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The love story of Harold and Edith is told differently from the well-known legend, which implies a less pure connection. But the whole legend respecting the Edeva faira (Edith the fair) whose name meets us in the "Domesday" roll, rests upon very slight authority considering its popular acceptance, and the reasons for my alterations will be sufficiently obvious in a work intended not only for general perusal, but which on many accounts, I hope,...

This novel was begun somewhere in the third year of my authorship, and completed in the fourth. It was, therefore, composed almost simultaneously with EUGENE ARAM, and afforded to me at least some relief from the gloom of that village tragedy. It is needless to observe how dissimilar in point of scene, character, and fable, the one is from the other, yet they are alike in this -- that both attempt to deal with one of the most striking problems...

All that was once turbid, heating, unwholesome in the current of sentiment which flows through this history of a guilty passion, "Death's immortalizing winter" has chilled and purified. The book is now a harmless, and, it may be hoped, a not uninteresting, evidence of the precocity of its author's genius. As such, it is here reprinted.

I must own that I have but inadequately struggled against the great and obvious difficulty of representing an author living in our own times, with whose supposed works or alleged genius and those of anyone actually existing, the reader can establish no identification, and he is therefore either compelled constantly to humor the delusion by keeping his imagination on the stretch, or lazily driven to confound the Author IN the Book with the Auth...

The Tragicomedy of Court Intrigue, which had ever found its principal theater in Spain since the accession of the House of Austria to the throne, was represented with singular complication of incident and brilliancy of performance during the reign of Philip the Third. That monarch, weak, indolent, and superstitious, left the reins of government in the hands of the Duke of Lerma. The Duke of Lerma, in his turn, mild, easy, ostentatious, and sha...

To Henry Lytton Bulwer: ALLOW me, my dear Brother, to dedicate this Work to you. The greater part of it (namely, the tales which vary and relieve the voyages of Gertrude and Trevylyan) was written in the pleasant excursion we made together some years ago. Among the associations -- some sad and some pleasing -- connected with the general design, none are so agreeable to me as those that remind me of the friendship subsisting between us, and whi...

The Last of the Barons has been by many esteemed the best of the Author's romances, and perhaps in the portraiture of actual character, and the grouping of the various interests and agencies of the time, it may have produced effects which render it more vigorous and lifelike than any of the other attempts in romance by the same hand. It will be observed that the purely imaginary characters introduced are very few, and, however prominent they m...

It is fully fifteen, if not twenty, years since my father commenced the composition of an historical romance on the subject of Pausanias, the Spartan Regent. Circumstances, which need not here be recorded, compelled him to lay aside the work thus begun. But the subject continued to haunt his imagination and occupy his thoughts. He detected in it singular opportunities for effective exercise of the gifts most peculiar to his genius, and repeate...

In this Novel of Night and Morning I have had various ends in view -- subordinate, I grant, to the higher and more durable morality which belongs to the Ideal, and instructs us playfully while it interests, in the passions, and through the heart. First -- to deal fearlessly with that universal unsoundness in social justice which makes distinctions so marked and iniquitous between Vice and Crime -- viz., between the corrupting habits and the vi...

It was the summer of the year 1491, and the armies of Ferdinand and Isabel invested the city of Granada. The night was not far advanced, and the moon, which broke through the transparent air of Andalusia, shone calmly over the immense and murmuring encampment of the Spanish foe, and touched with a hazy light the snow-capped summits of the Sierra Nevada, contrasting the verdure and luxuriance which no devastation of man could utterly sweep from...

My Very Dear Father, -- Obedient to your desire, I depart in search of real life and real persons, or of the best imitations of them. Forgive me, I beseech you, if I commence that search in my own way. I have seen enough of ladies and gentlemen for the present: they must be all very much alike in every part of the world. You desired me to be amused. I go to try if that be possible. Ladies and gentlemen are not amusing, the more ladylike or gen...

I quite agree with you, Alban, Honoria Vipont is a very superior young lady." -- "I knew you would think so!" cried the Colonel, with more warmth than usual to him. -- "Many years since, " resumed Darrell, with reflective air, "I read Miss Edgeworth's novels, and in conversing with Miss Honoria Vipont, methinks I confer with one of Miss Edgeworth's heroines -- so rational, so prudent, so well-behaved -- so free from silly romantic notions -- s...

It was a summer fair in one of the prettiest villages in Surrey. The main street was lined with booths, abounding in toys, gleaming crockery, gay ribbons, and gilded ginger bread. Farther on, where the street widened into the ample village-green, rose the more pretending fabrics which lodged the attractive forms of the Mermaid, the Norfolk Giant, the Pig-faced Lady, the Spotted Boy, and the Calf with Two Heads, while high over even these edifi...

Blanche at that recollection stole to my father's chair, and, hanging over his shoulder, kissed his forehead. MR. CAXTON (sublimely unmoved by these flatteries). -- "I don't deny that I faced the bull, but I assert that I was horribly frightened.

There are different degrees and many phases of the passion, " replied my father. "Shakespeare is speaking of an ill-treated, pining, woebegone lover, much aggrieved by the cruelty of his mistress, -- a lover who has found it of no avail to smarten himself up, and has fallen despondently into the opposite extreme. Whereas Signor Riccabocca has nothing to complain of in the barbarity of Miss Jemima." -- "Indeed he has not!" cried Blanche, tossin...

A friend of mine once said to a millionaire, whom he saw forever engaged in making money which he never seemed to have any pleasure in spending, "Pray, Mr. --------, will you answer me one question: You are said to have two millions, and you spend 600 pounds a year. In order to rest and enjoy, what will content you?" -- "A little more, " answered the millionaire. That "little more" is the mainspring of civilization. Nobody ever gets it! "Philu...

What does that mean?" PISISTRATITS (smiling) -- "That every man has some coloring matter within him, to give his own tinge to --" "His own novel, " interrupted my father. _"Contentus peragis!"_ During the latter part of this dialogue, Blanche had sewn together three quires of the best Bath paper, and she now placed them on a little table before me, with her own inkstand and steel pen. My mother put her finger to her lip, and said, "Hush!" my f...

Again, " quoth my father, -- "again behold us! We who greeted the commencement of your narrative, who absented ourselves in the midcourse when we could but obstruct the current of events, and jostle personages more important, -- we now gather round the close. Still, as the chorus to the drama, we circle round the altar with the solemn but dubious chant which prepares the audience for the completion of the appointed destinies, though still, our...

It was a summer fair in one of the prettiest villages in Surrey. The main street was lined with booths, abounding in toys, gleaming crockery, gay ribbons, and gilded ginger bread. Farther on, where the street widened into the ample village-green, rose the more pretending fabrics which lodged the attractive forms of the Mermaid, the Norfolk Giant, the Pig-faced Lady, the Spotted Boy, and the Calf with Two Heads, while high over even these edifi...

I quite agree with you, Alban, Honoria Vipont is a very superior young lady." -- "I knew you would think so!" cried the Colonel, with more warmth than usual to him. "Many years since, " resumed Darrell, with reflective air, "I read Miss Edgeworth's novels, and in conversing with Miss Honoria Vipont, methinks I confer with one of Miss Edgeworth's heroines -- so rational, so prudent, so well-behaved -- so free from silly romantic notions -- so r...