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BOOK REVIEWS.
[_In this Department of_ THE ARENA _no book will be reviewed which is
not regarded as a real addition to literature._]
The Emperor.[8]
[8] "Life of Napoleon Bonaparte." By Willian Milligan
Sloane, Ph. D., L. H. D.; Professor of History in Princeton
University. Four volumes, imperial octavo; pp. 1120. New
York: The Century Company. Boston: Balch Brothers, 1896.
At the hour when, on the evening of the first day of this century,
the first asteroid was discovered by Piazzi at Naples, an
olive-complexioned man was sitting smileless in a bo
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