man nor the younger hesitated for a moment.  Each, though there were many reasons that might have pleaded against such a course, “joined up” in an Irish regiment, each in due time went to France and each made the supreme sacrifice, falling with his face to the foe.  Neither doubted for a moment that he was serving the cause of Ireland in fighting against Prussianism and all that it implies.  Their enthusiastic approval of the justice of our cause should be to us a great assurance.  I knew them both and can say with the most complete sincerity that I never knew two men better loved by all who had to do with them or more worthy of this universal affection.  It is in every way right that they should be commemorated for future generations.  WILLIE REDMOND’S book consists of a series of sketches of the War contributed by him to The Daily Chronicle.  They are written with great charm and, even in the gloomiest surroundings, reflect the sunny nature of the man.  There is a most appreciative biographical memoir by E.M.  SMITH-DAMPIER, and in an appendix will be found the memorable and splendid speech delivered by WILLIE REDMOND in the House of Commons on March 7th of this year—­a true salutation in view of death.  KETTLE’S book is in the main a reprint of articles that reveal a brilliant and versatile mind.  Mrs. KETTLE contributes a very interesting and sympathetic account of her gallant husband’s life.  It would have been impossible for such a man not to have hated the German tyranny.

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Mr. STACY AUMONIER takes for his theme the development of a clever neurotic, Arthur Gaffyn, who stands, in relation to normal life and normal feelings, Just Outside (METHUEN)—­a common modern type, perhaps a commoner type in all ages than the obvious records show.  The author handles with real subtlety the phases of Arthur’s marriage with a woman much older than himself, a marriage in which the hunger of the woman for love was a greater factor than the not deeply stirred passion of the man.  Then, with the appearance of the destined mate, beauty and youth and desire carry the day against duty, but neither callously nor flippantly.  The insight and sympathy displayed in the analysis of motive are remarkable.  The author has a real gift for portraiture.  In particular he touches in his minor folk with extraordinarily deft defining lines.  Perhaps in general there is a little hesitancy in craftsmanship, a slight quavering between the fashionable modern realism and an older romanticism.  But the seriousness of his artistic intention, the solidity of his work (which is by no means to say stodginess, quite the contrary) will commend Mr. AUMONIER to all who care to listen to people who have the one thing necessary, something to say; and the other thing desirable, a pleasant way of saying it.

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