EXTRACTS FROM SOME PRESS NOTICES OF BRESSANT, BY JULIAN HAWTHORNE, In 2 vols., crown 8vo, price 21s. "The story as it stands is one of the most powerful with which we are acquainted, and the contrast which it presents between sensuous passion and the love which is stronger than death, has rarely, perhaps, been more forcibly displayed. . . . . The son's work, we venture to say, is worthy of the sire."-Times. "Enough to make us hopeful that we shall once more have reason to rejoice whenever we hear that a new work is coming out, written by one who bears the honoured name of Hawthorne. There is a great deal of clever and original description and good writing."-Saturday Review. 66 Bressant" is a romance of the same school as "Transformation," but in some respects superior to it in power."-Spectator. "Mr Julian Hawthorne is endowed with a large share of his father's peculiar genius. We trace in "Bressant" the same intense yearning after a high and spiritual life, the same passionate love of nature, the same subtlety and delicacy of remark, and also a little of the same tendency to indulge in the use of a half-weird, half-fantastic imagery. The conception is excellent. There are many passages scattered here and there, graceful, poetical, and evincing great keenness of intuition, which we should have liked to quote had our space permitted. But the book is full of promise, and we shall look forward with interest to the next work by the same hand."-Pall Mall Gazette. "Bressant is something more than a promise-it is a performance-a work of art-a book which raises its author, at one step, into the ranks of recognised American novelists."-Civil Service Gazette. A most original and artistic work."-Examiner. "Mr Hawthorne's book forms a remarkable contrast in point of power and interest, to the dreary mass of so-called romances through which the reviewer works his way. . . . An interesting story."—Athenæum. "The whole story from first to last is full of touches of real genius; genius so marked, and so true, that the interest of the reader, having been once fairly roused, is riveted to the very end."-Standard. HENRY S. KING & CO., LONDON. TO ROBERT CARTER ESQ., OF NEW YORK. Nor the intrinsic merits of this story embolden me to inscribe it to you, my dear friend, but the fact that you, more than any man, are responsible for its writing. Your advice and encouragement first led me to book-making; so it is only fair that you should partake of whatever obloquy (or honour) the practice may bring upon me. The ensuing pages may incline you to suspect their author of a repugnance to unvarnished truth; but without prejudice to Othellosince varnish brings out in wood veins of beauty invisible before the application, why not also in the sober facts of life? When the transparent artifice has been penetrated, the familiar substance underneath will be greeted |