expended much trouble, and with no small success in the
result. Violet Berkeley, with her pliant will, which has been too much bent to a not altogether desirable model ; the impulsive Una, with her energy and courage ; the self-sacrificing Dr. Beverley, with his thorough devotion to duty ; and his soldier brother,—all these, and others which might be mentioned, are finely drawn. Miss Giberne shows proofs of having read as well as thought,—witness that little touch about the folded napkin in the Saviour's grave. Perhaps the action in her story is less to be praised than the manner of telling it. The scene in the mad woman's room, for instance, is one which might have been spared. But St. Austin's Lodge, on the whole, is a book which is sure to interest, and to interest not without some suggestion of good.