"The book can hardly fail to be widely read as its sterling merit becomes known."--_Hastings Observer._ "One of the most remarkable features of this volume is the fact that of the sixty-five poets sketched and quoted in its pages, not fewer than twenty-six are women. It is doubtful whether any other religious body could produce an equal proportion of female singers."--_Glasgow Herald._ "The volume has an introduction of ten well-written pages on the rise of Quakerism and Quaker poetry, which fittingly leads up to the condensed biographical notices of each author whose works are quoted.... The book is admirably done, and the editor is entitled to the thanks of all who are interested in the preservation of the literature of the Society of Friends."--_Christian Leader._ Just published. Crown 8vo., 330 pp. A Portrait of the Author and other Illustrations. Price 3/6. THE RED, RED WINE, BY THE REV. J. JACKSON WRAY. "This, as its name implies, is a temperance story, and is told in the lamented author's most graphic style. We have never read anything so powerful since 'Danesbury House,' and this book in stern and pathetic earnestness even excels that widely-known book. It is worthy a place in every Sunday School and village library; and, as the latest utterance of one whose writings are so deservedly popular, it is sure of a welcome. It should give decision to some whose views about Local Option are hazy."--_Joyful News._ "The story is one of remarkable power."--_The Temperance Record._ "An excellent and interesting story."--_The Temperance Chronicle._ "It is written in a graphic and conversational style, abounding with rapidly-succeeding incidents, which arrest and sustain the interest of the reader."--_The League Journal._ "It is just the right sort of book for a prize or present, and should find a place in every Band of Hope and Sunday School library."--_The Abstainer's Advocate._ "A pathetic interest attaches to this volume, it being the last legacy of Mr. Jackson Wray. It is a story with a purpose--to advocate the claims of total abstinence. The plot is laid in a small village of the East Riding of Yorkshire, and the author sketches the awful ravages of intemperance in that small community. The victims include a minister, doctor, and many others who found, when too late, that the red, red wine biteth like a serpent. Though terribly realistic, the picture is drawn from life, and every tragical incident had its counterpart among the dwellers in that village. It is a healthy and powerful temperance tale, and a fearless exposure of the quiet drinking that was so common in respectable circles thirty years ago. It should find a place in our school libraries to be read by elder scholars."--_Methodist Times._