THE COMPARISON OF ALCIBIADES WITH CORIOLANUSby Plutarchtranslated by John DrydenHAVING described all their actions that seem to deservecommemoration, their military ones, we may say, incline the balancevery decidedly upon neither side. They both, in pretty equalmeasure, displayed on numerous occasions the daring and courage of thesoldier, and the skill and foresight of the general; unless, indeed,the fact that Alcibiades was victorious and successful in manycontests both by sea and land, ought to gain him the title of a morecomplete commander. That so long as they remained and held command...　

LEGENDS AND LYRICSFIRST SERIESLEGENDS ANDLYRICSFIRST SERIESby Adelaide Ann Proctor1- Page 2-LEGENDS AND LYRICSFIRST SERIESDEDICATIONTO MATILDA M. HAYS."Our tokens of love are for the most part barbarous. Cold and lifeless,because they do not represent our life. The only gift is a portion ofthyself. Therefore let the farmer give his corn; the miner, a gem; the...　

　　Chapter One Who I am　1　These are the things I know:　Outerbridge Island has briny water running beneath its rocks, a subterranean series of narrow channels between the Sound and the Atlantic.　You can see the entrances to these channels on the northern side of the island at low tide. These channels feed into the Great Salt Pond on the westerly side of the island before it empties into the sea. It was said that once-upon-a-time, a Dutch trading ship smashed up against the rocks, and local pirates fed upon the treasures found within the hold of the ship. The treasure, it is said, was buried in the narrow caverns. To add to the chill of this tale, it was also said that the pirates fed upon the　

Chapter II of Volume IIAFTER a week spent in professions of love and schemes of felicity, Mr. Collins was called from his amiable Charlotte by the arrival of Saturday. The pain of separation, however, might be alleviated on his side, by preparations for the reception of his bride, as he had reason to hope that shortly after his next return into Hertfordshire, the day would be fixed that was to make him the happiest of men. He took leave of his relations at Longbourn with as much solemnity as before; wished his fair cousins health and happiness again, and promised their father another letter of thanks.On the following Monday, Mrs. Bennet had the pleasure of receiving her brother and his wife　

Lucastaby Richard LovelaceTOWILLIAM HAZLITT, ESQ., OF THE MIDDLE TEMPLE, A REGISTRAR OFTHE COURT OF BANKRUPTCY IN LONDON,This Little VolumeIS INSCRIBED AS A SLIGHT TESTIMONY OF THE GREATEST RESPECT,BY HIS AFFECTIONATE SON, THE EDITOR.CONTENTS.PART I.PAGEDedication 3Verses addressed to the Author 5I. Poems Addressed or Relating To Lucasta.Song. To Lucasta. Going beyond the Seas 25Song. To Lucasta. Going to the Warres 26...　

The Cruise of the Jasper B.by Don MarquisTO ALL THE COPYREADERS ON ALL THE NEWSPAPERS OF AMERICACHAPTER IA BRIGHT BLADE LEAPS FROM A RUSTY SCABBARDOn an evening in April, 191-, Clement J. Cleggett walked sedatelyinto the news room of the New York Enterprise with a drab-coloredwalking-stick in his hand. He stood the cane in a corner,changed his sober street coat for a more sober office jacket,adjusted a green eyeshade below his primly brushed grayish hair,unostentatiously sat down at the copy desk, and unobtrusivelyopened a drawer.From the drawer he took a can of tobacco, a pipe, a pair ofscissors, a paste-pot and brush, a pile of copy paper, a penknife...　

STORIESSTORIESby English Authors in France1- Page 2-STORIESA LODGING FOR THE NIGHTBY ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSONIt was late in November, 1456. The snow fell over Paris with rigorous,relentless persistence; sometimes the wind made a sally and scattered it inflying vortices; sometimes there was a lull, and flake after flake descendedout of the black night air, silent, circuitous, interminable. To poor people,looking up under moist eyebrows, it seemed a wonder where it all came...　

The Diary of an Old SoulThe Diary of an Old Soulby George MacDonald1- Page 2-The Diary of an Old SoulDEDICATIONSweet friends, receive my offering. You will find Against each wordedpage a white page set: This is the mirror of each friendly mindReflecting that. In this book we are met. Make it, dear hearts, of worth toyou indeed: Let your white page be ground, my print be seed, Growingto golden ears, that faith and hope shall feed.YOUR OLD SOUL...　

　"The Captive"　Chapter One　She sat by the creek, half-hidden in lush grasses. Carefully she twined purple summer flowers into her single dark brown braid, and dabbled bare feet in the rushing water. Stems and crushed blooms littered the coarse yellow gown she wore and damp earth stained the garment, but she paid it no mind. She was purpose-fully intent on her work, for if she allowed her thoughts to range freely she would be overtaken by the knowledge and the hope that he still might e.　A songbird called from the forest behind and she glanced up, smiling at the delicate melody. Then her attention was caught by an approaching rider, and she let fall the flowered braid from limp fingers....　

　THE SWEETHEART OF A KING.　　The scene was not exactly new to me. Moved by the spirit of adventure, or by an access of ennui which overtakes me at times, I had several times visited the gaudy establishment of Mercer, on the fashionable side of Fifth Avenue in the Fifties. In either case I had found disappointment; where the stake is a matter of indifference there can be no excitement; and besides, I had been always in luck.　But on this occasion I had a real purpose before me, though not an important one, and I surrendered my hat and coat to the servant at the door with a feeling of satisfaction.　At the entrance to the main room I met Bob Garforth, leaving.　There was a scowl on his face and h　

Smoke Bellewby Jack LondonContentsTHE TASTE OF THE MEATTHE MEATTHE STAMPEDE TO SQUAW CREEKSHORTY DREAMSTHE MAN ON THE OTHER BANKTHE RACE FOR NUMBER ONETHE TASTE OF THE MEAT.I.In the beginning he was Christopher Bellew. By the time he was at college he had become Chris Bellew. Later, in the Bohemian crowd of San Francisco, he was called Kit Bellew. And in the end he was known by no other name than Smoke Bellew. And this history of the evolution of his name is the history of his evolution. Nor would it have happened had he not had a fond mother and an iron uncle, and had he not received a letter from Gillet Bellamy."I have just seen a copy of the Billow," Gillet wrote from Paris. "Of cou　

The Soul of the Far Eastby Percival LowellContentsChapter 1. IndividualityChapter 2. FamilyChapter 3. AdoptionChapter 4. LanguageChapter 5. Nature and ArtChapter 6. ArtChapter 7. ReligionChapter 8. ImaginationChapter 1. Individuality.The boyish belief that on the other side of our globe all things are of necessity upside down is startlingly brought back to the man when he first sets foot at Yokohama. If his initial glance does not, to be sure, disclose the natives in the every-day feat of standing calmly on their heads, an attitude which his youthful imagination conceived to be a necessary consequence of their geographical position, it does at least reveal them looking at the world as if