The April number of the Harvard Monthly presents much that is interesting but is hardly equal to the preceding issue. Professor Bocher offers a transcription of some of Sainte-Beuve's marginal references. This is a new method of studying a great man, but it is none the less satisfactory. Many of us who have been puzzled as to the secret of the power of the great critic, to say, apparently at a moment's notice, things at once cutting, brilliant, and profound have now our questionings answered. M. Sainte-Beuve in continually thinking with pen in hand is able when writing to think.

Mr. Leahy in lines rather incoherent but evidencing at every turn true poetic power draws a moral from "Dante's Francesca." Mr. Leahy possesses sense, and the present poem with more polish would be admirable. Mr. Berenson in a lengthy paper on "Was Mohammed at all an impostor?" tells in his best vein the story of the great heresiarch. We question the clearness of Mr. Berenson's answer, but acknowledge the peacefulness of his pen in matters ethical. The paper is strong though somewhat involved.

Mr. Baker in verse entitled "On the Quay at Porta Portese" tells an interesting historical anecdote of pagan Rome. We have already noted a peculiar characteristic of the poetry of Mr. Baker, that of tone. It is here again noticeable. There seems to be a dull hush falling on the lines which serves the purpose of a true onomatopoeia.

Mr. Oppenheim is a strong writer. Although few readers will remember his first poem "Sun Hvmn," published in an early number of the "Monthly" to those who read it, his work was stamped with artistic legality. Here, in a tale of "Two Trips to Lake George" we have a cleanly cut, well-told story, which is so true to life and so dramatically rehearsed, that the hearts of not a few who read it will beat a little quicker in sympathy.

"Bulrushes," by "B. C." is a charming bit of verse true to nature.

In the Book Reviews there is a pains-taking review of "The Feud of Oakfield Creek" by Dr. Royce. The philosopher, historian, and novelist is now informed that he might be an eminent playwright. The review is careful and well weighed, but hardly satisfactory. An editorial and other book notices complete the number.