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301Author:  Howells, W. D.Add
 Title:  Frank Norris  
 Published:  1996 
 Subjects:  University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text 
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302Author:  Ingersoll, Robert G.Add
 Title:  Tolstoy and "The Kreutzer Sonata"  
 Published:  1996 
 Subjects:  University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text 
 Description: COUNT TOLSTOÏ is a man of genius. He is acquainted with Russian life from the highest to the lowest—that is to say, from the worst to the best. He knows the vices of the rich and the virtues of the poor. He is a Christian, a real believer in the Old and New Testaments, an honest follower of the Peasant of Palestine. He denounces luxury and ease, art and music; he regards a flower with suspicion, believing that beneath every blossom lies a coiled serpent. He agrees with Lazarus and denounces Dives and the tax-gatherers. He is opposed, not only to doctors of divinity, but of medicine.
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303Author:  James, WilliamAdd
 Title:  The Varieties of Religious Experience  
 Published:  1996 
 Subjects:  University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text 
 Description: IT is with no small amount of trepidation that I take my place behind this desk, and face this learned audience. To us Americans, the experience of receiving instruction from the living voice, as well as from the books, of European scholars, is very familiar. At my own University of Harvard, not a winter passes without its harvest, large or small, of lectures from Scottish, English, French, or German representatives of the science or literature of their respective countries whom we have either induced to cross the ocean to address us, or captured on the wing as they were visiting our land. It seems the natural thing for us to listen whilst the Europeans talk. The contrary habit, of talking whilst the Europeans listen, we have not yet acquired; and in him who first makes the adventure it begets a certain sense of apology being due for so presumptuous an act. Particularly must this be the case on a soil as sacred to the American imagination as that of Edinburgh. The glories of the philosophic chair of this university were deeply impressed on my imagination in boyhood. Professor Fraser's Essays in Philosophy, then just published, was the first philosophic book I ever looked into, and I well remember the awestruck feeling I received from the account of Sir William Hamilton's classroom therein contained. Hamilton's own lectures were the first philosophic writings I ever forced myself to study, and after that I was immersed in Dugald Stewart and Thomas Brown. Such juvenile emotions of reverence never get outgrown; and I confess that to find my humble self promoted from my native wilderness to bc actually for the time an official here, and transmuted into a colleague of these illustrious names, carries with it a sense of dreamland quite as much as of reality.
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304Author:  Jewett, Sarah OrneAdd
 Title:  The Passing of Sister Barsett  
 Published:  1996 
 Subjects:  University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text 
 Description: MRS. MERCY CRANE was of such firm persuasion that a house is meant to be lived in, that during many years she was never known to leave her own neat two-storied dwelling place on the Ridge road. Yet she was very fond of company, and in pleasant weather often sat in the side doorway looking out on her green yard, where the grass grew short and thick and was undisfigured even by a path toward the steps. All her faded green blinds were securely tied together and knotted on the inside by pieces of white tape; but now and then, when the sun was not too hot for her carpets, she opened one window at a time for a few hours, having pronounced views upon the necessity of light and air. Although Mrs. Crane was acknowledged by her best friends to be a peculiar person and very set in her ways, she was much respected, and one acquaintance vied with another in making up for her melancholy seclusion by bringing her all the news they could gather. She had been left alone many years before by the sudden death of her husband from sunstroke, and though she was by no means poor, she had, as someone said, "such a pretty way of taking a little present that you couldn't help being pleased when you gave her anything."
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305Author:  Jewett, Sarah OrneAdd
 Title:  The Queen's Twin  
 Published:  1996 
 Subjects:  University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text 
 Description: THE coast of Maine was in former years brought so near to foreign shores by its busy fleet of ships that among the older men and women one still finds a surprising proportion of travelers. Each seaward stretching headland with its high-set houses, each island of a single farm, has sent its spies to view many a land of Eshcol. One may see plain, contented old faces at the windows, whose eyes have looked at far-away ports, and known the splendors of the Eastern world. They shame the easy voyager of the North Atlantic and the Mediterranean; they have rounded the Cape of Good Hope and braved the angry seas of Cape Horn in small wooden ships; they have brought up their hardy boys and girls on narrow decks; they were among the last of the Northmen's children to go adventuring to unknown shores. More than this one cannot give to a young state for its enlightenment. The sea captains and the captains' wives of Maine knew something of the wide world, and never mistook their native parishes for the whole instead of a part thereof; they knew not only Thomaston and Castine and Portland, but London and Bristol and Bordeaux, and the strange-mannered harbors of the China Sea.
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306Author:  Johnston, CharlesAdd
 Title:  Count Tolstoy at Home  
 Published:  1996 
 Subjects:  University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text 
 Description: WHILE I was reading "What is Art?" it occurred to me that it would be a very interesting thing if one could get a sense of Tolstoy's personality, and his surroundings,—something comparable in vividness and truth to the innumerable portraits in his own books. The study of a work so sincere, so full of power, so overburdened even with moral earnestness, and representing, as its author says, the work and the best thought of fifteen years, brings with it an almost irresistible curiosity to look through the page to the man behind it.
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307Author:  Jones, WilliamAdd
 Title:  In the Name of His Ancestor  
 Published:  1996 
 Subjects:  University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text 
 Description: TELL me, mother, what is keeping my father away so late to-night?
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308Author:  Kin, YameiAdd
 Title:  The Pride of His House: A Story of Honolulu's Chinatown  
 Published:  1996 
 Subjects:  University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text 
 Description: IN one corner of the picturesque city of Honolulu may be found a home like so many other Chinese homes of men who have gone abroad to seek a livelihood. Over the general merchandise and drygoods store of Li Sing Hing is a suite of apartments reached by a flight of steep stairs, scarcely more than a ladder. The first room at the head of the stairs is quite large, and used for a reception room or parlor, and furnished according to the taste and means of the master. One side was occupied with an old-fashioned set of three straight chairs and a capacious sofa, all upholstered in green reps. A grandfather's clock stood in the corner, slowly ticking the time away. Various chromos such as Wide Awake, Fast Asleep, Christ Before Pilate and other specimens of European art adorned the walls, for Ah Sing had a fair knowledge of the English language, and was considered one of the most enterprising merchants. Several bright colored carpet rugs were spread over the cool, light matting. But on the other side of the room Ah Sing had let his soul down from the mazes of Western civilization which he was earnestly trying to master by hanging up a couple of scroll pictures in the usual style of Chinese water-color painting. The landscape scenes reminded him of the hills around the village from which he had come, and where he hoped some day his bones might repose beside those of his ancestors. Under these scrolls stood a pair of beautifully carved teak wood Chinese chairs, with a small square tea table to match between. The most highly prized article was a long panel, on which was written a sentence from the ancient classics. The firm yet graceful lines of the characters made almost a picture in themselves, and showed a master's scholarly hand. Every time Ah Sing read the sentiment, "The superior man preserves harmony," he recalled the face of his old teacher as he amplified the terse statements of the ancients, and with much note and comment revealed the full extent of wisdom inclosed; how he had emphasized the duties a man owed to his ancestors and the obligation to leave a posterity, which should perform the same duties, so that the spirits of the departed should not wander homeless and hungry without a son to offer sacrifices to them. This was to be remembered in the midst of striving for the calm and dignity that belonged to the superior man. But it was so easy to for-[illustration omitted] get in the new life he was surrounded with, just as the old green rep sofa was the most natural thing to drop into on entering the room, rather than the stately carved Chinese chairs. Sundry pieces of bric-a-brac stood on brackets and what-nots around the room. Pink and blue Dresden shepherdesses jostled mandarins in full official costume. A group of the Eight Immortals smiled benignly at terra cotta figures of dancing girls and a Dutch flute player. But the special article of pride was a great glass chandelier hung in the middle of the room, full of many sparkling pendants. These failed to relieve altogether the cold whiteness which reminded one too forcibly of a funeral; hence, several little red baskets filled with gay artificial flowers and with red and green tassels attached, and in addition three or four [illustration omitted] rows of pink flowered globes off a job lot of hand-lamps that he had bought at an auction, so that when the chandelier was lighted up the bits of color made it truly Oriental in effect. Under the chandelier stood a round, inlaid table also handsomely carved, for the master had prospered in his business and could afford much more display than he ordinarily made. The windows overlooked a small back yard filled with rows of pot plants and a few shrubs, but mostly boxes and things out of the store occupied the available space. To the left a door ajar showed a kitchen with an array of brass and copper sauce-pans and an earthen range with its big hole for the rice pot, and smaller holes for the other things. Wood chopped fine was piled up ready to stick into the spaces under the holes to furnish heat to cook with. This was an improved range and had a hood connected with the chimney in the back, so that no smoke could escape to blacken the room, as with many of the common ranges. The pictures of the kitchen god and goddess were pasted up as usual over a small shelf, bearing an offering of rice and wine and lighted tapers floated in a cup of nut oil.
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309Author:  Levick, Milne B.Add
 Title:  Frank Norris  
 Published:  1996 
 Subjects:  University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text 
 Description: FRANK NORRIS has been dead over two years. The rush of faddists, of readers of new books only, has passed. Norris has been honored with a limited, and, alas! complete edition. But his books are still in demand, and if, as he thought, in the end the people are always right, Norris will not soon be forgotten.
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310Author:  Lothrop, Harriet Mulford Stone; Coolidge, Susan; Miller, Joaquin; Powelson, Mrs. Amy Therese; etc.Add
 Title:  Twilight stories  
 Published:  1996 
 Subjects:  University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text 
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311Author:  Melville, Herman, 1819-1891Add
 Title:  The Confidence-Man  
 Published:  1996 
 Subjects:  University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text 
 Description: AT sunrise on a first of April there appeared, suddenly as Manco Capac at the lake Titicaca, a man in cream-colors, at the water-side in the city of St. Louis.
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312Author:  Neihardt, John G.Add
 Title:  To a Cat  
 Published:  1996 
 Subjects:  University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text 
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313Author:  Neihardt, John G.Add
 Title:  The Last Thunder Song  
 Published:  1996 
 Subjects:  University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text 
 Description: IT is an ancient custom to paint tragedy in blood tints. This is because men were once merely animals, and have not as yet been able to live down their ancestry.
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314Author:  Neihardt, John G.Add
 Title:  "The Fading of Shadow Flower"  
 Published:  1996 
 Subjects:  University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text 
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315Author:  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.
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316Author:  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.
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317Author:  Norris, FrankAdd
 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.
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318Author:  Oskison, John M.Add
 Title:  The Apples of Hesperides, Kansas  
 Published:  1996 
 Subjects:  University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text 
 Description: A COOL, racing wind brought to their ears the sound of the locomotive's whistle. It came to them across ten miles of level prairie, a thin, faint blast. It was the supper call to the graders and track-layers who were pushing the newest railroad across the short grass country of southwestern Kansas. Darkness was closing down over the wide plain.
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319Author:  Oskison, John M.Add
 Title:  The Biologist's Quest  
 Published:  1996 
 Subjects:  University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text 
 Description: JAKE was a collector of small mammal skins for the Smithsonian authorities in Washington and for the British Museum. His work had been done mainly in the mountains of Southern California and on the big stretches of Arizona deserts. In the winter of 1895 there was a good deal of heated discussion between professor McLean of the Pennsylvania Scientific Society and one of the scientists at Washington, over the question of whether or not a certain species of short tailed rat still existed in the Lower California Peninsula. The Smithsonian authority believed that it did, from reports sent in by Aldrich, who had collected in the Southwest until 1893, when he was killed by a superstitious Mexican. The rat, if it existed, was a curious survival, and the scientist who could secure and classify it would earn an enviable reputation. So Lake, in the early spring, received orders to go down into the Lower California region and make a thorough search, following Aldrich's lead.
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320Author:  Oskison, John M.Add
 Title:  Young Henry and the Old Man  
 Published:  1996 
 Subjects:  University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text 
 Description: THE ranchman and I were discussing courage. I had that day seen young Henry Thomas mount and ride a horse which had bucked in a way to impress the imagination. I spoke of it.
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