Thursday, September 30, 2010

e *ap

; chief, main *mayorazgo*
_m._ entail; inheritance
of oldest son *me* me *media* _f._ stocking *medida* _f._ measure
*medio* _m._ midst; means; middle; _adj._ half; *de ---- a ----*
*meditacion* _f._ meditation *mejor* (_comp. of_ bueno) better; best
*memoria* _f._ memory *menester*
_m._ necessity; *ser
----* be necessary *menor* younger; smaller; *el ----* the youngest
*menos* less; least; *al ----, a lo ----, cuando ----, por lo ----*,
at least; *a ---- que* unless *menoscabo* _m._
detriment *mentecato* _m._ fool, idiot *mentira* _f._ lie *menudo: a
----* often *menique* _adj._ little (finger) *mercantil*
mercantile, business *merced*

_f._ grace; *su ----* (_title of respect_) you (_cf._ *vuestra
----, Vd.*) *merecedor* deserving *merecer* merit, deserve *merito*
_m._ merit, worth *mes* _m._ month
*mesa* _f._ table *meter* put, put in; shut up; *----se* get in, get
under; *----se en camisa de once varas* interfere
in other people's affairs; *---- baza* put in a word *metodo* method
*mexicano* Mexican *Mexico* _m._ Mexico *mi* my *mi* me; myself
*miedo* _m._ fear *miembro*

_m._ member; limb *mientras* while *mil* thousand *milagro*

_m._ miracle *militar*

military *millar* _m._ thousand (_generally used in the pl._) *mimar*
pet, spoil *minino* _m. fam. for_ *gato* cat (_cf. English_ pussy)
*ministro* _m._
minister, secretary; *---- de Relaciones* Secretary of Foreign
Affairs *minuto* _m._. minute *mio* my; mine *mirada* _f._
glance *miramiento* _m._ circumspection *mirar* look, look at
*miserable* miserable *miseria* _f._ misery; trifle *misero* misera

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

you're mistaking the tempo

it, and turn out the work she does--It's
a pretty fair test of sanity." "That she should have chosen to do so
itself abnormal."
"It's not a joyous or a desirable life for her, if that's what you
mean," said Hugh. But that was not what the Doctor meant, and he
judged it discreet to drop the discussion at that point. And, as for
several weeks he
saw and
heard no more of
Miss Holland, he judged that Hugh had begun to think, and that he had
thought better of it. For the Doctor
knew what he was talking about. When a Brodrick meant to marry, he did
not lose his head about a woman, he married sanely, soberly and
decorously, for the sake of children. It was so that their father had
married. It was so that John--well, John had been a little
unfortunate. It was so that he, the Doctor---- He stopped short in his
reflections, remembering how it was that he had remained unmarried.
Like every other Brodrick he had reserved
for himself the privilege of the unexpec

Sunday, September 26, 2010

Nscription: TO AUGUSTUS THOMAS: Grat

It is safe stuff to give to a young fellow who likes to take off his
hat and dilate his nostrils and feel the wind in his face. Like water
at the source, it is undefiled. DAVIS AND THE ROUGH RIDERS BY THEODORE
ROOSEVELT I knew Richard Harding Davis for many years,

and I was among the number who were immediately drawn to him by the
power and originality of "Gallegher,"
the story which first made his reputation. My intimate association with
him, however, was while he was with my regiment

in Cuba, He joined us immediately after landing, and was not merely
at but took part in the fighting. For example, at the Guasimas fight it
he, I think, with his field-glasses, who first placed the trench from
which the Spaniards were firing at the right wing of the regiment,
which right wing I, at that time, commanded. We were then able to make
out the trench, opened fire

on it, and drove out the Spaniards. He was indomitably cheerful under
and difficulties
and entirely indifferent

to his own personal safety or comfort. He so won the esteem and regard
of the regiment that he was one of the three men we made honorary
members of the regiment's association.

We gave him the same medal worn by our own members. He was as good an
American as ever lived and his heart flamed against cruelty and
injustice. His writings
form a text-book of Americanism which all our people would do well to
read at the present time. BY IRVIN S. COBB Almost the first letter I
received after I

undertook to make a living by writing for magazines was signed with the
name of Richard Harding Davis. I barely knew him; practically
we were strangers; but if he had been my own brother he could not have
more generously or more kindly than he did write in that
letter. He, a famous writer, had gone
out of his way to speak words of encouragement to me, an unknown
writer; had taken the time and the pains out of a busy life to cheer a
beginner in the
field where he had had so great a measure of success. When I came to
know him better, I
found out that such acts as these were characteristic of Richard Har

Saturday, September 25, 2010

Trench was left to meditate beside the fire. He gaz

family and two of his braves. When the
poor maniac revived under the influence of the warm food, she started

up with wild
looks and sought again to fly, but was
forcibly detained by one of the braves. "Oh, let me go--let me go!--to
his mother!" she
wailed piteously, for she felt herself to be helpless in the youth's
grasp. "Has Rising Sun forgotten Bearpaw?" said the chief tenderly, as
he stood before her. "Yes--yes--no. I have not forgotten,"
she said, passing her

hand over her brow; "but, oh! let me go to her before I die!" "Rising
Sun shall not die. She is among friends now. The pale-faced enemies
who killed Little Beaver can do her no harm." "Killed him--enemies!"
murmured the poor girl, as if perplexed; then, quickly, "Yes--yes--he
is dead. Does not Rising Sun know
it? Did she not see it with her own eyes? He
was killed--killed!" The poor girl's
voice rose as she spoke until it was almost a shriek. "Rising Sun,"
said the chief, in a tone which the girl could not choose but obey,
"tell us who killed him?" "Killed him? No one killed him!" she
answered, with a return
of the perplexed look. "He missed his footing and fell over the cliff,
and the Great Spirit took
him." "Then the palefaces had nothing to do with it?" asked the chief
eagerly. "Oh! yes; the palefaces had to do with it. They were there,
and Rising Sun saw all that they did; but they did not see her, for
when she saw them coming she hid herself,
being in great fear. And she knew that Little Beaver was dead. No man
could fall from such a cliff and live. D

Friday, September 24, 2010

roadway Tab. Ch. ...20.0

paper and he and his wife read it. One item of news is the change of
Government in Brazil. He asks me just where Brazil is; why they
change the Government. He reads of the fire in Boston and Lynn. He
inquires where Lynn is. Being a Con

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

it. [Mr. Mackay's

more fairly; for Ella has a marvellous ingenuity in picking out easy
verses, like Jack Horner's plums, and valuing every sacred sentence,
not by its subject, but by its shortness. Still, she is bound to win.
"How is her health this summer?" I asked her mother, the other day.
"Well, her verses weigh on her," said the good woman, solemnly. And
here I pledge you my word, Dolorosus, that to every one of these
statements I might append, as Miss Edgeworth does to every
particularly tough story,--"_N.B. This is a fact._" I will only add
that our Sunday-School Superintendent, who is a physician, told me
that he had as strong objections to the whole thing as I could have;
but that it was no use talking; all the other schools did it, and ours

must; emulation was the order of the day. "Besides," he added, with
that sort of
cheerful hopelessness peculiar to his profession, "the boys are not
trying for the prize much, this year; and as for the girls, they would
probably lose their health very soon, at any rate, and may as well
devote it to a sacred cause."
Do not misunderstand me. The supposed object in this case is a good
one, just as the object in week-day schools is a good one,--to
communicate valuable knowledge and develop the
powers of the mind. The defect in policy, in both cases, appears to
be, that it totally defeats its own aim, renders
the employments hateful that should be delightful, and sacrifices the
whole powers, so far as its
influence goes, without any equivalent. All excess defeats itself.
As a grown man can work more in ten hours than in fifteen, taking
a series of days together, so a child can make more substantial mental
progress in five hours daily than in ten. Your child's mind is not an
earthen jar, to be filled by pouring into it; it is a delicate plant,
to be wisely and healthfully reared; and your wife might as well
attempt to enrich her mignon

Monday, September 20, 2010

too weak even for his contempt. Cool, d

Nchise their former masters, ratify a new constitution, and elect a
legislature to do their will. Old Aleck was a candidate for the
House, chief poll-holder, and seemed to be in charge of the movements
of the voters outside the booth as well as inside.

He appeared to be omnipresent, and his self-importance was a sight
had never dreamed. He could not keep his eyes off him. "By George,
he's a wonder!" he laughed. Aleck had suppressed as far as possible
the story of the painted stakes and the deed, after sending out
warnings to the brethren to beware of two enticing strangers. The
surveyors had reaped a rich harvest and passed
on. Aleck made up his mind to go to Columbia, make the laws himself,
and never again trust a white man from the North or

South. The agent of the Freedman's Bureau at Piedmont tried to choke
him off the ticket. The League backed him to a man. He could neither
read nor write, but before he took to whiskey he had made a specialty
of revival exhortation, and his mouth was the most effective

thing about him. In this campaign he was an orator of no mean powers.
He knew what he wanted, and he

knew what his people wanted, and he put the thing in words so plain
that a wayfaring man, though a fool, couldn't make any
mistake about

it. As he bustled past, forming
a batta

Saturday, September 18, 2010

to perish. [He turns

VEREUX. But how do we get through Hartschier and Gordon, That stand

on guard there in the inner chamber? BUTLER.
I have made myself acquainted with the place, I lead you through a
back door that's defended

By one man only. Me my rank and office Give access to the duke
at every hour. I'll go before

you--with one poinard-stroke

Cut Hartschier's windpipe, and make
way for you. DEVEREUX.
And when we are there, by what means shall we gain The duke's
bed-chamber, without
his alarming The servants of the court? for he has here A numerous

company of followers. BUTLER. The attendants fills the right wing: he
bustle, And lodges
in the left wing quite alone. DEVEREUX. Were it well over--hey,
Macdonald! I Feel queerly on the occasion,
devil knows. MACDONALD. And I, too. 'Tis too great a personage.
will hold us for a brace of villains. BUTLER. In plenty, honor,
splendor--you may safely Laugh at the people's babble. DEVEREUX. If
the business Squares with one's honor--if that be quite certain.
BUTLER. Set your hearts quite at ease. Ye save for Ferdinand His
crown and empire. The reward can be No small one. DEVEREUX. And 'tis
his purpose to
dethrone the emperor? BUTLER. Yes! Yes! to rob him of his crown and
life. DEVEREUX. And must he

fall by the executioner's hands, Should we deliver him up to the
emperor Alive? BUTLER. It were his certain destiny. DEVEREUX. Well!
Well! Come then, Macdonald, he shall not Lie long in pain. [Exeunt
BUTLER through one door, MACDONALD and DEVEREUX
through the other. SCENE III. A saloon, terminated by a gallery,
which extends far into the background. WALLENSTIN sitting at a table.

before him. WALLENSTEIN.
Commend me to your lord. I sympathize In his good
fortune; and if you have seen
me Deficient in the expressions of that joy, Which such a victory

well demand, Attribute it to no lack of good-will, For henceforth are
our fortunes one. Farewell, And for your trouble take my thanks.
To-morrow The

citadel shall be surrendered to you On your arrival. [The SWEDISH
CAPTAIN retires. WALLENSTEIN sits lost in thought, his eyes fixed
and his head sustained by his
hand. The COUNTESS TERZKY enter

Sunday, September 12, 2010

D Chester. "You have accomplished a feat you may well be proud of t

Avy guns in the distance, telling that the long-range artillery duel,
farther south, was still in progress. But, as Hal was about to give the
word for a further advance, from almost directly ahead, though still
some distance away, came the sound of
a single pistol
shot. Just one shot; that was
all. In vain did the lads strain their ears to catch a possible reply to
the shot. None came. Hal ordered his men to advance at
a slow trot, and the troop moved
forward once more. Now they came to a woods. They advanced rapidly and
the woods became less dense, and the darkness
caused by the heavy overhanging trees gave way to more light. Hal again
called a halt, and
himself rode forward to investigate. Twenty yards ahead he came to a
clearing in the woods, stretching
out for a possible quarter of a mile. In

the very center of this clearing the lad made out a strange sight. His
eyes fell upon
a detachment of German troops--about fifty all told--dancing about what
Hal finally made out to be
a barn. As Hal looked a sheet of flame sprang up. It was plain to the
lad in an instant

Friday, September 10, 2010

S?" I asked. "Oh! it produces beautiful dreams, which

Try and tear my coat! I know you wouldn't dare to
do it! Never mind, though! I'll punish you for your malice." The poor
plant, alas! was soon cut down; thus the growth of years was destroyed
in a few minutes. After an hour's walking, the head of our

Sunday, September 5, 2010