By James Agate
Few living authors have dignified their careers with three volumes of reminiscence ; if the omens are read aright, none will be able to rival Mr. Agate, by the time he has finished, for the thoroughness with which he will have treated what it seems fair to call his favourite subject. This instalment of his autobiography (Harrap, 58s.) contains rather fewer records of what Mr. Agate has eaten and drunk in the course of a year. Otherwise the mixture is very much as before. Books read and plays reviewed dispute for space with the witticisms of Mr. Agate and his friends, the achievements of horses, the solemnities and trivialities of public and privaie life, Ireland and the United States of America, with intervals occupied by the customary little essays and letters. Those who have enjoyed the two earlier volume's of Mr. Agate's reminiscences will enjoy this one ; those who have come to regard these autobiographical outbreaks as signal examples of the insipid treatment of trivial themes will be confirmed in that opinion.