Oscar Wilde has desisted for space from mere paradox, and gives us (am I late in thus noticing it) Lord Arthur Savile's Crime, and other Stories. (London, J. R. Osgood, McIlvaine & Co.) Macte virtute, say I; the tag is old, but 'twill serve. If you want to laugh heartily, read Lord Arthur Savile's Crime, the story of a deeply conscientious man to whom murder very properly presents itself as a duty. Then, if you wish to laugh even more violently, read The Canterville Ghost, in which Oscar goes two or three better than Mr. W.S. Gilbert. I am specially thankful to OSCAR. When he is on humour bent, he doesn't dig me in the ribs and ask me to notice what a wonderfully funny dog he is going to be. He lets his fun take care of itself, a permission which it uses with great discretion. Please, Oscar, give us some more of the same sort, and pray introduce me once 'more later on to the Duchess of Cheshire [Virginia]. If she continues to be as delightful as she was in her sweet girlhood, I envy his Grace.