The Prince of the Glades. By Hannah Lynch. 2 vols.
(Methuen.) —This is a story of the "distressful country," of the character which it is thought right that Irish stories should have now, and made more dismal by the serious complications in which the hero is involved. But, whatever the tale might be, it would scarcely be readable, told in the style which Miss Lynch thinks fit to use.
The 011oore " is in Paris. " One glance of soft Imperial eyes beneath the roof of the Tuileries acted like the moon upon already tottering sanity. The heart of the mad Prince carried him like a crazy stead [sic], and consumed his reason to a cinder. Both ends of the candle he hastened to burn in her honour, gloriously abject, proudly notorious His breathless personality was stamped on a memory above evanescent surprises."
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