Dulverton is a hunting centre, situated on the border of Somerset. Such
readers will recall, not unpleasantly, the morning bustle in the yard of
the “Lion” when there has been a meet in the neighbourhood. The rubbing
down of nags, the excitement of grooms, the greetings of red-coated
sportsmen. Among those who most enthusiastically supported the Devon and
Somerset Stag hounds at the date of this story’s commencement were Squire
Arbery and his daughter Kate. She was an excellent horsewoman, and
understood the long, precipitous coombes, and knew how to take the
deceptive moor-bog, which showed as solid ground to the uninitiated, and
was generally in at the death, when the stag, with glassy eye,
outstretched tongue, and quivering flank, fell beneath the fangs of the
pack.
Kate Arbery had performed in such scenes, times without number, and had
invariably succeeded in exciting the admiration of the field. The
admiration of one unfortunate wight had developed into a passion. His
name was Chilcott. The Chilcotts were hunting men from all time, and
Henry Chilcott valued his accomplishments because he believed they would
give him favour in the eyes of Miss Arbery. Henry was young and
enthusiastic. His brother Arthur, who was two years his senior, regarded
the infatuation of Henry as one of the heaviest misfortunes which could
have befallen him.
“Take my word for it, Harry, she has no heart,” he would say to him at
times.
But the other replied lightly that he couldn’t see how such an anatomical
omission was possible, and fell more and more hopelessly in love every
day. These people belonged to the same sphere, and opportunities for the
interchange of sentiment were frequent. Upon Henry Chilcott the effect
of such interchanges of sentiment with Kate Arbery varied. Sometimes he
would return to his home elated, beaming, and hilarious. At other times
he would come back down-hearted, misanthropic, and despairing. And his
brother, interpreting the symptoms, knew that Kate had given him high
reasons for hope, or that she had treated him with studied coldness and
hauteur. Harry’s nature was a singularly simple and unsuspecting one.
He attributed her varying moods to anything but the right cause. But
after a year of assiduous attention and of much love-making of the kind
when no word of love has been spoken, Harry Chilcott determined to know
the worst.
There had been a meet at Anstey Barrows, and after a long and exciting
chase the stag was killed at the Water’s-meet on the Lynn. But few of
those who saw the stag break were in at the death. Among those few were
Kate Arbery and her admirer. After they had witnessed the agreeable
spectacle of disembowelling “the stag of ten,” an operation completed
with great nicety and despatch by the huntsmen, they rode together slowly
in the direction of home—for their horses were by no means so fresh as
when they streamed away towards the water from Anstey Barrows. Then he
spoke. And she, full of high spirits and the keen sense of enjoyment
born of sport, at first bantered her gallant, and then snubbed him. She
was simply borne away by a fine flow of animal spirits. He accepted her
answers seriously and in silence. He had received his sentence, and he
had no right to question the wisdom of the judge. Though she might, he
thought, have been less cruelly severe in her manner of awarding it.
The grey shades of evening were closing in by the time they reached her
father’s gates. As they were flung open, Kate saw that Harry held his
horse in.
“You’ll come up to the house, will you not?” she said.
He answered sorrowfully,—
“No, I wish to say good-bye.”
“Oh! good-bye, then.”
“But I mean,” he said, “shake hands with me. For it is good-bye for
ever.”
Had he been a close observer of human nature he would have seen that Kate
reddened and then turned white. She recovered herself in a moment,
however. He approached her. She held out her hand. He bent over it and
said “Good-bye.” She felt a hot tear fall that seemed to burn through
her glove. But she only said with supreme airiness of manner,
“Good-bye,” and galloped up through the avenue of chestnuts.
Harry was as good as his word. He took the portion of goods that fell to
him, and went into a far country. And now Miss Arbery began to evince an
interest in Arthur Chilcott, which she had never before exhibited. She
made all sorts of excuses for seeing that gentleman, and at last she did
what she might have done before, confessed her love for Harry, and
commanded his brother to bring him back to her. Ladies do occasionally
make preposterous demands of this sort, imagining that it is the duty of
Society at large, to repair the evil of their own making. But Arthur was
cynical. He professed himself unable to reconcile Kate’s expressions
with Kate’s actions.
“I will prove to you that I love him. You are his brother. You shall
see my diary. You shall read my confessions. And then you will bring
him back, will you not?” she pleaded.
To a woman in her present state of mind, Arthur Chilcott knew that he
might as well say “Yes” as anything else. Besides which “yes” is more
easily said than any other word in the language. So he said it; and
received, with many injunctions as to strict secrecy, the precious diary.
It was folded up in brown paper. He put it into his pocket; took leave
of Miss Arbery and the Squire, and went home.
Arthur Chilcott, though capable of advising well when consulted about the
affairs of others, was not triumphantly discreet in the conduct of his
own. And soon after the departure of his brother, he became very badly
afflicted with the mania for that species of gambling, which goes by the
name of speculation. He dabbled in all sorts and conditions of stocks,
and in the course of a couple of years, had muddled away his whole
fortune. Chilcott Manor, with the fine grounds attached, had to be
brought to the hammer. The pictures, books, plate, and wines were duly
entered in the unsympathetic pages of the auctioneer, and Arthur came up
to London, to live in chambers, heartily wishing that he had never
indulged in any sport more hazardous than hunting the red-deer of Exmoor.
Harry Chilcott, after many wanderings in foreign lands, during the course
of which he had never forwarded an address, or any indication of the
course of his aimless adventures, arrived in London. He was tolerably
well cured of his passion—or fancied that he was, which is perhaps not
exactly the same thing. Happening to pass through Holborn one day, he
stopped at the second-hand bookshop of Mr. Whalley, and began turning
over the volumes that lay higgledy-piggledy in a deal box bearing the
intimation, “All these at fourpence.” Of course this intimation did not
mean that the whole boxful would be sold for that ridiculously inadequate
sum, but that each volume could be purchased for a simple groat. The box
contained a miscellaneous and somewhat battered assortment of literary
works. There was an odd volume of Swift’s “Letters to Stella;” a
“Euclid” minus the title page; volume the fourth of Rollin’s “Ancient
History;” three or four numbers of “Blackwood;” a “Book of Common Prayer”
with one clasp, an incomplete copy of “The Whole Duty of Man” and—
And! what is this?
Harry Chilcott took up a little book of manuscript. His hand trembled as
he opened it and gazed at the handwriting. He turned eagerly to the
flyleaf. One word was written there—
“KATE.”
It was enough. He ran into the shop, deposited fourpence, and rushed
with his prize to the Charing Cross Hotel, at which establishment,
probably for economical reasons, he was staying. He locked himself into
his room, and as he read page after page, uttered that scrap of
autobiographical intelligence, which at some time or other most of the
sons of Adam have felt impelled to repeat—“What a fool I have been!”
Against the dates of an entire twelve months were entries in which Kate
Arbery confessed her affection; entries in which she admitted regret that
she should have teased her lover; entries in which she vowed that she
would never marry mortal man unless Harry Chilcott asked her to be his.
Finally he turned to the date of the day following that upon which he had
bidden her “good-bye for ever.” And he read thus,—
“(Date.) I have not slept all night thinking of my darling. How could I
have been so cruel? He is so patient—so kind. But he did not _mean_
‘good-bye.’ It cannot be. I _must_ see him. You will come back to me,
Harry, I _know_ you will. I could cry my eyes out with vexation.”
And so on.
The infatuated man shut the book, and absolutely shouted with
exultation,—
“Yes! Kate, I have got your message, and I fly to your arms.”
Before carrying into effect this resolution he purchased garments more
suitable to the accepted lover than the rough, and, indeed, eccentric
clothes which he had picked up on his travels. Then he wrote to his
brother Arthur, believing that unhappy speculator still to be in the
neighbourhood of Dulverton, and the following evening he and his
portmanteau were delivered safe and sound at the door of the “Lion.”
There was great commotion in the principal room of that famous inn.
Indeed, a high carousal was being carried on, and loud songs and louder
laughter filled the establishment. Harry was in high spirits himself,
and would have joined the hilarious farmers had it not been that the
waiter, who conducted him to his room, informed him that the roysterers
downstairs were celebrating the marriage of Miss Kate Arbery to Parson
Snowe, a ceremony which had been performed that morning in the parish
church.
For about an hour the disappointed lover sat silent. Then he took the
Diary and wrote in it, “A wedding present for Parson Snowe.” He wrapped
the volume up, addressed it to the reverend bridegroom, and trudged to
the post-office with it. Arrived there, however, his better nature
triumphed. He went back to the “Lion,” and undoing the packet turned
once more to the page in which Kate commanded him to come back. He
reverently kissed the entry. Then he thrust Kate’s Diary into the
flames, and silently watched it burn away to white ashes.
[Picture: Decorative graphic]
* * * * *
Printed by Hazell, Watson, & Viney, Ld., London and Aylesbury.
* * * * *
ADVERTS.
NEW SIX-SHILLING NOVELS
THE YOUNG DUTCH NOVELIST, MISS WALLIS. _Cheap Edition_, 6_s._ _each_,
_of_
1. ROYAL FAVOUR. Second Edition.
“A remarkable literary phenomenon. It is modest, sober, cautious,
refined, thoughtful, serious, sensible.”—_Pall Mall_.
2. IN TROUBLED TIMES. Fourth Edition.
“It earns for her a distinct and honourable position amongst
contemporary men and women of letters.”—_Athenæum_.
* * * * *
HISTORY OF A WALKING-STICK, in Ten Notches. By RICHARD LE FREE.
“A brightly-written story contained in one nicely got-up volume, and
embracing a variety of episodes which would not be a meagre supply
for a regulation three-volumer.”—_Society_.
THE LEAVEN OF MALICE. By HAMILTON EVELAC.
“The local colouring is good, and the Scottish dialect is
successfully used, and several of the minor personages appeal at once
by their typical veracity.”—_Academy_.
“A thoroughly good old-fashioned story.”—_Morning Post_.
THE COASTGUARD’S SECRET. By R. S. HICHENS.
“Lovers of sensational fiction will find the story entirely to their
taste, full as it is of love and crime.”—_Society_.
THE OTWAY’S CHILD. By HOPE STANFORD.
“This is a story well suited to a garden chair and a warm
afternoon.”—_Daily Telegraph_.
THE BOSOM OF THE DEEP. By J. E. MUDDOCK.
“A novel eminently worth reading. . . . The plot is excellent, and
the writer shows again and again that he knows how to tell a story
with force and vigour.”—_Scotsman_.
A WAYSIDE VIOLET. By the Author of “Fair Faces and True Hearts,” “Born
to Luck,” etc.
“We are charmed with the cleverly-drawn sketch of the Dale
family.”—_Literary World_.
MEREVALE. By Mrs. JOHN BRADSHAW, Author of “Roger North.”
“Merevale is a pleasant, readable book. . . . Exceedingly bright and
clever.”—_Saturday Review_.
THE BLISS OF REVENGE. By T. E. JACOB.
“The characters are well conceived.”—_Academy_.
“Plenty of human nature in it.”—_Saturday Review_.
“The style is good, and the mode of narration taking, the interest in
the story intensifying with each succeeding chapter.”—_Newcastle
Daily Chronicle_.
THE BASILISK. By H. P. STEPHENS and WARHAM ST. LEDGER.
“The story St. Ledger and Stephens unfold
Will tend to your edification;
The plot is ingenious, the tale is well told,
And full of most startling sensation!”—_Punch_.
“Really a very clever book, well written, well devised, and the story
is well told.”—_Scotsman_.
JOBSON’S ENEMIES. By E. JENKINS.
“A very clever book full of exciting episodes, and abounding with
cynical humour and caustic epigram.”—_Truth_.
THE YOUNG MARQUISE. By MANUS.
“Lovers of sensation will revel in these pages.”—_Bookseller_.
BARTHOLOMEW LEGATE. By FLORENCE GREGG. [_Shortly_.]
IS LOVE A CRIME? By Mrs. JAGGER. [_Shortly_.]
ERNEST DACENT. By Mrs. BATTY. [_Shortly_.]
MAN OF THE PEOPLE. By JNO. ROBERTSON.
RURICK. By ANNIE GRANT.
OF SUSPICION. By JANE NUTT. [_Shortly_.]
* * * * *
TIME.
A MONTHLY MAGAZINE OF CURRENT TOPICS, LITERATURE & ART.
Edited by E. M. ABDY-WILLIAMS.
1_s._ 128 Pages. 1_s._ _Large_ 8vo.
_TIME_ represents no party or _clique_, and whilst ranking amongst the
political and literary Monthlies, it provides matter for all classes of
readers. Its Staff comprises many of the most prominent writers of the
day, amongst whom a few may be mentioned:—
E. M. ABDY-WILLIAMS. FRED. GALE, “The Old D. CHRISTIE MURRAY.
Buffer.”
F. ANSTEY, Author of T. P. O’CONNOR, M.P.
“Vice-Versa.” Miss GORDON CUMMING.
WALTER PATER, M.A.
WILLIAM ARCHER, M.A. Major ARTHUR
GRIFFITHS. Sir E. J. REED,
Rev. S. A. BARNETT. K.C.B., M.P.
Rev. H. R. HAWEIS,
A. A. BAUMANN, M.P. M.A. Mrs. J. H. RIDDELL.
WALTER BESANT. JULIAN HAWTHORNE. “RITA.”
Miss M. RICHARD JEFFERIES. J. E. THOROLD ROGERS,
BETHAM-EDWARDS. M.P.
Rev. HARRY JONES,
Dr. KARL BLIND. M.A. WILLIAM SHARP.
Lord BRABOURNE. W. F. KIRBY (Brit. G. A. SIMCOX, M.A.
Mus.).
BRET HARTE. WILLIAM SIME.
ANDREW LANG, M.A.
OSCAR BROWNING, M.A. G. R. SIMS.
T. H. LEARY, D.C.L.
Prof. LEWIS CAMPBELL, STEPNIAK.
M.A. VERNON LEE.
Rev. C. W. STUBBS,
FRANCES POWER COBBE. Mrs. LEITH ADAMS. M.A.
W. L. COURTNEY. Sir J. LUBBOCK, Prof. J. SULLY, M.A.
Bart., M.P.
MAY CROMMELIN. J. ADDINGTON SYMONDS,
JUSTIN MCCARTHY, M.P. M.A.
H. SUTHERLAND
EDWARDS. WILLIAM MACKAY. BERTHA THOMAS.
F. E. FRANCILLON. KATHARINE MACQUOID. H. D. TRAILL.
Rev. HILDERIC FRIEND, CHARLES MARVIN. Sir JULIUS VOGEL,
F.L.S. K.C.M.G.
JEAN MIDDLEMASS.
WILLIAM WALLACE.
ALFRED MILNER, M.A.
Prof. C. D. YONGE,
M.A.
NEW SERIES OF NOVELS.
3/6 each.
MRS. LEITH ADAMS.
1. GEOFFREY STERLING.
“‘Geoffrey Sterling,’ unites in a remarkable degree the many
qualities that designate Mrs. Leith Adams as one of the best of our
feminine novelists.”—_Morning Post_.
2. MADELON LEMOINE.
“A charming story, full of clever yet genial touches of
society.”—_Guardian_.
CAPTAIN MAYNE REID.
1. THE DEATH SHOT.
2. THE FLAG OF DISTRESS.
DAISY DARLING. By E. SPENCER-CHURCHILL.
“It is brimming over with quaint and lively humour.”—_Westminster
Review_.
THE PRIMA DONNA. By SARAH WILLIAMS (“Sadie”).
“Full of freshness and originality.”—_Whitehall_.
CYPRESS BEACH. By W. H. BABCOCK.
“Cypress Beach has three cogent qualifications for perusal. It is
well written, short, and readable from beginning to end.”—_Vanity
Fair_.
“It is a story of life on one of the American Southern Border States,
and the writer seems to have equal skill over character as in
description and scenery . . . a strong sense of both pathos and
humour.”—_Academy_.
FRASER TYTLER.
1. JASMINE LEIGH.
“A work of art from which all our novelists, with one or two
exceptions, might take a lesson. . . . Not a stroke is
blurred.”—_Westminster Review_.
2. MARGARET.
_New Dutch Novel_. _Second Edition_.
ANNA: The Professor’s Daughter. By MARIE DAAL.
“This is a charming Dutch novel, faithfully translated by Col.
Charles Muller. The aim of the author is to advocate the
emancipation of women and the protection of dumb animals. . . . The
reader cannot fail to be interested in it, and in the graphic
description of Dutch life and manners among the middle classes with
which the author intersperses her admirable tale.”—_Literary World_.
* * * * *
_Crown_ 8_vo_, _paper covers_, 6_d._
FRENCH ART AND ENGLISH MORALS. By JOHN TREVOR.
“The spirit of the whole pamphlet is excellent.”—_Inquirer_.
“A well-written and not unneeded homily.”—_Literary World_.
* * * * *
SWAN SONNENSCHEIN & CO.’S NEW LIST.
_Just published_, _crown_ 8_vo_, _cloth_, 2_s._ 6_d._
A SHORT HISTORY OF PARLIAMENT.
BY B. C. SKOTTOWE, M.A.
STEPNIAK’S NEW BOOK.
THE RUSSIAN STORM CLOUD; or, Russia in her Relations to her Neighbouring
States. Is now ready at all Libraries. 8vo, 12_s._ 6_d._
“Stepniak’s obvious self-restraint and moderation, combined with his
avowal of revolutionary sympathies, greatly enhance the value of his
political forecast.”—_Saturday Review_.
“The most interesting book Stepniak has yet put forth.”—_St. James’s
Gazette_.
RECONNOITRING CENTRAL ASIA. By CHARLES MARVIN. Adventures of English
and Russian Explorers, Secret Agents, and Special Correspondents in the
Region between the Caspian and India, from 1863 to 1884. With
Illustrations and Map. Second Edition. Demy 8vo, cloth gilt, 7_s._
6_d._
FROM PARIS TO PEKIN OVER SIBERIAN SNOWS: A Narrative of a Journey by
Sledge over the Snows of Russia and Siberia, by Caravan through Mongolia,
across the Gobi Desert and the Great Wall, and by Mule Palanquin through
China to Pekin. By VICTOR MEIGNAN. At all Libraries. Demy 8vo, with
Map and 15 Plates, 16_s._
“A lively record of travel.”—_Athenæum_.
“The story is lucid and never tedious.”—_Contemporary Review_.
“An amusing volume.”—_Daily News_.
“His sketches of society are drawn with a light and skilful pen. . .
. A series of lively pictures.”—_Saturday Review_.
“A bright, brisk . . . breathless book.”—_Times_.
“A delightful work of travel. . . . The work cannot fail to be
popular.”—_Science Gossip_.
Demy 8vo, cloth extra, gilt top, 10_s._ 6_d._
EMIGRANT LIFE IN KANSAS. By PERCY G. EBBUTT.
“We refer those who wish to know more of the experiences of those
settlers to the book itself, which concludes with many practical
remarks. . . . A clear, homely, every-day view of emigrant
life.”—_Anglo-American Times_.
“He gives a very good—and what to intending emigrants will prove very
useful—description of his everyday existence in the
West.”—_Contemporary Review_.
“There is a vast amount of information in this artless and racy
narrative of a boy of sixteen.”—_The Graphic_.
New and Revised Editions of the Works of W. H. PRESCOTT. Edited by JOHN
FOSTER KIRK. Each volume handsomely bound in cloth extra, gilt top.
Demy 8vo, 7_s._ 6_d._
1. HISTORY OF THE REIGN OF FERDINAND and ISABELLA.
2. HISTORY OF THE CONQUEST OF PERU.
3. HISTORY OF THE CONQUEST OF MEXICO.
NEW BOOK BY MR. SYDNEY E. WILLIAMS.
PARTY AND PATRIOTISM; or, The Degeneracy of Politics. Crown 8vo, cloth,
neat, 3_s._ 6_d._
“Mr. Williams may be assured of many readers among the thoughtful men
of both parties.”—_Yorkshire Post_.
RADICAL PIONEERS OF EIGHTEENTH CENTURY. By J. BOWLES DALY, LL.D. Crown
8vo, with copious Index, cloth extra, 6_s._
“It would be hard to conceive a volume of more compressed information
and deeper interest. . . . Mr. Daly has pictured with amazing
conciseness and graphic power the social and moral conditions of the
time. . . . It forms an admirable picture of an epoch more pregnant,
perhaps, with political instruction than any other in the world’s
history.”—_Daily Telegraph_, April 13th.
SIX CENTURIES OF WORK AND WAGES. By J. E. THOROLD ROGERS, M.P. Second
Edition, in One Volume. 8vo, 15_s._
“An interesting book on a subject of no small importance, on which
hitherto it has been impossible to find a concise and reliable
treatise.”—_Spectator_.
THE PRINCIPLES OF SOCIAL ECONOMY. By YVES GUYOT, Hon. Member Cobden
Club. With numerous diagrams. 8vo, 9_s._
“That well-known work . . . is an excellent store-house of facts and
ideas.”—_The Times_.
“A valuable addition to the literature of economic
lore.”—_Spectator_.
THE WANDERINGS OF PLANTS AND ANIMALS. By Professor VICTOR HEHN and JAMES
S. STALLYBRASS. Demy 8vo, cloth extra, 16_s._
“No more interesting work can be imagined. . . . A profusion of
learning is spent on every chapter; at every turn some odd piece of
classical lore turns up. Every student of nature, as well as every
scholar, will be grateful to Mr. Stallybrass for his book. He gives
them in their own tongue a great body of erudition and collection of
striking facts. The index is excellent, and particular attention
should be drawn to the notes, which are most valuable, and run to one
hundred pages.”—_Academy_.
* * * * *
NEW SHILLING BOOKS IN POPULAR SCIENCE.
Hinton’s Scientific Books.
GHOSTS EXPLAINED.
1. WHAT IS THE FOURTH DIMENSION? By C. H. HINTON, B.A. Crown 8vo.
1_s._
“A short treatise of admirable clearness. . . . Mr. Hinton brings us
panting but delighted to at least a momentary faith in the Fourth
Dimension, and upon the eye of this faith there opens a vista of
interesting problems. . . . His pamphlet exhibits a boldness of
speculation, and a power of conceiving and expressing even the
inconceivable which rouses one’s faculties like a tonic.”—_Pall
Mall_.
THE MYSTERY OF PLEASURE AND PAIN.
2. THE PERSIAN KING; or, The Law of the Valley. By C. H. HINTON, B.A.
Crown 8vo. 1_s._
“A very suggestive and well-written speculation, by the inheritor of
a honoured name.”—_Mind_.
3. CASTING OUT THE SELF. 1_s._
4. A PLANE WORLD. 1_s._
5. A PICTURE OF OUR UNIVERSE. 1_s._
NATURAL HISTORY HANDBOOKS FOR COLLECTORS.
Each Volume is very fully illustrated with practical Woodcuts, and bound
in flat cloth extra, ONE SHILLING each, post free 1_s._ 2_d._
“We have seen nothing better than this series. It is cheap, concise,
and practical.”—_Saturday Review_.
“All written by first-class specialists, and forms the most
enterprising series ever published. . . . Each contains so much
well-arranged matter as to make a far from contemptible
handbook.”—_Inquirer_.
BRITISH BUTTERFLIES, MOTHS, and BEETLES. By W. F. KIRBY, of the British
Museum (Nat. Hist. Dep.).
“A really admirable and absurdly cheap manual. The incipient
entomologist will do himself an injustice if he does not procure it.
Not the least striking thing in it is the faithful way in which
insect markings are reproduced in the mere black and white of wood
engraving.”—_Knowledge_.
“The author is an entomologist of repute. . . . His book conveys a
great deal of information.”—_Times_.
“Excellently proportioned.”—_Saturday Review_.
MOSSES. By JAMES E. BAGNALL, A.L.S.
“A very handy and useful book for the young collector, nicely
illustrated.”—_Journal of Microscopy_.
“The illustrations are numerous and good. . . . A capital little
book.”—_Athenæum_.
“We do not think any botanist could have been better selected than
Mr. Bagnall.”—_Science Gossip_.
POND LIFE. By E. A. BUTLER, F.Z.S.
FUNGI, LICHENS, etc. By PETER GRAY.
“A most useful contribution to our literature on the subject. . . .
We can heartily recommend this little handbook on the subject as one
of the best we have seen for beginners in the study.”—_North British
Agriculturist_.
SEAWEEDS, SHELLS, and FOSSILS. By PETER GRAY and B. B. WOODWARD, of the
British Museum (Nat. Hist. Dep.).
“Will be welcomed by all who are anxious to know about aquatic
plants, and the ‘wonders of the shore.’”—_Glasgow Herald_.
CRUSTACEANS AND SPIDERS. By F. A. SKUSE. [_Shortly_.]
EXTRA VOLUME.
HANDBOOK OF ENGLISH COINS. By LLEWELLYNN JEWETT, F.S.A. With a chapter
on Greek Coins, by BARCLAY V. HEAD (Brit. Mus.).
“Those who take an interest in Numismatics will find this volume a
valuable aid to study.”—_Newcastle Weekly Chronicle_.
8_vo_, _limp cloth_, 2_s._ 6_d._
THE NATURALIST’S DIARY. A Daybook of Meteorology, Phenology, and Rural
Biology. Arranged and Edited by CHAS. ROBERTS, F.R.C.S., L.R.C.P., etc.
“It is among the most comprehensive and convenient books of its
class, and contains a fund of useful and indeed indispensable
information.—_Morning Post_.
“A delightful device by which to entrap the young and unwary
bird-nester, and make of him a scientific naturalist.”—_Saturday
Review_.
* * * * *
NEW SHILLING FICTION.
_AT ALL BOOKSELLERS AND BOOKSTALLS_.
QUEER STORIES from “Truth.”—First series (green). Thirteen of Mr.
GRENVILLE MURRAY’S best Stories. 1_s._
“A collection of lively society stories, written with much humour and
viracity.”—_Literary World_.
“An excellent shilling’s worth.”—_The Period_.