Nominally, we presume, Mr. Oscar Wilde’s new volume, A House of Pomegranates (Osgood, McIlvaine, and Co.), is intended for the children, it being supposed that only the children like and read tales of fantasy such as are to be found within these pages. As a matter of fact, 'A House of Pomegranates,' with its strong flavour of mediævalism in ornament and illustration, will almost certainly appeal most irresistibly to the adult reader, by whom alone can the skilfulness of Mr. Wilde's prose style and the undercurrent of reflection in his work be at all proprerly appreciated. Here are four tales—marked by much grace of form and fancy, and set forth with all possible richness in the way of type, sumptuous paper, quaint woodcut, and elaborate binding—making up a volume very characteristic of its writer, and highly creditable to the taste and enterprise of its producers.