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IN PRIMROSE TIME—A NEW IRISH GARLAND.

By Sarah M. B. Piatt.

Small Crown 8vo. Cloth, gilt top, 2s. 6d.

Published in the United States by HOUGTON, MIFFLIN & CO., Boston and New York, Price $1.


The Saturday Review, May 13, 1886.

'There is a fresh scent of spring and flowers about the poems.'

The Spectator, September 25, 1886.

'If we cannot justly say that Mrs. Piatt's tiny volume contains "infinite riches in a little room," we can say that her pages will give pleasure to every reader.'

The Athenæum, August 21, 1886.

'This latest volume of Mrs. Piatt's . . . has its full measure of that distinctive charm which consists in the blending of genuine pathos with that mirth which has in it something almost sadder—just as smiles under certain circumstances may be sadder than tears. . . . Here is a quaint and charming lyric, "The Awakening of the Birds," which is entirely Mrs. Piatt's own, as, indeed, is all she writes. It is not often that one has to regret the brevity of a volume of verse, but such in the present instance is the case.'

The Graphic, June 26, 1886.

'Everything that Mrs. Piatt writes must arrest attention, and these short poems, inspired by her residence in the Sister Isle, are among the most graceful and suggestive of her verses. Throughout, humour, pathos, and tender feeling are quaintly blended, and the result is most agreeable.'

The Lady, June 17, 1886.

'Mrs. Piatt's poems are always welcome, and the small volume, "In Primrose Time," contains too few of them.'

The Glasgow Herald, July 5, 1886.

'There is much that is pleasant and bright in "In Primrose Time." . . . Thoughtful readers will find more to please them in Mrs. Piatt's slim, dainty little book than in many more pretentious volumes of verse.'

The Liverpool Mercury, June 5, 1886.

'The volume must not be judged of by its size. It may be slender, but what it contains is far from being slight. Every stanza in the opening poem, from which the title of the book is taken, is quite a word-picture, while there is a peculiar freshness and sweetness about the whole. "An Irish Fairy Story," "A Portrait at Youghal," and "The Legend of Monkstown," are all equally admirable in their way; and there will be few readers, we imagine, who will not desire that each of them had been longer. There is not a poem in this book but is full of womanly instinct, and the quick, sharp insight of a woman's heart and eye. . . . Her present dainty little volume may well endear her to every warm-hearted native of Erin.'

The Freeman's Journal, June 18, 1886

'Mrs. Piatt's little book, beautifully produced . . . adds one other to the many reasons already piled up for Ireland's love and gratitude to America and its people.'


KEGAN PAUL, TRENCH & CO., Publishers,

1 Paternoster Square, London.