14 SEPTEMBER 1918, page 12

[to The Editor Of The " Spectator.") Sir ,—in The

Spectator of August 31st Mr. Geo. Smith wrote under the above heading and asked whether a family of six cygnets is not an unusually large number. I do not think it is; indeed a......

A Proud Swan.

[To THE EDITOR or TIM " SPECTATOR."] see the question asked by a correspondent in your issue of August 31st as to whether large broods of cygnets have been noticed in England......

Dried Flowers For The " Poilvs."

[To THE EDITOR Or THE "SPECTATOR."] Sin,—Among the barbed wire and the ruins of a French sector is a canteen (under the British Committee of the French Red Gross) whose staff,......

Grape Jelly. Cry The Editor Of The " Spectator.") Sir,—i

notice A letter signed "6. B." in the Spectator of August 31st asking for a receipt for grape jam. We have a vine on our rottage wall, and I always make jelly of the grapes......

" Howlers."

[To THE EDITOR Or THE " SPECTATOR."] SIR,—The following "howler " occurred in an English examina- tion at the Royal Naval College, Dartmouth, during - My last term there. In......

Author Found.

[To THE EDITOR OP THE " SPECTATOR."] SIR,—The author wanted by your correspondent L. A. Scot, is R. C. Stead. The poem entitled " Mother and Son," of which the last verse is......

[to The Editor. Of The " Spectator."]

EIR,—It may interest your correspondent to know that although the swan's family as a rule is limited to two or three, some years ago a pair on the river here were the happy......

Books•

THE IRON RATION.* MR. SCHREINER'S account of the economic and social effects of the Allied blockade on Germany and Austria is highly interesting. and seems to us to bear the......

Notice.—when "correspondence" Or Articles Are Signed With...

or initials, or with a pseudonym, or are marked " Communicated," the Editor must not necessarily be held to be in agree- ment with the views therein expressed or with the mode......

Poetry.

THE REPROBATE. I SNOW where linnets make their nests And broom) , heaths where rabbits burrow, I know, before a blade is seen, When corn will gently fledge the furrow. I know......