We deeply regret to chronicle the death of Katharine Mansfield
(Mrs. Middleton Murry). She was held by many critics to be the best living writer of short stories, and her two volumes Bliss and The Garden Party had a profound effect upon her contemporaries. She was an exquisite observer and analyst, and profoundly versed in the intricacies of human character. But she had that rarer gift, the power of passing on her observations almost entirely undeflected to the reader. Without being a rigid symbolist she had the power of making material objects expressive. Her words were limpid, unob- structive and unwmping. A shade of meaning was never sacrificed to avoid a verbal awkwardness, but neither was the verbal blemish allowed to remain. She was an exquisite artist, whose fine work never became finicking. Her death is an irreparable loss to the literature of the imagination.
THE LITERARY EDITOR.
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