Mr. Oscar Wilde has a vocation. A more charming set of fairy stories will not easily be found than his four stories called A House of Pomegranates. It is full of Mr. Oscar Wilde's most happy imagery, and over all is cast the pathos and real kindliness which can be traced even in some books of Mr. Oscar Wilde which are less to our taste. Nothing can be prettier or more pathetic than tho first story of the set, 'The Young King', or more quaintly original than 'The Fisherman and his Soul', which, by the way, raises a scientific question as to whether a shadow can throw a shadow. If we wanted to pick holes, which is the last thing we desire, we should say the stories were almost too ethical. It is as if Mr. Oscar Wilde wished to teach us many things---notably the law of kindness and self-denial, and to enforce the lesson that to do wrong never produces either beauty or happiness. We hasten, however, to state that Mr. Oscar Wilde does not divorce beauty and goodness: If you are good you are beautiful, or, if he will not quite go that length, he insists on the reverse---that if you are bad you are ugly. In future it will be fair to try and read into the other works of Mr. Oscar Wilde the same teaching that is so impressed upon us in this most attractive set of stories. One word must be given to the adornment of the tales. The numerous woodcuts, rather of the style of Mr. Burne Jones, are always clever and sometimes graceful. As to the four photographs, if the fact that it requires not only a very clever person to understand them, but that this person must possess eyes of no common order to make them out, prove that the work is clever, let us at once accord that praise to them. The cover, inside and out, the print, and the margins leave nothing to be desired.