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Tales and Proper NamesIndex to the Variants and AnaloguesIndex to the Notes of W. A. Clouston and W. F. KirbyAlphabetical Table of Notes (Anthropological, &c.)Additional Notes on the Bibliography of the Thousand and OneNights, by W. F. KirbyThe Biography of the Book and Its Reviewers ReviewedOpinions of the PressThe Translator's Foreword. This volume has been entitled "THE NEW ARABIAN 1 NIGHTS," a namenow hackneyed because applied to its contents as far back as 1819in Henry

rn sounded, and the mail-coach drew up at thedoor of the George and Dragon to set down a passenger and his luggage.Dick Turnbull rose and went out to the hall with careful bustle, andDoctor Torvey followed as far as the door, which commanded a view of it,and saw several trunks cased in canvas pitched into the hall, and bycareful Tom and a boy lifted one on top of the other, behind the cornerof the banister. It would have been below the dignity of his cloth to goout and read the labels on these,

Ne,rozo ne estas birdo, rozo estas floro.LESSON 2. Every "describing" word, that is, every word which tells the kind orquality of a person or thing, ends in "a," as "granda", large; "rugxa",red. (A describing word is called an ADJECTIVE). VOCABULARY. bEla : beautiful. jUna : young.blAnka : white. matUra : mature, ripe.blUa : blue. nOva : new.bOna : good. nUtra : nutritious.fidEla : faithful. pUra : pure, clean.fOrta : strong. rIcxa : rich.frEsxa : fresh.

he samovar has been on the table fortwo hours, and they are all out walking!VOITSKI. All right, don't get excited; here they come. Voices are heard approaching. SEREBRAKOFF, HELENA, SONIA, andTELEGIN come in from the depths of the garden, returning fromtheir walk. SEREBRAKOFF. Superb! Superb! What beautiful views! TELEGIN. They are wonderful, your Excellency. SONIA. To-morrow we shall go into the woods, shall we, papa? VOITSKI. Ladies and gentlemen, tea is ready. SEREBRAKOFF. Won't you please

at he is hardly even a caricaturist; that he is something very like a realist. Those comic monstrosities which the critics found incredible will be found to be the immense majority of the citizens of this country. We shall find that Sweedlepipe cuts our hair and Pumblechook sells our cereals; that Sam Weller blacks our boots and Tony Weller drives our omnibus. For the exaggerated notion of the exaggerations of Dickens (as was admirably pointed out by my old friend and enemy Mr. Blatchford in a

llen reiteration. Far away and more faintly sounded a whisper of different timbre: thrum, throom, thrum! Back and forth went the vibrations as the throbbing drums spoke to each other. What tales did they carry? What monstrous secrets whispered across the sullen, shadowy reaches of the unmapped jungle?"This, you are sure, is the bay where the Spanish ship put in?" "Yes, Senhor; the Negro swears this is the bay where the white man left the ship alone and went into the jungle."

ed. We were at war.There was no craft near us, and our surface speed is nearly twice that of our submerged, so I blew out the tanks and our whale-back came over the surface. All night we were steering south-west, making an average of eighteen knots. At about five in the morning, as I stood alone upon my tiny bridge, I saw, low down in the west, the scattered lights of the Norfolk coast. "Ah, Johnny, Johnny Bull," I said, as I looked at them, "you are going to have your lesson,

gish insect food that I felt the moment degrading.Kitty was, I felt, being a little too clever over it. "How is he wounded?" she asked. The caller traced a pattern on the carpet with her blunt toe. "I don't know how to put it; he's not exactly wounded. A shell burst--" "Concussion?" suggested Kitty. She answered with an odd glibness and humility, as though tendering us a term she had long brooded over without arriving at comprehension, and hoping that our superior

am, Gentlemen,Yours obediently,Richard F. Burton.Bodleian Library, August 5th, 1888 Contents of the Fifteenth Volume. 1. The History of the King's Son of Sind and the Lady Fatimah2. History of the Lovers of Syria3. History of Al-Hajjaj Bin Yusuf and the Young Sayyid4. Night Adventure of Harun Al-Rashid and the Youth Manjaba. Story of the Darwaysh and the Barber's Boy and theGreedy Sultanb. Tale of the Simpleton HusbandNote Concerning the "Tirrea Bede," Night 6555. The Loves of

rted by some magic sleight into another world, in which he was to become at home. With eagerness he now fell upon every thing that he could get hold of respecting China, the Chinese, and Pekin; and having somewhere found the Chinese sounds described, he laboured to pronounce them according to the description, with a fine chanting voice; nay, he even endeavoured, by means of the paper-scissors, to give his handsome calimanco bed-gowns the Chinese cut as much as possible, that he might have the