- Black, J. B.
Andrew Lang and the Casket Letter Controversy
Thomas Nelson and Sons Ltd., Edinburgh, 1951, Wraps, , , Very Good
32 pp. A sticker shadow, some discoloration near edge of wraps, a few light pencil marks in text, else fine. Being the Andrew Lang Lecture delivered before the University of St. Andrews, 11 May 1949. ''You will see that I am leading you gently but firmly towards what is generally admitted to be the greatest 'Serbonian bog' of History, where 'armies whole' of critics have 'sunk', in vain effort to find bottom, and from which few have emerged with credit.''
An excellent report by Maureen Mulvihill of the auction of rare books and manuscripts from the estate of Paula Peyraud
The Paula Peyraud Collection: Samuel Johnson & Women Writers in Georgian Society. An Auction Report by Maureen E. Mulvihill as published in Eighteenth-Century Studies, Fall 2009, with 8 images and a list of selected buyers, prices & new locations of the Peyraud properties.
A pdf of the published report may be downloaded here: http://www.ilab.org/download.php?object=documentation&id=81
‘DARK LADY’ OF RARE BOOK COLLECTORS, PAULA FENTRESS PEYRAUD (CHAPPAQUA, NY, 1947 ~ 2008). Peyraud Collection Auction, May 2009, Bloomsbury Auctions N.Y. 483 Lots (books, manuscripts, images). Sales total: $1.6 million, including premium. Photograph, Margie Van Dyke. Bookplate from Peyraud copy of Frances Burney’s Cecilia, (lot 218, buyer McGill University). Bookplate bears inscribed initials (“FCP - EKP”), being the collector’s grandparents Frank C. Peyraud & Elizabeth Krysler Peyraud, both visual artists (see “Peyraud,” Benezit, vol. 10, 2006 edition).
Those gold marauders of the air, The brown bees, bustling everywhere, Led me away To where, in sulphur-colored showers, The Autumn heaped her gold of flowers, And bound her hair With all the beauty of their disarray. Above her head the birds took flight, And by her side a shape of light Danced like a Fay, Who wove strange magic with the grace Of glancing limbs and twinkling face, And raiment bright, That blew like gossamers about the day. Who was this creature, dancing past? Who came and went, now slow, now fast, At airy play; The goldenrod unto her feet Kept time; and with her heart's wild beat, To the very last, The Black-eyed Susans set their heads asway. I asked of flower and of tree: "Who is this Elfin? What is she So bright and gay?" They murmured what I could not hear; For she kept laughing in my ear, Bewildering me, And whispering words too wild for me to say. Then, in a movement, she was gone, Flying a veil of cloudy lawn, Pinned with a ray; And then I heard "The Wind am I! The Wind who now must say good-bye, And go till dawn And dance with stars and waves upon the bay." And all night long, snug in my bed, I heard her feet as far they led The dancing spray; And to the moon and stars a shout She raised and tried to blow them out, Then laughed and fled To greet the dawn who walked on hilltops gray.Madison Cawein [1865–1914]