Machen on Royalty

I Have No Island by Joshua Alan Sturgill


Edward_VII_in_coronation_robesThe Real King Edward: And there can be no doubt that there has been a very wide impression that King Edward was his own foreign secretary, that in his hands were all the delicate wires which controlled the movements of European international politics. The Germans, indeed, were convinced that King Edward was their deadly foe, a supreme and malefic enchanter who was slowly building up against them a wall of hostile nations and threatening armaments of war. …

A Midsummer’s Night Reading

1910px-Kew_Gardens_Palm_House,_London_-_July_2009Kew Gardens: Photo by David Iliff 


Always to the Clouds by Joshua Alan Sturgill


At Chrighton Abbey by Mary Elizabeth Braddon. Death in some form or otheron too many occasions a violent deathhad 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 Chrightonthat 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.

Poetry of the Lamps

Return to the Elixir by Joshua Alan Sturgill


arthur-1920wThe Night Sky of London: I was looking at this blurred veil of the sky the other night as I strolled from Trafalgar Square towards the Embankment, when I saw a sight that struck me as strange even in the city of strange things. To the left, floating, it seemed, above the housetops, was a rosy cloud, glowing in its heart, and fade away into pale and fleecy wisps of smoke. I walked on; there was a ruby electric light on the roof of the theatre, and this smoke or steam curled about the red globe and took its colour and floated away over the dark walls. …

Machen Goes to the Movies


Four Poems by Osip Mandelstam in new translations by Benjamin Rozonoyer

Boundary by Joshua Alan Sturgill


MV5BM2M2ZWZmZWUtNTFhMy00OTAyLTliODgtZTNjNTFkYWVmNTU3XkEyXkFqcGdeQXVyMzI5NDcxNzI@._V1_UY317_CR4,0,214,317_AL_A New School of Acting: What I do hope is that the cinema may reform and purge the theatre, both in little things and in great. It is a little thing, perhaps, that in a costly scene, a Norman keep, with walls that pretend to be ten feet thick, should shake and quiver in a draught as if the massy stones were aspen leaves; but such odd doings of the scenery distract the attention and shatter the illusion that they are meant to provoke. They destroy the drama which scenic art is designed to illustrate and intensity and enhance.

The Sea Shall Give Up Her Dead

The Sunday of the Paralytic by Joshua Alan Sturgill



Into the Great Deep: This service over those drowned men of the lost submarine was surely one of the strangest that has ever been held. They, in the very act of death, were already buried: they were coffined in the boat that they had served, and as they died their roomy grave was prepared already and awaited them; even the vast and shining hollow of the sea.

Battles Temporal & Spiritual

Whereunto Shall I Liken This Generation? by Joshua Alan Sturgill



Sir Arthur Conan Doyle guides into the frigid wastes on an expedition of horror in The Captain of the “Pole-Star.”


md9200626594The War Behind The War: So all through the book Mr. Hind sees the temporal conflict as the mere veil of the eternal battle; and thus, I say, that he has been afforded a great and singular privilege: that is, he has written the book which our Bishops should have written. Presumably; it is their business, or a chief part of their business, as pontiffs of the Holy Catholic and Apostolic Church to discern things eternal in things temporal, to proffer the clear lamp of eternal light to those who go down into the thick darkness of the battle. However, they have not quite seen their duty in this aspect…

Of Birds and Sinners


Dialogue Between a Swallow and a Sinner by Rafael Pereira Bianchin


Apprentice by Joshua Alan Sturgill

Nanasimgit by Benjamin Rozonoyer


Robert_Louis_Stevenson_by_Henry_Walter_Barnett_bwSome Thoughts on Robert Louis Stevenson: Personally, I have always been of the opinion that the best criticism of R. L. S. was penned in the leading columns of the Pall Mall Gazette on the day on which Stevenson’s death was announced. The leading article spoke of the dead author as among the greatest of “The Little Masters”; and as I say, it seems to me that no juster verdict could possibly be given.