History & The Arts
A Victorian Christmas: Christmas in Dreamthorp
...trees scribbled upon the melancholy glory. Nor need I speak of the magnificence of a winter midnight, when space, sombre blue, crowded with star and planet, "burnished by the frost," is glittering like the harness of an archangel full panoplied against a battle day. For years and years now I have watched the seasons come and go around Dreamthorp, and each in its turn...