O Henry
THE VOICE OF THE CITY
Twenty-five years ago the school children used to chant their lessons.
The manner of their delivery was a singsong recitative between the
utterance of...
I - THE VAGABOND (To an air of
Schubert)
GIVE to me the life I love, Let the lave go by me, Give the jolly heaven
above And the byway nigh me. Bed in the bush with stars to see, Br...
by Willa Cather
CHAPTER I
Late one brilliant April afternoon Professor Lucius Wilson stood at the
head of Chestnut Street, looking about him with the pleased air of a man
of taste ...
By E. Nesbit
POEM: THE RETURN
The grass was gray with the moonlit dew, The stones were white as I came
through; I came down the path by the thirteen yews, Through the blocks
of sha...
by Susan Fenimore Cooper
THE LUMLEY AUTOGRAPH.
BY THE AUTHOR OF "RURAL HOURS," ETC.
The month of November of the year sixteen hundred and -- was cheerless
and dark, as November...
MARGARET DELAND
CHAPTER I
"Dr. Lavendar," said William King, "some time when Goliath is doing his
2.40 on a plank road, don't you want to pull him up at that house on the
Perryvill...
by Rev. A. J. O'Reilly, D.D.
Introduction
The Penitent Saints
The interesting and instructive character of this sensational narrative,
which we cull from the traditions of a past g...