h unabated picturesqueness. Mr.
Crockett's identifications are all based on strict evidence, the result
is that we are given a kind of flowing sequel to the novels, containing
situations, dialogues, anecdotes, and adventures not included in the
books. The forty-four illustrations comprise many contemporary
portraits, including Baron Bradwardine, Pleydell, Davie Gellatley, Hugh
Redgauntlet, Dugald Dalgetty, and others. 448 pp. Buckram, 6/- net.

THE FOOTSTEPS OF SCOTT

By W. S. CROCKETT. Now that Mr. Andrew Lang has left us, Mr. Crockett
has probably no equal in his knowledge of the Border country and its
literature, or in his affectionate acquaintance with the life of Sir
Walter. The illustrations are from water-colours specially painted by
Tom Scott, R.S.A. They show his art at its best. 230 pp. Buckram, 3/6
net.

BOOKS TO ENTERTAIN

THE LIGHTER SIDE OF IRISH LIFE

By GEORGE A. BIRMINGHAM. Its title suggests unbridled jocularity--and it
is in fact full of inimitable fun; but there is a basis of solid thought
and sympathy to all the mirth. While replenishing the common stock of
Irish stories, Mr. Birmingham adjusts our conception of the race. Mr.
Kerr's sixteen illustrations in colour form a gallery of genre studies,
sympathetic and yet sincere, that allows us to look with our own eyes
upon Ireland as she really is to-day. 288 pp. Buckram, 5/- net. Velvet
Persian, 7/6 net.

IRISH LIFE & CHARACTER

By Mrs. S. C. HALL. "Tales of Irish Life" will remind the reader more of
Lever or Sam Lover than of "Lavengro." It is effervescent and audacious,
ringing with all the fun of the fair, and spiced with the constant
presence of a vivacious and irresistible personality. The sixteen
illustrations by Erskine Nicol are in precisely the same vein, matching
Mrs. Hall's sketches so manifestly that it is strange they have never
been united before. To look at them is to laugh. 330 pp. Buckram, 5/-
net. Velvet Persian, 7/6 net.

LORD COCKBURN'S MEMORIALS

"This volume," says _The Saturday Review_, "is one of the most
entertaining books a reader could lay his hands on." "The book," says
_The Edinburgh Review_, "is one of the pleasantest fireside volumes that
has ever been published." Cockburn's pen could tell a tale as well as
his tongue, and to read this book is to sit, unobserved, at that immortal
Round Table, with anecdote and reminiscence in full tide. With twelve
portrait