"I wrote "The Philosophy of Disenchantment," which is, I think, the gloomiest and worst book ever published. Out of sheer laziness, I then produced a history of atheism, "The Anatomy of Negation," which has been honored by international dislike. Need I state that of all my children it is the one that I prefer?" -Edgar Saltus
"Returning to an estimate of Saltus, let us sum up by saying we have in him a temperament saturated with pessimism which expresses itself by the beautiful decoration of sinister themes. To see grandeurs in vast horrors is the last thing a commonplace person can do....

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1889. Excerpt: ... A TRANSIENT GUEST. i. Since the Koenig Wilhelm, of the Dutch East India Service, left Batavia, the sky had been torpidly blue, that suffocating indigo which seems so neighborly that the traveller fancies were he a trifle taller he could touch it with the ferule of his stick. When night came, the stars would issue from their ambush and stab it through and through, but the glittering...

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This Is A New Release Of The Original 1892 Edition.

It was not until Miss Menemon's engagement to John Usselex was made public that the world in which that young lady moved manifested any interest in her future husband. Then, abruptly, a variety of rumors were circulated concerning him. It was said, for instance, that his real name was Tchurchenthaler and that his boyhood had been passed tending geese in a remote Bavarian dorf, from which, to avoid military service, he had subsequently fled. Again, it was affirmed that in Denmark he was known as Baron Varvedsen, and that he had come to this country not to avoid military service, but the death...

EDGAR SALTUS is held by some to be our greatest American stylist. Others regard him as a mere dazzling juggler of words. But, strangely enough, he has remained, with twenty books to his credit, in what one critic terms "distinguished obscurity." His published "Historia Amoris" fills the hearts of the elect with strange exultation. "Saltus," says William Marion Reedy in the "St. Louis Mirror," "is simply fascinatingly diabolic in his wisdom and his wit and his word-wizardry. He catches flashes from many facets of the jewel, Love. Mostly he delights in the recondite colors of its spectrum...

This Is A New Release Of The Original 1887 Edition.

The murder of Monty Paliser, headlined that morning in the papers, shook the metropolis at breakfast, buttered the toast, improved the taste of the coffee. Murdered It seemed too bad to be false. Moreover, there was his picture, the portrait of a young man obviously high-bred and insolently good-looking. In addition to war news and the financial page, what more could you decently ask for a penny? Nothing, perhaps, except the address of the murderer. But that detail, which the morning papers omitted, extras shortly supplied. Meanwhile in the minds of imaginative New Yorkers, visions of the...

ROYAL," said the man's mother that evening, "are you still thinking of Fanny Price?" It was in Gramercy Park. As you may or may not know, Gramercy Park is the least noisy spot in the metropolitan Bedlam. Without being unreasonably aristocratic it is sedate and what agents call exclusive. The park itself is essentially that. Its design is rather English. The use is restricted to adjoining residents. About it is a fence of high iron. Within are trees, paths, grasses, benches, great vases and a fountain. But none of the usual loungers, none of the leprous men, rancid women, and epileptic...