which you could not reasonably expect a wholly satisfactory ending, and to my mind the latter portion is the weaker. But there are some delightful scenes of life in modern Jerusalem. And _Sarah Eden_ herself remains always a profoundly moving personality. For her alone the book deserves to be called "a novel of great distinction." * * * * * BEHIND THE SCENES IN THE PUBLIC SERVICE. [Illustration: Municipal inflator preparing a coachman for an important public function.] * * * * * A CRY FOR GUIDANCE. (_In a weekly paper, a correspondent--presumably in the first raptures--recommends falling in love as a cure for all worries._) It is all very well to go talking like that, But tell me, pray, how does one do it? How feel at the sight of a hobble or hat A passionate impulse to woo it? I'm eager enough of my woes to be rid, But Cupid needs help in the placing Of shafts in a heart that's apparently hid 'Neath a tough pachydermatous casing. I have mingled with maidens--the tender, the hard, The coy and the clinging--in legions; But none has contrived to inflict on the bard A jolt in the cardiac regions; Must I turn for assistance to science or art, Or put my predicament meekly To "Mona" who handles affairs of the heart In _Sensitive Simperings_ (weekly)? Your wonderful cure, my beneficent lad, For me, who am ready to try it, Is robbed of its worth by your failure to add A hint as to how they supply it. So nice a prescription I'm anxious to trust; 'Tis milder than pills or emulsion; But I can't _fall_ in love; I require to be thrust, And you ought to supply the propulsion.