Sompseu: For I will call you by the name that for fifty years has been honoured by every tribe between Zambesi and Cape Agulbas, -I greet you Sompseu, my father, I have written a book that tells of men and matters of which you know the most of any who still look upon the light; therefore, I set your name within that book and, such as it is, I offer it to you. If you knew not Chaka, you and he have seen the same suns shine, you knew his brother Panda and his captains, and perhaps even that very Mopo who tells this tale, his servant, who slew him with the Princes.
Sompseu: For I will call you by the name that for fifty years has been honoured by every tribe between Zambesi and Cape Agulbas, -I greet you Sompseu...
Ditchingham, May 27, 1911. My dear Jehu: For five long but not unhappy years, seated or journeying side by side, we have striven as Royal Commissioners to find a means whereby our coasts may be protected from -the outrageous flowing surges of the sea- (I quote the jurists of centuries ago), the idle swamps turned to fertility and the barren hills clothed with forest; also, with small success, how -foreshore- may be best defined What will result from all these labours I do not know, nor whether grave geologists ever read romance save that which the pen of Time inscribes upon the rocks.
Ditchingham, May 27, 1911. My dear Jehu: For five long but not unhappy years, seated or journeying side by side, we have striven as Royal Commissioner...
Scientists, or some scientists-for occasionally one learned person differs from other learned persons-tell us they know all that is worth knowing about man, which statement, of course, includes woman. They trace him from his remotest origin; they show us how his bones changed and his shape modified, also how, under the influence of his needs and passions, his intelligence developed from something very humble. They demonstrate conclusively that there is nothing in man which the dissecting-table will not explain; that his aspirations towards another life have their root in the fear of death,...
Scientists, or some scientists-for occasionally one learned person differs from other learned persons-tell us they know all that is worth knowing abou...
My Dear John Berwick, When you read her history in MS. you thought well of -Stella Fregelius- and urged her introduction to the world. Therefore I ask you, my severe and accomplished critic, to accept the burden of a book for which you are to some extent responsible. Whatever its fate, at least it has pleased you and therefore has not been written quite in vain. H. Rider Haggard. Ditchingham, 25th August, 1903. AUTHOR'S NOTE The author feels that he owes some apology to his readers for his boldness in offering to them a modest story which is in no sense a romance of the character that perhaps...
My Dear John Berwick, When you read her history in MS. you thought well of -Stella Fregelius- and urged her introduction to the world. Therefore I ask...
No. 3 was one of the editors; a mild-eyed little man with blue spectacles. He had once been a writer of promise; but somehow Meeson's had got him for its own, and turned him into a publisher's hack. -Quite so, Sir, - he said humbly. -It is very bad-it is dreadful to think of Meeson's coming down to seven per cent-seven per cent - and he held up his hands. -Don't stand there like a stuck pig, No. 3, - said Mr. Meeson, fiercely; -but suggest something.- -Well, Sir, - said No. 3 more humbly than ever, for he was terribly afraid of his employer; -I think, perhaps, that somebody had better go to...
No. 3 was one of the editors; a mild-eyed little man with blue spectacles. He had once been a writer of promise; but somehow Meeson's had got him for ...
