Pomona's Travels. By Frank R. Stockton. (Cassell and Co.)— Every
one who has read the inimitable "Rudder Grange "—a description whieh surely includes all the clientele of the Spectator —must be glad to renew his acquaintance with Pomona. This lady is now a person of independent means, and has boon travelling in Great Britain with her husband. She describes her experiences in letters addressed to her old mistress, or, that being, we suppose, an undemocratic form, let us say employer. She and her husband go to a great London hotel, and find themselves neglected, till they begin to bully the waiters. They take a country-house, and enjoy the village hay-making, though "Jone " is disposed to flirt with the "fine-as-fiddle" young ladies who seek instruction from him in the art of raking the hay. They go to Scotland, and Pomona fly-fishes in Loch Rannoch with some- what disastrous results. Finally, as becomes an American coming back to the Old Country, she secures, at a certain cost, a family- tree. The book is fairly amusing, and being more or less serious, Imo an interest for English readers. We like to hear what our relatives from the other side think of us and our "institutions," though we are not in such deadly earnest as they are about it. But for genuine fun it is not up to Mr. Stockton's standard. Pomona is not the delightfully entertaining creature who dis- couraged burglars by putting up the board, "To be Sold for Taxes," and set 'Lord Edward' to watch the tramp and the lightning-conductor salesman, perched each in his tree of refuge. (' Lord Edward,' we regret to say, has gone the way of all dogs,— " eheu! nimium breves.") Pomona has been somewhat spoilt, as ether people are, by marriage and money.
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