Brentwood stands on that fine and wealthy slope of country, one of the richest in Scotland, which lies between the Pentland Hills and the Firth. In clear weather you could see the blue gleam-like a...

As Sandy and his wife warmed to the tale, one tripping up another in their eagerness to tell everything, it gradually developed as distinct a superstition as I ever heard, and not without poetry and...

It was getting dark by the time I went out, and nobody who knows the country will need to be told how black is the darkness of a November night under high laurel bushes and...

The village lay in the hollow, and climbed, with very prosaic houses, the other side. Village architecture does not flourish in Scotland. The blue slates and the grey stone are sworn foes to the picturesque;...

Oh, never mind the fashion! When one has a style of one’s own, it is always twenty times better.

Oh, never mind the fashion. When one has a style of one’s own, it is always 20 times better.

In the park which surrounded our house were the ruins of the former mansion of Brentwood, a much smaller and less important house than the solid Georgian edifice which we inhabited. The ruins were picturesque,...

He was highly spoken of, everybody knew; but nobody knew who had spoken highly of him…

And there has been no attempt to investigate it,’ I said, ‘to see what it really is?”Eh, Cornel,’ said the coachman’s wife, ‘wha would investigate, as ye call it, a thing that nobody believes in?...

This was true enough, though it did not throw any light upon my perplexity. If we had heard of it to start with, it is possible that all the family would have considered the possession...