Mr. Oscar Wilde's graceful fancies will please many people, both great and small, whot urn the pages of 'The Happy Orince, and Other Tales'(David Nutt) in search of amusement. Here, in new language and clothed in fresh raiment, are some of the good young kings, the talkative birds, beasts, and things with which all versed in fairy lore are familiar by long acquaintance. The swallow, for instance, in the frontispiece which Mr. Walter Crane has drawn for the white-bound volume, loved one of the river reeds,but deserted her in autumn because she was of such an obstinately stay-at-home disposition, and journeyed southward with much adventure. Then, again, we have a tale of a rose, a nightingale, and an enamoured student, 'wit hair as dark as the hyacinth blossom'—three pensive individualities not associated here for the first time. As for goblins, Mr. Wilde is a proclaimed enemy of them in any form, and as a professional despiser of giants he will have nothing to do with anay such; all his pages are tuneful and pretty, nearly everybody in them virtuous and happy, while the world wears perpetual holiday green under endless vistas of almond-blossomed thickets.