MADAM HOW AND LADY WHYMADAM HOW ANDLADY WHYBy Charles Kingsley1- Page 2-MADAM HOW AND LADY WHYCHAPTER I—THE GLENYou find it dull walking up here upon Hartford Bridge Flat this sadNovember day? Well, I do not deny that the moor looks somewhatdreary, though dull it need never be. Though the fog is clinging to thefir-trees, and creeping among the heather, till you cannot see as far as...　

FAIRY TALES OF HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSENTHE SNOWDROPby Hans Christian AndersenIT was winter-time; the air was cold, the wind was sharp, butwithin the closed doors it was warm and comfortable, and within theclosed door lay the flower; it lay in the bulb under thesnow-covered earth.One day rain fell. The drops penetrated through the snowy coveringdown into the earth, and touched the flower-bulb, and talked of thebright world above. Soon the Sunbeam pierced its way through thesnow to the root, and within the root there was a stirring."Come in," said the flower."I cannot," said the Sunbeam. "I am not strong enough to unlock...　

BEASTS AND SUPER-BEASTS - H. H. MUNRO ("SAKI")CONTENTSTHE SHE-WOLFLAURATHE BOAR-PIGTHE BROGUETHE HENTHE OPEN WINDOWTHE TREASURE-SHIPTHE COBWEBTHE LULLTHE UNKINDEST BLOWTHE ROMANCERSTHE SCHARTZ-METTERKLUME METHODTHE SEVENTH PULLETTHE BLIND SPOTDUSKA TOUCH OF REALISMCOUSIN TERESATHE YARKAND MANNERTHE BYZANTINE OMELETTETHE FEAST OF NEMESISTHE DREAMERTHE QUINCE TREETHE FORBIDDEN BUZZARDSTHE STAKECLOVIS ON PARENTAL RESPONSIBILITIESA HOLIDAY TASKTHE STALLED OXTHE STORY-TELLERA DEFENSIVE DIAMONDTHE ELK"DOWN PENS"THE NAME-DAYTHE LUMBER ROOM...　

East Lynneby Mrs. Henry WoodCHAPTER I.THE LADY ISABEL.In an easy-chair of the spacious and handsome library of his town- house, sat William, Earl of Mount Severn. His hair was gray, the smoothness of his expansive brow was defaced by premature wrinkles, and his once attractive face bore the pale, unmistakable look of dissipation. One of his feet was cased in folds of linen, as it rested on the soft velvet ottoman, speaking of gout as plainly as any foot ever spoke yet. It would seemto look at the man as he sat there that he had grown old before his time. And so he had. His years were barely nine and forty, yet in all save years, he was an aged man.A noted character had been the Earl of Moun　

　TO　STAN, CHRISTOPHER AND MICHELE RICE　TO　SUZANNE SCOTT QUIROZ AND　VICTORIA WILSON　TO THE MEMORY OF JOHN PRESTON　TO　THE IRISH OF NEW ORLEANS　WHO, IN THE 1850S,　BUILT ON CONSTANCE STREET　THE GREAT CHURCH OF ST. ALPHONSUS,　WHILE PASSING ON TO US　THROUGH FAITH, ARCHITECTURE AND ART　A SPLENDID MONUMENT　TO　"THE GLORY THAT WAS GREECE　AND　THE GRANDEUR THAT WAS ROME"　　　Of Mrs. Moore and the echo in the Marabar Caves:　...but the echo began in some indescribable way to undermine her hold on life. ing at a moment when she chanced to be fatigued, it had managed to murmur "Pathos, piety, courage - they exist, but are identical, and so is filth. Everything exists, nothing has value."...　

　On a Saturday morning in early August in 1969, a series of bizarre and inexplicable events occurred aboard the fifty-five-thousand-ton luxury liner S.S. Bretagne as it was preparing to sail from the Port of New York to Le Havre. Claude Dessard, chief purser of the Bretagne, a capable and meticulous man, ran, as he was fond of saying, a "tight ship". In the fifteen years Dessard had served aboard the Bretagne, he had never encountered a situation he had not been able to deal with efficiently and discreetly. Considering that the S.S. Bretagne was a French ship, this was high tribute, indeed. However, on this particular summer day it was as though a thousand devils were conspiring against him　

EUMENESReigned 197-160? B.C.by Plutarchtranslated by John DrydenDURIS reports that Eumenes, the Cardian, was the son of a poorwagoner in the Thracian Chersonesus, yet liberally educated, both as ascholar and a soldier; and that while he was but young, Philip,passing through Cardia, diverted himself with a sight of the wrestlingmatches and other exercises of the youth of that place, among whomEumenes performing with success, and showing signs of intelligence andbravery, Philip was so pleased with him as to take him into hisservice. But they seem to speak more probably who tell us that...　

THE UNKNOWN GUESTTHE UNKNOWNGUESTMAURICE MAETERLINCKTranslated by Alexander Teixeira de Mattos1- Page 2-THE UNKNOWN GUESTINTRODUCTION1My Essay on Death[1] led me to make a conscientious enquiry into thepresent position of the great mystery, an enquiry which I haveendeavoured to render as complete as possible. I had hoped that a singlevolume would be able to contain the result of these investigations, which, I...　

THE SLEEPING BEAUTY IN THE WOODTHERE were formerly a king and a queen, who were sosorry that they had no children; so sorry that it cannotbe expressed. They went to all the waters in the world;vows, pilgrimages, all ways were tried, and all to nopurpose.At last, however, the Queen had a daughter. There wasa very fine christening; and the Princess had for her god-mothers all the fairies they could find in the whole kingdom(they found seven), that every one of them mightgive her a gift, as was the custom of fairies in those days.By this means the Princess had all the perfections imaginable.After the ceremonies of the christening were over, all...　

附：【本作品来自互联网,本人不做任何负责】内容版权归作者所有。1 Pip meets a strangerMy first name was Philip，but when I was a small child I could only manage to say Pip．So Pip was what every-body called me．I lived in a small village in Essex with my sister，who was over twenty years older than me，and married to Joe Gargery，the village blacksmith．My parents had died when I was a baby，so I could not remember them at all，but quite often I used to visit the churchyard，abut a mile from the village，to look at their names on their gravestones．My first memory is of sitting on a gravestone in that church-yard one cold，grey，December afternoon，looking out at the dark，flat，wild marshes divided by the black line of the River Thames，a　

"In Darkest England and The Way Out"by General William BoothTo the memory of the companion, counsellor, and comrade ofnearly 40 years. The sharer of my every ambition for thewelfare of mankind, my loving, faithful, and devoted wifethis book is dedicated.PREFACEThe progress of The Salvation Army in its work amongst the poor and lost of many lands has compelled me to face the problems which an more or less hopefully considered in the following pages. The grim necessities of a huge Campaign carried on for many years against the evils which lie at the root of all the miseries of modern life, attacked in a thousand and one forms by a thousand and one lieutenants, have led me step by step　

TEA-TABLE TALKTEA-TABLE TALKby Jerome K. Jerome1- Page 2-TEA-TABLE TALKCHAPTER I"They are very pretty, some of them," said the Woman of the World;"not the sort of letters I should have written myself.""I should like to see a love-letter of yours," interrupted the Minor Poet."It is very kind of you to say so," replied the Woman of the World. "Itnever occurred to me that you would care for one.""It is what I have always maintained," retorted the Minor Poet; "you...