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Library of Congress
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Library of Congress. Cataloging Policy and Support Office
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A Guide to the Best Historical Novels and Tales
Jonathan Nield
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Catalogue of English Prose Fiction & Juvenile Books ...
Chicago Public Library
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The Man in Black: An Historical Novel of the Days of Queen Anne
George Payne Rainsford James, Stanley John Weyman
Let me take you into an old-fashioned country house, built by architects of the early reign of James the First. It had all the peculiarities--I might almost say the oddities--of that particular epoch in the building art. Chimneys innumerable had it. Heaven only knows what rooms they ventilated; but their name must have been legion. The windows were not fewer in number, and much more irregular: for the chimneys were gathered together in some sort of symmetrical arrangement, while the windows were scattered all over the various faces of the building, with no apparent arrangement at all. Heaven knows, also, what rooms they lighted, or were intended to light, for they very little served the purpose, being narrow, and obstructed by the stone mullions of the Elizabethan age. Each, too, had its label of stone superincumbent, and projecting from the brick-work, which might leave the period of construction somewhat doubtful--but the gables decided the fact. They, too, were manifold; for although the house had been built all at once, it seemed, nevertheless, to have been erected in detached masses, and joined together as best the builder could; so that there were no less than six gables, turning north, south, east, and west, with four right angles, and flat walls between them. These gables were surmounted--topped, as it were, by a triangular wall, somewhat higher than the acute roof, and this wall was constructed with a row of steps, coped with freestone, on either side of the ascent, as if the architect had fancied that some man or statue would, one day or another, have to climb up to the top of the pyramid, and take his place upon the crowning stone. It was a gloomy old edifice: the bricks had become discolored; the livery of age, yellow and gray lichen, was upon it; daws hovered round the chimney tops; rooks passed cawing over it, on the way to their conventicle hard by; no swallow built under the eaves; and the trees, as if repelled by its stern, cold aspect, retreated from it on three sides, leaving it alone on its own flat ground, like a moody man amidst a gay society. On the fourth side, indeed, an avenue--that is to say, two rows of old elms--crept cautiously up to it in a winding and sinuous course, as if afraid of approaching too rapidly; and at the distance of some five or six hundred yards, clumps of old trees, beeches, and ever-green oaks, and things of sombre foliage, dotted the park, only enlivened by here and there a herd of deer. Now and then, a milk-maid, a country woman going to church or market, a peasant, or at game-keeper, might be seen traversing the dry brown expanse of grass, and but rarely deviating from a beaten path, which led from one stile over the path wall to another. It was all sombre and monotonous: the very spirit of dulness seemed to hang over it; and the clouds themselves--the rapid sportive clouds, free denizens of the sky, and playmates of the wind and sunbeam--appeared to grow dull and tardy, as they passed across the wide space open to the view, and to proceed with awe and gravity, like timid youth in the presence of stern old age. Enough of the outside of the house. Let me take you into the interior, reader, and into one particular room--not the largest and the finest; but one of the highest. It was a little oblong chamber, with one window, which was ornamented--the only ornament the chamber had--with a decent curtain of red and white checked linen. On the side next the door, and between it and the western wall, was a small bed. A walnut-tree table and two or three chairs were near the window. In one corner stood a washing-stand, not very tidily arranged, in another chest of drawers; and opposite the fire-place, hung from nails driven into the wall, two or three shelves of the same material as the table, each supporting a row of books, which, by the dark black covers, brown edges, and thumbed corners, seemed to have a right to boast of some antiquity and much use. At the table, as you perceive, there is seated a boy of some fifteen years of age, with pen and ink and paper, and an open book. If you look over his shoulder, you will perceive that the words are Latin. Yet he reads it with ease and facility, and seeks no aid from the dictionary. It is the "Cato Major" of Cicero. Heaven! what a book for a child like that to read! Boyhood studying old age!
Historical Outlook
A Journal for Readers, Students and Teachers of History
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A Man Called Sunday
Charles G. West
A good man finds himself in bad trouble in this thrilling tale of the American West. Strapped for cash, Luke Sunday takes a job as a scout for the army’s war against the Sioux. Raised by the Cheyenne and Crow, he runs afoul of the army when they attack a peaceful Cheyenne village, believing it to be Sioux leader Sitting Bull’s camp. When he accuses them of wrongdoing, the outlaw Bill Bogart leads the charge to oust him from the campaign. Set adrift, he happens upon the Freemans, who need a guide to the Gallatin Valley. When they meet the sinister-looking Sunday, they’re hesitant to hire him. But when Mr. Freeman is killed in a Sioux attack and the reckless Bogart shows up, Mrs. Freeman must put her trust in the man called Sunday.
Fiction Catalog
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Captains and the Kings
Taylor Caldwell
Here is a rich, surging novel about a young Irish immigrant who clawed his way to the top to become one of the most powerful men in the world. But the price he paid was devastating. it almost seemed as though he were pursued by a sinister curse.
The School World
A Monthly Magazine of Educational Work and Progress
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Studying the Major Subjects
Claude C. Crawford
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International Index to Periodicals
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An author and subject index to publications in fields of anthropology, archaeology and classical studies, economics, folklore, geography, history, language and literature, music, philosophy, political science, religion and theology, sociology and theatre arts.
Essays and Monographs
William Francis Allen
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"Librarian," International Directory of Booksellers
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International Directory of Second-hand Booksellers and Bibliophile's Manual
James Clegg
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The Study of a Novel
Selden Lincoln Whitcomb
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