DRAMATIS PERSONAE SIR JOHN FALSTAFFFENTON, a young gentlemanSHALLOW, a country justiceSLENDER, cousin to ShallowFORD, Gentleman dwelling at WindsorPAGE, Gentleman dwelling at WindsorWILLIAM PAGE, a boy, son to PageSIR HUGH EVANS, a Welsh parsonDOCTOR CAIUS, a French physicianHOST of the Garter InnBARDOLPH, PISTOL, NYM, Followers of FalstaffROBIN, page to FalstaffSIMPLE, servant to SlenderRUGBY, servant to Doctor Caius MISTRESS FORDMISTRESS PAGEMISTRESS ANNE PAGE, her daughter, in love with Fen...

Persons Represented. THESEUS, Duke of Athens.EGEUS, Father to Hermia...

Without, the night was cold and wet, but in the small parlour of Laburnam Villa the blinds were drawn and the fire burned brightly. Father and son were at chess, the former, who possessed ideas about the game involving radical changes, putting his king into such sharp and unnecessary perils that it even provoked comment from the white-haired old lady knitting placidly by the fire. "Hark at the wind," said Mr...

Mrs Warren’s Profession has been performed at last, after a delay of only eight years; and I have once more shared with Ibsen the triumphant amusement of startling all but the strongest-headed of the London theatre critics clean out of the practice of their profession...

What song the Syrens sang, or what name Achilles assumed when he hid himself among women, although puzzling questions, are not beyond all conjecture. --Sir Thomas Browne. The mental features discoursed of as the analytical, are, in themselves, but little susceptible of analysis...

In the month of August, 1841, I attended an antislavery convention in Nantucket, at which it was my happiness to become acquainted with FREDERICK DOUGLASS, the writer of the following Narrative...

The girl was one of those pretty and charming young creatures who sometimes are born, as if by a slip of fate, into a family of clerks. She had no dowry, no expectations, no way of being known, understood, loved, married by any rich and distinguished man; so she let herself be married to a little clerk of the Ministry of Public Instruction...

This work has been undertaken in the belief that a literal translation of as famous an epic as the "Nibelungenlied" would be acceptable to the general reading public whose interest in the story of Siegfried has been stimulated by Wagner’s operas and by the reading of such poems as William Morris’ "Sigurd the Volsung"...

It was in 1590--winter. Austria was far away from the world, and asleep; it was still the Middle Ages in Austria, and promised to remain so forever. Some even set it away back centuries upon centuries and said that by the mental and spiritual clock it was still the Age of Belief in Austria...

One January day, thirty years ago, the little town of Hanover, anchored on a windy Nebraska tableland, was trying not to be blown away. A mist of fine snowflakes was curling and eddying about the cluster of low drab buildings huddled on the gray prairie, under a gray sky. The dwelling-houses were set about haphazard on the tough prairie sod; some of them looked as if they had been moved in overnight, and others as if they were straying off by themselves, headed straight for the open plain...