Further Adventures of Ladby Albert Payson TerhuneFOREWORDSunnybank Lad won a million friends through my book, "LAD: A DOG"; and through the Lad-anecdotes in "Buff: A Collie." These books themselves were in no sense great. But Laddie was great in every sense; and his life-story could not be marred, past interest, by my clumsy way of telling it.People have written in gratifying numbers asking for more stories about Lad. More than seventeen hundred visitors have come all the way to Sunnybank to see his grave. So I wrote the collection of tales which are now included in "Further Adventures of Lad　

MEN OF IRONMEN OF IRONby Ernie Howard Pyle1- Page 2-MEN OF IRONINTRODUCTIONThe year 1400 opened with more than usual peacefulness in England.Only a few months before, Richard IIweak, wicked, and treacheroushad been dethroned, and Henry IV declared King in his stead. But it wasonly a seeming peacefulness, lasting but for a little while; for though KingHenry proved himself a just and a merciful manas justice and mercy...　

The Sorrows of Young Wertherby J.W. von GoetheTranslated by Thomas Carlyle and R.D. BoylanPREFACEI have carefully collected whatever I have been able to learn of the story of poor Werther, and here present it to you, knowing that you will thank me for it. To his spirit and character you cannot refuse your admiration and love: to his fate you will not deny your tears.And thou, good soul, who sufferest the same distress as he endured once, draw comfort from his sorrows; and let this little book be thy friend, if, owing to fortune or through thine own fault, thou canst not find a dearer compani　

Louisa of Prussia and Her Timesby LOUISA MUHLBACHNAPOLEON IN GERMANYLOUISA OF PRUSSIA AND HER TIMESA Historical NovelBYL. MUHLBACHTRANSLATED FROM THE GERMAN BY F. JORDANCONTENTS.CAMPO FORMIO.I. Dreadful TidingsII. Minister von ThugutIII. The InterviewIV. The Two MinistersV. The House in the Gumpendorfer SuburbVI. Joseph HaydnVII. General BonaparteVIII. The Treaty of Campo FormioTHE YOUNG QUEEN OF PRUSSIA....　

Mazelli, and Other PoemsMazelli, and OtherPoemsBy George W. Sands1- Page 2-Mazelli, and Other PoemsCanto I.I."Stay, traveller, stay thy weary steed, The sultry hour of noon isnear, Of rest thy way-worn limbs have need, Stay, then, and, taste its...　

English Classics 3000Published by Peking University PressISBN 7-900636-43-9/I.05Tel: 0086-10-62757146Fax: 0086-10-62757513Product of 2000english StudioTel: 0086-21-64757126Fax: 0086-21-647571291. System Requirements2. How to Use This CD-ROM3. Have the Books Read Out !4. Table of Contents ( Listed by Author )5. Index ( Listed by Title )1. System RequirementsAny computer system, 16MB memory, 50MB free hard disk space, CD-ROM drive and mouse.2. How to Use this CD-ROMTo use this CD-ROM, you just need to double click on the file "index.html" from...　

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...　

FINALE.Every limit is a beginning as well as an ending. Who can quit younglives after being long in company with them, and not desire to knowwhat befell them in their after-years? For the fragment of a life,however typical, is not the sample of an even web: promises maynot be kept, and an ardent outset may be followed by declension;latent powers may find their long-waited opportunity; a past errormay urge a grand retrieval.Marriage, which has been the bourne of so many narratives,is still a great beginning, as it was to Adam and Eve, who kept...　

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　

THE COMPARISON OF DEMOSTHENES AND CICEROby Plutarchtranslated by John DrydenTHESE are the most memorable circumstances recorded in history ofDemosthenes and Cicero which have come to our knowledge. Butomitting an exact comparison of their respective faculties inspeaking, yet thus much seems fit to be said; that Demosthenes, tomake himself a master in rhetoric, applied all the faculties he had,natural or acquired, wholly that way that he far surpassed in forceand strength of eloquence all his contemporaries in political and...　

Last Days in a Dutch Hotelby William Dean HowellsWhen we said that we were going to Scheveningen, in the middle ofSeptember, the portier of the hotel at The Hague was sure we should bevery cold, perhaps because we had suffered so much in his house already;and he was right, for the wind blew with a Dutch tenacity of purpose fora whole week, so that the guests thinly peopling the vast hostelry seemedto rustle through its chilly halls and corridors like so many autumnleaves. We were but a poor hundred at most where five hundred would nothave been a crowd; and, when we sat down at the long table　

THE GOLF COURSE MYSTERYTHE GOLF COURSEMYSTERYby Chester K. Steele1- Page 2-THE GOLF COURSE MYSTERYCHAPTER IPUTTING OUTThere was nothing in that clear, calm day, with its blue sky and itsflooding sunshine, to suggest in the slightest degree the awful tragedy soclose at hand - that tragedy which so puzzled the authorities and which...　

The Moravians in Georgia, 1735-1740 by Adelaide L. FriesPreface.In the life of any individual, association, or nation, there will probably be one or more occurrences which may be considered as success or failure according to the dramatic features of the event and the ultimate results. Of this the Battle of Bunker Hill is a striking example. On the morning of June 17th, 1775, a force of British soldiers attacked a small body of raw, ill-equipped American volunteers, who had fortified a hill near Boston, and quickly drove them from their position. By whom then was the Bunker Hill Monument erec　

Blood SportNews item from the Westover (Me.) weekly Enterprise, August 19, 1966:RAIN OF STONES REPORTEDIt was reliably reported by several persons that a rain of stones fell from a clear blue sky on Carlin Street in the town of Chamberlain on August 17th. The stones fell principally on the home of Mrs Margaret White, damaging the roof extensively and ruining two gutters and a downspout valued at approximately $25. Mrs White, a widow, lives with her three-year-old daughter, Carietta.Mrs White could not be reached for ment.Nobody was really surprised when it happened, not really, not at the sub　

　　　　In the Country of the Gillikins, which is at the North of the Land of Oz, lived a youth called Tip. There was more to his name than that, for old Mombi often declared that his whole name was Tippetarius; but no one was expected to say such a long word when "Tip" would do just as well.　　This boy remembered nothing of his parents, for he had been brought when quite young to be reared by the old woman known as Mombi, whose reputation, I am sorry to say, was none of the best. For the Gillikin people had reason to suspect her of indulging in magical arts, and therefore hesitated to associate w　

　This is what happened. On the night that the worst heat wave in northern New England history finally broke-the night of July 19-the entire western Maine region was lashed with the most vicious thunderstorms I have ever seen.　We lived on Long Lake, and we saw the first of the storms beating its way across the water toward us just before dark. For an hour before, the air had been utterly still. The American flag that my father put up on our boathouse in 1936 lay limp against its pole. Not even its hem fluttered. The heat was like a solid thing, and it seemed as deep as sullen quarry-water. Tha