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 A LECTURE BY GEORGElILES. 
 Hackley School, Tanytown, N. Y., April 5, 1917. 
 
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A Lecture by George lies to Hockley School, April 5,1917. 
 
 When first I went to school, a good many years ago, an older 
 boy told me that "Robinson Crusoe" was the best book he had 
 ever read. That winter he lent me the volume, and I felt sorely 
 grieved when my father said that the work was mere fiction, that 
 there had never been any real Crusoe or his man Friday. Soon 
 afterward another schoolmate lent me Dana's 'Two Years Before 
 the Mast," but its truth did not stir me as did the marvellously 
 invented chapters of Defoe. And so my reading went on month 
 by month, year by year. As one of the youngest boys in our 
 class, I listened to what other boys said about books really worth 
 while. And thus, without planning it at all, I began to depend 
 upon better informed folk than myself in choosing my books, and 
 that practice became a habit useful to me ever since. To be sure, 
 my first counsellors in the school-yard varied a good deal in 
 knowledge and in soundness of judgment. I can remember a 
 dozen paltry romances, imitated from Cooper, that swept through 
 our school in a whirlwind of popularity, forerunning the Harka- 
 way series of a later day. And yet, in the main, so sensible was 
 the pilotage I enjoyed, that by the time I was fourteen or so I had 
 read Scott's "Guy Mannering" and "Quentin Durward"; Haw- 
 thorne's "House of the Seven Gables"; Cooper's "Last of the 
 Mohicans"; Dickens' "Oliver Twist" and "David Copperfield"; 
 Thackeray's "Henry Esmond" ; and that capital story of whaling 
 adventure, "Moby Dick," by Herman Melville. Even in those 
 distant days it was plain that boys find interest in the shelves 
 of grown-up folk. Indeed many of the books written for boys, 
 such as the Henty series, have a distinct flavor of milk and water, 
 with a good deal more water than milk. Incomparably better are 
 the novels of Scott and Cooper, Stevenson and Kipling, as keenly 
 relished by manly boys as by men who continue to be boys as 
 long as they live. 
 
 As the years of youth followed one another, my range in 
 fiction grew constantly a little wider. Where an author, as Walter 
 Scott, attracted me forcefully, I took up every book of his that 
 I could lay my hands on. I^F|i!@@@9@"^i^^^^c^s were added. 
 
'-' '^'*The Wardetx" ef Anthony Trollope opened the door to his Bar- 
 chester series, which I could now reread with pleasure. In due 
 time I came to Alexandre Dumas and Victor Hugo. I hope this 
 year to find time to take up once more "The Three Musketeers" 
 and ''The Toilers of the Sea." But after all novels are simply 
 the dessert of literature, and my shelves began to show a few 
 biographies and histories, three or four treatises of science, with 
 a little travel and exploration by way of change and refreshment. 
 In gathering these more solid books I drew upon the information 
 and good sense of men who knew literature by study, by com- 
 parison, by tests in teaching, and in writing for the press. Qne 
 of my advisers was a librarian of rare judgment and untiring 
 good will. I recall him today with a grateful heart. His library 
 would be deemed a small and poor collection in these times, but its 
 contents were well chosen, and my old friend was a tactful 
 adapter of books to readers. He was rewarded by seeing that 
 when lads become familiar with the best writing they are im- 
 patient with any other. Nobody who moves in Fifth Avenue 
 society cares to cultivate comrades on the Bowery or Fourteenth 
 Street. 
 
 An early discovery in our little northern library astonished 
 me. As a boy I had looked upon history and applied science witb 
 mingled awe and dislike. Books in those fields might do for 
 lawyers and doctors, clergymen and bank cashiers, but for boys, 
 no ! I found, to my delight, that Macaulay and Parkman, Tyndall, 
 Huxley and Bagehot were every whit as interesting as Hawthorne 
 and Poe. And there was, besides, the feeling that truth is truth, 
 while fiction is but its shadow. It was with quickened pulse that I 
 read the lives of James Watt, of George Stephenson, and of Charles 
 Goodyear. Long before I was twenty, the great inventors and 
 discoverers were my heroes, and my heroes they have remained. 
 When first I came under their spell my old friend, the librarian, 
 remarked that I was reading nothing but invention and discovery. 
 He did me a good service as he recommended ''a balanced ration" 
 in my books. I have never forgotten that counsel. In class-room 
 at school or college, chemistry may follow upon history, and com- 
 position upon either Latin or algebra, by turns giving exercise 
 and rest to widely different faculties of one's brain. There is like 
 profit in keeping together on one's table John Burroughs and 
 Francis Parkman, William James and John Muir. King David 
 
never was wiser than when he exclaimed, "0 sing unto the Lord 
 a neiv song !" In maintaining a due diversity in one's reading it 
 is well to consult a librarian of experience. He knows which are 
 the best books in each department, and a tour of every alcove may 
 discover in a young reader tastes for the drama, for bird-lore, or 
 aught else, which until then lay dormant in his brain. A librarian, 
 too, learns more than anybody else regarding the new books of 
 merit which constantly teem from the press. He hears comments 
 from the best read men and women in his town or city ; he weighs 
 and compares the leading reviews of books as they appear in 
 such a journal as the New York Nation; and he is usually able 
 to hand you the books he names, often with opportunities for com- 
 paring two or three with one another. A museum of natural his- 
 tory, a botanical garden, an aquarium, an art gallery, even a 
 cotton-mill, takes on new meaning and fresh allurement when one 
 has a thoroughly informed guide who wishes his visitors to share 
 his knowledge and enthusiasm. What has taken him years to learn 
 may be focussed into a single perambulation. So also when a 
 good library has its treasures unfolded by a custodian of mark. 
 He may display a gallery of Indian chiefs and medicine-men, such 
 as those pictured by Mr. Edward S. Curtis. Or, he opens a 
 superb collection of ballads, such as that of the late Professor 
 Child of Harvard. Or he may show us a portfolio of wildflowers, 
 aglow with every tint of summer ; and there and then an interest 
 is planted to yield harvests of cheer as long as we live. Indeed, 
 in the field of literature, as in every other field of life, our success 
 will largely turn upon our choice of guides and advisers. Every 
 large modern business proceeds step by step as its chieftains, whc 
 may be engineers, mechanics, chemists, physicists, builders or 
 salesmen, take full counsel with one another. In the high and 
 thorny road of citizenship our duty is often pivoted upon the care- 
 ful choice of leaders, whom we exchange for better leaders — if, 
 happily, these are to be found. 
 
 When men distinguished for knowledge, ability, and wisdom 
 are unanimous, we bow to their decisions. One such verdict is 
 that the Bible and Shakespeare are so supreme in merit, have so 
 profoundly colored human history, that they should be read by 
 one's twenty-first birthday and studied as long as we live. With 
 regard to these golden books there may be reluctance. Here it is 
 well to take advantage of occasions. Suppose we see Shakes- 
 
peare's ''Henry VIII," what time more fitting to read that play, 
 and then pass to a much greater work, ''Henry IV"? Then may 
 follow "Hamlet," "Macbeth," "Othello" and the other chief crea- 
 tions of our first dramatist. With respect to the Bible allow me 
 to repeat what can never be said too often : it is incomparably the 
 richest literary heritage of our race. In Isaiah, in the Psalms, in 
 the Gospels, in the letters of Saint Paul, are the master tones of 
 human eloquence. One cause of the primacy of English literature 
 is the familiarity of English-speaking nations with their Scrip- 
 tures. And how wide the gulf between the Bible itself and the best 
 writing by its students! John Bunyan has given us our only 
 allegory of human life. It holds but one parable, that of the man 
 with the muckrake, worthy to be read on the same day with "The 
 Ninety and Nine," "The Sower," and "The Prodigal Son." When 
 you get a Bible take the trouble to find an edition which includes 
 The Apochrypha. Its books, as remarkable as those of the Old 
 Testament, have fallen into unmerited neglect. Ecclesiasticus and 
 The Wisdom of Solomon are on the same high plane as the Book 
 of Proverbs. 
 
 If interest in Shakespeare may be stimulated by witnessing 
 one of his plays, interest in other books may be sown as we observe 
 the anniversaries of history, year by year. Lincoln Day has in- 
 cited many a young reader to take up a brief biography of the 
 martyred President. For reference, the ten volumes by his sec- 
 retaries. Hay and Nicolay, are indispensable. A single volume 
 has been condensed from this series of ten books. Not only his- 
 torical dates, but historical places, have their incitements for us. 
 One of the glories of American literature is Washington Irving. 
 Where may we read "The Sketchbook" with more zest than at 
 Tarrytown, the home of Irving, and still the home of his kindred, 
 two of whom have attended Hackley School? When the leaves, 
 all too few, of "The Sketchbook" have been turned, "Bracebridge 
 Hall" may come next, then "The Conquest of Granada," and, if 
 time permits, the Life of the author himself, which includes his 
 matchless letters, recounting his friendships with Walter Scott 
 and other illustrious men. And in such eventful days as those 
 through which we are now passing, biography and history receive 
 new and striking additions every twenty-four hours. Often the 
 recital of a great battle, such as that of the Marne; of such an 
 overturn as that of the Russian autocracy, leads us into a book 
 
alcove we had never entered before. Several leading public 
 libraries spread on their bulletin boards the chief occurrences of 
 each passing week, at home and abroad, naming such of their 
 books, reports, and articles as cast light upon them. Thus value 
 is conferred upon many a tome which otherwise would sleep in 
 unbroken rest. Much of the best writing on the European war 
 has appeared in magazines. None of this work is more worthy 
 of study than the proposals by Dr. Charles W. Eliot and others, 
 to assure a permanent peace when this conflict comes to an end. 
 Only in a public library, amply equipped, thoroughly indexed and 
 catalogued, may we follow this momentous discussion. 
 
 Librarians tell us that while the demand for biography and 
 history is increasing, poetry is seldom asked for, despite the 
 charm of modern verse, and its intimate reflection of modem 
 life. One reason is that poetry is bought rather than borrowed . 
 from libraries, like fiction. Another reason is that, as a rule, 
 poets write too much, and offer us their gems, as the stars m 
 heaven, decidedly far apart. Here anthologies proifer us both 
 chart and compass. At the outset of one's reading it is not feasible 
 even if it were desirable, to know the great poets from lid to lid. 
 The anthologies edited by Dana and by Bryant, though somewhat 
 time-worn, are still worth having. Small and recent collections, 
 which may tempt the timid beginner, have been brought together 
 by Miss Jessie B. Rittenhouse, Professor Lounsbury, and Edmund 
 Gosse. Comprehensive in its riches is the "Home Book of Verse" 
 edited by Professor Burton E. Stevenson. In his pages are well 
 chosen examples of Shakespeare and Milton, Wordsworth and 
 Tennyson. There, too, are representative pages from Dryden, 
 Pope, Cowper and other singers who might otherwise be mere 
 names to us. And here are lyrics by Sir Phillip Sidney, Andrew 
 Marvell, James Shirley, Blanco White, Henry David Thoreau, and 
 many another chorister who rose into the upper sky but once or 
 twice in a life-time. From such an ante-room he may pass at 
 will to the full round of any poet who commands our personal 
 allegiance, Keats or Poe, Browning or Emerson, let us say. 
 
 And now we may pass from poetry to a widely different 
 sphere, that of earning our daily bread. Wide and varied indeed 
 *<^ the l''tpr?»tiire of the livelihoods. When a definite trade or pro- 
 fession is being prepared for, and is duly entered upon, its books 
 must be wisely laid under contribution. Here one's choice is of 
 
moment as never before, so that there should be an access of care 
 in seeking advisers. An alumnus of this School is to plan chemical 
 works as their engineer. Another has adopted the metallurgy of 
 copper as his life-work. Agriculture has attracted a third pupil 
 of Hackley School, and a fourth is now an expert in fuel economy. 
 Their widely different books will be assembled in the light of 
 counsel from their teachers, with many a recent title worth heed- 
 ing from men in successful practice. And they will listen with 
 both ears to what is said by the men just a step or two ahead of 
 them, who stand nearest to them, and within arm's reach. A 
 guide ceases to be of any use when he strides so far ahead as to 
 be hidden by the curvature of the earth. Helpful books are sup- 
 plemented by periodicals of like quality. Electrical engineers 
 broaden and revise their information by the weekly advent of 
 "The Electrical World." With equal gain iron-smelters and steel- 
 workers turn the leaves of 'The Iron Age,'* to keep abreast of the 
 advances there set forth. All such journals review the current 
 books in their special provinces, engaging competent and trust- 
 worthy critics for the task. 
 
 Reviews of this stamp form a golden resource in a great 
 technical library, such as that of the Engineering Societies at 29 
 West 39th Street, New York. Here the librarian, Mr. W. P. 
 Cutter, renders aid to engineers not only in America, but through- 
 out the world. For a small fee he furnishes copies of chapters, 
 articles, reports, plans and illustrations, in any requested depart- 
 ment, as they appear. A huge camera turns out these copies in 
 fac simile. Think what it means to a copper smelter in Arizona, 
 a nickel miner in Northern Ontario, to have Mr. Cutter in a watch 
 tower for his behoof. And aid just as important is springing up 
 in another quarter. Among the leaders in American engineering 
 are Stone & Webster of Boston, who build and operate water- 
 works, power-plants, and the like. This corporation has a large, 
 carefully chosen library for its staff, with Mr. G. W. Lee as 
 librarian. He is organizing "sponsors'' to keep watch and ward 
 regarding specific subjects, reinforced concrete, the uses of electric 
 heat in metallurgy, and so on. These sponsors are to render ser- 
 vice as counsellors to librarians, or in giving information to in- 
 dividual inquirers. 
 
 In a field remote from engineering, that of American history, 
 the student has more rest and quiet than if his desk were m 
 
Thirty-ninth Street. As Daniel Webster said, ''the past at least 
 is secure," and the yearly additions to our annals seldom modify 
 our established traditions and our long accepted story of the birth 
 and growth, and the rebirth, of our Union. Here, then, is a tract 
 where the pilots are not liable to the supersedure constantly im- 
 minent in every zone of applied science. In 1902 the American 
 Library Association, at my instance, issued "The Literature of 
 American History," edited by the late Mr. J. N. Larned of Buffalo. 
 Its 4100 titles were brought together by forty scholars, each a 
 sound judge in his field, who gave every chosen book a brief note. 
 The more important departments, those of colonial times and the 
 Civil War, for example, are introduced by a page or two of gen- 
 eral and most helpful survey. This guide closes with three lists : 
 the first, very brief, is suitable for a school library; the second is 
 somewhat longer; the third is still fuller, comprising about five 
 hundred volumes, worthy to form a good working library. It 
 was my hope that supplements might continue this work year by 
 year. But the cost and toil of preparation forbade more than two 
 issues. Let us expect that in due time the American Library 
 Association will republish Mr. Larned's manual, brought down to 
 date, to be followed by annual supplements of like range and merit. 
 Then, with lessons of experience in mind, other fields of literature 
 may be attacked, so that with the least possible delay the best 
 available judgments on worth-while books may be placed at the 
 service of every reader and student in America. If so bold a pro- 
 gram gives us pause, minor departments of books may be adjudged 
 as opportunities arise. Early in 1916 Professor Clarence B. Thomp- 
 son of Harvard University, at my request, gave the American 
 Library Association a short list of works on Scientific Manage- 
 ment, with luminous notes. That list but adds to the homage paid 
 by engineers the world over to the memory of the late Frederick 
 Winslow Taylor. The authors convened by Professor Thompson 
 are first and chiefly Mr. Taylor, and then his disciples. 
 
 Insofar as we are disciples of Mr. Taylor we will cultivate 
 efficiency in reading as in all else that we do. But let us remember 
 that Mr. Taylor, one of the wisest men who ever lived, added to 
 the output of his workmen by giving them rest-periods ever and 
 anon. I dare say that here he took a leaf out of school practice, 
 and borrowed the ''recesses" so popular at Tarrytown. It is well 
 to be systematic in our choice and use of books. It is also well 
 
to leave the highways of letters from time to time, and wander at 
 will in their by-paths, seeking rest and refreshment. Before 
 the present war your veteran traveler saw Edinburgh, or Florence, 
 or Granada, so far as his guide-book instructed him. Then he 
 closed his Murray and took a stroll along roads and lanes un- 
 mapped and alluring. Thus he came upon a forsaken shrine, or 
 a workshop of mosaic, or he found a moss-grown sepulchre, not 
 set down in his itinerary. Habitual readers have days when they 
 shut their desks and haunt book stores, all the way from Mr. 
 Putnam's sumptuous premises to the dingy dens of lower Fourth 
 Avenue and Vesey Street. It was in Leary's famous bookery in 
 Philadelphia that I first came upon Hudson's "Naturalist on the 
 La Plata," the best book of its kind known to me. In the unlike- 
 liest corners of New York and London, Paris and Madrid, I have 
 found song-books and old plays worth their weight in platinum. 
 One whole winter I sought in vain a picture of a smoke-jack 
 turning a joint before a fire. Next May I went to Boston and, 
 of course, to Cornhill, where my quest came to an end in a mag- 
 azine grimy with years of neglect. Many another find awaits a 
 pilgrim in the sixties as he trudges, heedless of bumps, through 
 Ann Street and Fulton Street. There on a ten-cent tray is the 
 very edition of Scott that he read as a boy, with its notes at the 
 end of each volume. Besides: it is the original form of Holmes' 
 "Autocrat of the Breakfast Table," with its portraits of "the poor 
 relation" and "the young man called John," never reproduced. 
 And thus the Indian summer of life has joys all its own as one 
 rereads old favorites and compares impressions fifty years apart. 
 Thrice happy is he who early in life chooses a worthy theme 
 which he can pursue in highways and byways as long as he lives. 
 It may be the life of a national hero, as Lincoln ; of a great invent- 
 or, as Edison ; or it may be the story of his native town, Gibraltar, 
 Boston, or Plymouth-of the-pilgrimage. Or he may be drawn to 
 the unfolding panorama of photography in education, the advances 
 in wireless telegraphy and telephony. Or, if he be modest, he 
 may content himself with a study of that wonderful instrument, 
 the gyroscope, which supplants the mariner's compass, and anon 
 steadies a ship or an aeroplane in storm and tempest. As he 
 diligently adds to his notes, clippings and books; as these are 
 digested by faithful observation or experiment, he gradually rises 
 to the judicial bench which so well served him in earlier days. 
 
His delight now is, as well as he can, to hand the torch of knowl- 
 edge to beginners who stand to-day where he stood forty or fifty 
 years ago. 
 
 Whether we read as a duty, or for simple enjoyment, our 
 choice will turn upon the careers before us, and upon the make 
 of our individual minds. Students who take up law as their pro- 
 fession will read in alcoves far removed from those of Water 
 Supply, or Yellow Fever Prophylaxis. In our scant leisure most 
 of us would not be refreshed, but bored, by Montaigne, Browning, 
 or George Meredith. Yet there are men and women who esteem 
 these authors so highly that they commit their pages to memory, to 
 enjoy their daily companionship. With wide diversities of human 
 toil, of personal aptitudes and inabilities, are there any general 
 rules worth offering you this morning? 
 
 Yes. But please consider them as open to amendment every 
 day that you live and grow wiser. First of all it is well to know 
 the supremely great books upon which trustworthy critics, gener- 
 ation after generation, have. set their seals of approval. Beyond 
 that small nucleus, sketched in a list I have brought to you today, 
 stretch the thousands of books among which you must choose as 
 carefully as you can. In literature it is safe to begin with only the 
 famous books, preferring those which have come of age, whose 
 pages command reperusal for years after they left their 
 authors' desks. Many new books, treating themes of the day, or 
 otherwise working a popular vein of sentiment or satire, are every 
 year heralded with superlative praise. This praise does not im- 
 pose upon veterans of the market-place. They know that it is 
 too warm and too expensive to last long. A twelve-month hence 
 the claque will be blistering its palms before some new eclipser 
 of Tennyson and Lowell, Hawthorne and Holmes. 
 
 In science, let us read the latest books by competent men who 
 have a first-hand familiarity with their themes. Fortunately, in 
 our leading schools of medicine and chemistry, physics and en- 
 gineering, the teachers year by year embody their instruction in 
 manuals of authority, masterly in exposition. Out-of-date studies 
 of the carbon compounds, or of electrical transmission, are worth- 
 less except to the small class of historians who trace the develop- 
 ment of a science step by step. An epoch-making work, such as 
 Darwin's "Origin of Species," should be read from cover to cover 
 in preference to any book derived or abridged from its pages. 
 
There is always much gold in the wallet of such an explorer as 
 Darwin which slips through the clumsy fingers of compilers and 
 commentators. 
 
 It is well from time to time to draw up a short list of books to 
 be read, always in the light of the best counsel to be had. When 
 such a list is adhered to, it will bring its possessor the joy of accom- 
 plishment every year that he lives. During a twelve-month he 
 will survey, let us suppose, electrical progress in practice and 
 theory. Or, he may read the life and writings of Benjamin Frank- 
 lin, and understand the causes which led to the Revolution and to 
 the foundation of this Republic. There is an impassable gulf 
 between systematic reading of this kind, and desultory glancing 
 at pages of all sorts. A hasty perusal of newspapers, a few min- 
 utes now and then over a magazine, a taking up of the shallow, 
 ephemeral books forced upon one^s notice day by day, builds no 
 real knowledge, trains no genuine power of analysis or judgment. 
 But a reader who steadily sticks to James Russell Lowell, let us 
 say, through the evenings of a winter, has become intimate with 
 a great wit, a convincing critic, and a true poet. Henceforth 
 Lowell will stand among his friends and helpers. A handsome 
 recompense this for firm adhesion to a simple and alluring pur- 
 pose. Readers of this consecutive type are virtually explorers, 
 although they do not suspect it, and they receive the explorer's 
 reward. Stanley began every morning where he left off last 
 night; he explored Central Africa. The postman begins today 
 where he began yesterday — and renews acquaintance with Tomp- 
 kins Square. 
 
 As the world grows older, as men and women learn more, 
 the higher is heaped our wealth in printed pages. After we have 
 chosen our books, how shall we read them with most profit? It 
 is old and wise counsel that bids us read pencil in hand. When we 
 meet with a term we do not understand, "habeas corpus," for 
 instance, let us ascertain its meaning. How many of us knov* 
 where the cave of Adullam was, or how the stars and stripes came 
 into our national flag? To answer such queries we should have at 
 hand a few sterling works of reference. First, an English dic- 
 tionary, full enough to comprise foreign phrases in common use. 
 Second, a gazeteer, with large, clear maps. Third, a classical 
 dictionary. Next, the latest edition of Bartlett's Quotations, with 
 concordances to the Bible and Shakespeare. Many a question sends 
 
us to a foreign dictionary, an encyclopedia, or to "Who's Who in 
 America." These should be faithfully consulted. In the course 
 of years this habit of reference affords an amazing total of in- 
 formation, every item of it joined to a theme of vital interest. 
 And interest, after all, is the main impulse and promise as we 
 choose our books. 
 
 Fiction. 
 
 Blackmore, R. D. Loma Doone. 
 
 Bolderwood, Rolf. Robbery Under Arms. 
 
 Bunyan, John. Pilgrim's Progress. 
 
 Cable, George W. Doctor Sevier. 
 
 Clemens, S. L. Prince and Pauper. Tom Sawyer. Huckleberry 
 
 Finn. 
 Cooper, J. F. Deerslayer. Last of the Mohicans. Pathfinder. 
 
 Pioneers. 
 Craik, Mrs. Dinah Maria. John Halifax, Gentleman. 
 Crawford, F. Marion. Mr. Isaacs. Tale of a Lonely Parish. A 
 
 Roman Singer. 
 Defoe, Daniel. Robinson Crusoe. 
 Dana, Richard H. Two Years Before the Mast. 
 Deming, Philander. Adirondack Stories, 
 Dickens, Charles. David Copperfield. 
 Eggleston, Edward. Hoosier Schoolmaster. 
 Eliot, George. Silas Mamer. 
 Goldsmith, Oliver. Vicar of Wakefield. 
 Harris, Joel Chandler. Uncle Remus and His Friends. 
 Harte, Bret. Luck of Roaring Camp. 
 Hope, Anthony. Prisoner of Zenda. 
 Hawthorne, Nathaniel. Hoiise of the Seven Gables. 
 Holmes, O. W. Autocrat of the Breakfast Table. 
 Howells, W. D. Silas Lapham. Hazard of New Fortunes. 
 Irving, Washington. Sketchbook. Bracebridge Hall. Wolf erf s 
 
 Roost. 
 Kipling, Rudyard. Kim. 
 
 Melville, Herman. Typee. Omoo. Moby Dick. 
 Poe, Edgar Allan. Tales. 
 
 Russell, William Clark. Wreck of the Grosvenor. 
 Scott, Michael. Tom Cringle's Log. 
 
Scott, Walter. Quentin Durward. Ivanhoe. Heart of Midlo- 
 thian. 
 Stevenson, R. L. Treasure Island. Kidnapped. 
 Stockton, F. R. The Lady or the Tiger and other tales. 
 Stowe, Harriet Beecher. Uncle Tom's Cabin. 
 Thackeray, W. M. Esmond. 
 Wallace, Lewis. Ben Hur. 
 
 Biography. 
 
 Boswell, James. Samuel Johnson. 
 
 Hay, John, and Nicolay, John G. Abraham Lincoln (in one vol- 
 ume). 
 Franklin, Benjamin. Autobiography, edited by John Bigelow. 
 Lockhart, J. G. Walter Scott. 
 Miller, Hugh. My Schools and Schoolmasters. 
 
 Travel. 
 
 Darwin, Charles. Journal of Researches on ''The Beagle.*' 
 Hudson, W. H. Idle Days In Patagonia. The Naturalist on the 
 La Plata. 
 
 Essays. 
 
 Bacon, Sir Francis. 
 Emerson, R. W. 
 Lamb, Charles. 
 Lowell, James Russell. 
 Macaulay, Thomas B. 
 
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