misrepresent. Each of Turgenev’s novels may be said to contain a light-bringing rejoinder to the old-fashioned criticism of the Muscovite, current up to the rise of the Russian novel, and still, unfortunately, lingering among us; but _On the Eve_, of all the novels, contains perhaps the most instructive political lesson England can learn. Europe has always had, and most assuredly England has been over-rich in those alarm-monger critics, watchdogs for ever baying at Slav cupidity, treachery, intrigue, and so on and so on. It is useful to have these well-meaning animals on the political premises, giving noisy tongue whenever the Slav stretches out his long arm and opens his drowsy eyes, but how rare it is to find a man who can teach us to interpret a nation’s aspirations, to gauge its inner force, its aim, its inevitability. Turgenev gives us such clues. In the respectful, if slightly forced, silence that has been imposed by certain recent political events on the tribe of faithful watchdogs, it may be permitted to one to say, that whatever England’s interest may be in relation to Russia’s development, it is better for us to understand the force of Russian aims, before we measure our strength against it. And a novel, such as _On the Eve_, though now nearly forty years old, and to the short-sighted out of date, reveals in a flash the attitude of the Slav towards his political destiny. His aspirations may have to slumber through policy or necessity; they may be distorted or misrepresented, or led astray by official action, but we confess that for us, _On the Eve_ suggests the existence of a mighty lake, whose waters, dammed back for a while, are rising slowly, but are still some way from the brim. How long will it take to the overflow? Nobody knows; but when the long winter of Russia’s dark internal policy shall be broken up, will the snows, melting on the mountains, stream south-west, inundating the Valley of the Danube? Or, as the national poet, Pushkin, has sung, will there be a pouring of many Slavonian rivulets into the Russian sea, a powerful attraction of the Slav races towards a common centre to create an era of peace and development within, whereby Russia may rise free and rejoicing to face her great destinies? Hard and bitter is the shaping of nations. Uvar Ivanovitch still fixes his enigmatical stare into the far distance. EDWARD GARNETT January 1895. THE NAMES OF THE CHARACTERS IN THE BOOK NIKOLÁI [Nicolas] ARTÉMYEVITCH STÁHOV. ÁNNA VASSÍLYEVNA. ELÉNA [LÉNOTCHKA, Hélène] NIKOLÁEVNA. ZÓYA [Zoë] NIKÍTISHNA MÜLLER. ANDRÉI PETRÓVITCH BERSÉNYEV. PÁVEL [Paul] YÁKOVLITCH (or YÁKOVITCH) SHÚBIN. DMÍTRI NIKANÓROVITCH (or NIKANÓRITCH) INSÁROV. YEGÓR ANDRÉITCH KURNATÓVSKY. UVÁR IVÁNOVITCH STÁHOV. AUGUSTÍNA CHRISTIÁNOVNA. ÁNNUSHKA. In transcribing the Russian names into English--