Maureen. By Edward McNulty. (E. Arnold. 8s.)—Here is another disappointment.
We thought for a while—we might say as long as we were reading the first half of the volume—that we had come upon a genuine Irish story of the old delightful kind. Now and then, it is true, a certain suspicion suggested itself ; but there was plenty of humour and admirably racy dialogue. Then it became evident that there was a grave issue in the author's mind,—nothing less than "Nationalism v. the Priests." This was sure, we felt, to produce the gravest complications ; and poor Maureen, a very delightful heroine—si fate deum non leave fuisscnt—was to suffer from them. For all this, the story is well worth reading. If there were nothing else good in it—and, as a matter of fact, there is much—the admirable presence of Sergeant Mulcahy, of the R.I.C., would redeem the book.
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