Felice Christie. By Peggy Webling. (Methuen and Co. Os.)— What
Miss Webling gives us is always worth reading ; nor do we enjoy the story much less because we fool that there is a certain want of dramatic unity about it. Felix Christie begins by aspiring to a musical career : he is to be a great violinist. But an export tells him that the one thing wanted is not there, and nature itself protests, for the muscles' of his arm break down. So he turns to literature, and here he meets with a success which somehow we fail to realize. There is a love story which up to a certain paint is distinctly good; but could the man's passion have survived the damning proofs of the littleness and vulgarity of the woman whom he loved ? Altogether we get tired of Pearl and her surroundings. The best thing in the book, if we look upon it as a tale, is the way in which the secret of Felix's birth is opened and closed.