IN ARCADIA. 
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plete without some reference to that much-travelled tortoise, 
Timothy, whose hibernations, manners and customs were so 
often the subject of the naturalist’s observations. For forty 
years it lived in Ringmer in the possession of White’s venerable 
relative, Mrs. Rebecca Snooke, and at her death it became the 
property of her nephew, who removed it with him to Selborne. 
Here it lived to attain to a ripe old age, eventually finding its 
final resting place in the Natural History Museum. 
W. Hexe.^ge Legge. 
Ringmev, Lewes. 
IN ARCADIA.^ 
“ Et ego in Arcadia” is the motto borne by a charming group of pansies on 
the cover of Letters to Marco — a book which ought to have been noticed sooner, 
but which it may be is not yet so well 
known but that there may be some, even 
among Selbornians, who have not had the 
delight of reading it. It is just the book 
for the summer, which seems at last to be 
coming upon us, for it breathes the spirit of 
out-of-doors and the air of the country ; 
and yet, withal, it may be read with equal 
interest by the winter tire, when it is often 
delightful to recall the pleasures of the 
long bright days. But the author, in this 
series of letters, does not confine himself to 
summer time ; and herein he is wise, for 
the true naturalist always finds material for 
observation. These are real letters, from the 
artist-historian of Our River, Mr. G. D. 
Leslie, to another artist, Mr. H. S. Marks. 
We know not whether these two painters 
are enrolled members of the Selborne So- 
ciety, but that they are thoroughly imbued 
with its spirit is manifest, not only in their 
works — who does not know Mr. Marks’s 
birds? — but in this charming volume. 
Mr. Leslie wrote these letters from 
his house by the river at Wallingford. 
“D.B.” letters, Mr. Marks used to call 
them ; and though there is the difference 
of a century between them and Daines 
Barrington’s correspondence with Gilbert 
White, the comparison is not inapt, and 
we are inclined to think Mr. Leslie need 
not be afraid of it. 
The wonder is that so few people write 
letters of this kind. There is nothing 
startling recorded— nothing which any one who uses his eyes might not see in 
similar situations : and yet, next to the pleasure of seeing the things themselves, 
we know nothing pleasanter than reading such records of them. The illustrations. 
Green Woodpecker. 
* Letters to Marco, by G. D. Leslie, R.A. (Macmillan & Co., 12s. 6d.). The 
Garaen that L Love, by Alfred Austin (Macmillan & Co., 9s.). 
