Early one morning, in the year 18 hundred and something, the great Southern Ocean was in one of its calmest moods, insomuch that the cloudlets in the blue vault above were reflected with almost perfect fidelity in the blue hemisphere below, and it was barely possible to discern the dividing-line between water and sky. The only objects within the circle of the horizon that presented the appearance of solidity were an albatross sailing in the air, and a little boat floating on the sea. The boat rested on its own reflected image, almost motionless, save when a slight undulation of the water...

Arthur Gilpin and Mark Withers walked down the High Street, arm-in-arm, on their return to their respective homes from the well-managed school of Wallington. They were among the head boys, and were on the point of leaving it to enter on the work of active life, and make their way in the world. They had often of late discussed the important question-all-important, as it seemed to them-"How are we to make our way-to gain wealth, influence, our hearts desires?" "For my part, I cannot stand a plodding style of doing things," said Mark. "It is all very well for those without brains, but...

MANY years have passed since my wife and I left the United States to pay our first visit to England. We were provided with letters of introduction, as a matter of course. Among them there was a letter which had been written for us by my wife's brother. It presented us to an English gentleman who held a high rank on the list of his old and valued friends. "You will become acquainted with Mr. George Germaine," my brother-in-law said, when we took leave of him, "at a very interesting period of his life. My last news of him tells me that he is just married. I know nothing of the lady, or of the...

It is not of my own will, nor for my own glory, that I, Norman Leslie, sometime of Pitcullo, and in religion called Brother Norman, of the Order of Benedictines, of Dunfermline, indite this book. But on my coming out of France, in the year of our Lord One thousand four hundred and fifty-nine, it was laid on me by my Superior, Richard, Abbot in Dunfermline, that I should abbreviate the Great Chronicle of Scotland, and continue the same down to our own time. He bade me tell, moreover, all that I knew of the glorious Maid of France, called Jeanne la Pucelle, in whose company I was, from her...

He awoke in the dark. His awakening was simple, easy, without movement save for the eyes that opened and made him aware of darkness. Unlike most, who must feel and grope and listen to, and contact with, the world about them, he knew himself on the moment of awakening, instantly identifying himself in time and place and personality. After the lapsed hours of sleep he took up, without effort, the interrupted tale of his days. He knew himself to be Dick Forrest, the master of broad acres, who had fallen asleep hours before after drowsily putting a match between the pages of "Road Town" and...

In the Phaedrus, the Republic, the Philebus, the Parmenides, and the Sophist, we may observe the tendency of Plato to combine two or more subjects or different aspects of the same subject in a single dialogue. In the Sophist and Statesman especially we note that the discussion is partly regarded as an illustration of method, and that analogies are brought from afar which throw light on the main subject. And in his later writings generally we further remark a decline of style, and of dramatic power; the characters excite little or no interest, and the digressions are apt to overlay the main...

Betty Ruth Krueger is a teacher of meditation, who, after attending a retreat with His Holiness Sri Sri Ravi Shankar, says to her husband, "I feel like Ive embarked upon the ultimate adventure of my life!" Excerpting from her journal, Betty shares the intimate story of her initially reluctant surrender to the enlightened guidance of a playful, yet profoundly insightful, guru. Sri Sri draws her into a compelling dialogue that repeatedly astonishes her inquiring mind--and melts her heart--as he leads her through sensitive transitions of expanding/dissolving ego, and the process of inner...

Betty Ruth Krueger is a teacher of meditation, who, after attending a retreat with His Holiness Sri Sri Ravi Shankar, says to her husband, "I feel like I've embarked upon the ultimate adventure of my life!" Excerpting from her journal, Betty shares the intimate story of her initially reluctant surrender to the enlightened guidance of a playful, yet profoundly insightful, guru. Sri Sri draws her into a compelling dialogue that repeatedly astonishes her inquiring mind--and melts her heart--as he leads her through sensitive transitions of expanding/dissolving ego, and the process of inner...

I've Had Enough Of Being Nice So Here It Is, is a hilarious insight into the things that most people have thought about but are too apprehensive to say. These precious statements, phrases and photos are put together to allow readers to share chuckles, quotes and moments with friends, co-workers, relatives, spouses, but more importantly. themselves. This book is based on true encounters from the author's daily life; the silent yet lovable everyday issues. Above all the goal is pure and simple.. to make people laugh!

Under The Cedar Tree is a witty, inspiring, delectable collections of poems and pointers aimed at standing up for the fading art of poetry. Author Leah Waller has crafted unique metaphors and potent imagery to bring every page to life. This book will take you to the sanctuary of your inner poet, where semantics and phonetics live only to serve the unabashed desire for emotional, logical, and spiritual adventure. Enjoy!