"All this he saw, for one moment breathless and intense, vivid on the morning sky; and still, as he looked, he lived; and still, as he lived, he wondered."
Part Three of Eight. The main body of the instrument consisted of a wooden box in which the four above-named mirrors were placed so as to face each other, and to the box was attached a telescope-tube. Thus a ray of light coming from an outside...
About a thousand feet below the summit of the Untersberg, and not very far from the top of one of its spurs, that reaches out into the valley through which runs the limpid stream coming from the renowned lake called the “Koenigsee,” there is a...
...continuing from last week, a story by Henrietta Dorothy Huskisson aka H.D. Everett, from "The Death-Mask and Other Ghosts". I did not like Dr. Vickers and his Italian lessons, and I had the impression Freda would have been better pleased by their intermission. On the third...
Who has ever occupied himself seriously with the investigation of the “night-side of Nature,” or studied the works of Theophrastus Paracelsus, and not become acquainted with the celebrated “Untersberg” (the “mountain of the lower world”) and its mysterious inhabitants, the fairies and gnomes? Like a...
...continuing from last week. After lunch Freda did not seem willing to go out again, so, as I was there to companion her, we both settled down to needlework and a book for alternate reading aloud. The reading, however, languished; when it came to Freda’s turn...
Must these eyes no more behold thee, Eurydice? Shall these arms no more enfold thee, Eurydice? Alas! in dreams I sometimes meet thee, As we met ere Hades’ portal Closed between us; and I greet thee, Call thee mine, and deem thee mortal, Eurydice! Call thee mine as, hand in hand, We wander by the...
The wintry wind sweeps down the plain, The larches bend like rushes, The frost makes pictures on the pane, The torrent wears an icy chain, The babbling streamlet hushes. The silent lake is frozen o'er, One solid flat from shore to shore, Where every sledge its progress tells With merriment of silver bells...
This is another story by the vastly underrated author known as H.D. Everett, born Henrietta Dorothy Huskisson, which I discovered while collecting stories for the Advent Calendar.. It's included in The Death-Mask and Other Ghosts, and it's perfect for a merfolk Monday. The story comes...
Edward Frederic Benson, known as E.F. Benson, was an English novelist, biographer, and memoirist born on July 24, 1867, in Wellington College, Berkshire. He passed away on February 29, 1940, in London. Benson is best remembered for his satirical novels and his humorous depictions of...
Another short story by Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell, following her famous “The Old Nurse’s Story” published a few days ago. This story appeared in the same collection. Sir Mark Crowley was the last baronet of his name, and it is now nearly a century since he died....
