Derrick Vaughan, Novelist. By Edna Lyall. (Methuen.)—This is an interesting
little sketch of the growth of a writer's mind, not drawn, we can easily believe, without some hints from the writer's own experiences, though purposely made very different in its cir- cumstances. The early stirrings of the literary faculty in the child, his anxiety, for instance, to realise the scenes which he imagines, have all the appearance of genuine experiences. There is a love-story combined with the narrative of the " novelist's " career, a necessary addition, it may be, as the public will have such things, but otherwise not an improvement.