some persons call “females,” Mr. Hamerton abandons with ready grace his moral colors, and falls at once into the easiest tones proper to a man of the world.  “You must not be didactic with ladies,” he says; and in the capital story about the mother-in-law he appears to side with the polite French gendre who said to every proposition, “Yes, mother dear, you are quite right,” and to have much sympathy with the learned Scotch lawyer who observed that there was not whisky enough in all Scotland to make him frank with his wife.  Mr. Hamerton, in fact, spoiled son of fortune that he is, cannot keep for a long time the austerity of tone which belongs to a deliberate apology for culture:  he therefore does what is better in taking the desirableness of his ideal for granted, and in lifting it out of the sloughs into which it has fallen in the muddy minds of many sorts of people, by pleasantly talking and chatting, en attendant that Hercules shall come down and shoulder on the car of progress.

Books Received.

The City of Mocross, and its Famous Physician.  By the author of
“Morcroft Hatch,” etc.  Boston:  Henry Hoyt.

Tom Racquet, and his Three Maiden Aunts.  By Frank E. Smedley.  Philadelphia:  T. B. Peterson & Brothers.

Miriam Rosenbaum:  A Story of Jewish Life.  By Rev. Dr. Edersheim. 
Illustrated.  Boston:  Henry Hoyt.

Frank Fairleigh.  By Frank E. Smedley.  Philadelphia:  T.B.  Peterson &
Brothers.

Jessie’s Work:  A Story for Girls.  Illustrated.  Boston:  Henry Hoyt.