The Miracle

been working to discover the secret of time travel."
His audience was suddenly tense. Professor Dane was loved and respected

If he said a thing could be done there was no mistake.
The chemist broke the silence. "You've succeeded?" he asked. "You've

made experiments that show—"
The old man shook his head. "No, not yet. But I'm close to it. I know I

the grim curtain of the future, or the past.
Almost as though to himself, he went on, "I've often wondered what

past or the future, and it concerns Ruth Vincent!"
Alan's hands were gripping the arms of his chair. These things which

this apprehension that something was left undone....
"I'm going to ask Alan now to carry on for me," his grandfather

him to feel the things I've been feeling—"
"Oh, I do!" Alan exclaimed. "I'll do what I can, grandfather. I'd have

weirdly distorted scene before him.
Where should he stop? And what would he find?
Alan's imagination went back to the scene when his grandfather had

his hand on the control switch of the time traveler.
He was voyaging backward into time! So strange a thing—and so simple

only be aware of that forward-moving instant which we call the present.
And old Professor Dane's fundamental conception—certainly it could now

down to the broad Hudson River a few hundred feet away.
It was a strange transition indeed. And yet to Alan Dane, the

seized him three years before would leave him, his task completed.
Alan glanced again at the time-dial. The transition was slowing now; he

the apparatus itself were dictating his stopping point.
And then the date 1650 flashed into his mind. That was when he had to

stop. It was as though he'd always known it....
Was this a cave, here at his back? He was aware that he was sitting at

which he could see the broad, gray river.
An instant later he shoved the lever to shut off the current. The shock

strands.
Terrified, wide-eyed with utter astonishment, they mutely gaped at Alan.
"Well," he said at last. "Do you speak Eng

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Free Air

swastikaed leader had been stuck and—
And instantly her own car was stuck.
She had had to put the car at that hole. It dropped,

You told me to put on chains. I didn't. I deserve it."
"Well, anyway, most men would be cussing. You

and crawl around in the mud, and play turtle for you."
[9]"No. I'm quite all right. I did feel frightfully

she could hear the vertebrae click in her tense neck.
Her father was silent, a misty figure in a lap-robe.

door, which flapped dismally in response.
"Ja?" from within.
She rapped again.
"Hinein!"
She opened the door on a kitchen, the highlight of

drained face were the easy tears of the slave women.
"Oh, miss, I don't know vot I should do. My boys

get another harness!" Claire shrieked.
"Fife-fifty dot will be, in all." Zolzac grinned.
Claire was standing in front of him. She was

"Don't I get nothing I break de harness?"
"Sure. You get ten—years! And you get out!"
From thirty yards up the road, Zolzac flung back,

power to yours. Have you a tow-rope?"
"No. I never thought of bringing one."
"I'll get mine."
She walked with him back toward his bug. It

raised his head, glanced at her, and he was blushing again.
"Her name is Vere de Vere!" he confessed. Then

brush yourself?"
"Yes. Horrid wet!"
He merely shook his head in commiseration.
He fastened the tow-rope to the rear axle of his

we came through back about twelve miles?"
"Schoenstrom?" suggested Milt.
"Yes, I think that was it. Didn't we pass you or

eats——"
"A——"
"I mean, did you get dinner there?"
"No. I wish we had!"
"Well say, I didn't either, and—I'd be awfully glad

Oh—sweet! Are you going far, Mr. Daggett?"
"Yes, quite a ways. To Seattle, Washington."
"Oh, really? Extraordinary. We're going there,

and was gone.
The rainy road was bleakly empty without him.
It did not seem possible that Claire's body could be

Adolph Zolzac's?"
"Yes. And Mr. Zolzac wasn't very nice about it."
"He's going to be just elegant about it, now, and

surprise part

The story of a young woman who is a swastikaed leader. She is the daughter of swarthy, a slave woman who was a tow-rope driver. She has been a member of the swaggering saga of the slave women.

Poetry by Joe Wenke. Joe has written several books including: Mailer's America, You Got to Be Kidding! A Radical Satire of The Bible, Papal Bull: An Ex-Catholic Calls Out the Catholic Church, The Talk Show, a Novel (October 2014) and The Human Agenda: Conversations about Sexual Orientation and Gender Identity (January 2015)


Public Speaking

self-training when he was quite a grown man.
"I owe my success in life to one single fact, namely, at the

of the speaker, and his effect upon his audience, or upon you.
3. Explain how children learn to speak.
4. From your observation give the class an account of

remarks, show the value of public speaking.
6. Of what value is public speaking to women?
7. What effects upon speeches by women will universal

show how an ability to speak may be of value in it.
9. Choose some business position, and show how an

school; in business; in other careers.
13. Explain the operation of a dictaphone.
14. How can training in public speaking help an applicant

it:
1. To write it out in full and read it.
2. To write it out in full and commit it to memory.
3. To write out and memorize the opening and

the headings in logical order.
5. To speak without manuscript or notes.
Reading the Speech. The first of these methods—to

in the fool that uses it. Go make you ready.
EXERCISES
1. 'Neath our feet broke the brittle bright stubble like

the third, pestilent.
3. Our ardors are ordered by our enthusiasms.
4. She's positively sick of seeing her soiled, silk, Sunday

dress.
5. The rough cough and hiccough plowed me through.
6. She stood at the gate welcoming him in.
7. Five miles meandering with a mazy motion.
8. Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers: if Peter

12.Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time.

said, 'a trained ear,' as distinctly as could be."
The discussion began to warm up, and in the midst of it

Hear the tolling of the bells—
Iron bells!
What a world of solemn thought their monody compels!
In the silence of the night,
How we shiver with affright
At the melancholy menace of their tone!
For every sound that floats
[34]
From the rust within their throats
Is a groan.
And the people—ah, the people—
They that dwell up in the steeple,
All alone,
And who, tolling, t

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This book emphasises the how and why of public speaking. Instructors who prefer a practical approach appreciate the Osborns' early focus on delivering the first speech, as well as numerous practical tips throughout the text in the form of Speaker's Notes. The Osborns use the best of classical and contemporary rhetorical theory in addressing the problems of the public speaker. Ancillary package available upon adoption.


Smuggler: A Suspenseful Bad Boy Romance

brutal crimes on record suffered the punishment they so well merited.
Happily, my dear sir, a dedication, in these days, is no compliment;

a good deal of the wooden clock about the mechanism of society.
One of the parts in which rudeness of construction and coarseness of

of either delicately tripped up by some one you did not see.
Still this difference was more apparent in the system of smuggling

British coast, with very little let or hindrance.
As there are land-sharks and water-sharks, so were there then (and so

gardens gave exit to the country with as little delay as possible.
Of all counties, however, the most favoured by nature and by art for

of convicting a smuggler, unless captured in flagrant delict.
Were it only our object to depict the habits and manners of these

of the lateral valleys, or strayed out into the plain.
On the northern side of the county, a considerable extent of flat

leafy season, almost the look of a forest partially cleared.
Along the southern edge, then, of the hills we have mentioned, and in

betoken a rather hasty and irascible spirit.
He had not been in the coach more than a minute and a half--but was

gaze which he fixed upon it, to study it attentively.
The second of the two gentlemen I have mentioned entered immediately

machine moved heavily out, and rolled away towards Westminster Bridge.
The lights which were under the archway had enabled the travellers to

they had now ceased speaking, he said--
"A beautiful day, gentlemen. I was sure it would be so when we set

black. "An old proverb and a bad almanack."
"Indeed!" exclaimed the other. "I should have thought it a very good

lead them right, that the proportion is vastly against them."
"If such be their course of proceeding, the result will be naturally

night, and a precious number of horses' eggs they have found!"
Thus commenced a conversation which lasted for some time, and in which

heads to the window, and examined the animals with a scrutinizing eye.

The first book in the series of novels by the author, a collection of short stories and essays by the writer, whose main subject is the history of the English Civil War.

A shy young woman, a mysterious smuggler, a steamy Caribbean adventure...
With university behind her, Jessica Densley is on one last vacation before starting her safe, uneventful career as a geologist. She's perfectly happy just lounging by the pool but her wild friend Daphne will have none of it. While out exploring, she disappears!
At her wits end, Jessica has no choice but to team up with the mysterious Ryker Prins, a man everybody on Curacao respects... and fears.
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Mahatma Gandhi

who become One with Him:
"He is the One Luminous, Creator of All,
Mahatma,
Always in the hearts of the people enshrined.
Revealed through Love, Intuition, and Thought,
Whoever knows Him, Immortal becomes...."
Tagore, on a visit to Ashram, Gandhi's favorite retreat, quoted

read the Vedas and the Upanishads in translation only.[8]
While still a boy he passed through a severe religious crisis. Shocked

prescribe abstention from wine, meat, and sexual intercourse.
He arrived in London in September, 1888, and after the first few months

He realized that for him salvation could lie only in Hinduism.[11]
He returned to India in 1891, a rather sad home-coming, for his mother

this magic word of ahimsa, the sublime message of India to the world.
§ 3
Gandhi's activity may be divided into two periods. From 1898 to 1914 its

field was South Africa; from 1914 to 1922, India.
That Gandhi could carry on the South-African campaign for more than

lynching, all under cover of "white" civilization.
In 1893 Gandhi was called to Pretoria on an important case. He was not

in 1908. This pamphlet on Indian home rule is the gospel of heroic love.
For twenty years the struggle lasted, reaching its bitterest phase from

workers. After twenty years of sacrifice non-resistance was triumphant.
§ 4
When Gandhi returned to India he had the prestige of a leader.
Since the beginning of the century the movement for Indian independence

was a great Indian patriot, although he believed in loyalty to England.
Although the Indian Congress, reflecting general sentiment, was in favor

four years ago is our battle.[24]
§ 5
It should be noted that when Gandhi stepped into the political field as

day to seek inspiration and strength to carry on the work above.
Gandhi believes in the religion of his people, in Hinduism. But he is

rejection of any of the essential things of Hinduism.[29]
What are the essential things in which Gandhi believes? In an article

written October 6,1921, Gandhi

The Indian Congress is a political party that has been in power for centuries. Its members are the most powerful and influential in the world. They have been the leaders of the Indian Congress since the beginning of the nineteenth century. They are the leaders who have fought for the independence of India. They were the leaders that have pushed for the freedom of the people.

A biographical account of the man who became one with the universal being. Gandhi is considered the father of India and was an Indian nationalist and spiritual leader. The literal translation of Mahatma, the name which the people of India gave to Gandhi, is "the great soul." This word goes back to the Upanishads, where it is used in speaking of the Supreme Being, and through communion of knowledge and love, those who become one with Him.


Aristophanes: An Introduction

humorist, or the more trenchant weapons of satire.
But although this Athenian comedy is, in one sense, so very modern in

in his vocation, and, above all things, not to be dull.
It may be right to say a word here, very briefly, as to the coarseness

principle, but also a direct personal object.
It is now the eighth year of the Peloponnesian War, in which all Greece

other of the author’s productions which have reached us.
This play follows the fashion of the Athenian stage in taking its name

at present) who rule him for their own selfish ends.
The characters represented are only five. “People” is a rich

Demus’s house, the entrance to which is in the centre of the proscenium.
The two slaves, Nicias and Demosthenes, come out rubbing their

“Dem. (to the audience.) Well, come now! I’ll tell ye about it—Here are we,
A couple of servants—with a master at home
Next door to the hustings. He’s a man in years,
A kind of a bean-fed,[8] husky, testy character,
Choleric and brutal at times, and partly deaf.
It’s near about a month now, that he went
And bought a slave out of a tanner’s yard,
A Paphlagonian born, and brought him home,—
As wicked a slanderous wretch as ever lived.
This fellow, the Paphlagonian, has found out{19}
The blind side of our master’s understanding,
With fawning and wheedling in this kind of way:
‘Would not you please go to the bath, sir? surely
It’s not worth while to attend the courts to-day.’
And—‘Would not you please to take a little refreshment?
And there’s that nice hot broth—and here’s the threepence
You left behind you—and would not you order supper?’
Moreover, when we get things out of compliment
As a present for our master, he contrives
To snatch ’em and serve ’em up before our faces.
I’d made a Spartan cake at Pylos lately,
And mixed and kneaded it well, and watched the baking;
But he stole round before me and served it up:[9]
And he never allows us to come near our master
To speak a word; but stands behind his ba

The play follows the fashion of the Athenian stage in taking its name at present) who rule him for their own selfish ends.

This accessible introduction to the work of one of the world's greatest comic writers tackles key questions posed by Aristophanes' plays, such as staging, humour, songs, obscene language, politics and the modern translation and performance of Aristophanic comedy. The book opens up exciting and contentious areas of Aristophanic scholarship in a way that is engaging and readily comprehensible to a non-specialist audience, never losing sight of the fact that Aristophanes' plays are vibrant literary texts, designed primarily to appeal to a classical Athenian audience as pieces of living drama. Key


Lola: A Tiny Fairy Learns the Power of Forgiveness

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mind, you shall see.”
“You really think so, father?”
“I know it! After last night I shall never doubt it

us, Maria; he says it is going to make us rich.”
“I hope so, I’m sure. There’s lots of little things

ought to have the most money!”
“Don’t get his egg too hard.”
“No, Miss, it will be just like he wants it.”
When the Doctor returned he found everything

father, as he helped himself to a second piece of toast.
“I am trying my best,” answered Lola, “but she

him all my life, and now I am really going to see him.”
“I, myself,” said the Doctor, “have only seen him

this,” assumed her father.
“Well,” replied Lola rather timidly, “I have my suspicions.”
“Oh, this love business,” groaned the Doctor in

for a moment that it must be Dick Fenway.”
“Father,” she protested, “it isn’t at all like you to be

her mother and of what her love had been to him.
In all the world I think there is no stronger tie, no

I can’t read it.” Lola turned quickly to her.
“Shall I read it for you?”
“Thank you, Miss, I knew you would, but I’d be

you to me, so no more from,
“‘Yours respectfully,
“‘Wm. Barnes.’”
“Ain’t that a fine letter?” said Maria, with great

appreciate all he tells about the countries he visits.”
“It is a very fine letter, I am sure, Maria, and he

An ill woman lies in bed, surrouned by children. A man greets a young woman.
LOLA VISITS THE MOONEY FAMILY.

great his fear was of her father, she had none at all.
“Oh, yes,” she replied, smiling, “and he is perfectly

of the bone, but father hopes to be able to help her.”
“Poor little girl,” said John, as he offered her a

out to her, but she shrank back, afraid.
“Oh, no! Why, you just got them yourself.”
“He doesn’t mind, do you?” Lola demanded of

myself to a jealous old Ogre, am I?” she inquired.
“Fenway,” said John bluntly, “has a wife in Cleveland.”
The Doc

The story of a young woman who is a snobby, ill woman and a man who is perfectly of the bone.

Lola, A fairy in the Enchanted Forest meets a troll that is in a desperate state. In her attempt to help, she finds herself in trouble with no way out! Tibble the troll is convinced that the tiny fairy is the answer to everything he wants but finds out that being an angry troll gets him nowhere. In the end Lola realized that the power of forgiveness can change her heart as well as the trolls.
"Lola is a truly enchanting story with characters that will grab a child's attention from the first page. This story is filled with teachable moments about treating others kindly and forgiveness. The disc


The Red Inn

In I know not what year a Parisian banker, who had very extensive
      commercial relations with Germany, was entertaining at dinner one of those
      friends whom men of business often make in the markets of the world
      through correspondence; a man hitherto personally unknown to him. This
      friend, the head of a rather important house in Nuremburg, was a stout
      worthy German, a man of taste and erudition, above all a man of pipes,
      having a fine, broad, Nuremburgian face, with a square open forehead
      adorned by a few sparse locks of yellowish hair. He was the type of the
      sons of that pure and noble Germany, so fertile in honorable natures,
      whose peaceful manners and morals have never been lost, even after seven
      invasions.

This stranger laughed with simplicity, listened attentively, and drank
      remarkably well, seeming to like champagne as much perhaps as he liked his
      straw-colored Johannisburger. His name was Hermann, which is that of most
      Germans whom authors bring upon their scene. Like a man who does nothing
      frivolously, he was sitting squarely at the banker's table and eating with
      that Teutonic appetite so celebrated throughout Europe, saying, in fact, a
      conscientious farewell to the cookery of the great Careme.

To do honor to his guest the master of the house had invited a few
      intimate friends, capitalists or merchants, and several agreeable and
      pretty women, whose pleasant chatter and frank manners were in harmony
      with German cordiality. Really, if you could have seen, as I saw, this
      joyous gathering of persons who had drawn in their commercial claws, and
      were speculating only on the pleasures of life, you would have found no
      cause to hate usurious discounts, or to curse bankruptcies. Mankind can't
      always be doing evil. Even in the society of pirates one might find a few
      sweet hours during which we could fancy

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When I had long examined that puzzling face I began to reflect about it. "Is he ill?" I said to myself. "Has he drunk too much wine? Is he ruined by a drop in the Funds? Is he thinking how to cheat his creditors?"


Criminal

Appendix—
A. Explanation of Plates
303
B. The Congress of Criminal Anthropology at Paris
307
C. The International Association of Penal Law
316
D. Some Cases of Criminality
318
E. Elmira
329

person who cares about the reasonable organisation of social life.
I would willingly have given the task to abler hands. But I found no one

first of all, to enumerate the chief varieties.
There is the political criminal. By this term is meant the victim of an

complain that he in his turn becomes the victim of a social reaction.
We have also the insane criminal; that is to say, the person who, being

borderland of crime, which in a minor degree are far from uncommon.
I will now give, in some detail, the history of a more decisive and

to think that Dr. Griffiths regarded him with dislike or suspicion.
The child seems then to have been born of a failing and degenerating

be able to put our hands on some definite organically morbid spot.
The instinctive criminal, in his fully developed form, is a moral monster.

monster. It is not, however, always possible to make these distinctions.
The professional criminal, though not of modern development, adapts

causes and nature of this vast field of crime may be approached.
[Pg 24]There are, first, the cosmic causes of crime; that is to say, all the

[Pg 26]
CHAPTER II.
THE STUDY OF THE CRIMINAL.
When Homer described Thersites as ugly and deformed, with harsh or scanty

φοζὸς ἔην κεφαλὴν, ψεδνὴ δ’ ἐπενήνοθε λάχνη
—he furnished evidence as to the existence of a criminal type of man.

worse than the itch.” Such are a few that might be easily increased.
At a very early period such popular generalisations as these were embodied

most important moment in the development of our knowledge of the brain.
Before speaking of Gall, however, it is necessary to give a word, in

the effects of its varying development on the skull.
For Gall the varying development of the brain was the cause of the

Les Fonctions du Cerveau (1822)

The emergence of the criminal as a moral monster is discussed in detail.

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Smoky the Cow Horse

unacquainted with, no good would ever come of the meeting.
With me, my weakness lays towards the horse. My life, from the time

footed or tired, and he'll keep on a going for the human till he drops.
The horse is not appreciated and never will be appreciated enough,—few

is just a horse, but all horse, and that I think is enough said.
As for Clint, the cowboy who "started" Smoky, he's no exception either.

what can show feelings for a horse the same as Clint done.
But Smoky met other humans besides Clint, many others, and of all

I.A Range Colt
II.Smoky Meets the Human
III.Where the Trails Fork
IV.The End of a Rope
V.The Bronc Twister Steps Up
VI."The Squeak of Leather"
VII.Smoky Shows His Feelings
VIII.Smoky Starts Out
IX.Fights for Rights
X."Amongst the Missing"
XI."The Feel of a Strange Hand"
XII."When the Good Leaves"
XIII."A Many-Men Horse"
XIV."Dark Clouds, then Tall Grass"

prairie butte where Smoky the colt was foaled.
"Smoky" wouldn't have fitted the colt as a name just then on account

tell that's just what he was trying to do.
That was the starting of Smoky. Pretty soon his ears begin to work

again with a heap better result than the first time.
One good thing called for another and natural like he made a sudden

quivered and buckled at the elbow, and the whole works went down.
He layed there flat on his side and breathing hard, his mammy nickered

fastened to his body and which kept a spraddling out in all directions.
The first thing to do was to gather 'em under him and try again, he did

of his strength and them long legs of his was doing a heap of shaking.
All would of been well maybe, only his mammy nickered "that's a good

came fast. Smoky was an hour and a half old and up to Stay.
The rest of that day was full of events for Smoky, he explored the

between feeds would sure make him fit to cover a lot of territory.
There wasn't a move out of him till the sun was well up and beginning

again. Smoky was ready for another day.

Clint, the cowboy who "started" Smoky, is no exception a horse.

Smoky knows only one way of life: freedom. Living on the open range, he is free to go where he wants and do what he wants. And being a smart colt, he learns what he must in order to survive. He can beat any enemy whether it be a rattlesnake or a hungry wolf. He is as much a part of the Wild West as it is of him, and Smokey can't imagine anything else.
But then he comes across a new enemy, one that walks on two legs and makes funny sounds. Smoky can't beat this enemy like he has all the others. But does he really want to beat it? Or could giving up some of his freedom mean getting something els


“foci.” These respective centres are indicated by Destutt de Tracy,[2] the disciple of Condillac on the one hand, and by

professed by Cousin and officially favoured in France at that time.[6] By his adverse criticism of Cousin and the Eclectic

interest displayed in his work (due partly to the work of Bichat[17]), and in his idea of a Travail de Création.

belief, or certainty, we must turn to the will to create beliefs, for no evidence or previous truths exist for us.

same act, which is both present to each moment and above them all.[39] Here psychology appears as the science of

aussi bien pour les corps vivants que pour les corps bruts.”[4] In Taine and the school of scientists like Bernard,

measure would be to moralise our modern notion of the state.[10] In the notes to his last chapter of the Nouvelle

being those of education or mental development and the “right to work.”[1] He foresaw, as did Renan, that Culture and Economic

statement of his ethical doctrines was not written until the year 1907,[29] but long before the conclusion of the nineteenth

realisation. This is the great need of our time, Fouillée rightly urges.[31] Such a morality contains in a more concentrated

can stretch out a hand to him who weeps at our feet.”[34] In other words, we must do the duty that lies

opinion, than the rigorism of a Kant or the “scholastic”[35] temper of a Renouvier. Charity or love for all men,

Roman Church, and it was equally obnoxious in its tyrannical attitude.[11] While it professed to express humanity and love as

but we must refrain from all that savours of anti- religious fanaticism.[33] He himself speaks with great respect of a

Some monographs on Bergson: Le Roy (1912), Maritain (1914) in France, Meckauer (1917) in Germany, and for the English reader Lindsay (1911), Stewart (1911), Carr (1912), Cunningham (1916), and Gunn (1920).

In the latest edition the complete Essais de Critique générale are only ten volumes, as follows: Logic, 2; Psychology, 2; Pri

The epoch of the French Revolution is a time when the world was dominated by the bourgeoisie. The revolution was a period of political and economic turmoil, and the emergence of the communist regime was accompanied by the rise of the fascist movement.

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The Road to Oz (Oz, #5)

Joslyn Stanton Baum
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To my readers: Well, my dears, here is what you have asked for: another

and the writer cannot change it much without spoiling it.
In the preface to "Dorothy and the Wizard in Oz" I said I would like to

please the children I shall try to respect their wishes.
There are some new characters in this book that ought to win your love.

you write and tell me how you like them.
Since this book was written I have received some very remarkable news

book will be the last story that will ever be told about the Land of Oz.
L Frank Baum.
Coronado, 1909.
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1.The Way to Butterfield
2.Dorothy Meets Button-bright
3.A Queer Village
4.King Dox
5.The Rainbow's Daughter
6.The City of Beasts
7.The Shaggy Man's Transformation
8.The Musicker
9.Facing the Scoodlers
10.Escaping the Soup-kettle
11.Johnny Dooit Does It
12.The Deadly Desert Crossed
13.The Truth Pond
14.Tik-Tok and Billina
15.The Emperor's Tin Castle
16.Visiting the Pumpkin-Field
17.The Royal Chariot Arrives
18.The Emerald City
19.The Shaggy Man's Welcome
20.Princess Ozma of Oz
21.Dorothy Receives the Guests
22.Important Arrivals
23.The Grand Banquet
24.The Birthday Celebration

twinkle in his eye that seemed pleasant.
"Oh, yes," she replied; "I can tell you. But it isn't this road at all."
"No?"
"You cross the ten-acre lot, follow the lane to the highway, go north to

the five branches, and take—let me see—"
"To be sure, miss; see as far as Butterfield, if you like," said the

branch by the gopher holes; or else——"
"Won't any of 'em do, miss?"
"'Course not, Shaggy Man. You must take the right road to get to

Butterfield."
"And is that the one by the gopher stump, or——"
"Dear me!" cried Dorothy; "I shall have to show you the way; you're so

stupid. Wait a minute till I run in the house and get my sunbonnet."
The shaggy man waited. He had an oat-straw in his mouth, which he chewed

them.
"My, but you're clumsy!" said the little g

The story of Dorothy and her famished family is told in the context of the Ozma legend.

Meet Dorothy's new friends, the Shaggy Man, Button Bright and Polychrome, as you travel with them to the Emerald City. Share their adventures with the Musicker and the Scoodlers. See how they escape from the Soup-Kettle and what they found at the Truth Pond. Find out how they are able to cross the Deadly Desert and finally get to the Emerald City of Oz.


The Puppet Show of Memory

irradiated the nursery to me for at least two years.
The curtain then falls and rises again on the nursery of

the devil to compel him to cry out: “Verweile, Du bist schön.”
It is the moment that the great poets have sometimes caught

of triumph in the tears; attrition, perhaps, but no contrition.
When we got to be a little older … older than what? I

saw why, although no doubt he enjoyed the riddle.
I have already said that I cannot fix any line of division

which must have belonged to the pre-schoolroom period.
One incident which stands out clearly in my mind is that of

would take to save enough sixpences to make fifty shillings.
One evening, when we were at Coombe, in the summer, I was

which she recited, rolling her eyes in a menacing attitude.
“Lord Ullin’s Daughter,” said with the help of Susan, whose

claret, and a water biscuit. She also taught other families.
At Coombe the schoolroom looked out on the lawn, a long, flat

of bees, and a smell of summer, tea-roses and of hayfields.
On certain days of the week Mademoiselle Ida Henry used to

the dream that I would be a violinist, but I showed no aptitude.
My first music lesson I received from Mademoiselle Ida over

sometimes they used to listen when Chérie read aloud after tea.
Echoes of the popular songs of the day reached both the

where is my little wee Dog?” with its haunting refrain.
Later we used to sing in chorus and dancing a pas de trois, a

happiness.
But I will begin with London first.
This was the routine of life. We all had breakfast at nine

House, and Hugo was five years old and still in the nursery.
After breakfast, at about a quarter to ten, my father drove

lasted from eleven, I think, till two, in the schoolroom.
The schoolroom was a long room with three windows looking

Dorothy used to say that Mr. Gladstone was a dreadful man.
Mr. Alfred Montgomery was a luncheon visitor, and one

her a pound she would learn it in a month’s time (and she did).
There were two courses at l

The first book in the series of books by the author, a collection of short stories and poems by the poets, is a story of a young woman who is swept away by the world of poetry. She is unable to find her way back to the world, but she is able to find herself in the world.

Maurice Baring (1874-1945) was a versatile English man of letters, known as a dramatist, poet, novelist, translator and essayist, and also as a travel writer and war correspondent. The Puppet Show of Memory is an autobiography.


Sentiment, Inc.

with it?" he asked. "For a professional monicker, I mean."
She laughed and shook the long hair back over her shoulders. "I

wanted to live under the name of Sanders," she explained.
"Oh—oh, yes, of course. Winnie the Pooh." He grinned. "Soulmates,

don't think you have to be jealous, honey. 'Bye now."
Fraser lit his pipe with a certain smugness. Snyder was several times

Judy called Fraser up. "Hi," she said breathlessly. "Busy tonight?"
"Well, I was hoping I'd be, if you get what I mean," he said.
"Look, I want to take you out for a change. Just got some unexpected

money and dammit, I want to feel rich for one evening."
"Hmmm—" He scowled into the phone. "I dunno—"
"Oh, get off it, Galahad. I'll meet you in the Dixie lobby at seven.

details. "Did you get a bonus, or what?"
"No." She laughed at him over her drink. "I've turned guinea pig."
"I hope you quit that job before we're married!"
"It's a funny deal," she said thoughtfully. "It'd interest you. I've been

needed to drive me into your arms, Colin, it's his political lectures."
"Well, bless the Republican Party!" He laid his hand over hers, she

didn't withdraw it, but she frowned just a little.
"Colin, you know I want to get somewhere before I marry—see a bit

so—Oh, never mind. I like you anyway."
Sipping her drink and setting it down again: "Well, to carry on with

two hours each time—and I'd get a hundred dollars per session."
"Hm," said Fraser. "I didn't know psych research was that well-heeled.

about it."
"Sure," he said. "You had a session already?"
"Yes, my first was today. It's a funny place to do research—Kennedy's

Beautiful office. The name of his outfit is Sentiment, Inc."
"Hm. Why should a research-team take such a name? Well, go on."
"Oh, there isn't much else to tell. Kennedy was very nice. He took

pictures."
"Oscilloscopes. You'll never make a scientist, my dear."
She grinned. "But I know one scientist who'd like to—Never mind!

wasn't till the end of the week that he cal

The first book in the series of books about psych research.

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Kepler

Johann Kepler, born 1571;
school at Maulbronn, 1586;
University of Tübingen, 1589;
M.A. of Tübingen, 1591;
Professor at Gratz, 1594;
“Prodromus,” with “Mysterium Cosmographicum,” published 1596;
first marriage, 1597;
joins Tycho Brahe at Prague, 1600;
death of Tycho, 1601;
Kepler’s optics, 1603;
Nova, 1604;
on Comets, 1607;
Commentary on Mars, including First and Second Laws, 1609;
Professor at Linz, 1612;
second marriage, 1613;
Third Law discovered, 1618;
Epitome of Copernican Astronomy, 1618-1621;
Rudolphine Tables published, 1627;
died, 1630.

plane, besides being in conjunction or opposition with the sun.
Epicycle: A point moving on the circumference of a circle

full moon and is a maximum at first and last quarter.
Excentric:
As an alternative to epicycles, planets whose motion round

point some distance from the earth called the excentric.
Geocentric:
Referred to the centre of the earth; e.g. Ptolemy’s theory.
Heliocentric:
Referred to the centre of the sun; e.g. the theory

plane with the ecliptic is the line of nodes.
Occultation:
Usually means when a planet or star is hidden by the moon,

satellite by a planet or of one planet by another.
Opposition
v. Conjunction.
Parallax:
The error introduced by observing from some point other than

the earth and not from the sun.
Perigee:
The point in the orbit of a celestial body when it is nearest

Observing the ecliptic of the Comets, we find that the orbit of the planet is a point in the orbital plane of a celestial body when it is nearest to the earth.

Johannes Kepler, master mathematician and astronomer, developed his theories in 16th century pre-Renaissance Germany. His work laid the foundation on which his successors, notably Isaac Newton, built the modern picture of the universe, that held until Einstein.
The author shows us a Rabelaisian world...chaotic, muddled, and dirty. Kepler's famly mirrored this disorder, and he retreated into his own cerebrations for relief. Kepler took the theories of his time and stood them on their head. He extracted truth from superstition, and this story, in Banville's hands, is a triumph, heroic and exuber


Winchester: History You Can See

The Close Gate
The City Bridge
Winchester Cathedral from the Deanery Gardens
Wykeham's Chantry
The Butter Cross
Entrance to the Deanery
Winchester College: The Outer Gateway from "Arcadia"
The Cloisters, Winchester College
Ruins of Wolvesey Castle
Beaufort Tower and Ambulatory, St. Cross
St. Cross from the Meadows
The Brethren's Hall, St. Cross
Plan of Winchester Cathedral

king to let him appear as the English champion.
THE CITY BRIDGE
THE CITY BRIDGE
This singular combat, which was to decide the

"St. Swithun's Day, if thou dost rain,
For forty days it will remain:
St. Swithun's Day, if thou be fair,
For forty days 't will rain nae mair."

blessed with fine weather.
WINCHESTER CATHEDRAL FROM THE DEANERY GARDENS
WINCHESTER CATHEDRAL FROM THE DEANERY GARDENS
Foreign pilgrims coming from Normandy and Brittany,

of history.
To quote the authors of Historic Winchester:
"There was a great stir in the old city when the day of

were made is incorporated in the base of the obelisk.
The West Gate is the only one that remains of the

and near the bank of the river, is one of great charm.
It is when the nave is entered that the full beauty

"Lord Cardinal, if thou think'st on Heaven's bliss
Hold up thy hand: make signal of thy hope.
He dies, and makes no sign!"

those of Queen Emma.
ENTRANCE TO THE DEANERY
ENTRANCE TO THE DEANERY
The visitor will not fail to have pointed out to

institutions in Saxon days.
WINCHESTER COLLEGE: THE OUTER GATEWAY FROM ARCADIA
WINCHESTER COLLEGE: THE OUTER GATEWAY FROM "ARCADIA"
Wykeham's idea in founding these two colleges

waters of the Isis and the Itchen.
THE CLOISTERS, WINCHESTER COLLEGE
THE CLOISTERS, WINCHESTER COLLEGE
Returning to the Butter Cross, the Piazza adjoining

reduced to a heap of ruins by Cromwell.
RUINS OF WOLVESEY CASTLE
RUINS OF WOLVESEY CASTLE
Beyond the City Bridge rises St. Giles's Hill, named

building itself was subsequently restored to the Corporation.
BEAUFORT TOWER AND AMBULATO

The first book in the series of novels by the author, "The Last Book of the Novels" is a collection of short stories and essays by the writer. It is based on the novel of the same name by the same author.

Winchester offers a veritable feast of history, much of it unrecognized by 21st century visitors. This history of the Saxon capital of Wessex is told through evocative photographs of its buildings and intricate nooks and crannies. Brought to life with intriguing accounts are: St Catherine's Hill, the site of a hill fort in 150 bc; the Peninsula Barracks, once a military establishment and now home to a range of museums; Winchester College, built in 1352, and its 14th-century gothic chapel; Winchester Cathedral, parts of which date from 1079; the resting place of novelist Jane Austen; the workin


The Mystery of Easter Island

a few notes of such history have been included.
In dealing with the main topic of the work, an endeavour has

has been possible to go again through the large collection of notes.
It is fairly obvious why the writing of this story has fallen to

most valuable time to our vocabularies of the language.
With regard to our journeyings and labours in the field, we are

the negative of fig. 65, taken at our request.
It has been impossible in the compass of this book to express

any rate, a chance to repair shortcomings.
It was felt in writing this volume that it was best to leave

illustrated by some hundreds of sketches and negatives.
The only account of this kind which has so far been available

makers of the statues; this is, of course, the crucial point.
Now that this stage is reached, the problem at once falls into

the successive waves of migration which have passed through it.
On this large and difficult subject many able minds are at

island, we hope in these ways to learn when and how it began.
There is much we shall never know—the thoughts which

Refitting at Talcahuano—Trip to Santiago and across the Summit of the Andes—Valparaiso—To Juan Fernandez—Typhoid on Board—Back to Chile—Juan Fernandez again.

A Visit from Von Spee—First news of the War—S. R. goes to Chile—The Prinz Eitel Friedrich—Return of Mana—Departure of the Expedition.

Form of the Easter Island Image—Position and Number of the Ahu—Design and Construction of the Image Ahu—Reconstruction and Transformation—The Semi-pyramid Ahu—The Overthrow of the Images and Destruction of the Ahu.

Sources of Information: History, Recent Remains, Living Memory—Mode of Life: Habitations, Food, Dress and Ornament—Social Life: Divisions, Wars, Marriages, Burial Customs, Social Functions.

Catching Turtle—The Island of Socorro and what we found there—The tale of a Russian Finn—Quibo Island—Suffering of the Natives from Elephantiasis—A Haul with the Seine.

Navigation of the Gulf of Panama—Balboa and the City o

The first book in the series of books by the author, "The Adventures of a Man" is a collection of stories that are told in the context of the life of Claudette.

We set to work to excavate some of the statues which stood on the slope of the Raraku mountain. The natives were entirely indifferent whether they worked or not, but by paying high wages and giving any quantity of mutton, we were able at this time to get a certain amount of precarious labour for digging and camp work. The whole lot, including my maid-servant, went in for every week-end to the village, and it was always a matter of anxiety to know whether they would ever return. -from Chapter XII Western anthropology's first in-depth look at an isolated culture is also a daring adventure story


Complete poetical works

Although Bret Harte's name is identified with Californian life, it was not
      till he was fifteen that the author of "Plain Language from Truthful
      James" saw the country of his adoption. Francis Bret Harte, to give the
      full name which he carried till he became famous, was born at Albany, New
      York, August 25, 1839. He went with his widowed mother to California in
      1854, and was thrown as a young man into the hurly-burly which he more
      than any other writer has made real to distant and later people. He was by
      turns a miner, school-teacher, express messenger, printer, and journalist.
      The types which live again in his pages are thus not only what he
      observed, but what he himself impersonated in his own experience.

He began trying his pen in The Golden Era of San Francisco, where he was
      working as a compositor; and when The Californian, edited by Charles Henry
      Webb, was started in 1864 as a literary newspaper, he was one of a group
      of brilliant young fellows—Mark Twain, Charles Warren Stoddard, Webb
      himself, and Prentice Mulford—who gave at once a new interest in
      California beside what mining and agriculture caused. Here in an early
      number appeared "The Ballad of the Emeu," and he contributed many poems,
      grave and gay, as well as prose in a great variety of form. At the same
      time he was appointed Secretary of the United States Branch Mint at San
      Francisco, holding the office till 1870.

"No one," says his old friend, Mr. Stoddard, "who knows Mr. Harte, and
      knew the California of his day, wonders that he left it as he did. Eastern
      editors were crying for his work. Cities vied with one another in the
      offer of tempting bait. When he turned his back on San Francisco, and
      started for Boston, he began a tour that the greatest author of any age
      might have been proud of. It was a veritable ovation that swelled from sea

The first book in the series of books by Francis Bret Harte, a writer who was born at Albany, New York, August 25, 1839.

This edition by the poet's grandson, Ernest Hartley Coleridge, this book contains a complete and authoritative text of Coleridge's poems, together with notes detailing variants from early editions, manuscript drafts, and alternative versions.


The Oxford Book of Ballads

the best. How could I give him the best in my power?
There is only one way. It was Scott’s way, and the

Half-owre, half-owre to Aberdour,
’Tis fifty fathoms deep;
And there lies gude Sir Patrick Spens,
Wi’ the Scots lords at his feet!

‘O Earl Bran’, I see your heart’s bloud!’—
Ay lally, o lilly lally
‘It’s na but the glent o’ my scarlet hood’
All i’ the night sae early.

Then up bespake the bride’s mother—
She never was heard to speak so free:
‘Ye’ll not forsake my only daughter,
Though Susie Pye has cross’d the sea.’

Rise up, rise up, brother Dives,
And go with us to see
A dismal place, prepared in hell,
To sit on a serpent’s knee.

There was slayne upon the English part
For sooth as I you say,
Of ninè thousand English men
Five hundred came away.

May Margaret sits in her bower door
Sewing her silken seam;
She heard a note in Elmond’s wood,
And wish’d she there had been.

She loot the seam fa’ frae her side,
The needle to her tae,
And she is on to Elmond’s wood
As fast as she could gae.

PART I
 BOOK I
NO.
PAGE
1.
Thomas the Rhymer
1
2.
Tam Lin
4
3.
Sir Cawline
14
4.
Sir Aldingar
20
5.
Cospatrick
29
6.
Willy’s Lady
36
7.
The Queen of Elfland’s Nourice
41
8.
Lady Isabel and the Elf-Knight
43
9.
The Riddling Knight
46
10.
May Colvin
47
11.
The Wee Wee Man
51
12.
Alison Gross
52
13.
Kemp Owyne
55
14.
The Laily Worm
59
15.
King Orfeo
62
16.
King Henry
64
17.
The Boy and the Mantle
68
18.
King Arthur and King Cornwall
75
19.
The Marriage of Sir Gawain
88
20.
Bonnie Annie
98
21.
Brown Robyn’s Confession
100[Pg xviii]
22.
The Cruel Mother
102
23.
Binnorie
104
24.
The Broomfield Hill
107
25.
Earl Mar’s Daughter
110
26.
Proud Lady Margaret
116
27.
Clerk Saunders
118
28.
The Daemon Lover
123
29.
Clerk Colven
126
30.
Young Hunting
129
31.
The Great Silkie of Sule Skerrie
135
32.
The Wife of Usher’s Well
136
33.
A Lyk

The story of the sailor who was a part of the Royal Navy, and the surviving crew of the ship, is told in a series of flashbacks.

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Some Do Not... (Parade's End #1)

friendships are a frequent guarantee of their lasting texture.
The youngest son of a Yorkshire country gentleman, Tietjens himself was

his chambers for Tietjens when in turn he came to Town.
With a Scots young man such a position had been perfectly possible.

get through the University," and his mother would answer:
"Yes, my dear. How much?"
With an English young man of the lower orders that would have left a

minutes of silence had said:
"You will divorce?"
Christopher had answered:
"No! No one but a blackguard would ever submit a woman to the ordeal of

divorce."
Mr. Tietjens had suggested that, and after an interval had asked:
"You will permit her to divorce you?"
He had answered:
"If she wishes it. There's the child to be considered." Mr. Tietjens

answered:
"If it can be done without friction."
Mr. Tietjens had commented only:
"Ah!" Some minutes later he had said:
"Your mother's very well." Then: "That motor-plough didn't

answer," and then: "I shall be dining at the club."
Christopher said:
"May I bring Macmaster in, sir? You said you would put him up."
Mr. Tietjens answered:
"Yes, do. Old General ffolliott will be there. He'll second him. He'd

He had three other sons and two daughters, and was now sixty-one.
To his sister Effie, on the day after his wife's elopement, Christopher

save a maid, and I'll pay their board and a bit over."
The voice of his sister—from Yorkshire—had answered:
"Certainly, Christopher." She was the wife of a vicar, near Groby, and

she had several children.
To Macmaster Tietjens had said:
"Sylvia has left me with that fellow Perowne."
Macmaster had answered only: "Ah!"
Tietjens had continued:
"I'm letting the house and warehousing the furniture. Tommie is going to

my sister Effie. Marchant is going with him."
Macmaster had said:
"Then you'll be wanting your old rooms." Macmaster occupied a very large

moved down from the attic to the bedroom formerly occupied by Tietjens.
Tietjens said:
"I'll come in

The first book in the series of novels by the author of the novel "The Last Word" (1996), "The First Word" is a collection of short stories written by the writer of the first book of the series. It is based on the story of the same name by the same author.

This early work by Ford Madox Ford was originally published in 1924 and we are now republishing it with a brand new introduction. This is part one of Ford's hugely successful Parade's End tetralogy that has now been adapted into a BBC television drama.
Follows the story of Christopher Tietjens, "the last English Tory," after the firstWorld War.. he is forced to choose between allegiance to an outmoded code of honor and personal survival in a corrupt age.


Dorothy Dale's Camping Days

"Oh, my!" exclaimed one girl.
"Oh, mine!" amended another.
"Oh, ours!" called out a third.
Then there was one awful bump, and the chorus was understood.
The old-style hay wagon, which was like a big crib, wobbled from side

threat, to roll over in the direction toward which it wobbled.
"If you young ladies care to ride any farther," called out a man from

the holes in the bottom of this autymobile."
He chuckled at his own joke. The holes were only too apparent to the

begged to be allowed to do her own experimenting with them.
"He laughs best who laughs least," misquoted Dorothy, as the wagon

to have the wagon make it in solo. I have had a try of that sort."
"Now say your prayers, Nita," ordered Tavia, "and don't forget to

girls from Glenwood ever go out without having 'something happen'?"
The old man was pulling at the reins, but his horses were starting to

wagon.
"Oh, hold them!" pleaded Nita.
"Let them run," suggested Tavia. "It will be over sooner!"
"Mercy!" exclaimed Dorothy, "there's a river!"
This remark was followed by a most significant pause. Evidently even

and it hurts our ears."
"Is there no brake?" wailed Nita.
"There is likely to be one soon," Tavia assured her.
The girls were becoming more and more alarmed, and only Tavia kept up

determined to "take chances" with him.
Tavia did deign to sit up and notice the rate of speed the old horses

too near the river.
Suddenly there was a crash, and then the horses bolted!
"Something snapped!" called Dorothy. "Something is broken!"
No need to announce this, for, with the ominous sound, one of the

wagon along by the straps that had withstood the jerks and plunges.
"Oh, we will be killed!" screamed Nita, "There's the river!"
The girls made ready to jump.
"Don't!" begged Dorothy. "You will be dragged along in this stuff. You

loose, it might not be so dangerous to fall over in all that hay!
A shriek from Nita turned all eyes to her. "The man!" she screamed.

scarcely concealed by the f

The story of a young woman who is a hay wagon owner and has been a member of the Glenwood family for many years. She is unable to find her way out of the holes in the bottom of the autymobile. She has been forced to take a ride on the wagon, which is reminiscent of the old-style hay - wagon.

Margaret Penrose was a house pseudonym used by the Stratemeyer Syndicate. This name was used for books like Dorothy Dale (1908), Dorothy Dale at Glenwood School (1908), Dorothy Dale's Great Secret (1909), Dorothy Dale and Her Chums (1909), Dorothy Dale's Queer Holidays (1910), The Motor Girls (1910), The Motor Girls on a Tour (1910), Dorothy Dale's Camping Days (1911), The Motor Girls at Lookout Beach (1911), The Motor Girls Through New England (1911), The Motor Girls on Cedar Lake (1912), Dorothy Dale's School Rivals (1912), Dorothy Dale in the City (1913), The Motor Girls on the Coast (1913)


An Essay on the Trial By Jury

CHAPTER I.
THE RIGHT OF JURIES TO JUDGE OF THE JUSTICE OF LAWS.
SECTION I.[Pg 5]
For more than six hundred years—that is, since Magna Carta, in

resisting the execution of, such laws.
Unless such be the right and duty of jurors, it is plain that, instead

trial by jury is, and what is its object.
"The trial by jury," then, is a "trial by the country"—that is, by the

corresponds to their highest notions of freedom.
To secure this right of the people to judge of their own liberties

to maintain its own laws, and accomplish its own purposes.
It is supposed that, if twelve men be taken, by lot, from the mass of

with the oppressor—that is, with the government.
It is fairly presumable that such a tribunal will agree to no conviction

oppressions which the government may not authorize by law.
The jury are also to judge whether the laws are rightly expounded to

taken from them by brute force, without any law at all.
The jury must also judge of the laws of evidence. If the government can

would therefore be arraying the people against themselves.
There are two answers to such an argument.
One answer is, that, in a representative government, there is no

their liberties unreservedly into the hands of the government.
It is of no avail to say, in answer to this view of the case, that in

to determine that question for itself?
Neither is it of any avail to say, that, if the government abuse its

after more or less injustice has been irreparably done.
But, at best, the right of suffrage can be exercised only periodically;

of tyranny, are capable of perjury to sustain it.[Pg 15]
The conclusion, therefore, is, that any government, that can, for a

impunity, by whomsoever pleases to transgress or resist it.[3]
The trial by jury authorizes all this, or it is a sham and a hoax,

are nevertheless known to the law only as slaves.
That this right of resistance was recognized as a common law right, when

by the nature of the trial itself, but is acknowledged by histo

The trial by jury is a case of the tyranny of the government. Its purpose is to determine whether the government can be oppressed, and its ultimate aim is to demonstrate that the government is not oppresse.

Lysander Spooner was an 18th century libertarian, individualist anarchist, entrepreneur, political philosopher, abolitionist, supporter of the labor movement, and legal theorist. He founded the American Letter Main Company and tried to compete with the US post office until forced to stop by the US government. In the Essay on the Trial By Jury Spooner argues for "Jury Nullification," which says that in a free society a jury has the authority to rule on the facts of the case, and can rule on the legitimacy of the law under which the case is tried. This would allow juries to refuse to convict a p


Uncle Silas: A Tale of Bartram-Haugh

gathered from the fireside talk of old retainers in the nursery.
[pg 02]
I am sure my father loved me, and I know I loved him. With

expected him to dinner, and to stay for some days.
'I guess he's one of those creatures, dear, for I mentioned his

resentment of which he was quite unconscious.
His stay was not very long; not one of us divined the object

en suite, in which were some of his theological books.
The day after Mr. Bryerly's arrival, I was about to see whether

something quickly in the breast of his coat.
My father stood up also, looking paler, I think, than I ever

over my father, which very much alarmed me.
I fancied all sorts of dangers in the enigmatical smile of the

very uninstructed as to the limits of the marvellous.
I mentioned it to no one. But I was immensely relieved when

it was upon this occurrence that my mind was now employed.
Some one said that Dr. Johnson resembled a ghost, who must

and relations, and found no such rule in force anywhere else.
As I leaned back in my chair thinking, this phantasm of my

looking fixedly on me, from less than a yard away.
After I saw him, he continued to regard me for a second or

carved oak. In front of this he stopped.
He had odd, absent ways, and talked more to himself, I believe,

thumb, as he deliberated.
I knew him too well, of course, to interpose a word.
'They are easily frightened—ay, they are. I'd better do it

another way.'
And pausing, he looked in my face as he might upon a picture.
'They are—yes—I had better do it another way—another way;

a second or two, 'Remember this key.'
It was oddly shaped, and unlike others.
'Yes, sir.' I always called him 'sir.'
'It opens that,' and he tapped it sharply on the door of the

sense—giddy. You say, you'll remember?'
'Yes, sir.'
'It behoves you.'
He turned round and looked full upon me, like a man who

understand, in my absence.'
'Yes, sir.'
So he kissed me on the forehead, and said—
'Let us return.'
Which, accordingly, we did, i

The epoch of the first book in the series is marked by the discovery of a new book, which is a collection of stories that have been published in the past.

Silas Rutvyn is something of a riddle. To some, including his niece, he is something of a ghost. There are, however, no simple answers. As Le Fanu gradually unfolds the layers of this story, we are irresistibly drawn into his world. From the writer of such works asThrough a Glass Darkly,and The House by the Churchyard,this eerie and chilling tale is one of the finest examples of his art.


The Promise of American Life

CHAPTER I
I
WHAT IS THE PROMISE OF AMERICAN LIFE?
The average American is nothing if not patriotic. "The Americans are

other European countries more as a warning than as an example.
The higher American patriotism, on the other hand, combines loyalty to

which the fulfillment of the Promise demands.
The distinction between the two aspects of America as a Land of Promise

made, American life will gradually cease to have any specific Promise.
The only fruitful promise of which the life of any individual or any

the Promise of American life.
II
HOW THE PROMISE HAS BEEN REALIZED
All the conditions of American life have tended to encourage an easy,

different nature rewarded by ample subsistence. This is an American."
Although the foregoing is one of the first, it is also one of the most

that Americans are not destined to renounce, but to enjoy.
Let it be immediately added, however, that this economic independence

to civilization.
III
HOW THE PROMISE IS TO BE REALIZED
In the preceding section I have been seeking to render justice to the

noble theory of which these sins are a glaring violation.
I have quoted from Mr. Muirhead, not because his antithetic

purpose, the fulfillment of which is a matter of conscious work.
The transformation of the old sense of a glorious national destiny into

word was then, and is still to a large extent, understood.
The extent of this antagonism to democracy, if not in intention at least

in both these directions without any sacrifice of integrity.
Its success has been due to the fact that its makers, with all their

of the purposes which inspired that leadership.
So far I, at least, have no fault to find with implications of

and moral achievement—to a certain kind of equality.
I do not mean to imply by the preceding statement that either Jefferson

business to flatter and obey.
III
FEDERALISM AND REPUBLICANISM AS ALLIES
It is not surprising, consequently, that Jefferson, who had been a lion

in 1801. Its fertilit

The book is a collection of essays by the author, including his most recent work, "The American Dream," which was published in 1897.

Herbert David Croly was an early 20th century American politial liberal writer. After leaving Harvard before graduating he became editor of the Architectural Record in 1900. Croly's best-known book, The Promise of American Life, was published in 1909. This work gives a manifesto of Progressive beliefs that came before the transition from competitive capitalism to corporate capitalism. It was a transition from limited government to the welfare state. Croly discusses the historical evolution of American society, including slavery, corporations, unions, centralization and democracy, and individua


Sword Blades and Poppy Seed

Three of these poems are written in a form which, so far as I know, has
      never before been attempted in English. M. Paul Fort is its inventor, and
      the results it has yielded to him are most beautiful and satisfactory.
      Perhaps it is more suited to the French language than to English. But I
      found it the only medium in which these particular poems could be written.
      It is a fluid and changing form, now prose, now verse, and permitting a
      great variety of treatment.

But the reader will see that I have not entirely abandoned the more
      classic English metres. I cannot see why, because certain manners suit
      certain emotions and subjects, it should be considered imperative for an
      author to employ no others. Schools are for those who can confine
      themselves within them. Perhaps it is a weakness in me that I cannot.

In conclusion, I would say that these remarks are in answer to many
      questions asked me by people who have happened to read some of these poems
      in periodicals. They are not for the purpose of forestalling criticism,
      nor of courting it; and they deal, as I said in the beginning, solely with
      the question of technique. For the more important part of the book, the
      poems must speak for themselves.  Amy Lowell.  May 19,
      1914.

The earliest of the earliest works of the French poets, the Histoire de la feuda, is a work of art that was published in 1848. It is based on the poem "The Histoire des féuds" by the poets of the same period, and is regarded as one of the most important works of his time.

Amy Lawrence Lowell (1874-1925) was an American poet of the imagist school from Brookline, Massachusetts who posthumously won the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry in 1926. She never attended college because it was not deemed proper for a woman by her family, but she compensated for this with her avid reading, which led to near-obsessive book-collecting. She lived as a socialite and travelled widely, turning to poetry in 1902 after being inspired by a performance of Eleonora Duse in Europe. Her first published work appeared in 1910 in Atlantic Monthly. The first published collection of her poetry, A D


Maggie: Diary #2 (California Diaries, #8)

He sat all day delivering orations, in the depths of a cushioned chair. His pocketbook deprived them of the power to retort.

Maggie was anxious for a friend to whom she could talk about Pete. She would have liked to discuss his admirable mannerisms with a reliable mutual friend. At home, she found her mother often drunk and always raving.

It seems that the world had treated this woman very badly, and she took a deep revenge upon such portions of it as came within her reach. She broke furniture as if she were at last getting her rights. She swelled with virtuous indignation as she carried the lighter articles of household use, one by one under the shadows of the three gilt balls, where Hebrews chained them with chains of interest.

Jimmie came when he was obliged to by circumstances over which he had no control. His well-trained legs brought him staggering home and put him to bed some nights when he would rather have gone elsewhere.

Swaggering Pete loomed like a golden sun to Maggie. He took her to a dime museum where rows of meek freaks astonished her. She contemplated their deformities with awe and thought them a sort of chosen tribe.

Maggie was anxious for a friend to whom she could talk about Pete. She would have liked to discuss his admirable mannerisms with a reliable mutual friend. At home, she found her mother often drunk and always raving.

It seems that the world had treated this woman very badly, and she took a deep revenge upon such portions of it as came within her reach. She broke furniture as if she were at last getting her rights. She swelled with virtuous indignation as she carried the lighter articles of household use, one by one under the shadows of the three gilt balls, where Hebrews chained them with chains of interest.

Jimmie came when he was obliged to by circumstances over which he had no control. His well-trained legs brought him staggering home and put him to bed some nights when he would rather have gone elsewhere.

Swaggering Pete loo

A symphony of the saxophone, and a collection of songs from the '60s.

If only I could be perfect.If only I could lose 10 pounds.
Then I'll be happy; then everything will be perfect.
Maggie's got an eating disorder, and it's getting worse.


Memoirs Of Emma Courtney

fostered into ruling passions, are drawn with a masterly hand.
For the subject of these Memoirs, a more universal sentiment is

thorns, or grapes of thistles?' asked a moralist and a reformer.
Every possible incident, in works of this nature, might, perhaps, be

was not his memoirs that I professed to write.
I am not sanguine respecting the success of this little publication.

consequent sufferings.—Such appears to be the constitution of man!
To shorten and meliorate your way, I have determined to sacrifice

intimately blended, are indelibly engraven on my heart.
A mystery has hitherto hung over your birth. The victim of my own

formation of my mind, or that may, probably, be useful to your's.
My father was a man of some talents, and of a superior rank in life,

Emma as a gift from heaven, to supply its place.
My father, plunged in expence and debauchery, was little moved

vessel stood a chance of being freighted till his had its full cargo.
His voyages were not long, and frequent absences and meetings

in all respects, considered as the adopted child of the family.
This prosperity received little other interruption than from my

shunned her, and returned her caresses with coldness.
The only mitigation I now felt to the anguish that had seized my

countenance, and could not believe the terrors of dissolution near.
'The last sentiment of my heart,' said he, 'is gratitude to the Being

pleasant sleep—Be a good girl, and comfort your aunt!'—
He expired without a groan, or a struggle—'His death was the

day on which he should constantly expect my attendance in Berkley-square.
Till he left the room I had not courage to raise my eyes from the

trembling steps, downcast eyes, and an averted face.
'Look up, child!' said my father, in an imperious tone. 'If you are

conscious of no crime, why all this ridiculous confusion?'
I struggled with my feelings: the tone and manner in which I was

a gentleman coolly, on the opposite side of the table.
Oh! that was not

The first book in the series of novels by the author, a collection of short stories and essays by the writer, whose main focus is the history of the American Revolution.

Memoirs of Emma Courtney is one of the most articulate and detailed expressions of the yearnings and frustrations of a woman living in late eighteenth-century English society. It questions marital arrangements and courtship rituals by depicting a woman who actively pursues the man she loves.
In this first fully annotated edition of a key sentimental novel, Hays reveals the lamentable gap between "what women are" and "what women ought to be" by exploring the links between sexaulity and desire, and economic and social freedom.


The Star Lord

to date, had become the spaceman's bible.
Captain Evans was annoyed to find that his hands were shaking as he

right, then glanced at the zodiometer on his desk. May 3, late spring.
"Powered by twenty-four total conversion Piles. Passenger capacity

been able to contrive, she was a palace to glide among the stars.
His heart beat more rapidly as he read the next section.
"Prediction: her maiden voyage will break all previous speed records,

Satellite Y, and President and Mrs. Laurier of Earth.
Swaying gently in the still air, the traditional bottle of champagne

million fragments on the floor of the satellite.
An instant's shocked silence, and then a roar of voices surged up from

and shivered.
"What a dreadful thing!" she whispered. "Does that mean bad luck?"
President Laurier had frowned at her, but the Secretary of Interstellar

and to beg good fortune of unpredictable gods.
Taking up Ley's Space Ships again, he began fondly to reread the page,

when there was a knock at the door and a crewman entered.
"Mr. Jasperson to see you, sir."
The Captain stared, a tiny mus[Pg 10]cle in his cheek quivering.
"You know I'm not to be disturbed until after takeoff, Stacey."
"Yes, sir. But Mr. Jasperson insisted. He says he knows those rules

forward and spoke softly.
"Tell Mr. Jasperson—"
"Tell him what, Josiah?" boomed a voice from the opening door. "You can

for the icy blue eyes that probed from under the dome of his forehead.
"What have you got to tell me? You're quite right not to let the ragtag

Burl Jasperson is always welcome."
With scarcely a pause, the Captain extended his hand.
"How are you, Burl? Won't you come in? I hope the Purser has taken care

crowds of people, for one thing, and then I've been busy."
"What made you decide to go along on this one?"

poured himself a glass of water.
"Ah! Nothing like a drink of cold water! The fact is, I wanted to check

manage it for us."
"I shall do my best."
"That's the spirit I like to see. Full speed

The first book in the series of books by the spaceman, Captain Evans, is a collection of stories that are told in the context of the universe.

To some passengers a maiden voyage was a pleasure cruise; to others it meant a hope for new life. Only the Captain knew of its danger!
The "Star Lord" waited, poised for her maiden voyage. The gigantic silvery spindle, still cradled in its scaffoldings, towered upwards against the artificial sky of Satellite Y.
The "Star Lord" was the perfection of modern space craft, the creation of the earth's most skilled designers and builders, the largest ship ever launched. Protected by every safety device the ingenuity of man had been able to contrive, she was a palace to glide among the stars.
She was


Clover (Flower Child, #1)

of wind from the bed of white violets under the parlor windows.
Katy and Clover Carr, sitting with their sewing on the door-steps, drew in

is the sure pledge of immortality.
It was nearly a year since Katy had come back from that too brief journey

occasions, and doubly wanted for all painful ones.
So the news of Katy's engagement was made a matter of personal concern by

attached,—"Walk straight in. He is in the parlor!"
Everybody wanted to see and know Katy's lover, and to have him as a guest.

was sorry when the leave of absence ended, and Ned had to go away.
A month later the "Natchitoches" sailed for the Bahamas. It was to be a

time, and a good deal of personal exertion.
Dear little Clover flung herself into the affair with even more interest

discernible whenever a drawer in the bureau was pulled out.
So the winter passed, and now spring was come; and the two girls on the

doorsteps were talking about the wedding, which seemed very near now.
"Tell me just what sort of an affair you want it to be," said Clover.
"It seems more your wedding than mine, you have worked so hard for it,"

replied Katy. "You might give your ideas first."
"My ideas are not very distinct. It's only lately that I have begun to

goes off well, I don't care exactly how it is managed."
"Then, since you are in such an accommodating frame of mind, it seems a

like things to be simple, and to just happen."
"But, Katy, you can't do it like that. It will all get into a snarl if

means. Don't you think it would really be nicer in that way?"
"Well, yes, as you put it, and 'viewed from the higher standard,' as Miss

doubtfully.
"Yes, indeed!"
"Have you thought what it shall be?"
"Do you recollect that beautiful white crape shawl of mamma's which papa

were here still, helping me to get ready. Don't you think so?"
"It is a lovely idea," said Clover, the ever-ready tears dimming her happy

Izzy! What troublesome little wretches we were,—I most of all!"
"Were you? Somehow I never c

The first book in the series of novels by American author and illustrator Katy Carr, this is a story of love, friendship, and the love that is woven into the fabric of her life.

On a mission to bring the love of literacy to impoverished rural children, Clover Willoughby finds herself stranded on a dry, dusty West Virginia back road. Out of gas, out of service, and out of patience, she starts walking. When she stumbles across a quaint cabin in the woods, she's relieved at her good fortune. Her relief turns to trepidation--and anticipation--when the rough, crude mountain man living there offers to assist her . . . for a price.
And he's not interested in money.
This is the first novella in a planned series. It is NOT a full-length book.
Disclaimer: this novella is for ad


Looking Back (Sword of Glastonbury, #12)

grandfather for many years and died at a great age.
At the time of my birth the only celebrity with whom

was, as well as being a very good fellow, somewhat of[8] a celebrity. He was the eldest of nine brothers who

and two governesses, and I suppose a nurse or two.[11] Anyhow, we must have taken up a good deal of the

My friend of the hammer-clothed box did the former,[13] the tuition of the latter fell to the lot of the butler.

profession a doctor or surgeon should want to call[17] himself a colonel. To my mind a captain in the Navy

with less pleasure than I do to the time I spent in the Britannia. Whilst admitting that the instruction was

in after life I have become grateful to those who[27] first introduced me to some of the wonders of the

happen very often. It has to be confessed that the Bristol was not a very fast frigate, and compared very

hove-to; but she was a very long ship for those days,[31] and by the time she was hove-to the man was some

men who were in the boats’ crews were survivors of the Captain, a vessel which was lost with nearly all hands

either of them should drown.
The next six months were passed in the Ariadne cruising in the Mediterranean; Malta, the headquarters

at any rate could never be induced to insult a woman.
Our stay at Naples was very pleasant, for our

to an end, and the autumn of 1872 saw the Ariadne on her way home. She called at Algiers and Gibraltar,

force. In the morning the gale abated, and then[38] one could get some idea of what had been going on.

keep regular watch in four reliefs; the only time[40] we ever ceased to keep watch was on being put in

connected with it.
The days and months passed by quickly enough, if[41] in somewhat monotonous fashion, until the spring of

interval had come to an end we retired like “seconds[43] out of the ring,” purposely taking as long as possible

on watch I had to go.
Our arrest lasted about a month and came to an[47] end very unexpectedly. Somehow or other (we youngsters

The book is a collection of short stories, poems, and essays by the author. It is based on the novel of the same name by the same author.

Kath has survived hell. She was captured by slavers, her family and friends were brutally murdered, and her village was razed. Everything she loved was lost, including Roger, the man who had filled her heart with unimaginable joy.
After years of recovery her focus in life is to save innocents from a similar fate. She works with a team of soldiers to protect nuns and vulnerable communities. The only thorn in her side is the partner she has been paired with - a long-haired, drunken, hollow shadow of a man. Worst of all, fate has given him the same name as her beloved.
When Kath realizes the rock


Tess of the Storm Country

bitter cold and frozen surroundings with stolid indifference.
A grim silence had reigned during which the three men had worked with

over one white blind eye, Ben Letts spoke viciously.
"Tess air that cussed," said he, "that she keeps on saying fishes can

feel when they gets cut. She air worse than that too."
"And she do say," put in Jake Brewer, grasping a large pickerel and

She air that bad too."
Ben Letts scratched his head tentatively.
"She ain't had no bringin' up," he resumed, again plying the

like a cat. Orn air a fool, I say."
"So says I too," agreed Brewer; "no wonder his shoulders air humped. But

will."
At this the industrious one turned.
"I spose ye be a hittin' at my poor Myry, Ben," he muttered. "I spose ye

dum hard to keep a girl from the wrong way, love her all ye will."
For an instant Ben Letts dropped his head.
"We always wondered who he was, but more wonder has been goin' on why ye

ain't made no offer to find the fellow."
"Ain't had no time," said the desperate cleaner of fish; "had to get

bread and beans, to say nothin' of bacon."
"But why didn't ye send the brat to the workhouse?" asked Jake.
"Satisfied" Longman, as he was called, shook his head.
"I was satisfied to let it stay," was all he answered.
"My old mammy says," offered Ben Letts, "as how yer son Ezy asked

"and Myry says that them what has ought to be satisfied."
Just then a shadow fell upon the shore of the lake near the fishermen.
"There air Tess now," muttered Letts and his two companions eyed a

feet, which dropped down beside Longman without asking whether or no.
"Cleanin' fish?" she queried.
"Can't ye see?" growled Ben.
"'Course I can," she answered; "just wondered if ye knowed yerselves."
"Where be yer dad?" queried Longman, smiling as he caught up two long

color caught the floundering fish in her dirty fingers.
"I air a hittin' the little devil on the head with a stone," said she,

belly," grinned Jake Brewer, but Ben Letts broke in.
"How be yer to

The story of a young woman who is a fisherman and a cook. She is the daughter of sailor Jake Brewer, a seaman who has been a smuggler for years. She has been the wife of ten-year-old Jake Breyer, whose father was a captain in the Royal Navy. She was the first to be married to a man who had been smitten with him.

Published in 1909, this classic romance is set in Ithaca, New York. Living in a squatters shanty, shunned by the upstanding folk of Ithaca, Tessibel is nonetheless shocked when her father, a fisherman, is accused of murder. Barefoot, beautiful, and innocent, Tess sets out to clear his name. Along the way, she meet a Cornell man.
Tess lives in a rotting shanty surrounded by fish bones. Her education is minimal. Her best friend is a toad. How can she compare with the brainy beauties he squires around?
There is a sequel, The Secrets of the Storm Country.
The book has been made into a movie starri


The New North: Contemporary Poetry from Northern Ireland

Land—Sergeant Anderson, R.N.W.M.P., the sleuth of Lesser Slave
CHAPTER III: ATHABASCA LANDING
Athabasca Landing, the Gateway of the North—English gives place to

here—Rain and reminiscences—The World's Oldest Trust
CHAPTER IV: DOWN THE ATHABASCA ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY-FIVE MILES TO GRAND RAPIDS
"Farewell, Nistow!"—The rainy deck of a "sturgeon head" under a

Athabasca—Nomenclature of the North—Sentinels of the Silence
CHAPTER V: NINETY MILES OF RAPIDS
The Go-Quick-Her takes the bit in her mouth—Mallards on the

coal and oil and gas and tar, timber and lime
CHAPTER VI: FORT CHIPEWYAN PAST AND PRESENT
Old Fort Chipewyan—In the footsteps of Mackenzie and Sir John

old books"
CHAPTER VII: LAKE ATHABASCA AND ITS FOND DU LAC
Farewell to the Mounted Police—Our blankets on the deck—Fern odours by

and the suffragette
CHAPTER VIII: FOND DU LAC TO FORT SMITH
World's records beaten on the Athabasca—Down the Slave to Smith's

while you wait.
CHAPTER X: PROVIDENCE TO SIMPSON, ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY MILES DOWN THE MACKENZIE
Drowning of De-deed—Fort Simpson, the old headquarters—A mouldy

first year of Victoria the Good.
CHAPTER XI: FORT GOOD HOPE ON THE ARCTIC CIRCLE
Tenny Gouley tells us things—Mackenzie River, past and present—The

more—Potatoes on the Circle—The Little Church of the Open Door
CHAPTER XII: ARCTIC RED RIVER AND ITS ESKIMO
Arctic Red River—Wilfrid Laurier, the merger—Mrs. Ila-la-Rocko, the

bladder and enthusiasm—Education that makes for manliness
CHAPTER XIII: FORT MACPHERSON FOLK
Sir John Franklin's lobsticks at Point Separation—We reach Fort

thousand years—Baleen, Spermaceti, and Ambergris—Save the Whale
CHAPTER XVII: SOUTH FROM THE ARCTIC TO CHIPEWYAN
Lives lost for the sake of a white bead—The stars come back—The Keele

musk-ox—Tales of 76 below—Two Thursdays in one week—Rabbits on ice
CHAPTER XVIII: TO MC MURRAY AND BACK TO THE PEACE
The nuptials of 'Norine—Ladies round gents and gents don't go—The

for Outside—Shipwrecked on a battur

The saga of the 'Seattle' pirates, the sexy pirates and the frightened pirates is a tale of two different worlds. The first is the rebirth of the Pirates, and the second is the discovery of the pirates' secrets.

The New North is a landmark anthology of contemporary poetry from Northern Ireland with a wide-ranging introduction that gives the reader valuable historical perspective into political and cultural contexts. A brief selection of classic poems by more established authors introduces the featured poets (born between 1956 and 1975); together they represent the past and future of poetry in this small but fertile culture. Through descent and pastiche, influence and departure, the younger poets respond to the North's rich poetic tradition, as well as to previous political and social realities, yet re


French Ways and Their Meaning

precautions enjoined in another grave contingency.
Of the two ways, the first is, even in ordinary times, often the most

way, and still see his subject in the light of contrasts.
It is absurd for an Anglo-Saxon to say: "The Latin is this or that"

caricature and yet bear some resemblance to the original.
Lastly, the use of the labels "Anglo-Saxon" and "Latin," for purposes of

easy antithesis, must be defended and apologised for.
Such use of the two terms is open to the easy derision of the scholar.

still feel and legislate in terms of the primæval forest.
[Pg ix]This use of the terms is the more justifiable because one may safely

with Mediterranean culture and the civic discipline of Rome.
One can imagine the first Frenchman born into the world looking about

and the Sphinx with a cool eye and a penetrating question.
It is an immense advantage to have the primæval forest as far behind one

deficiency than for us to criticise it.
The French are the most human of the human race, the most completely

closer scrutiny. But nine times out of ten they hit wild.
Some years before the war, a French journalist produced a "thoughtful

cities, and in many European ones as well.
It is probable that not a day passes in which the observant American new

the markets provided, and life in general going on as before.
The fact that France is able to resist such a strain, and keep up such a

holding the long line from the Yser to Switzerland.
In 1913 it would have been almost impossible to ask Americans to picture

fighting line centred along the Ohio River.
[Pg 8]One of the cruellest things about a "people's war" is that it needs,

Germans we knew at home were easier people to get on with."
The answer is not far to seek. For one thing, the critics in question

its ways, and to be taken for native-born citizens.
The Germans in Germany are very different; though, even there, they were

within my own experience in 1913.
For the first time in many years I was in German

The book is a collection of essays by the author, including a biography of the author. It is based on the novel of the same name by the same author.

Edith Wharton was devoted to the French people and their culture. During the First World War, while living in France and devoting herself to numerous war and relief efforts, she wrote several essays about the French and the unique attributes of their civilization, having in mind particularly the need for both Americans and the English to understand the ways of a people whose nation they were defending in the Great War. These pieces were first published in book form in 1919, under the title French Ways and Their Meaning.


Shakespeare's England: Life in Elizabethan  Jacobean Times

Jule Goodman
The Anchor Inn
Old House at Bridport
Restoration House, Rochester
Charing Cross
Kensington Palace
The Tower of London
Old Water Gate
Approach to Cheshire Cheese
St. Mary-le-Strand
Temple Church
Gower's Monument
Andrews's Monument
Old Tabard Inn, Southwark
Windsor Castle
St. George's Chapel, Windsor Castle
Windsor Forest and Park
The Curfew Tower
The Sign of the Swan
Westminster Hall
The Mace
Greenwich Hospital
Queen Elizabeth's Cradle
Warwick Castle
Old Inn
Washington Irving's Parlour
From the Warwick Shield
Holy Trinity Church, Stratford
The Inglenook
Approach to Shottery
Distant View of Stratford
Whitehall Gateway
Lambeth Palace
Dulwich College
The Crown Inn, Dulwich
Oriel Window
From the Triforium, Westminster Abbey
Chapel of Henry VII.
Chapel of Edward the Confessor
The Poets' Corner
The North Ambulatory
The Spaniards, Hampstead
The Dome of St. Paul's
The Grange
Shakespeare's Birthplace
Anne Hathaway's Cottage
Charlecote
Meadow Walk by the Avon
Antique Font
Monument
Gable Window
Peveril Peak
St. Paul's, from Maiden Lane
The Charter-house
St. Giles', Cripplegate
Sir John Crosby's Monument
Gresham's Monument
Goldsmith's House
A

isle,
This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars,
This other Eden, demi-paradise,
This fortress built by Nature for herself, . . .
This precious stone set in the silver sea, . . .
This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England, . .

All that I saw returns upon my view;
All that I heard comes back upon my ear;
All that I felt this moment doth renew.

Fair land! by Time's parental love made free,
By Social Order's watchful arms embraced,
With unexampled union meet in thee,
For eye and mind, the present and the past;
With golden prospect for futurity,
If that be reverenced which ought to last.

sinks to sleep; and this is his first night at sea.
There is no tediousness of solitude to him who has within himself

And the last rites that dust to dust conve

The eponymous novel by the author of the first volume of the "The Adventures of the Man Who Built the World" is a re-imagining of the classic novel, "The Man Who Made the World," by the writer of the second volume of "The Woman Who Built The World.".

A collection of some of the best, wittiest and most unusual excerpts from 16th- and 17th-century writing. "Shakespeare's England" brings to life the variety, the energy and the harsh reality of England at this time. Providing a portrait of the age, it includes extracts from a wide variety of writers, taken from books, plays, poems, letters, diaries and pamphlets by and about Shakespeare's contemporaries. These include William Harrison and Fynes Moryson (providing descriptions of England), Nicholas Breton (on country life), Isabella Whitney and Thomas Dekker (on London life), Nashe (on struggli


Two Little Pilgrims' Progress: A Story of the City Beautiful

world, and had called Meg up to share it with him.
She had been even more enchanted than he.
They both hated the world down below—Aunt

was always a failure.”
“Ah, no, Bob,” she said, “not a failure!”
She had put her hand on his shoulder, and he

miles away. Let’s get near the edge and listen.”
11
II
They drew as near to the edge as they could

as a college course to spend a week there.”
Meg drew a little closer to Robin in the straw.
12
“What are they talking about?” she whispered.
“Listen,” said Bob.
Jerry, who was moving about at some work

allow of a grim little grin.
“We’ve got the Treasure, Meg,” he said.
21
Meg’s laugh had rather a hysterical sound.

for about a minute. Then he spoke to her.
“It’s no use doing that,” he said.
22
“It’s no use doing anything,” Meg answered,

and a magazine with some pictures in it.
“It seems like it,” said Robin.
“I’m sure it’s enchanted,” Meg went on. “It

lump in her throat.
“Do you think we are going to stay here always?”
“I—oh, Robin, I don’t know.”
“Well, I do, then. We are not—and that’s the

and girls wouldn’t stay there.”
“Do you know how old I am?” asked Meg.
“I’ve forgotten.”
34
“I’m twelve years old.” She got up from her

woman. “You’ve done first-rate.”
“Will you tell Aunt Matilda that?” said Meg.
“Yes,” was the answer.
Meg was standing with her hands clasped

first.
“I’ve been making a plan, Meg,” he said.
“Have you?” said Meg. “What is it?”
“I’ve been thinking about it for two or three

put out her hand and touched his shoulder.
“Robin!” she said. “Oh, Robin!”
“I don’t care,” he said, from the refuge of his

weighing the matter, “let’s!”
And she fell to helping to count the Treasure.
52
VI
Afterwards, when they looked back upon that

way to that place is our Pilgrims’ Progress.”
61
VII
And the cold days of hard work kept going by,

she asked.
Meg wakened up with a sort of start.
“I don’t know—exactly,” she said.
“You don’t know,” said the woman, good-naturedly.

his way

The story of a young girl who is a little bit too young to understand the world.

The story of a little boy and girl, who, taking their small savings, leave home to visit the World's Fair. This is their Pilgrims' Progress and their interesting adventures.


Barty Crusoe and His Man Saturday

if he had been somewhere and was returning.
"Where did you go?" called Barty.
"Come along with me," said the Good

"Hello!" he called, "were you the ones at the Snow Feast?"
"Hello!" he called, "were you the ones at theSnow Feast?"

look for first?" the Good Wolf asked him.
"What do you think?" said Barty.
"I want you to tell me," replied the

any matches," he said.
The Good Wolf shook his head seriously.
"No, we haven't any matches," he answered.
"Do you think we should find any if

Barty leaned forward with his hands on his knees and gazed with all his might.
Barty leaned forward with his hands on his knees and gazed with all his might.

The Pirate Captain took off his hat with a big flourish
The Pirate Captain took off his hat with a big flourish

"It is another pirate vessel and it is going to attack us."
"It is another pirate vessel and it is going to attack us."

the polite pirates' ship.
It was like this:
"Boom!" from the impolite pirates.
"Boom——boom!" from the polite pirates.
"Boom!" from the impolite pirates.
"Boom, boom, boom!" from the polite

The story of the sailor who escaped from the Alps and became a stag, was told by a young woman. She was a beautiful woman, but she was not a man. She had been a woman for many years, and her husband was smitten with her.

This is the story of a young boy named Barty, who after reading Robinson Crusoe, decides he wants to be on a desert island as well. He has a magical friend, the Good Wolf, who's able to make that happen for him. What kind of adventures will he be able to go on?


Collector's Item

Mortland's sun helmet, where it glared at the professor.
"Since you seem to understand English," Miss Anspacher said to the

the heat as well as the humidity.
More than that, though, he was humanoid in almost a Hollywood way. He

struck Professor Bernardi as a particularly handsome and useful gadget.
For one thing, the people from Earth were standing uncomfortably in the

relinquished his tail when climbing down from the trees.
"Thank you," the saurian said with uneasy modesty, looking at him. "Good

of you to think so. You are a fairly intelligent species, aren't you?"
"Fairly," the professor acknowledged, preoccupied with a clever idea.

don't you?"
"I'm afraid so."
"Then you know what I expect of you?"
"Yes, sahib. I'se comin', massa. To hear is to obey, effendi." The

scientist with what might have been a smile. "He doesn't like me."
"I see that your telepathic powers are not quite accurate," the

professor returned. "I do not dislike you; I distrust you."
"The fact that the two terms are not entirely synonymous in your

have happened."
"You mean you would have let the lizard get away with Miss Anspacher?"
The big man's face flushed crimson. "I don't think that's funny,

the ship? I must admit I'm worried about that mud myself."
"Only remotely dry spot around is an outcropping 'bout two kilometers

forces of nature. On Earth, this might be a monsoon climate."
"If you ask me, that monster is more of a danger than any monsoon."
Bernardi sighed. Although by far the most competent officer available

stubbornly. "Might poison us all in our beds."
"Well, don't eat in your bed," suggested Mortland, strolling out of the

glad of the chance to hang around and observe us conveniently."
"Observe us!" Greenfield exclaimed. "You mean he's spying out the land

for an attack? Let's prepare our defenses at once!"
"I doubt if that's what he has in mind," Professor Bernardi said

party and they were a long way from home.
Greenfield picked a fleck of dried viole

The sahib is a telepathic creature that has been a part of the world for centuries. Its only natural predator is the lizard, which is able to reproduce itself in its own way. But when it becomes too large to be humanoid, it's not just a parasite that can be a threat to mankind.

Alpha were-jaguar, Katarina "KT" Marant is trained to protect the pride so when her aunt disappears, KT naturally takes up the hunt. Her suspicion settles on the Collectors, humans who view shapeshifters as the ultimate big game.
Peyton Allers can't believe he's got to blow his cover to rescue a shapeshifter "princess." Even harder to believe is that she wants to stage her own kidnapping in order to catch the leader of the Collectors and find her aunt.
Everything goes sideways when KT is kidnapped for real and by someone she never suspected. Will Peyton find her before time runs out? Or will s


White Lightning (Welcome to Nottoway)

emerge whiter and brighter. The fire was certainly feeding on water.
Presently the dazzling bar of iron was withdrawn, and the sparks began

that sieve.
“Well, son?”
“I’m looking at your rainbows.”
Marvin went over and slowly tilted the sieve toward the beam of light.

grinningly toward his father.
Chase nodded and smiled.
“Some day, when I’m not making so much useless money, I’ll write a

you ought to be out with your nine?”
“I want to know what part of water burns?”
“Do you mean is burned?”
“Yes, dad.”
“Hydrogen.”
“Can I make some?”
“You can’t make anything. All you can do is to discover things that

is to a self-made man who rather needs to be sworn at.”
“Aren’t you a self-made man, dad?”
“No! I came to this town bare-footed, but it’s only by the grace of

yourself.”
“I will, dad, but can I turn some hydrogen loose?”
“Do you want to blow a hand off?”
“I don’t mind, if I can see how the meat looks.”
“Then go and ask Norah for a marmalade jar. Get a glass one, and wash

having slept off the beer on the lake shore.
His usual and lesser crime was to do all the arithmetic for the bunch

eyes and declared it “anti-social” not to help the other kids!
Marvin led everything and apparently had no desire to lead anything.

might be guilty of in the course of the next ten years.
Chase lamented that his own energy seemed so little tempered in Marvin

the room, and having said it returned to his writing.
There stood Marvin, left to his own devices, permitted to blow his

inserted a piece of glass tubing.
So far, so good. It was the first time he had been allowed to monkey

collected in iridescent masses.
Gosh, he had the stuff, but was it safe to touch it off? He sat down

himself able to understand some of it.
He had long since learned that even solid iron is full of spaces, and

sky one or more moons of negative electricity.
In other words, the cheek of a girl, which feels so smooth to the

electricity. He had often felt it thrilling up his arm.
An

The saga of the sailor who was a savior of the world, and a man who was an enslaved slave, is told in this book.

Clarice Jarrod has it all -- well almost. She has the job of her dreams, and she's just purchased a cute little two-bedroom house with loads of character in Nottoway, Virginia. So why is someone terrorizing her? It isn't until strange things begin to happen that she discovers the previous owner operated a whiskey still and was murdered there thirty-five years ago. And someone wants her gone.
One of Nottoway's most eligible and confirmed bachelors, Tylan Chance, sold her the house and feels responsible for the sassy teacher's dilemma. But he quickly finds himself attracted to her. Burned once b