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On The Road by Anton Chekhov “Upon the breast of a gigantic crag, A golden cloudlet rested for one night.” LERMONTOV. IN the room which

by Rudyard Kipling If your mirror be broken, look into still water; but have a care that you do not fall in. Hindu Proverb. Next

by William Dean Howells Two names well-known in literature belong to Ashtabula County. Albion W. Tourgee was born there in 1838, and made a wide

by James Baldwin One day, news was brought to Gotham that the king was coming that way, and that he would pass through the town.

by T.S. Arthur “Our parlor carpet is beginning to look real shabby,” said Mrs. Cartwright. “I declare! if I don’t feel right down ashamed of

by Frank Stockton When an archery club was formed in our village, I was among the first to join it. But I should not, on

by Jack London ONE must go and see in order to know. My advance impression of Tampico, for one, was of a typical Mexican port

by Henry Cuyler Bunner This story is from Love in Old Cloathes and Other Stories (1896). “It is always with a feeling of personal tenderness

by Stephen Leacock Chapter One and Only “Ods-bodikins!” exclaimed Swearword, the Saxon, wiping his mailed brow with his iron hand, “a fair morn withal! Methinks

by Charles Dickens IT is unnecessary to say that we keep a bore. Everybody does. But, the bore whom we have the pleasure and honour

by Harriet Beecher Stowe We have just built our house in rather an out-of-the-way place–on the bank of a river, and under the shade of

by Charles Dickens In the Autumn-time of the year, when the great metropolis is so much hotter, so much noisier, so much more dusty or

by Charles Dickens We are delighted to find that he has got in! Our honourable friend is triumphantly returned to serve in the next Parliament.

by Charles Dickens Having earned, by many years of fidelity, the right to be sometimes inconstant to our English watering-place, we have dallied for two

by Guy de Maupassant Eight hours of railway travel induce sleep for some persons and insomnia for others with me, any journey prevents my sleeping

by Harriet Beecher Stowe Our establishment on Beacon Street had been for some days in a revolutionary state, owing to the fact that our second

by Charles Dickens We went to look at it, only this last Midsummer, and found that the Railway had cut it up root and branch.

by Bram Stoker We spoke of it as our New House simply because we thought of it as such and not from any claim to

by Charles Dickens We have the glorious privilege of being always in hot water if we like. We are a shareholder in a Great Parochial

by William Makepeace Thackeray Our street, from the little nook which I occupy in it, and whence I and a fellow-lodger and friend of mine

by O. Henry Okochee, in Georgia, had a boom, and J. Pinkney Bloom came out of it with a “wad.” Okochee came out of it

by Ernest Hemingway Out of Season was published in Hemingway’s collection, Three Stories and Ten Poems (1923), retrieved from Wikisource. On the four lira he

by P. G. Wodehouse Mark you, I am not defending James Datchett. I hold no brief for James. On the contrary, I am very decidedly