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The Caesars - The Caesars The Caesars - The Caesars

The Caesars - The Caesars
The condition of the Roman Emperors has never yet been fully appreciated; nor has it been sufficiently perceived in what respects it was absolutely unique. There was but one Rome: no other city, as we are satisfied by the collation of many facts, either of ancient or modern times, has ever rivalled this astonishing metropolis in the grandeur of magnitude; and not many--if we except the cities of Greece, none at all--in the grandeur of architectural display. Speaking even of London, we ought in all reason to say--the _Nation of London, and not the City of London; but of Rome in... Nonfictions - Post by : p00kie - Date : May 2012 - Author : Thomas De Quincey - Read : 3623

A Son Of The Middle Border - Chapter 35. The Homestead In The Valley A Son Of The Middle Border - Chapter 35. The Homestead In The Valley

A Son Of The Middle Border - Chapter 35. The Homestead In The Valley
CHAPTER XXXV. The Homestead in the ValleyTo my father the Golden Gate of San Francisco was grandly romantic. It was associated in his mind with Bret Harte and the Goldseekers of Forty Nine, as well as with Fremont and the Mexican War, hence one of his expressed desires for many years had been to stand on the hills above the bay and look out on the ocean. "I know Boston," he said, "and I want to know Frisco." My mother's interest in the city was more personal. She was eager to see her son Franklin play his part in a real... Nonfictions - Post by : p00kie - Date : May 2012 - Author : Hamlin Garland - Read : 1099

A Son Of The Middle Border - Chapter 34. We Go To California A Son Of The Middle Border - Chapter 34. We Go To California

A Son Of The Middle Border - Chapter 34. We Go To California
CHAPTER XXXIV. We Go to CaliforniaThe idea of a homestead now became an obsession with me. As a proletariat I knew the power of the landlord and the value of land. My love of the wilderness was increasing year by year, but all desire to plow the wild land was gone. My desire for a home did not involve a lonely cabin in a far-off valley, on the contrary I wanted roads and bridges and neighbors. My hope now was to possess a minute isle of safety in the midst of the streaming currents of western life--a little solid ground in... Nonfictions - Post by : p00kie - Date : May 2012 - Author : Hamlin Garland - Read : 725

A Son Of The Middle Border - Chapter 33. The End Of The Sunset Trail A Son Of The Middle Border - Chapter 33. The End Of The Sunset Trail

A Son Of The Middle Border - Chapter 33. The End Of The Sunset Trail
CHAPTER XXXIII. The End of the Sunset TrailIn February while attending a conference of reformers in St. Louis I received a letter from my mother which greatly disturbed me. "I wish I could see you," she wrote. "I am not very well this winter, I can't go out very often and I get very lonesome for my boys. If only you did not live so far away!" There was something in this letter which made all that I was doing in the convention of no account, and on the following evening I took the train for Columbia, the little village in... Nonfictions - Post by : p00kie - Date : May 2012 - Author : Hamlin Garland - Read : 2066

A Son Of The Middle Border - Chapter 29. I Join The Anti-Poverty Brigade A Son Of The Middle Border - Chapter 29. I Join The Anti-Poverty Brigade

A Son Of The Middle Border - Chapter 29. I Join The Anti-Poverty Brigade
CHAPTER XXIX. I Join the Anti-Poverty BrigadeIn the slow procession of my struggling fortunes this visit to the West seems important, for it was the beginning of my career as a fictionist. My talk with Kirkland and my perception of the sordid monotony of farm life had given me a new and very definite emotional relationship to my native state. I perceived now the tragic value of scenes which had hitherto appeared merely dull or petty. My eyes were opened to the enforced misery of the pioneer. As a reformer my blood was stirred to protest. As a writer I was... Nonfictions - Post by : p00kie - Date : May 2012 - Author : Hamlin Garland - Read : 3257

A Son Of The Middle Border - Chapter 28. A Visit To The West A Son Of The Middle Border - Chapter 28. A Visit To The West

A Son Of The Middle Border - Chapter 28. A Visit To The West
CHAPTER XXVIII. A Visit to the WestAt twenty-seven years of age, and after having been six years absent from Osage, the little town in which I went to school, I found myself able to revisit it. My earnings were still humiliatingly less than those of a hod-carrier, but by shameless economy I had saved a little over one hundred dollars and with this as a travelling fund, I set forth at the close of school, on a vacation tour which was planned to include the old home in the Coulee, the Iowa farm, and my father's house in Dakota. I took... Nonfictions - Post by : p00kie - Date : May 2012 - Author : Hamlin Garland - Read : 975

A Son Of The Middle Border - Chapter 27. Enter A Friend A Son Of The Middle Border - Chapter 27. Enter A Friend

A Son Of The Middle Border - Chapter 27. Enter A Friend
CHAPTER XXVII. Enter a FriendOne night seeing that the principal of a well known School of Oratory was bulletined to lecture at the Young Men's Union upon "The Philosophy of Expression" I went to hear him, more by way of routine than with any expectation of being enlightened or even interested, but his very first words surprised and delighted me. His tone was positive, his phrases epigrammatic, and I applauded heartily. "Here is a man of thought," I said. At the close of the address I ventured to the platform and expressed to him my interest in what he had said.... Nonfictions - Post by : p00kie - Date : May 2012 - Author : Hamlin Garland - Read : 2856

A Son Of The Middle Border - Chapter 26. On To Boston A Son Of The Middle Border - Chapter 26. On To Boston

A Son Of The Middle Border - Chapter 26. On To Boston
CHAPTER XXVI. On to BostonWith plenty of time to think, I thought, crouched low in my seat silent as an owl. True, I dozed off now and again but even when shortened by these periods of forgetfulness, the journey seemed interminable and when I reached the grimy old shed of a station which was the Chicago terminal of the Northwestern in those days, I was glad of a chance to taste outside air, no matter how smoky it reported itself to be. My brother, who was working in the office of a weekly farm journal, met me with an air of... Nonfictions - Post by : p00kie - Date : May 2012 - Author : Hamlin Garland - Read : 1908

A Son Of The Middle Border - Chapter 25. The Land Of The Straddle-Bug A Son Of The Middle Border - Chapter 25. The Land Of The Straddle-Bug

A Son Of The Middle Border - Chapter 25. The Land Of The Straddle-Bug
CHAPTER XXV. The Land of the Straddle-BugA night in Chicago (where I saw Salvini play Othello), a day in Neshonoc to visit my Uncle Richard, and I was again in the midst of a jocund rush of land-seekers. The movement which had begun three years before was now at its height. Thousands of cars, for lack of engines to move them, were lying idle on the switches all over the west. Trains swarming with immigrants from every country of the world were haltingly creeping out upon the level lands. Norwegians, Swedes, Danes, Scotchmen, Englishmen, and Russians all mingled in this flood... Nonfictions - Post by : p00kie - Date : May 2012 - Author : Hamlin Garland - Read : 3542

A Son Of The Middle Border - Chapter 24. Tramping, New York, Washington, And Chicago A Son Of The Middle Border - Chapter 24. Tramping, New York, Washington, And Chicago

A Son Of The Middle Border - Chapter 24. Tramping, New York, Washington, And Chicago
CHAPTER XXIV. Tramping, New York, Washington, and ChicagoFor two days we followed the Amonoosuc (which is a lovely stream), tramping along exquisite winding roads, loitering by sunny ripples or dreaming in the shadow of magnificent elms. It was all very, very beautiful to us of the level lands of Iowa and Dakota. These brooks rushing over their rocky beds, these stately trees and these bleak mountain-tops looming behind us, all glowed with the high splendor, of which we had dreamed. At noon we called at a farm-house to get something to eat and at night we paid for lodging in a... Nonfictions - Post by : p00kie - Date : May 2012 - Author : Hamlin Garland - Read : 1393

A Son Of The Middle Border - Chapter 23. Coasting Down Mt. Washington A Son Of The Middle Border - Chapter 23. Coasting Down Mt. Washington

A Son Of The Middle Border - Chapter 23. Coasting Down Mt. Washington
CHAPTER XXIII. Coasting Down Mt. WashingtonIn spite of all our anxiety, we enjoyed this search for work. The farmers were all so comically inquisitive. A few of them took us for what we were, students out on a vacation. Others though kind enough, seemed lacking in hospitality, from the western point of view, and some were openly suspicious--but the roads, the roads! In the west thoroughfares ran on section lines and were defined by wire fences. Here they curved like Indian trails following bright streams, and the stone walls which bordered them were festooned with vines as in a garden. That... Nonfictions - Post by : p00kie - Date : May 2012 - Author : Hamlin Garland - Read : 2108

A Son Of The Middle Border - Chapter 19. End Of School Days A Son Of The Middle Border - Chapter 19. End Of School Days

A Son Of The Middle Border - Chapter 19. End Of School Days
CHAPTER XIX. End of School DaysThough my years at the Seminary were the happiest of my life they are among the most difficult for me to recover and present to my readers. During half the year I worked on the farm fiercely, unsparing of myself, in order that I might have an uninterrupted season of study in the village. Each term was very like another so far as its broad program went but innumerable, minute but very important progressions carried me toward manhood, events which can hardly be stated to an outsider. Burton remained my room-mate and in all our vicissitudes... Nonfictions - Post by : huffdaddy - Date : May 2012 - Author : Hamlin Garland - Read : 2581

A Son Of The Middle Border - Chapter 18. Back To The Farm A Son Of The Middle Border - Chapter 18. Back To The Farm

A Son Of The Middle Border - Chapter 18. Back To The Farm
CHAPTER XVIII. Back to the FarmJudging from the entries in a small diary of this date, I was neither an introspective youth nor one given to precocious literary subtleties. On March 27th, 1877, I made this entry; "Today we move back upon the farm." This is all of it! No more, no less. Not a word to indicate whether I regretted the decision or welcomed it, and from subsequent equally bald notes, I derive the information that my father retained his position as grain buyer, and that he drove back and forth daily over the five miles which lay between the... Nonfictions - Post by : houser - Date : May 2012 - Author : Hamlin Garland - Read : 2064

A Son Of The Middle Border - Chapter 17. A Taste Of Village Life A Son Of The Middle Border - Chapter 17. A Taste Of Village Life

A Son Of The Middle Border - Chapter 17. A Taste Of Village Life
CHAPTER XVII. A Taste of Village LifeThe change from farm to village life, though delightful, was not so complete as we had anticipated, for we not only carried with us several cows and a span of horses, but the house which we had rented stood at the edge of town and possessed a large plot; therefore we not only continued to milk cows and curry horses, but set to work at once planting potatoes and other vegetables almost as if still upon the farm. The soil had been poorly cultivated for several years, and the weeds sprang up like dragons' teeth.... Nonfictions - Post by : houser - Date : May 2012 - Author : Hamlin Garland - Read : 2176

A Son Of The Middle Border - Chapter 16. We Move To Town A Son Of The Middle Border - Chapter 16. We Move To Town

A Son Of The Middle Border - Chapter 16. We Move To Town
CHAPTER XVI. We Move to TownOne day, soon after the death of my sister Harriet, my father came home from a meeting of the Grange with a message which shook our home with the force of an earth-quake. The officers of the order had asked him to become the official grain-buyer for the county, and he had agreed to do it. "I am to take charge of the new elevator which is just being completed in Osage," he said. The effect of this announcement was far-reaching. First of all it put an end not merely to our further pioneering but, (as... Nonfictions - Post by : houser - Date : May 2012 - Author : Hamlin Garland - Read : 2421

A Son Of The Middle Border - Chapter 15. Harriet Goes Away A Son Of The Middle Border - Chapter 15. Harriet Goes Away

A Son Of The Middle Border - Chapter 15. Harriet Goes Away
CHAPTER XV. Harriet Goes AwayGirls on the Border came to womanhood early. At fifteen my sister Harriet considered herself a young lady and began to go out to dances with Cyrus and Albert and Frances. She was small, moody and silent, and as all her interests became feminine I lost that sense of comradeship with which we used to ride after the cattle and I turned back to my brother who was growing into a hollow-chested lanky lad--and in our little sister Jessie we took increasing interest. She was a joyous child, always singing like a canary. SHE was never a... Nonfictions - Post by : houser - Date : May 2012 - Author : Hamlin Garland - Read : 3605

A Son Of The Middle Border - Chapter 14. Wheat And The Harvest A Son Of The Middle Border - Chapter 14. Wheat And The Harvest

A Son Of The Middle Border - Chapter 14. Wheat And The Harvest
CHAPTER XIV. Wheat and the HarvestThe early seventies were years of swift change on the Middle Border. Day by day the settlement thickened. Section by section the prairie was blackened by the plow. Month by month the sweet wild meadows were fenced and pastured and so at last the colts and cows all came into captivity, and our horseback riding ceased, cut short as if by some imperial decree. Lanes of barbed wire replaced the winding wagon trails, our saddles gathered dust in the grain-sheds, and groves of Lombardy poplar and European larch replaced the tow-heads of aspen and hazel through... Nonfictions - Post by : houser - Date : May 2012 - Author : Hamlin Garland - Read : 2602

A Son Of The Middle Border - Chapter 13. Boy Life On The Prairie A Son Of The Middle Border - Chapter 13. Boy Life On The Prairie

A Son Of The Middle Border - Chapter 13. Boy Life On The Prairie
CHAPTER XIII. Boy Life on the PrairieThe snows fell deep in February and when at last the warm March winds began to blow, lakes developed with magical swiftness in the fields, and streams filled every swale, transforming the landscape into something unexpected and enchanting. At night these waters froze, bringing fields of ice almost to our door. We forgot all our other interests in the joy of the games which we played thereon at every respite from school, or from the wood-pile, for splitting firewood was our first spring task. From time to time as the weather permitted, father had been... Nonfictions - Post by : houser - Date : May 2012 - Author : Hamlin Garland - Read : 2494

A Son Of The Middle Border - Chapter 9. Our First Winter On The Prairie A Son Of The Middle Border - Chapter 9. Our First Winter On The Prairie

A Son Of The Middle Border - Chapter 9. Our First Winter On The Prairie
CHAPTER IX. Our First Winter on the PrairieFor a few days my brother and I had little to do other than to keep the cattle from straying, and we used our leisure in becoming acquainted with the region round about. It burned deep into our memories, this wide, sunny, windy country. The sky so big, and the horizon line so low and so far away, made this new world of the plain more majestic than the world of the Coulee.--The grasses and many of the flowers were also new to us. On the uplands the herbage was short and dry and... Nonfictions - Post by : houser - Date : May 2012 - Author : Hamlin Garland - Read : 2461

A Son Of The Middle Border - Chapter 8. We Move Again A Son Of The Middle Border - Chapter 8. We Move Again

A Son Of The Middle Border - Chapter 8. We Move Again
CHAPTER VIII. We Move AgainOne day there came into our home a strange man who spoke in a fashion new to me. He was a middle-aged rather formal individual, dressed in a rough gray suit, and father alluded to him privately as "that English duke." I didn't know exactly what he meant by this, but our visitor's talk gave me a vague notion of "the old country." "My home," he said, "is near Manchester. I have come to try farming in the American wilderness." He was kindly, and did his best to be democratic, but we children stood away from him,... Nonfictions - Post by : houser - Date : May 2012 - Author : Hamlin Garland - Read : 2472