Literature

“In the summer of 1881,” I met a man named James H. Conway, a resident of Franklin, Tennessee. He was visiting San Francisco for his…

The little girl came into her papa’s study, as she always did Saturday morning before breakfast, and asked for a story. He tried to beg…

Away up in the heart of the Allegheny Mountains, in Pocahontas County, West Virginia, is a beautiful little valley through which flows the east fork…

Palace of Saint Nicholas in the Moon Christmas Morning My Dear Susy Clemens, I have received and read all the letters which you and your…

Connecting Readyville and Woodbury was a good, hard turnpike nine or ten miles long. Readyville was an outpost of the Federal army at Murfreesboro; Woodbury…

It was the night the dear Christ-Child came to Bethlehem. In a country far away from Him, an old, old woman named Babouscka sat in…

If you had seen little Jo standing at the street corner in the rain, you would hardly have admired him. It was apparently an ordinary…

“Hark, hark, the dogs do bark, The beggars are coming to town: Some in rags, and some in tags, And some in velvet gown.” Very…

Travelers approaching a bush township are sure to find some distance from the town a lonely public-house waiting by the roadside to give them welcome.…

“Hickory, Dickory, Dock! The mouse ran up the clock. The clock struck one, The mouse ran down, Hickory, Dickory, Dock!” Within the hollow wall of…

No tram ever goes to Randwick races without him; he is always fat, hairy, and assertive; he is generally one of a party, and takes…

Santa Claus lives in the Laughing Valley, where stands the big, rambling castle in which his toys are manufactured. His workmen, selected from the ryls,…