SATURDAY, MAY 17, 1884. No. 628, New Series. THE EDITOR cannot undertake to return, or to correspond with the writers of, rejected manuscript. It is particularly requested that all business letters regarding the supply of the paper, &c., may be addressed to the PUBLISHER, and not to the EDITOR. LITERATURE, The Historical Charters and Constitutional that the first mayors were the heads of a કર The men of London, though still unincorMiddlesex from the time of Henry I. The porated, had been entitled to the shrievalty of same office in London itself was granted to them at some ancient date, which cannot now be ascertained; and the sheriffs of London and Middlesex have ever since been deputies to perform the duties of the offices vested in the citizens. It will probably be necessary to make fresh provisions for these dignitaries, now that they are to cease to act as "the Lord Mayor's eyes;" and, when Middlesex for the first time gains a high-sheriff, it may be well to exalt the title of the elected sheriff of the new county of London. The gratitude of the Londoners is due to "that we for the health of our soul and for the A NEW work on the Charters of London is now disturbed at the attempt to extinguish this ancient magistracy. The Inspeximus Charter of 1383 is omitted from this collection, with the exception of an unimportant clause in restraint of foreign merchants. It is a document, however, which will require careful consideration with reference to the new proposals of the Government. It is, in fact, the parliamentary confirmation of the legislative power given to the City by a charter of May 26, 1341, which is also omitted from the work before us. The clause dealing with legislation by Act of Common Council is to the following effect:: "We have granted to the Mayor and Aldermen held and used shall be in any part difficult or that if any customs in the said City hitherto defective, or any matters in the same City newly arising shall need amendment for which a remedy was not before ordained, the same Mayor and Aldermen, and their heirs and successors, with the assent of the Commonalty of often as, and when, to them it shall seem exthe same City, may appoint and ordain, so pedient, a suitable remedy, consonant with good faith and reason, for the common profit of the citizens of the said City and other our liege people resorting thereto; provided, however, that such ordinance shall be profitable to us and our people, and consonant with good faith and reason as aforesaid." The reign of Edward IV., who was himself, above all things, a merchant, was marked by the grant of numerous privileges, by which the old Corporation has laid up some store of wealth for the enjoyment of the new statutory citizens. "Sic vos non vobis mellificatis, apes!" The City acquired from this King the offices of packing merchandise, garbling of spices, gauging and landing of wines, and other monopolies, which were supplemented under the Stuarts by the still more valuable rights under which the Metage Dues are levied in the port of London. It may be worth noticing that James I. did not think it necessary to obtain the sanction of Parliament when he extended the boundaries of the City over Blackfriars and Whitefriars and the liberty of Cold Harbour, or "the inn of Cold Herberge; the inhabitants of the included districts were exempted from certain rates and taxes, but became eligible, like other freemen, for the offices of the City and wards. There is no space left to deal with the subject of the London suburbs. In a wilderness of bricks and mortar it is pleasant to think of the tall elms of Smithfield and the village games at Clerkenwell, of the Moorfields granted on condition that they should lie open for public use. And it seems strange, nowadays, to read of the riot when encroachments were made on the commons near Shoreditch and Ratcliffe Highway, "and a turner in a fool's coat came crying through the City, Shovels and spades! shovels and spades!' and so many of the people followed that it was a wonder to behold, and within a short space all the hedges about the City were cast down, such was the diligence of those workmen." One would like, too, to hear more of the ordinances by which the schools of the much decayed University of the Law were removed from the bustling streets and set down in a quiet neighbourhood near the Temple and Chancery Lane, not far from the spot which Johnson long afterwards chose for watching the flow of "the full tide of human existence." CHARLES ELTON. The New Arcadia, and other Poems. By A. Mary F. Robinson. (Ellis & White.) ONE prime essential of poetry is sincerity. Whether the poet is telling us what is passing in his own heart or what he sees going on in the world without, we must at least ask of him to be perfectly sincere. And this does not mean only that he must have the intention, it means that he must also have the power of sincerity, the power to put his thought or emotion into words which shall adequately represent it, and to paint things as they really represent it, and to paint things as they really are. With the choice of his subjects the poet alone is concerned; so long as the sight is keen and true and the expression perfect, we others must be content. And therefore from the New Arcadia to which Miss Robinson would lead us the critic has no right to turn away on any other ground than that these conditions of poetry are not fulfilled—no, not even though the people he may meet there are distasteful to him. For, indeed, although this Arcadia is full of the sweet asphodel meadows we know so well, meadows where the feet of joy might wander all day long and never tire," the inhabitants are not such as we expected to find. Battus and Corydon and Daphnis and Menalcas have emigrated, and their place is filled by forms well enough known elsewhere, but to whom meeting them here we cannot but put the astonished question, "Et tu in Arcadia?" There is a wife who has at last consented to go into "the House" though at the cost of severance from her husband, a scapegoat child who bears in her own sin the sins of her fathers, an idiot-girl (the one innocent in a village) who succeeds in drowning a deserter who looked to her to save him, a squire's daughter who is a murderess, a farmer's daughter who is murdered, an organgrinder, and a church-going cripple who neglects his family. Such are the persons of these modern idylls. It will at once be judged that Miss Robinson's purpose is not that of "the idle singer" to "enchant us or beguile; " on the contrary, it is to make us "learn and shudder and sorrow," as she has sorrowed, for the shame which she has seen in the world. The following verses from a prologue of great passion and beauty give us the motive of the poem : On drawing the curtain, the ringers are seen in a shadowy row, dim and brown, each face at first no more than a faint red blur in the night; then slowly the figures grow human and the faces clear; but all the time the room within is reflected on the window-pane, and mingles with the sight of the outer world; so hard is it to see things as they really are. And anyone who knows Miss Robinson's Handful of Honeysuckle will know at what old to the new Arcadia, from the world a sacrifice she must have passed from the If we underwithin to the world without. stand her aright, she speaks of the old inner "dead child." "My child past as of a was gentle visions, and all were wrong.' But that a vision does not correspond with a present reality does not prove it wrong; rather it may be that revelation which is spoken of by the prophet Joel. And anyone dreams should surely not complain if their whose faculty it is to see visions and dream glory and freshness refuse to fade altogether into the light of common day. should venture What we feel is, that we are far more deeply touched by the prologue and epilogue, and the poems where the poet sings from her own intuition, than by any of the poems where she speaks in character. And yet, perhaps, though true in spirit, such a proposition is not altogether true in the letter, for the poem called "Loss" is in form a "dramatic lyric." The difference is that there the emotion is such as would not the case of a few of Mr. Browning's, it has be foreign to the poet herself, and so, as in successfully transfused the material. Nothing could be better than the remembered landscapes in this poem. They have Miss Robinson's individual tone. "Tuscan Olives" is a sequence of seven rispetti, full of the sentiment of the South. There follow a few stornelli and strambotti, very sad and strange. "Flowers in the hay! the My heart and all the fields are full of flowers; So tall they grow before the mowing-day.” (May we, within brackets, recommend the stornello, to any who do not scorn the epigram, Now, there would seem to be this dis- as a possible middle way between the overtinction among poets-that in some the conciseness of the couplet and the over-diffuse"Love among faculty divine is in their outlook on the ness of the quatrain ?) world, in others the vision of the spirit Saints" tells of a fresco at Assisi representwithin; and, though these may be endow-ing the marriage of Francis and St. Poverty, ments of the same person, for the most part in which Love crouches a naked captive, and they are separate gifts. If this is so, we may not enter in to the feast. It is a beauti upon the assertion that ful instance of Miss Robinson's imaginative Miss Robinson, notwithstanding her palinode, insight and of the simple sweetness of her verse. We have the same power and the belongs, after all, to the dreamers of dreams. And for this reason. Theory apart, the one same melody in "Jützi Schultheiss," the test of a poet is his poetry; and these poems story of a mediaeval mystic, and in "Laus of New Arcadia are wanting in the power of Deo," which is a song of Pantheism, though sincerity; the figures are blurred; things are whether" not rendered by "the unique word, the word which is a discovery;" and it is noticeable that Miss Robinson's verse rises from an equable flow which it always has to a certain incommunicable rareness of music in those lyrical passages where she speaks out her own thoughts from her own lips. In other words, she is a lyric, and not a dramatic, poet, and that is why these dramatic lyrics touch us so little. But the last of these poems is a lyric proper. It is about the school-children, which even in the Arcadia of our days have not lost all their original brightness; and here Miss Robinson's verse once more gains "style," and the words sing. She tells of a vision that came to David Joris, a Flemish painter, the vision of an array of world-weary kings, who met a band of children and laid their crowns at their feet. "Very sad and over-worn, Look the solemn brows that mourn Till at length he saw them stay. Before passing on, let us repeat that we "higher or lower we cannot say. There remain "Apprehension,' "Love and "I have lost my singing-voice, which, if it be intended as a confession, comes well at the end; for the reader, by the time he reaches it, has abundant evidence for denying its truth. H. C. BEECHING. Spanish and Portuguese South America during the Colonial Period. By Robert Grant Watson, &c.* "In a work of this description I find considerable difficulty in giving due regard to the unities of time, &c." (ii. 216). Capt. Watson thus modestly excuses the shortcomings of his two volumes, whose subject ranges from Columbia to Patagonia, from Brazil to Ecuador; and which begins with Columbus and ends with the unfortunate of whom was said : "My first is an emblem of purity: My second's a thing of security; My whole is a name, which if yours were the same, You would blush to hand down to futurity." *Two vols., post 8vo (London: Trübner), PP; xvi.-308 and 319; happily no illustrations: a good page map on verso, not, as happens too often. pocket map for good eyes. Wanted, a single comforted reader. printed on recto, where its back faces the dis There is no forgetting Whitelocke's ignominious defeat; had it not happened, England would now have been sole mistress of the whole South-temperates. As it is, her place in Argentine-land is taken by the Italian, who makes money and returns home, and by the Basque, who marries and settles, and is gradually reproducing the classic "Celtiberian." Yet one has a conviction that, somehow or other, Madam Britannia will not drop her old design. Capt. Watson is a more interesting figure than his book. The "Statement of Services" in the Foreign Office List shows that after leaving the Bombay Army he has been employed diplomatically between Constantinople and Jedo, Copenhagen and Patagonia; and that he served some five years (1865-69) on the continent of which he treats. He was first known as a Persian scholar, and his "History" (London: Smith & Elder, 1866) was most useful to students. His next venture was Murray's Handbook of Greece, which has run through sundry editions; and that his energies are not exhausted we see by his latest journey, in February, to Paraguay, as Commissioner of the Council of Foreign Bondholders, to settle a debt which should never have been incurred. He is expected home in July, and it is believed that he will offer himself as M.P. during the coming elections. The book is a compendium of South American history during about three centuries. It fills up a gap and abstracts the contents of a host of folios and quartos, unfortunately neglecting Herrera, Ercilla, and Piedrohita. Reviewers and readers complain that it is dull; but how can it be otherwise? South American annals, after the brilliant and romantic period of the "Conquistadores," are as heavy and uninteresting as those of Dalmatia and Croatia-I can say no more. But is not Capt. Watson unduly severe to these explorer-conquerors? (i. 6668). Has he wholly forgotten what were the early English in India, tetrae belluae ac Molossis suis ferociores? Did not the destruction of native life in "Van Diemen's Land" rival that of Hayti? And does not the Australian aborigine still disappear at an appalling rate -corrosive sublimate being one of the causes? The truth is that all nations live in glasshouses, and are very foolish to stone one another. I cannot part from these volumes without a line concerning their publisher the lamented Nicholas Trübner. We first became acquainted in 1852 when he was studying "bibliopolism" at Messrs. Longmans'; and he ever proved himself an active and cordial friend. His career is not a little instructive, showing how the German "eats up" the Britisher on the latter's own ground. With his wider views he soon distanced the sleepy old firms of "printers and publishers" which, in 1860, still dreamed that they were in A.D. 1800; his London house at once became a "focus of American and Oriental literature," and his agencies ramified over either hemisphere. He has left many friends to deplore his death. S.T.T.L.! RICHARD F. BURTON. The Philosophy of Theism. By the late THE ancient Mexicans, when a brave enemy Nor is the polemic about the veracity of you Or nine may be analysed into eight and one, three into two and one; "two and one and eight equal two and one and eight" is a self-evident, because an identical proposition. that our faculties, "duly interrogated," affirm. As to the veracity of memory, it is to be wished that Dr. Ward had examined the matter in the light of his own essay on explicit and implicit thought. We do not judge, intuitively, that memory is trustworthy, and then proceed to trust it. We trust it a long time before it occurs to notice that we do so. We notice that we do trust our memory of recent experience implicitly, and not (as Dr. Ward observes himself) our unconfirmed memory of remote experience; it seems that our certainty about recent experience is a sort of continuation of our certainty about present experience, all the more because nothing varies more than the extent of this certainty in different persons, except, perhaps, the owner's right to it. Lord Campbell did not trust his memory more than Lord Macaulay, but it played him more tricks. Again, an absent-minded man or an old man has not a trustworthy memory for even very recent events. Why is that, if the trustworthiness of memory in general is, or may be, known by intuition? As soon as we begin to test our impressions by physiology, especially the physiology of attention, we know where to look for an answer, though it may be long before physiology is advanced enough to give one. Again, if the uniformity of nature be known by intuition, how is it that the knowledge is confined to special classes even in England to-day? An accomplished man of science knows the uniformity of nature in just the same way as a devout experienced theist knows the faithfulness of God. Ingenuity like Dr. Ward's is equal to suggesting the same possibilities that the confidence of either is vain. Whatever it is worth, the confidence of both comes by experience, and grows by it. And yet, no doubt, all experience, scientific or religious, in a way presupposes the principle which is learnt by it. How would it be possible to observe or endeavour or pray if one believed in a reign of pure caprice? On the other hand, it might be expected that those who actually live under a stable and abiding order would be influenced by it in their conduct and their expectations long before they attain any conscious apprehension of it as a whole. Then if it were quite certain that we assume the uniformity of nature and the veracity of memory prior to experience, and that we distinctly understand our assumption, it does not follow that, because these two assumptions are legitimate and indispensable, all assumptions to which our minds are equally prone are legitimate too; for, in whatever sense these two assumptions are prior to experience, it is clear that they are confirmed by it. Nor, again, does it follow, if all the assumptions were legitimate which Dr. Ward thinks so, that any considerable part of our knowledge would consist of deductions like those of geometry from the analysis and combination of fundamental notions; for it is obviously necessary that notions which are to be so treated should be clear, and even, in some sense, adequate, while the fundamental notions of theology and philosophy are obscure It is therefore perfectly and mysterious.* Dr. Ward observes that the "simplicity of God," which he takes to be known by reason, is to the full as "mysterious" as the Trinity, which is only known by revelation. realise an ideal-to be what they admire, not 66 possible that they only yield "implicit" the book. Dr. Ward, as we learn from the Preface, did not think very much of the "argument from design," because, standing alone, it did not prove a Being whose attributes are infinite. In fact, his view of the effect of the argument in the present state of our knowledge is curiously like Mr. Mill's: "The number of things intrinsically impossible, or, to use Juarez' phrase, 'extra objectum omnipotentiae,' might well, he thought, be far larger than is apparent to our limited intelligence and knowledge.' It would have been interesting to know how this opinion was combined with the assertion that our intelligence and knowledge are adequate to establish a creation ex nihilo a finite number of ages ago. There is little strictly original in the treatment of the two chief arguments upon which Dr. Ward relies, though one is obliged to him for pointing out that three such different thinkers as Card. Newman, Card. Franzelin, and himself were disposed "to consider the argument from the categorical imperative' as the palmary" argument. It is certainly easier for a theist than for an atheist to explain the phenomena of "conscience," but it is a long way from this to Dr. Ward's "intuition" about disobedience to a holy Creator. Most people sometimes have a sense of keeping a command when they do right and of breaking a command when they do wrong, and this may well be due to an obscure feeling of the fact that they live under an order established by a Personal Will; but it is to be remembered that we all learn to behave by being bidden and forbidden, and that many of the best people now (like most of the best people among the Greeks and Romans) seem to think more of virtue than of duty; their motive is not to fulfil a law, but to When he had done this he thought he had Why is the sun the cause of day? Because Pekin is not transferred to Lisbon, but Lisbon is energy from the sun. a which he cannot help torments the devotee increasingly the fewer acts which he can help are left to torment himself about; it is the more tormenting precisely because he cannot help it, because it is a part of him inseparable from his very self, which evil acts are not; so these, though he could help them, he soon learns to commit to the mercy of the Merciful. Another way of expressing the same facts is that, when a man contemplates himself in himself, he is horrified at his own evil; when he looks at himself objectively as a term in a series without visible beginning or end, he pardons everything. So, according to Philo, the Logos makes atonement for all creaturely shortcomings by transfiguring them, by presenting them in a general view. The essay on "Science, Prayer, Free-will, and Miracles" is full of most ingenious speculations, generally hard to reconcile with what one supposes to be orthodox doctrine about the divine simplicity and eternity. It is impossible not to regret that Dr. Ward is no longer here to carry on the discussion of the questions he has raised. G. A. SIMCOX. The Court of the Tuileries from the Restoration to the Flight of Louis-Philippe. By Catherine Charlotte, Lady Jackson. In 2 vols. (Bentley.) Ir is very difficult to estimate the exact value of this book. To historians or historical students it is, of course, of no use whatever for the author lays no claim to the investi gation of original authorities. To readers of French letters and memoirs of the period of the Restoration it will appear stale, because she has only betaken herself to ordinary materials, and has made no attempt to arrange her information. To seekers after anecdotes and bon mots it will be of little value, because it has no index; and to lovers of good literature it will be repugnant from the looseness of its style. Yet, in spite of its lack of historical knowledge, its staleness, its bad arrangement, and bad style, the book deserves to be read, because it is amusing. It is a very pot pourri of historical jokes and good stories, and is never for a moment dull. And, further, despite innumerable mistakes in detail, it contains a real picture of the years of the Restoration from 1815 to 1830, when France discontentedly acquiesced in the rule of Louis XVIII. l'Inévitable and Charles X. l'Etourdi. The serene complacency and selfsatisfaction of Louis XVIII., the obstinacy and bigotry of Charles X., the severe and revengeful austerity of the daughter of MarieAntoinette, and the wild gaiety of the Duchesse de Berry are admirably shown rather by anecdotes than in the author's own words. Nor are the minor characters less lifelike; Benjamin Constant, Mdme. Récamier, Talleyrand, and Chateaubriand, whom Lady Jackson persists in styling the Chevalier de Chateaubriand throughout her first volume, are all painted to the life. But, after giving this unstinted praise to Lady Jackson's powers of entertaining, it is weak, both from an historical and a literary necessary to point out that her book is as point of view, as it is amusing. To begin with, the very title is misleading, for, while Lady Jackson devotes forty-five chapters to Philippe is quite as worthy of minute inves-"El Solitario" su tiempo: Biografía de Don Serafín Estebanez Calderón, y crítica which was not either classical Spanish or taken from the lips of the people; and in handling this language there is no constraint. It is no Saul's armour that he has arrayed himself in. tigation. There are not, indeed, so many If anyone wishes to become good stories to be picked up about it, but its importance is fully as great for the Castillo. In 2 vols. (Madrid: Dubrull.) acquainted with the marvellous flexibility and exuberance of the Spanish language in satire political and social history of France. No THIS work is the payment of a debt of grati- and in description, he cannot do better than mention is made of the King's Belgian tude from a nephew to a deceased uncle study the Artículos de Costumbres of "El schemes, and very little of the Spanish mar-"a debt," says the writer, "which, unsatis- Solitario." Yet it is this very exuberance of riages. There is no allusion whatever to fied, would have positively saddened the close epithet of the gamin of Malaga, joined with George Sand and the remarkable group which of my life. . . . He is the only person in the his classical purism, which perhaps hinders gathered round her, though page after page is world to whom I have owed assistance and his popularity. Even to a Spaniard we devoted to Mdme. Récamier. While the protection. All the rest I have obtained or suspect his works must be more difficult name of Chateaubriand occurs on nearly every conquered absolutely without owing it to any-reading than those of his rivals-Larra and page, that of Lamartine is entirely omitted. one, save only to myself." Mesonero Romanos. We have dealt chiefly The real title of the book should have been These words are the key to the whole book. with these essays, for in other styles the "The Court of the Tuileries under the Re- It will be read by posterity at least as much works of Estebanez (with the exception of storation." Even on this period there occur for the autobiography which it gives of the what may be called his official ones) scarcely extraordinary mistakes, and still more extra- Prime Minister of Spain as for the life of went beyond projects. His studies in Arabic ordinary omissions. Victor Duke of Belluno Estebanez Calderón. Uncle and nephew were were undertaken solely with a view to enteris termed Duke of Belluna; Mortier is men- both of Malaga, and one charm of the book ing more deeply into the romance of Moorish tioned as an old soldier of the army of Italy, consists in the intense local patriotism which Andalusian history. His fragments show that whereas he served in Germany alone; Cor- is so piquant and salient a trait in the char- he might have excelled in picturesque descripreggio and Carracci are mis-spelt Corregio and acter of many a Spaniard. In Estebanez this tion, but he totally lacked the powers of Canachi. Still more curious is the omission feature existed in the highest degree, and steady application and patient research necesof the scene which took place at the funeral was only surpassed by his still more intense sary for the historian. Of his political and of the Duc de la Rochefoucauld in 1827, love and veneration for Spain. A thorough- official life we do not speak. In spite of when the illiberal King refused to allow the going optimist as regards everything Spanish, flashes of fierce Andalusian energy, it must mourners to follow the hearse of the real his love was more ardent than wise, and it be pronounced a failure; but the comments introducer of vaccination into France, and singularly limited his intellectual horizon. of his biographer on it may constitute for the coffin was knocked off and trampled in It might almost be said that for him the posterity the most valuable portions of this the mud. And though the book does not world beyond the Pyrenees and the coasts of work. profess to be historical, surely some men- Morocco did not exist. In this respect the tion ought to have been made of Boissy opinions of uncle and nephew are in contrast. d'Anglas, of the administration in 1814 of the In literary matters the nephew looks up to Department of the Interior by the abbé de the uncle as to a master whose excellence he Montesquiou-Fézeusac, and of Napoleon's can never hope to approach. In practical attempt to rally the old Republican party and political matters, though dealing most round him in the Hundred Days, when he tenderly with the errors of the man he loved, nominated Carnot to the War Office. The he still lets it be seen how widely he differs use of authorities is also strange, for while from him-so widely that he can afford to the untrustworthy memoirs of the Duchesse smile at his mischievous exaggerations and d'Abrantes are frequently cited, the remark-political anachronisms with the gentleness able letters of Sismondi, written from Paris with which we deal with the physical eccenduring Napoleon's short reign in 1815, which tricities of an intimate friend. were recently published in the Revue historique, are left unquoted. Señor Cánovas del Castillo believes that his relative has been unduly neglected by his The style also is deplorable. The author literary countrymen; that his works ought to leaps from the present to the past tense with be far more highly appreciated than they are; total disregard of grammar, and abounds in and that they should attain, at least among such paragraphs as "Already he meditates a the educated, a popularity hitherto lacked. new campaign," and "Ah! what grim folly! The purpose of the book is to justify this It makes one shudder!" A good specimen of belief. Is the justification a valid one? It the vicious style, which is made use of in an is evident that it is impossible for a foreigner attempt to be vigorous and graphic, is the to determine this; yet to shrink from giving description of Murat's Italian campaign :— an opinion (though with all diffidence, and "The superb King Joachim, in satin doublet, subject to correction) is to abandon the duty embroidered mantle, and flowing white plumes, of a critic. It seems to us that the future flourishing his riding whip or brandishing his fame of Estebanez Calderón will depend almost sword, is received with enthusiasm. He asks wholly upon his essays. He may, perhaps, be permission to pass through Rome. His regarded as the Charles Lamb of Spain; his Holiness refuses, and Joachim passes without verse, though pleasing, will never place him it. . . . Several battles, however, ensue. Joachim's courage and daring are unfailing; which he shows a spark of higher genius is high among the poets. The only instance in but with his ever decreasing army he is constantly beaten, and compelled to fight while retreating-for he is hotly pursued; but though recklessly risking his life and courting death as it were, as the bullets fly thickly around him, he yet remains wholly unharmed" (i. 234, 2:5). Although this sort of thing is largely in- in the satirical sonnet against Gallardo, the with Of the contemporaries of "El Solitario" we have some most delightful sketches. The greatest revelation is of course the almost unconscious one of the biographer himself. Portraits of Gens. Cordova, Narvaez, and Espartero (the object of especial dislike) are delineated here; while we have a side of the character of Usoz y Rio unmentioned by either Wiffen or by Boehmer. The details of the quarrel with Gallardo-like Estebanez, a Spaniard of the Spaniards-are most amusing. The correspondence and friendship Gayangos, who is characterised as almost an Englishman for steadiness of purpose, who was the fellow-student with Estebanez in Arabic, and both his rival and assistant as a bibliophile, are among the most delightful pages of a book whose only fault is that, in vol. i., it is sometimes too long. "Had I had time, I would have made it shorter," may perhaps be the excuse of one whose more important occupations must press hard upon the time he can devote to literary production. WENTWORTH WEBSTER. NEW NOVELS. Down the Way. By Miss Hope Stanford. Her Washington Season. By Jeanie Gould For Ever and Never. By J. Palgrave Simp- MISS HOPE STANFORD has chosen for her hero |