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“THE hand of destiny has scattered broadcast through the land the seeds of hope, and yet how many of them all have reached the harvest of ambition.” If we rightly understand the purport of these opening words of the preface, the author is expressing some anxiety as to the fate of his literary efforts, and wondering whether his work will be appreciated. We wonder also what becomes of the host of books like this one, well printed and daintily produced, but amorphous in structure, and having no particular aim. There are, we suppose, people who enjoy reading insipid remarks based upon casual observations of nature, and to their kind attention we commend this book. A scientific mind soon wearies of trying to pick out the slender threads of fact which meander through the mass of sentiment.
By Roadside and River: Gleanings from Nature's Fields.
By H. Mead Briggs. Pp. 204. (London: Elliot Stock, 1897.)
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By Roadside and River: Gleanings from Nature's Fields. Nature 57, 198 (1897). https://doi.org/10.1038/057198a0
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