The Strand Magazine, Bind 16G. Newnes, 1898 |
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Side 20 - And only The Master shall praise us, and only The Master shall blame; And no one shall work for money, and no one shall work for fame, But each for the joy of the working, and each, in his separate star, Shall draw the Thing as he sees It for the God of Things as They are!
Side 207 - ... and the precious things put forth by the moon, and the chief things of the ancient mountains, and the precious things of the lasting hills, and the precious things of the earth and the fulness thereof.
Side 339 - These halls are connected by telephone with all the houses of the city whose people care to pay the small fee, and there are none, you may be sure, who do not. The corps of musicians attached to each hall is so large that, although no individual performer, or group of performers, has more than a brief part, each day's programme lasts through the twenty-four hours. There are on that card for today, as you will see if you observe closely, distinct programmes of four of these concerts, each of a different...
Side 620 - If all the world were apple pie, . And all the sea were ink, And all the trees were bread and cheese, What should we have to drink ?
Side 620 - The Battle of Waterloo happened to-day, about two million hours ago', or some line would have to be fixed where the change should take place, so that the inhabitants of one house would wake and say, 'Heigh-ho,3 Tuesday morning!
Side 620 - Now observe: the one which loses a minute a day has to lose twelve hours, or seven hundred and twenty minutes before it is right again, consequently it is only right once in two years, whereas the other is evidently right as often as the time it points to comes round, which happens twice a day. So you've contradicted yourself once. "Ah, but...
Side 620 - Which is better, a clock that is right only once a year, or a clock that is right twice every day? "The latter,
Side 627 - Hence the literal English of the passage is: "It was evening, and the smooth active badgers were scratching and boring holes in the hill-side: all unhappy were the parrots; and the grave turtles squeaked out.
Side 611 - ... against the wall, it raised the other, and drew its claws across the wire meshes beneath me. One sharp, white hook tore through my trousers — for I may mention that I was still in evening dress — and dug a furrow in my knee. It was not meant as an attack, but rather as an experiment, for upon my giving a sharp cry of pain he dropped down again, and springing lightly into the room, he began walking swiftly round it, looking up every now and again in my direction. For my part I shuffled backwards...
Side 610 - ... or more I held the thing motionless. I knew that he was straining with all his force upon the handle and that the leverage was sure to overcome me. I gave inch by inch, my feet sliding along the stones, and all the time I begged and prayed this inhuman monster to save me from this horrible death. I conjured him by his kinship. I reminded him that I was his guest; I begged to know what harm I had ever done him. His only answers were the tugs and jerks upon the handle, each of which, in spite of...