The Castle and the Manor. By M. A. De Winter.
(Burns and Oates.)—There is little to be said about this book, except that it is especially written for children, and seems likely to please them. They will delight, perhaps more than is good for them, in the discomfiture of the tyrannical governess, Miss Thornton ; but the book, on the whole, should do them good. Where, we may ask, is the happy country where children may wander through the woods and pick " filberts " ?—Jacqueline : a Tale of the French Revolution of 1789. By L. E. Weeks. (Jerrold and Sons.)—The writer seems to be acquainted with his subject, and treats it with fair success. The history of the time, especially of the struggle between the Republican and Royalist parties in La Vendee, is worked up with the threads of private interest, and a readable story is the result. —The Thrales of Red Gulch, by Nehemia.h Clime& (Hodder and Stoughton), is a tale which shows a considerable power of charac- terisation, though the plot is of the slightest. Old Captain Tre- garvas is an excellently drawn figure.—Evie, by E. G. Wilcox (Wells Gardner, Barton, and Co.), is a simple story which it has been no comnion pleasure to read. One of its charms is the pleasing pictures of "doll life." Evie, an only child, realises her dolls with a completeness that belongs to her situation ; while Katie, who has to help her mother, and so is brought more into contact with practical life, is far less real in her imaginings. She is-a most delightful little person, is Evie, as simple and natural a child as could be drawn. We may take the liberty of reminding Miss Wilcox that "early in June" the travellers could hardly have driven "along a lovely lane, with the trees meeting overhead, and the banks on either side almost covered with moss and ferns, primroses, and anemones." —Roger Willoughby, by W. H. G. Kingston (Hodder and Stoughton), is, we suppose, a new edition. A touching preface, which we do not remember to have seen before, announces it as the author's last work. Mr. Kingston wrote so much, that it is impossible to remember the names and dates of publication of all his books. If this story is published now for the first time after his death, which occurred, if we remember right, as much as three years ago, it would have been as well to have said so.
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