A little touristy perhaps—touristy, too, in a rather opulent way—and
with nothing specially new to say about the country, Mr. Charles Cunningham yet succeeds in giving a pleasantly descriptive account of the sorely shrunk, the unwisely shrunk, dominions of the Magyar in What I Saw in Hungary (Jarrolds, 12s. 6d.) particularly on the social side. Hungary is, indeed, famous for her generous hospitality—generous as her Tokay, famous as her horses ; but the author bids the British traveller beware of Hungarian bacon and eggs—" they are terrible." His appraisal of general values would have benefited had he known something of Hungary before the War, and though non amnia passumus omnes, he might have said something about the fine sport of different kinds still to be had in the country. The last chapter on the imperative necessity for revising the Treaty of Trianon in Hungary's favour merits considered attention.
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