SOME BOOKS OF THE WEEK.
[Notice in this column doer not necessarily preclude subsequent review.)
The London Mercury for October has a long and lively poem, in free verse, by Mr. J. C. Squire on " The Rugger Match " at Queen's Club—a good piece of descriptive writing with some amusing lines in which the poet justifies himself for stealing an afternoon from his work.
" What was the point of it ? Why did the heart leap high, Putting reason back, to watch that fugitive play ? Why not ? We must all distract ourselves with toys. Not a brick nor a heap remains, the more durable product Of all that effort and pain. Yet, sooner or later,
As much may be said of any human game."
Dr. Ethel Smyth writes in her witty and uncompromising style of " Augusta Holmes, Pioneer." Mr. George Moore
completes his mediaeval story of Peronnik the Fool." Mr. Gordon Crosse discusses some of the earlier "Shakespearean Mares' Nests," and Mr. John Bailey has a vigorous and sensible paper on " Pedantry or English ? "
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