The Caxtons: A Family Picture — Volume 08

There entered, in the front drawing-room of my father's house in Russell Street, an Elf! clad in white,--small, delicate, with curls of jet over her shoulders; with eyes so larg...

All this had been so sudden that, to use the trite phrase,--for no other is so expressive,--it was like a dream. I felt an absolute, an imperious want of solitude, of the open a...

On my return to the Lamb, I found that my uncle was in a soft sleep; and after a morning visit from the surgeon, and his assurance that the fever was fast subsiding, and all cau...

I remember one morning, when a boy, loitering by an old wall to watch the operations of a garden spider whose web seemed to be in great request. When I first stopped, she was en...