Fiander's Widow: A Novel

Aa! Nichol’s now laid in his grave, Bi t’ side of his fadder and mudder; The warl not frae deoth could yen save, We a’ gang off,—teane after t’ other.

THE subject of the conversation recently recorded was slowly removing her ‘blacks,’ and laying them carefully away on the lavender-scented shelves in the desolate upper chamber...

ROSALIE passed a very unquiet night, and woke from a troubled sleep shortly after dawn. The dead-weight of grief, ever present to her since her bereavement, was now, as she diml...

An’ o’ worken’ days, oh! he do wear Such a funny roun’ hat,—you mid know’t— Wi’ a brim all a-strout roun’ his hair, An’ his glissenèn eyes down below’t; An’ a coat wi’ broad ski...

ON the next morning when the men came slowly sauntering to their work they were surprised to see Mrs. Fiander, clad this time not in homely print but in ceremonious black, stand...

THE mistress of Littlecomb Farm had no cause to complain of the unpunctuality of any of her workpeople on the following morning. Each man appeared at the very moment he was supp...

IT was with some trepidation that Rosalie awaited Isaac’s visit on the Sunday following that long and eventful week. The good fellow was, indeed, so overcome when he found himse...

Your own fair youth, you care so little for it, Smiling towards Heaven, you would not stay the advances Of time and change upon your happiest fancies. I keep your golden hour, a...

Then, proud Celinda, hope no more To be implor’d or woo’d; Since by thy scorn thou dost restore The wealth my love bestow’d; And thy disdain too late shall find That none are fa...

THOUGH Isaac Sharpe did not consider himself bound to assist Rosalie in repelling the advances of Mr. Wilson, the auctioneer, the wish she had expressed that someone would be ki...

Follow a shadow, it still flies you, Seem to fly it, it will pursue: So court a mistress, she denies you; Let her alone she will court you. Say, are not women truly, then, Style...

’Mong blooming woods, at twilight dim, The throstle chants with glee, o! But the plover sings his evening hymn To the ferny wild so free, o! Wild an’ free! Wild an’ free! Where...

As Isaac Sharpe repeated these words for the twentieth time since his nephew’s arrival, he beamed affectionately upon him through the fragrant steam of the bowl of punch special...

ISAAC was somewhat disappointed at his nephew’s lack of enthusiasm over a project which had at first seemed to take his fancy so much. Talk as he might about Richard’s future, a...

The blackthorn-flower hath fallen away— The blackthorn-flower that wise men say Keeps wild and variable skies As long as it may stay; But here’s the gorse, and here’s the whin,...

Colin, the grass was grey and wet the sod O’er which I heard her velvet footfall come; But heaven, where yet no pallid crescent rode, Flowered in fire behind the bloomless plum;...

‘Nay now, ’t is a silly notion that. “The more the merrier,” I say. Besides, I have particular reasons for wanting you to come to-day. You and Mrs. F. have n’t met since that ni...

And times he saith: ‘Why must man aye forego? And why is life a nobler thing through pain?’ And times: ‘Since Love’s sweet apple hangs so low, Shall I not strongly grasp and cou...

Away! the moor is dark beneath the moon, Rapid clouds have drunk the last pale beam of even: Away! the gathering winds will call the darkness soon, And profoundest midnight shro...

SEVERAL days passed, and Richard made no sign. Rosalie went about looking like the ghost of herself. It was known that she was suffering from a very severe attack of neuralgia,...

THE cutting and making of Rosalie’s hay had been proceeding briskly in the Church Meadow; the last swathes had fallen, and every available pair of hands had been called upon to...

WHEN Richard emerged from the shadowy hollow where he had left his mistress standing as if turned to stone, he found all the land about him bathed with the rosy glow of sunset....