holed his readers and talked to them with rapidity and emphasis. "Don't go first to Rome," was his advice to Americans bound for Italy, and he repeated the advice in capital letters. "To see Venice before you have seen Florence is a serious mistake; to see Rome before you have seen Florence is a fatal blunder."

Mr. Percy Dearmer's Highways and Byways in Normandy, illustrated by Mr. Pennell, was reviewed by us only a month ago, under the heading "The Stones of Normandy," Mr. Dearmer's preoccupation being with church architecture and stained glass.

Books on Klondike were frequent when everyone seemed to be going to Klondike. Mr. Robert C. Kirk's Twelve Months in Klondike (Heinemann) and Mr. Angelo Heilprin's Alaska and the Klondike (Pearson) were, perhaps, the

most notable works in this class.

Reviews.

Butterfly Topography.

Travels in England. By Richard Le Gallienne. (Grant Richards. 68.)

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THE trouble about Mr. Le Gallienne is that he fails to show us, under all his happy fancies and gay casualness, a thread of purpose, a reminiscence of work and experience in the background, which would enable us to enjoy this book as his, and our own, recreation. He dismays the reader by letting it seem that this is his work—this butterfly tricksomeness, this feather-tickling of the face of life, this airy literary mention of its deeper significances. The great essayists have never left this void. Read Hazlitt's essay, "On Going a Journey," and you will find we know not what undercurrent of sterner things-the mid-stream of a man's life, swaying no lilies but running on, on, on, with a certain purpose, or fatality; authorising his riparian play. It is this we miss. Confessedly Mr. Le Gallienne does not propose to be useful or definite. He proposes not so much to travel as to lie in the sun and say things. 'Any excuse to be near the warm heart of the mighty Mother: hay-making, playing at soldiers in Woolmer Forest, writing books about nothing--anything at all, anything at all." At first the reader is pleased with the free uncertain prospect. A summer book, a dance of thoughts! . . . But it is odd how the mind begins to demand sureties when it finds that it is to be prettily fooled and flattered through 300 pages. It will not let the smilingest dandy of a writer fill its view for long, unless he convinces it that he is a dandy only for the nonce, or by your leave, or for a mask. Mr. Le Gallienne, we think, fails to give this satisfaction. We are reluctant to say so, because it cannot be proved by extracts. Isolated extracts will always show Mr. Le Gallienne as the possessor of a delightful fancy, or an interesting melancholy. He is infinitely pleasant, wayward, sad, and bookish. But he would have been the same had his tour been totally different, or ten times as long. He would have written thus of Bosnia, or of Billingsgate. He is too literary. Hazlitt was purely literary, yet there was a difference; his thoughts had a secret connexion and consistency, they hinted of thoughts he kept back, they disclosed a man and then a curtain. Mr. Le Gallienne's comments on life and nature are too prodigal and uncostly. They take you here and they take you there; and, never palling, they pall. Can you not imagine how this fails on the 193rd page, that might have pleased on the 19th:

Pewsy, of course, is a very minor Crewe. Probably no one has ever thought of it before as a form of Clapham Junction. . . . It was to lead me to Avebury in Wilts. That was its one and only significance. Yet, so strange are the vagaries of human destiny that who knows but

some day Pewsy may suddenly become for me the very centre of the universe, the capital of dreams. A face at a window, a voice from heaven, and how differently I had written of Pewsy. Or, some day a letter may come with the Pewsy postmark that shall change the whole course of my life. Who knows!

And can you not divine our reason for laughing aloud, and again aloud, over this passage about a service in Fairford Church:

I listened, too, to a sermon of great antiquarian interest on the text: They shall come from the East and the West, but the children of the kingdom shall be cast out." The rector warned us against the dangers of several thousand years ago with much eloquence, and, meanwhile, I prayed to the painted windows.

But if these limitations haunt, you are not to suppose that Mr. Le Gallienne is not often satisfying. Sometimes he is so fresh and felicitous that you forget the general in the gay particular. His description of a Shropshire dairy, managed by a wiry farmer's wife and her six daughtersall content with their lot and proud of their work-rings true and simple, though he must remark: "There is something to be said for work that compels us to hear the morning stars singing."

As we mounted the stairs to the cheese-room the Squire asked our hostess why she didn't let some of her rooms to summer visitors. She had thought of it, she said, but she feared that her cooking might prove too humble. She was all right on simple dishes, joints and puddings, but, she added in a phrase which particularly delighted me, "I should be lost on jellies." I suppose she would resent a cheese in marble for her tombstone, with the inscription: "She made a good Cheshire cheese-and six beautiful daughters"; and yet, when you think what would be implied in the inscription, what prouder monument would any of us ask?

Mr. Le Gallienne went to Selborne, Winchester, Stonehenge, Stratford-on-Avon, Lechlade, the Cotswolds, and other places-but his route is no more important than his commentary. They are both wayward and pretty.

Chalk Hills and Shepherds.

Nature in Downland. By W. W. Hudson. (Longmans.) MR. HUDSON is well known for his pleasant and accurate books on bird life; on the birds of London he is an authority. Here he is not too birdy, but just birdy enough. His field naturalist's journal, kept always and everywhere, had in it many pages about the Downs, but this book is no mere expansion of those notes. It is a book about Down life, human, animal, avine, and floral, distilled in great measure from the author's memory. The Sussex Downs have been waiting for their book. White of Selborne wrote of them with heavy, sincere rapture; and sundry obscure authors like William Hay, Charlotte Smith, and Hurdis, the local poet, have written Richard out their love of these rolling chalk lands. Jefferies did not die in Sussex before he had praised it. But the Downs have not really been put into a book. Mr. Hudson's opportunity, therefore, has been great. We think he has risen to it. Other writers could have been more literary, whimsically digressive, and aptly quotational. But Mr. Hudson comes to us with the smell of the Downs in his clothes, and with a hundred plain things to tell.

No analysis of the pleasure received from this or that type of scenery is likely to be very convincing; for one thing, one doesn't want analysis. Still, Mr. Hudson is probably on the right track when he traces the beauty of the Sussex Downs to their "fungus-like roundness and smoothness." Fungus is not a nice word (Mr. Hudson takes it from Gilbert White), but it suggests the broad,

dreamy curves, the "solemn slope of mighty limbs asleep," which the Downs yield the eye. Furthermore, it is not a Down that is beautiful, but the Downs; not a curve, but many curves. As Mr. Hudson points out, Hogarth's theory of beauty, and Burke's, derive a likeliness from the Downs, where undulations please the eye because they invite the feet. Even Mr. Herbert Spencer is quoted-but enough! We shall give the reader the idea that Mr. Hudson writes bookishly, whereas he writes like this:

One wonders which of the three following common sights of the Sussex Downs carries us further back in time: the cluster of cottages, with church and farm buildings, that form the village nestling in the valley, and, seen from above, appearing as a mere red spot in the prospect; the cloaked shepherd, crook in hand, standing motionless on some vast green slope, his grey, rough-haired sheep-dog resting at his feet; or the team of coal-black, long-horned oxen drawing the plough or carrying the corn.

These are the insignia of the Downs. Mr. Hudson does not forget the surface on which they shine. The turf, fragrant and springy and centuries old, with its peculiar "medicine smell with something subtler added," is the fundamental fact. Once destroyed, as it has been in many places by short-lived attempts in tillage, this proud turf does not return. Flowers come and make marvellous patches, wild gardens, natural carpets flung on the ancient floor. Here viper's bugloss usurps an acre, there white campion queens it over a large parallelogram, or forgetme-not flourishes on a field forgotten. We have delightful glimpses of the animal life of the Downs, which includes foxes, badgers, shrews, moles, stoats, adders, and big snakes. How is it that moles, which are supposed to be always athirst, can flourish on the high dry Downs in summer, where even the shepherds have to fetch their water from sources three or four miles away? That is one of many delightful riddles propounded by Mr. Hudson. In such cases he has always consulted the natives, and has always learned something. Thus with the moles:

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Walking on I met an intelligent-looking shepherd, who I found, a good observer and something of a naturalist; and to him I put the question that occupied me. He told me that he had been shepherding on these hills over forty years, and the moles had always been there where they had no water to driuk. 'They must drink or die,' said I; it is down in the books, and therefore it must be true." He shook his head at the books, and replied that the moles came out at night to lick the grass-the dew was enough for them. "If that is so," I said, "then they must die of thirst in seasons when there is no dew." They do die," he answered; "in very dry, windy summers, when there is no dew, you find a good many moles lying about dead on these hills every morning." He added that they did not all die; that a year or so after a time of great mortality they become numerous again.

The shepherds are great men. They neither dream dreams nor see visions, but they know their work, and all that comes near it, and are content. Even the young men are content; and one of them-a tall, handsome fellow of twenty-three-defended his calling and its wages against Mr. Hudson's pretended ridicule with quiet spirit. last Mr. Hudson said:

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How could he marry on twelve and sixpence a week? At that there came a pleasant, far-away look into his eyes; it could be seen that they were turned iuward, and were occupied with the image of a particular and incomparable She. He smiled, and appeared to think it was not impossible to marry on twelve and sixpence a week. Such is the shepherd of the Downs in youth; in age he is not soured. We leave untouched chapters on "Shepherds Wheatears, ," "Summer Heat," "Swallows and Churches," and "Chichester." Mr. Hudson's book ranks with the late Mr. Gibbs's A Cotswold Village; it has the same plainness and intimacy.

THE folio Royal Atlas of England and Wales is noble in its proportions, and greatly to be desired. It is England spread on your desk political England, ecclesiastical England, populated England, railway England, geological England, orographical England, and-England. In all there are seventy maps and town plans, and what they do not tell about England's surface cannot be much. The maps proper are indexed as "topographical sections," and are named after some fairly central town. Section III. is "Newcastle," and gives us the southern half of Northumberland, the country westward to Hexham, a great part of Durham, and the top of Yorkshire's northeast shoulder, with Whitby for its epaulette. The scale is the noble one of four miles to an inch.

Thus

A fascinating section is No. 64, showing the relative population of the districts round London. The density of population is shown by means of nine colours. London and urban districts are marked black. Slate colour indicates districts with a population of over 512 inhabitants to the square mile, purple indicates districts of from 384 to 512 inhabitants to the square mile, and successive colours graduating down to white show the thinning out of the population in all directions. The results are most curious and instructive. South and west of London the slate colour flows out for miles, halting at Croydon and Wallington, extending a finger to Epsom, an arm to Leatherhead, and a writhing leg to Godalming such extended limbs always following the lines of railway. An unbroken expanse of slate colour (512 to the mile) stretches from Hounslow to Windsor, and thence, to one's surprise, flows on in a narrow stream to Cookham. The invasion of Essex by the London clerk and working man is graphically shown by dun streamers to Hoddesdon in Hertfordshire and to Blake Hall in Essex. But each colour tells its own interesting story, and the local relations of the colours to each other are the most interesting feature of all. A bright yellow arm stretching from Hertfordshire right into London indicates the thinly populated Lea valley and the Hackney marshes. It takes a still fainter tint of yellow to indicate the population of the Plumstead marshes, and the waste lands lying around the lower docks of London. There are curious incongruities. At Chislehurst you are in slate colour (above 512); but only two miles further south, at Orpington, you are in yellow (64 to 128); and west of Orpington for many miles there is a tract of country as far as Guildford which is several degrees less populous than the country north and south of it. As a guide to the choice of a residential district the map is singularly useful. We should add that an exhaustive index completes the Atlas.

Messrs. Philips's Handy- Volume Atlas displays London in fifty-five sectional maps bound into a book which can be slipped into the pocket. The arbitrary divisions of London necessitated by a book atlas produces some interesting results. In not a single instance has the bookbinder's sheers cut out an unbroken expanse of streets; but this is all but attained in Plate 17, where the City-road, De Beauvoir-town, and Bethnal-green districts spread their miles of brick, and are relieved by nothing larger or greener than London Fields. Another depressing section, lying south of Bermondsey, is just redeemed by Southwark's small park and some nameless nursery gardens near the Old Kent road. London's many Londons are curiously differentiated in these fifty-five sections. dishabille, her ragged edges, her strange contrasts, her

Her

growths and stagnations, are caught "in the act," so to speak, by the accidents of binding. The maps are clear, and in the more open districts they appear to be as complete as could be fairly expected. Unfortunately the scale (three inches to the mile) is not large enough to permit every street to be marked, and this defect becomes a little serious in the case of a very short but well-known street like York-street, Covent-garden, which is here merged in Tavistock-street. Panton-street, Leicester-square, is marked but not named, and, of course, its very short continuation, Spur-street, suffers equally. Being unnamed in the maps, these streets are naturally unnamed in the index. However, a map is an affair of scale, and you cannot have a big scale and a very compact atlas, or a big scale and a very cheap atlas. For its scale this atlas is excellent.

Messrs. Cook's folding map of London is very clear, and includes such distant suburbs as Hampstead and Cricklewood. With the map we have some interesting information, in the form of lists, concerning historical and literary landmarks, places referred to by Dickens, reliques of old London, &c., with references to their places in the map. The list of houses in which great men have lived is particularly interesting, as it enables us to compare their readiness to support the inconveniences of a change of residence. Boswell had eight London addresses in his life, being outdistanced by Dr. Johnson, who had fourteen. Milton lived in twelve different London houses, or twice as many as Shelley. Sydney Smith removed ten times, Swift ten times. Dickens had eleven London addresses to show for Thackeray's six and Bulwer Lytton's seven. Cowper is credited with only his Temple address, but he lived in Ely-place as an apprentice to the law. Ruskin's Denmark-hill home, and Browning's home in South London also escape notice, although the map includes their sites. The general interest of the list is perhaps greater than its detailed accuracy. The derivations of some London street names given in another list are somewhat too courageous. Rotten-row may be a corruption of Route du Roi, but there is no agreement on the point. Nor is the derivation of Gutter-lane, from "Guthrum, an ancient Dane," very satisfying. Notting-hill is doubtless. a corruption of Nutting-hill. The obviousness of some origins given, such as Haymarket from a "market of hay or straw," is exqualled by the unexpectedness of “Blind Chapel-court-a corruption of Blanche Appleton-court." A useful and interesting map.

Part XI. of Messrs. Dent's well-known work deals principally with the valley of the Ure, with Ripon, and its cathedral, and Fountains Abbey; while a beginning is made with Wensleydale. Perhaps the greatest attraction of this, as of other parts of the work is its revelation of the charms of little known ancient towns and villages off all beaten tracks. Yorkshire is one of the best of English counties in which to find such places. Masham is one.

Its appearance is quaint, and suggestive of long-dead centuries. It consists, practically, of one great market square, surrounded by old-fashioned houses, with an obelisk or pillar, rising from a base of four steps, in the centre, and at the east end a very fine church, surmounted by a handsome octagonal spire of considerable height. . . When Leland visited this part of Yorkshire he found Masham pretty much as it shows itself to the traveller of to-day. Masseham," he remarks, "is a praty quik "this was a favourite expression of his "market-town, and a fair Chirch, an a bridge of tymbre. A little bynethe

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Masseham on the other side of Yore river lye the Aldbury village. At the end of Masseham townlet, I passed over a fair river called Bourne, it goeth into the Ure thereby a little bynethe the bridge." There were good markets in Leland's time, but these seem to have decayed, though there is still a great annual cattle and sheep fair here, held about the middle of September, whereto as many as forty thousand sheep are usually brought for sale. During this fair open house is kept by every person in the place, and there is a staple dish of roast beef and pickled cabbage to which every comer is made heartily welcome. While the fair lasts Masham is a place of bustle and excitement; when it is over the little town settles down to the quiet-st and most monotonous of existences, save on market days, when the folk from the dales come in to give it a momentary increase of life.

The illustrations are of somewhat varying styles and excellence, and the reader has usually to choose between a competent prettiness and a less competent matter-offactness. But there is no doubt that this work will be, when completed, a literary and pictorial record of great interest.

Messrs. Black's Guide to the English Lakes has assumed an entirely different aspect in this edition. The arrangement of the book has been altered, and the whole district divided into five sections: the Windermere, the Ullswater, the Central, the Keswick, and the Coast sections. Otherwise the features of the guide are preserved. The maps are excellent and alluring. A more difficult district to compass and compress could hardly present itself to the maker of a guide-book; but the editor appears to have surmounted most obstacles. We might suggest a longer note on Swarthmoor Hall, which is briefly, almost inaccurately, described as "once the residence of George Fox." Quaker visitors to the Lakes-who are many— will probably desire a better account than this of the place they regard as their Mecca.

It was Magee-was it not ?-who said to his brother of Hereford: "If you will give me your river, I will give you my See." The offer was inspired by a sight of the lovely banks of the Wye. Black's Guide to the Wye, a handy little volume, goes far to explain Magee's enthusiasm. We doubt if the following particulars about the Severn Tunnel are so well known as they are interesting:

Over 3,000 men were employed in this bold enterprise, which was attended with incidents of perilous and, indeed, romantic adventure. After seven years' labour, the works were inundated by the tide, and sixty men had to be rescued by one small boat making repeated trips of a mile underground after being lowered into a shaft. Only one man was drowned, who tried to save himself by swimming: but the brave young engineer, Mr. G. O. Formby, who headed the rescuing party, for hours wet to the skin in the choking darkness, then laid the seeds of an illness from which he died prematurely. The tunnel is now kept dry only by constant pumping. At Sudbrook (South brook), below Portskewett, are the great pumping works, where gigantic pumps discharge daily from twenty to thirty million gallons. The pumping houses have not only to drain the tunnel, but to supply water to several villages whose wells have been sucked dry by these subterranean operations. The works are not open to visitors without special permit.

The guide to East Kent, by the same firm, reaches its fourteenth edition this year.

London.

Black's Guide to London and its Environs. Edited by A. R. Hope Moncrieff. Eleventh Edition. (A. & C. Black. 18.) Our Great City; or, London the Heart of the Empire. By H. O. Arnold-Forster. (Cassell.)

Cassell's Guide to London. (Cassell. 6d.)

To look through London guide-books is to wish for a week to fill in the larger gaps in one's knowledge of

London. The present writer has lived in London for fifteen years, has made the study of its streets and life a hobby, has collected prints and books relating to London, and has roamed its miles of suburbs in all directions; yet he has never entered the Tower of London, or seen the effigies of the Crusaders in the Temple Church, or visited the Tate Gallery, or admired (from within) "the most beautiful and most venerable monument of old London"the Charterhouse. And yet how pleasant it would be to give a week to seeing London in the receptive spirit of the country cousin. "A catalpa tree in the garden is said to have been planted by him, perhaps brought by Raleigh from America." The writer is Mr. Hope Moncrieff, the garden that of Gray's Inn, the planter Lord Bacon. Really, it would be very interesting to look up that catalpa tree with the aid of Black's Guide, and, looking at it, to murmur: "Perhaps brought by Raleigh from America." Nay, given time for such reflections, one might find a subtle pleasure in quoting Wordsworth's sonnet, written on Westminster Bridge, in conjunction with the fact that the length of the bridge is 1,160 feet. Then there are descriptions which titillate the mind:

Opposite Kensington, on the other side of the Park, lies Bayswater, not quite such a fashionable quarter, but still highly respectable, and in parts more than respectable. Surely one might learn a few things in an afternoon devoted to the identification of those parts of Bayswater which are more than respectable. It will be perceived that Black's Guide to London, like all the guides ever written, has its unconscious humours as well as its curiosities of information. But its solid merits are indisputable they include orderly arrangement, an abundance of good maps, and a lively sense of the stranger's needs.

Mr. Arnold-Forster's book is a sign of the times, and our wonder is that it has not arrived sooner. London citizenship will never recover its old vitality until its old connexion with education is revived. Persuaded of this, Mr. ArnoldForster has compiled a London primer, which he hopes will be used in London schools. After examining the book with care we share that hope. The book is eminently suited for schools, if we except the statement, on page 41, that Edward III. won the battle of Agincourt. Mr. Arnold-Forster has begun at the beginning-that is, with the soil on which London stands. He traces the early history of London, legendary, Roman, Saxon, Norman, Plantagenet, Tudor, and the rest. The survey is lucid and bright throughout, though, with intention, elementary. Chapters XVIII. and XIX., on "Pictures from the Book of the Streets of London," are happily inspired. The young Londoner is bidden to see dimmest antiquity in the name of Ludgate, Saxon saintliness in St. Swithin'slane, Roman road-making in London Stone; and to recognise the features of an old and rural London in the names of Brook-street, Fleet-street, Holborn, Great Windmill-street, Spitalfields, and Finsbury. The White Friars and the Black Friars and the Knights Templar are traced in surviving names, and the names of kings and queens and battlefields are shown to be daily on the lips of 'bus conductors. Old trades and their localities are recognised under names like Vintry Wharf, Cornhill, Ironmonger-lane, Ave Maria-lane, and Seacoal-lane. Other chapters describe St. Paul's, Westminster Abbey, the Houses of Parliament, the British Museum, the National Gallery, &c. The Thames, with its trade and government, is carefully considered; and the government of London as a whole is explained in terms simple enough to be understood by the little child, and even by the oldest ratepayer. In short, Mr. Arnold-Forster has made excellent use of his space. The very birds of London have a chapter to roost in; and, not content with describing London as it was and is, the author adds a final suggestive chapter on "London as it Might Be."

Cassell's Guide is a good sixpenny booklet, with one map and many illustrations. A well-planned round of visits, to occupy a week, is sketched out. The book is full of sound information and suggestions. Fancy going to see the "grounds of the Toxophilite Society, which exists for the promotion of archery."

Paris.

Exhibition Paris. (Heinemann.)

Paris. By Augustus J. C. Hare. 2 vols. Second Edi tion, revised. (George Allen. 3s. each.)

Guide to Paris. (Black. 1s.)

THE title Exhibition Paris is to some extent misleading. Exhibition Paris is indeed exhaustively dealt with; but normal Paris prevails, as it should do. We doubt whether any guide to Paris so directly and completely useful as this exists. The information about hotels, &c., is no beggarly array of generalities, but is full, modern, and convincing; and this note, one soon finds, is the note of the book. There are fifteen closely packed, classified columns devoted solely to questions of eating and drinking. There are sections on Tobacco, Cigars, Illness, Chemists, Laundresses, Hairdressers, Lost Property, Telephones, Furniture, &c., &c. The visitor is told what he must do if he is arrested by the police. He is directed to the best shops for curiosities, Dress Materials, Flowers, Fireworks, Boots, Gloves, Jewels, Bronzes, and Books. Plans of the seating accommodation in the principal theatres are given; and the section on "Paris by Night" is a complete guide to amusements. It is only on p. 111 that the sights of Paris, properly speaking, are taken in hand; nearly two hundred pages are devoted to them-pages alive with woodcuts. At page 300 Exhibition Paris begins, and continues to page 431, the end. A complexity of usefulness marks every page We may add, as showing the alertness of the compiler, that a Calendar of Events from May to October is included in the book, so that no English visitor need miss a race meeting or fail to see the fountains play at Versailles, or lose the chance of taking a walk in the Sewers or the Catacombs. Exhibition Paris is the guide to Paris for this year. (Heinemann. 2s. 6d. net.)

Mr. Hare's guide-books have a distinction of their own. They are not cheap, but good paper and charming woodcuts make them singularly attractive. The black bindings with red lines were an inspiration. "The conscientious hard work of two years were given, says the author, to this book and Days Near Paris, and there is evidence on every page of this book of original study. The references to, and quotations from, French writers are extremely numerous and suggestive. Victor Hugo, Zola, and Taine are frequently drawn upon for picturesque descriptions. This guide-book be best used as an intellectual companion, and the tourist can seek in other books the "dulluseful information " which Mr. Hare compresses into a few pages.

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Black's Guide to Paris is modelled on the Guide to London, issued by the same firm. The present edition, however, includes about fifty new pages dealing with the Exhibition. The map of the Exhibition is quite admirable. By means of six colours one can immediately distinguish the Exhibition buildings proper, the special foreign pavilions, the exhibits with an extra charge, the restaurants, gardens, walks, &c. After the Exhibition section follows the guide to Paris proper, illustrated with photographs, and followed by the usual sections on Rouen, Le Havre, Calais, &c., with information for cyclists. We can confidently recommend this guide-book to those whose time in Paris is limited.

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