A Tour in Crete. By Edward Postlethwaite. (Hotten.)—Mr.. Postlethwaite spent
about six weeks in the summer of last year among the Cretan insurgents. He seems to have seen very little, and to lack the power of describing that little. But the book--for we would be, et to whatever merit it has—is modest in size and unpretending in ne, and the writer seems a man who has his heart in the right place ; it decidedly not a man whose judgment we should be inclined to trust such a matter as the Cretan difficulty, or indeed in any matter which ''ht lie much beyond the range of his nose. If he could have con- red to keep his eyes a little wider open, it would have been well; but can pardon everything but his reflections, which are after this hion. He finds a boy sleeping in a wood, the boy runs off. "Where he flow? If not commingled with the elements, in Hellas probably, ith a roof over his head, his happiness complete if he has a biscuit to runch."
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