Round France in a Motor. By C. Neville. (Simpkin, Marshall,
and Co. 2s. 6d. net.)—" I have no hairbreadth escapes to relate," says our author. The hairbreadth escapes rather concern the people outside the motor. His only victim was a poodle, and that "committed suicide beneath our wheels" ; of course we have not the dog's account of the matter. However, as his motoring friend —he was himself a passenger—was content with the modest total of ninety miles a day instead of the usual four hundred which a Frenchman allows himself, we can believe that the journey was as harmless as we are told. It is a very pleasant little narrative that we get here, and not without instruction if any one should desire to see France in this manner.