The Pall Mall Magazine, vol. 4, no. 17

Joan Haste

Joan Haste was but a village girl

Samuel Rock

Before him stood the object of his search

'Oh, he is dead! and it is my fault'

'I'll bring the doctor back myself'

Lady Graves and her daughter entered the hall

'I am not sentimental, but ... I's marry a Russian Jew rather than see the old place go the dogs'

These two lay there silent, locked in each other's arms among the graves