By ARLO BATES.
16mo, Cloth. Price, $1.00. Paper Covers, 50 Cents.
It is just the kind of a story to suit the majority of watering-place people who wish to help pass the time with light reading. The scene is laid in Campobello; and the social life at a sea-side resort, with its impromptu festivities, is attractively set forth. The persons who form the principal group in the story are above the usual watering-place gossips, that magnify every innocent flirtation they see; and the lad who at twenty-one falls desperately in love with a charming widow of thirty-five years, at last sensibly turns to the daughter, loves her and marries her, through the shrewd management of her mother. The object of the book is to show how often and how fervently a callow youth is attracted to some one older and more cultivated than himself; and the analysis of his passion is very well done.—Hartford Times.This time Mr. Bates, who wields a facile pen, has taken up a facile subject, for the burden of his story is the evolution of a young man’s love in the cool shades and sylvan retreats of Campobello.... Incidentally he pictures certain aspects of society and gives a fair account of Campobello.A Lad’s Loveis a readable story, and young women will read it not only with pleasure but also with profit. It will teach them how love acts in a pure lad.—The Beacon.Arlo Bates is favorably known as a writer of pleasant and healthy verse, and he appears to equal advantage as the author of this bright novel, which is as breezy as the air of Mount Desert, where the scene is laid. The “Lad” is a youth of twenty-two or so, just through Harvard; and the depth, strength, and variety of his love are well illustrated by his frantic passion for a widow old enough to be his mother, by his rapid transfer of affection to her lovely daughter, and by his nearly getting entangled with a third woman before he secures the right one. There is a thorough-bred air about the book which leaves a good impression, and a liveliness of fancy and description which promises more good stories from Mr. Bates’s pen. The minor characters, though merely sketched in lightly, fill their places admirably, and the two heroines are quite delicious.—Pittsburgh Bulletin.The author delights in making an analytical study of the mental condition of the principal actors at various stages of the story, and now and then brightens the pages with a crisp epigram that betrays a habit of close observation of human nature in the lines of the story’s theme.... The people of the story are lifelike, however, and there is not an impossible nor even an improbable person among them.—Springfield Union.
It is just the kind of a story to suit the majority of watering-place people who wish to help pass the time with light reading. The scene is laid in Campobello; and the social life at a sea-side resort, with its impromptu festivities, is attractively set forth. The persons who form the principal group in the story are above the usual watering-place gossips, that magnify every innocent flirtation they see; and the lad who at twenty-one falls desperately in love with a charming widow of thirty-five years, at last sensibly turns to the daughter, loves her and marries her, through the shrewd management of her mother. The object of the book is to show how often and how fervently a callow youth is attracted to some one older and more cultivated than himself; and the analysis of his passion is very well done.—Hartford Times.
This time Mr. Bates, who wields a facile pen, has taken up a facile subject, for the burden of his story is the evolution of a young man’s love in the cool shades and sylvan retreats of Campobello.... Incidentally he pictures certain aspects of society and gives a fair account of Campobello.A Lad’s Loveis a readable story, and young women will read it not only with pleasure but also with profit. It will teach them how love acts in a pure lad.—The Beacon.
Arlo Bates is favorably known as a writer of pleasant and healthy verse, and he appears to equal advantage as the author of this bright novel, which is as breezy as the air of Mount Desert, where the scene is laid. The “Lad” is a youth of twenty-two or so, just through Harvard; and the depth, strength, and variety of his love are well illustrated by his frantic passion for a widow old enough to be his mother, by his rapid transfer of affection to her lovely daughter, and by his nearly getting entangled with a third woman before he secures the right one. There is a thorough-bred air about the book which leaves a good impression, and a liveliness of fancy and description which promises more good stories from Mr. Bates’s pen. The minor characters, though merely sketched in lightly, fill their places admirably, and the two heroines are quite delicious.—Pittsburgh Bulletin.
The author delights in making an analytical study of the mental condition of the principal actors at various stages of the story, and now and then brightens the pages with a crisp epigram that betrays a habit of close observation of human nature in the lines of the story’s theme.... The people of the story are lifelike, however, and there is not an impossible nor even an improbable person among them.—Springfield Union.
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ROBERTS BROTHERS,Boston.
Poems by Arlo Bates.
Including “BERRIES OF THE BRIER,” and “SONNETS IN SHADOW.”
One Volume. 16mo, Cloth. Price, $1.50.Each volume separate, price, $1.00.
These poems are always poetical; they are carefully finished; they are notvers de société; they do not affect American humor, and they are utterly unpretentious. Mr. T. B. Aldrich might own a good many of them. They reveal Mr. Bates’ mind and temper at their very best, and will be enjoyed by those who have an ear for fine, light impressions finely and delicately expressed.—The Beacon.The poems, all very short, except the “Ballad of the Spinner,” are almost all flavorous with love’s delicious essence. The perennial passion receives fresh illumination in a hundred ways. Warmth, richness, suggestiveness, smooth-flowing melody,—these are some of the traits of Mr. Bates’ verses, which are well worthy the tasteful setting here given them.They are almost invariably the setting of some pretty and thoroughly poetic thought; and the writer’s expression is clear and precise, and studded with bits of exquisite imagery.—Argonaut.There are many who will welcome another volume from the pen of Arlo Bates, although it be a sad one. The twenty-nine sonnets which make up this little collection are but variations of one melody, and that played in the minor key. They will sink deep into many hearts, for they are the expressions of various moods which all who have known grief and loss will have felt and be able to comprehend. The men and women who have no artistic gifts, and who sit and shed salt tears in stony silence, unable to give their woe adequate words, will feel that a human heart has here been revealed to them able to sympathize with every throb and pulsation of their own. There is not a cry of a bruised soul but will find its echo in some one of these sonnets, and the knowledge that they are the expression of a real and personal sorrow gives them a power and interest that no ideal or imaginary work could possess.—Transcript.
These poems are always poetical; they are carefully finished; they are notvers de société; they do not affect American humor, and they are utterly unpretentious. Mr. T. B. Aldrich might own a good many of them. They reveal Mr. Bates’ mind and temper at their very best, and will be enjoyed by those who have an ear for fine, light impressions finely and delicately expressed.—The Beacon.
The poems, all very short, except the “Ballad of the Spinner,” are almost all flavorous with love’s delicious essence. The perennial passion receives fresh illumination in a hundred ways. Warmth, richness, suggestiveness, smooth-flowing melody,—these are some of the traits of Mr. Bates’ verses, which are well worthy the tasteful setting here given them.
They are almost invariably the setting of some pretty and thoroughly poetic thought; and the writer’s expression is clear and precise, and studded with bits of exquisite imagery.—Argonaut.
There are many who will welcome another volume from the pen of Arlo Bates, although it be a sad one. The twenty-nine sonnets which make up this little collection are but variations of one melody, and that played in the minor key. They will sink deep into many hearts, for they are the expressions of various moods which all who have known grief and loss will have felt and be able to comprehend. The men and women who have no artistic gifts, and who sit and shed salt tears in stony silence, unable to give their woe adequate words, will feel that a human heart has here been revealed to them able to sympathize with every throb and pulsation of their own. There is not a cry of a bruised soul but will find its echo in some one of these sonnets, and the knowledge that they are the expression of a real and personal sorrow gives them a power and interest that no ideal or imaginary work could possess.—Transcript.
ROBERTS BROTHERS,Boston.
A WOODLAND WOOING.
By ELEANOR PUTNAM.
16mo, Cloth. Price, $1.00. Paper Covers, 50 Cents.
A thoroughly wholesome story isA Woodland Wooing, by Eleanor Putnam (the late Mrs. Arlo Bates). It is as sweet as a meadow of clover and as bright as a crisp October morning. Its simplest events are made fascinating by their rare naturalness. The motherless children of a country doctor figure prominently in the tale, and they devise all sorts of original modes of amusing themselves, of course omitting whatever is incompatible with self-respect or unapproved by conscience. Boys and girls are for the most part the story’s heroes and heroines, and when they find themselves quite unexpectedly grown into men and women and realize all that maturity means, their natures are strong and unhurt by the evils of self-consciousness or of unwholesome speculations regarding the significance of this life or the next. They are children of fine, vigorous intellectual fibre and noble impulses that lead them toward worthiness, happiness, and usefulness, and the story of their progress toward higher things is charmingly told.—The Delineator.Like a cool breeze on a sultry day comes this little book,A Woodland Wooing, by Eleanor Putnam, fresh and sparkling, with almost child-like fun, and not even the shadow of a moral spectre to be found stalking anywhere between its dainty covers.... The Yankee country-folks all around are photographed very accurately to our mind’s eye, and it is difficult to say whether they are more amusing than the widely-travelled and elegantly-Bohemian family of Sparhawks, whose advent in the village makes such a sensation. The infant Sparhawks are especially droll, and remind one strongly of those famous personages, “Toddy and Budge.” In fact it is just the sort of book to read aloud, so as to have some one to laugh with over its joyous humor.—Home Journal.One of the breeziest, brightest books of the year. It is not only charmingly original, but thoroughly amusing. Its characters are drawn with all the skill of the literary artist, and stand out in the mind of the reader like beautiful pictures upon the canvas. The reading will make old gray heads feel again young. It will revive the visions of youth, with spring flowers, when all the world stretched away in brightness. The story is a summer camping-out, told in alternate chapters by a brother and sister, in which all sorts of people are introduced to the reader in a most delightful and amusing way. It matters not that it contains much nonsense; life needs a good deal of such to spice it up. The woodland wooing, it may be remarked, is carried on under many and trying circumstances. But it all ends well. It is indeed a bright, breezy, pleasing book, and tears will only come in the remembrance that the hand that penned the lines has ceased forever from such pleasing earthly tasks.—Chicago Inter-Ocean.
A thoroughly wholesome story isA Woodland Wooing, by Eleanor Putnam (the late Mrs. Arlo Bates). It is as sweet as a meadow of clover and as bright as a crisp October morning. Its simplest events are made fascinating by their rare naturalness. The motherless children of a country doctor figure prominently in the tale, and they devise all sorts of original modes of amusing themselves, of course omitting whatever is incompatible with self-respect or unapproved by conscience. Boys and girls are for the most part the story’s heroes and heroines, and when they find themselves quite unexpectedly grown into men and women and realize all that maturity means, their natures are strong and unhurt by the evils of self-consciousness or of unwholesome speculations regarding the significance of this life or the next. They are children of fine, vigorous intellectual fibre and noble impulses that lead them toward worthiness, happiness, and usefulness, and the story of their progress toward higher things is charmingly told.—The Delineator.
Like a cool breeze on a sultry day comes this little book,A Woodland Wooing, by Eleanor Putnam, fresh and sparkling, with almost child-like fun, and not even the shadow of a moral spectre to be found stalking anywhere between its dainty covers.... The Yankee country-folks all around are photographed very accurately to our mind’s eye, and it is difficult to say whether they are more amusing than the widely-travelled and elegantly-Bohemian family of Sparhawks, whose advent in the village makes such a sensation. The infant Sparhawks are especially droll, and remind one strongly of those famous personages, “Toddy and Budge.” In fact it is just the sort of book to read aloud, so as to have some one to laugh with over its joyous humor.—Home Journal.
One of the breeziest, brightest books of the year. It is not only charmingly original, but thoroughly amusing. Its characters are drawn with all the skill of the literary artist, and stand out in the mind of the reader like beautiful pictures upon the canvas. The reading will make old gray heads feel again young. It will revive the visions of youth, with spring flowers, when all the world stretched away in brightness. The story is a summer camping-out, told in alternate chapters by a brother and sister, in which all sorts of people are introduced to the reader in a most delightful and amusing way. It matters not that it contains much nonsense; life needs a good deal of such to spice it up. The woodland wooing, it may be remarked, is carried on under many and trying circumstances. But it all ends well. It is indeed a bright, breezy, pleasing book, and tears will only come in the remembrance that the hand that penned the lines has ceased forever from such pleasing earthly tasks.—Chicago Inter-Ocean.
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ROBERTS BROTHERS,Boston.
PRINCE VANCE.
A Story of a Prince with a Court in His Box.ByEleanor PutnamandArlo Bates. Illustrated by Frank Myrick.
Prince Vance
“Prince Vance” is an Entertaining Fairy Story of the wildest and most fantastic adventures and of amusing and original impossibilities, which, however, carry with them a stern puritan moral. This allegiance of unfettered imagination and straightforward, wholesome, moral teaching is unusual, and gives the little book a special value.
Small 4to. Cloth gilt. Price, $1.50.
ROBERTS BROTHERS,Boston.
Transcriber’s NoteIn the Table of Contents “283” was changed to “285” (Interlude Eighth:A Cuban Morning285). Also the following corrections were made, on page171 “forgotton” changed to “forgotten” (he had forgotten the pain she might endure)174 “Dr” changed to “Dr.” (while Dr. Lommel, who had charge of the ward)240 “Gran’sir” changed to “Gran’sir’” (Gran’sir’ Welch’s red cottage)269 “slighest” changed to “slightest” (I had not the slightest difficulty)273 “anoyance” changed to “annoyance” (mingling of philosophy and annoyance)279 “persausions” changed to “persuasions” (but my persuasions, seconded by those of)313 “accomodations” changed to “accommodations” (furnished accommodations to a boarder).Otherwise the original was preserved, including archaic and inconsistent spelling and hyphenation.
Transcriber’s Note
In the Table of Contents “283” was changed to “285” (Interlude Eighth:A Cuban Morning285). Also the following corrections were made, on page171 “forgotton” changed to “forgotten” (he had forgotten the pain she might endure)174 “Dr” changed to “Dr.” (while Dr. Lommel, who had charge of the ward)240 “Gran’sir” changed to “Gran’sir’” (Gran’sir’ Welch’s red cottage)269 “slighest” changed to “slightest” (I had not the slightest difficulty)273 “anoyance” changed to “annoyance” (mingling of philosophy and annoyance)279 “persausions” changed to “persuasions” (but my persuasions, seconded by those of)313 “accomodations” changed to “accommodations” (furnished accommodations to a boarder).
Otherwise the original was preserved, including archaic and inconsistent spelling and hyphenation.