... that well-built and red-tiled house near the churchyard gate. This is a gem, and the light of the lamp, just as the gloaming came on, made it look all the warmer in the midst of a cold grey spot.
For all that, Heddon roses are keenly bought in Northumberland Street and the villages thrive amain. So would you if you faced a few westerly gales out yonder - King Eadwin's boundary.
... the greatest pleasure on Monday was to welcome back, for the usual short leave, his son, Mr J Leadbitter Knott. This young officer had just landed in straight from trenches that are but fifteen yards off the enemy's front line, and a lot he kindly told us of what our brave men endure.
The majority of 'Tommies' have got hold of some peculiar ideas, and one is that if "your name's on the shell", you'll not come home again. Major J T Knott saw a poor fellow being carried away, wounded, on a stretcher, having been hit badly by a piece of the enemy's make. This sergeant noticed his mates looking for bits as keepsakes, such as you and I have already handled, so he asked to be given a look at the cap or top of the shell. Out spoke the dying man, "By gox, it's right; it's got an R on it." The chap's name was Robinson.
Hellfire Corner - The Knott Brothers: They Fell In Action Seventy Miles Apart But Are Now United In Death.