of the slim volume is, "Pipe Dreams and Fond Adventures of an Habitual Novel-Reader among Some Great Books and their People." It is the friendliest book imaginable; in it, a confirmed bookman takes you by the hand and leads you through his library—and there is not a Gutenberg Bible in the collection! Not a Caxton, not an Elzevir, not a Kelmscott. Instead, you meet (again, it is assumed) "Robinson Crusoe," and "The Three Musketeers," very little of Dickens and Scott, every line of Stevenson, and every juvenile of importance from Beadle's Dime Library to "Kingston and Ballantyne the brave." Through the book, a glittering thread, runs Allison's quaint humour, Allison's high spirits, Allison's remarkable personality.
Young E. Allison has done many fine things, and some day they will be diligently sought out and reprinted; but if he had done nothing else he would still stand high in the affection of discriminating readers because of "Derelict" and "The Delicious Vice."
