7?, Cyprus. By Mark Chorlton. (London: Moron, Saunders Co.)—The sub-title informs us that this novel, as it is termed s n the title page, is the story of the fortunes of an unfortunate man: The he ■ is. a cavalry officer, named Gravenor, who, having dissipated his fortune, accepts a friem s invitation to visit Cyprus, where he meets with certain adventures oulminating with the oustomarymarrt )S, however, on aooount of worldly reasons, a woman he does not care for; and as the lady, although only ' wenty- our years old, dies opportunely on her wedding-day, he is ,f*ee to pursue the object of his affeotious—auoh as they are. The lady whom he professes to love dies also, but obligingly revives, and 1G issue all is made happy after the good old fashioned plan. The style is qften flippapt and frequently tedious, and the strained attempts at smartn.ess are painful inflictions on the reader's patience.The best part of the book is the portion relative to Gymne, and it is rather as a guide-book, than as a novel, that we shonld recommend the work. The forte of the writer does not lie in fiotion.