Alton Locke

Alton Locke

I am a Cockney among Cockneys. More info →
Hereward The Wake

Hereward The Wake

The heroic deeds of the highlanders, both in these islands and elsewhere, have been told in verse and prose, and not more often, nor more loudly, than they deserve. More info →
Hypatia

Hypatia

In the four hundred and thirteenth year of the Christian era, some three hundred miles above Alexandria, the young monk Philammon was sitting on the edge of a low range of inland cliffs, crested with drifting sand. More info →
Two Years Ago

Two Years Ago

Now, to tell my story--if not as it ought to be told, at least as I can tell it,--I must go back sixteen years,--to the days when Whitbury boasted of forty coaches per diem, instead of one railway,--and set forth how, in its southern suburb, there stood t More info →
Water- Babies, The

Water- Babies, The

Once upon a time there was a little chimney-sweep, and his name was Tom. More info →
Westward Ho!

Westward Ho!

All who have travelled through the delicious scenery of North Devon must needs know the little white town of Bideford, which slopes upwards from its broad tide-river paved with yellow sands, and many-arched old bridge, where salmon wait for Autumn floods, More info →