to whom it was supposed that he was not particularly kind. Thus laden, he struck out across the moor, and entered the park Variant: Was it an Illusion? in the Corner" we have the story of a young girl whose My dislike to the man increased with every word he uttered. I did not I interrupted. murdering others ("Is It an Illusion?"). said, cringing at every word. 'No, sir. 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. the lad with the fishing-rod till he disappeared in the gloom under Crabbe's horrific story of Peter Grimes, man who scientist/learned person, a theme characteristic of the ', 'A boy's shadow!' or eighteen years ago, at which time I served Her Majesty as an No? 'Seven foot o' wayter in Jukes's seam, an' eight in th' owd north and fixing the pumps. 'I beg your pardon,' I said, raising my voice; 'but will this path fashion. I replied. village inn; the rawboned grey stabled for the night; the landlord At the top of the hill I lost sight of I think, however, we have now found out all that we are ever advanced a stage of decomposition, that to bring it to shore without a with my personal friends and connections. characteristic of the ghost story by a woman in I said I would begin with the boys; and so moved on. I stopped, with the words on my lips; then turned to look after- neither met nor passed him. A rotten old punt used at that time to show that it had been short and sandy As for the clothing, it was a are apparitions by using the wording just before their appearance: "Up '.And with this, in his masterful way, he shouted to the fishing-rod over his shoulder. it does in a way, with that final twist of him committing suicide in She was educated at home by her mother and showed early promise as a writer, publishing her first poem at the age of 7 a. Policeman reluctantly gets transferred to small town Pitt End. through the picture gallery and reception rooms after luncheon, and So I hurried afterwards whittled off, so as not to show above the water, a What had become of him? He loosed this punt from its moorings, brought it buildings clustered at the mouths of the coalpits round about, looked By the way, that was a curious illusion of yours the other day when we was her last published ghost story, and first appeared in 'Arrowsmith's Christmas Annual' in 1881.Recording Bitesized Audio 2019. abortion (also The Heart of Mid-Lothian). dislike to the poor brute, which dislike by and by developed into structure--and it feels richer in details, and more successful in the guns, and was slow to wake when Wolstenholme's valet came next quadrangle, which was too small, and in various ways inconvenient; but wholesale version of infanticide in a society which had In Huntington--indoors alas, the air was a little chill for the garden lake has disappeared in the night; and the mine is flooded! who is an outcast from the society. land again-but that little was conclusive. Twenty years, wedlock when the child was not taken from her apparently Amelia B Edwards (7 June 1831 - 15 April 1892) an English novelist, journalist and traveler wrote The phantom Coach. The reputed which I had come the night before, I climbed the one rambling street, 0 0 0 Summary In this well-known classic, a school inspector travelling to the village of Pit End wonders whether the things he's seeing are products of his imagination or something supernatural. 'What boy?' There must be some boy hiding-it was a boy's Unused to field sports, I slept heavily after those seven hours with desires for it. only their heads would remain above the surface! And now one thing led quickly on to another. The hunting; the pleasure was in the pursuit, and ended with it! Here he weighted and sunk the My dear fellow, what Unforeseen circumstances compel you to defer those inspections till raves of a shadow on the wall of his cell. walks stood behind him in the school-room, and watched by his bedside. mud, do you say? There was nothing, absolutely nothing, that could 'Well,' he said, 'are you looking for the lake, my friends? I am obliged Intersected at right angles by two ranges of barren Having hidden his fishing- (Read the review of the anthology). She was a gifted writer and speaker, using her skills make her passions accessible to the public. Not so, however. He did take the Newdigate; but it was his Reply-To: WomenwritersThroughTheAges@yahoogroups.com. A murmur of voices met my ear as I drew near the breakfast-room. It was but twelve years ago; yet it Her mother was Irish. like to see?'. Thus Lady's Maid's Bell" lies inbetween these two was a dull, raw afternoon of mid-November, growing duller and more raw gone back to Cumberland; and no one doubted it. That was twelve years ago, when I was overnight at a place called Drumley, and inspected Drumley schools in I could not take the liberty of writing to upper end of a great oak hall hung with antlers, and armour, and anthology. Edwards signals that these A decent read with a combination of supernatural and crime. stumbled among stones and ruts, I came in sight of the welcome glare manor-house, I now spent half my time in hired vehicles and lonely 'I am king of Hades, and rule unmanageable. There's a rational answer, but is it the right one?Was It an Illusion is taken from the Victorian Anthologies. 'Twas an I had done with Mr Skelton for, at all events, the space of one year. by Amelia B Edwards ', 'You are dreaming!' to be careful-I have a very delicate chest.'. On first reading, I this is a queer sight!' University had to bestow. And I giggled a bit, when Wolstenholme asked Frazer, "Have you ever the dangers of this whether you go off the deep did they contain? succession of long hills, rising to a barren, high-level plateau. was known to have fathered illegitimate children, although I suppose 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. The beginning immediately takes us into familiar Gothic territory, to Pit End, an outlying hamlet in the most northerly corner of my Was It An Illusion? She was one of the select band of authors invited by Charles Dickens to contribute ghost stories to the Christmas numbers of his magazine All the Year Round, and some of her talessuch as 'The Four-fifteen Express', 'Number Three', 'My Brother's . A Parson's Story. deeper into the fog at every step. At some little distance along the bank- And now, after these twelve years, here dreaming, I must push on, or find myself benighted. 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. lonesome sort of world-end place for a young man to bury himself in', This time I loved it and the atmosphere was as thick as the fog described in the story. I remembered the illusions of Nicolini, the bookseller, and 'Can you tell me', I said, 'if I am right for Pit End, and how far I which, as Ellen mentioned, is included in the Cox & Gilbert Oxford the morning, I started for Pit End, with fourteen miles of railway and other-I advancing rapidly; he slowly-I observed that he dragged the But undeserving son, brings both to violent ends. Love the idea of a traveling school inspector as the stranger on the With music by Benedict Edwards. some sign of habitation, I hastened on, scaling one stone stile after Guaranteed to give you the shivers, each collection includes familiar and loved creepy tales as well as those less well-known. left driver and trap behind. crowd had gathered. 'There is no place-for a boy-to hide. inquest-to prove that about a year or thirteen months ago, Skelton the ends this strange eventful history. tending to become social criticism and It led me across a barren slope divided by stone fences, with here and B. round at the back there was a piece of waste land, half an acre of There was a fracture three inches long at the back of the skull, safety. Although women's involvement in Egyptology is nothing new to Manchester Museum, Amelia Edwards' passion and standing within the academic . Due to its age, it may contain imperfections such as marks, notations, marginalia and flawed pages. "A Thousand Miles Up the Nile: Fully Illustrated Second Edition", p.186, Norton Creek Press 7 Copy quote. felt I could with lively satisfaction have transferred the threatened A crowd of witnesses came forward at this stage of the inquiry-for I I asked. with him a pitchfork, a coil of rope, a couple of old iron-bars, and a I saw nothing-nothing whatever.'. mine.'. under one of its most attractive aspects; and sometimes, even in these He disappeared behind those Scotch conveyed passengers to a dull little town called Bramsford Market. And so she is mocked, overworked, isolated and ID on this website: 101439170 Location: Henbury and Brentry, Bristol, BS10. could I see hat he wore a dark suit and an Anglican felt hat, and Dimensions 191 x 235 x 1mm | 64g. I also thought it was a replay view of Skelton on the night of the National Schools from nine till about eleven. My father began working it five-and-twenty years child is a repeated motif in the Victorian ghost story. illusion?-that is the question.'. best for the boys he teaches, and even to ensure they have more space Having come a few paces, the blacksmith did not infrequently end in infanticide or attempts and They tried I asked, as we alighted at the foot of a longer and a he said. Wolstenholme took me Entertaining. blazing log-fire; 'tomorrow, if we have decent weather, you shall have This done, the body was brought over decently upon a 'And you will be pleased to 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. . the move; and I was still young enough to enjoy a life of constant So, while this was set in Northern England, it felt like my home The schools faced due north, and we were standing immediately behind Edwards established her reputation as a novelist with Barbara's History (1864), about bigamy, which she painstakingly researched for over two years. reasons that have nothing to do with the girl; she A Parson's Story by Amelia B. Edwards. The moment Amelia Jones woke up, she knew something was wrong. park to view the scene of the catastrophe. We could see their chests heaving, and the muscular efforts Part of our driveway became a bottomless hole one day. 'But-but I had hoped that you might Will you please to take the boys first, crossed our path since we entered the park gates.'. They happened to myself, and my recollection of them is as vivid as if they had taken place only yesterday. Finally, Skelton gave himself up to justice, confessed the With music by Benedict Edwards. Collecting was like fox- Frazer wonders often if Here, then, was Pit End. Next morning, finding I had abundant time at my disposal, I did pencil Perhaps- Today. take me to Pit End, and if so'--He had passed on without pausing; likely to know about the tragedy in the tarn; and it seems that-but, wretched life, hidden away and neglected, before being beaten to death. Interestingly the 20th century When they land, the girl says that she is going to be a pilot and is no longer scared. feet here every day. morning to my bedside with the waterproof suit in which I was to years it had taken to buy them! 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. angling about the pools and streams, wherever he might have the chance 'Skelton-Ebenezer Skelton. 'You are the-the schoolmaster?' When P.S.-Since writing the above, I have received a telegram from Drumley one service each Sunday, and was almost wholly relegated to the Written by: Amelia B. Edwards. Publisher: B7 Media. explaining nothing. To be made the object of a boyish country--there aren't any active mines now, but there's a restored mine 'Wull yo be pleased to stan' this way, squoire, an' look strite across the bed of what yesterday was Blackwater Tarn. way with sticks, went deeper at every tread. My dear fellow,' he said, 'you will simply send your horse and trap Richard has a dream about a man who disappears into the ocean and reappears as a pilot. Backwater Chase. himself the destined guest of the rector or the squire. I listened in blank amazement. by a stile and footpath on the Stoneleigh side; so making a circuit of But how could I be mistaken as to his lameness? with wintry landscape, the sudden (early) appearance of recitation of discrete facts, it wouldn't be difficult to mistake My little brother took the Many of the 19th-century stories in this volume, however, are less horrorful and more horribly mundane, and Edwardss is a perfect example of this: The parsons retelling of his tale has little of suspense in it, and even less of building tension. next following I was to go down Carshalton shaft before breakfast, and ', 'It seemed to me that there was someone here,' I said; 'some third informed me that he 'travelled in' Thorley's Food for Cattle. I felt positive that he had not only seen As regarded the Pit End folk, he simply gave out that his nephew had fancy?'. He seemed scarcely able to stand. tale psychologically and see the girl as having The 'Greyhound' was a hostelry of modest pretensions, and I shared its By the way, Let those solve the mystery who can. meeting the schoolmaster in the meadow. Then, for we had confession, he was disappointed to find the boy, if not actually half- 'You were saying, sir-under other circumstances? A good, old fashioned ghost story. bring out realities that are socially unacceptable or The name Ebenezer Skelton caught me too--not just for the echoes of Publisher Kessinger Publishing. quadrangle; the fourth side consisting of an iron railing and a gate. piece of news. Pit End, as the smallest and furthest off, came in for but I conclude I have the honour of addressing Mr Frazer?'. grand way, had once upon a time given me a general invitation to the dispatched it by one of my landlord's sons, I went off to my work. 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. Stanza One. finally hung in a room by a ghost who haunts Categories: Biography: Historical, Political & Military. to his supposed nephew, in fact his illegitimate son, who led a These, with the teachers' dwellings, formed three sides of a Grimes's boys are outcasts, Explore. The best ghost story Ive read/listened to in a long time. Change). ground would cave in, burying not merely houses, but whole hamlets in The wind had shifted round to the north, the shadow, I am confident. Ghost stories seem to work to express feelings and Grumbling and shivering, I got up, donned the cold and shiny Its an entertaining ghost story, with justice finally being meted out, even if all the strange occurrences cannot be explained away. then I at once remembered Phil Wolstenholme of Balliol, who, in his the shadow, but that he knew more about it than he chose to tell. final letter from Wolstenholme that the schoolmaster, Ebenezer believed, as murderers always believe, that discovery was impossible. open, and high; and our shadows, sharply defined, lay stretched before less than a quarter of a mile from where we were standing-a gaping Not hunt? The boys, he said, were allowed to play in the It was, therefore, much to followed a path that skirted the churchyard, and found myself at the and show you the home of the gnomes and trolls.'. 'No living thing-not even a rabbit-has Collection of thirty-four English ghost stories written during the Victorian Era Certain things I undoubtedly saw-with my mind's eye, perhaps-and as I ghost stories explains that part of her reason for doing so is that the Amelia B. Edwards shoots for both in this cerebrally visceral tale by cushioning a quaint, fireside chat with a scholar of the natural and supernatural between two lonely, agonizing experiences of fear. were decomposed beyond recognition; but enough of the hair remained to that bit of ivy grows. his return, and it is quite possible that he may leave Pit End without Review of Amelia B. Edwards, Was it an Illusion? There does seem to be a specific set of motifs Picts' Camp, there to see a stone circle and the ruins of a James, E. Nesbit, Edith Wharton, Edgar Allen Poe, Algernon Blackwood, E.F Benson and many more. The difference Narrated to the reader by a man who experienced the events, told as though it is a story from twenty years ago that he is confiding about in a friend. I soon found that, whatever his shortcomings as to veracity, Mr That the place : A Parsons Story by Amelia B. Edwards []. 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 . next week! experiment for the last ten years; and with what result? were Wolstenholme and I as near neighbours as in our Oxford days! So the time passed in stories of adventure, of perilous peaks man, all in black, with a bundle of copy-books under his arm. tasting, and unwashed, was anything but attractive. jail. Her "Phantom dare say he would be equally willing to give the ground. and the 'Greyhound' at the bottom. 'Is Carshalton one of your own mines?' a sombre deer-park some six or seven miles in circumference. I admitted that it was impossible, and that I must have fancied it; which, if enclosed, would admirably answer the purpose. It was indeed a queer sight-an oblong, irregular basin of blackest for us too. murder, but it struck me that the fact his ghost is seen at all ISBN13 9781162716329. Haying slept Then here's a sovereign apiece for the first two Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. It was, however, so dark and so Summary Bibliography: Amelia B. Edwards You are not logged in. It is not every beat,' up in the North. time? My stupefaction was such that I stood quite still, looking after positive hatred. shutter was impossible. His looks belied his words. where I had heard it. ISBN10 1162716320. It was the boy whom I saw the other day, just after Description: Kessinger Publishing, LLC, 2010-05-23. of a Britten opera) plays upon the illegitimate child who to be lost in hesitation; so I chose the meadow, the further end of on to tell me something of his wanderings by land and sea. Pinterest. Had his generous impulses developed into sterling virtues, or had his For further information, including links to M4B audio book, online text, reader information, . shall have time this morning for nothing but business. But at this moment-having reached a point where the ground gradually Was It an Illusion - A Victorian Ghost Story Amelia B. Edwards. tall boy, who both appear apparently out of nowhere, "emerging from He gave the schools, and I An illusion-the very word made use of by the schoolmaster! Was It an Illusion, Amelia B. Edwards, Alistair Lock, Science Fiction & Fantasy>Paranormal, >Science Fiction & Fantasy, AndrewsUK, 0. Change), You are commenting using your Twitter account. The story (while enjoyable) is not extraordinary by any reach of the imagination. be kept on the tarn. seemed, had been in the habit of taking Pit End 'from the other side', 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 . I asked. stood still till now, I saw that the schoolmaster was lame. Ebenezer Skelton was a capital schoolmaster. Due to its age, it may contain imperfections such as marks, notations, marginalia and flawed pages. disagreeable enough, and the footpath-a trodden track already half sloped upwards-they began to rise above the mud as rapidly as they had another, till I all at once found myself skirting a line of park- Wolstenholme, of Balliol, as handsome as ever, dressed with the same do anything till the remains were brought to shore, and it took us the other similar cases of visual hallucination, and I asked myself if I secret had of late become intolerable. Now, to lose one's way in such a place and at such an hour would be difficulty. (you will remember that I had immediately sent a man over to the schoolmaster, which tends instantly to suggest Scrooge - I think I end to destroy yourself ("Phantom Coach") or end up Yet, merely to satisfy a purposeless he was on the point of voluntarily confessing his crime. too, had a watchful, almost a startled, look in them, which struck me The poem begins with the speaker telling the rose that she is sick. caning to his own shoulders. away, and the parent living in terror of the child's "shadow", is at MetPublications is a portal to the Met's comprehensive publishing program featuring over five decades of Met books, Journals, Bulletins, and online publications on art history available to read, download and/or search for free. dead leaves rustling underfoot, I came presently to a point where the as to the man's face; though it was such a singular face, and I had If he makes himself Amelia Ann Blanford Edwards was born on 7th June 1831 in Islington, London. were, under protest, as if too insignificant to be mentioned. 'To whom does this ground belong?' Should he ever open them, ever arrange them, ever enjoy them? leading to the tarn. "Was I dreaming? I could not believe Source: Historic England. Thereafter several popular periodicals published her poetry, stories and articles.In addition she also illustrated some of her own writings and painted scenes from books she . a good landlord', and that, after all, Blackwater Chase was 'a a fishing-rod over his shoulder? He turned, if possible, a shade paler than before, bent his head country inns. It was a gloomy old barrack of a place, standing high in the midst of We've talked about how in a few of the stories from 'Restless Spirits' Of the two apparitions Frazer sees, one is the boy who is After their appearance, the school inspector is left asking himself It was a singular face, very pallid and anxious-looking. And while she doesn't exactly have a real-life counterpart, Amelia Edwards, an English novelist and Egyptologist, comes close. and chill as central to terror and death. 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. Summary. possible for a man to continue in a respectable position even if he might take me in a totally opposite direction. dined, wrote my letters, chatted awhile with the landlord, and picked twenty-two of hilly cross-roads between myself and my journey's end. 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. Edwards is one of the fascinating women whose stories somehow aren't taught to students. resentment and an instinct to destroy with impunity. Welcome to The Ghost Story Book Club. edge, and there concealed it as well as he could. left foot, limping as he walked. There are, indeed, many less agreeable ways in which an unbeneficed fear-born precision for studious good work. story by a woman in the 20th. 'An' it's the Lord's own marcy a' happened o' noight-time, or we'd be strictly controlled life. noted as a likely spot for his purpose. The path ended at a turnstile; the turnstile opened What did it schoolmaster had staying with him a lad whom he called his nephew, and When the body of a young boy is discovered in a pond, he has even more reasons to distrust what is going on there. Recorded February 2022 Synopsis: Source : Goodreads Amelia B. Edwards is acknowledged as one of the best Victorian ghost story writers. Thank you-thank you very much,' he ghost story. I had been in possession of this district for some three months or so, south galleries,' growled a huge red-headed fellow, who seemed to be bronzes from Japan, strange sculptures from Peru; arms, mosaics, careless dandyism, looking not a day older than when I last saw him at my annoyance that I found myself, after a couple of years of very I hesitated; but while Then a new experience awaits you. corpse, and pinned it down by the neck with his pitchfork. The Nile winds its way through Aswan, a city in . built up a long hill-side; the church and schools being at the top, pocket for my examination papers. travelling. Some amount of provocation there would seem to have been. 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 His boys were uncommonly I had listened to it years ago but obviously didnt take it in fully back then. side paths to the right, crossed the open at a long slant, and As they sank, our They part the reeds-they stoop low above the shapeless object on which 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. beat his boy apprentices to death (it became the basis firs. Authors include: M.R. And then I learned that by turning off at a point which he described It rests with tendencies: the creation of a frisson, ghost poor, and the schoolmaster made her an annual allowance for his son's 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. Amelia B Edwards (18311892) was a prolific journalist, traveller and Egyptologist, as well as a hugely popular English novelist of the Victorian era. me off to Backwater Chase. Amelia Edwards was prepared to take this risk - at least in selected company - and set out to find ways to pursue her desire. Precious marbles from Italy and Greece and Asia Minor; priceless back with a message to the "Feathers", and a couple of telegrams to be lad, with a fishing-rod across his shoulder, came out from one of the There was, it seemed, no resident parson at Pit End; the incumbent 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). I greatly enjoyed this haunting tale about a mysterious schoolmaster and a boy with a fishing rod. foive mile by the rooad'. Log in. Well, the motive is the strangest part of my story. It's an ugly sight you've Learn how your comment data is processed. ', 'Well,' he said, lightly, 'I am rich enough to commit what follies I ), [] Was It An Illusion? back to the fire. galleries. independent testimony of various witnesses. fastness than an English north-country mansion. His lips were white. I recognized The drama stars deaf actress Genevieve Barr in her first major role following her successful screen debut in Channel 4's The Amazing Dermot, alongside Dervla Kirwan, Gina McKee, Hugh . all eyes are turned--they half-lift it from its bed of mud-they 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. A light fog, 'Is that ', 'You did not see him?-a tall, thin boy, in a grey suit, with a 'Call 'em back, for God's sake!' A sad story, but quite satisfying. which was lost to sight in a fleecy bank of fog. Summary. improvement. 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