d explanation. Dr.
Gregory enforces it with great force and learning.

[11] "_Why Four Gospels?_ or, The Gospel for all the World." By
D. S. GREGORY, D.D. New York: Sheldon & Co.

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MR. BUCHANAN'S "Shadow of the Sword"[12] has so many faults that it is
a wonder he could have written it to the end without arousing his own
disgust. It revives the long-neglected horrors of the time of the first
Napoleon, and deals with them in a way that is brutal, not artistic.
Its hero is a deserter, and he is so sharply followed by the gendarmes
that for a year or more he lives the life of a burrowing animal, until
reason itself is unseated. The only relief to a picture which the
author strives vigorously to make revolting is the love of the hero's
betrothed; but that too is so mingled with terror that it only throws a
more lurid light upon the sufferings her lover undergoes. The style is
as close an imitation of the French as the author can produce,
occasionally varied, however, most ludicrously by an unguarded
exhibition of English slang. The heroine has those eyes so rarely seen
outside of novels, of "that mystic color which can be soft as heaven
with joy and love, but dark as death with jealousy and wrath." For
those who get near enough to gaze long into them, they reveal "strange
depths of passion, and self-control, and pride." The individual who did
this gazing is a tall, lusty fellow, and healthy as the average of
fisherman's boys, but for all that he has the soul of romance within
him. When his comrades are lounging on the beach, _he_ is "walking in
some vast cathedral not made with hands," or performing daring feats of
strength. Unluckily forsaking his cathedral, to lounge on the beach
with his true love, like common mortals, they are caught by the tide,
and have to wade through the water to escape. She bares her legs for
the bath without hesitation or blush, for "she knew that they were
pretty, of course, and she felt no shame." But there is one thing this
young lady would not for worlds reveal, and that is _her hair_, which
is invariably concealed beneath a coif. But as the waters deepen, Rohan
throws the pretty-limbed creature over his shoulder and wades thigh
deep. As he lands her he looks up, "and lo! he saw a sight which
brought the bright blood to his own cheeks and made him tremble like a
tree beneath his load." _Her hair had fallen down_, and the cheeks
a