A continuation of a book that has proved very popular seldom is successful, and we cannot say that we think that Alice's last adventures by any means equal to her previous ones. Making every allowance for the lack of novelty, and our own more highly raised expectations, it seems to us that the paradies are slightly less delightfully absurd, the nonsense not so quaint, the transitions rather more forced. There is not that air of verisimilitude which somehow made the wildest improbabilities seem perfectly natural. Still with all this, in "Through the Looking-glass" the author has surpassed all modern writers of children's books except himself. To seek for a rival equally as deserving of the veneration of the nursery we must go back to the unknown genius that produced "Puss in Boots."