Sunny Memories of an Indian Winter. By Sara H. Dunn.
(W. Scott.)—Mrs. Dunn has collected into a book a series of articles contributed to magazines, descriptive of the impressions made upon her by Indian life and scenery. Read separately, there is much that is pleasing in her rhapsodies over the beauty of the East ; but in its book-form one is bound to admit that this continual outpouring of enthusiastic appreciation is just a little woarisome to the reader. One cannot help feeling some sym- pathy with the American who was the author's companion in witnessing a sunrise in the Himalaya.:—" We had ridden out snider the awaking sky of the early morning hours, and as the pale lustrous dawn graduated into perfect day, and the sun rose glorious from behind the snows like an avenging fire-god,' causing the death-white Himalayas to kindle and glow in the light of his presence, a vision which made one speechless and .almost breathless, our Transatlantic cousin remarked in a tone of calm finality, 'Wall, that's what I call vurry neat.'" Really -the author might sometimes have followed the American example with advantage ; it would have been almost better to have simply described Dravidian Temples as " vurry neat" than to attempt to outdo their unchastened splendour with yet more unchastened epithets.
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