HARVARD COLLEGE HIERARY

DEPOSITED BY THE UBRARY OF THE GRADUATE SCHOOL OF BUSINESS ADMINISTRATION

OCT 21 1939

J. Watson, Printer, 15, City Road, Finsbury.

WILLIAM JAMES LINTON.

(FROM A CORRESPONDENT.)

It will interest collectors to learn that a Book of Poems has been written, illustrated, engraved, and printed by that veteran artist-and at one time Chartist-poet, and engraver on wood, W. J. Linton There are only 100 signed copies issued, at ten dollar a copy.* I have just received mine, accompanied by the following interesting letter:

I am glad to have the book in your hands. Aged almost eighty-four, I suppose it will be my last work: the printing is by my own hands. You see by the copy I send (No 83) there are but few left.

The head and tail pieces illustrating the book shov. the wonderful power of an engraved line that only a Bewick or Linton could demonstrate, and the delicate fancy of the letterpress may be indicated by the accompanying quotation from "Love lore":

FAIREST.

What the earth has of most fair,

Tell me !

Love as glad as mine for the

Lady pure and fair!

Nay! not so: for I know

Greater joy-thy love for me.

Daily Graphic

* Address—W. J. Linton, P.O. Box 1,132, New Haven, Con Nov.10. 1896.

necticut, U.S.

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HARVARD COLLEGE HSRARY

DEPOSITED BY THE UBRARY OF THE

GRADUATE SCHOOL OF BUSINESS ADMINISTRATION

whose magicence care the good tempra
k criticism of the crowd. "Wish
you luck",
"Hope you'll have a bumper year," were some of the
cr.es which met the new Lord Mayor as the great
gilded and painted vehicle, with its six fine horses and
their gay trappings of crimson satin, moved out of t
yard, the Scots Greys closing up in the rear at onc
Then the cordons of police relaxed attention, ar
everyone remarked to the next bystander, "The be
Lord Mayor's Show I can remember," to which t
assent on all hands was unqualified.

THROUGH THE HEART OF THE CITY.
After leaving the Guildhall the course of the pr
cession was almost a complete square by way
Gresham, Wood, Fore, and Moorgate Streets to t
Bank. Here in the narrow space along Princes Stre
between the wall of the Bank and the railings w
packed a privileged crowd securely fenced in and fr
from the struggle of the madding crowd on the pa
ment. Everywhere along this route the streets w
thronged with the usual patient, orderly crowd, co
tent to wait for hours in the chill November air
long as they got good places to see the Show. Dou.
less there were a few who gave a thought-if th
knew the circumstances-to the special interest wh
attaches to the Lord Mayor of 1896 from the fact t
Charles Dickens himself wrote a description of
Lord Mayor's Day thirty-one years ago, when
Faudel Phillips's father, Sir Benjamin Phillips,
the principal figure, and when the present Lord M
no doubt met the great novelist. Then, again, tl
is the fact that it has been reserved for the Jew
race, once debarred from all possibility of any s
honour, to create a new record in the annals-of
City in thus providing a father and a son for the
throne. The great majority of the crowd cared for n
of these things, but only for the Show, pure and sin::
the soldiers and the bands and the firemen ; L.

emblomatin

TO THE

SPIRIT

THAT FIRST TAUGHT AND EVER TEACHETH

TO CHOOSE GOOD OUT OF THE PRESS OF EVIL

TO THE

BEAUTIFUL AND LOVING

THIS WORK

IS INSCRIBED.