| 3 | Author: | Warre
Henry James
Sir
1819-1898 | Add | | | Title: | Sketches in North America and the Oregon Territory  | | | | Published: | 2004 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Modern English collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | I left Montreal on the 5th May, 1845, in company with Sir G. Simpson,
the Governor of the Honorable Hudson's Bay Company, Lieutenant
V—, an Officer of the Royal Engineers, and several gentlemen connected
with the Hudson's Bay Company, who were proceeding to their
respective stations in the territory belonging to the Fur Company, to
which Sir George Simpson was about to make his annual tour of
inspection. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 7 | Author: | Cooper
James Fenimore
1789-1851 | Add | | | Title: | The Spy | | | | 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: | The officer to whose keeping Dunwoodie had
committed the pedlar, transferred his charge to
the custody of the regular sergeant of the guard.
The gift of Captain Wharton had not been lost on
the youthful lieutenant, and a certain dancing motion
that had unaccountably taken possession of
objects before his eyes, gave him warning of the
necessity of recruiting nature by sleep. After
admonishing the non-commissioned guardian of
Harvey to omit no watchfulness in securing the
prisoner, the youth wrapped himself in his cloak,
and, stretched on a bench before a fire, sought,
and soon found, the repose he needed. A rude
shed extended the whole length of the rear of the
building, and from off one of its ends had been
partitioned a small apartment, that was intended
as a repository for many of the lesser implements
of husbandry. The lawless times had, however,
occasoned its being stript of every thing of any
value, and the searching eyes of Betty Flannagan
selected this spot, on her arrival, as the store house
for her moveables, and a withdrawing-room for
her person. The spare arms and baggage of the
corps had also been deposited here; and the united
treasures were placed under the eye of the
sentinel who paraded the shed as guardian to the
rear of the head quarters. A second warrior,
who was stationed near the house to protect the
horses of the officers, could command a view of
the outside of the apartment, and as it was without
window, or outlet of any kind excepting its
door, the considerate sergeant thought this the
most befitting place in which to deposite his charge,
until the moment of his execution. There were
several inducements that urged Sergeant Hollister
to this determination, among which was the absence
of the washerwoman, who lay before the
kitchen fire, dreaming that the corps were attacking
a party of the enemy, and mistaking the noise
which proceeded from her own nose for the bugles
of the Virginians sounding the charge. Another
was the peculiar opinions that the veteran
entertained of life and death, and by which he
was distinguished in the corps as a man of most
exemplary piety and holiness of life. The sergeant
was more than fifty years of age, and for
half that period had borne arms as a profession.
The constant recurrence of sudden deaths before
his eyes had produced an effect on him differing
greatly from that, which was the usual moral consequence
of such scenes, and he had become not
only the most steady, but the most trust-worthy
soldier in his troop.—Captain Lawton had rewarded
his fidelity by making him its orderly. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 8 | Author: | Hawthorne
Nathaniel
1804-1864 | Add | | | Title: | The Scarlet Letter | | | | 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: | A throng of bearded men, in sad-colored garments
and gray, steeple-crowned hats, intermixed with women,
some wearing hoods, and others bareheaded, was
assembled in front of a wooden edifice, the door of
which was heavily timbered with oak, and studded with
iron spikes. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 9 | Author: | University of Virginia
Library | Add | | | Title: | Second Annual Report of the Archivist, Library of the University of Virginia, for the Year 1931-32 | | | | Published: | 2005 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Modern English collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | THE survey and collection of manuscript materials in Virginia,
now completing the second year of work, have followed the general
method of procedure outlined in the first discussion of the
project,1
1.First Annual Report of the Archivist . . . 1930-31 (University, Va.,
1931), pages 12-14.
and the list of new counties to be covered, as indicated on the
map published in last year's report,2
2.Ibid., page 3.
has varied only slightly in the
actual execution of the program. By geographic divisions, the following
counties have been surveyed during the year: | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 10 | Author: | University of Virginia
Library | Add | | | Title: | Sixth Annual Report of the Archivist, Library of the University of Virginia, for the Year 1935-36 | | | | Published: | 2005 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Modern English collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | IT IS a commonplace observation that we are living in an age of
rapid change. The statement needs no further confirmation; we
meet with countless examples of it in our highly integrated society
which in itself is an accelerating force. We are not surprised to find
that intellectual as well as material movements, however local their beginnings,
quickly become national in interest and scope, and common
problems are solved through regional and national associations. Despite
forebodings in certain quarters, the trend of the times has led us
rather to expect that the state, whether the individual commonwealth
or the federal government, will play an important part in financing or
at least in administering these problems. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 11 | Author: | University of Virginia
Library | Add | | | Title: | Seventh Annual Report of the Archivist, Library of the University of Virginia, for the Year 1936-37 | | | | Published: | 2005 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Modern English collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | IT HAS been the practice in previous reports of this series to relate
archival developments at the University of Virginia and in the Commonwealth
to those in other states and in the nation at large, in order
to keep abreast with the national movement in this field of scholarship.
Events of the past year point to a new era in the science of archives in
the United States, to large-scale co-operation in providing guides to archives
and manuscript collections of all kinds, and to a journal for discussion
of problems and policies. In the care and administration of
their archives some states can boast of notable accomplishments reaching
back several generations; others have undertaken their responsibility
during the present century; and all have had the opportunity of seeking
the counsel of the Public Archives Commission of the American Historical
Association.1
1.Cf. American Historical Association, Annual Report for 1922 (Washington,
1926), I, pages 152-60.
It was the pioneering of this Commission that led
to the founding of the Society of American Archivists during the meeting
of the American Historical Association at Providence, R. I., December
29, 1936; and it is also significant that the first annual meeting of the
new society, June 18-19, 1937, was held in the National Archives Building,
Washington, D. C. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 13 | Author: | Paulding
James Kirke
1778-1860 | Add | | | Title: | A Sketch of Old England | | | | 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: | I am now comfortably and quietly settled in lodgings,
with an elderly lady, who has good blood in her veins; that is
to say, if blood be an hereditary commodity, which some
people doubt, but which I do not, for there are diseases bodily
and mental in most of the old families here that have descended
through half-a-score of wealthy generations. She claims descent
from Tudors and Plantagenets to boot, and combines the conflicting
claims of both York and Lancaster. Though too well
bred to boast, she sometimes used to mention these matters,
until one day I advised her, in jest, to procure a champion to
tilt against young parson Dymoke for the broom at the ensuing
coronation. The good old soul took the joke ill, and I was
sorry for it. What right had I to ridicule that which, to her,
was an innocent source of happiness? I despise the cant of
sentiment, but I promise never to do so again. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 14 | Author: | Cooper
James Fenimore
1789-1851 | Add | | | Title: | The Spy | | | | 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 near the close of the year 1780, that a solitary
traveller was seen pursuing his way through
one of the numerous little valleys of West-Chester.
The easterly wind, with its chilling dampness,
and increasing violence, gave unerring notice of
the approach of a storm, which, as usual, might
be expected to continue for several days: and the
experienced eye of the traveller was turned, in
vain, through the darkness of the evening, in quest
of some convenient shelter, in which, for the term
of his confinement by the rain, that already began
to mix with the atmosphere in a thick mist,
he might obtain such accommodations as his age
and purposes required. Nothing, however, offered,
but the small and inconvenient tenements
of the lower order of inhabitants, with whom, in
that immediate neighbourhood, he did not think it
either safe or politic to trust himself. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 15 | Author: | Cooper
James Fenimore
1789-1851 | Add | | | Title: | Satanstoe, or, The Littlepage manuscripts | | | | 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 easy to foresee that this country is destined to undergo
great and rapid changes. Those that more properly
belong to history, history will doubtless attempt to record,
and probably with the questionable veracity and prejudice
that are apt to influence the labours of that particular muse;
but there is little hope that any traces of American society,
in its more familiar aspects, will be preserved among us,
through any of the agencies usually employed for such purposes.
Without a stage, in a national point of view at least,
with scarcely such a thing as a book of memoirs that relates
to a life passed within our own limits, and totally without
light literature, to give us simulated pictures of our manners
and the opinions of the day, I see scarcely a mode by which the
next generation can preserve any memorials of the distinctive
usages and thoughts of this. It is true, they will have traditions
of certain leading features of the colonial society,
but scarcely any records; and, should the next twenty years
do as much as the last, towards substituting an entirely new
race for the descendants of our own immediate fathers, it is
scarcely too much to predict that even these traditions will
be lost in the whirl and excitement of a throng of strangers.
Under all the circumstances, therefore, I have come to a determination
to make an effort, however feeble it may prove,
to preserve some vestiges of household life in New York,
at least; while I have endeavoured to stimulate certain
friends in New Jersey, and farther south, to undertake similar
tasks in those sections of the country. What success
will attend these last applications, is more than I can say;
but, in order that the little I may do myself shall not be lost
for want of support, I have made a solemn request in my
will, that those who come after me will consent to continue
this narrative, committing to paper their own experience, as
I have here committed mine, down as low at least as my
grandson, if I ever have one. Perhaps, by the end of the
latter's career, they will begin to publish books in America,
and the fruits of our joint family labours may be thought
sufficiently matured to be laid before the world. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 16 | Author: | Cooper
James Fenimore
1789-1851 | Add | | | Title: | Satanstoe, or, The Littlepage manuscripts | | | | 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: | Away we went! Guert's aim was the islands, which
carried him nearer home, while it offered a place of retreat,
in the event of the danger's becoming more serious. The
fierce rapidity with which we now moved prevented all conversation,
or even much reflection. The reports of the
rending ice, however, became more and more frequent, first
coming from above, and then from below. More than once
it seemed as if the immense mass of weight that had evidently
collected somewhere near the town of Albany, was
about to pour down upon us in a flood—when the river
would have been swept for miles, by a resistless torrent.
Nevertheless, Guert held on his way; firstly, because he
knew it would be impossible to get on either of the main
shores, anywhere near the point where we happened to be;
and secondly, because, having often seen similar dammings
of the waters, he fancied we were still safe. That the
distant reader may understand the precise character of the
danger we ran, it may be well to give him some notion of
the localities. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 17 | Author: | Cooper
James Fenimore
1789-1851 | Add | | | Title: | The sea lions, or, The lost sealers | | | | 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: | While there is less of that high polish in America that
is obtained by long intercourse with the great world, than
is to be found in nearly every European country, there is
much less positive rusticity also. There, the extremes of
society are widely separated, repelling rather than attracting
each other; while among ourselves, the tendency is to
gravitate towards a common centre. Thus it is, that all
things in America become subject to a mean law that is
productive of a mediocrity which is probably much above
the average of that of most nations; possibly of all, England
excepted; but which is only a mediocrity, after all.
In this way, excellence in nothing is justly appreciated,
nor is it often recognised; and the suffrages of the nation
are pretty uniformly bestowed on qualities of a secondary
class. Numbers have sway, and it is as impossible to resist
them in deciding on merit, as it is to deny their power in
the ballot-boxes; time alone, with its great curative influence,
supplying the remedy that is to restore the public
mind to a healthful state, and give equally to the pretender
and to him who is worthy of renown, his proper place in
the pages of history. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 19 | Author: | Fay
Theodore S.
(Theodore Sedgwick)
1807-1898 | Add | | | Title: | Sydney Clifton, or, Vicissitudes in both hemispheres | | | | 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 near the close of a gloomy and cheerless
day in November, anno domini 18—, that two ill-clad
men were seen to enter one of those minor
houses of entertainment which abound in certain
localities in the city of New-York. “The insult offered me this morning can only be
atoned by affording me the satisfaction due to a
gentleman. My friend Piercie Matthison, Esq. the
bearer of this, will arrange the necessary details on
my part. “Why, oh why am I not permitted an interview
on which the whole happiness of my future life depends?
Can it be that the lovely and just being
whose partiality and goodness hesitated to chide my
presumption in tendering vows of love and fidelity,
has joined the censorious and heartless world in imputing
to me crimes at which my soul recoils? No,
no; it cannot be; and yet thrice have I called at
your residence without succeeding in obtaining an
audience; and when I made the last abortive effort
this afternoon, although your matchless form was
seen gliding from my sight, yet your servant stated
that you were not at home. How then am I to
account for this prostration of my dearest hopes?
Surely none of Mr. Elwell's family can bear me ill-will,
for with none have I the pleasure of an acquaintance,
unless that might be termed such which was
caused by my introduction to Miss Helen through
yourself at Mrs. Rainsford's soirée. Alas, a sudden
light bursts on my vision, by whose glare I perceive
the unwelcome truth. The rival whose malice has
wrought the meshes of the fatal web in which my
character is ensnared, has, by some cunningly-devised
fable, forced an unwilling conviction of my
baseness on your mind; or, what is more probable,
has so prejudiced your relatives that they have directed
the servant to deny me the happiness of personally
exculpating myself from the charges preferred
against me. “the riter of these lines happins to bee an unfortunit
yuth whu wuld hav bin onnist and industrus
if hee hadn't hav bin siddused bi bad cumpennee
and got intu scrapes in that are way. now the reesun
that i rite this is to tel yu as hou mister sidnee
Cliftin has bin usin yur name pruttee cunsidderablee,
up to the blak hoal, as wee cal it, whear wee pla
lew and wist, and rolet, not to say nothin about a
tuch of farrow, and so on. in this hear way, yu
sea, mister Sidnee clifton got us al inter trubble last
nite; for, ses hee, arter hee had drinked plentee of
shampane, slappin his phist on the tabel, ses hee,
dam the man as ses Julee borodel ain't the bootifoolest,
and the hansimest, and the charminist gal in al
york; hear, ses hees, hur helth, and ile cramm the
glas doun annee rascils throte what won't go the
hoal bumpur. So, yu sea, one uf our larks ses, ses
hee, Mistir cliftin, yu can't stuf yur gals doun mi
throte, no hou yu can ficks it. ime a sutthern chap,
ses hee; so, stranngir, yur barkin up the rong tree.
yu think yuv got a grean horn; but mi iis, ses hee,
ime a rale missisipee roarer, tru grit to the bak boan.
i doan't car a curs for all yur Julees nor Julise. So,
yu sea, the fite wus in, and sum won called wach,
and the wach cum, and wee was al captivated like
innersint lams. nou i thot that yu shuld no hou
yur name was insultid, bein as hou ime told yu are
a nise yung ladee: so notthin moar at prissint, but
rimmains yurs til deth. “How can I convey the sad intelligence of an
event which has shipwrecked every hope connected
with you and happiness? Briefly, then:—in a
fatal hour I consented to a hostile meeting with Mr.
Julius Ellingbourne this morning, and the result is,
that my antagonist at this moment lies mortally
wounded at his lodgings, in the Astor House. That
I am in the toils of a most foul and deep-laid conspiracy
against my character; that this rash meeting
has, in its consequences, severed every hope I
might otherwise have entertained of exculpating
myself in the opinion of the world; that I have
been goaded on by some fiend or fiends in human
shape, who have too successfully accomplished my
ruin: and that life will, hereafter, be a curse rather
than a blessing, are truths which admit not of denial,
but will never, I fear, be susceptible of satisfactory
explanation. Farewell, then, my life, my love;
a long, a last farewell. “Fatal Encounter.—Our readers will recollect
the article published in our yesterday's edition, headed
`Police Court—Capture extraordinary,' in
which the arrest and examination of a knot of gamblers
were stated, together with the fact that two
citizens, hitherto considered respectable, one a clerk
in an extensive mercantile establishment, and the
other a gentleman of fashion, were implicated. Although,
on that occasion, we were induced to suppress
the names of the parties, from respect to the
feelings of their friends, yet so public has the exposure
become, in consequence of the events which
have this morning transpired, that further concealment
is neither possible nor expedient. It is therefore
our duty, as public journalists, to state that the
person first alluded to is Mr. Sydney Clifton, a confidential
clerk in the counting-room of Messrs. De
Lyle, Howard & Co., and that Julius Ellingbourne,
Esquire, a gentleman so well and favourably known
in the fashionable world, is the latter. It now appears
that circumstances connected with the arrest
of the parties led to a hostile meeting at Hoboken,
early this morning, when Mr. Ellingbourne received
the ball of Clifton in his side, near the region of the
heart. From the extremely dangerous character of
the wound, it is not expected that the life of Mr.
Ellingbourne will be protracted many hours. Thus
the vice of gaming, in which this young man indulged,
has at length been followed by the commission
of murder! What a warning does this fact
convey to the youth of our city to abstain from the
incipient stages of dissipation, in whose fatal vortex
honour, integrity, and even life, are frequently ingulfed.” | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 20 | Author: | Fay
Theodore S.
(Theodore Sedgwick)
1807-1898 | Add | | | Title: | Sydney Clifton, or, Vicissitudes in both hemispheres | | | | 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: | The elder Mr. De Lyle, whose early attachment
to Clifton was evinced by placing him in so favourable
a situation in his counting-room, that, with ordinary
application, he would speedily acquire all the
knowledge requisite to success in mercantile pursuits,
learned with the most poignant regret the conspicuous
part assigned to his protegé, both in the offences
connected with the gamblers, and the duel which
succeeded. “Aware that you are on terms of familiar incourse
with Mr. Edward De Lyle, I take the liberty
of hinting that circumstances have occurred which
may tend to inculpate either yourself or him before
the public, in relation to transactions with which you
are fully acquainted. “The writer of this note has, in happier hours,
enjoyed brief opportunities of estimating the talents
and virtues of Mr. Sydney Clifton. That the impressions
left by the slight intercourse were highly
flattering to Mr. C. may be inferred from the reception
of this unusual solicitation for its renewal.
When slander was busy with the name of Mr. Clifton,
the writer, whose station in society is inferior to
none, formed the bold plan of dragging forth his detractors
from their hiding-places, and exposing their
infamy to the eyes of an indignant world. Success
having attended her efforts, she has visited England
to lay her claims before him whose fair fame she
can re-establish. Flattering herself that the deep
interest thus manifested in Mr. Clifton's welfare will
constitute some claims to his regard, the writer is
now ready to communicate her knowledge if he
feels disposed to make a corresponding return, by
uniting his fate to hers for life. Lest the imagination
of Mr. Clifton should picture his correspondent
in the lineaments of age, it is proper to say that she
has numbered fewer years than himself; and if the
good-natured world has not descended to egregious
flattery, is not deficient in personal attractions. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 21 | Author: | Flint
Timothy
1780-1840 | Add | | | Title: | The Shoshonee Valley | | | | 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: | The Shoshonee are a numerous and powerful
tribe of Indians, who dwell in a long and narrow vale
of unparalleled wildness and beauty of scenery, between
the two last western ridges of the Rocky Mountains,
on the south side of the Oregon, or as the inhabitants
of the United States choose to call it, the Columbia.
They are a tall, finely formed, and comparatively
fair haired race, more mild in manners, more
polished and advanced in civilization, and more conversant
with the arts of municipal life, than the contiguous
northern tribes. Vague accounts of them by
wandering savages, hunters, and coureurs du bois, have
been the sources, most probably, whence have been
formed the western fables, touching the existence of
a nation in this region, descended from the Welsh.
In fact many of the females, unexposed by their condition
to the sun and inclemencies of the seasons, are
almost as fair, as the whites. The contributions,
which the nation has often levied from their neighbors
the Spaniards, have introduced money and factitious
wants, and a consequent impulse to build after the
fashions, to dress in the clothes, and to live after the
modes of civilized people, among them. From them
they have obtained either by barter or war, cattle,
horses, mules, and the other domestic animals, in abundance.
Maize, squashes, melons and beans they supposed
they had received as direct gifts from the Wah-condah,
or Master of Life. The cultivation of these,
and their various exotic exuberant vegetables, they
had acquired from surveying the modes of Spanish
industry and subsistence. Other approximations to
civilization they had unconsciously adopted from numerous
Spanish captives, residing among them, in a
relation peculiar to the red people, and intermediate
between citizenship and slavery. But the creole
Spanish, from whom they had these incipient
germs of civilized life, were themselves a simple and
pastoral people, a century behind the Anglo Americans
in modern advancement. The Shoshonee were,
therefore, in a most interesting stage of existence, just
emerging from their own comparative advancements
to a new condition, modelled to the fashion of their
Spanish neighbors. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 22 | Author: | Edited by
DAVID L. VANDER MEULEN | Add | | | Title: | Studies in Bibliography | | | | Published: | 2005 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Modern English collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | Textual criticism is one of the few scholarly fields that
can be talked about in terms of millennia, for it has been
practiced in an organized fashion for at least twenty-three
hundred years. A millennial year is a natural point for retrospection
and stock-taking, and the most recent one, marking the turn to
the twenty-first century, came at a moment fundamentally unlike any
other in the long history of the field. Although differing approaches to
perennial issues might have been in the ascendent at whatever past moments
one chooses to look at, all those moments—before the last decade
or two of the twentieth century— would have shared a dominant concern
for authorial intention as the basis for editing. During the last part of
the twentieth century, however, a focus on texts as social products came
to characterize the bulk of the discussion of textual theory, if not editions
themselves. For the first time, the majority of writings on textual matters
expressed a lack of interest in, and often active disapproval of, approaching
texts as the products of individual creators; and it promoted instead
the forms of texts that emerged from the social process leading to public
distribution, forms that were therefore accessible to readers. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 24 | Author: | Hale
Sarah Josepha Buell
1788-1879 | Add | | | Title: | Sketches of American character | | | | 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: | Travellers, who have made the tour of
Europe, always dwell with peculiar delight on
the sunny skies of Italy; and a host of domestic
writers, never, perhaps, in the whole course
of their existence, beyond that seeming boundary
where their eyes first beheld the horizon
apparently closing around them, join their
voices in the chorus of the sunny skies of
Italy! | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 25 | Author: | Hall
Baynard Rush
1798-1863 | Add | | | Title: | Something for every body | | | | 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: | Dear Charles,—You insist that I am an incorrigible
skeptic, and seem inclined to deliver me over to the secular
arm. “What!” say you, “shall we disbelieve the evidence
of the senses, and the testimony of reputable citizens?”
“What,” you triumphantly ask, “can be more satisfactory
than experiments, such as the citizens of Somewhersburg
have lately witnessed?—men, and even young women (!) rendered
incapable of speaking! and a very mercurial dancing
master arrested at the mere will of the mesmerist, and
made to stand as if petrified, in the act of cutting a pigeon-wing!” | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 26 | Author: | Hall
James
1793-1868 | Add | | | Title: | The soldier's bride 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: | A few years ago, that part of the state of New
York which lies along the main route from the
Hudson to the western lakes, presented an agreeable,
but eccentric, diversity of scenic beauty,
combining the wildest traits of nature with the
cheerful indications of enlightened civility and rural
comfort. The desert smiled—but it smiled in its
native beauty. The foot of science had not yet
wandered thither; nor had the ample coffers of a
state been opened, to diffuse, with unexampled
munificence, over a widely spread domain the
blessings of industry and commerce. The beautiful
villages scattered throughout this extensive region,
exhibited a neatness, taste, and order, which would
have been honourable to older communities. Between
these little towns lay extensive tracts of
wilderness, still tenanted by the deer, and enlivened
by the notes of the feathered tribes. Farms, newly
opened, were thinly dispersed at convenient distances.
The traveller, as he held his solitary way
among the shadows of the forest, acknowledged the
sovereignty of the sylvan deities, whose sway seemed
undisputed; but from these silent shades he emerged
at once into the light and life of civilised society.
Such were the effects produced by an industrious
and somewhat refined population, thrown among
the romantic lakes, the fertile vallies, and the boundless
forests of the West. “That agreeable woman, Mrs. B. who has paid
us so many kind attentions, has just sent for me.
She is very ill, and fancies that no one can nurse
her so well as myself. Of course, I can not refuse,
and only regret, that I must part with my dear
Charles for a few hours. Good night. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 29 | Author: | Ingraham
J. H.
(Joseph Holt)
1809-1860 | Add | | | Title: | Steel belt, or The three masted goleta | | | | 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 waters of Boston Bay slept without a
ripple. The round green isles that swell here
and there from its bosom were reflected in
dark blue masses and bold outlines beneath
the surface. It was near sunset. The skies
were suffused and glowing with molten gold,
and the waters were no less gorgeous than the
sky. `As face answers to face in a glass,' so
the mirror-like bay gave back the green islands,
the golden firmament and the empurpled
clouds that magnificently curtained the
West. By inclining the head a little one
could see another world beneath the wave.
A soft haze, such as is peculiar to a September
sunset blended sky and sea, and communicated
a dreamy, pleasing indistinctness to
the horizon. The domes and towers of the
distant city enthroned upon her Three Hills;
the stately edifices on the wide sweeping
shores of the Bay; the fortresses upon its islands,
all, were tinted with the richest light,
reflected from the sunset sky and clouds; and
the hundred vessels of every size and class
that lay beclamed amid the scene, seemed to
have exchanged their snow-white canvass for
sails of purple and of gold. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 30 | Author: | Ingraham
J. H.
(Joseph Holt)
1809-1860 | Add | | | Title: | The silver bottle, or, The adventures of "Little Marlboro" in search of his father | | | | 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 `Little Marlboro'.' That is my name, I may as well say at once. I
dare say there are better names, and I dare say there are much worse names;
but good or bad my name is Little Marlboro', and neither more nor less than
Little Marlboro'! But let me begin at the beginning! for as I intend to write
a true and veracious history of my life, I wish to start fair with my reader,
giving and taking no advantage in the outset. I am stranger to you! You may never behold me again, yet I am
about to cast myself upon your heart! I am about to entrust to you what is
dearer to me than life—my infant child! Circumstances of the most painful
character, which I cannot at present control and which may bind me till death
releases me from this sad world, compel me to deny myself longer the blessed
privilege of a mother. I must separate from my child, perhaps never more to
clasp it to my bleeding bosom. I have been three days seeking somewhere to
leave it,—alas, to leave it among strangers—unknowing and unknown. But
no where could I desert it hitherto. The hour of delay cannot be extended.
Providence I feel has brought me to your roof. Your heart is kind—for your
voice and face are kindly and benevolent. I have had repeated to me your
language at the table, and my heart has confidence in you. To you, then,
dear madam, I entrust my little boy—my babe! my heart's idol. God forgive
me, if I am committing a crime. But it is not mine to choose. I must part
with my babe. I shall leave it in the bed. With it you will also find a package
of its clothing. Take my child, cherish it tenderly for the poor mother's
sake who is denied the trust, she now makes over to you with a broken heart.' Sir,—I have seen an advertisement this morning in one of the papers offering
a reward of one hundred dollars for any information touching a device of an
eagle treading upon a serpent. Although I do not covet the reward, I desire to
serve you, if I can do so. Your advertisement brought to my recollection, a
carriage which I painted twenty years ago (for I am by occupation a painter)
on which I painted this very device, as I find on referring to my book where I
keep patterns of every thing I have ever done in that way. The carriage was a
double barouche, light yellow, and highly burnished. Trusting this little information
I can give you may be of some service, I remain, I DEPARTED from Boston in the Acadia Steamship the Monday following the
close of the First Series of my narration, and arrived here in safety three days
ago. I have already stated that by the generosity of my kind foster-mother,
Dame Darwell, I was amply provided with means to prosecute my search. According
to my promise the reader shall now hear of my progress in a series of
letters which I shall transmit to them in recompense for their indulgence in following
me thus far in my narrative*
*We have thought best to give the letters as they are, instead of bringing them into a
narrative form.
. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 31 | Author: | Ingraham
J. H.
(Joseph Holt)
1809-1860 | Add | | | Title: | Scarlet Feather, or, The young chief of the Abenaquies | | | | 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 young chieftain Natanis stood in front of his hunting-lodge leaning
upon his bow. Tall and noble in person, and in his attitude commanding,
yet graceful, he looked like a young Apollo just returned from the chase.
At his feet lay a doe with a freshly oozing wound in her soft white breast,
and upon the ground by his side crouched, panting, a huge black wolf-dog. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 32 | Author: | Ingraham
J. H.
(Joseph Holt)
1809-1860 | Add | | | Title: | The seven knights, or, Tales of many lands | | | | 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: | At the close of a summer's day, sometime near the end of the fourteenth
century, a party of young knights, seven in number, were returning to their several
countries from attending a great tournament held in the lists of the Moorish
palace of the Alhambra, then occupied by John, king of Castile. This tournament
was held in honor of the nuptials of the Prince with the Infanta, and from
its magnificence had drawn together the flower of the chivalry of many lands.
The company of knights alluded to, consisted of one of Spain, whose castle lay
northward, near the Pyrennees; one of France; one of England; one of Germany;
one of Rome; of a Scottish knight, and a knight of Venice, all journeying
homeward from the jousts, with their esquires and retinues. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 33 | Author: | Flint
Timothy
1780-1840 | Add | | | Title: | The Shoshonee Valley | | | | 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: | At Length the south breeze began once more to
whisper along the valley, bringing bland airs, spring
birds, sea fowls, the deep trembling roar of unchained
mountain streams, a clear blue sky, magpies and orioles,
cutting the ethereal space, as they sped with
their peculiar business note, on the great instinct errand
of their Creator to the budding groves. The
snipe whistled. The pheasant drummed on the fallen
trunks in the deep forest. The thrasher and the
robin sang; and every thing, wild and tame, that had
life, felt the renovating power, and rejoiced in the retraced
footsteps of the great Parent of nature. The
inmates of William Weldon's dwelling once more
walked forth, in the brightness of a spring morning,
choosing their path where the returning warmth had
already dried the ground on the south slopes of the
hills. The blue and the white violet had already
raised their fair faces under the shelter of the fallen
tree, or beneath the covert of rocks. The red bud
and the cornel decked the wilderness in blossoms; and
in the meadows, from which the ice had scarcely disappeared,
the cowslips threw up their yellow cups
from the water. As they remarked upon the beauty
of the day, the cheering notes of the birds, the deep
hum of a hundred mountain water-falls, and the exhilarating
influence of the renovation of spring, William
Weldon observed in a voice, that showed awakened
remembrances—`dear friends, you have, perhaps,
none of you such associations with this season,
as now press upon my thoughts, in remembrances
partly of joy and sadness. Hear you those million
mingled sounds of the undescribed dwellers in the
spring-formed waters? How keenly they call up the
fresh recollections of the spring of my youth, and my
own country! The winter there, too, is long and severe.
What a train of remembrances press upon me!
I have walked abroad in the first days of spring.—
When yet a child, I was sent to gather the earliest
cowslips. I remember my thoughts, when I first dipped
my feet in the water, and heard these numberless
peeps, croaks, and cries; and thought of the countless
millions of living things in the water, which seemed
to have been germinated by spring; and which appeared
to be emulating each other in the chatter of
their ceaseless song. How ye return upon my
thoughts, ye bright morning visions! What a fairy
creation was life, in such a spring prospect! How
changed is the picture, and the hue of the dark brown
years, as my eye now traces them in retrospect.—
These mingled sounds, this beautiful morning, these
starting cowslips, the whole present scene brings back
1*
the entire past. Ah! there must be happier worlds
beyond the grave, where it is always spring, or the
thoughts, that now spring in my bosom, had not been
planted there.' Minister of Jesus—A wretch in agony implores you
by Him, who suffered for mankind, to have mercy
upon him. He extenuates nothing. The vilest outrage
and abandonment were his purpose. He confesses,
that he deserves the worst. His only plea is,
that he was ruined by the doting indulgence of his
parents. Luxury and pleasure have enervated him,
and he has not the courage to bear pain. Death is
horror to him, and Oh, God! Oh, God!—the terrible
death of a slow fire. Christ pitied his tormentors.
Oh! let Jessy pity me. The agony is greater, than
human nature can bear. Oh! Elder Wood, come,
and pray with, and for `They have unbound my hands, and furnished me
with the means of writing this. They are dancing
round the pile, on which I am to suffer by fire. My
oath, that I would possess thee, at the expense of
death and hell, rings in my ears, as a knell, that would
awaken the dead. Oh God! have mercy. Every
thing whirls before my eyes, and I can only pray, that
you may forget, if you cannot forgive | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 36 | Author: | Ingraham
J. H.
(Joseph Holt)
1809-1860 | Add | | | Title: | The Spanish galleon, or, The pirate of the Mediterranean | | | | 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 opening scene of our story is laid in the Mediterranean Sea in the
month of June, 1700. One clear, cloudless morning, towards the latter end
of this month, the rising sun, himself yet unseen beneath the ocean, was
just touching the skyey outline of the bold summits of the Corsican Sierras
with a bright edge of gold. As each moment he rose higher and higher, the
darkness fled from the hollows and coverts of the mountain-sides into the
sea, revealing first the towers and turrets of a convent perched upon a pinnacle;
then, lower down, a walled monastery with its hanging gardens; then
a fortress with battlements and embrasures frowning above the waves; and
still lower, on the very verge of the sea, the hut of the fisherman! As the
bays and inlets caught the morning beams, the fisher's light craft with its
long latteen yard across was seen idly anchored near his door, or sluggishly
getting underweigh and moving under oars towards the open sea. In one
of the inlets of the cliff-bound shore, into which the beams of the morning
penetrated, lay moored close in with the towering rock, a large vessel of
about four hundred tons. The little bay in which she was sheltered, was
about two leagues to the northward of a considerable port on the east side
of the Island of Corsica; half a league from her position was a convent
surrounded by high and snow-white walls; and on the mountain side, almost
above her, stood a monastery half in ruins, yet inhabited. Perched
here and there upon a low, rocky projection stood a solitary fisherman's cot,
and the jagged peaks of the Sierras, elevated in the distance, formed a bold
back-ground to the scene. The vessel in question seemed to have taken up
the most advantageous position within the inlet for security, not only from
any sudden storm, but from the observation of any vessels which sailed past
outside; for unless they fairly entered the narrow bay, and turned sharp to
the left, they could not have discovered that it contained any thing besides
the half a score of fishing boats which usually belonged in its waters. It is my painful duty to communicate to your Highness, the loss, by capture,
in our bay of El Gancho on the morning of the 25th instant, of Your
Majesty's Galleon `La Reina Isabel.' This ship was driven into the Mediterranean
by an adverse gale and afterwards prevented by a corsair from
regaining her port, being chased until she run for shelter, three nights ago
into our secluded bay. Here she was attacked and defended with great
courage, so that she sunk the corsair's vessel, who boarded the Galleon in
boats, and after a hard fight succeeded in capturing her. Among the slain
were the captain with all his officers, and El Escelentissimo Senor Don
Ferdinand de Garcia, who with his daughter were passengers. Previous to
the attack, Don Ferdinand removed for safe keeping to our priory, one million
of specie belonging to your majesty, which I hold in trust at your majesty's
command. He left on board the galleon half a million which there
was not time to remove, which fell into the hands of the corsair Kidd, who
has possessed himself of the captured vessel and, after repairing her, sailed
from the island in her, doubtless bent on further deeds of rapine. Sir,—By command of His Majesty, I enclose you a despatch to the captains
or commanders of any vessels of war lying in the port of Gibraltar,
Spain, or Kingston in Jamaica, or wherever these despatches may find
them, to put themselves under your directions, for the purpose expressed in
their instructions, viz: the capture of the freebooter, William Kidd, and
bringing him (if possible) to trial, in this our England. Trusting that you
will be successful in taking him, through the aid of His Majesty's vessels of
war, and that you will prove yourself worthy in all respects of the confidence
His Majesty has graciously seen fit to repose in you, I am, &c. &c. Sir;—You are hereby desired to furnish such information respecting British
vessels in your waters, as the bearer, Mr. Belfort, may have occasion to
require on the secret service in which he is engaged, and also to further
his purposes, which he will make known to you, with every aid at your
command. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 38 | Author: | Ingraham
J. H.
(Joseph Holt)
1809-1860 | Add | | | Title: | The spectre steamer, 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: | It was in the spring of 1839, that I left
New Orleans, in the splendid steamer
Saint Louis, for Saint Louis. The morning
was clear and brilliant, and the atmosphere
of that agreeable elasticity which inspires
the dullest with good spirits. We backed
out slowly and majestically from our birth at
the pier, and, gaining the mid-river, began
to ascend the stream with rapid but stately
motion. I stood upon the `hurricane-deck,'
with fifty other passengers, admiring the
view of the city as we ran swifty past it.
Street after street terminating in a straight
line in the cypress swamp, appeared and disappeared,
and turret, spire, and terrace receded
rapidly in the distance. The half league
of shipping lying `three deep' against the
pier, and waiting for their freight of cotton,
presented a grand and imposing spectacle.
They were Americans and of all European
nations, principally English and French;
and as every ship wore her flag half-mast in
honor of a captain of one of them who had
died the day previous, their appearance was
at once solemn (from association) and brilliant.
Who that has ever visited New Or
leans in the winter season, can forget the
fine effect of this wide-stretching crescent of
shipping that enfolds the city at either extremity
like wings? `Sir,—Ten years ago you saved my life.
I am now in a situation to show you substantial
gratitude. I learn from your friend,
my host, that you are a seaman and are doing
well. Yet you may do better. I enclose
you five bank of England notes for five hundred
pounds each. Accept them as your
right. They are nothing in my estimation
put side by side with the life you saved. I
wish you and your noble mother all happiness
and health. Greeting: `I do believe I am innocent of this thing,
as I am an honorable gentleman. How it
came into my possession, I am as ignorant
as the child unborn. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 39 | Author: | Ingraham
J. H.
(Joseph Holt)
1809-1860 | Add | | | Title: | The surf skiff, or, The heroine of the Kennebec | | | | 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: | Your few words have made me happy,
and filled my bosom with joyful hopes.
If you will communicate to me any plan
for my escape and reunion with him, you
say is your friend, be assured I will cooperate
with you. My room is over the
parlor. Its windows open upon the gal
lery. I dare not leave my room to go
through the house, as the servants are
my father's spies. If a ladder could be
placed so as to reach the top of the piazza,
and he was below, I should have the
courage to descend! I shall await your
movements with trembling hopes. Thank
God for his preservation. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 40 | Author: | Irving
Washington
1783-1859 | Add | | | Title: | The sketch book of Geoffrey Crayon, Gent | | | | 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 was always fond of visiting new scenes,
and observing strange characters and manners.
Even when a mere child I began my travels,
and made many tours of discovery into foreign
parts and unknown regions of my native city,
to the frequent alarm of my parents, and the
emolument of the town-crier. As I grew into
boyhood, I extended the range of my observations.
My holiday afternoons were spent in
rambles about the surrounding country. I
made myself familiar with all its places famous
in history or fable. I knew every spot
where a murder or robbery had been committed,
or a ghost been seen. I visited the neighbouring
villages, and added greatly to my stock
of knowledge, by noting their habits and customs,
and conversing with their sages and great
men. I even journeyed one long summer's
day to the summit of the most distant hill,
from whence I stretched my eye over many a
mile of terra incognita, and was astonished to
find how vast a globe I inhabited. It is with feelings of deep regret that I have
noticed the literary animosity daily growing up
between England and America. Great curiosity
has been awakened of late with respect to
the United States, and the London press has
teemed with volumes of travels through the republic;
but they seem intended to diffuse error
rather than knowledge; and so successful have
they been, that, notwithstanding the constant
intercourse between the nations, there is none
concerning which the great mass of the British
people have less pure information, or more prejudices. On a soft sunny morning, in the month of
May, I made an excursion to Windsor, to visit
the castle. It is a proud old pile, stretching its
irregular walls and massive towers along the
brow of a lofty ridge, waving its royal banner
in the clouds, and looking down with a lordly
air upon the surrounding world. It is a place
that I love to visit, for it is full of storied and
poetical associations. On this morning, the
weather was of that soft vernal kind that calls
forth the latent romance of a man's temperament,
and makes him quote poetry, and dream
of beauty. In wandering through the magnificent
saloons and long echoing galleries of the
old castle, I felt myself most disposed to linger
in the chamber where hang the portraits of the
beauties that once flourished in the gay court of
Charles the Second. As I traversed the “large
green courts,” with sunshine beaming on the
gray walls, and glancing along the velvet turf,
I called to mind the tender, the gallant, but
hapless Surrey's account of his loiterings about
them in his stripling days, when enamoured of
the Lady Geraldine—
“With eyes cast up unto the maiden's tower,
With easie sighs, such as men draw in love.”
A COLLOQUY IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 41 | Author: | Kennedy
John Pendleton
1795-1870 | Add | | | Title: | Swallow Barn, or A sojourn in the Old Dominion | | | | 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 can imagine your surprise upon the receipt
of this, when you first discover that I have really
reached the Old Dominion. To requite you for my
stealing off so quietly, I hold myself bound to an explanation,
and, in revenge for your past friendship,
to inflict upon you a full, true, and particular account
of all my doings, or rather my seeings and thinkings,
up to this present writing. You know my cousin
Ned Hazard has been often urging it upon me,—so
often that he began to grow sick of it,—as a sort of
family duty, to come and spend some little fragment
of my life amongst my Virginia relations, and I have
broken so many promises on that score, that, in truth,
I began to grow ashamed of myself. “Dear and Respected Friend,—Touching the
question of the law-suit which, notwithstanding the
erroneous judgments of our unlearned courts, still
hangs in unhappy suspense, I am moved by the consideration
urged in your sensible epistle to me of the
fifteenth ultimo, to submit the same, with all the
matters of fact and law pertinent to a right decision
thereof, to mutual friends, to arbitrate the same between
us; not doubting that the conclusion will be
agreeable to both, and corroborative of the impressions
which I have entertained, unaltered from the
first, arising of this controversy with my venerated
neighbour, the late Walter Hazard. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 42 | Author: | Kennedy
John Pendleton
1795-1870 | Add | | | Title: | Swallow Barn, or A sojourn in the Old Dominion | | | | 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 time of the Revolution, and for a good
many years afterwards, Old Nick enjoyed that solid
popularity which, as Lord Mansfield expressed it,
follows a man's actions rather than is sought after
by them. But in our time he is manifestly falling
into the sere and yellow leaf, especially in the
Atlantic states. Like those dilapidated persons who
have grown out at elbows by sticking too long to a
poor soil, or who have been hustled out of their profitable
prerogatives by the competition of upstart numbers,
his spritish family has moved off, with bag and
baggage, to the back settlements. This is certain,
that in Virginia he is not seen half so often now as
formerly. A traveller in the Old Dominion may
now wander about of nights as dark as pitch, over
commons, around old churches, and through graveyards,
and all the while the rain may be pouring
down with its solemn hissing sound, and the thunder
may be rumbling over his head, and the wind
moaning through the trees, and the lightning flinging
its sulphurous glare across the skeletons of dead
horses, and over the grizzly rawheads upon the tombstones;
and, even, to make the case stronger, a
drunken cobbler may be snoring hideously in the
church door, (being overtaken by the storm on his
way home,) and every flash may show his livid,
dropsical, carbuncled face, like that of a vagabond
corpse that had stolen out of his prison to enjoy the
night air; and yet it is ten to one if the said traveller
be a man to be favoured with a glimpse of that old-fashioned,
distinguished personage who was wont to
be showing his cloven foot, upon much less provocation,
to our ancestors. The old crones can tell you
of a hundred pranks that he used play in their day,
and what a roaring sort of a blade he was. But,
alas! sinners are not so chicken-hearted as in the
old time. It is a terribly degenerate age; and the
devil and all his works are fast growing to be forgotten. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 43 | Author: | Rowson
Mrs.
1762-1824 | Add | | | Title: | Sarah | | | | 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: | YES! Anne, the die is cast—I am a wife. But
a less cheerful bride, one who looks forward
with less hope, perhaps never existed. You
were surprised, you say, to hear to whom I had
relinquished my hand and heart—leave out the
latter, Anne, it had nothing to do with the transaction.
Why were you not here, you say, to
have prevented a union which you are morally
certain will not conduce to my happiness? You
cannot be more certain of it, than I am; but
what could I do? Frederic gone to India; hemmed
round with persuasive meddlers, who, I am
more than half convinced, urged me to this
measure, fearful I should be burthensome to
them; and I was also told it was necessary
for the preservation of my reputation that I
should accept Darnley. I had no natural protector;
my father so far distant he was the same
as dead to me; Frederic gone; my health not
sufficiently established to enable me to undertake
the journey I meditated before you left England;
my finances reduced to a very small portion, and
though most earnestly entreated to forbear,
Darnley continuing his visits. I found I must
accede to his proposals, or be thrown on the
world, censured by my relations, robbed of my
good name, and being poor, open to the pursuits
and insults of the profligate. One thing which
encouraged me to hope I might be tolerably happy
in the union was—though my heart felt no
strong emotions in his favor, it was totally free
from all partiality towards any other. He always
appeared good humored and obliging; and though
his mind was not highly cultivated, I thought
time might improve him in that particular. However,
I was candid with him; told him the situation
of my heart, and asked if he could be content
with receiving attentions which would be
only the result of principle. He seemed to
think this only maidenish affectation, and perfectly
convinced within himself that I loved him
already. “Madam, a personal interview is not sought
from any expected pleasure it may afford, but because
I think it necessary to speak a few words
to you. I must insist on seeing you; if you cannot
come down, I will come to you. “It is certainly painful to me, Mr. Darnley,
to find you voluntarily avoid my society. Perhaps
I can divine the cause, and by removing it
the effect may happily cease. You think my
sex and situation will lead me, when we meet,
to recapitulate some late events, and make disagreeable
remarks thereon. Such a recapitulation
is by no means necessary. Let us meet as
though no such events had ever taken place:
let the whole pass into eternal oblivion: trust
4*
me, it shall not be my fault if it does not. I hope
you will dine at home to day; Anne is engaged,
and if you should dine out also, I shall dine
alone. “You are very much mistaken, Mrs. Darnley,
if you suppose I dread your reproaches: I
know, with all your boasted forbearance, you
dare not utter any, or it is not your regard to
me would prevent you; but pray understand,
madam, if I am not master of my own house, I
am of my actions and person, and shall go out
when and where I please, without consulting
your pleasure; mind your own business, and
don't trouble yourself about me; you have got a
comfortable home, and may go out or come in,
as you please. But you cannot suppose, after
the very polite method which you took to turn
Jessey out of doors, that I can see you with any
degree of temper; and since you have withdrawn
from her your protection, I feel doubly
bound to afford her mine. She is a woman whom
I esteem; she loves me with her whole soul;
she has given incontestable proofs, that her affection
for me supersedes all other considerations;
and had she sooner been freed from her matrimonial
shackles, you would never have been
the wife of “That I am your wife, Mr. Darnley, is more
my misfortune, than my fault. But you are under
a mistake, in supposing Jessey loves you.
No woman can be under the influence of that
sacred passion, (whose power I can conceive,
though as yet I have never felt its influence) who
degrades herself below even the pity of a man of
principle, and for self gratification plunges the object
of her pretended adoration into infamy, by
inciting him to repeated breaches of every sacred
and moral obligation. You say I have a comfortable
home; can that home be so, from
whence domestic peace is banished? You are
your own master—It is well you are so. Would
to God I was as free. I AM exceedingly concerned, my dear Mrs.
Darnley, at the little brulee which has taken
place between my mother and yourself, especially
as she tells me you talk of leaving her; this I
lament, because I think Caroline very much improved
since you have had the entire management
of her; not but that it has been a matter
of surprise to me, that a woman so young, lovely,
and accomplished as yourself, should voluntarily
submit to the humiliation of being subject
to the humor and caprices of any one, and live
in a state of dependence, when they might command
affluence on the very easy terms of sharing
it with an agreeable man, who would think himself
honored by her acceptance of his protection:
and this I know to be your case. The marquis
of H—, who is an intimate friend of lord
Linden's, and whom you have seen at my house
and at my mother's, has often expressed his
fervent admiration of your person, manners and
accomplishments. He was present when my
mother told us of your quarrel; I do assure you
he took your part very highly, called you a
persecuted angel; raved at my mother, and
was setting off post haste, to offer you consolation,
in the form of a young handsome lover and
a settlement; but I stopped him, told him he
must conduct himself with prudence and delicacy,
if he wished to succeed with you—so while he is
writing his amorous epistle, I have scrawled
these hasty lines, to intreat you to give his proposal
a fair perusal, and take it into serious consideration.
Only reflect, my dear, on the
unprotected state, in which you now are, in a
strange place, without friends or money. You will
perhaps say, you have reputation; but, child,
will reputation pay your lodging, or buy you a
new gown when you want one? No, believe me,
poor reputation is many a time left naked in the
street, while those who have disclaimed and
turned her out of doors, are sumptuously clothed,
inhabit palaces, and ride in splendid equipages.
But I will say no more; your own good sense
will direct you; and surely I think you cannot be
so wilfully blind to your own interest, as to refuse
the offers of the marquis. Do, child, be wise for
once, and take the advice of a friend, though I
am arguing against myself to persuade you to do
so. But if you are romantic enough to prefer
dependence; why, if you must leave ma, come
and live with me, and I will take Caroline home;
at any rate, pray do not, in a flight of elevation,
run from those evils which you know, to those of
which at present you can have no conception. THOUGH I have but a few times enjoyed the
pleasure of being in your company, those few
have been enough to awaken in my mind sentiments
of the highest esteem for your talents
and virtues. I have understood from my friend,
lord Linden, that you have connected yourself in
marriage, with a man who knows not how justly
to appreciate your worth; and who has permitted
you to come unprovided and unprotected into
this country, that by the exertion of your abilities,
you may obtain means of subsistence; this,
madam, being the case, prevents my having the
honor of laying myself and fortune at your feet.
But as from the treatment you have experienced
from your husband, every tie must be broken
between you, every obligation dissolved—permit
me to offer you protection and independence;
allow me to hope to be admitted among the
chosen few, whom you may honor with esteem.
I have a neat house, ready for your reception, a
few miles from Dublin, whether you can retire,
until one can be prepared in the city, should you
prefer residing there; a carriage and servants
shall attend your order, free of expense, and a
settlement of five hundred pounds a year during
your life, awaits your acceptance; only allow me
the privilege of passing some hours of every
day in your society, and by studying your
charmingly intelligent countenance, discover and
prevent your wishes, before you have time to
give them utterance. I have desired the person
who brings you this, not to wait for an answer.
I will not hurry your gentle and delicate nature;
take your own time to consider my proposals;
only to give me one comforting gleam of hope,
allow me to see you for five minutes this evening,
at Mrs. Bellamy's; I will call about nine
o'clock; I will not say one word on the subject
of this letter; my visit shall be confined to the
period mentioned; if it is your wish, only receive
me without a frown, and I will live in the hope, that
my future visits (when you are settled in your
own house) will be welcomed with a smile. I
am, madam, with the utmost respect, your sincere
adorer, IN pursuance of your advice, I sought out
Mrs. Bellamy, and waited on her to inquire
after Mrs. Darnley, who I perceived, by your
letter, was a person in whose fate either yourself,
or some of your friends, were particularly
interested. When I discovered who this Mrs.
Bellamy was, I will confess I was surprised how
you could be any way engaged in an inquiry after
a woman who had resided in her family; as
she is the mother of the celebrated Mrs. O'Donnell,
who has alienated the affection of the
(otherwise) worthy lord Linden, from his amiable
lady and her lovely children; and this
Mrs. Bellamy was always supposed to be the
vile agent who instigated the daughter to attempt
to ensnare, and whose counsel afterwards assisted
her to bind fast, the fetters which hold his lordship
in his unworthy bondage. However, I presumed
you had some very good reason for desiring
me to be particular in my inquiry, and I set
in earnest about it. The old gentlewoman received
me with politeness, regretted that it was
not in her power to give me the desired information
where Mrs. Darnley was to be found; said
she had been much deceived in her; that she had
brought her from England with her, to superintend
the education of her grand-daughter; but
that very soon after their arrival in Dublin,
she, Mrs. Darnley, made acquaintance with
some low people in the neighborhood; and
one day when she was out, she had taken her
trunk and gone off, without leaving any message
whatever; and that she imagined she was gone
with a kind of sailor-looking man, who used frequently
to come after her. While she was
speaking, a servant came in to bring a note; of
whom she inquired whether any of the people
below had heard or seen any thing of Darnley,
since she went away? The young woman replied,
that Mrs. O'Donnell's John had said, he
saw her a few days since go into a house in an
alley at the lower end of the town. `It is no
great matter where she is,' replied Mrs. Bellamy,
`for what is she good for? She imposed
on me, when she applied for employment, by
telling an artful tale of her husband's misfortunes;
said necessity had obliged her to separate herself
from him; but I rather think, from what
I have since heard, that he had good reasons for
separating from her.' After this intelligence,
my good sir, you may be sure I felt no very
great curiosity to hear any more about your fair
adventurer; but as you had expressed so ardent
a desire for information, I took down the name
of the alley where the woman said she had been
seen, and went immediately there; inquired at
every house where I thought it was likely I
might find her, describing her person according
to the description given in your letter; I had
almost given up all hope, when going into a house
that stood a little more back than the rest, I
found she was known to the mistress of it, and
had lived there several weeks. THE trouble I am about to give your lordship
may, perhaps, be deemed an impertinent
intrusion; and an apologizing introduction, might
by some, be thought indispensible; but I trust
your lordship will admit the cause, when I have
explained it, of itself a sufficient excuse for the
liberty I take, without my offering any other. I WAS honored with your favor of July 17,
and feel myself impelled to admire a friendship
so ardent and sincere, as that which you profess
to feel for the charming Mrs. Darnley. You
were right in your conjecture, that I should
make instant inquiry after the lovely fugitive,
who had taken such alarm at my letter, and fled
from what she termed my persecution. In that
letter, I told her I would see her in the evening;
and at the hour I had appointed, I repaired to
Mrs. Bellamy's house. Judge of my surprize at
hearing she was gone, and had taken her trunks
with her, leaving no message I inquired how
she was conveyed from the house; and learning
that she went in a hackney coach, on my return
home, I employed one of my servants to
inquire at the stands around, for the man who
had taken up a fare at such an hour, in such a
street—by this man I discovered where he had
taken her, and went in the evening of the following
day, to the lane where he directed me;
intending, if I could not prevail on your fair
friend to favor my suit, to insist upon being her
banker, and serve her even against her will. “THOUGH Lady Bourke has not the pleasure
of a personal acquaintance with Mrs. Darnley,
she knows and respects her character; she
begs Mrs. D. to consider the furniture, &c.
which she will find at Woodland Cottage, as her
own; and use it as such, as long as the situation
Mr. Darnley holds, may render a residence
there agreeable. Lady B. hopes Mrs. D.
will find every accommodation, and enjoy much
happiness in her new habitation.” | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 44 | Author: | Sigourney
L. H.
(Lydia Howard)
1791-1865 | Add | | | Title: | Sketch of Connecticut, forty years since | | | | 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: | Not far from where the southern limits of Connecticut
meet the waters of the sea, the town of N— is situated.
As you approach from the west, it exhibits a rural aspect,
of meadows intersected by streams, and houses overshadowed
with trees. Viewed from the eastern acclivity,
it seems like a citadel guarded by parapets of rock, and
embosomed in an ampitheatre of hills, whose summits
mark the horizon with a waving line of dark forest green.
Entering at this avenue, you perceive that its habitations
bear few marks of splendour, but many of them, retiring
behind the shelter of lofty elms, exhibit the appearance
of comfort and respectability. Travelling southward about
two miles, through the principal road, the rural features
of the landscape are lost, in the throng of houses, and
bustle of men. The junction of two considerable streams
here forms a beautiful river, which, receiving the tides of
the sea, rushes with a short course into its bosom. “With the circumstances of my escape you were undoubtedly
made acquainted, at the return of my pursuers.
The bearer will inform you that my reception on board
the gallies, and at this place, has been favourable to our
wishes. I am able confidently to assure you, that the suspicions
excited by Arnold are false as himself. Not one of
our officers is supposed by the British to be otherwise than
inimical to their cause. Only one has fallen, one son of perdition.
To have the pleasure of doing this justice to fidelity,
balances the evils of my situation. I was yesterday compelled
to a most afflicting step, but one indispensable to
the completion of our plan. It was necessary for me to
accept a commission in the traitor's legion, that I might
have uninterrupted access to his house. Thither he usually
returns at midnight, and previously to retiring, walks
a short time in his garden. There I am to seize, and gag
him, and with the assistance of this trusty spy, bear him
to a boat, which will be in readiness. In case of interrogation,
we shall say, that we are carrying an intoxicated
soldier to the guard-house. Some of the pales from the
garden fence are to be previously removed, that our silent
passage to the alley may be facilitated. On the night,
which the bearer is commissioned to appoint, meet me at
Hoboken, with twenty of the Virginia cavalry, those
brothers of my soul, and there, God willing, I will deliver
to your hand, the troubler of Israel. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 45 | Author: | Sigourney
L. H.
(Lydia Howard)
1791-1865 | Add | | | Title: | Sketches | | | | 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 was in the full tide of a laborious and absorbing
profession,—of one which imposes on intellect
an unsparing discipline, but ultimately opens the
avenues to wealth and fame. I pursued it, as one
determined on distinction,—as one convinced that
mind may assume a degree of omnipotence over
matter and circumstance, and popular opinion. Ambition's
promptings were strong within me, nor was
its career unprosperous.—I had no reason to complain
that its promises were deceptive, or its harvest
tardy. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 46 | Author: | Mitchell
I.
(Isaac)
ca. 1759-1812 | Add | | | Title: | A short account of the courtship of Alonzo & 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: | In the time of the late revolution, two young
gentlemen of Connecticut, who had formed
an indissoluble friendship, graduated at Yale college
in New Haven; their names were Edgar
and Alonzo; Edgar was the son of a respectable
farmer, Alonzo's father was an eminent merchant
— Edgar was designed for the desk, Alonzo for
the bar; but as they were allowed some vacant
time after their graduation before they entered
upon their professional studies, they improved
this interim in mutual, friendly visits, mingling
with select parties in the amusement of the day,
and in travelling through some parts of the United
States. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 47 | Author: | Neal
John
1793-1876 | Add | | | Title: | Seventy-six | | | | 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: | Yes, my children, I will no longer delay it. We are
passing, one by one, from the place of contention, one
after another, to the grave; and, in a little time, you
may say—Our Fathers!—the men of the Revolution—
where are they?..... Yes, I will go about it, in
earnest: I will leave the record behind me, and when
there is nothing else to remind you of your father, and
your children's children, of their ancestor—nothing
else, to call up his apparition before you, that you may
see his aged and worn forehead—his white hair in the
wind... you will have but to open the book, that I
shall leave to you—and lay your right hand, devoutly,
upon the page. It will have been written in blood
and sweat, with prayer and weeping. But do that—
no matter when it is, generations may have passed
away—no matter where I am—my flesh and blood
may have returned to their original element, or taken
innumerable shapes of loveliness—my very soul may
be standing in the presence of the Most High—Yet
do ye this, and I will appear to you, instantly, in the
deepest and dimmest solitude of your memory!—
—Yes!—I will go about it, this very day...
And I do pray you and them, as they shall be born
successively of you, and yours, when all the family are
about their sanctuary, their own fire side—the holy
and comfortable place, to open the volume, and read it
aloud. Let it be in the depth of winter, if it may be,
when the labour of the year is over, and the heart is
rejoicing in its home—and when you are alone:—not
that I would frown upon the traveller, or blight the
warm hospitality of your nature, by reproof—but there
are some things, and some places, where the thought of
the stranger is intrusion, the touch and hearing of the
unknown man, little better than profanation. If you
love each other, you will not go abroad for consolation:
and if you are wise, you will preserve some
hidden, fountains of your heart, unvisited but by one
or two—the dearest and the best. This should be one
of them—I will have it so. I would not have your
feeling of holy, and solemn, and high enthusiasm,
broken in upon, by the unprepared, just when you have
been brought, perhaps, to travel in imagination, with
your father, barefooted, over the frozen ground, leaving
his blood at every step, as he went, desolate, famished,
sick, naked, almost broken hearted, and almost
alone, to fight the battles of your country. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 52 | Author: | Austin
Jane G.
(Jane Goodwin)
1831-1894 | Add | | | Title: | The shadow of Moloch mountain | | | | 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: | The Brewster Place
454EAF. [Page 005]. In-line image of a house with a straw roof and smoking chimney. In
front of the house is a person holding open a gate.
“My Dear Niece Beatrice: It is a long time
since we heard any thing from you, and I trust that
both you and brother Israel are in good health
and prospered in your undertakings. We are all
in the enjoyment of our usual health, except your
grandmother, who has an attack of rheumatism,
from standing at the porch-door talking to Jacob,
our hired man, about the new calf. This calf is
the daughter of Polly, the red and white heifer
that you liked so well and dressed with a garland
of wild flowers, which she pulled off and eat up.
That was last Independence-day, you remember, and
you got mostly blue flowers, because, you said, she
must be red, blue, and white. The new calf is very
pretty, and we think of raising it; but we shall not
name it until you come home, as you may have a
choice in the matter. Grandfather is very well, considering,
and often speaks of you. He says he wants
to see you very much, and hopes you will not have
grown out of knowledge. He forgets, being old, that
you are grown up already, and will not change outwardly
any more until you begin to grow old, which I
suppose will not be yet. “I know that you will feel remorseful, because, even
without fault of your own, you have done me an injustice
by your suspicions; and, later on, have dealt me a
blow whose wound will endure for years. To natures
ike yours, there is no comfort like reparation and
atonement. I offer you the opportunity for both in
this set of trinkets, brought from India by me for the
unknown lady of my love. If you will take them and
wear them, I shall feel that we are friends once more,
and that you have forgiven yourself and me for the injury
that friendship has sustained. Do not refuse me
this amends; and believe me always while I live, | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 54 | Author: | Cooke
John Esten
1830-1886 | Add | | | Title: | Surry of Eagle's-nest, or, The memoirs of a staff-officer serving in Virginia | | | | 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: | Having returned to “Eagle's-Nest,” and hung up a dingy
gray uniform and batered old sabre for the inspection of my
descendants, I propose to employ some leisure hours in recording
my recollections, and describing, while they are fresh in my
memory, a few incidents of the late Revolution. “General:—Hold your ground only ten minutes longer, and
the enemy will fall back. I have captured a courier from General
Shields. His line is ordered to retire. “General:—The bearer, Major Surry, of my staff, is sent to
superintend the burial of my dead in the action yesterday, and
look after the wounded. I have the honor to request that he
may be permitted to pass your lines for that purpose. He will
give any parole you require. “Will you lend me Colonel Surry for three or four days? “Certainly. “For the sake of one who fell at Kelly's Ford, March 17th,
'63, an unknown Georgian sends you a simple cluster of young
spring flowers. You loved the `gallant Pelham,' and your
words of love and sympathy are `immortelles' in the hearts that
loved him. I have never met you, I may never meet you, but
you have a true friend in me. I know that sad hearts mourn
him in Virginia, and a darkened home in Alabama tells the sorrow
there. My friendship for him was pure as a sister's love, or
a spirit's. I had never heard his voice. “For some time now it has been plain to me that our engagement
is distasteful to you, and that you wish to be released from
it. Considering the fact that you gave me ample encouragement,
and never, until you met with a person whom I need not name,
showed any dissatisfaction at the prospect of becoming Mrs.
Baskerville, I might be justified in demanding the fulfilment of
your engagement. But I do not wish to coerce the action of
any young lady, however my feelings may be involved, and I scorn
to take advantage of a compact made in good faith by my late
father and myself. I therefore release you from your engagement. “I received your note. Thank you, sir! If I could have induced
you to write that letter by kneeling before you, I should
have knelt to you. “An unknown friend, who takes an interest in you, writes
these lines, to put you in possession of facts which it is proper
you should be acquainted with. “I have just had a visit from Mrs. Parkins, and she has made
some astonishing disclosures, of the deepest importance to you.
She declares that you have a son now living, and, before she left
me, I succeeded in discovering that you will be able to learn all
about him by visiting a Mrs. Bates, near Frederick City, Maryland,
who is in some way connected with this mysterious affair.
I think that Mrs. Parkins went to Maryland to inquire into this,
with the design of obtaining a reward from you—but she has
now left Elm Cottage, and I do not know where you will find
her. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 55 | Author: | Cozzens
Frederic S.
(Frederic Swartwout)
1818-1869 | Add | | | Title: | The sayings of Dr. Bushwhacker, and other learned men | | | | 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,” said our learned friend, Dr. Bushwhacker,
“we are indebted to China for the four principal
blessings we enjoy. Tea came from China, the
compass came from China, printing came from China,
and gunpowder came from China—thank God! China,
sir, is an old country, a very old country. There is one
word, sir, we got from China, that is oftener in the
mouths of American people than any other word in the
language. It is cash, sir, cash! That we derive from
the Chinese. It is the name, sir, of the small brass coin
they use, the coin with a square hole in the middle. And
then look at our Franklin; he drew the lightning from
the skies with his kite; but who invented the kite, sir?
The long-tailed Chinaman, sir. Franklin had no invention;
he never would have invented a kite or a printing-press.
But he could use them, sir, to the best possible
advantage, sir; he had no genius, sir, but he had remarkable
talent and industry. Then, sir, we get our umbrella
from China; the first man that carried an umbrella, in
London, in Queen Anne's reign, was followed by a mob.
That is only one hundred and fifty years ago. We get
the art of making porcelain from China. Our ladies must
thank the Celestials for their tea-pots. Queen Elizabeth
never saw a tea-pot in her life. In 1664, the East India
Company bought two pounds two ounces of tea as a present
for his majesty, King Charles the Second. In 1667,
they imported one hundred pounds of tea. Then, sir,
rose the reign of scandal—Queen Scandal, sir! Then,
sir, rose the intolerable race of waspish spinsters who
sting reputations and defame humanity over their dyspeptic
cups. Then, sir, the astringent principle of the
herb was communicated to the heart, and domestic troubles
were brewed and fomented over the tea-table. Then, sir,
the age of chivalry was over, and women grew acrid and
bitter; then, sir, the first temperance society was founded,
and high duties were laid upon wines, and in consequence
they distilled whiskey instead, which made matters a great
deal better, of course; and all the abominations, all the
difficulties of domestic life, all the curses of living in a
country village; the intolerant canvassing of character,
reputation, piety; the nasty, mean, prying spirit; the
uncharitable, defamatory, gossiping, tale bearing, whispering,
unwomanly, unchristianlike behavior of those
who set themselves up for patterns over their vile
decoctions, sir, arose with the introduction of tea.
Yes, sir; when the wine-cup gave place to the tea-cup,
then the devil, sir, reached his culminating point. The
curiosity of Eve was bad enough; but, sir, when Eve's
curiosity becomes sharpened by turgid tonics, and scandal
is added to inquisitiveness, and inuendo supplies the
place of truth, and an imperfect digestion is the pilot
instead of charity; then, sir, we must expect to see human
nature vilified, and levity condemned, and good
fellowship condemned, and all good men, from Washington
down, damned by Miss Tittle, and Miss Tattle,
and the Widow Blackleg, and the whole host of tea-drinking
conspirators against social enjoyment.” Here
Dr. Bushwhacker grew purple with eloquence and indignation.
We ventured to remark that he had spoken of
tea “as a blessing” at first. “Yes, sir,” responded Dr.
Bushwhacker, shaking his bushy head, “that reminds
one of Doctor Pangloss. Yes, sir, it is a blessing, but
like all other blessings it must be used temperately, or
else it is a curse! China, sir,” continued the Doctor,
dropping the oratorical, and taking up the historical,
“China, sir, knows nothing of perspective, but she is
great in pigments. Indian ink, sir, is Chinese, so are vermillion
and indigo; the malleable properties of gold, sir,
were first discovered by this extraordinary people; we
must thank them for our gold leaf. Gold is not a pigment,
but roast pig is, and Charles Lamb says the origin of
roast pig is Chinese; the beautiful fabric we call silk,
sir, came from the Flowery Nation, so did embroidery,
so did the game of chess, so did fans. In fact, sir, it is
difficult to say what we have not derived from the Chinese.
Cotton, sir, is our great staple, but they wove and
spun long staple and short staple, yellow cotton and white
cotton before Columbus sailed out of the port of Palos in
the Santa Maria.” Dear Fredericus: A. Walther writ this in `quaint
old sounding German.' It is done into English by your
friend, My Dear Cozzens:—I had hoped to spend my vacation
in quiet idleness, with a rigorous and religious abstinence
from pen and ink. But I cannot refuse to comply with
the request you urge so eloquently, placing your claim to
my assistance not only on the ground of old friendship,
but also as involving important objects, literary and scientific,
as well as social and commercial; all of them (to
repeat your phrase and Bacon's), “coming home to the
business and bosoms of men.” My dear Editor:—I have been much amused in learning
through the press, as well as from the more sprightly narrative
of your private letter, that such and so very odd claims
and conjectures had been made as to the authorship of
my late hasty letter to you, in proof that the poets and
gentlemen of old Greece and Rome drank as good
champagne as we do. You know very well that the
letter which you published was not originally meant for
the public, and the public have no right at all to inquire
who the author may be; nor, indeed, has the said impertinent
public to inquire into the authorship of any
anonymous article which harms nobody, nor means to do
so. I have not sought concealment in this matter, nor
do I wish notoriety. If any one desires the credit of
the communication, such as it is, he or she is quite welcome
to it until I find leisure to prepare for the press a
collection of my Literary Miscellanies under my own
name. I intend to embody in it an enlarged edition of
this essay on the antiquity of champagne mousseux, with
a regular chain of Greek and Latin authorities defending
and proving all my positions. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 56 | Author: | De Forest
John William
1826-1906 | Add | | | Title: | Seacliff, or, The mystery of the Westervelts | | | | Published: | 2001 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | University of Virginia Library, Early American Fiction, 1789-1875 | UVA-LIB-EarlyAmFict1789-1875 | | | | Description: | IT was exactly a year since I had said good-bye to Mr.
and Mrs. Westervelt, and to the two Misses Westervelt,
in Switzerland. “I write this at the earnest request of my daughter,
who is a friend of yours, and who wishes me to interfere
between you and the slanders of a certain young man who is
in the habit of visiting your country-house. My child has
repeated some of these falsehoods to me, while others are
of so shocking a nature that she declares she will never utter
them to a human being. I will not state a single one of the
vile fictions here, because I do not wish to pain you, and also
because your character is so pure that you will never find it
necessary to contradict them. Your friends will do that for
you. But even if the slanders are not worth your notice,
the slanderer ought to be punished. Of course, you will
simply exclude him from your society, without explaining
the reason to him or to any one else. The less said in
such matters, the sooner they are over. His name is Fitz
Hugh. “Dear Grandchild,—Mr. Louis Fitz Hugh has called on
me and requested your hand in marriage. I am pleased
with his statements, as well as his appearance; and, from
what I can learn concerning him, I infer that you have made
a good choice and shown your usual discretion. Your father
having left me to decide concerning the acceptance of Mr.
Fitz Hugh's suit, I take pleasure in saying that I see no
sufficient objection to it, and that I shall be happy to welcome
him into our family. I must inform you, however, that his
income is small, and that, if you marry him, you must make
up your mind to economy. But this will be all the better for
you. I should despise a girl who would draw back from a
marriage on this account. Economy is not only a virtue, but
a talent; and you ought to be proud to show that you are
capable of it. “Dear Sir,—I find that my son has not yet turned out that
rascally Somerville, and dares not do it. I beg and insist
that you take immediate measures to send him adrift, even if
you and the gardener have to kick him off. He is such a
notorious, dirty rogue that his mere presence is enough to
ruin the name of a decent family; and, in addition, I find
that he has set afloat some scandalous stories concerning my
son's wife. Oust him instanter. Break his bones if necessary.
I will pay all damages. My son, by my desire, will
be at Seacliff to-morrow, and will support you with his authority,
whatever that may amount to. “Dear Sir,—I find that my son has not yet turned out that
rascally Somerville, and dares not do it. I beg and insist
that you take immediate measures to send him adrift, even if
you and the gardener have to kick him off. He is such a
notorious, dirty rogue that his mere presence is enough to
ruin the name of a decent family; and, in addition, I find
that he has set afloat some scandalous stories concerning my
son's wife. Oust him instanter. Break his bones if necessary.
I will pay all damages. My son, by my desire, will
be at Seacliff to-morrow, and will support you with his authority,
whatever that may amount to. “Dear Sir,—I find that my son has not yet turned out that
rascally Somerville, and dares not do it. I beg and insist
that you take immediate measures to send him adrift, even if
you and the gardener have to kick him off. He is such a
notorious, dirty rogue that his mere presence is enough to
ruin the name of a decent family; and, in addition, I find
that he has set afloat some scandalous stories concerning my
son's wife. Oust him instanter. Break his bones if necessary.
I will pay all damages. My son, by my desire, will
be at Seacliff to-morrow, and will support you with his authority,
whatever that may amount to. “Dear Sir,—I find that my son has not yet turned out that
rascally Somerville, and dares not do it. I beg and insist
that you take immediate measures to send him adrift, even if
you and the gardener have to kick him off. He is such a
notorious, dirty rogue that his mere presence is enough to
ruin the name of a decent family; and, in addition, I find
that he has set afloat some scandalous stories concerning my
son's wife. Oust him instanter. Break his bones if necessary.
I will pay all damages. My son, by my desire, will
be at Seacliff to-morrow, and will support you with his authority,
whatever that may amount to. “I wish you in the first place to believe that I love you
from the bottom of my heart, and that never, never since our
marriage have I been unfaithful to you in deed or thought.
I declare this to you most solemnly, as if with my dying
breath; and I will repeat it to you at the last great day; and
God knows that it is the truth. Do not, I beg of you, believe
one word that Mr. Somerville may say against my honor as
a wife. I have sins enough to answer for, but not that one. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 57 | Author: | Derby
George Horatio
1823-1861 | Add | | | Title: | The Squibob papers | | | | Published: | 2001 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | University of Virginia Library, Early American Fiction, 1789-1875 | UVA-LIB-EarlyAmFict1789-1875 | | | | Description: | “Dear Sir: — I am requested by a number of
your brother officers, and other gentlemen, to solicit
you to deliver the oration at the celebration
of the approaching Fourth of July, at this post. “Dear Sir: — I have the honor to acknowledge
the receipt of your very polite invitation to
address a number of my brother officers, and other
gentlemen, on the coming glorious anniversary,
at Vancouver. Dear Cate, you know I luv you mor an any
uther Girle in the World, and wat's the Reson
you allways want Me to tell you so. I no you ar
almost gitting tired of waiting for me; I no you luv
me fit to brake your hart. I no we ort to git
marid, but how kin we if we kant — sa! Wat's
the use in thinkin bout it. I thort wen I sold mi
mule that I wud have nough to pay the precher
and by you nice goun. But I tried mi luk at
poker and got strapt the fust nite. Cate, you
never played poker — in korse not. Wel, it's
a confounded mity nice game as long as you kin
sit behind a smorl par; but when you kant get a
par, the pot's gone. I luv you so much, Cate, that
I allmost hav a notion to sel me 1 horse wagin and
buck a nite or 2 at farow; but how kin I — sa!
Mi whol wagin wudent fech more an fore or 5
good staks. ile go back to the mountings an
work and dig and swet and do every thing I kin
to get money to git marid. I ain't any ways gelus,
Cate, but pleze don't hug and kiss and set on
J—n B—s lapp any noor. you know he
ain't worth shaks, he kant drink mor an 3 hornes
'thout gittin tite; I kin stand up under fiftey.
You know I kin lick him 2, and hav dun it and
kin do it agin. But I ain't a bit gelus, I no I out
to marid long ago. leven years is rether long to
kort a gal, but ile hav you yit Cate. Gentlemen, — At a large and respectable meeting
held by your guests this evening, in the bar
room of your exquisite hotel. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 58 | Author: | Harris
George Washington
1814-1869 | Add | | | Title: | Sut Lovingood | | | | 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: | “Hole that ar hoss down tu the yeath.” “He's a
fixin fur the heavings.” “He's a spreadin his tail
feathers tu fly. Look out, Laigs, if you aint ready
tu go up'ards.” “Wo, Shavetail.” “Git a fiddil; he's
tryin a jig.” “Say, Long Laigs, rais'd a power ove
co'm didn't yu?” “Taint co'n, hits redpepper.” I mayn't git the chance tu talk eny tu yu, so
when Wat gits home, an' axes enything 'bout the comb an' calliker, yu
tell him yer mam foun the bundil in the road. She'll back yu up in
that ar statemint, ontil thar's enuf white fros' in hell tu kill snap-beans. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 59 | Author: | Hawthorne
Nathaniel
1804-1864 | Add | | | Title: | The snow-image | | | | 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: | One afternoon of a cold winter's day, when the sun
shone forth with chilly brightness, after a long storm,
two children asked leave of their mother to run out and
play in the new-fallen snow. The elder child was a
little girl, whom, because she was of a tender and
modest disposition, and was thought to be very beautiful,
her parents, and other people who were familiar
with her, used to call Violet. But her brother was
known by the style and title of Peony, on account of
the ruddiness of his broad and round little phiz, which
made everybody think of sunshine and great scarlet
flowers. The father of these two children, a certain
Mr. Lindsey, it is important to say, was an excellent
but exceedingly matter-of-fact sort of man, a dealer in
hardware, and was sturdily accustomed to take what
is called the common-sense view of all matters that
came under his consideration. With a heart about as
tender as other people's, he had a head as hard and
impenetrable, and therefore, perhaps, as empty, as one
of the iron pots which it was a part of his business to
sell. The mother's character, on the other hand, had a
strain of poetry in it, a trait of unworldly beauty, — a
delicate and dewy flower, as it were, that had survived
out of her imaginative youth, and still kept itself alive
amid the dusty realities of matrimony and motherhood. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 60 | Author: | Ingraham
J. H.
(Joseph Holt)
1809-1860 | Add | | | Title: | The sunny South, or, The Southerner at home | | | | 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: | Not that you are very “dear” to me, for I never
saw you in all my life, but then one must begin their
epistles, and as everybody says dear, and don't mean
any thing by it, I say dear too, and don't mean any
thing by it, so don't flatter yourself in the least; for,
if it were the fashion, and the whim hit my fancy, I
should just as likely have written “Bear.” You editors
presume so much, you need to be put down. The bearer is Colonel Peyton, a planter of intelligence
and fortune, who wishes a governess, who will be
charged with the education of his daughter. The position
seems to be a very desirable one, and I would recommend
you to accept it, if he should, after seeing you,
offer it to you. My Dear Sir,—There is probably no purgatory on
earth (for purgatories abound in this world) so effectually
conducive to penitence and repentance as a watering
place. If good cannot come out of evil, nor light out of
darkness, nor laughter out of sorrow, neither can any
thing interesting proceed from a watering place. Nevertheless,
I have to fly to my pen for solace. I have read
till reading is insufferably tiresome—I have walked till
I could walk no longer—I have talked till I am tired
hearing my own voice and the voices of others—I have
jumped the rope till I have blistered the soles of my
feet, and made my hands burn—I have drunk the waters
until I shall never bear to hear water mentioned again—
I have danced under the trees, and looked on in the old
dancing-room, till dancing is worn out—I have yawned
till I have nearly put my jaws out—and I have sat till
I could hardly keep my eyes open, looking at the trees,
the hot walks, the listlessly-wandering-about people, that
look as if they could take laudanum, hang themselves,
or cut their throats, “just as lief do it as not,” if it
were not so impolite and wicked to shock people's nerves
by perpetrating such dreadful things! I have slept till
my eyes won't hold any more sleep, and are swelled and
red like two pink pin-cushions. I have rolled ninepins
till I have nearly broken my arm with the heavy balls;
and it is too hot to sew, to knit, to net, to do any thing
but write! This I can do when all other things fail.
I can write off a headache, write away care, and bury
miserable thoughts in the dark depths of my inkstand.
Therefore, Mr. —, I fly to my escritoire for relief
from the tedium which everywhere surrounds me. The day is past; and as it is our last day at the
Springs, therefore rejoice with me, Mr. —. I am impatient
to be back once more to my dear, familiar room,
with its thousand and one comforts. I want to see my
pet deer, my doves, my squirrel, my flowers, my books,
my own looking-glass, for I don't look like myself
in these at the Springs, which look as if they had been
made while a stiff breeze was rippling across their molter,
surface. To-day we embark for Havana, that city towards
which so many filibustering eyes are at this time directed.
The bustle and hurry of packing and getting our trunks
on board is over, and there are yet three hours to spare,
in which quiet and a pen would be, by contrast with the
turmoil of the hotel, a great luxury. But as I wrote
you only yesterday, I will use my leisure and my pen
for the purpose of writing a letter to my Yankee brother
away by the hills of New Hampshire, those glorious
snow-capped pillars of the clouds upon whose summits
the intellect of Webster has enkindled a blaze that shall
light the remotest posterities. Wrapped in his senatorial
gown, he has laid down to rest among the mighty
dead of the past, himself one of the mightiest of them all. “My dear little Charley:—There is some satisfaction
and pleasure in writing to you, as I know you can't
write in return, and that your little heart will dance with
gladness to get a letter from your sister Kate all in print.
You remember, Charley, I said to you, in my last letter
from that French gentleman's house, Mr. De Clery, that
the blue-birds had built a nest in the piazza. Now I
have a story to tell you about these same birds. Now, Mr. —, I know a letter to a child is not the
wisest piece of composition that ever was penned, but
Charley is a fine little fellow, and may be an editor himself
one of these days; so, if you will be so good as to
print the letter, I will be very much obliged to you,
and send an extra paper containing it to Charley himself.
The signal to embark is now heard, and I must
end. In my last letter I took you, will you nill you, on a
journey to my forest-emburied home. Landing you
safely upon the pier, at the gate which enters the lawn
of live-oaks, that stretches between the house and the
beautiful expanse of water in front, I gave you a warm
and hospitable welcome. The same welcome I will joyfully
extend to any of your friends, who think enough of
me to turn out of the way of the great Father of Waters,
to seek me out amid the heart of this lovely region of the
South. “Dear Wife:—This epistle is written at `Illewalla,'
or `Lover's Lake,' which is the translation of the soft
Indian name. It is the romantic and charming home of
my old correspondent, `Kate, of the Needles.' I cannot,
with my prosaic pen, begin to present to your mind's eye
the peculiar beauty of this retreat. On my way up from
New Orleans to Louisville, I determined to stop and see
my fair friend, in her own home; and having obtained
the direction, I embarked at New Orleans on board the
steamer `Dr. Beattie,' for Thibodeaux. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 61 | Author: | Holland
J. G.
(Josiah Gilbert)
1819-1881 | Add | | | Title: | Sevenoaks | | | | 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: | Everybody has seen Sevenoaks, or a hundred towns so much
like it, in most particulars, that a description of any one of
them would present it to the imagination—a town strung upon
a stream, like beads upon a thread, or charms upon a chain.
Sevenoaks was richer in chain than charms, for its abundant
water-power was only partially used. It plunged, and roared,
and played, and sparkled, because it had not half enough to
do. It leaped down three or four cataracts in passing through
the village; and, as it started from living springs far northward
among the woods and mountains, it never failed in its
supplies. “Mr. Robert Belcher: I have been informed of the
shameful manner in which you treated a member of my family
this morning—Master Harry Benedict. The bullying of a
small boy is not accounted a dignified business for a man in
the city which I learn you have chosen for your home, however
it may be regarded in the little town from which you
came. I do not propose to tolerate such conduct toward any
dependent of mine. I do not ask for your apology, for the
explanation was in my hands before the outrage was committed.
I perfectly understand your relations to the lad, and
trust that the time will come when the law will define them,
so that the public will also understand them. Meantime, you
will consult your own safety by letting him alone, and never
presuming to repeat the scene of this morning. “Dear Sir: I owe an apology to the people of Sevenoaks
for never adequately acknowledging the handsome manner in
which they endeavored to assuage the pangs of parting on the
occasion of my removal. The resolutions passed at their
public meeting are cherished among my choicest treasures, and
the cheers of the people as I rode through their ranks on the
morning of my departure, still ring in my ears more delightfully
than any music I ever heard. Thank them, I pray you,
for me, for their overwhelming friendliness. I now have a
request to make of them, and I make it the more boldly because,
during the past ten years, I have never been approached
by any of them in vain when they have sought my benefactions.
The Continental Petroleum Company is a failure, and
all the stock I hold in it is valueless. Finding that my expenses
in the city are very much greater than in the country,
it has occurred to me that perhaps my friends there would be
willing to make up a purse for my benefit. I assure you that
it would be gratefully received; and I apply to you because,
from long experience, I know that you are accomplished in
the art of begging. Your graceful manner in accepting gifts
from me has given me all the hints I shall need in that respect,
so that the transaction will not be accompanied by any clumsy
details. My butcher's bill will be due in a few days, and dispatch
is desirable. “Your letter of this date received, and contents noted.
Permit me to say in reply: “Dear Benedict:—I am glad to know that you are better.
Since you distrust my pledge that I will give you a reasonable
share of the profits on the use of your patents, I will go to
your house this afternoon, with witnesses, and have an independent
paper prepared, to be signed by myself, after the
assignment is executed, which will give you a definite claim
upon me for royalty. We will be there at four o'clock. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 62 | Author: | Locke
David Ross
1833-1888 | Add | | | Title: | The struggles (social, financial and political) of
Petroleum V. Nasby | | | | 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: | Enclosed find photograff uv myself, ez you desired. To
make a strikin picter, I flung myself into the attitood, and
assoomed the expreshun wich mite hev bin observed onto
my classikle countenance when in the act uv deliverin my
justly celebrated sermon, “The wages uv Sin is Death.” The
$2.00 wich yoo remitted to kiver the cost uv the picter wuz, I
regret to say, insuffishent. The picter cost 75 cents, and it
took $1.50 worth uv Bascom's newest whisky to stiddy my
nerves to the pint uv undergoin the agony uv sittin three
minits in front uv the photograffer. I need not say that he
is a incendiary from Massachoosets. Ez the deceased Elder
Gavitt's son, Issaker, hez expressed a burnin desire to possess
his apparatus, it is probable that public safety will very shortly
require his expulsion. But I hed my revenge — in his pocket
is none uv my postal currency. Sekoorin the picter, I told
him I wood take it home, and ef my intimit friends, those who
knowd me, shood decide it wuz a portrait, I wood call and pay
for it afore he left the Corners. Will I do it? Will this
picter-takin Ablishnist ever more behold me? Ekko ansers.
“To drinks doorin the month uv Janooary at 10 cents per drink,
$30 00.”
“My dear Sir: My confirmashen by the Senit uv the
Yoonited States to the posishen uv Postmaster at the Confederit
× Roads, wich is in the State uv Kentucky, bein somewhat
jeopardized by my operashuns in the politikle field doorin
the past two years, I hev the honor to explain that, notwithstandin
the fact that I wuz a original Demokrat, early in the
war I took up arms for the preservashen uv our beloved
Yoonion. The precise date I cannot give, owin to the demoralized
condishen uv my mind at the time; but that yoo
can assertane for yoorselves. It wuz about two weeks after
the fust draft. That I laid down arms agin ez soon ez the
regiment struck Southern sile will not, when the motives wich
actooated me are known, be allowed to weigh agin me. It hez
bin sed I deserted to the enemy, — so it wuz sed uv John
Champe, but history subsekently vindicated him; he went to
ketch Arnold. I will not stop to reply to my defamers; but
ef it comes out finally that I went for the purpose uv satisfyin
rebels by okular demonstrashun that they hed nothin to hope
for from the Northern Democrats, uv whom I am a average
specimen, what kin my enemies say then? “It's trooly a splendid country! The trade in the skins uv
white bears kin be, if properly developed, made enormous.
There is seals there, and walruses so tame that they come up
uv their own akkord to be ketched. “The climate is about the style uv that they hev in Washinton.
The Gulf Stream sweeps up the coast, causing a decided
twist in the isothermal line, wich hez the effeck uv making it
ruther sultry than otherwise. Anywheres for six hundred
miles back uv the coast strawberries grow in the open air. I
recommend strongly the purchis. “To the President: Notwithstandin the slite difference uv
opinion that may egzist between us on certin minor questions
uv public policy, and despite the unguarded expressions I may
hev indulged in in the heet uv debate, I kin trooly say that I
hev ever cherished the most endoorin faith in the rectitood uv
yoor intenshuns, the honesty uv yoor purpose, and the purity
uv yoor motives. I hev a nephew in my State who desires
the posishen uv Assessor uv Internal Revenoo. He is capable
and honest; and while he hez alluz voted the Republican
ticket, he hez dun it so mildly ez not to be objeckshenable to
those who differ with him. Indeed, last fall he wuz accoosed,
and perhaps justly, uv votin for a candidate for Congress who
wuz a supporter uv yoor policy, wich, tho I do not in all
respecks accept, hez, I must acknowledge, many pints in it to
recommend it to a discriminatin people. I shood esteem his
nominashen a persnal favor. “To the President: I am, ez yoo are aware, known ez a
Radical; but between generous foes there kin be none of that
terrible spirit uv blind hate which characterizes some uv my
associates, who shel be here nameless. I will say, however,
that ef the Senators from Massachoosets, and some others I
cood menshun, wood resine or die, they wood confer a favor
upon the country. I oppose you becoz I differ with yoo, ez
does my State; but that opposishen hez never lessened my
high admirashen uv your patriotism, yoor even temper, or the
many good qualities uv your head and heart, wich shine out so
conspickuous. I hale you ez a worthy successor uv the first
A. J. I hed not intended to mix things persnel to myself in
this friendly triboot, but will do violence to my feelins by
observin that the posishun uv Collector at — is admirably
adapted to a cousin uv mine, whose talence ez a lawyer hez
never bin appreciated by those who know him best. He
agrees with me that impeachment is not to be thot uv, and
that sessions uv Congress, other than reglar ones, is uselis.
Shood yoo be pleased to make the appintment, I shel be proud
to return the favor in any way possible. Ef it woodent be
askin too much, a son uv mine wood be glad to serve his
country ez a Inspector uv Revenoo. Inheritin from me devoshun
to our common country, he burns to devote himself to
her service. *
* The Democracy treated Johnson with contemptuous coolness in his last days.
His failure to divide the Republican party made him of no use to them.
“I hev, ez yoo know, the highest possible regard for yoor
Eggslency, and shel regret exceedingly to see yoo deprived uv
yoor high offis; but, reely you kin scarcely eggspect the
Dimocracy to embarrass themselves by espousin yoor coz.
The fact is, no party hevin a fucher before it kin tie itself to a
ded past. The teemster draws a sigh over a ded mule, but ez
a ded mule can't draw his cart, he naturally turns his eyes onto
them still possest uv vitality. I hope yoo see the pint without
my explainin it. Excuse me for comparin yoo to a ded mule,
but the simile wuz the first that segested itself to me. “Wood a regiment uv Irish raised in this place be uv any
servis? Anser! “Since the disgraceful exhibishen yoor friends made uv
theirselves at the Philadelphia Convenshen, I didn't consider
myself bound to yoo. I, ez yoo know, never took any stock in
half-and-half mixters. My defeet by Thurman hezn't increased
my love for yoo and yoors. I hev no objecshen to yoor holdin
yoor seet to the end uv yoor term, but reely it's a matter uv
but little consekence to me. Shood you pass thro Dayton on
yoor way to Tennessee, I shood be glad to extend the hospitalities
uv my humble house to yoo.” “I feel for yoo; that is, I feel for yoo on general principles.
(Thad Stevens, permit me to say, in parenthesis, hez been
feelin for yoo, and hez at last, I am satisfied, found yoo.) I feel
for yoo ez I do for every man who hez a offis and is obliged to
leeve it. Nevertheless, I can't help you. I wood, but yoo see
we hev all we kin do to help ourselves. Uv course yoo don't
expect the Dimocracy to take any part in the struggle between
yoo and Congriss. Elected ez a Republikin, with Republikins
in yoor Cabinet, the Dimocrisy, while they applaud wat yoo
hev done, can't uv course make yoor quarrel theirs. When yoo
leave Washington for Tennessee can't yoo take Concord in yoor
way? I hev no objecshen to minglin teers with yoo.” “Sir: I return the appintment yoo gave me last month
with loathin and skorn. I survived the Noo Orleans and
Memphis massacres, yoor opposition to the will of Congris,
and all the other damnin inquities uv yoor most damnable
administration, but this last attempt to hist Stanton I can't
endorse. Therefore I bolt. Your successor will, I hope, do
me justis, and likewise the Senit.” “Defy Congriss, and let em impeech yoo. Dare em to do
their dirty d—dest. Ef they shood hist yoo, all the better.
It will be an immense help toward the election uv McClellan.
Think how much yoo kin do for the coz in this way, and stand
firm. Visit Hartford on yoor way to Tennessee.” “Be firm — be firm. The impeachment uv yoorself will
raise sich a storm uv indignashun in the North, and sich sympathy
for Southern Dimokrats, ez to make the nominashun uv
even sich men ez Breckinridge certin. Yoo are, now, uv vast
yoose to the coz! I will meet yoo at Looisville, and accompany
yoo to Tennessee.” The Dimocrisy uv Noo Hampsheer send greetin to Noo
Hampsheer's noblest son, Salmon P. Chase. We forgive and
welcum him. The city is ablaze with enthoosiasm. My old poleece is
now paradin the streets, a cheerin for Chase. Ez I write they
are givin nine cheers and a tiger ez they pass the spot at wich
Dostie wuz shot. Judge Abell desires me to add his congratulashuns. The circle wich hez a interest in the handlin uv ardent
sperits at this place, congratulates the President on his triumph
over his (and our) enemies. Ther confidence in the integrity
uv the Senit wuz not misplaced. They consider the money
they contributed to bring about this result well spent, and will
promptly honor any draft made upon em for means to carry
His Eggslency safe thro the remainin ten articles. Halleloojy! I'll hev my niggers agin! Thank Hevin! My
son Josier is even now findin out ther whereabouts. The
Lord be praised! Hev already subjoogated three uv em.
Selah! Bells is ringin and bonfires is blazin. The Corners congratulates yoo and the President. I commence
work to-morrer on the enlargement uv my distillery,
wich wuz suspended when the impeachment onpleasantnis wuz
begun. All hale! My dear, dear Friend: Absence, it is sed, conkers love,
but that won't work in your case. I had tried to forget yoo,
and hed well nigh succeeded, but in overhaulin some papers
yesterday, I happened to come across some uv yoor notes of
hand for small amounts borrowed uv me at different times, and
I realized to-wunst the force of the old line, —
“Tho lost to site, to memry dear,”
and I bust out into a flood uv tears. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 63 | Author: | Locke
David Ross
1833-1888 | Add | | | Title: | "Swingin round the cirkle" | | | | 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: | NEVER wuz I in so pleasant a frame uv mind as
last night. All wuz peace with me, for after
bein buffeted about the world for three skore years, at
last it seemed to me ez tho forchune, tired uv persekootin
a unforchnit bein, hed taken me into favor.
I hed a solemn promise from the Demekratic State
Central Committy in the great State uv Noo Gersey,
that ez soon ez our candidate for Governor wuz
dooly elected, I shood hev the position uv Dorekeeper
to the House uv the Lord (wich in this State
means the Capital, & wich is certainly better than
dwellin in the tents uv wicked grosery keepers, on
tick, ez I do), and a joodishus exhibition uv this
promise hed prokoored for me unlimited facilities
for borrerin, wich I improved, muchly. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 64 | Author: | Mitchell
Donald Grant
1822-1908 | Add | | | Title: | Seven stories, with basement and attic | | | | 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: | IN an out of the way corner of my library are five
plethoric little note-books of Travel. One of them,
and it is the earliest, is bound in smart red leather, and
has altogether a dapper British air; its paper is firm
and evenly lined, and it came a great many years ago
(I will not say how many) out of a stationer's shop
upon Lord street in Liverpool. A second, in stiff
boards, marbled, and backed with muslin, wears a
soldierly primness in its aspect that always calls to mind
the bugles, and the drums, and the brazen helmets of
Berlin—where, once upon a time, I added it to my
little stock of travelling companions. A third, in limp
morocco, bought under the Hotel de l'Ecu at Geneva,
shows a great deal of the Swiss affection of British
wares, and has borne bravely the hard knapsack service,
and the many stains which belonged to those glorious
mountain tramps that live again whenever I turn
over its sweaty pages. Another is tattered, dingy—the
paper frail, and a half of its cover gone; yet I think it
is a fair specimen of what the Roman stationers could
do, in the days when the Sixteenth Gregory was Pope.
The fifth and last, is coquettish, jaunty—as prim as the
Prussian, limp like the Genevese, and only less solid
than the English: it is all over French; and the fellows
to it may very likely have served a tidy grisette to write
down her tale of finery, or some learned member of the
Institute to record his note-takings in the Imperial
Library. “You must have thought I treated you very
scurvily. Annie thought it best however that I should
not call at your lodgings. We had been privately married
a year before. Though I ought not to say it, the
colonel's return to life was something of a damper to me;
but he knows it all now, and is thoroughly reconciled.
I can show him a rent-roll from my little ventures hereabout,
that is larger than his colonel's pay. We are all
at Clumber Cottage—happy of course. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 65 | Author: | Spofford
Harriet Elizabeth Prescott
1835-1921 | Add | | | Title: | Sir Rohan's ghost | | | | 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: | THERE is a Ghost in all aristocratic families,
and therefore it is not to be presumed that
the great house of Belvidere was destitute. But
though it had dragged on a miserable existence
some three hundred years without one, at last
that distinction was to arrive. Sir Rohan had a
Ghost. Not by any means a common ghost that
appeared at midnight on the striking of a bell,
and trailed its winding-sheet through the upper
halls nearest the roof, but a Ghost that, sleeping
or waking, never left him, a Ghost whose long
hair coiled round and stifled the fair creations
of his dreams, and whose white garments swept
leprously into his sunshine. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 66 | Author: | Moulton
Louise Chandler
1835-1908 | Add | | | Title: | Some women's hearts | | | | 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: | “My Niece Elizabeth, — I believe myself to be
about to die. I cannot tell why this belief has taken
hold of me, but I am sure that I am not long for this
world. And, before I go out of it, I have an act of
restitution to perform. When your father, my dead
and gone brother James, died, if you had received
your due, you would have had six thousand dollars.
But the business was embarrassed at the time, and I
thought that to put so much money out of my hands
just then would ruin me. I took the responsibility,
therefore, of deciding not to do it. I managed, by
means that were not strictly legitimate, to keep the
whole in my own possession. I did not mean ill by
you, either. Your memory will bear me witness that I
dealt by you in every way as by my own children; nor
do I think the interest of your six thousand dollars, in
whatever way invested, could possibly have taken care
of you so well as I did. Still, to have it to use in my
business at that critical time, was worth much more
than the cost of your maintenance to me. So, as I look
at matters, you owe me no thanks for your upbringing,
and I owe you no farther compensation for the use of
your money during those years which you passed in
my house. For the five years since then, I owe you
interest; and I have added to your six thousand dollars
two thousand more, to reimburse you for your loss during
that time. “You were right, and I was wrong. I would not
tempt you to be other than you are, — the purest as the
fairest woman, in my eyes, whom God ever made.
I am running away, because I have not just now the
strength to stay here. You will not see me again for two
weeks. When I come back, I will be able to meet you
as I ought, and to prove myself worthy to be your
friend. “Your child was born the 28th of June. I did not
know of this which was to come when I left the shelter
of your roof, or I should not have gone. The little one
is very ill; and, feeling that she may not live, I think
it right to give you the opportunity of seeing her, if you
wish to, before she dies. Come, if you choose, to No.
50, Rue Jacob, and you will find her. “My Dear Husband, — Andrew, our little boy, is
very ill. The doctor calls it scarlet fever. I thought
that you would wish to see him. Your presence would
be the greatest comfort. “Mr. Thorndike, — I have hesitated long before
writing you this note. I should not venture to do so
now were it not that I am emboldened by the license
accorded to leap-year. To a different man I would not
write it for worlds, but I am sure your character is of
too high a tone for you to pursue a correspondence
merely for amusement or adventure. If you think I
am indelicate in addressing you at all, — if you do not
desire my friendship, you will let the matter drop here,
— you will never reply to me, or bestow a second
thought on one who will, in that case, strive to think
no more of you. But should you really value the
regard of a girl who is fearless enough thus to disobey
the recognized laws of society; honest enough to show
you her heart as it is; good enough, at least, to feel
your goodness in her inmost soul, — then you will
write. Then, perhaps, we shall know each other better,
and the friendship thus unconventionally begun may
brighten both our lives. Remember I trust to your
honor not to answer this letter if you disapprove of my
course in sending it, — if by so doing I have forfeited
your respect. Should you reply, let it be within three
days, and address, | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 68 | Author: | Stowe
Harriet Beecher
1811-1896 | Add | | | Title: | Sam Lawson's Oldtown fireside stories | | | | 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: | COME, Sam, tell us a
story,” said I, as Harry
and I crept to his
knees, in the glow
of the bright evening
firelight; while Aunt
Lois was busily rattling
the tea-things,
and grandmamma, at
the other end of the fireplace, was quietly setting the
heel of a blue-mixed yarn stocking. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 69 | Author: | Taylor
Bayard
1825-1878 | Add | | | Title: | The story of Kennett | | | | 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: | At noon, on the first Saturday of March, 1796, there
was an unusual stir at the old Barton farm-house, just
across the creek to the eastward, as you leave Kennett
Square by the Philadelphia stage-road. Any gathering of
the people at Barton's was a most rare occurrence; yet, on
that day and at that hour, whoever stood upon the porch of
the corner house, in the village, could see horsemen approaching
by all the four roads which there met. Some
five or six had already dismounted at the Unicorn Tavern,
and were refreshing themselves with stout glasses of “Old
Rye,” while their horses, tethered side by side to the pegs
in the long hitching-bar, pawed and stamped impatiently.
An eye familiar with the ways of the neighborhood might
have surmised the nature of the occasion which called so
many together, from the appearance and equipment of
these horses. They were not heavy animals, with the
marks of plough-collars on their broad shoulders, or the
hair worn off their rumps by huge breech-straps; but light
and clean-limbed, one or two of them showing signs of
good blood, and all more carefully groomed than usual. “Sir: Yr respd favour of ye1
1 This form of the article, though in general disuse at the time, was still
frequently employed in epistolary writing, in that part of Pennsylvania.
11th came duly to hand,
and ye proposition wh it contains has been submitted to
Mr. Jones, ye present houlder of ye mortgage. He wishes
me to inform you that he did not anticipate ye payment
before ye first day of April, 1797, wh was ye term agreed
upon at ye payment of ye first note; nevertheless, being
required to accept full and lawful payment, whensoever
tendered, he hath impowered me to receive ye moneys
at yr convenience, providing ye settlement be full and compleat,
as aforesaid, and not merely ye payment of a part or
portion thereof. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 70 | Author: | unknown | Add | | | Title: | Studies in bibliography | | | | Published: | 2007 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | At the opening panel of the 2001 conference of the Society for
Textual Scholarship, some interesting remarks about copy-text
were delivered by John Unsworth, a member of the Modern
Language Association's Committee on Scholarly Editions
(CSE). Unsworth said that he had originally planned to tell his audience
that "the Greg-Bowers theory of editing" or "copy-text theory" had
once enjoyed "hegemony within the CSE," but no longer did, owing to
challenges from outside the Greg-Bowers school, where the focus was on
other "periods, languages, and editorial circumstances." Unsworth submitted
this thesis to Robert H. Hirst, the chair of the CSE at the time,
for his thoughts, and reported receiving the following reply: | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 71 | Author: | Cozzens
Frederic S.
(Frederic Swartwout)
1818-1869 | Add | | | Title: | The Sparrowgrass papers, or, Living in the country | | | | 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: | It is a good thing to live in the country. To
escape from the prison-walls of the metropolis—
the great brickery we call “the city”—and to live
amid blossoms and leaves, in shadow and sunshine,
in moonlight and starlight, in rain, mist, dew,
hoar-frost, and drouth, out in the open campaign,
and under the blue dome that is bounded by the
horizon only. It is a good thing to have a well
with dripping buckets, a porch with honey-buds,
and sweet-bells, a hive embroidered with nimble
bees, a sun-dial mossed over, ivy up to the eaves,
curtains of dimity, a tumbler of fresh flowers in
your bedroom, a rooster on the roof, and a dog
under the piazza. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 72 | Author: | Hawthorne
Nathaniel
1804-1864 | Add | | | Title: | Septimius Felton, or, The elixir of life | | | | 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: | It was a day in early spring; and as that sweet,
genial time of year and atmosphere calls out tender
greenness from the ground, — beautiful flowers, or
leaves that look beautiful because so long unseen
under the snow and decay, — so the pleasant air and
warmth had called out three young people, who sat
on a sunny hillside enjoying the warm day and one
another. For they were all friends: two of them
young men, and playmates from boyhood; the third,
a girl who, two or three years younger than themselves,
had been the object of their boy-love, their
little rustic, childish gallantries, their budding affections;
until, growing all towards manhood and womanhood,
they had ceased to talk about such matters,
perhaps thinking about them the more. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 73 | Author: | Landon
Melville D.
(Melville De Lancey)
1839-1910 | Add | | | Title: | Saratoga in 1901 | | | | 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: | OFF FOR SARATOGA
628EAF. Page 001. In-line Illustration. Images of a steamship, a train, and a couple on horses.
“My dear Mr. Perkins, Congress Hall—
Many of my aristocratic guests are grieved
at the reports which have gained credence
relative to the young gentlemen holding the
young ladies' hands, evenings, on the hotel
balconies. They also say that it is a very
common thing for them to be seen smiling,
and that dancing is not an unknown amusement
among them. I now invite you to
come and investigate for yourself. I assign
for the use of yourself and wife a suite of cheerful front rooms
overlooking the Catholic church and the graveyard, from the
windows of which you will be able to see everything going on in
our hotel. “I notice the paragraph in the
Commercial. It is to be hoped
you will not use names. I am
an old, gray-haired man. I
have lived a life of usefulness,
and have been long honored as
a member of the open Board of
Brokers in New York. If I have been indiscreet in a thoughtless
moment, I beg of you not to ruin everything by using my name
in connection with any developments which you propose to make.
Come and see me. I will remain in my room all day. “As God is my witness, you have been wrongly informed if you
have heard anything detrimental to my character. I have been
a vestryman of Grace Church for fifteen years. I am incapable
of any such actions; besides, I have a devoted wife, and we are
very fond of each other. I gave $25,000 to the Dudley Observatory
and $50,000 to Cornell University, and have been a
subscriber to the Commercial for seventeen years. I am
incapable of such indiscretion. Whatever other church-members
do, I am as pure as a new-born babe. Come and see me or give
us your company at dinner. I am almost always at church or on
the balcony with my wife. I saw one paragraphe en ze journal, ze Commourshal, about
ze grande scandale of which you have accuse me. I write this as a friend of yours. You have been deceived.
Some of our people came down to Congress Hall, and told these
scandalous things out of spite. Baron Flourins has been a little
exclusive. We have kept him entirely in our clique. The rest
are mad because we have not introduced him. He is a dear duck
of a man, as harmless as he is handsome. My dear Son Eli:—Your St. Alban's High Church letter was
read with a great deal of interest here in our home church, but it
made us all feel very bad. We are sorry that you have gone to
the wicked city, where you so soon forget the simple teaching of
the old Church of your childhood, and go headlong into these
false, new-fangled notions about Ritualism. You ask us to board
up the windows of the old church, bar out the sunlight, and burn
flickering tallow candles. You ask us to tear out the old galleries
of the church, to dismiss the girls from the choir, and dress the farm
boys up in night-gowns, as you do in the city. You ask us to do
away with good old Dr. Watts and sing opera songs selected by
the organist of St. Alban's and arranged for the boy singers by
the middle fiddler of a German band. You ask me to tear up
our charts and maps, and decorate the church with blue and gold
“hallelujahs” and gilded crosses. O my son, we cannot do it!
We prefer to go on in the good old way. If God will not save
us because we do not burn candles—if He will not forgive our
sins because we look straight up to Heaven, and confess them
directly to Him, then I fear we must perish. My dear boy, does
not the Bible say: `I said I would confess my sins unto the
Lord, and so THOU forgavest the wickedness of my sin?' Then
do not, I pray you, my son, depend upon any forgiveness of sin
which men may grant. Eli, if you are bad, do not expect any
man to forgive you, but go right straight to your Maker, the way
your mother taught you in your childhood. Suppose you
confess your sins to a priest? My dear Mother:—Your letter has caused me much anxiety.
After sleeping with it under my pillow, I went up yesterday, as
you requested, to the Church of “St. Mary the Virgin,” on West
Forty-fifth street, near Seventh avenue. Since my conversion to
the High Church Ritualistic faith, my dear mother, I have usually
attended Dr. Ewer's church. I love Dr. Ewer. “This is our new
idea. All the girls have
agreed to it. We call it
the honorable dodge, and
we are bound to put
through every flirting fellow
in New York on it.
The idea is—but I'll tell
you how I practiced it
last night and you'll understand
it better. But
you know it is a secret, and of course you are to be trusted. I wish to ask your sympathy and advice on a subject that has
long been weighing on my mind, and that is—flirting. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 74 | Author: | Evans
Augusta J.
(Augusta Jane)
1835-1909 | Add | | | Title: | St. Elmo | | | | 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: | HE stood and measured the earth: and the ever
lasting mountains were scattered, the perpetual
hills did bow.” “Madam: In reply to your very extraordinary request
I have the honor to inform you, that my time is so entirely
consumed by necessary and important claims, that I find no
leisure at my command for the examination of the embryonic
chapter of a contemplated book. I am, madam, “Miss Earl: I return your MS., not because it is devoid
of merit, but from the conviction that were I to accept it,
the day would inevitably come when you would regret its
premature publication. While it contains irrefragable evidence
of extraordinary ability, and abounds in descriptions
of great beauty, your style is characterized by more strength
than polish, and is marred by crudities which a dainty public
would never tolerate. The subject you have undertaken
is beyond your capacity—no woman could successfully handle
it—and the sooner you realize your over-estimate of your
powers, the sooner your aspirations find their proper level,
the sooner you will succeed in your treatment of some theme
better suited to your feminine ability. Burn the inclosed
MS., whose erudition and archaisms would fatally nauseate
the intellectual dyspeptics who read my `Maga,' and write
sketches of home-life—descriptions of places and things that
you understand better than recondite analogies of ethical
creeds and mythologic systems, or the subtle lore of Coptic
priests. Remember that women never write histories nor
epics; never compose oratorios that go sounding down the
centuries; never paint `Last Suppers' and `Judgment Days;'
though now and then one gives to the world a pretty ballad
that sounds sweet and soothing when sung over a cradle,
or another paints a pleasant little genre sketch which will
hang appropriately in some quiet corner, and rest and refresh
eyes that are weary with gazing at the sublime spiritualism
of Fra Bartolomeo, or the gloomy grandeur of Salvator
Rosa. If you have any short articles which you desire
to see in print, you may forward them, and I will select any
for publication, which I think you will not blush to acknowledge
in future years. “My Dear Edna: I could not sleep last night in consequence
of your unfortunate resolution, and I write to beg
you, for my sake if not for your own, to reconsider the matter.
I will gladly pay you the same salary that you expect
to receive as governess, if you will remain as my companion
and assistant at Le Bocage. I can not consent to give
you up; I love you too well, my child, to see you quit my
house. I shall soon be an old woman, and then what would
I do without my little orphan girl? Stay with me always,
and you shall never know what want and toil and hardship
mean. As soon as you are awake, come and kiss me good-morning,
and I shall know that you are my own dear, little
Edna. “Edna: I send for your examination the contents of
the little tomb, which you guarded so faithfully. Read
the letters written before I was betrayed. The locket attached
to a ribbon was always worn over my heart, and
the miniatures which it contains, are those of Agnes Hunt
and Murray Hammond. Read all the record, and then
judge me, as you hope to be judged. I sit alone, amid the
mouldering, blackened ruins of my youth; will you not listen
to the prayer of my heart, and the half-smothered pleadings
of your own, and come to me in my desolation, and help
me to build up a new and noble life? O my darling!
you can make me what you will. While you read and ponder,
I am praying! Aye, praying for the first time in twenty
years! praying that if God ever hears prayer, He will influence
your decision, and bring you to me. Edna, my dar
ling! I wait for you. “To the mercy of God, and the love of Christ, and the
judgment of your own conscience, I commit you. Henceforth
we walk different paths, and after to-night, it is my
wish that we meet no more on earth. Mr. Murray, I can
not lift up your darkened soul; and you would only drag
mine down. For your final salvation, I shall never cease
to pray, till we stand face to face, before the Bar of God. “My Darling: Will you not permit me to see you
before you leave the parsonage? Knowing the peculiar
circumstances that brought you back, I can not take advantage
of them and thrust myself into your presence
without your consent. I have left home to-day, because I
felt assured that, much as you might desire to see `Le
Bocage,' you would never come here while there was a possibility
of meeting me. You, who know something of my
wayward, sinful, impatient character, can perhaps imagine
what I suffer, when I am told that your health is wrecked,
that you are in the next room, and yet, that I must not,
shall not see you—my own Edna! Do you wonder that I
almost grow desperate at the thought that only a wall—a
door—separates me from you, whom I love better than my
life? O my darling! Allow me one more interview!
Do not make my punishment heavier than I can bear. It
is hard—it is bitter enough to know that you can not, or
will not trust me; at least let me see your dear face again.
Grant me one hour—it may be the last we shall ever spend
together in this world. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 81 | Author: | Akutagawa, Ryunosuke | Add | | | Title: | Sogi | | | | Published: | 2003 | | | | Subjects: | Japanese Text Initiative | | | | Description: | 離れで電話をかけて、
皺
(
しわ
)
くちゃになったフロックの
袖
(
そで
)
を気にしながら、玄関へ来ると、
誰
(
だれ
)
もいない。客間をのぞいたら、奥さんが誰だか黒の
紋付
(
もんつき
)
を着た人と話していた。が、そこと書斎との
堺
(
さかい
)
には、さっきまで
柩
(
ひつぎ
)
の後ろに立ててあった、白い
屏風
(
びょうぶ
)
が立っている。どうしたのかと思って、書斎の方へ行くと、入口の所に
和辻
(
わつじ
)
さんや何かが二、三人かたまっていた。中にももちろん大ぜいいる。ちょうど皆が、先生の
死顔
(
しにがお
)
に、最後の別れを惜んでいる時だったのである。 | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 93 | Author: | Anonymous | Add | | | Title: | Sumiyoshi monogatari | | | | Published: | 2004 | | | | Subjects: | Japanese Text Initiative | | | | Description: | むかし中納言にて左衞門督かけたる人侍けりうへ二人をかけてそかよひ給ける一人は時めく諸大夫のむすめそのはらに女君二人いてき給へりいまひとりはふるきみやはらの御むすめにておはしけるかいかなるすくせにてこの中納言よな／＼かよひ給ける程にやかて人めもつゝます成てすみわたり給けるかひかる程の女君いてき給けるおもひのまゝなれはおほしかしつき給ことかきりなし姫君日かすふるまゝにおひ出給へりとし月かさなりて八はかりになり給ひけるとしはゝ宮れいならすなやみ給けるか日をへておもくのみなりまさり給けれは中納言に聞え給けるやうはわれはかなくなりなはこのおさなきものゝためうしろめたうなん侍へきわれなからんあとなりともなみ／＼ならんふるまひせさせ給ふないかにも／＼みかとにたてまつらせ給へことむすめたちにおほしおとすなとなく／＼聞え給へは中納言もうちなき給て我もおなしおやなれはおとりてやなとかたらひつゝあかしくらす程に世の哀にはかなくつねなき所なれはなさけなくむかしかたりになりはてにけり中納言おなし道にとかなしみ給ひなからのち／＼のわさもさるへきやうにして四十九日もほとなうはてぬれはもとの北のかたへわたり給にけりひめ君おさなき御心ちにことのはにつけてこ宮の御事をおほしつゝかなしみ給ひてけるに中納言さへわたり給ひぬれはいとゝつれ／＼かきりなくふたはのこはき露おもけなりけれは御めのととかくなくさめてそ過し侍ける中納言ともすれはみきこえにわたりてかへり給へはなをしの袖をひかへてゆくゑもしらぬ程なれは涙をなかしつゝしたひまほしきけしきを御覧するにつけてもはかなくなりにし人の俤ふと思ひ出るにもむねうちさはきをそふる袖もあやしくていとゝ心くるしくこそ侍らんなとかたらはせ給ひてこしらへをき我にもあらぬ心ちにてかへらせ給にけり帰り給ひても姫君のおほしなけきつる俤のみ心にかゝりてことむすめたち一所に住せまほしくおほしなから今もむかしもまことならぬおやこの中なれはとてめのとのもとにすませ聞え給へり日かすふるまゝにひかりさしそふ心ちしてみえ給ひけれはめのと哀此御けしきをこ宮に御覧せはいかはかりおほしかしつき給はんなといひて御くしをかきなてなくより外の事なかりけり十あまりにも成給ひけれはめのと中納言に申けるはおさなくおはしますほとこそとてもかくても侍れこの一とせ二とせになりていかにならせ給ふる年月心もとなくなんかなしくこ宮のおほせ候し御宮つかへいかにと聞えけれは中納言うれしくも心にかけぬる事よわれもわするゝ時なけれともおもふにかなはぬことのみにてこそは過行侍れさりなからむかへて見聞えんとて正月の十日とさためてかへり給ぬ漸その日にも成ぬれはむかへ奉り給たれは今二人の御むすめたちとうちかたらひておはしますをみていとうれしきことにそめやすくおほしける中の君三の君はとり／＼にいとにほひやかになへてのにはあらぬ御けしきなれとひめきみは今一しほ匂ひくはゝりてひかるなとはこれを申にやとそ見え給けるこのひめきみの御めのと子に侍従と聞ゆる侍けり年はひめ君に今二はかりのまさりにてすかたありさまありつかはしくものなといひ出したるさまもいとあらまほしくそ見え侍けるこれそ姫きみにつきそひてたかひにかた時もたちはなれんも物うくおもひてそあかしくらし給ける中納言にしのたいしつらひてすませ侍らんとてそのいとなみにてそ侍けるまゝ母心のうちにはいかゝおもひけん人聞には聞ゆるやうまことにはゝ宮にをくれ給てのちむかへ奉らまほしう侍つれともけふ／＼とのみおもひてすくしつるにわかき人々あまたおはするたかひにつれ／＼なくさめていとうれしき事にこそいかにをさなき心ちにそのむかしこひしくおほし出らんあなあはれやと聞ゆれはめのとまことにとし比あやしきところにうつもれておはせしにはていかゝなとかきくもりかなしく侍しにこれを見奉れはよろつはれぬる心ちしてよみちやすくこそなといひつゝけてうちなき侍けりむかひはらなれは中の君にはひやうゑのすけなる人あはせてけり西のたいにすみ給へは中のきみ三のきみむつれあそひたかひにむつましく思ひて明しくらし給けりこ宮のおほせられし御宮つかへのこといかにと御めのとわするゝ時なくおとろかし侍けれは中納言われもおこたる時なけれともきたのかたに聞えあはせんにわか子ならねは心にいそかんこともかたけれはいひもいてすとて思ひわつらひ給けりかくて月日かさなりゆくほとに右大臣なる人の御子に四位の少将とて世にすくれたる人侍けるいかにもおもふさまなる人もかなとあさゆふは御心もそらにあくかれて物かなしきに右大臣のはした物にそらさへといふ物のおとこにてありける下つかへになりてちくせんと聞ゆるなん中納言の宮の世まてはとのもの大夫といふものをおとこにて侍けれはあさゆふにこのひめ君をは見聞けりちくせん右大臣の家のきたのかたにて人のよしわろき事かたるつゐてに中納言の宮はらの姫君こそをさなおひめてたくふたはのこはきをみる心ちせしかいかにおひ出給たらんこはゝ宮のうせ給てのちは四五年は見侍らすといふを少将たち聞給ていとうれしきことを聞つる物かなとおほしてわかさうしにちくせんをよひて見るらんやうにさもとある人あまたあれとも物うくのみしてすくす中納言の宮はらの姫君はみしかとたつね給ひけれはちくせんおとこにて侍しものこはゝ宮に侍しかはよくみ奉りて侍し世にうつくしくさふらふ中納言とのは宮つかへをとの給へともうちかなはておほしなけくとそうけたまはるといへはその人の事いひよりてふみなとつたへてんやとの給へはかなはんことはしらす御ふみをもて参りてこそは見侍らめと聞ゆれはよろこひて十月はかりにもみちかさねのうすやうに | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 95 | Author: | Matsuo, Basho | Add | | | Title: | Sarashina nikki | | | | Published: | 2006 | | | | Subjects: | Japanese Text Initiative | | | | Description: | 更科の里、姥捨山の月見んこと、しきりにすすむる秋風の心に吹きさわぎて、ともに風雲の情をくるはすもの、またひとり、越人といふ。木曽路は山深く道さがしく、旅寝の力も心もとなしと、荷兮子が奴僕をして送らす。おのおのこころざし尽すといへども、駅旅のこと心得ぬさまにて、共におぼつかなく、ものごとのしどろにあとさきなるも、なかなかにをかしきことのみ多し。 | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 101 | Author: | Izumi, Kyoka | Add | | | Title: | Shosui fukaku seiro harukeki zushi yori | | | | Published: | 2003 | | | | Subjects: | Japanese Text Initiative | | | | Description: |
櫻山
（
さくらやま
）
に
夏鶯
（
なつうぐひす
）
音
（
ね
）
を
入
（
い
）
れつゝ、
岩殿寺
（
いはとのでら
）
の
青葉
（
あをば
）
に
目白
（
めじろ
）
鳴
（
な
）
く。なつかしや
御堂
（
みだう
）
の
松翠
（
しようすゐ
）
愈々
（
いよ／＼
）
深
（
ふか
）
く、
鳴鶴
（
なきつる
）
ヶ
崎
（
さき
）
の
浪
（
なみ
）
蒼
（
あを
）
くして、
新宿
（
しんじゆく
）
の
濱
（
はま
）
、
羅
（
うすもの
）
の
雪
（
ゆき
）
を
敷
（
し
）
く。そよ／＼と
風
（
かぜ
）
の
渡
（
わた
）
る
處
（
ところ
）
、
日盛
（
ひざか
）
りも
蛙
（
かはづ
）
の
聲
（
こゑ
）
高
（
たか
）
らかなり。
夕涼
（
ゆふすゞ
）
みには
脚
（
あし
）
の
赤
（
あか
）
き
蟹
（
かに
）
も
出
（
い
）
で、
目
（
め
）
の
光
（
ひか
）
る
鮹
（
たこ
）
も
顯
（
あらは
）
る。
撫子
（
なでしこ
）
はまだ
早
（
はや
）
し。
山百合
（
やまゆり
）
は
香
（
か
）
を
留
（
と
）
めつ。
月見草
（
つきみさう
）
は
露
（
つゆ
）
ながら
多
（
おほ
）
くは
別莊
（
べつさう
）
に
圍
（
かこ
）
はれたり。
野
（
の
）
の
花
（
はな
）
は
少
（
すくな
）
けれど、よし
蘆垣
（
あしがき
）
の
垣間見
（
かいまみ
）
を
咎
（
とが
）
むるもののなきが
嬉
（
うれ
）
し。 | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 102 | Author: | Izumi, Kyoka | Add | | | Title: | Sunjo fudoki | | | | Published: | 2003 | | | | Subjects: | Japanese Text Initiative | | | | Description: |
金澤
（
かなざは
）
の
正月
（
しやうぐわつ
）
は、お
買初
（
かひぞ
）
め、お
買初
（
かひぞ
）
めの
景氣
（
けいき
）
の
好
（
い
）
い
聲
（
こゑ
）
にてはじまる。
初買
（
はつがひ
）
なり。
二日
（
ふつか
）
の
夜中
（
よなか
）
より
出
（
いで
）
立
（
た
）
つ。
元日
（
ぐわんじつ
）
は
何
（
なん
）
の
商賣
（
しやうばい
）
も
皆
（
みな
）
休
（
やす
）
む。
初買
（
はつがひ
）
の
時
（
とき
）
、
競
（
きそ
）
つて
紅鯛
（
べにだひ
）
とて
縁起
（
えんぎ
）
ものを
買
（
か
）
ふ。
笹
（
さゝ
）
の
葉
（
は
）
に、
大判
（
おほばん
）
、
小判
（
こばん
）
、
打出
（
うちで
）
の
小槌
（
こづち
）
、
寶珠
（
はうしゆ
）
など、
就中
（
なかんづく
）
、
緋
（
ひ
）
に
染色
（
そめいろ
）
の
大鯛
（
おほだひ
）
小鯛
（
こだひ
）
を
結
（
ゆひ
）
付
（
つ
）
くるによつて
名
（
な
）
あり。お
酉樣
（
とりさま
）
の
熊手
（
くまで
）
、
初卯
（
はつう
）
の
繭玉
（
まゆだま
）
の
意氣
（
いき
）
なり。
北國
（
ほくこく
）
ゆゑ
正月
（
しやうぐわつ
）
はいつも
雪
（
ゆき
）
なり。
雪
（
ゆき
）
の
中
（
なか
）
を
此
（
こ
）
の
紅鯛
（
べにだひ
）
綺麗
（
きれい
）
なり。
此
（
こ
）
のお
買初
（
かひぞ
）
めの、
雪
（
ゆき
）
の
眞夜中
（
まよなか
）
、うつくしき
灯
（
ひ
）
に、
新版
（
しんぱん
）
の
繪草紙
（
ゑざうし
）
を
母
（
はゝ
）
に
買
（
か
）
つてもらひし
嬉
（
うれ
）
しさ、
忘
（
わす
）
れ
難
（
がた
）
し。 | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 107 | Author: | Mori, Ogai | Add | | | Title: | Seinen | | | | Published: | 2003 | | | | Subjects: | Japanese Text Initiative | | | | Description: | 小泉純一は
芝日蔭町
(
しばひかげちょう
)
の宿屋を出て、東京方眼図を片手に人にうるさく問うて、新橋
停留場
(
ていりゅうば
)
から上野行の電車に乗った。目まぐろしい
須田町
(
すだちょう
)
の乗換も無事に済んだ。さて本郷三丁目で電車を降りて、
追分
(
おいわけ
)
から高等学校に附いて右に曲がって、
根津権現
(
ねづごんげん
)
の表坂上にある
袖浦館
(
そでうらかん
)
という下宿屋の前に到着したのは、十月二十何日かの午前八時であった。 | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 113 | Author: | Natsume, Soseki | Add | | | Title: | Sanshiro | | | | Published: | 2003 | | | | Subjects: | Japanese Text Initiative | | | | Description: | うとうととして目がさめると女はいつのまにか、隣のじいさんと話を始めている。このじいさんはたしかに前の前の駅から乗ったいなか者である。発車まぎわに
頓狂
(
とんきょう
)
な声を出して駆け込んで来て、いきなり
肌
(
はだ
)
をぬいだと思ったら背中にお
灸
(
きゅう
)
のあとがいっぱいあったので、
三四郎
(
さんしろう
)
の記憶に残っている。じいさんが汗をふいて、肌を入れて、女の隣に腰をかけたまでよく注意して見ていたくらいである。 | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 118 | Author: | Yokomitsu, Riichi | Add | | | Title: | Shinba | | | | Published: | 2003 | | | | Subjects: | Japanese Text Initiative | | | | Description: | 豆台の上へ延ばしてゐた彼の鼻頭へ、廂から流れた陽の光りが落ちてゐた。鬣が彼の鈍つた茶色の眼の上へ垂れ下ると、彼は首をもたげて振つた。そして又食つた。 | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 120 | Author: | Yosano, Akiko | Add | | | Title: | Sanmen ittai no seikatsu e | | | | Published: | 2003 | | | | Subjects: | Japanese Text Initiative | | | | Description: | 私たちは個人として、国民として、世界人としてという三つの面を持ちながら、それが一体であるという生活を意識的に実現したい。誰も無意識的には、また偶然的にはこの三面一体の生活の中に出つ入りつしているのですが、それを明らかに意識すると共に、出来るだけ完全にその三面が一体である生活を築いて行きたいと思うのです。 | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 121 | Author: | Yosano, Akiko | Add | | | Title: | Senkyo ni taisuru fujin no kibo | | | | Published: | 2003 | | | | Subjects: | Japanese Text Initiative | | | | Description: | 私は少しばかり政治について所感を述べようと思います。私たち婦人は憲法の上でこそ男子と同等の権利を持った個人ですが、専ら男子に由って作られた法律の上では憲法と矛盾して、不合理にも、単に女性であるからという理由だけで私たちの生存に必要ないろいろの権利を制限されております。以前のように依頼主義と屈従主義とに甘んじていた婦人と
異
（
ちが
）
い、個人としての自己の欲望の尊厳と、自己の能力の無限とを信ずる今日の婦人にあっては、次第に男女間の権利の
偏頗
（
へんぱ
）
が苦痛の種となります。 | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 122 | Author: | Yosano, Akiko | Add | | | Title: | Shin fujin kyokai no seigan undo | | | | Published: | 2003 | | | | Subjects: | Japanese Text Initiative | | | | Description: | 去年の十一月に大阪朝日新聞社が主催となって関西婦人連合大会を大阪に開いたことは、多数の保守的な婦人団体を現代的に覚醒させるために、確かに一つの好い刺激になったと思います。我国の婦人とても、天賦的に
引込思案
（
ひっこみじあん
）
な者ではなく、男子専権の社会に圧迫されて、自主的に行動する意気を
麻痺
（
まひ
）
し、もしくはわざと遠慮気兼をして、万事に控目な依頼主義を取っているに過ぎないのですから、社会の有力な代表者である新聞社などがそういう風に保障と激励とを寄せられるならば、それに引出されて我国の婦人も必ず大に動き初めるに違いありません。現に大阪朝日新聞社に由って連合大会が催されて以来、関西の各地において婦人の新運動が続々と起りつつあるのを見受けます。名古屋市の教養婦人会が婦人の文化講座を開いたことなどもその一例です。 | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 123 | Author: | Yosano, Akiko | Add | | | Title: | Shokuryo sodo ni tsuite | | | | Published: | 2003 | | | | Subjects: | Japanese Text Initiative | | | | Description: | このたびの三府一道三十余県という広汎な範囲にわたって爆発した民衆の食糧騒動は
天明
（
てんめい
）
や
天保
（
てんぽう
）
年間の飢饉時代に起ったそれよりは劇烈を極めて、大正の歴史に意外の汚点を
留
（
とど
）
めるに到りました。私はこれについて浮んだいろいろの感想の一部を順序もなく書きます。 | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 124 | Author: | Yosano, Akiko | Add | | | Title: | Shokuryo sodo ni tsuite | | | | Published: | 2003 | | | | Subjects: | Japanese Text Initiative | | | | Description: | 或会社の技師をしている工学士某氏の妻が自分に対する
苛酷
(
かこく
)
を極めた処置に堪えかねて姑を刺したという
故殺
(
こさつ
)
未遂犯が近頃公判に附せられたので、その事件の真相が諸新聞に現れた。嫁が姑を
刃傷
(
にんじょう
)
したということは
稀有
(
けう
)
な事件である。無教育な階級の婦人間においてさえ類例を見出しがたいことであるのに、工学士の妻として多少の教育もあり、女優として立とうと決心していたほど新代の芸術に対する
渇仰
(
かつごう
)
もある婦人が、こういう惨事を引起すに至ったについては何か特別な理由がなくてはならない。私は諸新聞の態度が初めから一概に被告を憎んで掛らずに、
力
(
つと
)
めて細かに事件の真実を伝えようとし、その結果『東京朝日』記者のように特に被告に対して同情のある報道をされたことを、被告と同じ女性の一人として感謝する者である。 | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 125 | Author: | Yosano, Akiko | Add | | | Title: | Sumiyoshimatsuri | | | | Published: | 2003 | | | | Subjects: | Japanese Text Initiative | | | | Description: | 海辺の方ではもう
地車
（
だんじり
）
の太鼓が鳴つて居る。
横町
（
よこちやう
）
を通る人の足音が常の十倍程もする。子供の声、
甲高
（
かんだか
）
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| 129 | Author: | Mill, John Stuart | Add | | | Title: | The Subjection of Women / by John Stuart Mill | | | | Published: | 2001 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | The object of this Essay is to explain as clearly as I am able grounds
of an opinion which I have held from the very earliest period when I had
formed any opinions at all on social political matters, and which, instead
of being weakened or modified, has been constantly growing stronger by the
progress reflection and the experience of life. That the principle which
regulates the existing social relations between the two sexes -- the legal
subordination of one sex to the other -- is wrong itself, and now one of
the chief hindrances to human improvement; and that it ought to be replaced
by a principle of perfect equality, admitting no power or privilege on the
one side, nor disability on the other. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 139 | Author: | | Add | | | Title: | Studies in Bibliography, Volume 10 (1957) | | | | Published: | 1997 | | | | Subjects: | | Studies in Bibliography | | | | Description: | A CHECK list of the previous year's bibliographical scholarship will hereafter become a regular department in Studies in Bibliography. The present list is experimental: overlooked items will be cumulated in the 1950 compilation. The editor would appreciate copies of off-prints or collected publications containing material for listing, although reviews cannot be undertaken. Interested persons are invited to send references to books or articles which should appear here. This annual listing does not propose to treat the large number of enumerative catalogues which acquaint scholars with secondary publications in their field or assist libraries in the performance of their duties. Instead, the single attempt is made to bring together a selective account of primary investigations dealing with printing and publishing history, and bibliographical treatment of authors and their books, together with such critical or textual studies as are based on
bibliographical evidence or the interpretation of basic documents. The claims of history have not been entirely excluded under these conditions; but in general the emphasis in Part II is placed on English and American literature. In Part I some few works on manuscripts are noted, but no attempt has been made to collect this material comprehensively. The compilers gratefully acknowledge a number of items suggested by Mr. Rollo Silver and Mr. John Wyllie. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 149 | Author: | | Add | | | Title: | Studies in Bibliography, Volume 20 (1967) | | | | Published: | 1997 | | | | Subjects: | | Studies in Bibliography | | | | Description: | It seems hard to believe that twenty years have gone by since a group
of dedicated individuals banded together to form the the Bibliographical
Society of the University of Virginia. It is equally hard to believe, though
we have tangible and most impressive evidence to attest it, that this is the
twentieth volume of Studies in Bibliography. It is not unusual
to be misled by the passage of time, but in this case the illusion has been
fostered by the fact that Studies sprang into being full-grown
and fully armed, like Minerva from the head of Jupiter, whose thunderbolts
she wielded from time to time. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 177 | Author: | | Add | | | Title: | Studies in Bibliography, Volume 48 (1995) | | | | Published: | 1997 | | | | Subjects: | | Studies in Bibliography | | | | Description: | Most of this volume consists of essays designed to honor J. D.
Fleeman on the completion of his life's principal endeavour,
a comprehensive bibliography of Samuel Johnson. Galvanized
by two of David's ardent admirers, Professor Daisuke
Nagashima and Professor Howard D. Weinbrot, we as co-editors
found ourselves casting a net from—if not China to
Peru—then Oxford to Otago. That the field of potential
contributors proved so diverse and so distinguished is one
measure of David's achievement. Throughout his career, he
devoted himself selflessly to the work of others; indeed,
several of the articles included in this volume bear his
direct imprint. All exemplify one of his most cherished
ideals—that of scholarly community. For David, no
pains were excessive when it came to teaching, learning, and
collaborating. As a consequence, the epigraph to this
collection might well be taken (with the change of a single
pronoun) from King Alfred's preface to his version of
Gregory's Cura Pastoralis: "Her mon
maeg giet gesion hiora swaeth." | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 185 | Author: | unknown | Add | | | Title: | Studies in bibliography, Volume 56 (2003-2004) | | | | Published: | 2007 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | Studies in Bibliography | | | | Description: | At the opening panel of the 2001 conference of the Society for
Textual Scholarship, some interesting remarks about copy-text
were delivered by John Unsworth, a member of the Modern
Language Association's Committee on Scholarly Editions
(CSE). Unsworth said that he had originally planned to tell his audience
that "the Greg-Bowers theory of editing" or "copy-text theory" had
once enjoyed "hegemony within the CSE," but no longer did, owing to
challenges from outside the Greg-Bowers school, where the focus was on
other "periods, languages, and editorial circumstances." Unsworth submitted
this thesis to Robert H. Hirst, the chair of the CSE at the time,
for his thoughts, and reported receiving the following reply: | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 186 | Author: | Edited by DAVID L. VANDER MEULEN | Add | | | Title: | Studies in Bibliography, Volume 57 (2005-2006) | | | | Published: | 2014 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | Studies in Bibliography | | | | Description: | Textual criticism—the study of the relationships
among
variant texts of works—has primarily been associated, throughout
its long history extending back to antiquity, with verbal works as transmitted
on tangible objects such as parchment and paper. But all works, whether
constructed of words or not, have had histories that—if fully
told—would reveal stages of growth and change, reflecting not only their
creators' intentions but also the ef- fects of their passage to the public and
through time. All works, in other words, have textual histories. Whether or not
one chooses in every case to use the word "text" to refer to the arrangement of
elements that make up a work is irrelevant; the point is that the issues and
problems dealt with in the textual criticism of verbal works have their
counterparts in the study of all other works. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 187 | Author: | Edited by DAVID L. VANDER MEULEN | Add | | | Title: | Studies in Bibliography, Volume 58 (2007/2008) | | | | Published: | 2014 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | Studies in Bibliography | | | | Description: | "The things which the textual critic has to talk about
are not things which present themselves clearly and sharply to the
mind.… Mistakes are therefore made which could not be made if the matter
under discussion were any corpo- real object, having qualities perceptible to
the senses." This remark, made nearly ninety years ago by A. E. Housman in his
well-known address "The Application of Thought to Textual Criticism," suggests
the crux of many recent editorial discussions, in which some of editing's most
basic humanistic assumptions have been challenged with arguments influenced
by the movement sometimes called "postmodern" literary theory.1
1.
Housman's address to the Classical Association was made at Cambridge on 4
August 1921, and printed in the proceedings of the Association the
following year. The quotation is taken from the text as reprinted in
Housman, Selected Prose, ed. John Carter (Cambridge:
Cam- bridge Univ. Press, 1961), p. 136.
Many of the challengers are themselves editors, and were motivated at
least in part by a sense that textual criticism was both technically
overdeveloped as a field and falsely estranged from literary criticism. An
expressed inter- est in drawing textual and literary criticism nearer to one
another (as if they were not already interpenetrated dimensions of the same
discipline) was thus a prominent feature of many of the discussions. A second
inter- est, also of an integrating character, was in surmounting the perceived
national or linguistic isolation of Anglo-American editorial scholarship
through an engagement with editorial traditions of other countries, espe-
cially Germany and France. Movements to open intellectual horizons in this age
of overly determined specialization are to be welcomed, and this one has had
its benefits, as readers of Scholarly Editing: A Guide to
Research
can attest.2
2.
New York: Modern Language Association, 1995.
Many of the two dozen scholars whom David Greetham as- sembled for this
unusual project exhibited a felt sense of responsibility in their
contributions, which taken together provide Anglophone students with a useful
history of textual criticism across several periods of time and many
languages. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 188 | Author: | Edited by DAVID L. VANDER MEULEN | Add | | | Title: | Studies in Bibliography, Volume 59 (2015) | | | | Published: | 2015 | | | | Subjects: | Studies in Bibliography | | | | Description: | In the weeks preceding and following my seventy-fifth
birthday in January 2009, I wrote a memoir in the form of a tour guide to my
living room, with descriptions of the objects it contains and the
associations they have for me. I am delighted that the Council of the
Bibliographical Society of the University of Virginia has agreed to publish this memoir in due course, along
with some of my other autobiographical essays and pieces on book collecting,
as a separate volume. I am also pleased that the editor of Studies in
Bibliography, who has long shown an interest in biographical
studies of bibliographers, wishes to print a few excerpts from the memoir
here. I have selected eleven sections out of forty-five—those
numbered 1, 5, 7–10, 13, 17, 18, 22, and 36, which are some of the
ones most directly related to the world of books and bibliography. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 219 | Author: | Washington
Booker T.
1856-1915 | Add | | | Title: | The Story of the Negro | | | | Published: | 2003 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Modern English collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | To all and every our right worshipful and loving Brethren, we,
Thomas Howard, Earl of Effingham, Lord Howard, etc., etc.,
acting Grand Master under the authority of His Royal Highness,
Henry Frederick, Duke of Cumberland, etc., etc., Grand Master
of the Most Ancient and Honourable Society of Free and Accepted
Masons, send greeting: | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 283 | Author: | Washington
Booker T.
1856-1915 | Add | | | Title: | The Story of the Negro | | | | Published: | 2003 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Modern English collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | RAN away, on the 6th of July last, from the subscriber, living in Bond's
forest, within eight miles of Joppa, in Baltimore County, an Irish
Servant Man, named Owen M'Carty, about 45 years old, 5 feet 8 inches
high, of a swarthy complexion, has long black hair, which is growing a
little grey, and a remarkable scar under the right eye. He had on and
took with him when he went away, a short brown coat, made of country
manufactured cloth, lined with red flannel, with metal buttons, oznabrigs
trowsers patched on both knees, a white shirt, an old pair of shoes, and an
old felt hat. He was a soldier in some part of America about the time of
Braddock's defeat, and can give a good description of the country. Whoever
takes up the said Servant and brings him to Alexander Cowan, or
John Clayton, Merchants, in Joppa, or to the subscriber, if he is taken in
the County, shall receive FIVE POUNDS, and if out of the County, the above-mentioned
TEN POUNDS, as a reward and consideration for his trouble
and expense. Barnard Reilly. Miss Varina: I have watched with deep interest and solicitude
the illness of Mr. Davis at Brierfield, his trip down on the steamer
Leathers, and your meeting and returning with him to the residence
of Mr. Payne, in New Orleans; and I had hoped with good
nursing and superior medical skill, together with his great willpower
to sustain him, he will recover. But, alas! for human endeavour,
an over-ruling Providence has willed it otherwise. I
appreciate your great loss, and my heart goes out to you in this
hour of your deepest affliction. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 322 | Author: | Deloney
Thomas
1543?-1600 | Add | | | Title: | Strange Histories, or, Songes and Sonets, of Kings, Princes, Dukes, Lordes, Ladyes, Knights, and Gentlemen | | | | Published: | 1994 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | Chadwyck-Healey, English Poetry | CH-EnglPoetry | | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 865 | Author: | Phillips
Stephen
1868-1915 | Add | | | Title: | The Sin of David | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | Chadwyck-Healey, English Verse Drama | CH-EnglVerseDrama | | | | Description: | “I, Sir Hubert Lisle, being appointed by the
Parliament to the command of their levies in
the Fenland, where, as I hear, there is much
need of enkindling, do propose, by your leave,
to make Rushland House my headquarters. I
know that your zeal will not refuse me this if it
be any way possible; but I pray you excuse me
to your lady for so sudden demand on her
kindness. I follow hard on this letter, and am
minded to stir up such a fire in this region as
shall not easily be put out. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 913 | Author: | Crane review: Anonymous | Add | | | Title: | Stephen Crane : author of The black riders and other lines | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | You will look in vain through the pages of the Trade
Circular for any record of a story of New York life entitled
Maggie: A Girl of the Streets, which was published three or
four years ago in this city. At the moment of going to press the
timorous publishers withdrew their imprint from the book, which was
sold, in paper covers, for fifty cents. There seems to be
considerable difficulty now in securing copies, but the fact that
there is no publisher's name to the book, and that the author
appears under the nom de plume of "Johnston Smith," may have
something to do with its apparent disappearance. The copy which
came into the writer's possession was addressed to the Rev. Thomas
Dixon a few months ago, before the author went West on a
journalistic trip to Nebraska, and has these words written across
the cover: "It is inevitable that this book will greatly shock you,
but continue, pray, with great courage to the end, for it tries to
show that environment is a tremendous thing in this world, and
often shapes lives regardlessly. If one could prove that theory,
one would make room in Heaven for all sorts of souls (notably an
occasional street girl) who are not confidently expected to be
there by many excellent people." The author of this story and the
writer of these words is Stephen Crane, whose "Lines" (he does not
call them poems) have just been published by Copeland and Day, and
are certain to make a sensation. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 916 | Author: | Crane review: Anonymous | Add | | | Title: | Stephen Crane: A "Wonderful Boy." | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | THE death of Mr. Stephen Crane, while yet barely thirty, is widely
regarded as a serious loss to American literature, one which it can
ill afford. Mr. Crane, who had for some time past resided in
Surrey, England, had been critically ill for some months previous
to his death and had lately been taken to Baden to obtain the
benefit of the waters. His best known works are: "Maggie: A Girl
of the Streets"; "The Red Badge of Courage"; "The Little
Regiment"'; "The Black Riders"; "War Is Kind"; "The Open Boat";
"The Third Violet"; "George's Mother"; and "Active Service."
The Late Stephen Crane.
Newspaper photo. Portrait of Stephen Crane.
Photographer unknown.
In three somewhat widely separated lines of fiction—stories of
slum-life (especially of the demi-monde), war stories, and tales about
boy-life—Mr. Crane attained notable success. By many critics it
is doubted whether any one has ever got nearer the spirit of the
boy of today than has Stephen Crane in these latter tales, altho'
his fame has been founded more upon his stories of low-life and of
war. Whether his fame would ever have reached a higher level is
open to doubt, and perhaps critical opinion largely leans to the
judgment that his artistic attainment would never have been able to
go beyond the extremely clever but impressionistic word-painting of
the work already produced by him. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 924 | Author: | Burnett, Frances Hodgson | Add | | | Title: | The Secret Garden | | | | Published: | 2000 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | When Mary Lennox was sent to Misselthwaite Manor
to live with her uncle everybody said she was the most
disagreeable-looking child ever seen. It was true, too.
She had a little thin face and a little thin body,
thin light hair and a sour expression. Her hair was yellow,
and her face was yellow because she had been born in
India and had always been ill in one way or another.
Her father had held a position under the English
Government and had always been busy and ill himself,
and her mother had been a great beauty who cared only
to go to parties and amuse herself with gay people.
She had not wanted a little girl at all, and when Mary
was born she handed her over to the care of an Ayah,
who was made to understand that if she wished to please
the Mem Sahib she must keep the child out of sight as much
as possible. So when she was a sickly, fretful, ugly little
baby she was kept out of the way, and when she became
a sickly, fretful, toddling thing she was kept out of
the way also. She never remembered seeing familiarly
anything but the dark faces of her Ayah and the other
native servants, and as they always obeyed her and gave
her her own way in everything, because the Mem Sahib
would be angry if she was disturbed by her crying,
by the time she was six years old she was as tyrannical
and selfish a little pig as ever lived. The young English
governess who came to teach her to read and write disliked
her so much that she gave up her place in three months,
and when other governesses came to try to fill it they
always went away in a shorter time than the first one.
So if Mary had not chosen to really want to know how
to read books she would never have learned her letters at all. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 925 | Author: | Burnett, Frances Hodgson | Add | | | Title: | The Shuttle | | | | Published: | 1997 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | NO man knew when the Shuttle began its slow and
heavy weaving from shore to shore, that it was held
and guided by the great hand of Fate. Fate alone
saw the meaning of the web it wove, the might of it, and
its place in the making of a world's history. Men thought
but little of either web or weaving, calling them by other
names and lighter ones, for the time unconscious of the strength
of the thread thrown across thousands of miles of leaping,
heaving, grey or blue ocean. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 936 | Author: | Davis, Richard Harding, 1864-1916. | Add | | | Title: | The Scarlet Car | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | For a long time it had been arranged they all should go to
the Harvard and Yale game in Winthrop's car. It was perfectly
well understood. Even Peabody, who pictured himself and Miss
Forbes in the back of the car, with her brother and Winthrop in
front, condescended to approve. It was necessary to invite
Peabody because it was his great good fortune to be engaged to
Miss Forbes. Her brother Sam had been invited, not only because
he could act as chaperon for his sister, but because since they
were at St. Paul's,
Winthrop and he, either as participants or spectators, had never
missed going together to the Yale-Harvard game. And Beatrice
Forbes herself had been invited because she was herself. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 937 | Author: | Davis, Richard Harding, 1864-1916. | Add | | | Title: | Soldiers of Fortune | | | | Published: | 1994 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | “IT is so good of you to come early,” said Mrs.
Porter, as Alice Langham entered the drawing-room. “I want
to ask a favor of you. I'm sure you won't mind. I would ask one
of the débutantes, except that they're always so cross
if one puts them next to men they don't know and who can't help
them, and so I thought I'd just ask you, you're so good-natured.
You don't mind, do you?” | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 941 | Author: | Eddy, Mary Baker | Add | | | Title: | Science and Health with KEY to THE SCRIPTURES | | | | Published: | 2001 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | For verily I say unto you, That whosoever shall say unto this mountain, Be thou removed, and be thou cast into the sea; and shall not doubt in his heart, but shall believe that those things which he saith shall come to pass; he shall have whatsoever he saith. Therefore I say unto you, What things soever ye desire when ye pray, believe that ye receive them, and ye shall have them. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 942 | Author: | Eliot, T. S. | Add | | | Title: | The Second-Order Mind | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | TO any one who is at all capable of experiencing the pleasures of justice,
it is gratifying to be able to make amends to a writer whom one has
vaguely depreciated for some years. The faults and foibles of Matthew
Arnold are no less evident to me now than twelve years ago, after my
first admiration for him; but I hope that now, on rereading some of his
prose with more care, I can better appreciate his position. And what
makes Arnold seem all the more remarkable is, that if he were our exact
contemporary, he would find all his labour to perform again. A moderate
number of persons have engaged in what is called "critical" writing, but
no conclusion is any more solidly established than it was in 1865. In the
first essay in the first Essays in Criticism we read that
"it has long seemed to me that the burst of creative activity in our
literature, through the first quarter of this century, had about it in fact
something premature; and that from this cause its productions are
doomed, most of them, in spite of the sanguine hopes which
accompanied and do still accompany them, to prove hardly more lasting
than the productions of far less splendid epochs. And this prematureness
comes from its having proceeded without having its proper data, without
sufficient material to work with. In other words, the English poetry of
the first quarter of this century, with plenty of energy, plenty of creative
force, did not know enough. This makes Byron so empty of matter,
Shelley so incoherent, Wordsworth even, profound as he is, yet so
wanting in completeness and variety." | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 943 | Author: | Glasgow, Ellen | Add | | | Title: | The Shadowy Third | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | I saw her lift her little arms, and I saw the mother stoop and
gather her to her bosom.
A drawing by
Elenore Plaisted Abbott. Standing by an open window, a woman wearing
a long grey shawl leans down toward a small girl whom she embraces
with her arms. The little girl has her arms wrapped around her
mother's waist, and leans back to look up into her mother's face.
There is a pot of daffodils on the windowsill.
Ornamental letter "W" which begins the text. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 946 | Author: | Henook-Makhewe-Kelenaka (Angel De Cora) | Add | | | Title: | "The Sick Child" | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | Greyscale, horizontal oblong image of little girl's portrait in profile.
In left foreground, she faces left across a slightly rolling plain, her
gaze lifted. The back of her head is covered with a striped blanket.
Her small right hand holds the edge of the blanket near her throat.
Her dark hair is combed close to her head and then braided, one
circular knot of braid just visible above her right ear. Some
handwriting is visible in the bottom right-hand corner of the
portrait, but is not decipherable. Illustration by the author. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 949 | Author: | La Flesche, Francis | Add | | | Title: | The Story of a Vision | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | EACH of us, as we gathered at the lodge of our story teller at dusk,
picked up an armful of wood and entered. The old man who was
sitting alone, his wife having gone on a visit, welcomed us with a
pleasant word as we threw the wood down by the fire-place and
busied ourselves rekindling the fire. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 950 | Author: | Lang, John | Add | | | Title: | Stories of the Border Marches | | | | Published: | 2001 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | Among the old castles and peel towers of the Border, there are few to
which some tale or other of the supernatural does not attach itself. It
may be a legend of buried treasure, watched over by a weeping figure,
that wrings its hands; folk may tell of the apparition of an ancient
dame, whose corpse-like features yet show traces of passions unspent; of
solemn, hooded monk, with face concealed by his cowl, who passes down
the castle's winding stair, telling his beads; they whisper, it may be,
of a lady in white raiment, whose silken gown rustles as she walks. Or
the tale, perhaps, is one of pitiful moans that on the still night air
echo through some old building; or of the clank of chains, that comes
ringing from the damp and noisome dungeons, causing the flesh of the
listener to creep. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 951 | Author: | Locke, John | Add | | | Title: | Some considerations of the consequences of the lowering of interest, and raising the value of money [microform] :
in a letter to a member of Parliament | | | | Published: | 2001 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | These Notions, concerning Coinage, having for the main, as you
know, been put into Writing above Twelve Months since; as those
other concerning Interest, a great deal above to many Years: I
put them now again into your Hands with a Liberty (since you will
have it so) to communicate them further, as you please. If, upon
a Review, you continue your favourable Opinion of them, and
nothing less than Publishing will satisfie you, I must desire you
to remember, That you must be answerable to the World for the
Stile; which is such as a man writes carelesly to his Friend,
when he seeks Truth, not Ornament; and studies only to be right,
and to be understood. I have since you saw them last Year, met
with some new Objections in Print, which I have endeavoured to
remove; and particularly, I have taken into Consideration a
Printed Sheet, entituled, Remarks upon a Paper given in to the
Lords, &c. Because one may naturally suppose, That he that was so
much a Patron of that Cause would omit nothing that could be said
in favour of it. To this I must here add, That I am just now told
from Holland, That the States, finding themselves abused by
Coining a vast quatity of their base [Schillings] Money, made of
their own Ducatoons, and other finer Silver, melted down; have
put a stop to the Minting of any but fine Silver Coin, till they
should settle their Mint upon a new Foot. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 956 | Author: | Meade, L. T. [pseud.] | Add | | | Title: | A Sweet Girl Graduate | | | | Published: | 2001 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | PRISCILLA'S trunk was neatly packed. It was a new trunk and had a nice canvas
covering over it. The canvas was bound with red braid, and Priscilla's initials
were worked on the top in large plain letters. Her initials were P. P. P.,
and they stood for Priscilla Penywern Peel. The trunk was corded and strapped
and put away, and Priscilla stood by her aunt's side in the little parlor
of Penywern Cottage. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 960 | Author: | Peattie, Elia Wilkinson, 1862-1935 | Add | | | Title: | The Shape of Fear, and other ghostly tales | | | | Published: | 1998 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | TIM O'CONNOR—who was descended from the O'Conors with one N—started
life as a poet and an enthusiast. His mother had designed him for the
priesthood, and at the age of fifteen, most of his verses had an
ecclesiastical tinge, but, somehow or other, he got into the newspaper
business instead, and became a pessimistic gentleman, with a literary
style of great beauty and an income of modest proportions. He fell in
with men who talked of art for art's sake,—though what right they had
to speak of art at all nobody knew,—and little by little his view of
life and love became more or less profane. He met a woman who sucked his
heart's blood, and he knew it and made no
protest; nay, to the great amusement of the fellows who talked of art
for art's sake, he went the length of marrying her. He could not in
decency explain that he had the traditions of fine gentlemen behind him
and so had to do as he did, because his friends might not have
understood. He laughed at the days when he had thought of the
priesthood, blushed when he ran across any of those tender and exquisite
old verses he had written in his youth, and became addicted to absinthe
and other less peculiar drinks, and to gaming a little to escape a
madness of ennui. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 961 | Author: | Phillips, David Graham, 1867-1911 | Add | | | Title: | Susan Lenox: Her Fall and Rise, Volume I | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | THE child's dead," said Nora, the nurse. It was the
upstairs
sitting-room in one of the pretentious houses of Sutherland,
oldest and most charming of the towns on the Indiana bank of the
Ohio. The two big windows were open; their limp and listless
draperies showed that there was not the least motion in the
stifling humid air of the July afternoon. At the center of the
room stood an oblong table; over it were neatly spread several
thicknesses of white cotton cloth; naked upon them lay the body
of a newborn girl baby. At one side of the table nearer the
window stood Nora. Hers were the hard features and corrugated
skin popularly regarded as the result of a life of toil, but in
fact the result of a life of defiance to the laws of health. As
additional penalties for that same self-indulgence she had an
enormous bust and hips, thin face and arms, hollow,
sinew-striped neck. The young man, blond and smooth faced, at
the other side of the table and facing the light, was Doctor
Stevens, a recently graduated pupil of the famous Schulze of
Saint Christopher who as much as any other one man is
responsible for the rejection of hocus-pocus and the injection
of common sense into American medicine. For upwards of an hour
young Stevens, coat off and shirt sleeves rolled to his
shoulders, had been toiling with the lifeless form on the table.
He had tried everything his training, his reading and his
experience suggested—all the more or less familiar devices
similar to those indicated for cases of drowning. Nora had
watched him, at first with interest and hope, then with interest
alone, finally with swiftly deepening disapproval, as her
compressed lips and angry eyes plainly revealed. It seemed to
her his effort was degenerating into sacrilege, into defiance of
an obvious decree of the Almighty. However, she had not ventured
to speak until the young man, with a muttered ejaculation
suspiciously like an imprecation, straightened his stocky figure
and began to mop the sweat from his face, hands and bared arms. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 962 | Author: | Phillips, David Graham, 1867-1911 | Add | | | Title: | Susan Lenox: Her Fall and Rise, Volume II | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | SUSAN'S impulse was toward the stage. It had become a
definite ambition with her, the stronger because Spenser's
jealousy and suspicion had forced her to keep it a secret, to
pretend to herself that she had no thought but going on
indefinitely as his obedient and devoted mistress. The
hardiest and best growths are the growths inward—where they
have sun and air from without. She had been at the theater
several times every week, and had studied the performances at
a point of view very different from that of the audience. It
was there to be amused; she was there to learn. Spenser and
such of his friends as he would let meet her talked plays and
acting most of the time. He had forbidden her to have women
friends. "Men don't demoralize women; women demoralize each
other," was one of his axioms. But such women as she had a
bowing acquaintance with were all on the stage—in comic
operas or musical farces. She was much alone; that meant many
hours every day which could not but be spent by a mind like
hers in reading and in thinking. Only those who have observed
the difference aloneness makes in mental development, where
there is a good mind, can appreciate how rapidly, how broadly,
Susan expanded. She read plays more than any other kind of
literature. She did not read them casually but was always
thinking how they would act. She was soon making in
imagination stage scenes out of dramatic chapters in novels as
she read. More and more clearly the characters of play and
novel took shape and substance before the eyes of her fancy.
But the stage was clearly out of the question. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 964 | Author: | Poe, Edgar Allan | Add | | | Title: | THE SYSTEM OF DOCTOR TARR AND PROFESSOR FETHER | | | | Published: | 2001 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | southern provinces of France, my route led me within a few miles of
a certain Maison de Sante or private mad-house, about which I had
heard much in Paris from my medical friends. As I had never visited
a place of the kind, I thought the opportunity too good to be lost;
and so proposed to my travelling companion (a gentleman with whom I
had made casual acquaintance a few days before) that we should turn
aside, for an hour or so, and look through the establishment. To
this he objected- pleading haste in the first place, and, in the
second, a very usual horror at the sight of a lunatic. He begged me,
however, not to let any mere courtesy towards himself interfere with
the gratification of my curiosity, and said that he would ride on
leisurely, so that I might overtake him during the day, or, at all
events, during the next. As he bade me good-bye, I bethought me that
there might be some difficulty in obtaining access to the premises,
and mentioned my fears on this point. He replied that, in fact, unless
I had personal knowledge of the superintendent, Monsieur Maillard,
or some credential in the way of a letter, a difficulty
might be found
to exist, as the regulations of these private mad-houses were more
rigid than the public hospital laws. For himself, he added, he had,
some years since, made the acquaintance of Maillard, and would so
far assist me as to ride up to the door and introduce me; although his
feelings on the subject of lunacy would not permit of his entering the
house. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 965 | Author: | Pokagon, Simon | Add | | | Title: | Simon Pokagon on Naming the Indians | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | I have read with much interest the article
in the March number of your magazine on "Naming the Indians," which
I have regarded for many years as of vital importance to the future
of our race. The instructions therein given by T. J. Morgan,
Commissioner of Indian Affairs, to Indian agents and
superintendents of government Indian schools, I consider, in view
of our citizenship, of the utmost importance, and ought to have
been construed as obligatory upon teachers and superintendents in
government schools in naming their pupils, as to naming Indian
employees to be appointed as policemen, judges, teamsters,
laborers, etc. In looking over the names published in the article
referred to of pupils at the Crow Agency boarding school, Montana,
I really felt in my heart that most of their surnames, translated
from their language into English unexplained, might well be taken
for a menagerie of monstrosities. Think of it—such names for
girls as Olive Young-heifer, Lottie Grandmother's-knife, Kittie
Medicine-tail, Mary Old-jack-rabbit, Lena Old-bear, Louisa Three-wolves, and Ruth Bear-in-the-middle. And then such names for boys
as Walter Young-jack-rabbit, Homer Bull-tongue, Robert Yellow-tail,
Antoine No- hair-on-his-tail, Hugh Ten-bears, Harry White-bear, Levi Yellow-mule, etc. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 968 | Author: | Quiller-Couch, Arthur Thomas | Add | | | Title: | The Ship of Stars | | | | Published: | 2001 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | Until his ninth year the boy about whom this story is written lived
in a house which looked upon the square of a county town. The house
had once formed part of a large religious building, and the boy's
bedroom had a high groined roof, and on the capstone an angel carved,
with outspread wings. Every night the boy wound up his prayers with
this verse which his grandmother had taught him:
"Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John,
Bless the bed that I lie on.
Four corners to my bed,
Four angels round my head;
One to watch, one to pray,
Two to bear my soul away."
Then he would look up to the angel and say: "Only Luke is with me."
His head was full of
queer texts and beliefs. He supposed the three
other angels to be always waiting in the next room, ready to bear
away the soul of his grandmother (who was bed-ridden), and that he
had Luke for an angel because he was called Theophilus, after the
friend for whom St. Luke had written his Gospel and the Acts of the
Holy Apostles. His name in full was Theophilus John Raymond, but
people called him Taffy. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 971 | Author: | Shaw, Anna Howard | Add | | | Title: | The Story of a Pioneer | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | MY father's ancestors were the Shaws of
Rothiemurchus, in Scotland, and the ruins
of their castle may still be seen on the island of
Loch-an-Eilan, in the northern Highlands. It was
never the picturesque castle of song and story, this
home of the fighting Shaws, but an austere fortress,
probably built in Roman times; and even to-day
the crumbling walls which alone are left of it show
traces of the relentless assaults upon them. Of
these the last and the most successful were made
in the seventeenth century by the Grants and
Rob Roy; and it was into the hands of the Grants
that the Shaw fortress finally fell, about 1700, after
almost a hundred years of ceaseless warfare. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 972 | Author: | Spenser, Edmund, 1552?-1599 | Add | | | Title: | Shepheardes Calendar | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | LIttle I hope, needeth me at large to discourse the first Originall of
Æglogues, hauing alreadie touched the same. But for the word Æglogues I
know is vnknowen to most, and also mistaken of some the best learned (as
they think) I wyll say somewhat thereof, being not at all impertinent to my
present purpose. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 979 | Author: | Twain, Mark, 1835-1910 | Add | | | Title: | The Story of a Speech | | | | Published: | 1997 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | An address delivered in 1877, and a review of it twenty-nine years
later. The original speech was delivered at a dinner given by the
publishers of The Atlantic Monthly in honor of the seventieth
anniversary of the birth of John Greenleaf Whittier, at the Hotel
Brunswick, Boston, December 17, 1877. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 981 | Author: | Verne, Jules, 1828-1905 | Add | | | Title: | The Survivors of the Chancellor | | | | Published: | 1999 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | CHARLESTON, September 27, 1898. — It is
high tide, and three o'clock in the afternoon
when we leave the Battery quay; the ebb
carries us off shore, and as Captain Huntly
has hoisted both main and top sails, the northerly breeze drives the Chancellor briskly
across the bay. Fort Sumter ere long is doubled, the
sweeping batteries of the mainland on our left are soon
passed, and by four o'clock the rapid current of the ebbing
tide has carried us through the harbor mouth. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 986 | Author: | Wilkins, Mary E. | Add | | | Title: | Squirrel. | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | THE Squirrel lived with his life-long mate near the farm-house. He
considered himself very rich, because he owned an English walnut
tree. Neither he nor his mate had the least doubt that it belonged
to them and not to the Farmer. There were not many like it in the
State or the whole country. It was a beautiful tree, with a mighty
spread of branches full of gnarled strength. Nearly every year
there was a goodly promise of nuts, which never came to anything,
so far as the people in the farm-house were concerned. Every
summer they looked hopefully at the laden branches, and said to
each other, "This year we shall have nuts," but there were never
any. They could not understand it. But they were old people; had
there been boys in the family it might have been different.
Probably they would have solved the mystery. It was simple enough.
The Squirrel and his mate considered the nuts as theirs, and
appropriated them. They loved nuts; they were their natural
sustenance; and through having an unquestioning, though unwitting,
belief in Providence, they considered that nuts which grew within
their reach were placed there for them as a matter of course.
There were the Squirrels, and there were the nuts. No nuts, no
Squirrels! The conclusion was obvious to such simple
intelligences. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 987 | Author: | Zitkala-Sa | Add | | | Title: | The Soft-Hearted Sioux | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | BESIDE the open fire I sat within our tepee. With my red blanket
wrapped tightly about my crossed legs, I was thinking of the coming
season, my sixteenth winter. On either side of the wigwam were my
parents. My father was whistling a tune between his teeth while
polishing with his bare hand a red stone pipe he had recently
carved. Almost in front of me, beyond the centre fire, my old
grandmother sat near the entranceway. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 990 | Author: | Wallace, G. B. | Add | | | Title: | Slave Purchases and Breeding: Unruly Slave [a machine-readable transcription] | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Description: | I write for the purpose
of letting you know that I have a
very unruly negro girl of whom I am
anxious to dispose of as soon as
possible and supply her place.
Will you be so good as look out for
me a breeding negro woman under
twenty years of age? Also a young acting
negro man. If you cannot meet with
the slaves aforesaid I will be willing
to purchase a young or middle aged
negro man with his wife and chil
dren. I shall be glad to hear from
you immediately as
the negro of
whom I wish to dispose is a ver
dangerous character | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 992 | Author: | Williams, Jane E | Add | | | Title: | Slave bill of sale from Jane E Williams | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Description: | For & in consideration of the sum of one Dollar to me in hand
paid by Jared Williams Junr. the Rect. whereof I do hereby
acknowledge I have contracted & sold and by these presents do
contract & sell and deliver to the said Jared Williams Junr.
one Negro Woman named Nancy and the increase of her
body which said negro woman nancy I do hereby warrant and
forever defend by these presents to the said Jared Williams
Junr. and his hiers executors administrators and assigns
against
myself my hiers executors and
administrators and all and every
other person or persons whatsoever, In Witness whereof I
have hereunto set my hand & seal this 27th Day of June
in the year of our Lord 1816 | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 997 | Author: | Alger, Horatio, 1832-1899 | Add | | | Title: | Struggling Upward | | | | Published: | 2000 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | One Saturday afternoon in January a lively and animated
group of boys were gathered on the western side of a large pond
in the village of Groveton. Prominent among them was a tall,
pleasant-looking young man of twenty-two, the teacher of the
Center Grammar School, Frederic Hooper, A.B., a recent graduate
of Yale College. Evidently there was something of importance
on foot. What it was may be learned from the words of the teacher. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 998 | Author: | Anonymous | Add | | | Title: | "St. Elmo" and its Author | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | In the rush to keep any sort of pace with the lighter and noisier
literature of the day it is pleasant and worth while occasionally
to spend a few minutes looking over the publishers' lists at the
ends of the popular novels of thirty odd years ago, and from them
to contrast the tastes of the past and the present generations—a
contrast which is very far from being entirely flattering to the
readers of to-day. At the head of such lists we may be sure to
find the names of those writers who corresponded with the authors
of what are now known as "the best sellers"—we realise the claims
that Mary J. Holmes and Ann S. Stevens and Augusta J. Evans and May
Agnes Fleming then had to popular attention. We recognise many
laudable ambitions in the advertisements of books dealing with "the
habits of good society," with "the nice points of taste and good
manners, and the art of making oneself agreeable," with "the art of
polite conversation," and the forms in which letters of business,
of friendship, of society, of respectful endearment should be
couched. At first sight all this is likely to provoke rather
contemptuous amusement. And how unjustly! The forms may be quaint
and obsolete, but the sentiments are homely and praiseworthy, and
in similar literature of to-day there are just as many platitudes,
just as much that is silly and not nearly so much that is sincere.
The average highly successful novel of that time was no more
literature than is the average highly successful novel of to-day,
and the old was generally marked, it must be acknowledged, by an
airiness and pedantry that to-day would not reach the public
without pretty severe editing. On the other hand, however, the old
novels almost always had stories to tell, and they told them in a
manner to make them from end to end vitally interesting to that
class of readers to which they were designed to appeal. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 1000 | Author: | Ascham, Roger, 1515-1568 | Add | | | Title: | The Scholemaster / Roger Ascham | | | | Published: | 2000 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | AFter the childe hath learned perfitlie the eight partes of
speach, let him then learne the right ioyning togither of
substantiues with adiectiues, the nowne with the verbe, the
relatiue with the antecedent. And in learninge farther hys
Syntaxis, by mine aduice, he shall not vse the common order
in common scholes, for making of latines: wherby, the childe
Cic. de // commonlie learneth, first, an euill choice of wordes,
Cla. or. // (and right choice of wordes, saith Cæsar, is the
foundation of eloquence) than, a wrong placing
of wordes: and lastlie, an ill framing of the sentence, with
a peruerse iudgement, both of wordes and sentences. These
Making of // faultes, taking once roote in yougthe, be neuer, or
Lattines // hardlie, pluckt away in age. Moreouer, there is
marreth // no one thing, that hath more, either dulled the
Children. // wittes, or taken awaye the will of children from
learning, then the care they haue, to satisfie their masters, in
making of latines. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 1001 | Author: | Austin, Mary | Add | | | Title: | A Shepherd of the Sierras | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | THE two ends of this story belong, one to Pierre Jullien, and
the other to the lame coyote in the pack of the Ceriso. Pierre
will have it that the Virgin is at the bottom of the whole affair.
However that may be, it is known that Pierre Jullien has not lost
so much as a lamb of the flocks since the burning of Black
Mountain. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 1005 | Author: | Austin, Mary | Add | | | Title: | Spring o' the Year | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | WHEN Don Pedro Ruiz, owner of five hundred fat wethers and two
hundred ewes, was a little bowed in the back and a little frosty
about the temples, a sickness got abroad among his sheep and took
a good half of them. The next year a bear stampeded the flock
toward a forty-foot barranca over which two hundred pitched to
destruction. After that Don Pedro went down to La Liebre and hired
out as a herder. The superintendent thereupon gave him a lamb
band, flock-wise, seasoned ewes, mostly with twin lambs; and
because there was old kindness between him and the superintendent
of La Liebre, and because he had by long usage established a right
to much good pasture in the neighborhood of Wild Rose, Don Pedro
was allowed to take the flock out in his own charge, with a couple
of dogs, and no companion herder except to set him on his way. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 1009 | Author: | Brackett, Anna C. | Add | | | Title: | The Strange Tale of a Type-Writer | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | I HAD a favorite type-writer — I will not say of whose
manufacture — with which, through much use of it, I became very
intimate. That expression I use boldly, because everybody knows
already that many among modern machines have a definite character,
and that even individual character is observed in those of the same
sort. The engine-driver, for example, will tell you that each
locomotive of a lot made to be precisely similar will be found to
have, so to speak, its own temperament and manner, and that he
becomes attached to his own engine as to a person. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 1010 | Author: | Burnett, Frances Hodgson | Add | | | Title: | Sara Crewe; or What Happened at Miss Minchin's | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | IN the first place, Miss Minchin lived in London.
Her home was a large, dull, tall one, in a
large, dull square, where all the houses were alike,
and all the sparrows were alike, and where all the
door-knockers made the same heavy sound, and
on still days — and nearly all the days were still —
seemed to resound through the entire row in
which the knock was knocked. On Miss Minchin's
door there was a brass plate. On the brass
plate there was inscribed in black letters,
MISS MINCHIN'S
SELECT SEMINARY FOR YOUNG LADIES | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 1011 | Author: | Burnett, Frances Hodgson | Add | | | Title: | Smethurstses | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | SMETHURSTSES, mum—yes, mum, on accounts of me bein' Smethurst
an' the wax-works mine. Fifteen year I've been in the business,
an' if I live fifteen year more I shall have been in it thirty;
for wax-works is the kind of a business as a man gets used to and
friendly with, after a manner. Lor' bless you! there's no
tellin' how much company them there wax-works is. I've picked a
companion or so out of the collection. Why,
there's Lady Jane Grey, as is readin' her Greek Testyment; when
her works is in order an' she's set a-goin', liftin' her eyes
gentle-like from her book, I could fancy as she knew every
trouble I'd had an' was glad as they was over. And there's the
Royal Fam'ly on the dais an a settin' together as free and home-like and smilin' as if they wasn't nothin' more than flesh an'
blood like you an' me an' not a crown among 'em. Why, they've
actually been a comfort to me. I've set an' took my tea on my
knee on the step there many a time, because it seemed cheerfuller
than in my
own little place at the back. If I was a talkin' man
I might object to the stillness an' a general fixedness in the
gaze, as perhaps is an objection as wax-works is open to as a
rule, though I can't say as it ever impressed me as a very
affable gentleman once said it impressed him. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 1012 | Author: | Burroughs, Edgar Rice, 1875-1950 | Add | | | Title: | The Son of Tarzan | | | | Published: | 1994 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | THE LONG BOAT of the Marjorie W. was floating
down the
broad Ugambi with ebb tide and current. Her crew were
lazily enjoying this respite from the arduous labor of rowing up
stream. Three miles below them lay the Marjorie W.
herself,
quite ready to sail so soon as they should have clambered aboard
and swung the long boat to its davits. Presently the attention of
every man was drawn from his dreaming or his gossiping to the
northern bank of the river. There, screaming at them in a cracked
falsetto and with skinny arms outstretched, stood a strange ap-parition of a man. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 1017 | Author: | Colton, Arthur, 1868-1943 | Add | | | Title: | The Spiral Stone | | | | Published: | 2000 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | The graveyard on the brow of the hill was white with snow. The marbles were
white, the evergreens black. One tall spiral stone stood painfully near the
centre. The little brown church outside the gates turned its face in the
more comfortable direction of the village. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 1018 | Author: | Conrad, Joseph, 1857-1924 | Add | | | Title: | The Secret Sharer | | | | Published: | 1993 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | On my right hand there were lines of fishing stakes
resembling a mysterious system of half-submerged
bamboo fences, incomprehensible in its division of
the domain of tropical fishes, and crazy of aspect as if
abandoned for ever by some nomad tribe of fishermen
now gone to the other end of the ocean; for there was
no sign of human habitation as far as the eye could
reach. To the left a group of barren islets, suggesting
ruins of stone walls, towers, and blockhouses, had its
foundations set in a blue sea that itself looked solid,
so still and stable did it lie below my feet; even the
track of light from the westering, sun shone smoothly,
without that animated glitter which tells of an imperceptible
ripple. And when I turned my head to take
a parting glance at the tug which had just left us
anchored outside the bar, I saw the straight line of the
flat shore joined to the stable sea, edge to edge, with
a perfect and unmarked closeness, in one leveled floor
half brown, half blue under the enormous dome of
the sky. Corresponding in their insignificance to the
islets of the sea, two small clumps of trees, one on
each side of the only fault in the impeccable joint,
marked the mouth of the river Meinam we had just
left on the first preparatory stage of our homeward
journey; and, far back on the inland level, a larger
and loftier mass, the grove surrounding the great
Paknam pagoda, was the only thing on which the eye
could rest from the vain task of exploring the monotonous sweep
of the horizon. Here and there gleams as
of a few scattered pieces of silver marked the windings
of the great river; and on the nearest of them, just
within the bar, the tug steaming right into the
land became lost
to my sight, hull and funnel and masts, as
though the impassive earth had swallowed her up
without an effort, without a tremor. My eye followed
the light cloud of her smoke, now here, now there,
above the plain, according to the devious curves of the
stream, but always fainter and farther away, till I
lost it at last behind the miter-shaped hill of the great
pagodas. And then I was left alone. with my ship,
anchored at the head of the Gulf of Siam. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 1019 | Author: | Crane, Stephen, 1871-1900 | Add | | | Title: | The Scotch Express | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | THE entrance to Euston Station is of itself sufficiently imposing.
It is a high portico of brown stone, old and grim, in form a casual
imitation, no doubt, of the front of the temple of Nike Apteros, with a
recollection of the Egyptians proclaimed at the flanks. The frieze,
where of old would prance an exuberant processional of gods, is, in
this case, bare of decoration, but upon the epistyle is written in
simple, stern letters the word, "EUSTON." The legend reared high by
the gloomy Pelagic columns stares down a wide
avenue. In short, this entrance to a railway station does not in any
resemble the entrance to a railway station. It is more the front of
some venerable bank. But it has another dignity, which is not born of
form. To a great degree, it is to the English and to those who are in
England the gate to Scotland. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 1022 | Author: | Crane, Stephen, 1871-1900 | Add | | | Title: | The Sergeant's Private Madhouse | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | THE moonlight was almost steady blue flame, and all this radiance
was lavished out upon a still, lifeless wilderness of stunted trees
and cactus plants. The shadows lay upon the ground, pools of black
and sharply outlined, resembling substances, fabrics, and not
shadows at all. From afar came the sound of the sea coughing among
the hollows in the coral rocks. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 1023 | Author: | Crane, Stephen, 1871-1900 | Add | | | Title: | The Shrapnel of their Friends | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | FROM far over the knolls came the tiny sound of a cavalry bugle
singing out the recall, and later, detached parties of His Majesty's
Second Hussars came trotting back to where the Spitzenbergen
infantry sat complacently on the captured Rostina position. The
horsemen were well pleased, and they told how they had ridden
thrice through the helter-skelter of the fleeing enemy. They had
ultimately been checked by the great truth that when an enemy runs
away in daylight he sooner or later finds a place where he fetches up
with a jolt and turns to face the pursuit—notably if it is a cavalry
pursuit. The Hussars had discreetly withdrawn, displaying no
foolish pride of corps. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 1026 | Author: | Brock: Douglass, William | Add | | | Title: | A summary, historical and political, of the first planting, progressive improvements, and present state of the
British settlements in North-America... / by William Douglass | | | | Published: | 2000 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | It is arrogant, in some Measure seditious, and a great Sin against
the divine Institution of Society; for any Person or Persons, to exclaim
against the Acts of Legislature; the following are only some private
Speculations, concerning the negotiating of the late
Cape-Breton Expedition Reimbursement Money, and the sudden
Transition from an immense base Paper-Currency, to that good and
universal Medium of Silver Money. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 1028 | Author: | Du Bois, W. E. Burghardt | Add | | | Title: | Strivings of the Negro People | | | | Published: | 1994 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | BETWEEN me and the other world there is ever an unasked
question: unasked by some through feelings of delicacy; by others
through the difficulty of rightly framing it. All, nevertheless,
flutter round it. They approach me in a half-hesitant sort of way,
eye me curiously or compassionately, and then, instead of saying
directly, How does it feel to be a problem? they say, I know an
excellent colored man in my town; or, I fought at Mechanicsville;
or, Do not these Southern outrages make your blood boil? At these
I smile, or am interested, or reduce the boiling to a simmer, as
the occasion may require. To the real question, How does it feel
to be a problem? I answer seldom a word. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 1029 | Author: | Watanna, Onoto, 1879-1954 | Add | | | Title: | Shizu`s New Year`s Present | | | | Published: | 2004 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | It was New Year's Eve. A gentle snow was falling everywhere and it was quite cold outdoors. Nevertheless, the
people were laughing and chatting happily everywhere, and the fading sunset lingered lovingly about their happy,
smiling faces. The treasure vendor came proudly along on his cart, calling his wares aloud, and stopping every
once in a while to make a sale. A gay party of geisha girls, with arms linked happily about each other, passed
down the main street, chatting and whispering and laughing together. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 1030 | Author: | Watanna, Onoto, 1879-1954 | Add | | | Title: | The Story of Ido | | | | Published: | 2004 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | Ido worked in the neighboring silk mill. He was tall and lithe and strong, and the sun reflected in his hair and eyes. Every one in the little town knew his history, but no one knew Ido himself; for, although he worked among them and in their midst, yet he had always held himself aloof. When Ido had been a little boy at school, he had been very unhappy, because his school-mates had laughed and jeered at his strangely-tinted hair and blue eyes. With an American or English boy they would have understood, and perhaps never even noticed it particularly; but with a Japanese——? And when Ido was only fifteen years old his mother had died, and he was left utterly alone in the world. In the daytime he worked at the mill; at night he studied the English language. Far away across the waters lived his father's people. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 1034 | Author: | Furman, Lucy S. | Add | | | Title: | A Special Providence | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | MRS. MELISSA ALLGOOD settled herself in her rocking-chair for a
good talk. "I was telling you," she began, "about Sister Belle
Keen and Brother Singleton and me being a Holiness Band last
summer, and preaching all around in middle Kentucky, and about
Brother Singleton taking down so sick at Smithsboro, and Sister
Belle getting her eyes opened, and marrying him, and taking him
home. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 1036 | Author: | Brock: Glen, James | Add | | | Title: | South Carolina: Governor James Glen to the Board of Trade, July 13, 1751 (excerpt) / by James Glen | | | | Published: | 2000 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | I shall endeavour to give your Lordships entire satisfaction as to that
part of your Letter with regard to the present state of our Paper
Currency and Publick Orders. You are pleased to say that the Report
which I formerly transmitted differs from an Account which you have had
prepared for your use, and you desire that I may explain the reason of
their differing. I have compared the two States and I cannot perceive
the least difference, except that the Account sent from hence descends
lower in point of time, and consequently comprehends more of the Publick
Orders that have been cancelled than the account that has been prepared
for Your Lordships in London neither does that account seem to take any
notice of the Publick Orders issued in consequence of an Act passed on
the 20th of August 1731 the Committee I presume thought it
necessary to be particular as to the different Periods at which the
several Sums of the legal Currency were issued, some part having been
cancelled, that have only said in general that the Sum of £106,500
amounting to £15,214: 5: 8 1/2 Sterling in the Year 1731, and being
of the same value at present, is still outstanding, and your Lordships
take notice that your state of these Bills
of Credit agrees exactly with that sent from hence, and that in
the year 1739 there remained then outstanding without any funds for
calling it is precisely the same Sum of £106,500 Currency. And the
reason I presume that took notice of the Publick Orders issued in 1731
and the £63000 orders issued in 1742, in the body of the Account, was
because that some small part of them was still uncancelled But your
Lordships may perceive by the printed account then sent over, and which
I now again transmit, that on the 5th of March 1736 there was
issued the sum of £35,010, which agrees with the 1st
Article in Your Lordships State of the Publick Orders, that on the
5th of April 1740 there was issued £25,000 which agrees
with the second Article and by an Additional Act on the 19th
of Sept the same year there was issued £11,508 agreeable to your
third Article, the Sum of £63,000 issued in 1742, which makes the
4th Article of Your Lordships State, is contained above in
the body of the Account, as some part of it is still uncancelled, and in
May 1740 £20,000 was issued, which is the 5th Article
taken notice of by Your Lordships. Those several Sums in the Committees
State (Exclusive of the Orders of 1731) make together the Sum of £150,
518, and Your Lordships may be assured
that as much was then sunk as is set forth in that Report, and
that since that Report was made there have also been cancelled above
£1000 of the Publick Orders of 1731 and £12,600 of the £63,000
Orders for the Year 1749 and 1750, So that all the Publick Orders that
have ever been issued from the beginning of the Government to this time,
there remains uncancelled no more than £12,600 Currency, which is not
£2000 Sterling, Except about £50 Sterling of the Orders of 1731,
and a few of the Orders in 1740, which I presume have been lost or
accidently destroyed, for I see none circulating, and for Exchanging of
which should they appear, there is equal Sums of legal Currency lock'd
up in the Publick Treasury, and except also £12,600 of the £63,000
Orders which will be sunk by the two succeeding Taxes. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 1037 | Author: | Brock: Glen, James | Add | | | Title: | South Carolina: Governor James Glen to the Board of Trade, December 23, 1749 (excerpt) / by James Glen | | | | Published: | 2000 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | I have also inclosed a State of the Paper Currency in this
Province prepared by the Council and Assembly, by which your Lordships
will see that our Paper money of all denominations amounts to no more
than thirteen thousand and six pounds seven shillings and ten pence
Sterling, including both what is legal Tender, and all other kinds, a
sum so small that it is surprising that any person acquainted with the
circumstances of this Country would have complained of more especially
when it is Considered how punctually we have for many years kept the
Public faith by sinking it at the proper periods fixed by Law: We are
a new and improving Province, and are yearly adding to our
wealth, but it is impossible and it were improper that our Increase or
Profit, our Surplus or Ballance from abroad should be immediately turned
and converted into Cash and Bullion, since it may be more profitably
returned in other things that bear a better price. I make no doubt but
that our exported Produce is sufficient to pay for all our Importations
from Great Britain, and to leave an Annual Ballance due to us of several
thousand Pounds Sterling, but instead of purchasing Gold and Silver with
this Ballance, the Planters immediately lay it out in more slaves, these
slaves raise more Rice and Indigo to pay for more Cloaths and to
purchase more Slaves, and this is certainly a more profitable way of
employing the Ballance, for when the Interest of money was at ten per
Cent it was near Eight years before they could double their Capital or
principal sum, whereas a Planter expects that Slaves will pay for
themselves in four or five years, and whatever is most profitable for
the Planter, will in the end prove so for the British Merchant, and it
is to be wished that they were of that Opinion, but some of them seem to
think that nothing is to be regarded
but Gold or Silver. They
may at length repent the pains they have taken to teach the Planters to
love these tempting metals, for should they ever prefer Gold or Silver
to British Manufactures the Cloaths and Household furniture that they
are at present fond of and be forced to make such things as they have
not money to purchase Britain will reap far less benefit from her
Provinces. A Considerable quantity of Cordage has hitherto been
Annually imported into this Province from England, but a Rope walk has
been lately Established here and there can be no doubt of Success. The
amount of sugars sent us Annually from Britain is hardly to be credited,
but we have a Sugar house lately finished and the Sugars are equal to
the London Sugars and are much cheaper, the Merchants here clearly see
the consequences of these things, and I think it were easier to Silence
the Merchants at home, who make a noise about paper Money, by arguments
unanswerable, but I consider that I write to your Lordships whose
superior knowledge makes any observations from me unnecessary, for tho'
it may be pernicious to permit mall Colonies such as Rhode Island to
issue immense Sums without Limitation
and without settled Funds
to call it back into the Treasury again, yet that is not the case of
Carolina and therefore I shall only add that a larger sum in Paper Money
upon a good Fund and to be sunk at different Periods, seems to me to be
Absolutely necessary, without which it will be difficult for the people
to pay the Taxes for the support of his Majestys Government, to pay the
King's Quit Rents to carry on their Commerce, or even to drive their
little domestic Trade, all intercourse between Man and Man must for some
time be at a stand and they must deny themselves the most common and
ordinary necessaries of life, not for want of means but for want of a
Medium. The Planter must give the Merchant a Slave for a Suit of
Cloaths, which the Merchant must sell again to the Spaniards for silver
to send home. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 1039 | Author: | Hawthorne, Nathaniel, 1804-1864 | Add | | | Title: | The Shaker Bridal | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | ONE day, in the sick chamber of Father Ephraim, who had been forty
years the presiding elder over the Shaker settlement at Goshen,
there was
an assemblage of several of the chief men of the sect. Individuals
had come
from the rich establishment at Lebanon, from Canterbury, Harvard,
and
Alfred, and from all the other localities where this strange people
have
fertilized the rugged hills of New England by their systematic
industry.
An elder was likewise there, who had made a pilgrimage of a
thousand
miles from a village of the faithful in Kentucky, to visit his
spiritual kindred, the children of the sainted mother Ann. He had
partaken of
the
homely abundance of their tables, had quaffed the far-famed Shaker
cider, and had joined in the sacred dance, every step of which is
believed to
alienate the enthusiast from earth, and bear him onward to heavenly
purity and bliss. His brethren of the north had now courteously
invited him
to be present on an occasion, when the concurrence of every eminent
member of their community was peculiarly desirable. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 1040 | Author: | Hawthorne, Nathaniel, 1804-1864 | Add | | | Title: | The Snow-Image: A Childish Miracle | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | One afternoon of a cold winter's day, when the sun
shone forth with chilly brightness, after a long storm,
two children asked leave of their mother to run out and
play in the new-fallen snow. The elder child was a
little girl, whom, because she was of a tender and modest
disposition, and was thought to be very beautiful, her
parents, and other people who were familiar with her,
used to call Violet. But her brother was known by the
style and title of Peony, on account of the ruddiness of
his broad and round little phiz, which made everybody
think of sunshine and great scarlet flowers. The father
of these two children, a certain Mr. Lindsey, it is
important to say, was an excellent but exceedingly matter
of fact sort of man, a dealer in hardware, and was
sturdily accustomed to take what is called the
common-sense view of all matters that came
under his consideration. With a heart about as tender as
other people's, he had a head as hard and impenetrable,
and therefore, perhaps, as empty, as one of the iron pots
which it was a part of his business to sell. The
mother's character, on the other hand, had a strain of
poetry in it, a trait of unworldly beauty,—a delicate
and dewy flower, as it were, that had survived out of her
imaginative youth, and still kept itself alive amid the
dusty realities of matrimony and motherhood. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 1047 | Author: | London, Jack | Add | | | Title: | The Scab | | | | Published: | 1997 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | IN a competitive society, where men
struggle with one another for food and
shelter, what is more natural than that
generosity, when it diminishes the food
and shelter of men other than he who
is generous, should be held an accursed
thing? Wise old saws to the contrary,
he who takes from a man's purse takes
from his existence. To strike at a man's
food and shelter is to strike at his life,
and in a society organized on a tooth-and-nail basis, such an act, performed
though it may be under the guise of
generosity, is none the less menacing
and terrible. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 1052 | Author: | Neihardt, John G. | Add | | | Title: | The Singing of the Frogs | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | WABISGAHA loved the tawny stretches of the prairie smiling like
a rugged, honest face under the kiss of the sunlight; he loved the storm
that frowned and shouted like an angry chief; he loved the south-wind
and the scent of the spring, yet the love of woman he knew not, for his
heart was given to his horse, Ingla Hota, which means Laughing
Thunder. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 1053 | Author: | Neihardt, John G. | Add | | | Title: | The Smile of God | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | THE Omahas were hunting bison. The young moon was thin and bent
like a bow by the arm of a strong man when they had left their
village in the valley of Neshuga (Smoky Water, the Missouri).
Night after night it had grown above their cheerless tepees, ever
farther Eastward, until now it came forth no more, but lingered
in its black lodge like a brave who has walked far, and keeps his
tepee because the way was hard and long. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 1054 | Author: | Norris, Frank | Add | | | Title: | The Ship That Saw a Ghost | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | VERY much of this story must remain untold, for the reason that if
it were definitely known what business I had aboard the tramp
steam-freighter Glarus, three hundred miles off the South American
coast on a certain summer's day some few years ago, I would very
likely be obliged to answer a great many personal and direct
questions put by fussy and impertinent experts in maritime law—who are
paid to be inquisitive. Also, I would get "Ally Bazan,"
Strokher and Hardenberg into trouble. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 1055 | Author: | Peattie, Elia Wilkinson, 1862-1935 | Add | | | Title: | Shehens` Houn` Dogs | | | | Published: | 1999 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | EDWARD Berenson, the Washington correspondent for the New
York News, descended from the sleeping-car at Hardin,
Kentucky, and inquired for the stage to Ballington's Gap. But there
was, it appeared, no stage. Neither was a conveyance to be hired.
The community looked at Berenson and went by on the other side.
He had, indeed, as he recollected, with a too confiding candor,
registered himself from Washington, and there were reasons in
plenty why strangers should not be taken over to Ballington's Gap
promiscuously, so to speak, by the neighbors at Hardin. Berenson
had come down from Washington with a purpose, however, and he
was not to be frustrated. He wished to inquire — politely — why, for
four generations, the Shehens and the Babbs had been killing each
other. He meant to put the question calmly and in the interest of
scientific journalism, but he was quite determined to have it
answered. To this end he bought a lank mare for seventy-five
dollars — "an th' fixin's thrown in, sah" — and set out upon a red
road, bound for the Arcadian distance. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 1058 | Author: | Saint-Pierre, Bernadin de | Add | | | Title: | Studies of Nature | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | The wretchedness of the lower orders is, therefore, the
principal source of our physical and moral maladies. There
is another, no less fertile in mischief, I mean the education
of children. This branch of political economy engaged,
among the ancients, the attention of the greatest legislators;
with us education has no manner of reference to the constitution
of the state. In early life are formed the inclinations
and aversions which influence the whole of our existence.
Our first affections are likewise the last; they accompany us
through life, reappear in old age, and then revive the sensibilities
of childhood with still greater force than those of
mature age. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 1059 | Author: | Poe, Edgar Allan, 1809-1849 | Add | | | Title: | The Spectacles | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | Many years ago, it was the fashion to ridicule the idea of
'love at first sight'; but those who think, not less than those
who feel deeply, have always advocated its existence. Modern
discoveries, indeed, in what may be termed ethical magnetism or
magneto-aesthetics, render it probable that the most natural,
and, consequently, the truest and most intense of the human
affections are those which arise in the heart as if by electric
sympathy — in a word, that the brightest and most enduring of the
psychal fetters are those which are riveted by a glance. The
confession I am about to make will add another to the already
almost innumerable instances of the truth of the position. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 1062 | Author: | Rogers, E. Mandevill | Add | | | Title: | Steadfast Falters | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | Randolph Crosby's philosophy of life forbade his feeling or
expressing emotion, except for the slender, fair-haired girl who
stood beside him, and who had in a measure taken the place of the
wife whose memory she perpetuated. Nevertheless, the sight of
the thoroughbreds as they filed past the club enclosure, their
jockeys perching like monkeys on their glossy backs, made the
muscles of his throat contract a little. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 1065 | Author: | Schwatka, Frederick | Add | | | Title: | The Sun-Dance of the Sioux | | | | Published: | 1994 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | A FEW years ago it was the good fortune of the writer to witness,
at the Spotted Tail Indian Agency, on Beaver Creek, Nebraska, the
ceremony of the great sun-dance of the Sioux. Perhaps eight
thousand Brule Sioux were quartered at the agency at that time, and
about forty miles to the west, near the head of the White River,
there was another reservation of Sioux, numbering probably a
thousand or fifteen hundred less Ordinarily each tribe or
reservation has its own celebration of the sun-dance; but owing to
the nearness of these two
agencies it was this year thought
best to join forces and celebrate the savage rites with unwonted
splendor and barbarity. Nearly half way between the reservations
the two forks of the Chadron (or Shadron) creek form a wide plain,
which was chosen as the site of the great sun-dance. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 1066 | Author: | Stevenson, Robert Louis, 1850-1894 | Add | | | Title: | The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde | | | | Published: | 1994 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | Mr. Utterson the lawyer was a man of a rugged countenance that was
never lighted by a smile; cold, scanty and embarrassed in
discourse; backward in sentiment; lean, long, dusty, dreary and
yet somehow lovable. At friendly meetings, and when the wine was
to his taste, something eminently human beaconed from his eye;
something indeed which never found its way into his talk, but
which spoke not only in these silent symbols of the after-dinner
face, but more often and loudly in the acts of his life. He was
austere with himself; drank gin when he was alone, to mortify a
taste for vintages; and though he enjoyed the theater, had not
crossed the doors of one for twenty years. But he had an approved
tolerance for others; sometimes wondering, almost with envy, at
the high pressure of spirits involved in their misdeeds; and in
any extremity inclined to help rather than to reprove. "I incline
to Cain's heresy," he used to say quaintly: "I let my brother go
to the devil in his own way." In this character, it was
frequently his fortune to be the last reputable acquaintance and
the last good influence in the lives of downgoing men. And to
such as these, so long as they came about his chambers, he never
marked a shade of change in his demeanour. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 1067 | Author: | Stevenson, Robert Louis, 1850-1894 | Add | | | Title: | The Silverado Squatters | | | | Published: | 2000 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | THE scene of this little book is on a high mountain. There
are, indeed, many higher; there are many of a nobler outline.
It is no place of pilgrimage for the summary globe-trotter;
but to one who lives upon its sides, Mount Saint Helena soon
becomes a centre of interest. It is the Mont Blanc of one
section of the Californian Coast Range, none of its near
neighbours rising to one-half its altitude. It looks down on
much green, intricate country. It feeds in the spring-time
many splashing brooks. From its summit you must have an
excellent lesson of geography: seeing, to the south, San
Francisco Bay, with Tamalpais on the one hand and Monte
Diablo on the other; to the west and thirty miles away, the
open ocean; eastward, across the corn-lands and thick tule
swamps of Sacramento Valley, to where the Central Pacific
railroad begins to climb the sides of the Sierras; and
northward, for what I know, the white head of Shasta looking
down on Oregon. Three counties, Napa County, Lake County,
and Sonoma County, march across its cliffy shoulders. Its
naked peak stands nearly four thousand five hundred feet
above the sea; its sides are fringed with forest; and the
soil, where it is bare, glows warm with cinnabar. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 1073 | Author: | Twain, Mark, 1835-1910 | Add | | | Title: | Sociable Jimmy | | | | Published: | 1997 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | [I sent the following home in a private letter some
time ago from a certain little village. It was in
the days when I was a public lecturer. I did it because
I wished to preserve the memory of the
most artless, sociable, and exhaustless talker I ever
came across. He did not tell me a single
remarkable thing, or one that was worth remembering;
and yet he was himself so interested in his
small marvels, and they flowed so naturally and comfortably
from his lips that his talk got the
upper hand of my interest, too, and I listened as one who
receives a revelation. I took down what
he had to say, just as he said it—without
altering a word or adding one.] | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 1077 | Author: | Warner, Charles Dudley | Add | | | Title: | "The Story of Uncle Tom's Cabin." | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | On the 29th of June, 1852, Henry Clay died. In that month the
two great political parties, in their national conventions, had
accepted as a finality all the compromise measures of 1850, and the
last hours of the Kentucky statesman were brightened by the thought
that his efforts had secured the perpetuity of the Union. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 1078 | Author: | Washington, Booker T. | Add | | | Title: | Signs of Progress among the Negroes | | | | Published: | 1994 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | IN addition to the problem of educating eight million negroes in
our Southern States and ingrafting them into American citizenship,
we now have the additional responsibility, either directly or
indirectly, of educating and elevating about eight hundred thousand
others of African descent in Cuba and Porto Rico, to say nothing of
the white people of these islands, many of whom are in a condition
about as deplorable as that of the negroes. We have, however, one
advantage in approaching the question of the education of our new
neighbors. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 1080 | Author: | Wharton review: Boynton, H. W. | Add | | | Title: | Some Stories of the Month | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | Her [Miss Wilkins] own New England, the scene of the early
tales, is an affair of black and white, of strong crude forces and
repressions. Such is the New England of Mrs. Wharton in Ethan
Frome and Summer. But while Miss Wilkins's voice had
always a certain raw tang of the native, altogether lacked grace
and flexibility, was the voice of rustic New England, Mrs.
Wharton has had the task of subduing her rich and varied and
worldly instrument to its provincial theme. She has succeeded;
Summer shows all the virtue of her style and none of its
weakness. Here is no routine
elegance, no languor of
disillusion, no bite of deliberate satire. As in Ethan
Frome, this writer who has come perilously near being the idol
of snobs shows herself as an interpreter of life in its elements,
stripped of the habits and inhibitions of the polite world. The
story lacks the tragic completeness of the earlier one, has indeed
a species of happy ending,—an ending, at worst, of pathos not
without hope. The scene is the New England village of North
Dormer, once as good as its neighbours, but now deserted and
decaying in its corner among the hills. It is vignetted in a few
sentences at the beginning: « little wind moved among the round
white clouds on the shoulders of the hills, driving their shadows
across the fields and down the grassy road that takes the name of
street when it passes through North Dormer. The place lies high
and in the open, and lacks the lavish shade of the more protected
New England villages. The clump of weeping willows about the duck
pond, and the Norway spruces in front of the Hatchard gate, cast
almost the only roadside shadow between lawyer Royall's house and
the point where, at the other end of the village, the road rises
above the church and skirts the black hemlock wall enclosing the
cemetery.» The Hatchards are the great people of the place, with
an elderly spinster still solvent and in residence, and a Memorial
Library bearing musty witness to that distinguished and now
extinguished author, Honorius Hatchard, who had hobnobbed with
Irving and Halleck, back in the forties. Another old family are
the Royalls. Their present representative is the middle-aged
lawyer who, after showing promise elsewhere, has returned to North
Dormer while still a young man, for the apparent purpose of going
to seed there at his leisure. Above the village, though at
distance—fastness of a strange community of outlaws and
degenerates—towers the craggy mountain from which, years back,
Lawyer Royall has rescued a child. As Charity Royall she grows up
in his household, and after his wife's death becomes its
unchallenged ruler. Her little liking for Royall himself he has
destroyed by making, in his «lonesomeness,» a single false step
toward her. Her own lonely lot in unyouthful North Dormer is
lightened only by the vague dreams of girlhood. Then the fairy
prince comes in the person of a young architect from the city whom
certain local relics of fine building have attracted to the
neighbourhood, and whom a swift romance with the girl Charity holds
there. She becomes his mistress, he deserts her in her «trouble,»
she turns desperately to the haunt of her people, «the Mountain»;
and is rescued for a second time and finally by Lawyer Royall. In
her marriage with the aging man whom she has scorned there is, we
really believe, some chance of happiness, or at least content.
Young love is dead, but old love is ready to creep into its place.
Mrs. Wharton has often been accused of bitterness; let her critics
note that the whole effect of this powerful story hangs upon our
recognition of the power of simple human goodness—not
«virtuousness,» but faithful, unselfish devotion of one sort or
another—to make life worth living. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 1082 | Author: | Crane review: Wyatt, Edith | Add | | | Title: | Stephen Crane. | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | WHATEVER is deeply thought is well written, in the view of M. Remy
de Gourmont. The observation has an aerial beauty. From its
outlook one instinctively casts a revisiting glance of speculation
at well written places in expression one had lost awhile, to find
how deeply thought they are. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 1090 | Author: | Austin, Mary | Add | | | Title: | The Search for Jean Baptiste | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | ONE bred to the hills and the care of dumb, helpless things must in the end, whatever
else befalls, come back to them. That is the comfort they give him for their care and
the revenge they have of their helplessness. If this were not so Gabriel Lausanne
would never have found Jean Baptiste. Babette, who was the mother of Jean Baptiste
and the wife of Gabriel, understood this also, and so came to her last sickness in
more comfort of mind than would have been otherwise possible; for it was understood
between them that when he had buried her, Gabriel was to go to America to find Jean
Baptiste. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 1094 | Author: | Burnett, Frances Hodgson | Add | | | Title: | The Secret Garden | | | | Published: | 2000 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | When Mary Lennox was sent to Misselthwaite Manor to live with her uncle
everybody said she was the most disagreeable-looking child ever seen. It was
true, too. She had a little thin face and a little thin body, thin light hair
and a sour expression. Her hair was yellow, and her face was yellow because she
had been born in India and had always been ill in one way or another. Her father
had held a position under the English Government and had always been busy and
ill himself, and her mother had been a great beauty who cared only to go to
parties and amuse herself with gay people. She had not wanted a little girl at
all, and when Mary was born she handed her over to the care of an Ayah, who was
made to understand that if she wished to please the Mem Sahib she must keep the
child out of sight as much as possible. So when she was a sickly, fretful, ugly
little baby she was kept out of the way, and when she became a
sickly, fretful, toddling thing she was kept out of the way also. She never
remembered seeing familiarly anything but the dark faces of her Ayah and the
other native servants, and as they always obeyed her and gave her her own way in
everything, because the Mem Sahib would be angry if she was disturbed by her
crying, by the time she was six years old she was as tyrannical and selfish a
little pig as ever lived. The young English governess who came to teach her to
read and write disliked her so much that she gave up her place in three months,
and when other governesses came to try to fill it they always went away in a
shorter time than the first one. So if Mary had not chosen to really want to
know how to read books she would never have learned her letters at all. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 1095 | Author: | Burnett, Frances Hodgson | Add | | | Title: | The Shuttle | | | | Published: | 1997 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | NO man knew when the Shuttle began its slow and heavy weaving from shore to shore,
that it was held and guided by the great hand of Fate. Fate alone saw the meaning of
the web it wove, the might of it, and its place in the making of a world's history.
Men thought but little of either web or weaving, calling them by other names and
lighter ones, for the time unconscious of the strength of the thread thrown across
thousands of miles of leaping, heaving, grey or blue ocean. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 1097 | Author: | Davis, Richard Harding, 1864-1916. | Add | | | Title: | The Scarlet Car | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | For a long time it had been arranged they all should go to the Harvard and Yale game in
Winthrop's car. It was perfectly well understood. Even Peabody, who pictured himself and Miss
Forbes in the back of the car, with her brother and Winthrop in front, condescended to approve.
It was necessary to invite Peabody because it was his great good fortune to be engaged to Miss
Forbes. Her brother Sam had been invited, not only because he could act as chaperon for his
sister, but because since they were at St. Paul's,
Winthrop and he, either as participants or spectators, had never missed going together to the
Yale-Harvard game. And Beatrice Forbes herself had been invited because she was herself. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 1099 | Author: | La Flesche, Francis | Add | | | Title: | The Story of a Vision | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | EACH of us, as we gathered at the lodge of our story teller at dusk, picked up an
armful of wood and entered. The old man who was sitting alone, his wife having
gone on a visit, welcomed us with a pleasant word as we threw the wood down by
the fire-place and busied ourselves rekindling the fire. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 1101 | Author: | Phillips, David Graham, 1867-1911 | Add | | | Title: | Susan Lenox: Her Fall and Rise, Volume I | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | THE child's dead," said Nora, the nurse. It was the upstairs sitting-room in one
of the pretentious houses of Sutherland, oldest and most charming of the towns
on the Indiana bank of the Ohio. The two big windows were open; their limp and
listless draperies showed that there was not the least motion in the stifling
humid air of the July afternoon. At the center of the room stood an oblong
table; over it were neatly spread several thicknesses of white cotton cloth;
naked upon them lay the body of a newborn girl baby. At one side of the table
nearer the window stood Nora. Hers were the hard features and corrugated skin
popularly regarded as the result of a life of toil, but in fact the result of a
life of defiance to the laws of health. As additional penalties for that same
self-indulgence she had an enormous bust and hips, thin face and arms, hollow,
sinew-striped neck. The young man, blond and smooth faced, at the other side of
the table and facing the light, was Doctor Stevens, a recently graduated pupil
of the famous Schulze of Saint Christopher who as much as any other one man is
responsible for the rejection of hocus-pocus and the injection of common sense
into American medicine. For upwards of an hour young Stevens, coat off and shirt sleeves rolled to his
shoulders, had been toiling with the lifeless form on the table. He had tried
everything his training, his reading and his experience suggested—all
the more or less familiar devices similar to those indicated for cases of
drowning. Nora had watched him, at first with interest and hope, then with
interest alone, finally with swiftly deepening disapproval, as her compressed
lips and angry eyes plainly revealed. It seemed to her his effort was
degenerating into sacrilege, into defiance of an obvious decree of the Almighty.
However, she had not ventured to speak until the young man, with a muttered
ejaculation suspiciously like an imprecation, straightened his stocky figure and
began to mop the sweat from his face, hands and bared arms. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 1102 | Author: | Phillips, David Graham, 1867-1911 | Add | | | Title: | Susan Lenox: Her Fall and Rise, Volume II | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | SUSAN'S impulse was toward the stage. It had become a definite ambition with her,
the stronger because Spenser's jealousy and suspicion had forced her to keep it
a secret, to pretend to herself that she had no thought but going on
indefinitely as his obedient and devoted mistress. The hardiest and best growths
are the growths inward—where they have sun and air from without. She
had been at the theater several times every week, and had studied the
performances at a point of view very different from that of the audience. It was
there to be amused; she was there to learn. Spenser and such of his friends as
he would let meet her talked plays and acting most of the time. He had forbidden
her to have women friends. "Men don't demoralize women; women demoralize each
other," was one of his axioms. But such women as she had a bowing acquaintance
with were all on the stage—in comic operas or musical farces. She was
much alone; that meant many hours every day which could not but be spent by a
mind like hers in reading and in thinking. Only those who have observed the
difference aloneness makes in mental development, where there is a good mind,
can appreciate how rapidly, how broadly, Susan expanded. She read plays more
than any other kind of literature.
She did not read them casually but was always
thinking how they would act. She was soon making in imagination stage scenes out
of dramatic chapters in novels as she read. More and more clearly the characters
of play and novel took shape and substance before the eyes of her fancy. But the
stage was clearly out of the question. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
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