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PHILADELPHIA: HERMAN HOOKER, 1840 RARE BOOK. FIRST EDITION, GREAT DETAIL ON INDIVIDUAL FLOWERS WITH BOTANY AND POETRY. VERY NICE FOR THE FLOWER LOVER. FOUR BEAUTIFUL PLATES. DARK BROWN … Altro …

PHILADELPHIA: HERMAN HOOKER, 1840 RARE BOOK. FIRST EDITION, GREAT DETAIL ON INDIVIDUAL FLOWERS WITH BOTANY AND POETRY. VERY NICE FOR THE FLOWER LOVER. FOUR BEAUTIFUL PLATES. DARK BROWN COVER, GOLD DESIGN FRONT AND SPINE, TIGHT AND CLEAN, LIGHT FOXING.NICE INDEXES OF INTERPRETATIONS AND FLOWERS IN BACK.INTERESTING AND ENTERTAINING BOOK.Catharine H. Esling (April 12, 1812 - April 6, 1897) was an American author and poet who contributed to the periodical literature, as well as a hymn writer.Catharine (sometimes misspelled "Catherine") Harbison Waterman (sometimes misspelled "Watterman") was born in Philadelphia, April 12, 1812. Under her maiden name, she became known as an author in various periodicals. Her first published pieces appeared in the New York Mirror. She has since contributed to the Annuals, and to Graham's and Godey's Magazine. She wrote hymns, such as "Come Unto Me", which were published in an annual called The Christian Keepsake (1839). She also stated that her hymns never would have been published but for her mother. In 1841, she edited a volume, Friendship's Offering for 1842. In 1850, her poems were collected and published under the title, The Broken Bracelet and Other Poems.In 1840, she married Captain George J. Esling, of her native city, who was serving in the Merchant Marine. ANTIQUE BOOKS DEN, WHERE INTERESTING BOOKS LIVE., HERMAN HOOKER, 1840, 2.5, San Rafael, CA: Insight Editions, 2017. First Edition. Signed by the author / photographer Alec Byrne and dated by him 12/25/17 on the title page. Beautifully produced oversize book, 11 1/4 x 14 14, 254 pages of mostly black & white photographs and a separate color section, with 5 six-page gatefolds, enclosed in the publishers box. As new. Organized into a preface by Tony Norman Two Faces of London, introduction by Alec Byrne with Tony Norman More Than anything I Could Have Imagined, the plates, color images, contact sheets, afterword by Alec Byrne with Tony Norman, and index, and acknowledgments. From the publisher: Through the 1960s and into the 70s, young photographer Alec Byrne covered the exploding rock and roll scene in London. Legendary British artists - such as the Beatles, the Rolling Stones, Led Zeppelin, the Who, and David Bowie - roiled the capital to the core along with groundbreaking American musicians such as Chuck Berry, Jimi Hendrix, and the Doors. The vibrancy of Swinging London provided provocative fodder for the talented lensman, capturing the height of a cultural revolution. Byrnes resulting voluminous collection of rock and roll photos disappeared out of sight, kept in storage for the following forty years. This incredible archive is now presented for the first time in a gorgeous deluxe edition, enclosed in a lavishly designed case. Through rare performance images, intimate portraits, and candid captures of the scene, London Rock: The Unseen Archive brings the era into stunning focus, painting an evocative picture of an inimitable time and place. Since those early, heady days, Alec Byrnes work has been featured during the 2013 Rock and Roll Hall of Fame induction ceremony, exhibited at the South by Southwest music festival, and become a part of the National Portrait Gallery in London. From musician, photographer, and photography collector Graham Nash, whose portrait is included in the book from his time in the band the Hollies: What a time it was, such a wonderful feeling, that music was a breath to the soul...that time in London, when every band wanted to change the world, convinced all that music was a growing, unchallenged force of nature. These images are physical proof of that pervading feeling of joy mixed with bravado, vision, and soul. Enjoy, as I did., Insight Editions, 2017, 0, London: William Heinemann Ltd, 1955. First edition of Greene's classic novel of exploration of love, innocence, and morality in Vietnam. Octavo, original blue cloth. Very good in a very good dust jacket with light rubbing. Against the intrigue and violence of Vietnam during the French war with the Vietminh, Alden Pyle, an idealistic young American, is sent to promote democracy, as his friend, Fowler, a cynical foreign correspondent, looks on. Fowler’s mistress, a beautiful native girl, creates a catalyst for jealousy and competition between the men, and a cultural clash resulting in bloodshed and deep misgivings. Written in 1955 prior to the Vietnam conflict, The Quiet American foreshadows the events leading up to the Vietnam conflict. The Quiet American proves "urgent, mournful and unsparing there’s not another book quite like it" (Salon). Adapted to the screen in 1958, and again in 2002 starring Michael Caine and Brendan Fraser., William Heinemann Ltd, 1955, 0, hardcover. Introd. Essay by Lord David Cecil. Edited by Graham Ovenden. 119 plates. Folio, 1/2 morocco in cloth slipcase, t.e.g. N.Y., 1975. First American Edition. Fine.<br/><br/> One of 100 numbered copies, signed by Cecil and Ovenden. Possibly the most beautiful, probably one of the earliest, and certainly the most characteristic of all photographic albums.<br/><br/>, 0, Buenos Aires, Argentina: Guillermo Kraft Limitada. Very Good with no dust jacket. 1946. Limited Edition; First Impression. Full-Leather. Hardcover with white and black calf skin (or perhaps horse skin) leather cover and handmade leather latches. Written in Spanish. Some wear to edges otherwise very good condition. white fur on skin shows fading. The cover has an engraved image of a goucho (cowboy) or conquistador on a horse with lance or sword in hand.Marbled end papers shows browning due to age. Beautiful color plates. "Don Roberto Cunninghame Graham, the Scottish gaucho who loved and knew the Argentine pampas (plains), relates in LOS CABALLOS DE LA CONQUISTA his broad understanding of this noble, intelligent, and naturally elegant animal, without whose presence the conquest of the America's would have been a task less than that impossible. He accompanies in his pages the strenuous days of Hernán Cortés, following him through the faithful gaze of his chronicler and assistant Bernal Díaz del Castillo, a well-versed and passionate connoisseur of the different hairs and hoists of horses. Follow then the steps of Hernando de Soto ('one of the most congenial conquerors'), on his trip to Peru in the footsteps of Pizarro, and then on his arrival in Cuba and on the landing in the Peninsula of Florida. The conquest of the Rio de la Plata is approached through Felix de Azara and the English Jesuit Falkner, with whom he evokes the epics of Mendoza, Irala and Garay. With them, locates in the few horses that brought in the middle of the XVI century the origin of the legendary wild horses that a few years later had been deployed to the whole width of the pampas, already forming a substantial part of its landscape." (edited review by Soup of Books) Originally published in 1943 this is a limited edition dated 1946 with handmade skin cover. Very nice. Out of focus on scan is due to latches holding cover up off scan table. Request photos.; Illustrations and Color Plates; Folio 13" - 23" tall; 129 pages ., Guillermo Kraft Limitada, 1946, 3, New York: Scribners, 1922. Second printing. This was the office file copy of F. Scott Fitzgeralds agent, Harold Ober Associates, with their printed label on the front pastedown. A good to very good copy with a few minor spots to the front board and some slight darkening and rubbing to the spine and a bit of slight fraying to the top and bottom of the spine and corners in a fine facsimile dust jacket. Harold Ober (1881 - 1951) was one of Americas most respected and successful literary agents. He represented such distinguished authors as William Faulkner, and is perhaps best known for both his professional and personal association with F. Scott Fitzgerald. Obers relationship with Fitzgerald was particularly close and supportive, and like any complex alliance, it suffered through occasional bouts of conflict and contention. Over the years Ober played an integral role in the cultivation of Fitzgeralds career, offering professional counsel and financial assistance, often giving him advances against unsold stories. In turn, Fitzgerald dedicated his book, Taps At Reveille, to Ober. After Fitzgeralds wife Zelda was institutionalized, Harold and Anne Ober stepped in as virtual foster parents to the Fitzgeralds young daughter, Scottie. When Fitzgerald died suddenly in Hollywood, CA while working on The Last Tycoon, his companion Sheilah Grahams first call was to Ober, with whom Scottie was staying, informing him of the sad news. Ober then called Zelda Fitzgerald in Montgomery, AL. The Obers continued their affection and support of Scottie, including lending her money so that she could complete her education at Vassar. All in all, Fitzgerald and Ober were clearly a dynamic literary force, and without question helped to bring modern American literature forward with intelligence, commitment, and style., Scribners, 1922, 0, 7 Autograph and Typed Letters (and several incomplete fragments) from Elmer Davis to Nelle Reeder, the first written aboard the R.M.S. Adriatic, returning from Europe after the Ford Expedition, the others from New York: Feb. 9, April 16, June 14, July 24, Nov. 24, Dec. 27, 1916; and Aug. 12, 1917. Approximately 40 total pages. (There are also incomplete fragments of other letters written on very fragile paper, heavily repaired at folds, two with dates Nov.29, 1916 and Jan. 22, 1918). Accompanied by a 17-page typed (carbon copy) transcript from the privately-held Nelle Reeder Papers of letters written by her, which recount her Peace Ship experiences, Dec. 17, 1915 to Feb. 18, 1916. Henry Ford's quixotic attempt to end the First World War in Europe, while America was still neutral, sending a "Peace Ship" of idealistic "peace activists" across the Atlantic in December 1915, was regarded by many cynics including the 40 journalists who sailed with the party - as a ridiculous venture in amateurish diplomacy by bickering buffoons. One idealist aboard, more down-to-earth than many of the elder suffragettes and pacifists who sailed on the Oscar II was Nelle Reeder, a 21 year-old Wellesley graduate from Kansas who had been a social worker in the tenements of New York City when she joined the Ford expedition as representative of her alma mater. One of the cynics was 25 year-old Elmer Davis, a New York Times reporter and Rhodes Scholar from Indiana, a cub reporter who was normally assigned routine crime stories, but was chosen to accompany the Ford Ship because of his "sardonic wit" which "won him the chance to cover one of the most whimsical stories of the decade" Perhaps their Midwest origins Reeder's parents were also from Indiana - drew them together. In any case, after Ford himself abandoned the ship (which continued to sail around Europe) and Reeder and Davis, like many of the passengers, had returned to the United States, they kept up a correspondence for more than a year after their Atlantic voyage. It trailed off after Davis was married in February 1917 to a woman he had met in England. Nelle Reeder went on to do research work for the War Department in Washington, studying the problems of women in the munitions industry, after the US entered the War, later returning to New York City to become training director for a department store; she never married and remained in New York for the rest of her life. Whether or not she kept up her friendship with Davis, she undoubtedly followed his brilliant career; First a successful free-lance writer, then a nationally-prominent news analyst during the Depression, after Pearl Harbor, President Roosevelt tapped him to head the US Office of War Information, responsible for "managing" both domestic war news and propaganda. Post-war, he became an ABC radio news broadcaster and was renowned for denouncing the McCarthy era assault on civil liberties. He died in New York in 1958. Nelle Reeder's letters from the Ford Peace Ship copied in this archive - were quoted in the 1967 and 1978 histories of the fruitless expedition, which noted that her papers were privately held. Apparently, they still are, as no mention of them appears in the ArchiveGrid database. Elmer Davis' 36 page oral history account of the expedition, recorded at Columbia shortly before his death was based on his 40 year-old memories. The letters in this archive are not only contemporary but written by a young man with no thought of protecting his historical reputation. His journalistic cynicism about what, in writing to Reeder, he laughingly called the "Fredsexpedition" was unguarded, as were his caustic remarks about some of the Ford Ship notables, and, incidentally, his anti-Semitism. They are particularly valuable historical sources since they are probably not duplicated in the extensive Davis Papers at the Library of Congress. Indeed, many of the letters in this archive were hastily typed on scrap papers so flimsy that they came close to distintegrating while in Reeder's possession.The collection includes the following:Carbon copy of a typed transcript of Nell M. Reeder' letters to her parents in Kansas, written during the Ford Peace Expedition: Dec. 17, 1915, Kirkwall between the Shetland and Orkney Islands; Dec. 18, 1915, Christiansand; Dec. 22, 1915, Grand Hotel, Kristiania; Dec. 29, 1915 Grand Hotel, Stockholm; Jan. 5, 1916 Paladshotellet, Copenhagen; Jan. 9, 1916 The Hague; Jan. 12, 1916, aboard the Noordam, near Dover, England; Jan. 22, 1916 In the Atlantic en route to New York; Feb. 18, 1916 Wellesley College, Mass. 17pp. totalReeder expresses her surprise at all the "terrible dissension" on the Ship about "the methods of settling peace", even the "battles royal" at meetings of the 24 students and graduates aboard. She herself was idealistic about the cause of Peace but doubted that she would oppose American preparedness if she thought her country was itself threatened. But her letters are less significant records of the diplomacy of the Expedition than of the day-to-day life on the ship. She mentions some notables like Ford himself, S.S. McClure, Ben Lindsey, Louis Lochner and particularly suffragette Inez Milholland, whom she greatly admired (and who is also mentioned in several of Davis' letters) but she spent most of her time with the other students her age as tourists on their first trip to the Continent, visiting museums and attending the opera and social events like an Artist's Ball. Curiously, one person who is not mentioned in any of her letters is Elmer Davis. Their experience together can only be surmised from the following retrospective letters, which also mention many of their mutual Expedition acquaintances, such as Milholland and her former lover, poet and Socialist editor Max Eastman. Autographed and Typed Letters of Elmer Davis to Nelle Reeder "On Board RMS Adiatic", Feb. 9, 1916, 9pp. Everything ends finally except the things that ought to end, and won't and wiggle along on the edge, half alive and half dead. One of which is the well known Fredsexpedition / unless the Stockholmites have ended it by this time. But my part ended somewhat sooner than I had expected for I had hoped to come back at leisure in the Nieuw AmsterdamBut my boss for God know what reason, having a somewhat inadequate conception of the difficulties of international travel in these times, bade me catch the Adriatic in order to get home earlier. I did it, much to my disgust; if these had been the slightest hitch anywhere between the Hague and Liverpool I'd have missed the Adriatic and come back with the bunch. But every connection worked perfectly; our London office got the British diplomats to decorate my passport with a visa that brought respectful kowtow from official whom Id expected to detain me for several hours; the boat on which I crossed to England was sunk by a mine, but a British gunboat took us off and ran us into a war port where a special train was made up to take u to London; a major on the Liverpool dock came near arresting me on the theory that I was a Polish Jew named Szczernowki, wanted for espionage, but after gazing into my simple, open countenance and listening to my heavy Hoosier dialect decided that he made a mistake. I simply could not miss the AdriaticThis excellent old tub is traversing the Atlantic at a rate of about four kilometers a month, turning aside now and then to graze on the cowslips along the wayI am making up sleep cutting down the skoals per day to a figure tending to approach zero as a limit, and amusing myself by trying to write a fiction story about a man who committed a highly praiseworthy murder which nobody appreciated. The Fredsexpedition and the part of it we were interested in jolted to pieces slowly like a ship stuck on a sand bank. First you went; then four or five days later the main body, with most of our journalistic friends; then after a bit the Stewarts, who had stayed over to go to London; then Carolyn, whom we farewelled extensively and who was anti-climatically sent back from the frontier and stayed with us another week or so; then Rosika and Louie (Gott strop 'em) and then peace delegates bound for Stockholm; then Carolyn, for good (she got through at least to Berlin); last of all myself. It had a curious detachment and definition and finality, that whole party, so that I can only compare it to a work of art; it started abruptly and was somehow aloof from everything around it, and ended decisively (except for the ridiculous after piece at Stockholm) so that the whole thing was like walking in off Broadway to see a four act play and when the last curtain falls putting on your coat and walking back with the same old Broadway. Don't you think so? Or do you? There wasn't much in the way of events, episodes and campfire stories after you left. Joe and Carolyn and I completed our financial ruin by continuing to eat at the Hotel des Indes, an institution where we became well and favorably known and where we left about all of our currency. There were a few events of note perhaps the most notable being a skoal party in which Joe and I participated with Perk and Allie Stewart just before these left for London the conversation including the liberation of the subconscious personality, the spiritual value of intemperance, the spiritual value of passion, possibilities of elevation of the vulgar throng, asceticism, ways and means of freeing the spirits from the trammels of this clayey husk, relative value of mortification of the flesh on the one hand, and full-blooded worship of Dionysus on the other the inevitable classic touch which I usually tend to introduce after five highballs discussion of the personal characteristics of various members of the party, including those present; free and frank criticism of the universe at large, winding up with Allie telling Joe that he had a beautiful soul, which had no doubt been alive for many thousands of years, and that she could see the colors in it, one of which was lavender; but that perhaps after all the vegetables were beings of a higher order then ourselves. Now it occurs to me that you threatened to be in New York on or about the 6th or 17th of this monthIf this worthy kettle gets there by that time, which God alone knows, I expect to see you This is by far the longest letter indeed almost the only letter that I've written since I gave up trying to tell my friends back home what the Ford party was like. You should appreciate it, for the time for its composition was time stolen from the murder story which might make me famous. And again might not. Probably not. What?" New York, Apr. 16, 1916, 5pp. "I know I am the scum of the earth; but as a matter of fact I was a sort of a Cinderella on, a very mild Cinderella, I admit, but still a Cinderella on the Fredsexpedition. I was sort of human for a while, and for a little while after I got back; but I don't seem to be able to keep it up after contact with the job and a few of the long-term obligation is that a good taxational phrase and standing issues of my ordinary existence. One thing that spoiled me was that right after I got back I plunged into a literary work that I thought for a few brief weeks was going to make me a fame and a fortune all at once, till I realized that I was trying to put over an eighteen-months job in about as many weeks. I didn't wake up to that will I had spent in profitless labor a lot of valuable time that I ought to have used in consolidating the territory gained as the war offices put I while on the well known Pilgrimage of Piffle.So I am not much more of a person now than I used to be a little, but not much; and it isn't anybodys fault particularly of course maybe its mine, but I couldn't admit that you know but only the way the cards are dealt. The past few weeks have been notable chiefly for the frantic effort of the Ford survivors to keep together and to be all friends and brothers when back in the great city and their own little circles just like they were whey they stood in hollow square with their bayonets toward the foe on the Oscar II. Despite our well meant intentions it cant be done, of course. None of us will every be again exactly as we were then, and there was so much of external circumstance that contributed to the quick growth of friendship that here in the big town, where Damon sees Pythias about once a month, and calls up some morning to ask him to go to a show that night and finds that Pythias was carted out to Cypress Hills in a mortuary car two weeks ago why here in the big town, to resume, we see each other only fragmentarily and diversely.The Swains, of course, are the one best bet; they will be friends with most of the others a long after most of the others have drifted apartMax [Eastman} has put over an educational movie which involves a trip from coast to coastat the firm's expense. I see the Braleys now and thenthey seem to be getting along infinitely better, both with each other and with outsiders, than they did on that hapless honeymoon. Ed Graham drops long occasionally, to try to suppress stories discreditable to the university which he represents; Miriam Teichner got to ride on a Barnum and Bailey elephant across the arena in Madison Square Garden and wrote a piece for the paper about itHelen Bullitt Lowrey is disporting herself at all the artists' balls and notable festivities that our great city, the modern Babylon, affords. Helen is becoming some notable character and fussed our chubby Venezuelan Sunday editor considerably at the Fakirs'Ball by remarking how well he'd look in a halo and nothing else.our ways lie along different routes. Mine, at present, to be sure, don't lie along any route at all, but when I abandon workI have a few friends. Or had. At first they all hopped in and asked with one accord, 'What bout the Ford expedition?' Everything in one sentence, you understand. And a few days later it was 'Can that Ford stuff we don't want to hear any more about it.'Our your friend Carolyn blew through rapidly on route to ChicagoShe alleges a great time in Berlin, but professes that she doesn't like the labor of real newspaper workI'm taking three days off my real job this week to help a friend who is putting out campaign literature about T. Coleman du Pont, the favorite son of Delaware. My small practice as a fiction writer should be of great avail in that activityYou description of winter at Wellesley was enough to make me wish I could be thereI am a rotten correspondent, particularly at 330AM when I have been working all night and am trying to sit up and stay awake till nine o'clock in order to start in writing encomiums of the presidential candidateWhen are you coming to New YorkWe need exp, 0, Princeton, NJ:: Princeton University Press,, (1980.). Very near fine in a like dust jacket. A lovely copy of an uncommon work. . First printing. The very scarce hardcover first edition of this poet's first book. Winner of virtually every American prize and honors offered for poetry, including the MacArthur 'genius' award and the Pulitzer prize, Graham is one of the most important poets writing today - her poetry is praised for its crystalline clarity and for its complexity of vision, for its craftsmanship and its lyrical beauty. A title in the Princeton series of Contemporary Poets. 67 pp plus 1 p of notes on the poems., Princeton University Press, 4<