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Notes On Literature, Science And Art.
continual contemplation of a fine building unconsciously elevates a susceptible mind , and maintains it in a fit frame for appreciating the beauty of other works of art , whilst a taste for architecture seems indeed to form the basis of every other artistic taste . " Rose Cottage , Stolccsley , Yorkshire .
Forgotten Stories.
Forgotten Stories .
THE BOGLE OF ANNESL 1 E .
OR , THE THREE-CORNERED HAT . [ We take this pleasant little tale , which Avill be quite new to most of our readers , from a forgotten work of much merit . ] " AN' ye winna believe i' the Bogle 1 "
said a pretty young lassie to her sweetheart , as they sat in the door of her father ' s cottage one fine autumn evening . " Do you hear that , mither , AndreAV ' 11 no believe i' the Bogle ?" " Gude be Avi' usEffie ! " exclaimed
, Andrew—a slender and delicate youth of about two-and-twenty— " a bonny time I wad hae o ' t , gin I Avere to heed every auld Avife ' s clatter . "
The words " auld Avife had a manifest effect on Effie , ancl she bit her lips in silence . Her mother immediately opened a , battery upon the young man ' s prejudices , narrating IIOAV that on Anneslie Heath , at tea o ' clock at night , a certain apparition Avas Avont to appearin the form of a
, maiden above the usual size , with a wide three-cornered hat . Sundry other particulars were mentioned , but Andrew was still incredulous . " He'll rue that , clearly Avill he rue ' t ! " said Effie , as he departed . Many days , hoAvever , passed aAA'ay , ' aud
Effie was evidently much disappointed to find that the scepticism of her loA'er gathered strength . Nay , he had the audacity to-insult , by gibes and jests , the the true believers , aud to call upon them for the reasons of their faith . Effie Avas
m a terrible passion . At last , hoAvever , her prophecy was fulfilled . Andrew was passing over the moor while the clock struck ten ; for it
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was his usual practice to walk at that hour , in order to mock the fears of his future bride . He was just winding round the thicket which opened to him a view of the cottage where Effie dwelt , when he heard a light step behind him , and , in an
instant his feet were tripped up , and he was laid prostrate on the turf . Upon looking up he beheld a tall muscular man standing over him , who , in no courteous manner desired to see the contents of his pocket . " Deil be on ye" exclaimed the
, young forester , " I hae but ae coin i' the warld . " "That coin maun [ hae , " said his assailant . " Faith ! I ' se show ye play for ' t then , " said Andrew , and sprung upon his feet .
Andrew was esteemed the best cudgelplayer for twenty miles round , so that in brief space he cooled the ardour of his antagonist , and dealt such visitations upon his skull as might have made a much firmer head ache for a fortnight . The man stepped back , and , pausing in his assault , raised his hand to his forehead , and buried it among his dark locks , It returned covered with blood . " Thou hast
cracked my croAvn , he said , " but yet ye sha' na gang scatheless ; " and , flinging doAvn his cudgel , he Hew on his young foe , and , grasping his body before he Avas aware of the attack , whirled him to the earth Avith an appalling impetus . " The Lord hae mercy on me ! " said Andrew , " I ' m a dead man . "
He was not far from it , for his rude foe was preparing to put the finishing stroke to his victory . Suddenly something stirred in the bushes , and the conqueror , turning aAvay from his victim , cried out , " The bogle ! the bogle . ' " and fled preciitatel
p y . Andrew ventured to look up . He saAv the figure Avhich had been described to him approaching ; it came nearer and nearer ; its face was very pale , and its step was not heard on the grass . At last it stood by his sideancl looked
, doAvn upon him . Andrew buried his face in his cloak : presently the apparition spoke—indistinctly , indeed , for its teeth seemed to chatter with cold—" This
is a cauld an an eerie night to be sae late on Anneslie Muir ! " and immediately it glided aAvay . AndreAv Jay a few minutes iu a trance ; and then arisin " from his cold bed , ran hastily towards the
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Notes On Literature, Science And Art.
continual contemplation of a fine building unconsciously elevates a susceptible mind , and maintains it in a fit frame for appreciating the beauty of other works of art , whilst a taste for architecture seems indeed to form the basis of every other artistic taste . " Rose Cottage , Stolccsley , Yorkshire .
Forgotten Stories.
Forgotten Stories .
THE BOGLE OF ANNESL 1 E .
OR , THE THREE-CORNERED HAT . [ We take this pleasant little tale , which Avill be quite new to most of our readers , from a forgotten work of much merit . ] " AN' ye winna believe i' the Bogle 1 "
said a pretty young lassie to her sweetheart , as they sat in the door of her father ' s cottage one fine autumn evening . " Do you hear that , mither , AndreAV ' 11 no believe i' the Bogle ?" " Gude be Avi' usEffie ! " exclaimed
, Andrew—a slender and delicate youth of about two-and-twenty— " a bonny time I wad hae o ' t , gin I Avere to heed every auld Avife ' s clatter . "
The words " auld Avife had a manifest effect on Effie , ancl she bit her lips in silence . Her mother immediately opened a , battery upon the young man ' s prejudices , narrating IIOAV that on Anneslie Heath , at tea o ' clock at night , a certain apparition Avas Avont to appearin the form of a
, maiden above the usual size , with a wide three-cornered hat . Sundry other particulars were mentioned , but Andrew was still incredulous . " He'll rue that , clearly Avill he rue ' t ! " said Effie , as he departed . Many days , hoAvever , passed aAA'ay , ' aud
Effie was evidently much disappointed to find that the scepticism of her loA'er gathered strength . Nay , he had the audacity to-insult , by gibes and jests , the the true believers , aud to call upon them for the reasons of their faith . Effie Avas
m a terrible passion . At last , hoAvever , her prophecy was fulfilled . Andrew was passing over the moor while the clock struck ten ; for it
Forgotten Stories.
was his usual practice to walk at that hour , in order to mock the fears of his future bride . He was just winding round the thicket which opened to him a view of the cottage where Effie dwelt , when he heard a light step behind him , and , in an
instant his feet were tripped up , and he was laid prostrate on the turf . Upon looking up he beheld a tall muscular man standing over him , who , in no courteous manner desired to see the contents of his pocket . " Deil be on ye" exclaimed the
, young forester , " I hae but ae coin i' the warld . " "That coin maun [ hae , " said his assailant . " Faith ! I ' se show ye play for ' t then , " said Andrew , and sprung upon his feet .
Andrew was esteemed the best cudgelplayer for twenty miles round , so that in brief space he cooled the ardour of his antagonist , and dealt such visitations upon his skull as might have made a much firmer head ache for a fortnight . The man stepped back , and , pausing in his assault , raised his hand to his forehead , and buried it among his dark locks , It returned covered with blood . " Thou hast
cracked my croAvn , he said , " but yet ye sha' na gang scatheless ; " and , flinging doAvn his cudgel , he Hew on his young foe , and , grasping his body before he Avas aware of the attack , whirled him to the earth Avith an appalling impetus . " The Lord hae mercy on me ! " said Andrew , " I ' m a dead man . "
He was not far from it , for his rude foe was preparing to put the finishing stroke to his victory . Suddenly something stirred in the bushes , and the conqueror , turning aAvay from his victim , cried out , " The bogle ! the bogle . ' " and fled preciitatel
p y . Andrew ventured to look up . He saAv the figure Avhich had been described to him approaching ; it came nearer and nearer ; its face was very pale , and its step was not heard on the grass . At last it stood by his sideancl looked
, doAvn upon him . Andrew buried his face in his cloak : presently the apparition spoke—indistinctly , indeed , for its teeth seemed to chatter with cold—" This
is a cauld an an eerie night to be sae late on Anneslie Muir ! " and immediately it glided aAvay . AndreAv Jay a few minutes iu a trance ; and then arisin " from his cold bed , ran hastily towards the