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@asls.org.ukSep 25, 2026, 1:32 PM

“Stevenson relates examples of vivid dreams at length, as illustrations of this detailed, indigenous creation of narrative material, but also as a pathology which leads to the reification of such dream residuum in the Strange Case of Dr Jekyll & Mr Hyde…”
#C19
www.thebottleimp.org.uk/2018/07/that...

@asls.org.ukSep 25, 2026, 1:32 PM

From breakfast on through all the day
At home among my friends I stay,
But every night I go abroad
Afar into the land of Nod…

—Robert Louis Stevenson, “The Land of Nod”
from A CHILD’S GARDEN OF VERSES (1885)

Today, 25 Sept, is #WorldDreamDay
#C19 #poem #poetry #dreams #kidlit #Booksky 💙📚

The Land of Nod by Robert Louis Stevenson From breakfast on through all the day At home among my friends I stay, But every night I go abroad Afar into the land of Nod. All by myself I have to go, With none to tell me what to do — All alone beside the streams And up the mountain-sides of dreams. The strangest things are there for me, Both things to eat and things to see, And many frightening sights abroad Till morning in the land of Nod. Try as I like to find the way, I never can get back by day, Nor can remember plain and clear The curious music that I hear.Pen and ink illustration by Charles Robinson (1870–1937) to Stevenson’s poem "The Land of Nod". The image is tall and thin; the right side is dominated by a black crag (or possibly a strange tree-trunk), in front of which, in the bottom right-hand corner, stand two fantastical bird-like creatures with scruffy feathers and outsized, beaked heads. Although not overtly threatening or frightening, they are unsettling in their appearance. Behind them, a small child, head bowed, toils up-slope with the aid of a staff. Strange, twisted outcrops and buildings are in the background, and in the distance another child can be seen floating serenely on a cloud. In the top left-hand corner, a giant, long-nosed face peers over the top of the cliff. Caption: "Up the mountain sides of dreams"
@asls.org.ukSep 24, 2026, 12:41 PM

Blows the wind to-day, and the sun and the rain are flying,
Blows the wind on the moors to-day and now,
Where about the graves of the martyrs the whaups are crying,
My heart remembers how!

—Robert Louis Stevenson, “To S. R. Crockett (In Reply to a Dedication)”
#poem #poetry #C19

Robert Louis Stevenson To S. R. Crockett (In Reply to a Dedication) Blows the wind to-day, and the sun and the rain are flying, Blows the wind on the moors to-day and now, Where about the graves of the martyrs the whaups are crying, My heart remembers how! Gray recumbent tombs of the dead in desert places, Standing stones on the vacant wine-red moor, Hills of sheep, and the howes of the silent vanished races, And winds, austere and pure: Be it granted me to behold you again in dying, Hills of home! and to hear again the call; Hear about the graves of the martyrs the peewees crying, And hear no more at all.
@asls.org.ukSep 24, 2026, 12:41 PM

THE RAIDERS
Currently on BBC Sounds

SR Crockett’s THE RAIDERS (1894), “Scotland’s forgotten bestseller”, is a classic of Scottish literature – full of kidnap, love & breathless adventure, set in the wild Galloway landscape. Adapted by Clara Glynn
#C19 #Booksky 💙📚
www.bbc.co.uk/sounds/play/...

@asls.org.ukSep 24, 2026, 12:41 PM

SR Crockett (1859–1914) was born #OTD, 24 Sep. A bestselling author of 60+ novels, he fell from fashion, his books dismissed as “kailyard”. But Tolkien cites Crockett as an inspiration, & in VIDA, or THE IRON LORD (1907) he possibly wrote the first car chase in fiction
#C19 💙📚
1890s.ca/crockett_bio/

Samuel Rutherford Crockett. Photograph by Elliott & Fry. The Critic, September 1905. P. 200. Wikimedia Commons. Crockett is bearded, and wears a jacket buttoned all the way up to his neck. His left hand rests in his jacket pocket and he is holding a book, casually, in his right. The photograph is in black and white.
@asls.org.ukSep 21, 2026, 1:23 PM

“Scott’s death at Abbotsford, 21st September 1832”
Sir William Allan (1782–1850), watercolour on paper
Scottish National Portrait Gallery
#romanticism #C19
www.nationalgalleries.org/art-and-arti...

Watercolour sketch of the interior of Walter Scott’s bedroom at Abbotsford. The room is in a gothic-medieval style, but is quite light and airy. A dark, unlit fireplace is on the right-hand edge. Further back, on the left, is Scott’s four-poster bed, draped in white. Scott’s body can be seen through a gauzy curtain, illuminated by a single sunbeam. Above the image, text reads: The Original Signed Coloured Drawing by Sir William Allan, P.R.S.A., sketched on the spot, and dated Abbotsford 1832. From which the Engraving in Lockharts Life was taken. Below the image, text reads: Death of Sir Walter Scott, Bart, on Friday the 21st September, 1832 The Dining Room at Abbotsford (See in this Collection Willie Laidlaw's Note of the "Death About an Hour Ago") "It was a beautiful day – so warm, that every window was wide open – and so perfectly still, that the sound of all others most delicious to his ear, the gentle ripple of the Tweed over its pebbles was distinctly visible." Lockharts Life of Scott His Biographer relates that Sir William Allan was invited by him to Abbotsford, "To have some images preserved of the interior Apartments as occupied by the Founder"
@asls.org.ukSep 21, 2026, 1:23 PM

Call it not vain:—they do not err,
Who say, that when the Poet dies,
Mute Nature mourns her worshipper,
And celebrates his obsequies…

—from Canto V, “The Lay of the Last Minstrel” by Sir Walter Scott (1771–1832) – died #OTD, 21 September
#romanticism #C19 #poem
www.theotherpages.org/poems/canto0...

Sir Walter Scott The Lay of the Last Minstrel Canto V I. Call it not vain;—they do not err, Who say, that when the Poet dies, Mute Nature mourns her worshipper, And celebrates his obsequies: Who say, tall cliff and cavern lone For the departed Bard make moan; That mountains weep in crystal rill; That flowers in tears of balm distill; Through his lov'd groves that breezes sigh, And oaks, in deeper groan, reply; And rivers teach their rushing wave To murmur dirges round his grave II. Not that, in sooth, o'er mortal urn Those things inanimate can mourn; But that the stream, the wood, the gale Is vocal with the plaintive wail Of those, who, else forgotten long, Liv'd in the poet's faithful song, And with the poet's parting breath, Whose memory feels a second death. The Maid's pale shade, who wails her lot, That love, true love, should be forgot, From rose and hawthorn shakes the tear Upon the gentle Minstrel's bier: The phantom Knight, his glory fled, Mourns o'er the field he heap'd with dead; Mounts the wild blast that sweeps amain, And shrieks along the battle-plain. The Chief, whose antique crownlet long Still sparkled in the feudal song, Now, from the mountain's misty throne, Sees, in the thanedom once his own, His ashes undistinguish'd lie, His place, his power, his memory die: His groans the lonely caverns fill, His tears of rage impel the rill: All mourn the Minstrel's harp unstrung, Their name unknown, their praise unsung.
@norwayskandinavien.bsky.socialSep 17, 2026, 1:28 PM

#Corona #Luftreiniger #Covid #C19 #SARSCoV2 #CovidIsNotOver #covidisairborne #CleanAir #CoronaVirus #TragtMaske #RSV #H5N1 #GrippeViren #Norwegen #IgnoringCovidIsDeadly

Auch im #Urlaub habe ich meine #Maske 😷, #Luftreiniger und #Desinfektionsmittel mit dabei💪

Bitte #TragtMaske auch im Urlaub 😷💪

Luftreiniger, Maske und Desinfektionsmittel, dahinter ein Fenster mit Ausblick auf die Berge mit Fjord.Luftreiniger, Maske und Desinfektionsmittel, dahinter ein Fenster mit Ausblick auf die Berge mit Fjord.Ein Luftreiniger steht im Wohnzimmer in der Ecke.
@asls.org.ukSep 17, 2026, 12:38 PM

“John Bull is ignorant of the States; he is probably ignorant of India; but, considering his opportunities, he is far more ignorant of countries nearer his own door…”

—Robert Louis Stevenson, “The Foreigner at Home”
MEMORIES & PORTRAITS (1887) via @gutenberg.org
#C19
www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/381

It is so, perhaps, in all countries; perhaps in all, men are most ignorant of the foreigners at home. John Bull is ignorant of the States; he is probably ignorant of India, but, considering his opportunities, he is far more ignorant of countries nearer his own door. There is one country, for instance—its frontier not so far from London, its people closely akin, its language the same in all essentials with the English—of which I will go bail he knows nothing. His ignorance of the sister kingdom cannot be described; it can only be illustrated by anecdote. I once travelled with a man of plausible manners and good intelligence—a University man, as the phrase goes—a man, besides, who had taken his degree in life and knew a thing or two about the age we live in. We were deep in talk, whirling between Peterborough and London; among other things, he began to describe some piece of legal injustice he had recently encountered, and I observed in my innocence that things were not so in Scotland. “I beg your pardon,” said he, “this is a matter of law.” He had never heard of the Scots law; nor did he choose to be informed. The law was the same for the whole country, he told me roundly; every child knew that. At last, to settle matters, I explained to him that I was a member of a Scottish legal body, and had stood the brunt of an examination in the very law in question. Thereupon he looked me for a moment full in the face and dropped the conversation. This is a monstrous instance, if you like, but it does not stand alone in the experience of Scots.
@c19podcast.bsky.socialSep 17, 2026, 12:29 AM

Our September episode is out! Follow host Andrew Thibaudeau into the world of mesmerism by way of a years-long (often humorous) exchange between a man named Luther Stubbins and editor of the Boston Investigator. Listen wherever you get your podcasts! buff.ly/OkMJi0C

#c19 #mesmerism #pseudoscience

@asls.org.ukSep 16, 2026, 4:45 PM

I’ll sing a song of Glasgow town,
That stands on either side
The river that was once so fair,
The much insulted Clyde…

—Marion Bernstein, “A Song of Glasgow Town”
from A SONG OF GLASGOW TOWN: The collected poems of Marion Bernstein (ASL, 2013)
#C19 #poem #poetry
asls.org.uk/publications...

A Song of Glasgow Town Marion Bernstein I’ll sing a song of Glasgow town, That stands on either side The river that was once so fair, The much insulted Clyde. That stream, once pure, but now so foul, Was never made to be A sewer, just to bear away The refuse to the sea. Oh, when will Glasgow’s factories Cease to pollute its tide, And let the Glasgow people see The beauty of the Clyde! I’ll sing a song of Glasgow town: On every side I see A crowd of giant chimney stalks As grim as grim can be. There’s always smoke from some of them— Some black, some brown, some grey. Yet genius has invented means To burn the smoke away. Oh, when will Glasgow factories Cease to pollute the air; To spread dull clouds o’er sunny skies That should be bright and fair! I’ll sing a song of Glasgow town, Where wealth and want abound; Where the high seat of learning dwells ’Mid ignorance profound. Oh, when will Glasgow make a rule To do just what she ought— Let starving bairns in every school Be fed as well as taught! And when will Glasgow city be Fair Caledonia’s pride, And boast her clear unclouded skies, And crystal-flowing Clyde?
@asls.org.ukSep 16, 2026, 4:45 PM

“Published mainly in the Glasgow Weekly Mail and Glasgow Weekly Herald, her poems could reach an audience in excess of 200,000 readers… yet Marion Bernstein has a good claim to being the greatest Scottish feminist we’ve never heard of”
#C19 #womenwriters
www.scottishreviewofbooks.org/2013/11/glas...

@asls.org.ukSep 16, 2026, 4:45 PM

Wanted a husband who doesn’t suppose,
That all earthly employments one feminine knows—
That she’ll scrub, do the cleaning, and cooking, and baking,
And plain needlework, hats and caps, and dressmaking…

—“Wanted A Husband”, by Marion Bernstein (1846–1906), born #OTD, 16 Sept
🎂🧵
#C19 #poem #poetry

Wanted a Husband Marion Bernstein ‘Baking and cooking, scrubbing and dressing Accomplishments grand, well worth possessing; Economy too, with wisdom discreet, My wife must practise to make all ends meet.’ —Eleve. Wanted a husband who doesn’t suppose, That all earthly employments one feminine knows— That she’ll scrub, do the cleaning, and cooking, and baking, And plain needlework, hats and caps, and dressmaking. Do the family washing, yet always look neat, Mind the bairns, with a temper unchangeably sweet, Be a cheerful companion, whenever desired, And contentedly toil day and night, if required. Men expecting as much, one may easily see, But they’re not what is wanted, at least, not by me. Wanted a husband who’s tender and true, Who will stick to his duty, and never get ‘fou,’ But when all his day’s work he has blithely gone through, Help his wife, ‘set to rights,’ till her work is done too; Who will not absurdly, and helplessly go, And trouble the wife about ‘buttons to sew,’ On his shirt, or his gloves, or his coat, or his vest, But will sew them himself, and not think he’s oppressed. Now, if such a lad you should happen to see, He’s wanted by many, but yet—not by me!
@asls.org.ukSep 16, 2026, 1:06 PM

At once both achingly sad & unsentimental, “A Hegira” is included in THIRTEEN STORIES by R.B. Cunninghame Graham, which can be downloaded as a free ebook from @gutenberg.org
#Booksky 💙📚 #C19
www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/48510

@asls.org.ukSep 16, 2026, 1:06 PM

“Six warriors, a woman and a boy, captured close to Chihuahua, and sent to Mexico, the Lord knows why…”

—Robert Bontine Cunninghame Graham’s 1899 short story “A Hegira” follows a group of Mescalero Apaches & their desperate flight from Mexico City to their own lands
#WyrdWednesday #C19

The giant cypresses, tall even in the time of Montezuma, the castle of Chapultepec upon its rock (an island in the plain of Mexico), the panorama of the great city backed by the mountain range; the two volcanoes, the Popocatepetl and the Istacihuatl, and the lakes; the tigers in their cages, did not interest me so much as a small courtyard, in which, ironed and guarded, a band of Indians of the Apache tribe were kept confined. Six warriors, a woman and a boy, captured close to Chihuahua, and sent to Mexico, the Lord knows why; for generally an Apache captured was shot at once, following the frontier rule, which without difference of race was held on both sides of the Rio Grande, that a good Indian must needs be dead. Silent and stoical the warriors sat, not speaking once in a whole day, communicating but by signs; naked except the breech-clout; their eyes apparently opaque, and looking at you without sight, but seeing everything; and their demeanour less reassuring than that of the tigers in the cage hard by. All could speak Spanish if they liked, some a word or two of English, but no one heard them […]
@asls.org.ukSep 15, 2026, 2:55 PM

Trusty, dusky, vivid, true,
With eyes of gold and bramble-dew,
Steel-true and blade-straight,
The great artificer
Made my mate…

—Robert Louis Stevenson, “My Wife”
#C19

My Wife by Robert Louis Stevenson Trusty, dusky, vivid, true, With eyes of gold and bramble-dew, Steel-true and blade-straight, The great artificer Made my mate. Honour, anger, valour, fire; A love that life could never tire, Death quench or evil stir, The mighty master Gave to her. Teacher, tender, comrade, wife, A fellow-farer true through life, Heart-whole and soul-free The august father Gave to me.
@asls.org.ukSep 15, 2026, 2:55 PM

Teacher, Tender, Comrade, Wife: The Life of Fanny Van de Grift Stevenson
28 Oct, Edinburgh. £10

Pioneer of the American West, art student in Paris & explorer of the South Seas: Jane Bonnyman tells the story of Fanny’s unconventional & free-spirited life
#C19
cultureedinburgh.com/events/teach...

@harbottlestores.bsky.socialSep 13, 2026, 6:33 AM

Here goes: read my book if you want to know about scientific work in #c19 asylums. Each chapter focuses on a part of the body that was deemed important for understanding General Paralysis of the Insane (neurosyphilis). Also, it's open access and *free*.

link.springer.com/book/10.1007...

@asls.org.ukSep 11, 2026, 4:04 PM

A staged reading of Joanna Baillie’s 1798 comedy THE TRYAL. The text has been modified for the stage: it has been shortened but there is also a scene added to clarify the plot. This reading brings to life a text Baillie was unable to produce in her own day.
#C18 #C19
www.youtube.com/watch?v=E3ks...

@asls.org.ukSep 11, 2026, 4:04 PM

Joanna Baillie supported working-class poets & female writers. She inspired Byron & was considered by Harriet Martineau “second only to Shakespeare”. The @collegeofsurgeons.bsky.social of England has volumes of her work in their Research Room
#C18 #C19
www.rcseng.ac.uk/library-and-...