The widow of Julian Hawthorne has brought together the material he had intended to finish, rounding off his reminiscences, and sketches of his friends. Not strictly an autobiography, for most of the substance deals with his father, Nathaniel Hawthorne, who is painted in a much more human light than one usually finds him; and of the literary lights of his day. A book that supplements The Flowering of New England and Pedlar's Progress, although it is a more personal and less critical approach than either. Not a book, I should think, for a very wide sale.