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Produced by Marilynda FraserCunliffe Anne Storer and theOnline Distributed Proofreading Team at httpwwwpgdpnetThis file was made using scans of public domain works inthe International Childrens Digital LibraryIllustration THE BARBADOES GIRL A Tale for Young People BY MRS HOFLAND AUTHOR OFTHE CLERGYMANS WIDOW THE SISTERS BLIND FARMER AFFECTIONATE BROTHERS ELLEN THE TEACHER GOOD GRANDMOTHER MERCHANTS WIDOW ETC ETC ETC The indulgence of passion makes bitter work for repentance and produces afeeble old age BACONAs violent contrary winds endanger a ship so it is with turbulent emotionsin the mind whereas such as are favourable awaken the understanding keepin motion the will and make the whole man more vigorous ADDISON _A NEW EDITION REVISED_ BOSTON CHASE AND NICHOLS 43 WASHINGTON STREET 1863 THE BARBADOES GIRLCHAPTER IAs Mr Harewood was one evening sitting with his wife and children he toldthem that he expected soon to receive among them the daughter of a friendwho had lately died in the West IndiesMr Harewoods family consisted of his wife two sons and a daughter theeldest named Edmund was about twelve years of age Charles the secondwas scarcely ten and Ellen the daughter had just passed her eighthbirthday they were all sensible affectionate children but a littledifferent in disposition the eldest being grave and studious the secondlively and active and as he was nearer to Ellens age she was ofteninclined to romp with him when she should have minded her book but shewas so fond of her mamma and was educated with such a proper sense of theduty and obedience she owed her that a word or a look never failed torestrain the exuberance of her spiritsChildren are alike naturally curious and fond of society the momenttherefore Mr Harewood mentioned their expected guest every one hadsome question to ask respecting her but as Ellens was uttered with mostmildness and modesty she was first answered and her brother Charlestaking this hint listened quietly to the following conversation notjoining in it till he felt that he had a right to do so from havingpractised a forbearance that cost him some effort_Ellen_Pray papa what is this little girls name and how old is she_Father_She is called Matilda Sophia Hanson her father was a man ofgood fortune and she is an only child I believe however his affairs arein an unsettled state as her mother is under the necessity of remainingsome time in the country in order to settle them It is at her earnestrequest that I have been prevailed upon to accept the charge of herdaughter I believe she is about a year younger than you but as the growthof people in warm countries is more rapid than in this I expect to see herquite as tall and forward as you Ellen_Ellen_But dear papa how will she get here from a place on the otherside of the globe I mean who will bring her for I know of course thatshe must come in a ship_Father_She will be attended by a negro servant who has always waitedupon her and who will return after she is safely landed I suppose_Ellen_Poor thing how she will cry when she leaves her own dear mammawhen she is to cross the wide sea and then again when she parts with hergood nurse I dare say she will kiss her very fondly though she is ablack_Charles_Oh she will forget her sorrow when she sees so many thingsthat are quite new to her Im afraid shell think Ellen and us boys verysilly ignorant creatures compared to her who has seen so much of theworld upon my word we must be all upon our good behaviour_Father_I hope you will behave well not merely from consciousinferiority but because you would be both impolite and unkind if youomitted any thing in your power that could render a stranger happy who isso entirely thrown upon our protectionone too who has lost a fondfather and is parted from a tender mother_Edmund_But papa as Miss Hanson is coming to England for educationand is yet very young surely Charles must be wrong in supposing that sheis wiser or I ought to say better informed than we are since it isutterly improbable that she

Produced by Susan Skinner Jordan and the Online DistributedProofreading Team at httpwwwpgdpnetTranscribers Note This text is intended for users whose text readerscannot use the real unicodeutf8 version of the file Charactersthat could not be fully displayed have been represented using thefollowing schemex represents the any character x with a macron aboveThe oe ligature is represented by the two characters oeTHE SCOTTISH REFORMATIONIllustration Handwritten yrs always cordially Alex F MitchellTHESCOTTISH REFORMATIONIts Epochs Episodes Leaders andDistinctive CharacteristicsBeing the Baird Lecture for 1899BY THE LATEALEXANDER F MITCHELL DD LLDEMERITUS PROFESSOR OF CHURCH HISTORYIN ST ANDREWS UNIVERSITYEDITED BYD HAY FLEMING LLD_WITH A BIOGRAPHICAL SKETCH OF THE AUTHORBY JAMES CHRISTIE DD_WILLIAM BLACKWOOD AND SONSEDINBURGH AND LONDONMDCCCCPREFACEFew men have shown more indomitable application to an arduous duty amidphysical weakness and bodily pain than did the author of these Lecturesin their preparation and revision In the MS there are a goodly numberof additions and minute alterations in his own handsome of them verytremulous some of them in ink some of them in pencil He intended torevise them still more carefully ere they were published but expressedthe desire that if he were not spared to do so I would see themthrough the press The Master whom he served so long and so faithfullyhaving released him from the work he loved so well and from thesuffering he so patiently endured the final revision has devolved uponmeOn the suggestion of Professor Robertson the book has been arranged inchapters The sixth lecture having temporarily gone amissing before itsdelivery Dr Mitchell prepared a rescension of it The original and therescension are now combined in chapter x He intended to devote an extralecture to Alesius and another to Andrew Melville but unfortunatelywas unable The chapter on Alesius is therefore taken from two of hisclasslectures some of the longer extracts being thrown intoappendices and a few passages being slightly compressed This is atonce the fullest and the best account of Alesius that has yet beenpublished The facts concerning Melville in chapter x are supplementedto a small extent in the paper quoted in Appendix AComparatively few of the authorities were entered in the MS when it wasplaced in my hands I have filled in many and have taken care inalmost every instance where volume and page are given to check thequotations with the originals My notes and my additions to DrMitchells notes are enclosed within square brackets but when I havemerely supplied authorities they are not so distinguished The listwhich he had drawn up of the works of Alesius was partly in an obsoleteform of shorthand which to me was quite undecipherable Having beenprivileged to examine a good many of these rare treatises in variouspublic libraries I have been able though only to an inconsiderabledegree to supplement the list these additions being marked like thosein the notes and other appendices In revising the Lectures themselvesI have corrected a number of trifling slips but have made no alterationof which Dr Mitchell would not have cordially approved had his attentionbeen drawn to itIn preparing the Lectures Dr Mitchell availed himself of elaboratearticles he had written at various times for periodicals and otherpublications The present volume is valuable in several ways not theleast of these being that it embodies on many obscure and importantpoints the matured views of one of the most competent and cautious ofhistorical studentsof one who grudged no time and spared no labour ineliciting and elucidating the truthD H F_December 1899_Illustration signed yrs always cordially Alex F MitchellTHE SCOTTISH REFORMATION CONTENTS PAGEBIOGRAPHICAL SKETCH OF DR MITCHELL xiiiCHAPTER ITHE NATURE AND NEED OF THE REFORMATION 1CHAPTER IIPATRICK HAMILTON 19CHAPTER IIITHE OPPRESSED AND THE OPPRESSORS 34CHAPTER IVGEORGE WISHART 56CHAPTER VKNOX AS LEADER OF OUR REFORMATION 79CHAPTER VITHE OLD SCOTTISH CONFESSION OF 1560 99CHAPTER VIITHE BOOK OF COMMON ORDER

Produced by Audrey Longhurst Christine P Travers and theOnline Distributed Proofreading Team at httpwwwpgdpnetTranscribers note Obvious printers errors have been correctedall other inconsistencies are as in the original Authors spellinghas been maintainedProbable typoPages named by the author are under the format p xxOriginal pagination of the book have been kept under theformat pxxxMissing page numbers correspond to blank pagesPage numbers corresponding to full page illustrationswhich have been inserted in the caption of the illustrationmay seem out of order the illustration having been moved outof the paragraphThe illustrations of the page 31 and 89 share their captionswith the illustration above them THE MOUNTAIN THAT WAS GOD BEING A LITTLE BOOK ABOUT THE GREAT PEAK WHICH THE INDIANS NAMED TACOMA BUT WHICH IS OFFICIALLY CALLED RAINIER By JOHN H WILLIAMS _O rarest miracle of mountain heights Thou hast the sky for thy imperial dome And dwellst among the stars all days and nights In the far heavens familiarly at home_ William Hillis Wynn Mt Tacoma an Apotheosis Second Edition revised and greatly enlarged with 190 illustrations including eight colored halftones TACOMA JOHN H WILLIAMS NEW YORK G P PUTNAMS SONS LONDON 1911Illustration Copyright 1905 By Kiser Photo CoGreat Crevasses in the upper part of Cowlitz GlacierCopyright 1910 1911 by John H Williamsp007Illustration On the summit of Eagle Rock in winterBoys looking over an 800foot precipiceFOREWORDEvery summer there is demand for illustrated literature describing themountain variously called Rainier or Tacoma Hitherto we have hadonly small collections of pictures without text and confined to thefamiliar south and southwest sidesThe little book which I now offer aims to show the grandest and mostaccessible of our extinct volcanoes from all points of view Like theglacial rivers its text will be found a narrow stream flowing swiftlyamidst great mountain scenery Its abundant illustrations cover notonly the giants fairyland south of the peak but also the equallystupendous scenes that await the adventurer who penetrates the hardertrails and climbs the greater glaciers of the north and east slopesThe title adopted for the book has reference of course to the Indiannature worship of which something is said in the opening chapterBoth the title and a small part of the matter are reprinted from anarticle which I contributed last year to the _New York Evening Post_Attention is called to the tangle in the names of glaciers and theneed of a definitive nomenclature As to the name of the Mountainitself that famous bone of contention between two cities I greatlyprefer Tacoma one of the several authentic forms of the Indian nameused by different tribes but I believe that Tahoma proposed by theRotary Club of Seattle would be a justifiable compromise and satisfynearly everybody Its adoption would free our national map from onemore of its meaningless namesthe name in this case of anundistinguished foreign naval officer whose only connection with ourhistory is the fact that he fought against us during the AmericanRevolution Incidentally it would also free me from the need of anapology for using the hybrid RainierTacoma Many of theillustrations show wide reaches of wonderful country and theirdetails may well be studied with a reading glassI am much indebted to the librarians and their courteous assistants atthe Seattle and Tacoma public libraries also to Prof Flett for hisinteresting account of the flora of the National Park to Mr EugeneRicksecker of the United States Engineer Corps for permission toreproduce his new map of the Park now printed for the first timeand most of all to the photographers both professional and amateurIn the table of illustrations credit is given the maker of eachphotograph The book is sent out in the hope of promoting a widerknowledge of our countrys noblest landmark May it lead many of itsreaders to delightful days of recreation and adventure Tacoma June 1 1910 J H WSecond EditionThe text has been carefully revised much new matteradded and the information for tourists brought to date Theillustrations have been rearranged and more p008 than fifty newones included Views of the west and south sides mainly occupy thefirst half of the book while the later pages carry the reader eastand north from the Nisqually countryNearly five thousand negatives and photographs have now been examinedin selecting copy for the engravers In the table of illustrations Iam glad to place the names of

Produced by Suzanne ShellGraeme Mackreth and the OnlineDistributed Proofreading Team at httpwwwpgdpnetTHE STORY OF A CANNONEER UNDER STONEWALL JACKSONIllustration GENERAL STONEWALL JACKSONFRONTISPIECEThe Story of a CannoneerUnder Stonewall JacksonIN WHICH IS TOLD THE PART TAKEN BY THEROCKBRIDGE ARTILLERY IN THE ARMYOF NORTHERN VIRGINIABYEDWARD A MOOREOf the Rockbridge ArtilleryWITH INTRODUCTIONS BYCAPT ROBERT E LEE JR and HON HENRYST GEORGE TUCKER_Fully Illustrated by Portraits_NEW YORK AND WASHINGTONTHE NEALE PUBLISHING COMPANY1907Copyright 1907 byE A MOORETO MY COMRADESOF THEROCKBRIDGE ARTILLERYCONTENTS PAGEIntroduction by Capt Robert E Lee Jr 13Introduction by Henry St George Tucker 15IWashington CollegeLexingtonVirginia MilitaryInstitute 19IIEntering the ServiceMy First BattleBattle ofKernstown 25IIIThe RetreatCedar CreekGeneralAshbySkirmishesMcGaheysville 34IVSwift Run GapReorganization of the BatteryWadingin the MudCrossing and Recrossing the Blue RidgeBattleof McDowellReturn to the Valley 43VBridgewaterLuray ValleyFront RoyalFollowingGeneral BanksNight MarchBattle ofWinchesterBankss Retreat 52VICapturing Federal CavalryCharlestownExtraordinaryMarch 60VIIGeneral Jackson Narrowly Escapes Being Capturedat Port RepublicContest Between Confederatesand Federals for Bridge over Shenandoah 66VIIIBattle of Port Republic 72IXFrom Browns Gap to StauntonFrom Stauntonto RichmondCold HarborGeneral Lee VisitsHis Son in the Battery 77XGeneral Jackson Compliments the BatteryMalvernHillMy Visit to Richmond 86XIFrom Richmond to GordonsvilleBattle of CedarRunDeath of General WinderDeserters ShotCrossthe Rappahannock 93XIICapture of Railroad Trains at Manassas JunctionBattlewith Taylors New Jersey BrigadeNight March by Light ofBurning Cars 102XIIICircuitous Night MarchFirst Day of SecondManassasArrival of Longstreets Corps 110XIVThe Second Battle of ManassasIncidents andScenes on the Battlefield 117XVBattle of ChantillyLeesburgCrossing the Potomac 125XVIMarylandMy Day in Frederick City 130XVIIReturn to VirginiaInvestment and Capture

Produced by Stephen Hope and the Online DistributedProofreading Team at httpwwwpgdpnetTHE PANAMA CANAL CONFLICTBETWEEN GREAT BRITAIN ANDTHE UNITED STATES OF AMERICACAMBRIDGE UNIVERSITY PRESSLondon FETTER LANE E CC F CLAY ManagerEdinburgh 100 PRINCES STREETLondon STEVENS AND SONS Ltd119 and 120 CHANCERY LANEBerlin A ASHER AND COLeipzig F A BROCKHAUSNew York G P PUTNAMS SONSBombay and Calcutta MACMILLAN AND CO Ltd_All rights reserved_THE PANAMA CANAL CONFLICTBETWEEN GREAT BRITAIN ANDTHE UNITED STATES OF AMERICAA STUDYBYL OPPENHEIM M A LL DWhewell Professor of International Law in the University of CambridgeHonorary Member of the Royal Academy of Jurisprudence at Madrid Memberof the Institute of International LawSECOND EDITIONCambridgeat the University Press1913CambridgePRINTED BY JOHN CLAY M AAT THE UNIVERSITY PRESSPREFACE TO THE SECOND EDITIONTo my great surprise the publishers inform me that the first editionof my modest study on the Panama Canal conflict between Great Britainand the United States is already out of print and that a second editionis at once required As this study had been written before thediplomatic correspondence in the matter was available the idea istempting now to rewrite the essay taking into account the argumentsproffered in Sir Edward Greys despatch to the British Ambassador atWashington of November 14 1912see Parliamentary Paper Cd 6451andin answer thereto in Mr Knoxs despatch to the American ChargédAffaires in London of January 17 1913see Parliamentary Paper Cd6585 But apart from the fact that the immediate need of a secondedition does not permit me time to rewrite the work it seemedadvisable to reprint the study in its original form correcting onlysome misprints and leaving out the footnote on page 5 It had beenwritten _sine ira et studio_ and without further information thanthat which could be gathered from the ClaytonBulwer Treaty theHayPauncefote Treaty the HayVarilla Treaty the Panama Canal Actand the Memorandum which President Taft left when signing that ActHence the reader is presented with a study which is absolutelyindependent of the diplomatic correspondence and he can exercise hisown judgment in comparing my arguments with those set forth _pro etcontra_ the British interpretation of the HayPauncefote Treaty inthe despatches of Sir Edward Grey and Mr KnoxL OCambridge_February 15 1913_CONTENTS I Article III No 1 of the HayPauncefote Treaty of 1901 andSection 5 of the American Panama Canal Act of 1912 pp 56TheMemorandum of President Taft pp 79The interpretation of ArticleIII of the HayPauncefote Treaty preferred by the United States pp911 II The claim of the United States that she has granted the use ofthe Panama Canal under a conditional mostfavourednation clause pp1114The United States has never possessed the power of refusing togrant the use of the Panama Canal to vessels of foreign nations onterms of entire equality p 15Such use is the condition under whichGreat Britain consented to the substitution of the HayPauncefoteTreaty for the ClaytonBulwer Treaty p 16 III If the use of the Panama Canal by vessels of foreign nationswere derived from mostfavourednation treatment the United Stateswould not be bound to submit to the rules of Article III Nos 26 ofthe HayPauncefote Treaty p 17The Panama Canal would then lose itsneutral character and would be in danger of eventually being made thetheatre of war p 18But it is the intention of the HayPauncefoteTreaty permanently to neutralise the Panama Canal p 18The threeobjects of the neutralisation of an Inter Oceanic Canal pp 1920Isthe United States under the HayPauncefote Treaty subjected to moreonerous conditions than Turkey and Egypt are under the Suez CanalTreaty pp 2022 IV Six reasons for the untenability of the American interpretationof Article III No 1 of the HayPauncefote Treaty p 23Thestipulation of Article VIII of the ClaytonBulwer Treaty p 23Themotive for and the condition of the substitution of the HayPauncefoteTreaty for the ClaytonBulwer Treaty p 24The rules of the SuezCanal Treaty which serve as the basis of the neutralisation of thePanama Canal p 25Literal meaning of the words all nations p26Importance of Article IV of the HayPauncefote Treaty p 26Thevarious contingencies contemplated by Article II of the same treaty p27 V The American contention that the exemption of American coastingtrade vessels from the payment of canal tolls does not discriminateagainst foreign vessels p 29Every vessel shall bear a proportionatepart of the cost of the Panama Canal p 30Meaning of the termcoasting trade as upheld by the United States pp 3033Coastingtrade vessels of the United States can trade with Mexican and SouthAmerican ports p 33Any special favour to a particular nationinvolves discrimination against other nations p 34 VI Is the United States prevented from refunding to her vessels thetolls levied upon them for use in the Panama Canal pp 3435Differenceof such refunding from exempting the vessels concerned from the paymentof tolls p 35 VII Prominent members of the Senate and many American newspaperscondemn the special privileges granted to American vessels by thePanama Canal Act p 36The defeated Bard Amendment of 1900 p 37VIII Two schools of thought concerning the relations betweenInternational and Municipal Law p 38The maxim that InternationalLaw overrules Municipal Law p 39The doctrine that International andMunicipal Law are two essentially different bodies of law p 39Thetwo maxims of the practice of the American Courts pp 4042PresidentTafts message to Congress suggesting a resolution which would haveempowered the American Courts to decide the question as to whetherSection 5 of the Panama Canal Act violates Article III No 1 of theHayPauncefote Treaty pp 4244 IX The Panama Canal conflict and the BritishAmerican ArbitrationTreaty pp 4445Does the term interests mean advantages orrights p 46_Pacta tertiis nec nocent nec prosunt_ p 47Theexemption of the vessels of the Republic of Panama from payment oftolls pp 4850 X Why it must be expected that the Panama Canal conflict will besettled by arbitration pp 5152Mr Thomas Willing Balchs letterto the _New York Sun_ pp 5357IThe Panama Canal conflict is due to the fact that the Governments ofGreat Britain and the United States do not agree upon theinterpretation of Article III No 1 of the HayPauncefote Treaty ofSeptember 18 1901 which stipulates as follows The Canal shall be free and open

Produced by Jason Isbell Ted Garvin and the OnlineDistributed Proofreading Team at httpwwwpgdpnet Men of the Kingdom Peter the Hermit A STORY OF ENTHUSIASM _By_ DANIEL A GOODSELL A Bishop of the Methodist Episcopal Church CINCINNATI JENNINGS AND GRAHAM NEW YORK EATON AND MAINS COPYRIGHT 1906 BY JENNINGS AND GRAHAMPREFACEOriginal material for a biography of Peter the Hermit either does notexist in this country or if here does not yield itself readily toknowledge and use The Life of Peter the Hermit by DOutremant andanother by André Thevet on which Michaud draws heavily seem beyondreach as are also the histories of the Crusades by von Raumer andMaunbourgOn examining a number of English and American Histories of theCrusades I found them to be largely abridgments or paraphrases ofMichauds monumental workIt is then from Michaud and Milman chiefly that the writer has drawnthe facts herein recorded having often found it necessary to chastenthe too pronounced Roman sympathies of Michaud by the equally pronouncedProtestantism of Milman To these authors I am so much indebted as tocall for the fullest acknowledgment The Rev Dr J A FaulknerProfessor in Drew Theological Seminary has put me under greatobligations by permitting me to use Hagenmeyers Life of Peterespecially valuable to the early and late parts of Peters lifeBROOKLINE _June 1906_CONTENTS CHAPTER PAGE I PETER THE HERMIT 7 II THE MAN AND HIS MESSAGE 25III THE MARCH AND THE BATTLE 44 IV THE CAPTURE OF JERUSALEM 82Peter the HermitCHAPTER IPETER THE HERMITTHE FOREGROUNDThe great movements called the Crusades followed the leading ofuniversal religious instinctsSidenote _The Cause of Pilgrimages_Sidenote _Belong to all Religions_Sidenote _The Impulse of Today_Sidenote _Pilgrimages and Historic Memory_Wherever a great leader has been born has taught has suffered diedor been buried the feet of his followers have been glad to stand Atsuch spots religious emotions are revived holy influences are believedto be absorbed and a sense of nearness to the prophets of God acquiredWhatever the teacher wore used or even looked upon became a treasurethrough its relation to him In India pilgrimages to holy shrinesrivers and cities have been works of merit even from prehistorictimes The same is true of China as to temples tombs springs andmountain summits Devotees of later religions like that of Mahomethave their Meccas as the Roman Church has her Loretto and her LourdesThe murder of Thomas á Becket was followed by the Canterburypilgrimages immortalized by Chaucer From the lowest Fetichism up toChristianity itself this general and unconquerable propensity has eitherbeen sanctioned by religion or sprung up out of it1 Humanity leansmore readily on the Incarnate Savior than on Him who was before theworld was Today the devout Christian feels the impulse to walk wherethe Master walked to behold the sea which He stilled to sit by thewell where He preached to pray in the garden of His agony and to standon the summit above which He shone And if his faith can be assured asto the site of Calvary the great tragedy loses all historical dimnessand is made real visible and present though its story be read throughpenitent tears The place suggests the man the man suggests the DivineMan He seems nearer when we worship where an apostle said My Lord andmy GodSidenote _The East the Fountain of Religions_Sidenote _Influence of Magna Græcia_The East has always been the fountain of religions to the European mindTo the westward flowed the stream of doctrines which sprang up in theOrient We are beginning to see that Greece came to many of her godsthrough instruction from the Asiatic continent and that her originalityin religion lay chiefly in her refinement of nature worship and in thebeautiful marble forms in which Greek genius enshrined her divinitiesFrom Greece the stream reached Italy in Magna Græcia and later by theadoption through Roman assimilation of the gods of the Greek PantheonThe worship of Isis and Osiris came from Egypt to Rome and became aninfluential cult there as witness the abounding symbols of that worshipstill preserved in the Capitoline MuseumSidenote _The Charm of Judea to Christians_To the Christian no land could be so full of religious suggestionsremembrances and associations as Judea France Spain Italy Britainwere no sooner Christianized in any degree than pilgrims began to setout for the Jordan for Bethlehem for Jerusalem with its Gethsemaneits Calvary and its Holy Sepulcher Those who were taught that blessingcame by the work wrought especially when the years prophesied a briefspace of life left

Produced by Marilynda FraserCunliffe Keith Edkins andthe Online Distributed Proofreading Team athttpwwwpgdpnet This file was made using scans ofpublic domain works from the University of Michigan DigitalLibrariesTranscribers note A few typographical errors have been corrected theyare listed at the end of the textTHE THEORIES OF DARWINHALL STUTTGART April 5 1880We hereby authorize the Rev Dr G A Zimmermann to translate into Englishthe book entitled_Die Darwinschen Theorien und ihre Stellung zur Philosophie Religion undMoral von Rudolf Schmid_We declare that we know of no other translation of the said book and thatDr Zimmermanns translation will be the only one authorized by us for theUnited States as well as for the British Empire and its Dominions _The Author_ RUDOLF SCHMID _The Publisher_ PAUL MOSER THETHEORIES OF DARWINAND THEIR RELATION TOPHILOSOPHY RELIGION AND MORALITYBy RUDOLF SCHMID President of the Theological Seminary at SchönthalWürtembergTRANSLATED FROM THE GERMAN BY G A ZIMMERMANN PHDWITH AN INTRODUCTION BY THE DUKE OF ARGYLLCHICAGOJANSEN McCLURG COMPANY1883 COPYRIGHTBY JANSEN MCCLURG COAD 1882R R DONNELLEY SONS PRINTERS 1AUTHORS PREFACE The movement which received its impulse as well as its name from Darwinseems to have recently passed its distinctest phase but the more prominentpoints of opposition religious ethical and scientific which have beenrevealed through it remain as sharply contrasted as before The author ofthis book desires in the first place to be of service to such readers asfeel the need of setting themselves right upon these questions which touchthe highest interests of mankind but who lack time and opportunity toinvestigate independently a realm in which so many and so heterogeneoussciences come into mutual contact The illogical and confused manner inwhich some noisy leaders confound these sciences and their problems andconsequences renders it still more difficult to arrive at a satisfactoryresult and thus perhaps many readers will look with interest upon aninvestigation designed to simplify the different problems and the differentattempts at their solution and to treat them not only in their relationsto each other but also separately But with this primary object theauthor combines another to render a service to some among the many whoperceive the harmony between their scientific conviction and theirreligious need threatened or shaken by the results of science and who areunwilling to lose this harmony or having lost it desire to regain itThose voices are indeed becoming louder and more generally and willinglyheard which proclaim an irreconcilability between faith and 2 knowledgebetween the religious and the scientific views of the world which declarethat peace between the two can only be had at the price either ofpermitting the religious impulses of the heart to be stifled in favor ofscience of satisfying the religious need of the mind with a nourishmentwhich in the light of science proves to be an illusion or as sceptics intheory and eclectics in practice of renouncing with resignation a logicalconnection and foundation to their former view of the world The moststriking proof of the extent to which these voices are heard is the factthat it has been possible for a onesided pessimism to become thefashionable system of philosophy in a Christian nation The most effectivemeans for opposing such discordant voices and for making amends for thedisagreements which they have occasioned undoubtedly consists in theactual proof of the contrary of their theories in the clear presentationof a standpoint from which not only the most unrestricted freedom ofinvestigation and the most unreserved acknowledgment of its results shallbe in perfect harmony with the undiminished care of our entire religiouspossession but in which this peace is preserved and forever established bythe very fact that one function of the mind directly requires the otherone possession directly guarantees the other This is the standpoint of theauthor and from it he has endeavored to treat all the questions which areto be taken into consideration Should he by his exposition of thisstandpoint succeed in helping even a few readers in reaching theconviction of the actual harmony between the scientific religious andethical acquisitions of mankind or in confirming them anew in suchconviction he would find himself amply rewarded for this first extendedventure before the publicR S3AUTHORS PREFACE TO AMERICAN EDITIONSix years have elapsed since I wrote the book which is now going forth inEnglish dress The great leader of the theories in question has passedaway the waves of thought he set in motion are assuming smoother shapeand I can only add to what I have already written that not only have I hadno occasion to retract any of the statements or views laid down in thebook but I perceive the religious as well as the scientific world growingmore and more into accord with the views I have maintained and which wereat first so vehemently opposedI owe so much to the literary men of the English tongue on both sides ofthe Atlantic that I shall be glad if through the devoted labors of thetranslator I am enabled to pay them a tribute of gratitude by aiding themin clearing the way for thought in these much disputed fields or inreconciling in their minds the conflict between faith and scienceR SSCHÖNTHAL WÜRTEMBERG _September_ 1882

Produced by Susan Skinner and the Online DistributedProofreading Team at httpwwwpgdpnet The originalcopy of this book was generously made available for scanningby the Department of Mathematics at the University ofGlasgowTranscribers Note This text is intended for users whose text readerscannot use the real unicodeutf8 version of the file Characters inthe Greek alphabet are represented as follows alpha beta gammaetcIn the original text the units h and m and ordinals th and st wereprinted as superscripts For readability they have not been representedas such in this file Similarly for the and signs when used todescribe intermediate stellar coloursOther superscripts are indicated by the carat symbol and subscriptsby an underline _LECTURESON STELLAR STATISTICSBYC V L CHARLIERSCIENTIA PUBLISHERLUND 1921HAMBURG 1921PRINTED BY _LÜTCKE WULFF_CHAPTER IAPPARENT ATTRIBUTES OF THE STARS1 Our knowledge of the stars is based on their _apparent_ attributesobtained from the astronomical observations The object of astronomy isto deduce herefrom the real or _absolute_ attributes of the stars whichare their position in space their movement and their physical natureThe apparent attributes of the stars are studied by the aid of their_radiation_ The characteristics of this radiation may be described indifferent ways according as the nature of the light is definedUndulatory theory Emission theoryFrom the statistical point of view it will be convenient to consider theradiation as consisting of an emanation of small particles from theradiating body the star These particles are characterized by certainattributes which may differ in degree from one particle to anotherThese attributes may be for instance the diameter and form of theparticles their mode of rotation c By these attributes the opticaland electrical properties of the radiation are to be explained I shallnot here attempt any such explanation but shall confine myself to theproperty which the particles have of possessing a different mode ofdeviating from the rectilinear path as they pass from one medium toanother This deviation depends in some way on one or more attributes ofthe particles Let us suppose that it depends on a single attributewhich with a terminology derived from the undulatory theory ofHUYGHENS may be called the _wavelength_ lambda of the particleThe statistical characteristics of the radiation are then in the firstplace1 the total number of particles or the _intensity_ of the radiation2 the _mean wavelength_ lambda_0 of the radiation also calledor nearly identical with the _effective_ wavelength or the colour3 _the dispersion of the wavelength_ This characteristic of theradiation may be determined from the _spectrum_ which also gives thevariation of the radiation with lambda and hence may also determinethe mean wavelength of the radiationMoreover we may find from the radiation of a star its apparent place onthe skyThe intensity the mean wavelength and the dispersion of thewavelength are in a simple manner connected with the _temperature__T_ of the star According to the radiation laws of STEPHAN and WIENwe find indeed compare L M 411 that the intensity is proportionalto the fourth power of _T_ whereas the mean wavelength and thedispersion of the wavelength are both inversely proportional to _T_ Itfollows that with increasing temperature the mean wavelengthdiminishesthe colour changing into violetand simultaneously thedispersion of the wavelength and also even the total length of thespectrum are reduced decrease2 _The apparent position of a star_ is generally denoted by its rightascension alpha and its declination delta Taking into accountthe apparent distribution of the stars in space it is however morepractical to characterize the position of a star by its galacticlongitude _l_ and its galactic latitude _b_ Before defining thesecoordinates which will be generally used in the following pages itshould be pointed out that we shall also generally give the coordinatesalpha and delta of the stars in a particular manner We shalltherefore use an abridged notation so that if for instance alpha 17h 44m7 and delta 3584 we shall write alphadelta 174435If delta is negative for instance delta 3584 we write alphadelta 174435so that the last two figures are in italicsTranscribers Note In this version of the text the last two figuresare enclosed in braces to represent the italicsThis notation has been introduced by PICKERING for variable stars and isused by him everywhere in the Annals of the Harvard Observatory but itis also well suited to all stars This notation gives simultaneouslythe characteristic _numero_ of the stars It is true that two or morestars may in this manner obtain the same characteristic _numero_ Theyare however easily distinguishable from each other through otherattributesThe _galactic_ coordinates _l_ and _b_ are referred to the Milky Waythe Galaxy as plane of reference The pole of the Milky Way hasaccording to HOUZEAU and GOULD the position alphadelta 124527From the distribution of the stars of the spectral type B I have in LM II 142 found a somewhat different position But having ascertainedlater that the real position of the galactic plane requires a greaternumber of stars for an accurate determination of its value I havepreferred to employ the position used by PICKERING in the Harvardcatalogues namely alphadelta 124028 or alpha 12h 40m 190 delta 28which position is now exclusively used in the stellar statisticalinvestigations at the Observatory of Lund and is also used in theselecturesThe galactic longitude _l_ is reckoned from the ascending node of theMilky Way on the equator which is situated in the constellation_Aquila_ The galactic latitude _b_ gives the angular distance of thestar from the Galaxy On plate I at the end of these lectures will befound a fairly detailed diagram from which the conversion of alpha anddelta of a star into _l_ and _b_ may be easily performed All starshaving an apparent magnitude brighter than 4m are directly drawnInstead of giving the galactic longitude and latitude of a star we maycontent ourselves with giving the galactic _square_ in which the star issituated For this purpose we assume the sky to be divided into 48squares all having the same surface Two of these squares lie at thenorthern pole of the Galaxy and are designated GA_1 and GA_2 Twelve lienorth

Produced by Rick Niles Mary Meehan and the OnlineDistributed Proofreading Team at httpwwwpgdpnet _The_ LURE OF THE MASK _By_ HAROLD MAC GRATH WITH ILLUSTRATIONS BY HARRISON FISHER AND KARL ANDERSON INDIANAPOLIS THE BOBBSMERRILL COMPANY PUBLISHERS COPYRIGHT 1908 PRESS OF BRAUN WORTH CO BOOKBINDERS AND PRINTERS BROOKLYN NYTOMY FELLOW TRAVELERANDGENTLE CRITICCONTENTS I THE VOICE IN THE FOG II OBJECT MATRIMONY III MADAME ANGOT IV BLINDFOLDED V THE MASK VI INTO THE FOG AGAIN VII THE TOSS OF A COIN VIII WHAT MERRIHEW FOUND IX MRS SANDFORD WINKS X CARABINIERI XI THE CITY IN THE SEA XII A BOX OF CIGARS XIII KITTY ASKS QUESTIONS XIV GREY VEILS XV MANY NAPOLEONS XVI OMALLY SUGGESTS XVII GIOVANNI XVIII THE ARIA FROM IL TROVATORE XIX TWO GENTLEMEN FROM VERONA XX KITTY DROPS A BANDBOX XXI AN INVITATION TO A BALL XXII TANGLES XXIII THE DÉNOUEMENT XXIV MEASURE FOR MEASURE XXV FREE XXVI THE LETTER XXVII BELLAGGIOTHE LURE OF THE MASKCHAPTER ITHE VOICE IN THE FOGOut of the unromantic night out of the somber blurring January fogcame a voice lifted in song a soprano rich full and round young yetmatured sweet and mysterious as a nightbirds haunting and elusive asthe murmur of the sea in a shell a lilt from _La Fille de MadameAngot_ a light opera long since forgotten in New York Hillardgenuinely astonished lowered his pipe and listened To sit dreaming byan open window even in this unlovely first month of the year in thatgrim unhandsome city which boasts of its riches and still accepts withsmug content its rows upon rows of ugly architecture to sit dreamingthen of redtiled roofs of cloudcaressed hills of terracedvineyards of cypresses in their dark aloofness is not out of thenatural order of things but that into this idle and pleasant dreamthere should enter so divine a voice living feeling pulsing this wasnot ordinary at allAnd Hillard was glad that the room was in darkness He rose eagerly andpeered out But he saw no one Across the street the arclamp burneddimly like an opal in the matrix while of architectural outlines notone remained the fog having kindly obliterated themThe Voice rose and sank and soared again drawing nearer and nearer Itwas joyous and unrestrained and there was youth in it the touch ofspring and the breath of flowers The music was Lecocqs that is tosay French but the tongue was of a country which Hillard knew to bethe garden of the world Presently he observed a shadow emerge from theyellow mist to come within the circle of light which faint as it waslimned in against the nothingness beyond the form of a woman She walkeddirectly under his windowAs the invisible comes suddenly out of the future to assume distinctproportions which either make or mar us so did this unknown cantatricecome out of the fog that night and enter into Hillards life toreadjust its ambitions to divert its aimless course to give impetus toit and a directness which hitherto it had not knownAhHe leaned over the sill at a perilous angle the bright coal of his pipespilling cometwise to the areaway below He was only subconscious ofhaving spoken but this syllable was sufficient to spoil theenchantment The Voice ceased abruptly with an odd break The singerlooked up Possibly her astonishment surpassed even that of heraudience For a few minutes she had forgotten that she was in New Yorkwhere romance may

Produced by Steven desJardins and the Online DistributedProofreading TeamIllustration Sir John Oakapples dance was agreed to be a verybrilliant affair Page 41HALF A HEROA NOVEL BYANTHONY HOPEAUTHOR OF MR WITTS WIDOW COMEDIES OF COURTSHIP ETCWARD LOCK CO LIMITEDLONDON MELBOURNE AND TORONTO1911CONTENTSCHAP PAGEI THE IMPOSSIBLEINEVITABLE 1II A POPULAR DEMONSTRATION 11III HOSPITALITY _EX OFFICIO_ 19IV WEEDING OUT THE WEAKKNEED 30V A TALK AT A DANCE 41VI A CANDIDATE FOR OFFICE 50VII A COMMON SPECTACLE 59VIII FOR THE HIGHEST BIDDER 69IX TWO HASTY UTTERANCES 80X THE SMOKE OF HIDDEN FIRES 90XI A CONSCIENTIOUS MANS CONSCIENCE 100XII AN ABSURD AMBITION 110XIII OUT OF HARMS WAY 121XIV A FATAL SECESSION 133XV AN ATTEMPT AT TERRORISM 144XVI A LEAKY VESSEL 153XVII THE TRUTH ABOUT THE MAN 162XVIII BY AN OVERSIGHT OF SOCIETYS 173XIX LAST CHANCES 183XX THE LAW _VERSUS_ RULE 3 196XXI ALL THERE WAS TO TELL 205XXII THE STORY OF A PHOTOGRAPH 215XXIII AN ORATORS RIVAL 227XXIV THREE AGAINST THE WORLD 236XXV THE TRUTH TOO LATE 244XXVI THE UNCLEAN THING 255XXVII THE DECISION OF THE ORACLE 268XXVIII STEALING A MARCH 280XXIX A BEATEN MANS THOUGHTS 291XXX THE END OF A TUMULT 300HALF A HEROCHAPTER ITHE IMPOSSIBLEINEVITABLEIn the garden the question was settled without serious difference ofopinion If Sir Robert Perry really could not go onand Lady Eynesfordwas by no means prepared to concede even thatthen Mr Puttock_bourgeois_ as he was or Mr Coxon conceited and priggish though

Produced by Roger Frank and the Online DistributedProofreading Team at httpwwwpgdpnetTranscribers Note This book was printed with two stories back to backReading from the front cover it is The Goody Side where children arewellbehaved and polite Reading from the back cover forward is TheNaughty Side where children behave quite differently The stories arepresented sequentially in this text Page numbering is independent ineach storyTHE GOODYNAUGHTY BOOKTHE GOODY SIDEBySARAH CORY RIPPEYWith illustrations byBLANCHE FISHER WRIGHTRAND McNALLY COMPANYCHICAGONEW YORKCopyright 1913 By Rand McNally CompanyAll rights reservedEdition of 1927Made in U S ATHE CONTENTS PAGEHONOR BRIGHT PRESIDENT 9ROSERED AND RUTHIE 11THE TREE GAME 14BILLY BOYS MAGIC KEY 16POLLYS NEW APRIL FOOL 18THE THREE BS 23TEDDYS HELPERS 26THE REDLETTER DAY 30Illustration Honor Bright faithfully fed all his petsHONOR BRIGHT PRESIDENTWhen Honor Bright went to live in the country the very first thing heasked for was some real live geese to join the chickens and the pussyand the rabbits already on the farmWill you remember to feed them every day son if I get you a pairasked his fatherYes papa said the little boy Honor brightWhen he promised Honor bright he always kept his word And he saidHonor bright so many times a day that finally Honor Bright became hisnameQuack quack cried Mr and Mrs Goose the day Honor Brights fatherbrought them home What a fine placeIsnt it said Mother HenAnd just wait till you know Honor BrightJust wait echoed the Rabbit Gray family and Mr T CatHonor Bright was as good as his word and the geese grew fatter andfatter and fatterGood morning Mr T Cat cried Mr and Mrs Goose early one morningHad your breakfastOf course answered Mr T Cat Honor Bright always feeds me the veryfirst thingYou must be mistaken cried Mr and Mrs Goose Honor Bright alwaysfeeds us firstBut Honor Bright gives my children their breakfast _very_ earlycackled Mother HenWell squeaked Father Rabbit Gray weve all _had_ breakfast andthats the main thing Now lets make Honor Bright president becausehes so good Thats the way people do you knowJust then Honor Bright came out Hail President Honor Bright theyall criedHonor Bright thought they said I love you And really it meant thesame thingIllustration Every day RoseRed cut fresh flowers and arranged themfor the houseROSERED AND RUTHIEIt was Rose Marys mother who named her RoseRed RoseReady it was atfirst because Rose Mary was always ready to help Then it became justRoseRed for shortRoseRed had much of the sweetness of her name flower and few of thethorns That is why when Ruthie slapped her RoseRed didnt slap backBut she came home cryingRoseReds mamma gathered her up in her arms and comforted herRuthies probably sorry now dear she said Perhaps she will tellyou so by and by Will my little girl be RoseReady if she doesRoseReady for what mamma RoseRed sat up and dried her eyesRoseReadytoForgiveRoseRed nodded I think Ill gather the posies now was all she saidEvery day RoseRed cut fresh flowers in the garden and arranged them forthe house It was the one thing in all the world she liked best to doThe roses she always left till the lastfor dessert she explainedIllustration RoseReds mamma gathered her up in her arms andcomforted herRoses dear she said as she tucked them one by one into theirspecial bowl what would you do if your best friend slapped youJust then a thorn pricked RoseReds finger Youd prick her wouldyou RoseRed laughed Thats because you are only a rose and dontknow any better It wouldnt be nice for a little girl to prick I _do_know something betterRoseRed chose six of the finest roses and carefully clipped off alltheir thorns Then she ran to the gate between her yard and Ruthiesand slipped them into a covered box beside it This box was RoseRedsand Ruthies post office Nearly every day something went into it fromone little girl to the otherFour oclock was mail time Postman RoseRed hid behind a bush andwatchedPresently Postman Ruthie came down the path She opened the box and tookout the fragrant letter Then she laid something inside drew down thecover and ran backIt was Postman RoseReds turn now to open the box Her letter was a_real_ one It said Im sorryRoseReadytoForgive flew through the gateRuthie Ruthie she calledAnd then RoseRed kissed Ruthie and Ruthie kissed RoseRed And thatwas the last of RuthieReadytoSlapTHE TREE GAMEWhen Margaret and Benjy were getting over the measles their mammainvented a new game to amuse themYou might play you are trees she suggestedIm a pine tree cried MargaretSom I agreed BenjyPine trees sing you know Benjy Margaret went on so we must singtoo And the two struck up a lively tuneToodledee toodledee doooo It was not the pine trees howeverthat sang itOh an organ man

Produced by David WidgerIN DIREST PERILBy David Christie MurrayAUTHOR OF TIMES REVENGES A WASTED CRIME ETC1894PREFACEIt is not often that an honorable man commits a theft and yet leaves nostain upon his honor It can happen still less often that a man of honorrobs the lady he loves and honors above all womankind and wins her handin marriage by the act Yet before we were married I robbed my wife offorty thousand pounds breaking into her house to steal it and herenowthat we are both oldshe is still so proud of me for having done thatthat she must needs make me tell the story A better writer would havedone it better but my wife has polished my rough phrases and at anyrate the plain truth about the strangest things which have happened inmy knowledge is here set plainly downSignedJohn FyffeLate acting General of Divisionunder General GaribaldiIN DIREST PERILCHAPTER II have told my wife quite plainly that in my opinion I am as littlefitted by nature for the task she has laid upon my shoulders as any manalive I have spent a great part of my life in action and though thelater part of it has been quieter and more peaceful than the earlierand though I have enjoyed opportunities of study which I never hadbefore I am still anything but a bookish man and I am not at allconfident about such essential matters as grammar and spelling Thehistory I am called upon to tell is one which if it were put intothe hands of a professed man of letters might be made unusuallyinteresting I am sure of that for in a life of strange adventure Ihave encountered nothing so strange But for my own part the utmost Ican do is to tell the thing as it happened as nearly as I can and ifI cannot command those graces of style which would come naturally to apractised pen I can only ask that the reader will dispense with themThe natural beginning of the story is that I fell in love with the ladywho has now for eightandthirty blessed and happy years been my wifeIt may be that I may not again find opportunity to say one thing thatshould be said That lady is a pearl among women and I am prouder ofhaving fallen in love with her at first sight as I did than Ishould be if I had taken a city or won a pitched battle I have soughtopportunities of doing these things far and near but they have beendenied to me I trust that I have always been on the right side I knowthat except in one case I have always been on the weaker side butuntil my marriage I was what is generally called a soldier of fortuneI am known to this day as Captain Fyffe though I never held her mostsacred Majestys commission That I should be delighted to fight inmy countrys cause goes I hope without saying but I never had theopportunity and my sword until the date of my marriage was always atthe service of oppressed nationalities This however is not my storyand I must do my best to hold to that Should I take to blotting anderasing there is no knowing when my task would be over I will be aslittle garrulous as I canIt was in the height of the London season of 1847 and I had just gotback from the Argentine Republic I had been fighting for General Rosasbut the mans greed and his reckless ambition had gradually drawn meaway from him and at last after an open quarrel I broke my swordacross my knee before him threw the fragments at his feet and left thecamp I did it at the risk of my life and if Rosas had cared to lift ahand his men would have shot me or hanged me from the nearest tree withall the pleasure in the world An event which has nothing whatever to dowith this story had got into the newspapers and for a time I wasmade a lion of I found it agreeable enough to begin with but I wasbeginning to get tired of it when the event of which I have alreadyspoken happened My poor friend the Honorable George Brunow had takenme at the Duchesss invitation to Belcaster House and it was there Imet my fate There was a great crush on the stairs and the rooms werecrowded I never once succeeded in getting as much as a glimpse of ourhostess during the whole time of my stay at the house but before halfan hour had gone by I was content to miss that honor Brunow and Itight wedged in the crowd were laughing and talking on the staircasewhen I caught sight of a lady a step or two above me She was signallingwith her fan to a friend behind me and I thought then and I thinkstill that her smiling face was the most beautiful thing I had everbeheld Her hair which is pure silver now and no less lovely was asdark as night but her face was full of pure color the brow pale thecheeks rosy and the red of the lips unusually bright and full for anEnglishwoman as I at first thought her to be Her beautiful figure wasset off to great advantage by a simple gown of white Indian muslinthewhite was of a crearaish tone I remember and a string of large pearlswas her only ornament My heart gave a sudden odd leap when I saw herand I had the feeling I have known more than once when I have beenordered on a dangerous service But the sensation did not pass away asit does under danger when the feeling comes that action is necessary Icontinued to flutter like a schoolgirl and when by accident her eyesmet mine a moment later I felt that I blushed like fire I could reada sort of recognition in her glance and for a moment it seemed as ifshe would float down the stairs in spite

Produced by Barbara Tozier Bill Tozier and the OnlineDistributed Proofreading Team at httpwwwpgdpnetMOLLY BAWNByTHE DUCHESSMargaret Wolfe HamiltonAuthor of Phylis Airy Fairy Lilian Portia Etc EtcNEW YORKHURST AND COMPANYPUBLISHERSTranscribers Note The Table of Contents was not printed in this bookIt has been created for the convenience of the readerCONTENTSCHAPTER I CHAPTER XXCHAPTER II CHAPTER XXICHAPTER III CHAPTER XXIICHAPTER IV CHAPTER XXIIICHAPTER V CHAPTER XXIVCHAPTER VI CHAPTER XXVCHAPTER VII CHAPTER XXVICHAPTER VIII CHAPTER XXVIICHAPTER IX CHAPTER XXVIIICHAPTER X CHAPTER XXIXCHAPTER XI CHAPTER XXXCHAPTER XII CHAPTER XXXICHAPTER XIII CHAPTER XXXIICHAPTER XIV CHAPTER XXXIIICHAPTER XV CHAPTER XXXIVCHAPTER XVI CHAPTER XXXVCHAPTER XVII CHAPTER XXXVICHAPTER XVIII CHAPTER XXXVIICHAPTER XIX CHAPTER XXXVIIIMOLLY BAWNCHAPTER IOn hospitable thoughts intentPositively he is coming says Mr Massereene with an air of the mostprofound astonishment_Who_ asks Molly curiously pausing with her toast in midair theyare at breakfast and with her lovely eyes twice their usual goodlysize Her lips too are apart but whether in anticipation of the newsor of the toast it would be difficult to decide Is any one cominghereEven here This letterregarding with a stricken conscience theelegant scrawl in his handis from Tedcastle George Luttrell he isevidently proud of his name declaring himself not only ready butfatally willing to accept my invitation to spend a month with meA month says Molly amazed And you never said a word about itJohnA month says Letitia dismayed What on earth John is any one todo with any one for a month down hereI wish I knew replies Mr Massereene getting more and more strickenas he notices his wifes dejection and gazing at Molly as though forinspiration What evil genius possessed me that I didnt say afortnight But to tell you the honest truth Letty it never occurredto me that he might comeThen why did you ask him says Letitia as sharply as is possible forher When writing you might have anticipated so much people generallydoDo they says Mr Massereene with an irrepressible glance at MollyThen you must only put me down as an exception to the general rule Ithought it only civil to ask him but I certainly never believed hewould be rash enough to go in for voluntary exile I should haveremembered how unthinking he always wasBut who is he asks Molly impatiently full of keen and pleasurableexcitement I die of vulgar curiosity What is he like Is he younghandsome Oh John _do_ say he is young and goodlookingHe was at school with meOh groans MollyDoes that groan proceed from a conviction that I am in the last stageof decay demands Mr Massereene Anything so rude as you Molly hasnot as yet been rivaled However I am at a disadvantage so I forgiveand will proceed Though at school with me he is at least nine years myjunior and cant be more than twentysevenAh says Molly To an Irish girl alone is given the power to expressthese two exclamations with proper effectHe is

Produced by Steven desJardins and the Online DistributedProofreading TeamIllustration MOUNTED POLICE ROUNDING UP HORSE THIEVES _From paintingby C W Russell Montana_ _Courtesy of the Osborne Coy Toronto_POLICING THE PLAINSBEING THE REAL LIFE RECORD OF THE FAMOUSROYAL NORTHWEST MOUNTED POLICEBy R G MACBETH MA Author of TheRomance of Western CanadaWITH ILLUSTRATIONSHODDER AND STOUGHTON LTDLONDON NEW YORK TORONTOMCMXXICONTENTSI A GREAT TRADITION 7II ENTER THE MOUNTED POLICE 25III MOBILIZING 33IV THE AMAZING MARCH 48V BUSINESS IN THE LAND OF INDIANS 57VI HANDLING AMERICAN INDIANS 78VII THE IRON HORSES 93VIII RIEL AGAIN 106IX RECONSTRUCTION 126X CHANGING SCENERY 141XI IN THE GOLD COUNTRY 153XII STIRRING DAYS ABROAD AND AT HOME 175XIII MODESTY AND EFFECTIVENESS 206XIV ON LAND AND SEA 233XV GLORY AND TRAGEDY IN THE NORTH 255XVI STRIKING INCIDENTS 266XVII THE GREAT WAR PERIOD 281XVIII GREAT TRADITIONS UPHELD 297LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONSMounted Police Rounding Up Horse Thieves _Frontispiece_Sir John A Macdonald 16Hon Alexander Mackenzie 16Hudson Bay RNWM Police with Dogs 17MajorGeneral Sir A C Macdonnell KCB CMG DSO 32MajorGeneral Sir Samuel B Steele KCB etc

Produced by Charles Aldarondo Jacqueline Jeremy and theOnline Distributed Proofreading Team at httpwwwpgdpnet A STAR BOOK HOW TO WRITE LETTERS Formerly THE BOOK OF LETTERS _A Complete Guide to Correct Business and Personal Correspondence_ BY MARY OWENS CROWTHER GARDEN CITY PUBLISHING COMPANY INC NEW YORK CL COPYRIGHT 1922 BY DOUBLEDAY PAGE COMPANY ALL RIGHTS RESERVED PRINTED IN THE UNITED STATES AT THE COUNTRY LIFE PRESS GARDEN CITY N YACKNOWLEDGMENTSThe forms for engraved invitations announcements and the like and thestyles of notepapers addresses monograms and crests are by courtesyof the Bailey Banks and Biddle Company Brentanos and The GorhamCompany The Western Union Telegraph Company has been very helpful inthe chapter on telegramsCONTENTS PAGE CHAPTER I WHAT IS A LETTER 1 CHAPTER II THE PURPOSE OF THE LETTER 6 CHAPTER III THE PARTS OF A LETTER 1 THE HEADING 10 2 THE INSIDE ADDRESS 12 3 THE SALUTATION 16 4 THE BODY OF THE LETTER 22 5 THE COMPLIMENTARY CLOSE 26 6 THE SIGNATURE 29 7 THE SUPERSCRIPTION 33 CHAPTER IV BEING APPROPRIATEWHAT TO AVOID COMMON OFFENSES 36 STOCK PHRASES IN BUSINESS LETTERS 38 CHAPTER V PERSONAL LETTERSSOCIAL AND FRIENDLY INVITATIONS AND ACKNOWLEDGMENTS 44 THE LETTER OF CONDOLENCE 91 LETTERS OF SYMPATHY IN CASE OF ILLNESS 95 LETTERS OF CONGRATULATION 101 LETTERS OF INTRODUCTION 107 LETTERS OF THANKS 110 LETTERS BETWEEN FRIENDS

Produced by Al HainesFrontispiece NOTHING WOULD PACIFY HIM UNTIL I GAVE HIM A TUNEDWELL DEEPOR_HILDA THORNS LIFE STORY_BYAMY LE FEUVREAUTHOR OF PROBABLE SONS TEDDYS BUTTON ERICS GOOD NEWS ODD ETCLONDONTHE RELIGIOUS TRACT SOCIETYMANCHESTER MADRID LISBON BUDAPEST1896CONTENTSCHAPTER I A NEW HOME II TAKING A STAND III THE REASON WHY IV AN OPENING FOR WORK V OPPORTUNITIES VI ONLY A FRIEND VII A FRESH ACQUAINTANCE VIII DRAWN TOGETHER IX QUIET DAYS X LONG AGO XI A DIFFERENT ATMOSPHERE XII A TEST XIII TAKE HOME XIV WOOED AND WON XV A GATHERING CLOUD XVI DARK DAYS XVII DAWN XVIII WEDDED XIX OLD FRIENDSDWELL DEEPCHAPTER IA NEW HOME Meet is it changes should control Our being lest we rust in ease_Tennyson_A golden cornfield in the still sunshine of a warm August afternoonIn one corner of it bordering a green lane a group of shady elms andunder their shadow a figure of a young girl who gazing dreamilybefore her sat leaning her head against an old gnarled trunk in quietcontent A smallshaped head with dark curly hair and a pair ofbluegrey eyes with black curved lashes these were perhaps her chiefcharacteristics more I cannot say for it is difficult to describeoneself and it was I Hilda Thorn who was seated thereIt was a beautiful scene before me Beyond the corn stretched a greenvalley and far in the distance were blue misty hills and moorland Mysoul seemed rested by the sweet stillness around but from the beautiesof nature my eyes kept reverting to the Bible on my knee and two wordson the open page were occupying my thoughtsDwell deepI had been left an orphan at the age of ten both parents dying inIndia whilst I was at an English boardingschool There I stayed tillI was nineteen when I went to an old cousin in London and for threeyears I lived a quiet uneventful life in a dull London square seeingvery little society but that of elderly ladies and a few clergymenSuddenly my whole life was changed My guardian who had been livingabroad with his wife and family returned to England and wished me tomake my home with him And my cousin was quite willing that it shouldbe soYou are young my dear she said to me and it is only right for youto mix with young people and see the world I am getting to preferbeing alone so I shall not miss youIt did not take long to settle matters and I soon left London for myguardians lovely place in Hertfordshire feeling both shy and curiousat the strange future before meBut during my stay in London there had been another and perhaps agreater change in my life than this I had been brought upreligiously had said my prayers night and morning and had read myBible regularly once a day but with these outward forms my religionceasedI suppose all my thoughts were in the world and of the world I hadbeen a favourite with my schoolfellows who assured me I had more thanmy fair share of beauty and with all the ignorance and inexperience ofgirlhood had planned out glowing descriptions of the brilliant offersof marriage I would have and the delightful times before me Ilistened and laughed at them yet had chafed at the quiet monotony ofmy cousins home and had longed for a break to come in the dullroutine of our daily lifeThen one night I had attended some mission services that were held inour church and for the first time beheld life and death as they are inreality For several days I was in great distress of mind and turnedwith real earnestness to my Bible for guidance and comfort The lightcame at last and I saw how completely Christ had taken my place as asinner and how as a little child I must come and claim the pardon thatHe had died to procure and was now holding out to me as a free giftThis brought a wonderful joy into my life and as each day seemed todraw me nearer to my Saviour I felt that no life could be monotonouswith all the boundless opportunities of speaking and working for HimMy craving for a gay worldly life passed away and a deep restfulpeace crept into my heart and remained thereWhen I told my cousin of my experience she looked puzzled and shookher headYoung people nowadays always go to such extremes but you look happychild and I shall not interfere with your serious viewsAnd then my guardian arrived on the scenea tall sternlooking manwith irongrey hair He had just retired from an Indian cavalryregiment and still bore upon him the stamp of an officer accustomed tocommandHe only stayed with us a few days and then carried me off to hiscountry home It all seemed very strange to me and though MrsForsyth gave me a warm welcome I could see I was an object ofcuriosity and criticism on the part of her three daughters who wereall lively talkative girls Two grownup sons completed the homecircle both of whom seemed to be at home doing nothing I learntafterwards that Hugh the eldest wrote a great deal for somescientific magazines and was up in London very constantly engaged inliterary pursuitsMy thoughts were perplexed and anxious as I laid my head down on mypillow the first night Little as I had as yet seen of them I knewfrom the conversation around me that there was no one who wouldsympathise with me in religious matters How should I a mere beginnerin the Christian life be able to

Produced by D Alexander Janet Blenkinship and the OnlineDistributed Proofreading Team at httpwwwpgdpnet Thisfile was produced from images generously made availableby The Internet Archive ROLLO ON THE ATLANTIC BY JACOB ABBOTT BOSTON PUBLISHED BY TAGGARD AND THOMPSON M DCCC LXIV Entered according to Act of Congress in the year 1853 by JACOB ABBOTT In the Clerks Office of the District Court of the District of Massachusetts STEREOTYPED AT THE BOSTON STEREOTYPE FOUNDRY RIVERSIDE CAMBRIDGE PRINTED BY H O HOUGHTON Illustration THE STATE ROOMSee p 77 Illustration PREFACE In the series of narratives to which this volume pertains we offer to the readers of the Rollo Books a continuation of the history of our little hero by giving them an account of the adventures which such a boy may be supposed to meet with in making a tour in Europe The books are intended to be books of instruction rather than of mere amusement and in perusing them the reader may feel assured that all the information which they contain not only in respect to the countries visited and to the customs usages and modes of life that are described but also in regard to the general character of the incidents and adventures that the young travellers meet with is in most strict accordance with fact The main design of the narratives is thus the communication of useful knowledge and every thing which they contain except what is strictly personal in relation to the actors in the story may be depended upon as exactly and scrupulously true New York _September 1853_ CONTENTS CHAPTER PAGE ITAKING PASSAGE 11 IITHE EMBARKATION 28 IIIDEPARTURE 47 IVGETTING SETTLED 62 VON DECK 77 VIA CONVERSATION 91 VIIINCIDENTS 109 VIIITHE STORM 131 IXTHE PASSENGERS LOTTERY 154 XTHE END OF THE LOTTERY 179 XITHE ARRIVAL 192 ENGRAVINGS FRONTISPIECE PAGE THE STEAMER AT THE WHARF

Produced by Al HainesTALES OF THE CALIPHBYH N CRELLINAUTHOR OFROMANCES OF THE OLD SERAGLIO THE NAZARENES ETCA NEW EDITIONLondonCHATTO WINDUS PICCADILLY1895CONTENTSTHE CALIPH AND THE PIRATES The Arab Merchants StoryTHE CALIPH AND THE BLIND FISHERMAN The History of the Blind Fisherman and his BrotherTHE CALIPH AND ABDURRAHMAN Abdurrahmans StoryTHE CALIPH AND THE FIRST JAR OF OINTMENT First Adventure The Caliph and the EmirTHE CALIPH AND THE FIRST JAR OF OINTMENT Second Adventure The Caliph and Abou Hassan The Story of Murad Essed the Unfortunate Merchant The Story of Abou Hassan the Fortunate MerchantTHE CALIPH AND THE SECOND JAR OF OINTMENT The Story of HunomanTHE CALIPH AND THE SLAVE MERCHANTS The Narrative of Sidi ibn Thalabi The Barbers StoryTHE CALIPH AND SIDI IBN THALABITHE BANQUET The Story of Mubarek as told by Abu AtahiyehTHE CALIPH AND THE MAGIC TUBETALES OF THE CALIPHThat stories such as those in the Arabian Nights and fairy tales ofevery kind should delight us all men and women no less than boys andgirls is very natural We find it charming to escape for a periodhowever brief from all the familiar surroundings of modern life andon opening a volume to pass at once into another region where all isstrange and where the sceptical glances of science never intrude tobanish magic and the supernaturalEmboldened by these reflections we may forthwith commence thenarration of certain noteworthy occurrences concerning the celebratedCaliph Haroun Alraschid He was in the habit as every one knows ofwandering very frequently through the town after nightfall in variousdisguises to see for himself that justice was done and also it may beconfessed by no means loth to encounter such adventures as he mightmeet with Many of these have been already related but others nowhit less interesting and extraordinary remain still untoldSome of these adventures were very diverting and naturally pleasingbut others involved so many dangers and such hardships that it isindeed surprising that the Caliph should ever again have ventured onthese nocturnal ramblingsAn adventure of the latter and more serious description happened asfollows and may be entitledThe Caliph and the PiratesThe Caliph being on a tour of inspection through the various provincesof his empire chanced on a certain occasion to be stopping at BussoraAnd one evening disguised as was his wont as a merchant and asusual accompanied only by his faithful Grand Vizier Giafer hestrolled through the bazaars silent and observant Meeting withnothing worthy of arresting his particular attention he wandered onuntil he came at length to some very narrow and mean lanes near thewaterside In one of these and when passing the door of a lowcaravanserai or publichouse frequented chiefly by sailors theynoticed some men approaching who were carrying great sacks quite fulland so heavy that each sack was carried by two men who on reachingthe door of the caravanserai entered The Caliph tired with hisramble and curious to learn what might be in the sacks beckoned toGiafer and followed the men into the caravanserai The interior was sodark being lit only by a few small oil lamps that it was at firstdifficult to distinguish objects clearly However their eyes havingbecome accustomed to the gloom after a few minutes the Caliph and hisVizier who had entered quietly and unobserved and had seatedthemselves on a low sofa or divan which ran round the sides of theapartment perceived that the company were all rough seafaring men ofa very fierce and truculent aspect Among them one was seated whoappeared by his dress and demeanour to be the chief or captain of theband This man addressing those who had brought in the sacks askedthem what they had there To which they replied Things from AbbasBey At this answer the Caliphs interest increased inasmuch asAbbas Bey was a palace official and because many things had latelybeen stolen from the palace but although many suspected persons hadbeen punished and dismissed yet the thefts had not been certainlytraced to any one These great sacks contained therefore withoutdoubt all kinds of valuable property from the palace and Abbas Beywas the traitor who had delivered it to the thieves The anger of theCaliph who was a man prone to the fiercest bursts of passion couldscarcely be restrained Nevertheless he managed to preserve silenceand a calm demeanour the more especially since he desired to learnwhat would next be done He had not long to wait for some winehaving been given to the men who brought the sacks the captain orderedthem to go at once on board as he should set sail that very nightThe Caliph hearing this whispered to Giafer that he should go out withthe men as they left with the sacks and that he should instantlyproceed to the nearest guardhouse and fetch a company of soldierswith whom he should surround the house and take all within prisonersGiafer doing as he was bid left the house with the men as they cameout again with the sacks and hastened to fetch the guard as the Caliphhad orderedUnluckily it happened that the captain of the piratesfor such theywerebeing more alert and observant than his men had noticed thepresence of the two strangers and had remarked the Caliph whisper tohis companion and the departure of the latter Instantly diviningthat their proceedings had been discovered and that the man who wentout had gone to betray them to the authorities the captain whisperedan order to the two or three who sat nearest to him and immediatelythey rose fell upon the Caliph gagged and bound him and all sosuddenly and swiftly that he had no time to offer any kind ofresistance Then the captain commanding his men to bring theirprisoner in the midst of them proceeded at once to their vessel whichlay at no great distance The night was dark and that band ofwellarmed resolute men could not easily have been overpowered evenhad there been any to attempt such a thing

Produced by Melissa ErRaqabi Ted Garvin and the OnlineDistributed Proofreading Team at httpwwwpgdpnet IRISH BOOKS AND IRISH PEOPLE By STEPHEN GWYNN DUBLIN The Talbot Press Ltd 89 Talbot Street LONDON T Fisher Unwin Ltd 1 Adelphi Terrace CONTENTS Page INTRODUCTION 1 NOVELS OF IRISH LIFE IN THE NINETEENTH CENTURY 7 A CENTURY OF IRISH HUMOUR 23 LITERATURE AMONG THE ILLITERATES ITHE SHANACHY 44 IITHE LIFE OF A SONG 51 IRISH EDUCATION AND IRISH CHARACTER 65 THE IRISH GENTRY 83 YESTERDAY IN IRELAND 97INTRODUCTIONMy publisher must take at least some of the responsibility for revivingthese essays All bear the marks of the period at which they werewritten and some of them deal with the beginnings of movements whichhave since grown to much greater strength and in growing have developednew characteristics at the expense of what was originally moreprominent Other pages again take no account of facts which todaymust be present to the mind of every Irish reader and so are perhapssignificantly out of date Nobody for instance could now complain thatIrish humour is lacking in seriousness Synge disposed of thatcriticismand indeed the Abbey Theatre in its tone as a whole may beaccused of neglecting Irelands gift for simple fun Yet Lady Gregorymade the most of it in her Spreading the News and Mr Yeats in hisPot of BrothHow beautifully W G Fay interpreted an Irish laughterwhich had no bitterness in itBut the strong intellectual movement which has swept over Ireland hasbeen both embittering and embittered These last five and twenty yearshave been the most formative in the countrys history of any sinceIreland became the composite nation that she now is or perhaps hasyet to become At the back of it all lies the great social changeinvolved in the transfer of ownership from the landlord to thecultivators of the soila change which has literally disenserfedthreefourths of Irelands people Yet the relations are obscureindefinite and intangible which unite that material result to theoutcome of two forces allied but distinct which have operated solelyon mens minds and spirits These are of course the Gaelic revival andthe whole literary movement which has had its most concrete expressionin the Irish theatre and its most potent inspiration in the personalityof Mr YeatsOf these two forces one can show by far the more tangible effects forthe Gaelic League has issued in action Setting out to revive and savethe Irish language as a living speech the instrument of a nationsintercourse it has failed of its purpose but it has revived andrendered potent the principle of separation Nationalist it will havenothing to do with a nationality that is not as plainly marked off fromother nationalities as a red lamp from a green lamp and the essentialsymbol of separate nationality is for orthodox Gaelic Leaguers aseparate language America said an able exponent of this doctrine theother day in a public debate will never and never can be a nation tillits language is no longer recognisable as Englishtill its Englishdiffers as much from the language of England as German differs fromDutch An inevitable corollary to this view is the necessity forcomplete political separation from Great Britainif only to provide themachinery for this complete differentiation by daily speechI cannot pretend to assess impartially the value of this movement Itasserted itself in passionate deeds at a moment when many thousands ofus Nationalists were taking equally vigorous action in pursuit of aless tribal ideal Thousands of us lost our lives all of us risked ourlives with

Produced by David WidgerJULIA AND HER ROMEO A CHRONICLE OF CASTLE BARFIELDBy David Christie MurrayAuthor Of Aunt Rachel The Weaker Vessel EtcIIn the year eighteen hundred and twenty and for many years before andafter Abel Reddy farmed his own land at Perry Hall End on the westernboundaries of Castle Barfield He lived at Perry Hall a ripecolouredold tenement of Elizabethan design which crowned a gentle eminenceand looked out picturesquely on all sides from amongst its neighbouringtrees It had a sturdier aspect in its age than it could have worn whenyounger for its strength had the signmanual of time upon it and evenits hoary lichens looked as much like a prophecy as a recordA mile away but also within the boundaries of Castle Barfield parishthere stood another house upon another eminence a house of older datethan Perry Hall though of less pleasing and picturesque an air Thelong low building was of a darkish stone and had been altered and addedto so often that it had at last arrived at a complex ugliness which wasnot altogether displeasing The materials for its structure had all beendrawn at different periods from the same stone quarry and the chequeredlook of new bits and old bits had a hint of the chessboard Here SamsonMountain dwelt on his own land in the midst of his own peopleThe Mountain Farm as it was called and had been called time out ofmind was separated from the Perry Hall Farm by a very shallow andnarrow brook The two houses were built as far apart from each otheras they could be whilst remaining in their own boundaries as if thebuilder of the later one had determined to set as great a distance ashe could between his neighbour and himself And as a matter of fact theReddys and the Mountains were a sort of Capulets and Montagues and hadhated each other for generations Samson and Abel kept up the ancientgrudge in all its ancient force They were of the same age within a weekor two had studied at the same school and had fought there had at onetime courted the same girl had sat within sight of each other Sundayafter Sunday and year after year in the parish church had each buriedfather and mother in the parish churchyard and in the mind of each thethought of the other rankled like a soreThe manner of their surrendering their common courtship wascharacteristic of their common hatred Somewhere about the beginningof this century a certain Miss Jenny Rusker of Castle Barfieldwas surrounded by quite a swarm of lovers She was pretty she waswelltodo for her time and station she was accomplishedplaying theharp execrably working samplers in silk and wool with great diligenceand exactitude and having read a prodigious number of plays poems andromances What this ladys heart forged that her mouth did vent but nopretty young woman ever looked or sounded foolish to the eyes or ears ofher lovers Mountain and Eeddy were among her solicitors She liked themboth and had not quite made up her mind as to which if either of themshe would choose when suddenly the knowledge of the others occasionalpresence in her sittingroom made the house odious to each and theysurrendered the chase almost at the same hour Miss Jenny satisfiedherself with a cousin of her own married without changing her namehad children was passably happy as the world goes and lived to be aprofoundly sentimental but inveterate widow Mountain and Eeddy marriedgirls they would not otherwise have chosen and were passably happyalso except when the sore of ancient hatred was inflamed by a chancemeeting on the corn exchange or an accidental passage of the eyes atchurch They had no better authority for hating each other than thattheir fathers had hated each other before them The fathers had theauthority of the grandfathers and they that of the greatgrandfathersIt was Saturday afternoon There was a bleak frost abroad and even thewaters of the brook which divided the two farms were hard frozen Thesun hung low in the western sky lustreless as a wafer but ruddy Thefields were powdered with thin snow and the earth was black by contrastwith it Now and then a shot sounded far away but clear and sharp fromwhere the guests of my lord of Barfield were killing time in the warrenA labouring man smockfrocked billycocked gaitered and hobnailedwas clamping down the frozen lane the earth ringing like iron underiron as he walked By his side was a fairhaired lad of nine or tenyears of age a boy of frank and engaging countenance carefully andeven daintily dressed and holding up his head as if he were a lord ofthe soil and knew it The boy and the labourer were talking and on thefrosty silence of the fields the clear treble of the boys speech rangout clearly and carried far A burly man with a surly red face who hadstooped to button a gaiter in a meadow just beyond the brook andhad laid down his gun beside him the while heard both voice and wordswhilst the speaker was a hundred yards awayBut dont you think its very wicked IchabodThe labourers voice only reached the listener in the meadow He spokewith the Barfield drawl and his features which were stiffened by thefrozen wind were twisted into a look of habitual waggeryWell said he in answer to his young companion maybe MasterRichard it might be wicked but its main like naturI shant hate Joe Mountain when Im a man said the boyThe surly man in the field hearing these words looked on a suddensurlier still and throwing up his head with a listening air andholding his ankle with both hands crouched and craned his neck tolistenMayst have to change thy mind Master Richard said the labourerWhy should I change my mind Ichabod asked the boy looking up athimWhy answered Ichabod theelt niver have it said as thee wast afraidof any o the Mountain lotIm not afraid of him piped the engaging young cockerel We had afight in the coppice last holidays and

Produced by Roger Frank and the Online DistributedProofreading Team at httpwwwpgdpnetIllustration THEN A WOMAN WAS LOWERED BY MEANS OF THIS AND SAFELYSTOWED AWAY Darry the Life SaverPage 185DARRY THE LIFE SAVEROrThe Heroes of the CoastByFRANK V WEBSTERAuthor of Only a Farm Boy Bob the CastawayThe Boys of Bellewood School etcILLUSTRATEDNew YorkCupples Leon CompanyPublishersBOOKS FOR BOYSBy FRANK V WEBSTER12mo Cloth Illustrated Price per volume 40 cents postpaidONLY A FARM BOYTOM THE TELEPHONE BOYTHE BOY FROM THE RANCHTHE YOUNG TREASURE HUNTERBOB THE CASTAWAYTHE YOUNG FIREMEN OF LAKEVILLETHE NEWSBOY PARTNERSTHE BOY PILOT OF THE LAKESTWO BOY GOLD MINERSJACK THE RUNAWAYCOMRADES OF THE SADDLETHE BOYS OF BELLWOOD SCHOOLTHE HIGH SCHOOL RIVALSAIRSHIP ANDYBOB CHESTERS GRITBEN HARDYS FLYING MACHINEDICK THE BANK BOYDARRY THE LIFE SAVERCopyright 1911 byCUPPLES LEON COMPANYDARRY THE LIFE SAVERCONTENTS CHAPTER PAGE I The Hurricane 1 II Saved by the Life Chain 10 III Abner Peakes Offer 19 IV The Cabin by the Sea 29 V An Encounter on the Road 39 VI Winning His Way 46 VII The Midnight Alarm 55 VIII Across the Bay 63 IX The Signal Rocket 71 X Jim the Bully 78 XI A Glorious Prospect 86 XII The Stolen Traps 94 XIII Joes Shotgun Secures a Supper 102 XIV The Lonely Vigil of the Coast Patrol 110 XV The Power of Music 117 XVI Darry Meets with a Rebuff 124 XVII Abner Tells a Little History 132 XVIII The Imprisoned Launch 139 XIX The Part of an Elder Brother 146 XX Bad Luck and Good 154 XXI Satisfying the Mortgage 162 XXII Abner Hears the News

Produced by Suzanne Shell Paul Stephen and the OnlineDistributed Proofreading Team at httpwwwpgdpnetIllustration HE IMPRISONED THE SMALL HANDGLORY OFYOUTHBYTEMPLE BAILEYAUTHOR OFCONTRARY MARYILLUSTRATED BYHENRY HUTT and C S CORSONNEW YORKGROSSET DUNLAPPUBLISHERSMade in the United States of AmericaIllustration Publishers markFirst printing August 1913 Second printing February 1916 Thirdprinting February 1917 Fourth printing August 1919Manufacturing PlantCamden N JThe Glory of Youth _ToMy Mother_Contents I BETTINA 9 II IN THE SHADOWY ROOM 21 III IN WHICH DIANA REAPS 36 IV WHITE LILACS 51 V IN WHICH BETTINA DANCES 64 VI FOR EVERY MAN THERE IS JUST ONE WOMAN 80 VII HARBOR LIGHT 94 VIII THE EMPTY HOUSE 105 IX THE GOLDEN AGE 116 X STORM SIGNALS 127 XI THE WHITE MAIDEN 141 XII YOUTH AND BEAUTY 155 XIII HER LETTER TO ANTHONY 170 XIV THE LITTLE SILVER RING 185 XV IN WHICH BETTINA FLIES 199 XVI VOICES IN THE DARK 213 XVII GLORY OF YOUTH 227XVIII PENANCE 242 XIX HER FATHERS RING 257 XX THE GRAY GULL 272 XXI BROKEN WINGS 285 XXII THE ENCHANTED FOREST 300XXIII THE PROCESSION OF PRETTY LADIES 316 XXIV THE AFTERGLOW 323Glory of YouthCHAPTER IBETTINAThe girl knelt on the floor feverishly packing a shabby little trunkOutside was a streaming April storm and the rain rushing against thesquare smallpaned windows shut out the view of the sea shut out thelight and finally brought such darkness that the girl stood up with asigh brushed off her black dress with thin white hands and groped herway to the doorBeyond the door was the blackness of an upper hall in a tall centuryoldhouse A spiral stairway descended into a well of gloom An ancient ironlantern attached to a chain hung from the low ceilingThe girl lighted the lantern and the faint illumination made deeper theshadows belowAnd from the shadows came a mans voiceMay I come upAs the girl bent over the railing the glow of the lantern made of herhair a shining halo Oh

Produced by Roger Frank and the Online DistributedProofreading Team at httpwwwpgdpnetIllustration UNCLE JOHN AND THE YOUNG CUBANSBOOKS FOR GIRLSBy Laura E RichardsThe MARGARET SERIES Three Margarets Margaret Montfort Peggy Rita Fernley HouseThe HILDEGARDE SERIES Queen Hildegarde Hildegardes Holiday Hildegardes Home Hildegardes Neighbors Hildegardes HarvestDANA ESTES COMPANYPublishersEstes Press Summer St BostonTHREE MARGARETSByLAURA E RICHARDSAuthor Of Captain January MelodyQueen Hildegarde EtcIllustrated byETHELRED B BARRYBostonDana Estes CompanyPublishersCopyright 1897By Estes and LauriatColonial PressElectrotyped and Printed by C H Simonds CoBoston Mass U S ACONTENTSCHAPTER PAGEI The Arrival 9II First Thoughts 21III The White Lady of Fernley 36IV Confidence 51V The Peatbog 65VI The Family Chest 81VII The Garret 98VIII Cuba Libre 115IX Day by Day 131X Looking Backward 147XI Heroes and Heroines 163XII In the Saddle 187XIII In the Night 208XIV Explanations 220XV Farewell 237LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS PAGEUncle John and the Young Cubans FrontispieceAunt Faiths Room 43Peggy at the Bog 73In the Garret 105Cuba Libre 125Peggy Writes Home 143Horseback 201Ritas Apology 227THREE MARGARETSCHAPTER ITHE ARRIVAL Long ago and long ago And long ago still There dwelt three merry maidens Upon a distant hill Christina G RossettiThe rain was falling fast It was a pleasant summer rain that plashedgently on the leaves of the great elms and locusts and tinkledmusically in the roadside puddles Less musical was its sound as itdrummed on the top of the great landau which was rolling along theavenue leading to Fernley House but the occupants of the carriage

Produced by Joe Longo and the Online DistributedProofreading Team at httpwwwpgdpnetTHE HOWTODOIT BOOKSPRACTICAL MECHANICS FOR BOYSTHE HOWTODOIT BOOKSPRACTICAL MECHANICSFOR BOYSIn language which every boy can understandand so arranged that he may readily carryout any work from the instructions givenWITH MANY ORIGINAL ILLUSTRATIONSBy J S ZERBE ME_Author of_CARPENTRY FOR BOYSELECTRICITY FOR BOYSM A DONOHUE COMPANYCHICAGO NEW YORKCOPYRIGHT 1914 BYTHE NEW YORK BOOK COMPANYMade in U S ACONTENTSINTRODUCTORY Page 1I ON TOOLS GENERALLY Page 7 Varied Requirements List of Tools Swivel Vises Parts of Lathe Chisels Grinding Apparatus Large Machines Chucks Bench Tools Selecting a Lathe Combination Square Micrometers Protractors Utilizing Bevel Protractors Truing Grindstones Sets of Tools The Work Bench The Proper Dimensions How ArrangedII HOW TO GRIND AND SHARPEN TOOLS Page 26 Importance of the Cutting Tool The Grinder Correct Use of Grinder Lathe Bitts Roughing Tools The Clearance The Cutting Angle Drills Wrong Grinding Chisels Cold Chisels System in Work Wrong Use of ToolsIII SETTING AND HOLDING TOOLS Page 34 Lathe Speed The Hacksaw Hacksaw Frame The Blade Files Grindstones Emery and Grinding Wheels Carelessness in Holding Tools Calipers Care in Use of Calipers Machine Bitts The Proper Angle for Lathe Tools Setting the Bitt The Setting Angle Bad Practice Proper Lathe Speeds Boring Tools on Lathe The Rake of the Drill Laps Using the Lap Surface Gages Uses of the Surface GageIV ON THE FIRST USE OF THE FILE Page 48 The First Test Filing an Irregular Block Filing a Bar Straight Filing Bar with Parallel Sides Surfacing Off Disks True Surfacing Precision Tools Test of the Mechanic Test Suggestions Use of the Dividers Cutting a Keyway Keyway Difficulties Filing Metal Round Kinds of Files Cotterfile Square Pinion Halfround Round Triangular Equalizing Cross Slitting Character of File Tooth Double Cut Floatcut Rasp Cut Holding the File Injuring Files Drawing Back the FileV HOW TO COMMENCE WORK Page 61 Familiarity with Tools File Practice Using the Dividers Finding Centers Hacksaw Practice Cutting Metal True Lathe Work First Steps Setting the Tool Metals Used The Four Important Things Turning Up a Cylinder Turning Grooves Disks Lathe SpeedsVI ILLUSTRATING SOME OF THE FUNDAMENTAL DEVICES Page 68 Belt Lacing Gears Crown Wheel Grooved Friction Gearing A Valve which Closes by the Water Pressure Cone Pulleys Universal Joint Trammel for Making Ellipses Escapements Simple Device to Prevent a Wheel or Shaft from Turning Back Racks and Pinions Mutilated Gears Simple Shaft Coupling Clutches Ball and Socket Joints Tripping Devices Anchor Bolt Lazy Tongs Disk Shears Wabble Saw Crank Motion by a Slotted Yoke Continuous Feed by Motion of a Lever Crank Motion Ratchet Head Bench Clamp Helicovolute Spring Double helicovolute Helical Spring Single Volute Helix Spring Flat Spiral or Convolute Eccentric Rod and Strap Antidead Center for LatheVII PROPERTIES OF MATERIALS Page 79 Elasticity Traction Torsion Flexure Tenacity The Most Tenacious Metal Ductility Malleability Hardness Alloys Resistance Persistence Conductivity Equalization Reciprocity Molecular Forces Attraction Cohesion Adhesion Affinity Porosity Compressibility Elasticity Inertia Momentum Weight Centripetal Force Centrifugal Force Capillary Attraction The Sap of Trees Sound Acoustics Sound Mediums Vibration Velocity of Sound Sound Reflections Resonance Echos Speaking Trumpet The Stethoscope The Vitascope The Phonautograph The Phonograph Light The Corpuscular Theory Undulatory Theory Luminous Bodies Velocity of Light Reflection Refraction Colors The Spectroscope The Rainbow Heat ExpansionVIII HOW DRAUGHTING BECOMES A VALUABLE AID Page 95 Lines in Drawing Shading Direction of Shade Perspectives The Most Pronounced Lines Direction of Light Scale Drawings Degree and What it Means Memorizing Angles Section Lining Making Ellipses and Irregular Curves Focal Points Isometric and Perspective The Protractor Suggestions in Drawing Holding the Pen Inks Tracing Cloth Detail Paper How to Proceed Indicating Material by Section LinesIX TREATMENT AND USE OF METALS Page 112 Annealing Toughness and Elasticity The Process Tempering Tempering Contrasted with Annealing Materials Used Gradual Tempering Fluxing Uniting Metals Alloying Method Welding Sweating Welding Compounds Oxidation Soldering Soft Solder Hard Solder Spelter Soldering Acid The Soldering IronX ON GEARING AND HOW ORDERED

Produced by Constanze Hofmann and the Online DistributedProofreading Team at httpwwwpgdpnet This file wasproduced from images generously made available by TheInternet ArchiveAmerican LibrariesTranscribers NoteThe spelling in this text has been preserved as in the originalObvious printers errors have been corrected You can find a listof the corrections made at the end of this etext THE ART OF MODERN LACEMAKING PRICE FIFTY CENTS OR TWO SHILLINGS PUBLISHED BY The Butterick Publishing Co Limited _London and New York_ 1891 PRINTED IN NEW YORK IllustrationINTRODUCTIONOwing to the growing popularity of the fascinating art of lacemakingand the appeals of our readers to place it within their reach we haveprepared this pamphlet In making it a perfect instructor and a reliableexponent of the favorite varieties of lace we have spared neither timenor expense and are most happy to offer to our patrons what acelebrated maker of Modern Lace has pronounced as the finest book uponlacemaking to be found on either continentThe illustrations in the main are direct reproductions from genuinehandmade modern laces such as any lady may make who masters theinstructions found upon these pagesThe beauty of these laces is beyond question their durability all thatcan be desired and their textures may be varied from an extremedelicacy to a sumptuous opposite In introducing the art of modernlacemaking into the realms of our readers we feel all of the pleasurewe are sure we thus convey The Butterick Publishing Co LimitedCONTENTSPages 5 to 9 LaceMaking Ancient and Modern MethodsPages 9 to 19 Stitches used in Modern LaceMakingPages 19 to 22 Fancy Braids Cords Rings and ButtonsPages 22 to 96 Designs Lace Articles Edgings etc etc in Modern LacePages 96 to 125 Darned Net Samples Kerchiefs Tidies Edgings Insertions etc etc with Designs for the same and other ArticlesLaceMakingANCIENT AND MODERN METHODSThe art of making lace in one form or another has existed from theearliest ages There are Scriptural references to various weblikefabrics which were of rude construction no doubt but whose generalcharacteristics were identical with those productions of modern skillwhich have for centuries been known as lace Homer and other ancientwriters constantly mention networks of fancifully embroideredmaterials gold threadwork was known to the Romans and as Egyptianrobes of state are depicted upon the tombs of the earlier dynasties asbeing fashioned from a looped network or crochet it is probable thatthe Israelites learned the art from the Egyptians Museums containspecimens of lace dating back to periods that to us of the present dayseem mere dreams of reigns and eras and history includes a scatteredliterature of lace which proves that the art must have been practisedalmost from the beginningUp to the Sixteenth Century however open work embroidery was thefavorite decoration and from it the tangible origin of lace seemsderived During the Renaissance period the first book of embroiderypatterns and lacework appeared The earliest volume bearing a date wasprinted at Cologne in 1527 and it was during the reign of Richard IIIof England that the word lace was first used in the descriptions of theroyal wardrobeAt first the best known laces were those of Venice Milan and Genoa TheItalians claim the invention of point or needlemade lace but theVenetian point is now a product of the past and England and Francesupply most of the fine laces of the present timeLacemakers in the various European countries are trained to the workfrom childhood but it is said that the makers of Honiton lace thefabric of which Queen Victorias wedding gown was made are rapidlydecreasing in numbers so that there are few persons now living whounderstand the construction of this exquisite pillow lace The costlypoint and Honiton and the dainty Mechlin and Valenciennes of bygone dayscan only be produced by trained laceworkers whose skilful fingersweave bobbins of cobweblike thread to and fro over the pillownecessary to

Produced by The Online Distributed Proofreading Team athttpwwwpgdpnetFOXS BOOK OF MARTYRSORA HISTORY OF THELIVES SUFFERINGS AND TRIUMPHANT DEATHSOF THEPRIMITIVE PROTESTANT MARTYRSFROM THEINTRODUCTION OF CHRISTIANITYTO THELATEST PERIODS OF PAGAN POPISH AND INFIDELPERSECUTIONSEMBRACING TOGETHER WITH THE USUAL SUBJECTS CONTAINED IN SIMILAR WORKSThe recent persecutions in the cantons of Switzerland and thepersecutions of the Methodist and Baptist Missionaries in the WestIndia Islands and the narrative of the conversion capture longimprisonment and cruel sufferings of Asaad Shidiak a native ofPalestineLIKEWISEA SKETCH OF THE FRENCH REVOLUTIONAS CONNECTED WITH PERSECUTIONCOMPILED FROM FOXS BOOK OF MARTYRS AND OTHER AUTHENTIC SOURCESTHE JOHN C WINSTON COCHICAGO PHILADELPHIA TORONTOPREFACEThis work is strictly what its title page imports a COMPILATION FoxsBook of Martyrs has been made the basis of this volume Libertyhowever has been taken to abridge wherever it was thoughtnecessaryto alter the antiquated form of the phraseology tointroduce additional information and to correct any inaccuracyrespecting matters of fact which had escaped the author of the originalwork or which has been found erroneous by the investigation of modernresearchThe object of this work is to give a brief history of persecution sincethe first introduction of christianity till the present time In doingthis we have commenced with the martyrdom of Stephen and following thecourse of events have brought the History of persecution down to theyear 1830 In all ages we find that a disposition to persecute foropinions sake has been manifested by wicked men whatever may havebeen their opinions or sentiments on religious subjects The intolerantjew and the bigoted pagan have exhibited no more of a persecutingspirit than the nominal professor of christianity and the _infidel_and the avowed _atheist_ Indeed it seems to be an inherent vice inunsanctified nature to endeavour by the pressure of physical force torestrain obnoxious sentiments and to propagate favourite opinions Itis only when the heart has been renewed and sanctified by divine gracethat men have rightly understood and practised the true principles oftoleration We do not say that none but real christians have adoptedcorrect views respecting civil and religious libertybut we affirmthat these views owe their origin entirely to christianity and itsgenuine disciplesThough nearly all sects have persecuted their opponents during a briefseason when mens passions were highly excited and true religion hadmournfully declined yet no denomination except the papal hierarchy hasadopted as an article of religious belief and a principle of practicalobservance the right to destroy heretics for opinions sake Thedecrees of councils and the bulls of popes issued in conformity withthose decrees place this matter beyond a doubt Persecution thereforeand popery are inseparably connected because claiming infallibilitywhat she has once done is right for her to do again yea must be doneunder similar circumstances or the claims of infallibility given upThere is no escaping this conclusion It is right therefore to chargeupon popery all the persecutions and horrid cruelties which havestained the annals of the papal church during her long and bloody careerof darkness and crime Every sigh which has been heaved in the dungeonsof the Inquisitionevery groan which has been extorted by the racks andinstruments of torture which the malice of her bigoted votariesstimulated by infernal wisdom ever invented has witnessed in the earof God against the Mother of Harlots and those kings of the earthwho giving their power to the Beast have aided her in the cruel workof desolation and death The valleys of Piedmont the mountains ofSwitzerland the vine crowned hills of Italy and Franceand all partsof Germany and the low countries have by turns been lighted by thefires of burning victims or crimsoned with the blood of those who havesuffered death at the hands of the cruel emissaries of popery Englandtoo has drunken deep of the wine of the fierceness of her wrath asthe blood of Cobham and the ashes of the Smithfield martyrs cantestify Ireland and Scotland likewise have each been made the theatreof her atrocities But no where has the system been exhibited in itsnative unalleviated deformity as in Spain Portugal and their SouthAmerican dependencies For centuries such a system of police wasestablished by the _Holy Inquisitors_ that these countries resembled avast whispering gallery where the slightest murmur of discontent couldbe heard and punished Such has been the effect of superstition and theterror of the Holy Office upon the mind as completely to break thepride of the Castillian noble and make him the unresisting victim ofevery mendicant friar and hempsandaled monkMoreover the papal system has opposed the march of civilization andliberty throughout the world by denouncing the circulation of theBible and the general diffusion of knowledge Turn to every land wherepopery predominates and you will find an ignorant and debasedpeasantry a profligate nobility and a priesthood licentiousavaricious domineering and cruelBut it may be asked is popery the same system now as in the days ofCardinal Bonner and the Bloody Mary We answer yes It is the boast ofall catholics that their church never varies either in spirit or inpractice For evidence of this look at the demonstrations of her spiritin the persecutions in the south of France for several years after therestoration of the Bourbons in 1814 All have witnessed with feelingsof detestation the recent efforts of the apostolicals in Spain andPortugal to crush the friends of civil and religious liberty in thoseillfated countries The narrative of Asaad Shidiak clearly indicatesthat the spirit of popery has lost none of its ferocity andbloodthirstiness since the Piedmontese war and the Bartholomewmassacre Where it has power its victims are still crushed by the samemeans which filled the dungeons of the inquisition and fed the fires ofthe _auto de fe_This is the religion to diffuse which strenuous efforts are now makingin this country Already the papal church numbers more than half amillion of communicants This number is rapidly augmenting by emigrationfrom catholic countries and by the conversion of protestant childrenwho are placed in their schools for instruction The recent events inEurope will no doubt send to our shores hundreds of jesuit priestswith a portion of that immense revenue which the papal church hashitherto enjoyed Another thing which will no doubt favour theirviews is the

Produced by Steven desJardins and the Online DistributedProofreading TeamIllustration Whats that howled the little professor dancingabout in his night robe See page 109Frank Merriwell Down SouthBYBURT L STANDISHAUTHOR OF Frank Merriwells SchoolDays Frank Merriwells ChumsFrank Merriwells Foes etcPHILADELPHIA DAVID McKAY PUBLISHER 610 SOUTH WASHINGTON SQUARECopyright 1903 By STREET SMITHFrank Merriwell Down SouthCONTENTSCHAPTER PAGE IA Wonderful Story 7 IIGone 13 IIIHeld for Ransom 19 IVUnmasked 27 VKidnaped 31 VICarried into the Mountains 37 VIIThe Camp in the Desert 42 VIIIThe Treasure Seeker 46 IXThe Professors Escape 51 XThe Stranger 57 XIThe Awakening Volcano 62 XIIDoom of the Silver Palace 68 XIIIA Stampede in a City 75 XIVThe Hot Blood of Youth 80 XVMystery of the Flower Queen 85 XVIProfessor Scotch Feels Ill 90 XVIILed into a Trap 95 XVIIIBarney on Hand 100 XIXA Humble Apology 106 XXThe Professors Courage 111 XXIFranks Bold Move 116 XXIIThe Queen is Found 121 XXIIIFighting Lads 127 XXIVEnd of the Search 132 XXVThe Mysterious Canoe 138 XXVIStill More Mysterious 144 XXVIIIn the Everglades 149 XXVIIIThe Hut on the Island 155 XXIXA Wild Night in the Swamp 160 XXXFranks Shot 165 XXXIYoung in Years Only 170 XXXIIA Mysterious Transformation 177 XXXIIIGage Takes a Turn 181 XXXIVA Fearful Fate 186 XXXVThe Serpent Vine 192 XXXVIRight or Wrong 196 XXXVIIFranks Mercy 200XXXVIIIIn the Mountains Again 206 XXXIXFrank and Kate 212 XLA Jealous Lover 218 XLIFacing Death 222 XLIIMuriel 228 XLIIISaved 240 XLIVFranks Suspicion

Produced by Marilynda FraserCunliffe Sankar Viswanathanand the Online Distributed Proofreading Team athttpwwwpgdpnet EVOLUTION IN MODERN THOUGHT BY HAECKEL THOMSON WEISMANN AND OTHERS THE MODERN LIBRARY PUBLISHERS NEW YORK CONTENTSI DARWINS PREDECESSORS J Arthur Thomson Professor of Natural History in the University of AberdeenII _The Selection Theory_ August Weismann Professor of Zoology in the University of Freiburg BadenIII HEREDITY AND VARIATION IN MODERN LIGHTS W Bateson Professor of Biology in the University of CambridgeIV THE DESCENT OF MAN G Schwalbe Professor of Anatomy in the University of StrassburgV CHARLES DARWIN AS AN ANTHROPOLOGIST Ernst Haeckel Professor of Zoology in the University of JenaVI MENTAL FACTORS IN EVOLUTION C Lloyd Morgan Professor of Psychology at University College BristolVII THE INFLUENCE OF THE CONCEPTION OF EVOLUTION ON MODERN PHILOSOPHY H Höffding Professor of Philosophy in the University of CopenhagenVIII THE INFLUENCE OF DARWIN UPON RELIGIOUS THOUGHT Rev P H WaggettIX DARWINISM AND HISTORY J B Bury Regious Professor of Modern History in the University of CambridgeX DARWINISM AND SOCIOLOGY C Bouglé Professor of Social Philosophy in the University of Toulouse and DeputyProfessor at the Sorbonne Paris EVOLUTION IN MODERN THOUGHTIDARWINS PREDECESSORSBY J ARTHUR THOMSON_Professor of Natural History in the University of Aberdeen_In seeking to discover Darwins relation to his predecessors it isuseful to distinguish the various services which he rendered to thetheory of organic evolutionI As everyone knows the general idea of the Doctrine of Descent isthat the plants and animals of the present day are the linealdescendants of ancestors on the whole somewhat simpler that theseagain are descended from yet simpler forms and so on backwardstowards the literal Protozoa and Protophyta about which weunfortunately know nothing Now no one supposes that Darwin originatedthis idea which in rudiment at least is as old as Aristotle WhatDarwin did was to make it current intellectual coin He gave it a formthat commended itself to the scientific and public intelligence of theday and he won widespread conviction by showing with consummate skillthat it was an effective formula to work with a key which no lockrefused In a scholarly critical and preeminently fairminded wayadmitting difficulties and removing them foreseeing objections andforestalling them he showed that the doctrine of descent supplied amodal interpretation of how our presentday fauna and flora have cometo beII In the second place Darwin applied the evolutionidea toparticular problems such as the descent of man and showed what apowerful organon it is introducing order into masses of uncorrelatedfacts interpreting enigmas both of structure and function bothbodily and mental and best of all stimulating and guiding furtherinvestigation But here again it cannot be claimed that Darwin wasoriginal The problem of the descent or ascent of man and otherparticular cases of evolution had attracted not a few naturalistsbefore Darwins day though no one except Herbert Spencer in thepsychological domain 1855 had come near him in precision andthoroughness of inquiryIII In the third place Darwin contributed largely to a knowledge ofthe factors in the evolutionprocess especially by his analysis ofwhat occurs in the case of domestic animals and cultivated plants andby his elaboration of the theory of Natural Selection which AlfredRussel Wallace independently stated at the same time and of whichthere had been a few previous suggestions of a more or less vaguedescription It was here that Darwins originality was greatest forhe revealed to naturalists the many different formsoften verysubtlewhich natural selection takes and with the insight of adisciplined scientific imagination he realised what a mighty engine ofprogress it has been and isIV As an epochmarking contribution not only to Ætiology but toNatural History in the widest sense we rank the picture which Darwingave to the world of the web of life that is to say of theinterrelations and linkages in Nature For the Biology of theindividualif that be not a contradiction in termsno idea is morefundamental than that of the correlation of organs but Darwins mostcharacteristic contribution was not less fundamentalit was the ideaof the correlation of organisms This again was not novel we findit in the works of naturalists like Christian Conrad SprengelGilbert White and Alexander von Humboldt but the realisation of itsfull import was distinctly Darwinian_As Regards the General Idea of Organic Evolution_While it is

Produced by David WidgerTHE PSYCHICAL RESEARCHERS TALETHE SCEPTICAL POLTERGEISTFrom The New DecameronVolume IIIBy J D BeresfordThere was once a time he began when I decided that I was a fraud thatI could not be a psychical researcher any longer I determined to giveit all up to investigate no more phenomena nor attend another séancenor read a word about psychical research for the remainder of my lifeOn the contrary I planned an intensive study of the works of the laterVictorians of that blissful period in the history of Europe whenwe could believe in the comforting doctrine of materialism Oh Ithought that one had a Haeckel or a Huxley living now to consoleus with their beautiful faith in the mortality of the soul TheNeoDarwinians failed to convince me the works of H G Wells left mecoldI will tell you the events that brought me to this evil passIt is not likely that anyone here will remember the Slipperton case Itattracted little attention at the time In 1905 there was still a littlesanity left in the world A few even of the London dailies were nearlysane then and refused to report ghost stories unless they were known tobe untrue And the Slipperton case had hardly any publicityan inchin the _Daily Mail_ headed Family Evicted by Ghosts was the onlynewspaper report that I saw though there may have been others In thesedays the story would be given a couple of columns opposite the leaderpage and the Sunday papersI was connected with the thing because Edgar Slipperton and his wifewere friends of mine quiet oldfashioned people who believed that whenyou were dead you _were_ dead and that that was the end of itThe phenomena that drove them out of their house at last were of theordinary poltergeist type that date back to the days of John Wesley TheSlippertons had a fat and very stupid cook whom I suspected of being anunconscious medium but they were so attached to her that they refusedto give her notice as I strongly advised them to do They told me thatalthough she was constitutionally unable to grasp a new idea such asthe idea of a different pudding she was entirely dependable alwaysdoing the same things in the same way and with the same results Andwhile this confirmed my suspicions that she was a spiritualistic mediumI recognised that she might have useful qualities as a cookThe Slippertons stood it pretty well for a time At first they were onlymildly inconvenienced Things used to disappear mysteriously and turnup in unexpected places Slippertons pincenez for example were lostand found inside the piano And Mrs Slippertons false front wouldbe moved in the night from the dressingtable to the brass knob of thebedpost even after she took to pinning it to the toilet cover Thingslike that irritating but not really seriousBut the trouble increased grew to be beyond endurance in the end Thepoltergeists with that lack of imagination which always characterisesthem started to play the old trick of pulling off the Slippertonsbedclothes in the middle of the nightone of the most annoying of thespirits antics And they followed that by experimenting with the heavyfurnitureI was out of England when the trouble came to a head and I heardnothing of the later developments until after the Slippertons had leftthe house I happened to meet Slipperton by accident in the Haymarketand he took me into his club and gave me the whole story NaturallyI was glad of the chance to investigate although I thought it veryprobable that the phenomena would cease with the departure of the cookI determined however to go down and spend a week in the house aloneI was not dismayed by the fact that I should be unable to get any helpwith my domestic arrangements owing to the superstitious fears of thevillagers I rather enjoyed cooking my own meals in those daysIt was fine weather in late May when I went down and I regardedthe visit as a kind of holiday rather than as a serious investigationNevertheless from force of habit I carried out my inquiry in thescientific spirit that is so absolutely essential in these mattersThe Slippertons house was on the outskirts of a small town inBuckinghamshire The shell of the house dated from the early seventeenthcentury You will find it described in the _Inventory of theRoyal Commission on Historical Monuments_the second volume of theBuckinghamshire survey But the inside had been gutted and replanned tosuit our modern requirements such as the need for making each bedroomaccessible without passing through other bedrooms the necessity for afitted bathroom and so onI found the house as Slipperton had warned me that I should in achaotic condition inside Everything movable seemed to have beenmovedwithout any definite intention so far as I could see but justfor the sake of upsetting the decent order of the household I founda fryingpan for instance hung on the hook that was designed for thedinnergong and the gong inside one of the beds A complete set ofbedroom ware had been arranged on the drawingroom table and apparentlysome witticism had been contemplated with a chest of drawers which hadbecome firmly wedged into the angle of the back staircase In short theusual strange feats that characterise poltergeist phenomenaI touched none of these misplaced things with the exception of thefryingpan which I needed to cook the sausages I had brought with mebut after I had had my meal I went through all the rooms and enteredthe position of every article in a large notebook making plans of eachroom besides a full list of the furniture and ornaments it containedLater I went up into the roof and disconnected the water supplyafterwards emptying the cistern and all the pipes And before I wentto bed I turned off the electric light at the main switch All theseprecautions as I need hardly tell you were absolutely essential Itmight appear difficult to explain the moving of a large chest of drawersby the sound of waterpipes or the fusing of an electric wire but thecritics of psychical research have essayed far more

Produced by Greg Weeks Stephen Blundell and the OnlineDistributed Proofreading Team at httpwwwpgdpnetIllustration MARKOVIACUBS OF THE WOLFBY RAYMOND F JONES _It may be that there is a weapon that from the viewpoint of the one its used on is worse than lethal You might say that death multiplies you by zero what would multiplication by minus one do_Illustrated by RogersIn the spring the cherry blossoms are heavy in the air over the campusof Solarian Institute of Science and Humanities On a small slope thatrims the park area Cameron Wilder lay on his back squinting through thecloud of pinkwhite petals to the sky beyond Beside him Joyce Farquhardrew her jacket closer with an irritated gesture It was still too coldto be sitting on the grass but Cameron didnt seem to notice itoranything else Joyce thoughtIf you dont submit a subject for your thesis now she said youlltake another full six months getting your doctorate Sometimes I thinkyou dont really want itCameron stirred He shifted his squinting gaze from the sky to Joyce andfinally sat up But he was staring ahead through the trees again as hetook his pipe from his pocket and began filling it slowlyI _dont_ want it if its not going to mean anything after I get ithe said belligerently Im not going to do an investigation of somesilly subject like The Transience of Venusian Immigrants in Relation tothe Martian Polar Ice Cap Cycle Solarian sociologists are the butt ofenough ridicule now Do something like that and for the rest of yourlife you get knocking of the knees whenever anybody inquires about thespecialty you worked in and threatens to read your thesisNobodys asking you to do anything you dont want to But _you_ pickedthe field of sociology to work in Now I dont see why you have to actsuch a purist that it takes months to find a research project for yourdegree Pick somethinganythingI dont care what it is But if youdont get a degree and an appointment out of the next session I dontthink well ever get marriednot everCameron removed his pipe from his mouth with a precise grip andconsidered it intently as it cupped in his hands Im glad youmentioned marriage he said I was just about to speak of it myselfWell dont said Joyce After three yearsThree yearsHe turned to face her and smiled for the first time He liked to leadher along occasionally just to watch her explode but he was not alwayssure when he had gone too far Joyce had a mind like a snapping randommatching calculator while he operated more on a slow carefully shapinganalogue basis knowing things were never quite what they seemed buttrying to get as close an approximation of the true picture as possibleWill you marry me now he saidThe question did not seem to startle her No degree noappointmentand no chance of getting onewe couldnt even get alicense I hope you arent suggesting we try to get along without oneor on a forgeryCameron shook his head No darling this is a perfectly bona fideproposal complete with license appointment the workswhat do yousayI say this spring sun is too much for you She touched the dark massof his hair warmed by the suns rays and put her head on his shoulderShe started to cry Dont tease me like that Cameron It seems likeweve been waiting foreverand theres still forever ahead of us Youcant do anything you want toCameron put his arms about her not caring if the whole Institutefaculty leaned out the windows to watch Thats why you shouldappreciate being about to marry such a resourceful fellow he said moregently And now he dropped all banter Ive been thinking about howlong its been too Thats why I decided to try to kill a couple ofsparrows with one pebbleJoyce sat up You arent seriousCameron sucked on his pipe once more Ever hear of the MarkovianNucleus he said thoughtfullyJoyce slowly nodded her head Oh I think Ive heard the namementioned she murmured but nothing more than thatIve asked for that as my research projectBut thats clear out of the galaxyin TranspaceYes and obviously out of bounds for the ordinary graduate researcherBut because of the scholarship record Ive been able to rack up here Itook a chance on applying to the Corning Foundation for a grant Andthey decided to take a chance on me after considerable and not entirelypainless investigation Thats why you were followed around like asuspected Disloyalist for a month My application included a provisionfor you to go along as my wife Professor Fothergill notified me thismorning that the grant had been awardedCam Joyces voice was brittle now You arent fooling meHe gathered her in his arms again You think I would fool aboutsomething like that darling In a week youll be Mrs C Wilder and assoon as school is out on your way to the Markovian Nucleus Andbesides it took me almost as much work preparing the researchprospectus as the average guy spends on his whole project Sometimes Joyce Farquhar wished Cameron were a good deal different thanhe was But then he wouldnt have been Cameron and she wouldnt want tomarry him she supposed And somehow while he fell behind on themidstretch he always managed to come in at the end with the rest ofthe field Or just a little bit ahead of itOr a good deal ahead of it As now It took her a few moments to realizethe magnitude of the coup he had actually pulled off For weeks she hadbeen depressed because he refused to use some trivial breeze researchto get his degree He could have started it as much as a year ago andthey could have been married now if hed set himself up a real cinchBut now they were getting married anywayand Cameron was getting thekind of research deal that would

Produced by David Newman Chuck Greif Keith Edkins andthe Online Distributed Proofreading Team athttpwwwpgdpnet This file was produced from imagesfrom the Cornell University Library Historical MathematicsMonographs collectionTranscribers NoteThe following codes are used for characters that are not present in thecharacter set used for this version of the book a a with macron etc g g with dot above etc s s with acute accent d d with dot below etc d d with line below H H with breve belowTHEHINDUARABIC NUMERALSBYDAVID EUGENE SMITHANDLOUIS CHARLES KARPINSKIBOSTON AND LONDONGINN AND COMPANY PUBLISHERS1911COPYRIGHT 1911 BY DAVID EUGENE SMITHAND LOUIS CHARLES KARPINSKIALL RIGHTS RESERVED8117THE ATHENÆUM PRESSGINN AND COMPANY PROPRIETORSBOSTON USA iiiPREFACESo familiar are we with the numerals that bear the misleading name ofArabic and so extensive is their use in Europe and the Americas that itis difficult for us to realize that their general acceptance in thetransactions of commerce is a matter of only the last four centuries andthat they are unknown to a very large part of the human race today Itseems strange that such a laborsaving device should have struggled fornearly a thousand years after its system of place value was perfectedbefore it replaced such crude notations as the one that the Roman conquerormade substantially universal in Europe Such however is the case andthere is probably no one who has not at least some slight passing interestin the story of this struggle To the mathematician and the student ofcivilization the interest is generally a deep one to the teacher of theelements of knowledge the interest may be less marked but nevertheless itis real and even the business man who makes daily use of the curioussymbols by which we express the numbers of commerce cannot fail to havesome appreciation for the story of the rise and progress of these tools ofhis tradeThis story has often been told in part but it is a long time since anyeffort has been made to bring together the fragmentary narrations and toset forth the general problem of the origin and development of these ivnumerals In this little work we have attempted to state the history ofthese forms in small compass to place before the student materials for theinvestigation of the problems involved and to express as clearly aspossible the results of the labors of scholars who have studied the subjectin different parts of the world We have had no theory to exploit for thehistory of mathematics has seen too much of this tendency already but asfar as possible we have weighed the testimony and have set forth what seemto be the reasonable conclusions from the evidence at handTo facilitate the work of students an index has been prepared which we hopemay be serviceable In this the names of authors appear only when some usehas been made of their opinions or when their works are first mentioned infull in a footnoteIf this work shall show more clearly the value of our number system andshall make the study of mathematics seem more real to the teacher andstudent and shall offer material for interesting some pupil more fully inhis work with numbers the authors will feel that the considerable laborinvolved in its preparation has not been in vainWe desire to acknowledge our especial indebtedness to Professor AlexanderZiwet for reading all the proof as well as for the digest of a Russianwork to Professor Clarence L Meader for Sanskrit transliterations and toMr Steven T Byington for Arabic transliterations and the scheme ofpronunciation of Oriental names and also our indebtedness to otherscholars in Oriental learning for informationDAVID EUGENE SMITHLOUIS CHARLES KARPINSKI vCONTENTS CHAPTER PRONUNCIATION OF ORIENTAL NAMES vi I EARLY IDEAS OF THEIR ORIGIN 1 II EARLY HINDU FORMS WITH NO PLACE VALUE 12 III LATER HINDU FORMS WITH A PLACE VALUE 38 IV THE SYMBOL ZERO 51 V THE QUESTION OF THE INTRODUCTION OF THE NUMERALS INTO EUROPE BY BOETHIUS 63 VI THE DEVELOPMENT OF THE NUMERALS AMONG THE ARABS 91 VII THE DEFINITE INTRODUCTION OF THE NUMERALS INTO EUROPE 99 VIII THE SPREAD OF THE NUMERALS IN EUROPE

Produced by Suzanne Lybarger and the booksmiths athttpwwweBookForgenet CHILDREN AND THEIR BOOKS BY JAMES HOSMER PENNIMAN LITT DIllustration School Bulletin Publications emblem SYRACUSE N Y C W BARDEEN PUBLISHERCopyright 1921 by C W BARDEENCHILDREN AND THEIR BOOKSThe most vital educational problem will always be how to make the bestuse of the childs earlier years not only for the reason that in themmany receive their entire school training but also because while thepower of the child to learn increases with age his susceptibility toformative influences diminishes and so rapid is the working of thislaw that President Eliot thinks that the temperament physical constitution mental aptitudes and moral quality of a boy are all well determined by the time he is 18 years oldGreat waste of the childs time and mental energy in the preciousearly years is caused by disregard of the way in which his mindunfolds Not only are children set at work for which they are not yetfitted but frequently they are kept at occupations which are farbelow what they might profitably engage in The child should beguided not driven to force his mind is an educational crime Longcontinued attention and concentration are injurious but by using tacta great deal may be accomplished without strainAt first the aim should be not so much to fill the mind with knowledgeas to develop the powers as they are ready for it and to cultivatethe ability to use them The plasticity of the childs mind is suchthat a new impression may be erased quickly by a newer one hischaracter receives a decided bent only through repeated impressions ofthe same kind The imaginative faculty is one of the earliest toappear and a weakness of our educational systems is the failure torealize its importance and to pay sufficient attention to itsdevelopment It is well known that imagination is the creative powerof the mind which gives life to all work so that without it Newtonwould never have found the law of gravitation nor Columbus havediscovered America The world of makebelieve is filled with delightfor the small child He loves stories of imaginary adventure that hecan act out in his play Now with my little gun I crawl All in the dark along the wall And follow round the forest track Away behind the sofa back I see the others far away As if in firelit camp they lay And I like to an Indian scout Around their party prowled aboutCultivate his imagination by helping the child to image what he hasread Let us play that we are sailing with Columbus in a little shipover the great green ocean When we look far off from the top of awave we see nothing but sky and whitecapped water all around us areangry faces and angry wavesIt is easy to work on the emotions of a little child and thoughtlesspersons may find it amusing but it is a serious matter for it has aninjurious effect upon his nerves Ghost stories and books whichinspire fear of the supernatural often do much harm to imaginativechildrenThe boundless curiosity of the child may be aroused and stimulated sothat he gets to know himself and the world about him in a way thatfurnishes him with constant and delightful employment The growth ofhis mind is rapid and healthful because he is reaching out tocomprehend and verify and apply to his own purposes the knowledge thathe derives from books and that which he obtains from observation Itis not easy to realize the ignorance of children Dr G Stanley Hallfound by experiments with a large number of sixyearolds in Bostonthat 55 percent did not know that wooden things are made from treesThe world is strange to them they must grope their way they areattracted by the bright the flashy the sensational and their tasteswill develop in these directions unless they are taught betterGrownups estimate in terms of previous experience the child has hadlittle previous experience to which to refer Edward Thring saysThe emptiness of a young boys mind is often not taken into accountat least emptiness so far as all knowledge in it being of afragmentary and piecemeal description nothing complete It may wellhappen that an intelligent boy shall be unable to understand aseemingly simple thing because some bit of knowledge which hisinstructor takes it for granted he possesses and probably thinksinstinctive is wanting to fill up the wholeTo impart the desire for knowledge and the power of getting it is nextto characterbuilding the most important work of the school Encourageselfactivity to the fullest extent When the child asks a question becareful not to put him off or discourage him but if it is possible toshow him how to find the answer for himself do so even at the expenseof considerable time and trouble Aid that quenches curiosity retardsmental growth Many children ask questions merely for the sake oftalking and forget the question before they have heard the answer Asthe child gradually becomes able to use them show him how to employbooks as tools Keep reference books on low shelves or tables inconvenient places where it is easy to get at them Show the childthat the dictionary the atlas and the encyclopaedia contain storesof knowledge accumulated by the work of many scholars for many yearsand laboriously classified and arranged for the benefit of seekersafter information Show him how to investigate a subject under severaldifferent titles and how to get what

Produced by Suzanne Lybarger Christine D and thebooksmiths at httpwwweBookForgenetBOOKLOVERS BIBLIOMANIACSANDBOOK CLUBSIllustration BookLovers Bibliomaniacs and Book ClubsByHENRYHHARPER Privately Printed At The Riverside Press Cambridge BOSTON MDCDIVCOPYRIGHT 1904 BY H H HARPERALL RIGHTS RESERVEDPREFATORYHAVING been asked to make a few remarks upon Bookloving Bookbuyingand Book Clubsnot for publication before the great audience ofreaders but for the exclusive use of the members of a private BookClubI venture thus to offer my views hoping that in the light ofmy own personal experience I may be able to give a few useful hintsand suggestions to those who may peruse the pages which followIf this little tome in which are recorded the reflections of one whofor many years has mingled with publishers booksellers bibliophilescollectors and bibliomaniacs should prove to be of any interest orservice and is found worthy of a small space in some sequestered nookin the library where it may in silent repose behold its more worthyand resplendent companions the fondest ambition of the author will begratified beyond peradventureTHE AUTHORBOOKLOVERS BIBLIOMANIACSANDBOOK CLUBSBOOKcollecting is undeniably one of the most engaging pursuits inwhich a refined and artistic taste may be indulged From the earliesttimes and even before the days of printing this pleasant diversionhas been pursued by persons of moderate means as well as by those ofwealth and distinction and every succeeding generation ofbookcollectors has exceeded its predecessors in numbers and inenthusiasm The alluring influences of bibliophilism or booklovinghave silently crept into thousands of homes whether beautiful orhumble for the library is properly regarded as one of the mostimportant features of home as well as mental equipmentIn _The House Beautiful_ William C Gannett emphasizes the importanceof considering the library as foremost in furnishing a home He saysIt means admission to the new marvels of science if one choosesadmission It means an introduction to the noblest company that allthe generations have produced if we claim the introductionRemembering this how can one help wishing to furnish his house withsome such furniture A poet for a table piece A philosopher upon theshelf Browning or Emerson for a fireside friendA familys rank in thought and taste can well be gauged by the booksand papers that lie upon the shelf or table of the libraryNot many years ago Mr Howard Pyle said I sometimes think that weare upon the edge of some new era in which the art of beautifyingbooks with pictures shall suddenly be uplifted into a higher and adifferent plane of excellence when ornate printed colour and perfectreproduction shall truly depict the labour of the patient draughtsmanwho strives so earnestly to beautify the world in which he lives andto lend a grace to the living therein The prophecy is alreadyfulfilled and a modern book in order to win favor among presentdaybibliophiles must embody an harmonious assimilation of many artsThe ardor of possessing books commonly called bibliomania alsostyled bibliophilism and bibliowhatever else that has suggesteditself to the fruitful imaginations of dozens of felicitous writersupon the subjectis described by Dibdin as a disease which growswith our growth and strengthens with our strength Kings and queenshave not been immune from this prevalent though harmless malady Thevast resources of Henry VII were employed in collecting a library ofwhich a modern millionaire collector might be justly proud Manyspecimens of his magnificent collection bearing the royal stamp arenow to be found in the British Museum Queen Elizabeth and Lady JaneGrey were submissive victims of the bibliomania It is worthy of notethat while there were but few women bookcollectors in the Elizabethanperiod there are at the present time in our own country almost asmany women as there are men engaged in this fascinating pursuit Aslate as 1843 Dibdin remarks that it is a remarkable circumstancethat the bibliomania has almost uniformly confined its attacks to the_male_ sex and among people in the higher and middling classes ofsociety It has raged chiefly in palaces castles halls and gaymansions and those things which in general are supposed not to beinimical to healthsuch as cleanliness spaciousness and splendourare only so many inducements to the introduction and propagation ofthe bibliomaniaIt should be remembered however that one possessing a fondness forbooks is not necessarily a bibliomaniac There is as much differencebetween the inclinations and taste of a bibliophile and a bibliomaniacas between a slight cold and the advanced stages of consumption Someone has said that to call a bibliophile a bibliomaniac is to conducta lover languishing for his maidens smile to an asylum for thedemented and to shut him up in the ward for the incurables _Biblio_relates to books and _mania_ is synonymous with madness insanityviolent derangement mental aberration etc A bibliomaniactherefore might properly be called an insane or crazy bibliophile Itis however a harmless insanity and even in its worst stages itinjures no one Rational treatment may cure a bibliomaniac and bringhim or her back into the congenial folds of bibliophilism unlessperchance the victim has passed beyond the curative stages into thevast and dreamy realms of extraillustrating or grangerizingPeople usually have a horror of insane persons and one might wellbeware of indulging a taste for books if there were any reasonableprobability that this would lead to mental derangement There could befurnituremaniacs rugmaniacs and chinamaniacs just as well asbookmaniacs but people do not generally hesitate to purchasefurniture rugs and china for fear of going crazy on the subject andno more reason is there why rational persons should hesitate to make acollection of good books for a library for fear of being calledbibliomaniacs In _Sesame and Lilies_ Ruskin says If a man spendslavishly on his library you call him mada bibliomaniac But younever call one a horsemaniac though men ruin themselves every day bytheir horses and you do not hear of people ruining themselves bytheir booksThis is preëminently the age of collectors and scarcely a week passeswithout the discovery of some new dementia in this direction Only afew days ago I read of a new delirium which threatens disaster to thefeline progeny it may be called the _cattail mania_ seeing that itsvictims possess an

Produced by Suzanne Lybarger Meghan and the booksmithsat httpwwweBookForgenet Transcribers Note Obvious typographical errors have been corrected in this text For a complete list please see the bottom of this document THE BOOKLOVER AND HIS BOOKSIllustration From the _Digestum Novum_ of Justinian printed at Veniceby Jenson in 1477 The type page of which this is a reduction measures1212 by 812 inches The initials in the original have been filled inby hand in red and blue_From the copy in the Library of Brown University_THE BOOKLOVER ANDHIS BOOKSBYHARRY LYMAN KOOPMAN LITTDLIBRARIAN OF BROWN UNIVERSITYBOSTONTHE BOSTON BOOK COMPANY1917_Copyright 1916_BY THE BOSTON BOOK COMPANYTHE UNIVERSITY PRESS CAMBRIDGE U S ATOTHE AUTHORS AND THEIR PRINTERSWHO HAVE GIVEN USTHE BOOKS THAT WE LOVEPREFATORY NOTEThe following chapters were written during a series of years as oneaspect after another of the Book engaged the writers attention As theyare now brought together the result is not a systematic treatise butrather a succession of views of one manysided subject In consequencethere is considerable overlapping The writer hopes however that thiswill be looked upon not as vain repetition but as a legitimatereinforcement of his underlying theme the unity in diversity of theBook and the federation of all who have to do with it He thereforeoffers the present volume not so much for continuous reading as forreading by chapters He trusts that for those who may consult it inconnection with systematic study a sufficient clue to whatever it maycontain on any given topic will be found in the indexMost of these chapters appeared as papers in The Printing Art twowere published in The Graphic Arts and some in other magazines Thewriter expresses his thanks to the proprietors of these periodicals forthe permission to republish the articles in their present collectiveform All the papers have been revised to some extent They wereoriginally written in rare moments of leisure scattered through the busyhours of a librarian Their writing was a source of pleasure and theirfirst publication brought him many delightful associations As they arepresented in their new attire to another group of readers their authorcan wish for them no better fortune than to meetpossibly tomakebookloversBROWN UNIVERSITY LIBRARYCommencement Day 1916TABLE OF CONTENTSBOOKS AND BOOKLOVERS 3FITNESS IN BOOK DESIGN 9PRINT AS AN INTERPRETER OF MEANING 14FAVORITE BOOK SIZES 19THE VALUE OF READING 28THE BOOK OF TODAY AND THE BOOK OF TOMORROW 33A CONSTRUCTIVE CRITIC OF THE BOOK 38BOOKS AS A LIBRARIAN WOULD LIKE THEM 44THE BOOK BEAUTIFUL 49THE READERS HIGH PRIVILEGE 63THE BACKGROUND OF THE BOOK 79THE CHINESE BOOK 87THICK PAPER AND THIN 92THE CLOTHING OF A BOOK

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Produced by Carlo Traverso Rénald Lévesque and the OnlineDistributed Proofreaders Europe at httpdprastkonetThis file was produced from images generously made availableby the Bibliothèque nationale de France AN ACCOUNT OF TIMBUCTOO AND HOUSA TERRITORIES IN THE INTERIOR OF Africa By EL HAGE ABD SALAM SHABEENY WITH _NOTES CRITICAL AND EXPLANATORY_ TO WHICH IS ADDED LETTERS DESCRIPTIVE OF TRAVELS THROUGH WEST AND SOUTH BARBARY AND ACROSS THE MOUNTAINS OF ATLAS ALSO FRAGMENTS NOTES AND ANECDOTES SPECIMENS OF THE ARABIC EPISTOLARY STYLE c c_LUnivers est une espèce de livre dont on na lu que la première page quand on na vu que son pays_ LE COSMOPOLITE By JAMES GREY JACKSON RESIDENT UPWARDS OF SIXTEEN YEARS IN SOUTH AND WEST BARBARY IN A DIPLOMATIC AND IN A COMMERCIAL CAPACITY LONDON PRINTED FOR LONGMAN HURST REES ORME AND BROWN PATERNOSTERROW 1820Printed by A and R SpottiswoodePrinters Street London TO HIS MOST EXCELLENT MAJESTY GEORGE THE FOURTH _c c c_ THIS WORK IS WITH PERMISSION RESPECTFULLY INSCRIBED BY HIS MAJESTYS MOST DUTIFUL SUBJECT AND SERVANT JAMES GREY JACKSONINTRODUCTIONThe person who communicated the following intelligence respectingTimbuctoo and Housa is a Muselman and a native of Tetuan whose fatherand mother are personally known to Mr

Produced by Roger Frank and the Online DistributedProofreading Team at httpwwwpgdpnetIllustration A few rapid and accurate strokes with the pick loosenedthe hard earth Page 96 FrontispieceTHE BOY SCOUT TREASURE HUNTERSorTHE LOST TREASURE OF BUFFALO HOLLOWbyCHARLES HENRY LERRIGOIllustrated ByCHARLES L WRENNPublished With The Approval OfTHE BOY SCOUTS OF AMERICAPublishersBARSE HOPKINSNew York N YNewark N JCopyright 1917 by Barse HopkinsThe Boy Scout Treasure HuntersPrinted in the United States of AmericaTO MY SONFRANK LERRIGOIN THE HOPE THAT IT MAYHELP HIM TO BE AGOOD SCOUTCONTENTSCHAPTER PAGE I Glen Mason Runs Away 9 II A Friend and a Foe 22 III Jolly Bill Is Considerably Upset 34 IV How Mother Cares 46 V Treacherous Indians at Buffalo Lake 56 VI Getting Acquainted 68 VII Glen Is Initiated 79 VIII Matt Burtons Treasure Find 91 IX Glen Enlists 102 X J Jervice and His Gang 112 XI Glen Follows a False Trail 120 XII The Bee Tree 133 XIII The Chase on the MotorBike 144 XIV Safe at Camp Buffalo 154 XV Strength and Loyalty 167 XVI Detective Matty 177 XVII The End of the Jervice Gang 189 XVIII Glen and Apple Find the Cave 203 XIX Buried in the Cave 214 XX The Treasure of Buffalo Lake 227 XXI What Became of Them 240ILLUSTRATIONS

Produced by Roger Frank and the Online DistributedProofreading Team at httpwwwpgdpnetIllustration Terry heard distinctly the footsteps of the warriorTHEHUNTERS OF THE OZARKBYEDWARD S ELLISAuthor Of Young Pioneer Series Log Cabin SeriesGreat River Series Etc EtcPhiladelphiaHenry T Coates CoCopyright 1887byPORTER COATESCONTENTSCHAPTER PAGE IAN ESTRAY 5 IITHE TINKLE OF A BELL 15 IIIAN ABORIGINAL PLOT 25 IVA PARTY OF THE THIRD PART 34 VA FRIEND IN NEED 44 VIFRED LINDEN RECEIVES A MESSAGE FROM THE OZARK CAMP 54 VIITHE HUNTERS OF OZARK 64 VIIIA WELCOME ACQUAINTANCE 74 IXA MISHAP 84 XA STRUGGLE FOR LIFE 94 XITRAMPING SOUTHWARD 104 XIIA STRANGE ANIMAL 114 XIIIA TROUBLESOME VISITOR 124 XIVA WELCOME ALLY 134 XVDEERFOOT WILL BE SENTINEL TONIGHT 144 XVIAROUND THE CAMPFIRE 154 XVIIA SUSPICIOUS SOUND 164 XVIIILIKE A THIEF IN THE NIGHT 174 XIXSHAWANOE AND WINNEBAGO 185 XXANOTHER NIGHT VISITOR 195 XXITHE CAMP OF THE WINNEBAGOS 205 XXIIKEEP TO THE TRAIL 215 XXIIIAN INFURIATE SHAWANOE 225

Produced by Mark C Orton Linda McKeown Jacqueline Jeremyand the Online Distributed Proofreading Team athttpwwwpgdpnetTHE CAMPFIRE GIRLS SERIES A CAMPFIRE GIRLS FIRST COUNCIL FIRE A CAMPFIRE GIRLS CHUM A CAMPFIRE GIRL IN SUMMER CAMP A CAMPFIRE GIRLS ADVENTURE A CAMPFIRE GIRLS TEST OF FRIENDSHIP A CAMPFIRE GIRLS HAPPINESSIllustration Keep still and you wont be hurt commanded the man A Campfire Girls Test of Friendship By JANE L STEWART CAMPFIRE GIRLS SERIES VOLUME V THE SAALFIELD PUBLISHING COMPANY AKRON OHIO NEW YORK Made in USA COPYRIGHT MCMXIV BY THE SAALFIELD PUBLISHING COThe Camp Fire Girls On the MarchCHAPTER IAN UNEXPECTED VISITOROh what a glorious day cried Bessie King the first of the membersof the Manasquan Camp Fire Girls of America to emerge from the sleepinghouse of Camp Sunset on Lake Dean and to see the sun sparkling on thewater of the lake She was not long alone in her enjoyment of the scenehoweverOh its lovely said Dolly Ransom as rubbing her eyes sleepilysince it was only a little after six she joined her friend on theporch This is really the first time weve had a chance to see what thelake looks like Its been covered with that dense smoke ever sinceweve been hereWell the smoke has nearly all gone Dolly The change in the wind notonly helped to put out the fire but its driving the smoke away fromusThe smoke isnt all gone though Bessie Look over there Its stillrising from the other end of the woods on the other side of the lakebut it isnt bothering us over here any moreWhat a pity it is that weve got to go away just as the weather givesus a chance to enjoy it here But then I guess well have a good timewhen we do go away anyhow We thought we werent going to enjoy ithere but it hasnt been so bad after all has itNo because it ended well Bessie But if those girls in the camp nextdoor had had their way we wouldnt have had a single pleasant thing toremember about staying here would weTheyve had their lesson I think Dolly Perhaps they wont be soready to look down on the Camp Fire Girls after thisand Im sure theywould be nice and friendly if we stayedI wouldnt want any of their friendliness All Id ask would be forthem to let us alone Thats all I ever did want them to do anyhow Ifthey had just minded their own affairs there wouldnt have been anytroubleWell I feel sort of sorry for them Dolly When they finally got intoreal trouble they had to come to us for help and if they are the sortof girls they seem to be they couldnt have liked doing that verywellYou bet they didnt Bessie It was just the hardest thing they couldhave done You see the reason they were so mean to us is that they areawfully proud and they think theyre better than any other peopleThen whats the use of still being angry at them I thought you werentlast nightnot at Gladys Cooper at leastWhy I thought then that she was in danger because of what Id doneand that made me feel bad But you and I helped to get her back to theircamp safely so I feel as if we were square I suppose I ought to bewilling to forgive them for the way they acted but I just cant seem todo it BessieWell as long as were going away from here today anyhow it doesntmake much difference Were not likely to see them again are weI dont know why notthose who live in the same town anyhow MarciaBates and Gladys Cooperthe two who were lost on the mountain lastnight you knowlive very close to me at homeYou were always good friends with Gladys until you met her up herewerent youOh yes good friends enough I dont think we either of us caredparticularly about the other Each of us had a lot of friends we likedbetter but we got along well enoughWell dont you think she just made a mistake and then was afraid toadmit it and try to make up for it I think lots of people are likethat They do something wrong and then just because it frightens thema little and they think it would be hard to set matters right theymake a bad thing much worseOh you cant make me feel charitable about them and theres no usetrying Bessie Lets try not to talk about them for it makes me angryevery time I think of the way they behaved They were just plain snobsthats allI thought Gladys Cooper was pretty mean after all the trouble we hadtaken last night to help her and her chum but I do think the rest weresorry and felt that theyd been all wrong They really said so if yourememberWell they ought to have been certainly What a lot of lazy girls theymust be Do look Bessie There isnt a sign of life over at their campI bet not one of them is up yetYoure a fine one to criticise anyone else for being lazy DollyRansom How long did it take me to wake you up this morning And howmany times have you nearly missed breakfast by going back to bed afteryoud pretended to get upOh well said Dolly defiantly its just because Im lazy myselfand know what a fault it is that Im the proper one to call other peopledown for it Its always the one who knows all about some sin who canpreach the best sermon against it you knowTurning preacher 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Produced by Chris Curnow Leonard Johnson and the OnlineDistributed Proofreading Team at httpwwwpgdpnet FROM EDINBURGH TO INDIA AND BURMAHIllustration Ayah and Child FROM EDINBURGH TO INDIA BURMAH BY W G BURN MURDOCH Author of From Edinburgh to the Antarctic A Procession of the Kings of Scotland etc _WITH TWENTYFOUR FULLPAGE ILLUSTRATIONS IN COLOUR FROM PAINTINGS BY THE AUTHOR_ LONDON GEORGE ROUTLEDGE SONS LTD NEW YORK E P DUTTON CO _TO_ ST C C Contents CHAP I Introducing these Digressions Point of Departure Edinburgh Street Scenes Flying Impressions from the Train to LONDON Street Scenes there The Park and Regent Street The People in the Streets Our Royalties gone and Loyalty going Piccadilly Circus by Night and Mount Street pp 18 CHAP II London to Tilbury and the Platform at Victoria Station The Embarkation on a P O A Bugle Call The luxury of being at sea

Produced by Joe Longo and the Online DistributedProofreading Team at httpwwwpgdpnetTHE HOWTODOIT BOOKSELECTRICITY FOR BOYSIllustration Fig 1 WORK BENCHTHE HOWTODOIT BOOKSELECTRICITY FOR BOYSA working guide in the successivesteps of electricity described insimple termsWITH MANY ORIGINAL ILLUSTRATIONSBy J S ZERBE MEAUTHOR OFCARPENTRY FOR BOYSPRACTICAL MECHANICS FOR BOYSIllustration Printers MarkTHE NEW YORK BOOK COMPANYNEW YORKCOPYRIGHT 1914 BYTHE NEW YORK BOOK COMPANYCONTENTSINTRODUCTORY Page 1I ELECTRICITY CONSIDERED BRIEF HISTORICALEVENTS Page 5 The Study of Electricity First Historical Accounts Bottling Electricity Discovery of Galvanic Electricity Electromotive Force Measuring Instruments Rapidity of Modern Progress How to Acquire the Vast Knowledge The Means EmployedII WHAT TOOLS AND APPARATUS ARE NEEDED Page 11 Preparing the Workshop Uses of Our Workshop What to Build What to Learn Uses of the Electrical Devices Tools Magnetwinding ReelIII MAGNETS COILS ARMATURES ETC Page 18 The Two Kinds of Magnets Permanent Magnets ElectroMagnets Magnetism Materials for Magnets Nonmagnetic Material Action of a _Second_ Magnet What North and South Pole Mean Repulsion and Attraction Positives and Negatives Magnetic Lines of Force The Earth as a Magnet Why the Compass Points North and South Peculiarity of a Magnet Action of the ElectroMagnet Exterior Magnetic Influence Around a Wires Carrying a Current Parallel WiresIV FRICTIONAL VOLTAIC OR GALVANIC AND ELECTROMAGNETICELECTRICITY Page 29 Three Electrical Sources Frictional Electricity Leyden Jar Voltaic or Galvanic Electricity Voltaic Pile How Made Plus and Minus Signs The Common Primary Cell Battery Resistance Electrolyte and Current Electromagnetic Electricity Magnetic Radiation Different Kinds of Dynamos Direct Current Dynamos Simple Magnet Construction How to Wind The Dynamo Fields The Armature Armature Windings Mounting the Armature The Commutator Commutator Brushes Dynamo Windings The Field Serieswound Field Shuntwound CompoundwoundV HOW TO DETECT AND MEASURE ELECTRICITY Page 49 Measuring Instruments The Detector Direction of Current Simple Current Detector How to Place the Detector Different Ways to Measure a Current The Sulphuric Acid Voltameter The Copper Voltameter The Galvanoscope Electromagnetic Method The Calorimeter The Light Method The Preferred Method How to Make a Sulphuric Acid Voltameter How to Make a Copper Voltameter Objections to the CalorimeterVI VOLTS AMPERES OHMS AND WATTS Page 60Understanding Terms Intensity and Quantity VoltageAmperage Meaning of Watts and Kilowatt AStandard of Measurement The Ampere Standard TheVoltage Standard The Ohm Calculating the VoltageVII PUSH BUTTONS SWITCHES ANNUNCIATORS BELLS ANDLIKE APPARATUS Page 65 Simple Switches A TwoPole Switch DoublePole Switch Sliding Switch Reversing Switch Push Buttons Electric Bells How Made How Operated Annunciators Burglar Alarm Wire Circuiting Circuiting System with Two Bells and Push Buttons The Push Buttons Annunciators and Bells Wiring Up a HouseVIII ACCUMULATORS STORAGE OR SECONDARY BATTERIES Page 82 Storing Up Electricity The Accumulator Accumulator Plates The Grid The Negative Pole Connecting Up the Plates Charging the Cells The Initial Charge The Charging CurrentIX THE TELEGRAPH Page 90 Mechanism in Telegraph Circuit The Sending Key The Sounder Connecting Up the Key and Sounder Two Stations in Circuit The Double Click Illustrating the Dot and the Dash The Morse Telegraph Code Example in UseX HIGHTENSION APPARATUS CONDENSERS ETC Page 98 Induction Low and High Tension Elastic Property of Electricity The Condenser Connecting up a Condenser The Interrupter Uses of Hightension CoilsXI WIRELESS TELEGRAPHY Page 104 Telegraphing Without Wires Surging Character of Hightension Currents The Coherer How Made The Decoherer The Sending Apparatus The Receiving Apparatus How the Circuits are FormedXII THE TELEPHONE

Produced by Juliet Sutherland Janet Blenkinship and theOnline Distributed Proofreading Team at httpwwwpgdpnetIllustrationFROM A TERRACEIN PRAGUEBYLIEUTCOL B GRANVILLE BAKERDSO FRGSWITH 36 ILLUSTRATIONS AND ONE MAPNEW YORKBRENTANOSPUBLISHERS_All rights reserved__Printed in Great Britain by_UNWIN BROTHERS LIMITED THE GRESHAM PRESS LONDON AND WOKINGTHIS BOOKIS DEDICATED TOA WISE AND GENTLE LADY WHOLOOKS OUT UPON LIFEFROM A TERRACEPREFACEThere are many excuses for the writing of books and sometimes there mayeven be sufficient reason I offer no excuses but will give whatreasons I have for committing to paper these my reflections ormeditations inspired by the sight of a fine old capital city as seenfrom a Terrace in PragueThe first reason I wish to give may be altruistic namely that findingso many of my race quite ignorant of Prague and all that city stands forright down the ages I feel compelled to add my mite to what has alreadybeen written about the subjectMy second reason a strong one with me arises out of my inability toenjoy things of beauty and interest without letting my friends knowabout them This may be a weak and selfish reason but there it isThe third reason rests on my intense desire that you should come outhere to Prague even to the terrace of my choice and look at the scenethrough my eyes while I would endeavour to see it through yours This Iadmit is undiluted selfishness on my partWhile awaiting you I am preparing by means of this work to introduceyou to a goodly throng of those who know or knew this city and loved itwell Perhaps they may admit me to their round table as the last toarrive and the least In any case I owe them a debt of gratitude fortheir help in becoming acquainted with Prague and the deeper meaning ofthis glorious city There are many such kindly helpers there was CosmasPragensis the chronicler Palacky the historian there was Count Lützowwhose works on Prague as on his native country are inspired by intenselove of them and illumined by transparent honesty There are othersstill among us and doing useful work A walk with Dr Jevrabek in thegardens of Waldsteins palace a talk with Professor vSkola and manyother good friends of mine in Prague have made a pleasure of this workI have undertaken Out of sheer joy in the things I have seen and heardand the kindly spirit that informed those who helped me have I writtenand illustrated this book _From a Terrace in Prague_Transcribers note In this text the caron has been represented with vx vX etc CONTENTS PAGEPREFACE 7CHAPTER IINTRODUCES PRAGUE 14CHAPTER IIABOUT GUIDES AND GUIDE BOOKS AND THE WEATHER OF PRAGUE 32CHAPTER IIIVYvSEHRAD LIBUvSA AND PvREMYSL AND OTHER EARLY NOTABLES OFPRAGUE AMONG THEM ST WENCESLAUS 50CHAPTER IVMORE ABOUT ST WENCESLAUS AND HIS IMMEDIATE SUCCESSORS 70CHAPTER VGOOD AND BAD RULERS OF BOHEMIA UP TO A CONTEMPORARY OF FREDERICKBARBAROSSA STRAHOV MONASTERY 88CHAPTER VIFIVE KINGS OF THE HOUSE OF PvREMYSL INTRODUCES THE FIRST HABSBURGTO VISIT BOHEMIA 106CHAPTER VIIBLIND KING JOHN OF BOHEMIA

Produced by Thierry Alberto Stephen Blundell and theOnline Distributed Proofreading Team at httpwwwpgdpnet HELEN REDEEMED AND OTHER POEMS BY MAURICE HEWLETT Dôron Erôs Aidê MACMILLAN AND CO LIMITED ST MARTINS STREET LONDON 1913Transcribers NoteMinor typographical errors have been corrected without note Archaicspellings have been retained Greek words have been transliterated andare shown between braces The oe ligature has been transcribed asoeDEDICATION Love owes tribute unto Death Being but a flower of breath Evn as thy fair body is Moments figure of the bliss Dwelling in the mind of God When He called thee from the sod Like a crocus up to start Grayeyed with a golden heart Out of earth and point our sight To thy eternal home of light Here on earth is all we know To let our love as steadfast blow Openhearted to the sun Folded down when our days done As thy flower that bids it be Flower of thy charity Tis not ours to boast or pray Breath from us shall outlive clay Tis not thine thou Pitiful Set me task beyond my rule Yet as young men carve on trees Lovely names and find in these Solace in the after time So to have hid thee in my rhyme Shall be comfort when I take The lonely road Then for my sake Keep thou this my graven sigh And that I may not all die Open it and hear it tell Here was one who loved thee well_October 6 1912_CONTENTS PAGE HELEN REDEEMED 1 HYPSIPYLE 123 OREITHYIA 149 CLYTIÉ 155 LAI OF GOBERTZ 159 THE SAINTS MAYING 169 THE ARGIVE WOMEN 173 GNATHO 187 TO THE GODS OF THE COUNTRY 193 FOURTEEN SONNETS ALMA SDEGNOSA 197 THE WINDS POSSESSION 198 ASPETTO REALE 199 KIN CONFESSED 200 QUEL GIORNO PIÙ 201 ABSENCE 202 PRESENCE 203 DREAM ANGUISH 204 HYMNIABEATRIX 206 LUX E TENEBRIS 207 DUTY 208 WAGES

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Produced by David WidgerTOWN VERSUS COUNTRYBy Mary Russell MitfordIm desperately afeard Sue that that brother of thine will turn outa jackanapes was the apostrophe of the good yeoman Michael Howe tohis pretty daughter Susan as they were walking one fine afternoon inharvest through some narrow and richly wooded lanes which woundbetween the crofts of his farm of Rutherford West situate in thatoutoftheway part of Berkshire which is emphatically called the LowCountry for no better reason that I can discover than that it is thevery hilliest part of the royal county Im sadly afeard Sue thathell turn out a jackanapesand the stout farmer brandished the tallpaddle which served him at once as a walking stick and a weedinghookand began vigorously eradicating the huge thistles which grew by theroadside as a mere vent for his vexation Youll see that hell comeback an arrant puppy quoth Michael HoweOh father dont say so rejoined Susan why should you think sohardly of poor Williamour own dear William whom we have not seenthese three years What earthly harm has he doneHarm girl Look at his letters You know youre ashamed yourself totake em of the postman Pink paper forsooth and blue ink and a sealwith bits of makebelieve gold speckled about in it like a ladybirdswingsI hate all makebelieves all shams theyre worse thanpoisonand stinking of some outlandish scent so that Im forced tosmoke a couple of pipes extra to get rid of the smell and latterly asif this folly was not enough he has crammed these precious scrawls intoa sort of paperbag pasted together just as if o purpose to make uspay double postage Jackanapes did I call him Hes a worse mollycotthan a womanDear father all young men will be foolish one way or another and youknow my uncle says that William is wonderfully steady for so young aman and his master is so well pleased with him that he is now foremanin his great concern You must pardon a little nonsense in a countryyouth thrown suddenly into a fine shop in the gayest part of Londonand with his godfathers legacy coming unexpectedly upon him and makinghim too rich for a journeyman tradesman But hes coming to see us nowHe would have come six months ago as soon as he got this money if hismaster could have spared him and hell be wiser before he goes back toLondonNot he Hang Lunnon Why did he go to Lunnon at all Why could not hestop at Rutherford like his father and his fathers father and see tothe farm What business had he in a great shopa manmercers theycall it What call had he to Lunnon I say Tell me that Miss SusanWhy dear father you know very well that when Master George Arnot wasso unluckily obstinate about the affair of the watercourse and wouldgo to law with you and swore that instead of marrying William poorMary should be married to the rich maltster old Jacob Giles Williamwho had loved Mary ever since they were children together could notbear to stay in the country and went off to my uncle forbidding meever to mention her name in a letter and Well well rejoined thefather somewhat softened but he need not have turned puppy andcoxcomb because he was crossed in love Pshaw added the good farmergiving a mighty tug with his paddle at a tough mullein which happened tostand in his way I was crossed in love myself in my young daysbut I did not run off and turn tailor I made up plump to anotherwenchyour poor mother Susan thats dead and goneand carried heroff like a man married her in a month girl and thats what Willshould have done Im afeard we shall find him a sad jackanapes JemHathaway the gauger told me last marketday that he saw him one Sundayin the whatdyecalltthe Park there covered with rings and goldchains and fine velvetsall green and gold like our great peacockWell we shall soon see He comes tonight you say Tis not above sixoclock by the sun and the Wantage coach dont come in till seven Evenif they lend him a horse and cart at the Nags Head he cant be herethese two hours So I shall just see the ten acre field cleared and behome time enough to shake him by the hand if he comes like a man orto kick him out of doors if he looks like a dandy And off strode thestout yeoman in his clouted shoes his leather gaiters and smockfrockand a beard it was Friday of six days growth looking altogetherprodigiously like a man who would keep his wordSusan on her part continued to thread the narrow winding lanes thatled towards Wantage walking leisurely along and forming as she wenthalf unconsciously a nosegay of the wild flowers of the season thedelicate harebell the lingering woodvetch the blue scabious theheaths which clustered on the bank the tall graceful lilac campanulathe snowy bells of the bindweed the latest briarrose and thatspecies of clematis which perhaps because it generally indicatesthe neighbourhood of houses has won for itself the pretty name of thetravellers joy whilst that loveliest of wild flowers whose name isnow sentimentalised out of prettiness the intensely blue forgetmenotwas there in rich profusionSusan herself was not unlike her posy sweet and delicate and full ofa certain pastoral grace Her light and airy figure suited well with afair mild countenance breaking into blushes and smiles when she spokeand set off by bright ringlets of golden hair parted on her whiteforehead and hanging in long curls on her finelyrounded cheeks Alwaysneat but never fine gentle cheerful and modest it would be difficultto find a prettier specimen of an English farmers daughter than SusanHowe But just now the little damsel wore a look of care not usual toher fair and tranquil features she seemed as she was full of troublePoor William so ran her thoughts my father would not even listento his last letter because it poisoned him with musk I wonder thatWilliam can like that disagreeable

Produced by David WidgerTHE LOST DAHLIABy Mary Russell MitfordIf to have had losses be as affirmed by Dogberry in one ofShakspeares most charming plays and corroborated by Sir Walter Scottin one of his most charming romancesthose two names do well injuxtaposition the great Englishman the great ScotsmanIf to havehad losses be a main proof of credit and respectability then am Ione of the most responsible persons in the whole county of Berks To saynothing of the graver matters which figure in a bankers book and makein these days of pounds shillings and pence so large a part ofthe domestic tragedy of lifeputting wholly aside all the grandertransitions of property in house and land of money on mortgage andmoney in the fundsand yet I might put in my claim to no triflingamount of ill luck in that way also if I had a mind to try my hand ata dismal storycounting for nought all weightier grievances there isnot a lady within twenty miles who can produce so large a list of smalllosses as my unfortunate selfFrom the day when a tiny damsel of some four years old I first had apockethandkerchief to lose down to this very nightI will not say howmany years afterwhen as I have just discovered I have most certainlylost from my pocket the new cambric kerchief which I deposited therein alittle before dinner scarcely a week has passed without some part ofmy goods and chattels being returned missing Gloves muffs parasolsreticules have each of them a provoking knack of falling from myhands boas glide from my neck rings slip from my fingers the bow hasvanished from my cap the veil from my bonnet the sandal from my footthe brooch from my collar and the collar from my brooch The trinketwhich I liked best a jewelled pin the first gift of a dear friendluckily the friendship is not necessarily appended to the tokendropped from my shawl in the midst of the high road and of shawlsthemselves there is no end to the loss The two prettiest that everI had in my life one a splendid specimen of Glasgow manufactureascarlet hardly to be distinguished from Cashmerethe other a lighterand cheaper fabric white in the centre with a delicate sprig anda border harmoniously compounded of the deepest blue the brightestorange and the richest brown disappeared in two successive summersand winters in the very bloom of their novelty from the folds ofthe phaeton in which they had been deposited for safetyfairly blownoverboard If I left things about they were lost If I put them awaythey were lost They were lost in the drawersthey were lost out And iffor a miracle I had them safe under lock and key why then I lost mykeys I was certainly the most unlucky person under the sun If therewas nothing else to lose I was fain to lose myselfI mean my waybewildered in these Aberleigh lanes of ours or in the woodland recessesof the Penge as if haunted by that fairy Robin Goodfellow who ledHermia and Helena such a dance in the Midsummer Nights Dream Alasthat there should be no Fairies nowadays or rather no truebelievers in Fairies to help us to bear the burthen of our own mortalcarelessnessIt was not quite all carelessness though Some ill luck did mingle witha great deal of mismanagement as the one poor happorth of breadwith the huge gallon of sack in the bill of which Poins pickedFalstaffs pocket when he was asleep behind the arras Things belongingto me or things that I cared for did contrive to get lost without myhaving any hand in the matter For instance if out of the variety oftalking birds starlings jackdaws and magpies which my fatherdelights to entertain any one particularly diverting or accomplishedmore than usually coaxing and mischievous happened to attract myattention and to pay me the compliment of following at my heelsor perching upon my shoulder the gentleman was sure to hop off Myfavourite mare Pearl the pretty docile creature which draws my littlephaeton has such a talent for leaping that she is no sooner turned outin either of our meadows than she disappears And Dash himself paragonof spaniels pet of pets beauty of beauties has only one shade ofimperfectionwould be thoroughly faultless if it were not for a slighttendency to run away He is regularly lost four or five times everywinter and has been oftener cried through the streets of Belford andadvertised in the county newspapers than comports with a dog of hisdignity Now these mischances clearly belong to that class of accidentscommonly called casualties and are quite unconnected with any infirmityof temperament on my part I cannot help Pearls proficiency in jumpingnor Dashs propensity to wander through the country neither had I anyhand in the loss which has given its title to this paper and whichafter so much previous dallying I am at length about to narrateThe autumn before last that is to say above a year ago the boast andglory of my little garden was a dahlia called the Phoebus How it camethere nobody very distinctly knew nor where it came from nor how wecame by it nor how it came by its own most appropriate name Neitherthe lad who tends our flowers nor my father the person chieflyconcerned in procuring them nor I myself who more even than my fatheror John take delight and pride in their beauty could recollect who gaveus this most splendid plant or who first instructed us as to the styleand title by which it was known Certes never was blossom fitliernamed Regular as the suns face in an almanack it had a tint ofgolden scarlet of ruddy yellow which realised Shakspeares gorgeousexpression of flamecoloured The sky at sunset sometimes puts onsuch a hue or a fire at Christmas when it burns red as well as brightThe blossom was dazzling to look upon It seemed as if there were lightin the leaves like that colouredlamp of a flower the Oriental PoppyPhoebus was not too glorious a name for that dahlia The GoldenhairedApollo

Produced by David WidgerAUNT DEBORAHBy Mary Russell MitfordA crosser old woman than Mrs Deborah Thornby was certainly not to befound in the whole village of Hilton Worth in country phrase a powerof money and living to borrow another rustic expression upon hermeans the exercise of her extraordinary faculty for grumbling andscolding seemed the sole occupation of her existence her only pursuitsolace and amusement and really it would have been a great pity tohave deprived the poor woman of a pastime so consolatory to herself andwhich did harm to nobody her family consisting only of an old labourerto guard the house take care of her horse her cow and her chaise andcart and work in the garden who was happily for his comfort stonedeaf and could not hear her vituperation and of a parish girl oftwelve to do the indoor work who had been so used to be scolded allher life that she minded the noise no more than a miller minds theclack of his mill or than people who live in a churchyard mind thesound of the church bells and would probably from long habit havefelt some miss of the sound had it ceased of which by the way therewas small danger so long as Mrs Deborah continued in this life Hercrossness was so far innocent that it hurt nobody except herself Butshe was also crossgrained and that evil quality is unluckily apt toinjure other people and did so very materially in the present instanceMrs Deborah was the only daughter of old Simon Thornby of Chalcottgreat farm she had had one brother who having married the rosycheekeddaughter of the parish clerk a girl with no portion except her modestyher goodnature and her prettiness had been discarded by his fatherand after trying various ways to gain a living and failing in all hadfinally died brokenhearted leaving the unfortunate clerks daughterrosycheeked no longer and one little boy to the tender mercy of hisfamily Old Simon showed none He drove his sons widow from the door ashe had before driven off his son and when he also died an eventwhich occurred within a year or two bequeathed all his property to hisdaughter DeborahThis bequest was exceedingly agreeable to Mrs Deborah for she wasalready of an age to assume that title who valued money not certainlyfor the comforts and luxuries which it may be the means of procuringnor even for its own sake as the phrase goes but for that which toa woman of her temper was perhaps the highest that she was capable ofenjoying the power which wealth confers over all who are connected withor dependent on its possessorThe principal subjects of her despotic dominion were the young widow andher boy whom she placed in a cottage near her own house and with whosecomfort and happiness she dallied pretty much as a cat plays with themouse which she has got into her clutches and lets go only to catchagain or an angler with the trout which he has fairly hooked andmerely suffers to struggle in the stream until it is sufficientlyexhausted to bring to land She did not mean to be cruel but she couldnot help it so her poor mice were mocked with the semblance of libertyalthough surrounded by restraints and the awful paw seemingly sheathedin velvet whilst they were in reality never out of reach of the horrorsof the patIt sometimes however happens that the little mouse makes her escapefrom madam pussy at the very moment when she seems to have the unluckytrembler actually within her claws and so it occurred in the presentinstanceThe dwelling to which Mrs Deborah retired after the death of herfather was exceedingly romantic and beautiful in point of situation Itwas a small but picturesque farmhouse on the very banks of the Loddona small branch of which diverging from the parent stream and crossedby a pretty footbridge swept round the homestead the orchardand garden and went winding along the water meadows in a thousandglittering meanders until it was lost in the rich woodlands whichformed the background of the picture In the month of May when theorchard was full of its rosy and pearly blossoms a forest of lovelybloom the meadows yellow with cowslips and the clear brimming riverbordered by the golden tufts of the water ranunculus and garlanded bythe snowy flowers of the hawthorn and the wild cherry the thin wreathof smoke curling from the tall oldfashioned chimneys of the prettyirregular building with its porch and its baywindows and gableendsfull of light and shadowin that month of beauty it would be difficultto imagine a more beautiful or a more English landscapeOn the other side of the narrow winding road parted from Mrs Deborahsdemesne by a long low bridge of many arches stood a little rustic milland its small lowbrowed cottage with its own varied background ofgarden and fruit trees and thickly wooded meadows extending in longperspective a smiling verdant valley of many milesNow Chalcott mill reckoned by everybody else the prettiest point in herprospect was to Mrs Deborah not merely an eyesore but a heartsorenot on its own account cantankerous as she was she had no quarrel withthe innocent buildings but for the sake of its inhabitantsHonest John Stokes the miller was her cousingerman People did saythat some forty years before there had been question of a marriagebetween the parlies and really they both denied the thing with so muchvehemence and fury that one should almost be tempted to believe therewas some truth in the report Certain it is that if they had been thatwretched thing a mismatched couple and had gone on snarling togetherall their lives they could not have hated each other more zealouslyOne shall not often meet with anything so perfect in its way as thataversion It was none of your silent hatreds that never come to wordsnor of your civil hatreds that veil themselves under smooth phrasesand smiling looks Their illwill was frank open and aboveboard Theycould not afford to come to an absolute breach because it would havedeprived them of the pleasure

Produced by David WidgerTHE BEAUTY OF THE VILLAGEBy Mary Russell MitfordThree years ago Hannah Colson was beyond all manner of disputethe prettiest girl in Aberleigh It was a rare union of face formcomplexion and expression Of that just height which althoughcertainly tall would yet hardly be called so her figure united toits youthful roundness and still more youthful lightness an airyflexibility a bounding grace and when in repose a gentle dignitywhich alternately reminded one of a fawn bounding through the forest ora swan at rest upon the lake A sculptor would have modelled her for theyoungest of the Graces whilst a painter caught by the bright colouringof that fair blooming face the white forehead so vividly contrastedby the masses of dark curls the jetblack eyebrows and long richeyelashes which shaded her finelycut grey eye and the pearly teethdisclosed by the scarlet lips whose every movement was an unconscioussmile would doubtless have selected her for the very goddess of youthBeyond all question Hannah Colson at eighteen was the beauty ofAberleigh and unfortunately no inhabitant of that populous villagewas more thoroughly aware that she was so than the fair damsel herselfHer late father good Master Colson had been all his life a respectableand flourishing master bricklayer in the place Many a man with lesspretensions to the title would call himself a builder nowadays orbyr lady an architect and put forth a flaming card vaunting hisaccomplishments in the masons craft his skill in plans and elevationsand his unparalleled dispatch and cheapness in carrying his designs intoexecution But John Colson was no newfangled personage A plain honesttradesman was our bricklayer and thoroughly of the old school onewho did his duty to his employers with punctual industry who was neverabove his calling a good son a good brother a good husband and anexcellent father who trained up a large family in the way they shouldgo and never entered a publichouse in his lifeThe loss of this invaluable parent about three years before had beenthe only grief that Hannah Colson had known But as her father althoughloving her with the mixture of pride and fondness which her remarkablebeauty her delightful gaiety and the accident of her being by manyyears the youngest of his children rendered natural if not excusablehad yet been the only one about her who had discernment to perceiveand authority to check her little ebullitions of vanity and selfwillshe felt as soon as the first natural tears were wiped away that arestraint had been removed and scarcely knowing why was too soonconsoled for the greatest misfortune that could possibly have befallenone so dangerously gifted Her mother was a kind good gentle womanwho having by necessity worked hard in the early part of her life stillcontinued the practice partly from inclination partly from a senseof duty and partly from mere habit and amongst her many excellentqualities had the Ailie Dinmont propensity of giving all her childrentheir own way especially this the blooming cadette of the familyand her eldest brother a bachelorwho succeeding to his fathersbusiness took his place as master of the house retaining his survivingparent as its mistress and his pretty sister as something between aplaything and a pet both in their several ways seemed vying with eachother as to which should most thoroughly humour and indulge the lovelycreature whom nature had already done her best or her worst to spoil totheir hands Eh poor things what else have I to give them This reply of Ailie Dinmont and indeed her whole sweet character short though it be has always seemed to me the finest female sketch in the Waverly Novelsfiner even because so much tenderer than the bold and honest Jeanie DeansHer other brothers and sisters married and dispersed over the countryhad of course no authority even if they had wished to assume anythinglike power over the graceful and charming young woman whom every onebelonging to her felt to be an object of pride and delight sothat their presents and caresses and smiling invitations aided instrengthening Hannahs impression poor girl though she were that herlittle world the small horizon of her own secluded hamlet was made forher and for her only and if this persuasion had needed any additionalconfirmation such confirmation would have been found in the universaladmiration of the village beaux and the envy almost as general of thevillage belles particularly in the latter the envy of rival beautiesbeing as every body knows of all flatteries the most piquant andseducingin a word the most genuine and real The only person fromwhom Hannah Colson ever heard that rare thing called truth was herfriend and schoolfellow Lucy Meadows a young woman two or three yearsolder than herself in actual age and half a lifetime more advanced inthe best fruits of mature age in clearness of judgment and steadinessof conductA greater contrast of manner and character than that exhibited betweenthe lightheaded and lighthearted beauty and her mild and quietcompanion could hardly be imagined Lucy was pretty too very prettybut it was the calm sedate composed expression the pure alabastercomplexion the soft dovelike eye the general harmony and delicacy offeature and of form that we so often observe in a female _Friend_and her low gentle voice her retiring deportment and quakerlikesimplicity of dress were in perfect accordance with that impression Herclearness of intellect also and rectitude of understanding were suchas are often found amongst that intelligent race of people althoughthere was an intuitive perception of character and motive a finenessof observation under that demure and modest exterior that if Lucy hadever in her life been ten miles from her native village might have beencalled knowledge of the worldHow she came by this quality which some women seem to possess byinstinct Heaven only knows Her early gravity of manner and sedatenessof mind might be more easily accounted for Poor Lucy was an orphanand had from the age of fourteen been called upon

Produced by Greg Weeks Stephen Blundell and the OnlineDistributed Proofreading Team at httpwwwpgdpnetTranscribers Note This etext was produced from _The Counterfeit Man More Science Fiction Stories by Alan E Nourse_ published in 1963 Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the US copyright on this publication was renewed Minor spelling and typographical errors have been corrected without note The Dark Door1It was almost dark when he awoke and lay on the bed motionless andtrembling his heart sinking in the knowledge that he should never haveslept For almost half a minute eyes wide with fear he lay in thesilence of the gloomy room straining to hear some sound someindication of their presenceBut the only sound was the barely audible hum of his wrist watch and thedismal splatter of raindrops on the cobbled street outside There was nosound to feed his fear yet he knew then without a flicker of doubtthat they were going to kill himHe shook his head trying to clear the sleep from his brain as he turnedthe idea over and over in his mind He wondered why he hadnt realizedit before long before back when they had first started this horriblenervewracking catandmouse game The idea just hadnt occurred to himBut he knew the gameplaying was over They wanted to kill him now Andhe knew that ultimately they _would_ kill him There was no way for himto escapeHe sat up on the edge of the bed painfully perspiration standing outon his bare back and he waited listening How could he have sleptexposing himself so helplessly Every ounce of his energy all the skilland wit and shrewdness at his command were necessary in this cruel huntyet he had taken the incredibly terrible chance of sleeping of losingconsciousness leaving himself wide open and helpless against the attackwhich he knew was inevitableHow much had he lost How close had they come while he sleptFearfully he walked to the window peered out and felt his musclesrelax a little The gray foggy streets were still light He still had alittle time before the terrible night beganHe stumbled across the small oldfashioned room sensing that action ofsome sort was desperately needed The bathroom was tiny he stared inthe battered stained reflector unit shocked at the redeyedstubblefaced apparition that stared back at himThis is Harry Scott he thought thirtytwo years old and in the primeof life but not the same Harry Scott who started out on a ridiculousquest so many months ago This Harry Scott was being hunted like ananimal driven by fear helpless and sure to die unless he could findan escape somehow But there were too many of them for him to escapeand they were too clever and they _knew_ he knew too muchHe stepped into the showershave unit trying to relax to collect hisracing thoughts Above all he tried to stay the fear that burnedthrough his mind driving him to panic and desperation The memory ofthe last hellish night was too stark to allow relaxationthe growingfear the silent desperate hunt through the night the realization thattheir numbers were increasing his frantic search for a hiding place inthe New City and finally his panicstricken pellmell flight down intothe alleys and cobbled streets and crumbling frame buildings of the OldCity Even more horrible the friends who had turned on him whoturned out to be _like_ themBack in the bedroom he lay down again his body still tense There weresounds in the building footsteps moving around on the floor overhead adoor banging somewhere With every sound every breath of noise hismuscles tightened still further freezing him in fear His own breathwas shallow and rapid in his ears as he lay listening waitingIf only something would happen He wanted to scream to bang his headagainst the wall to run about the room smashing his fist into doorsbreaking every piece of furniture It was the _waiting_ the eternalwaiting and running waiting some more feeling the net drawing tighterand tighter as he waited feeling the measured unhurried tread behindhim always following coming closer and closer as though he were amouse on a string twisting and jerking helplesslyIf only they would move do something he could counterBut he wasnt even sure any more that he could detect them And theywere so careful never to move into the openHe jumped up feverishly moved to the window and peered between theslats of the dusty oldfashioned blind at the street belowAn empty street at first wet gloomy He saw no one Then he caught theflicker of light in an entry several doors down and across the streetas a dark figure sparked a cigarette to life Harry felt the chill rundown his back again Still there then still waiting a hidden figurealways present always waitingHarrys eyes scanned the rest of the street rapidly Two threewheelersrumbled by their rubber hissing on the wet pavement One of themcarried the blueandwhite of the Old City police but the car didntslow up or hesitate as it passed the dark figure in the doorway Theywould never help me anyway Harry thought bitterly He had tried thatbefore and met with ridicule and threats There would be no help fromthe police in the Old CityAnother figure came around a corner There was something vaguelyfamiliar about the tall body and broad shoulders as the man walkedacross the wet street something Harry faintly recognized from somewhereduring the spinning madness of the past few weeksThe mans eyes turned up toward the window for the briefest instantthen returned steadfastly to the street Oh they were sly You couldnever spot them looking at you never for _sure_ but they were alwaysthere always nearby And there was no one he could trust any longer noone to whom he could turnNot even George WebberSwiftly his mind reconsidered that possibility as he watched the figuremove down the street True Dr Webber had started him out on thissearch in the first place But even Webber would never believe what hehad found Webber was a

Produced by Peter Vachuska Constanze Hofmann and theOnline Distributed Proofreading Team at httpwwwpgdpnetOver the Rocky Mountains to AlaskaBYCHARLES WARREN STODDARD_Third Edition_ST LOUIS MO 1914Published by B HERDER17 South BroadwayFREIBURG BADENGermanyLONDON W C68 Great Russell StrCopyright 1899 by Joseph GummersbachBECKTOLDPRINTING AND BOOK MFG COST LOUIS MO To KENNETH OCONNOR FirstDistrictofColumbia VolunteersGenl Shafters Fifth Army Corps Santiago de Cuba IN MEMORY OF OUR HOMELIFE IN THE BUNGALOWNOTEThe Author returns thanks to the Editor of the _Ave Maria_ for theprivilege of republishing these notes of travel and adventureCONTENTS Chapter Page I Due West to Denver 7 II In Denver Town 18 III The Garden of the Gods 29 IV A Whirl across the Rockies 40 V Off for Alaska 47 VI In the Inland Sea 56 VII Alaskan Village Life 66 VIII Juneau 74 IX By Solitary Shores 86 X In Search of the TotemPole 98 XI In the Sea of Ice 111 XII Alaskas Capital 124 XIII Katalans Rock 136 XIV From the Far North 148 XV Out of the Arctic 159CHAPTER IDue West to DenverCommencement week at Notre Dame ended in a blaze of glory Multitudes ofguests who had been camping for a night or two in the recitationroomsour temporary dormitoriesgave themselves up to the boyishdelights of schoollife and set numerous examples which the studentswere only too glad to follow The boat race on the lake was a picturethe champion baseball match a companion piece but the highly decoratedprize scholars glittering with gold and silver medals and badges ofsatin and bullion the bevies of beautiful girls who for onceonce onlyin the yearwere given the liberty of the lawns the campus and thewinding forest ways that make of Notre Dame an elysium in summer thefrequent and inspiring blasts of the University Band and the generaljoy that filled every heart to overflowing rendered the last day of thescholastic year romantic to a degree and memorable foreverThere was no sleep during the closing nightnot one solitary wink alllaws were deadlettersalas that they should so soon arise again fromthe deadand when the wreath of stars that crowns the golden statue ofOur Lady on the high dome two hundred feet in air and thewidesweeping crescent under her shining feet burst suddenly intoflame and shed a lustre that was welcomed for miles and miles over theplains of Indianathen I assure you we were all so deeply touchedthat we knew not whether to laugh or to weep and I shall not tell youwhich we did The moon was very full that night and I didnt blame itBut the picnic really began at the foot of the great stairway in frontof the dear old University next morning Five hundred possiblepresidents were to be distributed broadcast over the continent fivehundred sons and heirs to be returned with thanks to the yearning bosomsof their respective families The floodgates of the trunkrooms werethrown open and a stream of Saratogas went thundering to the station atSouth Bend two miles

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Produced by Tom Weiss HTML version by Al HainesYet AgainbyMax BeerbohmTill I gave myself the task of making a little selection from what Ihad written since last I formed a book of essays I had no notion thatI had put as it were my eggs into so many basketsThe SaturdayReview The New Quarterly The New Liberal Review Vanity Fair TheDaily Mail Literature The Traveller The Pall Mall Magazine The MayBook The Souvenir Book of Charing Cross Hospital Bazaar The CornhillMagazine Harpers Magazine and The AngloSaxon ReviewOuf But thesigh of relief that I heave at the end of the list is accompanied by asmile of thanks to the various authorities for letting me use here whatthey were so good as to requireM BCONTENTS THE FIRE SEEING PEOPLE OFF A MEMORY OF A MIDNIGHT EXPRESS PORRO UNUM A CLUB IN RUINS 273 A STUDY IN DEJECTION A PATHETIC IMPOSTURE THE DECLINE OF THE GRACES WHISTLERS WRITING ICHABOD GENERAL ELECTIONS A PARALLEL A MORRIS FOR MAYDAY THE HOUSE OF COMMONS MANNER THE NAMING OF STREETS ON SHAKESPEARES BIRTHDAY A HOMECOMING THE RAGGED REGIMENT THE HUMOUR OF THE PUBLIC DULCEDO JUDICIORUMWORDS FOR PICTURES HARLEQUIN THE GARDEN OF LOVE ARIANE ET DIONYSE PETER THE DOMINICAN L OISEAU BLEU MACBETH AND THE WITCHES CARLOTTA GRISI HOTEI THE VISITTHE FIREIf I were seeing over a house and found in every room an iron cagelet into the wall and were told by the caretaker that these cages werefor me to keep lions in I think I should open my eyes rather wide Yetnothing seems to me more natural than a fire in the grateDoubtless when I began to walk one of my first excursions was to thefender that I might gaze more nearly at the live thing roaring andraging behind it and I dare say I dimly wondered by what blesseddispensation this creature was allowed in a domain so peaceful as mynursery I do not think I ever needed to be warned against scaling thefender I knew by instinct that the creature within it wasdangerousfiercer still than the cat which had once strayed into theroom and scratched me for my advances As I grew older I ceased towonder at the creatures presence and learned to call it the firequite lightly There are so many queer things in the world that we haveno time to go on wondering at the queerness of the things we seehabitually It is not that these things are in themselves less queerthan they at first seemed to us It is that our vision of them has beendimmed We are lucky when by some chance we see again for a fleetingmoment this thing or that as we saw it when it first came within ourken We are in the habit of saying that first impressions are bestand that we must approach every question with an open mind but weshirk the logical conclusion that we were wiser in our infancy than weare now Make yourself even as a little child we often say butrecommending the process on moral rather than on intellectual groundsand inwardly preening ourselves all the while on having put awaychildish things as though clarity of vision were not one of themI look around the room I am writing ina pleasant room and my ownyet how irresponsive how smug and lifeless The pattern of thewallpaper blamelessly repeats itself from wainscote to cornice and thepictures are immobile and changeless within their glazed framesfaintflat mimicries of life The chairs and tables are just as theircarpenter fashioned them and stand with stiff obedience just wherethey have been posted On one side of the room encased in coverings ofcloth and leather are myriads of words which to some people but notto me are a fair substitute for human company All around me in factare the products of modern civilisation But in the whole room thereare but three things living myself my dog and the fire in my grateAnd of these lives the third is very much the most intensely vivid Mydog is descended doubtless from prehistoric wolves but you couldhardly decipher his pedigree on his mild domesticated face My dog isas tame as his master in whose veins flows the blood of the oldcavemen But time has not tamed fire Fire is as wild a thing as whenPrometheus snatched it from the empyrean Fire in my grate is as fierceand terrible a thing as when it was lit by my ancestors night afternight at the mouths of their caves to scare away the ancestors of mydog And my dog regards it with the old wonder and misgiving Even inhis sleep he opens ever and again one eye to see that we are in nodanger And the fire glowers and roars through its bars at him with thescorn that a wild beast must needs have for a tame one You are freeit rages and yet you do not spring at that mans throat and tear himlimb from limb and make a meal of him and gazing at me it licks itsred lips and I laughing goodhumouredly rise and give the monster ashovelful of its proper food which it leaps at and noisily devoursFire is the only one of the elements that inspires awe We breathe airtread earth bathe in water Fire alone we approach with deference Andit is the only one of the elements that is always alert always good towatch We do not see the air we breatheexcept sometimes in Londonand who shall say that the sight is pleasant We do not see the earthrevolving and the trees and other vegetables that are put forth by itcome up so slowly that there is no fun in watching them One is apt tolose patience with the good earth and to hanker after a sight of thosemultitudinous fires whereover it is after all but a thin andcomparatively recent crust

Produced by Marilynda FraserCunliffe Stephen Blundelland the Online Distributed Proofreading Team athttpwwwpgdpnet THE MISTAKES OF JESUS BY WILLIAM FLOYD _Author of Social Progress People vs Wall Street Our Gods on Trial War Resistance_ _New York_ THE FREETHOUGHT PRESS ASSOCIATION Copyright 1932 By THE FREETHOUGHT PRESS ASSN INC TO DEVOTEES OF TRUTHTranscribers Note Minor typographical errors have been corrected without note Archaic spellings have been retained Paragraph spacing has been normalised A table of contents though not present in the original publication has been provided below FOREWORD Face the Facts The True Jesus Scriptures Unauthentic Faith in Jesus Documentary Evidence Retain the Good Christianity Must Go ANTIQUATED THEOLOGY The Virgin Birth The Jewish Messiah Eternal Damnation The Atonement Angels and Devils FALSE IMPRESSIONS Jonah and the Whale End of the World Miracles Eternal Life Raising Lazarus Gods Protection Belief in Prayer OBSCURE TEACHINGS Witnesses and Judge Cannibalism Religion Only for Children Difficult or Easy Charity The Scriptures Upheld Illogical Parables Deceptive DEFICIENT INSTRUCTIONS Labor Usury Economics Punishment for Debts Healing Peace Marriage Celibacy Adultery Divorce Faulty Judgment Unconvincing Prohibition Lack of Experience AN INFERIOR PROTOTYPE Cursing Nature Forgiveness Vituperation Destruction of Property Egotism Lack of Courtesy Unethical Advice Sermon on the Mount Inconsistency Fear Failure CONCLUSION Jesus a Myth Judged by His Works Ethical Evolution Gains not Losses CODE OF LIVINGFOREWORDThe tradition regarding Jesus is so glamorous that it is difficult toreview his life and character with an unbiased mind WhileFundamentalists and Modernists differ regarding the divinity of Christall Christians and many nonChristians still cling to preconceivednotions of the perfection of Jesus He alone among men is revered asallloving omniscient faultlessan unparalleled model for mankindThis convention of the impeccability of Jesus is so firmly establishedthat any insinuation of error on his part is deemed a blasphemyDoubting Jesus is more impious than mocking God Almighty Jehovah may beexposed to some extent with impunity a God who destroyed 70000 of hischosen people because their king took a census1 is too illogical forany but theologians to worship But the Son of God or Son of man issacrosanct Jesus is reverenced as the one man who has lived unspottedby the world free from human foibles able to redeem mankind by hisexampleRespect for the principles of Jesus is so inbred in American people ofall faiths that an attempt to disparage his worth is denounced as badtaste The detractor is suspected of being an immoral person no matterhow convincing may be the proof which he presents A conspiracy ofsilence is directed against any system of ethics advanced as superior tothe Sermon on the Mount In popular opinion Jesus never made a mistakeall his teachings were infallible no other view is tolerated_Face the Facts_This unwillingness to acknowledge the shortcomings of Jesus is partiallydue to fear of sustaining a great loss The familiar answer to hereticalarguments is that faith should not be destroyed unless something can beput in its placeignoring the fact that something always may besubstituted for beliefs destroyed That substitute is faith in the worldas it really is And our modern world with all its shortcomings isinfinitely preferable to the earth or even the heaven of the firstcentury We now know that man can do more to eradicate sorrow than Jesusever thought of We can have greater confidence in the world as revealedtoday than in the doubtful traditions of Biblical timesBut suppose there were nothing to substitute for the myth destroyedshould that deter the Truthseeker from continuing his investigationScientists do not hesitate in their research because the result of a newdiscovery may be disastrous They seek the facts regardless ofconsequences they want to know the Truth about the physical worldEthicists should have a similar desire concerning the metaphysicalworld They should have confidence that the Supreme Intelligence asEdison called it will lead on to better things_The True Jesus_If Jesus was what his followers believe no arguments will destroy theirfaith in him but if Jesus was not perfect according to modernstandards it is important that his status as God or man should berevised Loss of confidence in an erring idol is not loss of a trueidealWhen an iconoclast asserts that Jesus lacked supreme intelligence thenatural question is How do you know that you are right in yourappraisal lest haply ye be found even to fight against God Theanswer is that we do not claim omniscience but merely request everyoneto use his or her own judgment with intellectual honesty examiningeach act or saying of Jesus without regard to

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Produced by David WidgerEATIN CROW AND THE BEST MAN IN GAROTTEBy Frank HarrisEATIN CROWThe evening on which Charley Muirhead made his first appearance atDoolans was a memorable one the camp was in wonderful spirits Whitmanwas said to have struck it rich Garotte therefore might yet becomepopular in the larger world and its evil reputation be removedBesides what Whitman had done any one might do for by common consenthe was a derned fool Goodhumour accordingly reigned at Doolansand the saloon was filled with an excited hopeful crowd Bill Benthowever was anything but pleased he generally was in a bad temper andthis evening as Crocker remarked carelessly he was more ornery thanever The rest seemed to pay no attention to the lanky dark man withthe narrow head round black eyes and rasping voice But Bent wouldcroak Whitmans struck nothin thar aint no gold in Garotte itsall work and no dust In this strain he went on offending localsentiment and making every one uncomfortableMuirheads first appearance created a certain sensation He was a fineupstanding fellow of six feet or over well made and goodlookingBut Garotte had too much experience of life to be won by a strangershandsome looks Muirheads fair moustache and large blue eyes countedfor little there Crocker and others masters in the art of judgingmen noticed that his eyes were unsteady and his manner though genialseemed hasty Reggitt summed up their opinion in the phrase looks asif hed bite off moren he could chaw Unconscious of the criticismMuirhead talked offered drinks and made himself agreeableAt length in answer to Bents continued grumbling Muirhead saidpleasantly Taint so bad as that in Garotte is it This bar dontlook like poverty and if I set up drinks for the crowd its becauseIm glad to be in this campPraps you found the last place you was in jes a leetle too warmeh was Bents retortMuirheads face flushed and for a second he stood as if he had beenstruck Then while the crowd moved aside he sprang towards Bentexclaiming Take that backright off Take it backWhat asked Bent coolly as if surprised at the same time howeverretreating a pace or two he slipped his right hand behind himInstantly Muirhead threw himself upon him rushed him with what seemeddemoniac strength to the open door and flung him away out on his backinto the muddy ditch that served as a street For a moment there was ahush of expectation then Bent was seen to gather himself up painfullyand move out of the square of light into the darkness But Muirhead didnot wait for this hastily with hot face and hands still working withexcitement he returned to the bar withThats how I act No one can jump me No one by God and he glaredround the room defiantly Reggitt Harrison and some of the otherslooked at him as if on the point of retorting but the cheerfulnesswas general and Bents grumbling before a stranger had irritated themalmost as much as his unexpected cowardice Muirheads challenge was nottaken up therefore though Harrison did remark half sarcasticallyThat may be so You jump them I guessWell boys lets have the drink Charley Muirhead went on his mannersuddenly changing to that of friendly greeting just as if he had notheard Harrisons wordsThe men moved up to the bar and drank and before the liquor wasconsumed Charleys geniality acting on the universal goodhumourseemed to have done away with the discontent which his violence andBents cowardice had created This was the greater tribute to hispersonal charm as the refugees of Garotte usually hung together andwere inclined to resent promptly any insult offered to one of theirnumber by a stranger But in the present case harmony seemed to becompletely reestablished and it would have taken a keener observer thanMuirhead to have understood his own position and the general opinionIt was felt that the stranger had bluffed for all he was worth and thatGarotte had come out at the little end of the hornA day or two later Charley Muirhead walking about the camp cameupon Dave Crockers claim and offered to buy half of it and work as apartner but the other would not sell the claim was worth nothin notgood enough for two anyhow and there the matter would have ended hadnot the young man proposed to work for a spell just to keep his handin By noon Crocker was won nobody could resist Charleys hard workand laughing high spirits Shortly afterwards the older man proposedto knock off a days work he reckoned had been done and evidentlyconsidering it impossible to accept a strangers labour withoutacknowledgment he pressed Charley to come up to his shanty and eatThe simple meal was soon despatched and Crocker feeling the obviousdeficiencies of his larder produced a bottle of Bourbon and the twobegan to drink Glass succeeded glass and at length Crockers reserveseemed to thaw his manner became almost easy and he spoke halffranklyI guess youre strong he remarked You threw Bent out of the saloonthe other night like as if he was nothin strengths good but tainteverythin I mean he added in answer to the others questioninglook Samson wouldnt have a show with a man quick on the draw whomeant bizness Bent didnt pan out worth a cent and the boys didntlike him butthem things dont happen often So in his own way hetried to warn the man to whom he had taken a likingCharley felt that a warning was intended for he replied decisively Itdont matter I guess he wanted to jump me and I wont be jumped notif Samson wanted to and all the revolvers in Garotte were on meWall Crocker went on quietly but with a certain curiosity in hiseyes thats all right but I reckon you were mistaken Bent didntwant to rush ye twas only his cussed way and hed had mighty badluck You might hev waited to see if he meant anythin mightnt yeAnd he looked his listener in the face as he spokeThats it Charley replied after a long pause thats just it Icouldnt

Produced by David WidgerRUN TO SEEDBy Thomas Nelson Page1891IJims father died at Gettysburg up against the Stone Fence went toheaven in a chariot of fire on that fateful day when the issue betweenthe two parts of the country was decided when the slaughter on theConfederate side was such that after the battle a lieutenant was incharge of a regiment and a major commanded a brigadeThis fact was much to Jim though no one knew it it tempered his mindruled his life He never remembered the time when he did not know thestory his mother in her worn black dress and with her pale face usedto tell him of the bulletdented sword and faded red sash which hung onthe chamber wallThey were the poorest people in the neighborhood Everybody was poorfor the county lay in the track of the armies and the war had sweptthe country as clean as a floor But the Uptons were the poorest evenin that community Others recuperated pulled themselves together andbegan after a time to get up The Uptons got flatter than they werebefore The fences the few that were left rotted the fields grew upin sassafras and pines the barns blew down the houses decayed theditches filled the chills cameTheyre the shiftlesses people in the worl said Mrs Wagoner with ashade of asperity in her voice or was it satisfaction Mrs Wagonershusband had been in a bombproof during the war when Jim Upton Jimsfather was with his company He had managed to keep his teams from thequartermasters and had turned up after the war the richest man in theneighborhood He lived on old Colonel Duvals place which he had boughtfor Confederate moneyTheyre the shiftlesses people in the worl said Mrs Wagoner MrsUpton aint got any spirit she jus sets still and cries her eyes outThis was true every word of it And so was something else that MrsWagoner said in a tone of reprobation about people who made their bedshaving to lay on them this process of incubation being too well knownto require further discussionBut what could Mrs Upton do She could not change the course ofDestiny Oneespecially if she is a widow with bad eyes and in feeblehealth living on the poorest place in the Statecannot stop the starsin their courses She could not blot out the past nor undo what she haddone She would not if she could She could not undo what she had donewhen she ran away with Jim and married him She would not if she couldAt least the memory of those three years was hers and nothing couldtake it from hernot debts nor courts nor anything She knew hewas wild when she married him Certainly Mrs Wagoner had been carefulenough to tell her so and to tell every one else so too She wouldnever forget the things she had said Mrs Wagoner never forgot thethings the young girl said eitherthough it was more the way she hadlooked than what she had said And when Mrs Wagoner descanted on thepoverty of the Uptons she used to end with the declaration Well itaint any fault of _mine_ she cant blame _me_ for Heaven knows Iwarned her I did _my_ duty Which was true Warning others was a dutyMrs Wagoner seldom omitted Mrs Upton never thought of blaming her orany one else Not all her poverty ever drew one complaint from her sadlips She simply sat down under it that was all She did not expectanything else She had given her Jim to the South as gladly as any womanever gave her heart to her love She would not undo it if she couldnoteven to have him back and God knew how much she wanted him Was not hisdeath glorioushis name a heritage for his son She could not undo thedebts which encumbered the land nor the interest which swallowed it upnor the suit which took it from herthat is all but the old house andthe two poor worn old fields which were her dower She would have givenup those too if it had not been for her children Jim and Kitty andfor the little old enclosure on the hill under the big thorntrees wherethey had laid him when they brought him back in the broken pine box fromGettysburg No she could not undo the past nor alter the present norchange the future So what could she doIn her heart Mrs Wagoner was glad of the poverty of the Uptons notmerely glad in the general negative way which warms the bosoms of mostof us as we consider how much better off we are than our neighborstheLordIthanktheethatIamnotasothermenare waybut MrsWagoner was glad positively She was glad that any of the Uptons andthe Duvals were poor One of her grandfathers had been what Mrs Wagonerwhen she mentioned the matter at all called Manager for one of theDuvals She was aware that most people did not accept that term Sheremembered old Colonel Duvalthe _old_ Coloneltall thin whitegrave She had been dreadfully afraid of him She had had a feeling ofsatisfaction at his funeral It was like the feeling she had when shelearned that Colonel Duval had not forgiven Betty nor left her a centMrs Wagoner used to go to see Mrs Uptonshe went frequently It washer duty she said She carried her thingsespecially advice Thereare people whose visits are like spells of illness It took Mrs Uptona fortnight to get over one of these visitsto convalesce Mrs Wagonerwas a mother to her at least Mrs Wagoner herself said so In somerespects it was rather akin to the substance of that name which forms invinegar It was hard to swallow it galled Even Mrs Uptons gentlenesswas overtaxedand rebelled She had stood all the homiliesall theadvice But when Mrs Wagoner with her lips drawn in after wringingher heart recalled to her the warning she had given her before shemarried she stopped standing it She did not say much but it wasenough to make Mrs Wagoners stiff bonnetbows tremble Mrs Wagonerwalked out feeling chills down her spine as if

Produced by Marilynda FraserCunliffe storm and the OnlineDistributed Proofreading Team at httpwwwpgdpnet Thisfile was made using scans of public domain works from theUniversity of Michigan Digital LibrariesSTORIES IN VERSEBYHENRY ABBEY The sense of the world is short To love and be beloved EMERSONNEW YORKA D F RANDOLPH CO PUBLISHERSCOR BROADWAY AND NINTH STREET1869Entered according to Act of Congress in the year 1869 byHENRY L ABBEYin the Clerks Office of the District Court for the Southern District ofNew YorkRIVERSIDE CAMBRIDGEPRINTED BY H O HOUGHTON AND COMPANYTORICHARD GRANT WHITEWITH GRATITUDE FOR HIS FRIENDSHIP AND WITH ADMIRATION FOR HIS ELEGANTSCHOLARSHIPCONTENTS PAGEBLANCHE 1KARAGWE AN AFRICAN 28DEMETRIUS 55THE STRONG SPIDER 82GRACE BERNARD 94VEERA 112BLANCHEAN EXHALATION FROM WITHERED VIOLETSITHE VENDER OF VIOLETS Violets Violets Violets This was the cry I heard As I passed through the street of a city And quickly my heart was stirred To an incomprehensible pity At the undertone of the cry For it seemed like the voice of one Who was stricken and all undone Who was only longing to die Violets Violets Violets The voice came nearer still Surely I said it is May And out on valley and hill The violets blooming today Send this invitation to me To come and be with them once more I know they are dear as can be And I hate the town with its roar Violets Violets Violets Children of sun and of dew Flakes of the blue of the sky There is somebody calling to you Who seems to be longing to die Yet violets are so sweet They can scarcely have dealings with death Can it be that the dying breath That comes from the one last beat Of a true heart turns to the flowers Violets Violets Violets The crier is near me at last With my eyes I am holding her fast She is a lovely seller of flowers She is one whom the town devours In its jaws of bustle and strife How poverty grinds down a life For lost in the slime of a city What is a beautiful face Few are they who have pity For loveliness in disgrace Yet she that I hold with my eyes Who seems so modest and wise Has not yet fallen I am sure She has nobly learned to endure Large and mournful and meek Her eyes seem to drink from my own Her curls are carelessly thrown Back from white shoulder and cheek And her lips seem strawberries lost In some Arctic country of frost The slightest curve on a face May give an expression unmeet Yet hers is so perfect and sweet And shaped with such delicate grace Its loveliness is complete Violets Violets Violets I hear the cry once more But not as I heard it before It whispers no more of death But only of odorous breath And modest flowers and life I purchased a cluster so rife With the touch of her tapering hand I seem to hold it in mine I would I could understand Why a touch seems so divineIIA FLOWER FOUND IN THE STREET Today in passing down the street I found a flower upon the walk A dear syringa white and sweet Wrung idly from the missing stalk And something in its odor speaks Of dark brown eyes and arms of snow And rainbow smiles on sunset cheeks The maid I saw a month ago I waited for her many a day On the dear ground where first we met I sought her up and down the way And all in vain I seek her yet Syringa naught your odor tells Or whispers so I cannot hear Speak out and tell me where she dwells In perfume accents loud and clear Shake out the music of your speech In quavers of delicious breath The conscious melody may teach A lover where love wandereth If so you speak with smile and look You will not wither but endure And in my hearts still open book Keep your white petals ever pure If so you speak upon her breast You yet may rest nor sigh afar But in the moonlights silver dressed Seem gainst your heaven the evening starIIIODYLE We know that they are often near Of whom we think of whom we talk Though we have missed them many a year And lost them from our daily walk Some strange clairvoyance dwells in all And webs the souls of human kind I would that I could learn its thrall And know the power of mind on mind I then might quickly use the sense To find where one I worship dwells If in the city or if thence Among the breezerung lily bellsIVWHAT ONE FINDS IN THE COUNTRY I went out in the country To spend an idle day To see the flowers in blossom And scent the fragrant hay The dawns spears smote the mountains

Produced by Ed FerrisTranscribers notes The dieresis is transcribed by a preceding hyphen Caps and small caps have been set as upper and lower case Names have been corrected Chapter VIII La Fayette Indiana kept as a contemporary variant spelling McPherson clerk of the house changed to Clerk of the House of Representatives LoC call number E661C9FIFTY YEARS OF PUBLIC SERVICEFrontispiece_Photo by Prince Tota Washington D C_Facsimile signatureSMCullomFIFTY YEARSOFPUBLIC SERVICE_PERSONAL RECOLLECTIONS OF_SHELBY M CULLOM_SENIOR UNITED STATES SENATOR FROM ILLINOIS_WITH PORTRAITS_SECOND EDITION_CHICAGOA C McCLURG CO1911CopyrightA C McCLURG Co1911Published October 1911Second Edition December 1911PRESS OF THE VAIL COMPANYCOSHOCTON U S ACONTENTSCHAPTER I Birth to Admission to the Bar 1829 to 1855 II Service as City Attorney at Springfield 1855 and 1856 III Election to the Illinois Legislature LincolnDouglas Debates 1856 to 1858 IV Other Distinguished Characters of that Day 1858 and 1859 V Nomination of Lincoln and Douglas for the Presidency 1859 and 1860 VI Speaker of the Illinois Legislature and a Member of Congress 1860 to 1865 VII Lincoln 1860 to 1864 VIII Notables in the Thirtyninth Congress 1864 to 1870 IX The Impeachment of President Johnson X Speaker of the Legislature and Governor 1871 to 1883 XI Grant XII General John A Logan XIII General John M Palmer XIV Governor Richard J Oglesby XV Senatorial Career 1883 to 1911 XVI Clevelands First Term 1884 to 1887 XVII Clevelands Defeat and Harrisons First Term 1888 to 1891 XVIII Clevelands Second Term 1892 to 1896 XIX McKinleys Presidency 1896 to 1901 XX Roosevelts Presidency 1901 to 1909 XXI Interstate Commerce XXII John Marshall Harlan XXIII Members of the Committee on Foreign Relations XXIV Work of the Committee on Foreign Relations XXV The Interoceanic Canal XXVI Santo Domingos Fiscal Affairs XXVII Diplomatic Agreements by ProtocolXXVIII Arbitration XXIX Titles and Decorations from Foreign Powers XXX Isle of Pines Danish West Indies and Algeciras XXXI Congress under the Taft Administration XXXII Lincoln Centennial Lincoln LibraryXXXIII Consecutive Elections to United States Senate XXXIV Conclusion IndexLIST OF PORTRAITSS M CullomShelby M Cullom while a Law StudentRichard YatesStephen A DouglasAbraham LincolnJames G BlaineAndrew JohnsonShelby M Cullom while Governor of IllinoisUlysses S GrantJohn A LoganJohn M PalmerRichard J OglesbyGrover ClevelandJames A GarfieldWilliam McKinleyWilliam Howard TaftCushman K DavisWilliam P FryeJohn C SpoonerTheodore RooseveltElihu RootFOREWORDOh that mine adversary had written a bookSuch was the exclamation of one who through the centuries hasbeen held up to the world as the symbol of patience and longsuffering endurance and who believed that he thus expressed the surestmethod of confounding an enemyI have come to that age in life where I feel somewhat indifferentas to consequences and yielding to the suggestions and insistenceof friends I determined that I would undertake to write somerecollections as they occurred to me of the men and events of mytimeNaturally to me the history of the period covered by my life since1829 is particularly interesting I do not think that I am prejudicedwhen I assert that while this period has not been great in Art andLetters from a material scientific and industrial standpoint ithas been the most wonderful epoch in all the worlds historyAbout the period of my birth General Andrew Jackson was firstelected President of the United States Jackson to me has alwaysbeen an interesting character Theodore Roosevelt has declaredvery little respect for him and has written deprecatinglyI mightsay even abusivelyof him But the truth is there were nevertwo Presidents in the White House who in many respects resembledeach other more nearly than Jackson and RooseveltJackson was sixtyone years old when elected Presidentan unusuallyold man to be elected to that high office and he had served hiscountry during the War of the Revolution When I consider thisthe thought occurs to me How young as a Nation we are after allWhy I date almost back to the Revolution President Taft jocularlyremarked to me recently Heres my old friend Uncle Shelby Hecomes nearer connecting the present with the days of Washingtonthan any one whom I know And I suppose there are few men inpublic life whose careers extend farther into the past than mineDuring my early life the survivors of the Revolutionary War tosay nothing of the War of 1812 were very numerous and abundantlyin evidence Up to that time no man who had not served his countryin some capacity in the Revolutionary War had been elevated to thePresidency and this was the case until the year 1843During the year 1829 the crown of Great Britain descended from KingGeorge IV to King William IV That reign passed away and I havelived to see the long reign of Victoria come and go the reign ofEdward VII come and go and the accession of King George V CharlesX ruled in France Francis I in Austria the reign of Francis Josephhad not yet begun Frederick William III in Prussia Nicholas Iin Russia while Leo XII governed the Papal States the Kingdom ofItaly not yet having come into existence The United Kingdom ofGreat Britain and Ireland had not yet a population of 24000000all toldFrom the dawn of this epoch may well date the practical beginningof a long cycle of political and intellectual

Produced by Nick Hodson of London EnglandA Forgotten Hero or Not for Him by Emily Sarah Holt________________________________________________________________________This shortish book takes us to the end of the thirteenth century andalthough the people in the book are mostly highborn the scene is avery domestic one It gives us a good understanding of the way life waslived in those days Recommended for its social interest________________________________________________________________________A FORGOTTEN HERO OR NOT FOR HIM BY EMILY SARAH HOLTCHAPTER ONECASTLES IN THE AIR O pale pale face so sweet and meek Oriana TennysonIs the linen all put away ClariceAy DameAnd the rosemary not forgottenI have laid it in the linen DameAnd thy days task of spinning is doneAll done DameGood Then fetch thy sewing and come hither and I will tell theesomewhat touching the lady whom thou art to serveI humbly thank your Honour And dropping a low courtesy the girlleft the room and returned in a minute with her workThou mayest sit down ClariceClarice with another courtesy and a murmur of thanks took her seat inthe recess of the window where her mother was already sitting Forthese two were mother and daughter a middleaged comfortablelookingmother with a mixture of firmness and goodnature in her face and adaughter of some sixteen years rather pale and slender but active andintelligent in her appearance Clarices dark hair was smoothly brushedand turned up in a curl all round her head being cut sufficiently shortfor that purpose Her dress was long and loose made in what we callthe Princess style with a long train which she tucked under one armwhen she walked The upper sleeve was of a narrow bell shape but underit came down tight ones to the wrist fastened by a row of large roundbuttons quite up to the elbow A large apronwhich Clarice called abarmclothprotected the dress from stain A fillet of ribbon wasbound round her head but she had no ornaments of any kind Her motherwore a similar costume excepting that in her case the fillet round thehead was exchanged for a wimple which was a close hood covering headand neck and leaving no part exposed but the face It was a verycomfortable article in cold weather but an eminently unbecoming oneThese two ladies were the wife and daughter of Sir Gilbert Le Theyn aknight of Surrey who held his manor of the Earl of Cornwall and thedate of the day when they thus sat in the window was the 26th of March1290It will strike modern readers as odd if I say that Clarice and hermother knew very little of each other She was her fathers heir beingan only child and it was therefore considered the more necessary thatshe should not live at home It was usual at that time to send allyoung girls of good family not to schoolthere were no schools inthose daysbut to be brought up under some lady of rank where theymight receive a suitable education and on reaching the proper agehave a husband provided for them the one being just as much a matter ofcourse as the other The consent of the parents was asked to thematrimonial selection of the mistress but public opinion required somevery strong reason to justify them in withholding it The onlyexception to this arrangement was when girls were destined for thecloister and in that case they received their education in a conventBut there was one person who had absolutely no voice in the matter andthat was the unfortunate girl in question The very idea of consultingher on any point of it would have struck a mediaeval mother withastonishment and dismayWhy ladies should have been considered competent in all instances toeducate anybodys daughters but their own is a mystery of the MiddleAges Dame La Theyn had under her care three girls who were receivingtheir education at her hands and she never thought of questioning herown competency to impart it yet also without a question she sentClarice away from her first to a neighbouring knights wife and now toa Princess to receive the education which she might just as well havehad at home It was the command of Fashion and who does not know thatFashion whether in the thirteenth century or the nineteenth _must_ beobeyedClarice was on the brink of high promotion By means of a ladder ofseveral stepsa Dame requesting a Baroness and the Baroness entreatinga Countessthe royal lady had been reached at last whose husband wasthe suzerain of Sir Gilbert It made little difference to this ladywhether her bowerwomen were two or ten provided that the attendancegiven her was as much as she required and she readily granted thepetition that Clarice La Theyn might be numbered among those youngladies The Earl of Cornwall was the richest man in England notexcepting the King It may be added that at this period Earl was thehighest title known short of the Prince of Wales The first Duke hadnot yet been created while Marquis is a rank of much later dateDame La Theyn though she had some good points had also one grandfailing She was an inveterate gossip And it made no difference toher who was her listener provided a listener could be had A spicydish of scandal was her highest delight She had not the least wish norintention of doing harm to the person whom she thus discussed She hadnot even the slightest notion that she did any But her bowermaidensknew perfectly well that if one of them wanted to put the dame in highgoodhumour before extracting a favour the best way to do so was toinform her that Mrs Sheppey had had words with her goodman or thatDame Rouse considered Joan Stick i th Lane Note 1 no better thanshe should beAn innocent request from Clarice that she might know something abouther future mistress had been to Dame La Theyn a delightful opportunityfor a good dish of

Produced by Nick Hodson of London EnglandOld Daniel or Memoir of a Converted Hindoo and Description of VillageLife in IndiaBy Thomas Hodson with Introduction by the Rev W Arthur MAPublished about 1877________________________________________________________________________The title of this book is somewhat odd for though certainly greatlyabout the life and doings of Chickka the washerman and his conversionto Christianity the memoirs are certainly not his and indeed it is alittle difficult to see whose they are Not apparently those of ThomasHodson who is mentioned frequently in the third person and who appearsto be as much of an ordained minister as the Reverend W ArthurStrange also is the fact that the title page promises an Introductionbut what we actually get on the very next page is a PrefaceHowever these are minor grumbles because what you do get is a headondescription of village life in India as promised and some very niceillustrationsAs Editor I must hasten to say that Thomas Hodson the author of someof the short chapters is no relation of mine In fact my ancestorThomas Hodson who also worked in India but as an administrator wasonly a small child in England at the time the book was published Butmy family have had a long connection with India and that has led to myown great interest in the Indian subcontinent I was very interestedto read and edit this book and commend it to anyone who would like toknow more about Indian Village Life 150 and even 200 years ago the heroof the tale was born in 1799Although this book is constructed from pieces written by devotedMissionaries and although they deride the local Gods and religiouspractices I do not think the book is very convincing as an argument forChristianity although I describe myself as a Christian NH________________________________________________________________________OLD DANIEL OR MEMOIR OF A CONVERTED HINDOO AND DESCRIPTION OF VILLAGELIFE IN INDIABY THOMAS HODSON WITH INTRODUCTION BY THE REV W ARTHUR MAPREFACEI can now in my minds eye see Chickka the washerman as if I had methim yesterday and I can see the mud houses of Singonahully the mudwall of the village and the temple of Runga as if they were all beforeme Yet five and thirty years are passed and gone since the afternoonwhen in quest of medical aid I rode past the village hoping yet tosee it the abode of many followers of Christ not knowing that I wasnever to see it more At that time Chickka was still a heathen He wasthen between forty and fifty years of age a greyheaded resoluteselfcontrolled looking manAt the missionhouse of Goobbe we knew Chickka well He was oftenpresent at our family prayer but gave no signs of any religiousconviction and I cannot remember that he ever expressed moredisapproval of idolatry than many did who to this day have continued intheir heathenism Certainly I had no idea of the processes throughwhich the mind of the washer man had passed It would have been hard toconceive that one so ignorant and so simple had as a boy all untaughtseen as clearly the vanity of idols as wellinstructed men could do andhad in his own simple way taken practical and striking steps to convinceothers of the justice of his viewsIn the lifelike narrative of Mr Hodsonwhere every touch is that ofone who has lived among the people till their sayings and their doingstheir surrounding scenes and modes of thought are all familiarthereader will find a very curious light upon the processes of thoughtwhich in the deepest night of paganism may be passing in the mind of alabourers lad who knows not a letter We may feel assured that similarlights are shining in the darkest places now and that millions of youngminds are being prepared as was the mind of Chickka to turn from dumbidols to serve the living and the true God Even were the incidentsdetailed in the following pages those only of the life of a single boythey would be of great interest But it is not as incidents that giveinterest to the story of an inward change of one mind or of the outwardwindings of one life but as a sign of what is going on in multitudesand as a foretoken of the changes that are to come that the highestinterest attaches to such scenes as that of Chickka breaking theserpentgods turning the swordgods into ploughshares refusing to bowto the idol or speaking lightly of the great god of the vicinity whenhis car was burned Even the procession which in all forms ofidolatry from that of India to that of Rome forms an importantinstrument of public impression failed to command the feelings ofChickka How many men in countries where weeping Madonnas are exhibitedhave been tormented with the same curiosity which seized Chickka onseeing the tears streaming down the cheeks of Mari the goddess ofdiseases But seldom have courage and opportunity combined to carry theinquirer to a conclusion so decisive as that which rewarded the researchof the poor washermans son I seem now as if I could trace the boy inthe struggling grey of the morning down the gentle slope till hereached the tank found the spot where the idol had been cast into itand daring to break its head laid bare all the mystery of the tearsThat too was a step preparing him for the great change when he was toturn to One who is not the work of mens hands but is the Maker of themighty and the weak And the same influences which prepared Chickkaand which eventually changed him into Daniel are now at work in Irepeat it millions of minds where the influences are as much unseenand unsuspected as were at the time those of which the reader will findthe account so strikingGood Edward Hardey whose words were the first that were sent home tothe heart of the washerman with the power that quickens dry corns intosprouting seeds and good Matthew Trevan Male who baptized him as thefirstfruits

Produced by Nick Hodson of London EnglandThe Young VoyageursBoy Hunters in the North by Captain Mayne Reid________________________________________________________________________The heroes are the three boys whom we met in The Boy Hunters wherethey were off on a search for a white buffalo which their father hadrequested Now however their father has died and the only relativethey have is an uncle who works for the Hudsons Bay Company in thevery north of Canada The uncle sends for them and sends his own sonto guide them over the Canadian part of the journeyThis is the story of their journey from their original home in the southof the USA many thousands of miles to be with their uncle At thetime the only way they could do this journey was by their own effortsby canoe on foot and after the onset of winter by sledge or ifthey could get one by dogtrainThe canoe and much of their clothes food and equipment is lost in amajor rapid so they are very much thrown on their own ingenuity andwoodcraft One of the boys has a major interest in natural history andwe hear from him all about the various animals and birds encounteredThis is far from being a bore as the author has taken care to make itinterestingThis is a very enjoyable book even though it is over 150 years since itwas written________________________________________________________________________THE YOUNG VOYAGEURSBOY HUNTERS IN THE NORTH BY CAPTAIN MAYNE REIDCHAPTER ONETHE FUR COUNTRIESBoy reader you have heard of the Hudsons Bay Company Ten to one youhave worn a piece of fur which it has provided for you if not yourpretty little sister hasin her muff or her boa or as a trimming forher winter dress Would you like to know something of the countrywhence come these fursof the animals whose backs have been strippedto obtain them As I feel certain that you and I are old friends Imake bold to answer for youyes Come then let us journey togetherto the Fur Countries let us cross them from south to northA vast journey it will be It will cost us many thousand miles oftravel We shall find neither railwaytrain nor steamboat norstagecoach to carry us on our way We shall not even have the help ofa horse For us no hotel shall spread its luxurious board no roadsideinn shall hang out its inviting sign and clean beds no roof of anykind shall offer us its hospitable shelter Our table shall be a rocka log or the earth itself our lodging a tent and our bed the skin ofa wild beast Such are the best accommodations we can expect upon ourjourney Are you still ready to undertake it Does the prospect notdeter youNoI hear you exclaim I shall be satisfied with the tablewhat careI for mahogany With the lodgingI can tent like an Arab With thebedfling feathers to the windEnough brave boy you shall go with me to the wild regions of theNorthwest to the far fur countries of America But firsta wordabout the land through which we are going to travelTake down your Atlas Bend your eye upon the map of North AmericaNote two large islandsone upon the right side Newfoundland anotherupon the left Vancouver Draw a line from one to the other it willnearly bisect the continent North of that line you behold a vastterritory How vast You may take your scissors and clip fiftyEnglands out of it There are lakes there in which you might _drown_England or make an island of it Now you may form some idea of thevastness of that region known as the fur countriesWill you believe me when I tell you that all this immense tract is awildernessa howling wilderness if you like a poetical name It iseven so From north to south from ocean to oceanthroughout all thatvast domain there is neither town nor villagehardly anything that canbe dignified with the name of settlement The only signs ofcivilisation to be seen are the forts or trading posts of theHudsons Bay Company and these signs are few and farhundreds ofmilesbetween For inhabitants the country has less than ten thousandwhite men the _employes_ of the Company and its native people areIndians of many tribes living far apart few in numbers subsisting bythe chase and half starving for at least a third part of every yearIn truth the territory can hardly be called inhabited There is nota man to every ten miles and in many parts of it you may travelhundreds of miles without seeing a face red white or blackThe physical aspect is therefore entirely wild It is very differentin different parts of the territory One tract is peculiar It hasbeen long known as the Barren Grounds It is a tract of vast extentIt lies northwest from the shores of Hudsons Bay extending nearly tothe Mackenzie River Its rocks are _primitive_ It is a land of hillsand valleysof deep dark lakes and sharprunning streams It is awoodless region No timber is found there that deserves the name Notrees but glandular dwarf birches willows and black spruce small andstunted Even these only grow in isolated valleys More generally thesurface is covered with coarse sandthe _debris_ of granite orquartzrockupon which no vegetable save the lichen or the moss canfind life and nourishment In one respect these Barren Grounds areunlike the deserts of Africa they are well watered In almost everyvalley there is a lake and though many of these are landlocked yet dothey contain fish of several species Sometimes these lakes communicatewith each other by means of rapid and turbulent streams passing throughnarrow gorges and lines of those connected lakes form the great riversof the districtSuch is a large portion of the Hudsons Bay territory Most of theextensive peninsula of Labrador partakes of a similar character andthere are

Produced by Markus Brenner and the Online DistributedProofreading Team at httpwwwpgdpnet Frau Pauline Brater Lebensbild einer deutschen Frau Von Agnes Sapper Mit zwei Bildnissen Illustration C H Beck logo C H Becksche Verlagsbuchhandlung _Oskar Beck_ _München_ 1908 C H Becksche Buchdruckerei in NördlingenIllustration Pauline BraterVorwortWer ist Frau Brater oder wer war sieWarum sollen wir uns für sie interessieren Ist sie eine Künstlerineine Gelehrte eine Wohltäterin für die Menschheit gewesen Hat sie aufirgend einem Gebiet Hervorragendes geleistet und sich in der Welt einenNamen gemachtDiese so berechtigten Fragen haben mir viele Bedenken verursacht dennsie müssen alle verneint werden Frau Brater ist nie in dieÖffentlichkeit getreten sie war nichts weiter als eine deutsche FrauWer sie nicht persönlich kannte weiß nichts von ihr Aber das ist ebender Punkt _wer_ sie persönlich kannte der hatte einen tiefen Eindruckvon ihrer Eigenart der empfing von ihr was er gerade bedurfte dennsie konnte vieles geben Klarheit in schwierigen LebensfragenErheiterung in bedrückter Stimmung Aufrüttelung der EnergielosigkeitWahrheit im Scheinwesen Hinweisung zum GöttlichenSollten von diesen vielseitigen Wirkungen nicht auch jetzt noch welcheausgehen wenn wir im Geist mit dieser Frau verkehren Gewiß wenn esgelingen würde ihr Leben und Wesen recht lebendig zu schildern somüßten wir in dieser Darstellung etwas von dem Reiz empfinden den ihrpersönlicher Umgang gewährteDas ist der Gedanke der mich trieb ihr Lebensbild zu zeichnen Und mitihrem Bild zugleich wird ein anderes auftauchen das Karl Braters desedlen Vorkämpfers für die deutsche Einheit von dem Professor RobertPiloty in einer eben erschienenen Schrift sagt Offenen und ehrlichenKampf für Staat Recht und Freiheit hat er zeitlebens geführt seinAndenken wird stets verbunden sein mit den Erinnerungen an Bayernsschwerste Zeiten in denen er mit energischem Willen und klarem Verstandauf der Seite der guten Sache beharrte und kämpfteWenn meine Feder nicht zu ungeschickt ist zu schildern was mich selbstwährend es an meinem Geist vorüberzog tief bewegte so könnte sichdurch dieses Buch das Wort bewahrheiten das nach Frau Braters Tod übersie gesprochen wurde An solchen geisteskräftigen Persönlichkeitenerhält das sittliche Streben neuen Schwung und Antrieb sie wirken nachauch wenn sie längst nicht mehr in unserer Mitte sind_Würzburg_ im Sommer 1908 Die VerfasserinInhaltsverzeichnis Seite_Erster Teil_ MädchenjahreVorwort IIIInhalt V1 Kapitel 18271835 Das achte Kind Pfaff und RückertDamajanti Drei Ehen Aurora Horoskop Wesen der ElternDie vier Pfaffsbuben Heimatboden Kalte Winter Eingangdurchs Fenster Anne Gespensterfurcht Preisarbeit PfaffsKrankheit und Tod 32 Kapitel 18351849 Schulzeit Die Familie BraterErwachender Ordnungssinn Geselligkeit SparsameVerhältnisse Gedicht über Freundschaft Da und dort zurAushilfe Astronomisches Narkose Braters äußereErscheinung und sein Wesen Nördlinger Plan 213 Kapitel 18491850 Geschwisterhaushalt Karl Brater aufder Bleiche Verlobung Briefe der beiden Mütter EinesVetters Bedenken Besuch der Braut in Erlangen Briefe ausder Brautzeit Proklamation Hochzeit und Abschied 38_Zweiter Teil_ Gattin und Mutter4 Kapitel 18501851 Einzug in Nördlingen EhelichesVerhältnis Erste Einträge in der Familienchronik In derRosenlaube und in der Amtsstube Herr von WeldenAmtsniederlegung Frau Pfaffs Bericht über die Bleiche AmSchreibtisch Die geborgte Wiege

Produced by Nick Hodson of London EnglandDiary in AmericaSeries One by Captain Marryat________________________________________________________________________In the late 1830s Captain Marryat already a famous literary figure inNorth America visited the United States and Canada writing hisobservations in two Series of volumes each containing three booksThese were published in Britain as the six books but were published inAmerica as two books with small print and thin paper thus enabling theDiary to be published as two books only It is from first editions ofthe American version that we have worked though we do possess three ofthe British first edition of six volumesWhile some of the observations are trivial and some even possiblymisleading there is a great deal of useful fact in these books makingthem well worth looking at There are some tables that may notreproduce well in the PDA version of these booksMarryat used his knowledge of America to write a novel based in themore southerly part especially California and Texas________________________________________________________________________DIARY IN AMERICASERIES ONE BY CAPTAIN MARRYATVolume the FirstIntroductionAfter many years of travel during which I had seen men under almostevery variety of government religion and climate I looked round todiscover if there were not still new combinations under which humannature was to be investigated I had traversed the old country untilsatisfied if not satiated and I had sailed many a weary thousand milesfrom west to east and from north to south until people manners andcustoms were looked upon by me with indifferenceThe press was constantly pouring out works upon the new world socontradictory to each other and pronounced so unjust by the Americansthat my curiosity was excited It appeared strange to me thattravellers whose works showed evident marks of talent should view thesame people through such very different mediums and that theirgleanings should generally speaking be of such meagre materials Wasthere so little to be remarked about America its government itsinstitutions and the effect which these had upon the people that thepages of so many writers upon that country should be filled up with howthe Americans dined or drank wine and what description of spoons andforks were used at table Either the Americans remained purely andunchangedly English as when they left their fatherland or thequestion required more investigation and deeper research than travellersin their hasty movements have been able to bestow upon it Whether Ishould be capable of throwing any new light upon the subject I knewnot but at all events I made up my mind that I would visit the countryand judge for myselfOn my first arrival I perceived little difference between the city ofNew York and one of our principal provincial towns and for its peoplenot half so much as between the people of Devonshire or Cornwall andthose of Middlesex I had been two or three weeks in that city and Isaid There is certainly not much to write about nor much more thanwhat has already been continually repeated No wonder that those whopreceded me have indulged in puerilities to swell out their books Butin a short time I altered my opinion even at New York the Englishappearance of the people gradually wore away my perception of characterbecame more keen my observance consequently more nice and close and Ifound that there was a great deal to reflect upon and investigate andthat America and the American people were indeed an enigma and I was nolonger surprised at the incongruities which were to be detected in thoseworks which had attempted to describe the country I do not assert thatI shall myself succeed when so many have failed but at any rate thisI am certain of my remarks will be based upon a more sure foundationan analysis of human natureThere are many causes why those who have written upon America havefallen into error they have represented the Americans as a nation nowthey are not yet nor will they for many years be in the true sense ofthe word a nationthey are a mass of many people cemented together toa certain degree by a general form of government but they are in astate of transition and what may at first appear strange noamalgamation as has yet taken place the puritan of the east the Dutchdescent of the middle states the cavalier of the south are nearly asmarked and distinct now as at the first occupation of the countrysoftened down indeed but still distinct Not only are the populationsof the various states distinct but even those of the cities and it ishardly possible to make a remark which may be considered as general to acountry where the varieties of soil and of climate are so extensiveEven on that point upon which you might most safely venture togeneralise namely the effect of a democratical form of government uponthe mass your observations must be taken with some exceptions arisingfrom the climate manners and customs and the means of livelihood sodiffering in this extended countryIndeed the habit in which travellers indulge of repeating facts whichhave taken place of having taken place in America has perhapsunintentionally on their part very much misled the English reader Itwould hardly be considered fair if the wilder parts of Ireland and thedisgraceful acts which are committed there were represented ascharacteristic of England or the British empire yet between London andConnaught there is less difference than between the most civilised andintellectual portion of America such as Boston and Philadelphia andthe wild regions and wilder inhabitants of the west of the Mississippiand Arkansas where reckless beings compose a scattered populationresiding too far for the law to reach or where if it could reach thepower of the government would prove much too weak to enforce obedienceto it To do justice to all parties America should be examined andportrayed piecemeal every state separately for every state isdifferent running down the scale from refinement to a state ofbarbarism almost unprecedented but each presenting matter forinvestigation and research and curious examples of cause and effectMany of those who have preceded me have not been able to devotesufficient time

Produced by Tapio RiikonenLUUTNANTTI JERGUNOVIN JUTTUKertonutIvan TurgenjevSuomennosHelsingissäSuomalaisen Kirjallisuuden Seuran kirjapainossa1879IMuutamana iltana kertoi taas luutnantti Jergunov meille juttunsaeräästä elämänsä kohtauksesta Hänellä oli tapana sillä huvittaa meitäsäännöllisesti kerta kuukaudessa ja me kuuntelimme häntä joka kertauudella mieltymyksellä vaikka me melkein tunsimme jutun kaikkierityisseikat ulkoa Nämä erityisseikat olivat niin sanoaksemmeikäänkuin sienet puukannon ympärille vähitellen kasvaneet kertomuksenalkuperäisen rungon ympäri Koko hänen kertomistapansa oli meillesiksi hyvin tuttu ettei meidän ollut ollenkaan vaikeata täyttää niitäpaikkoja mitkä hän unhotti tahi jätti pois Vaan oli miten oliluutnantti on nyt kuollut eikä löydy ketään jäljellä joka kertoisihänen juttunsa siitä syystä olemme päättäneet saattaa sen yleisöntietoonSe minkä luutnantti kertoi itselleen tapahtuneen oli tapahtunut hänennuoruudessaan noin neljäkymmentä vuotta takaperin Hänen tapansa olisanoa itsestään että hän siihen aikaan oli sievä ja kaunis nuori miesposket kuin maitoa ja verta huulet ruusunpunaiset tukka kihara jasilmät terävät kuin haukan silmät Me luotimme hänen sanaansa vaikkatästä kaikesta nyt ei enää näkynyt mitään Hänen ulkonäkönsä oli meistäennemmin hyvin tavallinen hänen kasvonsa olivat jokapäiväiset jauneliaat hänen vartalonsa ruma ja kömpelöinen kuitenkaan emme saaunohtaa ettei mikään kauneus kestä kovin kauan Muuten löytyi vieläsomuuden jäännöksiä luutnantissa jäljellä Vielä vanhoilla päivilläänkävi hän puettuna jalkahihnoilla varustettuihin hyvin ahtaisinpinkkahousuihin puristi kureliivillä paksua vartaloansa kiharoitsihiuksiansa ja mustasi viiksiänsä persialaisella voiteella jokakuitenkin enemmän vivahti punaiseen ja viheriäiseen kuin mustaanYlipäänsä oli luutnantti hyvin kunnianarvoinen aatelismies vaikka hänwhistipelissä mielellään vilkasi pienillä harmailla silmilläänvieressään istujan korttiin jota hän kuitenkin vähemmin tekivoitonhimosta kuin tarkkuudesta taloudellisissa asioissa sillähänelle ei ollut mieleen tarpeettomasti kadottaa rahoja Olkoonkuitenkin kylliksi puhuttu luutnantin persoonasta käykäämme hänenkertomukseensaOlipahan kevätaikaan silloin vielä aivan uudessa Nikolajevinkaupungissa Dnjeprjoen suulla Herra Jergunovin joka arvoltaan olilaivaston luutnantti oli hallitus lähettänyt sinne uskoen hänelletärkeän toimen Koska häntä pidettiin ymmärtäväisenä ja luotettavanaupseerina oli hän saanut toimekseen johtaa tärkeitä vesirakennustöitäja usein sai hän vastaanottaa melkoisia rahasummia joita hän suuremmanvarmuuden vuoksi kantoi nahkavyöhön ommeltuina vyötäsillään LuutnanttiJergunov olikin vaikka nuori hyvin ymmärtäväinen ja vakavakäytöksessään hän karttoi huolellisesti jokaista sopimatonta tekoa eisiihen aikaan koskaan kosketellut kortteja ei koskaan juonut viiniä javieläpä vältti kaikkia seurojakin niin että hän sävyisemmiltäkumppaneiltaan oli saanut haukkumanimen nuori neiti kun hurjemmatniiden joukossa antoivat hänelle liikanimen yömyssyLuutnantissa oli yksi ainoa heikkous hänen sydämensä oli kovinherkkätuntoinen kauniin sukupuolen sulouden suhteen mutta yksintässäkin asiassa saattoi hän hillitä himon kuohua ja karttoi viisaastimitä hän itse olisi nimittänyt heikkoudelle vallan antamiseksiVarhain nousi hän aamusilla pani aikaisin iltasilla maata täyttitarkalleen tehtävänsä eikä suonut itselleen mitään muuta huvitustakuin pitkän kävelyn jonka hän joka ilta teki Nikolajevin kaukaisempiinkaupunginosiin Hän ei koskaan lukenut kirjoja koska pelkäsi verennousevan päähän ja hänen täytyikin joka kevät vastustaa tätä verevyyttäkaikenlaisilla keitteillä Joka ilta riisuttuaan univormunsa ja mitähuolellisimmasti sitä korjattuaan omalla kädellään läksi luutnanttimmekävelemään etukaupunkien hedelmäpuutarhoihin päin ja astelimääräkkäillä askelilla pitkin niiden pitkiä puuaitoja Hän seisattuiusein ihmetteli kaunista luontoa poimi kukan muistoksi ja tunsisilloin jonkunlaisen tyytyväisyyden vaan todellisen nautinnon tunsihän jos häntä vastaan tuli joku pieni Cupido rakkauden jumalaso joku sievä porvarintyttö joku niin sanottu sydämen lämmittäjähartioilla ruudukas huivi päässä ja pieni paketti kainalossa kepeinaskelin riensi kotiin päin Koska hän oman lauseensa mukaan kyllä oliluonteeltaan helposti liikutettu vaan kuitenkin kaino niin eiluutnantti koskaan puhutellut pientä Cupidoa mutta joka kerran hänhymyili ystävällisesti hänelle ja seurasi häntä kauan lempein katseinsen perästä päästi hän syvän huokauksen palasi kamariinsa samallajuhlallisella käynnillä istuutui ikkunan viereen taipui noin puoleksitunniksi mietteisinsä ja poltti sillaikaa ajattelevaisena suurestamerenvaahtopiipusta kauhean väkevää tupakkaa jota hänen kumminsaeräs saksalainen polisivirkamies oli hänelle lahjoittanutNiin kului päivät ilman surutta ilman ilottaMutta muutamana iltana kun luutnantti palasi kotia kolkonautiotakujakatua kuuli hän äkkiä takanansa kiirehtiviä askeleita ja epäselväänyyhkytysten keskeyttämää puhetta Hän kääntyi katsomaan ja huomasinuoren tytön noin kahdenkymmenen vuoden iässä jonka erinomaisensuloiset kasvot olivat aivan kyynelten vallassa Yhtä suuri kuinodottamaton onnettomuus näkyi kohdanneen häntä Hän juoksi hänhoiperteli hän puheli itsekseen ja heitteli käsiään huokaillen Hänenvalkoiset hiuksensa olivat hajallansa ja hänen kaulaliinansa siihenaikaan ei tiedetty mantiljista eikä burnusista oli soljunut alashänen hartioiltaan ja sitä piti kiinni nuppineula Nuori tyttö olipuettu kuin nainen korkeammista säädyistä ei kuin tavallinenporvarintyttöJergunov astui syrjään Hänessä joka aina pelkäsi tekevänsä itsensäjonkun heikkouden alaiseksi pääsi nyt joku sääliväisyyden tunnevoitolle Kun tyttö oli aivan lähellä häntä nosti hän kohteliaastikolme sormea lakkinsa lipulle ja kysyi häneltä syytä hänen murheesensa Voinko minä upseerina olla teille miksikään avuksi kysyi hänpitäen kättään lyhyen miekkansa päälläNuori tyttö seisahtui ja ensi hetkessä näytti siltä luin hän ei olisiymmärtänyt luutnantin tarjoumusta vaan kohta ja ikäänkuin ihastuneenasiitä että sai purkaa sydämensä alkoi hän puhua hyvin pikaan jajokseenkin huonolla venäjänkielellä Jumalan armeliaisuuden tähdenherra upseeri alkoi hän ja samassa tulvasi hänen kyyneleensä taas javierivät pisaroittain hänen pyöreitä terveitä poskiaan alas Se onkauheata hirmuista Jumala ties mitä minun pitää tekemän Me olemmepaljaiksi ryöstetyt Herran armeliaisuuden tähden kyökkipiika onvienyt kaikki tyyni teekannun lippaan vaatteet vietäpävaatteet sukat ja pyykkivaatteet niin ja tätini työpussinPienessä rasiassa siinä oli kahdenkymmenenviiden ruplan seteli ja kaksiuusihopeista lusikkaa ja turkin sitten vielä ja kaikki kaikkityyni Minä sanoin sen polisikomisariukselle ja mitä hän minullevastasi Pötkikää tiehenne minä en teitä usko minä en tahdo enäämitään kuulla te kuulutte samaan matkueesen Uudestaan huusin minähänelle armoa turkki ja hän vastasi uudestaan ulos minä entahdo enempää kuulla ja polki jalkaa Mikä häväistys herraupseerini Ulos heti ja minne hän sitte tahtoi että minämenisinNuori tyttö purskahti taas itkuun ja aivan mieletönnä pani hän kasvonsaluutnantin käsivartta vasten Tämä myöskin puolestaan vähänhämmästyksissä ei virkkanut muuta kuin sanoi vaan liikkumattaMalttakaa nyt mielenne eikä voinut kääntää silmiänsä nuoren tytönkaulasta jota kova itku oikein järisyttiSallikaa neitini minä saatan teidät kotiin sanoi hän viimeinkädellään kepeästi kosketellen hänen olkapäätään tässä kadulla sen ymmärrätte kyllä on se mahdotonta Sitten teidän pitääkertoa minulle huolenne ja todellisena sotamiehenä en ole katsovavaivojani voidakseniNuori tyttö nosti päätään ja näytti nyt vasta oikein käsittävänolevansa niin sanoaksemme nuoren miehen parmoilla Hän punastuikäänsi kasvonsa pois ja poistui muutamia askeleita yhä vielä itkeänyyhkyttäen Luutnantti uudisti tarjoomuksensa Nuori tyttö loi häneenkatseen pitkien valkoisten kyynelten kastamain kiharainsa lävitsejotka olivat vierineet hänen silmilleen tässä paikassa kertomuksessaanei Jergunov koskaan jättänyt sanomatta että tämä katse oli lävistänythänen kuin tikari koettipa muutaman kerran kuvatakin meille tämänotti sitten kiinni käsivarresta jonka ritarillinen luutnantti tarjosihänelle ja kulki eteenpäin tämän kanssa sille taholle jossa hän sanoiasuntonsa olevanJergunovilla oli hyvin harvoin ollut tilaisuutta seurustella naistenkanssa eikä alussa tiennyt ollenkaan miten hänen piti aloittaapuhetta Hänen seurakumppalinsa päästi hänet kuitenkin

Produced by Stephen Hope Joseph Cooper and the OnlineDistributed Proofreading Team at httpwwwpgdpnetTranscribers Note Minor typographical errors have been correctedwithout note Dialect spellings contractions and discrepancies havebeen retained Books by Rudyard KiplingActions and Reactions Light That Failed TheBrushwood Boy The Many InventionsCaptains Courageous Naulahka The With WolcottCollected Verse BalestierDays Work The Plain Tales from the HillsDepartmental Ditties and Puck of Pooks Hill Ballads and BarrackRoom Ballads Rewards and FairiesDiversity of Creatures A Sea WarfareEyes of Asia The Seven Seas TheFive Nations The Soldier StoriesFrance at War Soldiers Three The StoryFrom Sea to Sea of the Gadsbys and InHistory of England A Black and WhiteJungle Book The Song of the English AJungle Book Second Songs From BooksJust So Song Book Stalky CoJust So Stories TheyKim Traffics and DiscoveriesKipling Stories and Poems Under the Deodars The Every Child Should Know Phantom Rickshaw andKipling Birthday Book The Wee Willie WinkieLifes Handicap Being Stories With the Night Mail of Mine Own PeopleTHE EYES OF ASIAByRUDYARD KIPLINGGARDEN CITY NEW YORKDOUBLEDAY PAGE COMPANY1918Copyright 1917 1918 byRUDYARD KIPLINGCONTENTS PAGEA RETIRED GENTLEMAN 1THE FUMES OF THE HEART 23THE PRIVATE ACCOUNT 47A TROOPER OF HORSE 75A RETIRED GENTLEMAN_From Bishen Singh Saktawut Subedar Major 215th Indurgurh ToddsRajputs now at Lyndhurst Hampshire England this letter is sent toMadhu Singh Sawant Risaldar Major retired 146th Dublana Horse onhis fief which he holds under the Thakore Sahib of Pech at Bukani bythe River near Chiturkaira Kotah Rajputana written in the fifthmonth of the year 1916 English count_Having experienced five months of this war I became infected withfever and a strong coldness of the stomach rupture The doctorordered me out of it altogether They have also cut me with knives fora wound on my leg It is now healed but the strength is gone and it isvery frightened of the ground I have been in many hospitals for a longtime At this present I am living in a hospital for Indian troops in aforestreservation called New which was established by a Kingsorder in ages past There is no order for my return to India I do notdesire it My Regiment has now gone out of Franceto Egypt or AfricaMy officer Sahibs are for the most part dead or in hospitals During arailway journey when two people sit side by side for two hours onefeels the absence of the other when he alights How great then was myanguish at being severed from my Regiment after thirtythree yearsNow however I am finished If I return to India I cannot drill thenew men between my two crutches I should subsist in my village on mywoundpension

Produced by David WidgerWHO WAS SHEBy Bayard TaylorFrom The Atlantic Monthly for September 1874Come now there may as well be an end of this Every time I meet youreyes squarely I detect the question just slipping out of them Ifyou had spoken it or even boldly looked it if you had shown in yourmotions the least sign of a fussy or fidgety concern on my account ifthis were not the evening of my birthday and you the only friend whoremembered it if confession were not good for the soul though harderthan sin to some people of whom I am onewell if all reasons were notat this instant converged into a focus and burning me rather violentlyin that region where the seat of emotion is supposed to lie I shouldkeep my trouble to myselfYes I have fifty times had it on my mind to tell you the whole storyBut who can be certain that his best friend will not smileor whatis worse cherish a kind of charitable pity ever afterwardwhenthe external forms of a very serious kind of passion seem trivialfantastic foolish And the worst of all is that the heroic part which Iimagined I was playing proves to have been almost the reverse Theonly comfort which I can find in my humiliation is that I am capable offeeling it There isnt a bit of a paradox in this as you will seebut I only mention it now to prepare you for maybe a little morbidsensitiveness of my moral nervesThe documents are all in this portfolio under my elbow I had just readthem again completely through when you were announced You may examinethem as you like afterward for the present fill your glass takeanother Cabana and keep silent until my ghastly tale has reached itsmost lamentable conclusionThe beginning of it was at Wampsocket Springs three years ago lastsummer I suppose most unmarried men who have reached or passed theage of thirtyand I was then thirtythreeexperience a milder returnof their adolescent warmth a kind of fainter second spring sincethe first has not fulfilled its promise Of course I wasnt clearlyconscious of this at the time who is But I had had my youthful passionand my tragic disappointment as you know I had looked far enough intowhat Thackeray used to call the cryptic mysteries to save me from theScylla of dissipation and yet preserved enough of natural nature tokeep me out of the Pharisaic Charybdis My devotion to my legal studieshad already brought me a mild distinction the paternal legacy was agood nestegg for the incubation of wealthin short I was a fairrespectable party desirable to the humbler mammas and not to bedespised by the haughty exclusivesThe fashionable hotel at the Springs holds three hundred and it waspacked I had meant to lounge there for a fortnight and then finish myholidays at Long Branch but eighty at least out of the three hundredwere young and moved lightly in muslin With my years and experienceI felt so safe that to walk talk or dance with them became simply aluxury such as I had neverat least so freelypossessed before Myname and standing known to some families were agreeably exaggerated tothe others and I enjoyed that supreme satisfaction which a man alwaysfeels when he discovers or imagines that he is popular in societyThere is a kind of premonitory apology implied in my saying this I amaware You must remember that I am culprit and culprits counsel atthe same timeYou have never been at Wampsocket Well the hills sweep around ina crescent on the northern side and four or five radiating glensdescending from them unite just above the village The central oneleading to a waterfall called Minnehehe by the irreverent youngpeople because there is so little of it is the fashionable driveand promenade but the second ravine on the left steep crooked andcumbered with bowlders which have tumbled from somewhere and lodged inthe most extraordinary groupings became my favorite walk of a morningThere was a footpath in it welltrodden at first but gradually fadingout as it became more like a ladder than a path and I soon discoveredthat no other city feet than mine were likely to scale a certain roughslope which seemed the end of the ravine With the aid of the toughlaurelstems I climbed to the top passed through a cleft as narrow as adoorway and presently found myself in a little upper dell as wild andsweet and strange as one of the pictures that haunts us on the brink ofsleepThere was a pondno rather a bowlof water in the centre hardlytwenty yards across yet the sky in it was so pure and far down thatthe circle of rocks and summer foliage inclosing it seemed like a littleplanetary ring floating off alone through space I cant explain thecharm of the spot nor the selfishness which instantly suggested thatI should keep the discovery to myself Ten years earlier I should havelooked around for some fair spirit to be my minister but nowOne forenoonI think it was the third or fourth time I had visited theplaceI was startled to find the dent of a heel in the earth halfwayup the slope There had been rain during the night and the earth wasstill moist and soft It was the mark of a womans boot only to bedistinguished from that of a walkingstick by its semicircular form Alittle higher I found the outline of a foot not so small as to awakean ecstasy but with a suggestion of lightness elasticity and graceIf hands were thrust through holes in a boardfence and nothing of theattached bodies seen I can easily imagine that some would attract andothers repel us with footprints the impression is weaker of coursebut we cannot escape it I am not sure whether I wanted to find theunknown wearer of the boot within my precious personal solitude I wasafraid I should see her while passing through the rocky crevice andyet was disappointed when I found no oneBut on the fiat warm rock overhanging the tarnmy special thronelaysome withering

Produced by David WidgerTHE INMATE OF THE DUNGEONBy W C MorrowCopyright 1894 by J B Lippincott CoAfter the Board of State Prison Directors sitting in session at theprison had heard and disposed of the complaints and petitions of anumber of convicts the warden announced that all who wished to appearhad been heard Thereupon a certain uneasy and apprehensive expressionwhich all along had sat upon the faces of the directors became visiblydeeper The chairmannervous energetic abrupt incisive manglancedat a slip of paper in his hand and said to the wardenSend a guard for convict No14208The warden started and become slightly pale Somewhat confused hehaltingly replied Why he has expressed no desire to appear beforeyouNevertheless you will send for him at once responded the chairmanThe warden bowed stiffly and directed a guard to produce the convictThen turning to the chairman he saidI am ignorant of your purpose in summoning this man but of course Ihave no objection I desire however to make a statement concerning himbefore he appearsWhen we shall have called for a statement from you boldly respondedthe chairman you may make oneThe warden sank back into his seat He was a tall finelooking manwellbred and intelligent and had a kindly face Though ordinarilycool courageous and selfpossessed he was unable to conceal a strongemotion which looked much like fear A heavy silence fell upon the roomdisturbed only by the official stenographer who was sharpening hispencils A stray beam of light from the westering sun slipped into theroom between the edge of the windowshade and the sash and fell acrossthe chair reserved for the convict The uneasy eyes of the wardenfinally fell upon this beam and there his glance rested The chairmanwithout addressing any one particularly remarkedThere are ways of learning what occurs in a prison without theassistance of either the wardens or the convictsJust then the guard appeared with the convict who shambled in painfullyand laboriously as with a string he held up from the floor the heavyiron ball which was chained to his ankles He was about fortyfive yearsold Undoubtedly he once had been a man of uncommon physical strengthfor a powerful skeleton showed underneath the sallow skin which coveredhis emaciated frame His sallowness was peculiar and ghastlyIt waspartly that of disease and partly of something worse and it was thissomething that accounted also for his shrunken muscles and manifestfeeblenessThere had been no time to prepare him for presentation to the Board Asa consequence his unstockinged toes showed through his gaping shoesthe dingy suit of prison stripes which covered his gaunt frame wasfrayed and tattered his hair had not been recently cut to the prisonfashion and being rebellious stood out upon his head like bristlesand his beard which like his hair was heavily dashed with gray hadnot been shaved for weeks These incidents of his appearance combinedwith a very peculiar expression of his face to make an extraordinarypicture It is difficult to describe this almost unearthly expressionWith a certain suppressed ferocity it combined an inflexibility ofpurpose that sat like an iron mask upon him His eyes were hungry andeager they were the living part of him and they shone luminousfrom beneath shaggy brows His forehead was massive his head of fineproportions his jaw square and strong and his thin high nose showedtraces of an ancestry that must have made a mark in some corner of theworld at some time in history He was prematurely old this was seenin his gray hair and in the uncommonly deep wrinkles which lined hisforehead and the corners of his eyes and of his mouthUpon stumbling weakly into the room faint with the labor of walking andof carrying the iron ball he looked around eagerly like a beardriven to his haunches by the hounds His glance passed so rapidly andunintelligently from one face to another that he could not have hadtime to form a conception of the persons present until his swift eyesencountered the face of the warden Instantly they flashed he cranedhis neck forward his lips opened and became blue the wrinkles deepenedabout his mouth and eyes his form grew rigid and his breathingstopped This sinister and terrible attitudeall the more so becausehe was wholly unconscious of itwas disturbed only when the chairmansharply commanded Take that seatThe convict started as though he had been struck and turned his eyesupon the chairman He drew a deep inspiration which wheezed and rattledas it passed into his chest An expression of excruciating pain sweptover his face He dropped the ball which struck the floor with a loudsound and his long bony fingers tore at the striped shirt over hisbreast A groan escaped him and he would have sunk to the floor had notthe guard caught him and held him upright In a moment it was over andthen collapsing with exhaustion he sank into the chair There he satconscious and intelligent but slouching disorganized and indifferentThe chairman turned sharply to the guardWhy did you manacle this man he demanded when he is evidently soweak and when none of the others were manacledWhy sir stammered the guard surely you know who this man is he isthe most dangerous and desperateWe know all about that Remove his manaclesThe guard obeyed The chairman turned to the convict and in a kindlymanner said Do you know who we areThe convict got himself together a little and looked steadily at thechairman No he replied after a pause His manner was direct and hisvoice was deep though hoarseWe are the State Prison Directors We have heard of your case and wewant you to tell us the whole truth about itThe convicts mind worked slowly and it was some time before he couldcomprehend the explanation and request When he had accomplished thattask he said very slowly I suppose you want me to make a complaintsirYesif you have any to makeThe convict was getting himself in hand He straightened and gazedat the chairman with a peculiar intensity Then firmly and clearly heanswered Ive no complaint to makeThe two men sat looking at each other in

Produced by Louise Hope Greg Weeks and the OnlineDistributed Proofreading Team at httpwwwpgdpnet Transcribers Note This story was published in _Analog_ February 1963 Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the US copyright on this publication was renewedWith No Strings Attached A man will always be willing to buy something he wants and believes in even if it is impossible rather than something he believes is impossible So sell him what he thinks he wantsDavid GordonIllustrated by Schelling IllustrationThe United States Submarine _Ambitious Brill_ slid smoothly into herberth in the Brooklyn Navy Yard after far too many weeks at sea asfar as her crew were concerned After all the necessary preliminarieshad been waded through the majority of that happy crew went ashore toenjoy a wellearned and longanticipated leave in the depths of thebrickandglass canyons of GomorrahontheHudsonThe trip had been uneventful in so far as nothing really dangerousor exciting had happened Nothing indeed that could even be calledoutofthewayexcept that there was more brass aboard than usualand that the entire trip had been made underwater with the exceptionof one surfacing for a careful position check in order to make surethat the ships instruments gave the same position as the stars gaveThey had All was wellThat is not to say that the crew of the _Ambitious Brill_ wereentirely satisfied in their own minds about certain questions that hadbeen puzzling them They werent But they knew better than to askquestions even among themselves And they said nothing whatever whenthey got ashore But even the novices among submarine crews know thatwhile the nuclearpowered subs like _George Washington_ _PatrickHenry_ or _Benjamin Franklin_ are perfectly capable ofcircumnavigating the globe without coming up for air suchperformances are decidedly rare in a presumably Dieselelectric vesselsuch as the USS _Ambitious Brill_ And those few members of thecrew who had seen what went on in the battery room were the mostsecretive and the most puzzled of all They and they alone knew thatsome of the cells of the big battery that drove the ships electricmotors had been removed to make room for a big steelclad box hardlybigger than a foot locker and that the rest of the battery hadntbeen used at allWith no one aboard but the duty watch and no one in the battery roomat all Captain Dean Lacey felt no compunction whatever in saying ashe gazed at the steelclad sealed box What a batteryThe vessels captain Lieutenant Commander Newton Wayne looked upfrom the box into the Pentagon representatives face Yes sir itis His voice sounded as though his brain were trying to catch upwith it and hadnt quite succeeded This certainly puts us well aheadof the RussiansCaptain Lacey returned the look How right you are commander Thismeans we can convert every ship in the Navy in a tenth the time we hadfiguredThen they both looked at the third man a civilianHe nodded complacently And at a tenth the cost gentlemen he saidmildly North American Carbide Metals can produce these unitscheaply and at a rate that will enable us to convert every ship inthe Navy within the yearCaptain Lacey shot a glance at Lieutenant Commander Wayne All thisis strictly Top Secret you understandYes sir I understand said WayneVery well He looked back at the civilian Are we readyMr ThornAnytime you are captain the civilian saidFine You have your instructions commander Carry onAye aye sir said Lieutenant Commander Wayne A little less than an hour later Captain Lacey and Mr Thorn were inthe dining room of one of the most exclusive clubs in New York Mostclubs in New York are labeled as exclusive because they excludecertain people who do not measure up to their standards of wealthA man who makes less than say one hundred thousand dollars a yearwould not even qualify for scrutiny by the Executive Committee Thereis one club in Manhattan which reaches what is probably close to thelimit on that kind of exclusiveness Members must be whiteAngloSaxon Protestant Americans who can trace their ancestry aswhite AngloSaxon Protestant Americans back at least as far as theAmerican Revolution _without exception_ and who are worth at leastten millions and who can show that the fortune came into the familyat least four generations back No others need apply It is said thatthis club is not a very congenial one because the two members hateeach otherThe club in which Lacey and Thorn ate their dinner is not of thatsort It is composed of military and naval officers and certaincivilian career men in the United States Government These men areprofessionals Not one of them would ever resign from governmentservice They are dedicated heart body and soul to the UnitedStates of America The life public and private of every man Jack ofthem is an open book to every other member Of the three living menwho have heldand the one who at present holdsthe title ofPresident of the United States only one was a member of the clubbefore he held that high officeAs an exclusive club they rank well above Englands House of Peersand just a shade below the College of Cardinals of the Roman CatholicChurchCaptain Lacey was a member Mr Richard Thorn was not but he wasamong those few who qualify to be invited as guests The carefullyguarded precincts of the club were among the very few in which thesetwo men could talk openly and at easeAfter the duck came the brandy both men having declined dessert Andover the brandythat ultrarare Five Star Hennessy which isprocurable only by certain people and is believed by many not to existat allCaptain Lacey finally asked the question that had beenbothering him

Produced by Chuck Greif and the Online DistributedProofreading Team at httpwwwpgdpnetVICENTE BLASCO IBAÑEZMARE NOSTRUMNOVELA95OOO EJEMPLARESPROMETEOGemanías 33VALENCIAPublished in SpainES PROPIEDADReservados todos los derechos de reproducción traduccióny adaptaciónCopyright 1919 by V Blasco IbáñezINDICE IEl capitán Ulises Ferragut IIMater Anfitrita IIIPater Oceanus IVFreya VEl Acuario de Nápoles VILos artificios de Circe VIIEl pecado de Ferragut VIIIEl joven Telémaco IXEl encuentro de Marsella XEn Barcelona XIAdiós Voy á morir XIIAnfitrita AnfitritaMARE NOSTRUMIEL CAPITÁN ULISES FERRAGUTSus primeros amores fueron con una emperatrizEl tenía diez años y la emperatriz seiscientos Su padre don EstebanFerraguttercera cuota del Colegio de Notarios de Valencia admirabalas cosas del pasadoVivía cerca de la catedral y los domingos y fiestas de guardar en vezde seguir á los fieles que acudían á los aparatosos oficios presididospor el cardenalarzobispo se encaminaba con su mujer y su hijo á oírmisa en San Juan del Hospital iglesia pequeña rara vez concurrida enel resto de la semanaEl notario que en su juventud había leído á Wálter Scott experimentabala dulce impresión del que vuelve á su país de origen al ver las paredesque rodean el templo viejas y con almenas La Edad Media era el períodoen que habría querido vivir Y el buen don Esteban pequeño rechoncho ymiope sentía en su interior un alma de héroe nacido demasiado tarde alpisar las seculares losas del templo de los Hospitalarios Las otrasiglesias enormes y ricas le parecían monumentos de insípida vulgaridadcon sus fulguraciones de oro sus escarolados de alabastro y suscolumnas de jaspe Esta la habían levantado los caballeros de San Juanque unidos á los del Temple ayudaron al rey don Jaime en la conquistade ValenciaAl atravesar un pasillo cubierto desde la calle al patio interiorsaludaba á la Virgen de la Reconquista traída por los freires de labelicosa Orden imagen de piedra tosca con colores y oros imprecisossentada en un sitial románico Unos naranjos agrios destacaban su verderamazón sobre los muros de la iglesia ennegrecida sillería perforadapor largos ventanales cegados con tapia De los estribos salientes de surefuerzo surgían en lo más alto monstruosos endriagos de piedracarcomidaEn su nave única quedaba muy poco de este exterior romántico El gustobarroco del siglo XVII había ocultado la bóveda ojival bajo otra demedio punto cubriendo además las paredes con un revoque de yeso Perosobrevivían á la despiadada restauración los retablos medioevales losblasones nobiliarios los sepulcros de los caballeros de San Juan coninscripciones góticas y esto bastaba para mantener despierto elentusiasmo del notarioHabía que añadir además la calidad de los fieles que asistían á susoficios Eran pocos y escogidos siempre los mismos Unos se dejabancaer en su asiento flácidos y gotosos sostenidos por un criado viejo ópor la esposa que iba con pobre mantilla lo mismo que una ama degobierno Otros oían la misa de pie irguiendo su descarnada cabeza quepresentaba un perfil de pájaro de combate cruzando sobre el pecho lasmanos siempre negras enguantadas de lana en el invierno y de hilo en elverano Los nombres de todos ellos los conocía Ferragut por haberlosleído en las _Trovas_ de Mosén Febrer métrico relato en lemosín de loshombres de guerra que vinieron al cerco de Valencia desde AragónCataluña el Sur de Francia Inglaterra y la remota AlemaniaAl terminar la misa los imponentes personajes movían la cabezasaludando á los fieles más cercanos Buenos días Para ellos era comosi acabase de salir el sol las horas de antes no contaban Y elnotario con voz melosa ampliaba su respuesta Buenos días señormarqués Buenos días señor barón Sus relaciones no iban más allápero Ferragut sentía por los nobles personajes la simpatía que sientenlos parroquianos de un establecimiento acostumbrados á mirarse duranteaños con ojos afectuosos pero sin cruzar mas que un saludoSu hijo Ulises se aburría en la iglesia obscura y casi desiertasiguiendo los monótonos incidentes de una misa cantada Los rayos delsol chorros oblicuos de oro que venían de lo alto iluminando espiralesde polvo moscas y polillas le hacían pensar nostálgicamente en lasmanchas verdes de la huerta las manchas blancas de los caseríos lospenachos negros del puerto repleto de vapores y la triple fila deconvexidades azules coronadas de espuma que venían á deshacerse concadencioso estruendo sobre la playa color de bronceCuando dejaban de brillar las capas bordadas de los tres sacerdotes delaltar mayor y aparecía en el púlpito otro sacerdote blanco y negroUlises volvía la vista á una capilla lateral El sermón representabapara él media hora de somnolencia poblada de esfuerzos imaginativos Loprimero que buscaban sus ojos en la capilla de Santa Bárbara era unaarca clavada en la pared á gran altura un sepulcro de madera pintadasin otro adorno que esta inscripción _Aquí yace doña Constanza AugustaEmperatriz de Grecia_El nombre de Grecia tenía el poder de excitar la fantasía del pequeñoTambién su padrino el abogado Labarta poeta laureado no podía repetireste nombre sin que una contracción fervorosa pasase por su barba entrecana y una luz nueva por sus ojos Algunas veces al poder misterioso detal nombre se yuxtaponía un nuevo misterio más obscuro y de angustiosointerés Bizancio Cómo aquella señora augusta soberana de remotospaíses de magnificencia y de ensueño había venido á dejar sus huesos enuna lóbrega capilla de Valencia dentro de un arcón semejante á los queguardaban retazos y cachivaches en los desvanes del notarioUn día después de la misa don Esteban le había contado su historiarápidamente Era hija de Federico II de Suabia un Hohenstaufen unemperador de Alemania pero que estimaba en más su corona de SiciliaHabía llevado en los palacios de Palermoverdaderas _ruzafas_ por susorientales jardinesuna existencia de pagano y de sabio rodeado depoetas y hombres de ciencia judíos mahometanos y cristianos debayaderas de alquimistas y de feroces guardias sarracenos Legisló comolos jurisconsultos de la antigua Roma escribiendo al mismo tiempo losprimeros versos en italiano Su vida fué un continuo combate con losPapas que lanzaban contra él excomunión sobre excomunión Para obtenerla paz se hacía cruzado y marchaba á la conquista de

Produced by Nick Hodson of London EnglandThe Peasant and the Prince by Harriet Martineau________________________________________________________________________This short novel describes in great detail the last months of the FrenchRoyal family The book starts with four chapters describing theapalling lives that some of the French nobility were forcing theirpeasantry to live Every last bit of value was extorted from thesenoblemens estates to finance their extravagant life styles and thepoor people suffered greatly as a resultThere then follow fifteen chapters of harrowing detail as the RoyalFamily were treated with contempt and rudeness interspersed withepisodes of great kindness There had been a revolution and the crywas for the nobility to be hanged or guillotined but for the Royals theprocess was a long drawn out period of torture and tormentParticularly sad was the story of the last few months of the boy Louisthe Prince of the title who at one stage was left on his own for monthson end with no friendly face to comfort him while he lay in a dirty andunmade bed A kind tutor was ordered for him and he was cleaned up andcomforted a little but soon after died having not been allowed to seehis relatives for yearsYou cant help feeling that the French nobility had it coming thattheir fate was one of their own making Their behaviour during theeighteenth century made the Revolution inevitable________________________________________________________________________THE PEASANT AND THE PRINCE BY HARRIET MARTINEAUVOLUME ONE CHAPTER ONETHE LOVER IN THE WOODOne fine afternoon in April 1770 there was a good deal of bustle inthe neighbourhood of the village of Saint Menehould in the province ofChampagne in France The bride of the Dauphin of Francethe lady whowas to be queen when the present elderly king should diewas on herjourney from Germany and was to pass through Saint Menehould to Pariswith her splendid train of nobles and gentry and the whole country wasalive with preparations to greet her loyally as she passed The housesof the village were cleaned and adorned and gangs of labourers were atwork repairing the roads of the districtnot hired labourers butpeasants who were obliged by law to quit the work of their own fieldsor kilns when called upon to repair the roads for a certain number ofdays These roadmenders were not likely to be among the most heartywelcomers of the Dauphiness for they had been called off some fromtheir fieldwork just at the time when the loss of a few days wouldprobably cause great damage to the cropsand others from the charcoalworks when their families could ill spare the small wages they gainedat the kilns These forced labourers would willingly have given uptheir sight of the Dauphiness if she would have gone to Paris byanother route so that this roadmending might have been left to a moreconvenient seasonThe peasants round Saint Menehould were not all out upon the roadshowever In the midst of a wood a little to the north of the villagethe sound of a mallet might be heard by any traveller in the lane whichled to the ponds outside the estate of the Count de DThe workman who was so busy with his mallet was not a charcoalburnerand the work he was doing was on his own account It was CharlesBertrand a young peasant wellknown in the village who had long beenthe lover of Marie Randolphe the pretty daughter of a tenant of theCount de D When they were first engaged everybody who knew them wasglad and said they would be a happy couple But their affairs did notlook more cheerful as time went on Charles toiled with all his mightand tried so earnestly to save money that he did not allow himselfsufficient food and rest and was now almost as sallow and gauntlookingas his older neighbours and yet he could never get nearer to his objectof obtaining a cottage and field to which he might take Marie homeMarie grew somewhat paler and her face less pretty for besides heranxiety for her lover she had hard living at home Her father andmother had her two young brothers to maintain as well as themselvesand no toil no efforts on the part of the family could keep them abovewant Their earnings were very small at the best and these small gainswere so much lessened by the work her father was called out to do uponthe roadsand of the money brought home so much went to buy thequantity of salt which they were compelled by law to purchase that toolittle remained to feed and clothe the family properlyThis story of the salt will scarcely be believed now but it was foundthroughout France about eighty years ago to be only too true Anenormous tax was laid upon salt as one of the articles which peoplecould not live without and which therefore everybody must buy To makethis tax yield plenty of money to the king there was a law which fixedthe price of salt enormously high and which compelled every person inFrance above eight years old to buy a certain quantity of salt whetherit was wanted or not By the same law people were forbidden to sellsalt to one another though one poor person might be in want of it andhis nextdoor neighbour have his full quantity without any food to eatit with Even in such a case as this if a starving man ventured tosell salt for a loaf of bread he was subject to severe punishmentNow Maries brothers were just ten and nine years old and thehardships of the family had been increased since these poor boys becamethe cause of their father having to buy their portion of salt Justable before to get on the family were by this additional tax broughtdown to a state of want and Marie begged her father not to say a wordabout giving her a single penny to help her marriage with Charles forshe saw well that he would never be able to do it Her poor fathercould

Produced by Nick Hodson of London EnglandThe White Rose of Langley a Story of the Olden Time by Emily SarahHolt________________________________________________________________________This book is set in aristocratic circles in the fifteenth century Forthat reason there is a great deal of mediaeval English However mostof the unusual words are explained as they occur so there is no problemwith comprehension The last chapter is headed Historical Appendixand contains potted lives of most of the people whom we meet in thebook since the majority of them really existed Of course the detailof the conversations in the book is made up but we can well believethat something very like them might well have happened What is veryevident is that many of these people were plotters the object of theirdesires being in some way to increase their own wealth or status Evensmall children may be imprisoned and murdered as we remember from thesad tale of the Princes in the TowerIf you are fond of reading historical novels and are familiar with thegeneral history of the fifteenth century you will enjoy this view ofthe lives of the figures that made that history________________________________________________________________________THE WHITE ROSE OF LANGLEY A STORY OF THE OLDEN TIME BY EMILY SARAHHOLTCHAPTER ONENOBODYS CHILD Oh how full of briars is this workingday world _Shakspere_It is so cold MotherThe woman addressed languidly roused herself from the halfshelterednook of the forest in which she and her child had taken refuge She wasleaning with her back supported by a giant oak and the child was in herarms The age of the child was about eight The mother though stillyoung in years was old before her time with hard work and exposureand it might be also with sorrow She sat up and looked wearily overthe winter scene before her There was nothing of the querulouscomplaining tone of the little girls voice in hers only the dullsullen apathy of hopeless enduranceCold child she said Tis like to be colder yet when the nightcomethO Mother and all snow nowThere be chiller gear than snow maid replied the mother bitterlyBut it had been warmer in London Motherif we had not lost ourroadMaybe was the answer in a tone which seemed to imply that it didnot signifyThe child did not reply and the woman continued to sit upright andlook forward with an absent expression in her face indicating that themind was not where the eyes wereOnly snow and frost she mutterednot speaking to the child Noughtbeyond nor here ne there Nay snow is better than snowedup heartsHad it been warmer in London Maybe the hearts there had been asfrosty as at Pleshy Well it will be warm in the grave and we shallsoon win yonderBe there fires yonder Mother asked the child innocentlyThe woman laugheda bitter harsh laugh in which there was no mirthThe devil keepeth she said At least so say the priests But whatwit they They never went thither to see They will belike somedayThe little girl was silent again and the mother after a momentspause resumed her interrupted soliloquyIf there were nought beyond only she murmured and her look and toneof dull misery sharpened into vivid pain If a man might die and havedone with it all But to meet God And tis no sweven dream nefallacy this dread undeadliness immortalityit is real O all yeblessed saints and martyrs in Heaven how shall I meet GodIs that holy Marys Son MotherAyHoly Mary will plead for us suggested the child She can alwaypeace her Son But methought _He_ was good to folks Mother SisterChristian was wont to say soTo saints and good women like Sister Christian maybeArt thou not good MotherThe question was put in all innocence But it struck the heart of themiserable mother like a poisoned arrowGood she cried again in that tone of intense pain _I_ good NoMaudeI am bad bad bad From the crown of mine head to the sole ofmy foot there is nothing in me beside evil such evil as thou unwemmedundefiled innocent dove as thou art canst not even conceive God isgood to saintsnot to sinners Sister Christianand thou yetbeamongst the saints I am of the sinnersBut why art thou not a saint Mother demanded the child asinnocently as beforeI was on the road once said the woman with a heavy sigh I was tohave been an holy sister of Saint Clare I knew no more of ill thanthou whiteling in mine arms If I had died then when my soul wasfairSuddenly her mood changed She clasped the child close to her breastand showered kisses on the little wan faceMy babe Maude my bird Maude she said My dove that God sped downfrom Heaven unto me thinking me not too ill ne wicked to have theeThe angels may love thee my bird in bower for thou art white andunwemmed The robes of thy chrism see Note 1 are not yet soiled butO sinner that I am how am I to meet God And I must meet HimandsoonDid not God die on the rood MotherThe woman assented the old listless tone returning to her voiceWherefore MotherGod wot childSister Christian told me He had no need for Himself but that He lovedus yet why that should cause Him to die I wis notThe mother made no answer Her thoughts had drifted away back throughher weary past to a little village church where a fresco painting stoodon the wall sketched in days long before of a company of guests at afeast clad in Saxon robes and of One behind whom knelt a womanweeping and kissing His feet while her flowing hair almost hid themfrom sight And back to her memory along with the scene came a linefrom a popular ballad The Ploughmans Complaint which referred toit She repeated it aloud

Produced by David Edwards and the Online DistributedProofreading Team at httpwwwpgdpnet This file wasproduced from images generously made available by TheInternet ArchiveThe DOGS DINNER PARTYGEORGE ROUTLEDGE AND SONSLONDON AND NEW YORKKronheim Co LondonIllustrationTHE DOGS DINNER PARTYMr Blenheim was a very gentlemanly dog and Mrs Blenheim was quitethe lady both were wellbred handsome and fond of good company Theylived in a nice house by Hyde Park Corner Now Mr Blenheim was oneday in the library dozing in his armchair after dinner when Mrs Bthus addressed himRouse up Blenny dear and tell me about these notes of invitation forour dinnerpartyI am rather sleepy said he so you must read the list over to meMrs B read the names of Mr TanTerrier Mr FoxHound Mr Dane MrMastiff Mr Beagle Mr Poodle Mr BarkerMr BullDog concludingthe list Mr BullDog cried Mrs B looking vexed why do you askhim no one considers him respectableIt will not do to leave him out dear said Mr Blenheim who thengot up and went lazily to the desk to write the invitationsIllustrationPug the Page went to Kennel Court the country box of Mr FoxHoundand found that sporting character near home wiping his brow after agood hunt His manners were more blunt than his teeth and his loudvoice could be heard miles off He was called a jolly dog and seldomdined alone But his great delight was the chase of a fox he couldthen hardly give tongue enough to express his joy After asking Pugafter Mrs Blenheims health he accepted the invitationFlorio the Courier waited on Mr Barker with his note of invitationMr Barker lived in a snug little house in a farmyard where he hadthe charge of watching over and protecting the live stock He at firstfeared he must decline the invitation but on second thoughts heresolved to venture it was not a late dinner and he would manage toget away early Unluckily his coat was rather the worse for wear buthe could boast of a handsome collar at any rateand so he acceptedWhen Pug the Page reached the dwellingplace of Mr BullDog hefound him lying close to a bit of an old tub in a dirty yard smokinga short pipe very coolly Mr BullDog snarled a little at beingdisturbed and then read the note Oh you can say Ill be sure tocome said he I am always ready for a good feed Now young onesaid he to Pug with a growl I advise you to cut away as fast as youcanIllustrationAt last the day of the grand dinnerparty arrived and the guests allassembled in good spirits with keen appetites for the feast Neverhad so many sleek welldressed dogs met together before and thevariety of their coats and countenances was very striking All werein compliment to the gentle hostess Mrs Blenheim on their bestbehaviour and great was the harmony that prevailed Ample justicetoo was done to the good things liberally provided for theirentertainment and strange to say for so large a party and so mixeda company no excess was committed either in eating or drinkingSocial chat was the order of the day compliments were exchangedtoasts praising every guest in turn were proposed and received withcordiality speeches were made which were applauded even when notcalled for or understood and for a long time it seemed that no LordMayors feast could have passed off more brilliantly or have givengreater satisfactionMr BullDog was however missing from among the guests after a timeit seems that he found the sports rather dull and so had sneaked offPresently a great uproar was heard and it was found that he had gonebelow and had eaten up all the servants dinner so they all joinedtogether to punish him and after some trouble contrived to kick himout of the house and very foolish he looked in spite of his tipsyswaggerIllustrationAs Mr BullDog had lost his pipe in the street he thought he wouldturn into a publichouse to get another here he again misbehaved andwas soon turned out some mischievous boys then got hold of him tiedan old tin saucepan to his tail and chased him through the streetsThe faster he ran the more he bumped himself with the saucepan andthe more he yelled with pain the more the boys pelted him with mud andstones At length he reached his dirty dwelling more dead than alivePoor Mrs Blenheim she was indeed much to be pitied to have hernice dinnerparty disturbed by so vulgar a creature This shows howcareful we should be in avoiding low companyIllustrationROUTLEDGESTHREEPENNY TOYBOOKSWITH SIX COLOURED ILLUSTRATIONSPRINTED BY KRONHEIM CO 5 MY FIRST ALPHABET 6 MOTHER GOOSE 7 THE BABES IN THE WOOD 8 THIS LITTLE PIG 9 THE OLD WOMAN WHO LIVED IN A SHOE10 LITTLE BOPEEP11 NURSERY RHYMES12 FARMYARD ALPHABET13 JACK AND THE BEANSTALK14 JOHN GILPIN15 OLD MOTHER HUBBARD16 THE THREE BEARS17 THE HOUSE THAT JACK BUILT18 THE DOGS DINNER PARTY19 MY MOTHER20 THE CATS TEA PARTY21 MORE NURSERY RHYMES22 ROBIN REDBREAST23 A APPLE PIE24 THE RAILWAY ALPHABET25 NURSERY SONGS26 NURSERY DITTIES27 PUNCH AND JUDY28 OUR PETS29 CINDERELLA30 PUSSINBOOTS31 LITTLE RED RIDINGHOOD32 WILD ANIMALS33 TAME ANIMALS34 BIRDS35 JACK THE GIANT KILLER36 BLUE BEARD37 ALADDIN38 THE FORTY THIEVES39 TOM THUMB40 SLEEPING BEAUTY IN THE WOODGEORGE ROUTLEDGE AND SONSLONDON AND NEW YORKEnd of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Dogs Dinner Party by Unknown

Produced by Bryan Ness Marcia Brooks and the OnlineDistributed Proofreading Team at httpwwwpgdpnet Thisbook was produced from scanned images of public domainmaterial from the Google Print projectTHEEDUCATIONOFAMERICAN GIRLSCONSIDERED IN A SERIES OFESSAYSEDITED BYANNA C BRACKETT The time has arrived when like huntsmen we should surround the cover and look sharp that justice does not slip away and pass out of sight and get lost for there can be no doubt that we are in the right direction Only try and get a sight of her and if you come within view first let me knowPLATO REP BOOK IVIllustrationNEW YORKG P PUTNAMS SONSFOURTH AVENUE AND TWENTYTHIRD STREET1874Entered according to Act of Congress in the year 1874 by G PPUTNAMS SONS In the Office of the Librarian of Congress atWashington D CLANGE LITTLE CO PRINTERS ELECTROTYPERS AND STEREOTYPERS 108 TO114 WOOSTER STREET N YTO THESCHOOLGIRLS AND COLLEGEGIRLSOFAMERICABECAUSE WE BELIEVE THAT THEIR IDEALS ARE HIGH AND THATTHEY HAVE STRENGTH TO MAKE THEM REALThis Book is DedicatedBY THEWOMEN WHO IN THE INTERVALS SNATCHED FROM DAILY LABORHAVE WRITTEN IT FOR THEIR SAKESPREFACEThe Table of Contents sufficiently indicates the purpose and aim of thisbook The essays are the thoughts of American women of wide and variedexperience both professional and otherwise no one writer beingresponsible for the work of another The connecting link is the commoninterest Some of the names need no introduction The author of EssayIV has had an unusually long and varied experience in the education andcare of Western girls in schools and colleges The author of the essayon English Girls is a graduate of Antioch has taught for many years indifferent sections of this country and has had unusual opportunitiesfor several years of observing English methods and resultsThe essays on the first four institutions whose names they bear comewith the official sanction of the presiding officers of thoseinstitutions who vouch for the correctness of the statements Of theseVII is by a member of the present Senior Class of the University whohas instituted very exact personal inquiries among the womenstudentsThe author of VIII is the librarian of Mt Holyoke Seminary The writerof the report from Oberlin is a graduatea teacher of wide experienceand has been for three or four years the Principal of the LadiesDepartment of the college The resident physician at Vassar is too wellknown as such to need any introductionThere are many other institutions whose statistics would be equallyvaluable such for instance as the Northwestern University ofIllinois which has not only opened its doors to girlstudents but hasplaced women on the Board of Trustees and in the FacultyFrom Antioch which we desired to have fully represented we have beendisappointed in obtaining statistics which may however hereafter beembodied in a second edition In place thereof we give the briefstatement of facts found under the name of the institution supplied bya friendWith reference to my own part of the volume if the words on PhysicalEducation far outnumber those on the Culture of the Intellect andthe Culture of the Will it can only be said that the American nationare far more liable to overlook the former than the latter two and thatthe number of pages covered is by no means to be taken as an index ofthe relative importance of the divisions in themselves Of theimperfection of all three no one can be more conscious than theirauthor The subject is too large for any such partial treatmentTo friends medical clerical and unprofessional who have kindlygiven me the benefit of their criticism on different parts of theintroductory essay my thanks are due Especially do I recognize myobligation to Dr W Gill Wylie of this city whose line of study andpractice has made his criticism of great valueI cannot refrain from adding that I am fully aware of the onesidednature of the training acquired in the profession of teachingCivilization implying as it does division of labor necessarilyrenders all persons more or less onesided In the teaching professionthe voluntary holding of the mind for many hours of each day in theposition required for the work of educating uneducated minds theconstant effort to state facts clearly distinctly and freed fromunnecessary details almost universally induce a straightforwardness ofspeech which savors to others who are not immature of brusqueness andpositiveness if it may not deserve the harsher names of asperity andarrogance It is not these in essence though it appear to be so andthus teachers often give offense and excite opposition when theseresults are farthest from their intention In the case of these essaysthis professional tendency may also have been aggravated by thecircumstances under which they have been written the only hoursavailable for the purpose having been the last three evening hours ofdays whose freshness was claimed by actual teaching and the morninghours of a short vacationI do not offer these explanations as an apology simply as anexplanation No apology has the power to make good a failure incourtesy If passages failing in this be discovered it will be causefor gratitude and not for offense if they are pointed outThe spirit which has prompted the severe labor has been that which seeksfor the Truth and endeavors to express it in hopes that more perfectstatements may be elicitedWith these words I submit the result to the intelligent women ofAmerica asking only that the screen of the honest purpose may beinterposed between the reader and any glaring faults of manner orexpressionANNA C BRACKETT117 East 36th street New York CityJanuary 1874CONTENTS PAGEI Education of American Girls

Produced by Pedro Saborano produced from scanned imagesof public domain material from Google Book SearchO ARREPENDIMENTOO ARREPENDIMENTOROMANCEEm tempos da minha mocidade costumava visitar a miudo uma boa velhaminha visinha que me honrava com a sua estima e amisade Humildementeconfesso que não ha sociedade mais deleitosa e agradavel do que a deuma mulher que soube envelhecer A sua conversação instructiva edivertida é um inesgotavel thesouro de lembranças anecdotasobservações chistosas e reflexões circumspectas é finalmente umarevista do passadoD Mafalda deixemme assim chamarlhe juntava á amenidade da conversaa do caracter que era brando e indulgenteQuando tinha occasião de ir passar uma noite com ella pareciame que ashoras voavam ligeiras e que corriam mais rapidas do que quando asgastava a distribuir finezas e galanteios ás mais formosas rainhas dosmais brilhantes salões Era sempre com vivo pesar que a via apontar parao relogio indicandome que a hora de me retirar tinha chegado evoltava a minha casa com o espirito mais rico e o coração satisfeito emelhorA historia que vou contarvos minhas caras leitoras foime dita por DMafalda num destes serãos em que vos falleiEra numa bella noite de Junho fui encontrala sentada na sua cadeira áVoltaire tendo a seus pés deitado em um cochim o seu cãosinhoquerido os olhos tinhaos semiabertos um sorriso nos labios eparecia respirar com prazer a aragem que embalsamada pelas flôres dojardim se coava pela janella meia aberta Quando cheguei junto dellavinha indignado por que um de meus parentes tinha sido victima dumabuso de confiança conteilhe o succedido e no calor da narração nãopoupei ao culpado as maiores imprecações nem deixei de lhe dizer quedesejava fazerlhe todo o mal possivelDevagar meu querido amigome disse ellanão o julgava tãoirrascivel nem que tivesse tão pouca caridade para com o proximo Sabelá se com a vida não tiraria ao culpado o merito de para o futuro sepoder rehabilitar pelo arrependimento e se o momento em que lheinfringisse o castigo não seria o destinado por Deus para essearrependimentoEisahi minha cara visinha uma doutrina permittame a expressão umpouco subversiva da ordem socialDeus me defendame replicoude querer que o culpado não sejacastigado e que a sociedade fique indefeza dos crimes que um seu membropraticou contra ella quiz dizer sómente que devia deixar ás leis ocuidado de castigar o delinquente e que o meu querido amigo não deviacomo individuo fechar assim desapiedadamente o coração a todo osentimento de commiseração por um desgraçado e infeliz no coração doqual talvez ainda bruxelei algum clarão de virtude que uma occasiãofavoravel e propicia que se apresente ainda póde despertar e fazercom que esse membro da sociedade que julga inutil se torne bom eaproveitavelComo eu respondesse a isto fazendo um destes movimentos de cabeça quesão um protesto mudo e respeitoso ella acrescentouEstá com paciencia para me aturar ouvindo uma historia pois que aindatemos algumas horasNão recusei uma historia era uma fortuna para combater a exaltaçãodespirito em que estavaD Mafalda principiou assimEmilio da Cunha era o mais velho de tres irmãos dos quaes o maisnovo vivia ha muitos annos no Rio de Janeiro onde tinha alcançadofortuna O segundo nunca deixou o Porto sendo sempre infeliz nos seuscommettimentos e especulações Emilio da Cunha á custa de muitotrabalho e economias pôde alcançar uma fortunasinha que lhe permittiaesperar com socego o momento de descançar da vida laboriosa em quetinha vividoUma quarta pessoa completava esta familia que era uma irmã que tendoseguido seu marido á India para onde elle tinha sido despachado e nãovindo nenhum delles a figurar nesta minha historia não lhosrecordarei maisAconteceu que o irmão de Emilio da Cunha que residia no Porto por umadestas catastrophes que occasionam os jogos de bolsa falliu Teve talsentimento por este facto que falleceu tres dias depois atacado dumafebre cerebral A herança que deixou foram dividas e um filhoEmilio da Cunha que tinha um coração bondoso e um caracterpundonoroso para que a memoria de seu irmão não ficasse deshonradacomprometteuse a pagar as dividas e recolheu em sua casa o filho paralhe substituir o pai que tinha perdido procedimento louvavel e dignode se admirar sabendose que elle tinha uma filha para quem passadosquatro ou cinco annos tinha a procurar um casamento vantajosoRoberto se chamava o sobrinho de Emilio da Cunha tinha já 15 annosdidade mas o pai inteiramente entregue ás especulações e aoscuidados que ellas trazem comsigo descuidou completamente a suaeducação por isso o seu retrato moral nesta occasião nada tinha devantajoso o espirito tinhao completamente inculto as noções quepossuia do justo e do injusto eram as mais erroneas e disparatadas orespeito aos direitos doutrem era para elle uma invenção estupida doshomens condemnada pela natureza e a verdadeira liberdade consistia emfazer o mal impunemente Se algum bom instincto ou algum vislumbre devirtude existia no coração de Roberto ainda estava em embryão por quese não tinha demonstrado Quantas e quantas vezes em quanto que o paicego pelas especulações concentrava todas as suas faculdadesintellectuaes na realisação dum impossivel não deixou Roberto de ir aocollegio fazendo o que em termo escolar se chama _gazear_ e gastavaas horas destudo em andar a vagabundear pelos campos e praças Dahiproveio o tomar relações com meia duzia de garotos ou vadiospermittame a phrase para quem nada era sagrado nem nas acções nem naspalavras Dahi nasceu a falta de respeito pela propriedade alheiaroubando os pomares e o endurecimento de coração castigandobarbaramente animaes inoffensivosEmilio da Cunha reconheceu logo os maus instinctos de que seu sobrinhoera dotado e a desmoralisação que já se tinha infiltrado no seucoração mas concebeu a esperança de o regenerar com desvelospaciencia e sobre tudo bons exemplos Sua filha a que chamareiValentina de 14 annos didade contribuiu poderosamente para arealisação deste seu empenho tão justo e louvavel Era uma menina paraquem a natureza tinha sido prodiga em encantos de rosto despirito ecoração a ponto de qualquer que a via a admirar e de quem a ouviaamala immediatamente Tinha uma tal influencia ou magia sobre os quese acercavam della que aos bons tornavaos melhores e aos mausfazialhe retirar envergonhados para o fundo do coração os mausinstinctos Esta magia não teve menos poder sobre Roberto do que sobreos outros

Produced by David Edwards Anne Storer and the OnlineDistributed Proofreading Team at httpwwwpgdpnet Thisfile was produced from images generously made availableby The University of Florida The InternetArchiveChildrens Library Old Mother Hubbard AND HER DOG Illustration NEW YORKJOHN McLOUGHLIN Publisher 24 Beekman Street BOSTONS W COTTRELL Cornhill OLD MOTHER HUBBARD AND HER DOG Illustration Old Mother Hubbard Went to the cupboard To give her poor Dog a bone When she came there The cupboard was bare And so the poor Dog had none JOHN McLOUGHLIN Publisher N Y Illustration She went to the Tavern For white wine and red When she came back The Dog stood on his head She brought him a cake Which she bought at the Fair When she came back The Dog sat in a chair Illustration She went to the Bakers To buy him some bread When she came back Poor Doggy was dead Illustration She went to the Undertakers To buy him a coffin When she came back The Dog was laughing She took a clean dish To get him some tripe When she came back He was smoking his pipe Illustration She went to the Tailors To buy him a coat When she came back He was riding a goat She went to the Fruiterers To buy him some fruit When she came back He was playing the flute Illustration She went to the Barbers To buy him a wig When she came back He was dancing a jig She went to the Cobblers To buy him some shoes When she came back He was reading the news Illustration She went to the Hatters To buy him a hat When she came back He was feeding her cat She went to the Sempstress To buy him some linen When she came back The Dog was spinning Illustration She went to the Hosiers To buy him some hose When she came back He was drest in his clothes The Dame made a curtsey

Produced by David WidgerA STRUGGLE FOR LIFEBy Thomas Bailey AldrichBoston And New York Houghton Mifflin CompanyCopyright 1873 1885 and 1901One morning as I was passing through Boston Common which lies betweenmy home and my office I met a gentleman lounging along The Mall Iam generally preoccupied when walking and often thread my way throughcrowded streets without distinctly observing any one But this mansface forced itself upon me and a singular face it was His eyes werefaded and his hair which he wore long was flecked with gray His hairand eyes if I may say so were sixty years old the rest of him notthirty The youthfulness of his figure the elasticity of his gait andthe venerable appearance of his head were incongruities that drew morethan one pair of curious eyes towards him He excited in me the painfulsuspicion that he had got either somebody elses head or somebody elsesbody He was evidently an American at least so far as the upper partof him was concernedthe New England cut of countenance isunmistakableevidently a man who had seen something of the world butstrangely young and oldBefore reaching the Park Street gate I had taken up the thread ofthought which he had unconsciously broken yet throughout the day thisold young man with his unwrinkled brow and silvered locks glided inlike a phantom between me and my dutiesThe next morning I again encountered him on The Mall He was restinglazily on the green rails watching two little sloops in distress whichtwo ragged shipowners had consigned to the mimic perils of the PondThe vessels lay becalmed in the middle of the ocean displaying atantalizing lack of sympathy with the frantic helplessness of the ownerson shore As the gentleman observed their dilemma a light came into hisfaded eyes then died out leaving them drearier than before I wonderedif he too in his time had sent out ships that drifted and drifted andnever came to port and if these poor toys were to him types of his ownlossesThat man has a story and I should like to know it I said halfaloud halting in one of those winding paths which branch off fromthe pastoral quietness of the Pond and end in the rush and tumult ofTremont StreetWould you exclaimed a voice at my side I turned and faced MrH a neighbor of mine who laughed heartily at finding me talkingto myself Well he added reflectingly I can tell you this mansstory and if you will match the narrative with anything as curious Ishall be glad to hear itYou know him thenYes and no That is to say I do not know him personally but I knowa singular passage in his life I happened to be in Paris when he wasburiedBuriedWell strictly speaking not buried but something quite like it Ifyou ve a spare half hour continued my friend H we ll sit onthis bench and I will tell you all I know of an affair that made somenoise in Paris a couple of years ago The gentleman himself standingyonder will serve as a sort of frontispiece to the romancea fullpageillustration as it wereThe following pages contain the story Which Mr H related tome While he was telling it a gentle wind arose the miniature sloopsdrifted feebly about the ocean the wretched owners flew from pointto point as the deceptive breeze promised to waft the barks to eithershore the early robins trilled now and then from the newly fringedelms and the old young man leaned on the rail in the sunshine littledreaming that two gossips were discussing his affairs within twentyyards of him

Produced by Nick Hodson of London EnglandThe Battle and the Breeze by RM Ballantyne________________________________________________________________________In this shortish book we have a description of the Battle of the Nilein which the naval forces of Admiral Nelson fought and defeated theFrench The story is made more human by recounting tales of the life ofa British seaman Bill Bowls along with incidents involving hisfriends Ben Bolter and Tom Riggles________________________________________________________________________THE BATTLE AND THE BREEZE BY RM BALLANTYNECHAPTER ONETOUCHES ON OUR HEROS EARLY LIFE EXPERIENCES AND ADVENTURESBill Bowls was the most amiable gentle kindly and modest fellow thatever trod the deck of a manofwar He was also one of the mostlionhearted men in the NavyWhen Bill was a babya roundfaced largeeyed fatlegged baby asunlike to the bronzed whiskered strapping seaman who went by the nameof Fighting Bill as a jackdaw is to a marlinespikewhen Bill was ababy his father used to say he was just cut out for a sailor and hewas right for the urchin was overflowing with vigour and muscularenergy He was utterly reckless and very earnestwe might almost say_desperately_ earnest Whatever he undertook to do he did with awill He spoke with a will listened with a will laughed yelledate slept wrought and fought with a will In short he was asplendid little fellow and therefore as his father wisely said wasjust cut out for a sailorBill seemed to hold the same opinion for he took to the water quitenaturally from the very commencement of life He laughed with glee whenhis mother used to put him into the washtub and howled with rage whenshe took him out Dancing bareheaded under heavy rain was his delightwading in ponds and rivers was his common practice and tumbling intodeep pools was his most ordinary mishap No wonder then that Billlearned at an early age to swim and also to fear nothing whateverexcept a blowingup from his father He feared that but he did notoften get it because although full of mischief as an egg is full ofmeat he was goodhumoured and bidable and like all lionheartedfellows he had little or no malice in himHe began his professional career very early in life When in afteryears he talked to his comrades on this subject he used to sayYes mates I did begin to study navigation wen I was about two foothighmore or lessan I tell e what it is theres nothin liketakin old Father Time by the forelock I was about four year old whenI took my first start in the nautical way and praps ye wont believeit but its a fact I launched my first ship myself owned hercommanded and navigated her and was wrecked on my first voyage Ithappened this way my father was a millwright he was and lived near asmall lake where I used to splutter about a good deal One day I gothold of a big plank launched it after half an hour o the hardest workI ever had got on it with a bit of broken palm for an oar an shovedoff into deep water It was a splendid burst Away I went with myheart in my mouth and my feet in the water tryin to steady myself butas ill luck would have it just as I had got my ship on an even keel anwas beginnin to dip my oar with great caution a squall came down thelake caught me on the starboard quarter and threw me on my beamendsOf coorse I went sowse into the water and had only time to give out oneawful yell when the water shut me up Fortnitly my father heard mejumped in and pulled me out but instead of kicking me or blowin me uphe told me that I should have kept my weathereye open an met thesquall head to wind Then he got hold of the plank and made me try itagain and didnt leave me till I was able to paddle about on that plankalmost as well as any Eskimo in his skin canoe My good old dadfinished the lesson by tellin me to keep always _in shoal water till Icould swim_ and to look out for squalls in future It was lucky for methat I had learned to obey him for many a time I was capsized afterthat when nobody was near me but bein always in shoal water Imanaged to scramble ashoreAs Bill Bowls began life so he continued it He went to sea in goodearnest when quite a boy and spent his first years in the coastingtrade in which rough service he became a thorough seaman and waswrecked several times on various parts of our stormy shores Onreaching mans estate he turned a longing eye to foreign lands and incourse of time visited some of the most distant parts of the globe sothat he may be said to have been a great traveller before his whiskerswere darker than a ladys eyebrowsDuring these voyages as a matter of course he experienced greatvariety of fortune He had faced the wildest of storms and bathed inthe beams of the brightest sunshine He was as familiar with wreck aswith rations every species of nautical disaster had befallen himtyphoons cyclones and simooms had done their worst to him but theycould not kill him for Bill bore a sort of charmed life and invariablyturned up again no matter how many of his shipmates went down Despitethe rough experiences of his career he was as fresh and goodlooking ayoung fellow as one would wish to seeBefore proceeding with the narrative of his life we shall give just onespecimen of his experiences while he was in the merchant serviceHaving joined a ship bound for China he set sail with the proverbiallight heart and light pair of breeches to which we may add lightpockets His heart soon became somewhat heavier when he discovered thathis captain was a tyrant whose chief joy appeared to

Produced by Nick Hodson of London EnglandThe Buffalo Runners A tale of the Red River Plains by RM Ballantyne________________________________________________________________________Here once again Ballantyne is on familiar ground The theme is thetrials and tribulations suffered by the early settlers the pioneers inthe lands to the east of the Rockies in particular in the Red Riverbasin where it flows northwards into Lake Winnipeg There are problemswith bad men of their own settlement bad men from the other main furcompany our heroes worked with the Hudson Bay Company theNorwesters Sioux and Salteaux Indians a plague of grasshoppers aplague of mice storms that destroyed fishinggear such as nets CreeIndians as well as the other two tribes bad decisions and actions bythe advisors of Lord Selkirk who was in charge of the whole operationof settlement accidental wounds The heroes of the tale are two youngboys one of whom is disabled and weak but both are shining examplesof goodness and bravery The women of the tale are of course allbeautiful and devoted members of their various households The men ofthe tale vary between the competent and the incompetent the lazy andidle and the industrious the cunning and the stupidIt might be quite a good idea to read the book more than once so thatyou can get it clear in your mind who is on whose side________________________________________________________________________THE BUFFALO RUNNERS A TALE OF THE RED RIVER PLAINS BY RM BALLANTYNECHAPTER ONEA TALE OF THE RED RIVER PLAINSHELPA blizzard was blowing wildly over the American prairies one winter dayin the earlier part of the present centuryFresh free and straight it came from the realms of Jack Frost andcoldbitterly coldlike the bergs on the Arctic seas to which it hadbut recently said farewellSnow fine as dust and sharp as needles was caught up bodily by thewind in great masseshere in snaky coils there in whirling eddieselsewhere in rolling clouds but these had barely time to assumeindefinite forms when they were furiously scattered and swept away as bythe besom of destruction while earth and sky commingled in a smother ofwhiteygreyAll the demons of the Far North seemed to have taken an outside passageon that blizzard so tremendous was the roaring and shrieking while thewrithing of tormented snowdrifts suggested powerfully the madness ofagonyTwo white and ghostly pillars moved slowly but steadily through all thishurlyburly in a straight line One of the pillars was short and broadthe other was tall and stately Both were very solidagreeably sowhen contrasted with surrounding chaos Suddenly the two pillarsstoppedthough the gale did notSaid the short pillar to the tall oneTaniel Tavidson if we will not get to the Settlement this night itiss my belief that every one o them will perishFergus replied the tall pillar sternly they shall _not_ perish ifI can help it At all events if they do I shall die in the attempt tosave them Come onDaniel Davidson became less like a white pillar as he spoke and morelike a man by reason of his shaking a good deal of the snow off hisstalwart person Fergus McKay followed his comrades example andrevealed the factfor a few minutesthat beneath the snowmask therestood a young man with a beaming countenance of fiery red the flamingcharacter of which however was relieved by an expression of ineffablegoodhumourThe two men resumed their march over the dreary plain in silenceIndeed conversation in the circumstances was out of the question Thebrief remarks that had been made when they paused to recover breath werehowled at each other while they stood face to faceThe nature of the storm was such that the gale seemed to rush at thetravellers from all quarters at onceincluding above and below Men ofless vigour and resolution would have been choked by it but men whodont believe in choking and have thick necks powerful frames vastexperience and indomitable wills are not easily chokedIt blows hardwhatever muttered Fergus to himself with thatprolonged emphasis on the last syllable of the last word which iseminently suggestive of the Scottish HighlanderDavidson may have heard the remark but he made no replyDay declined but its exit was not marked by much difference in the veryfeeble light and the two men held steadily on The moon came out Asfar as appearances went she might almost as well have stayed in fornobody saw her that night Her mere existence somewhere in the skyhowever rendered the indescribable chaos visible Hours passed by butstill the two men held on their way persistentlyThey wore fivefeetlong snowshoes Progress over the deep snowwithout these would have been impossible One traveller walked behindthe other to get the benefit of his beaten track but the benefit wasscarcely appreciable for the whirling snow filled each footstep upalmost as soon as it was made Two days and a night had these mentravelled with but an hour or two of rest in the shelter of a copsewithout fire and almost without food yet they pushed on with theenergy of fresh and wellfed menNothing but some overpowering necessity could have stimulated them tosuch prolonged and severe exertion Even selfpreservation might havefailed to nerve them to it for both had wellnigh reached the limit oftheir exceptional powers but each was animated by a stronger motivethan self Fergus had left his old father in an almost dying state onthe snowclad plains and Davidson had left his affianced brideThe buffalohunt had failed that year winter had set in with unwontedseverity and earlier than usual The hunters with the women andchildren who followed them in carts to help and to reap the benefit ofthe hunt were starving Their horses died or were frozen to deathcarts were snowed up and the starving hunters had been scattered inmaking the best of their way back to the Settlement of Red River fromwhich they had startedWhen old McKay broke down and his only daughter Elspie had firmlyasserted her determination to remain and die with him Fergus McKay andDaniel Davidson felt themselves

Produced by Nick Hodson of London EnglandThe Lively Poll by RM Ballantyne________________________________________________________________________The scene opens with one of the many North Sea fishing fleets at work onits grounds One of the boats is commanded by a man who is called theAdmiral of the fleet He commands the other boats as to when and wherethey are to start working with their trawl nets for if such controlwere not imposed there would be chaos with a hundred or more boatscrossing each others paths and consequently entangling their netsAfter a nights fishing the fish are gutted filleted and boxed Asteam vessel approaches and takes their catches so that they can belanded at the nearest fishing port such as Yarmouth and Gorleston andrushed to London and other great cities to be fresh on tables thefollowing dayBut there is another type of vessel that trades with the Lively Polland other ships of that fishing fleetthe Dutch coper bringing goodsto trade for fish including tobacco and schnapps for the Demon Drinkis the ruination of many a good man That is what this book is reallyall about the ruination of some men and the salvation of others foreven out at sea there are missionaries working to try and save souls________________________________________________________________________THE LIVELY POLL BY RM BALLANTYNECHAPTER ONETHE FLEETManx Bradley was an admiraladmiral of the fleetthough it must beadmitted that his personal appearance did not suggest a position soexaltedWith rough pilot coat and souwester scarred and tarred hands easyrolling gait and boots from heel to hip with inchthick soles likethose of a dramatic buccaneer he bore as little resemblance to thepopular idea of a lacecoated brassbuttoned cockhatted admiral as aseaurchin bears to a cockleshell Nevertheless Manx was a realadmiralas real as Nelson and much harder workedHis fleet of nearly two hundred fishingsmacks lay bobbing about onefine autumn evening on the North Sea The vessels cruised round eachother out and in hither and thither in all positions now on thistack now on that bowsprits pointing north south east and west asif without purpose or engaged in a nautical game of touchNevertheless all eyes were bent earnestly on the admirals vessel forit was literally the flagship being distinguishable only by a smallflag attached to its fore stayThe fleet was hovering awaiting orders from the admiral A fine smartfishing breeze was blowing The setting sun sparkled on thewavecrests thin fleecy clouds streaked the sky everything gavepromise of a satisfactory night and a good haul of fish in the morningWith the quiet air of an amiable despot Manx nodded his venerable headUp went the signal and in a few minutes the fleet was reduced to orderEvery smack swept round into position and bending over on the sametack they all rushed like a shoal of startled minnows away in the samedirectionthe direction signalled by the admiral Another signal fromour venerable despot sent between one and two hundred trawlnets down tothe bottom of the sea nets that were strong enough to haul up tons offish and rocks and wreckage and rubbish with fiftyfeet beams likeyoung masts with iron enough in bands and chains to sink them and soarranged that the beams were raised a few feet off the ground thuskeeping the mouths of the great nets open while cables many fathoms inlength held the gears to their respective vesselsSo the North Sea Fishermen began the nights workthe _Nancy_ the_Coquette_ the _Rattler_ the _Truant_ the _Faith_ the _Playfellow_the _Cherub_ and all the rest of them Of course although the breezewas fresh they went along slowly because of the ponderous tails thatthey had to drawDo you ask reader why all this order why this despotic admiral andall this unity of action why not every man for himself Let me replyby asking you to think for a momentWind blowing in one direction perhaps you are aware does notnecessarily imply vessels sailing in the same direction With variationof courses possible nearly two hundred tails out astern and no unityof action there would arise the certainty of varied and strikingincident The _Nancy_ would go crashing into the bows of the_Coquette_ the bowsprit of the _Rallier_ would stir up the cabin of the_Truant_ the tail of the _Faith_ would get entangled with that of the_Cherub_ and both might hook on to the tail of the _Playfellow_ inshort the awful result would be wreck and wretchedness on the NorthSea howling despair in the markets of Columbia and Billingsgate and nofish for breakfast in the great metropolis There is reason for mostthingsspecially good reason for the laws that regulate the fisheriesof the North Sea the fleets of which are over twelve in number and thefloating population over twelve thousand men and boysFor several hours this shoal of vessels with full sails and twinklinglights like a moving city on the deep continued to tug and plungealong over the banks of the German ocean to the satisfaction of thefishermen and the surprise no doubt of the fish About midnight theadmiral again signalled by rocket and flares Haul up andimmediately with capstan bar and steam the obedient crews began tocoil in their tailsIt is not our intention to trouble the reader with a minute account ofthis process or the grand result but turning to a particular smack wesolicit attention to that She is much like the others in size and rigHer name is the _Lively Poll_ Stephen Lockley is her skipper as finea young fisherman as one could wish to seetall handsome freehearty and powerful But indeed all deepsea fishermen possess thelast quality They would be useless if not physically strong Many aSamson and Hercules is to be found in the North Sea fleets No betternursery or trainingschool in time of war they say That may be truebut it is pleasanter to think of them as a trainingschool for times ofpeaceThe night was very dark Black clouds overspread the sky so that nolight save the dim rays of a lantern cheered the men as

Produced by Irma Spehar and the Online DistributedProofreading Team at httpwwwpgdpnet This file wasproduced from images generously made available by TheInternet ArchiveAmerican Libraries UNCLE TOBYS SERIES NAUGHTY PUPPIES THE NAUGHTY PUPPIES _Tiny and his Parents_ There were two little puppy dogs Tiny named and Toodles Who got into all kinds of scrapes Like little foolish noodles Tiny was a brownish dog And Toodles was a white one And Tiny had a cunning eye And Toodles had a bright one Tiny played all kinds of tricks For which his parents chid him And Toodles didpoor foolish pup Whatever Tiny bid himIllustration _Tiny Toodles and the Turkey_ Come Toodles Tiny said one day Its bright and pleasant weather Well go and fight the turkeycock And off they went together But all their courage oozed away When the turkeycock said Gobble They both turned tail and scampered off As fast as they could toddle But turkey caught them up at last And read them both a lecture And how he served them with his beak I leave you to conjecture So home they went with drooping tails And pace so lame and jerky And said Next time well tease the hens And leave alone the turkeyIllustration _New Mischief done by the Puppies_ The visits to the poultryyard Of Tiny and of Toodles Soon brought on their papa a call Of Master Cockadoodles He said My hens cant lay an egg Though once I had a case full Because your puppies frighten them Its wicked its disgraceful But let them venture once again My hens to chase and worry And Ill receive them in a way Shall make them sad and sorry Toodles heard this and crept away And in the straw lay quiet But Tiny yelled till the cock marched off Disgusted with the riot _Tiny and Toodles behave worse than ever_ From bad to worse went these naughty pups Its almost past believing But yet I assure you tis a fact That now they took to thieving They soon fell into bad company And certain unprincipled poodles And idle mongrels and bobtailed curs Were the consorts of Tiny and Toodles They let these bad dogs into the house Where a pot of milk was standing In quest of which they scampered upstairs As far as the firstfloor landing But Betty the cook was scrubbing the stairs With a mop and a pail of water And Tiny ran off with his head in the pot While the rest yelled out for quarterIllustration_How Tiny hunted the Cat and what he got by it_ Now little Miss Jane had a Persian cat Whose fur was soft and silky Whose tail was long and whose eyes were blue And whose color was white and milky This was a quiet goodnatured cat And Master Tiny knew it He said Ill frighten her out of her wits Just watch me ToodlesIll do it So he ran at Puss with a yelp and a snap As fast as he was able Across the paddock and through the yard And over the fence by the stable But Puss turned suddenly scratched his nose And set him yelling and weeping And Tiny owned with a rueful face That he wished hed left her sleepingIllustration _What happened to Tiny and Toodles_ Punishment follows folks who play tricks Although they hope to keep clear of it The puppies bad conduct was told papa Who was mightily grieved to hear of it

Produced by Jacqueline Jeremy Janet Blenkinship and theOnline Distributed Proofreading Team at httpwwwpgdpnetThis file was produced from images generously madeavailable by The Internet ArchiveAmerican LibrariesIllustrationTHE STORY OF THE THREE GOBLINSBYMABEL G TAGGARTLONDON GRANT RICHARDS 1903THE STORY OF THE THREE GOBLINSOnce upon a time there were three little goblinsTheir names were RedCap BlueCap and YellowCap and they lived in amountainThe goblins had a great frienda green frog whose name was RowleyRowley came every year to see the little goblins and told them storiesabout the Big World where he livedThe goblins had never seen the Big World and often asked their fatherto let them go with Rowley but he always said Not yet my sonsIllustrationIllustrationThe name of the goblins father was Old BlackCapHe was King of the MountainAt last one day Old BlackCap called the three goblins and said tothem I am going to send you into the Big World to look for somethingwhich the fairies stole from me a long time ago A Red Feather whichalways belongs to the King of the Mountain Go my sons and the one whofinds it shall be king of this mountain after meIllustrationIllustrationRedCap BlueCap and YellowCap said goodbye to their father andclimbed out into the Big World through a rabbit hole When they had gonea little way they saw something lying on the ground Something large andwhite and roundWhat is that they all cried togetherRedCap who was the eldest got inside it to see what it was made ofOh oh cried BlueCap and YellowCap It is moving Stop Stop Butthe white thing rolled away down the mountain with poor little RedCapinside it faster and faster it went and BlueCap and YellowCap wereleft quite behindNow little RedCap was a brave goblin but he was rather frightened whenthe White Thing began to roll so fast He wondered if it would everstop whenBump Splashhe found he was in the water and somethingbig with a smooth coat was close beside him It was a kind waterrat whohad seen the poor little goblin roll into the waterI can swim said Mr Rat I will hold you by the collar and take youto dry land againIllustrationIllustrationRedCap thanked the kind waterrat very much and they sat down on thebank of the stream to rest RedCap told the rat all about his fatherand brothers and the Red Feather and soon BlueCap and YellowCap camerunning up quite out of breath but very glad to find their brotherquite safe and not even scratchedThey all soon said goodbye to the rat who wished them good luckshowed them the road and told them to look in a treewhich he pointedoutwhere he said they would find something which would help them verymuchIllustrationIllustrationThe goblins raced to the tree YellowCap won the race and climbed upquickly while the others ran all round looking to see what they couldfindThey found nothing and YellowCap was just coming down again when hespied a birdsnest with three dear little blue eggs in it He crawledalong the branch to look at the eggs and saw something white under thenest YellowCap pulled it gently and out came an envelope Full of joyhe slipped down to his brothersThey opened the envelope and found a sheet of paper on which was writtenin gold letters You who seek the Feather Red First the Serpents blood must shed In the cave where fairies dwell The Feather lies so search it wellHurrah cried RedCap Let us make haste and find the caveSoon they came to a big dark forest and after they had gone a littleway they saw a fence and a large board on which was written in redletters TOM TIDDLERS GROUND TRESPASSERS WILL BE PROSECUTEDThe goblins looked over the fence and saw that the ground was coveredwith gold and silverOh they cried let us fill our pockets What fun and they began toclimb over the fenceIllustrationIllustrationThey all got safely down on the other side and seeing no one about theybegan to fill their pockets with the shining money singing We are onTom Tiddlers ground picking up gold and silverSuddenly they heard a big rough voice say Yes you are on TomTiddlers ground and Tom Tiddler will lock you all up you littlethievesThe goblins dropped their handfuls of gold and silver and foundthemselves caught up by a great big giant who carried them off withgreat long strides to his houseTom Tiddler took them into a large kitchen where Mrs Tiddler was busymaking the teaWife said he put these goblins in the pantry and we will have themfried on toast for breakfastThe poor little brothers were locked up in the pantry and they sat downon the floor holding each others hands very tight and shaking with fearAt last they grew bolder and began to think how they could get awayThey tried to open the window and found to their joy that Tom Tiddlerhad forgotten to lock it They crept out very quietly and climbed downby the thick ivy which grew up the wallThe goblins ran as fast as they could only stopping to fill a sackwhich they had found with gold and silver They knew that Tom Tiddlerand his wife were at tea and would not think of coming out for sometimeIllustrationIllustrationThe brothers managed after a great deal of hard work to get the sackover the fence and as it was too heavy to drag with them they agreed tobury it in the forest and dig it up as they came backJust when they were ready a rabbit came up to them Hullo littlechaps said the rabbit where are you off toWe are on our way to the fairies cave they repliedYou have a long way to go yet said the rabbit the cave is on anisland in the sea but I am going that way and if you jump on my back Iwill give you a liftThe little brothers thanked the rabbit very much as they were feelingtired after their hard work As soon as they were safely seated therabbit started

Produced by Mark C Orton Emmy and the Online DistributedProofreading Team at httpwwwpgdpnet This file wasproduced from images generously made available by TheInternet ArchiveAmerican LibrariesSELFDENIALORALICE WOOD AND HER MISSIONARY SOCIETYIllustrationThe village schoolhouse was situated on a pretty green and surroundedby old elmtrees and at a short distance and in full sight was acandyshop kept by an old woman whom the children called MotherGrimes Mother Grimes knew how to make the very best candies and cakesthat ever were eaten and almost every day she displayed in hershopwindow some new kind of cake or some new variety of candy toexcite the curiosity or tempt the palates of her little customers whofound it a very difficult matter to pass Mother Grimess shop on theirway from schoolOne day just after the schoolbell rang to give notice of the recessa pretty little girl by the name of Alice Wood was seen very busilyrunning about among the schoolgirls and whispering to one and anotherHer object was to induce them to remain a little while after the schoolas she had something to propose to them Alice was a great favourite asshe was always willing to put herself to any inconvenience for the sakeof giving any one else pleasure So they all readily consented to stayif it were only to please herAfter school was out and the teacher had left Alice collected thegirls together and told them her plan Girls said she last night Iwent to the missionary meeting and some of you were there too We hearda missionary speak who has just come back from India and he told us ofthe millions of poor degraded and ignorant people there who have neverheard of God or the Bible and who worship idol gods of wood and stoneand sacrifice their children and themselves to these dumb idols and hetold us of millions in other countries who are just as ignorant anddegraded besides the multitudes in our own land who know nothing ofthe Bible or the way of salvation I knew all this before to be surefor I have often heard it but I never _felt_ it as I did last nightand when the missionary called upon us children and told us that wecould do something to save these immortal souls I felt for the firsttime in my life that it was my duty by denying myself somegratifications and by trying to save money in other ways to do all thatI could to send the word of God to those who are perishing Girlssaid she with earnestness I could hardly sleep last night for I wasall the time going over in my mind the different ways in which I mightearn or save something and I thought if all our school were to feel asI did and join me in this we might collect a great many dollars ayearHere some of the older girls began to whisper to each other that theyhad no money to spare and that their parents could not give them moneyevery day to send to the heathenNow stop a little while girls if you please said Alice till Ijust tell you what I want to have done In the first place I think itwill be so pleasant to form a sewing Society to meet on Saturdayafternoons and make bags and needlecases and collars and many otherthings to sell and I know my father will be delighted to have us put abox with these things in his store Then while we sew I propose thatone reads aloud from some interesting book or paper about missions andbenevolent societies and thus we shall all become interested in theintelligence and be more willing to work and save to help the needyAlice then with a great deal of tact proposed the names of those whoshould be President Secretary and Treasurer of their Societyselecting the very ones who had been opposed to her plan One large girlwas still dissatisfied and declared she would not join them till Alicemoved that she should be appointed reader This delighted her very muchas she read remarkably well and now all were pleased and Alice went onwith her planNow about our laying up money girls said she I believe ourparents are none of them very rich and yet we contrive to get a greatmany pennies in one way or another to spend for our own gratificationHow many pennies do you think go in a year from our school into MotherGrimess pocket Why enough to send a great many Bibles to thedestitute Perhaps enough to support a missionary or educate a heathenchild or give a library or two to a poor Sundayschool Just think ofit girls Now I for one spend certainly a penny a day for candy Howmany will that be in a year SusyThree hundred and sixtyfive answered little Susy BarnesYes three dollars and sixtyfive cents will buy a great many Biblesand good books said Alice and then my father gives me a penny a weekfor slate pencils Now I am going to ask him to continue the penny aweek and then I am going to see how long I can keep a pencil for Ihave been very careless in losing them And in these and other ways Ihope I can save quite a sum of money in a year Now girls will youall think between this time and tomorrow noon how much you can saveand then we will put it all down together and see how much we can hopeto collect in a yearThe girls readily promised and then as they had stayed a long timethey all set off in haste for their homes full of the new project ofthe Missionary SocietyPART IIThe next day as soon as school was out the little girls of their ownaccord crowded around Alice who stood with a pencil and piece of paperin her hand ready to put down their names and the sums they eachthought she could save Several of them thought they could save a pennya day instead of giving it to Mother Grimes some a penny a

Produced by Bruce Thomas Curtis Weyant and the OnlineDistributed Proofreading Team at httpwwwpgdpnet Thisfile was produced from images generously made availableby Case Western Reserve University Preservation DepartmentDigital Library A SHORT HISTORY OF PITTSBURGH 17581908 Illustration George Washington the first Pittsburgher A SHORT HISTORY OF PITTSBURGH 17581908 BY SAMUEL HARDEN CHURCH AUTHOR OF OLIVER CROMWELL A HISTORY PENRUDDOCK OF THE WHITE LAMBS JOHN MARMADUKE BEOWULF A POEM ETC PRINTED AT THE DE VINNE PRESS NEW YORK 1908 Copyright 1908 by SAMUEL HARDEN CHURCHCONTENTS PAGEHISTORICAL 13INDUSTRIAL 79INTELLECTUAL 89INDEX 127LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONSGeorge Washington the first Pittsburgher _Frontispiece_ PAGEWilliam Pitt Earl of Chatham 26Plan of Fort Pitt 31Henry Bouquet 32Block House of Fort Pitt Built in 1764 33Anthony Wayne 41Conestoga wagon 44Stagecoach 46Over the mountains in 1839 canal boat being hauled over the portage road 47View of Old Pittsburgh 1817 50Pittsburgh showing the junction of the Allegheny and Monongahela Rivers

Produced by David WidgerTHE ORIGINS OF CONTEMPORARY FRANCESIX VOLUMES COMPLETE TABLE OF CONTENTSby Hippolyte A TaineVolume One Ancient RegimeVolume Two French Revolution IVolume Three French Revolution IIVolume Four French Revolution IIIVolume Five Napoleon IVolume Six Modern RegimeTHE ANCIENT REGIMEINTRODUCTIONPREFACEPREFACE BY THE AUTHOR ON POLITICAL IGNORANCE AND WISDOMBOOK FIRST THE STRUCTURE OF THE ANCIENT SOCIETYCHAPTER I THE ORIGIN OF PRIVILEGESI Services and Recompenses of the ClergyII Services and Recompenses of the NoblesIII Services and Recompenses of the KingCHAPTER II THE PRIVILEGED CLASSESI Number of the Privileged ClassesII Their Possessions Capital and RevenueIII Their ImmunitiesIV Their Feudal RightsV They may be justified by local and general servicesCHAPTER III LOCAL SERVICES DUE BY THE PRIVILEGED CLASSESI Examples in Germany and EnglandmdashThese services are not rendered byII Resident SeigniorsIII Absentee SeigniorsCHAPTER IV PUBLIC SERVICES DUE BY THE PRIVILEGED CLASSESI England compared to FranceII The ClergyIII Influence of the NoblesIV Isolation of the ChiefsV The Kings Incompetence and GenerosityVI Latent Disorganization in FranceBOOK SECOND MORALS AND CHARACTERSCHAPTER I MORAL PRINCIPLES UNDER THE ANCIENT REGIMEThe Court and a life of pomp and paradeI VersaillesThe Physical aspect and the moral character of VersaillesII The Kings HouseholdIII The Kings AssociatesIV Everyday Life In CourtV Royal DistractionsVI Upper Class DistractionsVII Provincial NobilityCHAPTER II DRAWING ROOM LIFEI Perfect only in FranceII Social Life Has PriorityIII Universal Pleasure SeekingIV EnjoymentV HappinessVI GaietyVII Theater Parade And ExtravaganceCHAPTER III DISADVANTAGES OF THIS DRAWING ROOM LIFEI Its Barrenness and ArtificialityII Return To Nature And SentimentIII Personality DefectsBOOK THIRD THE SPIRIT AND THE DOCTRINECHAPTER I SCIENTIFIC ACQUISITIONI Scientific ProgressII Science Detached From TheologyIII The Transformation Of HistoryIV The New PsychologyV The Analytical MethodCHAPTER II THE CLASSIC SPIRIT THE SECOND ELEMENTI Through Colored GlassesII Its Original DeficiencyIII The Mathematical MethodCHAPTER III COMBINATION OF THE TWO ELEMENTSI Birth Of A Doctrine A RevelationII Ancestral Tradition And CultureIII Reason At War With IllusionIV Casting Out The Residue Of Truth And JusticeV The Dream Of A Return To NatureVI The Abolition Of Society RousseauVII The Lost ChildrenCHAPTER IV ORGANIZING THE FUTURE SOCIETYI Liberty Equality And Sovereignty Of The PeopleII Naive ConvictionsIII Our True Human NatureIV Birth Of Socialist Theory Its Two SidesV Social Contract SummaryBOOK FOURTH THE PROPAGATION OF THE DOCTRINECHAPTER ImdashSUCCESS OF THIS PHILOSOPHY IN FRANCEmdashFAILURE OF THE SAMEI The Propagating Organ EloquenceII Its MethodIII Its PopularityIV The MastersCHAPTER II THE FRENCH PUBLICI The NobilityII Conditions In FranceIII French IndolenceIV UnbeliefV Political OppositionVI WellMeaning GovernmentCHAPTER III THE MIDDLE CLASSI The PastII CHANGE IN THE CONDITION OF THE BOURGEOISIII Social PromotionIV Rousseaus Philosophy Spreads And Takes HOLDV Revolutionary PassionsVI SummaryBOOK FIFTH THE PEOPLECHAPTER I HARDSHIPSI PrivationsII The PeasantsIII The CountrysideIV The Peasant Becomes LandownerCHAPTER II TAXATION THE PRINCIPAL CAUSE OF MISERYI ExtortionII Local ConditionsIII The Common LaborerIV Collections And SeizuresmdashObserve the system actually at work ItV Indirect TaxesVI Burdens And ExemptionsVII Municipal TaxationVIII Complaints In The RegistersCHAPTER III INTELLECTUAL STATE OF THE PEOPLEI Intellectual incapacityII Political incapacityIII Destructive impulsesIV Insurrectionary leaders and recruitsCHAPTER IV THE ARMED FORCESI Military force declinesII The social organization is dissolvedIII Direction of the currentCHAPTER V SUMMARYI Suicide of the Ancient RegimeII Aspirations for the Great RevolutionEND OF VOLUMETHE FRENCH REVOLUTION VOLUME 1PREFACEBOOK FIRST SPONTANEOUS ANARCHYCHAPTER I THE BEGINNINGS OF ANARCHYI Dearth the first causeII Expectations the second causeIII The provinces during the first six months of 1789IV Intervention of ruffians and vagabondsV Effect on the Population of the New IdeasVI The first jacquerie in ProvinceCHAPTER II PARIS UP TO THE 14TH OF JULYI Mob recruits in the vicinityII The PressIII The Réveillon affairIV The PalaisRoyalV Popular mobs become a political forceVI July 13th and 14th 1789VII Murders of Foulon and BerthierVIII Paris in the hands of the peopleCHAPTER IIII Anarchy from July 14th to October 6th 1789II The provincesIII Public feeling FamineIV PanicV Attacks on public individuals and public propertyVI Taxes are no longer paidVII Attack upon private individuals and private propertyCHAPTER IV PARISI ParisII The distress of the peopleIII The new popular leadersIV Intervention by the popular leaders with the GovernmentV The 5th and 6th of OctoberVI The Government and the nation in the hands of the revolutionary partyBOOK SECOND THE CONSTITUENT ASSEMBLY AND THE RESULT OF ITS LABORSCHAPTER I CONDITIONS REQUIRED FOR THE FRAMING OF GOOD LAWSI These conditions absent in the AssemblyII Inadequacy of its informationIII The Power Of Simple General IdeasIV Refusal to supply the ministryCHAPTER II DESTRUCTIONI Two principal vices of the ancient régimeII Nature of societies and the principle of enduring constitutionsIII The estates of a societyIV Abuse and lukewarmness in 1789 in the ecclesiastical bodiesCHAPTER III THE CONSTRUCTIONS THE CONSTITUTION OF 1791I Powers of the Central GovernmentII The Creation Of Popular DemocracyIII Municipal KingdomsIV On Universal SuffrageV The Ruling MinorityVI Summary of the work of the Constituent AssemblyBOOK THIRD THE APPLICATION OF THE CONSTITUTIONCHAPTER II The FederationsII Independence of the municipalitiesIII Independent AssembliesCHAPTER II SOVEREIGNTY OF UNRESTRAINED PASSIONSI Old Religious GrudgesII Passion SupremeIII Egotism of the taxpayerIV Cupidity of tenantsCHAPTER III DEVELOPMENT OF THE RULING PASSIONI Attitude of the nobles Their moderate resistanceII Workings of the popular imagination with respect to themIII Domiciliary visitsIV The nobles obliged to leave the rural districtsV Persecutions in private lifeVI Conduct of officersVI Conduct of the officersVII Emigration and its causesVIII Attitude of the nonjuring priestsIX General state of opinionTHE FRENCH REVOLUTION VOLUME 2PREFACEBOOK FIRST THE JACOBINSCHAPTER I THE ESTABLISHMENT OF THE NEW POLITICAL ORGANI Principle of the revolutionary partyII The JacobinsIII Psychology of the JacobinIV What the theory promisesCHAPTER II THE JACOBINSI Formation of the partyII Spontaneous associations after July 14 1789III How they view the liberty of the pressIV Their rallyingpointsV Small

Produced by Nick Hodson of London EnglandAdventures in Africa by WHG Kingston________________________________________________________________________In this book the hero fresh from school arrives from England andjoins his uncle who is a trader with the people of central Africabringing the goods obtained down to the south On this occasion theyhave been attacked soon after they set out by natives led by Boers Inorder to complete their journey to central Africa they decide to returnwith the few animals left to them horses and an ox over the KalahariDesert Unfortunately they encamp one night in a place infested withthe tsetse flies which kills the horses Shortage of water and attacksby various wild beasts such as elephants and a hippopotamus are some ofthe adventures describedAdventures they have in plenty almost too many for one of their numberis killed They also kill far too many animals as was the custom inVictorian timesIt is a short book that wont take long to listen to or to read________________________________________________________________________ADVENTURES IN AFRICA BY WHG KINGSTONCHAPTER ONEHow many more days Jan will it be before we get across thisabominable desert I asked of our black guide as we trudged along heleading our sole remaining ox while my uncle Mr Roger Farley and Iled our two horses laden with the remnants of our propertyMay be ten days may be two ten answered Jan Jigger whose knowledgeof numerals was somewhat limitedI gave a groan for I was footsore and weary and expected to have had amore satisfactory answer We were making our way over a lightcolouredsoft sand sprinkled in some places with tall grass rising in tuftswith bare spots between them In other parts were various creepingplants and alsothough I called the region a desertthere wereextensive patches of bushes above which here and there rose clumps oftrees of considerable height This large amount of vegetation howevermanaged to exist without streams or pools and for miles and milestogether we had met with no water to quench our own thirst or that ofour weary beasts My uncle was engaged in the adventurous and notunprofitable occupation of trading with the natives in the interior ofAfrica He had come down south some months before to dispose of theproduce of his industry at Grahams Town where I had joined him havingbeen sent for from England After purchasing a fresh supply of goodsarms powder and shot and giving a thorough repair to his waggons hehad again set off northward for the neighbourhood of lake Ngami wherehe was to meet his partner Mr Welbourn who had with him his sonHarry with whom I had been at school and who was about my own age Wehad beyond the borders of the colony been attacked by a party ofsavages instigated by the Boers two or three of whom indeed led themThey had deprived us of our cattle and men we having escaped with asmall portion only of our goods two of our horses a single ox and ourone faithful Bechuana To get away from our enemies we had taken aroute unusually followed across the Kalahari desert We were aware ofthe dangers and difficulties to be encountered but the road was muchshorter than round either to the east or west and though we knew thatwild animals abounded including elephants rhinoceroses lionsleopards and hyaenas yet we believed that we should be able to contendwith them and that we should not be impeded by human savages Dayafter day we trudged forward The only water we could obtain was bydigging into certain depressions in the ground which our guide pointedout when having scraped out the sand with the single spade wepossessed and our hands we arrived at a hard stratum beyond which headvised us not to go In a short time the water began to flow inslowly increasing by degrees until we had enough for ourselves and ourcattleWe had now however been travelling sixty miles or more withoutfinding one of these waterholes and though we had still a smallquantity of the precious liquid for ourselves our poor horses and oxhad begun to suffer greatly Still Jan urged us to go forwardWater come soon water come soon he continued saying keeping his eyeranging about in every direction in search of the expected holeTrusting to Jans assurances thirst compelled us to consume the lastdrop of our water Still hour after hour went by and we reached noplace at which we could replenish it Our sufferings became terribleMy throat felt as if seared by a hot iron Often I had talked of beingthirsty but I had never before known what thirst really was My uncleI had no doubt was suffering as much as I was but his endurance waswonderfulWe had seen numbers of elands sporting round us in every direction butas soon as we approached them off they boundedSurely those deer do not live without water it cannot be far away IobservedThey are able to pass days and weeks without tasting any said myuncle They can besides quickly cover thirty or forty miles of groundif they wish to reach it We must try to shoot one of them for supperwhich may give us both meat and drink See in the wood yonder we canleave our horses and the ox under Jans care and you and I will try tostalk one of the animalsOn reaching the wood my uncle and I with our guns in our hands took adirection which would lead us to leeward of the herd so that we mightnot be scented as we approachedBy creeping along under the shelter of some low bushes as we nearedthem the elands did not see us Hunger and thirst made us unusuallycautious and anxious to kill one My uncle told me to reserve my firein case he should fail to bring the eland down but as he was a muchbetter shot than I was I feared that should he miss I also shouldfail Presently

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Produced by Nick Hodson of London EnglandAbout Peggy Saville by Mrs George de Horne Vaizey________________________________________________________________________I have used part of the same introduction for this book as I did forone of the books about Pixie OShaughnessy not because the books areanything like the same but because the observations are equally validThis is another excellent book by Mrs de Horne Vaizey dating from theend of the nineteenth century While of course it is dated in itsreferences to the world around its actors yet nevertheless theiremotions are welldescribed and no doubt are timelessSome older children are being educated at a Vicarage near Brightonalong with the vicars own three Peggy Saville is a new girl havingpreviously lived in India where her parents still are She has greattalent in some directions but still has to add up by counting on herfingers She certainly gets up to some tricks thoughThere is a fire at a dance given by the titled family of one of thepupils from which Peggy rescues the daughter of the house Both girlsare injured Peggy the more severely but eventually they are both onthe way to recoveryIn some ways the world around the people in the book is recognisabletoday in a way which a book written thirty or forty years before wouldnot have been They have electricity telephones trains buses andmany other things that we still use regularly today Of course onemajor difference is that few people today have servants whilemiddleclass and upperclass families of the eighteen nineties wouldcertainly have had themSo it is not so very dated after all But I do think there is a realvalue in reading the book Oddly enough I think that a boy wouldbenefit from reading any of the authors books more than a girl wouldbecause it would give him an insight into the girlish mind which hecould not so easily otherwise obtain________________________________________________________________________ABOUT PEGGY SAVILLE BY MRS GEORGE DE HORNE VAIZEYCHAPTER ONEA NEW INMATEThe afternoon post had come in and the Vicar of Renton stood in the baywindow of his library reading his budget of letters He was a tallthin man with a closeshaven face which had no beauty of feature butwhich was wonderfully attractive all the same It was not an old facebut it was deeply lined and those who knew and loved him best couldtell the meaning of each of those eloquent tracings The deep verticalmark running up the forehead meant sorrow It had been stamped therefor ever on the night when Hubert his firstborn had been broughtback cold and lifeless from the river to which he had hurried forthbut an hour before a picture of happy boyhood The vicars brow hadbeen smooth enough before that day The furrow was graven to the memoryof Teddy the goldenhaired lad who had first taught him the joys offatherhood The network of lines about the eyes were caused by thehundred and one little worries of everyday life and the strain ofworking a delicate body to its fullest pitch and the two long deepstreaks down the cheeks bore testimony to that happy sense of humourwhich showed the bright side of a question and helped him out of many aslough of despair This afternoon as he stood reading his letters oneby one the different lines deepened or smoothed out according to thenature of the missive Now he smiled now he sighed anon he crumpledup his face in puzzled thought until the last letter of all wasreached when he did all three in succession ending up with a lowwhistle of surpriseEdith This is from Mrs Saville Just look at thisInstantly there came a sound of hurried rising from the other end of theroom a workbasket swayed to and fro on a rickety gipsytable and thevicars wife walked towards him rolling half a dozen reels of thread inher wake with an air of fine indifferenceMrs Saville she exclaimed eagerly How is my boy and withoutwaiting for an answer she seized the letter and began to devour itscontents while her husband went stooping about over the floor pickingup the contents of the scattered basket and putting them carefully backin their places He smiled to himself as he did so and kept turningamused tender glances at his wife as she stood in the uncarpeted spacein the window with the sunshine pouring in on her eager face MrsAsplin had been married for twenty years and was the mother of threebig children but such was the buoyancy of her Irish nature and theirrepressible cheeriness of her heart that she was in good truth theyoungest person in the house so that her own daughters were sometimesquite shocked at her levity of behaviour and treated her with gentlemotherly restraint She was tall and thin like her husband and he atleast considered her every whit as beautiful as she had been a score ofyears before Her hair was dark and curly she had deepset grey eyesand a pretty fresh complexion When she was well and rushing about inher usual breathless fashion she looked like the sister of her own tallgirls and when she was ill and the dark lines showed under her eyesshe looked like a tired wearied girl but never for a moment as if shedeserved such a title as an old or elderly woman Now as she readher eyes glowed and she uttered ecstatic little exclamations of triumphfrom time to time for Arthur Saville the son of the lady who was thewriter of the letter had been the first pupil whom her husband hadtaken into his house to coach and as such had a special claim on heraffection For the first dozen years of their marriage all had gonesmoothly with Mr and Mrs Asplin and the vicar had had more work thanhe could manage in his busy city parish then alas lung trouble hadthreatened he had been obliged to take a years rest and to exchangehis living for a sleepy little parish where

Produced by Barbara Tozier Bill Tozier Mary Meehan andthe Online Distributed Proofreading Team athttpwwwpgdpnet THE HEART OF UNAGA BY RIDGWELL CULLUMAUTHOR OF _The Triumph of John Kars_ _The Law Breakers_ _The Wayof the Strong_ _etc_A L BURT COMPANYPublishers New YorkPublished by arrangement with G P Putnams SonsCOPYRIGHT 1920BY RIDGWELL CULLUMMade in the United States of AmericaThe Knickerbocker Press New YorkCONTENTSPART I IJULYMAN TELLS OF THE SLEEPER INDIANS IITHE PASSING OF A DREAM IIITHE GOING OF STEVE IVUNAGA VMARCEL BRAND VIANINA VIITHE HARVEST OF WINTER VIIIBIG CHIEF WANAKAHA IXTHE VISION OF THE SPIRE XTHE RUSH OUTFIT XISTEVE LISTENS XIIREINDEER XIIIADRESOL XIVMALLARDS XVTHE SET COURSEPART II IAFTER FOURTEEN YEARS IITHE SPRING OF LIFE IIIMANHOOD IVKEEKO VA DUEL VITHE KING OF THE FOREST VIISUMMER DAYS VIIITHE HEART OF THE WILDERNESS IXTHE CLOSE OF THE SEASON XTHE FAREWELL XITHROUGH THE EYES OF A WOMAN XIIKEEKO RETURNS HOME XIIITHE FAITH OF MEN XIVTHE VALLEY OF DREAMS XVTHE HEART OF UNAGA XVIKEEKO AND NICOL XVIITHE DEVOTION OF A GREAT WOMAN XVIIITHE VIGIL XIXTHE STOREHOUSE XXTHE HOMECOMING XXITHE GREAT REWARDThe Heart of UnagaPART ICHAPTER IJULYMAN TELLS OF THE SLEEPER INDIANSSteve Allenwood raked the fire together A shower of sparks flew up andcascaded in the still air of the summer night A moment later hissmiling eyes were peering through the thin veil of smoke at the twodusky figures beyond the fire They were Indian figures huddled down ontheir haunches with their moccasined feet in dangerous proximity to thelive cinders strewn upon the groundOh yes he said And you guess they sleep all the timeThe tone of his voice was incredulousSure boss one of the Indians returned quite unaffected by the toneThe other Indian remained silent He was in that happy condition betweensleep and waking which is the very essence of enjoyment to his kindInspector Allenwood picked up a live coal in his bare fingers Hedropped it into the bowl of his pipe Then after a deep inhalation ortwo he knocked it out againHibernateeh Thats how we call it he said presently Then heshook his head The smile had passed out of his eyes No Its a dandynotion Butits not true Theyd starve plumb to death You seeJulyman theyre human folksthe same as we areThe flat denial of his boss was quite without effect upon JulymanOolak beside him roused himself sufficiently to turn his head andblink enquiry at him He was a silent creature whose admiration forthose who could sustain prolonged talk was profoundAll same boss that so Julyman protested without emotion Him samelike all men Him just man squaw pappoose All same himsleepsleepsleep when snow comes Julyman sucked deeply at his pipeand spoke through a cloud of tobacco smoke Julyman not lie Oh noHim all true When Julyman young manvery younghim father tell him ofLand of Big Fire Him say all Indian man sleepingso He leant oversideways with his hands pressed together against his cheek toillustrate his meaning Him father say this Him say when snow come AllIndian sleep One weektwo week Then him wakeso He stretchedhimself giving a great display of a weary halfwaking condition Himsit up The food there by him an he eateat plenty much Then himdrink An bimeby him drink the spirit stuff again Bimeby too himroll up in blanket Then him sleep some more One weektwo week SoAn bimeby winter him all gone Oh him very wise man Him no work lakhell same lak white man No Him sleepsleep all him winter An whenhim wake it all sun an snow all gone All very much good Indian manhim go out Him hunt the caribou Him fish plenty good Him kill muchseal Make big trade Oh yes Plenty big trade So him come plenty oldman No him die young Only very old Him much wise manThe white man smiled tolerantly He shruggedGuess you got a nightmare Julyman he said Best turn overSteve had nothing to add He knew his scouts as he knew all otherIndians in the wide wilderness of the extreme Canadian north Thesecreatures were submerged under a mental cloud of superstition andmystery He had no more reason to believe the story of hibernatingIndians than he had for believing the hundred and one stories of Indianfolklore he had listened to in his timeJulyman too considered the subject closed He had said all he had tosay So the spasm of talk was swallowed up by the silence of the summernightThe fire burned low and was replenished from the wood pile which stoodbetween the two teepees standing a few yards away in the shadow of thebush which lined the trail These men both white and coloured had thehabit of the trail deeply ingrained in them But then was it not theirlife practically the whole

Produced by David WidgerTHE LITTLE GRAY LADYBy F Hopkinson Smith1909IOnce in a while there come to me out of the long ago the fragments of astory I have not thought of for yearsone that has been hidden in thedim lumberroom of my brain where I store my bygone memoriesThese fragments thrust themselves out of the past as do the cuffs ofan oldfashioned coat the flutings of a flounce or the lacings of abodice from out a quickly opened bureau drawer Only when you followthe cuff along the sleeve to the broad shoulder smooth out the crushedfrill that swayed about her form and trace the silken thread to thewaist it tightened can you determine the fashion of the day in whichthey were wornAnd with the rummaging of this lumberroom come the odors dry smellsfrom musty old trunks packed with bundles of faded letters and worthlessdeeds tied with red tape musty smells from dustcovered chests ironbound holding mouldy books their backs loose pungent smellsfrom cracked wardrobes stuffed with motheaten huntingcoatsridingtrousers and high boots with rusty spurscrosscountry riderstheseroisterers and gamestersa sorry lot no doubtOr perhaps it is an old bowlegged highboyits clubfeet slippered oneasy rollersthe kind with deep drawers kept awake by rattling brasshandles its outside veneer so highly polished that you are quite sureit must have been brought up in some distinguished family The scent ofold lavender and spiced rose leaves and a stick or two of white orrisroot haunt this relic my ladys laces must be kept fresh and so mustmy ladys long white mittsthey reach from her dainty knuckles quiteto her elbow And so must her cobwebbed silk stockings and the filmykerchief she folds across her bosomIt is this kind of a drawer that I am opening nowone belonging to theLittle Gray LadyAs I look through its contents my eyes resting on the finger of a glovethe end of a lace scarf and the handle of an old fan my mind goes backto the last time she wore them Then I begin turning everything upsidedown lifting the corner of this incident prying under that no bit oftalk recalling what he said and who told of it I shall have the wholedrawer empty before I get through and whose fault it was that thematch was broken off and why she of all women in the world shouldhave remained single all those years Why too she should have lost heridentity so to speak and become the Little Gray LadyAnd yet no sobriquet could better express her personality She waslittlea dainty elflike littleness with tiny feet and wee handsshe was graya soft silver graytoo gray for her forty years andthis fragment begins when she was forty and she was a lady in everybeat of her warm heart in every pressure of her white hand in hervoice speechin all her thoughts and movementsShe lived in the quaintest of old houses fronted by a brick pathbordered with fragrant box which led up to an oldfashioned porchits door brightened by a brass knocker This together with theknobs steps and slits of windows on each side of the door was keptscrupulously clean by old Margaret who had lived with her for yearsBut it is her personality and not her surroundings that lingers in mymemory No one ever heard anything sweeter than her voice in and nobodyever looked into a lovelier face even if there were little hollows inthe cheeks and shy fanlike wrinkles lurking about the corners of herlambent brown eyes Nor did her gray hair mar her beauty It was notold dry and withereda wispy gray That is not the way it happenedIt was a new allofasudden gray and in less than a weeksoMargaret once told mebleaching its brown gold to silver But thegloss remained and so did the richness of the folds and the wealth andweight of itInside the greenpainted door with its white trim and brass knocker andknobs there was a narrow hall hung with old portraits opening into aroom literally all fireplace Here there were gouty sofas and five orsix big easychairs ranged in a halfcircle with arms held out asif begging somebody to sit in them and here too was an embroideredworsted fire screen that slid up and down a standard to shield onesface from the blazing logs and there were queer tables and oldgoldcurtains looped back with brass rosettesears reallybehind whichthe tresses of the parted curtains were tucked and there were more oldportraits in dingy frames and samplers under glass and a rug whichsome aunt had made with her own hands from odds and ends and a hugeworkbasket spilling worsteds and last and by no manner of meansleast a big chintzcovered rockingchair the little ladys veryownits thin ankles and splay feet hidden by a modest frill There wereall these things and a lot moreand yet I still maintain that theroom was just one big fireplace Not alone because of its size and itcertainly was big many a doubting curly head losing its faith in SantaClaus has crawled behind the old firedogs the childs fingers tightabout the Little Gray Ladys and been told to look up into the bluealesson never forgotten all their lives but because of the wonderfuland nevertobetoldof things which constantly took place before itsblazing embersFor this fireplace was the Little Gray Ladys altar Here she dispensedwisdom and cheer and love Everybody in Pomford village had sat in oneor the other of the chairs grouped about it and had poured out theirhearts to her All sorts of pourings love affairs for instance thatwere hopeless until she would take the girls hand in her own and smoothout the tangle tosay nothing of bickerings behind closed doors withtwo lives pulling apart until her dear arms brought them togetherBut all this is only the outside of the old mahogany highboy with itsmeerschaumpipe polish spraddling legs and rattling handlesNow for the Little Gray Ladys own particular drawerIIIt was Christmas Eve and Kate Dayton one of Pomfords pretty girlshad found the Little Gray Lady sitting alone before the fire gazing intothe ashes her small frame

Produced by David WidgerA LIST TO STARBOARDBy F Hopkinson Smith1909IA short square chunk of a man walked into a shipping office on the EastSide and inquired for the Manager of the Line He had kindly blue eyesa stub nose and a mouth that shut to like a rattrap and stayedshut Under his chin hung a pair of halfmoon whiskers which framed hisweatherbeaten face as a spike collar frames a dogsYou dont want to send this vessel to sea again blurted out thechunk She ought to go to the drydock Her boats havent had abrushful of paint for a year her boilers are caked clear to hertop flues and her pumps wont take care of her bilge water Chartersomething else and lay her upThe Manager turned in his revolving chair and faced him He was theopposite of the Captain in weight length and thicknessa slimwellgroomed puffycheeked man of sixty with a pair of uncertain badlyaimed eyes and a voice like the purr of a catOh my dear Captain you surely dont mean what you say She isperfectly seaworthy and sound Just look at her inspection and hepassed him the certificateNoI dont want to see it I know em by heart its a lie whateverit says Give an inspector twenty dollars and hes stone blindThe Manager laughed softly He had handled too many rebellious captainsin his time they all had a protest of some kindit was either thecrew or the grub or the coal or the way she was stowed Then he addedsoftly more as a joke than anything elseNot afraid are you CaptainA crack started from the lefthand corner of the Captains mouthcrossed a fissure in his face stopped within half an inch of his stubnose and died out in a smile of derisionWhat Im afraid of is neither here nor there Theres cattleaboardthat is there will be by tomorrow night and theres a lot ofpassengers booked some of em women and children It isnt honest toship em and you know it As to her boilers send for the Chief EngineerHell tell you You call it taking risks I call it murderAnd so I understand you refuse to obey the orders of the Boardandyet shes got to sail on the 16th if she sinks outsideWhen I refuse to obey the orders of the Board Ill tell the Board notyou And when I do tell em Ill tell em something else and that isthat this chartering of wornout tramps painting em up and putting eminto the Line has got to stop or therell be troubleBut this will be her last trip Captain Then well overhaul herIve heard that lie for a year Shell run as long as they can insureher and her cargo As for the women and children I suppose they dontcount and he turned on his heel and left the officeOn the way out he met the Chief EngineerDo the best you can Mike he said orders are we sail on the 16th

Produced by Bryan Ness Annie McGuire and the OnlineDistributed Proofreading Team at httpwwwpgdpnetA GIRL OF THE KLONDIKEByVICTORIA CROSS_Quid non mortalia pectora cogisAuri sacra fames_NEW YORKTHE MACAULAY COMPANY_A Girl of the Klondike is now issuedin America for the first timeby arrangement with the author_CONTENTS PAGE CHAPTER I A NIGHT IN TOWN 9 CHAPTER II AT THE WEST GULCH 49 CHAPTER III KATRINES NEIGHBOURS 99 CHAPTER IV GODS GIFT 167 CHAPTER V GOLDPLATED 211 CHAPTER VI MAMMONS PAY 265 LENVOI 314CHAPTER IA NIGHT IN TOWNNight had fallen over Alaskablack uncompromising night a veil ofimpenetrable darkness had dropped upon the snow wastes and theicefields and the fettered Yukon sleeping under its icechains andupon the cruel passes where the trails had been made by tracks of bloodDay by day as long as the light of dayGods glorious gift to manhadlasted these trails across the passes between the snowy peaks thepeaks themselves had been the theatre of hideous scenes of humancruelty of human lust and greed of human egoism Day by day a slowterrible stream of humanity had wound like a dark and sluggish riverthrough these passes bringing with it sweat and toil and agony tortureand suffering and death As long as the brilliant sun in the placidazure of the summer heavens above had guided them bands of men hadlaboured and fought and struggled over these passes deaf to all pity ormercy or justice deaf to all but the clamour of greed within them thatwas driving them on trampling down the weak and the old crushing thefallen each man clutching and grasping his own hoarding his strengthand even refusing a hand to his neighbour starving the patient beastsof burden they had brought with them friends who were willing to sharetheir toil without sharing their reward driving on the poor staggeringstrengthless brutes with open knives and clubbing them to death whenthey fell beneath their loads with piteous eyes or leaving them tofreeze slowly where they lay pressing forward hurrying fightingslaughtering so the men went into the gold camps all the summer andthe passes were the silent witnesses of the horror of it all and of theinnocent blood shed Then Nature herself intervened and winter camedown like a black curtain on the world and the passes closed up behindthe men and were filled with drifts of snow that covered the bones andthe blood and the deep miry slides marked with slipping tracks wherestruggling gasping lives had gone out and the river closed up behindthe men and the ice thickened there daily and the men were in the campsand there was no way outAnd now in the darkness of the winter night in the coldness in whichno man could live there was peace There was no sound for the snow onthe tall pines never melted and never fell the water in the creeks wassolid as the rocks and made no murmur there was no footfall of bird norbeast no leaf to rustle no twig to fallBut beyond the silent peaks and the desolate passes beyond the rigidpines low down in the darkness there was a reddish glow in the air astrange yellowish quivering mist of light that hovered and movedrestlessly and yet kept its place where it hung suspended between whiteearth and black sky All around was majestic peace and calm andstillness nature wrapped in silence but the flickering wavering mistof light jumped feverishly in the darkness and spoke of man It was thecloud of restless light that hung over the city of DawsonWithin the front parlour of the Pistol Shot the favourite and mostsuccessful besides being the most appropriately named saloon in Dawsonthe cold had been pretty well fought down a huge stove stood at eachend of the room crammed as full as it would hold with fuel all windowswere tightly closed and lamps flared merrily against the whitewashedwallsAt this hour the room was full and the single door facing the barwas pushed open every half minute to admit one or two or more figures tojoin the steaming drinking noisy crowd within It was snowing outsideAs the door swung open one could see the white sheet of falling flakesin the darkness the air was full of snowthat cruel light dry snowfine and sharp like powdered ice borne down on a North wind Thefigures that entered brought it in with them the light frosty powderresting on their furs and lying deep in the upturned rims of their sealcapsThere had been a successful strike made that afternoon and the men wereall excited and eager about it Every one pressed to the Pistol Shotto hear the latest details to discuss and gossip over it There was asmuch talk as digging done in Dawson Men who had no chance and no meansto win success who owned no claims and never saw gold except in anothermans hands loved to talk work and talk claims and talk gold with therest It was exhilarating and exciting and there was only that onetopic in the world for them They were like invalids in a smallcommunity afflicted by a common disease who never meet withoutdiscussing their symptoms

Produced by David Garcia Emmy and the Online DistributedProofreading Team at httpwwwpgdpnet This file wasproduced from images generously made available by TheKentuckiana Digital LibraryIllustration WORK AND WINOLIVER OPTICIllustrationIllustrationIllustration Signature William T AdamsWORK AND WINORNODDY NEWMAN ON A CRUISEA Story for Young PeopleBYOLIVER OPTIC AUTHOR OF BOAT CLUB ALL ABOARD NOW OR NEVER ETC ETC NEW YORK HURST COMPANY PUBLISHERS To MY YOUNG FRIEND Edward C Bellows THIS BOOK IS AFFECTIONATELY DEDICATEDPREFACEIn the preparation of this volume the author has had in his mind theintention to delineate the progress of a boy whose education had beenneglected and whose moral attributes were of the lowest order fromvice and indifference to the development of a high moral and religiousprinciple in the heart which is the rule and guide of a pure and truelifeThe incidents which make up the story are introduced to illustrate themoral status of the youth at the beginning and to develop theinfluences from which proceeded a gentle and Christian characterMollie the captains daughter whose simple purity of life whosefilial devotion to an erring parent and whose trusting faith in thehour of adversity won the love and respect of Noddy was not the leastof these influences If the writer has not moralized it was becausethe true life seen with the living eye is better than any precepthowever skilfully it may be dressed by the rhetorical genius of themoralistOnce more the author takes pleasure in acknowledging the kindness of hisyoung friends who have so favorably received his former works and hehopes that WORK AND WIN the fourth of the Woodville Stories willhave as pleasant a welcome as its predecessors WILLIAM T ADAMS HARRISON SQUARE MASS November 10 1865CONTENTS CHAPTER PAGE I The MischiefMakers 9 II The Circus at Whitestone 21 III A Moral Question 33 IV Noddys Confession 45 V Squire Wriggs at Woodville 57 VI Noddys Engagement 70 VII The RingMaster 81 VIII Goodby to Woodville 93 IX An Attempt to Work and Win 105 X Poor Mollie 117 XI The Schooner Roebuck 129 XII The Drunken Captain 141 XIII The Shark 154 XIV The Yellow Fever 167 XV The Demon of the Cup 180 XVI Night and Storm 193 XVII After the Storm 206 XVIII The Beautiful Island 217 XIX The Visitors 228 XX Homeward Bound

Produced by Geetu Melwani and the Online DistributedProofreading Team at httpwwwpgdpnet This file wasproduced from images generously made available by TheInternet ArchiveAmerican LibrariesCAPTAIN BOLDHEARTBYCHARLES DICKENSILLUSTRATED BYBEATRICE PEARSEIllustration Invited them to BreakfastCAPTAIN BOLDHEART THE LATINGRAMMARMASTERA HOLIDAY ROMANCE FROMTHE PEN OF LIEUTCOLROBIN REDFORTHAGED 9BYCHARLES DICKENSLONDON CONSTABLE AND CO LTDFOREWORDThe story contained herein was written by Charles Dickens in 1867 It isthe third of four stories entitled Holiday Romance and was publishedoriginally in a childrens magazine in America It purports to bewritten by a child aged nine It was republished in England in All theYear Round in 1868 For this and four other Christmas pieces Dickensreceived 1000Holiday Romance was published in book form by Messrs Chapman Hall in1874 with Edwin Drood and other storiesFor this reprint the text of the story as it appeared in All the YearRound has been followedCAPTAIN BOLDHEART AND THE LATINGRAMMAR MASTERThe subject of our present narrative would appear to have devotedhimself to the Pirate profession at a comparatively early age We findhim in command of a splendid schooner of one hundred guns loaded to themuzzle ere yet he had had a party in honour of his tenth birthdayIt seems that our hero considering himself spited by aLatinGrammarMaster demanded the satisfaction due from one man ofhonour to another Not getting it he privately withdrew his haughtyspirit from such low company bought a secondhand pocketpistol foldedup some sandwiches in a paper bag made a bottle of Spanishliquoricewater and entered on a career of valourIt were tedious to follow Boldheart for such was his name through thecommencing stages of his history Suffice it that we find him bearingthe rank of Captain Boldheart reclining in full uniform on a crimsonhearthrug spread out upon the quarterdeck of his schooner the Beautyin the China Seas It was a lovely evening and as his crew lay groupedabout him he favoured them with the following melody O landsmen are folly O Pirates are jolly O Diddleum Dolly Di _Chorus_ Heave yoThe soothing effect of these animated sounds floating over the watersas the common sailors united their rough voices to take up the richtones of Boldheart may be more easily conceived than describedIt was under these circumstances that the lookout at the masthead gavethe word WhalesAll was now activityWhere away cried Captain Boldheart starting upOn the larboard bow sir replied the fellow at the masthead touchinghis hat For such was the height of discipline on board of the Beautythat even at that height he was obliged to mind it or be shot throughthe headIllustration His crew lay grouped around himThis adventure belongs to me said Boldheart Boy my harpoon Letno man follow and leaping alone into his boat the captain rowed withadmirable dexterity in the direction of the monsterAll was now excitementHe nears him said an elderly seaman following the captain throughhis spyglassHe strikes him said another seaman a mere stripling but also with aspyglassHe tows him towards us said another seaman a man in the full vigourof life but also with a spyglassIn fact the captain was seen approaching with the huge bulk followingWe will not dwell on the deafening cries of Boldheart Boldheart withwhich he was received when carelessly leaping on the quarterdeck hepresented his prize to his men They afterwards made two thousand fourhundred and seventeen pound ten and sixpence by itOrdering the sails to be braced up the captain now stood WNW TheBeauty flew rather than floated over the dark blue waters Nothingparticular occurred for a fortnight except taking with considerableslaughter four Spanish galleons and a Snow from South America allrichly laden Inaction began to tell upon the spirits of the menCaptain Boldheart called all hands aft and saidMy lads I hear there are discontented ones among ye Let any suchstand forthAfter some murmuring in which the expressions Aye aye sir UnionJack Avast Starboard Port Bowsprit and similar indicationsof a mutinous undercurrent though subdued were audible Bill Boozeycaptain of the foretop came out from the rest His form was that of agiant but he quailed under the captains eyeWhat are your wrongs said the captainWhy dye see Captain Boldheart replied the towering mariner Ivesailed man and boy for many a year but I never yet knowd the milkserved out for the ships companys teas to be so sour as tis aboardthis craftIllustration THE RESCUE OF WILLIAM BOOZEYAt this moment the thrilling cry Man overboard announced to theastonished crew that Boozey in stepping back as the captain in merethoughtfulness laid his hand upon the faithful pocketpistol which hewore in his belt had lost his balance and was struggling with thefoaming tideAll was now stupefactionBut with Captain Boldheart to throw off his uniform coat regardless ofthe various rich orders with which it was decorated and to plunge intothe sea after the drowning giant was the work of a moment Maddeningwas the excitement when boats were lowered intense the joy when thecaptain was seen holding up the drowning man with his teeth deafeningthe cheering when both were restored to the main deck of the Beauty Andfrom the instant of his changing his wet clothes for dry ones CaptainBoldheart had no such devoted though humble friend as William BoozeyBoldheart now pointed to the horizon and called the attention of hiscrew to the taper spars of a ship lying snug in harbour under the gunsof a fortShe shall be ours at sunrise said he Serve out a double allowanceof grog and prepare for actionAll was now preparationWhen morning dawned after a sleepless night it was seen that thestranger was crowding on all sail to come out of the harbour and offerbattle As the two ships came nearer to each other the stranger fired agun and hoisted Roman colours Boldheart then perceived her to be theLatinGrammarMasters bark Such indeed she was and had been tackingabout the world

Produced by Roger Frank and the Online DistributedProofreading Team at httpwwwpgdpnet CRUEL AS THE GRAVE A NOVEL BY MRS EMMA D E N SOUTHWORTH AUTHOR OF SELFMADE ISHMAEL SELFRAISED FAIR PLAY VIVIA MISSING BRIDE A BEAUTIFUL FIEND CHANGED BRIDES RETRIBUTION HOW HE WON HER A NOBLE LORD BRIDES FATE FALLEN PRIDE LADY OF THE ISLE THE MAIDEN WIDOW ALLWORTH ABBEY GYPSYS PROPHECY LOST HEIRESS WIDOWS SON INDIA THREE BEAUTIES BRIDE OF LLEWELLYN BRIDAL EVE DISCARDED DAUGHTER FATAL SECRET TWO SISTERS CURSE OF CLIFTON TRIED FOR HER LIFE PHANTOM WEDDING LOVES LABOR WON FORTUNE SEEKER FATAL MARRIAGE MOTHERINLAW CHRISTMAS GUEST FAMILY DOOM WIFES VICTORY He to whom I gave my heart with all its wealth of love Forsakes me for anotherMEDEA And we saw Medea burning At her naturesplanted stakeBROWNING NEW YORK THE F M LUPTON PUBLISHING COMPANY Nos 7276 Walker Street Copyright 1888 By T B PETERSON BROTHERS Cruel as the Grave CONTENTS Chapter Page ITHE BERNERS OF THE BURNING HEARTS 21 IIJOHN LYON HOWE 26 IIISYBIL BERNERS 32 IVTHE BEAUTIFUL STRANGER 45 VTHE LANDLORDS STORY 48 VIROSA BLONDELLE 59 VIIDOWN IN THE DARK VALE 71 VIIIBLACK HALL 76 IXTHE GUESTCHAMBERS

Produced by Robin Monks Stephen Blundell and the OnlineDistributed Proofreading Team at httpwwwpgdpnet Thisbook was produced from scanned images of public domainmaterial from the Google Print project BAROMETER AND WEATHER GUIDE BOARD OF TRADE 1859 COMPILED BY REARADMIRAL FITZROY FRS _THIRD EDITION_ WITH ADDITIONS LONDON PRINTED BY GEORGE E EYRE AND WILLIAM SPOTTISWOODE PRINTERS TO THE QUEENS MOST EXCELLENT MAJESTY FOR HER MAJESTYS STATIONERY OFFICE AND SOLD BY J D POTTER _Agent for the Admiralty Charts_ 31 POULTRY AND 11 KING STREET TOWER HILL 1859 _Price One Shilling_Transcribers Note Minor typographical errors have been corrected without note However due to an omission in the original text the anchor for footnote 4 has been placed in an assumed position A brief table of contents though not present in the original publication has been provided below PREFACE HOW TO FORETELL WEATHER MARINE BAROMETER A contraction of rules for foretelling weatherin accordance with thefollowing pagesis submitted for scales of common barometers RISE FALL FOR FOR N ELY S WLY NWNE SESW DRY WET OR OR LESS MORE WIND WIND EXCEPT EXCEPT WET FROM WET FROM N ED N ED Add one tenth for each hundred feet above the Sea LONG FORETOLDLONG LAST SHORT NOTICESOON PAST FIRST RISE AFTER LOW FORETELLS STRONGER BLOWPREFACEMany persons have advocated placing barometers at exposed fishingvillages and the Board of Trade has sanctioned the principle of someassistance by Government to a limited extent depending on the necessityof each case and other contingencies such as the care publicity andsetting of the barometersIt was thought advisable to substitute a few words on the scales ofthese instruments in place of those usually engraved which are not themost suitable and to compile brief and plain information respectingthe use of weatherglassesThe following pages were prepared but only the first few were intendedparticularly for this purposeAfter writing these it was suggested that some remarks might be addedfor the benefit of many persons especially young officers at sea andthe suggestion was complied with yet not so as to diminish theportability of this compilation or increase its priceThese remarks derived from the combined observation study andpersonal experience of various individuals are in accordancegenerally with the results obtained by eminent philosophersThe works of Humboldt Herschel Dové Sabine Reid Redfield Espy andothers are appealed to in confirmation of this statementTo obviate any charge of undue haste or an insufficiently consideredplanwhich may be fairly brought against many noveltiesthe followingtestimony to the first published suggestion of such a measure