5 JULY 1884, page 22

Poetry.

A LOST MORNING. On, foolish world ! The writer's necromancy At times is powerless on the restive pen ; And the blank page reflects the lagging fancy, Which has no message then.......

A Picture.

Do not awaken her, whom gentle sleep Holds in its sweet, unjealous, calm caress ; In silence view the silent loveliness, And fond desire in awed subjection keep. Dare not too......

Art.

NOTES AT AN INTERNATIONAL EXHIBITION.* IT is difficult to believe that an exhibition such as the present, which numbers more than two thousand works of art, of which the......