Eustace Marchmont: A friend of the people

“Yer’s tu thee, old apple-tree, Be zure yu bud, be zure yu blaw, And bring voth apples gude enough Hats vul! caps vul! Dree bushel bags vul! Pockets vul and awl! Urrah! Urrah! A...

Penarvon Castle was a great pile of grey building situated on the commanding promontory of land that jutted out into the sea and formed the division between the two bays of St....

Eustace Marchmont came in sight of Penarvon Castle just as the last rays of the winter sunset were striking upon its closed windows and turning them into squares of flashing red...

“Yes, sir. My father was gardener to the old Duke, and he brought me up to take his place; and I’ve been working on the place here, man and boy, these fifty years. I was only a...

“There be no zarvice in the church to-day, my lady--not to St. Bride’s,” said a garden lad to Bride one bright Sunday morning in February as she was returning from a walk along...

Saul Tresithny was in a restless and disturbed frame of mind just now. He did not himself know what was creeping over him, but he had been for some time now experiencing a chang...

“I don’t approve of it,” said the Duke, bringing his hand down upon the table with an emphasis that made all the glasses on it ring. “You may talk as you will, Eustace; you may...

But if Eustace suffered from doubts and fears, even when embarked upon a cause which he fully believed to be that of right and justice, other people were not exempt from their s...

“Naw, ’tidden that ezakally,” objected another. “’Tis becos they Frenchers ’ave abin an’ gone for tu ’ave a new bobbery ower theer--what the great folks calls a reverlooshon. Th...

It was a sultry August night, and Bride felt no disposition for sleep. She had acquired during her mother’s long illness the habit of wakefulness during the earlier hours of the...

Bride made three steps forward and stood beside the horse ridden by the young officer, the moonlight shining clear upon her, and adding to the pure pale character of her beauty.

During the latter half of the year 1830, England was passing through some searching experiences, and through a crisis of her political history. The events of these momentous yea...

Bride was riding slowly down the hill from St. Erme’s on her little Exmoor pony, with a grave and sorrowful face. Around her the green billowy downs stretched away in all their...

“She is right in theory--she is perfectly right. She holds the stronger position. But yet I cannot give it up. One cannot live in the world, and breathe an atmosphere so far abo...

Sir Roland Menteith was slightly known to Eustace, who had spent much time in the lobbies of the House of Commons, and was personally known to the majority of its members, by si...

Even Bride caught something of the prevailing excitement as the days and weeks flew by, and nothing was spoken of, or thought of in the world about her, but the coming election...

Two hours later Bride looked up with an eager air, for she had heard the sound of a familiar footstep on the stair, and knew that she should have tidings at last.

Eustace went back to London about ten days after the election at Pentreath. Parliament was to meet in June, and there was much of importance to be discussed beforehand. He and S...

St. Bride’s Bay lay between two very dangerous points along the coast. Its south extremity was bounded by the long jagged reef known as the Smuggler’s Reef, whilst its northern...

The voice sounded so loud in her ears that the girl started wide awake in bed, and found herself sitting up, gazing across the dimly-lighted room, in the expectation of seeing s...

Bride had risen from her knees at the sound of hurrying steps along the corridor, and now stood face to face with the faithful old nurse, who with the doctor had been fighting t...

His eyes opened slowly upon the unfamiliar room. The shaft of sunlight slanting in from the west shone upon a comfortable apartment, far larger and loftier than anything to whic...

The Duke gave a very slight start, and then sat perfectly still. He could not see Bride’s face, and he was glad for a moment that his own could not be seen.

Bride was riding homewards from Pentreath to the castle on a sunny day early in June. The sound of joy-bells was in the air, the faces of men were glad and triumphant, all natur...