William Dean Howells If one has money enough, there seems no reason why one should not go and buy such a horse as he wants. This is the commonly accepted theory, on which the whole commerce in horses is founded, and on which my friend proceeded. He was about removing from Charlesbridge, where he had lived many happy years without a horse, farther into the country, where there were charming drives and inconvenient distances, and where a horse would be very desirable, if not quite necessary.
William Dean Howells The story follows the materialistic rise of Silas Lapham from rags to riches, and his ensuing moral susceptibility. Silas earns a fortune in the paint business, but he lacks social standards, which he tries to attain through his daughter's marriage into the aristocratic Corey family. Silas' morality does not fail him.
William Dean Howells This is a story book. In his novel Indian Summer, William Dean Howells presents a mellow but realistic story that has the complete feel of that delightful time of the year, although the plot actually spans several seasons. The Indian summer aspect applies to a sophisticated gentleman, Theodore Colville, who has just entered his middle years as he returns to a scene, Florence, Italy, that played an important part in his early manhood. It was here twenty years earlier that he first fell in love, seemingly successfully until a sudden and harsh rejection. Now, after a once profitable career as a newspaper editor has ended, he is barely ensconced in the Italian city when he meets a lady from his past, a close friend of his lost love. Lina Bowen, now a widow with a young daughter, is an attractive and charming socialite among the American and English residents of Florence. Also living with her at this time as a temporary ward is a beautiful young girl just blossoming into womanhood, Imogene Graham.
William Dean Howells This is a novel book. The book, which takes place in late 19th century New York City, tells the story of Basil March, who finds himself in the middle of a dispute between his employer, a self-made millionaire named Dryfoos, and his old German teacher, an advocate for workers' rights named Lindau. The main character of the novel, Basil March, provides the main perspective throughout the novel. He resides in Boston with his wife and children until he is persuaded by his idealistic friend Fulkerson to move to New York to help him start a new magazine, where the writers benefit in a primitive form of profit sharing. After some deliberation, the Marches move to New York and begin a rather extensive search for a perfect apartment. After many exhausting weeks of searching, Basil finally settles on an apartment full of what he and his wife refer to as 'gimcrackery'—trinkets and decorations that do not appeal to their upper-middle-class tastes.
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William Dean Howells A travel to spain spanish companies provide for travelers willing to take advantage of their trust by transferring much of their heavy stuff to them. Without owning that we were such travelers, I find this the place to say that, with the allowance of a hundred and thirty-two pounds free, our excess baggage in two large steamer-trunks did not cost us three dollars in a month's travel, with many detours, from Irun in the extreme north to Algeciras in the extreme south of Spain.
William Dean Howells Here is a charming Christmas tale. Read this to your little one. "I took the book from her outstretched arm and examined the title, "Christmas Every Day" by William Dean Howells". So wrote Richard Paul Evans in his phenomenally successful bestseller The Christmas Box, which captivated millions of readers across America and awakened hearts to the often-forgotten true meaning of Christmas. Now at last, here is the delightful story. A charming tale written in 1892, "Christmas Every Day" is about a little girl who learns why Christmas comes but once a year. Precious moments, shared by parents and children throughout the years, are here for all of us to treasure in "Christmas Every Day".
William Dean Howells This book is 'A Modern Instance' is a realistic novel. The novel explores the deterioration of what could have been an otherwise healthy marriage through industrial enterprise and capitalistic greed. The story chronicles the rise and fall of the romance between Bartley Hubbard and Marcia Gaylord, who migrate from Equity, Maine to Boston, Massachusetts following their marriage. The reader believes at the beginning of the story that their love for each other is unbreakable, but as the plot advances, more and more troubles arise, alienating the couple. Soon their entire marriage collapses, inundated with problems from a wide array of areas. Marcia Hubbard, lost and desolate in the gloom of her husband's abandonment, is offered solace in the comforting touch of her friend Ben Halleck, who secretly is attracted to her. However, he worries that she may reject him, unable to move on from her previous partner. The story concludes in a meaningless vortex of isolation representing modern society. Marcia Hubbard, still attached to Bartley, confines herself to her father's home in Equity, Maine, from which she never leaves. Bartley, on the other hand, has died. Ben Halleck stands hesitantly, unable to determine whether or not he should seize the chance and propose to her.
William Dean Howells CERTAIN summers ago our cruisers, the St. Louis and the Harvard, arrived at Portsmouth, New Hampshire, with sixteen or seventeen hundred Spanish prisoners from Santiago de Cuba. They were partly soldiers of the land forces picked up by our troops in the fights before the city, but by far the greater part were sailors and marines from Cervera’s ill-fated fleet. I have not much stomach for war, but the poetry of the fact I have stated made a very potent appeal to me
William Dean Howells The morning was extremely cold. It professed to be sunny, and there was really some sort of hard glitter in the air, which, so far from being tempered by this effulgence, seemed all the stonier for it. Blasts of frigid wind swept the streets, and buffeted each other in a fury of resentment when they met around the corners.
William Dean Howells The book is Italian Journeys in the later part of his long and productive life he wrote well over a dozen novels thirty-one dramas a few volumes of verse several autobiographical works eleven books of travel W. D. Howells was considered one of America's foremost men of letters. Italian Journeys. written during the four years Howells spent as an American consul in Venice is more than a lively knowing and entertaining book of travel. It is also a shrewd and perceptive inspection of persons and places European. On every page it interrogates European values while between every line it grapples with problems of American identity.
William Dean Howells Aristides Homos, an Emissary of the Altrurian Commonwealth, visited the United States during the summer of 1893 and the fall and winter following. For some weeks or months he was the guest of a well-known man of letters at a hotel in one of our mountain resorts; in the early autumn he spent several days at the great Columbian Exhibition in Chicago; and later he came to New York, where he remained until he sailed, rather suddenly, for Altruria, taking the circuitous route by which he came.
William Dean Howells If you really want to know Mr. Clemens, don't stop with the modern biographies. Read this one by his long-time good friend and consultant. Howells wrote this book in 1910, the year Clemens died. It is a fond recollection of the 44 years he had known the author. Clemens was a complicated man and Howells admits that he did not always understand him. But Howells, a great writer himself, comes close to describing the multi-faceted person that Clemens was. Yes, he was Mark Twain, but that was just one part of a man who surely must be one of the most interesting Americans who ever stood in the spotlight of the world. He was a superstar before radio, TV, and movies. This is certainly not an unbiased account of his life. Howells was clearly in awe of Clemens, a man who was unlike himself in so many ways. He was fascinated by Clemens and drawn to him. How lucky we are that we have this insightful and personal biography, beautifully written by someone who obviously wanted to get it right. Howells put Clemens at the top of the list: "Emerson, Longfellow, Lowell, Holmes - I knew them all and all the rest of our sages, poets, seers, critics, humorists; they were like one another and like other literary men; but Clemens was sole, incomparable, the Lincoln of our literature".
William Dean Howells A brilliant piece by Howells, renowned American author and literary critic. In this essay he critically examines the weak financial state of writers. He argues that presently writers do not earn substantial amount of money from their publication of their books. However, with the increasing popularity of magazines, writers can earn more by the sale of their serial publications to various journals.
William Dean Howells In this book of criticism, Howells has discussed different Italian poets. He has reflected on the themes of their poetry and concluded that through the ages, Italian poetry has focused on themes of patriotism and love of the land. He has discussed particular poems in great detail and has given engrossing commentary upon them.
William Dean Howells In this book the writer is conscious of; and it is in this doubt that the writer wishes to offer a word of explanation. He owns, as he must, that they have every appearance of a group of desultory sketches and essays, without palpable relation to one another, or superficial allegiance to any central motive. Yet he ventures to hope that the reader who makes his way through them will be aware, in the retrospect, of something like this relation and this allegiance. For my own part, if I am to identify myself with the writer who is here on his defence, I have never been able to see much difference between what seemed to me Literature and what seemed to me Life. If I did not find life in what professed to be literature, I disabled its profession, and possibly from this habit, now inveterate with me, I am never quite sure of life unless I find literature in it.
Louisa May Alcott, O. Henry, Mark Twain, Beatrix Potter, Charles Dickens, Harriet Beecher Stowe, Hans Christian Andersen, Selma Lagerlöf, Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Anthony Trollope, The Brothers Grimm, L. Frank Baum, George MacDonald, Leo Tolstoy, Henry Van Dyke, E. T. A. Hoffmann, Clement Moore, Edward Berens & William Dean Howells This carefully crafted ebook: "The Greatest Christmas Stories of All Time - Premium Collection: 90+ Classics in One Volume (Illustrated)” is formatted for your eReader with a functional and detailed table of contents:
A Merry Christmas & Other Christmas Stories (Louisa May Alcott)
The Gift of the Magi (O. Henry)
The First Christmas Of New England (Harriet Beecher Stowe)
The Holy Night (Selma Lagerlöf)
Little Gretchen and the Wooden Shoe (Elizabeth Harrison)
A Letter from Santa Claus (Mark Twain)
Where Love Is, God Is (Leo Tolstoy)
The Christmas Angel (Abbie Farwell Brown)
The Tale of Peter Rabbit (Beatrix Potter)
Toinette and the Elves (Susan Coolidge)
A Kidnapped Santa Claus (L. Frank Baum)
The Heavenly Christmas Tree (Fyodor Dostoevsky)
Christmas at Thompson Hall (Anthony Trollope)
Christmas Day at Kirkby Cottage
The Mistletoe Bough
Not if I Know It
The Two Generals
The Princess and the Goblin & The Princess and Curdie (George MacDonald)
Thurlow's Christmas Story (John Kendrick Bangs)
A Little Book of Christmas
Christmas Every Day (William Dean Howells)
Jimmy Scarecrow's Christmas (Mary E. Wilkins Freeman)
Little Girl's Christmas (Winnifred Lincoln)
The Lost Word (Henry van Dyke)
The Elves and the Shoemaker
The Star Talers
Hans Christian Andersen:
The Fir Tree
The Little Match Girl
The Steadfast Tin Soldier
The Snow Queen
The Sleeping Beauty in the Wood (Robinson Perrault)
The Blue Bird (Madame d'Aulnoy)
Christmas Every Day (William Dean Howells)
Turkeys Turning the Tables
The Pony Engine and the Pacific Express
The Pumpkin Glory
Christmas Eve & Christmas Day (Edward Everett Hale)
A Visit From Saint Nicholas (Clement Moore)
Christmas (Zona Gale)
Christmas With Grandma Elsie (Martha Finley)
Christmas Roses (Anne Douglas Sedgwick)
Christmas Stories (Edward Berens)
The Nutcracker and the Mouse King (E. T. A. Hoffmann)
A Christmas Carol
William Dean Howells This is a literature book. The wise woman perceives that in these cases she must trust entirely to the softening influences of time, and as much as possible she changes the subject; or if this is impossible she may hope something from presenting a still worse aspect of the affair. Mrs. Elmore said, in lifting the letter from the table: 'If she sailed the 3d in the City of Timbuctoo, she will be at Queenstown on the 12th or 13th, and we shall have a letter from her by Wednesday saying when she will be at Genoa. That's as far as the Mortons can bring her, and there's where we must meet her.
William Dean Howells Criticism and Fiction is a beautiful and insightful look into the fiction of the American Realist period of American writing (roughly from the end of the Civil War to the beginning of World War I).
William Dean Howells This is a novel book. At the outbreak of the Civil War, Howells was appointed United States consul in Venice, Italy. In Venetian Life, an utterly engaging travelogue, Howells revises a series of travel letters he had written about his experiences in Venice for the Boston Advertiser. Honest in its love for (yet discomfort in) Venice, it would be followed by Italian Journeys.
William Dean Howells A Traveler from Altruria tells the story of a foreign visitor who presents the concept of a Utopian society. It is a combination of a utopia and travel narrative novel. Howells hoped his novel would allow readers to confront the inconsistencies, imperfections, and injustices of Gilded Age America.
William Dean Howells It is doubtful whether the survivor of any order of things finds compensation in the privilege, however undisputed by his contemporaries, of recording his memories of it. This is, in the first two or three instances, a pleasure. It is sweet to sit down, in the shade or by the fire, and recall names, looks, and tones from the past; and if the Absences thus entreated to become Presences are those of famous people, they lend to the fond historian a little of their lustre, in which he basks for the time with an agreeable sense of celebrity. But another time comes, and comes very soon, when the pensive pleasure changes to the pain of duty, and the precious privilege converts itself into a grievous obligation.
William Dean Howells Zola embodied his ideal inadequately, as every man who embodies an ideal must. His realism was his creed, which he tried to make his deed; but, before his fight was ended, and almost before he began to forebode it a losing fight, he began to feel and to say (for to feel, with that most virtuous and voracious spirit, implied saying) that he was too much a romanticist by birth and tradition, to exemplify realism in his work.
William Dean Howells This novel is full of supposedly impermeable boundaries (between men and women, white Americans and other ethnicities/nationalities, Protestantism and Catholicism, as well as actual borders between nations).
William Dean Howells This is a novel book. The history of composition and publication of the three novels is similar. By this point in his career, Howells had devised the system of selling the serialization rights to his novels on the basis of an idea, a few sentences of description, or a brief summary of the theme or situation he intended to develop. The magazine would begin publishing the serial while Howells was writing it, and he would simultaneously compose future installments and correct proof for installments already set in type. As each monthly installment was set in type and sent to him for correction and revision, Howells returned a set of corrected proofs to the magazine and then sent another copy to David Douglas, his publisher in Edinburgh.
William Dean Howells This book is written about different short type stories with multiple author. It is a rousing story with a stimulating style, and culminating in love rewarded Mrs. Campbell: Now this, I think, is the most exciting part of the whole affair, and the pleasantest. She is seated at breakfast in her cottage at Summering by the Sea. A heap of letters of various stylish shapes, colors, and superscriptions lies beside her plate, and irregularly straggles about among the coffee service.
William Dean Howells The story begins with Frank Baker, who is known as Pony after one of the boys in Boy's Town calls him by that name, so that you could know him different from his cousin Frank Baker. Pony lives in the Boy's Town with his mother, father, and five sisters, whom his mother always wants him to play with. Pony's mother is very overprotective of Pony, which makes her a bad mother when it comes to having fun. Pony's father has done some things that have given Pony the right to run away as well, but it seems to Pony that they were mostly things that his mother had put his father up to, and that his father would not have been half as bad if his mother had not influenced him. One day however, Pony almost loses all his patience after the way his father reacts to Pony being pushed down from third reader to second reader at school. That morning, Pony is asked by his teacher to read to the class, but because it is hot and because Pony was being lazy, he read very poorly despite the fact that Pony is actually a very good reader. His performance causes the teacher to push him down to the second reader. Before class is dismissed, Pony gathers his books and walks out of school towards home. His father advises him to go back to school that afternoon, which continues to upset Pony. Pony heads back to school that afternoon with a plan to run off as soon as school is over. At recess the boys hear word of Pony's plan to run away that very night. After school, the boys tell Pony how he must run away and how they will help him.
William Dean Howells The moonlight was so bright across the clock that it showed the time, and its tick was solemn, as though the minutes were marching slowly by. There was no other sound in the room except the breathing of Conrad, who lay in shadow, sleeping heavily, his head a black patch among the pillows. Mary's hair looked like gold in the pale light which reflected in her open eyes. She had been lying so, listening to the tick and watching the hands, for hours.
William Dean Howells This is a travelogue rather than a novel. The story follows Basil and Isabel March on their honeymoon journey. It’s sometime shortly after the Civil War and the honeymooners travel from Boston to New York and up the Hudson River and west to Rochester and Niagara Falls and along the Thousand Islands to Montreal and Quebec and south, home to Boston, going by carriage and train and boat.
William Dean Howells There are two conspicuous faults in the literary culture which we are trying to give to our boys and girls in our elementary and secondary schools: it is not sufficiently contemporaneous, and it is not sufficiently national and American. Hence it lacks vitality and actuality. So little of it is carried over into life because so little of it is interpretative of the life that is. It is associated too exclusively in the child's mind with things dead and gone—with the Puritan world of Miles Standish, the Revolutionary days of Paul Revere, the Dutch epoch of Rip Van Winkle; or with not even this comparatively recent national interest, it takes the child back to the strange folk of the days of King Arthur and King Robert of Sicily, of Ivanhoe and the Ancient Mariner.
William Dean Howells This is a story book. She and her late partner were the parents of eleven children, some of whom were dead, and some of whom were wanderers in unknown parts. During his life-time she had kept a little shop in her native town; and it was only within a few years that she had gone into service. She cherished a natural haughtiness of spirit, and resented control, although disposed to do all she could of her own motion. Being told to say when she wanted an afternoon, she explained that when she wanted an afternoon she always took it without asking, but always planned so as not to discommode the ladies with whom she lived.
William Dean Howells The toboggans were flat baskets set on iron-shod runners, and well cushioned and padded; they held one, two, or three passengers; the track on which they descended was paved, in gentle undulations, with thin pebbles set on edge and greased wherever the descent found a level.
William Dean Howells To give an account of one's reading is in some sort to give an account of one's life; and I hope that I shall not offend those who follow me in these papers, if I cannot help speaking of myself in speaking of the authors I must call my masters: my masters not because they taught me this or that directly, but because I had such delight in them that I could not fail to teach myself from them whatever I was capable of learning. I do not know whether I have been what people call a great reader; I cannot claim even to have been a very wise reader; but I have always been conscious of a high purpose to read much more, and more discreetly, than I have ever really done, and probably it is from the vantage-ground of this good intention that I shall sometimes be found writing here rather than from the facts of the case.
William Dean Howells It is consoling as often as dismaying to find in what seems a cataclysmal tide of a certain direction a strong drift to the opposite quarter. It is so divinable, if not so perceptible, that its presence may usually be recognized as a beginning of the turn in every tide which is sure, sooner or later, to come.
William Dean Howells The Lady of The Aroostook is a fiction book written by William Dean Howells. The story begins in South Bradfield, Massachusetts with the main character, Lydia Blood, accompanied by her Aunt Maria and her Grandfather Deacon Latham on their family farm. Both of Lydia’s parents had died of illness when Lydia was young and she is now, at the age of nineteen, being sent to live with her other Aunt, on her father’s side of the family, Aunt Josephine, in Venice, Italy. Lydia was not only blessed with good looks and good smarts, but she also was blessed with a beautiful singing voice which she is going to cultivate in Venice and attempt to make a career out of.
William Dean Howells A short novel, it would probably be trimmed down to a novelette in today's world, for it's the simple story of a small-town upper NY state girl on holiday in Quebec with her aunt and uncle. She meets a fairly narrow-minded Boston gentleman under slightly odd circumstances and finds herself slowly pulled into his orbit, leading to an attachment .
William Dean Howells The day had been very hot under the tall trees which everywhere embower and stifle Saratoga, for they shut out the air as well as the sun; and after tea (they still have an early dinner at all the hotels in Saratoga, and tea is the last meal of the day) I strolled over to the pretty Congress Park, in the hope of getting a breath of coolness there. Mrs. March preferred to take the chances on the verandah of our pleasant little hotel, where I left her with the other ladies, forty fanning like one, as they rocked to and fro under the roof lifted to the third story by those lofty shafts peculiar to the Saratoga architecture.
William Dean Howells Literary folk are apt to be such a common lot, with tendencies here and there to be a shabby lot; we arrive from all sorts of unexpected holes and corners of the earth, remote, obscure; and at the best we do so often come up out of the ground; but at Boston we were of ascertained and noted origin, and good part of us dropped from the skies. Instead of holding horses before the doors of theatres; or capping verses at the plough-tail; or tramping over Europe with nothing but a flute in the pocket; or walking up to the metropolis with no luggage but the MS. of a tragedy; or sleeping in doorways or under the arches of bridges; or serving as apothecaries' 'prentices—we were good society from the beginning.
William Dean Howells This remarkable story narrates the amazing story of Joseph C. Dylkes, an historical figure of early Ohio, who convinced a backwoods community that he was the living God. Story told from the point of view of his ex-wife.
William Dean Howells A charming brief account of a two months' autumnal stay on the shores of the Lake of Geneva. Howells, who was there with his family traveling from England to Italy, has a sharp eye not only for scenery and architecture, but for people and customs, both Swiss and foreign.
William Dean Howells This series is available in the three volumes namely, 'Their Wedding Journey', 'A Hazard of New Fortunes' and 'Their Silver Wedding Journey'. The story follows Basil and Isabel March on their honeymoon journey. It’s sometime shortly after the Civil War and the honeymooners travel from Boston to New York and up the Hudson River and west to Rochester and Niagara Falls. And in this way the wedding journey is explored.
William Dean Howells In those dim recesses of the consciousness where things have their
beginning, if ever things have a beginning, I suppose the origin of this
novel may be traced to a fact of a fortnight's sojourn on the western
shore of lake Champlain in the summer of 1891. Across the water in the
State of Vermont I had constantly before my eyes a majestic mountain form
which the earlier French pioneers had named "Le Lion Couchant". but which
their plainer-minded Yankee successors preferred to call "The Camel's
Hump". It really looked like a sleeping lion; the head was especially
definite; and when, in the course of some ten years, I found the scheme
for a story about a summer hotel which I had long meant to write, this
image suggested the name of 'The Landlord at Lion's Head'. I gave the
title to my unwritten novel at once and never wished to change it, but
rejoiced in the certainty that, whatever the novel turned out to be, the
title could not be better
William Dean Howells Its chief contributors for nearly twenty years were Longfellow, Lowell, Holmes, Whittier, Emerson, Doctor Hale, Colonel Higginson, Mrs. Stowe, Whipple, Rose Terry Cooke, Mrs. Julia Ward Howe, Mrs. Prescott Spofford, Mrs. Phelps Ward, and other New England writers who still lived in New England, and largely in the region of Boston. Occasionally there came a poem from Bryant, at New York, from Mr. Stedman, from Mr. Stoddard and Mrs. Stoddard, from Mr. Aldrich, and from Bayard Taylor. But all these, except the last, were not only of New England race, but of New England birth.
William Dean Howells A Hazard of New Fortunes is a novel by William Dean Howells. Fulkerson pulled first one of his blond whiskers and then the other, and twisted the end of each into a point, which he left to untwine itself. He fixed March with his little eyes, which had a curious innocence in their cunning, and tapped the desk immediately in front of him.
William Dean Howells The Sleeping Car is a farce play in three parts by William Dean Howells. This story begins with Mrs. Roberts, her baby son, and her Aunt Mary headed Westbound on the Boston and Albany Railroad. They are on their way to meet Mrs. Roberts' husband and brother in Boston. Mrs. Roberts has not seen her brother in twelve years, and is nervous about how he will react to seeing her. In the time since they last saw each other, she has married and birthed a child, and has heard little from her brother except for infrequent telegraphs.