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...
First Visit to New Englandby William Dean HowellsCONTENTS:BibliographicalMy First Visit to New EnglandFirst Impressions of Literary New YorkBIBLIOGRAPHICALLong before I began the papers which make up this volume, I had meant towrite of literary history in New England as I had known it in the livesof its great exemplars during the twenty-five years I lived near them.In fact, I had meant to do this from the time I came among them; but Ilet the days in which I almost constantly saw them go by without recordsave such as I carried in a memory retentive, indeed, beyond the common,...
FLAMININUS230?-174 B.C.by Plutarchtranslated by John DrydenWHAT Titus Quintius [Flamininus], whom we select as a parallel toPhilopoemen, was in personal appearance, those who are curious may seeby the brazen statue of him, which stands in Rome near that of thegreat Apollo, brought from Carthage, opposite to the Circus Maximus,with a Greek inscription upon it. The temper of his mind is said tohave been of the warmest both in anger and in kindness, not indeed...
The Origination of Living Beingsby Thomas H. HuxleyIn the two preceding lectures I have endeavoured to indicate to you theextent of the subject-matter of the inquiry upon which we are engaged;and now, having thus acquired some conception of the Past and Presentphenomena of Organic Nature, I must now turn to that which constitutesthe great problem which we have set before ourselves;I mean, thequestion of what knowledge we have of the causes of these phenomena oforganic nature, and how such knowledge is obtainable.Here, on the threshold of the inquiry, an objection meets us. There are...
Maid Marianby Thomas Love PeacockCHAPTER INow come ye for peace here, or come ye for war? SCOTT."The abbot, in his alb arrayed," stood at the altar in the abbey-chapel of Rubygill, with all his plump, sleek, rosy friars, in goodly lines disposed, to solemnise the nuptials of the beautiful Matilda Fitzwater, daughter of the Baron of Arlingford, with the noble Robert Fitz-Ooth, Earl of Locksley and Huntingdon. The abbey of Rubygill stood in a picturesque valley, at a little distance from the western boundary of Sherwood Forest, in a spot which seemed adapted by nature to be the retreat of mon
Remember the Alamoby Amelia E. BarrCHAPTER I.THE CITY IN THE WILDERNESS."What, are you stepping westward?" "Yea."* * * * *Yet who would stop or fear to advance,Though home or shelter there was none,With such a sky to lead him on!"WORDSWORTH."Ah! cool night wind, tremulous stars,Ah! glimmering water,Fitful earth murmur,Dreaming woods!"ARNOLD.In A. D. sixteen hundred and ninety-two, a few Franciscan...
THE WHITE CATONCE upon a time there was a king who had three sons,who were all so clever and brave that he began to beafraid that they would want to reign over the kingdombefore he was dead. Now the King, though he felt thathe was growing old, did not at all wish to give up thegovernment of his kingdom while he could still manage itvery well, so he thought the best way to live in peacewould be to divert the minds of his sons by promiseswhich he could always get out of when the time came forkeeping them.So he sent for them all, and, after speaking to them...
A PRINCESS OF MARSby Edgar Rice BurroughsCHAPTER ION THE ARIZONA HILLSI am a very old man; how old I do not know. Possibly I ama hundred, possibly more; but I cannot tell because I havenever aged as other men, nor do I remember any childhood.So far as I can recollect I have always been a man, a manof about thirty. I appear today as I did forty years andmore ago, and yet I feel that I cannot go on living forever;that some day I shall die the real death from which there isno resurrection. I do not know why I should fear death,...
SCHIPPEITAROIt was the custom in old times that as soon as a Japanese boyreached manhood he should leave his home and roam through theland in search of adventures. Sometimes he would meet with ayoung man bent on the same business as himself, and then theywould fight in a friendly manner, merely to prove which was thestronger, but on other occasions the enemy would turn out to be arobber, who had become the terror of the neighbourhood, and thenthe battle was in deadly earnest.One day a youth started off from his native village, resolvednever to come back till he had done some great deed that
Animal HeroesAnimal Heroesby Ernest Thompson Seton1- Page 2-Animal HeroesNote to ReaderA hero is an individual of unusual gifts and achievements. Whether itbe man or animal, this definition applies; and it is the histories of such thatappeal to the imagination and to the hearts of those who hear them.In this volume every one of the stories, though more or less composite,is founded on the actual life of a veritable animal hero. The most...
An Old Town By The SeaAn Old Town By The Seaby Thomas Bailey Aldrich1- Page 2-An Old Town By The SeaPISCATAQUA RIVERThou singest by the gleaming isles, By woods, and fields of corn,Thou singest, and the sunlight smiles Upon my birthday morn.But I within a city, I, So full of vague unrest, Would almost give mylife to lie An hour upon upon thy breast.To let the wherry listless go, And, wrapt in dreamy joy, Dip, and surge...
Christie JohnstoneA NOVELby Charles ReadeI dedicate all that is good in this work to my mother.C. R.,NOTETHIS story was written three years ago, and one or two topics in it arenot treated exactly as they would be if written by the same hand to-day.But if the author had retouched those pages with his colors of 1853, hewould (he thinks) have destroyed the only merit they have, viz., that ofcontaining genuine contemporaneous verdicts upon a cant that wasflourishing like a peony, and a truth that was struggling for bare life,in the year of truth 1850....
The Red Acornby John McElroyPrefaceThe name given this story is that made glorious by the valor and achievements of the splendid First Division of the Fourteenth Army Corps, the cognizance of which was a crimson acorn, worn on the breasts of its gallant soldiers, and borne upon their battle flags. There are few gatherings of men into which one can go to-day without finding some one wearing, as his most cherished ornament, a red acorn, frequently wrought in gold and studded with precious stones, and which tells that its wearer is a veteran of Mill Springs, Perryville, Shiloh, Corinth, Stone Ri
GULLIVER OF MARSGULLIVER OF MARSby Edwin L. Arnold1- Page 2-GULLIVER OF MARSCHAPTER IDare I say it? Dare I say that I, a plain, prosaic lieutenant in therepublican service have done the incredible things here set out for the loveof a womanfor a chimera in female shape; for a pale, vapid ghost ofwoman-loveliness? At times I tell myself I dare not: that you will laugh,...
Their Silver Wedding Journey V3by William Dean HowellsPART III.XLVIII.At the first station where the train stopped, a young German bowedhimself into the compartment with the Marches, and so visibly resisted animpulse to smoke that March begged him to light his cigarette. In thetalk which this friendly overture led to between them he explained thathe was a railway architect, employed by the government on that line ofroad, and was travelling officially. March spoke of Nuremberg; he ownedthe sort of surfeit he had suffered from its excessive mediaevalism, and...
Letters to His Son, 1746-47by The Earl of ChesterfieldLETTERS TO HIS SONBy the EARL OF CHESTERFIELDon the Fine Art of becoming aMAN OF THE WORLDand aGENTLEMANSPECIAL INTRODUCTIONThe proud Lord Chesterfield would have turned in his grave had he knownthat he was to go down to posterity as a teacher and preacher of thegospel of not grace, but"the graces, the graces, the graces." Natural...