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Excerpt from The Adventures of a Widow It is not long that the last conservative resident of Bond Street, proud of his ancient possessorship and no doubt loving the big brick structure with arched doorway and dormer windows in which he first saw the light, felt himself relentlessly swept from that interesting quarter by the stout besom of commerce. Interesting the street really is for all to whom old things appeal with any charm. It is charac...

Excerpt from Social Silhouettes: Being the Impressions of Mr. Mark Manhattan I used finely to take for granted, when I first cast the most casually observing eye upon social New York matters, that in the gaudy and dizzy whirl which is summed up by "going everywhere, " the person or persons who went everywhere always felt the sure and keen spur of a permanent enjoyment. It did not seem credible that the special development which cynic, optimis...

Excerpt from A Demoralizing Marriage "It ought to be a very brilliant ball, " said Mrs. Casilear. "I haven't a doubt that it will be, " returned the reporter for the Morning Luminary. Mrs. Casilear rose from her chair and moved several paces toward the centre of the really imperial drawing-room. She was a large-moulded woman, with luminous black eyes and a set of teeth that should have been quite flawless because she frequently showed them ...

Excerpt from New York: A Novel It was on© of those lovely April nights that sometimes bend over New York with tho sparkle of winter in their stars and the blandness of late spring in their large-flowing breezes. Clock was answering clock throughout tho vast town, and each, in big tolls, or low throbs, or faraway fairy trebles, counted cloven strokes before it ceased. A young man paused at tho gateway of Abingdon Square park. A few people wer...

Excerpt from American Push All day the wind had stung as it blew beneath a sky of slate. Even Gramercy Park looked bleak and cheerless while a brougham of elegant trim, with two liveried men on its box, rattled up to the door of a mansion just south of Irving Place. The inmate, a young man, wrapped to his ears in a huge coat lined with sable, remained inside his carriage until the footman's bell-ring had been answered. Then he lightly bounded...

Excerpt from The Confessions of Claud: A Romance More than thirty years ago, in a part of New-York which was then open field and is now densely-populated city, I, Otho Claud, first saw the light. My home was a square, prim cottage, guiltless of a single ornament. From its rear doorway, across rolling acres clad in the short verdure which is a sure token of barren or neglected soil, you could see the waters of the Hudson, sparkling and spaciou...

Excerpt from A Romance of Old New York The two young men had just turned a corner of State Street, and had come full into view of the Battery, green and breezy, with its flashes from the broad bay beyond, glimpsed between foliage of maple and elm. "Good-morning, Mr. Burr." "Good-morning, sir, good-morning." About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com T...

Excerpt from Agnosticism, and Other Essays Edgar Fawcett - a great poet, a meta-physician and logician - has been for years engaged in exploring that strange world wherein are supposed to be the springs of human action. He has sought for something back of motives, reasons, fancies, passions, prejudices, and the countless tides and tendencies that constitute the life of man. He has found some of the limitations of mind, and knows that beginni...

Excerpt from Women Must Weep: A Novel Just where West Eleventh street is so queerly deflected into a southward course by the cross-cut of Greenwich avenue and the abrupt birth of Seventh, you may find, among the plain brick dwellings, a sprinkling of smaller structures, two-storied, and even plainer still. Into one of these, death had of late entered, and his coming had been marked by many tears. Isaac Trask had just died, and lay now in his...

Excerpt from Purple and Fine Linen: A Novel Sept. 21. - I wonder why mamma always crowds Pineside with people the first week in October. I think that she does so partly because we are pretty sure to have divine days at that period, and partly because if ever people are obtainable as country-visitors it is just then, - at least the sort which mamma likes to have about her. Now that October is on the verge of appearing again, it seems very nat...

Excerpt from Short Poems for Short People Many of the poems in this volume have appeared in various magazines and journals throughout the country, previous to their present collection in book form. Permission to re-print a number of them has been obtained from Mr. Wm. Hays Ward, of The Independent, Messrs. James R. Osgood & Co., of Boston, Messrs. Hurd & Houghton, of New York, Messrs. Davis & Elverson, of Philadelphia, Messrs. Lee & Shepard, ...

Excerpt from An Ambitious Woman: A Novel If any spot on the globe can be found where even Spring has lost the sweet trick of making herself charming, a cynic in search of an opportunity for some such morose discovery might thank his baleful stars were chance to drift him upon Greenpoint. Whoever named the place in past days must have done so with a double satire, for Greenpoint is not a point, nor is it ever green. Years ago it began by being...

Excerpt from A Gentleman of Leisure: A NovelOh, no, replied Wainwright. Except a fourth cousin or two, I have no relations left'. Our direct line, as one might say, threatens to become extinct with myself.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to ...

Excerpt from Fantasy and Passion The salt sea-wind is a merry-maker, Rippling the wild bluff's daisied reach, The quick surf glides from the arching breaker And foams on the tawny beach. Out where the long reef glooms and glances And tosses sunward its diamond rains, Morn has pierced with her golden lances The dizzy light-house panes. Gladdened by sounds of infinite surges, Heedless what billow or gale may do, The white gulls float whe...

Excerpt from Divided Lives: A Novel The world, for at least one man who lived in it, was hung with black. This man's name was Hubert Throckmorton. He had taken the cars (a journey of about an hour or so) from New York to Ponchatuk. In this part of Long Island lay an estate of his, left him some years ago by his late father. The season was early June, and Locustwood (the name of Hubert's domain) was full of that peace, dream, and tender surpr...

Excerpt from Tinkling Cymbals One morning, in tho latter part of July, a lady chanced to emerge from the hall-door-way of a boarding-house in Newport, and stand upon its broad piazza, looking about her with that air of unconscious briskness which a sense of novel surroundings and a recent cup of good coffee will usually conspire to produce. The name of this lady was Mrs. Romilly - or Elizabeth Cleeve Romilly, as the world had long ago got in...

Excerpt from The Vulgarians April had been petulant and even savage, but May had succeeded her with skyfuls of bland blue above, and with timid yet diligent greeneries below. In this far Western town, built on a flat plain, whence the Rockies, with their scintillant summits, were distinctly visible, Nature seemed to have laid herself down as if from fatigue. She had done such dazzling things, you might have said, a hundred miles eastward, tha...

Excerpt from Songs of Doubt and Dream: Poems The few grow sleek with gains that make their vaults Harbors of futile treasure, one throng Sweats For bread to breathe by, one, still vaster, bows In yokes of toil that drag it nigh the brute. I speak not now -oi drones that drowse in sloth And Whose one proper wage is penury. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgott...

Excerpt from Romance and Revery, Poems And years before that time his worshipped wife, A queen Madonna-browed and saintly-eyed, With anguish had surrendered life for life, But momently a mother ere she died, And now within these palace-walls dwelt one, A princess, with long tresses like the sun. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a ...