Her every tone is music’s own, like those of morning birds, And something more than melody dwells ever in her words; The coinage of her heart are they, and from her lips each flows As one may see the burthened bee forth issue from the rose. Only Pinkney’s untimely death—before he was twenty-five—prevented his becoming one of the foremost poets of our country. The _North American Review_, then the highest literary authority in the country, said: “If the name of Thomas Carew or Sir John Harrington had been attached to these poems, we should, in all probability, like others, have been completely taken in.” Another critic declared: “Some of his poems are not surpassed by any similar productions in the English language.” I risk nothing in saying that Pinkney’s readers of 1905 will re-echo these praises—and I trust all who have heretofore sustained me in my historical publications will give as hearty support to this, my first effort in the field of American poetry. The edition will consist of 250 copies, of which 200 will be in octavo (6 × 9) form, gilt top, uncut edges, at $3.00. 50 copies, on special paper, large paper (8 × 11). $5.00. _Postage extra on each._ EACH STYLE WILL HAVE A PORTRAIT OF THE AUTHOR, from an authentic original. III.—ADVENTURES IN THE WILDS OF AMERICA AND THE BRITISH-AMERICAN PROVINCES. By Charles Lanman, author of _A Dictionary of Congress_, _The Private Life of Daniel Webster_, etc., etc. With an Appendix by Lieut. Campbell Hardy, Royal Artillery. 2 vols., octavo. 500 pp. each. Illustrated. Portrait, and memoir of the author by William Abbatt. Price $10.00. Large paper (8 × 11) 3 vols. (consecutive paging), special fine paper. Only 15 copies. $20.00. Originally published in 1857, this most valuable and interesting work has long been out of print and scarce, and hence not known to the present day as its merits deserve. While other books on similar subjects have been issued since, I think none of them—or all combined—equal this, as a record not alone of sport, but of travel, description of scenery, literature and legend (for the author has recorded many most beautiful Indian legends). The range of his journeys was from Florida to Labrador, and from the Atlantic to the present St. Paul and Minneapolis. His style needs no encomium from me. I prefer to quote from letters to him from WASHINGTON IRVING and EDWARD EVERETT: MY DEAR SIR: