The gang may have attacked Clarence Lodge, Crosland's chance though excellent marksmanship accounting for one of the members while the rest escaped; but on the whole the evidence seems to suggest that this man was alone, and we might conclude that the burglaries were the work of one man." "I shall never believe that," I said. "Still, you cannot disprove it by direct evidence.
Crosland's ignorance of all things American, ingeniously revealed in this lively bit of writing, is interesting in a person of, presumably, ordinary intelligence, and his credulity in the matter of what he has heard about us is apparently boundless. However, he does not much concern us.
Newton Crosland's, who lives on Blackheath. . . . . I met with one person who interested me, Mr. Bailey, the author of Festus; and I was surprised to find myself already acquainted with him. It is the same Mr. Bailey whom I met a few months ago, when I first dined at Mr. -'s, a dark, handsome, rather picturesque-looking man, with a gray beard, and dark hair, a little dimmed with gray.
Crosland's conversazione was enriched with a supper, and terminated with a dance, in which Mr. joined with heart and soul, but Mrs. went to sleep in her chair, and I would gladly have followed her example if I could have found a chair to sit upon. In the course of the evening I had some talk with a pale, nervous young lady, who has been a noted spiritual medium.
Newton Crosland's reminiscences Coolness of Actors and Quakers amid the general enthusiasm Issue of the first gold Sovereigns bearing Victoria's head. On Lord Mayor's Day, the Queen went in state to dine with her brother- monarch, the King of "Great London Town." It was a memorable, magnificent occasion.
"The book is well calculated to help an Important movement." Athenaeum. "She is a moralist, who draws truth from sorrow with the hand of a master, and depicts the miseries of mankind only that she may improve their condition." Bell's Weekly Messenger. "Mrs. Crosland's purpose is good." Globe In post octavo, From the German, With Introduction, by DR. STEBBING.
"When the old lady heard he was there she would see him. As the son was anxious his mother shouldn't know of the tragedy, it was arranged that she should be told that Morrison's visit was the outcome of a casual remark Crosland had dropped to a friend concerning Mrs. Crosland's suffering.
Her words to Poulton, 'The burglars, and I am afraid my brother has shot one of them, are significant. They tell the whole story in a nutshell. Crosland's statement merely elaborates it, over-elaborates it, in fact. The bolts on the front door, Wigan, were very stiff; I tried them.
Everything had to be thought of before Helen Crosland rushed out for the police." "You assume that the whole household was in the conspiracy?" I asked. "Yes, and that they are exceedingly clever. What do you think of the theory?" "As a theory rather interesting, but I am still waiting for a fact or two." "Here's one," said Quarles, taking up the revolver. "This is Crosland's; I purloined it.
The painted hall struck me much more than at my first view of it; it is very beautiful indeed, and the effect of its frescoed ceiling most rich and magnificent, the assemblage of glowing hues producing a general result of splendor. . . . In the evening I went with Mr. and Mrs. to a conversazione at Mrs. Newton Crosland's, who lives on Blackheath. . . . I met with one person who interested me, Mr.