"MEMOIR of Nathaniel Hawthorne" is hardly the right title to stand conspicuously at the head of this volume. Of the whole volume, the latter part, confining the stories, is the more important; of the former part, criticism is a more important-at least a more bulky-ingredient than biography. I do not mean to say that Mr. Page's criticism is bulk and no better. On the contrary, it is the criticism of a good intelligence, and of an intelligence improved for this purpose by what is evidently a warm natural sympathy with the object to which it applies itself. I think Mr. Page's style might be mended; but he has many sentences which define acutely the genius of the master whom he celebrates. And he is probably right in thinking that there is more of an inner biography to be got out of an attentive and sympathetic study of Hawthorne's writings, taken especially in reference to the circumstances and genesis of each, than out of any other materials we are likely to get.