The Isiand Race. By Henry Newbolt. (Elkin Mathews. 3s. 6d.
het.)—This is the sixth thousand of Mr. New bolt's volume of poems. Three pieces have been added, two of them, "The Old Superb" and "Homeward Bound," being of the class of sea-pieces with which we commonly associate Mr. Newbolt's name, and the third bearing the title of "April on Wagon Hill." (Wagon Hill, it will be remembered, was the scene of the culminating straggle of the siege of Ladysmith.) . We give the last stanza of this sound and wholesome poem, which it does one good to reed after such a letter as "C. H. 8.'s7 in the Spectator of a fortnight ago " Your name, they cherish?
'Twill fade, lad, 'tie true But stone and all may perish With little loss to you. While fame's fame, you're Devon, lad,
The glory of the West ;
Till the roll's called in heaven, lad.
You may well take your rest."
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