A Trip to Norway in 1873. By "Sixty-on," Author of
"Reminis- cences of the Lows." (Bickers.)—" Sixty-one" is so very genuine and honest a sportsman, that we feel sorry not to be able to say that his new book is as good as his old one. But it is quite natural that a man should find much that is worth hearing to say about a country which he has known for twenty years, and be less at home when he has nothing but the experience of a six weeks' tour to fall back upon. Still the book is worth reading, first because it contains some valuable in- formation for those who am interested in Norwegian shooting (it is with shooting rather than fishing that the writer is on this occasion concerned); and secondly, because it is the genuine experience of one of those curious minds which, while having sufficient culture and interest in affairs, are possessed with a perfect passion for sport. " Sixty-one " owns to thirteen years in addition to that age, and he is as keen and eager as if his whole tale was thirteen. Nothing is better in the book than the writer's account of his dogs, or rather, we should say, of his dog "Prince," whom he describes in terms that make one long to make his acquaintance. "Prince," our readers must understand, is a retriever, —and a good retriever, with the possible exception of a good coney, is the best of dogs. Of matters of the practical kind there is to be noted the strong statement of the necessity of protective laws for the game. The Norwegians are killing their goose with the golden eggs. They let their shootings, and then shoot all that is left, adding the monstrous aggravation of letting them twice over, if there is a chance of escaping the lessee's notice, to roving buccaneers who traverse the country early on speculation.