This book has reached us anonymously--not to say anomalously--yet it is most heartily welcome. The author, whoever he is, is a clever fellow, imbued with a spirit of the truest humor, and endowed, moreover, with an exquisitely discriminative and penetrating understanding of _character_ in general, and of Southern character in particular. And we do not mean to speak of _human_ character exclusively. To be sure, our Georgian is _au fait_ here too--he is learned in all things appertaining to the biped without feathers. In regard, especially, to that class of southwestern mammalia who come under the generic appellation of "savagerous wild cats," he is a very Theophrastus in duodecimo. But he is not the less at home in other matters. Of geese and ganders he is the La Bruyere, and of good-for-nothing horses the Rochefoucault. Seriously--if this book were printed in England it would make the fortune of its author. We positively mean what we say--and are quite sure of being sustained in our opinion by all proper judges who may be so fortunate as to obtain a copy of the "_Georgia Scenes_," and who will be at the trouble of sifting their peculiar merits from amid the _gaucheries_ of a Southern publication. Seldom--perhaps never in our lives--have we laughed as immoderately over any book as over the one now before us. If these _scenes_ have produced such effects upon _our_ cachinnatory nerves--upon _us_ who are not "of the merry mood," and, moreover, have not been unused to the perusal of somewhat similar things--we are at no loss to imagine what a hubbub they would occasion in the uninitiated regions of Cockaigne. And what would Christopher North say to them?--ah, what would Christopher North say? that is the question. Certainly not a word. But we can fancy the pursing up of his lips, and the long, loud, and jovial resonnation of his wicked, and uproarious ha! ha's! From the Preface to the Sketches before us we learn that although they are, generally, nothing more than fanciful combinations of real incidents and characters, still, in some instances, the narratives are literally true. We are told also that the publication of these pieces was commenced, rather more than a year ago, in one of the Gazettes of the State, and that they were favorably received. "For the last six months," says the author, "I have been importuned by persons from all quarters of the State to give them to the public in the present form." This speaks well for the Georgian taste. But that the publication will _succeed_, in the bookselling sense of the word, is problematical. Thanks to the long indulged literary supineness of the South, her presses are not as apt in putting forth a _saleable_ book as her sons are in concocting a wise one.