Tedious brief tales of Granta and Gramarye

In London lanes, uncanonized, untold By letter’d brass or stone, apart they lie, Dead and unreck’d of by the passer-by. Here still they seem together, as of old, To breathe our...

The account rolls of the College Bursars in the reigns of Henry VIII. and Edward VI. fortunately tell us exactly the situation of the rooms occupied by Badcoke and Harrison, and...

Ffryar passed into the choir and quietly made his way to his accustomed stall. Four candles burnt in the central walk about a figure laid on trestles and draped in a pall of bla...

The Master and Fellows were disappointed in brother John’s luggage. It consisted simply of two brass-bound boxes, heavy but unquestionably small, even for a man of religion. An...

On the table lay the doctor’s new book, brave in its stamped leather and gilded label: but it was unopened. It was the outcome of five and twenty years of incessant study, and t...

One thing was clear enough. If what he had seen and heard was not a fiction or the delusion of his senses, the _Speculum_ was a colossal stupidity. Even if the rejuvenations of...

He dwelt feelingly on the palpable evidences of the poverty of their household--the bell-tower of their church, which had fallen in sudden ruin, and which the means of their hou...

“It is all forgotten now, for the pestilence wiped out the memory of those days. Scarcely twelve months had gone since she took the veil when Margery Cailly disappeared from the...