of Rubygill, with all his plump, sleek, rosy friars, in goodly lines disposed, to solemnise the nuptials of the beautiful Matilda Fitzwater, daughter of the Baron of Arlingford, with the noble Robert Fitz-Ooth, Earl of Locksley and Huntingdon. The abbey of Rubygill stood in a picturesque valley, at a little distance from the western boundary of Sherwood Forest, in a spot which seemed adapted by nature to be the retreat of mon　

THE GREAT STONE FACEOne afternoon, when the sun was going down, a mother and herlittle boy sat at the door of their cottage, talking about theGreat Stone Face. They had but to lift their eyes, and there itwas plainly to be seen, though miles away, with the sunshinebrightening all its features.And what was the Great Stone Face?Embosomed amongst a family of lofty mountains, there was a valleyso spacious that it contained many thousand inhabitants. Some ofthese good people dwelt in log-huts, with the black forest allaround them, on the steep and difficult hill-sides. Others had...　

King Henry VI, Part 1King Henry VI, Part 1William Shakespeare1- Page 2-King Henry VI, Part 1ACT I.2- Page 3-King Henry VI, Part 1SCENE 1.Westminster AbbeyDead March. Enter the funeral of KING HENRY THE FIFTH,attended on by the DUKE OF BEDFORD, Regent of France, the DUKE...　

THE ENVIOUS NEIGHBOURLong, long ago an old couple lived in a village, and, as they hadno children to love and care for, they gave all their affectionto a little dog. He was a pretty little creature, and instead ofgrowing spoilt and disagreeable at not getting everything hewanted, as even children will do sometimes, the dog was gratefulto them for their kindness, and never left their side, whetherthey were in the house or out of it.One day the old man was working in his garden, with his dog, asusual, close by. The morning was hot, and at last he put downhis spade and wiped his wet forehead, 　

God The Invisible Kingby H. G. Wells [Herbert George Wells]CONTENTSPREFACE1. THE COSMOGONY OF MODERN RELIGION2. HERESIES; OR THE THINGS THAT GOD IS NOT3. THE LIKENESS OF GOD4. THE RELIGION OF ATHEISTS5. THE INVISIBLE KING6. MODERN IDEAS OF SIN AND DAMNATION7. THE IDEA OF A CHURCHTHE ENVOYPREFACEThis book sets out as forcibly and exactly as possible the religious belief of the writer. That belief is not orthodox Christianity; it is not, indeed, Christianity at all; its core nevertheless is a profound belief in a personal and intimate God. There is nothing in its statements that n　

1872FAIRY TALES OF HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSENTHE STORKSby Hans Christian AndersenON the last house in a little village the storks had built a nest,and the mother stork sat in it with her four young ones, who stretchedout their necks and pointed their black beaks, which had not yetturned red like those of the parent birds. A little way off, on theedge of the roof, stood the father stork, quite upright and stiff; notliking to be quite idle, he drew up one leg, and stood on the other,so still that it seemed almost as if he were carved in wood. "Itmust look very grand," thought he, "for my wife to h　

David Elginbrodby George MacDonaldAnd gladly wolde he lerne and gladly teche.CHAUCER.TO THE MEMORY OFLADY NOEL BYRON,THIS BOOK IS DEDICATED,WITH A LOVE STRONGER THAN DEATH.BOOK I.TURRIEPUFFIT.With him there was a Ploughman, was his brother.A trew?swinker, and a good was he,Living in peace and perfect charity.God loved he best with all his trew?heart,At all?tim閟, were it gain or smart,And then his neigh閎our right as himselve.CHAUCER.Prologue to the Canterbury Tales.CHAPTER I.THE FIR-WOOD.Of all the flowers in the mead,...