短篇小说 | At the 'Cadian Ball
Bobint, that big, brown, good-natured Bobint, had no intention of going to the ball, even though he knew Calixta would be there.
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短篇小说 | Old English Poetry
In common with all the world, we have been much delighted with "The Shepherd's Hunting" by Withers--a poem partaking, in a remarkable degree, of the peculiarities of "Il Penseroso." Speaking of Poesy the author says:
短篇小说 | An Apology
We have missed two issues of The Rolling Stone, and are now slightly convalescent, for which we desire to apologize and express our regrets.
短篇小说 | Athénaïse
"Listen, Cazeau! How Juliette's baby is crying! Pauvre ti chou, I wonder w'at is the matter with it?"
短篇小说 | Never Bet the Devil Your Head
"Con tal que las costumbres de un autor ," says Don Thomas de las Torres, in the preface to his "Amatory Poems" "sean puras y castas, importo muy poco que no sean igualmente severas sus obras" -- meaning, in plain English, that, provided the morals of an author are pure personally, it signifies nothing what are the morals of his books.
短篇小说 | An Afternoon Miracle
At the United States end of an international river bridge, four armed rangers sweltered in a little 'dobe hut, keeping a fairly faithful espionage upon the lagging trail of passengers from the Mexican side.
短篇小说 | At Chênière Caminada
There was no clumsier looking fellow in church that Sunday morning than Antoine Bocaze-the one they called Tonie.
短篇小说 | Mystification
THE BARON RITZNER VON JUNG was a noble Hungarian family, every member of which (at least as far back into antiquity as any certain records extend) was more or less remarkable for talent of some description -- the majority for that species of grotesquerie in conception of which Tieck, a scion of the house, has given a vivid, although by no means the most vivid exemplifications.
短篇小说 | An Adjustment of Nature
In an art exhibition the other day I saw a painting that had been sold for $5,000. The painter was a young scrub out of the West named Kraft, who had a favourite food and a pet theory.
短篇小说 | A Shameful Affair
Then a sudden, quick wave came beating into his brown throat and staining it crimson, when he guessed what it might be.
短篇小说 | Found in a Bottle
OF my country and of my family I have little to say. Ill usage and length of years have driven me from the one, and estranged me from the other.
短篇小说 | A Municipal Report
The cities are full of pride, Challenging each to each-- This from her mountainside, That from her burthened beach. R. KIPLING.
