Gargantua and Pantagruel--Francois Rabelais
Illustrated version. .Zip Recommended.

Gaslight Sonatas--Fannie Hurst
At West Street, where Broadway intersects, the red sun at its far end settled redly and cleanly to sink like a huge coin into the horizon. The Popular Store emptied itself into this hot pink glow, scurried for the open street-car and, oftener than not, the overstuffed rear platform, nose to nose, breath to breath.

Gedichte--Paul Heyse
Sie kannten sich beide von Angesicht,/ Sie sprachen sich nie und liebten sich nicht./ Er nahm ein Weib, das die Mutter ihm waehlte,/ Als sie sich mit einem Vetter vermaehlte./

Gems Gathered in Haste
GEMS GATHERED IN HASTE: A New Year's Gift for Sunday Schools

Gems of Poetry, for Girls and Boys
My father, my mother, I know,/ I cannot your kindness repay;/ But I hope that, as older I grow,/ I shall learn your commands to obey.

Geoffrey Strong--Laura E. Richards
Left alone, Geoffrey Strong fell to his pacing again, up and down the neat gravel paths with their tall box hedges. His face was very tender; looking at it, one might know he had been a loving son to his mother. But presently he frowned over his cigar, and then laughed, and went and shook the unoffending moth (it was a rare one, if he had been thinking of that kind of thing) off the phlox.

George Eliot's Life
In 1841 she thought it wrong to encourage novels, but in 1847 she confesses to reading George Sand with great delight. There is no exhibition in Mr. Cross's pages of the steps by which she passed over to a position of tolerant scepticism: but the details of the process are after all of minor importance; the essential fact is that the change was predetermined by the nature of her mind.

George Sand
Every one will recognize what I mean by the first of these items. People may like George Sand or not, but they can hardly deny that she is the great improvisatrice of literature---the writer who best answers to Shelley's description of the skylark, singing 'in profuse strains of unpremeditated art.' No writer has produced such great effects with an equal absence of premeditation.

Georgian Poetry 1911-12--Edited by E. M.
And gold that lies behind the eyes,/ The unknown unnameable sightless white/ That is the essential flame of night,/ Lustreless purple, hooded green,/ The myriad hues that lie between/ Darkness and darkness! ...

Georgie's Present--Miss Brightwell
Full title: Georgie's Present; Or Tales Of Newfoundland

German Classics of The Nineteenth and Twentieth Centuries
Works of Goethe, including selections from part II of Faust.

German Classics, v2
The German Classics of The Nineteenth and Twentieth Centuries, Vol. II Masterpieces of German Literature Translated into English (Goethe)

Germania and Agricola--Caius Cornelius Tacitus
IX. Deorum maxime Mercurium colunt, cui certis diebus humanis quoque hostiis litare fas habent. Herculem ac Martem concessis animalibus placant: pars Suevorum et Isidi sacrificat. Unde causa et origo peregrino sacro parum comperi, nisi quod signum ipsum, in modum liburnae figuratum, docet advectam religionem. Ceterum nec cohibere parietibus deos, neque in ullam humani oris speciem assimulare, ex magnitudine coelestium arbitrantur: lucos ac nemora consecrant, deorumque nominibus appellant secretum illud, quod sola reverentia vident.

Germany and the Next War--Friedrich von Bernhardi
There can be no doubt that this war will be waged with England, for, although we cannot contemplate attacking England, as such an attack would be hopeless, that country itself has a lively interest in checking our political power. It will therefore, under certain conditions, attack us, in order to annihilate our fleet and aid France. The English have, besides, taken good care that the prospect of a war with them should always be held before our eyes. They talk so much of a possible German attack that it cannot surprise them if the light thrown on the question is from the opposite point of view.

Gespraeche fuer Freimaurer--Gotthold Ephraim Lessing
ERNST Denn du wirst ja wohl wissen, ob und wenn und wo und von wem du aufgenommen worden.

Ghost Stories of an Antiquary, v2
'Well, Mr Garrett,' said Mrs Simpson, who had not yet resumed her work, and was looking at the fire thoughtfully, 'I shall tell you the story. You will please keep it to yourself, if you don't mind? Thank you. Now it is just this. I had an old uncle, a Dr Rant. Perhaps you may have heard of him. Not that he was a distinguished man, but from the odd way he chose to be buried.'

Girls: Faults and Ideals--J.R. Miller
One mentions 'want of reverence for sacred things' as a sad fault in some young women. He has seen them whispering in the church and Sunday school, during sermon and lesson, even during prayer, and has marked other acts of irreverence. It is to be hoped that this fault is indeed rare, unless it be in very young girls, who know no better. But as the fault has been pointed out by one who has been sorely pained by it, will not the girls and young women think of it a moment?

Give Me a Lass with a Lump of Land
Gi'e me a lass with a lump of land,/ And we for life shall gang thegither;/ Tho' daft or wise I'll never demand,/ Or black or fair it maks na whether./ I'm aff with wit, and beauty will fade,/

Gloria and Treeless Street--Annie Hamilton Donnell
Gloria was in fine spirits. The 'play' on the eve of beginning was sure to be an entertaining one, and for novelty could anything be better? She meant to go all the rounds with brisk little Miss Winship. She was prepared to sweep floors and wash faces if it should prove to be in her part of the play. 'I may have to be prompted,' she thought, 'but you won't catch me having stage-fright!'

Goede Vaer Tromp--Pieter Louwerse
Die Cromwell was ontegenzeggelijk een knap man--Engeland heeft veel aan hem te danken--en Koning Karel had groote gebreken gehad en vele verkeerdheden begaan; maar de haat, dien hij den Vorst toedroeg was veel te verregaand.--Toen hij het doodvonnis van den Koning onderteekend had, streek hij zijne met inkt gevulde pen over het gelaat van zijnen vriend Martyn en zeide: 'De beurt is aan u!'

Good Luck Is No Good--By THOMAS THURSDAY
Good luck is no good when it's the other guy's luck that's good!

Government and Rebellion--E. E. Adams
But all these revolutions resulted in good to the people. Education, public spirit, enterprise, labor, all the arts of civilization, and even evangelical Christianity received a new impulse. Mind was opened and enlarged; the people thought for themselves, and sighed for knowledge and a better faith.

Government By The Brewers?--Adolph Keitel
Absence of drunkenness, law and order, and the reduction of crime to a minimum, have invariably followed the 'dry' wave. Prohibition has emptied the jails, and the people are gratified with the new order of things. Everybody is happy except the liquor interests.

Grace Harlowe's Return to Overton Campus--Jessie Graham Flower
'Please tell her to hurry, my car is waiting,' instructed the voice, as the maid ushered the newcomer into the living-room. Grace glanced through the open door of the office into the next room. In Evelyn's escort she recognized Althea Parker, one of the most snobbish girls at Overton College, and a member of the sophomore class. Evelyn's declaration on her arrival at Overton that she intended to cultivate the richest girls in college now came back to Grace with disagreeable force.

Graded Poetry: Seventh Year, by Various
A thousand ages in Thy sight/ Are like an evening gone;/ Short as the watch that ends the night/ Before the rising sun. /

Graf von Loeben and the Legend of Lorelei--Allen Wilson Porterfield
That this now well-known ballad of the Lorelei was invented by Brentano is proved, not so much by his own statement to that effect as by the fact that the erudite and diligent Grimm brothers, the friends of Brentano, did not include the Lorelei-legend in their collection of 579 Deutsche Sagen, 1816. The name of his heroine Brentano took from the famous echo-rock near St. Goar, with which locality he became thoroughly familiar during the years 1780-89. No romanticist knew the Rhine better or loved it more than Brentano. 'Lore' means[31] a small, squinting elf; and is connected with the verb 'lauern.'

Grandma's Memories--Mary D. Brine
Crooning it softly, and crooning it low, / Rocking and nestling with--'By-baby-O!' / Loving the melody known the world o'er, / And adding sweet words that our baby loves more.

GREASED BRAKES--By BARRY LYNDON
A Tale of the Racers Who Ride with Death

Great Possessions--David Grayson
I enjoyed the building of the wall, I think, as much as he did, and helped him what I could by rolling the larger stones close down to the edge of the wall. As the old man works he talks, if any one cares to listen, or if one does not care to listen he is well content to remain silent among his stones. But I enjoyed listening, for nothing in this world is so fascinating to me as the story of how a man has come to be what he is. When we think of it there are no abstract adventures in this world, but only your adventure and my adventure, and it is only as we come to know a man that we can see how wonderful his life has been.

Growth of the Soil
Now, if Isak had wanted to show his displeasure with Oline and maybe thrash her for her doings, here was his chance--a Heaven-sent chance to do that thing. They were alone in the house; the children had gone after the men when they went. Isak stood there in the middle of the room, and Oline was sitting by the stove. Isak cleared his throat once or twice, just to show that he was ready to say something if he pleased. But he said nothing. That was his strength of soul. What, did he not know the number of his goats as he knew the fingers on his hands--was the woman mad?

Gulian Crommelin Verplanck--William Cullen Bryant
Full title: A Discourse on the Life, Character and Writings of Gulian Crommelin Verplanck Delivered before the New-York Historical Society, May 17th, 1870

Gunman's Reckoning--Max Brand
For the first moment Donnegan was not sure; it was not until there was a slight faltering in the deal--an infinitely small hesitation which only a practiced eye like that of Donnegan's could have noticed--that he was sure. The winner was crooked. Yet the hand was interesting for all that. He had done the master trick, not only giving himself the winning hand but also giving each of the others a fine set of cards.

Haabløse Slægter--Herman Bang
Nina var træt af at tale imod, hun var nær ved at opgive alt. Den første Dag, da William fortalte hende sin Plan at ville være Skuespiller, troede hun ham ikke; hun saá paa ham med store Øjne og gav sig til at le: 'Du!' raabte hun og løb ind til Sofie: 'Han vil være Skuespiller,' sagde hun, 'William er forstyrret!' Men da det blev Alvor, vedblev hun længe at vægre sig ved at tro det; hun kunde ikke tænke sig det, hun vilde ikke forstaa det.

Halleck's New English Literature
What is Romanticism?--In order to comprehend the dominating spirit of the next age, it is important to understand the meaning of the romantic movement. Between 1740 and 1780 certain romantic influences were at work in opposition to the teaching of the great classical writer, Dr. Samuel Johnson, who was almost the literary dictator of the age.

Hamlet, Prince of Denmark--George MacDonald
The Tragedie of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark A Study with the Text of the Folio of 1623

Hammer of the Gods--JOHN YORK CABOT
To the tribe the God Hammer was the symbol of authority, but to Tokar it was more. It was worth attaining kingship to pry out its secret.

Handel--Edward J. Dent
Encouraged by the Princess Royal, Handel went into partnership with Heidegger, who had also made his own profits out of the opera, as well as out of his notorious masquerades; they leased the King's Theatre for a period of five years. The first thing to do was to secure new singers, and for this purpose Handel went to Italy, probably in the autumn of 1728. Heidegger had already tried to bring back Senesino and the two 'costly canary-birds,' as Colley Cibber called them, but they had had enough of London, and probably of Handel too.

Happiness and Marriage--Elizabeth (Jones) Towne
I know women who, under similar conditions, have elected to wait; women whose consciences would not allow them to leave a kind husband or young children for the sake of gratifying their passion for another man. I have known these same women to despise a year or two later, the men they had thought themselves passionately and everlastingly in love with. They have never got over thanking whatever gods there be that they were saved from that rash step. I have known many cases of this kind, and have received many letters of fervent thanks from both men and women who followed my private counsel to let time prove the new attraction before severing old ties and making new ones.

Happy and Gay Marching Away
A-way, a-way,/ The glad bird flew,/ Far out of sight,/ In heav-ens blue./ The wee girl watched

Hardball
Both the man and the Sentinel looked up. The speaker was a tall person in some kind of golden body armor. The armored person held its hand outstretched, pointing it at the man with the gun. And at the child.

Hardy Ornamental Flowering Trees and Shrubs--A. D. Webster
BILLARDIERA LONGIFLORA.--Blue Apple Berry. Van Diemen's Land, 1810. If only for its rich, blue berries, as large as those of a cherry, this otherwise elegant climbing shrub is well worthy of a far greater share of attention than it has yet received, for it must be admitted that it is far from common. The greenish bell-shaped blossoms produced in May are, perhaps, not very attractive, but this is more than compensated for by the highly ornamental fruit, which renders the plant an object of great beauty about mid-September.

Harriet, The Moses of Her People--Sarah H. Bradford
The way was so toilsome over the rugged mountain passes, that often the men who followed her would give out, and foot-sore, and bleeding, they would drop on the ground, groaning that they could not take another step. They would lie there and die, or if strength came back, they would return on their steps, and seek their old homes again. Then the revolver carried by this bold and daring pioneer, would come out, while pointing it at their heads she would say, 'Dead niggers tell no tales; you go on or die!' And by this heroic treatment she compelled them to drag their weary limbs along on their northward journey.

Harrigan--Max Brand
With gusts of wind fanning it roughly, the flame rose fast. Harrigan made other journeys to the rotten stump and wrenched away great chunks of bark and wood. He came back and piled them on the fire. It towered high, the upper tongues twisting among the branches of the tree. They laid Kate Malone between the windbreak and the fire. In a short time her trembling ceased; she turned her face to the blaze and slept.

Heather and Snow--George MacDonald
The summer after, he paid a short visit to castle Weelset, and went one day to Corbyknowe, where he left a favourable impression upon all, which impression Kirsty had been the readier to receive because of the respect she felt for him as a student. The old imperiousness which made him so unlike his father had retired into the background; his smile, though not so sweet, came oftener; and his carriage was full of courtesy. But something was gone which his old friends would gladly have seen still. His behaviour in the old time was not so pleasant, but he had been as one of the family. Often disagreeable, he was yet loving.

Helbeck of Bannisdale, Vol. I--Mrs. Humphry Ward
From that night onwards the relations between Helbeck and his sister's stepdaughter took another tone. He no longer went his own way, with no more than a vague consciousness that a curious and difficult girl was in the house; he watched her with increasing interest; he began to taste, as it were, the thorny charm that was her peculiar possession

Helbeck of Bannisdale, Vol. II--Mrs. Humphry Ward
Suddenly she put out her hand restlessly to pluck at the hedge beside her. She had been stung by the memory of herself--under the Squire's window, in the dawn. She saw herself--helpless, and asleep, the tired truant come back to the feet of her master. When he found her so, what could he do but pity her?--be moved, perhaps beyond bounds, by the goodness of a generous nature?

Helen of the Old House--Harold Bell Wright
With all their strength they ran down the old hill road toward the world of the Flats where they belonged. They dared not even look over their shoulders. The very ground seemed to drag at their feet to hold them back. Then little Maggie stumbled and fell. Her frantic screams reached Bobby, who was a few feet in advance, and the boy stopped instantly and faced about, with terror in his eyes but with evident determination to defend his sister at any cost.

Hell House--Theodore Tinsley
Cunning against cunning! Wit against wit! The Scarlet Ace Laid His Snare Well and Lacy Stepped High--Only to Find That Safety Itself Is Dangerous. That The Hunter Is More Often The Hunted When His Quarray Has More Eyes Than A City.

Hellion Hunch--By Arch Whitehouse
He was coming back fast now, and he saw one of the Heinkels shimmering down in a helpless flutter, a victim of his fire. Again, Crash squeezed triggers, and another climbed, stalled, and tell back on its tail. The third swept over hard, almost side-swiping the Demon with its lower wing-tip. And now the guns of the Heinkel flamed out at the Hellion.

Henry Dunbar--M. E. Braddon
'If anything can console me for the loss of my dear grandfather, it is the thought that you will come back at last, and that I shall see you once more. You can never know, dearest father, what a bitter sorrow this cruel separation has been to me. It has seemed so hard that we who are so rich should have been parted as we have been, while poor children have their fathers with them. Money seems such a small thing when it cannot bring us the presence of those we love. And I do love you, dear papa, truly and devotedly, though I cannot even remember your face, and have not so much as a picture of you to recall you to my recollection.'

Henry the Second--Mrs. J. R. Green
A king of those days, indeed, was not shielded from criticism. He lived altogether in public, with scarcely a trace of etiquette or ceremony. When a bishop of Lincoln kept Henry waiting for dinner while he performed a service, the king's only remedy was to send messenger after messenger to urge him to hurry in pity to the royal hunger. The first-comer seems to have been able to go straight to his presence at any hour, whether in hall or chapel or sleeping-chamber; and the king was soundly rated by every one who had seen a vision, or desired a favour, or felt himself aggrieved in any way, with a rude plainness of speech which made sorely necessary his proverbial patience under such harangues.

Here's Another--Lennie Lower
Delving into the remains of our vast experience, we are able to inform you that hoboes are people who fling themselves on to freight trains in a desperate attempt to escape work, and, having arrived at a town, knock on its door and boast that they have not had a feed for nine consecutive years.

Here's Luck--Lennie Lower
'Gonna back all the winners?' asked Mr Slatter pleasantly. Or as pleasantly as he could. He was not the type of man I usually associate with. He was tall and very broad about the shoulders, attired in a silvery-grey suit and a hard hat. His features reminded me of the cliffs at South Head, and his nose, which had evidently been broken at some time, had a disposition to lounge about his face. I pictured him shaving with a hammer and a cold chisel.

Het portret van Dorian Gray--Oscar Wilde
--Hoor maar niet naar hem, Dorian, sprak de schilder. Ik begrijp wat je bedoelt en ik geloof in dit kind. Iedereen van wie jij houdt moet iets buitengewoons zijn en een vrouw, die doen kan, wat jij van haar vertelt, is braaf en edel. Je eigen eeuw te spiratualizeeren, dat is iets heel moois. Als zij een ziel geven aan menschen, die altijd zonder ziel leefden, als zij den zin voor het schoone kan wekken in menschen, die altijd leelijk en vuil leefden, als zij hun egoisme kan ontnemen, en kan doen huilen van verdriet, dat niet van hunzelf is, is zij je aanbidding waard, is zij de aanbidding van de geheele wereld waard. Ik geloof, dat je huwelijk uitstekend is. Sybil Vane is voor jou geschapen. Zonder haar zou je niet compleet zijn.

Hetty's Strange History--Anonymous
When Squire Gunn and his wife died, within three months of each other, and Hetty their only child was left alone in the big farm-house, everybody said, 'Well, now Hetty Gunn'll have to make up her mind to marry somebody.' And it certainly looked as if she must. What could be lonelier than the position of a woman thirty-five years of age sole possessor of a great stone house, half a dozen barns and out-buildings, herds of cattle, and a farm of five hundred acres?

Hidden Creek--Katharine Newlin Burt
It was a moonlit night, as still and pure as an angel of annunciation--a night that carried tall, silver lilies in its hands. Above the small, sleepy town were lifted the circling rim of mountains and the web of blazing stars. Sylvester's son, after a few crunching steps along the icy pavement, stopped with his hand against the wall, and stood, not quite steadily, his face lifted. The whiteness sank through his tainted body and brain to the undefiled child-soul. The stars blazed awfully for Dickie, and the mountains were awfully white and high, and the air shattered against his spirit like a crystal sword. He stood for an instant as though on a single point of solid earth and looked giddily beyond earthly barriers.

Highroads of Geography
1. MY DEAR CHILDREN,--I am now in the north of India, not far from the great river Ganges. It is a long railway journey from Bombay to this place. I have been in the train two days and two nights.

Hilda Lessways--Arnold Bennett
He turned to the left, toward the High Street and the great cleared space out of which the cellarage of the new Town Hall had already been scooped. He carried his thick gloves in his white and elegant hand, as one who did not feel the frost. She stepped after him. Their breaths whitened the keen air. She was extremely afraid, and considered herself an abject coward, but she was determined to the point of desperation. He ought to know the truth and he ought to know it at once: nothing else mattered. She reflected in her terror: 'If I don't begin right off, he will be asking me to begin, and that will be worse than ever.'

Hindu Tales from the Sanskrit--S. M. Mitra and Nancy Bell
So they all left off crying and went away hand in hand. Fairies do not want very much to eat. They can live on fruit and dew, and they never let anything make them sad for long at a time. They go out of this story now, but you need not be unhappy about them, because you may be very sure that they got no real harm from their generosity to Subha Datta in letting him take the pitcher.

Hinzelmeier--Theodor Storm
Herde zwischen gluehenden Kolben und Tiegeln hantierte; mitunter, wenn die Fledermaeuse an den Scheiben vorueberstrichen, sah er verlangend in die Mondnacht hinaus, die wie ein Zauber draussen ueber den Feldern lag. Neben dem Meister kauerte die Kraeuterfrau am Boden. Sie hatte den grauen Hauskater auf dem Schoss und staeubte ihm sanft die Funken aus dem Pelz. Manchmal, wenn es so recht behaglich knisterte und das Tier vor angenehmem Grausen maunzte, langte der Meister liebkosend nach ihm zurueck und sagte hustend: 'Die Katze ist die Genossin des Weisen!'

His Big Opportunity--Amy Le Feuvre
'But why shouldn't we have it as well as those two boys. I wonder sometimes what God meant us to do when He made us! And I'm not going to be in the dumps because I'm not very strong. For look at Nelson: old Selby told us he was always very seedy and shaky, always ill; and not being big in body doesn't matter, for Nelson was a little man and so was Napoleon, and lots of the great men have been short and stumpy and hideous! I mean to do something before I die, if only an opportunity will come!

His Day Back--Jack Brant
For a few minutes we looked at each other in silence. He was about my size, dressed in a prospector's outfit similar to my own, and as new. His face was kindly, showing nothing but amused curiosity, and I began to feel more at ease. There was something even familiar about him, and I wondered where I had seen him before.

His Hour--Elinor Glyn
'No, everyone is dead. His mother worshipped him, but she died when he was scarcely eighteen, and his father before that. His mother is his adored memory. In all the mad scenes which he and his companions, I am afraid, have enacted in the Fontonka house, there is one set of rooms no one has dared to enter--her rooms--and he keeps flowers there, and an ever-burning lamp.

Histoire de la Revolution francaise, III--Adolphe Thiers
Le parti des jacobins, qui poursuivait dans la personne de Louis XVI la monarchie tout entiere, avait fait des progres sans doute, mais il trouvait une opposition encore assez forte a Paris, et surtout dans le reste de la France. Il dominait dans la capitale par son club, par la commune, par les sections; mais la classe moyenne reprenait courage, et lui opposait encore quelque resistance. Petion ayant refuse la mairie, le medecin Chambon avait obtenu une grande majorite de suffrages, et avait accepte a regret des fonctions qui convenaient peu a son caractere modere et nullement ambitieux.

Histoire de la Revolution francaise, IV--Adolphe Thiers
Les nouvelles des desastres de la Vendee concourant avec celles venues du Nord, qui annoncaient les revers de Dampierre, avec celles venues du Midi, qui portaient que les Espagnols devenaient menacans sur les Pyrenees, avec tous les renseignemens arrivant de plusieurs provinces, ou se manifestaient les dispositions les moins favorables, ces nouvelles repandirent la plus grande fermentation. Plusieurs departemens voisins de la Vendee, en apprenant le succes des insurges, se crurent autorises a envoyer des troupes pour les combattre.

Histoire de la Revolution francaise, tome 1
Le moment de la convocation des etats-generaux arrivait enfin; dans ce commun danger, les premiers ordres, se rapprochant de la cour, s'etaient groupes autour des princes du sang et de la reine. Ils tachaient de gagner par des flatteries les gentilshommes campagnards, et en leur absence ils raillaient leur rusticite. Le clerge tachait de capter les plebeiens de son ordre, la noblesse militaire ceux du sien.

Histoire de la Revolution francaise, Tome Cinquieme
Apres la retraite des Francais du camp de Cesar au camp de Gavrelle, les allies auraient du encore poursuivre une armee demoralisee, qui avait toujours ete malheureuse depuis l'ouverture de la campagne. Des le mois de mars, en effet, battue a Aix-la-Chapelle et a Nerwinde, elle avait perdu la Flandre hollandaise, la Belgique, les camps de Famars et de Cesar, les places de Conde et de Valenciennes.

Histoire de la Revolution Francaise, Vol. II--Adolphe Thiers
Les querelles, les contestations de detail par lesquelles on prelude d'ordinaire a une rupture definitive, continuerent sans interruption. Le roi avait fait fermer le jardin des Tuileries depuis le 20 juin. La terrasse des Feuillans, aboutissant a l'assemblee, etait seule ouverte, et des sentinelles avaient la consigne de ne laisser passer personne de cette terrasse dans le jardin. Despremenil y fut rencontre s'entretenant vivement avec un depute. Il fut hue, poursuivi dans le jardin, et porte jusqu'au Palais-Royal, ou il recut plusieurs blessures.

Histoire des Montagnards--Alphonse Esquiros
Seule l'Assemblee constituante etait a meme de ramener le calme et la paix: unique pouvoir dans lequel on eut confiance, elle surnageait au milieu du naufrage de toutes les vieilles institutions. Malheureusement, les membres de l'Assemblee n'etaient guere d'accord entre eux. Malgre l'apparente fusion des ordres, il restait toujours dans l'Assemblee le parti des interets et le parti des idees, l'aristocratie et la nation

History of England From 1760 to 1860--Charles Duke Yonge
The Constitutional History of England From 1760 to 1860

History of Liberia--J.H.T. McPherson
In 1831, the Maryland State Colonization Society was formed. Active interest in the movement had long been felt in the State, and it scarcely needed the eloquence of Robert Finley, son of the old champion of colonization, who visited Baltimore in that year, to awaken enthusiasm. The Society had hardly been formed when ample funds were provided in an unexpected way. In August, 1831, a tragic Negro uprising took place in Virginia, in which some sixty-five white men, women and children were murdered.

History of Louisisana--Le Page Du Pratz
Full title: History of Louisisana Or Of The Western Parts Of Virginia And Carolina: Containing A Description Of The Countries That Lie On Both Sides Of The River Missisippi

History Of Modern Philosophy--Richard Falckenberg
History Of Modern Philosophy From Nicolas of Cusa to the Present Time (1893)

History of the French Revolution from 1789 to 1814--F. A. M. Mignet
Bonaparte, who had destroyed the liberty of the press, created exceptional tribunals, and who had departed more and more from the principles of the revolution, felt that before he went further it was necessary to break entirely with the liberal party of the 18th Brumaire. In Ventose, year X. (March, 1802), the most energetic of the tribunes were dismissed by a simple operation of the senate. The tribunate was reduced to eighty members, and the legislative body underwent a similar purgation.

Holidays in Eastern France--Matilda Betham-Edwards
In the highly instructive map published by the French Minister of Instruction, Franche-Comte is marked white and Brittany black, thus denoting the antipodes of intellectual enlightenment and darkness to be found in the two countries. Here, indeed, we find ourselves in a wholly different world, so utterly has a spirit of inquiry revolutionized Eastern France, so long has her Western province been held in the grip of the priest. Furthermore, we have evidence of the zeal animating all classes with respect to education on every side

Holland--Thomas Colley Grattan
Holland The History of the Netherlands

Home Again--George MacDonald
Walter was charmed. The singing, and the song through the singing, altogether exceeded his expectation. He had feared he should not be able to laud heartily, for he had not lost his desire to be truthful--but she was an artist! There was indeed nothing original in her music; it was mainly a reconstruction of common phrases afloat in the musical atmosphere; but she managed the slight dramatic element in the lyric with taste and skill, following tone and sentiment with chord and inflection; so that the music was worthy of the verses--which is not saying very much for either; while the expression the girl threw into the song went to the heart of the youth, and made him foolish.

Home as Found
Sequel to 'Homeward Bound.'

HONEST JOHN VANE
Note: Adapted by Frank J. Morlock From a Novel by William Deforest

How He Passed!
He was in evening dress. His Inverness, open in front, was thrown back upon his shoulders, and I could see by his face he had been drinking. At his side was another man. He, too, was in evening dress. He was tall and dark. He had--no one could see him without being struck by the fact at once--a pair of the most remarkable eyes I ever remember to have seen--quite as remarkable as any of those wonderful 'orbs' which we read about in novels, and that is saying not a little

How Jerusalem Was Won--W.T. Massey
It was a hot bright afternoon. The dispositions having been made, the Bucks Hussars and Dorset Yeomanry got out of the wadi and commenced their mounted attack, the Berks battery in the meantime having registered on certain points. The Bucks Hussars, in column of squadrons extended to four yards interval, advanced at a trot from the wadi, which was 3000 yards distant from the ridge which was their objective. Two machine guns were attached to the Bucks and two to the Dorsets, and the other guns under Captain Patron were mounted in a position which that officer had chosen in the wadi El Ghor from which they could bring to bear a heavy fire almost up to the moment the Bucks should be on the ridge.

How To Do It--Edward Everett Hale
Perhaps you do not know what that means. It means that, as you are at school, whether you really like going or not, you determine to make the very best you can of it, and that you do not make yourself and everybody else wretched by sulking and grumbling about it, and wishing school was done, and wondering why your father sends you there, and asking leave to look at the clock in the other room, and so on.

How to Use Your Mind--Harry D. Kitson
How to Use Your Mind A Psychology of Study: Being a Manual for the Use of Students and Teachers in the Administration of Supervised Study

Humoresque--Fannie Hurst
'The people got to be amused the same as they got to be fed. A man will pay for his amusements quicker than he will pay his butcher's or his doctor's bill. It's a cash business, Rosie. All you do with such a machine like Hahn's is get it well placed, drop your penny in the slot, and see one picture after another as big as life. I remember back in the old country, the years before we came over, when I was yet a youngster--'

Hung Lou Meng, Book I--Cao Xueqin
Shih Jung perceiving the perspicacity of his speech and the propriety of his utterances, simultaneously turned towards Chia Chen and observed with a smile on his face: 'Your worthy son is, in very truth, like the young of a dragon or like the nestling of a phoenix! and this isn't an idle compliment which I, a despicable prince, utter in your venerable presence! But how much more glorious will be, in the future, the voice of the young phoenix than that of the old phoenix, it isn't easy to ascertain.'

Hung Lou Meng, Book II--Cao Xueqin
'I just now simply spoke in jest about those cups in order to induce them to laugh,' old goody Liu at these words, mused within herself, 'but, who would have thought that she actually has some of the kind. I've often been to the large households of village gentry on a visit, and even been to banquets there and seen both gold cups and silver cups; but never have I beheld any wooden ones about! Ah, of course! They must, I expect, be the wooden bowls used by the young children. Their object must be to inveigle me to have a couple of bowlfuls more than is good for me! But I don't mind it. This wine is, verily, like honey, so if I drink a little more, it won't do me any harm.'

Hurrah for New England!--Louisa C. Tuthill
HURRAH FOR NEW ENGLAND! OR THE VIRGINIA BOY'S VACATION.

Hurricane Hurry
'Mr Hurry,' said he, 'you are to go on shore with a flag of truce. Inquire for the mayor or chief magistrate, or authorities of some sort. Tell them that we are in want of water and refreshments of various sorts, that we are perfectly ready to pay for everything we have, and then politely inform them that we are resolved, at all events, to have what we require; and that if they decline supplying us, or in any way molest us, we will knock their town about their ears and take what we want by force.'

Il Tenente dei Lancieri--Gerolamo Rovetta
Infatti quella mattina, alle sette, prima di recarsi in quartiere dove aveva una ispezione, il Piccolomini aveva già mandato il grosso incartamento dei conti da pagare alla signorina Richard, scrivendo sopra una seconda fascia:

Impressions of Theophrastus Such
When a man is inclined to marry a particular woman, and has made any committal of himself, this woman's opinions, however different from his own, are readily regarded as part of her pretty ways, especially if they are merely negative; as, for example, that she does not insist on the Trinity or on the rightfulness or expediency of church rates, but simply regards her lover's troubling himself in disputation on these heads as stuff and nonsense. The man feels his own superior strength, and is sure that marriage will make no difference to him on the subjects about which he is in earnest.

In Destiny's Clutch--Rafael Sabatini
He was sparingly fed with his half-brutalized companions upon dried dates and figs, and he was given a little tepid water to drink when he thirsted. He slept in his shackles on the rowers' bench, which was but some four feet wide, and despite the sheepskins with which the bench was padded it was not long before the friction of his movements began to chafe and blister his flesh.

In Morocco--Edith Wharton
We passed through a gate and were confronted by other ramparts. Then we entered an outskirt of dusty red lanes bordered by clay hovels with draped figures slinking by like ghosts. After that more walls, more gates, more endlessly winding lanes, more gates again, more turns, a dusty open space with donkeys and camels and negroes; a final wall with a great door under a lofty arch--and suddenly we were in the palace of the Bahia, among flowers and shadows and falling water.

In St. Juergen
Mit den melancholischen schwarzen Augen blickte es so recht wie aus der dumpfen Welt des Wunder-und Hexenglaubens in die neue Zeit hinauf und erzaehlte mir weiter von der Stadt Vergangenheit, wie es in den Chroniken zu lesen stand, bis hinab zu dem boesen Stegreifjunker, dessen letzte Untat einst das Epitaphium des Ermordeten in der alten Kirche berichtet hatte.--Freilich, wenn dann ploetzlich die Orgel das 'Unsern Ausgang segne Gott' einsetzte, so schlich ich mich meist verstohlen wieder ins Freie; denn es war kein Spass, dem Examen meiner alten Freundin ueber die gehoerte Predigt standhalten zu muessen.

In the Claws of the German Eagle--Albert Rhys Williams
The outbreak of the Great War found me in Europe as a general tourist, and not in the capacity of war-correspondent. Hitherto I had essayed a much less romantic role in life, belonging rather to the crowd of uplifters who conduct the drab and dreary battle with the slums. The futility of most of these schemes for badgering the poor makes one feel at times that these battles are shams and unavailing. This is depressing. It is thrilling, then, suddenly to acquire the glamorous title of war-correspondent, and to have before one the prospect of real and actual battles.

In The Fourth Year--H.G. Wells
Full title: In The Fourth Year Anticipations of a World Peace (1918)

In the Heart of the Vosges--Matilda Betham-Edwards
Full title: In the Heart of the Vosges; And Other Sketches by a 'Devious Traveller'

In the King's Name--George Manville Fenn
'That's a boat-cloak, and the brute's sitting on me,' said Hilary Leigh to himself as he vainly struggled to get free and shout for help. He did utter a few inarticulate noises, but they were smothered in the folds of the thick cloak, and he felt as if he were about to be smothered himself. Getting free he soon found was out of the question, so was making use of the weapons with which he was armed, for his wrists were wrenched round behind his back and his elbows firmly lashed. So were his ankles, and at the same time he felt the pistols dragged out of his belt and his sword unhooked and taken away.

In the Midst of Alarms--Robert Barr
'I say, Renny,' he wailed, 'it's another of those cursed telegraph messengers. Go, like a good fellow, and sign for the dispatch. Sign it 'Dr. Renmark, for R. Yates.' That will give it a sort of official, medical-bulletin look. I wish I had thought of that when the other boy was here. Tell him I'm lying down.' He flung himself into the hammock, and Renmark, after a moment's hesitation, walked toward the boy at the fence, who had repeated his question in a louder voice. In a short time he returned with the yellow envelope, which he tossed to the man in the hammock. Yates seized it savagely, tore it into a score of pieces, and scattered the fluttering bits around him on the ground.

In the Riding-School--Theo. Stephenson Browne
In the Riding-School; Chats With Esmeralda

In the Sargasso Sea--Thomas A. Janvier
As there was no hurry in one way, the ships being so bedded fast there that they were certain not to move more than a few feet at the utmost, I hunted up some food before setting myself to what I knew would be a heavy task; finding cold victuals of a coarse sort in the galley--left from the last meal that the two men had made there--and fairly fresh water in the tank. It was hard work eating, on board that foul ship and thinking of the foul hands which had made the food ready; but going without eating would have been harder, for I had the healthy appetite of a sound young fellow three-and-twenty years old.

In the Valley--Harold Frederic
Through the door I could see her among the bushes, her lithe form bending in the quest of blossoms. Were it midsummer, I thought, and the garden filled with the whole season's wealth of flowers, it could hold nothing more beautiful than she. Perhaps there was some shadow of my moody fit, the evening after the dinner at the Hall, remaining to sadden my thoughts of parting from her. I cannot tell. I only know that they were indeed sad thoughts.

In Troubador-Land--S. Baring-Gould
From Trets I went on by train to Gardanne, watching the evening lights die upon the silver-grey precipices of Mont Victoire. At Gardanne I had to change, and kick my heels for two hours. Gardanne is a picturesque little town, built on a hill round a castle in ruins and a church very much restored. So restored did the church seem to be from the bottom of the hill that I doubted whether it would be worth a visit. Gardanne is surrounded by broad boulevards planted with trees. Now, no sooner has one passed inward, from this boulevard, than one finds a condition of affairs only a little less dreadful than that at Trets.

In Warwickshire
When I came back to the parsonage the entertainment had been transferred to the interior, and I had occasion to admire the maidenly vigour of those charming young girls, who, after playing lawn-tennis all the afternoon, were modestly expecting to dance all the evening. And in regard to this it is not impertinent to say that from almost any group of young English girls---though preferably from such as have passed their lives in quiet country homes---an American observer receives a delightful impression of something that he can best describe as general salubrity.

Inca Land--Hiram Bingham
It was in July, 1911, that we first entered that marvelous canyon of the Urubamba, where the river escapes from the cold regions near Cuzco by tearing its way through gigantic mountains of granite. From Torontoy to Colpani the road runs through a land of matchless charm. It has the majestic grandeur of the Canadian Rockies, as well as the startling beauty of the Nuuanu Pali near Honolulu, and the enchanting vistas of the Koolau Ditch Trail on Maul. In the variety of its charms and the power of its spell, I know of no place in the world which can compare with it.

Incidents in the Life of a Slave Girl--Harriet Jacobs
Incidents in the Life of a Slave Girl. Written by Herself. Linda Brent Edited By L. Maria Child. Published For The Author. 1861.

Independent Bohemia--Vladimir Nosek
Full title: INDEPENDENT BOHEMIA AN ACCOUNT OF THE CZECHO-SLOVAK STRUGGLE FOR LIBERTY By VLADIMIR NOSEK Secretary to the Czecho-Slovak Legation in LONDON 1918

Indian Legends of Vancouver Island--Alfred Carmichael
The daughters of the Village Island chief took with them food to last for three whole suns. They started early, for many miles of paddling lay between them and the Toquaht shore. At length they reached the beach, and hiding their canoe beneath a giant spruce, they followed where a little trail beckoned them on and up the mountain side. For hours they climbed, wending their way through lonely, silent woods, the twittering wren the only life they saw or heard. At times they lost the trail, as it was overgrown with fern and berry bush.

Indian speeches (1907-1909)--Viscount Morley
The Government are entirely zealous and in earnest, acting in thorough good faith, in the desire to press forward these proposals. I may tell you that our Bill is now quite ready. I shall introduce it at the first minute after the Address is over, and, when it reaches the Commons, it will be pressed forward with all the force and resolution that Parliamentary conditions permit. These are not mere pious opinions or academic reforms; they are proposals that are to take Parliamentary shape at the earliest possible moment; and after taking Parliamentary shape, no time will, I know, be lost in India in bringing them as rapidly as possible into practical operation.

Industrial Progress and Human Economics--James Hartness
In general it may be stated that a new organization must start with a superior article to manufacture and the elements of a superior organization. Sometimes it is possible by invention alone to win without the aid of the modern plan of specialized organization. On the other hand, the success may be attained by superior organization without a superior article to manufacture, but in general it is better to combine all of the possible beneficial factors in a new organization.

Initiation into Philosophy--Emile Faguet
THE LOGIC OF STOICISM.--Stoicism existed as a germ in the Cynic philosophy (and also in Socrates) as did Epicureanism in Aristippus. Zeno was the pupil of Crates. In extreme youth he opened a school at Athens in the Poecile. The Poecile was a portico; portico in Greek is stoa, hence the name of Stoic. Zeno taught for about thirty years; then, on the approach of age, he died by his own hand. Zeno thought, as did Epicurus and Socrates, that philosophy should only be the science of life and that the science of life lay in wisdom.

Interior of Tropical Australia--Thomas Mitchell
Full title: Journal of an Expedition into the Interior of Tropical Australia

International Short Stories: French
'Oh! accidentally--he knew him by sight, went to the same cafe, that's all, and they had played at pool together, Joseph and the murderer--a man named Nicot. Joseph told this to the crowd, and you may well imagine how important that made him, when suddenly a little blond man seized him. 'You know the murderer?' 'A little, not much; I played pool with him.' 'And do you know the motive of the crime?' 'It was love, Monsieur, love; Nicot had met a girl, named Eugenie--'

Introduction to the Philosophy and Writings of Plato--Thomas Taylor
Again, therefore, that we may return to the proposed object of investigation, how can a self-motive nature of this kind, which is mingled with the alter-motive, be the first principle of things? For it neither subsists from itself, nor does it in reality perfect itself; but it requires a certain other nature, both for its subsistence and perfection: and prior to it is that which is truly self-moved. Is therefore that which is properly self-moved the principle, and is it indigent of no form more excellent than itself?

Introductory American History--Henry Eldridge Bourne and Elbert Jay Benton
THE GAULS BURN ROME, 390 B.C. The Romans told stories of their defeats as well as of their victories. One of these tells how hosts of Gauls, a people of the same race as the forefathers of the French, streamed southward from the valley of the Po. The Romans were alarmed by such tall men, with fierce eyes, and fair, flowing hair, whose swords crashed through the frail Roman helmets.

Is Marriage Holy?
Now let us suppose for a moment that my conjugal peace has been interrupted, but on the other side of the house. That is to say, suppose that my wife, no matter how instigated---whether by outward constraint or by inward guile---should be led to the overt disregard of her marriage vow. I have a clear remedy by the law of course; that is, I am entitled, not indeed to treat her with the least inhumanity or personal indignity, but to be relieved of the burden of her maintenance and association, and of all covenanted obligation to her in case of my ever being disposed to contract marriage anew.

Isabelle--Andre Gide
Quatre jours apres j'etais encore a la Quartfourche; moins angoisse qu'au troisieme jour, mais plus las. Je n'avais rien surpris de nouveau, ni dans les evenements de chaque jour, ni dans les propos de mes hotes; d'inanition deja je sentais ma curiosite se mourir. Il faut donc renoncer a en decouvrir davantage, pensais-je appretant de nouveau mon depart: autour de moi tout se refuse a m'instruire; l'abbe fait le muet depuis que j'ai laisse paraitre combien ce qu'il sait m'interesse; a mesure que Casimir me marque plus de confiance, je me sens devant lui plus contraint; je n'ose plus l'interroger et du reste je connais a present tout ce qu'il aurait a me dire: rien de plus que le jour ou il me montrait le portrait.

Isle of Slaves
A One Act Comedy by Marivaux, Translated and Adapted by Frank J. Morlock

It Can Be Done--Joseph Morris
It Can Be Done Poems of Inspiration

It Happened in Egypt--C. N. Williamson and A. M. Williamson
'It will be my fault, then,' moaned Monny, 'if he kills Mabel. He's deceived and shut her up and tried to convert her. Worse than all, he has another wife. The next step will be murder. Oh, how can we bear the delay of going on to Luxor by boat! Hadn't we better take a train? Better miss all the things we've come to Egypt to see, rather than leave Mabel to her fate.'

Italian Letters, Vols. I and II--William Godwin
But no, my Matilda, I am a stranger to these fears, my breast is unvisited by the demon of suspicion. I employ no precaution. I do not seek to constrain my passion. I lay my heart naked before you. I shall ever maintain the most grateful sense of the benevolent friendship of your venerable father, of your own unexampled and ravishing condescension. But love, my amiable Matilda, knows no distinction of rank. We cannot love without building our ardour upon the sense of a kind of equality. All obligations must here in a manner cease but those which are mutual. Those hearts that are sensible to the distance of benefactor and client, are strangers to the sweetest emotions of this amiable passion.

Italy Revisited
We can do a thing for the first time but once; it is but once for all that we can have a pleasure in it's freshness. This is a law which is not on the whole, I think, to be regretted, for we sometimes learn to know things better by not enjoying them too much. It is certain, however, at the same time, that a traveller who has merely worked off the primal fermentation of his relish for this inexhaustibly interesting country has by no means entirely drained the cup. After thinking of Italy as simply picturesque, it will do him no great harm to think of her, for a while, as modern,

Jack Archer
JACK ARCHER A Tale of the Crimea

Jack Mason, The Old Sailor--Theodore Thinker
When I went in the whale-ship, I saw another tribe of Indians, that were very different from those I told you of before. They knew more than those Indians. They used bows and arrows; and you would have been pleased to see how they would hit a mark a great way off, with their arrows.

Jack's Ward
JACK'S WARD OR THE BOY GUARDIAN

James Russell Lowell
I may appear to speak too much of this phase of his life as the most memorable part of it---especially considering how short a time it occupied in regard to the whole; but in addition to it's being the only long phase of which I can speak at all closely from personal observation, it is just to remember that these were the years in which all the other years were made most evident. 'We knew him and valued him ages before, and never stinted our appreciation, never waited to care for him till he had become the fashion,' his American readers and listeners, his pupils and colleagues, might say; to which the answer is that those who admired him most were just those who might naturally rejoice in the multiplication of his opportunities.

JAMESIAN ELEGIES
A Cycle of Plays Adapted from The Stories of Henry James, By Frank J. Morlock

Jan van Huysums Blomsterstykke--Henrik Wergeland
Aar ere rundne. Der staaer en Hytte, hvor Præsteboligen stod. Eensom staaer den der uden Naboer. Omstreifende Medlemmer af de Faa af Menigheden, som fik flygte, have bygget den for sin gamle Præst, som de fandt imellem Ruinerne.

Japanischer Fruehling--Hans Bethge
Trostlos, allein zu schlafen diese Nacht,/ Die endlos lang ist, wie der lange Schweif/ Des Goldfasanen, dessen helle Stimme/ Ich von dem Berg herueberklingen hoere. /

Java Head--Joseph Hergesheimer
His mind shifted to a consideration of these facts in relation to himself--whether the same thing overtaking the place and marine insurance had not settled upon him too--as he made his way from Central Wharf, where he had vainly gone for prospective business. His inquiry was reaching a depressing certainty when, passing and gazing down Hardy Street, he saw the Ammidon barouche standing in front of the Dunsacks'.

Jemmy Stubbins, or The Nailer Boy
It was a bright, frosty morning, and, after a walk of twelve miles, I came in sight of the little brick cottage of the nailer by the wayside. I approached it with mingled emotions of solicitude. Perhaps it had been vacated by the poor man and his family, and some other nailer had taken his place. Perhaps the hand that spares neither rich nor poor had been there, and I should miss the boy at the anvil. I stopped once or twice to listen. The windows were open, but all was still. There was no clicking of hammers, nor blowing of bellows, to indicate that the nailer family were still its occupants.

Jennie Baxter, Journalist--Robert Barr
I am to dine with him this evening, and I shall cordially recommend you. I may say that Briggs has gone to that celebrated London detective Mr. Cadbury Taylor, and has engaged him to solve the diamond mystery. So you see you will have a clear field. If you can leave for the castle to-morrow night, you may have the pleasure of Mr. Cadbury Taylor's company. He isn't visiting the castle, but goes straight to Vienna; so if you work your cards rightly, you can be in the same carriage with him as far as Munich, and during that time you may find out perhaps what he thinks about the case. I know only this much about his theory, and that is he thinks the right place to begin is in Vienna, where some, at least, of the stones are supposed to have been pawned.'

Jennie Gerhardt--Theodore Dreiser
The world into which Jennie was thus unduly thrust forth was that in which virtue has always vainly struggled since time immemorial; for virtue is the wishing well and the doing well unto others. Virtue is that quality of generosity which offers itself willingly for another's service, and, being this, it is held by society to be nearly worthless. Sell yourself cheaply and you shall be used lightly and trampled under foot. Hold yourself dearly, however unworthily, and you will be respected. Society in the mass, lacks woefully in the matter of discrimination.

Jes' Natcherel Meanness--Franklin P. Harry
'Ef a fire'd break out things 'd burn like powder.' She tucked a string end under a preceding loop to hold it in place. 'One o' these days it'll happen, too,' she prophesied. 'An' not a cent o' insurance on the place or the house stuff!'

Jimgrim and Allah's Peace
I am no man of iron. I haven't iron nerves. Not one second of that descent was less than hell. I could hear the thunder of some kind of battering-ram on the door at the foot of the stair. I could imagine the rope chafing against the sharp edge of the parapet as they paid it out hand over hand. The only thing that made me keep my head at all was knowledge that Abdul Ali had had to do the trip feet-upward, with his head in a bag. When they let go too fast it was rather like the half-way stage of taking chloroform. When they slowed up, there was the agonizing dread of pursuit. And through it all there burned the torturing suggestion that the rope might break.

Joe Strong The Boy Fire-Eater--Vance Barnum
Joe Strong The Boy Fire-Eater, or The Most Dangerous Performance on Record

John Jones's Dollar--Harry Stephen Keeler
'I am pleased, gentlemen, to see you all posted at your local Visaphones this afternoon. I have prepared my lecture today upon a subject which is, perhaps, of more economic interest than historical. Unlike the previous lectures, my talk will not confine itself to the happenings of a few years, but will gradually embrace the course of ten centuries, the ten centuries, in fact, which terminated three hundred years before the present date. My lecture will be an exposition of the effects of the John Jones Dollar, originally deposited in the dawn of civilization, or to be more precise, in the year 1921 -- just thirteen hundred years ago.

John S. Sargent
The picture has this sign of productions of the first order, that its style clearly would save it, if everything else should change---our measure of its value of resemblance, its expression of character, the fashion of dress, the particular associations it evokes. It is not only a portrait, but a picture, and it arouses even in the profane spectator something of the painter's sense, the joy of engaging also, by sympathy, in the solution of the artistic problem. There are works of which it is sometimes said that they are painter's pictures (this description is apt to be intended invidiously), and the production of which I speak has the good fortune at once to belong to this class, and to give the plain man the kind of pleasure that the plain man looks for.

Johnny Bear--E. T. Seton
Full title: JOHNNY BEAR and other stories from Lives of the Hunted

Johnny Crow's Garden--L. Leslie Brooke
Till the Hippopotami/ Said: 'Ask no further 'What am I?''/ While the Elephant/ Said something quite irrelevant

Josephus--Norman Bentwich
Josephus was essentially an apologist, and his writings include not only an apology for his people, but an apology for his own life. In contrast with the greater Jewish writers, he was given to vaunting his own deeds. We have therefore abundant, if not always reliable, information about the chief events of his career. It must always be borne in mind that he had to color the narrative of his own as well as his people's history to suit the tastes and prejudices of the Roman conqueror.

Journeys Through Bookland, Vol. 5
Merlin, the great magician, had always been the friend and counselor of Arthur, and to his sound advice and wonderful enchantments the king was indebted for much of his power and renown. Before Arthur proposed to marry Guinevere, he took counsel of Merlin, who looked sorrowful and dismayed at the young king's words.

Joy and Power--Henry van Dyke
Surely such a notion is far from the spirit of Jesus. There is nothing of the hardness of Stoicism, the coldness of Buddhism, in Christ's gospel. It is humane, sympathetic, consoling. Unrest and weariness, the fever of passion and the chill of despair, soul-solitude and heart-trouble, are the very things that He comes to cure. He begins His great discourse with a series of beatitudes. 'Blessed' is the word. 'Happy' is the meaning.

Juha--Juhani Aho
Äidin varmuus vei Juhalta hänen omansa. Eihän se taida enää tulla eikä tulekaan ... missä lienee, lieneekö elossakaan enää, koska en saanut hänestä siellä vähintäkään vihiä. Jos se sen koskeen upotti, tekosensa tehtyään.

Juhana Herttuan ja Catharina Jagellonican lauluja--Eino Leino
Yö on niin pitkä, kolkko vangin koppi,/ mun hyvät henget kaikk' on hyljänneet./ Siis tuta täytyikö mun tääkin soppi,/ nää nähdä kammon jylhät jyrkänteet,/ ett' oppisin, mit' orjanmieli oppi,/

Julian Home--Dean Frederic W. Farrar
No, Julian, not a fair specimen of a don altogether, but in some of his aspects a fair specimen of a certain class of university men, who profess to admire nothing, hope for nothing, love nothing; who think warmth of heart a folly, and sentiment a crime; who would not display an interest in any thing more important than a boat-race or a game of bowls, to save their lives; who are very fond of the phrase, 'all that sort of nonsense,' to express everything that rises above the dead level of their own dead mediocrity in intelligence and life.

Jumalainen näytelmä: Kiirastuli--Dante
Ma silloin suoristausin käynnin ryhtiin/ taas tavalliseen, mutta mietteheni/ ne jäivät nöyriksi ja kuurupäiksi. /

K
Nothing escaped Carlotta's eyes--the younger girl's radiance, her confusion, even her operating room uniform and what it signified. How she hated her, with her youth and freshness, her wide eyes, her soft red lips! And this engagement--she had the uncanny divination of fury.

Kalitan, Our Little Alaskan Cousin--Mary F. Nixon-Roulet
'Then Zampa placed her in his canoe, and alone beneath the stars they sailed and it was well, and Zampa's arm was strong at his paddle. But, lo! they heard another paddle, and one came after them, and soon arrows flew about them, arrows swift and cruel, and one struck his paddle from his hand and his canoe was overturned. The pursuer came and placed Kitt-a-youx in his canoe, seeking, too, for Zampa, but, alas! Zampa was drowned. And when his pursuer dragged his body to the surface, he gave a mighty cry, for, lo! it was his brother-in-law whom he had pursued, for he was Yakaga.

Kangaroo
But he was looking mostly straight below him, at the massed foliage of the cliff-slope. Down into the centre of the great, dull-green whorls of the tree-ferns, and on to the shaggy mops of the cabbage palms. In one place a long fall of creeper was yellowish with damp flowers. Gum-trees came up in tufts. The previous world!--the world of the coal age. The lonely, lonely world that had waited, it seemed, since the coal age. These ancient flat-topped tree-ferns, these towsled palms like mops. What was the good of trying to be an alert conscious man here? You couldn't.

Katy's Answer--Allan Ramsay
My mither's ay glowran o'er me,/ Tho she did the same before me,/ I canna get leave/ To look to my loove, /

Kazan--James Curwood
On that clear and stormless night following the days of plague and famine, a hundred thousand hungry creatures came out from their retreats to hunt for food. For eighteen hundred miles east and west and a thousand miles north and south, slim gaunt-bellied creatures hunted under the moon and the stars. Something told Kazan and Gray Wolf that this hunt was on, and never for an instant did they cease their vigilance. At last they lay down at the edge of the spruce thicket, and waited. Gray Wolf muzzled Kazan gently with her blind face.

KEEPERS of the TREASURE--EDGAR WALLACE
He was gone some time. When he reappeared he walked quickly to the bag, thrust in his hands and arms to his elbows, and Fendi gasped as he saw the amount that was removed. For some curious reason, money was not only held in the hands, but covered his arms like huge silver spangles.

Kitty's Class Day And Other Stories--Louisa May Alcott
'A gentleman's gloves, scented with violets! Here's a little hole fretted by a ring on the third finger. Bless me! here are the initials, 'S.P.,' stamped on the inside, with a coat of arms below. What a fop to get up his gloves in this style! They are exquisite, though. Such a delicate color, so little soiled, and so prettily ornamented! Handsome hands wore these. I'd like to see the man.'

Klein Zaches, genannt Zinnober--E. T. A. Hoffmann
Als das Fruehstueck beendigt, riefen beide, der Fuerst und der Minister: 'Er ist ein englischer Mensch, dieser Geheime Spezialrat!'-- 'Du siehst,' sprach Fabian zu seinem Freunde Balthasar, 'du siehst so froehlich aus, deine Blicke leuchten in besonderen Feuer.--Du fuehlst dich gluecklich?--Ach, Balthasar, du traeumst vielleicht einen schoenen Traum, aber ich muss dich daraus erweckendes ist Freundes Pflicht!'

Klondyke Nuggets--Joseph Ladue
Full title: Klondyke Nuggets A Brief Description of the Great Gold Regions in the Northwest

KNIFE in the DARK--ROBERT LESLIE BELLEM
Fumbling at the wall just inside the door, I located a light switch. Flipping it gave me illumination from an overhead fixture. I stared toward a big four-poster bed across the room-- and at the elderly man on it. A man bleeding from a stab wound.

Koenig Ottokars Glueck und Ende--Franz Grillparzer
Milota./ Allein der junge Herr,/ Da ihn sein Weg am Schloss vorueberfuehrte,/ Wo Bruder Benesch haust mit seiner Tochter,/ Wollt' er noch einmal sehn sein altes Lieb;/ Doch fing man ihn und sendet ihn hierher./

Kokoro--Lafcadio Hearn
Full title: Kokoro: Hints and Echoes of Japanese Inner Life

L'archeologie egyptienne--G. Maspero
La chapelle etait la salle de reception du double. C'est la que les parents, les amis, les pretres celebraient le sacrifice funeraire aux jours prescrits par la loi, 'aux fetes du commencement des saisons, a la fete de Thot, au premier jour de l'an, a la fete d'Ouaga, a la grande fete de la canicule, a la procession du dieu Minou, a la fete des pains, aux fetes du mois et de la quinzaine et chaque jour'. Ils deposaient l'offrande dans la piece principale, au pied de la paroi ouest, au point precis ou se trouvait l'entree de la maison eternelle du mort.

L'egyptologie--Gaston Maspero
Entre temps, l'enseignement de M. Maspero aux Hautes Etudes et au College de France portait ses fruits: une ecole francaise, imbue des memes principes et agissant sous une meme impulsion, s'elevait dans la generation d'alors. Le premier qui se manifesta brillamment fut M. Grebaut, avec sa these pour le diplome des Hautes Etudes intitulee Hymne a Ammon Ra des papyrus egyptiens du Musee de Boulaq (1875) que suivirent bientot plusieurs articles, dont le plus important se trouve dans les Melanges d'archeologie egyptienne (1875).

L'inutile beaute--Guy de Maupassant
Patin, quand il entrait au cabaret, etait content de la regarder et lui tenait des propos de politesse, des propos tranquilles d'honnete garcon. Quand il avait bu le premier verre de fil, il la trouvait deja plus gentille; au second, il clignait de l'oeil; au troisieme, il disait: 'Si vous vouliez, mam'zelle Desiree ...' sans jamais finir sa phrase; au quatrieme, il essayait de la retenir par sa jupe pour l'embrasser; et, quand il allait jusqu'a dix, c'etait le pere Auban qui servait les autres.

La belle Gabrielle, vol. 1--Auguste Maquet
C'était un beau jeune homme de vingt ans, fringant, découplé en Adonis, avec des cheveux blonds admirables, une fine moustache d'or et des dents brillantes comme ses yeux. Il montait un bon cheval rouan chargé d'une valise respectable. Son costume de fin drap gris bordé de vert, moitié bourgeois moitié militaire, annonçait l'enfant de famille, un manteau neuf roulé sous le bras, une large épée espagnole bien pendue à son côté complétaient l'ensemble, et tout cela, monture et harnais, habit et figure, bien que poudreux, supportait victorieusement l'éclat du grand jour et répondait aux rayons du soleil par une rayonnante mine que Phébus lui-même, ce Dieu de la beauté, eût empruntée assurément, s'il fût jamais venu à cheval, parcourir le Vexin français.

La Bretagne. Paysages et Recits--Eugene Loudun
Il faudrait dire aussi les clochers de formes si variees, les clochers a pans coupes de la Renaissance, de la Roche-Maurice-les-Landerneau, de Landivisiau, de Ploare, de Pontcroix, de Roscoff, accostes de petits et legers clochetons et ornes de balustrades a deux etages, comme les minarets de l'Orient; les fleches elevees le long des cotes, celle de Treguier, par exemple, percee a jour pour laisser passer les grands vents de la mer, constellee de croix, de roses, de petites fenetres, de croisillons, d'etoiles, comme un chapeau de magicien.

La comedie de la mort--Theophile Gaultier
C'est ici que l'enigme est encor sans Oedipe,/ Et qu'on attend toujours le rayon qui dissipe/ L'antique obscurite./ C'est ici que la mort propose son probleme,/ Et que le voyageur, devant sa face bleme

La Cour de Louis XIV--Imbert de Saint-Amand
La femme qui tenait ce langage avait ce qu'on peut appeler l'ostentation de la modestie. Elle mit une sorte de gloriole fort mal placee a faire faire a sa charmante niece un mariage mediocre et lui choisit un epoux sans merite, sans fortune et meme sans conduite, M. de Tubieres, marquis de Caylus. La jeune mariee n'avait pas encore quatorze ans. Le roi lui donna une modique pension et un collier de perles de dix mille ecus.

La dame de Monsoreau v.1--Alexandre Dumas
Quant a Henri, il etait passe, comme nous l'avons dit, dans l'appartement de Saint-Luc, lequel, prevenu de la visite de Sa Majeste, s'etait couche et se faisait lire des prieres par un vieux serviteur, qui, l'ayant suivi au Louvre, avait ete fait prisonnier avec lui. Sur un fauteuil dore, dans un coin, la tete entre ses deux mains, dormait profondement le page qu'avait amene Bussy.

La dame de Monsoreau v.2--Alexandre Dumas
J'avais bien pense, comme peripetie inattendue, a les faire passer par la place de Greve, ou le bourreau les eut tous brules depuis le premier jusqu'au dernier; mais j'ai pense que le Seigneur avait garde la-haut un peu de soufre de Sodome et un peu de bitume de Gomorrhe, et je ne veux pas lui oter le plaisir de faire lui-meme la grillade. --Ca, messieurs, en attendant ce grand jour, divertissons-nous.

La dame de Monsoreau v.3--Alexandre Dumas
--C'est le minimum. Passons a la Guyenne. La Guyenne, tu la vois, n'est ce pas? la voici: c'est cette figure qui ressemble a un veau marchant sur une patte. Ah! dame! la Guyenne, il ne faut pas t'etonner de trouver la quelques mecontents; c'est un vieux foyer de revolte, et a peine les Anglais en sont-ils partis. La Guyenne sera donc enchantee de se soulever, non pas contre toi, mais contre la France. Il faut compter sur la Guyenne pour huit mille soldats. C'est peu! mais ils seront bien aguerris, bien eprouves, sois tranquille.

La Espuma--D. Armando Palacio Valdes
Al salir del hotel de Osorio, Pepe Castro y Ramoncito se metieron en la berlina que esperaba al primero y se trasladaron a Fornos. Les costo trabajo desembarazarse de Cobo Ramirez, que habia olido algo de cena y deseaba ser de la partida. Ramon dio un codazo a Castro para manifestar que no le veria con gusto en ella. Este, a quien tampoco placa el caracter desvergonzado del primogenito de Casa-Ramirez, hizo lo posible por desprenderse de el enganandole.

La Fiammetta--Giovanni Boccaccio
Certainly, if I should say that this idea was not pleasing to me, I should surely lie, for it drew forth a gentle sigh from my bosom, accompanied by these words: 'And thou art mine!' unless, perchance, the words were but the echo of his, caught by my mind and remaining within it. But what availed it whether such words were spoken or not? The heart had good understanding within itself of that which was not expressed by the lips, and kept, too, within itself that which, if it had escaped outside, might, mayhap, have left me still free.

La Fontana de Oro--Benito Perez Galdos
El uno era un joven de familia distinguida, segundon, a quien habian mandado a estudiar Canones y sagrada Teologia en Salamanca, con el objeto de que fuera sacerdote y disfrutara unas pinguees capellanias que habian pertenecido a un su tio, chantre de la catedral de Calahorra. Capellan te vean mis ojos, que obispo como tenerlo en el puno. En efecto: Javier, que asi se llamaba el muchacho, hubiera sido obispo, porque su familia tenia gran influencia. Pero el chico, que no amaba los habitos y se sentia impresionado por las nuevas ideas, hizo su hatillo, y falto de dineros, aunque no de osadia, se puso en camino, y se planto en Madrid el mismo bendito ano de 1820.

La Main Gauche
Rouge, mal éveillé, l'oeil droit ouvert, l'oeil gauche presque fermé, il boutonnait avec peine ses bretelles sur son gros ventre, tout en surveillant, d'un regard entendu et circulaire, tous les coins connus de sa ferme. Le soleil coulait ses rayons obliques à travers les hêtres du fossé et les pommiers ronds de la cour, faisait chanter les coqs sur le fumier et roucouler les pigeons sur le toit. La senteur de l'étable s'envolait par la porte ouverte et se mêlait, dans l'air frais du matin, à l'odeur âcre de l'écurie où hennissaient les chevaux, la tête tournée vers la lumière.

La Presse Clandestine dans la Belgique Occupee--Jean Massart
Le jour de la Fete nationale, des Bruxellois appartenant a tous les partis politiques assistaient a la grand'messe a Sainte-Gudule. En effet, depuis l'occupation allemande, les Belges ont de commun accord oublie les anciens desaccords de parti. Ceux qui appartenaient aux groupements politiques les plus disparates siegent a present dans les memes comites; jamais il n'y est question de ce qui les divisait; ils ne parlent que de ce qui les unit: la lutte contre les oppresseurs et les tortionnaires. Les anciens antagonismes ont ete aplanis, et les Belges sont entres tous ensemble dans une meme confrerie, l'anti-prussianisme.

La sagesse et la destinee--Maurice Maeterlinck
N'oublions pas que rien ne nous arrive qui ne soit de la meme nature que nous-memes. Toute aventure qui se presente, se presente a notre ame sous la forme de nos pensees habituelles, et aucune occasion heroique ne s'est jamais offerte a celui qui n'etait pas un heros silencieux et obscur depuis un grand nombre d'annees. Gravissez la montagne ou descendez dans le village, allez au bout du monde ou bien promenez-vous autour de la maison, vous ne rencontrerez que vous-meme sur les routes du hasard.

La Suggestibilite--Alfred Binet
Les expériences dont le récit va suivre ont été faites principalement dans une petite école primaire élémentaire de Paris; le nombre des élèves n'y dépasse pas 150, ils sont répartis en quatre classes. J'ai choisi cette petite école parce que j'avais besoin d'avoir des renseignements nombreux et intimes non seulement sur l'intelligence mais sur le caractère des élèves, et un directeur de petite école connaît mieux ses élèves qu'un directeur d'une école plus importante. Autant que possible, il ne faut rien laisser au hasard.

La tentation de Saint Antoine--Gustave Flaubert
Cet enfant est petit comme un nain, et pourtant trapu comme un Cabire, contourne, d'aspect miserable. Des cheveux blancs couvrent sa tete prodigieusement grosse; et il grelotte sous une mechante tunique, tout en gardant a sa main un rouleau de papyrus.

La vampire--Paul H.C. Feval
--Nous sommes religieux a la maison, continua Jean-Pierre, quoique j'eusse la renommee d'un mecreant, quand je chantais vepres a Saint-Sulpice. Ma femme pense a Dieu souvent, comme tous les grands, comme tous les bons coeurs. Il ne faut pas croire qu'un republicain,--et je l'etais avant la republique, moi, monsieur le prefet,--soit force d'etre impie. Notre petite Angele nous faisait la priere chaque matin et chaque soir... De son cote, le jeune M. de Kervoz venait d'un pays ou l'idee chretienne est profondement enracinee. Ce n'est pas un devot, mais c'est un croyant...

La veille d'armes--Claude Farrere et Lucien Nepoty
JEANNE. J'aurais pu chercher longtemps. [D'Artelles l'aide a enfiler son manteau.] Allons bon! et la manche maintenant! j'ai retrouve mon manteau, mais j'ai perdu la manche. Cela peut-il vous rendre stupide une grande joie.

La vie d'Ernest Psichari--Henri Massis
L'armee lui apparut comme la seule activite ou demeure cet idealisme qu'une culture toute sceptique avait failli corrompre. Des son arrivee a la caserne, il sentit avec une vivacite extraordinaire qu'il etait fait pour vivre la, que c'etait la sa vocation. Desormais il eut quelque chose ou se prendre, un motif d'agir. Il signe, en 1904, son reengagement au 51e de ligne, a Beauvais. Mais, impatient d'action, le sergent Psichari change d'arme et passe dans l'artillerie coloniale comme simple canonnier. Bien vite, il recoit les galons de marechal des logis.

Labor's Martyrs--Vito Marcantonio
In Chicago, the May Day strike was a great success. Those who remember it and took part in it tell us that thousands of workers filled the streets. Some paraded, others gave out handbills, others went in committees from factory to factory calling the workers out on strike. Despite all the efforts of a hostile press to whip up hatred for the workers, to alienate the middle class, to spread the fear of disorder and raise the bogey of revolution (much as Mayor Shields of Johnstown so unsuccessfully tried to do when he attempted to introduce the menace of vigilantism into Johnstown, Pa., during the recent steel-strike with his black helmeted monkeys), the day passed in absolute peace.

Lady Barberina
This was all he expected of her, for it did not belong to the cast of her beauty to betray a vulgar infatuation. That beauty was more delightful to him than ever; and there was a softness about her which seemed to say to him that from this moment she was quite his own. He felt more than ever the value of such a possession; it came over him more than ever that it had taken a great social outlay to produce such a mixture. Simple and girlish as she was, and not particularly quick in the give and take of conversation, she seemed to him to have a part of the history of England in her blood

Lady Into Fox--David Garnett
He propped her up in an armchair with some cushions, and they took tea together, she very delicately drinking from a saucer and taking bread and butter from his hands. All this showed him, or so he thought, that his wife was still herself; there was so little wildness in her demeanour and so much delicacy and decency, especially in her not wishing to run naked, that he was very much comforted, and began to fancy they could be happy enough if they could escape the world and live always alone.

Lady John Russell
LADY JOHN RUSSELL A Memoir with Selections from Her Diaries and Correspondence EDITED BY DESMOND MACCARTHY AND AGATHA RUSSELL

LADY LIBERTY--A PLAY IN ONE ACT BY FRANK J. MORLOCK
Bernard But I know exactly who I am. I am Bernard Peterson and I live at 1182 Nicholson Lane. I'm a painter by profession. I am married and thirty-eight years old. My wife is a journalist. You see, I know who I am.

Lady Mary Wortley Montague--Lewis Melville
LADY MARY WORTLEY MONTAGU Her Life and Letters (1689-1762)

Lands of the Slave and the Free--Henry A. Murray
LANDS OF THE SLAVE AND THE FREE: OR, Cuba, the United States, and Canada.

Last Leaves from Dunk Island--E. J. Banfield
On the assumption that the dogs might have merely chased the pigling into the jungle and that it might be tracked by them, they were encouraged to sniff the hutch, which they did joyfully, and with Ned, experienced tracker, in the lead, all the able-bodied of the Isle joined in the hunt. The dogs, leading across the paddock to the ravine, ran, nose to ground, down its steepness and up through the orange plantation, followed enthusiastically by Ned and the others, just as the character of country permitted. Early in the hunt the dogs put up a scrub-fowl, which noisily fluttered and spluttered through the jungle, and, ending its flight on a lofty branch, jeered and chuckled as it peered down at the intruders.

Latin Literature--J. W. Mackail
The poetic forms, on the other hand, used by Virgil were so much more on the main line of tendency that he stands among a large number of others, some of whom might have had a high reputation but for his overwhelming superiority. Of the other essays made in this period in bucolic poetry we know too little to speak with any confidence. But both didactic poetry and the little epic were largely cultivated, and the greater epic itself was not without followers. The extant poems of the Culex and Ciris have already been noted as showing with what skill and grace unknown poets, almost if not absolutely contemporary with Virgil, could use the slighter epic forms.

Lawn Tennis for Ladies--Mrs. Lambert Chambers
A good lawn tennis racket is indispensable; indeed, to use a weapon of inferior make is to court failure from the start. You cannot be too particular to have a really well-made racket. Fortunately there are now so many good makers that it is a player's own fault if she is not suitably equipped. It may be a little more expensive to buy a really first-class racket; but the few extra shillings are well worth while if you mean to take up the game seriously, and to get out of it all the enjoyment you can.

Lays of the Scottish Cavaliers and Other Poems--W.E. Aytoun
'I know thy name full well, Lord James,/ And honour'd may I be,/ That those who fought beside the Bruce/ Should fight this day for me!/

Le Chat du Neptune--Ernest D'Hervilly
Puis chacun retourna a ses affaires, a son cigare ou a son travail, et monsieur Tom reprit tranquillement le cours de ses promenades perilleuses, dans les embarcations suspendues aux flancs du navire, ou a travers les enflechures. Les enflechures sont les echelons de corde des haubans, ces gros cables qui relient les bas mats aux bordages.

Le Corricolo--Alexandre Dumas
Aussi l'apparition de quelque Cook ou de quelque Bougainville est-elle rare dans ces regions inconnues, ou il n'y a rien a decouvrir que l'interieur d'ignobles maisons, sur le seuil ou sur la croisee desquelles la grand-mere peigne sa fille, la fille son enfant et l'enfant son chien. Le peuple napolitain est le peuple de la terre qui se peigne le plus; peut-etre est-il condamne a cet exercice par quelque jugement inconnu, et accomplit-il un supplice analogue a celui qui punissait les cinquante filles de Danaues, avec cette difference que, plus celles-ci versaient d'eau dans leur barrique, moins il en restait.

Le Horla and Others
Par la fenetre et la porte ouvertes, le soleil de juillet entrait a flots, jetait sa flamme chaude sur le sol de terre brune, onduleux et battu par les sabots de quatre generations de rustres. Les odeurs des champs venaient aussi, poussees par la brise cuisante, odeurs des herbes, des bles, des feuilles, brules sous la chaleur, de midi. Les sauterelles s'egosillaient, emplissaient la campagne d'un crepitement clair, pareil au bruit des criquets de bois qu'on vend aux enfants dans les foires.

Le Pays de l'or--Henri Conscience
Leur bonne humeur avait cependant encore une autre cause. Pour feter leur arrivee a San-Francisco comme ils l'avaient decide, ils etaient entres dans un certain nombre de cafes, avaient bien mange et assez bien bu, de sorte que l'effet du vin ou du grog n'etait pas etranger a leur joyeuse disposition d'esprit, quoiqu'ils eussent encore toute leur raison et qu'ils y vissent encore tres-clair.

Le socialisme en danger--Ferdinand Domela Nieuwenhuis
Tous les grands courants d'idees offrent d'ailleurs si on les prend a leur naissance, des analogies singulieres. Les points de ressemblance entre le christianisme au commencement de notre ere et le socialisme de notre temps a son eclosion, sont si remarquables que l'observateur historien doit en etre frappe. Dans leur origine comme dans leur developpement, les memes caracteres se constatent et, toutes choses changees, on peut dire en etudiant les etapes du premier: il en est maintenant comme alors. On peut meme dans leur commune degenerescence observer les phenomenes identiques.

Le Speronare--Alexandre Dumas
Le temps etait magnifique. Je l'ai deja dit, rien n'est beau, rien n'est poetique comme une nuit sur les cotes de Sicile, entre ce ciel et cette mer qui semblent deux nappes d'azur brodees d'or; aussi restames-nous sur le pont assez tard a jouer a je ne sais quel jeu invente par l'equipage, et dans lequel le perdant etait force de boire un verre de vin. Il va sans dire qu'en deux ou trois lecons nous etions devenus plus forts que nos maitres, et que nos matelots perdaient toujours; Pietro surtout etait d'un malheur desesperant.

Le Voyage De Monsieur Perrichon--Eugene Labiche and Edouard Martin
PERRICHON, a la marchande de livres.--Madame, je voudrais un livre pour ma femme et ma fille... un livre qui ne parle ni de galanterie, ni d'argent, ni de politique, ni de mariage, ni de mort.

LEAF OF THE LOTUS--GUY RUSSELL
White woman after white woman has disappeared in Honolulu until finally the girl Lieutenant Gardner adores is gone, too. How could he know that his old Chinese friend was an 'eater of the lotus'?

LEANDER, FIACRE--By Thomas Gueullette
CASSANDER: (alone) All this is beginning to place me with so much in my head as to make me worry. Could Gilles be right? Why, no, a person as well brought up, as modest as Miss Isabelle, the daughter of colleague Villebrequin -- Oh, no, it's not possible.

Lectures on Art--Washington Allston
As these characteristics, like every thing which the mind can recognize as true, all have their origin in its natural desires, they may also be termed Principles; and as such we shall consider them. In order, however, to satisfy ourselves that they are truly such, and not arbitrary assumptions, or the traditional dogmas of Practice, it may be well to inquire whence is their authority; for, though the ultimate cause of pleasure and pain may ever remain to us a mystery, yet it is not so with their intermediate causes, or the steps that lead to them.

Legendes Normandes--Gaston Lavalley
Lorsque le citoyen president et les membres du District se furent assis devant une table en demi-cercle, Dominique pensa qu'il etait temps d'agir. Il se fit une trouee a travers les assistants. Jusque-la, sa fermete ne l'avait pas abandonne. Mais quand il se trouva dans l'espace qui restait vide entre l'auditoire et le conseil, il perdit toute assurance. Il eut mieux aime affronter le feu d'un peloton que ces milliers de regards, dont l'eclat lui causait une sorte de vertige.

Legends Of The Gods--E. A. Wallis Budge
The obverse, reverse, and two sides of the Metternich Stele have cut upon them nearly three hundred figures of gods and celestial beings. These include figures of the great gods of heaven, earth, and the Other World, figures of the gods of the planets and the Dekans, figures of the gods of the days of the week, of the weeks, and months, and seasons of the year, and of the year. Besides these there are a number of figures of local forms of the gods which it is difficult to identify. On the rounded portion of the obverse the place of honour is held by the solar disk, in which is seen a figure of Khnemu with four ram's heads, which rests between a pair of arms, and is supported on a lake of celestial water; on each side of it are four of the spirits of the dawn

Legends, Tales and Poems--Gustavo Adolfo Becquer
Asi fue, en efecto. Bien porque en su turbacion la bruja no acertara con la formula, o, lo que yo mas creo, por ser viernes, dia en que murio Nuestro Senor Jesucristo, y no haber acabado aun las visperas, durante las que los malos no tienen poder alguno, ello es que, viendo que no concluia nunca con su endiablada monserga, un mozo la dijo que acabase y levantando en alto el cuchillo, se dispuso a herirla.

Legion of the Living Dead--Brant House
From nowhere hurtled that black death car. And from nowhere came its grisly occupants. They were not of the earth, for their human flesh was immune to bullets. They were not of the grave, for they manned the wheel and a blasting machine gun-- Secret Agent 'X' made a desperate maneuver to block their invasion of the land of the living. And in that weird terror trap, he came face to face with a man he knew-a man he knew had died five years ago. (etext from Pulpgen.com)

LEGIONNAIRES DISEASE
A Comedy in Three Acts By Georges Feydeau, Translated and Adapted by Frank J. Morlock

Lehtori Hellmanin vaimo--Minna Canth
Joulun aikaan oli Selma tullut nuorena rouvana seminaari-kaupunkiin. Koti oli hyvässä kunnossa häntä odottamassa. Kolme huonetta heillä oli, yksi Aarnoldille, toinen hänelle ja kolmas vieraita varten. Sitä paitsi oli heillä keittiö, jossa palvelija asui.

Leila
Leila stood within this chamber, pale and breathless, with her lips apart, her hands clasped, her very soul in her ears; nor was it possible to conceive a more perfect ideal of some delicate and brilliant Peri, captured in the palace of a hostile and gloomy Genius. Her form was of the lightest shape consistent with the roundness of womanly beauty; and there was something in it of that elastic and fawnlike grace which a sculptor seeks to embody in his dreams of a being more aerial than those of earth.

Lendas e Narrativas (Tomo I)--Alexandre Herculano
'Que quereis!--tornou o beguino.-Quando hontem os maldictos burguezes accommetteram os pacos reaes com sua grita e revolta, estava eu aqui. Ai que medo tive! Escondi-me naquelle desvao, e quando se fecharam as portas achei-me encurralado ca dentro como um emparedado em seu nicho. A minha profissao de paz e de religiao nao me consentia passar por meio de homens possuidos do espirito de colera, e inspirados por Belzebuth, nem o susto me deixava animo desaffogado para ir rocar o burel do meu santo habito pelos trajos empestados dos filhos de Belial.

Les affinites electives
Apres le dejeuner, le Comte et la Baronne monterent en voiture et continuerent leur voyage. A peine etaient-ils sortis de la cour du chateau, que de nouveaux hotes y entrerent, a la grande satisfaction de Charlotte, qui ne cherchait qu'a s'arracher a elle-meme. Mais Edouard qui desirait etre seul avec Ottilie, en fut tres-contrarie; pour la jeune fille aussi, cette visite etait importune, car elle n'avait pas encore termine sa copie. Vers la fin du jour elle courut s'enfermer dans sa chambre, tandis que Charlotte, Edouard et le Capitaine reconduisaient les visiteurs jusqu'a la grande route, ou leur voiture les avait devances.

Les chasseurs de chevelures--Captain Mayne-Reid
Jusque-la nous etions demeures dans une complete ignorance du sort qui nous etait reserve. Mais d'apres tout ce que nous avions entendu dire des sauvages, et d'apres notre propre experience, nous nous attendions a de cruelles tortures. Sanchez, qui connaissait un peu la langue, ne nous laissa, au surplus, aucun doute a cet egard. Au milieu des conversations des femmes, il avait saisi quelques mots qui l'avaient instruit de ce qu'on nous destinait. Quand elles furent parties, il nous fit part du programme, d'apres ce qu'il avait pu comprendre.

Les gens de bureau--Emile Gaboriau
Ce grand homme a résolu pour le comédien le problème de l'ubiquité. Avec une seule troupe, M. Mont-Saint-Jean dessert huit salles de la banlieue, et, grâce au trot rapide de ses chevaux, le même «bon fils» peut, le même soir, retrouver sur quatre théâtres aux quatres points cardinaux la même «croix de sa mère.»

Les grandes dames--Arsene Houssaye
Ce fut alors que Monjoyeux le surprit dans sa repetition, je veux dire au moment ou il s'etudiait devant le miroir. 'Bravo! dit Monjoyeux en entrant, voila le Docteur de la Science. J'espere bien que tu vas leur dire de fortes verites, cette nuit, a ces paiens qui ne croient pas a Jupiter, le dieu des dieux, le dieu d'Homere, de Phidias et d'Apelles.--Moi! dit Octave en serrant la main de son ami, je n'ai pas une pareille pretention.--Alors, pourquoi t'es-tu habille en docteur Faust?--Pour effeuiller quelques Marguerites, s'il en reste

Les grandes journees de la Constituante--Albert Mathiez
C'est a la Federation de Strasbourg (13 juin 1790) qu'on proceda, pour la premiere fois, a ma connaissance, a cette ceremonie du bapteme civique qui, debarrasse de tout caractere confessionnel, deviendra l'un des sacrements du culte de la Raison. Je cite le proces-verbal: 'L'epouse de M. Brodard, garde national de Strasbourg, etait accouchee d'un fils le jour meme du serment federatif. Plusieurs citoyens, saisissant la circonstance, demanderent que le nouveau-ne fut baptise sur l'autel de la Patrie....

Les grands orateurs de la Revolution--Francois-Alphonse Aulard
Mais si Mirabeau avait appris un peu de tout, ce n'etait pas seulement pour devenir 'un honnete homme' a la mode du XVIIIe siecle, ou, comme nous disons aujourd'hui, par curiosite de dilettante: le but de ces etudes ne cessa d'etre, a son insu peut-etre, l'art de la parole. Directement ou indirectement, tout ce qu'il lit, tout ce qu'il ecrit ne va servir qu'a perfectionner en lui ce don de l'eloquence qui lui etait naturel. Tous ses livres sont des discours, et il n'ecrit pas une phrase qui ne soit faite pour etre lue a haute voix, declamee. Meme dans ses lettres d'amour, meme dans ses confidences a Sophie, il est orateur

Les Heures Claires--Emile Verhaeren
Ce chapiteau barbare, ou des monstres se tordent,/ Soudes entre eux, a coups de griffes et de dents,/ En un tumulte fou de sang, de cris ardents,/ De blessures et de gueules qui s'entre-mordent,/ C'etait moi-meme, avant que tu fusses la mienne,

Les joies du pardon
Ce Noël allait être, bien certainement, encore plus triste que celui de l'année précédente. La veille au soir, les enfants mirent leurs petites chaussures sous la cheminée. Mille précautions furent prises pour les placer au bon endroit; il y avait eu même des contestations et des disputes entre eux à ce sujet. Le cadet n'avait pas craint de troubler l'ordre et de changer la topographie des souliers. La soeur aînée, qui s'en aperçut en faisant une ronde à la dérobée, fit un tintamarre qui nécessita l'intervention du papa et de la maman.

Lessons in Life--Timothy Titcomb
Reader, did you ever drive a horse that had the mean habit of shying? If so, then you will remember how constantly he was on the lookout for objects that would frighten him. He would never wait for the bugbear to show its head; but he conjured it up at every point. Every hair upon his sides seemed transformed into an eye; and there was not a colored stone, nor a stick of wood, nor a bit of paper, nor a small dog, nor a shadow across the road, nor any thing that introduced variety into his passage, that did not seem to be endowed with some marvellous power of repulsion.

Letters of a Traveller--William Cullen Bryant
If you would see a city wholly Flemish in its character, you should visit Antwerp, to which the railway takes you in an hour and a half. The population here is almost without Walloon intermixture, and there is little to remind you of what you have seen in France, except the French books in the booksellers' windows. The arts themselves have a character of their own which never came across the Alps. The churches, the interior of which is always carefully kept fresh with paint and gilding, are crowded with statues in wood, carved with wonderful skill and spirit by Flemish artists, in centuries gone by

Lettre a l'Empereur Alexandre sur la traite des noirs--William Wilberforce
Lorsque Votre Majeste apposait son nom a la memorable declaration promulguee, au sujet de la Traite des Noirs, par les Souverains assembles au Congres de Vienne, ce n'etait pas pour se conformer a des actes diplomatiques que commandaient les circonstances: elle croyait, j'en suis convaincu, remplir un devoir solennel et sacre, dicte par les motifs les plus puissans de la morale et de la religion.

Lettres ecrites d'Egypte--Champollion le Jeune
Lettres ecrites d'Egypte et de Nubie en 1828 et 1829 Champollion le Jeune [Jean-Francois Champollion]

Libro segundo de lectura--Ellen M. Cyr
Yo soy una ardilla parda. Me llamo Bunia. Vivo en un roble. Corro por los arboles todo el verano.

Life and Adventures of Venture--Venture Smith
Full title: A Narrative of the Life and Adventures of Venture, a Native of Africa, But Resident above Sixty Years in the United States of America, Related by Himself, by Venture Smith

Life and Death of Harriett Frean--May Sinclair
She tried to reinstate herself through grief; she sheltered behind her bereavement, affecting a more profound seclusion, abhorring strangers; she was more than ever the reserved, fastidious daughter of Hilton Frean. She had always thought of herself as different from Connie and Sarah, living with a superior, intellectual life. She turned to the books she had read with her mother, Dante, Browning, Carlyle, and Ruskin, the biographies of Great Men, trying to retrace the footsteps of her lost self, to revive the forgotten thrill. But it was no use.

Life and Remains of John Clare--J. L. Cherry
All that was possible was done for Clare at the house of Dr. Allen, one of the early reformers of the treatment of lunatics. He was kept pretty constantly employed in the garden, and soon grew stout and robust. After a time he was allowed to stroll beyond the grounds of the asylum and to ramble about the forest. He was perfectly harmless, and would sometimes carry on a conversation in a rational manner, always, however, losing himself in the end in absolute nonsense. In March, 1841, he wrote a long and intelligible letter to Mrs. Clare, almost the only peculiarity in which is that every word is begun with a capital letter.

Life in London--Edwin Hodder
Full title: LIFE IN LONDON OR, THE PITFALLS OF A GREAT CITY

Life in Mexico--Frances Calderon De La Barca
Tradition says, that now these caves and tanks and woods are haunted by the shade of the conqueror's Indian love, the far-famed Dona Marina, but I think she would be afraid of meeting with the wrathful spirit of the Indian emperor. The castle itself, modern though it be, seems like a tradition! The Viceroy Galvez, who built it, is of a bygone race! The apartments are lonely and abandoned, the walls falling to ruin, the glass of the windows and the carved work of the doors have been sold; and standing at this great height, exposed to every wind that blows, it is rapidly falling to decay.

Life of Cicero, v1--Anthony Trollope
Cicero was the bugbear to them all. That he might have been one of them, if ready to share the plunder and the power, no reader of the history of the time can doubt. Had he so chosen he might again have been a 'real power in the State;' but to become so in the way proposed to him it was necessary that he should join others in a conspiracy against the Republic.

Life Of Johnson, Vol. 1
The version edited by Birkbeck Hill.

Life Of Johnson, Vol. 2
And I think too, that a good deal of weight should be allowed to the dying declarations, because they were spontaneous. There is a great difference between what is said without our being urged to it, and what is said from a kind of compulsion. If I praise a man's book without being asked my opinion of it, that is honest praise, to which one may trust. But if an authour asks me if I like his book, and I give him something like praise, it must not be taken as my real opinion.'

Life Of Johnson, Vol. 2
Edited by Birkbeck Hill

Life Of Johnson, Vol. 3
Edited by Birkbeck Hill

Life Of Johnson, Volume 4
'Hospitality to strangers and foreigners in our country is now almost at an end, since, from the increase of them that come to us, there have been a sufficient number of people that have found an interest in providing inns and proper accommodations, which is in general a more expedient method for the entertainment of travellers. Where the travellers and strangers are few, more of that hospitality subsists, as it has not been worth while to provide places of accommodation. In Ireland there is still hospitality to strangers, in some degree; in Hungary and Poland probably more.'

Life Of Johnson, Volume 5
INCLUDING BOSWELL'S JOURNAL OF A TOUR TO THE HEBRIDES AND JOHNSON'S DIARY OF A JOURNEY INTO NORTH WALES

Life: Its True Genesis--R. W. Wright
But the palpable blunder, in materialistic science, consists in its overlooking the necessary outgrowth of theological ideas in the human mind--as conclusively a phenomenal fact of nature as the invariable uniformity of astronomical movements, the ebb and flow of the tides, or the electro-magnetic waves of the earth itself. And nature furnishes no greater clue to the one set of phenomena than the other. For when we say that bodies act one upon another by the force of gravity, we are no nearer an explication of the force itself, than we should be were we to allege any corresponding manifestation on the part of the human mind.

Lister's Great Adventure--Harold Bindloss
All the same, he felt the shack was dreary and his life was bleak. He had not felt this until he went to Winnipeg. On the whole, he had liked the struggle against physical obstacles. It was his proper job, but the struggle was stern and sometimes exhausting, and his reward was small. Now he wanted something different, and gave himself to vague and brooding discontent.

Literary and General Lectures and Essays
The first requisite, I think, for a modern course of English Literature is, that it be a whole course or none. The literary education of woman has too often fallen into the fault of our 'Elegant Extracts,' and 'Beauties of British Poetry.' It has neither begun at the beginning nor ended at the end. The young have been taught to admire the laurels of Parnassus, but only after they have been clipped and pollarded like a Dutch shrubbery.

Litterature et Philosophie melees--Victor Hugo
Si Walter Scott est ecossais, ses romans suffiraient pour nous l'apprendre. Son amour exclusif pour les sujets ecossais prouve son amour pour l'Ecosse; passionne pour les vieilles coutumes de sa patrie, il se dedommage, en les peignant fidelement, de ne pouvoir plus les suivre avec religion, et son admiration pieuse pour le caractere national eclate jusque dans sa complaisance a en detailler les defauts. Une irlandaise, lady Morgan, s'est offerte, pour ainsi dire, comme la rivale naturelle de Walter Scott, en s'obstinant, comme lui, a ne traiter que des sujets nationaux

Little Folded Hands
LITTLE FOLDED HANDS Prayers for Children Compiled from Various Sources

Little Folks Astray--Sophia May (Rebecca Sophia Clarke)
How shocked Prudy would have been, if she had seen her little sister reaching up to the counter, and turning over the leaves of books, side by side with grown people! Miss Dimple was never very bashful; and what did she care for the people in New York, who never saw her before? She soon became absorbed in a fairy story. Seconds, minutes, quarters; it was a whole hour before she came to herself enough to remember that Horace was to call for her, and she was not where he had left her.

Little Saint Elizabeth and Other Stories
'They'd be afraid of me before they had done with me,' said the proud grain. 'I am not a common grain of wheat. Wait until I am made into cake. But gracious me! there doesn't seem much prospect of it while we are shut up here. How dark and stuffy it is, and how we are crowded, and what a stupid lot the other grains are! I'm tired of it, I must say.'

Lives of SS. Declan and Mochuda
The illustrious bishop, who is generally known as Mochuda, was of the Ciarraighe Luachra; to be exact--he was of the line of Fergus Mac Roigh, who held the kingship of Ulster, till the time that he gave the kingship to a woman for a year and did not get it back when the year was over. His descendants are now to be found throughout various provinces of Ireland. He fell himself, through the treachery of Oilioll, king of Connaght, and the latter's jealousy of his wife, Meadbh, daughter of Eochaid Feidhleach.

Lives of the English Poets--Henry Francis Cary
Lives of the English Poets From Johnson to Kirke White, Designed as a Continuation of Johnson's Lives

Lo, Michael!--Grace Livingston Hill
He sat on the platform looking down on the kindly, uncritical audience that had assembled for the exercises, and saw not a single face that had come for his sake alone. Many were there who were interested in him because they had known him through the years, and because he bore the reputation of being the honor man of his class and the finest athlete in school. But that was not like having some one of his very own who cared whether he did well or not. He found himself wishing that even Buck might have been there; Buck, the nearest to a brother he had ever had. Would Buck have cared that he had won highest rank? Yes, he felt that Buck would have been proud of him.

London Pride--M. E. Braddon
Could she go back to such a life as that? Go back! Leave all she loved? At the mere suggestion her trembling hand was stretched out involuntarily to clasp her niece Henriette, kneeling beside her. Leave them--leave those with whom and for whom she lived? Leave this loving child--her sister--her brother? Fareham had told her to call him 'Brother.' He had been to her as a brother, with all a brother's kindness, counselling her, confiding in her.

Longstaff's Marriage
Before she knew it Agatha was blushing a little; for, to the ear, simply, his words implied that it was to her only he would appeal for the pleasure he had coveted. But the next instant she had become conscious that what he meant was simply that he admired her companion so much that he was afraid of her, and that, daring to speak to herself; he thought her a much smaller and less interesting personage.

Lord Dolphin--Harriet A. Cheever
Folks call these flowers, such as they have seen of them, weeds, seaweeds. And I suppose they have to come under that name, as they are not planted from seeds, but are a wild growth. Ah, but some great Planter or Gardener surely put all these wonderful shapes and splendid tints in the soft earth of a sea-garden. And it is all so blithe and gay!

Lord Kilgobbin--Charles Lever
'There are a few words here, papa,' cried Kate, opening the paper. ''In reply to the question of Sir Barnes Malone as to the late communications alleged to have passed between the head of the Irish Government and the head-centre of the Fenians, the Right Honourable the First Lord of the Treasury said, 'That the question would be more properly addressed to the noble lord the Secretary for Ireland, who was not then in the House. Meanwhile, sir,' continued he, 'I will take on myself the responsibility of saying that in this, as in a variety of other cases, the zeal of party has greatly outstripped the discretion that should govern political warfare.

Lost In The Air--Roy J. Snell
Setting their course a little east of north, they shot directly away. Bruce, who was driving, settled back easily in his place. The machine was soaring beautifully. The engines worked in perfect time. Everything promised a safe and speedy trip. Now and again a belated flock of snow-geese, as if drawn by an invisible thread, shot by them; and now, far below, they caught sight of moving brown specks, which told of caribou still passing southward from the summer pasture in the unexplored lands far to the North. The fleeting panorama was of constantly changing interest and beauty.

Love at Second Sight--Ada Leverson
It had not occurred to him before that there would be any difficulty in getting one. He imagined a smart new boat all ready for him, with fresh, gay cushions, and everything complete and suitable to himself and his companion. He was rather irritated when he found instead that the best they could do for him was to give him a broken-down, battered-looking thing like an old chest, which was to be charged rather heavily for the time they meant to spend on the river. It looked far from safe, but it was all they could do. So they got in.

Love's Final Victory--Horatio
Now, my plea is for honesty and candor. Let us be assured that Truth will not suffer by being avowed and defended. The matter is of the greatest importance just now. It has a most vital relation to Missions. I rejoice in the Laymen's Missionary Movement; but I fear it will wane if this most important question is not approached, and if possible rightly settled. For we want to know what the heathen are to be saved from, if there is going to be an adequate and sustained incentive to liberality and enterprise.

Love's Shadow--Ada Leverson
'I don't know. I must consider. I must think it over.' He paused a minute. 'I am pained. Pained and surprised. A girl like Hyacinth, a friend of yours, behaving like a housemaid out with a soldier in the open street!'

Love, Life and Work--Elbert Hubbard
Do your work to-day, doing it the best you can, and live one day at a time. The man that does this is conserving his God-given energy, and not spinning it out into tenuous spider threads so fragile and filmy that unkind Fate will probably brush it away.

Lure of Souls--Sax Romer
Coming to the rail, she leaned and looked out toward the coast of Crete, where silver tracing in the blue marked the mountain peaks; then, shivering slightly, and wrapping her embroidered shawl more closely about her shoulders, she retraced her steps. Not a yard from where I sat, she dropped a little silk handkerchief on the deck!

Lyrical Ballads, With Other Poems--William Wordsworth
1800 Edition. Poor Christabel.

M. or N. --G.J. Whyte-Melville
M. or N. "Similia similibus curantur."

Ma captivite en Abyssinie--Dr. Henri Blanc
MA CAPTIVITE EN ABYSSINIE SOUS L'EMPEREUR THEODOROS PAR LE DR H. BLANC CHIRURGIEN DE L'ARMEE ANGLAISE AUX INDES Ouvrage traduit de l'anglais par Madame ARBOUSSE-BASTIDE

MacMillan's Reading Books, v5
No one is less inclined to depreciate that magnificent winter-garden at the Crystal Palace: yet let me, if I choose, prefer my own; I argue that, in the first place, it is far larger. You may drive, I hear, through the grand one at Chatsworth for a quarter of a mile. You may ride through mine for fifteen miles on end. I prefer, too, to any glass roof which Sir Joseph Paxton ever planned, that dome above my head some three miles high, of soft dappled grey and yellow cloud, through the vast lattice-work whereof the blue sky peeps, and sheds down tender gleams on yellow bogs, and softly rounded heather knolls, and pale chalk ranges gleaming far away. But, above all, I glory in my evergreens.

MADAME DE SEVIGNE--A Comedy By J. N. Bouilly
Note: Translated and adapted by Frank J. Morlock

MADEMOISELLE FIFI
Note: MADEMOISELLE FIFI, A one act play by Oscar Metenier Dramatized from the novel of Guy de Maupassant, Translated and adapted by FRANK J. MORLOCK

Maezli--Johanna Spyri
'Do you think so?' Loneli asked, pleasantly surprised. Her eyes were clear again, for she always believed whatever Kurt said to her. Now he rushed over to the noisy crowd of children, who seemed to have been waiting for him. Kurt was always glad to have such numerous friends, for he usually needed a large following for the execution of his schemes. To-day he had two large undertakings in his head, and he needed to persuade his comrades to join him. He was explaining with such violent gestures and eager words that they entirely neglected the first strokes of the tower bell.

Maggie Miller--Mary J. Holmes
Accordingly, when at four o'clock A.M. Maggie, who was partially awake, heard in the distance the shrill scream of the engine, as the night express thundered through the town, she little dreamed of the boxes, bundles, trunks, and bags which lined the platform of Hillsdale station, nor yet of the resolute woman in brown who persevered until a rude one-horse wagon was found in which to transport herself and her baggage to the old stone house. The driver of the vehicle, in which, under ordinary circumstances, Madam Conway would have scorned to ride, was a long, lean, half-witted fellow, utterly unfitted for his business. Still, he managed quite well until they turned into the grassy by-road, and Madam Conway saw through the darkness the light which Maggie had inadvertently left within the dining room!

Mahomet--Gladys M. Draycott
Mahomet Founder of Islam

Making the House a Home--Edgar A. Guest
I tried to appear indifferent, but the heart of me was almost bursting with excitement. It meant that the furniture bill was as good as paid! And there would be money in the bank for the first time since we were married! The deal was made, and I left the theatre with the largest sum of money I had ever made all at once. Later someone said to me that I was foolish to sell that sketch outright for so little money.

Man from the Moon--Otis Adelbert Kline
LOOKING forward is always an interesting occupation, for the imagination can be given absolute free play and so many seemingly fantastic pictures may be called into being. But equally absorbing can be the process of looking backward, though it must be done with considerably less freedom of imagination. What was the origin of races? Did all of us--Yellow, Black and White--start our generations in similar manner? How far afield of the truth are anthropologists?

MAN FROM THE WRONG TIME-TRACK--Denis Plimmer
It was the first time the cop had cut down a man from another Time-track--it was the first time he'd sent that kind of a corpse to the morgue!

Man Size--William MacLeod Raine
'Don't look to me hardly like playin' the game. I'm ferninst West every turn of the road. He's crooked as a dog's hind laig. But it wouldn't be right square for me to spy on him. Different with you. That's what you're paid for. You're out to run him down any way you can. He knows that. It's a game of hide an' go seek between you an' him. Best man wins.

Manfredo--Lord Byron
iNo vienen todavia! ibien! por/ la voz de aquel que es el primero/ entre vosotros; por la senal que os/ hace temblar a todos; en nombre/ de aquel que no muere nunca ...

Manners, Custom and Dress--Paul Lacroix
Manners, Custom and Dress During the Middle Ages and During the Renaissance Period

Manual for Noncommissioned Officers, 1917
Manual for Noncommissioned Officers and Privates of Infantry of the Army of the United States, 1917 To be used by Engineer companies (dismounted) and Coast Artillery companies for Infantry instruction and training

MAORI JUSTICE--Bob Du Soe
Another Ugly Smith Yarn of the Australian Barrier Reefs

Marjorie's New Friend--Carolyn Wells
'Eating,' suggested his father, glancing at King's plate. 'Well, since we can't have seventy-two hours of it, we must cram all the fun we can into twelve. Who's for a run out of doors before we have our Christmas tree?' The three older children agreed to this, and with Mr. Maynard and Uncle Steve they went out for a brisk walk.

Martians Are Coming--Robert W. Lowndes
When the inebriated experimenters invited the Martians to come to Earth, they didn't really mean it, but when the Martians took them at their word and sent a thousand armed ships. . . .

Martin Conisby's Vengeance--Jeffery Farnol
And now, nothing heeding my defenceless situation and the further horrors that might be mine aboard this accursed pirate ship, I nevertheless knew great content for that, with every plunge and roll of the vessel, I was so much the nearer Nombre de Dios town where lay prisoned my enemy, Richard Brandon; thus I made of my sinful lust for vengeance a comfort to my present miseries, and plotting my enemy's destruction, found therein much solace and consolation.

Martin Hewitt, Investigator--Arthur Morrison
'Rather! What do you think? Got any price I liked. Been saving him up for this. Why, he's got twenty-one yards, and he can do even time all the way! Fact! Why, he could win runnin' back'ards. He won his heat on Monday like--like--like that!' The gaffer snapped his fingers, in default of a better illustration, and went on. 'He might ha' took it a little easier, I think; it's shortened his price, of course, him jumpin' in by two yards. But you can get decent odds now, if you go about it right.

Mary Jane: Her Book--Clara Ingram Judson
'Take Mary Jane too?' asked Mrs. Merrill thoughtfully. 'Why, yes, I guess we could. I'll tell you what we will do, girls. We'll watch and wait and see what the weather is by Friday noon. If it continues fine and warm for two days, as it is to-day, I really believe we could have a picnic. Of course the girls understand that it would be a 'start in the morning' picnic? It's too early in the season for late afternoon picnics.'

Mary Marie--Eleanor H. Porter
Nurse said he looked at me, muttered, 'Well, well, upon my soul!' again, and seemed really quite interested till they started to put me in his arms. Then he threw up both hands, backed off, and cried, 'Oh, no, no!' He turned to Mother and hoped she was feeling pretty well, then he got out of the room just as quick as he could. And Nurse said that was the end of it, so far as paying any more attention to me was concerned for quite a while.

Mary Olivier: A Life--May Sinclair
Jenny didn't believe that a big girl, nine next birthday, could really be afraid of funerals. She thought you were only trying to be tiresome. She said you could stop thinking about funerals well enough when you wanted. You did forget sometimes when nice things happened; when you went to see Mrs. Farmer's baby undressed, and when Isabel Batty came to tea. Isabel was almost a baby. It felt nice to lift her and curl up her stiff, barley-sugar hair and sponge her weak, pink silk hands. And there were things that you could do.

Mary Slessor of Calabar: Pioneer Missionary--W. P. Livingstone
The belief in witchcraft dominated the lives of the people like a dark shadow more menacing than the shadow of death. Taking advantage of their superstition and fear the witch-doctors--some of the cunningest rogues the world has produced--held them in abject bondage, and Mary was constantly at battle with the results of their handiwork.

Mary Wollaston--Henry Kitchell Webster
It was here that Miss Wollaston chopped herself off short, hearing--this time it was no false alarm--Paula's step in the hall. She'd have been amazed, scandalized, profoundly indignant, dear good-hearted lady that she was, had some expert in the psychology of the unconscious pointed out to her that the reason she had begun talking about Portia was that it gave her an outlet for expressing her misgivings about her own brother's marriage. Paula, of course, was a different thing altogether.

Master Eustace
A frequent source of complaint with Eustace, when he had no more immediate displeasure, was that he had not known his father. He had formed a mental image of the late Mr. Garnyer which I am afraid hardly tallied at all points with the original. He knew that his father had been a man of pleasure, and he had painted his portrait in ideal hues. What a charming father----a man of pleasure! the boy thought, fancying that gentlemen of this stamp take their pleasure in the nursery.

Maternal Management of Children--Thomas Bull, M.D.
Full title: The Maternal Management of Children, in Health and Disease (1840)

Max Havelaar--Multatuli
De resident van Bantam stelde den Regent en den kontroleur aan den nieuwen adsistent-resident voor. Havelaar begroette beide beambten hoffelyk. Den kontroleur--er is altyd iets pynlyks in de ontmoeting van een nieuwen chef--zette hy door eenige vriendelyke woorden op zyn gemak, als wilde hy terstond reeds een soort van gemeenzaamheid invoeren, die 't verkeer zou gemakkelyk maken.

May Day With The Muses--Robert Bloomfield
Thou told'st me too, that genial Spring/ Would bring me health again;/ I feel its power, but cannot sing/ Its glories yet for pain.

Meadow Grass--Alice Brown
It was half-past nine of a radiant winter's night, and the Widder Poll's tooth still ached, though she was chewing cloves, and had applied a cracker poultice to her cheek. She was walking back and forth through the great low-studded kitchen, where uncouth shadows lurked and brooded, still showing themselves ready to leap aloft with any slightest motion of the flames that lived behind the old black fire-dogs. At every trip across the room, she stopped to look from the window into the silver paradise without, and at every glance she groaned, as if groaning were a duty.

Meesterstukken van Rembrandt Harmensz. Van Rijn--G. Kielder
Het ventje zit echt lekker op zijn gemak. Hij zoekt dit op kinderlijke manier. Een volwassene gaat er anders bij zitten: niet zoo met het hoofd in de nabijheid van de handen, en niet zoo in elkaar gedoken op den rand van eene schoolbank of een raamkozijn liggende. Het omgebogen polsgewricht van het rechterhandje is echt kinderlijk, ook de duim, die het hoofdje steunt en een kuiltje in de kin drukt, waardoor de mondhoek een beetje omhoog geschoven wordt! Daar behoort precies bij, die manier om eene pen vast te houden, als men zit na te denken over hetgeen geschreven moet worden.

Memoir of Wm Watts McNair--J. E. Howard
W.W. McNAIR.--We are sorry to have to record the death of this distinguished member of the Indian Survey, who has died at Mussooree of typhoid fever. He had been twenty-two years in the Survey Department, and had done good service, particularly during the Afghan war of 1878-79, when his work lay along the valley of the Kabul river, and during the last two years, in which he has been extending a series of triangles from the British frontier at Dera, Ghazi Khan, by the direct route across the Suliman Mountains to Quetta and the Khojak Amran.

Memoires du sergent Bourgogne
Dans cette situation penible, mon fusil entre les jambes, la tete appuyee dans les deux mains, au moment ou j'allais, pour mon malheur, m'endormir probablement pour toujours, j'entendis des sons extraordinaires. Je me relevai, tout saisi en pensant au danger que je venais de courir en me laissant aller au sommeil. Ensuite, je pretai mon attention afin de voir de quelle direction venaient les sons, mais je n'entendis plus rien. Alors je crus avoir reve, ou que c'etait un avertissement du Ciel pour me sauver. Aussitot, reprenant courage, je me mis a marcher a tatons et a enjamber au hasard les obstacles sans nombre qui se trouvaient sur mon passage.

Men, Women, and Ghosts--Elizabeth Stuart Phelps
But, as I was going to say, when I started to talk about '41,--to tell the truth, Johnny, I'm always a long while coming to it, I believe. I'm getting to be an old man,--a little of a coward, maybe, and sometimes, when I sit alone here nights, and think it over, it's just like the toothache, Johnny. As I was saying, if she had cut that wick straight, I do believe it wouldn't have happened,--though it isn't that I mean to lay the blame on her now.

Mercy Philbrick's Choice--Helen Hunt Jackson
Stephen made no reply. It had just dawned on his consciousness that he had been blundering frightfully, and his mind stood still for a moment, as a man halts suddenly, when he finds himself in a totally wrong road. To turn short about is not always the best way of getting off a wrong road, though it may be the quickest way. Stephen turned short about, and exclaimed with a forced laugh, 'Well, mother, I don't suppose it will make any great difference to you, if she doesn't. It is not a matter of any moment, anyhow, whether we see any thing of either of them or not. I thought she seemed a bright, cheery sort of body, that's all. Good-by,' and he ran out of the house.

Messages and Papers of the Presidents: Andrew Jackson
This state of the finances exhibits the resources of the nation in an aspect highly flattering to its industry and auspicious of the ability of Government in a very short time to extinguish the public debt. When this shall be done our population will be relieved from a considerable portion of its present burthens, and will find not only new motives to patriotic affection, but additional means for the display of individual enterprise.

Micah Clarke--Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
'Monmouth is coming over,' he continued, 'and he expects every brave Protestant man to rally to his standard. The Duke of Argyle is to command a separate expedition, which will set the Highlands of Scotland in a blaze. Between them they hope to bring the persecutor of the faithful on his knees. But I hear the voice of the man Saxon, and I must not let him say that I have treated him in a churlish fashion. Here is the letter, lad. Read it with care, and remember that when brave men are striving for their rights it is fitting that one of the old rebel house of Clarke should be among them.'

Michael O'Halloran
He was holding the child gently and stroking her tumbled hair. When he put her from him to see her face, Mickey was filled with envy because he had been forced to admit the gift was not from him. He shut his lips tight, but his face was grim as he studied Peaches' flushed cheeks and wet eyes, and noted the shaking eagerness for the doll she was afraid to look at. He reached over and put it into her arms, then piled the pillows so she could see better, talking the while to comfort her.

MIDNIGHT SENTINEL
'Why, I'm the Midnight Sentinel, of course,' Alexander Nichols said, rolling up the bottom of his full-face mask to sip his drink. This full-face mask had been a dumb idea; it itched and it made eating and drinking difficult. But a half-face cowl didn't fit the way he'd supposed it should.

Midnight--Octavus Roy Cohen
'And when I do, it is because I have used nothing more than plain common sense. Don't think that I attach no importance to physical clues. They're immensely valuable; but the one weakness in a criminal is his lack of common sense. His perspective is awry, his sense of values distorted. Usually he bothers his head about a myriad minor details, and pays but scant attention to the genuinely important things. It is upon that weakness that I am banking--particularly so in the case of Barker.'

Mike and Psmith
Mike on these occasions was silent and jumpy, his brow 'sicklied o'er with the pale cast of care.' But Psmith followed his leader with the pleased and indulgent air of a father whose infant son is showing him round the garden. Psmith's attitude toward archaeological research struck a new note in the history of that neglected science. He was amiable, but patronizing. He patronized fossils, and he patronized ruins. If he had been confronted with the Great Pyramid, he would have patronized that.

Miles Wallingford
Sequel to Afloat and Ashore

Milton--Mark Pattison
Milton was back in England in August, 1639. He had been absent a year and three months, during which space of time the aspect of public affairs, which had been perplexed and gloomy when he left, had been growing still more ominous of a coming storm. The issues of the controversy were so pervasive, that it was almost impossible for any educated man who understood them not to range himself on a side. Yet Milton, though he had broken off his projected tour in consequence, did not rush into the fray on his return.

MIMI PINSON
A Vaudeville in One Act By Bayard and Dumanoir (1845) Translated and adapted by Frank J. Morlock

MINER AND SOLDIER--Tola Dorian and J. Malafayde
Note: Translated and adapted by FRANK J. MORLOCK

Minna von Barnhelm--Gotthold Ephraim Lessing
Just Ich glaube es gern, dass ich Ihnen weit mehr koste. Aber es waere verlorne Tinte, es dazuzuschreiben. Ich kann Ihnen das nicht bezahlen, und wenn Sie mir vollends die Liverei nehmen, die ich auch noch nicht verdient habe--so wollte ich lieber, Sie haetten mich in dem Lazarette krepieren lassen.

Minnie's Sacrifice--Frances Ellen Watkins Harper
'I know that, mother; but, mother, it must be hard to be forced to ride in smoking cars; to be insulted in the different thoroughfares of travel; to be denied access to public resorts in some places,--such as lectures, theatres, concerts, and even have a particular seat assigned in the churches, and sometimes feel you were an object of pity even to your best friends. I know that Mrs. Heston felt so when she was telling her story, for when Mrs. Hickman said, 'Well, Sarah, I really pity you,' I saw her dark eyes flash, and she has really beautiful eyes, as she said, 'it is not pity we want, it is justice.''

Miracles of Our Lord--George MacDonald
But besides the fact that they have to do with what we call nature, they would form a class on another ground. In those cases of disease, the miracles are for the setting right of what has gone wrong, the restoration of the order of things,--namely, of the original condition of humanity. No doubt it is a law of nature that where there is sin there should be suffering; but even its cure helps to restore that righteousness which is highest nature; for the cure of suffering must not be confounded with the absence of suffering. But the miracles of which I have now to speak, show themselves as interfering with what we may call the righteous laws of nature.

Miscellaneous Essays--Thomas de Quincey
What is to be thought of her? What is to be thought of the poor shepherd girl from the hills and forests of Lorraine, that--like the Hebrew shepherd boy from the hills and forests of Judaea--rose suddenly out of the quiet, out of the safety, out of the religious inspiration, rooted in deep pastoral solitudes, to a station in the van of armies, and to the more perilous station at the right hand of kings? The Hebrew boy inaugurated his patriotic mission by an act, by a victorious act, such as no man could deny. But so did the girl of Lorraine, if we read her story as it was read by those who saw her nearest.

Miss Lulu Bett--Zona Gale
The city was two hours' distant, and they were to spend the night. On the train, in the double seat, Ninian beside her among the bags, Lulu sat in the simple consciousness that the people all knew that she too had been chosen. A man and a woman were opposite, with their little boy between them. Lulu felt this woman's superiority of experience over her own, and smiled at her from a world of fellowship. But the woman lifted her eyebrows and stared and turned away, with slow and insolent winking.

Miss Prudence--Jennie Maria (Drinkwater) Conklin
Full title: Miss Prudence A Story of Two Girls' Lives.

Miss Sara Sampson--Gotthold Ephraim Lessing
Sara. Ach, Mellefont, warum muss ich einen andern Begriff von dieser Zeremonie haben?--Geben Sie doch immer der weiblichen Denkungsart etwas nach. Ich stelle mir vor, dass eine naehere Einwilligung des Himmels darin liegt. Umsonst habe ich es nur wieder erst den gestrigen langen Abend versucht, Ihre Begriffe anzunehmen und die Zweifel aus meiner Brust zu verbannen, die Sie, itzt nicht das erstemal, fuer Fruechte meines Misstrauens angesehen haben.

Miss Theodosia's Heartstrings--Annie Hamilton Donnell
'I'm having a beautiful time; I don't know whether you are or not. But I'm going to send you back to that love story. I hope the Recording Angel will give me a white mark for it, or cross out a black one. The goodness of me! I've been sitting here trying to strangle my conscience, but you see it isn't my own--it's my grandmother's conscience; you have to respect your grandmother's conscience. You'll have to go.'

Mistress of Snarling Death--Paul Chadwick
Stephen Demarest might have gone back from that barren, eroded wasteland, where those gigantic black dogs ringed him in a sinister circle. But the weirdly beautiful mistress of the great beasts fixed him with her strange, smoldering eyes--eyes that both attracted and frightened. And the attraction was greater than the fear.

Mobilizing Woman-Power--Harriot Stanton Blatch
Women and girls answer our call for messenger service, and their intelligence and courtesy are an improvement upon the manners of the young barbarians of the race. Women operate elevators, lifting us with safety to the seventh heaven, or plunging us with precision to the depths. There were those at first who refused to entrust their lives to such frail hands, and there are still some who look concerned when they see a woman at the lever; but on the whole the elevator 'girl' has gained the confidence of her public, and has gained it by skill, not by feminine wiles, for even men won't shoot into space with a woman at the helm whose sole equipment is charm.

Modern Diabolism
ONE would like to know something of the author of this grim book before he became a 'medium'; for generally the medium, so far as I have been able to observe, appears to fall below the intellectual and moral average of his species, and Mr. Williamson, morally, at least, makes an excellent show. The man who is beleaguered night and day for long and dreary years by a herd of famished vampires, burrowing in his physical organization and fattening upon his nervous substance, scourging him often with direful pangs and occasionally choking him by way of emphasizing the urgency of their appetite

Modern India--William Eleroy Curtis
The ancient Mogul Empire embraced almost as much of India as is controlled by the British today, and extended westward into Europe as far as Moscow and Constantinople. It was founded by a young warrior known as Timour the Tartar, or Tamerlane, as he is more frequently called in historical works. He was a native of Kesh, a small town fifty miles south of Samarkand, the capital of Bokhara, which was known as Tartary in those days. This young man conquered more nations, ruled over a wider territory and a larger number of people submitted to his authority than to any other man who ever lived, before or since.

Moliere at Ninon's, or The Reading of Tartuffe
Note: By Chazet and Dubois, Translated and adapted by Frank J. Morlock

Monarch, The Big Bear of Tallac--Ernest Thompson Seton
The sun came up and the astonished loafers found it was the missing sheep-herder that was in the Bear's den, calmly sleeping off his debauch in the very cave of death. The men tried to get him out, but the Grizzly plainly showed that they could do so only over his dead body. He charged with vindictive fury at any who ventured near, and when they gave up the attempt he lay down at the door of the den on guard. At length the sheep-herder came to himself, rose up on his elbows, and realizing that he was in the power of the young Grizzly, he stepped gingerly over his guardian's back and ran off without even saying 'Thank you.'

Moni the Goat-Boy--Johanna Spyri et al
The goats all leaped with delight after him, for they knew they were going up to the lovely bushes on the Dragon-stones. To-day Moni held his little Maggerli the whole time fast in his arms, pulled the sweet plants himself from the rocks and let her eat out of his hand. This pleased the little goat best of all. She rubbed her head quite contentedly from time to time against Moni's shoulder and bleated happily.

Monism as Connecting Religion and Science--Ernst Haeckel
A society for investigating nature and ascertaining truth cannot celebrate its commemoration day more fittingly than by a discussion of its highest general problems. It must be regarded, therefore, with satisfaction that the speaker on such an august occasion as this--the seventy-fifth anniversary of your Society--has selected as the subject of his address a theme of the highest general importance. Unfortunately, it is becoming more and more the custom on such occasions, and even at the general meetings of the great 'Association of German Naturalists and Physicians,' to take the subject of address from a narrow and specialised territory of restricted interest.

Moorish Literature--Anonymous
The vezir said to the guards, 'Watch that we be not taken, if the robbers should come to seize us.' They guarded the tent. The vezir asked the King's wife to marry him, and killed one of her sons because she refused. The next day they set out again. The next night he again asked the King's wife to marry him, threatening to kill a second child should she refuse. She did refuse, so he killed the second son. The next morning they set out, and when they stopped at night again he asked the King's wife to marry him.

More Seeds of Knowledge--Julia Corner
MORE SEEDS OF KNOWLEDGE; OR, ANOTHER PEEP AT CHARLES. BEING, AN ACCOUNT OF CHARLES'S PROGRESS IN LEARNING. ABOUT BLACK SLAVES; A CONVERSATION ON HISTORY; AND MISSIONARIES.

Mormon Settlement in Arizona--James H. McClintock
One of the greatest of Hamblin's southern visitations was in the autumn of 1870, when he served as a guide for Major Powell eastward, by way of the Hopi villages and of Fort Defiance. Powell's invitation was the more readily accepted as this appeared to be an opening for the much-desired peace talk with the Navajo. In the expedition were Ammon M. Tenney, Ashton Nebecker, Nathan Terry and Elijah Potter of the brethren, three of Powell's party and a Kaibab Indian.

Mother Carey's Chickens
Gilbert's pride was terribly wounded, but his spirits rose a little later when he found that he would only have to wait twenty minutes in the Lowell station before a slow train for Greentown would pick him up, and that he should still reach his destination before bedtime, and need never disclose his stupidity.

Mr. Tennyson's Drama
Every one, it seems to us, has been justified---those who hoped (that is, expected), those who feared, and those who were mainly surprised. 'Queen Mary' is both better and less good than was to have been supposed, and both in its merits and its defects it is extremely singular. It is the least Tennysonian of all the author's productions; and we may say that he has not so much refuted as evaded the charge that he is not a dramatic poet. To produce his drama he has had to cease to be himself.

Mr. Waddington of Wyck--May Sinclair
But the more he thought about it the less he liked the idea of consulting anybody. He was desperately afraid that, if he once began letting people into it, his scheme, his League, would be taken away from him; and that the proper thing, the graceful thing, the thing to which he would be impelled by all his instincts and traditions, would be to stand modestly back and see it go. Probably into Sir John Corbett's hands. And he couldn't. He couldn't. Yet it was clear that the League, just because it was a League, must have members; even if he had been prepared to contribute all the funds himself and carry on the whole business of it single-handed, it couldn't consist solely of Mr. Waddington of Wyck.

Muistatko--Juhani Aho
Olen nukkunut yoen ja paeivaen, ensi kerran viikkojen valvomisen jaelkeen. Olen harhaillut autiossa talossa, jonka vaehitellen taas tunnen omakseni. On kai juhannusilta, koska kaikki vaeki on poissa, jaerven rannoilla hulmuaa kokkovalkeita ja keinukalliolta kuuluu soittoa.... Sinaekin olet poissa, mutta kai tulet pian. Siltae varalta, ettae minae tulisin ennen, naeyt--hyvae haltija--panneen esille illallisen ja peittaeneen ruuat liinalla. En tahdo koskea niihin, ennenkuin tulet.

My Days of Adventure--Ernest Alfred Vizetelly
Full title: MY DAYS OF ADVENTURE THE FALL OF FRANCE, 1870-71 By Ernest Alfred Vizetelly Le Petit Homme Rouge

My First Years As A Frenchwoman, 1876-1879--Mary King Waddington
My first big dinner at the Ministry of Public Instruction rather intimidated me. We were fifty people--I the only lady. I went over to the ministry in the afternoon to see the table, which was very well arranged with quantities of flowers, beautiful Sevres china, not much silver--there is very little left in France, it having all been melted at the time of the Revolution. The official dinners are always well done in Paris. I suppose the traditions of the Empire have been handed down. We arrived a few minutes before eight, all the staff and directors already there, and by ten minutes after eight every one had arrived.

My Friend Bingham
I started at a hard run. I left the beach behind me, passed the white cottage at whose garden gate two women were gossiping, and reached the hotel stable, where I had the good fortune to find a vehicle at my disposal. I drove straight back to the white cottage. One of the women had disappeared, and the other was lingering among her flowers, a middle-aged, keen-eyed person. As I descended and hastily addressed her, I read in her rapid glance an anticipation of evil tidings.

My Native Land--James Cox
My Native Land The United States: its Wonders, its Beauties, and its People; with Descriptive Notes, Character Sketches, Folk Lore, Traditions, Legends and History, for the Amusement of the Old and the Instruction of the Young

My Strangest Case--Guy Boothby
'For the simple reason that he is confident he has put you off the scent,' was my companion's reply. 'He is doing the one foolish thing the criminal always does sooner or later; that is to say, he is becoming over-confident of his own powers to elude us. You and I, my friend, should be able to remember several such instances. Now, strange to say, I came across a curious one the other day. Would you care to hear it?'

My Tropic Isle--E. J. Banfield
Both rolled over and over, struggling violently. For a minute or two there was such an intertwining and confusion of sinuous bodies that it was impossible to distinguish one from the other. The grip of the death adder was not to be lightly shaken off. When 'time' was called, the truce lasted several minutes. Then the wrestling was continued in a miniature cyclone of sand and grass-chips. All the energy was on the part of the lizard. The death-adder kept on doing nothing in a dreadfully determined way. In fighting weight the combatants seemed to be fairly equally matched, but in length the lizard had the advantage by at least two inches.

Mystery of the Man Who Was Lost--Jacques Futrelle
'Now it seems to be,' said The Thinking Machine, and he emphasized the 'seems,' 'it seems to be a case of aphasia. You know, of course, what that is. The man simply doesn't know himself. I examined him closely. I went over his head for a sign of a possible depression, or abnormality. It didn't appear. I examined his muscles. He has biceps of great power, is evidently now or has been athletic. His hands are white, well cared for and have no marks on them. They are not the hands of a man who has ever done physical work. The money in his pocket tends to confirm the fact that he is not of that sphere.

Mystery of the Ralston Bank Burglary--Jacques Futrelle
'That means speculation,' said The Thinking Machine. 'You can't save a fortune from a salary, even fifteen thousand dollars a year. Now, Mr. Hatch, find out for me all about his business connections. His source of income particularly I would like to know. Also whether or not he has recently sought to borrow or has received a large sum of money; if he got it and what he did with it. He says he has not sought such a sum. Perhaps he told the truth.'

Mystery of the Scarlet Thread--Jacques Futrelle
'Cabell is pretty well to do,' his informant went on, 'not rich as we count riches in the North, but pretty well to do, and I believe he came to Boston because Miss Lipscomb spent so much of her time here. She is a beautiful young woman of twenty-two and extremely popular in the social world everywhere, particularly in Boston. Then there was the additional fact that Henley was here.'