The Hogarth Press publishes an interesting volume of the Victorian
Photographs of Famous Men and Fair • Women (t2 2s.) taken by Mrs. Cameron. Mrs. Cameron's father was an astonishing Anglo-Indian who drank himself to death and was consigned in a cask of rum to await shipment to England. The cask stood outside the widow's bedroom door. In the middle of the night, so the almost unbelievable story goes, she heard a violent explosion, rushed out and found her husband, having burst the lid off his coffin, " bolt upright, menacing her in death as he had menaced her in life." She went off her head, poor thing. But her daughter, writes Miss Virginia Woolf, inherited a strain of her father's indomitable vitality. Ai a "pfiotographer, few Modern artists can equal her. Mr. Roger Fry has some interesting remarks on the reason why old photographs are so often better than those of to-day. He even describes her picture of Carlyle as a masterpiece whose poignancy neither Whistler nor Watts can approach. Professor Jowett's is another startling likenesi, and. so is Mrs. Herbert Duckworth's. This is a remarkable and unusual volume.
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