Mr. Oscar Wilde has written a pile of fairy tales, entitled [sic] "The House of Pomegranates". If for no other reason except the wonderfully lavish manner in which the volume has been turned out the take ought to have a capital sale for ornamental purposes. The [sic] drawing are printed by the best photochemical process, and on what is known as patent line paper. The decorations and ... are by Messrs. C. Ricketts and C.S. Shannon. The favorable reception of this work may act as a slight balm to the feelings of Mrs. Wilde, at whose house in Tite street, Chelsea, a robbery was committed, and a quantity of her husband's silver stolen.