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Recollections of the War of 1812 by William DunlopHe served in the army in Canada and in India and thereafter distinguished himself as an author and man of letters.He settled in Canada permanently in 1825 and for more than 20 years was actively engaged in public and philanthropic affairs.Succeeding his brother, Capt. Dunlop, as Member of the Provincial Parliament and taking successful interest in the welfare of Canada, and died lamented by many friends1848.The favourable reception of a small work on this colony has emboldened me again to come before the public in the character of an author, and as it is fifteen years since I last obtruded myself in that capacity, I have at least to boast of the merit assumed to himself by the sailor in his prayer, during a hurricane, "Thou knowest it is seldom that I trouble thee," and I may hope on the same grounds to be listened to.It is now upwards of thirty-three years since I became acquainted with this country, of which I was eleven years absent. During that time I visited the other quarters of the globe. My design in this work is to shew the almost incredible improvement that has taken place during that period. Notwithstanding all that has been written by tourists, &c., very little indeed is known of the value and capabilities of Canada, as a colony, by the people of Great Britain.I have not arrived at anything like methodical arrangement further than stating in their chronological order, events and scenes of which I was a witness, with occasional anecdotes of parties therein concerned, so that those who do not approve of such a desultory mode of composition, need not, after this fore-warning, read any further. My intention, in fact, is not exclusively either to instruct or amuse, but, if I possibly can accomplish it, to do a little of both. I wish to give an account of the effect of the changes that have taken place in my day in the colony, on my own feelings, rather than to enter into any philosophical enquiry into their causes; and if in this attempt I should sometimes degenerate into what my late lamented friend, the Ettrick Shepherd, would have denominated havers, I hope you will remember that this is an infirmity to which even Homer (see Horace,) is liable; and if, like hereditary disease, it is a proof of paternity, every author in verse or prose who has written since his day, has ample grounds whereon to found its pretensions to a most ancient and honourable descent.

The Mystery of Arnold Hall by Helen M. PersonsI Pat’s Chance - II Anne - III “Hill Top” - IV The Alley Gang - V Moss - VI A Meddler - VII A Fall - VIII Jack or Tut? - IX A Tough Proposition - X Jack in Danger - XI Aunt Betsy to the Rescue - XII On Duty - XIII A Fire - XIV An Investigation - XV Under Arrest - XVI A Picnic - XVII A Robbery - XVIII A Week End - XIX A Weird Experience - XX The Reward - XXI Pat’s Sacrifice - XXII Clarice - XXIII Solutions

The Life Savers - A story of the United States life-saving service by James OtisThe development of the American Life-Saving Service covers nearly a century.“... The initiatory movement was the organization by a few benevolent persons of the Massachusetts Humane Society in 1786. In attempting to alleviate the miseries of shipwreck on the Massachusetts coast, small huts were built; and in 1807 the first life-boat station was established at Cohasset. The Society depended upon voluntary crews, but so much was accomplished of value that some pecuniary aid was received, as time wore on, from both State and general governments.“The magnificent work of the Coast Survey, begun in earnest in 1832, absorbed the resources of Congress for a decade and a half, during which period nothing was attempted in the way of life-2saving except through voluntary societies. A few public vessels were, indeed, authorized in 1837 to cruise near the coast for the assistance of shipping in distress, but it was through the movement in aid of commerce, which extended to the lighthouse system.“In 1847, five thousand dollars were appropriated by Congress toward furnishing lighthouses on the Atlantic with the facilities for aiding shipwrecked mariners. The money, after remaining in the Treasury two years unused, was permitted to be expended by the Massachusetts society upon Cape Cod.“In the summer of 1848, the Hon. William A. Newell, then a member of the House of Representatives from New Jersey, incited by some terrible shipwrecks on the coast of that State, induced Congress, through his eloquence, to appropriate ten thousand dollars for providing surf-boats and other appliances ‘for the protection of life and property from shipwreck on the coast between Sandy Hook and Little Egg Harbor.’ During the next session a still larger appropriation was obtained. Twenty-two station-houses were erected on the coasts of New Jersey and Long Island, and although no persons were paid or authorized to take charge of them, and they were manned by extemporized crews, their value in several cases of shipwreck was so great that3 Congress made further appropriations from year to year, and stations and life-boats gradually multiplied.

The Crystal Ball / A Mystery Story for Girls by Roy J. SnellFlorence Huyler read the number on the door. She wondered at the lack of light from within; the glass of the door was like a slab of ebony.“No one here,” she murmured. “Just my luck.”For all that, she put out a hand to grasp the knob. In a city office building, ten stories up, one does not knock. Florence did not so much as allow the yielding door to make a sound. She turned the knob as one imagines a robber might turn the dial of a safe—slowly, silently.

The Real Jefferson Davis by Landon KnightFor four years Jefferson Davis was the central and most conspicuous figure in the greatest revolution of history. Prior to that time no statesman of his day left a deeper or more permanent impress upon legislation. His achievements alone as Secretary of War entitle him to rank as a benefactor of his country. But notwithstanding all of this he is less understood than any other man in history. This fact induced me a year ago to compile a series of magazine articles which had the single purpose in view of painting the real Jefferson Davis as he was. Of course, the task was a difficult one under any circumstances, and almost an impossible one in the restricted scope of six papers, as it appeared in The Pilgrim. However, the public according to these papers an interest far beyond my expectation, I have decided to revise and publish them in book form.This work does not attempt an exhaustive treatment of the subject but, as the author has tried faithfully and without prejudice or predilection to paint the soldier, the statesman, the private citizen as he was, he trusts that this little volume may not be unacceptable to those who love the truth for its own sake.

Fair Haven and Foul Strand by August StrindbergThe quarantine doctor was a man of five-and-sixty, well-preserved, short, slim and elastic, with a military bearing which recalled the fact that he had served in the Army Medical Corps. From birth he belonged to the eccentrics who feel uncomfortable in life and are never at home in it. Born in a mining district, of well-to-do but stern parents, he had no pleasant recollections of his childhood. His father and mother never spoke kindly, even when there was occasion to do so, but always harshly, with or without cause. His mother was one of those strange characters who get angry about nothing. Her anger arose without visible cause, so that her son sometimes thought she was not right in her head, and sometimes that she was deaf and could not hear properly, for occasionally her response to an act of kindness was a box on the ears. Therefore the boy became mistrustful towards people in general, for the only natural bond which should have united him to humanity with tenderness, was broken, and everything in life assumed a hostile appearance. Accordingly, though he did not show it, he was always in a posture of defence.At school he had friends, but since he did not know how sincerely he wished them well, he became submissive, and made all kinds of concessions in order to preserve his faith in real friendship. By so doing he let his friends encroach so much that they oppressed him and began to tyrannise over him. When matters came to this point, he went his own way without giving any explanations. But he soon found a new friend with whom the same story was repeated from beginning to end. The result was that later in life he only sought for acquaintances, and grew accustomed to rely only upon himself. When he was confirmed, and felt mature and responsible through being declared ecclesiastically of age, an event happened which proved a turning-point in his life. He came home too late for a meal and his mother received him with a shower of blows from a stick. Without thinking, the young man raised his hand, and gave her a box on the ear. For a moment mother and son confronted each other, he expecting the roof to fall in or that he would be struck dead in some miraculous way. But nothing happened. His mother went out as though nothing had occurred, and behaved afterwards as though nothing unusual had taken place between them.

London Souvenirs by Charles William HeckethornI. GAMBLING-CLUBS AND HIGH PLAY - II. WITTY WOMEN AND PRETTY WOMEN - III. OLD LONDON COFFEE-HOUSES - IV. OLD M.P.S AND SOME OF THEIR SAYINGS - V. FAMOUS OLD ACTORS - VI. OLD JUDGES AND SOME OF THEIR SAYINGS - VII. SOME FAMOUS LONDON ACTRESSES - VIII. QUEER CLUBS OF FORMER DAYS - IX. CURIOUS STORIES OF THE STOCK EXCHANGE - X. WITS AND BEAUX OF OLD LONDON SOCIETY - XI. LONDON SEEN THROUGH FOREIGN SPECTACLES - XII. OLD LONDON TAVERNS AND TEA-GARDENS - a. THE GALLERIED TAVERNS OF OLD LONDON – b. II. OLD LONDON TEA-GARDENS - XIII. WILLIAM PATERSON AND THE BANK OF ENGLAND - XIV. THE OLD DOCTORS - XV. THE LOST RIVERS OF LONDON - XVI. ROGUES ASSORTED - XVII. BARS AND BARRISTERS - XVIII. THE SUBLIME BEEFSTEAKERS AND THE KIT-KAT AND ROTA CLUBS - XIX. HAMPTON COURT PALACE AND ITS MASTERS

The Book of Camp-Lore and Woodcraft by Daniel Carter BeardBoys, if this foreword is too "highbrow" for your taste, skip it, but the author don't believe you will, and even if he has used some dictionary words he feels that you will forgive him after he tells you that he did so only because of the lack of time to think up more simple terms. What he wants to say is that. . . .Boyhood is a wonderful and invaluable asset to the nation, for in the breast of every boy there is a divine spark, materialists call it the "urge of youth," others call it the "Christ in man," the Quakers call it the "inner light," but all view it with interest and anxiety, the ignorant with fear and the wise with understanding sympathy, but also with a feeling akin to awe.Those of us who think we know boys, feel that this "inner light" illuminating their wonderful powers of imagination, is the compelling force culminating in the vigorous accomplishments of manhood. It is the force which sent Columbus voyaging over the unknown seas, which sent Captain Cook on his voyage around the world, the same force which carried Lindbergh in his frail airship across the Atlantic. Yes, it is the sublime force which has inspired physicians and laymen to cheerfully risk and sacrifice their lives in search of the cause of Yellow Fever, Anthrax, Hydrophobia and other communicable diseases . . . no, not for science but forHUMANITY!

One Irish Summer by William Eleroy Curtis.I. -A Summer in Ireland - II. -The Cathedrals and Dean Swift - III. -How Ireland is Governed - IV. -Dublin Castle - V. -The Redemption of Ireland - VI. -Sacred Spots in Dublin - VII. -The Old and New Universities - VIII. -Round about Dublin - IX. -The Landlords and the Landless - X. -Maynooth College and Carton House - XI. -Drogheda, and the Valley of the Boyne - XII. -Tara, the Ancient Capital of Ireland - XIII. -Saint Patrick and his Successor - XIV. -The Sinn Fein Movement - XV. -The North of Ireland - XVI. -The Thriving City of Belfast - XVII. -The Quaint Old Town of Derry - XVIII. -Irish Emigration and Commerce - XIX. -Irish Characteristics and Customs - XX. -Wicklow and Wexford - XXI. -The Land of Ruined Castles - XXII. -The Irish Horse and his Owner - XXIII. -Cork and Blarney Castle - XXIV. -Reminiscences of Sir Walter Raleigh - XXV. -Glengariff, the Loveliest Spot in Ireland - XXVI. -The Lakes of Killarney - XXVII. -Intemperance, Insanity, and Crime - XXVIII. -The Education of Irish Farmers - XXIX. -Limerick, Askeaton, and Adare - XXX. -County Galway and Recent Land Troubles - XXXI. -Connemara and the Northwest Coast - XXXII. -Work of the Congested Districts Board

The Shadow Passes - A Mystery Story for Boys by Roy J. Snell“And then I saw it—the Shadow.”The speaker’s eyes appeared to snap. Johnny Thompson leaned forward in his chair. “It glided through the fog without a sound.” The voice droned on, “Not a sound, mind you! We had a small boat with powerful motors. I stepped on the gas. Our motors roared. We were after that shadow.”“And then?” Johnny Thompson whispered.“For all I know,” the black-eyed man murmured, leaning back in his chair, “we might have cut that shadow square in two. Anyway, that’s the last we saw of it for that day.“But think of it!” he exclaimed after a second’s pause. ”Think of the thing just disappearing in the fog like that!”He was a romantic figure, this man Blackie. The boys of Matanuska Valley in Alaska loved this gathering of an evening about the red-hot stove in the store. And no part of the evening’s entertainment was ever half so thrilling as Blackie’s stories.

Perkins of Portland / Perkins The Great by Ellis Parker ButlerTHERE was very little about Perkins that was not peculiar. To mention his peculiarities would be a long task; he was peculiar from the ground up. His shoes had rubber soles, his hat had peculiar mansard ventilators on each side, his garments were vile as to fit, and altogether he had the appearance of being a composite picture.We first met in the Golden Hotel office in Cleveland, Ohio. I was reading a late copy of a morning paper and smoking a very fairish sort of cigar, when a hand was laid on my arm. I turned and saw in the chair beside me a beaming face."Just read that!" he said, poking an envelope under my nose. "No, no!" he cried; "on the back of it."What I read was:"Perkins's Patent Porous Plaster Makes all pains and aches fly faster.""Great, isn't it?" he asked, before I could express myself. "That first line, 'Perkins's Patent Porous Plaster,' just takes the cake. And the last line! That is a gem, if I do say it myself. Has the whole story in seven words. 'All pains and aches!' Everything from sore feet to backache; all the way from A to Z in the dictionary of diseases. Comprehensive as a presidential message. Full of meat as a refrigerator- car. 'Fly faster!' Faster than any other patent med. or dope would make them fly. 'Makes!' They've got to fly! See? 'Perkins's Patent Porous Plaster MAKES all pains and aches fly faster,' 'makes ALL pains and aches fly faster,' 'makes all pains and aches fly FASTER.' Isn't she a beaut.? Say, you can't forget that in a thousand years. You'll find yourself saying it on your death-bed:"'Perkins's Patent Porous Plaster Makes all pains and aches fly faster.'"