_By FREDERICK ROSS, F.R.H.S._ _Contents_: The Enchanted Cave—The Doomed City—The Worm of Nunnington— The Devil’s Arrows—The Giant Road Maker of Mulgrave—The Virgin’s Head of Halifax—The Dead Arm of St. Oswald the King—The Translation of St. Hilda—A Miracle of St. John—The Beatifed Sisters—The Dragon of Wantley— The Miracles and Ghost of Watton—The Murdered Hermit of Eskdale—The Calverley Ghost—The Bewitched House of Wakefield. PRESS OPINIONS. _Beverley Recorder_ says—“It is a work of lasting interest, and cannot fail to delight the reader.” _Driffield Observer_ says—“The history and the literature of our county are now receiving marked attention, and Mr. Andrews merits the support of the public for the production of this and the other interesting volumes he has issued. We cannot speak too highly of this volume, the printing, the paper, and the binding being faultless.” ------------------------------------ +_Elegantly bound in cloth gilt, demy 8vo., 6s._+ Yorkshire Family Romance. _By FREDERICK ROSS, F.R.H.S._ _Contents_:—The Synod of Streoneshalh—The Doomed Heir of Osmotherley—St. Eadwine, the Royal Martyr—The Viceroy Siward—Phases in the Life of a Political Martyr—The Murderer’s Bride—The Earldom of Wiltes—Black-faced Clifford—The Shepherd Lord—The Felons of Ilkley—The Ingilby Boar’s Head— The Eland Tragedy—The Plumpton Marriage—The Topcliffe Insurrection— Burning of Cottingham Castle—The Alum Workers—The Maiden of Marblehead— Rise of the House of Phipps—The Traitor Governor of Hull. PRESS OPINIONS. “The grasp and thoroughness of the writer is evident in every page, and the book forms a valuable addition to the literature of the North Country.”—_Gentlewoman._ “Many will welcome this work.”—_Yorkshire Post._ ------------------------------------------------------------------------ +_Paper Cover, 1s. Cloth, 2s._+ My Christ: and other Poems. BY H. ELVET LEWIS. (ELFED.) “The fifty pages, by no means overcrowded, which Mr. Elvet Lewis has given us, go far to justify the hope that a new poet of genuine power has arisen among us. The thought is often singularly beautiful. The expression is so simple and so natural that it conceals the art. The delicacy of the workmanship may easily blind us to the strength. Mr. Lewis is essentially original, though his affinities are closest, perhaps, to Whittier and Lynch: but there is not a trace of imitation to be found in the book from one end to the other.”—_Literary World._