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February 21, 1863
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MOKE ANN A;
©r, EJje Wfjtte OTttness*
LONDON : FEBRUARY 21, 1863.
[night
MOKE ANNA,
OR THE WHITE WITNESS*
A TALE OF THE TIMES.
Dramatically divided into Parts, by the Author of
“ Matringa,” “’Ollow Arts,” “ Geronimo the
Gipsy,” “ The Dark Girl,” “ Dustman of Destiny,”
&c. &c.
PART I.—THE OVERTURE IN THE
ORCHESTRA.
CHAP. I.
“ For oh ! it was a grolling night.”
Rare Old Song.
The clock in the old Church Tower had scarcely
sounded the last stroke of one A.M., when the little
fishing village of Rederring, on the coast of Rut-
landshire, was shaken to its very foundations by
the fierce storm that dashed the towering and
hissing billows against the red-beetling crags of
the white-cliffed shore.
“ A nasty night,” growled the Coast-guardsman,
* The Author begs to inform everybody, including
his friends, that he has protected his dramatic right
in this thrillingly sensational novel, by having caused
several versions of the same to be made for Farces,
Burlesques, Melodramas and Operas, respectively. A
reduction on taking a quantity. Managers treated
with liberally. No Irish need apply. He has also
lately entered himself personally at Stationers’ Hall.
“ Mokeanna,” besides having been translated into all
the modern European and most of the Semitic lan-
guages for future publication, forms the subject of a
New Pantomime, in which the Author has lately in-
vented and registered all the Comic Scenes. Parties
attended.
FLIGHT OF THE WHITE WITNESS O’ER THE BISMAIi WOLD.
who, according to ancient custom, was sitting on
the highest point of land with his feet in hot water;
“ but I must keep my watch, silently, silently!”
Then singing in a lusty voice the old Norse ditty :—
“^With a hey, with a ho!
When the wind does blow ! ”
He cautiously lay down among the rank and damp
herbage. A small boat battling with the waves
came toward the shore. Not a soul was within it.
Onward, onward, until at length, with a fearful
lurch, it was hurled upon the shingle.
PART II.—THE PIT.
CHAP. I.
“Slay him.”
Fol de Rollo the Rova, b. i. c. 2.
Two dark forms crept from beneath the keel.
“ England at last,” said the taller of the two in
a gruff whisper.
“ Is it ? ” inquired the other. The speaker was
a short, stout, hunchbacked man, abopt six feet
three in height, enveloped in a light P-jacket
loosely thrown over his left shoulder. On his
head he wore a lofty white covering, known in dis-
tant climes as a chapeau blanc.
“ Hist! we arc watched,” cried the former, in
a stentorian voice to his companion, whom he
would have called Leonardo, had that been his
name. The Hunchback gazed upwards and re-
marked the clear blue eye of the Coast-guardsman
peering through the murky night, over the dizzy
cliff, some five hundred feet above their heads. To
climb up the perpendicular surface, clinging with
his teeth to the softer chalk projections that here
and there afforded him occasional help in his
arduous ascent, and to seize the Watcher with both
hands, was to the Hunchback the work of a moment.
‘‘Take heed below!” whispered the ruffian to
his friend on the beach, whom he had left trying
to descry the struggle by aid of a magnificent tele- j
scope.*
A human shape whirling through the air, a sharp
report as of one body striking against another, a
sound like to the breaking of glass, a muttered oath,
a groan, a deeper groan-
And all was still.
CHAP. II.
“ Speak gently of the Mister's fall.”
Colenso's Arithmetic, b. i.
“ How are you ? ” inquired the .Hunchback,
softly, leaning over the edge of the precipice.
There was no response. A fearful suspicion
flashed across his mind.
“ Instant flight,” he muttered, as drawing his
ghostly pale head-covering further over his brows,
he with slow and stately steps descended the hill.
PART III.—THE STALLS.
CHAP. I.
“ ’Tis Muley Hassan ! ”
Hee-Hawley Farm, old c. 1.
Alight in a neighbouring farmer’s stable at-
tracted liis attention. A large grated window,
* The Author suggests to opticians and others, that
during the course of this tale several splendid oppor-
tunities for advertisements will offer themselves. Par-
ticulars as to the charges for insertion of the maker’s
name in telling situations may be obtained at the office.
MOKE ANN A;
©r, EJje Wfjtte OTttness*
LONDON : FEBRUARY 21, 1863.
[night
MOKE ANNA,
OR THE WHITE WITNESS*
A TALE OF THE TIMES.
Dramatically divided into Parts, by the Author of
“ Matringa,” “’Ollow Arts,” “ Geronimo the
Gipsy,” “ The Dark Girl,” “ Dustman of Destiny,”
&c. &c.
PART I.—THE OVERTURE IN THE
ORCHESTRA.
CHAP. I.
“ For oh ! it was a grolling night.”
Rare Old Song.
The clock in the old Church Tower had scarcely
sounded the last stroke of one A.M., when the little
fishing village of Rederring, on the coast of Rut-
landshire, was shaken to its very foundations by
the fierce storm that dashed the towering and
hissing billows against the red-beetling crags of
the white-cliffed shore.
“ A nasty night,” growled the Coast-guardsman,
* The Author begs to inform everybody, including
his friends, that he has protected his dramatic right
in this thrillingly sensational novel, by having caused
several versions of the same to be made for Farces,
Burlesques, Melodramas and Operas, respectively. A
reduction on taking a quantity. Managers treated
with liberally. No Irish need apply. He has also
lately entered himself personally at Stationers’ Hall.
“ Mokeanna,” besides having been translated into all
the modern European and most of the Semitic lan-
guages for future publication, forms the subject of a
New Pantomime, in which the Author has lately in-
vented and registered all the Comic Scenes. Parties
attended.
FLIGHT OF THE WHITE WITNESS O’ER THE BISMAIi WOLD.
who, according to ancient custom, was sitting on
the highest point of land with his feet in hot water;
“ but I must keep my watch, silently, silently!”
Then singing in a lusty voice the old Norse ditty :—
“^With a hey, with a ho!
When the wind does blow ! ”
He cautiously lay down among the rank and damp
herbage. A small boat battling with the waves
came toward the shore. Not a soul was within it.
Onward, onward, until at length, with a fearful
lurch, it was hurled upon the shingle.
PART II.—THE PIT.
CHAP. I.
“Slay him.”
Fol de Rollo the Rova, b. i. c. 2.
Two dark forms crept from beneath the keel.
“ England at last,” said the taller of the two in
a gruff whisper.
“ Is it ? ” inquired the other. The speaker was
a short, stout, hunchbacked man, abopt six feet
three in height, enveloped in a light P-jacket
loosely thrown over his left shoulder. On his
head he wore a lofty white covering, known in dis-
tant climes as a chapeau blanc.
“ Hist! we arc watched,” cried the former, in
a stentorian voice to his companion, whom he
would have called Leonardo, had that been his
name. The Hunchback gazed upwards and re-
marked the clear blue eye of the Coast-guardsman
peering through the murky night, over the dizzy
cliff, some five hundred feet above their heads. To
climb up the perpendicular surface, clinging with
his teeth to the softer chalk projections that here
and there afforded him occasional help in his
arduous ascent, and to seize the Watcher with both
hands, was to the Hunchback the work of a moment.
‘‘Take heed below!” whispered the ruffian to
his friend on the beach, whom he had left trying
to descry the struggle by aid of a magnificent tele- j
scope.*
A human shape whirling through the air, a sharp
report as of one body striking against another, a
sound like to the breaking of glass, a muttered oath,
a groan, a deeper groan-
And all was still.
CHAP. II.
“ Speak gently of the Mister's fall.”
Colenso's Arithmetic, b. i.
“ How are you ? ” inquired the .Hunchback,
softly, leaning over the edge of the precipice.
There was no response. A fearful suspicion
flashed across his mind.
“ Instant flight,” he muttered, as drawing his
ghostly pale head-covering further over his brows,
he with slow and stately steps descended the hill.
PART III.—THE STALLS.
CHAP. I.
“ ’Tis Muley Hassan ! ”
Hee-Hawley Farm, old c. 1.
Alight in a neighbouring farmer’s stable at-
tracted liis attention. A large grated window,
* The Author suggests to opticians and others, that
during the course of this tale several splendid oppor-
tunities for advertisements will offer themselves. Par-
ticulars as to the charges for insertion of the maker’s
name in telling situations may be obtained at the office.