| | 22 | Author: | Burnett, Frances Hodgson | Add | | | Title: | The Dawn of A To-morrow  | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | THERE are always two ways of
looking at a thing, frequently
there are six or seven; but two ways
of looking at a London fog are quite
enough. When it is thick and yellow
in the streets and stings a man's
throat and lungs as he breathes it, an
awakening in the early morning is
either an unearthly and grewsome,
or a mysteriously enclosing, secluding,
and comfortable thing. If one
awakens in a healthy body, and with
a clear brain rested by normal sleep
and retaining memories of a normally
agreeable yesterday, one may lie watching
the housemaid building the fire;
and after she has swept the hearth
and put things in order, lie watching
the flames of the blazing and crackling
wood catch the coals and set them
blazing also, and dancing merrily and
filling corners with a glow; and in so
lying and realizing that leaping light
and warmth and a soft bed are good
things, one may turn over on one's
back, stretching arms and legs
luxuriously, drawing deep breaths and
smiling at a knowledge of the fog
outside which makes half-past eight
o'clock on a December morning as
dark as twelve o'clock on a December
night. Under such conditions
the soft, thick, yellow gloom has its
picturesque and even humorous aspect.
One feels enclosed by it at once
fantastically and cosily, and is inclined
to revel in imaginings of the picture
outside, its Rembrandt lights and
orange yellows, the halos about the
street-lamps, the illumination of shop-windows, the flare of torches stuck
up over coster barrows and coffee-stands, the shadows on the faces of
the men and women selling and buying
beside them. Refreshed by sleep
and comfort and surrounded by light,
warmth, and good cheer, it is easy to
face the day, to confront going out
into the fog and feeling a sort of
pleasure in its mysteries. This is one
way of looking at it, but only one. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 25 | Author: | Burnett, Frances Hodgson | Add | | | Title: | T. Tembarom | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | THE boys at the Brooklyn public school which
he attended did not know what the "T."
stood for. He would never tell them. All
he said in reply to questions was: "It don't
stand for nothin'. You+'ve gotter have a'
'nitial, ain't you?" His name was, in fact,
an almost inevitable school-boy modification
of one felt to be absurd and pretentious.
His Christian name was Temple, which became
"Temp." His surname was Barom,
so he was at once "Temp Barom." In the natural tendency to
avoid waste of time it was pronounced as one word, and the
letter p being superfluous and cumbersome, it easily settled itself
into "Tembarom," and there remained. By much less inevitable
processes have surnames evolved themselves as centuries rolled
by. Tembarom liked it, and soon almost forgot he had ever
been called anything else. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 26 | Author: | Canfield, Dorothy | Add | | | Title: | Petunias — That's for Remembrance | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | IT was a place to which, as a dreamy, fanciful child escaping from
nurse-maid and governess, Virginia had liked to climb on hot summer
afternoons. She had spent many hours, lying on the grass in the
shade of the dismantled house, looking through the gaunt, uncovered
rafters of the barn at the white clouds, like stepping-stones in
the broad blue river of sky flowing between the mountain walls. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 27 | Author: | Carr, Mildred | Add | | | Title: | Letter from Mildred Carr in Liberia to James Miner | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | I take this opportunity
of writing you this lines to inform you that
We are all well hopeing that this may find you
and famil enjoying the same blessings of
good
Health now the ship is about to sail for
Virginia & wish to let you know about the
things that you sent me last one peace of
Brown jeanes and one peace of blue cottin
a small
peace of yaller
cottin & nothing
in the way of clothing as the outher woman
had thay had shoes stockins & calicoes
and I did
not think that you sent any more to them
Than you did to me & I can not beleave outher
Ways unless you write me that you did make
That differrance with us dear Master
James
Please send me some clothing for my self &
Children some shoes for me no 7 & a box of soap
and some counterpin calico and some
calicoes
for clothing for my self & children also we
has gotten in our new house just at Chrismast
and it is large a enufe for four rooms
Please Master send those things as far as the
Money will a low please give my love to
all the servants old aunt Rachiel
speshily
24-bit 300dpi
Please give my love to Brother Billy and
Joe when you see them as I am quite busy
at
this time washing & ironing for the society
In deed all the music hall woman are inployed
by the society at this time nothing more at
this time Master James but beleave me | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 28 | Author: | Cary, Elisabeth Luther | Add | | | Title: | Recent Writings By American Indians | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | OF late years we who call ourselves Americans, but, after all, are
only foreigners "changed by the climate," have had opportunities to
read a small amount of purely American literature in the writings
of some of the educated American Indians. Three authors in
particular—Dr. Eastman, Mr. LaFlesche, and the Indian girl
Zitkala-Sa—have notably enriched our records of the characters and
customs of their people. It is interesting to observe that each of
them has emphasized the finer aspects of the old order—which, for
them, has changed forever—with a pride that cannot fail to be
recognized by the casual reader, even where it is accompanied by
the most courteous acknowledgment of the merits and advantages of
civilization. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 34 | Author: | Davis, Rebecca Harding, 1831-1910 | Add | | | Title: | Frances Waldeaux | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | In another minute the Kaiser Wilhelm would push off
from her pier in Hoboken. The last bell had rung, the
last uniformed officer and white-jacketed steward had
scurried up the gangway. The pier was massed with people
who had come to bid their friends good-by. They were all
Germans, and there had been unlimited embracing and
kissing and sobs of "Ach! mein lieber Sckatz!" and
"Gott bewahre Dick!" | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 35 | Author: | Davis, Richard Harding, 1864-1916. | Add | | | Title: | The Scarlet Car | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | For a long time it had been arranged they all should go to
the Harvard and Yale game in Winthrop's car. It was perfectly
well understood. Even Peabody, who pictured himself and Miss
Forbes in the back of the car, with her brother and Winthrop in
front, condescended to approve. It was necessary to invite
Peabody because it was his great good fortune to be engaged to
Miss Forbes. Her brother Sam had been invited, not only because
he could act as chaperon for his sister, but because since they
were at St. Paul's,
Winthrop and he, either as participants or spectators, had never
missed going together to the Yale-Harvard game. And Beatrice
Forbes herself had been invited because she was herself. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 37 | Author: | Doumic, René | Add | | | Title: | George Sand; Some Aspects of her Life and Writings | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | In the whole of French literary history, there is,
perhaps, no subject of such inexhaustible and modern
interest as that of George Sand. Of what use is literary
history? It is not only a kind of museum, in which a few
masterpieces are preserved for the pleasure of beholders.
It is this certainly, but it is still more than this.
Fine books are, before anything else, living works. They
not only have lived, but they continue to live. They
live within us, underneath those ideas which form our
conscience and those sentiments which inspire our
actions. There is nothing of greater importance for any
society than to make an inventory of the ideas and the
sentiments which are composing its moral atmosphere every
instant that it exists. For every individual this work
is the very condition of his
dignity. The question is, should we have these
ideas and these sentiments, if,
in the times before us, there had not been some
exceptional individuals who seized them, as it were, in
the air and made them viable and durable? These
exceptional individuals were capable of thinking more
vigorously, of feeling more deeply, and of expressing
themselves more forcibly than we are. They bequeathed
these ideas and sentiments to us. Literary history is,
then, above and beyond all things, the perpetual
examination of the conscience of humanity. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 39 | Author: | Doyle, Arthur Conan | Add | | | Title: | The Captain of the Polestar and other Tales | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | September 11th.—Lat. 81° 40' N.; long. 2° E. Still
lying-to amid enormous ice fields. The one which stretches away
to the north of us, and to which our ice-anchor is attached,
cannot be smaller than an English county. To the right and left
unbroken sheets extend to the horizon. This morning the mate
reported that there were signs of pack ice to the southward.
Should this form of sufficient thickness to bar our return, we
shall be in a position of danger, as the food, I hear, is
already running somewhat short. It is late in the season, and
the nights are beginning to reappear. This morning I saw a star
twinkling just over the fore-yard, the first since the beginning
of May. There is considerable discontent among the crew, many of
whom are anxious to get back home to be in time for the herring
season, when labour always commands a high price upon the Scotch
coast. As yet their displeasure is only signified by sullen
countenances and black looks, but I heard from the second mate
this afternoon that
they contemplated sending a deputation to the Captain to explain
their grievance. I much doubt how he will receive it, as he is a
man of fierce temper, and very sensitive about anything
approaching to an infringement of his rights. I shall venture
after dinner to say a few words to him upon the subject. I have
always found that he will tolerate from me what he would resent
from any other member of the crew. Amsterdam Island, at the
north-west corner of Spitzbergen, is visible upon our starboard
quarter—a rugged line of volcanic rocks, intersected by white
seams, which represent glaciers. It is curious to think that at
the present moment there is probably no human being nearer to us
than the Danish settlements in the south of Greenland—a good
nine hundred miles as the crow flies. A captain takes a great
responsibility upon himself when he
risks his vessel under such circumstances. No whaler has ever
remained in these latitudes till so advanced a period of the
year. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
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