The Hispanic Nations of the New World, A Chronicle of our Southern Neighborsby William R. ShepherdCONTENTSI. THE HERITAGE FROM SPAIN AND PORTUGALII. "OUR OLD KING OR NONE"III. "INDEPENDENCE OR DEATH"IV. PLOUGHING THE SEAV. THE AGE OF THE DICTATORSVI. PERIL FROM ABROADVII. GREATER STATES AND LESSERVIII. "ON THE MARGIN OF INTERNATIONAL LIFE"IX. THE REPUBLICS OF SOUTH AMERICAX. MEXICO IN REVOLUTIONXI. THE REPUBLICS OF THE CARIBBEANXII. PAN-AMERICANISM AND THE GREAT WARBIBLIOGRAPHICAL NOTETHE HISPANIC NATIONS OF THE NEW WORLDCHAPTER I. THE HERITAGE FROM SPAIN AND PORTUGALAt the time of the American Revolution most of the New World still belonged to Spain and Portugal, whose captains and conquer　

The Blue Flowerby Henry van DykeThe desire of the moth for the star,Of the night for the morrow,The devotion for something afarFrom the sphere of our sorrow.SHELLEY.ToTHE DEAR MEMORY OFBERNARD VAN DYKE1887-1897AND THE LOVE THAT LIVESBEYOND THE YEARSPREFACESometimes short stories are brought together like parcels ina basket. Sometimes they grow together like blossoms on abush. Then, of course, they really belong to one another,because they have the same life in them.The stories in this book have been growing together for along time. It is at least ten years since the first of them,the story of The Other Wise Man, came to me; and all the...　

THE LAZY TOUR OF TWO IDLE APPRENTICESTHE LAZY TOUR OFTWO IDLEAPPRENTICES1- Page 2-THE LAZY TOUR OF TWO IDLE APPRENTICESCHAPTER IIn the autumn month of September, eighteen hundred and fifty-seven,wherein these presents bear date, two idle apprentices, exhausted by thelong, hot summer, and the long, hot work it had brought with it, ran awayfrom their employer. They were bound to a highly meritorious lady(named Literature), of fair credit and repute, though, it must be...　

TOM SWIFT AND HIS ELECTRIC RUNABOUT or The Speediest Car on the RoadTOM SWIFT AND HISELECTRIC RUNABOUTor The Speediest Car onthe RoadVICTOR APPLETON1- Page 2-TOM SWIFT AND HIS ELECTRIC RUNABOUT or The Speediest Car on the RoadCHAPTER ITOM HOPES FOR A PRIZE"Father," exclaimed Tom Swift, looking up from a paper he wasreading, "I think I can win that prize!""What prize is that?" inquired the aged inventor, gazing away from a...　

THERE was no possibility of taking a walk that day. We had beenwandering, indeed, in the leafless shrubbery an hour in the morning;but since dinner (Mrs. Reed, when there was no company, dined early)the cold winter wind had brought with it clouds so sombre, and arain so penetrating, that further outdoor exercise was now out ofthe question.I was glad of it: I never liked long walks, especially on chillyafternoons: dreadful to me was the coming home in the raw twilight,with nipped fingers and toes, and a heart saddened by the chidingsof Bessie, the nurse, and humbled by the consciousness of myphysical inferiority to Eliza, John, and Georgiana Reed.The said Eliza, John, and Georgiana were now 　

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A Mountain WomanA Mountain WomanBy Elia Wilkinson PeattieTo My best Friend, and kindest Critic, My Husband.1- Page 2-A Mountain WomanIF Leroy Brainard had not had such a respect for literature, he wouldhave written a book.As it was, he played at being an architect and succeeded in being acharming fellow. My sister Jessica never lost an opportunity of laughing athis endeavors as an architect."You can build an enchanting villa, but what would you do with a...　

LOST FACELOST FACEby Jack London1- Page 2-LOST FACELOST FACEIt was the end. Subienkow had travelled a long trail of bitterness andhorror, homing like a dove for the capitals of Europe, and here, fartheraway than ever, in Russian America, the trail ceased. He sat in the snow,arms tied behind him, waiting the torture. He stared curiously before himat a huge Cossack, prone in the snow, moaning in his pain. The men had...　

The Quest of the Golden GirlBy Richard le GallienneA ROMANCETOPRIOR AND LOUISE CHRISTIAN,WITH AFFECTION.CONTENTSBOOK ICHAPTERI. AN OLD HOUSE AND ITS BACHELORII. IN WHICH I DECIDE TO GO ON PILGRIMAGEIII. AN INDICTMENT OF SPRINGIV. IN WHICH I EAT AND DREAMV. CONCERNING THE PERFECT WOMAN, AND THEREFORE CONCERNING ALLFEMININE READERSVI. IN WHICH THE AUTHOR ANTICIPATES DISCONTENT ON THE PART OFHIS READERVII. PRANDIALVIII. STILL PRANDIALIX. THE LEGEND OF HEBES OR THE HEAVENLY HOUSEMAIDX. AGAIN ON FOOT-THE GIRLS THAT NEVER CAN BE MINE...　

Record of Buddhistic Kingdomsby Fa-HienBeing an Account by the Chinese Monk Fa-Hien of his Travels in India and Ceylon (A.D. 399-414) in Search of the Buddhist Books of DisciplineTranslated and annotated with a Corean recension of the Chinese textBYJAMES LEGGEPREFACESeveral times during my long residence in Hong Kong I endeavoured to read through the "Narrative of Fa-hien;" but though interested with the graphic details of much of the work, its columns bristled so constantlynow with his phonetic representations of Sanskrit words, and now with his substitution for them of their meanings in Chinese characters, and I was, moreover, so much occupied with my own special labours on the Confucian 　

A PERSONAL RECORDBY JOSEPH CONRADA FAMILIAR PREFACEAs a general rule we do not want much encouragement to talk aboutourselves; yet this little book is the result of a friendlysuggestion, and even of a little friendly pressure. I defendedmyself with some spirit; but, with characteristic tenacity, thefriendly voice insisted, "You know, you really must."It was not an argument, but I submitted at once. If one must! .. .You perceive the force of a word. He who wants to persuadeshould put his trust not in the right argument, but in the right...　

IN A HOLLOW OF THE HILLSIN A HOLLOW OF THEHILLSBret Bret Harte1- Page 2-IN A HOLLOW OF THE HILLSCHAPTERI.It was very dark, and the wind was increasing. The last gust hadbeen preceded by an ominous roaring down the whole mountain-side,which continued for some time after the trees in the little valley had lapsedinto silence. The air was filled with a faint, cool, sodden odor, as of...