_Being Facts and Fancies of Medical Life._
“A strikingly realistic and decidedly original contribution to modern literature.”--_Boston Saturday Evening Gazette._
Being a Series of Twelve Letters written by STARK MUNRO, M. B., to his friend and former fellow-student, Herbert Swanborough, of Lowell, Massachusetts, during the years 1881-1884.
“Cullingworth, ... a much more interesting creation than Sherlock Holmes, and I pray Dr. Doyle to give us more of him.”--_Richard le Gallienne, in the London Star._
A Complete Posthumous Novel by FRANK R. STOCKTON, Author of “Kate Bonnet,” “The Lady or the Tiger,” etc. With a Memoir by Mrs. Stockton, an Etched Portrait, Views of Mr. Stockton’s Home, and a Bibliography. 12mo. Cloth, $1.50.
The scene is partly laid in Washington but mainly in that part of West Virginia where the author spent the last three years of his life. Incidents centering about the “Toll-Gate” and a fashionable country home in the neighborhood are related with the author’s peculiar humor and charm of diction which have endeared him to a host of readers.
The heroine who is an embodiment of the healthy vigorous girl of to-day, and her several suitors, together with the mistress of the country house and a meddlesome unmarried woman of the village, combine to present a fascinating and varied picture of social life to the present day.
“In the story we have the real Stockton at his best and brightest. The fun, the whimsicality, the queer doings, the very delightful people are such as his readers have been entertained with for so many years. The fertility of invention and ingenuity is as fresh as in the early stories, and perhaps Mr. Stockton never came nearer to success in trying to keep a long story together to the end without digressions or a break in the plot. The heroine is a charming girl, her married hostess still more charming, and there are plenty of others the reader will be glad to meet.
“Mrs. Stockton’s sketch of her husband gives us a glimpse of a lovable and delightful personality and shows the author at work just as the readers must have imagined him. Swinging in a hammock under the fir trees, or when winter came, in an easy chair before a big log fire, he dreamed his fancies and dictated them, bit by bit, as they came, to his secretary.”--_New York Sun._.\