It is a tragic coincidence that, just as RUPERT BROOKE'S now famous sonnets were published in volume form after his own death, the appearance of his _Letters from America_ (SIDGWICK AND JACKSON) follows immediately upon the death of Mr. HENRY JAMES, who had written the preface to them. Thus in one book we have the last work of two writers, widely separated in age and circumstance, but united by a very real bond of artistic and personal sympathy. How generous was the elder man's appreciation of the younger may be seen in this preface; it is at its best and simplest in dealing with that charm of personality by which all who knew RUPERT BROOKE will most vividly remember him. Elsewhere it must be confessed that the preface is by no means easy reading, so that one emerges at last a little breathless upon the transparent and sunlit stream of the _Letters_ themselves. Many who recall these from their publication in _The Westminster Gazette_ will be glad to meet them again. Those who knew the writer only as the poet of 1914 will perhaps wonder to find him the whimsical and smiling young adventurer who moves with such boyish enjoyment through these pages. There is holiday humour in them, even in the occasional statistics--holiday tasks, these latter; and everywhere the freshness of an unclouded vision. "Only just in time," one thinks, sharing the happiness that his _Letters_ reflect, and grateful for it as for a beautiful thing snatched so narrowly from fate. * * * * *