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Thomas Aldrich

An Old Town By the SeaThomas Bailey Aldrich An Old Town By the Sea PISCATAQUA RIVER Thou singest by the gleaming isles, By woods, and fields of corn, Thou singest, and the sunlight smiles Upon my birthday morn. But I within a city, I, So full of vague unrest, Would almost give my life to lie An h...

Marjorie DawThomas Bailey Aldrich Marjorie Daw I DR. DILLON TO EDWARD DELANEY, ESQ., AT THE PINES. NEAR RYE, N.HAugust 8, 1872.My Dear Sir: I am happy to assure you that your anxiety is without reason. Flemming will be confined to the sofa for three or four weeks, and will have to be careful at f...

The Story of a Bad BoyThomas Bailey Aldrich The Story of a Bad Boy Chapter One—In Which I Introduce Myself This is the story of a bad boy. Well, not such a very bad, but a pretty bad boy; and I ought to know, for I am, or rather I was, that boy myself.Lest the title should mislead the reader, I h...

The Cruise of the DolphinThomas Bailey Aldrich The Cruise of the Dolphin (An episode from The Story of a Bad Boy, the narrator being Tom Bailey, the hero of the tale.) Every Rivermouth boy looks upon the sea as being in some way mixed up with his destiny. While he is yet a baby lying in his cradl...

Quite SoThomas Bailey Aldrich Quite So I Of course that was not his name. Even in the State of Maine, where it is still a custom to maim a child for life by christening him Arioch or Shadrach or Ephraim, nobody would dream of calling a boy “Quite So.” It was merely a nickname which we gave him in...

A Struggle For LifeThomas Bailey Aldrich A Struggle For Life One morning as I was passing through Boston Common, which lies between my home and my office, I met a gentleman lounging along The Mall. I am generally preoccupied when walking, and often thread my way through crowded streets without di...

The Sisters' Tragedy, with Other Poems, Lyrical and DramaticThomas Bailey Aldrich The Sisters' Tragedy, with Other Poems, Lyrical and Dramatic THE SISTERS' TRAGEDY A. D. 1670 AGLAE, a widow MURIEL, her unmarried sister. IT happened once, in that brave land that lies For half the twelvemonth wrapt...

A Midnight FantasyThomas Bailey Aldrich A Midnight Fantasy I It was close upon eleven o’clock when I stepped out of the rear vestibule of the Boston Theatre, and, passing through the narrow court that leads to West Street, struck across the Common diagonally. Indeed, as I set foot on the Tremont ...

Mademoiselle Olympe ZabriskiThomas Bailey Aldrich Mademoiselle Olympe Zabriski I We are accustomed to speak with a certain light irony of the tendency which women have to gossip, as if the sin itself, if it is a sin, were of the gentler sex, and could by no chance be a masculine peccadillo. So fa...

The Stillwater TragedyThomas Bailey Aldrich The Stillwater Tragedy I It is close upon daybreak. The great wall of pines and hemlocks that keep off the west wind from Stillwater stretches black and indeterminate against the sky. At intervals a dull, metallic sound, like the guttural twang of a vio...