The reviewer praises Cecil Dreeme, contending that we can recall "no book in which may be found so truthful and striking a picture of many phases of New-York life as it really is to us of this decade. The club, the parlor, the opera, the atelier, are all given with remarkable fidelity" (536). The reviewer notes the promise of what s/he calls a "young" novel and regrets that Winthrop died, albeit gloriously, before his literary powers could mature.