THE life of Sir Charles Wilson, by his friend Colonel Sir Charles Watson; belongs emphatically to that class of biography which, as Carlyle held, ought to be written. Whether it is destined to be read by any large circle is another question. We might occupy much space in a discussion as to the, exact degree of distinction in the subject that justifies a published biography, were it not a question that settles itself automatically. We may, at any rate, congratulate the future historians of the Victorian and post-Victorian epochs in that they will have to look for their raw material, not among dusty and almost illegible manuscripts, but plainly set out in fair print and duly classified and catalogued by the librarians. Of such materials as this “Life” will future history be made.