by way of a lodge in a vast wilderness, and Paris correspondent gave an account on page but in Provence, comes into the scene, and a Here Yolande meets her 109, is now before American readers in an gold mine, almost, nearer home; and Julian and

and concludes that he does not care to marry the everything is on sale. In the case of the Paris weak thread and will not bear much strain at golden-haired Yolande after all. This revulsion is helped on partly by his father's ugly opposition to the match, and partly by the discovery that Yolande's mother is living, and that she is a wretched opium-eater, from whom Mr. Winterbourne has felt obliged to separate. Under Jack Melville's inspiration, Yolande goes

off chivalrously to rescue her mother, and does exception to the rule, lifted her high above their hair and eyes, and as this book and the

change of front which is unnatural and inartistic. attempted to seduce her. This is an appropriate ish figure, a face of pensive spirituality, and a

and the best things in the style are some touches American public; it may even have a helpful hair which one sees but once in a life-time." like Trollope, as where Mr. Winterbourne, off lesson for some people of loose and low princi- Lorraine was a brunette, with a haughty curl of on his excursion, says in a letter to his confiden-ples, as showing how good may resist evil and the lip and a downward curve of her delicate

tial friend, John Shortlands, that his Slagpool

constituency have been very forbearing with

him. "I suppose it is," he adds, "because I

bully them;" and again, in this bit of talk with his sister, Mrs. Graham, which Trollope might

have written with his own hand:

"And where are you and Yolande going to live, then?" said his sister, regarding him with a curious look. "Are you going to install her family circle. "Take her to as mistress of the Towers?" Lynn?" he said, with a scornful laugh. "Yes, I should think so! Cage her up with that old cat!" "She is my aunt as well as yours, and I will not have her spoken of like that," said Mrs. Graham. "She is my aunt," said this "and she is yours; and she is an young man, old cat, as well."

when he wore a tweed suit, which was what he did wear at the opening of the story. Gerald was a real favorite of that fickle coquette, Fortune; was a being who basks in a steady stream of sunlight; and had descended "from a childhood of Shetland ponies," an origin of man which is certainly new to fiction, and, we make bold to say, would have been a poser even to Darwin. Besides this young man of Shetland pony descent, and the two young women respectively of golden hair and delicate brows, there was a second young man, Trevor, who played Pythias to the other's Damon, and

...

against one another. Here are the heroine's a disappointment. It is a collection of short
musings as to the leading hero on her first sight stories, and when read together they are tire-
of him in church:
some. They are, without an exception, on her
He is an entirely new type, as handsome favorite theme, lovers' quarrels and reconcilia-
as the Count Buonarotti (the handsomest man tions; or dilemmas which are torturing to her
I ever saw), this de Grey has a look of having tender, piquant, tearful, blushing, tantalizing
more to him than any one I ever met — more
capacity for comprehending everything, or for little heroines, always little ones, who are also
suffering, or enjoying. His face, with all its always or usually the ones to blame for the
brightness, is instinct with sadness- the sad trouble. Our author is at better advantage in
martyrs, the same indescribable sadness one
sees in the pictures of those old
one of her spun out, but never dull, novels,
hears in the undertone of all beautiful music where her vivacity and ingenuity have ample
that underlies all most grand in nature, a sad room. She does not bear the test of having
ness as terrible as it is undefinable; one feels seventeen of her brief tales brought together.
it. And yet he does not look like a melancholy
the perfect, the pounded-out harmony of a
nature that -

ness one

etc.

weakness. However, the heroines are dainty
and charming, and as a rule they are made
happy at the end.

who was as dark as his friend was fair; and person in the least, but as though it came from Such a collection shows her in poverty and
there was a Judith Fane, who had a purely
Junoesque cast of countenance, dark hair, and
deep liquid eyes, "which changed and softened
at times as only such eyes can." The story
turns upon the question whether it is an affec-
tion or a flirtation between Gerald and Marjie,
but it proves to be an affection, and with a
solemn intonation in his blithe young voice he
remarks that, having stood in the shadow alone,
they have at last been brought into the sunshine
together. The shadow consisted of various vicis-
situdes of love at Kissingen, Ascot, and elsewhere.
Of sense there is not a great deal in this story, but
of sentiment, such as it is, a plenty.

Miss Macquoid's Story. The publishers of Miss Macquoid's novel have put it into a dress that commends it at least to

while a list of all the other seventeen novels

heroine herself is suffered to lie "full two
hours," alone, in a faint, brought on by a final
scene with that lover who has appeared from
time to time all through the story and then gone,
uttering the words that he would go with " the
of the book, which is destitute of point, purpose,
benefit of the doubt." The title is the best part

This same "pounded-out" gentleman, when he offers his hand, says: "Breta, my love was Home Reading for Girls. - was bumped into me. I have seen stars - a Classed as "Home Reading for Girls" comes star ever since," referring to an accident. The Constantia Carew, an autobiography, a cleverlybook abounds in heroes, one of whom has a written and wholesome story of English life. "burly laugh," one a "bilious laugh," one a The characters are well conceived and managed; "repertory" of attitudes, the grandest being they act as human beings would be likely to act shown when dressed in full riding costume, his under the circumstances; and it is a tacit comabundant waving blonde hair mingling artistically pliment to the good sense and perception of with his blonde beard, and mounted on a fine, the author, that, as we read, we have a sense of spirited horse of the largest size and most reality. Constantia is the rector's eldest daughperfect proportions, he himself of the largest size ter; and very early in the story a soured, elderly and most perfect proportions, etc. Breta gazes gentleman of the neighborhood, who has disin at fringed gentians all in the month of June herited his only son, takes a liking to her, and of bloom in the State of New York. The lead- entreats him to do something for the son and but perhaps those flowers anticipate their time makes his will, leaving her all he has. She ing hero is thrown from his horse, and has a his family, but to no purpose; and, afterwards "bump" which makes him unconscious; but becoming acquainted with the wife, who is the credit of saving his life, as "those suspen-music-lessons, she presses the matter urgently, Breta thanking heaven he has "come to," has supporting husband and children by giving sions of life have to be met very promptly". and offends her friend thereby. When his death a fact which the author soon forgets, since the takes place, it is found that a new will has been made and the estate is to go to an unpromising brother of Constantia, to the surprise of everybody. But a compromise is soon made by which the rightful heir comes to his own, and the story ends satisfactorily, except that the of a vicious pany. There is a good deal of indigood rector had to be sacrificed by the agency viduality about the characters. The easy wife of the rector, who is aptly called "My Lady A Whimsical Wooing is a specimen of literary Serena," the lovely Beatrice Hinchcliffe, and art in small compass. There is aptness, propor- even her little Kappel and Bee, Cuthbert, who tion, and that intangible something which makes is Constantia's lover, the Ball-Bakers, the girls, every word tell; it is a spirited trifle with the Awdry, all are carefully defined. The book material for a successful acting comedy, with is not crowded with people, and there is nobody three characters, hardly more, the action occu-in it who does not have something to do with pying but few hours, the whole in six brief the story. Good comes out of evil, and the chapters. To Robert Fenoglio life is a bore, day in and day out; and a friend suggests as a remedy to give himself up "to the unknown and unforeseen," follow out the first whim, let things take their chance, not think before he acts, but after. He then takes his leave, having engaged Roberto to help him in his suit for the A Thoroughly Poor Novel. hand of a lovely cousin. As he goes out of the It is not often that the reviewer has to do with room he neglects to make sure "that the bolt a book which is absolutely without merit, but had shot properly into the socket." On this The Benefit of the Doubt has nothing which can chance the fate of the three characters depends, conscientiously be praised. Crude, evidently and the lady becomes the wife of the wrong the author's first work, it gives no promise of man, who proves, however, in the end, to be anything better in the future. The style is the right one. The story is brilliant, highly slovenly; and the display of musical techni- dramatic, and very entertaining, but would be calities, school-girl slang, and attempts at smart- the better if two or three little inuendoes were ness make matters worse. The choice heroine left out. becomes conscious that she has been "drolling ;"

all Atlantic voyagers by the Williams & Guion Line. For on the outside of the cover is a picture of the famous ship "Alaska," and on the inside an advertisement of the line itself; of this "Transatlantic Series" faces the titlepage. As for the novel, its outward frame-work of eight books, fifty-five chapters, a prologue, and an epilogue, has a rather formidable look, and one's first impression gained therefrom of the story as being somewhat spun out, is likely to be confirmed in the reading; nor does it offer a great deal to one's interest, certainly nothing to one's excitement. Miss Macquoid succeeds to the full in disgusting us at the outset with her main character, a Harriet Gray, a companion-governess, a selfish, hard, designing creature, who, having set her cap for "her sailor love," Stephen Brent, and lost him, puts up with a widower, old enough to be her father, and settles down as Mrs. Limber. Then she proceeds to make a money match between her step-son Dick, and his pretty cousin, Elsie Neale, the end of which effort is that Stephen Brent steps in and marries Elsie, and carries off the money. It is seldom that the opening pages of a book give us so disagreeable a sensation about a woman as those of this book give of Harriet Gray.

or one well-defined character.

A Whimsical Wooing.

A Book of Short Stories.

an artist has been faulty in not "sensing" some- We always expect something bright from the thing, eyes "drift," and people "fetch up "author of Molly Bawn. But her last book is

moral is worked out easily and naturally. There
is interest enough in it to keep the attention of
young readers; it is written in English that one
can commend, and is sweet and true to life.

An Anglo-Egyptian Novel.
So far as we know the novel entitled Beyond
Recall is the first attempt so far made to utilize
in fiction the stirring incidents of the late Anglo-
Egyptian war. The story opens in a P. & O.
Steamer [Peninsula and Oriental], among whose
passengers are Anne Cartaret, the heroine of
the book, and Denzil Lawrence, its hero. The
suburbs of Alexandria and its bright, half-
Oriental, half-English society make the back-
ground for the further love-story, whose course
hinges on the mooted and often-discussed ques-
tion, as to whether or not a man is bound by
a promise to one woman when he has learned
to love another woman better. Judged by the
cold standard of common sense, it would seem

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that a man could hardly do a girl a greater wrong than to wed her when his real preference leads him in another direction; but modern romance says otherwise, and decrees that a promise, however hasty, however mistaken, is to be kept, even when the keeping of it involves the misery of everybody concerned. To this overstrained sense of right, Anne Cartaret sacrifices her own happiness, and that of the man she loves, a sacrifice which, considering the feather-weight of her rival and the extreme probability of her easy consolation in case Denzil had broken the engagement, seems to say the least doubtfully needful. We say nothing of the further act of martyrdom which leads Anne, after Denzil's death, to assume the lifelong charge of Clare. Such an act belongs to romance rather than real life, and is not to be judged of by ordinary standards.

Charles Lamb, "This White Devil of Italy sets
off a bad cause so speciously, and pleads with
such an innocence-resembling boldness, that we
seem to see that matchless beauty of her face
which inspires such gay confidence into her, and
are ready to expect, when she has done her
pleadings, that her very judges, her accusers,
and all the court, will rise and make proffer to
the grave ambassadors who sit as spectators,
defend her, in spite of the utmost conviction of
her guilt:

Of his resolved powers; nor all the wind
Of vanity or malice pierce to wrong
His settled peace, or to disturb the same;
What a fair seat hath he, from whence he may
The boundless wastes and wilds of man survey!
And whilst distraught ambition compasses,
And is encompassed; whilst as craft deceives
And is deceived; whilst man doth ransack man,
And builds on blood, and rises by distress;
And th' inheritance of desolation leaves
To great-expecting hopes; he looks thereon
As from the shore of peace, with unwet eye,
And bears no venture in impiety.

"So sweet and lovely does she make the shame, Musophilus, a poem in defence of learning Which, like the canker in the fragrant rose, and poetry, dedicated to Fulke Greville, is cerDoes spot the beauty of her budding name.'" tainly the best work of Daniel. It is in the Joshua Sylvester, who in his own day obtained form of a dialogue between a man of the world, the epithet of the " Silver-tongued," was another disposed to ridicule and contemn the pursuits of of Shakespeare's friends and contemporaries. men of letters, and the poet himself. The proHe is remembered chiefly as a translator, espe-gressive and hopeful character of the age is well cially of The Divine Weeks and Works of Du illustrated in the passages in which the poet foreBartas. The remarkable little poem called "The tells an approaching vast expansion of the field Soul's Errand" has been ascribed to him, but of science, and dreams of great and unimagined his claim to it is now entirely set aside. It was destinies (since then fully realized) reserved for the production of his friend, Sir Walter Raleigh, the English tongue. Philocosmus, the man of and it is included among Raleigh's pieces in the world, argues that Professor Morley's Shorter English Poems without any allusion whatever to the doubt as to its authorship. Sylvester was a hater of tobacco, and how he could look the magnificent Raleigh in the face after writing his pamphlet against the The Times and Associates of Shakespeare. weed, it is hard to imagine. The first smoker

SHAKESPEARIANA.

EDITED BY WM. J. ROLFE, CAMBRIDGEPORT, MASS.

BY REV. S. Fletcher WILLIAMS, LIVERPOOL, ENGLAND.
III.

of one of his critics.

John Webster, the gloomy, the author of The Duchess of Malfi, The White Devil, and kindred pieces, is less known than the rest of his confraternity, though Hazlitt attributes to him the merit of being "one of our greatest dramatists." He was not nice in speaking his mind to those who displeased him; and his dedication to his play of Vittoria Corombona or The White Devil of Italy, which was not successful in the representation, seems to contain a hit for those of us who are not quick of apprehension. Webster says "that it wanted that which is the only grace and setting out of a tragedy, a full and understanding auditory." "Most of the people," he also observes, "that come to the playhouse resemble those ignorant apes who, visiting stationery shops, their use is not to inquire for good books but new books." It was sometimes imputed to him that he could write only with labour, and in a skit of 1620 he is laughed at for taking twelve months to discover the errors In the preface just alluded to he acknowledges that he wrote slowly: "To those who report I was a long time finishing this tragedy, I confess I do not write with a goose-quill winged with two feathers." Yet Webster was one of the most impressive of his class of writers. His dramas, unlike those of Jonson, are irregular and confused in plan; his characters are often wildly distorted; and the whole composition is in some degree imperfect; but there are single scenes in his works which, as exhibitions of the more violent passions, are inferior to nothing in the whole range of the British drama. He was a man of original genius, with a strangely profound capacity for taking pleasure in subjects of awe and fear, and yet not lacking in variety of power. His two best tragedies are the Duchess of Malfi and The White Devil, although Appius and Virginia is marked by a simplicity, a deep pathos, an unobtrusive beauty, a singleness of plot, and an easy progress in the story which led Mr. Dyce to "suspect that there are readers who will prefer this drama to any other of our author's produc

tions."

In the Duchess of Malfi the interest turns upon the sufferings of an innocent and amiable woman, who is described by Hazlittand I entirely agree with him—as "one of the grandest, and at the same time most touching creations in dramatic literature." Hallam praises the delineation of the character of the Duchess for both originality and skill of management, and adds: "I do not know that any dramatist after Shakespeare would have succeeded better in the difficult scene where she discloses her love to an inferior." In the White Devil, styled by Hazlitt "a fearfully fine tragedy," the interest arises from the representation of one of the worst of female characters; and yet, writes

in England must have compassionated the man
who could indite such an Essay as that entitled:
"Tobacco battered and the Pipes shattered about
their ears that idly idolise so base and barbarous
a weed, or at least overlove so loathsome a
vanitie, by a volley of hot shot thundered from
Mount Helicon."

As a

Samuel Daniel enjoyed the friendship of
Shakespeare. He was, indeed, more fortunate
than most poets in his associations. He won
the respect of his most distinguished contem-
poraries. Amongst those with whom he main-
tained an intimate intercourse were Camden,
Drayton, Shakespeare, Jonson, Fulke Greville,
Harrington, and Spelman. Gabriel Harvey paid
tribute to his merits, and Spenser transmitted
his character to after times in his Colin Clout's
Come Home Again. He spent the greater part
of his life in the service of royal and noble per
sonages, but often retired to a small house and
garden in Old Street, St. Luke's, London, which
he rented, where he composed most of his dra-
matic pieces and enjoyed the company of Shake-
speare, Marlowe, Chapman, and others.
poet he belongs to the class of historical narra-
tors. He aspired to write a great epic but sig.
nally failed. His Wars of the Roses, a poem in
eight books, possesses smoothness of rhythm and
a lucid and simple style, but it is a bald and
tame production. Daniel had no eye for a stir-
ring picturesque scene, no art to make his char-
acters distinct and natural. The poem, there-
fore, produces the effect of a sober and judicious
chronicle done into verse, in which the Hotspurs,
Mortimers, and Warwicks, are all very much of
a piece. The two tragedies of Daniel, the Cleo-
patra and Philotas, and his two pastoral tragi-
comedies, Hymen's Triumph and the Queen's
Arcadia are noticeable chiefly for the historical
taste rather than the poetic genius of the author.
His miscellaneous poems were in general so
applicable only to the persons and circumstances
of his own age, that they have fallen almost en-
tirely out of notice. Yet in some of these pieces
his neatness and delicacy of expression atone
for the absence of higher qualities. In all his
poems and plays he wrote in a style of purity,
perspicuity, and directness not common among
his contemporaries, and in advance of his age.
"It is the chief praise of Daniel," writes Hal-
lam, "that his English is eminently pure, free
from affectation of archaism and from pedantic
innovation, with very little that is now obsolete.
Both in prose and in poetry, he is, as to lan-
guage, among the best writers of his time."

Daniel's Epistle to the Lady Margaret, Count-
ess of Cumberland is still ranked among the
finest effusions of meditative thought in the
English language. Take these two stanzas as a
sample:

He that of such a height hath built his mind,

And reared the dwelling of his thoughts so strong,
As neither fear nor hope can shake the frame

Men find that action is another thing
Than what thev in discoursing papers read;
The world's affairs require in managing
More arts than those wherein you clerks proceed;
Whilst timorous Knowledge stands considering,
Audacious Ignorance hath done the deed:
For who knows most, the more he knows to doubt,
The least discourse is commonly most stout.

Musophilus, the man of letters, replies, amongst
other things, that if the true student were dis-
tinguished from the mere pretender, and learn-
ing and science justly encouraged by reward, the
reproach of feebleness would soon pass away
from the literary schools; then our drooping
universities would only -

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labour to extend

Their now unsearching spirit beyond these bounds
Of others' powers, wherein they must be penned;
As if there were besides no other grounds:
And set their bold "plus ultra" far without
The pillars of those axioms age propounds:

Discovering daily more and more about
In that immense and boundless ocean
Of Nature's riches, never yet found out,
Nor fore-closed with the wit of any man,
So far beyond the ordinary course
That other unindustrious ages ran,

That these more curious times they might divorce
From the opinion they are linked unto

Of our disable and unactive force:

To show true knowledge may both speak and do,
Armed for the sharp which in these days they find,
With all provisions which belong thereto.

And what may not be the destiny reserved for
our English tongue?

And who (in time) knows whither we may vent
The treasure of our tongue? To what strange shores
This gain of our best glory shall be sent,
T'enrich unknowing nations with our stores?
What worlds in the yet unformed Occident
May come refined with th' accents that are ours?
America, with its thirty millions of English-
speaking freemen, has answered that question.

In the latter part of his life Daniel recognised that a race of greater poets than himself had extinguished his early popularity, or, as he expresses it himself, that he had

outlived the date

Of former grace, acceptance, and delight. He, therefore, retired to a farm in Somersetshire, where he died in October, 1619. At the close of his career, when he found that the public approval no longer smiled upon his labours, he appears to have formed a true estimate of the qualities to which he was indebted for his

success:

And I, although among the latter train,
And least of those that sung unto this land,
Have borne my part, though in a humble strain,
And pleased the gentler that did understand;
And never had my harmless pen at all
Distained with any loose immodesty,
Nor ever noted to be touched with gall,
To aggravate the worst man's infamy;
But still have done the fairest offices
To virtue and the time.

Michael Drayton, a native of Warwickshire, was highly respected by his contemporaries. He associated on familiar terms with Jonson, Shakespeare, Selden, and other men eminent for their literary character and personal worth.

Had he been of a servile disposition he might have made himself acceptable to the courtiers of King James, and through them to the monarch. It is noticeable, however, that the names of neither Buckingham, Somerset, nor Salisbury, occur in his works; and this significant omission may justify the inference that he lived free from the vices of the court and its flatterers. Meres informs us that Drayton, "among scholars, soldiers, poets, and all sorts of people, was helde for a man of virtuous disposition, honest conversation, and well-governed carriage; which," he adds, "is almost miraculous in the declining and corrupt times."

Drayton was a voluminous writer. The complete collection of his poems forms a folio volume of four hundred and ninety closely printed pages, and embraces almost every variety of composition. Throughout the whole extent of his writings he shows the fancy and feeling of a true poet. His Barons' Wars is full of action and strife: swords flash and helmets rattle on every page. England's Heroical Epistles twelve pairs of letters supposed to be exchanged between so many pairs of royal or noble lovers -are flowing, fiery, and energetic, and withal extremely modern in style. The Nymphidia, one of the best known of Drayton's poems, and having for its subject the amours of the court of fairy land, is a work of the liveliest fancy. His productions, of course, exhibit various degrees of merit, but in some parts they are worthy of the golden age of English literature. His chief

characteristic was an ardent love of national antiquities, and he possessed sufficient patriotism to prevent his desire of fame or profit from doing any injury to his imagination. All ranks of the community loved to hear the glory of England exalted in every form that fancy could invent; and, though Drayton could bear no comparison with Spenser either in power or fertility, he was far from deficient in ingenuity or in the knowledge of his art. Bathed as they were in the spirit of nationality his verses established for him a reputation as one of the national poets.

Drayton's most celebrated poem is the Polyol bion, a work exhibiting many excellencies, and entirely unlike any other in English poetry, both in its subject, and in the manner in which it is written. It is a description of Great Britain, so replete with antiquarian lore that Bishop Nich

Hebrew of his day." For twenty years he had been en-
gaged on a Hebrew version of the New Testament, which
is now being printed. He had made admirable translations
of Shakespeare and Milton into Hebrew.

Bedford. At Shepherd's Brook, London, June 8, Fran-
cis Bedford, 83 years; the famous book-binder; of whom a
sketch may be found in the Athenæum of June 16.
Bewick. At Gateshead, England, June 8, Miss Isabella
Bewick, 93 years; last surviving child of Thomas Bewick,

the engraver.

poet, Mr. Edward

the Rev. George Crabbe, grandson of the
Fitzgerald. At Merton, England, while on a visit to
Fitzgerald, 75 years; a learned and skillful translator of
Calderon, Omar Khayyam, and Eschylus. "It was char-
acteristic," says the Academy, "of the privacy which he so
much loved in everything that most of his books were first
printed only for presentation to his friends; and that, when
he did consent to publication, he never placed his name
upon the title-page, though he made no parade of the anony
mous" The Athenæum gives this pleasant personal touch
to his portrait: "His yachting experiences brought him into
contact with the fishermen of the eastern coast, and he be
guiled his leisure by collecting the words and phrases used
by his seafaring acquaintance. For several years his yacht
was his summer home, but advancing age compelled him to
abandon the sea, and after the death of his old boatman he
gave up the river also."

NEWS AND NOTES.

Yankee Doodle, the poem recently delivered by Robert Grant before the Phi Beta Kappa Society at Harvard, has just been published in neat pamphlet form by Cupples, Upham & Co. Mr. Grant, who is very well known as the author of The Confessions of a Frivolous Girl, is the youngest poet who has yet read before the Harvard Chapter of the Phi Beta Kappa. Just ten years ago he was poet of his class at Harvard. He was married on the 3d of the present month to a daughter of Sir A. T. Galt, of Montreal, who is a son of John Galt, the famous English novelist.

A memorial of the late Lorenzo Prouty will be published at once by Cupples, Upham & Co., Boston. It is a book entitled Fish, their Habits, Haunts, and the Best Methods of Taking Them; with descriptions of trips made by Mr. Prouty in the woods of Maine and Nova Scotia. The work is in part written by Mr. Prouty himself, and in part compiled from his journal by his

widow.

The new and enterprising firm which goes under the title of "The Philadelphia Biography Publishing Company," which made a great success of its first volume, an account of all the city officers of the bi-centennial year, has now in hand a new volume which will give short but careful biographies of a hundred prominent Pennsylvanians. Representative names will readily occur: Governor Pattison, AttorneyGeneral Brewster, ex-Governor Hartranft, Geo. W. Childs of the Ledger, and Charles Emory Smith of the Press. A third volume will contain lives of coal celebrities, including miners and shippers, and the chiefs of the Pennsylvania, New York, and Boston Coal Carrying Com. panies. The number of names is about eight hundred. These volumes are finely illustrated with photogravures.

- Of Mr. Crawford's Mr. Isaacs fourteen thousand copies have been sold, and his Doctor Claudius ought to do even better.- A prize of six thousand two hundred francs has been awarded to Emile Montegut, by the French Academy, for his translation of Shakespeare.

Prof. Sayce is editing a new edition of Herodotus for Macmillan & Co., in several volumes. Generous space will be devoted to critical essays on archæological details.― Macmillan & Co. are to publish two editions of Mr. Hardy's But Yet a Woman, one at a shilling.— Mr. Colquhoun's Across Chrysê is going into German, and will be published in that language by Brockolson remarks "that it afforded a much truer account of the kingdom, and the dominion of haus of Leipzig. - Mr. Froude has written a Wales, than could be expected from the pen of a Cassell & Co., Limited, announce for imme-sketch of Luther for one of the reviews, and Dr. poet." The work is full of topographical and diate publication a series of Manuals for Students Peter Bayne is at work on a life of Luther, which antiquarian details, and of innumerable allusions to remarkable events and persons as connected of Medicine. This series has been projected to will make two large volumes.— A new play by with various localities; yet such is the imagina- meet the demand of medical students and prac- Mr. Wilkie Collins, Rank and Riches, has been tive power of the author, so richly does he ideal-titioners for compact and authoritative manuals produced in England, but not with success. ize almost everything he touches on, that the which shall embody the most recent discoveries, sense of weariness never comes upon us in read- and present them to the reader in a cheaper and ing it. The history contained in it is so accurate that antiquarians such as Kennett, Hearne, and more portable form than has till now been cusothers, cite Drayton as authority in disputed tomary. The authors are either examiners or points. A strong and somewhat prejudiced view the teachers in well-known medical schools. is given in an address accompanying it, of the literature of the time, but it is eloquently written, New and valuable illustrations will be freely and deserves to be regarded as a valuable chap- introduced. The manuals will be printed in general remarks upon the English novel, old and

ter in the contemporary history of James the First's reign.

clear type, upon good paper, of a size convenient for the pocket, and bound in red cloth, limp, with I wished to say a word on one of Shake red edges. They will contain from 300 to 640 speare's most fortunate contemporaries - George Chapman, the first translator of Homer into pages, and will be published at prices varying English, who enjoyed the friendship of the most from $1.00 to $2.50. The following are now in distinguished poets and wits of the age- Shakespeare, Jonson, Dryden, Spenser, Sidney, Mar- press: I. Elements of Histology. By E. Klein, lowe, Daniel and others: but I am lingering too M. D., F. R. S., Joint Lecturer on General Anlong over the shadowy pages of a volume of atomy and Physiology in the Medical School of literary history too rarely opened in these busy, St. Bartholomew's Hospital, London; II. Surbreathless days. We will bid farewell to this goodly company of ghosts, bearing away with gical Pathology. By A. J. Pepper, M. B., M. S., us, be it hoped, an impression of their power of F. R. C. S., Surgeon and Lecturer at St. Mary's intellect and fervour of imagination that will lead Hospital; III. Applied Anatomy. By Frederick

There is a somewhat noticeable paper in the Athenæum of June 16, on Emily Bronté, by Mr. Swinburne. The suggestion of it seems to have been Miss Robinson's memoir of Emily Bronté, which has lately been reviewed in these columns ; but Mr. Swinburne makes the book a text for new, upon the Bronté sisters at large, and upon Emily Bronté's novel of Wuthering Heights in particular, a work upon which Mr. Swinburne places a very exalted estimate. "It is certain," he says, "that those who do like it will like nothing very much better in the whole world of poetry or prose."

- Mr. Shiuichiro Saito, who lately resigned his position in the Japanese foreign office at Tokio to accept the position of Secretary to the Minister of the United States to Corea, was graduated from the Harvard Law School in various periodicals, and translated with Mr. Edward Greey, The Loyal Ronins. He was present with Gen. Lucius H. Foote, our minister in Seoul, at the ratification of the Shufeldt treaty, a few weeks ago.

us to a closer acquaintance with the best part of Treves, F. R. C. S., Senior Demonstrator of 1879. While in this country he contributed to
the works they have left to us and to our poster-
ity- -a splendid legacy, the value of which will
not perish while the English language remains.
Their lives were often faulty and unhappy, but
their writings are immortal.

Anatomy, and Assistant Surgeon at London
Hospital; IV. Human Physiology. By Henry
Power, M. B., F. R. C. S., Examiner in Physi-
ology, Royal College of Surgeons of England
V. Pathological Chemistry. By Charles H. Ralfe,
Salkinson. At Vienna, June 5, Rev. J. E. Salkinson;
M. D., F. R. C. P., Assistant Physician at Lon-
whom the Athenæum pronounces "the finest writer of don Hospital. Other volumes in preparation.

Necrology.

Mr. F. E. Chryne writes to the Academy of a visit paid to a venerable artist in Parma, Scara

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