The Fortunes of Oliver Hornby F. Hopkinson SmithI DEDICATE THIS BOOK TO THE MEMORY OF"THE MAN OF ALL OTHERS ABOUT KENNEDYSQUARE MOST BELOVED, AND THE MAN OF ALLOTHERS LEAST UNDERSTOODRICHARD HORN,THE DISTINGUISHED INVENTOR."F.H.S.CHAPTER ITHE OLD HOUSE IN KENNEDY SQUAREKennedy Square, in the late fifties, was a place of birds and trees and flowers; of rude stone benches, sagging arbors smothered in vines, and cool dirt-paths bordered by sweet-smelling box. Giant magnolias filled the air with their fragrance, and climbing roses played hide and seek among the railings of the rotting fence. Along the shaded walks laughing boys and girls romped 　

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A Ramble Among the Hills.I USED frequently to amuse myself towards the close of the day, whenthe heat had subsided, with taking long rambles about theneighboring hills and the deep umbrageous valleys, accompanied by myhistoriographic squire, Mateo, to whose passion for gossiping I onsuch occasions gave the most unbounded license; and there was scarce arock, or ruin, or broken fountain, or lonely glen, about which hehad not some marvellous story; or, above all, some golden legend;for never was poor devil so munificent in dispensing hidden treasures.In the course of one of these strolls Mateo was more than usually...　

A Waif of the Plainsby Bret HarteCHAPTER IA long level of dull gray that further away became a faint blue,with here and there darker patches that looked like water. Attimes an open space, blackened and burnt in an irregular circle,with a shred of newspaper, an old rag, or broken tin can lying inthe ashes. Beyond these always a low dark line that seemed to sinkinto the ground at night, and rose again in the morning with thefirst light, but never otherwise changed its height and distance.A sense of always moving with some indefinite purpose, but ofalways returning at night to the same placewith the same...　

G. K. CHESTERTONTHE WISDOMOF FATHER BROWNToLUCIAN OLDERSHAWCONTENTS1. The Absence of Mr Glass2. The Paradise of Thieves3. The Duel of Dr Hirsch4. The Man in the Passage5. The Mistake of the Machine6. The Head of Caesar7. The Purple Wig8. The Perishing of the Pendragons9. The God of the Gongs10. The Salad of Colonel Cray11. The Strange Crime of John Boulnois12. The Fairy Tale of Father BrownONE...　

The Man Who Was Thursdayby G. K. ChestertonA WILD, MAD, HILARIOUS AND PROFOUNDLY MOVING TALEIt is very difficult to classify THE MAN WHO WAS THURSDAY. It is possible to say that it is a gripping adventure story of murderous criminals and brilliant policemen; but it was to be expected that the author of the Father Brown stories should tell a detective story like no-one else. On this level, therefore, THE MAN WHO WAS THURSDAY succeeds superbly; if nothing else, it is a magnificent tour-de-force of suspense-writing.However, the reader will soon discover that it is much more than that. Carried along on the boisterous rush of the narrative by Che　

The Great Big Treasury of Beatrix Potterby Beatrix PotterCONTENTSTHE TALE OF PETER RABBITTHE TAILOR OF GLOUCESTERTHE TALE OF SQUIRREL NUTKINTHE TALE OF BENJAMIN BUNNYTHE TALE OF TWO BAD MICETHE TALE OF MRS. TIGGY-WINKLETHE PIE AND THE PATTY-PANTHE TALE OF MR. JEREMY FISHERTHE STORY OF A FIERCE BAD RABBITTHE STORY OF MISS MOPPETTHE TALE OF TOM KITTENTHE TALE OF JEMIMA PUDDLE-DUCKTHE ROLY-POLY PUDDINGTHE TALE OF THE FLOPSY BUNNIESTHE TALE OF MRS. TITTLEMOUSETHE TALE OF TIMMY TIPTOESTHE TALE OF MR. TODTHE TALE OF PIGLING BLANDGINGER AND PICKLESTHE TALE OFPETER RABBITOnce upon a time there were four little Rabbits, and their names were Flop　

PRINCE RING [30][30] From the Icelandic.Once upon a time there was a King and his Queen in their kingdom.They had one daughter, who was called Ingiborg, and one son,whose name was Ring. He was less fond of adventures than men ofrank usually were in those days, and was not famous for strengthor feats of arms. When he was twelve years old, one fine winterday he rode into the forest along with his men to enjoy himself.They went on a long way, until they caught sight of a hind with agold ring on its horns. The Prince was eager to catch it, ifpossible, so they gave chase and rode on without stopping until...　

THE YELLOW DWARFOnce upon a time there lived a queen who had been themother of a great many children, and of them all only onedaughter was left. But then SHE was worth at least a thousand.Her mother, who, since the death of the King, herfather, had nothing in the world she cared for so much asthis little Princess, was so terribly afraid of losing her thatshe quite spoiled her, and never tried to correct any of herfaults. The consequence was that this little person, whowas as pretty as possible, and was one day to wear a crown,grew up so proud and so much in love with her own beauty...　

The Writings of Abraham Lincolnby Abraham LincolnVOLUME SIXWRITINGS OF ABRAHAM LINCOLN1862-1863RECOMMENDATION OF NAVAL OFFICERSMESSAGE TO CONGRESS.WASHINGTON, D.C., May 14, 1862.TO SENATE AND HOUSE OF REPRESENTATIVES:The third section of the "Act further to promote the efficiency ofthe Navy," approved 21st of December, 1861, provides:"That the President of the United States by and with the advice andconsent of the Senate, shall have the authority to detail from theretired list of the navy for the command of squadrons and single...　

THE CANTERBURY PILGRIMSThe summer moon, which shines in so many a tale, was beaming overa broad extent of uneven country. Some of its brightest rays wereflung into a spring of water, where no traveller, toiling, as thewriter has, up the hilly road beside which it gushes, ever failedto quench his thirst. The work of neat hands and considerate artwas visible about this blessed fountain. An open cistern, hewnand hollowed out of solid stone, was placed above the waters,which filled it to the brim, but by some invisible outlet wereconveyed away without dripping down its sides. Though the basinhad not room for another drop, and the continual gush 　

420 BCTHE ACHARNIANSby Aristophanesanonymous translatorCHARACTERS IN THE PLAYDICAEOPOLISHERALDAMPHITHEUSAMBASSADORSPSEUDARTABASTHEORUSDAUGHTER OF DICAEOPOLISSLAVE OF EURIPIDESEURIPIDESLAMACHUSA MEGARIANTWO YOUNG GIRLS, daughters of the MegarianAN INFORMERA BOEOTIANNICARCHUSSLAVE OF LAMACHUSA HUSBANDMANA WEDDING GUESTCHORUS OF ACHARNIAN CHARCOAL BURNERS...　

The Complete Anglerby Izaak WaltonTo the Right worshipfulJohn Offleyof Madeley Manor, in the County of Stafford Esquire, My most honoured FriendSir, I have made so ill use of your former favours, as by them to be encouraged to entreat, that they may be enlarged to the patronage and protection of this Book: and I have put on a modest confidence, that I shall not be denied, because it is a discourse of Fish and Fishing, which you know so well, and both love and practice so much.You are assured, though there be ignorant men of another belief, that Angling is an Art: and you know that Art better than others; and that this is truth is demonstrate　

The Complete Works of Artemus Ward, Part 5by Charles Farrar BrowneWith a biographical sketch by Melville D. Landon, "Eli Perkins"PART V.The London Punch Letters.5.1. Arrival in London.5.2. Personal Recollections.5.3. The Green Lion and Oliver Cromwell.5.4. At the Tomb of Shakespeare.5.5. Introduction to the Club.5.6. The Tower of London.5.7. Science and Natural History.5.8. A Visit to the British Museum.PART V. THE LONDON PUNCH LETTERS.P.S.June 16th.Artemus Ward really arrived in London yesterday.He has come to England at last, though, like "La Belle Helene at...　

Memoirs of the Comtesse du Barry With Minute Details of Her Entire Career as Favorite of Louis XV"Written by Herself"by Baron Etienne Leon Lamothe-LangonTABLE OF CONTENTSCHAPTER ILetter from LebelVisit from LebelNothing conclusiveAnother visit from LebelInvitation to sup with the kingInstructions of the comte Jean to the comtesseCHAPTER IIA slight prefaceArrival at VersaillesPortrait of the kingThe duc de RichelieuThe marquis de ChauvelinThe duc de la Vauguyon-Supper with the kingThe first nightThe following dayThe curiosity of comte JeanPresents from the kingHow disposed ofCHAPTER III...　

An Unsocial Socialistby George Bernard ShawCHAPTER IIn the dusk of an October evening, a sensible looking woman offorty came out through an oaken door to a broad landing on thefirst floor of an old English country-house. A braid of her hairhad fallen forward as if she had been stooping over book or pen;and she stood for a moment to smooth it, and to gazecontemplativelynot in the least sentimentallythrough thetall,narrow window. The sun was setting, but its glories were at theother side of the house; for this window looked eastward, wherethe landscape of sheepwalks and pasture land was sobering at the...