“‘You’ll see how the little dears will sing out when they ketches hold of me and my bob-tail’—here the Bosun paused to turn his quid and hitch his trousers up. Then he dexterously tied another knot on his Comet’s tail lest it should sweep the pens off the table, or upset the ink-pot.”—The Daily News.
“The title is sufficient to indicate the nature of the little book in which Mr. Yeats displays all the humour which has so characterised the series of picture books, and his facile pen has lost none of its old-time cunning.”—Dublin Express.
[One of Jack B. Yeats’s Plays for the Miniature Stage]
JAMES FLAUNTY:
OR, THE TERROR OF THE WESTERN SEAS.
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“A ‘memory’ of R. L. Stevenson comes seldom amiss, and now especially, when the romancer’s name and fame are as a shuttlecock between wholly adoring and still discriminating friends, may be considered apt and seasonable. So it won’t hurt to read this:
“There stands, I fancy, to this day (but now how fallen!) a certain stationer’s shop at a corner of the wide thoroughfare that joins the city of my childhood with the sea. When upon any Saturday we made a party to behold the ships, we passed that corner; and since in those days I loved a ship as a man loves Burgundy or daybreak, this of itself had been enough to hallow it. But there was more than that. In that window, all the year round, there stood displayed a theatre in working order, with a ‘forest set,’ ‘a combat,’ and a few ‘robbers carousing’ in the slides; and below and about—dearer tenfold to me!—the plays themselves, those budgets of romance, lay tumbled, one upon another.”—A Penny Plain and Twopence Coloured.