On War. [to The Editor Of The " Spe,tator", Sin,—as
you have allowed a correspondent to call attention to " Raskin's Words on War," perhaps you would admit these words of the Rev. Fred. W. Robertson, of Brighton, on the same......
Mitsic.
THE DECLINE OF THE PRIMA. DONNA.. AT the recent Conference of the Incorporated Society of Musicians the learned Professor Prout bewailed the scarcity of great soloists, and in......
Poetry.
THE ONLY SON. 0 BITTER wind toward the sunset blowing, What of the dales to-night? In yonder gray old hall what fires are glowing, What ring of festal light ? "In the great......
The Primary Defect In Our Army.
[To THE EDITOR 01 , THE "SPECTATOR.") SIR,—In all proposals to pass men more rapidly through our Army, and so make a really effective Reserve, you must remember a deadly......
The Confession Of A Critic.
(LINES WRITTEN IN AN ALBUM.) DEAR Madam, in my critic-den I dip a mercenary pen, And scribble ceaselessly for pelf : But once I wrote — to please myself. Ah me ! the novels that......
Previous page
