Stanley Meredith : a Novel. By Sabina. (S. Tinsley.)—This is
an extremely foolish book. The hero of it is a poet, of whose insanity the reader is persuaded from his very first appearance. He makes wild love to his publisher's daughter, is accepted with rapture ; thereupon he unaccountably hurries off to America, returns with a florid Mexican bride, renews his wild love to the publisher's daughter, and eventually marries her. This union is facilitated by the Mexican lady consider- ately falling off a balcony and getting drowned. By this time the gentleman's lunacy has become obvious to the world ; once more he mysteriously disappears, is mourned for as dead, but (as we are bound
to say, we expected) be turns up again, cured, living quietly by himself in a Greek temple he has built with his own hands among the Welsh hills, within sight of his ancestral halls. He is by far the most disagree- able person we have lately encountered, even in a lady's novel. The other characters in the book are wholesomely insipid.
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