Surveyor Pine, and from whose oral testimony he had made up his narrative
, remembered her, in their youth, as a very old, but not decrepit woman, of a stately and solemn aspect.
All those minute circumstances belonging to private life and domestic character, all that gives verisimilitude to a narrative
, and individuality to the persons introduced, is still known and remembered in Scotland; whereas in England, civilisation has been so long complete, that our ideas of our ancestors are only to be gleaned from musty records and chronicles, the authors of which seem perversely to have conspired to suppress in their narratives
all interesting details, in order to find room for flowers of monkish eloquence, or trite reflections upon morals.
She carried this point, and Sir Thomas's narrative
Elwes, of Suffolk, and transfers all the facts from those authentic narratives
I exaggerate nothing," continued Ferguson, "for, upon reading the narratives
of such travellers as have had the hardihood to venture into these regions, your eyes would fill with tears.
If they who believe in Strickland's greatness are right, the personal narratives
of such as knew him in the flesh can hardly be superfluous.
It is true that the circumstance did not admit of any striking illustration of those powers for which my friend was famous, but there were some points about the case which made it stand out in those long records of crime from which I gather the material for these little narratives
Marriage, which has been the bourne of so many narratives
, is still a great beginning, as it was to Adam and Eve, who kept their honeymoon in Eden, but had their first little one among the thorns and thistles of the wilderness.
Yet it was not the excitement of the fiction that I dreaded, for I consumed great numbers of narratives
of travel, and was not in the least troubled by hairbreadth escapes, or shipwrecks, or perils from wild beasts or deadly serpents; it was the dramatic effect contrived by the playwright or novelist, and worked up to in the speech of his characters that I could not bear.
Meg shook her head, and made belief to clap her hands, applauding Trotty; Trotty conveyed, in dumb-show, unintelligible narratives
of how and when and where he had found their visitors, to Meg; and they were happy.
Else would I have died, there in Red-Eye's clutch, and there would have been no bridging of time to the tune of a thousand centuries down to a progeny that reads newspapers and rides on electric cars--ay, and that writes narratives
of bygone happenings even as this is written.
My peculiar relation to the writer of the following narratives
is such that I must ask the reader to overlook the absence of explanation as to how they came into my possession.