Doris Barugh. By Mrs. MacQuoid. (Hurst and Blackett)--" Ay, bud
t' lass diz lakhe ter see t' wark deean, let t' wark be deean by whae t' will. Ah tells her sheea war made ter be t' maister ; sheea 'd keep us all i' orther, 'at sheea wad, bless her Joseph Sunley hes a teale of a lass, 'at wont fond, an' deed, an' awl fer t' maister o' Bnrneston, an' she had a feeal's sang, an' a feeal's rahme.." This is not a puzzle; it is an exceptionally simple sample of the entertainment which is pro- vided for the readers of the history of a charming young person in a lilac-print gown, a buff pinafore, and a sun-bonnet, who is discovered by Squire Bnrneston swinging on a gate ; whom be subsequently marries, who behaves very ill to her stepson, and is punished by the loss of her own only child, and left to the long penance of nursing her paralysed husband. The story is not one to amuse or attract, even if it were written in ordinary English, but as the three volumes are thickly planted with dialogues, in the " Yorkshire " of which we have given a mild specimen, it recalls Sam Weller's opinion respecting the alphabet, —"It's hardly worth while to go through so much, and learn so
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