... A LITERARY LETTER.: A Boofe at ftlhe British Mtiaseuainm Asa EDintemy If $lhal&speire A Hew ILife of Ma^rlsoHa AluaswortSa Ma^i JLouals. London, March 14, 1910. I have my own quarrel with the British Museum Reading-room. It is quite other than that of the various correspondents in our news papers, who complain of the delay in receiving books. I have always found a wonderful courtesy on the ...

... A LITERARY LETTER! A Reimmrl&abSe oaTlh wotunpes* Tlhe ^ Ms5. MeeEs. London, May 9, 1910. Five novels that I have just read are:-- THE DEVOURERS. By A. Vivanti Chartres. (Heinemann.) THE UNDERSTANDABLE GOVERNESS. By F. Marion Crawford. (Macmillan.) Half in Earnest. By Muriel Hine. (John Lane.) The Girl with the Odds Against Her. By G. G. Chatterton. John Long.) The History of Mr. Polly. By ...

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... A LITERARY LETTER.: Mir. tS'wiimlb'aarir&e0 Post&htiasinius Volumes Privately-pirisfcted IBool&g Journ&Hsm Hew SiKndl Oldlo London, January 3, 1910. Mr. Henry Baerlein is a worker in many literary fields. He has written clever stories-- In Pursuit of Dulcinea for example; he has experi mented in a field which made Edward FitzGerald famous by his Diwan of Abu'l Ala, and now we have a novel from ...

... r I Sj V A LITERARY LETTER. Tlhe Puarclhisise of IDs3. Jlhiaso!ni1>s Mossse asa Csotiagpta Sqruasi.ffe for (tlht Ma.ftaoira Two ool&s e& AasstfaHa. A tSaaccessfaal Hovel. k B London, December 12, igio. Some time ago I appealed in these columns for some generous millionaire to purchase for the nation Dr. Johnson's house in Gough Square, the one personal memorial of Johnson that still survives ...

... A LITERARY LETTER.: A Caress Darate Sclholar Tlfoe Piroposedl Academy of ILitierattuire Tfoie BJew aa Meiredlaftlko59 _ i London, March 7, 1910. Some years ago I was in the habit of meeting Mr. A. J. Butler very frequently. I have not seen him of late, but by his death in his sixty-sixth year at Weybridge the other clay I regret the exit of a genuine scholar and a sincere lover of literature. ...

... A LITERARY LETTER: The Jo*araalis1fc a A^atJlhoff3 A Groodl Booh EH She DsimphiirHeSo London. January 31. igio. The relation of literature to journalism is a topic of never-failing interest. Here are four books by four well-known journalists that bring it once again to my mind. I know that I am belated in reading them:-- The Comments of Bagshot. By J. A. Spender. (Constable.) Prophets, Priests ...

... . By Alphonse COURLANDER. T. Fisher Unxvin.) Ingenious farce and genial philosophy go to the making of . A kindly manufacturer, who worked in gelatine, sugar, and liquorice for the benefit of child- humanity, seeing himself rich with their farthings, took a holiday in Paris, and met there some merry adventurers, with a little island in the South Seas to sell. Had not a foreign sugar merchant ...

... STUDIES IN IIOYAL INSANITY. FROM the very nature of the subject, a book like this* is apt to make history a sort of nightmare. If one were to concen trate attention upon a selection of lunatics from any class or profession, the result would doubtless be the same. In the case of royalties, who dwell in the fierce light that beats upon a throne, anecdotes of personal eccentricity are liable to ...

... . By Eden Phillpotts. John Murray.) There is one way of possessing land lo which the most rabid Socialist could take no excep tion. And since it is no longer fashionable to open a story with Once upon a time in a certain country, whole counties have been thus acquired for their owners to place in castle and cottage whom they will. At least, in the phrase of the moment, it may be truly said ...

... . By Mrs. Stanley Wrench. _ {John Long.) Of quite different matter is Mrs. Stanley Wrench's . Furious heart throbs, souls aflame, and illegitimate babies many passions, but little perfection, aresome of the impressions left by its perusal. It is consoling:, however, to reflect that tumults and sorrows such as these are difficult to treat as sane criticism of life. And as even the author ...