_Frank R. Stockton._--The unique and kindly humour of Mr. Stockton’s books attracted many readers. He was born in Philadelphia in 1834 and was the son of William S. Stockton, an ardent temperance reformer, abolitionist, and Methodist layman who helped to establish the Methodist Protestant Church. Educated in the schools of Philadelphia, young Stockton first tried the study of medicine, then worked as a wood-engraver for some years, devoting his leisure time to prose and verse writing. In 1872, he gave up wood-engraving to join the staff of the Philadelphia _Morning Post_, and for the next ten years was engaged in editorial and journalistic work on _Scribner’s Monthly_, _St. Nicholas_, _Hearth and Home_, etc. From 1882 until his death in 1902, Mr. Stockton was independently engaged in literary work, producing a large number of delightfully humorous stories and novels. The tale which made him famous was “Rudder Grange” (1879), which recounts the experiences of a young married couple who begin housekeeping in a castaway barge with an absurd handmaid named Pomona. “The Lady or the Tiger? and Other Stories” appeared in 1884; the title story is the best known of Stockton’s works. Other stories are “The Late Mrs. Null” (1886); “The Casting Away of Mrs. Lecks and Mrs. Aleshine” (1886), a Crusoe-like narrative, a sequel to which is “The Dusantes” (1888); “The Hundredth Man” (1887); “The Merry Chanter” (1890); “The Squirrel Inn” (1891); “Pomona’s Travels” (1894), which narrates the wedding journey of the amusing Pomona through England and Scotland; “The Adventures of Captain Horn” (1895) and its sequel, “Mrs. Cliff’s Yacht” (1896), which deal with adventures in quest of the treasure of the Incas of Peru; “A Bicycle of Cathay” (1900); and “Afield and Afloat” (1901), a collection of short stories. While his style is remarkably simple and free from mannerisms, “the art that conceals art, until it can pass for nature itself,” his method of handling plot and character is distinctively his own. His reasoning is always logical, but he contrives that it shall bring about the most amusing absurdities conceivable. If, as one writer alleges, “his whimsicality played on the surface of men and things,” one may reply that that is precisely where it should play. His stories are none the less wholesome, even though he rarely or never touches on the pathetic. He was equally at home with the novel and the short story; but probably it is by his short stories that he will be longest known.