ISBN: 9781500860189

ON this, the first of January of the year 1851, the nineteenth century has reached itsmidway term, and many of us who shared its youth have already warnings which tell usthat it has outwo… More...

ON this, the first of January of the year 1851, the nineteenth century has reached itsmidway term, and many of us who shared its youth have already warnings which tell usthat it has outworn us. We put our grizzled heads together, we older ones, and we talk ofthe great days that we have known; but we find that when it is with our children that wetalk it is a hard matter to make them understand. We and our fathers before us lived muchthe same life, but they with their railway trains and their steamboats belong to a differentage. It is true that we can put history-books into their hands, and they can read from themof our weary struggle of two and twenty years with that great and evil man. They can learnhow Freedom fled from the whole broad continent, and how Nelson's blood was shed, andPitt's noble heart was broken in striving that she should not pass us for ever to take refugewith our brothers across the Atlantic. All this they can read, with the date of this treaty orthat battle, but I do not know where they are to read of ourselves, of the folk we were, andthe lives we led, and how the world seemed to our eyes when they were young as theirs arenow.If I take up my pen to tell you about this, you must not look for any story at my hands, for Iwas only in my earliest manhood when these things befell; and although I saw something ofthe stories of other lives, I could scarce claim one of my own. It is the love of a woman thatmakes the story of a man, and many a year was to pass before I first looked into the eyes ofthe mother of my children. To us it seems but an affair of yesterday, and yet those childrencan now reach the plums in the garden whilst we are seeking for a ladder, and where weonce walked with their little hands in ours, we are glad now to lean upon their arms. But Ishall speak of a time when the love of a mother was the only love I knew, and if you seek forsomething more, then it is not for you that I write. But if you would come out with me intothat forgotten world; if you would know Boy Jim and Champion Harrison; if you wouldmeet my father, one of Nelson's own men; if you would catch a glimpse of that greatseaman himself, and of George, afterwards the unworthy King of England; if, above all, youwould see my famous uncle, Sir Charles Tregellis, the King of the Bucks, and the greatfighting men whose names are still household words amongst you, then give me your handand let us start. Trade Books>Trade Paperback>Fiction>Fiction>Fiction, CreateSpace Publishing Core >1<

ISBN: 9781500860189

This classic large print title is printed in 16 point Tiresias font as recommended by the Royal National Institute for the Blind. Trade Books>Trade Paperback>Fiction>Fiction>Fiction, Crea… More...

This classic large print title is printed in 16 point Tiresias font as recommended by the Royal National Institute for the Blind. Trade Books>Trade Paperback>Fiction>Fiction>Fiction, CreateSpace Publishing Core >1<

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Rodney Stone is a historical Gothic and boxing novel, set chiefly in London in the time of George III and the Regency. Trade Books>Trade Paperback>Fiction>Fiction>Fiction, CreateSpace Pub… More...

Rodney Stone is a historical Gothic and boxing novel, set chiefly in London in the time of George III and the Regency. Trade Books>Trade Paperback>Fiction>Fiction>Fiction, CreateSpace Publishing Core >1<

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Paperback, [PU: Createspace Independent Publishing Platform], Rodney Stone is a Gothic mystery and boxing novel by Scottish writer Sir Arthur Conan Doyle first published in 1896., Contemp… More...

Paperback, [PU: Createspace Independent Publishing Platform], Rodney Stone is a Gothic mystery and boxing novel by Scottish writer Sir Arthur Conan Doyle first published in 1896., Contemporary Fiction<

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