FAIRY TALES OF HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSENTHE LOVELIEST ROSE IN THE WORLDby Hans Christian AndersenTHERE lived once a great queen, in whose garden were found atall seasons the most splendid flowers, and from every land in theworld. She specially loved roses, and therefore she possessed the mostbeautiful varieties of this flower, from the wild hedge-rose, with itsapple-scented leaves, to the splendid Provence rose. They grew nearthe shelter of the walls, wound themselves round columns andwindow-frames, crept along passages and over the ceilings of the...
A SONG ABOUT MYSELFby John KeatsI.There was a naughty boy,A naughty boy was he,He would not stop at home,He could not quiet be-He tookIn his knapsackA bookFull of vowelsAnd a shirtWith some towels,A slight capFor night cap,A hair brush,...
Westward Ho!by Charles KingsleyTOTHE RAJAH SIR JAMES BROOKE, K.C.B.ANDGEORGE AUGUSTUS SELWYN, D.D.BISHOP OF NEW ZEALANDTHIS BOOK IS DEDICATEDBy one who (unknown to them) has no other method of expressing hisadmiration and reverence for their characters.That type of English virtue, at once manful and godly, practicaland enthusiastic, prudent and self-sacrificing, which he has triedto depict in these pages, they have exhibited in a form even purerand more heroic than that in which he has drest it, and than thatin which it was exhibited by the worthies whom Elizabeth, without...
East Lynneby Mrs. Henry WoodCHAPTER I.THE LADY ISABEL.In an easy-chair of the spacious and handsome library of his town- house, sat William, Earl of Mount Severn. His hair was gray, the smoothness of his expansive brow was defaced by premature wrinkles, and his once attractive face bore the pale, unmistakable look of dissipation. One of his feet was cased in folds of linen, as it rested on the soft velvet ottoman, speaking of gout as plainly as any foot ever spoke yet. It would seemto look at the man as he sat there that he had grown old before his time. And so he had. His years were barely n
Myths and Legends of the Siouxby Marie L. McLaughlinIn loving memory of my mother,MARY GRAHAM BUISSON,at whose knee most of the storiescontained in this little volumewere told to me, this book is affec-tionately dedicatedTABLE OF CONTENTSDedicationForewordThe Forgotten Ear of CornThe Little MiceThe Pet RabbitThe Pet DonkeyThe Rabbit and the ElkThe Rabbit and the Grouse GirlsThe Faithful LoversThe Artichoke and the MuskratThe Rabbit, and the Bear with the Flint Body...
RECOLLECTIONS OF THE PRIVATE LIFE OF NAPOLEON, V12BY CONSTANTPREMIER VALET DE CHAMBRETRANSLATED BY WALTER CLARK1895CONTENTS:CHAPTER XXIV. to CHAPTER XXXI.CHAPTER XXIV.After the brilliant successes obtained by the Emperor in such a shorttime, and with forces so exceedingly inferior to the great masses of theenemy, his Majesty, realizing the necessity of allowing his troops totake a rest of some days at Troyes, entered into negotiations for anarmistice with the Prince von Schwarzenberg.At this juncture it was announced to the Emperor that General Blucher,...
The Man Who Knew Too Muchby Gilbert K. ChestertonCONTENTSTHE MAN WHO KNEW TOO MUCH:I. THE FACE IN THE TARGETII. THE VANISHING PRINCEIII. THE SOUL OF THE SCHOOLBOYIV. THE BOTTOMLESS WELLV. THE FAD OF THE FISHERMANVI. THE HOLE IN THE WALLVII. THE TEMPLE OF SILENCEVIII. THE VENGEANCE OF THE STATUETHE MAN WHO KNEW TOO MUCHI. THE FACE IN THE TARGETHarold March, the rising reviewer and social critic, was walking vigorously across a great tableland of moors and commons, the horizon of which was fringed with the far-off woods of the famous estate of Torwood Park. He was a good-looking young man in t
Alexandria and her Schoolsby Charles KingsleyPREFACEI should not have presumed to choose for any lectures of mine such a subject as that which I have tried to treat in this book. The subject was chosen by the Institution where the lectures were delivered. Still less should I have presumed to print them of my own accord, knowing how fragmentary and crude they are. They were printed at the special request of my audience. Least of all, perhaps, ought I to have presumed to publish them, as I have done, at Cambridge, where any inaccuracy or sciolism (and that such defects exist in these pages,
At the Sign of the Cat and Racketby Honore de BalzacTranslated by Clara BellDEDICATIONTo Mademoiselle Marie de MontheauAT THE SIGN OF THE CAT AND RACKETHalf-way down the Rue Saint-Denis, almost at the corner of the Rue duPetit-Lion, there stood formerly one of those delightful houses whichenable historians to reconstruct old Paris by analogy. The threateningwalls of this tumbledown abode seemed to have been decorated withhieroglyphics. For what other name could the passer-by give to the Xsand Vs which the horizontal or diagonal timbers traced on the front,...
The Titanby Theodore DreiserChapter IThe New CityWhen Frank Algernon Cowperwood emerged from the Eastern District Penitentiary in Philadelphia he realized that the old life he had lived in that city since boyhood was ended. His youth was gone, and with it had been lost the great business prospects of his earlier manhood. He must begin again.It would be useless to repeat how a second panic following upon a tremendous failurethat of Jay Cooke & Co.had placed a second fortune in his hands. This restored wealth softened him in some degree. Fate seemed to have his personal welfare in charge.
Rhymes a la Modeby Andrew LangBALLADE DEDICATORYTO MRS. ELTON OF WHITE STAUNTONThe painted Briton built his mound,And left his celts and clay,On yon fair slope of sunlit groundThat fronts your garden gay;The Roman came, he bore the sway,He bullied, bought, and sold,Your fountain sweeps his works awayBeside your manor old!But still his crumbling urns are foundWithin the window-bay,Where once he listened to the soundThat lulls you day by day; -The sound of summer winds at play,The noise of waters coldTo Yarty wandering on their way,...
The Childrenby Alice MeynellContentsFellow Travellers with a Bird, I.Fellow Travellers with a Bird, II.Children in MidwinterThat Pretty PersonOut of TownExpressionUnder the Early StarsThe Man with Two HeadsChildren in BurlesqueAuthorshipLettersThe FieldsThe Barren ShoreThe BoyIllnessThe Young ChildrenFair and BrownReal ChildhoodFELLOW TRAVELLERS WITH A BIRD, I.To attend to a living child is to be baffled in your humour,disappointed of your pathos, and set freshly free from all the pre-occupations. You cannot anticipate him. Blackbirds, overheard year...
The Bean-FieldMeanwhile my beans, the length of whose rows, added together,was seven miles already planted, were impatient to be hoed, for theearliest had grown considerably before the latest were in theground; indeed they were not easily to be put off. What was themeaning of this so steady and self-respecting, this small Herculeanlabor, I knew not. I came to love my rows, my beans, though so manymore than I wanted. They attached me to the earth, and so I gotstrength like Antaeus. But why should I raise them? Only Heaven...
My Discovery of Englandby Leacock, StephenIntroduction of Mr. Stephen Leacock Given by Sir Owen Seaman on the Occasion of His First Lecture in LondonLADIES AND GENTLEMEN: It is usual on these occasions for the chairman to begin something like this: "The lecturer, I am sure, needs no introduction from me." And indeed, when I have been the lecturer and somebody else has been the chairman, I have more than once suspected myself of being the better man of the two. Of course I hope I should always have the good mannersI am sure Mr. Leacock hasto disguise that suspicion. However, one has to go thr
RECOLLECTIONS OF THE PRIVATE LIFE OF NAPOLEON, V10BY CONSTANTPREMIER VALET DE CHAMBRETRANSLATED BY WALTER CLARK1895CONTENTS:CHAPTER VIII. to CHAPTER XIV.CHAPTER VIII.During the whole Russian campaign, the Emperor was nearly always badlylodged. It was necessary, however, to accommodate himself tocircumstances; though this was a somewhat difficult task to those whowere accustomed to lodge in palaces. The Emperor accepted the situationbravely, and all his followers consequently did the same. In consequenceof the system of incendiarism adopted as the policy of Russia, the...
Messer Marco PoloMesser Marco PoloBy Donn-Byrne(1889-1928)1- Page 2-Messer Marco PoloA NOTE ON THE AUTHOR OFMESSER MARCO POLOSo Celtic in feeling and atmosphere are the stories of Donn Byrne thatmany of his devotees have come to believe that he never lived anywherebut in Ireland. Actually, Donn Byrne was born in New York City. Shortly...