Marie Corelli

Uit Het Engelsch Vertaald door Louise Stratenus. 'S Gravenhage s/f. Blankwaardt and Schoonhoven. 380 pp. Piel. Lomo deslucido. Bonita encuadernación con dorados. Cantos dorados. 20 x 16. En Holandes.

Short excerpt: But towards midnight a Voice suddenly arose as it were like a wind in the desert crying aloud: "Araxes! Araxes!" and wailing past sank with a profound echo into the deep recesses of the vast Egyptian tomb.

in The Gospels of The only Divine Friend this world has ever had or ever will have, we read of a Voice, a 'Voice in The Wilderness.' There have been thousands of such Voices;-most of Them ineffectual. All through The world's history Their echoes form a part of The universal record, and from The very beginning of time They have sounded forth Thei...

The old by-road went rambling down into a dell of deep green shadow. It was a reprobate of a road,-a vagrant of the land,- having long ago wandered out of straight and even courses and taken to meandering aimlessly into many ruts and furrows under arching trees, which in wet weather poured their weight of dripping rain upon it and made it little...

All the bells were ringing the Angelus. The sun was sinking;-and from the many quaint and beautiful grey towers which crown the ancient city of Rouen, the sacred chime pealed forth melodiously, floating with sweet and variable tone far up into the warm autumnal air. Market women returning to their cottage homes after a long day's chaffering disp...

A HEAVY storm had raged all day on the north coast of Devon. Summer had worn the garb of winter in a freakish fit of mockery and masquerade; and even among the sheltered orchards of the deeply-embowered valley of Combmartin, many a tough and gnarled branch of many a sturdy apple-tree laden with reddening fruit, had been beaten to the ground by t...

It seemed to be the general opinion that the country wanted rain. Meaning by the country the half-dozen of us who were gathered together in the billiard-room at Heath Hall smoking, playing pool, and talking cricket shop, with particular reference to the match which would come to an end on the following day. It was, indeed, a most solemn and impo...

On the cheek of the stout man who reclined in the barbers chair there still lingered a small patch of unreclaimed jungle. Lancelot Purvis removed this with his gleaming razor, and, stepping back, surveyed his handiwork with silent satisfaction; for he was a conscientious barber and took a pleasure in making a good job of it. He now produced a st...

We live in an age of universal inquiry, ergo of universal scepticism. The prophecies of the poet, the dreams of the philosopher and scientist, are being daily realized-things formerly considered mere fairy-tales have become facts-yet, in spite of the marvels of learning and science that are hourly accomplished among us, the attitude of mankind i...