15 SEPTEMBER 1928, Page 20

Another hint for those who would write for the Press

is to study the works of Pierre Loti, who was one of the greatest journalists of his age, although he rarely wrote for the Press. As a reporter of things seen (those things being generally mournful) he has no living peer except Mr. Kipling. The translations published by Messrs. Werner 'Laurie contain hideous blemishes, such as " where the great sultana Montaz Mahal, sleeps since two hundred and seventy years ago," but in spite of that some of Loti shines through our speech, which he hated and in which he is now scourged. In French he is the simplest author who ever wrote. (A Tale of Brittany (Mon Frere Yves), A Tale of the Pyrenees (Ramunteho), and India (L'Inde Sans Les Anglais), 6s. each.)