Galusha the Magnificent----by Joseph C. Lincoln
"'But,' says father-right here in this very room I heard him say it one night-'it's that one hundred and fifty shares that worry me. If the Eagle crowd ever COULD buy up those shares they would control, after all, and freeze us out. Freezin' is their business, anyhow,' he said, and laughed that big laugh of his. Seems as if I could hear him laugh now. Ah, hum! . . . But there, let's get under way again or you'll go to sleep before the ship makes port. I declare, that was father's word, too, I'm always quotin' him. . . . Let me see. . . . Oh, yes. . . . When father said that about the one hundred and fifty shares controllin' Cap'n Jethro looked at Raish and Raish looked at him. Then Raish laughed, too, only his laugh isn't much like father's.

Gardening Without Irrigation: or Without Much, Anyway--Steve Solomon
A related problem many backyard gardeners have with establishing the winter and overwintered garden is finding enough space for both the summer and winter crops. The nursery bed solves both these problems. Instead of trying to irrigate the entire area that will eventually be occupied by a winter or overwintered crop at maturity, the seedlings are first grown in irrigated nurseries for transplanting in autumn after the rains come back. Were I desperately short of water I'd locate my nursery where it got only morning sun and sow a week or 10 days earlier to compensate for the slower growth.

Gaston de Latour: an Unfinished Romance
Those who were curious to trace the symmetries of chance or destiny felt now quite secure in observing that, of nine French kings of the name, every third Charles had been a madman. Over the exotic, nervous creature who had inherited so many delicacies of organisation, the coarse rage or rabies of the wolf, part, doubtless, of an inheritance older still, had asserted itself on that terrible night of Saint Bartholomew, at the mere sight, the scent, of blood, in the crime he had at least allowed others to commit; and it was not an unfriendly witness who recorded that, the fever once upon him

Gavon's Eve--E. F. Benson
"That's curious," he said. "I know there is some dim local superstition about the place, but last year certainly Sandy used to laugh at it. I remember asking him what ailed the place, and he said he thought nothing about the rubbish folk talked. But this year you say he avoids it."

Gebir--Walter Savage Landor
The king's lone road, his visit, his return,/ Were not unknown to Dalica, nor long/ The wondrous tale from royal ears delayed./ When the young queen had heard who taught the rites/ Her mind was shaken, and what first she asked/ Was, whether the sea-maids were very fair,/ And was it true that even gods were moved/ By female charms beneath the waves profound,/

General Andrew Jackson and the Bell Witch--M. V. Ingram
Then came the sound of a sharp metallic voice from the bushes, saying, "All right General, let the wagon move on, I will see you again tonight." The men in bewildered astonishment looked in every direction to see if they could discover from whence came the strange voice, but could find no explanation to the mystery. Gen. Jackson exclaimed again, "By the eternal, boys, this is worse than fighting the British."

General Course of Evolutionary Process--Unknown
A few hundred stellar spectra resembling this description are well known, discovered mostly at the Harvard Observatory. Their details differ greatly, but they have certain features in common. The bright lines of helium are extremely rare in stars, but they have been observed in a few stellar spectra. The bright lines of nebulium have never been observed in a true star: they and the radiations in the ultra-violet known as at 3726A, seem to be confined to the nebular state; and the absorption lines of nebulium have never been observed in any spectrum.

George Cruikshank--William Makepeace Thackeray
There must be no smiling with Cruikshank. A man who does not laugh outright is a dullard, and has no heart; even the old dandy of sixty must have laughed at his own wondrous grotesque image, as they say Louis Philippe did, who saw all the caricatures that were made of himself. And there are some of Cruikshank's designs which have the blessed faculty of creating laughter as often as you see them. As Diggory says in the play, who is bidden by his master not to laugh while waiting at table-"Don't tell the story of Grouse in the Gun- room, master, or I can't help laughing."

George Sand, Some Aspects of Her Life and Writings--Rene Doumic
George Sand did not have to wait long for success. She won fame with her first book. With her second one she became rich, or what she considered rich. She tells us that she sold it for a hundred and sixty pounds! That seemed to her the wealth of the world, and she did not hesitate to leave her attic on the Quay St. Michel for a more comfortable flat on Quay Malaquais, which de Latouche gave up to her.

George Thurston: Three Incidents in the Life of a Man
When one is tranquilly looking death in the eye and refusing him any concession one naturally has a good opinion of one's self. I don't know if it was this feeling that in Thurston found expression in a stiffish attitude and folded arms; at the mess table one day, in his absence, another explanation was suggested by our quartermaster, an irreclaimable stammerer when the wine was in: "It's h-is w-ay of m-m-mastering a c-c-consti-t-tutional t-tendency to r-un aw-ay."

Germinal
Etienne, descendu enfin du terri, venait d'entrer au Voreux; et les hommes auxquels il s'adressait, demandant s'il y avait du travail, hochaient la tête, lui disaient tous d'attendre le maître-porion. On le laissait libre, au milieu des bâtiments mal éclairés, pleins de trous noirs, inquiétants avec la complication de leurs salles et de leurs étages. Après avoir monté un escalier obscur à moitié détruit, il s'était trouvé sur une passerelle branlante, puis avait traversé le hangar du criblage,

Giordano Bruno
Could one choose or reject this or that? If God the Spirit had made, nay! was, all things indifferently, then, matter and spirit, the spirit and the flesh, heaven and earth, freedom and necessity, the first and the last, good and evil, would be superficial rather than substantial differences. Only, were joy and sorrow also to be added to the list of phenomena really coincident or indifferent, as some intellectual kinsmen of Bruno have claimed they should?

Glenarvon--Caroline Lamb
The morning sun, when it arose, shone bright and brilliant upon the valley of Altamonte-its gay castle, and its lake. But a threatening cloud obscured the sky, as Camioli raised his eyes and turned them mournfully upon the ruined priory of St. Alvin, and the deserted halls of Belfont.- "Woe to the house of Glenarvon!" he said. "Woe to the house of my patron and benefactor! Desolation and sorrow have fallen upon the mighty. Mourn for the hero who is slain in battle.

God The Invisible King--H. G. Wells
What can this "religion of the future" be but that devotion to the racial adventure under the captaincy of God which we have already found, like gold in the bottom of the vessel, when we have washed away the confusions and impurities of dogmatic religion? By an inquiry setting out from a purely religious starting-point we have already reached conclusions identical with this ultimate refuge of an extreme materialist.

God the Known and God the Unknown--Samuel Butler
Let him think of the vastness of the earth, and of the activity by day and night through countless ages of such countless forms of animal and vegetable life as that no human mind can form the faintest approach to anything that can be called a conception of their multitude, and let him remember that all these forms have touched and touched and touched other living beings till they meet back on a common substance in which they are rooted, and from which they all branch forth so as to be one animal. Will he not in this real and tangible existence find a God who is as much more worthy of admiration than the God of the ordinary Theologian-as He is also more easy of comprehension?

God's Country--And the Woman--James Oliver Curwood
She is different than her mother. Miriam has been always like a flower-a timid wood violet, loving this big world, yet playing no part in it away from my side. Sometimes Josephine frightens me. She will travel a hundred miles by sledge to nurse a sick child, and only last winter she buried herself in a shack filled with smallpox and brought six souls out of it alive! For two weeks she was buried in that hell. That is Mignonne, whom Indian, breed, and white man call L'Ange. Miriam they call La Fleurette. We are two fortunate men, my son!"

God's Good Man--Marie Corelli
Seldom in the placid course of years had St. Rest ever belied its name, or permitted itself to suffer loss of dignity by any undue display of excitement. The arrival of John Walden as minister of the parish,-the re-building of the church, and the discovery of the medieval sarcophagus, which old Josey Letherbarrow always called the Sarky Fagus, together with the consecration ceremony by Bishop Brent,-were the only episodes in ten years that had moved it slightly from its normal calm.

Good Lady Ducayne--Mary E. Braddon
'I put her down at a hundred-not a year less,' replied the parson. 'Her reminiscences all go back to the Regency. She was evidently then in her zenith; and I have heard her say things that showed she was in Parisian society when the First Empire was at its best-before Josephine was divorced.'

Good Stories for Holidays--FRANCES JENKINS OLCOTT
His honesty was strongly illustrated by the way he kept his accounts with his law-partner. When he had taken a fee in the latter's absence, he put one half of it into his own pocket, and laid the other half carefully away, labeling it ``Billy,'' the name by which he familiarly addressed his partner. When asked why he did not make a record of the amount and, for the time being, use the whole, Mr. Lincoln answered: ``Because I promised my mother never to use money belonging to another person.''

Good Wives
Amy looked relieved, but naughty Jo took her at her word, for during the first call she sat with every limb gracefully composed, every fold correctly draped, calm as a summer sea, cool as a snowbank, and as silent as the sphinx. In vain Mrs. Chester alluded to her `charming novel', and the Misses Chester introduced parties, picnics, the opera, and the fashions. Each and all were answered by a smile, a bow, and a demure "Yes" or "No" with the chill on.

Gospels of Anarchy and Other Contemporary Studies--Vernon Lee
Nor is moderation the remedy for all evils. There are in us tendencies to feel and act which survive from times when the mere preservation of individual and of race was desirable quite unconditionally; but which, in our altered conditions, require not moderating, but actually replacing by something more discriminating, less wasteful and mischievous. Vanity, for instance, covetousness, ferocity, are surely destined to be evolved away, the useful work they once accomplished being gradually performed by instincts of more recent growth which spoil less in the process.

Grace Harlowe's Senior Year at High School--Jessie Graham Flower
In spite of their feeling of dislike for him, they were forced to acknowledge that he seemed well-bred, was a young man of apparently good habits and that Oakdale people were rapidly taking him up. Grace privately thought Marian entirely too young to receive the attentions of a man so much older than herself, but Marian's father and mother permitted it, therefore Grace felt that she had no right to judge or object.

Graustark--George Barr McCutcheon
"Not in the least," he gasped, the breath knocked out of his body. Just the same, he was very much alarmed. It was as dark as pitch outside and in, and he could not help wondering how near the edge of the mountain side they were running. A false move of the flying horses and they might go rolling to the bottom of the ravine, hundreds of feet below. Still, he must not let her see his apprehension. "This fellow is considered the best driver in the mountains," he prevaricated. Just then he remembered having detected liquor on the man's breath as he closed the door behind him. Perhaps he was intoxicated!

Greek Studies: A Series of Essays
I have reserved to the last what is perhaps the daintiest treatment of this subject in classical literature, the account of it which Ovid gives in the Fasti--a kind of Roman Calendar--for the seventh of April, the day of the games of Ceres. He tells over again the old story, with much of which, he says, the reader will be already familiar; but he has something also of his own to add to it, which the reader will hear for the first time; and, like one of those old painters who, in depicting a scene of Christian history, drew from their own fancy or experience its special setting and accessories, he translates the story into something very different from the Homeric hymn.

Groundhog--Forrest Pritchard
By this time little Chuck came in with big Chuck, as he was too little to put the wood in by himself. They both saw those ashes all over the place, and little Chuck didn't know what had happened. But he seen that big Chuck was getting a look in his eyes that meant a whipping was coming. He knew he hadn't done it, but instead of trying to explain it to his pa he just lain down the wood while his pa was inspecting the damage, and ran to his room before big Chuck could collar him. Big Chuck weren't so mad.

Guarica, the Charib Bride. A Legend of Hispaniola--Henry William Herbert
"And that they knew right well," said Orozimbo, but I will find them out! And now one word, Guarica-be thou sure that De Leon means thee honor? These Spaniards- aye, the best of them, are but false knaves and liars; and by the sun and moon, and all the hosts of heaven! if he be the villain to deceive thee, and thou the dupe to be deceived, this hand-this very hand of mine-dost understand, Guarica? Girl! girl! I would rather see thee dead-dead by my own hand, than guilty with a Spaniard!"

Guy Garrick
"Afraid-nothing. I tell you, we've got to do it. They're getting too close to us. We've either got to get Garrick or do something that'll call him off for good. Why, man, the whole game is up if he keeps on the way he has been going-let alone the risk we have of getting caught."

Guy Mannering
Ay, ay," said the Laird, who had sought Mannering for some time, and now joined him, "there they go-there go the free-traders-there go Captain Dirk Hatteraick, and the Yungfrauw Hagenslaapen, half Manks, half Dutchman, half devil! run out the bowsprit, up mainsail, top and top-gallant sails, royals, and sky-scrapers, and away,-follow who can! That fellow, Mr. Mannering, is the terror of all the excise and custom-house cruisers; they can make nothing of him; he drubs them, or he distances them

Hadda Padda--Godmunder Kamban
HADDA PADDA. When I lay there on the edge of the gorge, looking down, something dazzlingly white flashed before my eyes. Quite instinctively I reached out for it. It was as if my hands perceived what it was, before my eyes had had time to make it elear to me. It was the string of pearls which bad loosened from my hair. I reached for it without considering how unsafely I was lying there, when suddenly I felt myself slipping down. The sensation cannot be described. While my right hand reached for the pearls which were dropping down into the gorge, my left caught hold of the turf on the brink. I was losing my balance and nothing held me up but a few blades of grass. I felt my heart in my throat, and a cold perspiration over my whole body.

HADJI MURAD
This Hadji Murad was Shamil's naib, famous for his exploits, who used never to ride out without his banner and some dozens of murids, who caracoled and showed off before him. Now wrapped in a hood and burka, from under which protruded a rifle, he rode, a fugitive with one murid only, trying to attract as little attention as possible and peering with his quick black eyes into the faces of those he met on his way. -- Note: Tolstoy's last novel.

Half a Rogue--Harold MacGrath
The anonymous letter is still being written. This is the weapon of the cowardly and envious heart, so filled with venom and malice that it has the courage or brazenness to go about piously proclaiming the word duty. Beware of the woman who has ink-stains on her fingers and a duty to perform; beware of her also who never complains of the lack of time, but who is always harking on duty, duty. Some people live close to the blinds. Oft on a stilly night one hears the blinds rattle never so slightly. Is anything going on next door? Does a carriage stop across the way at two o'clock of a morning?

Hamlet
He was still confident in his great talent, still full of a frank self-adoration and the illimitable pride of an artist, but, although he hardly dared to allow himself to be conscious of it, he had an uneasy feeling that his laurels had begun to fade. Formerly he had never consented to come to the theatre until the director had brought to his hotel the stipulated five hundred roubles, his night's pay, and he had sometimes taken offence in the middle of a play and gone home, swearing with all his might at the director, the manager, and the whole company.

Handley Cross; or, Mr. Jorrocks's Hunt.--Robert Smith Surtees
What a bustle it created in Handley Cross! The poor milliner-girls stitched their fingers into holes, and nothing was seen at the tailors' windows but sky-blue coats lined with pink silk, and canary-coloured shorts. The thing looked well, for fourteen candidates appeared all ready to owe their three guineas for the honour of wearing the uniform, or for the purpose of getting their wives and daughters invited to the ball. It was fixed for the first Monday in November, and it was arranged that the hounds should meet in the neighbourhood on the following day.

Hans Brinker, or The Silver Skates--Mary Mapes Dodge
They had skated but a few moments when Carl Schummel said mockingly to Hilda, "There's a pretty pair just coming upon the ice! The little ragpickers! Their skates must have been a present from the king direct."

HARDBOILED
"Don't git sore, chief. Don't shoot," wailed Louis, raising his arms high behind him. "I ain't heeled, I ain't lookin'for trouble, so help me. I ... I told the D. A. office I was comin' here, honest, in case I got bumped off," he added almost hysterically. "Don't shoot, chief!"

Hardscrabble--John Richardson
Full title: HARDSCRABBLE; or, The Fall of Chicago A Tale of Indian Warfare

Harriet and the Piper
Harriet's heart ached deeply for them all as she watched the Jersey marshes from the car window a few hours later. The poor little pretty girls, gallantly soaking their small hands in dishwater and lye, eager over the church production of "Robin Hood" and a picnic with Uncle David at Asbury! Josephine was to be a stenographer when she finished High School, and little Julia had expressed an angelic ambition to teach a kindergarten class some day. Nina, at their ages, had had her pony, her finishing school, her little silk stockings, and her monogrammed ivory toilet set, her trip to England and France and Italy with her mother and brother and grandmother.

HE DUCHESS OF BERRY AND THE COURT OF CHARLES X--Imbert de St-Amand
The King, Monsieur, the Duke and Duchess of Berry, all showed equal confidence in Madame de Gontaut, and her nomination as Governess of the Children of France was received with general approval and sympathy. A woman of mind and heart, she performed her task with as much zeal as intelligence, and though strict with her two pupils, she made herself beloved by them. She especially applied herself to guard them against the snares of flattery.

He Knew He Was Right
'I have said that nobody is to be admitted. Louis has driven me to that. How can I look the servant in the face and tell him that any special gentleman is not to be admitted to see me? Oh dear! oh dear! have I done anything to deserve it? Was ever so monstrous an accusation made against any woman! If it were not for my boy, I would defy him to do his worst.'

Heart of the Sunset--Rex Beach
"Dave, was you ever treed by wild hogs? That's how them two people kept after me. You'd have thought I'd deprived 'em of their young. I didn't want to hurt 'em, but whenever I'd run they'd tangle my legs. By and by I got so short of breath that I couldn't run, so I fell on top of the man. But the woman got me by the legs and rolled me under. I busted out and hoofed it again, but they caught me and down we went, me on top. Then that man's helpmate grabbed my legs and rolled me over, like she did before.

Heart of the West
"We were in the main dining-room, and there was a fine-dressed crowd there, all talking loud and enjoyable about the two St. Louis topics, the water supply and the colour line. They mix the two subjects so fast that strangers often think they are discussing water-colours; and that has given the old town something of a rep as an art centre. And over in the corner was a fine brass band playing; and now, thinks I, Solly will become conscious of the spiritual oats of life nourishing and exhilarating his system. But nong, mong frang .

Heart-Histories and Life-Pictures
"Guilty, on your own acknowledgment," said the friend, seeing the effect of his words. "Better always to act fairly in these matters of the heart, Florence. If we sow the wind, we will be pretty sure to reap the whirlwind. But come; let me take you down to the Tremont, and introduce you to Colonel Richards. I know he will be glad to make your acquaintance, and will, most probably, give you an invitation to go home with him and spend a week. You can then make all fair with his pretty niece."

Heaven and Earth
Anah. But, Aholibamah, I love our God less since his angel loved me: This cannot be of good; and though I know not That I do wrong, I feel a thousand fears

Helen's Babies--John Habberton
"When did YOU arrive, Mr. Burton?" she asked, "and how long have you been officiating as child's companion? You're certainly a happy-looking trio-so unconventional. I hate to see children all dressed up and stiff as little manikins, when they go out to ride. And you look as if you had been having SUCH a good time with them."

HENDECASYLLABON--Thomas Kyd
Thy prime of youth is frozen with thy faults,/thy feast of ioy is finisht with thy fall:/ Thy crop of corne is tares auailing naughts,/thy good God knowes thy hope, thy hap and all./Short were thy daies, and shadowed was thy sun,/T' obscure thy light unluckelie begun.

Henrietta's Wish
In spite of all the longing wishes expressed during the drive, no ancestral home, beloved by inheritance, could have been entered with more affectionate rapture than that with which Frederick Langford sprung from the carriage, and flew to the arms of his mother, receiving and returning such a caress as could only be known by a boy conscious that he had done nothing to forfeit home love and confidence.

Henry Bibb
Full title: Narrative of the life and adventures of Henry Bibb, an American slave, written by himself

Her First Ball
Laura passed and gave her the faintest little wink; it made Leila wonder for a moment whether she was quite grown up after all. Certainly her partner did not say very much. He coughed, tucked his handkerchief away, pulled down his waistcoat, took a minute thread off his sleeve. But it didn't matter. Almost immediately the band started and her second partner seemed to spring from the ceiling.

Her Letters
The men about him were no longer the friends of yesterday; in each one he discerned a possible enemy. He attended absently to their talk. He was remembering how she had conducted herself toward this one and that one; striving to recall conversations, subtleties of facial expression that might have meant what he did not suspect at the moment, shades of meaning in words that had seemed the ordinary interchange of social amenities.

Her Majesty's Servants--Rudyard Kipling
IT had been raining heavily for one whole month-raining on a camp of thirty thousand men, thousands of camels, elephants, horses, bullocks,, and mules, all gathered together at a place called Rawalpindi, to be reviewed by the Viceroy of India. He was receiving a visit from the Amir of Afghanistan-a wild king of a very wild country; and the Amir had brought with him for a bodyguard eight hundred men and horses who had never seen a camp or a locomotive before in their lives

Herb of Grace--Rosa Nouchette Carey
"You may as well shut your mouth, Caleb, if you have got nothing better to say than that, and if you have not eyes to see the dear lamb is dwindling more and more every day in this cellar of a place. 'Plenty of fresh air and light,' says the doctor, 'and as much nourishment as you can get her to swallow,' and all the winter we have to burn gas or sit in darkness through the livelong day, and the fog choking the breath out of one."

Heretics--G. K. Chesterton
A new morality has burst upon us with some violence in connection with the problem of strong drink; and enthusiasts in the matter range from the man who is violently thrown out at 12.30, to the lady who smashes American bars with an axe. In these discussions it is almost always felt that one very wise and moderate position is to say that wine or such stuff should only be drunk as a medicine. With this I should venture to disagree with a peculiar ferocity. The one genuinely dangerous and immoral way of drinking wine is to drink it as a medicine.

Hermione and Her Little Group of Serious Thinkers--Don Marquis
"Mr. Finch," I said, "I must have TOLD you that - or else it was just a wild guess. You COULDN'T have gotten it psychically. HOW did you know it?"

Hermsprong; or, Man As He Is Not
The latter are, indeed, rather open and engaging, than graceful. There is an ease about him, but it is an unstudied, unimitated ease. It seems his own; and becomes him so well, that he acquiries our good will, almost before he has spoke. That his conversation will support his credit with ladies in general, is more than I dare affirm. I will give you a small specimen, that you may judge for yourself. By the bye, he has a very ugly name; Hermsprong; it sounds monstrous Germanish.

Heroes Every Child Should Know--Hamilton Wright Mabie
But George answered not. Rather he put spurs to his horse and, calling upon his Lord, rushed towards the monster, and, after a terrible and prolonged combat, pinned the mighty hulk to the earth with his lance. Then he called to the maiden to bring him her girdle. With this he bound the dragon fast, and gave the end of the girdle into her hand, and the subdued monster crawled after them like a dog.

Heroes in Black Skins
There was no slave in all the South who had more earnestly longed for freedom than he had, and now the moment had come when he could obtain that for which he had so long wished. I have said that he had nothing to bind him to the Virginia plantation and to slavery. Yes, there was one thing: Moses had given his word to his master that he would protect and support the white people on the plantation during his master's absence, and no promise of freedom could make him break his word.

Heroes of the Telegraph--J. Munro
Similarly the telegraph is not to be regarded as the work of any one mind, but of many, and during a long course of years. Because at length the final seedling is obtained, are we to overlook the antecedent varieties from which it was produced, and without which it could not have existed? Because one inventor at last succeeds in putting the telegraph in operation, are we to neglect his predecessors, whose attempts and failures were the steps by which he mounted to success? All who have extended our knowledge of electricity, or devised a telegraph, and familiarised the public mind with the advantages of it, are deserving of our praise and gratitude, as well as he who has entered into their labours, and by genius and perseverance won the honours of being the first to introduce it.

HEX
Yet the bronze man thought of Monk's note, of the house known as No. 22. He himself had visited the house after his escape from the jail. And Doc, too-as Renny had when first driving through here at night-had found this one in the row of old frame houses, mysteriously boarded up with steel-shuttered doors and windows-a veritable fortress that defied admittance.

Hilda Wade--Grant Allen
"Dear Hubert,"-she turned to me with an indulgent smile,-"for a clever man, you are really TOO foolish! Can't you see that you have betrayed my whereabouts to Sebastian? I crept away secretly, like a thief in the night, giving no name or place; and, having the world to ransack, he might have found it hard to track me; for HE had not YOUR clue of the Basingstoke letter-nor your reason for seeking me. But now that YOU have followed me openly, with your name blazoned forth in the company's passenger-lists, and your traces left plain in hotels and stages across the map of South Africa-why, the spoor is easy. If Sebastian cares to find us, he can follow the scent all through without trouble."

HIRA SINGH: WHEN INDIA CAME TO FIGHT IN FLANDERS
I said no more because I knew he was right. If he should shoot Gooja Singh the troopers would ascribe it to nothing else than fear. A British officer might do it and they would say, "Behold how he scorns to shirk responsibility!" Yet of Ranjoor Singh they would have said, "He fears us, and behold the butchery begins! Who shall be next?" Nevertheless, had I stood in his shoes, I would have shot and buried Gooja Singh to forestall trouble. I would have shot Gooja Singh and the Turk and Tugendheim all three with one volley. And the Turk's forty men would have met a like fate at the first excuse.

Hiram The Young Farmer--Burbank L. Todd
When he found a weak or rotting post, he pulled the staples that held the strands of wire to it and and then set the trestle alongside the post. Resting the lever on the trestle, he dropped the end link of the chain on the hook, looped the chain around the post, and hooked on with another link. Bearing down on the lever brought the post out of the ground every time.

His Dog--Albert Payson Terhune
Into the hallowed precinct Link piloted the much-interested Chum. There he paused for a dazzled instant. The putting green and the fore-lawn in front of the field-stone clubhouse had been covered with a mass of wooden alleyways, each lined with a double row of stalls about two feet from the ground, carpeted with straw and having individual zinc water troughs in front of them. In nearly every one of these "benches" was tied a dog.

His Unconquerable Enemy--W. C. Morrow
The rajah's palace was a noble structure, but it is necessary here to describe only the grand hall. It was an immense chamber, with a floor of polished, inlaid stone and a lofty, arched ceiling. A soft light stole into it through stained glass set in the roof and in high windows on one side. In the middle of the room was a rich fountain, which threw up a tall, slender column of water, with smaller and shorter jets grouped around it. Across one end of the hail, halfway to the ceiling, was a balcony, which communicated with the upper story of a wing, and from which a flight of stone stairs descended to the floor of the hall. During the hot summers this room was delightfully cool; it was the rajah's favorite lounging place, and when the nights were hot he had his cot taken thither, and there he slept.

Histoire d'un casse-noisette--Alexandre Dumas
Il faut tout dire aussi, car on croirait que notre sympathie pour l'illustre milice citoyenne dont nous faisons partie nous aveugle: ce n'était pas la faute des hussards et des fantassins de Fritz s'ils n'étaient pas en mesure aussi rapidement que les autres. Fritz, après avoir placé les sentinelles perdues et les postes avancés, avait caserné le reste de son armée dans quatre boîtes qu'il avait refermées sur elle.

Histoire des Voyages de Scarmentado--Voltaire
Cet état était continuellement en proie aux guerres civiles, quelquefois pour une place au conseil, quelquefois pour deux pages de controverse. Il y avait plus de soixante ans que ce feu, tantôt couvert et tantôt soufflé avec violence, désolait ces beaux climats. C'étaient là les libertés de l'Église gallicane.

History of James the Second--Charles James Fox
Let Rumbold's declaration, then, be examined upon these principles, and we shall find that it has every character of truth, without a single circumstance to discredit it. He was so far from entertaining any hope of pardon, that he did not seem even to wish it; and indeed if he had had any such chimerical object in view, he must have known that to have supplied the government with a proof of the Rye House assassination plot, would be a more likely road at least, than a steady denial, to obtain it.

History of the Catholic Church from the Renaissance to the French Revolution, V 2--Rev. James MacCaf
The king met the demands for the maintenance of the old faith, the restoration of the liberties of the Church, and the dismissal of ministers like Cromwell by a long explanation and defence of his political and religious policy, and the messengers returned to announce that the Duke of Norfolk was coming for another conference. Many of the leaders argued that the time for peaceful remonstrances had passed, and that the issue could be decided now only by the sword. Had their advice been acted upon the results might have been disastrous for the king, but the extreme loyalty of both the leaders and people, and the fear that civil war in England would lead to a new Scottish invasion, determined the majority to exhaust peaceful means before having recourse to violence.

History of the Catholic Church from the Renaissance to the French Revolution, V1--Rev. James MacCaff
To further their propaganda without at the same time attracting the notice of the civil authorities the rationalist party had recourse to various devices. Pamphlets and books were published, professedly descriptive of manners and customs in foreign countries, but directed in reality against civil and religious institutions in France. Typical examples of this class of literature were the Persian Letters of Montesquieu, A Description of the Island of Borneo by Fontanelle, The Life of Mohammed by Henri de Bouillon Villiers, and a Letter on the English from the pen of Voltaire. The greatest and most successful work undertaken by them for popularising their ideas was undoubtedly the Encyclopedie.

HISTORY of the CHRISTIAN CHURCH, VOLUME I. APOSTOLIC CHRISTIAINITY
Begins the eight-volume series by PHILIP SCHAFF

HISTORY of the CHRISTIAN CHURCH, VOLUME II. ANTE-NICENE CHRISTIAINITY
Thus Tertullian tells of a company of Christians in Ephesus, who begged martyrdom from the heathen governor, but after a few had been executed, the rest were sent away by him with the words: "Miserable creatures, if you really wish to die, you have precipices and halters enough." Though this error was far less discreditable than the opposite extreme of the cowardly fear of man, yet it was contrary to the instruction and the example of Christ and the apostles,6 3 and to the spirit of true martyrdom, which consists in the union of sincere humility and power, and possesses divine strength in the very consciousness of human weakness.

HISTORY of the CHRISTIAN CHURCH, VOLUME III. NICENE AND POST-NICENE CHRISTIAINITY
The internal conflict between heathenism and Christianity presents the same spectacle of dissolution on the one hand and conscious power on the other. And here the Nicene age reaped the fruit of the earlier apologists, who ably and fearlessly defended the truth of the true religion and refuted the errors of idolatry in the midst of persecution. 108 The literary opposition to Christianity had already virtually exhausted itself, and was now thrown by the great change of circumstances into apology for heathenism; while what was then apology on the Christian side now became triumphant polemics.

HISTORY of the CHRISTIAN CHURCH, VOLUME IV. MEDIAEVAL CHRISTIAINITY
The conversion of the new and savage races which enter the theatre of history at the threshold of the middle ages, was the great work of the Christian church from the sixth to the tenth century. Already in the second or third century, Christianity was carried to the Gauls, the Britons and the Germans on the borders of the Rhine. But these were sporadic efforts with transient results. The work did not begin in earnest till the sixth century, and then it went vigorously forward to the tenth and twelfth, though with many checks and temporary relapses caused by civil wars and foreign invasions.

HISTORY of the CHRISTIAN CHURCH, VOLUME V. THE MIDDLE AGES
His aged and feeble successor, Lucius III., was elected, Sept. 1, 1181, by the cardinals alone. The Romans, deprived of their former share in the election, treated him with barbarous cruelty; they captured twenty or twenty-six of his partisans at Tusculum, blinded them, except one, crowned them with paper mitres inscribed with the names of cardinals, mounted them on asses, and forced the priest whom they had spared to lead them in this condition to "Lucius, the wicked simoniac." He died in exile at Verona where he held an important synod.

HISTORY of the CHRISTIAN CHURCH, VOLUME VI. THE MIDDLE AGES
In England, Boniface met with sharp resistance. Edward I., 1272-1307, was on the throne. The pope attempted to prevent him from holding the crown of Scotland, claiming it as a papal fief from remote antiquity.10 The English parliament, 1301, gave a prompt and spirited reply. The English king was under no obligation to the papal see for his temporal acts.11 The dispute went no further. The conflict between Boniface and France is reserved for more prolonged treatment.

HISTORY of the CHRISTIAN CHURCH, VOLUME VII. THE HISTORY OF THE REFORMATION
The signs of the times point to a new era in the ever onward March of Christ's kingdom. God alone foreknows the future, and sees the end from the beginning. We poor mortals know only "in part," and see "in a mirror, darkly." But, as the plans of Providence unfold themselves, the prospect widens, old prejudices melt away, and hope and charity expand with our vision. The historian must be impartial, without being neutral or indifferent. He must follow the footsteps of Divine Providence, which shapes our ends, and guides all human events in the interest of truth, righteousness, and peace.

HISTORY of the CHRISTIAN CHURCH, VOLUME VIII. THE HISTORY OF THE REFORMATION
This volume concludes the history of the productive period of the Reformation, in which Luther, Zwingli, and Calvin were the chief actors. It follows the Protestant movement in German, Italian, and French Switzerland, to the close of the sixteenth century.

History of the Moravian Church--J. E. Hutton
"That," replied Schöneich, "is quite impossible. I cannot give any security whatever. The whole business must be perfectly secret. Not a soul must be present but Augusta and myself. I wouldn't have the King know about this for a thousand groschen. Tell Augusta not to be afraid of me. I have no instructions concerning him. He can come with an easy mind to Leitomischl. If he will not trust me as far as that, let him name the place himself, and I will go though it be a dozen miles away."

History of the Warfare of Science with Theology in Christendom--Andrew Dickson White
Here, too, the change from the old theological view based upon the letter of our sacred books to the modern scientific view based upon evidence absolutely irrefragable is complete. Here, too, we are at the beginning of a vast change in the basis and modes of thought upon man-a change even more striking than that accomplished by Copernicus and Galileo, when they substituted for a universe in which sun and planets revolved about the earth a universe in which the earth is but the merest grain or atom revolving with other worlds, larger and smaller, about the sun; and all these forming but one among innumerable systems.

History of United Netherlands, 1584-86--John Lothrop Motley
The Queen was disappointed, but stood firm. She had been slow in taking her resolution, but she was unflinching when her mind was made up. Instead of retreating from her, position, now that it became doubly dangerous, she advanced several steps nearer towards her allies. For it was obvious, if more precious time should be lost, that Holland and Zeeland would share the fate of Antwerp. Already the belief, that, with the loss of that city, all had been lost, was spreading both in the Provinces and in England, and Elizabeth felt that the time had indeed come to confront the danger.

History of United Netherlands, 1586-89--John Lothrop Motley
While the eternal disputes between Leicester and the States were going on both in Holland and in England, while the secret negotiations between Alexander Farnese and Queen slowly proceeding at Brussels and Greenwich, the Duke, notwithstanding the destitute condition of his troops, and the famine which prevailed throughout the obedient Provinces, had succeeded in bringing a little army of five thousand foot, and something less than one thousand horse, into the field. A portion of this force he placed under the command of the veteran La Motte. That distinguished campaigner had assured the commander-in-chief that the reduction of the city would be an easy achievement. Alexander soon declared that the enterprise was the most difficult one that he had ever undertaken.

History of United Netherlands, 1590-99--John Lothrop Motley
During the past quarter of a century there had been tragic scenes enough in France, but now the only man who could have conducted Philip's schemes to a tragic if not a successful issue was gone. Friendly death had been swifter than Philip, and had removed Alexander from the scene before his master had found fitting opportunity to inflict the disgrace on which he was resolved. Meantime, Charles Mansfeld made a feeble attempt to lead an army from the Netherlands into France, to support the sinking fortunes of the League; but it was not for that general-of-artillery to attempt the well-graced part of the all-accomplished Farnese with much hope of success. A considerable force of Spanish infantry, too, had been sent to Paris, where they had been received with much enthusiasm; a very violent and determined churchman, Sega, archbishop of Piacenza, and cardinal- legate, having arrived to check on the part of the holy father any attempt by the great wavering heretic to get himself readmitted into the fold of the faithful.

History of United Netherlands, 1600-09--John Lothrop Motley
As the awful consequences of religious freedom, men pointed with a shudder to the condition of nations already speeding on the road to ruin, from which the two peninsulas at least had been saved. Yet the British empire, with the American republic still an embryo in its bosom, France, North Germany, and other great powers, had hardly then begun their headlong career. Whether the road of religious liberty was leading exactly to political ruin, the coming centuries were to judge.

Hoboken: A Romance of New York
He opened the door, entered, closed it after him, and was alone with the object of his hopes and his fears. His countenance and manner must have betrayed emotion, for Miss Elton, who was standing by a table carelessly turning over some new engravings, on looking up, exclaimed,

Hobomok--Lydia Child
"It is a shame on us that an Indian must teach us who is 'our shield and our buckler," observed Mr. Conant. "To my mind there is more danger of Satan's killing us with the rat's-bane of toleration, than the Lord's taking us off with the Indian arrows. It behoveth the watchmen of Israel to be on their guard, for false prophets and false Christs are abroad in the land. 'One saith he is in the desert, and another saith he is in the secret chambers;' and much reason have the elect to laud the God of Israel, that his right hand upholdeth them in slippery places."

Home Lights and Shadows
Mrs. Herbert did not utter the threat which came to her lips; for her mind shrunk from the thought of punishing her child, especially as his fault was a consequence of her own actions. But, as he continued to cry on, and in a louder voice, she not only began to feel excessively annoyed, but deemed it her duty to compel a cessation of what could do no possible good, but rather harm.

Home Scenes, and Home Influence
"It cannot be helped now," said my husband, in a tone of regret. "But I would be more thoughtful in future. The poor always have need of their money. Their daily labour rarely does more than supply their daily wants. I can never forget a circumstance that occurred when I was a boy. My mother was left a widow when I was but nine years old-and she was poor. It was by the labour of her hands that she obtained shelter and food for herself and three little ones.

Homo Sum--Georg Ebers
"You will seek in vain," replied Petrus, commanding himself with difficulty. "My word is yea or nay, and I repeat once more no, we harbor neither her nor him. As for Dorothea and myself-neither of us is inclined to interfere in your concerns, but neither will we permit another-be he whom he may-to interfere in ours. This threshold shall never be crossed by any but those to whom I grant permission, or by the emperor's judge, to whom I must yield. You, I forbid to enter. Sirona is not here, and you would do better to seek her elsewhere than to fritter away your time here."

HOMOEOPATHIC TREATMENT: A School Story
Buxton protested. Was he a slave? That was what Buxton would like to know. He was sure that there was no school rule against the use of scent as a precaution against germs. He didn't want germs. He was certain that his mother would not like it if he had germs. It was a shame that you were sent to schools where you were made to have germs.

Homosexuality: The Psychology of the Creative Process
When knowledge and insight do not enter the service of an ideal, they become the tools of self-aggrandizing behavior. Knowledge bestows competitive advantage when it is used as a private asset. Communication based on special knowledge may be used to impress others, especially if the individual is secretive and dishonest in failing to tell all he knows. The self-aggrandizing use of information has great practical applications in the adaptive life of human beings. When such methods are used in the surplus emotional life, intruding on the area which belongs to deep feeling and its concomitant insights, love can degenerate into a destructive force. There is a fear of love in the civilized world, based on this tendency for entrapment and exploitation.

Hope Leslie, Volume 1
The house at Bethel had, both in front and in rear, a portico, or, as it was more humbly, and therefore more appropriately named, a shed; that in the rear, was a sort of adjunct to the kitchen, and one end of it was enclosed for the purpose of a bed-room, and occupied by Magawisca. Everell found Digby sitting at the other extremity of this portico; his position was prudently chosen. The moon was high, and the heavens clear, and there concealed and sheltered by the shadow of the roof, he could, without being seen, command the whole extent of cleared ground that bordered on the forest, whence the foe would come, if he came at all.

Hope Leslie, Volume 2--Catharine Maria Sedgwick
. It was not even surmised by the popular voice, that the bold attempt had been made on account of the Indian woman. The magistrates had very discreetly refrained from disclosing her connection with state affairs, as every alarm about the rising of the Indians, threw the colony, especially the women and children, into a state of the greatest agitation. The imprisonment of Magawisca was, therefore, looked upon as a transient and prudential and domiciliary arrangement, to prevent the possibility of any concert betweenher and the recovered captive, Faith Leslie, who was known to be pining for her Indian friends.

How and When to Be Your Own Doctor--Dr. Isabelle A. Moser with Steve Solomon
The most effective medicine in my arsenal is water fasting followed closely in potency by other, less rigorous detoxifying diets. Colon cleansing ranks next in healing power. In fact it is difficult to separate colon cleansing from fasting because detoxification programs should always be accompanied by colon cleansing. Further down the scale of efficatiousness comes dietary reform to eliminate allergic reactions and to present the body with foods it is capable of digesting without creating toxemia.

How Fear Departed from the Long Gallery--E. F. Benson
The watchers in the room below ran upstairs startled by the crash of his fallen body, and found him lying in the grip of some dread convulsion. Just before morning he regained consciousness and told his tale. Then pointing with trembling and ash-grey finger towards the door, he screamed aloud, and so fell back dead.

HOW HE LEFT THE HOTEL--Louisa Baldwin
Sometimes, when he was alone in the lift, he'd speak to me. He asked me in what regiment I'd served, and said he knew the officers in it. But I can't say he was comfortable to talk to. There was something stand-off about him, and he always seemed deep in his own thoughts. He never sat down in the lift. Whether it was empty or full he stood bolt upright under the lamp, where the light fell on his pale face and scarred cheek.

How He Left the Hotel--Louisa Baldwin
One day in February I didn't take the Colonel up in the lift, and as he was regular as clockwork, I noticed it, but I supposed he'd gone away for a few days, and I thought no more about it. Whenever I stopped on the fourth floor the door of Number 210 was shut, and as he often left it open, I made sure the Colonel was away. At the end of a week I heard a chambermaid say that Colonel Saxby was ill, so thinks I that's why he hadn't been in the lift lately.

How Hefty Burke Got Even
"You'll look like a fool standing on his head in a snow-bank if you talk impudent to me," said Hefty epigrammatically, from behind the barrier of his iron mask. What might have happened next did not happen, because at that moment the music sounded for the grand march, and Hefty and the policeman were swept apart by the crowd of Indians, Mexicans, courtiers, negro minstrels, and clowns. Hefty stamped across the waxed floor about as lightly as a safe could do it if a safe could walk.

How I Found Livingstone--Sir Henry M. Stanley
I imagine that these ant-hills were formed during a remarkably wet season, when, possibly, the forest-clad plain was inundated. I have seen the ants at work by thousands, engaged in the work of erecting their hills in other districts suffering from inundation. What a wonderful system of cells these tiny insects construct! A perfect labyrinth--cell within cell, room within room, hall within hall--an exhibition of engineering talents and high architectural capacity--a model city, cunningly contrived for safety and comfort!

How Superior Powers Ought To Be Obeyed--Christopher Goodman
Full title: How Superior Powers Ought To Be Obeyed By Their Subjects: And Wherein They May Lawfully By God's Word Be Disobeyed And Resisted. Wherein also is declared the cause of all this present misery in England, and the only way to remedy the same.

How the Brigadier Played for a Kingdom--Arthur Conan Doyle
I should not have feared to ride by the road through the wood, for I have learned in Spain that the safest time to pass through a guerilla country is after an outrage, and that the moment of danger is when all is peaceful. When I came to look upon my map, however, I saw that Hof lay further to the south of me, and that I might reach it more directly by keeping to the moors.

How the Man Came to Twinkling Island--Melville Chater
To this she vouchsafed nothing, but swung onward, shifting her heavy basket from one hand to the other; then a strong grasp intervened, and she found herself burdenless. In the village streets of Potuck and Nogantic, shamefaced lads had offered such help a hundred times, and she had accepted it, flattered by their homage; but the quick, silent action of this big, red-haired man thrilled her with strange anger.

HOW THE THIRD FLOOR KNEW THE POTTERIES--Amelia B. Edwards
I drew back for a moment, hesitating whether to knock or ring, when a sound of voices in the passage, and the sudden gleaming of a bright line of light under the door, warned me that someone was coming out. Taken by surprise, and quite unprepared for the moment with anything to say, I shrank back behind the porch, and waited until those within should have passed out. The door opened, and the light streamed suddenly upon the roses and the wet gravel.

How To Write A Blackwood Article
"Having determined upon your subject, you must next consider the tone, or manner, of your narration. There is the tone didactic, the tone enthusiastic, the tone natural-all common-place enough. But then there is the tone laconic, or curt, which has lately come much into use. It consists in short sentences. Somehow thus: Can't be too brief. Can't be too snappish. Always a full stop. And never a paragraph.

HOW WE GOT UP THE GLENMUTCHKIN RAILWAY--W. E. AYTOUN
"Ah!" said she, "I see you are a congenial spirit. How delightful, and yet how rare it is to meet with any one who thinks in unison with yourself! Do you ever walk in the Necropolis, Mr. Dunshunner? It is my favourite haunt of a morning. There we can wean ourselves, as it were, from life, and, beneath the melancholy yew and cypress, anticipate the setting star. How often there have I seen the procession-the funeral of some very, very little child"--

HOWARD CHASE, RED HILL, KANSAS--CHARLES M SHELDON
She recalled, sitting there on the High School steps, just how she touched every other tie as she ran, and the life-time of horror she felt in the one second when she slipped and fell within ten feet of the other end of the bridge and said to herself, "It is all over." And the next second she was on her feet again, feeling the hot breath of the monster as it came charging into the opening, and she was outside, half way down the bank up to her ankles in the sand and cinders sobbing hysterically and yet with a curious feeling of pride over her escape and a half formed promise to try it again, such as one feels, they say, who has charged up a hill in battle and escaped unhurt among the bullets that have killed half the regiment

Hugues, the Wer-Wolf--Sutherland Menzies
Yet, despite that recklessness and anguish which clouded his features, one, incredulous of his atrocities, could not have failed to admire the savage beauty of his head, cast in nature's noblest mould, crowned with a profusion of waving hair, and set upon shoulders whose robust and harmonious proportions were discoverable through the tattered attire investing them.

Humplebee
'My governor's going to make your fortune, Humpy!' cried Leonard. 'He told me so, and when he says a thing he means it. He's going to start you in business when you leave school; most likely you'll go into his own office. How will you like that, Humpy? My governor thinks no end of you; says you're a brick, and so you are. I shan't forget that you pulled me out of that hole, old chap. We shall be friends all our lives, you know. Tell me what you thought of my governor?'

Hunting Sketches
And there is much excellent good sense in the mode of riding adopted by such gentlemen. Some men ride for hunting, some for jumping, and some for exercise; some, no doubt, for all three of these things. Given a man with a desire for the latter, no taste for the second, and some partiality for the first, and he cannot do better than ride in the manner I am describing. He may be sure that he will not find himself alone; and he may be sure also that he will incur none of that ridicule which the non-hunting man is disposed to think must be attached to such a pursuit.

Hyperion. Volume 1--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
"By the way," interrupted the Baron, "did you ever read Hoffmann's beautiful story of Master Martin, the Cooper of Nuremberg? I will read it to you this very night. It is the most delightful picture of that age, which you can conceive. But look! the sun has already set behindthe Alsatian hills. Let us go up to the castle and look for the ghost in Prince Ruprecht's tower. O, what a glorious sunset!"

Hyperion. Volume 2--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tell me, my soul, why art thou restless? Why dost thou look forward to the future with such strong desire? The present is thine,-and the past;-and the future shall be! O that thou didst look forward to the great hereafter with half the longing wherewith thou longest for an earthly future,-which a few days at most will bring thee! to the meeting of the dead, as to the meeting of the absent! Thou glorious spirit-land!

HYSTERIA AS A WEAPON IN MARITAL CONFLICTS--A. MYERSON, M.D.
From her fifteenth year the patient has been subject to fainting spells. By all accounts they come on usually after quarrels, disagreements or disappointments. They are not accompanied by blanching, by clonic or tonic movements of any kind, they last for uncertain periods ranging from five minutes to an hour or more, and consciousness does not seem to be totally lost. In addition she has vomiting spells, these likewise occurring when balked in her desires.

I Can't Breathe
I wrote to Gordon yesterday, but I didn't say anything about Walter because I don't think it is a thing a person ought to do by letter. I can tell him when he gets to New York and then I will be sure that he doesn't take it too hard and I can promise him that I will be friends with him always and make him promise not to do anything silly, while if I told it to him in a letter there is no telling what he would do, there all alone.

I Want to Know Why
Sunstreak is different. He is a stallion and nervous and belongs on the biggest farm we've got in our country, the Van Riddle place that belongs to Mr. Van Riddle of New York. Sunstreak is like a girl you think about sometimes but never see. He is hard all over and lovely too. When you look at his head you want to kiss him. He is trained by Jerry Tillford who knows me and has been good to me lots of times, lets me walk into a horse's stall to look at him close and other things.

I Will Repay!
And God spoke to her at last; through the eternal vistas of boundless universe, from that heaven which had known no pity, His voice came to her now, clear, awesome, and implacable:

Ida Hauchawout--Theodore Dreiser
But the figure in the coffin, embedded in such voluptuous materiality at so late a date, she who had followed the plow and pitched hay, struck me as remarkable. Her hair was thick and coarse, but smoothly plaited and laid - red hair. The large, bony head, with the wide mouth and small nose, looked tired indeed. But one strong arm held snugly the minute infant that had never known life pressed close to her breast and big yearning face.

IL PRINCIPE--NICCOLO MACHIAVELLI
L'armi ausiliarie, che sono l'altre armi inutili, sono quando si chiama uno potente che con le arme sue ti venga ad aiutare e defendere: come fece ne' prossimi tempi papa Iulio; il quale, avendo visto nella impresa di Ferrara la trista pruova delle sue armi mercennarie, si volse alle ausiliarie, e convenne con Ferrando re di Spagna che con le sua gente et eserciti dovesse aiutarlo.

Imagionary Portraits
Almost every people, as we know, has had its legend of a "golden age" and of its return--legends which will hardly be forgotten, however prosaic the world may become, while man himself remains the aspiring, never quite contented being he is. And yet in truth, since we are no longer children, we might well question the advantage of the return to us of a condition of life in which, by the nature of the case, the values of things would, so to speak, lie wholly on their surfaces

Imitation of Christ--Thomas A Kempis
I will speak unto my Lord who am but dust and ashes. If I count myself more, behold Thou standest against me, and my iniquities bear true testimony, and I cannot gainsay it. But if I abase myself, and bring myself to nought, and shrink from all self-esteem, and grind myself to dust, which I am, Thy grace will be favourable unto me, and Thy light will be near unto my heart; and all self-esteem, how little soever it be, shall be swallowed up in the depths of my nothingness, and shall perish for ever.

Immortals Crowned by the French Academy: A Romance of Youth, entire
The complete text by Francois Coppee.

Immortals Crowned by the French Academy: A Romance of Youth, v1
The quarter had not changed, and it still had the appearance of a suburban faubourg. They had just erected, within gunshot of the house where the Violettes and Gerards lived, a large five-story building, upon whose roof still trembled in the wind the masons' withered bouquets. But that was all. In front of them, on the lot "For Sale," enclosed by rotten boards, where one could always see tufts of nettles and a goat tied to a stake, and upon the high wall above which by the end of April the lilacs hung in their perfumed clusters

Immortals Crowned by the French Academy: A Romance of Youth, v2
The young man's gayety left him suddenly when he looked at his father, who had seated himself on the side of the bed. He had become almost frightful to look at; old before his time, livid of complexion, his eyes bloodshot, the rebellious lock of hair straggling over his right temple. Nothing was more heartbreaking than his senile smile when he placed his bony trembling hands upon his thighs. Amedee, who knew, alas, why his father had reached such a pass, felt his heart moved with pity and shame.

Immortals Crowned by the French Academy: A Romance of Youth, v3
This emotion, let it be understood, did not exist except among the literary men. The politicians disdained poets and poetry, and did not trouble them selves over such commonplace matters. They had affairs of a great deal more importance to determine the overthrow of the government first, then to remodel the map of Europe! What was necessary to over throw the Empire? First, conspiracy; second, barricades. Nothing was easier than to conspire. Every body conspired at the Seville.

Immortals Crowned by the French Academy: A Romance of Youth, v4
Truly this National Guard did not make a bad appearance. They were a trifle awkward, perhaps, in their dark-blue hooded cloaks, with their tin-plate buttons, and armed with breech-loading rifles, and encumbered with canteens, basins, and pouches, all having an unprepared and too-new look. They all came from the best parts of the city, with accelerated steps and a loud beating of drums, and headed, if you please, by their major on horseback, a truss-maker, who had formerly been quartermaster of the third hussars.

Immortals Crowned by the French Academy: An Attic Philosopher, entire
The complete text, by Emile Souvestre.

Immortals Crowned by the French Academy: An Attic Philosopher, v1
All the enjoyment of my walk was gone; I left off looking about me, and retired into my own heart. The animated and moving sight in the streets gave place to inward meditation upon all the painful problems which have been written for the last four thousand years at the bottom of each human struggle, but which are propounded more clearly than ever in our days.

Immortals Crowned by the French Academy: An Attic Philosopher, v2
Whether it is that the countrywoman saw in this act a determination to escape her claims, or that she was blinded by passion, I cannot say; but she rushed into the next room, where I heard the sounds of quarrelling, with which the cries of the child were soon mingled. The joiner, who was still rummaging in the till, was startled, and raised his head.

Immortals Crowned by the French Academy: An Attic Philosopher, v3
I remained for some time lost in the sort of insensibility belonging to a first sleep; at last some vague and broken sensations came over me. It seemed to me that the day grew darker, that the air became colder. I half perceived bushes covered with the scarlet berries which foretell the coming of winter. I walked on a dreary road, bordered here and there with juniper-trees white with frost. Then the scene suddenly changed. I was in the diligence; the cold wind shook the doors and windows; the trees, loaded with snow, passed by like ghosts; in vain I thrust my benumbed feet into the crushed straw.

Immortals Crowned by the French Academy: Conscience, entire
The complete text, by Hector Malot.

Immortals Crowned by the French Academy: Conscience, v1
Behold my situation! I am desperate because there is no one to whom I can apply; those whom I have asked for money have not listened to me; I have told you that I have no relatives, and neither have I any friends-perhaps because I am not amiable. And then I thought of you. You know me. You know that people say I have a future before me. At the end of three months I shall be a doctor in the hospitals; my competitors admit that I shall not miss admission; I have undertaken some experiments that will, perhaps, give me fame. Will you give me your hand?"

Immortals Crowned by the French Academy: Conscience, v2
His first thought was to endeavor to explain to himself how he felt, and he found that it was an immense relief; something, doubtless, analogous to the returning to life after being in a state of asphyxiation. Physically, he was calm; morally, he felt no remorse. He was right, therefore, in his theory when he told Phillis that in the intelligent man remorse precedes the action, instead of following it.

Immortals Crowned by the French Academy: Conscience, v3
He had not a second of doubt; Madame Dammauville did not wish a professional visit from him. She wished to speak to him of Caffie, and, in the coming crisis, he said to himself that perhaps it was fortunate that it was so; at least he would be first to know what she had decided to do, and he could defend himself. Nothing is hopeless as long as a struggle is possible.

Immortals Crowned by the French Academy: Conscience, v4
Decidedly, to make others happy was the best thing in the world, and as long as one could have this satisfaction there was no fear of being unhappy. To create an atmosphere of happiness for others is to profit by it at the same time.

Immortals Crowned by the French Academy: Cosmopolis, entire
The complete text, by Paul Bourget.

Immortals Crowned by the French Academy: Cosmopolis, v1
There is an intelligent man, who never questions his ideas, " said Dorsenne to himself, when the Marquis had left him. "He is like the Socialists. What vigor of mind in that old wornout machine!" And for a brief moment he watched, with a glance in which there was at least as much admiration as pity, the Marquis, who was disappearing down the Rue de la Propagande, and who walked at the rapid pace characteristic of monomaniacs. They follow their thoughts instead of heeding objects.

Immortals Crowned by the French Academy: Cosmopolis, v2
Dorsenne was, on formulating that fantastic thought, upon the point of retiring. He took up, as was his habit, one of the books on his table, in order to read a few pages, when once in bed. He had thus within his reach the works by which he strengthened his doctrine of intransitive intellectuality; they were Goethe's Memoirs; a volume of George Sand's correspondence, in which were the letters to Flaubert; the 'Discours de la Methode' by Descartes, and the essay by Burckhart on the Renaissance.

Immortals Crowned by the French Academy: Cosmopolis, v3
It was almost six o'clock before Maud Gorka really regained consciousness. A very common occurrence aroused her from the somnambulism of suffering in which she had wandered for two hours. The storm which had threatened since noon at length broke. Maud, who had scarcely heeded the first large drops, was forced to seek shelter when the clouds suddenly burst, and she took refuge at the right extremity of the colonnade of St. Peter's. How had she gone that far?

Immortals Crowned by the French Academy: Cosmopolis, v4
Her friend's tears had relieved sad Alba's heart while she held that friend in her arms, quivering with sorrow and pity; but when she was gone, and Madame Steno's daughter was alone, face to face with her thoughts, a greater distress seized her. The pity which her companion in misery had shown for her-was it not one more proof that she was right in mistrusting her mother? Alas! The miserable child did not know that while she was plunged in despair, there was in Rome and in her immediate vicinity a creature bent upon realizing a mad vow.

Immortals Crowned by the French Academy: Fromont and Risler, entire
The complete text by Alphonse Daudet.

Immortals Crowned by the French Academy: Fromont and Risler, v1
Cousin Georges, whose guardian M. Fromont was, had entered college some time before. Claire in her turn took her departure for the convent with the outfit of a little queen; and at that very time the Chebes were discussing the question of apprenticing Sidonie to some trade. They promised to love each other as before and to meet twice a month, on the Sundays that Claire was permitted to go home.

Immortals Crowned by the French Academy: Fromont and Risler, v2
Celibates both, they were bound together by an equal hatred of marriage. The sister abhorred all men, the brother looked upon all women with suspicion; but they adored each other, each considering the other an exception to the general perversity of the sex.

Immortals Crowned by the French Academy: Fromont and Risler, v3
The doctors declare that she is dying of pneumonia; she must have contracted it in her wet clothes. The doctors are mistaken; it is not pneumonia. Is it her love, then, that is killing her? No. Since that terrible night she no longer thinks of Frantz, she no longer feels that she is worthy to love or to be loved. Thenceforth there is a stain upon her spotless life, and it is of the shame of that and of nothing else that she is dying.

Immortals Crowned by the French Academy: Fromont and Risler, v4
It was broad daylight when Fromont Jeune awoke. All night long, between the drama that was being enacted below him and the festivity in joyous progress above, he slept with clenched fists, the deep sleep of complete prostration like that of a condemned man on the eve of his execution or of a defeated General on the night following his disaster; a sleep from which one would wish never to awake, and in which, in the absence of all sensation, one has a foretaste of death.

Immortals Crowned by the French Academy: Gerfaut, entire
The complete text, by Charles de Bernard.

Immortals Crowned by the French Academy: Gerfaut, v1
Madame de Bergenheim had one of those faces which other women would call not at all remarkable, but which intelligent men ardently admire. At the first glance she seemed hardly pretty; at the second, she attracted involuntary admiration; afterward, it was difficult to keep her out of one's thoughts. Her features, which taken separately might seem irregular, were singularly harmonious, and, like a thin veil which tempers a too dazzling light, softened the whole expression.

Immortals Crowned by the French Academy: Gerfaut, v2
"The open volcano beneath our feet," continued Marillac, who still stuck to his point, "warned us by deep rumblings of the hot lava which was about to gush forth. The excitement of the people was intense. Several engagements with the soldiers had already taken place at different points. I stood on the Boulevard Poissonniere, where I had just taken my luncheon, and was gazing with an artist's eye upon the dramatic scene spread out before me.

Immortals Crowned by the French Academy: Gerfaut, v3
For several days, Gerfaut followed, with unrelenting perseverance, the plan which he had mapped out in that eventful night. The most exacting woman could but appear satisfied with the politeness he displayed toward Madame de Bergenheim, but nothing in his conduct showed the slightest desire for an explanation. He was so careful of every look, gesture, and word of his, that it would have been impossible to discover the slightest difference in his actions toward Mademoiselle de Corandeuil, and the manner in which he treated Clemence.

Immortals Crowned by the French Academy: Gerfaut, v4
"I swear to you, Monsieur," said Octave, with increasing emotion, "that she is above all seduction and should be sheltered from all insult; I swear to you-What oath can I take that you will believe? I swear that Madame de Bergenheim never has betrayed any of her duties toward you; that I never have received the slightest encouragement from her; that she is as innocent of my folly as the angels in heaven."

Immortals Crowned by the French Academy: Jacqueline, entire
The complete text, by Therese Bentzon.

Immortals Crowned by the French Academy: Jacqueline, v1
In all other ways Madame de Nailles did her best to assist in the success of the surprise. On the second of June, the eve of Ste.-Clotilde's day, she went out, leaving every opportunity for the grand plot to mature. Had she not absented herself in like manner the year before at the same date-thus enabling an upholsterer to drape artistically her little salon with beautiful thick silk tapestries which had just been imported from the East? Her idea was that this year she might find a certain lacquered screen which she coveted.

Immortals Crowned by the French Academy: Jacqueline, v2
Time, whatever may be said of it by the calendars, is not to be measured by days, weeks, and months in all cases; expectation, hope, happiness and grief have very different ways of counting hours, and we know from our own experience that some are as short as a minute, and others as long as a century. The love or the suffering of those who can tell just how long they have suffered, or just how long they have been in love, is only moderate and reasonable.

Immortals Crowned by the French Academy: Jacqueline, v3
Rubbing his hands affably, he came into the little parlor where Madame de Talbrun was waiting for him. There was probably no ecclesiastic in all Paris who had a salon so full of worked cushions, each of which was a keepsake-a souvenir of some first communion. The Abbe did not know his visitor, but the name Talbrun seemed to him connected with an honorable and well-meaning family. The lady was probably a mother who had come to put her child into his hands for religious instruction.

Immortals Crowned by the French Academy: L'Abbe Constantin, entire
The complete text by Ludovic Halevy.

Immortals Crowned by the French Academy: L'Abbe Constantin, v1
This vicarage of Longueval was far from being a palace. The same apartment on the ground floor served for dining and drawing-room, communicating directly with the kitchen by a door, which stood always wide open. This room was furnished in the most scanty manner; two old arm chairs, six straw chairs, a sideboard, a round table. Pauline had already laid the cloth for the dinner of the Abbe and Jean.

Immortals Crowned by the French Academy: L'Abbe Constantin, v2
Those times are no more. Other countries still have their frontiers; there are now none to France. Paris has become an immense Babel, a universal and international city. Foreigners do not only come to visit Paris; they come there to live. At the present day we have in Paris a Russian colony, a Spanish colony, a Levantine colony, an American colony. The foreigners have already conquered from us the greater part of the Champs-Elysees and the Boulevard Malesherbes; they advance, they extend their outworks; we retreat, pressed back by the invaders; we are obliged to expatriate ourselves.

Immortals Crowned by the French Academy: L'Abbe Constantin, v3
Jean is no longer tranquil; Jean is no longer happy. He sees approach with impatience, and at the same time with terror, the moment of his departure. With impatience-for he suffers an absolute martyrdom, he longs to escape from it; with terror-for to pass twenty days without seeing her, without speaking to her, without her in a word-what will become of him? Her! It is Bettina; he adores her!

Immortals Crowned by the French Academy: Madame Chrysantheme, entire
The complete text, by Pierre Loti.

Immortals Crowned by the French Academy: Madame Chrysantheme, v1
Nagasaki, as yet unseen, must be at the extremity of this long and peculiar bay. All around us was exquisitely green. The strong sea- breeze had suddenly fallen, and was succeeded by a calm; the atmosphere, now very warm, was laden with the perfume of flowers. In the valley resounded the ceaseless whirr of the cicalas, answering one another from shore to shore; the mountains reechoed with innumerable sounds; the whole country seemed to vibrate like crystal.

Immortals Crowned by the French Academy: Madame Chrysantheme, v2
She was quite young, rather fat, and fairly pretty, and she strummed her guitar and sang, rolling her eyes fiercely, like a virtuoso executing feats of difficulty. She lowered her head, stuck her chin into her neck, in order to draw deeper notes from the furthermost recesses of her body; and succeeded in bringing forth a great, hoarse voice-a voice that might have belonged to an aged frog, a ventriloquist's voice, coming whence it would be impossible to say (this is the best stage manner, the last touch of art, in the interpretation of tragic pieces).

Immortals Crowned by the French Academy: Madame Chrysantheme, v3
For my part, I have not the least idea of giving them a cold reception; on the contrary, the meeting amuses me. It even strikes me that it is rather pretty of Chrysantheme to come around in this way, and to bring Bambou-San to the festival; though it savors somewhat of her low breeding, to tell the truth, to carry him on her back, as the poorer Japanese women carry their little ones.

Immortals Crowned by the French Academy: Madame Chrysantheme, v4
Mingled with the song is a noise I can not understand: Chink! chink! a clear metallic ring as of coins flung vigorously on the floor. I am well aware that this vibrating house exaggerates every sound during the silence of night; but all the same, I am puzzled to know what my mousme can be doing. Chink! chink! is she amusing herself with quoits, or the 'jeu du crapaud', or pitch-and-toss?

Immortals Crowned by the French Academy: The Ink-Stain, entire
The complete text, by Rene Bazin

Immortals Crowned by the French Academy: The Ink-Stain, v1
I still believe that there are scattered up and down in nature voices that speak, but which few hear; just as there are millions of flowers that bloom unseen by man. It is sad for those who catch a hint of it. Perforce they come back and seek the hidden springs. They waste their youth and vigor upon empty dreams, and in return for the fleeting glimpses they have enjoyed, for the perfect phrase half caught and lost again, will have given up the intercourse of their kind, and even friendship itself. Yes, it is sad for the schoolboys who open their windows to gaze at the moon, and never drop the habit! They will find themselves, all too soon, solitaries in the midst of life, desolate as I am desolate tonight, beside my dead fire.

Immortals Crowned by the French Academy: The Ink-Stain, v2
Still, Law has had her revenge. Abandoned at Bourges, she has recaptured me at Paris, for a time. I realized that it was impossible for me to live on an income of fourteen hundred francs. The friends whom I discreetly questioned, in behalf of an unnamed acquaintance, as to the means of earning money, gave me various answers. Here is a fairly complete list of their expedients:

Immortals Crowned by the French Academy: The Ink-Stain, v3
I was watching Lampron, who was plainly angered at this brusque introduction. He left the chair which he had begun to push forward, let it stand in the middle of the studio, and went and sat down on his engraving-stool in the corner, with a somewhat haughty look, and a defiant smile lurking behind his beard. He rested his elbow on the table and began to drum with his fingers.

Imperial Purple--Edgar Saltus
But even to a god life is not an unmixed delight. Caligula had his troubles. About him there had settled a disturbing quiet. Rome was hushed, the world was very still. There was not so much as an earthquake. The reign of Augustus had been marked by the defeat of Varus. Under Tiberius a falling amphitheatre had killed a multitude. Caligula felt that through sheer felicity his own reign might be forgot. A famine, a pest, an absolute defeat, a terrific conflagration-any prodigious calamity that should sweep millions away and stamp his own memory immutably on the chronicles of time, how desirable it were!

Importation of Foreign Corn--Thomas Malthus
From the vicinity of France, and the cheapness of its corn in all years of common abundance, it is scarcely possible that our main imports should not come from that quarter as long as our ports are open to receive them. In this first year of open trade, our imports have been such, as to shew, that though the corn of the Baltic cannot seriously depress our prices in an unfavourable season at home, the corn of France may make it fall below a growing price, under the pressure of one of the worst crops that has been known for a long series of years.

In a Cellar
"Any of our volatile friends here might have been," I resumed; "for us it is impossible. Concerning this, when you return to France, I will relate the incidents; at present, there are those who will not hesitate to take life to obtain its possession. A conveyance leaves in twenty minutes; and if I owned the diamond, it should not leave me behind. Moreover, who knows what a day may bring forth? To-morrow there may be an émeute. Let me restore the thing as you withdraw."

In a German Pension
"We're in for a storm. That means I'm boxed up here all day. Well, there's one blessing; it'll clear the air." He heard the servant girl rushing importantly round the house, slamming windows. Then he caught a glimpse of her in the garden, unpegging tea towels from the line across the lawn. She was a worker, there was no doubt about that. He took up a book, and wheeled his arm-chair over to the window. But it was useless. Too dark to read; he didn't believe in straining his eyes, and gas at ten o'clock in the morning seemed absurd.

In a Hollow of the Hills
It was past midnight when he was awakened by the familiar clatter of boulders down the grade, the usual simulation of a wild rush from without that encompassed the whole mill, even to that heavy impact against the door, which he had heard once before. In this he recognized merely the ordinary phenomena of his experience, and only turned over to sleep again. But this time the door rudely fell in upon him, and a figure strode over his prostrate body, with a gun leveled at his head.

In Freedom's Cause--G. A. Henty
"I trust not, my son; but I fear that it will be long before we shake off the English yoke. Our nobles are for the most part of Norman blood; very many are barons of England; and so great are the jealousies among them that no general effort against England will be possible. No, if Scotland is ever to be freed, it will be by a mighty rising of the common people, and even then the struggle between the commons of Scotland and the whole force of England aided by the feudal power of all the great Scotch nobles, would be well nigh hopeless."

In His Steps--Charles M. Sheldon
"There's no great virtue in saying 'No' to this offer when I have the other one," Rachel went on thoughtfully. "That's harder to decide. But I've about made up my mind. To tell the, truth, Virginia, I'm completely convinced in the first case that Jesus would never use any talent like a good voice just to make money. But now, take this concert offer.

In Homespun
My cousin Mattie was different. She must set up to be in love, and walk home from church with Jack Halibut Sunday after Sunday, the long way round, if you please, through the meadows; and he used to buy her scent and ribbons at the fair, and send her a big valentine of lacepaper, and satin ribbons and things, though Lord knows where he got the money from-honest, I hope-for he hadn't a penny to bless himself with.

In Honour Bound
'Oh, I would take it at once if I had the least prospect of being able to live. But what is the use of settling down anywhere with thirty pounds? To write my book I need at least two years, and a quiet mind --'

In Kropfsberg Keep--Ralph Adams Cram
No one dared touch him, and so he hung there for twelve years, and all the time venturesome boys and daring men used to creep up the turret steps and stare awfully through the chinks in the door at that ghostly mass of steel that held within itself the body of a murderer and suicide, slowly returning to the dust from which it was made. Finally it disappeared, none knew whither, and for another dozen years the room stood empty but for the old furniture and the rotting hangings.

In Maytime--Anne Maynard Kidder
The victim serenely played into their hands. When the conspirators appeared Timothy was just in the agony of trying to hide his near-sightedness and at the same time discover which was his gate. All the officials seemed occupied at that moment, and he had no time to go back to the bureau of information.

In No-Man's Land
Cogswell desired to make himself agreeable, and had no difficulty in doing so. Presently he was talking with a cluster of people, suavely, facetiously; and though no one would reply in plain terms to a plain question, he learnt that, beyond doubt, Peter's Passage was still occupied by mere squatters, some of whom, apparently, had held their houses for a good many years. All the time, he assiduously made notes in his pocket-book.

In the Capital of the Sahara
"And that's the man," he meditated, astounded, "who must have planned the robbery of the Hotel St. James! And I never suspected it! I never suspected that his gendarme was a sham! I wonder whether his murder of me would have been as leisurely and artistic as his method of trapping me! I wonder! . . . Well, this time I have certainly enjoyed myself."

In The Carquinez Woods
Teresa's breakfast was a success. It was a revelation to the young nomad, whose ascetic habits and simple tastes were usually content with the most primitive forms of frontier cookery. It was at least a surprise to him to know that without extra trouble kneaded flour, water, and saleratus need not be essentially heavy; that coffee need not be boiled with sugar to the consistency of syrup; that even that rarest delicacy, small shreds of venison covered with ashes and broiled upon the end of a ramrod boldly thrust into the flames, would be better and even more expeditiously cooked upon burning coals.

In the Mirror--Valery Bryusov
After this our duels were renewed every day. I realised that this adventuress had purposely forced herself into my home to destroy me and take my place in this world. But I had not sufficient strength to deny myself this struggle. In this rivalry there was a kind of secret intoxication. The very possibility of defeat had hidden in it a sort of sweet seduction. Sometimes I forced myself for whole days to keep away from the pier-glass

In The Roar Of The Sea--Sabine Baring-Gould
Judith walked backward, facing him, and he turned with his horse and went after her. She stooped and gathered up a splinter of glass. The sun striking through the gaps in the hedge had flashed on these scraps of broken mirror and of white bone, or burnished brass buttons, and the horse had been frightened at them. As Judith stooped and took up now a buckle, then a button, and then some other shining trifle, she hardly for an instant withdrew her eyes from Coppinger; they had in them the same dauntless defiance as when she encountered him on the stairs of the rectory.

In the Sweet Dry and Dry
If Bishop Chuff desired to make people stop thinking about alcohol, his plan of seizing them and shutting them up in the grounds of the Federal Home at Cana was a quaint way of attaining this purpose. For all the victims, who had been suddenly arrested in the course of their daily concerns, accused (before a rum-head court martial) of harboring illicit alcoholic desires, and driven over to Cana in crowded motor-trucks, now had very little else to brood about. In the golden light and fragrance of a summer afternoon, here they were surrounded by all the apparatus to restrain alcoholic excess, and not even the slightest exhilaration of spirit to justify the depressing scene. --written with Bart Haley.

In the Tube--E. F. Benson
The actual commission of it, I think we can reasonably argue, is the mere material sequel of his resolve: he is guilty of it when he makes that determination. When, therefore, in the term of 'before' and 'after,' does the crime truly take place? There is also in my story a further point for your consideration. For it seems certain that the spirit of a man, after the death of his body, is obliged to re-enact such a crime, with a view, I suppose we may guess, to his remorse and his eventual redemption.

In the Wilderness--Robert Hichens
They were sitting on the Acropolis when he put that question. It was a shining day. The far-off seas gleamed. There was a golden pathway to Aegina. The brilliant clearness, not European but Eastern, did not make the great view spread out beneath and around them hard. Greece lay wrapped in a mystery of sunlight, different from, yet scarcely less magical than, the mystery of shadows and the moon. Rosamund looked out on the glory.

In the Year of Jubilee
Tarrant, meanwhile, having drunk a cup of tea, and touched his moustache with a silk handkerchief, transferred himself from the camp-stool to the basket chair vacated by Jessica. He was now further from Nancy, but facing her. 'I have been talking with Mrs Bellamy,' fell from him, in the same tone of idle good nature. 'Do you know her? She has but one subject of conversation; an engrossing topic, to be sure; namely, her servants.

In Wicklow And West Kerry--John M. Synge
It was heavy running, and we both began to get weary. Then I caught my foot in a briar and fell. Immediately the young man rushed to the wall and began scrambling up it, but just as he was drawing his leg over the top I caught him by the heel. For a moment he struggled and kicked, then by sheer weight I brought him down at my feet, and an armful of masonry along with him. I caught him by the neck and tried to ask his name, but found we were too breathless to speak.

Increasing Human Efficiency In Business--Walter Dill Scott
He had found his remedy for the summer slump. Within a week he had installed a system of large overhead fans and an exhaust blower and saw his production figures mount to the winter's best average. From careless, indifferent workers, on edge at trifles and difficult to hold, his force developed steadiness and efficiency. Not only was the output increased twenty per cent over previous summers, but the proportion of spoiled work was considerably reduced.

Inebriety and the Candidate--George Crabbe
Intoxication flies, as fury fled,/ On rooky pinions quits the aching head;/ Returning reason cools the fiery blood,/ And drives from memory's seat the rosy god./ Yet still he holds o'er some his maddening rule./ Still sways his sceptre, and still knows his fool;/ Witness the livid lip, and fiery front,/

Inferno/Hell--Translated by Charles Eliot Norton
"Through me is the way into the woeful city; through me is the way into eternal woe; through me is the way among the lost people. Justice moved my lofty maker: the divine Power, the supreme Wisdom and the primal Love made me. Before me were no things created, unless eternal, and I eternal last. Leave every hope, ye who enter!"

Innocent--Marie Corelli
"Now the way is clear!" she said-"I can do what I like-I have my wings, and I can fly away! Oh Dad, dear Dad!-you would be so unhappy if you knew what I mean to do!-it would break your heart, Dad!-but you have no heart to break now, poor Dad!-it is cold as stone!-it will never beat any more! Mine is the heart that beats!-the heart that burns, and aches, and hurts me!-ah!-how it hurts! And no one can understand-no one will ever care to understand!"

Instead of an Article--Brand Whitlock
Full title: Instead of an Article: About Pittsburg and, Incidentally, about Editing a Magazine

Instruments of Reduction
In complete dislocations to either side, make extension while the arm is in the position it is put in to be bandaged for a fracture, for thus the rounded part of the elbow will not form an obstacle to it. Dislocation most commonly takes place inward. The parts are to be adjusted by separating the bones as much as possible, so that the end of the humerus may not come in contact with the olecranon, but it is to be carried up and turned round, and not forced in a straight line; at the same time the opposite sides are to be pushed together, and the bones reduced to their place. In these cases rotation of the elbow cooperates; that is to say, turning the arm into a state of supination and pronation; so much for the reduction.

Iphigénie en Aulide
ULYSSE/ Je suis père, Seigneur. Et faible comme un autre,/ Mon coeur se met sans peine en la place du vôtre;/ Et frémissant du coup qui vous fait soupirer,/ Loin de blâmer vos pleurs, je suis prêt de pleurer./ Mais votre amour n'a plus d'excuse légitime,/

Ira and Isabella; or, The Natural Children--William Hill Brown
My dear madam, said he with a more earnest tone of voice than usual, to Mrs. Savage, you cannot conceive how truly I am delighted with every motion and act of the graceful Isabella. No longer I feel in my heart an unmeaning, and uninteresting vacancy. I behold her, and the void is filled up. She is the friend, whom I have, in time passed, entertained a presentiment that I should find, and to whom I am firmly persuaded I should ever remain indissolubly tied by every sentiment of esteem. How happy should I think myself, were I allowed the privilege of calling in daily, and being blest with her conversation

Is the Negro Having a Fair Chance?
From an economic point of view, the negro in the North, when compared with the white man, does not have a fair chance. This is the feeling not only of the colored people themselves, but of almost every one who has examined into the conditions under which colored men work. But here also one is likely to form a wrong opinion. There is, to begin with, this general difference between the North and the South, that whereas in the South there is, as I have already suggested, a job looking for every idle man, in the North, on the contrary, there are frequently two or three idle men looking for every job.

Isobel: A Romance of the Northern Trail--James Oliver Curwood
Billy's mind worked rapidly as he bent more determinedly to the pursuit. He knew that there were only two things that Bucky could do under the circumstances. Either he would follow after him with Walker and the driver or he would come alone. If Walker and Conway accompanied him the fight for Scottie Deane's capture would be a fair one, and the man who first put manacles about the outlaw's wrists would be the victor. But if he left his two companions in camp and came after him alone

It Is Never Too Late to Mend
"Nor would it be polite or generous; but this of yours is a deep grief, and alarms me for you. Shall I tell you how I know? You often yawn and often sigh; when these two things come together at your age they are signs of a heavy grief; then it comes out that you have lost your relish for things that once pleased you. The first day I came here you told me your garden had been neglected of late, and you blushed in saying so.

J'accuse
On cherchait donc dans la maison, on examinait les écritures, c'était comme une affaire de famille, un traître à surprendre dans les bureaux mêmes, pour l'en expulser. Et, sans que je veuille refaire ici une histoire connue en partie, le commandant du Paty de Clam entre en scène, dès qu'un premier soupçon tombe sur Dreyfus. A partir de ce moment, c'est lui qui a inventé Dreyfus, l'affaire devient son affaire, il se fait fort de confondre le traître, de l'amener à des aveux complets.

Jack Tier, Volume 1
Mrs. Budd now looked more than interested, for she looked a little confused, and Rose began to tremble for her aunt. It was evident that the parties most conspicuous in this scene were not at all conscious that they were overheard, the intensity of their attention being too much concentrated on what was passing to allow of any observation without their own narrow circle. What may be thought still more extraordinary, but what in truth was the most natural of all, each of the parties was so intently bent on his, or her, own train of thought, that neither in the least suspected any mistake.

Jack Tier, Volume 2
Spike, for a seaman of his degree of education, was not particularly addicted to the weakness to which we have just alluded. Nevertheless, he was not altogether free from it; and recent circumstances contributed to dispose him so much the more to admit a feeling which, like sin itself, is ever the most apt to insinuate itself at moments of extraordinary moral imbecility, and through the openings left by previous transgression. As his brig stood off from the light, the captain paced the deck, greatly disturbed by what had just passed, and unable to account for it.

JACKSON'S EXTRA
Fortunately for him, Mr Spence-who was the master of his form as well as of his house-was the master who looked after the school cricket. So, where other masters would have set him extra lessons on half-holidays, Mr Spence, not wishing to deprive the team of its best man, used to give him lines to write. Jackson would write them in preparation the same evening, and all would be joy and peace.

Jacob Faithful
On our arrival at the wharf, Marables came up to me, and said, "Now, Jacob, as I have honestly told you the secret, I hope you won't ruin me by saying a word to Mr. Drummond." I had before made up my mind to say nothing to my master until my suspicions were confirmed, and I therefore gave my promise; but I had also resolved to impart my suspicions, as well as what I had seen, to the old Dominie. On the third day after our arrival I walked out to the school, and acquainted him with all that had passed, and asked him for his advice.

James Nasmyth: Engineer, An Autobiography.
On the following day I was taken a round of the ironworks, and inspected their machinery, as well as that of the collieries, in the details of which Mr. Hartop had introduced many common-sense and most effective improvements. All of these interested me, and gave me much pleasure. In the evening we resumed our "cracks" on many subjects of mutual interest. The daughter joined in our conversation with the most intelligent remarks; for, although only in her twenty-first year, she had evidently made good use of her time, aided by her clear natural faculties of shrewd observation. Mr. Hartop having met with some serious reverse of fortune, owing to the very unsatisfactory conduct of a partner, had in a manner to begin business life again on his own account

James Otis, The Pre-Revolutionist
By this time, Otis had become not only a man eminent in his profession in Boston, but a powerful factor in the public life of the city. The New England commonwealth was then beginning to be greatly exercised over the aggressions of the Motherland, and this was keenly watched by Otis, who took a lively and patriotic interest in Colonial affairs. Beyond his profession, which had closely engrossed him, he had heretofore taken little part in public life; his leisure, indeed, he had employed more as a student of books rather than of national affairs

Jane Allen: Junior--Edith Bancroft
"Hard to suit you youngsters," commented Jane. She had fully divested herself of the trappings, and now stood aside while the freshmen surveyed the wreck. Someone suggested getting up surprise theatricals and bringing before the whole college the "ghosts of Lenox," This was a fuse to the bomb of excitement, and presently the roll was called, secrecy pledged, and a committee of arrangements appointed. Prompt freshmen!

Jane Austen and Her Times--G. E. Mitton
The whole tone of Jane's own writings and letters redeems her memory from any possible reproach of affectation, and the evidence all points to the fact that though not averse from a flirtation, she was the very last of all girls to desire a husband! But it is of interest to record contemporary impressions, so as to show both sides of the shield.

Jane Talbot
What a little thing subverts my peace; dissipates my resolutions:-am I not an honest foolish creature, Hal? I uncover this wayward heart to thy view as promptly as if the disclosure had no tendency to impair thy esteem, and forfeit thy love: that is, to devote me to death; to ruin me beyond redemption.

Japanese Fairy Tales--Yei Theodora Ozaki
Long, long ago in Kyoto, the people of the city were terrified by accounts of a dreadful ogre, who, it was said, haunted the Gate of Rashomon at twilight and seized whoever passed by. The missing victims were never seen again, so it was whispered that the ogre was a horrible cannibal, who not only killed the unhappy victims but ate them also. Now everybody in the town and neighborhood was in great fear, and no one durst venture out after sunset near the Gate of Rashomon.

Japhet, in Search of Father
Homer has sung the battles of gods, demigods, and heroes; Milton the strife of angels. Swift has been great in his Battle of the Books; but I am not aware that the battle of the vials has as yet been sung; and it requires a greater genius than was to be found in those who portrayed the conflicts of heroes, demigods, gods, angels, or books, to do adequate justice to the mortal strife which took place between the lotions, potions, draughts, pills, and embrocations. I must tell the story as well as I can, leaving it as an outline for a future epic.

Jeanne Of The Marshes
"Sometimes," Kate said slowly, "I have had strange thoughts about him. Mr. Cecil and the other man, Major Forrest they call him, are still at the Hall, and the servants say that they do little but drink and swear at one another. I wonder sometimes why they are there, and why Mr. Andrew stays away."

Jeannot et Colin
Vous avez raison, répliqua le père; mais j'ai entendu parler d'une belle science qu'on appelle, je crois, l'astronomie. Quelle pitié! repartit le gouverneur; se conduit-on par les astres dans ce monde? et faudra-t-il que monsieur le marquis se tue à calculer une éclipse, quand il la trouve à point nommé dans l'almanach, qui lui enseigne de plus les fêtes mobiles, l'âge de la lune, et celui de toutes les princesses de l'Europe?

Jerry Bundler--W. W. Jacobs
"There's nothing to fear," said the other. "I don't believe for a moment that ghosts could really hurt one. In fact my father used to confess that it was only the unpleasantness of the thing that upset him, and that for all practical purposes, Jerry's fingers might have been made of cotton-wool for all the harm they could do."

Jerry Stokes
Next morning, as soon as the court was open, Jerry Stokes was in his place again, craning his bull neck eagerly. All day long he craned that bull neck and listened. The public was scandalized now. Jerry Stokes in court! He ought to have kept away! This was really atrocious!

JIM, THE STORY OF A BACKWOODS POLICE DOG--Charles G.D. Roberts
Down through the last race of the rapids came a canoe paddle, and began revolving slowly in the eddies. Blackstock pointed it out to Jim, and sent him in after it. The dog swam for it gaily, grabbed it by the top so that it could trail at his side, and brought it to his master's feet. It was a good paddle, of clean bird's-eye maple and Melicite pattern, and Tug Blackstock wondered who could have been so careless as to lose it. Carelessness is a vice regarded with small leniency in the backwoods.

JIMMY PAYS A DEBT--George Allan Moffatt
His moon-shaped face was red. His beady eyes flashed as he looked at Jimmy. "So a little kid that used to live in my neighborhood came back to get Big Pete," the mobster snarled. "Smart boy, you are, Jimmy Dale-smart like your old man. I told Killer Morgan to give you money but to keep his eye on you, Killer watched you; and when you got too inquisitive about those barges, we thought we'd take you for a little ride."

Joan of Arc--Charles Desnoyer--Translated and adapted by Frank J. Morlock
TYNDAL: Let's rejoice and no longer fear either Dunois or his companions in arms. They no longer have that which gave them strength, that which rendered them invincible. Ha, ha, ha! They lost their sorceress. (new bursts of laughter, much drinking)

Joe Wilson and His Mates--Henry Lawson
There it stood, behind a calico screen that the coach-painters used to keep out the dust when they were varnishing. It was a first-class piece of work - pole, shafts, cushions, whip, lamps, and all complete. If you only wanted to drive one horse you could take out the pole and put in the shafts, and there you were. There was a tilt over the front seat; if you only wanted the buggy to carry two, you could fold down the back seat, and there you had a handsome, roomy, single buggy. It would go near fifty pounds

John Bull in America; or, The New Munchausen
I turned sick at the barbarous indifference of this immaculate republican, and asked him why they suffered these bodies to remain thus without burial. "O, we let them lie there as a warning to our meddlesome magistrates, how they interrupt gentlemanly sports again. We were just roasting a John Bull for not drinking his allowance of whiskey, when these gentry thought proper to interfere, but we soon did their business."

John Buncle--Thomas Amory
It was 12 o'clock by the time we arrived at this water-fall, and therefore I sat down by the side of it to dine, before I attempted to get up to the top of the precipice, and see from whence this water came. While my eyes were entertained with the descending scene, I feasted on a piece of venison pasty, and some fine ale, which, among other provisions, Mrs. Burcot had ordered her servants to put up for me: but as I was thus happily engaged, my lad, O Fin, had climbed up to the top of the water-fall, and was going to land from a tree that grew out of the rocky mountain, near the summit of the hill, when his foot slipt, and he came tumbling down in a miserable way. I expected him in pieces on the ground, as I had him full in my view.

John Greswold, Vol. I--Caroline Wigley Clive
Being new to her, she took a pride and a delight in seeing her brother appealed to, as the friend of all occasions; not as the richer man whose purse was thought of, but as the wiser, kinder, better man, to act for them and with them. She stood by silently when the walk they were taking together was interrupted by a peasant, to say he had a sick child, and the doctor said "it was bound to die; would his Reverence please to come and comfort its mother?"

John Greswold, Vol. II--Caroline Wigley Clive
But my next thought was indignant concern for Ruth. Was she to suffer mortification? Had she been led to form expectations and wishes by a man who preferred another? If I could but see her when first she heard the thing announced, I should be able to catch her real feelings, whatever they might be, and I became at once eager to be the first to bring her the news.

John Leech's Pictures of Life and Character--William Makepeace Thackeray
There is no blinking the fact that in Mr. Punch's cabinet John Leech is the right-hand man. Fancy a number of Punch without Leech's pictures! What would you give for it? The learned gentlemen who write the work must feel that, without him, it were as well left alone. Look at the rivals whom the popularity of Punch has brought into the field; the direct imitators of Mr. Leech's manner-the artists with a manner of their own-how inferior their pencils are to his in humor, in depicting the public manners, in arresting, amusing the nation.

Jonathan's Visit to the Celestial Empire
The dutch harbor-master was sitting under his hat on his piazza, when he beheld, through the smoke of his pipe, his strange apparition of a vessel, scudding like a bird into the bay. He took it for the famous Flying Dutchman, and such was his trepidation, that he stuck his pipe into his button-hole without knocking out the ashes, whereby he burnt a hole in his waistcoat.

Joshua--Georg Ebers
When the tribes, full of enthusiasm for their God, and ready for the most arduous enterprises, shook off their chains and, exulting in their new liberty, rushed forward to the Promised Land Moses, and with him the majority of the elders, had believed that, like a mountain torrent, bursting dams and sluices, they would destroy and overthrow everything that ventured to oppose their progress. With these enthusiastic masses, to whom bold advance would secure the highest good, and timid hesitation could bring nothing save death and ruin, they had expected to rush over the Etham line as if it were a pile of faggots.

Journal of an Overland Expedition in Australia--Ludwig Leichhardt
I observed on the ridges an Acacia, a small tree, from thirty to forty feet high, and from six to nine inches in diameter, and easily distinguished by its peculiar rough frizzled bark, similar to that of the Casuarina found at the ranges of the Robinson. It has a dark sweet-scented heartwood, like that of the Bricklow and the Myal and other Acacias, which I had previously met with. The creek turned to the north and north-east, into a plain, and joined a larger creek which came in from the right at about south-west. Near their junction, a very conspicuous peak was observed, with several small water-holes with water at its foot. I then returned to the spot to which Charley had been ordered to conduct the camp; but, as the party had not arrived, I feared that some accident might have happened, and therefore rode towards the water-holes from which Brown had gone back to the camp. I found the detention caused by the absence of the horses, which had strayed to the other side of the range.

Journey to the Western Isles of Scotland--Samuel Johnson
The ruins of the cathedral of Elgin afforded us another proof of the waste of reformation. There is enough yet remaining to shew, that it was once magnificent. Its whole plot is easily traced. On the north side of the choir, the chapter-house, which is roofed with an arch of stone, remains entire; and on the south side, another mass of building, which we could not enter, is preserved by the care of the family of Gordon; but the body of the church is a mass of fragments.

Julia de Roubigné
You saw, my friend, with what reluctance I left Spain, though it was to return to the country of my birth, to the inheritance of my fathers. I trembled when I thought what a scene of confusion the strange mismanagement of my uncle had left me to disentangle; but it required only a certain degree of fortitude to begin that business, and it was much sooner concluded than I looked for. I have now almost wrought myself out of work, and yet the situation is not so disgusting as I imagined. I have long learned to despise that flippancy, which characterises my countrymen; yet, I know not how it is, they gain upon me in spite of myself; and while I resolve to censure, I am forced to smile.

Justice in the By-Ways--F. Colburn Adams
Mr. Soloman, with an air of legal profundity, says: "This is all very well in its way, George, but it won't stand in law. The law is what you have got to get at. And when you have got at it, you must get round it; and then you must twist it and work it every which way-only be careful not to turn its points against yourself; that, you know, is the way we lawyers do the thing. You'll think we're a sharp lot; and we have to be sharp, as times are."

Kagekiyo--SEAMI
Kagekiyo: I have heard of him indeed. But I am blind, and have not seen him. I have heard such sad tales of his plight that I needs must pity him. Go further; ask elsewhere.

KALEVALA
Vaka vanha Väinämöinen lähteäksensä käkesi tuonne kylmähän kylähän, pimeähän Pohjolahan. Otti olkisen orihin, hernevartisen hevosen, pisti suitset kullan suuhun, päitsensä hopean päähän: itse istuvi selälle, löihe reisin ratsahille.

Kate Clarendon--Emerson Bennett
Full title: Kate Clarendon; or, Necromancy in the Wilderness. A Tale of the Little Miami

Katherine's Sheaves--Mrs. George Sheldon
The child's chair had indeed been transformed! No one would have recognized it, covered as it was with a wealth of pure white blossoms and dark-green leaves, for it looked more like the throne of a fairy than like anything so ordinary and unpretentious. Mrs. Seabrook, who possessed exquisite taste, had so massed the blossoms around her and daintily perched an inverted one on her head that the effect was exceedingly beautiful and picturesque. Katherine, who had chosen to be "Lady Poppea," made a brilliant foil, on one side, with her garlands and basket of vivid scarlet poppies; while another junior, bedecked with fuchsias, stood on the opposite side and held an umbrella, made of and fringed with the same flowers, protectingly over her; and with a score or more others forming a variegated background, the scene was brilliant and gorgeous beyond description.

Kavanagh--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
"Ungrateful people! Could you not watch with me one hour?" exclaimed he, in that excited and bitter moment; as if he had thought that on that solemn night the whole parish would have watched, while he was writing his farewell discourse. He pressed his hot brow against the window-pane to allay its fever; and across the tremulous wavelets of the river the tranquil moon sent towards him a silvery shaft of light, like an angelic salutation. And the consoling thought came to him, that not only this river, but all rivers and lakes, and the great sea itself, were flashing with this heavenly light

Keeping His Promise
A sudden queer sensation of fear passed over him-a faintness and a shiver down the back. It went, however, almost as soon as it came, and he was just debating whether he would call aloud.to his invisible visitor, or slam the door and return to his books, when the cause of the disturbance turned the corner very slowly and came into view.

KEEPING IT FROM HAROLD
It was a constant source of amazement to Mrs. Bramble that she should have brought such a prodigy as Harold into the world. Harold was so different from ordinary children, so devoted to his books, such a model of behaviour, so altogether admirable. The only drawback was that his very perfection had made necessary a series of evasions and even deliberate falsehoods on the part of herself and her husband, highly distasteful to both. They were lovers of truth, but they had realized that there are times when truth must be sacrificed. At any cost the facts concerning Mr. Bramble's profession most be kept from Harold.

Ken's Mystery--Julian Hawthorne
The parchment head was green with mold, and hung in shriveled tatters. The hoop, which was of solid silver, was so blackened and tarnished that jt looked like dilapidated iron. The strings were gone, and most of the tuning-screws had dropped out of. their decayed sockets. Altogether it had the appearance of having been made before the Flood, and been forgotten in the forecastle of Noah's Ark ever since.

Kennedy Square--F. Hopkinson Smith
Outside the sick-room such guests as could be trusted were gathered together in the colonel's den, where they talked in whispers. All agreed that the ladies and the older men must be sent home as soon as possible, and in complete ignorance of what had occurred. If Willits lived-of which there was little hope-his home would be at the colonel's until he fully recovered, the colonel having declared that neither expense nor care would be spared to hasten his recovery. If he died, the body would be sent to his father's house later on.

KETIRA THE GIPSY--Mrs. Henry Wood
"It is sad to see the child," he said to me, as I sat in his room listening to the news. "She is no more like the bonnie Kettie that we knew here, than a dead girl's like a living one. Worn out, bent and silent, she sits, day after day and week after week, and her mother cannot rouse her. She has sat so all along."

Kew Gardens--Virginia Woolf
Brown cliffs with deep green lakes in the hollows, flat, blade-like trees that waved from root to tip, round boulders of grey stone, vast crumpled surfaces of a thin crackling texture-all these objects lay across the snail's progress between one stalk and another to his goal. Before he had decided whether to circumvent the arched tent of a dead leaf or to breast it there came past the bed the feet of other human beings.

Khent--Raffi
But one of their number shed no tears. His heart was filled with indignation, not against those who were burning and slaying, but against those who were letting themselves be slaughtered like sheep. "Look, look!", he exclaimed. "In all that city you do not see a man who raises his hand against his slayer. What more can be done to a man to move him to passionate resistance? They have burned his house before his eyes; they have roasted his children

Killed At Resaca
Several Confederate officers and men came out to meet them, and with uncovered heads assisted them to take up their sacred burden. As it was borne toward us we heard beyond the hostile works fifes and a muffled drum - a dirge. A generous enemy honored the fallen brave. Amongst the dead man's effects was a soiled Russia-leather pocketbook. In the distribution of mementos of our friend, which the general, as administrator, decreed, this fell to me.

KILLER 'ROUND THE BEND
The little fellow's clothes were half ripped from his body, as though someone had made a frantic search. Whether or not tbe searcher had foand what he wanted was a question. But there was no question about the knife in Benny Smith's throat.

KILLER IN THE HOUSE
My mind jumped around like drops of water on a hot griddle. I didn't know what I should do, but I knew I had to do something. We had two murders in the house, now, and the Sea View patrons wouldn't stay at the pavilion dance all night. I had to clean up those murders and get things running smoothly before they got back-or else.

KILLERS USE SEWERS
The second and third deaths showed technical knowledge and had been effective enough to make more deaths unnecessary for the past week. A city councilman and the man on night duty at the sewage-disposal plant had been found down in a manhole overcome by both sewer and chlorine gas; the exit for the sewage was too small to let the bodies wash out into Puget Sound. There was no doubt that these men had died a horrible and revolting death.

King Midas--Upton Sinclair
The arrangement, it is scarcely necessary to say, pleased Helen very much indeed; the atmosphere of luxury and easy superiority which she found at her aunt's was much to her taste, and she looked forward to being a center of attraction there with the keenest delight. In the meantime, however, she slaked her thirst for happiness just as well at Oakdale, accepting with queenly grace the homage of all who came to lay their presents at her feet. Sunday proved to be a day of triumph, for all the town had come to church, and was as much stirred by the glory of her singing as Arthur had predicted. After the service everyone waited to tell her about it, and so she was radiant indeed.

KINGS OF CRIME
He was a fiend of the underworld, whose operations were so cunningly conducted that police had never managed to place their hands upon him. "Shifter" Reeves he was called, and his connection with questionable enterprises had always been a matter of speculation on the part of investigators.

KIRSTEEN--Margaret Oliphant
They made her sick at heart; and London, people said, was bigger (if that were possible) and no doubt more dreadful still! Oh that it could all turn out a dream from which she might wake to find herself once more by the side of the linn, with the roar of the water, and no sickening clamour of ill tongues in her ear! But already the linn, and the far-off life by its side were away from her as if they had passed centuries ago.

KNAPP: A WEAZENED WONDER
"He parried us at every point. We searched his place, barn, house, and outbuildings and found nothing. Yet I was morally certain we had our man. As I sat in the shade by the barn I gazed idly at the stretch of cleared land running down to the creek. I noticed a place or two where the sod had been turned recently. It is the little things that point the way to big results. A signboard a foot long often tells you the road for the next forty miles.

Knickerbocker Hall; or, The Origin of the Baker's Dozen
On the second day of the year, the 'prentice boys all returned to their business, and Boomptie once more solaced himself with the baking of the staff of life. The reader must know that it is the custom of bakers to knead a great batch at a time, in a mighty bread-tray, into which they throw two or three little apprentice-boys to paddle about, like ducks in a mill-pond, whereby it was speedily amalgamated, and set to rising in due time.

Kumasaka--Author Uncertain
Listen! I thought you were taking me to where there would be a chapel, so that I could begin my prayers. But here I can see no painted picture nor carven image that I could put up. There is nothing on the wall but a great pike,--no handstaff, but only an iron crowbar; and other weapons of war are nailed up. What is the reason of this?

L'Ane
L'âne un moment se tut, puis, sévère, dressa/ Ses deux oreilles l'une après l'autre:/ - Homme!-or çà/ Reprit-il, si, penché sur l'obscure ouverture,/ Tu n'as pas compris Dieu ni compris la nature,/ Si tu n'as pas compris ce poème des jours,/

L'année terrible
Or il faisait grand jour. Jour sur Londres, sur Rome,/ Sus Vienne, et tous ouvraient les yeux, hormis cet homme;/ Et Berlin souriait et le guettait sans bruit/ Comme il était aveugle il crut qu'il faisait nuit./ Tous voyaient la lumière et seul il voyait l'ombre.

L'Argent
Mais, sur le trottoir, il fut surpris par le vent aigre qui soufflait un brusque retour de l'hiver, dans ce mai si doux la veille encore. Il ne pleuvait pourtant pas, de gros nuages montaient à l'horizon. Et il ne prit pas de fiacre, pour se réchauffer en marchant ; il se dit qu'il descendrait d'abord à pied chez Mazaud, l'agent de change, rue de la Banque ; car l'idée lui était venue de le sonder sur Daigremont, le spéculateur bien connu, l'homme heureux de tous les syndicats, seulement, rue Vivienne, du ciel envahi de nuées livides, une telle giboulée creva, mêlée de grêle, qu'il se réfugia sous une porte cochère.

L'Avare
VALERE Hé quoi ? charmante Elise, vous devenez mélancolique, après les obligeantes assurances que vous avez eu la bonté de me donner de votre foi ? Je vous vois soupirer, hélas ! au milieu de ma joie. Est-ce du regret, dites-moi, de m'avoir fait heureux, et vous repentez-vous de cet engagement où mes feux ont pu vous contraindre ?

L'école des femmes
CHRYSALDE/ Nous sommes ici seuls, et l'on peut, ce me semble,/ Sans craindre d'être ouïs, y discourir ensemble./ Voulez-vous qu'en ami je vous ouvre mon coeur?/ Votre dessein, pour vous, me fait trembler de peur,/ Et, de quelque façon que vous tourniez l'affaire,/ Prendre femme est à vous un coup bien téméraire.

L'Escalier d'Or--Edmond Jaloux
Quelques jours apres, je me rendis a l'invitation de M. Valere Bouldouyr. Quelle ne fut pas ma surprise, devant sa porte, de reconnaitre qu'il habitait la maison ou mon mysterieux voisin donnait d'invraisemblables fetes! La pensee, un moment, m'effleura que c'etait lui; mais je ris de cette tournure d'esprit qui pousse toujours au roman mon imagination trop logique.

L'Etui de nacre
C'est ainsi que les morts avaricieux errent, la nuit, près des trésors qu'ils ont cachés de leur vivant. Ils font bonne garde autour de leur or; mais les soins qu'ils se donnent, loin de leur servir, tournent à leur dommage, et il n'est pas rare de découvrir de l'argent enfoui dans la terre en fouillant la place hantée par un fantôme. De même les maris défunts viennent tourmenter, la nuit, leurs femmes mariées en secondes noces, et j'en pourrais nommer plusieurs qui, morts, ont mieux gardé leurs épouses qu'ils n'avaient fait vivants.

L'homme aux quarante écus
En sortant de mon cachot, n'ayant que la peau sur les os, je rencontrai un homme joufflu et vermeil dans un carrosse à six chevaux; il avait six laquais, et donnait à chacun d'eux pour gages le double de mon revenu. Son maître d'hôtel, aussi vermeil que lui, avait deux mille francs d'appointements, et lui en volait par an vingt mille. Sa maîtresse lui coûtait quarante mille écus en six mois; je l'avais connu autrefois dans le temps qu'il était moins riche que moi: il m'avoua, pour me consoler, qu'il jouissait de quatre cent mille livres de rente.

L'illusion comique
DORANTE./ Ce mage, qui d'un mot renverse la nature,/ N'a choisi pour palais que cette grotte obscure./ La nuit qu'il entretient sur cet affreux séjour,/ N'ouvrant son voile épais qu'aux rayons d'un faux jour,/ De leur éclat douteux n'admet en ces lieux sombres/ Que ce qu'en peut souffrir le commerce des ombres.

L'Ingenu
Ce n'était plus cette fille simple dont une éducation provinciale avait rétréci les idées. L'amour et le malheur l'avaient formée. Le sentiment avait fait autant de progrès en elle que la raison en avait fait dans l'esprit de son amant infortuné. Les filles apprennent à sentir plus aisément que les hommes n'apprennent à penser. Son aventure était plus instructive que quatre ans de couvent.

La Bete Humaine--Emile Zola
-Sa fille, sa fille!... Je ne veux pas que tu plaisantes avec ça, entends-tu! Est-ce que je puis être sa fille? est-ce que je lui ressemble?... Et en voilà assez, parlons d'autre chose. Je ne veux pas aller à Doinville, parce que je ne veux pas, parce que je préfère rentrer avec toi au Havre.

La chasse au caribou
Avant tout, l'important était de montrer à la galerie l'excès de ses souffrances. Ceci ne pouvait s'indiquer que par la force des distractions auxquelles il aurait recours. Cette considération excluait naturellement l'idée d'un voyage sur les bords du Rhin, en Suisse, en Angleterre et même en Italie. De telles promenades ne sauraient appeler sur ceux qui les exécutent aucune espèce d'intérêt.

La Coscienza di Zeno--ITALO SVEVO
Altro che il suo rossore! Quando questo sparve con la semplicità con cui i colori dell'aurora spariscono alla luce diretta del sole, Augusta batté sicura la via per cui erano passate le sue sorelle su questa terra, quelle sorelle che possono trovare tutto nella legge e nell'ordine o che altrimenti a tutto rinunziano. Per quanto la sapessi mal fondata perché basata su di me, io amavo, io adoravo quella sicurezza. Di fronte ad essa io dovevo comportarmi almeno con la modestia che usavo quando si trattava di spiritismo. Questo poteva essere e poteva perciò esistere anche la fede nella vita.

La Curée
Maxime resta au collège de Plassans jusqu'aux vacances de 1854. Il avait treize ans et quelques mois, et venait d'achever sa cinquième. Ce fut alors que son père se décida à le faire venir à Paris. Il songeait qu'un fils de cet âge le poserait, l'installerait définitivement dans son rôle de veuf remarié, riche et sérieux. Lorsqu'il annonça son projet à Renée, à l'égard de laquelle il se piquait d'une extrême galanterie, elle lui répondit négligemment:

La fin de Satan
Noë rêvait. Le ciel était plein de nuées./On entendait au loin les chants et les huées/Des hommes malheureux qu'un souffle allait courber./ Un nuage muet soudain laissa tomber/Une goutte de pluie au front du patriarche.

La maison Tellier - Une partie de Campagne
Assise sur l'autre balançoire, Mme Dufour gémissait d'une façon monotone et continue : " Cyprien, viens me pousser ; viens donc me pousser, Cyprien ! " A la fin, il y alla et, ayant retroussé les manches de sa chemise, comme avant d'entreprendre un travail, il mit sa femme en mouvement avec une peine infinie.

La morte amoureuse
Le regard de la belle inconnue changeait d'expression selon le progrès de la cérémonie. De tendre et caressant qu'il était d'abord, il prit un air de dédain et de mécontentement comme de ne pas avoir été compris.

La Tinaja Bonita--Owen Wister
In that white formation shot up from the earth's bowels, arbitrary and irrelevant amid the surrounding alien layers of slate, four black stones were lodged as if built into the wall by some hand - four small stones shaping a cross, black against the white, symmetrical and plain beyond need of imagination.

La-bas--Joris-Karl Huysmans
Then, let us assume that the sacrifices to the Devil are not preceded by preliminary murders. Perhaps in some cases they aren't. The worshippers probably content them-selves with bleeding a foetus which had been aborted as soon as it became matured to the point necessary. Blood-letting is supererogatory anyway, and serves merely to whet the appetite. The main business is to consecrate the host and put it to an infamous use. The rest of the' procedure varies. There is at present no regular ritual for the black mass."

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN V. PLAYERS
Quite without meaning it, I really won the Gentlemen v. Players match the summer I was eighteen. They don't say anything about me in the reports, but all the time I was really the thingummy - the iron hand behind the velvet glove, or something. That's not it, but it's something of the sort. What I mean is, if it hadn't been for me, the Gentlemen would never have won. My cousin Bill admits this.

Lady Bridget in the Never-Never Land--Rosa Praed
If purgatory could hold worse torture than life held on that last evening Lady Bridget spent at Moongarr, then neither she nor her husband would have been required to do any long expiation there. It would be difficult to say which of the two suffered the most. Probably McKeith, because he was the strongest. Equally, he showed it the least when the breaking moment had passed. Yet both husband and wife seemed to have covered their faces, hearts and souls with unrevealing masks.

Lady Hester or, Ursula's Narrative
Even my care for Alured sprang out of exclusive passion, and so, though I do think that by Heaven's mercy I had a great share in cherishing him into strength and health, I had managed him badly, I had indulged him over much, and was improperly resentful of any attempt of Jaquetta, or even of Fulk, to interfere with him or restrain him.

Lafitte: The Pirate of the Gulf
"And it shall be doubly consecrated by a sacrafice of blood! Proud fool, your mockery has sealed your fate. I needed only this," and springing fiercely upon him, he seized him by the breast with one hand, and, glancing in the moon while he brandished it in the air, his glittering huntingknife descended like lightning into the bosom of his victim. The warm blood spouted into the face of the fratricide, and bathed his hand in gore.

Laicus--Lyman Abbott
WE are in a sorry condition here at Wheathedge. The prospects are, that it will be worse before it is better. For weeks now (it seems like a year or two) we have been without the Gospel. I do not mean that literally the preaching of the Gospel has been dispensed with. On the contrary, I have heard more sermons on the text, "I am determined to know nothing among you save Jesus Christ, and Him crucified," than I ever heard before in my life.

Late Lyrics and Earlier--Thomas Hardy
On war-men at this end of time-even on Englishmen's eyes-/ Who slay with their arms of new might in that long-ago place,/ Flashed he who drove furiously? . . . Ah, did the phantom arise/ Of that queen, of that proud Tyrian woman who painted her face?/

Laughter--Henri Bergson
Full title: Laughter: An Essay on the Meaning of the Comic

Lay Morals--Robert Louis Stevenson
It is not for nothing, either, that the umbrella has become the very foremost badge of modern civilisation-the Urim and Thummim of respectability. Its pregnant symbolism has taken its rise in the most natural manner. Consider, for a moment, when umbrellas were first introduced into this country, what manner of men would use them, and what class would adhere to the useless but ornamental cane.

Lazarus--Emile Zola--translated by Frank J. Morlock
LAZARUS: Life, oh, I loved it with all my strength, with all my passion. I lived as one loves, I gave myself completely to the joy of being. And it's thus, my child, that you will live and continue my work! Your mother is there to guide you. As for me, I performed my task and I went to bed, day came and no one has the right to awaken me from my slumber, from my good sleep.

Le Blanc et le Noir
N'est-il pas vrai que vous pouvez lire en une heure l'abrégé de l'histoire des Perses, écrite par Zoroastre? cependant cet abrégé contient huit cent mille années. Tous ces événements passent sous vos yeux l'un après l'autre en une heure; or vous m'avouerez qu'il est aussi aisé à Brama de les resserrer tous dans l'espace d'une heure que de les étendre dans l'espace de huit cent mille années; c'est précisément la même chose.

Le Chateau des Carpathes--Jules Verne
Les gens du pays transylvain et les voyageurs qui remontent ou redescendent le col de Vulkan ne connaissent du château des Carpathes que son aspect extérieur. A la respectueuse distance où la crainte arrêtait les plus braves du village de Werst et des environs, il ne présente aux regards que l'énorme amas de pierres d'un burg en ruine.

Le Cid
DON DIÈGUE/ Agréable colère!/ Digne ressentiment à ma douleur bien doux!/ Je reconnais mon sang à ce noble courroux;/ Ma jeunesse revit en cette ardeur si prompte./ Viens, mon fils, viens, mon sang, viens réparer ma honte;/ Viens me venger.

Le Diable amoureux--Jacques Cazotte
- Non, non, répliqua-t-elle vivement, Biondetta ne doit pas te suffire : ce n'est pas là mon nom : tu me l'avais donné : il me flattait ; je le portais avec plaisir : mais il faut que tu saches qui je suis... Je suis le Diable, mon cher Alvare, je suis le Diable..."

Le Grand Testament
Et s'aucun me vouloit reprendre/ Et dire que je le mauldiz,/ Non faiz, se bien me scet comprendre;/ En riens de luy je ne mesdiz./ Vecy tout le mal que j'en dis:/ S'il m'a esté misericors,/ Jhesus, le roy de paradis,/ Tel luy soit a l'ame et au corps.

Le Horla
Quelle journée admirable ! J'ai passé toute la matinée étendu sur l'herbe, devant ma maison, sous l'énorme platane qui la couvre, l'abrite et l'ombrage tout entière. J'aime ce pays, et j'aime y vivre parce que j'y ai mes racines, ces profondes et délicates racines, qui attachent un homme à la terre où sont nés et morts ses aïeux, qui l'attachent à ce qu'on pense et à ce qu'on mange, aux usages comme aux nourritures, aux locutions locales, aux intonations des paysans, aux odeurs du sol, des villages et de l'air lui-même.

Le Jardin d'Épicure
Si vous voulez goûter l'art vrai et ressentir devant un tableau une impression large et profonde, regardez les fresques de Ghirlandajo, à Santa-Maria-Novella de Florence, la Naissance de la Vierge. Le vieux peintre nous montre la chambre de l'accouchée. Anne, soulevée sur son lit, n'est ni belle ni jeune; mais on voit tout de suite que c'est une bonne ménagère. Elle a rangé au chevet de son lit un pot de confitures et deux grenades. Une servante, debout à la ruelle, lui présente un vase sur un plateau.

Le Lais
Pour obvier a ses dangiers,/ Mon mieulx est, ce croy, de partir./ A Dieu! Je m'en vois a Angers,/ Puis qu'el ne me veult impartir/ Sa grace ne me departir./ Par elle meurs, les membres sains;/ Au fort, je suys amant martir,/ Du nombre des amoureux sains.

Le Lutrin--Nicolas Boileau-Despreaux
Ami, lui dit le chantre encor pâle d'horreur,/ N'insulte point, de grâce, à ma juste terreur:/ Mêle plutôt ici tes soupirs à mes plaintes,/ Et tremble en écoutant le sujet de mes craintes./ Pour la seconde fois un sommeil grâcieux

Le Mariage Force
Sganarelle Corrigez, s'il vous plaît, cette manière de parler. Il faut douter de toutes choses ; et vous ne devez pas dire que je vous ai battu, mais qu'il vous semble que je vous ai battu.

LE MONDE COMME IL VA
Cependant le soleil approchait du haut de sa carrière. Babouc devait aller dîner à l'autre bout de la ville, chez une dame pour laquelle son mari, officier de l'armée, lui avait donné des lettres. Il fit d'abord plusieurs tours dans Persépolis; il vit d'autres temples mieux bâtis et mieux ornés, remplis d'un peuple poli, et retentissants d'une musique harmonieuse; il remarqua des fontaines publiques, lesquelles, quoique mal placées, frappaient les yeux par leur beauté; des places où semblaient respirer en bronze les meilleurs rois qui avaient gouverné la Perse

Le Monde comme il va, vision de Babouc
Sa mauvaise opinion augmenta encore à l'arrivée d'un gros homme, qui, ayant salué très familièrement toute la compagnie, s'approcha du jeune officier, et lui dit: Je ne peux vous prêter que cinquante mille dariques d'or; car, en vérité, les douanes de l'empire ne m'en ont rapporté que trois cent mille cette année. Babouc s'informa quel était cet homme qui se plaignait de gagner si peu; il apprit qu'il y avait dans Persépolis quarante[11] rois plébéiens qui tenaient à bail l'empire de Perse, et qui en rendaient quelque chose au monarque.

Leah Mordecai--Mrs. Belle Kendrick Abbott
It was only the life of Leah Mordecai that apparently was marked by no change. She was older by a few years-that was all the world saw of change in her life. To strangers' eyes, she was still pursuing the even tenor of her life, still wearing the melancholy expression, and still envied by many for her wealth and beauty. The eyes of the world could not read the impoverished heart that throbbed within her bosom.

Left Behind or, Ten Days a Newsboy--James Otis
Dickey Spry, on being interviewed on the subject, assumed a wise air and shook his head gravely; which was very much as if he had said that he was sorry to see two promising boys ruining themselves as rapidly as these two were. Regarding the mortgage which he held on the hogshead home he refused to say anything, save that he had bought it back; and those who were better informed regarding transactions in real estate at once came to the conclusion that, having foreseen the coming ruin of his debtors, he had foreclosed the mortgage in order to save what he could.

LEGENDS OF BABYLON AND EGYPT--Leonard W. King
On the other hand, traces of myth, scattered in the religious literature of Egypt, may perhaps in some measure betray their relative age by the conceptions of the universe which underlie them. The Egyptian idea that the sky was a heavenly ocean, which is not unlike conceptions current among the Semitic Babylonians and Hebrews, presupposes some thought and reflection. In Egypt it may well have been evolved from the probably earlier but analogous idea of the river in heaven, which the Sun traversed daily in his boats. Such a river was clearly suggested by the Nile; and its world-embracing character is reminiscent of a time when through communication was regularly established, at least as far south as Elephantine.

Legends of the Kaw--Carrie De Voe
The Ski-di band offered human sacrifices to the morning star. A young captive, taken in war, was selected and fattened, being treated kindly during the days of preparation. He was permitted to know nothing of the fate in store, until the four days' feast and dance. Old men at the ends of the village called upon each male person to prepare bow and arrow and be ready for the sacrifice. When the fatal day arrived, every woman had a lance or stick, and every man held a pipe in one hand and bow and arrow in the other.

Legends of the Province House
The ship in which she came passenger had arrived at Newport, whence Lady Eleanore was conveyed to Boston in the Governor's coach, attended by a small escort of gentlemen on horseback. The ponderous equipage, with its four black horses, attracted much notice as it rumbled through Cornhill, surrounded by the prancing steeds of half a dozen cavaliers, with swords dangling to their stirrups and pistols at their holsters.

Legends of the West
but alas! with no better success; for every time that I looked in the glass, I discovered, by my sallow visage, that the enemy was silently making his approaches. My eyes became jaundiced; my pulse heavy; my skin dry; and my complexion received a new coat of yellow every day, deepening at first into a delicate orange, then to a saffron, and lastly to a copper colour; until I began to fear that I was actually degenerating into a Spaniard, a Quarteroon, or a Cherokee.

Leni-Leoti; or, Adventures in the Far West--Emerson Bennett
Here I was interrupted by the reports of two pistols, followed by a stifled cry of pain from Pierre, who instantly dropped his weapon, and placed his hand to his shoulder. The next moment I was on my feet, and rushing to his assistance, accompanied by Teddy, whose features, instead of anger, now exhibited a look of commiseration.

LENORE--Gottfried August Burger
Up rose Lenore as the red morn wore,/ From weary visions starting:/ "Art faithless, William, or, William, art dead?/ 'Tis long since thy departing."

Les Bijoux Indiscrets--DIDEROT
Le bijou en était à cette exclamation, lorsqu'Husseim rougit de s'affliger pour une femme qui n'en valait pas la peine, et se mit à rire avec le reste de la compagnie ; mais il la gardait bonne à son épouse. Le souper fini, chacun reprit la route de son hôtel, excepté Husseim, qui conduisit sa femme dans une maison de filles voilées, et l'y enferma. Mangogul, instruit de sa disgrâce, la visita. Il trouva toute la maison occupée à la consoler, mais plus encore à lui tirer le sujet de son exil.

Les chansons de Bilitis--Pierre Louys
Un vieillard aveugle habite la montagne./ Pour avoir regarde les nymphes, ses yeux sont/ morts, voila longtemps. Et depuis, son/ bonheur est un souvenir lointain./

Les Chansons des rues et des bois
Je ne me mets pas en peine/Du clocher ni du beffroi;/Je ne sais rien de la reine,/Et je ne sais rien du roi;

Les Cinq Cents Millions de la Begum--Jules Verne
Jusque-là, Marcel avait été la boussole du pauvre Octave, incapable de se conduire lui-même. Lorsque le jeune Alsacien fut parti, son camarade d'enfance finit peu à peu par mener à Paris ce qu'on appelle la vie à grandes guides. Le mot était, dans le cas présent, d'autant plus juste que la sienne se passait en grande partie sur le siège élevé d'un énorme coach à quatre chevaux, perpétuellement en voyage entre l'avenue Marigny, où il avait pris un appartement, et les divers champs de courses de la banlieue. Octave Sarrasin, qui, trois mois plus tôt, savait à peine rester en selle sur les chevaux de manège qu'il louait à l'heure, était devenu subitement un des hommes de France les plus profondément versés dans les mystères de l'hippologie.

Les Contes du jour et de la nuit--Le vieux
Puis ils se turent. Le père avait les yeux fermés, le visage couleur de terre, si sec qu'il semblait en bois. Sa bouche entrouverte laissait passer son souffle clapotant et dur; et le drap de toile grise se soulevait sur sa poitrine à chaque aspiration.

Les feuilles d'automne
Quand tous ces mille soins de misère ou de fête/Qui remplissent nos jours, cercle aride et borné,/Ont tenu trop longtemps, comme un joug sur ma tête,/Le regard de mon âme à la terre tourné;

Les fourberies de Scapin
Non, non, non, non, ce n'est personne. Il faut, dis-je, que vous vous mettiez là-dedans, et que vous vous gardiez de remuer en aucune façon. Je vous chargerai sur mon dos comme un paquet de quelque chose, et je vous porterai ainsi, au travers de vos ennemis, jusque dans votre maison, où, quand nous serons une fois, nous pourrons nous barricader et envoyer quérir main-forte contre la violence

Les Index Noires--Jules Verne
En effet, le magistrat, chargé de diriger une enquête relativement à la perte du Motala, vint interroger les divers témoins de la catastrophe. Tous furent d'accord sur ce point que le naufrage était dû à l'apparition surnaturelle de la Dame de feu dans les ruines du château de Dundonald.

Les Liaisons Dangereuses--PIERRE CHODERLOS DE LACLOS
Je n'ai jamais douté, ma jeune et belle amie, ni de l'amitié que vous avez pour moi, ni de l'intérêt sincère que vous prenez à tout ce qui me regarde. Ce n'est pas pour éclaircir ce point, que j'espère convenu à jamais entre nous, que je réponds à votre Réponse: mais je ne crois pas pouvoir me dispenser de causer avec vous au sujet du Vicomte de Valmont.

Les Rayons et les Ombres
Par votre ange envolée ainsi qu'une colombe!/ Par ce royal enfant, doux et frêle roseau!/ Grâce encore une fois! grâce au nom de la tombe!/ Grâce au nom du berceau!

Les sept femmes de la Barbe-Bleue et autres contes merveilleux
Il nous reste à retracer, d'après des documents authentiques et de sûrs témoignages, le plus atroce, le plus perfide et le plus lâche des crimes domestiques, dont le souvenir soit venu jusqu'à nous. L'assassinat dont nous allons exposer les circonstances, ne saurait être comparé qu'au meurtre commis dans la nuit du 9 mars 1449 sur la personne de Guillaume de Flavy par Blanche d'Overbreuc, sa femme, qui était jeune et menue, le bâtard d'Orbandas et le barbier Jean Bocquillon.

Lessons in Life
"JUST look at them young lovers," said Harry Mears, glancing from his companion to a young man and maiden, who, for the moment unconscious that they were in the midst of a large company, were leaning towards each other, and looking into each other's faces in rather a remarkable manner. "Isn't it ridiculous? I thought Fisher had more sense than to do so. As to Clara Grant, she always was a little weak."

Let Loose--Mary Cholmondeley
'Those are they,' he said. 'The long one opens the first door at the bottom of the steps which go down against the outside wall of the church hard by the sword graven in the wall. The second opens (but it is hard of opening and of shutting) the iron door within the passage leading to the crypt itself. My son, is it necessary to your treatise that you should enter this crypt?'

Let's Collect Rocks & Shells--Shell Oil Company
After you've had a good day's haul and a rest (you'll need one) you must clean your shells. Put your tiniest, most fragile ones in rubbing alcohol. Put the rest in a pot of fresh water and slowly bring it to a boil. Let them cool in the water slowly to prevent the glossy shells from cracking. When cool, your bivalves will be gaping open; simply scrape them clean. Your univalves will be more difficult; remove the animal with a crocket hook or other piece of bent wire, turning it gently with the spiral; try to get it out whole to save yourself trouble. Save the univalve's operculum and slice it off the muscle that holds it. It will preserve indefinitely and is a valuable part of the shell.

Letters and Literary Remains--Edward FitzGerald
Therefore to revenge the debt /To violated Justice due, /Armèd Hellas hand in hand /The iron toils of Ares drew /Over water, over land, /Over such a tract of years;

Letters for Literary Ladies--Maria Edgeworth
Your tastes, you say, are fixed; if they are so, you must be doubly careful to ensure their gratification. If you cannot make them subservient to external circumstances, you should certainly, if it be in your power, choose a situation in which circumstances will be subservient to them. If you are convinced that you could not adopt the tastes of another, it will be absolutely necessary for your happiness to live with one whose tastes are similar to your own.

Letters Found in the Ruins of Fort Braddock
Collection compiled by John Gardiner Calkins Brainard

Letters from an American Farmer--Hector St. John de Crevecoeur
Who would have thought that because I received you with hospitality and kindness, you should imagine me capable of writing with propriety and perspicuity? Your gratitude misleads your judgment. The knowledge which I acquired from your conversation has amply repaid me for your five weeks' entertainment. I gave you nothing more than what common hospitality dictated; but could any other guest have instructed me as you did?

Letters on Literature--Andrew Lang
Dear Gifted,-If you will permit me to use your Christian, and prophetic, name-we improved the occasion lately with the writers of light verse in ancient times. We decided that the ancients were not great in verses of society, because they had, properly speaking, no society to write verses for. Women did not live in the Christian freedom and social equality with men, either in Greece or Rome-at least not "modest women," as Mr. Harry Foker calls them in "Pendennis." About the others there is plenty of pretty verse in the Anthology.

Letters to Dean
There is nothing automatic and inevitable about psychological maturity in civilized human beings. The necessity for each individual to choose a course in life which is acceptable to both himself and others stands in vivid contrast to the life story of the lower animals who need only to follow their genetically determined drives to fulfill their potential as living organisms. Since human beings find a tremendous variety in their style of adjustment to their fellow men, it is clear that their search for a healthy maturity must go through many stages of development.

Letters To His Son--EARL OF CHESTERFIELD
I hope you employ your whole time, which few people do; and that you put every moment to, profit of some kind or other. I call company, walking, riding, etc., employing one's time, and, upon proper occasions, very usefully; but what I cannot forgive in anybody is sauntering, and doing nothing at all, with a thing so precious as time, and so irrecoverable when lost.

Letters to Sir William Windham and Mr. Pope--Lord Bolingbroke
You have begun your ethic epistles in a masterly manner. You have copied no other writer, nor will you, I think, be copied by any one. It is with genius as it is with beauty; there are a thousand pretty things that charm alike; but superior genius, like superior beauty, has always something particular, something that belongs to itself alone. It is always distinguishable, not only from those who have no claim to excellence, but even from those who excel, when any such there are.

Lettres philosophiques
Cependant, quoique chacun puisse ici servir Dieu à sa mode, leur véritable religion, celle où l'on fait fortune, est la secte des épiscopaux, appelée l'Église anglicane, ou l'Église par excellence. On ne peut avoir d'emploi, ni en Angleterre ni en Irlande, sans être du nombre des fidèles anglicans ; cette raison, qui est une excellente preuve, a converti tant de non-conformistes, qu'aujourd'hui il n'y a pas la vingtième partie de la nation qui soit hors du giron de l'Église dominante.

Lettres--Blaise Pascal
Je ne sais comment vous aurez reçu la perte de vos lettres. Je voudrais bien que vous l'eussiez prise comme il faut. Il est temps de commencer à juger de ce qui est bon ou mauvais par la volonté de Dieu, qui ne peut être ni injuste ni aveugle, et non pas par la nôtre propre, qui est toujours pleine de malice et d'erreur. Si vous avez eu ces sentiments, j'en serai bien content, afin que vous vous en soyez consolée sur une raison plus solide que celle que j'ai à vous dire, qui est que j'espère qu'elles se retrouveront.

LEVELLING WITH ELISHA--Charles E. Van Loan
"Hah!" ejaculated the presiding judge, tugging at his stubby grey moustache. "Old Man Curry put one over on the boys, or I miss my guess. Yes, sir, he beat the good thing and spilled the beans. Elisha, first; Broadsword, second; that thing of Engle's, third. Serve' 'em right! Hah!"

Li Romanz de l'estoire dou Graal--Robert de Boron
A icel tens que je vous conte,/ Et roi et prince et duc et conte,/ Nostres premiers peres Adam,/ Eve no mere et Abraham,/ Ysaac, Jacob, Yheremyes/

Life in the Clearings versus the Bush--Susanna Moodie
The native-born Canadian regarded with a jealous feeling men of talent and respectability who emigrated from the mother country, as most offices of consequence and emolument were given to such persons. The Canadian, naturally enough, considered such preference unjust, and an infringement upon his rights as a native of the colony, and that he had a greater claim, on that account, upon the government, than men who were perfect strangers. This, owing to his limited education, was not always the case; but the preference shown to the British emigrant proved an active source of ill-will and discontent.

Life of Chopin--Franz Liszt
He was so entirely filled with the sentiments whose most perfect types he believed he had known in his own youth, with the ideas which it alone pleased him to confide to art; he contemplated art so invariably from the same point of view, that his artistic preferences could not fail to be influenced by his early impressions. In the great models and CHEFS-D'OEUVRE, he only sought that which was in correspondence with his own soul. That which stood in relation to it pleased him; that which resembled it not, scarcely obtained justice from him.

Life of John Coleridge Patteson--Charlotte M. Yonge
There is a light-heartedness about his letters like that of the old Eton times. Something might have been owing to the impulse of health, which was due to the tropical heat. Most probably this heat was what exhausted his constitution so early, but at first it was a delightful stimulus, and gave him exemption from all those discomforts with which cold had affected him at home. This exhilaration bore him over the many trials of close contact with uncivilised human nature so completely that his friends never even guessed at his natural fastidiousness. That which might have been selfish in this fastidiousness was conquered, though the refinement remained. Even to the last, in his most solitary hours, this personal neatness never relaxed, but the victory over disgust was a real triumph over self, which no doubt was an element of happiness.

Life of Laperouse--Ernest Scott
That direction is especially important, because if Laperouse had not perished, but had lived to carry out his programme, it is evident that he would have forestalled the later discoveries of Bass and Flinders in southern Australia. What a vast difference to the later course of history that might have made!

Life of Ma Parker
But the struggle she'd had to bring up those six little children and keep herself to herself. Terrible it had been! Then, just when they were old enough to go to school her husband's sister came to stop with them to help things along, and she hadn't been there more than two months when she fell down a flight of steps and hurt her spine. And for five years Ma Parker had another baby-and such a one for crying!-to look after.

Lightfoot the Deer

Light of Egypt, V II--Henry O. Wagner/Belle M. Wagner/Thomas H. Burgoyne
In this aspect the visible cosmos may be represented as a kaleidoscope. The visible constellations, planets, and other heavenly bodies, are the bits of colored glass; and Deity the invisible force, which keeps the instrument in motion. Each revolution produces a different pictorial figure, which, complete in its harmony of parts, is perfect in its mathematical proportions, and beautiful in its geometrical designs. And yet each creation, each form, and each combination of forms, are produced by the same little pieces of glass; and all of them, in reality, are optical illusions; i.e., natural phenomena, which deceive the physical senses. So it is with Cosmic Nature.

Light, Life, and Love--W. R. Inge
Full title: LIGHT, LIFE, AND LOVE Selections from the German Mystics of the Middle Ages

Limbo and other Essays--Vernon Lee
The moon, particularly, is continually en scène, as if to take the place of the fireflies, which last only so long as the corn is in the ear, gradually getting extinguished and trailing about, humble helpless moths with a pale phosphorescence in their tail, in the grass and in the curtains. The moon takes their place; the moon which, in an Italian summer, seems to be full for three weeks out of the four.

LINE-UP MURDER
But the orderly seemed even more terrified than before. His eyes, previously centered on Nolan, were looking over the detective's shoulder, now. Nolan heard the floor squeak behind him. He started to turn. Something was dropped over his head and fastened there. He tried to get himself free; but blinded, and weakened now from the shock of the attack, he reeled across the room, tripped and fell heavily.

Literary Blunders--Henry Wheatley
The following etymological guesses are not so good, but they are worthy of registration. One boy described a blackguard as ``one who has been a shoeblack,'' while another thought he was ``a man dressed in black.'' ``Polite'' is said to be derived from ``Pole,'' owing to the affability of the Polish race. ``Heathen'' means ``covered with heath''; but this explanation is commonplace when compared with the brilliant guess-``Heathen, from Latin `haethum,' faith, and `en,' not.''

LITTLE LISBETH--Paul Heyse
It was dark night when we reached our village, and I observed at once that a light was still burning in the sexton's house, where they usually went to bed with the chickens. At our own house, too, there was unusual commotion; my mother came out to meet us with a very disturbed face, and said something in a low tone to my father, whereat he cast a pitying glance at me and sent me at once to bed.

Little Lucy's Wonderful Globe
Nurse was frightened when she looked at them. She turned all the little sisters out of the night nursery, covered Lucy up close, and ordered her not to stir, certainly not to go into her bath. Then there was a whispering and a running about, and Lucy was half alarmed, but more pleased at being so important, for she did not feel at all ill, and quite enjoyed the tea and toast that Nurse brought up to her.

Little Rivers--Henry van Dyke
But apart from the philosophy of the matter, which I must confess to passing over very superficially at the time, there were other and more cogent reasons for wanting to go from Venice to the Big Venetian. It was the first of July, and the city on the sea was becoming tepid. A slumbrous haze brooded over canals and palaces and churches. It was difficult to keep one's conscience awake to Baedeker and a sense of moral obligation; Ruskin was impossible, and a picture-gallery was a penance. We floated lazily from one place to another, and decided that, after all, it was too warm to go in. The cries of the gondoliers, at the canal corners, grew more and more monotonous and dreamy.

Little Songs--Eliza Lee Follen
When children are hungry,/ O, who can tell how/ They love the fresh milk/ From the good moolly cow!/

Lives of the English Poets: Prior, Congreve, Blackmore, Pope--Samuel Johnson
"How," says the critic, "can wit be scorned where it is not? Is not this a figure frequently employed in Hibernian land! The person that wants this wit may indeed be scorned, but the scorn shows the honour which the contemner has for wit." Of this remark Pope made the proper use, by correcting the passage.

Lives of the Poets: (Gay, Thomson, Young, Gray, Etc.)--Samuel Johnson
Gay is represented as a man easily incited to hope, and deeply depressed when his hopes were disappointed. This is not the character of a hero, but it may naturally imply something more generally welcome, a soft and civil companion. Whoever is apt to hope good from others is diligent to please them; but he that believes his powers strong enough to force their own way, commonly tries only to please himself.

Lives of the Poets: Addison, Savage, etc.--Samuel Johnson
Under such a tutor, Mr. Savage was not likely to learn prudence or frugality; and perhaps many of the misfortunes which the want of those virtues brought upon him in the following parts of his life, might be justly imputed to so unimproving an example. Nor did the kindness of Sir Richard end in common favours. He proposed to have established him in some settled scheme of life, and to have contracted a kind of alliance with him, by marrying him to a natural daughter, on whom he intended to bestow a thousand pounds. But though he was always lavish of future bounties, he conducted his affairs in such a manner that he was very seldom able to keep his promises, or execute his own intentions; and, as he was never able to raise the sum which he had offered, the marriage was delayed.

Lizzy Glenn
THE prompt assistance rendered, by Dr. R-to Mrs. Gaston came just in time. It enabled her to pay her month's rent, due for several days, to settle the amount owed to Mrs. Grubb, and lay in more wood for the coming winter. This consumed all her money, and left her once more dependent upon the meagre reward of her hard labor to supply food and clothing for herself and her two remaining children. From a state of almost complete paralysis of mind, consequent upon the death of Ella, her necessities aroused her.

Lo! 'Twas a Gala Night!
The row of officials at the controle took the expensive gilt card from Cecil, examined it, returned it, and bowed low with an intimation that he should turn to the right and climb two floors; and the party proceeded further into the interior of the great building. The immense corridors and foyers and stairs were crowded with a collection of the best-known people and the best-dressed people and the most wealthy people in Paris. It was a gathering of all the renowns.

Locke Amsden; or, The Schoolmaster--Daniel P. Thompson
He was received with much rough cordiality by Bunker, and with some show of respect by his mastiff-mannered boys. The good dame of the house soon began to bestir herself in preparation for a meal for the "new master" and his brother, the latter of whom, it was understood, after obtaining refreshment for himself and horse, was to return home that evening.

Lodore--Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
It was, perhaps, strange that Fitzhenry, alive to the smallest evil that might approach his darling child, and devoted to her sole guardianship, should have been blind to the sort of danger which she ran during his absence. But the paternal protection is never entirely efficient. A father avenges an insult; but he has seldom watchfulness enough to prevent it. In the present instance, the extreme youth of Ethel might well serve as an excuse. She was scarcely fifteen; and, light-hearted and blithe, none but childish ideas had found place in her unruffled mind.

Lombard Street--Walter Bagehot
With so many advantages over all competitors, it is quite natural that the Bank of England should have far outstripped them all. Inevitably it became the bank in London; all the other bankers grouped themselves round it, and lodged their reserve with it. Thus our one reserve system of banking was not deliberately founded upon definite reasons; it was the gradual consequence of many singular events, and of an accumulation of legal privileges on a single bank which has now been altered, and which no one would now defend.

Lord Dunfield
Then came the day of Miss Filkins's marriage. Having been twitted on this subject by many of his old friends - to whom he had spoken of the lady with premature confidence - he resolved to be present at the ceremony. And not for this reason only. He wished to observe the countenance of the bridegroom - if possible, of the bride. With feminine assistance, Lord Dunfield had concocted and manufactured two anonymous letters: one addressed to Miss Filkins, containing information with regard to her future husband; the other, for that gentleman's own perusal, professing to throw light on certain points of Miss Filkins's history and character.

Lost in the Fog--James De Mille
Immediately in front of them arose a vast cliff,--black, rocky, frowning,--that ascended straight up from the deep water, its summit lost in the thick fog, its base white with the foaming waves that thundered there. A hoarse roar came up from those breaking waves, which blended fearfully with the whistle of the wind through the rigging, and seemed like the warning sound of some dark, drear fate. The cliff was close by, and the schooner had been steering straight towards it. So near was it that it seemed as though one could have easily tossed a biscuit ashore.

Lou and Liz
Everything was fresh to them; even familiar posters acquired a new interest seen in the light of holiday. A wrestling lion and a boxing kangaroo, large and vivid on hoardings by the railway, excited them to enthusiasm. 'Look at it landin' 'im one in the jawr!' cried Liz, pointing out the kangaroo to Jacky, with educational fervour. And the monkey-faced little fellow seemed to understand, for he leapt on his mother's knee, and smote his sticky little hands together.

Loulou--Thomas Mann
The next afternoon Amra drove out once more "to tend to some matters." She stopped in the Holzstrasse, Number 78, and went up to the second floor, where someone was waiting for her. Tightened and relaxed with love, she pressed his head against her breast, and whispered a passionate, "Do you hear me, make it for two pianos! You and I both will accompany him, while he sings and dances. I'll see to the costume. . . ."

Louquier's Third Act
Had it been human, its breath would have suffocated him, so close was its invisible countenance to his. He could not move his legs or feet, or his left arm, but his right elbow, pushed out across the wideish arm of the char, had a little margin still. He drove his elbow out farther, then strained up a tense forearm and dug the lighted cigarette into the air directly in front of his own face. So complete was his consciousness of this terrible imponderable thing that he expected it to feel pain

Love Among the Chickens
Nevertheless, I crawled into the bushes and administered to Aunt Elizabeth a prod in the lower ribs-if hens have lower ribs. The more I study hens, the more things they seem able to get along without- which abruptly disturbed her calm detachment. She shot out at the spot where Mr. Chase was waiting with his coat off, and was promptly enveloped in that garment and captured.

Love and Power
Adolescence is a period of self-exploration and discovery. Maturity is reached when the self conforms to those patterns of interaction with others which the various social roles require. The independent and highly individual self is used in this adaptation, and if its identity is to survive it cannot make sacrifices which are not essential to the adaptive requirements. In a changing external world the requirements of maturity do not remain fixed and unalterable, but they do not change in response to the individual's need to express his individuality.

Love Before Breakfast
I would do anything to make them definitely decide to take the place before they left me. I trembled to think of her going elsewhere and giving other householders a chance to tempt her. She had looked at a good many country houses, but it was quite plain that none of them had pleased her so well as mine.

Love in Several Masques
Rattle. Pugh! there's a Rival, indeed! Besides, I am sensible that I am the happy He whom she has chosen out of our whole Sex. She is stark mad in Love, poor Soul! and let me alone when I have made an Impression. I tell yee, Sirs, I have had Opportunities, I have had Encouragements, I have had Kisses and Embraces, Lads; but, mum. Now, if you tell one Word, Devil take me, if ever I trust you with a Secret again.

Love Me Little, Love Me Long
Three days elapsed, and no invitation to Font Abbey; on this his happiness cooled of itself. But when day after day rolled by, and no Font Abbey, he was dashed, uneasy, and, above all, perplexed. What could be the reason? Had he, with his rough ways, offended her? Had she been too dignified to resent it at the time? Was he never to go to Font Abbey again? Eve's first feeling was unmixed satisfaction. We have seen already that she expected no good from this rash attachment.

LOVE ME, LOVE MY DOG
Etext creator Dagny says this is her favorite Wodehouse tale of all.

Love, The Fiddler--Lloyd Osbourne
Frank Rignold too was a son of Bridgeport, and the sea which ran in that blood for generations bade him in manhood to rise and follow it. He had gone into the engine-room, and at thirty was the chief engineer of a cargo boat running to South American ports. He was a fine-looking man with earnest grey eyes; a reader, a student, an observer; self-taught in Spanish, Latin, and French; a grave, quiet gentlemanly man, whose rare smile seemed to light his whole face, and who in his voyages South had caught something of Spanish grace and courtliness. He returned as regularly to Bridgeport as his ship did to New York; and when he stepped off the train his eager steps took him first to the Fenacres' house, his hands never empty of some little present for his sweetheart.

LOVE-SONGS MADE EASY
I seem, in the midst of the crowd,/ The lightest of all;/ My laughter rings cheery and loud,/ In banquet and ball./ My lip hath its smiles and its sneers,/ For all men to see;/ But my soul, and my truth, and my tears,/ Are for thee, are for thee!

Loyalties
TWISDEN. [Opening the envelope and reading] "All corroborates." H'm! [He puts it in his pocket and takes out of an envelope the two notes, lays them on the table, and covers them with a sheet of blotting-paper; stands a moment preparing himself, then goes to the door of the waiting- room, opens it, and says:] Now, Captain Dancy. Sorry to have kept you waiting.

Luck or Cunning?--Samuel Butler
In brief, there is nothing in life of which there are not germs, and, so to speak, harmonics in death, and nothing in death of which germs and harmonics may not be found in life. Each emphasizes what the other passes over most lightly-each carries to its extreme conceivable development that which in the other is only sketched in by a faint suggestion-but neither has any feature rigorously special to itself. Granted that death is a greater new departure in an organism's life, than any since that congeries of births and deaths to which the name embryonic stages is commonly given, still it is a new departure of the same essential character as any other- that is to say, though there be much new there is much, not to say more, old along with it. We shrink from it as from any other change to the unknown, and also perhaps from an instinctive sense that the fear of death is a sine qua non for physical and moral progress, but the fear is like all else in life, a substantial thing which, if its foundations be dug about, is found to rest on a superstitious basis.

Lucy Hosmer--Daniel P. Thompson
Full title: Lucy Hosmer; or, The Guardian and Ghost. A Tale of Avarice and Crime Defeated

LUKUNDOO--Edward Lucas White
Except for a faint glow from the embers of the bearers' fire we were in complete darkness, little starlight struggled through the trees, the river made but a faint murmur. We could hear the two voices together and then suddenly the creaking voice changed into a razor-edged, slicing whistle, indescribably cutting, continuing right through Stone's grumbling torrent of croaking words.

MAD MESA
THE most intense shocks are the unexpected ones, and somehow neither Doc Savage nor Tom Idle had expected Hondo Weatherbee to murder the lookout. They sat petrified with grisly astonishment, while their little boat rocked on the waves thrown by the body of the dead man. Doc Savage, recovering, reached back and gripped Tom Idle's face to prevent the young man, in the amazement of the moment, from making a sound.

MADAME AUBIN--Verlaine--Translated and adapted by Frank J. Morlock
MARIE Don't use that word virtue any more. It is terrible to my ears. I was telling you just now that I've something like fear of the present. Yes, fear to remain here this way. But I was in the process of adding that the present doesn't terrify me. It was then that you shrieked out at the moment I was going to explain to you how I intended to confide myself to your honor to allow me to decide in peace. And you got so carried away that you irritated me, too. And you just said things to me! A caprice? me, at my age; twenty-eight years old!

Madame Midas--Fergus Hume
Hastily waving for the men to go away, she applied remedies, and Madame soon revived. Vandeloup had gone outside with McIntosh, and was asking him about the robbery, and then told him in return about Villiers' movements on that night. Selina called them in again, as Madame wanted to hear all about her husband, and Vandeloup was just entering when he turned to McIntosh.

Madame Sara--L. T. Meade and Robert Eustace
She turned red as she spoke, and the worried, uneasy expression became more marked on her face. I had noticed for some time that she had been looking both nervous and depressed. I had first observed this peculiarity about her on board the Norham Castle, but, as time went on, instead of lessening it grew worse. Her face for so young a woman was haggard; she started at each sound, and Madame Sara's name was never spoken in her presence without her evincing almost undue emotion.

MADELEINE: An Autobiography
My difficulties with the patrons arose from two causes. The first was the almost invariable habit of patrons in asking a girl all about her private life; the fact that they had never seen her before, and possibly would never see her again, made not the faintest difference. They considered that her story was one of their privileges and included in the price they had paid for their entertainment.

Mademoiselle Fifi
The girls did not understand his witticisms, and their intelligence did not seem to be awakened until he sputtered obscene words, rough expressions, crippled by his accent. Then all in a chorus began to laugh as if they were demented, falling on the laps of their neighbors, repeating the words which the Baron disfigured purposely in order to make them say filthy things. They vomited at will plenty of them, intoxicated after drinking from the first bottles of wine; and relapsing into their real selves, opening the gates to their habits, they kissed mustaches on their right and those on their left, pinched arms, uttered furious screams, drank out of all the glasses, sang French couplets and bits of German songs they had learned in their daily intercourse with the enemy.

Mademoiselle Irnois
L'évanouissement s'était dissipé comme tout se dissipe, mais en laissant à la jeune fille une torpeur physique et une sorte de désolation dont on pouvait aisément se rendre compte en la regardant. Elle était beaucoup plus pâle que d'ordinaire, et ses yeux avaient perdu l'éclat particulier dont tout le monde avait été surpris autour d'elle depuis quelque temps.

Mademoiselle of Monte Carlo--William Le Queux
"And if Mademoiselle dies the assailant, whoever he was, will be guilty of wilful murder; while you, on your part, will never know the truth concerning your father's death," remarked the elder man, running his fingers through his hair.

Mae Madden--Mary Murdoch Mason
The rich life in Mae's blood was surging in her veins and must be let off in some way. If she had had her music and a piano she might have thrown her soul into some great flood-waves of harmony. The Farnesina frescoes of Cupid and Psyche over across the Tiber would have helped her, but here she was alone, and so she did what so many "fervent souls" do-scribbled her heart out in a colorful, barbarous rhyme. Mae had ordinarily too good sense for this, too deep a reverence for that world of poetry, at the threshold of which one should bow the knee, and loose the shoe from his foot, and tread softly. She didn't care for this to-day.

Magnum Bonum
Never had expedition been more enjoyed than that of Mrs. Brownlow and her three boys. They had taken a week by the sea to recruit their forces, and then began their journey in earnest, since it was too late for a return to Eton, although so early in the season that to the Swiss they were like the first swallows of the spring, and they came in for some of the wondrous glory of the spring flowers, so often missed by tourists.

Malbone: An Oldport Romance--Thomas Wentworth Higginson
PHILIP MALBONE had that perfectly sunny temperament which is peculiarly captivating among Americans, because it is so rare. He liked everybody and everybody liked him; he had a thousand ways of affording pleasure, and he received it in the giving. He had a personal beauty, which, strange to say, was recognized by both sexes,-for handsome men must often consent to be mildly hated by their own. He had travelled much, and had mingled in very varied society; he had a moderate fortune, no vices, no ambition, and no capacity of ennui.

Malleus Maleficarum
And the power of God is stronger than the power of the devil, so divine works are more true than demoniac operations. Whence inasmuch as evil is powerful in the world, then it must be the work of the devil always conflicting with the work of God. Therefore as it is unlawful to hold that the devil's evil craft can apparently exceed the work of God, so it us unlawful to believe that the noblest works of creation, that is to say, man and beast, can be harmed and spoiled by the power of the devil.

Mam'zelle Guillotine
A few hours later I heard about the arrests. The news was all over the villages around. I was heart-broken and still more so when I realised that Madame had gone, I knew not whither. Three or four days later it was known in the entire district that the diligence in which Monsieur le Marquis with the young Vicomte and the abbé were being taken to Paris to be tried and put to death by those murdering devils, that the diligence, I say, was waylaid by highwaymen in the forest of Mézières, at dead of night, and driven away no one has ever known what direction.

Mam'zelle Guillotine--Baroness Orczy
Just think on it! Three aristos who were being sent to Paris for trial were absolutely spirited away from under the very nose of the highly efficient police administration of the province. Spirited away! There was no other word for it! And the whole thing was obviously the work of those abominable English, who were emissaries of the devil, for no flesh and blood human creature could have engineered so damnable a trick and then disappeared as if the earth had swallowed them up.

Man As He Is
"Oh, any man; every man, if it could be found; but know you any individual in which such judgment resides? If any one has pretensions to elegance of her own, is it not sacrificed at the shrine of fashion? Is there any one who does not execrate (I do not mean that ladies swear) the tyranny which subjects them to incommodious and ugly habiliments? one who does not cry out upon the shocking-the absurd of this new invented -something, even on their way to the miliners, where they are hastening, like racers to the goal, lest the evanescent cap of folly should be gone before they had worn it?"

Man the Reformer
It cannot be wondered at, that this general inquest into abuses should arise in the bosom of society, when one considers the practical impediments that stand in the way of virtuous young men. The young man, on entering life, finds the way to lucrative employments blocked with abuses. The ways of trade are grown selfish to the borders of theft, and supple to the borders (if not beyond the borders) of fraud. The employments of commerce are not intrinsically unfit for a man, or less genial to his faculties, but these are now in their general course so vitiated by derelictions and abuses at which all connive

Man-size in Marble--E. Nesbit
The nature of the "deeds" might be vaguely inferred from the inflection of Mrs. Dorman's voice - which was enough to make one's blood run cold. I was glad that Laura was not in the room. She was always nervous, as highly-strung natures are, and I felt that these tales about our house, told by this old peasant woman, with her impressive manner and contagious credulity, might have made our home less dear to my wife.

Manacled--STEPHEN CRANE
The body of the theatre now resembled a mad surf amid rocks, but the hero did not look at it. He was filled with fury at the stupidity of the two brutal warders, in forgetting that they were leaving him manacled. Calling loudly, he hobbled off stage L, taking steps four inches long.

MANHATTAN HAYRIDE--Ben Conlon
Working swiftly in the stabbing beam of his flashlight, Blake tumbled several boxes of popcorn from the carton. Shaking them, they rattled loosely. Blake ripped the covers free. From the midst of caramel-coated popcorn slid three cello-phane-inclosed cigarettes. Blake sniffed at them.

Manuel Pereira--F. C. Adams
Full title: MANUEL PEREIRA; OR, The Sovereign Rule of South Carolina. WITH VIEWS OF SOUTHERN LAWS, LIFE, AND HOSPITALITY.

Many Voices--E. Nesbit
I reach my hand to thee!/ Stoop; take my hand in thine;/ Lead me where I would be,/ Father divine./ I do not even know/ The way I want to go,/ The way that leads to rest:

Many Waters Cannot Quench Love--Louisa Baldwin
Shortly after two o'clock Horton awoke suddenly, passing instantaneously from deep sleep to the possession of every faculty in a heightened degree, and with an insupportable sense of fear weighing upon him like a thousand nightmares. He started up and looked around him. The perspiration poured from his brow, and his heart beat to suffocation. He was convinced that he had been waked by some strange and terrible noise, that had thrilled through the depths of sleep, and he dreaded the repetition of it inexpressibly.

Mardi: and a Voyage Thither
Strange to relate, it was not till my Viking, with a rueful face, reminded me of the fact, that I bethought me of a circumstance somewhat alarming at the first blush. We must push off without chart or quadrant; though, as will shortly be seen, a compass was by no means out of the question. The chart, to be sure, I did not so much lay to heart; but a quadrant was more than desirable. Still, it was by no means indispensable.

Margot Asquith, An Autobiography
The East End of London was not a new experience to me. Laura and I had started a creche at Wapping the year I came out; and in following up the cases of deserving beggars I had come across a variety of slums. I have derived as much interest and more benefit from visiting the poor than the rich and I get on better with them. What was new to me in Whitechapel was the head of the factory.

MARGOT--Alfred de Musset
Two unexpected events, the one ridiculous, the other serious, occurred almost at the same time. Gaston was one morning trying a horse, he had just purchased, in the avenue leading to the house, when a little boy, half covered in rags and almost naked, approached him resolutely and stopped before his horse. It was Pierrot, the turkey keeper. Gaston did not recognize him, and thinking he was begging, threw a handful of coppers into the boy's cap. Pierrot pocketed the money, but instead of moving away, he ran after the horseman and once more placed himself in front of his horse a few steps farther on. Gaston called to him two or three times to get out of the way, but in vain; Pierrot still followed and placed himself in the horse's path.

Marie--Alexander Pushkin
"Ah! what folly; you have had some words with Alexis. What then? A harsh word can not be hung up by the neck. He gives you impertinence, give him the same; if he give you a slap, return the blow; he a second, you a third; in the end we will compel you to make peace. Whilst if you fight-well, if _you_ should kill _him_, God be with him! for I do not like him much; but if he should perforate you, what a nice piece of business! Then who will pay for the broken pots?"

Marie; or, The Fugitive!
Full title: Marie; or, The Fugitive! A Romance of Mount Benedict

Marino Faliero
Ber. F. Methinks, my Lord, 'tis better as it is: A sudden swelling of our retinue Had waked suspicion; and, though fierce and trusty, The vassals of that district are too rude And quick in quarrel to have long maintained The secret discipline we need for such A service, till our foes are dealt upon.

Marius the Epicurean, Vol. I
THAT almost morbid religious idealism, and his healthful love of the country, were both alike developed by the circumstances of a journey, which happened about this time, when Marius was taken to a certain temple of Aesculapius, among the hills of Etruria, as was then usual in such cases, for the cure of some boyish sickness. The religion of Aesculapius, though borrowed from Greece, had been naturalised in Rome in the old republican times; but had reached under the Antonines the height of its popularity throughout the Roman world.

Marius the Epicurean, Vol. II
But supplementing these older official observances, the very wildest gods had their share of worship,-strange creatures with strange secrets startled abroad into open daylight. The delirious sort of religion of which Marius was a spectator in the streets of Rome, during the seven days of the Lectisternium, reminded him now and again of an observation of Apuleius: it was "as if the presence of the gods did not do men good, but disordered or weakened them."

MARKED MURDER
Kent had an idea they were talking to hold his attention. Half a second later he was sure of it. Glass smashed and a gun roared! The bullet glanced off the barrel of Kent's rifle, knocking it from his hand. He whirled, his hand darting toward the service pistol. The holster flap was open and he got that gun out faster than an old-time Western road agent.

Marmaduke Wyvil; or, The Maid's Revenge--Henry
"Sit down, then-sit down, Alice, and tell me all about it-if there be brief space, so much the more need for good haste;" and he pulled forward, as he spoke, a settee from the corner of the chimney, and placed himself in his own seat in attitudy of deep attention.

Marmion: A Tale of Flodden Field--Walter Scott
The breeze, which swept away the smoke,/ Round Norham Castle rolled,/ When all the loud artillery spoke,/ With lightning-flash, and thunder-stroke,/ As Marmion left the hold.

Marriage a la Mode
The exquisite freshness of Isabel! When he had been a little boy, it was his delight to run into the garden after a shower of rain and shake the rose-bush over him. Isabel was that rose-bush, petal-soft, sparkling and cool. And he was still that little boy. But there was no running into the garden now, no laughing and shaking. The dull, persistent gnawing in his breast started again. He drew up his legs, tossed the papers aside, and shut his eyes.

Married Life; Its Shadows and Sunshine
It was in the afternoon, and Huntley could not ask his young wife about it, unless he made a special errand home, which, as he lived some distance away from his office, would be inconvenient. Not in the least doubting, however, that Esther would be pleased to go to the opera, as she had more than once expressed a wish to see and hear Norma, he secured tickets and considered the matter settled

Mars--Percival Lowell
On the other hand, their length is usually great, and in some cases enormous. A thousand or fifteen hundred miles may be considered about the average. The Ganges, for example, which is not a long one as Martian canals go, is about 1450 miles in length. The Brontes, one of the newly discovered, radiating from the Gulf of the Titans, extends over 2400 miles. Among really long ones, the Eumenides, with its continuation the Orcus, the two being in truth one line, runs 3540 miles from the point where it leaves the Phoenix Lake to the point where it enters the Trivium Charontis

Marsyas in Flanders--Vernon Lee
the Effigy, made by a saint and come to Dunes by miracle, had evidently found some trace of unholiness in the stone to which it had been fastened. Such was the ready explanation afforded by the Prior of the church, in answer to an angry summons of the Abbot of St Loup, who expressed his disapproval of such unusual miracles.

Martie The Unconquered
"I honestly think that some of us ought to go down to-night and see Grandma Kelly," said Lydia at luncheon a week later. November had come in bright and sunny, but with late dawns and early twilights. Rodney Parker's college friend having delayed his promised visit, the agitating question of the Friday Fortnightly had been temporarily laid to rest, but Martie saw him nearly every day, and family and friends alike began to change in their attitude to Martie.

Martin Faber: The Story of a Criminal--William Gilmore Simms
He sprung upon his feet with undisguised horror. His face was ashen pale-his lips were parted in affright; and while I held one of his hands, the other involuntarily was passed over, entirely concealing his eyes. What prompted me to the narration I know not. I could not resist the impulse-I was compelled to speak. It was my fate. I described my crime-I dwelt upon all its particulars; but with a caution, strangely inconsistent with the open confidence I had manifested, I changed the name of the victim-I varied the period, and falsified, in my narrative, all the localities of the crime

Martin Luther's Small Catechism--Translation by Robert E. Smith
Q. How can water do such great things? A. Water doesn't make these things happen, of course. It is God's Word, which is with and in the water. Because, without God's Word, the water is plain water and not baptism. But with God's Word it is a Baptism, a grace-filled water of life, a bath of new birth in the Holy Spirit, as St. Paul said to Titus in the third chapter:

Maruja
He did not have long to wait. The sound of voices, the opening of doors, and the trampling of feet indicated that the other party were being "shown over" that part of the building Carroll and his companion were approaching. "There's Jim and his gang now," said his cicerone; "I'll tell him you're here, and step out of this show business myself. So long! I reckon I'll see you at dinner."

Mary, A Fiction--Mary Wollstonecraft
She had a wonderful quickness in discerning distinctions and combining ideas, that at the first glance did not appear to be similar. But these various pursuits did not banish all her cares, or carry off all her constitutional black bile. Before she enjoyed Ann's society, she imagined it would have made her completely happy: she was disappointed, and yet knew not what to complain of.

Master Sunshine--Mrs. C. F. Fraser
"There is a great lot of sense, after all, even in creatures that people think are foolish," thought Master Sunshine to himself as he set off. Then he turned to wave his hand to his mother, who threw a kiss at him from an upper window as he disappeared down the road.

Masterman Ready--Captain Marryat
Ready was up before the sun had appeared, and he awakened William. The knapsacks had been already packed, with two bottles of water in each, wrapped round with cocoa-nut leaves, to prevent their breaking, and the beef and pork divided between each knapsack. Ready's, which was larger than William's, held the biscuit and several other things which Ready had prepared in case they might require them.

Mates at Billabong--Mary Grant Bruce
"If the Doctor ever gives me anything barring the length of his tongue, I'll have apoplexy!" remarked Wally. "We don't twin-soul a bit better than we did. He caught me beautifully the other day. Three or four of us were going to have a supper. I'd been into town to the dentist, and was bringing home a lobster. Coming out, that idiot Bob Greenfield was next me on the train, and he amused himself by rubbing the lobster gently until the thin brown paper they wrap 'em in had worn through in places. I was talking cricket for all I was worth, and never noticed him.

Max Hensig
The man in the cell ceased his restless pacing up and down, and stopped opposite the bars to examine them. He stared straight into Williams's eyes for a moment, and the reporter noted a very different expression from the one he had first seen. It actually made him shift his position and stand a little to one side. But the movement was wholly instinctive. He could not have explained why he did it.

May Martin--Daniel P. Thompson
Full title: May Martin; or, The Money Diggers. A Green Mountain Tale

Mechanical Justice
"And it will be quite sufficient to throw into the urn anything round, of whatever size, and the machine will go on to infinity, if you will, or, if not to infinity, to 780 or 800, at.which point the spring would have run down and the machine need re-winding. What I had in view in using these small coupons was that they might commonly be replaced by coins, and each mechanical self-flogger has a comparative table of the stroke values of copper, silver and gold money. Observe the table here at the side of the main pillar.

Meditations of First Philosophy--Descartes
Many other matters respecting the attributes of God and my own nature or mind remain for consideration; but I shall possibly on another occasion resume the investigation of these. Now (after first noting what must be done or avoided, in order to arrive at a knowledge of the truth) my principal task is to endeavour to emerge from the state of doubt into which I have these last days fallen, and to see whether nothing certain can be known regarding material things.

Memnon
Memnon conçut un jour le projet insensé d'être parfaitement sage. Il n'y a guère d'hommes à qui cette folie n'ait quelquefois passé par la tête. Memnon se dit à lui-même: Pour être très sage, et par conséquent très heureux, il n'y a qu'à être sans passions; et rien n'est plus aisé, comme on sait. Premièrement je n'aimerai jamais de femme

Memoirs of Mr. Charles J. Yellowplush
I spose Mr. Frederic looked black, for I was ONLY listening, and he said, in a voice hagitated by emotion, "Mary," said he, "if you love me, ask me this no more: let it be sfishnt for you to know that I am a honest man, and that a secret, what it would be misery for you to larn, must hang over all my actions-that is from ten o'clock till six."

Men's Wives
Crump married Miss Budge, so well known to the admirers of the festive dance on the other side of the water as Miss Delancy; and they had one daughter, named Morgiana, after that celebrated part in the "Forty Thieves" which Miss Budge performed with unbounded applause both at the "Surrey" and "The Wells." Mrs. Crump sat in a little bar, profusely ornamented with pictures of the dancers of all ages, from Hillisberg, Rose, Parisot, who plied the light fantastic toe in 1805, down to the Sylphides of our day.

MERCHANTS OF DISASTER
Spardoso's foot jammed on a button on the floor. A steel screen dropped from the ceiling, just outside the door. Without an instant's pause, the tall black-eyed man leaped to a row of buttons on the nearby desk, pressed one.

Micromegas
Nos deux philosophes étaient prêts à s'embarquer dans l'atmosphère de Saturne avec une fort jolie provision d'instruments de mathématiques, lorsque la maîtresse du Saturnien, qui en eut des nouvelles, vint en larmes faire ses remontrances. C'était une jolie petite brune qui n'avait que six cent soixante toises, mais qui réparait par bien des agréments la petitesse de sa taille.

MIKE'S LITTLE BROTHER
Nature seemed to have started out with the idea of making two faces and then to have decided to use all the material for one. A vast jaw was its principal feature. This was surmounted by a grin that must have measured many inches. Curiously enough, the man reminded me instantly of someone I knew quite well, though at the moment I could not name him. -- Special thanks to Dagny and the Blandings Group for providing this text.

Minnesota and Dacotah--C. C. Andrews
Subtitled: Letters descriptive of a Tour through the North-West, IN THE AUTUMN OF 1856. WITH INFORMATION RELATIVE TO PUBLIC LANDS, AND A TABLE OF STATISTICS.

MIRE
"Insolence, cynicism . . . it's unclean! If you've such a longing for insolence and cynicism, you might have picked a sow out of the mire and have devoured her alive. It would have been cheaper, anyway! Instead of two thousand three hundred!"

Miscellaneous Poems
Adieu to kindred hearts and home,/ To pleasure, joy, and mirth,/ A fitter foot than mine to roam/ Could scarcely tread the earth;/ For they are now so few indeed/ (Not more than three in all),

Miscellaneous Poems--Andrew Marvell
He saw near hand, as he imagin'd Ares./ Such did he seem for corpulence and port,/ But 'twas a man much of another sort;/ 'Twas Ben that in the dusky Laurel shade/ Amongst the Chorus of old Poets laid,/

Miscellaneous Prose
The whole of the troops, about 110,000 men, with which Cialdini intends to force the passage of the first-named river are already massed along the right bank of the Po, anxiously waiting that the last hour of to-morrow should strike, and that the order for action should be given. The telegraph will have already informed your readers that, according to the intimation sent by General Lamarmora on Tuesday evening to the Austrian headquarters, the three days fixed by the general's message before beginning hostilities will expire at twelve p.m. of the 23rd of June.

Miscellaneous Studies
Hence the splendour, the space, the novelty, of the great French cathedrals in the first Pointed style, monuments for the most part of the artistic genius of laymen, significant pre-eminently of that Queen of Gothic churches at Amiens. In most cases those early Pointed churches are entangled, here or there, by the constructions of the old round-arched style, the heavy, Norman or other, Romanesque chapel or aisle, side by side, though in strong contrast with, the soaring new Gothic of nave or transept. But of that older [111] manner of the round arch, the plein-cintre, Amiens has nowhere, or almost nowhere, a trace.

Miscellanies upon Various Subjects--John Aubrey
Mr. Ashmole told me, that a woman made use of a spell to cure an ague, by the advice of Dr. Nepier; a minister came to her, and severely repremanded her, for making use of a diabolical help, and told her, she was in danger of damnation for it, and commanded her to burn it. She did so, and her distemper returned severely; insomuch that she was importunate with the Doctor to use the same again; she used it, and had ease. But the parson hearing of it, came to her again, and thundered hell and damnation, and frighted her so, that she burnt it again. Whereupon she fell extremely ill, and would have had it a third time; but the Doctor refused, saying, that she had contemned and slighted the power and goodness of the blessed spirits (or Angels) and so she died.

Miss Brill
"It's her fu-ur which is so funny," giggled the girl. "It's exactly like a fried whiting."

Miss Brown, Vol. 1
He stopped a moment, and looked Hamlin in the face, as if to find out what sort of man he might be. He himself might be any age between thirty and forty, of the darkest possible Scotch type, sun-burnt like a bargee, snub of feature, with a huge, overhanging forehead; he was a man such as Hamlin had never dealt with-a type which he recognised as having seen among workmen and Dissenting preachers: ugly, intellectual, contemptuous-the incarnation of what, to the descendants of Cavaliers and Jamaica planters, seemed the aggressive lower classes.

Miss Brown, Vol. 2
"He is a monk," she used to say; "he ought to have lived in the middle ages. What we want nowadays are disagreeable, rough-and-ready men like Cousin Dick-men who don't merely feel sorry for vice, but who try to understand its scientific reason."

Miss Brown, Vol. 3
The only person who seemed displeased was Hamlin; and the only person who seemed cold was Miss Brown. Hamlin always required to absorb the whole attention of any person to whom he took a liking; to see his cousin fenced round with idiots, as he described it, was almost a physical annoyance to him; he was cross, captious, bitter, and gruff; and the more he showed his temper the more pleasure Madame Elaguine took in provoking him. As usual, when out of sorts with the world, and especially when he felt himself neglected, Hamlin began once more to pay attentions to Miss Brown, to bemoan his own baseness and weakness, to throw himself on her compassion, to insinuate that in her lay his only hope.

Miss Lucy in Town
Hay. Ay, Madam, these Things would have drest your Ladyship very well an hundred Years ago: But the Fashions are altered. Laced Pinners, indeed! You must cut off your Hair, and get a little Perriwig, and a French Cap; and instead of a great Watch, you must have one so small, that it is impossible it should go; and-But come, this young Lady will instruct You. Pray, Miss, wait on the Lady to her Apartment, and send for proper Tradesmen to dress her; such as the fine Ladies use. Madam, you shall be drest as you ought to be.

Miss Minerva and William Green Hill--Frances Boyd Calhoun
"That's my rabbit foot; you won't never have no 'sease 't all an' nobody can't never conjure you if you wears a rabbit foot. This here one is the lef' hin' foot; it was ketched by a red-headed nigger with crosseyes in a graveyard at twelve er'clock on a Friday night, when they's a full moon. He give it to Aunt Cindy to tie 'roun' my nake when I's a baby. Ain't you got no abbit foot?" he anxiously inquired.

Miss Rodney's Leisure
There was quiet for an hour or more. At something after midnight, when Miss Rodney had just finished writing half a dozen letters, there sounded a latch-key in the front door, and some one entered. This person, whoever it was, seemed to stumble about the passage in the dark, and at length banged against the listener's door. Miss Rodney started up and flung the door open. By the light of her lamp she saw a moustachioed face, highly flushed, and grinning.

Miss Tempy's Watchers
Mrs. Crowe met her look with a serious face. "It ain't so easy for me to give as it is for some," she said simply, but with an effort which was made possible only by the occasion. "I should like to say, while Tempy is laying here yet in her own house, that she has been a constant lesson to me. Folks are too kind, and shame me with thanks for what I do. I ain't such a generous woman as poor Tempy was, for all she had nothin' to do with, as one may say."

MODEL MURDER
He went directly to the black box. He threw a switch of some kind. A dart of light came out. The man laughed and it was a horrid sound. Vengeful and triumphant, it told a story of successful murder!

MODERN SUPERSTITION--Lafcadio Hearn
One unfortunate result of superstitious fear is that it actually invites the calamity dreaded; and the arrival of the calamity itself is an example that begets superstition. The evil multiplies with astonishing fecundity. If Carmen sees a priest crossing the road, and in consequence of the incident provokes her lover to kill her, the tragedy itself confirms the traditional belief of the provincials that to meet a priest is unlucky.

Monaldi: A Tale.--Washington Allston
Nothing more occurred for several days, till one morning, as Monaldi was going out, he saw a man standing at the entrance of his gateway. As he approached, the stranger suddenly drew his hat over his eyes, and precipitately retreated; not however, before the former had distinctly seen his face. Monaldi quickened his pace in order to overtake him, but on entering the street, the man was lost in the crowd; and before he had time to form any conjecture on the incident, his attention was diverted by a message from the pope, requiring his attendance.

Monkey Nuts
The conversation was carried on in tiny voices, for fear of disturbing the householders. "I don't know," said Joe, turning. He looked full at Albert, the two men looked straight into each other's eyes. There was a lurking grin in each of them. "Well I'm-blamed!" said Albert at last, throwing the telegram down emphatically on the bed.

Monsieur De Guise--Perley Poore Sheehan
As he spoke, a faint breath of the heliotrope came to me, and with it, by one of those odd associations of ideas, the portrait by Largilliére. I saw again the gentle face and the lustrous eyes, but the date-1733. Surely, this was not the portrait he referred to.

MONSIEUR DELAMORT
The host conducted the pair to a room above, leaving the company in a state of mingled excitement and derision, to await the result of this odd experiment. Within the feebly lighted bedchamber which the landlord had assigned to them, Delamort bade his companion be seated, and approached him with eyes riveted on his, and hands busy at mesmeric passes. He had hopes of gaining sufficient influence over Grosjean to be able to mentally suggest to him that he saw the spirit of his dead father.

Mont-Saint-Michel and Chartres--Henry Adams
A charming arcade at the top has the air of being thrown across in order to disguise the alteration, and perhaps owes much of its charm to the contrast it makes with the severity of military lines. Even the great west window looks like an afterthought; one's instinct asks for a blank wall. Yet, from the ground up to the cross on the spire, one feels the Norman nature throughout, animating the whole, uniting it all, and crowding into it an intelligent variety of original motives that would build a dozen churches of late Gothic. Nothing about it is stereotyped or conventional,-not even the conventionality.

Montes the Matador and Other Stories--Frank Harris
"Before this, however, early in the summer that followed the death of my mother, I went for the first time to see a bull-fight. My father wanted me to go, and my sister, too; so I went. I shall never forget that day. The chulos made me laugh, they skipped about so and took such extra-good care of themselves; but the banderilleros interested me. Their work required skill and courage, that I saw at once; but after they had planted the banderillas twice, I knew how it was done, and felt I could do it just as well or better. For the third or fourth banderillero made a mistake!

Montezuma, the Serf
Full title: Montezuma, the Serf; or, The Revolt of the Mexitili. A Tale of the Last Days of the Aztec Dynasty

Moonbeams From the Larger Lunacy--Stephen Leacock
The sales manager of the biggest book store for ten blocks cannot be deceived in a customer. And he knew, of course, that, as a professor, I was no good. I had come to the store, as all professors go to book stores, just as a wasp comes to an open jar of marmalade. He knew that I would hang around for two hours, get in everybody's way, and finally buy a cheap reprint of the Dialogues of Plato, or the Prose Works of John Milton, or Locke on the Human Understanding, or some trash of that sort.

Moonfleet--J. Meade Falkner
"Ay, 'twas a cruel, cruel thing to fire on so young a lad," Ratsey said, as he stepped back a pace to study the effect of a Bag that he was chiselling on the Revenue schooner, "and trouble is likely to come to the other poor fellows taken, for Lawyer Empson says three of them will surely hang at next Assize. I recollect", he went on, "thirty years ago, when there was a bit of a scuffle between the Royal Sophy and the Marnhull, they hanged four of the contrabandiers, and my old father caught his death of cold what with going to see the poor chaps turned off at Dorchester, and standing up to his knees in the river Frome to get a sight of them, for all the countryside was there,and such a press there was no place on land. There, that's enough," he said, turning again to the gravestone.

MOPSA THE FAIRY--JEAN INGELOW
"Because I heard a little of it," observed Jack. "I thought she was talking of me. She said, 'So he took the measure, and Mopsa stood still for once, and he found she was only one foot high, and she grew a great deal after that. Yes, she can grow.' "

Moral--Ludwig Thoma
STROEBEL. Pay attention. Here it says [he reads]: "Of course, for those higher up there are no laws." That means, I take it, that the rich are beyond the control of the law. By "control of the law," I wish you to understand I am attacking the humiliating and anarchistic notion that the law does not apply equally to rich and poor. Also I want to besmirch the rich, by designating them by a slang expression.

Moran of the Lady Letty
Wilbur had imagined that the fight would be hardly more than a wild rush down the slope of the beach, a dash over the beach- combers' breastworks of sand, and a brief hand-to-hand scrimmage around the old cabin. In all accounts he had ever read of such affairs, and in all ideas he had entertained on the subject, this had always been the case. The two bodies had shocked together like a college rush, there had been five minutes' play of knife and club and gun, a confused whirl of dust and smoke, and all was over before one had time either to think or be afraid. But nothing of the kind happened that morning.

Morris Graeme; or, The Cruise of the Sea-Slipper. A Sequel to The Dancing Feather
"I have heard from my yacht, and she has been at her old buccaneering tricks again," exclaimed Colonel Powel entering his drawing room, the second morning after the flight of his schooner from the cove, and addressing Hayward, who was seated reading a paragraph in a newspaper to his wife and Blanche.

Mosses from an Old Manse, volume 1
Where is that brilliant guest-that quick and subtle spirit whom Prometheus lured from Heaven to civilize mankind, and cheer them in their wintry desolation-that comfortable inmate, whose smile, during eight months of the year, was our sufficient consolation for summer's lingering advance and early flight? Alas! blindly inhospitable, grudging the food that kept him cheery and mercurial, we have thrust him into an iron prison, and compel him to smoulder away his life on a daily pittance which once would have been too scanty for his breakfast!

Mosses from an Old Manse, volume 2
The young man smiled and bowed, but drawing himself back in his chair, he buttoned his coat over his breast, as if the banquetting-hall were growing chill. Again the idiot fixed his melancholy stare upon the youth, and murmured-"cold! cold! cold!"

Moths of the Limberlost--Gene Stratton-Porter
I held the hat while the Deacon brought the board. Then with trembling care we slipped it under, and carefully carried the moth into the conservatory. First we turned on the light, and made sure that every ventilator was closed; then we released the Io for the night. In the morning we found a female clinging to a shelf, dotting it with little top-shaped eggs. I was delighted, for I thought this meant the complete history of a beautiful moth. So exquisite was the living, breathing creature, she put to shame the form and colouring of the mounted specimens. No wonder I had not cared for them!

Motorcycle Chums In Yellowstone Park--Andrew Carey Lincoln
At first Jack fancied that his chum was maintaining this rigid attitude, so that the bull might not notice him. It is a favorite scheme of a still hunter approaching a feeding deer, to keep his eye on the animal's tail. When he sees the tail give a twitch he stands perfectly still, knowing the deer is going to raise its head to look around for signs of danger, and that if he does not move a muscle, it will more than likely take him for a stump.

MOX
From that instant, Schuyler Harlew did not move again. Protruding from the center of his back was the instrument that had caused his death-a long, thin-bladed knife, pointed like an ice pick, with a cylindrical handle no thicker than a spool of cotton thread.

Mozart: The Man and the Artist, as Revealed in his own Words
Compiled by Friedrich Kerst.

Mr. Achilles--Jennette Lee
He looked up into the darkness and waited. He would let her sleep a minute . . . there was little danger now. The city waited, over there, with its low lights; and the friendly night shut them in. Before the morning dawned he should bring her home-safe home. . . . A kind of simple pride held him, and his heart leaped a little to the stars and sang with them-as he squatted in the low grass, keeping guard.

Mr. and Mrs. Dove
But at the same time, to his immense surprise, Reggie heard himself saying, "Lord, Thou knowest, Thou hast not done much for me. . . ." That pulled him up; that made him realize again how dead serious it was. Too late. The door handle turned. Anne came in, crossed the shadowy space between them, gave him her hand, and said, in her small, soft voice, "I'm so sorry, father is out. And mother is having a day in town, hat-hunting. There's only me to entertain you, Reggie."

Mr. and Mrs. Woodbridge
"Charlotte" - said he - "this is no time for folly. Believe me when I assure you that I am seriously determined to insist on a general reform in the whole tenor of your household arrangements. I am completely disgusted with living in this manner, and will submit to it no longer. My patience is exhausted with the vain effort of suppressing my vexation, and in trying to endure in silence the innumerable petty annoyances with which you contrive to embitter every hour of my life; and I am still more tired of ineffectual remonstrances, and useless bickerings about trifles."

Mr. Dooley on the Pursuit of Riches--F. P. Dunne
"An' there ye ar-re. Ye'll niver get money onless ye fix th' waither an' grab th' dishes away fr'm th' other passengers. An' ye won't do that. So ye'll niver be rich. No poor man iver will be. Wan iv th' sthrangest things about life is that th' poor who need th' money th' most ar-re th' very wans that niver have it. A poor man is a poor man an' a rich man is a rich man. Ye're ayether born poor or rich. It don't make anny diff'rence whether or not ye have money to begin with. If ye're born to be rich, ye'll be rich, an' if ye're born to be poor, ye'll be poor. Th' buttons on ye'er vest tell th' story. Rich man, poor man, beggar man, rich man, or wurruds to that effect. I always find that I have ayether two buttons or six.

MR. GRAY'S STRANGE STORY--Louisa Murray
"It was no accident; she drowned herself in her madness. When I got to the swamp I saw a bit of ribbon hanging on the reeds, and I went on till I came to the deep water; there I found her. She had not sunk very far down because her skirt had caught on a stake that stood up there, and I got her out easily enough. But she was dead; and you, Leonard Mason, will have to answer to me for her death."

Mr. Higginbotham's Catastrophe
"But I can take mine," said the farmer, "that if Squire Higginbotham was murdered night before last, I drank a glass of bitters with his ghost this morning. Being a neighbor of mine, he called me into his store, as I was riding by, and treated me, and then asked me to do a little business for him on the road. He didn't seem to know any more about his own murder than I did."

Mr. Hogarth's Will--Catherine Helen Spence
I do not know that the preacher brought out the particular point; but we are made such dependent beings, not only on God, but on each other, that we do indirectly profit by what we do not purchase by our own effort or pains. We would not choose to have it so; but when Providence brings on ourselves or others sorrows we grieve for, we are right to draw from them all the good we can. It is something if my uncle's rather unjust will has given you property with a sobered sense of its privileges and a strong sense of its duties-something to set against Elsie's sufferings and mine. And, besides, the loss of it has done me one great benefit."

Mr. Jack Hamlin's Mediation
There happened to be some truth in this dark prophecy, but none of the kind that the misogynist supposed. In fact, Spindler had called a few evenings before at the house of the Rev. Mr. Saltover, and Mrs. Saltover, having one of her "Saleratus headaches," had turned him over to her widow sister, Mrs. Huldy Price, who obediently bestowed upon him that practical and critical attention which she divided with the stocking she was darning.

MR. JUSTICE HARBOTTLE
The bloated and gouty old man, in his horror, considered the question of resistance. But his athletic days were long over. This moor was a desert. There was no help to be had. He was in the hands of strange servants, even if his recognition turned out to be delusion, and they were under the command of his captors. There was nothing for it but submission, for the present.

Mr. Tilly's Seance
So far his natural volubility had carried him before he recollected that he was invisible and inaudible to those still closed in by the muddy vesture of decay, and stopped short. But though it was clear that what he said was inaudible to Miss Soulsby's rather large intelligent-looking ears, it seemed that some consciousness of his presence was conveyed to her finer sense, for she looked suddenly startled, a flush rose to her face, and he heard her murmur, "Very odd. I wonder why I received so vivid an impression of dear Teddy."

Mrs. Amworth--E. F. Benson
When its host died it continued to dwell in the corpse, which remained undecayed. By day it rested, by night it left the grave and went on its awful errands. No European country in the Middle Ages seemed to have escaped them; earlier yet, parallels were to be found, in Roman and Greek and in Jewish history.

MRS. BOTHERBY'S STORY: THE LEECH OF FOLKESTONE
Meanwhile Master Thomas Marsh and his man Ralph were threading the devious paths-then, as now, most pseudonymously dignified with the name of roads-that wound between Marston Hall and the frontier of Romney Marsh. Their progress was comparatively slow; for, though the brown mare was as good a roadster as a man might back and the gelding no mean nag of his hands, yet the tracks, rarely traversed save by the rude wains of the day,miry in the 'bottoms,' and covered with loose and rolling stones on the higher grounds, rendered barely passable the perpetual alternation of hill and valley.

Mrs. Bullfrog
"We might have spared one neck out of the three," muttered the driver, rubbing his ear and pulling his nose, to ascertain whether he had been cuffed or not.- "Why, the woman's a witch!"

MRS. PERKINS'S BALL
The gray morning was in Pocklington Square as she drove away in her fly. So did the other people go away. How green and sallow some of the girls looked, and how awfully clear Mrs. Colonel Bludyer's rouge was! Lady Jane Ranville's great coach had roared away down the streets long before. Fred Minchin pattered off in his clogs: it was I who covered up Miss Meggot, and conducted her, with her two old sisters, to the carriage. Good old souls! They have shown their gratitude by asking me to tea next Tuesday.

Mrs. Protheroe
A few minutes later, without knowing how he bad got his hat and coat from the cloak-room, Alonzo Rawson found himself walking slowly through the marble vistas of the State-house to the great outer doors with the lady and Truslow. They were talking inconsequently of the weather, and of various legislators, but Alonzo did not know it. He vaguely formed replies to her questions, and he hardly realized what the questions were; he was too stirringly conscious of the rich quiet of her voice and of the caress of the gray fur of her cloak when the back of his hand touched it- rather accidentally- now and then, as they moved on together.

Mrs. Skaggs's Husbands
In this way Sandy Bar began to accept the enmity of the former partners as a lifelong feud, and the fact that they had ever been friends was forgotten. The few who expected to learn from the trial the origin of the quarrel were disappointed. Among the various conjectures, that which ascribed some occult feminine influence as the cause was naturally popular, in a camp given to dubious compliment of the sex. "My word for it, gentlemen," said Colonel Starbottle, who had been known in Sacramento as a Gentleman of the Old School, "there's some lovely creature at the bottom of this."

Mrs. Wiggs Of The Cabbage Patch--Alice C. Hegan
"It was this a-way," went on Mrs. Wiggs, drawing her chair closer to the fire, and preparing for a good, long talk. "You see, me an' the childern was comin' on the steam-car train, but ther' wasn't no way to git the hoss here, 'ceptin' fer somebody to ride him. Course Jim said he'd do it. Poor Jim, always ready to do the hard part!" She paused to wipe her eyes on her apron, and Miss Hazy wept in sympathy.

MURDER ON MAIN STREET
THE deputy returned with the box in his arms. Cranston said, "Let us understand the circumstances that surrounded the death of Mr. Archer. Mrs. Archer was out of this room, upstairs in the bedroom. Someone came to the window and tapped on it. It was the killer, who, looking into this brightly lit living room, saw that Mr. Archer was alone. Mr. Archer went to the door and allowed the killer to enter. Mr. Archer locked and chained the door behind the killer.

MURDER TOWN
A laugh sounded in the gloom of the pitch-black car. Though weary, the tone carried a touch of grim mirth. Already, The Shadow's brain was commencing its review of the past, picking out the salient points of to-night's episodes. Piece by piece, The Shadow was fitting together the portions of the crime.

MURDER TRAIL
The gang leader's life had been saved only because his men had leaped upon The Shadow. They, instead of Bumps, had received the bullets from the automatics. With his other henchmen also attacking, Bumps dared not fire. He expected to see The Shadow fall. Nervously, he threw a cautious glance toward Victor Venturi and his servant, Angelo.

MURDER WITH A SCENT--Milton Lowe
It gave him the impetus he needed. It shunted aside his own aches and pain, knotted his fists and put starch into his limbs. With a major effort he managed to get up, staggered uncertainly. By spreading his legs apart he was able to stay that way until strength returned to him.

MURDER WITH MUD
"I don't know how you found out," he said finally. "I've been keeping figures on construction jobs for years. What the city bought and what it got. The difference is straight graft, and I've got all the names and a couple of canceled checks. You seem to know, Tony, but why should I hand any of it over to you?"

MURDER WITHOUT A CORPSE--NORMAN A. DANIELS
The car gained speed. Conway slowed up, curved his left arm in front of him and rested the muzzle of his pistol against it. He snapped three shots this time, and they didn't miss. Conway knew they couldn't have. He'd wasted enough ammunition to be sure he'd never miss at this range.

MUTUAL AID: A FACTOR OF EVOLUTION--P. Kropotkin
Sociability and need of mutual aid and support are such inherent parts of human nature that at no time of history can we discover men living in small isolated families, fighting each other for the means of subsistence. On the contrary, modern research, as we saw it in the two preceding chapters, proves that since the very beginning of their prehistoric life men used to agglomerate into gentes, clans, or tribes, maintained by an idea of common descent and by worship of common ancestors.

My Aunt Margaret's Mirror
Lady Bothwell listened to her sister without attempting to console her. Probably she might be of opinion that even the worst intelligence which could be received from Flanders might not be without some touch of consolation; and that the Dowager Lady Forester, if so she was doomed to be called, might have a source of happiness unknown to the wife of the gayest and finest gentleman in Scotland. This conviction became stronger as they learned from inquiries made at headquarters that Sir Philip was no longer with the army-though whether he had been taken or slain in some of those skirmishes which were perpetually occurring

My Flirtations--Ella Hepworth Dixon
In the dining-room the prim, thin Chippendale furniture was ranged against a pale-coloured wall, while the round table, with its fine damask and Georgian silver, and the soft lamplight illumining a great bowl of flowers, was somehow suggestive of brilliant talk and dainty fare. But Mr. Clancy was always modest about his possessions. 'It's so sweet of you to like my things,' he would say deprecatingly to some fashionable lady who was going round his rooms sniffing up ideas. 'I never care for anything I have. It's so good of you to like my poor little cottage.'

My Life, Volume II--Richard Wagner
We travellers-Blandine and I, that is-soon fell into a frivolous mood which was much intensified by Ollivier's query, repeated after each burst of laughter, 'Qu'est-ce qu'il dit?' He had to submit good-humouredly to our continuous joking in German, though we always responded in French to his frequent demands for tonique or jambon cru, which seemed to form the staple of his diet. It was long after midnight when we reached Nuremberg, where we were obliged to halt for the night. We got ourselves conveyed to an inn by dint of much effort, and were kept waiting there some time before the door opened.

My Lodger--Mary Fortune
"But, bless my heart, is he an old fool after all?" This exclamation was drawn from me by the fact that a moment had scarcely elapsed after Miss Perkins' disappearance from the street, when the old fellow trotted out from his door, and looked keenly in the direction she had taken. And he looked more than keenly - he looked vicious and determined, and like a man who had made up his mind to a certain thing, and would go through with it, even if all sorts of obstacles should be encountered on the way

MY NEW YEAR'S EVE AMONG THE MUMMIES--J. Arbuthnot Wilson
'I beg ten thousand pardons for my intrusion,' I answered apologetically: 'but I did not know that this Pyramid was inhabited, or I should not have entered your residence so rudely. As for the points you wish to know, I am an English tourist, and you will find my name upon this card;' saying which I handed her one from the case which I had fortunately put into my pocket, with conciliatory politeness. The princess examined it closely, but evidently did not understand its import.

My School Days--E. Nesbit
Here let me make a confession, I had never really loved a doll. My affections up to that time had been lavished on a black and white spotted penny rabbit, bought at a Kentish fair; but when I saw Rénee, it seemed to me that if I could love a doll, this would be the one.

My Three Days In Gilead--Elmer U. Hoenshel
Damascus! A city that numbers the years of its existence in millenniums; that witnessed in the dawn of history the migration of Abraham as he went out from Ur to a land not known to him, and to whom she gave one of the best of her sons; that sent out the leper, Naaman, to Palestine for healing and received him back whole; that hailed with great preparations the coming of Elisha, who had previously blinded her army at Dothan; that welcomed Saul of Tarsus in his blindness, restored his sight, and sent him, transformed in his life, to transform Asia Minor and classic Europe. Damascus!

My Unwilling Neighbor
It was not long before I perceived that the slanting of my bed was becoming less and less, and also I was quite sure that the house was moving more slowly. Then the crackings and snappings before my front wall ceased altogether. The bed resumed its ordinary horizontal position, and although I did not know at what moment the house had ceased sliding and had come to a standstill, I was sure that it had done so.

Myths and Legends of California and the Old Southwest--Katharine Berry Judson
Then Coyote collected a great bundle of tail feathers from owls, hawks, eagles, and buzzards. He journeyed over the whole earth and carefully located the site of each Indian village. Where the tepees had stood, he planted a feather in the ground and scraped up the dirt around it. The feathers sprouted like trees, and grew up and branched. At last they turned into men and women. So the world was inhabited with people again.