Before you reach the slender, high-arched bridge, Like to a heron with one foot in stream, The hamlet breaks upon you through gree...

Weep with me, all you that read This little story; And know, for whom a tear you shed, Death's self is sorry. --Ben Jonson. This s...

(1 An episode from The Story of a Bad Boy, the narrator being Tom Bailey, the hero of the tale.) Every Rivermouth boy looks upon t...

I. Of course that was not his name. Even in the State of Maine, where it is still a custom to maim a child for life by christening him...

Near the Levée, and not far from the old French Cathedral in the Place d'Armes, at New Orleans, stands a fine date-palm, thirty fe...

When I saw the little house building, an eighth of a mile beyond my own, on the Old Bay Road, I wondered who were to be the tenants. T...

I. THE OLD TAVERN AT BAYLEY'S FOUR CORNERS. You will not find Greenton, or Bayley's Four-Corners, as it is more usually de...

I. DR. DILLON TO EDWARD DELANEY, ESQ., AT THE PINES. NEAR RYE, N.H. August 8, 1872. My Dear Sir: I am happy to assure you ...

I. We are accustomed to speak with a certain light irony of the tendency which women have to gossip, as if the sin itself, if it is ...

One morning as I was passing through Boston Common, which lies between my home and my office, I met a gentleman lounging along The Mal...

I. At five o'clock on the morning of the tenth of July, 1860, the front door of a certain house on Anchor Street, in the ancient s...

I. It was close upon eleven o'clock when I stepped out of the rear vestibule of the Boston Theatre, and, passing through the narro...