WE are not surprised to learn that Mr. Stanley Weyman's brilliant historical romance, A Gentleman of France, although only published, so to speak, the other day, has already won the honour of a popular edition. The revival of the historical novel is not the least significant fact amongst the literary characteristics of the period. Educated people are beginning to turn away with a. weariness which is not untouched with disgust, from the morbid analysis of character and motive, the parade of doubt in religion and morals, and the loose and cynical society talk, which make up so much of modern sensa- tional fiction. We have had enough, and more than enough, of the revolt of the daughters before marriage, as well as of the discussion of their subsequent disillusionment. It is a relief to pass from such books with their bitter atmosphere, crude and vulgar audacity of statement, and diseased vanity, to that charmed realm in which history repeats herself, and borrows a few plumes for her adornment from the fairy realm of romance.