Literary

PAREILS AUX NOCTURNES TRESORS,
LES GROS CERCUEILS ECUSSONES
  LARMES D'ARGENT ET BLASONS D'OR  
ECOUTENT L'HEURE ECLATANTE DES GLAS
QUE LES CLOCHES JETTENT, LA-BAS by SIR FRANK BRANGWYN

PAREILS AUX NOCTURNES TRESORS, LES GROS CERCUEILS ECUSSONES LARMES D'ARGENT ET BLASONS D'OR ECOUTENT L'HEURE ECLATANTE DES GLAS QUE LES CLOCHES JETTENT, LA-BAS

'W G' by CHARLES EDMUND BROCK

'W G'

A VERY AGREEABLE CONCERT by CHARLES EDMUND BROCK

A VERY AGREEABLE CONCERT

MR THORNHILL THEN TOOK UP THE GUITAR HIMSELF by CHARLES EDMUND BROCK

MR THORNHILL THEN TOOK UP THE GUITAR HIMSELF

THEY TALKED HIM UP AS FINELY AS THEY DID ME by CHARLES EDMUND BROCK

THEY TALKED HIM UP AS FINELY AS THEY DID ME

TO PUT HIM IN SPIRITS WHEN HE SAT FOR HIS PICTURE by CHARLES EDMUND BROCK

TO PUT HIM IN SPIRITS WHEN HE SAT FOR HIS PICTURE

SUCH A LETTER COULD NOT BE READ WITHOUT PUTTING ANNE IN A GLOW by CHARLES EDMUND BROCK

SUCH A LETTER COULD NOT BE READ WITHOUT PUTTING ANNE IN A GLOW

BEING BY THE SEA ALWAYS MAKES HIM FEEL YOUNG AGAIN by CHARLES EDMUND BROCK

BEING BY THE SEA ALWAYS MAKES HIM FEEL YOUNG AGAIN

'HERE IS A NUT', SAID HE, 'TO EXEMPLIFY' by CHARLES EDMUND BROCK

'HERE IS A NUT', SAID HE, 'TO EXEMPLIFY'

BROUGHT HOME IN CONSEQUENCE OF A BAD FALL by CHARLES EDMUND BROCK

BROUGHT HOME IN CONSEQUENCE OF A BAD FALL

'THEIR GRANDMAMMA ... HUMOURS AND INDULGES THEM' by CHARLES EDMUND BROCK

'THEIR GRANDMAMMA ... HUMOURS AND INDULGES THEM'

'SO YOU ARE COME AT LAST!' by CHARLES EDMUND BROCK

'SO YOU ARE COME AT LAST!'

'HE HAD NO SCRUPLE IN CONFESSING HIS JUDGEMENT TO BE ENTIRELY ON THAT SIDE' by CHARLES EDMUND BROCK

'HE HAD NO SCRUPLE IN CONFESSING HIS JUDGEMENT TO BE ENTIRELY ON THAT SIDE'

CARLYLE by HENRY MATTHEW BROCK

CARLYLE

BYRON by HENRY MATTHEW BROCK

BYRON

HAPPY CHILDHOOD
 by HENRY MATTHEW BROCK

HAPPY CHILDHOOD

OH, GET A LIFE! by PETER BROOKES

OH, GET A LIFE!

I COULD FORCE NOTHING ON HIM BUT A FOOTMAN'S TOOTH by GORDON BROWNE

I COULD FORCE NOTHING ON HIM BUT A FOOTMAN'S TOOTH

I ONCE CAUGHT A YOUNG MALE OF THREE YEARS OLD, BUT THE IMP FELL A SQUALLING by GORDON BROWNE

I ONCE CAUGHT A YOUNG MALE OF THREE YEARS OLD, BUT THE IMP FELL A SQUALLING

THEN WOULD ENSUE SUCH A BATTLE by GORDON BROWNE

THEN WOULD ENSUE SUCH A BATTLE