In that very charming work, by Mr. Eider Haggard, the 'Farmer's Year Book for 1898, with illustrations by G. Leon Little,' he gives an interesting anecdote which touches indirectly on my favourite subject of diet. Under date September 8th, when speaking of the obscure causes of sunstroke, he says, ' Here is a curious instance of the power of an English sun. In a Norfolk village with which I am acquainted, lived a man, a retired soldier, who, when serving in India, had married a native woman and brought her home to England. This woman, while working in the fields at harvest-time, was struck by the sun and died. Certainly it seems strange that she, who had passed her youth beneath its terrific rays, should have fallen a victim to them here in foggy Britain.' It is strange, but may not the cause have been the great change in the woman's food? To pass suddenly in mid-life to an English labourer's diet from the Indian peasant's food of rice and vegetables and fruit, would be likely to set up an unwholesome condition of the blood which would result in mischief. And are not our own people who take much alcohol much more affected by sun than other people ? I use the word charming, to describe Mr. Haggard's book, for two reasons; first, because it is rare to have a book on such a subject from a cultured point of view, and secondly, because it is equally rare in these days to have a cheap book illustrated from an artist's sketches. In this instance the illustrations are often very good indeed - truthful, well-drawn, with a human touch, especially in 'The Dead Foal,' but, personally, I wish they had been reproduced in black and white instead of brown. They are all, to my mind, very superior to the usual machine-made reproductions which make the book illustrations of to-day so tedious, though I quite own that now and then, at long intervals, the photographer, by the happy selection of his subject, raises himself almost to the level of an artist. A most conspicuous example of this is to be seen in Sir Harry Johnstone's important new book about the Uganda Protectorate in East Africa. Early in the first volume there is a picture called ' An Andorobo drinking as primitive man drank,' which in its grace of limb, freedom of action, and extraordinarily lovely balance is, to my mind, fit to shake hands with some of the best of the world's statues ! I wonder, by the by, if in nature the bow was held in the left hand, or whether it appears in reproduction reversed as on the lens ? Anyhow, the picture is a marvellous representation of its subject.