Asiatic Quarterly Review (Full Title: The Imperial and Asiatic Quarterly Review, and Oriental and Colonial Record): Volume XIII, No. 26 [‎539r] (202/238)

Reviews and Notices.
4*5
Dean and Son, Ltd. ; i 6 oa, Fleet Street, London, 1901.
5 . My Fourth Tour in Western Australia, by Albert F. Calvert,
f.r.g.s., author of “The Discovery of Australia,” “The Exploration of
Australia,” “The Aborigines of Western Australia,” etc. Second edition.
A handsome quarto volume of 360 pages, profusely illustrating various
places and incidents which came under the author’s own personal purview.
He has set down, as he himself says, “ only such things as I saw and heard
during my visit, and in so doing I have, to a large extent, sacrificed my
opportunities of unfailing information in order to confine myself to a
narrative of personal experiences. In previous books my object has been
to advance the interests of the colony, and draw attention to her wonder
ful, but little-known, resources. But the object of the present volume
is to interest and amuse.” Apart from the ordinary statistical hand-books,
there is no other work yet produced which affords so much accurate
information and which creates so much interest. There are beautiful
maps, also very numerous sketches of persons, places and incidents.
Among the places visited are Albany, Perth, the Goldfields of Coolgardie,
Geraldton, Cue, the Murchison, Roebourne, the Coast, Tambourah Creek,
Nullagine, Talga-Talga and other places. The work is magnificent, and
for the purpose intended it cannot be excelled.
William Heinemann ; London, 1902 .
6. The Garden of Kama, and other Love Lyrics from Lndia, arranged in
verse by Laurence Hope. To give an idea of the merits of this work, it
will, perhaps, be fairest to notice, in the first instance, the composition at
P- I 33» v i z -> “The Garden of Kama, the Indian Eros,” from which its
title is derived, and from which we quote as follows :
Verse 1 . “ The daylight is dying,
The flying fox flying,
Amber and amethyst burn in the sky.
See, the sun throws a late,
Lingering roseate
Kiss to the landscape to bid it good-bye.
Verse 3 . “ We know not Life’s reason,
The length of its season,
Know not if they know, the great Ones above.
We none of us sought it,
And few could support it,
Were it not gilt with the glamour of love.”
The story of Lilavanti (p. 73), which is, of course, meant to be
intensely pathetic, contains the following description of a drowned “ un
fortunate ”:
“ By women here, who knew her life,
A leper husband, I am told,
Took all this loveliness to wife
When it was barely ten years old.
And when the child in shock’d dismay
PTed from the hated husband’s care,
He caught and tied her, so they say,
Down to his bedside by her hair.”