POLITICS OF AMERICAN AUTHORS
By William Dean Howells No thornier theme could well be suggested than I was once…
FROM NEW YORK INTO NEW ENGLAND
By William Dean Howell There is, of course, almost a world’s difference between England and…
FLOATING DOWN THE RIVER ON THE O-HI-O
By William Dean Howells There was not much promise of pleasure in the sodden afternoon…
CHRISTMAS EVERY DAY.
By William Dean Howell The little girl came into her papa’s study, as she always…
AT THE SIGN OF THE SAVAGE.
By William Dean Howells As they bowled along in the deliberate German express train through…
AT A DIME MUSEUM
By William Dean Howells “I see,” said my friend, “that you have been writing a…
AMERICAN LITERATURE IN EXILE
By Willam Dean Howells A recently lecturing Englishman is reported to have noted the unenviable…
AESTHETIC NEW YORK FIFTY-ODD YEARS AGO
By William Dean Howells A study of New York civilization in 1849 has lately come…
A SHE HAMLET
By William Dean Howells The other night as I sat before the curtain of the…
A CIRCUS IN THE SUBURBS
By William Dean Howells We dwellers in cities and large towns, if we are well-to-do,…