OpenLLM-France/wikimedia huggingface dataset:
# Library of the World's Best Literature/The Portrait of Don Gonzalo Gonzalez of Gonzalez-Town

* information about this edition.
* sister projects: Wikidata item.
Excerpt from Don Gonzalo González de la Gonzalera. Translated in 1897.
Look at him; here he is:—A man of middling size, carefully clad in a suit of fine black, his knobby flat feet shod in refulgent patent leather; clean-shaven; his shirt-collar terminating, above his low-cut vest and glossy embroidered shirt-front, in a butterfly-shaped bow, made with the open-worked ends of his cravat. Over all this wandered in serpentine convolutions a heavy gold chain. His hair was very much frizzed, and upon two lateral rows of ringlets, rather than upon his head, lightly rested a silk hat. One of his thick, hairy hands grasped a gold-headed cane, while in the other, lying along his thigh, he held ceremoniously a pair of kid gloves.... The speech of such a man may be divined: it was over-soft, mawkish, sickening. He doted on alliterations, like huevo hilado, and he used to say frido, cercanidas, and cacado…
What name should he adopt on going back to his native village? His father, who used to be dubbed "Tony Breechclout" for short, was called "Antonio Gonzalez"; he himself "Nicholas." But if he were going to style himself simply "Nicholas Gonzalez," he might as well make it "Johnny Drumsticks" and have done with it.... What if, for example, without ceasing to sign "Gonzalez," he should add to it something like "de la Gonzalera"? Some people shorten their names, do they not? what harm, then, if some others should lengthen theirs out a little? A trifle more or less of a thing—what difference does it make?
No sooner planned than decided. He ordered a thousand lithographed visiting-cards of various tinted pasteboards; and upon these was placed, in fantastic characters and in vivid colors, the name "Gonzalo Gonzalez de la Gonzalera."
This work is a translation and has a separate copyright status to the applicable copyright protections of the original content.
# Library of the World's Best Literature/The First Smile of Spring

original title “Premier Sourire du Printemps”
While to their perverse work
Men run panting,
March that laughs, in spite of showers,
Quietly gets Spring ready.
For the little daisies,
Slyly, when all sleep,
He irons little collars
And chisels gold studs.
Through the orchard and the vineyard,
He goes, cunning hair-dresser,
With a swan-puff,
And powders snow-white the almond-tree.
Nature rests in her bed;
He goes down to the garden
And laces the rosebuds
In their green velvet corsets.
While composing solfeggios
That he sings in a low tone to the blackbirds,
He strews the meadows with snowdrops
And the woods with violets.
By the side of the cress in the brook
Where drinks the stag, with listening ear,
With his concealed hand he scatters
The silver bells of the lilies of the valley.
Then, when his work is done
And his reign about to end,
On the threshold of April, turning his head,
He says, Spring, you may come!
# Library of the World's Best Mystery and Detective Stories/Volume 5

one or more chapters are available in a spoken word format.
Library of The World’s Best
Mystery and Detective Stories
Library of The World’s Best
Mystery and Detective Stories
Edited by
Julian Hawthorne
One Hundred and One Tales of Mystery by Famous Authors of East and West
In Six Volumes
| American English : Scotch English : Irish | French, Italian, Etc. German, Russian, Etc. Oriental : Modern Magic |
New York
The Review of Reviews Company
1907
Translators
whose work is represented in this collection
of "The World's Best Mystery and
Detective Stories," many here
rendered into English for the first time :
"Pointed in Wild Frenzy to the One Sitting Above"
Drawing by Power O'Malley. To illustrate "The Man on the Bottle," by Gustave Meyrink
Library of The World’s Best
Mystery and Detective Stories
Edited by
Julian Hawthorne
German :: Russian :: Scandinavian
| Gustav Meyrink Paul Heyse Ernest Hoffmann Vsevolod Krestovski Otto Larssen | Dietrich Theden Wilhelm Hauff Anton Chekhoff Jörgen Bergsöe Bernhard Ingemann |
| Steen Steensen Blicher ||
New York
The Review of Reviews Company
1907
Copyright, 1907, by
The Review of Reviews Company
Table of Contents
Page
Gustav Meyrink (1868—).
Dietrich Theden
Paul Heyse (1830—).
Wilhelm Hauff (1802–27).
Ernest Theodor Amadeus Hoffmann (1776–1822).
Anton Chekhoff (1860–1904).
Vsevolod Vladimirovitch Krestovski (1840–1895).
Jörgen Wilhelm Bergsöe (1835—).
Otto Larssen.
Bernhard Severin Ingemann (1789–1862).
Steen Steensen Blicher (1782–1848).
This work is in the public domain in the United States because it was published before January 1, 1929.
The longest-living author of this work died in 1934, so this work is in the public domain in countries and areas where the copyright term is the author's life plus 89 years or less. This work may be in the public domain in countries and areas with longer native copyright terms that apply the rule of the shorter term to foreign works.
Public domainPublic domainfalsefalse
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 132/Issue 1708/The Singer's Prize

* THE SINGER'S PRIZE.
* The tall house lowers grimly,
* Deformed by smoke and rain;
* And the bleared sunshine dimly
* Blinks on the window-pane.
* Though sore and numb her fingers,
* And slowly fades the light,
* The girl nor rests nor lingers,
* But sews from morn till night.
* Her bright young face is sunken,
* And fails her gentle breath;
* Her fair young form is shrunken,
* To fit the robes of death.
* And I think of the woodland shadows
* That she has never seen;
* Of the wonder of song in the meadows,
* When all the world is green.
* But now the close lips quiver,
* The nimble hands are slow, —
* The voice she dreams of ever
* Rings in the room below.
* The mad young poet is singing,
* With only a crust to eat;
* But a fountain of light is springing
* Up from the narrow street.
* And whether he sings in sorrow,
* Or whether he sings in glee,
* He hopes that the world to-morrow
* Will list to his melody.
* And I think though his heart were burning
* With words no man e'er said,
* The world would be turning and turning
* If to-morrow he were dead.
* Only, both late and early,
* The girl, as maidens will,
* Dreams when the voice comes clearly
* Up to her window-sill.
* A brave face has she found him,
* A manner frank and gay,
* And long ago has crowned him
* With myrtle wreath or bay.
* A good sword clanging loudly,
* A plume on waving hair,
* A cloak that drapes him proudly,
* Such as the players wear.
* So whether in glee or sadness
* He sings, he has won the prize,
* When he brings the light of gladness
* To a dying maiden's eyes.
* Blackwood's Magazine. J. R. S.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 132/Issue 1708

LITTELL'S LIVING AGE.
| Fifth Series, Volume XVII. | $\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,$ | No. 1708. — March 10, 1877. | $\scriptstyle {\left\{{\begin{matrix}\ \end{matrix}}\right.}$ | From Beginning Vol. CXXXII. |
CONTENTS. :
| I. | A French Critic on Milton, | Quarterly Review, | 579 |
| II. | Carita. By Mrs. Oliphant, author of "Chronicles of Carlingford," "Zaidee," etc. Part XII., | Cornhill Magazine, | 589 |
| III. | Henrietta Maria, | Contemporary Review, | 603 |
| IV. | Green Pastures and Piccadilly. By William Black, author of "The Adventures of a Phaeton," "The Princess of Thule," etc. Part IV., | Examiner, | 619 |
| V. | Wood's Discoveries at Ephesus, | Edinburgh Review, | 626 |
| VI. | Dress in France, | Pall Mall Gazette, | 638 |
POETRY. :
| The Singer's Prize, | 578 | An Ode of Horace, | 578 |
| Two Sonnets, | 578 | | |
| Miscellany, | Miscellany, | Miscellany, | 640 |
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 132/Issue 1708/Miscellany

​The Comet of the Bayeux Tapestry. — There can now remain very little doubt that the grand comet which astonished Europe in the year of the Norman Conquest leading to a multitude of records in the annals of the time, and forming, with its astonished beholders, the subject of embroidery on the celebrated Bayeux tapestry, was the famous body which now bears universally the name of our countryman Halley. Allowing for the peculiar character of Chinese observations of comets, the account they have left us of its track amongst the stars from the beginning of April to the end of the first week in June, 1066, is well represented by elements not differing more from the actual elements of Halley's comet than accumulated effect of perturbation in eight centuries may well explain. If it is assumed that Halley's comet arrived at its least distance from the sun on March 18, its position when discovered by the Chinese in the morning sky on April 2, would be as they record in their sidereal division "Shih," two degrees south of the equator, and distant from the earth rather less than eight-tenths of the earth's mean distance from the sun. Between this date and June 8, or sixty-seven days after discovery, which is the duration of visibility assigned, the comet would make a grand sweep across the sky from the constellation Pegasus into Sextans between Leo and Hydra, or as the Chinese express it, "through fourteen sidereal divisions from Shih to Chang." The imposing aspect of the comet described in European chronicles and confirmed by the Chinese annals, wherein it is compared in brilliancy to Venus, and by exaggeration, no doubt, even to the moon, is fully explained by the circumstances under which Halley's comet must have been observed if in perihelion on March 18. When last seen in China it had receded to one and three-fourths times the earth's distance from the sun.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 132/Issue 1709

LITTELL'S LIVING AGE.
| Fifth Series, Volume XVII. | $\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,$ | No. 1709. — March 17, 1877. | $\scriptstyle {\left\{{\begin{matrix}\ \end{matrix}}\right.}$ | From Beginning Vol. CXXXII. |
CONTENTS. :
| I. | Geographical and Scientific Results of the Arctic Expedition, | Quarterly Review, | 643 |
| II. | Green Pastures and Piccadilly. By William Black, author of "The Adventures of a Phaeton," "The Princess of Thule," etc. Part V., | Examiner, | 665 |
| III. | Edmund Kean, | Temple Bar, | 668 |
| IV. | Our Dog Di, | Macmillan's Magazine, | 677 |
| V. | Charles Kingsley, | Fraser's Magazine, | 683 |
| VI. | The Marquis of Lossie. By George Macdonald, author of "Malcolm," etc. Part XI., | Advance Sheets, | 694 |
| VII. | Lord Derby on Extradition, | Saturday Review, | 700 |
| VIII. | The Ideal of Old Age, | Spectator, | 702 |
POETRY. :
| The Turned Lesson, | 642 | On a Picture by Giorgione, | 642 |
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 132/Issue 1707/Will's Widow

* WILL'S WIDOW.
* It's hard enough for folks to work
* For such a little pay;
* To me it does not matter much,
* Now Will is gone away.
* The bird whose mate is flown afar
* Cares little for her nest:
* For glimpse of distant paradise
* The barest bough serves best.
* A cup of tea and crust of bread
* Are quite enough for me:
* To give me dainties would be waste
* As Will's not here to see;
* Or leastways, if he can look down
* He knows too much to care,
* Knows that it does not signify
* What people eat or wear.
* If I was living in the place
* Where once I lived with Will,
* All going on the same old way,
* But just the house grown still,
* I'm sure Will would seem further off,
* So slowly time would go:
* One needn't sit to watch for death,
* That's sure to come, we know.
* But now I seldom make a moan
* About the sadder part;
* I think the moving of the hands
* Is wholesome for the heart
* For as I stitch, I recollect
* The happy times we had,
* Our courting days, and wedding morn,
* When every one was glad.
* I have Will's bird to sing to me,
* And, lest it pine for trees,
* When Sunday evening's calm and fair
* I take it for a breeze.
* Will's lying not so far from this,
* And that is where we go:
* The little bird cheeps cheerily —
* I fancy it may know.
* Will's buried by the old grey church
* That stands upon the moor,
* And as I can't take Dick inside,
* I listen at the door;
* And every word the parson speaks,
* I seem to hear Will say,
* "That's something good for you, old girl" —
* For that was poor Will's way.
* And all the time as I walk home
* I watch the sun go down;
* It makes our grim old city look
* Like New Jerusalem town.
* And I have such sweet fancies come
* I never had before;
* When you've none else to talk with you,
* I think God talks the more.
* When first Will went, I longed to die,
* But now I wait content;
* As parson says, "When comforts go,
* The Comforter is sent."
* Yet, oh! how glad I'll meet with Will,
* And tell him it came true
* When he said, "Polly, dear old girl,
* God will look after you."
* Cassell's Family Magazine. Isabella Fyvie Mayo.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 132/Issue 1708/Two Sonnets

Also published as To the Friends of Love.
* TWO SONNETS.
* I.
* All love-adepts, all faithful hearts who wear
* In love's sweet prime — his hour of blossoming —
* The full, harmonious colors of his spring,
* O think not when they fail ye shall go bare;
* Take heart, his very mourning still is fair,
* Ay, tho' the world its hail of pity fling,
* Cutting as scorn, no meaner, earthlier thing,
* Can match the royal robe of Love's despair!
* Put on his weeds, then, ye who fear to sleep,
* Because ye fear to wake to grief new-blown;
* Rise, bear sweet spices to the grave, and weep
* Love's balmy tears, there where by Love o'erthrown,
* Death leaves but empty cerements in a heap,
* And Love for love still rolls away the stone.
* II.
* Fair friends of Love, who fear to take his pay,
* Counting his service loss, his joys too brief,
* Too much o'erweighted by his long-drawn grief,
* Try his conclusions, ere ye say him nay.
* What though his servants walk at close of day,
* And hold sad commune o'er some vanished chief,
* Not for love's death, but birth of high belief,
* Their hearts still burn within them by the way.
* They know their love is living, and take shame
* That they one moment sought him with the dead;
* They feel their love immortal, by the flame
* That burns the brighter as it burns unfed.
* So weeping, sing Love's praise, who could reframe
* The universe whence all but love had fled.
* Spectator. Emily Pfeiffer. January 1877.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 132/Issue 1707/The Western Wind

* THE WESTERN WIND.
* Yet on my cheek I feel the western wind,
* And hear it telling to the orchard trees,
* And to the faint and flower-forsaken, bees,
* Tales of fair meadows, green with constant streams,
* And mountains rising blue and cool behind,
* Where in moist dells the purple orchis gleams,
* And starred with white the virgin's bower is twined.
* So the o'erwearied pilgrim, as he fares
* Along life's summer waste, at times is fanned,
* Even at noontide, by the cool, sweet airs
* Of a serener and a holier land,
* Fresh as the morn, and as the dewfall bland.
* Breath of the blessed heaven for which we pray,
* Blow from the eternal hills! — make glad
* Our earthly way!
* John G. Whittier.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 132/Issue 1708/An Ode of Horace

* AN ODE OF HORACE.
* [Horace, Book I., last Ode, beginning, "Persicos odi."]
* To feast in high state
* Like a Persian, I hate;
* Wreaths of linden I care not to braid.
* Then cease, boy, to look
* Through each leafy nook
* For the summer's last rose ere it fade.
* The myrtle alone
* Has a charm all its own;
* I forbid thee aught else to entwine.
* It is fairest for thee,
* It is sweetest for me,
* While I quaff 'neath the close-arching vine.
* Saint Léonard, December 29, 1876.
* Spectator. J. R.
# Life And Letters Of Maria Edgeworth/Volume 1/Letter 27

To MISS CHARLOTTE SNEYD.
DUBLIN, April 2, 1799.
In the paper of to-night you will see my father's farewell speech on the Education Bill.
Some time ago, amongst some hints to the Chairman of the Committee of Education, you sent one which I have pursued: you said that the early lessons for the poor should speak with detestation of the spirit of revenge: I have just finished a little story called "Forgive and Forget," upon this idea. I am now writing one on a subject recommended to me by Dr. Beaufort, on the evils of procrastination; the title of it is "By-and-Bye." I am very much obliged to Bessy and Charlotte for copying the Errata of Practical Education for me, and should be extremely obliged to the whole Committee of Education and Criticism at Edgeworthstown, if they would send corrections to me from their own brains; the same eye (if I may judge by my own) can only see the same things in looking over the book twenty times. Tell Sneyd that there is a political print just come out, of a woman, meant for Hibernia, dressed in orange and green, and holding a pistol in her hand to oppose the Union.

## Footnotes

* ↑ The title was afterwards changed to "To-morrow."
# Life And Letters Of Maria Edgeworth/Volume 1/Letter 26

MARIA to MISS SOPHY RUXTON.
EDGEWORTHSTOWN, Nov. 19, '98.
You have, I suppose, or are conscious that you ought to have, whitlows upon your thumb and all your four fingers for not writing to me! Tell me what you are saying and doing, and above all where you are going. My father has taken me into a new partnership—we are writing a comedy: will you come and see it acted? He is making a charming theatre in the room over his study: it will be twice as large as old Poz's little theatre in the dining-room. My aunt's woollen wig for old Poz is in high estimation in the memory of man, woman, and child here. I give you the play-bill:
To explain illuminatism I refer you to Robinson's book called Proofs of a Conspiracy. It was from this book, which gives a history of the cheats of Freemasonry and Illuminatism, that we took the idea of Count Babelhausen. The book is tiresome, and no sufficient proofs given of the facts, but parts of it will probably interest you.
Lovell has bought a fine apparatus and materials for a course of chemical lectures which he is going to give us. The study is to be the laboratory: I wish you were in it.
In the Monthly Review for October there is this anecdote. After the King of Denmark, who was somewhat silly, had left Paris, a Frenchman, who was in company with the Danish Ambassador, but did not know him, began to ridicule the King—"Ma foi! il a une tête! une tête—" "Couronnée," replied the Ambassador, with presence of mind and politeness. My father, who was much delighted with this answer, asked Lovell, Henry, and Sneyd, without telling the right answer, what they would have said.
    Lovell: "A head—and a heart, sir."
    Henry: "A head—upon his shoulders."
    Sneyd: "A head—of a King."
Tell me which answer you like best. Richard will take your Practical Education to you. *** The play mentioned in the foregoing letter was twice acted in January 1799, with great applause, under the title of Whim for Whim. Mr. Edgeworth's mechanism for the scenery, and for the experiments tried on the children, were most ingenious. Mrs. Edgeworth painted the scenery and arranged the dresses.
The day after the last performance of Whim for Whim, the family went to Dublin for Mr. Edgeworth to attend Parliament, the last Irish Parliament, he having been returned for the borough of St. John's Town, in the County of Longford. In the spring Mrs. Edgeworth and Maria accompanied him to England.
# Life And Letters Of Maria Edgeworth/Volume 1/Letter 2

MARIA to MISS CHARLOTTE SNEYD.
EDGEWORTHSTOWN, Dec. 9, 1787.
I think, my dear Aunt Charlotte, I did not know till Henry returned to us after his six weeks' absence, how very agreeable even a child of his age can make himself, but I am sure that his journey has been productive of so much pleasure to me from the kindness and approbation you have shown, and has left on my mind so full a conviction of your skill in the art of education, that I should part with Henry again to-morrow with infinitely more security and satisfaction than I did two months ago. I was really surprised to see with what ease and alacrity little Henry returned to all his former habits and occupations, and the very slight change that appeared in his manner or mind; nothing seemed strange to him in anything, or anybody about him. When he spoke of you to us he seemed to think that we were all necessarily connected in all our commands and wishes, that we were all one whole—one great polypus soul. I hope my father will tell you himself how much he liked your letter, "the overflowings of a full mind, not the froth of an empty one." *** In 1790 the family group was first broken by the death from consumption, at fifteen, of Honora, the beautiful only daughter of Mrs. Honora Edgeworth.
# Life And Letters Of Maria Edgeworth/Volume 1/Letter 20

To MRS. RUXTON.
1796.
We heard from Lovell last post. He had reached London, and waited immediately on Colonel Brownrigg, who was extremely civil, and said he would present him any day he pleased to the Duke of York. He was delighted with the telegraphic prospect in his journey: from Nettlebed to Long Compton, a distance of fifty miles, he saw plainly. He was afraid that the motion of the stage would have been too violent to agree with his model telegraph—"his pretty, delicate little telly," as Lovell calls it. He therefore indulged her all the way with a seat in a post-chaise, "which I bestowed upon her with pleasure, because I am convinced that, when she comes to stand in the world upon ground of her own, she will be an honour to her guardian, her parents, and her country." *** Miss Edgeworth now began to write some of the stories which were afterwards published under the title of Moral Tales, but which she at first intended as a sequel to The Parent's Assistant; and she began to think of writing Irish Bulls.

## Footnotes

* ↑ Gone to London with Mr. Edgeworth's telegraphic invention.