Sacred to the Memory ofGLORIA DE LARA, DUCHESS OF RAVENSDALE,The mighty Champion of Women’s Freedomand the Saviour of her People.As also to that of Evelyn, the good Duke of Ravensdale,and the beloved and revered Lady Flora Desmond.Their names are engraved in the hearts of millions nowand for all time. Amen.
Sacred to the Memory ofGLORIA DE LARA, DUCHESS OF RAVENSDALE,The mighty Champion of Women’s Freedomand the Saviour of her People.As also to that of Evelyn, the good Duke of Ravensdale,and the beloved and revered Lady Flora Desmond.Their names are engraved in the hearts of millions nowand for all time. Amen.
Sacred to the Memory of
GLORIA DE LARA, DUCHESS OF RAVENSDALE,
The mighty Champion of Women’s Freedom
and the Saviour of her People.
As also to that of Evelyn, the good Duke of Ravensdale,
and the beloved and revered Lady Flora Desmond.
Their names are engraved in the hearts of millions now
and for all time. Amen.
Surely Gloria had triumphed? What greater reward did she hope for than the welfare and love of the people?
MAREMNA’S DREAM.A soft wind sweeps across Maremna’s form,She starts, and springs from off her heath’ry couch.It was a dream, and yet not all a dream;For scenes which in her wand’rings she’s beheldHave throng’d that vision. She has seen againThat which has cross’d her in the paths of men,That which has taught her life’s reality.Yet deep within, Maremna’s soul is stirr’dBy that bright vision of a fight well won,A gleam of hope that yet these things shall be,That freedom shall not ever droop and pine,But strike a blow for glorious liberty.A waking vision to Maremna’s soul,Yet none the less inspiring, for the gleamWhich first awoke within her mightier halfHas glow’d and burnt into a fervent flame,which none but God can ever extinguish.A blood-red sunset!Bathed in its glow Maremna stands alone,Alone where oft in childhood she has play’d.The vision is before her bright and clear—Lo! it awakes her from a living trance,Bids her arise and buckle on her mail.Far off she hears the busy din of war,And knows that duty calls her to the fray.In that brief hour Maremna’s vow is made.Low sinks the sun, and gloom o’erspreads the earth,As down the rugged mountain side she wendsHer way. Maremna’s high resolve is ta’en—Faithful till Death to be, unto her vow.
MAREMNA’S DREAM.A soft wind sweeps across Maremna’s form,She starts, and springs from off her heath’ry couch.It was a dream, and yet not all a dream;For scenes which in her wand’rings she’s beheldHave throng’d that vision. She has seen againThat which has cross’d her in the paths of men,That which has taught her life’s reality.Yet deep within, Maremna’s soul is stirr’dBy that bright vision of a fight well won,A gleam of hope that yet these things shall be,That freedom shall not ever droop and pine,But strike a blow for glorious liberty.A waking vision to Maremna’s soul,Yet none the less inspiring, for the gleamWhich first awoke within her mightier halfHas glow’d and burnt into a fervent flame,which none but God can ever extinguish.A blood-red sunset!Bathed in its glow Maremna stands alone,Alone where oft in childhood she has play’d.The vision is before her bright and clear—Lo! it awakes her from a living trance,Bids her arise and buckle on her mail.Far off she hears the busy din of war,And knows that duty calls her to the fray.In that brief hour Maremna’s vow is made.Low sinks the sun, and gloom o’erspreads the earth,As down the rugged mountain side she wendsHer way. Maremna’s high resolve is ta’en—Faithful till Death to be, unto her vow.
MAREMNA’S DREAM.
MAREMNA’S DREAM.
A soft wind sweeps across Maremna’s form,She starts, and springs from off her heath’ry couch.It was a dream, and yet not all a dream;For scenes which in her wand’rings she’s beheldHave throng’d that vision. She has seen againThat which has cross’d her in the paths of men,That which has taught her life’s reality.Yet deep within, Maremna’s soul is stirr’dBy that bright vision of a fight well won,A gleam of hope that yet these things shall be,That freedom shall not ever droop and pine,But strike a blow for glorious liberty.A waking vision to Maremna’s soul,Yet none the less inspiring, for the gleamWhich first awoke within her mightier halfHas glow’d and burnt into a fervent flame,which none but God can ever extinguish.A blood-red sunset!Bathed in its glow Maremna stands alone,Alone where oft in childhood she has play’d.The vision is before her bright and clear—Lo! it awakes her from a living trance,Bids her arise and buckle on her mail.Far off she hears the busy din of war,And knows that duty calls her to the fray.In that brief hour Maremna’s vow is made.Low sinks the sun, and gloom o’erspreads the earth,As down the rugged mountain side she wendsHer way. Maremna’s high resolve is ta’en—Faithful till Death to be, unto her vow.
A soft wind sweeps across Maremna’s form,
She starts, and springs from off her heath’ry couch.
It was a dream, and yet not all a dream;
For scenes which in her wand’rings she’s beheld
Have throng’d that vision. She has seen again
That which has cross’d her in the paths of men,
That which has taught her life’s reality.
Yet deep within, Maremna’s soul is stirr’d
By that bright vision of a fight well won,
A gleam of hope that yet these things shall be,
That freedom shall not ever droop and pine,
But strike a blow for glorious liberty.
A waking vision to Maremna’s soul,
Yet none the less inspiring, for the gleam
Which first awoke within her mightier half
Has glow’d and burnt into a fervent flame,
which none but God can ever extinguish.
A blood-red sunset!
Bathed in its glow Maremna stands alone,
Alone where oft in childhood she has play’d.
The vision is before her bright and clear—
Lo! it awakes her from a living trance,
Bids her arise and buckle on her mail.
Far off she hears the busy din of war,
And knows that duty calls her to the fray.
In that brief hour Maremna’s vow is made.
Low sinks the sun, and gloom o’erspreads the earth,
As down the rugged mountain side she wends
Her way. Maremna’s high resolve is ta’en—
Faithful till Death to be, unto her vow.
THE END.Printed by Hazell, Watson, & Viney Ld., London and Aylesbury.
THE END.Printed by Hazell, Watson, & Viney Ld., London and Aylesbury.
THE END.
Printed by Hazell, Watson, & Viney Ld., London and Aylesbury.
BY THE SAME AUTHOR.REDEEMED IN BLOOD.BYLADY FLORENCE DIXIE,Author of“The Young Castaways,” “Across Patagonia,” “In the Land of Misfortune,” etc.In Three Vols. Crown 8vo, 31s. 6d.OPINIONS OF THE PRESS.
BY THE SAME AUTHOR.REDEEMED IN BLOOD.BYLADY FLORENCE DIXIE,Author of“The Young Castaways,” “Across Patagonia,” “In the Land of Misfortune,” etc.In Three Vols. Crown 8vo, 31s. 6d.OPINIONS OF THE PRESS.
BY THE SAME AUTHOR.
REDEEMED IN BLOOD.
BY
LADY FLORENCE DIXIE,
Author of
“The Young Castaways,” “Across Patagonia,” “In the Land of Misfortune,” etc.
In Three Vols. Crown 8vo, 31s. 6d.
OPINIONS OF THE PRESS.
“A novel of stirring adventure, but also one with a purpose.”—Morning Post.
“In this novel, Lady Florence Dixie inculcates her well-known theories about the education and position of women. The way is paved for various thrilling adventures.”—Times.
“Lady Florence Dixie has the courage of her opinions; she writes freely and frankly, with a natural grace of manner that makes her works interesting and readable, and she has the art of writing a good story while enforcing her theories. There is plenty of excitement, adventure, and interest in the story, and, apart from its too startling title, Lady Florence Dixie’s novel will commend itself to the reading public.”—Life.
“Under whatever impression the book is first opened, it is likely to be perused for its own sake to the end.”—Sunday Times.
“Carries us through at breathless speed.”—Truth.
“That Lady Florence Dixie can write well, is shown not only by her natural sketchMœva, but by the character of Lady Ettrick, and her charming sketches at the opening of the youthful lovers Rory and Lorna, who certainly do not bend to the customs of conventional society. Whatever else be said for or against the novel it is indubitably exciting.”—Academy.
“Lady Florence is a vivacious writer; many of her social sketches are very happy, and among her faults she certainly does not number that of dulness.”—Literary World.
“Lady Florence Dixie always writes brightly ... her dominant qualities are to be found in ‘Redeemed in Blood.’”—World.
“On the subject of rational dress and the prevailing system of bringing up young people, Lady Florence is neither silent nor soft spoken; she has very pronounced opinions as to the way in which girls should be brought up, and she gives free expression to them. She writes naturally, sensibly, and skilfully.”—Scotsman.
“It is written with so much dash and go, and there is so much delightfully fresh incident in it, that it is eminently readable.”—Glasgow Herald.
“There is no sham romanticism in the book; its literary workmanship is vigorous. Whatever else Lady Florence may be, she is emphatically original.”—Scottish Leader.
“The opening chapter contains some capital descriptive wanting, and the interest is most cleverly kept up to the end.”—Newcastle Chronicle.
NEW WORK FOR THE YOUNG.By the Author of “The Young Castaways.”ANIWEE;OR, THE WARRIOR QUEEN.A Tale of the Araucanian Indians.ByLADY FLORENCE DIXIE.Large Crown 8vo, with Illustrations, 5s.[In preparation.London: HENRY & Co., 6, Bouverie Street, E.C.Price 5s. Illustrated.RAYMI;OR, THE CHILDREN OF THE SUN.A Tale of Adventure.ByCLIVE HOLLAND,Author of “The Golden Hawk,” etc.OPINIONS OF THE PRESS.
NEW WORK FOR THE YOUNG.By the Author of “The Young Castaways.”ANIWEE;OR, THE WARRIOR QUEEN.A Tale of the Araucanian Indians.ByLADY FLORENCE DIXIE.Large Crown 8vo, with Illustrations, 5s.[In preparation.London: HENRY & Co., 6, Bouverie Street, E.C.Price 5s. Illustrated.RAYMI;OR, THE CHILDREN OF THE SUN.A Tale of Adventure.ByCLIVE HOLLAND,Author of “The Golden Hawk,” etc.OPINIONS OF THE PRESS.
NEW WORK FOR THE YOUNG.
By the Author of “The Young Castaways.”
ANIWEE;
OR, THE WARRIOR QUEEN.
A Tale of the Araucanian Indians.
ByLADY FLORENCE DIXIE.
Large Crown 8vo, with Illustrations, 5s.[In preparation.
London: HENRY & Co., 6, Bouverie Street, E.C.
Price 5s. Illustrated.
RAYMI;
OR, THE CHILDREN OF THE SUN.
A Tale of Adventure.
ByCLIVE HOLLAND,
Author of “The Golden Hawk,” etc.
OPINIONS OF THE PRESS.
“An attractive tale of adventure.”—Morning Post.
“We have had a great many stories of adventure showered upon us.... Some of these have been good, some, a large proportion, bad: many indifferent.... ‘Raymi’ is more good than indifferent; it is certainly very far from being a bad book of its kind.”—Daily News.
“There is much quaint and fresh interest about this well-written story of adventures and wonders in far-away lands.... The relations of the girl (Clara Savill) to the crew and her father are touched in with a firm hand, and delineated in a way that invests this part of the narrative with all the charm of truth to nature.... Let it suffice that in ‘Raymi’ we have a good stirring story of adventure, which is marred neither by improbability nor extravagance.”—Public Opinion.
“A tale of adventure and peril of surpassing interest is comprised in this large and handsome volume.... It possesses all the traits that go to captivate attention.”—Aberdeen Journal.
“A really cleverly written story of stirring sea fights and buccaneering deeds, and strange adventures among a strange people.... Mr. Holland conducts his hero through many marvellous nautical and terrestrial experiences with a skill which seems to us not to fall very far behind that of Mr. Clark Russell.... ‘Raymi’ has not a single fault that we can discover.”—Glasgow Herald.
“We have here a book to delight the heart and stir the pulse of adventurous youth, besides containing much matter to interest ‘children of older growth.’... The author’s story is all his own, and is not unworthy in plot and vividness of the reputation won by his earlier work. The author traces with no little skill and graphic power the remote wanderings and strange and thrilling experiences of one Hugh Carton, a sailor lad, in distant parts.”—Birmingham Daily Post.
“This admirable romance. The adventures of the hero amongst ‘marvellous scenes and marvellous people’ are related most vividly and with considerable skill.... The sea fights and perils and dangers of the deep are also very well done.”—Newcastle Dally Chronicle.
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