The Vagaries of To - Day. By Mark Mundy. (The Leadenhall Press.)—Mr.
Mundy would, if he could, be a latter-day Juvenal, but he contrives, with his best endeavours, to be only a prolix laudator temporis acti. He has, of course, something to say, like every admirer of the past who has an eyo for the frivolities and absurdities of the present ; but he says it so violently and in such a rambling, scrambling fashion, that he is not likely to be listened to. He does not admire the modern girl who bicycles, but, to say that she is "destitute both of religious fervour and simple kind- liness ; her purity of heart died out with her modesty," is but to suggest that Mrs. Lynn Linton would have said the same sort of thing ever so much better. By dipping into Mr. Mundy's papers—not reading them deliberately—one may get a little amusement. But edification is out of the question.
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