FAIRY TALES OF HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSENTHE LITTLE ELDER-TREE MOTHERby Hans Christian AndersenTHERE was once a little boy who had caught cold; he had gone outand got wet feet. Nobody had the least idea how it had happened; theweather was quite dry. His mother undressed him, put him to bed, andordered the teapot to be brought in, that she might make him a goodcup of tea from the elder-tree blossoms, which is so warming. At thesame time, the kind-hearted old man who lived by himself in theupper storey of the house came in; he led a lonely life, for he had nowife and children; but he loved the children of others very much,...　

The Rhythm of Life and Other EssaysThe Rhythm of Life andOther Essays1- Page 2-The Rhythm of Life and Other EssaysTHE RHYTHM OF LIFEIf life is not always poetical, it is at least metrical. Periodicity rulesover the mental experience of man, according to the path of the orbit of histhoughts. Distances are not gauged, ellipses not measured, velocities notascertained, times not known. Nevertheless, the recurrence is sure. Whatthe mind suffered last week, or last year, it does not suffer now; but it will...　

THE IMITATION OF CHRISTTHE IMITATION OFCHRISTby Thomas a KempisTranslated by Rev. William Benham1- Page 2-THE IMITATION OF CHRISTINTRODUCTORY NOTEThe treatise "Of the Imitation of Christ" appears to have beenoriginally written in Latin early in the fifteenth century. Its exact dateand its authorship are still a matter of debate. Manuscripts of the Latinversion survive in considerable numbers all over Western Europe, and they,...　

THE GOLDEN FLEECE AND THE HEROES WHO LIVED BEFORE ACHILLESTHE GOLDENFLEECE AND THEHEROES WHO LIVEDBEFORE ACHILLESBY PADRAIC COLUM1- Page 2-THE GOLDEN FLEECE AND THE HEROES WHO LIVED BEFORE ACHILLESPart I.The Voyage to ColchisI. The Youth JasonA man in the garb of a slave went up the side of that mountain that isall covered with forest, the Mountain Pelion. He carried in his arms a little...　

The Eureka Stockadeby Raffaello CarboniNOTA BENEIn Person I solicit no subscriptionin writing I hereby ask no favour from my reader. A book must stand or fall by the truth contained in it.What I wish to note is this: I was taught the English language by the Very Reverend W. Vincent Eyre, Vice Rector of the English College, Rome. It has cost me immense pains to rear my English up to the mark; but I could never master the language to perfection. Hence, now and then, probably to the annoyance of my Readers, I could not help the foreign idiom. Of course, a proper edition, in Italian, will be published in Turin.I have nothing further to say.Carboni Raffaello....　

On Horsemanshipby XenophonTranslation by H. G. DakynsXenophon the Athenian was born 431 B.C. He was apupil of Socrates. He marched with the Spartans,and was exiled from Athens. Sparta gave him landand property in Scillus, where he lived for manyyears before having to move once more, to settlein Corinth. He died in 354 B.C.On Horsemanship advises the reader on how to buya good horse, and how to raise it to be either awar horse or show horse. Xenophon ends with somewords on military equipment for a cavalryman....　

109 ADHISTORIESby P. Cornelius Tacitustranslated by Alfred John Church and William Jackson BrodribbBOOK I, January - March, A.D. 69I BEGIN my work with the time when Servius Galba was consul forthe second time with Titus Vinius for his colleague. Of the formerperiod, the 820 years dating from the founding of the city, manyauthors have treated; and while they had to record the transactions ofthe Roman people, they wrote with equal eloquence and freedom. Afterthe conflict at Actium, and when it became essential to peace, that...　

SHERLOCK HOLMESTHE ADVENTURE OF THE GOLDEN PINCE-NEZby Sir Arthur Conan DoyleWhen I look at the three massive manuscript volumes which containour work for the year 1894, I confess that it is very difficult forme, out of such a wealth of material, to select the cases which aremost interesting in themselves, and at the same time most conducive toa display of those peculiar powers for which my friend was famous.As I turn over the pages, I see my notes upon the repulsive story ofthe red leech and the terrible death of Crosby, the banker. Herealso I find an account of the Addleton tragedy, and the singular...　

A SONG ABOUT MYSELFby John KeatsI.There was a naughty boy,A naughty boy was he,He would not stop at home,He could not quiet be-He tookIn his knapsackA bookFull of vowelsAnd a shirtWith some towels,A slight capFor night cap,A hair brush,Comb ditto,New stockingsFor old ones...　

The Swiss TwinsBy Lucy Fitch PerkinsCONTENTSI. THE RESPONSIBLE CUCKOOII. THE TWINS LEARN A NEW TRADEIII. A MOUNTAIN STORMIV. THE LONELY HERDSMANV. THE PASSVI. NEW FRIENDS AND OLDThis book belongs toI. THE RESPONSIBLE CUCKOOTHE RESPONSIBLE CUCKOOHigh on the kitchen wall of an old farm-house on a mountainsidein Switzerland there hangs a tiny wooden clock. In the tinywooden clock there lives a tiny wooden cuckoo, and every hour hehops out of his tiny wooden door, takes a look about to see whatis going on in the world, shouts out the time of day, and popsback again into his little dark house, there to wait and tick...　

Lecture IIITHE REALITY OF THE UNSEENWere one asked to characterize the life of religion in thebroadest and most general terms possible, one might say that itconsists of the belief that there is an unseen order, and thatour supreme good lies in harmoniously adjusting ourselvesthereto. This belief and this adjustment are the religiousattitude in the soul. I wish during this hour to call yourattention to some of the psychological peculiarities of such anattitude as this, or belief in an object which we cannot see.All our attitudes, moral, practical, or emotional, as well as...　

The Vanished Messengerby E. Phillips OppenheimCHAPTER IThere were very few people upon Platform Number Twenty-one ofLiverpool Street Station at a quarter to nine on the eveningof April 2 - possibly because the platform in question is one ofthe most remote and least used in the great terminus. Thestation-master, however, was there himself, with an inspector inattendance. A dark, thick-set man, wearing a long travellingulster and a Homburg hat, and carrying in his hand a brown leatherdressing-case, across which was painted in black letters the nameMR. JOHN P. DUNSTER, was standing a few yards away, smoking along cigar, and, to all appearance absorbed in studying the...