The book is interesting in itself as a book, but of the bookmaking part of it, it is absurd to speak.  You might as well speak of the rivets and the paint, in describing the performance of a Cunarder; as to speak of the literary merits or demerits of this book.  As a piece of actuality, full of life and force, it comes to us in paper and ink and between two covers; but the vehicle of its presentation is as indifferent as the quality of the boards in which it is bound.  The supreme thing is not the form but the substance.—­The Review of Reviews.