War of the ClassesWar of the ClassesJack London1- Page 2-War of the ClassesPREFACEWhen I was a youngster I was looked upon as a weird sort of creature,because, forsooth, I was a socialist. Reporters from local papersinterviewed me, and the interviews, when published, were pathologicalstudies of a strange and abnormal specimen of man. At that time (nine or...
Saint George for Englandby G. A. HentyPREFACEMY DEAR LADS,You may be told perhaps that there is no good to be obtained from tales of fighting and bloodshed, - that there is no moral to be drawn from such histories. Believe it not. War has its lessons as well as Peace. You will learn from tales like this that determination and enthusiasm can accomplish marvels, that true courage is generally accompanied by magnanimity and gentleness, and that if not in itself the very highest of virtues, it is the parent of almost all the others, since but few of them can be practised without it. The courage
Medical Essaysby Oliver Wendell Holmes1842-1882CONTENTS:I. HOMEOPATHY AND ITS KINDRED DELUSIONSII. THE CONTAGIOUSNESS OF PUERPERAL FEVERIII. CURRENTS AND COUNTER-CURRENTS IN MEDICAL SCIENCEIV. BORDER LINES OF KNOWLEDGE IN SOME PROVINCES OF MEDICAL SCIENCEV. SCHOLASTIC AND BEDSIDE TEACHINGVI. THE MEDICAL PROFESSION IN MASSACHUSETTSVII. THE YOUNG PRACTITIONERVIII. MEDICAL LIBRARIESIX. SOME OF MY EARLY TEACHERSPREFACE.The character of the opposition which some of these papers have met with suggests the inference that they contain really important, but unwelcome truths. Negatives multipl
The Idea of Justice in Political Economyby Gustav Schmoller1881Annals of the American Academy of Political and Social ScienceVolume 4, (1893-4)German edition: Jahrbuch fur Gesetzgebung Verwallung, undVolkswirtschaft.volume 1, new series 1881.Translated by Ernest Halle and Carl SchutzIs there a just distribution of economic goods? Or shouldthere be? This is a question which is raised again to-day, aquestion which has been asked as long as human society and socialinstitutions have existed. The greatest thinker of ancienthistory asked the question and thousands after him have repeated...
The Story of Little Black SamboThe Story of Little Black Mingoby Helen BannermanThe Story of Little Black SamboBy Helen BannermanPREFACE.There is very little to say about the story of LITTLE BLACKSAMBO. Once upon a time there was an English lady in India,where black children abound and tigers are everyday affairs,who had two little girls. To amuse these little girls sheused now and then to invent stories, for which, beingextremely talented, she also drew and coloured the pictures.Among these stories LITTLE BLACK SAMBO, which was made up on a...
Lecture VThe Chief and His OrderNothing seems to me to have been more clearly shown by recentresearches than the necessity of keeping apart the Tribe and theTribal Chief as distinct sources of positive institutions. Thelines of descent are constantly entwined, but each of them isfound to run up in the end to an independent origin. If I were toapply this assertion to political history, I should be onlyrepeating much of what has been said by Mr Freeman in his...
Martin Guerreby Alexandre Dumas, PereWe are sometimes astonished at the striking resemblance existingbetween two persons who are absolute strangers to each other, but infact it is the opposite which ought to surprise us. Indeed, whyshould we not rather admire a Creative Power so infinite in itsvariety that it never ceases to produce entirely differentcombinations with precisely the same elements? The more oneconsiders this prodigious versatility of form, the more overwhelmingit appears.To begin with, each nation has its own distinct and characteristic...
THE RIGHT EYE OF THE COMMANDERThe year of grace 1797 passed away on the coast of California in asouthwesterly gale. The little bay of San Carlos, albeit shelteredby the headlands of the blessed Trinity, was rough and turbulent;its foam clung quivering to the seaward wall of the Mission garden;the air was filled with flying sand and spume, and as the SenorCommandante, Hermenegildo Salvatierra, looked from the deepembrasured window of the Presidio guardroom, he felt the saltbreath of the distant sea buffet a color into his smoke-driedcheeks....
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
An Anthology of Australian VerseEdited by Bertram StevensDedicated toDAVID SCOTT MITCHELL, Esq.SydneyPrefaceThe Editor has endeavoured to make this selection representativeof the best short poems written by Australians or inspired byAustralian scenery and conditions of life, "Australian" in this connectionbeing used to include New Zealand. The arrangement isas nearly as possible chronological; and the appendix containsbrief biographical particulars of the authors, together with noteswhich may be useful to readers outside Australia....
LIN McLEANLIN McLEANByOWEN WISTER1- Page 2-LIN McLEANDEDICATIONMY DEAR HARRY MERCER: When Lin McLean was only a hero inmanuscript, he received his first welcome and chastening beneath yourpatient roof. By none so much as by you has he in private been helped andaffectionately disciplined, an now you must stand godfather to him upon...
1872FAIRY TALES OF HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSENTHE STORY OF A MOTHERby Hans Christian AndersenA MOTHER sat by her little child; she was very sad, for she fearedit would die. It was quite pale, and its little eyes were closed,and sometimes it drew a heavy deep breath, almost like a sigh; andthen the mother gazed more sadly than ever on the poor littlecreature. Some one knocked at the door, and a poor old man walkedin. He was wrapped in something that looked like a greathorse-cloth; and he required it truly to keep him warm, for it wascold winter; the country everywhere lay covered with snow and ice
SHERLOCK HOLMESTHE ADVENTURE OF THE CARDBOARD BOXby Sir Arthur Conan DoyleIn choosing a few typical cases which illustrate the remarkablemental qualities of my friend, Sherlock Holmes, I have endeavoured, asfar as possible, to select those which presented the minimum ofsensationalism, while offering a fair field for his talents. It is,however, unfortunately impossible entirely to separate the sensationalfrom the criminal, and a chronicler is left in the dilemma that hemust either sacrifice details which are essential to his statement and...
TWICE-TOLD TALESTHE PROPHETIC PICTURESby Nathaniel HawthorneBUT THIS PAINTER!" cried Walter Ludlow, with animation. "He notonly excels in his peculiar art, but possesses vast acquirements inall other learning and science. He talks Hebrew with Dr. Mather, andgives lectures in anatomy to Dr. Boylston. In a word, he will meet thebest instructed man among us on his own ground. Moreover, he is apolished gentleman- a citizen of the world- yes, a true cosmopolite;for he will speak like a native of each clime and country of the globe...
Former Inhabitants and Winter VisitorsI weathered some merry snow-storms, and spent some cheerfulwinter evenings by my fireside, while the snow whirled wildlywithout, and even the hooting of the owl was hushed. For many weeksI met no one in my walks but those who came occasionally to cut woodand sled it to the village. The elements, however, abetted me inmaking a path through the deepest snow in the woods, for when I hadonce gone through the wind blew the oak leaves into my tracks, wherethey lodged, and by absorbing the rays of the sun melted the snow,...
TOM SWIFT IN THE LAND OF WONDERSTOM SWIFT IN THELAND OF WONDERSBY VICTOR APPLETON1- Page 2-TOM SWIFT IN THE LAND OF WONDERSCHAPTER IA WONDERFUL STORYTom Swift, who had been slowly looking through the pages of amagazine, in the contents of which he seemed to be deeply interested,turned the final folio, ruffled the sheets back again to look at a certain map...