Part the Second.THE MARCH OF TIME.V.ADVANCING from time past to time present, the Prologue leaves thedate last attained (the summer of eighteen hundred andfifty-five), and travels on through an interval of twelveyearstells who lived, who died, who prospered, and who failedamong the persons concerned in the tragedy at the Hampsteadvillaand, this done, leaves the reader at the opening of THESTORY in the spring of eighteen hundred and sixty-eight.The record begins with a marriagethe marriage of Mr. Vanboroughand Lady Jane Parnell.In three months from the memorable day when his solicitor had...
410 BCELECTRAby Sophoclestranslated by R. C. JebbCHARACTERS IN THE PLAYORESTES, son of Agamemnon and CLYTEMNESTRAELECTRA } sister of ORESTESCHRYSOTHEMIS} " " "AN OLD MAN, formerly the PAEDAGOGUS or Attendant Of ORESTESCLYTEMNESTRAAEGISTHUSCHORUS OF WOMEN OF MYCENAEMute PersonsPYLADES, son of Strophius, King of Crisa, the friend Of ORESTES.A handmaid of CLYTEMNESTRA. Two attendants of ORESTESELECTRA...
NOTES BY FLOOD AND FIELDPART IIN THE FIELDIt was near the close of an October day that I began to bedisagreeably conscious of the Sacramento Valley. I had been ridingsince sunrise, and my course through the depressing monotony of thelong level landscape affected me more like a dull dyspeptic dreamthan a business journey, performed under that sincerest of naturalphenomenaa California sky. The recurring stretches of brown andbaked fields, the gaping fissures in the dusty trail, the hardoutline of the distant hills, and the herds of slowly movingcattle, seemed like features of some glittering stereoscopicpicture that never changed. Active exercise might have removed...
Options,by O. HenryCONTENTS"The Rose of Dixie"The Third IngredientThe Hiding of Black BillSchools and SchoolsThimble, ThimbleSupply and DemandBuried TreasureTo Him Who WaitsHe Also ServesThe Moment of VictoryThe Head-HunterNo StoryThe Higher PragmatismBest-SellerRus in UrbeA Poor RuleOPTIONS"THE ROSE OF DIXIE"When The Rose of Dixie magazine was started by a stock company in Toombs City, Georgia, there was never but one candidate for its chief editorial position in the minds of its owners. Col. Aquila Telfair was the man for the place. By all the rights of learning, family, reputation, and Southern traditions, he was its foreordained, fit, and logical editor. So, a committee of the
AFTER THE DANCE"AND you say that a man cannot, of himself,understand what is good and evil; that it is allenvironment, that the environment swamps theman. But I believe it is all chance. Take myown case . . ."Thus spoke our excellent friend, Ivan Vasilie-vich, after a conversation between us on the impos-sibility of improving individual character withouta change of the conditions under which men live.Nobody had actually said that one could not ofoneself understand good and evil; but it was ahabit of Ivan Vasilievich to answer in this way thethoughts aroused in his own mind by conversation,and to illustrate those thoughts by relating inci-dents in his own life. He often quite forgot the..
Forty Centuries of Inkby David N. CarvalhoORA CHRONOLOGICAL NARRATIVE CONCERNINGINK AND ITS BACKGROUNDSINTRODUCING INCIDENTAL OBSERVATIONS ANDDEDUCTIONS, PARALLELS OF TIME AND COLORPHENOMENA, BIBLIOGRAPHY, CHEMISTRY,POETICAL EFFUSIONS, CITATIONS,ANECDOTES AND CURIOSA TOGETHER WITHSOME EVIDENCE RESPECTING THEEVANESCENT CHARACTER OFMOST INKS OF TO-DAY ANDAN EPITOME OF CHEMICO-LEGAL INK.BYDAVID N. CARVALHOPREFACE.The unfortunate conditions surrounding the almostuniversal use of the oddly named commercial and withfew exceptions record inks, and the so-called modern...
The Merry Adventures of Robin Hoodby Howard PylePREFACEFROM THE AUTHOR TO THE READERYou who so plod amid serious things that you feel it shame to give yourself up even for a few short moments to mirth and joyousness in the land of Fancy; you who think that life hath nought to do with innocent laughter that can harm no one; these pages are not for you. Clap to the leaves and go no farther than this, for I tell you plainly that if you go farther you will be scandalized by seeing good, sober folks of real history so frisk and caper in gay colors and motley that you would not know them but for the names tagged to them. Here is a stout, lusty fellow with a quick temper, yet none so ill for all t
Lecture XXCONCLUSIONSThe material of our study of human nature is now spread beforeus; and in this parting hour, set free from the duty ofdescription, we can draw our theoretical and practicalconclusions. In my first lecture, defending the empiricalmethod, I foretold that whatever conclusions we might come tocould be reached by spiritual judgments only, appreciations ofthe significance for life of religion, taken "on the whole."Our conclusions cannot be as sharp as dogmatic conclusions wouldbe, but I will formulate them, when the time comes, as sharply asI can....
Adventure XIThe Final ProblemIt is with a heavy heart that I take up my pen towrite these the last words in which I shall everrecord the singular gifts by which my friend Mr.Sherlock Holmes was distinguished. In an incoherentand, as I deeply feel, an entirely inadequate fashion,I have endeavored to give some account of my strangeexperiences in his company from the chance which firstbrought us together at the period of the "Study inScarlet," up to the time of his interference in thematter of the "Naval Treaty"and interference whichhad the unquestionable effect of preventing a seriousinternational complication. It was my intention to...
THE DORE LECTURES ON MENTAL SCIENCETHE DORE LECTURESON MENTAL SCIENCEby Thomas Troward1- Page 2-THE DORE LECTURES ON MENTAL SCIENCEENTERING INTO THE SPIRIT OF IT INDIVIDUALITY THENEW THOUGHT AND THE NEW ORDER THE LIPS OF THE SPIRITALPHA AND OMEGA THE CREATIVE POWER OF THOUGHTTHE GREAT AFFIRMATIVE CHRIST THE FULFILLING OF THELAW THE STORY OF EDEN THE WORSHIP OF ISHI THE...
Adventureby Jack LondonCHAPTER ISOMETHING TO BE DONEHe was a very sick white man. He rode pick-a-back on a woolly- headed, black-skinned savage, the lobes of whose ears had been pierced and stretched until one had torn out, while the other carried a circular block of carved wood three inches in diameter. The torn ear had been pierced again, but this time not so ambitiously, for the hole accommodated no more than a short clay pipe. The man-horse was greasy and dirty, and naked save for an exceedingly narrow and dirty loin-cloth; but the white man clung to him closely and desperately. At times, from weakness, his head drooped and rested on the woolly pate. At other times he lifted his hea