| | 42 | Author: | Anonymous | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | In a Fog  | | | | Published: | 1994 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | A FEW minutes before one o'clock on the morning of Sunday, the
8th of February, 1857, Policeman Smithers, of the Third District, was
meditatively pursuing his path of duty through the quietest streets of
Ward Five, beguiling, as usual, the weariness of his watch by
reminiscent Aethiopianisms, mellifluous in design, though not severely
artistic in execution. Passing from the turbulent precincts of Portland
and Causeway Streets, he had entered upon the solitudes of Green Street,
along which he now dragged himself dreamily enough, ever extracting
consolations from lugubrious cadences mournfully intoned. Very silent
was the neighborhood. Very dismal the night. Very dreary and damp
was Mr. Smithers; for a vile fog wrapped itself around him, filling his
body with moist misery, and his mind with anticipated rheumatic
horrors. Still he surged heavily along, tired Nature with tuneful charms
sweetly restoring. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 43 | Author: | Anonymous | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Watching the Crops | | | | Published: | 1994 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | THE members of civilized and artificially organized
communities, who buy their food at markets, can gain from their own
experience but little idea of the watchful and anxious interest
attending the care of growing crops by those populations who must
depend directly upon the product of their fields for subsistence.
To the inhabitants of purely agricultural districts a loss of the
annual harvest means deprivation, and perhaps hunger and famine;
and naturally they have a constant realization of the fact that the
welfare of their whole community is bound up in the promise of the
heading wheat and tasselling corn. Between seed-time and harvest
the husbandman's task is an incessant and arduous one. Weeds must
be kept down, every means of diminishing the ill effects of drought
or of over-moisture must be adopted, the danger from floods
obviated as far as possible, and vigilant guard kept that marauders
shall not deprive him of the reward of his labors. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 44 | Author: | Anonymous | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | The Grindwell Governing Machine | | | | Published: | 1994 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | On the other side of the Atlantic there is a populous city called
Grandville. It is, as its name indicates, a great city, — but it is said that
it thinks itself a good deal greater than it really is. I meant to say that
Grandville was its original name, and the name by which even at the
present day it is called by its own citizens. But there are certain wits, or
it may be, vulgar people, who by some process have converted this name
into Grindwell. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 45 | Author: | Anonymous | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Literary Chat | | | | Published: | 1994 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | Europe appears to be exerting more and more of an attractive
power over our literary men. Henry James has lived abroad so
long that he may almost be considered to have expatriated
himself; Bret Harte has of late years so thoroughly identified
himself with England that his stories now always appear there
before they do here; Frank Stockton is making a prolonged visit
on the other side and a newspaper paragraph announces that Mark
Twain is in Geneva so often that many believe him to have taken
up his residence there. He himself declares that it is the Alps
that draw him thither so frequently. "They follow me
everywhere," he says, "and I cannot get away from them." | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 47 | Author: | Anonymous | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Mary Somerville | | | | Published: | 1994 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | THERE have been in every age a few women of genius who have
become the successful rivals of man in the paths which they have
severally chosen. Three instances are of our time. Mrs. Browning is
called a poet even by poets; the artists admit that Rosa Bonheur is a
painter; and the mathematicians accord to Mary Somerville a high rank
among themselves. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 48 | Author: | Anonymous | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Elizabeth Sara Sheppard | | | | Published: | 1994 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | YOU ask from me some particulars of the valued life so recently
closed. Miss Sheppard was my friend of many years; I was with her to
the last hour of her existence; but this is not the time for other than a
brief notice of her career, and I comply with your request by sending
you a slight memorial, hardly full enough for publication. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 52 | Author: | Brodhead, Eva Wilder | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | The Eternal Feminine | | | | Published: | 1994 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | A faint smile glimmered across Mrs. Herritt's fair, faded face as
she sat on her porch in the waning light of the October afternoon,
rocking tranquilly, and regarding with suave interest a certain
active little scene which the main street of the Colorado town
presented. She sat long and lax in the low chair. About the soft
attenuation of her figure the folds of a daintily sprigged print
gown fell loose and starchless, with an effect frankly free of any
pretension either esthetic or modish. There was a similar accent,
artless and unfashionable, in the slack, smooth coiling of Mrs.
Herritt's heavy light hair, in which a dull fawn tint was subduing
the yellower hue of youth. She had, upon the whole, the air of one
more solicitous to please herself than the public, and the innocent
blueness of her eyes, though a little frustrated of convincing
candor by reason of the triangular droop of the lids, still added
to her outward person a final note of unaspiring simplicity. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 53 | Author: | Burnett, Frances Hodgson | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | One Day at Arle | | | | Published: | 1994 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | ONE day at Arle — a tiny scattered fishing hamlet on the north-western English coast — there stood at the door of one of the
cottages near the shore a woman leaning against the lintel-post and
looking out: a woman who would have been apt to attract a
stranger's eye, too — a woman young and handsome. This was what a
first glance would have taken in; a second would have been apt to
teach more and leave a less pleasant impression. She was young
enough to have been girlish, but she was not girlish in the least.
Her tall, lithe, well-knit figure was braced against the door-post
with a tense sort of strength; her handsome face was just at this
time as dark and hard in expression as if she had been a woman with
years of bitter life behind her; her handsome brows were knit, her
lips were set; from head to foot she looked unyielding and stern of
purpose. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 55 | Author: | Burnett, Frances Hodgson | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | A Little Princess | | | | Published: | 1994 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | Once on a dark winter's day, when the yellow fog hung so thick
and heavy in the streets of London that the lamps were lighted and the
shop windows blazed with gas as they do at night, an odd-looking little
girl sat in a cab with her father and was driven rather slowly through the
big thoroughfares. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 56 | Author: | Burroughs, Edgar Rice, 1875-1950 | Requires cookie* | | | 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 |
| 58 | Author: | Burnett, Frances Hodgson | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | The Woman Who Saved Me | | | | Published: | 1994 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | THE medical man was holding my wrist and talking, and I was not
listening. In the first place, I knew more about myself than he could tell
me; in the second, I should scarcely have understood what he was saying
if I had listened; and in the third, I was in so listless and indifferent a
condition of mind that I did not care to listen — did not care to answer --did not even care to look, as I was half unconsciously looking at the
dead brown leaves twisting in the eddying wind that whirled them down
the street. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 60 | Author: | Carleton, S. | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | The Lame Priest | | | | Published: | 1994 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | If the air had not been December's, I should have said there
was balm in it. Balm there was, to me, in the sight of the road
before me. The first snow of winter had been falling for an hour
or more; the barren hill was white with it. What wind there was
was behind me, and I stopped to look my fill. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
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