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With a General Introduction by

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Copyright 1902

Copyright 1905


The Bodleian Society



Critical Synopsis of Selections
Biographical Dictionary of Authors



Father Tom and the Pope

Samuel Ferguson

The Diverting History of John Gilpin

William Cowper 47

An Inspired Lobbyist
The Ghost Baby
Mending the Clock .
The Tachypomp
The Skirts of Chance

/. W. De Forest 59

Blackwood's Magazine 81

James M. Barrie 107

Edzvard Page Mitchell 117

H. B. Marriott-Watson 137

The Legend of Sleepy Hollow
Tarn O'Shanter

Washington Irving 269
Robert Burns 307




James M. Barrie Frontispiece

William Cowper 47

"They made a handsome and engaging couple" . 137
Robert Burns 307




An Inspired Lobbyist: By J. W. De Forest:

A little New England State has two capitals.
Each capital city is ambitious to be sole possessor
of the honor. Ananias Pullwool, the Inspired Lob-
byist, experienced in the larger ways of Washing-
ton, appears on the scene and sees his opportunity.
He inspires Slowburg with hope; and Slowburg
raises a large fund wherewith the Inspired Lobbyist
pledges himself to secure the coveted prize.

But Fastburg is not left to slumber. The Inspired
Lobbyist excites its people by exposing to them the
direful secret schemes of their hated rivals, only to
be circumvented by a much larger fund, which is
promptly supplied. The Inspired Lobbyist makes
both funds useful — to himself— and departs to seek
new conquests.

Diverting History of John Gilpin, The : By William
CowPER :
This tale tells how John Gilpin, a worthy citizen
of London, set forth upon a borrowed steed to keep
holiday with his wife at Islington; how, being
unused to the management of spirited horses, he
goaded his mount to madness, so that the steed "ran
away" with the terrified Gilpin, galloped through
Islington at top speed, and never stopped until he
reached Ware, miles beyond. Being rescued and
rested at Ware, the timid citizen again mounted his
now subdued animal and turned toward Islington,
but, alas ! the horse determined to return to London,
which he did forthwith, at speed rivaling that of his
outcoming. So, although Gilpin passed twice
through Islington, he got neither dinner nor holiday.


Father Tom and the Pope: By Samuel Ferguson:
In the first half of the last century, Ireland was to
be redeemed by popular education, minutely dissem-
inated among the masses. A part of the plan was
regular examination of the teachers, to secure con-
formity to a high standard of culture. This amusing
skit is a jocular satire upon the accomplishments
demanded of the Irish "hedge-schoolmaster." Under
the compulsion of frequent school-board examina-
tions. Father Tom has become highly accomplished.
He visits Rome to do reverence to the Pope. His
Holiness having heard of Father Tom's remarkable
intellect, challenges him to a contest of wits. In
this story the particulars of the encounter are told,
and how His Holiness came out second best. \

Ghost Baby, The: From Blackwood's Magazine:

The biological laws, so to speak, of ghost-life are
decidedly hazy. Romantic literature is full of ghosts,
but the literature of science has not yet noted their
origin, nature, development, and cycle of life. For
the most part, the story-tellers make their ghosts
independent of the lapse of time : ordinary ghosts
grow no older as time passes, and cling undevi-
atingly to the fashions and customs which they
knew in life. This amusing story offers an excep-
tion. It shows clearly that ghosts "grow up" just
as living beings do, and that their cycle of life has
its various stages, each with its distinctive trials, just
as our own has. The story tells how the relator
became the guardian of a ghost baby, and the trials
and tribulations he suffered in training and edu-
cating it until it became a mature ghost, able to
care for itself.

Legend of Sleepy Hollow, The : By Washington
Irving :
Where the majestic Hudson expands into the
broad reaches of the Tappan Zee, Sleepy Hollow
nestles between lofty hills that slope from the
margin of the river ; and the children of the country-
side shiver with dread at the oft-told tale of a head-
less horseman — a Hessian mercenary justly beheaded
by a patriot cannon-ball — who rides at night to
fright belated wayfarers. Katrina Van Tassel is


the village belle, winsome, coquettish and mischiev-
ous ; Ichabod Crane is the loutish school-master,
awkward, ungainly, and ill-favored ; and Brom Van
Brunt is the shrewd, rollicking, devil-may-care suitor
of the charming Katrina. Ichabod casts sheep's
eyes at the coquette, is intoxicated by her demure
encouragement, and aspires to become the rival of
Brom Van Brunt, otherwise Brom "Bones." After
a festive evening at the Van Tassel farmhouse, as
the schoolmaster jogs slowly homeward through
the night, he is terrified by the apparition of the
Headless Horseman, who bears his head before him
on the saddle-bow. He seeks safety in flight, put-
ting his horse to its utmost speed ; but the specter
hurls after him the horrible head, he is felled to the
ground, and for reasons which appear in the story
he vanishes to escape the ridicule which he foresees.

Mending THE Clock: By J. M. Barrie:

This sparkling little skit is an excellent example
of pleasant badinage by a popular writer, of that
Scottish race which has long been believed jokeless.
Nothing was the matter with the clock : it merely
needed winding; but it required some experimenting
before that simple fact dawned upon the ingenuous
literary mind.

Skirts of Chance, The: By H. B. Marriott-Watson :
Lord Francis Charmian, young, airy, flippant and
delightful, finding conventional deportment a bore,
surrenders himself wholly to the guidance of chance.
Whatever suggestion or opportunity chance presents,
he accepts and follows blindly, no matter how
capricious or whimsical it may be. He dismisses
calculation and acts unhesitatingly and instantly
upon the impulse of the moment.

Lord Francis does not seek adventures ; they roll
in upon him unsought, and as he embraces all that
come, he finds a surprising variety in the life he
thought so dull and eventless. His nonchalance and
instant acceptance of the moment get him into all
sorts of absurd situations ; and his savoir faire and
ready wit get him out again, although at times his
delightful assurance is taxed to the utmost.
Nothing is too whimsical for Lord Francis' fancy.


He plunges aimlessly into the unknown, driving his
yellow coach with green trimmings ; he alights airn-
lessly at an inn, sympathizes with a charming girl in
distress, precipitates hostilities with two rival suit-
ors and a guardian, finally brings about general
agreement and vanishes, leaving them in wonder-
ment. A mistake of his cab lands him at an evening
party where he is totally unknown, and where he
causes amusing complications by his ready inven-
tion. He finds a lady's purse in the street, is de-
nounced as a pickpocket by a fussy little red-faced
man, has an awkward few moments with the police,
and is relieved by the ready wit of a charming girl.
A lady who has lost a valuable necklace believes
Lord Francis to be Mr. Graves, the private detec-
tive ; he solemnly accepts her commission for the
recovery of the stolen jewels, and succeeds by un-
heard-of means. A stormy night, the wrong
brougham, and a strange lady therein produce com-
plications that even Lord Francis is unequal to.

In the adventure of "The Conspiracy" the
sprightly young man fairly meets his match. He is
very obliging. Lady Chatfield asks of him a peculiar
service — that he will make love to her niece, in
order to break up an undesirable attachment which
that young lady has contracted. Lord Francis makes
furious love to Miss Langley, and is far more suc-
cessful than he intended and desired. The affair
seems serious ; he is in honor bound to propose, and
he is accepted, only to be laughed at in the sequel.

The giddy young lord and his adventures are
ingeniously entertaining.

Tachypomp, The: By E. P. Mitchell:

Professor Surd was an enthusiast in the science
of mathematics, who declined to give the hand of his
charming daughter Abscissa tothe eligible youngman
of her choice until the latter signalized himself by some
notable achievement in mathematical science. The
young man thereupon declared his purpose to comply
with the condition. He invented the Tachypomp — a
sort of rapid-transit railroad — an ingenious paradox,
which cumulated the separate progressive move-
ments of a number of independent motors, anni-
hilated time and distance, and made transit instan-



taneous. Hence its Greek name, meaning, "to go |

quickly." He demonstrated his solution to the sat- ■»

isfaction of the Professor, and won the girl. The jj

Tachypomp was not built, but the inventor never I

could see any reason why it shouldn't work. Neither |

could the Professor. j

Tam O'Shanter: By Robert Burns: |

The spirits of Scotland are potent and the witches I

of Scotland are fearsome. Tam O'Shanter tarried !

o'er long at the inn, and saw uncanny things on his ,j

long and cold homeward ride. The churchyard was i

ghastly with bluish light, the night was rent with '|

horrid clamors and gibberings. and grisly forms !
leapt and whirled in the witches' dance, to fiendish

music that chilled his blood with dread. But Tam j'
was held by fascination, curiosity lured him close

and closer, and the potent spirits which he had )

imbibed gave him courage to applaud. Witches 1

cannot cross a running stream ; by mighty haste (

Tam won the bridge's crest a hand's-breadth in the J

lead; but, alas! his puir auld mare, Maggie, left her |

tail in the grasp of the infuriated witch-wife. ?

Editor. <



Vol. 1 8— I


Barrie, James Matthew : Scottish novelist, essayist,
and journalist, born at Kirriemuir, May 9, i860.
Mr. Barrie is a prolific author who commands a
wide and increasing audience. His most notable
work has dealt with the simple intimate life of
Scotch villagers and peasants. They are essentially
pictures of humanity, character sketches, depictions
of the homely, sturdy sentiment of an upright and
single-minded people. Almost devoid of plot,
Barrie's principal stories deal mainly with incident
and character, marked by vigorous drawing of out-
line and exquisite delicacy of shading and thought in
the detail.

"Auld Licht Idylls," "A Window in Thrums" and
"The Little Minister" perhaps hold first place in the
list of his works; and they have won high esteem.
Among his other writings are: "Better _ Dead."
"When a Man's Single," "My Lady Nicotine,"
"Tommy and Grizell."

Burns, Robert: A famous lyric poet of Scotland, born
near Ayr, January 25, 1759; died at Dumfries, July
21, 1796. He was the son of a small farmer, by
whom he was given a meager education. Robert
Burns likewise followed the pursuit of farming as
a means of livelihood. He was unprosperous, being
hampered by poverty, and unfitted by temperament
for the persistent industry of manual toil required
to gain a subsistence from the soil. His domestic
life was unhappy and disreputable, he was burdened
with a large family, and was oppressed by penury.
His later years were clouded by intemperance.



His first volume of poems was published in 1786 at
Kilmarnock. It was so successful that a second
edition was printed in the following year at Edin-
burgh, and Burns was received in the distinguished
literary society of that capitol. Another volume of
poems appeared in 1793; and a collective edition
of his works was published in 1800, after his death.

His productions comprise a great number of lyric
poems, ballads, popular songs, and homely dialect
verses. Many of his lyrics are of great beauty ; and
his songs are instinct with genuine feeling that finds
a responsive chord in the heart. Few poets are better
loved, for few others have so combined high poetic
quality with tender human emotion.

In his later years Burns became an excise officer
at Dumfries, and devoted himself more closely to
his literary work than when he was occupied with
the toil of a farm.

CowPER, William: (For Biographical Note see Vol.
9, "The Odyssey")

De Forest, John William : An American novelist, his-
torian and writer of short stories, born at Seymour,
Conn.. March 31, 1826. He served throughout the
Civil War, reaching the rank of major, and was
adjutant-general of the veteran reserve corps, 1865
to 1868. His earliest published works were: "His-
tory of the Indians of Connecticut" (1853) ; "Ori-
ental Acquaintance" (1856). Among his novels are:
"Seaclifif, or the Mysteries of the Westervelts";
"Miss Ravenel's Conversion from Secession" ; "The
Oddest of Courtships" ; "Kate Beaumont" ; "Honest
John Vance"; "Overland"; "Flaying the Mischief";
and "The Wetherell Affair." He has also written
many essays, sketches and short stories.

Ferguson, Samuel (Sir) : An Irish author and bar-
rister, born at Belfast, March 10, 1810; died at
Howth, August 9, 1886. Educated at Trinity Col-
lege, Dublin; admitted to the Irish bar, 1838, and
Queen's Counsel, 1859-67. In 1867 he was ap-
pointed deputy keeper of the public records of Ire-
land, and was knighted in 1878. His poetical works
comprise "Lays of the Western Gael" (1865) ;


"Congal, an Epic Poem in Five Books" (1872);
roems (1880), and minor uncollected poems He
also wrote various sketches of Irish life and char-
acter. As an antiquarian, he collected all the known
Ugham mscriptions in Ireland.

IRVING,_ Washington : (For Biographical Note see Vol
I, Battle, Camp and Siege.")

iMiTCHELL, Edward Page: An American journalist and
^0"^^''^°^ stones. Born at Bath, Me., March 24
i»S2. Graduate! Bowdoin College. 1871, and at once
began newspaper work upon the staff of the Boston
Advertiser. In 1875 he joined the staff of the New
York ^un, as editorial writer, in which position he
has continued to the present time, contributing in a
notable degree to the trenchant terseness which is
so marked a characteristic of that important jour-
nal s editorial page.

Watson, Henry Brereton Marriott: An English au-
^ ? 5 ^"d JO"i"nalist. He was born in 1863 at Caul-
held, Melbourne, and so may be counted as one of
the group of Australian authors who have stepped
so well to the front during the last ten years

Mr. Watson did not remain in Melbourne lone
however, but went with his father to New Zealand
in 1872. Here he graduated at the New Zealand
University in 1883 and went to England to live two
years ater. Shortly after his arrival he took up
journalistic work, and a little later published his
first novel, "Marahuna: A Romance." This was
followed by Lady Faintheart" (1890), "The Web
of the Spider" (1891), -Galloping Dick." and others.
He is joint author with Barrie of "Richard Savage"
a play produced in London in 1891.



As related by Mr. Michael Hefferntan, Master of the
National School at Tallymactaggart, in the County
Leitrim, to a friend, during his official visit to Dublin
for the purpose of studying political economy, in
the spring of 1838.

By Samuel Ferguson


771 HEN his Riv'rence was in Room, ov coorse
%M the Pope axed him to take pot-look wid him.
More be token, it was on a Friday; but, for
all that, there was plenty of mate; for the Pope gev
himself an absolution from the fast on account of the
great company that was in it, — at laste so I'm tould.
Howandiver, there's no fast on the dhrink, anyhow, —
glory be to God! — and so, as they wor sitting, afther
dinner, taking their sup together, says the Pope, says
he, "Thomaus," for the Pope, you know, spakes that
away, and all as one as ov uz, — "Thomaus a lanna,"
says he, "I'm tould you welt them English heretics out
ov the face."

"You may say that," says his Riv'rence to him again.
"Be my soul," says he, "if I put your Holiness undher
the table, you won't be the first Pope I floored."



Well, his Holiness laughed like to split; for you
know, Pope was the great Prodesan that Father Tom
put down upon Purgathory; and ov coorse they knew
all the ins and outs of the conthravarsy at Room.
"Faix. Thomaus," says he, smiling across the table
at him mighty agreeable, — "it's no lie what they tell
me, that yourself is the pleasant man over the dhrop ov
good liquor."

"Would you like to thry?" says his Riv'rence.

"Sure, and am n't I thrying all I can?" says the
Pope. "Sorra betther bottle ov wine's betuxt this and
Salamanca, nor there's fornenst you on the table; it's
raal Lachrymachrystal, every spudh ov it."

"It's mortial could," says Father Tom.

"Well, man alive," says the Pope, "sure, and here's
the best ov good claret in the cut decanther."

"Not maning to make little ov the claret, your Holi-
ness," says his Riv'rence, "I would prefir some hot
wather and sugar, with a glass ov spirits through it, if

"Hand me over the bottle of brandy," says the Pope
to his head butler, "and fetch up the materi'ls," says he.
"Ah, then, your Holiness," says his Riv'rence, mighty
eager, "maybe you'd have a dhrop ov the native in
your cellar? Sure, it's all one throuble," says he, "and,
troth, I dunna how it is, but brandy always plays the
puck wid my inthrails."

" 'Pon my conscience, then." says the Pope, "it's
very sorry I am, Misther Maguire," says he, "that it
is n't in my power to plase you; for I'm sure and cer-
taint that there's not as much whiskey in Room this
blessed minit as 'ud blind the eye ov a midge."

"'Well, in troth, your Holiness," says Father Tom,
"I knewn there was no use in axing; only," says he,
"I didn't know how else to exqueeze the liberty I
tuck," says he, "of bringing a small taste," says he,


"of the real stuff," says he, hauling out an imperi'l
quart bottle out ov his coat-pocket; "that never seen
the face ov a gauger," says he, setting it down on the
table fornenst the Pope; "and if you'll jist thry the
full ov a thimble ov it, and it doesn't rise the cockles
ov your Holiness's heart, why then, my name." says he,
"isn't Tom Maguire!" and with that he out's wid the

Well, the Pope at first was going to get vexed at
Father Tom for fetching dhrink thataway in his pocket,
as if there wasn't lashins in the house; so says he,
"Misther Maguire," says he, "I'd have you to com-
prehind the differ betuxt an inwitation to dinner from
the succissor of Saint Pether, and from a common
nagur of a Prodesan squirean that maybe hasn't
liquor enough in his cupboard to wet more nor his
own heretical whistle. That may be the way wid them
that you wisit in Leithrim," says he, "and in Roscom-
mon; and I'd let you know the differ in the prisint
case," says he, "only that you 're a champion ov the
Churoh and entitled to laniency. So," says he, "as the
liquor's come, let it stay. And, in troth, I'm curi's
myself," says he, getting mighty soft when he found
the delightful smell ov the putteen, "in inwistigating
the composition ov distilled liquors; it's a branch ov
natural philosophy," says he, taking up the bottle and
putting it to his blessed nose.

Ah! my dear, the very first snuff he got ov it, he
cried out, the dear man, "Blessed Vargin, but it has the
divine smell!" and crossed himself and the bottle half
a dozen times running.

"Well, sure enough, it's the blessed liquor now,"
says his Riv'rence, "and so there can be no harm any
way in mixing a dandy of punch; and," says he, stirring
up the materi'ls wid his goolden meeddlar, — for every-
thing at the Pope's table, to the very shcrew for draw-



ing the corks, was ov vergiii goold — "if I might make
boold," says he, "to spake on so deep a subjic afore
your HoHness, I think it 'ud considherably whacllate
the inwestigation ov its chemisthry and phwarma-
ceutics, if you'd jist thry the laste sup ov it inwardly."

"Well, then, suppose I do make the same expiri-
ment," says the Pope, in a much more condescinding
way nor you'd have expected, — and wid that he mixes
himself a real stiflf facer.

"Now, your Holiness," says Father Tom, "this bein'
the first time you ever dispinsed them chymicals," says
he, "I'll jist make bould to lay doun one rule ov or-
thography," says he, "for conwhounding them, secun-
dum mortem."

"What's that?" says the Pope.

"Put in the sperits first," says his Riv'rence; "and
then put in the sugar; and remember, every dhrop ov
wather you put in after that, spoils the punch."

"Glory be to God!" says the Pope, not minding a
word Father Tom was saying. "Glory be to God!"
says he, smacking his lips. "I never knewn what
dhrink was afore," says he. "It bates the Lachrymal-
chrystal out ov the face!" says he, — "it's Necthar itself,
it is, so it is!" says he, wiping his epistolical mouth wid
the cuflf ov his coat.

" 'Pon my secret honor," says his Riv'rence, "I'm
raally glad to see your Holiness set so much to your
satiswhaction; especially," says he, "as, for fear ov
accidents, I tuck the liberty of fetching the fellow ov
that small vesshel," says he, "in my other coat-pocket.
So devil a fear of our running dhry till the but-end ov
the evening, anyhow," says he.

"Dhraw your stool into the fire, Misther Maguire,"
says the Pope, "for faix," says he, "I'm bent on ani-
lizing the metaphwysics ov this phinomenon. Come,



man alive, clear oflf," says he, "you're not dhrinking
at all."

"Is it dhrink?" says his Riv'rence; ''by Gorra, your
Holiness," says he, "I'd dhrink wid you till the cows
'ud be coming home in the morning."

So wid that they tackled to, to the second fugil
apiece, and fell into a larned discourse.

But it's time for me now to be off to the lecthir at
the Boord. O, my sorra light upon you, Docther
Whately, wid your p'litical econimy and your hyderas-
tatics! What the diznd use has a poor hedge-masther
like me wid sich deep laming as is only fit for the likes
ov them two I left over their second tumbler? How-
andiver, wishing I was like them, in regard ov the sup
ov dhrink, anyhow, I must brake off my norration for
the prisint; but when I see you again, I'll tell you how
Father Tom made a hare ov the Pope that evening,
both in theology and the cube root.




Well, the lecther's over, and I'm kilt out and out.
My bitther curse be upon the man that invinted the
same Boord! I thought onc't I'd fadomed the say ov
throuble; and that was when I got through fractions at
ould Mat Kavanagh's school, in Firdramore, — God be
good to poor Mat's sowl, though he did deny the cause
the day he suffered! but its fluxions itself we're set to
bottom now, sink or shwim! May I never die if my
head isn't as through other as anything wid their ordi-
nals and cardinals, — and, begad, it's all nothing to the
econimy lecthir that I have to go to at two o'clock.
Howandiver, I mustn't forget that we left his Riv'rence
and his Holiness sitting fornenst one another in the
parlor ov the Vatican, jist afther mixing their second

When they had got well down into the same, they fell
as I was telling you, into learned discourse. For you
see, the Pope was curious to find out whether Father
Tom was the great theologinall that people said; and
says he, "Mister Maguire," says he, "what answer do
you make to the heretics when they quote them pas-
sidges agin thransubstantiation out ov the Fathers?"
says he.

"Why," says his Riv'rence, "as there is no sich pas-

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