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...story back to the middle of the 19th century, when Thackeray was writing his voluminously graceful fictions, when Gladstone was hobbling inelegantly through London, when Queen Victoria was swishing around her palace in long dresses. Hardy was then a small boy who took special pleasure in walking through Wessex fields, dawdling to talk with old men as they drove their cattle along the roads. The moors stretched out around the village of Upper Hampton where he lived; at night the wind blew a mist across them, muffling soft sounds, making a dog's voice, searching along some far hedgerow...
Among the first editions of Hardy's novels and poems is a copy of "Wessex Tales", with a letter of presentation to Robert Browning dated May, 1888. A number of rare photographs of the writer completes the collection...
Thomas Hardy, the last of the great Victorians, is now writing only for private reading. His latest efforts, written in the seclusion of his home in Wessex, are mostly short poems, written for his friends. He has no desire, he states, that these should ever see print, or that they should ever be placed on sale. He is writing because he loves...
...desperate combat for the city of London the army of Wessex last week locked in a death grapple with the army of Mercia. Rain fell and fell until even Noah's contemporaries would have been convinced that there was going to be a flood. And finally after everyone had been soaked to the bone, the umpires decided that the sham battle had saved London for Mercia...
...there was a casualty. Prince Henry, third son of the royal house, galloping at the head of his company of Mercian Hussars fetlock deep in mud, dawn a country road, was caught in the open by advancing Wessex tanks, spitting death from their three-pound guns. He dismounted and stood grinning by the roadside in his steel helmet, crying: "I guess we're out of action!" even before the umpires wrote him down as "killed in the field of battle...