Arthur Machen

In the heat of battle, with tens of thousands of Germans descending on the British trenches and all hope lost, a man prays to Saint George.

In autumn Mr. Charles Salisbury was hard up and determined to embark in literature. He succeeded to a small income. London has nothing to be ashamed of in the way of crime, but Harlesden as an...

My father, Major-General Wyn Leicester, a distinguished officer of artillery, succumbed five years ago to a complicated liver complaint acquired in the deadly climate of India. My brother Francis,...