I have often wondered if the world ever thinks of what becomes of the children of great criminals who expiate their crime on the ...

When the train drew up at the small station of Leyton Ferrers, which it did in the slowest and most lazy of fashions, two persons got ...

"The sea, the sea, the open sea; The blue, the fresh, the ever free," chanted the fresh and delicious voice of a young girl walking ...

Beautiful Golden Glenalvan stood by the willow-bordered lake and looked into its azure depths with a dreamy light in her pansy-blue ...

"Jack-we-li-ner!" A girlish head, "running over with curls," lifted itself from the long orchard grass, and listened—the slender, ...

"Hear the mellow wedding bells— Golden bells! What a world of happiness Their melody foretells!" "Hark! there's the wedding march." ...

Young Mrs. Fielding opened her dark, heavy-lidded eyes and gazed thoughtfully about the large, luxurious chamber, from which every ray ...

It was a cold night in early spring, and the West End streets were nearly deserted. The great shutters of the shops were being drawn ...

One summer’s evening a young man was tramping through the Forest of Warden. “Forest of Warden” sounds strange, old-fashioned, almost ...

Nobody ever goes to Portmaris; that is to say, nobody who is anybody. It lies—but no matter, ours shall not be the hand to ruin its ...

"She is coming—my own, my sweet; Were it ever so airy a tread, My heart would hear her and beat Had it lain for a century dead." A ...

"Man's importunity is God's opportunity." "O fair, O fine, O lot to be desired! Early and late my heart appeals to me, And says, 'O ...

In an easy chair of the spacious and handsome library of his townhouse, sat William, Earl of Mount Severn. His hair was gray, the ...

"It's so hard for working girls to get acquainted. They never meet a rich young man, and they don't want a poor one. It seems to me that ...

“Eight days I have haunted this beehive fought my way through the multitude, looked into tens of thousands of faces, and yet failed to ...

The sultry September day was drawing to a close, and as the sun went down, a dark thunder-cloud came slowly up from the west, muttering ...

“Guilty!” The deep, sonorous voice of the foreman of the jury sounded out upon the solemn stillness of the crowded courtroom like the ...

The morning mail for Merrivale had just arrived, and the postmaster was distributing the letters. Col. Rossiter, who lived in the large ...

The first, a small half-sheet, inclosed in a large thick envelope, and addressed in a childish, unformed hand to Mr. James Everard ...

It was in the “merry month” of May, the “beautiful harbinger of summer,” as the poets call it; and one of those charming east winds that ...