Gain.
SOMETHING has come : I felt it yestereve The lark on high was singing, The happy church-bells ringing ; How could I grieve ? I could not grieve. An old man weary lay; I lifted......
Autumn, 1888.
SPRING, long awaited, blossomed but to fleet, For hardly had she from their moaning won The winds to melody, and coaxed the sun To tinge with emerald the trembling wheat, Than......
Books.
JOHN WARD, PREACHER.* John Ward, Preacher, is a remarkable book,—the power of which seems to us, however, to consist even more in the side-sketches than in that of the......
Something Is Gone :
I know it by this pain : But yesterday I had it, To-morrow though I bade it, It would not come again. Something is gone : What shall we that thing call ? A touch, a tone, that......
A Correction.
[To THE EDITOR OF THE "SPECTATOR."] Sin,—Please allow me to offer the following correction as to a matter of fact. In a review of Professor Roemer's "Origin of the English......
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