Just published, price 2s. 6d., cloth gilt, STR A T TA A G A STORY FOR YOUNG PEOPLE. BY MR S. NEWTON NEWTON CROSLAN D, WITH FOUR ILLUSTRATIONS ON WOOD. "This is a very delightful little book for the purpose for which it is intended. As an instructive and amusing tale for children, it is one which is calculated to be extremely popular. * ** It is written in an easy and familiar style, and, from the pleasing manner in which the incidents are narrated, is likely to awaken and excite the curiosity of youthful readers.”—Sunday Times. "Mrs. Crosland's story is nicely written, not down to the capacities of children, but in better style than such incidents are usually narratel: the moral is never lost sight of, and is made attractive from first to last. * * * * * The incidents it will be seen are simple enough; and it is by the interweaving of the accessory circumstances that the writer of the tale has shown her skill, and kept up the interest without sacrificing probability. The work is illustrated with a few pretty engravings."—Illustrated London News. "A sweet tale, and such as will make a rare gift for a child.”—Sun. "Few works have pleased us more in the perusal than this simple and unpretending little narrative. Although simple, it is ingenious in construction, and the interest is ably and unremittingly sustained. The effect upon the mind of the first conscious act of deception on the part of a child, and the extrinsic conse quences of such conduct in relation to others, innocently suspected of wrong and deceit, are forcibly and faithfully delineated."-Nottingham Mercury. Arthur Hall, Virtue, and Co., 25, Paternoster Row. On the 1st of October will be published, in post 8vo., price 2s. 6d., in a Wrapper, TOIL AND TRIAL: A STORY OF LONDON LIFE. BY MRS. NEWTON CROSLAND; PARTNERS FOR LIFE," "LAYS AND LEGENDS OF ENGLISH LIFE," &c., &c. WITH FRONTISPIECE BY JOHN LEECH. Arthur Hall, Virtue, and Co., Paternoster-row, London. Halbert Glendinning cast the leathern brogue or buskin from his right foot, planted himself in a firm posture, unsheathed his sword, and first looking around. to collect his resolution, he bowed three times deliberately towards the holly-tree, and as often to the little fountain, repeating at the same time, with a determined voice, the following rhyme : "Thrice to the holly brake, Thrice to the well: > I bid thee awake, White Maid of Avenel! "Noon gleams on the lake, Noon glows on the fell: White Maid of Avenel !" He had scarcely pronounced the mystical rhymes, than an appearance as of a beautiful female, dressed in white, stood within two yards of him. His terror for the moment overcame his natural courage, as well as the strong resolution which he had formed, that the figure, which he had now twice seen, should not a third time daunt him. THE MONASTERY. |