Louise Mack, My valley (nonfiction)

Last week I was out walking up the North Shore line, when I came to the bottom of a steep path suddenly, and – it all seems like a dream. Half an hour from the city, and you leave the red red road, and turn away westward. The path falls steeply, falls, falls,...
Agnes Murphy, To Aimee (poetry)

Agnes Murphy, To Aimee (poetry)

by Agnes Murphy (1865-1931) On Wednesday, Teresa Pitt posted an article on this fascinating author, in which she referred to the following poem. Published posthumously in June 1831, it was prefaced by this editorial note: “This, the last and one of the few poems...