It is not often in these days that we come across good fairy tales which are not translations. English and American writers do not excel in imaginative literature. The scientific spirit of the nineteenth century has killed the creative spirit, and we even find children in these degenerate days who only like stories of ‘real people’ and who are growing up with no knowledge of the world of dreams and fancies, dead to anything that is not a hard, practical fact. The fairy tales before us from the pen of Oscar Wilde are the best of his literary productions. They show that he can do something more than adore a sunflower and worship a lily and that he really does possess a delicate fancy and a fine imagination. There is a peculiar and fascinating charm about the dainty little yolume before us and every one of the five fairy tales it contains is delightful reading. First there is the story of “The Happy Prince,” with its pathetic account of the softening of his hard lead heart. Then there is the romantic story of ‘The Nightingale and the Rose,” the touching tale of ‘The Selfish Giant,”’ and lastly, “The Deyoted Friend” and “The Remarkable Rocket.” All the stories are allegorical and illustrate some moral truth, and are written with an artistic simplicity which makes them equally agreeable to young and old.