Category: Short Stories
A Biography of Major-General Stephen Watts Kearny, U. 1 S. A. By Fayette Robinson, A Voice from the Wayside. By Caroline C——, 47 A Memory. By Jane Taylor Worthington, 122 A Traveler’s Story. By Lydia Jane Peirson, 179 A Year and a Day. By Caroline H. Butler, 193, 275 A Harmles...
Another spring had come. Calmly and gently as on the heart-sick watchers fell the last rays of the setting sun on Ally’s weary brow as she sat by the window of her boudoir listl...
1. VOLUME XXXVA Biography of Major-General Stephen Watts Kearny, U. 1 S. A. By Fayette Robinson, A Voice from the Wayside. By Caroline C——, 47 A Memory. By Jane Taylor Worthington, 122 A Trav...
13. CHAPTER III.The summer had passed away, and autumn was spreading its rich mantle of yellow leaves over the trees and shrubs of the old country-seat. The birds were collecting together in tr...
4. PART II.In the summer of 1840, a gentleman embarked at Albany, on board one of those magnificent steamers which ply between that city and New York. The morning was one of unrivaled love...
2. CHAPTER I.It was as fair a morning of July as ever dawned in the blue summer sky; the sun as yet had risen but a little way above the waves of fresh green foliage which formed the horizon...
3. PART I.A gentle breeze swept through the vine-latticed casement of a small apartment, filling it with all the balmy odors of a June evening, while the moonbeams stealing softly on its...
11. CHAPTER I.A strange old man was my Uncle Tom. He was my father’s only and elder brother, and more than all, he was a bachelor; not one of those sour specimens of humanity who are continua...
12. CHAPTER II.Two months had passed away, and affairs went on swimmingly at the country-seat. Old John seemed to find his new clerk a remarkably pleasant companion, and passed much of his tim...
8. CHAPTER IV.“Forget you, Dugald! and do you think Ally so changeful as to be carried away by the high-sounding titles and useless baubles of this wicked world? Could I be happier anywhere t...
6. CHAPTER II.The simple funeral was over; the last look had been taken, and little Alice McLane was hidden from the weeping eyes that still turned toward her lowly resting-place, as if yet u...
7. CHAPTER III.Donald McLane was a hard-working man, and seldom was any recreation beyond the quiet enjoyment of his fire-side and home-circle indulged in. It was therefore an occasion of no l...
5. CHAPTER I.The March winds blew chillingly over a wide and barren moor in the Highlands of Scotland, and howled fiercely around the isolated dwelling in the middle of it, from whence gleam...
9. CHAPTER V.Twelve months had passed by, lingeringly to the little lonely band on Burnside Moor, and sunshine seemed to spring up afresh in every heart when the first tiny green leaves and...