brothers and sisters is a respectable woman, but she has separated herself from her family and his daily experience is the weakness and evil behavior of his kindred. He literally lives for them with never a selfish thought, and in the end dies for one of them, and by sheer goodness redeems more than one from sin, and in death remains a blessed influence in their lives. The chorus of the drama is composed of his social superiors upon whom the author lavishes agreeable humor, endowing them with ability to perceive Peter's spiritual and moral grandeur, and also to see the turpitude of the villain. E. P. Dutton & Co.

Mr. Harry James Smith has adopted the heathen theory that everything human should be known by the human being and consequently his new book "The Enchanted Ground," includes some passages for which a well conducted newspaper would substitute the perfectly well understood asterisk. After these passages, the hero feels it his duty to relate their substance to his betrothed whose education has not fitted her to receive unexpurgated confessions, and she naturally takes measures to avoid hearing any more, whereupon he devotes himself for two months to making interesting material for further revelations. Then his guardian angel sends to his rescue an ugly, unprepossessing girl so intent on keeping her sister from accepting the Terentian theory of life that she begs him to help her in keeping the ignorant child from plunging into sin, and while serving her and at the same time devoting himself to the redemption of a genius almost ruined by dipsomania he gathers strength and wisdom enough to put aside his sin. Meanwhile, his betrothed discovers that her father, her model of all the virtues,

sinned in the days of his youth, and in the same moment learns of the hero's repentance and works meet for repentance, and decides that she ought to forgive him. The reader's agreement with her depends upon his standards of action. Artistically the story is well managed. Houghton Mifflin Company.

A woman with "furrish eyes," "apple-dash pink in her cheeks," and "honey lights in her hair;" a "tantrum of thunder"; a man with "a lean-cut chin which seemed to balk," and "a tingle of red" in his eyes, these are specimens of the verbal jewels to be found in "The Cave Woman" by Miss Viola Burhans, but one forgives these venial errors in finding that the book is not Mallock and water as its title seems to indicate. The hero, going into a cave during a thunder shower with the classic intention of avoiding the rain, is followed almost immediately by a woman similarly minded, and the story opening with their whimsical talk in the darkness, continues with a description of his efforts to discover her among three women whom he encounters in the outer world to which she insists upon returning alone without revealing her name. Incidentally, it reveals his preceding literary and journalistic struggles in both of which he plays a highly creditable part, but the author keeps the reader's attention centered on the question "Which is she?" until in a final scene the two strands of interest are cleverly intertwined, and produce a story both diverting and artistic. Excision of its verbal eccentricities and a slight pruning of its too verbose conversations would improve it, but as it stands it is an agreeable story, promising an even better successor. Henry Holt & Co.

FROM THE PORTUGUESE.

When I lived in the village of youth
There were lilies in all the orchards,
Flowers in the orange gardens
For brides to wear in their hair;

It was always sunshine and summer,
Roses at every lattice,

Dreams in the eyes of maidens,
Love in the eyes of men.

When I lived in the village of youth
The doors, all the doors stood open;
We went in and out of them laughing,
Laughing and calling each other
To show each other our fairings,

The new shawl, the new comb, the new fan,

The new rose, the new lover.

Now I live in the town of age
Where are no orchards, no gardens,
Here too all the doors stand open
But no one goes in or goes out;
We sit alone by the hearthstone
Where memories lie like ashes
Upon a hearth that is cold.

And they from the village of youth
Run by our doorsteps laughing,
Calling, to show each other

The new shawl, the new comb, the new fan,

The new rose, the new lover.

Once we had all these things-
We kept them from the old people,
And now the young people have them
And will not show them to us-
To us who are old and have nothing
But the white still heaped-up ashes
On the hearth where the fire went out
A very long time ago.

The Thrush.

E. Nesbit.

CORYDON AND PHYLLIS.

All among the pleasant valleys in the merry May

Corydon came courting Phyllis. "Will you love me, say,

Will you, as of old you usèd?
Love is ill to be refused;

Ask for yea or nay, my dear: but never answer nay."

On a bank of daffodillies, laughing as she lay,

From muddy road to muddy lane
I plodded through the falling rain;
For miles and miles was nothing there
But mist and mud and hedges bare.
At length approaching I espied
Two gipsy women side by side;
They turned their faces broad and bold
And brown and freshened by the cold,
And stared at me in gipsy wise
With shrewd, unfriendly, savage eyes.
No word they said, no more dared I;
And so we passed each other by-
The only living things that met

In all those miles of mist and wet.
Frances Comford.

IN EXILE.

BY TU-FU.

(A.D. 712-770)

Through the green blinds that shelter

me

Two butterflies at play

Four wings of flame whirl joyously

Around me and away;

While swallows breasting to the shore Ripple the waves they wander o'er.

And I that scan the distant view Of torn white clouds and mountains blue

Lift to the north my aching eyes; 'Tis there 'tis there the city lies! Chang-an arise! arise!

Translated by L. Cranmer-Byng. The English Review.

know that had the audacity of French monarchists been greater or, as a foreign critic may well believe, their patriotism been less than it proved to be in reality, they might have forced on France a Bourbon or an Orleanist restoration which assuredly was hateful to a large portion of their fellow-citizens. Yet the Republic from another point of view rests on foundations laid during a century of arduous conflicts. One example illustrates the meaning and the truth of this assertion. Universal suffrage is an institution open to much criticism, and does not in itself possess any special sanctity. Its creation in 1848 might be considered little more than an accident. For universal suffrage was proclaimed by a Provisional Government, and that Government itself was elected by a mob of ruffians whose names are unknown, and was, as an Englishman would think, endowed with no moral right to revolutionize the electoral system of the country. But a change due in part to the temporary influence of a politician, Ledru Rollin, whose name is hardly remembered even by Frenchmen, has stood the test of time. Rash would be the innovator who, with the experience of the last sixty-two years before him, tried to abolish or undermine a mode of expressing the will of the nation which answers to the ideas of equality that have sunk deep into the minds of the French people. Third Republic, at any rate, is the final consecration in France of universal suffrage. The French Commonwealth rests then on a principle which, while it corresponds with national conceptions of equality, secures the support of those small landowners who are the most conservative element of French social life.

The

The Republic, again, has provided solutions, which are certainly ingenious and may possibly be final, of some political problems which have hitherto

overtaxed the skill of constitution-makers. The makers of the existing Constitution have, in the first place, shown that it is possible to combine Presidential with Parliamentary government, or, in other words, have created an elected official who in his relation to Parliament fills the position of a constitutional king. This achievement has been long found a matter of extraordinary difficulty. The Fathers of the American Commonwealth created a powerful President, but they have not ensured harmony between the action of the elected Legislature and the elected Executive of the Republic. They gave up, whether consciously or not, the chance of forming that Cabinet which under a constitutional monarchy, is, as Bagehot years ago pointed out, the link which binds inseparably together the Parliament and the national Executive. The French statesmen of 1848 had before their eyes the experience both of England and of America. They were Parliamentarians. They intended the country to be ruled by a Parliamentary Cabinet. Their experience and their ability did not preserve them from tragic failure. They created, indeed, a strong President. For well-nigh three years he thwarted the action of the Legislature, and terminated a period of intrigue and conspiracy by the destruction of the Republic. And the victory of the President was sanctioned by the votes of the people. The Imperialism of Louis Napoleon was avowedly the protest against Parliamentary government. The founders of the Third Republic learned at least one lesson from the events of 1848 and the coup d'état of 1851. They gave to the President of the Republic a position of high dignity and a fixed, though limited, tenure of office, but they placed the election of the President in the hands, not of the people, but of the Houses of Parliament meeting together as one National Assembly. The experi