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William Howells

PoemsWilliam D. Howells Poems THE PILOT’S STORY I It was a story the pilot told, with his back to his hearers,–Keeping his hand on the wheel and his eye on the globe of the jack-staff,Holding the boat to the shore and out of the sweep of the current,Lightly turning aside for the heavy logs of the...

A Likely StoryWilliam Dean Howells A Likely Story I MR. AND MRS. WILLIS CAMPBELL Mrs. Campbell: "Now this, I think, is the most exciting part of the whole affair, and the pleasantest." She is seated at breakfast in her cottage at Summering-by-the-Sea. A heap of letters of various stylish shapes, ...

Evening DressHowells William Dean Evening Dress Farce I Mrs. Edward Roberts: "Now, my dear, Amy and I will get there early, so as to make up for your coming a little late, but you must be there for the last half, at least. I would excuse you altogether if I could, for I know you must be dead tire...

Imaginary InterviewsW. D. Howells Imaginary Interviews IMAGINARY INTERVIEWS I THE RESTORATION OF THE EASY CHAIR BY WAY OF INTRODUCTION It is not generally known that after forty-two years of constant use the aged and honored movable which now again finds itself put back in its old place in the re...

The Daughter of the StorageThe Daughter of the Storage / And Other Things in Prose and Verse THE DAUGHTER OF THE STORAGE I They were getting some of their things out to send into the country, and Forsyth had left his work to help his wife look them over and decide which to take and which to leave...

Years of My YouthWilliam Dean Howells Years of My Youth I IT is hard to know the child’s own earliest recollections from the things it has been told of itself by those with whom its life began. They remember for it the past which it afterward seems to remember for itself; the wavering outline of ...

The Quality of MercyThe Quality of Mercy PART FIRST I Northwick's man met him at the station with the cutter. The train was a little late, and Elbridge was a little early; after a few moments of formal waiting, he began to walk the clipped horses up and down the street. As they walked they sent t...

A Boy's TownHowells William Dean A Boy's Town I. EARLIEST EXPERIENCES I call it a Boy's Town because I wish it to appear to the reader as a town appears to a boy from his third to his eleventh year, when he seldom, if ever, catches a glimpse of life much higher than the middle of a man, and has t...

A Counterfeit Presentment; and, The Parlour CarWilliam Dean Howells A Counterfeit Presentment; and, The Parlour Car I. AN EXTRAORDINARY RESEMBLANCE. A COUNTERFEIT PRESENTMENT (The Scene is always in the Parlour of the Ponkwasset Hotel.)IBartlett and CummingsON a lovely day in September, at that s...

A Confession of St. AugustineWilliam Dean Howells A Confession of St. Augustine PART I WHEN we drove from the station up into the town, in the March of our first sojourn, and saw the palmettoes all along the streets, among the dim live-oaks and the shining magnolias, our doubting hearts lifted, a...