442 Germany, Baring-Gould,

398 Holland, J. G.,

440 Gleanings from a Literary Life, Bowen

92, 108, 125, 355

North American Review, 442 (see Periodicals).

North Americans of Antiquity, Short,

26, etc.

46, etc.

76, 78

109, 229

153, 203, 247

173, 250, 349

141, 144

246, 263

395, 441

Painting, Classic and Italian, Poynter,

296 Palæontology, Nicholson,

94, 232, 281, 312

242 Palestine, Hughes, 55; Thomson,

246, 297, 444

Loiterings in Pleasant Paths, Harland, 215

London Society,

218, 251

312 Pen.

69,249

155 Pepys, S., Wheatley,

171 Perception of Space and Matter, Walter,

11 Perry, N., Her Lover's Friend, 12; Trag-

edy of the Unexpected,

58 Phæacians of Homer, Merriam,

276 Phelps, E. S.,

143 Phelps, M. S., trans. Concepts of Thought,

VanLoon, E., Mystery of Allanwold,
Varnhagen von Ense,

Verne, J., Tribulations of a Chinaman,
Vernet, H., Rees,

Vincent, M. R., Faith and Character,
Virgil, 108; Eneid, 372; (see Vergil).
Virginia Bohemians, Cooke,

Vose, J. E., Handbook of Grammar, 211;
Review by,

The Literary World. that those who do the most mischief are example, as his precepts are sound in the

"the original fabricators of error, to wit: the men generally who write for the news papers." Next to these he puts the "authors of the vapid, trashy, 'sensation novels' of the day." The fact, therefore, that the main portion of this book appeared in a New York newspaper probably accounts for the 3 rhetorical, grammatical, and linguistic shortcomings which disfigure it from beginning to end.

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The author quotes, to point his moral, certain strictures of Dean Alford, in the course of which the use of "individual" for the noun man is deprecated, but on the page which introduces this extract he uses the word, and repeats it in other places. He condemns the use of words of Latin origin, and yet uses "commence" for begin, and "denominate" for name or call. He points 13out instances in which the subjunctive mode 13 is neglected, and then writes his own sentences in the same faulty style. He gives 8 an entire chapter to the subject of misused words, and then writes, "It may be well to remark here.. on;""the student should practise line by line on," and speaks of rendering" the Church service. He writes of avoiding the "contraction" of a habit of formal utterance, forgetting that the word contraction means "the act of bringing into a narrow compass," and should not be used in that connection instead of "contracting." He pleads strongly for precision and against the use of expletives, and yet uses "scholar" for pupil, and crowds his pet expletives into his phrases until they become tiresome. For construction we present the following sentence (?) as an example: "Just as a man will write his own name more illegibly - and therefore worse than he writes anything else." We notice the following expressions: "The entire diameter of the system" (of elocution), a "depreciating vulgarism" (for a depreciative vulgarism); "made rather a happy hit" (for a rather happy hit).

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MR. GOULD'S POOR ENGLISH.* R. GOULD'S Good English is a reprint of a book which some will remember as having been published a dozen years ago. Owing to the fact that a portion of the volume treated subjects that have lost present interest, it now appears with fourteen pages less than it formerly had. Though thirty-four pages have been omitted, the space has been partially filled with new

matter.

The tone of the book is very dogmatic, and one would suppose that the author's statements were beyond question, and that

his style was unimpeachable. The style is,

on the other hand, far from perfect, and we find the writer constantly offending against the canons of criticism which he lays down. Mr. Gould writes with a stiffness which

seems to come from an attempt at an unnat

ural precision, cultivated by one the rudi

ments of whose education were not based upon thorough instruction.

Dean Trench and Noah Webster are his bêtes noir, and he pursues the latter with the unrelenting spirit of a Spanish Inquisitor. He finds the English language deteriorating remarkably, he tells us, and says on one page that the responsibility for the deplorable condition of affairs rests "mainly" on our good writers; but on another he says

• Good English; or Popular Errors in Language. By Edward S. Gould. Revised edition. A. C. Armstrong & Son. $1.25.

It must not be supposed that there are no merits in this book. One chapter on clerical elocution, for example, though hardly pertinent to the main topic, and though addressed only to the clergy of the Protestant Episcopal Church, contains suggestions that we It is in many respects the best short address of its kind we have ever read, and ought to be put into a tract. But the astonishing coolness and positiveness with which the author condemns others for errors which he constantly commits himself, makes it fitting that his own efforts should be treated with exact

should like to see observed.

way of direct teaching, it seems appropriate in a book on Errors in Language,' to point out some of his blunders, that they may be avoided, instead of imitated, by his students." Without approving the teachings of either Trench or Gould, we feel that duty demands of us to commend the ingredients of the former's chalice to the lips of the author of Good English, a book that is better described by the second portion of its title, "Popular Errors in Language," than by the first.

AN ENGLISH WOMAN IN COLORADO.*

THE

HE author of this volume is an Englishwoman of the traditionally plucky type, who, having completed a six months' visit to the Sandwich Islands, crossed to the United States at San Francisco, and plunged into the recesses of the Rocky Mountains in search of such scenes and adventures as the region might afford. Entirely alone, with no little experience of life in the rough, fearless and resolute, an accomplished horsewoman, possessed of a ready tact which enabled her to fit into the most incongruous and difficult circumstances, carrying herself everywhere with unfailing dignity, and withal the mistress of a strong common sense, she was equipped as few women are for the rude and exhausting, and sometimes perilous, situations in which she was constantly placed. There is not one woman in a thousand capable of achieving such an adventure, or indeed who would be likely to live to tell the story of it. Miss Bird's letters home to her sister, which are the basis of the present volume, were first published in an English periodical, and richly deserve reproduction in this more permanent form.

The book makes no delay in San Francisco, but begins promptly with the ascent of the mountains on the way to Col

orado, where the author was to seek and make her first acquaintance with the wonders and beauties of the great American wilderness. At Truckee she bravely left the train in order to pay a visit to Tahoe and Donner Lakes. It was near midnight as she entered the rough hotel, with its crowded and noisy bar-room. She made the best of such accommodations as could be provided for her, and slept the sleep of the just, notwithstanding the tumult around her. The next morning she donned her riding suit, called for a horse, and set out unattended for Lake Tahoe. The horse proved unsuitable, was frightened by a bear which crossed the Mr. Gould undoubtedly points out a path, threw his rider, and ran away, leaving number of faults, but he has not won the Miss Bird to shift for herself as well as she position of a philologist or of a writer of could until the fractious steed was captured Trench "the first clause of Romans ii: 21," restored to her. elegant style. He commends to Dean by some friendly wagoners and finally and says: "Unfortunately the Dean's English is full of faults; and since his practice is likely to be as pernicious, in the way of

care.

At last she reached the

A Lady's Life in the Rocky Mountains. Illus. G. P. Putnam's Sons. $1.75.

Take him for all in all [says the author, in his preface], he was a man; one so genuine, through and through, that it may be doubted whether he could even form a conception of what a sham really was. And surely History can show us few figures in which utter veracity of character exhibits itself in so explosive and drastic a shape.

irregular wooden inn, by the side of the book- not even its always graphic and And what a strange, startling, interesting,
lonely lake, and here established herself for sometimes powerful and beautiful descrip- strong, weak, great, little, intense, shallow,
the night. Returning to Truckee, on another tions of the grand natural scenery of the proud, unreserved, constant, fickle, wild,
day she made a similar excursion to Donner Rocky Mountains-than the testimony it undisciplined, long-suffering character he
Lake, and then resuming the cars rode on by bears to man's innate reverence for every draws! a wayward and wonderful nature of
way of Ogden and Fort Laramie to Chey-woman who reveres herself. At no point an artist whose genius is not yet established,
enne, and finally brought up in Estes Park,
but, according to many persons, is gaining
a romantic but remote and inaccessible spot,
steadily in reputation.
where she settled down, with great zest, into
the life of the ranchman's family who were
its only settlers. A cabin was assigned her
for her exclusive use, though an unsavory
tenant of the empty space beneath the floor
gave her occasional uneasiness, not to say
trouble. She paid eight dollars a week for
board, but was less of a boarder than a
member of the family, sharing in the do-
mestic work of the household like a sensible
woman, and even taking a hand with the
men when there was a hard day's work of
herding cattle to be done. The excitement
and exhilaration of these occasions may be
understood from a single glimpse like this:

After a 6.30 breakfast this morning, we started, the party being composed of my host, a hunter from the Snowy Range, two stockmen from the Plains, one of whom rode a violent "buck

jumper," and was said by his companions to be the best rider in North Americay," and myself. as the custom is, with light snaffle bridles, leather guards over our feet, and broad wooden stirrups, and each carried his lunch in a pouch slung on the lassooing horn of his saddle. Four big, badly-trained dogs accompanied us. It was a ride of nearly thirty miles, and of many hours, one of the most splendid I ever took. We never got off our horses, except to tighten the girths, we ate our lunch with our bridles knotted over our saddle-horns, started over the level at full gallop, leapt over trunks of trees, dashed madly down hillsides, rugged with rocks or strewn with great stones, forded deep rapid streams, saw lovely lakes and views of surpassing magnificence, startled a herd of elk with uncouth heads and monstrous antlers, and in the chase, which

We were all mounted on Mexican saddles, rode,

perhaps does this fact come out more forci-
bly than in the semi-friendship which sprang
up between Miss Bird and Jim Nugent, or
Desperado Jim," as he was more commonly
and suggestively called, a degraded villian
of the most positive sort, who yet paid to
this honest Englishwoman the most chival
rous respect, and even, at last, softened by
her grace and purity, laid before her, as if
she were a sort of sister-confessor, a full
confession of the crimes that had stained
his life, and hardened his heart, and made
his name a by-word and a terror in the
mountains.

(We must say, in passing, that the medical term drastic is here very inappropriate and inexpressive, besides being needlessly obscure to the common reader, not to say pedantic.)

One of the most striking and admirable
Miss Bird saw a very different phase of traits in Berlioz's character was his pride in
Rocky Mountain life and character from that music as a high and noble art, his unswerv-
which usually appears in books of this de- ing devotion to it through many difficulties,
scription, and the views which her pages and his uncompromising determination to
open are as entertaining as they are uncon- maintain its ideal and perfect form accord-
ventional. No human contrast could be ing to his idea of it; and he united to this a
stronger than that between this spirited rare resolution and endurance adequate to
woman, glowing with health and healthy the task, a persuasion that he was born for
animalism, and the dyspeptics and consump- a mission which he would follow in spite of
tives who make so marked a strain in the everything, and an entire, not to say saucy,
Colorado population—at least in the com- independence of common opinions, seeming
munity of visitors. The lovers of the liter- to rise at times into a noble sort of poise
ature of nature and adventure owe to the above all the wrangles and ambitions of the
American publishers a debt of gratitude for
world. He says of himself:
rescuing this very racy narrative for them
out of the relative obscurity of an English
periodical.

BERLIOZ.*

N interesting, even a moving, book, not was unsuccessful, rode to the very base of Long's A' Peak, over 14,000 feet high, where the bright easily laid down when once begun, at waters of one of the affluents of the Platte least by those who think it a gain to meet burst from the eternal snows through a canyon of indescribable majesty.

A host of people must have looked upon me as a madman, since I looked upon them as children and simpletons.

And again:

The love of money has never allied itself in a single instance with my love of art. I have always, on the contrary, been ready to make all sorts of sacrifices to go in search of the beautiful, and insure myself against contact with those paltry platitudes which are crowned by popular

and know a fresh and uncommon character.
The volume, of 427 pages, contains a bio-ity.
graphical sketch by the translator; ten letters Speaking of certain popular notions about
written by Berlioz from Germany to several his compositions which he pronounces un-
friends, during his musical journeys, under- true, he exclaims:
taken for the production of his compositions
under his own direction; selections from

This was in no sense an exceptional ex-
cursion. Miss Bird's days were filled with
such, the most serious of which perhaps
was the ascent of Long's Peak, a feat of
which she magnanimously makes light, as
being one which a member of the Alpine sundry works of Berlioz, including "Even- be easily verified. And even if they are never

Club would hold of no account, but which, even from the modest story she gives of it, was evidently no girl's play.

One may well wonder how pleasantly a woman, a real woman, could get along in such scenes as these, mingling with the roughest characters on terms of everyday familiarity, and being exposed to all the haps and mishaps which such a life would seem to involve. But in the present instance there was no difficulty whatever. That the woman maintained all the delicacy and reserve of her sex, and all the peculiar worth of her own personality, is evident on every page, while quite as evident is the respect which was everywhere paid to her by the men with whom she came in contact. fact nothing is more impressive in all this

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But what matters it? . . . My scores are published now; the exactness of my assertions can verified, what matters it still!

ings in the Orchestra," Musical Grotesques,
A Travers Chants; two appendices, con-
Music was a passion with him from a very
taining the Funeral Discourse over Berlioz, early age, and his ardor had to triumph over
and a catalogue of his published works; parental displeasure and opposition. Both
and an Index. The writer's work in the father and mother condemned and cast him
off.
Biographical Sketch" is exceedingly well
But he was unshaken not only by this
done; brief as it is, it gives a striking por- severity and the poverty that followed it, but
trait of the original; the author has seized by the more serious trials of the failure of
the proper points with great skill, and draws his first compositions offered in competition
a picture with a few sweeping strokes which at the Conservatoire. He lived in a little
room up five flights, eating "bread, raisins,
are quite masterly.
very great one-of being thoroughly in love prunes, and dates," at eight sous a day, and
with his subject.
devouring these "usually while sitting at the
foot of the great bronze Henri IV, on the
Pont Neuf." He obtained a place as 'chorus
singer in a theater, of which he says:

He has the aid

a

*Hector Berlioz. Selections from his letters, and aesthetic, humorous, and satirical writings. Translated, and preceded by a biographical sketch of the author, by Wiliam F. Apthorp. New York: Henry Holt & Co. $2.00.

So here you see me, while waiting for the time when I can become an accursed dramatic com