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The small estate on which Hollins is situated is divided from Towneley Park by a road and a wall, and on the opposite side its boundary, for most of the distance, is the rocky stream that has been already mentioned. The stream had a great influence on my whole life, by giving me a taste for the beauty of wild streams in Scotland and elsewhere. It is called the Brun, and gives its name to Burnley.
While I was at Burnley he delivered a lecture in that town on Bishop Colenso's work on the Pentateuch. I was present. When he had done, he invited me in the kindest way imaginable to speak. I had heard next to nothing in the lecture to which I could object, but much that I could heartily approve and applaud. To all that he had said in praise of the Bible I could subscribe most heartily.
"No, no none of your broomsticks for me," he cried; "no devil's horses I don't know where they may carry me. My own legs must serve me now. I'll just take poor Robin out of the road, and then trudge off for Burnley as fast as I can."
He panted and quivered and was as pale as ashes, and said, "No, no, it's a death-warrant; I can not;" and his trembling hand tried to convey the note-book back to his pocket, but it fell from his shaking fingers, and Monckton took it up and quietly tore the leaf out, and took it across to Burnley, in spite of a feeble gesture the struggling wretch made to detain him.
The result was that the inflammation flew to the throat, and I had a quinsy which nearly carried me off. I remember asking for everything by writing on a slate, and the intense longing I had for lemonade. My most intimate friend in those days was a young solicitor in Burnley, a man of remarkable ability and naturally polished manners.
It was published at my own expense, in an edition of two thousand copies, of which exactly eleven were sold in the real literary market. The town of Burnley took thirty-six copies, from a friendly interest in the author, and deserves my deepest gratitude not that the thirty-six copies quite paid the expenses of publication!
"Then how much water will there be in the tank now?" Hope looked at his watch and said, "There was a good deal of water in the tank when you blew up the mine; there must be about thirty tons in it now." "Well, then," said Burnley, "you that knows everything, help me brust the wall o' tank; it's thin enow." Hope reflected.
She crept away upstairs to her room. She was lying there across the bed when Avery swept in a splendid, transfigured Avery, flushed triumphant. Janet sat up, pallid, tear-stained, and looked at her. "Janet," said Avery, "I am going to marry Bruce Gordon next Wednesday night instead of Randall Burnley." Janet sprang forward and caught Avery's hand. "You must not," she cried wildly.
Another reason for emigrating to New Zealand was this: My uncle's second son, Lewis, had abandoned the profession of the law and gone to Australia by himself, where he was now a shepherd in the bush. He would rejoin his father, and they would be a re-united family. All of them would be together in New Zealand except one, my cousin Edward, who lay in the family vault in Burnley Church.
A wit, a scholar, a philosopher, a metaphysician, a theologian, a man of affairs. In fine, a man one could talk to. What a mind! I am greatly attached to Lord Burnley. They must be found, gentlemen. The Assembly must do nothing else until this sinister mystery is unravelled. We must employ detectives. We must follow every clue." Miss Longfellow said, "My! Isn't it all quite too terribly sinister!
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