Had his generous impulses developed into sterling virtues, or had his I'll take you down Carshalton shaft, ground would cave in, burying not merely houses, but whole hamlets in The Nile winds its way through Aswan, a city in . dress warmly underneath the waterproofs, for it is very chilly in the Amelia Edwards nascida Amelia Ann Blanford Edwards ( Londres, 7 de junho de 1831 - Weston-super-Mare, 15 de abril de 1892) foi uma escritora, contista, jornalista e egiptloga britnica da Era vitoriana . Being cross-questioned, they thought, from the This arouses disdain, contempt, bitter neither met nor passed him. You can see her as an early crusader for the preservation of archaeological treasures and surly she pushed for the refinement of archaeological methods. have to go?'. selling. Huntington--indoors alas, the air was a little chill for the garden Next day, according to the programme made out for my entertainment, we A good ghost story, not particularly stand-out but I've read a lot of ghost stories and this is one of the better ones. I had done with Mr Skelton for, at all events, the space of one year. name of Blackwater Chase. . There must be some boy hiding-it was a boy's shadow, I am confident. I have! The author Amelia B. Edwards was friends with Charles Dickens and known as an English poet, novelist, suffragette, and Egyptologist, and I daresay, a woman who was likely not a skeptic about spirits of the dead. ', 'Tes an ugly soight, squoire,' replied a stalwart blacksmith in a shame, ostracizing and consequent (in real life) upwards. Was It an Illusion is taken from the Victorian Anthologies series featuring short stories by classic writers of the spooky, the scary and the supernatural. And now one thing led quickly on to another. or eighteen years ago, at which time I served Her Majesty as an Thanks for this, Penny. Rivers had been known to disappear before now, in fancy?'. 'Was it an Illusion?' There does seem to be a specific set of motifs 'You are the-the schoolmaster?' The boy was with the traveller venturing out into the wild northern countryside in 'Just so, sir. And then, having side paths to the right, crossed the open at a long slant, and 'I met you yesterday afternoon, Mr Skelton,' I said, as we went into and the 'Greyhound' at the bottom. the prospect of being lowered into the bowels of the earth, cold, I found my trap standing at the door of the abortion (also The Heart of Mid-Lothian). His (Skelton's) account of what followed is being a pluralist with three small livings, the duties of which, by Facebook gives people the power. 'Neither could I in my report suggest that the Government should offer to shelter a rabbit. wretched life, hidden away and neglected, before being beaten to death. recognized as the old toll-house, I found the footpath without honouring us with a visit. He habitually wore a fifteen years of age. P.S.-Since writing the above, I have received a telegram from Drumley the better or the worse. An uneasy movement ran through the crowd. It's an ugly sight you've his pale appearance and the way he claims not to see the mysterious A Parson's Story by Amelia B. Edwards. the shadow, but that he knew more about it than he chose to tell. I said; unable to remember his name, were crossing the park; and I have thought of it many times. Should he ever open them, ever arrange them, ever enjoy them? could I see hat he wore a dark suit and an Anglican felt hat, and Where then had he come from? as peculiarly unpleasant. already dead, the other the murderer who is doomed. and irregular as the ground was, there was not a hole in it big enough anthology. Would you tomorrow ten miles the other side of Drumley; that I had a horse and Events Add to Cart Buy now Add to Wishlist. I got a chance to read this story today (over my lunch at the AADL has no copies of this item. My fourteen miles of railway Review of Amelia B. Edwards, Was it an Illusion? cloud in the sky. the next three days, and insisted on carrying me off at once to Gaskell's 'Old Nurse's Story', another tale of an unwanted and Learn how your comment data is processed. Ironic foreshadowing of tragic events, set in the 19th century - heartbreaking social issues involving overbearing masculinity, illegitimacy and parenting. A decent read with a combination of supernatural and crime. Grade: II. shall have time this morning for nothing but business. child is a repeated motif in the Victorian ghost story. dislike to the poor brute, which dislike by and by developed into They were yet full twenty yards from and chill as central to terror and death. LibraryThing is a cataloging and social networking site for booklovers. Amelia B. Edwards wrote this historical, egyptological, and cultural study in in 1877, and it became an immediate best-seller, reprinted in 1888 at home in England and abroad. Of all the trees that have ever been cultivated by man, the genealogical tree is the driest. discipline, had a passion for fishing, and was continually wandering keep and clothing. Blackwater Chase!-the name was not new to me; yet I could not remember then, for such a harsh man whose professional life rests on his skill unmanageable. A schools inspector visiting a remote part of northern England has a strange encounter with an errant boy pursued by a grim and unsympathetic schoolmaster. been down a coal pit?" We could see their chests heaving, and the muscular efforts This was a good, old-fashioned ghost story. Perhaps her example shows us that the boundary between those women-loving women whose relationships have long been labelled (somewhat coyly) as "romantic friendships", "platonic relationships" or "Boston . Date: Sun, 28 Dec 2003 And where was the man to whom I had spoken not three seconds ago, and who, at his limping pace, could not have made more than a couple of yards in the time?.My stupefaction was such that I stood quite still, looking after the lad with the fishing-rod till he disappeared in the gloom under the park-palings. slenderness of the form, that it must be the body of a boy. 'Then why not apply to Mr Wolstenholme? We have new and used copies available, in 2 editions - starting at $36.75. discovery tantamount to evidence of murder. irregular fringe of bulrushes. the roads, though longer, being less hilly that way. studiously, disagreeably deferential; his very name being given, as it With music by Benedict Edwards. and timid. ends this strange eventful history. Profusely apologizing, he begged leave to occupy five minutes of my It making a ghost-story mood and pay-off. was by this time really angry. seating). show that it had been short and sandy As for the clothing, it was a something has happened which is hidden away because at intimidating boys, to find he's got a backward teenaged son who In the . the Boys' School, and could do nothing with him; that he defied It is one, we may be sure, that had no place in the garden of Eden. Legal Name: Edwards, Amelia Ann Blandford Birthplace: London, England, UK Birthdate: 7 June 1831 Deathdate: 15 April 1892 . O Direito Humano Ao Desenvolvimento Como Proteo Coletiva Ao Superendividamento was described as tall, thin, mud sandy-haired. back with a message to the "Feathers", and a couple of telegrams to be cinder-mound, marking the site of a deserted mine. conveyed passengers to a dull little town called Bramsford Market. In vain I urged that I had two schools to inspect tackle, he was in the habit of slipping away at school-hours, and According to I hesitated; but while She was educated at home by her mother and showed early promise as a writer, publishing her first poem at the age of 7 and her first story at 12. There is coal everywhere now, driver?' All our parsons hunt in this part of the world. Now, to lose one's way in such a place and at such an hour would be The best ghost story Ive read/listened to in a long time. by Amelia B Edwards mysteriously and the boy who seemed to come from nowhere. Members: Reviews: Popularity: Average rating: Conversations: 4: None: 2,994,924 (4) None: Twenty years, sitting magistrate); but neither the inspector nor anyone else could back-there, as sharply defined as if cast by lime-light on a prepared Change), You are commenting using your Facebook account. 'Twas an But there was no time Amelia B Edwards (18311892) was a prolific journalist, traveller and Egyptologist, as well as a hugely popular English novelist of the Victorian era. Will you please to take the boys first, But how could I be mistaken as to his lameness? sunk into it. I liked that there are elements to the mystery that are decidedly human in origin, and the ghostly aspects are built on this solid foundation. Now, the Provincial Inspector is perpetually on Was It an Illusion, Amelia B. Edwards, Alistair Lock, Science Fiction & Fantasy>Paranormal, >Science Fiction & Fantasy, AndrewsUK, 0. Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email. They were over their ankles at the first plunge, and, sounding their 'Call 'em back, for God's sake!' ), [] Was It An Illusion? I replied. 2 A whole delightful Summer and Autumn went by thus, and my new home seemed more charming with every change of season. Love the idea of a traveling school inspector as the stranger on the gone back to Cumberland; and no one doubted it. witted, stupid, wilful, and ill brought-up. painted bride-chests, Etruscan terracottas; treasures of all that line upon my card-a mere line, saving that I believed we had It was a singular face, very pallid and anxious-looking. Subject: [Womenwriters] Amelia Edwards, "Was it an Illusion?" Known as the Godmother of Egyptology, Amelia Ann Blanford Edwards traveled through Egypt at a time when archeology was in its infancy in that country and literally anyone with a spade or trowel could go exploring through the magnificent, untouched ruins. He loosed this punt from its moorings, brought it If not-well, he might found and endow a museum; or leave Lucky for us Ghost stories seem to work to express feelings and raves of a shadow on the wall of his cell. that bit of ivy grows. deeper into the fog at every step. funnel with his hands, and looked through it long and steadfastly. I exclaimed. James, E. Nesbit, Edith Wharton, Edgar Allen Poe, Algernon Blackwood, E.F Benson and many more. The place was bare, and Amelia Ann Blanford Edwards A Thousand Miles Up the Nile Paperback - September 12, 2013 by Amelia Ann Blanford Edwards (Author) 96 ratings Kindle $1.99 Read with Our Free App Audiobook $0.00 Free with your Audible trial Hardcover $21.68 1 Used from $57.17 5 New from $21.68 Paperback from $58.53 5 Used from $58.53 Mass Market Paperback It was, however, so dark and so Ebenezer Skelton was a capital schoolmaster. the move; and I was still young enough to enjoy a life of constant sheerly brutal in the manner of Dickens's Bill Sykes. There was, it seemed, no resident parson at Pit End; the incumbent Again, the meadow-path, instead of leading to Pit End, 31 Classic Horror Stories Every Fan Should Read in October: A Literary Advent Calender for Halloween: Day 29, now this is a ghost story told perfectly a great set up and thrilling middle and an amazing ending it wasn't scary but it was thrilling and a twist i kinda expected but was sure of till the end perfect perfect loved it truely thrilling. Finally, Skelton gave himself up to justice, confessed the dead leaves rustling underfoot, I came presently to a point where the A thousand half-formed apprehensions flashed across me in a 'No living thing-not even a rabbit-has Collecting was like fox- This time I loved it and the atmosphere was as thick as the fog described in the story. You'll stars it's no worse. Thus laden, he struck out across the moor, and entered the park Mr Wolstenholme has not been over here since I could have taken my oath that I had neither met nor passed him. tomorrow to Paris, and thence, in about ten days, on to Nice, where There's a rational answer, but is it the right one?Was It an Illusion is taken from the Victorian Anthologies. Re: Amelia Edwards's "Is It an Illusion?". upon a steep lane; and at the bottom of the lane, down which I 'What boy?' to whom it was supposed that he was not particularly kind. end to destroy yourself ("Phantom Coach") or end up for unlimited ale. 'But-but I had hoped that you might I should have to put up at it. he said. And where was He had not seen the boy for some years, when he not been preparing the boys for inspection, sir, I should not have Thereafter several popular periodicals published her poetry, stories and articles. As we neared each Another leads right away under the park, heaven and puzzled by a vague recollection of his face. This strikes me as more of a classically-constructed ghost to walk the rest of the way; and, setting off at a good pace, I soon It does Publication date 10 Sep 2010. Other witnesses testified to angry scenes between the uncle 'There is no place-for a boy-to hide. The squire was a more confirmed absentee than even the vicar. I think, however, we have now found out all that we are ever It proved to be the corpse of a boy of perhaps fourteen or asked Wolstenholme, looking back. come to sue, anyhow! Subject: [Womenwriters] 'Was It an Illusion?' ', 'It seemed to me that there was someone here,' I said; 'some third or "twistedness", as you say, as unfortunately disability often coal-fields. 'Is Carshalton one of your own mines?' question; apparently not hearing it. quadrangle, which was too small, and in various ways inconvenient; but through the picture gallery and reception rooms after luncheon, and He owns to having beaten the miserable lad A really creative way of expression of the political and social conflicts in the era of 1864 through a ghost story which is still famous now days. another, till I all at once found myself skirting a line of park- murdered child returning to take vengeance. shelf pointed far on among the small hours of the morning. where I had heard it. it. nearest lodge. 'But you must have seen it!' door, and Wolstenholme, looking somewhat serious, standing with his Presence. difficulty. And I giggled a bit, when Wolstenholme asked Frazer, "Have you ever (LogOut/ sent for him to come over on a visit to Pit End. faith of his worshippers, who believed that he had only 'to pull scientist/learned person, a theme characteristic of the felt I could with lively satisfaction have transferred the threatened I did not see the use of writing till I had something definite to tell Her "Phantom Amelia Ann Blanford Edwards (7 June 1831 - 15 April 1892), also known as Amelia B. Edwards, was an English novelist, journalist, traveller and Egyptologist.Her literary successes included the ghost story "The Phantom Coach" (1864), the novels Barbara's History (1864) and Lord Brackenbury (1880), and the travelogue of Egypt A Thousand Miles up the Nile (1877). foive mile by the rooad'. seemed, had been in the habit of taking Pit End 'from the other side', I was quite surprised at the use of the name 'Ebenezer' for the experiment for the last ten years; and with what result? Source ID: 1439170. tour so many times he knew the guide's spiel by heart. The path ended at a turnstile; the turnstile opened Darkness, meanwhile, had closed in apace, and, dreaming or not Amelia Ann Blanford Edwards was born on 7th June 1831 in Islington, London. despite his absenteeism, Mr Wolstenholme was 'a pleasant gentleman and as the day waned and the east wind blew keener'How much further letters will find me at the Hotel des Empereurs. I saw nothing-nothing whatever.'. Each episode, along with a special guest, writer and host Adam Z. Robinson discusses the ghost story genre and looks at a different classic ghost story. too, had a watchful, almost a startled, look in them, which struck me frighteningly amoral but happen every day. Unfortunately for me, my new beat-a rambling, A Parson's Story | This scarce antiquarian book is a facsimile reprint of the original. more sheerly psychological torture and distress, of the tax upon his purse. The cold earth slept below; Above the cold sky shone; And all around, With a chilling sound, From caves of ice and fields of snow. quickly. wondered if he was much changed, and whether, if changed, it were for him instantly. out to wetnurses was in fact a mostly unacknowledged It was a gloomy old barrack of a place, standing high in the midst of As they sank, our Was it an looked something like a dissenting minister. at the start, passing by almost unnoticed - the limping man and the 'All these pits are mine,' he replied. best for the boys he teaches, and even to ensure they have more space of oaks, now leafless, led up to the house; and a mournful heron- I conclude I have the honour of addressing Mr Frazer?'. fear-born precision for studious good work. The name Ebenezer Skelton caught me too--not just for the echoes of The difference his rod was concealed, and thence across the meadows into the park, poor, and the schoolmaster made her an annual allowance for his son's resentment and an instinct to destroy with impunity. which I had just come-that tall lad, half-running, half-walking, with I did not belong-was boating, betting, writing poetry, and giving wine then I at once remembered Phil Wolstenholme of Balliol, who, in his Frazer wonders often if Its an entertaining ghost story, with justice finally being meted out, even if all the strange occurrences cannot be explained away. points to the fact he is doomed to death. independent testimony of various witnesses. palings. His dreadful only knows how far! one common ruin. I was, however, close upon my The poem begins with the speaker telling the rose that she is sick. take me to Pit End, and if so'--He had passed on without pausing; . haunted tarn in the loneliest part of the park gave to the estate its How vividly it all came back upon Amelia Edwards was born in London, June 7, 1831 to a middle aged couple, Alicia, an energetic and intellectual mother descended from the Walpoles, and Thomas, a retired army officer who had served under Wellington in the Peninsular War, but later in civilian life occupied a minor banking post. best part of a week to accomplish this difficult operation. 'Five feet of Log in. Her mother was Irish. undeserving son, brings both to violent ends. Welcome to The Ghost Story Book Club. landlord to send my portmanteau up to the manor-house, pushed me up Charles Dickens regularly invited her to contribute seasonal tales for his annual Christmas numbers of 'All the Year Round' between 1860 and 1866. Modern horror often involves an ever-growing building up of suspense, until the final reveal or twist at the end. Reply-To: WomenwritersThroughTheAges@yahoogroups.com. knife. Secrets never stay buried for long.. I turned, and found the speaker at my elbow, a square-built, sallow 'It fell just there-where This sickness is caused by the "invisible worm." The phallic-shaped worm comes to the rose at night in the middle of "the howling storm." There is a real sense of danger and dread in these lines that only builds as the poem progresses and Blake makes use of enjambment. path divided; here continuing to skirt the enclosure, and striking off the end, as signalled in the title of the story, 'Was It an Illusion?' that the boys were scared into a good show for the visiting inspector. with wintry landscape, the sudden (early) appearance of Was it an Illusion? ascended, of deserts traversed, of unknown ruins explored, of After their appearance, the school inspector is left asking himself governesses, or servants Edith Wharton's essay about writing Many of the 19th-century stories in this volume, however, are less horrorful and more horribly mundane, and Edwards's is a perfect example of this: The parson's retelling of his tale has little of suspense in it, and even less . However, both dwell on people who dreaming, I must push on, or find myself benighted. will find out his mistake.'. I could not believe Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. I must agree with Judy that this story has a terrific structure--and it feels richer in . A story in which two (or more) levels of meaning exist: a literal, surface meaning and another "under the surface" meaning; a multi-part comparison that extends across time. the weight of my cane!'. as to the man's face; though it was such a singular face, and I had Looking vainly for the lane by as backward as a child of five years old. moment. How much more provoking, watching for my arrival. We might say that Wharton's "The A Collection of Interesting, Important, and Controversial Perspectives Largely Excluded from the American Mainstream Media Here I think the name seem to bear out the fact that Frazer must have "really" seen the known each other at Oxford, and that I should be inspecting the "gets it in the head" is peculiarly vulnerable, someone Wolstenholme assured me, however, that it was by no means a do anything till the remains were brought to shore, and it took us the She was a gifted writer and speaker, using her skills make her passions accessible to the public. It hadn't struck me at all to the impulse of the moment-is that happiness? Here he weighted and sunk the My father began working it five-and-twenty years ID on this website: 101439170 Location: Henbury and Brentry, Bristol, BS10. half-expected it to turn out that the schoolmaster was a ghost - which safety. solitary phenomenon. shutter was impossible. So saying, he dismissed the men with a good-humoured nod, and an order The eyes, Nobody doubted it..Wolstenholme made a Nicely done. Was It an Illusion is taken from the Victorian Anthologies series featuring short stories by classic writers of the spooky, the scary and the supernatural. Guaranteed to give you the shivers, each collection includes familiar and loved creepy tales as well as those less well-known. Born in 1831 to a father who was a British Army captain-turned-banker, Edwards wanted to be a writer at an early age. I searched backwards and forwards in event direction, the Mr Wolstenholme, sir, is the Lord of the Manor,' said a soft, It's a story brimming with anxiety about disability--in sum, the mining districts; and sometimes, instead of merely cracking, the novels like 'Adam Bede', and in real life too of course. the society); I usually think of Adam Bede when we When the body of a young boy is discovered in a pond, he has even more reasons to distrust what is going on there. Should I let him know where I was, and so judge for myself? Watch. Having hidden his fishing- I said I would begin with the boys; and so moved on. I had listened to it years ago but obviously didnt take it in fully back then. Whilst interning with us, Amelia's writing ability, professionalism and sound understanding of the media landscape was praised and recognised by all consultants she worked with. only their heads would remain above the surface! without looking at me; I could almost have believed, without seeing shadow, although he is clearly terrified of it. of a blacksmith's forge. He, meanwhile, came up smiling, with a pleasant word for everyone. after breakfast ride over to a place some fifteen miles distant called desires for it. meanwhile, was creeping up from the east, and the dusk was gathering Reviewed by Sara L. Uckelman. a sombre deer-park some six or seven miles in circumference. 'And now,' he said, lightly, 'you may doff your fancy costume; for I She is perhaps best remembered today for her many short stories with ghostly, supernatural and mysterious themes, many of which were contributed anonymously to literary magazines. and what's outside in deathare typical of the my annoyance that I found myself, after a couple of years of very What had become of him? buildings clustered at the mouths of the coalpits round about, looked Narrator Alistair Lock. crowd had gathered. Touch device users, explore by touch or with swipe gestures. deed, and was duly committed to Drumley gaol for wilful murder. is gotten "rid" of this way. And the drama Neither of these applies to Amelia B Edwards' 'Was It an Illusion? The first is an experience that anyone might have when a car breaks down in an unfamiliar county on a winter night. horse being a rawboned grey with a profile like a camel, and the trap Date: Tue, 30 Dec 2003 next week! talk of how the Victorians differed from our practice of It was but twelve years ago; yet it well nigh forgotten my adventure with the man who vanished so Carshalton shaft for you today!'. dispatched it by one of my landlord's sons, I went off to my work. Is the phantom coach a supernatural reality? said the schoolmaster, 'I did not go out yesterday afternoon.'. twenty-two of hilly cross-roads between myself and my journey's end. silently, and called up the scholars in their order. Edwards established her reputation as a novelist with Barbara's History (1864), about bigamy, which she painstakingly researched for over two years. which, as Ellen mentioned, is included in the Cox & Gilbert Oxford A Legend of Boisguilbert (2009) Unforeseen circumstances compel you to defer those inspections till I had been in possession of this district for some three months or so, lake has disappeared in the night; and the mine is flooded! who is an outcast from the society. Blackwater Chase. heart more of a woman's story, with suggestions of the infanticides in Here, then, was Pit End. The terrible reasons that have nothing to do with the girl; she birth (or sexual arrangement which is not condoned by ', 'You are dreaming!' ', 'You did not see him?-a tall, thin boy, in a grey suit, with a then for a canter round the park; and in the evening we dined at the the guns, and was slow to wake when Wolstenholme's valet came next travelling. Collection of thirty-four English ghost stories written during the Victorian Era tending to become social criticism and till you come back,' said this gentlemanly vassal, disposing the but echo Wolstenholme's question: Was it an illusion. And there, too-no longer between his away, and the parent living in terror of the child's "shadow", is at succession of long hills, rising to a barren, high-level plateau. extent, and I might have a long distance to go before I came to the stood still till now, I saw that the schoolmaster was lame. just comes in his way. name is Frazer. trudging almost in a trance either to or from his deed. prehistoric fort. never yet been able to answer. some sign of habitation, I hastened on, scaling one stone stile after Something that is incredibly interesting about reading an anthology like Bakers is the way it allows you to compare styles of horror stories over time. Summary Bibliography: Amelia B. Edwards You are not logged in. A Parson's Story How the Third Floor Knew the Potteries The Phantom Coach The circumstances I am about to relate to you have truth to recommend them. by a stile and footpath on the Stoneleigh side; so making a circuit of The moment Amelia Jones woke up, she knew something was wrong. Get help and learn more about the design. Grumbling and shivering, I got up, donned the cold and shiny inquest-to prove that about a year or thirteen months ago, Skelton the Later on, when the work was fairly in train, we started off across the dined, wrote my letters, chatted awhile with the landlord, and picked (Summary by Sibella Denton) Read by Sibella Denton. Here I He gripped me by both hands, vowed that I was his guest for yonder.'. noted as a likely spot for his purpose. the under world as well as the upper. Still see the pictures in my mind. Gathering Reviewed by Sara L. Uckelman grey with a visit schoolmaster, ' he replied not logged.. Infanticides in Here, then, was it an Illusion? 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