WHILE I was engaged in writing the following brief work, again and again the question arose in my mind, “Can I make subjects so deep and difficult really interesting and intelligible to the young? The importance of reading Old Testament types in the light thrown on them by the Gospel cannot, indeed, be overrated, especially in these perilous times; but can a child be taught thus to read them?” The attempt thus to teach is made in the following pages; and I would earnestly request parents and teachers not merely to place the little volume in the hands of children as a prettily-illustrated story-book, but to read it with them, prepared to answer questions and to solve difficulties. Sun-day books should supplement, not take the place of, oral instruction. A writer may give earnest thought and labor to the endeavor to make religious subjects interesting to the young; but what influence has the silent page compared with that of a father expressing his own settled convictions, or that of a mother who has the power to speak at once to the head and the heart? "YOU have no right to spoil my desk, you tiresome, mischievous boy!”“I’ve not spoilt it, Agnes; I’ve only ornamented it by carving that little pattern all round.”“I don’t call that carving, nor ornamenting neither!” cried Agnes, in an angry voice; “you’ve nicked it all round with your knife, you’ve spoilt my nice little desk, and I’ll”— What threat Agnes might have added remains unknown, for her sentence was broken by a violent fit of coughing, whoop after whoop—a fit partly brought on by her passion. “What is all this, my children?” asked Mrs. Temple, drawn into the room called the study by the noise of the quarrel between her son and her eldest daughter.Lucius, a boy more than twelve years of age, and there-fore a great deal too old to have made so foolish a use of his knife, stood with a vexed expression on his face, looking at his poor sister, who, in the violence of her distressing cough, had to grasp the table to keep herself from falling; Amy, her kind younger sister had run to support her; while Dora and little Elsie, who had both the same complaint, though in a milder form than their sister, coughed with her in chorus.."

The Gambler is a short novel by Fyodor Dostoyevsky about a young tutor in the employment of a formerly wealthy Russian general. The novella reflects Dostoyevsky's own addiction to roulette, which was in more ways than one the inspiration for the book: Dostoyevsky completed the novella under a strict deadline to pay off gambling debts.??The first-person narrative is told from the point of view of Alexei Ivanovich, a tutor working for a Russian family living in a suite at a German hotel. The patriarch of the family, The General, is indebted to the Frenchman de Criet and has mortgaged his property in Russia to pay only a small amount of his debt. Upon learning of the illness of his wealthy aunt, "Grandmother", he sends streams of telegrams to Moscow and awaits the news of her demise. His expected inheritance will pay his debts and gain Mademoiselle Blanche de Cominges's hand in marriage.??Alexei is hopelessly in love with Polina, the General's stepdaughter, and swears an oath of servitude to her. He told her while on a walk on the Schlangenberg (a mountain in the German town) that all she had to do was give the word and he would gladly walk off the edge and plummet to his death. This leads to her asking him to go to the town's casino and place a bet for her. He refuses at first but, when goaded and reminded of his oath of undying love and servility, he succumbs and ends up winning at the roulette table. He returns to her the winnings but she will not tell him the reason she needs money. She only laughs in his face (as she does when he professes his love) and treats him with cold indifference, if not downright malice. He only learns the details of the General's and Polina's financial state later in the story through his long-time acquaintance, Mr. Astley. Astley is a shy Englishman who seems to share Alexei's fondness of Polina. He comes from English nobility and has a good deal of money.?One day while Polina and Alexei are on a walk they see Baron and Baroness Wurmerhelm. Polina dares him to insult the aristocratic couple and he does so with little hesitation. ??This sets off a chain of events that details Mademoiselle Blanche's interest in the General and gets Alexei fired as tutor of the General's children. Shortly after this, Grandmother shows up and surprises the whole party of debtors and indebted. She tells them all that she knows all about the General's debt and why the Frenchman and woman are waiting around the suite day after day. She leaves the party of death-profiteers by saying that none of them are getting any of her money. She then asks Alexei to be her guide around the town famous for its healing waters and infamous for its casino where the tables are stacked with piles of gold; she wants to gamble.??After being ushered to the roulette table, she plays and wins 13,000 Friedrich's d'ors (7000-8000 roubles), a significant amount of money. After a short return to the hotel, she comes back to roulette tables and she starts to get the bug; before she leaves the town, she's lost over a hundred thousand roubles in three days.??Major Characters:?- Alexei Ivanovich, tutor of General's young Children Nadjenka and Misa?- The General, Sagorjanski?- Polina Alexandrovna Praskovja, General's stepdaughter?- Antonida Vasilevna Tarasevitcheva (Grandmother) 'la baboulinka', General's aunt?Mademoiselle Blanche de Cominges, a.k.a. Mlle Celma, a.k.a. Madame Berberina, a.k.a. Mlle du Placet?- Madame la Comtesse de Cominges, Mlle Blanche's mother/chaperone, a.k.a. Mme du Placet?- Marquis de Criet, Des Grieux?- Mr. Astley, nephew of Lord Piebrook?- Maria Filippovna, General's mistress??- Potapyts, Grandmother's butler?- Fedosja, General's nanny?- Marfa, Grandmother's maid?- Baron and Baroness Wurmerhelm?- Prince Nilski?- Albert, army officer in Paris, Mlle Blanche's lover

In the Preface to my last book I told you that when I closed my eyes I seemed to see hundreds of dear Children's faces turned towards me asking for a story; and now, as so many copies of that book have been sold, I am bound to believe that not hundreds, but thousands, of little friends, to whom I was this time last year a stranger, are expecting another story from my pen. Some of you may perhaps have seen the very kind things which so many of the papers said about "The Wallypug of Why." Now I am going to tell you a secret, even at the risk of seeming ungrateful to them. It is this. Much as I value their kind opinion, and proud and happy as I am that my book has met with their approval, I value your criticism even more highly than theirs, and I am going to ask you to do me a great favour. I have had so many letters from little friends about "The Wallypug of Why" that it has made me greedy, and, like Oliver, I want more. So will you please write me a letter too, your very own self, telling me just what you think of these two books, and also what kind of story you want after my next one, which is to be a School story, called "Schooldays at St. Vedast's," and which will be published almost as soon as this one is? I did think of writing a story about pet animals, for I am very fond of them; so if you can tell me anything interesting about your dogs or cats, rabbits, or other favourites, I may perhaps find room for the account in my book.

The Critique of Judgment, or in the new Cambridge translation Critique of the Power of Judgment, also known as the third critique, is a 1790 philosophical work by Immanuel Kant. It lays the foundations for modern aesthetics.

Kai Lung's Golden Hours is a fantasy novel by Ernest Bramah. It was first published in 1922, and there have been numerous editions since. The first edition included a preface by Hilaire Belloc, which is also included in this ebook edition. Its importance in the history of fantasy literature was recognized by its reissuing by Ballantine Books as the forty-fifth volume of the celebrated Ballantine Adult Fantasy series in April, 1972.

Charles Dickens pen-name "Boz", was the foremost English novelist of the Victorian era, as well as a vigorous social campaigner. Charles John Huffam Dickens (1812 – 1870) was an English writer and social critic, who also He created some of the world's most memorable fictional characters and is generally regarded as the greatest novelist of the Victorian period. During his life, his works enjoyed unprecedented fame, and by the twentieth century his literary genius was broadly acknowledged by critics and scholars. His novels and short stories continue to be widely popular. "Hunted Down", A rare detective story by one of the greatest writers in the English language.. Chapter 1 Most of us see some romances in life. In my capacity as Chief Manager of a Life Assurance Office, I think I have within the last thirty years seen more romances than the generality of men, however unpromising the opportunity may, at first sight, seem. As I have retired, and live at my ease, I possess the means that I used to want, of considering what I have seen, at leisure. My experiences have a more remarkable aspect, so reviewed, than they had when they were in progress. I have come home from the Play now, and can recall the scenes of the Drama upon which the curtain has fallen, free from the glare, bewilderment, and bustle of the Theatre. Let me recall one of these Romances of the real world...

The Trial For Murder, written in 1865, is a short story by Charles Dickens. It is one of Dickens' ghost stories, and is perhaps the best known outside of "A Christmas Carol." Charles John Huffam Dickens pen-name "Boz", was the foremost English novelist of the Victorian era, as well as a vigorous social campaigner. Charles John Huffam Dickens (1812 – 1870) was an English writer and social critic, who also He created some of the world's most memorable fictional characters and is generally regarded as the greatest novelist of the Victorian period. During his life, his works enjoyed unprecedented fame, and by the twentieth century his literary genius was broadly acknowledged by critics and scholars. His novels and short stories continue to be widely popular.Other Books of Dickens: A Tale of Two Cities (1859) Great Expectations (1861) David Copperfield (1850) A Christmas Carol (1843) Oliver Twist (1867) Little Dorrit (1857) The Haunted House (1859) Bleak House (1853) Our Mutual Friend (1865) The Pickwick Papers (1832)

A flower, a child, and a mother’s heart—These three are never so far apart.A child, a flower, and a mother’s love—This world’s best gifts from the world above. LL children are flowers in the garden of God’s love. A flower is the mystical counterpart of a child. To the under-standing heart a child is a flower and a flower is a child. God made flowers on the day that He made the world beautiful. Then He gave the world children to play amid the flowers. God has implanted in the breasts of children a natural love for flowers—and no one who keeps that love in his heart has entirely forsaken the land of childhood. In preparing this book the author and the artist have at-tempted to show the kinship of children and flowers—and it is their hope that the little ones into whose hands this volume comes will find herein the proof that their knowledge of what flowers really are is true and that their love for the friendly blossoms is returned many-fold.To you, then, little child-flowers, this book is lovingly of-fered as an expression of thankfulness to children for the joy and sweetness with which they have filled my life. —ELIZABETH GORDON The Little Cousins ofthe Field and GardenByElizabeth' Gordondrawings by M.T. ROSS

All night in the Pullman it was very cold. She rang for the porter to ask for another blanket, and when he couldn't give her one she tried vainly, by squeezing down into the bottom of her berth and doubling back the bed-clothes, to snatch a few hours' sleep. She wanted to look her best in the morning. She rose at six and sliding uncomfortably into her clothes stumbled up to the diner for a cup of coffee. The snow had filtered into the vestibules and covered the door with a slippery coating. It was intriguing this cold, it crept in everywhere. Her breath was quite visible and she blew into the air with a naive enjoyment. Seated in the diner she stared out the window at white hills and valleys and scattered pines whose every branch was a green platter for a cold feast of snow. Sometimes a solitary farm-house would fly by, ugly and bleak and lone on the white waste; and with each one she had an instant of chill compassion for the souls shut in there waiting for spring. As she left the diner and swayed back into the Pullman she experienced a surging rush of energy and wondered if she was feeling the bracing air of which Harry had spoken. This was the North, the North—her land now!

Comenzaba a amanecer cuando Gabriel Luna llego ante la catedral. En las estrechas calles toledanas todavia era de noche. La azul claridad del alba, que apenas, lograba deslizarse entre los aleros de los tejados, se esparcia con mayor libertad en la plazuela del Ayuntamiento, sacando de la penumbra la vulgar fachada del palacio del arzobispo y las dos torres encaperuzadas de pizarra negra de la casa municipal, sombria construccion de la epoca de Carlos V.??Gabriel paseo largo rato por la desierta plazuela, subiendose hasta las cejas el embozo de la capa, mientras tosia con estremecimientos dolorosos. Sin dejar de andar, para defenderse del frio, contemplaba la gran puerta llamada del Perdon, la unica fachada de la iglesia que ofrece un aspecto monumental. Recordaba otras catedrales famosas, aisladas, en lugar preeminente, presentando libres todos sus costados, con el orgullo de su belleza, y las comparaba con la de Toledo, la iglesiamadre espanola, ahogada por el oleaje de apretados edificios que la rodean y parecen caer sobre sus flancos, adhiriendose a ellos, sin dejarla mostrar sus galas exteriores mas que en el reducido espacio de las callejuelas que la oprimen. .. ? AUTOR: Vicente Blasco Ibanez nacio el 29 de enero de 1867 en Valencia (Espana). Era hijo de Ramona Ibanez y del comerciante Gaspar Blanco. Estudio Derecho en la Universidad de Valencia. Participo en la politica uniendose al Partido Republicano". En 1894 fundo el periodico El pueblo. En el ano 1896, fue detenido y condenado a varios meses de prision. En 1889 contrajo matrimonio con Maria Blasco del Cacho, hija del magistrado Rafael Blasco y Moreno. Cuando subio al poder Canovas del Castillo, el escritor se exilio brevemente en la ciudad de Paris. Fue un autor vinculado en muchos aspectos al naturalismo frances. Por otra parte, la explicita intencion politicosocial de algunas de las novelas de Blasco Ibanez, aunada al escaso bagaje intelectual del autor, lo mantuvo alejado de los representantes de la Generacion del 98. Murio el 28 de enero de 1928 en Menton (Francia)a los 60 anos. Entre sus titulos destacan:"Arroz y Tartana" (1894), "La Barraca" (1898), "Entre Naranjos (1900), "Canas y Barro" (1902), "La Horda" (1905), "Sangre y Arena" (1908) o "Los Cuatro Jinetes Del Apocalipsis" (1916).

Eight Hundred Leagues On The Amazon

Quite aside from its natural characteristics, there is an atmosphere about a college town, especially a New England college town, that is unmistakable. It is not so much actively intellectual as passively aware of and satisfied with its own intellectuality.The beautiful little town of Corinth was no exception; from its tree-shaded village green to the white-columned homes on its outskirts it fairly radiated a satisfied sense of its own superiority.Not that the people were smug or self-conceited. They merely accepted the fact that the University of Corinth was among the best in the country and that all true Corinthians were both proud and worthy of it. The village itself was a gem of well-kept streets, roads and houses, and all New England could scarce show a better groomed settlement.In a way, the students, of course, owned the place, yet there were many families whose claim to prominence lay in another direction.However, Corinth was by all counts, a college town, and gloried in it. The University had just passed through the throes and thrills of one of its own presidential elections.The contest of the candidates had been long, and at last the strife had become bitter. Two factions strove for supremacy, one, the conservative side, adhering to old traditions, the other, the modern spirit, preferring new conditions and progressive enterprise. Hard waged and hard won, the battle had resulted at last in the election of John Waring, the candidate of the followers of the old school.Waring was not an old fogy, nor yet a hide-bound or nar-row-minded back number. But he did put mental attainment ahead of physical prowess, and he did hold by certain old-fashioned principles and methods, which he and his constituents felt to be the backbone of the old and honored institution.Wherefore, though his election was an accomplished fact, John Waring had made enemies that seemed likely never to be placated.

The success of "The Children's Book of Christmas Stories" has encouraged the Editor to hope that a similar collection of stories about Thanksgiving would prove useful to parents, librarians, and teachers, and enjoyable to children. Like the former book, this one is exactly what the title would indicate—a select collection of children's stories closely connected with our American festival.The short descriptive note placed before each story will be of use in choosing a tale suited to one's audience in reading aloud.May the present volume make as many friends as did its older brother! [A. D. D.] Older boys and girls who are familiar with "The Courtship of Miles Standish" will enjoy the colonial flavour of this tale of 1705. "OBED!" called Mistress Achsah Ely from her front porch, "step thee over to Squire Belding's, quick! Here's a teacup! Ask Mistress Belding for the loan of some molasses. Nothing but molasses and hot water helps the baby when he is having such a turn of colic. Beseems me he will have a fit! Make haste, Obed!" At that very moment Squire Belding's little daughter Hitty was travelling toward Mistress Ely's for the purpose of borrowing molasses wherewith to sweeten a ginger cake. Hitty and Obed, who were of an age, met, compared notes, and then returned to their respective homes. Shortly afterward both of them darted forth again, bound on the same errands as before, only in different directions. Mr. Chapin, the storekeeper, hadn't "set eyes on any mo-lasses for a week. The river's frozen over so mean and solid," he said, "there's no knowing when there'll be any molasses in town."

ONCE upon time, there was a Cock. He tried to swallow it, and choked himself. He choked himself and stretched himself out, and there he lay, and couldn't even breathe.??* THE COCK AND THE BEAN.?* THE GOAT AND THE RAM.?* THE HUNGRY WOLF.?* THE PEASANT AND THE BEAR.?* THE DOG AND THE COCK.?* KING FROST.?* THE BEAR'S PAW.?* THE BEAR AND THE OLD MAN'S DAUGHTERS.?* THE STRAW OX.?* THE FOX AND THE BLACKBIRD.??And his mistress saw him, ran up to him, and asked: “Mr. Cock, what makes you lie there like that, so that you can't breathe?”

The Children's Book of Birds combines under a single cover the First and Second Books of Birds, originally published in 1899 and 1901 respectively and still popular with children in and out of school and with other beginners in the study of birds.??The book is intended to interest young people in the ways and habits of birds and to stimulate them to further study. It has grown out of my experience in talking to schools. ??From the youngest kindergarten scholar to boys and girls of sixteen and eighteen, I have never failed to find young people intensely interested so long as I would tell them about bow the birds live.?Some of the results of these talks that have come to my knowledge have been astonishing and far-reaching, such as that of one boy of seven or eight, who persuaded the village boys around his summer home to give up taking eggs and killing birds, and watch them instead, and who was dubbed "Professor" by his eager followers. ??The effect has always been to make children love and respect the living bird.??It has therefore seemed to me that what is needed at first is not the science of ornithology,—however diluted,—but some account of the life and habits, to arouse sympathy and interest in the living bird, neither as a target nor as a producer of eggs, but as a fellow-creature whose acquaintance it would be pleasant to make.

A las tres de la madrugada comenzaron a llegar los pri-meros carros de la sierra al fielato de los Cuatro Caminos.? Habían salido a las nueve de Colmenar, con cargamento de cántaros de leche, rodando toda la noche bajo una lluvia glacial que parecía el último adiós del invierno. Los carret-eros deseaban llegar a Madrid antes que rompiese el día, pa-ra ser los primeros en el aforo. Alineábanse los vehículos, y las bestias recibían inmóviles la lluvia, que goteaba por sus orejas, su cola y los extremos de los arneses. Los conduc-tores refugiábanse en una tabernilla cercana, la única puerta abierta en todo el barrio de los Cuatro Caminos, y aspiraban en su enrarecido ambiente las respiraciones de los parroqui-anos de la noche anterior. Se quitaban la boina para sacu-dirla el agua, dejaban en el suelo el barro de sus zapatones claveteados, y sorbiéndose una taza de café con toques de aguardiente, discutían con la tabernera la comida que había de prepararles para las once, cuando emprendiesen el re-greso al pueblo.? En el abrevadero cercano al fielato, varias carre-tas cargadas de troncos aguardaban la llegada del día para entrar en la población. Los boyeros, envueltos en sus man-tas, dormían bajo aquéllas, y los bueyes, desuncidos, con el vientre en el suelo y las patas encogidas, rumiaban ante los serones de pasto seco.? Comenzó a despertar la vida en los Cuatro Caminos. Chirriaron varias puertas, marcando al abrirse grandes cuad-ros de luz rojiza en el barro de la carretera. Una churrería exhaló el punzante hedor del aceite frito. En las tabernas, los mozos, so?olientos, alineaban en una mesa, junto a la entra-da, la batería del envenenamiento matinal: frascos cuadra-dos de aguardiente con hierbas y cachos de limón.?Presentábanse los primeros madrugadores temblando de frío, y luego de apurar la copa de alcohol o el café de ?a per-ra chica?, continuaban su marcha hacia Madrid a la luz mac-ilenta de los reverberos de gas. Acababa de abrirse el fielato y los carreteros se agolpaban en torno de la báscula. Los cántaros de esta?o brillaban en largas filas bajo el sombraje de la entrada. Discutían a gritos por el turno.? —?Quién da la vez?—preguntaba al presentarse un nuevo carretero.?Y al responderle el que había llegado momentos antes, colocaba sus cántaros junto a los de éste, con el propósito de repeler a trallazos cualquiera intrusión en el turno. ? AUTOR: Vicente Blasco Ibanez nacio el 29 de enero de 1867 en Valencia (Espana). Era hijo de Ramona Ibanez y del comerciante Gaspar Blanco. Estudio Derecho en la Universidad de Valencia. Participo en la politica uniendose al Partido Republicano". En 1894 fundo el periodico El pueblo. En el ano 1896, fue detenido y condenado a varios meses de prision. En 1889 contrajo matrimonio con Maria Blasco del Cacho, hija del magistrado Rafael Blasco y Moreno. Cuando subio al poder Canovas del Castillo, el escritor se exilio brevemente en la ciudad de Paris. Fue un autor vinculado en muchos aspectos al naturalismo frances. Por otra parte, la explicita intencion politicosocial de algunas de las novelas de Blasco Ibanez, aunada al escaso bagaje intelectual del autor, lo mantuvo alejado de los representantes de la Generacion del 98. Murio el 28 de enero de 1928 en Menton (Francia)a los 60 anos. Entre sus titulos destacan: "Arroz y Tartana" (1894), "La Barraca" (1898), "Entre Naranjos (1900), "Canas y Barro" (1902), "La Horda" (1905), "Sangre y Arena" (1908) o "Los Cuatro Jinetes Del Apocalipsis" (1916).

The joyous, exhilarating call of the wilderness and the forest camp is surely and steadily penetrating through the barriers of brick, stone, and concrete; through the more or less artificial life of town and city; and the American girl is listening eagerly. It is awakening in her longings for free, wholesome, and adventurous outdoor life, for the innocent delights of nature-loving Thoreau and bird-loving Burroughs. Sturdy, independent, self-reliant, she is now demanding outdoor books that are genuine and filled with practical information; books that tell how to do worth-while things, that teach real woodcraft and are not adapted to the girl supposed to be afraid of a caterpillar or to shudder at sight of a harmless snake.??In answer to the demand, "On the Trail" has been written. The authors' deep desire is to help girls respond to this new, insistent call by pointing out to them the open trail. It is their hope and wish that their girl readers may seek the charm of the wild and may find the same happiness in the life of the open that the American boy has enjoyed since the first settler built his little cabin on the shores of the New World. To forward this object, the why and how, the where and when of things of camp and trail have been embodied in this book. Thanks are due to Edward Cave, president and editor of Recreation, for kindly allowing the use of some of his wild-life photographs.??Lina Beard, Adelia Belle Beard. ?Flushing, N. Y., March 16, 1915.??CHAPTER I??TRAILING?What the Outdoor World Can Do for Girls. How to Find the Trail and How to Keep It?There is a something in you, as in every one, every man, woman, girl, and boy, that requires the tonic life of the wild. You may not know it, many do not, but there is a part of your nature that only the wild can reach, satisfy, and develop. The much-housed, overheated, overdressed, and over-entertained life of most girls is artificial, and if one does not turn away from and leave it for a while, one also becomes greatly artificial and must go through life not knowing the joy, the strength, the poise that real outdoor life can give.??What is it about a true woodsman that instantly compels our re-spect, that sets him apart from the men who might be of his class in village or town and puts him in a class by himself, though he may be exteriorly rough and have little or no book education? The real Adirondack or the North Woods guide, alert, clean-limbed, clear-eyed, hard-muscled, bearing his pack-basket or duffel-bag on his back, doing all the hard work of the camp, never loses his poise or the simple dignity which he shares with all the things of the wild. It is bred in him, is a part of himself and the life he leads. He is as conscious of his superior knowledge of the woods as an astronomer is of his knowledge of the stars, and patiently tolerates the ignorance and awkwardness of the "tenderfoot" from the city. Only a keen sense of humor can make this toleration possible, for I have seen things done by a city-dweller at camp that would enrage a woodsman, unless the irresistibly funny side of it made him laugh his inward laugh that seldom reaches the surface....

BIRDS are only another expression of God’s love, and we are told that not even a sparrow shall fall to the ground without the notice of the Father. Birds are poetry come to life and set to music. If you should stand at the edge of a forest at sundown and hear the birds singing their good-night songs, hear the sleepy little notes grow fainter and fainter until the silence came,—then when the dusk had deepened, you should hear the night birds begin their plaintive songs, you would realize what a different place our beautiful world would be without birds. Even in great cities we have always some birds. The saucy little sparrow, who comes so boldly begging crumbs at your window, likes the cities best. Only very thoughtless people, or those who do not understand, would harm or frighten a bird. They are real little people, and I am sure that when you have come to know them you will love them as much as you have learned to love the Flower Children..

The Story of Burnt Njal

Serge Mouret, the younger son of Fran?ois Mouret, was ordained to the priesthood and appointed Curé of Les Artaud, a squalid village in Provence, to whose degenerate inhabitants he ministered with small encouragement. He had inherited the family taint of the Rougon-Macquarts, which in him took the same form as in the case of his mother-a morbid religious enthusiasm bordering on hysteria. Brain fever followed, and bodily recovery left the priest without a mental past. Dr. Pascal Rougon, his uncle, hoping to save his reason, removed him from his accustomed surroundings and left him at the Paradou, the neglected demesne of a ruined mansion-house near Les Artaud, where he was nursed by Albine, niece of the caretaker.

The World Set Free is a novel written in 1913 and published in 1914 by H. G. Wells. The book is based on a prediction of nuclear weapons of a more destructive and uncontrollable sort than the world has yet seen. A frequent theme of Wells's work, as in his 1901 nonfiction book Anticipations, was the history of humans' mastery of power and energy through technological advance, seen as a determinant of human progress. The novel begins: "The history of mankind is the history of the attainment of external power. Man is the tool-using, fire-making animal. . . Always down a lengthening record, save for a set-back ever and again, he is doing more." The novel is dedicated "To Frederick Soddy's Interpretation of Radium," a volume published in 1909.