in the order of morbid causation, and first in that of
retroversive result." (p. 20.)

For sea-sickness the author advises "resort to the ship's surgeon,"
which seems a sort of pill at second hand; but he further counsels that
"a person's customary dose of laudanum, morphine, chlorodine, or prussic
acid may be resorted to." This is really unsafe, considering the
suicidal propensities usually found among sea-sick people; and it would
be safer, perhaps, to recommend to those _in extremis_ the perusal of
this book, as a milder narcotic.

_Life and Times of Marcus Tullius Cicero._ By WILLIAM
FORSYTH, M. A., Q. C., Author of "History of Trial by Jury,"
etc. New York: Charles Scribner & Co.

Mr. Forsyth was induced to write this work by the belief that the time
had come when another Life of Cicero than Middleton's famous work might
be acceptable to the public. We are glad that such is his belief; for we
cannot have too many books on the last days of the Roman Republic, if
they are written by competent men,--and there can be no doubt as to Mr.
Forsyth's competency to write on those memorable times. But we do not
think that his work, pleasing and useful as it is, will exclude that of
Middleton from libraries that are collected for use rather than show.
Middleton's book may be, as it has been called, "a lying legend in honor
of St. Tully"; but it is an able work for all that, and does honor to
the eighteenth century. It has many faults, yet it shows an amount of
ability that we do not often find in the historical works of our time.
It was written when Roman history was but little understood, when men
gravely spoke of the Rumelian legend, and ranked it as an historical
fact with the crossing of the Rubicon by Caesar. The dullest graduate of
to-day knows much about Rome that would have astonished Conyers
Middleton, precisely as the dullest of our soldiers knows much about war
that would have astonished Napoleon; but the graduate is as much beneath
Middleton as the soldier is beneath Napoleon. We must test Middleton's
Cicero by the literary standard of Middleton's age; and thus tested, no
one qualified to give an opinion on the subject can hesitate to say that
it is a production of great excellence. Were Middleton now living, he
would have written a far better work on Cicero and his Times than Mr.
Forsyth has written; but we cannot say, much as we admire Mr. Forsyth's
work, that we believe that he, had he lived