A Sussex Idyl. By Clementine Black. (S. Tinsley.)—There is always a certain interest in the story of how a man marries or loves be- neath him, though it is a subject which requires to be handled with special delicacy and tact. These qualities Miss Black brings to her task. The tale of Oliver's wooing, how it began and how it sped, is prettily told. The end especially is good, where we have a sort of filling-out in prose of the scene sketched in Mr. Tennyson's "Miller's Daughter," where the lover takes his fair one to meet his mother's judgment. The winning of the elder lady's heart by the unexpected grace and refinement, and no less by the unselfishness, of the low-born maid is quite pathetic.