If a book by an author who must call herself a veteran should be taken up by readers of a younger generation, they are begged to consider the first few chapters as a sort of prologue, introduced for the sake of those of elder years, who were kind enough to be interested in the domestic politics of the Mohuns and the Underwoods. Continuations are proverbially failures, and yet it is perhaps a consequence of the writer's realization of characters that some seem as if they could not be parted with, and must be carried on in the mind, and not only have their after-fates described, but their minds and opinions under the modifications of advancing years and altered circumstances. . . .
Charlotte M. Yonge was a best-selling author in her time. Her appeal is due to the liveliness of her portrayal of character. Her books are peopled with large Victorian families, every member distinctly drawn and presented with insight and humour. Her books helped to spread the influence of the Oxford Movement but her work has a vitality that saves it from being merely propagandist. Most of Yonge's work is out of print, but in these seven selected short stories you will have the opportunity to appreciate this Victorian jewel. The Last Fight In The Coliseum Faithful Till Death The Battle Of The Blackwater The Housewives Of Lowenburg Fathers And Sons What Is Better Than Slaying A Dragon Under Ivan The Terrible
A master hand has so often described the glens and ravines of Scotland, that it seems vain and presumptuous to meddle with them; and yet we must ask our readers to figure to themselves a sharp cleft sloping downwards to a brawling mountain stream, the sides scattered with gray rocks of every imaginable size, interspersed here and there with heather, gorse, or furze. Just in the widest part of the valley, a sort of platform of rock jutted out from the hillside, and afforded a station for one of those tall, narrow, grim-looking fastnesses that were the strength of Scotland, as well as her bane. Either by nature or art, the rock had been scarped away on three sides, so that the walls of the castle rose sheer from the steep descent. . . .
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