Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine
The stage-scene has dropped. Settle yourselves, my good audience; chat each with his neighbour. Dear madam in the boxes, take up your opera-glass and look about you. Treat Tom and pretty Sal to some of those fine oranges, O thou happy-looking mother in the two-shilling gallery...
UNCLE JACK.--So you are positively going back to that smoky, fusty, old England, just when you are on your high road to a plumb. A plumb, sir, at least! They all say there is no...
7. SCENE II.How little time or disposition for anything like serious Thinking, or Reading, out of people's own profession or trade, in this Railway World! The busy-bodies of these rattling...
1. CHAPTER XCV.The stage-scene has dropped. Settle yourselves, my good audience; chat each with his neighbour. Dear madam in the boxes, take up your opera-glass and look about you. Treat Tom a...
4. CHAPTER XCVIII.He is gone! he has left a void in my existence. I had grown to love him so well; I had been so proud when men praised him. My love was a sort of self-love--I had looked upon him...
2. CHAPTER XCVI.It was night as Vivian and myself rode slowly home. Night in Australia! How impossible to describe its beauty! Heaven seems, in that new world, so much nearer to earth! Every st...
3. CHAPTER XCVII.The weeks and the months rolled on, and the replies to Vivian's letters came at last: I foreboded too well their purport. I knew that my father could not set himself in oppositi...
5. CHAPTER XCIX.A great change has occurred in our household. Guy's father is dead--his latter years cheered by the accounts of his son's steadiness and prosperity, and by the touching proofs t...