I'm folding up my little dreams Within my heart to-night, And praying I may soon forget The torture of their sight. For Time's deft fingers scroll my brow With fell relentless art-- I'm folding up my little dreams To-night, within my hear... Read more of My Little Dreams at Martin Luther King.caInformational Site Network Informational.ca
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The Ghost Of Major Sydenham
Concerning the apparition of the Ghost of Major Ge...

Haunted Houses In Mogh's Half
The northern half of Ireland has not proved as prolif...

The Cold Hand
[Jerome Cardan, the famous physician, tells the followi...

To The God Nibib, Child
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Farm House Design Iv
This is perhaps a more ambitious house than either of t...

Farm House Design Vi
A Southern or Plantation House.—The proprietor of a pla...

Cottage Design Iv
This cottage is still in advance of the last, in its ac...

The Spectre Of The Broken
The following observations on that singular phenomeno...

Ticonderoga"
Inverawe rose before dawn and went straight to the cave...

Sister Maddelena
Across the valley of the Oreto from Monreale, on the ...





HENDERSON'S "Folk Lore"




The Hand Of Glory
One evening, between the years 1790 and 1800, a traveller, dressed in woman's clothes, arrived at the Old Spital Inn, the place where the mail coach changed horses, in High Spital, on Bowes Moor. The traveller ...