The Tutor's Secret. MAXIMIN TRISTAN, professor of philosophy at Rheims, is a distinguished scholar and a highly respected member of society. He has the misfortune, however, to be exceedingly homely, so much so that his eminent success as a teacher is regarded as a striking example of the triumph of mind over matter. A bitter disappointment causes him to abandon his professional career at Rheims and to seek employment as a private tutor. In that capacity he is engaged by M. Brogues, a rich but honest wineproducer of the Epernay district. Tristan's

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Triguères, retains an influence over that noble rake. Appealed to by Tristan to protect Monica from the viscount he responds to the call, but in a tardy, half-hearted fashion. For Monica, as well as her father and sister, has liberal views on the subject of religion, whereas ber unhappy mother is conspicuously devout. The abbé is actually somewhat annoyed when Monica's safety is assured, and that, too, without his aid. This whimsical effect of religious prejudice on a cultured and kind-hearted man loses nothing by contrast with the honorable conduct of the "liberal" tutor. Sidonie Brogues is another well-drawn type. "She had a high idea of her capacity, but she was generously gifted and her mind was receptive and acute. Much occupied with herself, she studied herself, questioned herself, picked herself to pieces, noted all her impressions and stored up all her thoughts in small commonplace books elegantly bound. She had an infinite respect for her person, and this respect served her instead of ethics and theology. She was given to argument, she despised prejudices and only respected absolute truth. Truth, however, only appeared to her to be true when it had an air of novelty. She procured both her ideas and her toilets from Paris, and both had to be in the fashion of the hour. She would have blushed either to have held upon any subject an obsolete, out-of-date opinion or to have worn an unfashionable hat. When she had said that is old-fashioned' the matter was judged beyond appeal." Withal she is a good, unaffected girl who fils her mother's place in the household to the general satisfaction. Other personages of the story invite comment, but we can only call attention to the literary skill and the knowledge of human nature which M. Cherbuliez reveals. (Appleton. pap., 50 c.)-Chicago Trib

From "The Talking Handkerchief." (Copyright, 1893. by Price-McGill Co.)

pupils are two young ladies, Sidonie and Monica Brogues, who have received an education such as in France is usually given to boys alone.

. . From the foregoing synopsis it will be seen that the latest novel of M. Cherbuliez has not the striking originality of "Samuel Brohl and Company." But it is a clever and well-written work, and its character-studies are admirably drawn. That of the Abbé Verlet is touched with a certain humor. The abbé is a worthy, sagacious and benevolent man-a sage in a cassock his friend Tristan calls him-who, as the former preceptor of the Viscount de

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The Talking Handkerchief.

THE name of Thos. W. Knox is dear to every genuine boy to whom his "Boy Travellers" and other books have shown the way to various outlandish regions. This volume of short sketches will commend itself to all lovers of adventure. It introduces us to Chinese pirates, Borneo head hunters, Russian robbers, and Australian "Coroborees" with all the risks and hairbreadth escapes suggested by the names. It also depicts for us various unfortunates, “In a Shark's Mouth," Caught by a Typhoon," "Treed by an Elephant," and in various other critical situations, from which, however, most of them escape with life and with very remarkable additions to their stock of experience. It is a regular "boy's book." (Price-McGill Co. $1.25.)-Public Opinion.

BOSTON MUSEUM.

Boston Illustrated.

A CAPITAL little volume, pleasingly illustrated and containing a vast amount of historical and descriptive information in surprisingly small

Americans in Europe.

THE man who said that "all Americans abroad are social adventurers" made his escape. The writer of this volume insists that the American abroad is just as good as anybody else, and if he keeps to his nationality he is a little better. There are snobs at home and abroad, but the most insufferable of them is the Anglo-American or the Franco-American snob, and, wonderful to relate, a Russian-American is sometimes discoverable.

The author of "Americans in Europe" is to be lauded for his patriotism. Writing of Amer

space, is "Boston Illustrated," the text by Edwin M. Bacon and the pictures by Charles H. Woodbury. Mr. Bacon, who is an adept at such matters and erudite on all points pertaining to the foundation and growth of this city, has evidently fulfilled his task con amore, and every page has its treasures of erudition or reminiscence. After a glance at the Boston of the past, the author takes up in succession the different quarters of the city, describing each in a readable way, and winding up with a survey of the suburbs and outlying districts and of the harbor. The illustrations-about a hundred and fifty in number-are well drawn and admirably reproduced; the typography is clear, and the index, forming in itself a miniature dictionary of the city, is a most useful and ingenious contrivance. Maps of the city proper, of the different sections and of the metropolitan d'str'ct add to the value of a work which is without doubt a model for all guide-books to American cities. (Houghton, Mifflin & Co. pap., 50 c.)The Beacon.

commercial institutions of the globe." Novelwriters dealing with disembodied emotions may not grant this. They descant with horror on the fact that finger-bowls are not as commonly in use as they should be in Illinois, but that does not affect in the least the higher question of man's civilization, for it is positive that American intellectuality is revolutionizing the world. We are not artificial. If one take 10,000 Americans at random, as he might corral them in New York City or in Chicago, and contrast them with the same number of people taken in London or Berlin, the qualifications of the Americans, derived either from natural sources

colonies in Paris, Florence and Rome, and to those in smaller cities. The description of Mr. Washburn, who filled the position of Minister to France during a most trying period, gives a proper appreciation of the man, who was as kindly as he was courageous. Perhaps "One of Them" may not estimate at its true worth linguistic facility. He says he has known men and women who were bores in several languages. Well, it is not always a person's fault that he can talk more than one language. No philological census will ever be forthcoming, but it must be evident that from the mixed stock in the United States perhaps there are

or from educational advantages, would all be in our favor.

The dullest thing for an American when he is abroad is to brag of his family. If he is not an idiot he ought to be aware that such claims are worthless in the Old World. To assert that you are a Tudor of Texas or a Plantagenet of Pennsylvania" is to lose the peculiar and enormous advantages" of your nationality. Plain Smith or Brown, if well educated, may dine with a duke. An Englishman, as one of them says, "can represent only his rank, or his class, never his nation," and when you think of it there is something superb in the idea, "that every American-born citizen is heir-apparent to the Presidency of the United States, a position of more absolute governing authority and power than that of any king or emperor of Europe." The author devotes chapters to the American

more American citizens of a first generation speaking two languages than in any other country. (Anglo-American Pub. Co. $1.)N. Y. Times.

Broadoaks.

THIS is a simple narrative of Virginia life with a few reminiscences of the war and a bit of Northern and Southern prejudice interwoven. A young man who prospects for gold among the graves of a neighboring churchyard lends a gruesome touch to the story and gives rise to a wonderful recital of ghost yarns. Such books, when written in the right spirit, are very good reading for our young people who need teaching in history and patriotism. The book is printed on good paper and contains several full page illustrations. (Price McGill Co. $1.) Public Opinion.

Made in France.

To borrow a hint from an old Italian phrase, even the best of translators cannot help it if he, to some extent, traduces as well as introduces. The more faithful he is, the more absolute and

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From "Made in France." (Copyright, 1893, by
Keppler & Schwarzmann.)

direct in his rendering, the more danger he runs of being "falsely true" to an original style whose chief charm must lie in the freedom and untrammelled ease with which a literary artist handles his native language.

No foreign author of our day has suffered more at the hands of his translators than M. Guy de Maupassant. Occasionally he has met with a friend, such as Mr. Jonathan Sturgis. who has treated him with honor and with loving kindness; but, alas, Mr. Sturgis selected for translation but a baker's dozen of M. de Maupassant's stories out of more than that number of the French author's books. For the most part, it has been his luck to fall into the hands of hard-working but distinctly unliterary people, who have wronged him as faithfully as only the literal-minded can wrong the fanciful and imaginative.

In this present book I have selected a few ethical situations from among the brightest of Maupassant's inventions, and have tried to reproduce them, rot as translations, but as English, or rather American stories based on a Frenchman's inspiration-and I have done this with the sole hope of making that inspiration clear to people who will not or cannot read Maupassant in the original. If through the new climes, the new times, the new changes, the new worlds, indeed, into which I have

moved his people and their adventures, you catch a better glimpse of the best fancies of M. Guy de Maupassant than you can get through the misleading mechanism of a literal translation, I shall be glad, indeed. (Keppler & Schwarzmann. $1.)-From Bunner's Introduction to "Made in France."

A Terrible Family.

FLORENCE WARDEN is another writer who has a one-book fame, "The House on the Marsh" having made the literary fortune of its author. There is, however, one prominent qualification this author possesses which will always render her work attractive, and that is the faculty for producing bright colloquy. She conveys her narration mainly by means of conversation, and the talk is always spirited and significant. The characters are well understood and well delineated, and although they are not all witty or humorous not one of them is ever dull. If a story is worth telling it becomes entertaining when well told in this effective fashion, and most of Miss Warden's stories so far are fairly worth telling. Her present venture, "A Terrible Family," is an account of a newly-rich English family who hire an ancient country-seat from an impoverished branch of the aristocracy, and invade the old ideas, old customs and old habits of the latter with the wild Western manners acquired in America, where the fortune

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We have been promised a novel from the pen of Edward Fuller, the brother of Henry Fuller, who made himself famous by writing "The Chevalier of Pensièri Vani." The Complaining Millions of Men," which Mr. Fuller at last has given us, is a book of decided interest and strength. A good novel, as novels go, is good for one of two reasons, usually-good because the author has poured out his own heart in it or good because he has put down his carefully thought-out judgments of life. A story that is good because it is artistically constructed or well told is something we seldom find. Mr. Fuller is not at all a literary artist, and probably never will be. But in this one book he has both poured out his own heart and set down his philosophy of life and his careful judgments of what he has seen. The main theme of the story is the life of a Hungarian of low birth but high aspirations, who attempts to do something for the "complaining millions of men" who "darken in labor and pain." We judge that Mr. Fuller has been a newspaper reporter in Boston-for the scene of the story is laid in Boston-and has had excellent opportunities for judging the lower classes and their tirades against capital. He is evidently on the side of capital, culture and thrift, but he takes especial pains to be fair to the other side, too, all through his book. He treats the problem as if it were his own problem, directly or indirectly. As a foil to Baretta, the Socialist and final criminal, we have John Yates, who seems to be a sort of autobiographical character and exhibits especially the heart side of the story. Baretta claims to be a Baron Smolzow and rivals Yates in the love of a beautiful girl, whose beauty is of that peculiar kind that a lover only can give to his sweetheart when he also fully understands her faults and does nothing to conceal them. It is very subtle and enticing. The study of Baretta is of the same subtle sort, too, and one hardly knows whether he is responsible for his wickedness or not, though the author makes him appear so by the fact of the poor girl Maud, who has loved him, at last coming to loath him, though but for a moment just before he dies, after having shot John Yates. (Harper. $1.25.)-Brooklyn Times.

The Heavenly Twins.

THE most talked-about novel to-day is "The Heavenly Twins," by Sarah Grand. The book appeared first in London, where it made an instant success, to the intense mortification of the long list of publishers who had declined it. The reason for its non-acceptance, it is stated, was not any want of merit on the part of the

story, but owing to its great length. It is no longer than the novels of Dickens, Thackeray or George Eliot, but this is the age of the novelette. So Sarah Grand, having a firm belief in the success of the book and a deep-rooted determination to exploit the ideas contained therein, published it at her own expense. It was printed in the usual English style, three volumes, and cost $7.50 at retail, but edition after edition was called for and Sarah Grand was the woman of the hour.

Sarah Grand, it appears, is not the real name of the author, but one that is said to have appeared to her in a dream upon the titlepage of the book, and being impressed by the apparition she at once adopted it, so by that name we must call her. Sarah Grand, while she hides her identity, allows her portrait to be published, so that it will be easy enough for any one who knows her to put his finger upon her real name.

It is said that she is of English parentage and was born in Ireland, where her early childhood was passed. During her girlhood she lived among her mother's people in the north of England, where she was educated in an unconventional manner, and was better known, probably, for her mischievous pranks than for any literary leanings. She tells how she used to pray to be allowed to "write well" a child, meaning to write a good hand, calligraphy being a great difficulty to her. Her father died early, but the influence of her mother, who was a highly educated woman, excited in Sarah Grand a love of literature. She herself says half jestingly that she was brought up chiefly on Punch and the Saturday Review.

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Married straight from the school-room, she went abroad and lived for some time in the East, China and Japan, and she travelled in Japan before that country became the happy hunting-ground of tourists, devoting herself to intellectual pursuits and the development of her natural capacity to record impressions. We may some day hear her views on the life and people of those countries. Although she began to write when a mere child, her first published book was "Ideala." Sarah Grand is a member of the Pioneer Club, and has watched with great interest the growth of modern movements by which women have learned to assert their right to share in intellectual pursuits. She is a firm believer in the great future of women, both in literature and art. Her first long story, "Singularly Deluded," appeared in Blackwood: Magazine and has been republished in volume form this year. Her second book, "Ideala," may be taken as a prelude to the "Heavenly Twins' (Cassell. $1.)-Chicago Courier Jour nal.