Through Spain. By D. Dickinson. (Methuen and Co. 7s. 6d.
net.)—We do not quite know why Mr. Dickinson should devote his first twenty-five pages to an account of his railway journey from St. Petersburg to San Sebastian, when he thinks one hundred and fifty adequate for all Spain. When he entered that country he reflected that he was at last quite off the beaten path of travel, and that he was almost entimly ignorant of the language and customs. Butte boldly bought a railway ticket good for twelve hundred miles and plunged into the unknown—so far as it was visible from a first-class carriage. His book is not so interesting as we might expect from such a virgin mind; but we can conscientiously agree with the publishers that it is "light in style."