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Excerpt from The Century, Vol. 27: Illustrated Monthly Magazine; November 1883 to April 1884 The trumpet sounds a second time, and the door of the toril, the dark cage on wheels in which the bull is confined, is Opened, and the bull rushes out. He is also an amateur, a two-year-old, of good lineage like his tormen tors, but of imperfect development. He has been exasperated by confinement in a dark box, and pricked into a rage by an ornamented rosette of ribbons, which is fastened between his shoulders by spikes that have drawn blood. Astonished at first by the glare of light and the noisy welcome Of the assembly, he stands a moment confused, and then runs about the arena looking for some place of escape. He is a compact, clean-built, intrepid little fellow, and probably does not at first comprehend that this is a duel for life, without a Single chance for himself. He does not yet know that he is to be stabbed and pricked and baited for an hour for the amusement of these gracious, applauding ladies, and then butch ered, to give them a holiday sensation. He does not know how unequal the fight is to be. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

Excerpt from The Century Illustrated Monthly Magazine, Vol. 29: November 1884 to April 1885 For all that, Mr. Fitzgerald's own version affords quite sufficient excuse for any one to read into Omar's Rubaiyat an interpretation which would make a mask Where Mr. Fitz gerald sees a face, and a face where he sees a mask. Indeed, one may safely question his own or his neighbor's western way of reading an Oriental poem, and accept the possibility that they are all merely using an antique coin as an instrument of exchange. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

Excerpt from The Century Illustrated Monthly Magazine, Vol. 55: November, 1897, to April, 1898 ET us walk on past the great cedar to the little green door which opens into the lane near the bridge. Tennyson passed this way very often to Dimbola, the house of his restless friend and neighbor, Mrs. Cameron, which stands by the roadside some half the way from Fartingford to the sea. In the days between 1860 and 1878, when the Camerons left for Ceylon, Mrs. Cameron was almost as famous and well-known a figure in Freshwater as Tennyson himself. Quick impulse immediately acted upon was the prevailing note in a character of singular charm, and Dimbola, her Freshwater home, reflects many of the characteristics of its late owner. Freshwater, when She first came to it, could not boast of many large houses a replete with every modern comfort I); but Mrs. Cameron, having resolved to settle there, solved the problem of house accom modation with rapid originality. A certain sailor named Jacob Long owned two cottages with a View from their bay-windows not ex celled by any in Freshwater, and these Mrs. Cameron purchased, converting them into a commodious, if somewhat Singular, mansion by uniting them with a castellated center hall, and naming the united structure after a property in Ceylon. But a long course of building still laybefore Jacob Long's cottages. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.