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detailed description of each of the many organisms, animal and vegetable, that exists within the narrow compass of those slippery rocky walls, would fill a large volume," and we believe him after reading this "Naturalist's Holiday" with its wealth of information and deduction, dressed in most attractive style, for Mr. Sowerby can write as well as observe. Nor} is the application of the volume restricted to Cornwall. Any one of thousand beaches can reveal many wonders to the eye of him who will only open his mind to'see.
That is the real fascination of this book Mr. Sowerby makes one see. Not a didactic way at all, but just as he led his young son over those Cornish rocks with a "What do you think of this, Sonny?" so leads his readers." One almost begins to believe the tales of the Indian fakirs who can compel a neophyte to prophesy by looking into 2
Some time ago we noticed here a volume by Dr. Charles Hayward called "What is Psychology?" " To this volume he has now provided 2 sequel.
We like both the author and his books, He is a barrister and a highly qualified medical me but he writes like a breezy crusader with a sense of humour, and he charges at social crimes with the single-heartedness of Don Quixote. His thesis is this: human nature is just what we have made it, and it can be just what we Will to make it. While major prophets have evolved great general doctrines that remotely influence mankind, they have overlooked the regular little forees of suggestion impinging daily upon the human mind. It is these that. Dr. Hayward deals with specially in his present volume, So to speak, he wants to make us look after the pence of personal psychology, and to persuade us that it is the multitude of minor influences: that make or mar us. Of course he does not neglect the greater things; But thave excursions form no part
sists almost entirely of the saga of Bittleigh, that exquisite comer of Sussex which Mr. nex, like he id engravers, inv. et del.
Critics have a curious weakness forthe opening. pages of the which they criticize: that, one feels, Jo about as far as most of them get. But after reading Mr. Knox from. cover, as publishers delight to say, cover, one comes back unrepent= ant to the first pages as the cream or of sin exceptionally creamy. little W. jest-book.. There is something more 30%! than a "good joke in his study of Sussex men, with their Downs and their Sea and their Weald and their dew-pans and. their yaffle—something which Inv. Kipling and Mr, Belloc and (if it is not indelicate say so) Miss Kaye-Smith might do well to put in their pipes and smoke, Mr. Knox is a master of that apparently effortless comedy which it costs so much effort to bring off as smoothly as he does. The rats which "ate the bread and arsenic and wer ant on with the corn;" the two local ladies who were respectively, static after the Colonies" ud exclusive after Kensington the recipe for Savoury Egge a te Wale ton, which must be read to be the goat on the golf links which, when Allardyce readdressed the ball "ambled up and readdress~ ed Al Hardyee"—these, and other. diversions, are all to be found in Mr. Knox's small volume. At least, one reader (and he a writer, at that), laughed through influenza with it. But the influenza's is optional.—
"Satur day Westminster."
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