25 JANUARY 1946, page 10

The New Snow

HE woke and missed the memorable dark. How small this day, whose too contracted skies Filled slowly from the cisterns of his eyes. A cloud he must have shed the new snow lay. He......

My Minister

By JOHN CHARTERS H E was not a great man, and had no desire or pretence to be. He was not much interested either in politics or policy. His speeches were an inaudible string of......