I. August and September this year saw Miss Tucker, not at Dalhousie, but at Dilur, 3000 feet above the sea, with forest-clothed Himalayan slopes below, and snow above. She went there, partly for the change, but more for the sake of staying with a young married couple, to whom her companionship was a boon. The snow appears to have soon vanished, as in one letter, written in September, she observes: 鈥楾he mountains are quite high and bold enough for beauty, though to my comfort there is not a soup?on of snow upon any of them.鈥?From the budget of Dilur letters, only two quotations can be given. The first is rare in style at this period of Charlotte Tucker鈥檚 life. She seldom found time for written 鈥榗ogitations.鈥? Their unvail'd Beauties, from the censuring Croud; 欧美色图第1页_AV天堂网 On the Follies of Human-Life. Who Was The Witch? though in parts amusing enough, is hardly so good as the others. Modern English puns sit oddly upon a background of pre-medi?val Saxon history. Grimhaggard Hall is perhaps one of A. L. O. E.鈥檚 most comic and laughable jeux-d鈥檈sprit, over which one can picture the family as enjoying many a hearty laugh. The perpetual play upon words, and the almost rollicking fun and nonsense of the whole, remind one of her earlier effort, The Pretender, already given at length; though the later-written farce is in some respects scarcely equal to the girlish achievement. Both these plays illustrate well the frisky and frolicsome side of a character which was in some respects not only intensely serious, but absolutely stern. Charlotte Tucker鈥檚 was truly a many-sided nature. ???Above the Kings and Heroes others praise. "Why, sir, he's been calling her up again."