| | 184 | Author: | Peacock, Thomas Love | Add | | | Title: | Maid Marian  | | | | Published: | 1997 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | "THE abbot, in his alb arrayed," stood at the altar in the
abbey-chapel of Rubygill, with all his plump, sleek, rosy friars, in
goodly lines disposed, to solemnise the nuptials of the beautiful
Matilda Fitzwater, daughter of the Baron of Arlingford, with the noble
Robert Fitz-Ooth, Earl of Locksley and Huntingdon. The abbey of Rubygill
stood in a picturesque valley, at a little distance from the western
boundary of Sherwood Forest, in a spot which seemed adapted by nature to
be the retreat of monastic mortification, being on the banks of a fine
trout-stream, and in the midst of woodland coverts, abounding with
excellent game. The bride, with her father and attendant maidens,
entered the chapel;
but the earl had not arrived. The baron was amazed, and the bridemaidens
were disconcerted. Matilda feared that some evil had befallen her lover,
but felt no diminution of her confidence in his honour and love. Through
the open gates of the chapel she looked down the narrow road that wound
along the side of the hill; and her ear was the first that heard the
distant trampling of horses, and her eye was the first that caught the
glitter of snowy plumes, and the light of polished spears. "It is
strange," thought the baron, "that the earl should come in this martial
array to his wedding;" but he had not long to meditate on the
phenomenon, for the foaming steeds swept up to the gate like a
whirlwind, and the earl, breathless with speed, and followed by a few of
his yeomen, advanced to his smiling bride. It was then no time to ask
questions, for the organ was in full peal, and the choristers were in
full voice. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 187 | Author: | Prime, William C. | Add | | | Title: | Tent Life in the Holy Land | | | | Published: | 1997 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | [from Chapter 1, "Nunc Dimittis Domine!"]
To see the sun go down beyond the Sepulchre and rise over the mountain of the Ascension, to bare
my forehead to the cold dews of Gethsemane, and lave my dim eyes in the waters of Siloam, to sleep
in the company of the infinite host above the oaks of Mamre, and to lie in the starlight of Bethlehem
and catch, however faintly, some notes of the voices of the angels, to wash off the dust of life in the
Jordan, to cool my hot lips at the well of Samaria, to hear the murmur of Gennesareth, giving me
blessed sleep — was not all this worth dreaming of — worth living for — was it not worth dying
for? | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 191 | Author: | Scull, Guy H. | Add | | | Title: | Lassoing Wild Animals In Africa | | | | Published: | 1997 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | IT was a special train—loaded to capacity with horses and dogs, camp
baggage, moving-picture cameras, cowboys, photographers, and porters;
and when it pulled out of the Nairobi station on the way to the "up
country" of British East Africa, the period of preparation passed away
and the time of action began. As the faces of the people on the platform
glided by the window of the slowly moving carriage, there was good will
written on all of them; but also unbelief. There was no doubt as to
what they thought of Buffalo Jones's expedition that was setting out to
rope and tie and photograph the wild animals of the East African Veldt. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 194 | Author: | Shillaber, Benjamin Penhallow | Add | | | Title: | Life and Sayings of Mrs. Partington and others of the family | | | | Published: | 1997 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | Illustrated capital N in which Mrs. Partington and Ike look out the window at the cat hanging
in the tree.
NOW, Isaac," said Mrs. Partington, as she came into the room
with a basket snugly covered over, "take our Tabby, and drop her
somewhere, and see that she don't come back again, for I am sick
and tired of driving her out of the butter. She is the thievinest
creatur! But don't hurt her, Isaac; only take care that she don't
come back." | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 196 | Author: | Stewart, Donald Ogden | Add | | | Title: | A Parody Outline of History | | | | Published: | 1997 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | On a memorable evening in the year 1904
I witnessed the opening performance of
Maude Adams in "Peter Pan''. Nothing in
the world can describe the tremendous enthusiasm
of that night! I shall never forget
the moment when Peter came to the front of
the stage and asked the audience if we believed
in fairies. I am happy to say that I
was actually the first to respond. Leaping at
once out of my seat, I shouted "Yes—Yes!''
To my intense pleasure the whole house almost
instantly followed my example, with the
exception of one man. This man was sitting
directly in front of me. His lack of enthusiasm
was to me incredible. I pounded him on
the back and shouted, "Great God, man, are
you alive! Wake up! Hurrah for the fairies!
Hurrah!'' Finally he uttered a rather feeble
"Hurrah!'' Childe Roland to the dark tower
came. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 197 | Author: | Stewart, Calvin | Add | | | Title: | Uncle Josh Weathersby's "Punkin Centre Stories" | | | | Published: | 1997 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | THE author was born in Virginia, on a little patch of land, so poor
we had to fertilize it to make brick. Our family, while having cast
their fortunes with the South, was not a family ruined by the war; we
did not have anything when the war commenced, and so we held our own. I
secured a common school education, and at the age of twelve I left home,
or rather home left me—things just petered out. I was slush cook on an
Ohio River Packet; check clerk in a stave and heading camp in the knobs
of Tennessee, Virginia and Georgia; I helped lay the track of the M. K.
& T. R. R., and was chambermaid in a livery stable. Made my first
appearance on the stage at the National Theatre in Cincinnati, Ohio, and
have since then chopped cord wood, worked in a coal mine, made cross
ties (and walked them), worked on a farm, taught a district school (made
love to the big girls), run a
threshing machine, cut bands, fed the machine and ran the engine. Have
been a freight and passenger brakeman, fired and ran a locomotive; also
a freight train conductor and check clerk in a freight house; worked on
the section; have been a shot gun messenger for the Wells, Fargo
Company. Have been with a circus, minstrels, farce comedy, burlesque
and dramatic productions; have been with good shows, bad shows, medicine
shows, and worse, and some shows where we had landlords singing in the
chorus. Have played variety houses and vaudeville houses; have slept in
a box car one night, and a swell hotel the next; have been a traveling
salesman (could spin as many yarns as any of them). For the past four
years have made the Uncle Josh stories for the talking machine. The Lord
only knows what next! | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 198 | Author: | Tarkington, Booth, 1869-1946 | Add | | | Title: | Alice Adams | | | | Published: | 1997 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | THE patient, an old-fashioned man, thought
the nurse made a mistake in keeping both of
the windows open, and her sprightly disregard
of his protests added something to his hatred
of her. Every evening he told her that anybody
with ordinary gumption ought to realize that night
air was bad for the human frame. "The human
frame won't stand everything, Miss Perry,'' he
warned her, resentfully. "Even a child, if it had
just ordinary gumption, ought to know enough not to
let the night air blow on sick people—yes, nor well
people, either! `Keep out of the night air, no matter
how well you feel.' That's what my mother used to
tell me when I was a boy. `Keep out of the night
air, Virgil,' she'd say. `Keep out of the night air.' '' | | | Similar Items: | Find |
|
