In 1865 her first volume of poetry appeared under the title of "Verses and Ballads," and the welcome given to it induced her to issue, five years later, "Yorkshire Songs and Ballads." A still more important volume was given to the world in 1878, from the well-known house of Messrs. Macmillan & Co., entitled, "On the Seaboard." The critical press were not slow to recognise the sterling merits of this book, which soon passed into a second edition. On this work the reputation of Mrs. Phillips mainly rests. Some of the poems had previously appeared in the pages of _Macmillan's Magazine_, _All the Year Round_, _Cassell's Magazine_, and other leading periodicals. They had been widely quoted in the press on both sides of the Atlantic. "These poems," said the reviewer, in a leading London daily, "suggest a recollection of Charles Kingsley, but the writer has a voice and song of her own, which is full of yearning pathetic sweetness, and a loving human sympathy with the anxious homes of the poor toiler of the sea. The poems evince a true simplicity of style which is only another word for sincerity." It was stated by another critic that "This volume of verses stands out in bright relief from the average poetry of the day. All is pure, womanly, in a setting of most graceful and melodious verse." Other notices were equally good. In 1884, Messrs. J. S. Fletcher & Co., Leeds, published "Told in a Coble, and other Poems." Many of those relating to Whitby were warmly welcomed, and added not a little to her fame. This is her last volume of collected poems, but not a few have since been written and printed in the periodicals, and might, with advantage to the world of letters, be collected, and reappear in book form. Mrs. Phillips was for a long period one of the honorary secretaries of the Ripon Home for Girls, and did much useful work for this excellent institution. Says one who knew her well, "She was extremely generous in disposition, and her warm-hearted liberality and her kindly interest in those in distress endeared her to all classes." On May 25th, 1897, she died at Sea Lawn, Torquay, having reached the age of sixty-six years. Instead of giving brief quotations from several pieces, it will be perhaps the better plan to reproduce at length two or three of the author's poems, and enable our readers to form their own conclusions. We may not quote the best of the writer's work, but indicate her style. No one, we think, can read lines like the following without being moved, and his sympathy extended to the sorrowing fisher-folk:-- LOST WITH ALL HANDS. "'Lost, with all hands, at sea.' The Christmas sun shines down On the headlands that frown o'er the harbour wide, On the cottages, thick on the long quay side, On the roofs of the busy town.