Category: Biographies
In 1837 Lord Melbourne was Prime Minister--the handsomest, the most cultivated, the most courteous gentleman that ever figured in a Royal Court. For his young mistress he had a loyal love, whilst she, young and inexperienced, naturally turned to him as her guide, philosopher a...
In 1837 Lord Melbourne was Prime Minister--the handsomest, the most cultivated, the most courteous gentleman that ever figured in a Royal Court. For his young mistress he had a...
8. CHAPTER VIII.I drifted into literature when I was a boy. I always felt that I would like to be an author, and, arrived at man's estate, it seemed to me easier to reach the public mind by the...
7. CHAPTER VII.In due time--that is when I was about sixteen years old--I made my way to London, a city as deadly, as dreary as can well be conceived, in spite of the wonderful Cathedral of St...
9. CHAPTER IX.In 1849 I lived at Cardiff. I had come there to edit _The Principality_, a paper started, I believe, by Mr. David Evans, a good sort of man, who had made a little money, which,...
11. CHAPTER XI.I doubt whether the cynical old poet who wrote "The Pleasures of Memory," would have included in that category the recollections of the famous preachers whom he might have heard...
4. CHAPTER IV.It was wonderful the utter stagnation of the village. The chapel was the only centre of intellectual life; next to that was the alehouse, whither some of the conscript fathers r...
2. CHAPTER II.Long, long before John Forster wrote to recommend everyone to write memoirs of himself it had become the fashion to do so. "That celebrated orator," writes Dr. Edmund Calamy, on...
10. CHAPTER X.One national movement in which I took a prominent part was the formation of freehold land societies, which commenced somewhere about 1850, and at which _The Times_, after its ma...
3. CHAPTER III.In recalling old times let me begin with the weather, a matter of supreme importance in country life--the first thing of which an Englishman speaks, the last thing he thinks of...
13. CHAPTER XIII.It is the penalty of old age to lose all our friends and acquaintances, but fortunately our hold on earth weakens as the end of life draws near. In an active life, we see much o...
15. CHAPTER XV.At length I am in the home of the free, where all men are equal, where O'Donovan Rossa may seek to blast the glories of a thousand years, where a Henry George may pave the way f...
5. CHAPTER V.In the good old city of Norwich. I passed a year as an apprentice, in what was then known as London Lane. It was a time of real growth to me mentally. I had a bedroom to myself;...
14. CHAPTER XIV.By this time people have got sick of electioneering. It is a great privilege to be an English elector--to feel that the eyes of the world are on you, and that, at any rate, your...
17. CHAPTER XVII."Was there much of a sensation there when you left B--- this morning?" said the manager of a leading daily to me as I was comfortably seated in his pleasant room in the fine gro...
12. CHAPTER XII.As the season of the May Meetings draws near, one naturally thinks of Exeter Hall and its interesting associations. When I first came to London it had not long been open, and it...
6. CHAPTER VI.What more natural than that a son should wish to follow in his father's steps? I had a minister for a father. It was resolved that I should become one. In Dissenting circles no...
16. CHAPTER XVI.It is about time, I wrote one day in America, I set my face homeward. When on the prairie I was beginning to speculate whether I should ever be fit to make an appearance in desc...