by leaps and bounds,
and in 1912 the value of wool exports was L50,000,000,
live-stock products L35,000,000, and agricultural produce
L53,000,000; while the extent of the frozen-meat business
may be gaged from the fact that L11,000,000 is invested in
freezing-houses. The book is a distinct help to Americans in
showing them a little more of the great country that is opening
up to their enterprise.--_The Literary Digest_, October 17,
1914.[2]

[2] Reprinted by permission of Funk & Wagnalls Company.

II

LE SUEUR GORDON. _Cecil Rhodes._ 8vo, pp. 345. New York:
McBride, Nast & Co. $3.50.

Cecil Rhodes must be looked upon as the Clive of South Africa.
He found that country a land of wilderness and savagery. He
transformed it into a fair and industrious province. He
possessed the unscrupulous and relentless spirit of such
conquerors as Julius Caesar, and he was at the same time a
financier of the widest resource. But some nefarious or alleged
nefarious transactions which stained his name as a business man
and a politician deprived him of royal recognition. He was not
only denied a title, but even failed to obtain a decoration, and
it was not until his death that a magnificent monument was
unveiled to his memory in the heart of Rhodesia, a province
which he had created and which was named after him.

Cecil John Rhodes (1853-1902) was born, like so many eminent
Englishmen, in the house of a clergyman. Into the forty-nine
years of his life he compressed a very stirring chapter of
British victory. There was something of the buccaneer in his
character when he prompted the notorious Jameson Raid and
eventually brought the British Government into conflict with the
cunning and ambition of Kruger--Oom Paul, as he was styled. For
the bitter and bloody Boer War the blame has always been laid
upon the shoulders of Rhodes.

Rhodes was an Oxford man and an omnivorous reader. He began by
working in the diamond-mines at Kimberley as a common laborer;
he ended by becoming manager of the Chartered Company, and
amassing a vast fortune.--_The Literary Digest_, April, 1914.[3]

[3] _Ibid._

III

_Sense and Sensibility._ A Novel. By Jane Austen. London:
Egerton. 1811.

Though inferior to _Pride and Prejudice_, this work is about as
well worth reading as any novel which,