The contrast, Volume 1 (of 3)

Will Fortune never come with both hands full, But write her fair words still in foulest letters? She either gives a stomach and no food (Such are the poor in health), or else a...

Lord Castleton, in accordance with the claim which we have seen Lady Madelina had established to a common property with him in the use of the monosyllable “we,” had passed the e...

One of those forms which flit by us when we Are young, and fix our eyes on every face; And oh the loveliness at times we see In momentary gliding! BYRON.

In the romantic charm with which the fancy of the enthusiastic, though casual admirer of Morden Bay, had invested all it contained, he had considered the retired residence of th...

Lucy Darnell was found by her cousin George, when he returned from escorting the strangers to the top of the cliff, still leaning over the little gate which led through the gard...

There was not the usual market-day bustle outside the Queen’s Head, and Farmer Darnell dismounting, followed his old mare, who well knew her way to her usual stable in the backy...

It was a little more than four years after the events of the last chapter, that one evening the apothecary, mentioned above, was sauntering listlessly along the smooth flags of...

The letter, which had been thus carefully forwarded by the stranger, had by no means a treasonable exterior; it was directed to “The Right Honourable ----, &c. &c. &c. &c., one...

Lord Castleton, or rather Mr. Churchill, as we must in future call the “_soi-disant_” itinerant limner, felt a little awkwardness at the publicity of his first appearance in his...

About a week had elapsed since Churchill’s arrival at Morden Bay, an interval which he had not failed to improve, by availing himself upon all occasions, whenever Mrs. Darnell p...

He was a man as dusky as a Spaniard, Sunburnt with travel, yet a portly figure; Though colour’d, as it were, within a tanyard, He was a person both of sense and vigour-- A bette...

Oh, Childhood--blessed time of hope and love, When all we knew was Nature’s simple law,-- How may we yearn again that time to prove When we looked round, and loved whate’er we s...

This unfortunate episode rather deranged the train of ideas by which Churchill had determined to probe the real state of Lucy’s feelings. Instead of availing himself, as he had...

Churchill found that George and his aunt had already returned some time, as the young sailor’s anxiety to rejoin his fair cousin had induced him to apply repeated hints, as to t...

The agitation of Alice Darnell, which had struck Churchill as remarkable, was not seen without surprise by her niece, who had never previously, in all their intercourse, observe...

“It had not been in Mrs. Nesbit’s power to provide adequately for me; the whole of her income having been derived from a handsome jointure, which, at her death, reverted to her...

“The prospect of this separation appeared to be anticipated with much dread by Somers, and he sighed over each succeeding day that diminished the interval that remained to us. H...

Your sorrow was too sore laid on, Which sixteen winters cannot blow away, So many summers dry. Scarce any joy Did ever live so long; no sorrow But killed itself much sooner. SHA...

Churchill and Lucy sat side by side on a projecting ledge which she pointed out to him on the face of the precipitous cliff; this position, for an admirer of the picturesque, wa...

Do you remember all the sunny places Where in bright days, long past, we played together? Do you remember all the old home faces That gathered round the hearth in wintry weather?