Liddesdale, or the Border Chief
Lawson, James Excerpt from Liddesdale, or the Border Chief: A TragedyKen. I am an old man, and in my three-score years I never found any good come of believing in dreams.Mal). A little child, trembling at the Winter's hearth, I believed in them. They say in sleep the immortal soul may read as in parables, revealment of the future.Ifen. You make me almost believe in your fear, tho' it is a foolish fear.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of...