| | 182 | Author: | Thoreau, Henry David | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Civil Disobedience  | | | | Published: | 1998 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | I heartily accept the motto, "That government is best
which governs least"; and I should like to see it acted up
to more rapidly and systematically. Carried out, it finally
amounts to this, which also I believe — "That government is
best which governs not at all"; and when men are prepared
for it, that will be the kind of government which the will
have. Government is at best but an expedient; but most
governments are usually, and all governments are sometimes,
inexpedient. The objections which have been brought against
a standing army, and they are many and weighty, and deserve
to prevail, may also at last be brought against a standing
government. The standing army is only an arm of the
standing government. The government itself, which is only
the mode which the people have chosen to execute their will,
is equally liable to be abused and perverted before the
people can act through it. Witness the present Mexican war,
the work of comparatively a few individuals using the
standing government as their tool; for in the outset, the
people would not have consented to this measure. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 183 | Author: | Alcott, Louisa May, 1832-1888 | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | The Blind Lark / Alcott, Louisa M.; illustrated by W. H. Drake | | | | Published: | 1998 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | HIGH up in an old house, full of poor people, lived Lizzie, with her mother and
baby Billy. The street was a narrow, noisy place, where carts rumbled and dirty
children played; where the sun seldom shone, the fresh wind seldom blew, and the
white snow of winter was turned at once to black mud. One bare room was Lizzie's
home, and out of it she seldom went, for she was a prisoner. We all pity the
poor princesses who were shut up in towers by bad fairies, the men and women in
jails, and the little birds in cages, but Lizzie was a sadder prisoner than any
of these. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 189 | Author: | Freeman, Mary Eleanor Wilkins, 1852-1930 | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | The Yates Pride | | | | Published: | 1998 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | OPPOSITE Miss Eudora Yates's old colonial mansion was the perky
modern Queen Anne residence of Mrs. Joseph Glynn. Mrs. Glynn had a
daughter, Ethel, and an un-married sister, Miss Julia Esterbrook. All
three were fond of talking, and had many callers who liked to hear the
feebly effervescent news of Well-wood. This afternoon three ladies
were there: Miss Abby Simson, Mrs. John Bates, and Mrs. Edward Lee.
They sat in the Glynn sitting-room, which shrilled with treble voices as
if a flock of sparrows had settled therein. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 190 | Author: | Locke, William John | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | The Fortunate Youth | | | | Published: | 1998 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | PAUL KEGWORTHY lived with his mother, Mrs. Button, his stepfather, Mr. Button,
and six little Buttons, his half brothers and sisters. His was not an ideal
home; it consisted in a bedroom, a kitchen and a scullery in a grimy little
house in a grimy street made up of rows of exactly similar grimy little houses,
and forming one of a hundred similar streets in a northern manufacturing town.
Mr. and Mrs. Button worked in a factory and took in as lodgers grimy single men
who also worked in factories. They were not a model couple; they were rather, in
fact, the scandal of Budge Street, which did not itself enjoy, in Bludston, a
reputation for holiness. Neither was good to look upon. Mr. Button, who was
Lancashire bred and born, divided the yearnings of his spirit between strong
drink and dog-fights. Mrs. Button, a viperous Londoner, yearned for noise. When
Mr. Button came home drunk he punched his wife about the head and kicked her
about the body, while they both exhausted the vocabulary of vituperation of
North and South, to the horror and edification of the neighbourhood. When Mr.
Button was sober Mrs. Button chastised little Paul. She would have done so when
Mr. Button was drunk, but she had not the time. The periods, therefore, of his
mother's martyrdom were those of Paul's enfranchisement. If he saw his
stepfather come down the street with
steady gait, he fled in terror; if he saw him reeling homeward he lingered about
with light and joyous heart. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 193 | Author: | Twain, Mark, 1835-1910 | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Roughing It | | | | Published: | 1998 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | MY brother had just been appointed Secretary of Nevada
Territory—an office of such majesty that it concentrated in itself
the duties and dignities of Treasurer, Comptroller, Secretary of
State, and Acting Governor in the Governor's absence. A salary of
eighteen hundred dollars a year and the title of "Mr. Secretary,"
gave to the great position an air of wild and imposing grandeur. I
was young and ignorant, and I envied my brother. I coveted his
distinction and his financial splendor, but particularly and
especially the long, strange journey he was going to make, and the
curious new world he was going to explore. He was going to
travel! I never had been away from home, and that word "travel"
had a seductive charm for me. Pretty soon he would be hundreds
and hundreds of miles away on the great plains and deserts, and
among the mountains of the Far West, and would see buffaloes and
Indians, and prairie dogs, and antelopes, and have all kinds of
adventures, and may be get hanged or scalped, and have ever such
a fine time, and write home and tell us all about it, and be a hero.
And he would see the gold mines and the silver mines, and maybe
go about of an afternoon when his work was done, and pick up two
or three pailfuls of shining slugs, and nuggets of gold and silver on
the hillside. And by and by he would become very rich, and return
home by sea, and be able to talk as calmly about San Francisco and
the ocean, and "the isthmus" as if it was nothing of any
consequence to have seen those marvels face to face. What I
suffered in contemplating his happiness, pen cannot describe. And
so, when he offered me, in cold blood, the sublime position of
private secretary under him, it appeared to me that
the heavens and the earth passed away, and the firmament was
rolled together as a scroll! I had nothing more to desire. My
contentment was complete.
At the end of an hour or two I was ready for the journey. Not
much packing up was necessary, because we were going in the
overland stage from the Missouri frontier to Nevada, and
passengers were only allowed a small quantity of baggage apiece.
There was no Pacific railroad in those fine times of ten or twelve
years ago—not a single rail of it. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 195 | Author: | Zerbe, J. S. | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Aeroplanes | | | | Published: | 1998 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | THE "SCIENCE" OF AVIATION.—It may be
doubted whether there is such a thing as a "science
of aviation." Since Langley, on May 6,
1896, flew a motor-propelled tandem monoplane
for a minute and an half, without a pilot, and the
Wright Brothers in 1903 succeeded in flying a
bi-plane with a pilot aboard, the universal opinion
has been, that flying machines, to be successful,
must follow the structural form of birds, and
that shape has everything to do with flying. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 197 | Author: | Ceasar, Samson | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Liberian letters: Samson Ceasar to David S. Haselden 1834
February 7 | | | | Published: | 1998 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | UVA-LIB-Liberianletters | | | | Description: | I embrace this opportunity to inform you that I am well at this time
hoping that these few lines may find you enjoying the
Same
blessing after
fifty sixt days on the ocean we all landed
Safe in
monrovia
I was very Sick on board of the vessle
but I thank god that he has taken Cear of me untill the present time I
hav Seen Agreate manys things Since I left home that
I never would of Seen in
Buchannon
it
urengs to mind the words of Solomon that the eye is not satisfide with Seeing nor the eare with
hearing I must say that I am as well pleasd as I expeced to
be in
Liberia
we hav most all had the fever and hav lost four of our number one woman about Seventy five two
Children under twelve allSo the
Rev
Mr Rigt
[1] one of our misenarys lost his wife and we may Say She is aloss to
africa
but we hav evry reson to belive that she
is at rest the balance is all on the mend this is my twenty fourth day Since I first was
takin and I thank god that I hav not kept my bed one hole day at atime the people do die through imprudence we
hav the best
docter that ever was in this place I can not tell you much about
africa
I hav not been from
Monrovia Since I landed I
must Say that the people are doing better than I expected them
two agreat many of them got rich Since they
came to
Liberia
their is Some that are doing bad like in all other
places I think from what I hav Seen and heard that any body Can liv in this place if they will be industrous
the natives are numerous in this place and they do
the most of the work for the people in this place
they will Steal every Chance They they hav they are most all Croomen[2]
in respect to my Self I think
that I Could make an independent living if I was to put
my Self about it but as my intention was to Spend
and be Spent for god I feal like standing to my
post I hav not been employd by the
methodist yet the Presbytterians offer to take me in to their famely and Support me and give me the best education that they
Can their is four in famely two white men one white woman and one Coloured man
they hav treated me with greate kindness and
all So the methodist the methodist
preachers are plenty in this place and their is
not as larg A field in
monrovia
as would I wish to find and be
spent for god our methodist bishup told me that as soon as he got over the fever he
would find me A Station I Can not tell you
at this time what parte of
africa
I will be placd
in I will write when I can tell you more A bout
it you must excuse bad writing and
all So bad Spelling I must
come to A close | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 198 | Author: | Ceasar, Samson | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Liberian letters: Samson Ceasar to Henry F. Westfall 1834 March
18 | | | | Published: | 1998 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | UVA-LIB-Liberianletters | | | | Description: | I embrace the opper tunity to let you no that I send this paper to
Adam Carper
I am on my road to
Calwell
and met the oppertunity to send one
paper home please to send it to him
youy
you must excuse me for not writing more and better my company is wating to go to
Calwell
I
hav not been there yet
but am on my road at this time.
tell
Adam to read the news of Africa and let his friends read the same and all so his neighbours I did not
no when I wrote to
Daniel that I could get A paper to send home my Company is waiting on me and I must Stop
the writing is bad the Spelling is bad and the lines
Crocked. The
indorcment on the paper is put on by one of
our store keepers pardon me for not senen sending you A paper | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 199 | Author: | Ceasar, Samson | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Liberian letters: Samson Ceasar to Henry F. Westfall 1834 April 1 | | | | Published: | 1998 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | UVA-LIB-Liberianletters | | | | Description: | I embrace this oppertunity to inform you
that I am well hoping that these few lines may find you all in good helth I wrote to you by the same ship that I came
in and I now hav the oppertunity of writing to you by a vessel that
brough out emegrants
from
baltimore
to
Cape Palmus
About five hundred miles from
monrovia
their is anumber
gon from this place to
Cape Palmus
as I wrote before I can not tell you
much About the Country as their has been so many
people died in this place I though I would not
expose my Self in travling So I hav not been from the
Cape
we have vessels coming in harber
All most every
weak from
urope
no man could tell what trade is going on in Africa unless he could See it I
hav seen so many Strang
things Since I left home that evry thing
be comes
old when I first Saw the nativs
all naked I though that I never could get ust to it but
it is an old saing use is second nature I do not mind to See them now
if I could talk with you face to face and tell you
about the nativs you would not belive
me to See their cloth that they make and other
Articue els that they make you would be
Supprised To be Short, their natturel
talants are grate
in deed Some of them can read and write.
I am sory to
tell you that we hav lost the Rev
Mr. Wright
after he lost his wife he had got on so fare that he came to Church and he took re laps and on the 21 of march he fell Asleep in
Jesus
arms ware
Sickneys and Sorrow pain
and Death are felt and feard no more
Mr. Spaulding is very low at this time and all
so the Single Lady, but She Says Se would
Sooner Die than to go back and discurage the
mishen it seem
all most
imposable for white men to liv here but still their is A greate many on the cost at
the
British Colenny
their is a greate many
white people in short they are coming and going out and in Monrovia most evry day
we hav lost but five out of our number yet but
God only noes how Soon Some
more of us will
hav to go but thank God it is
as nigh to havin in
africa
as it is in
America
the time is not
fare distant when
Gabril
will sound the
Trump and gether us all
together O that I may be so hapy to meet you and
all your
famely on the Right hand of God and all So all my neighbours
ware we can enjoy the company of each other for
ever and we will be clear of truble for ever
and we will see our God face to face and live for
ever.
O Henry when
I look back and reflect on the many
ours I spent with you and your famely I am led to wish that I could see you all but we are
severl thousand miles Apart at this time
the Captain of our ship says it is five thousand and six hu ndred miles from Norfolk to
Liberia
he can measure A mile on sea as correct as you can on
land I want you to write to me as often as you
can vessels are coming from the United States
evry
month let me no all about
the people how many
hav died and who they are and how many hav
mared and who they are and who was elected to
the next Legislature. Write evry thing [HOLE IN
MS] [HOLE] fit to write and I will do the same. [HOLE]
Give my love to your
wife and mothernlaw tell them to pray for
me I often think of you all
giv my love to Simon and
Harison
and to
Bety
tell them that I want them to have good education and good Religion
Against I come to
America
Giv my love to your Father and
Step mother tell them I often think of them
Tell them to pray for me Giv my love to the
Boys and tell them if they ever want to see any
thing to leave
Buchannon
giv my love to all the Children to Philip Reger with all his family and to Mr Haselden and Goff
and all inquireing
friends Tell Lydia that their was A vessel from
Jermany
landed here About ten days Ago and I never saw better looking men
in my life than some of them ware if She wants
a Jerman and
will write to me I will try to send
hur one for I think they will suit hur Tell
hur Above all things to get religion so that she may
Save hur
sole May the Lord bless you all and save you is my
pray for Christ's
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| 200 | Author: | Ceasar, Samson | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Liberian letters: Samson Ceasar to Henry F. Westfall 1835 March 5 | | | | Published: | 1998 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | UVA-LIB-Liberianletters | | | | Description: | I Embrace the opper tunity to inform you that
I am well hoping that these few lines will find you all
well I hav written to you
not long Since I will not write but a short
letter I want to in
form you that I hav received but two letters
from you since I landed I hav written as many as a dozen to you you
hav no excuse for not writing
vessels are coming from the
united states
everry month
the most of the vessels are from New York
with out it is and Emigrant vessel
they are mostly from
Norfolk
three of our Preachers are expected to
l Sail from Liberia to
new york
to morrow in order to bring their
familys to Liberia to
remain for life one is a white man
Super intender of the Methodis
Epistal Episcopal Church Several more of the people in this place are going I can not tell when I will start to come to
America I am employed to teach
school I do not know when I can come but if God
Spares me I hope to See you all in this world
if not I hope to see you in a
better world than this
I hav been to
one Camp meeting in
Liberia
I must say I never was at a Camp meeting in my life that
people acted better
it has been very sickly here for a
bout three month many
hav gone to eternity in that time I thank God that I am still living
Giv my lov to Mother Eade
an to David and his wife
tell them that I am well and doing well I am still striving to serv the
Lord in my weak manner and to Preach the Gospel
also
giv my best lov to all the
family tell them I often think about
them and would like to see them all but the proud ocean rolls between
us tho the ocean bet between us roll friendship shall unite our
souls giv my lov to your
wife and
and Children and to Miss Lydia
Simmons to all your friends and to all
the neighbours I will send your father one of our
herbals I hav not time to
write much now please to excuse me
as for you my best lov is alway with you I want you to write as often as possible and I will do the
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