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produced for the use of the Italian Navy. At Spezia the Villa Botti was the centre of an interesting social circle, amongst the many friends of the Henfreys being Mrs. Henry Somerville, the learned American writer, then old and blind, but as brilliant a conversationalist as ever; and the great Irish novelist, Charles Lever, who was then British Consul at Spezia, and of whose abundant wit Mr. Henfrey used sometimes to speak in after years. From Spezia both his daughters were married to two cousins of the same name and both squires of Carmarthenshire, Mr. J. W. Gwynne-Hughes, of Tregeyb, and Colonel W. Gwynne-Hughes, of Glancothi. Left a widower in 1900, Mr. Henfrey now grown old but very far from infirm, finally decided to remove altogether from his beloved Italy and take up his abode at Tregeyb. Here, and also at Glancothi, he lived a retired life for sixteen years, deeply interested in every movement and topic of the day. and discussing every question with a mind as vigorous and active as ever it was in the far-off days when he had con- versed with such intellectual giants as Cavour, Ratazzi, and d'Azeglio. Those who were privileged to know Mr. Henfrey in these declining years were always struck by his rapid grasp of every contem- porary problem, and by the wonderful freshness and MR. SHAW'S LATEST VOLUME* By PROFESSOR GILBERT NORWOOD THIS book contains three plays: Androcles and the Lion, with a long Preface on the prospects of Christianity and a brief appendix; Overruled, with a preface and Pygmalion, with a preface and a sequel in narrative form. These latest works have of course been greeted in the now familiar manner-with delight by the alert and open-minded members of the cultivated class, with laborious gibes and industrious mis- understanding by the press. The fact is that Mr. Shaw has become an institution we are in almost as great danger of mis-appreciating him through familiarity as we once were through his novelty. Just as he could do nothing right for his early reviewers, so he can do nothing wrong for his present admirers. Here I am speaking rather of the performances than of the printed collection. I saw numbers laughing delicately at the clowning in the first act of Androcles who would make it a Androcles and the Lion, Overruled, Pygmalion, by Bernard Shaw. Constable. 1916. 6/- flexibility of his mind. In literature, both English and foreign, he took a special interest, collecting a library of representative works connected with the gradual growth of English literary thought from the earliest to the latest times, and these volumes he selected and classified. He was a shrewd judge as well as a warm lover of good literature, and it may be interesting to note, was particularly impressed by Professor Hugh Walker's recent critical work on the Victorian authors. His services to Italian commerce and the young Italian nation received public recognition in the bestowal of the Order of the Crown of Italy, of which Order he was first appointed Cavaliere by King Victor-Emmanual II., and later was raised to the rank of Commendatore by King Humbert. In Wales we have no orders of merit to bestow, but we can at least register in our press some slight mark of our appreciation of the illustrious fellow-citizen who spent the last stage of his mortal journey in our land, and whose vital connection with Wales continues still unbroken in his two daughters, his grand-daughter, Mrs. Philipps of Picton Castle, and her descendants. H. M. V. point of honour not to witness, much less enjoy, the side-slipping of Mr. Charles Chaplin. To tell the fact, there is a good deal in this volume that deserves only half-hearted praise. This is by no means the author's fault. He grows no younger, and he has said most of what he had to say. He begins to fall back on mere cleverness in place of dramatic structure we find simple juxtaposition, and jokes take the place of the Shavian wit, one of the best things in English literature, most sorrowfully to be mourned if we have indeed lost it altogether. The other is that old disability which from the beginning has formed the main source of Mr. Shaw's strength- his hatred and distrust of emotion. This collection, then, though of high value, as was expected by those who acknowledge in its creator one of the master- geniuses of our time, must appear somewhat forced and thin when compared with such volumes as Plays Pleasant and Unpleasant. Overruled will be a great disappointment to most Shaw-amateurs. It is a single act depicting the