Nature's Serial StoryUnsigned binding design likely by Edwin Austin Abbey in brown over gold on olive green diagonally ribbed cloth. Includes frontispiece and over 130 illustrations from wood engravings by William Hamilton Gibson and Frederic Dielman. An idyllic tale of human love set among the changing seasons on a farm in the Hudson Highlands. Originally published as an 1884 story series in Harper's Magazine. A stunning binding design that contains similar design elements as Fly-Rods and Fly-Tackle. Nature's Serial Story and Fly-Rods and Fly-Tackle have similar Arts and Crafts inspired waving lines that provide the illusion of moving water, and were released together with Edwin Austin Abbey's memorable Arts and Crafts inspired binding design for Sketching Rambles in Holland by Harper as holiday books in 1885. All three books were bound in what Harper's called "illuminated cloth". As the Arts and Crafts font for Nature's Serial Song and and Sketching Rambles in Holland are very similar and the books have the same general feel, and as Abbey was actively designing covers for Harper at the time, Austin Abbey Rare Books is provisionally attributing the binding design of Nature's Serial Story to Edwin Austin Abbey pending additional research. -- Austin Abbey Rare Books. |
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Page 310 - ... of the skull ; the forehead is low and the nose is sharp ; the eyes are small, penetrating, cunning, and glitter with an angry green light. There is something peculiar, moreover, in the way that this fierce face surmounts a body extraordinarily wiry, lithe, and muscular. It ends...
Page 254 - Then, he cautiously raised himself up, his tongue flaming from his mouth the while, curved over the nest, and, with wavy, subtle motions, explored the interior. I can conceive of nothing more overpoweringly terrible to an unsuspecting family of birds than the sudden appearance above their domicile of the head and neck of this arch-enemy. It is enough to petrify the blood in their veins. Not finding the object of his search, he came streaming down from the nest to a lower limb, and commenced extending...
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Page 362 - Tis the middle watch of a summer's night,— The earth is dark, but the heavens are bright; Naught is seen in the vault on high But the moon, and the stars, and the cloudless sky, And the flood which rolls its milky hue, A river of light on the welkin blue. The moon looks down on old Cro'nest; She mellows the shades on his shaggy breast, And seems his huge gray form to throw In a silver cone on the wave below.
Page 205 - ... foliage was received by Amy as mistress of ceremonies, and arranged in harmonious positions ; while Johnnie, quite forgetful of her royalty, was as ready to help at anything as the humblest maid-ofhonor. All the flowers were treated tenderly except the poor purple violets, and these were slaughtered by hundreds, for the projecting spur under the curved stem at the base of the flower enabled the boys to hook them together and "fight roosters,
Page 271 - ... unstintedly. Burt took the same view, and was usually complacency itself, although a week seemed a long time to him, and he sometimes felt that he ought to be making more progress. But he had no misgivings. He would be faithful for years, and Amy could not fail to reward such constancy. Not only had the little rustic cottages which had been placed on poles here and there about the Clifford dwelling, and the empty tomato cans which Alf, at Dr. Marvin's suggestion, had fastened in the trees, been...
Page 233 - He who would have beautiful roses in his garden must have them first in his heart," and there with queenly power they soon enthroned themselves. In one corner of the garden, which was protected on the north and west by a high stone wall, where the soil was warm, loamy, and well drained, he made a little rosery. He bought treatises on the flower, and when he heard of or saw a variety that was particularly fine, he added it to his collection. On the third morning after her birthday Amy came down very...
Page 265 - ... clouds roll away. But he felt that a cloud deeper and murkier than any that had ever blackened the sky hung over his life. He knew too well why his arm had trembled when for a moment it encircled Amy. The deepest and strongest impulse of his soul was to protect her, and her instinctive appeal to him had raised a tempest in his heart as wild as that which had raged without. He felt that he could not yield her to another, not even to his brother. Nature itself pointed her to him. It was to him...
Page 199 - ... stepped from the door it seemed that some new flower had opened and some new development of greenery and beauty had been revealed. But the crowning glory in the near landscape were the fruit trees. The cherry boughs grew whiter every day, and were closely followed by the plum and pear and the pinkhued peach blossoms. Even Squire Bartley's unattractive place was transformed for a time into fairy-land; but he, poor man, saw not the blossoms, and the birds and boys stole his fruit. Amy wondered...
Page 310 - TENANTS. was standing' near him. Hunger was not his motive, for he had destroyed dozens of fowls the night before. The ermine has been used successfully as a ferret. Having first filed the creature's teeth down, so that it could not kill the game, a hole for high-holders' eggs, and a big black-snake ran down my back, but not inside of my coat, however.