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he drew my attention to another field. “What is that?" he said. “There are men and girls with clubs all running among each other. Surely that is war. See how they smite! What Amazons! No wonder England leads the way!"

"No," I said, "that is hockey. Another game."

"And is there a ball there too?" be asked.

“Yes," I said, “a ball."

"But see the garden of that house," he remarked; "that is not hockey. There are only four, but two are women. They also leap about and run and wave their arms. Is there a ball there?"

"Yes," I said, "there is a ball there. That is lawn tennis."

“But the white lines," he said. "Is not that, perhaps, out-door mathematies? That surely may help to serious things?"

"No," I said; "another game. There are millions of such gardens in England with similar lines.”

“Yes," he said, for we were now over Surbiton, “I see them at this moment by the score."

We passed on to London. It was at that time of September when football and cricket overlap, and there was not only a crowded cricket match at the Oval but an even more crowded


football match at Blackheath. I foresaw trouble.

My friend caught sight of the Oval first. "Ah," he said, "you deceived me. For here is your cricket again, played amid a vast concourse.

How can you call it a game? These crowds would not come to see a game played, but would play one themselves. It must be more than you said; it must be a form of tactics that can help to retain England's supremacy, and these men are here to learn."

"No," I said, “no. It is just a game. In England we not only like to play games but to see them played."

It was then that he noticed Blackheath. “Ah, now I have you!" he cried. "Here is another field and another crowd; but this is surely a battle. See how they dash at each other. And yes, look, one of them has his head cut off and the others kick it. Splendid!"

"No," I said, "that is no head, that is a ball. Just a ball. It is a game, like the others."

He groaned. “Then I cannot see,” he said at last, “how England won her victories and became supreme."

"Ah," said I, "at the time that England was winning her victories and climbing into supremacy few or games were played. The ball had not then conquered us."



Mrs. Katherine Cecil Thurston's "The Fly on the Wheel" tells of a clever, bright, innocent girl forced along by the mercenary worldliness of one group of women, the mean gossip of a girl belonging to another, the foolishness of her own people, even by the stern goodness of an exquisitely described old priest, until she is whirled irresistibly to a depth of anguish from which suicide is the only possible es

cape. It is a pitiful tale, but it is artistically wonderful, and although it may not take as high rank as its prede('essors in popular estimation, it is really far superior to them. Dodd, Nead & Co.

If the Christian do not yet understand the Jew, it is not for lack of ef. fort on the part of both Hebrew and Gentile writers of the last half century, and Mr. Ezra S. Brudno's "The Tether" should explain certain characteristic phases of Jewish life even to those who bave never before striven to view it correctly. The author writes as if English were a foreign language to him, but his earnestness overcomes that obstacle and his picture of a Jew's struggle with the iron realities separating him from Christians, the absolute inelasticity of his relations with his own people, is extraordinarily moving. The story is long but it is better worth study than many serious essays on the topics involved. J. B. Lippincott Co.

favorite points is absent, but the words, the turn of the phrases is so purely modern as to change the entire atmosphere. The songs are not so happily rendered into English as Mr. Phillips might be expected to render them, and their diffuseness sometimes makes them inferior to the common versions, and this is especially true of the "Spinning Song,” which is not ill-worded for recitation, but would be anything but touching if sung. The stage directions resemble those used by the late Sir Henry Irving. The Macmillan Co.

It is not necessary to bespeak a welcome for the three new volumes,—The Two Gentlemen of Verona, The Taming of the Shrew, and Coriolanuswhich Thomas Y. Crowell & Co. add to their First Folio Edition of Shakespeare. These volumes bring the total number up to twenty, which is just one-half of the contemplated issue. The priine value of this edition, as is indicated by the title, is that it exactly reproduces the rare First Folio text, with the original spelling and punctuation. This value is enhanced by the introductions, notes, literary illustrations, glossaries, variorum readings and bits of selected criticism supplied by Charlotte Porter and Helen A. Clarke, who are joint editors of the edition. Convenient in size, attractive in the dainty typography of the De Vinne Press, and moderate in cost, the edition makes a peculiarly strong appeal to lovers and students of Shakespeare.

The version of “Faust," "freely adapted from Goethe's dramatic poem" by Mr. Stephen Phillips and Mr. J. Comyns Carr must, without doubt, be well-fitted for the stage, but the adaptation is indeed free, and will hardly affect those hearing it for the first time as the more literal versions have affected theatre goers.

It is true that none of the great scenes, none of the

"Musical Memories" is a title suggesting to those who know musicians a book resembling Indian Wars, The Campaigns of Napoleon, or Battles of the Rebellion, but Mr. George P. Upton's book of that name suppresses the disagreeable deeds and speeches of mulsicians, and tells only the amusing tales and is thoroughly agreeable. He relates the history of fifty years of musical performances not only in Chicago, his own field as a critic, but in Boston and New York, recalling names long forgotten, names of great geniuses found, in the end, to possess nothing more valuable than unbounded hope; and modest beginners who steadily forced themselves to the higher rounds of the ladder, and of all he knows some good story or some fine trait. A great number of portraits illustrate the text and the frontispiece is a portrait of the author. The binding is solid and tasteful, the printing and paper all that they shoưld be, and the index is so full as to make the book valuable for refer

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With a free hand in architecture an author may complicate and prolong a mystery until his youngest personage becomes a grey beard, and Miss Mary Roberts Rinehart's "The Circular Staircase" adds to the impossibility from which it derives its title, various hid.

den ways and receptacles, but she is place, he shall be satisfied. He will wasteful, and uses all of them in brief be. The McClure Co. space although not too brief for proba

Four more books for young people bility. Once past the difficulty of sur

come from the press of the Lothrop, mising why the story is not called "The

Lee & Shepard Co. Brave Little Spiral Staircase," or "The Winding

Peggy, by Nina Rhoades, is a story for Staircase," one is taken through a se

small girls, which is so sweet and true ries of events seen at the last to be

that it may be hoped that the "Black logical, although agreeably confused at

House Series,” in which it is the eighth first sight, partly by the temperament

volume, may stretch on until it rivals of the supposed narrator, an owl-like

the Dotty Dimple books of a generabut kindly woman, and partly by the

tion ago; The Browns at Mt. Hermon, resolute determination of the other per

by “Pansy," is a story for grown-up sonages to keep her in ignorance of

girls, characterized by both humor and what is done in her own hired house.

sentiment, and introducing some amusFour persons come to a violent death

ing social complications; Everett T. before the mystery surrounding the

Tomlinson's "Four Boys on the Missisoriginal murder is solved but enough

sippi" is the third volume in “Our Own remain to form a pretty group to bow

Land" series, and like its predecessors when the curtain finally falls between

blends fact and fiction, history and adit and the pleased reader. Bobbs-Mer

venture in a way which will impel boy rill Co.

readers quickly through its pages, and

will leave with them a not unprofitable Sir Arthur Conan Doyle chooses the

residuum of information; and "All title of "Round the Fire Stories" for

Among the Loggers, or Norman Carhis latest book on the ground that as

ver's Winter in a Lumber Camp," by they are concerned with the grotesque

Clarence B. Burleigh, opens a and the terrible they are well-suited

series of boys' stories with a graphic for reading "round the fire” upon a

narrative in a new field, the Maine logwinter's night. They include some of the author's best work in this variety,

ging camps, with its heroes and inci. the variety in which he is seen to far

dents truthfully drawn from the wild

and daring life of the loggers. greater advantage than in the Sherlock Holmes Stories, and they also include It would be impossible to exaggerate some detective stories for those who

the interest of each of the volumes in insist that Sir Arthur shall always give which Mr. Frederic Harrison is repubthem fiction of that species. "The Lost lishing the great mass of the good and Special” and “The Beetle Hunter" are valuable work with which he endowed perhaps the best stories in the volume his contemporaries, to be treasured by but choice is difficult in a case in which posterity, perhaps not for a millennium, excellence of craftsmanship is uni- but certainly until the questions disform. Another "White Company" cussed are forgotten. It is amazing would be a real benefaction, but if hope to note how many of the papers in this for such a gift be vain, it would be a new volume, “Realities and Ideals," piece of ingratitude not to be thankful might have been written yesterday, alfor stories in which no useless word though their dates show that many of mars the effect which the author in. them have come to forty year, and tends to produce. He modestly says only a few are new. Three of these that if they have the good fortune to latter discuss the Rights, the Duties, give pleasure to any one at any time or and the Claims of Women, and an

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they be reminded of "Chimmie." Little, Brown & Co.

other, "Votes for Women," was written in view of the present agitation, which Mr. Harrison regards as charged with tremendous consequences, political, social and moral. The first essay, “Eng. land and France," written forty years ago, sets forth the systematic cooperation of the two countries as the key to peace and progress in Europe and this, be it remembered, was written while Prussia was of small consequence. The book is full of wisdom for the old who remember the occasions of its utterances, and of counsel for the young who see the age as confronted with unprecedented novelties. The Macmillan Co.

Mr. Richard Burton's imaginative verse and critical prose have hardly prepared readers for the alternating sentiment and humor of his first story, "Three of a Kind," but when is a pleasant surprise unwelcome? The "three" are a dog, a small creature whose very naughtiness and insubordination delight his friends; a newsboy with latent musical gifts, a warm, grateful heart and enough ignorance of poker to say, knowingly, "Three of a kind can beat any old pair"; and a German violinist equally saturated with music and with tender grief for a dead love. Having a tiny garret-home and meeting the newsboy when evidently in need of shelter, protection and guidance, he invites him to share it, and when the dog, having introduced himself to Phil, accompanies him home and flies at the musician, recognizing him, according to Ludovic, as "his long-lost father," he too is taken as a comrade, and the three, "of a kind" in having only one another in all the world, face life together. They make very pretty story of it, and Mr. Frank T. Merrill illustrates it excellently well both in full page plates and in headings and slight sketches. Readers a-weary of the ordinary story book newsboy will here find a new type and not once will

Inasmuch as all boys regard a cavalry man as the most enviable creature on dry land, it is strange that "Famous Cavalry Leaders" has waited so long for Mr. Charles H. L. Johnston to write it, and, inasmuch as it is very good, it is to be wished for the sake of boys that he had written it sooner. So much the more is the present growth of young readers to be envied for possessing a treasure not owned by its predecessors. Mr. Johnston's subjects are Attila, Saladin, Genghis Khan, Chevalier Bayard, Count Pappenheim, Gustavus Adolphus, Prince Rupert, Ziethen Von Seydlitz, Marion, Ney, Murat, “Jeb" Stuart, Sheridan and Custer, and he writes their histories simply, but in the language natural to an educated man, not in the crude monosyllabic dialect prescribed for children by inistaken pedagogy. A real child loves long words, and is astonishingly skilful in divining their sig. nification when they are used about a topic in which he is interested, and he will understand Mr. Johnston. The volume is illustrated with half-tone battle scenes and good portraits, of which the earlier examples are curious. The visages of Attila, Genghis Khan, and Saladin might well stir the imagination of the manly boys for whom Mr. Johnston writes. L. C. Page & Co.

Portuguese Africa is a region unfamiliar to the ordinary American and Mr Harold Birdloss might say almost anything in his clever story of “Long Odds" with no fear of contradiction; but he chooses to write of a topic on which Americans and Englishmen have for nearly a century regarded themselves intuitively well-informed, African slavery, and he does not follow the accepted tradition. His hero leaves Africa, where he has been for some years, to go home and marry



a conventional English girl, and then ern Canadian, indifferent to their value greatly offends by leaving her before to the New Englander. Because it is marriage to return to Africa and free intended for another class of readers a girl and a few men, once the property the citizen of the United States may of a dead friend. In executing this learn much from this work, if he peduty he sees many of the varied aspects ruse it imaginatively and not mechanin which the white man's ownership ically. The author dryly says that of the black man presents itself in “history does not exist simply for the Africa, and is forced to perceive that benefit of the erudite, and there the uncivilized black man cannot be are always some to whom a book is compelled to work regularly except recommended by the absence of speby some one able to inflict pain upon cific gravity." His own book has sufhim. He finds those who know the ficient specific gravity to make a place country virtually at one on this matter, for itself in the historical literature of and while he is making his discovery its time. Henry Holt & Co. he is falling in love with a clever Portuguese girl, and when told that his be- The small library of books on photrothed has married a richer man, he tography includes but few useful to oraccepts the position with infinite calm- dinary children, and those boasting sinness. This is the first study of the gle chapters addressed to boys are of. African labor question, and of the


positively misleading. “PhotoPortuguese iu Africa from this point graphy for Young People," by Mr. Tuof view, and it is also a good love story. dor Jenks, does not err on the side of Small, Maynard & Co.

triviality but the author seems to mis

take the boy of to-day for the boy of Professor Charles W. Colby's "Ca- his own youth, and not only gives him nadian Types of the Old Regime" is rules, but also supplies him with reacomposed of lectures delivered before sons, and reasons are the last things the May Court Club of Ottawa, and with which the boy of to-day can be the nature of its peculiarity is indi- trusted. Rules he will not ordinarily cated by its title. The types chosen obey, but chemistry, photography, many

Champlain, Boébeuf, Hébert, branches of physics teach him the perils D'Iberville, Du Lhut, Talon, La- of disobedience. Provided with a reaval, and Frontenac. An introductorý son, he rushes into inference with dischapter entitled, "The Historical Back- astrous results, and therefore the wise ground of New France," and a closing parent or teacher will compel a boy to chapter composed of brief accounts of master Mr. Jenks' early chapters before the most noteworthy among the glancing at those forming the latter Frenchwomen who came early to Can- two-thirds of the book. Here the qualiada, complete the work. The author's ties of lenses, the camera, exposure and intention of promoting harmony be- developing and printing are treated, tween the French and English in Can- and as much of the history of the art ada is made visible in many ways, and is given as is necessary to stimulate is plainly set forth in a few passages, the young student's perseverance in difbut it is subordinated to the general ficulties. The entire book is written seplan of giving a correct view of New riously and soberly not in the kindergarFrance, and here the work opens ten spirit, but with grave enthusiasm. ground hardly touched by Parkman, The boy who voluntarily undertakes because Professor Colby's desire is to photography does not need coaxing or unearth matters interesting to the mod- petting, and in treating him as willing


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