Through Sorrow's Gates. By Halliwell Sutcliffe. (T. Fisher Unwin. 6s.)—There
is a certain affectation of the unconventional in this novel. The author invites us to admire these men and women of the "Lonely Heath." What a grand set of people they are!' he seems to say ; they will have none of your weak human laws ; they obey the elemental passion and nothing else.' We do not quite see what is meant by "weak human laws,"—the game-laws, for which Mr. Sutcliffe would probably have more respect if he rented a grouse-moor, or the Ten Commandments. His ideal "Lonely Heath" woman is, it would seem, Hester Boyd. To us she is quite incomprehensible. Hunc amat, peccat cum Mr. Sutcliffe drives us into the decency or obscurity of Latin. But there are really good things in the book ; perhaps the best is the story of how Joshua Boyd died,—a bit of true pathos, if there ever was one.