MLISS: AN IDYL OF RED MOUNTAIN. A STORY OF CALIFORNIA IN 1863, AS REPRINTED FROM THE "GOLDEN ERA," OF SAN FRANCISCO CALIFORNIA, AND THE "WEEKLY MERCURY," OF NEW YORK.
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MISS M.E. BRADDON'S STORIES.
- THE WHITE PHANTOM. 8vo, paper. Price 75 cents.
- THE FACTORY GIRL. 8vo, paper. Price 75 cents.
- THE BLACK BAND. 8vo, paper. Price 50 cents.
- OSCAR BERTRAND. 8vo, paper. Price 50 cents.
- THE OCTOROON. 8vo, paper. Price 50 cents.
- THE BLUE BAND. 8vo, paper. Price 50 cents.
- LEIGHTON GRANGE. 8vo, paper. Price 25 cents.
EXTRACTS FROM ENGLISH NOTICES.
MISS BRADDON is not only the most popular, but most deservedly so, of our present race of novel writers. There is something peculiarly fresh and strong in all her characters and groupings. Her plots are marvels of complexity, and yet she so clearly elucidates them that they are never unnaturally intricate.—British Telegraph.
Like a skillful story-teller, MISS BRADDON interests us from the very first sentence. Her characters are never so idealized as to lose their naturalness. Her scenes are vividly real, as though drawn with the pencil, not the pen. In her personages we seem to meet with persons whom we have known. Her heroines are matchless creatures. Unlike many female writers she is as great in depicting the grander passions as in displaying the minor forces.—Exeter New Letter.
How admirably does this writer rise to the loftiest and most violent passions that can sway or tear the human heart. She has the wondrous gift of being equally mistress of her subject, whether describing the sweet interchange of lovers' vows beneath the silver rays of the pale moon, or laying bear the fiercest passons passions glared on by the blue lightning's vivid flashes. Her stories are simply matchless.—Weekly Echo.
It has fallen to the lot of very few of the most gifted among modern writers to be so universally read and to be so universally admired. MISS BRADDON is one among a thousand. Every story that she writes enhances her already great fame. She is never dull. Yet is she never extravagant. If her subject demands a vehement style, her words and sentences leap forth with vividness and strength; if incidents require gentler portrayal, her language flows as soft as the gentle Avon.—Westminster Reviewer.
MISS BRADDON'S imagination fairly teems with rich and rare plots, characters and descriptions. To much of the close descriptive power of Dickens, she adds the brilliancy of Disraeli. We can name no author who unites so many great yet diversified qualities. But over and above all is the extraordinary power which she possesses of captivating and enchaining the attention. Like the lad in the eastern story she has but to rub her talismanic lamp, and we are borne away into the realms of fancy—but of a fancy that seems only the reality.—Weekly Echo.
The wings of the writer's imagination appear tireless as those of an eagle. No flagging—no loitering. Always, if possible, improving. Her last seems ever her best story. She has that uncommon gift of interesting the least impressionable mind by her admirable powers of narration. Each of her books are as separate and distinct as the different stars that form a constellation, yet are they united by a certain resemblance which prevents our ever mistaking one of them for the production of another writer.—London Monitor.
MISS BRADDON has a new and really sterling novel in the list of new works. We are always anxious to read any and every book from the fertile intellect of this great writer. To praise her now is superfluous. Her reputation has long had the zeal of critical approval. Her "FACTORY GIRL" alone would have made her famous. But when she adds to that such works as "THE OCTOROON," "THE WHITE PHANTOM," "OSCAR BERTRAND," and a half dozen other books of equal but diversified merit, she challenges and must win the admiration of all critics, and the public as well.—London Weekly Times.
MISS BRADDON.—It matters little to the powerful genius of this gifted women whether her scenes are laid in "merry England" or mystical Germany—in vine-clad Italy or dance-loving France. She is at once at home wherever she selects "a local habitation" for her characters. She never lets her garlands wither or grow russet. She keeps them perpetually green and fresh.—London Lit. Advertiser.
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