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RUSSIA OF TO-DAY
BY
E. VON DER BRÜGGEN
THE TIMES says:—
"Few among the numerous books dealing withthe Russian Empire which have appeared of lateyears will be found more profitable than Baron vonder Brüggen's 'Das Heutige Russland,' an Englishversion of which has now been published. The impressionwhich it produced in Germany two yearsago was most favourable, and we do not hesitate torepeat the advice of the German critics by whom itwas earnestly recommended to the notice of allpolitical students. The author's reputation has alreadybeen firmly established by his earlier workson 'The Disintegration of Poland' and 'The Europeanizationof Russia,' and in the present volumehis judgment appears to be as sound as his knowledgeis unquestionable."
Autumn Impressions
of the Gironde
BY
I. GIBERNE SIEVEKING
AUTHOR OF
"Memoir and Letters of Francis W. Newman," and
"A Turning Point of the Indian Mutiny."
Once or twice, in every life—it may be in one form, itmay be in another—there comes one day the possibility of aglimpse through the Magic Gates of Idealism. Some of usare not close enough to the opening gates to catch a sightof what lies beyond, but in the eyes of those who have seen—thereis from that moment an ineffaceable, unforgettablelonging.
WITH ILLUSTRATIONS
LONDON
Digby, Long & Co.
18, Bouverie Street, Fleet Street, E.C.
1910
TO FRANCE—
The Country of Many Ideals
To each man or woman of us there is the Country ofour Ideals. The ideals may be newly aroused; theymay be of long standing. But some time or other, insome way or other, there is the country; there is theplace; there is the sunny spot in our imagination-worldwhich calls to us—and calls to us in no uncertain voice.
It is true we are not always susceptible to that call:it is true we are not always responsive, but it is thereall the same. Sometimes there comes to us a day whenthat "call" is insistent, all-compelling, irresistible; aday in which it sounds with indescribable music, indescribablevibration, through that inner world into whichwe all go now and again, when days are monotonousor depressing.
It is impossible to conjecture why some country,some place, some woma