Werner S"oderstr"om, Porvoo, 1885.
Jouluaatto oli tullut. Ty"ot oli lopetettu, kylyt kylvetty, pahnat
lattioille levitetty, kynttil"at paloivat. K"oyhinkin oli parahan valonsa
pannut majaansa kirkastamaan. Juhlapuvuissansa istuivat ihmiset ja
veisasivat juhlavirtt"a. Ja niin oli laita meid"an pit"aj"ass"a ja
naapuripit"aj"ass"a ja kolmannessa pit"aj"ass"a ja niin kaikkia...
TWO ESSAYS, A STORY, AND SOME VERSES
MACMILLAN AND CO
AND NEW YORK
I. ON CRITICISM.
Criticism is the art of judging. As reasonable persons we are called
upon to be constantly pronouncing judgment, and either acting upon such
judgment ourselves or inviting others to do so. I do not know how
anything can be more important with respect to any matter than the
forming a right judgment about it. We pray that we may have "a right
judgment in all things." I am aware that it is an old sa...
By Thomas Nelson Page
I had the good fortune to come from "the old county of Hanover," as that
particular division of the State of Virginia is affectionately called
by nearly all who are so lucky as to have first seen the light amid its
broom straw fields and heavy forests; and to this happy circumstance I
owed the honor of a special visit from one of its most loyal citizens.
Indeed, the glories of his native county were so embalmed in his
memory and were so generously and continuously imparted to all his
acquaintances, that he w...
From Many Sources
Dodd Mead & Company
LOB LIE BY THE FIRE. BY JULIANA H. EWING. 1
WILD JACK. FROM TEMPLE BAR. 87
VIRGINIA. BY MRS. FORRESTER. 145
MR. JOSIAH SMITH'S BALLOON VOYAGE. FROM BELGRAVIA. 172
NUMBER 7639. BY MARY FRANCES PEARD. 137
GONERIL. BY A. MARY F. ROBINSON. 239
OUT OF SEASON. FROM TEMPL...
MOSSES FROM AN OLD MANSE
By Nathaniel Hawthorne
My unfortunate friend P. has lost the thread of his life by the
interposition of long intervals of partially disordered reason. The
past and present are jumbled together in his mind in a manner often
productive of curious results, and which will be better understood
after the perusal of the following letter than from any description
that I could give. The poor fellow, without once stirring from the
little whitewashed, i...
THE PRIEST'S TALE P`ERE ETIENNE
From "The New Decameron" Volume III.
By Robert Keable
P`ERE ETIENNE came aboard at Dares Salaam and did not at once make friends. It was our own fault, however. He neither obtruded nor effaced himself, but rather went quietly on his own way with that recollection which the clerical system of the Catholic Church encourages. We few first class passengers had already settled down into the usual regularities of shipboard life, from the morning constitutional in pyjamas on the boat deck, to the Bridge four after dinner in the smoke ...
THE CHRISTMAS MIRACLE
By Charles Egbert Craddock
He yearned for a sign from the heavens. Could one intimation be vouchsafed him, how it would confirm his faltering faith! Jubal Kennedy was of the temperament impervious to spiritual subtleties, fain to reach conclusions with the line and rule of mathematical demonstration. Thus, all unreceptive, he looked through the mountain gap, as through some stupendous gateway, on the splendors of autumn; the vast landscape glamorous in a transparent amethystine haze; the foliage of the dense primeval wilderness in the...
THE COLONIAL MORTUARY BARD ; "'REO," THE FISHERMAN; and THE BLACK BREAM OF AUSTRALIA
By Louis Becke
T. Fisher Unwin, 1901
THE COLONIAL MORTUARY BARD
A writer in the Sydney Evening News last year gave that journal some amusing extracts from the visitors' book at Longwood, St. Helena. If the extracts are authentic copies of the original entries, they deserve to be placed on the same high plane as the following, which appeared in a Melbourne newspaper some years ago:
"Our Emily was so fair That the angels envied her, And whispered in her ...
By G. L. VANDENBURG
You can't be too suspicious when security is at stake. When
everybody who is after a key military job wears a toupee, it is
obviously a bald case of espionage.
A job as laboratory technician with the Army Weapons Development Center
carried about as much prestige as a bat boy in a World Series.
George Fisher was a laboratory technician.
He was a shy but likeable fellow, a diligent worker and trustworthy. He
didn't talk. He was rarely talked to. He had no burning ambition to push
himself ahead in the wo...
By BASCOM JONES, JR.
Illustrated by KOSSIN
Everyone supported the Martian program until it struck home!
Johnny Stark, director of the department of Interplanetary Relations for Mars' Settlement One, reread the final paragraph of the note which he had found on his desk, upon returning from lunch earlier in the day.
His eye flicked rapidly over the moistly smeared Martian scrawl, ignoring the bitterness directed at him in the first paragraphs. He was vaguely troubled by the last sentences. But he hadn't been able to pin the feeling...