A Book of the Severn. By A. G. Bradley. (Methuen.
1.5s. net.) —A cultivated traveller like Mr. Bradley is always an agreeable companion. In this charming book he takes us in a leisurely fashion from the Severn's source on Plinlimmon, past Mont- gomery, Shrewsbury, Bridgnorth, Worcester, Tewkesbury, and many other delightful places, down to Gloucester, where the river merges into the estuary. He recalls the history and antiquities of the towns and villages, he turns aside to admire some ancient church or mansion, and he does not forget to tell us why the Welsh are inveterate poachers of fish but not of game. We are not at all astonished that a native of Trefoglws did not know that Richard Wilson, the landscape painter, was born there. Mr. Bradley is far better acquainted with the district, past and present, than ninety-nine out of a hundred of its residents. In brief, this is a most entertaining volume. The coloured plates do not add much to its attractions.