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by Jack London There was nothing striking in the appearance of Chun Ah Chun. He was rather undersized, as Chinese go, and the Chinese narrow

Circe’s Palace by Nathaniel Hawthorne Some of you have heard, no doubt, of the wise King Ulysses, and how he went to the siege of

by Charles W. Chesnutt I The old woman stood at the back door of the cabin, shading her eyes with her hand, and looking across

by William Dean Howells William Dean Howells published this dialog in The Daughter of the Storage and Other Things in Prose and Verse in 1916.

by Guy de Maupassant How strange those old recollections are which haunt us, without our being able to get rid of them. This one is

by James Joyce The matron had given her leave to go out as soon as the women’s tea was over and Maria looked forward to

by Guy de Maupassant Abbe Marignan’s martial name suited him well. He was a tall, thin priest, fanatic, excitable, yet upright. All his beliefs were

by Jerome K. Jerome There are two kinds of clocks. There is the clock that is always wrong, and that knows it is wrong, and

by Ralph Henry Barbour All my life I’ve lived on a barge. My father, he worked a barge from London to Tonbridge, and ’twas on

by H.H. Munro (SAKI) Marion Eggelby sat talking to Clovis on the only subject that she ever willingly talked about – her offspring and their

by Guy de Maupassant Throughout the whole countryside the Lucas farm, was known as “the Manor.” No one knew why. The peasants doubtless attached to

by Herman Melville [AKA, The Crowing of the Noble Cock Beneventano] In all parts of the world many high-spirited revolts from rascally despotisms had of

by Bret Harte It had been a day of triumph for Colonel Starbottle. First, for his personality, as it would have been difficult to separate

by T.S. Arthur “We shall have to give them a wedding party,” said Mrs. Eldridge to her husband. Mr. Eldridge assented. “They will be home

by Washington Irving TO THE EDITOR OF THE KNICKERBOCKER. Sir, I observe, with pleasure, that you are performing from time to time a pious duty,

by T.S. Arthur “Are you going to call upon Mrs. Clayton and her daughters, Mrs. Marygold?” asked a neighbor, alluding to a family that had

by O. Henry There are no more Christmas stories to write. Fiction is exhausted; and newspaper items, the next best, are manufactured by clever young

Concerning a Dog-fight by Banjo Paterson Dog-fighting as a sport is not much in vogue now-a-days. To begin with it is illegal. Not that THAT

by P. G. Wodehouse If a fellow has lots of money and lots of time and lots of curiosity about other fellows’ business, it is

by Honore de Balzac In the good town of Bourges, at the time when that lord the king disported himself there, who afterwards abandoned his

by Honore de Balzac The old chronicler who furnished the hemp to weave the present story, is said to have lived at the time when

by Mark Twain Against all chambermaids, of whatsoever age or nationality, I launch the curse of bachelordom! Because: They always put the pillows at the

Concerning a Steeplechase Rider by Banjo Paterson Of all the ways in which men get a living there is none so hard and so precarious

by Mark Twain Some months ago I published a magazine article[1] descriptive of a remarkable scene in the Imperial Parliament in Vienna. Since then I