This is Belloc's first volume of general essays for some time, and we realize what we have missed in the interval. They are charming, have a nice quality, a bit -- pleasantly -- old school. Precise -- classical -- quiet humor -- and touching on everything ""from ships and shoes and sealing wax to cabbages and kings"". There is a suggestion of Logan Pearshall Smith, with less of the barb, and less of the preciosity.