execution. The marriage of that delightful,
profane old sea-dog Jacob Worse, with the pious Sara Torvested, and the
attempts of his mother-in-law to convert him, are described, not with
the merely superficial drollery to which the subject invites, but with a
sweet and delicate humor, which trembles on the verge of pathos.

The beautiful story _Elsie_, which, though published separately, is
scarcely a full-grown novel, is intended to impress society with a sense
of responsibility for its outcasts. While Bjoernstjerne Bjoernson is fond
of emphasizing the responsibility of the individual to society, Kielland
chooses by preference to reverse the relation. The former (in his
remarkable novel _Flags are Flying in City and Harbor_) selects a
hero with vicious inherited tendencies, redeemed by wise education and
favorable environment; the latter portrays in Elsie a heroine with no
corrupt predisposition, destroyed by the corrupting environment which
society forces upon those who are born in her circumstances. Elsie could
not be good, because the world is so constituted that girls of her kind
are not expected to be good. Temptations, perpetually thronging in her
way, break down the moral bulwarks of her nature. Resistance seems in
vain. In the end there is scarcely one who, having read her story, will
have the heart to condemn her.

Incomparably clever is the satire on the benevolent societies, which
appear to exist as a sort of moral poultice to tender consciences, and
to furnish an officious sense of virtue to its prosperous members. "The
Society for the Redemption of the Abandoned Women of St. Peter's Parish"
is presided over by a gentleman who privately furnishes subjects for his
public benevolence. However, as his private activity is not bounded by
the precincts of St. Peter's Parish, within which the society confines
its remedial labors, the miserable creatures who might need its aid
are sent away uncomforted. The delicious joke of the thing is that "St.
Peter's" is a rich and exclusive parish, consisting of what is called
"the better classes," and has no "abandoned women." Whatever wickedness
there may be in St. Peter's is discreetly veiled, and makes no claim
upon public charity. The virtuous horror of the secretary when she
hears that the "abandoned woman" who calls upon her for aid has a child,
though she is unmarried, is both comic and pathetic. It is the clean,
"deserving poor," who understand the art of hypocritica