19 MARCH 1937, page 14

Marginal Comments

By LAWRENCE ATH ILL R AMBLING through my Buffon, I came the other day upon the Sloth, an animal widely condemned as dull. Realising, as I read, the gross injustice of this......

Poem

IT might be the day after the last day, The trumpets still, the nations gone away, The visiting deities left in a crowd, And the sun itself wrapped in a single cloud. Even a......

The Poets Transplanted

By HELEN SIMPSON T CAME to England first in April, 1914. We had broken 1 the journey in France, which meant that the approach to London was made through Kentish gardens ; and I......