Some Press is one of those pieces of nature-study in which, in Matthew 

 Notices* Arnold's phrase, we have that rarest of all modern qualities, 

 ' healing power.'" — Mr. Alfred Noyes in The Bookman. 



" The genius of ' Fiona Macleod ' is a thing subtle, elusive, 

 apart, defying classification and analysis alike. . . . The appeal 

 of this book is to such as love the earth in her varied moods — 

 such as delight in the delicate shades of colour and form, the 

 subtle changes of light and sound which make up the magnificent 

 pageant of the year. ... Is it this subtle sense of the imagina- 

 tive values of words which is the secret of these haunting 

 pictures ? " — The Academy. 



" In the present volume the late William Sharp bequeaths to 

 us a delightful legacy, embodying the chief teachings of his 

 prose and verse." — The Manchester Courier. 



" Here, again, we have the old, beautiful web made of dreams 

 and fantasies, shot through with the colour of folklore, of 

 legends and traditions — exquisitely chosen, if they were not, 

 indeed, made by Fiona Macleod — above all, a passionate delight 

 in the beauty of the world. And all set forth in an ordered 

 procession of words which are as beautiful as the things they 

 represent. Fiona Macleod had the Celtic gift of eloquence in 

 a superlative degree. ... To open this book anywhere is to be 

 pelted with words like jewels with fire at the heart of them. 

 And in our drab days we shall miss the Wonder-Worker 

 sadly."— The Pall Mall Gazette. 



<e Where the Forest Murmurs seems to contain sure and certain 

 signs that it is not the work of a woman. It is full of a love of 

 abstract beauty, of a nearness to Nature herself, Nature Pagan 

 and primaeval. . . . Women have done many things in the 

 world of letters, but they have not yet written with the purely 

 impersonal passion that burns in these pages, touching us with 

 an art at once profoundly melancholy and profoundly moving." 

 — The Irish Times. 



" Fiona Macleod is here revealed as the interpreter of Nature, 

 who has an intimacy with her in many moods. ... In every 

 page there is a call to see and hear and love Nature, to share 

 the writer's joy and passionate delight — a call framed in words 

 so fitting and so strangely beautiful that there is no resisting 

 it." — The Dundee Advertiser. 



