The queen of the isle

"The island lies nine leagues away, Along its solitary shore Of craggy rock and sandy bay No sound but ocean's roar, Save where the bold, wild sea-bird makes her home, Her shril...

The sun was sinking in the far west as the little schooner Evening Star went dancing over the bright waves towards Campbell's Isle. Captain Guy Campbell stood leaning negligentl...

The schooner Evening Star lay at anchor in a little rock-bound inlet, on the northern side of the island previously referred to. A boat had just put off from her, containing Cap...

"What form is that? The stony clenching of the bared teeth-- The gory socket that the balls have burst from-- I see them all, It moves---it moves--it rises--it comes on me."--BE...

Accustomed to the quiet unexciting life of the lonely, sea-girt island, the events of the night had momentarily terrified her, albeit her nerves were none of the weakest. The my...

"Holy St. Francis! what a change is here! Is Rosalind, whom thou didst love so dear, So soon forsaken? Young men's love, then, lies Not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes....

"She loves, but knows not whom she loves, Nor what his race, nor whence he came; Like one who meets in Indian groves Some beauteous bird without a name, Brought by the last ambr...

"Well," said Aunt Moll, to her son and heir, Lem, as he entered the long, high kitchen of Campbell's Lodge, "I would like ter know what dat ar Master Drummin's up ter? I doesn't...

"But soft: behold! lo, where it comes again! I'll cross it though it blast me. Stay, illusion! If thou hast any sound, or use a voice, Speak to me!"--HAMLET.

Captain Guy Campbell sat in the parlor of the Westport House, as the flaming gilt signboard announced, his heels elevated on the window-sill, his chair tipped back, a cigar in h...

It was two days after the departure of Sibyl ere Willard Drummond visited the parsonage again. And then he heard of her departure with real surprise and affected concern; but he...

It was late in the afternoon of the following day when Willard Drummond left the lodge for Mrs. Tom's cottage. Curiosity to see the rescued ones prompted the visit as much as an...

And, glaring upon her with a hatred and jealousy that for the time "swept her soul in tempests," and inspired her with a momentary frenzy, Sibyl stood, transfixing her with thos...

The next morning, Sibyl made her appearance in the sitting-room, pale, wan, and haggard, as though she had spent a sleepless night. But she appeared calm. Whatever course she ha...

That night of deepest woe to the passionate heart of Sibyl had been spent in pacing up and down her room, now hurling fierce, bitter maledictions on the head of him who had dece...

With a face perfectly white, with blazing eyes and rigid lips, Sibyl, majestic in her wrongs, stood erect before him, her form drawn up to its fullest height, her head thrown ba...

"Now, my dear Mrs. Courtney, you really must not think of going back to the island, any more. Sibyl is to remain with me, for a week or two longer, and you, positively, must sta...

"All my fond love thus do I blow to heaven 'Tis gone. Arise, black vengeance, from thy hollow cell, Yield up, oh, love, thy crown and hearted throne To tyrannous hate! Swell, bo...

"Really, Sibyl, my love, you are getting to be a most singular girl. Two or three days ago you were all in the dismals; then, after the party, you got as amiable and bright as a...

The sky was rapidly darkening. The wind came wailing with a low, menacing sound over the waters. The sun sank red, fiery, and threatening in the far west, and the scared water-f...

About an hour before the storm burst upon the island, Edgar Courtney, the victim of his own diabolical passions, reached it unseen and unobserved. "You will await my return here...

With blood on his hands, with horror, insanity, and wildest woe in his eyes; and worse, far worse! with the dreadful mark of Cain branded indelibly on his brow, the wretched man...

"And she was gone, and yet they breathed, But not the breath of human life-- A serpent round each heart was wreathed, And stung their every thought to strife."--BYRON.

"Then she took up her burden of life again, Saying only, 'It might have been.' God pity them both! and pity us all Who vainly the dreams of youth recall, For of all sad words of...

"All was confused and undefined In her all-jarred and wandering mind; A chaos of wild hopes and fears-- And now in laughter, now in tears, But madly still in each extreme, She s...

"Oh, tell me, father, can the dead Walk on the earth and look on us, And lay upon the living's head Their blessing or their curse? She comes to me each night-- The dried leaves...

"One fatal remembrance, one sorrow which throws Its bleak shade alike o'er our joys and our woes, To which life nothing darker or brighter can bring, For which joy has no balm,...

It is not my intention to chronicle the events of that foreign tour. Suffice it to say, it came to an end, at last; and, Captain Guy Campbell, Willard Drummond, and his betrothe...

And the people, after the first shock of horror and amazement, became mute as the grave, listening, with breathless interest, for the _denouement_ of this astounding interruptio...

As Stafford had said, a subp[oe]na was served on Mrs. Brantwell, to be present at the great trial about which everybody was talking. That good lady, who had determined already t...

"Every sense Had been unstrung by pangs intense, And each frail fiber of her brain As bow-strings when released by rain, The erring arrows launch aside-- Sent forth her thoughts...

--"Let her rave, And prophesy ten thousand, thousand horrors I could join with her now, and bid them come; They fit the present fury of my soul. The stings of love and rage are...

Those weary months have sadly changed our little favorite. The thin, wan face, has grown thinner and wanner than ever; the angel brow paler and more transparent; the dark, lovin...

With his own name breathed in his ears by the voice he never expected to hear again; with the small, fair face, the deep blue eyes, and waving golden hair of Christie bending ov...

For one moment, so great was the surprise, that every shout was hushed, and the silence of death reigned. The next, a wild, fearful cry, that those who heard would never forget,...