The Right Sort. By Mrs. Edward Kennard. 3 vols. (Remington
and Co.)—A more tedious novel than this we have seldom read. It is a dreary record of hunting experiences, written without any kind of vigour, fall of slang, and showing no literary power, and but a very moderate acquaintance with grammar. "The greater portion of the community will pronounce a similar verdict upon you and I," is an elegance of style which meets us early in the first volume. It is hardly possible to be surprised at anything that the ladies do, in the way of writing, now-a-days ; still, the name on the title-page of this "romance from the shires" is a strange and, we must own, a not very agreeable phenomenon.