For sale by Veery Books:

Black, J. B., Andrew Lang and the Casket Letter Controversy
• 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.''

  
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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).

AUTUMN: A DIRGE

The warm sun is failing; the bleak wind is wailing;
The bare boughs are sighing; the pale flowers are dying;
And the Year
On the earth, her death-bed, in a shroud of leaves dead,
Is lying. 
Come, months, come away,
From November to May;
In your saddest array
Follow the bier 
Of the dead, cold Year,
And like dim shadows watch by her sepulchre.

The chill rain is falling; the nipped worm is crawling;
The rivers are swelling; the thunder is knelling
For the Year;
The blithe swallows are flown, and the lizards each gone
To his dwelling;
Come, months, come away;
Put on white, black, and gray;
Let your light sisters play -
Ye, follow the bier
Of the dead, cold Year,
And make her grave green with tear on tear.