Wilson’s Carpentry and Joinery. E-book. Formato PDF John Wilson   -  Forgotten Books, 2017  - 

N issuing the loth thousand in so short a time from the issue of the first thousand, the author feels that he need not say anything in praise of his endeavours to assist those who are anxious to secure a sound technical, as well as practical, education in this important branch of labour. He has Spared no pains to make the letterpress and plates as explicit in substance, and neat in appearance as possible in a book published at so low a price — whilst the knowledge gained, not only from theory and long study, but also from many years' of practical labour in the subjects of which the book treats, enables him to recommend it with confidence to all who are endeavouring to become theoretically or practically proficient in the work.

Lectures on Our Israelitish Origin. E-book. Formato PDF John Wilson   -  Forgotten Books, 2017  - 

The following lectures are intended to prove that the God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob, who is verily a God of truth, is fulfilling His Word with regard to the multitudinous seed, the many nations to come of the house Of Ephraim, as truly as He has accomplished His purpose in giv ing the One seed Christ to come of the house of Judah. These nations have, from the beginning, been in a state of training for their high and important destiny that of showing forth the praise of Jehovah, who is the God Of nature and of providence as well as Of redemption, and whose wondrous wisdom is manifest in all.

Memoirs of a Great Detective: Incidents in the Life of John Wilson Murray. E-book. Formato PDF John Wilson Murray   -  Forgotten Books, 2017  - 

IN a tangled swamp on a farm near Galt, in the county of Waterloo, Province of Ontario, Canada, in August 1897, searchers were hunting for the body of a farmer's wife. She had disappeared, and blood by the wood pile and near the house told Of a crime and the hiding of the body. One of the party beating the swamp came upon a half-dug grave. He kept silence as to his discovery, and, when night fell, he secreted himself in the thick brush near the grave and waited, in the faint hope that the murderer would return and finish his task, perchance bringing the body with him. It was bright moonlight overhead. In the thicket of the swamp all was gloom, save for a broken filtering of pale light Where the underbrush and tall briar had been thinned out. It was a lonely, dismal place. An owl's wailing and the swamp-frog's croaking were the only sounds. The hours passed. Midnight came and went. Not even a lizard appeared by the grave. The watcher was about to creep closer and ease his limbs, when a rustle sounded in the brush, a noise like the Wind swishing a bush. It ceased, then came again, then all was still. Suddenly, on the Side of the grave farthest from the watcher, a figure crept swiftly out Of the thicket and stood erect.