INCOMPLETENESS. 
Br MI88 R. W. T.A 8TBRBROOES. 
Liff: at the longest, la scarce enough 
For one sure atop. The way at best 
Is all uncertain : smooth or rough. 
Where least expected. Btrungcly blest 
Is he who looks at his past, to find 
That over the route he has left behind, 
Mingled with failures dropped as dead, 
Lies one trace of a perfect tread. 
Life at the longest will not suffice 
For one good battle. We may light, 
With stern endeavor, wondrou* rice— 
May struggle bravely day and night. 
But the battle Is stopped by Its bounded field,— 
And whether we vunguisb, or whether we yield 
Is a mystery solved with the ended strife 
Over the border of Earthly life. 
Life at the longest, Is all too short 
For noble purpose. We may plau, 
And bring the wealth of our richest thought 
To put eoinplctlon within our spun ; 
But such endeavor Is all In vain, 
No matter how active the soul and brain— 
For the veriest laborer under the sun 
Will leave the world With It In work undone. 
lost scraps of conversation between two stake, and, would Frank —be was very loath bad ample opportunity to take in the salient 
employes of the Circus. From this dialogue to ask it—but would lie, just this once, for points of the tableau nwnte ,—the delicate, 
it appeared that the Company was about to the reputation of the Company, condescend oval, small-featured face, the bright, warm 
break up in the city, in order to make its to take their parts?” color of the check, the violet eyes, the hair, 
annual summer tour through the country; Frank’s delicate nostrils dilated, quivered richer than blond, with curls arranged crown’ 
that the overseer of the equine department an instant with a throb of family pride, as he wise over the fair, womanly brow, the slen- 
no sinecure of an office, by tbe way—had thought, “ it would indeed be a condesceu- der figure, robed in some bright, blue stuff, 
given out. with a sprained ankle, and, what sion.” But, mastering the situation at a tonud at the throat with a bit of white gos- 
was to be done ? glance, certain he could meet it, and secure earner, and the plump, tiny hand resting 
'J he doctor with brain alert, listened, re- in his disguise, he was too good humored to upon the window sill. It was just as if one 
fleeted, brightened and suddenly astonished refuse, and hastily gave his consent. The <>( those exquisite old pictures had stepped 
his compan ion by clapping his hand to his delighted director nearly wrung off his hands out of—no, remained in, its frame, as she 
forehead with a delighted, “I have it,” and in his gratitude, then darted back to the ring, stood there encadre by the heavy, brown- 
an energetic clutch at his coat sleeve, as sure that the aforesaid “reputation” was mullioned casement. 
^ e . C . a '.*,?^ ° U ^ excitedJ ?> “come on—come safe. And, in fact, the new equestrian ac- Presently, as though dream-haunted, or giv- 
quitted himself so well that not a soul of the ing utterance to some sweet, subtle thought 
applauding crowd doubted his being the born of the golden distance in which her 
“ premier ” of the posters. gaze still seemed lost, the red, ripe lips part- 
But when Frank came to the clown’s ec *> und softly, tenderly, a mellow, flute-like 
part, it was, in French idiom, quite “an- voice breathed rather than sung, “ Oil, bright 
Other pair of sleeves.” Annie Fairfield, "’as the sky in the morning ” His own 
smiling aud beautiful, sat upon the third song! Then she must have been there, 
tier of benches and felt herself in—paradise, heard him, and caught it. How clever she 
Her first circus,—the weird effect of the lofty was! Must have liked it, too, or she would 
circle ol brilliant lights, irradiating the cen- not be singing it in that crooning, lingering, 
tral space, and leaving the distance in com- loath-lo-leave-it way. Perhaps she ussociat- 
parative gloom, highteued by her own vivid cd it with the singer, of whom she might 
imagination — ethereal ized the whole. To even now bethinking; and at the thought 
her fresh fancy Lhe circular rows of seats, bis heart beat bard and fast. Charmed, fas- 
dorifs 
for | 
Realists. 
COUNTRY AND HORSE, 
VERSUS 
CITY AND CONSUMPTION'. 
BY MRS. ANNIE H. FROST. 
I.—The City Invalid. 
Frank Langdon had a cough. Not at 
the moment dangerous, but very annoying 
to himself, and suggestive enough to alarm 
a doting sister, aud occasion many a noise¬ 
less, midnight visit from his wakeful, anxious 
mother. A physician was called, who re¬ 
commended a horse. Frank bought one, 
the best he could find—a spirited, pure- 
blooded "Black Hawk”—and rode it until 
his friends voted it impossible to see or think 
of tlio two animals apart, dubbed him Cen¬ 
taur, etc. 
At the end of a year, cough no better. 
Another physician comes — an old friend 
fresh from Europe; studies symptoms and 
prescribes—horse. 
“ In heaven's name have’nt, I had enough 
of that?” 
“ Perhaps, lnil not in the right way. Have 
you ever been much among horses—taken 
care of them yourself, for example?” 
“ No indeed, 1 should rather think not,” 
disclaimed Frank, with a little sniff of dis¬ 
dain as he glanced at his immaculate broad¬ 
cloth aud latest style kids. 
“ Yes, I know,” said the Doctor, an¬ 
swering the expressive look and sniff; “it. 
would’nt be the neatest, pleasantest occupa¬ 
tion in the world for an exquisite like your¬ 
self,—but, as sure as my judgment and Euro¬ 
pean experience are of any worth, I believe 
just that thing would save your life.” 
Fiiank valued his life, and disliked of all 
things to he called an exquisite, none the less 
probably for the grain of truth there was in 
the appellation; so he hastened to respond 
that “ he hoped he was man enough to be 
willing to do anything reasonable and hon¬ 
est for a sufficient motive; and on the whole 
he did prefer living to dying, on his own ac- 
count, to say nothing of his mother, sister 
and ' dear five hundred.’" But how to man¬ 
age it. “ You wouldn’t have me turn stable 
boy, would you?" And he gave a rueful 
mental glance at his beloved profession, 
office and society. 
“ Hum! I don't know about that,” replied 
the common-sensible Dr. Kennedy. “ Life 
is rather a valuable possession to a young 
man of twenty-five, even though the preser¬ 
vation of the flame should involve a great 
deal of very disagreeable work. But, I’m 
just on my way to the Hippodrome. Sup¬ 
pose you come with me? We'll think aud 
plan en route, and it will go hard if the put¬ 
ting together two such sapient heads doesn’t 
evolve something for your benefit." 
Arm in arm they strolled up Broadway to 
Li lion square, stopped a moment to hear the 
birds, who were trilling a wonderful rounde¬ 
lay that June morning, turned down East 
quick 1” 
Hurrying, skurrying, Jostliug, stumbling, 
they soon succeeded in reaching the speak¬ 
ers, from whom a rolling wave of the crowd 
had abruptly separated them, and before 
Frank could well recover breath, the im¬ 
petuous, mucli-ia-earnest doctor had ques¬ 
tioned the subordinates, sent for the direc¬ 
tor, aud amazed both him and Frank by re¬ 
commending and proffering the latter as a 
substitute for the disabled overseer. 
A few moments sufficed to acquaint the 
manager with Lanodon’b situation and 
needs, and to convince that candidate for 
consumption that this very vacancy was 
just the place for him—“a perfect God 
semi,” as the doctor phrased it. 
Now, next to a friend, Frank loved a horse, 
and having a spark of romance ill his nature, 
which not even a flourishing two years’ 
practice at the New- York Bar had been able 
wholly to extinguish, lie was in truth half- 
fascinated with the novelty of the scheme. 
The real difficulty lay with his lady mother 
and sister. But Kennedy reassured him 
upon this point, and with a suspicious inter¬ 
est in the family reputation, stoutly defended 
th se feminines from the imputation of “ any 
such sort of nonsense.” The result justified 
his gallant championship, for the fine lady- 
ism of Mrs. Langdon uiul her daughter van¬ 
ished like smoke before the warmth of their 
genuine affection aud good sense. 
Thus it happened, one line morning short¬ 
ly after, that Frank Langdon, the idolized 
son and brother, the exquisite, the delicate- 
in-heallh, the promising, aspiring lawyer- 
dropped out of the family circle, out of 
quitted himself so well that not a soul of the ing utterance to some sweet, subtle thought 
applauding crowd doubted his being the born of the golden distance in which her 
" premier ” of the posters. gaze still seemed lost., the red, ripe lips part- 
But when Frank came to the clown’s e ^. and softly, tenderly, a mellow, flute-like 
part, it was, in French idiom, quite “an- voice breathed rather than sung, “ Oh, bright 
other pair of sleeves.” Annie Fairfield, "'as the sky in the morning ,” His own 
smiling aud beautiful, sat upon the third sougl Then she must have been there, 
tier of benches and felt herself in—paradise, heard him, and caught it. How clever she 
Her first circus,—the weird effect of the lofty "'as! Must have liked it, too, or she would 
circle ol brilliant lights, irradiating the cen- not he singing it in that crooning, lingering, 
tral space, and leaving the distance in com- loath-to-leave-it way. Perhaps she associat 
parative gioom, highteued by her own vivid °d it with the singer, of whom she might 
imagination—ethcrealized the whole. To even now be thinking; aud at the thought 
her fresh fancy Lhe circular rows of seats, His heart beat bard aud fast. Charmed, fns- 
with their bright-eyed ladies, gay colors, ciliated, Frank would have continued to 
waving plumes and fans, represented—haply 
a trifle dimly—the barbaric splendor of the 
ancient Roman amphitheater; while visions 
of Paul, the “ dying gladiator,” and scenes 
from the “ last clays of Pompeii,” trooped, a 
strange, confused panorama, through her 
excited bruin. And when the thirty clean¬ 
limbed, gaily-caparisoned, horses, with their 
riders clad in shining helmets and glancing, 
shimmering coats of mail, came slowly, ma¬ 
jestically in, to the stately measure ot (he 
march, the scene changed to “ Merrie Eng¬ 
land,” and the transfigured horsemen were 
to her no less than brave, armor-clad knights, 
girt for tilt and tourney. She even whis¬ 
pered to her friend Ella Winchester, 
“ Who will they choose for their ‘Queen 
of Beauty?’” Ella stared an instant, not 
comprehending, then conscientiously replied, 
“ They could hardly name a fairer than your¬ 
self, ma bonne amir." 
The clown came, took his place in the 
feast eye, ear and fancy, hut the picture stiiufn ihis comparison: 
NEW PUBLICATIONS. 
Cdlrfiff/Di Treatte* on Heilg-tng-, Etc., Rfr,, 
by Joseph A. Caldwell. (Columbus, Ohio: 
Seiners & Condit.)—This professes to be a new 
and original work on Hedging, written by a man 
who says “he gives the practical knowledge of 
his experience in the culture of the live fence,” 
(see page 8 of preface.) For the purpose of 
showing howconscientiously theauilior itas pro¬ 
ceeded in bis work, we shall be obliged to open 
another work on tbe same subject, written by 
Dr. Jxo. A. Wa ru>ER Iu 1868. A!r. Ca idwell, in 
his introduction, quotes largely from Holy Writ 
to show liow highly hedges were valued in olden 
times. But there Is one very familiar and im¬ 
portant passage which, strange to say, be lias 
omitted, viz.:—“Thou sbalt not steal," with tbe 
modern suffix of, “without due credit.” We 
presume that Dr. Warder, and the publishers 
of his work, would not object to having u few 
lines, or even pages, quoted, Avith credit; but 
wlnm it comes to making a wholesale absorption 
of a work, without any acknowledgment, the 
public ha\'e something to say, even if authors 
und publishers keep still. 
Tim author of this new work, in his anxiety to 
bide his pilfering, apparently, wanders about, all 
over and around his subject, Without the least 
regard to order or system, unlit he gets to the 
08th page, where be comes down to the very 
spot where he should have commenced, viz.: 
“Selecting tbo ground for planting the seed.” 
Long before he reaches tills point he baa quoted, 
Avithout credit, from Ward nil's work quite ex¬ 
tensively ; but lie does not come boldlyup to the 
scratch until 1m reaches chap. viii. Hero we in- 
:TZ . a . , * , ’ mu ring, weut through the conventional role of 
ta mol,cr 8 «,d sislers sol, out of MB „ m , disappeared. Then tbe shrewd 
lnwyerdom, out of New York even, and mis ,, „ 
stirred suddenly, and he was obliged to 
move on, for fear of discovery. 
Slowly, reluctantly, be went, and an hour 
after left her and the pretty village, but with 
a new purpose in his heart. Only a picture 
and a voice for foundation, it is true, but the 
former, briglit-hued as one of Titian’s paint¬ 
ings, had left a more vivid impress upon the 
young man’s healthful soul than the highest 
artistic genius could have produced, and 
those tones, he felt, would ring (here forever. 
He bad always ridiculed “ love at sight;” 
now, he was ready to take it all hack—ready 
to admit, to himself, the solemn convictlpn 
that, if that woman might not be his wife, 
none other ever should. 
And now, for the present, back to his 
office and books. Back —to study, think, 
plan, delve and work through the long, 
weary winter, and then, God willing, away 
with the summer birds to the country again, 
for bis life, bis other life!—[Concluded next 
week. 
hieing away, literally for life, to the country, 
wiiti an assumed name, false whiskers, and 
lhe inch long, hand-bill title of “ Manager of 
the Equestrian Department in Nixon’s Fam¬ 
ous New York Circus.” 
II.-Health Restored but Heart-Smitten. 
A sunny October morning of tbe same 
year found the juvenile “unwashed” of 
Ranleigh, Western Vermont, wide awake 
and jubilant. For were they not going 
that very afternoon to the much-talked-of 
and long-hoped-for Circus? Were not en¬ 
rapturing, although somewhat “ mixed,” 
visions of dancing horses, cheap lemonade, 
cunning little trained dogs, unlimited ginger¬ 
bread, bare-back riders, entrancing music 
and colored candies floating through their 
intoxicated imaginationsV 
The entrance of the troupe was, as is usual 
in country towns, an event, and witli its 
long, imposing array of beautiful, high- 
stepping, neck-arching horses, convinced 
alike adults and children that the perform¬ 
ance would “ fill the bill.” Apparently the 
company had left one of their number be¬ 
hind. For one-half mile in the rear, far 
enough to escape its dust, lingered the finest 
steed of all—a high-mettled, full-blooded 
Vermont courser, curvetting and prancing 
as though possessed with a frantic desire to 
display his own graceful movements aud the 
skillful mastery of his rider. 
Four months of “ life among the ” horses, 
and daily practice with experienced gym¬ 
nasts, had robbed Frank Langdon of his 
cough and given him iu exchange a broad 
chest, perfect health, an athlete’s nerve and 
strength, and, in feats of horsemanship, the 
practiced hand aud foot of a Mexican. Iu- 
--n^^uuim- Ol mat iresti uctoher morning, he seemed 
mg and, in spite ot their many devisings like his horse, to revel exultant in the glad 
and suggestions, took their seats there with- possession of life—pure, healthy, joyous 
out having arrived at any satisfactory solu- animal life. Nearing the village prechicts, 
Don of their problem. It seemed difficult, he subdued his steed to a soberer gaft, and 
\ ei v and might be stated thusGiven began to reflect that this was the last day of 
i i ; a young man s life and health. Un- his engagement with the Circus. And, as 
known quantity respectable means of gain- he sat there quietly pacing along, he found 
mg and preserving the same. -- -- - ' h 6 uuu 
himself wondering how long it would be 
a^Msmun, V, New York, before lhe 
days, Frank soon forgot the algebraic puz¬ 
zle in his interest iu the performance. Not 
so the good Doctor. He loved his profession 
and his friend, and he longed to make the 
one subserve the other. So he sat there, 
ruminating aud moody, replying abstracted- 
cluirm ot lhe hall-suvagc life he had been The golden, hazy atmosphere of the fol 
leading would yield to the attractions ol lowing morning, with the beauty of the tree 
manager announced that, “as it ivas cus¬ 
tomary in Ids Circus to give a higher stylo 
of vocal music than could be found in other 
companies of the kind, the clown would 
sing in citizens’ dress.” A portion of the 
audience looked ranter uncertain as to this 
new arrangement They did not remain so 
long. As the singer appeared, saluting his 
auditors with a graceful, gentlemanly bow, 
in lieu of the usual boorish contortion, a 
very perceptible rustle of approbation greet¬ 
ed his debut. 
Langdon had been leading tenor at the 
Philharmonic ever since he avrs eighteen 
years old, and was consequently au fait to 
the best, classic music. Of the popular songs 
of the day, he could, at the moment, recall 
but two, and as that was the down’s estab¬ 
lished number, lie considered himself quite 
safe. He avhs mistaken. His first ballad, 
“ Pulling Hard Against the Stream,”—then 
just out—with its brotherhood sentiment 
and ringing melody, was stormiiy encored. 
And when he lmd sung for the third time, 
“ Thou Art so Near and yet so Far ” the pa- 
villion still rung with cries of “Go on ! Go 
on !” This was more than he had bargained 
for, and occasioned a moment’s dismay. 
But, quick-witted and clever, he bethought 
him of a song of Ids own words and music, 
which he had once composed during a sea¬ 
son ol' coughing, and consequent blues, but 
had never published. Delaying a moment 
to recall the words, he said, “ Ladies and 
gentlemen, I fear my next song will hardly 
please you. It is too”—“ short and sad,” he 
would have added, but was interrupted with 
shouts of “yes it will! try it ; try it!” Theu, 
to a graceful barcarole movement, changing 
at the third line of each yerse, into a sad 
minor, he sang: 
Oh, bright was the sky In the morning 
The lake lay all golden below,— 
But soon spread the clouds a dark awning, 
Like u pall o'er its calm, quiet flow. 
Oh, bright was my life in Its morning, 
The waves of my heart beating high; 
Ah, long ere the nnou of Its dawning, 
The gold faded out of my sky ! 
Oddly enough, the crowd liked this song 
best of all, and would have it again; but 
Frank resolutely bowed himself out, with 
encores resounding upon all sides. 
The golden, hazy atmosphere of the fol- 
iterant © 
Mlorlb. 
legal studies aud practice. 
embowered village, tempted Langdon to a 
Rately present at the exhibitions of the quiet promenade before setting bis face New 
ompany, that evening, aa it was to be his York-ward. Strolling leisurely down the 
i-* F ,r, K T ntwcd ,>»*>•<“•««. au** ^ 
vexed bevornl ooinuare tl.Hi i.j. ... lennei mie \ udonvard,a veryexlreordinaiy wUen the uoiseof an openingsbulter caused 
ler : «*.“** Tl '° director, with disturbed him u, elance upward to ,be second store ,,f 
“* S 7 U 7mte. and agonized 
SZS. . .! “P *» *■>•* «“* U» " premier equa. 
o tu. ine director, with disturbed him to glance upward to the second story of 
mien and agonized countenance, came rush- the handsome residence he was just theu 
however, and so served him in trnod 7? T, 7 T.? 7~‘ v ‘ uai UiS «H»s- passing. How glad he was afterward that 
for, as tile two* “ere elltowtoj ^‘1 ll;»l momea. bee,, taken virdeutly be did! For tbat chance look revealed to 
their rvav through the throne s ill, am!, to climax lus misfortunes, the clown him a picture he never forgot—the lovely 
tive organs caught, on the wing as it were tLal iia was ft uite lo ° Half-length figure of a girl of eighteen. Staiui- 
something, which else FRANK^vnulil 1,0 ’ a,be tosin g' What could he done? His ing at the window, gazing dreamily at the 
ave honor, the honor of the whole troupe, was at distant landscape, she did not see him, so he 
LITERAKY NOTES AND ITEMS. 
TnE Boston Transcript says that Miss 
Louisa M. Aloott’s private letters from 
Rome to her friends in Massachusetts are 
charming compositions. Those lately re¬ 
ceived describe the scenes iu the Eternal 
City connected with New Year’s Day, the 
entrance of Victor Emmanuel, and the 
great flood in the Tiber. 
Hans Andersen’s latest story, “Lvkke 
Peer,” which had a large sale in Den¬ 
mark, is now running through Scribner's 
Monthly under the same title, “Lucky 
Peer,” and is to he reproducer! in IIurd & 
Houghton’s uniform edition of Andersen’s 
writings. 
Scribner & Co., have just published the 
first volume of Curtius’s History of Greece. 
This work is to be completed iu five volumes, 
crown octavo, and the translation has been 
made by Prof. Adolphus William Ward, 
of Owen’s College, Manchester. 
A work now in Messrs. Trubner’s hands 
will incidentally throw some light on the in¬ 
tellectual capacity of Hindoo women, com¬ 
monly treated as nil, but this history of Hin¬ 
doo Poetry will give names and specimens 
of twenty-eight poetesses. 
“ Carrie” of tbe Boston Traveller says 
that if women were as particular iu the 
choosing of a virtuous husband as men ate 
in the choosing of a virtuous wife, a moral 
reformation would be soon begun. 
Mr. J. E. Ollivant of Buliol College, 
Oxford, is about to publish a work on Mor- 
monism and the present schism at Utah—the 
result of a recent sojourn at Salt Lake City. 
“ The Coming Man,” announced as a 
philosophical novel, by the Rev. James 
Smith, who edited the Family Herald in 
former days, is to appear in Loudon shortly. 
Certain papers ami a memoir of the late 
Albert D. Richardson, arranged and pre¬ 
pared by his widow, are to be published in 
the course of a few months. 
A number of literary men in London talk 
of celebrating the anniversary of Shaks- 
peare’s birth—April 23—by a dinner in the 
poet’s house at Stratford. 
Moncuiie D. Conway, the well known 
American litterateur , preaches two radical 
sermons every Sunday in London, in chapels 
three miles apart. 
Two short treatises on Pennsylvania Ger¬ 
man are in course of compilation, a Gram¬ 
mar by Prof. Notz and a Vocabulary by 
Mr. Rauch. 
The London booksellers have started a 
charitable movement for assisting their starv¬ 
ing fellow tradesmen in Paris. 
FllEPAUAlTilN OF the PtlEI'ARIVa the nEDGE 
ItkJiUE-Row. itni8i! who ROW.—TliOue w ho ttviiect 
exiiactiiaod rropg. anUtn-R-ood crop*, urn nwnre of 
it" u to jirtuliice ilium, urt tin- grtui importance of a 
awurc of Hie tirtal irnpoi-tlioroiiiili liropnrntlon of 
lance of » iltoroiiuh prep- lho soil .—Culav rlt. 
arntlon of lhe soil, ifnr- 
der. 
The next leiv sentences hit* the same In both 
works, word for word; but following, a few 
words nre left out or others added, as, for in¬ 
stance, WAHtiKH says, “ Deep plowing', and even 
subsoiling, lias been highly recommended.’* 
Caldwell changes it to, “ I rccommeud deep 
plowing, mid even subsoiling,“ etc. 
On page 6» and TO Mr. Caldwell has appropri¬ 
ated Dr. Warpkii's direction* for preparing the 
seed, without changing u letter; but tbe great¬ 
est haul from our vetern pomologtst'a net is the 
chapter on “Jurisprudence of Fences," which 
Ml'. Caldwell calls “Laws Regarding Fences.” 
Dr. IVaiidkii devotes twenty-four pages to this 
subject, which must have cost him much labor 
and research; but in Mr. Caldwell’S work it 
covers tlilrly-tliroo pages, owing to spaces and 
prominent head lines. 
Mr. Caldwell acknowledge* nig indebtedness 
to “ ttie Columbus State Library, (a new Slate to 
us.) with its extensive shelves of valuable au¬ 
thorities, such as could not have been found in 
private collections. I also feci my ncknowledg- 
inentsand exiremo indebtedness to tho librarian, 
who enabled me to guther this valuable in¬ 
formation." 
What a strange coincidence, tbat Mr, Cald¬ 
well should be Inspired to express his obliga¬ 
tions in almost tho same words us Di . Warder 
did twelve years ago, ns witness the following. 
“To tho Cincinnati Law Library, with its ex¬ 
tensive shelves of valuable authorities, such as 
could not have been found in private collec¬ 
tions, l freely acknowledge my extreme indebt¬ 
edness.” 
Tho following thirty-three pages are almost 
identical with Warder's, with tills exception: 
Mr. Caldwell has changed the order In which 
the States are named by Dr. Wardiul Tins 
pscuito now treatise on hedges is« 22mo. of 239 
pages. We paid $2 for our copy, and ihiirk it 
very cheap amusement, especially If one lias a 
copy ol “Warderon Hedge* and Evergreens” 
as a companion work. 
Shiloh, or without and U~itMn, by Wli. 
L. Joy. (New York: E. P. Dutton & Co.) -This 
is one of the best stories we have read, as illus¬ 
trating New England life, its possibilities and 
the romance thereof. It also illustrates the 
struggle* or each with himself or herself, giving 
vivid pictures of the daily workings of the inner 
life, and of what may be accomplished in lifting 
Others up to a higher life, if we use the pOwors 
given us. Lite love that is in us, the charity that 
Is Christian, and the opportunities which lie 
thick along our path, to do so. It is a wholesome 
book for any one to read. 
Wmulrrfut Htcape*. Revised from the French 
of F. Bernard und an original chapter added. 
By Richard Whitkino. (New York: diaries 
Scribner & (’<».; price $1 SO.)—Another of the 
very attractive and interesting Illustrated Li¬ 
brary of Wonders. Few series of works have 
met with such favor and such large demand as 
these have. The present volume is not inferior 
to those Unit have preceded it, either in appear¬ 
ance or interest of its contents, it will sureiy 
be popular, 
fen Photograph! of Chart*! lUckeuC Jleaet- 
ln$r*. By Kate Field. (Boston: Jutnes R. Os¬ 
good & Co.; price. $1.60.)—A thoroughly enjoy¬ 
able book; sprightly, well Illustrated, well print¬ 
ed, and warmly appreciative of tin* great novelist 
as an actor. Those who heard and saw Dickens 
in these Readings will be glad to have their en¬ 
joyment recalled, and those who did not will 
find an analysis that will deepen their admira¬ 
tion of tbo great author. 
Harne *> J\'ote* on the limp*!*, in two vol¬ 
umes, have beeu received from Harper & Bros. 
The recent death of this distinguished divine 
will attract attention again to his works, com¬ 
manding ns they do, and have done, the com¬ 
mendations of Biblical students of all classes 
and sects. These volumes are fully Illustrated, 
and of convenient size for every-day use. 
Uout’t . Tlm/cal .ft outfit /,/, .Ye. 15. (Bos- 
ton : Elias Howe; price 135 cents.)—This number 
contains twenty-three pieces of well selected 
and well printed music, of sheet music size, en¬ 
closed iu neat cover. There are eleven instru¬ 
mental pieces and twelve songs. It is tlio cheap¬ 
est pood music wc know of. 
O. T.—J Danish Komanct, by HASS CHRIS¬ 
TIAN ANDERSEN. (New York: Hurd & Hough¬ 
ton.)—As a revelation of Danish life this is a 
readable volume. The story is of secondary in¬ 
terest as such. II Is like all of this author’s 
stories, charmingly written, aud a book, as a 
whole, tbat will please the reader, 
Eart>» Dene. By R. E. Francillon, (New- 
York: Harper & Brothers; 50 cents.)—Remark¬ 
able chiefly for its neat appearance, for one or 
two well-wrought pictures, several strongly-de¬ 
fined diameters, and an enormous quantity of 
not very brilliant "talk" umi disquisition. 
