and the love of Nature. It contains a number of
curious and interesting notes on both subjects. Here, for instance, is some- thing about the cuckoo. The ancients thought that in winter it changed into a hawk. They are, in fact, much alike. Mr. Edwards- Moss has himself shot a cuckoo by mistake, and thinks that the birds sometimes are equally deluded when they mob it. "They cannot all be its foster-parents," he remarks. In sport, we have some spirited angling scenes, and a curious experience in the trial of hitherto unfished lochs. They were a great disappointment, as the present writer has himself found. Strangely enough, a loch, it would seem, may be left too much alone, as far, at least, as the size and condition of the fish are concerned, though not, of course,
as regards their shyness. The author has a very pretty talent for quotation, and writes like a man who uses his library. He will find a lapsus calami on p. 52, d prcpos of the Athenians.
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