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JOHN A DO L P HUS,
The Eminent Barrister and Historian,
By his daughter,
"Full of racy humour and amusing chit-chat."-Bell's Messenger.
“No library will be complete without this clever and amusing
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A Romance of the Franco-Prussian War.
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THE MARKED MAN.
BY FRANK TROLLOPE.
"The Marked Man' is by many degrees the best novel we have met with this season."-Bell's Messenger.
“It will be read with avidity.”—Liverpool Albion. “The best novel we have read for years."-Record. “Mr. Trollope has achieved a great success in the 'Marked Man' which is not alone equal to any novels that have emanated from the pens of the clever family of the Trollopes, but is far superior to the great bulk of fictions that have inundated the libraries for some time past. In the dramatis persona there is a marked individuality. The character of Theodore Hook is so true to nature, that we can scarcely realise the fact that the racy humour, the brilliant witticisms, and the clever sayings, are not his own instead of Mr. Trollope’s.”— Brighton Examiner.
Jackson, the Irish man-servant--Lady Bendishe's lady’s-maid-old Wilson, the housekeeper-and the pert, but faithful, little Cockney factotum at the cottage, are life-like sketches." --Athenæum.
LOVE'S RIDDLE SOLVED BY A ROYAL SPHINX.
A TALE OF THE RESTORATION.
IN THREE VOLUMES.
GEORGE GORDON SCOTT.
“Acerrima proximorum Odia.”
Most quiet need, by sun and candle light,
E. B. BROWNING.
THE FIRST SIGN.
IGHT months had passed since Mrs.
Phillipa Broderick’s death, and nine since her nephew's most mysterious
disappearance, and not the slightest tidings had been heard of the latter; the outside world had even ceased to wonder, or to conjecture on the subject, and so had passed on, as is its wont, to utter oblivion about him ; for it is astonishing, or rather would be so, if the fact were not as old as creation itself, by what easy and pleasant stages the said world travels swiftly away from all the misfortun es and miseries of others, and never loses its time in tarrying by the way, to read the epitaphs of defunct destinies. It has been said that love cannot exist without hope ; but this, like all other rules, has its exceptions ; for Dorothy had long ceased to hope, but she had by no means ceased to love. Even Oliver Hartsfoot, who had so long hoped against hope, now began to gird on his armour of resignation, but it was with a heavy heart, for his own exist