A posthumous collection of her essays, written over a twenty year period, but issued ten years after her Second Common Reader. For the most part, the essays fall into two classes slight, charming, almost idyllic bits of atmosphere writing; and critical essays, chiefly on figures of a period past (Coleridge, Sara Coleridge, Shelley, Henry James, George Moore and others). There are a few -- a very few -- more personal bits -- one on the subject of her horror of being thought middlebrow -- high, yes, but never the other. Only one even touches on the war. Interesting to read immediately after the Forster Virginia Woolf, and to trace and check with him through a fresh approach to unread material.