720 XTF Search Results (f4-subject=fiction;f5-date=1798);f5-date%3D1798 Results for your query: f4-subject=fiction;f5-date=1798 Wed, 14 Jan 2009 12:00:00 GMT Extract from the 'Sky-Walk.'. Brown, Charles Brockden [In our last number notice was given of a New Work of Invention and Reflection, which is ready to be offered to public patronage. The nature of its design, the singularity of its title, the circumstance of its being written by a native citizen of Philadelphia, and of its being on the point of soliciting the encourage- ment of the public, have induced us, for the satisfaction of our readers, to solicit, from the author, the privilege of making an extract from his manuscript. Although unable to fix on any part capable of conveying a perfect idea of the whole, we trust the following may serve as a specimen of the work.] Tue, 24 Mar 1970 12:00:00 GMT A Lesson on Sensibility. Brown, Charles Brockden ARCHIBALD was a youth of very lively parts. His sensibility had be- come diseased by an assiduous study of those Romancers and Poets, who make love the basis of their fictions. He had scarcely grown up, when he contracted a passion for a woman, whose chief merit consisted in her beauty. A new object quickly suc- ceeded: Though he loved for a time with every appearance of ardour, it was perceived that his affections were easily transferred to a new object, and easily dissolved by absence. Love however, was his element: He could not exist without it. To sigh, to muse, to frame elegies, was the busi- ness of his life. Provided there was some object to receive his amorous devoirs, it seemed nearly indifferent what the real qualifications of the object were. Tue, 19 May 1970 12:00:00 GMT The Man at Home. No. I. Brown, Charles Brockden I KNOW not whether my pen will afford me any amusement in my present condition. I have been little accustomed to the use of it, but I have nothing else to do, and my pre- sent situation stands in need of being beguiled of its cares. I am without books, and am not permitted to leave my chamber. I have, therefore, no alternative. This, or nothing is my lot. I cannot consent to pass a life of inactivity. But what shall I write? There is something whimsical in this undertaking. For a man of my ha- bits, at the age of sixty, to sit down to the writing desk! Nothing would have been less expected a month ago, and nothing but the unfortunate cir- cumstances in which I am placed would reconcile me to it. Tue, 03 Feb 1970 12:00:00 GMT The Man at Home. No. II. Brown, Charles Brockden GO thy ways for an honest crea- ture. I cannot explain to thee, in an intelligible way, the true nature of my condition; or perhaps I might be disposed to gratify thy curiosity. I have no need to dread from thee any imputations on the honesty of my proceeding. Casuists have, long ago, settled that point. By casuists such as thou, it would never be brought into question. That action may be wrong, which law has thought proper to prohibit and punish. He that per- petrates it may be truly criminal. The action by which we incur punish- ment is unjust, but what is to be said of the means by which we elude the penalty? No doubt an highwayman is criminal, but after the commission of the deed, he endeavours to elude his pursuers. Do these endeavours enhance his guilt? When taken, and dungeon-doomed, and fettered, does duty restrain him from breaking his chains, and restoring himself, by the exertion of dexterity or strength, to liberty? Tue, 10 Feb 1970 12:00:00 GMT The Man at Home. No. III. Brown, Charles Brockden I AM sitting here employed in this way, from a notion that it is the only practicable employment: It is the only exercise, as I suppose, within my reach. This perhaps is an error. In one sense my sphere is a small one. My observation is limited to an area of twelve feet square; but surely it becomes me to examine every thing within this space. If it be small, the examination is proportionably easy. If our means are few, the motives seem to be enhanced for making the best use of them of which they are capable. Tue, 17 Feb 1970 12:00:00 GMT The Man at Home. No. IV. Brown, Charles Brockden I HAVE talked with Kate upon the subject of this chest. Her infor- mation, as I expected, is not very satisfactory. When she first applied for this house it was untenanted. Its recent inhabitants had been destroyed by the reigning malady. The scanty furniture that was possessed by them, had been partly sold by the landlord for the payment of arrears. The rest, such as beds and clothes, had been buried or burnt, on account of the in- fection which they were supposed to have imbibed. The seeming worth- lessness of this trunk, and the difficulty of removing it, had rescued it from the general wreck. In the terms which he made with Kate, the landlord al- lowed her to act, with regard to this piece of furniture, as she thought proper. Tue, 24 Feb 1970 12:00:00 GMT The Man at Home, No. IX. Brown, Charles Brockden MISS De Moivre did not fail to remind me of my promise when I next saw her. I repeated that the task which she assigned to me, was arduous. It was perhaps impossible to say what species of employment was most beneficial. Some might be mentioned from which unquestionable benefits would flow. It is worthy of a rational being to weigh with scru- pulous exactness; to chuse that only which is intrinsically preferable. This, however, is your own province, not mine. I will point out one method, and state the recommendations that belong to it. Judge you whether it outgoes in excellence all others. Tue, 31 Mar 1970 12:00:00 GMT The Man at Home. No. V. Brown, Charles Brockden BAXTER, after taking some re- freshment, retired to rest. In no long time, however, he was awakened by his wife, who desired him to notice a certain glimmering on the ceiling. It seemed the feeble and flitting ray of a distant and moving light, coming through the window. It did not proceed from the street, for the cham- ber was lighted from the side, and not from the front of the house. A lamp borne by a passenger, or the attendants of an hearse, could not be discovered in this situation. Besides, in the latter case, it would be accom- panied by the sound of the vehicle, and, probably, by weeping and ex- clamations of despair. His employ- ment, as the guardian of property, naturally suggested to him the idea of robbery. He started from his bed, and went to the window. Tue, 03 Mar 1970 12:00:00 GMT The Man at Home. No. VI. Brown, Charles Brockden PAGES have been filled with ideas suggested by a broom-stick. I have a volume, under that title, in my possession. The writer follows the train of ideas suggested by the sight of this useful instrument, and is led by it on many an instructive and amusing ramble. His speculations, indeed, are bound together by no other affinity than this. It is curious to observe what various and momen- tous themes take their rise in his un- derstanding, from this humble source. He first discusses the nature of that principle, by which the sight of a broom-stick is made productive of a series of thoughts in the mind. In the course of this speculation he raises a scheme of his own on the ruins of that system which changes man into a pair of bag-pipes, and makes out the contexture of his body to be nothing more than a congeries of fiddle-strings. He endeavours to prove, that the hand is lifted and planets impelled by the same power, and that this power is thought. Having settled this point, he proceeds to describe the thoughts t... Tue, 10 Mar 1970 12:00:00 GMT The Man at Home. No. VII. Brown, Charles Brockden I AM disappointed, though the cha- grin of disappointment has perhaps been justly incurred by me, since my expectations were set on irrational foundations. I have opened, and find —nothing! I will take, however, a child's vengeance on the cause of my vexation. I will hew the chest to pieces, and convert the fragments into fuel. Henceforth it shall be my busi- ness to forget it. Tue, 17 Mar 1970 12:00:00 GMT The Man at Home. No. VIII. Brown, Charles Brockden WELL, old as I am, I find I am reserved for an extraordinary fate. “Nil desperandum” was ever my motto; and yet, in the present case, I suffered appearances to snatch it from me. For a time, I thought my search was at an end—that the trunk was useless for any purpose but that of kindling a blaze. When black Will came to cut my wood, I desired my good woman to bring me up his axe for three minutes, and I proceeded to break up the chest. It is nothing, thought I, but useless lumber. Tue, 24 Mar 1970 12:00:00 GMT The Man at Home, No. X. Brown, Charles Brockden THE second period of Miss De Moivre's life was still more worthy to be exhibited. She was now become a woman, and was preparing to return to her father, when a letter from him informed her of a change in his plans. He was considerably capricious, and had roamed about so much, that he found it impossible to remain long in one place. Add to this, a sudden scheme that occurred to him of ex- ploring the southern side of mount Jura, as a botanist. Every thing must yield to the gratification of his darling passion. He immediately re- solved to sell his property in St. Do- mingo and return to France, and of this, timely information was received by his daughter. Tue, 07 Apr 1970 12:00:00 GMT The Man at Home, No. XI. Brown, Charles Brockden WHAT a series of calamities is the thread of human existence? I have heard of men who, though free themselves from any uncommon distress, were driven to suicide by reflecting on the misery of others. They employed their imagination in running over the catalogue of human woes, and were so affected by the spectacle, that they willingly resorted to death to shut it from their view. No doubt their minds were consti- tuted after a singular manner. We are generally prone, when objects chance to present to us their gloomy side, to change their position, till we hit upon the brightest of its aspects. Tue, 14 Apr 1970 12:00:00 GMT The Man at Home, No. XII. Brown, Charles Brockden IT is amusing to remark in what va- rious points of view the passion of love has been considered. I was lately perusing an author*, whose theory * Darwin's Zoonomia. Eratomania. had more novelty, and wore an air of greater paradox than I have hitherto met with. He is a physician who makes a threefold classification of diseases. The two first classes are fashioned on a new, but on no fantasti- cal model. If there be any truth in the customary distinctions, these are suf- ficiently within the province of the medical art. Many of the articles that constitute the third class have hitherto been assigned to the mo- ralist. This writer, however, very gravely arranges them in his cata- logue, annexes a technical descrip- tion, and prescribes the “modus medendi.” Tue, 21 Apr 1970 12:00:00 GMT The Man at Home, No. XIII. Brown, Charles Brockden TO be sure! Yet retire for a while: I shall not leap out of the window to escape you. I am weary of my present habitation, and should, in a few days, have put myself within your power. I have not the least objection to this visit, though, I must own, it was somewhat unex- pected. Tue, 28 Apr 1970 12:00:00 GMT A Series of Original Letters – Letter I. Brown, Charles Brockden THE series of original letters, enclo- sed, came by chance into my possession. I send them to you with permission to publish them, though without the con- currence of the writers. Their consent I have reason to believe would be given if it were asked; but the distance of their present abode, rendering that impossible, we must dispense with it. The only liberty I have taken is to substitute, in some cases, fictitious for real names. Tue, 21 Apr 1970 12:00:00 GMT A Series of Original Letters. – Letter II. Brown, Charles Brockden Burlington, May * 7, 1794. Tue, 28 Apr 1970 12:00:00 GMT A Series of Original Letters. – Letter III. Brown, Charles Brockden Philada. May 10, 1794. Tue, 28 Apr 1970 12:00:00 GMT A Series of Original Letters – Letter IX. Brown, Charles Brockden Philadelphia, May 30, 1794. Tue, 26 May 1970 12:00:00 GMT A Series of Original Letters. – Letter VI. Brown, Charles Brockden Burlington, May 21, 1794. Tue, 12 May 1970 12:00:00 GMT A Series of Original Letters. – Letter VII. Brown, Charles Brockden Philadelphia, May 25, 1794. Tue, 19 May 1970 12:00:00 GMT A Series of Original Letters. – Letter X. Brown, Charles Brockden Philadelphia, June 3d, 1794. Tue, 02 Jun 1970 12:00:00 GMT A Series of Original Letters [Nos. 4-5]. Brown, Charles Brockden Burlington, May 14, 1794. Tue, 05 May 1970 12:00:00 GMT Wieland; or The Transformation. An American Tale. Brown, Charles Brockden I Feel little reluctance in complying with your request. You know not fully the cause of my sorrows. You are a stranger to the depth of my distresses. Hence your efforts at consolation must necessarily fail. Yet the tale that I am going to tell is not intended as a claim upon your sympathy. In the midst of my despair, I do not disdain to con- tribute what little I can to the benefit of mankind. I acknowledge your right to be informed of the events that have lately happened in my family. Make what use of the tale you shall think proper. If it be communicated to the world, it will incul- cate the duty of avoiding deceit. It will exemplify the force of early impressions, and show the im- measurable evils that flow from an erroneous or imperfect discipline. Thu, 01 Jan 1970 12:00:00 GMT