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Aunt Judy's Tales, Illustrated.
[In the Press.
BELL AND DALDY, 186, FLEET STREET.
“ Seldom do we meet a collection of fugitive poems so pleasantly fulfilling friendly desire-and so able to bear the brunt of criticism as this. There is reality in it.-It full of a thoughtful seriousness, a grave tenderness, a fancy temperate, but not frigid, which will recommend themselves to every one who has a touch of the artist in his composition. The manner (and this is much to say) is not borrowed. Without any startling originality, it is Miss Procter's own ;--and not her father's-not Wordsworth's-not the Laureate's -not referable to the Brownings. The mixture of modesty and certaintythe equable balance of thought and form are welcome to us in these days of incomplete handiwork; when for the sake of a happy inspiration or catching burden we are used to see sense dragged into chaos, and to hear music.jangled, out of tune and harsh.'
* What has been shown will satisfy the reader that this is no make-believe book. It entitles Miss Procter to & place of her own among those who sing out of the fullness of a thoughtful heart, and not merely because they have the restless brain and glib tongue of the mocking-bird.”- Athenæum.
" This modest book of verses' by a poet's daughter is remarkable for its simplicity and truth. There is no strain after showy thoughts or admirable phrases visible in any line of it, there is desire to attain and success in attaining the purity and grace of speech, without which verse is an impertinence, but we never can conceive Miss Procter saying to herself, when she has written any couplet, “There the reader of taste will make a pencil mark, and think to himself, Fine!'”—Eraminer.
" This volume, modestly called ' a Book of Verses,' is the production of a daughter of the poet, whose assumed name of · Barry Cornwall' has for some time past been giving way to the real one, which his readers have learnt to prize. Some of the daughter's verses have been anonymous favourites with the public in the columns of a periodical in which have first appeared several poems of writers destined to be distinguished; and the volume itself is not only qualified to confirm this regard in point of ability, but is remarkable for an unmistakable personal truth.ulness that carries it still more out of the category of works of ordinary poeticul pretension, and will particularly interest readers who are truthful themselves
Miss Procter inherits those lyrical graces of her father, which fortunately for a community which at length is learning to sing, have been more or less felt by all the world. Like him too she feels for the poor, and can sing of their rights; as he did long before he was followed in the same admirable direction by admirable Thomas Hood, the requote having been given, perhaps to both, by Charles Lamb, in his verses on the different funerals of rich and poor.”—Leader.
“ Adelaide Anne Procter is a true poetess. Seldom has the mantle of fame so worthily descended as from · Barry Cornwall' upon his daughter. There is scarcely a line of, • trash'-certainly
not a poem of which the remainder of the volume need be ashamed. Miss Procter has written enough, and well enough, here, to endear her to thousands of homes, and scarcely less to the world of calm and genial thinkers. We have already exhausted time and space, and can only say once more to this sweet singer of the songs of humanity, Welcome!”-New York Leader.
BELL AND DALDY, 186, FLEET STREET.