21 JUNE 1902, Page 23

Breachley, Black Sheep. By Louis Becke. (T. Fisher Unwin. 6s.)—Under

the above unattractive title Mr. Beck° gives us what can only be described as a sample of book-making. Breachley, Black Sheep has nothing to distinguish it from the usual commonplace adventures of the Australian wastrel. Thero is hardly a trace of Mr. Becke's charm of description and imnBination. The book is absolutely unmoral, which in a story that will appeal chiefly to young people is indeed a most grave fault. We confess that we had rather Mr. Becke allowed his talent to remain in a napkin than that he had used it to persuade even one youth of generous impulses that to be a foul-mouthed, swaggering ne'er-do-weel is rather a fine thing than otherwise.