Category: Short Stories
The degrees shorten as we proceed from the higher to the lower latitudes--the years seem to shorten in a much greater ratio as we pass onward through life. We are almost disposed to question whether the brief period of storms and foul weather that floats over us with such drea...
"Burns was a poor man from his birth, and an exciseman from necessity; but--I _will say_ it!--the sterling of his honest worth, poverty could not debase; and his independent Bri...
1. Chapter 1The degrees shorten as we proceed from the higher to the lower latitudes--the years seem to shorten in a much greater ratio as we pass onward through life. We are almost dispose...
4. Chapter 4There was a wide and cheerful circle this evening round the hospitable hearth of Lochlea. The father of my friend, a patriarchal-looking old man, with a countenance the most exp...
3. Chapter 3We were early on the road together; the day, though somewhat gloomy, was mild and pleasant, and we walked slowly onward, neither of us in the least disposed to hasten our partin...
2. Chapter 2A light breeze had risen as the sun sunk, and our lugger, with all her sails set, came sweeping along the shore. She had nearly gained the little bay in front of the cave, and t...
6. Chapter 6"It's hardly in a body's pow'r To keep at times frae being sour, To see how things are shar'd-- How best o' chiels are whiles in want, While coofs on countless thousands rant, A...
7. Chapter 7"His is that language of the heart In which the answering heart would speak-- Thought, word, that bids the warm tear start, Or the smile light up the cheek; And his that music t...
5. Chapter 5The years passed, and I was again a dweller on the sea; but the ill-fortune which had hitherto tracked me like a bloodhound, seemed at length as if tired in the pursuit, and I w...