Robert Frederick Blum (1857-1903), American Lithographer and Watercolorist spent much of his time in Europe, but visited Japan in 1890 and spent three years there.

After the birth of her child, a nameless woman is sent away to a colonial mansion to deal with “nervous depression” and “hysterical tendency” at the behest of her husband. Commanded to bedrest and with nothing to occupy her mind but her journal, she records her growing obsession with the yellow wallpaper that lines her room and her eventual descent into madness as she tries to unlock the mystery of it.Gilman’s story is a true American classic and a feminist reflection on patriarcha...

'Beauty and the Beast' is a magical tale of love, understanding, and triumph. Late one night a merchant becomes lost in the woods and stumbles upon a seemingly deserted castle. Hungry and tired, he enters the castle and finds a feast laid out on a grand table. Finding no one else in the castle, he eats the food himself. In the morning as he leaves he finds a beautiful rose bush in the garden and picks a single flower for his daughter Belle. Suddenly a beast appears and tells him he must di...

In the Days of the Comet (1906) is a science fiction novel by H. G. Wells in which humanity is "exalted" when a comet causes "the nitrogen of the air, the old azote," to "change out of itself" and become "a respirable gas, differing indeed from oxygen, but helping and sustaining its action, a bath of strength and healing for nerve and brain."The result: "The great Change has come for evermore, happiness and beauty are our atmosphere, there is peace on earth and good will to all men....

More than 1,000,000 copies sold!Don'ts for Husbands is a facsimile of the original 1913 edition, containing hundreds of snippets of entertaining advice for a happy marriage. While some are quirkily of their time, and rich with fascinating insights into the history of relations between the sexes, many contain wisdom that rings true more than 100 years after they were written.Inside you can find advice on topics such as habits, jealousy, household ma...

Just as the clock strikes midnight and Halloween transitions into All Hallow's Day, a man enjoying the post-Halloween quiet in solitude on his front step beholds a most curious sight: a shrouded skeleton dragging a coffin down the street. The dead, the forgotten, have risen with the demand that something be done about the decrepit state of their neglected graveyard.Memento Mori: A Curious Nightmare is a moral tale dedicated to Mark Twain. An homage to the dark humour "A Cu...

A group of friends rent a rambling, reputedly haunted house for the winter — and, refusing to be frightened off, each claims a bedroom and a story to tell. What follows is vintage Dickens at his most playful and unsettling: comic asides sliding without warning into genuine dread, ghostly footsteps, and secrets no one quite wants to explain in daylight. Written as a Christmas number for his magazine and woven into Dickens's own frame narrative, The Haunted House is a masterclass in atmosphe...

pubOne.info thank you for your continued support and wish to present you this new edition. They look so dull and dowdy in the spring weather, when the snow drops and the crocuses are putting on their dainty frocks of white and mauve and yellow, and the baby-buds from every branch are peeping with bright eyes out on the world, and stretching forth soft little leaves toward the coming gladness of their lives. They stand apart, so cold and hard amid the stirring hope and joy that are throbbing a...

In those houses which are strictly double houses--that is, where the hall is in the middle--the fireplaces usually are on opposite sides; so that while one member of the household is warming himself at a fire built into a recess of the north wall, say another member, the former's own brother, perhaps, may be holding his feet to the blaze before a hearth in the south wall--the two thus fairly sitting back to back. Is this well? Be it put to any man who has a proper fraternal feeling. Has it...

When we said that we were going to Scheveningen, in the middle of September, the portier of the hotel at The Hague was sure we should be very cold, perhaps because we had suffered so much in his house already; and he was right, for the wind blew with a Dutch tenacity of purpose for a whole week, so that the guests thinly peopling the vast hostelry seemed to rustle through its chilly halls and corridors like so many autumn leaves. We were but a poor hundred at most where five hundred would not...