First published in 1819 when Sir Walter Scott was at the height of his powers, Ivanhoe is a spellbinding tale of adventure, chivalry and romance set in a twelfth-century England where the Saxons are at loggerheads with the occupying Normans. Young Wilfred of Ivanhoe has been disinherited by his father because he has fallen in love with his father's ward Rowena, and wishes to marry her. Wounded during a tournament, he is nursed back to health by the beautiful Rebecca. It takes the help of Richard the Lionheart and of Robin Hood and his Sherwood Forest outlaws to ensure that the gallant Ivanhoe can save Rebecca from being burnt as a witch, establish justice and peace between Norman and Saxon, and gain the hand of the fair Rowena.

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We simply listened in silence for what could we say The facts were more eloquent than any words, and called for no commentary. Here we "were," out in the middle of space and "there" was the earth, hanging on nothing, like a summer cloud. At least we knew where we were if we didn't quite understand how we had got there. . . .

In Mark Twain's comical satire of the art of telling tall tales in America "A Horse's Tale," there was "night so dark the cats ran against each other he wrote of "a horse so fast the wagon started thirty yards ahead of the cloudburst and made it home without a drop of..." Twain extra ordinary sense of imagination and humor makes this a classic for all ages.

Minks—Herbert Montmorency—was now something more than secretary, even than private secretary: he was confidential-private-secretary, adviser, friend; and this, more because he was a safe receptacle for his employer's enthusiasms than because his advice or judgment had any exceptional value. So many men need an audience. Herbert Minks was a fine audience, attentive, delicately responsive, sympathetic, understanding, and above all—silent. He did not leak. Also, his applause was wise without being noisy. Another rare quality he possessed was that he was honest as the sun. To prevaricate, even by gesture, or by saying nothing, which is the commonest form of untruth, was impossible to his transparent nature. He might hedge, but he could never lie. And he was 'friend,' so far as this was possible between employer and employed, because a pleasant relationship of years' standing had established a bond of mutual respect under conditions of business intimacy which often tend to destroy it.

"This volume of M.R. James's classic ghostly fiction contains: ""Preface,"" ""The Residence at Whitminster,"" ""The Diary of Mr. Poynter,"" ""The Episode of Cathedral History, ""The Story of a Disappearance and an appearance,"" and ""Two Doctors.""About this volume, the author wrote: ""I have had my doubts about the wisdom of publishing a third set of tales sequels are, not only proverbially but actually, very hazardous things. However, the tales make no pretence but to amuse, and my friends have not seldom asked for the publication. So not a great deal is risked, perhaps, and perhaps also some one's Christmas may be the cheerfuller for a storybook which, I think, only once mentions the war."""

A few years ago the world was suddenly astounded by hearing of an experiment of a most novel and daring nature, altogether unprecedented in the annals of science. The BALTIMORE GUN CLUB, a society of artillerymen started in America during the great Civil War, had conceived the idea of nothing less than establishing direct communication with the Moon by means of a projectile! President Barbican, the originator of the enterprise, was strongly encouraged in its feasibility by the astronomers of Cambridge Observatory, and took upon himself to provide all the means necessary to secure its success. Having realized by means of a public subscription the sum of nearly five and a half millions of dollars, he immediately set himself to work at the necessary gigantic labors.

My object in writing this book has been to present as many phases as possible of the strangely romantic story of the British Peerage, so that those who have not the time or facilities for exploring the library of books over which these stories are scattered, may be able, within the compass of a single volume, to review the panorama of our aristocracy, with its tragedy and comedy, its romance and pathos, its foibles and its follies, in a few hours of what I sincerely hope will prove agreeable reading.

1907. With Fifty Diagrams. From the Introduction: Considering the ease with which a knowledge of the constellations can be acquired, it seems a remarkable fact that so few are conversant with these time-honored configurations of the heavens. Aside from a knowledge of the Dipper and the Pleiades, the constellations to the vast majority, are utterly unknown. To facilitate and pop...

Towards the end of the month of October 1829 a young man entered the Palais-Royal just as the gaming-houses opened, agreeably to the law which protects a passion by its very nature easily excisable. He mounted the staircase of one of the gambling hells distinguished by the number 36, without too much deliberation.

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THIS book about American Indians is intended as a reading book for boys and girls in school. The native inhabitants of America arc rapidly dying off or changing. Certainly some knowledge of them, their old location, 2nd their old life ought to be interesting to American children. While intended for young people and written with them only in mind, the author will be pleased if the book shall interest some older readers. Should it do so, may it enlarge their sympathy with our native Americans.......

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1850 edition. Excerpt: ... 213 CHAPTER X. " Well, I never in my life knew such a change as Farnwood has made in Miss Manners !" observed old Hannah, the Woodford Cottage maid ; who, though carefully kept in ignorance of any facts that could betray the secret of Christal's history, yet seemed at times to bear a secret grudge against her, as an interloper. " There she comes, riding across the country like some wild thing -- she who used to be so prim and precise !" " Poor young creature, she is like a bird just let out of a cage," said Mrs. Rothesay, kindly. " It is often so with girls brought up as she has been. Olive, I am glad you never went to school." Olive's answer was stopped by the appearance of Christal, followed by one of the young Fludyer boys, with whom she had become a first-rate favourite. Her fearless frankness, her exuberant spirits, tempered only by her anxiety to appear always " the grand lady," made her a welcome guest at Farnwood Hall. Indeed, she was scarce ever at home, save when appearing, as she did now, on hasty visits, which quite disturbed Mrs. Rothesay's placidity, and almost drove old Hannah crazy. " He is not come yet, you see," Christal said, with a mysterious nod to Charley Fludyer. " I thought we should outride him--he can't manage a pony any more than a child. But he will surely be here soon ?" " Who will be here soon?" asked Olive, considerably surprised. " Are you speaking of Mr. Gwynne?" " Mr. Gwynne, no! Far better fun than that, isn't it, Charley ? Shall we tell the secret or not.? Or else shall we tell half of it, and let her puzzle it out till he comes?" The boy nodded assent. " Well, then, there is coming to see you to-day Charley's tutor, who was away for the holidays. He only arrived at Farnwood last night, and since then...

Work by Charles Kingsley, a prolific English novelist and author whose main power lay in his descriptive faculties. Kingsley wrote poetry and political articles, as well as several volumes of sermons.

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"I was always sorry that my name was Esther not that I found fault with the name itself, but it was too grave, too full of meaning for such an insignificant person. Some one who was learned in such matters-I think it was Allan-told me once that it meant a star, or good fortune."

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Short excerpt: But towards midnight a Voice suddenly arose as it were like a wind in the desert crying aloud: "Araxes Araxes " and wailing past sank with a profound echo into the deep recesses of the vast Egyptian tomb.

A teenage gang comes of age in the 1960s Bronx. Written whenthe author was twenty-four, this story was the basis for a majorfeature film.