Few, I suppose, of the readers of Les Paysans in more recent years have read it without a more or less distinct men tal comparison with the corresponding book in the Rougon Macquart series. And I should hope that this comparative process has had, in the best minds, only one result. Les Paysans (which, by the way, is a very late book, partly posthumous, and is said, though not on positive authority, to have enjoyed the collaboration of Madame de Balzac) is not one of Balzac's best; but it is as far above La Terre from every conceivable point of view, except that of Holy well Street, as a play of Shakespeare is above one of Monk Lewis. The comparison, indeed, exhibits something more than the difference of genius in Balzac and in M. Zola. It illus trates the difference of their; methods. We know how not merely the rougon-macquart series in general, but La Terre in particular, was composed. M. Zola, who is a conscientious man, went down to a village (somewhere in the Beauce, if I recollect rightly), stayed some time, made his notes, and came back to Paris. There is nothing like the same great gulf fixed between the Londoner and the countryman in England as that which exists between the Parisian and the Provincial in France. But imagine an Englishman, not even English by race, from his youth up an inhabitant of great towns, attempting to delineate the English peasantry after a few weeks' stay in a Wiltshire village!