Flying Machines: Construction and OperationW.J. Jackman and Thos. H. RussellA Practical Book Which Shows, in Illustrations,Working Plans and Text, How to Build and Navigate theModern Airship.ByW.J. Jackman, M.E.,Author of "A B C of the Motorcycle,""Facts for Motorists," etc. etc.ANDTHOS. H. RUSSELL, A.M., M.E.,Charter Member of the Aero Club of Illinois, Author of"History of the Automobile," "Motor Boats: Constructionand Operation," etc. etc.WITH INTRODUCTORY CHAPTER BYOCTAVE CHANUTE, C.E.,...
On Our Selectionby Steele Rudd (Arthur Hoey Davis)PIONEERS OF AUSTRALIA!To You "Who Gave Our Country Birth;"to the memory of Youwhose names, whose giant enterprise, whose deeds offortitude and daringwere never engraved on tablet or tombstone;to You who strove through the silences of the Bush-landsand made them ours;to You who delved and toiled in loneliness throughthe years that have faded away;to You who have no place in the history of our Countryso far as it is yet written;to You who have done MOST for this Land;to You for whom few, in the march of settlement, in the turmoil...
The Rhythm of Life and Other EssaysThe Rhythm of Life andOther Essays1- Page 2-The Rhythm of Life and Other EssaysTHE RHYTHM OF LIFEIf life is not always poetical, it is at least metrical. Periodicity rulesover the mental experience of man, according to the path of the orbit of histhoughts. Distances are not gauged, ellipses not measured, velocities notascertained, times not known. Nevertheless, the recurrence is sure. What...
The Expedition of Humphry Clinkerby Tobias SmollettTo Mr HENRY DAVIS, Bookseller, in London.ABERGAVENNY, Aug. 4.RESPECTED SIR,I have received your esteemed favour of the 13th ultimo, wherebyit appeareth, that you have perused those same Letters, the whichwere delivered unto you by my friend, the reverend Mr Hugo Behn;and I am pleased to find you think they may be printed with agood prospect of success; in as much as the objections youmention, I humbly conceive, are such as may be redargued, if notentirely removed And, first, in the first place, as touching...
THUVIA, MAID OF MARSTHUVIA, MAID OFMARS1- Page 2-THUVIA, MAID OF MARSCHAPTER ICARTHORIS AND THUVIAUpon a massive bench of polished ersite beneath the gorgeousblooms of a giant pimalia a woman sat. Her shapely, sandalled foot tappedimpatiently upon the jewel-strewn walk that wound beneath the statelysorapus trees across the scarlet sward of the royal gardens of Thuvan Dihn,...
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...
THE RAVENTHE RAVENTHE RAVENTHE RAVENTHE RAVENEdgar Allan Poe1- Page 2-THE RAVENTHE RAVENTHE RAVENTHE RAVENOnce upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Overmany a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore While I nodded,nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently...
The Countess of Saint GeranBy Alexander Dumas, pereAbout the end of the year 1639, a troop of horsemen arrived, towardsmidday, in a little village at the northern extremity of the provinceof Auvergne, from the direction of Paris. The country folk assembledat the noise, and found it to proceed from the provost of the mountedpolice and his men. The heat was excessive, the horses were bathedin sweat, the horsemen covered with dust, and the party seemed on itsreturn from an important expedition. A man left the escort, andasked an old woman who was spinning at her door if there was not an...
THE STAR-CHILD[TO MISS MARGOT TENNANT - MRS. ASQUITH]Once upon a time two poor Woodcutters were making their way homethrough a great pine-forest. It was winter, and a night of bittercold. The snow lay thick upon the ground, and upon the branches ofthe trees: the frost kept snapping the little twigs on either sideof them, as they passed: and when they came to the Mountain-Torrent she was hanging motionless in air, for the Ice-King hadkissed her.So cold was it that even the animals and the birds did not knowwhat to make of it....
James Nasmyth: Engineer, An Autobiography.Edited by Samuel SmilesPREFACEI have had much pleasure in editing the following Memoir of my friend Mr. Nasmyth. Some twenty years since (in April 1863), when I applied to him for information respecting his mechanical inventions, he replied: "My life presents no striking or remarkable incidents, and would, I fear, prove but a tame narrative. The sphere to which my endeavours have been confined has been of a comparatively quiet order; but, vanity apart, I hope I have been able to leave a few marks of my existence behind me in the shape of useful con
ELECBOOK CLASSICSBARNABYRUDGECharles Dickens- Page 2-BARNABYRUDGEA TALE OF THE RIOTSOF ‘EIGHTY’Charles Dickens- Page 3-Barnaby Rudge 4ContentsClick on number to go to ChapterChapter 1................................................................................................13...
Flower of the MindandLater Poemsby Alice MeynellINTRODUCTIONPartial collections of English poems, decided by a common subjector bounded by narrow dates and periods of literary history, aremade at very short intervals, and the makers are safe from thereproach of proposing their own personal taste as a guide for thereading of others. But a general Anthology gathered from the wholeof English literaturethe whole from Chaucer to Wordsworthby agatherer intent upon nothing except the quality of poetry, is amore rare enterprise. It is hardly to be made without tempting the...
1872FAIRY TALES OF HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSENTHE TOADby Hans Christian AndersenTHE well was deep, and therefore the rope had to be a long one; itwas heavy work turning the handle when any one had to raise abucketful of water over the edge of the well. Though the water wasclear, the sun never looked down far enough into the well to mirroritself in the waters; but as far as its beams could reach, greenthings grew forth between the stones in the sides of the well.Down below dwelt a family of the Toad race. They had, in fact,come head-over-heels down the well, in the person of the old...
AMOURS DE VOYAGE.AMOURS DEVOYAGE.By Arthur Hugh Clough1- Page 2-AMOURS DE VOYAGE.Canto I.Over the great windy waters, and over the clear-crested summits,Unto the sun and the sky, and unto the perfecter earth, Come, let us go,toa land wherein gods of the old time wandered, Where every breatheven now changes to ether divine. Come, let us go; though withal a voice...
FAIRY TALES OF HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSENTHE OLD STREET LAMPby Hans Christian AndersenDID you ever hear the story of the old street lamp? It is notremarkably interesting, but for once in a way you may as well listento it. It was a most respectable old lamp, which had seen many, manyyears of service, and now was to retire with a pension. It was thisevening at its post for the last time, giving light to the street. Hisfeelings were something like those of an old dancer at the theatre,who is dancing for the last time, and knows that on the morrow she...
De Profundisby Oscar Wilde. . . Suffering is one very long moment. We cannot divide it byseasons. We can only record its moods, and chronicle their return.With us time itself does not progress. It revolves. It seems tocircle round one centre of pain. The paralysing immobility of alife every circumstance of which is regulated after an unchangeablepattern, so that we eat and drink and lie down and pray, or kneelat least for prayer, according to the inflexible laws of an ironformula: this immobile quality, that makes each dreadful day in...