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Warlock o' Glenwarlock: A Homely Romance

Warlock o' Glenwarlock: A Homely Romance

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Chapter 1 CASTLE WARLOCK.

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story, and a good deal of the character of its individuals. It lay in the debatable land between highlands and lowlands; most of its inhabitants spoke b

see a sign of human or any other habitation. Even then however, you might, to be sure, most likely smell the perfume-to some nostrils it is nothing less than perfume-of a peat fire, although you might be long in finding out whence it came; for the houses, if indeed the dwellings could be called houses, were often so hard to be distinguished from the ground on which they were built, that except the smoke of fresh peats were coming pretty freely from the wide-mouthed chimney, it required an experienced eye t

a defensive if not defiant face to the world, but within she is warm, tending carefully the fires of life. Summer and winter the chimneys of that desolate-looking house smoked; for though the country was inclement, and the people that lived in it were poor, the great, sullen, almost unhappy-looking hills held clasped to their bare cold bosoms, exposed to all the bitterness of freezing winds and summer hail, the warmth of household centuries: their peat-bogs were the store-closets and wine-cellars of the sun, for the hoarded elixir of ph

massive, narrow, tall blocks of building, which showed little connection with each other beyond juxtaposition, two of them standing end to end, with but a few feet of space between, and the third at right angles to the two. In the two which stood end to end, and were originally the principal parts, hardly any windows were to be seen on the side that looked out into the valley; while in the third, which, though looking much of the same age, was of later build, were more windows, but none in the lowest story. Narrow

nd indeed the windowless walls of the house itself seemed strong enough to repel any attack without artillery-except indeed the assail

the dairy, and places for household storage. A rough causeway ran along the foot of the walls, connecting the doors in the different blocks. Of these, the kitchen door for the most part stood open: sometimes the snow would

seat for himself. His back leaned against the hoary wall, and he was in truth meditating, although he did not look as if he were. He was already more than an incipient philosopher, though he could not yet have put into recognizable shape the thought that was now passing through his mind. The bees were the primary but not the main subject of it. It came thus: he thought how glad the bees would be when their crop of heather was ripe; then he thought how they preferred the heather to the flowers; then, that the one must taste nicer to them than the other; and last awoke the question whether their taste of sweet was the same as his. "For," said he, "if their honey is sweet to them with the same sweetness with which

ely blundered upon; one of Milton; the translated Ossian; Thomson's Seasons-with a few more; and from the reading of these, among other results, had arisen this-that, in the midst of his enjoyment of the world around him, he found himself every now and then sighing after a lovelier nature than that before his eyes. There he read of mountains, if not wilder, yet loftier and more savage than his own, of skies more glorious, of forests of such trees as he knew only from one or two old engravings in the house, on which he looked with a strange, inexplicable reverence: he would sometimes wake weeping from a dream of mountains, or of tossing waters. Once with his waking eyes he saw a mist afar off, between the hills that ramparted the hori

ses from the inborn love of fighting that seems to characterize the Celt. The last soldier of them had served the East India Company both by sea and land: tradition more than hinted that he had chiefly served himself. Since then the heads of the house had been peaceful farmers of their own land

s nearly satisfied his most fastidious fancy, went roaring, rushing, and sometimes thundering, with an arrow-like, foamy swiftness, down to the river in the glen below. The rocks were very dark, and the foam stood out brilliant against them. From the hill-top above, it came, sloping steep from far. When you looked up, it seemed to come flowing from the horizon itself, and when you looked down, it seem

knew that the stream was in its second stage when it rose from the earth and rushed past the house, that it was gathered first from the great ocean, through millions of smallest ducts, up to the reservoirs of the sky, thence to descend in snows and rains, and wander down and up through the veins of the earth; but the sense of its mystery had not hitherto begun to withdraw. Happily for him, the poetic nature was not merely predominant in him, but

rvellous, and more lovely; it was a closer binding together of the gentle earth and the awful withdrawing heavens. These were a region of endless hopes, and ever recurrent despairs: that his beloved, an earthly finite thing, should rise there, was added joy, and gave a mighty hope with respect to the unknown and appalling. But from the sky, he was sent back to the earth in further pursuit; for, whence came the rain, his books told him, but from the sea? That sea he had read of, though never yet beheld, and he knew it was magnificent in its might; gladly would he have hailed it as an intermediate betwixt the sky and the earth-so to have the sky come first! but, alas! the ocean came first in order. And then, worse and worse! how was the ocean fed but from his loved torrent? How was the sky fed but from the sea? How was the dark fountain fed but from the sky? How was the torrent fed but from the fountain? As he sat in the hot garden, with his back against the old gray wall, the nest of his

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1 Chapter 1 CASTLE WARLOCK.2 Chapter 2 THE KITCHEN.3 Chapter 3 THE DRAWING-ROOM.4 Chapter 4 AN AFTERNOON SLEEP.5 Chapter 5 THE SCHOOL.6 Chapter 6 GRANNIE'S COTTAGE.7 Chapter 7 DREAMS.8 Chapter 8 HOME.9 Chapter 9 THE STUDENT.10 Chapter 10 PETER SIMON.11 Chapter 11 THE NEW SCHOOLING.12 Chapter 12 GRANNIE'S GHOST STORY.13 Chapter 13 THE STORM-GUEST.14 Chapter 14 THE CASTLE INN.15 Chapter 15 THAT NIGHT.16 Chapter 16 THROUGH THE DAY.17 Chapter 17 THAT SAME NIGHT.18 Chapter 18 A WINTER IDYLL.19 Chapter 19 CATCH YER NAIG.20 Chapter 20 THE WATCMAKER21 Chapter 21 THE LUMINOUS NIGHT.22 Chapter 22 AT COLLEGE.23 Chapter 23 A TUTORSHIP.24 Chapter 24 THE GARDENER.25 Chapter 25 LOST AND FOUND.26 Chapter 26 A TRANSFORMATION.27 Chapter 27 THE STORY OF THE KNIGHT WHO SPOKE THE TRUTH.28 Chapter 28 CHARLES JERMYN, M. D.29 Chapter 29 COSMO AND THE DOCTOR.30 Chapter 30 THE NAIAD.31 Chapter 31 THE GARDEN-HOUSE.32 Chapter 32 CATCH YOUR HORSE.33 Chapter 33 PULL HIS TAIL.34 Chapter 34 THE THICK DARKNESS.35 Chapter 35 THE DAWN.36 Chapter 36 HOME AGAIN.37 Chapter 37 THE SHADOW OF DEATH.38 Chapter 38 THE LABOURER.39 Chapter 39 THE SCHOOLMASTER.40 Chapter 40 GRANNIE AND THE STICK.41 Chapter 41 OBSTRUCTION.42 Chapter 42 GRIZZIE'S RIGHTS.43 Chapter 43 ANOTHER HARVEST.44 Chapter 44 THE FINAL CONFLICT.45 Chapter 45 A REST.46 Chapter 46 HELP.47 Chapter 47 A COMMON MIRACLE.48 Chapter 48 DEFIANCE.49 Chapter 49 DISCOVERY AND CONFESSION.50 Chapter 50 IT IS NAUGHT, SAITH THE BUYER.51 Chapter 51 AN OLD STORY.52 Chapter 52 A SMALL DISCOVERY.53 Chapter 53 A GREATER DISCOVERY.54 Chapter 54 A GREAT DISCOVERY.55 Chapter 55 MR. BURNS.56 Chapter 56 TOO SURE COMES TOO LATE.57 Chapter 57 A LITTLE LIFE WELL ROUNDED.58 Chapter 58 A BREAKING UP.59 Chapter 59 REPOSE.60 Chapter 60 THE THIRD HARVEST.61 Chapter 61 A DUET, TRIO, AND QUARTET.