Three Months Leare, by W. G. Ross, Esq., of the
Sixtieth Rifles, is the journal of a tour, which most probably would not have been kept at all had the trip been made thirty years ago, or at any rate would have remained in manuscript, and its fame have been limited to the tourist's friends. In these days of authorship, however, when every man prints, and a volume or a paper in a magazine is the natural consequence of a steam excursion to Boulogne or a visit to Paris, a traveller like Mr. ROSE, who coasts the classic shores of Greece, stays ten days at Constantinople, per- forms a twenty-days' quarantine, steams it up the Danube, and spends nearly a week at Vienna, is surely entitled to come before the public. Our author makes himself' agreeable by his bon- hommie, though he has no fresh scenes to describe, or any thing new to tell,—the most novel part of his information being that Pest is a most desirable residence for Englishmen. We suspect, however, that Mr. ROSE appears to better advantage as a travel- ling companion than a tour-writer ; for, as if conscious of his want of matter and originality, he affects the humorist, and assumes the forced smartness of magazine-scribblers when they want to pass off their brisk small beer for sparkling champagne.
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