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The Silver Shilling

The Silver Shilling

There was once a shilling; it came out bright and shiny from the mint, and sprang up, shouting, “Hurrah! Now I’m going out into the wide world!” And into the wide world he went. The child held it with soft, tender hands; the miser clutched it with cold, clammy fingers; the old man turned it […]

01Mar
2012
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The Silent Book

The Silent Book

On the highroad in the forest there stood a lonely farmhouse; the road passed right through its courtyard. All the windows were open to the warm sun; within the house there was bustling life, but out in the yard, under an arbor of blooming lilacs, there rested an open coffin. The dead man had been […]

01Mar
2012
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The Shirt Collar

The Shirt Collar

There was once a perfect gentleman whose whole household goods consisted of one bootjack and a comb. But he also had one of the most remarkable shirt collars in the world. I’ll tell you a story about it. When the shirt collar had passed his prime he turned his thoughts to marriage. In the fullness […]

01Mar
2012
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She Was Good for Nothing

She Was Good for Nothing

The mayor was standing at his open window; he was wearing a dress shirt with a dainty breastpin in its frill. He was very well shaven, self-done, though he had cut himself slightly and had stuck a small bit of newspaper over the cut. “Listen, youngster!” he boomed. The youngster was none other than the […]

01Mar
2012
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The Shepherdess and the Chimney-Sweep

The Shepherdess and the Chimney-Sweep

Have you ever seen a very old chest, black with age, and covered with outlandish carved ornaments and curling leaves? Well, in a certain parlor there was just such a chest, handed down from some great-grandmother. Carved all up and down it, ran tulips and roses-odd-looking flourishes-and from fanciful thickets little stags stuck out their […]

01Mar
2012
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The Shadow

The Shadow

It is in the hot countries that the sun burns down in earnest, turning the people there a deep mahogany-brown. In the hottest countries of all they are seared into negroes, but it was not quite that hot in this country to which a man of learning had come from the colder north. He expected […]

01Mar
2012
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Seventh Evening

Seventh Evening

“A fresh and fragrant grove of oaks and beeches, visited by a hundred nightingales with each return of spring, stretched along the seashore. The broad highway lies between this grove and the ocean, the ever-changing ocean. One carriage after another rolls past, but I do not follow them; my gaze rests mostly on one spot […]

01Mar
2012
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Seventeenth Evening

Seventeenth Evening

Listen to what the Moon told me: “I have seen a cadet become an officer and dress himself in his handsome uniform for the first time. I have seen a young maiden in her ball gown, and the happiness of a prince’s pretty young bride in her wedding dress. But no joy can be compared […]

01Mar
2012
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Second Evening

Second Evening

“It was yesterday,” the Moon told me, “that I peeped into a little courtyard, enclosed by houses; there was a hen there, with eleven chickens. A pretty little girl was playing around them, and the hen clucked and spread out her wings in fright over her chicks. Then the little girl’s father came and scolded […]

01Mar
2012
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A Rose from Homer’s Grave

A Rose from Homer’s Grave

Through all the songs of the east, the eternal theme is the nightingale’s love for the rose. In the silent, starlit nights, the winged songster sings his serenade to his beautiful scented flower. Under stately plantain trees, not far from Smyrna, where the merchant drives his heavily loaded camels, proudly raising their long necks and […]