Nana a Milano--Cletto Arrighi
Pure egli con Nana dissimulava assai bene quel delirio de' sensi. Nessun diplomatico avrebbe saputo vantarsi di coprire con piu lieta disinvoltura i moti interni dell'anima e del sangue, dinanzi alla terribile francese. Sulle prime anzi ebbe qualche rimorso di tradire la cara fanciulla a cui da tanto tempo s'era promesso. Poi a poco a poco, senz'accorgesene stuzzicando Nana quella riserva per lei tanto rara ed insolita, il di lui voto sincero di non tradire la Elisa sfumava, sfumava e il suo avvicinarsi a Nana pigliava ogni giorno un andamento piu deciso.

Narrative and Legendary Poems--John Greenleaf Whittier
And who shall deem the spot unblest, / Where Nature's younger children rest, / Lulled on their sorrowing mother's breast?/

Natalie--Ferna Vale
With that dying blessing his spirit took its flight. He had passed away, the last one of his kind, he who had lived a life of solitude, apart from the world, looking upon the white man as having taken from him his home, his lands, and the forests which would have been his if the white man had not, long years ago, laid them low; yes, he had breathed a blessing, with his last breath, upon the pale-face. He who had not a brother left to bury him, had thanked God that the Pale-face had come to close his eyes; yes, it was the voice of childhood which had made his last moments happy, had pointed out the road which leads the wanderer home.

Nature in Downland--W. H. Hudson
The power of the sun and its joy is not felt so early on the downs as on the lower country, and last season it was not until the middle of June that I experienced the blissful sensation and feeling in its fullness. Then a day came that was a revelation; I all at once had a deeper sense and more intimate knowledge of what summer really is to all the children of life; for it chanced that on that effulgent day even the human animal, usually regarded as outside of nature, was there to participate in the heavenly bounty.

Naufragios de Alvar Nunez Cabeza de Vaca
HISTORIADORES PRIMITIVOS DE LAS INDIAS OCCIDENTALES, QUE JUNTO, TRADUXO EN PARTE, y saco a luz, ilustrados con eruditas notas, y copiosos indices, EL Ill'mo SENOR DON ANDRES GONZALEZ DE BARCIA,

Negro Soldiers in the Spanish-American War--Edward A. Johnson
History of Negro Soldiers in the Spanish-American War, and Other Items of Interest

Never Again--Frank L. Packard
Healy was working on his invention. All the division knew about Healy's ideas on Westinghouse and 'air,' and that these ideas, when perfected, were to be patented. As to what the consensus of opinion of their value was is neither here nor there, except that in Healy's presence, when referred to at all, the subject was treated with dignity and respect, for Healy's physical powers were beyond the ordinary, and dearest to Healy's heart and most sacred in his eyes was this creation of his brain, or, to be more accurate, fancy.

Night and Morning
Mr. Morton walked rapidly through the still, moon-lit streets, till he reached the inn. A club was held that night in one of the rooms below; and as he crossed the threshold, the sound of 'hip-hip-hurrah!' mingled with the stamping of feet and the jingling of glasses, saluted his entrance. He was a stiff, sober, respectable man,--a man who, except at elections--he was a great politician--mixed in none of the revels of his more boisterous townsmen.

NIGHT SESSION (Seance de Nuit)
Note: A One Act Comedy By Georges Feydeau, Translated and Adapted by Frank J. Morlock

Nina Balatka
Then she took herself off, forgetting in her angry spirit the prudential motives which had induced her to begin the conversation with Souchey. But Souchey, though he was going to Madame Zamenoy's house to get his dinner, and was looking forward with much eagerness to the mess of hot cabbage and the cold sausage, had by no means become 'one of them' in the Windberg-gasse. He had had more than one interview of late with Lotta Luxa, and had perceived that something was going on, of which he much desired to be at the bottom.

Ninon de L'Enclos--Robinson [and] Overton, ed. and translation
Life, Letters, and Epicurean Philosophy of Ninon de L'Enclos, the Celebrated Beauty of the Seventeenth Century

No and Other Stories Compiled by Uncle Humphrey
''Come, I can't stay here all day,' Mr. Jones remarked, rather harshly, seeing that I hesitated. At the same moment the image of my father rose distinctly before my mind, and I saw his eyes fixed steadily and reprovingly upon me. With one desperate resolution I uttered the word, 'No!' and then turning, ran away as fast as my feet would carry me. I cannot tell you how relieved I felt when I was far beyond the reach of temptation.

No Hero--E.W. Hornung
'What, the Matterhorn?' said he, lowering his voice and looking about him as if on the point of some discreditable admission. 'Oh, yes, I've done the Matterhorn, back and front and both sides, with and without guides; but everybody has, in these days. It's nothing when you know the ropes and chains and things. They've got everything up there now except an iron staircase. Still, I should be sorry to tackle it to-day, even if they had a lift!'

NONA VINCENT
Note: NONA VINCENT A play by Frank J. Morlock, Inspired by Henry James' story of the same name

Northern Trails, Book I--William J. Long
For over an hour they lay there expectantly, but nothing stirred near the den; then they too slipped away, silently as the little wild things, and made their slow way down the brook, hand in hand in the deepening shadows. Scarcely had they gone when the bushes stirred and the old she-wolf, that had been ranging every ridge and valley since she disappeared at the unknown alarm, glided over the spot where a moment before Mooka and Noel had been watching.

Norwegian Life--Ethlyn T. Clough
In Norway you are scarcely ever out of sight of a schoolhouse, and Professor Nielsen, of the university, on being asked concerning the ratio of the illiterates, looked surprised and replied that he was not aware of any illiterates; that he did not recollect having seen any statistics on the subject, and ventured to assert that anybody in Norway could both read and write.

Not Pretty, But Precious--John Hay, et al.
For one moment I resisted the unreasonable terror, and made an attempt to explain, or at least analyze, a sensation so unwonted: the next, the loathing dread grew too strong. I turned and hurried across the damp floor, up the narrow stairs, and, opening the door, made my way as quickly as possible into the outside air. The dog was waiting for me in the little shed, and seemed delighted at seeing me again. I closed the door, ashamed of my senseless fright, but nevertheless I was thankful that I had found no trouble in getting out. I am not quite prepared to say, however, that these sudden and apparently unreasonable starts are independent of external causes.

O cancioneiro portuguez da Vaticana--Teophilo Braga
O illustre editor Ernesto Monaci ao estudar o manuscripto do Cancioneiro da Bibliotheca do Vaticano, n°. 4803, pelas referencias do texto e paginação de um outro codice ali intercalladas, reconheceu que deveriam ter existido duas fontes para este apographo. Nas suas investigações na opulenta Bibliotheca do Vaticano teve a felicidade de descobrir o Catalogo dos Trovadores portuguezes no manuscripto 3217, o qual combina na maior parte com o dos Trovadores do Cancioneiro n°.

O. Henry Memorial Award Prize Stories of 1921--Various
One day, after the leaves had turned red and brown and the mornings grown chilly, a crowd of people, strangers to him, arrived at Oak Knob. Then out of the house with Thompson came a big man in tweed clothes, and the two walked straight to the curious young dogs, who were watching them with shining eyes and wagging tails.

Obligations of Christians--William Carey
An Enquiry into the Obligations of Christians to Use Means for the Conversion of the Heathens

October Vagabonds--Richard Le Gallienne
'Four hundred and thirty miles,' said one of these Rosalinds, whose pretty head was full of pictures of romantic European travel. 'Think what one could do with four hundred and thirty miles in Europe. Let us try, for the fun of it.'

Odes and Epodes--Horace
Cum tu, Lydia, Telephi/ Cervicem roseam, cerea Telephi/ Laudas bracchia, vae meum/ Fervens difficili bile tumet iecur./ Tum nec mens mihi nec color

Olaf the Glorious--Robert Leighton
The following narrative is not so much a story as a biography. My hero is not an imaginary one; he was a real flesh and blood man who reigned as King of Norway just nine centuries ago. The main facts of his adventurous career--his boyhood of slavery in Esthonia, his life at the court of King Valdemar, his wanderings as a viking, the many battles he fought, his conversion to Christianity in England, and his ultimate return to his native land--are set forth in the various Icelandic sagas dealing with the period in which he lived.

Old Ballads--Various
My pretty Jane, my pretty Jane!/ Ah! never, never look so shy;/ But meet me in the evening,/ While the bloom is on the rye./ The spring is waning fast, my love,/

Old Daniel--Thomas Hodson
We have already seen how Daniel tried to bring his heathen neighbours into the way to heaven; but another instance of his successful efforts is given by Mr Sullivan, the then resident Missionary: 'Runga was a blacksmith, a very immoral man, who lived in Singonahully. Daniel instructed him and warned him. He told him of heaven and hell; showed him that unless he repented and believed in Christ he could not be saved. Sometimes Runga was attentive, and his case seemed hopeful, but at other times it was quite the reverse.

Old Greek Folk Stories Told Anew--Josephine Preston Peabody
Heedless of the hurt, moved only by the loveliness of the maiden, he hastened to pour over her locks the healing joy that he ever kept by him, undoing all his work. Back to her dream the princess went, unshadowed by any thought of love. But Cupid, not so light of heart, returned to the heavens, saying not a word of what had passed.

Old Lady Mary
And there came into her heart a longing to fly, to get home, to be back in the land where her fellows were, and her appointed place. A child lost, how pitiful that is! without power to reason and divine how help will come; but a soul lost, outside of one method of existence, withdrawn from the other, knowing no way to retrace its steps, nor how help can come! There had been no bitterness in passing from earth to the land where she had gone; but now there came upon her soul, in all the power of her new faculties, the bitterness of death. The place which was hers she had forsaken and left, and the place that had been hers knew her no more.

Old Lady Number 31--Louise Forsslund
Beautiful, joy-steeped, pleasure-filled days these were for the couple, who had been cramped for life's smallest necessities so many meager years. Angy felt that she had been made miraculously young by the birth of this new Abraham--almost as if at last she had been given the son for whom in her youth she had prayed with impassioned appeal. Her old-wife love became rejuvenated into a curious mixture of proud mother-love and young-wife leaning, as she saw Abe win every heart and become the center of the community.

Old Saint Paul's--William Harrison Ainsworth
Having passed so much of his time of late in the cathedral, Leonard began to regard it as a sort of home, and it now appeared like a place of refuge to him. Proceeding to the great western entrance, he seated himself on one of the large blocks of stone left there by the masons occupied in repairing the exterior of the fane. His eye rested upon the mighty edifice before him, and the clear sparkling light revealed numberless points of architectural grandeur and beauty which he had never before noticed. The enormous buttresses and lofty pinnacles of the central tower were tinged with the beams of the rising sun, and glowed as if built of porphyry.

Olivia in India--O. Douglas
Talking about tigers, they aren't nearly as prevalent as I thought. I had an idea they were prowling all over India waiting to spring, but one man told me he had been in India fifteen years and had never seen one. Boggley came on one once and took it for a cow--short-sighted Boggley! Dr. Russel says there was a man-eating tiger in the district lately, and a reward was offered for its capture. A young engineer sallied forth to slay. He directed the natives to dig a pit near where the tiger was known to be and cover it with branches, and the next day went and found it had walked into the trap. The natives removed the branches, the gallant engineer approached, but they had dug the pit on a slope, and the tiger came walking up to meet him!

On Land And Sea At The Dardanelles--Thomas Charles Bridges
It was the darkness that foiled him--this and the eel-like struggles of his adversary. At last, in desperation, he let go with his right hand, and drove his fist at the other's head. He missed his face, but hit him somewhere, for he heard his skull rap on the floor, while the knife flew out of his hand, and tinkled away across the cement floor.

On Some Pictures Lately Exhibited
It must be confessed, however, that all this is very well chiefly so long as one doesn't talk too much about it. And yet if we said that the pictures at the Academy offered us an essentially worthier theme, we should be afraid of saying more than we can make good. Mr. Gray's picture hung in the place of honour, and, as regards size, was the most considerable performance in the room. Though an ambitious picture, this struck us as a not especially felicitous one; it is a singular congregation of pièces rapportées. One has a curious sense of having seen the separate parts before, in some happier association.

Once Upon a Crime--TOM THURSDAY
Blanche Harwood was just another teenager, bored with school and studying. Just another adolescent runaway. But unlike some of the others, she suddenly found herself a murderess.

One Day's Courtship--Robert Barr
'Those pictures, Miss Sommerton, are not genuine; they are not at all what they pretend to be. The prints that you have seen are the results of the manipulation of two separate plates, one of the plates containing the group or the person photographed, and the other an instantaneous picture of the falls. If you look closely at one of those pictures you will see a little halo of light or dark around the person photographed. That, to an experienced photographer, shows the double printing. In fact, it is double dealing all round. The deluded victim of the camera imagines that the pictures he gets of the falls, with himself in the foreground, is really a picture of the falls taken at the time he is being photographed.

One More Murder--G. T. Fleming-Roberts
Barney was thrown back against the car, and maybe it was the car door handle that got him from behind just as the short man's head got him in the front. It was a sort of pincers movement. And it was howling agony for Barney. The breath went out of him, but that was the least of it. The most of it was the pain in his chest. He doubled over, started to slide down the side of the car. The short man caught him, straightened him, raked the barrel of his gun across Barney's face.

Only an Incident--Grace Denio Litchfield
And then he sat in the dark, disordered room below, impatiently enough, anxiously waiting for news from Phebe. The time seemed to him interminable before at last the door opened, and Gerald entered, bearing a lamp. The vivid light, flung so full upon her, showed traces of passionate weeping; and her white dress all scorched and burned and hopelessly ruined, with the rich lace hanging in shreds from the sleeves, made her a startling contrast indeed to the usually calm, self-possessed, perfectly-dressed Gerald Vernor

Only An Irish Boy
So the friendship was cemented, nor did it end there. Charlie spoke of Andy's good qualities at home, and some time afterward Andy was surprised by an invitation to spend the evening at Dr. Fleming's. He felt a little bashful, but finally went--nor was he at all sorry for so doing. The whole family was a delightful one, and Andy was welcomed as a warm friend of Charlie's, and, in the pleasant atmosphere of the doctor's fireside, he quite forgot that there was one who looked down upon him as an inferior being.

Ons Vaderland van de vroegste--M. Lievevrouw-Coopman
ONS VADERLAND van de vroegste tijden tot de 15de eeuw door M. LIEVEVROUW-COOPMAN HOOFDONDERWIJZERES Teekeningen van E. ROELANT, kunstschilder. 1904

OPALS ARE UNLUCKY--C. S. MONTANYE
A fortune in opals, a strangled man and a platinum blonde are all involved in a hotel murder case Dave McClain must crack!

Open and Shut--C. S. Montanye
He lifted a framed French print that hung to the left of a sprawling bureau. It had concealed the round face of a wall safe. From his bag Anstey took a No. 6 electric drill, a cake of kitchen soap, and a pair of rubber gloves. He plugged the long cord of the drill in a base socket and went to work.

Opera Stories from Wagner--Florence Akin
'Because,' replied Loki, 'the gold can be made into a magic ring; if the one who would make the ring will forever give up all love, the magic ring will make its owner master of the whole wide world. Alberich declared that love was nothing to him if he could have all the gold he wanted.'

ORPHEUS IN HELL--Jean Francois Regnard
PLUTO: Much further than you hope you carry your demand;/ But Pluto consents to it if Love commands him./ Leave, emerge from these shadowy parts;/ But I require that one rule be fulfilled,/ Don't look at Eurydice,/ Until you are returned to day's empire./

Osborne's Revenge
The reader will be at a loss to understand why Philip should have been disgusted with the mere foreshadowing on the part of another, of a scheme which, three weeks before, he had thought a very happy invention. For we may as well say outright, that although Mrs. Dodd was silly, she was not so silly but that she had divined his original intentions with regard to Henrietta. The fact is that in three weeks Philips humour had undergone a great change. The reader has gathered for himself that Henrietta Congreve was no ordinary girl, that she was, on the contrary, a person of distinguished gifts and remarkable character.

Our Artists In Europe
EVEN, IF Mr. Alfred Parsons were not a masterly contributor to the pages of Harper, it would still be almost inevitable to speak of him after speaking of Mr. Abbey, for the definite reason (I hope that in giving it I may not appear to invade too grossly the domain of private life) that these gentlemen are united in domestic circumstance as well as associated in the nature of their work. In London, in the relatively lucid air of Campden Hill, they dwell together, and their beautiful studios are side by side. However, there is a reason for commemorating Mr. Parsons's work which has nothing to do with the accidental

Our Churches and Chapels--Atticus
The chapel used by the Particular-Baptists, in Vauxhall-road, Preston, has a curious history. It beats Plato's theory of transmigration; and is a modern edition of Ovid's Metamorphoses. The building was erected by Mr. George Smith (father of the late Alderman G. Smith, of this town), and he preached to it for a short time. Afterwards it was occupied by a section of Methodists connected with the 'Round Preachers.' Then it was purchased by a gentleman of the General Baptist persuasion, who let it to the late Mr. Moses Holden--a pious, astronomical person, who held forth in it for a season with characteristic force.

Out of Doors--California and Oregon--J. A. Graves
After sitting down a couple of times in water two feet deep, I concluded to stay on shore and cast out into the pool. Following this exhilarating exercise with indifferent success, I noticed approaching a little, old Indian. He was bareheaded and barefooted. His shirt was open, exposing his throat and breast. His eyes were deep set, his hair and beard a grizzly gray. He had a willow fishing pole in one hand and a short bush with green leaves on it, with which he was whacking grasshoppers, in the other.

Outline of Universal History--George Park Fisher
Full title: OUTLINES OF UNIVERSAL HISTORY Designed as a Text-book and for Private Reading

OUTLINES OF SOCIOLOGY--by Lester F. Ward
Now, it follows from this that every true science must be a domain of force; that each science must preside over some one of these various forces, and that any field of knowledge which has not been brought under the operation of some natural force is not yet a science in the proper sense of that word. The mere accumulation of facts does not constitute a science, but a successful classification of the facts recognizes the law underlying them and is, in so far, scientific. In fact, classification is always the initial step in the establishment of a science, and the more recondite workings of the force over which it presides are discovered later.

Over the Pass--Frederick Palmer
'Don't talk of that!' Jack exclaimed, almost sharply. The suggestion brought a swift change to sadness over his face and drew a veil of vagueness over his eyes. 'No, Firio, and I'll tell you why: the odor of a quail broiled on a spit belongs at the end of a day's journey, when you camp in sight of no habitation. You should sit on a dusty blanket-roll; you should eat by the light of the embers or a guttering candle. No, Firio, we'll wait till some other day. And it's not exactly courtesy to our hostess to bring in provender from the outside.'

PAINTING IN A CUL DE SAC BY CARMONTELLE
Note: Translated and adapted by FRANK J. MORLOCK

Palestine or the Holy Land--Michael Russell
Full title: PALESTINE OR THE HOLY LAND. From the Earliest Period to the Present Time.

Pallieter--Felix Timmermans
'Wij ete zon!' riep Pallieter terug, en na twee sterke riemslagen lieten ze zich tijmee drijven door het bakkersoven warme land, dat ze nu rondom hen in al zijn vinnige verlichting zagen openliggen. Marieke zat van achter. Pallieter van voor, en ze lieten hun handen in het lauwe water hangen.

Pantheism, Its Story and Significance--J. Allanson Picton
It has been the customary and perhaps inevitable method of writers on Pantheism to trace its main idea back to the dreams of Vedic poets, the musings of Egyptian priests, and the speculations of the Greeks. But though it is undeniable that the divine unity of all Being was an almost necessary issue of earliest human thought upon the many and the one, yet the above method of treating Pantheism is to some extent misleading; and therefore caution is needed in using it.

Paris As It Was and As It Is--Francis W. Blagdon
Subtitled: A Sketch of the French Capital, ILLUSTRATIVE OF THE EFFECTS OF THE REVOLUTION, WITH RESPECT TO SCIENCES, LITERATURE, ARTS, RELIGION, EDUCATION, MANNERS, AND AMUSEMENTS; COMPRISING ALSO A correct Account of the most remarkable National Establishments and Public Buildings. In a Series of Letters, WRITTEN BY AN ENGLISH TRAVELLER, DURING THE YEARS 1801-2, TO A FRIEND IN LONDON.

Paris Revisited
So the author of these observations finds it on returning to Paris after living for upward of a year in London. He finds himself comparing, and the results of comparison are several disjointed reflections, of which it may be profitable to make a note. Certainly Paris is a very old story, and London is a still older one; and there is no great reason why a journey across the channel and back should quicken ones perspicuity to an unprecedented degree. I therefore will not pretend to have been looking at Paris with new eyes, or to have gathered on the banks of the Seine a harvest of extraordinary impressions.

Paris under the Commune--John Leighton
It cannot be true. I will not believe it. It cannot be possible that Paris is to be again bombarded: and by whom? By Frenchmen! In spite of the danger I was told there was to be apprehended near Neuilly, I wished to see with my own eyes what was going on. So this morning, the 8th April, I went to the Champs Elysees.

Paris War Days--Charles Inman Barnard
There is news of stupendous importance in the official announcement that Germany is employing the bulk of her twenty-six army corps against France and Belgium between Liege and Luxemburg. The disappearance of the German first line troops from the Russian frontier is now explained. By flinging this immense force upon France, Germany gains an advantage of numbers. How will she use it?

PASTE-- Dramatized from a story by Henry James by Frank J. Morlock
Arthur If they'd been worth anything to speak of mother would have sold them long ago. They had to struggle on next to nothing for years and weren't in a position to keep anything of real value. And if they are worth something, you're more than welcome to them.

Patty at Home--Carolyn Wells
Mrs. St. Clair, who was Patty's aunt only by marriage, was a very fashionable woman of a pretty, but somewhat artificial, type. She liked young people, and had spared no pains to make Patty's visit to her a happy one. But it was quite evident that she expected Patty to return her hospitality in kind, and she had been at Boxley Hall but a few hours before she began to inquire what plans Patty had made for her entertainment.

Paul and Virginia--Bernadin de Saint-Pierre
'The conversation was gentle and innocent as the repasts. Paul often talked of the labours of the day, and those of the morrow. He was continually forming some plan of accommodation for their little society. Here he discovered that the paths were rough; there that the family circle was ill seated: sometimes the young arbours did not afford sufficient shade, and Virginia might be better pleased elsewhere.

Pauvre Blaise--Comtesse de Segur
--Monsieur le comte, dit Blaise, reprenant un peu courage, je ne pourrais pas entrer au château avec l'opinion que vous avez de moi. Je n'ai pas mérité les reproches que vous m'adressiez l'année dernière, et je ne puis vous promettre de faire autrement cette année. M. Jules ne m'aime pas; je ne dis pas qu'il ait tort; mais je ne crois pas possible que je reste près de lui dans les sentiments que je lui connais.

Pax Vobiscum--Henry Drummond
Were rest my subject, there are other things I should wish to say about it, and other kinds of Rest of which I should like to speak. But that is not my subject. My theme is that the Christian experiences are not the work of magic, but come under the law of Cause and Effect. And I have chosen Rest only as a single illustration of the working of that principle. If there were time I might next run over all the Christian experiences in turn, and show how the same wide law applies to each.

PAY FOR YOUR PEANUTS--Tom Thursday
Andy Dann was a rookie cop who had unorthodox ideas about the way a police officer should treat the taxpayers. And, whether the rest of the force liked it or not, Andy's methods paid off!

Peaceless Europe--Francesco Saverio Nitti
France's shrewdest politicians, however, well knew that the demand for an enormous and unlimited indemnity was only a means of putting Germany under control and depressing her to the point of exhaustion. But the others maintained this proposal more out of rancour and hatred than from any actual political concept. It may be said that the problem of the indemnity has never been seriously studied and that the calculations, the valuations, the procedures, have all formed a series of impulsive acts co-ordinated by a single error, the error of the French politicians who had the one aim of holding Germany down.

Pebbles on the Shore--Alpha of the Plough
Who are these spirits? In choosing them it is necessary to avoid the deep-browed argumentative fellows. I do not want Plato or Gibbon or any of the learned brotherhood by my bedside, nor the poets, nor the novelists, nor the dramatists, nor even the professional humorists. These are all capital fellows in their way, but let them stay downstairs. To the intimacy of the bedside I admit only the kindly fellows who come in their dressing-gowns and slippers, so to speak, and sit down and just talk to you as though they had known you ever since you were a little nipper, and your father and your grandfather before you. Of course, there is old Montaigne.

Peck's Bad Boy at the Circus--George W. Peck
I wish I wasn't so confounded curious, but I suppose I was born that way. I took one of the Chinese lanterns that was not lighted and just thought I would like to see what the hyenas and the big lion, who were in the same cage, with an iron partition between them, would do if a Chinese lantern was put in the cage, so I got the fellow that watches the cage to open up the top trap door, and I dropped a Chinese lantern with a hornets' nest in it right between the two hyenas. Gee, but you ought to have seen them pounce on it, and bite it and tear it up, and then the hornets woke up, and they didn't do a thing to that mess of hyenas.

Pee-Wee Harris--Percy Keese Fitzhugh
Pee-Wee faced him, his cheek flushed, his eyes blazing. 'You're a--you're a--coward--and a thief--that's what you are,' he shouted. 'You--you--haven't got brains enough to find two--two--motorcycles--you haven't--all you can do is stand around and eat things that other people are trying to sell! You're a coward and a--a fo--ol--and you owe us as much as--a--a dollar. You'd better button your coat up or you'll--you'll be stealing your own watch--you--you coward!'

Persian Literature, Volume 1
Comprising The Shah Nameh, The Rubaiyat, The Divan, and The Gulistan

Personal Memoir Of Daniel Drayton
Full title: Personal Memoir Of Daniel Drayton For Four Years And Four Months A Prisoner (For Charity's Sake) In Washington Jail

Personal Reminiscences in Book Making--R.M. Ballantyne
Anxiety is not an easily-roused condition in the North American Indian. The feast began, despite the absence of our waif; and the waif's mother set to work with undiminished appetite. Meanwhile the waif himself went farther and farther astray--swayed alternately by the spirit of the stoic and the spirit of the little child. But little Poosk was made of sterling stuff, and the two spirits had a hard battle in him for the mastery that wintry afternoon. His chase of the rabbit was brought to an abrupt conclusion by a twig which caught one of his snow-shoes, tripped him up, and sent him headlong into the snow.

Peter Ibbetson--George du Marier et al
Ah, he died too quick; I dealt him those four blows in less than as many seconds. It was five minutes, perhaps--or, at the most, ten--from the moment he came into the room to that when I finished him and was caught red-handed. And I--what a long agony!

Peter's Mother--Mrs. Henry De La Pasture
'I'm afraid we don't live up to our beautiful old house,' said Lady Mary, shaking her head. 'There are some lovely things stored away in the gallery upstairs, and some beautiful pictures hanging there, including the Vandyck, you know, which Charles II. gave to old Sir Peter, your cavalier ancestor. But the gallery is almost a lumber-room, for the floor is too unsafe to walk upon. And down here, as you see, we are terribly Philistine.'

Phaethon
PHAETHON; LOOSE THOUGHTS FOR LOOSE THINKERS.

Phantom Fortune--M.E. Braddon
It was known that I was of East Indian birth, but little more was known about me. It was only when years had gone by and I was a merchant on my own account and could afford to go to India on a voyage of discovery--yes, as much a voyage of discovery as that of Vasco de Gama or of Drake--that I got from the Madras agent the clue which enabled me, at the cost of infinite patience and infinite labour, to unravel the mystery of my birth. There is no need to enter now upon the details of that story. I have overwhelming documentary evidence--a cloud of witnesses--to convince the most sceptical as to who and what I am.

Phebe, The Blackberry Girl--Edward Livermore
'What have you in that basket, child?'/ 'Blackberries, Miss, all pick'd to-day;/ They're very large and fully ripe;/ Do look at them, and taste them pray.' /

Philaster--Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher
PHILASTER: OR, Love lies a Bleeding.

Philippine Folk-Tales
By Carla Kern Bayliss, Berton L. Maxfield, W. H. Millington, Fletcher Gardner, Laura Watson Bendict

Philippine Folklore Stories--John Maurice Miller
But one day, while they were laughing and singing, the earth suddenly opened and Harisaboqued sprang out before them. They were very much frightened and fled in terror down the mountain side. When they reached the foot and looked back they saw a terrible sight. All the tobacco had disappeared and, instead of the thousands of plants that they had tended so carefully, nothing but the bare mountain could be seen.

Philotas--Gotthold Ephraim Lessing
Goetter! Naeher konnte der Blitz, ohne mich ganz zu zerschmettern, nicht vor mir niederschlagen. Wunderbare Goetter! Die Flamme kehrt zurueck; der Dampf verfliegt, und ich war nur betaeubt.--So war das mein ganzes Elend, zu sehen, wie elend ich haette werden koennen? Wie elend mein Vater durch mich!--Nun darf ich wieder vor dir erscheinen, mein Vater! Zwar noch mit niedergeschlagenen Augen; doch nur die Scham wird sie niederschlagen, nicht das brennende Bewusstsein, dich mit mir ins Verderben gerissen zu haben.

Philothea--Lydia Maria Child
The travellers descended from their chariots to rest under the shadow of the lofty plane trees, and refresh themselves with a draught from the fountain. The public road was thronged with people on their way to Olympia. Most of them drove with renewed eagerness to enter Corinth before the evening twilight; for nearly all travellers made it a point to visit the remarkable scenes in this splendid and voluptuous city, the Paris of the ancient world. A few were attracted by the cool murmuring of the waters, and turned aside to the fountain of Poseidon.

Pierre et Jean--Guy de Maupassant
Mme Roland semblait n'avoir point entendu; elle paraissait malade, etant tres pale. Plusieurs fois deja son mari, surpris de la voir s'asseoir comme si elle tombait sur son siege, de l'entendre souffler comme si elle ne pouvait plus respirer, lui avait dit:

Pierre Noziere
C'etait l'effet de mon enthousiasme reveur, et je dois declarer que l'armurier n'y aidait point. Il limait beaucoup et ne parlait guere. Jamais je ne l'entendis vanter ses armes, hors deux ou trois epees de bourreau qu'il tenait pour de bonnes pieces. Leclerc jeune etait un honnete homme, ancien garde royal, tres estime de ses clients.

Pixie O'Shaughnessy--Mrs George De Horne Vaizey
How Pixie managed to sustain even her very low place in the class was a wonder to her companions; but in truth she had an unusually quick brain, so that when she chose to apply herself she learnt as much as slower girls would do in twice the time, while her Irish wit enabled her to place her scraps of knowledge in the most advantageous light, and rescued her from awkward questionings. Nowhere was this faculty more marked than in French, of which she knew least, yet in which subject she made the most rapid progress.

Plain Words From America--Douglas W. Johnson
Full title: PLAIN WORDS FROM AMERICA A LETTER TO A GERMAN PROFESSOR BY Professor DOUGLAS W. JOHNSON (1917)

Play-Making--William Archer
That is why an improbable or otherwise inacceptable incident cannot be validly defended on the plea that it actually happened: that it is on record in history or in the newspapers. In the first place, the dramatist can never put it on the stage as it happened. The bare fact may be historical, but it is not the bare fact that matters. The dramatist cannot restore it to its place in that intricate plexus of cause and effect, which is the essence and meaning of reality. He can only give his interpretation of the fact; and one knows not how to calculate the chances that his interpretation may be a false one.

Plays of Gods and Men--Lord Dunsany
Ludibras: When he tarried year after year in monstrous Barbul-el-Sharnak, I feared that I would see the sun rise never more in the windy glorious country. I feared we should live always in Barbul-el-Sharnak and be buried among houses.

Pocahontas--Virginia Carter Castleman
In the meadow by the brooklet was the wigwam/ Of the old squaw, Winganameo, who to Matoax/ From her childhood oft had taught the folklore,/ Tales of olden days beside the roaring ocean/ Where the White Man's ships were wrecked beside the beach,/ Where through pine woods roamed at will the stalwart Red Men-- /

Poems (1786)--Helen Maria Williams
Meek Twilight! soften the declining day,/ And bring the hour my pensive spirit loves;/ When, o'er the mountain flow descends the ray/ That gives to silence the deserted groves.

Poems (1828)--Thomas Gent
Beautiful Boy--thy heavenward thoughts/ Are pictured in thine eyes,/ Thou hast no taint of mortal birth,/ Thy communing is not of earth,

Poems In Two Volumes, Vol. 1--William Wordsworth
Stern Daughter of the Voice of God!/ O Duty! if that name thou love/ Who art a Light to guide, a Rod/ To check the erring, and reprove;/ Thou who art victory and law/ When empty terrors overawe/

Poems In Two Volumes, Vol. 2--William Wordsworth
From Stirling Castle we had seen/ The mazy Forth unravell'd;/ Had trod the banks of Clyde, and Tay,/ And with the Tweed had travell'd;/ And, when we came to Clovenford,/ Then said my 'winsome Marrow',/

Poems on Serious and Sacred Subjects--William Hayley
While their true faith enlighten'd Christians prove,/ By mutual aid, and evangelic love,/ By sins environ'd, may we strive alone/ To pardon others, and repent our own./

Poems--John Hay
And we anteed up a hundred/ In the hands of Deacon Kedge/ For to be divided the follerin' Fo'th/ 'Mongst the boys that kep' the pledge./ And we knowed each other so well, Squire, /

Poems--John L. Stoddard
The breath of summer stirs the trees,/ A thousand roses round me bloom,/ Whose saffron petals give the breeze/ A wealth of exquisite perfume,/ As, climbing high, with tendrils bold,/ They clothe the walls with cups of gold./

Poems--Sir John Carr
'Give me thy hand; lov'd friend, adieu!'/ The gen'rous suff'rer cried!/ 'I do forgive and bless thee too;"/ And, having said it, died!

Poems--Victor Hugo
I, should unhallowed Pleasure woo me now,/ Will to the wanton sorc'ress say, 'Begone!/ Respect the cypress on my mournful brow,/ Lost Happiness hath left regret--but thou/ Leavest remorse, alone.'

Poems--Walter R. Cassels
Into the world, the beautiful world,/ To meet the heart that must mate with mine,/ And make the measure of life divine,--/ Into the world, into the world./

Poesie e novelle in versi--Ferdinando Fontana
E noi viviamo; ed ogni di` che fugge/ Segna una ruga sulla nostra fronte;/ E un'agonia lentissima ne strugge;/ E, tremebondi, a noi stessi chiediamo/ Se esisterem, trascorso un anno, ancora;/ E mormoriam: 'Speriamo!'/ E interroghiamo gli eventi passati,

Poesies du troubadour Peire Raimon de Toulouse
Las! que faray, pois non li aus retraire,/ Ans quan la vey, estau a ley de mut;/ E per autruy no vuelh sia saubut,/ S'aqui mezeis sabi' estre emperaire. /

Poetical Works
Poetical Works of Samuel Johnson, Thomas Parnell, Thomas Gray, and Tobias Smollett

Poetical Works of Pope, Vol. II
Includes the Dunciad (slightly different version).

Poetical Works--Joseph Addison, John Gay, William Sommerville
The Poetical Works of Addison; Gay's Fables; and Somerville's Chase

Poetry--Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch
Nor is there any real irreverence in answering thus: for of course it is not the Almighty who puts the questions, but someone audaciously personating Him. And some of us find this pretension irritating; as Douglas Jerrold meeting a pompous stranger on the pavement was moved to accost him with, 'I beg your pardon, Sir, but would you mind informing me--Are you anybody in particular?'

POLE POPPENSPAeLER
Paulsen war seiner Abkunft nach ein Friese und der Charakter dieses Volksstammes aufs schoenste in seinem Antlitz ausgepraegt; unter dem schlichten blonden Haar die denkende Stirn und die blauen sinnenden Augen; dabei hatte, vom Vater ererbt, seine Stimme noch etwas von dem weichen Gesang seiner Heimatsprache.

Polly and the Princess--Emma C. Dowd
Miss Castlevaine moved her chair nearer, listened intently, and then began in a low voice: 'I was coming up with a pitcher of hot water, and you know there's a little place where you can see down on the desk. Well, Miss S. was there fussing over a box, and I said to myself, 'I guess somebody's got some flowers.' Then I saw her lift the cover and slip out something white. I didn't see it distinctly, for just as she took hold of it she looked up, and I dodged out of sight. When I peeked down again she was dropping something into a little drawer, and I came on as still as I could. I thought then that whoever had those flowers wouldn't find out who sent 'em!

Poor Richard
In her sudden anxiety on Richard's behalf, Gertrude soon forgot her own immaterial woes. The carriage which was to have conveyed her to Mrs. Martin's was used for a more disinterested purpose. The Major, prompted by a strong faith in the salutary force of his own presence, having obtained her permission to accompany her, they set out for the farm, and soon found themselves in Richard's chamber. The young man was wrapped in a heavy sleep, from which it was judged imprudent to arouse him. Gertrude, sighing as she compared his thinly furnished room with her own elaborate apartments, drew up a mental list of essential luxuries which she would immediately send him.

Popular Tales from the Norse--Sir George Webbe Dasent
So he put the quern on the table, and bade it first of all grind lights, then a table-cloth, then meat, then ale, and so on till they had got everything that was nice for Christmas fare. He had only to speak the word, and the quern ground out what he wanted. The old dame stood by blessing her stars, and kept on asking where he had got this wonderful quern, but he wouldn't tell her.

Post-Augustan Poetry--H.E. Butler
The most curious and in some respects the most remarkable work that the Silver Age has bequeathed to us is a fragment of a novel, the Satyricon of Petronius Arbiter, Its author is generally identified with Titus Petronius, the friend and victim of Nero. Tacitus has described him in a passage, remarkable even among Tacitean portraits for its extraordinary brilliance. 'His days he passed in sleep, his nights in the business and pleasures of life. Indolence had raised him to fame, as energy raises others, and he was reckoned not a debauchee and spendthrift, like most of those who squander their substance, but a man of refined luxury.

Pot-bouille
Ce matin-la, le reveil de la maison fut d'une grande dignite bourgeoise. Rien, dans l'escalier, ne gardait la trace des scandales de la nuit, ni les faux marbres qui avaient reflete ce galop d'une femme en chemise, ni la moquette d'ou s'etait evaporee l'odeur de sa nudite. Seul, M. Gourd, lorsqu'il monta vers sept heures, donner son coup d'oeil, flaira les murs; mais ce qui ne le regardait pas, ne le regardait pas; et comme, en redescendant, il apercut dans la cour deux bonnes, Lisa et Julie, qui causaient a coup sur de la catastrophe, tant elles semblaient allumees, il les devisagea d'un oeil si ferme, qu'elles se separerent.

Potterism--Rose Macaulay
Their landlady, said Juke, on Sunday, had looked coldly on him when he went out with his fishing rod in the morning. This would not have been Potterism, but merely a respectable bigotry, had the lady had genuine conscientious scruples as to this use of Sunday morning by the clergy, but Juke had ascertained tactfully that she had no conscientious scruples about anything at all. So it was merely propriety and cant, in brief, Potterism. Later, he had landed at a village down the coast and been to church.

Pragmatism--D.L. Murray
To begin with, we must radically disabuse our minds of the idea that thinking starts from certainty. Even the self-evident and self-confident 'intuitions' that impress the uncritical so much with their claim to infallibility are really the results of antecedent doubts and ponderings, and would never be enunciated unless there were thought to be a dispute about them. In real life thought starts from perplexities, from situations in which, as Professor Dewey says, beliefs have to be 'reconstructed,' and it aims at setting doubts at rest. It is psychologically impossible for a rational mind to assert what it knows to be true, and supposes everyone else to admit the truth of.

Precaution
Looks of a singular import were exchanged between Colonel Egerton and Sir Herbert Nicholson, at the mention of Denbigh's name; which, as the latter had just asked the favor of taking wine with Mrs. Wilson, did not escape her notice. Emily had innocently mentioned his precipitate retreat the night before; and he had, when reminded of his engagement to dine with them that very day, and promised an introduction to Sir Herbert Nicholson by John, in her presence, suddenly excused himself and withdrawn. With an indefinite suspicion of something wrong, she ventured, therefore, to address Sir Herbert Nicholson.

Prince Zaleski--M.P. Shiel
'Can you doubt it? in the shape of a cloud, the pitch of a thrush's note, the nuance of a sea-shell you would find, had you only insight enough, inductive and deductive cunning enough, not only a meaning, but, I am convinced, a quite endless significance. Undoubtedly, in a human document of this kind, there is a meaning; and I may say at once that this meaning is entirely transparent to me. Pity only that you did not read the diary to me before.'

Principal Cairns--John Cairns
That this is no mere isolated estimate of a partial friend it would not be difficult to prove. This was what his friends thought of him, and what they had taught others outside to think of him too. The time, however, had now come when it had to be put to the proof. During the first five years of his ministry at Berwick, as we have seen, Cairns devoted himself entirely to his work in Golden Square. He must learn to know accurately how much of his time that work would take up, before he could venture to spend any of it in other fields.

Probable Sons--Amy LeFeuvre
'I've been asking God to make you better so many times,' she continued, softly stroking his hand as she spoke, 'and He is going to make you live again; now isn't He? I wasn't quite sure whether you mightn't like to die best, but I didn't want you to. Nurse says I mustn't stay a moment, but I've brought you a present. Maxwell went to the town and got it for me with the money Jack sent back to me. May I open it for you?'

Problem of the Knotted Cord--Jacques Futrelle
The Thinking Machine sat for a long time with the squint blue eyes turned upward, and his white slender fingers pressed tip to tip. Minute wrinkles in his enormous brow grew momentarily deeper. 'It's a remarkable crime, Mr. Hatch,' he said at last, 'perhaps the most remarkable that I have ever met. As you say, the youth of the child removes all the ordinary motives.' He was silent for a moment. 'Our greatest criminals are never caught, and rarely ever heard of, Mr. Hatch,' he went on musingly. 'The greatest crimes are never discovered, as a matter of fact. One might readily conceive of a brain so keen, so accurate, that in, say, a murder, there would be nothing to indicate one. I think perhaps in this case we have a difficult one. It would be best for me to see and talk with Mr. Barrett in person.'

Problem of the Lost Radium--Jacques Futrelle
Again there was a long pause. Ahead of him, with this hitherto unheard of quantity of radium available, Professor Dexter saw rosy possibilities in his chosen work. The thought gripped him more firmly as he considered it. He could see little chance of a purchase--but the use of the substance during his experiments! That might be arranged.

Problem of the Missing Necklace--Jacques Futrelle
'There are still three possibilities,' he told himself at the end as he carefully restored the room to its previous condition. 'He might have left them in a package in the ship's safe but that's improbable--too risky; he might have left them in a trunk in the hold, which is still more improbable; or he might have them on his person. That is more than likely.'

Problem of the Motor Boat--Jacques Futrelle
'Langham Dudley is a ship owner, fifty-one years old,' the reporter read from notes he had taken. 'He was once a sailor before the mast and later became a ship owner in a small way. He was successful in his small undertakings and for fifteen years has been a millionaire. He has a certain social position, partly through his wife whom he married a year and a half ago. She was Edith Marston Belding, a daughter of the famous Belding family. He has an estate on the North Shore.'

Problem of the Opera Box--Jacques Futrelle
'First the police acted on the general ground of exclusive opportunity,' the reporter explained. 'Then Knight was arrested. The stiletto used was not an ordinary one. It had a blade of about seven inches and was very slender, but instead of a guard on it there was only a gold band. The handle is a straight, highly polished piece of wood. Around it, below the gold band where the guard should have been, there were threads as if it had been screwed into something.'

Problem of the Organ Grinder--Jacques Futrelle
The Thinking Machine and the reporter went out together. It was a few minutes past nine o'clock when they reached the tenement. It was dirty and illy lighted, and boldly faced a street which was a center of the Italian colony. Hatch led the way in and up the stairs to the room where he had left the monkey. The little body still lay huddled up, inert, as he had left it.

Problem of the Perfect Alibi--Jacques Futrelle
Next morning at eight o'clock, Paul Randolph De Forrest, a young man of some social prominence, was found murdered in the sitting room of his suite in the big Avon apartment house. He had been dead for several hours. He sat beside his desk, and death left him sprawled upon it face downward. The weapon was one of several curious daggers which had been used ornamentally on the walls of his apartments. The blade missed the heart only a quarter of an inch or so; death must have come within a couple of minutes.

Problem of the Private Compartment--Jacques Futrelle
'Yes, to-morrow. For weeks and weeks it has been a nightmare to me, and last night, somehow, I seemed to go all to pieces. The sight of the wedding gown made me perfectly furious. All to-day I thought of it, and thought of it, until my head seemed bursting. Then late this afternoon I could stand it no longer; so I--I ran away. I suppose it's horrid of me, and I know my father and mother will never forgive me for the scandal it will cause; but I don't care. They've made me almost hate them. I'm going to my aunt's in Albany and remain there for a few days.

Problem of the Red Rose--Jacques Futrelle
'Precisely,' was the reply. 'Unless we allow for coincidence, and that has never been reduced to a scientific law, we must say that both the woman and the dog died of the same cause. When we know that, we prove that the thorn prick had nothing to do with the woman's death. Two and two make four, Mr. Hatch, not sometimes but all the time. And so what have we left?'

Problem of the Stolen Rubens--Jacques Futrelle
Kale looked at him in chagrin. Could it be that de Lesseps did not understand that it was a Rubens, and that Rubens was a painter? Or was it that he had failed to hear him say that it cost him fifty thousand dollars. Kale was accustomed to seeing people bob their heads and open their eyes when he said fifty thousand dollars; therefore, 'Don't you like it?' he asked.

Problem of the Superfluous Finger--Jacques Futrelle
"Amputated?" gasped Dr. Prescott. He stared into the pretty face of his caller. It was flushed softly, and the red lips were parted in a slight smile. It seemed quite an ordinary affair to her. The surgeon bent over the hand with quick interest. "Amputated!" he repeated.

Problem of the Vanishing Man--Jacques Futrelle
Financially the young man was interested in the company only to the extent of owning twenty-five shares, this being a gift from old Nick and a necessary qualification for an office holder. Beyond this rather meager possession,--meager at least in comparison with the holdings of other officers and stockholders of the company,--young Carroll had only his salary of twenty thousand dollars a year,--nothing else, for he had been exalted to this from a salary of eighteen hundred and a clerk's desk in the general office. Here for six years old Nick Carroll had drilled the business into him, warp and woof; then had come the exaltation.

Problems of Poverty--John A. Hobson
The first condition of 'sweating' is an abundant and excessive supply of low-skilled and inefficient labour. It needs no parade of economic reasoning to show that where there are more persons willing to do a particular kind of work than are required, the wages for that work, if free competition is permitted, cannot be more than what is just sufficient to induce the required number to accept the work. In other words, where there exists any quantity of unemployed competitors for low-skilled work, wages, hours of labour, and other conditions of employment are so regulated, as to present an attraction which just outweighs the alternatives open to the unemployed, viz. odd jobs, stealing, starving, and the poor-house.

Professor Fargo
It seemed to give him pleasure to trifle with my longing for this sensation. 'I'll give you leave,' he said, for all answer, 'to tie my hands into the tightest knot you can invent---and then I'll make your great-grandfather come in and stop the clock. You know I couldn't stop a clock, perched up on a mantel shelf five feet high, with my heels.'

Proportional Representation--John H. Humphreys
Full title: Proportional Representation; A Study in Methods of Election

Public Opinion--Walter Lippmann
We have learned to call this propaganda. A group of men, who can prevent independent access to the event, arrange the news of it to suit their purpose. That the purpose was in this case patriotic does not affect the argument at all. They used their power to make the Allied publics see affairs as they desired them to be seen. The casualty figures of Major Cointet which were spread about the world are of the same order. They were intended to provoke a particular kind of inference, namely that the war of attrition was going in favor of the French. But the inference is not drawn in the form of argument.

PUBLICITY FOR THE CORPSE--By C. S. MONTANYE
Johnny Castle, sports writer, seeks an interview with a South American Lightweight wonder--and finds a murder mystery that all but knocks him out for the count before the final solution bell rings!

Pulpit and Press (6th Edition)--Mary Baker Eddy
For victory over a single sin we give thanks, and magnify the Lord of Hosts. Then what shall we say of the mighty conquest over all sin? A louder song, sweeter than has ever before reached high Heaven, now rises clearer and nearer to the great heart of Christ; for the accuser is not there, and Love sends forth her primal and everlasting strain. Self-abnegation--by which we lay down all for Christ, Truth, in our warfare against error--is a rule in Christian Science.

Punch, 1917.07.04, Vol. 153, Issue No. 1
Reporting on a Glasgow subway railway accident, Colonel PRINGLE advises that 'the use of ambiguous phraseology on telephones should not be permitted.' Abbreviations now dear to the London subscriber, such as 'Grrrrrrr-kuk-kuk-kuk-bbbzzzzz--are you--ping! phut! grrrrr!' etc., etc., will no longer be allowed.

Punchinello
Vol. 1, No. 3, April 16, 1870

Punchinello, Vol. 1, No. 3, April 16, 1870
It may have been frequently noticed that all families require food at certain intervals, generally three times a day, and in the case of children even oftener. The cost of providing this food at the butcher, baker, and provision shops is necessarily very great, and it is well, then, to understand how a very good substitute for store-food may be prepared at home.

Purple Springs--Nellie L. McClung
If there was any lack of enthusiasm among the parents it had no reflection in the children's minds, for the Chicken Hill School, after the great announcement, simply pulsated with excitement. Country children have capabilities for enjoyment that the city child knows nothing about, and to the boys and girls at Chicken Hill the prospect of a program, a speech from Pearl Watson, and a supper--was most alluring.

Pyramus And Thisbe--By Henry James
Stephen . I confess there is some virtue in it. To give a young lady a bouquet of your own making, or your own buying, is assuredly it's own reward. But to serve as a mere bald go-between; to present a bunch of lilies and roses on the part of another a mysterious unknown to act, as it were, as the senseless clod of earth in which they're wrapped for transportation, and not as their thrilling, teeming, conscious parent soil, this, Miss West, I assure you, is to make a terrible sacrifice to vanity.

Quaint Courtships--Howells and Alden, Editors
She must go. She moved toward the door, and dropped her eyes on the little hard-coal fire in the grate; it tempted her, and, with a sort of defiance, she moved over to it and warmed her chilled fingers. A piano, too, and not to teach children on! To play upon, to enjoy! When was her time to come? Every dog has his day! Where was hers? Here some man was surrounded with comforts and pleasures, and she slaved all day at her teaching, and came home at night tired, cold, to a miserable little half-furnished room--alone

Queechy--Elizabeth Wetherell
'He has got it already!' said Mr. Ringgan, with a nervous twitch at the old mare's head; 'he wheedled me out of several little sums on one pretence and another,--he had a brother in New York that he wanted to send some to, and goods that he wanted to get out of pawn, and so on,--and I let him have it! and then there was one of those fatting steers that he proposed to me to let him have on account, and I thought it was as good a way of paying him as any; and that made up pretty near the half of what was due to him.'

Queen Victoria--Anonymous
In the year 1819 the family outlook of the British royal house was not a very bright one. The old king, George III., was lingering on in deep seclusion, a very pathetic figure, blind and imbecile. His son the Prince Regent, afterwards George IV., had not done honour to his position, nor brought happiness to any connected with him. Most of the other princes were elderly men and childless; and the Prince-Regent's only daughter, the Princess Charlotte, on whom the hopes of the nation had rested, and whose marriage had raised those hopes to enthusiasm, was newly laid in her premature grave.

Quinze Jours en Egypte--Fernand Neuray
Enterrement grec: un corbillard, blanc et or, vraie voiture de charlatan de chez nous, la caisse surmontee d'un ange aux ailes eployees, file comme une fleche; sur le siege, a cote du cocher, qui fume une cigarette, un pretre orthodoxe, barbe d'ebene et barrette d'avocat; le cortege des parents et des amis, derriere, suit au grand galop.

Ramuntcho--Pierre Loti
Ramuntcho's lodging place was, in the house of his mother and above the stable, a room neatly whitewashed; he had there his bed, always clean and white, but where smuggling gave him few hours for sleep. Books of travel or cosmography, which the cure of the parish lent to him, posed on his table--unexpected in this house. The portraits, framed, of different saints, ornamented the walls, and several pelota-players' gloves were hanging from the beams of the ceiling, long gloves of wicker and of leather which seemed rather implements of hunting or fishing.

Ranald Bannerman's Boyhood--George MacDonald
'Well, there was a shepherd many years ago, who lived not far from the pot. He was a knowing man, and understood all about kelpies and brownies and fairies. And he put a branch of the rowan-tree ( mountain-ash), with the red berries in it, over the door of his cottage, so that the kelpie could never come in.

Recent Florence
Take one of these noble structures out of it's oblique situation in town; call it no longer a palace, but a villa; set it down upon a terrace, on one of the hills that encircle Florence, with a row of high-waisted cypresses beside it, a grassy court-yard, and a view of the Florentine towers and the valley of the Arno, and you will think it perhaps even more impressive and picturesque. It was a Sunday noon, and brilliantly warm, when I arrived in Florence; and after I had looked from my windows awhile at that quietly-basking river-front I have spoken of, I took my way .across one of the bridges and then out of one of the gates,

Recits d'un soldat--Amedee Achard
Les heures dans cette pluie et cette inaction etaient longues et lourdes. On en perdait le plus qu'on pouvait en promenades ca et la. Les bords de la Meuse nous attiraient. On ne pouvait faire une centaine de pas sur la rive sans voir, descendant au fil de l'eau, des cadavres d'hommes et de chevaux. On en rencontrait d'autres echoues dans des touffes d'herbe, la un chasseur de Vincennes, la un uhlan. Tous les corps des deux armees y avaient laisse quelques-uns de leurs representants.

Red Masquerade--Louis Joseph Vance
Being the Story of THE LONE WOLF'S DAUGHTER

Red Rooney
'I turned and ran,' continued the angekok; 'the bear followed. We came to a small hummock of ice. I doubled round it. The bear went past--like one of Arbalik's arrows--sitting on its haunches, and trying to stop itself in vain, for the wind carried it on like an oomiak with the sail spread. When the bear stopped, it turned back, and soon came up with me, for I had doubled, and was by that time running nearly against the wind. Then my courage rose! I resolved to face the monster with my walrus spear. It was a desperate venture, but it was my duty. Just then the snow partly ceased, and I could see a berg with sloping sides.

Redevoeringen--Hendrik Conscience
Mijn weldoener, mijn vriend! gelooft gij dat woorden mijne zielsaandoening kunnen vertalen! Neen, een onuitdrukbaar gevoel ontroert mij. O, ik zie aan uw voorhoofd de schitterende star, die als een licht voor Belgie's kunst zal schijnen;--nu omgeeft u eens de zoo lang verdiende luister!--Ik ontwaar de vreugd in de oogen van al degenen, die u om uwe grootheid en om uwen edelen moed beminnen ... en ik,--ik, dien gij zoo liefderijk hebt behandeld,--wien gij uwe vriendschap zoo onverdiend geschonken hebt,--ik zou niet tot verdwaaldheid toe van zaligheid doordrongen zijn?

Reflections; Or Sentences and Moral Maxims--Rochefoucauld
There is a kind of politeness which is necessary in the intercourse among gentlemen, it makes them comprehend badinage, and it keeps them from using and employing certain figures of speech, too rude and unrefined, which are often used thoughtlessly when we hold to our opinion with too much warmth.

Reform Cookery Book (4th edition)--Mrs. Mill
Cold Slaw is a favourite American salad. Shred the cabbage as above and sprinkle liberally with salt. Allow to remain for at least 24 hours, turning occasionally. Drain and use with lemon juice or salad dressing.

Reise durch England und Schottland--Johanna Schopenhauer
Diese sehr beruehmte Hoehle liegt nahe vor der Stadt, der Eingang derselben ist wahrhaft gross und imposant. Eine Reihe meist senkrecht steiler Felsen von wunderbar zackiger Form erhebt die mit Baeumen gekroenten Scheitel. In einem derselben hat die Natur ein schauerliches, zweiundvierzig Fuss hohes und einhundertzwanzig Fuss breites Tor gewoelbt, durch welches man in undurchdringliches Dunkel zu blicken waehnt. Langsam fliesst ein schwarzes, ziemlich breites Wasser aus der Unterwelt an's Tageslicht hervor.

Reminiscences of a Pioneer--Colonel William Thompson
After a few days at Bridge Creek we joined a pack train going to Canyon City from The Dalles, and though the road was infested with savages, who mercilessly slaughtered small parties, we arrived at the then flourishing mining camp without mishap or adventure. Canyon City at that time was a typical mining camp. There were congregated every known character, race, profession and creed. Under a rough exterior the lawyer, doctor, minister, the rude western frontiersman and the staid and sober farmer, worked side by side.

Reminiscences of Pioneer Days in St. Paul--Frank Moore
Much has been written of the trials and tribulations of the pioneer editors of Minnesota and what they have accomplished in bringing to the attention of the outside world the numerous advantages possessed by this state as a place of permanent location for all classes of people, but seldom, if ever, has the nomadic printer, 'the man behind the gun,' received even partial recognition from the chroniclers of our early history.

Repeating Romeo--May Belleville Brown
'True! You were truth itself!' exclaimed the man. 'Because I knew it. I moved every power known to me to secure your release from Henry's toils. The queen herself helped me, until she like to have lost her own head in the matter, only escaping the block by a compliment that sopped the old man's vanity.

Report on the Condition of the South--Carl Schurz
In reply to the resolution adopted by the Senate on the 12th instant, I have the honor to state, that the rebellion waged by a portion of the people against the properly constituted authorities of the government of the United States has been suppressed; that the United States are in possession of every State in which the insurrection existed; and that, as far as could be done, the courts of the United States have been restored, post offices re-established, and steps taken to put into effective operation the revenue laws of the country.

RESTORATION COMEDY: SHADWELL--Frank J. Morlock
Mrs. Scroop How dare you? For what dirty little wench am I treated like this? If she be above ground, I'll find her and tear her eyes out! (looking around) Ha! By the bed, I see the slut has been here tonight. Oh, I cannot bear it. (falling into a fit)

Rhetoric and Poetry in the Renaissance--Donald Lemen Clark
Another scholar in classical rhetoric was Roger Ascham, whose Scholemaster (1570) contains the first reference in England to Aristotle's Poetics. But except as a teacher of language and of literature Ascham does not treat of poetry. Following Quintilian, he classifies literature into genres of poetry, history, philosophy, and oratory, each with its appropriate subdivisions. Both Ascham and Quintilian are interested in literature as professors who must organize a field for presentation to students; and as is frequently the case, the result is apt to become arid, schematic, and lifeless.

Rhymes of a Roughneck--Pat O'Cotter
I got kind of discouraged and quit the she sex/ And figgered I'd just herd with males,/ But it don't make no difference, I guess that I'm wrong,/ 'Cause there's always the parting of trails./ I've had lots of dogs, but a dog always dies, /

Rico And Wiseli--Johanna Spyri
While he sat there, the big post-wagon came rumbling along. He had often seen it as it came through Sils, and always thought that the very greatest happiness upon earth must be experienced by the driver, who sat all day long on the box, and controlled his four horses with his whip. Now he saw this happy creature nearer; for the post-wagon stopped, and the lad never once removed his eyes from the wonderful man, as he came down from his perch, stepped into the inn, and came out again with an enormous piece of black bread in his hand, upon which lay a large piece of cheese.

Ride to the Lady--Helen Gray Cone
Who weds her for his master, Death, / Aside are set her dimmed hopes all, / She counts no more the uncurrent hoard; / On gray Death's neck she fain would fall,

Riders of the Silences--Max Brand
'Not till you'd promised to stick by him. I told him that myself, but he said that you're young and that he'd teach you to like this life whether you wanted to or not. Me speaking personally, I agree with Black Gandil: This is the worst fool thing that dad has ever done. What do we want with you--in Hal's place!'

Ridgeway--Scian Dubh
Full title: Ridgeway; An Historical Romance of the Fenian Invasion of Canada

Right Ho, Jeeves
'Don't tell me you were contemplating descending to that old he-saved-her-from-drowning gag? I am surprised, Jeeves. Surprised and pained. When I was discussing the matter with Aunt Dahlia on my arrival, she said in a sniffy sort of way that she supposed I was going to shove my Cousin Angela into the lake and push Tuppy in to haul her out, and I let her see pretty clearly that I considered the suggestion an insult to my intelligence. And now, if your words have the meaning I read into them, you are mooting precisely the same drivelling scheme. Really, Jeeves!'

Riley Child-Rhymes--James Whitcomb Riley
An' little Orphant Annie says when the blaze is blue,/ An' the lamp-wick sputters, an' the wind goes woo-oo!/ An' you hear the crickets quit, an' the moon is gray,/ An' the lightnin'-bugs in dew is all squenched away,-- You better mind yer parents, an' yer teachers fond an' dear,

Robert Ier et Raoul--Ph. Lauer
Robert Ier et Raoul de Bourgogne, rois de France (923-936)

Robert Louis Stevenson
The part of life that he cares for most is youth, and the direct expression of the love of youth is the beginning and the end of his message. His appreciation of this delightful period amounts to a passion; and a passion, in the age in which we live, strikes us, on the whole, as a sufficient philosophy. It ought to satisfy Mr. Archer, and there are writers graver than Mr. Stevenson on whose behalf no such moral motive can be alleged. Mingled with his almost equal love of a literary surface it represents a real originality. This combination is the key-note of Mr. Stevenson's faculty and the explanation of his perversities.

Robert Louis Stevenson, an Elegy; And Other Poems--Richard Le Gallienne
The birthright of the blood from which he came,/ Heir to those lights that guard the Scottish coast,/ And caring only for a filial fame;/ Proud, if a poet, he was Scotsman most,/ And bore a Scottish name. /

Robinson Crusoe, v1
The Life and Adventures of Robinson Crusoe Of York, Mariner, Vol. 1

Robinsono Kruso--Daniel Defo
This Esperanto Classic, 'Robinsono Kruso,' is somewhat of an achievement for American enterprise as it is the first of its size and kind yet published here. It has been undertaken with zeal and wrought out according to ability. The original translation was made by the highly esteemed Rev. A. Krafft.

Roden's Corner--Henry Seton Merriman
'It is quite clear,' said Cornish, 'that the Malgamite scheme is a fraud. It is worse than that; it is a murderous fraud. For Von Holzen's new system of making malgamite is not new at all, but an old system revived, which was set aside many years ago as too deadly. If it is not this identical system, it is a variation of it. They are producing the stuff for almost nothing at the cost of men's lives. In plain English, it is murder, and it must be stopped at any cost. You understand?'

Rollo at Play--Jacob Abbott
'Well,' said Jonas, 'it will do no good to set the trap now, for he will be away before we could get back. But I will come down to-night, and set the trap, and perhaps we shall catch him, though I do not exactly like to do it.'

Roman de Brut--Wace
TRANSLATED BY EUGENE MASON

Roman History, Books I-III--Titus Livius
Though nobody doubted that a war was impending from the Tarquins, yet it broke out later than was generally expected; however, liberty was well-nigh lost by fraud and treachery, a thing they never apprehended. There were among the Roman youth several young men--and these of no no rank--who, while the regal government lasted, had enjoyed greater license in their pleasures, being the equals in age, boon companions of the young Tarquins, and accustomed to live after the fashion of princes.

Roman Neighbourhoods
To do perfect justice to the wood-walk away from Ariccia, I ought to touch upon the birds that were singing vespers as I passed. But the reader would find my rhapsody as poor entertainment as the programme of a concert he had been unable to attend. I have no more learning about bird-music than would help me to guess that a dull, dissyllabic refrain in the heart of the wood came from the cuckoo; and when at moments I heard a twitter of fuller tone, with a more suggestive modulation, I could only hope it was the nightingale.

Rose Face--H.A. Lamb
Perhaps he would have liked to slay her, for the blood lust was strong in him. I have seen Said Afzel, who was his son, wring the neck of a white pigeon in order to feel the life quiver out through his fingers. Nevertheless, Jani Beg was an excellent soldier and full of guile.

ROUGH TOSS--George Allan England
AND now, this job! Incredible, yet true. Things, after all, sometimes happened like that. Tim Spurling and his wife, silent a moment in the untidy dreariness of their little kitchen, eyed each other and felt hope reborn. This new job; did it not mean a chance for Bill?

ROUND ABOUT RIGEL--J. HARVEY HAGGARD
Raiders Meet Grim Starlight Justice in the Interstellar Void

Round Anvil Rock--Nancy Huston Banks
The judge and William had gone away from the house as soon as breakfast was over, saying they would try to return in time to see the visitor. Miss Penelope was busy in seeing that the coffee-pot was washed with hot water and rinsed with cold, and scoured inside and out till it shone like burnished silver. The widow Broadnax, too, was as busy as she ever was, sitting in her usual place in the chimney-corner, looking like some large, clumsily graven image in dark stone, and watching her half-sister's every movement without winking or turning her head. So that Ruth and David were left to follow their own fanciful devices, free to put flowers everywhere.

Roy Blakeley's Adventures in Camp--Percy Keese Fitzhugh
One thing about Skinny, I knew he'd never make a good all-around scout, like some fellows. You know what I mean. Now you take Artie Van Arlen-- he's got eleven merit badges and he's got the bronze medal. Maybe you'd say photography was his bug, but he never went crazy about it, that's one sure thing. Take me, I've got nine merit badges--the more the merrier, I don't care.

Roy Blakeley--Percy Keese Fitzhugh
Anyway, you can bet I didn't stay there long, because I wanted to find out if Wig's signal had been received. Maybe you won't understand, but down the river it seemed all right and I was sure somebody must have caught it. But after we landed and I started up home, it seemed as if it was just kind of playing, after all, because that's the way some people think about the scouts, so I hurried as fast as I could so that my mother and father wouldn't be worrying. I felt awfully funny, kind of, as I went up the lawn because I knew that if no one had come and told them about the signal, they'd think I was dead.

Ruggles of Red Gap--Harry Leon Wilson
'Bill is stalling--he knows darned well the Judge is a mixer,' broke in Cousin Egbert, somewhat to my embarrassment, nor did any reply occur to me. There was a moment's awkward silence during which I became sensitive to a radical change in the attitude which these people bore to Cousin Egbert. They shot him looks of furtive but unmistakable respect, and Mrs. Effie remarked almost with tenderness: 'We must admit that Cousin Egbert has a certain way with him.'

Rural Tales, Ballads, and Songs--Robert Bloomfield
Still may the favouring Muse be found: / Still circumspect the paths ye tread: / Plant moral truths in Fancy's ground; / And meet old Age without a dread. /