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# The Tales of Chekhov

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Volumes: :
| Volume I | The Darling and other stories (transcription project) |
| Volume II | The Duel and other stories |
| Volume III | The Lady with the Dog and other stories |
| Volume IV | The Party and other stories |
| Volume V | The Wife and other stories |
| Volume VI | The Witch and other stories (transcription project) |
| Volume VII | The Bishop and other stories |
| Volume VIII | The Chorus Girl and other stories |
| Volume IX | The Schoolmistress and other stories (transcription project) |
| Volume X | The Horse-Stealers and other stories |
| Volume XI | The Schoolmaster and other stories |
| Volume XII | The Cook's Wedding and other stories (transcription project) |
# The Tales of Chekhov/Volume 1

THE TALES OF CHEKHOV
VOL. I.
THE DARLING
AND OTHER STORIES
THE MACMILLAN COMPANY
NEW YORK • BOSTON • CHICAGO • DALLAS ATLANTA • SAN FRANCISCO
MACMILLAN & CO., Limited
LONDON • BOMBAY • CALCUTTA MELBOURNE
THE MACMILLAN CO. OF CANADA, Ltd.
TORONTO
THE DARLING
AND OTHER STORIES
BY ANTON CHEKHOV
FROM THE RUSSIAN BY CONSTANCE GARNETT
WITH INTRODUCTION BY EDWARD GARNETT
New York THE MACMILLAN COMPANY 1917
All rights reserved
Copyright, 1916. By THE MACMILLAN COMPANY
Set up and electrotyped. Published, October, 1916. Reprinted, September, 1917.
CONTENTS
PAGE
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# The Tales of John Oliver Hobbes/The Sinner's Comedy

THE SINNER'S COMEDY
# The Works of H. G. Wells (Atlantic Edition)/The Food of the Gods

This is the version published in The Works of H. G. Wells, volume 5.
THE FOOD OF THE GODS
AND HOW IT CAME TO EARTH
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# The Works of J. W. von Goethe/Volume 9/Departure

DEPARTURE.
With many a thousand kiss not yet content, At length with one kiss I was forced to go; After that bitter parting's depth of woe, I deemed the shore from which my steps I bent,
Its hills, streams, dwellings, mountains, as I went, A pledge of joy, till daylight ceased to glow; Then on my sight did blissful visions glow; In the dim-lighted, distant firmament.
And when at length the sea confined my gaze, My ardent longing filled my heart once more; What I had lost unwillingly I sought. Then Heaven appeared to shed its kindly rays; Methought that all I had possessed of yore Remained still mine—that I was reft of nought.
# The Works of J. W. von Goethe/Volume 9/Depression

DEPRESSION
Roses, ah, how fair ye be! Ye are fading, dying! Ye should with my lady be, On her bosom lying; All your bloom is lost on me, Here despairing, sighing.
Oh, the golden dreams I nursed, Ere I knew thy scorning, When I poured my passion first, And at break of morning, Plucked the rosebuds ere they burst For thy breast's adorning!
Every fruit and floweret rare, To thy feet I bore it. Fondly knelt, to see thee there Bending fondly o'er it. Gazing on thy face so fair, To revere, adore it.
​Roses, ah.! how fair ye be! Ye are fading, dying! Ye should with my lady be, On her bosom lying; All your bloom is lost on me, Here despairing, sighing.
# The Works of J. W. von Goethe/Volume 9/Different Emotions on the Same Spot

DIFFERENT EMOTIONS ON THE SAME SPOT.
THE MAIDEN.
I've seen him before me! What rapture steals o'er me Oh, heavenly sight! He's coming to meet me; Perplexed, I retreat me, With shame take to flight. My mind seems to wander! Ye rocks and trees yonder, Conceal ye my rapture, Conceal my delight!
THE YOUTH.
'Tis here I must find her, 'Twas here she enshrined her, Here vanished from sight. She came, as to meet me, Then fearing to greet me, With shame took to flight. ​Is't hope? Do I wander? Ye rocks and trees yonder, Disclose ye the loved one, Disclose my delight!
THE LANGUISHING.
O'er my sad fate I sorrow, To each dewy morrow, Veiled here from man's sight. By the many mistaken, Unknown and forsaken, Here wing I my flight! Compassionate spirit! Let none ever hear it,— Conceal my affliction, Conceal thy delight!
THE HUNTER.
To-day I'm rewarded; Rich booty's afforded By Fortune so bright. My servant, the pheasants, And hares fit for presents, Takes homeward at night. Here see I enraptured In nets the birds captured!—
Long life to the hunter! Long live his delight!
# The Works of J. W. von Goethe/Volume 9/Distichs

DISTICHS.
Chords are touched by Apollo,—the death-laden bow, too, he bendeth; While he the shepherdess charms, Python he lays in the dust.
What is merciful censure? to make thy faults appear smaller? May be to veil them? No, no! O'er them to raise thee on high!
Democratic food soon cloys on the multitude's stomach; But I'll wager, ere long, other thou'lt give them instead.
What in France has passed by, the Germans continue to practise, For the proudest of men flatters the people and fawns.
Who is the happiest of men? He who values the merits of others, And in their pleasure takes joy, even as though 'twere his own.
Not in the morning alone, not only at mid-day he charmeth; Even at setting, the sun is still the same glorious planet.
# The Works of J. W. von Goethe/Volume 9/Different Threats

DIFFERENT THREATS.
I once into a forest far My maiden went to seek, And fell upon her neck, when: "Ah!" She threatened, "I will shriek!"
Then cried I haughtily: "I'll crush The man that dares come near thee!" "Hush!" whispered she: "my loved one, hush! Or else they'll overhear thee!"
# The Works of J. W. von Goethe/Volume 9/Delight of Sorrow

DELIGHT OF SORROW.
Dry not up, dry not up, Tears shed by love everlasting! Ah! to the eye that half only dried is, How dreary, how dead the world does appear! Dry not up, dry not up, Tears my love unhappy is shedding!
# The Works of J. W. von Goethe/Volume 9/Early Spring

EARLY SPRING.
Come ye so early, Days of delight? Making the hillside Blithesome and bright?
Merrily, merrily, Little brooks rush, Down by the meadow, Under the bush.
Welkin and hilltop, Azure and cool; Fishes are sporting In streamlet and pool.
Birds of gay feather Flit through the grove, Singing together Ditties of love.
Busily coming From moss-covered bowers, Brown bees are humming, Questing for flowers.
Lightsome emotion, Life everywhere; Faint wafts of fragrance Scenting the air.
Now comes there sounding A sough of the breeze, Shakes through the thicket, Sinks in the trees.
​Sinks, but returning, It ruffles my hair; Aid me this rapture, Muses, to bear!
Know ye the passion That stirs in me here? Yester e'en at gloaming Was I with my dear!
# The Works of J. W. von Goethe/Volume 9/Effect at a Distance

EFFECT AT A DISTANCE.
The Queen she stands in her castle's proud hall, Where all brightly the tapers flame; Now hie thee, sir page" (he came at her call), "And fetch me my purse for the game; It lies close at hand On a marble stand." To the palace end quickly away Sped the page without further delay.
​By chance, near the Queen her sherbet did sip A lady, the fairest of all; In shivers the cup fell dashed from her lip,— Ah me, what a terrible fall! Such carelessness! drest In her gala vest! Sped the lady without more delay To the palace end quickly away.
The page as back on his errand he flew, In trouble the fair lady met; Both page and lady, though none of them knew, Their hearts on each other had set. O joy and delight! O fortunate plight! How they fell upon each other's breast! How they kissed and embraced and caressed;
Now severed at last and parted are they! To her room the fair lady ran, Back to the Queen sped the page on his way, Past many a dagger and fan. His vest by the Queen All spotted was seen; From her eyes there was nothing to hide, With the famed Queen of Sheba she vied.
The palace duenna she called aside: "You said in our late wordy war,— And arguments stout and stiff you applied,— That spirit acts not from afar; In presence alone Its traces are shown. But nothing can work from afar,— No, not even a heavenlv star.
​"Now look! But just now where standing we are, Was scattered a sweet beverage, And at the same instant, though distant and far, It spotted the vest of the page.— Go, get newly clad, My heart is made glad; My argument thus for upholding I'll pay, and so save you a scolding."
# The Wonderful Wizard of Oz/Chapter 24

Aunt Em had just come out of the house to water the cabbages when she looked up and saw Dorothy running toward her.
"My darling child!" she cried, folding the little girl in her arms and covering her face with kisses. "Where in the world did you come from?"
"From the Land of Oz," said Dorothy gravely. "And here is Toto, too. And oh, Aunt Em! I'm so glad to be at home again!"
THE END
# The Times/1912/Obituary/John Joseph Knight Hutchin

Source: The Times (London, England), Thursday, Oct 10, 1912; pg. 9; Issue 40026. — The Rev. J. J. K. Hutchin.
The Rev. J. J. K. Hutchin
The Rev. J. J. K. Hutchin, whose death was briefly recorded in The Times of Monday, was the senior missionary of the London Missionary Society in Rarotonga, New Zealand.
Mr. Hutchin, who was 55 years of age, was the son of a Congregational minister at Newport, Essex, and had been engaged in missionary work in Rarotonga for 30 years. He was instrumental in influencing Makea the principal chieftainess of the Cook Islands, to apply for British protection and afterwards for the annexation of the group of islands by Great Britain. He was principal of a training college for native ministers and missionaries, and many of his students have gone as missionaries to new Guinea. He also edited the Rarotonga newspaper, Te Karere, and did a great deal of translation work. When spending a holiday with his relatives at Saffron Walden last year he was engaged in revising a translation of the Bible in the Rarotonga language, in translating other works for his students, and in preparing a dictionary of Polynesian dialects for the Polynesian Society.
This work was published in 1912 and is anonymous or pseudonymous due to unknown authorship. It is in the public domain in the United States as well as countries and areas where the copyright terms of anonymous or pseudonymous works are 111 years or less since publication.
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# The Times/1912/Obituary/John Walter Sherer

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Source: The Times Monday, Jan 01, 1912; pg. 11; Issue 39783 — Obituary. Mr. J. W. Sherer.
Name should be John Walter Sherer, as noted in follow-up article.
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Mr. J. W. Sherer
The death took place at Bath on Saturday of Mr. John William Sherer, C.S.I., who was a member of the Bengal Civil Service when the India Mutiny broke out.
He joined Sir Henry Havelock's force in the advance on Cawnpore, and rendered services for which he received a letter of cordial thanks from Sir James Outram and was decorated with the Star of India. Mr. Sherer claimed that he and Bews were among the first to see the well of Cawnpore, and that he had the well filled in. He was appointed the first magistrate of Cawnpore, and afterwards became Judge of Mirzapore. He was twice married, his first wife was Louisa, daughter of Sir Henry Byng Harington, and his second, Annie, youngest daughter of Colonel Edward Watson, of the Bengal Army. He leaves four sons and five daughters. His eldest son, Mr. Walter Moyle Sherer, was names after a great-uncle, Moyle Sherer, who fought in the Peninsula under Wellington. The other three are officers serving in the Army. Mr. Sherer would have completed his 88th year had he lived until yesterday.
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# The Times/1912/News/New Railway Director

George Herbert Murray (1849-1936) Source: The Times, Saturday, Mar 23, 1912; Issue 39854; pg. 17; col D — New Railway Director.
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New Railway Director
The board of the London and South-Western Railway has elected the Right Hon. Sir George Herbert Murray, G.C.B., a director of the company, in the place of Mr. William Grant, deceased.
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# The Times/1912/Obituary/Frank Thomas Marzials

Frank Thomas Marzials (1840-1912) Source: Obituary. The Times, Thursday, Feb 15, 1912; Issue 39822; pg. 9; col E
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Sir Frank Thomas Marzials, C.B., formerly Accountant-General of the Army, died yesterday at his residence, 9, Ladbroke-square, Notting-hill, W., after having been in failing health for some months.
Sir Frank Marzials, who was born at Lille in 1840, was the son of the Rev. A. T. Marzials, and was descended from an old French family. He was educated at his father's school and entered the War Office during the Crimean War, becoming Accountant-General of the Army in 1898. He was decorated for his long service in 1902 and knighted upon his retirement in 1904. He was a member of the Patriotic Fund Corporation, a member of the Council of Queen's College, Harley-street, and a vice-president of the London Library, in which he had taken a great interest for many years.
It was by his literary and biographical studies that Sir Frank Marzials was most widely known. He had a very extensive knowledge of both French and English literature and a keen sense of appreciation which rendered him peculiarly fitted to be co-editor of the series of Great Writers. Fir this he wrote the Lives of Dickens and Victor Hugo and collaborated in the Life of Thackeray, for whose work he felt a special admiration. Besides many literary articles and reviews and a collection of sonnets, he also wrote biographies of Gambetta, Robert Browning, and Molière, and translated the chronicles of Villehardouin and Joinvile. Sir Frank Marzials was a man in who kinliness predominated, and in recent years he was strikingly venerable appearance. He was twice married; his first wife died in 1874, and in 1885 he married the daughter of the late Major Finnemore, R.A., who survives him. He leaves a son and a daughter by his first marriage and two daughters by his second.
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# The Times/1912/Obituary/Henry Leigh Bennett

Henry Leigh Bennett (1833-1912) Source: Obituary. The Times, Wednesday, Feb 21, 1912; Issue 39827; pg. 11; col D — Canon H. L. Bennett.
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The death of Canon Henry Leigh Bennett took place at Leamington yesterday.
Canon Bennett, who was born in 1833, was the second son of the late Rev. E. Leigh Bennett, vicar of Long Sutton, Lincolnshire. After being at Rugby he went to Corpus Christi College, Oxford, and took his degree in the Second Class in Lit. Hum. in 1855. He also obtained the second Ellerton Theological Prize. He was ordained deacon by the Bishop of Norwich (Dr. Hinds) in 1856m and served in the curacies of Burgh Castle, Suffolk, and Lutton and Long Sutton in Lincolnshire. In 1868 he was appointed to the vicarage of St. Peter, Mansfield, which he left in 1873 to become vicar of Scarrington, Notts. In the same year the Bishop of Lincoln (Dr. Christopher Wordsworth) appointed him Prebendary of Kilsby in Lincoln Cathedral. Two years later he was preferred to the rectory of Thrybergh, Yorkshire, where he remained until 1900. His last benefice was St. Mary Magadalene, Lincoln, from which he retired in 1904. Canon Bennett was appointed Rural Dean of Bingham in 1874, but resigned his office a year later on his removal to Yorkshire. He was Rural Dean of Rotherham from 1881 to 1895. He was the author of a Life of Archbishop Rotherham published in 1801.
In 1871 Canon Bennett married Miss Grace Granville, daughter of the Rev. J. Granville Granville rector of Pleasley. Notts, who, together with four sons and three daughters, survives him.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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# The Times/1912/Obituary/James Beresford Atlay

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Source: Obituary. The Times, Saturday, Nov 23, 1912; Issue 40064; pg. 11; col C — Mr. J. B. Atlay.
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We regret to announce that Mr. James Beresford Atlay, a well-known man of letters, died yesterday.
He was born in 1860 at Leeds, of which town his father, afterwards Bishop of Hereford, was the highly-valued vicar. Young Atlay went to Wellington College, and in due course became head of the school and Queen's Medallist, and in 1879 he obtained an open scholarship at Oriel College, Oxford. He did well at the university, but distinguished himself rather in general and historical subjects than in pure scholarship, and in 1883 he obtained a first class in Modern History. In 1887 he was called to the Bar, and in the following year was appointed Registrar of the Diocese of Hereford, a post which he retained until 1910. His work henceforth lay chiefly in in legal and biographical publications among which may be mentioned "The Trial of Lord Cochrane" (1897), "Famous Trials of the 19th Century" (1899), and the most important book, more or less continuing Lord Campbell's celebrated work, "Lives of the Victorian Chancellors" (two volumes). He also, mindful of his time at Oxford, wrote the authorized Life of Sir Henry Acland, better known as the "Dr. Acland" who was the friend of Liddell, Ruskin, and other eminent men, and head of his profession in Oxford and its neighbourhood; and the authorized Life of Bishop E. R. Wilberforce, published this year. Mr. Atlay also edited the two standard books on International Law by Hall and Wheaton. In later years he was much employed as a "reader: by Messrs. Smith, Elder and was a copious and very useful contributor to the Dictionary of National Biography. In 1910 he was made a Special Commissioner of Income-tax.
The funeral will be at Brookwood on Tuesday, after service at Holy Trinity, Sloane-street, at 10.15.
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# The Works of Lord Byron (ed. Coleridge, Prothero)/Poetry/Volume 7/To Penelope

TO PENELOPE.
January 2, 1821.
This day, of all our days, has done The worst for me and you:— 'T is just six years since we were one, And five since we were two.
November 5, 1820. [First published, Medwin's Conversations, 1824, p. 106.]
# The Works of Lord Byron (ed. Coleridge, Prothero)/Poetry/Volume 7/To Thomas Moore (1)

TO THOMAS MOORE.
WRITTEN THE EVENING BEFORE HIS VISIT TO MR. LEIGH HUNT IN HORSEMONGER LANE GAOL, MAY 19, 1813.
Oh you, who in all names can tickle the town, Anacreon, Tom Little, Tom Moore, or Tom Brown,— For hang me if I know of which you may most brag, Your Quarto two-pounds, or your Two-penny Post Bag;
But now to my letter—to yours 't is an answer— To-morrow be with me, as soon as you can, sir, ​
Sir George Sinclair, Bart. M.P. as a boy. From a painting after Raeburn in the possession of Sir Tollemach Sinclair.
​All ready and dressed for proceeding to spunge on (According to compact) the wit in the dungeon— Pray Phœbus at length our political malice May not get us lodgings within the same palace! I suppose that to-night you're engaged with some codgers, And for Sotheby's Blues have deserted Sam Rogers; And I, though with cold I have nearly my death got, Must put on my breeches, and wait on the Heathcote; But to-morrow, at four, we will both play the Scurra, And you'll be Catullus, the Regent Mamurra.
[First published, Letters and Journals, 1830, i. 401.]
* ↑ [Moore's "Intercepted Letters; or, The Twopenny Post-Bag, By Thomas Brown, the Younger," was published in 1813.]
* ↑ [James Henry Leigh Hunt (1784-1859) was imprisoned February, 1813, to February, 1815, for a libel on the Prince Regent, published in the Examiner, March 12, 1812.—Letters, 1898, ii. 205-208, note 1.]
* ↑ [For "Sotheby's Blues," see Introduction to The Blues, Poetical Works, 1901, iv. 570, et ibid., 579, 580.]
* ↑ [Katherine Sophia Manners was married in 1793 to Sir Gilbert Heathcote. See Letters, 1898, ii. 402, 406.]
* ↑ [See Catullus, xxix. 1-4— "Quis hoc potest videre? quis potest pati, Nisi impudicus et vorax et aleo, Mamurram habere, quod Comata Gallia Habebat uncti et ultima Britannia?" etc.]
# The Works of Lord Byron (ed. Coleridge, Prothero)/Poetry/Volume 7/To Dives. A Fragment

[TO DIVES. A FRAGMENT.]
Unhappy Dives! in an evil hour 'Gainst Nature's voice seduced to deeds accurst! Once Fortune's minion now thou feel'st her power; Wrath's vial on thy lofty head hath burst. In Wit, in Genius, as in Wealth the first, How wondrous bright thy blooming morn arose! But thou wert smitten with th' unhallowed thirst Of Crime unnamed, and thy sad noon must close In scorn and solitude unsought the worst of woes.
1809. [First published, Lord Byron's Works, 1833, xvii. 241.]
# The Works of Lord Byron (ed. Coleridge, Prothero)/Poetry/Volume 7/To George Anson Byron (?)

[TO GEORGE ANSON BYRON(?)]
1.
And, dost thou ask the reason of my sadness? Well, I will tell it thee, unfeeling boy! ​'T was ill report that urged my brain to madness, 'T was thy tongue's venom poisoned all my joy.
2.
The sadness which thou seest is not sorrow; My wounds are far too deep for simple grief; The heart thus withered, seeks in vain to borrow From calm reflection, comfort or relief.
3.
The arrow's flown, and dearly shalt thou rue it; No mortal hand can rid me of my pain: My heart is pierced, but thou canst not subdue it— Revenge is left, and is not left in vain.
? 1816. [First published, Nicnac, March 25, 1823.]