Category: Short Stories

Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 01

[3] The perusal of this paper, written at an early period by the lamented Hugh Miller, cannot fail to suggest some reflections on the fate of the author himself and that of the poet he describes. It would be simply fanciful to draw from his choice of subject, and the sympathy...

Chapters

9. did. Much perplexed by the captain's conduct, he now sauntered towards

the fore part of the vessel, where he caught the engineer just as he was about to descend into the engine-room. Johnny tapped him gently on the shoulder, and the man, wiping his...

8. CHAPTER VIII.

The asylum in which my unfortunate friend was confined, at this time the only one in Edinburgh, was situated in an angle of the city wall. It was a dismal-looking mansion, shut...

5. CHAPTER V.

"O Ferguson! thy glorious parts Ill suited law's dry, musty arts! My curse upon your whunstane hearts, Ye Embrugh gentry! The tithe o' what ye waste at cartes Wad stow'd his pan...

3. CHAPTER III.

I was attempting to listen, on the evening of the following Sunday, to a dull, listless discourse--one of the discourses so common at this period, in which there was fine writin...

1. CHAPTER I.

[3] The perusal of this paper, written at an early period by the lamented Hugh Miller, cannot fail to suggest some reflections on the fate of the author himself and that of the...

2. CHAPTER II.

"Say, ye red gowns that aften here, Hae toasted cakes to Katie's beer, Gin e'er thir days hae had their peer, Sae blythe, sae daft! Ye'll ne'er again in life's career, Sit half...

6. CHAPTER VI.

After the lapse of nine months, I again returned to Edinburgh. During that period, I had been so shut out from literature and the world, that I had heard nothing of my friend th...

4. CHAPTER IV.

"At first, I thought the swankie didna ill-- Again I glowr'd, to hear him better still; Bauld, slee, an' sweet, his lines mair glorious grew, Glow'd round the heart, an' glanc'd...

7. CHAPTER VII.

I returned to the vessel with a heavy heart; and it was nearly three months from this time ere I again set foot in Edinburgh. Alas! for my unfortunate friend! He was now an inma...