In The Wrong Box Mr. Stevenson has done for pure farce what in "Treasure Island" he did for pure melodrama; he has made literature of it. It is impossible to exaggerate the interest of being guided through the laughable labyrinth which the almost necromantic ingenuity of Messrs. Stevenson and Osbourne has constructed here, by a cicerone whose felicity of epithet and phrase, knowledge of the world, picturesque philosophy, and power of portraiture are as magical as are Mr. Stevenson's.
resident of the institution, an office of less than no emolument--since the holder was expected to come down with a donation--but one which highly satisfied his self-esteem.
While Joseph was thus building himself up a reputation among the more cultivated portion of the ignorant, his domestic life was suddenly overwhelmed by orphans. The death of his younger brother Jacob saddled him with the charge of two boys, Morris and John; and in the course of the same year his family was still further swelled by the addition of a little girl, the daughter of John Henry Hazeltine, Esq., a gentleman of small property and fewer friends. He had met Joseph only once, at a lecture-hall in Holloway; but from that formative experience he returned home to make a new will, and consign his daughter and her fortune to the lecturer. Joseph had a kindly disposition; and yet it was not without reluctance that he accepted this new responsibility, advertised for a nurse, and purchased a second-hand perambulator. Morris and John he ma