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le. He led a wicked life, and was killed by one of his own men while hunting in the forest.And Henry, the Handsome Scholar, had not only the chest of gold for his own, but he became by and by the King of England and the ruler of all the lands that his father had had in France. THE WHITE SHIP. King Henry, the Handsome Scholar, had one son, named William, whom he dearly loved. The young man was noble and brave, and every-body hoped that he would some day be the King of England. One summer Prince

he parish sexton. Bob Martin was held much in awe bytruant boys who sauntered into the churchyard on Sundays, to read thetombstones, or play leap frog over them, or climb the ivy in search ofbats or sparrows' nests, or peep into the mysterious aperture under theeastern window, which opened a dim perspective of descending stepslosing themselves among profounder darkness, where lidless coffins gapedhorribly among tattered velvet, bones, and dust, which time andmortality had strewn there. Of such

hin gold chain with an object attached to it. He glanced at the object and then took off his spectacles to examine it more narrowly. 'What's the history of this?' he asked. 'Odd enough,' was the answer. 'You know the yew thicket in the shrubbery: well, a year or two back we were cleaning out the old well that used to be in the clearing here, and what do you suppose we found?''Is it possible that you found a body?' said the visitor, with an odd feeling of nervousness. 'We did that: but what's

looking as though it had been but just torn off. One side of the paper was entirely blank -- or at least, if there ever had been any writing upon it, it had disappeared through the influence of time and damp; on the other were some blurred and indistinct characters, so faded as to be scarcely distinguishable, and, in a bold hand-writing in fresh black ink the two letters "Ra".Since the ink with which these letters were written corresponded exactly with that which I was in the habit of

Tales and Proper NamesIndex to the Variants and AnaloguesIndex to the Notes of W. A. Clouston and W. F. KirbyAlphabetical Table of Notes (Anthropological, &c.)Additional Notes on the Bibliography of the Thousand and OneNights, by W. F. KirbyThe Biography of the Book and Its Reviewers ReviewedOpinions of the PressThe Translator's Foreword. This volume has been entitled "THE NEW ARABIAN 1 NIGHTS," a namenow hackneyed because applied to its contents as far back as 1819in Henry

ed. We were at war.There was no craft near us, and our surface speed is nearly twice that of our submerged, so I blew out the tanks and our whale-back came over the surface. All night we were steering south-west, making an average of eighteen knots. At about five in the morning, as I stood alone upon my tiny bridge, I saw, low down in the west, the scattered lights of the Norfolk coast. "Ah, Johnny, Johnny Bull," I said, as I looked at them, "you are going to have your lesson,

am, Gentlemen,Yours obediently,Richard F. Burton.Bodleian Library, August 5th, 1888 Contents of the Fifteenth Volume. 1. The History of the King's Son of Sind and the Lady Fatimah2. History of the Lovers of Syria3. History of Al-Hajjaj Bin Yusuf and the Young Sayyid4. Night Adventure of Harun Al-Rashid and the Youth Manjaba. Story of the Darwaysh and the Barber's Boy and theGreedy Sultanb. Tale of the Simpleton HusbandNote Concerning the "Tirrea Bede," Night 6555. The Loves of

e eyes are the distinctive feature of his face. They are of the very darkest hazel, bright and eager, with a singular mixture of recklessness in their expression, and of something else which I have sometimes thought was more allied with horror than any other emotion. Generally the former predominated, but on occasions, and more particularly when he was thoughtfully inclined, the look of fear would spread and deepen until it imparted a new character to his whole countenance. It is at these times

ught over the body of Arthur Tims, Malcolm Sage's chauffeur. Sir John Dene had insisted that a car and a chauffeur were indispensable to a man who was to rival Pinkerton's. Malcolm Sage, on the other hand, had protested that it was an unnecessary expense in the early days of a concern that had yet to justify itself. To this Sir John Dene had replied, "Shucks!" at the same time notifying Tims that he was engaged for a year, and authorising him to select a car, find a garage, and wait

mouth and forked tongue thrust out. I painted the eyes red for anger."'There, stand so!' I said, 'and glare and hiss at my foes.' "In the stern I curved the tail up almost as high as the head. There I put the pilot's seat and a strong tiller for the rudder. On the breast and sides I carved the dragon's scales. Then I painted it all black and on the tip of every scale I put gold. I called her 'Waverunner.' There she sat on the rollers, as fair a ship as I ever saw. "The night that