[From the Frogpond Gazette.]
"Daisy's Necklace" is the silly
title of an absurd novel about to be
issued by Printem & Sellem, of
New-York. From the fact that the author's
name is withheld from the title-page,
we infer that he had some friends—
some few who were not wholly willing
that he should make a donkey of
himself. We have read a great deal of
trash in our day; but 'Daisy's Necklace'
is the king of all vapid novels,
—sentimental in sentiment, flaccid in
fiction, and entirely intolerable from
beginning to end. The first forty pages
put us to sleep. We advise all druggists
to keep the book for sale,—as an
anodyne.
"The binding is good, and that is
all the praise we can give so contemptible
an abortion. A reading public
that tolerates a novel like this, must be
made up of very good-natured persons—
assinine in temperament, and mentally
obtuse.
"This 'work,' we presume, is written
by that much-abused and prolific myth
—'a young gentleman of this city,'
distinguished, of course. We believe
that he writes all of Printem & Sellem's
books. At all events, those enterprising
gentlemen always have 'a startling
novel' in press, from his immortal
pen. What a long string of sins
these gentlemen have to answer for!
What a commotion there would be
among the shelves of their book-store,
if dead authors could come back and
reclaim stolen property! If the shade
of Lindley Murray could stalk among them!
"For our part, we had rather see
the Hudson River Railroad's list of
'dead and wounded,' than Printem &
Sellem's list of 'Popular Publications!'
But it is consoling to know that books
like 'Daisy's Necklace,' in spite of
'purchased puffery,' find their level at last
as linings for portmanteaus and third-rate
trunks. We shall make cigar-lighters
of our copy, and thank the stars
that we were not born a book-making
genius!"
Not a line quoted to prove the justice of the unstrained censure! I could not account for the malignant personality of this critique, until Barry informed me that my publishers never advertised their books in the columns of the "Frogpond Gazette." This, of course, explained it. I only wish I had the stubborn editor of the "Frogpond" at arm's length, I would try the consistency of his ears.
I was somewhat astonished, the next day, to find how ingeniously Messrs. Printem & Sellem made the adverse criticism subservient to their interests.
My lucubration was out.
The "Post" said so; the "Morning Rabid" said it; the "Evening Looking-Glass" said it; and a host of small fry echoed the important fact. I unfolded "The Rabid," and beheld the following advertisement:
"PUBLISHED THIS DAY,
A Novel of Unprecedented Power, entitled,
DAISY'S NECKLACE,
AND WHAT CAME OF IT.