Why not husband and wife? Why not uncle and aunt?--but with an
experienced eye the canny SCOTT made a pretty shrewd guess--and it
is a pleasant companion, is this book, to those who cannot visit
Cromer, or any of the other places mentioned in _Blossom Land_, and
who reading it at home will only wish they could do so, and will
promptly make arrangements for paying (the "paying" _is_ the
difficult part) a visit not only to Cromer but also to Caen, Etretat,
Cabourg,--carefully noting C.S.'s account of his "cruise upon wheels,"
and his sensible remarks on Parisianising these otherwise tranquil
resorts. From Havre to Hammersmith is a bit of a jump, but it is from
a bustling port to a peaceful spot--"a Harbour of Refuge" at Nazareth,
where the Baron sincerely trusts the good Little Sisters of the Poor
are no longer Poor-rated £120 per annum, just by way of parochial
encouragement, I suppose, to other charitable persons for relieving
the parish "of an incubus of four hundred." The work of these
self-sacrificing women cannot be over-rated in one sense, but in the
parochial sense (if parochials have any) they can hardly be rated
enough. Really a delightful book for all comers and goers.

"What have we here?" inquires the Baron--_Seven Summers, An Eton
Medley, by the Editors of the Parachute and Present Etonian_. Now,
Heaven forgive my ignorance, but I have never seen the _Parachute_
nor the _Present Etonian_, so without prejudice I dip into this book,
and am at once much interested and amused by a paper "On Getting Up."
Not "getting up" linen, or "getting up lessons," but getting up in
the morning, ever a hard-worker's hardest task. It will remind many
a middle-aged Etonian of the days when he was very young, and early
school was very early. "The Inner Man" is another amusing paper, and
forty years has made no alteration in the "sock-cad." American slang
has evidently tinged Etonian style. "What in the name of purple