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MATILDA JANE. “Come to me, my little gentleman,” said our hostess, lifting Bruno into her lap, “and tell me everything.” “I ca’n’t,” said Bruno. “There wouldn’t be time. Besides, I don’t know everyth
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MATILDA JANE. “Come to me, my little gentleman,” said our hostess, lifting Bruno into her lap, “and tell me everything.” “I ca’n’t,” said Bruno. “There wouldn’t be time. Besides, I don’t know everyth
LIFE OUT OF DEATH. The sound of kicking, or knocking, grew louder every moment: and at last a door opened somewhere nea…
THE BEGGAR’S RETURN. “Your Imperial Highnesses!” he began. “It’s the old Beggar again! Shall we set the dogs at him?” “…
THE PIG-TALE. By this time the appetites of the guests seemed to be nearly satisfied, and even Bruno had the resolutio…
THE BANQUET. “ Heaviness may endure for a night: but joy cometh in the morning. ” The next day found me quite another b…
THE PROFESSOR’S LECTURE. “In Science—in fact, in most things—it is usually best to begin at the beginning . In some th…
GAMMON AND SPINACH. My landlady’s welcome had an extra heartiness about it: and though, with a rare delicacy of feeling…
A FAIRY-DUET. The year—what an eventful year it had been for me!—was drawing to a close, and the brief wintry day hardl…
A NEWSPAPER-CUTTING. EXTRACT FROM THE “FAYFIELD CHRONICLE.” Our readers will have followed with painful interest, the a…
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