Mr. Pickwick at the Parade

The esteemed Mr. Pickwick and his friends join a crowd in a busy 19th century English town to watch the local militia carry out a mock battle. Mr. Pickwick and his three companions stationed themselves in the front of the crowd, and patiently awaited the commencement of the proceedings. The throng was increasing every moment; [Read more....]

 
Some Poetry for Valentine’s Day

A Red, Red Rose Robert Burns O my Luve’s like a red, red rose That’s newly sprung in June; O my Luve’s like the melodie That’s sweetly played in tune.   As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I; And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a’ the [Read more....]

 
Mark Twain on the Coyote

The coyote is a long, slim, sick and sorry-looking skeleton, with a gray wolf-skin stretched over it, a tolerably bushy tail that forever sags down with a despairing expression of forsakenness and misery, a furtive and evil eye, and a long, sharp face, with slightly lifted lip and exposed teeth. He has a general slinking [Read more....]

 

I. WILT Thou forgive that sin where I begun, Which was my sin, though it were done before? Wilt Thou forgive that sin, through which I run, And do run still, though still I do deplore? When Thou hast done, Thou hast not done, For I have more. II. Wilt Thou forgive that sin which [Read more....]

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