class="smcap">W.F. Ainsworth, F.S.A.
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Mademoiselle Elise. By Edward Francis |
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Mediums and Mysteries. By Narissa Rosavo |
Feb |
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Miss Kate Marsden |
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My May Queen. By John Jervis Beresford, M.A. |
May |
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Old China |
Jun |
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On Letter-Writing. By A.H. Japp, LL.D. |
May |
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Paul. By the Author of "Adonais, Q.C." |
May |
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"Proctorised" |
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Rondeau. By E. Nesbit |
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Saint or Satan? By A. Beresford |
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Sappho. By Mary Grey |
Mar |
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Serenade. By E. Nesbit |
Jun |
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Sonnets. By Julia Kavanagh |
47, Feb, Apr, Jun |
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So Very Unattractive! |
Jun |
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Spes. By John Jervis Beresford, M.A. |
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Sweet Nancy. By Jeanie Gwynne Bettany |
May |
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The Church Garden. By Christian Burke |
May |
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The Only Son of his Mother. By Letitia McClintock |
Mar |
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To my Soul. From the French of Victor Hugo |
Jun |
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Unexplained. By Letitia McClintock |
Apr |
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Who Was the Third Maid? |
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Winter in Absence |
Feb |
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POETRY. |
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Sonnets. By Julia Kavanagh |
47, Feb, Apr, Jun |
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A Song. By G.B. Stuart |
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Enlightenment. By E. Nesbit |
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Winter in Absence |
Feb |
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A Memory. By George Cotterell |
Feb |
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In a Bernese Valley. By Alexander Lamont |
Feb |
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Rondeau. By E. Nesbit |
Mar |
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Spes. By John Jervis Beresford, M.A. |
Apr |
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Across the River. By Helen M. Burnside |
Apr |
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My May Queen. By John Jervis Beresford, M.A. |
May |
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The Church Garden. By Christian Burke |
May |
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Serenade. By E. Nesbit |
Jun |
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To my Soul. From the French of Victor Hugo |
Jun |
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Old China |
Jun |
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ILLUSTRATIONS. |
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By M.L. Gow. |
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"I advanced slowly up the room, stopped, and curtsied." |
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"I saw and recognised the mysterious midnight visitor." |
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"He came back in a few minutes, but so transformed in outward appearance that Ducie scarcely knew him." |
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"Behold!" |
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"Sister Agnes knelt for a few moments and bent her head in silent prayer." |
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"He put his hand to his side, and motioned Mirpah to open the letter." |
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Illustrations to "The Bretons at Home." |
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I advanced slowly up the room, stopped and curtsied.
Page 31.
THE ARGOSY.
JANUARY, 1891.
THE SILENT CHIMES.
PUTTING THEM UP.
I hardly know whether to write this history, or not; for its events did not occur within my own recollection, and I can only relate them at second-hand—from the Squire and others. They are curious enough; especially as regards the three parsons—one following upon another—in their connection with the Monk family, causing no end of talk in Church Leet parish, as well as in other
