The Fruit of the Tree, by Edith Wharton. Macmillan & Ca., London.
In these days of hasty work, it is pleasant to read a novel carefully constructed and well written. The Fruit of the Tree shows that Mrs, Wharton belongs to the decreasing band of writers who retain reverence for their art, and who refuse to produce books with the sole idea of welling them in the most lucrative market. She hes evidently written, first and foremost, out of a deep interest in the creatures of her own imagination, and her sincerity, hel by her literary skill, has resulted in one of the best novels we have read for a long time past. There are obvious traces in it of the influence of Mr. Henry James who is, perhaps, the most sincere of modern English novel 'Any one who has reed "The "Golden Bowl" will recognize 'a similarity between the character of Mrs. Assingham and that of Mra. Ansell, just as_he will catch a distinct echo of Mr. Henry James' polished and analytical style. But Mrs. Wharton has avoided the faults which are inclined to make Mr. Henry James 'a vivisectionist rather than a story teller. She does not allow her char-guna of Mesers. Shewan, Tomes Tentsin papers record ith. deep the death of Mr. Ninian
Ca., which occurred as the result of an unfortunate accident in the Officers' Mess of the 3rd Middlesex on Saturday evening. the 15th instant.
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