31 DECEMBER 1898, page 18

The Fear Of Solitude.

I WOKE at dawn, and risen from my bed, Gazed at the new-born day serene and suave. Silver and gold and pearl were overhead Like some sea-shell new garnered from the wave,. And......

Books.

MR. WATSON'S POEMS.* THOSE who have wondered whether the Spectator and other admirers of Mr. William Watson's poetry have not praised him too highly will surely have their......