Lost Chords. By Arthur Rickett. (A. D. Inners and Co.)—
These " Emotions without Morals," as the ingenious author calls them, are a clever satire on a certain kind of literature, if litera- ture it is, which seemed to find favour with a portion of the public some time ago, and possibly finds it still. " When one wishes," as Mr. Garbage remarks, " to out-Ouida Onida and out- Egerton Egerton, then—;" we may fill up the unfinished sen- tence, there is nothing left but Lost Chords. Mr. Garbage " was admiring the sensuous curve of the sardines on his breakfast- plate " when he uttered this aspiration, and it is not difficult to find the parallels to Mr. Garbage and his fellows in books, often clad in congenially unwholesome yellow, which Mr. Rickett parodies. "Parodies," we say, but there are extravagances and stupidities which no ingenuity can ever pass.
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