15 OCTOBER 1892, page 16

Go Forth, Oh Noble Soul And Great, The Sea Is

still, the sky is low, As if 'twere but a step to go Where all good angels wait. The moon has risen more light than day, The wind is hushed and storms are far, There is no......

Books.

THE MIGRATION OF BIRDS.* WE have seldom laid down a book with feelings of greater disappointment than when closing the work under review. A more fascinating subject it would be......

Poetry.

IN MEMORIAM: ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON. [OCTOBER 12Ta, 189?.] Matra icatve2w g g vccv Gicrov Y SturpzioLs 0813tv iTLICIISELOY. LAST left of the great Immortals, art thou too mortal......