Once upon a time in the old, old days there were two brothers, one of whom was rich and the other poor. When Christmas Eve came the poor brother had not a morsel in the house, neither of meat nor bread; and so he went to his rich brother and asked for a trifle for [...]
Mankind, says a Chinese manuscript, which my friend M. was obliging enough to read and explain to me, for the first seventy thousand ages ate their meat raw, clawing or biting it from the living animal, just as they do in Abyssinia to this day. This period is not obscurely hinted at by their great [...]
LONG, long ago there was a funny old woman, who liked to laugh and to make dumplings of rice-flour.
One day, while she was preparing some dumplings for dinner, she let one fall; and it rolled into a hole in the earthen floor of her little kitchen and disappeared. The old woman tried to reach it [...]
A Long time ago, at a temple called Morinji, in the province of Joshiu, there was an old tea-kettle. One day, when the priest of the temple was about to hang it over the hearth to boil the water for his tea, to his amazement, the kettle all of a sudden put forth the head [...]
There are in the Tyrol large lakes surrounded by forests whose trees rise to heaven and are mirrored in the blue depths below. Trees and waters rustle so strangely and uncannily that a wondrous feeling steals over him who wanders there in solitude. By the shore of such a lake stood the hut of a [...]
It might have been two o’clock in the morning. The candle, unsnuffed, was guttering. The fire was nearly out.
My friend Théodore, leaning on the table with a truly bacchic unconcern, was smoking a short black pipe, nobly blackened, a veritable cutty-pipe, calculated to wake envy in a corporal of the Old Guard.
Now and then he [...]
It was on the twentieth of December last that I received an invitation from my friend, Mr. Phiggins, to dine with him in Mark Lane, on Christmas Day. I had several reasons for declining this proposition. The first was that Mr. P. makes it a rule, at all these festivals, to empty the entire contents [...]
One morning in June, on opening the window, I received a puff of fresh air in the face. There had been a violent storm during the night. The sky looked like new, as if the shower had scoured it in its remotest corners. The roofs and trees, the top branches of which I could perceive [...]
SOME few words about dinners, my dear friend, I know your benevolent mind will expect. A man who comes to Paris without directing his mind to dinners, is like a fellow who travels to Athens without caring to inspect ruins, or an individual who goes to the Opera, and misses Jenny Lind’s singing. No, I [...]
I was going nowhere in particular. I was merely taking a stroll after dinner. I passed the Lyonnais Bank, the Rue Vivienne, and other streets besides. Suddenly I halted before a half-empty beer-palace. With no special object in view— for I was not thirsty—I went in.
Casting a glance about for a comfortable place, I took [...]