A Procession
MARVELLOUS wings filled the morning : The bourdon bee from grass To grass heaved his brown sacks ; The butterfly battled with air, Adorning her wings with light. Beetles with......
Points From Letters
LETTERS OF D. H. LAWRENCE. I shall be most grateful if you will give publicity to the following communication, addressed to all those who may have any letters from the late D.......
The Hat-case
[To the Editor of the SrEcraron.] Sin,—May I ask whether you consider Mr. E. M. Forster's ill-tempered attack on my History of the English Novel, in your issue of June 28th as......
Mr. Iansbury's Lido
[To the Editor of Me SPECTATOR.] Swi llll sting in the Serpentine seems to me the most natural thing to do. London provides for the relaxation of her family a large and......
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