Lancashire Idylls (1898)

But the little fellow's appetite was gone, and as he fell asleep on the settle his slumber was fitful, for dark dreams disturbed him--he had felt the first awful shadow of a dog...

As the darkness deepened, Mr. Penrose--fearless of the storm, and at home on the wilds--made his way towards a lone farmstead known as 'Granny Houses,' and so-called because of...

Throughout the whole of his journey Matt's mind was a prey to wild and foreboding passion--passion largely the product of a rude and superstitious mind. Questions painful, if no...

It was a pitiless night--a night the superstitious might well associate with the portent of the downfall of the house around which the storm seemed to rage. The rain beat upon t...

Shortly after her twelfth birthday she was caught on the moors by a heavy autumnal shower, and, unwilling to miss her ramble by returning home, pursued her way drenched to the s...

No sooner did Mr. Penrose look out on this new earth than a feeling of _lostness_ came on him, and, linking his arm in that of the old man, he said:

She saw from afar the light of her cottage home, and her heart misgave her. It was not wrath she feared; for had the relentless anger of a parent awaited her, her step would hav...

'Why keep all your kindness for your dog, Mr. Fletcher? Why not extend the same acts of mercy to those who are of more value than many dogs? If you did that your dog would not b...

It was a narrow, gloomy yard, paved with rough flags dinted and worn by the wheels of traffic and the tread of many feet. On one side stood the factory, cheerless and gray, with...

Mr. Penrose had often heard of Amanda Stott, and of that face of hers which had been both her glory and her shame. Now, as he looked upon it for the first time, he saw, as in a...

To how many of nervous temperament is self-consciousness the bane of existence--while the more such try to master it, the more unnatural they become! It separates souls, begetti...

'Let's show mercy, lads! Noan o' us con howd up aar yeds baat it. Him as has put us here expects us to show yon lass o' Stott's same as He's shown to us Hissel'. There's one bit...

While Edwin Waugh and Ben Brierley have done much to perpetuate the rude moorland and busy factory life of Lancashire, little has been done to perpetuate the stern Puritanism of...

And as Amos finished the delivery of this sentiment, and held the open hymn-book in his hand, he reached over to administer a blow on the ears of a child who was peeping through...