The Wunderkammer of the Mild Colonial Boy, Esq., a Reactionary Tory Gentleman, who armed only with a Steampowered Babbage Engine and Pure Intentions, wanders the Time Streams and Aetheric Plane gathering an Eccentric Hodgepodge of Curiousities, Frivolities, Whimsicalities and Nonsense.
Q. Why is your Tumblelog called "My Ear-Trumpet Has Been Struck by Lightning"?
A. Because "My Grandmother's Ear-Trumpet Has Been Struck by Lightning" wouldn't fit in the available space.
Secret Service: The Bradys and the Magic Ring; or, The Case of the Hindoo Conjurer.
“As the conjurer waved his wand the smoke thickened. Then Harry saw a singular thing. A gigantic hand seemed to form in the vapor, and between the thumb and forefinger it held a ring. Just then Old King Brady peered in.”