| | Author: | Phillips
Ulrich Bonnell
1877-1934 | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | American Negro Slavery  | | | | Published: | 2003 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Modern English collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | THE Portuguese began exploring the west coast of Africa
shortly before Christopher Columbus was born; and no
sooner did they encounter negroes than they began to
seize and carry them in captivity to Lisbon. The court chronicler
Azurara set himself in 1452, at the command of Prince
Henry, to record the valiant exploits of the negro-catchers. Reflecting
the spirit of the time, he praised them as crusaders bringing
savage heathen for conversion to civilization and Christianity.
He gently lamented the massacre and sufferings involved,
but thought them infinitely outweighed by the salvation of souls.
This cheerful spirit of solace was destined long to prevail
among white peoples when contemplating the hardships of the
colored races. But Azurara was more than a moralizing annalist.
He acutely observed of the first cargo of captives brought
from southward of the Sahara, less than a decade before his
writing, that after coming to Portugal "they never more tried to
fly, but rather in time forgot all about their own country," that
"they were very loyal and obedient servants, without malice";
and that "after they began to use clothing they were for the most
part very fond of display, so that they took great delight in robes
of showy colors, and such was their love of finery that they
picked up the rags that fell from the coats of other people of
the country and sewed them on their own garments, taking great
pleasure in these, as though it were matter of some greater
perfection."1
1 Gomez Eannes de Azurara, Chronicle of the Discovery and Conquest of
Guinea, translated by C. R. Beazley and E. P. Prestage, in the Hakluyt Society
Publications, XCV, 85.
These few broad strokes would portray with
equally happy precision a myriad other black servants born centuries
after the writer's death and dwelling in a continent of
whose existence he never dreamed, Azurara wrote further that
while some of the captives were not able to endure the change
and died happily as Christians, the others, dispersed among Portuguese
households, so ingratiated themselves that many were
set free and some were married to men and women of the land
and acquired comfortable estates. This may have been an earnest
of future conditions in Brazil and the Spanish Indies; but
in the British settlements it fell out far otherwise. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Bersuire
Pierre
ca. 1290-1362. | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Albrici philosophi et poetae doctissimi, Libellus de Deorum imaginibus | | | | Published: | 2003 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Modern English collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | SAturnus primus deorũ supponebatur,
& pingebatur, ut homo
senex, canus, prolixa barba,
curu9, tristis, & pallidus, tecto ca
pite, colore glauco, qui una manu,
sed dextra falcem tenebat, & in eadẽ serpentis
poreabat imaginem, qui caudam pro
priam dentibus commordebat, Altera ueró,
scilicet sinistra, filiũ paruulũ ados applicabat,
& eum deuorare uidebatur, qui iuxta se habe
bat filios Iouem, scilicet, Neptunum, Plutonẽ
& Iunonem, quorum uirilia Iupiter amputabat,
ante quem erat mare depictum, in quod
Iupiter dicta uirilia abscissa proijciebat, de
quibus Venus puella pulcherrima nasceba[unknown character].
L sbatur.
uxta autem ipsum Saturm erat imago O
pis uxoris suæ in cuiusdam similitudindẽ matronę
depicta, quæ aperta manu dextra, opẽ
omnibus uelle dare prætendebat, panem ue
rò manu sinistra pauperibus porrigebat. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Roosevelt
Theodore
1858-1919 | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Addresses and Presidential Messages of Theodore Roosevelt, 1902-1904 | | | | Published: | 2003 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Modern English collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | Dear Excellency: I inclose a memorandum by way of
reply to that which you did me the honor to leave with me on
Saturday, and am, as ever, The President in his message of the 3d of December, 1901,
used the following language: I communicated to Mr. Hay this morning the substance of
Your Lordship's telegram of the 11th instant. In accordance with the letter of the Civil Service Commission
of July 6th, the Public Printer will reinstate Mr.
W. A. Miller in his position. Meanwhile I will withhold
my final decision of the whole case until I have received
the report of the investigation on Miller's second communication,
which you notify me has been begun to-day,
July I3th. In connection with my letter of yesterday I call attention
to this judgment and award by the Anthracite Coal
Strike Commission in its report to me of March 18th last: Travellers from Panama report the Isthmus alive with fires
of a new revolution. It is inspired, it is believed, by men
who, in Panama and Colon, have systematically engendered
the pro-American feeling to secure the building of the Isthmian
Canal by the United States. You are directed to protest against any act of hostility
which may involve or imperil the safe and peaceful transit
of persons or property across the Isthmus of Panama. The
bombardment of Panama would have this effect, and the
United States must insist upon the neutrality of the Isthmus
as guaranteed by the treaty. Notify all parties molesting or interfering with free transit
across the Isthmus that such interference must cease and that
the United States will prevent the interruption of traffic upon
the railroad. Consult with captain of the Iowa, who will be
instructed to land marines, if necessary, for the protection of
the railroad, in accordance with the treaty rights and obligations
of the United States. Desirable to avoid bloodshed, if
possible. "Ranger," Panama: Everything is conceded. The United States guards and
guarantees traffic and the line of transit. To-day I permitted
the exchange of Colombia troops from Panama to Colon,
about 1000 men each way, the troops without arms in train
guarded by American naval force in the same manner as other
passengers; arms and ammunition in separate train, guarded
also by naval force in the same manner as other freight. Have sent this communication to the American consul at
Panama: Sir: Pending a complete report of the occurrences of the
last three days in Colon, Colombia, I most respectfully invite
the Department's attention to those of the date of Wednesday,
November 4, which amounted to practically the making of war
against the United States by the officer in command of the
Colombian troops in Colon. At i o'clock P.M. on that date
I was summoned on shore by a preconcerted signal, and on
landing met the United States consul, vice-consul, and Colonel
Shaler, the general superintendent of the Panama Railroad.
The consul informed me that he had received notice from, the
officer commanding the Colombian troops, Colonel Torres,
through the prefect of Colon, to the effect that if the Colombian
officers; Generals Tobal and Amaya, who had been seized
in Panama on the evening of the 3d of November by the Independents
and held as prisoners, were not released by 2
o'clock P.M., he, Torres, would open fire on the town of
Colon and kill every United States citizen in the place, and
my advice and action were requested. I advised that all the
United States citizens should take refuge in the shed of the
Panama Railroad Company, a stone building susceptible of
being put into good state for defence, and that I would immediately
land such body of men, with extra arms for arming the
citizens, as the complement of the ship would permit. This
was agreed to and I immediately returned on board, arriving
at 1.15 P.M. The order for landing was immediately given,
and at 1.30 P.M. the boats left the ship with a party of 42 men
under the command of Lieut. Commander H. M. Witzel, with
Midshipman J. P. Jackson as second in command. Time
being pressing I gave verbal orders to Mr. Witzel to take the
building above referred to, to put it into the best state of defence
possible, and protect the lives of the citizens assembled
there—not firing unless fired upon. The women and children
took refuge on the German steamer Marcomania and Panama
Railroad steamer City of Washington, both ready to haul out
from dock if necessary. The Nashville I got under way and
patrolled with her along the water front close in and ready to
use either small-arm or shrapnel fire. The Colombians surrounded
the building of the railroad company almost immediately
after we had taken possession, and for about one and a
half hours their attitude was most threatening, it being seemingly
their purpose to provoke an attack. Happily our men
were cool and steady, and while the tension was very great no
shot was fired. At about 3.15 P.M. Colonel Torres came into
the building for an interview and expressed himself as most
friendly to Americans, claiming that the whole affair was a
misapprehension and that he would like to send the alcalde of
Colon to Panama to see General Tobal and have him direct
the discontinuance of the show of force. A special train was
furnished and safe-conduct guaranteed. At about 5.30 P.M.
Colonel Torres made the proposition of withdrawing his troops
to Monkey Hill, if I would withdraw the Nashville's force and
leave the town in possession of the police until the return of
the alcalde on the morning of the 5th. After an interview
with the United States consul and Colonel Shaler as to the
probability of good faith in the matter, I decided to accept
the proposition and brought my men on board, the disparity
in numbers between my force and that of the Colombians,
nearly ten to one, making me desirous of avoiding a conflict
so long as the object in view, the protection of American
citizens, was not imperilled. Sir: | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | unknown | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Annals of Henrico Parish | | | | Published: | 2003 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Modern English collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | The picturesque ruins of Jamestown mark the beginning
of the Church in Virginia, in 1607. The history of Henrico
Parish begins with the second established settlement in
the colony. During the interregnum between the governorships
of Lord De la War and Sir Thomas Gates, Sir Thomas
Dale had acted as regent under the title of High Marshall of
Virginia. On the arrival of Gates, Dale, by agreement, took
advantage of the opportunity to carry out the cherished project
of founding for himself a settlement. In the early part
of September, 1611, at the head of 350 men, chiefly German
laborers, he pushed up the river. He founded Henricopolis
on the peninsula now insulated by Dutch Gap canal. Dale
was almost a religious fanatic. He had named his new city
in honor of Prince Henry, the eldest son of James I. After
this prince's sudden death, Dale writes: "My glorious master
is gone, that would have enamelled with his favors the
labors I undertake for God's cause and his immortal honor.
He was the great captain of our Israel; the hope to have
builded up this heavenly new Jerusalem be interred, I think;
the whole frame of this business fell into his grave." To the Vestry of St. John's Episcopal Church, Richmond,
Va.: The following is the report of the committee: To the Friends of Old St. John's Church, Richmond, Va.: " `Sir,—I should, with great pleasure, oblige the Vestry,
and particularly yourself, in granting them an acre to build
their Church upon, but there are so many roads already
through that land, that the damage to me would be great to
have another of a mile long cut through it. I shall be very
glad if you would please to think Richmond a proper place,
and considering the great number of people that live below
it, and would pay their devotions there, that would not care
to go so much higher, I can't but think it would be agreeable
to most of the people; and if they will agree to have it there,
I will give them two of the best lots, that are not taken up,
and besides give them any pine timber they can find on that
side of Shockoe Creek, and wood for burning of bricks into
the bargain. I hope the Gent. of the Vestry will believe me a
friend to the Church when I make them the offer, and that
I am both theirs, sir, and, "I fhould, with great pleafure, oblige the Veftry, and
particularly your felf, in granting them an Acre to build their
Church upon, but there are fo many roads already through
that Land, that the Damage to me would be too great to have
another of a mile long cut thro' it. I fhould be very glad if
you would pleafe to think Richmond a proper place, and
confidering the great number of people that live below it, and
would pay their Devotions there, that would not care to go
fo much higher, I can't but think it would be agreeable to
moft of the people, and if they will agree to have it there, I
will give them two of the beft lots, that are not taken up, and
befides give them any Pine Timber they can find on that
Side Shockoe Creek, and Wood for burning of Bricks into the
bargain. I hope the Gent. of the Veftry will believe me a
Friend to the Church when I make them the Offer, and that
I am both theirs, | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Briggs
Charles F.
(Charles Frederick)
1804-1877 | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | The Adventures of Harry Franco | | | | Published: | 1997 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Modern English collection | UVA-LIB-Text | University of Virginia Library, Early American Fiction, 1789-1875 | UVA-LIB-EarlyAmFict1789-1875 | | | | Description: | It is a generally received opinion in some parts
of the world, that a man must of necessity have
had ancestors; but, in our truly independent
country, we contrive to get along very well without
them. That strange race, called Aristocrats,
it is said, consider every body as nobody, unless
they can boast of at least a dozen ancestors. These
lofty people would have scorned an alliance with
a parvenu like Adam, of course. What a fortunate
circumstance for their high mightinesses, that
they were not born in the early ages. No antediluvian
family would have been entitled to the
slightest consideration from them. When the
world was only two thousand years old, it is
melancholy to reflect, its surface was covered with
nobodies; men of yesterday, without an ancestry
worth speaking of. It is not to be wondered at,
that such a set of upstarts should have caused the
flood; nothing less would have washed away their
vulgarity, to say nothing of their sins. Augustus de Satinett was a jobber; a choicer
spirit the region of Hanover square boasted not.
Pearl street and Maiden Lane may have known
his equal, his superior never. He had risen from
junior clerk to junior partner, in one of the oldest
firms. The best blood of the revolution flowed in
his veins; his mother was a Van Buster, his father
a de Satinett; a more remote ancestry, or a more
noble, it were vain to desire. Augustus had a noble
soul, it was a seven quarter full; his virtues
were all his own, and they were dyed in the wool;
his vices were those of his age—they were dyed
in the cloth. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Briggs
Charles F.
(Charles Frederick)
1804-1877 | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | The Adventures of Harry Franco | | | | Published: | 1997 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Modern English collection | UVA-LIB-Text | University of Virginia Library, Early American Fiction, 1789-1875 | UVA-LIB-EarlyAmFict1789-1875 | | | | Description: | It was a broiling hot day, and as I toiled along
through the dusty streets of Brooklyn towards
the ferry, I almost wished myself back again upon
the blue sea. Dear Sir—This is to inform you as I
have entered in Uncle Sam's service, and have
took three month's advance. I have kept money
enough to have a good drunk, and the rest I send
to you. Keep it and spend it for my sake. I wanted
to of given you more, but that young woman,
blast her—but never say die. So no more at present
till death, and don't forget your old shipmate, Is it true that my dear boy is alive and
well! O, Harry, I have read your letter over and
over; and your poor sister has read it, and cried
over it, and prayed over it. I put it under my
pillow when I lay down at night, that I may be
able to press it to my lips when I wake in the
morning. Your father tells me it is weak in me
to do so, but it is a weakness caused by the
strength of my love for you. O, Harry, my dear
boy, I have had such dreams about you! but
they were only dreams, and I will not distress you
by relating them. Let us give thanks to our
heavenly Father for all his mercies. When we
received your letter, it was my wish to return
thanks publicly through Doctor Slospoken; but
your father would not give his consent. What
the neighbors all thought, I cannot say. But my
dear Harry, why did you not come home? to
your own home? Do not think, my dear child,
that you will be more welcome to your home and
your mother's heart, if you bring the wealth of
the Indies with you. If you be covered with
jewels your mother will not see them, and if you
be clothed in rags, she will only see her child. Your letter has made us all happy; how
happy I cannot express; for we had mourned for
you as one that was dead. I cannot, in a letter,
relate to you all that has been said and done since
we heard from you; but may be assured we
have been almost beside ourselves with joy, and
all our talk has been, Harry, Harry, Harry. “My conscience upbraids me with having
broken the golden rule, in my intercourse with
you, and I cannot allow you to leave me, under a
false impression of my feelings. I am afraid I
have not been sufficiently plain, when you have
spoken to me on the subject, in giving you to understand
that my mind is unalterably fixed, never
to unite myself to one, whose heart has not been
bowed under the conscious burden of his sins;
for my promise has been passed, mentally only,
I own, but I cannot break it. It is registered
above. Had I known you before the vow was
made, perhaps it never would have been; but it
is, and I am bound by it. Our hands, dear Harry,
may never be united, but our hearts may be.
I cannot dissimulate, I do love you; how well I
love you, let this confession witness. If it be sinful
in me, I trust that He, in whom is all my trust,
will pardon me, and deliver me from my bondage.
And my constant prayer to Him is, that he will
bring you to the foot of that Cross, where alone I
can meet you. “Immediately on the receipt of this, you
will destroy all the blank acceptances of Marisett
and Co., which may remain in your hands.
Make no farther contracts of any description,
for account of our house, but hold yourself in
readiness to return to New York. “Since our last, of the 28th ult., we have
come to the determination of stopping payment.
It may be necessary for us to make an assignment;
if so, we will advise you farther, and remain, “We are without any of your valued favors
since we acknowledged yours of the 14th.
You have already been informed of the stoppage
of our house; and I have now to inform you, that
in consequence of our Mr. Garvey having used
the name of the firm to a very great extent, in
his private land operations, our liabilities are
found greatly to exceed our assets. Our senior
partner, I am concerned to add, is completely
prostrated by this event, and unable to afford me
the aid which I require in adjusting the affairs of
the concern. All the circumstances considered, I
think it will be advisable for you to return to
New York as soon as you can bring matters to a
close at New Orleans. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | University of Virginia.
Library | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Annual report on historical collections University of Virginia Library | | | | Published: | 2006 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Modern English collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | THE GIFT of the Richard Henry Lee Papers to Mr. Jefferson's
uncompleted University Library one hundred and twenty-two
years ago was the first of the many gifts which in the second
quarter of the twentieth century have resulted in making the University
a center for historical studies. In that first session of the University, the
Founder was occupied in assembling for the library a collection of books
which, though not the largest in America, would he hoped be second
to none in value. Under his exacting supervision, funds for the original
library were doled out only for the choicest editions; and even before
his appropriation was fully spent, he began issuing in the newspapers
appeals for library gifts. Acknowledging donations of books from
"public spirited citizens" of Boston and London, as well as of Virginia,
he assured prospective donors, in a notice of April 28, 1825, that "their
talent shall not be hidden in the earth". It is to such public spirited
citizens that the University owes the rapid expansion of its historical
collections during the two years covered by this report. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | University of Virginia.
Library | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Annual report on historical collections University of Virginia Library | | | | Published: | 2006 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Modern English collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | WHY ARE so many of "our Virginia manuscripts" in North
Carolina and California? Why is Princeton University publishing
the Jefferson papers? These two questions are partly concerned
with history, and the answers are in part a concern of this
library. They recur with a certain monotony, and for this reason
I have prefaced this guide to our new accessions not only with the
usual report on our projects and development, but also with
several comments on, if not complete answers to, these two questions
and some library policies which relate to them. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | University of Virginia.
Library | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Annual report on historical collections University of Virginia Library | | | | Published: | 2006 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Modern English collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | TWENTY YEARS AGO when the first of these annual reports
was issued, Harry Clemons, then in his fourth year as
Librarian of the University, had recently set aside the southeast
wing of Mr. Jefferson's Rotunda as a "Virginia Room," dedicated
to the housing of and to research in Virginia manuscripts and related
materials. Aided and abetted by the late John Calvin Metcalf,
Dean of the Department of Graduate Studies, he was beginning
his planning and campaigning for the Alderman Library building,
which was to open its doors in 1938. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Bird
Robert Montgomery
1806-1854 | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | The Adventures of Robin Day | | | | Published: | 1997 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Modern English collection | UVA-LIB-Text | University of Virginia Library, Early American Fiction, 1789-1875 | UVA-LIB-EarlyAmFict1789-1875 | | | | Description: | Sylla, the Roman dictator, is, as far as I know,
the only great man on record who attributed his
advancement to good luck; all other great men being
modestly content to refer their successes in life to
their own merits; insisting, with the philosophers,
that there is not, in reality, any such thing as luck
at all, good, bad, or indifferent, but that every man's
fortune, whether happy or evil, is referable to his
own agency, the direct result of his own wise or
foolish actions. Such may be the fact, for aught I can
say, (it is a comfortable doctrinef or the fortunate,)
and I do not pretend to controvert it; but of one
thing I am very certain, namely, that whether there
be bad luck in the world or not, there is an abundance
of those unhappy personages who are commonly
considered its victims—that is to say, unlucky
dogs; of which race I was undoubtedly born
a member. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Bird
Robert Montgomery
1806-1854 | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | The Adventures of Robin Day | | | | Published: | 1997 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Modern English collection | UVA-LIB-Text | University of Virginia Library, Early American Fiction, 1789-1875 | UVA-LIB-EarlyAmFict1789-1875 | | | | Description: | Much as I had reason to fear and detest this
remarkable personage, Captain Brown, by whom I
had been so basely defrauded and cheated into a participation
in knavery, and who, I had cause from
his own confessions, to believe was, or had once
been, a noted pirate; yet my feelings at sight of
him mingled something like satisfaction with my
fear and resentment. I was so forlorn and helpless
in the midst of embarrassment and danger, so much
in want of a friend to counsel and assist me, that
even Captain Hellcat's countenance appeared to me
desirable: at such a moment, I could have accepted
the friendship almost of Old Nick himself. He had
done me a great deal of mischief, to be sure; but, in
my present situation, it was scarce possible he could
do me any more. From his courage and worldly
experience, nay even from his good will—for I
almost looked upon him as a friend, though a mischievous
and dangerous one—much was to be expected:
and, besides, our adventures together had
established a kind of community of interests between
us, at least to a certain extent, (were we not house-robbers
and runaways together?) which, I thought,
must ensure me his good offices, at this moment of
difficulty and distress. I resolved, in a word, having
no other way to help myself, to throw myself
upon his friendship, and trust to him for rescue from
the dangers that beset me. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Brown
Charles Brockden
1771-1810 | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Arthur Mervyn, Or, Memoirs of the Year 1793 | | | | Published: | 1997 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Modern English collection | UVA-LIB-Text | University of Virginia Library, Early American Fiction, 1789-1875 | UVA-LIB-EarlyAmFict1789-1875 | | | | Description: | Here ended the narrative of Mervyn. Surely its incidents
were of no common kind. During this season
of pestilence, my opportunities of observation had been
numerous, and I had not suffered them to pass unimproved.
The occurrences which fell within my own
experience bore a general resemblance to those which
had just been related, but they did not hinder the latter
from striking on my mind with all the force of novelty.
They served no end, but as vouchers for the truth of
the tale. Where does this letter you promised me, stay all
this while? Indeed, Arthur, you torment me more
than I deserve, and more than I could ever find it in
my heart to do you. You treat me cruelly. I must
say so, though I offend you. I must write, though
you do not deserve that I should, and though I fear
I am in a humor not very fit for writing. I had better
go to my chamber and weep: weep at your—unkindness,
I was going to say; but, perhaps, it is only
forgetfulness: and yet what can be more unkind than
forgetfulness? I am sure I have never forgotten you.
Sleep itself, which wraps all other images in forgetfulness,
only brings you nearer, and makes me see you
more distinctly. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Ingraham
J. H.
(Joseph Holt)
1809-1860 | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Alice May, and Bruising Bill | | | | Published: | 1997 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | University of Virginia Library, Early American Fiction, 1789-1875 | UVA-LIB-EarlyAmFict1789-1875 | | | | Description: | I write to avail myself of my privilege and duty as your betrothed
wife, to throw myself, at a crisis which has just occured in my life,
upon your love! A certain Count Bondier is persecuting me with
his attentions, and althogh I have in every way, not absolutely to
insult him, shown him my repugnance to his suit, and also distinctly
and firmly declined his addresses, yet he pursues them encouraged by
my father, who is warmly in favor of an alliance with his powerful
family through me. My father has just left me with the menace that
unless I will consent to marry him at the end of three months, that
he will immure me in a convent, which God knows is to be prefered.
I have asked and obtained six weeks to decide. This letter will reach
you in two. It will take three for you to reach here. I need not ask
you to fly—for my love tells me you will soon be here to claim your
own lover's bride. I have just heard something that has frozen my blood! I write, I
know not what! Do not come! I am lost to you forever! `I know not how to address you. `Dear Edward,' was flowing
from my pen—but I am unworthy to give you any endearing title. In
my last letter—it was a wild—strange one—but I was nearly mad
when I wrote it—I told you that events had transpired that rendered
it necessary for your honor and happiness that you should forget me!
I left all in mystery. But reflection has come to my aid—reason has
returned, and after hours of terrible insanity I can think and write
calmly. I did intend, Edward, to keep the dreadful secret forever
locked up in my own bosom. But this is pride; and with pride I
have no more to do. It would be cruel to you, whom my soul loves!
Oh, if I could forget—but no! I must live and remember. How
shall I relate my shame. I have sat down to do it that I might relieve
your mind from suspense, and show you I have not lightly trifled with
your love for me; for too well I know how fondly you love me. Alas,
that your noble heart had not been bestowed upon a worthier object.
But I will no longer avoid the painful subject. In three hours—tonight
at midnight I fly from my home, leaving no trace of my flight.
Before I take this step I wish you, Edward, to do me justice. Therefore
do I now write to you. You saw me first at the boarding schools
and knew me as the daughter of an opulent southern planter. You
offered me your noble love, and in return I gave you my heart. Oh,
the happiness of that hour when I first learned that you regarded me
with favor—that you loved me! But I cannot dwell upon these days
of happiness fled forever. Alas, why has heaven made me to be accursed!
Let me speak of more recent events. Let me explain to
you the meaning of the dark language of my last letter. I told you
that the only alternative of my union with the Count was to be immured
in a convent for life. I entreated you to fly to my rescue, ere
the time given me by my father for deciding between the two, elapsed.
This letter was followed in two days by another recalling my request,
and telling you that an event had occurred which rendered it necessary
that we should meet no more, that I was going to fly and hide
from the world, for I was unworthy your love or slightest regard. It
is this letter which now I am on the eve of flight I feel it my duty to
explain; then farewell forever, and forget that I have ever lived. Oh,
how can I relate my shame to him whose approbation and love I regard
next to Heaven's? But I must to my painful duty. I learn from your mother that you are out of employnent,
and from your late employer that you are an excellent printer.
I have a relative who is the editor and publisher of a literary
paper in New York who wants a partner who is a practical printer.
But little capital is required, with which if you would like the situation
(which is a profitable one and for which I think you are calculated)
I herewith make the offer of it. Pray let me hear from you tonight
that I may write to my relative. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Ingraham
J. H.
(Joseph Holt)
1809-1860 | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | The American lounger, or, Tales, sketches, and legends, gathered in sundry journeyings | | | | Published: | 1997 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | University of Virginia Library, Early American Fiction, 1789-1875 | UVA-LIB-EarlyAmFict1789-1875 | | | | Description: | I am a bachelor, dear reader! This I deem necessary
to premise, lest, peradventure, regarding me as
one of that class whose fate is sealed,
— “As if the genius of their stars had writ it,”
you should deem me traitor to my sworn alliance.
For what has a Benedict to do with things out of the
window, when his gentle wife—(what sweet phraseology
this last! How prettily it looks printed!) his
“gentle wife” with her quiet eye, her sewing and
rocking chair on one side, and his duplicates or triplicates,
in the shape of a round chunk of a baby, fat as
a butter-ball; two or three roguish urchins with tops
and wooden horses, and a fawn-like, pretty daughter
of some nine years, with her tresses adown her neck,
and a volume of Miss Edgworth's “Harry and Lucy”
in her hand, which she is reading by the fading
twilight—demand and invite his attention on the
other. “How I yearn to be once more folded in your sisterly
embrace, to lean my aching head upon your bosom,
and pour my heart into yours. It is near midnight.
Edward has gone out to seek some means of earning
the pittance which is now our daily support. Poor
Edward! How he exists under such an accumulation
of misery, I know not. His trials have nearly broken
his proud and sensitive spirit. Since his cruel arrest,
his heart is crushed. He will never hold up his head
again. He sits with me all day long, gloomy and desponding,
and never speaks. Oh how thankful I feel
that he has never yet been tempted to embrace the
dreadful alternative to which young men in his circumstances
too often fly! May he never fly to the
oblivious wine cup to fly from himself. In this, dear
Isabel, God has been, indeed, merciful to me. Last
night Edward came home, after offering himself even
as a day laborer, and yet no man would hire him, and
threw himself upon the floor and wept long and bitterly.
When he became calmer, he spoke of my sufferings
and his own, in the most hopeless manner, and
prayed that he might be taken from the world, for Pa
would then forgive me. But this will never be. One
grave will hold us both. I have not a great while to
live, Isabel! But I do not fear to die! Edward! 'tis
for Edward my heart is wrung. Alas his heart is hardened
to every religious impression—the Bible he
never opens, family prayers are neglected, and affliction
has so changed him altogether, that you can no
longer recognise the handsome, agreeable and fascinating
Edward you once knew. Oh, if pa would relent,
how happy we might all be again. If dear Edward's
debts were paid, and they do not amount to
nine hundred dollars altogether, accumulated during
the three years of our marriage, he might become an
ornament to society, which none are better fitted to
adorn. Do, dearest Isabel, use your influence with pa,
for we are really very wretched, and Edward has been
so often defeated in the most mortifying efforts to obtain
employment—for no one would assist him because
he is in debt—(the very reason why they should) that
he has not the resolution to subject himself again to
refusals, not unfrequently accompanied with insult,
and always with contempt. My situation at this time,
dearest sister, is one also of peculiar delicacy, and I
need your sisterly support and sympathy. Come and
see me, if only for one day. Do not refuse me this,
perhaps the last request I shall ever make of you.
Plead eloquently with pa, perhaps he will not persevere
longer in his cruel system of severity. Edward
is not guilty—he is unfortunate. But alas, in this
world, there is little distinction between guilt and misery!
Come, dearest Isabel—I cannot be said “No.”
I hear Edward's footstep on the stair. God bless and
make you happier than your wretched sister, “I have learned the extremity of your anger against
Edward. Your vindictive cruelty has cast him friendless
upon the world, and I fly to share his fortune. I
must ask your forgiveness for the step I am about to
take. I am betrothed to Edward by vows that are
registered in Heaven.—Alas! it is his poverty alone that
renders him so hateful to you—for once you thought
there was no one like Edward. God bless you, my
dear father, and make you happy here and hereafter. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Ingraham
J. H.
(Joseph Holt)
1809-1860 | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Alice May | | | | Published: | 1997 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | University of Virginia Library, Early American Fiction, 1789-1875 | UVA-LIB-EarlyAmFict1789-1875 | | | | Description: | I write to avail myself of my privilege and duty, as your betrothed
wife, to throw myself, at a crisis which has just occured in my life,
upon your love! A certain Count Bondier is persecuting me with his
attentions, and although I have in every way, not absolutely to insult
him, shown him my repugnance to his suit, and also distinctly and firmly
declined his addresses, yet he pursues them encouraged by my father
who is warmly in favor of an alliance with his powerful family through
me. My father has just left me with a menace that unless I will consent
to marry him at the end of three months, that he will immure me
in a convent, which God knows is to be preferred. I have asked and
obtained six weeks to decide. This letter will reach you in two. It
will take three weeks for you to reach here. I need not ask you to
fly—for my love tells me you will soon be here to claim your lover as
your bride! I have just heard something that has frozen my blood! I write, I
know not what! Do not come! I am lost to you forever! | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Irving
Washington
1783-1859 | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | The Alhambra | | | | Published: | 1997 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | University of Virginia Library, Early American Fiction, 1789-1875 | UVA-LIB-EarlyAmFict1789-1875 | | | | Description: | In the spring of 1829, the author of this work,
whom curiosity had brought into Spain, made a
rambling expedition from Seville to Granada, in
company with a friend, a member of the Russian
embassy at Madrid. Accident had thrown us together
from distant regions of the globe, and a similarity
of taste led us to wander together among
the romantic mountains of Andalusia. Should
these pages meet his eye, wherever thrown by
the duties of his station, whether mingling in the
pageantry of courts or meditating on the truer
glories of nature, may they recal the scenes of
our adventurous companionship, and with them the
remembrance of one, in whom neither time nor
distance will obliterate the recollection of his gentleness
and worth. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Irving
Washington
1783-1859 | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | The Alhambra | | | | Published: | 1997 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | University of Virginia Library, Early American Fiction, 1789-1875 | UVA-LIB-EarlyAmFict1789-1875 | | | | Description: | The common people of Spain have an oriental
passion for story-telling and are fond of the marvellous.
They will gather round the doors of
their cottages in summer evenings, or in the
great cavernous chimney corners of their ventas
in the winter, and listen with insatiable delight
to miraculous legends of saints, perilous adventures
of travellers, and daring exploits of robbers
and contrabandistas. The wild and solitary nature
of a great part of Spain; the imperfect state
of knowledge; the scantiness of general topics
of conversation, and the romantic, adventurous
life that every one leads in a land where travelling
is yet in its primitive state, all contribute
to cherish this love of oral narration, and to produce
a strong expression of the extravagant and
wonderful. There is no theme, however, more
prevalent or popular than that of treasures buried
by the Moors. It pervades the whole country.
In traversing the wild Sierras, the scenes of ancient
prey and exploit, you cannot see a Moorish
atalaya or watch-tower perched among the cliffs,
or beetling above its rock-built village, but your
muleteer, on being closely questioned, will suspend
the smoking of his cigarillo to tell some tale
of Moslem gold buried beneath its foundations;
nor is there a ruined alcazar in a city, but has
its golden tradition, handed down, from generation
to generation, among the poor people of the
neighbourhood. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Mitchell
I.
(Isaac)
ca. 1759-1812 | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | The asylum, or, Alonzo and Melissa | | | | Published: | 1997 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | University of Virginia Library, Early American Fiction, 1789-1875 | UVA-LIB-EarlyAmFict1789-1875 | | | | Description: | Sometime previous to the commencement
of the American revolution, there resided,
in the western part of Connecticut, a
gentleman of English extraction, whose ancestors
were among the earliest settlers of
this country. The patrimony he inherited
from his father, he had, by various speculation,
increased until he became the richest
man in those parts. His property lay in numerous
cultivated farms, most of which were
advantageously rented; in valuable wild
lands, and in money at interest on indubitable
security. His name was Bloomfield. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Smith
Richard Penn
1799-1854 | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | The actress of Padua, and other tales | | | | Published: | 1997 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | University of Virginia Library, Early American Fiction, 1789-1875 | UVA-LIB-EarlyAmFict1789-1875 | | | | Description: | In the year 1812, shortly after the declaration of
war with Great Britain, I made an excursion, partly
on business, partly of pleasure, into that beautiful
and romantic section of Pennsylvania, which lies
along its north-eastern boundary. One morning,
while pursuing my journey, I heard at a distance
the sound of martial music, which gradually became
more distinct as I ascended the Blue Ridge, and
seemed to proceed from a humble village, situated
in the deep valley beneath, on the bank of the Delaware.
Nothing could exceed the splendour of the
scene that lay below. The sun was just rising; his
first beams were gradually stealing through the break
or gap in the distant mountains, which seems to have
been burst open by the force of the torrent; and as
they gilded the dark green foliage of the wilderness,
presented a view which might well awaken the genius
of art, and the speculations of science, but was far
too pure to be estimated by those, whose taste had
been corrupted by admiration of the feeble skill of
man. Circumstances that it is impossible for me to explain
to-day, compel me to postpone our union for
the present, and perhaps forever. If I have any
influence over you, pray suspend your visits at Singleton
Hall, until such time as I may deem it prudent
to recall you. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Thompson
Daniel P.
(Daniel Pierce)
1795-1868 | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | The adventures of Timothy Peacock, Esquire, or,
Freemasonry practically illustrated | | | | Published: | 1997 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | University of Virginia Library, Early American Fiction, 1789-1875 | UVA-LIB-EarlyAmFict1789-1875 | | | | Description: | Our Hero, the present Thrice Illustrious TIMOTHY
PEACOCK, Esquire, was born in a small village in the
interior of Rhode Island. His father and mother were
deserters from a British fleet. They had, however, once
seen brighter days than this circumstance might seem to
imply; for Mr. Peacock, at one time, had the honor to
write himself Chief Butcher to His Majesty George III.,
London. Mrs. Peacock, before she united her destinies
to those of the honored father of our hero—that union which
was to bestow upon the New World the brightest masonic
star that ever illumined the wondering hemisphere of the
West—Mrs. Peacock, I say, was called the Billingsgate
Beauty. They very mackerels she sold might shrink from
a comparison with the plumpness of her person, and the
claws of her own lobsters were nothing in redness to the
vermillion of her cheeks. She made, as may well be supposed,
sad devastation among the hearts of the gallant
young fish-mongers.—Oystermen, clam-cryers, carpers,
shrimpers and all—all fell before the scorching blaze of
her optical artillery. But she would have mercy on none
of them; she aspired to a higher destiny; and her laudable
ambition was rewarded with the most flattering success;
for she soon saw herself the distinguished lady of
Peletiah Peacock, Chief Butcher to His Majesty. But
how she became the envy of many a dashing butcheress,
by the splendor of her appearance,—how her husband
flourished, and how he fell, and was driven from the stalls
of royalty,—how he took leave of the baffled bum-bailiffs
of his native city, enlisted on board a man of war, and
sailed for America, with permission for his loving rib to accompany
him,—how they both deserted at a New England
port, at which the vessel had touched, and were housed in
a friendly hay-stack in the neighborhood till the search
was over and vessel departed,—and, finally, how they travelled
over land till they reached the smiling village where
they found their abiding domicil, belongs, perhaps, to the
literati of Britain to relate. They have, and of right ought
to have, the first claim on the achievements of their countrymen
with which to fill the bright pages of their country's
biography; and to them then let us graciously yield the
honor of enshrining his memory with those of their Reverend
`Fiddlers' and truth-telling `Trollopes.' Far be it from
me to rob them of the glory of this theme.—Mine is a different
object; and I shall mention no more of the deeds of
the father than I conceive necessary to elucidate the history
of the son, whose brilliant career I have attempted, with
trembling diffidence, to sketch in the following unworthy
pages. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Tyler
Royall
1757-1826 | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | The Algerine captive, or, The life and adventures of Doctor Updike Underhill | | | | Published: | 1997 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | University of Virginia Library, Early American Fiction, 1789-1875 | UVA-LIB-EarlyAmFict1789-1875 | | | | Description: | MINISTER OF THE UNITED STATES AT THE
COURT OF LISBON, $C. I derive my birth from one
of the first emigrants to New England,
being lineally descended from Captain
John Underhill, who came into the Massachusetts
in the year one thousand six
hundred and thirty; of whom honourable
mention is made by that elegant, accurate,
and interesting historian, the Reverend
Jeremy Belknap, in his History of New
Hampshire. Remembrin my kind love to Mr. Hilton,
I now send you some note of my
tryalls at Boston.—Oh that I may come
out of this, and al the lyke tryalls, as
goold sevene times puryfyed in the furnice. Them there very extraordinary pare
of varses, you did yourself the onner to
address to a young lada of my partecling
acquaintance calls loudly for explination.
I shall be happy to do myself
the onner of wasting a few charges of
powder with you on the morro morning
precisely at one half hour before sun rose
at the lower end of — wharff. We saluted the castle with
seven guns, which was returned with
three, and then entered within the immense
pier, which forms the port. The
prisoners, thirty in number, were conveyed
to the castle, where we were received
with great parade by the Dey's
troops or cologlies, and guarded to a
heavy strong tower of the castle. The
Portuguese prisoners, to which nation
the Algerines have the most violent antipathy,
were immediately, with every
mark of contempt, spurned into a dark
dungeon beneath the foundations of the
tower, though there were several merchants
of eminence, and one young nobleman,
in the number. The Spaniards,
whom the Dey's subjects equally detest,
and fear more, were confined with me in
a grated room, on the second story. We
received, the same evening, rations similar
to what, we understood, were issued
to the garrison. The next day, we were
all led to a cleansing house, where we
were cleared from vermin, our hair cut
short, and our beards close shaved; thence
taken to a bath, and, after being well
bathed, we were clothed in coarse linen
drawers, a strait waistcoat of the same
without sleeves, and a kind of tunic or
loose coat over the whole, which, with a
pair of leather slippers, and a blue cotton
cap, equipped us, as we were informed,
to appear in the presence of the Dey,
who was to select the tenth prisoner from
us in person. The next morning, the
dragomen or interpreters, were very busy
in impressing upon us the most profound
respect for the Dey's person and
power, and teaching us the obeisance necessary
to be made in our approaches to this
august potentate. Soon after, we were
paraded; and Captain Hamed presented
each of us with a paper, written in a base
kind of Arabic, describing, as I was informed,
our persons, names, country, and
conditions in life; so far as our captors
could collect from our several examinations.
Upon the back of each paper was
a mark or number. The same mark was
painted upon a flat oval piece of wood,
somewhat like a painter's palette, and suspended
by a small brass chain to our
necks, hanging upon our breasts. The
guards then formed a hollow square.
We were blind folded until we passed
the fortifications, and then suffered to
view the city, and the immense rabble,
which surrounded us, until we came to
the palace of the Dey. Here, after much
military parade, the gates were thrown
open, and we entered a spacious court
yard, at the upper end of which the Dey
was seated, upon an eminence, covered
with the richest carpeting fringed with
gold. A circular canopy of Persian silk
was raised over his head, from which
were suspended curtains of the richest
embroidery, drawn into festoons by silk
cords and tassels, enriched with pearls.
Over the eminence, upon the right and
left, were canopies, which almost vied in
B 2
riches with the former, under which stood
the Mufri, his numerous Hadgi's, and
his principal officers, civil and military;
and on each side about seven hundred
foot guards were drawn up in the form
of a half moon. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Ward
Artemus
1834-1867 | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Artemus Ward's panorama | | | | Published: | 2003 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | University of Virginia Library, Early American Fiction, 1789-1875 | UVA-LIB-EarlyAmFict1789-1875 | | | | Description: | YOU are entirely welcome ladies and gentlemen
to my little picture-shop.1
1 “My little picture-shop.”—I have already stated that the
room used was the lesser of the two on the first-floor of the
Egyptian Hall. The panorama was to the left on entering,
and Artemus Ward stood at the south-east corner facing the
door. He had beside him a music-stand, on which for the
first few days he availed himself of the assistance afforded by
a sheet of foolscap on which all his “cues” were written out
in a large hand. The proscenium was covered with dark
cloth, and the picture bounded by a great gilt frame. On the
rostrum behind the lecturer was a little door giving admission
to the space behind the picture where the piano was placed.
Through this door Artemus would disappear occasionally in
the course of the evening, either to instruct his pianist to play
a few more bars of music, to tell his assistants to roll the
picture more quickly or more slowly, or to give some instructions
to the man who worked “the moon.” The little
lecture-room was thronged nightly during the very few
weeks of its being open.
My dear Sir,—My wife was dangerously unwell for over sixteen
years. She was so weak that she could not lift a teaspoon to her mouth.
But in a fortunate moment she commenced reading one of your lectures.
She got better at once. She gained strength so rapidly that she lifted the
cottage piano quite a distance from the floor, and then tipped it over on
to her mother-in-law, with whom she had had some little trouble. We
like your lectures very much. Please send me a barrel of them. If you
should require any more recommendations, you can get any number of
them in this place, at two shillings each, the price I charge for this one,
and I trust you may be ever happy. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Cary
Alice
1820-1871 | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | The adopted daughter | | | | Published: | 2002 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | University of Virginia Library, Early American Fiction, 1789-1875 | UVA-LIB-EarlyAmFict1789-1875 | | | | Description: | BY ALICE CAREY,
AUTHOR OF “CLOVERNOOK,” “LYRA,” ETC. “Miss Pridore,—A conversation with your brother this
afternoon, in which my father's misfortunes were the subject of
ridicule, will make it necessary for me to forego the pleasure of
seeing you at his birth-night party. Your friend, | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Child
Lydia Maria Francis
1802-1880 | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Autumnal leaves | | | | Published: | 2003 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | University of Virginia Library, Early American Fiction, 1789-1875 | UVA-LIB-EarlyAmFict1789-1875 | | | | Description: | “What a remarkably pretty girl Mrs. Barton
has for a nursery maid,” said Mrs. Vernon to her
daughter. “Forgive me for venturing to call you so. I
am compelled to depart for Italy to-morrow; and
that must be my excuse. I have reflected much
upon the subject, and young as I am, I feel that it
is my duty not to refuse the eligible situation my
relatives have procured for me. It has given me
great pain to come to this conclusion; but I console
myself with the reflection that some day or other,
I shall be free to follow my own inclinations. I
can never forget you, never cease to love you; and
I cannot part without saying farewell, and conjuring
you to cherish the memory of the blissful moments
we have passed together. Do ask Mrs. Barton
to allow me an hour's interview with you this
evening. She and your mother can both be present,
if they think proper. They will see by this
3
request that my views are honourable, and my professions
sincere. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | unknown | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | The arrow of gold, or, The shell gatherer | | | | Published: | 2003 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | University of Virginia Library, Early American Fiction, 1789-1875 | UVA-LIB-EarlyAmFict1789-1875 | | | | Description: | “A young man, about eighteen years of age,
five feet ten inches high, with brown complexion,
dark hazel eyes very bright, and black
curling hair, left the Arrow Inn on the morning
of the 27th, to go to St. James's Palace. He
was an entire stranger in London; and, as he has
not returned, and had considerable money in his
purse, it is feared he has met with foul play, or
is lost. He wore a snuff-colored Lincolnshire
frock, blue kersey trowsers, and a brown seal-skin
cap with a visor. He has a proud air, and
is gentle-spoken. “Dear Dame Cresset: I lost my way—I
was pressed in a man-of-war—I am now a prisoner.
This man, Bolton, says he will give you
this, if he escapes free. Take care of my things!
I do not know the name of the ship—but I hope
yet to escape, sooner or later. Farewell. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | English
Thomas Dunn
1819-1902 | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Ambrose Fecit, or, The peer and the printer | | | | Published: | 2003 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | University of Virginia Library, Early American Fiction, 1789-1875 | UVA-LIB-EarlyAmFict1789-1875 | | | | Description: | I must have been about eighteen
years old, or thereabouts, when, on a
holiday in June, I walked out, and
strolled by the high road to the country
beyond Puttenham. The highway
led me to a common over which it
crossed; and there, musing over the
commonplace events of the week, I
wandered over the knolls of gravelly
soil, and among the furze-bushes, watching
the donkies as they cropped the
scanty blades of grass, and indulged
occasionally in a tit-bit, in the way of
a juicy thistle. Tired at length, I sat
me down to rest under a thorn-bush
by the road-side, and was thus seated
when I heard the sound of voices.
Looking up, I saw a man approach,
who was leading by the hand a little
girl who appeared to be about ten
years of age. I was struck with the
appearance of the couple, and so scanned
them closely. “My dear young friend—A letter, received
as you left us last night, called me direct to
London, without an opportunity to bid you
more than this farewell, or to express, as I
ought, my sense of your kindness. Zara
sends her love to you, and the enclosed souvenir.
May God have you in his holy keeping. “Herewith you have a copy of my portrait
of little Zara, whose untimely fate in being
whisked away by a grim, grey-bearded ogre,
you have so much lamented. I think that I
have not only caught the features, but the
whole spirit of her extraordinary face. I
should like your criticism on that point, for
you were so fond of her that her expression
must be firmly fixed on your mind. “My dear Ambrose:—Read this letter as
carefully as you like, and then—burn it. “My dear Ambrose:—You have been
nearly four years absent from England,
and I have done my best to send
and keep you away. Now, I write to
you to urge you to come back. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Lowell
Robert
1816-1891 | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Antony Brade | | | | Published: | 2003 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | University of Virginia Library, Early American Fiction, 1789-1875 | UVA-LIB-EarlyAmFict1789-1875 | | | | Description: | Although our story lies at least as much among
grown-up people as among boys, yet we begin it among
these, because our hero happens to be one of them. Dear Jo, or Miss Alcott, — We have all been reading “Little Women,” and
we liked it so much I could not help wanting to write to you. We think you are
perfectly splendid; I like you better every time I read it. We were all so disappointed
about your not marrying Laurie; I cried over that part, — I could not help
it. We all liked Laurie ever so much, and almost killed ourselves laughing over
the funny things you and he said. LITTLE MEN: Life at Plumfield with Jo's Boys.
By Louisa M. Alcott. With Illustrations. Price
$1.50. Dear Miss Alcott, — We have just finished “Little Men,” and like it so
much that we thought we would write and ask you to write another book sequel to
“Little Men,” and have more about Laurie and Amy, as we like them the best.
We are the Literary Club, and we got the idea from “Little Women.” We have
a paper two sheets of foolscap and a half. There are four of us, two cousins and
my sister and myself Our assumed names are: Horace Greeley, President: Susan
B. Anthony, Editor; Harriet B. Stowe, Vice-President; and myself, Anna C.
Ritchie, Secretary. We call our paper the “Saturday Night,” and we all write
stories and have reports of sermons and of our meetings, and write about the
queens of England. We did not know but you would like to hear this, as the
idea sprang from your book; and we thought we would write, as we liked your
book so much. And now, if it is not too much to ask of you, I wish you would
answer this, as we are very impatient to know if you will write another book; and
please answer soon, as Miss Anthony is going away, and she wishes very much to
hear from you before she does. If you write, please direct to — Street, Brooklyn,
N.Y. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Spofford
Harriet Elizabeth Prescott
1835-1921 | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Azarian | | | | Published: | 2003 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | University of Virginia Library, Early American Fiction, 1789-1875 | UVA-LIB-EarlyAmFict1789-1875 | | | | Description: | Life, which slips us along like beads on a
leash, strung summer after summer on Ruth
Yetton's thread, yet none so bright as that
one where the Azarian had pictured his sunny
face and all his infinite variety of pranksome
ways. Ruth's mother had thrown her
up in despair, as good for nothing under the
sun, but her father always took her on his
knee at twilight, listened to her little idealities,
and dreamed the hour away with her. Yet
without the mother's constructive strength,
all Ruth's inherited visioning would have
availed her ill. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Holland
J. G.
(Josiah Gilbert)
1819-1881 | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Arthur Bonnicastle | | | | Published: | 2003 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | University of Virginia Library, Early American Fiction, 1789-1875 | UVA-LIB-EarlyAmFict1789-1875 | | | | Description: | Life looks beautiful from both extremities. Prospect and
retrospect shine alike in a light so divine as to suggest that the
first catches some radiance from the gates, not yet closed, by
which the soul has entered, and that the last is illuminated from
the opening realm into which it is soon to pass. “I should like to see you here next Monday morning, in regard to some
repairs about The Mansion. Come early, and if your little boy Arthur is
well enough you may bring him. “I have lost my ball. I don't know where in the world it can be. It
seemed to get away from me in a curious style. Mr. Bird is very kind,
and I like him very much. I am sorry to say I have lost my Barlow knife
too. Mr. Bird says a Barlow knife is a very good thing. I don't quite
think I have lost the twenty-five cent piece. I have not seen it since yesterday
morning, and I think I shall find it. Henry Hulm, who is my
chum, and a very smart boy, I can tell you, thinks the money will be found.
Mr. Bird says there must be a hole in the top of my pocket. I don't know
what to do. I am afraid Aunt Sanderson will be cross about it. Mr.
Bird thinks I ought to give my knife to the boy that will find the money,
and the money to the boy that will find the knife, but I don't see as I
should make much in that way, do you? I love Mrs. Bird very much.
Miss Butler is the dearest young lady I ever knew. Mrs. Bird kisses us all
when we go to bed, and it seems real good. I have put the testament in
the bottom of my trunk, under all the things. I shall keep that if possible.
If Mrs. Sanderson finds out that I have lost the things, I wish you would
explain it and tell her the testament is safe. Miss Butler has dark eyebrows
and wears a belt. Mr. Bird has killed another woodchuck. I wonder
if you left the key of my trunk. It seems to be gone. We have real
good times, playing ball and taking walks. I have walked out with Miss
Butler. I wish mother could see her hair, and I am your son with ever so
much love to you and mother and all, “Bring home your Attlus. “The Bell is a noble vessel. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Ward
Artemus
1834-1867 | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Artemus Ward, his book ; with many comic illustrations | | | | Published: | 2003 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | University of Virginia Library, Early American Fiction, 1789-1875 | UVA-LIB-EarlyAmFict1789-1875 | | | | Description: | Sir—I'm movin along—slowly along—down
tords your place. I want you should rite me a
letter, sayin how is the show bizniss in your place.
My show at present consists of three moral Bares, a
Kangaroo (a amoozin little Raskal—t'would make
you larf yerself to deth to see the little cuss jump
up and squeal) wax figgers of G. Washington Gen.
Tayler John Bunyan Capt. Kidd and Dr. Webster
in the act of killin Dr. Parkman, besides several
miscellanyus moral wax statoots of celebrated piruts
& murderers, &c., ekalled by few & exceld by
none. Now Mr. Editor, scratch orf a few lines
sayin how is the show bizniss down to your place.
I shall hav my hanbills dun at your offiss. Depend
upon it. I want you should git my hanbills up in
flamin stile. Also git up a tremenjus excitemunt
in yr. paper 'bowt my onparaleld Show. We must
fetch the public sumhow. We must wurk on their
feelins. Cum the moral on 'em strong. If it's a
temprance community tell 'em I sined the pledge fifteen
minits arter Ise born, but on the contery ef your
peple take their tods, say Mister Ward is as Jenial
a feller as we ever met, full of conwiviality, & the
life an sole of the Soshul Bored. Take, don't you?
If you say anythin abowt my show say my snaiks is
as harmliss as the new born Babe. What a interestin
study it is to see a zewological animil like a
snaik under perfeck subjecshun! My kangaroo is
the most larfable little cuss I ever saw. All for 15
cents. I am anxyus to skewer your infloounce. I
repeet in regard to them hanbills that I shall git
'em struck orf up to your printin office. My
perlitercal sentiments agree with yourn exackly. I
know thay do, becawz I never saw a man whoos
didn't. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Simms
William Gilmore
1806-1870 | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | As good as a comedy, or, The Tennesseean's story | | | | Published: | 2003 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | University of Virginia Library, Early American Fiction, 1789-1875 | UVA-LIB-EarlyAmFict1789-1875 | | | | Description: | Let us start fairly, and not on an empty stomach.
Reader, we begin with a Georgia breakfast. We are
at one of those plain, unpretending, but substantial
farm-houses, which, in the interior of Georgia, and
other Southern States, distinguished more especially
the older inhabitants; those who, from time immemorial,
have appeared pretty much as we find them now.
These all date back beyond the Revolution; the usual
epoch, in our country, at which an ancient family may
be permitted to begin. The region is one of those
lovely spots among the barrens of middle Georgia, in
which, surveyed from the proper point of view, there is
nothing barren. You are not to suppose the settlement
an old one, by any means, for it is not more than twenty
or twenty-five years since all the contiguous territory
within a space of sixty miles was rescued from the
savages. But our family is an old one; inheriting all
the pride, the tastes, and the feelings which belonged
to the old Southern “Continentaler.” This will be
apparent as we proceed; as it is apparent, in fact, to
the eye which contrasts the exterior of its dwelling with
that of the neighboring settlements among which it
harbors. The spot, though undistinguished by surprising
scenery, is a very lovely one, and not unfrequent
in the middle country of the Atlantic Southern
States. It presents a pleasing prospect under a single
glance of the eye, of smooth lawn, and gentle acclivity,
and lofty forest growth. A streamlet, or branch, as it
is here called, winds along, murmuring as it goes, at the
foot of a gentle eminence which is crowned with a luxuriant
wealth of pine and cedar. Looking up from this
spot while your steed drinks, you behold, perched on
another gentle swell of ground, as snug and handsome
an edifice as our forest country usually affords; none
of your overgrown ambitious establishments, but a trim
tidy dwelling, consisting of a single story of wood upon
a brick basement, and surrounded on three sides by a
most glorious piazza. The lawn slopes away, for several
hundred yards, an even and very gradual descent even
to the road; a broad tract, well sprinkled with noble
trees, oaks, oranges, and cedars, with here and there a
clump of towering pines, under which steeds are grazing,
in whose slender and symmetrical forms, clean legs, and
glossy skins, you may discern instant signs of those
superior foreign breeds which the Southern planter so
much affects. The house, neatly painted white, with
green blinds and shutters, is kept in admirable trim; and,
from the agreeable arrangement of trees and shrubbery,
it would seem that the place had been laid out and was
tenanted by those who brought good taste and a becoming
sense of the beautiful to the task. There was
no great exercise of art, it is true. That is not pretended.
But nature was not suffered to have her own
way entirely, was not suffered to overrun the face of
the land with her luxuriance; nor was man so savage
as to strip her utterly of all her graceful decorations—
a crime which we are too frequently called upon to deplore
and to denounce, when we contemplate the habitations
even of the wealthy among our people, particularly
in the South, despoiled, by barbarity, of all their shade-trees,
and denuded of all the grace and softness which
these necessarily confer upon the landscape. Here, the
glance seemed to rest satisfied with what it beheld, and
to want for nothing. There might be bigger houses,
and loftier structures, of more ambitious design and
more commanding proportion; but this was certainly
very neat, and very much in its place. Its white outlines
caught your eye, glinting through openings of the
forest, approaching by the road on either hand, for
some distance before you drew nigh, and with such an
air of peace and sweetness, that you were insensibly
prepared to regard its inmates as very good and well-bred
people. Nor are we wrong in these conjectures.
But of this hereafter. At this moment, you may see
a very splendid iron-gray charger, saddled, and fastened
in the shade, some twenty steps from the dwelling. Lift
your eye to the piazza, and you behold the owner. A
finer-looking fellow lives not in the country. Tall, well
made, and muscular, he treads the piazza like a prince.
The freedom of carriage which belongs to the gentlemen
in our forest country is inimitable, is not to be acquired
by art, and is due to the fact that they suffer from no
laborious occupation, undergo no drudgery, and are
subject to no confinement, which, in childhood, contract
the shoulders into a stoop, depress the spirits, enfeeble
the energies, and wofully impair the freedom and elegance
of the deportment. Constant exercise on foot
and horseback, the fox hunt and the chase; these, with
other sylvan sports, do wonders for the physique, the
grace and the bearing of the country gentleman of the
South. The person before us is one of the noblest specimens
of his class. A frank and handsome countenance,
with a skin clear and inclining to the florid; a bright,
martial blue eye; a full chin; thick, massive locks of
dark brown hair, and lips that express a rare sweetness,
and only do not smile, sufficiently distinguish his peculiarities
of face. His dress is simple, after an ordinary
fashion of the country, but is surprisingly neat and becoming.
A loose blouse, rather more after the Choctaw
than the Parisian pattern, does not lessen the symmetry
of his shape. His trousers are not so loose as to conceal
the fine muscular developments of his lower limbs;
nor does his loose negligée neckcloth, simply folded
about the neck, prevent the display of a column which
admirably sustains the intellectual and massive head
which crowns it, and which we now behold uncovered.
Booted and spurred, he appears ready for a journey,
walks the piazza with something of impatience in his
manner, and frequently stops to shade his eyes from the
glare, as he strains them in exploring the distant highway.
You see that he is young, scarcely twenty-two;
eager in his impulses, restive under restraint, and better
able to endure and struggle with the conflict than to
wait for its slow approaches. Suddenly he starts. He
turns to a call from within, and a matron lady appears
at the entrance of the dwelling, and joins him in the
piazza. He turns to her with respect and fondness. She
is his mother; a stately dame, with features like his
own; a manner at once easy and dignified; an eye
grave, but benevolent; and a voice whose slow, subdued
accents possess a rare sweetness not unmingled with
command. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Woods
Edgar | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Albemarle County in Virginia | | | | Published: | 2007 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | The settlement of Virginia was a slow and gradual process.
Plantations were for the most part opened on the
water courses, extending along the banks of the James, and
on the shores of the Chesapeake Bay and its tributaries.
It was more than a century after the landing at Jamestown
before white men made the passage of the Blue Ridge. As
soon as that event was noised abroad, it was speedily followed
up, and in the space of the next twenty years the tide
of population had touched the interior portions of the colony,
one stream pushing westward from the sea coast, and
another rolling up the Shenandoah Valley from the wilds of
Pennsylvania. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Clemons
Harry
1879-1968 | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | The A.L.A. in Siberia | | | | Published: | 2007 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | . . . Perhaps I had better begin epistolary communication
by certain commentaries on the cablegrams. Yesterday and today I have found four new places where
books have been distributed. The largest collection was of
300 volumes, shelved in a Y. M. C. A. hut and canteen.
There were just sixteen books on the shelves, the others being
in circulation! The cards had been used in this case, and
I found that the cards recorded an average use of fully ten
loans per volume. The men were reading everything in
sight. At the beginning of this week I seemed at a loss how to
proceed. However, I learned at the office of the Chief of
Staff that a letter had recently been received there from
Miss Mary Polk of Manila stating that a dozen or so boxes
of books and periodicals had been sent by transport from the
Philippines. So I started after these, ran into a mesh of red
tape, and after some patient unwinding—during which I received
most courteous treatment—I reached the following
results—which make up my report for the week:— I have finished unpacking the boxes of periodicals which I
reported last week. The periodicals have been sorted and I
have now begun the more interesting work of making up
sets to send out. Already twenty-eight sets have been made up
for seventeen places. Some have been distributed, but thirteen
mail sacks are ready for tomorrow. I hope to be able to
send sets to all the detachments, large and small, of this expedition
during the coming week—Christmas week. Thus do
we introduce the short-story into the long Siberian night. On December 24th, I cabled to you: "For sending money
Vladivostok branch Hongkong Shanghai Bank available." There was a violent storm here on New Year's Day, and
. . . consequently what is officially known as "transportation"
has been interfered with. Herewith acknowledge receipt of parcel of magazines received
from you today. In thanking you for this shipment
I would like to express my personal appreciation for the very
good work done by the American Library Association in all
the posts that I have seen in Siberia. There has just come by post from Miss Mary Polk, of
Manila, a very welcome collection of supplies and information.
I have been particularly eager to get printed or other matter
about the working of the Camp Libraries in the States and
overseas. . . . Yesterday I received by registered post from "The One Hundredth
Bank, Ltd.," Tokyo, Japan, the following letter, under
date of January eighth: . . . "We beg to enclose herewith a cheque payable at the
Matsuda Bank for yen 3,720.93, being the equivalent of $2,000
at $53¾. This past week has been a fairly busy one. Now that I
am able to get really to work with real cases of real A. L. A.
books, perhaps you will not have to wade through such
lengthy screeds from me. . . . Last week I reported to you
the details of the quest of seven cases of books, which had
gone to the Y. M. C. A. All the difficulties which had not
previously arisen in that quest emerged this week. However,
I got the cases on Thursday. . . . One of the seven
cases was short about twenty or twenty-five books. I judge
that the case had been opened en route. I have written to the
Director of the Y. M. C. A. in Vladivostok for any possible
clue about the missing volumes. . . . The use of the little Clearing House and Reference
Library has increased beyond my expectations. And the cases
which I have been able to distribute from the twenty-one
received (three of which were sent out by the Y. M. C. A.)
have only whetted the appetite for more. I shall be grievously
disappointed if the next transport—due in about a
week—does not bring a number of cases. On February 4th, I received the following cable message:
. . . "Shall we subscribe magazines continue book shipments
how many." . . . Now I have both letters and books. In quantity too.
. . . Your words, "Your plan of action seems the only wise
one," gave me immense relief. I have felt the aim of the
American Library Association War Service. That explains
my coming to Siberia. But I was anxious lest my lack of any
experience in camp library methods should make my efforts
appear futile to you from the very start. I have taken the opportunity to go over your letter of
January ninth and the two sets of circular instructions more
carefully. . . . As yet I have not discovered an answer to my
question concerning the ultimate disposal of books. . . . Next
as regards the shipment of books from Manila and from San
Francisco. . . . When I arrived in December, of the fifty-five
cases, twenty-four were in the Quartermaster's warehouse,
having arrived but a short time before. The others
had apparently been disposed of among the forces by the
Quartermaster's Department. One of the twenty-four cases
was addressed to a regiment with headquarters at Habarovsk,
and I sent this on without opening. Of the others all but
five or six contained periodicals. These I distributed as I
have previously reported. Two boxes of good books I turned
over to the Colonel in command at the American Base, for
his regimental library—a very successful institution. There
were two huge boxes of books, many of them old and worn
and worm-eaten and all having two or three club labels pasted
on the covers. I repacked ten smaller boxes from these and
sent them to various places—a hospital, isolated stations, and
so on. Several hundred of these remain. I have permitted
them to be taken as gifts and have continued to distribute
them myself as opportunity offered—when a new ward was
opened in a nearby hospital, when a "troupe" of soldiers went
off to perform at various detachments, when a Red Cross guard
went to Omsk, when I learned of a handful of signal corps men
at a point on the railway. About a hundred and fifty newer
books I kept until I received some cards and pockets from
Miss Polk—for I found none of the books in the cases
equipped with cards and pockets—and with this hundred
and fifty I was able to effect the beginnings of an exchange of
A. L. A. books which had previously been distributed. This
exchange affected five different detachments. Notice has reached me by letter from San Francisco that
on the March transport, the "Thomas," which is due to arrive
this coming week, there are thirty-four cases of books for
me and four for the transport. . . . I shall then have received
one hundred and twenty-two altogether. If twenty more are
sent in response to my recent cablegram, there will be an adequate
supply for this expedition at its present strength. The transport "Thomas" has arrived with A. L. A. cases,
but as these are unloaded by the Quartermaster's Corps,
turned over to the Commanding General, turned back to the
Q. M. C., and turned over to me, it will probably be several
days before my "turn" comes. The thirty-four cases for the A. E. F. Siberia have been
turned over to me. As yet I have not discovered the case of
supplies, but this may possibly be at the bottom of the pile. This week the Chief of Staff went over with me the situation
concerning the withdrawal of the Expedition. . . . The
conference was specifically about the answer, [&c.] The Chief
of Staff finally suggested that periodicals might be ordered
for the permanent units. . . . In case of any withdrawals
the periodicals would, of course, follow these units to their
new location. . . . . . . The three boxes of books containing respectively, 69
71 and 71 volumes, were promptly received and have been
placed in the crew's library of this vessel. I need hardly assure
you that the acquisition of a new collection of books
at this time and place was especially gratifying. Last week I gave you the reasons for making the subscriptions
for periodicals. . . . The colonels . . . have expressed
pleasure at the idea of receiving these periodicals. I enclose
a copy of the signed letter from Colonel Styer. In reply to yours of March 23rd, I beg to say that we will
appreciate very much receiving the periodicals you mention.
If they are addressed to the Headquarters of the Regiment,
the Chaplain will attend to their distribution in case our
companies are scattered in a number of places. . . . This past week I have received your letter of February
twenty-first and two cable messages. . . . This week a box of periodicals sent by the United States
Soldiers' Christian Aid Association, George Breck, Esq., Secretary,
5 Beekman Street, New York City, was turned over
to me for distribution. The periodicals have been distributed
and the gift acknowledged. . . . Up to the present I have repacked, listed, and distributed
eighty-two cases. . . . [To continue] my attempts to
cover the whole Expedition and to make the distribution of
books so far as possible proportional to the strength of the
detachments . . . now means a redistribution of books, and
a redistribution from centers outside of Vladivostok and the
Base—from centers, that is, which are going to be reduced in
strength. Hence, I have been waiting for a fortnight or so,
and shall continue to do so until it becomes clear how the
troops are to be located. . . . . . . By repacking each case of books sent out from the
Clearing House Library (eighty-seven cases have thus far
been so repacked) and retaining a list of the contents, I have
been able to build up collections of books that were largely
free from duplication and that contained a proportion and
type of non-fiction books adapted to the local use—at least
such has been my purpose. It is altogether probable that
in the redistribution of troops the larger collections have been
broken up into smaller collections and repacked for this purpose
in such a way that I have no longer any use for my
lists. The plans for the redistribution of troops have been
carried out rapidly and my appeals to the various centers for
information about the books have thus far brought not a
single response. Of course, where companies have gone out
from the Base at Vladivostok I have been able to handle
the matter as before. But the troops from centers like
Habarovsk have gone from those centers, they are now on the
way, and, though the sectors to be guarded are known, the
actual locations of the entrained troops will depend on the
discovery of suitable barracks by the Commanding Officers;
hence, these ultimate locations are not known even at Head-quarters
in Vladivostok. . . . I have written two short letters containing lists of
books desired by Captain Ward of the Intelligence Department
and by Lieutenant Horgan, the Morale Officer. No cable . . . no message about my relief has been received.
The cable business here is extraordinarily slow and
uncertain. Your message of March fourteenth did not reach
me until the end of the month. . . . The administration of
this Expedition amid huge distances and such means of
communication and transportation is one of the feats of the
war. . . . Chaplain Loughran [appointed my successor] is one of the
four chaplains who arrived a fortnight ago on the transport
"Sherman." He has been assigned to the Base, lives at the
officers' mess where I have been staying, and a simple chapel
room is being made for him in warehouse number three, one
wall of the chapel serving also as a wall of the Base Library.
So his work will be centralized—the feast of reason on one
side and the flow of soul on the other. He is Catholic. Already
he has made a good impression for energy and for
ability to get on with the men. . . . | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Akutagawa, Ryunosuke | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Aki | | | | Published: | 2005 | | | | Subjects: | Japanese Text Initiative | | | | Description: | 拭絖絅喝紊у
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| | Author: | Miyamoto, Yuriko | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | "Ai to shi" | | | | Published: | 2003 | | | | Subjects: | Japanese Text Initiative | | | | Description: | 「愛と死」が、読むものの心にあたたかく自然に触れてゆくところをもった作品であることはよくわかる。武者小路実篤氏の独特な文体は、『白樺』へ作品がのりはじめた頃から既に三十年来読者にとって
馴染
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ふかいものであり、しかもこの頃は、一方で益々単純化されて来ているとともに練れて光沢を帯びたようなところが出来ている。そのような文章で描き出されている「愛と死」の夏子の愛くるしさは躍如としているし、その愛らしい妹への野々村の情愛、夏子を愛する村岡の率直な情熱、思い設けない夏子の病死と死の悲しみにたえて行こうとする村岡の心持など、いかにもこの作者らしい一貫性で語られている。 | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Miyamoto, Yuriko | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Akai kasha | | | | Published: | 2003 | | | | Subjects: | Japanese Text Initiative | | | | Description: | そこは広い野原で、かなたに堤防が見えた。堤防のかなたに川があるのではなく、やはり野原で、
轍
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の跡が深く泥濘にくいこんだ田舎道が、堤防の橋の下をくぐったさきにつづいて見えた。工事のはじめから堤防は大きな空の下で弓なりに野をはい、多分愉快な自動車道にでもなるわけらしかった。革命の時、工事が中止された。それ以来いつになっても働く人間の姿は見えず、ある個所は橋をかけるように堤防と堤防とをきりはなしたまま、鉄橋はなかった。村に近いところでは、すでに堤防の砂がくずれた。未完成な堤防になれた子供たちがそこを駈けのぼったり駈け下りたりした。山羊が高いところで白い腹の毛を風に吹かせていることもある。 | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Miyamoto, Yuriko | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Annetto | | | | Published: | 2003 | | | | Subjects: | Japanese Text Initiative | | | | Description: | 好きな物語の好きな
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ヒロイン
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アンネットです。この小説はジャン・クリストフのように、アンネットという女性の一生を取扱ったもので、まだ第三巻目が発行されたばかりで、而もその「母と子」という題の三冊目はまだ読んでいないから、私の内でアンネットの人格は全く発展の中途にあるのです。 | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Miyamoto, Yuriko | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Atarashii bungaku no tanjo: Wakai hito ni okuru | | | | Published: | 2003 | | | | Subjects: | Japanese Text Initiative | | | | Description: | 文学に心をひかれる人は、いつも、自分がかきはじめるより先にかならず読みはじめている。しかも、わたしたちがはじめて読んだ小説や、詩はどんな工合にして手にふれたかと云えば、それは十中八九偶然である。そういう人は大抵よむのがすきで、年の小さいときからいつとはなしに、あれやこれやの文学をよんで来ているのだが、はじめて読んだ小説をいまわたしたちがわきまえているような意味では、小説だとさえ知らずに読みはじめたような場合も多いと思う。ふとよんだものに不思議にひきつけられ、
犢
（
こうし
）
がうまい草にひかれてひろい牧場の果から果へ歩くように、段々そういう種類の本をさがして読みすすんで、あるとき、ほんとに自分は文学が好きなのだった、と自分に発見する。こういう過程は、私たちのすべてが経験していることではないだろうか。 | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Miyamoto, Yuriko | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Asu no chisei | | | | Published: | 2003 | | | | Subjects: | Japanese Text Initiative | | | | Description: | 第二次ヨーロッパ大戦は、私たち現世紀の人間にさまざまの深刻な教訓をあたえた。そのもっとも根本的な点は国際間の複雑な利害矛盾の調整は、封建的で、また資本主義的な強圧であるナチズムやファシズムでは、できなかったという事実である。もっと進歩した、もっと合理的な方法でなくては――ただ殺戮、侵略、武力では、国際間の問題は解決しないということを血をもって学んだ。 | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Miyamoto, Yuriko | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Akarui koba | | | | Published: | 2003 | | | | Subjects: | Japanese Text Initiative | | | | Description: | ソヴェト同盟の南にロストフという都会がある。ドン川という大きい河に沿って、花の沢山咲いた綺麗な街が、新しい労働者住宅やクラブの間にとおっている。私は七月のある朝、ドイツからソヴェト同盟へやって来たドイツの労働者見学団といっしょにホテルを出て、ドン国営煙草工場見学に出かけた。ロストフはウクライナ共和国の主都で、附近にはソヴェト第一の大国営農場「ギガント」があった。丁度素晴らしい「トラクター」や「コンバイン」をつかって麦の収穫を終ったばかりのところである。ドイツからの労働者見学団の若い男女たちは、その収穫の壮大な仕事ぶりを見てきたばかりなので、片言のロシア語やあやしげな英語で（私にドイツ語がわからないから）さかんにその見事な様子について私に話してきかせる。私がロストフへきていたのもその「ギガント」を見るためなのである。 | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Miyamoto, Yuriko | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Asu no kotoba: Ruporutaju no mondai | | | | Published: | 2003 | | | | Subjects: | Japanese Text Initiative | | | | Description: | 日本文学が近い将来に、どのような新たな要素をとりいれて進展してゆくだろうかという問題は、決して単純に答えられないことであると思う。日本の社会がこの先どうなって行くだろうかと訊かれて、簡単に答え得る人は、寧ろ今日の現実の裡で十分緻密な生活感情をもって複雑な日々の経験をとり入れている人であるとは云い難い実情である。現実は益々複雑な面を露出している。文学の歩みがその社会的相関の相貌をつよく反映して、種々な交錯の中に推移してゆかなければならないことも亦当然であろう。 | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Shimazaki, Toson | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Arashi | | | | Published: | 2005 | | | | Subjects: | Japanese Text Initiative | | | | Description: | 子供らは古い時計のかかった茶の間に集まって、そこにある柱のそばへ各自の
背丈
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せたけ
）
を比べに行った。次郎の
背
（
せい
）
の高くなったのにも驚く。家じゅうで、いちばん高い、あの子の頭はもう一寸四
分
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ぶ
）
ぐらいで
鴨居
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かもい
）
にまで届きそうに見える。毎年の暮れに、郷里のほうから年取りに上京して、その時だけ私たちと一緒になる太郎よりも、次郎のほうが背はずっと高くなった。 | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Shimazaki, Toson | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Asameshi | | | | Published: | 2005 | | | | Subjects: | Japanese Text Initiative | | | | Description: | 五月が来た。測候所の技手なぞをして居るものは誰しも同じ思であろうが、殊に自分はこの五月を堪えがたく思う。其日々々の
勤務
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つとめ
）
――気圧を調べるとか、風力を計るとか、雲形を観察するとか、または東京の気象台へ宛てて報告を作るとか、そんな仕事に追われて、月日を送るという境涯でも、あの蛙が旅情をそそるように鳴出す頃になると、妙に寂しい
思想
（
かんがえ
）
を起す。旅だ――五月が自分に教えるのである。 | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Tokuda, Shusei | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Arakure | | | | Published: | 2003 | | | | Subjects: | Japanese Text Initiative | | | | Description: | お
島
(
しま
)
が
養親
(
やしないおや
)
の口から、近いうちに自分に
入婿
(
いりむこ
)
の来るよしをほのめかされた時に、彼女の
頭脳
(
あたま
)
には、まだ何等の
分明
(
はっきり
)
した考えも起って来なかった。 | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Austin, Mary | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Art Influence in the West | | | | Published: | 1997 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | WHOEVER undertakes to discuss art influence brings up sooner or
later at the Greeks. I prefer to begin there, and to begin with that one of
its sources which is not peculiarly Greek, but eternal: I mean with
Greece. Whatever a people may make will resemble the thing that people
look on most; so that the first guess as to what is likely to come out of
any quarter is a knowledge of the land itself, its keen peaks,
round-breasted hills, and bloomy valleys. Greek polity had never so
much to do with the surpassingness of Hellenic art as the one thing the
Hellenes had nothing whatever to do with—the extraordinary beauty of
the land in which they lived. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Austin, Mary | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | An Appreciation of H. G. Wells, Novelist | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | H.G. Wells
An illustrated portrait of H.G. Wells, flanked on either side
by the titles of his works: The War of the Worlds, In the Days of the
Comet, A Modern Utopia, The Future in America, New Worlds For Old,
First and Last Things, When the Sleeper Wakes, Tales of Space and
Time, Kipps, Tono Bungay, Mr. Polly, The New Machiavelli. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Burroughs, Edgar Rice, 1875-1950 | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | At The Earth`s Core | | | | Published: | 2000 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | IN THE FIRST PLACE PLEASE BEAR IN MIND THAT I
do not expect you to believe this story. Nor could you
wonder had you witnessed a recent experience of mine
when, in the armor of blissful and stupendous
ignorance, I gaily narrated the gist of it to a Fellow of the
Royal Geological Society on the occasion of my last
trip to London. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Cather, Willa Sibert | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Ardessa | | | | Published: | 1997 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | THE grand-mannered old man who sat at a desk in the
reception-room of "The Outcry" offices to receive visitors and
incidentally to keep the time-book of the employees, looked up as
Miss Devine entered at ten minutes past ten and condescendingly
wished him good morning. He bowed profoundly as she minced
past his desk, and with an indifferent air took her course down the
corridor that led to the editorial offices. Mechanically he opened
the flat, black book at his elbow and placed his finger on D, running
his eye along the line of figures after the name Devine. "It's
banker's hours she keeps, indeed," he muttered. What was the use
of entering so capricious a record? Nevertheless, with his usual
preliminary flourish he wrote 10:10 under this, the fourth day of
May. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Dickens, Charles, 1812-1870 | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | American Notes | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | I SHALL never forget the one-fourth serious and three-fourths
comical astonishment with which, on the morning of the
third of January, eighteen-hundred-and-forty-two, I opened
the door of, and put my head into, a "state-room" on board the
Britannia steam-packet, twelve hundred tons burden per register,
bound for Halifax and Boston, and carrying her Majesty's mails. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Gould, George M., and Walter L. Pyle | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Anomalies and Curiosities of Medicine | | | | Published: | 1997 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | Menstruation has always been of interest, not only to the
student of
medicine, but to the lay-observer as well. In olden times there were many
opinions concerning its causation, all of which, until the era of physiologic
investigation, were of superstitious derivation. Believing menstruation to
be the natural means of exit of the feminine bodily impurities, the ancients
always thought a menstruating woman was to be shunned; her very presence
was deleterious to the whole animal economy, as, for instance, among the
older writers we find that Pliny [1.1]
remarks: "On the approach of a woman
in this state, must will become sour, seeds which are touched by her become
sterile, grass withers away, garden plants are parched up, and the fruit
will fall from the tree beneath which she sits.'' He also says that the
menstruating women in Cappadocia were perambulated about the fields to
preserve the vegetation from worms and caterpillars. According to
Flemming, [1.2] menstrual
blood was believed to be so powerful that the mere
touch
of a menstruating woman would render vines and all kinds of fruit-trees
sterile. Among the indigenous Australians, menstrual superstition was so
intense that one of the native blacks, who discovered his wife lying on his
blanket during her menstrual period, killed her, and died of terror himself
in a fortnight. Hence, Australian women during this season are forbidden
to touch anything that men use. [1.3]
Aristotle said that the very look of a
menstruating woman would take the polish out of a mirror, and the next person
looking in it would be bewitched. Frommann
[1.4] mentions a man who said
he saw a tree in Goa which withered because a catamenial napkin was hung
on it. Bourke remarks that the dread felt by the American Indians in this
respect corresponds with the particulars recited by Pliny. Squaws at the
time of menstrual purgation are obliged to seclude themselves, and in most
instances to occupy isolated lodges, and in all tribes are forbidden to
prepare food for anyone save themselves. It was believed that, were a
menstruating woman to step astride a rifle, a bow, or a lance, the weapon
would
have no utility. Medicine men are in the habit of making a "protective''
clause whenever they concoct a "medicine,'' which is to the effect that the
"medicine'' will be effective provided that no woman in this condition is
allowed to approach the tent of the official in charge. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Montgomery, L. M. | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Anne's House of Dreams | | | | Published: | 1998 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | "THANKS BE, I'm done with geometry, learning or teaching it," said
Anne Shirley, a trifle vindictively, as she thumped a somewhat
battered volume of Euclid into a big chest of books, banged the lid in
triumph, and sat down upon it, looking at Diana Wright across the
Green Gables garret, with gray eyes that were like a morning sky. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Morrison, Harry Steele | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | The Adventures of a Boy Reporter | | | | Published: | 2001 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | "YES," said Mrs. Dunn to her neighbour, Mrs. Sullivan, "we are expecting
great things of Archie, and yet we sometimes hardly know what to think of
the boy. He has the most remarkable ideas of things, and there seems to be
absolutely no limit to his ambition. He has long since determined that he
will some day be President, and he expects to enter politics the day he is
twenty-one." | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Russell, Frank | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | An Apache Medicine Dance | | | | Published: | 2001 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | There are at present no men or women among the Jicarillas who have power to
heal the sick and perform other miracles that entitle them to rank as medicine
men or women—at least none who are in active "practice and are at all popular.
This being the case, medicine feasts have not been held for several years on the
reservation; but in August and September, 1898, two such feasts were conducted
by Sotlin, an old Apache
woman who now resides at the Pueblo of San Ildefonso. Sotlin made the journey of nearly a hundred miles
to the Jicarillas on a burro. She was delayed for some time on the way by the
high waters of Chama creek, so that rumors of her arrival were repeatedly spread
for some weeks before she actually appeared. For festive dances the agent or his
representative, the clerk at Dulce, issues extra rations of beef and flour, and
the Indiana buy all the supplies their scanty means will permit from the
traders. Supplies, at least of things edible, do not keep well in an Indian
camp, and the successive postponements of date threatened to terminate in a
"feast" without provision, when at length Sotlin arrived. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Schurz, Carl, 1829-1906 | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Abraham Lincoln : an essay | | | | Published: | 2000 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | NO American can study the character and career of Abraham Lincoln without
being carried away by sentimental emotions. We are always inclined to idealize
that which we love,—a state of mind very unfavorable to the exercise of
sober critical judgment. It is therefore not surprising that most of those
who have written or spoken on that extraordinary man, even while conscientiously
endeavoring to draw a lifelike portraiture of his being, and to form a just
estimate of his public conduct, should have drifted into more or less
indiscriminating eulogy, painting his great features in the most glowing
colors, and covering with tender shadings whatever might look like a blemish. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Tarkington, Booth, 1869-1946 | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Alice Adams | | | | Published: | 1997 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | THE patient, an old-fashioned man, thought
the nurse made a mistake in keeping both of
the windows open, and her sprightly disregard
of his protests added something to his hatred
of her. Every evening he told her that anybody
with ordinary gumption ought to realize that night
air was bad for the human frame. "The human
frame won't stand everything, Miss Perry,'' he
warned her, resentfully. "Even a child, if it had
just ordinary gumption, ought to know enough not to
let the night air blow on sick people—yes, nor well
people, either! `Keep out of the night air, no matter
how well you feel.' That's what my mother used to
tell me when I was a boy. `Keep out of the night
air, Virgil,' she'd say. `Keep out of the night air.' '' | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Zerbe, J. S. | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Aeroplanes | | | | Published: | 1998 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | THE "SCIENCE" OF AVIATION.—It may be
doubted whether there is such a thing as a "science
of aviation." Since Langley, on May 6,
1896, flew a motor-propelled tandem monoplane
for a minute and an half, without a pilot, and the
Wright Brothers in 1903 succeeded in flying a
bi-plane with a pilot aboard, the universal opinion
has been, that flying machines, to be successful,
must follow the structural form of birds, and
that shape has everything to do with flying. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Angus | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Angus to Amanda C. Armentrout, April 8, 1866 | | | | Published: | 2002 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Civil War Collection | UVA-LIB-BrandLetterscivilwar | | | | Description: | Your very welcome missive by the hand of Annie, could not have been otherwise
perused than with some mental effect. I always feel sad, when I think of those
who once were our brother
associates; but they are gone, & their graves, we can not but think, are
the monuments of living spirits, whose bodies have assumed originality. There is
a time for sadness & a time for pleasure; & of the former, we
ought to be submissive as possible,
knowing that it proceeds from afflictions, bereavements, &c. inflicted
for our benefit. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Armentrout, Amanda C. | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Amanda C. Armentrout to William F. Brand, June 3, 1866 | | | | Published: | 2002 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Civil War Collection | UVA-LIB-BrandLetterscivilwar | | | | Description: | I received your very dear letter of 24 last Wednesday never was a letter read
with more interest than that; it found me enjoying the best of health one of our
dear Saveirs best blessing (but how unworthy am I
for it) I can say dear brother that I was truly glad to hear from you &
do thank my heavenly Father that he put it in your dear good heart to write
Willie dear boy I have wronged you will you forgive me I believe I have found
forgiveness in the dear Lord but will you forgive for I have been the cause of
all this trouble Oh dear brother it will kill me if you dont forgive; just to think that I am the cause of my dear bosom companions being lost, eternially lost. Oh my dear dear Savier
pitty & forgive for I will give you my life for
the salvation of that dear soul yes dear brother I will spend & be spent
for you though the more abundantly I love you the less I be loved; I deserve
nothing but your hatred & contempt can I ever be happy again not untill I see the dear one changed yes a Christian. Yes my dear brother if you allow me to
call you thus last year you started out with prospects bright & allureing & these were your words Kate I am
going to make or brake & for whome for what for an
unworthy creture as I (me) that did not deserve the
notice of a cat let alone the notice of one so pure so noble so good at heart as
thou all went on well prospect bright & brighning
grain came in on evry side I must surely be the
happiest man living. Oh is this not flattering it is (like) an ideal lover or
will be soon but hark I hear a noise & in come a fine looking old gent
(Ah the serpent coils in eden bows) Well
Mr B dont you want to go in pardnership with me you will make mony at
it; at what why haveing your grain distilled I wont go I must make my money some other way my good heart
& God sais I must not go Ah come dont listen at that you will make enough soon to get
married Ah that is charming well I must wait a while & yes I must go
& see K & see what she sais about it Pa
& K both oppose dont care so much for Pa but K
is the one he lays it all out in flattering terms she said do as you pleas & Mr B sais at
last consented & his word goes as far as mine with with me &
farther too; he goes back but concience &
Pa sais
dont go but I am doing it for K when he gets back serpent enters
what say you well I dont know I believe I will; well
lets draw the article but we must have a dram first no I dont indulge her come going in do such business & dont last & yourself besides you have a cough
& it will help it; well K told me to take somthing for my cough & that is the very thing any thing for K
all done for K. come Mr B there is a party a head tonight lets go no I dont care about it I just got a leter from K &
she is very cold & indifferent she is always writing something about
some nice fellow or her dear friend R that I dont
blieve she thinks as much of me as she ought I will
go & a way he goes come Mr B join in the dance I can't come ah well I
will K is perhaps having her fun I will to drove away
sorrow Mr B you are very lively to night but it is all put on what is the matter
with you well I will tell you I fear my first love is blasted Oh my dear her
then thou only knows the agony of that dear heart. Soon the serpent goes to K he
has done his will with B he tell her that B has got to drinking she writes a
hasty & insulting letter & it insults & wonds B sais I dont care I will go & see her & quit her at once I
have done all this for her & this is the thanks I got he comes but love
& pitty enters that good heart I will tell her
all my bad deeds & she will turn
me off but instead it bound her nearer to him & what next the serpent is
at work he tell K much & she believes &
what is the consecuence God knows she suffers for
it but is she a lone no no Oh she ought to be she diserves it all & more but enough of this. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Armentrout, Amanda C. | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Amanda C. Armentrout to William F. Brand, July 6, 1866 | | | | Published: | 2002 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Civil War Collection | UVA-LIB-BrandLetterscivilwar | | | | Description: | I received your very dear letter several weeks ago & can say some part of
it made me very happy; I thake this leasure hour to respond but how must I respond not knowing whether
my letters are welcome or not but hoping they are I will try & interest
you. My health is very good & I must not murmer of my happiness for my dear Father only knows what I have borne;
the chastning rod has been severe but I rejoise in Christ that he has been with me or this
feble frame would have sunk beneath the rod. yes
brother you no nothing when the last earthly friend
forsakes you then & not till then will you know (what) what this sis of yours has borne I have felt that I was like
Jobe forsaken by all but thank God he has never
forsook me I hope you will never know what it is to be forsaken by all for there is one that
I dont think
will ever forsake you no neve
I will still remember thee. I hope ere this letter
reaches you that you may be enjoying the best blessing that God ever bestowed on
man & that is religion for it is the cheaf
unsorn of mortals here below & our only sure happiness what would I have done if it
had not been for it. cast down forsaken by all but God I ask what would I have
done I know not. brother are you happy I ask the question I hope to get an
answer from you personaly soon if you are not let
me as a sister tell you where I fear you are rong you
said in you letter you had heard reponse from old
Ang; that has cased
you cheek to light up with anger dear bro do you think
that is right for you to let that anger rise what does our bible teach us not to
get angry at those that persecute us. let me here cast a verse or two.
"Wherefore my beloved bro let evry man be swift to
hear, slow to speak, slow to wrath; for the wrath of man work Ah not the
righteousness of God you must lay a side all such things & recd with meekness the engrafted word will change
any dear dear Willie if he has not which
is abe to save your soul". note brother I do not think
you have heard any thing compared to what I have heard but thank God it did not
make me angry it made me pray for those that talked about me & you
& treat them kindly & I feel that God will help me to live right
though my temptations are great do pray for me that I may be able to withstand
all these trials. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Armentrout, Amanda C. | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Amanda C. Armentrout to William F. Brand, July 23, 1866 | | | | Published: | 2002 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Civil War Collection | UVA-LIB-BrandLetterscivilwar | | | | Description: | I have been waiting for a letter from you but have waited in vain have come to
the conclusion that you have forgoten me or must
perhaps changed again ha ha if so Willie let me
know, you know I cant think you that ficle. Your brother C said he would carry this note or I reckon I
would still wait for to hear from you why have you not ritten or been down do come down Saturday & & bring
me some good news for I havent got any good news but
I have bad news somthing that gave me the blues for three or 4 days but I am
quite cheerful now was a little sick this eve was
gathering cherries & almost fell off of the tree the jar maid me sick. I cannot tell you what gave me the blues but
I am all right if you are one smile from thee will drive that gloom away Willie
I have not got anything yet for my will untill I hear from you
or see you & much rather see you the girls think best for us to have
waters & then for you & I to take a trip to Rockingham Ronoak or Buckingham I think myself it would be very
wise but of corse if it does not suit you I will not
insist Charles has put me in the notion of visiting Buckingham but enough of
this. Dear Willie I am very anxious to see you I hope you will not loos what Mr C owes you but if you do dont let it greave you we can make a liven of corse we will have to
commence unable in life but we must trust in God he will help us if (I) we be
energetick & have faith Willie dont
promis yourself any thing but me I have got nothing
but I mean to strive to have you value me more than you wou value any other earthly thing I know dear one you are not going to
marry me for wealth for I cannot promis myself
anything from any the things that are mine now but I dont think that will make any diference
with you but I must close we are all well & I hope this will find you
well & happy yes happy in Christ yes Oh dear one strive to be a good boy
& let us be happy together there is hardly any hour of the day but what
I think of those recent promises may God in his mercy help you to keep them this
is my only prayer Oh is good let us trust in him & pray to him for more
faith Willie do come down with C Saturday
pleas excuse all imperfections. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Armentrout, Amanda C. | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Amanda C. Armentrout to William F. Brand, July 29, 1866 | | | | Published: | 2002 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Civil War Collection | UVA-LIB-BrandLetterscivilwar | | | | Description: | This is a beautiful Sabbeth morn & all nature
seems to be sending up its praises to the great & good God yes I say
good (good when he gives supremely good
nor less when he dinies) & it is Him who
deserves the prais for he does all things well. Willie
I was not well this morning nor have not been for a week & could not go
to church so I thought I would respond to your dear messive that I Recd last Thursday Oh you
know not how I felt when I got it I feared to open it my hand trembled when I
grasped it & saw it was from you; but you will say what caused the fear
now do not centure me for my weakness, I feared it
would be cold & indiferent &
perhaps bid me neve to right
again but when I saw dear Kate it cheared me up yes I
filt strong again & thought perhaps ther were some hope & now I am replying with you
last request (write soon) yes I will try &
comply with evry request that you make though I have
been denied of evry one I have made. I will try
& return good for evel, I am resigned to my
fate. but I must hasten to respond to
your dear sweet letter. you say mine caused your sensitive nature to mourn over
the past my dear friend I am sorry that I caused you to morn over the past for it is wicked for me to mourn over it let alone
being the cause of another one to be sad forgive me for making you thus. God in
his goodness has some wise devise for doing this so I
am willing to bare though the chastning rod has been sever it has
brought me nearer him & maid a better girl of me & I hope ere long dear brother that you
will exclame God is good & does all things
well. Willie you wish a relies you have loved me I do
not doubt that but your affections have changed & you soon wish to be
free again & can I hold thy pure & noble heart bind it to me
that is so impure as mine for I have been the cause of you being unhappy
& I know not but what I am the cause of you loosing your religion though I hope not so Willie I am not worthy of
you. I love you & can not help it but Willie I will never harm you love
works no ill to any one I never expect to love another nor do not wish to no
could I trust another could I ask my dear Father to chang that which I asked him to do but with in my bosom no never, but can I claim you when you are chainged; Oh my Heavenly Father forbid no no Willie I care not what
may be my fate I can not hold thee to me if you do not wish it nor can I spurn
you no Willie I blame myself in part for it yes the letter that I wrote last
winter just after Christmas I blame for it yes dear Willie I will take half of
the blame or all of it if it will make you happy for I have bore the blame
& centure of the people for it &
swore then it yes Willie I have bore the burden in the heat of the day I caused
& cast it all uppon thee now but will bare half of it with you. I will tell you some things that
has (come) been said to me Kate you look sad you kicked Billie thinking you
could do better & I dont pitty you one bit what
could I say I dened the charge but it is generly believed that I did kick you yes I am blamed
with your drinking which I neve did believe you did
though you thought I did no Willie I could not believe it I would see you laying
dead drunk in the mud I would (not) think it was not you there oh you said the
next to the last time you were down her if I ever kicked
you that you would get to drinking but Willie here is the hardest thing I had to
endure that I had kicked you & you got to drinking on the account of it
& that now I had lost my mind on the account of it Oh Willie is it not a
wonder that I have not lost my mind
as be blaimed with so much that I hope I am inosent of & yet I bilieve it is all for my own good "all work together for good to those
that love God yes dear Willie God in all his ways is just & merciful
& if we rely trust him though we pass through
fire it will not harm us. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Amanda C. Armentrout | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Amanda C. Armentrout to William F. Brand, August 17,
1866 | | | | Published: | 2002 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Civil War Collection | UVA-LIB-BrandLetterscivilwar | | | | Description: | I expected to send my letter this morn to the offise
but did not so I thought I would write (some) & tell you that I am quite
well this evening & dear brother for what else can I term you now as you
wish to be free & let me beg you to try & be happy I am very
very happy this evening I feel that God has blessed me this day yes dear Willie
I have wept for joy & I can say with a thankful heart thy will be done
Oh my dear Father not mine though doest all things well but dear one are you
happy yes you are free are you as happy as when you were bound to your fond K or
has the first of this letter caused a sad thought to enter thy borow say dear one are you happy or would you ask her who is pening this to come to thy bosom again or what is the
cause of thy unhappiness Oh my dear one true happiness is not found in this
world now dont get angry with me & I will tell
you what my belief is; I beleave that you love me as
fondly as you ever did but you do not enjoy religion as you once did & you are not happy if you
have tryed to study up what was the cause will I have
desided I have changed I know you think so but
not that true heart as it once was & what does it say if I would scorn
you what would you do. Now Willie let me beg you once more to come to see me as
a friend an enimy as a lover a brother or anything you
wish I will be happy yes do anything that you ask me & it is in my power but I beg you to come as soon as you
get this if you do not get it before Saturday come to show people that I am not
to blame & that we are friends we are expecting a nice time at the
mountain the 7 of next month come & lets join our
party & lets be friends now dont my heart will
not deny no pitty if nothing else will bring you I will
receive you as my friend but I must close now may the rich blessings of our
heavenly Father rest upon you try & be happy, we know not what blessings
are in store for us but come dear one do come | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Armentrout, Amanda C. | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Amanda C. Armentrout to William F. Brand, October 7, 1866 | | | | Published: | 2002 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Civil War Collection | UVA-LIB-BrandLetterscivilwar | | | | Description: | I have not received a line from you yet but concluded I would not wait any longer
this is a beautiful Sabbath morn & I wish you were here to go to church
with me Annie Mollie Jake & George have gone & I thought I would
stay at home & write to the dear one that is far a way. I expect to go
to prayr meeting this evening Oh how I wish you were
here to go with me for I feel some what
lonly have not had time to have the blues much but
am anxiously looking for-ward for Saturday to arive
& to bring my dear one with it the time will not appear long for I will
be so busy that I will harly have time to think but do
not disappoint me for you know Willie I will be very uneasy if you dont come think it very strange that I have not got a
letter yet have sent twice to the office but hope I will soon hear from you I
expect you have forgotten Kate as she is so selfish I reckon I had better look
for a sweetheart this eve perhaps I could find one that would thake your place Well Willie dear this is the first time I have had
a pen in my hand sense you left me I am getting carlous would have written to cous Mollie C but have forgotten her address so I cannot write untill I see you will write to cous Joe this week & Dottie I have been too busy to write to
them we are all very well I have had a slight cold but feel very well now hope
this will find you well & happy & in fine spirits &
above all striving to do the will of our dear Mother remember thy dear Kate at
the throne of grace & pray that
I may over come the selfish feeling that rise in my bosom for you & that
we may both draw nearer to each other by the strong ties of holy love it makes
me very sad some time when I think I have caused thy dear bosom to heave a sigh
for my selfishness but it is my nature & hope you will love me dearer
for it after while but you will say how can I love you
dearer I do not know that you can but that it will make you happy to think that
you have it in in your power to wound & to heal Willie you think me very
childish I acknowledge I am but can not help it my love is so strong that it
makes me thus do not let it greave you I hope by the
grace of God to over come it & make you very happy it is my disire to make you happy & I believe I can but
enough of this. I have no news to write the boys are not done cutting up there corn yet the rain prevented them yesterday we had a
hail storm Friday evening it did no damage here, in the neighborhood of cousin
John Crist it broke out most all of the window pains
& cut the parlor so it will harley be worth
saving it has made quite a change in the weather I expect it will get cold
before we want to see cold weather I wish we could get maried before it gets cold I am anxious to be with you; I suppose
you were teased enough about having me in Augusta but I think it was for the
best but I cant stay much longer I hope it will save
you the trip over the mountain I shant
promis you that though I expect I will have you to
come to old Augusta evry two or three weeks after
something for ro ex what do you think of all that but I
must close I would like very much to accompany this do not let any thing in this
cause one sad thought but be cheerful & happy pleas excuse hast & all imperfections I
will try & look my prettiest Saturday eve write very soon. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Armentrout, Amanda C. | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Amanda C. Armentrout to William F. Brand, September 1, 1867 | | | | Published: | 2002 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Civil War Collection | UVA-LIB-BrandLetterscivilwar | | | | Description: | I have just returned from my friend Rachel's & thought I would write you
a short note my health is very good better than usual I think & I am
trying to be very cheerful though I get the blues very bad some times. Pa has at
last consented for to have some waters & get
married at home so I have chosen six girls though I expected to have 7 but I
want the privlege of inviting one gent as water & will give you the same privlege you can invite a lady to wait as I have but
(on) six chosen but wish to know immediately what lady you wish. I have my two
sises R.C.E. Shuey, Kate Shields & cousin
Josie of course I will expect you to have Mr. Linzy as a water to make the 6th I do not know how to spell the name; Oh how I
wish you were here that we could make the arangement you are so slow a bout writing I
think you are so careless a bout writing Willie dear
will you always be so it has a bad tendency now you can not imagin my feelings when I
think a bout it but then I think it will not be long
that I will be from you & that you will strive to make me happy. Alas how long long did I await to hear
these words the other night Kate I am
striving to live a better life to become a good Christian my dear one are you
trying to do this Oh I do hope you are you cannot imagine the joy those few
words would create within in my bosom I think the tryals that I have dayly would be nothing if I
but knew that all that you can do is being done; if I allow myself to think for
one moment that you are not doing that I almost shrink from the situation or
position I have taken but I feel that you are trying for I know you will not
have me brake that no I know you want
to make me happy & that will make us both happy dearest remember me in
your dayly
prayrs but enough. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Brand, Amanda C. | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Amanda C. Brand to William F. Brand, November 17, 1867 | | | | Published: | 2002 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Civil War Collection | UVA-LIB-BrandLetterscivilwar | | | | Description: | I have not Read any letter from you yet but if you are
like me you are anxious to hear from me yes dear one I am very anxious to hear
from you but more anxious to see you I am very well was very sick one day last
week my general health is very good Pa's family are all well with the exception
of sis F. she is complaining very much of her limbs Sis Lizzie & her
little ones were up today Ida stayed with us I went with sis L this evening in
the careage to prayr
meeting none of our family were at church today Oh dear Willie you know not how
much I wished for you today I looked for you last evening untill late hopeing you would come I tell
you I am home sick or sick to see you any how this has been a long day to me or
my thoughts have been mostly about you wondering where my dear Willie was I am
striveing
to become more thoughtful than I have
been I have had many serious thoughts about my inconsideratness but I hope that it all be forgotten by thee
& when I do ere again that you will draw me close
to thy bosom & reprove me kindly for it dear one you know not how much
it greaves me to think that I am so thoughtless but I
always was a wayward child & I do hope that you will pitty & forgive Oh dear Willie how I wish you were here
tonight I will certainly expect you next Saturday evening. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Trenton, Annie | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Annie Armentrout to Kate Armentrout, February 8, 1862 | | | | Published: | 2002 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Civil War Collection | UVA-LIB-BrandLetterscivilwar | | | | Description: | If you think it is so lonely since the "V. Rts." left I will try & have
you forget them a few moments, by reading a letter from Home for fear if you
think of them so much you will become troublesome on aunt's hands. And I now
don't wonder at you feeling lonely, since I have heard that that certain Mister is out of reach of
his "Plug of tobacco," & so far away from "his Cousin Janey." Now Kate dont go to grieving about
him, for I will have him a plug by the time you get home, not worth
while though to get it before as you have forbid him coming
until you return "for fear he would fall in love with me." | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Trout, Annie | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Annie Armentrout to Kate Armentrout, February 20, 1862 | | | | Published: | 2002 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Civil War Collection | UVA-LIB-BrandLetterscivilwar | | | | Description: | I will commence my letter with the sad description of John's funeral. He died
Thursday night at twelve oclock, his corps reached
home or rather his Uncle Toms Saturday evening, & his funeral was
preached there, to a large congregation of dearly loved school mates &
friends on Monday. Oh Kate I never saw any one look so life like in my life not one change from the dear face we parted with last
summer not one did I say, not one in outward
appearance, but oh that one great change that had sealed those dear lips, dimed those eyes & stilled that tender loving heart. Kate I
felt as though I must say something to him to wake him up for I could but think
he was sleeping, no mortal hand could have smoothed that countenance to such
perfect tranquility. John now sleeps to wake no more but his pure spirit
unconfined is exploring the regions of the unknown world. After remembering
& sending messages to all his schoolmates & friends he told his
Pa to tell one & all to meet him in Heaven
& his last moments were prayer haveing become
perfectly concious. Kate Just two days before his
death his Father in mooving his sachel let your likeness fall. John said "Pa
take that home with you & take good care of it." I donot know whether he said any more about it or not. I
wanted to have a talk with Mr Lightner the day of the funeral but so many were
around him asking about John that I had no chance. Doctor McFarland preached an
exelent sermon from
Psams
the CXIX 119 chapter
75:76:&77th verses. The first hymn: It is the Lord, enthroned in Light;
The second: Lord we share thy best
designs; The last: submissive to thy will, My God. He is buried in Mr Pilson's
graveyard by the side of his uncle John Tompson & now farewell dear Jno until the resurrection morn where we hope to
meet you in realms of light & blessedness: Farewell, Farewell. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Anderson, Sherwood, 1876-1941 | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | An Apology for Crudity | | | | Published: | 1997 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | For a long time I have believed that crudity is an inevitable
quality in the production of a really significant present-day
American literature. How indeed is one to escape the obvious fact
that there is as yet no native subtlety of thought or living among us?
And if we are a crude and childlike people how can our literature
hope to escape the influence of that fact? Why indeed should we
want it to escape? | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Wharton review: Anonymous | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | About Mrs. Wharton, in "Chronicle and Comment" | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | According to certain chroniclers in the daily press, Mrs. Wharton
is going to write no more long novels, but will devote herself to
serious historical composition. We are glad that she has abjured long
novels, but deplore her intention of becoming an historian. There are
scores of historians busily at work, many of them very good ones, but
where shall we find another writer who could give us such remarkable
work as that contained in The Greater Inclination? It is pure
perversity to give up doing the thing that one can do best in order to
waste time over that which many others can do better. We have a
certain right to speak out frankly on this subject, because we were
among the very first to greet Mrs. Wharton as a writer of very rare
gifts and of unusual distinction. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Austin, Mary | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Agua Dulce | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | THE Los Angeles special got in so late that day that if the driver
of the Mojave stage had not, from having once gone to school to me,
acquired the habit of minding what I said, I should never have made
it. I hailed it from the station, and he swung the four about in
the wide street as the wind swept me toward the racked old coach in
a blinding whirl of dust. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Bourne, Randolph | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | The Art of Theodore Dreiser | | | | Published: | 2000 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | Theodore Dreiser has had the good fortune
to evoke a peculiar quality of pugnacious interest among
the younger American intelligentsia such as has
been the lot of almost nobody else writing today unless
it be Miss Amy Lowell. We do not usually take literature
seriously enough to quarrel over it.
Or else we take it so seriously that we urbanely avoid squabbles.
Certainly there are none of the vendettas that rage in a culture
like that of France. But Mr. Dreiser seems
to have made himself, particularly since the
suppression of "The 'Genius,'" a veritable
issue. Interesting and surprising are the
reactions to him. Edgar Lee Masters makes
him a "soul-enrapt demi-urge, walking the
earth, stalking life"; Harris Merton Lyon saw
in him a "seer of inscrutable mien"; Arthur
Davison Ficke sees him as master of a passing
throng of figures, "labored with immortal illusion, the
terrible and beautiful, cruel and
wonder-laden illusion of life"; Mr. Powys
makes him an epic philosopher of the "life-tide";
H. L. Mencken puts him ahead of Conrad, with
"an agnosticism that has almost
passed beyond curiosity." On the other
hand, an unhappy critic in the "Nation" last
year gave Mr. Dreiser his place for all time
in a neat antithesis between the realism that
was based on a theory of human conduct and
the naturalism that reduced life to a mere
animal behavior. For Dreiser this last special
hell was reserved, and the jungle-like and
simian activities of his characters rather exhaustively outlined.
At the time this antithesis looked silly. With the appearance of
Mr. Dreiser's latest book, "A Hoosier Holiday," it becomes nonsensical.
For that wise and delightful book reveals him as a very human critic
of very common human life, romantically sensual and poetically realistic,
with an artist's vision and a thick, warm feeling for American life. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Canfield, Dorothy | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | The Artist | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | After the sickening stench of personality in theatrical life," the
great Madame Orloff told the doctor with her usual free-handed use
of language, "it is like breathing a thin, pure air to be here
again with our dear inhuman old Vieyra. He hypnotizes me into his
own belief that nothing matters — not broken hearts, nor death, nor
success, nor first love, nor old age — nothing but the chiaroscuro
of his latest acquisition." | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Canfield, Dorothy | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | At the Foot of Hemlock Mountain | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | "In connection with this phase of the problem of
transportation it must be remembered that the rush of population to
the great cities is no temporary movement. It is caused by a final
revolt against that malignant relic of the dark ages, the country
village, and by a healthy craving for the deep, full life of the
metropolis, for contact with the vitalizing stream of humanity."—
PRITCHELL'S "Handbook of Economics," page 247. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Davis, Rebecca Harding, 1831-1910 | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Anne | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | IT was a strange thing, the like of which had never before happened
to Anne. In her matter-of-fact, orderly life mysterious
impressions were rare. She tried to account for it afterward by
remembering that she had fallen asleep out-of-doors. And out-of-doors, where there is the hot sun and the sea and the teeming earth
and tireless winds, there are perhaps great forces at work, both
good and evil, mighty creatures of God going to and fro, who do not
enter into the strong little boxes in which we cage ourselves. One
of these, it may be, had made her its sport for the time. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Douglass, Frederick, 1817?-1895 | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | An Appeal to Congress for Impartial Suffrage | | | | Published: | 1994 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | A VERY limited statement of the argument for impartial
suffrage, and for including the negro in the body politic, would
require more space than can be reasonably asked here. It is
supported by reasons as broad as the nature of man, and as numerous
as the wants of society. Man is the only government-making animal
in the world. His right to a participation in the production and
operation of government is an inference from his nature, as direct
and self-evident as is his right to acquire property or education.
It is no less a crime against the manhood of a man, to declare that
he shall not share in the making and directing of the government
under which he lives, than to say that he shall not acquire
property and education. The fundamental and unanswerable argument
in favor of the enfranchisement of the negro is found in the
undisputed fact of his manhood. He is a man, and by every fact and
argument by which any man can sustain his right to vote, the negro
can sustain his right equally. It is plain that, if the right
belongs to any, it belongs to all. The doctrine that some men have
no rights that others are bound to respect, is a doctrine which we
must banish as we have banished slavery, from which it emanated.
If black men have no rights in the eyes of white men, of course the
whites can have none in the eyes of the blacks. The result is a
war of races, and the annihilation of all proper human relations. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Watanna, Onoto, 1879-1954 | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Amoy, A Chinese Girl | | | | Published: | 2004 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | Only a short time ago she had been the very light of
the tea-garden. No one could dance with the wild
extravagance, yet graceful delicacy, of Amoy, and no voice
was sweeter than hers; furthermore, she was wonderfully
pretty, with her little pursed mouth, bright eyes and rich
abundance of shiny hair; and besides being pretty and
clever, Amoy was gentle, modest and good, so you will see it
was no wonder that she was the favorite of all the patrons
of the house. Even the girls, who were usually so jealous
when one was more popular than another, could not help
liking Amoy. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Far, Sui Sin | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | An Autumn Fan | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | FOR two weeks Ming Hoan was a guest in the house of Yen Chow, the
father of Ah Leen, and because love grows very easily between a youth
and a maid it came to pass that Ah Leen unconsciously yielded to Ming
Hoan her heart and Ming Hoan as unconsciously yielded his to her.
After the yielding they became conscious. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Friedland, Louis S. | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Anton Chekhov | | | | Published: | 1998 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | We are about to come into possession of Chekhov. It will be a
priceless possession, for Chekhov is indispensable to our understanding
of the psychology of the great people that has introduced into the present
world situation an element so complex, so disturbing, so tragic and
beautiful. Chekhov is the faithful reporter, unerring, intuitive, direct. He
never bears false witness. The essence of his art lies in a fine restraint,
an avoidance of the sensational and the spectacular. His reticence reveals
the elusive and lights up the enigmatic. And what a keen, voracious
observer he was! Endless is the procession of types that passes through
his pages — the whole world of Russians of his day: country gentlemen,
chinovniks, waitresses, ladies of fashion, shopgirls, town physicians,
Zemstvo doctors, innkeepers, peasants, herdsmen, soldiers, tradesmen,
every type of the intelligentsia, children, men and women of every class
and occupation. Chekhov describes them all with a pen that knows no
bias. He eschews specialization in types. In a letter written to his friend
Plescheyev, Chekhov draws in one stroke a swift, subtle parallel between
the two authors, Shcheglov and Korolenko, and then he goes on to say,
"But, Allah, Kerim! Why do they both specialize? One refuses to part
with his prisoners, the other feeds his readers on staff officers. I
recognize specialization in art, such as genres, landscape, history; I
understand the 'emploi' of the actor, the school of the musician, but I
cannot accept such specialization as prisoners, officers, priests. This is
no longer specialization; it is bias." Chekhov ignores no phase of the life
of his day. This inclusiveness, this large and noble avidity that refuses to
be circumscribed by class or kind or importance, makes the sum of his
stories both ample and satisfying. His work illuminates the whole of
Russian life, the main thoroughfares, the bypaths, the unfrequented
recesses. Without Chekhov, how are we to embark on the discovery of
Russia? | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Hagar, Albert D. | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Ancient Mining on the Shores of Lake Superior | | | | Published: | 1994 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | IN the month of March, 1848, Samuel O. Knapp and J. B. Townsend
discovered, from tracks in the snow, that a hedgehog had taken up
his winter-quarters in a cavity of a ledge of rocks, about twelve
miles from Ontonagon, Lake Superior, in the neighborhood of the
Minnesota Copper Mine. In order to capture their game, they
procured a pick and shovel, and commenced an excavation by removing
the vegetable mould and rubbish that had accumulated about the
mouth of what proved to be a small cavern in the rock. At the
depth of a few feet they discovered numerous stone hammers or
mauls; and they saw that the cavern was not a natural one, but had
been worked out by human agency, and that the stone implements,
found in great profusion in and about it, were the tools used in
making the excavation. Further examination developed a well-defined vein of native copper running through the rock; and it was
evidently with a view of getting this metal that this extensive
opening had been made. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Hawthorne, Nathaniel, 1804-1864 | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Alice Doane`s Appeal | | | | Published: | 2000 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | ON A PLEASANT AFTERNOON of June, it was my good fortune to be the
companion of two young ladies in a walk. The direction of our course
being left to me, I led them neither to Legge's Hill, nor to the
Cold Spring, nor to the rude shores and old batteries of the Neck, nor
yet to Paradise; though if the latter place were rightly named, my
fair friends would have been at home there. We reached the outskirts
of the town, and turning aside from a street of tanners and
curriers, began to ascend a hill, which at a distance, by its dark
slope and the even line of its summit, resembled a green rampart along
the road. It was less steep than its aspect threatened. The eminence
formed part of an extensive tract of pasture land, and was traversed
by cow paths in various directions; but, strange to tell, though the
whole slope and summit were of a peculiarly deep green, scarce a blade
of grass was visible from the base upward. This deceitful verdure
was occasioned by a plentiful crop of "woodwax," which wears the
same dark and glossy green throughout the summer, except at one
short period, when it puts forth a profusion of yellow blossoms. At
that season, to a distant spectator, the hill appears absolutely
overlaid with gold, or covered with a glory of sunshine, even
beneath a clouded sky. But the curious wanderer on the hill will
perceive that all the grass, and everything that should nourish man or
beast, has been destroyed by this vile and ineradicable weed: its
tufted roots make the soil their own, and permit nothing else to
vegetate among them; so that a physical curse may be said to have
blasted the spot, where guilt and frenzy consummated the most
execrable scene that our history blushes to record. For this was the
field where superstition won her darkest triumph; the high place where
our fathers set up their shame, to the mournful gaze of generations
far remote. The dust of martyrs was beneath our feet. We stood on
Gallows Hill. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Hawthorne, Nathaniel, 1804-1864 | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | The Ambitious Guest | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | ONE September night a family had gathered round their hearth, and
piled it high with the driftwood of mountain streams, the dry cones of
the pine, and the splintered ruins of great trees that had come
crashing down the precipice. Up the chimney roared the fire, and
brightened the room with its broad blaze. The faces of the father and
mother had a sober gladness; the children laughed; the eldest daughter
was the image of Happiness at seventeen; and the aged grandmother, who
sat knitting in the warmest place, was the image of Happiness grown
old. They had found the ``herb, heart's-ease,'' in the bleakest spot
of all New England. This family were situated in the Notch of the
White Hills, where the wind was sharp throughout the year, and
pitilessly cold in the winter,—giving their cottage all its fresh
inclemency before it descended on the valley of the Saco. They dwelt
in a cold spot and a dangerous one; for a mountain towered above their
heads, so steep, that the stones would often rumble down its sides and
startle them at midnight. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Hawthorne, Nathaniel, 1804-1864 | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | The Artist of the Beautiful | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | AN elderly man, with his pretty daughter on his arm, was passing
along
the street, and emerged from the gloom of the cloudy evening into
the
light that fell across the pavement from the window of a small
shop. It
was a projecting window; and on the inside were suspended a variety
of
watches, pinchbeck, silver, and one or two of gold, all with their
faces
turned from the streets, as if churlishly disinclined to inform the
wayfarers what o'clock it was. Seated within the shop, sidelong to
the
window
with his pale face bent earnestly over some delicate piece of
mechanism
on which was thrown the concentrated lustre of a shade lamp,
appeared a
young man. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | James, Henry | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | The Aspern Papers | | | | Published: | 1994 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | I had taken Mrs. Prest into my confidence; in truth without
her I should have made but little advance, for the fruitful idea in
the whole business dropped from her friendly lips. It was she who
invented the short cut, who severed the Gordian knot. It is not
supposed to be the nature of women to rise as a general thing to
the largest and most liberal view — I mean of a practical scheme;
but it has struck me that they sometimes throw off a bold
conception — such as a man would not have risen to — with singular
serenity. "Simply ask them to take you in on the footing of a
lodger" — I don't think that unaided I should have risen to that.
I was beating about the bush, trying to be ingenious, wondering by
what combination of arts I might become an acquaintance, when she
offered this happy suggestion that the way to become an
acquaintance was first to become an inmate. Her actual knowledge
of the Misses Bordereau was scarcely larger than mine, and indeed
I had brought with me from England some definite facts which were
new to her. Their name had been mixed up ages before with one of
the greatest names
of the century, and they lived now in Venice in
obscurity, on very small means, unvisited, unapproachable, in a
dilapidated old palace on an out-of-the-way canal: this was the
substance of my friend's impression of them. She herself had been
established in Venice for fifteen years and had done a great deal
of good there; but the circle of her benevolence did not include
the two shy, mysterious and, as it was somehow supposed, scarcely
respectable Americans (they were believed to have lost in their
long exile all national quality, besides having had, as their name
implied, some French strain in their origin), who asked no favors
and desired no attention. In the early years of her residence she
had made an attempt to see them, but this had been successful only
as regards the little one, as Mrs. Prest called the niece; though
in reality as I afterward learned she was considerably the bigger
of the two. She had heard Miss Bordereau was ill and had a
suspicion that she was in want; and she had gone to the house to
offer assistance, so that if there were suffering (and American
suffering), she should at least not have it on her conscience. The
"little one" received her in the great cold, tarnished Venetian
sala, the central hall of the house, paved with marble and roofed
with dim crossbeams, and did not even ask her to sit down. This
was not encouraging for me, who wished to sit so fast, and I
remarked as much to Mrs. Prest. She however replied with
profundity, "Ah, but there's all the difference: I went to confer
a favor and you will go to ask one. If they are proud you will be
on the right side." And she offered to show me their house to
begin with — to row me thither in her gondola. I let her know that
I had already been to
look at it half a dozen times; but I accepted
her invitation, for it charmed me to hover about the place. I had
made my way to it the day after my arrival in Venice (it had been
described to me in advance by the friend in England to whom I owed
definite information as to their possession of the papers), and I
had besieged it with my eyes while I considered my plan of
campaign. Jeffrey Aspern had never been in it that I knew of; but
some note of his voice seemed to abide there by a roundabout
implication, a faint reverberation. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Muir, John | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | American Forests | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | THE forests of America, however slighted by man, must have
been a great delight to God; for they were the best he ever
planted. The whole continent was a garden, and from the beginning
it seemed to be favored above all the other wild parks and gardens
of the globe. To prepare the ground, it was rolled and sifted in
seas with infinite loving deliberation and forethought, lifted into
the light, submerged and warmed over and over again, pressed and
crumpled into folds and ridges, mountains and hills, subsoiled with
heaving volcanic fires, ploughed and ground and sculptured into
scenery and soil with glaciers and rivers,—every feature growing
and changing from beauty to beauty, higher and higher. And in the
fullness of time it was planted in groves, and belts, and broad,
exuberant, mantling forests, with the largest, most varied, most
fruitful, and most beautiful trees in the world. Bright seas made
its border with wave embroidery and icebergs; gray deserts were
outspread in the middle of it, mossy tundras on the north, savannas
on the south, and blooming prairies and plains; while lakes and
rivers shone through all the vast forests and openings, and happy
birds and beasts gave delightful animation. Everywhere, everywhere
over all the blessed continent, there were beauty, and melody, and
kindly, wholesome, foodful abundance. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Osborne, William Hamilton | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | After Death — What | | | | Published: | 1994 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | As Spalding — superannuated, possibly, but jaunty still — trotted
nimbly down the aisle between the rows of desks, glances of
welcome, murmurs of surprise, greeted him. He had become a
stranger; the office force had not seen him for full two years. He
nodded right and left, chuckled, as was his wont, and here and
there stretched out a hand. Plainly he was glad to greet the
Interstate Company once again, and that concern returned the
compliment. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Peattie, Elia Wilkinson, 1862-1935 | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | The Artistic Side of Chicago | | | | Published: | 1999 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | ONE who enters Chicago unacquainted with it, having no open
sesame to its hospitable doors, knowing the city only by its streets,
its hotels, and its theatres, is disturbed by an unpleasant emotion. If
he comes from some well-regulated, cultivated, and placid town of
the eastern part of this country, or from England or Germany, he
feels shaken out of poise and peace by a tremendous discord. He
sees a city ankle-deep in dirt, swathed in smoke, wild with noise,
and frantic with the stress of life. He sees confusion rampant, and
the fret and fume of the town rise and brood above it like hideous
Afrits. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Poe, Edgar Allan, 1809-1849 | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | The Assignation | | | | Published: | 1994 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | Ill-fated and mysterious man! — bewildered in the brilliancy
of thine own imagination, and fallen in the flames of thine own
youth! Again in fancy I behold thee! Once more thy form hath
risen before me! — not — oh not as thou art — in the cold valley and
shadow — but as thou shouldst be — squandering away a life of
magnificent meditation in that city of dim visions, thine own
Venice — which is a star-beloved Elysium of the sea, and the wide
windows of whose Palladian palaces look down with a deep and
bitter meaning upon the secrets of her silent waters. Yes! I
repeat it — as thou shouldst be. There are surely other worlds
than this — other thoughts than the thoughts of the multitude —
other speculations than the speculations of the sophist. Who
then shall call thy conduct into question? who blame thee for thy
visionary hours, or denounce those occupations as a
wasting away of life, which were but the overflowing of thine
everlasting energies? | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Raine, William McLeod | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | "At the Dropping-off Place" | | | | Published: | 2000 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | IN THE cabin situated on Lot 10, Block E, Water Street, Eagle City,
Alaska, four men were striving to wear away the torment-laden, sleepless
Yukon night. It was twelve o'clock by the Waterbury watch which hung on
the wall, but save for a slight murkiness there was no sign of darkness.
The mosquitoes hummed with a fiendish pertinacity that effectually
precluded sleep. The thermometer registered one hundred degrees of
torture. A thick smoke from four pipes and a smudge-fire hung cloudlike
over the room, but entirely failed to disturb the countless pests. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Remington, Frederic | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | The Art of War and Newspaper Men | | | | Published: | 1994 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | LESS than two weeks ago I passed over the trail from
Rushville, Nebraska, to the Pine Ridge Agency behind Major-General
Nelson A. Miles. To-night the moon is shining as it did then, but
it will go down in the middle of the night, and I can see in my
mind's eye the Second Infantry and the Ninth Troopers, with their
trains of wagons, plodding along in the dark. The distance is
twenty-eight miles, and at four o'clock in the morning they will
arrive. When the Ogallalas view the pine-clad bluffs they will see
in the immediate foreground a large number of Sibley tents, and,
being warriors, they will know that each Sibley has eighteen men in
it. They will be much surprised. They will hold little impromptu
councils, and will probably seek for the motive of this
concentration of troops. And some man will say: "Well, the
soldiers are here, and if your people don't keep quiet— Well, you
know what soldiers are for." The Ogallalas will understand why the
soldiers are there without any further explanation. There may be
and probably will be some white friend of the Indians who can tell
them something they do not know. A little thing has happened since
the Ogallalas laid their arms down, and that is that the bluecoats
in the Second Infantry can put a bullet into the anatomy of an
Ogallala at one thousand yards' range with almost absolute
certainty if the light is fair and the wind not too strong. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Sadlier, Anna T. | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Arabella | | | | Published: | 2000 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | Arabella stood thoughtfully there on that ridge of land, where the brown
earth was studded with daisies and mulleins, the common children of the soil.
The sky was a clear gold at the horizon, and Arabella, gazing thereon, pondered
on something she had just heard. She had suddenly become an heiress. She
looked down on her plain, brown frock, at her coarse shoes, and at her hands
roughened by work about the house. She had been the orphan, the charity-child,
and now — | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Stevenson, Robert Louis, 1850-1894 | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Across the Plains: With Other Memories and Essays | | | | Published: | 2000 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | MONDAY. -It was, if I remember rightly, five o'clock when we were
all signalled to be present at the Ferry Depot of the railroad. An
emigrant ship had arrived at New York on the Saturday night,
another on the Sunday morning, our own on Sunday afternoon, a
fourth early on Monday; and as there is no emigrant train on Sunday
a great part of the passengers from these four ships was
concentrated on the train by which I was to travel. There was a
babel of bewildered men, women, and children. The wretched little
booking-office, and the baggage-room, which was not much larger,
were crowded thick with emigrants, and were heavy and rank with the
atmosphere of dripping clothes. Open carts full of bedding stood
by the half-hour in the rain. The officials loaded each other with
recriminations. A bearded, mildewed little man, whom I take to
have been an emigrant agent, was all over the place, his mouth full
of brimstone, blustering and interfering. It was plain that the
whole system, if system there was, had utterly broken down under
the strain of so many passengers. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Twain, Mark, 1835-1910 | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | The American Vandal Abroad | | | | Published: | 1997 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | I am to speak of the American Vandal this evening, but I wish to say
in advance that I do not use this term in derision or apply it as a
reproach, but I use it because it is convenient; and duly and properly
modified, it best describes the roving, independent, free-and-easy
character of that class of traveling Americans who are not
elaborately educated, cultivated, and refined, and gilded and filigreed
with the ineffable graces of the first society. The best class of our
countrymen who go abroad keep us well posted about their doings in
foreign lands, but their brethren vandals cannot sing their own praises
or publish their adventures. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Twain, Mark, 1835-1910 | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Arousing More Interest | | | | Published: | 2001 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | JOHN SMITH, ESQ. —
Dear Sire: It gratifies me, more than tongue can express, to receive this kind attention at your
hand, and I hasten to reply to your flattering note. I am filled with astonishment to find you here,
John Smith. I am astonished, because I thought you were in San Francisco. I am almost certain I
left you there. I am almost certain it was you, and I know if it was not you, it was a man whose
name is similar. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Twain, Mark, 1835-1910 | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Arousing Interest | | | | Published: | 2001 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | EDITOR, Sunday Republican: You may not know that I am
going to lecture at Mercantile Hall tomorrow night for the benefit of the South St. Louis Mission
Sunday School, but I am. I do not consider any apology necessary. I would like to have a
Sunday School of my own, but I would not be competent to run it, you know, because I have not
had experience, and so I have thought that the next most gratifying thing I could do would be to
give somebody else's Sunday School a lift. I used to go to Sunday School myself, a long time
ago, and it is on that account that I have always taken a powerful interest in such institutions
since. I even rose to be a teacher in one once, but they discharged me because they said the
information I imparted was of too general a character. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Washington, Booker T. | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | The Awakening of the Negro | | | | Published: | 1994 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | WHEN a mere boy, I saw a young colored man, who had spent
several years in school, sitting in a common cabin in the South,
studying a French grammar. I noted the poverty, the untidiness, the
want of system and thrift, that existed about the cabin,
notwithstanding his knowledge of French and other academic
subjects. Another time, when riding on the outer edges of a town in
the South, I heard the sound of a piano coming from a cabin of the
same kind. Contriving some excuse, I entered, and began a
conversation with the young colored woman who was playing, and
who had recently returned from a boarding-school, where she had
been studying instrumental music among other things. Despite the
fact that her parents were living in a rented cabin, eating poorly
cooked food, surrounded with poverty, and having almost none of the
conveniences of life, she had persuaded them to rent a piano for four
or five dollars per month. Many such instances as these, in
connection with my own struggles, impressed upon me the importance
of making a study of our needs as a race, and applying the remedy
accordingly. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Wharton, Edith, 1862-1937 | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | "The Angel at the Grave." | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | THE House stood a few yards back from the elm-shaded village
street, in that semi-publicity sometimes cited as a democratic
protest against old-world standards of domestic exclusiveness.
This candid exposure to the public eye is more probably a result of
the gregariousness which, in the New England bosom, oddly coexists
with a shrinking from direct social contact; most of the inmates of
such houses preferring that furtive intercourse which is the result
of observations through shuttered windows and a categorical
acquaintance with the neighboring clothes-lines. The House,
however, faced its public with a difference. For sixty years it
had written itself with a capital letter, had self-consciously
squared itself in the eye of an admiring nation. The most
searching inroads of village intimacy hardly counted in a household
that opened on the universe; and a lady whose door-bell was at any
moment liable to be rung by visitors from London or Vienna was not
likely to flutter up-stairs when she observed a neighbor "stepping
over." | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Wharton review: Hooker, Brian | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | "Artemis to Actaeon," from "Some Springtime Verse." | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | The title-poem of Mrs. Wharton's Artemis to Actaeon
takes a very different but equally modern view of the same goddess
[as Mr. Hewlett's]. Her Artemis slays Actaeon not in anger, but in
grace, recognising in him who dared to look upon her a soul too
great for the little uses of the world, worthy of that immortality
which is death. Now, there are two ways of handling mythological
material: one may simply retell the old stories vividly, for the
sheer beauty that is in them; or one may seek out some latent
meaning, some new idea whereof the myth will form a fitting
incarnation. The trouble with these present examples of the second
method is that they do violence to the spirit of the myth. The
vigorous and original mentality which has done so much for Mrs.
Wharton as a novelist stands somewhat in her light as a poet. It
is not that a poem can be too intellectual, but that it must not be
more intellectual than emotional; and Mrs. Wharton's thought
sometimes absorbs her feeling and leaves her language dry.
Orpheus the Harper, coming to the gate
Where the implacable dim warder sate,
Besought for parley with a shade within,
Dearer to him than life itself had been,
Sweeter than sunlight on Illyrian sea . . .
Compare with this the opening of Mr. Stephen Phillips's "Christ in
Hades":
Keen as a blinded man at dawn awake
Smells in the dark the cold odor of earth—
Eastward he turns his eyes, and over him
A dreadful freshness exquisitely breathes—
This is the magic; the other is only well written; thought, not
felt. But the most of Mrs. Wharton's book is far better. It is a
delight to follow the steady and sonorous lines of her blank verse
and to note how thoroughly she has assimilated the craftsmanship of
her models. Tennyson and Mr. Phillips have given her style,
Browning has taught her monologue and Rossetti sonnet-form; yet
there is not an imitative line in her book. She has made her
learning her own; and there is far more personality in her poems
than in Mr. Hewlett's. "Margaret of Cortona" is perhaps the best
of them. In her girlhood a man took Margaret out of the slums,
made her a woman and wise. He dying, she took the veil, and in
time became a saint; and the poem is her confession.
Judge Thou alone between this priest and me;
Nay, rather, Lord, between my past and present,
Thy Margaret and that other's—whose she is
By right of salvage—and whose call should follow
Thine? Silent still— Or his who stooped to her,
And drew her to Thee by the bands of love?
Not Thine? Then his?
Ah, Christ—the thorn-crowned Head
Bends . . . bends again . . . down on your knees, Fra Paolo!
If his, then Thine!
Kneel, priest, for this is heaven . . .
Mrs. Wharton is at her best in the dramatic monologue, both because
of her power of characterisation and because blank verse is her
readiest medium. Rhyme often troubles her; and some of her
sonnets, though well versified, are abstract and confused in
expression. She was not born a poet; but this volume shows well
how high in poetry a thoroughly cultured prose artist may attain.
It is a noble and worthy piece of work, of which at least no living
poet need be ashamed. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Austin, Mary | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | An Appreciation of H. G. Wells, Novelist | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | THE very ancient conception of a genius as one seized upon by the waiting Powers for
the purpose of rendering themselves intelligible to men has its most modern exemplar
in the person of Herbert George Wells, a maker of amazing books. It is impossible to
call Mr. Wells a novelist, for up to this time the bulk of his work has not been
novels; and scarcely accurate to call him a sociologist, since most of his social
science is delivered in the form of fiction. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Burroughs, Edgar Rice, 1875-1950 | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | At The Earth`s Core | | | | Published: | 2000 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | IN THE FIRST PLACE PLEASE BEAR IN MIND THAT I
do not expect you to believe this story. Nor could you
wonder had you witnessed a recent experience of mine
when, in the armor of blissful and stupendous
ignorance, I gaily narrated the gist of it to a Fellow of the
Royal Geological Society on the occasion of my last
trip to London. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Harrison, James A. ; William. E. Peters ; R. Heath Dabney | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Address to the Students of the University of Virginia | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | THE TERRIBLE CALAMITY of Sunday, October 27th, has left the main building
of our
revered and beloved Alma Mater in ruins. The historic monuments of three-quarters of
a
century have been obliterated by the fury of the flames in a few hours, and nothing is
left of
our great Rotunda, our Public Hall, our Old Chapel, and our Academic Halls and
Lecture-Rooms,
hallowed by so many recollections precious to us all, except blackened walls. In this
unspeakable
calamity all that remains to us except brave hearts and unbroken spirits is the memory of
the gallant
and heroic conduct of the entire student body, without which nothing could have been
saved from
the Library and the Scientific halls in and adjacent to the Rotunda. We therefore desire,
on behalf of the
Faculty, to express to you collectively and individually, one and all, our profoundest
gratitude and our
warmest praise for your noble and admirable demeanor on this trying occasion, for your
intense sym-
pathy with us in our irreparable losses, and your manly and self-sacrificing co-operation in our endeavors
to save something from the wreck, and rehabilitate the great institution consecrated by
the name of
Jefferson. We are perfectly sure that every man, every student, will continue to do his
whole duty in
the same splendid spirit of devotion to Alma Mater; that all will nobly stand by us in our
misfortune;
that all will work gladly and gallantly together without murmur and without complaint,
and soon we
shall behold our great Mother rising before us statelier, stronger than ever, the glory of
Virginia, the
glory of the entire South. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Lang, Andrew | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Angling Sketches | | | | Published: | 2001 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | These papers do not boast of great sport. They are truthful, not like the tales
some fishers tell. They should appeal to many sympathies. There is no false
modesty in the confidence with which I esteem myself a duffer, at fishing. Some
men are born duffers; others, unlike persons of genius, become so by an infinite
capacity for not taking pains. Others,
again, among whom I would rank myself, combine both these elements of
incompetence. Nature, that made me enthusiastically fond of fishing, gave me
thumbs for fingers, short-sighted eyes, indolence, carelessness, and a temper
which (usually sweet and angelic) is goaded to madness by the laws of matter and
of gravitation. For example: when another man is caught up in a branch he
disengages his fly; I jerk at it till something breaks. As for carelessness, in
boyhood I fished, by preference, with doubtful gut and knots ill-tied; it made
the risk greater, and increased the excitement if one did hook a trout. I can't
keep a fly-book. I stuff the flies into my pockets at random, or stick them into
the leaves of a novel, or bestow them in the lining of my hat or the case of my
rods. Never, till 1890, in all my days did I possess a landing-net. If I can
drag a fish up a bank, or over the gravel, well; if not, he goes on his way
rejoicing. On the Test I thought it seemly to carry a landing- net. It had a
hinge, and doubled up. I put the handle through a button- hole of my coat: I saw
a big fish rising, I put a dry fly over
him; the idiot took it. Up stream he ran, then down stream, then he yielded to
the rod and came near me. I tried to unship my landing-net from my button-hole.
Vain labour! I twisted and turned the handle, it would not budge. Finally, I
stooped, and attempted to ladle the trout out with the short net; but he broke
the gut, and went off. A landing-net is a tedious thing to carry, so is a creel,
and a creel is, to me, a superfluity. There is never anything to put in it. If I
do catch a trout, I lay him under a big stone, cover him with leaves, and never
find him again. I often break my top joint; so, as I never carry string, I
splice it with a bit of the line, which I bite off, for I really cannot be
troubled with scissors and I always lose my knife. When a phantom minnow sticks
in my clothes, I snap the gut off, and put on another, so that when I reach home
I look as if a shoal of fierce minnows had attacked me and hung on like leeches.
When a boy, I was--once or twice--a bait-fisher, but I never carried worms in
box or bag. I found them under big stones, or in the fields, wherever I had the luck. I
never tie nor otherwise fasten the joints of my rod; they often slip out of the
sockets and splash into the water. Mr. Hardy, however, has invented a
joint-fastening which never slips. On the other hand, by letting the joint rust,
you may find it difficult to take down your rod. When I see a trout rising, I
always cast so as to get hung up, and I frighten him as I disengage my hook. I
invariably fall in and get half-drowned when I wade, there being an
insufficiency of nails in the soles of my brogues. My waders let in water, too,
and when I go out to fish I usually leave either my reel, or my flies, or my
rod, at home. Perhaps no other man's average of lost flies in proportion to
taken trout was ever so great as mine. I lose plenty, by striking furiously,
after a series of short rises, and breaking the gut, with which the fish swims
away. As to dressing a fly, one would sooner think of dressing a dinner. The
result of the fly-dressing would resemble a small blacking-brush, perhaps, but
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| | Author: | Mitchell, S. Weir | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | The Autobiography of a Quack | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | AT this present moment of time I am what the doctors call an interesting case,
and am to be found in bed No. 10, Ward 11, Massachusetts General Hospital. I am
told that I have what is called Addison's disease, and that it is this pleasing
malady which causes me to be covered with large blotches of a dark mulatto tint.
However, it is a rather grim subject to joke about, because, if I believed the
doctor who comes around every day, and thumps me, and listens to my chest with
as much pleasure as if I were music all through—I say, if I really
believed him, I should suppose I was going to die. The fact is, I don't believe
him at all. Some of these days I shall take a turn and get about again; but
meanwhile it is rather dull for a
stirring, active person like me to have to lie still and watch myself getting
big brown and yellow spots all over me, like a map that has taken to growing. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Schurz, Carl, 1829-1906 | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Abraham Lincoln : an essay | | | | Published: | 2000 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | NO American can study the character and career of Abraham Lincoln without being
carried away by sentimental emotions. We are always inclined to idealize that
which we love,—a state of mind very unfavorable to the exercise of
sober critical judgment. It is therefore not surprising that most of those who
have written or spoken on that extraordinary man, even while conscientiously
endeavoring to draw a lifelike portraiture of his being, and to form a just
estimate of his public conduct, should have drifted into more or less
indiscriminating eulogy, painting his great features in the most glowing colors,
and covering with tender shadings whatever might look like a blemish. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| | Author: | Zerbe, J. S. | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Aeroplanes | | | | Published: | 1998 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | THE "SCIENCE" OF AVIATION.—It may be
doubted whether there is such a thing as a "science
of aviation." Since Langley, on May 6,
1896, flew a motor-propelled tandem monoplane
for a minute and an half, without a pilot, and the
Wright Brothers in 1903 succeeded in flying a
bi-plane with a pilot aboard, the universal opinion
has been, that flying machines, to be successful,
must follow the structural form of birds, and
that shape has everything to do with flying. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
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