R. F. Murray: His Poems with a Memoir
Who menaced me with blows, and cried/ `Come on! come on!' O Paian, Healer,/ Then but for thee I must have died,/ Beloved Peeler!

Rab and His Friends--John Brown, M. D.
Still the Chicken holds; death not far off. "Snuff! a pinch of snuff!" observed a calm, highly-dressed young buck, with an eye-glass in his eye. "Snuff, indeed!" growled the angry crowd, affronted and glaring. "Snuff! a pinch of snuff!" again observes the buck, but with more urgency; whereon were produced several open boxes

Ragnarok: The Age of Fire and Gravel--Ignatius Donnelly
In the first place, there was no cause assigned for these waves, which must have been great enough to have swept over the tops of high mountains, for the evidences of the Drift age are found three thousand feet above the Baltic, four thousand feet high in the Grampians of Scotland, and six thousand feet high in New England.

Ranson's Folly--Richard Harding Davis
In the darkness, he had been picked off for someone else. The next night, as he passed in the full light of the post-trader's windows, a shot came from among the dark shadows of the corral, and when he immediately sought safety in numbers among the Indians, cowboys, and troopers in the exchange, he was in time to see Cahill enter it from the other store, wrapping up a bottle of pain-killer for Mrs. Stickney's cook.

Raspberry Jam--Carolyn Wells
"Why you came to my 'gambling house' to try to pick up a little ready cash! I know. But now looky here, Eunice, you've got to decide-either you're with me or agin me! I won't have any blow hot, blow cold! You're friends with Fifi Desternay-or-she's your enemy!"

Rasselas, Prince of Abyssinia
Improved text, supersedes earlier version.

Rataplan, A Rogue Elephant and Other Stories--Ellen Velvin
Long before his mane had fully grown the other lions stood in awe of him; for, although at times he was indolent and lazy, like the rest of his kind, and would not exert himself unless obliged to do so, there were other times when he allowed nothing to stand in his way.

Rattlin the Reefer
I soon entered into conversation with one of the young gentlemen who was destined to be, for so long, my messmate. I told him that the air below would kill me. He acknowledged that it was bad enough to kill a dog, but that a reefer could stand it. He also advised me not to have my uniforms altered by the ship's tailors, as it would be done in a bungling manner; but to get leave to go on shore, and that he would introduce me to a very honest tradesman, who would do me justice.

Reality or Delusion?--Mrs Henry Wood
A jealous suspicion lay on Maria-that the secret of Daniel Ferrar's absence was his having fallen in with Harriet Roe: perhaps he had gone of his own accord to seek her. She walked slowly along. The gloom of dusk, and a deep dusk, had stolen over the evening, but the moon would be up later. As Maria passed the school-house, she halted to glance in at the little sitting-room window: the shutters were not closed yet, and the room was lighted by the blazing fire.

Recalled to Life--Grant Allen
As I entered the house the weird sense of familiarity that pursued me throughout rose to a very high pitch. I couldn't fairly say, indeed, that I remembered the different rooms. All I could say with certainty was that I had seen them before. To this there were three exceptions-the three that belonged to my Second State-the library, my bedroom, and the hall and staircase. The first was indelibly printed on my memory as a component part of the Picture, and I found my recollection of every object in the room almost startling in its correctness.

REGRET FOR THE PAST
I went straight to the table and pushed aside the bottle of vegetable oil and dish of vinegar, while Tzu-chun brought over the dim lamp. First I drew up the advertisement; then I made a selection of books to translate. I hadn't looked at my books since we moved house, and each volume was thick with dust. Finally I wrote the letter.

REIGEN (Hands Around)--Arthur Schnitzler
POET: You bore me? . . . You haven't the faintest idea what you mean to me . . . You're a whole world in itself . . . You are divine, you are genius itself . . . You are . . . you are godly simplicity . . . Truly, you . . . But you shouldn't talk about Fritz now .

Reina Valera New Testament of the Bible 1858
1 REVELACION de Jesu Cristo, la cual Dios le dio para manifestar a sus siervos las cosas que conviene que sean hechas presto: y las declaro, enviandola por su angel a Juan su siervo;

Reina Valera New Testament of the Bible 1909
33 Respondieronle los Judios, diciendo: Por buena obra no te apedreamos, sino por la blasfemia; y porque tu, siendo hombre, te haces Dios.

Reinhold at the Front--Paul Alverdes
"I don't like the look of it," Biene said to Reinhold one night, when the hail of shrapnel had been worse than usual. "I don't like the look of it. There's something coming. They've got something on. You wait. Before we know where we are they'll be on us. And then we'll be written off, all the lot of us. I know what I'm talking about, for this is how it always starts.

Relations Between Parents and Children--Clara Dixon Davidson
Children, because of their ignorance, are elements of inharmony, hindrances to equal freedom. To quicken the progress of their growth is toward the equilibrization of social forces.

Religious Reality--A.E.J. Rawlinson
In Jesus, they felt, GOD was expressed: His relationship to GOD was unique. They found the Divine in Him as in no other. They knew that GOD was in that life because He had spoken and acted there. "Through the eyes of Jesus" GOD looked out upon the world, and in Jesus' love and purity and yearning for the sinful and the heavy-laden, GOD Himself became visible. They knew now what GOD was like. GOD was like Christ. It was His glory that shone in Jesus' face.

REMINISCENCES OF A STOCK OPERATOR--Edwin LeFevre
What could I do? That wasn't an asinine tip. It was advice that came from the brother-in-law of the chairman of the board of directors. Dan was not only Alvin Marquand's closest friend but he had been kind and generous to me. He had shown his faith in me and confidence in my word. I couldn't do less than to thank him. And so my feelings again won over my judgment and I gave in. To subordinate my judgment to his desires was the undoing of me. Gratitude is something a decent man can't help feeling, but it is for a fellow to keep it from completely tying him up. The first thing I knew I not only had lost all my profit but I owed the firm one hundred and fifty thousand dollars besides. I felt pretty badly about it, but Dan told me not to worry.

Reminiscences of Chekhov
Combined writings of M. Gorky, A. Kuprin, and I. A. Bunin

Reno--Lilyan Stratton
"The unenviable reputation, throughout the length and breadth of the land, in regard to the divorce law, has heaped ignominy on the State of Nevada. A few unscrupulous members of the legal fraternity, little better than outcasts at home, have come to Reno and besmirched the good name of a great State by their activity in converting into pernicious channels a law originally intended to give relief to mismated couples who could not travel the matrimonial highway in peace and harmony.

Reply to Lord Byron's "Fare thee Well"--Mary Cockle
OH stay thy dang'rous pen-nor seek to move,/ With the false pleadings of repentant love!/ Wake not again the retrospective sigh,/ Or the wild tear of trembling agony,/ Taught by THY hand in bitterness to flow/ From the FULL chalice of domestic woe!/

Report of the Committee on Alleged German Outrages
Full title: Report of the Committee on Alleged German Outrages Appointed by His Britannic Majesty's Government and Presided Over by the Right Hon. Viscount Bryce

REPRESENTATIONS ON THE SUBJECT OF MONEY--ISAAC NEWTON
I am humbly of Opinion therefore, that the Gold Coins should be of the Weight and Fineness expressed in the Paper hereunto annexed*, and the Silver ones, all in the printed Proclamation, unless for the Reasons above mentioned, it should be thought fit to take 2d. from the Value of the Crusadoes, and add 18 Grains to the Weight of the Dollars.

REVELATION OF ESDRAS
Lord, it is good for man not to have been born. Woe to the human race then, when Thou shall come to judgment! And I said to the Lord: Lord, why hast Thou created man, and delivered him up to judgment? And God said, with a lofty proclamation: I will not by any means have mercy on those who transgress my covenant. And the prophet said Lord, where is Thy goodness? And God said: I have prepared all things for man's sake, and man does not keep my commandments. And the prophet said: Lord, reveal to me the judgments and paradise.

REVELATION OF JOHN--ST. JOHN THE THEOLOGIAN
And again I said: Lord, and after that what wilt Thou do? And I heard a voice saying to me: Hear, righteous John. Then shall I uncover the four parts of the east, and there shall come forth four great winds, and they shall sweep(2) all the face of the earth from the one end of the earth to the other; and the Lord shall sweep sin from off the earth, and the earth shall be made white like snow, and it shall become as a leaf of paper, without cave, or mountain, or hill, or rock; but the face of the earth from the rising even to the setting of the sun shall be like a table, and white as snow; and the reins of the earth shall be consumed by fire

REVELATION OF MOSES
And the angel, having said this, went away from them. And Seth and Eve came to the tent where Adam was lying. And Adam says to Eve: Why didst thou work mischief against us, and bring upon us great wrath, which is death, holding sway over all our race? And he says to her: Call all our children, and our children's children, and relate to them the manner of our transgression.

REVELATION OF PAUL
And the angel says to me: Hast thou seen all these things? And I answered: Yes my lord. And again he said to me: Come, follow me, and I shall show thee the place of the righteous. And I followed him, and he set me before the doors of the city. And I saw a golden gate, and two golden pillars before it, and two golden plates upon it full of inscriptions. And the angel said to me: Blessed is he who shall enter

RICHELIEU; OR, THE CONSPIRACY
DE MAUPRAT./The Egyptian Dissolved her richest jewel in a draught:/ Would I could so melt time and all its treasures,/ And drain it thus (drinking).

Riders of the Purple Sage
Improved text, supersedes earlier version.

RIGGS IS HERE--Jackson Gregory, Jr.
"Quite a lot, kid." Carey straightened up in his chair and smiled. To me, none at all. To you, quite a lot." He tapped the red notebook. "I sorta like the job you did in here. You might make a good shamus yet, Riggs. I was wondering if you could keep your mouth shut. A cop's got to do that!"

Roast Beef, Medium
Even as men judge one another by a Masonic emblem, an Elk pin, or the band of a cigar, so do women in sleeping-cars weigh each other according to the rules of the Ancient Order of the Kimono. Seven seconds after Emma McChesney first beheld the negligee that stood revealed in the dim light she had its wearer neatly weighed, marked, listed, docketed and placed.

Rob of the Bowl: A Legend of St. Inigoe's--John Pendleton Kennedy
"Much and manifold, our most noble Lord, touching the rumors," replied the confused innkeeper, with a thick utterance. "And it is the most notable thing about it that Robert Swale-Rob o' the Trencher as he is commonly called-your Lordship apprehends I mean the Cripple- that Rob lives so near the Wizard's Chapel. There's matter of consideration in that-if your Lordship will weigh it."

ROBIN HOOD--Henry Gilbert
Without a word the monk rose, and bent his back before Robin, who got upon it. Then slowly the monk stepped into the stream and walked as slowly across the paved ford till he came to the other side. He paused for a moment there as if to take breath. Then he stepped up to the bank, and Robin prepared to leap off. But next moment he felt his left leg seized in an iron grip, while on his right side he received a great blow in the ribs. He was swung round, and fell backward upon the bank, and the monk, pressing him down with one knee, placed great fingers upon his throat, and said:

Robur-le-Conquerant--Jules Verne
Oui, incomparable, cette gorge que laissent entre eux le grand et le petit Himalaya! Sillonnée des centaines de contreforts que l'énorme chaîne envoie mourir jusqu'au bassin de l'Hydaspe, elle est arrosée par les capricieux méandres du fleuve, qui vit se heurter les armées de Porus et d'Alexandre, c'est-à-dire l'Inde et la Grèce aux prises dans l'Asie centrale. Il est toujours là, cet Hydaspe, si les deux villes, fondées par le Macédonien en souvenir de sa victoire, ont si bien disparu qu'on ne peut même plus en retrouver la place.

Rodney Stone--Arthur Conan Doyle
She spoke in a beautiful, rich voice, with the most heart-broken thrill in it, but I could not conceal from myself that she appeared to be one of the most robust persons that I had ever seen, and I was surprised to notice that she shot arch little questioning glances at me, as if the admiration even of so insignificant a person were of some interest to her. My father, in his blunt, sailor fashion, tried to stammer out some commonplace condolence, but her eyes swept past his rude, weather-beaten face to ask and reask what effect she had made upon me.

Romancero Gitano--Federico Garcia Lorca
San Miguel lleno de encajes/ en la alcoba de su torre,/ enseña sus bellos muslos/ ceñidos por los faroles./

Romany Of The Snows, v1
He was seven feet and fat. He came to Fort O'Angel at Hudson's Bay, an immense slip of a lad, very much in the way, fond of horses, a wonderful hand at wrestling, pretending a horrible temper, threatening tragedies for all who differed from him, making the Fort quake with his rich roar, and playing the game of bully with a fine simplicity. In winter he fattened, in summer he sweated, at all times he ate eloquently.

Romany Of The Snows, v2
Sherburne did not answer. Anger, distrust, wretchedness, the spirit of the alien, loneliness, were alive in him. The magnetism of this deep penetrating man, possessed of a devil, was on him, and in spite of every reasonable instinct he turned to him for companionship.

Romany Of The Snows, v3
"You hear? Yes, like that all the time as she sat on the floor, her hair about her like a cloud, and the dead bodies in the next room. She thought she had killed Fingall, and she knew now that he was innocent. The two were buried. Then we told her that Fingall was not dead. She used to come and sit outside the door, and listen to his breathing, and ask if he ever spoke of her.

Romany Of The Snows, v4
On the stockade walls grass grew, as though where men will not live like men Nature labours to smother. The shutters of the window were not open; light only entered through narrow openings in them, made for the needs of possible attacks by Indians in the far past. One would have sworn that anyone dwelling there was more like the dead than the living. Yet it had, too, something of the peace of the lonely graveyard.

Romany Of The Snows, v5
"Pshaw! You can only have one minute of surprise, and you can have months of fun looking out for a thing. I don't want surprises; I want what you've got-the thing that's kept you good-tempered while we lie here like snails on the rocks."

Romanzero--Heinrich Heine
Aber siehe! aus dem Boden,/ Wo die Leiche eingescharrt war,/ Wuchs hervor ein Feigenbaum Von der wunderbarsten Schönheit.

Rooum--Oliver Onions
Well, he was due any time now to disappear again, having worked quite six weeks in one place; and he disappeared. He disappeared for a good many weeks. I think it would be about February before I saw or heard of him again.

Rosa Alchemica--W. B. Yeats
All those forms: that Madonna with her brooding purity, those rapturous faces singing in the morning light, those bronze divinities with their passionless dignity, those wild shapes rushing from despair to despair, belonged to a divine world wherein I had no part; and every experience, however profound, every perception, however exquisite, would bring me the bitter dream of a limitless energy I could never know, and even in my most perfect moment I would be two selves, the one watching with heavy eyes the other's moment of content.

Rosamond or, The Youthful Error--Mary J. Holmes
With a blanched cheek Mr. Browning read this letter through-then tore it into fragments, wondering much who gave her the information. There were no spies about his premises. Rosamond would not do it, and it must have been his sister, though why she should thus wish to annoy him he did not know, when she, more than any one else, had been instrumental in placing him where he was.

Ruin of a Princess--translated by Katherine Prescott Wormeley
The scenes of horror of which I have just spoken were followed by some tranquillity, so that the royal family continued the uniform system of life which they had adopted on entering the Temple. That the reader may follow its details easily, I think I ought to place here a description of the small tower in which the king was then confined.

Rung Ho!
"Aie! Did you hear him reprimand me? By the beard of God's prophet, that is a man of men! So was his father! Now I will tell Alwa and the others that I bring a man to them! By the teeth of God and my own honor I will swear to it! His first tiger -he had never seen a tiger! -in the dark, and unexpected -caught by it, to all seeming, like a trapped man in a cage -no lamp -no help at hand, or so he thought until it was all over. And he ran at the tiger! And then, 'you come with your shoes on, Mahommed Gunga -why, forsooth?' Did you hear him? By the blood of Allah, we have a man to lead us!"

Running Wolf
Nothing stirred; the ripple on the lake had died away; there was no wind; the forest lay a single purple mass of shadow; the yellow sky, fast fading, threw reflections that troubled the eye and made distances uncertain. But there was no sound, no movement; he saw no figure anywhere.

SAINT NICHOLAS EVE--CAMlLLE LEMONNIER
Tobias went up the ladder now and again to see if Dolf were not coming back. The little port-hole of the Guldenvisch reflected its red light on the dark water; there was no other window alight in the town. In the distance a church clock rang out the quarters, the chimes falling through the night like a flight of birds escaped from a cage. Tobias listened to the notes of the music which spoke of the son whom he awaited.

Samson Agonistes--John Milton
Chor. Tax not divine disposal, wisest Men/ Have err'd, and by bad Women been deceiv'd;/ And shall again, pretend they ne're so wise./ Deject not then so overmuch thy self,/ Who hast of sorrow thy full load besides;/ Yet truth to say, I oft have heard men wonder/ Why thou shouldst wed Philistian women rather/

SAMSON, An opera by Voltaire
SAMSON: What a sight of horror!/ What, these proud children of error/ Have brought these monsters they adore amongst you?/ God of battles, look in your furor,/ The unworthy rivals that our tyrants implore./ Support my zeal, inspire me/ Avenge your cause, avenge yourself./

Samuel the Seeker
The policeman started to lead Samuel away. "Your honor," he cried frantically. "Don't send me to jail." And fighting against the policeman's grip, he rushed on, "It's not my fault-I'm an honest boy and I tried to find work. I haven't done anything. And you'll kill me if you send me to jail. Have mercy! Have mercy!"

SAN PANTALEONE--GABRIELE D'ANNUNZIO
Then from the square rang out the screams of a woman, of a mother. They seemed all the louder for the sudden hushing of all other voices, and an enormous woman, suffocated in her fat, broke through the crowd and hurried to the wagon, crying aloud.

Sant' Ilario
The idea of a sudden journey, terminating in the gloomy fortress of Saracinesca, was pleasant to his humour. The old place was ten times more grim and dismal in winter than in summer, and in his savage mood he fancied himself alone with his wife in the silent halls, making her feel the enormity of what she had done, while jealously keeping her a prisoner at his mercy.

Satyricon of Petronius Arbiter--Translated by Firebaugh
Turning his head, Trimalchio saw what was going on. "Friends," he remarked. "I ordered pea-hen's eggs set under the hen, but I'm afraid they're addled, by Hercules I am let's try them anyhow, and see if they're still fit to suck." We picked up our spoons, each of which weighed not less than half a pound, and punctured the shells, which were made of flour and dough, and as a matter of fact, I very nearly threw mine away for it seemed to me that a chick had formed already, but upon hearing an old experienced guest vow, "There must be something good here," I broke open the shell with my hand and discovered a fine fat fig- pecker, imbedded in a yolk seasoned with pepper.

Sawney Bean and His Family--John Nicholson
The number of people these savages destroyed was never exactly known; but it was generally computed that in the twenty-five years they continued their butcheries, they had washed their hands in the blood of at least a thousand men, women and children. The manner they were at last discovered was as follows:

SCENE ADDED FOR THE ANNIVERSARY OF MOLIERE
This was a scene added to a play called Le Boulevard Bonne nouvelle by Scribe, Moreau, and Melesville. 1820. It is published separately as Scene ajoutee au Le Boulevard Bonne nouvelle and was the work of Moreau.

Scenes from a Courtesan's Life
Improved text, supersedes earlier version.

Scenes from a Silent World--Felicia Skene
Persons who pay a mere visit of curiosity to a prison, and are conducted by an official along rows of immaculately clean cells, where orderly prisoners are at work in perfect silence, cannot have the smallest conception of the extraordinary revelations in human nature, and in possibilities of human destiny, which are made known to those who are allowed to penetrate into the unveiled realities of the strange life that writhes within the impervious prison walls. Hidden there are elements of the deepest tragedy: abnormal facts, which raise the most intricate questions in moral responsibility and other psychological problems; true histories

Scenes of Clerical Life
Many eyes were turned on Janet with a look of surprise as she walked up the aisle of Paddiford church. She felt a little tremor at the notice she knew she was exciting, but it was a strong satisfaction to her that she had been able at once to take a step that would let her neighbours know her change of feeling towards Mr Tryan: she had left herself now no room for proud reluctance or weak hesitation.

Schnock--Friedrich Hebbel
Ich habe es nicht gesagt, weil es sich von selbst versteht, dass die Sparsamkeit meines Weibes mit den Jahren zunahm, so dass sie zuletzt in jenen Geiz, der sich sein eigenes Fett nicht goennt, ausartete. Der Wendepunkt trat ein, als sie, die immer gern geputzt ging, mir zum erstenmal das Anschaffen eines neuen Oberrocks, den ich ihr sonst regelmaessig zu Weihnachten verehren musste, verbot.

School History of North Carolina--John W. Moore
7. The Indians were, in many respects, a peculiar people. Though ignorant and savage, they were not idolaters. They believed in one God, whom they called the "Great Spirit." They were not shepherds or farmers, for they had no domestic animals except dogs, and their corn fields were but insignificant patches, cleared and cultivated by their women. They cleared these little patches of land by burning down the trees, and their plow was a crooked stick with which they scratched over the ground for planting the corn. The men hunted, and fought with other tribes, but disdained to be found engaged in any useful labor.

SCORPIACE
THE earth brings forth, as if by suppuration, great evil from the diminutive scorpion. The poisons are as many as are the kinds of it, the disasters as many as are also the species of it, the pains as many as are also the colours of it. Nicander writes an the subject of scorpions, and depicts them. And yet to smite with the tail-which tail will be whatever is prolonged from the hindmost part of the body, and scourges-is the one movement which they all use when making an assault.

Sea-Thrift--Dollie Radford
"They hid from us as soon as we began swimming about. We heard them sing the same song over and over and over, and we tried to find them; but we did not see them again until we tried to come in. Then the little hands and arms helped us back in the same way, and, as we stepped on to the firm sand, they all arose from the water and took hands, and danced away across the sea along the silvery path. We waited a long time for them to come back, but they did not sing or come any more, so we ran home and climbed in at the window again and went to bed."

Seaton's Aunt--Walter de la Mare
"I know you're only guying me," I said angrily, "but why is the house full of-what you say? Why do you hear-what you do hear? Tell me that, you silly fool!" Seaton sat down on a chair and rested his candlestick on his knee. He blinked at me calmly.

Seats Of The Mighty
Doltaire laughed at my surprise, and as he showed me inside the palace said: "There is no barber in the world like Voban. Interesting interesting! I love to watch his eye when he draws the razor down my throat. It would be so easy to fetch it across; but Voban, as you see, is not a man of absolute conviction. It will be sport, some day, to put Bigot's valet to bed with a broken leg or a fit of spleen, and send Voban to shave him."

SECOND EPISTLE OF CLEMENT
Note: AN ANCIENT HOMILY COMMONLY STYLED, THE SECOND EPISTLE OF CLEMENT

Senator North--Gertrude Atherton
The load of care had lifted itself and gone. She had done the right thing, the momentous question was settled for the present, and Betty Madison had merely to shake her shoulders and enjoy life again. She threw open the window and let in the sun. There had been a rain-storm in the night and then a severe frost. The ice glistened on the naked trees, encasing and jewelling them. A park near by looked as if the crystal age of the world had come. The bronze equestrian statue within that little wood of radiant trees alone defied the ice-storm, as if the dignity of the death it represented rebuked the lavish hand of Nature.

SERAPION, BISHOP OF ANTIOCH
THAT ye may see also that the proceedings of this lying confederacy,[2] to which is given the name of New Prophecy, is abominated among the whole brotherhood throughout the world, I have sent you letters of the most blessed Claudius Apollinarius, who was made bishop of Hierapolis in Asia.

Serapis
He hastily put the phial to his mouth, and part of the liquid had passed his lips before Olympius understood the situation and seized his arm. The effect of the deadly fluid was instantly manifest; but Porphyrius had hardly lost consciousness when Apuleius had rushed to his side. The physician had succumbed to the universal panic and resigned himself doggedly to Fate; but as soon as an appeal was made to his medical skill and he heard a cry for help, he had thrown off the wrapper from his head and hastened to the merchant's side to combat the effects of the poison, as clear-headed and decisive as in his best hours by the bed of sickness or in the lecture-room.

Seven Men--Max Beerbohm
`What I had done was not merely base: it was very dangerous. I was in terror that she might rally him on his devotion to London. I didn't dare to move away. I was immensely relieved when at length she said she must be going.

Severin Comes Home--Paul Alverdes
We did not talk much that evening, and nothing we said concerned what I have to tell you here. We sat together looking across at the mountain which was suddenly smitten with the shooting rays of a sun breaking out at the last moment from behind clouds, and inflicting on it gaping wounds until breast and sides flowed with the tide of blood.

Sganarelle
Sganarelle/On ne peut pas mieux dire ; en effet, il est bon/ D'aller tout doucement. Peut-être, sans raison/ Me suis-je en tête mis ces visions cornues (8),/ Et les sueurs au front m'en sont trop tôt venues./ Par ce portrait enfin dont je suis alarmé,/

SHADOWED MILLIONS
Back in the front room, Desmond, listening carefully, could hear Legira calling the operator. The pudgy man was intent. Nevertheless, he did not hear the sound of something at the window behind him. Less than five feet away, a thin, dark blade had been thrust between the sections of the sash. The latch was moving, noiselessly.

Shakespeare, Bacon and the Great Unknown--Andrew Lang
A phrase has been used to explain the Greek element in Shakespeare's work, namely, "congruity of genius," which is apt to be resented by Baconians. Perhaps they have a right to resent it, for "genius" is hard to define, and genius is invoked by some wild wits to explain feats of Shakespeare's which (to Baconians) appear "miracles."

Shavings--Joseph C. Lincoln
But she interrupted. "But that doesn't make any difference," she cried. "Don't you see it doesn't! The salary and all that won't count-now. It will be a start for Charles, an opportunity for him to feel that he is a man again, doing a man's work, an honest man's work. And he will be here where I can be with him, where we can be together, where it won't be so hard for us to be poor and where there will be no one who knows us, who knows our story. Oh, Mr. Winslow, is it really true? If it is, how-how can we ever thank you? How can I ever show you how grateful I feel?"

She and Allan
"Yes, they had begun in my day and we will discuss them later. Still, I say-nearer to the ape than you or I, and therefore of interest, as the germ of things is always. Yet he has qualities, I think; cunning, and fidelity and love which in its round is all in all. Do you understand, Allan, that love is all in all?"

Shelley's View of Nature Contrasted With Darwin's--Mathilde Blind
But is it true that all things in Nature, where man is not, speak "peace, harmony, and love"? Why, if we open our Darwin, the very opposite fact meets us at every turn. Yes, in the very vegetable kingdom, amid the gentle race of flowers so dear to Shelley, precisely the same forces are at work, the same incessant strife is raging, the same desires and appetites prevail, which he so abominated in the world of man.

Sherlock Holmes and the Grand Horizontals.--FRANK J. MORLOCK
Liane: You see he is not married, and being an absolute autocrat-there is nothing to prevent him marrying me-which I expect he will do- therefore, I refuse to become his mistress. Then when these murders began, the Duke, who is, one must admit, a bit perverted, began to show a little interest in Caroline. A slight interest from a romantic point of view-you see, the Duke loves danger.

SHERLOCK HOLMES IN THE ADVENTURE OF THE MULBERRY STREET IRREGULAR
Note: From an original story by Frank J. Morlock

SHIPS OF DOOM
A stampede broke loose upon the pier. Flung clear to the far side, frantic men rose en masse, slinging aside those who blocked them. It wasn't a case of suspected seamen making a wild break. Everyone who belonged on board the Nicaragua wanted to be miles away from the stricken ship.

Short Stories for English Courses--Rosa M. R. Mikels ed.
The short story is especially adapted to supplement our high- school reading. It is of a piece with our varied, hurried, efficient American life, wherein figure the business man's lunch, the dictagraph, the telegraph, the telephone, the automobile, and the railway "limited." It has achieved high art, yet conforms to the modern demand that our literature-since it must be read with despatch, if read at all-be compact and compelling.

Short Stories--Louis Becke
"'Welcome, O men of Leassé,' he said. 'See, my people have covered thy canoes with mats from the sun, for now that there is no hate between us, ye shall remain here at Lêla with me for many days. And so that there shall be no more blood-letting between my people and thine, shall I give every young man among ye that is yet unmarried a wife from these people of mine. Come, now, and eat and drink.'

Siddhartha
The first light of day shone into the room. The Brahman saw that Siddhartha was trembling softly in his knees. In Siddhartha's face he saw no trembling, his eyes were fixed on a distant spot. Then his father realized that even now Siddhartha no longer dwelt with him in his home, that he had already left him. -- by Hermann Hesse (German Version coming shortly)

Simple Poems on Simple Subjects--Christian Ross Milne
The proud wou'd cry, "Such paltry works/ "We will not deign to read;/ "The Author's but a Shipwright's Wife,/ "And was a serving Maid."

Sing-Song--Christina Rossetti
What will you give me for my pound?/ Full twenty shillings round./ What will you give me for my shilling?/ Twelve pence to give I'm willing./ What will you give me for my penny?/ Four farthings, just so many./

Sir Bertrand, a Fragment--John and Anna Aikin
Full title: Pleasure Derived from Objects of Terror, with Sir Bertrand, a Fragment

SIR LIBEAUS DESCONUS--translated by JESSIE WESTON
Then the maiden kneeled in the hall before all the knights, and greeted them with honour, and said to the King, "Evil is the case of which I tell thee; within walls was never a sadder. The fair lady of Sinadoun is held in close prison. She prays thee to send her a knight good and strong of heart who may win her freedom."

Sir Roger de Coverly Essays from The Spectator--Addison and Steele
There is no kind of exercise which I would so recommend to my readers of both sexes as this of riding, as there is none which so much conduces to health, and is every way accommodated to the body, according to the idea which I have given of it. Doctor Sydenham is very lavish in its praises; and if the English reader will see the mechanical effects of it described at length, he may find them in a book published not many years since under the title of Medicina Gymnastica.

Sir Tray: An Arthurian Idyl--General Edward Hamley
The widowed Dame of Hubbard's ancient line/ Turned to her cupboard, cornered anglewise/ Betwixt this wall and that, in quest of aught/ To satisfy the craving of Sir Tray,/

SIXTH AVENUE MURDER--Ben Conlon
Patrolman Dan Keeney was Iying stretched out on a daybed in the dim reception room. Consciousness had returned to Keeney. His blue eyes were very bright. He had been shot full of dope. His mind was clear. His glance flicked eagerly across the photos as Manning shuffled through the mugs of suspects.

SKELETON IN OUR CLOSET--William G. Bogart
And yet Dan Haley was looking for the dope king! A nice kid who danced at the Terrace had died a few nights ago. They said one of Joey's sellers had started the kid on the snow. But through a mix-up in one of the little paper wafers of drug that passed hands in shadowy doorways off Times Square, the girl had bought a packet meant for a guy who had been on the stuff for ten years. She got enough dope to kill a horse!

Sketches New and Old, Illustrated, v1
He was gone. I shuddered. At the end of the next three hours I had been through perils so awful that all peace of mind and all cheerfulness were gone from me. Gillespie had called and thrown me out of the window. Jones arrived promptly, and when I got ready to do the cowhiding he took the job off my hands. In an encounter with a stranger, not in the bill of fare, I had lost my scalp.

Sketches New and Old, Illustrated, v2
"Oh, please go along to your office and let me have some peace. A body can never make the simplest remark but you must take it up and go to arguing and arguing and arguing till you don't know what you are talking about, and you never do."

Sketches New and Old, Illustrated, v3
With infinite trouble, Professor Woodlouse succeeded in making a translation of this inscription, which was sent home, and straightway an enormous excitement was created about it. It confirmed, in a remarkable way, certain treasured traditions of the ancients. The translation was slightly marred by one or two untranslatable words, but these did not impair the general clearness of the meaning. It is here presented:

Sketches New and Old, Illustrated, v4
Time passed on. A settled sadness rested once more upon the countenance of the good Duke's daughter. She and Conrad were seen together no more now. The Duke grieved at this. But as the weeks wore away, Conrad's color came back to his cheeks and his old-time vivacity to his eye, and he administered the government with a clear and steadily ripening wisdom.

Sketches New and Old, Illustrated, v5
"Dearest Mary, this is the most celebrated statue in the world. This is the renowned 'Capitoline Venus' you've heard so much about. Here she is with her little blemishes 'restored' (that is, patched) by the most noted Roman artists-and the mere fact that they did the humble patching of so noble a creation will make their names illustrious while the world stands. How strange it seems this place! The day before I last stood here, ten happy years ago, I wasn't a rich man bless your soul, I hadn't a cent.

Sketches New and Old, Illustrated, v6
All things change except barbers, the ways of barbers, and the surroundings of barbers. These never change. What one experiences in a barber's shop the first time he enters one is what he always experiences in barbers' shops afterward till the end of his days. I got shaved this morning as usual. A man approached the door from Jones Street as I approached it from Main-a thing that always happens.

Sketches New and Old, Illustrated, v7
"'Ladies and gentlemen, the painting now before you illustrates the beautiful and touching parable of the Prodigal Son. Observe the happy expression just breaking over the features of the poor, suffering youth- so worn and weary with his long march; note also the ecstasy beaming from the uplifted countenance of the aged father, and the joy that sparkles in the eyes of the excited group of youths and maidens, and seems ready to burst into the welcoming chorus from their lips. The lesson, my friends, is as solemn and instructive as the story is tender and beautiful.'

Sleepy-Time Tales: The Tale of Fatty Coon--Arthur Scott Bailey
Now, Farmer Green and his hired man had not chopped long before they stopped to breathe. They had not chopped long-but oh! what great, yawning holes they had made in the big chestnut! From the limb where he clung Fatty Coon looked down. The tree no longer shook. And Fatty felt better at once. You see, he thought that the men would go away, just as Johnnie had gone away the night before. But they had no such idea at all.

Slips of Speech--John H. Bechtel
Pet Words Avoid pet words, whether individual, provincial, or national in their use. Few persons are entirely free from the overuse of certain words. Young people largely employ such words as delightful, delicious, exquisite, and other expressive adjectives, which constitute a kind of society slang.

Smith and the Pharaohs, and other tales--Henry Rider Haggard
Just so, reflected Smith, had their forefathers sung when, millenniums ago, they dragged that very sarcophagus from the quarries to the Nile, and from the Nile to the tomb whence it reappeared to-day, or when they slid the casing blocks of the pyramids up the great causeway and smooth slope of sand, and laid them in their dizzy resting-places. Only then each line of the immemorial chant of toil ended with an invocation to Amen, now transformed to Allah. The East may change its masters and its gods, but its customs never change, and if to-day Allah wore the feathers of Amen one wonders whether the worshippers would find the difference so very great.

Snarleyyow
Vanslyperken fell with great force, was stunned, and lay without motion at the foot of the ladder, while the corporal, whose wrath was always excessive when his blood was up, but whose phlegmatic blood could not be raised without some such decided stimulus as a handspike, now turned round and round the forecastle, like a bull looking for his assailants; but the corporal had the forecastle all to himself, and, as he gradually cooled down, he saw lying close to him the speaking-trumpet of his senior officer.

SOAP
"Yet they still shout 'New Culture! New Culture!' when the world's in such a state! Isn't this bad enough?" His eyes on the rafters, Ssu-min continued. "The students have no morals, society has no morals. Unless we find some panacea, China will really be finished. How pathetic she was. . . ."

Social Relations in our Southern States--Daniel Robinson Hundley
By the term Cotton, used to designate the class of Snobs peculiar to the South, do not understand us to mean a person who must of necessity hail from the cotton-growing States. By the expression we wish to embrace the entire class of agricultural snobs-so to speak-without reference to whether they raise cotton, or tobacco, or rice, or sugar, or wheat, or hemp, or Indian corn.

SOCRATES--VOLTAIRE--Translated and adapted by Frank J. Morlock
SOCRATES: Athenian judges, take care of your owls! When you propose ridiculous things to believe, too many men will choose to believe nothing at all. They have enough wit to see that your doctrine is impertinent, But they don't have enough to raise themselves to the true law. They know how to laugh at your little gods. They don't know how to adore the God of all beings, unique, incomprehensible, incommunicable, eternal, and all just as well as all powerful.

Some Christmas Stories
But, one day, of a sudden, the traveller lost the child. He called to him over and over again, but got no answer. So, he went upon his road, and went on for a little while without meeting anything, until at last he came to a handsome boy. So, he said to the boy, "What do you do here?" And the boy said, "I am always learning. Come and learn with me."

SOME OTHER FRAGMENTS OF THE SAME METHODIUS
Thou contendest with Me, and settest thyself against Me, and opposest those who combat for Me. But where weft thou when I made the world? What wert thou then? Hadst thou yet, says He, fallen from thy mother? for there was darkness, in the beginning of the world's creation, He says, upon the face of the deep. Now this darkness was no created darkness, but one which of set purpose had place, by reason of the absence of light.

Some Poems by Sir Walter Scott
Glowing with love, on fire for fame/ A Troubadour that hated sorrow/ Beneath his lady's window came,/ And thus he sung his last good-morrow:/ "My arm it is my country's right,/ My heart is in my true-love's bower;/

Something New
Improved text, supersedes earlier version.

Son of a Hero--James Oliver Curwood
Returning, his head and shoulders just out of the cabin, Falkner was in time to see Svenson burst like a maniac from the group of men fighting like shadows in the mist at the forward pump. He caught faintly the savage yell of defiance as Flick ran out from among the shadows and intercepted the giant Swede with a blow from a knotted fist that sent him reeling into the drowning wash of the sea. He shouted and struggled toward the fighting mate as the little grey man followed up Svenson's huge bulk, like a terrier; but other figures staggered out of the blinding spume, naked-armed, bare-chested, with Svenson's panic gleaming in their eyes.

Songs and Other Verses--Dollie Radford
YEAR after year I sit for them,/ The boys and girls who come and go,/ Although my beauty's diadem/ Has lain for many seasons low./

Songs and Sonnets--Mathilde Blind
O MOON, large golden summer moon,/ Hanging between the linden trees,/ Which in the intermittent breeze/ Beat with the rhythmic pulse of June!/

Songs of a Savoyard
If you want a receipt for that popular mystery,/ Known to the world as a Heavy Dragoon,/ Take all the remarkable people in history,/ Rattle them off to a popular tune!/

Songs of Love and Empire--E. Nesbit
SIR GEOFFREY met the white lady/ Upon his marriage morn,/ Her eyes were blue as cornflowers are,/ Her hair was gold like corn./

Songs of Travel--Robert Louis Stevenson
THE infinite shining heavens/ Rose and I saw in the night/ Uncountable angel stars/ Showering sorrow and light./

Sonnets
Improved text, supersedes earlier version.

SOUTH: THE STORY OF SHACKLETON'S LAST EXPEDITION 1914-1917--Sir Ernest Shackleton
Captain Mackintosh and his party left the `Aurora' on the evening of January 25. They had nine dogs and one heavily loaded sledge, and started off briskly to the accompaniment of a cheer from their shipmates. The dogs were so eager for exercise after their prolonged confinement aboard the ship that they dashed forward at their best speed, and it was necessary for one man to sit upon the sledge in order to moderate the pace. Mackintosh had hoped to get to Hut Point that night, but luck was against him.

Southern Poems--ed. by Charles William Kent
Vast collection, includes Poe, Key, Lanier.

Speeches of the Honorable Jefferson Davis 1858
I have heard the resolutions read and approved by this meeting; heard the address of your candidate for Governor; and these added to the address of my old and intimate friend, Gen. Cushing, bear to me fresh testimony, which I shall be happy to carry away with me, that the democracy, in the language of your own glorious Webster, "still lives," lives not as his great spirit did, when it hung 'twixt life and death, like a star upon the horizon's verge, but lives like the germ that is shooting upward, like the sapling that is growing to a mighty tree, the branches of which will spread over the commonwealth, and may redeem and restore Massachusetts to her once glorious place in the Union.

Speeches: Literary and Social
Improved text, supersedes earlier version.

Spirits in Bondage--C. S. Lewis
I am Nature, the Mighty Mother,/ I am the law: ye have none other./ I am the flower and the dewdrop fresh,/ I am the lust in your itching flesh./

St. George and St. Michael Vol. I
I doubt if anything but the consciousness of crime will keep healthy youth awake, and as such consciousness is generally far from it, youth seldom counts the watches of the night. Richard soon fell fast asleep, and dreamed that his patron saint-alas for his protestantism!-appeared to him, handed him a lance headed with a single flashing diamond, and told him to go and therewith kill the dragon.

St. George and St. Michael Vol. II
But Dorothy was not running after the fool, or making for any door but that at the bottom of the library tower; for the first terror that crossed her mind was the possible fate of Dick, and the first comfort that followed, the thought of Marquis; so she was running straight for the stable-yard, where the dogs, to judge by the way they tore their throats with barking, seemed frantic with rage.

St. George and St. Michael Vol. III
He had lost much blood, having lain a long time, as I say, in the fallow-field before Shafto found him. Oft-recurring fever, extreme depression, and intermittent and doubtful progress life-wards followed. Through all the commotion of the king's visits, the coming and going, the clang of hoofs and clanking of armour, the heaving of hearts and clamour of tongues, he lay lapped in ignorance and ministration, hidden from the world and deaf to the gnarring of its wheels, prisoned in a twilight dungeon, to which

St. John's Eve--Nikolai Gogol
In this hamlet a man, or rather a devil in human form, often made his appearance. Why he came, and whence, no one knew. He prowled about, got drunk, and suddenly disappeared as if into the air, and there was not a hint of his existence. Then again, behold, and he seemed to have dropped from the sky and went flying about the street of the village, of which no trace now remains, and which was not more than a hundred paces from Dikanka.

St. Julian's Prayer
BESIDE a wood, as on the party moved,/ The one, who betting had so much approved,/ Now changed his tone, and in a surly way,/ Exclaimed:--Alight--you'll find it time to pray;/ Let me apprize you, distant is the place,/ And much you'll need Saint Julian's special grace.

STATION AMUSEMENTS IN NEW ZEALAND--Lady Barker
I expected every moment to hear the revolver go off, but mercifully it did not do so; and as his thorny bed was hardly to be endured, F--soon kicked himself off it, and before I could realize that he was unhurt, had scrambled to his feet, and was rushing off, crying in school-boy glee, "That will fetch him out" That (the rock) certainly did fetch him (the pig) out in a moment, and Pincher availed himself of the general confusion to seize hold of his enemy's hind leg, which he never afterwards let go.

Station Life in New Zealand--Lady Barker
Christchurch is very prettily situated; for although it stands on a perfectly flat plain, towards the sea there are the Port Hills, and the town itself is picturesque, owing to the quantities of trees and the irregular form of the wooden houses; and as a background we have the most magnificent chain of mountains-the back-bone of the island-running from north to south, the highest peaks nearly always covered with snow, even after such a hot summer as this has been.

Stella Fregelius--H. Rider Haggard
Already under that heavy sky the light which struggled through the brine-encrusted eastern window was dim and grey. Presently, however, he discovered the figure of Stella seated in her accustomed place by the desolate-looking stone altar, whereon stood the box containing the aerophone that they had used in their experiments. She was dressed in her dark-coloured ulster, of which the hood was still drawn over her head, giving her the appearance of some cloaked nun, lingering, out of time and place, in the ruined habitations of her worship.

Stories by English Authors: England
"We won't quarrel about the animal, my dear madam, but you may depend upon it, my solution's right. A hardened villain, like myself, say, would never have got into such a scrape, but Quelch don't know enough of the world to keep himself out of mischief. They've got him in quod, that's clear, and the best thing you can do is to send the coin and get him out again."

Stories by English Authors: Ireland
On the contrary, every one of his friends-or, in other words, every man in the parish-was ready to support him. He was clapped on the back until his bones were nearly dislocated in his body, and his hand shaken until his arm lost its cunning at the needle for half a week afterward. This, to be sure, was a bitter business, a state of being past endurance. Every man was his friend-no man was his enemy. A desperate position for any person to find himself in, but doubly calamitous to a martial tailor.

Stories by English Authors: The Sea
"Not now, sir; not with six men while I have fifteen. You have no right to search the hold of a respectable merchantman and disturb her cargo. Do you take me for a slaver, or what? Ef you must have the hatches up, send back to your man-of-war for a larger crew, so as to overpower me, you understand, and you may do it with pleasure. Bet I guess there'll be a complaint lodged at Washington, and you folks in London will have to pay for it. That's all, mister. I only want things fair and square, within my treaty rights."

STORIES BY FOREIGN AUTHORS
Full title: STORIES BY FOREIGN AUTHORS POLISH, GREEK, BELGIAN, HUNGARIAN

Stories by Foreign Authors--Various
Note: Scandinavian Authors, includes two by BJORNSTJERNE BJORNSON.

Stories by Foreign Authors: German --
At first I was somewhat frightened, because he had made his appearance so suddenly; but was however myself again shortly afterwards, and said: "If it is you who have ordered me here, say what you want?" The man dressed in scarlet turned round and said in an undertone: "Follow!" At this, however, I felt a little timid to go alone with this stranger. I stood still and said: "Not so, sir, kindly first tell me where; you might also let me see your countenance a little, in order to convince me that you wish me no harm."

Stories by Foreign Authors: German--Various
Yes, he loved his books with passion and tenderness; but not having means wherewith to buy them, he read every book that was entrusted to him to bind. Not being the collector of the volumes in his workshop, chance alone being responsible for the heterogeneous display,-to-day a sentimental love-tale, to-morrow a medical treatise, the next day a theological work,-it followed that the poor little bookbinder's head was filled with as confused a mass of lore, religious and profane, as ever cast in its lot in the sum of human knowledge.

Stories by Foreign Authors: Italian--Various
It was a damp, cloudy night in November. Little Don Rocco was limping along towards his hermitage of St. Luke with awkward steps, his arms in parentheses, and his back arched, knitting his brows at the road-bed as he went along. He was ruminating over the dark words of Signora Carlotta, and their importance was gradually piercing his obtuse brain.

Stories by Foreign Authors: Russian
Of all her servants, the most remarkable personage was the porter, Gerasim, a man full twelve inches over the normal height, of heroic build, and deaf and dumb from his birth. The lady, his owner, had brought him up from the village where he lived alone in a little hut, apart from his brothers, and was reckoned about the most punctual of her peasants in the payment of the seignorial dues.

Stories from Roman History--LENA DALKEITH
Perseus fled with the cavalry, leaving the brave men who had fought so well to their fate. All was over. Aemilius had conquered Macedonia in one little fortnight. All the gold which Perseus had so carefully hoarded was taken by his conquerors. Aemilius kept none for himself but gave it all to his country, and so great was the treasure that for more than a hundred years the citizens in Rome paid no taxes.

Stories of Red Hanrahan--W. B. Yeats
But Hanrahan crossed the floor and brushed the others away, and said it was with him she must dance, after the long road he had travelled before he came to her. And it is likely he said some soft word in her ear, for she said nothing against it, and stood out with him, and there were little blushes in her cheeks. Then other couples stood up, but when the dance was going to begin, Hanrahan chanced to look down, and he took notice of his boots that were worn and broken, and the ragged grey socks showing through them; and he said angrily it was a bad floor, and the music no great things, and he sat down in the dark place beside the hearth. But if he did, the girl sat down there with him.

STORM IN A TEACUP
His learning gave him a little of the musty air of a departed age. He had a dozen volumes of the Romance of the Three Kingdoms annotated by Chin Sheng-tan, which he would sit reading and re-reading, character by character. He could tell you not only the names of the five tiger generals, but even that Huang Chung was also known as Han-sheng, and Ma Chao as Meng-chi.

Strange Histories--Thomas Deloney
A Trecherous deede forthwith I shall you tell,/ Which on King John vpon a sudden fell:/ To Lincolneshire proceeding on his way,/ At Swinestead Abby, one whole night he lay./

Strange Histories--Thomas Deloney
THrice woe is me vnhappy Queene,/ thus to offend my princely Lord:/ My foule offence too plaine is seene,/ and of good people most abhord:/ I doe confesse my fault it was,/ these bloudie warres cam this to passe.

Stray Birds--Rabindranath Tagore
"WE, the rustling leaves, have a voice that answers the storms, but who are you so silent?" "I am a mere flower."

Stray Pearls
Thickly veiled, I looked at no one except that I curtsied my thanks to the Abbess before kneeling down by the grating looking into the choir. My grief had always been too deep for tears, and on that day I was blessed in a certain exaltation of thoughts which bore me onward amid the sweet chants to follow my Philippe, my brave, pure-hearted, loving warrior, onto his rest in Paradise, and to think of the worship that he was sharing there.

Strife
WILDER. [Breaking in fussily.] It's a regular mess. I don't like the position we're in; I don't like it; I've said so for a long time. [Looking at WANKLIN.] When Wanklin and I came down here before Christmas it looked as if the men must collapse. You thought so too, Underwood.

Stuart of Dunleath--Caroline Norton
And in the morning the poor Dagon is really unwell, for he requires a great deal of care; and the Dagoness is frightened; for though it was her sovereign will and pleasure to torment and punish her Dagon, it would not do at all to have him really ill, and perhaps die, and she be reduced to comparative insignificance, and Eleanor be Countess of Peebles and mistress of Peebles Park, and Tib only queen of old maids.

Style--Walter Raleigh
To attempt to reduce the art of literature to its component sense- elements is therefore vain. Memory, "the warder of the brain," is a fickle trustee, whimsically lavish to strangers, giving up to the appeal of a spoken word or unspoken symbol, an odour or a touch, all that has been garnered by the sensitive capacities of man. It is the part of the writer to play upon memory, confusing what belongs to one sense with what belongs to another, extorting images of colour at a word, raising ideas of harmony without breaking the stillness of the air.

Subjectivity and Objectivity
In the formation of mated relationships there is, of course, a polarity between masculine and feminine personalities. There is no such pairing between balanced and unbalanced types. Both members of a mated union are either balanced or unbalanced. This means that the family unit as a whole is either one or the other, and this tends to continue from one generation to another.

Success With Small Fruits--E. P. Roe
As Mr. Durand well puts it, new varieties, to be of value, should produce berries that "measure from four to eight inches in circumference, of good form, color and flavor; very large specimens are not expected to be perfect in form, yet those of medium size should always be. The calyx should never be imbedded in the flesh, which should be sufficiently firm to carry well, and withstand all changes of our variable climate. The texture should be fine, flesh rich, with a moderate amount of acid-no more than just sufficient to make it palatable with sugar as a table berry.

Successful Exploration Through the Interior of Australia--William John Wills
"The camels are come!" was the cry when these new and interesting immigrants made their first appearance in Melbourne. All the people were en the qui vive. "What was to be done next? Who was to be the leader? When would the party start?" Mr. Nicholson had by this time taken the place of Mr. O'Shannassy, and he hit on the unfortunate expedient of delegating to the Royal Society of Melbourne the direction of this important expedition.

Sultana's Dream--Begum Rokeya Sakhawat Hossain
"While the women were engaged in scientific research, the men of this country were busy increasing their military power. When they came to know that the female universities were able to draw water from the atmosphere and collect heat from the sun, they only laughed at the members of the universities and called the whole thing 'a sentimental nightmare'!"

SUMMER LEGENDS--Rudolph Baumbach
Passion week had come. On Wednesday the hare came bounding out of the forest. He stopped in front of the chapel, stood on his hind legs, and called up to the bell, "If you have anything to be done in the city, tell me, for I am on my way there. I have been appointed Easter hare, and have my paws full, and so much business to attend to that I don't know which end my head is on." The sorrowful bell kept silent, and the hare ran on.

Superstition--Robert Ingersoll
There were centuries of darkness when religion had control of Christendom. Superstition was almost universal. Not one in twenty thousand could read or write. During these centuries the people lived with their back to the sunrise, and pursued their way toward the dens of ignorance and faith. There was no progress, no invention, no discovery. On every hand cruelty and worship, persecution and prayer. The priests were the enemies of thought, of investigation.

SUSIE ROLLIFFE'S CHRISTMAS
"He'll be putting on veteran airs, telling big stories of what he's going to do when soldiers are wanted, and drilling such fools as believe in him. Young gals are often taken by such strutters, and think that men like Jarvis, who darsn't speak for themselves, are of no account. But I'll put a spoke in Zeke's wheel, if I have to get the captain to write."

SWEENEY TODD, THE BARBER OF FLEET STREET
Sweeney Todd had no desire to enter into anything like a controversy with people, so he turned again and entered his own shop, in a distant corner of which he sat down, and folding his great gaunt-looking arms over his chest, he rivetted his eyes on the door, and if we may judge from the expression of his countenance his thoughts were not of a pleasant anticipatory character, for now and then he gave a grin as may well have sat on the features of a demon.

Swiss Family Robinson--Johann David Wyss
`I will spare you a description,' said my wife, `of our first day's occupations; truth to tell, I spent the time chiefly in anxious thought and watching your progress and signals. I rose very early this morning, and with the utmost joy perceiving your signal that all was right, hastened to reply to it, and then while my sons yet slumbered, I sat down and began to consider how our position could be improved.

Sword and Fiddle--Paul Alverdes
The others witnessed this dangerous game with divided feelings. Whether they admitted it or not, the perfection of the imitation gave them secret and unspeakable delight; at the same time, when, a few days before, Sword knocked his tormentor down, none of them raised a finger in his defence. Since this occurrence the two had not exchanged a single word.

Sylvia's Marriage
"Lately I have not permitted myself to think much about the situation between my husband and myself. I cannot blame him, and I cannot blame myself, and I am trying to keep my peace of mind till my baby is born. I have found myself following half-instinctively the procedure you told me about; I talk to my own subconscious mind, and to the baby-I command them to be well. I whisper to them things that are not so very far from praying; but I don't think my poor dear mamma would recognize it in its new scientific dress!

Taken Alive
I had scarcely begun to enjoy much-needed rest before the Confederates came up in the darkness and shelled us out of such quarters as we had found. We had to leave our boiling coffee behind us-one of the greatest hardships I have ever known. Then followed a long night-ride down the Peninsula, in driving sleet and rain.

Tales from the Arabic Volume 1
As the eunuch was speaking with the king, behold, the damsel raised a corner of the curtain that shut in the litter, so she might look upon the speaker, and saw the king. When Azadbekht beheld her and noted her fashion and her loveliness (and indeed never set story-teller[FN#95] eyes on her like,) his soul inclined to her and she took hold upon his heart and he was ravished by her sight.

Tales from the Arabic, Complete--John Payne
Then he lighted him three candles and three lamps and spreading the drinking-cloth, brought clarified wine, limpid, old and fragrant, the scent whereof was as that of virgin musk. He filled the first cup and saying, "O my boon-companion, by thy leave, be ceremony laid aside between us! I am thy slave; may I not be afflicted with thy loss!"

Tales from the Arabic, v2
Now the man who had stolen the clothes and forged a lie against the pious woman, pretending that he was her lover, sickened of a sore sickness, and his people took him up and set out with him to visit the holy woman, and Destiny brought them all together by the way. So they fared on, till they came to the city wherein the man dwelt for whom she had paid a thousand dirhems, to deliver him from torment, and found him about to travel to her, by reason of a sickness that had betided him.

Tales from the Arabic, V3
Then the girl went away, running, after her mistress, whereupon I left the shop and set out after them, so I might see her abiding-place. I followed after them all the way, till she disappeared from mine eyes, when I returned to my place, with a heart on fire. Some days after, she came to me again and bought stuffs of me. I refused to take the price and she said, "We have no need of thy goods."

Tales of Chinatown
"Found drowned," too, is a verdict which has covered many a dark mystery of old Thames, but "Found in the river, death having been due to the action of some poison unknown," is a finding which even in the case of a Chinaman is calculated to stimulate the jaded official mind.

TALES OF THE FAR NORTH, V2
It grew to be to her a kind of spiritual companion, though, perhaps, she would not so have named it. This flaming gas, bubbling up from the depths of the earth on the lonely plains, was to her a mysterious presence grateful to her; the receiver of her thoughts, the daily necessity in her life. It filled her too with a kind of awe; for, when it burned, she seemed not herself alone, but another self of her whom she could not quite understand. Yet she was no mere dreamer.

TALES OF THE FAR NORTH, V3
The Stone was a mighty and wonderful thing. Looked at from the village direct, it had nothing but the sky for a background. At times, also, it appeared to rest on nothing; and many declared that they could see clean between it and the oval floor of the crag on which it rested. That was generally in the evening, when the sun was setting behind it.

TALES OF THE FAR NORTH, V4
"When we've taken the leap at the Almighty Ditch," said Pierre, with a grave kind of lightness. "Yes, it is all strange. But even the Almighty Ditch is worth the doing: nearly everything is worth the doing; being young, growing old, fighting, loving-when youth is on-hating, eating, drinking, working, playing big games. All is worth it except two things."

TALES OF THE FAR NORTH, V5
Nevertheless, there were men at Fort Latrobe who prophesied trouble, for they knew there was a deep strain of malice in the French half-breed which could be the more deadly because of its rare use. He was not easily moved, he viewed life from the heights of a philosophy which could separate the petty from the prodigious. His reputation was not wholly disquieting; he was of the goats, he had sometimes been found with the sheep, he preferred to be numbered with the transgressors.

Tales Of The Punjab--Flora Annie Steel
And mighty Westarwan, noting the rosy radiance in the east, turned his proud eyes towards it; and, lo! the perfection of her beauty smote upon his senses with a sharp, wistful wonder that such loveliness could be-that such worthiness could exist in the world which he despised. The setting sun sank lower, reflecting a ruddier glow on Gwashbrari's face; it seemed as if she blushed beneath the great King's gaze. A mighty longing filled his soul, bursting from his lips in one passionate cry-'O Gwashbrari! kiss me, or I die!'

Tales of War--Lord Dunsany
Fritz Groedenschasser, standing in that unseemly mud, greatly yearned for them to find soon what they were looking for. Eight batteries searching for something they can't find, along a trench in which you have to be, leaves the elephant hunter's most desperate tale a little dull and insipid. Not that Fritz Groedenschasser knew anything about elephant hunting: he hated all things sporting, and cordially approved of the execution of Nurse Cavell. And there was thermite too.

Tales--George Crabbe
This reasoning Maid, above her sex's dread,/ Had dared to read, and dared to say she read;/ Not the last novel, not the new-born play;/ Not the mere trash and scandal of the day;/ But (though her young companions felt the shock)/ She studied Berkeley, Bacon, Hobbes and Locke:/

Tancred
A fresh illustration of the advantages of our parliamentary constitution! The independent Mr. Montacute, however, stood by his sovereign; his five votes continued to cheer the noble lord in the blue ribbon, and their master took his seat and the oaths in the House of Lords, as Earl of Bellamont and Viscount Montacute.

Tartarin sur les Alpes--Alphonse Daudet
A vingt pas, à travers la neige, les touristes désoeuvrés, le nez contre les vitres, les misses aux curieuses petites têtes coiffées en garçons, prirent cette apparition pour une vache égarée, puis pour un rétameur chargé de ses ustensiles.

Tarzan the Terrible
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Tarzan the Untamed
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TATIAN'S ADDRESS TO THE GREEKS
But further, it becomes us now to seek for what we once had, but have lost, to unite the soul with the Holy Spirit, and to strive after union with God. The human soul consists of many parts, and is not simple; it is composite, so as to manifest itself through the body; for neither could it ever appear by itself without the body, nor does the flesh rise again without the soul. Man is not, as the croaking philosophers say, merely a rational animal, capable of understanding and knowledge; for, according to them, even irrational creatures appear possessed of understanding and knowledge.

Tattlings of a Retired Politician--Forrest Crissey
After you've shot your rocket don't play with the stick. Start something new. Even the importunate widow of the parable had the good grace to let up after she'd landed what she was after. And it's mighty risky for politicians to rush in where widows fear to tread.

Tcheriapin
Again the cloak touched me, but it was without entirely resigning myself to the compelling influence that I followed my mysterious acquaintance up an uncarpeted and nearly dark stair. On the landing above a gas lamp was burning, and opening a door immediately facing the stair the stranger conducted me into a barely furnished and untidy room.

Teachings of an Initiate--Max Heindel
We find that these "stones" for the "temple made without hands" undergo an evolution or process of preparation. There is first the "petros," the diamond in the rough, so to speak, found in nature. When read with the heart, such passages as 1st Cor., 10:4, "And did all drink the same spiritual drink; for they drank of that spiritual Rock (Petros) that followed them: and that Rock was Christ," are illuminating in this connection.

Temporary Crusaders--Cecil Sommers
We reached the battalion about midnight, and found it in extended order, waiting to carry on with the advance. There was a good deal of rifle and machine-gun fire going on, and it was very difficult to get one's bearings. The line was stretched across the middle of a great saddle of rock, covered with scrub and huge boulders, and bounded on both sides by a deep ravine, falling away almost perpendicularly for fifteen hundred feet. This, of course, I did not know at the time, but found it out on our way back later.

Ten Englishmen of the Nineteenth Century--James Richard Joy
The wreck of the grand army drifted back over the border, and the dispirited Emperor, having risked everything in one bold experiment and lost, hastened to Paris, and after a vain attempt to rally the nation once more about his standard, abandoned hope and sought refuge on board the "Bellerophon," British man-of-war (July 15, 1815). At nine o'clock in the evening of the memorable day of Waterloo, Blucher and Wellington met. The grizzled Prussian kissed the grave Englishman on both cheeks in the exuberance of his joy. Without the timely support of his Germans, that day might have had another ending.

The Abasement of the Northmores
During the first six months she wondered what she could herself do, and had much of the time the sense of walking by some swift stream on which an object dear to her was floating out to sea. All her instinct was to keep up with it, not to lose sight of it, to hurry along the bank and reach in advance some point from which she could stretch forth and catch and save it. Alas, it only floated and floated; she held it in sight, for the stream was long, but no convenient projection offered itself to the rescue.

The Absent-Minded Coterie
"You are a very, very clever man, Monsieur Valmont, so all I need say is that the question which brought me here is the same as that on which the American election was fought. Now, to a countryman, I should be compelled to give further explanation, but to you, monsieur, that will not be necessary."

The Accident--Oliver Onions
"Eh?" he said. "I say, Romarin, don't let's go grave-digging among memories merely for the sake of making conversation. Yours may be pleasant, but I'm not in the habit of wasting much time over mine. Might as well be making new ones. . . . I'll drink whiskey and soda."

The Acorn-Planter--Jack London
SHAMAN (Stilling the excitement that is immediate on the discovery.) The word of old time that has come down to us from all the Shamans who have gone before! The Sun Man has come back from the Sun.

THE ACTS OF BARNABAS
And Paul said to him: The Lord stood by me also this night, saying, Do not force Barnabas not to go to Cyprus, for there it has been prepared for him to enlighten many; and do thou also, in the grace that has been given to thee, go to Jerusalem to worship in the holy place, and there it shall be shown thee where thy martyrdom has been prepared. And we saluted one another, and Barnabas took me to himself.

THE ACTS OF THE DISPUTATION WITH THE HERESIARCH MANES--Archelaus
This letter he sealed and handed to Turbo, with instructions to deliver it to the person from whom he had already conveyed a similar document. The messenger, however, was extremely reluctant to return to his master, being mindful of what he had to endure on the journey, and begged that another person should be despatched in his stead, refusing to go back to Manes, or to have any intercourse whatever with him again. But Marcellus summoned one of his young men,(9) Callistus by name, and directed him to proceed to the place. Without any loss of time this young man set out promptly on his journey thither; and after the lapse of three days he came to Manes, whom he found in a certain fort, that of Arabion(10) to wit

The Admirable Crichton
ERNEST. No you don't, it won't do, Brocky. (To Miss FISHER.) You are too pretty, my dear. Mother wouldn't like it. (Discovering TWEENY.) Here's something safer. Charming girl, Brocky, dying to know you; let me introduce you. Tweeny, Lord Brocklehurst-Lord Brocklehurst, Tweeny.

The Advancement of Learning
And for the conceit that learning should dispose men to leisure and privateness, and make men slothful: it were a strange thing if that which accustometh the mind to a perpetual motion and agitation should induce slothfulness, whereas, contrariwise, it may be truly affirmed that no kind of men love business for itself but those that are learned; for other persons love it for profit, as a hireling that loves the work for the wages; or for honour, as because it beareth them up in the eyes of men, and refresheth their reputation, which otherwise would wear

The Adventure of Merlin's Tomb
Note: Dramatized by Frank J. Morlock from an original story by. Sherlock Holmes meets Father Brown!

The Adventure of the Cardboard Box
"You remember," said he, "that some little time ago when I read you the passage in one of Poe's sketches in which a close reasoner follows the unspoken thoughts of his companion, you were inclined to treat the matter as a mere tour-de-force of the author. On my remarking that I was constantly in the habit of doing the same thing you expressed incredulity."

The Adventures of a Brownie--Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
"It's the kangaroo!" cried Gardener in great excitement. "It has got loose-and it's sure to be lost-and what a way Mr. Giles will be in! I must go and tell him. Or stop, I'll try and catch it."

The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn
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The Adventures of Jerry Muskrat--Thornton W. Burgess
So Spotty the Turtle wasted no more time wishing that he could do something it was never meant that he should do. Instead, he picked out what looked like the easiest place to climb the bank and started up. My, my, my, it was hard work! You see, he had to carry his house along with him, for he has to carry that wherever he goes, and it would have been hard enough to have climbed that bank without carrying anything. Every time he had climbed up three steps he slipped back two steps, but he kept at it, puffing and blowing, saying over and over to himself:

The Adventures of Johnny Chuck
Just then there was a sharp hiss, a very fierce hiss. Johnny Chuck felt the hair on his neck rise as it always did when he heard that hiss, and he wasn't at all surprised, when he turned his head, to find Mr. Blacksnake close by. Mr. Blacksnake glided swiftly up to the old log and coiled himself in front of the opening. Then he raised his head and ran out his tongue in the most impudent way.

The Adventures of Poor Mrs. Quack
But he didn't, and so when he thought he was safe, he stopped. Now in flying away from the hunter he had followed the Laughing Brook where it winds through a sort of swamp before it joins the Big River. Because there was more water than could be kept between the banks of the Big River, it had crept over the banks, and all the trees of the swamp were standing in water. Just beyond where Sammy was sitting was a pile of brush in the water. A Jolly Little Sunbeam, dancing down through the tree tops, touched something under the edge of the brush, and Sammy's sharp eyes caught a flash of green. Idly he watched it, and presently it moved. Instantly Sammy was all curiosity. He flew over where he could see better.

The Adventures of Rivella--Mrs. Manley
Full title: THE ADVENTURES OF RIVELLA; OR, THE HISTORY Of the AUTHOR of the ATALANTIS. WITH Secret Memoirs and Characters of several considerable Persons her Cotemporaries

THE ALL-WHITE ELF
Doc veered for the back door of the house, hit it with his shoulder. The lock tore out, leaving a hole as if something had taken an ample bite out of the wood. They plunged through into a gloomy hall. Behind them, the armored truck roared like an angry juggernaut. They kept going down the hall, turned left into a room. In the hall, an instant after they quitted it, something that must have been a hand grenade exploded, deafening them, knocking them off balance. Plaster loosened from the ceiling and caved down upon them, giving for an instant the impression that the whole house was falling.

The Altar of the Dead
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The American Claimant
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The American Senator
This was all very civil, but there was something in it that was almost too civil. There came upon Morton a suspicion, which he did not even define to himself, that the invitation was due to Arabella's charms. There were many reasons why he did not wish to accept it. His grandmother was left out and he feared that she would be angry. He did not feel inclined to take the American Senator to the lord's house, knowing as he did that the American Senator was interfering in a ridiculous manner on behalf of Goarly.

The Amorous Courtesan and Nicaise
DAN CUPID, though the god of soft amour,/ In ev'ry age works miracles a store;/ Can Catos change to male coquets at ease;/ And fools make oracles whene'er he please;/ Turn wolves to sheep, and ev'ry thing so well,/ That naught remains the former shape to tell:/ Remember, Hercules, with wond'rous pow'r,

The Ancient Allan
"This, O Egyptian slayer of lions. You will be laid upon a bed in a little boat upon the river and another boat will be placed over you, for these boats are called the Twins, Egyptian, in such a fashion that your head and your hands will project at one end and your feet at the other. There you will be left, comfortable as a baby in its cradle, and twice every day the best of food and drink will be brought to you. Should your appetite fail, moreover, it will be my duty to revive it by pricking your eyes with the point of a knife until it returns.

THE ANNIVERSARY
SHIPUCHIN. Another unpleasantness. . . . This morning your wife came to see me and complained about you once again. Said that last night you threatened her and her sister with a knife. Kusma Nicolaievitch, what do you mean by that? Oh, oh!

The Apology
As they listened to these words the judges murmured their dissent, some as disbelieving what was said, and others out of simple envy that Socrates should actually receive from heaven more than they themselves; whereupon Socrates returned to the charge. "Come," he said, "lend me your ears while I tell you something more, so that those of you who choose may go to a still greater length in refusing to believe that I am thus highly honoured by the divine powers.

The Arabian Nights Entertainments, Complete--Anon.
From Preface: This, the "Aldine Edition" of "The Arabian Nights Entertainments," forms the first four volumes of a proposed series of reprints of the Standard works of fiction which have appeared in the English language.

The Arabian Nights Entertainments, v1--Anon.
After they had been separated ten years, Shier-ear, being very desirous of seeing his brother, resolved to send an ambassador to invite him to his court. He made choice of his prime vizier for the embassy, and sent him to Tartary, with a retinue answerable to his dignity. The vizier proceeded with all possible expedition to Samarcand.

The Arabian Nights Entertainments, v2
No sooner did the miller's wife perceive my brother's inclination, than, instead of allowing it to excite her resentment, she resolved to divert herself with it. She looked at him with a smiling countenance, and my brother returned her smile, but in so ludicrous a way, that the miller's wife hastily shut her window, lest her loud laughter should make him sensible that she only ridiculed him.

The Arabian Nights Entertainments, v3
Abou Hassan was more affected by this behaviour of his friends, who had forsaken him so basely and ungratefully, after all the protestations they had made him, of inviolable attachment, than by the loss of all the money he had so foolishly squandered. He went melancholy and thoughtful, his countenance expressive of deep vexation, into his mother's apartment, and sat down on the end of a sofa at a distance from her.

The Arabian Nights Entertainments, v4
In a certain city there was a vagabond fellow much addicted to the use of bang, who got his livelihood by fishing. When he had sold the product of his day's labour, he laid part of it out in provisions and part in bang, with which (his day's, work over) he solaced himself till he became intoxicated, and such was his constant practice. One night, having indulged more than ordinary, his senses were unusually stupefied; and in this, condition he had occasion to come down into the square in which was his lodging.

The Art of the Exposition--Eugen Neuhaus
Full title: The Art of the Exposition Personal Impressions of the Architecture, Sculpture, Mural Decorations, Color Scheme Other Aesthetic Aspects of the Panama-Pacific International Exposition

The Art of the Story-Teller--Marie L. Shedlock
In spite of a strong taste on the part of children for what is ugly and brutal, I am sure that we ought to eliminate this element as far as possible from the school stories, especially among poor children. Not because I think children should be protected from all knowledge of evil, but because so much of this knowledge comes into their life outside school that we can well afford to ignore it during school hours.

The Art of Writing and Other Essays
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The Ascent of Man--Mathilde Blind
Curses came mingled with wails and reproofs,/ With doors banging to and the crashing of glass,/ With the baying of dogs and the clatter of hoofs,/

The Atheist's Mass
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The Attic
And so it was that the entrance of the familiar, friendly creature brought this thing both itself and 'mother' knew, but whereof I as yet was ignorant. I held the door wide. The draught rushed through behind her, and sent a shower of sparks about the fireplace. The lamp flickered and gave a little gulp. And Riquette marched slowly past, with all the impressive dignity of her kind, towards the other door that stood ajar. Turning the corner like a shadow, she disappeared into the room where the two children slept. We heard the soft thud with which she leaped upon the bed.

The Auction Block--Rex Beach
"The boys like to see Dick trimmed-it's a matter of principle with them never to let him win a bet-and they'd do anything for me. You're the best tailor in the city, but too conservative. Now I'm going to bring you fifty new accounts, every one good for better than two thousand a year. That's a hundred thousand dollars. How much am I offered? Going! Going!-"

The Autobiography of an Ex-Colored Man--J. W. Johnson
As soon as we landed, four of us went directly to a lodging-house in 27th Street, just west of Sixth Avenue. The house was run by a short, stout mulatto man, who was exceedingly talkative and inquisitive. In fifteen minutes he not only knew the history of the past life of each one of us, but had a clearer idea of what we intended to do in the future than we ourselves.

The Autobiography of Christopher Kirkland, Vol. 1
I cannot say why this strange unwholesome legend took such hold of me. Perhaps because it was unwholesome. I could not shake myself clear from it; and I had a haunting kind of prevision that more hung on it than its own superstitious fancy. I had just heard, too, of Joanna Southcote; and altogether my mind was, as it were, fascinated by this subject of virgin births-their possibility now as their certainty in times past-and by the whole range, indeed, of divine interposition in the works and ways of man

The Autobiography of Christopher Kirkland, Vol. 2
The matrimonial ideal of the one love for life, beginning in youth, enduring through maturity to old age, and ending only with death, is of course the purest and noblest basis of the family. Extremes meeting, we see this condition fulfilled in those elemental states of society where wants are few, the intellect is undeveloped, the sphere restricted, and the instincts, satisfied, leave no room for vagrant imagination-where in fact, there is no imagination to go astray.

The Autobiography of Christopher Kirkland, Vol. 3
All my old affection for her, all my old respect for her sincerity, came back in a flood on my heart. The bitterness of the past was swept away; only its tenderness in the ideal remained. I forgot her high religious contempt for my lower moral nature, her doubt and disbelief, her reproach and opposition; and I saw her only in her own best form-faithful, enduring, real-one worthy of respect, and by her sex to be surrounded with that kind of protection which means honour and includes love.

THE AVENGING OF THE SAVIOUR
Then Velosianus immediately went forth, and went on board the ship, and hoisted the sail in the vessel, and went on sailing through the sea. And he sailed a year and seven days, after which he arrived at Jerusalem. And immediately he ordered some of the Jews to come to his power, and began carefully to ask what had been the acts of Christ. Then Joseph, of the city of Arimathaea, and Nicodemus, came at the same time. And Nicodemus said: I saw Him, and I know indeed that He is the Saviour of the world. And Joseph said to him: And I took Him down from the cross, and laid Him in a new tomb, which had been cut out of the rock.

The Bab Ballads
Mine are horrible, social ghosts,-/ Speeches and women and guests and hosts,/ Weddings and morning calls and toasts,/ In every bad variety:/ Ghosts who hover about the grave/

The Babylonian Talmud: Tract Sanhedrin
GEMARA: How is to be understood the expression of the Mishna: One party selects one, etc.? Does it mean one party may select one court of three judges, and likewise the other; and then both the third court, which would be altogether nine judges? Are, then, three not sufficient? It means, if one party selects one judge its opponent may also do so, and then both may select the third one. And what is the reason of such a selection? It was said in Palestine in the name of R. Zera: Because each party selects its own judge, and both agree in the selection of the third one, the decision will be a just one.

The Bad Lands--John Metcalf
This was a large and cumbrous spinning-wheel of forbidding mien. It glistened foully in the dim light, and its many moulded points pricked the air in very awful fashion. Waiting there in the close stillness, the watcher fancied he could see the treadle stir. Quickly, with beating heart, beset by sudden dread, he turned away, retraced his steps among the sheltering shrubs, and descended to the valley bottom.

The Ball and The Cross--G.K. Chesterton
"Because it was the quickest cut to you," cried Evan, stamping. "Stand up and fight, you crapulous coward. You dirty lunatic, stand up, will you? Have you any weapons here?"

THE BALLAD OF THE WHITE HORSE--By G.K. Chesterton
The fires of the Great Army/ That was made of iron men,/ Whose lights of sacrilege and scorn/ Ran around England red as morn,/ Fires over Glastonbury Thorn-/ Fires out on Ely Fen./

The Banished Man--Charlotte Turner Smith
"No, upon my honor," answered D'Alonville very gravely, "I never was so ungrateful, or so much of coxcomb, as to think of Madame D'Alberg otherwise than as a sister, to whom I owe the greatest obligations - nor do I recollect calling her by the familiar name of Adriana, unless when I have been repeating to you, conversations between her mother and her, or her mother and me; and I assure you, my dear Ellesmere, you might as well suspect me of a penchant for the respectable Baroness de Rosenheim, as for her daughter."

THE BANQUET OF THE TEN VIRGINS
EUBOULIOS. Be comforted, my excellent friend, for we have had no precise information respecting anything which happened; since the person who brought us the intelligence had nothing to tell us, except that there had been dialogues; but when he was asked what they were, and to what purpose, he did not know.

THE BANSHEE--ANONYMOUS
At length the darksome morning appeared struggling through the wintry clouds, and Moya again opened the door to look out. But what was her dismay when she found the horse standing at the stable door without his rider, and the saddle all besmeared with clotted blood. She raised the death-cry; the neighbours thronged round, and it was at once declared that the hapless man was robbed and murdered. A party on horseback immediately set forward to seek him, and on arriving at the fatal spot he was found stretched on his back in the ditch, his head perforated with shot and slugs, and his body literally immersed in a pool of blood.

The Barbarian Status of Women
All the women in the group will share in the class repression and depreciation that belongs to them as women, but the status of women taken from hostile groups has an additional feature. Such a woman not only belongs to a subservient and low class, but she also stands in a special relation to her captor. She is a trophy of the raid, and therefore an evidence of exploit, and on this ground it is to her captor's interest to maintain a peculiarly obvious relation of mastery toward her.

The Battle of Tewkesbury--CECILIA COOPER
Now, front to front, in Battle's dread array/ The Armies stand; a vale between them lay:-/ GLO'STER, in ambush, plac'd his chosen men/ Within a wood, that tower'd o'er the glen./

The Battle Of The Strong
The Chevalier involuntarily held the silence for an instant. Nobody stirred. De Mauprat dropped his chin upon his hands, and his eyebrows drew down in excitement. Guida gave a little cry of astonishment. But Detricand answered the Chevalier with a look of blank surprise and a shrug of the shoulder, which had the effect desired.

The Battle-Ground
"Draw up to the hearth, my boy," said the Major, when the fire burned. "Even if you aren't cold, it looks cheerful, you know-draw up, draw up," and he at once began to question his grandson about the London streets, evoking as he talked dim memories of his own early days in England. He asked after St. Paul's and Westminster Abbey half as if they were personal friends of whose death he feared to hear; and upon being answered that they still stood unchanged, he pressed eagerly for the gossip of the Strand and Fleet Street.

THE BEAR
POPOVA. [Looks at the photograph] You will see, Nicolas, how I can love and forgive. . . . My love will die out with me, only when this poor heart will cease to beat. [Laughs through her tears] And aren't you ashamed? I am a good and virtuous little wife. I've locked myself in, and will be true to you till the grave, and you . . . aren't you ashamed, you bad child? You deceived me, had rows with me, left me alone for weeks on end . . . .

The Beautiful Lady
What a ride it was to Venice that day! What magical airs we rode through, and what a thieving old trickster was time, as he always becomes when one wishes hours to be long! I think Poor Jr. had made himself forget everything except that he was with her and that he must be a friend. He committed a thousand ridiculousnesses at the stations; he filled one side of the compartment with the pretty chianti-bottles, with terrible cakes, and with fruits and flowers; he never ceased his joking, which had no tiresomeness in it, and he made the little journey one of continuing, happy laughter.

The Beetle--Richard Marsh
A face looked into mine, and, in front of me, were those dreadful eyes. Then, whether I was dead or living, I said to myself that this could be nothing human,-nothing fashioned in God's image could wear such a shape as that. Fingers were pressed into my cheeks, they were thrust into my mouth, they touched my staring eyes, shut my eyelids, then opened them again, and-horror of horrors!-the blubber lips were pressed to mine-the soul of something evil entered into me in the guise of a kiss.

The Beggers Ape--Richard Niccols
In Summers pride did cast a cooling shade,/ Vnder whose leaues from Phoebus burning rayes/ Sweet birds sate singing their Melodious layes,/ There sate I downe vpon the grassy ground/ Amid'st those silent shades encompast round/ By leauy trees that Arbour wise did spread/

The Beginning of Ownership
Some writers who have taken up the question from the ethnological side hold that the institution is to be traced to the customary use of weapons and ornaments by individuals. Others have found its origin in the social group's occupation of a given piece of land, which it held forcibly against intruders, and which it came in this way to "own." The latter hypothesis bases the collective ownership of land on a collective act of seizure, or tenure by prowess, so that it differs fundamentally from the view which bases ownership on productive labor.

The Bench of Desolation
On a certain October Saturday he had got off as usual, early; but the afternoon light, his pilgrimage drawing to its aim, could still show him, at long range, the rare case of an established usurper. His impulse was then, as by custom, to deviate a little and wait, all the more that the occupant of the bench was a lady, and that ladies, when alone, were - at that austere end of the varied frontal stretch - markedly discontinuous; but he kept on at sight of this person's rising, while he was still fifty yards off, and proceeding,

The Bible in Spain--George Borrow
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The Bird-Woman of the Lewis and Clark Expedition--Katherine Chandler
From Preface: Because children invariably ask for "more" of the stories they find interesting, this little book of continuous narrative has been written. Every incident is found in the Lewis and Clark Journals, so that the child's frequent question, "Is it true?" can be answered in the affirmative.

The Birthplace
The patience was needed for the particular feature of the ordeal that, by the time the lively season was with them again, had disengaged itself as the sharpest - the immense assumption of veracities and sanctities, of the general soundness of the legend with which everyone arrived. He was well provided, certainly, for meeting it, and he gave all he had, yet he had sometimes the sense of a vague resentment on the part of his pilgrims at his not ladling, out their fare with a bigger spoon.

The Black Arrow
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The Black-Bearded Barbarian--Marian Keith
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The Blithedale Romance
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The Bobbsey Twins at School
In spite of what Nan and Bert had said about Mrs. Bobbsey being very busy, Flossie and Freddie looked anxiously in the direction of their house as they walked along. But no sight of their mother greeted them. They did see a friend, however, and this was none other than Snap, their new dog, who, with many barks and wags of his fluffy tail, ran out to meet his little masters and mistresses.

The Bobbsey Twins at Snow Lodge
"I heard from some of my brothers and sisters who had also gone away from the farm, and one of my sisters, who had married a man named Burdock, had become very poor. Her husband had died, and she was very sick. I brought her to Snow Lodge to live with me, and her son, Harry, a fine lad, came along.

The Bobbsey Twins in the Great West
When the two girls reached the place where they had left the two boys, Bert was beginning to make a snow house and Freddie was rolling a snowball as the start of a snow man. You know how they are made; a small snowball for the man's head, and a larger one for his body, with legs underneath. Freddie hoped Bert would help him when it came to the big snowball part of it.

The Bobbsey Twins on a Houseboat
"No, you are too small to go near gasoline motors," said his father. "Besides, we are not going to use the engine. We'll just push the boat along with poles from the bank. We're not going very far, but your mother thought it would be nicer to spend the night in a more open place."

The Bomb--Frank Harris
But already when I thought of the trial I began to grow indignant, for strong as their case was I began to fear, and this was the heart of my fear. The police had already asserted that they had found bombs in Lingg's rooms. I knew Lingg well enough to know that that was almost certainly untrue; he would never have implicated Ida in his crime. From the description of the place, too, where he had been captured, I knew that he had been trapped in his little carpenter's workshop, and bombs would have been discovered there if anywhere.

THE BOOK OF DEATH
"The secret of Munston's success," continued Darwick, "lay in fully understanding the persons with whom he dealt. It was my business to learn their tricks, to ferret out their swindles, and to tabulate their misdeeds. This book tells all."

The Book of Dreams and Ghosts--Andrew Lang
"The duchess said, 'What earl?' and on my answering 'Lord L--,' she replied: 'That is very odd. I have had a most extraordinary vision. I went to bed, but after being in bed a short time, I was not exactly asleep, but thought I saw a scene as if from a play before me. The actors in it were Lord L-- as if in a fit, with a man standing over him with a red beard. He was by the side of a bath, over which a red lamp was distinctly shown.

The Book of Good Manners--W. C. Green
EXPENSES. On a short boat or railroad trip a man should pay the expenses of a woman who accompanies him by his invitation. But on a long trip she should insist on paying her share, and he should accept her decision. Of course, he is at liberty, however, to pay all the expenses of slight entertainments-as, fruit, magazines, etc.

THE BOOK OF JOHN CONCERNING THE FALLING ASLEEP OF MARY
The apostles said all these things to the holy mother of God, why they had come, and in what way; and she stretched her hands to heaven and prayed, saying: I adore, and praise, and glorify Thy much to he praised name, O Lord, because Thou hast looked upon the lowliness of Thine handmaiden, and because Thou that art mighty hast done great things for me; and, behold, all generations shall count me blessed.(1) And after the prayer she said to the apostles: Cast incense, and pray.

The Book of Nonsense--Edward Lear
There was an Old Person of Leeds,/ Whose head was infested with beads; / She sat on a stool,/ And ate gooseberry fool,/ Which agreed with that person of Leeds.

THE BOOK OF THE LAWS OF DIVERS COUNTRIES
"If all men," said Bardesan, "acted alike,[4] and followed one bias,[5] it would then be manifest that it was their nature that guided them, and that they had not that freedom of which I have been speaking to you. That you may understand, however, what is nature and what is freedom, I will proceed to inform you.

THE BOOK OF THE THOUSAND NIGHTS AND A NIGHT, V2
Formatting of this edition by J.P. Mourlon, who's kindly let me know that he'll handle it.

THE BOOK OF THE THOUSAND NIGHTS AND A NIGHT, V3
"O my lady, the Commander of the Faithful's eunuchs are at the door, Afíf and Masrúr and Marján and others whom wot I not." When they heard this they were like to die with fright, but Shams al-Nahar laughed and said, "Have no fear!" Then quoth she to the damsel, "Keep answering them whilst we remove hence."

THE BOOK OF THE THOUSAND NIGHTS AND A NIGHT, V4
Now when he had made an end of his song, Naomi filled the cup and gave it to him, and he took it and drank it off; then she filled again and gave the cup to the Caliph's sister who also emptied it; after which the Princess in her turn took the lute and tightened the strings and tuned it and sang these two couplets,

THE BOOK OF THE THOUSAND NIGHTS AND A NIGHT, V5
So I took her hand and pressed it and squeezed it." Said the woman, "Great God! Why didst thou this ill thing? Know that the water-carrier, who hath come to our house these thirty years, nor sawst thou ever any treason in him took my hand this day and pressed and squeezed it." Said her husband, "O woman, let us crave pardon of Allah! Verily, I repent of what I did, and do thou ask forgiveness of the Lord for me." She cried, "Allah pardon me and thee, and receive us into his holy keeping."-And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased saying her permitted say.

THE BOOK OF THE THOUSAND NIGHTS AND A NIGHT, V6
I caught hold of a branch and by its aid clambered up on to the land, after coming nigh upon death; but when I reached the shore, I found my legs cramped and numbed and my feet bore traces of the nibbling of fish upon their soles; withal I had felt nothing for excess of anguish and fatigue. I threw myself down on the island ground, like a dead man, and drowned in desolation swooned away, nor did I return to my senses till next morning, when the sun rose and revived me.

THE BOOK OF THE THOUSAND NIGHTS AND A NIGHT, V7
She resumed, It hath reached me, O auspicious King, that Jauharah, daughter of King Al-Samandal, asked the youth, "Art thou in very sooth King Badr Basim, son of Queen Julnar?" And he answered, "Yes, O my lady!" Then she, "May Allah cut off my father and gar his kingdom cease from him and heal not his heart neither avert from him strangerhood, if he could desire a comelier than thou or aught goodlier than these fair qualities of thine! By Allah, he is of little wit and judgment!"

The Boor
MRS. POPOV: [To SMIRNOV.] If Nikolai Michailovitch is indebted to you, I shall, of course, pay you, but I am sorry, I haven't the money to-day. To-morrow my manager will return from the city and I shall notify him to pay you what is due you, but until then I cannot satisfy your request. Furthermore, today is just seven months since the death of my husband, and I am not in the mood to discuss money matters.

The Borough--George Crabbe
See! round the room, on every beam and balk,/ Are mingled scrolls of hieroglyphic chalk;/ Yet nothing heeded- would one stroke suffice/ To blot out all, here honour is too nice,-/ "Let knavish landsmen think such dirty things,/ We're British tars, and British tars are kings."/

THE BOWMEN--Arthur Machen
And as the soldier heard these voices he saw before him, beyond the trench, a long line of shapes, with a shining about them. They were like men who drew the bow, and with another shout their cloud of arrows flew singing and tingling through the air towards the German hosts.

THE BOX TUNNEL
The young gentleman was shocked, endeavoured to soften the lawyer's clerk; that machine did not thoroughly comprehend the meaning of the term. The lady's name, however, was at last revealed by this untoward incident; from her name to her address was but a short step, and the same day our crestfallen hero lay in wait at her door, and many a succeeding day, without effect. But one fine afternoon she issued forth quite naturally, as if she did it every day, and walked briskly on the parade.

The Boy Allies with Haig in Flanders--Clair W. Hayes
"Now," said Herr Block when they had finished, "if you will tell me what success you had on your mission and how you managed I will appreciate it. After that, I will see you safely into your own lines. I have a large automobile waiting, and you may depart at any time; but I am greatly interested in your adventures."

The Boy Allies with Uncle Sams Cruisers--Ensign Robert L. Drake
Apparently angered at this German success, the second British destroyer, the Angelic, darted forward and attacked the submarine with such abandon and effectiveness that she was forced to give the destroyer its entire attention. Twice the Angelic maneuvered out of the path of a torpedo, and then, with a well directed shot, put the submarine out of the battle. This shell caught the U-boat along side the conning tower. Iron and steel flew high in the air, and, descending, scattered death among the crew. Thus crippled, a second shot from the Angelic disposed of her entirely and she sank beneath the waves.

The Boy Aviators' Treasure Quest--Captain Wilbur Lawton
Strong of wing and sound of engine, the Golden Eagle sped on through the clear, warm air, the rushing sensation of her flight sending the wind in a cooling stream against the faces of the occupants of her chassis. From time to time, Ben scanned the vast flats of ocean below them with the glasses, but for some time nothing appeared in the field of the binoculars to warrant them in changing their course. Seen from above, the mucilaginous character imparted to the Sargasso Sea by the vast acreage of flowing seaweed, inextricably entangled, was clearly perceptible, even though from the deck of a ship the shallow layer of water that overlies the seaweed imparts the blue hue of open water to it and makes its treacherous character.

The Boy Scout Aviators--George Durston
"Well, he might, if he was lucky. He said the cycle he was riding was faster than the other. But of course it would be very hard to tell just which to way to go. If Graves knew there was a chance that he might be followed he ought to be able to give anyone who was even a mile behind the slip."

The Boy Scouts in Front of Warsaw--Colonel George Durston
Soon Michael and Patro picked Ivan up and carried him to the massive bench that stood at one side of the table, and seating him there, tied his legs in a clever fashion so that he was unable to reach the bonds, he was so wedged between the bench and table. The place must once have been a public wine room, and what furniture there was of the heaviest sort.

The Bride of the Nile
"And how false," she mused, "is the saying that the body is the mirror of the soul! If it were so, Philippus would have the face of Orion, and Orion that of Philippus." But could Orion's heart be wholly reprobate? Nay, that was impossible; her every impulse resisted the belief. She must either love him or hate him, there was no third alternative; but as yet the two passions were struggling within her in a way that was quite intolerable.

The Bride--M. P. Shiel
Everyone is said to have his failing; and this man, Walter, in no respect a man of strong mind, was certainly on his amatory side, most sudden, promiscuous, and infirm. And this tendency was, if anything, heightened by the quite sincere strain of his mind in the direction of "spiritual things": for, under sudden temptation, back rushed his being, with the greater rigour, into its natural channel. On the whole, had he not been a Puritan, he would have been a Don Juan.

THE BRIGADIER
We went out of the kitchen-garden . . . but there involuntarily I stopped short. Between us and the lodge stood a huge bull. With his head down to the ground, and a malignant gleam in his eyes, he was snorting heavily and furiously, and with a rapid movement of one fore-leg, he tossed the dust up in the air with his broad cleft hoof, lashed his sides with his tail, and suddenly backing a little, shook his shaggy neck stubbornly, and bellowed

The British North America Act, 1867
The Privileges, Immunities, and Powers to be held, enjoyed, and exercised by the Senate and by the House of Commons and by the Members thereof respectively shall be such as are from Time to Time defined by Act of the Parliament of Canada, but so that the same shall never exceed those at the passing of this Act held, enjoyed, and exercised by the Commons House of Parliament of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland and by the Members thereof.

The Broad Highway--Jeffery Farnol
As I sat of an early summer morning in the shade of a tree, eating fried bacon with a tinker, the thought came to me that I might some day write a book of my own; a book that should treat of the roads and by-roads, of trees, and wind in lonely places, of rapid brooks and lazy streams, of the glory of dawn, the glow of evening, and the purple solitude of night; a book of wayside inns and sequestered taverns; a book of country things and ways and people.

The Brute--Joseph Conrad
What's madness? Only something just a tiny bit wrong in the make of your brain. Why shouldn't there be a mad ship-I mean mad in a ship-like way, so that under no circumstances could you be sure she would do what any other sensible ship would naturally do for you. There are ships that steer wildly, and ships that can't be quite trusted always to stay; others want careful watching when running in a gale; and, again, there may be a ship that will make heavy weather of it in every little blow. But then you expect her to be always so.

The Burgomaster's Wife
The three men, so united in feeling, grasped each other's hands firmly for a moment. A silent vow bound them in this hour, and when Herr von Nordwyk and Van Hout turned in opposite directions, the citizens who met them thought their tall figures had grown taller still within the last few hours.

The Burning Spear
Note: John Galsworthy said of this work: "'The Burning Spear' was revenge of the nerves. It was bad enough to have to bear the dreads and strains and griefs of war." Several years after its first publication he admitted authorship and it was included in the collected edition of his works. -- credit to the mighty David Widger for passing that info along.

The Bus-Conductor--E.F. Benson
Even outside the oppression was very noticeable, and though, as you know, I am not easily given to feel the mental effects of climate, I was aware of an awful creepiness coming over me. I tried to analyse it away, but without success; the past day had been pleasant, I looked forward to another pleasant day to-morrow, and yet I was full of some nameless apprehension. I felt, too, dreadfully lonely in this stillness before the dawn.

The Call Of The Cumberlands--Charles Neville Buck
He was not quite certain yet that Jim Asberry had murdered his father, but he knew that Asberry was one of the coterie of "killers" who took their blood hire from Purvy, and he knew that Asberry had sworn to "git" him. To sit in the same car with these men and to force himself to withhold his hand, was a hard bullet for Samson South to chew, but he had bided his time thus far, and he would bide it to the end. When that end came, it would also be the end for Purvy and Asberry.

The Campaign of Chancellorsville--Theodore A. Dodge
The cavalry and artillery crossed at once by the ford, as well as a portion of the infantry, the latter wading almost to the armpits. But the construction of the bridge was soon temporarily completed by Gens. Geary and Kane; and the rest of the troops and the pack-mules passed safely, by the light of huge bonfires lighted on the banks. The men were in the highest possible spirits, and testified to their enjoyment of the march by the utmost hilarity.

The Canadian Brothers (Volume I)--John Richardson
Full title: The Canadian Brothers; or, The Prophecy Fulfilled. A tale of the late American war. By Major Richardson.

The Canadian Brothers (Volume II)--John Richardson
But the English vessels were in no condition to cope with so powerful an enemy, and although many a gallant spirit burned to be led against those who so evidently taunted them, the safety of the Garrisons depended too much on the issue, for that issue to be lightly tempted.

THE CANONICAL EPISTLE--Peter, Bishop of Alexandria
But to those who have been delivered up, and have fallen, who also of their own accord have approached the contest, confessing themselves to be Christians, and have been tormented and thrown into prison, it is right with joy and exultation of heart to add strength, and to communicate to them in all things, both in prayer, and in partaking of the body and blood of Christ, and in hortatory discourse; in order that contending the more constantly, they may be counted worthy of "the prize of their high calling."

The Canterbury Pilgrims
"Happy in your ignorance!" replied the poet, with an air of sublime superiority. "To your coarser mind, perhaps, I may seem to speak of more important griefs, when I add, what I had well nigh forgotten, that I am out at elbows, and almost starved to death. At any rate, you have the advice and example of one individual to warn you back; for I am come hither, a disappointed man, flinging aside the fragments of my hopes, and seeking shelter in the calm retreat which you are so anxious to leave."

The Cardinal's Snuff-Box--Henry Harland
"The trouble with him?" Peter pondered. "Oh, it would be too long and too sad a story. Should I anatomise him to you as he is, I must blush and weep, and you must look pale and wonder. He has pretty nearly every weakness, not to mention vices, that flesh is heir to. But as for conceit . . . let me see. He concurs in my own high opinion of his work, I believe; but I don't know whether, as literary men go, it would be fair to call him conceited. He belongs, at any rate, to the comparatively modest minority who do not secretly fancy that Shakespeare has come back to life."

The Carissima--Lucas Malet
I am afraid it is true, even with the most civilised of us, that the appetite for horror grows with what it feeds on. I am naturally a soft man, a dweller in tents, of the Jacob rather than the Esau order of mind. I detest adventures, save of the drawing-room and five-o'clock-tea sort. Yet, as Leversedge ceased speaking, I was sensible of an unholy craving for more of these horrors. And, when his silence grew somewhat prolonged, I found myself-to my shame-saying greedily-

The Case of Summerfield--William Henry Rhodes
"Summerfield," said I calmly," there must be some strange error in all this. You are self-deluded. The weapon which you claim to wield is one that a good God and a beneficent Creator would never intrust to the keeping of a mere creature. What, sir! create a world as grand and beautiful as this, and hide within its bosom a principle that at any moment might inwrap it in flames, and sink all life in death? I'll not believe it; 't were blasphemy to entertain the thought!"

The Case of The Lamp That Went Out
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The Case of the Registered Letter
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The Cat
"I wish something would snap in my brain, if it kindles the perceptions in that way," said he, "but it is just possible that the snapping of things in one's brain does not always produce just that effect."

The Categories
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The Cavalry General
But, after all, no man, however great his plastic skill, can hope to mould and shape a work of art to suit his fancy, unless the stuff on which he works be first prepared and made ready to obey the craftsman's will. Nor certainly where the raw material consists of men, will you succeed, unless, under God's blessing, these same men have been prepared and made ready to meet their officer in a friendly spirit. They must come to look upon him as of greater sagacity than themselves in all that concerns encounter with the enemy.

The Cave of the Echoes--By Helena P. Blavatsky
A dark suspicion fell upon Ivan, the Siberian. He had been struck by his master the night before, and had been heard to swear revenge. He had accompanied him alone to the cave, and when his room was searched, a box full of rich family jewellery, known to have been carefully kept in Mr. Izvertzoff's apartment, was found under Ivan's bedding. Vainly did the serf call God to witness that the box had been given to him in charge by his master himself, just before they proceeded to the cave

The Chainbearer; or, The Littlepage Manuscripts, V2
It is true that a remark or two did escape him, soon after the affair occurred, that tended to sustain my suspicions; but, on the whole, he was remarkably reserved on the subject-less from any apprehension of consequences, than from self-respect and pride of character. There was little to be apprehended, indeed; the previous murder of Chainbearer, and the unlawful nature of all the proceedings of the squatters, justifying a direct and sudden attack on the part of the posse.

The Chainbearer; or, The Littlepage Manuscripts, Volume 1
Although the fortunes of the country had undergone so much waste, during seven years of internal warfare, the elasticity of a young and vigorous nation soon began to repair the evil. It is true that trade did not fully revive, nor its connecting interests receive their great impulse, until after the adoption of the Constitution, which brought the States under a set of common custom-house regulations; nevertheless, one year brought about a manifest and most beneficent change. There was now some security in making shipments, and the country immediately felt the consequences.

The Chaplet of Pearls
All were gaily dressed, with feathered hats, and short Spanish cloaks jauntily disposed over one shoulder; and their horses were trapped with bright silvered ornaments. As they advanced, the Chevalier exclaimed: 'Ah! It is my son! I knew he would come to meet me.' And, simultaneously, father and son leapt from their horses, and rushed into each other's arms. Berenger felt it only courteous to dismount and exchange embraces with his cousin, but with a certain sense of repulsion at the cloud of perfume that seemed to surround the younger Chevalier de Ribaumont; the ear-rings in his ears; the general air of delicate research about his riding-dress, and the elaborate attention paid to a small, dark, sallow face and figure, in which the only tolerable feature was an intensely black and piercing pair of eyes.

THE CHAPLET, OR DE CORONA
And how long shall we draw the saw to and fro through this line, when we have an ancient practice, which by anticipation has made for us the state, i.e., of the question? If no passage of Scripture has prescribed it, assuredly custom, which without doubt flowed from tradition, has confirmed it. For how can anything come into use, if it has not first been handed down?

The Chemical History of A Candle--Michael Faraday
You see, then, in the first instance, that a beautiful cup is formed. As the air comes to the candle, it moves upward by the force of the current which the heat of the candle produces, and it so cools all the sides of the wax, tallow, or fuel as to keep the edge much cooler than the part within; the part within melts by the flame that runs down the wick as far as it can go before it is extinguished, but the part on the outside does not melt.

The Cherry Orchard
PISCHIN. Well . . Dashenka told me. Now I'm in such a position, I wouldn't mind forging them . . . I've got to pay 310 roubles the day after to-morrow . . . I've got 130 already. . . . [Feels his pockets, nervously] I've lost the money! The money's gone! [Crying] Where's the money? [Joyfully] Here it is behind the lining . . . I even began to perspire.

The Child of the Islands--Caroline Sheridan Norton
The dread exception-when some frenzied mind,/ Crushed by the weight of unforeseen distress,/ Grows to that feeble creature all unkind,/ And Nature's sweetest fount, through grief's excess, Is strangely turned to gall and bitterness;/ When the deserted babe is left to lie,

The Children of the New Forest
"Simply, young man, because the New Forest is, by the Parliament, committed to my charge. Notice has been given for all those who were employed to come here, that they might be permitted to remain, or he discharged, as I may deem most advisable."

The Chimes
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The China Bowl--E. F. Benson
Then, as I drew nearer to the boundaries of waking, I became aware that even when the spell of my dream was altogether broken I should not be free. For through my eyelids, which I knew had closed in a darkened room, there now streamed in a vivid light, and remembering for the first time what I had seen from the square outside, I knew that when I opened them they would look out on to a lit room, peopled with who knew what phantoms of the dead or living.

The Clemency of the Court--Willa Cather
One day when he was helping Davis top a haystack, Davis got angry at the dog for some reason and kicked at it. Serge threw out his arm and caught the blow himself. Davis, angrier than before, caught the hatchet and laid the dog's head open. He threw down the bloody hatchet and, telling Serge to go clean it, he bent over his work. Serge stood motionless, as dazed and helpless as if he had been struck himself.

The Clockmaker--Thomas Chandler Haliburton
Well, I'd been doin a little business there among the folks, and had jist sot off for the river, mounted on "Old Clay," arter takin a glass of Ezra's most particular handsum Jamaiky, and was trottin off pretty slick, when who should I run agin but Tim Bradley. He is a dreadful ugly cross grained critter, as you een amost ever seed, when he is about half shaved. Well, I stopped short, and says, I, Mr. Bradley, I hope you beant hurt; I'm proper sorry I run agin you, you cant feel uglier than I do about it, I do assure you.

The Cloud Dream of the Nine, Illustrated--Kim Man-Choong
The young lady blushed, and said hesitatingly in reply: "Cloudlet, my dear, you know how I have been as careful of my behaviour as the Book of Rites requires; and how I have guarded my thoughts as the pearls and jewels of my life; that my feet have never ventured outside the middle gates; and that in conversation I have not even met my friends. Would you believe it, I have been deceived and have had put upon me a disgrace that will never be wiped out. How shall I bear it or lift up my face again to the light of day?"

The Cloud Dream of the Nine--Kim Man-Choong
THE General then mounted the dragon-car with the Dragon King's daughter beside him; a wonderful wind blew the wheels and they whirled away up into mid air beyond the clouds. He did not know how close lay the outskirts of heaven, or how many miles from earth they were. A veil of mist like a white umbrella covered all the sphere. Little by little they descended till they came to Tong-jong. The King had come out a long distance to meet his guest with every possible form of ceremony and every evidence of love for him as a son-in-law. He bowed, and after having made Yang mount the highest seat of honour, prepared for him a great feast.

The Clue of the Silver Spoons
"Really, my mind is in such a whirl, I don't know what to think. But it's perfectly absurd to suspect Dacre. If you knew the man you would understand what I mean. He comes of an excellent family, and he is-oh! he is Lionel Dacre, and when you have said that you have made any suspicion absurd."

The Code of Honor--John Lyde Wilson
Full title: THE CODE OF HONOR; or RULES FOR THE GOVERNMENT of PRINCIPALS AND SECONDS in DUELLING

The Comical History of Doctor Faustus --Frank Morlock
Note: Based on an anonymous French play (Dagny likes the line "just a poor devil").

The Common Lot--Robert Herrick
The lawyer accepted the information without remark, and hung up his telephone. He may have wondered what had brought about this change of heart in his cousin, but later, when the news of the engagement reached him, he understood. For he knew Helen in a way better than her lover did,-knew her as one knows the desired and unattainable.

The Complete Poetical Works of Constance Naden
Often my heart recalls the sacred time/ When fell the tresses of my nut-brown hair;/ But then will come-O God, forgive the crime!-/ That guilty question-Can I still be fair?/

The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley Volume I
So now my summer-task is ended, Mary,/ And I return to thee, mine own heart's home;/ As to his Queen some victor Knight of Faery,/ Earning bright spoils for her enchanted dome;/

The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley Volume II
And thou hast sought in starry eyes/ Beams that were never meant for thine,/ Another's wealth:-tame sacrifice/ To a fond faith! still dost thou pine?/

The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley Volume III
Muse, sing the deeds of golden Aphrodite,/ Who wakens with her smile the lulled delight/ Of sweet desire, taming the eternal kings/ Of Heaven, and men, and all the living things/ That fleet along the air, or whom the sea/

THE CONFESSION AND EXECUTION OF Letitia Wigington of Ratclif
I humbly desire all you that have been my loving Neighbours and Friends, and all other good Christians, that have heard of this horrid and dreadful misfortune that hath befallen me, and you that shall read these doleful Lines, let pity move your hearts to read them, and you that have had any hand in taking away my Life wrongfully, I pray God forgive you all, but let me admonish you not to abuse the dead by giving out your cruel speeches by me, as you have done in my Life time (that never did you any harm) first for Imprison me wrongfully

The Confession of Charles Linkworth--E. F. Benson
Linkworth went to pay the penalty for the atrocious deed, which no one who had heard the evidence could possibly doubt that he had done with the same indifference as had marked his entire demeanour since he knew his appeal had failed. The prison chaplain who had attended him had done his utmost to get him to confess, but his efforts had been quite ineffectual, and to the last he asserted, though without protestation, his innocence.

The Confessions of a Beachcomber--E J Banfield
In justification of the assumption of the title of "Beachcomber," it must be said that, having made good and sufficient provision against the advent of the wet season (which begins, as a rule, during the Christmas holidays), the major portion of each week was spent in first formal and official calls, and then friendly and familiar visits to the neighbouring islands and the mainland.

The Conflict
``Led by your sort of young men? I mean young men of your class. Led by young lawyers and merchants and young fellows living on inherited incomes? Don't you see that's impossible,'' cried Selma. ``They are all living off the labor of others. Their whole idea of life is exploiting the masses - is reaping where they have not sown or reaping not only what they've sown but also what others have sown - for they couldn't buy luxury and all the so-called refinements of life for themselves and their idle families merely with what they themselves could earn.

The Conquest of the Old Southwest--Archibald Henderson
Full title: The Conquest of the Old Southwest: The Romantic Story of the Early Pioneers into Virginia, The Carolinas, Tennessee, and Kentucky 1740-1790

The Conservation of Races
Although the wonderful developments of human history teach that the grosser physical differences of color, hair and bone go but a short way toward explaining the different roles which groups of men have played in Human Progress, yet there are differences-subtle, delicate and elusive, though they may be- which have silently but definitely separated men into groups.

The Conspirators--J. P. Sousa
The three scoundrels listened, as the voices rose and fell on the air. The child, with the fear of death before her, and in the clutches of her horrible captor, gave one convulsive sob and sank swooning at his feet.

The Contest in America
A nation which has made the professions that England has, does not with impunity, under however great provocation, betake itself to frustrating the objects for which it has been calling on the rest of the world to make sacrifices of what they think their interest. At present all the nations of Europe have sympathized with us; have acknowledged that we were injured, and declared with rare unanimity, that we had no choice but to resist, if necessary, by arms. But the consequences of such a war would soon have buried its causes in oblivion.

The Contrast--Royall Tyler
MANLY Forgive me, my sister,-I am no enemy to mirth; I love your sprightliness; and I hope it will one day enliven the hours of some worthy man; but when I mention the respectable authors of my existence,- the cherishers and protectors of my helpless infancy, whose hearts glow with such fondness and attachment that they would willingly lay down their lives for my welfare,-you will excuse me if I am so unfashionable as to speak of them with some degree of respect and reverence. --NOTE, first play performed in America.

The Corporation of London--William Ferneley Allen
Full title: The Corporation of London: Its Rights and Privileges

The Cost
"I thought it would cut him horribly," he was thinking. "And he's taking it as if he had only a friendly interest." Scarborough's face was again behind the newspaper. When he had finished it he sauntered toward the door. He paused there to glance idly at the titles of the top row in the book-case. Pierson was watching him. "No - it's all right," he concluded. Scarborough was too straight and calm just to have received such a blow as that news would have been had he cared for Pauline.

The Count of Monte Cristo
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The Countess Cathleen--W.B. Yeats
OONA. The empty rattle-pate!/ Lean on this arm,/ That I can tell you is a christened arm,/ And not like some, if we are to judge by speech./ But as you please. It is time I was forgot./ Maybe it is not on this arm you slumbered/ When you were as helpless as a worm.

The Countess Ida: A Tale of Berlin--Theodore S. Fay
"His message!" said Digby, opening his eyes; for, so rapid had been the events of the day; so sudden the discovery of a person at the feet of his daughter, whom he knew he could not marry; so great his indignation, and so obtuse his intellect, that he had not, until this moment, distinctly conceived what the whole was to lead to. He repeated again, in a lower tone,

The Courage of the Commonplace--Mary Raymond Shipley Andrews
It came to him in a vague, comforting way that probably the best game a man could play with his life would be to use it as a tool to do work with; to keep it at its brightest, cleanest, most efficient for the sake of the work. This boy, of no phenomenal sort, had one marked quality-when he had made a decision he acted on it. Tonight through the soreness of a bitter disappointment he put his finger on the highest note of his character and resolved. All unknown to himself it was a crisis.

The Crater; or, Vulcan's Peak. A Tale of the Pacific, V1
Thus far Mark had been working under a species of excitement, that was probably natural enough to his situation, but which wanted the coolness and discretion that are necessary to render our efforts the most profitable to ourselves, or to others. Now, that the feverish feeling which set him at work so early to make a provision against wants which, at the worst, were merely problematical, had subsided, Mark began to see that there remained many things to do, which were of even more pressing necessity than anything yet done. Among the first of these there was the perfect security of the ship.

The Crater; or, Vulcan's Peak. A Tale of the Pacific, V2
Her general course would seem to be dead before the wind; but she yawed incessantly, and often so broadly, as to catch some of her light sails aback. Most vessels take a good deal of room in running down before the wind, and in a swell; but the Mermaid took a great deal more than was common, and could scarce be said to look any way in particular. All this the governor observed, as the vessels approached nearer and nearer, as well as the movements of those of the crew who showed themselves in the rigging.

The Crescent Moon--Rabindranath Tagore
I ask, "But, how am I to get up to you?" They answer, "Come to the edge of the earth, lift up your hands to the sky, and you will be taken up into the clouds."

The Cricket on the Hearth
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THE CRIME CULT
While he was standing there, a mass of blackness grew behind him; then became as motionless as a statue. The man at the window turned. He stared almost directly at the peculiar form close beside him, but his eyes saw nothing.

The Crimson Blind--Henrietta D. Everett
There was little interchange of words between the two lads as they went. Ronald was inwardly resentful, and Jack seemed to have some private thoughts which amused him, for he smiled to himself in the darkness. Arrived at the Portsmouth road, they got over the fence at the same place as before; and now Jack's torch was of use, as they pushed their way through the tangled garden to the spot determined on as likely to afford the best view of the window with the crimson blind.

The Crossing
It was all very mysterious to me, and I lay awake many a night with curiosity, trying to solve a puzzle that was none of my business. And one day, to cap the matter, two woodsmen arrived at Harrodstown with clothes frayed and bodies lean from a long journey. Not one of the hundred questions with which they were beset would they answer, nor say where they had been or why, save that they had carried out certain orders of Clark, who was locked up with them in a cabin for several hours.

The Crown of Thorns--E. H. Chapin
But change the order of circumstances. Remove these external helps,-substitute therefor sorrow, duty, the revelations of our own inner being,-and all this gayety vanishes like the sparkles from a stream when a storm comes up. The soul that has depended upon outward congenialities for its happiness has no permanent principle of happiness; for that is the distinction which religion bestows.

The Crowned Skull--Fergus Hume
'You don't know?' repeated the coroner. 'Yet I presume you placed the skull on the table yourself so as to add to the effect of your fortune-telling?'

The Cruise of the Shining Light--Norman Duncan
The outer door was flung open. Came a rush of wind-the noise and wet and lusty stirring of the night. It broke harshly in upon us; 'twas a crashing discord of might and wrath and cruel indifference - a mocking of this small tragedy. The door was sharply closed against the gale. I heard the wheeze and tread of my uncle in the kitchen. He entered - his broad face grave and anxious and grieved - but instantly fled, though I beckoned; for Parson Lute, overcome, it may be; by the impiety of Elizabeth, was upon his knees, fervently praying that the misguided soul might yet by some miraculous manifestation of grace be restored to propriety of view and of feeling.

The Crushed Flower and Other Stories--Leonid Andreyev
But that same evening, and perhaps it was another evening, he noticed his father crying. It happened in the following way: He was passing his father's study, and the door was half open; he heard a noise and he looked in quietly-father lay face downward upon his couch and cried aloud. There was no one else in the room.

THE CRYSTAL SCEPTRE--Philip Verrill Mighels
One after another, then, the trembling fellows came crawling down the hill, many on their stomachs, to adore my tracks, to wriggle about my feet and otherwise to endeavour to calm me down and humble themselves in my exalted shadow. Even the chief came toward me on hands and knees, dragging his club and afraid to lift his head. His downfall was complete; there were none more thoroughly overwhelmed than he. On the ground before me the fellow laid his great crystal weapon-at once his sceptre and his sword -and he, too, adored the turf where my feet had trod. The women, with the albino among them, and even the children, got on the ground, prostrate, abject and afraid.

The Cuckoo Clock--Mary Louisa Molesworth
"But it is," said Griselda, getting rather vexed. "If it isn't a garden it's grounds, private grounds, and nobody should come without leave. This path leads down to the wood, and there's a door in the wall at the bottom to get into the lane. You may go down that way, little boy. No one comes scrambling up the way you did."

THE CUDGELLED AND CONTENTED CUCKOLD
INDEED so fickle proved this giddy youth,/ That nothing long would please his heart or tooth;/ Howe'er he earnestly inquired her name,/ And ev'ry other circumstance the same./ She's lady, they replied, to great 'squire Good,

The Curlytops on Star Island--Howard R. Garis
The animal, fish, or whatever it was, indeed seemed to be coming straight for the shore near the place where the Curlytops were playing. Ted, Jan and Nora could see the sharp nose and the bright eyes more plainly now. As for Trouble, he did not know what it was all about, and he wanted to go back in the water to wade, which was as near swimming as he ever came.

The Curse of the Catafalques--F. Anstey
"Upon these dread occasions," he explained, "it is absolutely forbidden for any human being but one to remain in the house. All the servants have already left, and we are about to take our departure for a private hotel near the Strand. We shall just have time, if we start at once, to inspect the Soane Museum on our way thither, which will serve as some distraction from the terrible anxiety we shall be feeling."

The Cyclops--Percy Bysshe Shelley
Note: A SATYRIC DRAMA TRANSLATED FROM THE GREEK OF EURIPIDES.

The Damned
'There's some one in the house, of course,' I heard my voice say finally, as I sprang out of bed and hurried into dressing-gown and slippers. 'Don't be alarmed. I'll go down and see,' and from the drawer I took a pistol it was my habit to carry everywhere with me. I loaded it carefully while Frances stood stock-still beside the bed and watched. I moved towards the open door.

THE DANCE OF THE VEILS
Zahara, staring into the mirror, observed that there was not a wrinkle upon her face, not a flaw upon her perfect skin. Nor in this was she blinded by vanity. Nature, indeed, had cast her in a rare mould, and from her unusual hair, which was like dull gold, to her slender ankles and tiny feet, she was one of the most perfectly fashioned human beings who ever added to the beauty of the world.

The Dark Flower
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THE DAUGHTER OF HUANG CHOW
Many of the larger pieces about the place contained drawers and cupboards, and these he systematically opened one after another, without making any discovery of note. Some of the cupboards contained broken pieces of crockery, and more or less damaged curios of one kind and another, but none of them gave him the clue for which he was seeking.

The Day of the Dog--George Barr McCutcheon
"You-you don't mean it," exclaimed Crosby in dismay. He saw a prodigious fee slipping through his fingers. "Gad, I must see her about this," he went on, starting down the ladder, only to go back again hastily. The growling dog leaped forward and stood ready to receive him. Austin chuckled audibly.

THE DEATH OF PILATE, WHO CONDEMNED JESUS
Pontius Pilate, therefore, by the command of Caesar, is taken and brought through to Rome. Caesar. hearing that Pilate had arrived at Rome, was filled with exceeding fury against him, and caused him to be brought to him. But Pilate brought down with him the seamless tunic of Jesus; and he wore it on him in presence of the emperor. And as soon as the emperor saw him, he laid aside all his anger, and forthwith rose up to meet him. Nor was he able to speak harshly to him in anything; and he who seemed so terrible and fierce in his absence, now in his presence is somehow found to be mild.

The Death of the Lion
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THE DEATH TOWER
The Shadow motioned with the gun that covered Hassan. The Arab understood his meaning. He crossed the floor, staring sullenly at the man in the cloak, and took his position beside Doctor Palermo. With a long, sweeping motion, The Shadow placed both revolvers beneath his cloak.

The Death-Ring of Sneferu--Sax Rohmer
Into the brazier Abû Tabâh dropped one by one fragments of the paper upon which he had written what I presumed to be a form of invocation. Immediately, standing between the smoking brazier and the girl, he commenced a subdued muttering. I recognized that I was about to be treated to an exhibition of darb el-mendel, Abû Tabâh being evidently a sahhar, or adept in the art called er-roohânee.

The Deliverance; A Romance of the Virginia Tobacco Fields
"I believe you," he declared. She was conscious of a slight thrill that passed quickly, leaving her white and weak. "I feel tired," she said, pressing hard against the tree. "Will you be so good as to pick up my parasol?" "Tired!" he exclaimed, and after a moment, "Your face is hurt-did the dogs do it?" She shook her head. "You struck me with your whip." "Is that so? I can't say after this that I never lifted my hand against a woman-but harsh measures are sometimes necessary, I reckon. Does it smart?"

The Demoiselle d'Ys--Robert W. Chambers
By the fireplace in the large room at the foot of the stairs an old Breton woman sat spinning with a distaff. She looked up at me when I appeared, and smiling frankly, wished me health in the Breton language, to which I laughingly replied in French. At the same moment my hostess appeared and returned my salutation with a grace and dignity that sent a thrill to my heart. Her lovely head with its dark curly hair was crowned with a head-dress which set all doubts as to the epoch of my own costume at rest.

The Depot Master--Joseph C. Lincoln
"Then 'twas through one bedroom after another, and each one more crowded with noisy, smashable things than that previous. Nate said he could remember the professor roarin' 'Fire!' and 'Help!' as the two of 'em bumped into his bed, but they didn't stop-they was too busy. The whole length of the house upstairs they traveled, then through the ell, then the woodshed loft, and finally out into the upper story of the barn. And there Nate knew he had him. The ladder was down.

The Derelict--H. M. Tomlinson
It looked like a big log out there ahead, over the starboard bow. It was not easy to make out. The light was failing. We overhauled it rapidly, and it began to shape as a ship's boat. "Oh, it's gone," exclaimed someone then. But the forlorn object lifted high again, and sank once more. Whenever it was glimpsed it was set in a patch of foam.

The Descent of Christ Into Hell--Greek Form.
The forefathers having heard this, began all to revile him, saying: O all-devouring and insatiable! open, that the King of glory may come in. David the prophet says: Dost thou not know, O blind, that I when living in the world prophesied this saying: Lift up your gates, O ye rulers? Hesaias said: I, foreseeing this by the Holy Spirit, wrote: The dead shall rise up, and those in their tombs shall be raised, and those in the earth shall rejoice.(1) And where, O death, is thy sting? where, O Hades, is thy victory?(2)

The Desire to be a Man--Comte P. H. Villiers de L'isle Adam
The old actor then launched into a dazed monologue. 'I acted prudently the other evening,' he went on, 'when I asked my good comrade Mademoiselle Pinson (who shares the Minister's confidence and even his bed) to obtain for me, between two ardent confessions, that post as lighthouse-keeper which my ancestors occupied on the Atlantic coast. Ah! Now I understand the weird effect the reflection of this street lamp in this mirror had I on me!

The Desired Woman--Will N. Harben
She glanced through the open door into the house as if to see if any one was within hearing. Then she came nearer to him, looking down on him from the higher step on which she stood, her pretty brow under a frown. "I was bothered after I went to bed," she said, frankly. "I don't think I ought to-to have kissed you as I did there at the gate. I would have scolded Ann for the same thing, even if she were as old as I am. I trust you-I can't help it-and last night I was so happy over Tobe's message that-Tell me honestly. Do you think that a man loses respect for a girl who will act as-as boldly as I did? Tell me; tell me truly."

The Devil and Daniel Webster--Stephen Vincent Benet
Well, with that the argument began - and it went hot and heavy. At first, Jabez Stone had a flicker of hope, but when he saw Dan'l Webster being forced back at point after point, he just sat scrunched in his corner, with his eyes on that japanned box. For there wasn't any doubt as to the deed or the signature - that was the worst of it. Dan'l Webster twisted and turned and thumped his fist on the table, but he couldn't get away from that. He offered to compromise the case; the stranger wouldn't hear of it. He pointed out the property had increased in value, and state senators ought to be worth more; the stranger stuck to the letter of the law.

The Devil Stone--Beatrice Heron-Maxwell
They say that eventually the two will be reunited, and that until this happens the lost ring will fufil its mission. It is supposed to impel its wearer to deeds of violence, and to his own destruction; and when the evil spirit within it is gratified, it flashes and sparkles. They say, too, that if you cast it from you, you throw away with it the greatest happiness of your life and lose the chance of it for ever. Yet, if you wear it, it dominates your fate. The instant I saw it, I recognised the lost ring, and asked the man his price for it.

The Devil's Dictionary--Ambrose Bierce
LEAD, n. A heavy blue-gray metal much used in giving stability to light lovers - particularly to those who love not wisely but other men's wives.

The Devolutionist and The Emancipatrix--Homer Eon Flint
The patient gave no sign that anything out of the ordinary had occurred. Not a drop of blood had been spilled except in the process of getting at the organ; but now, with a few deft motions of certain instruments, the heart was sliced away from the surrounding tissues, the tubes were severed, and the whole powerful pump, still beating faintly, was removed from the body altogether.

The Difficulty of Crossing a Field
'He is gone, he is gone! O God! what an awful thing!' and many other such exclamations, which I do not distinctly recollect. I got from them the impression that they related to something more than the mere disappearance of her husband, even if that had occurred before her eyes. Her manner was wild, but not more so, I think, than was natural under the circumstances I have no reason to think she had at that time lost her mind. I have never since seen nor heard of Mr. Williamson

The Disappearance of Marie Severe
"Don't rely on anything, Inspector," he warned him. "I am afraid that this resolves itself into a game of chance. Just one touch of luck may give us a winning point, or it may go the other way. In any case there is no reason why I should not motor round by Swanstead one of these days when I am out. If anything fresh turns up before you hear from me you had better telephone me. Now exactly where did this happen?"

THE DISCOURSE TO THE GREEKS--JUSTIN
And your public assemblies I have come to hate. For there are excessive banquetings, and subtle flutes which provoke to lustful movements, and useless and luxurious anointings, and crowning with garlands. With such a mass of evils do you banish shame; and ye fill your minds with them, and are carried away by intemperance, and indulge as a common practice in wicked and insane fornication.

The District Doctor
But, you know, that cannot be neglected: your practice suffers from it. But, in the first place, the sick girl was, really, in a desperate condition; and, in the second place, I must tell the truth, I felt strongly attracted to her. Moreover, the whole family pleased me. Although they were not wealthy people, yet their culture was, I may say, rare.

THE DIVINE LITURGY OF JAMES
Full title: THE DIVINE LITURGY OF JAMES, THE HOLY APOSTLE AND BROTHER OF THE LORD

THE DIVORCE
Ai-ku was staring at the awning above her, probably considering how best to raise such trouble that Old Beast's family would be ruined and he and Young Beast would have no way to turn. She was not afraid of Mr. Wei. She had seen him twice and he was nothing but a squat, round-headed fellow-there were plenty like him in her own village, only a little darker.

The Dock Rats of New York--Old Sleuth
Transcriber's Note: This book is an example of early pulp fiction. It was published in 1908 by The Arthur Westbrook Co. as Adventure Series No. 76. "Old Sleuth" is the pseudonym of Harlan Page Halsey (1837-1898).

The Domestic Affections and Other Poems--Felicia Dorothea Browne Hemans
OH, queen of dreams ! 'tis now the hour,/ Thy fav'rite hour of silence and of sleep;/ Come, bring thy wand, whose magic pow'r,/ Can wake the troubled spirits of the deep!/

The Doom-Well of St. Madron--ROBERT STEPHEN HAWKER
"Now rede me my riddle, Sir Mordred, I pray,/ My kinsmen, mine ancient, my Bien-aimé;/ Now rede me my riddle, and rede it aright,/ Art thou traitorous knave or my trusty knight?"

The Double Widowing--by Riviere Dufresny, translated by Frank J. Morlock
Mrs. MacPherson My husband never tells me his secrets. He's right, for I am too much of a gossip. I like it better when he tells me nothing, because he's so pompous when he tells me a secret. He has such long oaths, so long that I would as soon listen to a hundred sighs from another man. Before he will tell me one word!

The Down-Easters, Volume 1--John Neal
I had seen her in my youth, I knew her when the war of 1812 broke out, and I knew her at the close of that war, when it began to be considered a very proper thing for people to go to church twice a day-rain or shine-provided they were not able to keep a carriage. I knew her at a period when fire and earth-quake had made it rather fashionable to pray-and when very respectable and very genteel people, were known to pray-and when the most beautiful women of New-York were to be seen at church, though Broadway, the Battery, and both rivers were open at the time; and she appeared to me to grow younger and younger every year.

The Down-Easters, Volume 2
But while he stood in the door-way, holding his breath (continues the narrative) something glided past him like a shadow. His blood thrilled as it swept by; but the next moment he saw the shape of a woman at his elbow, he heard her step, her low agitated breathing, and his heart beat thick with joy. It was no shadow, no shape such as men are afraid of, though it wear the outward form of what they have most loved on earth. It was a woman-perhaps a beautiful woman-a youthful woman he was quite sure, for the small hand he took was very soft and smooth, and though it fluttered violently, it was cold to the touch of his.

The Downs--Amyas Northcote
Well, I commenced my ascent of the hill, and I had not gone very far when I became aware of a certain peculiar change taking place in myself. I fear I shall find it very difficult to describe my sensations in a fashion intelligible to those who have never experienced anything similar, whilst to those who have undergone psychic ordeals my description will probably appear bald and inadequate.

The Duchess de la Valliere
DUCHESS DE LA VALLIÈRE. /Hark! the deep sound,/ That seems a voice from some invisible spirit,/ Claiming the world for God.-When last I heard it/ Hallow this air, here stood my mother, living;/ And I-was then a mother's pride!-and yonder/ Came thy brave brother in his glittering mail;/

The Duke of Gandia
ALEXANDER I believe thou liest not. Girl, the day Looks pale before thy glory. Brow, cheek, eye, Lips, throat, and bosom, thou dost overshine All womanhood man ever worshipped. Once I held thy mother fairest born of all That ever turned old Rome to heaven. Thou hast read Her golden Horace?

The Dupe, a comedy--Frances Chamberlaine Sheridan
Sharp. Come, come, I know you don't dislike me at the bottom of your heart: you think me saucy, but agreeable, a devilish agreeable fellow. Ah, you little rogue! there is an arch smile of assent under that angry brow, that makes you look so enchantingly!

The Dust-Cloud
"Why, just this. His place was outside the village of Bircham, ten miles out from Norwich; and there's a long straight bit of road there- that's where he ran over the child - and a couple of hundred yards further on, a rather awkward turn into the park gates. Well, a month or two ago,.soon after the accident, one old gaffer in the village swore he had seen a motor there coming full tilt along the road, but without a sound, and it disappeared at the lodge gates of the park, which were shut.

The Dutch Declaration of Independence
And, although the king had by fair words given them grounds to hope that their request should be complied with, yet by his letters he ordered the contrary, soon after expressly commanding, upon pain of his displeasure, to admit the new bishops immediately, and put them in possession of their bishoprics and incorporated abbeys, to hold the court of the inquisition in the places where it had been before, to obey and follow the decrees and ordinances of the Council of Trent, which in many articles are destructive of the privileges of the country.

The Dynamiter
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The Ear in the Wall
Dorgan was the political boss of the city at that time, apparently entrenched, with an organization that seemed impregnable. I knew him as a big, bullnecked fellow, taciturn to the point of surliness, owing his influence to his ability to "deliver the goods" in the shape of graft of all sorts, the archenemy of Carton, a type of politician who now is rapidly passing.

The Earth as Modified by Human Action--George P. Marsh
There can be no doubt that moisture is given, out by trees and evaporated in extremely cold winter weather, and unless new fluid were supplied from the roots by the exercise of some vital function, the tree would be exhausted of its juices before winter was over. But this is not observed to be the fact, and, though the point is disputed, respectable authorities declare that "wood felled in the depth of winter is the heaviest and fullest of sap."

THE ECCLESIASTICAL CANONS OF THE SAME HOLY APOSTLES
40. Let not the presbyters and deacons do anything without the consent of the bishop, for it is he who is entrusted with the people of the Lord, and will be required to give an account of their souls. Let the proper goods of the bishop, if he has any, and those belonging to the Lord, be openly distinguished, that he may have power when he dies to leave his own goods as he pleases, and to whom he pleases; that, under pretence of the ecclesiastical revenues, the bishop's own may not come short, who sometimes has a wife and children, or kinsfolk, or servants.

THE EDUCATION OF HENRY ADAMS
A story of education - seventy years of it - the practical value remains to the end in doubt, like other values about which men have disputed since the birth of Cain and Abel; but the practical value of the universe has never been stated in dollars. Although every one cannot be a Gargantua-Napoleon-Bismarck and walk off with the great bells of Notre Dame, every one must bear his own universe, and most persons are moderately interested in learning how their neighbors have managed to carry theirs.

The Egoist
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The Eldest Son
KEITH. From human nature, I should have thought, John. I admit that I don't like a fellow's leavin' a girl in the lurch; but I don't see the use in drawin' hard and fast rules. You only have to break 'em. Sir William and you would just tie Dunning and the girl up together, willy-nilly, to save appearances, and ten to one but there'll be the deuce to pay in a year's time. You can take a horse to the water, you can't make him drink.

The Elixir
This house in the Katherinenstrasse continued to be called "The Three Kings," although, soon after the death of old Caspar Ueberhell, the sign was removed, and the shop closed. And many things happened to it and the house which ran counter to the usual course of events and the wishes of the worthy burghers.

The Emancipatrix
All told, this particular session covered a good many hours. The four kept up a more or less connected mental conversation with each other as they went along, except, of course, when the events became too exciting. Mainly they were trying to catch their agents in the proper mood for receiving telepathic communications, and it proved no easy matter.

The Emerald Tablet of Hermes--Multiple Translations
And things have been from this primal substance through a single act. How wonderful is this work! It is the main (principle) of the world and is its maintainer.

The Emigrants, a Poem--Charlotte Turner Smith
SLOW in the Wintry Morn, the struggling light/ Throws a faint gleam upon the troubled waves;/ Their foaming tops, as they approach the shore/ And the broad surf that never ceasing breaks/ On the innumerous pebbles, catch the beams

The Emperor
There was a sudden stir behind the screens which enclosed the sculptor and the work in progress. Pollux had been working for a long time with zeal and pleasure, but at last the steward's snoring had begun to disturb him. The body of the Muse had already taken a definite form and he could begin to work out the head with the earliest dawn of day. He now dropped his arms wearily, for as soon as he ceased to create with his whole heart and mind he felt tired, and saw plainly that without a model he could do nothing satisfactory with the drapery of his Urania. So he pulled his stool up to a great chest full of gypsum to get a little repose by leaning against it.

The Empty House
"The house is very old indeed," she went on, "and the story-an unpleasant one-dates a long way back. It has to do with a murder committed by a jealous stableman who had some affair with a servant in the house. One night he managed to secrete himself in the cellar, and when everyone was asleep, he crept upstairs to the servants' quarters, chased the girl down to the next landing, and before anyone could come to the rescue threw her bodily over the banisters into the hall below."

The End of a Show--Barry Pain
"He is my father," the voice screamed loudly; then there was more weeping; then it spoke again: "It's awful; I could bear anything now-anything-if I thought it would ever be any better; but it won't. My mind's a woman's and my wants are a woman's, but I am not a woman. I am a show. The brutes stand round me, talk to me, touch me!"

The English Rogue, Part 1--Richard Head
Full title: THE English Rogue, In the LIFE OF Meriton Latroon, And other Extravagants. COMPREHENDING THE Most Eminent CHEATS OF Most Trades and Professions.

The English Rogue, Part 2
The eldest of the two dispatched a Messenger to his Brother to tell him that he was very well satisfied in his taking Armes, and since he was in such readiness, if he pleased he would joyn forces with him, and assault their elder Brother who being vanquisht they would divide the Government. The youngest Brother willingly assenting to these propositions came over to him, but no sooner was he in his power but he caused both his eyes to be put out

The English Rogue, Part 3
Mine Host having heard their Instructions, was no Fool, but soon understood them, and procur'd a Country Fellow to manage the business so well, that they should be all startled, onely (said he) you shall allow him half a Crown for his labor, and the rest that he gets of you (for I know you intend a Composition) shall be justly return'd you.

The English Rogue, Part 4
Some of these Rooks or Rogues if they perceive you to be full of Money, though they, never saw you before, will impudently and importunately strive to borrow Money of you without the least intention of repaying, if you should be so facile as to do it, or to go with you when you are playing at Hazard seven to twelve half a crown which is more then ten to one, if you deny them their unreasonable request, you shall find them sometimes very angry. Others will watch when you are serious at your Game whether your Sword hangs loose behind that they may lift that away

The Englishman and Other Poems--Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Just a changing sea of colour/ Surging up and flowing down;/ And pagodas shining golden, night and noon;/ And a sun-burst-tinted throng/ Of young priests that move along/ Under sun-burst-hued umbrellas through the town.

The Ensouled Violin--Helena P. Blavatsky
The effect of the notice was magical. Paganini, who, and his greatest triumphs, never lost sight of a profitable speculation, doubled the usual price of admission, but still the theatre could not hold the crowds that flocked to secure tickets for that memorable performance.

The Ephesian Matron and Other
ONE, 'mong his valets, had a pretty wife;/ The master was himself quite full of life,/ And soon the charmer to his wishes drew,/ With which the husband discontented grew,/ And having caught them in the very fact,/ He rang his mate the changes for the act;

THE EPISTLE OF BARNABAS
Understand, then, ye children of gladness, that the good Lord has foreshown all things to us, that we might know to whom we ought for everything to render thanksgiving and praise. If therefore the Son of God, who is Lord all things], and who will judge the living and the dead, suffered, that His stroke might give us life, let us believe that the Son of God could not have suffered except for our sakes.

THE EPISTLE OF IGNATIUS TO HERO, A DEACON OF ANTIOCH
Flee from haughtiness, "for the Lord resisteth the proud."(4) Abhor falsehood, for says [the Scripture], "Thou shalt destroy all them that speak lies."(5) Guard against envy, for its author is the devil, and his successor Cain, who envied his brother, and out of envy committed murder. Exhort my sisters to love God, and be content with their own husbands only.

THE EPISTLE OF IGNATIUS TO MARY AT NEAPOLIS, NEAR ZARBUS
Now it occurs to me to mention, that the report is true which I heard of thee whilst thou wast at Rome with the blessed father(8) Linus, whom the deservedly-blessed Clement, a hearer of Peter and Paul, has now succeeded. And by this time thou hast added a hundred-fold to thy reputation; and may thou, O woman! still further increase it.

THE EPISTLE OF IGNATIUS TO POLYCARP
Flee wicked arts; but all the more discourse regarding them. Speak to my sisters, that they love in our Lord, and that their husbands be sufficient for them in the flesh and spirit. Then, again, charge my brethren in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ, that they love their wives, as our Lord His Church. If any man is able in power to continue in purity

THE EPISTLE OF IGNATIUS TO POLYCARP SHORTER AND LONGER VERSIONS
Seeing that the Church which is at Antioch in Syria is, as report has informed me, at peace, through your prayers, I also am the more encouraged, resting without anxiety in God,(1) if indeed by means of suffering I may attain to God, so that, through your prayers, I may be found a disciple[of Christ]. It is fitting, O Polycarp, most blessed in God, to assemble a very solemn(3) council, and to elect one whom you greatly love

THE EPISTLE OF IGNATIUS TO THE ANTIOCHIANS
Whosoever, therefore, declares that there is but one God, only so as to take away the divinity of Christ, is a devil,(3) and an enemy of all righteousness. He also that confesseth Christ, yet not as the Son of the Maker of the world, but of some other unknown(4) being, different from Him whom the law and the prophets have proclaimed, this man is an instrument of the devil.

THE EPISTLE OF IGNATIUS TO THE EPHESIANS SHORTER AND LONGER VERSIONS
Let not then any one deceive you, as indeed ye are not deceived, inasmuch as ye are wholly devoted to God. For since there is no strife raging among you which might distress you, ye are certainly living in accordance with God's will. I am far inferior to you, and require to be sanctified by your Church of Ephesus, so renowned throughout the world.

THE EPISTLE OF IGNATIUS TO THE MAGNESIANS SHORTER AND LONGER VERSIONS
If, then, those who were conversant with the ancient Scriptures came to newness of hope, expecting the coming of Christ, as the Lord teaches us when He says, "If ye had believed Moses, ye would have believed Me, for he wrote of Me;"[9] and again, "Your father Abraham rejoiced to see My day, and he saw it, and was glad; for before Abraham was, I am; "[11] how shall we be able to live without Him?

THE EPISTLE OF IGNATIUS TO THE PHILADELPHIANS SHORTER AND LONGER VERSIONS
Wherefore, as children of light and truth, avoid the dividing of your unity, and the wicked doctrine of the doctrines; but where the shepherd is, there do ye as sheep follow. For there are many wolves that appear worthy of credit, who, by means of a pernicious pleasure, carry captives those that are running towards God; but in your unity they shall have no place.

THE EPISTLE OF IGNATIUS TO THE PHILIPPIANS
For if the Lord were a mere man, possessed of a soul and body only, why dost thou mutilate and explain away His being born with the common nature of humanity? Why dost thou call the passion a mere appearance, as if it were any strange thing happening to a [mere] man? And why dost thou reckon the death of a mortal to be simply an imaginary death? But if, [on the other hand,]

THE EPISTLE OF IGNATIUS TO THE ROMANS SHORTER AND LONGER VERSIONS
I write to all the Churches, and impress on them all, that I shall willingly die for God, unless ye hinder me. I beseech of you not to show an unseasonable goodwill towards me. Suffer me to become food for the wild beasts, through whose instrumentality it will be granted me to attain to God. I am the wheat of God, and am ground by the teeth of the wild beasts, that I may be found the pure bread of God.

THE EPISTLE OF IGNATIUS TO THE SMYRAEANS SHORTER AND LONGER VERSIONS
Let no man deceive himself. Unless he believes that Christ Jesus has lived in the flesh, and shall confess His cross and passion, and the blood which He shed for the salvation of the world, he shall not obtain eternal life, whether he be a king, or a priest, or a ruler, or a private consequence, incur condemnation

THE EPISTLE OF IGNATIUS TO THE TARSIANS
Nor is He a mere man, by whom and in whom all things were made; for "all things were made by Him."(6) "When He made the heaven, I was present with Him; and I was there with Him, forming [the world along with Him], and He rejoiced in me daily."(7) And how could a mere man be addressed in such words as these: "Sit Thou at My right hand?"(8) And how, again, could such an one declare: "Before Abraham was, I am?"

THE EPISTLE OF IGNATIUS TO THE TRALLIANS SHORTER AND LONGER VERSIONS
Not that I Know there is anything of this kind among you; but I put you on your guard, inasmuch as I love you greatly, and foresee the snares of the devil. Wherefore, clothing(11) yourselves with meekness, be ye renewed(12) in faith, that is the flesh of the Lord, and in love, that is the blood of Jesus Christ. Let no one of you cherish any grudge against his neighbour.

THE EPISTLE OF MATHETES TO DIOGNETUS
For, who of men at all understood before His coming what God is? Do you accept of the vain and silly doctrines of those who are deemed trustworthy philosophers? of whom some said that fire was God, calling that God to which they themselves were by and by to come; and some water; and others some other of the elements formed by God. But if any one of these theories be worthy of approbation, every one of the rest of created things might also be declared to be God.

THE EPISTLE OF POLYCARP TO THE PHILIPPIANS
I am greatly grieved for Valens, who was once a presbyter among you, because he so little understands the place that was given him [in the Church]. I exhort you, therefore, that ye abstain from covetousness,(16) and that ye be chaste and truthful. "Abstain from every form of evil."(17) For if a man cannot govern himself in such matters, how shall he enjoin them on others ? If a man does not keep himself from covetousness,(16) he shall be defiled by idolatry, and shall be judged as one of the heathen.

THE EPISTLE OF POPE URBAN FIRST TO ALL CHRISTIANS
By the increase, therefore, and the mode of life which have been mentioned, the churches over which the bishops preside have grown so greatly with the help of the Lord, and the greater part of them are now in possession of so much property, that among them there is not a man who, selecting the life in common, is kept in poverty; but such an one receives all necessaries from the bishop and his ministers. Therefore, if any one in modern or in future time shall rise up and attempt to divert that property, let him be smitten with the judgment which has been already mentioned.

THE EPISTLE OF THEONAS, BISHOP OF ALEXANDRIA, TO LUCIANUS, THE CHIEF CHAMBERLAIN.
Nor will the diligence and care of that servant be less who has the custody of the robes and imperial ornaments. All these he should enter in a most exact catalogue, and he should keep a note of what they are and of what sort, and in what places stored, and when he received them, and from whom, and whether they are soiled or unsoiled. All these things he should keep in his diligence; he should often review again, and he should often go over them that they may be the more readily known again.

THE EPISTLE TO ARISTIDES
But in order that what I have said may be made evident, I shall explain the interchange(3) of the generations. If we reckon the generations from David through Solomon, Matthan is found to be the third from the end, who begat Jacob the father of Joseph. But if, with Luke, we reckon them from Nathan the son of David, in like manner the third from the end is Melchi, whose son was Heli the father of Joseph. For Joseph was the son of Hell, the son of Melchi.

THE EPISTLES OF CYPRIAN
We have received your letter, beloved brother, which is abundantly sensible, and full of honesty and faith. Nor do we wonder that, skilled and exercised as you are in the Scriptures of the Lord, you do everything discreetly and wisely. lyon have judged quite correctly about granting peace to our brethren, which they, by true penitence and by the glory of a confession of the Lord, have restored to themselves, being justified by their words, by which before they had condemned themselves.

THE EPITOME OF THE DIVINE INSTITUTES
But respecting the king and father of all these, Jupiter, whom they believe to possess the chief power in heaven,-what power [3] had he, who banished his father Saturnus from his kingdom, and pursued him with arms when he fled? What self-restraint had he, who indulged every kind of lust? For he made Alemena and Leda, the wives of great men, infamous through his adultery: he also, captivated with the beauty of a boy, carried him off with violence as he was hunting and meditating manly things, that he might treat him as a woman. Why should I mention his debaucheries of virgins?

THE EVERLASTING MAN--G.K. Chesterton
Men are moved in these things by something far higher and holier than policy; by hatred. When men hung on in the darkest days of the Great War, suffering either in their bodies or in their souls for those they loved, they were long past caring about details of diplomatic objects as motives for their refusal to surrender. Of myself and those I knew best I can answer for the vision that made surrender impossible. It was the vision of the German Emperor's face as he rode into Paris.

The Evil Shepherd
"I have seen a spook," Francis rejoined, with almost passionate seriousness, "a spook who lifted an invisible curtain with invisible fingers, and pointed to such a drama of horrors as De Quincey, Poe and Sue combined could never have imagined. Oliver Hilditch was guilty, Andrew. He murdered the man Jordan-murdered him in cold blood."

The Evolution of an Empire--Mary Parmele
The question of Elizabeth's legitimacy was an ever recurring one, and afforded a rallying point for malcontents, who asserted that her mother's marriage with Henry VIII. was invalidated by the refusal of the Pope to sanction the divorce. Mary Stuart, who stood next to Elizabeth in the succession, formed a centre from which a network of intrigue and conspiracy was always menacing the Queen's peace, if not her life, and her crown.

The Evolution of Expression Vol. I--Charles Wesley Emerson
Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride,/ And e'en his failings leaned to virtue's side;/ But in his duty prompt at every call,/ He watched and wept, he prayed and felt for all;/ And, as a bird each fond endearment tries,

The Experiences of a Bandmaster--John Philip Sousa
This placed me in a predicament, as I did not wish the President to believe that the band was not at all times able to respond to his wishes. Fortunately, one of the bandmen remembered the melody and played it over softly to me on his cornet in a corner. I hastily wrote out several parts for the leading instruments, and told the rest of the band to vamp in the key of E flat. Then we played the "Cachuca" to the entire satisfaction of Mr. Arthur, who came again to the door and said: "There, I knew you could play it."

The Exploits of Elaine
Clutching Hand was now spraying the rug close to the dressing table of Elaine and was standing near the mirror. He stooped down to examine the rug. Then, as he raised his head, he happened to look into the mirror. In it he could see the full reflection of Michael behind him, gazing into the room.

THE EXTANT FRAGMENTS OF THE FIVE BOOKS OF THE CHRONOGRAPHY
2. The most famous exile that befell the Hebrews, then-to wit, when they were led captive by Nabuchodonosor king of Babylon-lasted 70 years, as Jeremias had prophesied. Berosus the Babylonian, moreover, makes mention of Nabuchodonosor. And after the 70 years of captivity, Cyrus became king of the Persians at the time of the 55th Olympiad, as may be ascertained from the Bibliothecoe of Diodorus and the histories of Thallus and Castor, and also from Polybius and Phlegon, and others besides these, who have made the Olympiads a subject of study.

THE EXTANT WORKS AND FRAGMENTS OF HIPPOLYTUS.
And, moreover, the ark made of imperishable wood was the Saviour Himself. For by this was signified the imperishable and incorruptible tabernacle of (the Lord) Himself, which gendered no corruption of sin. For the sinner, indeed, makes this confession: "My wounds stank, and were corrupt, because of my foolishness."(5)

THE EXTANT WRITINGS OF ASTERIUS URBANUS
And those few who were thus deluded were Phrygians. But the same arrogant spirit taught them to revile the Church universal under heaven, because that false spirit of prophecy found neither honour from it nor entrance into it. For when the faithful throughout Asia met together often and in many places of Asia for deliberation on this subject, and subjected those novel doctrines to examination, and declared them to be spurious, and rejected them as heretical, they were in consequence of that expelled from the Church and debarred from communion

The Extra Day--Algernon Blackwood
"From the top of its tree," resumed the figure triumphantly, "the squirrel had seen what was happening, and made its great discovery. It realised why the ground was wetter and wetter every day, and also why the island was small and growing smaller. For it understood the awful fact that-the sea was rising! A little longer and the entire island would be under water, and everybody on it would be drowned!" "Couldn't none of them swim or anything?" asked Judy with keen anxiety.

The Extraordinary Adventures of Arsene Lupin, Gentleman-Burglar
"A bluff! Some of my friends secured that old unused van and wished to make the attempt. But I considered it impractical without the concurrence of a number of unusual circumstances. However, I found it useful to carry out that attempted escape and give it the widest publicity. An audaciously planned escape, though not completed, gave to the succeeding one the character of reality simply by anticipation."

The Eye of Zeitoon
The gut of the pass rose toward Zeitoon at a sharp incline-a ramp of slippery wet clay, half a mile long, reaching across from buttress to buttress of the impregnable hills. It was more than a ridden mule could do to keep its feet on the slope, and we had to dismount. It was almost as much as we ourselves could do to make progress with the aid of sticks, and we knew at last what Kagig had meant by his boast that nothing on wheels could approach his mountain home. The poor wretches who had struggled so far with us simply gave up hope and sat down, proposing to die there.

The Face--Lennox Robinson
The snow had ceased to fall, the sky was clearing, a few stars shone out and the lake lay black at his feet. Something- old habit perhaps-made him fall on his knees and peer over, and there in the pool below he saw the face. It was there just as it had always been with closed eyes and floating hair.

The Fair Haven
This particular design may appear sometimes, but not always, nor often. Thus I think that the particular design which St. Matthew had in view whilst he was writing the history of the Resurrection, was to attest the faithful performance of Christ's promise to his disciples to go before them into Galilee; because he alone, except Mark, who seems to have taken it from him, has recorded this promise, and he alone has confined his narrative to that single appearance to the disciples which fulfilled it. It was the preconcerted, the great and most public manifestation of our Lord's person.

The Fairy-Land of Science--Arabella B. Buckley
When the dreary days of winter and the early damp days of spring are passing away, and the warm bright sunshine has begun to pour down upon the grassy paths of the wood, who does not love to go out and bring home posies of violets, and bluebells, and primroses? We wander from one plant to another picking a flower here and a bud there, as they nestle among the green leaves, and we make our rooms sweet and gay with the tender and lovely blossoms. But tell me, did you ever stop to think, as you added flower after flower to your nosegay, how the plants which bear them have been building up their green leaves and their fragile buds during the last few weeks?

The Faithful Amulet--W. C. Morrow
The Malay leaped forward with ample ability to outstrip all his pursuers, but just as he arrived in front of a large swimming establishment a bullet from a policeman's pistol brought him to his knees. The crowd quickly pressed around him. The criminal staggered to his feet, made a fierce dash at a man who stood in his way, and sank a good knife into his body.

The Falcon and The Little Dog
ENAMOURED of the belle, his lands he sold;/ The family estates were turned to gold;/ And many who the purchases had made,/ With pelf accumulated by their trade,/ Assumed the airs of men of noble birth:-/ Fair subjects oft for ridicule and mirth!

The Famous Missions of California--William Henry Hudson
The missions which thus represented a slight and temporary revival of the old spirit of enterprise, were those of San Rafael Arcángel and San Francisco Solano. The former, located near Mount Tamalpais, between San Francisco de Assis and the Russian military station at Fort Ross, dates from the 17th December, 1817; the latter, situated still further north, in the Sonoma Valley, from the 4th July, 1823. Some little uncertainty exists as to the true reasons and purposes of their foundation.

The Fat and the Thin
The deep-lying forests of seaweed, in which the mysterious life of the ocean slumbers, seemed at one haul of the nets to have yielded up all they contained. There were cod, keeling, whiting, flounders, plaice, dabs, and other sorts of common fish of a dingy grey with whitish splotches; there were conger-eels, huge serpent-like creatures, with small black eyes and muddy, bluish skins, so slimy that they still seemed to be gliding along, yet alive.

The Festival--H. P. Lovecraft
We went out into the moonless and tortuous network of that incredibly ancient town; went out as the lights in the curtained windows disappeared one by one, and the Dog Star leered at the throng of cowled, cloaked figures that poured silently from every doorway and formed monstrous processions up this street and that, past the creaking sigus and antediluvian gables, the thatched roofs and diamond-paned windows; threading precipitous lanes where decaying houses overlapped and crumbled together; gliding across open courts and churchyards where the bobbing lanthorns made eldritch drunken constellations.

The Fifth String--J. P. Sousa
He sat looking into the fire. The violin had brought back memories of the past and its dead. He mumbled, as if to the fire, ``she loved me; she loved my violin. I was a devil; my violin was a devil,'' and the shadows on the wall swayed like accusing spirits. He buried his face in his hands and cried piteously, ``I was so young; too young to know.'' He spoke as if he would conciliate the ghastly shades that moved restlessly up and down, when suddenly -``Sanders, don't be a fool!''

THE FIGHT IN THE LION'S THICKET
"Here!" said Siss. And they took the ashen stake with the meat upon it and thrust it into the ground. "Uya!" cried Siss, "behold thy portion. And Ugh-lomi we have slain. Of a truth we have slain Ugh-lomi. This day we slew Ugh-lomi, and to-morrow we will bring his body to you." And the others repeated the words.

The Fighting Governor--Charles W. Colby
But if his character were of tough fibre, there was also a chance that he might render service to his king. At times of danger the government was glad to call on him for aid. When Tracy or Denonville or Frontenac led an expedition against the Iroquois, it was fortunate that Canada could muster a cohort of men who knew woodcraft as well as the Indians. In days of peace the coureur de bois was looked on with less favour. The king liked to know where his subjects were at every hour of the day and night.

The Figure in the Carpet
Improved text, supersedes earlier version.

The Film Mystery
The heavy man was the only one of the company actually in the fabricated banquet hall itself. Clinging to him still were the grim flowing robes of the Black Terror. As though he were some old-fashioned tragedian, he was pacing up and down, hands behind his back, head bowed, eyes on the floor. More, he was mumbling to himself. It was evident, however, that it was neither a pose nor mental aberration.

THE FIRECRACKER--Arthur J. Burks
His right-hand pistol spoke and a black hole appeared in the forehead of Mike Drake, leader of this segment of the nastiest, most lethal mob in the United States, because it operated all over the United States. Drake fell forward, after a long pause, as though he were trying to make up his mind. As he fell, his trigger finger spilled bullets into the floor, purely by reflex action.

The Fireside Chats of Franklin Delano Roosevelt
We may acknowledge that our enemies have performed a brilliant feat of deception, perfectly timed and executed with great skill. It was a thoroughly dishonorable deed, but we must face the fact that modern warfare as conducted in the Nazi manner is a dirty business. We don't like it-we didn't want to get in it-but we are in it and we're going to fight it with everything we've got.

The Firm of Nucingen
Improved text, supersedes earlier version.

THE FIRST AND THE LAST. A Drama In Three Scenes
LARRY. A Polish girl. She-her father died over here when she was sixteen, and left her all alone. There was a mongrel living in the same house who married her-or pretended to. She's very pretty, Keith. He left her with a baby coming. She lost it, and nearly starved. Then another fellow took her on, and she lived with him two years, till that brute turned up again and made her go back to him. He used to beat her black and blue. He'd left her again when-I met her. She was taking anybody then.

THE FIRST APOLOGY OF JUSTIN
For we forewarn you to be on your guard, lest those demons whom we have been accusing should deceive you, and quite diver you from reading and understanding what we say. For they strive to hold you their slaves and servants; and sometimes by appearances in dreams, and sometimes by magical impositions, they subdue all who make no strong opposing effort for their own salvation. And thus do we also, since our persuasion by the Word, stand aloof from them (i.e., the demons), and follow the only unbegotten God through His Son

The First Blast of the Trumpet--John Knox
And as concerning the danger which may hereof ensue, I am not altogether so brutish and insensible, but that I have laid my account, what the finishing of the work may cost me for my own part. First, I am not ignorant how difficult and dangerous it is to speak against a common error, especially when the ambitious minds of men and women are called to the obedience of God's simple commandment. For to the most part of men, whatsoever antiquity has received appears lawful and godly.

THE FIRST EPISTLE OF CLEMENT TO THE CORINTHIANS
To these men who spent their lives in the practice of holiness, there is to be added a great multitude of the elect, who, having through envy endured many indignities and tortures, furnished. us with a most excellent example. Through envy, those women, the Danaids(18) and Dircae, being persecuted, after they had suffered terrible and unspeakable torments, finished the course of their faith with stedfastness,(19) and though weak in body, received a noble reward.

THE FIRST EPISTLE--POPE FABIAN
These men, and all else who do not teach the true doctrine, and hold not the true faith, cannot act as accusers of any true believer, because they are branded with infamy, and are cut off from the bosom of our holy mother the Church by the sword of the apostles, until their return to correct conversation and belief. Hence by apostolic authority, and in agreement with all the sons of the same apostolic and universal Church, we resolve that all who come under suspicion with respect to the Catholic faith cannot be admitted as accusers of those who hold the true creed

THE FIRST EPISTLE--Pope Pontianus
Full title: THE FIRST EPISTLE. TO FELIX SUBSCRIBONIUS ON THE HONOUR TO BE BESTOWED ON PRIESTS

THE FIRST EPISTLE. TO ALL THE BISHOPS OF SICILY.--Zephyrinus
Now patriarchs and primates, in investigating the case of an accused bishop, should not pronounce a final decision until, supported by the authority of the apostles, they find that the person either confesses himself guilty, or is proved so by witnesses trustworthy and regularly examined, who should not be fewer in number than were those disciples whom the Lord directed to be chosen for the help of the apostles-that is, seventy-two.

THE FIRST EPISTLE. TO BISHOP BENEDICTUS--Pope Callistus
Fasting, which ye have learned to hold three times in the year among us, we decree now to take place, as more suitable, in four seasons; so that even as the year revolves through four seasons, we too may keep a solemn fast quarterly in the four seasons of the year. And as we are replenished with corn, and wine, and oil for the nourishment of our bodies, so let us be replenished with fasting for the nourishment of our souls, in accordance with the word of the prophet Zechariah

THE FIRST HOMILY
by reason that God the Word from above took His abode in thee, and formed the new Adam in thy holy womb, and inasmuch as the Holy Ghost gave the power of conception to the holy virgin; and the reality of His body was assumed from her body. And just as the pearl(2) comes of the two natures, namely lightning and water, the occult signs of the sea; so also our Lord Jesus Christ proceeds, without fusion and without mutation, from the pure, and chaste, and undefiled, and holy Virgin Mary; perfect in divinity and perfect in humanity, in all things equal to the Father, and in all things consubstantial with us, apart from sin.

THE FIRST HORSEMAN
Then one memorable day a new idea came to Ugh-lomi. The horse looks down and level, but he does not look up. No animals look up - they have too much common-sense. It was only that fantastic creature, man, could waste his wits sky-ward. Ugh-lomi made no philosophical deductions, but he perceived the thing was so. So he spent a weary day in a beech that stood in the open, while Eudena stalked. Usually the horses went into the shade in the heat of the afternoon, but that day the sky was overcast, and they would not, in spite of Eudena's solicitude.

The Five Books of Youth--Robert Hillyer
This is the hour when all substantial foes/ Are exorcised and taunt the soul no more;/ Now thinner grows the veil between the shore/ Of vaster worlds and our calm garden close./ Through the small exit of the open door/ We pass, and seem to feel the eyes of those/ We knew upon us; almost we suppose/ The advent of the face we tremble for.

THE FLIGHT TO THE MOON
A dozen paces further on, however, and his heart leaped with joy. On the flat ground outside a mud hut in the distance there was actually a fowl. Stopping to peck at every step, it looked like a large pigeon. He seized his bow and fitted an arrow to it, drew it to its full extent and then let go. His shaft sped through the air like a shooting star.

The Flyers--George Barr McCutcheon
"They're discussing me, damn 'em," said the moody young man to himself. "I suppose they're pitying me. Damn cats! But I'll show 'em a thing or two they're not looking for before long." He looked at his watch for the twentieth time in an hour and scowled at the drenched window-panes across the way. For some reason this exceedingly nice- looking young man was in a state of extreme nervousness, a condition which, luckily for him, he was able to keep within himself.

The Flying Saucers are Real--Donald Keyhoe
If a leaking balloon had come down to one thousand feet at Fargo, it would either have remained at that height or kept on descending. The mystery light was observed at this altitude moving at high speed. If a Cub's outline was visible against the lighted football field, the massive shape of even a partly deflated balloon would have stood out like an elephant. Even before release, the partially inflated gas bags are almost a hundred feet tall. The crowd at the football game would certainly have seen such a monstrous shape above the glare of the floodlights, for the plastic balloons gleam brightly in any light rays. The two C.A.A. men, watching with binoculars, could not possibly have missed it.

THE FOLLIES OF LOVE--JEAN-FRANCOIS REGARD
Jenny Yes, you. I believe that these rude manners come from some spirit who is in need of prayers. And to better understand whether this angry thing was soul or body, that made this Sabbath, one evening, I took a cord with two ends firmly attached upstairs. It had the effect I hoped. So soon as all were retired to sleep, I waited in person without noise or light, on guard in a corner. I wasn't long waiting. So pitty-pat down the spirit came, noisily tumbling over the cord. He measured the stairs with his nose.

The Fool Errant--Maurice Hewlett
I never credited her with more than charity towards myself; and if I gloried in the fact that I was privileged to love so wondrous a being, the thought humiliated me at the same time. I was conscious of my nothingness before her worthiness, and desperate to fit myself for her high society. A noble rage for excellence possessed me; like any champion or knight of old I strove to approve my manhood, only that I might lay the spoils of it at her sacred feet.

The Forest Sanctuary and Other Poems--Felicia Dorothea Browne Hemans
THE voices of my home!-I hear them still!/ They have been with me through the dreamy night-/ The blessed household voices, wont to fill/ My heart's clear depths with unalloy'd delight!/ I hear them still, unchang'd:-though some from earth/ Are music parted, and the tones of mirth-/

The Fortune of the Rougons
She made no reply; but he realised that she was staggering. He thereupon handed the flag to one of the other insurgents and quitted the ranks, almost carrying the girl in his arms. She struggled a little, she felt so distressed at appearing such a child. But he calmed her, telling her that he knew of a cross-road which shortened the distance by one half. They would be able to take a good hour's rest and reach Orcheres at the same time as the others.

The Fortunes of Nigel
"Were you lauding the taste of my embroidery, Maister Maxwell?" answered the knight, who apparently interpreted the deputy- chamberlain's meaning rather from his action than his words;-"it is of an ancient and liberal pattern, having been made by your mother's father, auld James Stitchell, a master-fashioner of honest repute, in Merlin's Wynd, whom I made a point to employ, as I am now happy to remember, seeing your father thought fit to intermarry with sic a person's daughter."

The Foundations of Personality--Abraham Myerson
Courage is one of these systems. It is not merely the absence of fear that constitutes courage, though we interchange "fearless" with "courageous." Frequently it is the conquest of fear by the man himself that leads him to the highest courage. There is a type of courage based on the lack of imagination, the inability to see ahead the disaster that lurks around every corner. There is another type of courage based on the philosophy that to lose control of oneself is the greatest disaster. There are the nobly proud, whose conception of "ought," of "noblesse oblige," makes them the real aristocrats of the race.

THE FOUNDATIONS. (AN EXTRAVAGANT PLAY)
LADY W. Well, thank heaven there's no "front" to a revolution. You and I can go to glory together this time. Compact! Anything that's on, I'm to abate in.

THE FOURTH HOMILY
When I baptize others, I baptize into Thy name, in order that they may believe on Thee, who comest with glory; but when I baptize Thee, of whom shall I make mention? and into whose name shall I baptize Thee? Into that of the Father? But Thou hast the Father altogether in Thyself, and Thou art altogether in the Father. Or into that of the Son? But beside Thee there is no other Son of God by nature. Or into that of the Holy Spirit?

The Freelands
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The Fugitive
CLARE. I have to find a new room anyway. I'm changing-to be safe. [She takes a luggage ticket from her glove] I took my things to Charing Cross-only a bag and one trunk. [Then, with that queer expression on her face which prefaces her desperations] You don't want me now, I suppose.

The Further Adventures of Robinson Crusoe
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The Gardener--E. F. Benson
A gleam of strong moonlight between my drawn curtains when I went up to bed that night led me to look out. My room faced the garden and the fields which I had traversed that afternoon, and all was vividly illuminated by the full moon. The thatched cottage with its white walls close by the stream was very distinct, and once more, I suppose, the reflection of the light on the glass of one of its windows made it appear that the room was lit within. It struck me as odd that twice that day this illusion should have been presented to me, but now a yet odder thing happened.

The Garland of Good Will--Thomas Deloney
Young was I loued;/ No affection moued/ My heart or mind to giue or yeeld/ to their consenting./ My Parents thinking richly for to wed me,/ Forcing me to that which caused/ my repenting.

The Gathering of Brother Hilarius--Michael Fairless
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The Generous Gambler--Charles Pierre Baudelaire
He complained in no way of the evil reputation under which he lived, indeed, all over the.world, and he assured me that he himself was of all living beings the most interested in the destruction of Superstition, and he avowed to me that he had been afraid, relatively as to his proper power, once only, and that was on the day when he had heard a preacher, more subtle than the rest of the human herd, cry in his pulpit

The Gentle Shepherd, a Scotch Pastoral--Allan Ramsay
ROGER./I'm born, O Patie, to an adverse fate!/ I'm born to strive with hardships sad and great./ Tempests may cease to dash the rolling flood,/ The rav'n and fox to long for lambkin's blood:/ But I, opprest with never-ending grief,/ Must still despair of lighting on relief./

THE GENUINE ACTS OF PETER--Peter, Bishop of Alexandria
Oh, the horrible wickedness! So great was their impiety that they even upturned from their foundations the sanctuaries of divine worship, and burned the sacred books in the fire. Diocletian of execrable memory having died, Constantinus Major was elected to administer the kingdom, and in the western parts began to hold the reins of government.

The George Sand-Gustave Flaubert Letters
M. Flobaire, You must be a truly dirty oaf to have taken my name and written a letter with it to a lady who had some favors for me which you doubtless received in my place and inherited my hat in place of which I have received yours which you left there. It is the lowness of that lady's conduct and of yours that make me think that she lacks education entirely and all those sentiments which she ought to understand.

The Ghost at Massingham Mansions
"Then the light went out. While my hand was within an inch of the handle the light went out, as clean as if I had been watched all along and the thing timed. It went out all at once, without any warning and without the slightest sound from the beastly room beyond. And then it was as black as hell in the passage and something seemed to be going to happen."

The Ghost at the "Blue Dragon"--William J. Wintle
But, whoever the intruder might be, he had no right in that room; and the Professor entered with the full intention of telling him so in unmistakable terms. He went in with a frown on his brow; but this changed at once to a stare of astonishment. The room was empty. But apparently somebody had recently been there, for the very book he had come for had been thrown into the fireplace! And his pet cigar case was lying beside it!

The Ghost Club: An Unfortunate Episode in the Life of No. 5010--John Kendrick Bangs
"I didn't say impossible," he answered, with a grateful smile. "I said against the rules, but we has been known to make exceptions. I think I can fix you up.".Suffice it to say that he did "fix me up," and that two hours later 5010 and I sat down together in the cell of the former, a not too commodious stall, and had a pleasant chat, in the course of which he told me the story of his life, which, as I had surmised, was to me, at least, exceedingly interesting, and easily worth twice the amount of my contribution to the pension fund under the management of my guide of the morning.

The Ghost Ship--Richard Middleton
It was all painted black and covered with carvings, and there was a great bay window in the stern for all the world like the squire's drawing room. There was a crowd of little black cannon on deck and looking out of her portholes, and she was anchored at each end to the hard ground. I have seen the wonders of the world on picture postcards, but I have never seen anything to equal that.

The Ghost--William D. O'Conner
With a start, he put his gloved hand to his forehead, while the vexed look went out quickly on his face. The ghost watched him breathlessly. But the irritated expression came back to his countenance more resolutely than before, and he began to fumble in his pocket for a latchkey, muttering petulantly, "What the devil is the matter with me now!"

The Ghostly Rental--Henry James
For several days, I thought repeatedly of this little adventure, but I took some satisfaction in keeping it to myself. If the house was not haunted, it was useless to expose my imaginative whims, and if it was, it was agreeable to drain the cup of horror without assistance. I determined, of course, to pass that way again; and a week later-it was the last day of the year-I retraced my steps.

The Ghosts at Grantley--Leonard Kip
This came about in the following October. I had been engaged as third counsel in the great case of Charity-boy v. Church-warden, for assault. Churchwarden had boxed the ears of Charity-boy for playing marbles on a tombstone; but unfortunately had not succeeded in catching him to do so until they were over the boundary-line of the graveyard. Upon this defect, want of jurisdiction as to place was alleged, and action brought. The suit had been running nearly five years, and therefore could now reasonably be moved for trial.

The Ghosts--Robert Green Ingersoll
For thousands of years it was believed that ghosts, good and bad, benevolent and malignant, weak and powerful, in some mysterious way, produced all phenomena; that disease and health, happiness and misery, fortune and misfortune, peace and war, life and death, success and failure, were but arrows from the quivers of these ghosts; that shadowy phantoms rewarded and punished mankind; that they were pleased and displeased by the actions of men; that they sent and withheld the snow, the light, and the rain; that they blessed the earth with harvests or cursed it with famine; that they fed or starved the children of men;

The Gilded Age, Illustrated, Volume 1.
At night the boat forged on through the deep solitudes of the river, hardly ever discovering a light to testify to a human presence-mile after mile and league after league the vast bends were guarded by unbroken walls of forest that had never been disturbed by the voice or the foot-fall of man or felt the edge of his sacrilegious axe.

The Gilded Age, Illustrated, Volume 2.
The sight-seers returned in high spirits from the city. Was there any building in Greece to compare with Girard College, was there ever such a magnificent pile of stone devised for the shelter of poor orphans? Think of the stone shingles of the roof eight inches thick! Ruth asked the enthusiasts if they would like to live in such a sounding mausoleum, with its great halls and echoing rooms, and no comfortable place in it for the accommodation of any body? If they were orphans, would they like to be brought up in a Grecian temple?

The Gilded Age, Illustrated, Volume 3
Neither at home nor elsewhere did Ruth utter any complaint, or admit any weariness or doubt of her ability to pursue the path she had marked out for herself. But her mother saw clearly enough her struggle with infirmity, and was not deceived by either her gaiety or by the cheerful composure which she carried into all the ordinary duties that fell to her. She saw plainly enough that Ruth needed an entire change of scene and of occupation, and perhaps she believed that such a change, with the knowledge of the world it would bring, would divert Ruth from a course for which she felt she was physically entirely unfitted.

The Gilded Age, Illustrated, Volume 4.
"Bless me!" said the Colonel. "I have about made up my mind to go there myself. You see we've got to get another appropriation through, and the Company want me to come east and put it through Congress. Harry's there, and he'll do what he can, of course; and Harry's a good fellow and always does the very best he knows how, but then he's young-rather young for some parts of such work, you know-and besides he talks too much, talks a good deal too much; and sometimes he appears to be a little bit visionary, too,

The Gilded Age, Illustrated, Volume 5.
"Some say that you've lost your head about him; others that you don't care any more for him than you do for a dozen others, but that he is completely fascinated with you and about to desert his wife; and others say it is nonsense to suppose you would entangle yourself with a married man, and that your intimacy only arises from the matter of the cotton, claims, for which he wants your influence with Dilworthy. But you know everybody is talked about more or less in Washington. I shouldn't care; but I wish you wouldn't have so much to do with Selby, Laura," continued Harry, fancying that he was now upon such terms that his, advice, would be heeded.

The Gilded Age, Illustrated, Volume 6.
If Henry Brierly had been blown up on the first Mississippi steamboat he set foot on, as the chances were that he would be, he and Col. Sellers never would have gone into the Columbus Navigation scheme, and probably never into the East Tennessee Land scheme, and he would not now be detained in New York from very important business operations on the Pacific coast, for the sole purpose of giving evidence to convict of murder the only woman he ever loved half as much as he loves himself.

The Gilded Age, Illustrated, Volume 7.
Mr. Noble continued. He said that his party would cast him out if he voted for Mr, Dilworthy; Dilwortby said that that would inure to his benefit because he would then be a recognized friend of his (Dilworthy's) and he could consistently exalt him politically and make his fortune; Noble said he was poor, and it was hard to tempt him so; Dilworthy said he would fix that; he said, "Tell, me what you want, and say you will vote for me;" Noble could not say; Dilworthy said "I will give you $5,000."

The Girl Scout Pioneers--Lillian C Garis
That a girl scout should rob cripples! And that a clue should lead back to Flosston, inferring the culprit might belong in that town! Instantly Rose knew the mystery meant Tessie, and that the purloined badge had served as her scout credential!

The Given Case
"You're already there - I say, come!" the young man had it on his tongue's end to reply. But he stopped himself in time, and felt extraordinarily delicate and discreet. "I don't say it's the easiest one in the world; but here I stand, after all - and I'm not supposed to be such an ass - ready to give her every conceivable assistance." His friend, at this, replied nothing; but he presently spoke again. "What has she invented, at Pickenham, to-day,

THE GIVING UP OF PONTIUS PILATE
And when he was brought to the city of the Romans, the Caesar, hearing that Pilate had arrived, sat in the temple of the gods, in the presence of all the senate, and with all the army, and all the multitude of his power; and he ordered Pilate to stand forward.(1) And the Caesar says to him: Why hast thou, O most impious, dared to do such things, having seen so great miracles in that man? By daring to do an evil deed, thou hast destroyed the whole world.

The Gold of the Gods--Arthur Reeve
"Yes," replied Lockwood, without hesitation, though with a glance at the averted head of Inez, and choosing his words very carefully, as if trying hard not to say more than she could bear. "Yes. I came up here to report on some financial matters which interested both of us, very late, perhaps after midnight. I was about to press the buzzer on the door when I saw that the door was slightly ajar. I opened it and found lights still burning. The rest I think you must already know."

THE GOLDEN GOBLIN--A play by Frank J. Morlock
GOBLIN: You expect me to believe you'd rather have a woman made of flesh and blood rather than all this gold?

The Golden Lion of Granpere
This also he told himself a dozen times. But, nevertheless, there was a very agony of remorse, a weight of repentance, in that he had not striven to make sure of his prize when he had been at Granpere before the marriage was settled. Had she loved him as she ought to have loved him, had she loved him as he loved her, there should have been no question possible to her of marriage with another man. But still he repented, in that he had lost that which he desired, and might perhaps have then obtained it for himself.

The Golden Man
Monk put in a growled warning. "There's several things this golden wizard of yours better clear up. There's the mystery of who got me and Ham locked up in a South American jail. There's the question of how Captain Kirman was murdered. And there's more about Ruth Dorman and Elva Boone." Monk scowled. "How would you like for us to run you and your cult into jail?"

The Gospel of John for Readers--Lightheart
Six days before the passover, Jesus came to Bethany where He had raised Lazarus from the dead. There they made Him a supper. Martha served. Lazarus was one of those who sat at the table with Him. Then Mary took a pound of very costly ointment of spikenard and anointed the feet of Jesus and wiped His feet with her hair. The house was filled with the fragrance of the ointment.

The Great Big Treasury of Beatrix Potter Stories
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The Great Boer War--Arthur Conan Doyle
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The Great Condition
He did at last fix a day, none the less, and went down; but there, on the spot, his imagination was, to his surprise, freshly excited by the very fact that there were no apparent signs of a drama. It was as if he could see, after all, even face to face with her, what had stirred within the man she had for a time only imperfectly subdued. Why should she have tried to be so simple - too simple? She overdid it, she ignored too much.

The Great Doctrines of the Bible--Rev. William Evans
Reconciliation has two sides; active and passive. In the active sense we may look upon Christ's death as removing the enmity existing between God and man, and which had hitherto been a barrier to fellowship (see the above quoted texts). This state of existing enmity is set forth in such scriptures as Rom. 8:7-"Because the carnal mind is enmity against God." Also Eph. 2:15; Jas. 4:4. In the passive sense of the word it may indicate the change of attitude on the part of man toward God, this change being wrought in the heart of man by a vision of the Cross of Christ; a change from enmity to friendship thus taking place, cf. 2 Cor. 5:20.

The Great Fortress--William Wood
The preliminary isolation of Louisbourg was a particularly effective stroke of naval strategy. Even before 1758 began the first French fleet that left for Louisbourg had been shadowed from Toulon and had been shut up in Cartagena. A second French fleet was then sent to help the first one out. But it was attacked on the way and totally defeated. In April the first fleet made another attempt to sail; but it was chased into Rochefort by Hawke and put out of action for the rest of the campaign.

The Great Impersonation--E. Phillips Oppenheim
"Von Ragastein," he said, "my decree of banishment against you was a just one. The morals of my people are as sacred to me as my oath to win for them a mightier empire. You first of all betrayed the wife of one of the most influential noblemen of a State allied to my own, and then, in the duel that followed, you slew him."

The Great Return--Arthur Machen
They were purged as if they had passed through the Furnace of the Sages governed with Wisdom that the alchemists know. They spoke without much difficulty of what they had seen, or had seemed to see, with their eyes, but hardly at all of what their hearts had known when for a moment the glory of the fiery rose had been about them.

The Great Salt Trail--Colonel Henry Inman
He must necessarily fast when engaged in this duty, and when he was ready to make his appearance on the prairie the warriors all followed him, hiding themselves behind the temporary fence that bounded the pis-kun. He then dressed himself in a bonnet which was made of the head of a buffalo, and with a robe of the same animal thrown around him slowly approached the peacefully grazing herd.

The Great Staircase at Landover Hall--Frank R. Stockton
The great clock on the landing-place began to strike, and I counted stroke after stroke; when there were twelve I turned to see whether I had made a mistake, and if it were now really Christmas day. But before my eyes had reached the face of the clock I saw that I was mistaken in supposing myself alone. At the top of the broad flight of stairs there stood a lady.

The Great Stone of Sardis--Frank R. Stockton
Now succeeded a period of intense excitement, such as was perhaps never before known in an assembly of scientific people. One by one, each person was led by Clewe inside the screen and shown the magical shaft of light. Each received the revelation according to his nature. Some were dumfounded and knew not what to think, others suspected all sorts of tricks, especially with the telescopes, but a well-known optician, who by Clewe's request had brought a telescope of his own, quickly disproved all suspicions of this kind. Many could not help doubting what they had seen, but it was impossible for them to formulate their doubts, with that wonderful shaft of light still present to their mental visions.

The Great War Syndicate
The armament for each of the large vessels, as has been said before, consisted of a single gun of long range, and the ammunition was confined entirely to a new style of projectile, which had never yet been used in warfare. The material and construction of this projectile were known only to three members of the Syndicate, who had invented and perfected it, and it was on account of their possession of this secret that they had been invited to join that body.

THE GREEN CARNATION
Note: Adapted by Frank J. Morlock From the novel by Robert Hichens

THE GREEN EAGLE
"To make a long story short," he continued, "old Pilatus Casey didn't tell Doc a lot. He called over the telephone. But Doc became interested. The thing was goofy-the part about a green eagle puzzle, particularly-but there was undeniable terror in old Pilatus Casey's voice. The old fellow was scared. And Doc had nothing very pressing on hand at the moment, so he went to Wyoming."

THE GREEN HOODS
His plunge had actually been three drops; not one. Each was a matter of eight feet, insufficient to cripple The Shadow, particularly since he had instinctively fought to break the successive plunges. Only the last stage of the drop, with its stony finish, had given The Shadow a jar; and he had rallied from that shock.

The Grey Brethren and Other Fragments in Prose and Verse--Michael Fairless
The leaves fall softly: a wind of sighs/ Whispers the world's infirmities,/ Whispers the tale of the waning years,/ While slow mists gather in shrouding tears/ On All Souls' Day; and the bells are slow/ In steeple and tower. Sad folk go/

The Greylock--Georg Ebers
The knight was no antiquary, but as he looked about him his curiosity was excited: "What can have happened here?" he said, and his squire wondered also, and followed his master. The latter led his horse to the edge of the water to let him drink, for though he had seen many watercourses in the land, he had found nothing in them save stones, and boulders, and sand.

The Guest of Quesnay
When she had spoken she rose, advanced a step, and stood looking out over the valley again, her skirts pressing the balustrade. One of the moments in my life when I have wished to be a figure painter came then, as she raised her arms, the sleeves, of some filmy texture, falling back from them with the gesture, and clasped her hands lightly behind her neck, the graceful angle of her chin uplifted to the full rain of moonshine.

The Guns of Shiloh--Joseph A. Altsheler
He found that the walking, besides keeping him warmer, took all the stiffness out of his muscles, and he continued on foot several miles. He passed two brooks and a creek, all frozen over so solidly that the horse passed on them without breaking the ice. It was an extremely difficult task to make the animal try the ice, but after much delicate coaxing and urging he always succeeded.

THE HAMPDENSHIRE WONDER--J. D. BERESFORD
First, and still among the best written, tale of a child with superhuman intellect. Published in 1911.

The Han Koong Tsu, or Autumn of the Palace of Han
Princess. Thus was I, in spite of the treachery of Maouyenshow, who disfigured my portrait, seen and exalted by his Majesty; but the traitor presented a truer likeness to the Tartar king, who comes at the head of an army to demand me, with a threat of seizing the country. There is no remedy-I must be yielded up to propitiate the invaders! How shall I bear the rigors-the winds and frosts of that foreign land! It has been said of old that "surpassing beauty is often coupled with an unhappy fate." Let me grieve, then, without entertaining fruitless resentment at the effects of my own attractions.

The Hand in the Dark and Other Poems--Ada Cambridge
On, on, transfixed and swooning, without check,/ To the lee shore of that bedazzling wall,/ Until they strike, and break in utter wreck, And founder all./

THE HAND OF THE MANDARIN QUONG
His chambers were ornately furnished; indeed, the room in which we sat more closely resembled a scene from an Oscar Asche production than a normal man's study. There was something unreal about it all. I have since thought that this unreality extended to the person of the man himself. Grossly material, he yet possessed an aura of mystery, mystery of an unsavoury sort. There was something furtive, secretive, about Adderley's entire mode of life.

The Happy Children--Arthur Machen
They were all in white, but some of them had strange marks upon them which, I supposed, were of significance in this fragment of some traditional mystery-play that I was beholding. Many of them had wreaths of dripping seaweed about their brows; one showed a painted scar on her throat; a tiny boy held open his white robe, and pointed to a dreadful wound above his heart, from which the blood seemed to flow

The Haunted House--John C. Whittier
"Of a witch!" shrieked Alice, in a voice so loud and shrill that it even startled the practiced ear of Gilbert. "'Tis well-I will not be stigmatised as a witch with impunity. That haughty Scotchman and his impudent brat of a daughter shall learn that Alice Knight is not to be insulted in this manner! Gilbert, you shall marry her, or she shall die accursed!"

The Haunted Man and the Ghost's Bargain--Charles Dickens
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The Haunted Mill--Jerome K. Jerome
'Oh, I see what he means now,' said my brother-in-law to himself; 'it's under the floor. Why did the old idiot go and stand up against the stove, so as to make me think it was up the chimney?'.They spent the next day in taking up the kitchen floor; but the only thing they found was a three-pronged fork, and the handle of that was broken.

The Haunted Organist of Hurly Burly--Rosa Mulholland
There were tears and sobs in the dusk, moonlit room into which Margaret Calderwood carried her friend. There was a long consultation, and then Margaret, having hushed away the grieving woman into some quiet corner, came forth to look for the little dark-faced stranger, who had arrived, so unwelcome, from beyond the seas, with such wild communication from the dead.

The Haunted Valley--Ambrose Bierce
If I saw nothing- and I never did see anything-there was no feeling of disappointment, for I knew the disclosure was merely withheld temporarily for some good reason which I had no right to question. That I should one day be taken into full confidence I no more doubted than I doubted the existence of Jo. Dunfer himself, through whose premises the ravine ran.

The Hawaiian Archipelago--Isabella L. Bird
You will remember that I wrote from Kilauea regarding the terror which the Goddess of the Crater inspired, and her high-priest was necessarily a very awful personage. The particular high-priest of whom Mr. Coan told me was six feet five inches in height, and his sister, who was co-ordinate with him in authority, had a scarcely inferior altitude. His chief business was to keep Pélé appeased. He lived on the shore, but often went up to Kilauea with sacrifices. If a human victim were needed, he had only to point to a native, and the unfortunate wretch was at once strangled.

THE HEADLESS MEN
A SEDAN was moving slowly along the upper-level speedway as Doc Savage's dirigible fell the remaining distance in flaming shreds. A man grinned broadly beneath a mask he wore. That all life aboard that ship had been extinguished, there was no longer any question.

The Headsman; or, The Abbaye des Vignerons, Volume 1
The blood rushed in a torrent to the face of Adelheid, for though, weeping and in the moment of tender confidence which succeeded her thanks-givings for the baron's safety, she had thrown herself on his bosom, and confessed that the hopelessness of the sentiments with which she met the declared love of Sigismund was the true cause of the apparent malady that had so much alarmed her friends, the words which had flowed spontaneously from her heart, in so tender a scene

The Headsman; or, The Abbaye des Vignerons, Volume 2
But even the time consumed in this short conference had sensibly altered the condition of things for the worse. The wind, which had no fixed direction, being a furious current of the upper air diverted from its true course by encountering the ragged peaks and ravines of the Alps, was now whirling around them in eddies, now aiding their ascent by seeming to puch against their backs, and then returning in their faces with a violence that actually rendered advance impossible.

The Heart of Rome--Francis Marion Crawford
There was room to pass this danger, however, and they had since laid a couple of stout boards over it, weighted with stones to keep them in place. Beyond, the passage rose till it was high enough for a man to walk upright. Judging from the elevation now reached this passage was hollowed in the thickness of one of the main walls of the palace, and it was clear that the water could not reach it. A few yards from the chasm, it inclined quickly downwards, and at the end there were half a dozen steps, which evidently descended to a greater depth than the floor of the first outer chamber.

The Heart Of The Hills
"Jason," called Burnham again, for he knew what the boy meant, and the lad tossed knife and scabbard over the heads of the crowd to the grass, and slid down the pole. And in the fight that followed, the mountain boy fought with a calm, half-smiling ferocity that made the wavering freshmen instinctively surge behind him as a leader, and the onlooking foot-ball coach quickly mark him for his own.

The Heather on Fire--Mathilde Blind
And this the bourne where Michael must be gone-/ Through here the crested portal leads alone/ Down the tall avenue, whose furrowed trees/ Have weathered the same tale of centuries/ As the square tower and lofty parapet/ Of the grim castle, which, as black as jet,

The Heir of Mondolfo
She did not hear Ludovico enter, or, at least, she made no sign that indicated that she was conscious of it. The sick person murmured; as she bent her head down to catch the sound, she replied, in an accent of despair:

The Herd Boy and His Hermit
To think of being left to the society of the sheep, of dumb Piers and his peasant parents was dreariness in the extreme to one who had begun to know something like conversation, and to have his countless questions answered, or at any rate attended to. Add to this, he had a deep personal love and reverence for his saint, long before the knowing him as his persecuted King, and thus his sorrow might well be profound, as well as rendered more acute by the terror lest his even unconscious description to his mother might have been treason!

The Hermit and Other
OUR anchorite, in begging through the place;/ This girl beheld,-but not with eyes of grace./ Said he, she'll do, and, if thou manag'st right,/ Lucius, at times, with her to pass the night./ No time he lost, his wishes to secure:/ The means, we may suppose, not over pure.

The Heroes--Charles Kingsley
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The Highlanders, and Other Poems.--Anne MacVicar Grant
NOW hark! what loud, tumultuous joys resound,/ From all the echoing rocks and valleys round;/ And hear! the sage oraculous declare,/ Tis time the summer-flitting to prepare:/ The summer-flitting! youths delighted cry,/ The summer-flitting! lisping babes reply.

THE HISTORY OF DON QUIXOTE, By Cervantes, I-v1
These preliminaries settled, he did not care to put off any longer the execution of his design, urged on to it by the thought of all the world was losing by his delay, seeing what wrongs he intended to right, grievances to redress, injustices to repair, abuses to remove, and duties to discharge. So, without giving notice of his intention to anyone, and without anybody seeing him, one morning before the dawning of the day (which was one of the hottest of the month of July)

THE HISTORY OF DON QUIXOTE, By Cervantes, I-v10
Happy and fortunate were the times when that most daring knight Don Quixote of La Mancha was sent into the world; for by reason of his having formed a resolution so honourable as that of seeking to revive and restore to the world the long-lost and almost defunct order of knight-errantry, we now enjoy in this age of ours, so poor in light entertainment, not only the charm of his veracious history, but also of the tales and episodes contained in it which are, in a measure, no less pleasing, ingenious

THE HISTORY OF DON QUIXOTE, By Cervantes, I-v2
Nor were they without cause, for a lusty farmer was flogging him with a belt and following up every blow with scoldings and commands, repeating, "Your mouth shut and your eyes open!" while the youth made answer, "I won't do it again, master mine; by God's passion I won't do it again, and I'll take more care of the flock another time."

THE HISTORY OF DON QUIXOTE, By Cervantes, I-v3
"Then to the yard with the whole of them," said the curate; "for to have the burning of Queen Pintiquiniestra, and the shepherd Darinel and his eclogues, and the bedevilled and involved discourses of his author, I would burn with them the father who begot me if he were going about in the guise of a knight-errant."

THE HISTORY OF DON QUIXOTE, By Cervantes, I-v4
Here the goatherd brought his song to an end, and though Don Quixote entreated him to sing more, Sancho had no mind that way, being more inclined for sleep than for listening to songs; so said he to his master, "Your worship will do well to settle at once where you mean to pass the night, for the labour these good men are at all day does not allow them to spend the night in singing."

THE HISTORY OF DON QUIXOTE, By Cervantes, I-v5
They then strewed upon the grave a profusion of flowers and branches, and all expressing their condolence with his friend ambrosio, took their Vivaldo and his companion did the same; and Don Quixote bade farewell to his hosts and to the travellers, who pressed him to come with them to Seville, as being such a convenient place for finding adventures

THE HISTORY OF DON QUIXOTE, By Cervantes, I-v6
On this accursed bed Don Quixote stretched himself, and the hostess and her daughter soon covered him with plasters from top to toe, while Maritornes-for that was the name of the Asturian-held the light for them, and while plastering him, the hostess, observing how full of wheals Don Quixote was in some places, remarked that this had more the look of blows than of a fall.

THE HISTORY OF DON QUIXOTE, By Cervantes, I-v7
The advice seemed good to Don Quixote, and, he leading Rocinante by the bridle and Sancho the ass by the halter, after he had packed away upon him the remains of the supper, they advanced the meadow feeling their way, for the darkness of the night made it impossible to see anything; but they had not gone two hundred paces when a loud noise of water, as if falling from great rocks, struck their ears.

THE HISTORY OF DON QUIXOTE, By Cervantes, I-v8
"Thou art a coward by nature, Sancho," said Don Quixote, "but lest thou shouldst say I am obstinate, and that I never do as thou dost advise, this once I will take thy advice, and withdraw out of reach of that fury thou so dreadest; but it must be on one condition, that never, in life or in death, thou art to say to anyone that I retired or withdrew from this danger out of fear

THE HISTORY OF DON QUIXOTE, By Cervantes, I-v9
Don Quixote took leave of the goatherd, and once more mounting Rocinante bade Sancho follow him, which he having no ass, did very discontentedly. They proceeded slowly, making their way into the most rugged part of the mountain, Sancho all the while dying to have a talk with his master, and longing for him to begin, so that there should be no breach of the injunction laid upon him; but unable to keep silence so long he said to him:

THE HOLDING UP OF LADY GLANEDALE--HERBERT JENKINS
"Although there had been a shower and the mould was wet," proceeded Malcolm Sage, "there were no marks of mud or mould on the pipe, on the window-sill, or in Lady Glanedale's bedroom, which, I understand, had purposely not been swept. A man had slid down that water-pipe; yet he had done so without so much as removing the surface dust from the paint.

The Holiday Round--A. A. Milne
The only event of importance last week was my victory over Henry by ten and eight. If you don't want to hear about that, then I shall have to pass on to you a few facts about his motor bicycle. You'd rather have the other? I thought so.

The Hollow of Her Hand--George Barr McCutcheon
Not long ago in an adjoining State a man, who had served seventeen years of a life sentence for murder, was found to be wholly innocent. What happened? A PARDON was handed to him and he walked out of prison, broken in spirit, health and purse. His small fortune had been wiped out in the futile effort to prove his innocence. He gave up seventeen years of his life and then WAS PARDONED for the sacrifice. He should have been paid for every day spent in prison. That was the very least they could have done."

The Holloway Flat Tragedy
"Some trouble or little difficulty, I suppose, umph? But first let me get your name right and have your address for reference. You can rely on this, Mr. Poleash"- the inclination of Mr. Carlyle's head and the arrest of his lifted pen were undeniably impressive-"every word you utter is strictly confidential."

The Holy War
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The Home Acre--E.P. Roe
I trust that this preliminary discussion in regard to red raspberries will prepare the way for the advice to follow, and enable the proprietor of the Home Acre to act intelligently. Sensible men do not like to be told, "You cannot do this, and must not do that"-in other words, to be met the moment they step into their gardens by the arbitrary dictum of A, B, or C.

The Home and the World--R. Tagore
I could not think of any suitable reply and so I sat down, blushing and uncomfortable, at one end of the sofa. The vision that I had of myself, as the Shakti of Womanhood, incarnate, crowning Sandip Babu simply with my presence, majestic and unashamed, failed me altogether.

The Honor of the Big Snows--James Oliver Curwood
The man straightened himself, his face turned to the open door. He heard it now! Was it the blessed angels coming for his Mélisse? He rose, a sobbing note in his throat, and went, his arms stretched out, to meet them. He had never heard a sound like that-never in all his life in this endless wilderness.

The Horror at Red Hook--H. P. Lovecraft
Circles and pentagrams loomed on every hand, and told indubitably of the strange beliefs and aspirations of those who dwelt so squalidly here. In the cellar, however, the strangest thing was found-a pile of genuine gold ingots covered carelessly with a piece of burlap, and bearing upon their shining surfaces the same weird hieroglyphics which also adorned the walls.

The Horror-Horn
On one side only, as I knew, was the mountain practicable, and that for none but the finest climbers; on the other three a succession of ledges and precipices rendered it unscalable. Two thousand feet of sheer rock form the tower; below are five hundred feet of fallen boulders, up to the edge of which grow dense woods of larch and pine.

THE HOUSE OF GOLDEN JOSS
"Now you know, Jim," said he, "why we must get aboard the Patna to-night. My wife is really too ill to travel; in fact, I shall have to carry her down to the cab, and such a proceeding in daylight would attract an enormous crowd in this neighbourhood!"

The House of Life--Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Some ladies love the jewels in Love's zone/ And gold-tipped darts he hath for painless play/ In idle scornful hours he flings away;/ And some that listen to his lure's soft tone/ Do love to deem the silver praise their own;/ Some prize his blindfold sight; and there be they/ Who kissed his wings which brought him yesterday/

The House with the Brick-Kiln--E. F. Benson
We got up and I remember seeing at that moment that the windows of my bedroom were lit; Mrs. Franklyn probably was making things ready for the night. Simultaneously, as we crossed the gravel, there came from just inside the house the sound of a hurried footstep on the stairs, and entering we found Mrs. Franklyn in the hall, looking rather white and startled.

The Iliad of Homer--Translated by Alexander Pope
Even Ajax and Achilles heard the sound,/ Whose ships, remote, the guarded navy bound,/ Thence the black fury through the Grecian throng/ With horror sounds the loud Orthian song:/ The navy shakes, and at the dire alarms/ Each bosom boils, each warrior starts to arms./ No more they sigh, inglorious to return,/ But breathe revenge, and for the combat burn./

THE ILLUMINATI IN DRAMA LIBRE--Alice Gerstenberg
HE: Curses-/ SHE: How dare you?/ HE: I denounce-/

The Imperialist--Sara Jeannette Duncan
Wallingham certainly invited them to dinner one Sunday, in a body, an occasion which gave one or two of them some anxiety until they found that it was not to be adorned by the ladies of the family. Tricorne was there, President of the Board of Trade, and Fleming, who held the purse-strings of the United Kingdom, two Ministers whom Wallingham had asked because they were supposed to have open minds-open, that is to say, for purposes of assimilation.

The Informer
X turned up in due course. My treasures are disposed in three large rooms without carpets and curtains. There is no other furniture than the étagères and the glass cases whose contents shall be worth a fortune to my heirs. I allow no fires to be lighted, for fear of accidents, and a fire-proof door separates them from the rest of the house.

The Ingenious Mr. Spinola
Carrados had already been shown the theory of the contrivance. He now followed Spinola's operations as the game proceeded. The old man picked up the twelve cards dealt to the automaton and carefully arranged them in their proper places on a square shield that was connected with the front of the figure. As each fell into its slot it registered its presence on the delicate mechanism that the figure contained.

The Inheritance of Evil--Felicia Skene
Full title: The Inheritance of Evil, Or, the Consequence of Marrying a Deceased Wife's Sister

The Inhumanity of Socialism--Edward F. Adams
The majority of Socialists would reach this end gradually, by successive steps, and with compensation to existing owners. A violent minority would reach it per saltum, by bloodshed if necessary, and by confiscation- "expropriation" they call it. All alike conduct their propaganda by endeavoring to create or accentuate the class consciousness of manual workers who constitute the majority of human beings and whose condition, it is insisted, would be improved under a Socialistic regime. The violent wing promotes not merely class consciousness but class hatred.

The Innocents Abroad
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The Innocents Abroad, Illustrated, V1
"Why, this watch. I bought her out in Illinois-gave $150 for her-and I thought she was good. And, by George, she is good onshore, but somehow she don't keep up her lick here on the water-gets seasick may be. She skips; she runs along regular enough till half-past eleven, and then, all of a sudden, she lets down. I've set that old regulator up faster and faster, till I've shoved it clear around, but it don't do any good; she just distances every watch in the ship, and clatters along in a way that's astonishing till it is noon, but them eight bells always gets in about ten minutes ahead of her anyway.

The Innocents Abroad, Illustrated, V2
At last, a forest of graceful needles, shimmering in the amber sunlight, rose slowly above the pygmy housetops, as one sometimes sees, in the far horizon, a gilded and pinnacled mass of cloud lift itself above the waste of waves, at sea,-the Cathedral! We knew it in a moment.

The Innocents Abroad, Illustrated, V3
What is there in Rome for me to see that others have not seen before me? What is there for me to touch that others have not touched? What is there for me to feel, to learn, to hear, to know, that shall thrill me before it pass to others? What can I discover?-Nothing. Nothing whatsoever. One charm of travel dies here. But if I were only a Roman! -If, added to my own I could be gifted with modern Roman sloth, modern Roman superstition, and modern Roman boundlessness of ignorance, what bewildering worlds of unsuspected wonders I would discover!

The Innocents Abroad, Illustrated, V4
We had spent the best part of half a day in the home of royalty, and had been as cheerful and comfortable all the time as we could have been in the ship. I would as soon have thought of being cheerful in Abraham's bosom as in the palace of an Emperor. I supposed that Emperors were terrible people. I thought they never did any thing but wear magnificent crowns and red velvet dressing-gowns with dabs of wool sewed on them in spots, and sit on thrones and scowl at the flunkies and the people in the parquette, and order Dukes and Duchesses off to execution.

The Innocents Abroad, Illustrated, V5
Well, out of our eight, three were selected to attend to all business connected with the expedition. The rest of us had nothing to do but look at the beautiful city of Beirout, with its bright, new houses nestled among a wilderness of green shrubbery spread abroad over an upland that sloped gently down to the sea; and also at the mountains of Lebanon that environ it; and likewise to bathe in the transparent blue water that rolled its billows about the ship (we did not know there were sharks there.) We had also to range up and down through the town and look at the costumes.

The Innocents Abroad, Illustrated, V6
We crossed a street, and came presently to the former residence of St. Veronica. When the Saviour passed there, she came out, full of womanly compassion, and spoke pitying words to him, undaunted by the hootings and the threatenings of the mob, and wiped the perspiration from his face with her handkerchief. We had heard so much of St. Veronica, and seen her picture by so many masters, that it was like meeting an old friend unexpectedly to come upon her ancient home in Jerusalem. The strangest thing about the incident that has made her name so famous, is, that when she wiped the perspiration away, the print of the Saviour's face remained upon the handkerchief, a perfect portrait, and so remains unto this day.

The Inns and Taverns of "Pickwick"--B.W. Matz
In chapter two of The Pickwick Papers we get a further glimpse of the inn, centring in a more exhilarating and epoch-making incident. The Pickwickians were to start on their memorable peregrinations from the "Golden Cross" for Rochester by the famous "Commodore" coach; and Mr. Pickwick having hired a cabriolet in the neighbourhood of his lodgings in Goswell Street arrived at the hotel in order to meet his friends for the purpose.

The Instinct of Workmanship and the Irksomeness of Labor
Yet there is a considerable body of evidence, both from cultural history and from the present-day phenomena of human life, which traverses this conventionally accepted view that makes man generically a sportsman. Obscurely but persistently, throughout the history of human culture, the great body of the people have almost everywhere, in their everyday life, been at work to turn things to human use. The proximate aim of all industrial improvement has been the better performance of some workmanlike task.

The Institutes of Justinian--translated by J.B. Moyle
Let us now examine the modes in which persons dependent on a superior become independent. How slaves are freed from the power of their masters can be gathered from what has already been said respecting their manumission. Children under paternal power become independent at the parent's death, subject, however, to the following distinction. The death of a father always releases his sons and daughters from dependence; the death of a grandfather releases his grandchildren from dependence only provided that it does not subject them to the power of their father.

THE INSTRUCTIONS OF COMMODIANUS --Minucius Felix
Full title: THE INSTRUCTIONS OF COMMODIANUS IN FAVOUR OF CHRISTIAN DISCIPLINE

The Instructor, V1
Further release from evils is the beginning of salvation. We then alone, who first have touched the confines of life, are already perfect; and we already live who are separated from death. Salvation, accordingly, is the following of Christ: "For that which is in Him is life.[1]" Verily, verily, I say unto you, He that heareth

The Instructor, V2
But if any necessity arises, commanding the presence of married women, let them be well clothed-without by raiment, within by modesty. But as for such as are unmarried, it is the extremest scandal for them to be present at a banquet of men, especially men under the influence of wine.

The Instructor, V3
And of what sort are their baths? Houses skilfully constructed, compact, portable, transparent, covered with fine linen. And gold-plated chairs, and silver ones, too, and ten thousand vessels of gold and silver, some for drinking, some for eating, some for bathing, are carried about with them.

The Invisible Girl
"A fairy one, I believe," replied the elder sailor, "yet no less a true: it burns in an old tumble-down tower, built on the top of a rock which looks over the sea. We never saw it before this summer; and now each night it is to be seen,-at least when it is looked for, for we cannot see it from our village;-and it is such an out of the way place that no one has need to go near it, except through a chance like this.

The Invisible-Box Murders
Doc came toward him. Blosser stopped fumbling for his gun, tried to square off. Doc stamped on one of his toes. Blosser's guard came down. Doc's knuckles slid just enough after they landed on his jaw to remove some skin. Blosser hit the floor like three or four sticks of loose wood.

The Iphigenia in Tauris
ORESTES./ O God, where hast thou brought me? What new snare/ Is this?-I slew my mother; I avenged/ My father at thy bidding; I have ranged/ A homeless world, hunted by shapes of pain,/ And circling trod in mine own steps again./ At last I stood once more before thy throne/

The Iron Star--John Preston True
In those days a lad was taught to shine up his armour as carefully as now he would be expected to polish his boots, and it was a pleasure to Louis to sit down with sand and buff-leather in the narrow window of the tower, and rub away at the steel until his arm ached. Then when the sunlight trickled over the mesh as brightly as it ever did, he began his scar-hunting. Then he rubbed his eyes with amazement, for scar there was none! Not a link was broken, not a dent. Only on one shoulder lay a thin shadow when the light was right, clearly the score of a swashing blow yet too shallow to be called a scar. What a wonderful thing was this!

The Iron Trail--Rex Beach
He cursed aloud and made his way down the sloping deck to the square iron door, or port, through which he had loaded them. But he found that it was jammed, or held fast by the pressure outside, and after a few moments' work in water above his knees he climbed to the starboard side. Here the entrance was obstructed by a huge pile of baled hay and grain in sacks. It would be no easy task to clear it away, and he fell to work with desperate energy, for the ship was slowly changing her level.

The Isle of Pines--Ambrose Bierce
Mr. Maren attempted some further questioning, but was unable longer to restrain the family's tongues; the story of Deluse's death and burial came out, greatly to the good minister's astonishment.

The Isle of Voices--Robert Louis Stevenson
As soon as the leaves caught, the sorcerer leaped like a deer out of the circle, and began to race along the beach like a hound that has been bathing. As he ran, he kept stooping to snatch shells; and it seemed to Keola that they glittered as he took them. The leaves blazed with a clear flame that consumed them swiftly; and presently Keola had but a handful left, and the sorcerer was far off, running and stopping.

THE ITALIAN'S DAUGHTER. A True Story of the English Poor.--Dinah Maria Craik
So the two wanderers sat down, and soon the cottage-hearth was blazing with a friendly brightness which is at the will of the poorest labourer in this plentiful land of coal. Oh, there are no such fires out of S-shire! The foreigner bent over his supper in hungry taciturnity, occasionally darting glances from his large, bright, black eyes, that seemed the more piercing from the bushy eyebrows under which they gleamed, and, in conjunction with the long, matted hair and the yellow skin, made Mrs. Sutton feel rather uncomfortable.

The Ivory Trail
"Oh, my God, no!" the Baganda answered, trembling. "Hand me over to the bwana collector! He will put me in jail. I am not afraid of British jail! It will not be for long! The English do not punish as the Germans do! You dare not assault me! You dare not torture me! You must hand me over to the bwana collector to be tried in court of law. Nothing else is permissible! I shall receive short sentence, that is all, with reprieve after two-thirds time on account of good conduct!"

The Jingo--George Randolph Chester
"You'd see anything she did," laughed the king. "But consider how foolish that idea is! A bird is twenty times stronger than a man in proportion to its size. This has been proved. Therefore, man can not fly until he becomes twenty times stronger than he now is-which is, of course, impossible."

THE JOURNAL OF GREGORY BLAXLAND, 1813
On Wednesday, the 19th, the party moved forward along this path; bearing chiefly west, and west-south-east. They now began to ascend the second ridge [Note 18] of the mountains, and from this elevation they obtained for the first time an extensive view of the settlements below. Mount Banks bore north-west; Grose Head, north-east; Prospect Hill, east by south; the Seven Hills, east-north-east; Windsor, northeast by east. At a little distance from the spot at which they began the ascent, they found a pyramidical heap of stones [Note 19], the work, evidently, of some European, one side of which the natives had opened, probably in the expectation of finding some treasure deposited in it.

THE JUDGMENT OF Martin Bucer CONCERNING DIVORCE
Some will say perhaps, Wherfore all this concerning Marriage after vow of single life, whenas the question was of Marriage after Divorce? For this reason, that they whom it so much moves, because some of the Fathers thought Marriage after any kind of Divorce, to be condemned of our Saviour, may see that this conclusion follows not. The Fathers thought all Marriage after Divorce to be forbidden of our Saviour, therfore they thought such Marriage was not to be tolerated in a Christian.

THE KEEPER'S GOLD
SO neatly did circumstances fit, that Chet's real purpose eluded The Shadow. That flash of identification that Chet had gained after Lorry's death was something that The Shadow did not suspect.

THE KEY
The waiter was apparently left handed. As his fingers still encircled the bottle, Cliff Marsland stared. Upon the third finger of the left hand, The Shadow's agent spied the flashing sparkle of a strange gem that flickered changing hues beneath the light. It was The Shadow's girasol-the strange fire-opal that was an unmatched jewel.

THE KEY OF THE TEMPLE OF HEAVEN
"The Temple of Heaven stands in the outer or Chinese City of Pekin, and is fabulously wealthy. No European, I can swear, had ever entered its secret chambers until last year. One of its most famous treasures was this Key. It was used only to open the special entrance reserved for the Emperor when he came to worship after his succession to the throne-that was, of course, before China became a Republic.

THE KING OF ROME
Note: by Charles Desnoyer and Leon Beauvallet; Translated and adapted by Frank J. Morlock

The King of the Dark Chamber--Rabindranath Tagore
Surangama. Look! There sit all the princes in the great assembly. He who has no ornament on his person, except a single garland of flowers round his crown-he is the King of Kanchi. And he who holds the umbrella over his head, standing behind him-that is Suvarna.

The King's Own
Many and various were the questions that were put by our little hero to Adams and others, relative to the fate of his parents. That they were both dead was all the information that he could obtain; for, to the honour of human nature, there was not one man in a ship's company composed of several hundred, who had the cruelty to tell the child that his father had been hanged.

The Kirk Spook--E. G. Swain
Caleb always locked himself in. A prank had once been played upon him, which had greatly wounded his dignity; and though it had been no midnight prank, he had taken care, ever since, to have the church to himself. He locked the door, therefore, as usual, on the night we speak of, and made his way to the stove. He used no candle. He opened the little iron door of the stove, and obtained sufficient light to show him the fuel he had laid in readiness; then, when he had made up his fire, he closed this door again, and left the church in darkness.

The Kneeling Christian--AN UNKNOWN CHRISTIAN
And we may approach His glory with boldness. Did not our Lord pray that His disciples might behold His glory? (John xvii. 24). Why? And why is "the whole earth full of His glory"? The telescope reveals His infinite glory. The microscope reveals His uttermost glory. Even the unaided eye sees surpassing glory in landscape, sunshine, sea and sky. What does it all mean? These things are but a partial revelation of God's glory.

The Knight's Cross Signal Problem
"My dear chap, you mustn't let your retentive memory of obscure happenings run away with you," he remarked wisely. "In nine cases out of ten the obvious explanation is the true one. The difficulty, as here, lies in proving it. Now, you would like to see these men?"

The Kybalion
Some confusion has arisen in the minds of persons considering this Principle, from the fact that they were unable to explain how one thing could cause another thing-that is, be the "creator" of the second thing. As a matter of fact, no "thing" ever causes or "creates" another "thing." Cause and Effect deals merely with "events." An "event" is that which comes, arrives or happens, as a result or consequent of some preceding event. No event "creates" another event, but is merely a preceding link in the great orderly chain of events flowing from the creative energy of THE ALL.

The Lady of La Garaye--Caroline Sheridan Norton
HOW Memory haunts us! When we fain would be/ Alone and free,/ Uninterrupted by his mournful words,/ Faint, indistinct, as are a wind-harp's chords/ Hung on a leafless tree,-/ He will not leave us: we resolve in vain/ To chase him forth-for he returns again,/ Pining incessantly!

The Lady of La Garaye--Caroline Sheridan Norton
A FIRST walk after sickness: the sweet breeze/ That murmurs welcome in the bending trees,/ When the cold shadowy foe of life departs,/ And the warm blood flows freely through our hearts:/ The smell of roses,-sound of trickling streams,/ The elastic turf cross-barred with golden gleams,/

The Lady of Shalott--ELIZABETH STUART PHELPS
If you had held her up by the window-for she could not hold up herself-she would have hung like a porcelain transparency in your hands. And if you had said, laying her gently down, and giving the tears a smart dash, that they should not fall on her lifted face, "Poor child!" the Lady of Shalott would have said, "Oh, don't" and smiled.

The Land Of Heart's Desire--William Butler Yeats
MAURTEEN. And maybe it is natural upon May Eve/ To dream of the good people. But tell me, girl,/ If you've the branch of blessed quicken wood/ That women hang upon the post of the door/ That they may send good luck into the house?/ Remember they may steal new-married brides/ After the fall of twilight on May Eve,/ Or what old women mutter at the fire/ Is but a pack of lies.

The Land of the Blue Flower
Every fair night through the King's earliest years the Ancient One carried him to the battlements and let him fall asleep beneath the shining myriads. But first he would walk about bearing him in his arms, or sit with him in the splendid silence, sometimes relating wonders to him in a low voice, sometimes uttering no word, only looking calmly into the high vault above as if the stars spoke to him and told him of perfect peace.

The Lane That Had No Turning--Gilbert Parker
"But it's little I know how many I killed, for I was killed meself that day. A Roosian sabre claved the shoulder and neck of me, an' down I wint, and over me trampled a squadron of Roosian harses, an' I stopped thinkin'. Aw, so aisy, so aisy, I slipped away out av the fight! The shriekin' and roarin' kept dwindlin' and dwindlin', and I dropped all into a foine shlape, so quiet, so aisy. An' I thought that slip av a lad from the Liffey soide was houlding me hand, and sayin' 'Mother! Mother!' and we both wint ashlape; an' the b'ys of the rigimint when Alma was over, they said to each other, the b'ys they said

The Last Chronicle of Barset
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The Last Day of Windsor Forest--Thomas Love Peacock
A still more solitary spot, which had especial charms for me, was the deep forest dell already mentioned, on the borders of Winkfield Plain. This dell, I think, had the name of the Bourne, but I always called it the Dingle. In the bottom was a watercourse, which was a stream only in times of continuous rain. Old trees clothed it on both sides to the summit, and it was a favourite resort of deer.

The Last Exploit of Harry the Actor
"If only you would not trust your dear, blundering old eyes so implicitly you would get nearer that limit yourself," retorted Carrados. "The man carried a five-yard aura of spirit gum, emphasized by a warm, perspiring skin. That inevitably suggested one thing. I looked for further evidence of making-up and found it-these preparations all smell.

The Last House in C-- Street--Dinah M. Mulock
And besides, there was nothing likely to happen. But he fidgeted a good deal, being unused to her absence in their happy wedded life. He was, like most men, glad to blame anybody but himself, and the whole day, and the next, was cross at intervals with both Edmond and me; but we bore it - and patiently.

The Last Kiss--Maurice Level
"Why lie? I remember I once saw a man whose mistress had thrown vitriol over him. His face was not human. Women turned their heads away as they passed, while he, not being able to see and so not knowing, went on talking to the people who were shrinking away from him. I must be, I am like that poet wretch, am I not? Even you who knew me as I used to be, you tremble with disgust; I can feel it. For a long time you will be haunted by the remembrance of my face . .

The Last of Squire Ennismore--Mrs. J. H. Riddell
"Well, this went on for a while, and people got that frightened of the man, or appearance of a man, they would not go near the sand; till in the end, Squire Ennismore, who had always scoffed at the talk, took it into his head he would go down one night, and see into the rights of the matter.

THE LAST OF THE RUTHVENS.--Dinah Maria Craik
Lord Gowrie turned quickly and looked at Lettice-rapturously, yet bashfully, as a youth looks at his first idol. Then he repeated his intention of departure, though in a tone less joyous than before. Lettice heard, without emotion, as it seemed, only that her two thin hands-she was a little creature, pale and slight-were pressed tightly together.

The Later Marxism
So, again, the Marxian doctrine of progressive proletarian distress, the so-called Verelendungstheorie, which stands pat on the romantic ground of the original Marxism, has fallen into abeyance, if not into disrepute, since the Darwinian conceptions have come to prevail.

The Laws of Etiquette--A Gentleman
Respectable visitors should be received and treated with the utmost courtesy. But if a tiresome fellow, after wearying all his friends, becomes weary of himself, and arrives to bestow his tediousness upon you, pull out your watch with restlessness, talk about your great occupations and the value of time. Politeness is one thing; to be made a convenience of is another.

The Lay of the Cid--R. Selden Rose and Leonard Bacon (trans)
And Martin Antolínez rode forth swiftly with the twain./ And they were glad exceeding. O'er the bridge he did not go,/ But through the stream, that never a Burgalese should know/ Through him thereof. And now behold the Campeador his tent./ When they therein had entered to kiss his hands they bent./ My lord the Cid smiled on them and unto them said he:/

The Leather Funnel--Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
"The charlatan is always the pioneer. From the astrologer came the astronomer, from the alchemist the chemist, from the mesmerist the experimental psychologist. The quack of yesterday is the professor of tomorrow. Even such subtle and elusive things as dreams will in time be reduced to system and order. When that time comes the researches of our friends on the bookshelf yonder will no longer be the amusement of the mystic, but the foundations of a science."

The Legend Of The Bell Rock--Captain Marryat
They loved not as others love, but with an intensity which it would be impossible to portray; but they hardly exchanged a word. Again and again they met; their eyes spoke, but nothing more. The bell was put on board the vessel, the money had been paid down, and M'Clise could no longer delay. He felt as if his heart-strings were severed as he tore himself away from the land where all remained that he coveted upon earth.

The Legends of San Francisco--George W. Caldwell
Would you know the mystic legend/ Of the peaks of San Francisco-/ Of the Twin Peaks standing Guardian/ Of the gay and careless city,/ Ever laughing by the gateway/ Of our Golden California?/

The Lesser Bourgeoisie
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THE LETTER OF PONTIUS PILATE
Upon Jesus Christ, whose case I had dearly set forth to thee in my last, at length by the will of the people a bitter punishment has been inflicted, myself being in a sort unwilling and rather afraid. A man, by Hercules, so pious and strict, no age has ever had nor will have. But wonderful were the efforts of the people themselves, and the unanimity of all the scribes and chief men and elders, to crucify this ambassador of truth, notwithstanding that their own prophets, and after our manner the sibyls, warned them against it

The Letters of Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, Vol.1.
I AM in good health, but always sleepy. Papa has snatched from my pen all that I had to write about, which is, that he has already written everything. Signora Gabrielli is here, and we are soon going to see her, as we wish to become acquainted with all distinguished singers.

The Liar
"No doubt he was in the vein," Sir David went on. "It's a natural peculiarity - as you might limp or stutter or be left-handed. I believe it comes and goes, like intermittent fever. My son tells me that his friends usually understand it and don't haul him up - for the sake of his wife."

The Life and Letters of Thomas Henry Huxley Volume 3
"Aged Botanist?" marry come up! [Sir J. Hooker jestingly congratulated him on taking up botany in his old age.] I should like to know of a younger spark. The first time I heard myself called "the old gentleman" was years ago when we were in South Devon. A half-drunken Devonian had made himself very offensive, in the compartment in which my wife and I were travelling, and got some "simple Saxon" from me, accompanied, I doubt not, by an awful scowl "Ain't the old gentleman in a rage," says he.

THE LIFE AND PASSION OF CYPRIAN, BISHOP AND MARTYR
Note: BY PONTIUS THE DEACON

THE LIFE OF LAZARILLO OF TORMES
Full title: THE LIFE OF LAZARILLO OF TORMES, HIS FORTUNES AND MISFORTUNES AS TOLD BY HIMSELF Edited and Translated by Robert S. Rudder

The Life of the Fields--Richard Jefferies
The lost leaves measure our years; they are gone as the days are gone, and the bare branches silently speak of a new year, slowly advancing to its buds, its foliage, and fruit. Deciduous trees associate with human life as this yew never can. Clothed in its yellowish-green needles, its tarnished green, it knows no hope or sorrow; it is indifferent to winter, and does not look forward to summer. With their annual loss of leaves, and renewal, oak and elm and ash and beech seem to stand by us and to share our thoughts.

THE LIGHT-HOUSE KEEPER OF ASPINWALL--HENRYK SIENKIEWICZ
Through his field-glass the old man could see not only trees and the broad leaves of bananas, but even legions of monkeys and great marabous and flocks of parrots, rising at times like a rainbow cloud over the forest. Skavinski knew such forests well, for after being wrecked on the Amazon he had wandered whole weeks among similar arches and thickets. He had seen how many dangers and deaths lie concealed under those wonderful and smiling exteriors.

The Limitations of Marginal Utility
These cultural products are, for the purpose of the theory, conceived to be given a priori in unmitigated force. They are part of the nature of things; so that there is no need of accounting for them or inquiring into them, as to how they have come to be such as they are, or how and why they have changed and are changing, or what effect all this may have on the relations of men who live by or under this cultural situation.

The Lion and the Mouse--Charles Klein
"I could not find out, sir. Their neighbours don't know much about them. They say they're haughty and stuck up. The only one I could get anything out of was a parson named Deetle. He said it was a sad case, that they had reverses and a daughter who was in Paris- "

The Listener
The same walls, too, carried mirrors in which I used sometimes to see reflected the misty lawns of childhood, the daisy chains, the wind-torn blossoms scattered through the orchard by warm rains, the robbers' cave in the long walk, and the hidden store of apples in the hayloft. She was my inseparable companion then-but, when the door slammed, the mirrors cracked across their entire length, and the visions they held vanished for ever. Now I am quite alone. At forty one cannot begin all over again to build up careful friendships, and all others are comparatively worthless.

The Literary Remains of Thomas Bragdon--John Kendrick Bangs
"I think that is the proper plan," he said, and then, proceeding with his story, he described to me the marvellous paintings that adorned the walls of his palace; how he had tried to propel a gondola himself, and got a fall into the "deliciously tepid waters of the canal," as he called them, for his pains; and it seemed very real, so minute were the details into which he entered.

THE LITTLE DREAM: An Allegory in six Scenes
SEELCHEN. [Rising to her knees, and stretching out her hands with ecstasy] Great One. I come! [Waking, she looks around, and struggles to her feet] My little dream!

The Little Hunchback Zia
When he first began to feel as if some mysterious ailment was creeping upon him he kept himself out of Judith's way as much as possible. He dared not tell her that sometimes he could scarcely crawl from one place to another. A miserable fevered weakness became his secret. As the old woman took no notice of him except when he brought back his day's earnings, it was easy to evade her. One morning, however, she fixed her eyes on him suddenly and keenly.

The Little Lady of Lagunitas--Richard Henry Savage
Long years have passed since both the colossus of the North and the great Governor entered into the unbroken silence of the grave. Their immortal words ring still down the columned years of our country's history. They appeal to noble sons to emulate the heroes of this great conflict. Shall the slave's chains clank westward? No! Above the din of commoner men, the logic of John Bell, calm and patriotic, brings conviction. The soaring eloquence of Stephen A. Douglas claims the Western shores for freedom.

THE LITTLE MAN. A FARCICAL MORALITY IN THREE SCENES
AMERICAN. Well, just watch my gestures. I was saying [He points to the LITTLE MAN, then makes gestures of flying] you have an angel from heaven there. You have there a man in whom Gawd [He points upward] takes quite an amount of stock. You have no call to arrest him. [He makes the gesture of arrest] No, Sir. Providence has acted pretty mean, loading off that baby on him. [He makes the motion of dandling] The little man has a heart of gold. [He points to his heart, and takes out a gold coin.]

The Little Savage
I was now, by Jackson's account, nearly fourteen years old. During fourteen years but one vessel had been seen by us. It might be fourteen more, or double that time might elapse, before I should again fall in with any of my fellow-creatures. As these thoughts saddened me, I felt how much I would nave sacrificed if Jackson had remained alive, were it only for his company; I would have forgiven him anything. I even then felt as if, in the murderer of my father, I had lost a friend.

The Little Shepherd of Kingdom Come
Improved text, supersedes earlier version.

THE LITURGY OF THE BLESSED APOSTLES
Note: COMPOSED BY ST. ADAEUS AND ST. MARIS, TEACHERS OF THE EASTERNS

The Long Chance--Peter B. Kyne
In addition there was the evidence of the automatic pistol! Few men in that country carried automatics, for an automatic was a weapon too new in those days to be popular, and the residents of the Mojave still clung to tradition and a Colt's.45. The bandit had shown himself peculiarly expert in the use of his weapon, having shot the pipe out of the messenger's mouth, merely to impress that unimpressionable functionary. It would have been like Bob McGraw, who carried an automatic and was a dead shot, to show off a little!

The Long Vacation
"To begin with," said Gerald, "I don't think Fergus, or at any rate Davy Blake, was in fault. They tried to go home in good time, having an instinct for tides, but Adrian was chasing a sea-mouse or some such game, and could not be brought back, and then he fell over a slippery rock, and had to be dragged out of a hole, and by that time the channel of the Anscombe stream was too deep, at least for him, who has been only too carefully guarded from being amphibious."

The Lord of Death and the Queen of Life--Homer Eon Flint
"Now, I will tell ye more. It has come to me lately that Klow is plotting to attack us with strange weapons." I thought best, considering their ignorance, not to give them my own reasons. "Of course I have told the emperor of it; yet he will not act. He says to wait till we are attacked."

THE LORD'S TEACHING THROUGH THE TWELVE APOSTLES TO THE NATIONS
And the way of death(2) is this: First of all it is evil and full of curse:(3) murders,(4) adulteries, lusts, fornications, thefts, idolatries, magic arts, witchcrafts, rapines, false witnessings, hypocrisies, double-heartedness, deceit, haughtiness, depravity, self-will, greediness, filthy talking, jealousy, 2 over-confidence, loftiness, boastfulness; persecutors of the good,(5) hating truth, loving a lie, not knowing a reward for righteousness, not cleaving(6) to good nor to righteous judgment,

The Love Sonnets of a Car Conductor--Wallace Irwin
My Trolley hikes to Harlem p.d.q.,/ And picks up pikers all along the beat./ At six o'clock the aisles are full of feet,/ The straps with fingers, and the entire zoo/ Boils on the platform with a mad huroo/ Reckless as Bronx mosquitoes after meat./ The widow stands, the fat man gets the seat/ And Satan smiles like Foxy M. Depew.

The Love-Chase--James Sheridan Knowles
Con. Well, Phoebe, would you know me? Are those locks That cluster on my forehead and my cheek, Sufficient mask? Show I what I would seem, A lady for the chase? My darkened brows And heightened colour, foreign to my face, Do they my face pass off for stranger too? What think you?

The Lovers' Tasks
OLD MAN. Us poor old wretches don't carry no hearts to th' insides of we. The pains of us do come from the having of no victuals and from the winter's cold when snow do lie on the ground and the wind do moan over the fields, and when the fox do bark.

The Luminous Shield--Helena P. Blavatsky
Before we reached the docks we had been half deafened by the shouts amid incessant ear-piercing cries and the Babel-like confusion of tongues. In this part of the city it is useless to expect to be guided by either house numbers, or names of streets. The location of any desired place is indicated by its proximity to some other more conspicuous building, such as a mosque, bath or European shop; for the rest, one has to trust to Allah and his prophet.

The Mabinogion
This version supersedes the earlier translation (nicer Itals 'n stuff).

The Mad Lady
With a little money, some talent, and plenty of time, he was content till this song of Mary began to sing in his heart; and then when he found she was his for this life and all life to come, he found also that his small income needed to be trebled; it was too narrow a mantle to stretch over himself and Mary too.

THE MAGIC FOREST
Long Tom's eyes narrowed shrewdly. "For one thing, trying to capture anyone connected with that totem thing has been a problem. They've led us a merry chase. Whereas, these guys and the bunch on the yacht seem intent on grabbing us! There must be a reason! And I'll bet you that's why Doc pulled that stunt!"

The Magic Skin
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The Magic World--E. Nesbit
The sharp voice stopped abruptly on a high note; determined feet in strong boots sounded on the stairs-fainter, fainter; a door slammed below with a dreadful definiteness, and Elsie was left alone, to wonder how soon her spirit would break-for at no less a price, it appeared, could freedom be bought.

The Magick Cup
AT cards, should adverse fortune you pursue;/ To take revenge is ever thought your due;/ And your opponent often will revoke,/ That you for better luck may have a cloak:/ If you've a friend o'er head and ears in debt:

The Maid of Maiden Lane--Amelia E. Barr
Thus his passionate grief and anger tortured him until midnight. Then he had a high fever and a distracting headache, and, the physical torment being the most insistent and distressing, he gave way before it. With such agonizing tears as spring from despairing wounded love he threw himself upon his bed, and his craving, suffering heart at length found rest in sleep from the terrible egotism of its sorrow.

The Maid of the Whispering Hills--Vingie E. Roe
Picturesque they were, in their fringed buckskin cunningly tanned and beaded, their feathers and their ornaments of elk teeth and claws of the huge, thick-coated bears. At day-dawn they came, having camped for the night a short distance above the fort, to the letter display of their arrival, and they swept down in a flotilla of graceful craft made of the birch bark and light as clouds upon the water.

The Making of an American--Jacob A. Riis
In all of which I have made no account of a factor which is at the bottom of half our troubles with our immigrant population, so far as they are not of our own making: the loss of reckoning that follows uprooting; the cutting loose from all sense of responsibility, with the old standards gone, that makes the politician's job so profitable in our large cities, and that of the patriot and the housekeeper so wearisome. We all know the process. The immigrant has no patent on it. It afflicts the native, too, when he goes to a town where he is not known.

THE MAN OF BRONZE
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THE MAN WHO FELL FROM HEAVEN
Note: A Sherlock Holmes Mystery By Frank J. Morlock

THE MAN WHO FELL UP
The figure above had fallen off the ledge. Possibly, the term "fallen" was not applicable, because the figure, although coming off the ledge, was going upward! It fell up! It fell up and up until it was small in the sky, finally a dot, eventually nothing that was visible. The form that had been on the window ledge became, in plain, unvarnished fact, if evidence of the eyes was to be believed-and there was no reason to disbelieve them-an upward-falling object that fell out into space.

THE MAN WHO FOUND THE TRUTH--Leonid Andreyev
"Come unto me," I exclaimed; "come unto me; you who have gone away from that life. Here, in this quiet abode, under the sacred protection of the iron grate, at my heart overflowing with love, you will find rest and comfort. My beloved children, give me your sad soul, exhausted from suffering, and I shall clothe it with light. I shall carry it to those blissful lands where the sun of eternal truth and love never sets."

The Man Who Went Too Far
"I am one with it," he said to himself, "the river and I, I and the river. The coolness and splash of it is I, and the water-herbs that wave in it are I also. And my strength and my limbs are not mine but the river's. It is all one, all one, dear Fawn.".A quarter of an hour later he appeared again at the bottom of the lawn, dressed as before, his wet hair already drying into its crisp short curls again. There he paused a moment, looking back at the stream with the smile with which men look on the face of a friend, then turned towards the house.

The Man without Fear--Paul Alverdes
He sat mute and erect and stared in front of him. The tears streamed down her face while she went on to say in a voice which only confirmed her refusal that though their happiness was over, the terrible penalty of a life without him was not too high a price to pay for it. In spite of her agony she had wrung this resolve from herself. She gasped out her words with difficulty and dug her nails deeply into his arm. In a few days, she said, she was leaving with her son to join her husband in Paris.

The Man-Tiger
So saying he retired into a thicket and took off his waist cloth and at once became a tiger; then he swallowed the waist cloth and thereby grew a fine long tail. Then he sprang upon the calf and knocked it over and began to suck its blood. At this sight his wife was overwhelmed with terror and forgetting everything in her fear ran right off to her father's house taking with her her husband's clothes and the magic root.

The Mandrake and The Rhemese
WHENE'ER the painter had in hand a fair,/ He'd jest his wife, and laugh with easy air;/ But Hymen's rights proceeding as they ought,/ With jealous fears her breast was never fraught./ She might indeed repay his tricks in kind,/ And gratify, in soft amours, her mind,/ Except that she less confidence had shown,/ And was not led to him the truth to own.

The Manor House and Other Poems--Ada Cambridge
She saw another night-a hot, bright night-/ A night of years ago-danced out in joy/ 'Neath the low roof-tree of a planter's house/ In fair Antigua's bosom;-saw the stars,/ Large, liquid, golden, swimming in the blue,/ Shining through open doors and jalousies,

The March of The White Guard
The writing done, Jaspar Hume put his book away and turned towards the rest. Cloud-in-the-Sky and Late Carscallen were smoking. Little could be seen of their faces; they were snuffled to the eyes. Gaspe Toujours was drinking a basin of tea, and Jeff Hyde was fitfully dozing by the fire. The dogs were above in the tent-all but Bouche, who was permitted to be near his master. Presently the sub-factor rose, took from a knapsack a small tin pail, and put it near the fire. Then he took five little cups that fitted snugly into each other, separated them, and put them also near the fire. None of the party spoke.

The Mark of Zorro--Johnston McCulley
First serialized as The Curse of The Capistrano in 1919--the one that started it all.

The Martial Adventures of Henry and Me--William Allen White
"Bill," he said, solemnly, "isn't she a peach!" He paused, then from his heart he burst out: "'How beautiful upon the mountain are the feet of them that bring glad tidings!' I wish the fellows in Wichita could get this thing for the wheat show!"

THE MARTYRDOM OF BARSAMYA
Full title: THE MARTYRDOM OF BARSAMYA, THE BISHOP OF THE BLESSED CITY EDESSA

THE MARTYRDOM OF IGNATIUS
Being then brought to him, and having communicated to him some spiritual gifts, and glorying in his bonds, he entreated of him to labour(5) along with him for the fulfilment of his desire; earnestly indeed asking this of the whole Church (for the cities and Churches of Asia had welcomed(6) the holy man through their bishops, and presbyters, and deacons, all hastening to meet him, if by any means they might receive from him some(7) spiritual gift), but above all, the holy Polycarp, that, by means of the wild beasts, he soon disappearing from this world, might be manifested before the face of Christ.

THE MARTYRDOM OF THE HOLY MARTYRS--JUSTIN
Then said the prefect Rusticus to Chariton, "Tell me further, Chariton, are you also a Christian?" Chariton said, "I am a Christian by the command of God." Rusticus the prefect asked the woman Charito, "What say you, Charito?" Charito said, "I am a Christian by the grace of God." Rusticus said to Euelpistus, "And what are you?" Euelpistus, a servant of Caesar, answered, "I too am a Christian, having been freed by Christ; and by the grace of Christ I partake of the same hope." Rusticus the prefect said to Hierax,

The Marvelous Exploits of Paul Bunyan--W.B. Laughead
Subtitled: The Marvelous Exploits of Paul Bunyan as Told in the Camps of the White Pine Lumbermen for Generations During Which Time the Loggers Have Pioneered the Way Through the North Woods From Maine to California Collected from Various Sources and Embellished for Publication

The Masquerader--Katherine Cecil Thurston
Eve, looking back, saw the expression. It attracted and held her, like a sudden glimpse into a secret room. In all the years of her marriage, in the months of her courtship even, she had never surprised the look on Chilcote's face. The impression came quickly. and with it a strange, warm rush of interest that receded slowly, leaving an odd sense of loneliness. But, at the moment that the feeling came and passed, her attention was claimed in another direction.

THE MASSACRE OF THE INNOCENTS--MAURICE MAETERLINCK
There was no one to be seen on the Place, for it froze bitterly. Only the dogs and chickens roamed about under the trees, or the sheep nibbled at a three-cornered bit of grass, while the cure's servant swept away the snow from his garden.

The Master of the Inn--Robert Herrick
And after a few more words of greeting, the Doctor beckoned to Sam, and gave the guest over to his hands. Thereupon the Chinaman slippered through tiled passageways to the court, where the Stranger, caught by the beauty and peace so well hidden, lingered a while. The little space within the wings was filled with flowers as far as the yellow water of the pool and the marble bench. In the centre of the court wasan old gray fountain-sent from Verona by a Brother-from which the water dropped and ran away among the flower beds to the pool.

The Master of the World
Better quality transcript, this supersedes the previous (wiretappy) version I'd had here for three-four years.

The Mayflower--Harriet Beecher Stowe
Full title: The Mayflower; or, Sketches of Scenes and Characters among the Descendants of the Pilgrilm

The Meaning of Truth
It suffers badly at present from incomplete definition. Its most systematic advocates, Schiller and Dewey, have published fragmentary programmes only; and its bearing on many vital philosophic problems has not been traced except by adversaries who, scenting heresies in advance, have showered blows on doctrines- subjectivism and scepticism, for example-that no good humanist finds it necessary to entertain. By their still greater reticences, the anti-humanists have, in turn, perplexed the humanists.

The Memoirs of Count Grammont--Anthony Hamilton
He had paid his devoirs to the eldest daughter of the Duke of Ormond, while his heart was still taken up with his former passion: the king's love for Lady Castlemaine, and the advancement he expected from such an alliance, made him press the match with as much ardour as if he had been passionately in love: he had therefore married Lady Chesterfield without loving her, and had lived some time with her in such coolness as to leave her no room to doubt of his indifference. As she was endowed with great sensibility and delicacy, she suffered at this contempt: she was at first much affected with his behaviour, and afterwards enraged at it; and, when he began to give her proofs of his affection, she had the pleasure of convincing him of her indifference.

The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes
"I think that you know me well enough, Watson, to understand that I am by no means a nervous man. At the same time, it is stupidity rather than courage to refuse to recognize danger when it is close upon you. Might I trouble you for a match?" He drew in the smoke of his cigarette as if the soothing influence was grateful to him.

The Metropolis
They had the room; and likewise they had all the trappings of snobbery-Montague took that fact in at a glance. There were knee-breeches and scarlet facings and gold braid-marble balconies and fireplaces and fountains-French masters and real Flemish tapestry. The staircase of their palace was a winding one, and there was a white velvet carpet which had been specially woven for it, and had to be changed frequently; at the top of it was a white cashmere rug which had a pedigree of six centuries-and so on.

THE MIDDLE PARTS of FORTUNE--Frederic Manning
The world seemed extraordinarily empty of men, though he knew the ground was alive with them. He was breathing with difficulty, his mouth and throat seemed to be cracking with dryness, and his water bottle was empty. Coming to a dugout, he groped his way down, feeling for the steps with his feet; a piece of Wilson canvas, hung across the passage but twisted aside, rasped his cheek; and a few steps lower his face was enveloped suddenly in the musty folds of a blanket. The dugout was empty. For the moment he collapsed there, indifferent to everything.

The Middle Years
Doctor Hugh, at this, hesitated, and Dencombe, in spite of a desire to pass for unconscious, risked a covert glance at him. What his eyes met this time, as happened, was, on the part of the young lady, a queer stare, naturally vitreous, which made her remind him of some figure-he couldn't name it-in a play or a novel, some sinister governess or tragic old maid. She seemed to scan him, to challenge him, to say out of general spite: "What have you got to do with us?"

The Midnight Passenger--Richard Henry Savage
"If Hugh Worthington lurks on the Pacific Coast until he has made the coup, I will find him out there. You can be in hiding near, ready to appear, and then boldly claim your rights. Arthur Ferris will probably be back in New York City in charge, and Worthington will yield rather than have the world, his beloved daughter, and all society know of his inward baseness. I shall delve further into the old records, under pretense of following up the title to our purchase. Perhaps we may even now unearth other unconveyed property."

The Mighty Atom--Marie Corelli
Then, look at our sun!-we should not be able to live without it,-but there are millions of other suns and systems,-all separate universes. Now if all these things are atoms, and are designed by an Atom,-where is it?-that wonderful little First Atom which, without knowing in the least what it was about, and with nobody to guide it, and having no reason, judgment, sight or sense of its own, produced such beautiful creations? And then, if you are able to tell me where it is, will you also tell me where it came from?"

THE MINDLESS MONSTERS
Scratched in the stone slab with some sort of a sharp instrument, was an inscription in Mayan, the Central American Indian tongue that is known only to a small handful of civilized men. The message told Monk and Johnny that Doc had heard over the radio that they were leading a posse. It told about the Jamaica bank job that was planned. And it gave Monk some quite specific instructions. They were of a chemical nature, and made Monk gasp.

The Minds and Manners of Wild Animals--William T. Hornaday
During the four months that he lived with me I taught him, almost without effort, many things that were necessary in our daily life. Even the Dyaks recognized the fact that the "Old Man" was an orang (or "mias") of superior mind, and some of them traveled far to see him. Unfortunately the exigencies of travel and work compelled me to present him to an admiring friend in India. Mr. Andrew Carnegie and his then partner, Mr. J. W. Vandevorst, convoyed my Old Man and another small orang from Singapore to Colombo, Ceylon, whence they were shipped on to Madras, received there by my old friend A. G. R. Theobald,-and presented at the court of the Duke of Buckingham.

The Miniature--J. Y. Akerman
'With assumed coolness, which it was impossible he could feel, he smiled again, put back the miniature in his bosom, and drew his sword. The next moment our weapons crossed with an angry clash, and were flashing in the morning's sun.

THE MISANTHROPE
Once you knew him well, he was a good talker. He was full of ideas, many of them quite remarkable. What exasperated me were some of his guests. As a result, probably, of reading Yu Ta-fu's romantic stories, they constantly referred to themselves as "the young unfortunate" or "the outcast"; and, sprawling on the big chairs like lazy and arrogant crabs, they would sigh, smoke and frown all at the same time.

The Misanthrope--J. D. Beresford
Some aspect of humanity I found in that light it was that finally decided me; that and some quality of sympathy, perhaps with the hermit-mad, criminal, or lovelorn?-who had found sanctuary from the pestilent touch of the encroaching crowd. It was, in fact, a wildish night, and I stayed until the little yellow speck went out, and all I could see through the murk was an occasional canopy of curving spray when the elbow of the Trevone Light touched a bare corner of that black Gulland.

The Miser
Mar. Ha, ha, ha! I shall die. Ha, ha, ha! You extravagant Creature, how cou'd you throw away all this Jest at once; it wou'd have furnish'd a prudent Person with an Annuity of Laughter for Life. Oh! I am charm'd with my Conquest; I am quite in Love with him already. I never had a Lover yet above half his Age.

THE MISSING HEAVYWEIGHT--HERBERT JENKINS
During the run to Stainton both men were silent. Mr. Doulton was speculating as to what would happen at the Olympia on the following night if Burns failed to appear, whilst Malcolm Sage was occupied with thoughts, the object of which was to prevent such a catastrophe. "They're sure to say it's a yellow streak," Mr. Doulton burst out on one occasion; but, as Malcolm Sage took no notice of the remark, he subsided into silence, and the car hummed its way along the Portsmouth Road.

The Mission; or, Scenes in Africa
"You must not be surprised at the off-hand and unceremonious way we have in the colonies. People meeting abroad, even Englishmen occasionally, throw aside much ceremony. I mention this, because Major Henderson intends to call this afternoon, and propose joining our party into the interior. I do not know much of him, but I have heard much said in his favour, and it is easy to see by his manners and address that he is a gentleman. Of course, when he stated his intention, I could do nothing but refer him to you, which I did. What do you think, Wilmot?"

THE MOB. A Play in Four Acts
THE DEAN. [Trying to bring matters to a blander level] My dear Stephen, even if you were right-which I deny-about the initial merits, there surely comes a point where the individual conscience must resign it self to the country's feeling. This has become a question of national honour.

The Modern Marriage Market--Marie Corelli
It is impossible, in the complex life of our time, that there should not be a large and powerful element in society whose influence is not altogether for good. The great wealth and luxury of to-day must produce effects which are demoralising and weakening to the characters of those who live under their influence; but every age has had the same evil, though perhaps to a less intensified degree. Where there is great wealth there must be great extravagance and display; but if only controlled and properly directed, its effect may benefit the community.

The Mohawks; a Satirical Poem--Lady Sydney Owenson Morgan
When earth was young, e'er by a curious wife/ Tempted-seduc'd, unhappy Adam fell,/ (In our times, when the dev'l would breed a strife,/ He finds our neighbour's spouse a surer spell,)/

The Moneychangers
Then he went on to the plate-mill, where giant hammers resounded, and steel plates of several inches' thickness were chopped and sliced like pieces of cheese. Here the spectator stared about him in bewilderment and clung to his guide for safety; huge travelling cranes groaned overhead, and infernal engines made deafening clatter upon every side. It was a source of never ending wonder that men should be able to work in such confusion, with no sense of danger and no consciousness of all the uproar.

THE MOONSHINE VINE--Translated and adapted by Frank J. Morlock
Translation of a 19th Century play that's often performed at fairs/festivals. Opening's a bit reminiscent of the Wife of Bath's account of her favorite husband, until the Moonshine Vine changes things.

The Morlas--Caroline Clive
RUDE was the ancient forest glade,/ A tangled wilderness of shade;/ And labour's hand had wrought with pain,/ A path o'er cumber'd hill and plain./ Fantastic stretch'd the giant bough,/ And stunted copse-wood crouched below;/

The Motor Maids by Palm and Pine--Katherine Stokes
The quiet English boy became suddenly animated. He had been leaning on the piano ever since he had been in the room. Perhaps his fingers were itching to touch the keys, for when he sat down and began to play the notes seemed to run from their ends like water from the mouth of a fountain. He played so beautifully that the girls began to comprehend why he never appeared to be hearing anything that was said around him.

The Moving Picture Girls Under the Palms
"I have chartered a small steamer," said the manager. "At first I decided we could use a large motor boat, and make the trips back and forth from the hotel each day, to get to the various places. But I find that distances are longer than I calculated on, and it might be inconvenient, at times, to come back to the hotel. So have engaged a good-sized, flat-bottomed stern-wheeler, and we can spend several days at a time on her if need be."

The Muleteer and Other
WHEN round the dorture he began to creep,/ The troop appeared as if dissolved in sleep,/ And so they truly were, save our gallant,/ Whose terrors made him tremble, sigh, and pant:/ No light the king had got; it still was dark;

The Murder Hole
In the middle of the night he was awakened by a single cry of distress. He sat up and listened, but it was not repeated, and he would have lain down to sleep again, but suddenly his eye fell on a stream of blood slowly trickling under the door of his room. In terror he sprang to the door, and through a chink he saw that the victim outside was only a goat. But just then he overheard the voices of the two men, and their words transfixed him with horror.

The Murder--A. P. Chekhov
We all behaved as though we were frantic. I read, while the old maids and other females sang, and then after standing on their legs for twenty-four hours or longer without eating or drinking, suddenly a trembling would come over them as though they were in a fever; after that, one would begin screaming and then another-it was horrible! I, too, would shiver all over like a Jew in a frying-pan, I don't know myself why, and our legs began to prance about. It's a strange thing, indeed: you don't want to, but you prance about and waggle your arms; and after that, screaming and shrieking, we all danced and ran after one another-ran till we dropped; and in that way, in wild frenzy, I fell into fornication.'

The Mysterious Affair at Styles
Improved text, supersedes earlier version.

The Mysterious Island
"Are we rising again?" "No. On the contrary." "Are we descending?" "Worse than that, captain! we are falling!" "For Heaven's sake heave out the ballast!" "There! the last sack is empty!" "Does the balloon rise?" "No!" "I hear a noise like the dashing of waves. The sea is below the car! It cannot be more than 500 feet from us!" "Overboard with every weight! ...everything!" .

THE MYSTERIOUS MR. E--Jack Storm
The ropes around Danny's wrists cut deep in the flesh and he felt the warm blood flowing over his hands. He yanked at them again. A sharp pain shot up his arm, but the ropes didn't give. He flopped over on his side to get in a better position for leverage against the ropes.

The Mysterious Mummy--Sax Rohmer
A sudden silence fell upon the room so that people running about in other apartments could be plainly heard. And presently, from somewhere behind the glass doors surrounding the place, came a low moan, electrifying the already excited listeners. The keys were promptly forthcoming and then was made the second astounding discovery of the eventful morning.

The Mystery of Edwin Drood--Charles Dickens
Improved text, supersedes earlier version.

The Mystery of the Poisoned Dish of Mushrooms
Dr. Herbert Ingpenny, consulting pathologist to St. Martin's Hospital, stated that he had made an examination of the contents of the stomach and viscera of the deceased. He found evidence of the presence of the poison bhurine in sufficient quantity to account for the boy's death, and the symptoms, as described by Dr. Slark and Mrs. Dupreen in the course of the previous hearing, were consistent with bhurine poisoning.

The Mystery of the Yellow Room
Improved text, supersedes earlier version.

The Mystery Queen--Fergus Hume
"Yes. I think it's a good idea, Freddy. And the perfume? Did Durwin or the Inspector tell you anything about the perfume? No, I can see by your blank stare that they didn't. Listen, Freddy, and store this knowledge in your blessed brain, my son. It is a clue, I am sure," and Halliday forthwith related to his attentive listener details concerning the strange perfume which had impregnated the clothes of the dead man. "And Sir Charles hated perfumes," he ended, emphatically; "he didn't even like Lillian or Mrs. Bolstreath to use them, and they obeyed him."

The Naturalist on the River Amazons--HENRY WALTER BATES
Note: Illustrated Version. Mobi users beware.

The Nature of Civilization
The search for truth and right are the highest psychological functions of man's civilized personality. When he is able to accept the importance of these undertakings on a priority basis, his own sense of personal importance enters that expanded area which runs parallel to the drive toward species survival in the lower animals. Once men have experienced this kind of personal importance, it becomes a force they will protect and defend at all costs. If they have once known such aspirations but then abandoned them in deference to the monolithic influences of society, men are condemned to adjusting to a life style depression. Much of the troubles of civilization come from the pressured attempts of individuals to coverup and deny the existence of this depression

The Nature of Goodness--George Herbert Palmer
A second inadequate definition of goodness is that it is adaptation to environment. This is a far more important conception than the preceding; but again, while not untrue, is still, in my judgment, partial and ambiguous. When its meaning is made clear and exact, it seems to coincide with my own; for it points out that nothing can be separately good, but becomes so through fulfillment of relations. Each thing or person is surrounded by many others. To them it must fit itself. Being but a part, its goodness is found in serving that whole with which it is connected. That is a good oar which suits well the hands of the rower, the row-lock of the boat, and the resisting water.

The Nature of Psychological Maturity
Conventional submissive personalities allow the dictates of society to provide them with guaranteed experiences, and conventional dominant personalities give themselves over to social influences which provide guaranteed feeling levels. Under these conditions the threat of helpless and reckless reactions is kept under control. Independent sensitivity and vigor in the human scene requires that the individual take responsibility for his own mental health.

The Ne'er-Do-Well--Rex Beach
They rushed him with the ferocity of mad dogs, and he knocked them spinning, one after another. A whistle blew shrilly, other uniforms came running, more whistles piped, and almost before he realized it he found himself in the centre of a pack of lean-faced brown men who were struggling to pull him down and striking at him with their clubs. With a sudden wild thrill he realized that this was no ordinary street fight; this was deadly; he must beat off these fellows or be killed.

The New Atalantis--Mrs. Manley
Let us go, let us go for ever, said she, sobbing, my Lord Duke, I wish your Eminence all Happiness, wretched Charlot shall never disturb it. Farewel, my dear Countess, I was not born to taste the Sweets of Love and Friendship: Here she hasted out of the Room, and got into the Coach that waited, without taking her Leave in Form, either of the one or the other. They made after her to the Gate; she briskly order'd the Coachman to drive on, and with six good Horses was presently out of sight.

The New King Arthur--EDGAR FAWCETT
Full title: THE NEW KING ARTHUR: AN OPERA WITHOUT MUSIC

The New Year
STEVE. Ah, 'twasn't much as we could do for the likes of she-what was a regular roadster. Bad herbs, all of them. And if it hadn't been so as 'twas my wedding eve, this one shouldn't have set foot inside of the house. But 'tis a season when a man's took a bit soft and foolish, like, the night afore his marriage. Bain't that so, George?

THE NEW YEAR'S SACRIFICE
In case of necessity one could use veiled allusions, but unfortunately I did not know how to, so although questions kept rising to the tip of my tongue, I had to bite them back. From his solemn expression I suddenly suspected that he looked on me as choosing not earlier nor later but just this time to come and trouble him, and that I was also a bad character; therefore to set his mind at rest I told him at once that I intended to leave Luchen the next day and go back to the city.

The Next Man--Paul Alverdes
He has got through, he thought. We have got through. He relaxed again and closed his eyes. As he dozed off he put his hand over his heart and felt its strong and regular beat.

THE NICENE CREED
Note: As set forth at Nicoea, A.D. 325.

The Night Horseman--Max Brand
He caught the sound of another horse coming, far different even to his unpracticed ear from the beat of hoofs which announced the coming of Buck Daniels. The rhythm of their fall was slower, as if the stride of the animal were much longer. He pictured a mighty creature with a vast mane blown back against the chest of a giant rider. There was a murmur from Kate: "Dan, my dear, my dear!"

The Night Operator
"Bad!" Hawkeye brought his elbow sharply around to focus his lamp on the coin; then he leaned over and rang it on the window sill - only it wouldn't ring. It was indubitably bad. Hawkeye, however, was dealing with a drunk - and Hawkeye always did have a mean streak in him.

The Nightingale and Other
At fourteen years our Kitty's charms/ Were all that could be wished-plump arms,/ A swelling bosom; on her cheeks/ Roses' and lilies' mingled streaks,/ A sparkling eye-all these, you know,/ Speak well for what is found below.

THE NORTH WOODS MYSTERY
A voice spoke in a whisper. The driver heard it; his shrewd face became alert. This cabby was Moe Shrevnitz, an agent of The Shadow. He had been parked at this spot, awaiting his chief's arrival. Yet Moe, keen though his hearing was, had not caught the sounds of The Shadow's entry.

The Novel of the Black Seal--Arthur Machen
"I think you, are wrong," he replied; "there are still, depend upon it, quaint, undiscovered countries and continents of strange extent. Ah, Miss Lally! believe me, we stand amidst sacraments and mysteries full of awe, and it doth not yet appear what we shall be. Life, believe me, is no simple thing, no mass of grey matter and congeries of veins and muscles to be laid naked by the surgeon's knife; man is the secret which I am about to explore

The Nuts--Georg Ebers
Christmas was approaching, and the next day, Christmas-eve, the tree was to be lighted. On the twenty-third of December, a little while before the hour for story-telling, Hermy came home, and exhibited to his brothers the trifling presents, which he had chosen: an eraser for his father, a lead-pencil for his mother, a bag of nuts for his grandmother, and similar trifles which, though insignificant in themselves, had nevertheless exhausted his little store of savings.

The Occupant of the Room
All who know the peculiar excitement that belongs to lofty mountain valleys where dangerous climbing is a chief feature of the attractions, will understand a certain faint element of high alarm that goes with the picture. One looks up at the desolate, soaring ridges and thinks involuntarily of the men who find their pleasure for days and nights together scaling perilous summits among the clouds, and conquering inch by inch the icy peaks that for ever shake their dark terror in the sky.

THE OCEAN--Leonid Andreyev
"Life, sir. Here your noble and sad eyes look in the same direction my eyes look-into this terrible, dark distance. Tell me, then, what is stirring there? What is resting and waiting there, what is silent there, what is screaming and singing and complaining there in its own voices? What are the voices that agitate me and fill my soul with phantoms of sorrow, and yet say nothing? And whence comes this night? And whence comes my sorrow?

THE OCTAVIUS OF MINUCIUS FELIX
"Although to you, Marcus my brother, the subject on which especially we are inquiring is not in doubt, inasmuch as, being carefully informed in both kinds of life, you have rejected the one and assented to the other, yet in file present case your mind must be so fashioned that you may hold the balance of a most just judge, nor lean with a disposition to one side (more than another), lest your decision may seem not to arise so much from our arguments, as to be originated from your own perceptions.

The Octoroon--Dion Boucicault
M'Closky . Ask the color in your face: d'ye think I can't read you, like a book? With your New England hypocrisy, you would persuade yourself that it was this family alone you cared for; it ain't-you know it ain't-'tis the "Octoroon"; and you love her as I do; and, you hate me because I'm your rival-that's where the tears come from, Salem Scudder, if you ever shed any-that's where the shoe pinches.

THE ODDITIES OF THE ENGLISH
Now, I knew Felini's handiwork, either in murder or in housebreaking, as well as I know my own signature on a piece of white paper, and as soon as I saw the body of the murdered man in Greenwich Park I was certain Felini was the murderer. The English authorities at that time looked upon me with a tolerant, good-natured contempt.

The Odyssey of Homer--Alexander Pope, Trans.
He bids them bring their stores; the attending train/ Load the tall bark, and launch into the main,/ The prince and goddess to the stern ascend;/ To the strong stroke at once the rowers bend./ Full from the west she bids fresh breezes blow;/ The sable billows foam and roar below./ The chief his orders gives; the obedient band/ With due observance wait the chief's command;/ With speed the mast they rear, with speed unbind/ The spacious sheet, and stretch it to the wind./

The Old English Baron--Clara Reeve
Full title: THE OLD ENGLISH BARON: A GOTHIC STORY. -- Work owes heavy debt to Walpole's Otranto; they had kind of a fight about it.

The Old House in Vauxhall Walk--Mrs. J. H. Riddell
Filthy of person, repulsive to look at, hard of heart as she was, he yet beheld another phantom, which, coming into the room, met her almost on the threshold, taking her by the hand, and pleading, as it seemed, for assistance. He could not hear all that passed, but a word now and then fell upon his ear. Some talk of former days; some mention of a fair young mother-an appeal, as it seemed, to a time when they were tiny brother and sister, and the accursed greed for gold had not divided them.

The Old Wives' Tale--Arnold Bennett
She did not reply. It did not occur to her to reply. But she certainly thought that this doctor-he was probably a doctor-was overestimating her case. She felt better than she had felt for two days. Still, she did not desire to move, nor was she in the least anxious as to her surroundings. She lay quiet.

The One Thousand Nights And A Night Vol. 1
First volume of the Burton translation, specially thanks to JP Mourlon, who passed this text along to get me started on the other 9.

The One Woman--Thomas Dixon
A crowd of relatives and friends were pressing close to the ropes. Many of them had stood there all night, crazed with grief, wringing their hands, hoping and praying they might find some token of love left of those dear to them, and yet hoping against hope that they might find nothing and that their beloved would appear, saved by some miracle.

The Open Door--Mrs. J. H. Riddell
If you like to go down, I will pay your reasonable expenses for a fortnight; and if you do any good for mc, I will give you a ten-pound note for yourself. Of course I must be satisfied that what you have told me is true and tat you are what you represent. Do you know anybody in the city who would speak for you?'

THE ORATION AND PANEGYRIC ADDRESSED TO ORIGEN
But we, like any of the poor, unfurnished with these varied specifics[1]-whether as never having been possessed of them, or, it may be, as having lost them-are under the necessity of using, as it were, only charcoal and tiles, that is to say, those rude and common words and phrases; and by means of these, to the best of our ability, we represent the native dispositions of our mind, expressing them in such language as is at our service, and endeavouring to exhibit the impressions of the figures[2] of our mind, if not clearly or ornately, yet at least with the faithfulness of a charcoal picture, welcoming gladly any graceful and eloquent expression which may present itself from any quarter

The Other Bed--E. F. Benson
Outside the threatening promise of the barometer was already finding fulfilment, and a cold ugly wind was complaining among the pines, and hooting round the peaks, and snow had begun to fall. The night was thickly overcast, and it seemed as if uneasy presences were going to and fro in the darkness. But there was no use in ill augury, and certainly if we were to be house-bound for a few days I was lucky in having so commodious a lodging.

The Other Side: A Breton Legend--Count Eric Stanislaus Stenbock
When he got home Gabriel could not resist showing his treasure to his mother, though he knew she would not appreciate it; but when she saw the strange blue flower, Mère Yvonne turned pale and said, "Why child, where hast thou been? sure it is the witch flower"; and so saying she snatched it from him and cast it into the corner, and immediately all its beauty and strange fragrance faded from it and it looked charred as though it had been burnt.

The Other Wing
Thenceforward this was established in his life-that Sleep and her attendant Dreams hid during the daytime in that unused portion of the great Elizabethan mansion called the Other Wing. This other wing was unoccupied, its corridors untrodden, its windows shuttered and its rooms all closed. At various places green baize doors led into it, but no one ever opened them.

The Outcast--Winwood Reade
But I was a clergyman. I was the priest of what I now believed to be a pagan religion, and received money to teach what I knew to be false. I felt it incumbent upon me at once to leave the Church and to enter some other profession. Mr. Watson, the rector of the neighboring parish, frequently visited Stilbroke Court; his wife was a friend of Margaret's, and he, I knew, was a man of temperate views, who would patiently hear what I had to say and advise me how to carry out my resolution.

The Pacha of Many Tales
My camel had by this time arrived to his full perfection; he stood nearly three feet higher than any other; and, when the caravan was preparing, I led him to the sheiks, and offered him as a candidate for the honour. They would have accepted him immediately, had it not been for a maribout, who, for some reason or another, desired them not to employ him, asserting that the caravan would be unlucky if my camel was the bearer of the holy Koran

The Pale Ape--M. P. Shiel
After this he again made himself very scarce for three weeks. Esmé and I, meantime, got into the habit of spending our hours of labour in the great hall, sitting on a day-bed that lay in the solar-room gallery there-the gallery from which of old one gazed down upon the retainers at table below; and those days of my life, that I whiled away in that place, are to me at present days touched with much strangeness and a tone of Utopia.

The Papers
It was only after he had gone that, whether aware or not, the other lowered, on either side, the absorbing page and knew that their eyes had met. A remarkable thing, for Maud Blandy, then happened, a thing quite as remarkable at least as poor Beadel's suicide, which we recall her having so considerably discounted.

The Paradise Mystery--J. S. Fletcher
Something unusual, something curiously noticeable-yet he could not exactly tell what-made Bryce go closer to the sleeping man. There was a strange stillness about him-a rigidity which seemed to suggest something more than sleep. And suddenly, with a stifled exclamation, he bent forward and lifted one of the folded hands. It dropped like a leaden weight when Bryce released it, and he pushed back the man's face and looked searchingly into it.

The Parish Register--George Crabbe
Here to interpret dreams we read the rules,/ Science our own! and never taught in schools;/ In moles and specks we Fortune's gifts discern,/ And Fate's fix'd will from Nature's wanderings learn./

THE PASCHAL CANON--ANATOLIUS OF ALEXANDRIA
But this again is held by other wise and most acute men to be an impossibility, because within that narrow and most contracted limit of a cycle of nineteen years, a thoroughly genuine Paschal time, that is to say, one held on the Lord's day and yet after the equinox, cannot occur. But, in order that we may set in a clearer light the difficulty which causes their in credulity, we shall set down, along with the courses of the moon, that cycle of years which we have mentioned

THE PASSING OF THE BLESSED MARY--SECOND LATIN FORM
And the three virgins, who were in the same place, and were watching, took up the body of the blessed Mary, that they might wash it after the manner of funeral rites. And when they had taken off her clothes, that sacred body shone with so much brightness, that it could be touched indeed for preparation for burial, but the form of it could not be seen for the excessive flashing light: except that the splendour of the Lord appeared great, and nothing was perceived, the body, when it was washed, was perfectly clean, and stained by no moisture of filth.(5) And when they had put the dead-clothes on her, that light was gradually obscured.

THE PASSING OF THE BLESSED VIRGIN MARY--FIRST LATIN FORM
Then she called Joseph of the city of Arimathaea, and the other(7) disciples of the Lord; and when they, both relations and acquaintances, were assembled, she announced her departure to all standing there. Then the blessed Mary washed(8) herself, and dressed herself like a queen, and waited the advent of her Son, as He had promised to her. And she asked all her relations to keep beside(9) her, and give her comfort. And she had along with her three virgins, Sepphora, Abigea, and Zael; but the disciples of our Lord Jesus Christ had been already dispersed throughout the whole world to preach to the people of God.

THE PASSION OF ST. SYMPHOROSA AND HER SEVEN SONS
Then, on another day, the Emperor Adrian ordered all her seven sons to be brought before him in company; and when he had challenged them to sacrifice to idols, and perceived that they yielded by no means to his threats and terrors, he ordered seven stakes to be fixed around the temple of Hercules, and commanded them to be stretched on the blocks there. And he ordered Crescens, the first, to be transfixed in the throat; and Julian, the second, to be stabbed in the breast; and Nemesius, the third, to be struck through the heart

THE PASSION OF THE HOLY MARTYRS PERPETUA AND FELICITAS
3. Since then the Holy Spirit permitted, and by permitting willed, that the proceedings of that exhibition should be committed to writing, although we are unworthy to complete the description of so great a glory; yet we obey as it were the command of the most blessed Perpetua, nay her sacred trust, and add one more testimony concerning her constancy and her loftiness of mind. While they were treated with more severity by the tribune, because, from the intimations of certain deceitful men, he feared lest thay should be withdrawn from the prison by some sort of magic incantations, Perpetua answered to his face, and said

The Patchwork Girl of Oz
Improved text, supersedes earlier version.

The Path of a Star--Mrs. Everard Cotes
A marigold lay in the path, an orange-coloured scrap with a broken stem, dropped from some coolie's necklace. Hilda picked it up, and drew in the crude, warm pungency of its smell. She closed her eyes and drifted on the odour, forgetting her speculations, losing her feet. All India and all her passion was in that violent, penetrating fragrance; it brought her, as she gave her senses up to it, a kind of dual perception of being near the core, the throbbing centre of the world's meaning.

The Pathfinder
Improved text, supersedes earlier version.

The Pear-Drum
Their mother said sadly, "Blue-Eyes and Turkey, you must not be so naughty. If you do not stop, I shall have to go away, and instead there will come a new mother with glass eyes and a wooden tail to live with you." But still they thought of the wonderful pear-drum and said to each other, "Tomorrow we will be good. Once we have got the pear-drum we will be good again."

The Perils of Pauline--Charles Goddard
With a piece of the blanket rope he tied her wrists together, and placed her arms about his shoulders, grasping a rope that sagged away to the wrecked balloon on the road far below. He placed a leg over the ledge, wrapped it around the rope and bracing the other foot against the rock wall, started joyously on his fearful task.

The Petcheneg
They finished their supper. Jmukin rose from the table, and walked up and down the room for a long time, talking interminably. He loved to think of and discuss deep and serious subjects, and was longing to discover some theory that would sustain him in his old age, so that he might find peace of mind, and not think it so terrible to die.

The Phantom Ship
"Yes, he whom you kicked as you were led to prison. The people all say, that it must have been a ghost. The sentry declares that he never left the fort, nor came near him; so how he has got away is a riddle, which I perceive has frightened our commandant not a little."

THE PHILOSOPHER IN THE APPLE ORCHARD--ANTHONY HOPE
"Dear me! And it's quite an interesting case! Yes, I see. The question is, Will she act most wisely in accepting the offer of the man who loves her exceedingly, but for whom she entertains only a moderate affection-"

The Philosophy of Style--Herbert Spencer
Keeping in mind these general truths, we shall be in a condition to understand certain causes of effect in composition now to be considered. Every perception received, and every conception realized, entailing some amount of waste-or, as Liebig would say, some change of matter in the brain; and the efficiency of the faculties subject to this waste being thereby temporarily, though often but momentarily, diminished; the resulting partial inability must affect the acts of perception and conception that immediately succeed.

THE PHOENIX
Then with her mouth she scatters juices around and upon her limbs, about to die with her own funeral rites. Then amidst various odours she yields up(13) her life, nor fears the faith of so great a deposit. In the meantime her body, destroyed by death, which proves the source of life,(14) is hot, and the heat itself produces a flame; and it conceives fire afar off from the light of heaven: it blazes, and is dissolved into burnt ashes. And these ashes collected in death it fuses,(15) as it were, into a mass, and has an effect(16) resembling seed.

The Physiology of Marriage
Love is the most melodious of all harmonies and the sentiment of love is innate. Woman is a delightful instrument of pleasure, but it is necessary to know its trembling strings, to study the position of them, the timid keyboard, the fingering so changeful and capricious which befits it. How many monkeys-men, I mean-marry without knowing what a woman is!

The Physiology of Marriage (Part 2)
"Gentlemen," said the young husband, "are we quite prepared to deliberate upon so grave a question as that which is presented by the universally bad arrangement of the beds? Is there not here a much wider question than that of mere cabinet-making to decide? For my own part I see in it a question which concerns that of universal human intellect. The mysteries of conception, gentlemen, are still enveloped in a darkness which modern science has but partially dissipated.

The Physiology of Marriage Part 3
What should be the conduct of a husband, when he recognizes a last symptom which leaves no doubt as to the infidelity of his wife? There are only two courses open; that of resignation or that of vengeance; there is no third course. If vengeance is decided upon, it should be complete.

The Physiology of Taste--Brillat Savarin
Well; what could be refused to that which sustains us, from the cradle to the grave, which increases the gratifications of love and the confidence of friendship which disarms hatred and offers us, in the short passage of our lives, the only pleasure which not being followed by fatigue makes us weary of all others.

The Picture and Other
HER husband then away, and she alone,/ This neighbour came, and in a whining tone,/ To her observed, when compliments were o'er:-/ I'm all astonishment, and you deplore,/ To find that neighbour William's gone from hence,/ And left your child's completing in suspense,/

THE PIGEON. A Fantasy in Three Acts
H'MAN. [Receiving the coins-a little surprised and a good deal pleased.] Thank'ee, sir. Much obliged, I'm sure. We'll 'ave to come back for this. [He gives the dais a vigorous push with his foot .] Not a fixture, as I understand. Perhaps you'd like us to leave these 'ere for a bit. [He indicates the tea things.]

THE PIGTAIL OF HI WING HO
The police theory of the murder (and I was prepared to accept it) was that the assassin had been crouching in hiding behind or beside the cab-or even within the dark interior. He had leaped in and attacked the woman at the moment that the taxi-man had started his engine; if already inside, the deed had proven even easier. Then, during some block in the traffic, he had slipped out unseen, leaving the body of the victim to be discovered when the cab pulled up at the hotel.

The Pink Fairy Book
So poor little Koma was left alone, while Gon was borne away full of trouble, not in the least knowing what to do. Even the attention paid him by the princess, who was delighted with his beauty and pretty ways, did not console him, but there was no use in fighting against fate, and he could only wait and see what would turn up.

THE PINK LADY
Inside the truck, Doc heard the order, and it was not pleasant news. This delivery truck, being light, was not heavily armored. A grenade under the floorboards would not be pleasant.

The Pirate
"There is mischief in that man, Francisco," said the captain in an under-tone; "I hardly know whom to trust; but he must be watched. He is tampering with the men, and has been for some time; not that it is of much consequence, if he does but remain quiet for a little while. The command of this vessel he is welcome to very soon; but if he attempts too early-"

THE PIRATE ISLE
Doc gave her an object which looked like an iron marble with a small lever, telling her, "Go ahead past the cabin, and be ready to throw this at anyone who bothers you." He gave her four small objects which appeared to be globules of glass filled with a bilious-looking liquid. "Tap on the cabin door," he said, "then drop these and get away. And hold your breath."

THE PLAIN SISTER--DEMETRIOS BIKELAS
The judge stopped in surprise. He had heard of the old gentleman's temper, but had not imagined that anger could raise to such a pitch a voice usually so calm and dignified. He was alarmed and was trying to slip away unseen, when Mr. Mitrophanis interrupted the discussion and called out to him from the depths of the warehouse:

The Planter's Northern Bride--Caroline Lee Hentz
"Yes!" said her mother, " they used to call her pretty Nancy. Her cheeks were as rosy as you ever saw, and she had pretty holes in them, when she laughed; and now, they are so hollow, and such an awful round red spot right in the middle. Oh! Lord a mercy, what will become of me when she's gone, and you not by to comfort me, Miss Euly?"

The Poacher
"Yes, I do, and I wish we could forget it; but in this instance I do not think you have anything to fear. There is no reward offered for your apprehension, but for my poor boy's, who is now wandering over the wide world; and no one would go to the expense to apprehend you, if there was nothing to be gained by it."

The Pocket Diary Found in the Snow
Improved text, supersedes earlier version.

The Poetaster
Ovid. I like not this sudden and general heaviness amongst our godheads; 'tis somewhat ominous. Apollo, command us louder music, and let Mercury and Momus contend to please and revive our senses.

The Poetical Works of George M. Horton
Blown up with painful care, and hard to light,/ A glimmering torch, blown in a moment out;/ Suspended by a webb, an angler's bait,/ Floating at stake along the stream of chance,/ Snatch'd from its hook by the fish of poverty./ A silent cavern is his last abode;/ The king's repository, veil'd with gloom,/ The umbrage of a thousand oziers; bowed,/ The couch of hallowed bones, the slave's asylum,/ The brave's retreat, and end of ev'ry care./

The Poetical Works of Janet Little, the Scotch Milkmaid
From Elly's Land was heard the harp of wo;/ A shepherd, once the blithest of the throng,/ Did mirth inspiring, sportive notes forego,/ And steep'd in tears the melancholy song./

The Poetical Works of Miss Susanna Blamire
GO, idle boy, I quit thy power,/ Thy couch of many a thorn and flower,/ Thy twanging bow, thine arrow keen,/ Deceitful Beauty's timid mien;/ The feign'd surprise, the roguish leer,/ The tender smile, the thrilling tear,/ Have now no pangs-no joys for me,/

The Poetical Works of Susannah Hawkins
WHEN thou, O man! dost make an oath,/ Beware and do not lie;/ Do not swear falsely by His name,/ Who made the earth and sky./

The Poetics
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The Point of View--Elinor Glyn
"It is not a trouble at all," he began, gravely, "on the contrary, it is a great joy and honor for me. I will state the facts immediately. I understand that for a short while you have been engaged to be married to Miss Stella Rawson, the niece of the respected English clergyman, the Reverend Ebley-"

The Political Situation--Olive Schreiner
Those superb pioneers of South Africa, its Boers, have continued to move, as they have always moved, northward: our English colonists have been steadily building up their vil- lages, founding their educational institutions, and establishing a liberal and progressive Government. We have not exhausted or even yet opened up many of the mineral resources of our country; they are still here for the use of our own and future generations; but so far as the colonists, Dutch and English, have populated the land, our progress, though slow, has been wholesome; and the land as a whole has been kept free from many of those crushing evils which afflict the older civilisations of Europe, and even affect some of the younger dependencies.

THE POLITICAL TINKER--Ludvig Holberg
HENRICH. I heard well enough, but I understood very little. I heard them depose emperors and kings and electors, and set up others in their places. Then they talked about excise and consumption, about the stupid people who were in the council, and about the development of Hamburg and the promotion of trade; they looked things up in books and traced things out on maps.

The Politics of Obedience--Etienne de la Boetie
Full title: The Politics of Obedience: The Discourse of Voluntary Servitude

The Pomp of the Lavilettes
He was bearded, but young; his hair grew low on his forehead, and, although it was summer time, a fur cap was set far back, like a fez, upon his black curly hair. His forehead was corrugated, like that of a man of sixty who had lived a hard life; his eyes were small, black and piercing. He wore a thick, short coat, a red sash about his waist, a blue flannel shirt, and a loose red scarf, like a handkerchief, at his throat. His feet were bare, and his trousers were rolled half way up to his knee. In one hand he carried a short pole with a steel pike in it, in the other a rope fastened to a ring in the bear's nose.

The Pony Rider Boys in Montana--Frank Patchin
Tad's left hand joined his right in closing over his adversary's wrist. He whirled sharply, bringing Bob's left arm over his adversary's shoulder. Then something happened that made the cowmen gasp with astonishment. The slender lad lifted the big mountain boy clear of the ground, hurled him over his head, and still clinging to the wrist, brought him down with a smashing jolt, flat on his back in the middle of the village street. Phil Simms narrowly escaped being struck by the heels of the mountain boy's boots as they described a half circle in the air.

The Pony Rider Boys in the Ozarks--Fran Patchin
"Then in a most miraculous way I found Master Ned. I had gone to sleep, worn out and discouraged, not caring much whether I got back or not, the way I felt then. Along toward morning I woke up. I thought I had heard something. I listened, and then all at once realized that some one was snoring not far from me."

The Pony Rider Boys in the Rockies--Frank Gee Patchin
"Yes, the country is full of caves. Some of them are so big that you would lose yourself in them almost at once; while others are merely dens where bears and other animals live. Besides this, there are many abandoned mines up the range further. All are more or less interesting, and some, for various reasons, are dangerous to enter."

The Pool of Blood in the Pastor's Study
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THE POSSESSED (The Devils)
I have been studying Nikolay Vsyevolodovitch of late, and through special circumstances I know a great many facts about him now, at the time I write. I should compare him, perhaps, with some gentlemen of the past of whom legendary traditions are still perceived among us. We are told, for instance, about the Decabrist L-n, that he was always seeking for danger, that he revelled in the sensation, and that it had become a craving of his nature; that in his youth he had rushed into duels for nothing; that in Siberia he used to go to kill bears with nothing but a knife; that in the Siberian forests he liked to meet with runaway convicts, who are, I may observe in passing, more formidable than bears

The Post Office--Rabindranath Tagore
Gaffer. Dear me, of course; you don't have a hill without its waterfalls. Oh, it's like molten diamonds; and, my dear, what dances they have! Don't they make the pebbles sing as they rush over them to the sea. No devil of a doctor can stop them for a moment. The birds looked upon me as nothing but a man, quite a trifling creature without wings-and they would have nothing to do with me.

The Pot Boiler--Upton Sinclair
Will (wildly). Why do we have to start that now? I want to finish the play! (Drags her to work-table.) Come! Sit down here and let's get busy! Right off! Not another word! (They sit side by side.) I've a scene here with Bill. I want to know what you think of it. (Lights begin to rise on Play-play.) Bill comes to see Belle. This manuscript--

The Potato Child & Others--Mrs. Charles J. Woodbury
She felt very sorry for Miss Amanda, and wished she had something to give her, but she could think of nothing except the piece of white paper she found with her potato-child. The afternoon before Christmas she took it from the candle-box, and smoothed it out upon the cover. It had some writing upon one side. Elsie thought it was very pretty writing-it had so many flourishes. Elsie could not read it, of course, but she hoped Miss Amanda would like it.

The Potter's Thumb, Vol. 1--Flora Annie Webster Steel
It was a foolish, aimless little cry, yet somehow it raised a new idea in her mind. What if he had lost his way in that hideous tangle? She was at the blot of shadow in an instant calling again and again. Too late! surely too late, for the bamboo lintel to which she clung frantically swayed. Not down yet-yes! down, and she with it, half kneeling still. She heard a cry from Lewis bidding the others run in on the fire and stamp it out; but as she staggered to her feet still holding on to the lintel something else staggered beside her.

The Potter's Thumb, Vol. 2
Up-stairs on the roof, the connection between Azizan's tears and Zainub's sciatica would have seemed far-fetched, obscure; down-stairs, however, it was self-evident, clear as daylight. Briefly, Aziz had the evil eye, like her grand- father the potter, and she was using it, as her mother had used it. Sixteen years before, after nursing that mother in the damp dungeon, where useless cries could be deadened, Zainub had nearly died of rheumatic fever. Not from the damp, of course; simply from the evil eye.

The Potter's Thumb, Vol. 3
In fact, like many another woman of her type-many a man also-Gwen Boynton had taken refuge from the greater remorse in the lesser one-if indeed there was a greater one?-if indeed the real limit of her sinning had not been that over-confidence to which she had confessed. Not in detail truly; still she had confessed it with tears to Dan, and he had forgiven her en masse; as, no doubt, he would forgive in detail if she had thought it right to tell him what she had told George. But what right had she to put this pain into another man's life, or speak of that vague fear which even Chândni's confession of having stolen the key would not smother utterly?

The Power of Love--Mrs. Manley
'Tis certain that the Dutchess had hitherto no Idea of that dreadful Passion the King pretended to warn her of, and perhaps might have passed over several Years without any reflection that way; but the violent Concern he had shewn, and the Warnings he had given her, made her look towards Love as an inevitable Evil that was bound, as she was a Woman, to overtake her; and therefore she sought, by reading, to be acquainted with its Nature and Effects, that, if possible, she might avoid its fatal Influence.

The Power of Movement in Plants
between the sleep of animals and that of plants,* whether of leaves or flowers. It seems therefore, advisable to give a distinct name to the so-called sleep-movements of plants. These have also generally been confounded, under the term "periodic," with the slight daily rise and fall of leaves, as described in the fourth chapter; and this makes it all the more desirable to give some distinct name to sleep-movements. Nyctitropism and nyctitropic, i.e. night-turning, may be applied both to leaves and flowers, and will be occasionally used by us; but it would be best to confine the term to leaves.

The Practice of the Presence of God
By Brother Lawrence, edited by Lightheart

The Practice of the Presence of God--Brother Lawrence, edited by Lightheart
I pity you much. It will be a great relief if you can leave the care of your affairs to M- and spend the remainder of your life only in worshipping God. He requires no great matters of us; a little remembrance of Him from time to time, a little adoration. Sometimes to pray for His grace. Sometimes to offer Him your sufferings. And sometimes to return Him thanks for the favors He has given you, and still gives you, in the midst of your troubles. Console yourself with Him the oftenest you can. Lift up your heart to Him at your meals and when you are in company. The least little remembrance will always be pleasing to Him.

The Prairie Traveler--Randolph Barnes Marcy
I remember, upon one occasion, as I was riding with a Delaware upon the prairies, we crossed the trail of a large party of Indians traveling with lodges. The tracks appeared to me quite fresh, and I remarked to the Indian that we must be near the party. "Oh no," said he, "the trail was made two days before, in the morning," at the same time pointing with his finger to where the sun would be at about 8 o'clock.

The Prayer--By Violet Hunt
But Mrs Arne had fainted, and fallen heavily off the bed on the other side. Her sister, hastily summoned, attended to her, while the man they had all given over for dead was, with faint gasps and sighs and reluctant moans, pulled, as it were, hustled and dragged back over the threshold of life.

The Preconceptions of Economic Science
However, these and other like filial expressions of a devout optimism need, perhaps, not be taken as integral features of Adam Smith's economic theory, or as seriously affecting the character of his work as an economist. They are the expression of his general philosophical and theological views, and are significant for the present purpose chiefly as evidences of an animistic and optimistic bent.

THE PRESCRIPTION AGAINST HERETICS
We, however, are not permitted to cherish any object(1) after our own will, nor yet to make choice of that which another has introduced of his private fancy. In the Lord's apostles we possess our authority; for even they did not of themselves choose to introduce anything, but faithfully delivered to the nations (of mankind) the doctrine(2) which they had received from Christ.

The Prince--Nicolo Machiavelli
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THE PRINCESS CASAMASSIMA
Note: Dramatized By Frank J. Morlock Based on a novel by Henry James

THE PRINCESS CASAMASSIMA--Henry James
He sank upon the old yellow sofa, the sofa of his lifetime and of so many years before, and buried his head on the shabby, tattered arm. A succession of sobs broke from his lips - sobs in which the accumulated emotion of months and the strange, acute conflict of feelings that had possessed him for the three weeks just past found relief and a kind of solution. Lady Aurora sat down beside him, and laid her finger-tips gently on his hand. So, for a minute, while his tears flowed and she said nothing, he felt her timid, consoling touch. At the end of the minute he raised his head; it came back to him that she had said "we" just before, and he asked her whom she meant.--This is the version serialized 1885-86 by the Atlantic Monthly.

The Princess de Montpensier--Mme. de Lafayette
The Duc de Guise recognised her immediately in spite of the changes which had taken place in her appearance in the three years since he had last seen her. He told the Duc d'Anjou who she was and the Duc was at first embarrassed at the liberty he had taken, but then, struck by the Princess's beauty, he decided to venture a little further, and after a thousand excuses and a thousand compliments he invented a serious matter which required his presence on the opposite bank, and accepted the offer which she made of a passage in her boat.

The Princess of Cleves--Madame de Lafayette
Though the Congress of Cercamp had been broken off, the negotiations for the peace were continued, and things were so disposed, that towards the latter end of February the conferences were reassumed at Chateau-Cambresis; the same plenipotentiaries were sent as before, and the Mareschal de St. Andre being one, his absence freed the Duke de Nemours from a rival, who was formidable rather from his curiosity in observing those who addressed to Madam de Cleves, than from any advances he was capable of making himself in her favour.

The Private Life
"Oh, you don't know how he's armed!" she exclaimed, with such an odd quaver that I could account for it only by her being nervous. This idea was confirmed by her moving just afterwards, changing her seat rather pointlessly, not as if to cut our conversation short, but because she was in a fidget. I couldn't know what was the matter with her, but I was presently relieved to see Mrs Adney come toward us.

The Privateersman
"I tell you frankly that he will be very indignant. There is an excitement about the privateering which has become almost necessary to him, and he cares little about the remainder of his speculations. He is so blind to the immorality to which it leads, that he does not think it is an unlawful pursuit; if he did, I am sure that he would abandon it. All my persuasion has been useless."

The Problem of Dead Wood Hall--Dick Donovan
The post-mortem examination, which was necessarily held, revealed the curious fact that the blood in the body had become thin and purplish, with a faint strange odour that could not be identified. All the organs were extremely congested, and the flesh presented every appearance of rapid decomposition. In fact, twelve hours after death putrefaction had taken place. The medical gentlemen who had the case in hand were greatly puzzled, and were at a loss to determine the precise cause of death.

The Prodigal Judge--Vaughan Kester
Then there was a scarcely audible rustle on the margin of the woods, a dry branch snapped loudly. A little pause succeeded in which the judge's heart stood still. Next a stealthy step sounded in the clearing. The judge had an agonized vision of regulators and lynchers. The beat of his pulse quickened. He knew something of the boisterous horseplay of the frontier. The sheriff had spoken of tar and feathers-very quietly he stood erect and picked up the stool.

The Professional Aunt--Mary C.E. Wemyss
To begin with, Aunt Anna proceeded to explain, she could never place herself in a position to which she was not born; she did not think it right. She said that Claud then urged her to look at it from stranger's point of view, since that of man of the world was impracticable, which Aunt Anna said was a thing no mother could do, nor would she wish to do it. She left such things to actresses.

The Progress of Wit and Other
O JESUS! quite abashed the Abbess cried;/ What is it?-fy!-a man would you provide?/ Yes, they rejoined, 'tis clearly what you want,/ And you will die without a brisk gallant;/ One truly able will alone suffice;/ And, if not such, take two we would advise.

The Progressive Democracy of James M. Cox--Charles E. Morris
"A man who has occupied this position without interruption during three administrations would be a failure at the very outstart if he resorted to devious conduct or political duplicity. He has but one master-the people at large. To reach this position he had to have courage, be truthful, exercise sound and practical business judgment, and at the same time have a vision looking to the betterment of the condition of his fellow-man."

The Prophecy of Saint Oran and Other Poems--Mathilde Blind
Impassive, though in silent wonder, stood/ The islesmen while these worshipped, on their shore,/ A thorn-crowned figure nailed upon the wood,/ From whose pierced side the dark blood seemed to pour;/ While on the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost/ They loudly called as brow and breast they crost./

THE PROPHET OF BERKELEY SQUARE
Note: Adapted from the novel of Robert Hichens By Frank J. Morlock

THE PROPOSAL
NATALYA STEPANOVNA. Ours! You can go on proving it for two days on end, you can go and put on fifteen dress-jackets, but I tell you they're ours, ours, ours! I don't want anything of yours and I don't want to give up anything of mine. So there!

The Prose Life of Alexander--Robert Thornton
Darius, kyng of kynges, and lorde of lorde, vn-till oure seruande Alexander. Thorowte all þe werlde þe name of Darius es praysed commended. Oure godde also hase it wreten in thaire bukes. How than durste þou be so balde, for to passe so many waters, and see, Mountaynes cragge, for to werraye agaynes oure royalle maiestee. A grete wirchip me thynke it ware to þe, if þou myghte mawgre oures, hafe in possessioun þe kyngdome of Macedoyne all anely, wit-owtten mare.

The Prose of Alfred Lichtenstein
I decided to free myself from myself a long time ago. The most important motive for the action was: I really don't like myself. I happen to be unable to bear the idea of living with myself for an entire life. I have often complained that I cannot get rid of myself. I feel myself as a terrible burden. I would like to be in a courageous, honorable, pure young man.

The Pupil
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The Puzzle of Dickens's Last Plot--Andrew Lang
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The Quality of Mercy--John M. Oskison
Full title: The Quality of Mercy: A Story of the Indian Territory

The Queen of Atlantis--Pierre Benoit
"Just consider," he continued, more calmly, "the mistake made by those believers in Atlantis in explaining the cataclysm in which they thought the wonderful island had sunk completely beneath the waves. They all believed it had been engulfed. As a matter of fact there was no immersion, there was an emersion. New lands have emerged from the waves of the Atlantic. The desert has replaced the sea. The sebkhas, the salt-marshes, the Triton lakes, the sandy Syrtes are the solitary vestiges of moving waves over which the fleets once sailed to conquer Attica. Sand swallows up civilisation better than water.

The Queen of Sheba--Thomas Bailey Aldrich
"The thousandth part of a minute late!" cried Flemming, throwing open the door. "There's no excuse for me. When a man lives in a city where they manufacture a hundred thousand watches a year-that's one watch and a quarter every five minutes day and night-it's a moral duty to be punctual. Ned, you look like a prize pink this morning."

The Queen's Ball--Caroline Clive
How soon forgotten are the Dead!/ A splendid throng the Palace calls/ To meet and revel in its halls;/ And of the names that thus are sped,/ Seven score and ten of them are dead./

The Quid Pro Quo and Other
THE lady had a maid, whose form and size,/ Height, easy manners, action, lips, and eyes,/ Were thought to be so very like her own,/ That one from t'other scarcely could be known;/ The mistress was the prettiest of the two;/ But, in a mask where much escapes the view,

The Race of Orven--M. P. Shiel
What part did the burglars play in the tragedy? Were they in collusion with Cibras? Had the strange behaviour of at least one of the inmates of Orven Hall no hidden significance? The wildest guesses were made throughout the country; theories propounded. But no theory explained all the points. The ferment, however, has now subsided. To-morrow morning Maude Cibras ends her life on the gallows."

The Rainbow and the Rose--E. Nesbit
OH, what a garden it was, living gold, living green,/ Full of enchantments like spices embalming the air,/ There, where you fled and I followed-you ever unseen,/ Yet each glad pulse of me cried to my heart, "She is there!"/

THE RAY OF DISPLACEMENT
My mind was flying like the current through my coils. How could I restore the carbon to its original, as I must, if at all, without touching it, and how could I gain time without betraying my secret? "You are very short," I said. "What would you do with your officer?"

The Readjustment
Jossylin threw out, appeasingly. "It's to cost three hundred and fifty." The Presence stirred. The neighbor thought she could fairly see the controlled tolerance with which Emma Jossylin threw off the evidence of Sim's ineptitude.

The Real Diary of a Real Boy--Henry A. Shute
So i have got to keep it, but it seems to me that my diry is worth a quarter of a dolar a week if fathers is worth $1000 dolars, everybody says father was a buster when he was a boy and went round with Gim Melcher and Charles Talor. my grandmother says i am the best boy she ever see, if i dident go with Beany Watson and Pewter Purinton, it was Beany and Pewt made me tuf.

The Real Right Thing
The extraordinary thing thus became that it made him not only sad not to feel Doyne's presence, but in a high degree uneasy. It was stranger, somehow, that he shouldn't be there than it had ever been that he was - so strange indeed at last that Withermore's nerves found themselves quite inconsequently affected.

THE REAL SHERLOCK HOLMES
Note: Dramatized from an original story by Frank J. Morlock

The Recreations of A Country Parson--A. K. H. Boyd
In such a life, indeed, these Essays, which never would have been begun had my duty been always such, must be written in little snatches of time: and perhaps a sharp critic could tell, from internal evidence, which of them have been written in the country and which in the town. I look up from the table at which I write: and the roses, honeysuckle, and the fuchsias, of a year since, are far away: through the window I discover lofty walls, whose colour inclines to black. Yet I have not regretted the day, and I do not believe I ever will regret the day, when I ceased to be a Country Parson

The Red and the Black--Adapted from Stendhal By F. J. MORLOCK
Fouque If you don't feel like living with me, you can go back to the seminary after a short time. And, I can promise you the best parish in the district, because I supply firewood to the Archbishop and several of the leading citizens who need it for their factories, so . . .

THE RED MENACE
The two men had exchanged the pass words of the Seventh Star-the secret order of Royalist Russia, which had numbered among its members only the most trusted nobles of the czarist regime.

The Red One
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The Red Room--H. G. Wells
'It is what I came for,' I said, and moved towards the door. As I did so, the old man with the shade rose and staggered round the table, so as to be closer to the others and to the fire. At the door I turned and looked at them, and saw they were all close together, dark against the firelight, staring at me over their shoulders, with an intent expression on their ancient faces.

The Red Rover, Volume 1
"Pause," he exclaimed to his unceremonious bearers, as they were about to transport him to the place designated by their Captain; "I have one word yet to say. Honest and loyal Rebel, though I do not accept your service, neither do I refuse it in an unseemly and irreverent manner. It is a sore temptation, and I feel it at my fingers' ends.

The Red Rover, Volume 2
"If I know the stern from the bows of a ship, what you say is truth," returned the other, with some austerity. "Hark ye, Mr Ark, I've a mind to furnish the coxcomb a lesson in respect for his superiors, and give him a row to whet his appetite. By the Lord, I will; and he may write home an account of this manoeuvre, too, in his next despatches. Fill away the after-yards, sir; fill away.

The Refutation of All Heresies, Book 1
And he admits natures (such as those) of demons, and says that some of them are good, but others worthless. And some affirm that he states the soul to be uncreated and immortal, when he uses the following words, "Every soul is immortal, for that which is always moved is immortal;" and when he demonstrates that the soul is self-moved, and capable of originating motion. Others, however, (say that Plato asserted that the soul was) created, but rendered imperishable through the will of God.

The Refutation of All Heresies, Book 10
Now the Docetae advance assertions of this description: that the primal Deity is as a seed of the fig-tree; and that from this proceeded three AEons as the stem, and the leaves and the fruit; and that these projected thirty AEons, each (of them) ten; and that they were all united in decades, but differed only in positions, as some were before others. And (the Docetae assert) that infinite AEons were indefinitely projected, and that all these were hermaphrodites. And (they say) that these AEons formed a design of simultaneously going together into one AEon, and that from this the intermediate AEon and from the Virgin Mary they begot a Saviour of all.

The Refutation of All Heresies, Book 4
For it is incredible that all, distant from one another by a long interval of duration, should have been born under the urn of Aquarius. For it is not reasonable to say, that frequently, for one whose fate it was to be destroyed in the sea, all who were with him in the same vessel should perish. For why should the doom of this man subdue the (destinies) of all? Nay, but why, on account of one for whom it was allotted to die on land, should not all be preserved?

The Refutation of All Heresies, Book 5
In order, therefore, that finally the Great Man from above may be overpowered, "from whom," as they say, "the whole family named on earth and in the heavens has been formed, to him was given also a soul, that through the soul he might suffer; and that the enslaved image may be punished of the Great and most Glorious and Perfect Man, for even so they call him. Again, then, they ask what is the soul, and whence, and what kind in its nature, that, coming to the man and moving him,(2) it should enslave and punish the image of the Perfect Man.

The Refutation of All Heresies, Book 6
For, he says, he is in the habit of considering that all these portions of the fire, both visible and invisible, are possessed of perception and a share of intelligence.(5) The world, therefore, that which is generated, was produced from the unbegotten fire. It began, however, to exist, he says, according to the following manner. He who was begotten from the principle of that fire took six roots, and those primary ones, of the originating principle of generation. And, he says that the roots were made from the fire in pairs, which roots he terms "Mind" and "Intelligence," "Voice" and "Name," "Ratiocination" and "Reflection."

The Refutation of All Heresies, Book 7
But concerning Substance, the statements now made will suffice. But not only is Substance denominated genus, species, (and) individual, but also matter, and form, and privation. There is, however, (as regards the substance,) in these no difference, even though the division be allowed to stand. Now, inasmuch as Substance is of this description, the arrangement of the world has taken place according to some such plan as the following. The world is divided, according to Aristotle, into very numerous and diversified parts.

The Refutation of All Heresies, Book 8
After, then, he had formed the firmament over the nether world, "he both divided the darkness from the light, and called the light which was above the firmament day, and the darkness he called night."(1) When all the infinite species, then, as I have said, of the third AEon were intercepted in this the lowest darkness, the figure also of the AEon himself, such as he has been described, was impressed (upon them) along with the rest (of his attributes).

The Refutation of All Heresies, Book 9
Now Callistus brought forward Zephyrinus himself, and induced him publicly to avow the following sentiments: "I know that there is one God, Jesus Christ; nor except Him do I know any other that is begotten and amenable to suffering." And on another occasion, when he would make the following statement: "The Father did not die, but the Son." Zephyrinus would in this way continue to keep up ceaseless disturbance among the people. And we,(5) becoming aware of his sentiments, did not give place to him, but reproved and withstood him for the truth's sake.

THE REIGN OF UYA THE LION.
So the dark crept upon Eudena, and the moon grew bright, and the shadows of things that had fled up the hillside and vanished with the evening came back to them short and black, And the dark shapes in the thicket of reeds and alders where the lion lay, gathered, and a faint stir began there. But nothing came out therefrom all through the gathering of the darkness.

The Religion of Babylonia and Assyria--Theophilus G. Pinches
Though there is no proof that ancestor-worship in general prevailed at any time in Babylonia, it would seem that the worship of heroes and prominent men was common, at least in early times. The tenth chapter of Genesis tells us of the story of Nimrod, who cannot be any other than the Merodach of the Assyro-Babylonian inscriptions; and other examples, occurring in semi-mythological times, are En-we-dur-an-ki , the Greek Edoreschos, and Gilgames

The Restoration of the Works of Art to Italy--Felicia Hemans
LAND of departed fame ! whose classic plains/ Have proudly echo'd to immortal strains;/ Whose hallow'd soil hath given the great and brave/ Daystars of life, a birth-place and a grave;/ Home of the Arts ! where glory's faded smile/ Sheds lingering light o'er many a mouldering pile;/

The Riches of Bunyan--Jeremiah Rev. Chaplin
Oh, when every providence of God unto thee is like the messengers of Job, and the last to bring more heavy tidings than all that went before him; when life, estate, wife, children, body and soul, and all at once, seem to be struck at by heaven and earth, here are hard lessons-now to behave myself even as a weaned child: now to say, "The Lord gave, and the Lord hath taken away; blessed be the name of the Lord."

The Right of Way--Gilbert Parker
During the first two days of the trial the case had gone wholly against the prisoner, who had given his name as Joseph Nadeau. Witnesses had heard him quarrelling with the murdered man, and the next day the body of the victim had been found by the roadside. The prisoner was a stranger in the lumber-camp where the deed was done, and while there had been morose and lived apart; no one knew him; and he refused to tell even his lawyer whence he came, or what his origin, or to bring witnesses from his home to speak for his character.

The River Scamander and Other
THE young Aminta was Gerontes' wife,/ With whom she lived, it seems, a wretched life./ Far better she deserved than what she had,/ For he was jealous, and his temper bad:/ An aged hunks, while she was in the hour/ When hearts, that never felt LOVE'S mighty pow'r,/

The Road and Other Stories
Now the first blind of a fast train in a driving snowstorm is no summer picnic. The wind goes right through one, strikes the front of the car, and comes back again. At the first stop, darkness having come on, I went forward and interviewed the fireman. I offered to "shove" coal to the end of his run, which was Rawlins, and my offer was accepted. My work was out on the tender, in the snow, breaking the lumps of coal with a sledge and shovelling it forward to him in the cab. But as I did not have to work all the time, I could come into the cab and warm up now and again.

The Roadmender--Michael Fairless
For the most part mystery has ceased for this working Western world, and with it reverence. Coventry Patmore says: "God clothes Himself actually and literally with His whole creation. Herbs take up and assimilate minerals, beasts assimilate herbs, and God, in the Incarnation and its proper Sacrament, assimilates us, who, says St Augustine, 'are God's beasts.'" It is man in his blind self- seeking who separates woof from weft in the living garment of God, and loses the more as he neglects the outward and visible signs of a world-wide grace.

The Roadmender--Michael Fairless
Improved text, supersedes earlier version.

The Rocker--Oliver Onions
"That cannot be. I know what you mean, but it cannot be. . . . He died on the eve of his wedding. For my bridal clothes they made me black garments instead. It is long ago, and now I wear neither black nor white, but-" her hands made a gesture.

The Roman Traitor, V1--Henry William Herbert
Full title: The Roman Traitor: A True Tale of the Republic, Volume 1

The Roman Traitor, Volume 2
At length Aulus Fulvius had threatened in the plainest language outrages so enormous, that the poor girl's spirit sank, and that she took an oath, in order to avoid immediate indignities, and those the most atrocious, to remain silent during the next six hours.

The Romance and Tragedy--William Ingraham Russell
Full title: THE ROMANCE AND TRAGEDY OF A WIDELY KNOWN BUSINESS MAN OF NEW YORK BY HIMSELF (WILLIAM INGRAHAM RUSSELL)... he tried to regroup in Baltimore.

The Romance of Certain Old Clothes--Henry James
Neither flinched nor fluttered beneath the silent battery of her sister's eyes. The only apparent change in their habits was that they had less to say to each other. It was impossible to talk about Mr Lloyd, and it was ridiculous to talk about anything else. By tacit agreement they began to wear all their choice finery, and to devise such little implements of conquest, in the way of ribbons and top-knots and kerchiefs, as were sanctioned by indubitable modesty. They executed in the same inarticulate fashion a contract of fair play in this exciting game. 'Is it better so?'

The Romany Rye--George Borrow
Improved text, supersedes earlier version.

The Roots of the Mountains--William Morris
Full title: THE ROOTS OF THE MOUNTAINS WHEREIN IS TOLD SOMEWHAT OF THE LIVES OF THE MEN OF BURGDALE THEIR FRIENDS THEIR NEIGHBOURS THEIR FOEMEN AND THEIR FELLOWS IN ARMS

The Rose in the Ring--George Barr McCutcheon
He held his tongue for a moment, wavering between impulse and delicacy. His gaze went to Christine's half-averted face. He was moved by sudden apprehension. Was she beginning to suspect the real attitude of Colonel Bob Grand toward her mother? Was it something more than mere antipathy that filled her heart?

THE ROSE PRINCESS--A play by Frank J. Morlock Based on a fairy tale
KING: Now I think on it, it was the fairies helped him to the throne.

The Rosicrucian Principles of Child Training--Max Heindel
In order to compensate for this lack the Ego is then usually brought to birth among the same friends who lamented over it, and is taken from them while yet in the years of childhood. Then it enters the Desire World, but it does not go any higher than the First Heaven, because it is not responsible for its actions any more than the unborn child is responsible for the pain it causes the mother by turning and twisting in her womb. Therefore the child has no purgatorial existence.

The Rover Boys at School
"I mean just this, Captain Putnam. I came to Putnam Hall with the best intention in the world of doing my duty as a pupil and becoming a credit to your institution. I hadn't a thought of breaking a rule or being impudent. Before I entered your grounds I thought of a big fire cracker I had in my pocket, and just for the fun of the thing set the cracker off, as a sort of farewell to the outdoor life so soon to be left behind."

The Rover Boys in the Jungle
Scarcely had the words left his mouth when the bushes came up by the roots and poor Sam fell over on his side. Then came another strong puff of wind, and he was dragged to the very edge of the rocky ledge!

The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam Jr.--Wallace Irwin
And true as Star and Star pursue their Course/ Must Rapture crumb to Ashes of Remorse:/ How many a Marriage License that is writ/ Has proved a legal Permit to Divorce!/

The Ruines of Time--Edmund Spenser
Looke backe, who list, vnto the former ages,/ And call to count, what is of them become:/ Where be those learned wits and antique Sages,/ Which of all wisedome knew the perfect somme:/ Where those great warriors, which did ouercomme/ The world with conquest of their might and maine,/ And made one meare of th' earth & of their raine?/

The Ruins of the Abbey of Fitz-Martin--Anonymous
The old man started back with increased surprise, exclaiming, 'And pray what is thy business with Norman Clare?' 'The simple-hearted Owen entered into a full detail of his mission, adding, 'if such a person as Norman was alive, his master, Sir Thomas, Lord of Fitz-Martin's abbey and lands, demanded his assistance at the above named mansion.'

THE RUSTLING DEATH
Monk, Ham and Tester Lyons followed the bronze man into the outer office. There were no files of any importance kept in that room. So Doc went on into the bigger office. There was a slight spark as Doc opened the door. Instantly, an ominous rustling sound lifted into the room.

The S. S.--M. P. Shiel
I grew to consider the ravaging life that glared and blazed in his sunken eye as too volcanic, demonic, to be canny: the mystery, I decided at last-if mystery there were-was too deep, too dark, for him. Hence perhaps it was, that I now absented myself more and more from him in the adjoining room in which I slept. There one day I sat reading over the latest list of horrors, when I heard a loud cry from the vaulted chamber. I rushed to the door and beheld him standing, gazing with wild eyes at the ebony tablet held straight out in front of him.

The Satires, Epistles, and Art of Poetry--Horace
From an 1874 edition of the Connington translation. Thanks to everyone who contributed to this!

THE SATYRICON of Petronius, Illustrated, v1
Wiping away the sweat with his hands, he replied, "If you only knew what I have gone through!" "What was it?" I demanded. "A most respectable looking person came up to me," he made reply, "while I was wandering all over the town and could not find where I had left my inn, and very graciously offered to guide me. He led me through some very dark and crooked alleys, to this place, pulled out his tool, and commenced to beg me to comply with his appetite.

THE SATYRICON of Petronius, Illustrated, v2
We Were in the midst of these delicacies when, to the sound of music, Trimalchio himself was carried in and bolstered up in a nest of small cushions, which forced a snicker from the less wary. A shaven poll protruded from a scarlet mantle, and around his neck, already muffled with heavy clothing, he had tucked a napkin having a broad purple stripe and a fringe that hung down all around. On the little finger of his left hand he wore a massive gilt ring, and on the first joint of the next finger, a smaller one which seemed to me to be of pure gold, but as a matter of fact it had iron stars soldered on all around it.

THE SATYRICON of Petronius, Illustrated, v3
The landlord made his appearance with a part of our little supper, while this lover's comedy was being enacted and, taking in the very disorderly spectacle which we presented, lying there and wallowing as we were, "Are you drunk," he demanded, "or are you runaway slaves, or both? Who turned up that bed there? What's the meaning of all these sneaking preparations? You didn't want to pay the room-rent, you didn't, by Hercules, you didn't; you wanted to wait till night and run away into the public streets, but that won't go here! This is no widow's joint, I'll show you that; not yet it ain't!

THE SATYRICON of Petronius, Illustrated, v4
I was stricken dumb, and trembled from fear of punishment, nor could I find anything to say, out of countenance as I was and hideous, for to the disgrace of a shaven poll was added an equal baldness in the matter of eyebrows; the case against me was only too plain, there was not a thing to be said or done! Finally, a damp sponge was passed over my tear-wet face, and thereupon, the smut dissolved and spread over my whole countenance, blotting out every feature in a sooty cloud. Anger turned into loathing.

THE SATYRICON of Petronius, Illustrated, v5
"What witches" (she cried,) "have devoured your manhood? What filth did you tread upon at some crossroads, in the dark? Not even by the boy could you do your duty but, weak and effeminate, you are worn out like a cart-horse at a hill, you have lost both labor and sweat! Not content with getting yourself into trouble, you have stirred up the wrath of the gods against me {and I will make you smart for it."} She then led me, unresisting, back into the priestess's room, pushed me down upon the bed, snatched a cane that hung upon the door, and gave me another thrashing:

THE SATYRICON of Petronius, Illustrated, v6
The origin of this vice (all peoples, savage and civilized, have been infected with it) is lost in the mists which shroud antiquity. The Old Testament contains many allusions to it, and Sodom was destroyed because a long-suffering deity could not find ten men in the entire city who were not addicted to its practice. So saturated was this city of the ancient world with the vice that the very name of the city or the adjective denoting citizenship in that city have transmitted the stigma to modern times. (notes)

THE SATYRICON of Petronius, Illustrated, v7
The question here has to do with a procurers or go-between. That profession has gradually fallen into discredit by I know not what fatality, which befalls the most worthy things. Cervantes the only philosophic author Spain has produced, wanted that calling to be venerated in cities above all others. And truly, when one thinks how much finesse is necessary to pursue that profession with success, when one considers that those who practice that truly liberal art are the repositories of the most important as well as the most sacred secrets, one would never fail to have the greatest respect for them. (notes)

The Satyricon--Petronius Arbiter
This version was translated by William Burnaby. So that's three chances to read up on Trimalchio.

THE SCALE (or LADDER) of PERFECTION--WALTER HILTON
This was the dignity and worth of man's soul by nature at his first creation, which thou hadst in Adam before the first sin. But when Adam sinned, choosing love and delight in himself and in the creatures, he lost all his excellency and dignity, and thou, also, in him, and fell from that Blessed Trinity into a foul, dark, wretched trinity; that is to say, into forgetting of God and ignorance of himself, and into a beastly love and liking of himself, and all this he did wittingly and willingly.

The Scarlet Letter
Improved text, supersedes earlier version.

THE SCENT OF DEATH
"That truck the mob highjacked!" expressed Cardona. "They weren't after anything. They were putting those golden flowers in it!" Then, as The Shadow's whisper gave corroboration, Joe added: "But this slip" -- he was fingering it -- "still says roses.

The Sceptic; a Poem--Felicia Dorothea Browne Hemans
No ! still thro' clouds he wins his upward way/ And proudly claims his heritage of day !/ -And shall the spirit, on whose ardent gaze,/ The day-spring from on high hath pour'd its blaze,/ Turn from that pure effulgence, to the beam/

The Scouts of Stonewall
Full title: THE SCOUTS OF STONEWALL THE STORY OF THE GREAT VALLEY CAMPAIGN (continuation of "Bull Run").

THE SCULPTOR OF BRUGES.--Dinah Maria Craik
Three days after this, two armed officers of justice made their appearance in the dwelling of the sculptor of Bruges. They came to take prisoner the master of the house, accused of the crime of murder! From the day of the contest in the hall, Melchior Kunst had never been seen, until that morning, when his lifeless body had floated up from the bed of the canal into the very market-place.

The Sea Fogs
I suppose it was nearly seven when I once more mounted the platform to look abroad. The fog ocean had swelled up enormously since last I saw it; and a few hundred feet below me, in the deep gap where the Toll House stands and the road runs through into Lake County, it had already topped the slope, and was pouring over and down the other side like driving smoke.

The Sea Lions; or, The Lost Sealers Volume 1
The visit of Captain Daggett, taken in connection with all that he had said and done, while on Oyster Pond, and at Sag Harbour, had the effect greatly to hasten the equipments of the Sea Lion. Deacon Pratt knew the characters of the seamen of the island too well, to trifle in a matter of so much moment. How much the Vineyard folk had been told, in reference to his great secrets, he did not know; but he felt assured that they knew enough

The Sea Lions; or, The Lost Sealers Volume 2
Taking the hour, the weather, and the object before him into the account, Roswell Gardiner felt that he was now enlisted in the most important undertaking of his whole life, as he and Stephen shook hands with the two mates, and left the point. The drifts rendered a somewhat circuitous path necessary at first; but the moon and stars shed so much of their radiance on the frozen covering of the earth, that the night was quite as light as many a London day. Excitement and motion kept the blood of our two adventurers in a brisk circulation, and prevented their becoming immediately conscious of the chill intensity of the cold to which they were exposed.

THE SEA-CAPTAIN; OR, THE BIRTHRIGHT--Bulwer Lytton
Thou traitor! Hadst thou not five hundred broad pieces-bright, new, gold broad pieces? I recollect the face of every one of them as if it were my own child's;-and all, all that thou mightst never say to me "He lives."

The Sea-Gull
TREPLIEFF. [Looking at the stage] Just like a real theatre! See, there we have the curtain, the foreground, the background, and all. No artificial scenery is needed. The eye travels direct to the lake, and rests on the horizon. The curtain will be raised as the moon rises at half-past eight.

The Sea-Raiders--H.G. Wells
The creatures, it seems, like most deep-sea organisms, were phosphorescent, and they had been floating, five fathoms deep or so, like creatures of moonshine through the blackness of the water, their tentacles retracted and as if asleep, rolling over and over, and moving slowly in a wedge-like formation towards the south-east.

THE SEALED BOX
Clyde and Larry could have evened that struggle, if Theda hadn't come into it. Gunless, the tough blonde grabbed up the sealed box as a weapon. With both hands, she bludgeoned the back of Larry's head. It was the flat bottom of the box that whacked him, but the blow was hard enough to slump him.

The Second Apology of Justin For the Christians
For I myself, when I discovered tile wicked keel disguise which tile evil spirits had thrown around the divine doctrines of the Christians, to turn aside others from joining them laughed both at those who framed these falsehoods, and at the disguise itself and at popular opinion and I confess that I both boast and with all my strength strive to be found a Christian; not because the teachings of Plato are different from those of Christ, but because they are not in all respects similar, as neither are those of the others, Stoics, and poets, and historians.

THE SECOND EPISTLE OF ST. IGNATIUS TO THE EPHESIANS
Pray for all men; for there is hope of repentance for them, that they may be counted worthy of God. By your works especially let them be instructed. Against their harsh words be ye conciliatory, by meekness of mind and gentleness. Against their blasphemies do ye give yourselves to prayer; and against their error be ye armed with faith.

THE SECOND EPISTLE--POPE FABIAN
"For a just man will fall seven times in a day, and will rise again; but the wicked shall fall into mischief. Rejoice not when thine enemy falleth," saith Solomon, "and let not thine heart be glad when he stumbleth; lest the Lord see it, and it displease Him, and He turn away His wrath from him. Fret not thyself because of evil-doers, neither be thou envious at the wicked: for the evil have not the hope of the future, and the candle of the wicked shall be put out.

THE SECOND EPISTLE--Pope Pontianus
Full title: THE SECOND EPISTLE. TO ALL BISHOPS. ON BROTHERLY LOVE, AND ON AVOIDING THE EVIL.

THE SECOND EPISTLE. TO ALL THE BISHOPS OF GAUL.--Pope Callistus
For it is but equitable that those who despise the divine mandates, and prove themselves disobedient to the ordinances of the fathers, should be chastised with severer penalties, in order that others may fear to do such things, and that all may rejoice in brotherly concord, and all take to themselves the example of severity and goodness. For if (which may God forbid) we neglect the care of the Church, and are regardless of its strength, our slothfulness will destroy discipline, and injury will be done assuredly to the souls of the faithful. Such persons, moreover, are not to be admitted to accuse any one: neither can their voice, nor that of those who are under the ban, injure or criminate any man.

THE SECOND EPISTLE. TO THE BISHOPS OF THE PROVINCE OF EGYPT.--Zephyrinus
But we pray that a door of enclosure be placed upon their mouths, as we desire that no one perish or be defiled by their lips, and that they think or publish with their mouth no hurtful word. Whence also the Lord speaks by the prophet, "I said I will take heed to my ways, that I sin not with my tongue." (13) May the Lord Almighty, and His only-begotten Son and our Saviour Jesus Christ, give you this incitement, that with all means in your power you aid all the brethren under whatsoever tribulations they labour, and esteem, as is meet, their sufferings your own. Afford them the utmost assistance by word and deed, that ye may be found His true disciples, who enjoined all to love the brethren as themselves.

THE SECOND HOMILY
It brings us the glad tidings of this economy of the Saviour altogether to be praised, to wit, that to them who had wandered astray the way of salvation was shown, and that to the despairing the grace of salvation was made known, which blesses all in different modes; searching after the erring, enlightening the blinded, giving life to the dead, setting free the slaves, redeeming the captives, and becoming all things to all of us in order to be the true way of salvation to us: and all this He does, not by reason of our goodwill toward Him, but in virtue of a benignity that is proper to our Benefactor Himself.

The Secret Rose--W. B. Yeats
A man, with thin brown hair and a pale face, half ran, half walked, along the road that wound from the south to the town of Sligo. Many called him Cumhal, the son of Cormac, and many called him the Swift, Wild Horse; and he was a gleeman, and he wore a short parti-coloured doublet, and had pointed shoes, and a bulging wallet. Also he was of the blood of the Ernaans, and his birth-place was the Field of Gold; but his eating and sleeping places where the four provinces of Eri, and his abiding place was not upon the ridge of the earth.

THE SEEDS OF LOVE
JEREMY. Come now. Let's have a try. I count as no one have a steadier hand nor me this side of the river, nor a finer eye for seeing as everything be in its place. I'll settle the both of you afore I gets out the horse and trap. Turn round.

THE SELF-SEER.--Dinah Maria Craik
"I am sinful; I think only of myself, and remember not him who struggles with hopeless love. Shame! that I should dream of piercing another's breast with the same arrow that almost drank the life-blood of my own! And yet, if Lucia loves me-. But I will think no more."

The Separate Room--Ethel Colburn Mayne
He had a shrug and a grunted word for it; she felt again that haunting sense of error. . . . It made her the more ardent when the evening at the Yellow Theatre arrived. Her mind was stretched to fullest tension; the little opera was Russian of the subtlest, all accumulation and intention, expressed in a new, disconcerting scale, "that beats Schônberg," said one of the appalling experts among whom she sat, "into an egg-flip."

THE SERVANT PROBLEM
Note: Translated and Adapted from Crispin, Rival of His Master By Alain-Rene Le Sage

The Settlers in Canada
"He was killed by an Indian, but it is difficult to say why. For many years he had made friends with us and had received a liberal pension from the Government; but it appears that his hatred against the English had again broken out, and in a council held by the Indians, he proposed assailing us anew. After he had spoken, an Indian buried his knife in his heart, but whether to gratify a private animosity or to avoid a further warfare with those who had always thinned their tribes, it is difficult to ascertain.

The Seventh Man--Max Brand
To be sure, there would be danger in it, but as Barry himself had said, if the way was closed to him he could surrender to them, and they could not harm him. Vic tried in vain to understand this overmastering terror in the girl, for she seemed more afraid of what Dan might do to the posse than what the posse might do to Dan.

The Seventh Man--Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch
"It's the bears-the bears! They've come after Bill, and next it'll be my turn. I warned you-I told you he wasn't deep enough. O Lord, have mercy . . . mercy. . . !" He pattered off into a prayer, his voice and teeth chattering.

The Shadow of a Midnight--Maurice Baring
"When the clock struck a quarter to twelve I yawned for the first time, and I felt thankful that sleep seemed at last to be coming to me. I left off reading, and taking my watch in my hand I waited for midnight to strike. This quarter of an hour seemed an eternity. At last the hands of my watch showed that it was one minute to twelve. I put out my candle and began counting sixty, waiting for the clock to strike. I had counted a hundred and sixty, and still the clock had not struck. I counted up to four hundred; then I thought I must have made a mistake. I lit my candle again, and looked at my watch: it was two minutes past twelve. And still the clock had not struck!

The Shagganappi--E. Pauline Johnson
"Sleeping medicine," he said, pointing to the teapot. "He not have pain. You stay until he awake, then you ride on to Fort o' Farewell. You take some food. You leave some for us. You send wagon, take him home. I stay with him. Maybe four, five days before you get there and send wagon back. You trust me? I give him sleeping medicine. I watch him. You trust me-Five Feathers?"

The Sheriff's Children--Charles Chesnutt
The woman went into the dining-room, and a moment later the sheriff came to the door. He was a tall, muscular man, of a ruddier complexion than is usual among Southerners. A pair of keen, deep-set gray eyes looked out from under bushy eyebrows, and about his mouth was a masterful expression, which a full beard, once sandy in color, but now profusely sprinkled with gray, could not entirely conceal. The day was hot; the sheriff had discarded his coat and vest, and had his white shirt open at the throat.

The Shewing-up of Blanco Posnet
BLANCO. Not they. Hanging's too big a treat for them to give up a fair chance. Ive done it myself. Ive yelled with the dirtiest of them when a man no worse than myself was swung up. Ive emptied my revolver into him, and persuaded myself that he deserved it and that I was doing justice with strong stern men. Well, my turn's come now.

The Shining Pyramid--Arthur Machen
They lay full length upon the turf; the rock between their faces and the Bowl, and now and again, Dyson, slouching his dark, soft hat over his forehead, put out the glint of an eye, and in a moment drew back, not daring to take a prolonged view. Again he laid an ear to the ground and listened, and the hours went by, and the darkness seemed to blacken, and the faint sigh of the wind was the only sound.

The Shootings Of Achnaleish
There were a number of little plantations climbing up the steep hill-side from Achnaleish to the moor above, and we had a pleasant slack sort of morning shooting there, walking through and round them with a nondescript tribe of beaters, among whom the serious Buxton figured. We had fair enough sport, but of the hares which Jim had seen in such profusion none that morning came to the gun, till at last, just before lunch, there came out of the apex of one of these plantations, some thirty yards from where Jim was standing, a very large, dark-coloured hare.

THE SHOWS, OR DE SPECTACULIS
Having sufficiently established the charge of idolatry, which alone ought to be reason enough for our giving up the shows, let us now ex abundanti look at the subject in another way, for the sake of those especially who keep themselves comfortable in the thought that the abstinence we urge is not in so many words enjoined, as if in the condemnation of the lusts of the world there was not involved a sufficient declaration against all these amusements.

THE SIAMESE TWIN OF A BOMB THROWER
I realized for the first time since joining the anarchist association years before that I was in genuine danger. A single false step, a single inadvertent word, might close the career of Eugene Valmont, and at the same moment terminate the existence of the quiet, inoffensive Paul Ducharme, teacher of the French language. I knew perfectly well I should be followed.

The Silent Couple--Pierre Courtois
Our path led us down a deserted road cloaked in wavering pale shadows. The woman walked several paces ahead of us. Suddenly, without warning or a hint to me of what was in his heart, Mr. Mezange dashed forwards and threw himself upon her. I uttered one cry of dismay and horror, but already he had his scarf in her mouth, gagging her, and his hands clutched her neck, squeezing it with all his strength.

THE SILENT SEVEN
From the corner of his eye, he detected a man lounging across the street. He divined the purpose of the watcher. In his report, he had stated that The Shadow might possibly have entered his apartment. He felt sure that the inconspicuous observer had been stationed there by the Silent Seven.

The Silver Box
MRS. BARTHWICK. Lady Holyrood told me: "I had her up," she said; "I said to her, 'You'll leave my house at once; I think your conduct disgraceful. I can't tell, I don't know, and I don't wish to know, what you were doing. I send you away on principle; you need not come to me for a character.' And the girl said: 'If you don't give me my notice, my lady, I want a month's wages. I'm perfectly respectable. I've done nothing.'"'-Done nothing!

THE SILVER FOX--E.OE. Somerville & Martin Ross
THERE was an air of calamity and yet of Sunday about the Quins' farmyard. The pigs were shut up, tubs and buckets were put out of sight, and Tom Quin's little nephew, in his best frock, spent many hours of blissful autocracy in banishing the fowl from the doorstep to Siberias behind the rick of turf. -- text prepared by Ex-classics.org

The Silver Horde
It was this "air" of hers, in fact, which had originally attracted him. He recalled how excited he had been in that far-away time when he had first learned her identity-for the name of Wayland was spoken soundingly in the middle West. In the early stages of their acquaintance he had looked upon her aloofness as an affectation, but a close intimacy had compelled a recognition of it as something wholly natural; he found her as truly a patrician as Wayne Wayland, her father, could wish.

The Silverado Squatters--Robert Louis Stevenson
Improved text, supersedes earlier version.

The Sisters
He could now distinguish her light foot-fall-now she was divided from him by a young acacia-shrub which hid her from his gaze-now she set down two water-jars on the ground-now she briskly lifted the bucket and filled the vessel she held in her left hand-now she looked towards the eastern horizon, where the dim light of dawn grew broader and brighter, and Lysias thought he recognized Irene-and now-Praised be the gods! he was sure; before him stood the younger and not the elder sister; the very maiden whom he sought

THE SKIN GAME
HILLCRIST. Well, when I sold Hornblower Longmeadow and the cottages, I certainly found him all right. All the same, he's got the cloven hoof. [Warming up] His influence in Deepwater is thoroughly bad; those potteries of his are demoralising-the whole atmosphere of the place is changing. It was a thousand pities he ever came here and discovered that clay. He's brought in the modern cutthroat spirit.

The Socialist Economics of Karl Marx and His Followers
The disparity between Marxism and Darwinism, as well as the disparity within the Marxian system between the range of material facts that are conceived to be the fundamental forces of the process, on the one hand, and the range of spiritual facts within which the dialectic movement proceeds this disparity is shown in the character assigned the class struggle by Marx and Engels. The struggle is asserted to be a conscious one, and proceeds On a recognItion by the competing classes of their mutually incompatible interests with regard to the material means of life. The class struggle proceeds on motives of interest, and a recognition of class interest can, of course, be reached only by reflection on the facts of the case.

The Solitary Summer
It is a relief to me to write about these things that I so much love, for I do not talk of them lest I should be regarded as a person who rhapsodizes, and there is no nuisance more intolerable than having somebody's rhapsodies thrust upon you when you have no enthusiasm of your own that at all corresponds. I know this so well that I generally succeed in keeping quiet; but sometimes even now, after years of study in the art of holding my tongue, some stray fragment of what I feel does occasionally come out, and then I am at once pulled up and brought to my senses by the well-known cold stare of utter incomprehension

The Song of Angels--WALTER HILTON
Some souls, by virtue of the love that God gives them, are so cleansed that all creatures and everything they hear, or see, or feel by any of the senses, turns them to comfort and gladness; and the sensuality receives new savor and sweetness in all creatures. And just as previously the sensual appetites were carnal, vain, and corrupt, because of the pain of original sin, so now they are made spiritual and clean, without bitterness and biting of conscience.

The Songs of a Sentimental Bloke--C.J. Dennis
But, 'struth, the wimmin! 'Ow they love this frill!/ Fer Auntie Liz, an' Mar, o' course, wus there;/ An' Mar's two uncles' wives, an' Cousin Lil,/ An' 'arf a dozen more to grin and stare./ I couldn't make me 'ands fit anywhere!/ I felt like I wus up afore the Beak!/ But my Doreen she never turns a 'air,/ Nor misses once when it's 'er turn to speak./

The Sons of the Soil--Sarah Stickney Ellis
And not the preacher only, but the sage,/ And the stern satirist who condemns the age,/ The sentimentalist, and poet too,/ Have they not all one secret end in view?/ To please the grovelling world they so despise,/ To hide their faults and frailties from her eyes?/ Whate'er betide their happiness the while,/ To court her favour, and secure her smile?/

The Soul of Lilith, Vol. 1--Marie Corelli
"What do I mean?" he cried-"I mean this! That I am tired of being your slave-your 'subject' for conjurer's tricks of mesmerism,-that from henceforth I resist your power,-that I will not serve you-will not obey you-will not yield-no!-not an inch of my liberty-to your influence,-that I am a free man, as you are, and that I will have the full rights of both my freedom and manhood. You shall play no more with me; I refuse to be your dupe as I have been. This is what I mean!-and as I will have no deception or subterfuge between us,-for I scorn a lie,-hear the truth from me at once;-I know your secret-I have seen Her!"

The Soul of Lilith, Vol. 2
"No, no!" said Féraz, with a swift gesture of utter hopelessness. "Not now-not now! for all is changed. I see life as it is-hideous, foul, corruptible, cruel! and the once bright planets look pitiless; the heavens I thought so gloriously designed, are but an impenetrable vault arched over an ever-filling Grave. There is no light, no hope anywhere; how can there be in the face of so much sin? El-Râmi, why did you not tell me? why did you not warn me of the accursëd Evil of this pulsating movement men call Life? For it seems I have not lived, I have only dreamed!"

The Soul of Lilith, Vol. 3
"His brother wrote to me"-replied Irene; "Féraz, that beautiful youth who accompanied him to Lady Melthorpe's reception last year. But he gave me no details,-he simply explained that El-Râmi, through prolonged over-study had lost the balance of his mind. The letter was very short, and in it he stated he was about to enter a religious fraternity who had their abode near Baffo in Cyprus, and that the brethren had consented to receive his brother also and take charge of him in his great helplessness."

The Soul of the Far East--Percival Lowell
Improved text, supersedes earlier version.

THE SOUL'S TESTIMONY
Well, in the first place, when thou speakest of one who is dead, thou sayest of him, "Poor man"-poor, surely, not because he has been taken from the good of life, but because he has been given over to punishment and condemnation. But at another time thou speakest of the dead as free from trouble; thou professest to think life a burden, and death a blessing.

The Spanish Tragedy--Thomas Kyd
This version of Kyd's work does not include the modernized spellings, etc. (Closer to what Shakespeare probably read when he, err, noticed the plot).--updated, sorry about those itals!

THE SPEAKING STONE
The old lady, the one they called the Queen Mother of Wisdom, had taken two oxygen cylinders-her own and the younger girl's-and had opened them, set fire to them. She managed to smash a window and hang half outside with one of them. She had secured a revolver somewhere. With it, she made holes in the fuel tanks, then fired the spouting streams of gasoline.

The Special Type
She left the others, at all events, completely together, and so, as the plot, with this, might be said definitely to thicken, it came to me in all sorts of ways that the curtain had gone up on the drama. It came to me, I hasten to add, much less from the two actors themselves than from other quarters - the usual sources, which never fail, of chatter; for after my friends' direction was fairly taken they had the good taste on either side to handle it, in talk, with gloves, not to expose it to what I should have called the danger of definition.

The Spectacles and Other
THOUGH she had nearly fallen on the floor,/ In thus attempting secrets to explore,/ No jest she thought the accident, 'twas plain,/ But would with force the discipline maintain./ A chapter instantly the lady held;/ Long time upon the circumstance they dwelled./ The youthful wolf that caused the direful shock;

The Spectre Cook of Bangletop--John Kendrick Bangs
The "Hearl" of Mugley seemed to be the open sesame to the door betwixt Terwilliger and success. Simultaneously with the entrance of the earl the solution of his problem flashed across the mind of the master of Bangletop, and his affronting demeanor, his preoccupation and all disappeared in an instant. Indeed, so elegantly enthusiastic was his reception of the earl that Lady Maud Sniffles, on the other side of the room, whispered in the ear of the Hon. Miss Pottleton that Mugley's creditors were in luck

The Spook House--Ambrose Bierce
"I remember no more: six weeks later I recovered my reason in a hotel at Manchester, whither I had been taken by strangers the next day. For all these weeks I had suffered from a nervous fever, attended with constant delirium. I had been found lying in the road several miles away from the house; but how I had escaped from it to get there I never knew. On recovery, or as soon as my physicians permitted me to talk, I inquired the fate of Judge Veigh, whom (to quiet me, as I now know) they represented as well and at home.

The Sportsman
The first efforts of a youth emerging from boyhood should be directed to the institution of the chase, after which he should come to the rest of education, provided he have the means and with an eye to the same; if his means be ample, in a style worthy of the profit to be derived; or, if they be scant, let him at any rate contribute enthusiasm, in nothing falling short of the power he possesses.

The Star Rover--
"Surely, you don't think I'm holding out because I enjoy it?" I managed to gasp, for at the moment Pie-Face Jones was forcing his foot into my back in order to cinch me tighter while I was trying with my muscles to steal slack. "There is nothing to confess. Why, I'd cut off my right hand right now to be able to lead you to any dynamite."

The State and Revolution--V. I. LENIN
No, democracy is n o t identical with the subordination of the minority to the majority. Democracy is a state which recogizes the subordination of the minority to the majority, i.e., an organization for the systematic use of violence by one class against the other, by one section of the population against another.

THE STENDHAL HAMLET SCENARIOS--Translated and adapted by Frank J. Morlock
Note: designs for an 1802 version of the play, very different from what you might be familiar with.

The Stillwater Tragedy--Thomas Bailey Aldrich
"In the first place," he continued, "I want to remind you, especially the newer men, that Slocum's Yard has always given steady work and prompt pay to Stillwater hands. No hand has ever been turned off without sufficient cause, or kept on through mere favoritism. Favors have been shown, but they have been shown to all alike. If anything has gone crooked, it has been straightened out as soon as Mr. Slocum knew of it.

THE STOLEN ADMIRALTY MEMORANDUM--HERBERT JENKINS
"Something terrible has happened, Sage," broke in the Prime Minister, his voice shaking with excitement. He had with difficulty contained himself whilst Malcolm Sage was taking off his overcoat and explaining his reason for entering by the window. "It's - it's --" His voice broke.

The Stone of the Edmundsbury Monks--M. P. Shiel
"July 14.-Ul-Jabal is gone! And I am left a lonely, a desolate old man! He said, though I swore it was false, that I had grown to mistrust him! that I was hiding something from him! that he could live with me no more! No more, he said, should I see his face! The debt I owe him he would forgive, he has taken one small parcel with him-and is gone!

The Stories Mother Nature Told Her Children--Jane Andrews
How still it is! Nobody in the village street, the children all at school, and the very dogs sleeping lazily in the sunshine. Only a south wind blows lightly through the trees, lifting the great fans of the horse-chestnut, tossing the slight branches of the elm against the sky like single feathers of a great plume, and swinging out fragrance from the heavy-hanging linden-blossoms.

The Story Girl
We sat still and counted the hundred. When Cecily finished she got up and went in search of Dan, resolved to soothe his wounded feelings. Felicity called after her to tell Dan there was a jam turnover she had put away in the pantry specially for him. Felix held out to Felicity a remarkably fine apple which he had been saving for his own consumption; and the Story Girl began a tale of an enchanted maiden in a castle by the sea; but we never heard the end of it. For, just as the evening star was looking whitely through the rosy window of the west, Cecily came flying through the orchard, wringing her hands.

The Story Hour--Kate Douglas Wiggin
There are few preliminaries and no formalities when the Person with a Story is found. The motherly little sister stands by the side of her chair, two or three of the smaller fry perch on the arms, and the baby climbs up into her lap (such a person always has a capacious lap), and folds his fat hands placidly. Then there is a deep sigh of blissful expectation and an expressive silence, which means, "Now we are ready, please; and if you would be kind enough to begin it with 'Once upon a time,' we should be much obliged

The Story of "Mormonism"--James E. Talmage
Full title: THE STORY OF "MORMONISM" And THE PHILOSOPHY OF "MORMONISM"

The Story of a Bad Boy--Thomas Bailey Aldrich
Lest the title should mislead the reader, I hasten to assure him here that I have no dark confessions to make. I call my story the story of a bad boy, partly to distinguish myself from those faultless young gentlemen who generally figure in narratives of this kind, and partly because I really was not a cherub. I may truthfully say I was an amiable, impulsive lad, blessed with fine digestive powers, and no hypocrite. I didn't want to be an angel and with the angels stand

The Story of a Lamb on Wheels--Laura Lee Hope
The Lamb on Wheels was so frightened when the dog took her up in his mouth that she did not know what to do. If she could, she would have rolled away as fast as a toy railroad train, such a train as Arnold and Dick played with. But the dog had the Lamb in his mouth before she knew what was happening.

The Story of a Modern Woman--Ella Hepworth Dixon
A quarter to ten? He would hardly come now; he always had a nice eye to the proprieties. But his cab might have broken down; he might have been detained at the club. The march up and down the room continued. Mary never knew how much she walked that night. The long, empty hours seemed interminable. But at last, in the still, sultry air, she could hear Big Ben strike eleven. Oh, eleven! Then it was all over; she might as well take off the pretty grey dress, unpin the bunch of roses.

The Story of Aeneas--Michael Clarke
It is not to be supposed that all this time the goddess Venus was forgetful of the sufferings of her son. Even while AEneas was thus speaking to his fellow wanderers she was pleading his cause before the throne of Jupiter himself on the top of Mount Olympus. "What offence, O king of heaven," said she, "has my AEneas committed? How have the Trojans offended? What is to be the end of their sufferings? Are they to be forever persecuted on account of the anger of one goddess?"

The Story of Baelbrow--E & H Heron
Some instinctive feeling prompted Low to glance up at this moment. Half extended from the Museum doorway were a face and bony neck-a high-nosed, dull-eyed, malignant face, the eye-sockets hollow, and the darkened teeth showing. Low plunged his hand into his pocket, and a shot rang out in the echoing passage-way and hall.

The Story of Calico Clown
But when the strings were pulled, one after another, and the arms and legs and head of the funny fellow twisted and turned and jerked, the two office boys and the typewriter girl laughed. And the Clown himself was glad, for he felt that he was not broken.

The Story of Clifford House--Anonymous
'What is the matter?' I said-'George, dear, what is the matter?' For his face had grown quite white, and with his back against the wall, he was staring about him wildly 'I don't know-Helen-something'-he ejaculated in a low tone; then recovering himself, with a laugh, he cried-'I struck myself against the door, I suppose! I declare one would think I was composed of old china, or wax, or sugar candy, it hurt and stunned me so! Come, dearest.'

The Story of My Life--Georg Ebers
The rattle of wheels and the blast of the postilion's horn closed the first period of my childhood. When I was four years old we went to my mother's home to attend my grandparents' golden wedding. If I wished to describe the journey in its regular order I should be forced to depend upon the statements of others.

THE STORY OF PERPETUA
We too are the slaves of Paul's master. Perpetua therefore having gone away, reported in the palace of the Emperor Nero that the soldiers who had beheaded Paul said: We shall no longer go into the city, for we believe in Christ whom Paul preached, and we are Christians. Then Nero, filled with rage, ordered Perpetua, who had informed him of the soldiers, to be kept fast in irons;

The Story of Riel's Revolt--Major General T. Bland Strange
The most noticeable feature of the whole campaign, a feature which makes its study of the greatest value to British militia and volunteers, is the extraordinary facility with which the young Canadian volunteers became converted into excellent marching and fighting soldiers. It may also be a matter of pride to young Englishmen that their brothers and cousins settled in Canada!

The Story of Saddler's Croft--E H Heron
"I believe in her absolutely," exclaimed Corcoran, "but this power swamps all resistance. I have another strange circumstance to add. On coming to myself I found the button still in my hand. I have since had the opportunity of fitting it to its right position in the coat of a man who is a pretty constant visitor here," the American's lips tightened, "a young Sinclair, who does tea-planting in Ceylon when he has the health for it, but is just now at home to recruit.

The Story of the Goblins Who Stole a Sexton--Charles Dickens
Seated on an upright tombstone, close to him, was a strange unearthly figure, whom Gabriel felt at once, was no being of this world. His long fantastic legs which might have reached the ground, were cocked up, and crossed after a quaint, fantastic fashion; his sinewy arms were bare; and his hands rested on his knees.

The Story of the Rippling Train--Mary Louisa Molesworth
Before setting to work I sat down for a moment or two in an easy-chair by the fire, for it was still cool enough weather to make a fire desirable, and began thinking over my letters. No thought, no shadow of a thought of my old friend Miss Bertram was present with me, of that I am perfectly certain. The door was on the same side of the room as the fireplace; as I sat there, half facing the fire, I also half fared the door.

The Story of Yand Manor House--E. and H. Heron
"He's a gamekeeper of mine. He was always anxious to try conclusions with the ghost, and last night he begged me to lock him in here with food for twenty-four hours. I refused at first, but then I thought if anything happened while he was in here alone, it would interest you. Who could imagine it would end like this?"

THE STORY WITHOUT AN END--Adelbert Chamisso
And the deeper the silence became, the more intently did the Child listen, and at last the slightest sound thrilled him from head to foot. At length, all was still as death in the wood; and the world seemed as if it never would wake again. The Child bent forward to see whether it were as dark abroad as in the cave, but he saw nothing save the pitch-dark night, who had wrapped everything in her thick veil.

The Strange Tale of a Type-Writer --Anna C. Brackett
"The experiment began, and every night the constant policeman sat patiently at the bedside of the unconscious man, watching for his slightest utterance. At his side he had pen and paper, and every syllable was carefully taken down. At the end of the year all the utterances were carefully examined, but when they came to make out the required statistics, they could find nothing but English words, and even those were much confused and broken

THE STRENGTH OF THE STRONG
Contains, among others, "THE UNPARALLELED INVASION," -- yes, that one.

THE STROMATA, OR MISCELLANIES, V1
This, then, "the wisdom of the world is foolishness with God," and of those who are "the wise the Lord knoweth their thoughts that they are vain."(10) Let no man therefore glory on account of pre-eminence in human thought. For it is written well in Jeremiah, "Let not the wise man glory in his wisdom, and let not the mighty man glory in his might, and let not the rich man glory in his riches: but let him that glorieth glory in this, that he understandeth and knoweth that I am the LORD, that executeth mercy and judgment and righteousness upon the earth: for in these things is my delight, saith the LORD."

THE STROMATA, OR MISCELLANIES, V2
Philanthropy, in order to which also, is natural affection, being a loving treatment of men, and natural affection, which is a congenial habit exercised in the love of friends or domestics, follow in the train of love. And if the real man within us is the spiritual, philanthropy is brotherly love to those who participate, in the same spirit. Natural affection, on the other hand, the preservation of good-will, or of affection; and affection is its perfect demonstration;[4] and to be beloved is to please in behaviour, by drawing and attracting.

THE STROMATA, OR MISCELLANIES, V3
Qui autem Dei creaturae resistunt per speciosam illam continentiam, illa quoque dicunt, quae ad Salomen dicta sunt, quorum prius meminimus: habentur autem, ut existimo, in Evangelio secundum AEgyptios.(11) Aiunt enim ipsum dixisse Servatorem: "Veni ad dissolvendum opera feminae;" feminae quidem, cupiditatis; opera autem generationem et interitum. Quid ergo dixerint? Desiit haec administratio?

THE STROMATA, OR MISCELLANIES, V4
These things, then, are to be abstained from, not for their own sakes, but for the sake of the body; and care for the body is exercised for the sake of the Soul, to which it has reference. For on this account it is necessary for the man who lives as a gnostic to know what is suitable. Since the fact that pleasure is not a good thing is admitted from the fact that certain pleasures are evil, by this reason good appears evil, and evil good. And then, if we choose some pleasures and shun others, it is not every pleasure that is a good thing.

THE STROMATA, OR MISCELLANIES, V5
So very mystically the five loaves are broken by the Saviour, and fill the crowd of the listeners. For great is the crowd that keep to the things of sense, as if they were the only things in existence. "Cast your eyes round, and see," says Plato, "that none of the uninitiated listen." Such are they who think that nothing else exists, but what they can hold tight with their hands; but do not admit as in the department of existence, actions and processes of generation, and the whole of the unseen. For such are those who keep by the five senses.

THE STROMATA, OR MISCELLANIES, V6
Nor will he, therefore, eagerly desire to be assimilated to what is beautiful, possessing, as he does, beauty by love. What more need of courage and of desire to him, who has obtained the affinity to the impassible God which arises from love, and by love has enrolled himself among the friends of God?

THE STROMATA, OR MISCELLANIES, V7
But those who have not seen the self-determination of the human soul, and its incapability of being treated as a slave in what respects the choice of life, being disgusted at what is done through rude injustice, do not think that there is a God. On a par with these in opinion, are they who, falling into licentiousness in pleasures, and grievous pains, and unlooked-for accidents, and bidding defiance to events, say that there is no God, or that, though existing, He does not oversee all things.

THE STROMATA, OR MISCELLANIES, V8
Now, on the man who proposes the question denying that plants are animals, we shall show that he affirms what contradicts himself. For, having defined the animal by the fact of its nourishment and growth, but having asserted that a plant is not an animal, it appears that he says nothing else than that what is nourished and grows is both an animal and not an animal.

THE SUN. A SCENE
THE MAN. [Smiling] No fear! [He puts it away] Shan't 'ave no need for it like as not. All right, little Daisy; you can't be expected to see things like what we do. What's life, anyway? I've seen a thousand lives taken in five minutes. I've seen dead men on the wires like flies on a flypaper. I've been as good as dead meself a hundred times. I've killed a dozen men. It's nothin'. He's safe, if 'e don't get my blood up. If he does, nobody's safe; not 'im, nor anybody else; not even you. I'm speakin' sober.

The Swamp Doctor's Adventures--Henry Clay Lewis
Full title: The Swamp Doctor's Adventures in the South-west: containing the whole of the Louisiana swamp doctor, Streaks of squatter life, and Far-western scenes, in a series of forty-two humorous southern and western sketches, descriptive of incidents and character

The Sword of Kingship--THOMAS WESTWOOD
Beside his yule-fire sate that peerless knight,/ And read, from monkish page, the legend old/ Of the Nativity-the Orient Star,/ The mystic Magi, with their gift of myrrh,/ The God-child in the manger. Dame Iseult,/ His spouse, with awe-dilated eyes, drank in/ The wondrous story. At their feet lay stretch'd/ A shaggy wolf-hound, huge of jaw and limb;/

THE TALE OF BALEN--ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE
Swift as a shadow and strange as light/ That cleaves in twain the shadow of night/ Before the wide-winged word takes flight/ That thunder speaks to depth and height/ And quells the quiet hour with sound,/

The Tale of Freddie Firefly--Arthur Scott Bailey
He was able to draw a deep breath again as they reached the field of red clover, where Peppery Polly Bumblebee settled quickly upon a clover-top and began sucking up the sweet nectar with her long tongue. For some time she worked busily without saying a word. And indeed, how could she have spoken with her tongue buried deep in the heart of a clover blossom?

The Tale of Tommy Fox--Arthur Scott Bailey
For a long time Tommy waited there. He kept very still. And he stayed hidden behind the tree, with only one eye peeping round the tree- trunk, so that he could watch for Mr. Woodchuck. He was very patient- was Tommy. You have to be patient, you know, when you are hunting. He crouched behind the tree for at least an hour, and never once took his eye off that hole. And at last he saw Mr. Woodchuck's nose come popping out.

THE TEACHING OF ADDAEUS THE APOSTLE
If, therefore, while Jesus our Lord was on earth ye would have believed in Him that He is the Son of God, and before ye had heard the word of His preaching would have confessed Him that He is God; now that He is ascended to His Father, and ye have seen the signs and the wonders which are done in His name, and have heard with your own ears the word of His Gospel, let no one of you doubt in his mind-so that the promise of His blessing which He sent to you may be fulfilled(5) towards you:

THE TEACHING OF SIMON CEPHAS IN THE CITY OF ROME
But ye see the wonderful works which accompany and follow these words. One would not credit it: the time lo! is short since He ascended to His Father, and see how His Gospel has winged its flight through the whole creation-that thereby it may be known and believed that He Himself is the Creator of creatures, and that by His bidding creatures subsist. And, whereas ye saw the sun become darkened at His death, ye yourselves also are witnesses. The earth, moreover, quaked when He was slain, and the veil was rent at His death.

THE TEACHING OF THE APOSTLES
The apostles further appointed: Let any priest who accidentally puts another in bonds s contrary to justice receive the punishment that is right; and let him that has been bound receive the bonds as if he had been equitably bound.

The Temple Beau
Val. Would I were.-To shew you I distrust not your Friendship, I'll open my whole Breast to you. I had for almost two Years pursued that other Lady, and after a long Series of Importunity, at last obtain'd her Consent, and To-morrow was the appointed Day. But about a Month since, the Lady whom I told you of in our way from the Park, came hither; that I lik'd her, you'll easily believe; but by frequent Conversation, the Disease possess'd my whole Mind. My Love for her, and Aversion for my former Mistress, encreased daily

The Terror by Night
Very possibly this sense of apprehension (for there is nothing in the world so virulently infectious) reached me through him: on the other hand both these attacks of vague foreboding may have come from the same source. But it is true that it did not attack me till he spoke of it, so the possibility perhaps inclines to my having caught it from him. He spoke of it first, I remember, one evening when we had met for a good-night talk, after having come back from separate houses where we had dined.

The Terror of the Twins
The library was the quietest room in the house. It had shuttered bow-windows, thick carpets, heavy doors. Books lined the walls, and there was a capacious open fireplace of brick in which the woodlogs blazed and roared, for the autumn night was chilly. Round this the three of them were grouped, the clergyman reading aloud from the Book of Job in low tones; Edward and Ernest, in dinner-jackets, occupying deep leather arm-chairs, listening.

The Terror--Arthur Machen
The wife of the dead man, Joseph Cradock, finding her husband lying motionless on the dewy turf, went white and stricken up the path to the village and got two men who bore the body to the farm. Lewis was sent for, and knew at once when he saw the dead man that he had perished in the way that the little Roberts boy had perished-whatever that awful way might be.

The Theory of the Leisure Class--Thorstein Veblen
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THE THIRD EPISTLE OF IGNATIUS TO THE EPHESIANS
And my love is crucified, and there is no fire in me for another love. I do not desire the food of corruption, neither the lusts of this world. I seek the bread of God, which is the flesh of Jesus Christ; and I seek His blood, a drink which is love incorruptible.

THE THIRD EPISTLE--POPE FABIAN
Wherefore, if any one of the bishops is accused on precise charges, he ought to be heard by all the bishops who are in the province; for it is not right that an accused person should be heard elsewhere than in his own circuit. Again, if any one is of opinion that he has a judge adverse to him, he should claim the right of appeal; and an appellant ought to be injured by no kind of oppression or detention; but an appellant ought to have the liberty of righting his case, when wronged, by the remedy of appeal. There ought also to be liberty of appeal in criminal cases.

THE THIRD HOMILY
Again have we the glad tidings of joy, again the announcements of liberty, again the restoration, again the return, again the promise of gladness, again the release from slavery. An angel talks with the Virgin, in order that the serpent may no more have converse with the woman. In the sixth month, it is said, the angel Gabriel was sent from God to a virgin espoused to a man.(10) Gabriel was sent to declare the world-wide salvation: Gabriel was sent to bear to Adam the signature of his restoration; Gabriel was sent to a virgin, in order to transform the dishonour of the female sex into honour

The Third Person
Miss Amy took her evening nap before dinner, an hour at which Miss Susan could never sleep - it was so odd; whereby Miss Susan took hers after that meal, just at the hour when Miss Amy was keenest for talk. Miss Susan, erect and unsupported, had feelings as to the way in which, in almost any posture that could pass for a seated one, Miss Amy managed to find a place in the small of her back for two out of the three sofa-cushions - a smaller place, obviously, than they had ever been intended to fit.

The Three Cutters
"Oh, ma'am, they dare anything! -they just now were for throwing the steward overboard; and they have rummaged for all the portmanteaus, and dressed themselves in the gentlemen's best clothes. The captain of them told the steward that he was Lord B., and that if he dared to call him anything else, he would cut his throat from ear to ear; and if the cook don't give them a good dinner, they swear that they'll chop his right hand off, and make him eat it without pepper or salt!"

The Three Musketeers
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The Three Sisters
CHEBUTYKIN. My dear girls, my darlings, you are all that I have, you are the most precious treasures I have on earth. I shall soon be sixty, I am an old man, alone in the world, a useless old man. . . . There is nothing good in me, except my love for you, and if it were not for you, I should have been dead long ago. . . .

The Token--May Sinclair
I thought, 'How he must have hurt her!' It was the old thing over again: I trying to break him down, to make him show her; he beating us both off, punishing us both. You see, I knew now what she had come back for: she had come back to find out whether he loved her. With a longing unquenched by death, she had come back for certainty. And now, as always, my clumsy interference had only made him more hard, more obstinate. I thought, 'If only he could see her!'

The Tone of Time
I saw her ask herself for an instant if she mightn't successfully make her startled state pass as the mere glow of pleasure - her natural greeting to her acquisition. She was pathetically, yet at the same time almost comically, divided. Her line was so to cover her tracks that every avowal of a past connection was a danger; but it also concerned her safety to learn, in the light of our astounding coincidence, how far she already stood exposed. She meanwhile begged the question. She smiled through her tears. "He's too magnificent!"

THE TOO-WISE OWL
The man was a boy in uniform; otherwise, the statement was correct. The boy wore the uniform used by the attendants in the candy shop in the lobby downstairs. The owl wore feathers and a sleepy look. He was not a large owl. He was a rather fat one. He was brown, inclined to red. The owl's ears were rather long.

The Tract of the Quiet Way
Be faithful and reverential to the ruler. Be filial and obedient to parents. Be congenial and friendly to brothers. Be sincere in your intercourse with friends.

The Tragedy at Brookbend Cottage
"I should have told you that," replied Lieutenant Hollyer. "I happened to strike up with a newspaper man whose office is in the same block as Creake's. When I mentioned the name he grinned. 'Creake,' he said, 'oh, he's the man with the romantic typist, isn't he?' 'Well, he's my brother-in-law,' I replied. 'What about the typist?' Then the chap shut up like a knife.

The Trail of the Lonesome Pine
So pervasive, indeed, was the spirit of the times that the Hon. Sam Budd actually got old Buck Falin and old Dave Tolliver to sign a truce, agreeing to a complete cessation of hostilities until he carried through a land deal in which both were interested. And after that was concluded, nobody had time, even the Red Fox, for deviltry and private vengeance-so busy was everybody picking up the manna which was dropping straight from the clouds.

The Trail of The Sword--Gilbert Parker
"By Heaven, no: I hope that they will fight while remains a chance. And be sure, sir, I should not have yielded here, but that I foresaw hopeless slaughter. Nor would I ask your favour there, but that I know you are like to have bloody barbarians with you-and we have women and children!"

The Travels of Sir John Mandeville
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The Treasure of Heaven--Marie Corelli
'For what, after all, does it matter to me?' he mused. 'Why should I hesitate to destroy a dream? Why should I care if another rainbow bubble of life breaks and disappears? I am too old to have ideals-so most people would tell me. And yet-with the grave open and ready to receive me,-I still believe that love and truth and purity surely exist in women's hearts-if one could only know just where to find the women!'

The Treasure--Selma Lagerlof
"Now I must tell you, Grim, my dog," said Torarin, "that I have heard great news today. They told me both at Kungshall and at Kareby that the sea was frozen. Fair, calm weather it has been this long while, as you well know, who have been out in it every day; and they say the sea is frozen fast not only in the creeks and sounds, but far out over the Cattegat. There is no fairway now for ship or boat among the islands, nothing but firm, hard ice, so that a man may drive with horse and sledge as far as Marstrand and Paternoster Skerries."

THE TREATISE OF ATHENAGORAS
For either death is the entire extinction of life, the soul being dissolved and corrupted along with the body, or the soul remains by itself, incapable of dissolution, of dispersion, of corruption, whilst the body is corrupted and dissolved, retaining no longer any remembrance of past actions, nor sense of what it experienced in connection with the soul.

The Tree of Knowledge
And on this Lance had to explain - how the upshot of his studies in Paris had inexorably proved a mere deep doubt of his means. These studies had waked him up, and a new light was in his eyes; but what the new light did was really to show him too much. "Do you know what's the matter with me? I'm too horribly intelligent. Paris was really the last place for me. I've learnt what I can't do."

THE TRENTINE CREED, OR THE CREED OF PIUS IV., A.D. 1564.
8. I most firmly assert that the images of Christ, of the mother of God, ever virgin, and also of the saints, ought to be had and retained, and that due honour and veneration is to be given them.

The Trespasser
The carriage drew up to the steps, and presently three ladies and a brusque gentleman passed into the hall-way, admitted by powdered footmen. The incident had a manner, an air, which struck Gaston, he knew not why. Perhaps it was the easy finesse of ceremonial. He looked at Brillon. He had seen him sit arms folded like that, looking from the top of a bluff down on an Indian village or a herd of buffaloes. There was wonder, but no shyness or agitation, on his face; rather the naive, naked look of a child. Belward laughed.

The Trial For Murder--Charles Dickens
The prisoner's wish to challenge me was so manifest, that it occasioned a pause, during which the attorney, with his hand upon the dock, whispered with his client, and shook his head. I afterwards had it from that gentleman, that the prisoner's first affrighted words to him were, "AT ALL HAZARDS, CHALLENGE THAT MAN!" But that, as he would give no reason for it, and admitted that he had not even known my name until he heard it called and I appeared, it was not done.

The Trial of the Witnessses of the Resurrection of Jesus Christ--Thomas Sherlock
I was afraid, when I suffered myself to be drawn into this argument, that I should be led into matters fitter to be decided by men of another profession, than by lawyers. But since there is no help now, I will lay before you what appears to me to be the natural and plain account of this matter; leaving it to others, who are better qualified, to give a fuller answer to the objection.

THE TRIPLE MARRIAGE BY DESTOUCHES
Walter Heaven is my witness, I have tried to conquer my distaste and to respond in kind to such a soft and obliging proceeding; if it still depended on me to comply with your wishes in this-but you force me to tell you, before the whole world, that I am not free and my word is pledged forever.

The True Citizen, How To Become One--W. F. Markwick, D. D. and W. A. Smith, A. B.
Bishop Vincent, writing about boyhood, says, "If I were a boy? Ah, if I only were! The very thought of it sets my imagination afire. That 'if' is a key to dreamland. First I would want a thorough discipline, early begun and never relaxed, on the great truth of will force as the secret of character. I would want my teacher to put the weight of responsibility upon me; to make me think that I must furnish the materials and do the work of building my own character; to make me think that I am not a stick, or a stone, or a lump of putty, but a person. That what I am in the long run, is what I am to make myself."

THE TRUE STORY OF AH Q
"Revolt? It would be fun. . . . A group of revolutionaries would come, all wearing white helmets and white armour, carrying swords, steel maces, bombs, foreign guns, double-edged knives with sharp points and spears with hooks. They would come to the Tutelary God's Temple and call out, 'Ah Q! Come with us, come with us!' And then I would go with them. . . .

The Truth About Jesus--Mangasar Magurditch Mangasarian
Full title: The Truth About Jesus--Is He a Myth?

The Truth, the Whole Truth, and Nothing but the Truth--Rhoda Broughton
I feel so completely shattered and upset by this awful occurrence, that you will excuse me, dear, I'm sure, if I write incoherently. One thing I need hardly tell you, and that is,.that no earthly consideration would induce me to allow Adela to occupy that terrible room. I shudder and run by quickly as I pass the door.

The Tryst
Fifteen years, thick with various incident, had passed between them since that moment. His life had risen, fallen, crashed, then risen again. He had come back at last, fortune won by a lucky coup-at thirty-five; had come back to find her, come back, above all, to keep his word. Once every three months they had exchanged the brief letter agreed upon: 'I am well; I am waiting; I am happy; I am unmarried.

THE TURKISH APPLE A parade--Thomas Gueulette
Note: Translated and adapted by Frank Morlock

The Tutor's Ward, Vol. 1--Felicia Skene
"I never wait for any one," replied Mr. Egerton, shouldering a huge commentary (with which he daily confused the intellects of his servants,) and taking his accustomed seat. It afforded him the most exquisite pleasure to make this speech, for he shared in common with many estimable individuals a peculiarity of temper, which rendered it intensely pleasant to him to make little disagreeable speeches, which were often very cutting and humiliating to those whom he addressed, and which he flung at them from the high ground of his own superiority as the advocate of duty and propriety.

The Tutor's Ward, Vol. 2--Felicia Skene
It will not be supposed that Arthur Egerton, with his fierce will, and subtle mind, could remain inactive or content with an arrangement which rendered Stephen Aylmer perfectly happy in the entire enjoyment of Millicent's society, and bound herself to him as with an indissoluble tie. From the first moment when Arthur heard of the extraordinary system of deception into which Millicent had been drawn unawares, be saw therein a bright hope for himself.

The Two Admirals, Volume 1
"What the deuce can Oakes have to do with Sir Wycherly Wychecombe's will?" thought the rear-admiral. "By the way, that puts me in mind of my own; and of my own recent determination. What are my poor £30,000 to a man with the fortune of Lord Bluewater. Having neither a wife nor child, brother nor sister of my own, I 'll do what I please with my money. Oakes wont have it; besides, he 's got enough of his own, and to spare.

The Two Admirals, Volume 2
These words were scarcely uttered, when the look-out in the forward cross-trees, shouted at the top of his voice, "sail-ho!" At the next instant the Chloe fired a gun, the report of which was just heard amid the roaring of the gale, though the smoke was distinctly seen floating above the mists of the ocean; and she set a signal at her naked mizzen-top-gallant-mast-head.

The Two Faces
Sutton laughed. "Pray, what's yours?" As this was a question, however, that she took her time to answer or not to answer - only appearing interested for a moment in a combination that had formed itself on the other side of the room - he presently went on. "What's his? - that would seem to be the point.

The Two Sides of the Shield
What would the two aunts have said, could they have seen Dolores and Constance, at that moment partaking of the most elaborate meal the Darminster refreshment-room could supply, at a little round marble table, in company with Mr. Flinders! They had not been obliged to start nearly so early as the other party, as the journey was much shorter, and with no change of line, so they had quietly walked to the station by ten o'clock, arrived at Darminster at half-past eleven, and have been met by the personage whom Dolores recognized as Uncle Alfred.

THE TYPE YOU DON'T MARRY--Pailleron
BERTHA: It's been a long time. A lot of water under the dam since we last met. You've become an honest woman. Very cozy here. (smelling the air) Very domestic. Positively. But, why are you looking at me so carefully? Is there something strange about me? -- Translated and Adapted by Frank Morlock.

The Unbearable Bassington
Improved text, supersedes earleir version.

The Undying One and Other Poems--Caroline Sheridan Norton
Bending their gentle heads unto the ground,/ And thought of thee for hours./ I've come-my Linda knows that I have come/ When the soft starlight told/ That she had left her haughty brother's home,/ And hearts, as dead and cold/ As the chill waters of a moonless sea,/

The Unexpurgated Case Against Woman Suffrage--Almroth E. Wright
The suffragist woman, when she is the kind of woman who piques herself upon her ethical impulses, will, even when she is intellectually very poorly equipped, and there is no imprint of altruism upon her life, assure you that nothing except the moral influence of woman, exerted through the legislation, which her practical mind would be capable of initiating, will ever avail to abate existing social evils, and to effect the moral redemption of the world.

The Unforeseen Wager
Note: A play in one act based on a play by Sedaine Translated and adapted by Frank J. Morlock

The Unholy Compact Abjured--Charles Pigault-Lebrun
His sleep was soon disturbed by a frightful dream: he heard all at once, the sound of a knell,.mingled with the cries of bats, and owls, and a hollow voice, murmured in his ear, "Woe to those who trouble the repose of the dead!" He started on his feet, but what a sight met his eyes!

THE UNSEEN KILLER
The Unseen Killer had made good his boast. His claim to complete invisibility stood substantiated. The wealth delivered by Peters Amboy and Wallace Norgan had vanished as completely as the devisualized human form of Miles Crofton.

The Unseen World and Other Essays--John Fiske
Yet whatever effect these teachings might have produced, if unaided by further doctrinal elaboration, was enhanced myriadfold by the elaboration which they received at the hands of Paul. Philosophic Stoics and Epicureans had arrived at the conception of the brotherhood of men, and the Greek hymn of Kleanthes had exhibited a deep spiritual sense of the fatherhood of God. The originality of Christianity lay not so much in its enunciation of new ethical precepts as in the fact that it furnished a new ethical sanction,-a commanding incentive to holiness of living.

The Unwilling Vestal--Edward Lucas White
That day he was returning from an inspection amid a large and gorgeous retinue. Brinnaria had a blurred vision of splendid uniforms and dazzling accoutrements. Her vision was blurred because her eyes filled with tears; she turned hot and cold and almost fainted with emotion, when the Emperor's twenty-four lictors lowered their fasces, the whole procession halted, the escort and the Emperor himself swerved their horses aside to let her pass and remained at the salute until she had passed. The sudden realization of the importance of her official position overwhelmed her.

The Valley of the Giants--Peter B. Kyne
She blushed ever so slightly. "I suppose Bryce Cardigan is vindicating himself," she murmured as she withdrew the card from the envelope. As she had surmised, it was Bryce Cardigan's. Colonel Pennington was the proprietor of a similar surmise.

The Valley of Vision--Henry Van Dyke
In single file they crept through the prepared opening in the barbed-wire entanglement, and so out into No Man's Land, where they took up their spike-team formation. Phipps-Herrick was the leader, the other men were the wheelers. They had agreed on a code of silent signals: One kick with the heel or one pinch with the hand meant "stop"; two meant "back"; three meant "get together." They carried no rifles, because the rifle is an awkward tool for a noiseless crawler to lug. But each man had a big trench-knife and a pair of automatic pistols, with plenty of ammunition.

The Veils--Eleanor Anne Porden Franklin
WHILE on the waves the earliest sunbeam play'd,/ Miranda rose, and by their margin stray'd,/ Impatient of her friend's expected aid,/ When on the tide she view'd a bark that bore/ A graceful damsel lightly to the shore;/ But ere it touch'd the strand, a mist profound/ Cloth'd in a fleecy veil the scene around;/ So thick, it scarce allow'd her eye to trace/

The Velvet Glove
That was knowing Paris, of a wondrous bland April night; that was hanging over it from vague consecrated lamp-studded heights and taking in, spread below and afar, the great scroll of all its irresistible story, pricked out, across river and bridge and radiant place, and along quays and boulevards and avenues, and around monumental circles and squares, in syllables of fire, and sketched and summarized, further and further, in the dim fire-dust of endless avenues; that was all of the essence of fond and thrilled and throbbing recognition, with a thousand things understood and a flood of response conveyed, a whole familiar possessive feeling appealed to and attested.

The Vested Interests and the Common Man
It would also be extremely difficult to make allowance for this deduction, since much of it is not recognised as such by the men in charge and does not appear on their books under any special descriptive heading. In one way and another, and for divers and various reasons, the net production of goods serviceable for human use falls considerably short of the gross output, and the gross output is always short of the productive capacity of the available plant and man power.

The Villa Lucienne--Ella D'Arcy
The Villa itself was as dilapidated, as mournful-looking as the garden. The ground-floor alone gave signs of occupation, in a checked shirt spread out upon a window-ledge to dry, in a worn besom, an earthenware pipkin, and a pewter jug, ranged against the wall. But the upper part, with the yellow plaster crumbling from the walls, the grey painted persiennes all monotonously closed, said with a thousand voices it was never opened, never entered, had not been lived in for years.

The Village and The Newspaper--George Crabbe
Here too the lawless merchant of the main/ Draws from his plough th' intoxicated swain;/ Want only claim'd the labour of the day,/ But vice now steals his nightly rest away./

The Virginian--Owen Wister
Improved text, supersedes earlier version.

THE VISION OF SIR LAUNFAL--JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL
The drawbridge dropped with a surly clang,/ And through the dark arch a charger sprang,/ Bearing Sir Launfal, the maiden knight,/ In his gilded mail, that flamed so bright/ It seemed the dark castle had gathered all

The Visions of the Sleeping Bard--Ellis Wynne
Then away we went over hills and through forests, across seas and valleys, over castles and towers, rivers and rocks, and where should we alight but at one of the gates of the daughters of Belial, at the rear of the City of Destruction, where I noticed that the three gateways of Destruction contracted into one at the back, and opened upon the same place-a murky, vaporous, pestilent place, full of noisome mists, and terrible lowering clouds.

The Visits
I passed through the rooms again, and then out of the house. The gardens were ingenious, but they made me think (I have always that conceited habit) how much cleverer I should have been about them. Presently I met several of the rest of the party coming back from the church; on which my hostess took possession of me, declaring there was a point of view I must absolutely be treated to.

The Voice of the People
She had changed so little that he took her hand in sudden timidity, recalling the days when he had sold her chickens before her hen-house door. But when he had settled her in one of the cane rocking chairs beside the stove, his confidence returned and he responded heartily to her beneficent beam. Her florid face, shining large and luminous above the stiff black strings of her bonnet, reminded him of illustrations he had seen in which the sun is endowed with human features and an enveloping smile.

The Voice on the Wire--Eustace Hale Ball
Shirley spoke rapidly, in a low tone. The girl in the dark summer-house marveled at the rapid change of mien, as Jim suddenly ran down the steps to gaze into the taxicab, then nodding to Shirley. The house-holder as promptly returned through his front door, while Shirley swiftly unmanacled the prisoner enough to let him walk, stiff and awkward from the long ordeal in the car. The stern grip, of his captor prompted obedience.

The Voyage of the Verrazzano--Henry C. Murphy
I. That no evidence of the Verrazzano discovery ever existed in France, is not only necessarily presumed from the circumstance that none has ever been produced, but is inferentially established by the fact that all the French writers and historians, who have had occasion to consider the subject, have derived their information in regard to it from the Italian so-called copies of the letter, and until recently from that in Ramusio alone.

The War of Steel and Gold--Henry N. Brailsford
Ten years ago if we had invited statesmen and experts to define the tasks of the British army, they would have answered unanimously that we are obliged to maintain a large and costly land force primarily because we hold India and must prepare for its defence. By two treaties during this period our military position in India has been transformed.

The Warrior's Return, and Other Poems--Amelia Alderson Opie
Bright vale! the Muse's choicest theme,/ My morning thought, my midnight dream;/ Still memory paints thee, smiling scene,/ Still views the robe of purest green,/ Refreshed by beauty-shedding rains,/ Which wraps thy flower-enamelled plains;/

The Water Carriers--OSCAR FAY ADAMS
For he, Lavaine, who lov'd Sir Lancelot/ But reverenced his King and conscience more,/ Had hasten'd to the standard of his King/ When evil-hearted Modred rais'd revolt,/ And Lancelot, the faithless, stain'd, alas!/ His manhood, warring 'gainst his friend and King./ And so, because the lad was true and brave,/

The Water Ghost of Harrowby Hall--John Kendrick Bangs
"I was not to blame, sir," returned the lady. "It was my father's fault. He it was who built Harrowby Hall, and the haunted chamber was to have been mine. My father had it furnished in pink and yellow, knowing well that blue and gray formed the only combination of color I could tolerate. He did it merely to spite me, and, with what I deem a proper spirit, I declined to live in the room; whereupon my father said I could live there or on the lawn, he didn't care which. That night I ran from the house and jumped over the cliff into the sea."

The Water of Life and Other Sermons--Charles Kingsley
But the text speaks not of earthly water. No doubt the words 'Water of Life' have a spiritual and mystic meaning. Yet that alone does not prove the inspiration of the text. They had a spiritual and mystic meaning already among the heathens of the East-Greeks and barbarians alike.

The Way We Live Now
In all this there had been increased dismay, but there had also been some comfort. It had only been at moments in which he had been subject to her softer influences that Paul had doubted as to his adherence to the letter which he had written to her, breaking off his engagement. When she told him of her wrongs and of her love; of his promise and his former devotion to her; when she assured him that she had given up everything in life for him, and threw her arms round him, looking into his eyes then he would almost yield.

The Ways of Men--Eliot Gregory
Improved text, supersedes earlier version.

THE WEALTH SEEKER
The laugh was a well-timed deed. It came as The Shadow's automatics picked the lines that his eyes were following. It ended the attack that would have meant Cliff Marsland's doom. It brought a series of split-second surprises to the death-seeking mobsters who were clustered in Red Mike's dive.

The Weavers
Kaid looked at him enigmatically for a moment, then smiled grimly-he saw the course of the lance which David had thrown. He bent his look fiercely on Achmet and Higli. "Ye have heard. Truth is on his lips. I have stretched out my arm. Ye are my arm, to reach for and gather in Nahoum and all that is his." He turned quickly to David again. "I have given this hawk, Achmet, till to-morrow night to bring Nahoum to me," he explained.

THE WEDDING
ZHIGALOV. [Bows in all directions, in great emotion] I thank you! Dear guests! I am very grateful to you for not having forgotten and for having conferred this honour upon us without being standoffish And you must not think that I'm a rascal, or that I'm trying to swindle anybody. I'm speaking from my heart-from the purity of my soul! I wouldn't deny anything to good people! We thank you very humbly! [Kisses.]

The Well Of Saint Clare
On coming to himself, he smelt the perfume of myrtles and roses, and looking out of window saw a garden that descended in successive declivities to the sea. Signora Loreta, standing at his bed's head, took up her viol and began playing a tender air.

The Werewolf--Eugene Field
Now, although Harold was known far and wide as a mighty huntsman, he had never set forth to hunt the werewolf, and, strange enow, the werewolf never ravaged the domain while Harold was therein. Whereat Alfred marvelled much, and oftentimes he said: "Our Harold is a wondrous huntsman. Who is like unto him in stalking the timid doe and in crippling the fleeing boar? But how passing well doth he time his absence from the haunts of the werewolf. Such valor beseemeth our young Siegfried."

THE WERWOLVES--Henry Beaugrand
The sentry who had fired the first shot declared excitedly that all at once, on turning round on his beat, he had seen a party of red devils dancing around a bush fire, a couple of hundred yards away, right across the river from the fort, on the point covered with tall pine-trees. He had fired his musket in their direction, more with the intention of giving alarm than in the hope of hitting any of them at that distance.

The Wheel of Time
The youngest person present, before the ladies came in, was the young man who had sat next to Vera and whom, being on the same side of the long table, he had not had under his eye. Maurice noticed him now, noticed that he was very good-looking, fair and fresh and clean, impeccable in his straight smoothness; also that apparently knowing none of the other guests and moving by himself about the studio with visible interest in the charming things, he had the modesty of his age and of his position.

The Whistlers' Room--Paul Alverdes
"Do that, Pioneer," he said impressively after a moment, looking down upon him over his shoulders. Kollin, who had just been made fast with the knee-strap, smiled with astonishment. Even though he was not at the moment in a position to take up the challenge, yet the invitation to do so cheered him to the utmost, and he made up his mind to attempt it with another chair as a preliminary as soon as ever he had the opportunity. After that he submitted himself quietly to the knife with boundless confidence

The White Company--Arthur Conan Doyle
Improved text, supersedes earlier version.

THE WHITE HAT
As a matter of fact, his sudden request had positively astounded me, but ere I had time for any reply a door suddenly banged open above and a respectable-looking woman, who might have been some kind of upper servant, came quickly down the stairs. An expression of intense indignation rested upon her face, and without seeming to notice our presence she brushed past us and went out into the street.

The White Wolf of the Hartz Mountains--FREDERICK MARRYAT
This is the work by Marryat, variously titled "The Werewolf," "Krantz's Narrative," or what's listed above.

The White-Rose Wreath--Harriet Emma Burton
VEIL'D in monastic shades profound,/ In vain my spirit sighs:/ And hush'd in forced forgetfulness,/ Each thought and feeling lies./ No more for me the glorious light/ Unfolds the joys of morn,/

The Wibelungen--Richard Wagner
The World-ruler recognised from whence his deepest wound had come, and who it was that cried his world-plan final halt. It was the spirit of free Manhood loosed from the nature-soil of race, that had faced him in this Lombard Bond. He made short work of both the older foes: to the High-priest he gave his hand,-he fell with crushing force upon the selfish Guelphs; and so, once more arrived at summit of his power and undisputed might,-he spake the Lombards free, and struck with them a lasting peace.

The Widow's Clock--Bernard Capes
"Now, now," said he, lifting his hands, palms to me, and closing his eyes; "not the Charity Organisation again, my very sweet fellow! Not some malodorous citizen with a compound fracture of his tail, or a widow respectable in everything but the possession of twins. You wouldn't besmirch my preserves with such smut?"

The Wild Wreath--Mary Elizabeth Robinson
HARD by the limpid Conway's murm'ring stream/ A cottage stood, by thickest trees surrounded;/ The creeping vine, o'er lattic'd windows twining,/ Gave a soft light, when low the sun declining/ Shot o'er the distant hills his sinking beam./

The Witches' Sabbath--James Platt
"Of this hermit I knew nothing until we reached the town. It was then too late to seek another workshop. Should what you say be correct, and this holy man have purged this plague spot, I can do no worse than pass the night with him, and return to you. But should the practices of witch and wizard continue as of yore, then the powers of evil shall draw my love to me, be she where she may.

The Woman of the Inner Room--W. C. Morrow
Her voice was kept back by a gasp, and with a lurch she slipped from her father's grasp and went all disorganized down to the ground before he could save her. He picked her up, placed her in the buggy, and drove rapidly to his home. When she recovered she found her mother in anxious watch upon her, for her father had gone to see what could be done for the wounded man.

The Woman Who Didn't--Victoria Cross
And, no, she doesn't. Over to you, Grant Allen.

THE WORKS OF DIONYSIUS
This prayer He also offered up Himself, falling repeatedly on His face; and on both occasions He urged His request for not entering into temptation: both when He prayed, "If it be possible, let this cup pass from me;" and when He said, "Nevertheless not as I will, but as Thou wilt." For He spoke of not entering into temptation, and He made that His prayer; but He did not ask that He should have no trial whatsoever in these circumstances, or(4) that no manner of hardship should ever befall Him.

The Works of Samuel Johnson, V4
Containing essays from The Rambler and The Adventurer

The Wreck--H.M. Tomlinson
We rounded the buoy which marks the beginning of the fairway to shelter, though we were not running for shelter, but otherwise. I was then at the first step of a journey from the stern companion-hatch to the wheel-house, when the tug, in my view of it, stood upright on her propeller. At least, it was necessary to wait a moment. Then there seemed to come an opportunity for a short run to a better handhold, but my intention was detected, and ten pounds of beef suspended in the rigging caught me with its bone-end. The movements of this ship were novel.

THE WRITING LESSON--Frank J. Morlock
Writer (gulping) Right, right, Comrade editor. Three years later, he is found by a Soviet expedition, bursting with life and health. He has built himself a hut, bred rabbits, and taught a parrot to wake him up with the words: "Attention, attention! Off with your blanket, time for early morning exercises." Note: Suggested by a story by Il'f and Petrov.

THE WRONG BLACK BAG--ANGELO LEWIS
"That's just it. He daren't do anything when you've got your eye on him. When you haven't perhaps he may, and perhaps he mayn't. The fact is, you hold up his head too tight, and if he jibs now and then you can't wonder at it."

The Young Carthaginian--G.A. Henty
"I need not say," Carthalon said carelessly, "that the punishment of the violation of the oath is death. It is so put in our rules. But we are all nobles of Carthage, and nobles do not break their oaths, so we can let that pass. When a man's word is good enough to make him beggar himself in order to discharge a wager, he can be trusted to keep his word in a matter which concerns the lives of a score of his fellows. And now that this business is arranged we can go on with our talk; but first let us have some wine, for all this talking is thirsty work at best."

The Young Explorer
Ben heard every word that was said, and it confirmed his suspicions. There was no doubt that an attempt would be made to rob him and his companion before morning, and the prospect was not pleasant. By submitting quietly he would come to no harm, and the loss of the money would not be irreparable. He and Bradley had each started with a hundred dollars, supplied by Miss Doughlas, and thus far but little of this sum had been spent. Their employer would doubtless send them a further supply if they were robbed, but they would be reluctant to apply to her, since the loss would be partly the result of their imprudence.

The Young Firemen of Lakeville--Frank V. Webster
Fortunately, there was not much meat in the ice box, and when it had all been consumed, and there was only wood for the fire to feed on, the blaze was less fierce. The water from the three lines of hose and that dashed on by the men, who could now approach quite close, had its effect. In a little while the fire was about out, and Bert ordered the boys to use only one line of hose, which made it easier on the pumpers and bucket lads. Then, with a final hiss and splutter, the fire died away.

The Young Gardeners' Kalendar--Dollie Radford
Passion-flowers in sober beauty,/ Through the trellis twine and twist,/ And the stocks breathe out their fragrance/ Near the sweet love-in-a-mist;/ Where the bees all day for gladness/ In their honey-search persist./

The Young Musician
Philip was provided with an appetite, but he did not relish the idea of going downstairs and joining the rest of Mr. Tucker's boarders. It would seem like a tacit admission that he was one of their number. Of course, he couldn't do without eating, but he had a large apple in his pocket when captured, and he thought that this would prevent his suffering from hunger for that night, at least, and he did not mean to spend another at the Norton poorhouse. The problem of to-morrow's supply of food might be deferred till then.

The Young Step-Mother Or, a Chronicle of Mistakes
'Hearty love for them has carried her through the first difficulties, which appalled me, for they had been greatly mismanaged. I am afraid that she has not been able to undo some of the past evil; and with all her good intentions, I am sometimes afraid whether she is old enough to deal with grown-up young people.'

The Yukon Trail--William MacLeod Raine
Elliot hesitated for the better part of a day, then came to an impulsive decision. He knew the evil fame of Fifty-Mile Swamp-that no trail in Alaska was held to be more difficult or dangerous. He knew too what a fearful pest the mosquitoes were. Peter had told him a story of how he and a party of engineers had come upon a man wandering in the hills, driven mad by mosquitoes. The traveler had lost his matches and had been unable to light smudge fires. Day and night the little singing devils had swarmed about him. He could not sleep. He could not rest. Every moment for forty-eight hours he had fought for his life against them. Within an hour of the time they found him the man had died a raving maniac.

THEIR GOLDEN HAND--Norman A. Daniels
Lumbard retreated a step or two. His jaw dropped and his eyes bulged. "M-murdered ? B-but why ask me what it's about? I don't know. Anyway, who'd want to kill a nice old guy like him. He wasn't worth five hundred bucks beyond that collection of stamps and coins- Holy smoke, sarge . . . you don't think-"

Their Mariposa Legend--Charlotte Herr
Then, after a moment: "Right well knowest thou my only wish is to make thee happy." Again his voice, though gentle, grew serious almost to sadness. "No mere whim it is that counsels me to wed thee to Cabrillo. "There is something-" He paused, continuing with effort,- "a reason I have never told thee why it seems most fitting. Now I will tell thee. That reason is because, because, my Wildenai, thou art Spanish born thyself."

Their Yesterdays--Harold Bell Wright
The man's work demanded freedom and the man was not free. In his dreams, at the beginning of his manhood, he had thought himself free to work out his dreams. He had said to himself: "Alone, in my own strength, I will work. Depending upon no man, I will be independent. Limited only by myself, I will be free." He said this because he did not, then, know the strength of the bars. He had not, at that time, seen the mountain range. He had not faced the darkness that would not lift.

Theological Essays and Other Papers v1--Thomas de Quincey
Now these distinctions are important to the whole extent of the question. For the 2d case, which is the actual case of many miracles recorded in the New Testament, at once cuts away a large body of sources in which either error or deceit could lurk. Hume's argument supposes the reporter of the miracle to be a dupe, or the maker of dupes-himself deluded, or wishing to delude others. But, in the case of the thousands fed from a few loaves and small fishes, the chances of error, wilful or not wilful, are diminished in proportion to the number of observers;

THEOPHILUS TO AUTOLYCUS, v1
But you do not believe that the dead are raised. When the resurrection shall take place, then you will believe, whether you will or no; and your faith shah be reckoned for unbelief, unless you believe now. And why do you not believe? Do you not know that faith is the leading principle in all matters? For what husbandman can reap, unless he first trust his seed to the earth? Or who can cross the sea, unless he first entrust himself to the boat and the pilot? And what sick person can be healed, unless first he trust himself to the care of the physician? And what art or knowledge can any one learn, unless he first apply and entrust himself to the teacher?

THEOPHILUS TO AUTOLYCUS, v2
And without meaning to do so, they acknowledge that they know not the truth; but being inspired by demons and puffed up by them, they spoke at their instance whatever they said. For indeed the poets,-Homer, to wit, and Hesiod, being, as they say, inspired by the Muses,-spoke from a deceptive fancy,(5) and not with a pure but an erring spirit.

THEOPHILUS TO AUTOLYCUS, v3
And concerning chastity, the holy word teaches us not only not to sin in act, but not even in thought, not even in the heart to think of any evil, nor look on another man's wife with our eyes to lust after her. Solomon, accordingly, who was a king and a prophet, said: "Let thine eyes look right on, and let thine eyelids look straight before thee: make straight paths for your feet."(6) And the voice of the Gospel teaches still more urgently concerning chastity, saying: "Whosoever looketh on a woman who is not his own wife, to lust after her, hath committed adultery with her already in his heart."(7)

THEOPHILUS, BISHOP OF CAESAREA IN PALESTINE
ENDEAVOUR also to send abroad copies of our epistle among all the churches, so that those who easily deceive their own Souls may not be able to lay the blame on us. We would have you know, too, that in Alexandria[8] also they observe the festival on the same day as ourselves. For the Paschal letters are sent from us to them, and from them to us: so that we observe the holy day in unison and together.

THEORY of the EARTH--JAMES HUTTON
WE have found, that there is not in this globe (as a planet revolving in the solar system) any power or motion adapted to the purpose now in view; nor, were there such a power, could a mass of simply collected materials have continued any considerable time to resist the waves and currents natural to the sea, but must have been quickly carried away, and again deposited at the bottom of the ocean.

These Little Ones
Alf knew that "in the country" where dogs were possible to turrify means to annoy. He had always had dreams ever since he could remember-dreams of the farm in Kent that his aunt talked of, where the cherry orchards were, and the pears on the side of the house, "so you could pick 'em outer window." He had dreamed of being King of England, with ermine robes, so jolly for the winter; and a gold crown-less convenient, perhaps.

They Call Me Carpenter--Upton Sinclair
Now, of course, I had known this must come; I had realized that I would be getting myself in for it, if I went to join Carpenter that morning. I had planned to warn him, to explain to him what our newspapers are; but how could I have foreseen that he was going to get into a riot before breakfast, and bring out the police reserves and the police reporters?

They Who Marry Do Ill--Voltairine de Cleyre
In the old days to which I have alluded, I contended, warmly and sincerely, for the exclusive union of one man and one woman as long as they were held together by love, and for the dissolution of the arrangement upon the desire of either. We talked in those days most enthusiastically about the bond of love, and it only. Nowadays I would say that I prefer to see a marriage based purely on business considerations, than a marriage based on love.

Thirty-One Years on the Plains and In the Mountains--William F. Drannan
Full title: THIRTY-ONE YEARS ON THE PLAINS AND IN THE MOUNTAINS OR, THE LAST VOICE FROM THE PLAINS. AN AUTHENTIC RECORD OF A LIFE TIME OF HUNTING, TRAPPING, SCOUTING AND INDIAN FIGHTING IN THE FAR WEST

Thomas Hariot--Henry Stevens
COLLECTORS OF RARE English books always speak reverently and even mysteriously of the 'quarto Hariot' as they do of the 'first folio.' It is given to but few of them ever to touch or to see it, for not more than seven copies are at present known to exist. Even four of these are locked up in public libraries, whence they are never likely to pass into private hands.

Thomas Wingfold, Curate V1
Ah, Mr. Wingfold! what if, after all the discoveries made, and all the theories set up and pulled down, amid all the commonplaces men call common sense, notwithstanding all the over-powering and excluding self-assertion of things that are seen, ever crying, 'Here we are, and save us there is nothing: the Unseen is the Unreal!'-what if, I say, notwithstanding all this, it should yet be that the strongest weapon a man can wield is prayer to one who made him!

Thomas Wingfold, Curate V2
If he had never committed any crime, he had yet done wrong enough to understand the misery of shame and dishonour, and should he not find a loving human heart the heart of the world, would rejoice-with what rejoicing might then be possible-to accept George Bascombe's theory, and drop into the jaws of darkness and cease. How much more miserable then must those be who had committed some terrible crime, or dearly loved one who had!

Thomas Wingfold, Curate V3
And she looked upon me with the courage of a child, and she said unto me, Stranger, knowest thou wherefore was that cry? Was it thou who did so cry in our street in the night? And I answered her and said, Verily not I, maiden, but I too heard the cry, and it shook my soul within me.-What seemed it unto thee like, she asked, for truly I slept, and know only the terror thereof and not the sound? And I said, It seemed unto me that every soul in the village cried out at once in some dream of horror.-

Thoughts on Present Discontents--Edmund Burke
It is always to be lamented when men are driven to search into the foundations of the commonwealth. It is certainly necessary to resort to the theory of your government whenever you propose any alteration in the frame of it, whether that alteration means the revival of some former antiquated and forsaken constitution of state, or the introduction of some new improvement in the commonwealth.

Thoughts Out Of Season - Part One
A corpse is a pleasant thought for a worm, and a worm is a dreadful thought for every living creature. Worms fancy their kingdom of heaven in a fat body; professors of philosophy seek theirs in rummaging among Schopenhauer's entrails, and as long as rodents exist, there will exist a heaven for rodents. In this, we have the answer to our first question: How does the believer in the new faith picture his heaven?

Thrawn Janet--Robert Louis Stevenson
Weel, when it got about the clachan that Janet M'Clour was to be servant at the manse, the folk were fair mad wi' her an' him thegether; and some o' the guidwives had nae better to dae than get round her door cheeks and chairge her wi' a' that was ken't again her, frae the sodger's bairn to John Tamson's twa kye. She was nae great speaker; folk usually let her gang her ain gate, an' she let them gang theirs, wi', neither Fair-guid-een nor Fair-guid-day; but when she buckled to, she had a tongue to deave the miller.

THREE FRAGMENTS FROM THE HOMILY ON THE CROSS AND PASSION OF CHRIST
Some think that God also, whom they measure with the measure of their own feelings, judges the same thing that wicked and foolish men judge to be subjects of praise and blame, and that He uses the opinions of men as His rule and measure, not taking into account the fact that, by reason of the ignorance that is in them, every creature falls short of the beauty of God. For He draws all things to life by His Word, from their universal substance and nature.

Three Lives--Gertrude Stein
It was not now any longer that she wanted to stay near Mrs. Lehntman. There was no one now that made anything important, but Anna was certain that she did not want to take a place where she would be under some new people. No one could ever be for Anna as had been her cherished Miss Mathilda. No one could ever again so freely let her do it all.

Three Sermons, Three Prayers--Jonathan Swift
Almighty and most gracious Lord God, extend, we beseech Thee, Thy pity and compassion toward this Thy languishing servant; teach her to place her hope and confidence entirely in Thee; give her a true sense of the emptiness and vanity of all earthly things; make her truly sensible of all the infirmities of her life past, and grant to her such a true sincere repentance as is not to be repented of.

THREE THANKSGIVING KISSES
"I do assure you, madam," he urged, "it is all a mistake. I am not an invited guest. I was merely calling on a little matter of business, when-" and there he stopped. George exploded into a hearty, uncontrollable laugh; while Elsie, in the darkness, shook her little fist at the stranger, who hastened to add, "Please let me bid you good-evening, I have not the slightest claim on your hospitality."

Through the Magic Door--Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
It must be admitted that, looking back upon history, we have not always been good allies, nor yet generous co-partners in the battlefield. The first is the fault of our politics, where one party rejoices to break what the other has bound. The makers of the Treaty are staunch enough, as the Tories were under Pitt and Castlereagh, or the Whigs at the time of Queen Anne, but sooner or later the others must come in.

Time and Change
If life is a ferment, as we are told it is, how long it took this yeast to leaven the whole loaf! Man is evidently the end of the series, he is the top of the biological tree. His specialization upon physical lines seems to have ended far back in geologic time; his future specialization and development is evidently to be upon mental and spiritual lines.

To Have and To Hold--Mary Johnston
As I sat down upon the bank at her feet, she turned to me with a sudden passion. "I am weary of it all!" she cried. "I am tired of being pent up in this house and garden, and of the watch you keep upon me. And if I go abroad, it is worse! I hate all those shameless faces that stare at me as if I were in the pillory. I am pilloried before you all, and I find the experience sufficiently bitter. And when I think that that man whom I hate, hate, hate, breathes the air that I breathe, it stifles me!

TO HIS WIFE
To us continence has been pointed out by the Lord of salvation as an instrument for attaining eternity,(1) and as a testimony of (our) faith; as a commendation of this flesh of ours, which is to be sustained for the "garment of immortality,"(2) which is one day to supervene; for enduring, in fine, the will of God. Besides, reflect, I advise you, that there is no one who is taken out of the world(3) but by the will of God, if, (as is the case,) not even a leaf falls from off a tree without it. The same who brings us into the world? must of necessity take us out of it too. Therefore when, through the will of God, the husband is deceased, the marriage likewise, by the will of God, deceases.

To Let--B. M. Croker
The next morning, rested and invigorated, we set out on a tour of inspection; and it is almost worth while to undergo a certain amount of baking on the sweltering heat of the plains, in order to enjoy those deep first draughts of cool hill air, instead of a stifling, dust-laden atmosphere, and to appreciate the green valleys and blue hills by force of contrast to the far-stretching, eye-smarting, white glaring roads that intersect the burnt-up plains-roads and plains that even the pariah abandons, salamander though he be!

TO SCAPULA
We have no master but God. He is before you, and cannot be hidden from you, but to Him you can do no injury. But those whom you regard as masters are only men, and one day they themselves must die. Yet still this community will be undying, for be assured that just in the time of its seeming overthrow it is built up into greater power.

Tobogganing On Parnassus--Franklin P. Adams
Your conduct, naughty Chloris, is/ Not just exactly Horace's/ Ideal of a lady/ At the shady/ Time of life;/ You mustn't throw your soul away/ On foolishness, like Pholoe-/ Her days are folly-laden-/ She's a maiden,/ You're a wife./

Tom Swift in the Land of Wonders
Improved text, supersedes earlier version.

Tom Thumb
Full title: THE TRAGEDY OF TRAGEDIES OR THE LIFE and DEATH OF Tom Thumb the Great

TOMORROW
Meanwhile Fourth Shan's Wife sat on the edge of the bed crying. Pao-erh lay on the bed, and the loom stood silent on the floor. After a long time, when Fourth Shan's Wife had no more tears to shed, she opened her eyes wide, and looked around in amazement. All this was impossible! "This is only a dream," she thought. "It's all a dream. I shall wake up tomorrow lying snug in bed, with Pao-erh sleeping snugly beside me.

Tractatus Logico-Philosophicus--Ludwig Wittgenstein
5.123 If a god creates a world in which certain propositions are true, then by that very act he also creates a world in which all the propositions that follow from them come true. And similarly he could not create a world in which the proposition 'p' was true without creating all its objects.

Transition
And, though he never could explain how, he presently stood at the door of the jail-like building that contained his flat, having walked the whole three miles. His thoughts had been so busy and absorbed that he had hardly noticed the length of weary trudge. 'Besides,' he reflected, thinking of the narrow escape, 'I've had a nasty shock. It was a d-d near thing, now I come to think of it....' He still felt a bit shaky and bewildered. Yet, at the same time, he felt extraordinarily jolly and lighthearted.

Translation of A Savage
Please Heaven, she said to herself, no one should see that her equanimity was shaken. They had brought one servant with them, who had been gravely and yet conventionally informed that his young master's wife, an Indian chieftainess, was expected. There are few family troubles but find their way to servants' hall with an uncomfortable speed; for, whether or not stone walls have ears, certainly men-servants and maid-servants have eyes that serve for ears, and ears that do more than their bounden duty. Boulter, the footman, knew his business.

Travels and Adventures of Monsieur Violet
I had scarcely slept an hour when I was roused by a touch on my shoulder. At first, I fancied it was a dream, but as I opened my eyes, I saw one of my Indians with his fingers upon his lips to enjoin me to silence, while his eyes were turned towards the open prairie. I immediately looked in that direction, and there was a sight that acted as a prompt anti-soporific. About half a mile from us stood a band of twenty Indians, with their war-paint and accoutrements, silently and quietly occupied in tying the horses.

Travels in England in 1782--Charles P. Moritz
"Seat yourself on a stone!" said my companion, and shook his head. "No, no! come along with me to a neighbouring ale-house, where it is possible they mayn't be gone to bed, and we may yet find company." We went on a few houses further, and then knocked at a door. It was then nearly twelve. They readily let us in; but how great was my astonishment, when, on being shown into a room on the left, I saw a great number of clergymen, all with their gowns and bands on, sitting round a large table, each with his pot of beer before him.

Travels in the Interior of Africa - Volume 1--Mungo Park
The day following (March 2nd), I endeavoured, by all the means in my power, to prevail upon my people to go on, but they still continued obstinate; and having reason to fear some further insult from the fanatic Moors, I resolved to proceed alone. Accordingly, the next morning, about two o'clock, I departed from Deena. It was moonlight, but the roaring of the wild beasts made it necessary to proceed with caution.

TRAVELS IN THE INTERIOR OF AFRICA - VOLUME 2--MUNGO PARK
The Mandingoes and, I believe, the negroes in general, have no artificial method of dividing time. They calculate the years by the number of rainy seasons. They portion the year into moons, and reckon the days by so many suns. The day they divide into morning, midday, and evening; and farther subdivide it, when necessary, by pointing to the sun's place in the heavens.

Travels in West Africa--Mary H. Kingsley
"Well! Fortunately the steward boy put that paw-paw on the table again for twelve o'clock chop. If it hadn't been for that, not a living soul would have known the going of the book-keeper. For when B---cut it open, there, right inside it, were nine steel trouser-buttons, a Waterbury watch, and the poor young fellow's keys. For you see, instead of his digesting his dinner with that paw-paw, the paw-paw took charge and digested him, dinner and all, and when B--- interrupted it, it was just getting a grip on the steel things. There's an awful lot of pepsine in a paw-paw, and if you hang, etc., etc."

TREATISE I. ON THE UNITY OF THE CHURCH.
11. Against people of this kind the Lord cries; from these He restrains and recalls His erring people, saying, "Hearken not unto the words of the false prophets; for the visions of their hearts deceive them. They speak, but not out of the mouth of the Lord. They say to those who cast away the word of God, Ye shall have peace, and every one that walketh after his own will. Every one who walketh in the error of his heart, no evil shall come upon him. I have not spoken to them, yet they prophesied.

TREATISE II. ON THE DRESS OF VIRGINS.
10. You say that you are wealthy and rich; but it becomes not a virgin to boast of her riches, since Holy Scripture says, "What hath pride profited us? or what benefit hath the vaunting of riches conferred upon us? And all these things have passed away like a shadow."(1) And the apostle again warns us, and says, "And they that buy, as though they bought not; and they that possess, as though they possessed not; and they that use this world, as though they used it not. For the fashion of this world passeth away."

TREATISE III. ON THE LAPSED.
14. But now, what wounds can those who are overcome show? what gashes of gaping entrails, what tortures of the limbs, in cases where it was not faith that fell in the encounter, but faithlessness that anticipated the struggle? Nor does the necessity of the crime excuse the person compelled, where the crime is committed of free will. Nor do I say this in such a way as that I would burden the cases of the brethren, but that I may rather instigate the brethren to a prayer of atonement.

TREATISE IV. ON THE LORD'S PRAYER.
18. As the prayer goes forward, we ask and say, "Give us this day our daily bread." And this may be understood both spiritually and literally, because either way of understanding it is rich in divine usefulness to our salvation. For Christ is the bread of life; and this bread does not belong to all men, but it is ours. And according as we say, "Our Father," because He is the Father of those who understand and believe; so also we call it "our bread," because Christ is the bread of those who are in union with His body.

TREATISE IX. ON THE ADVANTAGE OF PATIENCE.
13. It is the wholesome precept of our Lord and Master: "He that endureth," saith He, "unto the end, the same shall be saved;"(4) and again, "If ye continue," saith He, "in my word, ye shall be truly my disciples; and ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free."(5) We must endure and persevere, beloved brethren, in order that, being admitted to the hope of truth and liberty, we may attain to the truth and liberty itself; for that very fact that we are Christians is the substance of faith and hope. But that hope and faith may attain to their result, there is need of patience.

TREATISE V. AN ADDRESS TO DEMETRIANUS
And therefore by the mouth of the prophet the truth of the matter is put forth with the divine spirit and instinct: it is shown in a certain and obvious way that God can prevent adverse things, but that the evil deserts of sinners prevent His bringing aid. "Is the Lord's hand," says he, "not strong to save you; or has He made heavy His ear, that He cannot hear you? But your sins separate between you and God; and because of your sins He hath hid His face from you, that He may not have mercy." (2) Therefore let your sins and of-fences be reckoned up; let the wounds of your conscience be considered; and let each one cease complaining about God, or about us, if he should perceive that himself deserves what he suffers.

TREATISE VI. ON THE VANITY OF IDOLS
5. Kingdoms do not rise to supremacy through merit, but are varied by chance. Empire was formerly held by both Assyrians and Medes and Persians; and we know, too, that both Greeks and Egyptians have had dominion. Thus, in the varying vicissitudes of power, the period of empire has also come to the Romans as to the others. But if you recur to its origin, you must needs blush. A people is collected together from profligates and criminals, and by founding an asylum, impunity for crimes makes the number great; and that their king himself may have a superiority in crime, Romulus becomes a fratricide

TREATISE VII. ON THE MORTALITY.
And Tobias, after his excellent works, after the many and glorious illustrations of his merciful spirit, having suffered the loss of his sight, fearing and blessing God in his adversity, by his very bodily affliction increased in praise; and even him also his wife tried to pervert, saying, "Where are thy righteousnesses? Behold what thou sufferest!"(8) But he, stedfast and firm in respect of the fear of God, and armed by the faith of his religion to all endurance of suffering, yielded not to the temptation of his weak wife in his trouble, but rather deserved better from God by his greater patience; and afterwards Raphael the angel praises him

TREATISE VIII. ON WORKS AND ALMS.
10. You are afraid lest perchance your estate should fail, if you begin to act liberally from it; and you do not know, miserable man that you are, that while you are fearing lest your family property should fail you, life itself, and salvation, are failing; and whilst you are anxious lest any of your wealth should be diminished, you do not see that you yourself are being diminished, in that you are a lover of mammon more than of your own soul; and while you fear, lest for the sake of yourself, you should lose your patrimony, you yourself are perishing for the sake of your patrimony.

TREATISE WRITTEN TO A DEVOUT MAN--WALTER HILTON
By the corporal working that I speak of, thou must understand that I mean all manner of good works or deeds that thy soul doth by the senses or the members of thy body, either upon or towards thyself, as in fasting, watching, or in restraining thy fleshly or sensual desires, by penance-doing, or other acts of mortification. Or upon, or towards thy Christian brother, in performance of the works of mercy, spiritual or corporal.

TREATISE X. ON JEALOUSY AND ENVY.
11. Why do you rush into the darkness of jealousy? why do you enfold yourself in the cloud of malice? why do you quench all the light of peace and charity in the blindness of envy? why do you return to the devil, whom you had renounced? why do you stand like Cain? For that he who is jealous of his brother, and has him in hatred, is bound by the guilt of homicide, the Apostle John declares in his epistle, saying, "Whosoever hateth his brother is a murderer; and ye know that no murderer hath life abiding in him."(2)

TREATISE XI. EXHORTATION TO MARTYRDOM, ADDRESSED TO FORTUNATUS.
4. That God does not easily pardon idolaters. Moses in Exodus prays for the people, and does not obtain his prayer, saying: "I pray, O Lord, this people hath sinned a great sin. They have made them gods of gold. And now, if Thou forgivest them their sin, forgive it; but if not, blot me out of the book which Thou hast written.

TREATISE XII. THREE BOOKS OF TESTIMONIES AGAINST THE JEWS
That the Gentiles rather than the Jews attain to the kingdom of heaven. In the Gospel the Lord says: "Many shall come from the east and from the west, and shall lie down with Abraham, and Isaac, and Jacob, in the kingdom of heaven; but the children of the kingdom shall go out into outer darkness: there shall be weeping and gnashing of teeth."[18]

TREATISES ATTRIBUTED TO CYPRIAN ON QUESTIONABLE AUTHORITY
9. The Christian has nobler exhibitions, if he wishes for them. He has true and profitable pleasures, if he will recollect himself. And to say nothing of those which he cannot yet contemplate, he has that beauty of the world to look upon and admire.[3] He may gaze upon the sun's rising, and again on its setting, as it brings round in their mutual changes days and nights; the moon's orb, designating in its waxings and warnings the courses of the seasons; the troops of shining stars, and those which glitter from on high with extreme mobility,-their members divided through the changes of the entire year

TRILBY--George du Maurier
'Mon ami, an apple is an excellent thing - until you have tried a peach! Her voice to that of Alboni is as a peach to an apple-I give you my word of honour! but bah! the voice is a detail. It's what she does with it-it's incredible! it gives one cold all down the back! it drives you mad! it makes you weep hot tears by the spoonful! Ah! the tear, mon fy! tenez! I can draw everything but that! Ca n'est pas dans mes cordes! I can only madden with love! But La Svengali! . . . And then, in the middle of it all, prrrout! . . . she makes you laugh! Ah! le beau rire! faire rire avec des larmes plein les yeux-voila qui me passe! .. . Mon ami, when I heard her it made me swear that even I would never try to sing any more

Try and Trust
Ralph seemed so entirely unconcerned that something of his confidence was imparted to Herbert. Noting the erect mien and fearless glance of his guide, every movement betokening strength, he could not help feeling that Abner Holden would be rash to make such a man his enemy. He felt safe in his protection, and his apprehensions of capture passed away. So with lightened heart he walked the five dusty miles to the village of Vernon, accompanied by Ralph.

Tumble-Down Dick
Full title: TUMBLE-DOWN DICK: OR, PHAETON in the SUDS. A Dramatick Entertainment of Walking, in Serious and Foolish Characters: Interlarded with Burlesque, Grotesque, Comick Interludes, CALL'D, Harlequin a Pick-Pocket.

TWELVE TOPICS ON THE FAITH
If any one affirms that He who suffered is one, and that He who suffered not is another, and refuses to acknowledge that the Word, who is Himself the impassibie and unchangeable God, suffered in the flesh which He had assumed really, yet without mutation, even as it is written,

Two Little Women on a Holiday--Carolyn Wells
Now, Alicia privately thought this was just about the truth, but Bernice thought differently; "Rubbish!" she cried. "Uncle Jeff doesn't think anything of the sort! He's so kind-hearted, he wants us all to have things nice, and he doesn't even think about whether it would hurt our feelings or not. Why, Dolly, the price of a dress is no more to him, than a glass of soda water would be to us."

Two Trips to Gorilla Land, V2
In 1863 the coast was still in confusion. The Portuguese claimed too much seaboard according to the British: the British government ignored the just claims of Portugal, and the political bickerings were duly embittered by a demoralized race of English traders, who perpetually applied for cruisers, complaining that the troops interfered with their trade.

Two Trips to Gorilla Land--Richard F. Burton
Full title: Two Trips to Gorilla Land and the Cataracts of the Congo Volume 1

Typee: A Romance of the South Sea
Improved text, supersedes earlier version.

Tyranny Unmasked--John Taylor of Caroline
A passion for carnage, is the tyranny of savages. Ambition and avarice are the passions which produce civilized tyranny. A policy for encouraging the latter passions, is like one for training savage nations to become bloodhounds. If ambition is cultivated by feeding it with excessive power, it extorts from industry the fruits of its labour; if avarice is cultivated by feeding it with excessive wealth, it acquires political power to pillage industry also. Enormous political power invariably accumulates enormous wealth, and enormous wealth invariably accumulates enormous political power.

Uarda
The great doors of the pylon were wide open, and afforded a view into the forecourt of the sanctuary, paved with polished squares of stone, and surrounded on three sides with colonnades. The walls and architraves, the pillars and the fluted cornice, which slightly curved in over the court, were gorgeous with many colored figures and painted decorations. In the middle stood a great sacrificial altar, on which burned logs of cedar wood, whilst fragrant balls of Kyphi

UGH-LOMI AND THE CAVE BEAR. --H.G. WELLS.
Eudena struck a spark and blew at it; it twinkled brighter and then - went out. At that she cast down flint and firestone and began wringing her hands. Her face was wet with tears. Then she sprang to her feet and scrambled a dozen feet up the cliff above the ledge. How she hung on even for a moment I do not know, for the chalk was vertical and without grip for a monkey.

UGH-LOMI AND UYA
She remained there all night, an age-long vigil, straining her ears for the things that went on below in the darkness, and keeping motionless lest some stealthy beast should discover her. Man in those days was never alone in the dark, save for such rare accidents as this. Age after age he had learnt the lesson of its terror - a lesson we poor children of his have nowadays painfully to unlearn. Eudena, though in age a woman, was in heart like a little child. She kept as still, poor little animal, as a hare before it is started.

Umboo, the Elephant--Howard R. Garis
When the big elephants found, because of the ditch, that they could not get near enough the stockade fence to knock it down with their big heads, they became very wild. They raised their trunks and made loud trumpet sounds through them. They beat the earth with their feet until the ground trembled, and some of them rushed at the gate, which had fallen shut behind them, as they hurried into the trap to get away from the noise.

Uncle Christian's Inheritance--Erckmann-Chatrian
As I was thus wondering and meditating I heard a slight noise. The door of my alcove opened, and a man clothed in some stiff material resembling felt, such as is worn by the monks in the chapel of St. Werburgh at Mayence, with a broad-brimmed hat and feather pushed off from the left ear, his hands buried up to the elbows in gauntlets of strong untanned leather, entered the room.

Uncle Vanya
MARINA. [Shaking her head] This house is topsy-turvy! The Professor gets up at noon, the samovar is kept boiling all the morning, and everything has to wait for him. Before they came we used to have dinner at one o'clock, like everybody else, but now we have it at seven. The Professor sits up all night writing and reading, and suddenly, at two o'clock, there goes the bell! Heavens, what's that? The Professor wants some tea! Wake the servants, light the samovar! Lord, how topsy-turvy!

Under the Storm, Illustrated--Charlotte M. Yonge
Perhaps it was well that the delicate pink blossoms were soon faded and crushed, and that twilight veiled their colours, for just as the cattle were being foddered for the night, there was a gay step on the narrow path, and with a start of terror, Patience beheld a tall soldier, in tall hat, buff coat, and high boots before her; while Growler made a horrible noise, but Toby danced in a rapture of delight.

UNDER WESTERN EYES
Note: By Frank J. Morlock--Based on the novel by Joseph Conrad

Understood Betsy--Dorothy Canfield
When she put Deborah into Betsy's arms, the child felt that she was receiving something very precious, almost something alive. She and Ellen looked with delight at the yards and yards of picot-edged ribbon, sewed on by hand to the ruffles of the skirt, and lifted up the silk folds to admire the carefully made, full petticoats and frilly drawers, the pretty, soft old kid shoes and white stockings.

Undine
Kind of a prequel to Story of an African Farm.

Unterhaltungen deutscher Ausgewanderten
Ferdinand wuchs mit der unangenehmen Empfindung heran, dass ihm oft dasjenige fehle, was er an seinen Gespielen sah. Er wollte in Kleidung, in einer gewissen Liberalitaet des Lebens und Betragens hinter niemanden zurueckbleiben, er wollte seinem Vater aehnlich werden, dessen Beispiel er taeglich vor Augen sah und der ihm doppelt als Musterbild erschien

Ursula
Improved text, supersedes earlier version.

Utopia of Usurers and other Essays--G.K. Chesterton
Now I have said again and again (and I shall continue to say again and again on all the most inappropriate occasions) that we must hit Capitalism, and hit it hard, for the plain and definite reason that it is growing stronger. Most of the excuses which serve the capitalists as masks are, of course, the excuses of hypocrites.

Vaila--M. P. Shiel
I asked with what motives, and in what particulars, the malice of his mother and aunt manifested itself. He replied that there was, he believed, no specific motive, but only a determined malevolence, involuntary and fated; and that the respect in which it manifested itself was to be found in the multiplied prayers and commands with which, for years, they had importuned him to seek again the far hold of his ancestors.

Vailima Prayers--Robert Louis Stevenson
FOR our absent loved ones we implore thy loving-kindness. Keep them in life, keep them in growing honour; and for us, grant that we remain worthy of their love. For Christ's sake, let not our beloved blush for us, nor we for them. Grant us but that, and grant us courage to endure lesser ills unshaken, and to accept death, loss, and disappointment as it were straws upon the tide of life.

Valerie
As her daughters were led down to the carriages, I thought that she was going to faint; but it appeared, on second thoughts, that she wished first to see the girls depart in their gay equipages; she therefore tottered to the window, saw them get in, looked at Newman's greys and gay postillions -at the white and silver favours -the dandy valet and smart lady's-maid in each rumble. She saw them start at a rattling pace, watched them till they turned the corner of the square, and then -and not till then -fell senseless in my arms, and was carried by the attendants into her own room.

VAMPIRE--JAN NERUDA
And again we became silent. We were all in such a wonderful mood-so unspeakably sweet it all was! Each felt for himself a whole world of happiness and each one would have shared his happiness with the whole world. All felt the same-and so no one disturbed another. We had scarcely even noticed the Greek, after an hour or so, had arisen, folded his portfolio and with a slight nod had taken his departure. We remained.

Vandrad the Viking--J. Storer Clouston
"Nay, Ketill, I am not jesting; in truth I am in little humour for that. If seventy brave men cannot clear a hall of two hundred drinkers, what virtue lies in stout hearts and sharp swords? We will enter the hall, you from one end and I from the other, and I think the men of Liot Skulison will not have to complain of too peaceful an evening."

Vanitas
"Because as things exist at present, art can minister only to the luxury of the rich, idle classes. The people, the people that works and requires to play, and requires something to tell it of happier things, gets no share in art. The people is too poor to possess beautiful things, and too brutish to care for them: the only amusement it can afford is getting drunk. And one wearies and sickens of merely adding one's grain of sand to the inequality and injustice of existing social conditions-don't you see, Miss Flodden?"

Vanity Fair
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Vendetta
Improved text, supersedes earlier version.

Venetianische Epigramme--Johann Wolfgang Goethe
Jeder Edle Venedigs kann Doge werden; das macht ihn Gleich als Knaben so fein, eigen, bedächtig und stolz. Darum sind die Oblaten so zart im katholischen Welschland; Denn aus demselbigen Teig weihet der Priester den Gott.

Verses and Translations--C. S. C.
May my dreams be granted never?/ Must I aye endure affliction/ Rarely realised, if ever,/ In our wildest works of fiction?/ Madly Romeo loved his Juliet;/ Copperfield began to pine/ When he hadn't been to school yet -/ But their loves were cold to mine./

Vicky Van--Carolyn Wells
Victoria Van Allen was the name she signed to her letters and to her cheques, but Vicky Van, as her friends called her, was signed all over her captivating personality, from the top of her dainty, tossing head to the tips of her dainty, dancing feet.

Vida de Lazarillo (Lazarillo de Tormes)
"Buenos hombres, oidme una palabra, que despues oireis a quien quisieredes. Yo vine aqui con este echacuervo que os predica, el cual engano y dijo que le favoreciese en este negocio y que partiriamos la ganancia. Y agora, visto el dano que haria a mi conciencia y a vuestras haciendas, arrepentido de lo hecho, os declaro claramente que las bulas que predica son falsas, y que no le creais ni las tomeis, y que yo directe ni indirecte no soy parte en ellas

Vigilance Committee of 1856--Stephen Palfrey Webb
Full title: A Sketch of the Causes, Operations and Results of the San Francisco Vigilance Committee of 1856

Vikram and the Vampire--Sir Richard F. Burton
Improved text, supersedes earlier version.

VILLAGE OPERA
My heavy heart suddenly became light, and I felt as though I were floating on air. When we got outside, I saw in the moonlight a boat with a white awning moored at the bridge. We jumped aboard, Shuang-hsi seized the front pole and Ah-fa the back one; the younger boys sat down with me in the middle of the boat, while the older ones went to the stern. By the time mother followed us out to say "Be careful!" we had already cast off. We pushed off from the bridge, floated back a few feet, then moved forward under the bridge.

Viola Gwyn--George Barr McCutcheon
She was his mother's friend and she had slain her with the viper's tooth. From the day that his questioning intelligence seized upon the truth that had been so carefully withheld from him by his broken-hearted mother and those who spoke behind the hand when he was near,-from that day he hated Rachel Carter with all his hot and outraged heart. He came to think of her as the embodiment of all that was evil,-for those were the days when there was no middle-ground for sin and women were either white or scarlet.

Virginia
Then the pain passed out of her eyes, and because it was impossible for her to look on any fact in life except through the transfiguring idealism with which the ages had endowed her, she became immediately convinced that everything, even the unsettling of Oliver's opinions, had been arranged for the best. This assurance was the more solacing because it was the result, not of external evidence, but of that instinctive decision of temperament which breeds the deepest conviction of all.

VOICES FROM BEYOND--Robert C. Blackmon
Varne felt sweat crawling down his stiff cheeks. Dully, he was aware of the fact that Nelda was trying to free her hand of his crushing grip. She was sobbing wildly, calling her uncle's name over and over. To Varne's left, Dade Yates was muttering savagely, but Varne couldn't catch words. He eased the pressure of his mutilated right band and Nelda was free.

VOODOOS AND OBEAHS--JOSEPH J. WILLIAMS, S.J.
Full title: VOODOOS AND OBEAHS: Phases of West India Witchcraft

Wage Labour and Capital--KARL MARX
The interests of the capitalist and those of the worker are, therefore, one and the same, assert the bourgeois and their economists. Indeed! The worker perishes if capital does not employ him. Capital perishes if it does not exploit labour power, and in order to exploit it, it must buy it. The faster capital intended for production, productive capital, increases, the more, therefore, industry prospers, the more the bourgeoisie enriches itself and the better business is, the more workers

WAIT FOR ME UNDER THE ELM--JEAN-FRANCOIS REGNARD
Jeremy The devil! Their imagination works overtime. They only invent fashions to hide sins. Furbelows for those who don't have hips; those who have hips, hid them. The long neck and wrinkled throat have given place to the steinkerk and so forth.

WAIT FOR ME UNDER THE TREE
Pierrot Far be it from me to be suspicious. But, when we've got this wonderful Tree that will prove a woman's chastity-I simply don't wish to get married without it. I want Jaqueline to sit in the Tree, and I am going to find Harlequin to prepare the Ceremony.

Walpole
What was it I said?-Oh,-the State and the Guelph, For their safety, must henceforth depend on myself. The revolt, scarcely quenched, has live sparks in its ashes; Nay, fresh seeds for combustion were sown by its flashes. Each example we make dangerous pity bequeathes; For no Briton likes blood in the air that he breathes.

Walter Sherwood's Probation
"I won't accept it for myself, but I'll tell you something. My chum, Gates, is very hard pushed. You know he depends wholly on himself, and twenty-five dollars just at this time would be a godsend to him. He is worried about paying his bills. If, now, you would transfer a little at your generosity to him-"

Washington Square Plays--Various
UNA. Now don't say a word until you hear the whole story. You read that article by Shaw in the Metropolitan, didn't you? I did. You remember what he wrote? "The best eugenic guide is the sex attraction - the Voice of Nature." He thinks the trouble is at present that we dare not marry out of our own sphere. But I'll show you exactly what he says. [She fusses in her handbag and pulls out a sheet of a magazine which she unfolds as she says:] I always carry the article with me. It's so stimulating.

Watch and Ward
She had risen to meet him, and held out her hand with girlish frankness. She was dressed in a light silk dress; she seemed altogether a young woman. "I have been growing hard in all these years," she said. "I have had to overtake those pieds enormes." The readers will not have forgotten that Hubert had thus qualified her lower members. Ignorant as she was, at the moment, of the French tongue, her memory had instinctively retained the words, and she had taken an early opportunity to look out pied in the dictionary. Enorme, of course, spoke for itself.

Wayfarers
My mind was certainly a mere field of confused, ungoverned images. No thinking was possible, for it hurt too vilely. But this one memory stood out with violence. I distinctly remember that I called to her to come, and that she had the right to come because my need was so peremptory. To the one most loved of all this life had brought me, yet to whom I had never spoken because she was in another's keeping, I called for help, and called, I verily believe, aloud:

West-oestlicher Divan
Was machst du an der Welt? Sie ist schon gemacht./ Der Herr der Schoepfung hat alles bedacht,/ Dein Los ist gefallen, verfolge die Weise,/ Der Weg ist begonnen, vollende die Reise./ Denn Sorgen und Kummer veraendern es nicht,/ Sie schleudern dich ewig aus gleichem Gewicht./

Wet Magic--E. Nesbit
"Yes, dear, do," said the Princess Maia; "but don't do anything rash. No sorties now. You Lobsters are so terribly brave. But you know Mother said you weren't to. Ah me! -war is a terrible thing! What a state the rivers will get into with all this water going on, and the winds all loose and doing as they like. It's horrible to think about. It will take ages to get things straight again."

What Can She Do?
"Why, you poor child," she said to Edith, turning her round before the light, "you're half drowned. You must have something hot right away, or you'll take your death o' cold," and with something of her husband's faith in whiskey, she soon brought Edith a hot punch that for a few moments seemed to make the girl's head spin, but as it was followed by strong tea and toast, she felt none the worse, and danger from the chill and wet was effectually disposed of.

What Every Woman Knows--James M. Barrie
COMTESSE. Mrs. Shand, excuse me for saying that if half of what I hear be true, your husband is seeing that lady a great deal too often. (MAGGIE is expressionless; she reaches for her stocking, whereat her guest loses patience.) Oh, mon Dieu, put that down; you can buy them at two francs the pair. Mrs. Shand, why do not you compel yourself to take an intelligent interest in your husband's work?

What is Real Blasphemy--Robert Ingersoll
"To enslave the minds of men, to put manacles upon the brain, padlocks upon the lips-that is blasphemy.

What Katy Did At School--Susan Coolidge
"Now," said Rose, locking the door, and pushing forward a chair for Katy and another for Clover, "swear that you won't tell, for this is a real secret,-the greatest secret that ever was, and Mrs. Florence would flay me alive if she knew that I knew!" She paused to enjoy the effect of her words, and suddenly began to snuff the air in a peculiar manner.

What Men Live By and Other Tales
And Simon and Matryona understood who it was that had lived with them, and whom they had clothed and fed. And they wept with awe and with joy. And the angel said: "I was alone in the field, naked. I had never known human needs, cold and hunger, till I became a man. I was famished, frozen, and did not know what to do. I saw, near the field I was in, a shrine built for God, and I went to it hoping to find shelter. But the shrine was locked, and I could not enter. So I sat down behind the shrine to shelter myself at least from the wind. Evening drew on. I was hungry, frozen, and in pain.

What's Bred In the Bone--Grant Allen
They glanced nervously right and left every minute in haste, but returned after each excursion straight to Guy and Cyril. The Colonel noted narrowly all they said and did; and Elma was sure he was very much pleased at least with her painter. How could he fail to be, indeed?-for Mr. Waring was charming. Elma wished she could have strolled off with him about the lawn alone, were it only ten paces in front of her mother. But somehow the fates that day were unpropitious. The party held together as by some magnetic bond, and Mrs. Clifford's eye never for one moment deserted her.

What's Mine's Mine V1
It was one well-known in the country, but Rob had filled it after his fancy with imaginative turns and spiritual hints, unappreciable by the tall child of seventeen walking by Ian's side. There was not among the maidens of the poor village one who would not have understood it better than she. It took her fancy notwithstanding, partly, perhaps, from its unlikeness to any story she had ever heard before. Her childhood had been starved on the husks of new fairy-tales, all invention and no imagination, than which more unnourishing food was never offered to God's children.

What's Mine's Mine V2
Sercomhe fell back a step, white with rage, then darting forward, struck straight at the front of his adversary. Alister avoided the blow, but soon found himself a mere child at such play with the Englishman. He had not again touched Sercombe, and was himself bleeding fast, when Ian came up running.

What's Mine's Mine V3
"No, if you please, sir! Better men will be at your door presently to put the same question, for they will do nothing without the Macruadh. We are no more on your land, great is our sorrow, chief, but we are of your blood, you are our lord, and your will is ours. You have been a nursing father to us, Macruadh!"

When the Holy Ghost is Come--Col. S. L. Bringle
Study and research have their place, and an important place; but in spiritual things they will be no avail unless prosecuted by spiritual men. As well might men blind from birth attempt to study the starry heavens, and men born deaf undertake to expound and criticise the harmonies of Bach and Beethoven. Men must see and hear to speak and write intelligently on such subjects. And so men must be spiritually enlightened to understand spiritual truth.

WHITEWASHING JULIA
Note: A play by F. J. Morlock Based on a play of the same name by Henry Arthur Jones

Why is Economics Not an Evolutionary Science
For the earlier natural scientists, as for the classical economists, this ground of cause and effect is not definitive. Their sense of truth and substantiality is not satisfied with a formulation of mechanical sequence. The ultimate term in their systematisation of knowledge is a "natural law." This natural law is felt to exercise some sort of a coercive surveillance over the sequence of events, and to give a spiritual stability and consistence to the causal relation at any given juncture.

Why Paul Ferroll Killed His Wife--Caroline Wigley Clive
Without the least hesitation. or embarrassment, Elinor came forward from the trees, and caught his sight, making a motion inviting him to speak to her. He immediately rode up to the place where she stood, and dismounting, eagerly told her what he really had done, and a great deal more which he claimed to have done for her. Elinor was more and more troubled, and as soon as he would hear her, professed her regret at having thus employed him, in so penitent a manner, that the tears again rose to her eyes, and in his heart arose a tender pity, which made him ready to fall down at her feet, and raise her by his humble love above all claim and all necessity for pity.

Wilhelm Meister's Apprenticeship
"I was vexed to the heart at these things, and sad for all the evening. By next morning, however, I had quite slept off my sorrow; and was blessed in the persuasion that, but for this one fault, I had played delightfully. The spectators also flattered me with their unanimous approval; they all maintained, that though the lieutenant, in regard to the coarse and the fine voices

Wilhelm Meisters Lehrjahre--Buch 1
Zu gleicher Zeit las ich, teils aus eignem Antrieb, teils auf Veranlassung meiner guten Freunde, welche in den Geschmack gekommen waren, Schauspiele aufzufuehren, einen ganzen Wust theatralischer Produktionen durch, wie sie der Zufall mir in die Haende fuehrte. Ich war in den gluecklichen Jahren, wo uns noch alles gefaellt, wo wir in der Menge und Abwechslung unsre Befriedigung finden.

Wilhelm Meisters Lehrjahre--Buch 2
Als er in einem Wirtshause auf dem Markte abtrat, ging es darin sehr lustig, wenigstens sehr lebhaft zu. Eine grosse Gesellschaft Seiltaenzer, Springer und Gaukler, die einen starken Mann bei sich hatten, waren mit Weib und Kindern eingezogen und machten, indem sie sich auf eine oeffentliche Erscheinung bereiteten, einen Unfug ueber den andern.

Wilhelm Meisters Lehrjahre--Buch 3
Wilhelm hoerte das Stueckchen mit grosser Geduld an, indem er die Entfernung des Friseurs wuenschte, ehe er seine Vorlesung anfangen wollte. Man bot ihm eine Tasse Schokolade an, wozu ihm die Baronesse selbst den Zwieback reichte. Dessenungeachtet schmeckte ihm das Fruehstueck nicht, denn er wuenschte zu lebhaft, der schoenen Graefin irgend etwas vorzutragen, was sie interessieren, wodurch er ihr gefallen koennte.

Wilhelm Meisters Lehrjahre--Buch 4
Wilhelm, ob er gleich durch den starken Verlust des Blutes schwach und nach der Erscheinung jenes huelfreichen Engels mild und sanft geworden war, konnte sich doch zuletzt des Verdrusses ueber die harten und ungerechten Reden nicht enthalten, welche bei seinem Stillschweigen von der unzufriednen Gesellschaft immer erneuert wurden.

Wilhelm Meisters Lehrjahre--Buch 5
"Gott bewahre mich vor solchen Verkuerzungen, die zugleich Sinn und Wirkung aufheben!" versetzte Wilhelm. "Das, was diese beiden Menschen sind und tun, kann nicht durch einen vorgestellt werden. In solchen Kleinigkeiten zeigt sich Shakespeares Groesse. Dieses leise Auftreten, dieses Schmiegen und Biegen, dies Jasagen, Streicheln und Schmeicheln, diese Behendigkeit, dies Schwaenzeln

Wilhelm Meisters Lehrjahre--Buch 6
Nun schien mir nach einem stuermischen Maerz und April das schoenste Maiwetter beschert zu sein. Ich genoss bei einer guten Gesundheit eine unbeschreibliche Gemuetsruhe; ich mochte mich umsehen, wie ich wollte, so hatte ich bei meinem Verluste noch gewonnen. Jung und voll Empfindung, wie ich war, deuchte mir die Schoepfung tausendmal schoener als vorher, da ich Gesellschaften und Spiele haben musste, damit mir die Weile in dem schoenen Garten nicht zu lang wurde.

Wilhelm Meisters Lehrjahre--Buch 7
Wilhelm hatte einen unruhigen Nachmittag nicht ganz ohne Langeweile zugebracht, als sich gegen Abend seine Tuer oeffnete und ein junger, artiger Jaegerbursche mit einem Grusse hereintrat. "Wollen wir nun spazierengehen?" sagte der junge Mensch, und in dem Augenblicke erkannte Wilhelm Theresen an ihren schoenen Augen.

Wilhelm Meisters Lehrjahre--Buch 8
"Ich bin es", versetzte der Freund, "und ich sehe ein wichtiges Geschaeft vor mir, das bei uns schon lange vorbereitet ist und jetzt notwendig angegriffen werden muss. Sie wissen schon etwas im allgemeinen davon, und ich darf wohl vor unserm jungen Freunde davon reden, weil es auf ihn ankommen soll, ob er teil daran zu nehmen Lust hat. Sie werden mich nicht lange mehr sehen, denn ich bin im Begriff, nach Amerika ueberzuschiffen."

Wilhelm Meisters Wanderjahre--Buch 1
Der Hausherr, ein kleiner, lebhafter Mann von Jahren, bewillkommte den Gast und fragte, ohne weitere Einleitung, gegen die Waende deutend: ob ihm vielleicht eine dieser Staedte bekannt sei, und ob er daselbst jemals sich aufgehalten? Von manchem konnte nun der Freund auslangende Rechenschaft geben und beweisen, dass er mehrere Orte nicht allein gesehen, sondern auch ihre Zustaende und Eigenheiten gar wohl zu bemerken gewusst.

Wilhelm Meisters Wanderjahre--Buch 2
Auf mehreren Blaettern war Mignon im Vordergrunde, wie sie leibte und lebte, vorgestellt, indem Wilhelm der gluecklichen Einbildungskraft des Freundes durch genaue Beschreibung nachzuhelfen und das allgemeiner Gedachte ins Engere der Persoenlichkeit einzufassen wusste.

Wilhelm Meisters Wanderjahre--Buch 3
Der Oheim, nachdem er es von allen Seiten besehen, gab es zurueck und sagte: Auch er habe es sich zur Pflicht gemacht, in gleichem Sinne zu handeln und sich mit keiner Antiquitaet, sie sei auch noch so schoen und wunderbar, zu belasten, wenn er nicht wisse, wem sie frueher angehoert und was fuer eine historische Merkwuerdigkeit damit zu verknuepfen sei.

Wilhelm Tell--Friedrich Von Schiller
GESSLER: Now, Tell! since at a hundred strides thou hitt'st An apple from a tree, So thou wilt have To prove thine art to me - Now take the crossbow - Thou hast it there at hand - and make thee ready, To shoot an apple from the young boy's head - Yet I would counsel, aim it well, that thou The apple hitt'st with the initial shot, For miss't thou it, so is thine own head lost. (Translated by William F. Wertz, Jr.)

Wilhelm Tell--Friedrich von Schiller
GESSL./ Then, Tell, since at a hundred yards thou canst/ Bring down the apple from the tree, thou shalt/ Approve thy skill before me. Take thy bow-/ Thou hast it there at hand-make ready, then,/ To shoot an apple from the stripling's head!/ But take this counsel,-look well to thine aim,/ See, that thou hit'st the apple at the first,/ For, shouldst thou miss, thy head shall pay the forfeit./ (Theodore Martin, translator)

Winding Paths--Gertrude Page
To add to her unrest, her mother paid her an early visit, of a sort that had been growing too frequent of late. It was not enough that Lorraine paid her rent, and gave her a handsome allowance; when there chanced to be no one else to pay her debts, these came upon Lorraine's shoulders also.

Witch In-Grain--R. Murray Gilchrist
His underlings bound the crone and dragged her to the closet in the banqueting gallery. Then, her squawling being stilled, Simon entreated me to compel Michal to prick her arm. So I went down to the library, and found my sweetheart sitting by the window, tranced with seeing that goblin fowl go tumbling on the lawn.

Without a Home
It may well be doubted if the light of Christmas day dawned on a sadder household than that which was sheltered in the old mansion. Worn and exhausted to the last degree, and yet sleepless from anxiety, grief, and shame, the two women watched beside the fitful, half-conscious man. At last he appeared to throw off his stupor sufficiently to recognize his wife; but it was with a strange look, in which were blended fear, suspicion, and shame.

WOMAN, CHURCH AND STATE--Matilda Joslyn Gage
Many of the most flagrant wrongs perpetrated against woman can be traced to a denial of a right of ownership, beginning with the denial of her right to herself. Even the Salic law which in France was used to bar the succession of woman to the throne, was not specifically or primarily in favor of males; it was a property law growing out of the patriarchal idea of property in woman.

Wonderful Balloon Ascents; or the Conquest of the Skies--F. (Fulgence) Marion
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WONDERS OF CREATION: VOLCANOES AND THEIR PHENOMENA.--Anonymous
Ashes block out the sun.

Wooden Crosses--Roland Dorgeles
Ricordeau, who had been sitting at the entrance to the dug-out, rushed out, and without paying any heed to the bullets whining about him he leaped on a pile of sandbags and looked out over the parapet: it was the attack. Little flaky bombs were bursting in the fields, and already shells were arriving, exploding in thick clouds. Going to earth under the salvoes, then starting off again, our men were charging. Dispersed, scattered, like crumbs, they were so tiny that they appeared lost in that immense plain.

Woyzeck--Georg Buchner
WOYZECK: Ja, Andres, der Platz ist verflucht. Siehst Du den lichten Streif da über das Gras hin, wo die Schwämme so nachwachsen? Da rollt abends der Kopf. Es hob ihn einmal einer auf, er meint', es wär ein Igel: drei Tag und drei Nächt, er lag auf den Hobelspänen.- [Leise:] Andres, das waren die Freimaurer! Ich hab's, die Freimaurer!

Wuthering Heights
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Wyndham Towers--Thomas Bailey Aldrich
Perhaps because dull custom made her tame,/ Or that she was not comely in the bud,/ Her sweetness halting like a tardy May/ That wraps itself in mist, and seems not fair,/ For this or finer reason undivined,/ His thought she touched not, and was glad withal/ When she did note how others took his eye/

Xantippe and Other Verse--Amy Levy
O ye nobles of the palace ! O ye gallant-hearted lords !/ Who would stoop for Leila's kerchief, or for Clementina's gloves,/ Who would rise up all indignant, with your shining sheathless swords,/ At the breathing of dishonour to your languid lady loves !/ O, I tell you, daring nobles, with your beauty-loving stare,/

Xelucha--M. P. Shiel
The habit is now confirmed in me of spending the greater part of the day in sleep, while by night I wander far and wide through the city under the sedative influence of a tincture which has become necessary to my life. Such an existence of shadow is not without charm; nor, I think, could many minds be steadily subjected to its conditions without elevation, deepened awe. To travel alone with the Primordial cannot but be solemn. The moon is of the hue of the glow-worm; and Night of the sepulchre.

Yankee Girl at Fort Sumter--Alice Turner Curtis
Suddenly Sylvia realized that she was listening, and ran down the steps toward the little lake which lay glimmering in the sun beneath the shade of the overhanging pepper trees. She ran on past the lake down a little path which led toward the pine woods. She no longer felt happy, and full of anticipations of the surprise in store at the corn-shucking. All she could think of was "Dinkie," a woman who was to be sold away from her children, and who was to be whipped because she rebelled against the cruelty of her master.

Year After Year--Caroline Wigley Clive
And, alas! he who had been so wrong hitherto was too right now. There was no possibility of seeing Mr. Lockfield that night; and again I had to wait. There is a word which implies the chief part of the utmost torment human spirits can endure to those who have practically learned it, and that word is, Wait. There is an end to it, however - a moment when at last one looks back over the intolerable past; and as soon as that moment came, with the next morning, I ran to Mr. Carey's house. I must see him. He should be at home. I could not breathe otherwise. Accordingly, when the door was opened, I asked for him, and pressed to enter at the some moment; but the servant stood in the way, and denied him.

Yet Again--Max Beerbohm
Yet, I know, many worthy folk would like the book blotted out of existence. These are they who understand and love the art of painting, but neither love nor understand writing as an art. For them The Gentle Art of Making Enemies is but something unworthy of a great man. Certainly, it is a thing incongruous with a great hero. And for most people it is painful not to regard a great man as also a great hero; hence all the efforts to explain away the moral characteristics deducible from The Gentle Art of Making Enemies, and to prove that Whistler, beneath a prickly surface, was saturated through and through with the quintessence of the Sermon on the Mount.

Yollop--George Barr McCutcheon
Instead of obeying Cassius beckoned to him. Then followed a long, whispered conference between lawyer and client, at the end of which the former, visibly annoyed, declared that the defendant had decided not to testify. The Court indicated that it was optional with the prisoner and asked if the counsel desired to introduce any further testimony. Counsel for the defense announced that his client's decision had altered his plans and that he was forced to rest his case. The Assistant District Attorney stated that he had two witnesses to examine in rebuttal.

Yorkshire Dialect Poems--F.W. Moorman
When at hame wi' dad,/ We niver had nae fun, sir,/ Which meade me sae mad,/ I swore away I'd run, sir./ I pack'd up clease sae smart,/ Ribbed stockings, weastcoats pretty;/

Young's Demonstrative Translation of Scientific Secrets--Daniel Young
34. EXCELLENT MATCHES The ends of the tapers or wood should be very dry, and then dipped in hot melted sulphur and laid aside to dry; then take 4 parts of glue, dissolve it and while hot add one part of phosphorus, and stir in a few spoonsful of fine whiting to bring to the proper thickness. This preparation should be kept hot by being suspended over a lamp, while dipping the wood or tapers. Colour the mixture by adding a little vermillion, lamp black or prussian blue; be careful not to ignite the compound while dipping.

Youth and the Bright Medusa
Paul had just come in to dress for dinner; he sank into a chair, weak in the knees, and clasped his head in his hands. It was to be worse than jail, even; the tepid waters of Cordelia Street were to close over him finally and forever. The grey monotony stretched before him in hopeless, unrelieved years; Sabbath-school, Young People's Meeting, the yellow-papered room, the damp dish-towels; it all rushed back upon him with sickening vividness.

Youth Challenges--Clarence B Kelland
Bonbright was really curious to meet this man, whose story had reached him even in Harvard University. Here was a man who, in ten years of such dogged determination as affected one almost with awe, had turned a vision into concrete reality. In a day when the only mechanical vehicles upon our streets were trolley cars, he had seen those streets thronged with "horseless carriages." He had seen streets packed from curb to curb with endless moving processions of them. He had seen the nation abandon its legs and take to motor- driven wheels. This had been his vision, and he had made it reality.

ZEMBA
Straightening, the tall form of Balliol became electric in its action. With a twist, a shoulder struck the partly opened door. With a spin that matched the gyration of a whirling dervish, the invader launched himself into the lighted room. Ready to aid The Shadow, Harry and Cliff sprang forward. They reached the doorway two seconds after their leader had plunged through.