Latter-Day Pamphletsby Thomas CarlyleBut as yet struggles the twelfth hour of the Night. Birds of darkness are on the wing; spectres uproar; the dead walk; the living dream. Thou, Eternal Providence, wilt make the Day dawn!JEAN PAUL.Then said his Lordship, "Well. God mend all!""Nay, by God, Donald, we must help him to mend it!" said the other.RUSHWORTH (_Sir David Ramsay and Lord Rea, in 1630_).CONTENTS.I. THE PRESENT TIME II. MODEL PRISONS III. DOWNING STREET IV. THE NEW DOWNING STREET V. STUMP-ORATOR[February 1, 1850.] NO. I. THE PRESENT TIME....　

PART IDETECTIVE STORIES FROM REAL LIFEPART IITRUE STORIES OF MODERN MAGICEdited by Julian HawthorneREAL LIFETable of contentsPART IDETECTIVE STORIES FROM REAL LIFEARTHUR TRAINA Flight into TexasP. H. WOODWARDAdventures in the Secret Service of the Post-Office DepartmentAn Erring ShepherdAn Aspirant for CongressThe Fortune of Seth SavageA Wish Unexpectedly GratifiedAn Old Game RevivedA Formidable WeaponANDREW LANGSaint-Germain the Deathless...　

　　Inasmuch as the scene of this story is that historic pile, Belpher Castle, in the county of Hampshire, it would be an agreeable task to open it with a leisurely description of the place, followed by some notes on the history of the Earls of Marshmoreton, who have owned it since the fifteenth century. Unfortunately, in these days of rush and hurry, a novelist works at a disadvantage. He must leap into the middle of his tale with as little delay as he would employ in boarding a moving tramcar. He must get off the mark with the smooth swiftness of a jack-rabbit surprised while lunching. Otherw　

The KentonsBy William Dean HowellsI.The Kentons were not rich, but they were certainly richer than theaverage in the pleasant county town of the Middle West, where they hadspent nearly their whole married life. As their circumstances had growneasier, they had mellowed more and more in the keeping of theircomfortable home, until they hated to leave it even for the shortoutings, which their children made them take, to Niagara or the UpperLakes in the hot weather. They believed that they could not be so wellanywhere as in the great square brick house which still kept its four...　

The Black Tulipby Alexandre Dumas, PereChapter 1A Grateful PeopleOn the 20th of August, 1672, the city of the Hague, alwaysso lively, so neat, and so trim that one might believe everyday to be Sunday, with its shady park, with its tall trees,spreading over its Gothic houses, with its canals like largemirrors, in which its steeples and its almost Easterncupolas are reflected, the city of the Hague, the capitalof the Seven United Provinces, was swelling in all itsarteries with a black and red stream of hurried, panting,and restless citizens, who, with their knives in their...　

The Brotherhood of Consolationby Honore de BalzacTranslated by Katharine Prescott WormeleyFIRST EPISODEMADAME DE LA CHANTERIEITHE MALADY OF THE AGEOn a fine evening in the month of September, 1836, a man about thirtyyears of age was leaning on the parapet of that quay from which aspectator can look up the Seine from the Jardin des Plantes to Notre-Dame, and down, along the vast perspective of the river, to theLouvre. There is not another point of view to compare with it in thecapital of ideas. We feel ourselves on the quarter-deck, as it were,...　

The Crystal Stopperby Maurice LeBlancCHAPTER ITHE ARRESTSThe two boats fastened to the little pier that jutted out from the garden lay rocking in its shadow. Here and there lighted windows showed through the thick mist on the margins of the lake. The Enghien Casino opposite blazed with light, though it was late in the season, the end of September. A few stars appeared through the clouds. A light breeze ruffled the surface of the water.Arsene Lupin left the summer-house where he was smoking a cigar and, bending forward at the end of the pier:"Growler?" he asked. "Masher?... Are you there　

THE UNKNOWN GUESTTHE UNKNOWNGUESTMAURICE MAETERLINCKTranslated by Alexander Teixeira de Mattos1- Page 2-THE UNKNOWN GUESTINTRODUCTION1My Essay on Death[1] led me to make a conscientious enquiry into thepresent position of the great mystery, an enquiry which I haveendeavoured to render as complete as possible. I had hoped that a single...　

The Mystery of the Yellow Roomby Gaston LerouxCHAPTER IIn Which We Begin Not to UnderstandIt is not without a certain emotion that I begin to recount herethe extraordinary adventures of Joseph Rouletabille. Down to thepresent time he had so firmly opposed my doing it that I had cometo despair of ever publishing the most curious of police storiesof the past fifteen years. I had even imagined that the publicwould never know the whole truth of the prodigious case known asthat of The Yellow Room, out of which grew so many mysterious,cruel, and sensational dramas, with which my friend was so cl　

The ArgonauticaThe ArgonauticaApollonius Rhodius(fl. 3rd Century B.C.)1- Page 2-The ArgonauticaINTRODUCTIONMuch has been written about the chronology of Alexandrian literatureand the famous Library, founded by Ptolemy Soter, but the dates of thechief writers are still matters of conjecture. The birth of Apollonius...　

Of The Nature of Thingsby Lucretius [Titus Lucretius Carus]Translated by William Ellery LeonardBOOK IPROEMMother of Rome, delight of Gods and men,Dear Venus that beneath the gliding starsMakest to teem the many-voyaged mainAnd fruitful lands- for all of living thingsThrough thee alone are evermore conceived,Through thee are risen to visit the great sun-Before thee, Goddess, and thy coming on,Flee stormy wind and massy cloud away,For thee the daedal Earth bears scented flowers,For thee waters of the unvexed deepSmile, and the hollows of the serene sky...　

The Island Phariseesby John Galsworthy"But this is a worshipful society"KING JOHNPREFACEEach man born into the world is born like Shelton in this bookto goa journey, and for the most part he is born on the high road. Atfirst he sits there in the dust, with his little chubby handsreaching at nothing, and his little solemn eyes staring into space.As soon as he can toddle, he moves, by the queer instinct we call thelove of life, straight along this road, looking neither to the rightnor left, so pleased is he to walk. And he is charmed with...　

The Alkahestby Honore de BalzacTranslated by Katharine Prescott WormeleyDEDICATIONTo Madame Josephine Delannoy nee Doumerc.Madame, may God grant that this, my book, may live longer than I,for then the gratitude which I owe to you, and which I hope willequal your almost maternal kindness to me, would last beyond thelimits prescribed for human affection. This sublime privilege ofprolonging life in our hearts for a time by the life of the workwe leave behind us would be (if we could only be sure of gaining...　

Samantha at Saratogaby Marietta HolleyDedication:TO THE GREAT ARMY OFSUMMER TRAMPSTHIS BOOK IS DEDICATEDBY THEIR COMRADE AND FELLOW WANDERERTHE AUTHORCONTENTS.CHAPTER I. SAMANTHA AT SARATOGACHAPTER II. ARDELIA TUTT AND HER MOTHERCHAPTER III. THE CHERITY OF THE JONESVILLIANSCHAPTER IV. ARDELIA AND ABRAM GEECHAPTER V. WE ARRIVE AT SARATOGACHAPTER VI. SARATOGA BY DAYLIGHTCHAPTER VII. SEEING THE DIFFERENT SPRINGSCHAPTER VIII. JOSIAH AND SAMANTHA TAKE A LONG WALK...　

A Little Tour In Franceby Henry JamesWe good Americans - I say it without presumption - are too apt to think that France is Paris, just as we are accused of being too apt to think that Paris is the celestial city. This is by no means the case, fortun- ately for those persons who take an interest in modern Gaul, and yet are still left vaguely unsatisfied by that epitome of civilization which stretches from the Arc de Triomphe to the Gymnase theatre. It had already been intimated to the author of these light pages that there are many good things in the _doux pays de France_ of which you get n　

The Wife and Other Storiesby Anton ChekhovTranslated by CONSTANCE GARNETTCONTENTSThe WifeDifficult PeopleThe GrasshopperA Dreary StoryThe Privy CouncillorThe Man in CaseGooseberriesAbout LoveThe Lottery TicketTHE WIFEII RECEIVED the following letter:"DEAR SIR, PAVEL ANDREITCH!"Not far from you that is to say, in the village of Pestrovo very distressing incidents are taking place, concerning which I feel it my duty to write to you. All the peasants of that village sold their cottages and all their belongings, and set off for the province of Tomsk, but did not succeed in getting there, and ha