generous recognition of merit, and never indicates that ominous falseness of feeling which the simplest reader instinctively detects in the formal constructer of complimentary sentences.  Throughout the book, the biographer writes in the spirit of that sound maxim which declares it to be as base to refuse praise where it is due, as to give praise where it is not due; and we think that few readers will be inclined to quarrel with him for the quickness and depth of his sympathies with his hero, except that small class of “knowing” minds who, mistaking disbelief in human probity for acuteness of intellect, find a mischievous satisfaction in depressing heroes into coxcombs, and resolving noble actions into ignoble motives.

We have been especially interested in the account given of Dr. Kane’s boyhood and early life.  As a boy, he had too much force, originality, and decided bias of nature to be what is called a “good boy,”—­one of those unfortunate children whose weakness of individuality passes for moral excellence, and who give their guardians so little trouble in the early development and so much trouble in the maturity of their mediocrity.  He would not learn what he did not like, and what he felt would be of no use to him.  He kept his memory free from all intellectual information which could not be transmuted into intellectual ability.  The same daring, confidence, enterprise, and passion for action, which in after life made him an explorer, were first expressed in that love of mischief which vexes the hearts of parents and calls into exercise the pedagogue’s ferule.  All arbitrary authority found him a resolute little rebel.  Dr. Elder furnishes some amusing instances of his audacity and determination.  Though smaller than other boys of his age, he possessed “the clear advantage of that energy of nerve and that sort of twill in the muscular texture which give tight little fellows more size than they measure and more weight than they weigh.”  At school he had under his charge a brother, two years younger than himself, who was once called up by the master to be whipped.  This disturbed Elisha’s notions of justice and his conceptions of the duties of a guardian, and, springing from his seat, he exclaimed, “Don’t whip him, he’s such a little fellow!—­whip me!” The master, interpreting this to be mutiny, which really was intended for fair compromise, answered, “I’ll whip you, too, Sir!” Strung for endurance, the sense of injustice changed his mood to defiance, and such fight as he was able to make quickly converted the discipline into a fracas, and Elisha left the school with marks which required explanation.