Harold Frederic: 53 books

Thessaly! Ten minutes for refreshments!” called out the brisk young colored porter, advancing up the aisle of the drawing-room car, whisk-broom in hand. “Change cahs foh Thanksgiving turkey andcranberry sauce,” he added, upon humorous after-thought, smiling broadly as he spoke, and chuckling...

The characters of this tale are Mr. and Mrs. Grundy and their three daughters, Mrs. Grundy's cynical brother Dudley, and the author who appears as the friend of the family. The scenes are placed amid Loudon fashionable society at dinners, receptions, etc., the story being evolved by a series of conversations on all sorts of up-to-date subjects, that are witty and amusing.

It was well on toward evening before this Third of July all at once made itself gloriously different from other days in my mind. There was a very long afternoon, I remember, hot and overcast, with continual threats of rain, which never came to anything. The other boys were too excited about the morrow...

It may easily be that, during the many years which have come and gone since the eventful time of my childhood, Memory has played tricks upon me to the prejudice of Truth. I am indeed admonished of this by study of my son, for whose children in turn this tale is indited, and who is now able to remember...

Two of the four stories contained are founded on incidents of the American Civil War; these are entitled "The deserter" and "A day in the wilderness." The others are called "How Dickson came by his name " and " Where Avon in Severn flows." They are supposed...

The meeting of the man and the woman—it is to this that every story in the world goes back for its beginning. At noon on a day late in September the express train from Paris rested, panting and impatient, on its brief halt in the station at Rouen. The platform was covered with groups of passengers,...

A man tells of his life in the 1860's.  This is an unusual book with a very unusual ending.

A strong story of everyday life and one essentially American. Seth Fairchild's experience as a green country boy on a great city daily, of which he finally becomes the editor, is true to the life, and not without its lesson. Isabel," Seth's brother's wife," is the central figure of a love...

THE battle was over, and the victor remained on the field—sitting alone with the hurly-burly of his thoughts. His triumph was so sweeping and comprehensive as to be somewhat shapeless to the view. He had a sense of fascinated pain when he tried to define to himself what its limits would probably...

THE battle was over, and the victor remained on the field—sitting alone with the hurly-burly of his thoughts. His triumph was so sweeping and comprehensive as to be somewhat shapeless to the view. He had a sense of fascinated pain when he tried to define to himself what its limits would probably...

I suppose about the name there is no doubt. For sixty years we have followed that gifted gadabout and gossip, Heine, and called it Philistia. And yet, when one thinks of it, there may have been a mistake after all. Artemus Ward used to say that he had been able, with effort, to comprehend how it was...

The meeting of the man and the woman—it is to this that every story in the world goes back for its beginning. At noon on a day late in September the express train from Paris rested, panting and impatient, on its brief halt in the station at Rouen. The platform was covered with groups of passengers,...

It was the coldest morning of the winter, thus far, and winter is no joke on those northern tablelands, where the streams still run black in token of their forest origin, and old men remember how the deer used to be driven to their clearings for food, when the snow had piled itself breast high through...

It was on the night of my thirteenth birthday, I know, that the old farm-house was burned over our heads. By that reckoning I must have been six or seven when I went to live with Farmer Beech, because at the time he testified I had been with him half my life. Abner Beech had often been supervisor...