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A voyage to India nowadays is a continuous social event. The passengers compose a house party, being guests of the Steamship company for the time. The decks of the steamer are like broad verandas and are covered with comfortable chairs, in which the owners lounge about all day. Some of the more industrious women knit and embroider, and I saw one good mother with a basket full of mending, at which she was busily engaged at least three mornings. Others play cards upon folding tables or write letters with portfolios on their laps, and we had several artists who sketched the sky and sea, but the majority read novels and guide books, and gossiped. As birds of a feather flock together on the sea as well as on land, previous acquaintances and congenial new ones form little circles and cliques and entertain themselves and each other, and, after a day or two, move their chairs around so that they can be together. Americans and English do not mix as readily as you might expect, although there is nothing like coolness between them. It is only a natural restraint. They are accustomed to their ways, and we to ours, and it is natural for us to drift toward our own fellow countrymen.

In this work I have essayed to present to the reader the essence of Mahatma Gandhiji’s philosophy of life in the form of a Rosary of 366 “Pearls of Thought” one “Pearl” for each day of the year, including the leap year all gleaned from his writings and speeches. The “Pearls” have been so arranged as to make the transition from one thought to the next as smooth as possible, thus enabling the reader to make use of the Rosary either for daily contemplation of the given thought or for continuous reading at a stretch.

Recovering from a long illness, Boston businessman Carl Stanton is unable to accompany his fiancée Cornelia on a mid-winter trip to warm and sunny Jacksonville. Lonely, bored, and disappointed in Cornelia’s lack of affection, Carl decides to answer an advertisement from the Serial-Letter Company, which promises real letters, delivering comfort and entertainment, from imaginary persons. Carl signs up for their love letter program, thinking he might have a bit of fun, and teach his fiancée a lesson in the process.

In all our religion and our Bible study, it is of the greatest consequence to find out what the mind of Christ is, to think as He thought, and to feel just as He felt. There is not a question that concerns us, not a single matter that ever comes before us, but we find in the words of Christ something for our guidance and help. We want to-day to get at the mind of Christ about Money; to know exactly what He thought, and then to think and act just as He would do.

I FEAR City people are very mercenary in their views and habits. It is natural that they should be so; they come into the City to make money, and that is all they are thinking of while they are there. They do not all succeed in their attempt, I know. Some are idle and improvident, and do not deserve to win in the battle of life. They are failures from their birth, and go mooning about like the immortal Micawber, expecting something to turn up, till death comes and puts an end to their expectations. Some men are unlucky, and lose by every adventure; others are born lucky, and, from no merit of their own, everything they touch turns to gold.

The warm, mellow September sunshine was streaming over the irregular roofs and twisted chimneys of the little town of Chagmouth, and was glinting on the water in the harbour, and sending gleaming, straggling, silver lines over the deep reflections of the shipping moored by the side of the jetty. The rising tide, lapping slowly and gently in from the ocean, was floating the boats beached on the shingle, and was gradually driving back the crowd of barefooted children who had ventured out in search of mussels, and was sending them, shrieking with mirth, scampering up the seaweed-covered steps that led to the fish market. On the crag-top above the town the corn had been cut, and harvesters were busy laying the sheaves together in stooks. The yellow fields shone in the afternoon light as if the hill were crowned with gold.

Moon-Face & Other Stories’ is a collection of American novelist, journalist and social activist Jack London. He lived form 1876 to 1916. A pioneer in the then-burgeoning world of commercial magazine fiction, he was one of the first fiction writers to obtain worldwide fame and a large fortune from his fiction alone.

This volume will come, I fancy, as a surprise both to my brother folk-lorists and to the public in general. It might naturally have been thought that my former volume (English Fairy Tales) had almost exhausted the scanty remains of the traditional folk-tales of England.

More stories from the Jataka, the treasury of tales of Buddha’s previous animal reincarnations. Tales include: The Girl Monkey And The String Of Pearls; The Three Fishes; The Tricky Wolf And The Rats; The Woodpecker, Turtle, And Deer; The Golden Goose; The Stupid Monkeys; The Cunning Wolf; The Penny-Wise Monkey; The Red-Bud Tree; The Woodpecker And The Lion; The Otters And The Wolf; How The Monkey Saved His Troop; The Hawks And Their Friends; The Brave Little Bowman; The Foolhardy Wolf; The Stolen Plow; The Lion In Bad Company; The Wise Goat And The Wolf; Prince Wicked And The Grateful Animals; Beauty And Brownie; and, The Elephant And The Dog.

Dear Friends:—

I am happy, inexpressibly happy to be in your midst again, after an absence of fourteen long years, passed amid the horrors and darkness of my Pennsylvania nightmare. * * * Methinks the days of miracles are not past. They say that nineteen hundred years ago a man was raised from the dead after having been buried for three days. They call it a great miracle. But I think the resurrection from the peaceful slumber of a three days’ grave is not nearly so miraculous as the actual coming back to life from a living death of fourteen years duration;—’tis the twentieth century resurrection, not based on ignorant credulity, nor assisted by any Oriental jugglery.

Mother India’, which is known as the title of one of the greatest films ever made and critically appreciated in India and abroad, is originally the title of a 1927 polemical book by the American historian Katherine Mayo. This book attacks Indian society, religion and culture. Written in opposition to the Indian demands for self-rule and independence from British rule, the book pointed to the treatment of India’s women, the untouchables, animals, dirt, and the character of its nationalistic politicians. A large part of the book dealt with the problems resulting from the marriage of young girls.

Whilst some of the medical suggestions in this book may be helpful, other recipes contain poisonous or illegal ingredients.This book has great historical interest and presents the best that mothers could do for their family members when they took ill. Even if they could afford a doctor, he would probably offer the same remedies that are contained in this book. One of the fascinating aspects of the book is it has a very long section entitled “Manners and social customs for our great middle class as well as our best society,” offering advice, such as to when a man should offer his arm to a woman.

“Get busy here, Nick; now’s your chance to make a big score for a starter!”

“It’s awful kind of you, George, to let me out of my part of the work this afternoon, and that’s a fact. I appreciate it, too; because I just want to beat Jimmy out in this thing the worst kind.”

“The Mount Everest Committee of the Royal Geographical Society and the Alpine Club desire to express their thanks to Colonel Howard-Bury, Mr. Wollaston, Mr. Mallory, Major Morshead, Major Wheeler and Dr. Heron for the trouble they have taken to write so soon after their return an account of their several parts in the joint work of the Expedition. They have thereby enabled the present Expedition to start with full knowledge of the results of the reconnaissance, and the public to follow the progress of the attempt to reach the summit with full information at hand.” -Preface

The Mount Everest Committee of the Royal Geographical Society and the Alpine Club desire to express their thanks to Colonel Howard-Bury, Mr. Wollaston, Mr. Mallory, Major Morshead, Major Wheeler and Dr. Heron for the trouble they have taken to write so soon after their return an account of their several parts in the joint work of the Expedition. They have thereby enabled the present Expedition to start with full knowledge of the results of the reconnaissance, and the public to follow the progress of the attempt to reach the summit with full information at hand.

Mr. Prohack’ is a novel by renowned British author Arnold Bennett. It tells the story of a civil servant who is extremely frugal with the government’s money, suddenly inherits a large fortune and becomes a spendthrift.

Famous writer Philip K. Dick’s present story ‘Mr. Spaceship’ is a science fiction short story. It was first published in the year 1953. The story is set in the distant future, where humanity is at war with “Yuks”, an alien life form which does not use mechanical spaceships nor constructions. Instead, it relies on life forms. The war has been going on for a long time, and humanity has not been able to come up with a solution against the life-form based ships and mines that the Yuks use.

Mrs. Dalloway said she would buy the flowers herself.
For Lucy had her work cut out for her. The doors would be taken off their hinges; Rumpelmayer’s men were coming. And then, thought Clarissa Dalloway, what a morning–fresh as if issued to children on a beach.

Mrs. Miniver’ is a book first published in 1939, shortly after the outbreak of World War I. Written by columnist and activist Jan Struther, all of the stories centers around a fictional character – Mrs. Miniver. These stories were created by the author in 1937 for a series of newspaper columns for ‘The Times’. As a bestseller, the adventures of Mrs. Miniver have charmed millions.

One of George Bernard Shaw’s problem plays, ‘Mrs. Warren’s Profession’ was first staged in the year 1902. The play is about a woman who runs a brothel, Mrs. Warren and her coming to terms with her daughter who finds it unimaginable to approve of her mother’s profession. Through this play, Shaw has insisted that the act of prostitution is not always caused by moral failure but by economic necessity too.

Guard! What place is this?”

“Mugby Junction, sir.”

“A windy place!”

“Yes, it mostly is, sir.”

“And looks comfortless indeed!”

“Yes, it generally does, sir.”

“Is it a rainy night still?”

“Pours, sir.”

“Open the door. I’ll get out.”

“You’ll have, sir,” said the guard, glistening with drops of wet, and looking at the tearful face of his watch by the light of his lantern as the traveller descended, “three minutes here.”

The following lectures were delivered to music students between the years 1907 and 1915. They have been partly rewritten so as to be intelligible to a different audience, for in all cases the lectures were followed by a discussion in which various points not dealt with in the lectures were elucidated.

An experience of eight years in organizing a training course for students who wish to teach ear-training on modern lines to classes of average children in the ordinary curriculum of a school has shown me that the great need for such students is to realize the problems, not only of musical education, but of general education.

LAST summer I happened to be crossing the plains of Iowa in a season of intense heat, and it was my good fortune to have for a traveling companion James Quayle Burden—Jim Burden, as we still call him in the West. He and I are old friends—we grew up together in the same Nebraska town—and we had much to say to each other. While the train flashed through never-ending miles of ripe wheat, by country towns and bright-flowered pastures and oak groves wilting in the sun, we sat in the observation car, where the woodwork was hot to the touch and red dust lay deep over everything. The dust and heat, the burning wind, reminded us of many things. We were talking about what it is like to spend one’s childhood in little towns like these, buried in wheat and corn, under stimulating extremes of climate: burning summers when the world lies green and billowy beneath a brilliant sky, when one is fairly stifled in vegetation, in the color and smell of strong weeds and heavy harvests; blustery winters with little snow, when the whole country is stripped bare and gray as sheet-iron. We agreed that no one who had not grown up in a little prairie town could know anything about it. It was a kind of freemasonry, we said.

My Bondage and My Freedom is an autobiographical slave narrative written by Frederick Douglass and published in 1855. It is the second of three autobiographies written by Douglass, and is mainly an expansion of his first (Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass), discussing in greater detail his transition from bondage to liberty.

Twice every week a poor, thin man,
Holding his little daughter’s hand,
Walked feebly to a hospital,
Close by the busy London Strand.

One cold rainy day when my father was a little boy, he met an old alley cat on his street. The cat was very drippy and uncomfortable so my father said, “Wouldn’t you like to come home with me?”
This surprised the cat—she had never before met anyone who cared about old alley cats—but she said, “I’d be very much obliged if I could sit by a warm furnace, and perhaps have a saucer of milk.”

First published in the year 1894, the present book ‘My First Book’ is a special collection of fully illustrated short stories written by various classic celebrated European and American writers.

A short mysterious story by the celebrated British writer Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, ‘My Friend The Murderer’ is written with a never ending suspense.

The writer has been so constantly and earnestly appealed to to write his experiences, and so weary recounting them, that he has at last decided to put into print a short account of things as they really happened within his own personal knowledge during his two and a half years’ imprisonment in Germany. He is also encouraged to do so for other and more important reasons. There are so many people throughout our Empire who are unfortunate enough to have intimate friends and relations in captivity in Germany. In the opinion of the writer these people ought to know, from one who has had a bitter experience, to which these pages will testify, the true conditions under which those nearest and dearest to them exist.

There is an mysterious Power that pervades everything. I feel though do see it. It is this unseen Power which makes itself felt and yet defies all proof, because it is so unlike all that I perceive through my senses.