preliminary examination.II The banking-house of Andre Fauvel, No. 87 Rue de Provence, is animportant establishment, and, owing to its large force of clerks,presents very much the appearance of a government department. On the ground-floor are the offices, with windows opening on thestreet, fortified by strong iron bars sufficiently large and closetogether to discourage all burglarious attempts. A large glass door opens into a spacious vestibule where three or fouroffice-boys are always in

shoulders. And under the table there were those long, slender, beautiful legs.This was their wedding anniversary. He couldn't even remember which one. It didn't really matter. All that mattered was the waking up every morning and seeing her long, silky hair spread out on the pillow, and her face, childlike in sleep, nestled in her arm. Coffee in the sunroom in the morning, Helene in her violet chiffon negligee, or her fluffy white robe, or her bandanna sunsuit, or, on special occasions, the

attributed to Confucius. But much of the Li Chi is from later hands. Of the Yi, the Shu, and the Shih, it is only in the first that we find additions attributed to the philosopher himself, in the shape of appendixes. The Ch'un Ch'iu is the only one of the five Ching which can, with an approximation to correctness, be described as of his own 'making.'1 ¤­¸g. 2 ¥|®Ñ. 3 ©ö¸g. 4 ®Ñ¸g. 5 ¸Ö¸g. 6 §°O. 7 ¬K¬î. 'The Four Books' is an abbreviation for 'The Books of the Four Philosophers [1].' The first

beginning anti-monastic. It is not rare for history to have similar contradictions to record. The meek Galilean who preached the religion of a personal revelation, without ceremonial or dogmatic law, triumphed only on condition of being conquered, and of permitting his words of spirit and life to be confiscated by a church essentially dogmatic and sacerdotal.In the same way the Franciscan movement was originally, if not the protest of the Christian consciousness against monachism, at least the

Meg!""Good gracious me!" said Meg presently, "father's crazy. He's put the dear child's bonnet on the kettle, and hung the lid behind the door!" Trotty hastily repaired this mistake, and went off to find some tea and a rasher of bacon he fancied "he had seen lying somewhere on the stairs." He soon came back and made the tea, and before long they were all enjoying the meal. Trotty and Meg only took a morsel for form's sake (for they had only a very little, not

ther of body or mind, must be under the direction of knowledge. Upon the assumption just made, then, virtue is teachable. But where are the teachers? There are none to be found. This is extremely discouraging. Virtue is no sooner discovered to be teachable, than the discovery follows that it is not taught. Virtue, therefore, is and is not teachable.In this dilemma an appeal is made to Anytus, a respectable and well-to-do citizen of the old school, and a family friend of Meno, who happens to be

ts maywell rank as Ibsen's greatest work. It was the play which firstgave the full measure of his technical and spiritual originalityand daring. It has done far more than any other of his plays to"move boundary-posts." It has advanced the frontiers of dramaticart and implanted new ideals, both technical and intellectual, inthe minds of a whole generation of playwrights. It ranks withHernani and _La Dame aux Camélias_ among the epoch-making playsof the nineteenth century, while in

CK AND RAILS. Also there are certain minorobjects--tin ships, Easter eggs, and the like--of which I shall makeincidental mention, that like the kiwi and the duck-billed platypusrefuse to be classified.These we arrange and rearrange in various ways upon our floor, making aworld of them. In doing so we have found out all sorts of pleasantfacts, and also many undesirable possibilities; and very probably ourexperience will help a reader here and there to the former and save himfrom the latter. For

ssed the bottomof the High Street, he came opposite to one of the many tavernswhich looked out upon the river. In the open bay window satmerchants and gentlemen, discoursing over their afternoon's draughtof sack; and outside the door was gathered a group of sailors,listening earnestly to some one who stood in the midst. The boy,all alive for any sea-news, must needs go up to them, and take hisplace among the sailor-lads who were peeping and whispering underthe elbows of the men; and so came in

aid. "But you better untie me. Somebody's liable to stick their nose in and get me killed.""I'll take the chance. How do we get to the casino?" "We follow this street. It twists around and goes under a couple tunnels. When we get to the Drunkard's Stairs we go up and it's right in front of us. A pink front with a sign like a big Luck Wheel." "Give me your belt, Magnan," Retief said. Magnan handed it over. "Lie down, Illy," Retief said. The