The Emigrant. -- Crossing the Alleghanies. -- The boundless Wilderness...

   The only direct evidence which has come to me regarding the bite of the hundred-legged crawler was from an English naturalist whom I met in Venezuela. He was bitten on the ankle by a centipede nearly a foot long. So severe was the laceration that his sock was clotted with blood before he could get it off...

 A city is in many respects a great business corporation, but in other re-spects it is enlarged housekeeping...

    A city is in many respects a great business corporation, but in other re-spects it is enlarged housekeeping...

 WOLF, meeting with a Lamb astray from the fold, resolved not to lay violent hands on him, but to find some plea to justify to the Lamb the Wolf’s right to eat him. He thus addressed him: "Sirrah, last year you grossly insulted me." "Indeed," bleated the Lamb in a mournful tone of voice, "I was not then born...

The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light. The trees grow dark: the shadows lean to the east: And lights wink out through the windows, one by one. A clamor of frosty sirens mourns at the night...

Solitary, before daybreak, in a garden Dark amid the unchanging snow, Watching the last star fading in a fountain Whence melodies of eternal water flow, Festus, seeing the sky-line burn and brighten Coldly, far above the hidden sun; Seeing the golden thread of glory unravelled Along the wall of mountains run, Hears in his heart a cry of bewilderment; And turning, now here, now there -- Like one who pauses a moment before departure -- Partakes of the grace of earth and air, Drinks of the vast blu...

 "Has she come?"     "No, Mamma, not yet."     "I wish it were well over. The thought of it worries and excites me...

ROSE sat all alone in the big best parlor, with her little handkerchief laid ready to catch the first tear, for she was thinking of her troubles, and a shower was expected. She had retired to this room as a good place in which to be miserable; for it was dark and still, full of ancient furniture, sombre curtains, and hung all around with portraits of solemn old gentlemen in wigs, severe-nosed ladies in top-heavy caps, and staring children in little bob-tailed coats or short-waisted frocks...

 "Please, sir, is this Plumfield?" asked a ragged boy of the man who opened the great gate at which the omnibus left him.    "Yes. Who sent you?"    "Mr...