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Notes On Literature, Science And Art.

continual contemplation of a fine building unconsciously elevates a susceptible mind , and maintains it in a fit frame for appreciating the beauty of other works of art , whilst a taste for architecture seems indeed to form the basis of every other artistic taste . " Rose Cottage , Stolccsley , Yorkshire .

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Forgotten Stories .

THE BOGLE OF ANNESL 1 E .

OR , THE THREE-CORNERED HAT . [ We take this pleasant little tale , which Avill be quite new to most of our readers , from a forgotten work of much merit . ] " AN' ye winna believe i' the Bogle 1 "

said a pretty young lassie to her sweetheart , as they sat in the door of her father ' s cottage one fine autumn evening . " Do you hear that , mither , AndreAV ' 11 no believe i' the Bogle ?" " Gude be Avi' usEffie ! " exclaimed

, Andrew—a slender and delicate youth of about two-and-twenty— " a bonny time I wad hae o ' t , gin I Avere to heed every auld Avife ' s clatter . "

The words " auld Avife had a manifest effect on Effie , ancl she bit her lips in silence . Her mother immediately opened a , battery upon the young man ' s prejudices , narrating IIOAV that on Anneslie Heath , at tea o ' clock at night , a certain apparition Avas Avont to appearin the form of a

, maiden above the usual size , with a wide three-cornered hat . Sundry other particulars were mentioned , but Andrew was still incredulous . " He'll rue that , clearly Avill he rue ' t ! " said Effie , as he departed . Many days , hoAvever , passed aAA'ay , ' aud

Effie was evidently much disappointed to find that the scepticism of her loA'er gathered strength . Nay , he had the audacity to-insult , by gibes and jests , the the true believers , aud to call upon them for the reasons of their faith . Effie Avas

m a terrible passion . At last , hoAvever , her prophecy was fulfilled . Andrew was passing over the moor while the clock struck ten ; for it

Forgotten Stories.

was his usual practice to walk at that hour , in order to mock the fears of his future bride . He was just winding round the thicket which opened to him a view of the cottage where Effie dwelt , when he heard a light step behind him , and , in an

instant his feet were tripped up , and he was laid prostrate on the turf . Upon looking up he beheld a tall muscular man standing over him , who , in no courteous manner desired to see the contents of his pocket . " Deil be on ye" exclaimed the

, young forester , " I hae but ae coin i' the warld . " "That coin maun [ hae , " said his assailant . " Faith ! I ' se show ye play for ' t then , " said Andrew , and sprung upon his feet .

Andrew was esteemed the best cudgelplayer for twenty miles round , so that in brief space he cooled the ardour of his antagonist , and dealt such visitations upon his skull as might have made a much firmer head ache for a fortnight . The man stepped back , and , pausing in his assault , raised his hand to his forehead , and buried it among his dark locks , It returned covered with blood . " Thou hast

cracked my croAvn , he said , " but yet ye sha' na gang scatheless ; " and , flinging doAvn his cudgel , he Hew on his young foe , and , grasping his body before he Avas aware of the attack , whirled him to the earth Avith an appalling impetus . " The Lord hae mercy on me ! " said Andrew , " I ' m a dead man . "

He was not far from it , for his rude foe was preparing to put the finishing stroke to his victory . Suddenly something stirred in the bushes , and the conqueror , turning aAvay from his victim , cried out , " The bogle ! the bogle . ' " and fled preciitatel

p y . Andrew ventured to look up . He saAv the figure Avhich had been described to him approaching ; it came nearer and nearer ; its face was very pale , and its step was not heard on the grass . At last it stood by his sideancl looked

, doAvn upon him . Andrew buried his face in his cloak : presently the apparition spoke—indistinctly , indeed , for its teeth seemed to chatter with cold—" This

is a cauld an an eerie night to be sae late on Anneslie Muir ! " and immediately it glided aAvay . AndreAv Jay a few minutes iu a trance ; and then arisin " from his cold bed , ran hastily towards the

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Untitled Article 1
PREFACE Article 2
INDEX. Article 4
Monthly Masonic Summary. Article 7
SONNET. Article 7
HISTORY OF THE "PRINCE OF WALES LODGE." Article 8
SUMMER. Article 18
THE ADVENTURES OF DON PASQUALE. Article 19
TRAM-CAES AND OMNIBUSES. Article 22
WONDERS OF OPERATIVE MASONRY. Article 24
THE TRUE FREEMASON. Article 26
TOM HOOD. Article 27
IN MEMORIAM — BRO. GEORGE FRANK GOULEY. Article 30
THE HISTORY OF EDUCATION. Article 32
CARA IMAGO. Article 33
HARRY WATSON; Article 34
EVERY YEAR. Article 36
THE WORK OF NATURE IN THE MONTHS. Article 37
BRO. JAMES NEWTON'S SKETCH OF THE CONCORD ROYAL ARCH CHAPTER, No. 37, BOLTON. Article 41
"ABSENT FRIENDS." Article 42
SHIRTS AND COLLARS. Article 43
Our Archaeological Corner. Article 46
A Review. Article 47
NOTES ON LITERATURE, SCIENCE AND ART. Article 50
Forgotten Stories. Article 53
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Notes On Literature, Science And Art.

continual contemplation of a fine building unconsciously elevates a susceptible mind , and maintains it in a fit frame for appreciating the beauty of other works of art , whilst a taste for architecture seems indeed to form the basis of every other artistic taste . " Rose Cottage , Stolccsley , Yorkshire .

Forgotten Stories.

Forgotten Stories .

THE BOGLE OF ANNESL 1 E .

OR , THE THREE-CORNERED HAT . [ We take this pleasant little tale , which Avill be quite new to most of our readers , from a forgotten work of much merit . ] " AN' ye winna believe i' the Bogle 1 "

said a pretty young lassie to her sweetheart , as they sat in the door of her father ' s cottage one fine autumn evening . " Do you hear that , mither , AndreAV ' 11 no believe i' the Bogle ?" " Gude be Avi' usEffie ! " exclaimed

, Andrew—a slender and delicate youth of about two-and-twenty— " a bonny time I wad hae o ' t , gin I Avere to heed every auld Avife ' s clatter . "

The words " auld Avife had a manifest effect on Effie , ancl she bit her lips in silence . Her mother immediately opened a , battery upon the young man ' s prejudices , narrating IIOAV that on Anneslie Heath , at tea o ' clock at night , a certain apparition Avas Avont to appearin the form of a

, maiden above the usual size , with a wide three-cornered hat . Sundry other particulars were mentioned , but Andrew was still incredulous . " He'll rue that , clearly Avill he rue ' t ! " said Effie , as he departed . Many days , hoAvever , passed aAA'ay , ' aud

Effie was evidently much disappointed to find that the scepticism of her loA'er gathered strength . Nay , he had the audacity to-insult , by gibes and jests , the the true believers , aud to call upon them for the reasons of their faith . Effie Avas

m a terrible passion . At last , hoAvever , her prophecy was fulfilled . Andrew was passing over the moor while the clock struck ten ; for it

Forgotten Stories.

was his usual practice to walk at that hour , in order to mock the fears of his future bride . He was just winding round the thicket which opened to him a view of the cottage where Effie dwelt , when he heard a light step behind him , and , in an

instant his feet were tripped up , and he was laid prostrate on the turf . Upon looking up he beheld a tall muscular man standing over him , who , in no courteous manner desired to see the contents of his pocket . " Deil be on ye" exclaimed the

, young forester , " I hae but ae coin i' the warld . " "That coin maun [ hae , " said his assailant . " Faith ! I ' se show ye play for ' t then , " said Andrew , and sprung upon his feet .

Andrew was esteemed the best cudgelplayer for twenty miles round , so that in brief space he cooled the ardour of his antagonist , and dealt such visitations upon his skull as might have made a much firmer head ache for a fortnight . The man stepped back , and , pausing in his assault , raised his hand to his forehead , and buried it among his dark locks , It returned covered with blood . " Thou hast

cracked my croAvn , he said , " but yet ye sha' na gang scatheless ; " and , flinging doAvn his cudgel , he Hew on his young foe , and , grasping his body before he Avas aware of the attack , whirled him to the earth Avith an appalling impetus . " The Lord hae mercy on me ! " said Andrew , " I ' m a dead man . "

He was not far from it , for his rude foe was preparing to put the finishing stroke to his victory . Suddenly something stirred in the bushes , and the conqueror , turning aAvay from his victim , cried out , " The bogle ! the bogle . ' " and fled preciitatel

p y . Andrew ventured to look up . He saAv the figure Avhich had been described to him approaching ; it came nearer and nearer ; its face was very pale , and its step was not heard on the grass . At last it stood by his sideancl looked

, doAvn upon him . Andrew buried his face in his cloak : presently the apparition spoke—indistinctly , indeed , for its teeth seemed to chatter with cold—" This

is a cauld an an eerie night to be sae late on Anneslie Muir ! " and immediately it glided aAvay . AndreAv Jay a few minutes iu a trance ; and then arisin " from his cold bed , ran hastily towards the

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