We regret that this pretty little volume did not reach us in time for notice previous to the Holidays. It will be found an ornament to that refuge of ennuyées, the centre-table, and whoever wishes to have his fortune told, may be sure of a graceful and pithy response to the questions, so that hope of future joys may relieve the frequent martyrdom of evening parties. The wall-flower may thence win a promise that she shall yet become a Rose, and the youth, too green a grape for even foxes’ food, look forward to the time when he shall be the pride of the vintage.*
“Sibylline Verses; or, The Mirror of Fate,” New-York Daily Tribune, 9 January 1846, p. 1.