Dreamers Rise

On a dreary afternoon, Harriet Carker pauses from her needlework to gaze at the scene outside her window. She often looked with compassion, ...

Charles Dickens: The passengers were landing from the packet on the pier at Calais. A low-lying place and a low-spirited place Calais wa...

Charles Dickens: I had no thought that night — none, I am quite sure — of what was soon to happen to me. But I have always remembered sinc...

Charles Dickens: The air was filled with phantoms, wandering hither and thither in restless haste, and moaning as they went. Every one of th...

"One day we walked out, a little party of three, to Albano, fourteen miles distant; possessed by a great desire to go there by the an...

Ran away, a negro woman and two children. A few days before she went off, I burnt her with a hot iron, on the left side of her face. I tri...

"It is very remarkable, that as we dream in words, and carry on imaginary conversations, in which we speak both for ourselves and for t...