The weekend reading of a Victorian family
Visiting my brother-in-law recently, I spent a happy half hour browsing through the old family books in the Nursery. Several generations of small children have enjoyed playing in this sunny upstairs room. Their literary tastes have changed a good deal, however. I am not convinced that this late nineteenth century thriller would keep our own children absorbed for long:
What a page-turner that must be, eh?
As for the books for grown-ups, I thought that this offering from 1868 looked electrifying.
Freaks on the fells – illustrated!
Alas, the first few sentences were so turgid that I never did get far enough to discover the freaks. I suspect that the front page is the best of all: better to leave the contents to the fevered imagination.
The mind boggles.
See also: You shall have a fishy…