rk, and
certainly no one in the journalistic world can possibly be made more of
than Mr. Delane in London. But the editorial writers in his paper, who
would in Paris be men of nearly as much mark as rising members of
Parliament in England, are completely "left out in the cold," gaining no
reputation even among acquaintance, since they are required to preserve
the strictest secrecy as to their connection with the paper. Altogether,
we are disposed to believe that Paris--official "warnings," press
prosecutions and possible duels notwithstanding--must be accepted as the
journalist's paradise. To be courted, caressed and feared is as much as
any reasonable newspaper writer can expect, and a great deal more than
he is likely to get out of his work elsewhere.

R.W.

LITERATURE OF THE DAY.

Cities of Northern and Central Italy. By Augustus J.C. Hare. New York:
George Routledge & Sons.

Those who know Mr. Hare's _Walks in Rome_ and _Days near Rome_ will
welcome another series of Italian itineraries from the same pen. These
volumes are primarily guide-books; they tell us the best hotels, the
price of cabs, the distances by rail or high-road. But the parts of
traveler and manual are inverted: whereas you take your _Murray_ or
_Baedeker_ in your hand and carry it whither you list, Mr. Hare takes
you by the hand, leads you in the way you should go, makes you pause the
requisite time before the things you are to look at, points to every
view, lets you miss no effect, does not force his own opinions upon you,
except now and then when he loses his temper a little on the debatable
ground between religion and politics, repeats that quotation you are
vainly trying to recall, or delights you by the beauty and aptness of a
new one. He gives to a course of systematic sight-seeing the freedom and
variety of a ramble with a cultivated and sympathetic companion. We
would not be ungrateful to that inestimable impersonality, Murray, for
all are his debtors, even Mr. Hare for the plan of his books; but,
remembering how, with the latest edition in hand, we have panted up four
or more flights of stairs in a Roman or Venetian palace in search of a
picture removed years before, we are not sorry to find him here taken to
task for leaving uncorrected statements which had ceased to be true.
Moreover, Murray is no guide in matters of art; his authorities are
often captains of the British Philistines; while Mr. Hare generally
gives all that h