Last year I received a letter announcing her death. It was her last wish that I, but nobody else, should be informed of it.
THE END.
EYES LIKE THE SEA.
By MAURUS JÓKAI
12MO, CLOTH
A FEW COMMENTS OF THE ENGLISH PRESS
Half autobiographical, dramatic, and at the same time humorous, Jókai's novel, crowned by the Hungarian Academy in 1860, is a delightful exception to the tendency which is fast making fiction a branch of science instead of art.—Morning Post.
It is a strikingly original and powerful story ... The great charm of the book is the manner in which Jókai analyses Bessie's character. All through the story indeed we feel ourselves in the presence of a master of the human heart, and again and again we come upon sentences pregnant with that wisdom which it is the lot of but few to acquire.—Speaker.