Adelaide Anne Procter

I början av 1800-talet blev romanläsandet en populär sysselsättning. Nya tryckmetoder och bättre kommunikationer spred den nya underhållningsformen. Tekniska och vetenskapliga framsteg som järnvägar och elektricitet, tillsammans med spiritism och andra flugor, förändrade världen. Horace Walpole hade skrivit sin skräckroman Borgen i Otranto några årtionden tidigare, och 1818 kom Mary Shelleys Frankenstein. Sådana böcker blev början till en våg av gotisk skräck i framför allt Storbritannien mer eller mindre övernaturliga berättelser i miljöer med vittrande slott, åskväder, sönderslitna moln och månsken över upprörda hav, alltsammans befolkat av hålögda adelsmän och bleka jungfrur. Många av de som skrev gotisk skräck var kvinnor, och några av dem finns i den här samlingen. Inte bara deras noveller och romaner var förfärande och utmanande, utan kanske ännu mer deras sätt att leva: ogifta; boende ensamma; boende med gifta män; till och med boende med andra kvinnor! Novellerna i boken är skrivna mellan 1840- och 90-talen, av författare som systrarna Brontë, George Eliot och Charlotte Perkins Gilman, och förtjänar mycket väl att läsas än i dag.

Reprint of the original, first published in 1883.

Reprint of the original, first published in 1883.

Legends and Lyrics. Part I, has been considered an important book throughout the human history. So that this work is never forgotten we have made efforts in its preservation by republishing this book in a modern format for present and future generations. The whole book has been reformatted, retyped and designed. This book is not made of scanned copies and hence the text is clear and readable.

In the spring of the year 1853, I observed, as conductor of the weekly journal Household Words, a short poem among the proffered contributions, very different, as I thought, from the shoal of verses perpetually setting through the office of such a periodical, and possessing much more merit. Its authoress was quite unknown to me. She was one Miss Mary Berwick, whom I had never heard of; and she was to be addressed by letter, if addressed at all, at a circulating library in the western district of London. Through this channel, Miss Berwick was informed that her poem was accepted, and was invited to send another. She complied, and became a regular and frequent contributor. Many letters passed between the journal and Miss Berwick, but Miss Berwick herself was never seen. How we came gradually to establish, at the office of Household Words, that we knew all about Miss Berwick, I have never discovered. But we settled somehow, to our complete satisfaction, that she was governess in a family; that she went to Italy in that capacity, and returned; and that she had long been in the same family. We really knew nothing whatever of her, except that she was remarkably business-like, punctual, self-reliant, and reliable: so I suppose we insensibly invented the rest. For myself, my mother was not a more real personage to me, than Miss Berwick the governess became.