Ir will perhaps be remembered that our Indian correspondent not Jong ago mentioned the sad death of Mrs, Nicolson, the poetess whose "The Garden of Kamo" and "Stars of the Desert" wore received with such admiration by the critics at home. Wo have uow received from Mr. William Heivemann, the publisher, London copy of her third and her last volume of poems, "Love in India," by Laurence Hope. It is a cloth-bound volume of 92 pages (5s. net), enriched with a photogravure portrait of the author. It contains nearly fifty poems, all. of them jewels, but not cold as jowels are, but full of beauty and passion. The glow and fire, the sensuous Ianguor, of India are: in every line. These poems are not for quotation, they are to be read and read again, sitting on a hillside under a tree, with the sound of running water in one's oars, and a nymph near by to fan away the mos-quitees. Then the reader, however old and weary and wan with care, would be carried back to India and youth and love, with over all a tinge of that sadness which "Laurence Hope" never entirely loses, and which had in it a foreshadowing of her early death. Her poems are not written virginibus puerisque; they are written for those who have known passion and pain, who have loved and lost, and to them "Indian Love" will bea precious possession.
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