Cleveland morning leader. [volume] (Cleveland [Ohio]) 1854-1865, 1860-10-13

] --.Na NAAhAAI y NANhEh. AN AMERICAN STORY
" ). o. HOLLAND, author Of "Ths Bay Path ~
bltier Sweet "The TitoOmb LetteIs,n "Gold
Foil" etc. New York. Charles Scribner
1880.
The genial author of Bitter Sweet and
Gold Foil needs no introduction to our read
ere. They have laughed and cried in obedi-
epce to the waving of his magic wand and
have loved and honored him through his
works. The thousands who have grown hap
pier and better as they read Timothy Tit
combs Letters know the author as an old
friend who takes them kindly by the hand
end gives to each hearing; who, being
man himself, and not walking cyclopndia
or a straight-laced mummy, appreciates the
moods and impulses Of wide awake human
soul encased in a vigorous body, and treats
! young men and young women as beings
having good deal OF good in them, which
only needs development. There is no
American writer that more heartily binds his
readers to him than DR.. Holland, and 50 we
greet another work from him as we would
letter from an absent friend.
The scene of the story lies in New York
and in New Hampshire village. The char
acters are all life-like and natural, the scenes
lively and the story thoroughly entertaining,
but that is not all: there is a valuable les
son running through it all, that true woman
viii not find her highest happiness or mis-
sion in public life, and that "Miss Gilbert'S
Career" was not such as we should want our
daughters and sisters to follow.
The book will be published to-day, Oct.
18Th. Large orders have been received from
all over the country. As a sample of the
Doctors delicious descriptive style read this
sweet June picture
June, the month Of roses, was at a food
tide. As Fanny sat at her window dreaming,
she saw the green sea of foliage tossing in
6illoWy unrest, and sparkling with myriad
flowers, and foaming in the beds of its unea-
sy abysses with sheeted bloom Out upon
that sea all her beautiful sensibilities push |
ed their sails, TO dance and float and fy, un-
der the light of the great, slumbrous sum-
What rare sea-birds were those that piled |
their ceaseless wings and sang their marvel |
GUS songs among the waYesl-orioles, like |
Goals of fire, plunging in, and coming out /
unquencbed; automatic humming- birds,
stopping here and there, and slipping and
sliding away with whirr, as if revolving
upon, and following, an invisible wire
chimney swallows paying out from imper-
eeptible reels broad nets of music to catch
flies with bobolinks, diving into the sway
ing masses Of green, and coming out with
thousand tough bubbles bursting in their me-
talllc throats; broad-winged hawks, slowly /
sailing above all, far up in the breathless
ether, ripening their feathery silver in the
sun, and watching the play beneath And
then what musical spray of insect-life swept
through the balmy atmosphere ! = bees
sPrinkling themselves upon the fresh blush
roses at the door, or humming BY loaded
with plunder; flies industriously doing moth
ing; whole generations of notes sliding up
and down shadow-piercing sunbeams."O
The book is handsomely issued by Serb
ner and sold by J. B. Cobb Co., CIeve-
land.