Memoirs of John A. Heraud. By his daughter, Edith Heraud.
(G. Redway. 7s. ad.)—We were disappointed in this book. Mr. Heraud was rather an interesting man of letters, and a friend of Southey's. But the central character in the memoir is rather his daughter than himself; and we cannot discover that she did very much except go on the stage and act Juliet at sixteen, as others have done before her with much the same results. It is only in novels that amateurs bound upon the boards as Juliet, and become famous and wealthy at once. There are some good stories of that savage little wit, Douglas Jerrold. "Have you seen my Descent into Hell ?" asked Heraud, who had perpetrated an epic under that title. "No," said Jerrold, "but I should like to." And again, when Heraud was defending some theatrical troupe from his strictures on the ground that it was a good working company. " It ought to be," said Jerrold. "It's a d—d bad playing one." We give these stories as the present writer heard them first, a little more briefly than in the memoir.
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