and without feeling a warmer love of his race. "Euthanasy" is
one of those volumes which win their way into the heart with a soft
unconscious persuasiveness, and abide there when they have once found
an entrance. The author's spirit is rich, sweet, thoughtful,
tender--seeking the beautiful and the good by a spontaneous instinct,
and discerning them often, with the subtilty of purity in things which
seem valueless to the common eye--and while it soars into the highest
regions of spiritual contemplation, can still survey practical life
with a wisdom and sagacity which almost seem incompatible with its
loftiness. The truth is that the author possesses one of the rarest
things ever seen in this world--a truly spiritual mind, in which there
is established no divorce between the practical and the spiritual,
the common and the ideal. Spirituality with him is a life--no hearsay
or imagination, but an experience. He consequently spiritualizes the
human and humanizes the spiritual.

The work, in addition to its own stores of original thought, has many
a golden sentence and rhyme from the meditative poets of Germany and
England, which lend it increased richness and beauty.

_Ellen Middleton; a Tale. By Lady Georgiana Fullerton,
Author of Grantly Manor. New York: D. Appleton & Co. 1
vol. 12mo._

Grantly Manor is a novel of high and peculiar excellence, and has had
a great run. Its readers threw themselves upon the present work as
soon as it was published, their expectations whetted by the memory of
the last. The result has been comparative disappointment. The truth is
Ellen Middleton preceded Grantly Manor, and is altogether a less
pleasing production. Considered, however, as the first work of the
author, it is rich in promise and by no means insignificant in
performance. The characters are strongly drawn and well discriminated,
and the passions with which it deals are of that potent kind which
test a novelist's strength and daring. The difficulty with the book is
not its lack of power, but its lack of homely interest. The characters
and incidents are too much made up in the author's mind--enclosed, as
it were, in a peculiar domain, and colored by one peculiar experience
of life--to give that satisfaction which results from a delineation of
actual life, or from vivid and beautiful ideal creations. There is too
much agony, and anguish, and hyperbolical emotion, and splitting of
the heart, and such like rioting