ly enough--in New York, where any
amount of anything may be supposed to take place at any time without in
the slightest degree violating the conditions of probability. For his
_bete noir_ or grand villain, the Singular Man seems to have studied
very carefully the gentleman who is said to have _posed_ for
'DENS-DEATH' in 'Cecil Dreeme,' and has to our mind approached
him more closely even than WINTHROP has done. Among the
characters one--'Charles Tewphunny'--strikes us as a reality; a
vigorous, earnest, cheerful nature, clear and fine even through the
obscurity and occasional crudity of his word-painter. We like
Charles--_he_ should have been the favored one by love, as he is in
being the true hero of the tale.

The work is in fact crude, as though hastily written and had not been at
all reviewed--at least by an experienced writer. On the other hand, its
author is evidently a gentleman, one widely familiar with life--even a
town life in many details--and is most unmistakably a scholar of rare
ripeness. So manifest is his ability, and so remarkable the varied
learning and experience which gleam (unknown to the author himself)
through many unconscious allusions, that we wonder at finding such
peculiar gifts turned to illustrate a tale, above all one so carelessly
constructed as this is. We find fault with the names: 'Malfaire,'
'Tewphunny,' 'Mrs. Kairfull,' are not well devised; and yet again we at
once regret all harsher judgment in some truly human, refined, and
delicate passage, which is as creditable to the author's taste as heart.
Taking it altogether, 'Inside Out' is, according to promise, a very
curious book indeed. In justice to the publishers, we must say a word in
favor of its neat binding and very attractive typography.

COUNTRY LIVING AND COUNTRY THINKING. By GAIL
HAMILTON. Boston: Ticknor & Fields. 1862.

The Essay, after long years of sleep, has sprung up of late to, at
least, popularity, and from the pens of the Country Parson and his
disciples has sent word-pictures and personal experiences well through
the country. Among the most promising of the American members of the
'Parson's' flock is GAIL HAMILTON, a lively, well-writing,
intensely-Yankee woman; that is to say, a bird who would fly far and
fast indeed were she not well bound down by Puritanical chains, and who,
in default of other experience-means of expression, clinks her fetters
in measures which are merry enough for the many, albeit s