General Bounce; Or, The Lady and the Locusts

Mary Delaval, in London, was one of the many flowers born to “waste their sweetness on the desert air,” for London is, indeed, a desert to those who are in it and not of it, who...

Little, indeed, do one half the world know how the other half live. Fortunate is it for us all, that we have neither the invisible cap, nor the shoes of swiftness, that did thei...

As you walk jauntily along any of the great thoroughfares of London, you arrive, ever and anon, at one of those narrow offshoots of which you would scarcely discover the existen...

Much as we think of ourselves, and with all our boasted civilisation, we Anglo-Saxons are but a half-barbarian race after all. Nomadic, decidedly nomadic in our tastes, feelings...

“’Gad, I thought the Major was very crusty this morning,” remarked Cornet Capon, as he removed a large cigar from his lips, and watched its fragrant volume curling away into the...

In a neat, well-appointed barouche, with clever, high-stepping brown horses and everything complete, a party of three well-dressed persons are gliding easily out of town, sniffi...

In the “good old times” when railways were not, and the _nec plus ultra_ of speed was, after all, but ten miles an hour, he who would take in hand to construct a tale, a poem, o...

Whilst Mr. Hardingstone offers an arm--and a good strong arm it is--to each of the ladies, and assists them slowly up the toilsome shingle, let us take advantage of Blanche’s ab...

Meanwhile the eventful Friday has arrived which has promoted “Cousin Charlie” to the rank of manhood. The _Gazette_ of that day has announced the appointment of “Charles Ketteri...

London for the rich, though, is a different thing altogether. “Money cannot purchase happiness,” said the philosopher. “No,” replied a celebrated wit, himself well skilled in ci...

In these days of steam and perpetual locomotion everybody has been a voyage of some sort over the seas; and one of these uncomfortable expeditions is so like another, that it is...

We must return to Newton-Hollows, now mellowing in the last tints of fading autumn, its dahlias already cut off by the morning frosts, its well-kept gravel-walks, despite the ga...

“THE GRAND MILITARY”--SPORT, BUT NOT PLEASURE--WARLIKE ADVANCES--SOME OF ALL SORTS--AN EQUESTRIAN FEAT--THEY’RE OFF--RIDING TO WIN--FOLLOW-MY-LEADER--WELL OVER AND WELL IN--HOME...

To keep a gentleman waiting any length of time, either in hot water or cold, is decidedly a breach of the laws of politeness, to repair which we must return as speedily as possi...

Bustle and confusion reign paramount at “The Kingmakers’ Arms”--principal hotel and posting-house in the town of Guyville. Once a year is there a great lifting of carpets and sh...

It was the last day of the Old Year, and he seemed to have resolved on making a peaceful ending, such as the thirty-first of December seldom vouchsafes in any climate but our ow...

“Look who it is, Rosine!” exclaimed Blanche, as her maid rushed to the window of her dressing-room, commanding as it did a view of Grosvenor Square, and a peep at every visitor...

It was a soft dark night--such a night as is peculiar to our temperate climate towards the close of autumn. There was no moon, and not a star to be seen, yet was it not _pitch_...

In an unpretending corner of the “Guyville Guide and Midland Counties’ Directory” a few lines are devoted to inform the tourist that “Newton-Hollows, post-town Guyville, in the...

KEEPING A SECRET--LADY MOUNT HELICON “AT HOME”--A CHAPTER OF FINANCE--WHY LACQUERS WENT TO THE BALL--EXOTICS IN A CONSERVATORY--MRS. BLACKLAMB AND HER CAVALIER--IMPORTANT DISCLO...

We left Cousin Charlie, some chapters back, in a sufficiently unpleasant predicament. His arm broken by a bullet, a Kaffir’s assagai through his shoulder, stunned moreover by a...

In the meantime, whilst the higher characters of our drama are fluttering their gaudy hour in the bright sunshine of fashionable life, whilst the General and Blanche and Mary, a...

“Who the deuce ever heard of ‘military duty’ interfering with dinner? and what’s the use of being one’s own commanding-officer if one can’t give oneself leave?--What?--read that...

And of all places in the world, where did they choose to spend their honeymoon? Why, at St. Swithin’s; there they had first met--there the girl had first seen her young ideal of...

“Sweet are the uses of adversity” to some malleable natures, which, bending to the storm, rise from it softened and refreshed as from an April shower; but there are desperate an...

“Can’t do it, my lord--your lordship must consider--overwritten yourself sadly of late--your ‘Broadsides from the Baltic’ were excellent--telling, clever, and eloquent; but you’...

It was high noon in the great world of London--that is to say, it was about half-past five P.M.--and the children of Mammon were in full dress. In the streets, gay, glittering,...

“My dear Mount, I think, after all, I shall spend the winter at Bubbleton,” said Lady Mount Helicon to her hopeful son, as they sat one sunny afternoon in her well-furnished dra...