The Boss and the Machine, A Chronicle of the Politicians and Party Organizationby Samuel P. OrthCONTENTSI. THE RISE OF THE PARTYII. THE RISE OF THE MACHINEIII. THE TIDE OF MATERIALISMIV. THE POLITICIAN AND THE CITYV. TAMMANY HALLVI. LESSER OLIGARCHIESVII. LEGISLATIVE OMNIPOTENCEVIII. THE NATIONAL HIERARCHYIX. THE AWAKENINGX. PARTY REFORMXI. THE EXPERT AT LASTBIBLIOGRAPHICAL NOTETHE BOSS AND THE MACHINECHAPTER I. THE RISE OF THE PARTYThe party system is an essential instrument of Democracy.Wherever government rests upon the popular will, there the party...
A DREAM OF ARMAGEDDONThe man with the white face entered the carriage at Rugby. Hemoved slowly in spite of the urgency of his porter, and even whilehe was still on the platform I noted how ill he seemed. He droppedinto the corner over against me with a sigh, made an incompleteattempt to arrange his travelling shawl, and became motionless,with his eyes staring vacantly. Presently he was moved by a senseof my observation, looked up at me, and put out a spiritless handfor his newspaper. Then he glanced again in my direction.I feigned to read. I feared I had unwittingly embarrassed...
Memoirs of the Comtesse du Barry With Minute Details of Her Entire Career as Favorite of Louis XV"Written by Herself"by Baron Etienne Leon Lamothe-LangonTABLE OF CONTENTSCHAPTER ILetter from LebelVisit from LebelNothing conclusiveAnother visit from LebelInvitation to sup with the kingInstructions of the comte Jean to the comtesseCHAPTER IIA slight prefaceArrival at VersaillesPortrait of the kingThe duc de RichelieuThe marquis de ChauvelinThe duc de la Vauguyon-Supper with the kingThe first nightThe following dayThe curiosity of comte JeanPresents from the kingHow disposed of...
Cyprus, as I Saw it in 1879by Sir Samuel W. BakerCONTENTSINTRODUCTIONCHAPTER I. ARRIVAL AT LARNACACHAPTER II. THE GIPSY-VANS ENCOUNTER DIFFICULTIESCHAPTER III. ROUTE TO NICOSIACHAPTER IV. THE MESSARIACHAPTER V. START FOR THE CARPASCHAPTER VI. CAPE ST. ANDREACHAPTER VII. KYRENIA AND THE NORTH COASTCHAPTER VIII. ROUTE TO BAFFOCHAPTER IX. FROM BAFFO TO LIMASOLCHAPTER X. THE WINE DISTRICT OF LIMASOLCHAPTER XI. FROM LIMASOL TO THE MOUNTAINS...
A. V. LaiderA. V. LaiderBy MAX BEERBOHM1- Page 2-A. V. LaiderI UNPACKED my things and went down to await luncheon.It was good to be here again in this little old sleepy hostel by the sea.Hostel I say, though it spelt itself without an "s" and even placed acircumflex above the "o." It made no other pretension. It was very cozyindeed.I had been here just a year before, in mid-February, after an attack of...
The Chignecto Isthmus And Its First Settlersby Howard Trueman1902PREFACE.For some years past I, in common with many others, have felt that all letters of interest and accessible facts in connection with the early history of the Truemans should be collected and put in permanent form, not because there is anything of interest to the general public in the records of a family whose members have excelled, if at all, in private rather than in public life, but in order that the little knowledge there is of the early history of the family might not pass forever out of the reach of later generations w
The History of John Bullby John ArbuthnotINTRODUCTION BY HENRY MORLEY.This is the book which fixed the name and character of John Bull on the English people. Though in one part of the story he is thin and long nosed, as a result of trouble, generally he is suggested to us as "ruddy and plump, with a pair of cheeks like a trumpeter," an honest tradesman, simple and straightforward, easily cheated; but when he takes his affairs into his own hands, acting with good plain sense, knowing very well what he wants done, and doing it.The book was begun in the year 1712, and published in four successi
Arizona Nightsby Stewart Edward WhiteCHAPTER ONETHE OLE VIRGINIAThe ring around the sun had thickened all day long, and theturquoise blue of the Arizona sky had filmed. Storms in the drycountries are infrequent, but heavy; and this surely meant storm.We had ridden since sun-up over broad mesas, down and out ofdeep canons, along the base of the mountain in the wildestparts of the territory. The cattle were winding leisurely towardthe high country; the jack rabbits had disappeared; the quaillacked; we did not see a single antelope in the open....
American Literary Centersby William Dean HowellsOne of the facts which we Americans have a difficulty in making clear toa rather inattentive world outside is that, while we have apparently aliterature of our own, we have no literary centre. We have so muchliterature that from time to time it seems even to us we must have aliterary centre. We say to ourselves, with a good deal of logic, Wherethere is so much smoke there must be some fire, or at least a fireplace.But it is just here that, misled by tradition, and even by history, wedeceive ourselves. Really, we have no fireplace for such fir
SHERLOCK HOLMESTHE ADVENTURE OF THE MISSING THREE-QUARTERby Sir Arthur Conan DoyleWe were fairly accustomed to receive weird telegrams at BakerStreet, but I have a particular recollection of one which reached uson a gloomy February morning, some seven or eight years ago, andgave Mr. Sherlock Holmes a puzzled quarter of an hour. It wasaddressed to him, and ran thus:Please await me. Terrible misfortune. Right wing three-quartermissing, indispensable to-morrow.OVERTON....
There are certain unsettled questions in economic theory that have been handed down as a sort of legacy from one generation to another. The discussion of these questions is revived twenty or it may be a hundred times in the course of a decade, and each time the disputants exhaust their intellectual resources in the endeavor to impress their views upon their contemporaries. Not unfrequently the discussion is carried far beyond the limits of weariness and satiety, so that it may well be regarded as an offence against good taste to again recur to so well-worn a theme. And yet these questions ret
FAIRY TALES OF HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSENTHE BRAVE TIN SOLDIERby Hans Christian AndersenTHERE were once five-and-twenty tin soldiers, who were allbrothers, for they had been made out of the same old tin spoon. Theyshouldered arms and looked straight before them, and wore a splendiduniform, red and blue. The first thing in the world they ever heardwere the words, "Tin soldiers!" uttered by a little boy, who clappedhis hands with delight when the lid of the box, in which they lay, wastaken off. They were given him for a birthday present, and he stood at...
The Pension Beaurepasby Henry JamesCHAPTER I.I was not richon the contrary; and I had been told the PensionBeaurepas was cheap. I had, moreover, been told that a boarding-house is a capital place for the study of human nature. I had afancy for a literary career, and a friend of mine had said to me, "Ifyou mean to write you ought to go and live in a boarding-house; thereis no other such place to pick up material." I had read something ofthis kind in a letter addressed by Stendhal to his sister: "I have apassionate desire to know human nature, and have a great mind to live...
Chants for Socialistsby William MorrisContents:Chants for SocialistsThe Day is ComingThe Voice of ToilNo MasterAll for the CauseThe March of the WorkersDown Among the Dead MenA Death SongMay Day [1892]May Day, 1894The Message of the March WindTHE DAY IS COMINGCome hither, lads, and hearken, for a tale there is to tell,Of the wonderful days a-coming, when all shall be better than well.And the tale shall be told of a country, a land in the midst of the sea,And folk shall call it England in the days that are going to be....
THESEUSLegendaryby Plutarchtranslated by John DrydenAs geographers, Sosius, crowd into the edges of their maps partsof the world which they do not know about, adding notes in themargin to the effect, that beyond this lies nothing but the sandydeserts full of wild beasts, unapproachable bogs, Scythian ice, or afrozen sea, so in this work of mine, in which I have compared thelives of the greatest men with one another, after passing through...