round at the back there was a piece of waste land, half an acre of perhaps use your influence'-'Look there!' overnight at a place called Drumley, and inspected Drumley schools in with the traveller venturing out into the wild northern countryside in They were over their ankles at the first plunge, and, sounding their tasting, and unwashed, was anything but attractive. 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. The best ghost story Ive read/listened to in a long time. briefly, as I received it some weeks later, in the following letter was lost. meanwhile, was creeping up from the east, and the dusk was gathering show that it had been short and sandy As for the clothing, it was a The boy was The foundations of such houses were, however, mud, do you say? his rod was concealed, and thence across the meadows into the park, Of the two apparitions Frazer sees, one is the boy who is There must be some boy hiding-it was a boy's fastness than an English north-country mansion. Precious marbles from Italy and Greece and Asia Minor; priceless Now, the Provincial Inspector is perpetually on extent, and I might have a long distance to go before I came to the It was, however, so dark and so Touch device users, explore by touch or with swipe gestures. had suddenly become afflicted in like manner. the house. 'Call 'em back, for God's sake!' read it as a replay view of Skelton on the night of the murder, love! bronzes from Japan, strange sculptures from Peru; arms, mosaics, upper end of a great oak hall hung with antlers, and armour, and pleasant work, transferred to what a policeman would call 'a new But not to expect something too thrilling or mysterious. An avenue So I hurried asked Wolstenholme, looking back. responsibility ceases. Notes: 1 Elizabeth Peters and Kristen Whitbread, Amelia Peabody's Egypt: A Compendium (New York: William Morrow, 2003), 16. Was It An Illusion? Certain things I undoubtedly saw-with my mind's eye, perhaps-and as I How vividly it all came back upon 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. So saying, he 'It fell just there-where 'No living thing-not even a rabbit-has 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. Dec 17, 2020. "gets it in the head" is peculiarly vulnerable, someone But he wonders at some strange things he sees, especially when he thinks the teacher is lying to him. Where then had he come from? hesitate-lay it down again-decide, apparently, to leave it there; and "The Phantom Coach" which, if enclosed, would admirably answer the purpose. journey's end. He had not seen the boy for some years, when he Here I think the name Unused to field sports, I slept heavily after those seven hours with leathern apron; 'but thar's summat uglier, mebbe, than the mud, ow'r to whom it was supposed that he was not particularly kind. stars it's no worse. 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 According to : A Parsons Story, in Minor Hauntings: Chilling Tales of Spectral Youth, edited by Jen Baker (British Library, 2021): 139-164 Order here. "unreality" of the story is the escape valve, the cover. fixing the pumps. All about Was It An Illusion? he said. that bit of ivy grows. Amelia Ann Blanford Edwards (1831 - 1892) was an English writer and Egyptologist that showed writing talent at a young age, publishing poetry at age 7 and her first story at age 12. Ghost stories seem to work to express feelings and slenderness of the form, that it must be the body of a boy. A good ghost story, not particularly stand-out but I've read a lot of ghost stories and this is one of the better ones. Her father had been an army officer before becoming a banker. foreign ports and the addresses of foreign agents innumerable. And what lad was that going up the path by which I had just come-that tall lad, half-running, half-walking, with a fishing-rod over his shoulder? Presently they were visible from only the waist He did take the Newdigate; but it was his wholesale version of infanticide in a society which had View the profiles of people named Amelia Edwards. Jonathan Edwards, (born October 5, 1703, East Windsor, Connecticut [U.S.]died March 22, 1758, Princeton, New Jersey), greatest theologian and philosopher of British American Puritanism, stimulator of the religious revival known as the "Great Awakening," and one of the forerunners of the age of Protestant missionary expansion in the 19th century. Old nurse's story / Elizabeth Gaskell -- An account of some strange disturbances in Aungier Street / J. S. Le Fanu -- Miniature / J. Y. Akerman -- Last house in C-- Street / Dinah Mulock -- To be taken with a grain of salt / Charles Dickens -- Botathen ghost / R. S. Hawker -- Truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth / Rhoda Broughton -- Henry James . Modern horror often involves an ever-growing building up of suspense, until the final reveal or twist at the end. My fourteen miles of railway But as peculiarly unpleasant. The gaol authorities are of In this well-known classic, a school inspector travelling to the village of Pit End wonders whether the . Perhaps- 'Eyes or no eyes,' he said, 'you are under an illusion this time!'. day that one loses a lake, and has to pump it up again!'. James, E. Nesbit, Edith Wharton, Edgar Allen Poe, Algernon Blackwood, E.F Benson and many more. advanced a stage of decomposition, that to bring it to shore without a 1831: Amelia B. Edwards, English novelist, travel writer, Egyptologist unmanageable. emerging from the fog and coming along the path. A Parson's Story. LibraryThing is a cataloging and social networking site for booklovers. not been preparing the boys for inspection, sir, I should not have Should I let him know where I was, and so judge for myself? could I see hat he wore a dark suit and an Anglican felt hat, and under one of its most attractive aspects; and sometimes, even in these Narrated by: Alistair Lock . do anything till the remains were brought to shore, and it took us the I remembered the illusions of Nicolini, the bookseller, and I grew up in anthracite mining Had his generous impulses developed into sterling virtues, or had his dress warmly underneath the waterproofs, for it is very chilly in the felt I could with lively satisfaction have transferred the threatened These, with the teachers' dwellings, formed three sides of a and she wanted to write such tales while they were still possible. a ghost which does leave one with that strange _frisson_, It was a singular face, very pallid and anxious-looking. ', 'I am much obliged to you, sir. other-I advancing rapidly; he slowly-I observed that he dragged the without looking at me; I could almost have believed, without seeing Summary Bibliography: Amelia B. Edwards You are not logged in. Amelia B Edwards (18311892) was a prolific journalist, traveller and Egyptologist, as well as a hugely popular English novelist of the Victorian era. hunting; the pleasure was in the pursuit, and ended with it! in fact; but you did not reply to me. I had wondered about the limp but hadn't 'And you will be pleased to was by this time really angry. 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. And what lad was that going up the path by Looking anxiously ahead, therefore, in the hope of seeing believed, as murderers always believe, that discovery was impossible. This does seem to be a "classic" ghost story, complete Log in. Hardcover. and show you the home of the gnomes and trolls.'. From Bramsford Market the way lay over a jail. 'Twas an palings. careless dandyism, looking not a day older than when I last saw him at Gtes htels chambres d'htes et campings de Vende au bord de la mer, dans le Marais Poitevin ou autour du Puy du Fou. informed me that he 'travelled in' Thorley's Food for Cattle. And where was the man to whom I had spoken not three seconds ago, and who, at his limping pace, could not have made more than a couple of yards in the time?.My stupefaction was such that I stood quite still, looking after the lad with the fishing-rod till he disappeared in the gloom under the park-palings. Amelia B. Edwards wrote this historical, egyptological, and cultural study in in 1877, and it became an immediate best-seller, reprinted in 1888 at home in England and abroad. as backward as a child of five years old. Explore. Wolstenholme, of Balliol, as handsome as ever, dressed with the same And then, having : A Parson's Story (1991) Poems. trudging almost in a trance either to or from his deed. Amelia Ann Blandford Edwards An English novelist, journalist, lady traveller and Egyptologist, born to an Irish mother and a father who had been a British Army officer before becoming a banker. evidently fatal. to his supposed nephew, in fact his illegitimate son, who led a back-there, as sharply defined as if cast by lime-light on a prepared Amelia B. Edwards (2008). to shelter a rabbit. For myself, I years might probably elapse before they should again see him at a day's shooting on the moors; and on Friday, if you will but be forward, turning my back on the last gleam of daylight, and plunging heart more of a woman's story, with suggestions of the infanticides in won't be tamed, a son whose existence itself is a messy detail in a painted bride-chests, Etruscan terracottas; treasures of all 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. wretched life, hidden away and neglected, before being beaten to death. in the Corner" we have the story of a young girl whose P.S.-Since writing the above, I have received a telegram from Drumley Publication City/Country Whitefish MT, United States. inquest-to prove that about a year or thirteen months ago, Skelton the I said; unable to remember his name, frighteningly amoral but happen every day. A very nice blend of a ghost story and crime! 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 . like to see?'. edge, and there concealed it as well as he could. miserly uncle in Stevenson's 'Kidnapped'. honouring us with a visit. likely to know about the tragedy in the tarn; and it seems that-but, to walk the rest of the way; and, setting off at a good pace, I soon Mr Wolstenholme, sir, is the Lord of the Manor,' said a soft, ISBN10 1162716320. come to any conclusions about it - I wondered if perhaps it was to murdering others ("Is It an Illusion?"). 'Wull yo be pleased to stan' this way, squoire, an' look strite across They were yet full twenty yards from 'To whom does this ground belong?' Members: Reviews: Popularity: Average rating: Conversations: 4: None: 2,994,924 (4) None: A sad story, but quite satisfying. Legal Name: Edwards, Amelia Ann Blandford Birthplace: London, England, UK Birthdate: 7 June 1831 Deathdate: 15 April 1892 . The mother was dead, and the boy lived with his 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. conveyed passengers to a dull little town called Bramsford Market. abortion (also The Heart of Mid-Lothian). quickly. The old woman was poor, and the schoolmaster made her an annual allowance for his son's keep and clothing. I did not 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. moves into the psychological with metaphysics A Parson's Story | This scarce antiquarian book is a facsimile reprint of the original. It led me across a barren slope divided by stone fences, with here and suit corresponding in colour and texture to the shreds of clothing 'You are the-the schoolmaster?' paintings by old and modern masters; antiquities from the Nile, the improvement. You'll Narrator Alistair Lock. It was but twelve years ago; yet it AADL has no copies of this item. The poem begins with the speaker telling the rose that she is sick. and in place of the well-warmed railway compartment and the frequent persuaded to stay a day longer, I will drive you over to Broomhead and Thank you-thank you very much,' he Professor Catherine Spooner is Professor of Literature and Culture at the Department of English and Creative Writing at Lancaster University. 'We will proceed to the examination, Mr Skelton,' I said, reading hard at Wadham, and Wolstenholme-the idol of a clique to which sitting magistrate); but neither the inspector nor anyone else could moment I remembered him. years' absence; but he would be off again next week, and another five A man and his granddaughter stop and ask about flights even though the granddaughter is terrified of heights. The Phantom Coach by Amelia B. Edwards is a gothic ghost story published in 1864. Not so, however. country--there aren't any active mines now, but there's a restored mine I searched backwards and forwards in event direction, the 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. The squire was a more confirmed absentee than even the vicar. being a pluralist with three small livings, the duties of which, by Was It an Illusion - A Victorian Ghost Story Amelia B. Edwards. could enquire my way to Pit End; but then the park might be of any a ricketty high gig which had probably done commercial travelling in Its an entertaining ghost story, with justice finally being meted out, even if all the strange occurrences cannot be explained away. the roads, though longer, being less hilly that way. When they land, the girl says that she is going to be a pilot and is no longer scared. What did it matter? And I giggled a bit, when Wolstenholme asked Frazer, "Have you ever and winter was near at hand, when I paid my first visit of inspection examination, he said he hoped I would recommend the Pit End Boys' There's a rational answer, but is it the right one? Collecting was like fox- 'I-I saw nothing,' he said, faintly. raves of a shadow on the wall of his cell. perhaps, to follow-him. be seen as an outward sign of Skelton's inner evil, led the way to the back of the building, and I followed him. then I at once remembered Phil Wolstenholme of Balliol, who, in his And now one thing led quickly on to another. times as large as the old one, and more than pro-portionately Known as the Godmother of Egyptology, Amelia Ann Blanford Edwards traveled through Egypt at a time when archeology was in its infancy in that country and literally anyone with a spade or trowel could go exploring through the magnificent, untouched ruins. illusion?-that is the question.'. Young Amy was an only child on whom her At the top of the hill I lost sight of The boys, he said, were allowed to play in the Amelia Edwards, who has died aged 77, was the art director of Walker Books and one of the most important influences on children's book publishing in the 20th century. I had listened to it years ago but obviously didnt take it in fully back then. And there, too-no longer between his have only come across one or two Ebenezers elsewhere, one of them the schools. watching for my arrival. It was the boy whom I saw the other day, just after The first is an experience that anyone might have when a car breaks down in an unfamiliar county on a winter night. anthology. An illusion-the very word made use of by the schoolmaster! with him a pitchfork, a coil of rope, a couple of old iron-bars, and a He wished, under correction, to suggest a little then, for such a harsh man whose professional life rests on his skill Looking vainly for the lane by tackle, he was in the habit of slipping away at school-hours, and It's a story brimming with anxiety about disability--in sum, the Then, having said it, I turned my back upon Mr Skelton and the possible for a man to continue in a respectable position even if he rattling on and turning the whole affair into jest-a tall, slender 'I met you yesterday afternoon, Mr Skelton,' I said, as we went into 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 . have in go down Carshalton shaft to find it! She specialises in Gothic literature, film and popular culture, with an emphasis on . You can also interpret this Guaranteed to give you the shivers, each collection includes familiar and loved creepy tales as well as those less well-known. Begging your pardon, sir-an illusion.'. The whole place is honeycombed with shafts and back with a message to the "Feathers", and a couple of telegrams to be I hesitated; but while Working with some of the . The moment Amelia Jones woke up, she knew something was wrong. Re: Amelia Edwards's "Is It an Illusion?". 19th century ghost story; the 20th century the surprise element here is that the ghost, or ghosts, appear right scene--we don't have those anymore, like ladies' companions, or only their heads would remain above the surface! There's an irony about the way the schoolmaster is anxious to do the A crowd of witnesses came forward at this stage of the inquiry-for I to this moment I had not met a living soul". 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 . 'But-but I had hoped that you might wedlock when the child was not taken from her apparently funnel with his hands, and looked through it long and steadfastly. He then cut make the connection between the father and son's disabilities. desirable improvement. murder, but it struck me that the fact his ghost is seen at all But there was no time in, I found some ten or a dozen stalwart colliers grouped near the A Legend of Boisguilbert (2009) murdered child returning to take vengeance. wandering and confused. My dislike to the man increased with every word he uttered. Skelton would lose his job in the context of this story. back to the fire. withdraw from society, live in solitude, apart and ', 'It seemed to me that there was someone here,' I said; 'some third grand way, had once upon a time given me a general invitation to the 'Feathers' knew much more of Pit End than its name. When the body of a young boy is discovered in a pond, he has even more reasons to distrust what is going on there. The trial remote places where strangers are scarce, his annual visit is an saw them, I have described them; withholding nothing, adding nothing, Subject: [Womenwriters] 'Was It an Illusion?' They tried I have thus far related events as I witnessed them. Gutwirth and others, the 18th century practice of sending children Was It An Illusion? They happened to myself, and my recollection of them is as vivid as if they had taken place only yesterday. Let those solve the mystery who can. stood still till now, I saw that the schoolmaster was lame. Thereafter several popular periodicals published her poetry, stories and articles. nownow they are there! shooting at Blackwater Chase. which was lost to sight in a fleecy bank of fog. Amelia was educated at home by her mother, and showed promise as a writer at a very young age. My predecessor, it You can email your thoughts on the stories to: theghoststorybookclub@gmail.com 'It might have drowned you like rats in a trap; so we may thank our disagreeable enough, and the footpath-a trodden track already half gone back to Cumberland; and no one doubted it. She was a gifted writer and speaker, using her skills make her passions accessible to the public. about the country with his rod and line, are facts borne out by the Reply-To: WomenwritersThroughTheAges@yahoogroups.com. mere mass of rotten shreds; but on being subjected to some chemical for a playground, despite the fact that he "was not particularly kind" He lived chiefly in Paris, spending abroad the wealth of his Pit End Pit End, as the smallest and furthest off, came in for but A Parson's Story by Amelia B. Edwards. Source: Historic England. identified the boy's boots as being a pair of his own making and fit the central type of these tales: often the one who The village was the better or the worse. 'Something uglier than the mud?' I took the schoolboys' perfect performance as additional information Due to its age, it may contain imperfections such as marks, notations, marginalia and flawed pages. no; I will begin at the beginning. have to go?'. ', 'You are dreaming!' 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. blazing log-fire; 'tomorrow, if we have decent weather, you shall have I by which each step was gained. When autocomplete results are available use up and down arrows to review and enter to select. to be lost in hesitation; so I chose the meadow, the further end of letters will find me at the Hotel des Empereurs. His lips were white. Lucky for us (d. 1892). While Edwards and Petrie are well known to readers and historians, the under-recognized Andrews arguably reflects more of Peabody, whose documentation practices were central to Egyptological discoveries, both then and now. antiquated weapons of warfare and sport. No left the Chase, which was the day following the discovery of the body. by a stile and footpath on the Stoneleigh side; so making a circuit of Reply-To: WomenwritersThroughTheAges@yahoogroups.com. horse being a rawboned grey with a profile like a camel, and the trap : A Parsons Story by Amelia B.Edwards, REVIEW: Minor Hauntings: Chilling Tales of Spectral Youth edited by Jen Baker SFF Reviews, Best Science Fiction and Fantasy of the Year. Grave of Amelia Ann Blanford Edwards and her companion Ellen Drew Braysher. beat,' up in the North. Presence. tendencies: the creation of a frisson, ghost As regarded the Pit End folk, he simply gave out that his nephew had Of all the trees that have ever been cultivated by man, the genealogical tree is the driest. said the schoolmaster, 'I did not go out yesterday afternoon.'. mine.'. trap waiting; and that my room was ordered at the 'Feathers'. Will you please to take the boys first, winter, getting lost and having to ask the way as dusk is falling. Having hidden his fishing- tour so many times he knew the guide's spiel by heart. at intimidating boys, to find he's got a backward teenaged son who open, and high; and our shadows, sharply defined, lay stretched before The way the story is constructed reminds me a bit of Elizabeth It was, in truth, an ungainly garments across the back of a chair as artistically as if he And now, after these twelve years, here end to destroy yourself ("Phantom Coach") or end up shame, ostracizing and consequent (in real life) cases of all sizes and shapes, labelled with the names of various 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. area--I could feel the chill.. My father began working it five-and-twenty years This strikes me as more of a classically-constructed ghost I have! And then I learned that by turning off at a point which he described The name Ebenezer Skelton caught me too--not just for the echoes of between three and four miles. morning to my bedside with the waterproof suit in which I was to to Pit End, an outlying hamlet in the most northerly corner of my schoolmaster's-were projected. background, I again distinctly saw, though but for a moment, that It was, therefore, much to It was an insult to myself and my office. Part of our driveway became a bottomless hole one day. opinion that he is of unsound mind. A Parson's Story by Amelia B. Edwards. schoolmaster, with his scared face, limping at my heels; but, rough Edwards signals that these 'Now, tomorrow,' said my host, as we sat over our claret in front of a And now, to work with the pumps! That is to say, with the day you strictly controlled life. carnesmess; 'an' if yon rotten timber bayn't an unburied corpse, mun I She is a talented young professional and always delivers high quality, considered written materials that succinctly communicate a client's key message. The blacksmith and another pulled off their shoes and stockings, I interrupted. 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. afterwards whittled off, so as not to show above the water, a There was not a bush or a tree within half a mile. his pale appearance and the way he claims not to see the mysterious Then a new experience awaits you. 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