Ovid et al - "Fasti"

Oliver Fleming - "Ambrotox and Limping Dick"

P.A. Sheehan - "My New Curate"

Archibald Forbes - "Camps, Quarters, and Casual Places"

Annual Bibliography of Commonwealth Literature 2007
This paper argues that discourses of love in Ghanaian market literature for youth offer a view into complex negotiations of agency and empowerment. Drawing on Deborah Durham's notion of youth as "social `shifters'" and Francis Nyamnjoh's conception of the "interconnectedness" of agency, I take Ghanaian market literature as one specific case of how African literature for youth foregrounds questions of continuity and change as African societies enter into increasingly complex global relations. In this literature for youth, received notions of love, often constructed out of impressions from American pop and hip hop music, carry new notions of agency that compete with existing "domesticated" forms. Authors like Ike Tandoh and Evelyn Tay employ discourses of love to offer youth alternative avenues for empowerment in a context of socio-economic disenfranchizement. In a creative process of "straddling", this writing both reveals and reproduces the contradictions that obtain in youth configurations of agency.

At the Point of the Bayonet

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"The one thing I don't like is that man of his. He moves about so
noiselessly that it is like having a ghost in the room."

"It is you who are absurd, now, Louisa," the squire said. "The man
has, over and over again, proved himself to be a most faithful
friend to him. I own that it is a little trying to see him standing
behind Harry's chair, without moving, except when his master wants
something; but after all, that is less fidgety than having footmen
dodging about you.

"Well, Louisa, I will take particular heed of what you have said,
and will be mum as a mouse, until we see how the cat jumps."

Mrs. Lindsay's prevision turned out correct. Harry remained a week
longer at Parley House. Then he heard that an estate was for sale,
two miles away, and drove over quietly to inspect it. Ten days
later he wrote from London, and said that he had bought the place.

"He is the most obstinate fellow that I ever knew!" Mr. Lindsay
exclaimed, as he read the letter.

"What is it, dear?"

"He has bought Hungerford's place, and never gave me the slightest
hint of his intentions."

"Well, I think it will be very nice to have him so near us," Mrs.
Lindsay said, decidedly.

"Oh, of course, and it will be so handy for--"

"Peter, will you take another cup of tea?" his wife said, sharply;
and Mr. Lindsay knew that he had nearly put his foot in it.

A week later Harry came down again--to see, as he said, what
required to be done to the house; and he needed no persuasion to
stay at Parley Hall. To decide upon matters, he needed a great deal
of advice, both from Mrs. Lindsay and Mary; and then, having put
the house into the hands of the builders and decorators, he went up
to town again. However, he frequently ran down to see how things
were getting on and, before the alterations were all finished, Mary
had consented to become its mistress.

Abdool preferred to remain as his master's body servant, as before.
He had even, before leaving India, picked up a certain amount of
English; and had improved considerably his knowledge of the
language during the long voyage. Mary, fortunately, had not shared
in her mother's feelings about him but, on learning that he had,
several times, saved Harry's life, had taken to him greatly. He
never returned to his native land.

And although Harry and his wife talked, sometimes, of making the
voyage to India, they were never enabled to accomplish it for, as
children grew up around them, Mary was no longer free to travel.
Abdool's devotion was now divided between his master and mistress
and the little ones, who were never tired of listening to his
stories of their father's adventures.

Mr. and Mrs. Lindsay lived to an advanced age, and died within a
few weeks of each other. Harry then moved to Parley Hall, and sold
the estate he had bought; as the management of one estate, and his
duties as county magistrate, occupied as much time as he cared to
give. The only complaint made against him, by his neighbours, was
that he did not care for field sports. But, as he said, he had seen
enough bloodshed to last him his lifetime; and would neither shed
the blood of bird nor beast, though he had no quarrel with those
who liked that sort of thing.

He kept up a regular correspondence, to the end of her life, with
his old nurse; and his interest in his Indian friends never abated.
He was an old man when the Indian mutiny broke out, and two of his
grandsons took their share in the long siege of Delhi, and served
with both the forces which, under Sir Colin Campbell, fought their
way into Lucknow, and finally broke the neck of the Sepoy mutiny.

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