| | 263 | Author: | Dunbar, Paul Laurence | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Mr. Cornelius Johnson, Office-Seeker  | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | IT was a beautiful day in balmy May and the sun shone pleasantly on
Mr. Cornelius Johnson's very spruce Prince Albert suit of gray as he
alighted from the train in Washington. He cast his eyes about him,
and then gave a sigh of relief and satisfaction as he took his bag
from the porter and started for the gate. As he went along, he looked
with splendid complacency upon the less fortunate mortals who were
streaming out of the day coaches. It was a Pullman sleeper on which
he had come in. Out on the pavement he hailed a cab, and giving the
driver the address of a hotel, stepped in and was rolled away. Be it
said that he had cautiously inquired about the hotel first and found
that he could be accommodated there. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 264 | Author: | Eastman, Charles Alexander, 1858-1939 | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | The Madness of Bald Eagle | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | IT was many years ago, when I was only a child, began White
Ghost, the patriarchal old chief of the Yanktonnais Sioux, that our
band was engaged in a desperate battle with the Rees and Mandans.
The cause of the fight was a peculiar one. I will tell you about it.
And he laid aside his long-stemmed pipe and settled himself to the
recital. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 265 | Author: | Echols, E. Sherman | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | A New England Literary Colony | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | GROUPED together in and about the old New England city of Hartford
are some of the best known literary people in this country. Their
homes form what might almost be called a literary colony, and so close
are their lives that one thinks instinctively of the old saying,
"Birds of a feather flock together." Here are the adjoining homes of
Harriet Beecher Stowe, Samuel L. Clemens (Mark Twain), Charles Dudley
Warner, William E. Gillette, the noted writer and actor of the drama,
Richard Burton, poet and literary critic, and Isabella Beecher Hooker,
philanthropist and writer on sociology. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 266 | Author: | Far, Sui Sin | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | An Autumn Fan | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | FOR two weeks Ming Hoan was a guest in the house of Yen Chow, the
father of Ah Leen, and because love grows very easily between a youth
and a maid it came to pass that Ah Leen unconsciously yielded to Ming
Hoan her heart and Ming Hoan as unconsciously yielded his to her.
After the yielding they became conscious. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 270 | Author: | Foreman, Grant | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | The Last of the Five Tribes | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | THE year 1906 marks the last page in the life history of the five
civilized tribes of Indians. These once powerful tribes have abandoned
their identity and institutions, and have severed the bonds which for
many years have held the individuals together as tribes. Their
condition was not brought about by their own desires; it is but a
melancholy repetition of history—the inevitable result of close
contact of the white man with the red man. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 271 | Author: | Gill, William Fearing | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Edgar Allan Poe—After Fifty Years | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | WHEN Rufus W. Griswold, "the pedagogue vampire," as he was aptly
termed by one of his contemporaries, committed the immortal infamy
of blighting a collection of Edgar Allan Poe's works, which he
found ready at hand, by supplementing his perfunctory labors with
a calumniating memoir of the poet, nearly fifty years ago, there
were many protests uttered by the poet's contemporaries at home and
abroad. Charles Baudelaire, the Poe of French literature, in his
tribute to the dead poet, indignantly wrote: "What is the matter
with America? Are there, then, no regulations there to keep the
curs out of the cemeteries?" In view of the fact that the Griswold
biography of Poe has been incontestably discredited, and proved to
be merely a scaffolding of malevolent falsehoods—the outcome of
malice and mendacity—the deference paid to Griswold and his
baleful work in the memoir accompanying the latest publication of
Poe's writings seems well-nigh incomprehensible. Professor
Woodberry excuses the detractions of Poe's vilifier, "in view of
the contemporary uncertainty of Poe's fame, the difficulty of
obtaining a publisher, and the fact that the editorial work was not
paid for." Most amazing reasons, indeed, in justification of
Griswold's interposition as the poet's biographer—an office that
had been specially bequeathed by the dying genius to his bosom
friend, Nathaniel P. Willis. Had Willis shirked this
responsibility, there might have been some excuse for Griswold and
his horde of gutter-snipes, who wreaked their venom upon the name
of Poe, outraging every tenet of common decency; but Willis
performed his delegated duty reverently, sympathetically, and
adequately. No publisher with any sense of justice would have
presumed to include any other memoir than that of Willis in the
original edition of Poe's works. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 275 | Author: | Gorky, Maxim | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | "Confronting Life" | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | CONFRONTING Life, two people stood—both discontent. And to the
question, "What do you expect of me?" one made answer with weary
voice: "I am distracted by the cruelty of thy contradictions. Feebly my
reason strives to understand the meaning of existence, and with
perplexing gloom my heart is filled before thee. My consciousness doth
tell me man is the highest of creations." | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 276 | Author: | Gorky, Maxim | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Personal Recollections of Anton Pavlovitch Chekhov | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | [As a narrative of the visit of the best known of Russian short
story
writers to another regarded as still greater, the following article has an
especial interest. Maxim Gorky has long been popular in this country, and
his imprisonment on the charge of conspiracy to overthrow the Government
has recently brought him into greater prominence. Chekhov's stories are
now beginning to be translated into English, and since they are much wider
in scope and more varied in style than Gorky's they are likely to find
more readers among us. According to Tolstoy Chekhov is the founder of a
new school of literature, and his influence will be lastingly felt
throughout the world. He was born in 1860, the son of a serf who had
freed himself by his own ability. He was educated as a physician in the
University of Moscow, and began to write for college journals at the age
of nineteen. His death last year is deeply regretted, since he was at the
hight of his powers of production and his stories were becoming
somewhat more optimistic in tone. The illustrations accompanying this
article are all taken from caricatures originally published in Russian
newspapers and magazines. The translation is by Lizzie B.
Gorin.—EDITOR.] | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 277 | Author: | Gorky, Maxim | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Philip Vasilyevich's Story | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | [Either on account of lack of evidence or because of the
protests of literary men and societies throughout the world, Maxim
Gorky has at last been released from prison, and he will not be
prosecuted on the charge of conspiring to overthrow the Russian
Government. It is not to be expected that his recent experiences in
the hands of the police will modify the appropriateness of the
pseudonym under which he writes, Gorky, "the Bitter One."—EDITOR.] | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 280 | Author: | Harrison, C. C. | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | A Virginia Girl in the First Year of the War. | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | THE only association I have with my old home in Virginia that is
not one of unmixed happiness relates to the time immediately
succeeding the execution of John Brown at Harper's Ferry. Our
homestead was in Fairfax, at a considerable distance from the
theater of that tragic episode; and, belonging as we did to a
family among the first in the State to manumit slaves—our
grandfather having set free those which came to him by inheritance,
and the people who served us being hired from their owners and
remaining in our employ through years of kindliest relations—there
seemed to be no especial reason for us to share in the apprehension
of an uprising by the blacks. But there was the fear—unspoken, or
pooh-poohed at by the men who served as mouth-pieces for our
community—dark, boding, oppressive, and altogether hateful. I can
remember taking it to bed with me at night, and awaking suddenly
oftentimes to confront it through a vigil of nervous terror of
which it never occurred to me to speak to any one. The notes of
whip-poor-wills in the sweet-gum swamp near the stable, the
mutterings of a distant thunder-storm, even the rustle of the night
wind in the oaks that shaded my window, filled me with nameless
dread. In the day-time it seemed impossible to associate suspicion
with those familiar tawny or sable faces that surrounded us. We
had seen them for so many years smiling or saddening with the
family joys or sorrows; they were so guileless, so patient, so
satisfied. What subtle influence was at work that should transform
them into tigers thirsting for our blood? The idea was
preposterous. But when evening came again, and with it the hour
when the colored people (who in summer and autumn weather kept
astir half the night) assembled themselves together for dance or
prayer-meeting, the ghost that refused to be laid was again at
one's elbow. Rusty bolts were drawn and rusty fire-arms loaded.
A watch was set where never before had eye or ear been lent to such
a service. Peace, in short, had flown from the borders of
Virginia. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
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