Three Men in a Boat. By Jerome K. Jerome. (J.
W. Arrowsmith, Bristol.)—This is an account of a boating journey on the Thames. Humour is always sought, and sometimes attained. We found the straining after humour, we must own, somewhat tedious. But the occasional specimens of serious writing do not make us wish for a change. Still, Mr. Jerome often amuses us. He will not, we hope, be affronted when we say that at times he reminds us of Mark Twain, particularly when we add that the recollection is not unfavourable. It is a good remark, for instance, a propos of the
attempt to close the backwaters of the Thames Cassivelaunus had prepared the river for Cresar, by planting it full of stakes (and had, no doubt, put up a notice-board). But Cresar crossed in spite of this. You could not choke Ciesar off this river. He is the sort of man we want round the backwaters now."
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