Graham's Magazine, Vol. XX, No. 2, February 1842

Harper’s Ferry Harry Cavendish continued The Two Dukes continued Original Letter from Charles Dickens The Duello Dreams of the Land and Sea Mrs. Norton The Lady’s Choice The Blu...

“I am afraid, my dear Miss St. Clair, that this will soon be no place for you or your fair companion. Allow me to send you to a place of safety. Ah! here is Mr. Cavendish, he wi...

The confusion which followed this order was instant and tremendous. The mob rushed fiercely upon the Protector in a fruitless effort to rescue Lord Dudley, while the soldiers sp...

The space around the lists and all the seats were crowded well nigh to suffocation by thousands of anxious and attentive spectators; and many an eye was turned to watch the roya...

I thought not, when my dagger strook, Of thy blue eyes; I could not brook The past all pleading in one look Of utter sorrow, Rosaline! I did not know when thou wert dead: A blac...

The “mournful mother” now speaks. And how sweetly come from her lips the lessons of piety and resignation. She gently rebukes her daughter, contrasts the world which fancy paint...

The truth was, that my vanity induced me to excuse his weakness. I was proud of exhibiting, as my lover, the man whom all admired; and I felt redoubled satisfaction in hearing h...

“Poh! it’s not any uncommon task I wish you to undertake. It is only to marry a wife and to raise a family. You may imitate me in everything but in being an idler, and an old ba...

In the morning, as soon as breakfast was over, he set off in quest of his intended gift, and seeing the gorgeous display of exotics, in the window of a celebrated florist, he st...

According to Mr. Holcroft’s explanation, Henrietta had recognized her cousin on the day of his arrival, which fully accounted for her pleasant glances; and from his following he...

My friend Mr. Sully, (who was glad to have an opportunity of seeing Copley’s portrait of Dr. Byles,) enacted his part _à mervëílle_;—or rather, it was no acting at all; but the...

It is curious, as well as instructive, to contemplate the infinite varieties of human character, and the strange phases under which human intellect presents itself. The peculiar...

We often hear it said, of this or of that proposition, that it may be good in theory, but will not answer in practice; and in such assertions we find the substance of all the sn...

That Barnaby is the son of the murderer may not appear evident to our readers—but we will explain. The person murdered is Mr. Reuben Haredale. He was found assassinated in his b...

And very distinctly shall we speak. In fact this effusion is a dilemma whose horns _goad_ us into frankness and candor—“_c’est un malheur_,” to use the words of Victor Hugo, “_d...