26 DECEMBER 1958, page 18

Pennines In April

If this county were a sea (that is solid rock Deeper than any sea) these hills heaving Out of the east, mass behind mass, at this height Hoisting heather and stones to the sky......

Jones

Hands swung his small damp sister out of bed. He wakened howling. His mother shook her head. 'Oo's old enough to sleep alone,' she said. Limb over limb, lover and lady tread.......

Books

A Literary Exile BY PETER QUENNELL HE English are proud of their language; but I they do not regard it as a national sanctuary, with an innermost shrine that only a true-born......