Originally published in 1883. This volume from the Cornell University Library's print collections was scanned on an APT BookScan and converted to JPG 2000 format by Kirtas Technologies. All titles scanned cover to cover and pages may include marks notations and other marginalia present in the original volume.
Originally published in 1897. This volume from the Cornell University Library's print collections was scanned on an APT BookScan and converted to JPG 2000 format by Kirtas Technologies. All titles scanned cover to cover and pages may include marks notations and other marginalia present in the original volume.
Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: ON DESCENDING INTO HELL : A Protest Against Over-legislation In Matters Literary. ' Tell me, where is the place that men call Hell ? Meph.Under the heavens. Faust.Ay, so are all things else; but whereabouts 1 Meph.Within the bowels of these Elements Where we are tortured and remain for ever. Hell has no limits, nor is circumscribed In one self place : but where we are is Hell; And where Hell is, there must we ever be And, to be short, when all the world dissolves, And every creature shall be purified, All places shall be Hell that are not Heaven. Faust.I think Hell is a fable. Meph.Ah ! think so still, till experience change thy mind.' Marlowe's Faustus. ON DESCENDING INTO HELL. To the Right Hon. Henry Matthews, Home Secretary. Right Hon. Sir, You are, I understand, a Roman Catholic; I am a Catholic plus an eclectic. I have the highest respect for the creed in which you believe, since it is perhaps the most logically constructed of all human creeds ; but while I admire the logic I do not admit all the premises, and cannot consequently follow you to all its conclusions. Is it too much to hope, however, that even Roman Catholicism has shared the fate of other beliefs, and been shorn of many of its imperfections ? Its history represents it as at once the friend of literature, and literature's mortal enemy ; it has preserved for us much that is precious, together with many husks of uncleanliness which might have been more wisely destroyed, and it has formulated the Index, before which, from generation to generation, Free Thought has trembled. It washed the sin-stained robes of St. A.ugustine with one hand, and it burned Giordano Bruno with the other. All that is over, and justnow, in the eighty-ninth year of this centur...
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Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: CHAPTER III. ENTER ANDROMEDA. At first, of course, Bufton thought that his friend was merely romancing, in the light-hearted manner of youth. To convince him that this was not the case, the young man described his adventure fully, expatiating on all the details. ' You'd been dining, youngster,' observed Bufton, when he had heard everything. ' My dear Billy, I'd only had a pint of bitter ale, and I was as sober as a judge. I saw exactly what I have described, and am entirely at a loss what to make of it. Save for the circumstance of the boat, I should be inclined to think that the whole thing was supernatural; but goddesses and water-spirits don't go about in boats, and I'm convinced that what I saw was flesh and blood.' ' Rum affair,' muttered Bufton, ' if you're not lying.' ' I'm telling you the simple truth. Who the deuce could the person have been ?' ' Young bargee, perhaps, having a bath by moonlight.' ' Absurd!' cried Somerset indignantly. ' I tell you it was a woman.' ' Female labourer from one of the marsh farms, having her annual wash!' ' There are no farms in that direction and no females. It's the most desolate and out-of-the- way part of all the island. Suppose we call in old Endell and consult him? He may be able to explain matters.' ' Endell's busy,' said Bufton, nodding his head towards the room-door, through which there came the murmur of loud laughter and gruff voices. A party of men from Gravesend had landed from a barge, and, joined by some fishermen from Leigh, was thronging the tap-room which adjoined the bar. ' I should keep Endell out of it for the present,' continued Bufton. ' He'll only think we're chaffing, as usual. Wait till morning, youngster ; your wits will be clearer, and we may hear something.' So it was decide...
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