and out of love with facility and who are financially at their wits’ end. Rupert Blundell, the philanderer, described here, is a clear and clever picture of a young man who loved where he listed and listed quite a lot.  As far as he goes he can be visualized perfectly both at Oxford and as a schoolmaster.  But he does not go far enough and he belongs to a type of which one can easily tire.  Mr. MAIS is not so callow as he once was in his judgement of people mentally distasteful to him, but he still needs a wider outlook on life and a wider knowledge, and I sincerely hope that he will take steps to remove the limitations which at present prevent him from giving entire satisfaction to his admirers.

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[Illustration:  Critic (writing a review during a hot spell). “TO SPEAK CANDIDLY, THIS BOOK LEAVES US COLD.”]

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“THE LOST LEADER.”

    [In this new play, at the Court Theatre, PARNELL is represented as
    having survived his own death.]

  Parnell at the Court sings the very same tune
  As the sluggard of old—­“You have waked me too soon.”

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    “If, out of hand, one were asked who, now living, knows most about
    the Brontes in a personal way, the answer would probably be, Lord
    Crewe.”—­The Book Monthly.

We understand that on the question being put to the Editor of The Sphere his answer was Shorter still.