Our Frdulein. By W. H. Watts. (Chapman and Hall.)—A young
English lady, reduced to great difficulties by the death of her father, takes by special recommendation of a mutual friend the management of the household of a certain German professor, and reduces to order the chaos in which she first finds it involved. Her lastand greatest victory is over the Professor himself, who begins with the strongest and most obstinate prejudices against England and Englishwomen in particular, and ends by laying down his arms in almost ignominious subjection. The professor was, it seems, a man of European reputation, bat scarcely, we should think, in the region of Latin scholarship. "Festine lente "may be due to the printer's misplaced ingenuity, but when be uses the expres- sion, " You are her facile princeps," he is certainly employing a Inn"' curious usage. The story is fairly amusing, and the writer has evidently some acquaintance with German life, though he writes of a time now past, and indeed further away than the mere lapse of time would show, the period of 1848. This suggests the interweaving of politics with the plot. " Our Frfiulein's " patron is a revolutionary thinker, and we have a somewhat vague account of the Continental movement in that year of disturbance. But it is easy, as the author says, to skip the politics.
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