The morning journal-courier., 1908-02-18

rvs memory, which furnishes the dramatic interest of the story.
 Intertwined with this grayer theme are two pretty stories of young love. that Of the irrepressible Sally being in itself enough to make the novel be- loved. The great secret of Mir de Morgan's charm lies in his Dickens esque observation of thousand amusing little details. which he pres ents with inexhaustible garrulity and good humor His portrayal of Sally and her girl friend, who is in love- is delightful in it's sly comedy and shrewd insight He never goes very deep below the surface of life, but one senses an infinite fund of wis dom of all sorts behind his chirruply gossip.
 'If you like only stories that go with rush you may declare Some how Good" not at all good, but if you happen to be blessed with thought ful and leisurely temperament you will find in this novel an unusual treat"
 The New York Globe: This must be true. that William de Morgan is the nearest to Thackeray of any nov elist we have had since the creator O fColonel Newcome answered his own Adsum' Who, since Thackeray. has put more of himself. or a more delightful self, into his stories? Who so often interrupts the slender thread of his plot-and in deMorgan's case what a slender thread it is-to talk and chaff with the reader, to remem- ber,' and to moraliZe? Sally touches the shining surface of the silver urn with her finger to see how 1t swells In the mirror You know what fun that is says de Morgan The German baron blew his nose like a salute of single gun, and continued polishing on an unalloyed corner throughout the whole of a very perceptible amount of chat When we blow our nose interrupts de Morgan, we hush our pocket handkerchief back into its home and ignore it little And some times these authors asides, as so con- stantly in Thackeray have real beau ty of expression and feeling. For ex- ample, when Sally's eyes rest on the majors old sabre that hangs on it's hook in the wall where she has so otfen seen it. ranking it prosaically with the other furnishings of the ma ior's apartment
 NOW new light is on it, and it becomes a reality in lurid past, long, long before there was any Sally. A past of muzzle guns and Mimic rifles, of forced marches through a furnace heat to distant forts that hardly own ed the name, all too late to save the remnant of their defenders; a past of a hundred massacres and thous- and heroisms, past that clings still, Sally dear about the memory of us oldsters that had to know it, as we would faln that no things that are, or are to be, should ever cling about yours But you have read the story of ten, and the tale of it grows and lives round the old sabre on the wall"
 New York Evening Sum "To us Mir de Morgan seems to he at his best when, In the fullness of his years and the ripeness of his experience, vet preserving withal the heart and mys- tery of youth, he takes a set of char acters practically from the cradle to the grave, as he did in Joseph Vance, as he did in Alice for-Short' Beside them Somehow Good is almost epis- odic. Nevertheless there is, as it is still to be said of those who have yet to read Scott and Thackeray and Dickens, rare pleasure awaiting those who have not read De Morgan. and If they begin with Somehow Good they will want to go on to the others, both those others which we hope Mir De Morgan may long be spared to give us. It is a good world of which he tell us-a world which has not lost all it's glamour nor all it's Illusions"
 New York Times: Dear familiar friends, companions, playmates of his are these men and women and chill dren-especially the last two classes and he tells you about them so viv- idly and tenderly that they must be your friends and familiars, too--for their mere charm and their human ness sake-in their iests and idle pastimes, not less than in their trage- dies and joys