The Ingoldsby Legends; or, Mirth and Marvels

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Thomas Ingoldsby. The Ingoldsby Legends; or, Mirth and Marvels

The Ingoldsby Legends; or, Mirth and Marvels

Table of Contents

MEMOIR

PREFACE TO THE SECOND EDITION

THE SPECTRE OF TAPPINGTON

THE NURSE'S STORY

PATTY MORGAN THE MILKMAID'S STORY

GREY DOLPHIN

THE GHOST

THE CYNOTAPH

MRS. BOTHERBY'S STORY

LEGEND OF HAMILTON TIGHE

THE WITCHES' FROLIC

SINGULAR PASSAGE IN THE LIFE OF THE LATE HENRY HARRIS, DOCTOR IN DIVINITY

THE JACKDAW OF RHEIMS

A LAY OF ST. DUNSTAN

A LAY OF ST. GENGULPHUS

A LAY OF ST. ODILLE

A LAY OF ST. NICHOLAS

THE LADY ROHESIA

THE TRAGEDY

MR. BARNEY MAGUIRE'S ACCOUNT OF THE CORONATION

THE "MONSTRE" BALLOON

HON. MR. SUCKLETHUMBKIN'S STORY. —— THE EXECUTION

SOME ACCOUNT OF A NEW PLAY

ACT I

ACT II

ACT III

ACT IV

ACT V

MR. PETERS'S STORY. — THE BAGMAN'S DOG

APPENDIX.[18]

THE BLACK MOUSQUETAIRE

SIR RUPERT THE FEARLESS

THE MERCHANT OF VENICE

THE AUTO-DA-FÉ

THE INGOLDSBY PENANCE!

NETLEY ABBEY

FRAGMENT

NELL COOK!!

NURSERY REMINISCENCES

AUNT FANNY

MISADVENTURES AT MARGATE

THE SMUGGLER'S LEAP

BLOUDIE JACKE OF SHREWSBERRIE,

THE BABES IN THE WOOD; OR, THE NORFOLK TRAGEDY

THE DEAD DRUMMER

A ROW IN AN OMNIBUS (BOX)

THE LAY OF ST. CUTHBERT;

THE LAY OF ST. ALOYS

THE LAY OF THE OLD WOMAN CLOTHED IN GREY

RAISING THE DEVIL

THE LAY OF ST MEDARD

THE LORD OF THOULOUSE

THE WEDDING-DAY;

THE BLASPHEMER'S WARNING

THE BROTHERS OF BIRCHINGTON

THE KNIGHT AND THE LADY

THE HOUSE-WARMING!!

THE FORLORN ONE

JERRY JARVIS'S WIG

UNSOPHISTICATED WISHES

Miscellaneous Poems

HERMANN; OR, THE BROKEN SPEAR

HINTS FOR AN HISTORICAL PLAY;

MARIE MIGNOT

THE TRUANTS

THE POPLAR

MY LETTERS

NEW-MADE HONOUR

THE CONFESSION

EPIGRAM

SONG

EPIGRAM

SONG

AS I LAYE A-THYNKYNGE

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Thomas Ingoldsby

Published by Good Press, 2022

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"What on earth has Miss Simpkinson discovered there?" continued Tom; "something of interest. See how fast she is writing."

The diversion was effectual: every one looked towards Miss Simpkinson, who, far too ethereal for "creature comforts," was seated apart on the dilapidated remains of an altar-tomb, committing eagerly to paper something that had strongly impressed her: the air,—the eye "in a fine frenzy rolling,"—all betokened that the divine afflatus was come. Her father rose, and stole silently towards her.

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