A Ride Across Iceland. By the Rev, W. T. McCormick.
(Digby, Long, and Co.)—The three hundred miles' ride of Mr. McCormick was unique of its kind ; but the absence of the remotest vestige of literary form has completely obscured the true impressiveness of the scenery of Iceland, and its remarkable inhabitants. We have never come across a more striking instance of the fact that the greatest of opportunities, for want of one particular gift, may be worthless. The effort to write has evidently been most painful. and one can imagine no local guide-book of a hundred pages but would have aroused a stronger feeling of interest. We have a record of journeys, of sleeping accommodation, of the dirty habits of Icelanders ; but we realise intensely that rarely has such a splendid opportunity of making a book of travel been so hopelessly lost.
Previous page
