Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Vol. 70, No. 431, September 1851

The next morning Helen was very ill--so ill that, shortly after rising, she was forced to creep back to bed. Her frame shivered--her eyes were heavy--her hand burned like fire....

Typical Beauty. First, of Infinity, or the type of the Divine Incomprehensibility._--A boundless space will occur directly to the reader as a type of the infinite; perhaps it sh...

If I were to commence my story by stating, in the manner of the military biographers, that Jack Wilkinson was as brave a man as ever pushed a bayonet into the brisket of a Frenc...

"Not quite so bad as that, but very nearly. She has carried him off to her den; and what she may make of him there, it is quite impossible to predict."

"Dear friends and well-beloved brothers! I wish from the bottom of my heart that there was but one universal language, so that the general sentiments of love, equality, and frat...

"That, I think," said I, "is highly improbable. I rather imagine that he has refused to conform to some of the rules of the association, and has been committed to the custody of...

"What is courage?" said my uncle Roland, rousing himself from a reverie into which he had fallen after the Sixth Book in this history had been read to our family circle.

And with Burley there reeled in another man--a friend of his--a man who had been a wealthy trader and once well to do, but who, unluckily, had literary tastes, and was fond of h...

Suddenly one morning, as Leonard sate with Barley, a fashionable cabriolet, with a very handsome horse, stopped at the door--a loud knock--a quick step on the stairs, and Randal...

There appeared in the _Beehive_ certain very truculent political papers--papers very like the tracts in the Tinker's bag. Leonard did not heed them much, but they made far more...

One day three persons were standing before an old book-stall in a passage leading from Oxford Street into Tottenham Court Road. Two were gentlemen; the third, of the class and a...

Helen was seized with profound and anxious sadness. Leonard had been three or four times to see her, and each time she saw a change in him that excited all her fears. He seemed,...

Meanwhile, on leaving Helen, Burley strode on; and, as if by some better instinct, for he was unconscious of his own steps, he took the way towards the still green haunts of his...

Miss Starke was one of those ladies who pass their lives in the direst of all civil strife--war with their servants. She looked upon the members of that class as the unrelenting...

Then they went into a public house by the wayside. Burley demanded a private room, called for pen, ink, and paper; and, placing these implements before Leonard, said, "Write wha...

There was to be a considerable book-sale at a country house one day's journey from London. Mr Prickett meant to have attended it on his own behalf, and that of several gentlemen...

Nothing, perhaps, could have severed Leonard from Burley but Helen's return to his care. It was impossible for him, even had there been another room in the house vacant, (which...

Leonard had written twice to Mrs Fairfield, twice to Riccabocca, and once to Mr Dale; and the poor proud boy could not bear to betray his humiliation. He wrote as with cheerful...

Fine things were there in a fragmentary crude state, composed by Burley himself. At the end of a week they were dead and forgotten--never read by one man of education and taste;...

As the reader will expect, no trace of Burley could Leonard find: the humourist had ceased to communicate with the _Beehive_. But Leonard grieved for Burley's sake; and indeed,...