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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1859 edition. Excerpt: ... I Thus man has ever ceaselessly progressed, Sometimes by error cursed, yet sometimes blessed. As one by one, in nature's temple grand, New truths have been unfolded by that band Of noble followers that seek to know Whatever may be learned by them below; And each high priest that round her altars stand, Has left memorials dear to every land; And time inscribes upon her pillars iair, The deeds that were to them in life a care. From all these altars frank incense arise To God, the good, the holy, and the wise. For this is nature's aim, for this she lives, For this her countless benefits she gives To man. With liberal hand she gladly spreads Unnumbered beauties o'er each path he treads; That wandering through her sunlit bowers To contemplate her smiling fruits and flowers, His thoughts may rise from products of the sod To wonder at the goodness of his God. In this great worship place of man, (for where Should worship be more ardent or sincere ?) Comes not the fabled "music of the spheres,"' But gentler harmony of rolling years, As each falls with a solemn melody Into the ocean of eternity, And splashing in its waves, sends back a chime Of wisdom-freighted echoes to the shores of time! A. T. M. RINGS. Kung-ling-ling-a-ling 1 it was the door-bell that suddenly woke me from my reverie, and turned my thoughts into a new channel. From the cool icebergs and frozen plains of Dr. Kane's exploration, whither my roving fancy had flown, seeking to cheat me of the fiery heat of August, I was recalled by the tingling of the bell. "Ring away," cried I, bitterly; "you have done me an injury--you have deprived me of an estate in Dreamland--you have robbed me of the delicious freshness of the northern climate--ring, now--ring, your work is done--but may you...

By 1933, the Pennsylvania Railroad had been in existence for nearly ninety years. During this time, it had grown from a small line, struggling to build west from the state capital in Harrisburg, to the dominant transportation company in the United States. In Volume 2 of The Pennsylvania Railroad, Albert J. Churella continues his history of this giant of American transportation. At the beginning of the twentieth century, the Pennsylvania Railroad was the world's largest business corporation and the nation's most important railroad. By 1917, the Pennsylvania Railroad, like the nation itself, was confronting a very different world. The war that had consumed Europe since 1914 was about to engulf the United States. Amid unprecedented demand for transportation, the federal government undertook the management of the railroads, while new labor policies and new regulatory initiatives, coupled with a postwar recession, would challenge the company like never before. Only time would tell whether the years that followed would signal a new beginning for the Pennsylvania Railroad or the beginning of the end. The Pennsylvania Railroad: The Age of Limits, 1917–1933,represents an unparalleled look at the history, the personalities, and the technologies of this iconic American company in a period that marked the shift from building an empire to exploring the limits of their power.

There are a number of noteworthy articles in this issue of The Magazine. We are fortunate to feature some of the correspondence between two legends of crime fiction, Walter Satterthwait and Bill Crider, both of whom recently passed away. For those who knew Walter and Bill, or were just fans of their work, there is a touch of their personalities that comes through in these exchanges and, at least for a moment, gives us an opportunity to experience their unique voices just a little bit, just one more time. Jeff Vorzimmer, editor of last year’s The Best of Manhunt collection, tells us about Stephen Marlowe’s career in the piece leading into his story The Blonde at the Wheel. Jeff also contributed a story of his own and we’re happy to have this opportunity to showcase his many skills. We also have a couple of repeat appearances by writers who have appeared in previous issues. Arthur Klepchukov is back, as is John M. Floyd and John Shepphird. And with original stories by veterans like Josh Pachter and James O. Born, and newer offerings by Michael Cahlin, Steven Nester and Ken Luer, we’re showing the art of the crime fiction short story is still going strong. May it ever be so.