27 AUGUST 1892, page 18

Poetry.

TRIO. THE nightingale sang softly in the wood. As though a thousand flowers had just found speech,— A strange, sweet tongue that only is understood In faery lands no earthly......

Books.

T HIERS.* THOUGH every private during the first French Empire carried, i i imagination, a Marshal's Won in his kit, no one would have foretold for the vivacious but......