SUCH SOUND DOCTRINE. [From the New York Evening Post.] UCH a periodical as the Literary World must do much to help forward the growth of our young literature, and it is not easy to estimate the permanent value to American letters of this now firmly established journal of literary criticism. Its editor's view of the functions and the duties of the reviewer of books, as we learn it from his practice, is one which might be adopted with advantage in many places where a precisely opposite system prevails now. This view is that criticism, to be of any worth either to literature or to the readers immediately addressed, must be in siastically, without an if or a but. At the [From a New York Editor.] "I have read the Literary World with unusual interest for several years, because of the fairness, intelligence, and discrimination shown in its treatment of books, and heartily hope that its field of usefulness may grow with its years and its reputation." [From a distinguished Virginia Poet.] must be denied him; but a more remarkable figure in its bold and salient individuality, and sharply marked light and shadow, is nowhere seen in American history. WE E know a teacher in our public schools, with eight hundred boys under his supervision. In thirty years he has not struck one of them. Per contra, we know of, — happily, we don't know her, a female teacher in this city, who whips on an average two of her pupils per day, not exempting little things of seven or eight years. A few days ago, a boy having been whispered to, and not answer"Allow me to thank you for all the delighting, as we hear, was cruelly beaten by this your criticisms have afforded me during the inhuman woman; who, on the demand of his past year. Your utter fearlessness is matter mother, made a grovelling apology, confessing of constant admiration to me, and the way in that she did it in a fit of passion. She uses which you dare to speak out your own honest the vulgarisms "ain't" and "tain't," in the conviction, unawed by authority,' this side presence of her scholars. Now we submit the water or the other, is something refreshing that such a person, one who has “fits of pasto see in these truckling times, when the out- sion," is unfit to have charge of a school of spokenness of moral courage is below par. I, young children. Corporal punishment in for one, thank you for it; and only wish that schools is a relic of the past, contemporary with your circulation was such that you could give the pillory and stocks. If a teacher is incapus the Literary World as a weekly or bi-able of controlling his pupils by mere mental monthly." [From a Correspondent at Brooklyn, N. Y.] "I should like to thank you for the pleasure and profit I receive from the Literary World. The fine taste shown in the extracts and criticisms of poetry is one of its especial attractions." COUNT FRONTENAC. Louis XIV.," forthcoming.] power, he has mistaken his calling: the rôle of mule-driver would suit him better. The name of Boston, which has long boasted of its schools, takes shame from the tolerance of the barbarous practice of whipping little children. Again we are overwhelmed with books, and must leave many, which deserve careful atten tion, unnoticed. THE DEAD CHILD. WE submit to our readers that, in this number of the Literary World, they have their money's worth. Twenty-four pages of so-so [From Francis Parkman's "Monarchy in America, under and all for fifteen cents. This possibility strikreading matter fresh from our private mint; H'S IS own acts and words best paint his char-ingly indicates the cheapness of brains. Kind the main friendly, and altogether fair; that to acter, and it is needless to enlarge reader, regard these teeming sheets as our discover and to point out the merits of a lite- upon it. What, perhaps, may be least for- gift for Happy New Year! rary performance is a more useful as well as a given him is the barbarity of the warfare more agreeable task than to find fault; that that he waged, and the cruelties that he perour literature needs the encouragement of mitted. He had seen too many towns sacked, praise where praise is honestly due, even more to be much subject to the scruples of modern than it needs censure for its faults: as praise humanitarianism; yet he was no whit more to be of value must be discriminatingly given, ruthless than his times and his surroundings, so censure, to work a cure of evil tendencies, and some of his contemporaries find fault with must be pronounced in a spirit of kindness him for not allowing more Indian prisoners to and perfect fairness. Reviews, and minor be tortured. Many surpassed him in ruthlesscommentaries upon books, written in this conness; none equalled him in capacity and vigor. scientious way cannot be other than a health- When civilized enemies were once within his ful stimulus to literary activity. The December power, he treated them according to their number of the Literary World has extended degree with a chivalrous courtesy or a generreviews of McLennan's "Studies in Ancient ous kindness. If he was a hot and pertinaHistory," Schuyler's Turkestan," Weiss's cious foe, he was also a fast friend; and he excited love and hatred in about equal mea"Wit, Humor, and Shakspeare," Curtis's sure. His attitude towards public enemies "Dottings Round the Circle," The Carlyle Anthology," and a number of other recent was always proud and peremptory, yet his books, together with a long list of briefer no-courage was guided by so clear a sagacity, tices of new books. 66 66 [From the New York Evening Mail.] The Literary World for December is a capital number. What we like specially about it is, that when it approves of a book it does not hesitate to say so plainly, warmly, and enthu that he never was forced to recede from the Where Christ once lay in sleep; Their soft depths sacred keep. One finger fills her bud-like mouth, Around her stand two angel forms Around his head a flame; Will he stride o'er the field, Never more will his smile with sweet blushes illume The fair maiden's cheek, for the brown eyes are sealed For ever, and the lips cold and white That were red with the red roses' bloom! In their undying youth, DEIRDRE. On the Tree's topmost spray Sit the Falcons of God, Justice, Valor, and Truth. Since the earth's primal day, When the weak heart of man With its burden of woe 'Gins to faint, flash they forth round the earth's shining span, Bringing life as they go, Three falcons like them in the council Were the lov'd ones to-day lying low! HER WOMEN. Oh the Bright-bearded One 2 Oh his smiles like the sun! Quenched for aye in the mould! Shall we see him no more in his beauty arise Like the laugh of the Morn when she wakes on the wold, Heaven's roses her garments upon And a light from the Gods in her eyes? I sleep never more, DEIRDRE. Save of death's stony sleep By the side of my lov'd ones!-0 thou through their gore Of their grave, - their cold grave,- That I rest where they slumber the sleep of the brave, A weak flower forgotten in the storms, Oh the dark noble face,3 Oh the long raven hair, All for love like to him, looking death in the eye? Who shall lead us to gladness from lands of despair? Who shall fill in the banquet his place? In the battle when great deeds are nigh? DEIRDRE. Are the Gods living yet? Do they see from their thrones? Have they hearts all unmoved, without ruth or regret? Do they hearken my moans? Will they sweep not this sward With a besom of flame, Bringing Treason its meed, bringing crime its reward, Blighting life, blasting fame, For the deer of the infamous deed, For the Plotter of death and of shame? HER WOMEN. Over mountains forlorn, Over lake, over main, "My memory and the type make me believe it was cut from amongst the Transcript's "M. 1. S.," Framingham, sends a like answer: In your paper of Dec. 1, a correspondent, J. A. E., Hawley, Mass., inquires as to the authorship of the following lines: "For past the Alpine summits of great pain Lieth thy Italy!' "They occur in the following poem by Rose Terry, whose name now I believe is Rose Terry Cooke: "The stranger wandering in the Switzer's land, Thinks of another wanderer in the snows, Lieth thine Italy!" "M. I. S.," Framingham, favors us with a long list of queries, which we answer as well as we can: "Will you allow me to present a list of questions for your column of Notes and Queries,' leaving it to your discretion to print as many or as few of them as you please in one number of your periodical? "1. By whom and in what work was written this line: Who all did wilfully expect the silver-threaded morn?' The holder of the seals, we believe, was it at once." the Chancellor of the Exchequer. “12. And this: The Rockingham Administration (1765-1766) sold no employments and obtained no reversions '?" It means that the ministry sold no ffices, and, we think, had none come back on its hands. 13. In the first volume of poems published by Helen Hunt, 1871, entitled Verses. By H. H.,' occur several poems addressed to certain persons who are designated by their initials only. One poem on page 58, to R. W. E.' is, of course, addressed to Emerson. On page 75 is one to A. C. L. B.;' is it known who is meant by these letters? On page 83, Friends. To A. E. P.' Page 104, Welcome. C. C.'. Can you tell me the persons meant?" 6 No doubt these names are local. CORRESPONDENCE. "THE VESTIGES OF CREATION.” Editor Literary World :— In the November issue of the Literary World, I find among the "Notes and Queries" the following inquiry as to the authorship of that well-known book, "Vestiges of the Natural History of Creation.” -"F. L. C.," Chicago, writes: "Will you oblige a reader by answering, in a future issue, who was or is the author of Vestiges of Creation'? "In an advertisement to the second Ameri can edition, published by Wiley & Putnam, New York, about 1845, Sir Richard Vyvyan, Bart., F.R.S., &c., is said to be the author. "14. Where is, or was, the island of New He is not so named, however, by Allibone, or Orleans?" We never heard of the island of New Orleans. The city is built on a bend in the "2. And these lines: The great English Mississippi, and may resemble an island. dissenter who hated all laws that were formed "To stretch the conscience and to bind The native freedom of the mind.' Who was the great English dissenter?'" Perhaps Milton. "15. Where is Laffeldt?" by any authority I can find; nor does his name appear on the title-page or elsewhere in the work." In replying to your correspondent, you say that," the latest authority on this question is We know not; but there is a Lafferde in the Countess of Caithness. She says in her Saxony. recent book that Vestiges of Creation' was surely written by a lady." "A. V.," Berlin, Prussia, writes: "The "3. Author and work where these lines oc- question of your correspondent as to where "4. Where shall I find this beautiful line, 666 'Asleep in lap of legends old '? "5. Does the word enfranchisement' include in its meaning the investiture with the right to vote and to hold office; or only the former?" Only the former, we think. "6. Who was the most finished poet of the 18th century,' who boasted Envy must own I live among the great'? "7. Where is this line: "With calm desires that asked but little room'? 8. And this: : "The victory of endurance born'? "9. Who wrote and where, Carlyle first uses the phrase 'Dismal Science,' I have not been able, so far, to find this book (i.e., the countess's); and am, accordingly, at a loss for the grounds, if any are stated, upon which the Countess bases her opinions as to the sex of the writer of "Vestiges of Creation; " but, unless good and sufficient reasons are advanced in support of the opinion, it has a very slight chance of acceptance, and will tend very little toward the settlement of the question. The internal evidences — the style, the method of reasoning, the comRaphael's prehensive knowledge of science displayed on every page, the discussion of subjects from which the woman of forty years ago shrank — would all seem, to my mind, to preclude the probability of the writer of the book being a lady. As I turn over the pages of the work in question, I find a point which may throw a little light on this question of sex. In the Vestiges," the author refers to certain experiments in crystallization made by a Mr. W. H. Weekes, of Sandwich; and in the "O. M. E. R.," Boston, inquires: Sequel to the Vestiges," which was put tell me where to find a poem written on Thack- forth a year or two after, as an explanation eray immediately after his death? It first and defence of the author's position, appeared appeared in an English magazine, and was a letter from this same Mr. Weekes to the largely copied in America. I cannot quote author, addressed "Dear Sir." Now, in accurately a single line; but if I mistake not the long and angry controversy which ensued it opens with the idea of the Angel of Death from the publication of the "Vestiges," the coming down upon the heart of London, question of authorship must have been very where the great man lay asleep.' It also thoroughly canvassed; but, from the fact above contains allusions to his last written words, stated, it will be seen that an eminent scientist my heart throbbed with an ecstasy,' &c. I of the day did not consider the work to be the have vaguely connected it with Dickens. I product of a woman's pen. Curwen says, p. 247, "A book appeared about this time, entitled Vestiges of the Natural History of Creation,' which was written to prove that the Divine Governor of this world conducts its passing affairs by a fixed rule, termed 'natural law.' The orthodox party professed to be alarmed at the temerity of the writer; and by them the book was hailed with contumely. It was known that the proofsheets had passed through the hands of Mr. Robert Chambers, and, on no better authority than this, not only did the public believe the story, but the Vestiges' was entered in the catalogue of the British Museum under his name. A writer in the Critic boldly stated, * on eminent authority,' that George Combe was the author; and though this was contradicted, and though the authorship is still a mystery, it would appear that Combe had, at 6 truth of which we have no reason to doubt, proaches the accuracy of the Gregorian style." but which prudential reasons would restrain His poetical name (Khayyam) signifies a tentthe friends of those concerned from giving maker, which trade, it is said, he once pracpublicity to. tised. He died at Naishàpùr in A.D. 1123. Robert Chambers, the reputed author of One of his pupils reports that Omar once Vestiges of the Natural History of Creation," said to him: "My tomb shall be on a spot you are aware, was also, in connection with where the north wind may scatter roses over his Brother William, the publisher of a series it." The narrator, years later, visited his of school books largely in use in Scotland, tomb, and found it "just outside a garden, and of various other popular works, the suc- and trees laden with fruit stretched their cess of which might have been jeopardized by boughs over the wall and dropped their the avowal in question. At least, I think your flowers upon his tomb, so as the stone was correspondent will find no doubt on the sub- hidden under them." ject existing in the minds of those who knew Robert Chambers intimately. 'F. L. C." is referred to Appleton's new Cyclopædia, article Robert Chambers," and to Lippincott's Magazine for July, 1871. I have heard, I know not how truly, that the "Vestiges" is attributed to R. C. in the Catalogue of the British Museum. 66 SPRINGFIELD, Mass., Dec. 7, 1876. To the Editor of the Literary World: The lines beginning The moving finger writes, and having writ," whose authorship is asked in your current number, are from the Rubáiyát" of Omar Khayyam, a Persian poet, as translated by Edward Fitzgerald, in 66 MINOR BOOK NOTICES. "Ellen Story," by Edgar Fawcett, is a flippant and wordy novel, which treats of the most unwholesome phases of ultra-fashionable life. It is apparently modelled on one of Ouida's books, but lacks their brilliancy and point. The hero is a rich young sprout, whose mind is filled by himself, and whose single ambition is to win the homage of the fast girls who surround him at the hotel. The book belongs to a bad school. [E. J. Hale & Son. all events, something to do with the work. England. These strange fatalistic poems have Needles, is a very amusing brochure. In 1848, Robert Chambers was selected to be Lord Provost of Edinburg. He was requested to deny the authorship; but his refusal to plead, and his consequent retirement, were probably due to his contempt for people who could make the authorship of a book a barrier to civic honors." Sir Walter Scott felt justified in refusing to plead to the authorship of the Waverley Novels: why, therefore, should not Robert Chambers have felt justified in refusing to plead to the authorship of the " Vestiges of Creation," especially when he had pledged himself (supposing him to have been the author) to be, if not indeed, like Junius, the sole depository of his secret, at least to have but few sharers of his confidence? "For reasons best to be appreciated by myself," says the author in his Note Conclusory," "my name is retained in its original obscurity, and, in all probability, will never be generally known." C. G. W. We give below extracts from "Rubáiyát," and some biographical particulars which we have gathered: "We are no other than a moving row 66 "A French View of the Grand International Exposition of 1876," by M. L. Simonin, and translated from the French by Samuel H. Menbeen quoted in pretty nearly every paper in and bitter prejudice against the Germans perdacity is its most conspicuous characteristic, the country that ever pays attention to litera-vades it. The writer condescends to praise ture, within the present year, owing to their the architecture of the Centennial Buildings, republication in London, and the promised Hle deigns to be pleased by the show of but he censures their internal arrangements. appearance of a new work by the same hand, machinery, saying that there will never like the first published anonymously, and again be seen in any Exposition such an array like the first a translation, but of a classical of useful machines, all ingeniously contrived instead of an Oriental author. with the view of forcing machinery to do the work of men." Of the Corliss engine he gives praises even to the disadvantage of France. a detailed account; the public schools he He speaks of the Woman's Rights party as profiting by the Centennial as far as possible to awake new agitation; " and adds, "they know well that all this movement, all this efflux of female eloquence, will soon vanish like smoke; that the principal agitators have not the sympathy of the mass of women; and that the advocates of Woman's Rights will long demand in vain what Nature itself seems to have refused to them. Who would care for us, who would pet and court us, who would submit to our caprices, when we become the equals of men?' said a beautiful girl to us, when we were in New York; and the beautiful American lady was right." The author sees no merit in the German exhibition; "her products which she [Germany] exposes, if they are remarkable by their cheapness, are also distinguished by bad lery she has had the bad taste to recall, by quality and bad taste. . . . In the Art Galheart-rending paintings which are the objects of general criticism, the success which she As to the French exhibition, he says: "The obtained in 1870 on the field of battle." palm of good taste has fallen not from our hands, and we maintain the front rank for delicacy, finish, and ingenuity of work. Finally, by a host of other diverse productions, France Of Magic Shadow-shapes that come and go The Ball no question makes of Ayes and Noes, Omar Khayyam, the poet of Khorasan, lived in the latter half of the eleventh century, and died early in the twelfth. His history is written by his contemporary, Nizám ul Mulk. Offered an office by the Vizier of Naishapur, he refused it, saying: "The greatest boon you can confer on me is to let me live in a corner under the shadow of your fortune, to spread wide the advantages of science, and pray for your long life and prosperity." He became a famous astronomer, and was one of eight employed by Malik Shah to reform the calendar, a computation of time," says Gibbon, "which surpasses the Julian, and ap deteriorate] either in good taste [remember feature, not a hair, is forgotten. If he had - White's "Progressive Art Series" has won great popularity. It comprises fifteen cards, enclosed in an envelope, a Manual of Instructions for the teacher, a Black-board chart, and packages of exercise paper. In this system, a diagram of guide-points is laid out, the points being placed at regular intervals, and on these the pupil draws his lines from point to point; the latter suggesting the direction of the lines. This series has been quite generally adopted, and its simplicity and effectiveness have been warmly approved. [Ivison, Blakeman, Taylor, & Co.] 66 girl, she fell victim to the brutal lust of Sir the glaring nuities of her exhibition!] or in taken minute notes daily in his course, he Randal Platt, a hardened roué, but afterwards the delicate choice of subjects." He thinks could not have produced a more detailed married a worthy clergyman. Tom was desthe expenses of the French and American description. He begins with the opening of perately in love with Hessie, but he hoped in expositions must not be "too severally the year, when Sam Wentworth is matric- vain. The relation between these two was on balanced." He does not appreciate our musi-ulated, and attends him through his whole her part entirely sisterly, on his furiously lovercal talent, declaring, "Happy it is, if no course, as a modern interviewer" follows a like. Intimate with Platt, he grew dissipated, American lady mingles her voice with such public notable, reporting his every word and drank, and gambled; but Hessie brought him music, for the ladies of the United States sing act. In fine, the book is not unlike a photo- back to decorum. Hessie endures a terrible like their English sisters." He thinks that graph transcript of a whole academic career; spiritual discipline, struggling against her "America will learn to dispense more and every nook and corner of which is delineated inherited hatred of her brother's murderer, more with Europe, and Europe cannot dis- as if with the finest brush. We wonder at the with only her melancholy love to help her. pense with her." She can dispense with such author's courage in telling the truth, and the But Fortune manipulated the chess-men in a prejudiced and inaccurate chroniclers as M. L. whole truth, about the tyranny of Sophomores long and complicated movement to bring her Simonin, however, and not feel the loss. over Freshmen; his account reads like the his- victory at last. Her love was stronger than [Claxton, Remsen, & Haffelfinger.] tory of a war of beasts, and casts everlasting her hate. They were married, and the book disgrace on the government of an institution closes with these tender vows: "Dear one, - Of making baby-books there is no end. which permits and endorses such outrages. look up and give me an answer to my song." The latest comer into the arena of juvenile We never read a more brutal narrative than She took the caressing hand in hers, and laid literature is "Classics of Baby-Land," versi- that in which is portrayed the savage raid her cheek upon it; but she did not even then fied by Clara Doty Bates. It is one of the on the Freshman, Allyne. No reasonably look up as she spoke. "I don't think, Dougmost attractive books of its kind that we ever judicious reader could but rejoice in a supple- las, that the stars will ever fall, nor that the saw, crowded with funny verses, and embel-mentary episode, and the instant death of the angels will ever be weeping.' "Nor that, lished with many fine illustrations. [D. assailants. The brutal element in the book is Go on, my dearest." Nor that, you will Lothrop & Co.] too disgusting to dwell upon; if the govern-ever cease to love me." "One thing more, my ment of Harvard College can calmly read its wife. Nor that — ? " Nor that I can ever records, that body has more fortitude and less cease to love you." This is a lovely novel: humanity than we had given it credit for. In we never read one with more enjoyment, and glaring and unfitting contrast, there are many Hessie is a sweet little nobody. [Harper & pleasant pictures in the book, which show that Brothers.] the author's skill is not limited to the treatment of scenes of savagery. His sketches of -“A Houseful of Children" is a fitting inner college life are graphic and satisfying, name for a home that shelters seven youngsters. and the incursions of his male personages into The story of their lives is very pleasantly told the society of Cambridge and Worcester show by Mrs. D. P. Sanford, who knows and apprethe touch of a skilled writer. The affectional ciates the tribe. The jolly boys and girls live elements of the story are exquisitely handled, in the country, and enjoy all sorts of rural and the love-affairs are veritable bouquets. sports, never quarrelling, and dutifully obeyThe regatta at Worcester and the succeeding ing their mother. The account of their visit ball possess many panoramic beauties, and to grandpa's is one of the pleasantest things in the assemblage of chivalry and beauty at Mrs. the book. The volume contains a multitude of Wentworth's almost realizes a dream of Eng-pretty pictures. [E. P. Dutton & Co.] lish festivities in the olden time. But, mazed by the charms of these affectional vicissitudes, Several sermons of the late President one still recalls with a shudder the dreadful Walker of Harvard College have been gathdrama in Allyne's room, - the ten cowards ered in a volume called "Reason, Faith, and hurling themselves on one man. Is such the Duty." His many admirers will welcome this chivalry of Harvard? These accounts may be posthumous expression of his fine mind. The exaggerated; but we think not. The book is editor makes a note to the effect that the admirably written, witty, forcible, and flowing; author should not be held responsible for the but unless one has an urgent taste for the hor-publication, though just before his death he rible, we would not advise its perusal. Cer-consented to the printing of a part. The tainly it cannot be commended to nervous topics are mainly spiritual, though the pracfemales. [Lockwood, Brooks, & Co.] tical element is not wanting. Titles like these are suggestive of thoughts found in daily ex"The Arundel Motto," by Miss Hay, is perience, The Daily Cross,” “On Keepa capital novel, — the author's best, we think. ing the Promises we make to Ourselves," &c. A more ingenious study of human nature we In The Daily Cross," there are some strikhave rarely seen. How hate burned to love, ing passages as to the elements of strength in love in its strongest in Hessie's fair bosom, religion, and to the practice of self-torture in is told with a tender feeling that brings tears vogue in early times. Of the practitioners to the eyes Lord Leaholm, in his youth, of this rite, the preacher says, quaintly: “ It had killed Hessie's brother in a duel, and would be well for us if we lived up to our idea Hessie had learned to hate him with a heartful of what makes a good man, as nearly as they hatred. Left alone by the death of her father, did up to theirs." The book is marked by she found a home in the house of a relative, earnestness of belief and simplicity and directMr. Bruce, who lived near Leaholm. The ness of expression, and may be read with spirfirst day she met him at dinner, when his at-itual profit. [Roberts Brothers.] traction to her was manifest. In their brief conversation she was reticent, almost rude to Messrs. G. P. Putnam's Sons have pubhim. Time passed on; she saw him almost lished "A Discourse of Matters Pertaining to daily in the gayeties which filled the house. Religion," by Theodore Parker; to which Mr. Their approach was gradual, even spasmodic O. B. Frothingham has furnished an introducin its stage. Repenting of her amenity toward tion, and Hannah E. Stevenson a biographical him, she would withdraw herself within the sketch. It comprises four Books and a Condefence of a staid modesty. But little by clusion. The first treats of Religion in genlittle they came together, each conscious of eral, or a Discourse of the Religious Element the other's love, but both tongues sealed, and in Man, and the Existence of its Object; Of only hearts and eyes accessible. The plot is the Sentiment, Idea, and Conception of God; populous with minor personages. Laura Of the Extent and Power of the Religious Bruce, Lydia, Tom Bruce, and Pollie. A Sentiment; The Idea of Religion connected strange pathos surrounds the latter. A mere with Science and Life; The Three Great - Dr. William Smith has bestowed many benefactions on the student, but he has done none more worthy and beneficent, than the preparation of a Student's Classical Dictionary," such as we have before us. The large books of its class are too bulky to be conveniently handled; and though the contents of this volume are, of course, materially reduced from the original, it contains all that the student would seek, save in emergencies. [Harper & Brothers.] Miss Farman's story, Mrs. Hurd's Niece," seems fitted to do good. The heroine, a poor girl named Lois, goes to the city to live with her Aunt, Mrs. Hurd. She is coolly received by the Aunt and her daughters; but they soon learn to love her. She makes herself very useful to them, and is introduced to their friends. Seeing them to be worldlyminded, she tries successfully to reform them. She aids two servant girls in establishing an eating-house for the poor, and does good to all about her. The characters of Saidee and Elizabeth are well delineated, and Elizabeth's conversion is progressive. [D. Lothrop & Co.] We have not been able to get up much enthusiasm over "The Barton Experiment." It is a temperance argument derived from the history of Barton. Not one of its personages is agreeable, and the action is rather dreary. It is difficult to believe that this book and "Helen's Babies " proceeded from the same hand. [G. R. Putnam's Sons.] "Student Life at Harvard "was evidently written by one who thoroughly understands his subject; all of it he has seen, and part of it he was. Every phase of college life comes out like a photograph under his hand; not a 66 |