![Light Novel -?=$public_r['add_site_name']?>](/static/content/img/logo.png){kind=logo}
Journeys Through Bookland Novel Chapters
List of most recent chapters published for the Journeys Through Bookland novel. A total of 424 chapters have been translated and the release date of the last chapter is Apr 02, 2024
Latest Release: Chapter 1 : Journeys Through Bookland.by Charles H. Sylvester.VOL 2.AESOP Many centuries ago, more t
Journeys Through Bookland.by Charles H. Sylvester.VOL 2.AESOP Many centuries ago, more than six hundred years before Christ was born, there lived in Greece a man by the name of Aesop. We do not know very much about him, and no one can tell exactly what he
- 201 Arthur hesitated a moment, and then said, "We call it only forty lines, sir.""How do you mean, you call it?""Well, sir, Mr. Graham says we ain't to stop there, when there's time to construe more.""I understand,
- 202 "Throw whom?" says Brooke, coming up to the ring. "Oh! Williams, I see.Nonsense! of course he may throw him if he catches him fairly above the waist."Now, young Brooke, you're in the sixth, you know, and you ought to stop all figh
- 203 FROUDE, _frood_ GALAHAD, _gal a had_ GHENT, _gent_ GRANTMESNIL, _groN ma neel_ GUINEVERE, _gwin e veer_ HOUYHNHNMS, _hoo in ms_ LEIODES, _le o deez_ MARACAIBO, _mahr ah ki bo_ OTAHEITE, _o tah he te_ POITIERS, _pwaht ya_ SEINE, _sayn_ SIOUX, _soo_ SKALD
- 204 Journeys Through Bookland.Vol. 6.by Charles H. Sylvester.HORATIUS _By_ LORD MACAULAY NOTE.--This spirited poem by Lord Macaulay is founded on one of the most popular Roman legends. While the story is based on facts, we can by no means be certain that all
- 205 And now he feels the bottom; Now on dry earth he stands; Now round him throng the Fathers To press his gory hands; And now, with shouts and clapping, And noise of weeping loud, He enters through the River-Gate, Borne by the joyous crowd.They gave him of t
- 206 [Ill.u.s.tration: "BOATMAN, DO NOT TARRY!"]By this the storm grew loud apace, The water-wraith was shrieking; And in the scowl of heaven each face Grew dark as they were speaking.But still as wilder blew the wind, And as the night grew drearer,
- 207 The northern access to the lists terminated in a similar entrance of thirty feet in breadth, at the extremity of which was a large enclosed s.p.a.ce for such knights as might be disposed to enter the lists with the challengers, behind which were placed te
- 208 However incensed at his adversary for the precautions he recommended, Brian de Bois-Guilbert did not neglect his advice; for his honor was too nearly concerned to permit his neglecting any means which might insure victory over his presumptuous opponent. H
- 209 The signs and sounds of a tumultuous concourse of men lately crowded together in one place, and agitated by the same pa.s.sing events, were now exchanged for the distant hum of voices of different groups retreating in all directions, and these speedily di
- 210 "Not I, by the light of Heaven!" answered Prince John: "this same springal,[83-15] who conceals his name and despises our proffered hospitality, hath already gained one prize, and may now afford to let others have their turn." As he sp
- 211 And when its yellow l.u.s.tre smiled O'er mountains yet untrod, Each mother held aloft her child To bless the bow of G.o.d.The earth to thee her incense yields, The lark thy welcome sings, When, glittering in the freshen'd fields, The snowy mush
- 212 "Bite the tail!" and a large, vague, benevolent, middle-aged man, more desirous than wise, with some struggle got the bushy end of Yarrow's tail into his ample mouth, and bit it with all his might. This was more than enough for the much-end
- 213 Rab behaved well, never moving, showing us how meek and gentle he could be, and occasionally, in his sleep, letting us know that he was demolis.h.i.+ng some adversary. He took a walk with me every day, generally to the Candlemaker Row; but he was sombre a
- 214 NOTE.--Concerning the history of this song it is stated on good authority that there did really live, in the seventeenth century, an Annie Laurie. She was a daughter of Sir Robert Laurie, first baronet of the Maxwelton family, and was celebrated for her b
- 215 SWEET AND LOW NOTE.--In Tennyson's long poem _The Princess_ is a little lullaby so wonderfully sweet that all who have read it wish to read it again. It is one that we all love, no matter whether we are little children and hear it sung to us or are o
- 216 "But Isabel, my mother will be your mother, too. Come, Bella, we will go ask her if we may go."And there I am, the happiest of boys, pleading with the kindest of mothers. And the young heart leans into that mother's heart--none of the void
- 217 Sublime words make not a man holy and righteous, but it is a virtuous life that maketh him dear to G.o.d.I desire rather to know compunction than its definition. If thou knewest all the sayings of all the philosophers, what should that avail thee without
- 218 G.o.d speaketh to us in diverse ways without respect to persons.If thou wilt draw profit in reading, read meekly, simply and truly, not desiring to have a reputation for knowledge.OF INORDINATE AFFECTIONS Whenever a man coveteth anything inordinately, ano
- 219 RUTH NOTE.--This charming story may be found complete in the book of _Ruth_ in the Old Testament by those who wish the literal Bible narrative as it is there given.Little is known as to the date of the writing of the book of _Ruth_. Some authorities belie
- 220 She answered, "I am Ruth, thy handmaid."And Boaz said, "Blessed be thou of the Lord, my daughter, and fear not, for all the city of my people doth know thou art a virtuous woman. And now it is true that I am thy near kinsman: howbeit, there
- 221 SOHRAB AND RUSTEM RUSTEM The Persians have a great epic which is to them about what the _Iliad_ and the _Odyssey_ were to the Greeks and the _aeneid_ was to the Romans.In character, however, the Persian epic is more like the English narrative _Morte d
- 222 "King Kaoos sealed the letter and gave it to a warrior named Giv. At the same time he said, 'Haste to Rustem. Tarry not on the way; and when you are come, do not rest there for an hour. If you arrive in the night, depart again the next morning.&
- 223 From their black tents, long files of horse, they stream'd; As when some gray November morn the files, In marching order spread, of long-neck'd cranes Stream over Casbin and the southern slopes Of Elburz, from the Aralian estuaries, Or some fror
- 224 Curl'd minion, dancer, coiner of sweet words!Fight, let me hear thy hateful voice no more!Thou are not in Afrasiab's gardens now With Tartar girls, with whom thou art wont to dance; But on the Oxus sands, and in the dance Of battle, and with me,
- 225 So, on the b.l.o.o.d.y sand, Sohrab lay dead; And the great Rustum drew his horseman's cloak Down o'er his face, and sate by his dead son.As those black granite pillars, once high-rear'd By Jems.h.i.+d in Persepolis, to bear His house, now 'mid their
- 226 A young man was walking through a forest, and in spite of the approach of night, in spite of the mist that grew denser every moment, he was walking slowly, paying no heed either to the weather or to the hour.His dress of green cloth, his buckskin gaiters,
- 227 "Ah, you like it, little mole!" cried the peasant, whose face was radiant at the sight of the child's pleasure; "take it, old man, take it; it is nothing but sugar and honey."He placed the gingerbread in the hands of the little hunchback, who tremble
- 228 "Come, old Henri, one more draught," said the peasant, refilling the beggar's gla.s.s; "if you mean to finish your round you must take courage.""That one always finds here," said the beggar with a smile; "there are not many houses in the parish wh
- 229 [226-1] Capitals and punctuation as written by Payne.AULD LANG SYNE[228-1]_By_ ROBERT BURNS NOTE.--The song as we know it is not the first song to bear that t.i.tle, nor is it entirely original with Robert Burns. It is said that the second and third stanz
- 230 [Ill.u.s.tration]CHARLES d.i.c.kENS "To begin my life with the beginning of my life," d.i.c.kens makes one of his heroes say, "I record that I was born (as I have been informed and believe) on a Friday, at twelve o'clock at night." d.i.c.kens was bor
- 231 A CHRISTMAS CAROL _By_ CHARLES d.i.c.kENS STAVE ONE _Marley's Ghost_ Marley was dead: to begin with. There is no doubt whatever about that. The register of his burial was signed by the clergyman, the clerk, the undertaker, and the chief mourner. Scrooge
- 232 His nephew left the room without an angry word, notwithstanding. He stopped at the outer door to bestow the greetings of the season on the clerk, who, cold as he was, was warmer than Scrooge; for he returned them cordially."There's another fellow," mut
- 233 Quite satisfied, he closed his door, and locked himself in; double-locked himself in, which was not his custom. Thus secured against surprise, he took off his cravat; put on his dressing-gown and slippers, and his nightcap; and sat down before the fire to
- 234 It was a habit with Scrooge, whenever he became thoughtful, to put his hands in his breeches pockets. Pondering on what the Ghost had said, he did so now, but without lifting his eyes, or getting off his knees. "You must have been very slow about it, Jac
- 235 "Ding, dong!""Half-past!" said Scrooge."Ding, dong!""A quarter to it," said Scrooge."Ding, dong!" "The hour itself," said Scrooge, triumphantly, "and nothing else!"He spoke before the hour bell sounded, which it now did with a deep, dull, ho
- 236 Then, with a rapidity of transition very foreign to his usual character, he said, in pity for his former self, "Poor boy!" and cried again."I wish," Scrooge muttered, putting his hand in his pocket, and looking about him, after drying his eyes with hi
- 237 "What is the matter?" asked the Ghost."Nothing particular," said Scrooge."Something, I think?" the Ghost insisted."No," said Scrooge. "No. I should like to be able to say a word or two to my clerk just now! That's all."His former self turned do
- 238 STAVE THREE _The Second of the Three Spirits_ Awaking in the middle of a prodigiously tough snore, and sitting up in bed to get his thoughts together, Scrooge had no occasion to be told that the bell was again upon the stroke of One. He felt that he was r
- 239 "Here's Martha, mother!" cried the two young Cratchits. "Hurrah! There's _such_ a goose, Martha!""Why, bless your heart alive, my dear, how late you are!" said Mrs.Cratchit, kissing her a dozen times, and taking off her shawl and bonnet for her wi
- 240 A light shone from the window of a hut, and swiftly they advanced towards it. Pa.s.sing through the wall of mud and stone, they found a cheerful company a.s.sembled round a glowing fire. An old, old man and woman, with their children and their children's
- 241 "To-night at midnight. Hark! The time is drawing near."The chimes were ringing the three quarters past eleven at that moment."Forgive me if I am not justified in what I ask," said Scrooge, looking intently at the Spirit's robe, "but I see something
- 242 "So I am told," returned the second. "Cold, isn't it?""Seasonable for Christmas time. You're not a skater, I suppose?""No. No. Something else to think of. Good morning!" Not another word.That was their meeting, their conversation, and their part
- 243 A pale light, rising in the outer air, fell straight upon the bed; and on it, plundered and bereft, unwatched, unwept, uncared for, was the body of this man.Scrooge glanced towards the Phantom. Its steady hand was pointed to the head. The cover was so car
- 244 "Why, that you were a good wife," replied Bob."Everybody knows that!" said Peter."Very well observed, my boy!" cried Bob. "I hope they do. 'Heartily sorry,' he said, 'for your good wife. If I can be of service to you in any way,' he said, givin
- 245 "There's the saucepan that the gruel was in!" cried Scrooge, starting off again, and frisking round the fireplace. "There's the door, by which the Ghost of Jacob Marley entered! There's the corner where the Ghost of Christmas Present sat! There's t
- 246 "Fred!" said Scrooge.Dear heart alive, how his niece by marriage started! Scrooge had forgotten, for the moment, about her sitting in the corner with the footstool, or he wouldn't have done it, on any account."Why bless my soul!" cried Fred, "who's
- 247 The hall was dress'd with holly green; Forth to the wood did merry-men go, To gather in the mistletoe.[357-9]Then open'd wide the baron's hall To va.s.sal,[357-10] tenant,[357-11] serf,[357-12] and all; Power laid his rod of rule aside,[357-13]And cere
- 248 NOTE.--A mournful song written to express grief at the loss of some friend or relative, and at the same time to praise the dead person, is known as an elegy. Sometimes the word has a wider meaning, and includes a poem which expresses the same ideas but ap
- 249 [362-4] The poem is supposed to have been written in the yard of Stoke-Pogis church, a little building with a square tower, the whole covered with a riotous growth of ivy vines. The church is in the country, not many miles from Windsor Castle; and even to
- 250 As soon as the day began to break, I put on my shoes and climbed a hill--the ruggedest scramble I ever undertook--falling, the whole way between big blocks of granite or leaping from one to another. When I got to the top the dawn was come. There was no si
- 251 ELEPHANT HUNTING _By_ ROUALEYN GORDON c.u.mMING NOTE.--Mr. c.u.mming, a native of Scotland, was always pa.s.sionately fond of hunting. Even in boyhood he devoted most of his time to sports of the field, and showed a great fondness for all forms of natural
- 252 Sometimes, when there was a brood of young ducks about, it would hold out a piece of bread in one hand and, when it had tempted a duckling within reach, seize it by the other, and kill it with a bite in the breast. There was such an uproar amongst the fow
- 253 "Wise men," as Poor Richard says, "learn by others' harm; fools scarcely by their own;" but _Felix quem faciunt aliena pericula cautum_.[416-5]Many a one, for the sake of finery on the back, has gone with a hungry belly and half-starved his family.
- 254 _By_ GEORGE ROGERS CLARK[428-2]Everything being ready, on the 5th of February, after receiving a lecture and absolution from the priest, we crossed the Kaskaskia River with one hundred and seventy men, marched about three miles and encamped, where we lay
- 255 I was at a great loss to conceive what reason Lieutenant-governor Hamilton could have for wis.h.i.+ng a truce of three days on such terms as he proposed. Numbers said it was a scheme to get me into their possession. I had a different opinion and no idea o
- 256 "To be sure--of course! I knew you were jesting. Now, uncle, all that Kate and myself wish at present, is that you would oblige us--as regards the _time_--you know, uncle--in short, when will it be most convenient for yourself that the wedding shall--sha
- 257 THE MODERN BELLE _By_ STARK She sits in a fas.h.i.+onable parlor, And rocks in her easy chair; She is clad in silks and satins, And jewels are in her hair; She winks and giggles and simpers, And simpers and giggles and winks; And though she talks but litt
- 258 'Raich hether that bone o' sheep's head we had at dinner yesterday, Nell,' says the man o' the house.'Oyeh, don't mind it,' says my father; 'let it be as it is.''Sure if it improves it, you may as well,' says they.'Baithers.h.i.+n!' says my
- 259 TO MY INFANT SON _By_ Thomas Hood Thou happy, happy elf!(But stop, first let me kiss away that tear,) Thou tiny image of myself!(My love, he's poking peas into his ear,) Thou merry, laughing sprite, With spirits, feather light, Untouched by sorrow, and u
- 260 Journeys Through Bookland.Vol. 7.by Charles H. Sylvester.THE DAFFODILS _By_ WILLIAM WORDSWORTH I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd,-- A host of golden daffodils Beside the lake, beneath t
- 261 The wide-spreading pond, and the mill[11-4] that stood by it; The bridge and the rock where the cataract fell; The cot of my father, the dairy house[11-5] nigh it, And e'en the rude bucket which hung in the well-- The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound buc
- 262 _By_ SIR WALTER SCOTT Hail to the Chief who in triumph advances!Honored and blest be the evergreen pine!Long may the tree, in his banner that glances, Flourish, the shelter and grace of our line!Heaven send it happy dew, Earth lend it sap anew, Gayly to b
- 263 The old governor was in a towering pa.s.sion, when he heard of this insult to his flag and capture of his corporal. For a time he stormed about the Moorish halls, and vapored about the bastions, and looked down fire and sword upon the palace of the captai
- 264 The ice did split with a thunder-fit; The helmsman steered us through.[Ill.u.s.tration: I SHOT THE ALBATROSS]"And a good south wind sprung up behind;[34-12]The Albatross did follow, And every day, for food or play, Came to the mariner's hollo!"In mist
- 265 "One after one, by the star-dogged Moon, Too quick for groan or sigh, Each turned his face with a ghastly pang, And cursed me with his eye."Four times fifty living men, (And I heard nor sigh nor groan) With heavy thump, a lifeless lump, They dropped dow
- 266 "Till noon we quietly sailed on, Yet never a breeze did breathe: Slowly and smoothly went the s.h.i.+p, Moved onward from beneath."Under the keel nine fathom deep, From the land of mist and snow, The spirit slid: and it was he That made the s.h.i.+p to
- 267 How loudly his sweet voice he rears!He loves to talk with marineres That come from a far countree."He kneels at morn, and noon, and eve-- He hath a cus.h.i.+on plump: It is the moss that wholly hides The rotted old oak-stump."The skiff-boat neared: I he
- 268 [35-14] _Uprist_ is an old form for _uprose_.[35-15] It was this att.i.tude of the sailors toward the mariner's brutal act of killing the bird that brought punishment upon them; they cared nothing for the death of the harmless bird, but only for its effe
- 269 Black Hawk's worst adviser was Neapope, his second in command, and a terrible liar. He also visited Canada and claimed that the British whom he had seen stood ready to help Black Hawk with men, arms and ammunition, and that a steamboat would bring them t
- 270 "Ugh!" exclaimed Uncas, nearly at the moment that the light tap his father had made on the side of the canoe notified them of the vicinity of danger."What now?" asked the scout; "the lake is as smooth as if the winds had never blown, and I can see al
- 271 The halt continued until evening rendered objects indistinct and uncertain to the eye. Then they resumed their route, and, favored by the darkness, pushed silently and vigorously toward the western sh.o.r.e.Although the rugged outline of mountain, to whic
- 272 [Ill.u.s.tration: GRADUALLY I CAME ABREAST OF HIM]Pledging myself (and I redeemed the pledge) to take my revenge at a future opportunity, I looked round for some indications to show me where I was, and what course I ought to pursue; I might as well have l
- 273 I soon began to distinguish cows amid the throng. One just in front of me seemed to my liking, and I pushed close to her side. Dropping the reins I fired, holding the muzzle of the gun within a foot of her shoulder. Quick as lightning she sprang at Paulin
- 274 NOTE.--The Battle of Balaklava, in which the charge commemorated by Tennyson in this poem occurred, was one of the important engagements of the Crimean War, between Russia on the one hand and Turkey, France and England on the other. The battle was fought
- 275 QUEEN VICTORIA _By_ ANNA MCCALEB George III, King of England, was by no means fortunate in his sons, for there was in the most of them little of which a father could be proud.Edward, Duke of Kent, the fourth son, was by far the best; he was honorable, gen
- 276 Sitting down with all my previous attempts before me I searched through those dozens of sketches, till at last I found just one line I liked. That was, 'Lest we forget.' Round these words _The Recessional_ was written."G.o.d of our fathers, known of ol
- 277 What care I for the men, sailor?I'm not their mother-- How's my boy--my boy?Tell me of him and no other!How's my boy--my boy?"THE SOLDIER'S DREAM _By_ THOMAS CAMPBELL Our bugles sang truce, for the night-cloud had lower'd, And the sentinel stars se
- 278 His musket falls slack; his face, dark and grim, Grows gentle with memories tender, As he mutters a prayer for the children asleep, For their mother,--may Heaven defend her!The moon seems to s.h.i.+ne just as brightly as then, That night when the love yet
- 279 And alone dwell for ever The kings of the sea."But, children, at midnight, When soft the winds blow, When clear falls the moonlight, When spring-tides are low; When sweet airs come seaward From heaths starr'd with broom, And high rocks throw mildly On t
- 280 "Oh, I _can't_ guess, Tom," said Maggie, impatiently."Don't be a spitfire, else I won't tell you," said Tom, thrusting his hand back into his pocket and looking determined."No, Tom," said Maggie, imploringly, laying hold of the arm that was held
- 281 she added, as became a fearful woman, accusing she didn't know whom of she didn't know what."Nay, nay, she's none drownded," said Mr. Tulliver. "You've been naughty to her, I doubt, Tom?""I'm sure I haven't, father," said Tom indignantly. "I
- 282 Well! there was no hope for it; he was gone now, and Maggie could think of no comfort but to sit down by the hollow, or wander by the hedgerow, and fancy it was all different, refas.h.i.+oning her little world into just what she should like it to be.IV Ma
- 283 Maggie seemed to be listening to a chorus of reproach and derision. Her first flush came from anger, which gave her a transient power of defiance, and Tom thought she was braving it out, supported by the recent appearance of the pudding and custard. Under
- 284 "Sitting under the tree, against the pond," said Tom, apparently indifferent to everything but the string and the turkey c.o.c.k."Then go and fetch her in this minute, you naughty boy. And how could you think o' going to the pond, and taking your sist
- 285 "Ay, very glad," said the younger man, who was looking at Maggie's silver thimble and other small matters that had been taken from her pocket. He returned them all except the thimble to the younger woman, with some observation, and she immediately rest
- 286 When I returned to Nkongon Mboumba I found there my old friend Akondogo, chief of one of the Commi villages, who had just returned from the Ngobi country, a little further south. To my great surprise and pleasure, he had brought for me a living gorilla, a
- 287 Many a village Bose, fit only to course a mud-turtle in a victualling cellar, sported his heavy quarters in the woods, without the knowledge of his master, and ineffectually smelled at old fox burrows and woodchucks' holes; led perchance by some slight c
- 288 SALMON FIs.h.i.+NG _By_ RUDYARD KIPLING California and I, crying for salmon, reached Portland, and the real-estate man to whom I had been intrusted by "Portland" the insurance man, met us in the street saying that fifteen miles away, across country, we
- 289 The bull's-horn thorn does not grow at the mines in the forest, nor are the small ants attending on them found there. They seem specially adapted for the tree, and I have seen them nowhere else. Besides the little ants, I found another ant that lives on
- 290 "Ah! give him me, wife; I must look at him."The mother seemed to give up his son to him with reluctance, and stayed before him with her arms extended, as if she feared the child would have a fall. The nurse began again in her turn to speak, and renewed
- 291 "But, wretched man!" cried she, "he only sold it for our sakes!"The joiner looked at his wife and son with astonishment. The latter related how he had entered into a negotiation with Master Benoit, who had positively refused to sell his business unles
- 292 But no,--what here we call our life is such, So little to be loved, and thou so much, That I should ill requite thee to constrain Thy unbound spirit into bounds again.Thou--as a gallant bark, from Albion's[339-8] coast, (The storms all weathered and the
- 293 THE REAPER'S DREAM _By_ THOMAS BUCHANAN READ The road was lone; the gra.s.s was dank With night-dews on the briery bank Whereon a weary reaper sank.His garb was old; his visage tanned; The rusty sickle in his hand Could find no work in all the land.He sa
- 294 One cut with my sea-gully, and the _Hispaniola_ would go humming down the tide.So far so good; but it next occurred to my recollection that a taut hawser, suddenly cut, is a thing as dangerous as a kicking horse. Ten to one, if I were so foolhardy as to c
- 295 For some time she had been doing the worst thing possible for me--standing still. She headed nearly due south, yawing, of course, all the time. Each time she fell off her sails partly filled, and these brought her in a moment right to the wind again. I ha
- 296 "You can kill the body, Mr. Hands, but not the spirit; you must know that already," I replied. "O'Brien there is in another world, and maybe watching us.""Ah!" says he. "Well, that's unfort'nate--appears as if killing parties was a waste of time
- 297 Near the town of Haverhill, Ma.s.sachusetts, in the old homestead of his father's family, the poet John Greenleaf Whittier was born December 17, 1807. Like all the other children who generation after generation had come to live in this Quaker dwelling, h
- 298 NOTE.--"He says in a letter that he felt, as he walked up the hills, very forlorn and desolate indeed, not knowing what was to become of him in the big world, which grew bigger as he ascended, and yet darker with the coming on of night. The sun had alrea
- 299 1. What does the stainless ivory in the cubes indicate?2. What is the meaning of the veins, streaks, and spots and the dark crimson flush in the spheres?3. Are the letters L, I, E, always visible? Does this mean that lies are not always known to be lies t
- 300 A CHILD'S THOUGHT OF G.o.d _By_ ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING They say that G.o.d lives very high, But if you look above the pines You cannot see our G.o.d, and why?And if you dig down in the mines You never see Him in the gold; Though, from Him, all that'