Clarice Adair. By Mrs. Randolph. 3 vols. (Sampson Low and
Co.) —Certain novelists seem bent on making us see the high uses of rail- way accidents. It is thus that Nemesis follows the guilty, and not, as the old poet fabled, cloud° pede, but right swiftly, for she is in time to punish the purpose before it is fully carried out. Here a runaway wife and a villanous foreigner, who has tempted her with his dia- monds, are overtaken by the new instrument of vengeance. We can- not see much else that is noticeable in these volumes, which really, with their very tame and common-place chronicles of love-making,-have tried our patience very severely. They are not indeed quite unread- able, as some authors contrive to make their books, not without-silent gratitude on our part, but they are about as tedious as anything short of that mark can be. In default of anything more conspicuous, we note a singular word in "spooryphical."
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