The solemn music of George Herbert's verse has comforted many
pious souls for the last three centuries. His Sacred Poems and Private Ejaculations are unaffected by time or fashion's whim. We may hope therefore to be excused by hiS many admirers if we plead guilty to an oversight in not commending sooner the exquisite edition of The Temple, which the Nonesuch 'Press has produced (31s. 6d.). Mr. Francis Meynell has for the, first time printed the text as it stands in the Bodleian MS., perhaps the very copy that Herbert on his death-bed sent to his friend Nicholas Ferrar, of Little Gidding. The book is set in a clear old-style fount, framed in red borders, and is bound in dull red tapestry that recalls the embroidered covers so popular in Herbert's day— though they are wrongly connected with Ferrar's little comb inunity. Nothing could be better or more appropriate than this edition, which testifies anew to Herbert's abiding eharn. * * *
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