F. Swanwick

Biographical details

F. Swanwick Once a Week (1861)

The amazement of the beholders was, if possible, rendered more intense, when, after the lapse of a few seconds, the identical little girl came bounding from the side of the court-yard—it seemed from among the spectators’ feet—and clasped the juggler round the knees, with every sign of affection, without the slightest marks of having undergone any injury whatever. Credat Judæus Apella, non ego, you say, or ought to say, incredulous reader, but though stranger than fiction, it is none the less true.
Source: Wikisource

F. Swanwick Once a Week (1861)

When the man seemed to have carried his rage to its utmost extremity, warned by the looks of the soldiery, that it would be as well to close the exhibition without delay, he raised his bloody sword for a moment before the eyes of the assembly, and then struck the basket smartly with it, which, falling over on its side, left exposed the place which it had before covered.
Source: Wikisource

F. Swanwick Once a Week (1861)

All the exertions of the guard could hardly prevent the excited soldiery from rushing into the arena, and tearing the man limb from limb; they ground their teeth with rage, and cursed every bone in the juggler’s body
Source: Wikisource

Get perspective with Kwize: daily news enlightened by great literature