Madame's Grand-daughter. By F. IL Peard. (Hatobanis.)—Every one acquainted with
Miss Peard's charming novels will welcome this last addition to the number, and not be disappointed with it. She takes her readers again to the sonny South, where she herself, it is very apparent, loves to be ; and carries them to the spots she describes so well. This time it is to Grasse, on the Mediterranean ; and there we live for the time amongst the olive-groves, the gardens of exquisitely scented flowers for which Grasse ie remarkable, the hills and valleys, and the views on all sides of the bluest of blue seas, and wander over the dilapidated old castle in Caetelbianco, with its grey walls and interesting associations, and with the quaint and lifelike group of characters which she describes with so mnoh vivid power. There ie a spirit, humour, beauty, and pathos in Miss Peard'e descriptions that seem to us to increase with each effort of her genius, and we thank her for adding so much pleasure to the reading hears of our lives. We have but one thing to complain of. May we venture to do no P Why will she leave us not quite satisfied as to the fate of her heroine P Few of our present-day ladx-novelists, however, can vie with Mies Peard in unfailing interest of subject, delicacy of character-delineation, purity of style, and a high and refined tone of feeling.