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derived. And it is the same way that you will read In the Dosy Hours; you will irresistibly turn page after page and will have finished the entire book without having for a moment thought that it is the work of an unusually clever woman.

Those who expected to have stories similar to the Sherlock Holmes adventures presented to them in Mr. Conan Doyle's latest book will be disappointed. And yet the fact remains that The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes are by far the least artistic production from Mr. Doyle's pen, and Round the Red Lamp* contains stories, some of which are artistic in the extreme, and are far more creditable to their author than the former. The Red Lamp is the sign of the general practitioner in England, and these stories deal with various incidents and adventures in the lives of medical practitioners. The Case of Lady Sannox and Lot 249 are immensely exciting; the other stories in the book are merely interesting, but for the most part are very excellently written and will more than hold the reader's attention. In The Doctors of Hoyland, Mr. Doyle gives another view of the prevailing woman question, and presents the female doctor in a new and favorable light. The Third Generation and The Curse of Eve are perhaps the two most artistic stories in a remarkably clever and readable collection.

Mr. Ropes' Story of the Civil Wart is particularly successful, because it is really the first history of the Civil War or indeed of any war which is written on the right plan. When two nations fight they do not look at things in the same light, nor are the causes of their quarrel identical as a rule. When a history is written from the standpoint of one of the contending parties, or even in the impersonal, off-hand way in which most histories are written, the true causes, which are all important, are often necessarily lost sight of. Mr. Ropes has attempted a new method and has succeeded admirably in presenting to the reader the quarrels and ideas of both the North and the South, and he develops this plan in a praiseworthy way as the book progresses. His style is interesting, clear, precise. Mr. Ropes' history is by far the best we have seen of the Civil War, and written as it is in a novel way, which, after all, is the only true way, it may well be said to be the only really comprehensive history of the occurrences of this period.

Mr. Simonds has produced a useful and interesting volume which we should all find room for on one of our bookcase shelves. He calls it American Song, and to use his own words, it is "a collection of representative poems, with analytical and critical studies of the writers." Besides our leading American poets he includes in the volume many contemporary poets whose work, while not all good, is at least interesting for the sake of

*Round the Red Lamp. By A. Conan Doyle. Pp. 307. New York: D. Appleton and Company.

The Story of the Civil War. By John Codman Ropes. Pp. 274. New York: G. P. Putnam's Sons.

American Song. By Arthur B. Simonds. Pp. 310. New York: G. P. Putnam's Sons.

comparison. Prefacing their poems he gives a short life of each author. The introductions which Mr. Simonds has written to the poems of the more celebrated writers are delightful little essays in themselves, and Mr. Simonds' work is no mean addition to the book, which is certainly a sensible collection of American poetry.

Among the numerous collections of verse which have appeared lately is a very dainty little book called Pipe and Pouch; The Smoker's Own Book of Poetry* Nothing prettier of this kind has been issued for a long time, and the idea is not only original but charming. The title sufficiently explains the purpose of the volume. The verses are all in praise of the narcotic weed, and the editor has succeeded admirably in keeping the poetry, whose authorship ranges from Ella Wheeler Wilcox and Rudyard Kipling to William Cowper and James Russell Lowell, up to a high standard. At a time when all of us are racking our brains over Christmas presents a book of this sort comes as a kind of inspiration. The binding and typography are perfect, and the volume deserves wide notice and a large sale.

Sincerity is the keynote of Wesleyan Verse,t a pretty little volume sent to us from Middletown, and this is indeed, as the Editor says, the first characteristic of all good literature. The poems are, as they should be, of the lightest possible description, and the standard is high. College verse is often worth preserving, and we wish heartily that when another book of this kind is issued from Yale we shall produce as excellent and creditable a volume as this one from our smaller sister University.

Putnam's have started a new series of books on the same plan as the successful "Stories of the Nations" series. This is to be called the "Hero of the Nations Series," and promises to be fully as useful and entertaining as the former. The volume on Cicerot is very complete and follows the life of this "hero" to its smallest detail. It gives an account of Cicero which cannot be found in the Roman histories or in the encyclopedias, and is a valuable addition to the literature concerning him. Mr. J. L. StrachanDavidson writes pleasantly, and in appearance the book is all that could be desired.

It is a pity that Alethea Wiel did not deal more with the political and romantic side of Venice in the writing of this book.§ The mere history, shares of those peculiar beauties which make every nook and corner in Venice so

*Pipe and Pouch: The Smoker's Own Book of Poetry. Compiled by Joseph Knight. Pp. 182. Boston: Joseph Knight Company. Price, $1.25. Wesleyan Verse. Pp. 112. Selected from the Undergraduate Publications of Wesleyan University. Edited by Frederic Lawrence Knowles. Middletown, Conn.

Cicero. By J. L. Strachan-Davidson, M.A. Pp. 446. New York: G. P. Putnam's Sons.

SVenice. By Alethea Weil. Pp. 478. New York: G. P. Putnam's Sons.

charming, is, to say the least, tiresome reading, and at many points this book becomes uninteresting. It is undeniably useful and is a valuable addition to the "Stories of the Nations" series, but we think that a more poetical treatment of the subject would have improved the volume.

The three volumes of the Ariel Edition* of Shakespeare's works which lie before us are sufficient to show the purpose of this latest addition to the editions of his plays. There is nothing pretentious about them and their usefulness is limited. They are merely small rectangular volumes, giving the text clearly printed, without notes. In our opinion any one who desires an edition of Shakespeare can find something better suited to his purpose at any bookstore. For no text needs to be annotated more than Shakespeare; and we think that a suitable introduction is almost a necessity. The Ariel Edition is wanting in these features, and, moreover, these little books seem to us to lack just that quality for which they were evidently issued-daintiThe illustrations are in outline, and to any one who has seen the plays staged they must seem wonderfully deficient in accomplishing those purposes for which illustrations are intended. That the text is a good one and is well printed is the most that can be said for the Ariel Edition.

ness.

Five Thousand Words Often Misspelled† is a companion book to the same author's Seven Thousand Words Often Mispronounced and is equally useful and excellent. It is better than a large dictionary because it is not bulky, and superior to a small one on account of the large size of the print. It certainly contains every word needed.

TO BE REVIEWED.

The Life of Frances Power Cobbe. By herself. In two volumes. Boston: Houghton, Mifflin & Company.

The Play Actress. By S. R. Crockett. New York: G. P. Putnam's Sons.

The Story of Lawrence Garthe. By Ellen Olney Kirk. Boston: Houghton, Mifflin & Company.

Pushing to the Front. By Orison Swett Marden. Boston: Houghton, Mifflin & Company.

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The Daughter of the Nez Percés. By Arthur Paterson. New York: G. Gottsberger Peck.

Shakespeare's Plays. The Ariel Edition. Unabridged. New York: G. P. Putnam's Sons.

Five Thousand Words Often Misspelled. By W. H. P. Phyfe. Pp. 303. New York: G. P. Putnam's Sons.

Occult Japan. By Percival Lowell. Boston: Houghton, Mifflin & Com

pany.

Iola. By M. L. Hillhouse, L.L.B. New York: G. P. Putnam's Sons.

Childhood in Literature and Art. By Horace E. Scudder. Boston: Houghton, Mifflin & Company.

RECEIVED.

Rancho Del Muerto. By Capt. Charles King. And Other Stories of Adven-
ture. Paper: 25 cents. New York: The Outing Publishing Company.
Thucydides. Book III. Edited by C. F. Smith. Boston: Ginn & Company.
Baron Kinatas. By Isaac Strange Dement. Chicago: M. T. Need.
The Philosophy of Teaching. By Arnold Tompkins.
Company.

Boston: Ginn &

Difficult Modern French. By Albert Lenne. Boston: Ginn & Company. The Spell of Ursula. By Effie Adelaide Rowlands. Paper: 50 cents. Philadelphia: J. B. Lippincott Company.

Our Notions of Number and Space. By Herbert Nichols and W. E. Parsons. Boston: Ginn & Company.

Introduction to French Authors. By Alphonse N. Van Daell. Boston: Ginn & Co.

How Thankful Was Bewitched. By J. K. Hosmer. New York: G. P. Putnam's Sons.

EDITOR'S TABLE.

This is the season when we sit before a pad in Alumni Hall nibbling our penholders and realize most thoroughly that it is a condition and never a vestige of a theory that confronts us; when the light in the window of the ground floor of North finds an answering gleam from the top floor of Vanderbilt, until darkness flee away and day dawn and the grim portals of old Alumni open wide for her victims. These are the days when warnings of marks rapidly increasing toward a dimension whose limit is Milford vie in their plenty with notices that "your work is unsatisfactory (1.85)" in your easiest snap course; when, in short, we are reminded that there is indeed a faculty. The morning summons of the alarm clock is the voice of an angel of wrath proclaiming the dawning of a perennial day of judgment, and the sleepy proprietors of the "Quick and Dirty" and the " Hot Dog on Wheels" grow to know our nightly visits so well that they call us by our first names; and the State street canine digs up all his buried bones and retires into forests about Lake Whitney until the raw material for domestic frankfurters returns to its par value. The Man-Looking-for-Trouble finds no more doors opening to his knock than does the book agent. The elms shiver in their straight jackets of frozen sleet for want of the blanketing of digest advertisements which have been transferred to the new and prosaic bulletin boards. The letter from the family asks more questions than it contains checks and the letter to the family says that there is very little to say and the time is so short before we will all be together that it isn't worth while to say it, but if it is not very inconvenient. The old clothes man offers to flip your fare home or nothing for your dress suit, and the bills lie ankle deep in the inner doorsill. The sweep waxes scrupulous and prompt, and your every word moves him to tear-provoking laughter.

The Saint smiles benevolently and remarks upon the fact that all this woe and trouble is but a heightening contrast to the joys of vacation. For his part, while he expects nothing more in his astral stocking than a new halo he is sufficiently joyful over the fact that he patronizes a college where students do not try to make up for their deficiency in athletics with their proficiency in language.

TO A WILD ROSE.

Wild Rose, at night,

When sets the sun, thy petals sink to rest
Folded as though in prayer across thy breast
In sweet delight.

Then shadows creep

Across the moss-grown moor, and with a sigh
The wind comes dreaming from a cloudless sky
Upon thy sleep.

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