Mr. Lynd is one of the most human of our essayists. He never writes as a superior person, and that is a reason why we welcome his approach to the subjects which interest us The literary mind may, and dors, appreciate the flexible yet firm way in which Mr. Lynd handles the English language, and the soundness, the freedom from "craze" in his. literary criticism, but over and above that pleasure there is his sympathy with lesser things which the man whose life is full of lesser things (and* whose is not?) answers to quickly. In this new volume there is an essay on '"Cats''—just the ordinary family feat living in or on the ordinary family. For friendliness and quiet fun it could not be matched. There are two papers connected with horse-racing, one on "The Most Curious Animal" (we leave readers to find out for themselves what it is, and, having said that we have probably told them), and others in which such apparently hopeless material as jury service or the broad bean are brought under the light humorous interest. Country sights, terror to the heart of the beholder. those who had accused him. As thei, garden, a train journey, all afford Or that "tumbler," another name war proceeded her infatuation Mr. Lynd his material, which he for the glasses that hold our'deepened, and she became more' goes for his happiness and ours.
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