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modern Russia, showing how the Muscovite thinks and feels. It also explains, why, with his heritage he must for many a year be unlike the happier sons of free lands in which the ruler is not called by a pet name but lives and dies for his people, being their free choice to be both their servant and the greatest among them. Even adults will find this small work a convenient compendium of Russian history, manners, and customs. The author's daughter, Mme. Nathalie de Bogory of New York has assisted in the production of the book. Lothrop, Lee & Shepard Co.

"The Whirligig of Time," by Wayland Wells Williams, is the story of two brothers and is written in the leisurely style which we associate with the English rather than the American novel. It is a study of the brotherly relation. We first meet James and Harry Wimbourne at their mother's Ideath bed, when James is twelve and Harry ten years old. Shortly after, on the death of their father, the boys are separated, Harry going to England for seven years and James to an American preparatory school and later to Yale. Harry returns to America and also attends Yale, but with a different temperament and different reactions to college life than James experienced. The brothers are inarticulate in their affection and their lives touch each other vitally only occasionally, but whenever the younger brother is in great need James always comes to his assistance and rescues him most nobly. Twice they fall in love with the same woman, and twice James withdraws in favor of Harry. James' marriage, the threatened ruin of his happiness and the successful working out of this problem form the most vital chapters in the novel. As a character study the book is remarkable. Frederick A. Stokes Company

The title of Compton Mackenzie's "Mr. and Mrs. Pierce" announces it immediately as one of the studies of married life now so common, but its use of the financial element is original and so free from technicalities that nobody, even though as simple as the heroine, can find any difficulty in understanding it. Mr. and Mrs. Pierce are young, the proud owners of a remarkable baby, and a good income derived from the husband's clerical work for a paper firm with the Dickensian name of Pynchon, Fielding & Styce. They are well educated, out of debt, with no dependent kindred, a pretty suburban house and neighbors whom they have trained to keep outside their domain, by regularly extinguishing the lights in the living room. Into this Eden enters the serpent of financial ambition and prompts the wife to demand that her uncle and guardian shall immediately place her little fortune in her own possession, to the end that she may give it to her husband and transform him into a capitalist. Before she discovers the difficulties and dangers of being an earthen pot among the iron pots of the Pactolus, she encounters the genus scoundrel, species plausible, and comes very near losing husband, baby, home, self-respect and income. She has to appeal to her mother and to her sister's husband for assistance, and experiences all the delights of family disapproval and consequent lectures; but she gains self-knowledge, control and perception of what constitutes a real friend, and perfect understanding between herself and her husband. Mr. Mackenzie by no means exposes his plot to his reader until the last moment and it is best to imitate his example. There are enough revelations in Mr. Alonzo Kimball's pictures of ladies in evening costume of 1916 to satisfy the most curious. Dodd, Mead and Company.

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EIGHTH SERIES
VOL. II

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No. 3753 June 10, 1916

FROM BEGINNING VOL. CCLXXXIX

CONTENTS

I. With the French Armies. By J. H.

Morgan. (To be concluded) NINETEENTH CENTURY AND AFTER 643

II. Shakespeare's Ideal of Heroic Man-
hood. By T. Alexander Seed
III. Some Elderly People and Their
Young Friends. Chapter II. By
S. Macnaughtan. (To be continued)
IV. "Carry On!" The Continued Chron-
icle of K(1). By the Junior Sub.
Chapter V. "Ye Merrie Buzzers"
V. The New Realism. By Arthur Waugh
VI. Humanity. By J. J. Bell

VII. The Rolling Stone

VIII. An Army on the March

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LONDON QUARTERLY REVIEW 650

After the War. By Ignatius Phayre
Suitable Faults

656

PUNCH 689

BLACKWOOD'S MAGAZINE
FORTNIGHTLY REVIEW 677
CHAMBERS'S JOURNAL 685

668

CONTEMPORARY REVIEW 690

OUTLOOK 693

SPECTATOR 697

SATURDAY REVIEW 699

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XI. The Irish Catastrophe

XII. Neutrality. By Lilla Cabot Perry XIII. The March. By J. C. Squire XIV.

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NEUTRALITY.

(Sept. 1914.)

Dear Christ! That man must have a heart of stone

Who could unmoved look on this world today,

Where valiant little Belgium stands at bay,

Outraged, besieged in battles not her

own,

Save as her plighted word is hers alone; The Huns let loose on her to burn and slay,

Like baffled, angry beasts kept from their prey,

Seeking revenge on cottage and on throne!

Thou bad'st us love our foes, shall we forgive

Another's wrongs? Women and children cry

To Heaven for help against the
German horde;

Shall they defile the Temples and yet live

Temples not made with handswhile we stand by,

Our swords half-drawn to fight? How long, O Lord!

Lilla Cabot Perry.

THE MARCH.

I heard a voice that cried, "Make way for those who died!"

And all the colored crowd like ghosts at morning fled;

And down the waiting road, rank after rank there strode,

In mute and measured march a hundred thousand dead.

A hundred thousand dead, with firm and noiseless tread,

All shadowy-gray yet solid, with faces gray and ghast,

And by the house they went, and all

their brows were bent Straight forward; and they passed, and passed, and passed, and passed.

But O there came a place, and O there came a face,

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