‘Huckleberry Finn’ is really a continuation of ‘Tom Sawyer’ — a book which has a considerable reputation. But Mark Twain, if he is sometimes a little coarse, sometimes a little irreverent, and inclined to poke fun at the Old Testament, is decidedly a humourist, and it must be admitted that in this volume he is full of spirit and wit and drollery. Huckleberry Finn’s adventures are told with a prevailing dryness and sense of reality which do much to compensate for offences against taste. Mr. Clemens writes with a keen eye to the young generation, and he knows they can stomach a good deal of that sort of thing, if they only get what they really like. ‘Huck,’ after a great many early escapades in the company of Tom Sawyer, is put under the charge of a certain Widow Douglas to be, as he puts it, civilized. He escapes from her, finding the monotony of respectability too much for him; but Tom hunted him up, and said ‘he was going to start a band of robbers, I might join him if I would go back to the widow, and be respectable.’ He went back and did his best.
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