Kew Gardens: Photo by David Iliff
NEW POETRY
Always to the Clouds by Joshua Alan Sturgill
GHOSTLY FICTION
At Chrighton Abbey by Mary Elizabeth Braddon. Death in some form or other—on too many occasions a violent death—had come between the heir and his inheritance. And when I pondered on the dark pages in the story of the house, I used to wonder whether my cousin Fanny was ever troubled by morbid forebodings about her only and fondly loved son. Was there a ghost at Chrighton—that spectral visitant without which the state and splendour of a grand old house seem scarcely complete? …
A Leap into Midsummer: This week, we offer a forgotten news article by Machen and a delightful essay on the Little People.
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